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Digimon: Soul Hunters

7.00pm UTC+8/Monday; August 1st 2011 - NanaZuika Sugbu Beach Resort - Hamada Residence (NanaZuika Big Cabana), Seven's Room
Mactan Island, Cebu, Philippines

Walking out of the covered dining area, Seven bit the bottom of his lip. Scratching the back of his head and ignoring the paintings his father had chosen to decorate their big cabana, he grumbled to himself. Was this a joke? Was he fixated too much on this?

"Seven-sama, do you want the rest of the staff to clean up the dining area?”

"Yes, Chiaki-kun, I'm leaving you in charge, I just happen to...check out this e-mail I received recently. Please tell Mom and Dad too that I'll be up all night with my homework, so...you know the drill."

"Very good, I'll put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on your door. You need coffee, tea or something else to drink?"

"I'm good, thanks. Good night, Chiaki-kun, sunny and green is the morrow."

"Good night, Seven-sama. Tomorrow's another day!"

Inside his room, Seven’s sitting in front of the desk filled with lots of stuff all over the place, and then the e-mail shows one unread at the Inbox folder on his device ‘Switch’.

Seven can't see through these glitch texts at all and what's worse for him is that it's in binary. The young techie may know a thing or two about codes himself, but this was the first time Seven was stumped.

"Oh, to heck with this one, I’ll get back here once I have my homework done. Heh.", Seven chuckled, as he unwittingly made a rhyme.

About two and a half hours later...

"All done! Now, to work on the...", he frowns, "Oh darn, look at the mess I have made."

Where was that notepad? Looking at the desk scattered with miscellaneous objects he couldn't describe. He needed better organization. Sorting through the junk, there you are. He picks up the notepad and loads up the converter site on his device.

CLANG!

"What was that?!”, he said as he jumped from his seat.

Great. He either was in a horror film about to die or it was just the wind banging against some metal sidings again. Getting up and putting on a jacket, he headed outside...

An empty metal oil drum reused as a makeshift griller broke off. Probably due to overuse from last night’s Sunday Luau party...

Without hesitation, Seven puts down the broken griller in the sand and away from the lounge chairs by the beachfront.

"Heat fatigue. And a substandard metal oil drum. Oh boy, this goes in the inventory."

He saw Lando in the distance fixing and tuning up his guitar? And a lone fire dancer?

"Lando-san, didn’t you just leave for home?", Seven asked, scrunching up his face.

This was getting weird, or maybe he was stuck in a time loop. Or maybe you’re getting too ahead of yourself, you probably just fell asleep while trying to decode, Seven...

"Where's Kazu, Lando-san? Is he hunting?", Seven asked while his gaze draws on a fire that should not be going. Didn't he put that a while ago? Watching as glowing flames of orange and yellow flickered. Embers crackling, spitting sparks in still time...

Digimon: Soul Hunters

@AngelofOctober I think I may be able to post something tomorrow. Started quite late. But hopefully they'll be a slot available. XD

@SleepingSilence

There's only the Crest of Light left.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

浜田 七郎

I̷̞̐̆̀̌G̸̡̝̟̼̊̌̿N̵̼̩̎̊͌̔Ọ̶̱̥̩̌̀͛͝R̷̻̖̔͝Ä̷̞̔͛N̴̗͕̒̿̇̀C̶̜̆̐̒Ẽ̵̯̪̃̅.

ỏ̷̬̣͔̠̏r̸̭̗͑ͅ ̴̼͋́͊̋i̶̘̤̍̓̈́s̸͖͓̈́̚ ̵̢̥͙̦̈́̋ḧ̴̞́͘͝ē̶̹̬̍..?̵̤̜̋͆

光司/コウジ

松野 千秋

三代目松野一家

J̴̡͇͇̙̟̗̤̖̹͓̮̮͓̳̈͌̋̅͆̌̽͐͘͜͠U̸͍̜̘̰̻̣̞͓̗̲͊̈̔̂̆̌̍̋̐͐͂̃͒̑̒Ś̵̘͓͌̇͊̈̌͌̌̏̕T̶̛͇͓̩̘͚̰̃͑̈́̈́̋̑͂̾͊̅́͜ ̸̨͎̥͖͈̫͕̲̯̓̔̔̉̌́͋͌̽͗̂͝͝ͅͅŚ̴͕̣̘̻̻̱̏͋̑̽̍̓͠ͅͅE̸͖͓̫̰̝̟̣̲̯̣̪͍͗͛̊V̵̤̂̊̇̽̈́̒̅̑͂̾̉̇͆̚͝E̸͙̣̗̰͐̀͑N̴̙̪̥͈͈̞̑̀̏͗́.̸̧̧͓͉͖̭̇̀̅̀̀̌̊̈̑͜͠

