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Current I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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Robin had been wishing that ice magic really did work how she'd thought for quite some time before now. She'd tried her best to prepare herself for the heat of the desert, but there was nothing that really could have made her ready for an experience like this.

And yet, not of that really mattered right now.

She'd fought monsters before, certainly. But the enormous armored warrior was something different. A human-monster, something that fought not like a beast, but as a soldier of the enemy.

A hero couldn't be frightened of something like this.

A hero overcame their fears even if everything looked lost.

A hero---

A hero---!

Her fellow Edrenian's words managed to cut into her mind.

That's right. This monster fought much like Izayoi did. Even if she'd lost that sparring match, that didn't mean that she hadn't been able to at least force an opening.

That's right---!

Her fingertips wrapped around the hilt of her blade, metal singing as she drew it smoothly from its sheath. The heat was momentarily entirely forgotten as she placed one foot forward.

She'd move fast. Faster then she had before. Fast as she could possibly manage, and force an opening any way she could!

"Got it! I won't let you down!"

Leaning forward, her needle-sharp blade glinting as she pointed it towards her foe, Robin inhaled deeply.

Her heart pounded. Her whole body felt tense.

But she was a hero, after all. She wouldn't let that get the better of her!

Sand burst in the air as she erupted forward and left a glittering trail of light behind her, hurtling towards the massive warrior's flank and twisting her body, a flurry of sharp thrusts aiming for any point that looked like it might require defense.

Robin's goal wasn't to hit, not necessarily. Instead, it was to threaten, to be concerning enough swiftly enough that the massive warrior would have to pay attention to her at least a little.

As long as she could pull his attention her way, then she'd have accomplished her objective!
Youmu inhaled deeply, flicking the black ichor from her blade as it began to dissipate and fade from existence. Whatever these creatures were, they weren't simply slime given form and some sort of murderous intelligence. She could feel them as spiritual presences, and the very air itself felt rotten when she was close to them.

There was no denying it, even if she wasn't as adept at understanding such things as the miko. They were some sort of evil spirit, or something similar, their oozing appearance a symptom of what they were rather then their core nature. The simple fact they vanished after death rather then leaving a body made that plenty clear.

The doll girl and the big... tree... man seemed to think they were curses, and while Youmu wasn't exactly familiar with the specifics of such a thing she couldn't exactly disagree. They felt corrupted and rotten at their very core, after all.

The petite half-phantom took a deep breath.

"Kochiya-san is a miko, so she might be able to do something about them," she commented, "I can cut them, but it'd probably be better to identify the source. If we can do that, then cutting the source should put an end to them, right?"

It made enough sense to her, at least.

Noting that the green-haired miko had proceeded into one of the buildings, Youmu sheathed her blades and followed her inside. If anyone were still here, maybe they'd be able to help.

There was a girl. A single, lone girl in the entire village. Had everyone else been killed? It was a terrible thing to think about, one that made the half-phantom's body tense and her teeth clench.

But still, if nothing else, one person was still here, right?

...

Something seemed a little strange, though. Something about this girl seemed insubstantial, somehow. Youmu couldn't really put her finger on it, but at once she seemed strangely familiar and yet entirely unfamiliar.

The way her body was curled, it was clear how she must have felt.

And yet, at Kochiya-san's words, she stirred.

"... It's all rot," she murmured, "It rotted the air and it rotted the trees and it rotted... it rotted everyone."

Her voice was barely a whisper. Her appearance was doll-like, fragile, as if a strong breeze could carry her away. Her limbs with thin, her entire body slender, clad in nothing but a white patterned dress.

When she raised her head, her soft features were utterly devoid of expression. Her eyes, a strange shade of gold and purple that resembled the sky at sunset, were completely lifeless.

"... You're not rotten," she murmured, again, "But everyone it touched rotted just like it...."
The shadows dragged even longer across the schoolyard.

By this point, a part of Hiromi wondered just how long they'd be waiting.

But then---

The air seemed to ripple. Something perceptible only to those who had been touched directly by the supernatural world, an invisible thing that was impossible to comprehend for the average person.

The ripple spread wider until it seemed to occupy the entire space between the two teams of students and the school, distorting the building housed within it.

Cracks ran out from the center of the initial ripple. Jagged fissures in an entirely non-physical surface that nevertheless had served as a barrier with one very specific purpose.

Soundlessly, it shattered.

Makimura-sensei had lowered the barrier.

It was time.

