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Kirio Gensou

"What other purpose is there to life, but to have fun"

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a character in “Onigokko”, as played by Check Mate

Description

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“I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it."





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Name:
Kirio Gensou

Nickname
Kiri || Gen


Age:
17


Alignment:
Evil || He wants to have fun, and by that means, he wants to win, even if it involves some blood spill.


Sexual Orientation:
Demisexual || Kirio doesn't experience sexual attraction for someone unless he forms an emotional bond with them which is incredibly rare


Character Type:
Hybrid - Kitsune || Literally translates to fox demon, they are well known to control illusions and fire, thus they earn the nicknames of "tricksters" or "Jokers" of the demon world. These traits explain his mischievous personality well.

Abilities:
- Acting/manipulation skills - Being a kitsune, he is a natural trickster, always pulling pranks by acting, and fooling people with his asserting words. This may be influenced by his illusion ability or his very origin. With this ability he can lower the sanity and maybe even will stats.
- TBA
- Intelligent || Fast to Learn, and uses this intelligence in battle by find the phobias of his target. Used more to buff his magic capabilities, because the more he knows the more effective he can be.
- Illusions || He can create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. He can create complex and detailed worlds, and alter the way they or the target are perceived. What he can do is create mazes, or show the illusion of continuous death. The more information he has on the subject, the better. Mana varies depending on the type of illusion he creates, the larger, the more concrete the more he needs.





"“I could never find two people who are perfectly equal: one will always be more valuable than the other and many people, as a matter of fact, simply have no value."





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~ Personal ~

personality: Mischievous || Clever || Coy || Twisted || Child-like || Bi-Polar || Seemingly Ignorant || Secretive || Cool-headed

Brief History:
Kirio only remembered being alienated behind closed walls, he knew little of his family- the only window to reality and life was a tiny hole in the wall, otherwise everything was dark. Suddenly a women of unknown origin entered the room- seemingly familiar face, and he only assumed that she was the reason of his entrapment. She constantly did the same things, asked these simple questions, "Are you ready yet?" or "Can you do it" her face cold as ice.. Sometimes, on rare events, she'll hit him, smiling kindly, saying loving things. This messed his idea of love.. and due to alienation where all he did was sit, and stare into the darkness, his mind full and empty of thoughts. This eventually resulted him having a mixed mentality, very child like, but at the same time oddly intelligent and twisted. The women seemed pleased with this, and this resulted in more "love", eventually Kirio... began to love her. He grew used to the abuse, and expected her everyday- his love growing...

One day, he blacked out, and when he woke up he was surrounded in blood and near him was the women- smiling manically during her death. Slightly disappointed due to the loneliness, he sat there, not sure what to do, where to go, eventually other people entered the room.. they seemed relieved, they said something about being his family. He wasnt sure how to feel, he felt.. nothing, he thought nothing, but eventually he came to a smart conclusion, "If I am supposed to love them, I will show them, just like the women showed me." Days later, they all died. He doesnt remember who did it, but he was surprisingly happy. Now introduced to the world, he grew quick to adapt among the humans, realizing the discrimination and easily hid- causing some trouble here and there.
He learned to "love" in his own way, and despite his intellect, he never fixed his twisted ways of thinking.
After a while, he grew bored of isolation, wanting to be surrounded by others. He learned of the highschool and entered, easily merging with the humans. On a strange day, maybe fate, he felt drawn to the horror club.. he felt like he could show a bit of horror and something told him it would be fun~
He'll have the best fun in his life.

Dark Secret:
  • He killed his own loved ones and believed thats the way to cherish them.
  • He breaks many of his favorite people "toys" with illusions, so they will love him forever.
  • Twisted Mentality
  • Child like mentality despite his intelligence





“He loved the people just as much as he feared and detested persons.”





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~ Stats ~

HP/HP: 85/85
Due to his alienation as a child, he didn't get the usual nourishment one normally is required to get.

MP/MP: 90/90
Being a kitsune, he has a rather well developed mana points, he is careful with his spending.

Strength: 4 (+10) || 14
He was never the strongest, and he wouldnt have been if he was a human, but being a hybrid helps him genetically adding strength, and with his sudden outburst, he often gains hidden strength.

Defense: 9 (+3) || 12
He was never one to dodge pain, especially as a child, so he isnt the best at it today either- he learns quickly however.

Magic: 15
Results from his kitsune blood, and his intellect, he learned how to use his illusions rather well.

M. Defense: 9
Again never the one to dodge from pain when he was younger, including magic, he somehow enjoys it.

Agility: 15 (+3) || 18
Being rather lanky and being part demon, he is genetically fast, but also very agile. He often sneaks up on people to scare them for their pleasing reaction.

Evasion: 13 (+3) || 16
Loving to anger people, he sees a great way to do that is constantly dodging someones attempt to hit him close up. Its delicious to watch frustration.

Will: 7
The only force keeping him alive mainly, is the desire for fun! Plus he hates to lose the game.

Sanity: 6 (+10) || 16
Simply put, he was never sane as a child, and thats how he grew up.

So begins...

Kirio Gensou's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Encountered Monsters Bestiary Character Portrait: Kirigaya Koizumi Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Un Om Boon Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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The day had started just like any other day. You woke at your regular time and went about your normal morning routine with just enough time to get to school. Lectures remained an utter bore, lunch was completely uneventful, and what would seem like another peaceful day seemingly drifts by as if nonexistent. When the final bell rings, the students and faculty prepare to go home to enjoy the upcoming Golden Week. That is to say, all except for you. For those who are members of the Homurahara Occult & Horror Club, the day has yet to come to an end.

As the sun ventures beyond the horizon and the dim red light fades from the hallways, you and the other members gather in a "special" classroom on the third year floor. The room itself contains an atmosphere akin to hollowed ground. The air is unusually heavy considering how easy it is to take it. With each breath you take, it's as if a heavy stone rests within your lungs and dissipates as you exhale. All of the desks have been pushed to the side in haphazard arrangements and simple formations to accommodate whomever has chosen to use them as a seat. The lights which buzz endlessly during the day have been neglected in favor of candlelight and the faint glow of the moon illuminates what the ghostly flames can not.