E̸̛͓̗̮̹̾̍̽̃͐̾̔́͘͝ṛ̸̢̖̞̓̈̊̐r̵̢̩͎͔̬̹̩͚̆͛ͅo̵̖̾̽́͐̂̄̎̆̓̈́͜͝ȓ̸͍̅͒̽̈́͛̔͑̒̕.̴̤͇̲̓͊̈́̀̇̀͑̕͝ ̴̡̢̭͉͈̣̺̔̈́̀̍̈́͆̾͑͂̅̿̔̐Ş̵̝͎͕͖͈̻͈̝̐̍̊̎̑̈́͌́͂̀̈́͝͝c̷͖̻̥̳̳̃̌̽͗̋̈́̃̉͜͜ŗ̶̧̡̜̖̖͇̖̮͇̳͇͇̂̑i̶͓͛̿̆͛̓͛̕͝p̷̛͙̪̫̠̭̬̒̓̓́̊̉̎̆̌̽̀̑͠͝t̵͍̗̜͖̙̉̊̇̊́̈́͊̆̀ ̶̭̱̊̀̀̊̔͊â̴̩̅̏̈́̈̅͐̅̾̍͝͠n̴̢͈̖͉̜̐̋̈̋͊̓̇͛̉̃̓͑͘͘d̵̛̞͕̘͓̲͉͉̗͔̯̋͋̾͗͐͘/̷̹͍̤̯̩̪̳͙̹͓͋͗͊̄͂̏́̿̈́͗͆́̕͝ö̷͕͂̀̇̈́̆̋͐̓͌͗̾̓͘̚r̶̨͔̬͇͐̒́̅͛̐̂̉͝ͅ ̸̧̳̩̪͖̮̜͔̝̈́̈́̋̊̒́͒̐̕͝e̵̡̫͓͇͕̖͖͎͕̞̺̪̺͐x̵͉͓̞͙̜͉̳͉͕̖̦͔̗͐̄̎͑͊́̈̽̎̀͜ͅe̷̪̥̐̄̍͑͗̃̌͒́̅͘͝ç̷̧̙̗̯͇͎̜̫͉̤̗̹͛ͅủ̴̡̠̖͓̥̠̦́ṯ̷̻̳̲͉̝͙͚͇̾͌̌̓̈ͅà̸̧͙̯͍̭̭̗̣͎̣̤̰̏̆͠b̸̨̥̪̜̬̰̠͈̗͓̭͎̬̀̒́̓̚l̶̛̛̛̯̰͔̠̤̻̼̎̊̊̇̑͐͜͝e̸͈̙͐͛͗͆̽̀̊ ̸͙̇̈́͊f̴̨̨̨̛̛̘̦̟̘̱͚̩͈̼̬̂̿̃̋i̸͈̒̿́̊̅̅͠l̸̻̬̝̭̥͎͇̠͇̲̖̯͉͕̉̀͒̽̐̕͠͝ȩ̵̖̙̦̺̼̟̟͎̜̉̈́̃́̓̕ ̸̡̘͕͙͉̀̾̃̐̋͗̃̿͜͝į̶͍̩͛̐̿̌s̵̛̙̼͙̩̫̎͋̀̑̈́͝ ̴͎̰̠̘̫̠͙̟̤̳̗̟̦͐̌̋̽͆̂͘͝ṃ̸̧̡̧̱͕͇̜̪͈̲̘̦̭̻̎̋͑̃̚i̸̛̙̰̦͙̙͈̥̜̊̌̎̓̐͛̓̋̋̀̀͋͝ŝ̵̨̨̛͚̙̗͇̙̦̤͍̯͎̻̈̄̋̿͒͋̊̄͌̈̒ṣ̸̦̣̘͎̘̻̯̀̊͆̌̉́͂̓͒̽̃̂̂̚i̸͎̱̠̗̗̦͇͔̬̙̹͇̬̜͆̍̃͋͑̈́̎̀̚͘͜ṅ̷̻̺͉̺̲̠͚̹̖͐̊g̴̘̮̰̝͖͚͆̈̍̍ ̴̨̬͔̼͗̊̀̂̆̋͊̇̌̕ǫ̴̨͇̙̣̰̘̼͔͙̰͍̫̋̽̔r̶̢͇̝̲̤̠̕͜ͅ ̴̢̳̲̳̻̭̜̼̎́̀̔̓̀̇̂̈́́̽͋́̔̕c̶̡̥͚̘̝̭̜̙̱̩̪̘̚o̴̼͚͆̇͛̓̾͊́͑͑̃̃ṟ̸͇̠͚̰̘͗̆̈́̿̒͗̋̓̂͐̂̾̎͝ṛ̵̡͕̩͚͉̯͍̞̮̙̰̝̈́̽͘͠ͅŭ̸̧̧̡͇̩̞͓̟̥̺̠̰̥̬͆̍̐̅̉̎p̸̢͈̞̂͑͊̎̇͗͋̍̏̕͠t̶̨̥̤͓̱̻͉̦͓͚͂̐͒̒̈̕͜ͅ.̷̷̧̢̮̪̪̥̤̺̫̭̬̻̥͇̝̠͙̮̰̻͉̋̽́̌͗̽̌̒̌̂͒͐́͒͘͝͠͝ͅ
̵̢̛̘̮͙̖̪̗̞͔̖̦̬̯͔̉̋̊̾̔̄͂͆͜͝͝M̷͇͎͊̿̓̀̄́́̓͝͝O̵̜̟̹͈̓̈́̽͆͛̑̒̏͋V̵̡̹̠̥̗̝̗̮̉̏̽̊̂͗͂̃Ę̷̡̛͈̖͓̱̮̬̤͙̻̱̟̩͉̅͌̊̈́̔̀̈́͐͛̽͂̃͒ ̵̡̛̛̦̬̮͚̳̲̥̭̮͓̝͑̄̇̅̈̾̈́̐͘̚ͅĄ̴̛̻̳̣̣̬͈͇͎̫͈̳̗̝̆́͂͆̎̏͂͋͜L̴̩̰̾̈́͌̌̓̓̈̓̉̓̕Ò̸̘̰͉̜̙͈͍̼̠̝̤͑̓͒͜Ņ̵̺̗̭͖͈͎͇̲͈̔̕͜ͅG̴̨̦̰̳̤͎͍̪̲̬̤͉͊͜,̴̺̃̀͌̈̈́̔̂̄͘͘ ̵̩̯̼̺̟̤̻̞͕̬̜̉͛͊͂̀͂́͆͊̈́̈́̃͆͋͜M̵̢̡̨̞͍͚͔̟̬̘̭͂́̈̃̈́̈́Ǫ̵̢͓̬̙̺̣̖̩͆͗̎̓͝͠V̴̫͗̐̈̐̎̌̊̃̚ͅḘ̶̢͎̟̖͙̯̬͎̺̜̿̽̇͂̓̈́̎͑̓̄ ̷̜̬̻̜̝̜̈͐̎́͘A̵̺̓̎͠͝L̷̢͍̹̱͉̯̝̬̼͈̤͕̿͊̀̏̽̌̚͘Ȏ̴̰̦̌̀̿̽̂̀̀̈́͊̈́͐̏Ņ̴̰̮͕͎̗͔͓̝̦̝̾̓́Ģ̷̢͈͉̗̝̫̖͖͈̠̣͈̗͆.̵͔̹̗̩̞͙̻̲̰̔͑͑̌͊̐̀̂̕͝

