Persona III: Memento Mori

Persona III: Memento Mori

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Let your Persona guide you into the darkness with open eyes and open hearts united. Don't be persuaded easily by despair; save all you know...while the chance is at least slight.

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Introduction

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Memento mori - "Remember you will die." Remember that you are mortal, that you possess your limitations, that you are a fool. How ever do you expect to defeat the gods?


NOTE: This roleplay is open to everyone! Even if you haven't played a Persona game, we will make sure to accompany and assist you with answers. Reference is located here.

As of 5/25/2010, IC is in session, and we will not be accepting new S.E.E.S. recruits. Your character may join S.E.E.S. at a later time, but cannot start as a member.

Index
1. Overview
2. Plot
3. Background Information
-Persona
-Evoker
-Arcana
-The Potential
-Apathy Syndrome
-Kirijo Group
4. Setting
5. Persona Abilities
6. List of Arcana
7. Character Skeleton



1. Overview
In Memento Mori, players assume the role of students by day, Shadow hunters by night. Until that fated hour strikes, their lives are normal, even mundane for some; attending high school and learning the ways of responsibilities are given high priority, and things, for the most part, are rather unremarkable. And then midnight approaches…

“What if I told you that there are twenty-five hours in a day?”

Enter the Dark Hour, a period between twelve A.M. and one A.M. During the Dark Hour, the outside world is totally altered, mostly with respect to atmosphere and color. The buildings, the night sky, as well as the moon would assume a sickly green hue, while bodies of water turn crimson. Puddles akin to blood pools will form on random surfaces as well, and all electrical appliances will cease to function. Normal humans will transmogrify into coffins and become oblivious to what is happening. Shadows become active during the Dark Hour and will attempt to lure humans out of their coffins in order to feed on their psyches, turning them into one of the Lost. If an ordinary human survives the Dark Hour without being attacked by a shadow, their memories would be erased instead.

The hub of these malicious creatures has been dubbed Elysium (after the Elysium Fields, another mythological location akin to Tartarus). Elysium, like the Pantheon of gods, has been tainted and warped. Revealing itself when the world turns green, it appears in the center and perimeters of the island, a living, thriving specter. It is said to be the stairs of Olympus, a labyrinthine tower that shifts with each waking moment. As Persona users of S.E.E.S. (The Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad), it is our duty to explore Elysium at whatever cost, to locate and destroy the God Shadows on the full moon, and to prevent the spread of chaos. In addition to this, a rival group has surfaced in the midst of this crisis—they are known as Strega, and their Personae are summoned artificially. The motives that drive their actions remain unclear.


2. Plot
Coast Island is the sister isle of Port Island; though it may seem as if the islands are dissimilar to each other, they are connected in many ways and more ways than people know. The Kirijo Group had a back up island, saving and replicating the data and information that they found out about the Dark Hour, Shadows, and The Mother of Shadows here also. Yet more experimentation happened here—the manipulation of life, for instance. Horrible things are being constantly birthed in the Dark Hour, and the inference that the Dark Hour is the key to immortal life is more than plausible. Upon the interruption of the experiment at Port Island, and the separation of Death into thirteen different shadows that were present on Port Island, Coast Island was plagued problems as well. The Shadows there became stronger and found ways to spread through the island. Here, they awaited the Fall.

Though a Persona wielder who held the Wild Card defeated Nyx and saved the world, the Dark Hour still persisted. Business was not finished. Destroying Nyx did save the world, but it altered reality. For if the Dark Hour was never present, wouldn't The Fall take place? With no one to stop its course? Killing Nyx created an unbalance in time, bringing forth a new, corrupted threat: Zeus, the King of Gods, authority of life.

Just as death has its ups and its downs, the same applies to life. Breathing life into something is not easy, but awakening a god who isn't the most benevolent one is not simple to deal with. Zeus plans on finishing what should have been finished—The Fall. When you can give something life, you can take it away as well.

Zeus summoned others to aid him in the destruction of humanity. Apathy Syndrome has returned after everyone insisted it had been permanently cured. But as Zeus orders one of his comrades to Earth, Apathy Syndrome grows worse during the day. The only few who can stop history from repeating itself are the Persona users...A loyal visitor has come to aid them, Thanatos, the God of Death, who prevented the last devastating event. How do you kill a God? With the assistance of the God of Death...

Every full moon a new god is summoned to earth to wreak havoc during the Dark Hour...

Upon the defeat of every God draws the Persona users closer to the head man in charge...But it also brings them that much closer to the said day the The Fall is destined to happen.


3. Background Information
What is a Persona?- A Persona (plural: Personae) is a manifestation of a person's personality, referred to as a "mask" for an individual to use to face hardship. A Persona is similar to a Shadow. Shadows are malevolent manifestations of one's inner thoughts, while a Persona is a manifestation of the same feelings but tamed and trained. If an individual takes up a resolution in his or her heart, the Persona will undergo a metamorphosis into a stronger form. In order to summon a Persona, one must use an Evoker, though there are some cases where an Evoker is not required for summoning. A Persona can actually be artificially created, but because the Persona does not come naturally to its artificial user, it becomes violent and difficult to control; if the Persona-user isn't strong enough to hold back the Persona, it may even wind up killing the host. Artificial Personae can be suppressed by certain drugs, aptly named Suppressants, but use of the drugs causes fatal side-effects. Take note that we will be using original Personae for this game.

Only those with the potential to invoke a Persona are able to stay fully active during the Dark Hour and resist Shadow attacks; even if they sleep, their bodies will not transform into coffins, and they will retain their memories. A known side effect of people able to experience the phenomena is a significant decrease in stamina; the longer they stay awake, the quicker they will become tired.

Those who have this power to invoke a Persona are the only ones who can destroy the Shadows. Their Persona is their alter ego or their inner self.

Evoker – The Evoker is an instrument utilized to summon a Persona. It is shaped similarly to a gun, and the user must shoot himself in the head for the creature to be withdrawn. Think of this as suicidal Pokemon.

Arcana – The Arcana are the various classes of Tarot cards that categorize Personae. Each Arcana has a set magical element, and from that element, the opposite element is the said weakness. Not only does this pertain to us as Persona wielders, but also to Shadows as well. A list of them is located below. When choosing Arcana, it is possible to base your character on the traits associated with that class, though it is not necessary. For Personae, however, the rule applies.

Shadows - They are born from humans and carry with them human emotions, which are mostly negative. Strong-willed Shadows attract lesser Shadows, which later create stronger Shadows. Occasionally, a human will not transmogrify into a coffin, and will quickly become prey of the Shadows, having their minds devoured and becoming vegetative. Only those with Persona, even if they can't be successfully summoned, are immune to this effect and function normally during the Dark Hour.

The Potential – The ability to call forth a Persona. Before it is revealed, it is typically dormant within a user for quite some time. Freshmen students in the roleplay who are newly enrolled in S.E.E.S. will quickly have the opportunity to unleash their Potential.

Apathy Syndrome - a mysterious condition that affects students and residents of Coast Island. Those suffering from the syndrome suffer from debilitating level of apathy. When it strikes the inflicted will collapse in a heap where ever they happen to be and become unable to move, feed, or care for themselves. The number of cases grow in correlation with the approach of the full moon, when a Shadow makes an appearance somewhere in the city. The cases quickly decrease each time a Shadow is defeated, only to slowly rise again as the next full moon approaches.

Kirijo Group - Before the occurrence of the Dark Hour ten years ago, the Kirijo Group discovered the existence of Shadows. Upon realizing that they had the property to manipulate time and space, the group decided to perform experiments on them to refine and acquire their powers. Their project was carried out in the man-made Port Island, where a laboratory was built for such a purpose. During the course of conducting the research, the Kirijo Group collected Shadows en masse and found out the prophecy of The Fall, or the end of the world. Accepting Death as deliverance and following the wishes of their employer, the senior scientists began rejuvenating Death, the appraiser of Nyx to descend on humanity to bring about the advent of The Fall.

During the final stages of Death's rejuvenation however, one senior researcher named Eiichiro Takeba opposed the efforts to initiate the The Fall, interrupting the experiment. As a result, Death was forcefully separated into thirteen distinct Shadows, each bearing their respective arcana, with the thirteenth shadow, Death in an incomplete state.

The fragmented Shadows went berserk, destroying the lab and everyone within it. This in turn, made a significant impact on the time continuum, creating the Dark Hour. A tower soon emerged from the ruins of the lab. This was Tartarus, considered as the lair of shadows.


4. Setting
Near-future Coast Island, considering its size, is a fairly popular tourist resort, with a small, thriving economy and a prestigious educational system. Nakano High School is the focus for our heroes. Here, we will reside together in a spacious dormitory exclusively meant for S.E.E.S. members. The dormitory has four floors: The first is a lounge and social area; the second is where the boys stay; and the third is reserved for girls, while the fourth is where group meetings are held to discuss the status of Shadow progression. Elysium always appears nearby.

Nakano features a plethora of extracurricular clubs, including an art club, kendo club, swim team, track team, theatre troupe, and student council. School blocks are divided into morning classes, followed by a free lunch period, an afternoon schedule, and the after school period, which will be given more interest (similarly to the game). The most commonly trekked areas around the island are the local mall, the park, the shrine, the beach, and the subway station, which will be officially named...soon enough. They are free to visit before you return to the dorm; your curfew, of course, is midnight.


5. Persona Abilities
Each Persona may be affiliated with two elements with one skill for each accordingly. To balance this out, the Persona also requires a weakness.

Cleave (Slash) – Inflicts a small amount of Slash damage to one enemy
Bash (Strike) – See Cleave. The same applies.
Double Fangs (Pierce) – Hits twice for a small amount of Pierce damage.
Agi (Fire) – See above.
Bufu (Ice) – See above.
Zio (Electricity) – See above.
Garu (Wind) – See above.
Hama (Light) - %25 chance of instantly killing an enemy
Mudo (Dark) – See Hama
Patra (Recovery) – Recovers one ally from Distress, Panic, and Fear
Tarunda (Enhance) – Lowers one foe’s attack power for a brief amount of time
There are hundreds of more powerful skills available, but they will be used as our characters grow stronger. A full list is located here.

6. List of Arcana


0 - The Fool - Hiro Setsumi (akito)
The Fool is the spirit in search of experience. He represents the mystical cleverness bereft of reason within us, the childlike ability to tune into the inner workings of the world. Associated with Hermes.

I - The Magician
A figure with the face of the divine Apollo, the sun god, with a confident smile and shining eyes. Above his head is the mysterious sign of the Holy Spirit, the sign of life, like an endless cord, forming the lemniscates of infinity. Associated with Apollo.

II - The Priestess
The Priestess signifies knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know in order to make an important decision. Associated with Hera.

III - The Empress - Kimiko Murakami (Lady Ethereal)
The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. She sits on a throne wearing a starry crown, holding a scepter in one hand. The scepter is representative of her power over life, her crown has 12 stars representing her dominance over the year, and her throne is in the midst of a field of grain, representative of her dominion over growing things. Associated with Demeter.

IV - The Emperor - Kaito Murakami (Maestro)
Like an infant, he is filled with enthusiasm, energy, aggression. He is direct, guileless and all too often irresistible. Unfortunately, like a baby he can also be a tyrant. Impatient, demanding, controlling. In the best of circumstances, he signifies the leader that everyone wants to follow. Associated with Poseidon.

V - The Hierophant - Steven Earnhardt (blockcoder)
He strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist. Associated with Cronos.

VI - The Lovers - Kumi (Victim)
Love is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the subject's life will have to be sacrificed. The choice to accept or deny this change should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting. Associated with Aphrodite.

VII - The Chariot
On its most basic level, it implies war, a struggle, and an eventual, hard-won victory. Either over enemies, obstacles, nature, the beasts inside you, or to just get what you want. The Chariot has two conflicted sides to it that want to go separate ways. Only by forcing them to go together can problems be solved. Associated with Pallas.

VIII - Justice - Saito Renbara (Azure Limit)
Justice is about cold, objective balance through reason or natural force. They will do whatever is necessary to bring things back into balance, physically, emotionally, socially, spiritually. Associated with Prometheus.

IX - The Hermit
The Hermit is a card of introspection and analysis. This is not a time for socializing; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. Nor is it a time for action, discussion or decisions. It is a time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent during this time of withdrawal. But such times lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity. Associated with Epimetheus

X - Fortune
The Fortune is all about luck, change, and fortune. Almost always good fortune. Almost every definition of this card indicates abundance, happiness, elevation, or luck. A change that just happens, and brings with it great joy. Associated with Pheobe.

XI - Strength
Strength is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion's hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden's steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. She proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. Those forces can be controlled and used to win a struggle. Associated with Athena.

XII - The Hanged Man Chouko Unmei (Hoo)
The Hanged Man is a card about suspension, not life or death. This is a time of trial or meditation, selflessness, sacrifice, prophecy. He stops resisting; instead he makes himself vulnerable, sacrifices his position or opposition, and in doing so, gains illumination. Answers that eluded him come clear, solutions to problems are found. He sees the world differently, has almost mystical insights. Associated with Penthus.

XIII - The Death - Ritsuka Kurosaki (Kaida)
Death is not necessarily always about dying. This is a card of humility, and it may indicate the subject as being brought low, but only so that they can then go higher than they ever have before. Associated with Thanatos.

XIV - Temperance - Yui Shitsue (ShatteredMind)
Temperance represents merging seemingly impossible opposites. Belief that fiery red and watery blue cannot be merged may be the only thing standing in the way of blending the two. Change the belief, measure out each with care, and you can create otherworldly violet. Associated with Hephaestus.

XV - The Devil - Ivory Steinbach (Karri Khaos)
The Devil is not really Satan at all. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. It can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate, or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. The Devil is about recognizing that you are only bound because you allow yourself to be. Associated with Hades.

XVI - Tower - Ayakou Sabumidori (Hoo)
The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. It sometimes takes a shocking revelation to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built. Associated with Ares.

XVII - The Star - Eiji Kuroda (Cantabile)
The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming. Associated with Astraois.

XVIII - The Moon - Mayari Ruriko (Azure Limit)
The Moon is about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. Associated with Selene.

