Aug 19, 2022 3:45:14 GMT
Earth-chan and Yun Min-su like this
Post by Susame Fuyukami on Aug 19, 2022 3:45:14 GMT
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[attr="class","landbod2"]If there was one thing that Ryuko was so hilariously predictable with, it was her desire to be at the front of things. The leader, the head honcho, the need to feel important and order others when appropriate. She was that woman that screamed aggressiveness for the sake of proving her station was deserved. She cut in as soon as she heard that Minsu would take the lead if needed. Susame tried his damnedest not to laugh, but sometimes even that is hard enough.
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Even being corrected on his name usual brought little more than a temporarily amused boyish smile to plaster on his face. Alas, they left this place with a sliding of the door and just as she would, the lights promptly flickered wildly before being silenced. Susame signed quietly, wonderful. The hallways seemed endless as is but now there was no light in sight for any of them. He hoped that whatever was moving around these halls had the same impaired vision as they all did.
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This was how most fear responses go wasn't it? The hiking of adrenaline coursing through veins, the lack of proper sight made all other senses go into overdrive to compensate. Before they run into anything, humans would crumble more from the imagination of what's out there than what it actually was. Mentally, this would be the most taxing on the young man with them he'd imagine. Yet, without calling for it, something pops up in front of them and lights up his face and eyes.
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The System has offered you the choice of these three classes. Please reply with the name of the class you wish to play as.
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Three choices made available to him: Horticulturalist, Blood Mage, and Exorcist. His eyes roam his choices, perplexed, truly, as he'd never really played a lot of video games when he was younger and at present. The Horticulturalist had a flowering plant underneath. It brought ideas of plants and nature, and while he enjoyed those things he didn't choose it. Blood Mage, a drop of blood, danger, release, life and death. It appealed to him, barely even considering the Exorcist choice next to it - namely he never really saw himself as the type deserving to exorcise anything with what he calls his family on a daily basis - and presses his finger to the middle choice.
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Then, it ends as soon as it comes, eyes having to forcibly adjust back to the darkness again. He clicks his tongue, but feels something sharp prick and cut his tongue just enough for him to taste the cooper tang of blood. His mouth opens out of reflex, but a rushing of something wet escapes his mouth. He doesn't know what it is, feeling like its being 'drawn' out in some fashion. When Susame's eyes race trying to figure out what's happening, the lights flicker just long enough for him to see a thin red coil slither upwards as if it had a mind of its own. His eyes travel upwards to watch it in silent confused awe until his eyes focused on something else far more distressing.
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Something was on the ceiling, fingers digging into the wall to keep her anchored to it. Her neck was stretched and snapped at an unnatural angle, a fixated wide ear touching grin on her face. Looking into her eyes it was like they were two abyss's looking back at him. "Get back!" He side steps quickly, near stumbling as she descends, knife in hand. The first to see her was to die, apparently, for she was upon him, flickering lights painting a ghastly picture of her frenzied movements. Susame grabs her wrists, being pressed against the wall with the threat of that knife in full display. The blood spiraling by his mouth, urged by his fight response to protect himself lurches forward. It splatters into one of her eyes, causing her to recoil long enough for Susame to move away from her and gain precious distance. A good thing as well, seeing as how she wildly spun the knife this way and that, stabbing into the wall before she could wipe it away.
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He could hear whispers in his ear, something clear coming through the indiscernible: Blood for blood, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. That is all you have known isn't it? To be useful, to be strong, is to give up something in equivalent exchange. I want to see her suffer for her ignorance and folly. I want to watch as her feeble body is torn asunder, organs squeezing and convulsing because she has nothing left. Because she is weak and useless.
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Susame stares at this woman, seemingly a warped teacher, and something begins to be scrawled upon her forehead. It forms into a flower, steaming from its fresh development. Don't you, as well? Devil? That mark promptly begins to bloat, and then implodes. The woman screams from the impact, lurching back, blood spraying in all corners and is pulled over to him. It swarms by his mouth, healing the small superficial wound he had created on to himself. The lights flicker uselessly, the scene of this woman convulsing on the floor, creating a pool of that blood and the man who caused it looking down upon her as if she was the pathetic dirt under his feet. The barest hint of blood giving his otherwise pale lips some potent color.
