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[Femme Mantis]

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xxxxxWe'll hold your hearts and never let go

LOADING...LOADING....50...75...89...99...100%....PROCESSING CHARACTER ANALYSIS. ALL VITAL SIGNS FUNCTIONAL AT 100%. MENTAL STABILITY... DATA UNDISCLOSED.

PREPARING OPENING SEQUENCE. STANDBY.

"Gooooood morning! Good morning guests! Did you sleep well? I hope you did, you've got a busy day ahead of yourselves! Ah, you're probably hungry and feel a bit sick huh? That'll wear off, just follow the signs outside of your room to the cafeteria, there's anything you could want! Things will be explained more in time, for now let's start your day!"

The sudden cheerfulness of a female voice left the speakers in each room, a steadily increasing volume of new noise began to echo as a song started to play, a song to mark every single morning. It, along with the voice that had greeted each new person to this world kept their presence hidden, safe from destruction.

A quick stare directly in front of the bed would greet our guests with pictures of fondness...Love that had been formed over time in their own world only now it was marred with red Xs or in some cases no pictures hung, no love simply red hearts clumsily painted over the blank space.

"Oh, you noticed that? That is your past! It's best to leave some stuff behind, you won't be needing it." the voice again, momentarily offering a break from the music as it resumed. "Ah, right! See that black tattoo on your ring finger? It's real! It's also your wedding ring and how you get outta here! The scanner by the door will let you out, just scan the ring and scan it again if you want to know the name of your fiance! These scanners are presented throughout this world so you can do that at any time!" more instructions.

Sitting just against the wall near the door sat a strange table, a strap attached to the front looked to hold something in place while a much tinier metal hinge sat just above but this would not be the most sinister of things occupying its' space. A box cutter, surgical blades, bottle of alcohol, cotton balls, bandages, a surgical saw (Electric! There's a power outlet for convenience!), kitchen knife and a small block of wood sat all neatly arranged. A giggle cut through the air.

"You have options, some of you really don't want this marriage, that's ok! Why else would we provide such a neat little service? Not that it'll help you much, you need that digit tattoo and all intact to leave this room. Without a pulse it works much like pouring gasoline on a fire and only adds to you problems." The voice would remark, tone playfully insincere. Was it a trap? How teasing, to dangle a momentary yet desperate source to freedom only to pull it away. How many would stare at these options and consider it?

"Oh! One last thing! You can't stay in forever, I won't turn off the music either and all of your own music payers have been confiscated and are in a folder attached to the outside of your door so no hope to drown it out unless you leave!" How mean, a pat down would confirm it. There was no lying. Luckily any other personal, non weapon items would be stored inside the room, a door even creaked open to a private bathroom. For such a hostile situation the host would seem rather caring.

"Happy wedding Dears! We hope your wish comes true!"


TRANSMISSION CUT. WELCOME TO THE WORLD.

[homo ch r o m a t i c - -]

This wasn't his bed.

The first thing that shot through Mukuro's mind as he rolled onto his back and struggled to compute the voice ringing through the room was that he didn't remember falling asleep, let alone doing it here. Had he been drugged? He felt drugged. The world was a little woozy, just like him, and there was a queasiness in the pit of his stomach that reminded him vaguely of jet lag. What time was it?

The voice that he'd discarded as a radio alarm kept talking, and slowly he grew aware of what it was saying. Let's start your day! A podcast? It didn't sound like any talk radio he'd ever heard, but that didn't much, seeing as he never listened. What was that music starting in the background? It sounded sort of dippy, like something that he heard blaring outside middle schools recently. Certainly not something he would have set an alarm to. So who had? And how had he gotten here to begin with?

What was the last thing he even remembered? Nothing came to mind. He'd gone to check on Kokuyou Land and talked to Chrome...but that felt like it was a long time ago, as though more had happened since then. Slowly he sat up, tense with growing alarm, and frowned deeply at the sight of the room. It wasn't bad, but...what was that in the corner? It looked ominous. More scanning and he blanched, scowling hard at the mess of red paint and photos on the close wall. Was that...

