Yuzuki Yotsuki

"I wonder... What she's like..."

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a character in “Onigokko”, as played by Senpai





Yuzuki Yotsuki


Face Claim:
Touka Takanashi / Chuunibyou Demo Koi ga Shitai

True Neutral

Character Type: 
Magus ; Metal Specialization.


Brief History:
Yuzuki lived a pretty decent life throughout childhood, especially for a Magus. From a pretty well-off family with respectable status in the Magus community, she was raised with her needs taken care of and a great teacher for her special talents. She's a pretty well-trained magus with good natural talent over her element of metal. Though as time went on, a certain event occurred that caused her to begin reflecting the element that she controlled: cold, unfeeling, stoic. Skipping over the rather disgusting details, a family friend took advantage of some of her kindness when she was fourteen... leaving her with an unexpected new family member nine months later.

Because of the circumstances of which the child was conceived, Yuzuki's parents considered the child a disgrace, a smudge on the Yotsuki family name. Yuzuki refused to abort it and carried it with her the full term. But the instant the child was born, her parents forced her to surrender it to adoption in favor of continuing her life like a normal teenage magus, free from the “burdens of parenthood at such an age.” They also made her swear to tell no one, not even anyone she deemed her closest friend. To them, the child was nothing more than a mistake that could be easily erased... She is often lost, thinking about the child she bore but never knew...

Dark Secret:
She is a mother of a child she does not know.


Flourish 8 Yuzuki can call forth a weapon of choice from her family's armory. For the most part, she often chooses her ladle. She likes to cook. +10 to hit
She can use her metal magic to shape it at will. Regardless of shape or size, it grants a strength bonus. Weapon is good for 15 strikes.

Fortress 12 She calls forth a block of pure steel from the armory to block an enemy attack. She can then reshape it to increase its size and 0
durability. Its durability increases depending on how long she channels the spell.

Knight 8 She may use her abilities to call forth a suit of armor upon herself or a target. It increases Defense by 8 while lowering Agility by 4. 0

Blade Works 30 A fair number of blades from her family's armory appear from behind Yuzuki, shooting forward and dealing damage to anything 35
unlucky enough to be in its wide cone-shaped path.

MANA POOL: 70/70
Strength:  5 (+0) = 5

Defense:  10 (+0) = 10

Magic:  15 (+9) = 24

M. Defense:  10 (+3) = 13

Agility:  10 (+0) = 10

Evasion:  15 (+0) = 15

Will:  10 (+9) = 19

Sanity: 15 (+0) = 15

...sigh. "FREE CHEESE!"

So begins...

Yuzuki Yotsuki'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...


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~

Characters Present

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

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#, as written by Senpai


The day had progressed rather normally for Yuzuki Yotsuki, a Senior in Homurahara High School. She found it rather bland and dull, though she saw most days like that. Throughout the entire day, she could only hope that whatever it was that whatever Haruka was planning or the Occult and Horror club's even that night would be interesting. She knew a bit about the world of magic from personal experience, so while a lot of the club's happenings were rather farfetched and even sometimes silly, she found some amusement out of it. But her main reason for being in the club was to be a spectator at all of the shenanigans and to get rid of her baked goods at the end of the day. That hope alone kept her alert and active today through her monotonous classes. Even her baking club, which often took priority over the occult club, felt like it would never end as she tried to power through the day. But sure enough, those final bells did ring. A soft sigh of relief escaped the senior as she stood up from one of the tables in the baking club room. "I think that they'll like these." As she left the room, so did two large trays with her...

It was no secret that Yuzuki liked to make food and treats. Every time she showed up to these meetings with the occult club, however brief her visits usually were, she always had some kind of snack to share with the group. Tonight she went all-out. After all, special events call for special treats. If anyone were to have heard that she was coming to this meeting, they were more than likely excited to see what goodies she brought. She spent quite a while in the baking club room working on what she had today. Rather contrary to what the club does, her treats were always rather cute and well-decorated, the kind of things one would expect to find in a bakery. But that was to be expected of someone in the culinary field.

It wasn't long before she was in front of the door to the club room. The sound of books hitting the ground uninhibited filled the air that was once quiet with just the soft mumblings of club members. It didn't surprise her in the slightest that such volume was coming from the club room, though when she walked in she did not expect it to be coming from the weird redhead in the back. She was generally pretty quiet all alone back there... except for the time she broke that chair at her first meeting. But Yuzuki pretended not to remember that, not really knowing for sure if it was for her sake or the redhead's. Shaking her head, she fully entered the room and set the trays of treats down on the row of sloppily-arranged desks.

