Community [March 2025 ComEvent] Isekh High - Group 1: After Hours

Femboy · Mar 16, 2025

Group 1
Eeriel Spoiled Bread
Aiko Skyswimsky
Lona Morgan Revi
Ophánia Ayr Faynorae
Echoette SilverFeathers
Marcus Banecroft Maverick Six
Stormbreaker Cutiefly
Miiya Aether Irihi
Luca Blazeheart DragonSlayer57
Jethro Noiren Rev IX
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Nighty night to the rest of the world! At least, a certain except few had found themselves present at Isekh High long after its' lessons should be over and its' gate closed. The lights are off, every hall and classroom dead silent and empty where usual foot-traffic and liveliness of students and staff alike should possess. A silent, somewhat creepy eeriness of the liminal space. Though, it possessed as such a massive and expansive free space to do anything, uninterrupted by the likes of the outside world or others going about their business.

Whether those here got permission to be here for some sort of use of the school's facilities while everyone else was gone, some sort of club or work that gave them permission to be here, or even had snuck in without any permission at all, the empty building of Isekh High was a blank canvas and playground to anyone who had managed themselves the blessing of being able to be here without such supervision.

Although, there was always common school rumors. Hauntings, ghosts, creepy monsters that inhabited the school if you did certain things, went certain places, or were here way past when you were supposed to. Beware any creepy noises, or strange things you might notice, and make sure you clean up afterwards. You don't want staff catching on to you messing about or doing what you shouldn't, and getting in trouble.

Revi · Mar 16, 2025

Interactions:

Miss Lona Morgan - Chemistry Teacher

There were plenty of things Lona could have been doing on a weekend. Kicking back with a good book, enjoying a night out at some quiet bar with some yakisoba takeout on the way back to her modest apartment, or - more realistically - grading a stack of exams with a bottle of saké and her cat, Garrick, for company.

Instead, she was here.

At the school.

At night.

She adjusted her grip on the small flashlight she had swiped from the chemistry lab. The school at night had a presence, one of those liminal, hollow feelings where the silence wasn't quite right. A place meant to be filled with life, now emptied, its echoes lingering in the walls like ghosts of routine and memory. Not that she believed in ghosts. ...Not that she didn't either.

Lona had a very good reason for being here after hours. The chemical lab inventory needed updating, and as the only person remotely competent enough to keep students from accidentally recreating the more disastrous elements of a crime scene in her lab, the task had naturally fallen to her. Usually, she would have gotten it done during regular hours. Still, there just hadn't been time between tutoring, extra prep for exams, lesson planning, and playing referee in the ongoing saga of high school drama.

So here she was, but the silence had stretched too long, and her mind had started weaving stories into the stillness. She turned the flashlight down the hallway, the beam cutting through the dim.

"Why does it feel like a bad horror movie setup?"

The logical answer was that she was overthinking it. The less rational part of her - the one that had grown up hearing old urban legends - couldn't help but entertain the idea that something about the school felt different at night. Rumours about hauntings, monsters, weird things that only appeared when the halls were empty... It was nonsense. Obviously.

Lona didn't see anyone yet, but she could feel it - those small tells in the air, the way sound carried strangely in the halls, the faintest sensation of someone else's presence lingering beyond her vision. She exhaled sharply through her nose, get ahold of yourself, and gripped the flashlight a little tighter. If this was some group of students using the after-hours access to mess around where they shouldn't, she was going to be sooo unimpressed. At best, it was kids sneaking around. At worst? She'd have to add breaking and entering to her list of school headaches.

"Alright," she muttered to herself. "Let's see who's lurking where they shouldn't be."

Skyswimsky · Mar 16, 2025

Aiko

< Human > | < Mundane >

The Brain Swap Bento Box.
The Tuesday Curse.
The Mystery of the Talking Deer.
The Midnight-Mind-Thief.
The Cursed Usagi Headband.

The school had many weird, and unresolved, rumors. Yet it was those very same mysteries that attracted even greater minds. And while the completely humanoid Aiko wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, she acquired access to quite a lot of group chats. Like a Dark Knight lurking silently in the night, it was one particular group chat that piqued the occult-loving girl's interest.

Starting as a simple group dedicated to uncover the hidden truth behind the school's enigmatic vice president, the unknown admin shared plenty of theories and a trickle of evidence of the Vice President being an awful person. Yet never more... until today.

'Operation Rabbit Hole', was the current name of the group, and with it came instructions on finding irrefutable evidence of the Vice President's terrible schemes. Step One was simple. Get to Yume's Desk and find the key for a door in the basement that the white-hair seemed to possess! Of course, what was also of importance was the use of protective headgear. A biker helmet padded with tinfoil inside.

Thus, Aiko found herself in an eerie and empty classroom, rummaging through the desk of the school's Vice President: Yume...

Faynorae · Mar 16, 2025

[School Diva]

The Daughters of Eve – A Thousand Stars ♫

The warm-light from within the Musical♡Theatre Club Room contrasted starkly with the dark and gloomy, empty hallways of the schoolbuilding. The light shone through the windows into the hallway, making it very clear that the room was in use. Ophánia was only scared of one thing and it definitely wasn't the dark. Her skin, hair and eyes all shimmered and gave off a pale glow during the night, which was a reason why Ophánia preferred the night to the day. However, the room's light was necessary for the operations of the clubroom tonight. The 60s music playing on Ophánia's CD-player drowned out the ambience of the wind, sudden hawking of birds and any other creepy noise which could make one's heart stop—it was one of the many assorted songs her dad burnt onto the CD.

Although to anyone outside of the clubroom; hearing the old, old music echoing from around the corner of a dark hallway would be rather unnerving. Who else would be playing a song they had never once heard of besides a vengeful ghost who died 50 years ago because of some tragic reason.

Well anyway, Ophánia had been sitting there, pushing the next button until she found a song she had not heard in a while. She wanted to listen to something before getting to work; but then, her phone buzzed on her desk. Picking it up, she checked the cover screen; a message, one from the student council president, Hikari. Ophánia smiled as she read it, and quickly flipped her phone open and started tapping away her reply.

Recipient

them

Ophenia-senpai! ✨ Do you want to go karaoke later? I’m thinking of dragging Noelle with me! 🎤💖

me

ttww, of course! (♡°▽°♡)

me

will fly over when me & ekoet finish painting the props 4 the play~~ ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

me

Ekoet can come 2? It will be SO fun~!! \(☆▽☆)/

^{※ttww = thats the wind's wings (Sylph slang, equivalent to the bee's knees)}
Ophánia flipped her phone closed once she was done typing the message. Why on earth was the [School's Diva], [Idol Trainee] and [Leader of Musical♡Theatre Club] staying behind so late today? Well, it was obvious. To finish the props, costumes and settings for the stageplay of course! They were just about done, so Ophánia wanted to make sure to get them at least half-way done by the end of the day (or well night)—95% would mean only 5% of work left, meaning with everyone there to help tomorrow, they'd be done in a breeze! She had gotten permission from Miss Redhalia after all.

However, notwithstanding her thespian talents, immense singing prowess and incredible technique in dance—Ophánia had little to not talent in the arts. Which was why she needed a lot of help from one of their newest members, Echoette, who was comparatively better than Ophánia in all regard when it came to arts and crafts. Ophánia put down her phone and looked at the silk dress hanging from the clothing rack. It was the main character's dress in the second act where she's turned into a human and Ophánia's task was easy—all she had to do was glue rhinestones here and there on the dress like small little polka dots that would make it glitter in the spotlights.

But Ophánia had searched to and fro all over her yellow desk and the b-7000 tube was no where to be found. She smiled looking at her mess of a desk, littered with her signature puffball pen and heart-shaped notepad; cream-blush; lip-gloss and lip-tint; makeup brushes; her fluffy pencil-bag; vials of glitter; pretty letter-writing paper and the jar of rhinestones she was supposed to glue on the desk—if only the glue was on the desk in the first place. Where was the glue? It wasn't under the desk nor was it stuck to the ceiling. Ophánia checked the shelves and all she found was spools of ribbons and streamers and garlands. No sight of the glue. Glue was incredibly important in bedazzling stage-costumes—after all, sometimes sequins and beadwork didn't have the same razzle-dazzle as rhinestones did.

She breathed a sigh and finally decided maybe bothering Echoette was a good idea, although she didn't want to bother the fawn—it was rude to bother people when they were busy, a las, she called out; "E-cho-ette~♫" She emphasized each syllable, "Do you mayhaps have the b-7000?" She asked cheerfully, speaking as she would usually speak with any other person.

Interactions – Echoette (

SilverFeathers ); Anyone near the clubroom enough to hear the music.
Mentions – Redhalia (

Develius ); Hikari (

Moonberry )

Cutiefly · Mar 16, 2025

Stormbreaker

Commissioned Art by Feerocomics. Art is credited here.

Real Name: Arashi Sato
Age:
36 (at the time of death in previous world)
6 (currently)
15 (physically)
42 (chronologically)
Height: 6"3
Titles: Human, Draconian

Racial:
Human - Normal human, plain and featureless. A blank slate full of potential.
Draconian - Humans with dragon heritage descended from the dragonborn. The bloodline is heavily diluted, leaving their appearance mostly human, but it grants them superior physical abilities, superhuman healing, magical aptitude, and, more rarely, partial draconic transformation.

Skill Related:
Pro Hero - Character is a former pro hero in their pre-isekai'd life. They protected innocents and kept the peace.

Magic Catalyst [Organ] | D Grade | 42 Points
- Fire today, who knows tomorrow? Good thing it’s fireproof. Probably.
Armored Dragon's Armor | D Grade | 21 Points
- Perfect for any vigilante trying to look menacing and mysterious on a budget. Although the paint on it isn't the best. Caution: may come with the side effect of looking dark and brooding.
Natural Weapon [Body] | E Grade | 28 Points
- Knock, knock! Who’s there? Justice!
Hero's Claymore | E Grade | 14 Points
- It’s a sword. Big, heavy, and... not much else to say. If you need to slice through a bunch of stuff, this'll do the job. Though it’s not very good at making small talk.
Dragon Scale [Natural Heavy Armor] | D Grade | 42 Points
- Natural scaled dragon armor. It's heavy.

Nobody expected the Draconian to lurk around the classrooms at night time. Given how she was supposed to do detention and how she skipped that to go do other shit. She found herself back in the school, however in her vigilante outfit. Nobody could see through that, however, given how nobody could see her face from her helmet. Her black and purple armor definitely stood out from everyone else. Nobody would know who she was because of this, or so she hoped. So she snuck in through the window of the chemistry classroom, making sure to not make much noise whatsoever. What she didn't expect was Miss Morgan walking down the hall with a flashlight. The draconian made sure to sneak up behind her, although silent.

When the draconian was close, she made herself known. Not like the teacher would know it was her, from the muffled and distorted voice that came through her helmet, plus she intentionally made her voice deeper. Not to mention she looked fairly intimidating now.

"Going somewhere?" She spoke. "I do suggest you start running. Would make this much more fun, don't you think~." She said in such a serious tone of voice.

Irihi

Revi

Maverick Six · Mar 16, 2025

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction: ???
Titles: Human (Mundane), Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military E, Abomination Fighter, Rico's Roughneck, Peacekeeper, Expert Spearman
Language Key: Common | [Terran] |

The Library

Hours ago had been loud with sounds of thunder, teleporting, super speed, balls and singing. His blood rang hot with the fierce competition against worthy adversaries. However time was short, and things in the game were left unresolved. Strangely enough, the man had a notable amount of endurance which humans were known for and yet, it appeared that he had focused it elsewhere. Unlike where he was, this place was quiet.

Sitting atop a wooden chair that seemed almost ill suited to his metal covered form, Marcus was in the school's library. One could see a single light that shone upon his homework. Stacks of books sat at his side. While the others had gone off to the entertainment district, Marcus found that he had a great need to study. While he couldn't claim to be the smartest, he would receive good grades through nothing more than sheer force of will and odd comfort in being alone as he labored away at a task. Though some books of history and philosophy, interested him greatly and came more naturally. Other subjects required more mental bruteforcing.

Through sheer time and will however, he got through.

Tuft.

The last book was closed. Written papers were stuffed neatly into folders. And the pen was put down. He was finished. And soon his mind would be emptied of calculus and english -- leaving it to wander elsewhere.

I can hardly remember the time a Fae has ever approached me. What a strange girl that was? And her song. I can't claim to have been touched from any such music in my homeland....

He never really had the time to follow up. There was an interest he'd had in storytelling assuredly. Yet never could he claim that it had been stronger. Was it inspiration? Or something else?

Idly, he'd place his books away exactly where he'd found them -- his movements filling the library with sounds of metal against metal. Eventually he returned and grabbed his bookbag. His hard earned homework was placed there as he also retrieved both his Spear and Gladius styled sword. The spear was carried with a sheath around it's blade and around his hip was his sword. And finally on his back was his bookbag.

The Hallway

He was ready to leave, though he'd heard that others still yet remained. Part of him wondered if Ophenia was still here. Maybe he'd take her up on her offer. Decisions decisions.

Clack....Clack....Clack.

He walked the halls, his movements anything but quiet as his approached was signaled to practically anyone there. Despite this however, the man-at-arms could be quite perceptive [Perception F] and was difficult to ambush [Resilient: Surprise].

Ever alert, something had caught his eye.

Skyswimsky

Encounter

"You there." His voice boomed across the classroom. A familiar figure stood at the door in the form of a student wearing full plate armor. She'd seen him earlier. Bronze-colored armor, a blood-red plume attached to the back of it, and a bestial visage that hid the humanity of the man within. The only thing given to her to relate to would be the eyes beneath. He stood with arms crossed as he entered the classroom and approached the suspicious figure -- keeping a stand-off of several feet. His voice announcing his presence and armor clattering near constantly.

"I've not seen you around here before." He said.

"I'd have recognized a fellow helmet wearer! Finally. One who expresses their cultural garb unashamed just as I." There was an odd jollyness in his voice, as he motioned to himself. Despite having seen her before, it seemed that he didn't know who she was due to said helmet.

"Tell me, what are you doing here....? Are you lost....?" He looked about the classroom and her hands, trying to get a read on the situation and come to a conclusion as to what was occurring. She appeared to be rummaging through something....

Irihi · Monday at 11:57 AM

Something Sinister

Mentions: M Metty

Revi

Isekhigh is not a new school, it has--in one form or another--existed for more than a century. Thousands upon thousands of students and staff have labored within the walls of the school. The buildings and grounds have undergone renovations and updates. Though the paint might change, though rooms might be sealed or wings torn down and rebuilt, the spirits of the place endure. As with anywhere people congregate, there are countless histories of triumphs, romance, failures, and heartbreaks great and small.

There is also a history of death. More than one life has ended in violence on these hallowed grounds, some by their own hand, and some allegedly by their own hand. Isekhigh has its share of ghosts, and the living still pass down their histories.

Like the rumor of The Black Teacher, Kuroi-sensei; Miss Ayumi Kuroda. Most students only knew a few rumors about The Black Teacher. It was said that she roamed the school’s nighttime hallways in the annex built where the old wing had been demolished, looking for other troubled souls to drag to hell. For a while it had been popular for groups of bullies to pick out friendless, isolated students and confine them in dark places, calling for Kuroi-sensei to come haunt them until they took their own lives.

That was how Miss Lona Morgan had first heard of The Black Teacher; from a terrified student she found locked in the broom closet of the chemistry lab after hours. The poor bullied girl had been frightened half to death, sure that Miss Morgan WAS Kuroi-sensei come to collect her soul.

While Lona had put an end to that sort of bullying in her classrooms, her curiosity had been piqued. She’d read about Miss Ayumi Kuroda when she came across her story in an old yellowed copy of the school newspaper, found tucked away under some truly out-of-date textbooks. Written by students, the article was long on speculation and short on facts. All that was really known was that the remains of Miss Kuroda had been found on school grounds in a now-demolished classroom. Though the consensus was that her life had ended in suicide, the circumstances surrounding her death were suspicious.

It was not a reassuring article.

There are undeniable energies in the world, especially in places like Isekhigh--full of life and noise during the day but fading into silence and a void of presences as afternoon turns to night. Some cultures separate these energies into positive and negative. Positive energies are those given off by happy, friendly warm people, places, and things. A black dog wagging its tail is an example of a nexus of positive energy. Certain feelings, thoughts, and things avoid, or can be driven away by positive energies.

Negative energies, on the other hand, attract things, invite them in, open the mind and the heart to them--allow the unseen to become seen, even if the seer would much prefer not.

The empty halls of Isekhigh were brimming with negative energy.

Perhaps that was what Miss Lona Morgan sensed.

Loneliness is negative. It creates a void of spirit, a nesting place for that which lurks. Miss Morgan had stayed late more than once at the school, working into the dim evening hours when the warning caws of the crows--announcing the gathering darkness of night fell silent after the sun fled behind the horizon. Perhaps on one of those late nights of lonely toil, something--pulled by the void around her--had followed her home. Perhaps that which follows did not like the light and warmth of Lona’s apartment. Maybe that was the flickering of the light Lona had perceived behind closed eyelids.

Showering in an empty apartment can sometimes be an exercise in terror, when the mind is left to wander. There’s nothing there--you know there’s not--beyond the drip-speckled glass fogged by steam. See how the blurred lines of the bathroom are undarkened by any foreign presence? It’s perfectly fine, but perhaps I’ll keep my eyes open while I wash my hair, all the same.