That was Dino. He felt himself pale, tore a photo off the wall roughly and flipped it over in the hopes of a note or some sort of clue as to what it was doing there. Was this some sort of threat on the Cavallone? If that was the case, what did he have to do with it? There was nothing written there, so he discarded it and stared at the wall, trying to make sense of the new continuation of the...announcements? being made. What did it mean, this was his past? He'd never even spoken to Dino outside of a group. No one was supposed to know what was on his mind. Again, the voice's timing was impeccable--just as he reached for his mist ring to check that it was there, he met nothing and looked down at his hand in alarm.

Wedding ring? He got out of the bed and reached for a pair of pants from the closet, disturbed to notice that they were his, and there were more. How had they gotten them? And to what end? If someone wanted to kill him, they had the opportunity during this transport. Who would stage something so extravagant besides, well...himself? Slowly he skimmed over the table by the door that he'd noticed earlier and frowned as the intention clicked. Just what was the point? What marriage were they talking about? It almost sounded like something out of a romance paperback.

His pockets were empty, which was no surprise. No one who'd been this thorough would leave anything useful for him in his own possessions. His trident was nowhere to be found, no clue of his rings in the entire room; even the boots with knives in the heels were gone, though all of the others were there. They wanted him to leave. What was there outside? A trap of some sort, or a game to skip through, no doubt. His frown was deep enough to be embedded by the time that he stood at the bedroom door and narrowed his eyes at the scanner. His...ring, it had called it, that was the key out? Just how had they planted a chip and tattooed him without his knowledge? There wasn't even a mark, no sign of swelling or irritation like there was with his other tattoos. How long was he unconscious?

With a long breath to brace himself, he swiped his hand in front of the scanner--and, on a whim, did it again. Engagement had to mean something else, but he might as well see what name came up if he was going to figure out the way out of this.

[s e r a p h -- of sin]

The sound of a cheery female voice was the first thing that Wake heard as he was slowly brought back to consciousness. "Argh...what happened last night?" was his first thought as he weakly tried to push himself off of the bed. His vision was beginning to come back to focus and his senses were returning to him one by one, however with the return of his sharp senses meant that the massive headache was more and more prominent by the second. Groaning he brought one hand to his head and gently rubbed his temple to calm himself as he became more aware of his surroundings. As he took note of the room the first thing that he noticed was that he was not in his dorm room; for one thing he couldn't see the his T.V or his belonging littered anywhere, he couldn't not hear any of the early morning risers who would usually be training at this time nor could he hear Chlotz knocking on his door for god knows whatever reason this time around. It was a eerie silence only broken by that female voice still ringing out in the air.

And it unnerved him.

Then teen brought his attention back to the said female voice and listened in to what she had to say. Busy day? Wake didn't even have a clue where he was much less the reason he was brought here. Looking down he was in for another surprise: he was in his Academy Uniform! Now this puzzled him, he swore that when he went to bed the last time he remembered doing he swore he wasn't wearing his uniform; had whatever brought him here also changed his clothes? Now that was a creepy thought. However the sight of his Star Brand on the back of his left hand brought some level of comfort to Wake, he could still feel the cool yet warm feeling of his ether coursing through his body; so at the very least he would be able to defend himself if he needed to. He decided against activating his powers for now for as much as he could tell he wasn't at any immediate danger, yet.

Taking his attention away from his brand he scanned the room again and from the corner of his eye he spotted something that made his blood cold. He didn't feel his feet move, and before he knew it he was clutching the photo of her in his hands that he had ripped off from the wall, remnant's of red tape stuck to it's corners as he trailed his orbs over the familiar figure in the photo, his 'Past' as the voice called it. Fuuko. He could recognize that bright pink hair anywhere, especially if it was in her trademark twin tails style. She was smiling in the photo and from what he could see she was in her swimsuit so this was probably taken during her Aquatic Team practice. Had something happened to her? What about his other friends? They were still in the middle of a 'war' after all, he should be there with them rather than wherever this was. It was then while looking at the picture of the pinkette that he noticed the black mark around his ring finger on his hand that held the image; what was--

The female announcers voice rang in his ears once more and his eyes widened when she mentioned exactly what it was, did he hear her right?: a wedding ring?!