"Hello, Occult club friends!" Calling them friends was pushing it a bit since she didn't really know too many of the students, save for Varren, and even then she just spoke with him in a casual manner. She was older than most of the students in the club, but a few with Varren included were also eighteen. "I've brought you some treats for storytime here. Star-shaped peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips mixed in. For anyone allergic to peanuts, I brought some simple chocolate chip cookies. On the other side of the tray are a mix of chocolate and vanilla cupcakes with some spooky green frosting. Oooh." There were also little ghost-shaped sprinkles. It was pretty much a joke to her, but she did make them. "There is also a batch of brownies. Try not to take more than one, I couldn't make a whole lot. And I didn't bring any soda or anything. Sorry! But share and enjoy."

With a soft sigh, the baker turned away and walked from her treats. She definitely wasn't the cheery type, but she felt the need to be when presenting her dishes. Even something as simple as these easy snacks for this club who probably wouldn't appreciate them as much as she did. As she walked away, it would be pretty obvious that she was taller than most other club members, regardless of gender. She was very hard to miss if she was walking near you. So whether Varren was on guard or not, he knew that it was Yuzuki that slapped a rough hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft laugh. "Alright, alright, leave them be. You don't wanna bust the president's balls. You can barely take my ladle. Don't want to infuriate our righteous leader. What if she heard you?" She'd made her way to him and Troph, who unsurprisingly was yelling about some video game. Giving each of them the faintest of smiles now and a nod to each, she sat at a desk next to them and stretched her body out. "So what are you geeks up to?" She often called them names like "geek" or "dweeb," but affectionately she would assure them. Something they would more than likely be used to by now. She used the excuse that she was just a part-timer here in the club that she couldn't be called such names in response. She was mostly here just for their shenanigans anyway.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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One shouldn't expect this day, following many days that have repeated themselves many times, to be any different from yesterday or tomorrow. It was a boring way to look at things, but even the afternoons spent in the classroom where the Homurahara Occult & Horror Club's activities took place had started to feel the same. Some days Maina would be entertained more than others, though. The club was full of numerous people with varying personalities. When she first decided to participate in the club, it was an exciting new experience. Of course, she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy spending her evenings there, but there wasn't much to be learned there, and learning new things was one of the reasons she wanted to join a club in the first place.

Maina had showed up a little later than usual. When the bell rang to signify that school was over, she always waited until the classroom was empty before taking her leave so that the hallways wouldn't be as crowded, however an underclassmen in a hurry to get home had run into her, the flustered girls books and school work decorating the hallway floor in the process. Maina felt slightly annoyed, mostly from the unexpected collision that had just taken place, but assisted the younger girl with cleaning up her schoolwork anyway, resulting in her reaching the Horror Club's room after most of the members had already arrived. She wasn't really the type to converse unless spoken to first, unless she felt she needed to share her input in something, so she took a seat near the door by herself and quietly began reading through her history text book and taking down notes. She'd taken on an extra assignment for extra credit, not that she really needed it. She mostly just wanted to read more about human history, not really feeling like her classes went over the subject as thoroughly as they could've.

Though she looked to be engulfed in her own activities, she continued to listen carefully to the antics of the other members in the room. Troph's frustration with his video game caused her to lift her head for a brief moment to watch him shake his fist at the ceiling as if someone was actually listening to him to from above. Varren's comment wasn't hard to miss, either. Whether her purposefully mixed up his words or not, Maina couldn't really be sure. She meant to continue reading through her textbook, but the trays Yuzuki carried with her when she entered the room caught her attention. She wasn't a massive fan of sweets, herself, but she hadn't eaten much for lunch and peanut butter cookies were an exception.

Rising from her seat, she made her way over to the tables where the baked good had been set and helped herself to one of the star-shaped cookies. "Marking pages that interest you make it much easier to find things, Haruka-san," she said, turning to face Haruka, her last few words being somewhat muffled as she bit down on the cookie. As expected, Yuzuki's culinary skills never did disappoint. The sweets she baked were probably the only ones Maina actually liked. Just as Maina swallowed the bite she'd taken, Haruka jumped to attention, announcing that she'd found the page she was looking for.

As she began to read off from the page, Maina glanced over at the desk where she had made her place. She'd have to get back to her assignment later. She was almost finished with the book, and the notes she had gathered were plenty for the essay she needed to write. Spending her afternoons in the clubroom had taken up some of her time, but she would still manage to finish it within a couple of days.

Taking the last bite of her cookie, their club president finished her story and gave directions for everyone to stand around the magic circle. Looking at her herself, it seemed to be perfectly correct. She wasn't a magus herself, but she'd done plenty of research in the past. Haruka stating that magic wasn't real was indeed the definition of irony. If she ever became aware of the different creatures that shared the world with her, the girl would probably go crazy with excitement.



