~Shizune Yoshida~

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“Didn’t I tell you before? Wait, no, you weren’t with us…that makes more sense,” Shizune said, more to herself than to Lexy but still turned to answer her question. “I’ve been to this realm before and I know people don’t survive down here unless they stop questioning their surroundings and start sticking together. Try to understand that Alexis.”

Shizune’s voice held no malice but it was evident that she was getting a little irritated at how the others were still gawking. Yes, they were in a nightmare world and that meant they needed to get out of said world as quickly as possible. At least Katashi seemed to have his head on straight by commenting on the words on the wall, no doubt intended to plant doubt inside of them.

She had her own thoughts on who this distrustful male was but she would keep that to herself. What she didn’t expect for was Katashi to move closer to her and talk about Yuriya of all people. Shizune had to bite down the instinct to slap him because she already knew the boy had been eyeing her friend for a while, just by the way he looked at her.

“I’ll think about it,” she finally said, expression stoic and neutral. “You’re a better choice than some of the males in this group,” she continued, glancing at both Jack and Anri. Speaking of which, both of them did not escape Shizune’s notice. Seeing Anri lord over the lighter like a godsend made her question if it was worth keeping him around for much longer.

Then there was Jack who just seemed to follow everyone around like a lost puppy, no direction of his own to use. Typical. The last to observe was Yuriya and much like herself, the dark-haired girl was paying close attention to how everyone else reacted. That prompted the shadow of a grin to leap onto Shizune’s face with how similar they were…yet the soon dropped to her usual frown as they stumbled at a dead end to the hallway.

Dead end? That didn’t make sense because this was supposed to lead them right toward the laboratories. What was worse was that there was an object placed right in front of them, emphasizing how much of a dead end this was. An altar of some sort with a picture of crayon-like people; if each of them payed close attention, they could make out themselves in the image.

What was most striking was that each person was crossed out with crude red markings, the same style of the words on the wall. The only one not crossed out was a figure of a girl with a flame in her hand. Shizune looked down to read the title of the picture before slowly turning a deathly glare, focusing her red orbs straight on Anri.

The title read, “Do Not Trust Him”.

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"...Eh?" Her hand stopped, just shortly before she touched the handle of the door. Was this... blood? - The first thing coming to her mind as the smell entered her nose. Curious, she touched the red-liquid with her free forefinger. "It's not dry..." She whispered, which would mean it was either something else or... the girl shook her head.

"Tchooo..." Shinobu gave a random noise from her to calm herself down in a weird way. Of course, she was aware of being in a horrible situation. She had to be on guard. Not being too focused on the particular handle anymore, it was then that something else came into her field of view. At first, she wasn't able to see it that well thanks to the dim red light, but now, that her eyes were more accustomed to it, there was no mistaking it. "C-C-C..." Was that? She started to tremble, taking a few steps back.

Shinobu shook her head once again. This was... not right. Wrong. Strange. Maybe... she was, indeed, still dreaming? It... had to be. Yes. It had to be. There was no other way. A weird scenario like this would hardly - never - happen in real life! But what if... "No!" Shinobu stopped herself, burying any doubts she could come up with quickly somewhere deep down. Regardless, she had to carry on. Dream or not.

With her initial fear gone, the green-hair eyed the dead body a tad closer. He seemed dead for...a rather long time? Shinobu was by no means an autopsist, so she couldn't tell for sure, but dead was dead! Not to mention... he was apparently a student too... and missed both arms? It was then that the younger Sister heard a rather soft, broken, voice. Nearly faint whisper, in fact.

"H-Hello?" Turning swiftly around, her wooden board held before her, she could now make out another 'living' person. Was she here the entire time? Why didn't notice Shinobu her before? Confused, yet curious, the self-proclaimed heroine stepped closer, the words that the girl repeated like a chant becoming more apparent to her.

"...!" Upon seeing the arms - after she had moved past some desks closer to the girl - Shinobu made yet another step back. Her silly brain connecting A with B. "No..." She whispered in disbelief. Surely, there had to be an explanation for this. It was wrong of her to just judge the only other living person she had met in this god-forsaken dream place like that. Not to mention, the girl looked terrified, mad-driven, herself.

