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Rakuen Moderators ([personal profile] utopiamods) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2011-02-05 10:32 am

Round 1 [beta characters here]

And then you woke up and it was all a dream.

Or... was it?

You don't know. The details are fading. Some of it seems as clear as if if had happened minutes ago, whilst the rest is as hazy and vague as a long-lost memory. You remember blood and screams; a girl with a bright smile. Need to get rid of you, someone said. For a little while. Sometimes you were running, fighting, facing dark shadows with red eyes and mocking smiles. Sometimes you were hunting yourself, hurting people, feeling the power of your weapon coursing through you as you headed towards your prey. Sometimes you were watching your friends die, or your family, or your enemies.

Your shadow is you, and you are your shadow, and its voice is all around you.

Free us. Free them.

Static. More images, some you will remember and some you will not.

...but, your shadow whispers, the Demon King always returned. Didn't he?

You are outside, and the sky is blood. The towers glow, humming atonally as a star lights up the sky. The campus blazes with its light; the lines of the symbol span the horizon, and a tiger smiles.

Once, the knight despaired and sought a sage...

The tiger smiles, and the world is consumed in fire. You're falling, falling, and the shadow's voice falls with you.

There is a story everybody knows.

Light streams through the windows of your room. In eight different rooms, in four different buildings, thirty-nine students wake up with a start, and find their campus as picturesque and empty as it was the day before.

The day before? What...

A cheery voice breaks through the fog of confusion, loud over the speaker system.

"Good morning, students! Please be at the lobby by midday for the week's announcements."
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[personal profile] summerstars 2011-02-06 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Shaking her head, Grenn frowned.

"Shared dreams aren't dreams... I don't think that was a dream, but what it was then, who knows... There was something it said, my shadow... I don't remember what, but I have a feeling it would explain a lot." She shrugged, a bit helplessly. She'd just have to hope something would jog her memory.

The fingers of her left arm tingled, as if her brain was having trouble being convinced they were there and were rediscovering the nerves... Shaking her hand, Grenn sighed.
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[personal profile] themerryway 2011-02-06 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Euphemia awoke from her dream and her feet immediately lead her out of her dorm and to Nunnally's. The dream was confusing and blurred and nothing made sense; she dreamed she had hurt people. She dreamed that she had killed people, and there's a distant yet distinct feel of sickness in her stomach. She dreamed that she had failed her sister, failed Lelouch.

And so, she runs through the halls.

"Nunnally?" She creaks open the door, sliding into the room, drying the tears on her face.
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[personal profile] themouthofhell 2011-02-06 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
She shuffles a bit closer to Kotarou-- he's comfortable, warm, and there-- when the man approaches. He's a foreigner, which she isn't unused to, and his voice is soft and kind. So she looks up at him with her blank, black eyes.

"Ichi... can't remember her brother," she answers, still gently, absently brushing back Kotarou's hair.
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[personal profile] trollofthree 2011-02-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"A mass hallucination?" Gino rubbed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in braids loosened from a night's sleep. He tugged at one of them in thought. "I don't know about that. It can't have been real, 'cause none of it matches up."

[personal profile] idkmybffxiao 2011-02-06 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Are those even possible?"

Mass hallucinations. Isn't that what people called things they just couldn't explain? Mei watched Gino fuss with his braids and huffed. "You aren't taking care of them right!" Faced with the thoughts of whether or not them all dying was real, the girl grabbed onto the first distraction to come along.

Gino's hair.

Mei finally let go of him and hopped up to her feet. The movement caused her to cringe and double over a bit, but she steadied herself against the knight. Ghhh, her chest. Breath, breath, alright. She straightened up again and reeeeaaached for the braids.

"So, well, if the weapons can hurt, but aren't real weapons, maybe... maybe it was all fake, too? But in the same way the weapons are?"
Edited 2011-02-06 02:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] trollofthree 2011-02-06 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"That'd be a bad idea," Gino advised, moving beds so he could sit next to Tomoko. Not too close, because she was one of the jumpiest people he'd ever met, but close. The hand on her head, on the other hand, was automatic by this point, some kind of inconvenient, newly-developed Mei-reflex. "You'll wreck your pajamas." He looked around, and spotted a likely help. One short cross-room trip later, and he held a bowl over her lap. It still had a few crumbs from a late-night snack around the edges, but it would do. "There you go!"
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[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-06 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Kallen watched as Gino made his way over to the other girl. She was probably right in assuming that her and Gino were the oldest in the room. Not that these two girls were their responsibility but kids always happened to look to their older counterparts for help, guidance, and comfort.

She reached up and pushed an idle hair behind Molly's ear before moving her thumb to wipe away her tears. She couldn't do much about the snot, but handed the girl some tissues from the nearby nightstand.

"Can I ask you something? I know it'll sound strange but..." The teenager wasn't really sure how she was supposed to approach this. Kallen's voice was quiet, but loud about to reach everyone in the entire room. "... do you remember dying? Something taking you out... like a shadow... wearing someone you know face if not your own." It was hard enough for Kallen to get that question out. She was sure that no one in the room outside of herself had survived the part of the fight. She remembered the faces if all those who were left. Gino was confirmed dead because she saw it with her own two eyes. But she was sure Molly and Tomoko weren't there when the tiger attack.