A number of students rushed to escape the smoke-filled science room, coughing and letting out annoyed moans. Once again, Milo had mixed the wrong ingredients at the wrong time and ended up with a face full of smoke, his cherry-red hair barely visible under the layer of black matter that covered him from head to toe. He'd been told multiple times to make sure he was constantly reading over the directions provided to him, but he'd just assumed the red liquid should go in with the purple liquid because those colors looked best together. At least it didn't smell of rotten eggs this time, but most of the desks and floor was covered in black soot. Luckily this was Milo's last class of the day, though. After cleaning up his mess, he washed himself using the gym showers and, being familiar enough with his uniform somehow becoming a disaster, put on the spare uniform he always brought with him for these exact emergencies.

His hair was still wet when he made it to the Horror Club's classroom just in time to hear Yuzuki announcing the good she had brought for the day. "Ah, Yuzuki-senpai! You're amazing!" he said cheerfully, an enthusiastic smile plasters on his face as he hurried over to the desks where his upperclassmen had left the beautifully-decorated goodies. He didn't have to think twice about plopping down into one of the chairs of the desk that held the brownies and cupcakes. The one thing the boisterous boy couldn't resist was food, especially sweets. He'd always been quite the big eater, yet no matter the amount of food he ate, it didn't seem to do much for his height.

Three cupcakes and a brownie had already vanished from the trays of sweets, and a chocolate chip cookie was on it's way to Milo's mouth when the president suddenly interrupted it's trip. Come to think of it, Milo had no idea what was planned for today. He'd forgotten that they were supposed to be doing some special event, but forgetting things wasn't really new for him. He listened to her as she began reading from an old-looking book, something that looked like a prop for a movie, before he stood up and grouped in with the others, bringing his cookie along with him. His eyes moved to the floor in front of him, only just now realizing that an interesting whatchamacallit had been drawn on the floor. Was it supposed to be a magic circle? This was a bit different from the usual afternoon activities that the club performed, but they had gotten into plenty of shenanigans in the past, so Milo was ready to go on with whatever Haruka had planned for tonight. They got in trouble now and then, but they always had fun doing it.

"Does anyone have any remaining questions before we start?"

His eyes darted up from the drawing on the floor and his free hand shot up, the other hand still holding a half-eaten cookie. "Yes, I hereby claim any sweets that are leftover!" he said quickly, having an unusually serious look in his eyes, though his smile had not left his lips. Yuzuki's baked goods were a serious matter, after all.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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(Double post. Ignore!~^^)

Characters Present

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.

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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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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Not much to her surprise, but to her pleasure no less, people were enjoying the treats she brought in. She wasn't surprised to find people bum-rushing to her sweets and did find herself a little insulted at the trio in the back corner at the blanket fort who had yet to even acknowledge them. Her fingers fell upon her bag as she tentatively played at one of the zippers. If those girls didn't go for a cookie or something soon, she would make it happen... As she was having this thought, Varren replied to her question. She replied with a smug grin. "That's why I stopped playing new video games. I can just as easily play one of my old ones to get what I want from a game. New ones are just rehashed and put out with a prettier bow." She shook her head disapprovingly. "Maybe our friend there will learn to research a game thoroughly before dropping his spaghetti on it." She knew this probably wouldn't happen. Troph certainly seemed the type to get overly excited and act upon impulse.

Her fellow clubmates offered bits of praise and thanks, though the most ecstatic of them was that of her kouhai, Milo. He was an energetic and bright-eyed boy. Sometimes she found his energy to be a bit obnoxious, but in an absolutely endearing way. Forcing a smile at him, she happily replied, "Thank you, Milo-kun. But be sure to share the leftovers. You remember the last time somebody tried hogging the treats." Though her eyes were closed in smile, one could feel the threatening glare in her expression. It was a solemn warning. No, it was a direct threat to his safety. She was almost lost in the fond memory of the last victim of gluttony...

The president began speaking about the plans for tonight, the story behind the Seven Warriors. She was hesitant at first. As a Magus, these were things she was at least familiar with. And the president was playing at forces she really couldn't understand.. But as far as she knew, she was the only Magus in the room. So long as she didn't actually use any magic when they did their little activity, it should be fine. Still, the baker had a bad feeling deep down in her gut about it. She stood up to speak to the president about this, but something more pressing caught her eyes. The president could wait.

With the swiftest of movements possible, the zipper on Yuzuki's bag came undone. A flash of silver appeared in her hands with a twirl. Brandishing her weapon of choice in hand, she moved quickly to the front of the room. Anyone familar with Yuzuki in the slightest would know exactly what was going to happen here. She could almost feel the sea of students in the room part to avoid her path as she came upon the desks that were home to her sweets. An evil glare took her red eyes as she watched her victim. Crime called for punishment, after all. "You gluttonous fool! Have you no shame for your sins?"