"Alright, you can do this. It's your Nightmare. You're the hero. You won't just die in a lame fashion like that." She whispered to herself, convincing her that this girl was indeed no danger. Instead, she needed help. Help that Shinobu was willing to provide. "Hey! You, are you alright? Can you understand me?" Shinobu now spoke more loudly, hoping to grab the girls attention.

@KoL

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Anri stayed a bit away from the group, but still near the center. This way she could react to any of them if they turned towards her. Even the ones behind her, she made sure to keep a sharp ear out for them. Don't trust him. Surely it was on everyone's mind. They were thinking of who was going to betray them. They might thyink it was Anri, but if only they knew that Anri was no man... No, she was a girl, surely...

But then they hit a dead end. Anri couldn't remember right now if there was suppose to be a wall here or not; this place was so messed up that Anri would hardly call it her old school anymore. And at this point, she wouldn't be surprised if monsters were screwing with them and using illusions and trickery to slow them down. What what Relly caught Anri's attention was the altar. It was pretty, gilded in some sort of shiny metal that was either white or gold. Hard to tell in this light. But what she did notice was the drawings. Little stick people in crayons, most of them marked out except one. Anri could tell it was her.

Suddenly memories flooded into Anri's mind. Of a time long before, where she was just a small boy. She remembered looming shadowy figures, smashing her into the ground. Tearing at her. They grabbed her and tossed her around, beating and ripping at her body. Their talons dug into her flesh like needles, but ripped from her bones like the claws of a great beast. A pair of teeth bite down onto her neck and ripped out her throat, making her unable to scream. Another set of teeth went between her legs, and started eating her alive. It was all pain and suffering, until... Until... Until she found her light.

Anri's light flicked open, and a small white flame was produced. She reached out towards the picture on the alter, bringing it closer to her childish portrait. "Things are so much prettier when they burn." Just a tilt. Just a tilt of her lighter, and Anri set fire to the portrait with a smile on her face.

"Wha-what do you think you are doing?" Yuriya couldn't believe at what she had just seen before her eyes, first Jack tries to tempt fate by poking at the unknown sink and now, Anri pretty much cursed them all to death, if the ill omens up to now were to be believed? "Get a hold of yourself before you get us killed!" The dark haired girl slapped the lighter from Anri's hand and pushing him to the side before he could do anymore damage as she tried to find a way to halt the spreading fire. They had to worry about not being burned alive, before worrying about curses.

Back at the Science Laboratory, Shinobu would find that the Insane Axe Girl only continued to ramble the same phrases about light, monsters and how she did killed the other student who tried to leave the room. At least until she was addressed directly.

Just as Shinobu tried to communicate with her, the girl turned to look at the new presence inside the laboratory. She didn't said a word, instead mumbling incomprehensible gibberish as she until she got close enough to Shinobu. "Y-you won't get them here... T-the light is bad... I-I-I-" Ou of the blue, the girl swung her axe at Shinobu, though she wasn't even aiming it, so the most that could happen is the scarf-wearing girl be hit by the but end of the blunt end of the tool, it that much.

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Much like Yuriya, Katashi was stunned by Anri's actions, though not nearly as much as he was by her mannerism during the burning. While the pyromaniac was being restrained by a concerned student Katashi decided to let nothing go to waste and recovered the discarded lighter before the fire got to it, the hairs along his hand getting a light singe in the process.

"Here, let me help with that." Katashi said before stamping out the burning picture beneath his shoes, thankfully they were made of sturdier stuff then the girl's uniform had for their footwear. It appeared that whatever the slime on the floors and walls was, Katashi could say that it wasn't as combustible as it looked, keeping the fire isolated to that square of paper which was rendered to ash upon the floor.

