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Sobenei keiza

Best foot forward and best strategy hidden..

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a character in “Onigokko”, as played by Oborosen

Description

Name: Sobenei Keiza

Age: 32

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Character Type: Human

Brief History: Keiza was born to a mixed pairing, his father was Japanese and his mother was Swedish. He spent the first sixteen years of his life moving from place to place with his mother and occasionally had a stepfather along for the ride. Being mixed and with a foreign mother, made life extremely difficult early on for him and his mother leaving them to fend for themselves most of the time. It wasn't until the two finally set down in the city that life normalized and he eventually found his way to a higher education and eventually returned too his childhood school as a teacher.

Dark Secret: Unbeknownst too his mother, Keiza is the reason that she lost contact with two of her past husbands. One that he chased away with threats and another that he murdered in his sleep. This is all in the belief that he has to protect her from such people.

Abilities:
-Kendo Training- Keiza can make use of a long shafted weapon more easily then others, but is more capable with an actual sword.
-Tough- Growing up in a tough time has thickened Keiza's skin, allowing him to shirk physical blows better then most.
-Adrenaline Surge- The more damaged Keiza becomes, he gains a modifier to his strength & defense stats. Growing more as his health begins to dwindle.
-Imbue Will- Being a teacher and figure of leadership, Keiza can embolden himself and allies by increasing their willpower. Doing so can severely drain his stamina, leaving him exhausted.

Strength: 17

Defense: 17

Magic: 0

M. Defense: 6

Agility: 10

Evasion: 10

Will: 13

Sanity: 7

Starting Stats: (Hp-180,Mp-0)

So begins...

Sobenei keiza'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: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Troph

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keiza had finished his round in the school prior to the rest of the club showing up, deciding to spend the rest of his night with the as the hours will pass. In fact many of the other clubs that have late activities had already left and to his knowledge only about four other clubs were left on the school grounds.

He now spent the majority of his time next to the windows at the front of the class as Haruka kept her fingers running through the pages of her old tome, still searching in vain for an old story to share with the other club members. Keiza on the other hand kept the window next to him cracked and smoked the last of his clove cigarettes for the night, something he had told himself to quite time and time again. Though he was always ready to crack and break his promise for the night, a fresh pack resting in the left pocket of his red track suit made sure of that.

As the last of the days sunlight had disappeared from view, he took off his shades and clipped them onto his collar. Rubbing his emerald eyes as the light touched them for the first time in hours. Taking one last draw from his smoke, he flicked the butt off into the darkness below, letting it fall to the concrete below.

Turning and cutting an eye at Troph for a moment as he stepped from the window, closing the glass behind him. "Mister Takeda.. The fact this is a school club, does not give you the option to turn it into a WiFi hotspot."

"Put it away and join the others."


The student he spoke of was known more commonly as Troph, though his real name was Nicholas. A fact that he seemed to abhor over most others and the reason Keiza called him by his family name. It was still a very effective way to draw a reaction from the young man.

He walked over next to Haruka and leaned over, peering into the pages of the tome.
"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." His eyes scanned the pages as Haruka continued to flip through, one after the other.

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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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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?"

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph

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"Hai-...chou..." Troph continued to stare at the pair, pondering what the difference between kaichou and haichou is. Ultimately losing interest in the subject, his attention was now focused towards a new arrival.

"Ah! If it isn't the marksmen of my party!" Troph exclaimed. Already knowing about Varren's background with a gun, Troph was more than aware of the fact that he carried a real one around. However, Troph not exactly being the most alert in terms of danger simply went with Varren's excuse that it was just an airsoft model. He could always use a deadeye around when enemies show up, after all.

"Mister Takeda.. The fact this is a school club, does not give you the option to turn it into a WiFi hotspot. Put it away and join the others."

Troph's ear perked at the mention of his surname. Having a well-known distaste for his real name, Troph clicked his tongue in minor annoyance, but quickly masked it with a whiney façade. While never being particularly fond of his real name, Troph has gotten somewhat used to Keiza-sensei referring to him by his surname.