Digimon: Soul Hunters

浜田 七郎

I̷̞̐̆̀̌G̸̡̝̟̼̊̌̿N̵̼̩̎̊͌̔Ọ̶̱̥̩̌̀͛͝R̷̻̖̔͝Ä̷̞̔͛N̴̗͕̒̿̇̀C̶̜̆̐̒Ẽ̵̯̪̃̅.

ỏ̷̬̣͔̠̏r̸̭̗͑ͅ ̴̼͋́͊̋i̶̘̤̍̓̈́s̸͖͓̈́̚ ̵̢̥͙̦̈́̋ḧ̴̞́͘͝ē̶̹̬̍..?̵̤̜̋͆

光司/コウジ

松野 千秋

三代目松野一家

J̴̡͇͇̙̟̗̤̖̹͓̮̮͓̳̈͌̋̅͆̌̽͐͘͜͠U̸͍̜̘̰̻̣̞͓̗̲͊̈̔̂̆̌̍̋̐͐͂̃͒̑̒Ś̵̘͓͌̇͊̈̌͌̌̏̕T̶̛͇͓̩̘͚̰̃͑̈́̈́̋̑͂̾͊̅́͜ ̸̨͎̥͖͈̫͕̲̯̓̔̔̉̌́͋͌̽͗̂͝͝ͅͅŚ̴͕̣̘̻̻̱̏͋̑̽̍̓͠ͅͅE̸͖͓̫̰̝̟̣̲̯̣̪͍͗͛̊V̵̤̂̊̇̽̈́̒̅̑͂̾̉̇͆̚͝E̸͙̣̗̰͐̀͑N̴̙̪̥͈͈̞̑̀̏͗́.̸̧̧͓͉͖̭̇̀̅̀̀̌̊̈̑͜͠