Her voice seemed to boom down throughout the room as her eyes were fixated upon the blonde eating all of the cookies. Had she not just gotten done telling Milo to share? The same rule should apply to her. She brought the ladle down hard on the desk just in front of the blonde, standing directly above the other girl, letting it ring out loud. She cared none for the vibrations that traveled up her arm as a result as she made sure that this one would pay. "Well, have you nothing to say for yourself, criminal?" It was probably a bad thing that her priority was more upon this girl taking up all the sweets than warning the president that her plans may not be the best idea... but her priorities were her own. And hell hath no fury like this baker when she was angry.

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Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka

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-----Ayame listened to the club Pres. insane ramblings as she devoured the cookies, even then it has been just fragments of what was actually being said. Something about "Holy Grail War", "The Legend of the Seven Warriors from Hell", "Phantoms", and other things as crazy as that. Though, it did sound quite interesting from the little bits and pieces of the conversation she was getting. Although she never experienced anything that would be considered paranormal, she still did believe such things existed. It was one of the very reasons that she decided the Occult & Horror Club.

-----She wasn't even aware that someone was approaching her until she felt the vibrations of the ladle hitting the desk. She looked up and she: saw a black haired female towering over here. Well, not truly towering over here, as there was only a three inch height difference between, thought it felt as if she was towering over Ayame. "You gluttonous fool! Have you no shame for your sins?". 'Well, if I'm doing such a thing now, of course I don't.' is what she wanted to say, her more dismal side raising its ugly head, but she kept the thought to herself to keep the situation from worsening. "Well, have you nothing to say for yourself, criminal?"She continued to eat the cookies in front of her.

-----"Actually, I do have something to say for myself. I, sincerely....do not regret my life decisions!" And with that said, she turned around and made a b-line for the open window near the center of the room. Ayame went into a full out sprint, weaving past the obstacles in her path. She knew full well that they were on the third story of the school building, but that didn't faze her. Once she reached the window sill, she used her left foot to push off of and gracefully jumped out the window, into the pouring rain and plummeting towards the ground.

-----She felt no remorse. This girl was playing Yuzuki for a fool and she would not have it. She raised her ladle to give her a good clonk on the head, only to find the girl made a break for it. With a snarl, she brandished her ladle one more time and made a run right after the girl. "Ungrateful brat. I'll teach you some manners!" She called as she ran, hopping atop one of the desks and hopping fearlessly out the same window that the blonde girl had jumped out of not a moment before. Being a Magus required, to some extent, being sound in one's body as well as in magic. And when her mind was set to something, she would go to near any lengths to get what she wanted. Today, in this moment, she wanted to punish this girl for her misbehavior.

-----Her ladle proved to be a handy tool in getting down. She knew how to use this thing for more than just soups. With the wetness outside, it would be hard for just her hands to keep a grip. As she fell to the second-story window, her free hand and her ladle both reached for the windowsill there. Lucky for her, despite the fact that her hand slipped, her ladle held on just long enough for her to stabilize her grip. The other girl had just hit the ground by the time Yuzuki reached the window. Looking down, Yuzuki spotted the girl roll when she hit the ground, definitely softening what would have been a leg-shattering drop. Scoffing at the blonde, Yuzuki paid no attention to the rain as she kept her focus on the runaway.

-----Dropping to the first story and kicking off the windowsill, she landed on the wet grass. The fall hurt just a little bit, but she had kept herself fairly safe during the fall. Unfortunately the cost of that was letting the other girl get a head start. She was fast, that much was for certain. Even after a fall like that, she was still almost in a full sprint. Losing here was no option for Yuzuki, and this was shown in how she took off in a full sprint. The other girl was definitely faster and probably had more stamina to boot. Yuzuki was really damning herself right now for not kicking the smokes years ago when she started... Yet, at the same time, she really wanted one now. "Stop now, blondie! Surrender now and I can still show you some mercy!" She shouted after the cookie glutton. "But keep up this chase, and I swear, you will see the gates of Hell open before you!" Her voice held back none. She was ready to pursue this girl to the ends of the earth. But for her own sake, she was hoping this threat would get her to at least slow down...

-----She heard a soft thump as her pursuer landed below the window, the one that she had just recently jumped out of. Though Ayame was still ahead, in fact, she was managing to put some distance between the two. Possibly she would relent and decide to go back to the club room and Ayame could just sneak in at a later time. But from the looks of it, she wasn't going to be giving up. Once she shouted her threat, she did consider stopping, she also considered the rumor's that she had heard about the girls ladle, and she wasn't willing to take that big of a risk. She continued at her pace, though she had involuntarily slowed down.