XIX - The Sun - Aika Yukimura (Tæfarós)
A positive card, it promises days in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. It symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy. Associated with Hemera.

XX - The Judgment (Not playable)
Judgment is about rebirth, resurrection. There are wounds from the past that we never let heal, sins we've committed that we refuse to forgive, bad habits we haven't the courage to lose. Judgment advises us to finally face these, recognize that the past is past, and put them to rest, absolutely and irrevocably. Associated with Zeus.

XXI - The World (Not playable)
In the material world, this card's energy often manifests as a promotion to a higher position or an initiation to a new level of knowledge that was only dreamed of before. But this time of rejoicing and happiness, this peak of ecstasy, merely gives us a glimpse of the next mountain on the horizon. So once again you must step up to the cliff and leap off, ready to start a new Fool's journey and find what secrets lie in this new level of existence. The cycle of the Major Arcana begins where it ends and ends where it begins; start and finish are no longer the ends of straight line, but coincident points on the circumference of a circle that encapsulates your life. The present is now. The future is now. Eternity is now. Formerly associated with Nyx.


7. Character Skeleton
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[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] (16-19 for most of S.E.E.S., but there are exceptions allowed.)

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Orientation:[/b]

[b]Affiliation:[/b] (S.E.E.S., Strega, Other)

[b]Appearance:[/b] (Anime pictures allowed, but a description is mandatory.)

[b]Extracurricular Activity:[/b] (School elective(s))

[b]Personality:[/b] (A few sentences.)

[b]Hobbies:[/b] (What you like to do in your free time.)

[b]Dorm Room Description:[/b] (Customize your dorm! A tab for your room will be added once your character is stored.)

[b]Bio:[/b] (Optional, give a basic rundown of your life before now.)

[b]Weapon:[/b]

[b]Persona Name:[/b]

[b]Persona Appearance:[/b] (Describe this, too.)

[b]Persona Arcana:[/b]

[b]Skills:[/b] (Two elements, one weakness.)

[b]Theme song:[/b]


~Shin Megami Tensei, Persona, and related properties are copyright Atlus.

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1. Standard RPGateway rules apply. Plot twist!
2. I am your humble GM. Victim will be running things on the side; he developed ninety percent of this roleplay, so know him well and feed him cake.
3. No godmodding of any sort. Don’t make us want to reach through the screen and hurt you.
4. This is a literate roleplay. Grammar, punctuation, and spelling are your friends, and creativity is the weapon with which you wield them. That being said, there is no post requirement, but this is not an excuse to get sloppy with one-liners or deliver a novel-length post ridden with purple prose. Write what progresses the story; write what feels appropriate.
5. Given the nature of Persona, romance is definitely encouraged. Just be sure to keep within the guidelines of what’s allowed. Common sense is common sense.
6. For the sake of convenience, PM your profiles to us. Victim and I will let you know if you’re in.
7. Check these often! We may decide to alter these at any time.
8. Keep OOC out of IC.
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10. If you’ve read everything, write “Pursuing My True Self” at the top of your sheet.
11. Lastly, do have fun, and don’t forget to mingle with your fellow writers. Persona is about relationships, after all. :)

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"How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?" --Plato


August 21, 2010 - Dark Hour, Closing Minutes

The old man and the sea. They’d done some things, seen some things, but the relationship was parasitic at best—one benefited from the other, while on received little in return. And the sea was sifting through the motions once more, the wildlife alert and scattered within it, the waves churning and crashing as Elysium, in an uncanny likeness to fallen Atlantean pathos, fell prey to water.

He came to the docks on a nightly basis, that old man; the coffin, erected in the light of the sickly moon, was a testament to this, and she recalled his expression moments before the world was swathed in nightmares—the corner of his eyes had crinkled into a fatigued smile, the serenity laced in his features too ironic for the time. He was a victim. Wisdom presented itself frequently to him, though it had begun to wane as days passed, molded with age. There were instances where Aika, dismissing herself with a laugh, envied the ignorance of the nonliving folk, the ones who remained jovial from their blindness. She saw him breathe. She saw him live. And then, at this fated hour, he was gone.

Unseen and cowering, Poseidon bellowed his taunts from the depths of the abyss, but he was a persistent bastard (as many of his caliber proved to be), and the surviving few of his lesser servants crawled meekly ashore. Dark, tattered beasts lashed out at the idea of defeat. They were a trio of grotesque Shadows, their bodies doused in seaweed and their claws gnarled by sharks, and, as if they had been strewn out from the recesses of a mangrove, their lack of limbs signified their dissonance from this world, fumbling out to grasp for the sand. Behind them, the labyrinthine stronghold continued to fall as the result of its own rest; spires tinted in green and yellow hues convulsed beneath the morbid sky, which gave way to an amalgam of formations. There were the undersea life statues with their narwhalesque heads. There were the towers that jutted almost violently from glassless windows, battling for dominance. Two tridents, several prongs missing, stood guard at the lobby entrance where the team would halt, plan, and disperse into the unknown. Most notable was the marble white bridge, flecked by bloodstains, stretched across the ocean and beyond the horizon, supported by arched beams that appeared to crack beneath its own weight. She grinned. Said beams had been unscathed at the onset of the month. The signs of their progress were apparent now. Three days was all it would take to initiate the encounter, and she could only hope that her company’s training would pay off. They had traversed the halls of Elysium mere moments before, wearing them out and readying them for the evening’s retirement.

She crouched slightly when Shadow cries pierced the air. The three creatures made a hesitant advance toward her, and she reaffirmed her grip on the pole of the naginata, its curved blade glinting in the moonlight. Flicking her head at her companions, Aika gave a warning jab with her weapon, hissing through her teeth and widening her grin. Her S.E.E.S. armband showed proudly against them. Inner strength fueled the power in her stance; the alter ego was not seen, but it was surely present, reigning over her strike and her step. So great was this aura that one of the beasts quivered in response, turned, and dragged its limp girth back to the bloodied sea.

“They’re no fun anymore,” she said more to herself, her tone husky and dry. It was an odd truth. Their numbers might have increased, but with this abundance came retreaters—a comforting sign, sure, yet an alarming one as well. Three days. She looked skyward and grimaced; the moon was nearly complete.

She could not falter, however, and still two remained. With a dash, the bladed end met both creatures in one finishing swipe. The bridge collapsed as she struck; the clouds parted, revealing the off-color moon momentarily; and then the hour, too, dissolved into the sea, and for now, the world settled once more into feigned peace.

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The sky was slightly over cast as the wind pushed the clouds above forward. The off colored moon could be seen peeking out behind the occasional cloud. The area had an eerie silence for a moment that was broken by the sound of the wind traveling passed Ivory and the tree she sat in. The wind ruffled the long tail of her coat and flowed through her long purple hair, causing strands to fall out of the uniform fashion she normally wore it in. A few stray leaves ruffled and one or two came loose from the tree and dance in the eerie cold wind for a moment more and then the wind seemed to die again. One of the leaves landed in her lap. The leaf had an oddly dry feel, even for the current circumstances, and it crumble between her fingers as she picked it up.

"I have the ever unnerving feeling that something bad is coming. Perhaps..... perhaps I'm mistaken though," she said to seemingly herself. Her expression wasn't that of her usual covering smile but that off someone who is far off in mind at the moment. Her eyes had a questioning quizzical beauty to them as the moon reflected shades of green in her red gem-like eyes.

"... Yes, it's the calm before the storm. Nothing of enormous proportions has happened lately, only a few creatures causing minor issues here and there. Like every summer, the peace we enjoy and hold so dear must end," she mumbled. As she looked up at the moon a shadow moved in front of it, and seemed to be getting bigger signifying that it was making a dive.

"It seems that I've been spotted," she said with a sigh. She got up, crouched on the branch, and jumped back just as the creature made contact with it and drove it into the ground with its talons. She landed on the ground with a much lighter thud than that off the large creature, straightened herself out, and looked at the creature. It was still recovering from its land and looking to see if it had gotten its prey.

"Clumsy, dumb, and inexperienced, well I lucked out it's a baby probably on its first hunt so I should be able to handle this with minimal injury," Ivory thought as she examined the creature. Its wings were were large and bird like with skeletal points jutting out of the upper joint of both. It's body was still somewhat disproportionate to the wings in the way that it was still growing and seemed a bit small when compared to them. It had skeletal legs and talons that had points on the tips sharp enough that they seemed like they could rip through anything. It's whole body seemed like a demon bird, until you got to its neck up. It's neck was long and thin, like that of a snakes body covered in feathers, and was about two feet in length. the head was slightly wider and had two gleaming red eyes and no beak but a mouth filled with sharp teeth.

"A baby rook, I need to finish this before mommy rook shows up," she added to her thoughts as she wielded her spear and took a defensive stance. She looked around at her surroundings and got no relief. Asides from the mountain wall on her distant left she was in a wide open meadow with only the tree she was in earlier. Which meant if she wanted an advantage she'd have to stay right where she was. The rook lifted off the ground in an eased motion of moving its wings and flew forward at her. She dodged right just enough for it to fly passed her causing a strong wind to follow in its wake. She focused her energies for a moment and kept her eyes locked onto the rook, which was turning around, she mumbled incoherently and then a purple haze seemed to emit from the rook for a moment. The rook let out a surprised shriek and fell.

Tarunda, the spell of weakening attack. She had used it as more of a scare than anything, sure the weakened attack of a big large hungry creature was a plus but now it was slightly spooked from the feeling of the spell, no doubt it's first time feeling it. Ivory used this moment to jump to a near branch in the tree, she swung around and landed with her feet on a higher branch, "Looks like those gymnastics I used to take are paying off," she said with a slight relief. The rook drove upward towards her. Ivory jumped and landed on its back and, with one swift motion, drove her spear through the upper side of its head and out the bottom. It died instantly and fell to the ground. She got up and cleaned off the blood from her spear. "I'm sorry your life was so short lived little one," she said. She started to walk off deciding it to be the better choice and a few moments later her worst fear for the night came true.

She heard a deep roaring shriek and looked up to see, high in the sky, momma rook. Instantly Ivory began running and fell down to hit the ground as the adult rook flew just over her. It started to turn back around and she jumped to her feet making a run for the mountain wall again. "Where is it?" she mumbled as she ran. she smiled with relief and made a jump for a small crevice, just as momma rook flew by once again. The rook pounded at the mountain wall where the crevice was for a few moments then flew off. Ivory waited and looked out the opening as the light changed from an off green to a blue white glow. She climbed out to see the normal moon and sighed with relief. "Guess I should get back," she said putting her usual smiled on her face and walking off. It wasn't long before she got to her dorm room. She sneaked around quietly for a few minutes going to the girls bathing area to clean the dirt off her hands and knees where she had fallen many times. She the retired to her room and began to write in her diary.

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Morning

Hiro wakes up at exactly 5:00am every morning in the S.E.E.S. dormitories. Not 5:05am, or 4:55am. 5:00am, though admittedly sometimes he's off by one or two minutes. His room is on the second floor, which he chose to be close to the stairs and door in case of an emergency and really just to cut the time he has to spend descending each day. After opening his curtains, his morning ritual is to wash his face, brush his teeth and change into his jogging clothes and run for a minimum half hour. This usually takes him until precisely 5:40am, though ten minutes leeway is given if on his jog he encounters something curious.

After showering, he makes certain to eat breakfast every morning, normally nothing more than a bowl of cereal, a piece of toast and some juice. Then it's off to school at almost precisely 6:15am. Somewhat earlier than most students, but that's only due to having clubs to attend. Sometimes it's the archery club, sometimes it's the track and field and on rare occasions the Science club decides to meet early.

When school does finally start, Hiro attends diligently. His lunches are usually spent, well, eating; usually in the company of his friends and fellow S.E.E.S members Ivory and Aika. He enjoys their company and keeps a tally of which he likes more. Ivory is currently leading by two points. In truth, he does this with everyone. Though most acquaintances are on one, while strangers are automatically at zero. It's a highly efficient system.

Afternoon

After school, Hiro attends more clubs and skips other clubs. This might seem as though he is half hearted, but during the sessions he does attend; few put in as much effort as he does in the activity at hand. He is a firm believer in committing one's self when one is doing something and deciding later if one wants to continue with it.

Evening

Usually the sun has set by the time he gets back to the dormitories. At this time, sometimes he is the one who prepares dinner; putting to use the skills he learned in Home economics. His apron has a large heart on it, which others have repeatedly told him to change. Hiro sees no need to. After dinner, he spends some time studying, or in his case, merely reading. Information sticks to him like a roll of glue.

So, does everything seem perfectly normal so far? That's because they are. That's what Hiro's days are like and he neither hates nor likes it. It simply is his lot in his life and he accepts it as so. Just as he accepts what happens at night during the Dark Hour.

Dark Hour

Though not always, often times he and his fellow members gather and descend into Elysium together. They arm themselves and risk their lives while everyone else is blissfully unaware. Hiro himself dons his large round shield and grabs his spear; weapons he finds that, as proven by history, are highly effective against nigh every kind of adversary. However, his true weapon lies within the recesses of his mind; his persona. Odyssey is its name (Or is it merely the name he gave it? He is uncertain) and it takes the voyage with him through the Fields of Elysium.

They had gone far since they started and the Full Moon neared with each passing day. Tonight was noticeably less draining than before, the foes they had fought desperately before had become weak as they grew stronger. Yet, with each step, each level they took, an odd part of Hiro couldn't help but feel they were achieving less and less. It was an uncanny feeling that he could not shake, but gave no voice to.

The Shadow impaled beneath his spear writhed and all it took was a twist of his wrist to end its existence. Such brutality was natural to him now, these things were not human. No, he should not think that, for even if they were human (which some of them did resemble); it would not have changed anything. Hiro would have still killed them without changing facial expressions.

Hiro would stand back and watch as Aika and Ivory finished the remaining foes. The "Three Spear-heads of Cerberus,", it was a name Hiro affectionately used to refer to himself and his two friends. Like him, both girls wielded a polearm, though each one had their own styles of combat. Of the three of them, he believed Aika's style to be the most offensive, his the most defensive and Ivory fitting in a convenient middle. Sometimes, the three of them would go to Elysium alone. Fighting their foes while the others rested. It wasn't because they were individually stronger than the others (Had he to choose, Hiro would name Saito as the strongest single individual); it was because their teamwork made them greater than the sum of their parts.