Wake ignored the song that played and continued to focus on the voice that he was sure that he would hear in his nightmares. They must have drugged him good if they were able to get this kind of thing on him. He wanted to just consider all of this as some elaborate prank but his gut told him otherwise, there was just something about this situation that told him that there was more going on behind the scenes. The voice then motioned towards the door leading outside and the scanner that was situation on the wall next to it. All of this didn't sound like your average wedding, in fact this sounded like a prison; like they were trapped in here with complete strangers for who knows how long.

If Chlotz were here, now would be the time where he would comment that there wasn't much of a difference.

Wake had to agree.

"I can't stay in here forever..." He made his way towards the scanner and as the strange voice had instructed him, he placed his tattoo'ed hand on the screen and waited for something to happen. Soon enough the door beside him clicked, signalling that it was unlocked. He wanted to leave the room as soon as it unlocked and find a way out of this strange place but he stopped himself as he remembered the woman's words. All he had to do was scan his hand once more and he would find out whoever he is 'engaged' to. The thought still unnerved him but with luck he might find whoever it was who he was to be with and hopefully leave this place. They were probably stuck like he was and she shouldn't condemn someone here because of fate or whatever strange circumstances brought them here. The more the merrier right?

Putting his hand on the screen once more he waited for the name that would pop up, the name of his betrothed.

Star God help him.

[Anna]

xxxxxxxxxxx◜✧ BARBARA GORDON ► ♥
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I feel like a substitute sitting pretty in my prime
xxxxxxxxAbout to play the game 'cause I'm running out of time

The chipper female voice grated on Barbara's ears, and sure didn't help the headache she could feel coming on. She had just woken up, and she honestly felt awful. Why, she hoped she'd find out later. So she decided to listen to what the annoying voice was saying. Busy day? She blinked a bit, more confused than anything. But then the music started, and Barbara jumped a bit in surprise. She blew some hair out of her eyes, then suddenly snapped to attention to check out her legs. She let out a relieved sigh. They still worked. All that time in the chair made barbara terrified to go back to it. Paranoia in her thoughts settled out and then went away all together. Barbara sighed again, wishing that she never got shot. She then realized she was in civilian clothes. Where was her Batgirl uniform? She let out an annoyed huff. Seriously? I just got a new one, and now I don't know where it went.

Barbara's attention soon went to the wall in front of her, causing her eyes to widen in shock.

Was that Jason all over her walls?

And why was he x'ed out?

If whoever did this to her did something to him, there would be hell to pay. But another thought soon struck her: How did they know about Jason? Barbara listened to the voice speak again. "Marriage?!" She balled her hands into fists, got out of bed and ripped down all the pictures of Jason. She couldn't stand to think about this situation.

Especially not if they did something to Jason.

Barbara looked over at everything else in the room. She saw some of her personal belongings, and her Batsuit (thank god) was hanging on a hook. No real need for that right now. Gotta find a way out of this... She saw the knife, but her thoughts immediately told her not to cut her finger off. She had been paralyzed once, she didn't need to lose a finger too. The voice confirmed that cutting off her finger would be a stupid idea.

Barbara huffed again. This song was hurting her ears, and she had to get out of here. So she walked to the door and scanned it. Out of sheer curiosity, she did it again. The name was unfamiliar, and sure as hell not Jason.

Oh god, what was she going to do?


Location in her room ✧ Feeling annoyed and worried about Jason and her other friends ✧ Company No one
Designed for ginger batgirl. Do Not Steal.

[my cheetohs mate]

★Suzuya Tohzuki★

●Who's with me▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰Unknown
tab ●What I feel and think▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ Where am I? || Confused
tab tab ●Where to find me▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰Unknown
tab tab tab ●Out-of-Crumbs

"I don't feel right..."

The morning had came, but something was off. It was a different atmosphere. It didn't quite sit right within Suzuya's guts. Opening his eyes to see everything was off. Then a cheerful girl's voice came through a speaker. Then it hit Suzuya; the rush of moment causing all sorts of sickness. Nausea, motion sickness, queasy, a rush of like getting of a roller-coaster that wasn't fun ,but more of a ride of terror. It seemed like the world have swirled around him. The voice had told him that everything was going to be okay. It was. There also a small headache. What was this feeling? Looking around, Suzuya saw a picture. Slowly getting out of bed, nearly falling over, Suzuya knew that face. Tsukiko. Angered rushed through him. The voice said forget about the past. How could they? That was the only person Suzuya could ever held dear most to. As well with Kanata, his best friend. A tear rushed down his eye. The only thing Suzuya can do is play this girl's game.