-----She was nearly soaked to the bone in rain, though the thought had just occurred that she may get a cold if she stayed out in the rain for any longer. She took a glance behind her and saw that her pursuer still was a ways away from her. With a short burst of strength, she put a little more distance between them before she gradually slowed down until she came to a stop. She was almost out of breath, though she could possibly keep running if she wished to.

-----It appeared to Yuzuki that this girl was a complete idiot. Even after being issued a threat like that she persisted in running away. But for the sake of the club's festivities, Yuzuki decided to wait another minute to let her stop. After that, there would be no mercy to be found. For the time being, all she could really do was continue to pursue and attempt to forget that her breath was getting harder and harder in this rain. The weather didn't seem to bother her any, despite also being drenched right through her clothing. Her grip on her ladle was solid as it had ever been as she tried to bring herself closer and closer to her target.

-----She had only barely managed to keep her target in her eyes the whole while. But eventually, far past the one-minute mark, she found the blonde stopped and searching for breath. She definitely had time to catch a little bit by the time Yuzuki caught up to her. Stopping but three feet before her, the baker's exhaustion caught up to her. She took a knee and raised her ladle up. "S... Stop right... There!" Her breathing was exasperated, making no effort to show that she was growing tired. "You dumbass... Just... Go... Back to the club room." She didn't look like she was about to chase any further through the cold rain.

Collab Between
~Voxel & Senpai~

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto

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'Extra Player Theory?!' The mere mention of these words stirred Troph from any half-awoken state he might have been in at the time. However, as Haruka delved more into the context of the Theory, Troph's train of thought quickly succumbed to confusion.

Content with Haruka's answer, albeit a little confused because of her complicated theories, Troph nodded. Having no further questions, he was ready to begin the ritual once everyone else was situated.


"WAIT! If you fall from this height, who knows how much fall damage you'll sustain!" Troph called out, reaching for Ayame and Yuzuki who were both already out the window.

Upon realizing he was too late to stop them, Troph leaned against the window sil in defeat.

"Uwah~ Mama gets so serious when it comes to her cooking." Troph commented in a state of false bliss, enjoying the view of their 'game of tag'.(Huehuehuehuehue~)

All in all Troph was ready to get this show on the road. Retreating from the window sill, he stepped onto the chalk circle, while grabbing an extra cookie or two along the way.

"Ready when you are, kaichou."


Ryusuke was skeptical with Haruka's explanation. There was simply no fact or reason to it. While those two words rarely applied to the supernatural, Ryusuke refused to pile his hopes on wishful thinking.

'Hope it works? You're not serious, are you?'

Despite his thoughts on the situation, Ryusuke reluctantly made his way over to the chalk circle and awaited whatever was to come of this so-called ritual.

As he waited for the others, his mind slipped over to his brother.

'That's kinda weird. Sin is usually already here by now. Don't tell me he forgot where the clubroom is again...' Ryusuke thought, a tinge of worry affixed upon his naturally scowling face.

'Whatever... It's not like he's a kid anymore. He can take care of his own problems.'

Dismissing his earlier doubts and worries, Ryusuke crossed his arms, becoming more impatient with each second he had to wait.

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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.



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.



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.


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.


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.

School BuildingPark

The setting changes from homurahara-occult-and-horror-clubroom to Park


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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph

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Troph chuckled at Haruka and Justin's little display before the ritual began. It was a light-heartening scene to say the least. The calm before the storm. The storm itself came crashing down harder than the strongest of waves.

Troph's momentary amusement was quickly dispelled as the dark tension from earlier returned to the room. Although Troph had managed to avoid it earlier by keeping his mind focused on his game and the arrival of his fellow club mates, he now found it somewhat difficult to ignore.

'H-holy shit, Kaichou... You've really stepped up the difficulty level...' Troph thought as Haruka finished the incantation. Up until then, he had failed to accumulate an individual thought, completely entranced by Haruka's sermon. He hated to admit it, but the atmosphere slightly unnerved him.

As he paused to take a calming breath, his moment of tranquility was interrupted by the panicked exclamation of his vice president.


Troph's eye shot open, as he found himself unable to move, speak, or even breath. As if all control had left his body. Hopelessly, Troph stared in utter horror as an entity loomed over Haruka, threatening to strike at any moment.

'Fuck... Don't tell me this is one of those boss fights, where you're supposed to lo-' Before Troph could even process the rest of his thought, unimaginable pain shot through every crevice in his being.

He wanted to die; he wanted to cry out. Both options were denied to him at this point. All he could do was hopelessly wait as every cell in his body was dismantled and burned away into nothingness. For what seemed like an eternity, Troph felt that he knew what true agony felt like. But it was only a taste, as within a few seconds the pain subsided, along with Troph's vision.