He wondered if that teamwork would be enough in three days time. Only wondered, never hoped. Hiro did not hope, for he had none. After all, he merely considered himself a total of experiences. Little different from a computer program that daily had more information entered into it. As the darkness rescinded, the boy who was little more than a doll gave quiet thanks for another day of experiences. To whom? He did not know. Perhaps, perhaps to the Gods.

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A single man sat alone meditating in his room, making not a single sound, sitting solemnly. Had anyone looked in they would have thought him a statue. The room was adorned with artifacts of samurai past, a perfect setting for this man, Saito Renbara. He had been sitting in this perfectly still state for hours, waiting. Finally, the clock struck twelve, and his eyes opened, like a statue coming to life. The world around him became an eery shade of green, and a strange calming silence filled the air.

"So it is finally that time..." He stood up and grabbed his trusted weapon, his nodachi, a weapon that was incredibly difficult to weild, yet through his years of training Saito weilded it like an ordinary katana. When he was ready he left the building, entering the bright green streets. His eyes shifted left to right, scanning the coffins that filled the area. Inside them lay those who did not have the potential to witness the dark hour, those without the power of persona. Saito then looked up at the moon.

"That moon...It never changes. Beautiful yet ugly at the same time." He shook his head. He had no time to think about the past. He had come out tonight to investigate. "I had best get moving." Clinching his weapon he stepped forward into the night. Moments later he stopped as he felt a dark, familiar presence. "So, you have finally come for me..." As he finished his sentence six shadows formed around him. These black creatures which resembled a puddle of slime with a strange mask, moved in a circle around him. "Pathetic fools! Is this all you challenge me with? Then come and face me." Saito drew his sword and rushed forward, yet he didn't attack. He ran between two shadows and spun around. Using this momentum he slashed the two from their backs, slaying them. He then slid across the battlefield and slashed a shadow upward, only to leap up and and slash it back down. The creature also evaporated away. When he came down he turned with his left foot and stabbed backwards, through the mask of another shadow. Finally, he spun to the left, evading an attack and countering, slicing the shadow in half. Saito's movements were dance-like, elegent yet ferocious at the same time. He sheethed his nodachi and turned away. However, there was one shadow left, who lept to attack. Saito reached in his coat and grabbed a black gun-likle object: his Evoker. "Susano'o!" He said as he pulled the trigger, which caused the image of glass breaking around Saito. That glass formed into a man clad in white armor, weilding a sword very much like Saito's. "Hama!" Saito commanded, and with those words the man held his hand up, causing a flash of light to fill the shadow, killing it instantly. After the attack the man disappeared. "These fools are nothing in the face of Susano'o." Saito said. He then heard the sounds of combat nearby. He walked through an alley to see Aika fighting some shadows, in which she dispactched quickly.

"Hmph....Not bad. It seems that everyone is getting stronger." He said to himself. Nomally, he would investigate the Dark Hour on his own. It was not that he disliked his allies, it was just his way of fighting. He was not as foolish however to not accept help when needed, as he would also help them when they needed it as well. He may act calm and collected, but on the inside he cares for the fellow members of S.E.E.S., seeing as they are the closest thing he has as a family anymore. Saito smirked as time returned to normal, the sky becoming dark blue.

"Well, it is time I head back." He said, as he turned and headed back to the dorms.

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Yui tilted her head to a side watching with interest a coffin in the middle of the street Coast Island sure was different from her home, apparently in this place it was normal that in nights the whole place became full of blood, coffins, the air would look greenish and all the electronic things would stop working... whatever was happening the nights making all go in silence was more entertaining than the events during the days, and to think that all was discovered by chance.

The day Yui was introduced to the rest of the guys in the dorm she received a long list of “do not do” things, one was not going out of the dorm until she received permission of one “superior” of the dorm, a funny thing was that all the senpai acted funny when it came to questions about going out. “Ok then...” Going out during the day after classes walking randomly around the island was a good way to know her new home, or she though until she saw from the window of her room one of the senpai going out in the middle of the night, the only difference was that day she noticed a strange thing in the senpai hands after a moment of thinking she realized it was a weapon similar to a lance.

Yui´s curiosity snap as she changed her clothes and ran out of the dorm trying to follow her senpai, but she quickly lost interest not even been close in knowing what direction to follow instead she walk around the city watching how different it look, after a few minutes she return to the dorm feeling very tired and almost sick, the next day Yui´s mind was a little fuzzy but there was no way she would stay calm in the dorm were the senpai going out or not, before she knew it going out in the nights became a daily activity watching how the people turned into coffins, meeting strange black slimes with masks (and almost dying for getting too close to one with the though “maybe I can befriend it”) escaping from them, even if they were four and cornering her, and increasing her stamina and endurance in an amazing way making Yui laugh every time she remember how she almost got sick the first time she went outside the dorm.

Now Yui´s attention was totally focused in a slime that was getting near her quickly, it look menacing and somehow “hungry” “Time to run away.” Running away from the slimes was no easy task even if they had no feet they were quite fast and agile and sometimes they would do... something strange, just like this one, even while pursuing Yui the slime was able to create little flames in her way and make them explode, it was a good thing that Yui´s reflexes were so sharp thanks to her parents training if not she could consider herself dead by now.

“What´s wrong?” Yui slow down watching how the slime stop and took another direction, after a moment a little shake in Yui´s body and the sudden return of sounds told her the obvious, “that part” of the night was gone. “It´s hard to calculate how many time this last without a clock...” Yui tilted her head again wondering how could she calculate when a girl touched her shoulder “Hey Yui! Got lost again?” Yui turned her head to a girl that wore fashionable clothes, had her hair dyed and looked like a thug, how Yui get along with her was another story “Wanna pull an all-nighter in a karaoke? I have a coupon with a nice discount.” Yui nodded quickly she was pretty far from the dorms and by now the senpai would be going back, getting caught was not in her plans so it was better to stay all the night hearing the other girl sing until it was time to go to school.

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Steven Earnhardt gasped desperately for air, his lungs refusing to squeeze more than a trickle of life-giving oxygen into his blood. The searing intensity of the fire in his legs spiked intensely with each step. His shoulders swung wildly from side to side, and his arms flailed pointlessly in front of him. The adrenaline had at first helped with the pain, but now even his body’s natural painkiller wasn’t enough. He wanted to stop; Gods help him, he wanted to stop. He couldn’t, and he knew it. All he could do was take another step, endure against every fiber of his being, flee to save the very life he despised.

Steve’s foot caught against something hard on its way up, and, with a yelp of surprise, the boxer clad young high school student fell face forward into hard dirt. A sharp pain shot up through his nose and into his cheeks. Vision blurring significantly, Steve finally came to his senses. He’d run… somewhere, somewhere deep into a tree grove. His nose was most probably broken, and his legs refused to continue moving now that they could rest. Above, the grove of trees was covered by a dense canopy that covered the moon.

The moon.

When he woke, the moon was a silver crescent in the sky, beautiful and peaceful. Then, in seconds, the entire atmosphere changed. He watched as a sickish green hue killed the tranquility of the moon, covering her in its gruesome aura. While his mind was still attempting to grasp the situation, his body was ready to react, vomiting profusely over his only sleeping instrument. Two words managed to escape his mouth, amidst the bile colored a dark green by the damn moon.

Steve quickly rolled over, a small boost of adrenaline pumping into his system as he remembered why he was running in the first place. Supported by his elbows, which were themselves dripping blood, the battered and bruised Steve stared ahead. As if on cue, the creature slithered out from behind a tree directly in front of him.

Steve had first seen the creature when he left the dormitory, quite unable to stand his room at the moment. He pushed open the dormitory doors, and there it was, not thirty feet away. The black mass, a sadistic conglomerate of reaching hands and arms, was barely visible against the dark green surroundings, save for its glowing blue mask.

It was that same mask that was facing Steve now, the creature’s hands lurching forward and pulling the mass along with them. It was the mask that looked at him so longingly, so hungrily.

Somewhere, deep down, Steve’s insanity surfaced: “They’re calling for you, Steve. It’s calling for you. Will you answer, Steve? Will you join them, your friends?”

And Steven Earnhardt remembered the two words he had involuntarily spoken at the beginning of this horrible night.

His eyes, once widened with terror, relaxed. His heart, once attempting to escape this already dead body, calmed. His voice, once trembling, now spoke evenly: “Mother Prophet.”

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It is dark. The moon is white and pale; an offset purity, accented by the blackened field to which it has been forsaken. Thin clouds, murky and ominous, drift needlessly in the moon's insufficient light, their efforts to shroud it's face proving to be an exercise of futility. Light breaks through in a dim glow, sparsely blanketing the soil of Coast Island and it's sleeping people. It lays over the shifting sand of the shore, and upon the turbulent waves who calm for none.

An iron pole has been stabbed - forcibly - into the ground and grass that border the sand and waves. At it's tip is a plate of crimson, with a command to "Stop" printed in striking white upon the surface. It directs this command to the sands that consistently change at every step of man, and to the waves that pulsate and crash with every violent moment. To the sign's side is a fragile but structured construct of glass: lit by a single, flickering bulb, shut by a musty but limpid door, and occupied by a single girl - a phone booth in use.

She holds the ebony telephone in one hand, and a plastic bottle of water in the other. The console housing both the coin slots and the number pad is ill managed and desecrated by ink, but in fine working condition regardless. Atop it, a familiar orange cylinder rests comfortably, right where it's supposed to be. Placed in the same position, once again. She was accustomed to seeing it.

A digital clock lays quietly upon her wrist. It reads 1:10, only minutes after the twenty fifth hour.

"I know." she answers tersely, pausing. "I know" she repeats, painting her voice with bitter annoyance. The receiver moves away from her lips, and she takes the break in conversation to breathe deeply and nervously. When her breath concludes it's betrayal, she speaks once more. "Yeah, yeah. I said I'd be there." she continued, pocketing her water and pinching the orange vial of pills for examination. Her fingers turned the container tentatively in the flickering light, rattling the contents. Just enough to last a few days. When she was satisfied, she popped a single capsule into her mouth routinely. It slipped down her throat with a short sip of water, tickling her tongue in an unnatural but satisfying way. The rest of the suppressants were left in their bottle, gripped tightly by Ayakou as she pocketed what remained.

"...Right, cause I'm so good at socializing. That won't cause any problems." she answered sarcastically, her fingers coiling absentmindedly at the wire.

A few seconds had passed in silence. A minute now.

"...Hello?"

When the minute of silence neared minutes, Ayakou slowly came to the realization that she was now, much to her dismay, alone. A low echoing beep from the device assured of her it. The cut had caught her off guard, and instinctively (yet quite unnecessarily), she promptly made sure that no one had seen her standing, for no reason at all, in the little booth for the two minutes. Nobody had, of course, which relieved her tremendously.

Her unattended gaze looked fleetingly to the ocean, eyes peering at the sight through a less-than-clear glass wall. They settled upon empty space above the seawater, where the sky, which had long turned sable, matched the sable of the ocean, which bared unseen depths the sky never knew. There was a part of her that enjoyed the sight of the two, in their dual obscurity. But in the morning, when both sky and water shined alike with a brighter tint, their clarity harmonious - that too, was pleasing. Very pleasing.

But it was night now, of course. It would be some time til morning.

And in three days, she would meet SEES.

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“Tick... Tock.” Only seconds remained, the clock tower just shy of midnight, the dawn of a new day(s) rapidly approaching. Little did anyone know what the two hands on the clock truly symbolized; but Kaito knew: The two hands signified the simultaneous existence of two realms, a domain of never-ending twilight, light and shadow in unison – clashing in a chaotic battle that could bring about the day of judgment. Life as we know it being consumed in the inescapable void. You could try to oppose the inevitable, to defy fate itself; but in the end, you’ll always lose. Deep down in the center of your being you crave destruction, a resolution, when destiny finally takes its course and carries everyone home. Call it God, paradise, or what you will, but it’s all the same; death, Armageddon, the rapture, the apocalypse. Every religion and civilization has had its own myth to share, and it all leads to the same unavoidable conclusion: The Fall.

Ever since the very beginning of time there has been a force at work greater than we could ever imagine, a power that’s all around us, influencing our daily lives with every means possible. With this intention at mind came the creation of the Dark Hour, where the gods can psychically transcend into our world along with the inner-demon lurking within us all – proving that there is such a thing as sin. However a select few can manipulate this demon; control it, become it, and use it for great... or catastrophic things. Kaito was one such person, and the reigning emperor who used his strength and dominance to take hold of the Dark Hour – attempting to bring peace as well as prevent Shadows from corrupting the living and unaware.

As the clock neared the twelfth hour, Kaito grew closer to giving himself to the Dark Hour, his body lost to ecstasy and the unknown. Aimlessly he sat in the dark, slouched in a leather loveseat that overlooked the star painted sky and the beautiful lit-up city of Paris, France. It was a sight to be marveled upon, but nothing compared to the dull dreary streets of the Dark Hour, a world he was just itching to enter. Soon everything around him would just vanish, a sickly green hue taking its hold around the globe; the oceans would turn to crimson, and its people would be completely oblivious – lost in a place between time and space. But Kaito would flourish, his eyes feasting on things your worst nightmares couldn’t comprehend.

Less notably his suit was wrinkled, tie loosened and hanging carelessly from his neck, glasses crooked and hair ratty as he sat there – the aftereffects of a long day. What your eyes were really drawn to was the gun firmly in his right hand, just waiting for the opportune moment to end the suffering. A one and a two... “Ding.... Ding...” The whole city was drowned out by the sound of the clock tower, the bells chiming, and Kaito used the distraction to his advantage. His arm sluggishly lifting the gun up, he raised it to his temple and pulled the trigger.

There was only darkness after, emptiness, the absence of sound and vision – everything just blank. Couldn’t move, breathe, or nonetheless speak. To most it would be frightening, but to him it was inviting and calm. Although like all good things it soon reached its end and he came to, his eyes snapping open before he blinked. Looking around he turned his attention to the moon. Distastefully he grimaced, knowing he only had three days before the full moon, when the gates between Olympus and Earth opened and the God Poseidon attained his full potential. A scary notion surely but Kaito already had plans for Poseidon, god or not. Raakshdos’ power was already revered, but soon it would be legendary and absolute.