And once you start to stare, you dare not look away. That dark blur in the corner; that is the hamper. I know it. I’m alone here.

All alone.

And the time comes to wash your face. You must close your eyes. It’s fine, stop being silly.

No matter how quickly you scrub, no matter how brief the rinse; the mind explodes with terrible threats that must be lurking just beyond the frosted glass.

And the light dims.

The heat of the water does nothing to the thrill that prickles across your skin. It’s just a brown-out, old ****ty wiring in this old ****ty flat. Soap-stung eyes are forced open and--you were right--there’s nothing there.

Silly.

The wine helps you sleep. It anesthetizes you ~~against that which lurks~~, keeps the feeling of being watched in your bed from lifting your gaze from the glowing screen as you doomscroll yourself into blessed oblivion.

Don’t look. There’s nothing out there in the darkness. Just keep scrolling until the screen blurs, and your eyes close, and your hand falls to your side, the phone hitting the bedspread with a muffled thud.

…

Just before the figure in the hallway spoke to her, Lona’s phone vibrated in her pocket.

Extreme battery saver.
21:33, Until 21:45, 2%

Because ~~it had made her forget~~ she’d forgotten the charging cable, again.

There was no it of course. It was all in her head. Kuroi-sensei wasn’t roaming the halls or haunting Miss Morgan. She wasn’t stronger or angrier here, near the chemistry classroom, built upon the spot where her life had ended long ago.

Silly.

There came the sound of a crash of shattering glass in the chemistry room. Whenever Miss Lona Morgan returned there, she would find every cabinet and drawer flung wide open.

A beaker was broken upon the floor, where it had fallen from a shelf.

Nothing else was disturbed within the open cabinets. None of the chemicals were missing. The test tubes and bunsen burners pipettes and droppers were all in place. Every tool was where it should be.

Except one scalpel.

But maybe that had already been missing before tonight.

SilverFeathers · Monday at 2:20 PM

Echoette (#d6c6ff)

Faynorae

With her cervine legs folded neatly beneath her, Echoette was sat in her little corner on the floor, trying not to take up too much space as she worked away. Various bits and bobs surrounded her, including paints, brushes, cutting tools, feathers and other adornments, each organised well into little rows or piles. Most noticeable were the finished props sat in a line close to the wall, each freshly painted and waiting to dry on top of some newspaper. In front of her lay giant pieces of pink fleece, one of which was held in her hand alongside a shaky needle.

Despite the spooky time of day, Echo felt oddly at peace, and thankful. Being able to spend all day with someone she looked up to? It was like a dream come true.

Although a little giddy, fidgety and nervous internally, wanting to do her best to impress Ophánia, it was nice. And she didn't feel forced to hold up a conversation or anything either. The bright lights, blaring music and casual company admist the darkness made it feel like a little safe haven. And um... the longer she could avoid going home, the better.

Textiles was definitely not her specialty, with her face visually scrunched up in concentration as she tried to perfect her stitches. Her hyper focus could honestly be rather scary, with hours often flying by without her knowledge. She had already finished most of her favourite bits of making the props. They weren't quite perfect in her mind, but she knew if she kept looking at that pixel-off misalignment on the flower pot, she would be here all night remaking it. She knew that her brain was weird, finding it easiest and the most fun to visualize things mentally in 3D and map out dimensions that way, including for the clothing she was sewing right now.

She was going to be a big pink sheep in the play, and this would be her costume, so she wanted it as covering as possible. Although... she did feel terrible that she had to use so much material just because of her size. She also only had like two lines and would be more in the background than anything... but that didn't stop the nerves bubbling in her stomach, tempting her to just call in sick right now, two weeks early.

Mentally doing the calculations for the next cut in her head, Echo was violently startled by the sudden sound of her name.

And no, she didn't just prick her finger with the needle. She compelted scraped it across the side of her palm in her clumsiness. Droplets of blood trickled out of the gash immediately. But although the fawn flinched, she didn't make a sound of pain, staring blankly at the wound for a moment before reacting. Afraid of getting blood on something important like an idiot, she quickly tried to wipe the blood, only to smear it further across her fingers. Panicking further, not wanting to leave Ophánia waiting either, she tried to just use her saliva to clean it off, unaware that she had now left blood smeared across the side of her mouth too.

Quickly turning to face her idol, she gave her a little smile before immediately spotting what she was looking for. "Oh u-um... no.... I think it's under your notepad O-Ophi." She awkwardly pointed a slightly bloody finger towards her heart-shaped notepad, vaguely recalling Ophánia placing it on top of something in her search for something else earlier. Because of her stuttering, Echoette tended to shorten people's names if she could. And so far Ophánia hadn't complained, so she hoped her little nickname was okay.

Faynorae · Monday at 4:35 PM

[School Diva]

Ophánia was incredibly greatful to Echoette; all the other club members left only a few hours afterschool, but she decided to stay behind until dark with the sylph. Ophánia could tell what Echoette especially liked doing, what she believed she was good and what she didn't. Despite that, she did her best to do whatever was needed at the time, she was even finishing up her own costume—the same couldn't be said for the rest of the group members. Most people only wanted to do what they knew they can do great, but in reality, Ophánia believed that the process of making something; how you pour all your heart and effort into a piece, was what mattered most. The end product could be destroyed or damaged, but the experiences you shared and the things you learnt stayed with you forever.

Ophánia turned with a smile to Echoette, "Thank you—" She stopped immediately in her twirling turn toward the cervine, an incredible shrill and loud whistle spilling from her lips. It was what a sylph sounded like when they were startled. She dashed to Echoette in a glitz, "Your hand—" Ophánia crouched, leveling herself with Echoette and holding the cervine's hand, "oh my, you are bleed far too much, it hurts so..." The sylph frowned, almost seeming as though she was about to cry with her eyes all wet and glittery. "Even the smallest things can have a profound impact on someone, or the world even—" She lifted her head and smiled at her junior, "Most fortunately, it is nought I cannot handle!"

She cleared her throat with an "Ahem, ahem" but did not warm up her vocals. The music blaring in the background slowly seemed to quiet, in truth, it did not at all quiet. It was the sounds around them had been isolated, so that only the sound of Ophánia's voice could be heard by Echoette.

LMYV (Draft) ♫

She began to sing, without lively and catchy pop music or the sparkling spotlights, without the elaborate flourishes or difficult dance steppes—she just sang. The same kind of idle singing you would on your way home. It was because right now those kinds of things didn't matter, it didn't matter if she sang well or badly. What mattered to Ophánia now, was healing the wounds of someone who was hurt and relieve them of the pain. "It's easy to... push me away, from you... Easy to say you want to be left on your own♫ but somehow I can't help but see... how your eyes shy away... you hands seal the entrance and path to your heart♪" Her voice was laced with magic, anyone with the most basic understanding of mana could feel it in the air, like a light veil particoating them all around and sinking like water into their skin.

The scrape on Echoette's palm closed, as though it were never there. Even the pain derived from it seemed to fade from memory, being replaced with an overwhelming warmth enough to make anyone smile. The only proof of the wound was the lingering blood that stained her skin. Ophánia smiled gently, as the noise of the music playing on her CD player could slowly be heard again. A different song was playing.

Lesley Gore – Misty ♫

The sylph put a finger over her lips, "That was a demo for a song yet to release. You got to listen to a bit of it, but speak not of it to anyone pretty please~?" She said playfully, before noticing the side of Echoette's mouth. "Ah! Stay still—" Ophánia lifted her hand to Echoette's mouth, the pink cotton of Ophánia's cardigan-sleeve brushing against Echoette's skin as she tried wiping the blood off the side of her lips. "Tadah~ If it still hurts, I can sing a bit more until all the pain goes away." Ophánia said, before her phone, once again, vibrated in her cardigan's pocket. She quickly turned away from Echoette and checked the cover screen, smiling as she flipped it open to reply again.

Recipient

them

Ophenia-senpai! ✨ Do you want to go karaoke later? I’m thinking of dragging Noelle with me! 🎤💖

me

ttww, of course! (♡°▽°♡)

me

will fly over when me & ekoet finish painting the props 4 the play~~ ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

me

Ekoet can come 2? It will be SO fun~!! \(☆▽☆)/

them

Of course! The more the merrier! ✨💖 I can’t wait!

them

Let’s make it a night to remember! (*≧▽≦)

me

Ekoet and me willl finish in a bit, c u then!! ♡ ～('▽^人)

Ophánia turned her phone to Echoette to show her the messages—and exposing her bad her spelling of the cervine's name—"Miss President invited me to karaoke—it would be my joy if you came along!" Ophánia said with sparkling eyes and she stood up in a twirl, "and that is why we should finish what we can, lock up; you can come over and we can pick out something cute, then my dad can drive us downtown!" Ophánia twirled again, her hands clasped together, "Oh, it would be splendid! All of us together, singing and having fun—I feel ecstatic just thinking it!" The sylph beamed.