"Come on, Keiza-sensei. A healthy, young adult like me needs some kind of filter to get him through the day. For me, video games are just the solace I need. Surely you can understand my plight, yes?" Troph asked, pointing towards the object of interest, residing in his left pocket. While not exactly visible, there was a slight sag in Keiza's pocket that Troph could only assume was a pack of cancer sticks.

It was then that the heavenly aroma of fresh baked goods had entered the room. Troph subconsciously carried himself to the location of the desired goods, completely forgetting that Keiza had just gotten onto him.

"Ah! Mama~♥ Don't tell me you brought us some delicious goodies again?" Troph began wafting the scent of her treats deeply into his nasal cavities, clearly not wanting to forget it.

While most would find Troph's nickname towards Yuzuki disturbing, it is one he has mentally labeled her by. Therefore, him referring to her as such has become common throughout their club meetings. Although, Troph himself had to admit the atmosphere felt kind of awkward whenever he first began calling her that.

"Ah. Kai-chou is abogrrrth mmmn rrrgh so-ffinsssh-..."

Grabbing a couple of ghost cookies, Troph made an attempt to explain the situation. The effort however had seemed somewhat futile, as he had been simultaneously stuffing his face with sweets.

After taking a second to clear the contents of his mouth, Troph makes a second attempt at retelling his previous statement, with less food involved.

However, Haruka had already begun explaining the reason for tonight rendezvous before Troph could manage the beginning of his sentence. Listening to her ramblings, Troph gave Haruka the best attention he could offer. While missing bits and pieces here and there, Troph managed to comprehend the majority of what she said.

One part in particular held Troph's interest. The part about the fire that claimed several lives. Upon hearing this, Troph began spacing out, thinking back to what happened to him as a child. Despite his delusions, Troph was all too aware of what had actually happened at that time.

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

Troph quickly snapped back to attention, Haruka's loud outburst returning him to his senses.

'Hmmm. Seven warriors? Like Asmodeus, Leviathan, and those kinda guys?' Troph thought to himself. While not being the most experienced magus with demonology, he did know a thing or two from old books and tomes he had read himself, that involved such things. Of course, he did also ramble on about how he couldn't just absorb abilities from books, rather than having to actually read and practice them.

Upon hearing Haruka ask if anyone had any questions, Troph took note of something Haruka said that didn't quite fit.

"Hey, Kai-chou. You named off nine sins but said there are only seven embodiments. What's up with that?" Troph asked, surprised that he was one of the few who saw that the numbers didn't exactly add up.

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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.

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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: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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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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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.

"..."

"...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: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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Keiza was happy to see the others in good enough spirits for this event, knowing full well that they would need to cooperate for this to be enjoyed to the fullest. Keeping an eye on the other students as they conversed and played to their hearts content and awaiting for the groups meeting to begin.

Though he was never really a member of the group, as per the schools designs, he has always been fascinated with them as they worked. More so with the fact that he would more or less stick with them for the whole night, instead of going on his rounds as the school insisted.

But as the group settled down and everyone was told to take their places, he could tell that this night was not going to be like the others. The lights and the mood were not enough for him to see past what was going on, but the circle and imagery were weighing on the back of his mind as he watched them all play their parts in the unfolding event. Haruka's reading of the old dusty tome was more then enough to draw and ire of dread from Keiza as he looked on as the pale shadow appeared.

His first instinct was to move and try to save self, but something had gripped him and was holding him in place. To call such a thing fear, no matter how primitive would be a childish thing to do. It was something else all together that was ensuring they all bore witness to what was happening and as Justine is cut down before their very eyes and Keiza grits his teeth in response. Almost being too aware of the feeling of red life streaking across his cheek and the warmth of that life being replaced by the echoing blackness.

He could barely make out the words being said, though he had a decent enough grasp on what they might be.