His eyes snapped open. In front of him was an unfamiliar classroom. He was sitting up at a desk as if he had been sleeping at it. He was sure he had fallen asleep at his desk just now so waking up at a desk was a given. The problem was that this wasn't his desk, and this wasn't the classroom he was in before either. For one, it was a lot messier. There were broken tables and chairs everywhere and it seemed like the one he was sitting on was the only one intact. Oh, and the walls were covered in slime or something. It seemed a little pointless to him, unless whoever owned this place wanted people to slip trying to walk up a wall, which he could totally get behind if people who could walk up walls existed and were common enough to warrant such a thing. It'd be the ultimate sadistic feat. How would they react when they were deprived of the only thing that made them special? It would be a sight to see.

Well, even thinking that is kinda stupid though… He thought.

Iyato stood up and stretched. He felt a bit stiff from sleeping while sitting up. It wasn't something he did often because usually he'd choose to sleep somewhere outside in the sunlight, under the open sky. Speaking of the sky, it was looking pretty red too. Not like sunset red, but blood red, and the moon was pitch black. Did that mean he'd been sleeping there for longer than he'd thought? He could've sworn it'd just been after school…

In all seriousness though this was quite a situation. He could tell that this wasn't the world he'd been in when he'd fallen asleep. He couldn't see anyone around right now but judging by the way this usually went in the Light Novels he often read, he was definitely not the only one here. Looking for them would probably be the best idea so he stood up and walked over to the door. As he tried opening it, it screeched like it was rusted, and what lay beyond was a darkened school hallway, familiar and alien at the same time.

A smile crept onto his face. Not a large one, but there was a smile all the same. It was something about the atmosphere, but he found himself happy with his state of affairs. He felt like he was going to enjoy what was to come.

"Yeah…" He said. "This is my kind of place."

~Shizune Yoshida~

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Was everyone in her grade absolutely mental? Stupid? Insane? Shizune couldn’t quite find the right word but it definitely wasn’t smart because none of these idiots could qualify to even having a brain. Well, except Katashi and Yuriya; they at least held common sense. All of these thoughts flashed in Shizune’s mind as the portrait before them burned.

But it was not out of the action of monster but of man, Anri muttering some deluded babble before placing her lighter against the frame. At once the portrait exploded into flames as if parodying the image it was meant to convey. As Katashi took care of the fire and Yuriya dragged Anri off to the side, Shizune also clasped a hand around the lighter girl’s shoulder.

“How many times do I need to tell you idiots to not touch anything,” she hissed, near ready to slam Anri into the ground and leave her there. “Why do I bother keeping you lot alive if you’re just going to damn yourselves, huh? It’s a waste of my time.”

She would have said some more biting words but frankly the sound of Iyato’s voice drew her attention away from flaying Anri. Instead, she sent a truly hellish glare in the direction of the newbie, who had appeared in a classroom just a few feet further back from them. Great, another problem for her to deal with.

Even so, she couldn’t get Iyato caught up; not yet. Not when the portrait was still burning underneath Katashi’s feet, no matter how hard his efforts to douse it. Thankfully someone or something had the bright idea to spew water on the portrait, as if a hose had manifested from the darkness. It reduced the portrait to a charred, wet lump while also getting Katashi’s shoes thoroughly soaked.

“Where did that…come from…” Shizune muttered, eyes trailing the path of sudden water. Before long her gaze feel on another portrait, this one hanging on the wall beside them. Compared to what they had thus seen so far, this one was less bizarre and even somewhat familiar.

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A rancid stench, just like that of rotting meat. An opressive feeling, just like that of Father's disapproval when he found out she fluked that end of term exam. Miyako wriggled on the wooden floor, deep into a dreadful nightmare until the smell jolted her awake. Straightening up, she looked around her just to see how she went from a horrorific vision to another one. "What... What happened to the class?" she asked outloud. The only answer she got was the sound of her own breathing. "Is... anyone here?" she voiced, crealy anxious as she slowly stood up. The creaky sound of the planks under her feet was the world's reply. Not her world, though; it was a completely different place, as the scarlet sky and the macabre landscape evidenced. Not even the classroom was saved from the chaos: the chairs and desks were scattered around the place, the walls were covered in a dark, thick sludge and the blackboard, asides of being unhinged, was covered with deep scratches.
Fear began to settle in the young girl's mind as she walked around the classroom, capturing more and more details of the gruesome scene, slowly becoming more and more anxious. Finally, when she couldn't cope with the situation anymore, she froze were she stood. She remained in that position for a couple of seconds, tears welling up in her eyes as she muttered "No... No... No... No..." Miyako's denial soon began to pick up in speed and strength, sending the young maiden to her knees as she shrieked for help, grasping her head while she looked on the floor. She should have never opened her eyes, she should have remained in the nightmare.

