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|Battle Royale Rules and Introduction; (repost from the old site)|
|Topic Started: May 3 2010, 07:38 PM (311 Views)|
|The Gamemistress||May 3 2010, 07:40 PM Post #11|
Reply by Hayashi Hiromasa on June 26, 2009 at 7:19pm
Hiro stirred as if from a peaceful sleep, the site that met his incredulous eyes was not what he would have expected, a number of day and night class students had been piled into one room.
Noticing an unfamilar item on his neck Hiro gently fingered it, it was a metalic necklace.
absorbing everything that came out of the TV without concentrating Hiro was taken aback by this barbaric contest of wits but decided to do what he does best, improvisation.
"Number 16, Hayashi Hiromasa", as he heard his name called Hiro gracefully stepping forward and collecting his bag, as the old proverb went "you can't walk with grace if your in haste".
Hiro left the room with grace.
|The Gamemistress||May 3 2010, 07:41 PM Post #12|
Reply by Yagyu Tsukiko on June 26, 2009 at 9:59pm
There was no other word for what she felt then. Pure, unadulterated panic. She could feel the coldness surround her heart, threatening to squeeze it desperately. She wanted to scream and cover her ears and pray that when she was done screaming, it all would have turned out to have been a dream.
But she didn't move. She didn't act. She stood there and listened and saw. The blood.
My god, the blood.
Her pale eyes were wide as she took in the horror, and for a moment she indulged the "this can't be happening" thought. This couldn't be happening to them. She was one of the top students, but she was also the Queen of Detention. Maybe that was why she was there? But if it was so...then why were all the others around too? Some of them were troublemakers like she was, but so many were dignified and polite students.
This wasn't about justice. This was pure entertainement for a sadistic bastard.
There would be no fairness, no mercy. Only survival. And she knew how many awful things human beings would do to ensure survival. Her eyes rested on each of her colleagues, the day class and the night class, all bound together by common anger and fear. However, it was just a matter of time until someone snapped. Until someone realized that this was about life and death and took the first life. She looked at each of them, wondering who would be the first to snap.
She didn't fear those she knew capapble of immense cruelty, like Rin. Rin was predictable, evil. But the others.... the usually quiet ones where the ones worrying her. A situation like this would be enough to snap the mind of those with a weaker will, so she could not afford to lower her guard. Right now, she could stand on her own and rely only on herself.
She buried the panic deep into the darker recesses of her minds and forced herself to listen, to pay attention. Part of her, the rebellious "Queen of Detention" "Hellraiser" part of her wants to refuse to play. She wants to turn the rules against that bastard and destroy him game. But she doesn't know why. Or how. But she knows that if she needs to keep hope, she'll need to keep her wits about her and wait for her opportunity to rebel against the system.
Which of their colleagues would kill? Which would die? Which would be too weak to survive?
She had the advantage, if vampires were weakened to human levels. She ran every day and she was the ultimate urban animal. She'd only need to go higher for advantage.... and keep on the move. She needed space to think and relax.
Her day hadn't come yet, she told herself. She would survive somewhat.
Her gaze drifted, then, to the Night Class side. Seiryu. K. Valizh. Would they give in to the beast? It was their nature and their nature alone that would conquer them when blood started to run low. She would gladly die for any of them, but not for their beasts inside. A shudder made her shiver.
Would they let the vampire control their appetites?
Would any of them kill her?
Emotion was not a good companion, she told herself. Not right now. Clenching her teeth, she forced herself to listen to the final rant of Rido, and Chirpy-Lady, trying to gather from their words a clue -- any clue to help her.
And then, the students started to be called one by one.
It was even more gruesome, scarier than the display of violence that had left the entire room reeking of blood, that silent parade of stunned, almost robot like students. It was now that all lines were blurred and the worst of all of them would be exposed for all to see. She refused to give in to fear, to despair. She would find a way. She would not fear death, because if fear was not her ally, then it would be her enemy -- and she already had enough enemies as was. Quietly, she prepared for her turn.
She wouldn't refuse accepting it. She would not cry. She would not hope it was a dream but she would, instead, be ready.
All the wisdom of her grandfather escaped her now, the sayings of masters and tacticians that had lived long before her. She found only comfort in the knowledge that she might come down...but not before she caused as much havoc as she could against Rido and his goons. She had worn her hair loose, out of vanity, but, thankfully, she had worn proper sneakers for jumping and running. Pulling the decorative white camo bandana around her upper leg, she used it to tie her hair back.and keep it off her face. She reinforced the knot of the sleeves of the jacket around her waist. Because she would be doing a whole lot of running.
