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THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

#4

Name: Ryan Watts

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ryan has short black hair that is rarely combed, and has a somewhat greasy look - like he hadn't washed in a period of time. It wouldn't be wrong to call him short, but he is not too far from average height. His choice of clothing is usually either very casual, such as baggy tracksuits, or extremely formal, like three-piece suits. Perhaps because of this, very few people realize that Ryan is fairly muscular - he's been going to the gym around 3-4 times a week for the last 4 years, at the request of his ex-girlfriend, Susan. Ryan claims he only continues out of habit, and because it makes his work easier. Ryan also has several piercings in his ears, but he takes these out whenever doing a Funeral or Viewing. He planned on getting rid of them, but a kid he watches after, Dennis, said that it made him look cool.

Personality Traits:
Passionate | Friendly | Upbeat | Clingy | Creepy | Aggressive

Relevant Info: Ryan works as a Mortician in his family Funeral Home, and has been doing so since he got his degree. He has immense respect for his Father, Wyatt Watts, who was the primary reason he even went into that career path. He's had two girlfriends in the past, but would only really be bothered by threats against the first, Susan Robinson. He has a very wide circle of friends and acquaintances due to his line of work, several of which he would sacrifice a lot for. Ryan volunteers at an Orphanage in his free time and has been planning on adopting a younger boy, Dennis Cleat. He is nervous about his chances, considering he is a single male in his mid-twenties, and threats of limiting his time with the boy would be very persuasive.

D A R K - S E C R E T:

My Hider

Ryan regularly eats human flesh. He has a steady supply due to his job as a Mortician and, with proper care and stitching, it's surprising how much you can take out of a person without anyone noticing. Even worse, he regularly includes human flesh into the meals he cooks for his friends and family, getting an almost euphoric pleasure out of tricking them into eating something they would never do otherwise. He occasionally steals corpses from recent funerals, which he keeps in a freezer in his basement - a secret which the King could use to great effect against Ryan.

His second Exgirlfriend nearly discovered his stash of bodies, and Ryan waited at the top of the stairs with a knife. When she came up with what she went to retrieve, he managed to convince her to leave, and he promptly broke up with her a few days later. He is nowhere near as upset by his close murder attempt as he feels he should be, but doesn't really mind too much.

Ryan only thinks about eating the flesh of the already deceased, and the thought of killing for his meals disturbs him somewhat. He may think differently if he had to go awhile without any meat, but he has never thought of eating anyone in his direct social circle.

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

@Yankee
This guy alright?

Ryan Watts

Name: Ryan Watts

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ryan has short black hair that is rarely combed, and has a somewhat greasy look - like he hadn't washed in a period of time. It wouldn't be wrong to call him short, but he is not too far from average height. His choice of clothing is usually either very casual, such as baggy tracksuits, or extremely formal, like three-piece suits. Perhaps because of this, very few people realize that Ryan is fairly muscular - he's been going to the gym around 3-4 times a week for the last 4 years, at the request of his ex-girlfriend, Susan. Ryan claims he only continues out of habit, and because it makes his work easier. Ryan also has several piercings in his ears, but he takes these out whenever doing a Funeral or Viewing. He planned on getting rid of them, but a kid he watches after, Dennis, said that it made him look cool.

Personality Traits:
Passionate | Friendly | Upbeat | Clingy | Creepy | Aggressive

Relevant Info: Ryan works as a Mortician in his family Funeral Home, and has been doing so since he got his degree. He has immense respect for his Father, Wyatt Watts, who was the primary reason he even went into that career path. He's had two girlfriends in the past, but would only really be bothered by threats against the first, Susan Robinson. He has a very wide circle of friends and acquaintances due to his line of work, several of which he would sacrifice a lot for. Ryan volunteers at an Orphanage in his free time and has been planning on adopting a younger boy, Dennis Cleat. He is nervous about his chances, considering he is a single male in his mid-twenties, and threats of limiting his time with the boy would be very persuasive.

D A R K - S E C R E T:

My Hider

Ryan regularly eats human flesh. He has a steady supply due to his job as a Mortician and, with proper care and stitching, it's surprising how much you can take out of a person without anyone noticing. Even worse, he regularly includes human flesh into the meals he cooks for his friends and family, getting an almost euphoric pleasure out of tricking them into eating something they would never do otherwise. He occasionally steals corpses from recent funerals, which he keeps in a freezer in his basement - a secret which the King could use to great effect against Ryan.