But not before a shade of scarlet flew through the damp air, along with half of his vice president's body. And then... Black.


Nothing but the sound of incoherent mumbling could be heard, as the darkness threatened to dissipate, leaving Troph in the middle of a horrific reality. Troph was not only conscious, but alert.

The memory of Justin's death still fresh in his mind. One might think something of even that nature would subside after experiencing the excruciating pain Troph and no doubt his fellow classmates had endured. But Troph refused to let it go. As if that scene was the one thing currently holding him to reality.

Cautiously opening a single eye, Troph scanned the area above him. To his surprise, he was met not with a ceiling or even the shadowy face of their attacker. What he saw puzzled him to no end.


[Ability Activated: Gamer's Mind] A passive ability that allows Troph to stay completely calm in any situation and think things clearly, like that of a video game character. This allows him to mentally adapt to almost any situation.


'Sky?' Deciding now wasn't the time to be taking a nap, Troph rose up with a jerk, taking in his surroundings as quickly as he could. Realizing that he was no longer in the classroom, he didn't feel like he was in any immediate danger.

Nothing but a thin sheet of white mist. Upon further inspection, he noticed a small building within a short walking distance away. Beyond it, the fog was much too deep for Troph to make anything out. Other than a bridge and load of trees, there wasn't much else to see.

Although, he was already aware of the other's presence, Troph figured it was better to see if their current position was safe before checking on the wellbeing of his comrades.

With a calm face, Troph moves over to Varren and shakes his shoulder. "Oi, Hawkeye. Don't shoot me in the face or anything. You seem more like the type to wake up shooting rather than swinging... I won't accept any friendly fire." Before checking on the others, he wanted to make sure the guy with the gun was keeping watch.

The setting changes from park to Homurahara Occult and Horror Clubroom

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph

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"If a sacrifice is necessary, Ayame would do," Maina thought to herself as she watched the blonde girl down more cookies than one could count. It was somewhat amazing how someone with such a slim figure could possibly eat so much, but the little red-head, Milo, was capable of eating just as much, only not in such a timely fashion. Ayame's gluttonous behavior quickly triggered a reaction from the baker of the Horror Club, and within moments the two were leaping out a window. This was the sort of activity that gave the club it's unique reputation, but it also made it more entertaining.

It wasn't long before their just leader was ready to begin, the shenanigans caused by Ayame barely making a dent in Haruka's plans. As they gathered around in a circle, the two club members who'd leaped form the window returning and looking rather soaked from the rain, there was an odd feeling slowly building up in Main's chest. She couldn't quite figure out what the feeling was, and chose to ignore it as best she could. If she'd been aware of the events that would take place as soon as the passage was finished being read, perhaps she would've changed her mind about participating in this activity, but how could any of them know that a tragedy was soon to take place? Every other activity that Haruka would throw at them only ended in mischievous fun, but it seemed their president had dug a little too deep this time.

Maina's eyes may have been the first to lay upon the shadow that Haruka had likely summoned before Justin pointed it out. Normally, Maina would instantly shift into a fighting stance and ready herself for danger, but as the circle drawn on the floor began to glow a fierce red, she found she'd lost all control of her body. The feeling that had been itching at her only seconds ago made sense to her now as she struggled to move even an inch, but it only took a second for her to forget about the restraint put on her muscles as Justin was sliced in two. The only thought running through her head now was whether the shadow would kill them all now, or if Justin was a mere sacrifice for the start of something more sinister.

She clenched her teeth, the only movement she was capable of preforming at this point, as pain shot through her entire body. It seemed like it would last for hours, but as darkness engulfed her, she suddenly felt like her body no longer existed. The sounds of her classmates blurred and vanished until there was nothing left.

* * *

"Oi, Hawke....wake up shooting rather than swinging..."

Dark lashes quivered gently as Maina's consciousness began to restore itself. She could hear a familiar voice, albeit faint, and her skin felt somewhat damp as if the air around her was heavy with liquid. Her eyes opened and she stared at the dark sky for a moment, moving her fingers and toes to make sure the numbness she had felt before had left her. Thankfully, she could move again, and the forced herself to move into a sitting position.

"I won't accept any friendly fire."

That was Troph's voice. She turned her head in the direction the sound came from, making out two shapes that looked to be Varren, still unconscious, and the fedora wearing gamer that was trying to shake Varren awake. Maina picked herself up off the ground and brushed off her skirt, strands of grass falling around her feet as she did so. Taking another moment to examine her surroundings, she could see the body of Shizuka laying on the ground only a few feet from where Maina was. The older girl seemed unharmed, which gave Maina a sense of relief, and would likely wake up soon as well. Maina decided she would make her way over to Troph first, since they were the only two conscious at the moment, to let him know that she had come to.