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Even being corrected on his name usual brought little more than a temporarily amused boyish smile to plaster on his face. Alas, they left this place with a sliding of the door and just as she would, the lights promptly flickered wildly before being silenced. Susame signed quietly, wonderful. The hallways seemed endless as is but now there was no light in sight for any of them. He hoped that whatever was moving around these halls had the same impaired vision as they all did.
[break][break]
This was how most fear responses go wasn't it? The hiking of adrenaline coursing through veins, the lack of proper sight made all other senses go into overdrive to compensate. Before they run into anything, humans would crumble more from the imagination of what's out there than what it actually was. Mentally, this would be the most taxing on the young man with them he'd imagine. Yet, without calling for it, something pops up in front of them and lights up his face and eyes.
[break][break]
The System has offered you the choice of these three classes. Please reply with the name of the class you wish to play as.
[break][break]
Three choices made available to him: Horticulturalist, Blood Mage, and Exorcist. His eyes roam his choices, perplexed, truly, as he'd never really played a lot of video games when he was younger and at present. The Horticulturalist had a flowering plant underneath. It brought ideas of plants and nature, and while he enjoyed those things he didn't choose it. Blood Mage, a drop of blood, danger, release, life and death. It appealed to him, barely even considering the Exorcist choice next to it - namely he never really saw himself as the type deserving to exorcise anything with what he calls his family on a daily basis - and presses his finger to the middle choice.
[break][break]
Then, it ends as soon as it comes, eyes having to forcibly adjust back to the darkness again. He clicks his tongue, but feels something sharp prick and cut his tongue just enough for him to taste the cooper tang of blood. His mouth opens out of reflex, but a rushing of something wet escapes his mouth. He doesn't know what it is, feeling like its being 'drawn' out in some fashion. When Susame's eyes race trying to figure out what's happening, the lights flicker just long enough for him to see a thin red coil slither upwards as if it had a mind of its own. His eyes travel upwards to watch it in silent confused awe until his eyes focused on something else far more distressing.
[break][break]
Something was on the ceiling, fingers digging into the wall to keep her anchored to it. Her neck was stretched and snapped at an unnatural angle, a fixated wide ear touching grin on her face. Looking into her eyes it was like they were two abyss's looking back at him. "Get back!" He side steps quickly, near stumbling as she descends, knife in hand. The first to see her was to die, apparently, for she was upon him, flickering lights painting a ghastly picture of her frenzied movements. Susame grabs her wrists, being pressed against the wall with the threat of that knife in full display. The blood spiraling by his mouth, urged by his fight response to protect himself lurches forward. It splatters into one of her eyes, causing her to recoil long enough for Susame to move away from her and gain precious distance. A good thing as well, seeing as how she wildly spun the knife this way and that, stabbing into the wall before she could wipe it away.
[break][break]
He could hear whispers in his ear, something clear coming through the indiscernible: Blood for blood, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. That is all you have known isn't it? To be useful, to be strong, is to give up something in equivalent exchange. I want to see her suffer for her ignorance and folly. I want to watch as her feeble body is torn asunder, organs squeezing and convulsing because she has nothing left. Because she is weak and useless.
[break][break]
Susame stares at this woman, seemingly a warped teacher, and something begins to be scrawled upon her forehead. It forms into a flower, steaming from its fresh development. Don't you, as well? Devil? That mark promptly begins to bloat, and then implodes. The woman screams from the impact, lurching back, blood spraying in all corners and is pulled over to him. It swarms by his mouth, healing the small superficial wound he had created on to himself. The lights flicker uselessly, the scene of this woman convulsing on the floor, creating a pool of that blood and the man who caused it looking down upon her as if she was the pathetic dirt under his feet. The barest hint of blood giving his otherwise pale lips some potent color.
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