His second Exgirlfriend nearly discovered his stash of bodies, and Ryan waited at the top of the stairs with a knife. When she came up with what she went to retrieve, he managed to convince her to leave, and he promptly broke up with her a few days later. He is nowhere near as upset by his close murder attempt as he feels he should be, but doesn't really mind too much.

Ryan only thinks about eating the flesh of the already deceased, and the thought of killing for his meals disturbs him somewhat. He may think differently if he had to go awhile without any meat, but he has never thought of eating anyone in his direct social circle.

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

Internet is down right now and I’m looking at this through phone, but I’ll start working on a sheet when it comes back on.

UNFAIR MONSTERS [Spots Open]

College is rough with these midterms - will get a char out sometime tomorrow, Tuesday at the latest.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Although she had previously squirmed and fought with all her might when the giant had placed on her his shoulders, the girl was surprisingly docile and quiet while resting in his arms. Perhaps there was something comforting about being held, or perhaps it had more to do with him actually holding onto her in a safe manner, rather than letting her sit haphazardly on top of him... Regardless, with the younger sister being princess-carried, the boy led the way! ... As best he could.

As they made their way through the bustling streets, made wrong turns and had to ask another stranger for re-directions, the trio slowly but surely made their way southwards in the city. As they walked, the morning sun climbed slowly higher in the sky, and the day grew warmer by the minute. There was no strong breeze to speak of though, and the absence of many clouds meant the only shade available were those that were cast from the larger houses, as well as the massive Babel of course. Still, the heat wasn't unberable or unpleasant, so it was of no real concern.

As they drew closer to their destination however, one could tell the difference in the city-scape gradually changing. From the larger and more spacious dwellings from whence they came, the homes and buildings here grew progressively smaller, more compact or more tightly squeezed together. The quality in the masonry and upkeep also became more apparent, with more rough and uneven materials being used, cracks and indents being more visible and less and less color being present. A descent into poverty - the Daedalus Street, home of Orario's destitute and economically challenged.

However, as tey drew closer, the boy's eyes lit up - as did the girl's.

"I'm starting to know where we are! We're not far now!" The boy said, turning his head to Torran with an xcited smile.

Despite the rapidly deteriorating conditions of the surrounding buildings, Torran was still oblivious to the status of these children. Instead, he was far more concerned with the growing heat - he was always uncomfortable in hot weather, and the leather armor he was wearing did little to relieve the heat. Torran did very little ever since the boy had taken the lead, instead focusing on carrying the girl in his arms, and keeping an eye out for anything that even resembled a Familia.

While Torran didn't notice the poor infrastructure, he did make note of the lack of colors. It was very drab, which Torran did not find very comforting - he always preferred bright colors, since they reminded him of flowers. He chose to instead think of the directions that strangers gave them, doing his best to track his steps. He wanted to find the way back to the place he came from since that might help his search.

Eventually, the boy picked up his pace and finally called out to Torran.

"I'm starting to know where we are! We're not far now!"

Torran smiled in response, glad that he managed to help these children successfully. He leaned from side-to-side before responding.

"That's great - we'll get you guys home in no time! LEt's go."

After another minute or two of travel, the small group finally managed to arrive at a small building, similar to all the other homes that littered Daedalus Street. Before the boy could open the door, Torran rapped the door several times, easily holding the girl with a single arm. He didn't do this out of fear that the occupants were dangerous, as was the case in the last house he knocked at. No, instead he was taking the initiative because he had spent the last hour or so walking fairly slowly behind the boy, and he was feeling somewhat anxious to deliver the children home.

The boy and the girl in Torran's arms both lit up at the sight of the small, drab, unremarkable and worn-down-looking house. Their eyes almost sparkled as if they were looking at the very essence of hope, beauty and safety... And perhaps to them, it actually was. However, before either of them said anything, the big oaf approached and banged on the door - because he really seemed to like doing that.

A muffled voice came from inside the door, and after what felt like an entire minute, the door slowoly edged forward.

"Y-yes? W-who is i-" A woman's voice, soft but tired, sounded from within. However, as soon as she saw the boy by the giant's side and the girl in his arms, the door flung open, crashing into the wall behind it and out from the dusty, murky interior rushed a woman.