"You have nothing to say to your defense, then? Typical of a deluded fool such as you." Yuriya said coldly as she let Anri go, quite roughly letting him fall to the floor, before turning her attention back to Shizune and Katashi. "What could this mean? DO you have any idea, Shizune?" Yuriya was momentarily distracted by the appearance of the new portrait, as well as the water, initially not noticing the couple of new students that seemed to have awakened in two nearby class rooms.

Once she acknowledged their presence, Yuriya said "We seem to have more company. I'm starting to wonder how many are trapped on this world?" as she moved to the class room where a girl's voice was coming from. "Are you well? I am going to open the door, if you can come out on your own, please do so. Otherwise, we will help you only if it's safe to enter the class room." Yuriya said, perhaps a bit more pragmatical than she should but, on this world anything could be a trap, getting inside that class room blindly could as well kill them. "Todo, once you are done, go check the other one. He seems to have at least made it to the door, the likelihood of a trap is smaller. Shizune, keep an eye on that arsonist while we take care of here, please." Yuriya said to the only two that she could trust, before getting inside the classroom (after ascertaining that it was safe) and trying to help Miyako get out of it. "I'm Yuriya Yozora, who might you be? Anyway, answer it on the way, let us get out of here as soon as we can." Yuriya extended her hand, trying to help Miyako get to her feet.

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Sensing a human voice talking to her, the young woman lifted up her head and looked at the person that was talking to her. It was another student, a tall, black-haired girl that was holding her hand in Miyako's direction. Hesitatingly, she accepted Yozora's help and slowly stood up, keeping her hands close to her chest whenever she could. "Uhm... My name's Inoue, Miyako Inoue..." Sobbing, she wiped the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. "I apologize... Didn't mean to lose my composture in such a shameful display..." Miyako muttered, slowly heading towards the door as she hung her head low. She wanted to know what was going on, but Yozora-san would surely fill her in on another moment, so there was no need to worry. Besides, asking was not part of her duty... no, it wasn't.

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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. "Is that...that's a..."

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. "Thank you for your aid."

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. "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."



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.

"S...H...I...Z...U...N...E.

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.

It had found the creature scratching at the wall.

"S~H~I~Z~U~N~E~"

It was coming.

Katashi Todo. He was one of the ones Iyato liked to avoid. He walked the bright side far too often for Iyato's liking, and it didn't seem like he had any dirty secrets to mellow himself out. Too cool by half, too boring by a third. Iyato did respect his sense, at the very least, but that was it. At least he'd confirmed there were other people with them in this hell. Hopefully Iyato would like them more than him.

"Guess I'll keep this chair then." Iyato said.

He picked up a nearby chair which seemed to be in good condition. It would probably be a good idea to stockpile non-booby-trapped items which could be of some use. That train of thought was also handy for distracting himself from how much he didn't like Todo. He'd imagine the chair would come in handy if there was something on top of a locker, or if someone needed to hang themselves.

"Have you got a rope?" Iyato asked.

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@Lonewolf685

~Shizune Yoshida~

“It means we stick together and don’t touch anything,” she said with a hiss, hands not once letting Anri go. Like she was seriously going to let this idiot roam around without her supervision now that he had touched god knows what. The arrival of more students made the girl roll her eyes just briefly because that meant more people to protect. Lovely.