"Hmm...I thought I marked that page..."

Amongst the blending of static rain and idle chatter, you hear the president's voice above all else. This is likely due to the nature of the meeting; "a special late-night event that all shall remember". Bearing this in mind, your eyes once again drift to the center of the room where what appears to be a ceremonial circle has been drawn. You've always known Haruka to have an eerie aura about her, but this has long since surpassed anything she has done in the past. Furthermore, the peculiar tattered tome which she has been attentively flipping through for the past ten minutes is continuing to draw your suspicion.

"Hey, Haruka," the vice president who has been standing next her the whole time finally speaks up, "Don't you think we should just get on with this? I'm sure it'll be fine if you can't find one little ghost story."

"Just wait a minute, will ya!? I know I can find it!"

With that being said, you begin to feel an unnatural sense of unease. It was as if something terribly unavoidable was about to happen...

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Prelude to the Nightmare
Welcome to this little game we like to call Onigokko. I am the "Director". If you are reading this, then you are either a very brave soul or a fool to be punished. But for now, I suppose we can allow you a brief moment of peace. After all, the festival of carnage doesn't have to begin just yet. We'll have the rest of eternity to spend together either way~

If you care to enjoy this last precious moment of peace, perhaps you'd like to briefly introduce your character? It doesn't matter to me...

When you're ready to begin the game, just walk up to Haruka at the front of the class and ask "did you find it yet". I'll be eagerly awaiting those words. So try not to keep me waiting for too long~

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Troph

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“From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.” Maya whispered, flipping the page of "Tales of Love craft." a novel on.. Lovecraft, who is noting on horror- Maya's favorite subject. Looking up from the book, she peered up at the sign of the club, "hm." Snapping the novel shut, she slipped it under her arm and went in. "Hello you guys!" She smiled kindly at the arrived students- her demeanor completely different from the one who was previously reading the books of lovecraft- calm and seemingly cold. Image
Dropping her own bag, she looked around the room, taking everything in which was a little habit of hers. She pushed her glasses up, before giggling. "This is going to fun." Maya chirped, watching Troph break out, "A pox upon thy house, Square-Enix. A pox! Damn you and your money grubbing ways!"
She giggled, before she jumped slightly at the sound of books falling.

"Are you okay?" She asked, kneeling near the red head who appeared... annoyed. It was safe to assume that she didnt want to be here, but Maya saw no problem in trying to help and be her friend. "What a shame, the fort seemed magnificent." She commented with a soft grin, as she picked up the books. She looked at one of the covers, she blinked while pulling it out of recognition. "Ah "The Mist." She showed the book to her, "This was one of my favorite horrors.. if I remember its about a group of teenagers who are stuck in a blood ridden mist." Maya's eyes shined in remembrance, before laughing subtly, "Im quiet the book worm, I apologize." She rambled on sheepishly toward the girl, before snapping to attention, "Oh yes, how rude, my name is Maya Kisayuki!" She smiled gently, "hopefully we can be friends."





"Wonder what fun will appear tonight~!" A boy cackled, twirling a white mask upon his slender fingers. A Cheshire grin pulled at his lips, seemingly plastered on there permanently. "Maybe a little scares here and there, with help by me of course!" He rambled on to himself. Now usually people will give him odd looks, but today he decided to take the faster routes- by the roofs.
Slipping down the slope, he hopped down onto the ground, before the school. "Do you think Im late?" He grew silent, before smiling happily, "Nah, I dont think so." He replied to himself.Image
Quickly he trotted inside, and down the hallways to the familiar club room of horror. "Yo Yo!" He cheered, spinning on his heels- hands in his pockets. Looking upon the room, he saw Troph fumbling around, and it only attracted him with hopes of mischief and trouble. But then again, he looked at the girls picking up the remnants of a fallen fort, 'That seems fun too.' he frowned, stuck in conflict... "innie.. minnie mo, catch a t.." He continued on, before his finger settled down onto Troph's fun group. "There it is!" He chirped, skipping towards the men, catching the interesting word 'Ghost'
His eyes widened curiously, "Eh what are we talking about here?" The same grin grew on his lips, his eyes now filled with excitement. "eh eh? Come on tell me? Did you find it?"

[didnt know how to slip that in there]

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Troph

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#, as written by Keen
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It was the beginning of another typical day for the young woman known as Shizuka Kimura. Waking upon a fresh new day at roughly noon like she did most every other day. Normally she'd just get up, grab a sucker, and hop on the computer but not so today. Today she was actually going to go to school, well, for a little bit at least. And so she went through the morning rituals befitting any normal member of society, a light breakfast and quick shower. She always hated getting dressed for school though, the uniforms were so boring and she had so many other things to wear that were far cuter. With a sigh however she resigned herself to donning the school ordained outfit and jacket before grabbing her bag and heading out. The sky was cloudy, that much Shizu was thankful for, reports said there was a good chance of rain but it hadn't started yet. Erring on the side of caution Shizu quickly ducked back inside to retrieve a plain looking umbrella before officially setting off once more.

Shizu arrived just before lunch break ended and wandered into her next class for the day. The students and teachers gave her some odd looks but none of them said a word, this had become something to be expected, Shizu showed up when she pleased and disappeared just as quickly with the always convenient excuse of her health. Few people made their polite or obligatory hellos to the girl, but all in all it was a quiet afternoon and quite boring. All the expended energy of walking to school and attending class had begun to catch up the anemic girl, and so she decided to skip her final class for the evening and retreat to the club room early. She knew Tanaka had her ever reliable nap-corner set up and she figured she wouldn't mind sharing. The room was, as expected, empty and suitably dark. Slipping out of the outer and less comfortable layers of her school uniform she buried herself in the blanketed corner of the club room and swiftly fell asleep.