At least, she hoped they weren't.
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[personal profile] dancingflames 2011-02-06 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
It was a sickening feeling, having her uniform melt into her flesh, her blood boil as the sadistic tiger took her life.

Mai awoke with a start and a gasp into a much more peaceful world. (Hopefully, more peaceful, at least.) It was all a dream? Or nightmare, anyway...

She looked around the room, seeing that, in fact, all her roommates were accounted for and in their regular forms and not those of burnt flesh and cracked bones. A promising sign, but the nightmare's lingering sensations could not be banished from her mind.
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[personal profile] summerstars 2011-02-06 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
Hiding her face behind her eyes for a moment, because she really didn't want to face this, but she wasn't sure it was a good idea to ignore it either, she sighed. Hands sliding to the sides slightly to grip her hair, Grenn looked up.

"... Doesn't match up? Do you, or don't you, both of you, remember saving me and killing my shadow?" She felt bad about bringing that up, but at least that wasn't a immediately horrible part of the recollections.
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[personal profile] trollofthree 2011-02-06 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Like a hologram? A game?" Gino frowned. At least before he noticed Mei going for his hair, at which point he huffed another laugh, swung his legs onto the bed and rolled over, so he was lying on his front and the back of his head was significantly lower down.

"Yeah, but it doesn't make sense that I remember killing you twice." Matter-of-fact, cheerful. "What's this about a shadow?"

[personal profile] idkmybffxiao 2011-02-06 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hologram?" Mei had heard that word before, but no one had ever stopped to explain what it was. Oh, good, she can reach the braids now! Laying down was the first mistake, because Mei just sat down on his back to go about fixing his hair. At least she's light.

"I remember that, but everything gets kind of muddled after..." She trailed off, her fingers pausing in their task of picking apart the braids, but only briefly.
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[personal profile] summerstars 2011-02-06 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Grenn shrugged and looked around the room, rubbing one cheek.

"Could be... And I... well. I don't remember everything either, but." But yes. They didn't need to remember everything, now did they? Even just one instance of 'shared' made it just not possible for it to have been a simple dream. Or nightmare, as the case would be.

"... Shadows... I remmeber mine... It was me, but too unlike me to... To be me." Grenn has to stop, because something twisted in her chest, a not-remembered something. She shook her head. "I remember yours... um... Like shadowed overlay. The real you didn't have that..."
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[personal profile] frozen_desires 2011-02-06 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mind your own business." Tougyu replied in a dull voice as he ambled his way towards the door and nearly slipped on the rug under his feet. He was a ball of nerves, just like the rest of them. How could he not be when he was still seeing flashes of gushing red, metal chains tightening around his body and squeezing...

Shit-! He slammed his fist against the wall and growled like a rabid dog. Nightmare or whatever the hell this was, it needed to leave him alone. He had enough of his own personal trauma as it was.
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[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Giving a great many people the same nightmare is difficult, but perhaps not impossible," Sherlock muses. "Easier than a few of the alternatives, at any rate."
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[personal profile] defender 2011-02-07 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
If Shoujou were the type to simply blurt out questions, he would have surely asked but why? Instead, he opts for muttering, "Alternatives?"

"Have you been considering ways to torture other students?"
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Dryly: "Yes. Haven't you?"
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[personal profile] defender 2011-02-07 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Shoujou almost smirks.

"Well, everyone has secrets to keep, Mr. Holmes," is all he says in response, slipping on his shirt. Which is a reply as good as yes, he knows, but he can't afford being quite so blatant about it. The dream is slowly fading from memory.

He's put his shirt together when he realizes he can't do his buttons, and drops his arms.
bitofafiction: Distracted, startled, perhaps even confused. (>= and some are merely spaced)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock has been considering it for approximately half a minute, since he woke up and decided it had likely just been done to him.

He refrains from mentioning this.

Instead he asks, "Sartorial troubles?"
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[personal profile] defender 2011-02-07 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," he replies emphatically, putting on the vest despite the uselessness of the endeavor in an almost huffy fashion. "I can't... can't do buttons anymore. I don't know why."

"It's one of the memories they took," he adds, to clarify.
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I could help," he offers, quite neutrally.
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[personal profile] defender 2011-02-07 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"..."

It would be lying to say that Shoujou is not immediately reminded of Mitarai.

But it would be better than going about undressed as he had been forced to do for the previous few days, so Shoujou merely replies with, "Please do. I'm tired of being stared at."
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[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Certainly."

He crosses the distance between them and starts to button Shoujou's shirt.
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[personal profile] defender 2011-02-07 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Shoujou waits patiently, and cannot help muttering, "I feel like a kid..."

It certainly does not help that Sherlock is much taller.
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[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't know," he murmurs absently. "There. Duly buttoned."

The shirt, anyway. Sherlock has enough social awareness not to try buttoning anything else uninvited.
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[personal profile] defender 2011-02-07 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't as awkward as Shoujou anticipated it to be.

He's pretty sure I wouldn't know isn't the usual response to that sort of situation, but he doesn't mention anything about it. "Thank you," Shoujou says, looking down to do his tie.

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