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[Ploegy]

⇀Ｃｌａｕｄｅ ｖｏｎ Ｒｉｅｇａｎ!!
xxxxmale • seventeen years old • fe3h • tagged: lemres & ahri
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As Lemres agreed to his proposition, Claude gave a small nod of his head before beginning to move towards the shelves once again. "If you find anything interesting just call me over," he said as he began his work. Returning to what he had been doing all along, the archer once again ran his finger along the spines of the books he passed by, quietly studying the names written on them. At the rate he was going this was still going to take quite a bit of time. He supposed here time wasn't much of an issue, but he couldn't help wondering how much time was passing back home. Was it the same rate or was it slowed down? It was impossible to say unless he found that answer somewhere buried in this place as well. Part of him wished he could simply ask the one that had brought them here, but he doubted that such a thing would be possible even if he had good intentions. For all he knew, Master A might completely understand how each and every single one of them acted. That would mean he might expected some kind of scheme out of him if he did attempt to speak with him. In all honesty that was exactly what he would try to pull. If anything he always could pull off something sneaky when others were least expecting it. It was his specialty and Byleth had only enhanced that by taking his plans and tactics and commanding the others as she saw fit within them. They really had made an incredible duo thus far. Shaking the thought off, he forced his focus back onto the books. At the moment he couldn't afford to let himself drift off into such thoughts otherwise he would lose his focus on what was important. Still it left him with many more questions than he previously had. That only meant he needed to find books to cover those topics too. It was a hard task, but he was willing to try and find answers to as many questions as he could. Realizing that his search had taken him into what he suspected was the fiction section, the noble strayed away to begin searching the next set of shelves in hopes of finding something more useful.

While he searched Claude had little idea that he was being watched. Usually he was more than aware of such things but this time it wasn't something he was paying all too much attention to. Maybe it was because he had no worries at the moment or maybe he simply didn't suspect anyone to be watching him all too closely. It wasn't as if any of the other students were around to be worried about his usual antics. He had no reason to be under suspicion in this place thus felt no need to worry about anyone planning to do anything to him. His search soon came to a stop as he heard Lemres's voice break the silence that hung over the library. Turning his head over his shoulder, he gave a small quirk of his brow as the words of the other registered with him. Of all things he expected, he hadn't put too much thought into the possibility of the books before written in other languages. It was possible that he might not even be able to read any of it. Even the languages that the wizard spoke of weren't ones he was familiar with, but given that they weren't having difficulty speaking, he could only assume that one of the languages he knew was similar enough to his own. What an odd thing to think about. Not that it mattered all too much. Brushing the thought off, he pulled himself away from the shelf he had stopped at and approached Lemres. "Let's see if I have any luck with it," he stated. Looking over the other male's shoulder, his eyes scanned over the page of the book and confusion was quick to cross his face. Despite being knowledgeable of two languages himself, the one written in the book was entirely foreign to him as well. That was problematic. Pulling back, Claude scratched at his cheek as worry began to settle in. What if every book was written in the same language? "I sure hope the others aren't written in that language as well." To him it was odd that the text within was different than what was written on the books spine. Everything he had grabbed had been things he understood. Perhaps it was a trap that Master A had set up.

Wrinkling his nose, the noble reached for one of the other books and flipped it open. Unlike the previous one, everything was normal in this one, but with a quick skim over the page the information seemed useless in regards to what they were searching for. That left him to wonder if his previous thought was right. Maybe they had been given answers, but they would be in a language that none of them would understand. What a pain that would be. "I think that book you have has important information. We should try and find someone who can decipher what it says."

[Gravis Cordis]