Her peaceful little rest however was rather rudely interrupted by the enraged shouts of one nerd better known as Troph. As consciousness was forced upon the girl she sat up and rubbed her eyes looking and feeling rather groggy. Warm and snuggled up at her side laid the still sleeping Tanaka, Shizu could only sigh and shake her head, envious of the girl's ability to sleep through anything. But alas, she was awake now and so she began to scan around the room, taking in all the faces of the people who had assembled thus far. What caught her attention was the redhead whose fort seemed to have collapsed atop her head. Shizu smiled at that, it had been quite some time since she made a pillow fort of her own. A matter requiring her immediate attention however quickly arose as she detected the presence of their supervisor, Keiza-sensei. With a swift pull at the blanket over her head she began to dig around for her uniform to get dressed. It wasn't a matter of being embarrassed, no no, she just didn't want to get in trouble again, she couldn't stand the looks and lectures from her parents.

After a few moments of struggle she was dressed, though quite disheveled. As she tossed away the blanket she gladly took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air that greeted her. With a quick dip into her jacket pocket she retrieved a brightly wrapped sucker and popped it into her mouth, the bad tastes were always the worst after she woke. Gracefully she popped up to her feet and made an effort to straighten out her uniform and her hair before waltzing over to the tragic site where Fort Homurahara laid fallen. She wasn't the only one to take interest however, Maya had come to investigate as well. Shizu only smiled as Maya talked deciding to take it upon herself to help the poor redhead uncover herself and pick up some of the mess that had been made. With that done she finally spoke up softly as she knelt down. "Well, it's been a while but I was quite the little blanket engineer back in my day." She gave a firm nod, looking as if this was something to be proud of. "If you want I'd be happy to help you put it back together, or even just give some tips. Or I could do nothing, I'm pretty good at that too."

She didn't bother with any introductions or words of casual conversation. She wasn't very familiar with the red head but she had heard some stories and got the feeling this more casual approach to interaction was the way to go. With a quick a yawn she began to stretch her arms and sat back to give the girl some more space, scaring her off was the one thing she was looking to avoid at this point, her curiosities about the meeting could wait for now.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Troph

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"Kaicho?"

Haruka tilts her head not only in response to the sudden outburst but also to the foreign student's odd expression. It's not that it didn't make complete sense...just fairly broken sense. And, sadly, that says a quite a bit. Still, something that odd is fairly character for the person who hadn't figured out the Bloody Mary event was a penalty for losing in a penalty game.

"Haicho," reading the confused expression on her face, Justin calls out to her with a sigh, "He meant to say Haicho."

Flustered at how easily she was thrown off at her own language, Haruka pouts and leers at Justin over her shoulder. Basically, this was there unspoken language...

Justin visibly stiffened at Troph's blatant intrusion of his and Haruka's personal affairs. Haruka on the other hand, paid his comment little to no attention, as her attention was fixated at another matter at hand.

”Aside from the strifes going on between you two, I do agree with Troph-san. Let’s see what you have at your disposal. And it better not be like the time we ventured in search of the Ghost of Class 1-E. You know how well that turned out.”

"Don't worry. I promise it'll be something amazing this time." Ignoring the initial portion of Varren's statement, Haruka absentmindedly replied, her vision never leaving the confines of the tome.

Almost as if trying to block the curious newcomer out, Haruka turned to face the group that had herded around her, now holding the tome between them, hiding her face. "Gensou-kun, right? I'm in the middle of that. Just wait a sec. Jeez, you guys are all so impatient."

"I do hope this goes off without a hitch, though I do love the fun you kids can get into. Its just that the headmaster is still breathing down my neck after last year."

"Don't worry, Keiza-sensei. If by chance something does go wrong, I got Issei-san to bring me special spiritual charms straight from the Ryuudou Temple. But I wouldn't worry too much about it. After talking to one of my father's colleagues, I've determined that with the little amount of 'mana' we will produce, we'd achieve a partial haunting at best. Just enough to prove if this is the real deal." Haruka explained, saying a little more than was necessary in order to pacify any further questions Keiza might have regarding the ritual or safety measures.

Without any kind of warning, the look of pure concentration plastered on Haruka's face is blown away by sheer delight.

"Found it!" Her sudden outburst fills the small room and calls attention to herself.

Ignoring those gathered around her, she practically skips towards the center of the room. As she enters the circle, she slows her steps and spins to check that everything is in order. Satisfied with her work, Haruka nods and positions herself at the focus of her creation. She'd lost time due to her carelessness, but that didn't matter to her anymore. It was the last day before Golden Week and Haruka had yet to truly entertain all of her club members. She absolutely had to go all out tonight.

As the remaining members sneak in, the main event starts to get under way. A single cry of thunder sounds in the background. The wind howls through the rain soon after. Iddle chatter of personal exploits, investigations, and ghost stories end and the room is given up to silence. As Haruka happily reads over the material in her hands, the shadows teetering on the edge of candlelight become noticeably darker.

"So, as I'm sure you're all aware, I've called this meeting for a very special reason. As residents of Fuyuki, I'm sure you're all aware of the many legends this city has to offer, such as the dragon under the Ryuudou Temple and the Castle in the Forest. But what I'd like to talk to you all about today is the one about the 'Fuyuki Phantoms'. You see, in preparation for this event, I've been conducting a lot of research and I think you'll all be pleased with what your beautiful president has discovered."

As Haruka introduces the subject of the evening, you notice a few of the members snap to full attention. Normally the teen would only avidly discuss mysteries that were based in reality. The story of the Phantoms has been one which has widely been speculated to exist in fantasy. After all, it is a tale of ghostly spirits who've risen from the dead and caused countless disasters over the years. While some have argued the truth behind the story, the legend remains nothing more than a series of events linked together by skepticism. The fact that Haruka would take such an interest in something like that can only be seen as out of character.

