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rakuen2011-02-05 10:32 am
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2011-02-05 10:32 am
Entry tags:
- !!round change,
- edgar roni figaro,
- fletcher tringham,
- gino weinberg,
- grenn atair,
- huashi sun,
- kallen kozuki,
- kotarou,
- lelouch vi britannia,
- mei chang,
- meryl silverburgh,
- nunnally vi britannia,
- oichi,
- reiko date,
- rolo lamperouge,
- romeo,
- russel tringham,
- sherlock holmes,
- shoujou,
- sora himoto,
- suzaku kururugi,
- tomoko oashi,
- tsuki aoi
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."
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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It certainly does not help that Sherlock is much taller.
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The shirt, anyway. Sherlock has enough social awareness not to try buttoning anything else uninvited.
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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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He retreats to his own bed, which looks more slept-in than it has since well before Shoujou arrived, and starts to get dressed himself.
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Sliding it shut, he asks, "You're going to the lobby?"
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Sherlock also forgoes the vest—in his case, in favour of a leather jacket he picks up off the back of a chair.
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"Shall we, then?"
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(ooc: and that is that I guess! :D Way more disturbing the second time around. I like.)