E̸̛͓̗̮̹̾̍̽̃͐̾̔́͘͝ṛ̸̢̖̞̓̈̊̐r̵̢̩͎͔̬̹̩͚̆͛ͅo̵̖̾̽́͐̂̄̎̆̓̈́͜͝ȓ̸͍̅͒̽̈́͛̔͑̒̕.̴̤͇̲̓͊̈́̀̇̀͑̕͝ ̴̡̢̭͉͈̣̺̔̈́̀̍̈́͆̾͑͂̅̿̔̐Ş̵̝͎͕͖͈̻͈̝̐̍̊̎̑̈́͌́͂̀̈́͝͝c̷͖̻̥̳̳̃̌̽͗̋̈́̃̉͜͜ŗ̶̧̡̜̖̖͇̖̮͇̳͇͇̂̑i̶͓͛̿̆͛̓͛̕͝p̷̛͙̪̫̠̭̬̒̓̓́̊̉̎̆̌̽̀̑͠͝t̵͍̗̜͖̙̉̊̇̊́̈́͊̆̀ ̶̭̱̊̀̀̊̔͊â̴̩̅̏̈́̈̅͐̅̾̍͝͠n̴̢͈̖͉̜̐̋̈̋͊̓̇͛̉̃̓͑͘͘d̵̛̞͕̘͓̲͉͉̗͔̯̋͋̾͗͐͘/̷̹͍̤̯̩̪̳͙̹͓͋͗͊̄͂̏́̿̈́͗͆́̕͝ö̷͕͂̀̇̈́̆̋͐̓͌͗̾̓͘̚r̶̨͔̬͇͐̒́̅͛̐̂̉͝ͅ ̸̧̳̩̪͖̮̜͔̝̈́̈́̋̊̒́͒̐̕͝e̵̡̫͓͇͕̖͖͎͕̞̺̪̺͐x̵͉͓̞͙̜͉̳͉͕̖̦͔̗͐̄̎͑͊́̈̽̎̀͜ͅe̷̪̥̐̄̍͑͗̃̌͒́̅͘͝ç̷̧̙̗̯͇͎̜̫͉̤̗̹͛ͅủ̴̡̠̖͓̥̠̦́ṯ̷̻̳̲͉̝͙͚͇̾͌̌̓̈ͅà̸̧͙̯͍̭̭̗̣͎̣̤̰̏̆͠b̸̨̥̪̜̬̰̠͈̗͓̭͎̬̀̒́̓̚l̶̛̛̛̯̰͔̠̤̻̼̎̊̊̇̑͐͜͝e̸͈̙͐͛͗͆̽̀̊ ̸͙̇̈́͊f̴̨̨̨̛̛̘̦̟̘̱͚̩͈̼̬̂̿̃̋i̸͈̒̿́̊̅̅͠l̸̻̬̝̭̥͎͇̠͇̲̖̯͉͕̉̀͒̽̐̕͠͝ȩ̵̖̙̦̺̼̟̟͎̜̉̈́̃́̓̕ ̸̡̘͕͙͉̀̾̃̐̋͗̃̿͜͝į̶͍̩͛̐̿̌s̵̛̙̼͙̩̫̎͋̀̑̈́͝ ̴͎̰̠̘̫̠͙̟̤̳̗̟̦͐̌̋̽͆̂͘͝ṃ̸̧̡̧̱͕͇̜̪͈̲̘̦̭̻̎̋͑̃̚i̸̛̙̰̦͙̙͈̥̜̊̌̎̓̐͛̓̋̋̀̀͋͝ŝ̵̨̨̛͚̙̗͇̙̦̤͍̯͎̻̈̄̋̿͒͋̊̄͌̈̒ṣ̸̦̣̘͎̘̻̯̀̊͆̌̉́͂̓͒̽̃̂̂̚i̸͎̱̠̗̗̦͇͔̬̙̹͇̬̜͆̍̃͋͑̈́̎̀̚͘͜ṅ̷̻̺͉̺̲̠͚̹̖͐̊g̴̘̮̰̝͖͚͆̈̍̍ ̴̨̬͔̼͗̊̀̂̆̋͊̇̌̕ǫ̴̨͇̙̣̰̘̼͔͙̰͍̫̋̽̔r̶̢͇̝̲̤̠̕͜ͅ ̴̢̳̲̳̻̭̜̼̎́̀̔̓̀̇̂̈́́̽͋́̔̕c̶̡̥͚̘̝̭̜̙̱̩̪̘̚o̴̼͚͆̇͛̓̾͊́͑͑̃̃ṟ̸͇̠͚̰̘͗̆̈́̿̒͗̋̓̂͐̂̾̎͝ṛ̵̡͕̩͚͉̯͍̞̮̙̰̝̈́̽͘͠ͅŭ̸̧̧̡͇̩̞͓̟̥̺̠̰̥̬͆̍̐̅̉̎p̸̢͈̞̂͑͊̎̇͗͋̍̏̕͠t̶̨̥̤͓̱̻͉̦͓͚͂̐͒̒̈̕͜ͅ.̷̷̧̢̮̪̪̥̤̺̫̭̬̻̥͇̝̠͙̮̰̻͉̋̽́̌͗̽̌̒̌̂͒͐́͒͘͝͠͝ͅ
̵̢̛̘̮͙̖̪̗̞͔̖̦̬̯͔̉̋̊̾̔̄͂͆͜͝͝M̷͇͎͊̿̓̀̄́́̓͝͝O̵̜̟̹͈̓̈́̽͆͛̑̒̏͋V̵̡̹̠̥̗̝̗̮̉̏̽̊̂͗͂̃Ę̷̡̛͈̖͓̱̮̬̤͙̻̱̟̩͉̅͌̊̈́̔̀̈́͐͛̽͂̃͒ ̵̡̛̛̦̬̮͚̳̲̥̭̮͓̝͑̄̇̅̈̾̈́̐͘̚ͅĄ̴̛̻̳̣̣̬͈͇͎̫͈̳̗̝̆́͂͆̎̏͂͋͜L̴̩̰̾̈́͌̌̓̓̈̓̉̓̕Ò̸̘̰͉̜̙͈͍̼̠̝̤͑̓͒͜Ņ̵̺̗̭͖͈͎͇̲͈̔̕͜ͅG̴̨̦̰̳̤͎͍̪̲̬̤͉͊͜,̴̺̃̀͌̈̈́̔̂̄͘͘ ̵̩̯̼̺̟̤̻̞͕̬̜̉͛͊͂̀͂́͆͊̈́̈́̃͆͋͜M̵̢̡̨̞͍͚͔̟̬̘̭͂́̈̃̈́̈́Ǫ̵̢͓̬̙̺̣̖̩͆͗̎̓͝͠V̴̫͗̐̈̐̎̌̊̃̚ͅḘ̶̢͎̟̖͙̯̬͎̺̜̿̽̇͂̓̈́̎͑̓̄ ̷̜̬̻̜̝̜̈͐̎́͘A̵̺̓̎͠͝L̷̢͍̹̱͉̯̝̬̼͈̤͕̿͊̀̏̽̌̚͘Ȏ̴̰̦̌̀̿̽̂̀̀̈́͊̈́͐̏Ņ̴̰̮͕͎̗͔͓̝̦̝̾̓́Ģ̷̢͈͉̗̝̫̖͖͈̠̣͈̗͆.̵͔̹̗̩̞͙̻̲̰̔͑͑̌͊̐̀̂̕͝

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THE GAME HAS BEEN RESET.

PLEASE PROCEED TO https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/172093-digimon-soul-hunters/ooc.