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Ruby Daly
Female//16 years//Fandom: The Darkest Minds//Tags: Open//Location: Hallway//S.O: None
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Ruby rolled over and snuggled into the soft, warm blankets that seemed to completely engulf her.
She took in a deep breath, subconsciously wondering when the smell of her cabin became something entirely new, a scent that danced along the line of vanilla and citrus. Suddenly, she was completely awake and flying out of the queen size bed, her short, curly hair askew and her pupils blown wide like saucers. This wasn't Camp Thurmond...or at least, no part of it she'd ever had the pleasure of visiting before. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Ruby took a good look around the room.
She noticed the two small tables on both sides of her bed, a well-crafted wardrobe that was partially open and filled with clothes, and several other pieces of furniture. The teen fixed a confused look on the wardrobe and carefully approached it as if there was something inside, waiting to snatch her. She flicked her hand out to open both sides of the dresser and stared in complete awe and the colorful arrangement of clothing inside. This couldn't possibly be for her! Unlike the usual, plain attire she and the other kids and the camp were forced to wear, these clothes had many different shades to them.
The styles varied between formal to casual and there was probably something she could wear for any occasion. There were even some very expensive looking dresses inside. Shifting her attention to the door, Ruby briefly wondered if it would be possible to leave. She'd obviously been moved here while asleep, maybe she'd been tranquilized by the guards. But then, why would she be put in such a fancy room? It didn't make much sense to go from prisoner to esteemed guest overnight. It was also a possibility that someone had somehow smuggled her out. Ruby shook her head, holding in a sigh. That wouldn't be possible. With the high level of security in Thurmond, no one outside of the camp would be able to have managed that. The girl winced and put a hand to her forehead. All of this stress was giving her a headache.
Ruby averted her gaze from the wardrobe and for the first time, noticed a crisp letter set atop one of the nightstands. Curiously, she made her way to the letter and after some fumbling, managed to get said letter open.
Great. She'd gone from one prison to another. Just as she had that thought, Ruby head some voices outside one of the doors. Suddenly curious, she made her way from the wardrobe to the door, which was only four steps away. She stared at the door for several minutes, trying to decide whether to open it or not. If this was real, there was no real reason to be freaked out, but then again, the doctors at Thurmond were known to use inhumane methods to test it's 'patients'.
As fast as possible, Ruby threw on a pair of slightly ripped jeans and over it, a green tank top. If she happened to run into anyone, she didn't want to be caught in the risque nightclothes she was sporting.
Ruby waited until she couldn't hear the voices anymore and cracked the door open just enough so she could peek out.
Outside the door, she saw a wide hallway, pleasantly lit by lights which gave off a warm glow. At first glance, she noticed that the hall was pristine and well decorated. Much unlike the stark white halls in Camp Thurmond, there was a sense of care that went into this place. There was no medical smell or anything of the like, which further convinced her that she wasn't in Thurmond. Unfortunately, there wasn't time to gape at the hall, It was time to figure out what was going on. Ruby slowly emerged from the doorway that leads to the room she'd just woken up in, and peered down both sides of the hall. She Blinked owlishly and hesitantly took a step out of the room before silently closing the door behind her. Even though the letter said she was supposed to find love here, she didn't know if she could trust whoever wrote it. This could be some elaborate test cooked up by whoever runs the camps. Heaving a heavy sigh, Ruby shakes her head, not quite sure what to think of this

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Daro'zahbi

Elder scrolls, khajiit dovahkiin, doorway | tags: Catra

Out of all the places Daro'zahbi would have been used to waking up in - a patch of grass, an abandoned cabin, a nosy Inn, even jail... This certainly was not one of them. Giving her slit eyes a few seconds to adjust to the lighting, the khajiit noticed that despite the luxurious bedding wrapped around her body, she was definitely sore. "What the.." She muttered to herself in confusion. Reluctantly throwing the blankets aside, Daro'zahbi rose to her feet, realising at once why she was so sore. The familiar, faint rattle of stormcloak armour filled her ears, making her scowl. Why had she been sleeping in armour, of all things? She clearly wasn't exposed out in the open. Scolding herself, she patted herself down, in search of her war axe or hunting bow, to no avail. Only a small dagger was on her person. "It'll have to do." she told herself.

Noticing the wardrobe in front of her, Daro'zahbi opened it in search of more.. subtle clothing. If she was going to sneak out of here, the faint rattle of armour would not benefit her. She once again began scolding herself, wondering why she didn't steal none political armour for once, instead of looking like some Talos-loving Nord. "Are these all.. gowns?" Daro'zahbi muttered incredulously. "Where in the deities' names is this one?" Picking the plainest dress she could find in there, she prepared to get changed when she heard a knocking on her door, and an "Hey, anyone in there?!".

Unsheathing her claws, Daro'zahbi flung the door open, nearly ripping the note she hadn't noticed before off of the door. Already in a defensive stance, she hissed in a raspy voice "Who are you?! What is Daro'zahbi doing here?!"

Arian Blaidd

OC, Ex-goddess, Hallway | Tags: OPEN

It had been quite a while since Liliana had awoken, but she hadn't left the room. Sure, she had gotten to her feet, put on a grey silky dress, brushed her hair and read the note, but she hadn't left the room. For the past five minutes she had been reading and re-reading the note, trying to make some sense of it. "This is rediculous" She said aloud, sighing heavily. "How am I meant to fall in love with anyone here in a suitable time frame?" Shaking her head, Liliana got to her feet and opened the door, stepping out into the hall. Here we go..

