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    I- Diego Vendrix
    Diego's House, Arcangrove Way
    20.07.12 - Friday Evening


    Diego had yawned as he slipped into his pajamas. It had been a long and fun day. He talked a bit more before he and Krystal left for home. They walked and talked, though Diego stopped by the nearby toy store. Wanting to give a token of appreciation for his new friend. He is aware of Louise's fondness for sheep, having drawn a sheep for her when they first met and noticing her pleased reaction.

    The day went by as Diego had waited for Krystal to arrive before they went to the bakery. Since Louise didn't really know where Diego lived, they promised to meet at her bakery so they could all walk home. Once they met, Diego gave her the gift.

    A sheep plushie.

    She seemed really happy with it, Diego figured.

    The trio just spent some times talking and playing a few boardgames that Diego had. The one they had the most fun with was the one called Munchkin. Overall it was a lot of fun. In the end, they said their goodbyes and walked home, getting ready for their days of summer vacation.

    Diego had yawned before he felt oddly sleeply and went to sleep on his bed.


    I- Diego Vendrix
    The ??? Void
    Timelessness


    Diego looked around of the infinite void. Nude, he gazed into the orbs containing visions of dreams and fantasies as he saw all the possiblities: Distant lives, imagined loves, all sorts of adventures. Until finally he came to rest, stood on a surface he couldn't see. He then stood up as he found himself in his outfit and gazed into the boundless emptiness.

    Then something fluttered past. It was a deep blue butterfly. Diego was compelled to chase it as it seemed to be the only thing here.

    The butterfly fluttered onwards, and as he chased it, suddenly the void under him broke. Diego began screaming as the maw of the void devoured him. As he fell, he saw a man in the void. Dressed in a rich velvet suit, his face covered by a white butterfly mask, and his eyes deep with timeless age. The man said nothing, simply smiling reassuringly. Silently, he seemed to say: Do not worry. It will be okay.


    I- Diego Vendrix
    Group III- Field of Blades
    The Witching Hour


    Diego woke up as he saw himself in a field. However, the field was filled with all sorts of blades. Diego shook his head as he took some moments to take in the surroundings. He took a deep breath and exhaled as he felt relaxed. Realizing something may be up, he decided to get one of the weapons. In front of him was a beautifully crafted claymore. Something about it called to him. He picked it up and realized there was a scabbard of it nearby. After a little while, he managed to have it on him as he walked to one of the figures that was also walking toward him.

    It was Alyssa.

    She then asked if he knew what was going on. He ran to catch up to her. His smile became a frown when he saw her. Her eyes were red and her body language seemed tense.

    "Hey Alyssa, it's Diego. Sorry, I don't know what is going on, but I have a gut feeling there is more than the two of us involved..." Diego said as he looked at her. He placed his hand on her shoulder.

    His eyes were filled with concern.

    "You all right?" Diego asked her. She was his friend and despite her peppy demeanor and her temper, she had this strange kind of vulnerability to her.

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    XIII. Jannike Mortensen
    Mortensen Residence
    20.07.12 - Night


    Jannike undid her blonde hair from her ponytail, shaking her head as she did, her hair falling to its full length at her hips. She thought she was going to be right, but Alyssa just had to have one of her episodes. Jannike knew that this was typical of Alyssa, having bought cupcakes from Cosgrove's since she tasted her first one. Lashing out at everyone for getting a flavor wrong, however? It seemed rather petty to her. But then, that was Alyssa, who seemed to swing between overly enthusiastic to angry at times. Jannike wanted to know what exactly it was that made Alyssa that way. Somehow, cupcakes were too shallow a matter to lash out about, it had to be something else. It just had to. Love life? Bed life? Another problem?

    "Hey, boy." She said, grinning when she saw Lupus, her white Northern Inuit, approaching her side as she undressed for bed. The dog nuzzled her, prompting the teenager to reach down and pat his head. She then headed to her bed, not bothering to put on anything. Crawling into her soft black satin sheets, she laid her head on her pillow, Lupus curling up on the floor to the left of her bed.

    "Damn, I need another drink..." She mumbled as she sat up, eyeing the Jack Daniel's on her nightstand. Grabbing it, she felt that it had warmed up. She shook her head as she looked at it. She was too comfortable to get up and put it in her mini fridge and she did not want to bother, the drink was still going to be there tomorrow anyhow.

    "Fine, maybe tomorrow..." She mumbled as she laid back down. This time however, she closed her eyes.


    ???

    Jannike's eyes were open, and she was dressed in her normal clothes again. Around herself however, all she saw was black...nothingness around her. She blinked once, twice. She thought she was hallucinating, but no...the same blackness around her, as if she was in a void. However, she wasn't falling. She was somehow suspended in midair...or was she?

    Definitely not that beer... She thought as she shook her head again. A fluttering blue shape flew past her eyes, a spot of color in the darkness. Jannike looked at it and saw that it was a butterfly. She looked at it as it flew past. Somehow, she felt the urge to follow it, see where it was going. She put her foot forward, surprised to see that the nothingness felt like firm ground under her feet. Jannike followed the butterfly. However, just after what seemed like a short distance, the darkness gave way beneath her. Jannike gave a gasp of surprise...she was falling. As she looked up, she noticed a faint outline of a man in a suit and a butterfly-shaped mask, giving her a mysterious smile. Suddenly, everything around her changed in the blink of an eye.


    Avalon: Beach

    Jannike found herself lying on a sandy beach, a different scene from the void she was in about a second ago. Sitting up, she saw that the sand was a dark, ash color and the sea stretched out in front of her, not so far away. Getting up, she brushed her clothes, seeing several weapons lying in the sand. Before she could take in the rest of her surroundings however, she heard a voice call out.

    "Hey! I'm over here! Who are you?!" It...or rather, he, called. Jannike turned to where the voice came from and saw a dark-haired boy with green eyes...rather good-looking in a mysterious way. She wasn't alone after all...there were others, too? She looked over at him as she moved towards him.

    "I'm not alone, huh? How'd we get here anyway? My name's Jannike...or Janna if you'd like. And you are?" She said, introducing herself as she smiled. She noticed that large structure that looked like a castle rose from behind the shore, and from what she could see from afar, even more people...so it seemed.



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    XVII - Louise Henrietta DuBois
    Misty Springs, Sunrise Bakery
    20.07.12 - Friday Afternoon


    Though she had spoken with a smile and good intentions, the girl seemed more stunned than anything at the comment, merely stuttering out an "Oh, um... thank you..." and leaving it at that. Apparently Louise had a very poor hand at American humor and complements. Something to work at, she supposed.

    The two said no more to each other, Louise returning to her cleaning work and Leo toting his sisters away as soon as he had been helped. The three were swiftly replaced by another of Diego's friends, a distinctive girl by the name of Krystal. Distinctive, in this case, meaning that her hair happened to be a snowy white color by some astounding turn of luck, despite her lacking the pale eyes which marked albinoism. In any case, she seemed by all appearances to be good-natured and highly affectionate, particularly toward Diego. She heard the two briefly discussing her inclusion in the evening's activity, and so Louise gave Krystal a quick smile, tip of the head and a wave in between sweeps. She knew Krystal only a bit less well than Diego, but she was easy enough to get along with that the two were on a solid path to friendship.

    As the day went on, Diego and Krystal inevitably cleared out of the shop, and with the students of the town on to more youthful activities than hanging around in a bread shop, business returned to its usual crawl. If she was to be at all honest, Louise couldn't complain. A few familiar faces at the beginning to get her energy up, an easy pace throughout the day, and friends to go spend her time with afterwards. What was there to be improved? The being-with-friends bit, apparently, seeing as when Diego and Krystal showed up, they were carrying with them the most adorable thing - a plush sheep doll! It had apparently been a nigh-spontaneous gift from Diego, and she had given him an equally spontaneous hug, saving a slightly smaller one for Krystal. Set in high spirits, most of the rest of the night had been a fun round of silly board games and idle chatter, the kind of thing that seemed the most relaxing after the end of their school year.

    Because of her meeting with Diego and Krystal, Louise didn't arrive home until late that evening. Having already explained the evening's plan to her parents after her shift had ended, Louise gave a quick hello before disappearing into her room. Dropping her school bag at the foot of her desk, she threw off the bow ribbon from her uniform, kicked off her shoes, and flopped down onto her bed, still smiling and hugging the yet-unnamed sheep. Today had been a good day, albeit a tiring one... how late was it, even? Louise flicked her eyes from her simple bookshelf to the single scratch in the lavender wall paint to the alarm clock on her desk nearby. 23:41, or so it claimed. Just short of midnight - about now she would usually either be reading or just going to sleep. Louise rolled back over and drew a pale blue nightshirt from her dresser and began changing. As tempting as it sounded, the next chapter of Kanon would have to wait a bit longer. Right now, she would only doze off in the midst of it.

    ...

    Maybe just a few pages.


    ?????
    Unknown Time


    Dark. It was terribly, overwhelmingly dark. Not as if someone had shut out the lights, but as if there was no light in the first place. Whether there might be something hiding in the darkness, or if this world was truly empty, it was impossible to know.

    All she could do was keep moving forward.

    That was how to get through anything, really. Lost in some foreign world, a strange and dark place, you just keep on walking. Eventually you'll find something that makes sense, and you can build from there, and then things weren't so scary. That's how it usually went, anyway.

    But not here. Whether she had been walking for the hour that it seemed or it had been only minutes, she was getting nowhere. Even in this infinite, empty span with no landmarks to speak of (and no one to speak of them with), she could still get the distinct feeling that she was going nowhere. Wandering, traveling without a possible destination. Trapped in the open. Not the faintest indication of escape. Feeling the futility of her actions, she turned sharply and ran in another direction entirely.

    As her gaze swept around, it suddenly became that the void was not so empty. There was, in the same space as her, a man. She could hardly tell if he was near or far, but she ran toward him as a lifeline, even as the man began to stroll away. Sprinting now, she called out to him.

    "Attendez-vous!"

    The man stopped and turned around, just close enough now for her to make out his features. A lush velvet suit, long walnut hair, and a face hidden behind a butterfly mask. A complete unknown - he gave the air of wisdom attained through age, yet at the same time seemed eternally young. His mask caught in a smile, the man simply looked toward her and said a few words of assurance in a supple, calming tone:

    "Fear not, young one. For the greatest power lies within...."

    At these words, the legs gave out beneath her. Whatever floor had been holding her up in this void was now gone, sending her toppling downward. Helpless, she threw her arms out in front of her, to no avail. There was no bottom to her plunge. She would only keep going.

    Tumbling... falling...


    Strange Cavern
    Unknown Time


    The next thing Louise became aware of was the sand in her mouth.

    Immediately, she threw herself into a sitting position and spit it out, brushing even more from her face and front. From that empty place to... a beach? No, it seemed a bit dark and cold for that, especially if she was still dreaming. Louise snapped her attention around, taking a quick inventory of her surroundings. She had ended up in a small cave, not very deep and very near a beach, going by the sandy floor and the sound of the pulsing waves that she could hear even from where she was. She could spot the cave mouth from here - less than two meters wide, and with two barriers of rock revolving about it, as if by some strange magic. But that was impossible... a dream, then? Yet she was in her nightshirt and shorts, and thinking clearly, and there were a scant few others around her, just as barely conscious as she was. Using an old trick, she pinched herself in the arm. It smarted a bit and turned pinkish. No overreaction, but she still definitely felt it. So this was real? Had she been kidnapped in the night and dropped off in some strange cove? And to what end?

    "Qu'est-ce que ce lieu?"

    She looked around again, this time at the four others with her. There were four including herself, among them two boys, one tall and athletic and the other ghastly thin, and a tidy Asian girl. She definitely recognized the girls from school, though she could not quite put a name to her, and the other two seemed similarly familiar. And the other one there was... Leo? Yes, it was definitely him. So, other students had been taken with her... but why would someone just leave them at a beach? For that matter, how had they all slept through their own kidnapping, especially given where they were. A beach, of all places - Misty Springs was in the mountains, quite some distance from the sea. What was the meaning of this? And she was still baffled by the stone, moving by its own accord near the entrance. It seemed far too elaborate to be set up in a largely-abandoned cove.

    Still on her knees, Louise turned to the others. Though they seemed as confused as she was, she still had to ask - "Quelle est- what is this cave?" Then, bringing herself to her feet, she continued to eye the cave mouth. As strange as this place was, they had no idea what lay outside. Was it even safe to leave? Or were their captors right outside? Either way, she did not feel it save to leave alone, hesitating with one hand against the rock wall.
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    XVI - Alistair Blake
    Mysterious Seashore, ?
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    In response to Alistair's cry, a girl emerged from the mists, blonde-haired, with blue-gray eyes, attractive in a pale sort of way. He felt a stab of relief, at least he wasn't surrounded by enemies.