"I gotta go..."

That song was playing louder and louder nearly each time. Those words aren't his favorite thing about and the style was different. But mainly the voice stayed in his head. The messages were clear. A busy day though. What does that mean? Is there like an adventure? Taking the picture down with the red X on it, Suzuya folded it in half. Even if it was a harsh memory to think about. But Suzuya noticed something on his left hand when he pulled it down. A tattooed ring. Then the voice came on again. Marriage?! Suzuya was scared. Suzuya was getting married to a person he doesn't even know? What the crap is that about? Shaking his head, the soft, blued eye male walked to the closet. Seeing what type of clothes they had for him. To his shock to find the had every single pair of his clothes. Grabbing his white shirt with the red line on top and a a black blazer. Sliding his pair of pants, Suzuya heard the same voice again. Shaking his head as he went to the bathroom to go brush his teeth. One thing thing that sounded important though. The tattoo was important to get in and out of this place as well saying "can't stay forever". What does that mean? Suzuya was worried and confused. Finally putting on the shoes, there was one last message: "Happy wedding Dears! We hope your wish comes true!" Suzuya chuckled at that remark.

"What happened last time?"

Suzuya couldn't remember. It was just a past blur. The few things was after school, Suzuya went to the school's kitchen, like usual, to make some food for his friends as an after school snack. The only people there was only there though was Kanata and Tsukiko. They were Suzuya best friends since his early childhood. And that's where Suzuya learned how to hide his feelings of being jealousy Kanata grew feelings as well Suzuya did. But Suzuya let him be. After cooking some snacks and started walking home. Suzuya walked Tsukiko around the park. Then they left home. Suzuya made it home safe. Going back up to his room and that's all he could remembered. Nothing else happened afterwards. Was Suzuya drugged? It didn't seem like he took a nap or was drugged and dragged here. What is here any ways?

"Who was my wife?"
The girl had spoken about saying about a marriage. Scanning his fingers over the scanner over and over again. The name would have to be a female. Suzuya is heterosexual and having a gay marriage wouldn't really satisfy him. But if would get him out of this nightmare, anything will do. "Come on," the soft voice of the brown hair male spoke. It was out of frustration. Then a name was spoken. "What?" Suzuya didn't know that name. It wasn't familiar.

[Dumb Witch Juice]

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ρєυℓℓα мαgια мα∂σкα мαgι¢α
❀ мαмι тσмσє ❀
[respectful]xxxxx[cowardly]xxxxx[cheerful]
"I feel light. I'm not scared of anything anymore."

xxxSuch a lonely heart
xxxxxxLoses what's important to it
xxxxxxxxxI want to believe in a more gentle future
xxxxxxxxxAnd bring warmth to the sorrow
xxxxxxEven so, I won't surrender
xxxMy little prayer

╰『The blonde's fingers trembled as she felt up her neck, her fingertips brushing her face. Mami was shaking, and with good reason. Just moments before she was facing a witch, having promised to teach Madoka and Sayaka what she knew of being a magical girl. There was going to be a party and she wasn't going to be fighting alone anymore. And then, unlike herself, she got careless, using magic spell after magic spell, up until the witch revealed itself and ate her head as a snack.

The magical girl screamed. It was louder than the song that was playing in the background of her new surroundings. She could not open her eyes. She didn't want to open her eyes. It was too much to bear. She had failed. She had been eaten, turned into witch bait, failed Kyuubey and Madoka and Sayaka and... Mami closed her mouth, the scream dying from her lips as she listened to the false-cheery voice go on and on. Mami hardly payed attention as she sat up, snapping her head to the nearest reflective surface and pressing her hands to her face, the tears welling up in her eyes. They spilled over in a fit of joy as she almost laughed hysterically.

Whatever the voice was droning, not caring that just moments before Mami had met her maker, bought the farm, took to greener pastures, died. Or almost. She was still alive, still had her head, and most of all she was able to laugh, cry and.... At that moment, Mami's reality set in. She looked around.