“You know your part in this... I am but a shadow, and you are the hand that will bring the Dark Hour to its knees. We will balance the scales, and bring order to a world of malice. Three days remain, only three hours stand in the way between us... and everything. Soon our destiny will be clear, and we will embrace it gracefully. Now go and keep an eye on S.E.E.S. I don’t trust them... This is my universe, and they will not meddle in it. They are but pups without a leash, and soon enough they will know their place in MY world – below me.” Snickering he rose to his feet and leaned against the glass window in front of him, staring up at the now distorted metropolis – that looked more exquisite than ever. It was amazing how one of the grandest cities in the world could be so easily sucked down into the underworld. Grinning, he turned around and watched as Raakshdos faded into the shadows, nothing more than a purple cluster of mist left lingering behind.

The hour passed as it always had, Kaito’s gaze fixated on the moon, wasting away in his thoughts. There was just too much to be done, and even though Kaito already had the world at his fingertips, it wasn’t enough. He needed to have everything, to accomplish the ultimate feat, and after thirty-eight years, he had almost finally done it. Soon the world would not breathe without his presence being felt, every corner of the globe wrapped up in an intricate web of his design. It was glorious; from gods to presidents, to the hooker on the street corner, they’d all bow and have no other choice but to grovel beneath him.

Unfazed by time, it was precisely 1:10 a.m. when his phone broke him from his trance, a business call – at this hour? “It’d better be important,” he thought to himself. Flipping open his cellular and sighing, he was quick to answer in a demanding impatient tone. “Speak.” Listening to the small soft voice on the other end, he took a few seconds to reply, “Remember our deal.” He growled with some hostility to his voice. “Keep in mind the hell I can bring you if you dare to fuck me over. I expect you to be there bright and early. No lounging around.” Pausing, “Besides, there’s no one better for this.” Quickly hanging up the phone, he slipped it into his pocket and rubbed his eyes, “This is only the beginning...”

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She pivoted on one foot, breathless, then exhaled a sigh of relief as Saito came into view. The remnants of the fabled twilight dissipated into the normal time, and with it relieved the tension in her grip. The crimson ocean had ruptured once, stirred by the spires of Elysium, before giving way to order. That lone coffin on the docks, too, had succumbed to the light, its elderly figure now slumped upon the wood, limp and still, instilling a sense of urgency that prompted her to rush forth and attend to it. But she shook her head. The old man wouldn’t have much longer now.

“Hey,” she called, abrupt, to her fellow senpai. With a dash, her feet jostling up sand along the way, she was by his side in no time. Aika guised her night weariness behind a cheeky grin, her stride alternating between a jog and a half-skip. “Caught you handlin’ another group alone, deserves an award or two. Although…” She trailed off and gave him a curious look. His infamously secluded methods riled her as much as they fascinated her with his persistence; the quality was evident in nearly everything about him, and though he was smart about it, this failed to ease her anxiety about the ordeal. Whatever. Saito was a big boy. “Never mind—you’ll figure it out eventually.”

Anxious or not, she needed an excuse to run: “Meet ya at the dorms. I gotta burn off the last of this adrenaline somehow.”

And run she did. Who needed proper farewells? It was her nonchalant, uncool way of saying au revoir, but a departure was a departure, no less. She needed to move, at least until true fatigue settled in, yet not till she rushed past the deadened the streets of the town center, where the railway trolleys idled on their tracks like battered mistresses, and produce gradually rotted at the local fruit stands, and scraps of trash wafted across sidewalks, tumbleweeds in a desert, and palm leaves fluttered in distant, tailwind breezes; and heads rested within the sanctuary of the dorms, in which she entered promptly, her movements careful to avoid waking the others who had already arrived. Feigned peace, oh, feigned peace. What a sight. Aika refrained from beckoning her familiars down. Here, a mandatory roll call would follow suit, gathering them all into the lounge; however, glancing at the couches strewn about the room, she quickly found sleep to be the more desirable option, albeit the less responsible one. Sighing, she placed the naginata in the storage room adjacent to the staircase, removing her armband and the pistol from her holster. As tempting as retirement seemed, there were more important matters at hand, and said matters smelled, calmingly enough, of nicotine.

An empty packet wouldn’t do. Worse still, a brief meeting without a smoke beforehand would be torture. She bolted upstairs, blues on the mind, to inspect more than simply her companions. You loser.

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Ivory sighed, it had been a good fifteen minutes of her sitting at her desk in her room in an almost crippling silence, which was only to be broken by the ever scribbling sound of her pen moving over some paper. She ended up drifting from recalling her memories of the day onto the paper to writing about a certain individual. Writing how she is her own psychiatrist telling herself how she feels about them and weather she likes them. She snapped from her daze and read what she had written and frowned. "That's just sad...." she muttered to herself as she closed her diary and locked the flap that joined both sides of the cover. She opened the drawer and put her diary in if lifting a small music box in exchange.

The music box was about eight inches long and six inches wide. It was a dark brown with gold risings that were designed to look like swirls that converged at a single point, the button to open the box. She reached to the right side and twisted the knob of the wind and then opened the box. A slow quiet melody of small chimes started to play. The tune was soothing and somehow slightly sad to listen to alone, at least that's how Ivory heard it. She walked to her bed and opened the window by it to lean on the window sill. It was a nice night for the time of year it was she took in a deep breath and exhaled it in an exaggerated sigh. The music slowly came to a halt after a few more moments, she smiled somberly and walked over to the desk and locked the music box away with her diary. She stood there in silence for just a moment more before smiling again.

With a single thought she decided to leave her room and head to the lounge to do .... well something she wasn't quite sure what or why. The hall was a long fairly light area very symmetrical in the sense that each wall had a door placed opposite of the door across the hall. It was a bit chilly in the hall tonight to Ivory and she gave a slight shiver and then smiled that smile of hers yet again.

"I wonder how Aika-san and Hiro-san fared tonight, hopefully they didn't get hurt... Ah who am I kidding they both more well tuned to a specific style than I am. I'm sure they came out completely unharmed. She had just made it to the stairs when she saw Aika walking up them.

"Oh, Aika-san! How did you fare tonight? I got scraped up some from ducking, hopefully you did better?" she asked as she met up with Aika at the staircase's top, lifting her hands some and laughing to show the slight scraping and minor bruises on both.

"The ones in the mountain area just north of here are starting to get more adventurous we may have a problem with them sometime off in the future," she added as they started to walk don the corridor. "Oh..." she noticed something about Aika, something she could just pick up on and couldn't help but smile as she took more light footed steps with her companion. "On a crave for nicotine again huh?" she asked with a sweet smile on her face, she giggled slightly after wards as they walked up more stairs down a corridor of rooms. "You know eventually you won't be able to climb stairs and I'm not gonna carry you!" she joked trying to get a smile out of the possibly edgy, sleep deprived Aika.

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11:00 P.M: Paris, France at the Murakami Residence; Child's Bedroom

"In a frontier where light and darkness are entities of nothingness, a group of unlikely people were given the choice to wield a great power to challenge the tragedies that were encased within the walls of the heart. They even had the audacity to face the gods themselves. However, what was their reason to begin with? Could it be so important that they would go against the ones that commanded the horrific threads of fate that pulled humanity's strings to the melody of oblivion? Or, is it the other way around? Alas, this is a tale that I would sadly conclude for the night."

In that exact moment, a groan filled with frustration immediately echoed in the room. It had came from a small figure that was covered with blankets suggesting that the said person is prepared to be put to sleep. From the confines of the thick cloth, a youthful face could be seen along with a neatly combed black-blue hair fashioned in a simple male bob cut and a pair of disappointed azure eyes that gazed towards the source of entertainment that was cut short due to the infamous bedtime. However, it did not stop the said youth to voice the objection for such an abrupt end with a voice that was not too gruff, not too high-pitched to be qualified as a girl or too deep to be considered as of a man but it was enough to be deemed that it was from a growing young boy.

"Mom, please continue! You always make me want for more! I hate cliff hangers!"

A light chuckle erupted from the adult female that was sitting comfortable by his side. It was neither meant to tease nor to embarrass. The fit of laughter was for the delight in seeing the young boy be filled with excitement from her stories. She would not deny the fact that most of the tales she tell were always cut in bits to left him guessing until next time. It may be unfair however, she relish in the moment wherein her child would want to listen to her despite how tired he would be from his studies. Directing her gaze towards the small alarm clock at the nightstand, it clearly said that it was eleven o'clock in the evening. An obvious fact that they had transcended his agreed time of nine o'clock. If Kaito was here, she was certain that both of them would get a good bowl of scolding for a midnight snack and she knew it would be a wonderful scene to remember by.

"I know that, but it is way passed your bedtime young man. I promised your father the last time he was here to allow you to have a sense of responsibility by giving you a clear time to go to sleep. So, get some good rest and wake up to another beautiful day."

Gentleness with a subtle decisive tone along with an affectionate stroke of his hair, a gesture that is normal for a loving mother. Regardless of the truth, she had never been blessed to give birth to her own child in any given scenario. In the past eleven years of her marriage to Kaito, she did not have the fortune to deliver a healthy baby. Most of the time, it would be a miscarriage or she would not even conceive at all. Dating back further, she had no idea if she had any relations or a child for her past is truly a puzzle left to be completed. It was fortunate that she had met her lifetime partner. If not, she would probably be dead or in an asylum. Her inner thoughts were disrupted by the reply of her son as she quickly focused on him hoping he did not noticed her faraway look. It would not be good if she caused him needless worry.

"Oh, yeah dad.... Alright, I'll go to sleep now. But, you would tell me the rest of the story next time right mom?"

His eyes were filled with much childish anticipation that she could never say no to such an expression. In addition, she really did not have any reason not to continue telling him the tale she had began earlier. Gently patting his head, she gave a loving smile and had a nod as her answer to the inquiry of the young boy. She could never figure how she got quickly attached to the boy in front of her. If someone told her that she would have a child not having any blood bond with her, she would surely shrugged it off as a fleeting rumor. Now, she had eaten her own thoughts for this little boy was her bundle of joy along with her husband. This was her family and she would protect it.

"I will tell the rest of the story next time. Now, go to sleep and have the sandman sprinkle his dust upon your eyes."

The young boy gave a small nod as he tightened his hold upon his blanket and watched as his mother stand from her position and slowly approached the door. He wanted to put his worries deep within him but he couldn't. It was gnawing on the back of his consciousness and would not let him rest until it was released. So, he desperately needed to ask her and to accept her answer whether it could make or break him. Sitting upright, he gathered enough courage to call her back even though it was clear his voice was trembling.

"Mom... Is it really alright for me to come home with you to Japan? I am not really your child and all..."

Silence reigned within the room as he looked at his tightly closed fists that were gripping upon his blanket. He could not even look at her. It showed how fearful he was about the answer that would come from the lips of the woman he had come to love and to call his mother. A mere year had passed since the time he was adopted from the orphanage here at the age of twelve now, he was thirteen and about to enter his puberty soon enough. He could not hope for anything better as his adopted family. However, his fear was replaced with relief as he felt the arms of his mother around his lithe form. It was neither suffocating nor a mere facade. The feeling was real comfort and love directed towards him.

"Do not say such rubbish. You are my child and that is all everyone needs to know. Your father and me are your parents and we don't give a care to those who would think otherwise. We are family and always will be. Blood does not matter in such matters when it is the heart that is connected. Remember this always, we love you."

With that, she gave him a heartfelt kiss on his forehead and wiped the tears that had unknowingly fallen from his eyes. She hoped that her words were enough to dispel the doubts within him. The moment she had heard his trembling tone filled with fear of rejection and hatred. She could not help but do everything in her power to remove anything that would discomfort him. Making sure that he was now feeling fine, she kissed him again on the forehead and gently messed his hair. In response, he gave a very bright smile and returned his affections as well with a kiss on the cheek and happily lay down on his bed.

"Thank you mom! I love you and dad very much! Good night!"

His words filled her with much happiness as she tucked him in and approached the door to his room. Her hands were upon a switch. Glancing at him one last time, she turned off the lights and the only source of illumination inside the darken room was the small opening she had created from opening the door that came from the hall lights. Smiling happily, she made sure everything was in order as she finally bid her son to slumber.

"Good night and sweet dreams, my beloved Kei."

11:25 P.M: Murakami Residence, Personal Art Studio

The doors closed as she took a moment in front of it. She gave herself the luxury to recall what happened inside Kei's room. After doing so, she walked along the hallways of her house in the glamorous city of Paris, France. It had been a year since she had stayed her for work far from her homeland. There were a lot of adjustments but it was nothing to make her crumble. More importantly, she never felt alone even for once since she had Kei and the often visitation of Kaito when he would have time. Furthermore, she was now a renowned international sculptor. The Louvre gave her the honor of having all her created art pieces in display in her own section. A once in a lifetime opportunity and she had also heard that she was now very famous in Japan in addition of being the wife of a great C.E.O. All in all, life was perfect for her and nothing can be seen wrong about it.

Finally entering her art studio, she approached her desk and gazed at the remaining documents that needed to be finished before she returns home. Giving everything a quick glance, it seemed it would not take her long to finish everything tomorrow and have spare time to do some shopping with Kei. She planned to give Kaito something memorable after all; it would be wonderful seeing him again in person after so many months since his last visit. Placing the papers in a neat pile, she directed her eyes towards her latest artwork. Honestly, she had no idea what it could be. It was sculpted in a form of a phantom that had a body of ragged black cloak. There were no known appendages except a sword protruding from its side. Its face was more like of a badly crafted ghost mask. Nothing about appeared to be realistic in a sense. She was certain of one thing. This sculpture of hers would never be placed in public display ever.