    "I'm not alone, huh? How'd we get here anyway? My name's Jannike...or Janna if you'd like. And you are?" she asked.

    "Alistair... Alistair Blake," he said. "As for how we got here... no idea. I was chasing a butterfly... there was this man there smiling at me... and then I was just here." He paused, gazing around. His hand fell to one of the weapons stuck in the sand, a sword, with intricate patterns running across the blade. He looked more closely, taking in the intricate coils of rose plants patterned onto the sword. Somehow it felt reassuring to hold the weapon at the ready, with the way it fit snugly into his grip. He had never so much as touched a sword before and yet somehow he knew this weapon, as though it were a part of him.

    "I guess we should see about those other people," he said softly, gripping the sword's hilt tightly. "See if they're as friendly as you are." He smiled slightly to Jannike. "You should probably find a sword or something, in case they're not." But beyond the problem of the silhouettes in the mist, he couldn't help but glance up at the monolithic citadel crowning the island. Who lived there? What was this place to begin with? And if whoever lived on this strange place found them... would they receive help and a warm welcome, or just a cold sword through the chest?

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    IX - Matthew Clark
    Field of Blades, ?
    ?


    He groaned, eyes opening, and he stared into ashen sand. With a groan, Matt rose, gazing out over the dark land. He stood in what seemed to be a desert of dark, volcanic and, with various weapons stabbed into the ground, swords, spears, axes and more. Nearby were three people, a young man of Hispanic origin, a white-haired girl, and an older woman with copper-colored hair.

    "Hey," Matt called out. "Who are you? What... what is this place? How did we get here?" He was trying to figure it out himself already, but this place just didn't conform to anything he knew. Was it Hades? The greyness... the darkness... and yet there were no shades of the dead. He dredged through every mythical underworld and otherworld he knew, and found nothing. Sheol, Gehenna, Hel, the Duat... no matter how many he thought of, nothing seemed to fit.

    The wind blew soundlessly all of a sudden, and the mist began to clear. From the mists it appeared, a cold blue light, and Matt watched awestruck as they emerged, towers and spires. The citadel rose from the mist, bone white, cast in an icy blue by the radiance emanating from that highest tower. And yet for all its majesty, the place seemed dead. There were no voices, no bustling crowds, no people at all. Just what was this place?
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    III – Krystal Storm
    Misty Springs, Krystal’s House
    7-20-12
    Evening

    “…And so, after Prince Jason slayed the mighty dragon at last, he rescued Princess Mia and they all lived happily ever after. The end.” Krystal finished, closing the worn book on her lap as she sat upon the bed. She glanced down at the young girl lying still beside her on the mattress. Breathing softly, May’s eyes were closed; face peaceful in sleep as she hugged a stuffed teddy bear in a tight embrace.

    Taking that as a sign that she could now leave, Krystal tucked May securely under the covers before kissing her on the forehead. “Night, sweetie.” She whispered, sweeping the girl’s bangs to the side and turning off the lamp on the nearby nightstand. Then she silently left the room, pausing only to close the door behind her.

    Once reaching the dark confines of her bedroom, Krystal slid under the covers, eyes unblinking as she stared at the invisible ceiling above her to reflect on the events of the day. It had gone pretty well she figured. Despite the fact she had been a bit late getting to the bakery, Diego hadn’t seemed to mind at all, if anything he seemed happy, even unexpectedly giving her a hug once she arrived. It had been a…surprise to say the least.

    She couldn’t help but blush as she recalled that long moment. Her stomach had fluttered at the sensation of his arms around her and she couldn’t help but remember how he had smelled. It had been a fruity scent which she could only identify as being that of fresh oranges, or even tangerines. He had been so warm, so sturdy that Krystal had felt a brief tang of loss once he pulled back…

    For a reason she couldn’t seem to fathom, that bothered her.

    But why exactly? It never once happened before. Diego was normally quite friendly anyway, so it shouldn’t have surprised her so much when he suddenly hugged her..right? Krystal had known him for almost the two years since she had moved to Misty Springs with her family and once meeting him as a new student in the hallways of the high school, it hadn’t taken long for them to become friends. After that encounter they had begun to hang out pretty frequently, helping each other with homework, playing video games, even taking walks. As reserved as she was at times, she knew he had become her best friend.

    So why was she even feeling this way?

    Feeling a headache coming on, Krystal shook her head, refusing to think about it anymore. Diego was simply being his regular self, and that was that.

    Other than that brief moment in the bakery, the rest of the day went by fast. Krystal had helped May pick out something to eat, and afterwards Diego had asked her if Louise could tag along with them to his house. Being nice as usual, she had said yes. When they had all arrived at his house, they passed most of the time talking and playing a few board games that even kept May entertained for a while. Krystal enjoyed it as much as the others did and was glad to be a part of it. She hadn’t gotten to talk to Louise much before, so it was nice to get to know her a little better. The trio all agreed that they should get together again sometime during the summer.

    Krystal yawned, feeling her eyes suddenly grow heavy. She curled up on her side, drifting off the moment she closed her eyes…

    ???

    All around Krystal there was nothing, No color. No shapes. No voices. Just…nothing. The silence was almost palpable. Everywhere she looked there was never-ending darkness, a void expanding in all directions. She was wearing her normal clothes, and although she couldn’t see it, there was something solid beneath her feet.

    Where am I? She thought, looking around, feeling as blind as a bat. Is this a dream?

    Something blue fluttered past her vision. Turning her head sharply, she braced herself for whatever it might be, but visibly relaxed once she realized that it was just a butterfly. A insect that was a beacon in the darkness. Having a mind of their own, Krystal felt her legs follow the creature down an unseen path.

    Then the floor shattered beneath her, and suddenly, she was falling.

    A scream threatened to erupt from Krystal’s lips as the darkness devoured her. Blindly her hands searched for something to solid grab onto, but there was nothing but air touching her fingertips. She was about to close her eyes, imagining something happy as she fell through eternity, until she looked above her.

    From the darkness itself came the faint outline of a man dressed in a suit and butterfly mask. He smiled, saying nothing, but the action seemed to silently say: Relax, child. All will be well. Trust me.

    Krystal hadn’t even managed to blink before everything went dark.

    III – Krystal Storm
    Group III- Field of Blades
    The Witching Hour

    Upon coming to Krystal suddenly found herself lying in sand. She stood up rather clumsily, running a hand through white tresses as she glanced at her surroundings. All around her the ground was made up of ashen colored sand and rock, with all sorts of medieval weapons stabbing deep into the earth. It was a total desert...

    She frowned. What was this place?

    Deciding to look around further, she took a random direction to start walking, her feet making crunching noises in the sand. Within moments she noticed what looked like three other people, but being unable to distinguish their features she carefully made her way to the one which was nearby. Upon further inspection she saw that it was a young man that looked to be in his early twenties, looking into the horizon…

    “Um…hello…sir?” Krystal said tentatively, now about a yard away from the man. When he didn’t respond, she followed his gaze….and gasped. “What…what on earth…?”
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    XIX & V Leonardo Silverstone & Lillian Silverstone
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    July 20th 2012 9:30 PM


    "Hey Lil, what'cha doin'?" Leo asked as he leaned over his sister's shoulder while she sat at a computer, typing at a rapid pace.

    "Finalizing my plans for world domination." Lilly deadpanned. "Now, go away before I have one of the many robot armies under my control kill you when I achieve it."

    Leo just ignored her comment, and looked at what was on the screen. "Who's Mon1010?"

    "A guy I RP with, does it really matter?"

    "You don't know who this Mon1010 person is. For all you know, he could be some kind of pedophile, looking for victims."

    "I bet his older brother is saying the same thing about me right now... Seriously, not everyone on the internet is a pedophile, I can attest to that."

    Leo tilted his head slightly, and sighed. "I don't get why you can be friendly to your internet friends, but not make real ones."

    "Not all of us are like you. Dealing with people online is easier for me than dealing with them in real life. It's just hard to explain. Why does this concern you so much?"

    He put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm just worried about you, that's all... Anyway, I'mma start getting ready for bed. Don't forget, mom want's you in bed by 10."

    Lilly took her eyes off the monitor to glare at her brother. "I'll be fine don't worry." Then returned to what she was doing. "Good night."

    "Night!"
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    Leo's room, 10 PM


    Leo had changed into his pajamas, which basically consisted of nothing more than a pair of red boxers. He stretched out his arms, and yawned loudly. It had been a busy day, and he was ready for it to be Saturday already. He just needed one last thing. He pulled a old, fluffy, brown plush bear from one of his shelves. He had the thing since he was a little kid, and he went to sleep with it every night. He didn't necessarily need it to sleep, but he liked having something to cuddle. "Hey Teddy! How was your day?" Leo asked the stuffed animal. Of course, he knew it wasn't going to answer. He just nodded and said, "Good to know!" Then he went into bed, bear cuddled in his arms, pulled the sheets over himself, and went to sleep.
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    The next thing Leo knew, he was surrounded by black. It wasn't dark, because he could still see himself, there was just, nothing. Somehow, he was dressed in his usual outfit.

    Eh? was his only thought as he took everything in, not really sure what to make of it. Then, a butterfly made out of blue light fluttered passed him. Seeing as it was the only thing here, he was compelled to follow it. Hopefully, it would lead to some type of answer about what was happening. "Wait, come back! What's going on here?!" After chasing the butterfly for a quick moment, the ground beneath him seemed to give way, and he fell through, falling into nothingness. For a quick minute, he saw the image of a man in a suit with a blue butterfly mask smiling at him. Then, everything faded.

    Strange Beach
    ???


    When Leo opened his eyes again, he saw that everything changed completely. He stood up, dusted the sand that was on him, and took a look at his surroundings. He looked to be in some type of cave, with sand in it. He could also hear the sound of ocean waves from where he was, that probably meant there was a beach nearby. Upon coming to that realization, Leo pumped his fist in the air. "Yes!" he shouted. One thing he didn't like about Misty Springs, was the lack of a Beach. He missed that about Miami, beaches were everywhere. He didn't know what was going on right now, or if this was even real, he was going to take advantage of this. He ran towards the cave's exit, or... at least, tried to. He was stopped by two barriers of rock revolving around the mouth of the cave, as if by magic. He really didn't want to get hit by a flying boulder. "Hm...this has got to be a dream." he thought."And because I know that this is a dream, I should be able to control it, which means I can sprout wings and fly!" He waited for a few seconds, but no such thing happened. "Darn!"

    Something else caught his attention, there were other people in the cave with him. A couple of them he recognized, there was Louise, who he recognized from the bakery, and he knew through Diego. She looked paniced. Then there was Nadoka, whom he had seen tutoring other students at school. He didn't know that well himself, but Lilly sometimes spoke of her. There were also two other guys that Leo wasn't quite familiar with. He wodered why exactly he'd be dreaming about them, and he was starting to suspect this was more than a mere dream. He figured he may as well talk to someone, standing around here thinking wasn't going to accomplish anything.

    "Alright, does anyone know what's happening here? I thought this might be a dream, but things seem way too real..."
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    XIII. Jannike Mortensen
    Mysterious Seashore


    "Alistair... Alistair Blake. As for how we got here... no idea. I was chasing a butterfly... there was this man there smiling at me... and then I was just here." The boy replied. Jannike tried to suppress a smirk.

    Hot name for such a hot guy, huh? Yeeeaaah.

    "I guess we should see about those other people. See if they're as friendly as you are. You should probably find a sword or something, in case they're not." He continued, grinning slightly. Jannike took one glance at the sword Alistair just picked up. Its blade was dark, with a pattern engraved on the blade, though it was too dark to really tell what it was. She looked around the beach at the scattered weapons. Swords, bows, spears...all kinds of them. One of them caught her eye however. It was a dark metal scythe, not so far from where she was. Its handle was long and sleek and its dark blade had a wicked curve, its lower edge colored a very dark violet in contrast to the black of everything else. A skull decorated the part where the handle and the blade met, and a few black chains hung from there.

    Jannike walked over to it and picked it up, holding it in her hands. It was as tall as she was, but she somehow felt comfortable holding the scythe. Like it was just made for her. She liked it, she definitely liked it a lot. She then headed back to Alistair.

    "You know what? Same fucking thing happened to me too, handsome. Did the man wear a suit and a mask? I'm sure as hell that was the kind of man I saw. As for them, we'll find out soon enough if those peeps are perfectly nice or assholes." She said to him as she looked over at the silhouettes again, unable to see their faces as they were rather distant.