"It's a story which dates back over 200 years in Fuyuki's history...and it's one which even seems to be continuing today. Countless people with unknown origins of death, unexplained phenomena during the night, and entire neighborhoods which look like they'd been scorched by hellfire. It's all seems to be part of a ritual situated in this city," Haruka flips a page in her book and looks up with an excited smile on her face, "The Phantom Battles, if you would. Epic battles which leave there mark on our world and then fade away as if they never happened."

"Wait a minute, Haruka," The vice-president who had quietly been listening from the front of the class suddenly speaks up, "I know you tend to get ahead of yourself with these kinds of things, but just take a moment to listen to yourself. This is real life we're talking about here, not some kid's manga. For the stuff you're talking about to happen... it would take nothing short of..."

Justin's words are cut off by the sound of Haruka's foot tapping slowly against the floor. Once again, attention is drawn towards the large formation inscribed in the center of the room. Slowly putting two and two together, a look of disbelief fills the American's face as he looks up into Haruka's eyes. Even in the dim light, even though she was glancing over her shoulder, the confidence in her eyes was as clear as day.

"Ten years ago, a fire engulfed this city and claimed several lives, but no one knew how the fire started nor how it spread so quickly. Around the same time, a large number of children also went missing and later reports would reveal that they'd all been murdered. But what wasn't revealed was the manner in which they were killed," Haruka returns her attention to the book in her hands, her eyes appearing to go over a note in the margins, "'They all looked as if they'd been sacrificed for some kind of ritual' is what was said."

Haruka pauses for a moment as if taking in her own words. The enthusiasm which was flowing from her just seconds ago is practically flushed from her being. This is only momentary though as a light smile soon reappears on her face.

"Furthermore, if you recall, one of our fellow peers was attacked earlier this year, Mitsuzuri Ayako-san. During my investigation, I approached Mitsuzuri-san and asked her to tell me all that she could about the event. Naturally, I didn't get much from her, but what little I did get was pretty interesting... She told me she was attacked by a 'shadow' and felt 'completely drained afterwards'."

For the few who are already knowledgeable on the subject, the cause of Haruka's inquiry is already apparent as the Holy Grail War. It would certainly explain all of the events the president has described and seems to be the most likely answer. The real question however is where the young girl is going with this.

"Geez," Justin lets out a sigh, "People have pretty much been over this already. Bad stuff happens everywhere. Not to mention typically happening in bursts. Unless you're bringing something new to the table, there really isn't a point in talking about this sort of thing."

Justin criticizes his partner once again; however, this time she smiles in response. She turns to face fully and beams at him with a cheeriness unfit for the setting.

"So have you heard about it? ...The Legend of the Seven Warriors from Hell?"

Haruka smiles drives Justin further back into the wall. As Haruka joyful rubs the binding of her book with her fingers, Justin's eyes become fixated on it as if threatened. You notice this sudden change in the American, but it becomes a minor point of interest.

"Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Acedia, Wrath, Envy, Pride, and Vanity... Seven embodiments of sin resurrected as phantoms into our modern world to wage unholy battle for the sake of one wish. It's something that I discovered while going through my great grandfather's books...and something that sounds an awful lot like a certain legend we all know. Apparently, it's a ritual which was formed by using the lives of the living to reach what is known as Akasha. After all, ghosts need energy and there has to be some kind of payoff at the end of it all. So, going off of that, I theorize that all the murders and the incident with Mitsuzuri-san was all a part of the ritual. It was all a way to feed energy to these phantoms."

The room falls silent yet again. The air becomes so dense with tension that it practically becomes a palpable form. But it doesn't seem to affect Haruka at all. Right now, one could pretty much say she's running on confidence alone.

"...Hey, Haruka..." Justin breaks the pause, sounding unsure of if he wants to speak, "I get that you wanted to do something big... and I get that you wanted to tell some kind of ghost story or whatever...But..." The American teen glaces back at the floor, "...what's with the circle?"

The smile on the girl's face broadens. Despite the serious tone with which her partner was now speaking, she remained excited about what was happening.

"Elementary, my dear Watson. You guys are all going to line up around this circle and we're going to figure out whether or not this urban legend is real."

And just like that, Haruka seemed to say the words Justin was fearing the most. But realizing there was nothing he could do to talk his friend out of this, all he could do was remain silent.

"Don't worry, will ya. It's just for fun. It's not like magic is real or anything. But if it makes you feel better, does anyone have any remaining questions before we start?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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----- As Ayame glanced out the window, she saw the tar-black sky. It began as a whispering in the air and then bright, brilliant, sparkling pearls of rain began rolling down the window. Visible puddles of rain water were beginning to form on the solid concrete outside of the school building. The roof of cars danced wildly with the spray. Pedestrians ran for cover or they began to pull out their umbrellas. Most people would think of it gloomy, unwelcoming, dreary or somber and that's how most people would see a rainy day such as this one. Ayame could use no other word, but beautiful. To her the rain was calming and a thing that shouldn't be taken for granted.

----- It was nearing the end of the school day and while the rest of her classmates would be heading home, she would be staying after school for club activities. Despite Ayame's extremely extroverted nature, she had no want to socialize at the moment, which was uncharacteristic of her. Usually, she'd be the first one to strike up a conversation with someone. Though today that didn't seem to be the case. Today she just wanted to gaze at the captivating sky through the windows of the school. From afar it seemed as if she was lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, as if she couldn't focus on something.

-----The thoughts trundled through her mind like a train going at break neck speed, with no intention of halting. But, like a good dream you wish to remember, they had gone and left no traces that would help recreate them, and were soon substituted by new ones who also vanished quickly.

----- Once the bell had rung she leisurely packed her belongings and headed to the clubroom were undoubtedly other members would be. There would be few other clubs staying after today. She had taken her time; aimlessly wandering the halls of the school. Some would even call it unusual, seeing Ayame wonder the halls, blankly staring outside of the window, obviously not a care in the world. The rain was harder now, and there was not even a sliver of light to be seen in the sky. It was a tranquil sight indeed. The thought of heading to the club room didn't even enter her mind. She was truly and utterly lost in the silent falling of the rain.