Walking towards it, she stopped about a mere inches from it. There was no particular inspiration about this sculpture. She merely created it for it had plagued her mind for the umpteenth time. A release of her inner turmoil had given her a semblance of comfort at least. But now, it was replaced with confusion why such a creature would constantly appear within the realms of her mind. Adding to that, she felt that this being was very familiar in a sense of meeting it. Although, she could never remember how and where it could be. The only conclusion she had that it could have some connection to her forgotten past. In any case, this was a puzzle piece to her past life. This much she was certain with.

"Who could you really be...?"

Slowly reaching to touch the statue's face, the grandfather clock that she had within in the house began to chime. The notice that a new day had began. It was exactly midnight however, things never seemed to be. Lights suddenly turned off and not even the natural sounds of cars traveling upon the road could be heard. The occasional chatter of people that walked along the streets halted. Then, the very nostalgic darkness became an eerie shade of green as crimson pools of blood began to sprout all around her. The scent of terror permeated the air for the reality as men know it had ceased to exist in this specific period of time. An hour which is entirely devoted to the manifestation of mankind's hidden desires.

"So... It's the dark hour. I failed to notice that earlier."

Disregarding her interest of her peculiar artwork, she approached a nearby window and looked outside. The City of Lights literally turned into a perfect paradise for the greatest malice of the heart. Coffins littered the streets and cars awkwardly stopped. She gave an ironic smile upon her face. The tale she was telling Kei earlier was not imaginary. It was as real as it can be. She wondered what he would do if he knew about this little twisted truth. Gazing at the lone moon that bear witness to the events of the world below it, she suddenly remembered that it would be a full moon in the next three days. It is a wonder how a simple ball of mass out in space could have such a great effect to the beings that were given the destiny to live. In any case, she might find something interesting to add to her tale and soon enough a human shout screeched was heard throughout the city. It seemed that an unlucky person was going to be a feast for the denizens of the dark. Approaching her desk, she opened one of the lower left drawers and inside was a weapon of death, a gun. It was cold to her touch and perfectly fit in her small hands. Moreover, she had always liked how it was crafted to her use for it was just exactly right for her temple. Closing her drawer, she took her hanging overcoat upon her chair and left with the sound of her door closing with a soft thud.

12:00 A.M: The Dark Hour, Paris France

“Ahhhhhhh! Get away from me! What are you! Ahhhhh! Help anyone!”

This shout for help came from a man notably around his late teens. He was sweating heavily and in tune with that his entire body was shaking terribly in horror as he would trip several times as a result. It was a clear action of running away and the source of that was a creature in the shape of a massive ball with horizontal blue lines all over its black body. Harmless it may appear, but the fact that as it bounced along the ground it would leave large holes showing its capacity to destroy. It followed the running man as if playing with a new found toy. However, the man’s effort to escape was fruitless as he was cornered in a small alleyway that was now twisted with blood stains dripping from the walls. He could helplessly watch as the said creature approached him and stopped a mere inch from his face. Slowly, the ball-like creature shifted its skin as if being swallowed by something and in front of him a huge mouth appeared. It was nothing to be disgusted as it resembled a human’s. But the fact, a long green tongue came out and licked his face was enough to send paralyzing shivers within his system.

“Now, now, now, one must never play with his food. It is consider bad manners. I believe you must be taught about proper ethics.”

The creature turned to face the one who spoke with such confidence. It was very noticeable that the presence that appeared at the narrow alley caused the being great hatred. Due to that, it entered another transformation as ghastly hands appeared all around it and a small mask popped at its top with an engraving of a roman numeral which was IX. The said monstrosity released a great scream as if attracting other shadows to the scene. After doing so, it launched an attack to person who interrupted its hunt for food. Rolling with great speed as it headed towards the newcomer. It seemed the said person dodged as the monster rallied another attack resembling of a bull. The man who witnessed everything fell on his back as he cowered behind a few abandoned crates. He watched the events proceed and the only thing that he was certain was that the person who spoke earlier was a female. Rubble and dirt scattered all over the alley as damage were given towards nearby buildings around them. This would certainly attract news later in the day.

"Aren't we feisty? That is not the proper way to greet a guest. Shall we begin the lessons then? Mr. Shadow."

The said female dusted her clothes and she appeared to be unscathed. It seemed she had dodged the rolling attack in time. She pulled out a small gun from her overcoat as she stood there unfazed by the strength of the monstrosity in front of her. Twirling it around her index finger for a few seconds, it finally found its place aimed at her own temple as she had the most composed look upon her face. The man continued to watch as he was shocked to see that the woman was really crazy. Because instead of pointing it at the creature, she pointed it at her own temple. He was not sure what was going on but this was suicide and he could not have that. Standing from his hiding place, he decided to stop the female but he was too late. A thundering gunshot was heard within the alleyway.

"Frigga, Illumination please for the shadow.”

Her words did not make any sense to him and he expected her to fall down on the ground in a pool of blood although, it never came. Instead, an inconceivable bright light surrounded her form and a moment later, a creature that he knew only can exist in fairy tales was beside the woman who was perfectly fine after shooting herself in the head. The new being was a petite girl adorned in a very beautiful dress made of green leaves and white sparkling silk sitting upon a large green stalk. A warm smile was upon her face as her emerald green eyes shine with kindness and affection. It greatly contrasted her seemingly flaming hair, ornamented with leaves arranged on both sides of her head resembling feathered wings. In her hand, she held a circular blue paper lantern that has an ephemeral glow emitting from it. Despite the lack of a source of light within, it cast a gentle and calming light to those who would see.

The gentle sound of chimes reminded him of the lulling sea breeze as the nymph-like creature swayed it like a pendulum with much care. In that moment, the shadow screeched horrendously as it was being shredded inwardly and after a few seconds all that was left was a sprinkle of sparkling lights where the monster was last seen. He was not sure what happened but he knew that everything was now fine. His eyes met with his savior and noticed that his vision seemed to have been blurred. The cowering man fell on his knees as he can feel a thick liquid oozing from the side of his face but he concluded it might be because of the monster's saliva when he was licked earlier. Whatever the reason could be, he needed to say his thanks first.

“Thank you… Who are you? “

The question he gave was not answered instantly. Instead, the lady who wore a white overcoat with slight indication of dirt due to her earlier battle pointed at him. He thought it might be the liquid he was feeling and reached for it. After doing so, he brought it to his sight and saw a disgusting black liquid. Furthermore, he only did not feel it on the side of his face but also in the other parts of his body. He was stained with it rather; the liquid itself was coming out from him. What was happening to him!? Panic and confusion was written all over his face as he desperately wiped away the liquid off him. However, it was a futile attempt. The man was far beyond saving. He was only interrupted when he heard the female spoke once again. In this dreary night, her voice sounded so clear and calming. His worries were forgotten for a brief moment as he listened to her.

"You should not thank me. You have become nothing. As an apology, my name is Kimiko. Goodbye."

At the moment Kimiko had said her last word, the man became a pile of black liquid upon the ground showing that he had been successfully devoured by the shadow that haunted him. She had failed saving the man from certain doom but, it was simply the way things are. It was not something she would pity herself about. Gazing around the scene, she was certain that the damages would be noticeable when the dark hour ends. Although, it would not bring much curious eyes for it could passed up as a sort of vandalism. At least, she had been able to avert much destruction towards the city. It seemed that the shadows were getting more aggressive than ever. She was certain that it was the result of the coming Full Moon. A certain anxiousness and fear flooded her heart which was really uncommon for her, it seemed that something bad was about to happen. However, she could not place what it could be. In the end, she decided to shrug it off

"Frigga, thank you for the good work."

Her loyal companion vanished from her sight with a smile as the eerie green night dissipated into the normal evening. The absurdity of blood disappeared along with the shadows that filled the city. Haunted streets were now again filled with the light chatter of people and the sounds of cars going to their destinations. Everything had return to the semblance of normality. Placing her gun within her pocket, the dark hour had come to an end. She exited the alleyway and took note of the event that she would add to her story for Kei as she disappeared from sight after turning around the corner as the dawn of a new day had finally began.

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Having successfully hidden his shield and spear in the storage room earlier, Hiro had spent the sparse moments of free time before the meeting on the roof. It wasn't in his nature to do something as pointless as star gazing, however, making it a peculiar behavior on his part. Was there something up there for him to do? Maybe, but he wouldn't say.

It was convenient timing that had him walking down the dormitory stairs with what appeared to be a smoking pipe in his mouth just as Ivory scolded Aika for her poor choice in addictions. He looked at both of them blankly, before rumaging within his jacket to pull out a second smoking pipe, presenting it to Aika to appease her cravings.

"Here, for you. No need to thank me," Smiling to himself for a good deed done, before blowing on the pipe and causing bubbles to float up. He had a fondness of magical bubble blowing pipes. The boy glanced briefly over at Ivory and offered an appreciative nod. From the timing and position, Hiro accurately predicted Ivory for having just finished writing in her diary. He wondered briefly what she wrote in it? She usually wrote reflections of the days events. How did he know this? Hiro often read her diary. Very often. It was a pet hobby of his and the read intrigued him deeply. In fact, he had actually used UV pens to write his own thoughts and comments within her diary, sometimes correcting grammar or spelling. The ink was not visible unless exposed to UV light, fortunately for Hiro.

Satisfied with himself, Hiro took steps to attend the meeting in the lounge. He expected it to be about the full moon in three days time.

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Ritsuka had just gotten off her train back to The coastal Island of Japan looking at a picture she left the station not noticing the time was almost midnight Be careful around the streets at night she Glanced around cautiously as she started off down the side walk towards the dorm in the picture she held.

she heard a clock tower near by strike twelve and these weird coffin like things appear she wanted to scream but at the moment she was to frightened to move so she stood frozen to her spot as a voice rang in her ear "I am Death" was all she heard before she fainted.

(Sorry its so short its all I can think of.)

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Eiji Kuroda was staying up late, studying. Since his mother had nothing better to do until she found some storage space for her new equipment, she had decided to borrow an old Grade 12 biology textbook from the library and prepare him a few tests on the material. He was surprised that she was only keeping him one year ahead in biology, but she said that she wanted him to have a "normal" education, just like she did. Of course, since she was a cryptozoologist, her practical examinations tended to be quite a bit more interesting than what was "normal"...

In any case, her teaching was still rather difficult to get through. If he failed her test, he would have to do all the housework for a week while she lounged around and lectured him on what he got wrong. And when he had only a week to study, that meant study hard. Of course, it wasn't a problem for him - he liked studying, and he would probably be staying up reading anyways. It was his second night on Coast Island, and he'd settled into his routine already.

Still, he couldn't shake a strange feeling of apprehension. He had had horrible dreams the night before, but couldn't really remember them - just the odd moment of fear, despair, and shadows gnawing at the edges of his vision. Still, he'd had a strange feeling ever since he'd arrived. It was like he could feel the presence of some... thing, or perhaps things, everywhere, around him, circling him, within him... an eerie experience. He remembered feeling it only once before, when he and his mother had visited Port Island back in 2003. His mother was waiting for some sort of eqipment she'd bought from Kirijo, so they'd spent the night with his aunt; his mother's sister-in-law. His aunt was nice enough: she often sent him letters, even gifts, and she was just as kind in person as she was in writing, if a bit severe. Still, he barely remembered her - the main thing that he remembered about that visit were the horrible nightmares.

And here he was, having them again on Tatsumi Port's sister island. This can't be a coincidence, he thought. I must just have problems with these artificial islands. Maybe some sort of electrical field... He yawned. It was getting late. He checked the clock.

11:51 PM


His mother knocked on the door. "Eiji! Are you still awake?"

"Yes, mom," he replied.

"The package that your aunt sent you arrived. It's for you personally, so she said she wanted you to open it on your own. I'll leave it here, okay?"

"Okay!"

"It's something really valuable, so you should probably open it and put it somewhere safe, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Good night, Eiji."

"Good night, mom."

He listened to her footsteps until she entered her bedroom, then opened the door. Perhaps it's an antique from her shop, he thought. Maybe one of those cards that she wouldn't let me touch. He picked up the package, brought it into his room, and ripped it open. Inside was what appeared to be a briefcase, probably padded on the inside for safer transportation. A note was attached, written in his aunt's long and elegant hand.

For self-defense.

He opened up the case. On the inside, nestled in black velvet, was what appeared to be a gun and a holster. However, he quickly noted that there were no bullets, or indeed any way to load the weapon. A replica. With it, he found another note.

When the time comes, you'll know what to do.

He stared at the replica firearm and noticed the logo of the Kirijo company written on it. A Kirijo product, he thought. Well, it's certainly quality, that's for sure. I guess I'm supposed to carry this to intimidate criminals.

Suddenly, he found himself rather thirsty, so placed the gun back in its case and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. The moon shone in through the light curtains covering the window over the sink. It's almost full. How long now, three days? He loved looking at the stars when the moon was full. Even with the bright moon in the sky, none of the stars were silenced or overpowered. The moon supported them, made them more visible. He loved it.

With his water, he returned to his room. On an impulse, he checked the clock.

11:59 PM


He set down his water and picked up the textbook. After he'd settled back into his chair, his reading light switched off. Damn, he thought. Did the bulb burn out? He realised that the clock had stopped functioning as well. Must be a power outage, he decided. He sighed. His mom had borrowed his battery-powered reading light, but she usually left in in a drawer in the kitchen. He got up and opened his door. As he entered the kitchen, he noticed something odd. The light around him was tinted green, as though someone had placed a filter over the moon. Confused, he checked the window. The moon had... changed somehow. Rather than a serene white, its glow was green and evil-looking. He felt as though it was smirking at him. The stars were completely blacked out by its all-infusing pallor. He looked down, and noticed that the sink was dripping blood.

He nearly fell over in shock. The sink, from which he had drank water just moments before, had dripped enough blood to form a small pool around the drain. Unnerved, he ran over to his mother's room and knocked. When no answer came, he opened the door and entered. "Mom! I think something's wrong with the-"

His sentence was cut short by a gasp as he took a step backwards and tripped over her doorframe. He fell, too shocked too move, and stared at the coffin occupying his mother's bed. "M-Mom?" he croaked weakly. It was like a cut gem, a garnet, a deep and beautiful red that was as mesmerising at it was astonishing. "Mom? Are you in there?" The coffin remained still, and no sound came from within. His paranoia quickly got the best of him. Was some sort of insane serial killer screwing with his head? He realised that he had to leave the apartment, quickly. If someone was in there with him...