    "Besides, if in case they're assholes, we have these. Though I must say based on my hunch...perhaps it's a 50-50 chance so far." She continued, motioning to the weapons they held with her free hand.



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    VI- Carina
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    In the end, dinner was great and she'd gotten supplies for banana splits: bananas (even though some were at home), vanilla ice cream, chocolate ice cream, maraschino cherries, hot fudge sauce, and (after checking with her Mom) sugar sprinkles. Not only did it make for a good dessert tonight, but it gave supplies for good snacks later on in the week. Thinking ahead was the way to go. Plus, ice cream was awesome. So the day got better again.

    But only for a little while. “Carina, I heard back from your father,” her Mom said when night had fallen and things got quiet. “He is going to come here to Misty Springs to visit with you for a couple of weeks.”

    That... she had mixed feelings about seeing her father in person, a hopeful flutter of happiness and a solid smack of dread. “Is he?” she said, quieter than usual. “When?”

    “He didn't tell me a date, but I think sometime soon,” she said. Then she came up and squeezed her arm. “Don't let him push you into being someone you're not. Only you can decide on who you are.”

    She sighed. “Thanks, Mom. I hope I can make him see things my way.”

    “He's always been so self-righteous, even before he got religion into his head.” Her mother shook her head “I certainly hope he's not going to try reuniting with me. I don't mind him trying to connect with you now, but if it makes you unhappy, then I'll cut him off again.”

    “We'll give him a chance,” Carina agreed.

    But ever since her father had first called three months back, he'd been causing her to doubt things. For one thing, Carina hadn't been born a girl. But she had made up her mind years ago that she identified herself better as a girl and that's who she was, no matter what biology said. She had been so certain about it too. However, she'd also always wished her father was around. She didn't know why her parents were separated, except that she knew they'd never been married.

    Then he came back and insisted that it was wrong for her to be acting as a girl. Anyone else she might have been able to deal with. But he wasn't bullying or condemning her for it. He just seemed to be genuinely concerned about her well-being, saying that she shouldn't go against what was natural for her. While she had thought being a girl was natural, the way her father put it made her doubt that.

    What would her life had been like if he'd been around instead, and she'd been living as a boy? She had wondered about the first part of that for a long time. Now the second part had her wondering about even more. Was Carina who she really was?

    ???

    She'd gone into an uneasy sleep, but in her dreams found herself walking around a lavish flower garden. It was the kind of place one would expect to find at a fantasy castle: sparkling fountains and streams with elegant fish, lush exotic flowers filling their air with their beautiful scents, jeweled statues, silver and gold benches, a large full moon shimmering overhead. While she wasn't sure what brought on this dream (or how she knew it was a dream), it was a welcome relaxing moment.

    Leaning over the edge of one of the fountains, she thought of not thinking and just feeling this dream... and she noticed something about her reflection. Puzzled, she brushed her brown hair aside and leaned over closer. Then she patted her chest.

    “I have boobs!” she said, shocked for a moment. Then she grinned. “Well it's not like they're much, barely even an A-cup. And I think I still have boy parts down... yeah. Well, I'll take what I can get. It's a dream after all.” Carina laughed and checked over the outfit she was wearing.

    Since she liked fashion (if unusual styles for this part of the world), she didn't have any particular outfit that she felt was most like her. But if there was a signature look for her, then this would make a marvelous one. It was so... girly, and cute! She had a white frilled top that had a low neckline and a bottom hem that ended before her ribcage did; both sleeves were slim down to her elbows, but then one ended there in a dark pink ribbon trim with rosettes while the other became loose down to her wrist, where it had the same trim. A larger red ribbon rosette was attached to the center of the top. To finish it off, she had a white mini-skirt with more of that dark rose pink trim, a flower headband with poppies and roses, a belt that had a large cluster of pink, red, and white flowers (which nicely hid signs of masculinity), and matching knee-high boots.

    “Man, if I had the body to wear this, I would,” she said. “Might need to work on my sewing skills to make this sometime. Or at least a version I could wear.”

    She went to glance in the fountain again to hopefully remember this, but in the way of dreams it had disappeared. So had the entire garden. Now, she was standing in utter blackness, nothing about her. When she took a step, there wasn't even a sound.

    “Aw, where'd that garden go?” Carina asked, turning and looking around. She caught a glimpse of blue flitting about. Coming closer to it, she saw that it was a butterfly. Butterflies liked flowers and it might be able to smell out the garden. So she continued walking up to it. “Oh Mr. Butterfly!” she called in a sing-song voice. “Where'd the garden go?”

    It kept on flying and she soon found herself running to catch up to it. Was it some sort of supersonic butterfly? Hey, it was a dream and anything was possible. Including going straight from running in one direction to falling in that direction. It was a dream, after all. Just so long as she didn't end up falling out of bed (she was too old for that).

    Then there was a moment where she caught sight of a man, dressed in a dark violet suit and a butterfly-like mask. He smiled and seemed to be standing there, keeping up with her even though she was falling. Keep your hopes up, and don't worry. It will all turn out for the best.

    -+-

    Sea shore

    The next thing Carina knew, she was on a sandy beach. Something had clamped onto her left arm. A sword was stuck into the sand next to here and familiar white mists hung in the air. The sound of ocean waves sounded nearby. Ocean? She sat up and saw dark waves lapping up on the pale sands of the beach the dream had led her to. While it was pretty, it wasn't the same as the romantic moonlit garden.

    Looking at her arm, she found that a round shield had attached itself to her for some reason. While it did nicely latch onto the arm with the short sleeve, it was an odd contrast to her outfit. It was plain gray metal shield, nothing feminine about it. Possibly practical if she got into a fight. But, why fight?

    She heard someone call out into the mist, and someone else answered. The first was Alistair, a fellow student at school that she recognized more for being a nice waiter at the cafe. The second was Jenna, another senior who was said to frequent the lone bar in town, and who had gotten kicked out of prom for sneaking alcohol in. Like her Mom said, at that kind of event, somebody would try something silly like spiking the punch. Thankfully the school officials weren't going to allow that. They seemed cautious here, wondering who else was around and what that man with the butterfly mask was up to.

    But, why worry? It was a dream and the worst that could happen was a nightmare. And those could be waken up from. Besides, it wasn't like in the waking world, Carina got a free chance to be a girl physically, even if only halfway. The thought of that, and their caution, and the inexplicable shield, it all caused her to giggle. She flopped back onto the sand. “Take a sword?” she thought aloud. “Oh dear. I dunno why you two decided to show up in my dreams, but chill out. What could happen? It's not like some freakish monsters are going to come out of the ocean there, intent on stealing our hearts or something.” Then she laughed at the idea.
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    XI- Alyssa H. Lovelock
    Third Group- Blade Beach
    Time: Unkown


    "Hey Alyssa, it's Diego. Sorry, I don't know what is going on, but I have a gut feeling there is more than the two of us involved..." Diego turned, and then looked at her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. He was a good friend of her brothers, so she remembers him well

    His eyes were filled with concern.

    "You all right?" Diego asked her. He seemed to be concerned about her, maybe because of how she was just after what happened.

    She was about to respond as he mist cleared, and a citadel emerged, she just looked there, shocked. She quickly shook her head and threw the halberd aside, which landed about a good ten feet away from her. She then looked towards the sky, and she softened her voice

    "I'm fine, just fine... This place, I hear... Requiems, like this place is an Eldricth Location.... The soft lull that will cast us astray, I'm oblivious..." She told him as she saw a young, white-haired girl talking to a guy who was staring out into the distance. She walked over to them, as she regained her stature. She felt like she needed to protect them, she felt harm was coming.

    "Everyone, stay close, I have a feeling something bad will happen!" She yelled as she went to pick a sword up. She then looked around, watching guard of her 'children.'

    It's that same feeling I had as when I walked into that place that day... Something bad will happen, but I can protect them, I wont let innocents die at my hands... No matter the cost! I might be a cripple of the girl I was, but that doesn't mean... I haven't lost this feeling to protect them, like I did for my brother when he was still alive... And I fear that we might not leave this place alive, but who knows, maybe we will...

    My humanity will corrode away... Until I'm just a monster...

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    XV: Ian Blackwood
    Cave: ?
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    I was startled out of my thoughts by someone saying something in a language I thought was French. I turned, taking in the other people in the cave for a moment.

    I didn’t recognize any of them, something that didn’t surprise me. All of them looked to be high school aged, and seeing as how I graduated already, and I tried to avoid everyone in the town. Of course that raised the question of what this place was, and if these people were from town. However, I had a feeling this was not a dream or some such, especially with that stuff right before hand.

    "Alright, does anyone know what's happening here? I thought this might be a dream, but things seem way too real..." One of the other people asked. I paused, before standing up, and moving over get a better look at the guy who had spoken.


    “Well, I would say we are in a cave somewhere, and near a beach. Beyond that….no bloody clue.” I replied, sarcastically. “Considering everything, I highly doubt we are dreaming.” With a shrug, I looked around the cave. Bored I examined the others. Only one of them really caught my attention. Still, I wasn’t in a talking mood, so I didn’t say anything beyond waiting for the guy I had snarked at to respond to my remark. He didn’t look like to the type to really do anything about it, sadly.
    Take a moment to consider just how nothing nothing really is....If you understand this, then you just solved the universe.

    The truth that each person...each soul...is a book. And when we lay our feelings out in the open...and we give them no name...and we give them no author....and we give them no description.....who will actually read them..........?"

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    I- Diego Vendrix
    Group III- Field of Blades
    The Witching Hour

    "I'm fine, just fine... This place, I hear... Requiems, like this place is an Eldricth Location.... The soft lull that will cast us astray, I'm oblivious..." Alyssa told him as she stared at something in the distance. Diego gulped as he held his claymore read.

    "Everyone, stay close, I have a feeling something bad will happen!" She yelled as she went to pick a sword up.

    Diego then saw someone in the distance. "I see someone," Diego said as he saw it was Krystal. "It's Krystal! Come on," Diego said as he held her hand and pulled her along. Diego then hugged Krystal. "Happy you're all right. Something weird is going on here," Diego told her before he looked around.

    He tightened his grip on the claymore.

    "It isn't good news," Diego said as he began to look around. There was something about to go to down.

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    OOC: Can't finish Dani’s part before school, so here’s Cessy for now. Will get to writing hers once I get home.

    XII – Cesaire Moreau
    His own room, late evening
    Misty Springs


    Cesaire opened the door to his room and dragged himself inside, throwing his bag somewhere in the corner of his room before collapsing on his bed. Who knew getting tutored could be so… tiring? And he swore, if he was presented with one more piece of watermelon, he would scream. Then again, he had been the one to seek Nodoka out for help, so it was pretty much his own fault. Oh well. At least now he had a better chance to pass that make-up exam and finally get out of school in order to move on with his boring, meaningless life.

    He turned to stare out of the window. Though there were rain clouds visible in the distance, the night was beautiful, beckoning. If only he had had the energy to move his ass from bed, he would have most likely stridden right outside for a walk. Even with rain, nighttime was always so beautiful. No annoying humans anywhere in sight, no loud sounds or bright colors or anything else that might cause him a migraine. It was calm, cold, and sometimes the mist the town had gotten its name from made everything seem very eerie. As things were though, he figured he’d pass this time around; he didn’t have the energy to walk when his head was stuffed with information and his stomach with watermelon.

    Still, though he was tired, he wasn’t particularly sleepy. He needed something to pass the time with, especially since this was usually the time he was the most active. He often slept during afternoons or slept in late during mornings. Probably explained why he was late or completely absent from school so often.

    Either way, crawling to the other side of his bed, Cesaire fished his laptop from his nightstand. He placed it on top of his pillow and slumped on his stomach as he opened up a browser. He might as well check if someone had replied to the thread. See, some time ago he had discovered something called roleplaying. It was a silly way to pass time, really, but he found it working. Pretending to be someone else, pretending life mattered was actually fun, in a way. And he liked killing off his characters in a multitude of ways. What should he use this time, he wondered? A sledgehammer to the face? It was classic, but overdone. He needed something a bit more out of the norm, something more stimulating and unique.

    “Damn, my stomach still hurts… Maybe I should kill him off with some fruit too?” Cesaire mused to himself, leaning on his fist as his thoughts trailed off and his imagination took over. And, only a few minutes later Cesaire’s head had already slumped down on the keyboard, the screen illuminating his sleeping form, the thoughts of death having lulled him in deep slumber.


    ???

    Now isn’t this strange.

    Cesaire looked around, but all that greeted him in each and every direction was darkness, seeming to go on forever. He wasn’t standing, but neither did he sit or lay; he was floating, not really sure which way was up and which down. He wasn’t sure if he moved or stayed still – nothing in his surroundings gave it away, that was for sure.