But for now he was alone in this world of stark blackness and the only company there for him was the sound of his own breath. This state in turn gave a greatly separated feeling of euphoria, as if his body were amputated from his mind and the two could feel one another to an extent. He could feel his arms move, though it was obvious that he was not budging in any direction at the least.

This silence and calm was broken after what seemed to be far too long as Keiza could feel himself returning somehow. The new found cold stale air began filling his lungs and he became aware now that he was for some reason on one knee. His eyes blinked eagerly into focus as the class room came back into sight.

The room was as he last saw it, though one would be wrong to guess it the same.
All the air was cold and brim with stillness, everything else being coated in a uniquely thick layer of dust. His mind wondering as to how long that he had been out of it for now. He looked before his feet, realizing that both sections of Justine's body were now gone. His eyes widened as he realized that some of the students themselves were gone as well.

Leaning over laying a hand on Akira's shoulder, he could tell that she was still alive and well, no matter how little the term of "well" meant at the moment. She was still alive, despite the fact that there was a thick layer of dust on her body as well as the others.

Kaoru and Milo were passed out beside one another, with Shizuka, Maya and Sin still somewhat maintaining their own locations around the now fading circle on the floor. He gave Akira's shoulder a cursory jostle in order to wake her from her sleep and spoke out, clearing the dust from his own throat in the process.

Stepping over to help Haruka and lend a hand for Yumiko as well.

"Everyone.."

"Wake up"


Coughing more as he tried to speak with a clearer voice.

He stood and pressed his hand against the desk at the head of the class for added leverage, again feeling how wrong the room was. The wood was brittle and grimy with the passing of time for so long, adding to the image of how the room had not been cared for after so many years and its years of prime lay in the past.

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Akira could barely comprehend what happened. Her and Shizuka had left the blanket fort and joined the others, however reluctant both of them may have been to do it. She gripped tightly upon her pillow that she took with her while everyone stood in the circle, listening to the strange incantations of the club's leader. Akira never expected anything to happen. Humans rarely could call upon forces like this at will. At least that was what she had read on the Internet... But the instant Akira saw that shadow come from behind Haruka, that ambiguous shadow that seemed to drip of malice, she knew that nothing good would come of this. She tried to turn and run to her fort, to get away from this force. But something kept her there, paralyzed in place. She couldn't even grip her pillow tighter like she wanted to.

And that was when the pain started. Even to her, who had known beatings and bludgeoning stones through her childhood, had never experienced anything so agonizing. She opened her mouth to scream, and though she felt the pain in her throat, no real sounds came out. She truly felt that it would kill her. She had no idea that the entire duration was no more than mere seconds. To her, this torment went on for days. Or was it weeks? And somehow in the sea of destruction that was crashing upon her body, she managed to see the shadow slice up the boy named Justin. After that, a final sear of pain took her over and sentenced her to darkness...

"...ryone..."
"...ke up..."


A somewhat familiar voice filled the void that Akira now knew. Was this what the humans called "hell?" No. Her mother had described hell to her in great detail as a little girl. The afterlife was something that the Dullahan was very well aware of. This did not feel like what her mother had described. But then again, she was only a halfling, inexperienced in death and killing. For all she knew, this very well could be life after death. Until she opened her eyes and cleared away some of the darkness, this was all she could think about...

Her body jolted upright, her mouth gasping at the dusty air. Though she was up now, all she could see was the ceiling. Turning her eyes to the teacher, her head rolled against her will. Gathering up more dust, the head refused to roll back. It was then that Akira realized why she was not in complete control. She did not understand the reasoning, but just in her peripheral vision she could see her body, apart from her head, sitting upright. A black substance that looked like smoke but was a bit more solid rose up from the half-present neck. The deconstruction, reconstruction. The pain and fear that she endured had caused her to lose her cool, lose control. Her true nature was shining through like a beacon. Luckily, none of the other kids had woken up yet. She had only enough time before they woke back to command her body to feel around for the head, popping it back in place on the neck where it belonged. The black escaped with dust as her body began coughing to force out the dust that had lingered there for longer than she knew. As soon as that was done, her hood made its way back up... just in case the head came loose and needed to be caught again.