He dashed back to his room and picked up the replica gun he had recieved just moments before. This couldn't have come at a better time, he thought. He pointed the replica in front of him and exited the room. He looked around the kitchen, then quickly ran to the door. It was locked, and panic began to set in as his frantically jittering hand tried to unlock it with little success. He took a few deep breaths and calmed his nerves, but only for a moment. He unlocked the door, thew it open and sped down the hallway. He knew that he had to get to the stairs. Even if the madman was waiting for him there, it was better than hiding like a rat in the apartment with only his mother's coffin and the leering moon to keep him company. He sprinted down eight flights of stairs and reached the emergency exit at the bottom of the stairwell.

Outside, he saw that the world had completely changed. The oppressive moon seemed to batter at his wounded psyche, arrogantly flaunting its obvious impossibility. None of the streetlights were on, and the normal city sounds were completely silenced. He saw more coffins, like his mother's: some standing in small groups, some sitting behind the wheels of static vehicles. But above all, he could tell that they were there. The memories of his nightmares came flooding back to him. Just like in my dreams...

As if they had been waiting for him, two black things energed from the darkness of an alleyway, brandishing sharp claws and staring at him from the soulless eyes of their masks. Eiji began to hyperventilate. They were coming for him, but he couldn't bring himself to move. Finally seeing the nightmare creatures that had hunted him ever since he had arrived on the island was too much for him to handle. As he began to see them more clearly, he noticed something about them. Their movements, their appearance... he felt like he understood them. He felt like he could see deeper into them, percieving more than they were willing to show him. He was suddenly aware of the gun in his hand.

He forgot all his fears. He forgot his concerns. He forgot his life, his situation, his logical objections, his hopes, his dreams, his joys and his family. He forgot everything except for one single word.

"Persona."

He placed the gun against his temple and pulled the trigger. It was as though a barrier had been broken inside his mind. The shadow within him escaped from his body and transformed into light.

"Thou art I, and I am thou.

His thoughts and memories came flooding back, along with a new awareness and clarity of spirit. He could not only the the things before him, he could see into them.

"From the sea of thy soul I cometh..."

He looked directly at them, and they seemed unnerved by his stare. He grinned. Everything suddenly made sense. This was what he was supposed to do. This was what he had always been supposed to do. The act that he was born for.

"I am Luciole, the light of truth!"

He looked at the bright, shining figure that floated before him. She appeared to be a fairy, about the size of his head. She had four transparent wings that beat at such a speed that they would have seemed invisible were it not for the trail of multicloloured light they left behind. Her entire body was white, as were her dress and her long, wavy hair. Her eyes flashed, cycling through the spectrum of visible light. Her entire body was enshrouded in a corona of light the seemed to reproach the shadows for daring to exist. Her expression was severe and businesslike. She knew why she had been summoned. From a pouch at her waist she drew a small glass square, which grew to the perfect size to be placed over Eiji's eye. She flew over to him, and he looked through it. The lens displayed information about the shadow, more being displayed each second he focused on it. He soon discovered that its weakness was fire. He looked at Luciole. Somehow, he knew that she held the power of lightning, not fire. "Ah, well," he shouted. "Let's destroy these cowards!"

One of the shadows began to extend its arms upwards, as though it were calling on some sort of magic power. He could tell from his analysis that these shadows could use ice as a weapon. He tensed. "Luciole!" His persona returned the lens she held to its orignal size and exchanged it with another lens from her pouch. It grew to be large enough to cover her and Eiji. It glowed with power as she chanelled her light into it to create a magic shield. The shadow fired a spear of ice at Eiji, but Luciole's barrier deflected it.

"Alright, let's go on the offensive!" Luciole put the lens back and brought out let another lens, which she expanded and bent into a convex shape. The words came to Eiji's mind like he'd known them his whole life. "Pulinpa!" Luciole charged and fired a beam of light, which was focused by her lens. She shone it on the shadow that had not attacked. Unable to concentrate, it began to panic and flail about wildly.

The other shadow slid towards Eiji, its claws extended. He ran back to escape its attack, and Luciole stunned it with a weak bolt of electricity. She brought out her analysis lens and placed it in front of Eiji's eye. The information it displayed showed a clear message - it was best to retreat while the enemies were distracted.

Luciole vanished, and Eiji ran as fast as he could away from the recovering shadows. He could tell even without her assistance where other shadows were, and he made sure to take a path that would steer him away from them. Eventually, he found himself in the shelter of the alleyway between two large buildings. He was exhausted and breathing heavily after his run. Damn, I must be out of shape. I thought I was a better runner than that. He sat down and looked up at the moon. How long do I have to evade them? Will they just go away? Will I always be on the run? He looked at the gun in his hand. And what... is this thing? What was that power? Aaagh, I have no idea what's going on. Everything seemed so normal at the moment, but... this shouldn't even be happening.

He waited for what seemed to be almost an hour, sometimes moving to a different hiding place when shadows came his way. Eventually, the moon's light turned back to normal, and he no longer sensed the presence of shadows. Relieved, tired, and rather shaken, he retraced his steps to his house and entered the unlocked door. His reading light was still on. Aaagh... I'm exhausted... How long was I out there?

12:07 AM


What? That's impossible! He looked around him - at the gun, at the water, at the moon. Cautiously, he checked his mother's room. She was sleeping soundly. Everything was just as it had been before the strange things had started happening. It must have been a dream, then... he thought. But he knew that it wasn't. What he had done was real. He could still feel her inside him. Stunned by the implications of what he had discovered, he flopped down onto his bed.

What am I going to tell mom?

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Saito paused and wondered what Aika was going to say. He watched as she ran off, and shook his head.
"So energetic. I suppose I should get back and hear what the others have to say about their encounters tonight." With those words he started to walk twords the dorms, holding his nodachi in his right hand. He cared not the looks that passers-by gave him. In fact, he thought it was a good thing, for his weapon gave him a form of deterrence from the various dangers that presented themselves during this time of the night. Again, as he walked his eyes drifted to the moon above, and his thoughts stirred on what lie ahead.

"It will be a full moon in just a few days...The shadows are always restless during that time, yet something feels...different this time around. I had best be on guard. During that accursed time, anything can happen." Saito spotted the dorms up ahead. "It seems I am home...I wonder how everyone fared tonight. I suppose they did fine, seeing as they are capable of handling themselves."

When he entered the lounge he saw the others inside. He gave them a small nod in aknowledgment and leaned against the far wall, taking a deep breath before speaking.
"So...what have you all to say about tonight, and the full moon in three days. I am sure you all have felt it as well, something is different about it..." He stopped and waited patiently for everyone's thoughts.

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Yui put a pose trying to look like one of those idols that continually appeared on the television and the magazines, raising the hand that was holding the microphone the higher she could. The voice of her friend came slowly to her ears like if she was distant... and if she had problems to speak.

“Woah Yui... you suck!” Yui sighed watching first at the screen, that was flashing repeatedly a low score , and then to her friend that was rolling in a sofa laughing very loudly “Well... in my home I barely practiced my singing so...” Yui smiled passing the microphone to her friend after reseting the karaoke for some minutes the laugh was heard amplified by the microphone.

Yui sighed again, at first look the karaoke looked like “one more”, three sofas in the room, a table in the middle, a giant book with an endless list of songs and a little menu offering drinks and something to eat, her assumption was quickly buried with the new that the machines had a better system to count points as one sang.

“But really... I never expected you to sing this ba... oh” Yui watched her friend answering a mail in her cellphone, during that moment her face frowned to the point that it looked as if she was holding something gross “Pops again... amazing they transferred me here and the keep texting and calling me all the time...” the girl raised her head showing anger, Yui smiled to her again remembering how her parents barely had time to grab a phone to call her.

“Sorry Yui, I have to return to the apartment they will call there and if I´m not when that happens they will call to the owner to cancel my contract.” Yui shooked her head slowly before answering her “I understand, let´s go to your place then I will stay with you all night.” After a quick nod both girls left the room, saved themselves from paying, thanks to the discount, and stop for a moment outside the place one looking with sadness through the window regretting that she had to leave and Yui looking with boringness more at the reflection behind her back than watching inside the place, after a moment her face became pale showing fear, in the reflection a big black dog with chains in it´s body was looking at Yui with an expression that looked like a grin.

“Yu..Yui... Yui! Are you coming?” Yui turned her head to her friend, she had walked a few steps before realizing that she was walking and talking alone now she was hurrying Yui with a movement of her hands, with a quick movement of her head Yui turned to the window, there was nothing there... Maybe she was tired again, after all passing all that time in the strange part of the night took a good part of her energy, with a quick pace she reached her friend and continue walking at her side.

“Are you sure you want to stay all the night? Don´t you have a curfew in your dorm?” Yui shrugged watching at the moon in the sky comparing the it to the one that she saw before “It´s not the first time I spend the night outside... If don´t think they have noticed it and if they have... well they know how to act...” Yui smiled a little at her friend´s laugh turning her head a little over her shoulder, for some strange reason the moon made her think that someone, or something, was watching her back and that keep following her as she accompany her friend to her apartment.

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Emiko Ohayashi sat, staring out at the dark skies above, the clouds framing the moon like pilars of smoke. She fiddled with her Evoker, which lay on the desk before her, shining dully in the pale moonlight, bored as she had ever been. She was somewhat looking forward to the new moon coming up, as she had been craving some action; something that was unlike her usual ways of thinking. There was something... abnormal about the up coming moon cycle. She felt jittery, as she continued to fiddle with the fake gun. Perhaps Alato would understand these changes, but, then again, there was always the possiblity of her not knowing; she was the representive of Emi's own personality, after all. If Emi didn't know, why would Alato know?

Emi drew a deep breath, leaning back in the chair and slowly closing her eyes, her dorm room fading into the blackness of her inner eyelids.

"Oh, good Lord, why do I feel so...?" Her hands trembled, the Evoker clenched in her fist. She wanted to speak with Alato, but she didn't really want to, in a way. Maybe I should just clear my head.... Agreeing with her own advice, Emi walked over to the opposite side of the room to another desk-like object, digged inside the black, elderly drawers, and pulled out a simple music player, the earbuds dangling limply from the device like a dead man's arms. She shivered, but snabbed the small things and jammed them into her ears, Haley Williams' voice blaring into her mind as she went to the doorway of her dorm, slid on her flip flops and exited into the cool, engulfing night.

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Do god(s) exist? Is there a meaning to life or does everything just happen because it could? When a leaf falls from a tree, is there a greater force behind that than what our minds can comprehend, or was it just the wind? Is that all we are? Are we just leaves floating in the wind with nothing to shape our lives but the actions of ourselves and others – everything no more than a coincidence? Is life really that insignificant? After knowing the truth, you’d wish it was. There is no God to look up to the sky to or answer your prayers, only blind billions worshiping below. The god(s) however are jealous, and the Dark Hour is their fury, their hell on Earth.

Kaito could still envision the first time he found himself lurking in the bowels of the Dark Hour, walking the streets alone with an empty feeling building up inside of him. Was this where all the hate in the world congregated? Where the true sinister nature of life awaited in the shadows to strike? People talked about not fearing the other side of life, but one look at the Dark Hour would make anyone reconsider. Why did he have to be cursed with such burdens? He was happy with only knowing the corrupt side of reality, but this was... too much to bear. That was until he laid eyes on... her...

How amazing it was that one person could change his outlook on the world, could give him hope and let him know he wasn’t alone – love at first sight. It was unfortunate that their union was on more lamentable terms because he wasn’t the only person lost while lurking in the Dark Hour. Scaling the cold barren rooftops, he was only 27 years old, an esteemed businessman and CEO of the most powerful company in the world – which handled several military contracts. He was changing the world one-step at a time but now he was having second-thoughts.

Arms wrapped around himself, he shivered as he heard a voice coming from the street below, a woman who seemed just as distraught as he was."Who am I really...? Every place I went to is a dead end... All I have is this name that is almost non-existent..." Gazing at the beauty, he found himself frozen in place, the legs under him not willing to move and the breath in his lungs unable to escape. She was the most enticing woman he had ever seen, and his body couldn’t help but desire, his heart but beat uncontrollably in his chest as if it was going explode. Her long brown locks and illuminated onyx eyes, one look at her made the whole world just fall into place – he could really see himself with her. Wanting to care for her and give her everything her little heart could ever want and more.

"My imagination seemed to want me dead already... this is what I want right? Then just kill me already!" Besides the eerie coffins cluttering the street, shadows began to appear, monsters of slime and filth, something right out of a fantasy novel - or masked reality. This was all too real to be a dream so Kaito knew from the start he wasn’t laying soundlessly in his bed; instead, he was rotting in this hellhole, his life obviously hanging in the balance. "You are in mind right? All of you? This is not real! Not real!" Tears swelled up in the woman’s eyes, and the beasts surrounded her, several seconds ticking by before one lashed out at her torso - drawing blood. The others instantly went mad with hunger and began to break apart, and that is when she ran.

This was no time to hesitate, so recklessly he jumped from the rooftop, hitting the ground with a loud crack heard from one of his legs – now broken. Tremors sent spiraling up his spine, he screamed in pain as he hauled himself to his feet, repeating the word “no” over and over again. "I am just a coward... that's why.... please... someone Help me! Help me!" Puddles of blood scattered across the ground, her blood, and his hands reached out as he fought through the flood of emotion replacing the emptiness inside of him. Screaming again to get the shadows attention, everything went cold, and it started to snow; at the same time loud squeals filled the air, the shadows expressing their agony.

A figure was seen in the distance, blades drawn as the shadows fell beneath them, not standing a fighting chance. Kaito only stared in awe as the man finished off the last of the abominations, but before he could mutter a word in response, the warrior vanished – his first encounter with Raakdhsdos. However brief, he could feel someone looking out for him, an angel; a watchful protector. Almost forgetting the state the woman was in, he ignored the pain as much as humanly possible while making his way to her. "So, this is how it ends... No one cares... I am alone..." She had tripped, on her knees and helpless, scared for her life. But Kaito was there, and as he came up behind her, he kneeled down and whispered softly in her ear, "No, you're not... because I'm here." Arms swooping down and rescuing her from the abyss...