    The man attempted to bring his hand to touch his face, but though he could feel his hand move, he didn’t feel it make contact with anything. He tried to kick his leg with another, but again he felt no impact. He could feel his bodyparts move, but they seemed unable to touch each other. Everything went right through him. It was the strangest feeling, unlike anything he had felt before, and before long a question popped into his mind, refusing to leave.

    Was this what it felt like to die? Rather, was he dead right now?

    After that thought crossed his mind, Cesaire’s curiosity sparked. This wasn’t boring, empty space stretching on forever anymore, no, if this really was his death, he’d need to make the best of it. He’d need to find out all the secrets and reasons regarding it right now or he’d forever miss his chance. Yes, he had to move, his curiosity dictated so.

    Still not sure which way was up Cesaire started to move his legs. He knew they moved, but he didn’t feel solid ground, so he had no idea if he was actually walking or just swinging his feet up in the air like an idiot. Whichever the case, it didn’t matter after long; he had only taken a few ‘steps’ when something fluttered past him. He didn’t feel it move, but he could see the light it emitted. It was blue, ethereal, and it made him spin around in an instant. It was a completely blue butterfly. Cesaire blinked, approaching it carefully. Was this Death itself? He reached out to it, but before his fingers could even graze its wings he felt himself falling. Just… falling, the butterfly growing more and more distant every second.

    He’d fall straight down all the way to Hell, wouldn’t he? Damn, he knew he should’ve worn a cross or something.

    And then, suddenly, someone stood there, constantly at this side despite the fall. Cesaire turned his head. A man with a butterfly mask and a calm, reassuring look on his face. What the hell? The Devil was a lot more… uh, metro than he had expected.

    “Are you-“

    Everything will be okay.

    That was the last Cesaire heard before his back hit the ground and the darkness around him shattered.


    Group II – Cavern

    Cesaire was a bit out of it for a while. He could hear sounds in the distance; the waves of the sea, and the speech of some people in the distance. Since he didn’t particularly care for water, he focused his attention on the words instead. Words that sounded so… familiar, yet so odd. And then he realized. French. Someone spoke French. It had been such a long time… was he back home? Back home in France? Or did he just happen to stumble across another Frenchman – woman down in Hell?

    He shifted, feeling a rock underneath his back. It was cold. And there was sand… up his pants. Ugh.

    Cesaire tucked himself to sit, dusting sand off his clothes and hair as he looked around. He seemed to be deep inside a cave. He could see people moving near the cave’s entrance, so it seemed like he wasn’t alone. Damn, Hell looked nothing like it was depicted as in modern media. His curiosity was sparked though. Doubly so when he realized the exit was blocked by a few magical stones or something. He wasn't sure if he was really dead - something in the back of his mind found the mere idea ridiculous - but for now he assumed he was. He rarely dreamed, and when he did his dreams were nothing like this. So until proven otherwise, this was Hell.

    As he stood up completely, still partly shrouded in darkness, he started to take a better look at the people he was locked inside the cave with. The first one he noticed was his tutor, Nodoka, still unconscious. Wait, so she had died too? Could it really be the watermelon?

    Totally called it.

    There were two other guys present as well. Cesaire didn’t know them, but he had seen them every now and again around town during his two years' stay. He had peered through their windows at night. The other one had a pretty neat sneak as a pet, as well as a rabbit with… red eyes. It wasn’t an albino, so the red eyes probably indicated it carried a disease. The other guy slept in his underwear. Red boxers. Hm. Seemed like he knew nothing that could be of use…

    The last person there was a girl supporting herself against the wall. She liked to read before she went to bed sometime before midnight. Slept in nightshirt and shorts. Cesaire hadn’t really talked to her either though. Apparently, she was the one who had spoken French earlier. The voice had been feminine, and Nodoka was still out of it. For a short moment he contemplated walking up to her and informing her of his nationality as well, but another look at his unconscious tutor made him change his mind. Much as he'd like to get to speak French after so long, checking whether the Japanese girl was alright was probably the most urgent thing right now.

    'Sides, he wanted to gloat.

    So, he stalked from the darkness of the cave, ignoring the two guys having a conversation in favor of kneeling next to Nodoka. He leaned over her, the two's foreheads almost touching and started tapping her cheek.

    “Hey. Hey teach, wake up,” he was shaking her shoulder now, “I was right you know. I think your watermelon really did kill us.”
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    XVIII - Aika Ichigawa
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    The strange human-like figure started to move. It started to stand up, and immediately after that Aika made a note about its appearance, tracing adjectives into Dolly's arm and silently mouthing everything she could observe. It appeared he had some device on his arm... what was it called again? Either way, it was used for some card game she had heard of before, maybe in middle school. Yu-Gi.... something. By the time she was finished, she noticed a group of sticks to the left of where the human figure appeared. Still keeping her eyes on the figure, she slowly made her way to the group of sticks... only to find that they weren't all sticks. A lot of them were sharp, pointy things that could be used to hurt someone.

    "That's interesting... Careful not to get poked, Dolly." she made a self-note as she made her wolf plushie's head nod. As she looked closer, not all of them were sharp objects. there was a sort of sickle with a chain-ball attatched to it, a mallet you might find in a magical girl anime, some thick handle jutting out of the ground (could there be something under it?), and a chakram rather firmly lodged into the ground.

    Carefully weaving her way past the chain-sickle thingy, she finally stopped in front of the mallet, the only thing that really didn't belong. Not to say that these weapons were mis-matched in the first place. "Now what exactly is this doing here...?" She was originally going to pull it out from the ground, but the moment she touched the handle; "... Not right." Just the touch of the thing made her feel weird all over. Perhaps it would've been best if she left it alone for now. Turning around, she noticed she was facing the weird chain-sickle thingy. "Kusarigama." After a bit of brain-power, she was able to recall the weapon's name. As she recalled, it was said to be developed during the-

    Her thought was interrupted when she realized the figure was rather close to her. Standing behind the kusarigama, she stared at it rather meekly until,

    "He-Hello?"

    It spoke.

    "Uwah, it speaks!" While the concept of this thing speaking was a bit starling for her, now that she had one more fact to go on, she could think a bit straighter. "Well..." she started off in a small voice. "It's dressed like a human, speaks like a human, but... It's just..." After a bit of jumbled thinking, she simply decided to accept everything as it was; symbolized by the exclamation, "That's right, this is a dream!"

    She then offered the boy (or alien, she didn't care anymore) her hand, "Aika Ichigawa. Pleasure." Without missing a beat, she then made the boy shake a rather fluffy hand. "And this here is Dolly." The boy soon introduced himself. "Drake, huh? Do you spell that with an i-k or an k-e?" "K-e, huh? Alrighty, that takes care of our introductions." As one might observe, Aika has a bit of freedom in her dreams. Because her dreams don't usually embody her as the narcoleptic she's supposed to be, she doesn't need to worry about limiting her words.

    Suddenly, she felt the urge to pull the kusarigama out of the ground. Unlike touching the magi-girl mallet earlier, doing such seemed like "the correct path" to her. As she did such, she asked out of the blue,

    "By the way, Drake, what part of my psyche are you supposed to represent?"


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    VII – Danijela “Dani” Cernik
    Her House, around midnight
    Misty Springs


    Dani swiped sweat from her brow as she turned to look at the time. The glass covering the clock’s numbers was cracked and there were both paint and oil stains splattered around its surface, but even from under all that mess Dani was just able to make out the numbers. 12:39. Woah, it was past midnight already? Damn, time flied when you were having fun.

    Standing up and wiping paint from her cheek, Dani took in her handiwork. A grey skull leaving a trail of fire, flames bursting from its eyes, its mouth twisted in a wicked grin, painted on a metallic plate as practice for her car once she got that in gear. The flames behind the skull formed letters, only legible to those who stopped to stare long enough. Of course, taking into account the speeds her baby’d be moving in once done, nobody would even be able to make out the skulls. It’d all just be a big blur of red and black. Dani grinned. She couldn’t wait. She had gotten quite a bit of work done today and even finished her practice drawing, but there was still stuff to do. She was getting sleepy though, so guess it had to wait. Wasn’t like she’d be in any kind of hurry, with summer vacation underway and all.

    So, Dani cleaned herself up, changed her clothes and kicked her door open, stretching and yawning loudly as she entered. It was just her living alone in her apartment, so she could make aaalll the noise she wanted and nobody could complain! Well, maybe the neighbors, but she ignored everything they did anyway. And if they started to get difficult, she’d just rip ‘em a new one, problem solved.

    In a minute she had already disappeared between her sheets and gathered all her cute little plushies next to her, ready to sleep. Yes, she owned plushies. Cute ones. She had a bunny rabbit and kitty-cat and a puppy. She wasn’t a plushie maniac and didn’t own tons of them, but she loved the few she had. She also had various other cutesy things spread across her otherwise dark, tomboyish room, such as a few posters of smiling kittens, because everyone liked smiling kittens and if you didn’t, fuck you. She had a baby bird as her screensaver too, contrasting highly with her pitch black laptop with a grinning devil decorating its top. Of course, if anyone had ever visited all the plushies and figurines would end up underneath her bed, the posters would be covered and her laptop stay closed for the duration of the visit. Nobody could ever know.

    With that Dani spread onto her bed as widely as she could, placed a single kitten plushie on top of her face and fell asleep, one of her legs hanging over the bed’s edge, sheets bundled and her pillow somewhere under her knee.


    ???

    Dreams rushed past with immense speeds, and any attempt to focus on any one of them was completely useless; the images changed faster than Dani could blink, and before she knew it they were all gone. All her dreams had rushed right past her, right through her, and left her alone in the middle of darkness.

    “The hell?!” Dani growled out loud. “This dream sucks!”

    She stood still for a while, waiting for something to happen. She didn’t have boring-ass dreams like this. Something was bound to happen any minute now. Maybe a meteorite’d fall and give her superpowers, or she’d find out it was this black because she was inside a secret machine trying to send people to space. Or maybe some evil organization had kidnapped her and she was at the back of a truck. She quite liked that one. She’d get to kick some imaginary bad guy ass once she got out!

    But even after a few minutes’ wait, nothing happened. There were no sounds or movement. Everything was just as boring as it had been a while ago. Fuck this dream, she wanted something else.

    Just then, her eyes caught a sight of something in the distance. It was a small, blue glow, constantly moving. It seemed to be coming towards her. Blue firefly? Eh, it was a start.

    So without a second’s delay, Dani sped towards it. As she got closer though, she realized it wasn't a firefly… but a butterfly? Aw, man, butterflies were for pussies. There didn’t seem to be anything else to do though, so Dani reached out towards it anyway, trying to catch it inside her hand. But just as her fingers wrapped around it she felt herself being yanked backwards by an invisible force. She stumbled and fell. And fell. And fell…

    She was heading downwards in a freefall, and by the time she recovered from her shock and remembered the butterfly, it was already gone from her grasp.

    “Hey, you did this, right?!" She screamed after the bug. "Get back here, you little flea, and I’ll-“

    Calm yourself.

    Dani’s eyes widened. A voice from behind. She turned, and right in front of her face she saw a man, a broken butterfly mask covering half of his face. He had a goody two-shoes smile, one that sought to reassure, but managed to only piss her off majorly. Who the hell was this condescending jerk?!

    Be at ease, everything will be revealed.

    “Get outta my face!” Dani growled and swung her arm to punch the man, only for her fall to suddenly come to an end.


    Group I – Beach

    Dani’s punch continued when she appeared on the beach, the force of her swing sending her face-first into sand. She coughed and cursed, instantly rising back up again, furious and embarrassed over her stumbling. She wiped sand from her eyes and mouth with her sleeve, only to stop mid-swipe. Wait. She had a sleeve? But she slept in a t-shirt, shirtless if it got too hot. A bit calmer simply because she was confused, she took a better look at herself. Seemed like she was wearing her usual get-up, the same she had had earlier that day; sarashi, hoodie open and hanging from her elbows, miniskirt and boots… huh. Well, guess by dream standards this wasn’t so weird, right? Except, somehow, she didn’t think she was dreaming. The sand hurt her throat and tasted like shit just the same it did in real life. Even if… it was black. Ugh, hopefully there was no oil in it.

    She looked around, noticing she was standing on a beach next to an unknown body of water. The Ocean? There were weapons scattered about, most medieval. She didn’t end up back in time or some shit, right? That only happened in sci-fi movies… right?