Now that she was up and at least somewhat alert, her first instinct was to panic. First off, what the hell had just happened to them? She could still remember what happened to them, however fuzzy it was becoming to her, but the state her mind was in was just making it hard to process. Were they actually killed? Or just transported elsewhere? Upon closer observation, she was still in the club room. At least it seemed that way. Too much dust distorted it from what it once was. She cursed herself under her breath. If she were awakened to her full nature she might be able to understand where she was. She might have been able to understand what they had just endured. Once she had time to get upset at herself, something more immediate came to her attention. The teacher, whose name she never really memorized, had woken her up. If he saw her head just now... She let out a squeak of fear, shuffling across the floor to hide behind Shizuka's body. The closest thing to a friend she had, Shizuka was now like a safety net to the scared halfling. "T-Teacher... You--" Her voice struggled to speak, stuttering with pain and confusion, shock and fear. "You... Didn't see anything." There was no way to make her sound as intimidating as she wanted to. "I-I have.. I'm so lost. And confused. W-Why did my head--" There. The perfect way to adapt to her just sounding scared instead of threatening was to play innocent here. "What's wrong with me? W-With us? I-Is Shizu okay? Alive? I..." Against her own will, she began noticing tears flooding down from her face. They had been going on about since she put her head back on, but only now did she pay it any mind. "I-... Teacher, I'm so scared!" Her sobbing only got worse as her true feeling began making themselves known.

Out of pure habit, one of her hands reached up to her head. She knew that when she got emotional, she could really lose her head. Literally. It might have already been too late for her with the teacher. He may have realized that this was something about her before they were all... Were they attacked? She still did not quite understand that. She could only pray that the teacher would believe her when she lied. Her other hand reached down to give Shizu a couple of nudges with an entirely shaky arm. "Sh-Shizu... Get up... Please don't be d-dead! You said you wouldn't leave me alone! Wake up, wake, up... wakeupwakeupwakeup!" Her volume increased with each word. It may have been enough to wake the others up solely with her voice as she tried to jostle her new friend to consciousness. She was about ready to scream. Nothing made sense right now. If she lost the one person she felt like she would begin to trust, that might be the final straw for her. She would literally lose her head again...

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Keiza looked on as he began to survey the room and take in what had just transpired.

He remembered everything that happened before the club began its activity and he could recall the words spoken before everything had gone to hell. A mentally niggard rub of his cheek and he was not surprised to feel the same warm sensation get drawn under his fingers. It seemed that the world had gone on for so long and the dust pattered on top of everything attested to this.

Withdrawing his hand to see the red stain draping across the underside of his fingers. All he could think in his mind was how it was definitely sad that such an event happened to Justin. Such a horrible way to go* Was that kept running in his thoughts. Though he was also rather glad that he was not at the brunt of such an attack, knowing that at least Justin's death could serve well enough in that regard.

Discarding the mark on the thigh of his pants Keiza pulls another ragged cough from his lungs before clearing it finally. The world now seemed so stale in comparison to what he was used to, it possessed no life and movement like the waking side of things and all he could do was fight back the urge to pull the fresh pack of smokes in his pocket.

Catching the sound of Akira clearing her own throat behind him he turned to check on her well being, only to be greeted by the sight of her head rolling nearly a foot from her body and his own faculties seized up for the moment. Another strange and somewhat shocking aspect to register for him this night. Though he could not lie, there was a measure of fascination that came with the realization of what was happening. She on the other hand was not the least bit caught off by what was going on, in fact it seemed to be a natural occurrence to her. The way she meandered on the act of reaching around for her head as her body shuffled about flailing that one arm lightly.

Managing to pull himself away from the sight long enough to turn back towards the front of the room, just as she managed to wrap her hands around her face and pull it closer. He doubted the fact that seeing her reattach her own head face to face would be an easy discussion, no matter the day or time. Deciding that he should wait for her to knowledge him before first addressing anything else and so he could at least steel himself for what was to come.