"Madoka-chan," she whispered, twisting her head this way and that. "Sayaka-chan?"

The blonde frowned at the tackily painted hearts on the wall, the voice still talking. She was taking it in, silly mentions of marriage and so on. It didn't matter. She had to find her friends, tell them that she was alright. She was alive.

"Kyoko-san?" she ventured, her eyes widening as the irritating song played on. "Homura-san?" she ventured, but this last name barely above a whisper.

It dawned on her, she was stuck here, and betrothed against her will. On the center wall hung a picture of all her friends with a red X through it. Mami frowned, starting to shake again. Fanning herself, she took a few deep breaths as she brushed her fingers over the soul gem clip. It was in place. Good. Taking another deep breath whilst trembling, Mami scanned her finger over the pad and the door creaked open, letting her into the hallway.』╮

Sonna sabishii kokoro jaxxx
Daiji na mono mo nakushite shimau yoxxxxxx
Sukoshi yasashii mirai wo shinjite ii'nda toxxxxxxxxx
Kanashimi wo atatmete agetaixxxxxxxxx
Soredemo chiisana inori woxxxxxx
Akiramenai yoxxx

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αηтнєм:: mirai -- kalafina
ωнєяє αм ι:: i dunno
ωнσ'ѕ ηєαя мє:: i dunno
ιт'ѕ му ƒєєℓѕ:: scared, confused
ιηѕι∂є му нєα∂:: oh my god...oh my god....oh my god

[σ]я∂ιηαяιℓу [σ]∂∂ [¢]αρяι¢ισυѕηєѕѕ:: sorry if its too long

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[Femme Mantis]

xxxxxxxxxx ﾟMIDOUSUJI AKIRA ✾
xxxxxxxxxx"You're so precious, you're a ******** delinquent."

Disgusting, filthy, who put something in his water bottle? Ishigaki? No, not likely. Mizuta? Why would he? The metal mouthed brat practically breathed down his neck. Imaizumi? Yes, weakzumi would be spiteful, another gross weakling who would try to drag him down like this. A shrill voice greeted him, from where it was uncertain but undoubtedly female. Black eyes winced in irritation as it spoke about many things and the cyclist clicked his teeth a few times. Marriage? Past? Bull.s**t. Then that song, that noise was enough to make him scratch at his face as his feet hit the floor. He was already tired of this game.

His gaze moved to his clothing first, it wasn't his racing uniform but simply his school one...His skin began to crawl, someone had changed his clothes in his sleep?! "KIMO!" he spat immediately grabbing open the closet door where he found a long sleeved black top, black shorts, socks and his gloves before changing and using his fingers to comb through the ends of his hair. Looks were never too important to Midousuji, only his teeth mattered and brush in hand he paced the room paying attention to the voice as it indicated one could cut a finger off. He snickered, no way in hell. Removing a glove at the mention of a tattoo he frowned, mouth full of minty foam at the ring and turned to the wall prepared to scream when it also said his MP3 player was confiscated.

However that scream stopped dead in his throat at the collage of images of Sakamichi on the wall all exed out in red. The brush fell from his mouth as he began to rip through the images, hands clawing each one down until one, only slightly marred by red hung, blue eyes still wide and happy behind large frames..That smile...Yellow temporarily flooded his vision and he pocketed the image with a gurgled mumbling before returning to finish the detailing to his teeth and now the last thing...

Removing the glove that concealed his 'ring' Midousuji gave a single swipe of the digit across the pad, a click opening it as he grabbed the floppy, white beanie on the bedside table fixing it so only bangs and the flipped black ends stuck out at the back and sides of his face. Giving the door a push he emerged eying the envelope taped to the door and nabbed it pouring the personal items into his hand. A white medical mask first slipped over his grin, the only other bit of white on him being his hat and shoes before he pocketed the MP3 player and threw the offending holder of devices away.