Interactions – Echoette (

SilverFeathers ); Anyone near the clubroom enough to hear the music.
Mentions – Hikari (

Moonberry )

Skyswimsky · Monday at 4:44 PM

Aiko

< Human > | < Mundane >

Aiko continued her search through Yume's belongings. Dubious looking candy in all colors of the rainbow, two sets of identical looking cookies, makeup, a manga titled: 'Loud Whispers: Somehow I'm Saving The World Yet Still Eat Lunch Alone Every Day!', Aiko had read that one too! Though it didn't seem to be the final issue... clang until, finally, she hit something metallic. The key?!

Clank
Clank
Clank

!

Busted. Aiko had been caught, too late to hide beneath a ~~box~~ desk. "A-Ah, you..." The girl responded as she pulled up the key. He did not seem to recognize her, which was both insulting and relieving at once. Yet... he wasn't a teacher, so if she played her card rights. "Helmets truly are a symbol of cultural PASSION and FASHION!" It wasn't even a lie, though now she wished her helmet had cat ears or some neat feature.

"Listen..." Aiko then changed the subject. "Do you believe in Ghosts?" Though purely rhetorical. "What are the most haunted spaces in a school? The bathroom to hope for a meeting with Hanako-San? The eerie arts room and its mannequins at night? The schools corridors after a dare of some onside ritual? Yes, they all are equally exciting, BUT! Today, it shall be neither one or the other. For we, or maybe just I, will venture forth into an environment that is haunting regardless of a buildings story!" With those words, Aiko lifted the key besides her helmet.

Surprisingly, the school did not keep the basement locked, but there were well known rumors of a variety of locked doors below.

"Interested?" She offered.

Maverick Six · Monday at 6:23 PM

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction:

Skyswimsky
Titles: Human (Mundane), Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military E, Abomination Fighter, Rico's Roughneck, Peacekeeper, Expert Spearman
Language Key:Common | [Terran] |

The Classroom

Cavern

"Exactly! You understand. It is a statement, just as anything else. I must say, your helmet looks rather sleek and modern. I am glad this school has allowed me to wear it. However-" Just as he was going to interrogate her more, there was a talk of something which had caused him a moment's silence.

He raised his hand up to expressionlessly helmet, as if to rub his chin.

"Mm. I do believe in ghosts. Some restless souls do not yet make it to the underworld. Some aid. Some hurt. "Eidolon" is a word I've heard for them." He thought back to a dream he had in which he encountered a ghost. It was quite frightening yet he ultimately overcame it with help. As Marcus stood still, there was a small sigh as she said that she was intent on going alone.

"To visit such a place alone would be dangerous. And you seem a little bit stubborn. Almost like a girl I had met earlier who'd run brazenly into our game earlier...." He said thinking. "But I will come with you. I dreamt of putting a spirit to rest. Perhaps I may do so in reality. I would feel guilty leaving you to do so alone." To head into danger unafraid of what would occur to him was practically in his nature. However, it was not the same when others in danger. Yet he wondered of this strange newcomer's capabilities in such a thing.

"I have a feeling there is no convincing you. So, let us be off."

SilverFeathers · Tuesday at 11:24 PM

Echoette (#d6c6ff)

Faynorae

Echo winced slightly as the shrill whistle pierced her ears, more from shock than anything, as she watched the sylph dash to her side with pure befuddlement written all over her face. "A-ah, it's nothing... I'm clumsy, this happens all the time... d-don't cry." She tried to comfort in a rambling hurry, discreetly clenching the skin around her palm to try and make the wound seem less bad. But noticing the world suddenly quieting around them, her long ears twitched in confusion, briefly glancing towards the CD player before the first notes hit her ears.

Turning back slowly in disbelief, Echoette froze like a statue, her limbs stiffening completely, and the leftover fleece falling slowly from her other hand to her lap.

A-a personal concert?! F-for her?! Squealing and panicking on the inside, her mind buzzed from the realization, her body only barely reacting belatedly to what was going on. Her cheeks slowly flushed pink, then red, with Echo quietly lowering her head as her face began to involuntarily scrunch up into a weird squiggly smile. Though dazed, her fawn-like ears twitched attentively with every note, carefully recording the memory in her mind.

The warmth that flooded her palm was sweet, though she was barely able to register it. "I-I won't! What an honour... U-um you d-didn't have to waste your mana on me... I could have went out to buy p-plasters or something, but really, t-thank-" She scrambled her words together in her hurry to express her gratitude, before suddenly being cut off by another, arguably even more incredible event taking place.

The sylph's touch lingered on her lips as she sat there, staring back blankly, only remembering to breathe when her kind idol suddenly grew distracted by her phone. Holding her cheek as she blushed beet red, her vacant, silvery eyes grew slightly teary from all the emotional revelations she was currently trying to process.

Unfortunately, her lovely senior wouldn't let her catch a break.

Karaoke?! Come over?! Borrow clothes?! Meet the legendary singer's father?! Echoette was literally going to pass out.

So she did.

It was almost like the soul completely left her body, her taut body deflating like a balloon as her torso suddenly just fell forward by the sylph's feet, fortunately just avoiding a concussion with her head landing on the large pile of pink fleece in front of her. Crumbled on the floor, all that was left of what could be seen from above was her beret and her mess of gradiented purple-yellow hair, splayed out in a messy wave over all her tools and supplies.

Skyswimsky · Tuesday at 7:43 PM

Aiko

< Human > | < Mundane >

Maverick Six

"Stubborn!?" Aiko gasped in shock. "It's just guts! A lot of it. I bet this girl you're having in mind is superdupermegaultrawesomerdeluxe cool, too." Giving Marcus an affirmative nod as he pledged his allegiance to her cause. It seemed like he didn't recognize her after all. A tragedy, maybe she had to work on her distinct features just a little more. "As for my helmet... it's still a work in progress! Maybe..." She couldn't deny it felt nice to be complimented about that. Maybe Aiko would make it part of her identity after all. A few stickers, neon cat ears, and so on. "Sooo, is there a story behind going FULL ARMOR?" Unlike her, Marcus could nearly count as a ghost himself if they were in a castle, after all.

...

As the duo through the silent school halls towards the bottom floor, things remained relatively calm as most dark energies were drawn elsewhere. "I am Aiko by the way." She hadn't mentioned her name before, right? Right. And it's not like her name was that uncommon, either! For all she knew, Aiko was sharing the same name with a school bully. "And I don't think you've told me what you're doing so late here? Maybe you ARE the ghost! A possessed armor, looking to haunt- I mean, serve a lady's every need." Even if there were any dark spirits and ghosts around to spook them, Aiko's bubbly nature likely served as a deterrent enough.

"Aaaannndd while we're on our way down to doom and gloom, maybe we should go and see if we can loot something worthwhile? Any of these rooms should do, though I'd rather hurry, if my information is correct there's an actual lost soul trapped down there." With these words, Aiko hurried her Knight along.

Hmm... where do you think we should go?
Choose one..
▶ Home Economics Classroom

Staff Room

Janitors Office

Lost & Found

Library

Revi · Wednesday at 8:53 PM

Interactions: Cutiefly | Irihi

Miss Lona Morgan - Chemistry Teacher

The school breathed in silence in this building wing, with the fluorescent lights halved and dimmed for the off-hours. Have to save funds where you can, after all. The silence wasn't the comfortable quiet of an empty classroom before students arrived nor the hush of a library full of turned pages and half-whispered conversations. This silence had weight. It pressed against the walls, stretching the hallways wider than they should be, deepening the shadows where the fluorescent lights didn't reach.

Lona had been in the school after hours plenty before, be it for grading, organizing the following week's lessons, or occasionally chasing off students who thought they could get away with sneaking into the lab for some ill-advised science experiments. But this was different. She knew the rumours. Everyone did. The Black Teacher. Miss Ayumi Kuroda. The story circulated in half-remembered whispers, passed between students looking to spook each other, and Lona had written it off as typical high school ghost-story nonsense. Even after she found the girl locked in the closet - surely that was just fear-induced hysteria.

Until she read that old newspaper article, yellowed and brittle under her fingers.
Until the lights started flickering in her apartment at night, and she started dreaming of places she'd never been.
And now, here she was. On a perfect Saturday night, back at the school with her flashlight in hand, tracing the same paths as a woman who'd supposedly never left. Then -
CRASH -- A sharp, splintering sound shattered the quiet from the chemistry classroom.

Lona stiffened, breath catching for a fraction of a second before she moved, feet quick and steady. Glass breaking - someone's in there! She pushed the door open, scanning the room to find every cabinet and drawer was flung wide. Despite that, almost all the beakers, test tubes, burners, and droppers were undisturbed. The only thing out of place was one shattered beaker on the floor, shards glinting under the dim lighting and ray of her flashlight.

