(All right, you tortured souls [reference] have been waiting long enough! Here's the post to start things off! I'm adding two characters (controlled by me) into the gray with another possible one coming in later, plus the numerous NPCs' in Heavenly Host so yeah)
A heavy rain poured against the almost blackened glass of the classroom, ambience growing as it echoed through the darkness. A lone flashlight shone a ray of light, almost holy in nature, up the face of one of the few students who sat in the circle of friends, who grinned an impossibly large grin. It was creepy, almost horrifying to some, as this side of him hadn't been seen by many. His eyes shone of an ocean deep blue, as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Hey, have you guys heard about the 21st of October?" Asks Jinta, a year 11 student at Kisaragi Academy, and a generally friendly and cheery young man. He's known mostly for his experience in martial arts and incredible strength, dexterity and overall physical fitness. When the other students shook their heads, he continued. "Well basically it's a little something that started up a week ago. You see, some of the students from class 2-9 came out of some kind of 'comatose', saying that some of their classmates were replaced and that everything was fake. Well, I'm here to tell you the story of one of those who were afflicted by this curse: Satoshi Mochida.
He told me how one dark October night, just like this one -- in fact it was exactly one week ago -- that he and his friends were transported to a horrible school known as Heavenly Host Elementary School: the predecessor of our school, Kisaragi Academy. Kisaragi was built on the very foundations of Heavenly Host, however that's not important. What's important is, through some sort of dark ritual, something that he wouldn't tell me the name of, he and his friends were taken to that very school that was demolished fifty years ago. Apparently, the people he thought existed were the few who died there, and that the place was filled to the brim with dead bodies, lost souls, and ghosts. He told me that if I ever found myself there, I'd need to do the best to protect the ones I loved. Or something. I'm missing a few key details but that's most of it."
"Jinta, that wasn't even remotely scary. We're telling scary stories not making things up on the spot!" Mayuri replies with a look of indifference. Jinta simply chuckles, shrugging at the remark.
"I felt like telling something a little more factual," Jinta adds in his defence, looking at Shirako, who was bobbing his head to the rhythm of some techno music. "At least it was better than what he could muster. A techno monster that eats your subs isn't quite what I had in mind as 'horror'. Also, it wasn't 'made up', because Satoshi told it to me!"
It was the 28th of October, and many of the class were in preparation of Halloween, as Mayuri had insisted on doing so as something fun. Tonight was a scary stories night, and everyone was pulling out the best they could offer... Well, almost everyone. Shirako was seated in the circle alongside Jinta, Mayuri and the other students, who were all in the process of coming up with the most horrific tales they could think of. Needless to say, it wasn't going too well...
A heavy rain poured against the almost blackened glass of the classroom, ambience growing as it echoed through the darkness. A lone flashlight shone a ray of light, almost holy in nature, up the face of one of the few students who sat in the circle of friends, who grinned an impossibly large grin. It was creepy, almost horrifying to some, as this side of him hadn't been seen by many. His eyes shone of an ocean deep blue, as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Hey, have you guys heard about the 21st of October?" Asks Jinta, a year 11 student at Kisaragi Academy, and a generally friendly and cheery young man. He's known mostly for his experience in martial arts and incredible strength, dexterity and overall physical fitness. When the other students shook their heads, he continued. "Well basically it's a little something that started up a week ago. You see, some of the students from class 2-9 came out of some kind of 'comatose', saying that some of their classmates were replaced and that everything was fake. Well, I'm here to tell you the story of one of those who were afflicted by this curse: Satoshi Mochida.
He told me how one dark October night, just like this one -- in fact it was exactly one week ago -- that he and his friends were transported to a horrible school known as Heavenly Host Elementary School: the predecessor of our school, Kisaragi Academy. Kisaragi was built on the very foundations of Heavenly Host, however that's not important. What's important is, through some sort of dark ritual, something that he wouldn't tell me the name of, he and his friends were taken to that very school that was demolished fifty years ago. Apparently, the people he thought existed were the few who died there, and that the place was filled to the brim with dead bodies, lost souls, and ghosts. He told me that if I ever found myself there, I'd need to do the best to protect the ones I loved. Or something. I'm missing a few key details but that's most of it."
"Jinta, that wasn't even remotely scary. We're telling scary stories not making things up on the spot!" Mayuri replies with a look of indifference. Jinta simply chuckles, shrugging at the remark.
"I felt like telling something a little more factual," Jinta adds in his defence, looking at Shirako, who was bobbing his head to the rhythm of some techno music. "At least it was better than what he could muster. A techno monster that eats your subs isn't quite what I had in mind as 'horror'. Also, it wasn't 'made up', because Satoshi told it to me!"
It was the 28th of October, and many of the class were in preparation of Halloween, as Mayuri had insisted on doing so as something fun. Tonight was a scary stories night, and everyone was pulling out the best they could offer... Well, almost everyone. Shirako was seated in the circle alongside Jinta, Mayuri and the other students, who were all in the process of coming up with the most horrific tales they could think of. Needless to say, it wasn't going too well...