Then, she heard it. "Number 17, Yagyu Tsukiko.". The world seemed to come for a grinding halt, and for one final second, she prayed that all of this was a dream.
"Number 17, Yagyu Tsukiko."
No. It wasn't a dream.
She got up, maybe too fast than she should, but she would not show her fear. Instead, she grabbed the bag faster than needed, with more impact than necessary, because she was already breaking into a jog. She would not stop on the way out and, instead, hide in shadows. Outside, it would be a perfect spot to lay an ambush, and she didn't doubt one of the earlier colleagues could be outside in waiting. She would keep concealed and reach for higher ground as soon as possible.
Before she existed the nest of madness, however, she gave behind her, one final look. Her eyes focused on the three vampires for whom she'd die gladly for, but who she didn't know if she could trust right now. Her lips united, and she mouthed softly, for all of them "Survive. Love you." before turning on her heel, and being swallowed by the darkness and nightmares awaiting all of them beyond the doorway.
|The Gamemistress||May 3 2010, 07:42 PM Post #13|
Reply by Sakurazuka Seiryu on June 26, 2009 at 10:18pm
Balance is the essence of a warrior, and even though he might feel a strange curling in his stomach, perhaps fear itself, he does not lose the carefully composed mask of calculating indifference. The words of the slightly annoying woman ring in his ears, and suddenly the strange fear makes sense. With his abilities he could have torn through Rido and his goons with minimal effort, simply crushing them into nothingness with all the effort it takes to swat a fly. But like this, the game is all together different. Funny that the nagging thought in the back of his mind should be that he perhaps like this he could hope to live a peaceful life with Tsukiko... Grow old together, die together... as humans do.
He pushes away the thought, taking in his surroundings and evaluating his opponents. Vampire or human doesn't make a difference with the playing field having been leveled like this. However, he may not have his powers to call upon, but that does not make him less of a martial artist. Balance will allow him to adapt to any situation, preparing him for the all important moment when he must strike, and strike he will. His body was in top condition, even if he was weakened to human levels right now. As his fellow 'contestants' leave the room, he watches each, cateloguing them and biding his time.
Already he was forming a plan, thinking of the tools he would need, the areas he could prepare. He would keep to those closest to him of course, so that they could survive together. Everything he had ever learned about chemistry and medicine would seem useless to anyone else, but it gave him an advantage. He could wreck havoc on those that would come for him, and work to heal those who were injured who he would protect. First things first, he would need to go shopping...
His heart twists when they call her name, and he watches her with undisguised longing as she mouths her words to him. "Stay safe, i'll find you, we will win together." he mouths back, before it turns back to a waiting game. Patience is the true hallmark of a predator, but even now his nerves are jangled. "Number 18, Sakurazuka Seiryu." Their is an intense focus in his eyes when he stands, and takes the bag in hand, staring right into the eyes of Rido for a long moment. "When this is over, you and I are going to talk." He says, with utmost confidence, before he is striding away, pulling the bag high across his back and ready as he steps outside, crouching to prepare for whatever lies in wait outside that door.
|The Gamemistress||May 3 2010, 07:42 PM Post #14|
Reply by 晶光 歩夢 Shoukou Ayumu on June 27, 2009 at 12:58am
Rido sneered, "Is that any way to address your elder?" Youngsters these days: Wasting our resources and hindering our security.
Rido glanced between the list and the frightened students, a mixture of annoyance and contempt seeping through his reddening eyes and growing fangs. He pondered, and in a violent motion threw down the list and stamped his boot upon it, as the fibers shredded apart, the most of the remaining students shrinking back.
One student, his glasses quivering, raised his shaky hand. Rido simply glared at the student, so the teen queried, "Um... w-w-what about the r-r-r-rest of us..?"
Rido had a peculiar smile on his face, that was definitely not one of joyful cheer but rather... of hatred. He did not answer, but simply raised his hand, thumb on button.
All hell broke loose as students climbed over one another and screamed frightfully, all as the beeping intensified, and with an earsplitting boom and smattering fireworks the end of the beginning snapped open.
Rido dipped the champagne glass nto the pool of blood, and then brought it to his lips. "Lets have a marvelous game."
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