[lokison]

Maliodas, the Deadly Seven Sins Dragons Sin of Wrath • 3000+ • Demon Prince • Tags: Open

Sitting on tall stool with a large glass mug of ale in his hands, Maliodas remained silent for the entire duration of his time here. Since he first arrived, the Dragon sin had been in the same spot pondering the letter on his lap. This had to be a joke, one of Merlin’s experiments surely for the only person Maliodas would ever love wasn’t here. He worried for Elizabeth, what had happened to her and the others? A smile crept into his face as he closed his eyes and chuckled. “Well at least she has the Sins and the Holy Knights to protect her in my absence.” He muttered aloud taking another sip of his ale. He couldn’t quite remember how he’d got the drink but it was good. After a while of silence, the Dragon sin opened his eyes and frowned. It was too quiet. Where was everyone else? Surely if he was expected to fall in love than there would be at least one other person in this wretched building? Perhaps he should go and scout the building. Who knows he might bump into a ghost. Maliodas chuckled at the thought as he jumped down from the stool and began his search.

[Gravis Cordis]

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Ruby Daly
Female//16 years//Fandom: The Darkest Minds//Tags: Meliodas//Location: Hallway//S.O: None
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It was a good thing Ruby had taken the time to change into more suitable clothes.
The flowy nightclothes she'd woken up in, while pretty cute on her, had hiked up to her mid thigh and clung to her frame in a way her old clothing at the camp never had. The teen slowly made her way down the hall, careful not to set off any hidden alarms or made any sounds. She let the scared little girl from six years ago evaporate and allowed a mask to descend in it's place. Throughout her stay in Thurmond, she'd learned how to subtly sneak around and more importantly, use her wits to get out of unsavory situations. However much she preferred to be relaxed and take her time doing things, that probably wasn't a luxury she could afford right now. Quiet as a mouse, she walked along the hall deserted hallway, the pads of her feet hitting the floor with a soft echo that almost made her cringe with every step.
Unfortunately, she hadn't taken the time to put of socks, or even shoes.
Only mere minutes into her exploration of the empty halls, Ruby noticed what appeared to be a blonde child wandering the halls. She took in his apparel and short stature and admittedly, he appeared to be a few scare inches shorter than herself. His eyes, which seemed to be a blue/green, were wide and innocent looking and it wasn't until he was a little closer than she realized he wasn't a kid, but just a very short man.
Taking a deep breath, Ruby switched her slightly hunched, suspicious posture, for a the stiff-backed, straight legged gait she often used in Thurmond. She at least needed to look as if she belonged here.
Hopefully, the blonde guy will leave her alone and let her be on her way. She didn't much like talking to strangers, only partly because she didn't trust them, but mostly because she's in an entirely new situation with no one she knows.

[serendipity-]

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female • 21 • lesbian • she-ra • form • tags: N/A

As Scorpia drifted into consciousness, she instantly knew something was wrong. Why? The reason was quite humorous actually. It was because she actually fit on the bed she was sleeping on comfortably. That was new, that never happened in the narrow, bunk style, minimally padded Horde beds. So she jolted up, looking around frantically, but in an curious manner. The princess's simple mind was not at all thinking about how this could be a dangerous situation. Because it was a really nice place, so why think negatively? "Ooh, Catra, did you kidnap me and take me on vacation, because you knew I needed one?" She called out with a stupid grin on her face, but received no answer. Scorpia soon reasoned out loud, "Nah, Catra'd never do something like that." She said, tapping her chin in thought with her claw. Maybe Catra wasn't even here. Was anyone from the Horde or any princesses even in here?

She got up from the extremely comfortable and size appropriate bed, and began to think (which wasn't a fast process). Luckily the note on her bedside was an easy thing to find so it greatly sped up the detective Scorpia process. She read it and was completely surprised. She was on a game show! How fun! But she and another person would have to fall in love completely with each other to leave. The show (Scorpia assumed). "That'll be hard..." She muttered with a forlorn sigh. Every time she tried to interact with a normal human, they were terrified. How would she fall in love if no one but her friends in the Horde would ever talk to her without screaming and running. The ball part excited her, she gasped and the woman's eyes sparkled like an anime character's. She looked at the closet, and concluded that would be where her fancy clothes would be. The dresses were simple but sleek, mostly dark colors like black and navy. Also everything in that closet looked like it would fit her, which was rare for the scorpini. Nothing really fit her but her custom made Horde uniform. That dress she wore to Princess Prom had been so hard to find so she held onto it forever. "Sweet!" She whispered excitedly. Despite appearing butch like, Scorpia loved to dress up all pretty. Maybe that was just her locked away princess side trying to shine.

Scorpia figured it was time to go meet the other contestants, so she stepped out of the bedroom into the hallway. There were a couple of people milling around, and the farther she traveled down the hallway the more densely occupied it was. All these people weren't familiar at all to her. So it was a good time to make friends with a clean slate. She waved at some person, saying, "Hi!" And they were frozen. Of course it would still be like this. She chimed out as she walked, "Hello there!" and "Good day to you!" or "Nice hair!" They all gawked at her and were too frightened to reply. Scorpia groaned slightly. Just like how thenother princesses her made her out to be a nobody, just because she looked different and 'scary'. The ignorance was frustrating to her.