Nothing missing. Except... Her eyes narrowed. Lona's fingers ghosted over the scalpels hanging in a neat row on the magnetic strip by the student supply cabinets. They gleamed in uneven patches of silver. She squinted, counting under her breath. One, two, three, four... She hesitated. Was there always one missing? No, wait. She counted again, lips pressed into a thin line. One, two, three, four, five…

A breeze curled around the back of her neck. Her shoulders tensed before she turned. The chemistry classroom windows should have been closed. Locked, even. The cold evening air stirred the papers on the desks, fluttering softly in the unnatural quiet. Someone must be here. Lona only heard the footsteps once they were right behind her after the rush of blood in her ears was just beginning to calm from running back into the room. Lona sucked in a sharp breath, forcing herself to stay still.

She clenched her jaw and shook her head.

Fine.

Her hand shot back to the magnetic strip, fingers curling around one of the scalpels. It wasn't as sharp as it should be - these things got dulled fast with student use - but it would do. The presence loomed behind her. A shadow cutting into the dim light.

"Going somewhere?"

The voice was muffled and low. She could feel the resonance itch uncomfortably between her shoulder blades, it came from so close behind her. Lona turned quickly and immediately lowered her centre of gravity, knees gently bent and gripped the balls of her feet against the floor - ready to spring. The figure before her was almost a foot taller, armoured in black and purple, with a full helmet obscuring their face.

"I do suggest you start running. Would make this much more fun, don't you think~?"

Lona brandished the scalpel, shifting her grip like she was wielding a knife. Her dark eyes are hard and sharp, with a snarling scowl. "Oh," she breathed, her voice low and cutting. "You've got the wrong damn woman." She tilted her chin up towards the visor of the helmet, as close to eye-to-eye as she could. "Blade's a mite bit dull," she admitted, flicking her gaze over the scalpel's edge, "but if you get any closer, I'll still bleed you out through your femoral artery."

Her stance was balanced, steady. No false bravado. She was dead serious. Her eyes darted toward the desk phone across the room. Not her mobile - she realized she couldn't rely on that. Poor signal, dying battery. The desk phone, however, was wired directly into the building's system and registered to the school's address for emergency responders. Maybe she could make a run for it and make it in time...

Her grip on the scalpel tightened.

"Unless you're real confident in your ability to keep all your blood inside you, I'd rethink your next move."

Maverick Six · Wednesday at 1:08 AM

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction:

Skyswimsky
Titles: Human (Mundane), Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military D, Abomination Fighter, Rico's Roughneck, Peacekeeper, Expert Spearman, Swiss Army Knife
Language Key:Common | [Terran] |

Hallways

Explore the Ruins

"You are quite defensive." Marcus said bluntly. To her statement however, what came next was a line of thinking which came more from philosophy

"But, I suppose to that statement of "guts" I grant a question. Is it brave for a deer to run out in front of moving vehicle? Or is the deer simply so foolish that it does know enough for fear to cross it's mind?" Taking a note from philosophy, he offered her a line of socratic questioning. There was no answer given and if she wanted, she could simply remain silent. Or she could follow question and see where it leads. "Is it not hard to fear what one does not know of in the first place?" Such question posed as they are, were ones he chose not to answer. That would left to her.

A name given was a name received.

"I am Marcus." He brings a gauntlet clad hand up to his chest, as they begin to enter a darker area. "I was staying late studying and doing my homework. It seemed as though I might as well. I had also given consideration to Miss Ophenia's offer to join a play. However, it is as I said, I would feel guilty if something were to happen to you. You would not be the first stranger I've helped. And I would have it that you would not be the last."

Motioning to himself, he continues.

"I am flesh and bone like any man beneath this armor, I assure you." Marcus looks at her a certain way, angling his head slightly. Beneath what light was available, she would catch a glimpse of human eyes and flesh surrounded by scars, before he looked away. "I where this armor because I like to. It is a symbol of my culture." The warrior clenches his fist and holding it in front of him. "It weight is nearly meaningless before the strength I developed. It doesn't slow me down. I have a pass to do so under the exception of cultural wear. So then, I would probably ask more so, why not?" A shrug of his armored shoulders.

A Choice

Marcus unslings his bookbag and retrieves something from it. It's a lantern. Good for venturing into dark places. In addition to Aiko's bubbly conversation, Marcus would offer light so that the pair might see a decent distance in what was likely to be a powerless and condemned portion of the school.

Squeak.

With a turn of a knob, a light would shine through, illuminating the place for about 20 feet on all sides, with other things beyond this distance barely visible out to perhaps 30 feet.

"I have no interest in looting. However, perhaps we might find whatever anchors her to this world. A great wrong must have been done to her." His thoughts wandered to the various stories of ghosts he read about, both in mythology and in his worship of the gods. His goals were clearly more focused on accomplishing the objective, as though he were off to slay some great beast.

Though if the rumors were true, this would likely be something else entirely....

"Ghosts are usually intangible. But if we destroy the anchor or assist her, perhaps that might banish them." While Marcus sought out danger, the fact of the matter was he did not think that there was anyone present who could strike an intangible enemy this time.....

"Let us seek the staff room. The one we seek was a teacher after all.

With that, he did just that. She had hurried him along before but now, Marcus would walk forward, shining his light ahead of himself. His eyes constantly scanned the area for the slightest signs of movement or abnormality. And every now and again, he looked out for Aiko to make sure she hadn't disappeared.

The door to the staff room would open with a gentle creak. And Marcus would enter, scanning the room from corner to corner as he walked into it.

Irihi · Wednesday at 12:58 PM

Something Sinister

Mentions: M Metty

Revi

In the midst of the standoff, with the echoing click of finality, the room lights went dark. Not just the room lights, but every light in the school and on the grounds. The papers posted on the doors, warning of the power outage due to nighttime construction work at a substation a few blocks away, were no longer legible, despite the ghoulish green glow of the battery-powered emergency exit signs; now the only illumination in the entire school.

The weak light of a crescent moon did little but cast deeper shadows near the windows.

The faint sound of sobbing would reach Lona and the masked figure. It sounded like it was coming from the broom closet--had another student been locked inside? Was it perhaps the doing of this threatening helmeted individual?

Investigation of the closet would reveal nothing but the mop, bucket, and sundry cleaning supplies. The crying continued, louder here. Attempting to follow it would lead the investigator to the window, which was cracked open, letting in the night breeze that had ruffled the papers on Lona’s desk..

Surely the weeping girl could not be outside? The chemistry classroom was on the third floor, and no balcony, ledge, or even foothold existed on the sheer side of the school.

A cloud, or something else floating in the night, covered the moon, casting the scene into total darkness.

Light shone at the window would reflect only itself. If the window were opened further, any light shone outside would fade into the darkness, as if there were nothing there. As if the school were lost in an empty void.

Yet there was something--a smear of something darker than the darkness outside. Turning a flash or phone light just a little to the side would reveal…

…a bloody handprint on the window.

Below this, unnoticed until now, more blood was smeared on the floor, in a faint trail, leading toward the hallway.

Extreme battery saver.
21:40, Until 21:45, 1%

A loud noise might interrupt the conflict, read on.

If the confrontation devolved into a struggle, or even if it didn’t, a sudden loud noise would reverberate through the room. The noise was inhuman; a sort of whistling burbling shriek. It could very much be the sound of a banshee wailing, or perhaps it was the hunting cry of a monstrous thing that lurked in the vents and dead spaces behind the walls of the school.

No, that was ridiculous. Ghosts were ~~not~~ real and nocturnal monsters did not ~~usually~~ make their nests so near to civilization.

Though the origin of the noise was uncertain, its direction was clear. It was coming from the darkened hallway beyond the glowing exit sign.

Cutiefly · Thursday at 10:22 PM

Stormbreaker

Commissioned Art by Feerocomics. Art is credited here.

Real Name: Arashi Sato
Age:
36 (at the time of death in previous world)
6 (currently)
15 (physically)
42 (chronologically)
Height: 6"3
Titles: Human, Draconian

Racial:
Human - Normal human, plain and featureless. A blank slate full of potential.
Draconian - Humans with dragon heritage descended from the dragonborn. The bloodline is heavily diluted, leaving their appearance mostly human, but it grants them superior physical abilities, superhuman healing, magical aptitude, and, more rarely, partial draconic transformation.

Skill Related:
Pro Hero - Character is a former pro hero in their pre-isekai'd life. They protected innocents and kept the peace.

Magic Catalyst [Organ] | D Grade | 42 Points
- Fire today, who knows tomorrow? Good thing it’s fireproof. Probably.
Armored Dragon's Armor | D Grade | 21 Points
- Perfect for any vigilante trying to look menacing and mysterious on a budget. Although the paint on it isn't the best. Caution: may come with the side effect of looking dark and brooding.
Natural Weapon [Body] | E Grade | 28 Points
- Knock, knock! Who’s there? Justice!
Hero's Claymore | E Grade | 14 Points
- It’s a sword. Big, heavy, and... not much else to say. If you need to slice through a bunch of stuff, this'll do the job. Though it’s not very good at making small talk.
Dragon Scale [Natural Heavy Armor] | D Grade | 42 Points
- Natural scaled dragon armor. It's heavy.

