[h2][center][color=steelblue][i]Katashi Todo[/i][/color][/center][/h2]
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Despite his best efforts to douse the flaming picture it persisted in smoldering beneath her shoes, creating a growing feeling of dread that it may catch his pant's leg and set Katashi alight with Anri's ill conceived fire. Before he could abandon his efforts in favor of self-preservation an unexpected deluge of water which doused the fire and left his feet feeling as though he'd had the misfortune of stepping in a rather deep puddle. His first thought was that this twisted reflection of the school still possessed its sprinkler system, or perhaps one of the others had been squirrelling away a water bottle which now saved their lives.

Yet it was not water that clung to his shoes, as the substance was only marginally less disgusting then the slime which coated all the walls in this world, and it could not have come from a sprinkler without dousing more then his shoes alone. Turning his head toward the fluids origin, he looked the gift horse in the mouth with some measure of bewilderment. [color=steelblue]"Is that...that's a..."[/color]

Ultimately, Katashi let out a sigh as he accepted the cold, hard fact that bizarre events like this will just become commonplace in the World of Wasted Dreams. His hand rose on a whim to stroke the picture but halted inches away to fall to his side, finding it better not to fall into the same club as Anri and Jack. [color=steelblue]"Thank you for your aid."[/color]

If anyone wanted to comment on him thanking a portrait he'd likely remind them they will confront far stranger things over their flight for survival, and that there was a single instance of aid from this oddity was amazing in and of itself. 

His attention was drawn back to Yuriya who made him aware that two more were joining their cadre. As she went to the student wailing from inside a branching room, he approached Iyato while idling shaking the spit off his shoes. [color=steelblue]"Glad to see another student hasn't succumbed here. You're...Iyato, right? I'm sorry if we can't go too in-depth as to what's going on, we've only been awake a short time, but in summary we are in a parallel universe which wants to kill us. Shizune has some experience and is our only way out.

And above all else, remember this if you want to survive, don't touch anything."[/color]
 
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It was silent in its pursuit, the slime oozing back into place to cover what tracks it made. The World of Wasted Dreams was rife with monsters and machinations of every size and shape, as Shizune had well told the group of hapless humans pulled inside. Some would likely begin to think a monster already walked among them, and that brought a smile to its face.

[color=Yellow]"S...H...I...Z...U...N...E.[/color] 

It's voice was feminine, ringing from back the way they came in low, lilting tone. Soon the sounds of doors being roughly slid open would make itself known, as though it were searching the rooms behind them. Whatever it was drew ever closer, only stopping to noisily slide open a door and search the room. An inhuman screech followed the rattling of one door, only to be subsumed with pained shrieks of mortal peril and then swiftly silenced.

[b]It[/b] had found the creature scratching at the wall.

[color=yellow]"S~H~I~Z~U~N~E~"[/color]

[b]It was coming.[/b]