    It was then that she noticed silhouettes further down the beach. Tilting her head, expression stern, Dani placed her hands on her hips and wandered towards them. As she got closer the forms grew clearer, and she could make out shapes and sizes. There were two girls, and-

    YOU!” Dani bellowed at the sight of the ‘waitress’ from earlier, her finger pointed accusingly at the man as she stomped closer. “I was wondering what the fuck happened and whose brilliant idea it was to dump me here in the middle of nowhere, but now it’s clear; this is all YOUR fault!” Dani growled, not really even thinking what came out her mouth. She was just glad she got to blame someone. “God I knew I should’ve just bashed your head through the counter anyway. And what’s with that… sword?” Her furious expression changed to a slightly amused one: “Wait, are those roses?! Ahahaha, how very pretty, princess!

    She turned to the two girls present and grinned. “Well, at least prettier than these two. You two elephants came here to die or something? Sure smells like it.”

    She chuckled to herself, already a lot calmer than before. Somehow insulting people always had a pretty soothing effect for her. Now if only she could get into an actual fight... She eyed the three through, wondering if any of them'd last a second.
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    XVI - Alistair Blake
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    "You know what? Same ****ing thing happened to me too, handsome. Did the man wear a suit and a mask? I'm sure as hell that was the kind of man I saw. As for them, we'll find out soon enough if those peeps are perfectly nice or assholes." She said to him as she looked over at the silhouettes again, unable to see their faces as they were rather distant.

    "Besides, if in case they're assholes, we have these. Though I must say based on my hunch...perhaps it's a 50-50 chance so far." She continued, motioning to the weapons they held with her free hand.
    "The same man... yeah. He was wearing a suit and mask," Alistair said. "A mask shaped like a butterfly." Gripping his sword tightly, he stared at the approaching silhouettes. He glanced back to Jannike, noting the scythe she now wielded.

    One of the silhouettes burst from the mist, revealing a girl he vaguely knew, who had a shield attached to her arm. What was her name? Carina, wasn't it?

    “Oh dear. I dunno why you two decided to show up in my dreams, but chill out. What could happen? It's not like some freakish monsters are going to come out of the ocean there, intent on stealing our hearts or something.” She laughed.

    "Dream?" Alistair echoed. "Is this really just a dream?" It all seemed so real, the sword in his hand, the sand under his feet, the sound of the waves...

    He gazed up at the citadel nearby for a moment. Was this whole thing just some bizarre dream? But then why were people he barely knew at all in it?

    "YOU!"

    He knew that voice, and as he turned, he saw her approaching. The girl who had taken the sandwich from the cafe earlier. Her appearance didn't make things any more relaxing for him.

    “I was wondering what the **** happened and whose brilliant idea it was to dump me here in the middle of nowhere, but now it’s clear; this is all YOUR fault!” Dani growled, not really even thinking what came out her mouth. She was just glad she got to blame someone. “God I knew I should’ve just bashed your head through the counter anyway. And what’s with that… sword?” Her furious expression changed to a slightly amused one: “Wait, are those roses?! Ahahaha, how very pretty, princess!”
    He looked down at the blade. He hadn't even really wondered about the coiling roses on the sword. But then he turned back to her. "My fault? If anyone's responsible, it's likely the man with the butterfly mask," he said. "I assume you saw the same, seeing as Janna here did. So if anyone dumped us on this weird beach, he probably did." He paused. "I just woke up here. I don't know any more about where this is or how we got here than you do."

    There was another moment of silence. "Wherever this is," he said. "We need to stick together. Anything could be out there... anyone."

    As if on cue, the sands exploded, tentacles of shadow writhing from the grains, stitching together. The creatures emerged, something like ants but humanoid, wearing bone white masks over their 'faces'. Their carapaces gleamed with dark ichor, their jaws snapping and cracking as their talons clenched. The creatures scuttled forwards, chattering in a horrible nonsense language as they crowded around the humans.

    "What... what are these things?!" Alistair gasped. One lunged at him, and on instinct he struck. The sword pierced its mask, impaling through an eye socket into whatever lay behind. When he withdrew the blade, black ichor covered it, and the creature collapsed. "You... whatever your name is! Grab a sword or a spear or something! And all of you! Back to back! We can't let them get around us!" He backed up against Jannike, sword held at the ready. "Whatever these are... I don't think they're friendly."

    The Shadows chittered their nonsense and poured towards the humans, mandibles and talons at the ready...

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    IX - Matthew Clark
    Field of Blades, ?
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    “Um…hello…sir?” Krystal said tentatively, now about a yard away from the man. When he didn’t respond, she followed his gaze….and gasped. “What…what on earth…?”
    "I don't understand it," Matt said. "That citadel... the architecture's all over the place. You have Greek," he gestured vaguely to a part of the place, "Roman, Indian... is that Japanese?" He squinted. "What is that place?" Finally seeming to realize there was someone else there, he turned to her. "Oh... sorry. I didn't notice you. I'm Matt..."

    He paused, and as he did, the other two people swept in. He listened to their conversation idly, glancing down. Laid near his foot as though carelessly thrown was a halberd. He took it in, noting the runic designs on the blade and shaft. Norse, he recognized. Drawn by curiosity he reached down, and as he touched it, he felt a deep familiarity with the weapon. The crescent-shaped blade cutting parallel to the shaft, the spear points at the ends... he knew this halberd. Picking it up, it felt light and comfortable in his hands, as though it had been made for him.

    The others had weapons too, the woman had a sword, and the young man had found a larger sword. A claymore, he realized, looking at it more attentively.

    "I presume none of you know where we are?" he asked quietly. "I don't know this place at all. I've been to temples in Greece and Rome... Norse settlements in Scandinavia and Iceland... Hindu sacred places in India. But I've never seen anything like this. Especially not like that." He indicated the citadel. "It's like someone's taken architecture from a dozen different ancient cultures and just smashed it all together."

    He paused. "Either way, we need to see if anyone else is here. Maybe there're people living there who can help us."

    He immediately regretted saying the words as shrieks rang through the skies and the ground began to tremble. From the air descended winged fiends, with alluring female bodies and ragged angelic wings. Their faces were covered by white masks, leather straps dancing about their forms as they descended. Matt's eyes caught the talons on their hands and feet and he raised his halberd. "Everyone together! Back to back!"

    As they moved, undulating coils burst through the sand, and snake-like figures emerged, again wearing masks, their circular mouths full of jagged teeth like sharpened glass shards. They were surrounded. As the harpies descended from the skies and the snake-creatures tore through the ground, Matt felt the temptation to run. But he couldn't. He couldn't just abandon these three.

    "It'll be okay," he said. "We can fight them... I know we can..."

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    XVI - Alistair Blake
    Mysterious Seashore, ?
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    "Back... back damn it!" Alistair muttered, impaling another ant-thing through the chest with his sword. He kicked it off his blade, but the second to do so allowed one to snap its mandibles around his leg. He cried out in pain and stabbed it through the eye with the sword, limping back and kicking its corpse away. He backed up into Jannike, gasping in pain. Blood oozed from the cuts in his leg. Sensing his weakness, the ant-things mobbed towards him. He couldn't hold them all off. But if he gave out, the others would be at risk. He took a step forwards to challenge them and cried out in agony as fiery pain ripped through his injured leg. It began to give beneath him, but he forced himself to stay standing. If he fell, he would be killed.

    "Get back!" he cried out at the things, thrusting and slashing with his sword, but it was merely weak intimidation and they knew it. Their clicking nonsense grew more excited as the creatures sensed their prey was about to fall.

    He glanced back for a moment, at the others fighting with him. Was this really just a dream? Would falling and letting them die mean nothing? But their own cries and gasps as they fought just as desperately... they were so real. So vivid. And he couldn't bring himself to stop. An ant-thing lunged, and he impaled its head to the ground with a downward thrust of his sword. His knee gave and he fell, collapsing behind his sword.

    "No..." he cried through the pain. Another thing lunged at him and he took a hand from his sword and punched its mask, splitting his knuckles open. Blood ran over his hand as it was knocked back, more pain burning in him. "No... it can't... end like this..."

    "I am thou, and thou art I."

    Another one lunged and with his good leg he kicked its face, staggering it back. He tried to stand, screaming in pain and falling once more.

    "From the sea of thy soul, I come."

    "Please..." he gasped. "I... can't die here..." The creatures were preparing, preparing to lunge and devour him and kill his allies. He couldn't stop them, not so weak, not so crippled. "I can't..."

    "I am Mordred. The harbinger of calamity."

    It appeared over him, shining with a burning rose red light. He looked up, seeing the card, seeing the blazing numeral XVI. The creatures recoiled, hissing. "Please... I can't..." He groaned, using the sword to try and drag himself to his feet. With a single hand, he reached up, closing his hand around the card and crushing it.

    "Help me... please..."

    The creatures shrieked as flames exploded before them, Alistair collapsing with a howl of agony. Something flashed through the air, gleaming black and fiery red, and a creature fell, cleaved in half. A hail of blades fell amidst the monsters, impaling them on thorns of black steel. The gleaming, midnight thing sundered them with two flashing black swords, cleaving their masks and rending their bodies. Flames burst from the air, falling amidst their ranks and making them scream.

    "Who... what... are you...?" Alistair gasped.

    The figure stopped, revealing itself. Black, gleaming armor, two wing-like blades on its back. Those thorn-like swords in his hands, thorns for fingers. It turned, revealing the white-masked face and the dark golden eyes. The being said nothing. But as he met its gaze, Alistair felt a word come to him unbidden. He whispered it into the air.

    "Persona..."

    (Shadows are still there for the Seashore group. Mordred hasn't killed them all, he's just opened a breathing space on Alistair's side.)
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    XIX Leonardo "Leo" Silverstone
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    One of the other guys in the group finally answered. "Well, I would say we are in a cave somewhere, and near a beach. Beyond that... no bloody clue." He replied sarcastically. The way he answered that question reminded Leo of his sister. Fortunately, he knew how to deal with them. "Considering everything, I doubt we're dreaming."

    Leo giggled, "Well, of course I know that silly! But if we're not dreaming, then how did we get here? I know for a fact I was in bed sleeping before this. After that, there was nothing but a weird blue butterfly, I fell, a guy in a mask smiled at me, then, here I am." Then, something else caught his attention. "Does anyone else find it strange that there are weapons scattered all over the place?" For a reason Leo couldn't exactly explain, he felt compeled to pick one up. It was what appeared to be a long thin sword with a gold handle, and it was contained in a black sheath. He attached the sheath to his waist, and drew the weapon, and pointed it upward. After admiring it for a second, he put the sword away. "Yeah, if is isn't a dream, then I don't know how else to explain this."

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    When Lilly awoke, the first thing she saw was the ocean all around. She also felt sand on her, and immediately got up, and dusted the sand off. She was wearing a Red loose fitting T-shirt, with a big purple L in the middle, a pair of blue jeans, and sneakers. Something she'd usually wear, except she was certain that she wasn't wearing that when she went to bed. Her glasses were also missing, but she found that she could still see things that were far away without them. From where she was standing, she could see two other kids conversing. She recognized Drake Lune, as the two of them shared many of the same classes, but the other girl was unfamiliar to her. Then, her attention was pulled to something else. There were several weapons around, but the first one she saw was a round object buried in the sand. She picked it up, dusted the sand off, and immediately knew what it was. A Chakram, a throwing weapon that can also be used in close up fights. She knew that after having to research on weapons for an RPG, as she didn't want to use another boring sword.

    She immediately came to the conclusion that this must be some bizarre dream. There was no other explanation as to how or why, she'd be here. Figurinh she'd wake up eventually, and not really knowing what else to do, she decided to give her throwing a weapon a toss... in the direction of the other two people on the island.
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    OOC: Janna is only just about to become a senior, actually. She's been held back a year because she transferred without completing a year level. XD

    XIII. Jannike Mortensen
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    "The same man... yeah. He was wearing a suit and mask. A mask shaped like a butterfly." Alistair replied to which Jannike chuckled. It was the same guy after all.

    "Yup, it was that guy. Very pretty, kinda camp...yeah. It was him alright." She confirmed, just as another person suddenly emerged. It was a girl, almost as tall as she was, with long, light brown hair. Jannike took one look at her and realized who she was. Carina, the one she heard won Prom Queen. She looked a bit...different from how Jannike remembered her however. A little...softer, perhaps? She blinked. Maybe it was just the light...or probably the beer.

    “Oh dear. I dunno why you two decided to show up in my dreams, but chill out. What could happen? It's not like some freakish monsters are going to come out of the ocean there, intent on stealing our hearts or something.” She exclaimed. Before Jannike could answer however, another girl showed up, this time, someone she did not know at all. With her red hair, tan and bandages that wrapped around her breasts and part of her torso, Jannike did not know what to expect. There was one thing on her mind though, and it was that the stranger was quite...attractive. Jannike, though she wasn't a lesbian, still knew what a pretty girl was and looked like. Her tutor Nodoka was quite the beauty, Alyssa was certainly attractive and Carina was easily a stunner. This girl definitely joined the club in her opinion.