What Stormbreaker didn’t expect was the weird sounds she had faced since coming in. Glass shattering and so forth. She had followed her teacher into the area and tried to be intimidating, but that of course backfired, instead she got threatened, per usual. It didn’t intimidate her, as she had dealt with it numerous times before. “Would be effective against somebody without the ability to regenerate.” She growled at Lona. “Afterall, I’m not here for you. You don’t scare me, teach.”

Shit. Did I really just say that? Now I kinda have to just reveal myself because this is awkward and I do not wish to be stabbed. Not by Lona or whoever else. It wasn’t even a threat. It was a joke. I don’t have any weaponry. Just empty threats. I’m just in this armor. I wasn’t going to bring my sword to school. I came into find Miiya cause she stayed after school I think.

“... Stabbing a student would technically be an assault charge? I guess? ” Stormbreaker said, as she pulled her helmet off. “Now, do you regonize my voice, teach?” She asked. “I came here to find you to ask about detention. I thought scaring you would be funny though. I’m sorry?” Stormbreaker said, putting her helmet back over after Lona had seen her.

“I thought the teachers including you knew about this?” She pointed up and down to herself. “At least about my whole vigilante thing? I couldn’t bother to get changed, sorry.” Then suddenly, Stormbreaker heard a sound and freaked out.

“What.. the actual... fuck?” She screamed, looking around at what the hell happened. Stormbreaker went on to investigate the broom closet, opening the door to it. “Uhm, teach... why is it louder?”

Irihi

Revi

Irihi · Thursday at 3:36 PM

Something Wicked

Mentions:

Skyswimsky

Maverick Six

The staff room seemed much darker than one would expect. Warmer too.

The light from Marcus’s lantern struggled to penetrate the interior dimness. It was as if a pall or haze had filled the room. There was a strange smell as well; reminiscent of overcooked meat--not the charred smell of flames but rather a pungent oily oder of something boiled for far too long.

Walking farther into the room would be difficult. It was as if a miasma of dread hung in the air, along with the smell and dark fog. Those faint of heart would surely turn back, and those with stronger constitutions would still find their teeth set on edge by a sense of unnamed dread.

Something bad had happened here. Do not try to discover what, lest it also happen to you.

The threadbare couch, dirty table, and chairs left pushed askew, hid no secrets, but the teacher’s lounge kitchenette was a different story.

Anyone who pushed against the palpable sense of doom would be greeted by strange shapes emerging from the gloom as the weak lantern light finally illuminated that which was within. A stained and be-ringed coffee pot sat atop its heating plate, the long-abandoned liquid within congealed to a thick black ooze. A sink full of dirty dishware and mugs was next. Adding to the stomach-turning smell--which grew stronger the farther one proceeded--was the sound of unseen flies. They seemed to be congregating somewhere ahead in the gloom, zipping past the heads of the intruders with sullen buzzing.

The stench was so strong, near the back corner of the room, that one would be hard pressed not to gag, even with mouth and nose covered by fabric. At last, the lantern light revealed what surely must be the source of the smell.

The teacher’s lounge microwave sat atop the counter, smoking faintly, despite the power outage. Something inside had been cooking when the electricity had been cut off. How long had it been running? What could produce such a foul smell? Only pressing the door release might answer these questions, but your fingers almost tingle with reluctance to open the appliance. The glass window is opaque with something chunky and reddish-black.

You don’t want to know what it is. Don’t open the microwave.

The catch is stuck, glued shut by whatever is inside. The microwave door opens a crack, and the stench grows even stronger. If you still must know, then grab a filthy knife from the sink and pry the door open. It will take some strength, careful not to snap the blade as you prise the door open.

The microwave sprang open with violent shudder, as if eager to disgorge the horror within. Out fell the contents, splattering wetly on the floor and smoking slightly.

It was cup ramen.

If only that were all it was. The upended cup and the black mass it had disgorged began to move, jiggling slightly. A burbling moan issued from the morass upon the floor and an arm--proportionate to a human arm but tiny in size--emerges from under the lip of the upside-down cup, questing.

For any who ignore the microwave and seek the key, instead:
In this dim and dank dungeon of a staff room, indeed there is loot aplenty--mostly contraband confiscated from students. It takes some rifling of the desks and cabinets to find it, but some drawers yield pay dirt; some very questionable manga, a set of unicorn headphones, a fake mustache collection, novelty sticky notes, and even a portable marshmallow roaster.

And then, in the last drawer; eureka! A goldmine of the limited-edition “Cosmic Dreamers” sticker set; veritably impossible to find! They are a little scattered, though, as if someone has already raided the stash.

In fact, most of what has been left behind are multiple copies of various iterations of the more-common Comet Bear and Celestial Penguin. Some of them have even been discarded on the floor. Discarded on the floor in a clear trail, across the linoleum, up to the wall, and then up to a strange-looking hole in the cinder block wall. The corner of one of the rarer stickers--starry cat--pokes out with the promise of more within.

Wow.

Seriously?

Yep, you are now stuck fast.

There were more stickers in the hole, each more delightfully rare than the last. Your friends were all going to be soooo jealous when you decorated your notebook and bag with them. You were going to be the most popular one in your clique, with this literal treasure trove to share out to the most loyal of your followers.

Except that you can’t, because you’re stuck to the wall. Something inside the hole grabbed your arm, and it’s not letting go. It is impossible to tell if the grip is from some person or creature, or just something inanimate that shifted within the wall.

It doesn’t hurt, yet.

But you’re not going anywhere, unless you are willing to go there without your arm.

Also, the wall is now making noises.

Disturbing, mechanical, clicking and clanking noises, like some machinery within has been triggered.

Skyswimsky · Thursday at 5:47 PM

Irihi

Maverick Six

Aiko

...

"Sounds like something a ghost armor would say..." Aiko squeezed her eyes together as Marcus assured her of his mortality as the two made off to the staff room. Taking this adventure in happy strides until...

Bonk Bonk

The girl wasn't sure when it happened. Was it the corridor? The room they just entered? Or had darkness always taken hold of their vicinity? The lights had flickered, now they were gone. Or always had been. Bonk bonk. "I think this helmet is faulty..." She mused to herself. It was hard to see. Marcus lantern serving as a single bastion of hope against an almost physical veil of pure, putrid, darkness. "Tzch..." The girl clicked her tongue in annoyance. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to expose herself fully!... No, not yet. Instead, there was a certain feeling creeping itself into the front of her mind...

Was it fear? Something any common student would succumb to. Dread? A helpful sense of self-preservation that allowed dumb teenagers to survive?
Not quite... the only thing Aiko feared was the Red Mist. Instead, the very definition of the BRAVE deer that Marcus idolized (or something like that), curiosity.

"I knew it!" Aiko finally chimed in. "The staff room is testimony to just how villainous teachers truly are! You feel it too, don't you?!" The helmeted girl shook her head dismissively, she couldn't deny that even for her, it wasn't that easy to step forward. Yet this very denial that made her want to do the opposite just so. Much. More. And if there was one positive thing about the helmet, it was a delay of the stench hitting her nostril just long enough to make it deeper into the room!

"So many shinies..." Unsure what to look for (apart from a window to open), her eyes finally fell on the unicorn headphones. "Oh, shiny!" Just to have her attention, immediately grabbed away by a set of stickers.

"Comet Bear? Stardust Goldfish?" She shone her own phone light very close to the ground. With these, she would finally become popular enough to make more friends! "Lunar Llama. Solar Seahorse." One after the other, Aiko followed the breadcrumbs closer and closer to the wall. "Do you like stickers? There's plenty more!" A smart person once said to not stick your arm into random holes...

"Yoink." PAiko put her hand into the hole.
Aiko was stuck.

Wow.

Seriously?

"AAAA-!" And then, a yell.

Or yelp? Surprise and a shiver went down her spine, quickly replaced by frustration and anger. "See? Urgh, I can be QUITE offensive." She declared towards Marcus, unsure if he was even still around given the limited field of view thanks to her helmet and her arm being stuck in the wall. "I haven't even kissed yet..." She murmured, whatever was holding HER would maybe be in for a rude awakening. Trying to grab, squeeze, claw away at the very thing that dared to hold onto. Just like an angry cat reacted if you petted it.

Maverick Six · Friday at 11:56 PM

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction:

Skyswimsky

Irihi
Titles: Human (Mundane), Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military D, Abomination Fighter, Rico's Roughneck, Peacekeeper, Expert Spearman, Swiss Army Knife
Language Key:Common | [Terran] |

Hallways

Explore the Ruins

"I will say, sometimes this armor does feel as though it is apart of me." It was obviously very difficult to see the face of a fully armored man. But one could tell there was a faint flicker of amusement in his voice when she said that.