“We’re in Hell. Stick with us and you won’t be killed,” Shizune said flatly, overhearing Miyako’s sobs over her shoulder. Not like that would really comfort the crying girl but Shizune was done being nice now. If these idiots wanted to ignore her advice and get themselves killed, who was she to stop them? As long as Yuirya was safe, to hell with the others….or so she would have liked to think.

She didn’t have to have super hearing to notice the voice of…something calling out to her. Something speaking her name in an almost childlike nature. Something that made her grimace and look around their merry little group. It didn’t help that the horse portrait Katashi had been stroking was starting to become progressively more and more wet, water leaking from its frame and down the walls.

“We need to move quickly,” Shizune said, loud enough for the others to hear her. “Gather whatever you can and we can go….oh…” she muttered, voice trailing off as something stood at the end of the hallway. It was honestly quite difficult to behold considering how weird it was seeing this thing here. But Shizune turned back to the wet portrait to confirm that what she was seeing was in fact reality. Gone was the horse in the portrait, the dripping animal standing before them in the flesh now.

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"Actually I think that one able to hold their wits in such a situation would be, at the very least, untrustworthy, Inoue-san. Just wipe away your tears, as long as we stay together, we can survive this." Yuriya helped Miyako to the corridor, rejoining the group with a derisive smirk on her face as she mocked herself internally for the words she just uttered.

"Shizune, Todo, if you have finished your businesses, we can go now- What is this voice?" Yuriya's train of thought was interrupted by the voice calling for her friend, just before turning her attention to the now live horse in front of them, blocking the passage. "If any of you got a bright idea, or trick up the sleeve, now is the time to use it. Otherwise, I suggest we head back the way we came, the floor there is unstable, if that thing comes after us, it'll fall right through it."

"Then again, considering that Rokudo most likely was the cause of this incident, I guess that we may need to leave him solve it." The dark haired girl shot a deathly glare at Anri, frankly, now that the foreigners were gone, Anri was the only piece of useless trash hanging around them, in Yuriya's opinion. The faster he dies, the better it'll be for the rest of them all. Yuriya didn't even made that much of an effort to conceal her ill intent, which was visible on her frown.

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"I... see..." the maiden hesitatingly muttered, tangling her fingers as she nodded to what she heard. "But still... Thank you, Yuzura-sempai, for..." Miyako's voice trailed off into a confused hum as her shoes submerged into the water, the cold feeling foreign to the ambience. But that wasn't all of it.

There was a horse standing in the middle of the hallway. It seemed pretty real but, along with the whole place, it had an alien vibe to it. Miyako began trembling yet again, grasping Yuzura's sleeve and hiding behind of her. She seemed to be the most reliable one of the group of students and, thanks to the raven-haired girl's actions, she now irradiated a feeling of safety on Miyako's eyes, as if she were an inpenetrable fortress, the promise of a merciful savior.

"Sempai... what's that thing...? Where do we go...?" she asked, taking a few steps backwards while tugging on Yuzura's uniform. "Who's Roku-" Her question was cut short when she felt the border of the altar against her backside. That was enough to startle the young Miyako, and to make her lose her balance. She fell towards her right side as she wailed her long arms around. Her left wrist impacted against the wall just before her nose did, damaging both of them and making the latter bleed. The crimson liquid ominously dripped from her wound onto the water.

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Cackling. The only responds to the others comments was cackling. Like laughing, but more of a chuckle. And maniacal. "Scary, isn't it? No one knows what's happening. What are you secrets, Yoshishi? What about you Yu-yo? What's going on? You know... You both know more than you're letting on. Just dragging us along and expecting us to follow like lambs to a slaughter." For a moment, Anri's voice cracked and became deep. His actual voice. When the lighter was slapped out of his hand, she saw it fall to the ground where Katashi took it. She made a mental note about that. Otherwise Anri let the other girls manhandle her, simply shooting them an apathetic look and a question. "What are you so afraid of!?"