Butterflies and brave hearts,

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Sorry, I think I'm gonna bow out. Good luck and have fun!

@Vertigo

It's all right.

Characters (Nationalities) and their Traits
@BeachDude7PH as Shichirou 'Seven' Hamada (JPN), Knowledge
@Letter Bee as Carol Akechi (PHI-JPN), Light
@BladeSS4 as Carver Walker (GBR), Kindness
@Mike the Bloodwolf as Michael 'Mike' Fertar (GBR), Friendship
@AngelofOctober as Kei Himura (JPN-CHN), Reliability & Shayne Wyatt Ascher (NOR), Courage
@The Jest as ??? (???), Hope
@DarkwolfX37 as Violet North (USA), Sincerity

Available Traits
Love

Locked Traits
Destiny
Miracles

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A group of confused and angry guests were beginning to form in the lobby. They were looking around for someone to take charge and take charge my father did, with a firmness that didn’t seem like him outside of the public eye.

“Everyone!” he says loudly, all eyes are on him now, “First off I’d like to welcome you all to the NanaZuika Sugbu.” he bows, “Second of all, I’d like to address any concerns you may have. I have been made aware of the current situation and give you my humble apology that you’re experiencing this inconvenience. Unfortunately at this time we are also experiencing the same technical difficulties so we have no further information of why this may be occurring. Instead we have waived the fee for our lunch services today. I hope we can resolve this situation soon.”

I don’t know how Dad can be so relaxed in situations like this. I’d be too stressed to do his job, and yet watching him shows me the expectation that I’ll have some day. Would I be able to follow in his footsteps, I wonder? Right now he doesn’t seem like the same Dad I know: the one wearing goofy hats and laughing. This is an entirely different Dad at this moment and I am struck with both awe, and anxiety. I don’t know how to quell that side of me.

Dad takes one last bow and makes his way to the reception desk. Stepping into the eyesight of the very angry crowd, who feels like none of their concerns have been yet addressed I’m a bit nervous to take control, but I do.

“Please, sit wherever you like,” I tell the crowd, “And while it isn’t time for lunch yet, we can discuss the current situation in hopes to ease any of your doubts.”

Dad smiles at me proudly from the reception desk. I feel my cheeks go hot for a brief second.

“Young man,” a businessman raises his hand from the crowded lobby.

“Seven, sir,” I say with a slight bow.

“Seven, then,” the man makes a funny face, Dad’s still eyeing me, should I have given my first name then, huh, “My wife and I were on our way to Cebu from here when the storm blew in. We were expecting rain, thunder. Not our phones acting up. Is this some kind of hacker, perhaps?”

“It’s probably just an electrical storm,” says a disinterested teenager trying to get her phone to work.

“Do you even know what happens in an electrical storm?” says a disgruntled man holding a baby.

An uproar of individuals all begin to bicker among each other. My father is eyeing me and I know I should be controlling the situation, somehow. It'd be nice if we had any actual information we could give them.

“Everyone calm down,” I tell the group, “We’ll hand out more information as it comes. For right now, please be reassured the staff is working swiftly into figuring out what is going on.”

Meanwhile, Chiaki-kun has been standing off in the distance in the corner of the lobby trying to remain invisible. He’s looking at his phone and biting his lip in thought. He eyes me and beckons me to come over silently.

Bowing, “Excuse me ladies and gentlemen.”

Heading over, Chiaki-kun looks over at me.

“What’s going on?” I asked him.

“Are you a hundred percent sure you didn’t piss off some ancient ghost? Maybe back in Japan, ghosts exist, because you’re not going to believe this...and I'm about to piss my pants in fear!” he exclaims.

How is this man older than me?

1.30pm UTC+8/Monday; August 1, 2011 - NanaZuika Sugbu Beach Resort - Seven’s Crash Cove (Guests’ Covered Dining Area)
Mactan Island, Cebu, Philippines

“Here in the Philippines we use our hands to eat, traditionally called boodle fight.” my father announces, “Mangaon ta, in Cebuano, that means 'Let’s eat'. And please give a warm welcome to Lando, our guest entertainer for our lunch!”

Lando bows to my father who exits off the stage and he smiles at the crowd.