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female • 26 • biromantic • gorillaz • form • tags: N/A

Noodle woke up with a surprising revelation. Katsu was not sleeping on her head for once. Maybe Murdoc was eating food and Katsu went to beg so he kicked the cat out. Oh, she'd be furious if the green bastard had done that. Because they were on tour, in their trailer, so who knows where the poor kitty was! She opened her eyes, determined to find her beloved pet... but soon that was not here problem anymore. "一体どこにいるの ！？" * This was not a fancy trailer! This was actually terrifying Noodle. It briefly gave her ptsd from her time when she had fallen into a hole to hell and had to find her way out. The phantom creatures in there would sometimes just make her appear in a different place than she fell asleep to just mess with her mind. This was the same kind of feeling except this place looked nicer than literal hell. She went out for some drinks with the boys, but that couldn't be the cause of her walking up in an unfamiliar place. Noodle never got drunk because it's not good for the soul and spirit and that would set off her inner zen balance. Even if she did end up getting drunk Russel would gaurd her and make sure nothing bad would happen like the good Dad he was.

Gather her courage after reminding herself that she was a strong woman, she looked to the bedside table. Her favorite acoustic guitar was leaning against it, along with her katana in it's case. She went ahead and slung it on her back before she did anything else. Next she quickly read the note she found next to her items. Ah, yes, kidnapping. Exactly like she'd thought. So she had to fall in love with someone and there'd be balls too? What kind of sick and twisted kidnapper was this? Well she could certainly take him down, no problem. She didn't bother to check in the closet, she'd do that later. For now she was dressed in a red t-shirt, high waisted black short shorts with big buttons, a black choker, and the green camo Gorillaz brand converse.

She stepped out in the hallway, filled with determination to find whoever locked her up here just to watch her play a silly little game for their own entertainment. But first she wanted to see if there were others in this situation, see if all the others were also kidnapped not voluntarily here. Noodle pick a random door and knocked, calling out, "Hello?"

*Where the heck am I

[Prince Catoukin]

[ ♂ ]yiitt⋆ Theo Raeken ⋆ 19 ⋆ Male ⋆ Teen Wolf (TV) ⋆ His room ⋆ Tags;
bidoosh──── “𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎?”

With a sharp gasp, Theo's eyes shot open. His gaze darted around to try and get a bearing of where he was. It was small, so small, and dark. It was too dark and far too small for his liking, causing him to reach out with his hands to feel where he was. He barely had a chance to stretch his arms out before the palms of his hands pressed against cool metal. A surge of panic rushing through him as he started to feel around. On both sides and above him was metal, pure metal. No vents, no holes, no way to tell where he was. His heart racing for a reason he couldn't place, he started to reach back behind him, trying to feel what was there. Frustrated after feeling more metal, Theo flipped himself over, quickly finding that the surface he was laying on was much more like a tray than a flat surface. Despite knowing that the surface in front of him was a solid wall of metal, he thrust his fist out, slamming it against the surface. He did it over and over, the force of his punches splitting his knuckles before finally, it gave way. It swung wide open like a door, surprising the young adult. Without a second thought, Theo scrambled out of the small room and got to his feet as fast as he possibly could. His gaze dropped down to where he had just crawled out of to find a small square slot only a foot or two off the ground with the same shape of a door hanging open. It didn't take him long to notice the surrounding square doors, all lined up in a row along the same wall, all closed and sealed shut. The teen's breath hitched when his heart skipped a beat. Thoughts began to race through his head as he spun around to look around the rest of the room. Surrounding him were medical tables and supplies, only lit by a faint light in the corner. The panic from earlier grew and gripped him so tightly that he could barely breathe. It latched onto his nerves, forcing him to stumble to the door and shove it open. Once he was out of the room, the feeling of dread lessened, but it was still there. With a couple of glances down either end of the dim and abandoned hallway, he slowly made his way down towards the main desk of the floor. He was most of the way there when he froze.

"Theo..."

Theo spun around so fast that he would've stumbled if it weren't for his balance. Newfound fear gripped the brunette's chest as his gaze bore down the hallway. It was empty, confusing him about where the voice had come from. Prying his attention off of the hall, he started to turn to look back towards the desk when the feminine voice whispered for him again.

"Theo..."