"It's apparent that we're outside, but this place isn't familiar to me." She stopped beside Troph, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. She could barely make out the shapes in the distance, but felt no need to activate her hawk eyes. Not at this moment, at least. They'd be exploring the area soon enough, anyway.

"Troph-san, do you have a marker on you by chance? Preferably a permanent one," she said as she knelt down beside him, resting her eyes on Varren's face as she spoke.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph

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#, as written by Jedly
Well. That happened.

Varren had to gulp down the urge to break into laughter when Troph’s unrelated mother chased another club member, Ayame, out of the window. They both had the ability to defy the laws of gravity, and gracefully landed on the ground three floors below them. After things settled down, and the crook and her corresponding cop returned to the clubroom, Haruka got the show on the road. The young man hadn’t expected to bear spectacle to what he saw. The display the president put on was definitely breath-taking. But by no means was it in a good way. Throughout the duration of the experience, Yinyues was attempting to piece together the order of events.

First, a rhythmic chanting narrated flawlessly. It was like many which had been performed by the club in past years, but they never turned up with any results. Once the reciting had ceased, only the ordinary ambience filled the classroom. It was no other than Justin who broke the silence, Varren swiftly traced his line of sight to the shrouded figure creeping behind their president. Next, the friend who he was just teasing a few minutes prior was hastily killed off, words still attempting to leave his throat as he was sliced in half. The young man could barely keep his eyes open under the immense pain and pressure. His gaze shot to his closer friend mates, seeing them in the same state of unrest. Before he knew it, the student had succumb to the overbearing feeling. His body was completely frozen in place and was unable to move even a centimeter. It felt like he was being constricted, strangled by the effects of the cantation. And then, the student’s ability to retain consciousness faltered. Varren’s eyes were forced shut, and his mind fell into a void of darkness.

”Come on, open damn it. What, did you forget to work out your eyelids? ...Actually, I really need to get into working out. I think I’ve gained a few pounds rece- No. Varren, keep your head on a swivel. First, assess what you have at your disposal. Four out of five senses are operational. Use them.” The young man gritted his teeth as he began to regain his sense of touch and smell. Whatever surface his back was resting on, it was damp. He didn’t wet himself, right? It’d be even worse if somebody else took a leak on him. But given the heat and lack of smell, such a claim was crossed out. So it was just ordinary dew, accompanied by a chilly climate and heavy atmosphere. His fingers began to tingle and slowly wrapped themselves around blades of grass. [i]”Forest. Outdoors. Troph-san’s worst nightmare. If he’s here right now, I’m sure his heart will break if there isn’t any WiFi nearby.” The hairs on the back of his neck brushed up again the cool terrain. The feeling helped to spur his mind, but only by a little. Soon enough, his ability to hear returned.


”He knows I fairly disliked that movie. Hawkeye would never kneel before a deity. He’d shoot an arrow at his knee.” Varren began to regulate his own breathing, then felt himself suddenly thrashed around by Troph’s incessant shaking. [i]”I swear, if this guy was an EMS. He would shake the patient to death, and accidently bash their brains in. Something along those lines. Alright, back to gaining control of feeling. Joints are a little… stiff. Kinda sore, actually. Not even sure if I really want to wake up now. I mean, the ground is pretty comfortable. But I do have to find out what happened to Justin, Pres, and everybody else in the club. Although, that could wait until lat-” His ears picked up the sounds of approaching footsteps, another individual leaned over Varren.

”..."Troph-san, do you have a marker on you by chance? Preferably a permanent one.”

And with that uttered, Varren’s self-defense system enacted protocol. It quickly switched into gear, prioritizing adrenaline supplementation over other bodily processes. His eyes flung open and were instantly fixated on the white-haired student, Maina. He furrowed his brow and jutted a finger at the girl, ”I swear on whatever deity that cold heart of yours puts faith into, if you attempt to even draw on par with Leonardo, it’s gonna hit the fan. And by it, I mean Yotsuki-san’s cooking. Wouldn’t want to throw away gifted creations, now would we?” He sat forward and let out a sigh, taking in the surrounding setting. His presumptions were correct; they were indeed inside of a forest of sorts. Clouds of mist floated around them, obstructing any farsighted vision. He was barely able to make out the structure of a building to their six o’ clock, but its decals were blurred out by the fog.

Varren fixed his jacket and tie, then looked up at his fellow classmates. ”I guess your adoptive mother is still asleep, Troph-san? I thought I would’ve been the first to wake up. Could’ve teased you all about your sleeping faces. You’ve seen mine one time too many. He stretched out then helped himself onto his feet. ”Well, let’s wake up Yotsuki-san, then proceed to that house over there. Might be some resources, and some clues as to where we are. I would like to find out how we got here, but establishing means of prolonging our survival is more important.”