Failure wasn't a possibility. A powerful Grudge let loose in a place like this would be nothing less then catastrophic.

Hiromi stepped forward, hands tightening as she approached the school. With their dual approach, even if she didn't believe everyone here was of the same competency level, there should be no way for the Grudge to easily escape to a more populated area. That meant that it was a matter of destroying it before it might be able to harm anyone who was still inside.

They had to. Even if she had to do it by herself, she would.

There was no question in her mind.

There was no failure in her mind.

"Let's go," she said, glancing back at the other members of her team, "We can't waste any more time. We'll-"

She paused.

What was that? Certainly she felt the negative energy that emanated from the initial grudge, but there was something else? Another source of negative energy.

"---Tch, Hiroe-san?!"

There wasn't just a single grudge---!

The droopy-eyed, messy-haired, disheveled figure that was Hiroe-san appeared to materialize just ahead of them from thin air. Her clothing was oversized, her expression looked constantly bored, and her hair was as wild and unkempt as it was long.

As irritating as it was, her contract ability was inevitably useful for entering buildings like this.

"We need to get in now!"

When she spoke, Hiroe's tone showed absolutely zero understanding of the gravity of the situation.

"I can't rush it... my ability needs a little more care..." she half-murmured.

Hiromi was already sprinting past the disheveled girl, hand reaching into her bag.

But the lesser sources of negative energy weren't simply remaining in the school.

They were coming out.

It was as if black ooze was flowing out of the walls, dripping down, coalescing into distorted forms. Vaguely, one could describe them as canine, but they lacked any sort of fur. On closer inspection, it was more like a human body had been forced into the shape of a large dog's. But furless, with dark green skin, elongated head ending in a human-like mouth filled with human-like teeth. In place of their eyes were two smaller mouths.

Fully formed grudges? Lesser then the negativity inside the school, but they still should have detected them. What was the support team doing?!

Eyes narrowed, Hiromi reached into her bag, her fingers wrapping around her sword's hilt.

As it was drawn, the blade glittered in the late evening light.

She met the first of the Grudges and caught it in the mouth as it leaped, dragging her katana through its shadowy flesh and spilling dakr ooze from its body.

Hiromi tossed her bag aside, her left hand joining her right on the sword's hilt as the grudge fell in two halves beyond her.

They had to get inside as fast as possible---!




Thud.

It would be a strange feeling, one that reverberated through a person's entire being.

Thud.

Perhaps a difficult one to explain, too. What could possibly be making that kind of noise now? When there were so few people left in the school, when the festival was almost at its end?

Thud.

Yet it was a familiar noise, too. One that any person would recognize, even if they couldn't place it immediately.

Thud.

Indeed, perhaps Tenjou Seika would be first to guess, out of the scant few students still on school grounds?

Thud.

One needed only to place their hand to their chest to figure it out.

Thud.

It was a heartbeat. An enormous heartbeat, reverberating through the school walls, down the halls, through every single classroom.

But what could make such a sound?

@PKMNB0Y@vietmyke@Teyao@Rune_Alchemist@King Cosmos@Raineh Daze
@shylarah: Hey sorry I'm late.

Non-Japanese is okay but they'd need a reason to be recruited specifically to one of the Japanese schools. So they're probably living there at the very least.

As for contracts I'd prefer that they're at least based in existing mythology/folklore, but also a bit wary of future sight concepts.
Witch's Household





"... Did I say no?" Ilsa glared after the departing medusa, speaking perhaps deliberately too long after the woman walked away to be heard. With a sigh, she turned towards the goblin.

"As you might have guessed," began Relki, "Dear little Ilsa has a bit of trouble being direct and honest~"

"Quiet."

Ilsa's flat tone made her annoyance with the raven familiar rather clear.

"I'm not sure what you mean by a 'plane crash', but you're not entirely wrong about alchemy," she began, "I'm not sure how you know that of all things."

Pausing for a moment, she took a deep breath.

"Alchemy is the practice of analyzing the components of something and using them to make something else," Ilsa explained, gesturing in an idle fashion as she spoke, "So you could take something apart and force it to become gold, certainly, but it's far more useful when applied to creating tonics and potions. It's also used in the creation of automatons, but I couldn't tell you anything more about that. As for fam-"

Relki rather abruptly cut the petite witch off, practically jumping in front of her.

"As for familiars---"

"H-hey!"

Leaving Ilsa fuming, Relki continued.