----- By the time Ayame to the clubroom the halls were practically vacant. She could see that they had already gotten started with their evening shenanigans. But that wasn't even what caught her eye, no. It wasn't that at all. Instead, it was that sweet and delectable scent that filled her nostrils. She completely toned out the president's speech, and the rest of the members chatter and instantly searched for the source of the smell. Soon she found the origin of such a breathtaking smell. The sight was even more breathtaking in its self. Just the aroma alone was beginning to make her mouth salivate.

----- She had no care for the fact that these were supposed to be shared among the rest of the group. Only for the fact that, this scrumptious food was in front of her and she was becoming hungrier by the second. With trembling hands, she picked up one of the cookies and as soon as it touched the tip of her tongue, her taste buds exploded. She doubled over. How could something seemingly simple, taste so good? Her face flushed, and steadied herself on her weak knees. She no longer cared if the others wouldn't get any, she had to have more and began quite literally stuffing her face.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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#, as written by Jedly


Varren never really noticed the transition from a horror club into a sleepover and get scared once in a while club. A good portion of the room was devoted to the construction and establishment of fortifications, built out of blankets and pillows. How people could sleep so nonchalantly in the presence of others, the young man would never know. Though, like many castles from times of chivalry, the makeshift fortifications fell. Whether it was by the abrupt awakening of those residing within them, by an accidental shove or slip, or by a random teacher dismembering them. Varren had only dared to sleep in the clubroom once, but what followed was so traumatizing, he vowed to never take a rest in the classroom ever again.

Sometime last year, he had passed out due to sleep deprivation. When he awoke, the student had found crude works of art drawn on his face. But what was even more horrifying was the first thing he saw when he woke up. After his eyes finally focused, standing before him was Maina with a sliver of a smile on her face and a sharpie in hand. Literally nothing in this world was more mortifying than seeing that girl with even a glimpse of a grin. It easily ranked highly in his list of ’Horror-esque Experiences’, only beaten by the Spectre of the Literary Club and Troph's infatuation with tommy guns. Varren had nearly poured steaming water down Troph’s throat when he found out that the fedora wearing classmate was the one who edged her on. It was only the girls who fell asleep during club gatherings, since they were lucky enough to have male club members who were entirely pure at heart. They also feared Haruka’s iron fist and Yotsuki’s stainless ladle. The cookware was a perfect weapon for bludgeoning, since blood never left a mark on it.

Speaking of the the fellow senior, she had arrived at the room bearing a voyage of sweets. She was only preceded by Kirio, who easily could pass for the devil’s child. With a grin that only screamed mischief and passive-aggressive playfulness, he skipped over to Troph and Varren. Varren glanced up from Troph while he was being chewed out by Keiza, then shrugged in response to the newcomer’s question, ”Well, Troph-san is in the middle of trying to regather the fragments of his broken heart. I just arrived, just waiting for Kaichou to show us something exhilarating. The young man motioned for his classmate to take a seat, then averted his eyes to the door, when Yotsuki strolled in with her cuisines. Varren was never too fond of sweet goods, but if they were made by this certain individual, they were by far too enthralling to pass up. ”Cookies and cupcakes, eh? The green frosting is definitely quite spooky. And brownies? It’s like you cooked these in preemptiveness, as if we’d all be cut off from any source of food. But, thanks.” After making the comment, the young man treated himself to peanut-filled cookie. The second he took a bite out of the pastry, his undiverse palette tingled with approval. The young woman took a seat and gave a friendly reprimanding to Varren, slapping his shoulder with an innocent smile stretched on her face. She made a similar query as Kirio, to which Varren gave a more interesting answer. ”Well, Troph-san is currently recripracating the effects of the ploy put on by most gaming industries. I call it the Three R’s. Renaming, Repackaging, and Reshipping. I feel truly sorry for our friend’s loss. May his wallet rest in peace.” He took another bite out of the cookie, letting out a sigh of relief. Her magnificent culinary masterpieces were almost as captivating as her massive rack.

Of cooking utensils, obviously. Varren had only been to her house once, when she requested the help of a few classmates for a club celebration party. She had enough silverware to equip an armada of chefs and cooks. The pastries she crafted for this gathering quickly gathered for her the admiration of her clubmates. Soon enough, a reserved Maina, a Milo who appeared to have waltzed through a monsoon, and a lethargic Ayame entered the classroom. After a few more minutes, all of the members had congregated for the special event. Once the students gained some cholesterol from the delivered sweets, Haruka quickly shouted out, finally acquiring the page she had been sifting for. The president ran through with her introduction of the ‘Fuyuki Phantoms’, a phenomena which Varren was somewhat informed about.

The name had already piqued his interest, since over the past three years, the club had only chased urban legends and mysteries. But this was considered to be affiliated with past disasters and murders. Most of all, it was something tangible. His eyes slowly trailed towards the president, but then shifted over to his American friend, whose expression was slowly unfolding into unease. As their president continued on, Varren shared his reaction. Internally, that is. He kept a straight face, even when she mentioned their hospitalized classmate. The young man had visited her a few times throughout the school year. She was doing well overall, but she was still frightened by what she believed was an assault. Haruka then delved into demonology, which Varren wasn’t too versed with, so he left it to Troph to pick up where he faltered. Both Justin and Yinyues glared at the floor, their gazes focused on the scriptive circle below their feet. And, much to their avail, they would be the ones used in the summoning. Varren wasn’t sure whether to be happy that they were doing something real for once, or doubtful due to how it will affect the students. The young man had no questions, but was caught off guard when Milo shot to his feet, with an upright figure. After his proclamation of sweets, Varren let out a sigh, given the fact that the student was completely unphased by the president’s findings. ”That’s not a statement, my dear boy. But, I believe this saying does apply to his claim.” He cleared his throat, then pointed at the redhead, ”Give this man a cookie!” And with that, he reclined in his seat, finished with his announcement. ”Oh, and Kaichou? Do we need to offer blood? I’d rather not. Perhaps we can sacrifice pillows instead? The young man asked in all seriousness. He did not want a repeat of the event, concerning those deceased children.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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Watching silently as everyone finds a spot on the circle, Haruka can't help but smile in excitement. It was true that she might not have thought the whole thing out, but she figured she didn't have to. After all, the text was a mystery to her. If she'd known all the answers to it already, she wouldn't be able to enjoy it with her friends. And while the mystery delved into something she didn't particularly care for, the extensive notes left by her mentor were an oddity. For as far back as she could remember, Haruka was always told to only investigate the mysteries of reality as they'd provide far more entertainment than those of fiction. So for her great grandfather to have chronicled so much on something generally accepted as fiction before his death... it was as if she was holding the old man's life work in the palm of her hands. To share something like that with her extended family, however nonsensical it seemed, it was the ultimate mystery for her.