"Beli! Anra! Where have you two been!?" The woman's eyes were stained with tears and her face was a mix of relief, fear and confusion. A rather interesting mix. The woman herself was a plain thing, thin limbs, below average stature, scrawny physique and messy, matte brown hair with equally dull, brown eyes. The children both cried out for their mother, and squirming out of the man's arms, the sister freed herself and ran alongside her brother to embrace their mother in a glorious, tear-jerking reunion, with all three bawling like babies and talking in each others' mouth.

... For about half a minute.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE BRATS, WHERE THE HECK DID YOU GO!?" The mother now roared like a lion, proceeding to deliver a top-of-the-head knuckle to each of her children, her collapsed onto their behinds while rubbing their newly forming bumps. trying frantically to explain what had happened. The woman simply folded her arms and kept scolding though.

"I told you not to run off! I was just going to go in, deliver the laundry to the Familia there and come back out. And what do I see when I come back? Nothing! You two'd run off, leaving me to drag the rest of the laudnry home all on my own and worrying me to death about where you were!"
"But mama! We got scared and-"
"And you ran off? On your own? Did you even think where you were runing to? Or how to find me once you stopped?"
"Well, no, but-"
"But, but mama! The big man helped us!"
"Hm?"

It was at this point that the woman actually seemed to have registered that the boaz man was there. Taken slightly aback by his size, she took a step back, before eyeing him up and down. However, after the kids explained what had happened and how the man had lent them his help, doing so much to try and help - despite seeming like a rather thick, useless adult - the mother let on a very sweet smile as she looked at the fellow.

"Thank you so very much, good sir." She said, approaching the man, standing on her tippy-toes and giving him a small peck on the cheek.

Torran recoiled at the woman's touch, blushing heavily - he was far from used to such blatant affection from his own mother, let alone some random woman he met seconds ago. Was this the charm of an Adventurer? Torran's determination wavered slightly, but he steeled himself and tried to ignore it.

"Of course - delivering these children back to safety was the least an Adventurer could do!"

Torran allowed a smug smile to crawl across his face at that. He had already managed to save the day, and it was only around noon! The reunion between the family was touching, and Torran was confident that it was primarily due to his help these children managed to ever come back home. Of course, that wasn't actually the case - their mother would have inevitably searched for her children in order to recover them. Still, Torran had managed to shorten the process and saved the children unnecessary stress.

In the end, Torran had a valid reason to feel so good about himself.

This didn't last too long, however, and horror quickly spread over the Boaz's face as he made a realization. It was already past noon, and he was no closer to finding a Familia than he was when he left his home that morning! By the gods, this was horrible! Torran fell to his knees dramatically, shellshocked at the revelation.

A few seconds later, however, and he caught back up to reality. The woman had said something while admonishing her children... That's it! Torran lept to his feet quickly, something quite intimidating considering his massive size and girth, and turned to the woman he had been searching for all day.

"E-excuse me Ma'am, but did you say something about a Familia?! I have been looking for a Familia to join - could you give me directions to the one you speak of?"

As the big fellow put on a theatrical appearance that was first brazen, then pathetic, and now pleading, the plain-looking mother was unsure what to make of him. He seemed.... Strange, to say the least. Still, he had brought her children back safely and he didn't seem like a bad sort - just a bit odd. When he asked her to give directions to the Familia though, she rubbed her elbow and cast her eyes sideways, a concerned smile on her face.

"Sorry sir, but if you're looking for a familia, I- I don't think you should go visit them... They're a bit picky about who can join." She said this as someone who had experienced their rejection first-hand. However, her expression changed to a brighter one soon after. "However, if you want, you couldm come with me. I still got one more delivery to make to the Athena Familia today. They're not a very big group, but they're good people, and their Goddess is kind and pretty and -"
"Mama... You're over-praising that Goddess again."
"Shush you!"
"I don't like that Goddess... She's scary..."
"She most certainly is not, you little fool!"

Another bonk on each of her childrens heads made for a quick method of silencing their protests.

"I just need to go get the basket with their laundry and I'll be right back. So, do you wish to come along and meet them at least?" She asked the large man.

"Oh yes, I would be forever in your debt, madam!"