Now to find either a way out or food, that didn't sound half bad either. However other doors were clicking open, was this a hotel? Maybe a dormitory? Whatever, it just made things a bit more clear if not gross. His gaze kept straight ahead and his shoulders slumped, teeth clenched together tightly under the mask. Don't interact, don't talk, just walk ahead. Maybe if he were lucky no poor soul would bother him on his mission to escape. Plus...That image...His hands went to his pockets feeling over the folded up image. What did that mean exactly? Why did he even care? It just made him feel more gross, almost nauseous. He'd write it off as dehydration, who knew when he last had some water anyways.

Location:: Room - Halls ● Mood:: Irritated & Avoidant ● Party:: Alone??

[Bloody Weetabix]

☆ ORIHIME ♥ INOUE☆
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Happy wedding Dears! rang through her ears and she rolled over and hugged the pillow more closely to her body. She was dreaming again of Ichi-kun and this time they were in Paris. He was walking next to her, looking as heroic as ever and she was visiting every pastry shop she saw. He didn't care because he knew of her love of sweets. Happy wedding Dears! she thought the shop keeper said to her. She turned to look at Ichi-kun, shock on her face. "Are we getting married Ichi?" She turned her head to the right, wondering to herself if he had even proposed. It wasn't that she didn't love him but this was so soon!

Her blissful dream was broken when an upbeat song started to blare causing Orihime to bolt up right still clutching the pillow. What was happening? She looked around the room to see various images of her and Ichi-kun but his face was X'ed out. What the hell? She carefully got out of bed and walked over to the wall, running her hand over the X's. What did that mean? What was with this song? Was Ulquiorra alive again and after her? She sank the to floor and brought her knee's up to her chest and rested her head on her knee's. "Oh Ichi-kun, what's going on?" It was then that her stomach decided to wake up and let her know that it wanted to be fed and now! She got up and looked down at herself. She was wearing a long sleeved sweater and a pair of jean shorts. That would have to do.

She walked over to the door and tried the handle a few times, getting more and more irritated. She was hungry and the hunger was starting to upset her. There had to be food around here somewhere! The song kept playing over and over again and that was making her even more upset. She looked around the room again and then noticed a scanner next to the door and looked herself over to see if there was a keycard on her somewhere. Instead she found a black tattoo on her ring finger and put it under the scanner. The door opened. This place was scary and she was hungry. Best to get food and coffee in her and then try and figure out this mystery.

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☼ Who am I with ☼: Alone.
☼ Where am I ☼: Walking to the cafeteria.
☼ You make me ☼: Irritated.
☼ Out of Control ☼:...
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[Tetra Kataki]

ＲＡＴＡＴＯＳＫ ＴＨＥ ＰＵＰＰＥＴＥＥＲ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ✦

THEME::XXPuppet Master Ratatosk
LOCATION::XXOn the way to the cafeteria
COMPANY::XXAlone (near Orihime)
BETROTHED::XXUnknown

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The voice was the thing that awoke him, and it was far too cheerful for his tastes - at least, in the situation he'd been tossed into. He was quite used to the sound of bickering and squawks awakening him, not a female's voice and annoying music. He only made out enough of how to get out of this damned room before standing up and pushing the feathery fluff up to his ears to try and block out the sound. Arranged marriage, ring finger black band acts as key and tells him to he's tethered to, blah, blah, blah - all he cared for was just getting out, and that's exactly what he did with the opportunity presented with the black band. Anything to be away from that noise!

One thing from the nonsense caught the semi-drowsy, semi-irritated vampire's interest - a cafeteria, stated to have anything they could want. While human food wouldn't satisfy, maybe, if he was lucky, they would have been smart enough to cater to his needs. If not, he could turn to feed upon some of those here - though with how they'd been trapped like animals, he would have to do so with consent - his weapons, unfortunately, weren't present on him for a reason he could only guess was confiscation while he was out cold - and not do anything enough to leave them in bad condition or worse. If their captors were able to get him like they were, they no doubt could do something should another person be somehow killed or severely injured.

He was waking up a bit more now that he was outside of that room and walking towards a potential food source. Just a little bit of blood. It was all he needed to really get himself going. Few things caught his eye as he wandered towards where he could smell human foods - and where, hopefully, his own meal would be - save for a flash of read that he stopped to glance at momentarily in a drowsy haze before preparing to move along again.. The woman could easily keep up with him if she wanted to, and he would humor the human if she chose to make conversation - he wasn't in any mood to shove away a potential donor if the cafeteria he could smell lacked his needed nutrition.