"Alright," Haruka snaps back to reality as she reopens the book, "Let's get started!"

Just as Haruka gets ready to read off the chant for the ritual, she notices that one spot on the circle has yet to be filled. Turning a full 180 degrees, she sees none other than Justin still standing by the chalkboard. Naturally, she wanted to yell at him playfully as she always does, but she soon finds that she can't. It was just for an instant, but there was a fierce, almost scary, intensity in her friend's eyes as he gazed at the circle. It was as if his eyes had become a never-melting ice holding back and intense blaze, if only for a second.

"Just-"

"Geez."

Before the president can even mutter the boy's name, he seemingly returns to normal and steps towards the circle, grabbing the chalk off of the teacher's podium as he does. He walks past the boundary and steps into the circle alongside Haruka, kneeling down upon stopping. The action causes Haruka to step back, as she opted to wear a skirt, but it allows for her to notice what Justin was doing.

"If you're going to draw something with chalk, at least try not to mess it up when you walk all over it." The young man speaks with a sigh as he redraws a portion of the area Haruka was just standing on. His voice still portrays a certain reluctantness to go about the ordeal, but his swift reconstruction of the ruined area seems to argue the opposite. In just a matter of seconds, he's done and he stands back up to assume his position on the circle. "Honestly, you were about to get us blown to bits or something." With his trademark sarcasm, Justin takes yet another shot at his dear friend with a smile on his face.

Feeling somewhat reassured, Haruka mindfully gets back into position and opens the book to the page tabbed 'chant'. The storm brewing outside grows in intensity and roars, but Haruka becomes calm as breathes deeply and begins to read.

Blood and iron to the flames. Mind and body cast into Hell.
The heart falls upon thy sword and forsaken life is woven into thy vessel.
The inferno is birthed from collective sin spilling out and thrown to the four directions.
Death and rebirth. Constructed five times over, the defiled body paves the way to unholy ruin.
Even still, a hollowed being is a simple price to pay.
Therefore, I announce---
You whoms fate shall be chained to my own as mine chained to yours,
in accordance with price to claim the Holy Grail, if your avarice extends beyond emotion, reason, pain, and torment, then answer!
I am the one who will become all the good of the world of the dead.
You are the one who will become all the evil of the world of the living.
So, great keeper of balance clad in chaos, step through this magic ring and release me from these chains which bind reality!
Allow me the chance to grasp that which is seeped in blood and sorrow!


As the last word is spoken, silence once again fills the room. Sheets of rain continue to buffet the classroom windows and the wind continues to wail in the darkness. Everything remains unchanged and the elaborate ritual dies off into the night.

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"...Haruka!"

The nightly doldrum is broken by none other than Justin as he instantly dives towards his friend. At the same moment, the young woman instinctively turns to look behind herself and is shocked at what she finds. There, as if impersonating her own shadow, a black figure looms over her person. It possesses no features, nor any kind of presence, but the human-shaped body resonates despair, paralyzing Haruka instantly.


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Finally noticing the figure in the darkness, you move to react but find that your body doesn't respond. Unparalleled pain soon races through your body as the circle you stand on fills the room with a crimson hue. Soon after, your body as well as everyone else's begins to deconstruct. Everything is happening in an instant, but what you're now experiencing seems to go on for an eternity. As your body vanishes into the air, you feel as though every cell in your body is being carefully burned and the compounding pain assails your brain. And just before your mind succumbs to the immense torture, you witness as the black shadow's arm scythes through the air and cuts Justin in two. The young man is silenced before he even knew what happened and his best friend is forced to watch it as she slowly fades away.

"Thank you... Master..."

The mouthless creature speaks with an inhuman gurgle which rings clear in your ears. As the scene before you returns to real time, your mind slips into blissful darkness.

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Let the Game Begin~
Welcome all to my little playground. Here is where all the fun will begin. Now that you're all seperated, I can play with you all a little bit~ But I wonder what I should do first? Pluck one of you off!? Send in a horde!? The possibilities are endless now. And I've got the rest of eternity to play with my new toys~

Oh? What's that? You want to know what to do? HAHAHAHAHA! You're on your own! I'm just here to watch you rot in despair as I slowly kill each and every last one of you~ How you survive up until the end is none of my concern... However, I suppose if I'd want to make this more interesting for myself... I could say to learn from those who have already lost.


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Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Kirigaya Koizumi Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Naru Kazure Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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''If you just watch, you learn a lot. It takes time so best get comfortable.''
Sentinel || Noisestorm




Lying on the ground of the poorly lit room, where the overhead light swung side to side with a slow creak of rusting metal. The drips of water from a old tap, the water orange from rust going down a none existent drain and onto the tiled floor stained red. Cold yet the air is heavy. Must be near the boiler room. The stench of congealed bloody hand prints on the walls and the rest smears as if someone slipped on the bloody floor beneath them with a heavy injury to their abdomen. This was not a good room to be in it seemed, the stench of blood, bile, piss and death lingered here. Yet unconscious bodies laid in the very room, not yet aware...