He had always felt somewhat sorry for the young girl, never being really one of the other kids in the school. She was well liked by her friends yes, but those friends were only of the class and only those close enough to her.

She kind of reminded him of himself as a child, only the fact that life was less friendly in those days colored his view more turgidly.

"T-Teacher... You--" She asked as she rose up from the floor, Keiza could only imagine the ample puppy eyed look she was trying to swing his way. She questioned what he had seen and what was going on with the world and them. Though he was aware of how unfazed the rest of her questioning was. The same face and action he had seen time and time again as a teacher when children were caught doing something they knew was wrong and how they tried act as though they did not know what was happening.

Only when her attention shifted on to her class mate Shizuka did her expression and worry become more genuine.

Keiza looked on as she tried to wake Shizuka, but to no avail for the time being.
He put a hand on her shoulder and spoke "If we are any indication, I believe that thing wants us here alive and well.. for the time being at least." He leaned down and helped her move Shizuka over on her back and took the moment to inspect her more closely.

As far as he could tell she and the others were unharmed, so much so as himself and Akira.

That was when he returned his hand to the young girls shoulder and spoke to her closely. "Playing coy will help no one for now Akira, I saw enough.. But for now lets make sure the others are at least going to wake up." He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze in a measure to reassure her at least. Though there was no smile or calm look to be found on his face, because in all honesty he was not sure of anything while they remained here in this place.

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Darkness. It's what Kaoru saw when everything just stopped, after the club president fell, when the vice president was cut in two, just like a fruit about to be eaten. The raven-haired male's head was pounding, like someone slammed it into a wall.

"Wake up..."

He didn't intend to stay, but with the aura of the room, it seemed that way for everyone. When Haruka fell, Kaoru felt terrible pains. Is this what those poor men in that video felt? After that, he couldn't really remember much, but to him, there had to be a way to describe what happened. A prank? No, that would be terrible, and surely the school council wouldn't approve of things like that. There was no way it could be possibly real! He slowly opened his eyes, blurry at first, then slowly, everything came into focus. Someone was knocked out next to him; and he was pretty sure it was a boy. Kaoru saw that two people were already up, Teacher and Akira. How did they get up so fast? No one else was awake yet. He was about to say something when he saw Akira's head grotesquely tilt off, and he watched wide-eyed as black smoke came off of the young woman's neck. "Wha-" He quickly put a hand over his mouth to prevent any more words from coming out. This wasn't normal. None of this was normal...

He blinked. There were fewer people in the classroom. He tried to stand up, but his back was in serious pain, and he didn't feel his left leg. Hopefully it wasn't broken. Kaoru pushed himself up with his arms, but the process was stopped by the fast panicking of "Sh-Shizu... Get up... Please don't be d-dead! You said you wouldn't leave me alone! Wake up, wake, up... wakeupwakeupwakeup!". He dropped back to the ground, and stared at Akira. Well this was a problem. "Uh, hey. maybe you'd wanna explain... ya know, the head thing? And do you two have any idea where we are...? I need to get going." he said from across the room.

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Assembled in a circle along with the rest of Occult Club's members Shizu could only watch on with a raised brow as Haruka chanted aloud some strange incantation from an equally strange looking book. She wasn't sure where the president found such an odd thing nor what possessed her to trying to get the whole group involved in whatever ritual this was supposed to be. Whether it was real or not the president at least put some actual effort into the whole thing and if her aim was to set a creepy vibe she certainly succeeded in at least that. As silence finally fell over the room Shizu blinked, nothing happened, as she expected but she would be lying if she said she felt no suspense at the conclusion to the rather dramatic reading that had just taken place. Feeling her shoulders relax she began to glance around the room at the others before Justin's shout drew her attention.

In the blink of an eye the boy had tackled their president and as Shizu's gaze followed the boy's movements they stopped upon identifying a strange shadowy figure occupying the space behind where the president stood just a moment ago. Confusion and paralyzing fear took hold of her body as she could do not but stare at the unknown figure. The red light emanating from the circle below her began to envelop her vision accompanied by a pain that began to embrace every inch of her being.