    “YOU! I was wondering what the fuck happened and whose brilliant idea it was to dump me here in the middle of nowhere, but now it’s clear; this is all YOUR fault! God I knew I should’ve just bashed your head through the counter anyway. And what’s with that… sword?” The girl shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Alistair. Jannike looked at one, then looked at the other. Did they have some kind of history together? Lovers' quarrel? A bad romance, maybe? This was getting pretty entertaining.

    “Wait, are those roses?! Ahahaha, how very pretty, princess!” She continued, eyeing the sword, before turning to face both Jannike and Carina.

    “Well, at least prettier than these two. You two elephants came here to die or something? Sure smells like it.” She finished, grinning. Jannike did not know whether it was wrong for her to be rather amused by this attractive girl, instead of annoyed. Elephants? What did she and Carina have in common with elephants anyway? She couldn't put a finger on it. Alistair replied, stating the man in the mask again.

    "Hey, hey. What elephants do you speak of, my lovely? These? They're nice...but not as pretty as you, love." She teased, placing her hands on her large E-cup breasts and giving them a bit of a squeeze as she laughed a bit. However, said laughter died and stopped when suddenly, the sand near them exploded, humanoid ants emerging and materializing from the grains.

    "What... what are these things?!" Alistair gasped as they scuttled forward. He instructed everyone to back up against each other before backing up Jannike, who held out her scythe, getting ready for whatever the hell those insects were.

    ****

    Jannike swung and stabbed, trying to keep the ants at as far a distance from herself as much as possible. They were pretty fast however, and a few managed to reach her. As she bent down for another swing, one of them managed to snap at her left arm, momentarily distracting her. She looked down and saw an angry, burning scar on her skin. Gritting her teeth, she looked forward and kept at it, kicking away another ant who was about to clamp her leg. The pain on her left forearm was terrible, almost unbearable and Jannike was sorely tempted to drop her weapon. She heard Alistair's moans however, and decided that she had to keep going, pain or no pain.

    "No... No... it can't... end like this..." She heard Alistair exclaim behind her, as if in agony, while she swung her scythe again, displacing and knocking back two more ants. While her weapon wasn't the fastest, she noticed that it was pretty effective at other things. She felt warmth from behind her and strangely, shrieks of agony. She took a moment to look back and caught a fleeting sight of a black-armored knight, before another sensation distracted her. She turned back to the ants and saw that one was climbing up her leg. Instinctively, she cried out as she kicked it away, before raising her scythe and hitting it right on the mask, which made the creature bleed a strange black blood and fall dead.

    Oh, so that's how it works...ow...

    Pain shot up Jannike's arm as she caught her breath. She looked at it and saw that the wound was angry and bleeding, and then looked at the remaining horde. There was still a lot more to go, and more pain to endure. Gripping her scythe tightly, she looked on at the approaching ants and swung at them, trying to keep her mind off the pain...maybe it would go away.



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    I had to admit the guy knew how to take my remarks in stride, which counted for something in my books. Of course, if given the chance, I would still blackmail him, or something, but, that wouldn’t be until later. He pulled a sword out of the ground, and admired it for a moment. Following his example, I reach down and picked up a gun that was lying around. Hefting the weapon, I settled it into a comfortable two handed grip. Satisfied the weapon felt good in my hand, I placed the gun in the pocket of my coat, and said nothing to the kid.

    A deep, twisted hiss sounded from the cave entrance, startling me. “What the hell was that?” I mumbled, somewhat concerned. “Some kind of giant snake?” The hiss came again, louder this time. I drew the gun once again, now feeling somewhat anxious.

    Something darted into the cave, and acting on an instinct, I fired at it, sending sand flying from the bullets impact point. I paused, wondering if I actually hit the thing. Cautiously I lowered the gun barrel slightly, before whipping it back up again.

    Looming in the cave entrance was the most gross prevision of a snake I had ever seen. Looming roughly four feet in height, head upright in a position often associated with cobras, head up, extra skin out to make that thing look bigger, with perhaps another dozen or so in tail length was some kind of snake. I didn’t take in much more of the appearance, and instead shot the thing in the face.

    I considered it lucky my shot struck home, since I had only held a gun twice before in my life. With slightly more time to examine the creature, I noted that it had several tails, each one bladed and looking lethally sharp. I figured those tails could probably slice a man in two with ease. Two fangs, perhaps five inches long gleamed in the corpses mouth.

    “What the devil is that?” I mumbled, moving to examine it further. The idea of such a creature repulsed me, but by the some token was to interesting to pass up. However before I got much father that three steps, more of these snake things poured into the cave, slither quickly, before rising up.

    Most of these things went after the others, but a couple of them suronded me. I fired at the first one, and missed. One of the things lunged towards me, and I rolled to the left, managing to avoid the bladed tails. However, my roll put me right in the sights of a second one, and I was diving under the tails of this snake thing trying to avoid being flayed alive. I fired the gun one handed, wounding the nearest snake thing. However, at that moment, something sliced across the back of my shoulder. Gasping, I stumbled forwards, and another tail lashed out, striking my side. I managed to avoid the next tail, and shot another one, lethally this time.

    Desperate to get away, I threw myself into an awkward back flip, and roll/flopped away from my attackers, narrowly avoiding a bladed tail.

    This corruption of what is mine annoys me.

    I flinched. “What? Who are you?” I felt another blade lash across my side, scoring deeply. The amount of blood running down my back was beginning to become alarming. If it wasn’t stopped, I was going to die from blood loss. A swish and I twisted left, unable to avoid having my forehead cut deeply.

    I am Astaroth, master of Serpents.

    Violently I threw myself away from another attack, landing on my knees. “Well don’t just talk, help me damn it!” I wasn’t sure if I shouted, or whispered. My vision was starting to blur, from the running blood, however I could see quite clearly the card hovering before me. The letters XV blazed on the surface. Despite my hazy vision, I could see one of the snake warriors tail raised. I managed to bring the gun up, centering the weapons on the things head, and lining up with the glowing XV in the middle.

    The shot ripped straight through the card, shattering it to pieces, put my shot missed by a hairs breath. The tail shot forwards, and was about to sink into my throat, when a blast of black fire rippled out from somewhere, burning it to ash. I closed my eyes, reaching up to wipe the blood off my forehead. When I opened my eyes, I could only stare at someone what had happened.

    “This is just too weird…” I mumbled, convinced I was hallucinating from blood loss. Before me was a winged man, who probably towered above me, if I was standing upright. The man paused, looking at me, before flicking his hand. Fire wrapped around me, seeming to lick at my wounds, causing me to scream in agony. However it seemed that my wounds had stopped bleeding, meaning that whatever this thing was, it has cauterized them with flames.

    Unbidden, a word came to my lips, and somehow I knew that it referred to the winged man in front of me. However, I had a better question, now that I wasn’t worried about bleeding to death.

    “What the devil is a ‘Persona’?” I mumbled.
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    XVII - Louise Henrietta DuBois
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    Louise let out a sigh. Rather than seriously answer her question or even try to resolve this (potentially life-threatening) dilemma, the boys were snipping at each other, getting nowhere. Some things never changed, even in a crazy dream land.

    That's what this had to be, of course. The stone slabs rotating around on their own power was the first tip-off, but she had just started to notice a variety of objects stuck in the ground - some poles, some blades, all weapons. Nobody that had kidnapped them would leave them a means to fight back, or with a clear means of escape... not to mention that she couldn't for the life of her think of a motive, and no person crazy enough for random abduction wouldn't be able to get them here without awaking any of them. The kidnapping theory was right out, then, and the chances that everybody here managed to sleepwalk for miles to the exact same place was essentially zero. Collective memory loss was similarly unlikely. The only explanation that made sense was that this was an incredibly vivid dream or hallucination of some sort. Leo seemed to reach the same conclusion as she did, remarking that there was really no other way to rationalize their situation. Louise sighed, stood upright and brushed the sand from her legs and shirt.

    "Yes, I have little doubt that you are correct," she agreed, nodding. "Of course, being safe anyway cannot hurt us." And in that case, it would be best to arm herself and keep with the others. Louise looked once about herself and took inventory - the snarking boys were on their feet now, Leo having collected a sword and the other boy holstering a gun of some sort. Typical boys' choices. The other girl was still less than awake, with the remaining boy trying to awake her. That needed to happen fast, given how dangerous any dream world providing weapons would have to be. Most of the weapons half-buried in the sand looked either too heavy for her, completely unorthodox, or simply felt wrong. But she at least had plenty to search through to find something useful.

    Keeping her head on a swivel, checking for anything hostile that this dream might throw at her, she sifted through a few daggers (not enough range) and an ornate bow (with no visible quiver, besides her utter lack of archery experience) before coming across a polearm that she found very much to her liking. A long, sturdy shaft with a simple knife-like blade on the end, spiked on its dull side so that it might catch anything trying to escape. The entire weapon incredibly lightweight for its size, and it even had a decorative ribbon tied at the throat. And engraved on the blade's side... "XVII"? In any case, it seemed definitely to be a good pick - a few thrusts and swings away from the others to find her balance, and she found that she could move quite quickly and fluidly with the glaive in hand.

    Holding her new weapon like a walking-staff, Louise took a calming breath and turned back to the others. "Okay, so we could become cornered if we remain-" she started, then froze in mid-sentence. As if waiting for this sentiment, a low, distorted hissing noise sounded from the cave's maw, first quietly but then growing in intensity. Everyone's attention snapped to the source, muttering such things as "what was that?" and "a snake?". Louise rotated her polearm to a two-handed grip, pointing the blade forward and widening her feet. Some sort of nightmarish lizard creature, of course. Everything that could go wrong, always did. That was how nightmares worked, of course. Then again, she usually wasn't this lucid in the meantime.

    Before anyone had even caught sight of the monster, it dashed into the room too quickly to follow. The boy immediately to her right fired his gun out of reflex, forcing it to recoil back and into the light. Louise clenched her teeth and felt her pulse race. She was being stared down by some sort of horrid, enormous snake - or some sort of living rock in the shape of one. The entire creature seemed to be hewn from stone, with multiple flicking tails and huge fangs. God, snakes were already terrifying enough without being armored by rock. And it was fast - she hardly even had time to give the monster a once-over before it was flanked by several identical rock-snakes, all of them flooding in at once. It was a very lucky thing that she had fallen asleep reading - without her glasses, she would have been completely blind and confused.

    Even fully alert, she found herself facing down two of them in a matter of seconds, one on each side of her. They seemed even larger up close - one of them came up past her chest when it reared up - with their faces hidden behind frightening masks. Her arms practically moving themselves in a panic, she swept the bladed end of her glaive horizontally, striking one across the face and knocking it into the other. Her movements awkward and jittery, she backed away from the pair slowly as they slithered upright, apparently unharmed. Worse yet, they seemed to be only enraged, shaking a collection of sharp, tails at her.

    Merde!

    In one smooth strike, the monster on the left darted at her ankle, spinning to whip its tail around. She stuck the end of her weapon in its path, forcing its tail to catch and whip around, but it still reached just far enough for two tails to hit her shin, slicing modest but stinging cuts into her leg. Louse yelped and threw the thing away from her, chopping at its nearest tail as it landed. The end came off in one clean strike, a sharp, knife-like blade lying on the sand rather than the familiar reptilian tip. Lifting her blade up just to the snake golem's head level, she thrust her weapon toward the mask on its face, landing an unsteady hit below the left eye and causing the entire creature to collapse. Then, it simply began to wither away into shadow, as if it had never been there in the first place.

    Even knowing that that she was trapped in a hallucination, Louise's mind was continuously catching up to her. Taken aback by the utter strangeness of her attackers, she stalled for just a moment. That moment was more than ample time for the second snake, which took this opportunity to wrap its body about the throat of Louise's glaive. The additional weight sent her falling on to her left side, forcing her open wound into the stinging sand. Terrified and staring the stone snake in the face, Louise attempted to throw her weapon, and the creature with it. Instead, she froze in her fright, which the cobra took as an opportunity to lunge at her throat.

    Shrieking, Louise dodged downward only out of reflex, barely enough so that her shoulder took the full force of the bite. Her shriek turned into a groan as the snake pulled itself downward, trying to tear out its claimed chunk of her body. Her hands abandoned the glaive entirely and flew to its head, trying to push the thing off of her, but it refused to budge. Even as she grappled with her attacker, in the corner of her eye, she could see yet another one approaching what could only look like easy prey. Her eyes as wide as they would open, Louise screamed out, hoping that anyone could answer her.

    "Ici! Au secours!"

