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Sylva

Town of the Undead



Sylva simply grinned back at Sephily’s flustered words. It was a cute reaction, one that reminded him of better times. With his grin still in place, he went to check out the rest of the building. He doubted he’d find anything better than what was in the cellar, but it wouldn’t hurt to have another look around. As expected, there wasn’t much of anything of value in most of the rooms as he found out, except for a decently sturdy piece of wood he’d lucked onto. He would’ve liked it if there had been something better he could have used as a weapon, but considering the state of everything, he didn’t fancy the likelihood of getting anything that could last. That would have to come later, it seemed.

After gathering anything he could fit—and that wasn’t in a state of decay—into a leather sack he’d found lying around, Sylva checked everything over one last time to ensure that he was set. Whether it all went well or not, they probably wouldn’t have a chance to restock any time soon. When he was satisfied with his inspection he moved to join the others, ready to head out.

He didn’t protest Sephily’s formation suggestion. She did seem to be the most fragile of the four of them, and Bianca was the only one wearing armour. It was better than nothing.

When he stepped outside, Sylva felt the urge to stretch his wings. He hadn’t had a chance to do so while inside the inn and focusing on it now only made the sensation worse. As his newfound limbs extended to their full length and then retracted, he took the time to look around a bit. The streets were empty since all the zombies had cleared out. Not a single one had seemed able to ignore the toll of the bell, which was good for them.

Sylva took a deep breath. The air wasn’t as displeasing as he’d imagined, considering what had occupied it mere minutes before. Certainly, it was better than the stale air from inside the inn. There were several burnt buildings around the streets, some of which were still smouldering. Whoever, or whatever, had torched the place had done so quite recently. He couldn’t tell at first glance why anyone would have done this. To get rid of undead inside of the buildings, perhaps? Regardless, there certainly wasn’t anyone staying in them anymore.

Maybe whoever had rung the bell was responsible. It wouldn’t be too big of a surprise.

Sylva’s eyes followed Sephily’s finger to the building with a hammer sign. Ah, that was a lucky break and a quick one too. Even if there weren’t any pristine weapons in there, it would probably have some useful materials. One could hope.

Bianca decided to take the initiative and be the first to open the door.

“Go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

Though he said that, Sylva was a bit apprehensive. Only two in their group were armed, and one of those weapons was already proven to be less than effective against the undead. If there was any positive, it was that if there were any zombies inside the building, coming out into the open was the only way to get to them. Sylva watched cautiously as the blond approached the door and then winced as she proceeded to break it down with her shoulder. It should have been expected, as aged as the building seemed to be. Fortunately, the noise wasn’t loud enough to attract any of the zombies that had already left the streets for the bell, which was great! Unfortunately, however, the smithy was not quite as empty as he would have hoped.

Oh, you’ve got to be–

Reacting instinctively, Sylva pulled Bianca away from the broken door and stepped further back into the street.

“.... That might be a problem.”

Sylva's mind was racing. Fire was an idea, though not a particularly good one. Corpses didn’t have the same weaknesses that living bodies had. Of course, a sufficient amount of fire would more than likely do the job but they didn’t have that.

He readied his plank, holding it as if it was a bat. It felt awkward in his hands, and looking at the weapons—ruined as they were—the undead had made him acutely aware of how utterly paltry his own was in comparison.

But it was still better than nothing.

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@VitaVitaAR Not sure if you saw the edits I made.
@Aku the Samurai: Hm.

I still don't think this Contract Ability screams Orochi, and it kind of blocks out anyone else who might want to go for an elemental focus.

I think you should lean into the snake elements more and set up a different contract from the outset. There's other serpents or potential ideas for serpents(an OC snake god could still be pretty serious business) you could go for.

The changes I made should make things more congruous.

@VitaVitaAR I edited the app. Not sure if it's good now.
Sylva

??? — Ruined Inn(?)



The reactions the others had to the journal were mixed, though all of them had similar thoughts on it. Sora’s thoughts mostly mirrored his own, and it made a lot of sense, of course. By all indications, whatever had happened to the town was no accident. That, however, still left the problem of who—or, more likely, what—had caused it all. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn’t tell whether it was excitement or apprehension. There was–

Sylva’s thoughts ground to a halt at the sound of a bell.

What the....?

Sora was the first to comment on it and Sylva was conflicted

On one hand, judging by the state of the rest of the town, and the building they were in, Sylva doubted that automatic bells were a thing here. But on the other hand, magic was, in fact, a thing here, so nothing was for certain. At least the sound had drawn the zombies’ attention.

“Yeah.... we should gather what we can before heading out.”

However, before he could get to that, the little blonde elf spoke up with a reminder that none of them had introduced themselves to each other. Except for Sora, but she wasn’t there for that.

The little blonde elf went ahead with the introductions first, and he tilted his head in confusion. Hm.... Sephily. Where had he heard that name before? Ah, well, if he couldn’t remember, then it probably wasn’t anything important.

The taller blonde woman introduced herself as Bianca next and he smiled back at her. Now, he supposed it was his turn. For a moment, though, he was quiet.

This was a fantasy world, right? New world, new life. A fresh start.

“.... I’m Sylva,” he eventually said, a slight alteration from the nickname he was used to. It had felt right in the moment, although he wasn’t sure why. Yet another mystery to figure out....

“Nice to meet you, Sephy!” Sylva said with a broad grin, mimicking the other blonde’s gesture of patting the little elf's beret-covered head, “You, too, Bianca!”

He’d think of a nickname for her later. For now, they had some supplies to find.

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Yui Kazuma


Location: 1B Homeroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture

Hm?