There was an instinctive sensation that spoke of danger as he walked in. He could hardly put it on his fingers. His eyes flickered about quickly. His heart rate increased. And his fist clenched tightly. The light was shone about the room yet it seemed to hardly pierce a putrid miasma which had filled the room. He looked behind him as Aiko looked around. But her chipper voice told him that there was little astray. Honestly, her voice was almost disarming as she whimsically searched about it. Yet that feeling would never go away. He'd half a mind to tell her to take things more seriously.

"There is something in the air."

However, he caught some sign of motion.

"...I cannot claim myself a particular fan of stickers......"

As he neared its the source, already beginning to adopt a bladed stance with a hand hovering over the sword, he did no such thing. However, all that was there was a microwave. The air filled with it's hum, unknown contents telling him to spin. Something had seemingly told him that he shouldn't open. Marcus was not one to avert expectations for its own sake. Indeed, instead it seemed like he was keen to look away and about the room. Someone had to activate the microwave after all.

"Aiko, I think there's someone here." He concluded. "I ask you to exercise the utmost in caution and-"

A scream? A yelp? It didn't really matter.

One moment, he was on the other side of the room. The next moment? He was there. Aiko would feel a slight tremor in the ground and hear the approach of metal on metal before he was there. One of his hands was grabbing onto her arm firm enough to hold her in place and yet gentle enough to evade harm.

Crack.

In stark contrast, the other armored hand was up against the wall. Each individual finger was sinking into the cinderblock itself, cracks radiating outward like spiderwebs as Marcus' hands pressed into the stone like unto a hydraulic press. None of that force was being projected upon Aiko however.

There was a long moment of palpable silence as Marcus stared towards her stuck arm, staring into the abyss it appeared to be stuck in. Strange mechanical noises were occurring within. Yet he did not blink. His head turned, as he looked her straight in the eyes.

"Aiko." He says finally. "I'm going to try something simple. I'm going to pull. And if that doesn't work? I have something else in mind. But first, a simple approach."

There were many nightmares which had haunted Marcus' dreams. Of haunted mansions. Of being stuck in the arctic wilderness surrounded by zombies who infected with proximity. Of running in dark bug caves teaming with ten-foot-tall bugs who'd wiped out armies of fae and humans alike. Of being swarmed by hordes of unknown creatures in a city while all alone. Yet in this moment, nothing really terrified Marcus more than the simple thought of accidentally ripping Aiko's arm asunder. Of squeezing so hard as to crush bone. Even causing a scratch was currently inconceivable.

He would pull with greater might than she could muster. But not too hard...

Irihi · Friday at 1:16 PM

Something Wicked
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Skyswimsky

Maverick Six

Clink!
Clank!
THUD!

Something within the wall seemed to firmly encircle Aiko’s wrist. Clawing and scratching at it would not result in the release of the firm pressure. It felt metallic in nature. Likewise, pulling at the shackle--or whatever it was--would reveal that there was no give in the metal confinement, no matter how one strained.

The noises of machinery inside the wall, however, seemed to quiet. The clunking and clanking stopped, and only a quiet mechanical whirring could be heard. It sounded like a delicate mechanism, maybe a spring-loaded timer--but counting down to what?

…

THUMPTHUMPTHUMP! It was an evening for things that go bump in the night, it seemed. From the direction of the door to the terrifying teacher’s lounge came a series of thuds, like something heavy striking the floor rapidly. This was followed by the signature creeeeeak! of the door. The ~~escape~~ exit from the staff room was too distant for the lantern to illuminate, but both students could clearly make out the sound of the door being pushed slowly open.

BANG!!

By the noise reaching their ears, the exit must have slammed shut a moment later. Now came a shuffling scraping sound. Something was in the room with them.

After a moment of the shuffling noises coming closer, a figure appeared in the dimness. Whatever it was was dressed in the girl’s uniform of Isekhigh, but it did not move like any human girl Marcus or Aiko had ever seen. The figure crouched low to the floor, it’s long brown hair forming the prosaic ghostly veil before its face. Pale arms would swing forward and then the figure would lunge forward, it’s back hunching as feet swung to catch up to arms in a disturbing four-limbed gait.

The figure paused, head bobbing, face still obscured. There came the sound of a SNAP! Followed by loud wet crunching--like fresh bones being gnawed and broken as easily as celery between sharp rodentine teeth. Still crunching, the figure hobbled forward again, closer and closer it drew to Marcus and Aiko.

With a shrill scream, the hunchbacked figure leaps an inhuman distance in a great lunge that knocks aside chairs and tables. Scrabbling for purchase on the slick linoleum floor, it rabbits out the door and can be heard banging away down the hallway.

You scared her off.

Good job, hero.

Reaching the feet of the stuck and armored students, the figure paused and sniffed the ground. Then, sitting up on her haunches, Yui(Sir Cottonrump) pawed her hair aside to examine the entrapped Aiko.

Oh, thank God! It’s only Yui(Sir Cottonrump). Was likely the relieved thoughts of the pair of students. She was crunching away at a found carrot--not human bone--and making kind of a mess of the raw vegetable.

Yui(Sir Cottonrump) gave a concerned squeak and sniffed at Aiko’s arm. Oh no! She’s caught in a snare! It was okay, Sir Cottonrump instinctively knew how to get a friend free from such entrapment. When pulling, screaming, twisting, and crying all fail, getting out of a trap was simple;

just gnaw the trapped limb off.

Taking Aiko’s arm betwixt her (kinda gangly) paws, Yui(Sir Cottonrump) bared her fangs and prepared to bite down. It was going to take some doing with these blunt human teeth, but she was certain she could eventually chew all the way through Aiko’s flesh and bone and get her out of the trap.

What a helpful bunny/girl!

Faynorae · Friday at 4:48 PM

[School Diva]

"Waste my mana?" The sylph smiled gently, "What a silly thing to say, nought doled out to help another person is a waste~" Ophánia smiled, "It is easy for one to focus on one's self and do the things that only serve you, but you have to go out of your way to help another. Hence, it means all too much more. Not even a naturally formed, perfectly round pearl is worth as much!" She explained with a sparkling eyes. She could not ever describe helping someone as a waste.

Then it happened. Echoette collapsed in a fit of all the overwhelming emotions that Ophánia had unintentionally cause her—rather, Ophánia felt them herself as it happened. However, Ophánia's reactions came out quite a bit differently, she didn't have blood vessels in any part of her body so she physically couldn't blush. (In fact, her face was practically all white if she didn't apply some makeup here and there.) When Ophánia felt overwhelmed, she usually started crying. Right now was no different—she didn't realize how intense of an effect she had on the people who idolized her. Ophánia liked to believe she adored and loved everyone else much more than they could love her—she was wrong.

She hid her smile with a hand over her mouth as Echoette lay unconscious by her feet; confusion, joy, anticipation and excitement; she understood these feelings all too well and couldn't possibly understand what she did to make another person feel this way. "Oh my," It left her lips like a sigh and tears came trickling down her cheeks in sparkling droplets of glass-like clarity. She almost wanted to laugh. If someone liked her so much that they could faint, then that meant she had to make herself all the more worthy of such adulation.

"Right!" Ophánia clasped her hands, she couldn't carry anything heavier than a pail of water—let alone a body, so she unfortunately had to leave Echoette laying uncomfortably. Even so, Ophánia could heal any aching or backpains with her magic. So all she needed to do was finish what she can so that Echoette could wake up and they could immediately go about downtown.

The Ronnettes - Be My Baby ♫

On account of the CD player, Ophánia stayed completely oblivious to the noises downstairs. The clubroom happened to be directly above the staffroom. Which meant nothing in current circumstances if Ophánia's CD player was on the third highest volume setting. She began by picking up Echoette's supplies—along with her beret—and putting them on her desk all in a neat row, arranged by size. She then went back to Echoette, crouching down to move her hair off the floor. "Hm, it could use a bit of a brush—" Ophánia mused, she was thinking about having Echoette sit by her vanity and give her a quintessential makeover, it would be fun.

She went back to her desk, stretched her arms out and leaned in her chair. The clubroom mostly looked like Ophánia's desk, a colourful mess of sparkly and fanciful things; with all the costumes and props and backdrops laying about. It only looked like this when they were preparing for a play or festival—any other day and it was relatively organized. As Echoette had said, the glue was indeed under her notepad, Ophánia smiled and got to work dotting the silk-dress with rhinestones—being a sylph meant that Ophánia and the people around her could easily work with DO NOT INHALE, TOXIC chemicals and materials, she could control and purify the air quite easily and even if an accident did occur, Ophánia was top of the entire grade in terms of Healing Arts. If she were vain, she would even call herself a genius.