Nixyn flinched at the passing chilling wind, eyebrows frowning as the stench with the wind of decay, blood, piss and bile passed his nose. The dripping water frightening him in his slow rousing from unconsciousness and the sticky red substance on the floor making him cringe. When his eyes opened, they were bright, pale green blue but they were awfully confused. Looking around and squinting as the swinging light glared into his eyes. Once his eyes slowly adjusted to the light he gasped at the sight of blood. Instantly sitting up to find himself covered in blood that was not his own as he touched himself to find himself unharmed.

But then he looked around further and found he was not alone. Three others were there also, unconscious just as he was. He was reluctant to converse with them but... He couldn't not. They were, just like him covered in blood. So he slowly checked them all out, since he had medical experience. Such an ironic thing that he was from what he could tell from the worn sign above the only exit of the room saying 'Morgue' that they were indeed in a hospital. And in the basement they must be, along with the boiler room. How this place still had electricity was a wonder to him since it was so run down... But... It still looked like it was being used... And not out of the goodness of someone's heart.

So he checked the others to make sure they were not injured as well as wake them up. He was strangely calm for this situation but as a nurse blood, bile and human waste was expected to be dealt with once or twice at one point in the job. But he wasn't completely without nerves but he would not allow them to best him. His willpower and sensical mind was strong. He then get up, his face of disgust as he looked at his joggers, loose tank top and trainers. Ruined by blood... But this did not matter. What matter was what was going on and how did they all get here. He didn't recognise these people either. He went to the sink and turned the tap. Surprisingly after waiting for a minute or so the water ran clear. He took a sip of the water then washed the blood from his arms, chest, neck, hands, face and red hair. At least he could be somewhat clean... Even if they clothes were not. Perhaps he and the others could find some replacements in exploring.

He turned to the others he had checked over for injuries and gently woken up and began to talk. ''Before you ask, I do not know where we are... exactly but we seem to be in an old hospital judging from the sign above the exit of this room... I took the liberty to check you for injuries...'' He looked at the floor and cleared his throat. ''I am a nurse, so I have some medical knowledge to help you all if you do get injured... But this means the blood around you... Is not yours.'' He put his hands up that was clean. ''But please, calm yourselves. We must work together and get out. Together. This sink works so if you are thirsty, drink up... I don't know where water will be next. Wash your skin where the blood is too... You don't know if whoever's blood this is had infections or diseases and I am sure you would like to be more... comfortable. Wash your hair if you need too... We can look for clothes when we start exploring the Hospital. So I hope you can bare with me.'' He scratched the back of his neck for a moment before continuing. ''And my name is Nixyn. Call me Nix for short if you like... If you... have any ideas or questions I can answer then please speak up... I just want to help.''

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto

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As the senseless chatter between the president and vice-president carried on, Ryusuke was just about ready to leave, his patience reaching it's climax.

Noticing his younger brother, Sin wander in right as the ritual was about to begin, Ryusuke quickly changed his mind. He honestly wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Sin. Ryusuke had to keep him in check and make sure he stayed safe, as was his duty as an older brother.

"Sin... Did you seriously get lo-"

Ryusuke opened his mouth to scold his brother for being tardier than him, but his voice was cut short as the president finished her incantation.

A sudden rush of intense pressure enveloped the room and froze Ryusuke in place. As if being controlled by some outside force, his eyes made their way to the center of the room where a terrifying creature seemed to tower over Haruka. Being only feet away, Ryusuke's first instinct was to punch it. But for some odd reason, he lacked the capability to even breathe. Was he afraid? Had he been utterly paralyzed by fear? No... Something of this caliber wouldn't shake Ryusuke's will that easily.

Before Ryusuke was even able to construct another thought, the sudden chain of events fell through too quickly for any one man to comprehend. Justin's death, the soul-rending pain, the black out that seemed as if it would never come. Ryusuke simply couldn't fathom it all.

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“Uaahhh… The hell happened here…?”

Waking up second in the hospital room, Ryusuke was definitely not amused. He could still recall what had happened back inside the classroom. That shadowy son of bitch that had appeared after the ritual and how he’d killed Justin. If he ever got his hands on whatever that thing was, things would definitely not end pretty.

From what Ryusuke could gather, that thing was probably responsible for throwing them in here and knocking them out earlier. Whatever it was, it had succeeded in making him go from calm to angry to really-damn-pissed-off in only a couple seconds. And to him, that was really quite an achievement.

His anger would have to hold, though. From what he could tell in the dimly lit room, it was nowhere in sight. Instead, a couple of the club members were there, although they were clearly missing quite a bit of them.

Standing up, he began to make his way towards the two other standing figures he could make out in the darkness.

'Tanaka and... Gensou?'
While taking note of the two with him, Ryusuke's mind wandered elsewhere.

'Where the hell is Sin at? Don't tell me he's alone... Or maybe he's already...'

The mere thought enraged Ryusuke to a point where he considered tearing apart the entire room, without any thought to how it could effect the others. Right now, every sensory organ in his body was on fire. Blinded by his rage, Ryusuke's senses actually appeared to be somewhat heightened. Or was it something more...

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[Ability Activated: Sixth Sense] Having been raised to fight like an animal when necessary, Ryusuke has developed a sort of sixth sense. While he can't see or directly interact with them, Ryusuke can feel when otherworldly entities are nearby.


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'What is this presence?...'

As this single thought entered Ryusuke's mind, a voice suddenly spoke up.

''Before you ask, I do not know where we are... exactly but we seem to be in an old hospital judging from the sign above the exit of this room... I took the liberty to check you for injuries...''

Ryusuke turned towards the new voice. He couldn't instantly tell that whoever it was, he was not familiar with them in the slightest. A complete stranger and potential threat, if anything.

Ryusuke simply stared at the man as a frightened animal would, while being cornered by an assailant. He didn't trust this man. He didn't like this man. He wanted to rip this man apart. Above all else, Ryusuke feared this man.

While it was dim, Ryusuke felt a sinister force emitting from Nixyn. He couldn't tell if it was the man himself or some mark that was placed on him. All he could tell that it was bad.