The chimera instantly looked back towards the hallway and he nearly jumped at the sight he was greeted with. Standing on the complete opposite end was a girl, her hair draped down her shoulders as she stayed completely still, her arms hanging by her side. Within seconds of him noticing her, she began to slowly walk forward, continuing to whisper his name. If he were sane, he would've started to back up, to do whatever he could to get away from the girl. Alas, he wasn't. That, and the sheer amount of fear running through him kept him glued in place. Once she got closer, Theo's eyes drifted down to her chest and his stomach immediately twisted into a knot. He forgot just how gruesome and terrifying it was to see her chest, to see the way it had been ripped open. He forgot just how horrible it was to see the vacant space behind her broken and pried ribs, the vacant space that should be the home of a beating heart. "Tara?" he murmured.

She lunged.

Theo instantly shot up and scrambled out of bed, his arms and legs tangled in sheets. The panic and fear from before still gripped his chest, leaving his breathing rapid and shaky. His eyes shot around him, taking in everything he saw in hopes of distracting himself from his own mind. He was in a room, one way different from the morgue he had thought he woke up in. It was well lit with warm, golden lights instead of the hospital's bright LEDs. He had never seen the place before, the regal designs far too fancy from anywhere he's lived or been. Then again, any place could be considered regal in comparison to the Dread Doctors' dungeon. That place was downright slummy.
Collecting himself and calming down, Theo began to walk around the room, trailing his hand along the furniture he passed until he came upon a closet. Intrigued, the brunette slowly wrapped his hands around the handles before snapping the doors open. What lay inside surprised him. Before him were fancy clothes ranging from business casual to flat out formal. All looked to be the sort of thing he would wear if he were forced to dress up, but then again, most men wore the same sort of formal attire. So, he then decided to head over to the nearby dresser. Upon pulling open the drawers, he was shocked to find his typical style of casual clothing. Form-fitting t-shirts, skinny jeans, nice quality zip-up hoodies, as well as some other "trendy" clothing. He then glanced down at himself to find he was wearing a white t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, white converse, and an unzipped black hoodie. It was an odd outfit to fall asleep in, but as of recently, he had grown used to having to sleep in regular clothing. Not much one can do when he had to live in his car for God knows how long. After his exploration of his clothing, Theo began to scout throughout the rest of the room he had woken up in. Next to the bed was a nightstand, like most any normal bedroom would have. He decided to go through that next given there were drawers on that as well. It turned out that he didn't need to do much sifting, because right on top of it was a piece of paper with some pretty neat handwriting. Curious, the chimera lifted the piece of paper and began to scan over the words. What he read was interesting, that was for sure. Interesting and flat out weird. He even scoffed at the idea of needing to find love to get out of the place. He'd end up being sent to Heaven before he ever found love and he had already been damned to Hell. This was why the option of having to go after this Master A, or Albus, dude caught his attention. The note flat out suggested that it was either love or fighting your way out. Hell yeah he was going to fight his way out of this place.

Folding the note into eight, Theo shoved the note into the back pocket of his jeans only to get another rush of panic -- albeit not as intense as the dream. His phone wasn't in his pockets, leading him to start rifling through his front pockets and even his jacket. There was no way he was about to go through this without trying to contact Liam or Mason. No way at all! This left him the only other option he had when he couldn't find his phone on his person: he had to search through the room. He started out with the bed, throwing the already messed up sheets off the bed, completely trashing the floor around it. When the device wasn't there, he turned back to the nightstand and began to pull open drawers. To his relief, in the second drawer he opened was his phone. He pulled the device out and turned it on, glad to see that it was mostly charged and worked until... he realized he had no service. In fact, the upper right hand corner said "No Sim", making the chimera groan. Smart, very smart. Albus was probably the smartest kidnapper he knew, and he had his fair share of kidnappings. The removal of a SIM card, as well as the lack of WiFi, left him stranded in dead water with nowhere to swim. Hooray. His phone was completely and utterly useless. After shoving the phone into his other back pocket, Theo turned from the stand and made his way over to the door. If he couldn't contact either of his friends, he would have to go search for someone himself. It shouldn't be too hard, because as he opened the door and stepped outside of the room, he was able to pick up the sound of multiple heartbeats. Many were faint though, hinting that he wasn't all that close to people, but that there were at least others around him. Hoping to find answers to what was going on outside of the note, the brunette began to make his way down the hall in no particular direction. The heartbeats were surrounding him, so it wasn't like he could pinpoint one specific person to track down. As long as he ran into someone, he would be alright with the situation.