Yui acknowledged the pink-haired girl with a slight incline of his head. Her clap wasn’t done harshly, but his Quirk redirected the force all the same. He raised an eyebrow at the lengthy speech she gave to the professor, and the rest of the class before she fluttered out of the classroom in a storm of flower petals.

Yui’s gaze turned back to Ravens when he started laughing out of nowhere.

Well, that was quite the 180. It was all a test? That sounded like a bit of a cop-out in all honesty.

He stifled a fake yawn, staring at Ravens through half-lidded eyes. Well, it wasn’t like he’d been planning to go to detention regardless, and cop-out or not, he wasn’t one to pass up on free food.

“I hope you won’t regret that, sensei.”

Usually, Yui wouldn’t care much about the bipolar outburst of a professor he didn’t know, but.... hm. There was something that piqued his interest; an itch he couldn’t just ignore. Without much thought, he pressed a finger to the side of his head, taking a breath to steady his hand. It lasted only a second—and not any longer, for safety reasons—but he still got what he wanted.

Ah, well that satisfied his curiosity a tad. A more inquisitive person would have tried to go further, but he wasn’t that kind of guy—not when he didn’t need to be. Everyone had their secrets, and he wasn’t usually one to pry into things that didn’t concern him. He could reciprocate at least that much.

Yui blinked the spots from his eyes, pulling up his headphones and reclining in his chair.

He’d get to the dorms soon enough, but for now, he had something to check. Flipping through his Hawkpad, Yui’s eyes scanned over the latest news for a moment until something caught his eye. Huh, so Endeavor was retiring? Not surprising, considering the severity of the injuries he sustained a few years ago during the Paranormal Liberation War. If anything, this was a long time coming. Hopefully, nothing too bad would happen after the announcement.

Yui’s lips twitched.

Hopefully, indeed.

He attached his Hawkpad to his bracer and frowned as he looked at the screen again.

[Search pending....]

With a sigh, Yui shut off the device. Hawkpads were distributed to every student at Eirei, so of course they were monitored in some way. Getting rid of that would’ve been far too suspicious, not to mention just a terrible idea in general. They were made that way for a reason and it wasn’t a stupid one.

In the grand scheme of things, however, that made keeping certain things to himself.... difficult. He wasn’t opposed to working with other people, but if there was something they didn’t need to know, then they didn’t need to know.

Circumventing that particular issue wasn’t exactly rocket science—that would’ve been useless—but it wasn’t easy either. He had sacrificed a lot of sleepless nights to get it done right. It might not have been a necessity anymore, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it any less.

Yui removed the Hawkpad from his bracer and pocketed it, letting his eyes flutter shut for the briefest of moments. He took a breath and then stood up from his chair in a single, fluid movement. Well, he had to head over to the dorm sooner or later and there was no point in delaying it further.

Plus, he had to stop by the support department for.... things. Then, he’d get right on what was likely another wild goose chase.

Sigh.... Why couldn’t things just be easy for once?

Despite his thoughts, the slightest ghost of a smile appeared on Yui’s lips.
Yui Kazuma


Location: 1B Homeroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture

Whoa~

Casual racism just like that, on the first day? And coming from what seemed to be a second-year student supervisor of all things? Maybe being in this class wouldn't be an utterly tedious affair, after all. Honestly, the crazies were usually some of the most entertaining to watch. That said, while Yui was indifferent to her status, he had enough understanding of her position to realise her actions were less than stellar—in the eyes of regular people, at least. However, if such things were allowed purely based on her role as a student advisor, maybe he should start rethinking his strategy this time around. Not that he agreed with the use of such force on a fellow hero-to-be, but it wasn't like it bothered him either way. Ah, but.... Yui's eyes scanned over Rin's body for a moment, and his eyebrows furrowed. That was odd. She–

Yui's mismatched eyes flashed back to the door as the lights flickered and the professor arrived. Well, here comes the voice of reason–

.... Actually, he'd have to reserve judgment on that. You could never know what kind of person someone was at first glance, not in most cases. That, at least, he could attest to.

Yui was proven right in his decision when, instead of acting like a normal professor (what was even considered normal, though?), the man only made things worse, for everyone. Well, most everyone. He used the same term too—Yui blatantly rolled his eyes at the professor calling them hatchlings. So, he was even more casually racist than the second year. Goody. And here he was thinking, hoping, yearning for this school to be more tolerant than that. Shame on him for even daring to entertain the very thought.... Anyway, the appointed professor wasn't unknown to him, not entirely. He had at least a passing familiarity with the names of Pro Heroes. That was the least he needed if he wanted to succeed. He had to admit, though, that the hero's personality left quite a lot to be desired. The professor raged a bit at Mia—he seemed to have something against her for some reason—and finished his "speech" by calling the entirety of the class Dirtbloods, Nullbloods, and Truebloods before assigning almost the entirety of the class to detention for a month, because of.... nothing? The dorm assignments were pushed to the back of his mind as he processed the information.

Yui could only blink in confusion at the announcement.

What?

No, seriously. What the fuck?

Such a blatant show of favouritism was.... not surprising, to be honest, but that didn't make it any less unfair, which was something a lot of people didn't really like. It wasn't that he didn't understand why they held the sentiment, he just didn't care. That, however, was not to say he would just roll over and follow the whims of a prejudiced teacher with more vitriol than sense. He didn't expect much from most people, but the bar could only be so low and yet this guy had cleared it entirely. Almost impressive, actually.

It was like watching a game of Limbo if it was hot garbage.

"Shimura-sensei, was it? I think—and I say this with all the respect you deserve," Yui's voice was just oozing with sarcasm as he drawled and he wasn't even bothering to hide it, "You should throw yourself out of a window. Head first, if you'd be so kind."
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