Torran nearly leaped to grab her hands in gratitude, but thankfully, he seemed to realize it was a bad idea at the last minute. Instead, he merely bowed his head several times, waiting for the woman to return with her latest load of laundry. As he waited, Torran looked around the dilapidated neighborhood, finally realizing how decrepit and poor the area was. He wondered why everyone seemed to not be taking care of their homes, and why everyone was living in such small houses. Perhaps it was a choice of style? Torran preferred larger houses since he was quite tall and didn't enjoy ducking indoors.

Eventually, thoughts turned to the way the woman handled her children. She seemed to punish them very lightly - Torran had experienced significantly worse from his father. Then again, she punished them for merely talking out of turn, so it seemed like she chose a more 'Quantity over Quality' method of parenting.

Inevitably, the Mother returned, and Torran quickly moved to follow behind her. As he did so, he attempted to grab the laundry from her hands - his mother told him that most ladies did not enjoy carrying things, and Torran was quite proficient at doing that exact thing.

"Let's leave at once, Ma'am! I'll be right behind you!"

Torran was reliant on her for directions, even though he had already been to the Familia before - if this was where the mother delivered laundry, then the building where Torran received directions was the target. Unfortunately, having been an hour or two ago, Torran had mostly forgotten the path he had taken to get there.

OUSAMA GAME [ Short-term Horror/Gore ]

Definitely Interested!

UNFAIR MONSTERS [Accepting New Applicants]

Interested.

Goblins

I'm still here.

Reborn: Coming of Calamity [Isekai adventure]

Interested!

Fate/『 』Märchen

It was a rough night, but in the end, Daisuke managed to survive. It sucked that he couldn't see Edward in action without risking his life, but judging by the retreat of the other Servants that were there, it appeared that Berserker was truly a force to be reckoned with. It was to be expected, considering Berserker was one of the stronger classes, but it was still surprising all things considered. Daisuke was expecting someone less... coherent than Edward, given the level of power he had. And Edward seemed a little too mana efficient - was he supplementing his intake of mana somehow?

Daisuke wasn't too bothered by this line of thought as he walked home. He had managed to survive a very dangerous area, with minimal mana expenditure and only a single confrontation with an enemy Master. She left before Daisuke had a chance to explain his neutrality in the war, but that was probably a good thing. The less time he spent around other Masters during this war, the better. Eventually, Daisuke and Edward managed to make their way back to their home base, and the young master was quick to relax. He wasn't as tired as he expected, given he performed a Servant summoning ritual and engaged in mass combat for a brief time. Daisuke planned on asking Edward how he managed to keep his maintenance costs as low as he did the next day since it seemed extremely useful going forwards.

Daisuke entered his apartment, placed his Tome on the foyer's pedestal, and prepared for bed. His nighttime ritual was usually an extended affair, involving a refreshing bath and careful skincare maintenance - in addition to feeding his favorite familiars, of course. It was a stressful night, however, and Daisuke did not feel like going through so much effort. Instead, he simply got into bed, and slept for the night, completely oblivious to the fact that Assassin had tracked him and his Servant back to their home.

---

The next morning, Daisuke awoke with a long yawn and overdramatic stretching motion. The stress from the prior night was completely gone, and he was feeling renewed. Today was going to be a good day - hell, maybe he wouldn't even see any other Masters tonight! Thus began the usual morning ritual. Daisuke brushed his teeth, took a morning cold shower to wake up and help his hair and skin, applied all the hair products he needed to keep his kingly mane looking perfectly pedicured, and went to feed his Familiars.

He froze in his tracks when he saw that the pedestal, normally proudly displaying his Tome of Beasts for all to observe, was completely bare. Luckily, he hadn't made his morning smoothie yet, so he didn't drop anything that could shatter, except his feelings. Somehow, someone had broken into the apartment and stole his Familiars! Daisuke's mind raced, searching to figure out the various explanations. Obviously it was an enemy Master, but Daisuke didn't think that they did the act themselves - he didn't know anything other than the basics in any magical arts other than Familiarcraft, and from what he knew, it shouldn't have been possible for a Master to completely break in and steal a single object, without alerting anyone. Like all nights, Survivor was awake the entire time, staying in Daisuke's room in case any roadkill was found outside on the street. It had better senses than a Bloodhound, and Daisuke really doubted a Master could have stolen it without at least alerting Survivor to their presence.