"Familiars are magical assistants, more or less~ They're most commonly created by contracting a nameless spirit that's lost its memories and identity and imbuing a common animal with it, alongside a few different ritual components~ I used to be an ordinary raven, as you might have guessed," she declared cheerfully, "Rather then overwriting the animal's consciousness, the spirit merges with the animal and creates a familiar contracted with the creator. I'm rather thankful, because while my feathers are quite luxurious---"

She struck a pose, one hand behind her head as she thrust her hips to the side with a wink.

"---I can only have looks like these in this form~"

Irritably, flustered, Ilsa pushed past Relki. The familiar was left giggling, as the witch cleared her throat.

"... She's more or less correct, though she left out the fact that a mage's mana is crucial to forming the connection between familiar and creator."

Meanwhile, outside, the fairies that had been flitting over the cabin had started to watch the medusa as she practiced with her newfound ability. After a few moments, one in particular, a gossamer-winged miniscule girl with blue hair and a matching dress, flitted down closer.

"... Woooow, Ilsa's going to be mad~" she declared cheerfully, as if that was a completely ordinary thing to say, "She doesn't like it when people mess up the garden, no, not at all."

She observed the hole in the tree for a few moments.

"... If one of my big sisters saw this, she might take all your limbs off and hide them! Then you'd have to find them, and I bet that's really hard~"

Despite talking about potential dismemberment, it didn't appear as if they fairy quite grasped the gravity of the topic she'd chosen. Perhaps that was to be expected.

It seemed as if all the commotion had disturbed a few other garden residents. A gaggle of small, short, stubby creatures with stumpy hands and thick bodies, a stubby mushroom cap in place of their heads, emerged from beneath a large flower bush and warily eyed the damage.

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99




Smithy


Tch---!

I should have expected this. The undead in the smithy were probably stuck inside, so it didn't matter that the bell is still ringing. And naturally, they're going to go for the nearest living targets instead of the distant bell.

On top of that, all the weapons look rusty and worn down.

Damn it, was this a mistake? We didn't need to get into this fight!

I grit my teeth and take a step back.

How do I fight? How can I fight? These thin arms don't have any strength in them. This small body is fragile. If I was still the person I was in my original world, I could at least throw a decent punch. With how decrepit these undead's bodies, that might be enough. At least to knock one down.

But I can't do that now.

I have a staff, but I have no idea how to use it. My skill didn't help either. I have magic, but no idea what to do with it.

How do I cast a spell?

My hands tense. My fingers tighten on my staff.

...

They're spreading out. Of course, even if they're mindless, their bodies remember how to fight. That much is obvious just based on how they wield their weapons.

"D... d-don't let them flank you!"

It's all I can manage.

@PKMNB0Y@RolePlayerRoxas@Aku the Samurai@SilverPaw
It was only amatter of time before they had a new task to undertake, and today seemed to be the day.

Robin wasn't really under any obligation to do anything herself.

But at the same time, the alternative would be not to help at all, and she couldn't accept that in the slightest.

Still, the desert...? She'd never been to anywhere like the desert before. It sounded hot. It sounded---

Well, she'd already been asked not to wear her usual outfit while they were in Osprey, but the desert wasn't exactly suited to stylish clothing to begin with!

"The desert, huh...?" she commented, one finger to her cheek, "That sounds... hot..."

She trailed off for a moment, then took a deep breath. What was she saying? This was meant to aid the people of Osprey and strike back at the invaders who had taken control of the country. One more step to freeing them from unjust tyrants who would kill innocent people like it was nothing.

This was clearly the work of someone who desired to be a hero. Yet another way to help those in need.

"---However, I can't pursue heroism without braving such deadly conditions!" declared Robin with a flourish, sweeping one arm to the side as she did, "Especially with Lady Miina offering her services."

Indeed, the offer using ice magic to cool the desert heat sounded like it would improve conditions dramatically. On top of that, couldn't it be used to create more drinking water as it melted?

"In fact, that would give us a consistent supply of cool drinking water, would it not?"
The flash of magic, and Sir Renar's shouted warning, made her feet move.

The air rushed around her, the world blurred, and the brilliant light hurtled past her.

She could feel it. The air itself seemed to ripple, to burn, as the ball of light tore its way down the hill. It wasn't the same kind of impact as the bolt she had deflected, though. She couldn't be sure how much stronger it was, but she could nearly feel it even now.

Fanilly took a firm step back.

There was room to rush up the hill, now, as fast as she could. To break away and achieve their objective.

