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detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:31 pm
detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:31 pm
[KENKOU]
[You needed an escape.
For a moment– however brief, or however not– you longed to get away. Perhaps you envisioned a vacation upon sunny, beachy shores, palm trees at your back and seagulls floating in the air. Perhaps you envisioned nothing at all, and merely accepted that anywhere but here would do. Either way. . .?
You blink. . . and you wake up slouched on a school desk, arms folded with head resting between. You lift your gaze and realize that you've woken up in the middle of a classroom, seated in one of the. . . uh, very few functional desks that remain. The others have been broken into pieces, with legs and splinters of wood scattered across the floor. Deep claw marks decorate the walls, having gouged the sheetrock with jagged, violent gashes. The window curtains are closed, but they too have been torn and ripped to shreds, with holes showing a dark and unidentifiable landscape beyond the four walls which trap you.
And written on the blackboard, in large, white letters that seem to glow in the midst of the dim room lighting, is a warning]
DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME.
[. . . you are not alone]
[Each and every new arrival awakens dressed in a high school-issued track uniform. The design is up to the players, but each uniform is already color-coded to match the group at large. Somewhere on your body is a new marking: a mysterious floral design shaded the same color as your track uniform. It is glowing very gently. And in your pocket you feel. . . something warm. Further investigation reveals a tiny little omamri, tucked away in your outfit, for safe keeping. Huh! What a nice gift!]
[For now, the front door to the classroom is locked. No matter how hard you try– with physical prowess or otherwise– the door cannot be opened.]
[But hey! You can poke around the area, if you'd like! Maybe get to know your new classmates. . . ? Try not to panic. For now, everything is. . . calm]
For a moment– however brief, or however not– you longed to get away. Perhaps you envisioned a vacation upon sunny, beachy shores, palm trees at your back and seagulls floating in the air. Perhaps you envisioned nothing at all, and merely accepted that anywhere but here would do. Either way. . .?
You blink. . . and you wake up slouched on a school desk, arms folded with head resting between. You lift your gaze and realize that you've woken up in the middle of a classroom, seated in one of the. . . uh, very few functional desks that remain. The others have been broken into pieces, with legs and splinters of wood scattered across the floor. Deep claw marks decorate the walls, having gouged the sheetrock with jagged, violent gashes. The window curtains are closed, but they too have been torn and ripped to shreds, with holes showing a dark and unidentifiable landscape beyond the four walls which trap you.
And written on the blackboard, in large, white letters that seem to glow in the midst of the dim room lighting, is a warning]
DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME.
[. . . you are not alone]
[Each and every new arrival awakens dressed in a high school-issued track uniform. The design is up to the players, but each uniform is already color-coded to match the group at large. Somewhere on your body is a new marking: a mysterious floral design shaded the same color as your track uniform. It is glowing very gently. And in your pocket you feel. . . something warm. Further investigation reveals a tiny little omamri, tucked away in your outfit, for safe keeping. Huh! What a nice gift!]
[For now, the front door to the classroom is locked. No matter how hard you try– with physical prowess or otherwise– the door cannot be opened.]
[But hey! You can poke around the area, if you'd like! Maybe get to know your new classmates. . . ? Try not to panic. For now, everything is. . . calm]
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waves her hand again
wavers her hand agai -- ]
It's not working???
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[ shakes her hands as if she could shake the magic back into them ]
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Please, try to remain calm. Has this ever happened before?
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No, not even once before ... Ever since I was young I've been able to use magic, at least a little bit...
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I don't have your expertise, but - is it possible that there is some greater force suppressing our power?
It seemed strange that neither I nor the other young woman could budge open the door, even with our considerable strength.
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That's probably it. I mean, there would have to be a "greater force" to be involved in something like this, period.
It just feels like salt in the wound.
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...Would you care for a table leg?
[holds out]
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Yes. I will take a table leg.
[ she holds it -- the way she holds it is almost like a fencer's staff, even if the form of a table leg doesn't quite match up to a rapier ]
It'll definitely be better than nothing if we have to fight whatever smashed this place up.
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It's quite heartening to have yet another person with combat experience, should it come to that.
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We've got quite a few fighters, it seems like. But now I'm wondering if we're getting out of this with a fight ... or just answering that question of theirs.
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That said, it does make addressing each other rather difficult. Do you have something you'd prefer to be called?
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She's assisted me with a nickname in the meantime. You may refer to me as Hoshimi -- it means a shining, radiant star.
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Hoshimi it is.
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[ again, pleased with herself ]
Have you chosen a nickname for yourself yet?
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What's your title? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
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Okay, now I get it.
What about something fancy but just a liittle more casual? Like "Regal"?
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All the same, there is little point in my regality here.
Perhaps something to do with ice and snow instead. Or the blue of the kingdom's banner...
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crying in my fire emblem inigo rp account
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