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    VII – Danijela “Dani” Cernik
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    Just like Dani had expected, the waitress guy didn’t stay quiet after her little outburst. He immediately went on to defend himself and explain that they should stick together or whatever. Yeah, right. Like hanging around with defenseless losers would do her any good. She did agree on one point though; she, too, thought the strange butterfly guy had to have something to do with this all. Sure, it was fun to blame everything on Mr. Princess over there, but the truth was he didn’t seem the type to be able to set all this up. Still, the butterfly guy wasn’t here while Princess was, and she needed to blame it all on someone.

    “Alright, look Princess, -“ Dani began, arms crossed, only for one of the two girls to chime in the conversation uninvited. The second Dani saw her open her mouth she expected her to burst into a defensive rant as well, to blab on and on about how she was totally beautiful and how mean she was being and shit, but to her surprise, the girl didn’t seem at all fazed. Rather, she was…

    Groping herself. While calling her pretty.

    Flashing a thousand shades of red, Dani backpedaled away from the woman like she was the plague. What the hell was wrong with that bitch?! Wh-who did stuff like that?! Why would she call her pretty, she… nobody had ever done that. And why was she groping herself, didn’t she realize how suggestive that was?! It was like she was flirting with-

    Oh.

    Oh god.

    “S-s-stay the fuck away from me, creep!" Dani screeched, red, confused over what she should think about the whole deal. "I’m not… I’m not like that! I... I don't think- I, I mean, I haven't really tried or anything but it's just... not natural-like-”

    Damn it, that didn't sound convincing at all.

    But she couldn't help it; it was sort of nice getting a compliment. Kinda. Well, maybe, it wasn’t like she got those often, but- But no. Shit, was she blushing? This was even worse than earlier today in the café! Quick, she’d need to do something. Something to hide the embarrassment, something like… beat her to a pulp. Yeahhh, that always worked!

    Shaking her head clear Dani took a more aggressive stance, her hands curled into fists. The woman could be just fucking with her anyway. Just calling her pretty and ‘love’ in order to confuse her. Hell it if she’d let her get away with that. Get away with messing with her feelings.

    “You think you’re clever?” She spat, stomping back towards her now, cracking her knuckles and pulling her fist back once she got close enough. “Let’s see how clever you look with all your teeth up your-“

    And then the sand pretty much exploded. Grains flew everywhere, and Dani spun around in an instant.

    “What the hell, can’t you see I’m… bu… sy?” Dani’s expression fell. There were strange, humanoid ants crawling out of the sands, approaching quick. Dani’s shock didn’t last but a fleeting moment however, as annoyance was quick to take over her mind. Oh, those fuckers wanted to get in her way? Wanted a piece of her? Well, she’d be glad to provide!

    One of the ants was straight in front of her now, charging at her.

    “Stay the hell away from my face!” Dani growled, pulling her fist back and smashing it into the creature’s face. There was a cracking sound, but it wasn’t the kind Dani had anticipated. She pulled her hand away, her knuckles bleeding. Damn it. Well how about- she spun and kicked the creature this time, her boot digging itself into the creature’s face, right in the middle of the crack her punch had left behind. There was a screech as the mask shattered, and Dani grinned victoriously.

    Fuck beating up that creep. This was a lot more fun!

    There were a lot remaining, and Dani figured beating them all up with her fists and feet would take too much time. So, without really thinking she dashed forward, randomly yanking a weapon out of the sand. A baseball bat? Hell yeah!

    “Homerun, hooo!” Dani cheered as she stopped right in front of one of the creatures, swinging her bat at its chest. The monster didn’t bulge. Wait, how could it not, her punch had been at least a bit effective, so why not-

    It hit her just as the monster used the opportunity to attack back; the masks.

    Shit.

    ~

    Dani swung her bat around in an excited frenzy. She was bleeding from multiple places, her fighting tactic way too rash to take into account the possibility of injury. She didn’t mind the pain and blood though, she had beaten up so many already! Definitely more than those other losers combined. Hah! And this was so much fun, she didn’t mind if she’d have to suffer a little. The rush was worth it. Definitely worth it.

    She swiped blood from her brow and straightened, turning to look behind her where the Waitress guy and the Lesbian Creep were fighting back to back. Instantly, she grinned. Seemed like Princess over there needed some help. She chuckled but turned anyway, walking lazily towards them. She’d help the guy and get him indebted to her or something. She’d show off her power!

    Dani’s legs were a mess and her forehead and right hand were bleeding, but she didn’t even notice from all the adrenaline rushing throughout her body. She didn’t even realize she could topple over any minute now. Didn’t realize how much blood she was losing. She didn’t care; this wasn't anything new, after all.

    She hadn’t quite yet reached the two when... something strange happened, and suddenly her help wasn’t at all needed; blades fell from the sky and flames engulfed the monsters rendering them unable to do anything but wail in agony. And in the midst of it all stood a strange figure, thorns for fingers and blades for wings, with a white mask and golden eyes. It was looking at the Waitress guy like it knew him.

    Dani blinked, her excitement dying down enough to make her wince.

    “Ow, goddamnit, when’d they get my leg?” She mumbled to herself, only to shrug a moment later. Oh well, didn’t matter. She had been fighting with bones broken and wounds bleeding before. She was used to this. She didn’t mind pain, just as long as her opponent was suffering twice as much as she was. And injuries were an essential part of fights. If nothing ever managed to hurt you, you weren’t really fighting; you were just swatting away flies. Who could enjoy something like that?

    “Hey, you two!” Dani shouted at the pair as she smashed one of the remaining ants’ masks. “Has your Thorny Prince got your back, Princess, or do ya need some help? ‘Cause I’m not even tired over here!"

    Yeah, it was a lie. She was never all that good at telling them.
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    XVIII - Aika Ichigawa
    Group IV: The Off-Shore Island


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    "By the way, Drake, what part of my psyche are you supposed to represent?"

    A rather confuzzled (Confuzzled...?) response made it clear that Drake didn't know what Aika was talking about. Did he not realize his position in her psyche? Realizing this, she continued to ramble on anyway. "Well, maybe you're not part of my psyche, but a memory... of that card game, Yu-Gi... ... something." Aika couldn't quite put her tongue on the last syllable. At the very least, she "knew" that this guy was based off the very insignificant memories of "that one card game". Whatever it was called. Why would she choose to stick a character like that in a dream this vague? Not that anything in this dream even made sense. Would it be better for her to just accept everything as it was, if only for the moment? Scratching the chin of the wolf plushie in her folded arms, she hastily made her choice.

    "Anyway, so you represent my memory of Yu-Gi-something... then, this island could be..." What exactly was this island supposed to represent, in a psychological sense? There was nothing even remotely spectacular about this small island of sand and rocks. Usually, when reading dreams, islands are supposed to represent the need to isolate oneself from the hardships of life, et cetera et cetera. If so, then what would... ... "... Yes, perhaps I should stop confusing myself." It was a bad habit of hers to think too much. Humans shouldn't think too much. "Ah, almost forgot Drake. My apologies." She held Dolly in front of her face and made the plushie bow once.

    "Anyway, what do you suppose this is?" she trailed on as Dolly's paw pointed to the weird handle in the floor. "Perhaps there-" Her sentence was interrupted by a rather long, unyielding yawn. "You get the point." Rubbing her eye a bit, she attempted yanking her own weapon out of the sand. It was ultimately harder than it seemed. Did that mean the chain-sickle-whatever it was, was actually much, much taller than she expected?
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    "Aika Ichigawa. Pleasure." Introduced the girl before she made Drake shake a rather fluffy hand. "And this here is Dolly."

    "I'm Drake," he said in a quiet tone.

    "Drake, huh? Do you spell that with an i-k or an k-e?" She, Aika, inquired.

    "Um... K-e," he said with a fairly baffled tone.

    "K-e, huh? Alrighty, that takes care of our introductions," she said as she walked over and pulled a pair of kuragasima out of the obsidian-toned sands. She then returned her attentions to him and said, "By the way, Drake, what part of my psyche are you supposed to represent?"

    "Anyway, so you represent my memory of Yu-Gi-something... then, this island could be... Yes, perhaps I should stop confusing myself. Ah, almost forgot Drake. My apologies." She held Dolly in front of her face and made the plushie bow once.

    "Anyway, what do you suppose this is?" she trailed on as Dolly's paw pointed to the weird handle in the floor. "Perhaps there-" Her sentence was interrupted by a rather long, unyielding yawn. "You get the point." Rubbing her eye a bit, she attempted yanking her own weapon out of the sand.

    Drake was baffled at all of this but regained his composure enough to say, "This is one of my dreams, I should be asking you the same thing."

    Before Aika had time to respond, however, a chakram whizzed passed her and Drake. He wheeled around to see where it came from only to see an all-too-familiar face. "Li-lily? What are you doing here?"

    "And here comes another loony... Aika Ichigawa!" she yelled as she waved her right hand. "Dolly!" this time, she held Dolly above her head and made the plushie waved one of its paws. "Drake Lune!" now she pointed Dolly's paw towards Drake "Full name, please!"

    "If I'm not mistaken, then she should be Lillian Silverstone, a classmate of mine," he said as he walked towards Lillian.

    "What are you doing here, Lilly" he asked.

    Before Lillian could respond, however, things took a turn for worse. Several humanoid fish erupted from the water. They snarled at the group, revealing rows of sharp teeth like those of a shark and began to approach in a menacing manner. Drake backed up slowly as they stepped forward.

    "Ladies, I don't think we're in Misty Springs anymore," said a terrified Drake as he fell over.

    Drake reached behind him and felt a handle of some kind. Not caring what kind of weapon it was, he pulled it out of the sand and lashed out with... A whip? Indeed, the braided silk and linen swiftly wrapped around the arm of one of the creatures. Unfortunately the thing moved it's arm and threw him to the ground. As he sailed through the air his Amazoness Tiger plushie flew out of his bag and landed next to Aika. He cried out in pain as he met the sand with a sound that was a slightly muted, bus still very audible, whack. Landing next to him were his journal and his glasses. He struggled to get up but collapsed to his knees. These things couldn't be that powerful! They had to have some kind of weakness, but how could he find it?

    "I am thou, and thou art I."

    Drake looked around in confusion before doubling over, this time his hand landed on his journal

    "From the sea of thy soul, I come."

    "These things... They have to have some kind of weakness," said Drake, his voice heavy with pain.

    "I am Anne Frank. The most published journalist in the world."

    Drake watched as a card appeared in front of him. He didn't know exactly why but he reached out for it. With a flash of light she appeared. Anne knelt down and picked up his glasses before gently placing them on his face and helping him to his feet.

    As Drake stood he took a brief moment to see who was before him. There she was. Clad in a blue jumper and white boots, with a bag across her body mirroring his own!

    "Open your journal," said Anne as she turned to face the fish-men while digging her diary and a pen out of her own bag. She studied them and began scribbling furiously in her diary.

    Drake knelt down to retrieve his journal and opened it up to see what he assumed to be her writings appear as she continued to write what he had figured were her observations.

    "Guys listen up," yelled Drake, "Those things are strong and have a thick skin, also their tails can poison you if you get stung. Keep your distance and hit them as hard as you can!"

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    VI- Carina
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    "Dream?" Alistair echoed. "Is this really just a dream?"

    That's what it seemed like, anyhow. A really lucid dream, yeah. But, Carina had known that she was asleep earlier and she hadn't appeared in her room at any point in between. So it only made sense that she was still dreaming. After all, she didn't have the ability to go sleepwalk to the beach when there was no beach like this anywhere near Misty Springs.

    Then another girl came up shouting. Carina sat back up and started to get onto her feet. Seeing as there were weapons all over the place, why not take one? She grabbed something half-buried in the sand and stood up to turn to the group. While the other girl, someone she didn't entirely recognize, seemed to be trying to instigate something. Alistair took it with a level head and kept trying to explain things. It was sensible that the masked man was probably responsible for this (or maybe the butterfly). But why, or even what this was...? Well, she still didn't see anything to worry about. There wasn't any fighting going on now, even if the girl tried.

    Although Jenna's comment and the girl's reaction made Carina laugh. Fight vinegar with sugar; she made a mental note to hang out with Jenna more often and see if this was her. This was gonna be fun to watch.

    But somebody had to be a somber note to the party. "We need to stick together,” Alistair said, already sliding into a leadership role. “Anything could be out there... anyone."

    Like giant ants standing on their back two legs that were made of black shells and shadows, wearing stark bone masks over their faces (if they had faces). On thinking of it, it sounded ridiculous, but the things were there. And they had the four of them surrounded quickly. One of then slashed a talon at Carina; she brought up her shield, but wasn't quick enough to notice so got hit on the shoulder. And it hurt, rather like someone had struck her with the blunt side of a knife. Then a second one opened its jaws wide and lunged for her face, while a third tried to attack her injured shoulder with its talons. She yelped and managed to dart out of that. Although she nearly crashed into Alistair in doing so.