However---

Sir Rolan was facing the demon alone. While death wasn't permanent here, they had to treat it like it was.

And so, she couldn't abandon one of her knights. How could she? What kind of Knight-Captain would she be? In order to stand up to that title, she had to do everything she could---!

"With me, Sir Renar, we have to stay alive and keep the demon in place!"

Glancing only briefly back up the hill to check for the approach of another spell, the petite knight broke into a sprint, hands gripping the hilt of her blade as she threw herself across the side of the hill as swiftly as she could possibly manage. All she had to do was drag the demon's attention away again, just to give Sir Rolan an opening that he could use to get some distance.

Besides, that gave Sir Fionn and the others more time, didn't it? The longer the demon's attention was kept on them, and the more of them survived, the more likely they could hold her there!

Aim for a joint. Even if it misses, if it gets close enough she'll have to respond.

This was Fanilly's thought process. Even a demon that could heal any injury in seconds would still be at least briefly crippled and forced to retreat, so obviously she would act to avoid that situation.

So even if she couldn't possibly achieve hitting her initial target, it was fine.

Her eyes locked on the gaps in the demon's armor, Fanilly thrust her sword---!
Hate. Agony. Pain. Fear. Desperation.

The darkness writhed, nourished by these emotions swirling together.

A student desperately wishes to pass her next test. Another fears being bullied. A teacher wishes he knew how to help one falling behind, and laments his failure.

These emotions stirred together, swirling into is gaping maw.

It was going to feed well.

It was almost time.




The sun fell.

That slow, steady decline across the sky, heralding the approach of evening. And further beyond, the arrival of night. It stretched the shadows of the trees, buildings, and people on the street longer, as if each ray of light hooked its fingers into them and wouldn’t stop pulling.

It wasn’t a particularly abnormal day.

There wasn’t anything that could be picked out as unusual.

The students of the local High School probably didn’t think anything of it, either. Some lingered behind for clubs or other activities, some of them had already gotten home.

A few lingered behind longer, even now. Maybe their club activities ran late, or maybe they had some other reason.

They’d be an obstacle, one way or another. But one they couldn’t simply remove.

The black-haired girl inhaled deeply. They’d been preparing for this for a while, now. Suppressing it at the school could only work for so long, they had to act directly and destroy it.

Makimura-sensei’s efforts had to be respected, but they couldn’t keep going on forever.

How did one develop this quickly somewhere like this? She supposed the average school did have a lot of clashing emotions.

Hiromi folded her arms with a huff.

Still, it didn’t explain how one that was this much of a potential threat was developing so swiftly. It’d be a disaster if it formed fully during the day, and even now there were still students in the vicinity.

They’d have to act to swiftly contain it in one area and destroy it with as few potential witnesses as possible.

Indeed, that was their assignment. It was why so many students had been sent out in the first place.

The plan was simple. Her team would approach from the south. The other team would approach from the North. Both would enter the school using Hiroe-san’s contract ability to remain unseen, corner the Grudge, and destroy it out of sight before anyone else could get involved and it could grow too large and too dangerous.

Hiromi had no doubt that’d succeed.

If nothing else, she was there, wasn’t she? So that meant there was no chance of failure.

If nothing else, the Kobayakawa family didn’t accept failure.

Thus her path forward was to succeed.

As soon as Hiroe-san gave the signal, they’d be ready to enter. Makimura-sensei would lift the suppression field when they were in range, and they would encircle and destroy it.

All they had to do right now was wait.

The sun sank lower. The shadows stretched longer.

Maybe by the time Hiroe-san was ready, the school’s students would be cleared out entirely? It was all she could hope for right now, but anything more would be too unsubtle.

Was she getting impatient?

Perhaps.

@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@vietmyke@King Cosmos@PKMNB0Y@Teyao
You make it sound like a profession. But hey, one spot filled!
At one point this was going to be the site of a huge development. An effort to modernize Tokimori, regardless of how much it might have changed the landscape, how many people might have had to move.

But you haven’t seen anyone go there in a while.

Maybe the adults won? You don’t really understand much about the conflict over the new building. It’s hard to say if you even know for sure if your parents were for or against it.

It’s complicated, and you’re young. It’s hard for you to think too much about this.

Instead, you’d rather enjoy evenings like this. Evenings where you can hear the cicadas crying, and watch the sunset. Where it feels like you can find all sorts of new things down by the riverbank.

That’s the reason you’re here.