As Nixyn began to go on and Ryusuke became a little puzzled, while still maintaining his glare.

'What does this monster take me for? Who does he think he is talking as if hes a human being? I know what you really are...'

As Nixyn finished giving out his name, Ryusuke wasted no time in giving his response.

"If you even take one step closer to me, I'll tear you limb from limb you fucking demon."

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Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto

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''If you just watch, you learn a lot. It takes time so best get comfortable.''
Sentinel || Noisestorm




Nixyn looked at one of the people he helped shake awake but gently, getting a cold shiver down his back and paling as he was called a demon. Though he was not one and he was very aware of that... But he knew he was not pure either. He just looked at Ryusuke for a moment, looking at him up and down to really take his appearance in then folded his arms and frowned. Tilting his head and tapping his foot at the guy. ''By all means, make friends but insulting people. I am sure you will be a good catch.'' He was being sarcastic, clearly. He stood up straight, moving his red hair from his face some in thought before continuing as he looked at the young man. ''If I was a demon, why would I be here? It doesn't look like I have comrades here that will help me whisk away after devouring your souls.'' He got a bit amused and started wiggling his fingers at Ryusuke, grinning and laughing a bit. ''So you may become my expendable men in arms WoooOOOoooOOo~'' He went dead pan in the face and the niceties were gone, at least for now with Ryusuke. ''Cut the bullshit. You'll live with my 'demonic' presence just a little while until we can get out. Then you can sanctify me and curse my name all you want when we are free. As for now we are stuck together and clearly I am not going to attack you. So lets just agree to disagree mm?''

He looked at one of the others in the room to find one was a Hybrid, blond with cat like hues. He would not lie, it was a bit... off putting but only because of his history and past. But he certainly wasn't going to single anyone out even though himself already was in Ryusuke's eyes. He also looked at the young girl, blonde as well and blue eyed. His eyes were somewhat unnatural with their paleness but otherwise blue green in tone. He smiled at both of them, bowing his head in greetings the next before tilting his head at them. ''So, am I the big bad wolf to you too mm?'' He chuckled a bit in amusement but his face went serious. He had to know that at least someone could work with him. If not, he would still help - of course - But it would be simply... harder to do so.

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Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto

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Kirio stared at the wall.. for.. around 30 minutes now, and the reason was because- well hell he wasnt sure what to think. To put it simply, he currently felt like a cat that was going through some mental trauma and all he was capable of doing is blanking out rather idiotically. It was only a couple minutes later that his body became responsive and it was after his hybrid senses slipped out of its dormant state (from hiding his species for a while) and began to feel the dark powers around him. This brought a tingle down his spine, and surely the grin that was creeping on his face was from ear to ear. 'We are not all human.' His cat like eyes slid to each people in the room, and his orbs gleamed with curious intent. 'I can finally be a little more open.' Kirio felt the magic rush through his body, 'Or maybe a bit more.' He stiffled a cackle.

"Well what I miss!" He chirped, looking around lost. "Oh yeah, we got sent here.." He sniffed the air, smelling awful chemicals and cleaning materials, definitely a hospital. 'Well now what.' He thought, feeling a bit bored, and that was.. well boring and bad, possible destructive. Looking towards the other people in the room, his eyes sought out two in particular- the ones with the bad vibe. He lived for interesting chaos. ''So you may become my expendable men in arms WoooOOOoooOOo~'' He went dead pan in the face and the niceties were gone, at least for now with Ryusuke. ''Cut the bullshit. You'll live with my 'demonic' presence just a little while until we can get out. Then you can sanctify me and curse my name all you want when we are free. As for now we are stuck together and clearly I am not going to attack you. So lets just agree to disagree mm?''

He blinks, and suddenly he was seen giggling, holding his stomach from the pain of joy. 'So, am I the big bad wolf to you too mm?'' He looked up at the man, his eyes filled with tears, "Hahaha~! Of course not! Maybe big, but not bad. Just funny." He paused, before giggling even more, "Interesting too" He had to pay this man back for making him feel laughter, been awhile since Kirio.. was restricted from other activities. 'But maybe not anymore?'
"oh yeah.. um." Where were his human manners, "My name is Kirio Gensou, or well Kiri for short if you didnt know! What's your name Wolf-San?" He glanced at the others, wondering if they'll spill any information as well. Kiri hated being in a situation he was unknown about, even if it was really fun.

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Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto

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''If you just watch, you learn a lot. It takes time so best get comfortable.''
Sentinel || Noisestorm




Nixyn turned to the one he was questioning about him being the 'big bad wolf' and smiled pearly whites at the young man before holding the back of his neck, looking to the side, easily embarrassed by flattery it seemed but only by men he found attractive. But of course, he would not openly say that, it would be bad timing at the moment in a room surrounded in blood, bodily fluids and bleach... All the things he hated smelling, perhaps someone from down stairs was having a chuckle at his predicament. He huffed air from his nose at the thought and cleared his throat before looking back up at the man's seemingly golden feline hues with his pale bright blue ones.

Smiling away at the young man before walking up to him, standing up tall and broad but clearly relaxed, even in his presence and in the room, completely... perhaps unnaturally calm to the situation at hand. Standing before Kirio, he respectfully bowed his head before speaking, his Latvian accent clear but English vocabulary remarkable. ''I do try to lighten the mood. Thank you.'' He couldn't stop smiling at the moment, a bit caught up in the moment actually as he put his hand out to Kirio, laughing a bit as being called a wolf and for that he 'woofed' at the man with a playful smirk before going on to introduce himself. ''Nice to meet you Kirio, my name is Nixyn Issac Yale. You can call me Nix for short if you prefer it.'' And there he was, smiling again, he swore his cheekbones were starting to ache at this point.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Encountered Monsters Bestiary Character Portrait: Kirigaya Koizumi Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Un Om Boon Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Naru Kazure Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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Then everyone got pregnant and died. The end~
*slow clap*