[molotov]

(♞) x ＫＯＫＩＣＨＩ ＯＵＭＡ ❞

[ gender. male ] ♦ [ age. 18 years old ] ♦ [ location. courtyard ] ♦ [ tagged. lumia ]

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as expected she didn’t seem entirely convinced when he brought up his ultimate title, though all things considered he didn’t see why she wouldn’t. “are you trying to insinuate that i’m a liar?” he inquired raising an eyebrow at her. not that that statement was wrong.. as she would soon find out. “ you're a werewolf with a dead-end job and you’re questioning me?” he pointed out with a small pause. “i don’t know what wacko universe you came from but that’s not typically something you normally see either.” he placed a hand on his hip, tilting his head up smugly at ice. “i’ll have you know that i run a top secret evil organization with over ten thousand members, it’s actually a pretty big deal.” the dark haired boy insisted. in response to her joking reply of being dramatic kokichi simply smiled, playing along with her teasing remark as if it was intended to be a complement. “aw you think so?” he beamed, with fake flattery. “i have always wanted to get into acting, its good to know i’m finally being recognized for my gift.” he fired back in a joshing way, the sarcasm in his voice was hard to miss. his eyes crinkled with amusement, mirroring the same glint of mischief that her eyes had as he grinned over at her.

a look of wonder returned to his face, he was once again intrigued by her words. if she could take down a bear, he could only imagine what she could do to someone like albus in her wolf form. not that he really knew who albus was or anything about him for that matter, but the point still remained, from what she had claimed, ice could put on a pretty good fight. that could potentially be useful in getting out of here. “wow.” kokichi marveled. “what i wouldn’t give to see that.” he said with a disappointed sigh, glancing down at the ground for effect. after a second he let his gaze fall back on the wolf-like being and frowned in an over exaggerated manner at her comment. “you’re right, you don’t have room to talk. and if people can turn into wolves in your world, i don’t see why it would be impossible for someone like me to be a supreme leader in mine.” he grumped. choosing to ignore her last comment he proceeded. “being the ultimate supreme leader is my talent, before i ended up in this mess i was apart of a academy intended for people with all sorts of different talents.” kokichi paused for a moment as if he had just now remembered something, taking a second to examine his fingernails in a casual uninterested manner. “-then again there’s also the part where an evil bear forced me and a bunch of other students to partake in a killing game before this, but that’s beside the point.”

(♜) x ＨＡＴＳＵＨＡＲＵ ＳＯＨＭＡ ❞

[ gender. male ] ♦ [ age. 16 years old ] ♦ [ location. hallway ] ♦ [ tagged. mabel, tezu ]

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in response to the first girl haru let out a small “hm.” glancing away with a dull expression. that certainly didn’t help, maybe he should just leave her to find someone who really knew what was going on here. there was definitely no point in hanging around when he didn’t know where he was, not to mention with a girl. he certainly didn’t want to end up a cow in a place like this. taking a second to look her over once more, he wasn’t entirely sure why she seemed so upbeat considering she appeared to be in the same boat as him. but he supposed it wasn’t something he should judge. when the brown haired girl greeted someone besides him, haru turned, following the girls gaze to the other individual in the hallway. whatever it was, it didn’t appear to be human, not that haru felt the need to question it.

when the strange looking female responded to the first girls question haru let out a small sigh. so no one knew?.. did anyone know what was going on? he was beginning to think something was seriously wrong, although his expression remained controlled and blank as he decided to address the obvious elephant in the room. “so none of us know where we are..” he mumbled to himself, resting his thumb and index finger to his chin in a thoughtful manner as he thought over his next words. “do either of you guys happen to know what’s going on at least?” he questioned. at the mention of introducing himself, with some hesitation haru complied with little to no emotion. “name’s hatsuharu soma.” he said with a small nod, turning back and taking a moment to meet the gaze of both tezu and mabel. “it’s nice to meet you both.” he added calmly, still not making an effort to smile.

[Ice_The_Random]

Lumia Albescu/Ice Lupei

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Age:19|Female|Gen.Oc|Wolf Shifter|Tags:Kokichi Ouma|Location:Courtyard

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Her canid ears perked upwards at the mention of a killing game, as Lumia gave a mental double take.
"Hold up, a killing game with students done by a bear? What messed up universe do you come from?" she stated, her icy gaze showing confusion, "You guys didn't try to kill the bear or something instead? Or was it a kinda of magical immortal bear situation?"
Running a hand through her shoulder length hair again before finally standing to lean against the tree, tail flicking as she did so.
"Either way, I don't care what your organization does, so long as you personally play nice around me. And not everyone is a shifter in my world, we're a minority actually. Hence why I look a bit albino, despite being healthy. That and I have European ancestry, so that doesn't help matters."
Letting out a sigh, Lumia shifted herself to prop a leg up against the tree, crossing her arms against her chest.
"Anyway, so you are a student," she said, smirking a bit as she looked down at the younger male,who was at least three inches shorter than herself,"Nice to know that there is a universe where kids kill kids. Survival of the fittest must be a motto for your class, huh?"
She rolled up her right sleeve, revealing a patchwork of scars on her forearm as her expression clouded over.
"Just know, if you try to kill me, I won't play nice," she warned, before shrugging her shoulders with a sigh, "Either way, I gotta hand it to you for having ten thousand members in that organization, evil or not. I'm personally a neutral party myself, but you do you. Personally, my talent is leadership as well, but in a different capacity than your own."
Shaking her head to clear any thoughts, before moving on in conversation.
"Either way Ouma, I ain't getting out of here anytime soon, so might as well try to fight if I have to," Lumia stated bluntly, "And with what lack of interest you show to things, I doubt you'd stick around to watch a somewhat overgrown wolf fight or hunt anything.You can look up videos of wolf hunts on the internet, it's basically the same thing as how I hunt. I just tend to show the blood better because I'm a white wolf. I stain red easily if I don't wash up quickly afterwards, it's a real pain to get blood out of white fur after it sets in."
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Kaya Nakashima