Some of your friends are around too, but you’ve spread out a bit in search of the biggest prize to show up the others.

Something really unique and exciting.

Something nobody would have expected to find.

You guess that looking around near the construction site might make it easier to find something different. Not just a shiny rock or an interesting insect, but something left over by the workers, even if they haven’t been there for nearly a week now.

The rocky riverbank nearby is the perfect place to look. Maybe your parents told you to be careful, but---

Well of course you’re going to be careful, aren’t you?

Besides, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve ever been here.

With the overhanging trees providing a shady backdrop as the sun sinks lower, you navigate the rocky bank with your eyes cast downwards, searching for anything that might spark some interest.

You’re not just looking for something commonplace, after all. You have to keep your eyes peeled for something truly special that will let you beat your friends.

It’s a little bit further then you were supposed to go, but it’s fine. It’s not like this part of the riverbank is that different from the riverbank just a little further down, right?

You can’t see or hear your friends, but that’s alright, isn’t it? They’re around, so it’s not like you’re really alone, right?

Maybe that thought makes you hesitate a little. Maybe it doesn’t.

All you can hear is the softly-flowing water, and the crying of cicadas. Your friends must be pretty busy looking for their own prizes.

It’s getting a little more dark, now. But you’ve been by this river plenty.

You’re not scared, right?

Of course not.

You move a little further down, eyes still fixed on the rocky bank, looking for anything strange from the construction site that might have gotten caught up in the stones.

The quicker your find something, the quicker you can get back to your friends.

It really is getting darker faster than you expected, though.

The cicadas crying is drowning out most other sounds. There’s a lot of them this year.

That’s probably why you can’t hear your friends. Because you still have to be close by, right?

That’s why you don’t hear them.

The wind blows.

The leaves rustle.

The cicadas cry.

You’re fine. You’re safe. Nothing bad has happened to you before, so you’re fine.

You don’t want to think about the stories your friends told you right now. The legends and folklore of your hometown. The ghostly figure with a Hannya mask. The oni that lives in the swamp. The ones spirited away by things that only come out at night.

It’s getting awfully dark.

You’re awfully alone.

You haven’t done anything wrong though, so nothing bad should happen, right?

There’s no reason anyone should be mad at you. There’s no reason you should need to be punished.

So there’s no reason you should be hurt, or spirited away, or---

A twig snaps behind you, cutting through the sound of the cicadas and the flowing water.

Your blood runs cold. Your whole body turns rigid.

You can’t move.

You hear something. Something like a faint whisper at your ear.

Your heart hammers so fast it nearly feels like it’ll burst out of your chest. Your breath catches in your throat.

You don’t want to turn around. You don’t want to see what’s there.

But you have to.

Running down the bank will only take you further away from your friends, further away from town. The river is too deep, you can’t swim well.

The only way to get back is to go the direction that you heard the snapping twig.

You take one deep breath.

Then two.

Then three.

You have to run. You have to go as fast as you can.

You whole body tenses. Your heart beats even faster.

You’re going to turn.

Whatever it is, you might see it.

Above all else, the one with you don’t want to see more than anything is that black-furred, red-eyed fox.

You spin in place, and---

There’s nothing there.

For a few moments, you’re unable to move. But aside from the water and the cicadas, you don’t hear anything else.

You got that scared, over nothing? The twig snapping could have been anything!

You can’t help but feel relieved. There’s no way you’ll ever mention this to your friends, though. You’re not some sort of scaredy-cat after all, right.

It’s only when you take another step that you see it.

There’s something in the water.

From here, it looks almost like a dead fish washed up. After a moment’s pause, your heartbeat quickening again, you take a step closer.

The water around it is stained red.

It’s dark, so from this distance it’s a little difficult to make out its shape. When you take another step, though, the details become clearer.

It’s not a dead fish.

You take another step.

It’s only then that you realize.

It’s---



The village of Tokimori, near the Gifu Prefecture in Japan, is looked upon by outsiders as a place out of step with the modern world. A vacation spot where someone can immerse themselves in rural life.

By those who call it home, it’s seen as the only place for them. Surrounded by the countryside, by old forests and mountainous terrain, it’s the kind of place where everyone knows all their neighbors, where doors are left open, and trust in one another abounds.

A village with close to 2,000 people, it boasts only a single school with mixed classes up to and including Junior High level. With the population, there’s a low number of students, and thus there’s little need for anything bigger.