Still, Anri followed the others if only so she could get her lighter back. When Katashi was busy stamping out the water or following along, Anri was quick to take her lighter back from him, forcefully at that. So a new girl arrived and at some point some of the other students left. Did they? Anri's memory was starting to get a bit fuzzy. There was also a picture of a horse leaking water, but that didn't really catch Anri's eye. At least not until the picture was gone and the horse was there in the flesh. This just made Anri smirk. She heard Yuriya comment and started to laugh again. "Sure. Why not? Wasn't that your plan in the first place? Sacrifice everyone you can just so you and the new girl could escape from here? Come on. As the only two who even have an ounce of an idea of what this place is, it's obvious that this isn't new to you... I'm sure you've done this all before too. This world is tearing us apart but that's the game we have to play. A dog-eat-dog world. So fine! Leave me behind. You can't do shit about it anyways. Let's so if I can do any better..." Anri spoke, her voice filled with spite.

"And just so we're on the same page, when I die, I will haunt you."

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Katashi scowled in the face of mounting chaos consuming the fractured group with hardly any effort on the World of Wasted Dreams part. He hadn't wanted to put any stock into the insidiously simple words scrawled onto the walls, but even Katashi had to admit that Anri was becoming a hazard to their continued survival. There wasn't the animosity towards him which Yuriya harbored, even if Katashi had to fend off Anri's advances on more than one occasion.

"What that- Hey!" The horse could not be afforded more then a wary look before he whirled about to find the pyromaniac had snatched back the lighter and was quickly losing what hold she had on sanity. The sensible thing to do would have been snatching the lighter back, or leaving Anri to whatever fate the moist horse would deliver her to.

"Enough! For fuck's sake people, we're still human beings!" His hand darted out and pulled the trap back from the horse, leveraging his superior upper body strength to move Anri whether they wished it or not. "Not an hour ago we were classmates. We were friends who muddled through our dull lives the best we could, not a bunch of cutthroats kicking each other down so we can run to live another day. Remember that we all still have a damned heart, and this place will have to wrench mine from my body before I give it up." Katashi roared as he stormed back down the hall as per Yuriya's direction.

He paused when he saw one of the newly awoken Miyako trip and fall, her life blood trickling into the slurry of water and slime along the floor. It was a worrisome sight to be sure, but he didn't believe it was enough to cause lasting harm. Occupied as he was with Anri's wrist, he leveled a gaze girdered with steel at the worrisome trap. "I don't want anymore of us to die, but I can't carry us all. So either help me carry Miyako or go with Shizune and the rest."

Without even asking for the lighter back, he released Anri and bent down to check upon the fallen girl. It may have been easier to leave this task to Iyato or Yuriya alone, but Katashi didn't trust the former yet and the latter would likely have needed the help anyway.


It had finished it's meal, a violent crash echoing down the hall as It cast aside the carcass of a mole-oid creature out the hall window. Glass littered the floor and a violent gust of wind tore into the hall, carrying along the coppery aroma of a recently deceased creature while the butcher skipped out of the room and into the dim light of the hall.

It was a she, human in form and appearing as though she should have been among their group if at first glance, but closer inspection refuted this. Her skin from the nose to the collar of her shirt was caked in a ruddy ichor, blood so foul it was nearly a black sludge that clung to her flesh and dripped from parted lips curled upwards in a toothy smirk. As her hands swayed at her side, the moon's light flashed off the barber's sheers spinning around her index finger, their blades flicking off the same droplets from her face.

What separated her from the humans dragged to the World of Wasted Dreams against their will was her eyes. Two cat's eyes that seemed crinkled in mirth as it perceived the chaos wracking the group and found only delight in their suffering

Well aren't you doing well for yourself, Shizune. This group looks like a real keeper, assuming they don't all kill each other, that is. She laughed, standing between them and the escape they sought. "Ooh, looks like you found the portraits. Hope none of you try to mount Mr. Ed over there. He'd sooner be mounting you tidbits if you don't run quick enough~"

@KoL@UberBlutwurst@TheWindel@Lucius Cypher

Slowly opening her eyes, Mikiena rubbed her eyes. Her vision was blurry but she could see enough to know she wasn't where she was supposed to be. As her vision cleared she could see desks around her. 'What class am I in?' she thought to herself. It was strange. Getting up off the floor she got her bearings and looked around the dim classroom. "Hello?" she called out, unsure if she wanted anyone to reply. Not hearing anything, thankfully, she walked slowly over to the door.