She continued, slowly squeezing out a small dollop on the silk of the b-7000. Then, with a pair tweezers (borrowed from the nurse's office), she placed a rhinestone a little bigger than the dollop onto the silk and then all she needed to do was move on to the next point. It was tedious, slow and the same old thing over and over, but Ophánia found every moment of it enjoyable anyway. Everytime she looks at the final costume, she will think about these moments and smile, because in the end every moment spent was worth it.

Hopefully, nothing at all terrible would happen and Ophánia and Echoette will be able to finish the costumes and leave peacefully.

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SilverFeathers · Saturday at 10:24 PM

Echoette (#d6c6ff)

Faynorae

Skyswimsky

Maverick Six

Blinking suddenly, the cervitaur awoke with a start, her body flinching as if startled by a bad dream. "Wheah...?" She mumbled incoherently into the floor, the stiff ache of her back forcing her to slowly move and support herself upright with her arms. Confused, and barely gathering her bearings as her hair fell down her face, she looked up and saw her idol back at her desk, working away at her dress as she was earlier.

Ah. It was just a dream. She must've fallen asleep whilst working on her pink sheep costume... how embarrassing. Echoette blushed slightly at the realization, one in disbelief that she'd fall asleep in the presence of her idol, and two that she'd have such a vivid dream about a personal concert, mouth touch and being personally invited for karoake? How delusional could one girl be?

Holding her face in her palms for a second out of shame, she silently slapped her cheeks and tried to lock in and get back to work. Realizing her things were on her desk, she slowly stood up, a bit wobbly on her feet as she went to gather the buttons and thread she needed. She felt a bit off, as if the tiles beneath her hooves were as wobbly as she was, but she was determined to at least get her costume half-way done by tonight.

Noticing a spool of thread had rolled over beside Ophánia, Echoette trotted on over to retrieve it, accidentally knocking over her CD player in the process with her usually inconspicuous cervine tail. The blaring yet gentle tunes immediately paused on collision with the ground, causing the cervitaur to especially panic and apologize, because she knew how the sylph loved her tunes.

"A-ah, s-so sorry Oph-" She began quickly, before being cut off by a dreadful BANG!! that rattled through the floor, jumping inadvertently at the sound. "E-eek!" Though unfortunately, the full weight of her hooves hitting the tiles again was just too much, and the sound that followed was of a dreadful, elongated creak, growing so loud and high-pitched it could pierce one's eardrums. "Oh-"

The floor suddenly slanted diagonally, before collapsing alltogether in a giant cacophany of destruction, with metal, dust, chairs and colourful materials raining down in a loud, chaotic mess. Ophania's sparkly pink supplies rained down particularly eyecatchingly, followed by the slow descent of glitter, ribbons and fabric fluttering down like feathers after the worst of it had passed.

It was fortunate at least, that the floor had slid in its collapse, with most of its destruction occuring on the far side of the staff room.

Upon her painful, hard landing, the first thing Echoette registered was a dreadful stench suddenly assaulting her nose, making her eyes water. "O-Ophi...? W-where are you, are you okay?" Crawling back into a sitting position, she started to look around, belatedly realizing she had not landed on another floor, but a person. Someone she recognized, no less.

"Yui!!!" She cried out in terrible shock, scrambling off her body in terror. She may be underfed and bony, but a cervitaur was still a fricken cervitaur, and she landed pretty much her full weight on this poor girl. "O-oh no, I-I'm so sorry... what do I do? Don't die on me Yui..." She quickly sat herself down by her side, cradling Yui's head against her lap cautiously yet fretfully, parting her long brown hair to the side. "O-Ophi, can you still heal?"

Revi · 2025-03-22T16:29:45-0400

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Miss Lona Morgan - Chemistry Teacher

She narrowed her eyes at the draconic figure before her as they muttered something about regeneration and not being scared.

Lona cocked a brow. Teach? "Oh?" Her voice was dry, unimpressed, laced with something sharp enough to cut. Then the helmet came off. The first thing Lona registered was the absolute audacity. The second was Stormbreaker's face. The hand gripping the scalpel relaxed by about five percent.

"I came here to find you to ask about detention. I thought scaring you would be funny though. I’m sorry?"

A pause. Lona ran a hand down her face, half-laughing in sheer incomprehension. Lona's head tilted. "I want you to think - like really think - about how many ways that was a terrible plan! One of these days, you're going to get yourself into a situation that you can't just 'sorry' your way out of if you're not careful ..." She heaved a shrugging sigh.

Lona physically jolted when she heard the power shut off and the emergency generator hums creep up from outside the building. The scalpel in her hands released at the moment and clattered against the floor. The emergency lights cast their ghostly glow when the night stretched its fingers into every shadowed corner of the school, swallowing up the world's edges beyond the windows.

Then sobbing. Lona stiffened. The broom closet. Stormbreaker was already moving, throwing the door open - but there was nothing. Nothing but cleaning supplies, the scent of industrial soap, and a crying voice that only got louder. Lona felt it then. That pull. That same wrongness had crept into her bones when the school went dark.

Stormbreaker's helmeted head turned toward her, her voice seemingly unsteady for the first time.

"Uhm, teach... why is it louder?"

"I uh..," she said slowly, scanning the room as a chill crept up her spine, "wish I knew what to tell you, honestly." She turned toward the windows. The papers on her desk fluttered again from the crack in the glass. A breeze that smelled like nothing. No city smog. No damp earth. No trace of the night air that should have lingered outside. What is going on? She swung her flashlight towards the window, and a beam of light hit the glass - and reflected straight back. Like the world beyond didn't exist. Lona took a step closer, angling the flashlight just a little.

There! A smear in the darkness, a shadow darker than the night. A bloody handprint. Her stomach dropped. Then she noticed the floor. Dark streaks. Faint, but there. Leading away. Toward the hallway. Lona exhaled slowly. "Stormbreaker," she said, keeping her voice steady. "Something's not right... are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Shortly after she spoke, something screeched. It was not human. It was not anything natural. It echoed through the room, shrieking and gurgling, reverberating off the walls and through Lona's ribs. And it was coming from the hallway. Lona's next breath came tight. Her grip on the flashlight? White-knuckled. "How's that tough attitude and your regeneration against ghosts??"

Skyswimsky · 2025-03-22T16:57:28-0400

SilverFeathers

Faynorae

Maverick Six
Aiko

"O-Oh, um, hi...." Aiko was taken aback at the sudden speed (and gentleness) from her Knight in Shining Armor. Not wasting a single moment of action, the instant she had found herself in danger. Instead, before the girl could even answer, Marcus started to help her pull out. Little by little, she could feel her arm loosening. Progress being made until, from one moment to the next, a lot happened...

Of course, being trapped just like that, it was a given that a possible new danger approached. Fast. Like a rabid animal, something bestial swung the door to the staff room open. About to approach them with greater finesse than even the physical fit Knight, it would forever stay a mystery how exactly THAT conflict would have escalated. Instead, the ceiling came crashing down upon the unfortunate being - at the same time as Marcus managed to free Aiko. The sudden surprise of the release making her tumble to the ground.

"Urgh, this is more annoying than helpful." Aiko murmured to herself, finally taking her helmet off in one arm motion as a first action, she realized her mistake. Her eyes were tearing up. An aggressive stench. Half the room was now engulfed in a big dust cloud that suffered from an identity crisis: The horridness of the rotten staff room, now interlocked with everything that defined being cute and girly from the room above, the young delinquent took a few steps back.

Until she found herself bumping into Marcus. "Oh... thank you." To him, her arm seemed absolutely fine, though she was now also clenching what seemed to be a piece of paper. A letter perhaps? Not something Aiko paid any attention to for now as, instead, the dust had finally settled and she focused on the new intruders.

In it, a single sheet of white paper, its content written in something other than ink. Blood? It had a slight smell of peanut butter.

Empty halls of school,
Yume stole my soul,
V̶E̶N̵G̷E̷A̵N̷C̶E̶
— Sayuri Ito

"Yui!?" Aiko now repeated after Echoette, the light shining from above illuminating the entirety of the Staff Room. With the light banishing the darkness, things seemed almost too normal. While the coffee table and sofa had been crushed under the weight of debris, the kitchen unit was now clean and spotless, and the chaos of the plundered ground gone ... with the exception of the Microwave, still hiding its dubious contents.

Ghosts truly did not care for the laws of physic, as time and space were mere illusions to them. "This is Yui!" Aiko now repeated. "Are you two alright? What did you do to her?!" She rushed over. "Actually, uh, never mind. So! That girl is, was, supposed to be trapped in the basement!" Or maybe Aiko was just crazy?

Ding.

And then, the microwave door opened. Filling the room with another wave of nausea as a mass of noodles and something else dropped to the floor. Motionless. For those with keen eyes, it was simple to discern the disgusting mushiness of overcooked cup ramen with things that did not belong: Some tads of white fur, a rabbit like paw, could it be...?

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