A town with its own beliefs and culture. The two-faced, white-or-black fox deity Shirokaze-sama, said to watch over all its residents. To come as a white fox bearing blessings, or a black fox bearing curses. Those who see the white fox are said to receive good fortune. Those who see the black fox are said to be sinners, doomed to disappear forever.

A town where traditions are a backdrop to daily life, where the town’s council and its oldest families are looked upon with nothing less than the deepest respect. In fact, it could be said that the heads of these families command more respect and authority in Tokimori than any government official could ever hope to achieve. This is how most residents of Tokimori think it should be, but outsiders can find it difficult to deal with.

Especially if one of these families becomes their enemies.

It’s not exactly surprising that the resident of Tokimori aren’t so trusting of tourists and other outsiders. Sometimes they’re seen as tourists disrupting daily life, while others they’re heralds of projects that could potentially change the entire village for the worse, at least in the eyes of many of its residents.

This is what happened four years ago. The Tokimori Revitalization Project was in the eyes of some something that would bring the village forward in time.

In the eyes of many residents, it was the destruction of all they held dear. The conflict over the project lasted for a year, until eventually the proponents relented, and the project was ultimately canceled.

Perhaps this was due to the villagers’ protests. Perhaps this is due to a change in leadership for those behind the project.

Or perhaps, it was due to the mysterious death of a construction worker, who disappeared in mid-June three years ago.

Fukazawa Takehiro had been exhibiting increasingly erratic behavior prior to his disappearance, complaining of difficulty sleeping and the belief that he was being watched. The last time his coworkers spoke to him, he claimed to have seen red eyes watching him as he returned home the previous night.

He was missing for nearly a week before a child playing near the construction site made a grisly discovery.

A severed right arm washed up on the riverbank. DNA testing was required to confirm that it belonged to none other than Fukazawa Takehiro himself.

The rest of his body was never found.

While there were many suspects, including members of the oldest families in Tokimori, no conclusive evidence was ever found linking anyone to the apparent murder.

The next year, in early June, a local family who had been proponents of the Revitalization Project disappeared. Their child was found alive but unconscious and showing signs of exposure, requiring a hospital stay to recover.

The wife was found dead, drowned in the nearby swamp. The husband’s body was never recovered.

The next year, a vacationing photographer who had been hiking near the abandoned construction site disappeared in early June.

When he was found, he appeared to have disemboweled himself on the riverbank near where Fukazawa’s arm was initially discovered.

To outsiders, it seemed to be a string of bizarre murders.

To the locals, perhaps it was the anger of their local god. Fukazawa had mentioned red eyes.

Were these the red eyes of the black fox?

In a few days, it’ll be mid-June again.

In a few days, it’s said someone is bound to disappear and die.

And yet life goes on in Tokimori. Students attend their school and play. Adults go about their daily business. The old families make decisions that guide the entire village’s future.

Everyone gets ready for the Summer and its first festival.

The fox stalks the forest. When you see it, will it be white —

—Or black?




So I’ve recently been feeling super nostalgic, and one of the main things that set this off was rewatching Higurashi. So, as you might have already guessed, this is an RP inspired by Higurashi! Obviously it’s not going to be aiming for the exact same thing(the time loops and main character murders are just not very likely to work in RP form) but at its core I want to run something with the same sort of feel. From slice of life to trying to figure out what’s going on to creepy and unsettling events and even murders, that’s what I’m aiming for.

To begin with, we’ll be playing as students from elementary to junior high-age, specifically a small number of them no more than five or six at the max. I don’t want this to be a huge RP in terms of player count, though there will be plenty of NPCs.

While it’s not mandatory, I’d like at least one player to be an outsider who recently moved in, one player to be the one who discovered Fukazawa’s arm, and less importantly one to be the child of the disappeared parents.

I’d encourage people to really integrate their characters into the village, such as being a child of one of the families in control of the village, or being related to the Revitalization Project in some way or another. I’m super happy to work with anyone who wants to play these kinds of roles!

While of course there will be mysterious elements and efforts to work out what’s going on, I definitely want to place a strong emphasis on character interaction and how these people see one another and interact. That’s just as crucial to resolving the true source of the deaths as knowing what’s happening, after all.

Also there will be supernatural elements to the RP, I’m just not going to make those immediately apparent.

I’ll admit this idea is kind of experimental, but I couldn’t help myself from wanting to try it out honestly.

I’m looking for five to six players max, and expecting at least one post a week from everyone.




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