Red stained vision darkens. Crimson. Blackness. Nothingness.

Am I dead? I mean I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later given my health but... This is a little ridiculous don't you think? It's way too early for me to die. It's no fair. I refuse to accept it. I haven't even kissed anyone yet. Well, no one real anyways.

Suspended in blackness with only the silence of nothingness to answer her thoughts, Shizu floated about in unconsciousness. Some unknowable amount of time later Shizu finally heard something. Distant, muffled shouts, incomprehensible but with them came a looming consciousness. As the sounds came into greater focus she could feel herself being moved. It was still hard to make out -what- was being said but she could make out three different, distinct voices. One was certainly Akira, the other Keiza-sensei, the third however she was unsure of, some boy from the sounds of it.

With her head still feeling a fraction of the pain from before Shizu inhaled deeply as she finally resurfaced into the world of consciousness. The dusty and stale air that filled her lungs sent her into a short coughing fit as she slowly sat up, one hand behind her planted on the ground to support herself. As the coughing settled she opened an eye and gave a cursory scan around the room before opening both her eyes and squinting up at Akira who appeared to be crying. Seemingly out of habit more than anything else she reached for her pocket to retrieve a sucker to pop into her mouth before she adjusted her glasses. "Guess I'm not dead then... What... What happened? What're you crying for? Are you alright?" Her first question was addressed to the whole room as she looked over at the two other men who were awake before she returning her slightly concerned and mostly confused gaze to Akira.

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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: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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Keiza stood from Akira's side and looked around the room once more as they began to regain their composure. It was a troubling thing to witness the death of a friend and then be whisked away from the world you know and somehow placed in such a false reality.

Though as he ran his hand over the length of his arm, the idea that this was just another world all together washed over him. That or it was terrible counterpart to what they lived in. It was then that he began to wonder why he felt so at ease in this play, besides the feeling of dread that came from their situation. All was fine inside of his mind and that was what bothered him the most.

"Get to your feet and see what you can find.. we need to be ready for anything that happens here."

Keiza was quick to head back to the desk at the head of the class, now sitting in a crooked position from the wall. As if it were a sharp splinter shunted from a day old wound. However to his dismay there was nothing, as he pulled the first drawer open. Save for the accommodation of dust and grime that seemed to accumulate everywhere in this place and as he kept searching, nothing became any better.

Not a thing existed in the confines of the desk and that puzzled him, despite the world looking remarkably like their own. Nothing was as it stood in its entirety, because he highly doubted the homeroom teacher would have a completely bare desk.

He reels back and kicks the edge of the desk in frustration, not hard in his defense, but the state of the wood was enough to splinter a nice chunk of its leg. Sending small pieces of wood flying, as if scared critters sent jumping from an open flame. However as he stands back from the desk, his back hits the chalkboard and he makes the eraser fall. Its landing does the same as most of the room, pluming out a small display of dust. Though honestly it could be chalk as well, but frankly it would be impossible to determine such a spectacle.

Keiza can feel his nerves center once more as he looks at the children in his care and speak. "Sorry.. frustration is never the best of my days." Leaning over and picking up the eraser, he returns to set it back on its perch in front of the board. As if doing so would be some cosmic action that would set all things right once more. Or to set his mind at ease, because right now he could not really decide on that answer.

It was at this time that he noticed something, the board was not as he or the class had left it. Though from the collection of dust he could barely see what was drawn on their now. He twist and turns his view trying to get a better look at the writing, but to no avail it was just too hidden and so chose to draw in one singular breath.

He let this breath go on the board, its pressure cutting the gathered dust from its resin surface with incredible ease. What it would reveal however was all that could occupy his mind.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza

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He let this breath go on the board, its pressure cutting the gathered dust from its resin surface with incredible ease. What it would reveal however was all that could occupy his mind.