“Beep... Beep... Beep.” Shifting over and groaning, it was nothing more than a dream, yet as clear as if it had happened just yesterday. It brought a smile on his face because of how much he loved his wife of 11 years, but also sorrow because of the pain it brought him to see her hurt. He began to feel slightly worried now so after sitting up, he quickly rubbed his eyes before opening them and looking at the digital clock next to his bed. Only 7 a.m. with no more than an hour remaining before the driver came to pick him up. Kaito would have to be quick, anxious to feel the touch of wife’s arms around him and the taste of her lips.

Showered and in the car by 8 a.m. he was rather brief with the driver, and only had one word for him. "Drive." Staring into the small mirror in the back of the limousine, he began loosening his tie and removing his coat before playing with the buttons on his shirt. He was wearing all black like he was accustomed to but for picking up his wife, it was far too formal. Slipping on his glasses and toying with a few strands of his hair, he was relieved when the car stopped and the driver opened the door for him. Handing the man a hundred dollar bill, he smiled and looked up, staring at the art gallery. Kimiko was only a few short steps away.

Finding his way inside, he was stuck marveling some of the paintings and pieces of work while walking, but eventually he was interrupted by the sound of someone humming. "Kimiko..." His features softening, he stopped in a doorway and leaned against it, only staring at her quietly for a few minutes before grunting.

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8:30 A.M: Paris, France at the Louvre, Ground Floor Denon Wing; Kimiko Gallery

Everything was enveloped in a solemn silence. Such a thing was a daily occurrence upon the halls filled of magnificent artworks from various painters and sculptors. It was neither intimidating nor creepy, the atmosphere simply depicted a presence to admire such works that showed the inner turmoils of many people who had been granted the talent to express in such a way. One of those people given the privilege to express was an Asian woman who was arranging her last piece of artwork to be displayed for exhibition at the Louvre. One would wonder if she was not a perfect work of art as well. She was like painting done with great detail and a statue carved with great intricacies. Despite her chosen attire at the moment, she appeared to be a fashion model that came out of a magazine. Casual in the technical sense however, she wore the clothes with such refreshing elegance that one would think it was meant for royalty.

No wonder that eyes of admirers would be constantly upon her. If it was not for the golden band around her right ring finger, she would have been courted by various people that she had met in her current workplace. Although, she had been perceived to be quite incomprehensible. The famous sculptor never shared her emotions with other except a simple polite gesture and words. Taking hold of her handkerchief, she gently wiped the sweat formed upon her forehead. Despite being in a air-conditioned building, she still had the chance to lightly sweat maybe it was due to her moving around the gallery too much. There were still a lot to do in her personal section at the Louvre before her departure. However, she had a good sense that it would be done earlier in the day. After all, she did promised Kei that they would be going shopping later to buy various souvenirs to be brought back to Japan. It was quite entertaining to watch herself being excited by the smallest things that would be connected to her family. Even if it was trivial, she would deliver her best efforts if the ones involve were her husband and son. This was much the most certain thing in her life. Separating herself from her inner dialogue, she gazed at the men assisting her in moving her sculptures.

"Il y aurait beaux messieurs. Merci."

The people who provided her assistance was very impressed with her French. She spoke with much fluency that one would recognize her as someone directly raised here in Paris. It was no wonder why many people or even the curator admired her greatly. She was not only talented with her hands but with her intellect as well. However, she had simply learned the language a few months back. It was quite troublesome to communicate in English when there were other people that were not that fluent in the international language. In addition, she does find the French quite a romantic dialect in a sense. Thus, she enjoyed learning their language with fun. The workers asked if she had anything else for them to move and she politely answered them.

"Ce serait tout à l'heure actuelle. Vous pouvez prendre une pause pour l'instant."

They gave a acknowledgment nod and smile as they left her for now as they take a break for a few minutes. After all, she believed they deserved it since they had began unpacking her artworks at 5:00 AM. Gazing at her wristwatch, it was already 8:30 AM and she did not manage to notice time passing. This was happening quite often due to her nature of being immersed into any activity she put her heart into. A trait that she had been told to be adorable by her husband. Speaking of such, she was greatly missing his presence especially when she would remember the event in Dark Hour before. There was no other thing to explain it as a complete failure. How she wished to be wrapped in his arms at the moment. Alas, they were continents apart. She would simply need to have more patience since she would be returning to Japan in the next day. Taking a deep breath, she gazed at the next things that she must have done.

"The settlement is done. I would need to send a draft of history about the creations and title of the art pieces."

Nodding to herself, she closed the folder that held the said document and gazed at her last artwork. It was a depiction of two females standing side-by-side praying as wings of angels decorated them from behind. Kimiko had named it "Forlorn of The Maidens". Her inspiration for such statue was the sadness that she had developed from being away from her other half. It was quite embarrassing how she acted such a child when it comes to her husband. She was getting close on being 40 already and yet she still could not reigned her feelings for him. Having an ironic smile upon her face, she touched her artwork and recalled how she poured out her every emotions on the various pieces that would be displayed for the world to see. It was quite funny how this kind of passion started and her first artwork was of a peculiar man with such a long nose.

"Not everything starts perfectly right?"

Removing her hands upon her crafted sculpture, she took out her laptop and began on her drafts. Time should be used productively and she had every intention to have her shopping with Kei not canceled. It was quite bad that she could not take her son to work since he had last day homework for his studies. Well, education was very important as well. Taking a comfortable position upon one of the pedestal of her artwork, she started typing with such speed and still exuding grace. Her entire existence were focused upon her work as she habitually hummed a melody in her mind. It was a light tune which was of the famous musician, Beethoven and entitled Für Elise. Thus, she was not quite aware of being silently watched by her most important person until she was taken away from her trance by a grunt.

"Hmm?"

Raising her obsidian eyes to look at the source of the sound, she cannot help but feel complete happiness and surprise. This was something she had not truly expected. Standing from her position, she removed her laptop from her person and ran towards Kaito with much exuberance of a child similar to receiving a new toy. Kimiko thought she was dreaming at the moment but this was reality wasn't it? There was no way she could have slept while typing right? After such an embrace, she held his face with her hands with such gentleness and a loving smile upon her face. If this was a dream, she hoped to never wake up from it ever again.

"Oh Kaito, I missed you so much!"

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“Are they now?” Aika replied, her voice cool, yet laced with a hint of concern, and her brow creased at the sight of Ivory’s discernable wounds. Only a girl like her could reel off such grim news with such a jovial, pristine face, like a kitten alerting you of the apocalypse. There was a lot to like about her, of course; Hiro, in spite of what that nonchalant expression told the world, obliged. Mixed emotions of the news seared Aika’s mind as she leaned against the wall, eyes fixed on the girl and her smile.

She nibbled her bottom lip, a habit borne from the yearning of smokes. It hardly took a genius to figure that one out—seems like Ivory here had her pinned on the spot. With a smirk, Aika said, “Had a fairly smooth run out there. I caught some weak ones on the coastline, a little gang of three to be exact. By the looks of it, I’d say they gave me less trouble than those…”

Hiro skimmed her peripheral vision. More importantly, the pipe between in mouth followed suit, as did the second one that was promptly offered to her. She returned his blank stare, although the corners of her lips threatened to curve into a smile. Good man. No hopeless addict is left behind. “…bastards up north” were her finishing words as she accepted the rather formal instrument, knowing full and well that the guy had probably just rummaged through Ivory’s personal dreamscape. Aika was silent for a moment, shaking her head at the departing boy. So this was their almighty trio, the band of mortal heroes and their blowing pipes? Worked for her.

“A true gentleman.” There was no drier way to describe him. Somewhere in the depths of her mind, the warrior Poonyah snarled in disagreement.

Still fiddling with the pipe, Aika perked up as the front doors sounded, and a moonlit Saito entered the lounge in a tumult of shadow. His commanding presence fit well with the glum tone of his words, and, despite acknowledging it ages ago, the warning of the nearby full moon hit her like a merciless gust.

“Yeah, and that’s why I want us all to discuss this thing before we’re knee-deep in a shitstorm,” she said to him, beckoning for Ivory to follow as she made her way downstairs. “It’s easy to get a little anxious this time of the month, but it’s bugging me. Speaking of anxious,” she added, frowning, “has anyone seen Yui and Emiko? Those two picked a perfect time to hit the town.”

Knowing Yui’s more… ambitious side, the girl had most likely detoured to a friend’s place for a night; many times this would happen without so much as a call or a text, but Aika had learned to accept it, if only slightly. And Emi, well, she was a fan of this type of deal, the whole stride-after-dark affair. Aika didn’t blame her, but that barely kept distress away from the senior member. Taking out her mobile phone, she sent a brief text to them both, messaging them of what was to come.

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Ivory smiled at Aika and simply responded, "Yeah." She picked up on the concern in Aika's voice and reassured her with a smile, "I'm okay," she added. She looked around the hall it was always cozy and familiar as always and she always felt at home in them. It always made her happy when she was with familiar people here. they were making it to the stairs when they met up with Hiro.

Ivory smiled to Hiro and waved in response to his nod. He was the same as always, something she liked about him, among other things. She always got the feeling he did somethings he wasn't supposed to but she didn't really dare too much. She looked between the two and smiled as Hiro handed Aika a pipe and giggled slightly. "You two are so ridiculous with your toys some time," she said cheerfully. Then she stopped and looked over at Hiro, "What all do you have in you coat anyways?" she asked jokingly.

She merely watched as Hiro left for the lounge and looked back to Aika. She was about to say something when Saito entered the lounge and turned her attention to him. Then she just smiled again and followed Aika like a lost kitten as she lead her down the flight of stairs into the lounge. The lounge was wide open and had a warm feel to the whole room. there were some large couches that were extremely comfortable to sit on Ivory had even dozed off on them once or twice on a slow day. There was a rug in the center of the room and some cherry oak tables, it was well lit and overall just a nice place to be when having a meeting of any kind.

Ivory sat down on a nearby couch as Aika texted Yui and Emi. "Aika just relax I'm sure they'll be back soon," she started to say in a comforting voice motioning for Aika to join her on the couch. "Plus, worse comes to worse they show up late, get an earful and we get to make them do stupid things and hold it over their heads for a month," she explained trying further to help her friend relax from the slight distress she had.

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A man holding a bottle could be seen screaming as his face showed surprise, a man behind him started to speak, or at least he tried as his partner kept screaming, after a moment the man took out a paper fan and hit his partner with all his strength.

Yui smiled a little as her friend started to roll in the floor laughing loudly. “That was the best!! Joke programs kill me!!” As both girls arrived at the apartment to answer the check-call the mood started to feel bad, and somehow sad, to change that they tried to focus on a random show to their luck comedy shows were starting to hit.

“That was pretty nice, dont you think Yui?” Yui nodded, but turned her head to a magazine that was in the floor near her, her friend shooked her head sighing “Maybe you can focus... I mean... eh?” Yui turned her head to her waist, near her right pocket a cellphone hold in her belt started to vibrate a strange event since few number had her number.

“Oh what´s this? Is Yui´s boyfriend calling at this time?” Yui tilted her head to a side wondering who could be calling her, as she thought her friend grabbed her cellphone showing first expectation and then disappointment “Bah! They want you to return to your dorm... I think you got caught.” Yui grabbed the cellphone and read the message, focusing on one word “Meeting... Why do I have a bad feeling about this...” Shrugging her shoulders at the idea of getting caught Yui started to walk to the door of the apartment her friend quickly caught up to her “Ill accompany you to the street.”

Yui traded farewells with her friend and started to walk down the street. After a moment she turned and waved once more to her friend wondering why she was showing a worried smile. For her friend the reason was obvious, Yui was trying to follow the line in the floor without stepping outside it, appearing to be really drunk. “That girl... She´s lucky that my place is near her dorm.”

The girl placed a hand in her right cheek as a worried mother watching at her child going out, Yui in the other hand continue walking randomly. But looking back everytime she could, the sensation of something watching over her was still there and remain until she reached the dorm. After a moment of watching the doors without winking Yui knocked at the door waiting for one of the senpai to open the unavoidable door to the speech “What you did wrong and why must you not do it again.”

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Hiro was silent and distant, standing in detached solitude in front of the lounge's window. This was not because he secretly adored the visage of the cool loner, or that he didn't like his fellow cohorts; it's simply that nobody had spoken to him and he thought a grim atmosphere was what befitted such a meeting. Few were missing now, as many of the other members straggled along one after another. Placid eyes observed everyone in the room, including a brief glance at a nearby mirror at himself.

He blew on his pipe, causing bubbles to float up, only to burst a little distance away. Hiro did his best to give a thoughtful expression, as if in meaningful ponder, despite being uncertain if this was the expected expression for such an event. Should he be more upbeat? To contrast with the impeding danger? Or should be more scared? In accordance with the impeding danger? Hiro was not sure. He never encountered this kind of situation before for experience to be much help and...to be frank, he had no real natural emotions to call upon instinctively. Everyone else knew when they were happy, when they were sad or angry; Hiro did not. He felt nothing, he was but a sequence of actions and inactions. This was why he tried so hard to adapt to his surroundings. At least, he felt he should be feeling something.

He decided upon cautious optimism.

"We will have to be strong enough, we will have to be prepared," He said simply, in neither an inspiring nor a melodramatic tone. It was like he was saying "How was the weather?". Perhaps though, what he found particularly necessary was, "We need a leader," A leader. They had gotten by without one since the enemies were not particular formidable. Yet. However, if the full moon foretold of danger as they believed; then one would be necessary to take command, to lead and to make those heart beat decisions.

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Saito's eyes scanned the people of the room. When he heard what Hiro had to say, he smirked.

"A....leader, huh? Hmph, fine, do as you all wish it matters not to me. All that matters is ending this threat as soon as possible, and learning who is pulling the threads behind the scenes." He sighed as he pushed off the wall he was leaning on. "I care not who decides to lead, however, if they prove incompetent, I will do as I always do and fight alone. Now, I am aware everyone can take care of themselves, yet a faulty leader can get your allies killed. Remember that." He grabbed his nodachi and started to leave. "I am retiring to my room. You can fill me in on the important details tomorrow. Good night." He said with a wave as he left the room.