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Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph

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Just as you all begin to head make your way to safety, a fleshy harmony resonates through the air. Slowly turning back towards the river, you spot several figures emerging from the mist towards the group. The things that emerge, while baring a resemblance to humans, reside far from the domain of man. Each of them is practically featureless, with dull, grey, scaly skin similar to that of a reptile. All of their digits go down to a razor-sharp point to complement the shark-like teeth jetting from their gaping maws while each one of their dragging steps creates a noises similar to meat slapping against a board.


Their attention doesn't appear to be that focused; however, you get the feeling that they are all aware of your presence. And while their advance is slow, you figure it's only a matter of time before they make it to where you are.

[Encountered Cadaver x10]


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AGI (5)


Encountering Monsters
Oh~? It seems like you've finally met one of the many lovely beast which occupy this glorious garden. Well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you this, but... I wouldn't count on them being friendly~ So, naturally, as prey standing before it's predator, you have two choices: fight or run. However, bear in mind since you've never encountered a creature such as this, you have no idea what it's capabilities are. Of course this can be remedied by simply engaging the threat, but whether or not you can stand to do that... I'm not telling~

Live or die. Kill or be killed. The choice is yours, my precious rats~

Running Away
Mice are so good are running, don't you think~? But you know, it is basic instinct to run away from that which oppresses you. Fear, trauma, the past, love, responsibility, it makes no difference. All that matters is that you get by, right~?

To run away from enemies, you simply have to have higher Agility than them.

Kill to Live
A macabre buffet~ A banquet of carnage~ A waltz of savagery~ Fighting... it's such a simplistically beautiful thing. It just goes to show you how the world's most trivial of delicacies and bear such profound complexities. Though I suppose you truly have to experience it...

To fight, first insure that your Agility is higher than your target's Evasion. If it is, you hit and the difference between your attacking stat and their defensive stat is taken off of the opponent's HP. Of course, there are several ways to overcome this system; however, we will leave those for a later time.

As you are unaware of an enemy's stats at first, you will have to rely on the GM to perform calculations. However, as stats become readily available, feel free to do them yourselves.

The setting changes from park to Homurahara Occult and Horror Clubroom

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph

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Troph began to get agitated as his attempt to rouse the hibernating Varren seemed fruitless.

It wasn't until a voice spoke out, that Troph gave up. With a startled jump, Troph turned back to see Maina making her way over to him and Troph.

'Well that saves me the trouble of waking every one of these lazy bums up.' Troph thought, as he stood up to meet her.

"Yeah. This place is pretty weird. Its almost as if we were sucked to another world." Troph stated nonchalantly, once again taking another glance at the building atop the hill. If there were answers to be found, that was definitely a good place to start.

'Jeez. If we got sucked into a manga, it should have been a Shonen one. With those beautiful girls and manly men screaming about friendship and all. But no. Survival Horror it is.'

To Troph's annoyance, his childish thoughts were interrupted by a question from the newly awakened Maina.

"Troph-san, do you have a marker on you by chance? Preferably a permanent one."

Troph stared at Maina with a blank expression for several seconds, before finally acknowledging what she was getting at. The mischievous glare in her eye diminished any mystery there was to be found in her question.

"What do you know? It just so happens that-... Ara?" Troph began to reach into his pocket confidently, only to pull it out in surprise. Upon opening his concealed fist, Troph's palm withheld a single portable charger.

"Huh. That's strange. I must have grabbed my charger instead of the sharpie..." Troph explained, while rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly.

Troph hadn't been the least bit surprised when Varren awoke, no doubt on high alert.

'It seems that he still remembers...' Troph's face paled at the memory of Varren's rage-infused torture, once he found out that Troph had been the one egging Maina on with their little prank.

"Adopted mother? You mean Yotsuki-chan, right?" Troph looked over to the unconscious baker with a tinge of worry. While Troph had forced the embarrassing nickname on her, he usually only referred to Yuzuki as "Mama" when he was speaking to her directly.

Kneeling next to her, he gave Yuzuki a couple of light slaps on the cheek.

"Mama. Varren is bullying me again. Wake up and nail him with your ladle." Troph stated in an almost monotonous voice.

It was then that a sudden tension inhabited the air. It felt similar to the way the shadow from earlier did. Oppressing and deadly. Taking a look back, Troph tilted his head to the side in disbelief.

"What are those things? Fishmen? Murlocs? These must be the basic mob creatures for this area." Troph speculated, while reaching for a switchblade that was strapped to his belt. Flicking it out and holding in the general direction of the sickening creatures, Troph readied himself for whatever action the group chose to take. Whether it be fight or flight, Troph was ready.

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: 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*