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Age:25|Female|Gen.Oc|Human|Tags:Open|Location:back of library;Some corner hideaway like area in the halls

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Gathering her books with a huff, the woman's fushia eyes narrowed at the noisy crowd in the library before she wandered into the hallway. Her purple-black hair swayed as she moved, though her footsteps were silent. Finding a decent sort of spot, she sat against the wall to continue reading. Her body was out of the way, though her torn clothing still stood out a bit against the stone wall interior of the castle, but she didn't mind. Kaya's mind was on the story in her hands, in the fantasy realm of Hogwarts. It seemed fitting to her to be reading a story set mostly within a castle at a castle.

[Ploegy]

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For the first time in weeks the voice in her head was silent through the night and Byleth hadn’t been woken by any unnecessary thoughts Sothis might have bothered her with this time. What a relief. Ever since she had started living at the monastery it had been difficult for her to get a good nights sleep. She was always finding herself worried over something or being woken by Sothis’s voice in her head. Both were logical reasons to struggle to sleep. Her worries usually revolved around her students though she saw them more as friends than anything given that most of them were around her age to begin with. The only difference was that she had fighting experience and was born to one of the best knights whereas the others were not. Some were born of royal blood though which in someway gave them advantages but at the end of the day most of them had minimal training in comparison to her thus she was worried. Plus there was the stress of being a professor at her young age. It seemed she was constantly work on things for her class whether it be creating lesson plans, studying the teachings of Serios for herself, training or even grading. There were plenty of things that usually kept her awake but not this time. For once she was peacefully at ease and asleep in her bed or what she assumed was her bed. Tomorrow was sure to bring something for her to fret over but for now all she could do was try to catch up on sleep. Grunting softly as she turned onto her side, Byleth nuzzled her head deeper into the pillow. She was fighting the sensation to wake up. Knowing her luck it would still be in the middle of the night if she allowed herself to rise, but she couldn’t help it. Something felt off at the moment and that alone was pulling her from her slumber. Rolling onto her back, the young professor began to let her eyes crack open. She had entirely expected to be met with her usual, dark room at the monastery, but instead she was met by a bright, white room instead. It was a majorly different and didn't take more than a few seconds for her to realize that she was misplaced.

Abruptly sitting up, Byleth's eyes were wide open as they scanned the room in a brief stint of panic. Her first thought was that she had been captured in her sleep, possibly taken by those associated with the Death Knight that had been causing problems around Fódlan of late. If that were the case though she figured she wouldn't have been taken to such a nice location. The room itself was far too fancy to be a prison cell and in a way made her think of a room of some castle. Maybe Edelgard or Dimitri had dragged her to the castle in their lands. It seemed unlikely given her position as the professor of the Golden Deer house. Her interactions with the two were limited although there were times she found herself speaking with them or even briefly training with them, but most of her time was spent with her own students and she doubted any of them would have dragged her to some place like this in Alliance land. Was there even anywhere that would have a fancy room like this there? Now that she thought of it, she would assume Lorenz family probably would have something of this caliber in their home, but of all students he was one she least expected to drag her off. If anything it was more along with the lines of Claude's schemes but she had a feeling that House Riegan wasn't necessarily fancy like this. That left her to wonder where she actually was then. Maybe it was actually part of the monastery she hadn't seen before. But why would Rhea wish to drag her to a new room without consulting her first? Yet again she found herself at another dead end. It was frustrating, but perhaps trying to think it over was pointless. The best thing she could do right now was get up and search for answers herself. Pondering over it wouldn't get her anywhere in the first place. With her mission in mind, Byleth rolled out of bed and took a quick scan of the room once again. This time she was able to focus more on her surroundings than before. That was when she noticed the letter on the back of the door. There was what she could start with.

