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VarionusNW said problem with adding your character: you wouldn't get a round 1 duel. We would need a pair of characters to make it work, not just one, but i would have to rework the "bracket"


I don't mind doubling up if it comes down to it. We seem to have a distinct lack of sparkly fabulous bitches up to now anyway, and I've got a smooth deck that would work perfectly for that kind of character.
I look most forward to it while I round up new songs for my YGOPro's possible soundtracks.
Gonna end up using this for when you've got a 3000+ lead on the opponent, more likely than not
IhatedoublepostingbutthisOOCneedstogetsomeactiongoing
Xaltwind said Shiori will be happy to keep Shino and Shizu to herself

"Nagatani-san, are you alright? ... That's going to leave a nasty mark."

"I-I..." It had felt as though Reiko had only caught her breath just to lose it again. If nothing else, her expression was clear. She was pretty violent in the past, and it seemed that there was a new murder to talk about every day back in the big city. But never had Reiko witnessed the death of another human being. Much less, in such a gruesome manner as what had just happened in front of her. Her expression showed clear fear; the kind where one can't quite figure out if what they saw really just happened. "I'm breathing, at least, but...did...did what I just see...did that really just happen?" While she wasn't a violent type these days, Reiko made a mental note the beat the hell out of the club member that sent her on this errand when and if they ever saw each other again. She'd been brought to this hellish place and saw what she still wasn't sure if it was real or not. The quivering of her irises began when the realization suddenly set in. That could have been her. If that...calling it a monster didn't even feel sufficient to Reiko anymore, but if it hadn't tossed her, that lifeless husk could have been her.

"I'll be okay," Reiko finally said. "We...we can't let what just happened slow us down! Right?" The tone in Reiko's voice sounded more like she was looking for confirmation that she was right, rather than for someone to agree with her. She saw her shinai still in the hall. At least it was still there. That in itself helped with this new feeling of fear she wasn't used to. Slowly making her way to it, as though any step could set off a land mine, Reiko began making her way toward the shinai. If she had that, she figured. If she had that, she could at least try to fight. Would it even do her any good? She was clearly shaken, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, and she figured you'd have to be crazy to not be. Right now though, it was her only thought. I don't want to die. Even if fighting won't do anything for me, I want to survive, no matter how much I have to kick and scream to do it.
Is it too soon to post? The rules say "wait two posts" but I like to ask if it's been less than three since mine.
We only call them claymores because of the swords they carry around. The organization they serve has no name. When addressing one another, these half-human half-yoma mixes simply refer to each other as fellow warriors.
Why yes, it is :)
We've delved straight into the heart of punland, haven't we?
I'd also offer to help in image-searching, but my skills only apply for female characters :(
"We've all been dragged into a different dimension from our own. One that looks and acts like our own, but as you will all find, it is naught but a twisted reflection. This is the World of Wasted Dreams."

Reiko saw this as both a good thing and a bad thing. On one hand, it meant her initial impressions were a little off. On the other hand, it meant she had no clue what this place was, and changing that probably wouldn't be something she could do on her own. By no means did Reiko consider herself a team player. She could work together with others fairly well, but never willingly. A different dimension was kind of a thing where working together was a good idea. Reiko decided that in the interest of survival, it wouldn't kill her to team up with the others.

"There's no way to escape. We can't exit this school. You will also find that you will lack the need for normal bodily functions. You won't feel hungry and you'll find your exhaustion increasing as time goes on."

No hunger? That was something Reiko didn't like. It may have seemed odd at first, but not feeling hunger meant that there wasn't any need to eat. No need to eat meant no need for a cook. Which in turn meant that one of Reiko's greatest joys in life was just smothered into the ground by coming here. At least she could still kendo, and it was quite possible that she'd have to somewhere down the line.

"It's just us...and the monsters. Predators that will hunt us down and kill us. That's all. It is the utmost priority that we stick together and don't take any risky moves if we wish to survive."

Yep, she'd get to kendo somewhere down the line. At least Reiko had that much going for her.

"This isn't the first time I've found myself in this dimension. Many have died because of foolish mistakes...Nagatani-san. Shiba-san. Akane-san...please come into the classroom."

"Sure." Reiko had every intention of entering the classroom, as per the transfer student's request. She didn't get that chance. Before she got to step in and enter, she felt something wrap around her neck and lift her. It was pretty sudden. Sudden enough to throw her off-guard, to the point that she reflexively released her shinai to use both hands in an attempt to escape. The moment it registered to her that she'd dropped the shinai, her mental dialogue was a long stream of profanities best left unmentioned. All she knew about this thing was that Shizune had called it the Friagne, and that its violin music was really starting to piss her off. That, and if she wanted to live, she'd have to release herself from the vein around her neck. She saw the other girl break free. Reiko also knew that girl was in the karate club; she was probably stronger than Reiko in the end.

If she were at least being gripped around her stomach, she could have always tried biting the vein. If she hadn't dropped her shinai, she could jab at it with that furiously. Neither was the case of course, and all she could really do was struggle, pulling as hard as she could to get the vein off her neck before it choked her to death. She was able to loosen it a little bit, but couldn't outright free herself. She was able to breathe, but not sufficiently. Even if she was just slowing down the process, Reiko refused to die this soon. Taking careful note of how much air each breath gave her, Reiko squeezed out the words "Help...me..."
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