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Mayari Ruriko walked slowly down the empty streets. The dark hour had just ended, and as usual, she had slaughted many shadows. She had lost count after thirty. To her, killing was the only way left to express herself, to prove she was important. She made her impact with every kill. As she walked, a group of shady men encircled her as she cut through a dark alley. They whistled as they stared at her.

"Whew, lookin' good there. A hotty like you come over this way to say hi?" One of the punks asked. Another one pointed to the wicked scythe in her hand.
"She must be a cosplayer or sumthin'...Look at that crazy get up." The first punk smirked.
"Hey its all good to me. I love that lolita look..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. "Just stay still and don't scream, and I won't have to cut ya. It'll all be over quick..." He moved tword her with the knife. It was then when she started laughing, quietly at first, then loudly, almost maniacally. "Eh, what the hell is wrong with you? You into this stuff or sum-" He sentenced was cut off, as was his head. Blood dripped off of her scythe, and a wicked grin grew on Mayari's face.

"H-Holy shit! That thing is real?!" The secong punk yelled. He was next, as the scythe blade struck into his chest, and went upwards. The others tried to run, when Mayari softly opened her lips. "Tsu...kuyomi." With those words a woman clad with blue and wings of steel appeared behind her, flying past her in a flash. Tsukuyomi instantly caught up to the remaining two punks, cutting their escape off. She held a massive scythe in her hands, which she swung around, cutting the two men in half. Tsukuyomi disappeared as Mayari stepped past their broken bodies.

"Such a beautiful night tonight...I can't wait for the moon to be full, then, I can have plenty of fun." She laughed as she continued down the street, with no real destination in mind.

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She lay quietly, motionless and unblinking. Soft blades of grass prickled against her sprawled limbs, tickling the pale skin of her legs and bending to their shape. A single hand, with it’s palm facing bare to the canopy of foliage above occasionally flicked a finger into the soft dirt, tapping the wild soil in broken rhythms and beats. Her other hand stretched somewhere to the left of her head, where it remained as still as a fallen puppet’s, only to spring to life at odd intervals merely to pick mindlessly at her sleeve, unwinding the threads for brief periods of time.

Her hair was long and black, like blinding and lightless nights. It spiraled and twisted chaotically amongst the spawn of earth, weaving through grass and curling around flowers, becoming a part of them, like them. And at the center of this sprawling blackness was the face of a child, her face obscured by midnight’s shadow and her eyes blocked by her own personal night – darker than any natural hour of shadows.

Her eyes gazed through to the sky past the canopy above, seeing nothing but continuing her persisting stare nevertheless. She might as well have been blind for all she saw, for all she ignored – cars driving over a nearby road and insects buzzing and fluttering overhead. At one point, a wandering kitten had apparently decided to make a bed of her skirt, and was now sleeping soundly on the soft fabric, completely beyond the girl’s zone of attention (as were most things). Even the Dark Hour had passed with not so much as a blink of recognition from her, and what few Shadows came her way received just as much attention.

A random breeze blew by – not uncommon for the island. There had been many gusts since she first laid down. But that was of little consequence. Unpredictable but repetitive phenomenons often bring about sudden results, heralding the sensation of randomness and chaos – impartial forces of nature.
Chouko Unmei stood.

Her grass below her body loosened and took their breaths, and the kitten on her stomach fell to the ground irritably, bounding away as quickly as it came. Chouko took little notice, instead becoming inexplicably fascinated by what appeared to be a cluster of air molecules hovering a centimeter away from her nose. No sooner than three minutes into her examination however, she abruptly twirled in place, pivoting wordlessly until she found herself facing the road – a curved stretch of cement lit only by the occasional rusty streetlight. She gazed at it’s solid path for yet another stretch of time, both confused and curious. Her finger twirled about a loose strand of hair, her eyes blankly watching the path, as if waiting for it to speak, and when she finally satisfied herself with the fact that it would not she firmly planted her feet upon the gritty stone. She walked along it’s clear cut path with all the attention she could muster, and with that, Chouko was off.

Her walk, though peaceful, was often interrupted. There were several occasions during which Chouko would fascinate herself with a passing butterfly or flower, only to find herself losing track of said butterfly (or plant), and finally encountering a familiar sense of franticness as she attempted to realign herself with the road.


She eventually came to the conclusion that she had long since left the outskirts of town, and had at some point entered a more urbanized setting. The trees became sparse, the passing cars more common, and the ground was trodden with evidence of footsteps – all signs of a nearby town. At one point she even managed to confirm the presence of a manmade structure of some sort, after inadvertently establishing a very intimate relationship between said structure and the softer part of her face (after due deliberation, she happily determined that the structure was well built to withstand collision, given that it was very, very hard).

She heard then, voices. Not very loud, hushed even, but amplified to the point of notice by night’s silence. A series of whispers, deep breaths. A metallic click. Laughter. Something falling into a puddle. Screaming.
Something erupted from the shadow cast wedge between two buildings, mostly ignored by Chouko. They might as well have been ants crawling from dirt for all she noticed, and usually such occurrences would merely slip past her notice. This event too would be ignored, were it not for one very particular detail.

It caught Chouko’s eye, snatched her full attention. A winged woman, wielding a great scythe, emerged very suddenly from the depths of the unseen, catching up to whatever previously emerged and taking a single arcing swing, only to vanish as quickly as it had appeared. A human soon took her place; a girl dressed in white, with a very similar armament.

Chouko ran. Apparently, from one side of the street to the other. How she managed to climb atop and over at least one parked car in a fraction of a second was a mystery best left ignored – Chouko ignored it, certainly. She ignored everything except the girl in white, exemplified by the apparent need to maintain a distance of no more than a dozen inches, while maintaining an expression usually reserved for infants observing overhead light bulbs. To her, everything else was now a moot point – the buildings, the hair in front of her eyes, the dampness surrounding her feet, the nosebleed she recently acquired – all moot points.

The flurry of questions was instant, appearing just as suddenly as the asker herself - she gazed endearingly at the back of Mayari's head.

“…? A Persona? It was, wasn’t it? Wasn’t that a Persona?”

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"What are perfect, ominous moon tonight..."

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Eiji Kuroda

"Just as the stars illuminate the night, so do I shine light on the Shadows. The darkness shall keep no more secrets..."

Character Portrait: Emiko Ohayashi
Emiko Ohayashi

"I follow the Light...!"

Character Portrait: Ayakou Sabumidori
Ayakou Sabumidori

"The world is confusing; my power makes sense of it. I won't let anything take that away from me."

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Hiro Setsumi

"We still have far to go. Hurry up, guys, I won't carry you even if you beg me to. Okay, I will,"

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Ivory Steinbach

"Words have strength, don't throw them around lightly."

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Steven Earnhardt

"Today, and everyday, you choose between knowledge and happiness. I chose knowledge."

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Yui Shitsue

"I must work har... Ah look a bird..."

Character Portrait: Aika Yukimura
Aika Yukimura

"Guys, it's only a murder."

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Character Portrait: Ivory Steinbach
Ivory Steinbach

"Words have strength, don't throw them around lightly."

Character Portrait: Kumi
Kumi

"Okay, lets finish this...Eros!"

Character Portrait: Mayari Ruriko
Mayari Ruriko

"What are perfect, ominous moon tonight..."

Character Portrait: Aika Yukimura
Aika Yukimura

"Guys, it's only a murder."

Character Portrait: Ayakou Sabumidori
Ayakou Sabumidori

"The world is confusing; my power makes sense of it. I won't let anything take that away from me."

Character Portrait: Yui Shitsue
Yui Shitsue

"I must work har... Ah look a bird..."

Character Portrait: Chouko Unmei
Chouko Unmei

"...?"

Character Portrait: Hiro Setsumi
Hiro Setsumi

"We still have far to go. Hurry up, guys, I won't carry you even if you beg me to. Okay, I will,"

Character Portrait: Emiko Ohayashi
Emiko Ohayashi

"I follow the Light...!"

Character Portrait: Steven Earnhardt
Steven Earnhardt

"Today, and everyday, you choose between knowledge and happiness. I chose knowledge."

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Character Portrait: Yui Shitsue
Yui Shitsue

"I must work har... Ah look a bird..."

Character Portrait: Aika Yukimura
Aika Yukimura

"Guys, it's only a murder."

Character Portrait: Eiji Kuroda
Eiji Kuroda

"Just as the stars illuminate the night, so do I shine light on the Shadows. The darkness shall keep no more secrets..."

Character Portrait: Ivory Steinbach
Ivory Steinbach

"Words have strength, don't throw them around lightly."

Character Portrait: Kumi
Kumi

"Okay, lets finish this...Eros!"

Character Portrait: Ayakou Sabumidori
Ayakou Sabumidori

"The world is confusing; my power makes sense of it. I won't let anything take that away from me."

Character Portrait: Chouko Unmei
Chouko Unmei

"...?"

Character Portrait: Emiko Ohayashi
Emiko Ohayashi

"I follow the Light...!"

Character Portrait: Mayari Ruriko
Mayari Ruriko

"What are perfect, ominous moon tonight..."

Character Portrait: Steven Earnhardt
Steven Earnhardt

"Today, and everyday, you choose between knowledge and happiness. I chose knowledge."


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Re: OOC: Memento Mori: Persona III: Memento Mori

I'm working on a Persona based RP that will take place several years after the 4th Golden game. Seeing how many played here, placing this post to see if any survivors are interested in a creative Persona RP. PM me for any questions or such.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

Lolis make the best henchmen. The more you know~

Good on ya, mates. I'll try to move this gravy train before I'm shipped to Minnysoter. I've basically been having mental breakdowns over how all the comic artists there may be better than me. Yeeeeah, that's just sweet.

Hoo

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

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So my post is nearly a week late. But fun fact? It got deleted once. Not that my taking insufficient safety measures is an excuse or anything, but you should all totally feel sorry for me.

Another, albeit off topic, fun fact. Through an unnatural act of greatness usually reserved for harem series, all of Kaito's / Kimiko's PC henchmen are cute teenage girls. The more you know.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

xD I was always around, just waiting and watching. And not logging in until posting is needed. I'll sink with this ship, if it comes to it.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

As long as the people who are here now remain, then this RP will do fine...

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

This may just be me being stupidly optimistic, but a roleplay isn't dead unless someone says so, right? The only two who have seen a prolonged absence have been Cantabile, who isn't vital for progression, and Victim, who hasn't been seen at all. It's nice to see you again, akito. I'll go ahead and PM Litria Death to see if she still wants to participate. Another user also expressed interest in joining, so I'll get back to him as well.

I realize that I haven't said anything helpful at all. Yep.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

I'll post when I get back from work.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

Hmm...Sure that would be fine. Anything to progress the story.

Hoo

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

Azure, maybe you'd settle for a meeting with Ayakou or Chouko? Or both? Neither of them are really doing anything at the moment, and Kaito's in France right now.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

Agree with Azure for us SEES members the main issue is the meeting (main reason for going in a different direction, going back to headquarters was earlier than I expected, but meh... is the same). Anyways let´s hope we can pass from there.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

I see what you mean...I am currently waiting on the meeting to finish up, and seeing as certain characters have been absent for almost a month, I say we just progress without them, seeing it is obvious they have quit. In my opinion, if we can get past the meeting then we can continue smoothly. Also, as I said before, my second character was created to be your ally, so introduce yourself to her as you will.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

I’m a bit depressed to see that this role-play is on the verge of death due to inactivity. At first I wanted to blame myself, but I haven’t really been interacting with anyone but Lady Ethereal so I don’t see a big problem in my failing to make another post yet. I’ve been a bit busy with my classes which I have to finish today so things should pick back up in the next week or so and balance out. Hopefully I can catch up in posting before my next class starts in July. Anyway, I hope everyone who is participating in this role-play will begin their posts here shortly!

~ Maestro ~

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

*smiles* welcome back TaeTae oh and send me a note on your rp account on D.A. so I can look at it more I losteded it.

And at least you know you have me to kick your butt in gear! lol

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

Posted. Finally. I apologize so, so dearly for the rather freakish stall; things are so hectic around here that writing has, quite frankly, been the last thing on my mind, but who wants an excuse when you can cut the crap? So I hope you guys are still around. I know I am.

Azure, I accepted your second character. =) Feel free to post with her and add some much-needed wickedness to this shizz. I also gave the thumbs-up to Hoobear.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

Hmm...well seeing as the Moon is still open then I'll just take that one, as it works for my character perfectly...

Hoo

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

You're a lifesaver, Maestro.
So I finished that character and sent it to Tae.
Remember? That male, fatalist character that I wasn't going to spend too much time on? With the Moon Arcana?

It's a female character that took at least a week, who's going to have the Hanged Man Arcana.
She's not a fatalist. But her personality is pretty fitting considering my thought process at the time. At least she's still most definitely an antagonist.


Yeah, Azure. I wish you luck with that.

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

I was thinking about making another character who is an antagonist, who would work for Kaito, seeing as Maestro could use more people to interact with...that is if he would go for it of course...

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

Well I have some amazing news to share with all of you. Wait for it... wait for it... I posted! Don’t everyone clap and congratulate me at once. Anyway I hope you enjoy it even though I think I might have derailed in the end a bit. Overall though it is a good post and I hope it will get things moving more. So let’s do this everyone! Start posting now before I kill you all! Bwahaha.

~ Maestro ~

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

Still here as well, waiting for the meeting to be over and whatnot. Would someone mind PMing me when time enters the next Dark Hour? Thanks much if you can. =)

Re: Memento Mori: A Persona III Roleplay (OOC/Open!)

No, don’t worry; it won’t die as long as we’re all on the same page. Some of us are busy, but that doesn’t mean this idea has to crash and burn because of it. I plan to begin my post tomorrow in the midst of my class, so be on the lookout for it either late in the evening or early the next morning. A lot going on tomorrow but I might as well get it done while I’m at it. Been a bit slacking lately since I’ve had so much going on – so been a bit overwhelmed. Sorry if I’m holding anyone up but the only person to interact with really is Lady Ethereal so I don’t see why I should – but nonetheless, will post!

~ Maestro ~

P.S.

Really, I will post.