The door was closed but not locked. "At least I can get out of here." Mikiena muttered to herself. Looking out the door she opened it was still dimly lit. At least that portion of hallway was. Stepping out the door she looked back to find out what class she was in so she could get out of the school. The Biology classroom. "Weird," she spoke softly as if not to wake someone from their sleep.

Instinctively Mikiena started walking toward the school entrance. Maybe those doors wouldn't be locked, maybe she could get out. "Where is everyone?" she asked. Mikiena was so confused about what was going on. She didn't have her watch on her so she couldn't tell the time. As she walked down the hall she glanced at each clock she passed, but it seemed like each one showed a different time. 'Is this a prank?' Mikiena began thinking. If it was she was going to get back at the people behind this. Their characters were in danger of some stealing.

As she turned left at the end of the hallway she began to hear voices. Her pace slowed as she began to sneak around to find out where the voices were coming from. When she got to a corner, the voices had become louder, she stopped and took a deep breath. For a second she listen, but couldn't completely understand what they were talking about. She did know they were teachers however. Peaking around the corner for a quick second, she saw someone. Looked like a girl. Long black hair. But that was most girls at that school. Mikiena sighed and gave in. Slowly she stepped out from around the corner and said hello.

"Hello?" slowly she walked towards the girl. Maybe she would recognize her if she got close enough. "Do you know what's going on? I woke up in the biology class and I'm quite confused." Mikiena scratched the back of her head and gave a slight chuckle.

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~Shizune Yoshida~

How Shizune wanted to shove that lighter down Anri’s throat. The girl could make her threats all she wanted but if it came down to it, no one would remember her death. No one would bother to, that much Shizune would ensure. But she was painfully correct about one thing; this place was slowly gnarling at their ability to cooperate and work as a cohesive force.

Still, Anri was just a drop in the sea of problems that stood waiting for the group. First was the horse, to which Shizune didn’t really know what to make of. Unless her memory was starting to fade away, she could not identify the creature as either friend or foe. But in this case, it was infinitely more acceptable than the second presence to appear before them, Shizune glaring at the yellow-eyed girl caked in blood.

“Ignore her. She spreads only lies to keep us fighting with one another. She’s just a witch,” Shizune hissed at the newbie before being bumped from behind. At once she turned to recognize yet another student in their school, this one named Mikiena. At this point Shizune stopped questioning the direction of the hallway since front and back no longer had any meaning.

Before she could answer the new girl’s question, the sound of a low whinny would make everyone turn back to the horse. The pale thing snarled and raised up its hoofs, bristling with anger at the sight of the yellow-eyed girl. With a slam of its feet, puddles of water suddenly formed around the dangerous girl, swirling about as watery appendages grappled at her ankles to keep her rooted in place.

“That’s our cue to move,” she told everyone, gripping Mikiena’s hand and moving in whatever direction that carried them away from the yellow-eyed girl. So it would seem the horse was on their side after all, the pale thing snarling at the yellow-eyed girl once more before leading their group further and further away, deeper into the spiraling, never ending hallways of their nightmare school.

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A very unelegant whimper made itself known from the slump that was Miyako's trembling body. Looking up, she only managed to see a blurry pink mess thanks to her now wet glasses. Coupled with the general chaos within the group, and the fact that the horse now seemed to be angry at something or someone, and it was only natural that the young student became more of an emotional wreck than before. "That's our cue to move" was the only coherent phrase that she managed to hear and it was what made her stand up and begin running, her long legs allowing Miyako to not get as far behind as her lack of athletic skill would normally do.
"Where... Where are we going?" she managed to ask between breaths, her impaired vision and overall mental state hampering her ability to keep up with the rest of them. Not being able to distinguish Yozora-sempai among the rest of the students was really getting on her nerves.