    "You... whatever your name is! Grab a sword or a spear or something! And all of you! Back to back! We can't let them get around us!" Alistair backed up against Jannike, sword held at the ready. "Whatever these are... I don't think they're friendly."

    She was more than willing to do that. This seemed to be a little too lucid of a dream (but she still didn't want to believe that she'd been 'magically' teleported off somewhere because that kind of stuff just didn't happen), so they'd have to use whatever real-world tactics they had to fight back. As she got into position, she swung her weapon at one of the antmen that was closest to her. She hadn't really looked at it before, but it was a mace: a big black club that had a spiked ball formed in the business end of it. It was... rather practical and masculine, like her shield. Maybe she and Alistair should trade weapons to be more thematically intact.

    Somehow, the idea seemed ruled out as soon as she thought of it, as it would not work. She didn't know how she knew that, but it seemed right. Eh, rules of the dream.

    While she was thinking, she tried to keep the antmen away. Now that she was a little more aware, blocking with her shield was working more. However, she couldn't attack while she was holding her shield up; any time she tried, her swings were much weaker. Her mace didn't seem to do much if she hit their bodies, but their masks were quite weak; one good crack when she had her shield down and the whole antman would die. So, it was basically keep her shield up and not get hit as much, or keep it down and actually be able to kill these things.

    Which meant her progress seemed really slow. Out on her own, the feisty redhead was battering away at the antmen, quite literally, although she seemed to be bloody and bruised from her method. The other two she was with were getting injured too. It was just the numbers of these things; every time Carina managed to take care of one, there seemed to be more than before out there.

    Okay, so you couldn't die in a dream. Right? The wounds she had hurt like she was awake, though. And what would the antmen do if one of them fell? Carina got a mental image of them eating a weakened still-living person by ripping off their flesh with their jagged jaws... that was a horrible mental image and made her feel queasy just thinking about it. None of them deserved something like that (even in a dream). Not even that other girl (whom she was going to have to learn the name of some time if this kept going; it felt wrong to keep thinking of her as that other girl or that feisty redhead).

    And then she heard Alistair scream. She deflected another talon swipe and glanced over to see that he had fallen onto his knees, badly hurt. Any of the antmen that were near him decided to swarm him as he had fallen. Recalling that awful imaginative image, Carina slammed her shield into one that was trying to attack him. It didn't do anything more than get its attention on her, when she could smash its mask with her mace. But her shield was so small, enough to cover her head or her torso (but not both). Definitely not big enough to protect someone else.

    If one did die in a dream, maybe one would never wake up, never to live life or feel happiness again. That was just awful. But there didn't seem to be much she could do; there were too many of them here to drive them all away from him. Carina didn't want to see someone possibly, probably, die when she couldn't do a thing about it. So unfair.

    Something nearly sparked.

    Right then, something happened: Alistair screamed again, but this time a hail of fire and blades fell out of the sky, slaughtering a massive quantity of the antmen. Now there was this figure in black armor with bladed wings close by them. However, it seemed to be on their side.

    Before Carina could look to long into that, she had to attack another one of the antmen. She only got its chest, mostly to get it to back off a little. Even if that armor thing was here, the antmen would probably try to swarm Alistair again as he was still weak. She had to do the best she could (but that image of seeing someone eaten alive still wouldn't leave her mind, giving her chills all along her skin).

    “Hey, you three!” That feisty girl shouted. “Has your Thorny Prince got your back, Princess, or do ya need some help? ‘Cause I’m not even tired over here!"

    It wouldn't even be good seeing her eaten like that, and she was off on her own, now injured and surrounded by antmen. “Are you trying to get yourself killed out there?” Carina called over, properly dispatching of the antman she had swatted away earlier. “Cause who knows what would happen if we get killed in this place.”

    She could imagine it being a lot worse than getting killed in reality, like having one's soul doomed to wander around this beach of blades, all alone, never meeting those one loved ever again. That would be a horrible fate.

    "I am thou, and thou art I.
    From the sea of thy soul, I come
    ."

    Who was talking in her head? It didn't sound like her thoughts did.

    I am Undine. A seeker of true love.”

    “Are you gonna help me protect them?” Carina asked quietly as a soft blue light appeared near her. There was a card floating in front of her, with odd pictures and a 'VI' on it. She had an impulse to smash the thing with her mace. Which made just as much sense as other things around here, so she did just that. If she could, she'd help Alistair out first.

    There was a shattering of light somehow, and then there was an elegant, if very blue and hardly dressed, woman close to Carina's side. That was Undine, she knew, the Persona... her Persona. Whatever that meant. Undine caused a sheen of water to form over Alistair's wounds and close them up safely.

    Carina bashed away another antman. “You doing okay now?” she asked him.
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    XVI - Alistair Blake
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    In front of him, Mordred stood as a sentinel. As the ants swarmed at the Persona, he answered in swords, cutting the creatures down in flashes of steel and scattering them with bolts of fire. The knight stood firm in front of Alistair, protecting him from assault, clearing a space. The tide still came at them, but with Mordred now cutting the Shadows down, there was a feeling. A feeling that they might win this fight.

    “Hey, you two!” Dani shouted at the pair as she smashed one of the remaining ants’ masks. “Has your Thorny Prince got your back, Princess, or do ya need some help? ‘Cause I’m not even tired over here!"
    Alistair tried to respond, but his leg throbbed with pain once more and his words turned into a groan of agony. He glared down at his wound, seeing the blood seeping out onto his clothes. He still clutched his sword's hilt, hating lying here like this, hating sheltering behind his Persona. Hating that the others were risking their lives behind him, protecting him as much as the black knight was. He tried to look over to the girl, to see if she really was doing well, and despite her bravado, he could see the blood on her hand and forehead. She was hurt too.

    Suddenly, his wounds began to feel cool, and the pain ebbed away. He looked back, surprised, and saw the elegant blue woman stood near him, next to Carina. He watched in wonder as the cut sealed up, and the agonizing pain dulled to a faint ache.

    “You doing okay now?” Carina asked.

    "Yes... yes, thank you," he said, rising to his feet, using the sword for support before pulling it free from the sand and dead antman. "So... you have a Persona too...?" As he spoke, one of the antmen lunged around Mordred's guard and struck for him, but he slashed it across the mask, sending it crashing dead to the sand. "No... we can talk later." He gazed out to the girl nearby, the loud one. Regardless of what she thought, without protection, she was getting swarmed. While he didn't doubt her fighting capability, eventually she was going to tire, and without backup, the antmen were easily surrounding her.

    "Mordred!" he called. "Go and help her!" The Persona turned, regarding his gesture, then gave a nod. He turned off to the side, cutting into the horde with fire and blades, carving a path to the isolated girl. Now lacking his Persona as a barrier, Alistair was immediately set upon by the tide, fighting with his sword, kicking away antmen to keep himself from getting swarmed by too many at once. "Carina!" he called out over the din of battle. "That girl... she's injured! Can your Persona heal her from here, or would she have to be closer?"

    As he carved away at the ranks charging him, he was thinking, trying to gather a coherent way. They needed to reach the other girl, regardless of what she thought. Fighting alone, all that was likely to happen was her getting killed. And somehow, Alistair doubted a death in this place resulted in just waking up. Waiting for Carina's answer, he steeled himself, slashing and hacking at the creatures as they approached. All that reassured him was the presence he still felt. That warm darkness, a shadow of reassurance. Mordred's shadow still lingered, the feeling of a protector, a defense against these creatures.

    That, and when he was forced to take a step back, he would brush against the two girls at his back, and remember he wasn't fighting alone. Steeled by their presence, and the knowledge that just as desperately as he fought, they fought too, he held firm, cutting into the monsters as they attacked.

    IX-XVI

    Matthew Clark
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    Matt swung his halberd at one of the snake-things as it reared up, hissing at him. The blade caught it in the mask, cleaving right through and decapitating it.

    Now stood back-to-back with each other, the four were protecting themselves as best they could against the onslaught. The snakes burst from the sands while the harpies shrieked and dived, trying to claw at faces and into eyes.

    Hearing a piercing shriek, Matt glanced up, seeing one swooping towards it. As it dived, he swung up his halberd, and before the thing could stop itself, it was impaled on the speartip point of the weapon. Forced to lower the halberd due to the weight, Matt kicked the body off of it, panting for breath. He wasn't a fighter. He wasn't athletic at all. Only adrenaline, survival instinct and the desire to protect those at his back kept him able to fight these things.

    As he fought, blood staining his weapon and clothes both from the things he killed, and the cuts they managed to inflict as they slipped around his guard, he could feel it in his head. A chill darkness, welling up, almost begging for release. With each stab of pain as a claw nicked him or a fang stabbed into him, the darkness ripped up, almost breaking out on wings of night, but however close it came, it was unable to break free.

    "Keep fighting!" he gasped out, cutting down another snake. "Their numbers are thinning out... we're getting close to winning..." But fatigue was engulfing him, and in truth, he didn't know how much longer he could grip his halberd and fight.

    (Yeah, Group 3's Personae could kind of come in handy about now...)
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    XIX Leonardo "Leo" Silverstone
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    Suddenly, a low hissing sound could be heard from the mouth of the cave. The sound sent a chill down Leo's spine. "Uh-oh, that can't be good..." He turned around, and saw several large snakelike creatures. Their bodies were coverd with rocky armor, and they had white masks on their faces. The only parts of their body that wasn't were their tails, which had blades at the ends. Their mouths also contained a set of sharp fangs. Leo gulped nervously, "Yeah, definitely not good." These things did not look like the kind of monsters that only wanted a friend to play with.

    The others had chosen weapons as well. The other boy had picked up a gun, and fired at one of the creatures, killing it, but they're were still many more where that came from. Louise had picked up some type of blade on a stick weapon he wasn't too familiar with, and she seemed to be overwhelmed by their numbers.

    Leo soon found himself staring down two of those creatures. "Come on guys, can't we try to be friends?"

    One of them only hissed in response.

    Leo sighed. "Yeah, I thought not." He pulled out his weapon, and began charging foward. He swung his weapon as best he could, aiming for the mask as the guy with the gun had done. He didn't really have any kind of experience using this type of weapon, and was trying to emulate what he had seen on TV. He swung rather awkwardly, and he managed to hit them, but it didn't have the effect he was hoping for. The snake thing only seemed irritated. It hissed loudly, and smaked him with it's tail, pushing him back into a wall. The attack from the snake's bladed tail cut open a small part of Leo's shirt, and left a gash on his stomach. He put his hand over the wound, in an attempt to prevent too much blood from leaking out.

    The two snakes were closing in on him. He swung the sword like a madman, slashing the thing he had hit before, this time managing to hurt it enough to knock it to the ground. It vanished into the shadows before it could actually hit the ground. Leo was happy, but It's friend was not amused. It hissed loudly, and opened it's mouth wide, and tried to bite the boy. Out of reflex, Leo managed to crouch down, and roll away. Just barely managed to avoid the bite. As one would expect, this made it angrier. It turned around to try that tactic again, but luckily, Leo managed to stab it's mask, knocking the creature aback. Taking this opportunity, he took another swing at it, followed by several more. Until this snake met the same end as his friend. "Woo-hoo!" Leo shouted as he pumped his fist in the air. But then winced, as he felt the pain from the wound on his stomach. Leo had hoped that this would be over soon, but from the looks of how many of these there were, that didn't seem likely. The good news was, that it looked like we got a little help. A tall, winged man had appeared around the guy with the gun, and had burned one of the snakes to a crisp. Which was great, we needed all the help we could get.

    Trying to help as much he could given the circumstances. He ran over to Louise's side, who had one of those things' teeth in her shoulder. It certainly didn't look pleasant, and it probably felt worse. She screamed out in a language Leo couldn't understand, but it still sounded urgent. Quickly, he ran towards the creature, and and swung his sword wildly, attempting to slash it's face again. "Hey, let her go!"

    Apparently, the thing was taken by surprise, the attack connected, and he managed to kill the thing, getting it's teeth out of her shoulder. He wasn't going to ask if she was Ok, it was obvious she wasn't. For that matter neither was he, as he removed his hand from his stomach, to see his palm was stained with blood. The sight of which made him shudder. He wasn't the biggest fan of blood. Still, it wasn't all that serious, he'd survive. Right now the situation at hand was much more pressing. He covered up his wound with his free hand, and shouted, "Hey guys, we could use some help over here!" Even though, he had no idea what the others were going to do... More of those things also started to appear.
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