You take a look at the vast wall of text written on the board. The mediums range from chalk, to engravings, and even to blood. Some of the writing has become illegible due to time, but you're still able to make out more than half of what is written.

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“Ms. Takeda went to look for Keiji. Please wait here if you see this.” – Kaoru

“I waited a long time for you to return. I got worried, so I went to look for you. If you see this, WAIT HERE.” – Ms. Takeda

“Leaving this in case everyone leaves. I’m not sure what this place is, but if anyone sees this, please just wait here. I’ll be back once I find some food. If there are others, it would be better for us to stick together.” – Maibara Daisuke

“Geez. I’m starving… Daisuke, hurry up with the food.” – Hibari

“Keep your chin up, Hibari. We’ll make it out of this.” - Chiba

“We haven’t left this room. Seems like no one comes back. We want to leave, but our spirits are getting low and our minds are going the more hunger sinks in. Writing on this board is probably the only thing helping right now.” – Hibari

“It’s been 3 days now. Hibari seems to like writing on this board, but I find it a bit depressing…Although, it’s probably because of her that the mood isn’t as bad as it could be. Just wish she wasn’t sick today… I could use a bad joke or two.” – Nara Naowaki

“Day 4. Thirsty. Drinking urine as last resort. Feeling sick.” – Hibari

“Day 4. Everyone keeps staring at me. They look evil.” – Hibari

“Day 4. Light-headed. Hard to breathe.” - Hibari

“Day 5. Keep hearing things outside. Really cold.” – Hibari

“Day 6. Birthday. Raped.” - Hibari

“Day 7. Chiba and Naowaki went crazy. Killed them.” – Hibari

“Day 7. Ate _______________…” – Hibari

“Day 8. Alone.” - Hibari

“Day 9. Leaving… Will probably die… Tell mom and dad I love them.” – Mochizuki Hibari, 18, Sonohara Academy, Class 3-A

“Don’t go outside! There’s some kind of fucking monster out there! If it weren’t for this weird magic trick my friend pulled, I’d be dead right now!” – Mori Takashi

“Just what the hell is going on here!? Where the hell are we!?” – Yoshikawa Ayase

“The slow ones are blind.”- Makoto

“I’m not sure whether this is all an elaborate prank or not, but I’m sure as hell not staying in this hell hole of a room. If you’re reading this and have any sense, you’ll do the same.” – Keigo

“There’s no food in the cafeteria. Don’t waste your time going there.” - Souma

“There are bodies everywhere! Just what the hell is this place!? Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke!?” - Shugo

“Looks like some pretty horrible things happened here. But look, you can’t stay here for too long. If you can find food and shelter, stay there and hold them off.” – Hachita Reiji

“Guns are our best option. Get close and your dead. To help everyone out, I’ve placed a few in the storage closet. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”- Souma

“What are these things!? They even managed to rip that freak Yusuke in half like it was nothing!” – Miyamoto Ise

“Bullet wounds are too shallow. Cut them apart.” - Makoto

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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Keiza rubs his eyes for a moment after reading the text that displayed on the chalkboard. It all just came out at such a strange tilt for him to understand, if he could understand it at all that was. In all honesty he was trying to wrap his head around what was going on around them and then this happened. A board possessing dictation from several students from the school, though strangely some of the others were missing as well. Not to mention the strange focus of the text and what lay within the halls of the school, or what happened to the other students.

After rubbing his eyes he looked back at the board.

"Alright, strange is as strange gets.. what is the matter with this place and what the hell is wrong with this board?"

The question would still stay with him, even after the moments pass that he got no answer. It was impossible what was transpiring on the board and even more so for what the board depicted. Then again, the whole incident that befell them was impossible as well and he could have figured something as much.

A course half smile poured over his face, as if the thought was an intense joke that he should have gotten at some point. Which quickly got wiped off his face when the building gave a collective creek of pain, as if each board in the structure was collectively feeling the pain of age. "I'm really missing the headmaster riding my ass right about now.."

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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*