It had to be a Servant - more specifically, it had to be an Assassin. There were no absolutes with Servants, but usually, only Assassins had the ability to hide their presence so well. At this realization, Daisuke boiled with anger. He didn't stop to think that he easily could have died since no one had recognized the enemy Servant's presence. No, he was far too angry - someone stole the closest thing he had to a family and thought they could get away with it. Daisuke, originally not having a use for them other than design, knew exactly what to do with his Command Seals now.

Instead of using them to win the war, like they were intended, he would ruin the thief's chances of winning. The only problem was, while he knew the Servants class, he had no idea who the Master could be. His mind jumped to the only one he knew of, the Red-haired girl, but that would be a grave assumption. He didn't want to kill someone who hadn't slighted him, even an enemy Master. Besides, he didn't know where she was, so wasting a Command Seal to kill her would be pointless.

Daisuke punched the wall in fury, before immediately pulling his fist back and jumping up and down in pain. It hurt much more than he was expecting, but luckily, fate was on his side! He didn't break his hand by punching the wall, and could still pursue his path of vengeance. Daisuke got ready, grabbing his only other Mystic Code and his usual supplies before stuffing them in his duffel bag, and heading out.

"We're leaving Berserker, come on."

Normally Daisuke would fluff that up a bit with fancy words, but he wasn't in the right headspace for that. He stomped down the stairs, not paying attention if his Servant was following him or not. It didn't really matter since what he planned for the day didn't really require his Servants aid too much. Daisuke passed by his manager on the way out the door.

"Oh, you clocking in Nakahara-san? We're just about to ope-"

"I'm not working today, Kojima-sama. I have something important to attend to."

Daisuke slammed the door a little too hard for what he intended - hopefully, it didn't come off as rude. Daisuke immediately started walking down the road, not dressed in his usual Robe and Crown. He didn't have time to put them on before realizing his familiars had gone missing. Daisuke, instead of working, spent several hours in the library, reading up on various mythological heroes. He knew a great deal already about Servants, but he wanted to refresh his knowledge on who he could be up against. He pred over books, searching various mythos and stories from across the world, trying to plot up ideas and strategies in his mind. Brutus? He could classify as an Assassin, without a doubt. Arsene Lupin was a famous fictional Thief, as was Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk - this would certainly be up to their area of expertise.

---

Hours were wasted at the library until Daisuke reached an inevitable conclusion - There was no way in hell he would manage to pinpoint the enemy Servants identity in this manner, especially if he couldn't confirm or deny it. He went back home in shame, resigning himself to the waiting game. If there was one benefit to being a master, it was that other Masters were very eager to meet him. He could stay awake all night with Edward and kill the Assassin as soon as they returned to kill Daisuke. He made his way back home, entered his apartment, and only ten minutes later, heard a knock at the door. Upon answering it, he was given a telegram, and when he heard it, he grew livid.

So it was the Red-haired Master after all? And now he knew where she was. Daisuke had to restrain himself, moving to his closet and donning his finest Robe and Crown. He nearly took along his scepter, but decided against it - he bought it for a grand occasion, and this was dirty work. He never wanted to hurt someone as badly as he did at that moment, but killing her as soon as he could wouldn't work. She could set a deadman switch on his Tome, and even if it felt good at the moment, killing her would undoubtedly weigh on his conscience. No, he'd have to deal with her civilly, and try to be diplomatic. Daisuke tried to cheer up at this fact - that was what he wanted in the first place, to show that he wasn't a threat!

It was hard to swallow his pride, especially when she stole the closest thing Daisuke considered to a family. Still, he had to be calm - best-case scenario, he could turn the one person who knew where his base was into an ally. Worst case scenario, he would kill her with as many Command Seals as he needed and deal with the consequences.

"Berserker, I need your aid. I might need to kill someone tonight, and if not, protection would still be greatly appreciated."

Daisuke exited his home, preparing to make his way to the address described in the telegram. Luckily, Daisuke was a very good actor - he managed to hide the intense anger he was feeling very well. He still had around 30 minutes to make it to the address, and it was close enough that he didn't see the point in driving there. Of course, he didn't sense any presence nearby, since he didn't even know what the hell a Bounded field was - if Berserker managed to notice them despite their stealth measures, or the pair that were hiding decided to reveal themselves, there was still plenty of time before his meeting with the Red-haired Master.

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