Moving to grab the piece of paper, her eyes studied the words that were written before her. Quirking a brow, the former mercenary was taken by surprise by what she was reading. From the sounds of it, she was no longer in her own home but instead had been pulled somewhere else to take part in some strange game. What a bothersome situation to be in. Giving a small shake of her head, she couldn't help but find all of this ridiculous. This Master A was out of his mind if he assumed that she was going to simply oblige to his rules. She had better things to do than get caught up in the likes of this. If anything this was going to cause her problems with the monastery and she did not want to be on Rhea's bad side. Besides, she had grown to enjoy her new line of work. The students were all fun to be around despite having varying personalities that sometimes could be difficult to deal with. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable to see them grow in the classroom and on the battlefield and it was thanks to her teachings. Truly she would have never thought she would find herself in such a position. Pushing the thought off, Byleth knew now wasn't the time to be thinking of such things. She needed to find a way home and soon. Putting the letter down onto the top of the dresser, she noticed the sword of the creator sitting beside the large, wooden piece of furniture. Yet again she found herself confused. For the kind of game this was supposed to be, she wouldn't have expected her weapon to have been present especially one that held as much power as her's did. Maybe Master A was out of his mind. That wouldn't surprise her in the slightest. From what she had already gathered, he probably was crazy. She was grateful nevertheless that he would leave her weapon for her though. He might come to regret such a decision later on though. Again she found herself wandering off topic. Giving a firm shake of her head, she focused back on the dresser, deciding she would deal with her sword later.

Opening the top drawer, Byleth began to rummage through the clothing that had been left for her. It was to no surprise she found her usual attire present along with the academy uniform that she had been given to wear to allow her to fit in among the others at the monastery and show that she was a professor there although neither of the others wore a uniform like it. Deciding to go with her usual outfit, the young professor was quick to change. Once dressed, she grabbed her sword without second thought. She doubted she would need to to subdue any of the others in this place, but she would need it to take on Master A and that was her plan. Even if he was powerful enough to drag her to a place like this, she was confident that she could still match him in terms of strength when it came to combat. In a way, she viewed him as a powerful mage although it was difficult to even tell if that assessment was correct. The only ones she knew that could teleport though were mages and even if they had strong attacks that had the weakness of being weak up close which gave advantages to shorter ranged weapon users like herself. She would worry about that though when the time came. For now, she needed to find the gamemaster's location. Such a task was probably easier said than done, but she was prepared for such a task. With her mission in mind, Byleth moved towards the door of her room, not bothering to search the area any more than she already had. Stepping out into the hallway, she was not surprised that she was greeted by nothing but silence. Nobody seemed to be present in her immediate surroundings. Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise. Either way, it wasn't as if she was in need to allies in the current moment. She was perfectly fine working on her own if needed. Beginning her journey down the hall, her brief moment of solitude was brought to an end as a sign of movement up ahead caught her attention.

Freezing in that moment, her hand hovered over the hilt of her sword as she squinted in attempt to make out the figure. As it came into focus, she was met with the sight of a male who appeared to be around the same age as herself. It was difficult to make out any dominant features given the distance between them, but she could tell he had brown hair of sorts and seemed of average height. He didn't appear to be abnormal in the slightest nor did he seem to have a weapon present on him from what she could tell, but she knew better than to become immediately comfortable with such things. Keeping her hand close to her own weapon, she slowly began to approach Theo. Her steps were light as she moved and she barely made a sound in hopes to avoid drawing attention to herself. Despite the letter making things seem harmless, Byleth was on edge and more than ready to strike down anyone that might show signs of being dangerous. Once she closed in on the boy, she came to a stop again and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. He certainly didn't strike her as someone that might have been the mastermind behind this all. If anything he was the exact opposite of what she pictured Albus to be like. That though alone caused some of the tension to leave her body. Still it wasn't entirely safe to let her guard down yet. There was only one way to find out of he was a threat or not. As much as she hated to, she had to speak and get his attention. Wrinkling her nose at the thought, the professor straightened her posture and allowed her expression to soften for the moment. "Who are you? Are you the one behind this?" were the only words that managed to escape her lips. Hostility could be heard in her voice, but it was only fitting given the situation at hand. She hadn't wished to come off in such a manner, but for many years she had found herself lacking much emotion in the way she conducted herself and the few people she spoke to outside of her father's band of mercenaries had been bandits and thieves thus her way of speaking usually had a hint of hostility to it.

Deep down, she felt bad for speaking in such a manner to him yet she refused to apologize for it. Even after months of speaking with her students in a much different manner, she found herself falling back to old habits. If it hadn't been for the situation, things would have been different. Maybe she would have spoken to him casually like she had come to do with the Golden Deer house. But in her mind this wasn't the time nor the place to be friendly until this boy proved he was no threat to her. She may have jumped the gun too quickly with her actions, but to her it was worth it. If she had taken a friendly approach then that would waste time and the more time she had to spend here, the more she would be willing to do to get back home. Pushing the thought aside, she stared at Theo with a strong intensity in her eyes waiting to see what the boy might do in response.