Lando 'Hawkeye' de la Cruz, NanaZuika’s Resident Entertainer

“Maayong hapon or 'Good afternoon' to our English-speaking guests! You may call me Lando...or 'Hawkeye', if you like... I am glad you all have come to Cebu to enjoy its sights and sounds! Today, I am going to share a bit of that culture, singing traditional songs with my pet hawk Kazu, and my humble guitar. For the adventurous types, you may come up to say hello later on. For now, I will share with you a medley of my favorite Cebuano songs, and then I'll be taking song requests from you all!”

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"The shuttle had some engine problems, driver's navigation app was not working, and on top of that, some of the guests inside are experiencing communication errors of some sort."

"That didn't happen before. Anyway, get everyone back in the lobby. I'll let Mom and Dad know about this. And I'll get back to you later with what you got in those bags."

12.51pm UTC+8/Monday; August 1, 2011 - NanaZuika Sugbu Beach Resort - Hamada Residence (NanaZuika Big Cabana)
Mactan Island, Cebu, Philippines

"Mom? Dad?”

Takahiro Hamada (浜田 貴大 Hamada Takahiro)


Sachiko Hamada (浜田 幸子 Hamada Sachiko)

Weren’t those meant for the guests? Dad is sitting in a massage chair with his eyes closed, as Mom moves around the room tidying up a shelf after assisting the ladies prepping up the guests' lunch buffet in the big kitchen, as the routine at this time of the day.

“How was your laps in the pool, love?”, she asked. Still treating me like a child, it seemed. That same voice I had grown up hearing and it hadn’t changed even though I was older. After a kiss on her cheek, I answered.

"It was fine, Mom. Same answer as the last time, I know... And aren't those meant for the guests? You already bought one for our own last Friday night.", I asked Dad while Mom prepares our lunch at the dining table.

“I’m just trying it out...”, Dad laughs with a big grin on his face. Of course that was going to be his reaction. What was I expecting?

"I can't be mad at your father for this. Well, since you're here, was there a problem?"

"Yes. One of our shuttles got an engine failure upon arriving back here, the driver's navigation app on his phone kept on crashing and the guests aboard are at the lobby dealing with their own phones. We have Chiaki-kun to thank for letting me know first-hand."

"Do you have the megaphone?", I look towards Dad. He keeps his eyes closed for a second. He suddenly moves with a quickness you don’t ordinarily see from the man, it’s a bit surprising.

"Shichirou, go change and come with me. Tell Matsuno-kun I owe him a treat for the two of you.", he then says with urgency. Mom was surprised as well.

“All right boys, be back here once you’re done!”, she said as she saw us went through the main door.

The NanaZuika Sugbu has come a long way since we arrived from Manila. I remember when the balls were bare and the beachfront was still empty. There were framed photos hanging on the hallways and placed by the small tables, and there too were signed photos by a guest that Dad knew personally. Chiaki-kun’s been waiting for us in the Guests' Lounge, and during this time of year we seem to have guests from the UK, perhaps it’s winter time at their place.

Chiaki Matsuno (松野 千秋 Matsuno Chiaki)

"Trying to go for another color, I see.", I said while remarking about his purple tie.

He laughs, "Seven-sama, are you jealous?"

"No, not at all. Both green and purple looks good on you. And what’s the update?"

“Thank you, Seven-sama. Anyway, you ask what’s been happening? While out on tour of the city, near the mall, the sky began to dim. Phones began to act weird and start to glitch, switching on and off? Is this a haunting?”, Chiaki-kun said, looking worried.

"Calm down there...you think ghosts are attacking people’s phones?”, I asked him.

He then said next, “Anything could be possible, you think you might have accidentally disturbed an ancient burial site?”

"I don’t remember Cebu City, or even Mactan Island having a dark history... I’m sure all that’s nothing. My Switch however, is doing just fine, could be an electrical storm.”

I stopped for a moment, and then I remember that it’s the beginning of August. Locals, or the Filipinos in general are superstitious, knowing that some unexplained occurrences happen at this month. I’m not scared in the slightest, but Chiaki-kun is.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Chiaki-kun.", I tell him.

“Yeah, sure, an electrical storm...”, he rolls his eyes.

How do I convince myself not to worry? This obviously isn’t some kid’s prank. And I was wrong to expect this just a way to scare some people.

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@BladeSS4, you still with us? You may now have Carver's intro now on the IC...

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@Mike the Bloodwolf, if you received @The Jest's additions for your CS, you may update it both here and on characters now so we can check it again and hopefully have it accepted now.