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(( EDIT:: Crap, forgot something. Quote added so someone knows they got noticed by redheaded fabu vampire here. ))

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[s e r a p h -- of sin]

LOCATION: HALLWAY XX PARTY: ORANGE HAIRED GIRL XX MOOD: CURIOUS


Orihime Inoue

That was the name that appeared on his screen, Wake simply stood there for a good moment or two as his eyes remained on the name of his 'betrothed'. Now that he knew her name the whole 'marriage' thing felt more real. Who was this Orihime girl? and how was she taking this news? He had a feeling that she was probably reacting like he was; scared and very confused. Eventually he took his eyes off from the scanner as he removed his hand and took one more glance around the room he woke up in. Now that he thought about it the room kind looked like a hotel, and if this place was like a hotel then there would obviously be other people around, people possibly like in his position and possibly people who may have some answers to his questions.

The swordsman was about to exit his room to hopefully find someone when his eyes trailed to the closet that was nearby the wall that once held Fuuko's photo. Deciding to at least check the room he went over and reached out to the handle then slowly opened it. Peering inside the compartment his eyes once again widened slightly when he saw some of his personal belongings neatly put inside. There was set of his Academy Uniform hanging inside as well as some casual clothes also hanging. There were also assorted objects; some familiar to him and some not. But the glint of the potion that sat on one of the shelves inside grabbed his attention. Deciding that it might be useful later on he took the small vial of red liquid and pocketed it safely. When he finished inspecting the wardrobe he closed it shut and contemplated looking around the rest of his room in more detail. But he wanted to go out and scope out the place and hopefully see someone, he could always go back to his room later.

And so Wake went through the door and shut it tight behind him, his sharp eyes scanned his surroundings; he was in a pretty elaborate hallway, kind of like the ones you'd see in one of those four star hotels but the air, while seemingly calm still felt rather eerie to him. He was cautious of his surroundings, it was like being back in a dusk circle and that worried him. As much as he wanted to relax he lack of people around made him feel like a monster could jump out at him at any minute. Slowly walking down the hallway he was in he observed the other doors that lined the hall much like his. Approaching the nearest door his eye twitched when he could hear the muffled sound of that song play on the other side of the door. He wondered if someone was in the room. So he tried opening the door but like he had suspected it did not budge;

It was locked, no surprise there.

Sighing he contemplated whether he should just summon his swords and cut down the door. But Wake had a feeling that wouldn't not work as well. Backing away from the locked door he continued to walk down the hallway that seemed to stretch on for miles and with not a living soul in sight. But fate, or whoever was watching him decided to cut him some slack as he saw a figure with hair of fiery orange slowly walking down the hallway like he was. Clearly she was no monster, in fact he was sure she was a human like him. That seemed to give him some level of comfort. Was she stuck in this strange place like he was, was she Orihime? Well, he wasn't going to get anything done standing there and thinking to himself so he slowly approached the girl.

"Excuse me, are you looking for something?" he tried to sound non-threatening. Wake was never the one to start conversations all to well, usually it was people who came and talked to him, or talked about him; no one said being God's Gift was easy.



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o o c: well then, wasn't expecting it to be this long OTL

[homo ch r o m a t i c - -]

For a long time Mukuro stood staring at the screen, utterly still. The unlocked door swung open as he looked, waiting for it to change or for someone to enter and laugh at the prank they'd pulled.

Byakuran.

He drew a very slow breath and closed his eyes, painfully aware of how pale he must have gone. This was...this wasn't possible. What did engagement and marriage mean, then--revenge? Byakuran wouldn't have paid enough attention to him to arrange this intricate ********. He couldn't have been behind it. It was impossible. And who else would have been aware of the grand betrayal, and who cared now, six years after the fall? Only the Millefiore could be aware; he certainly hadn't leaked his time as Leonardo Lippi to any of the Vongola.

But it wasn't a dream, that he knew. He knew how dreams worked and what they felt like, and this was too vivid; he felt pressure on his heels from his own weight, noted the way his hair brushed the back of his neck. With a little shake to try and snap himself out of the initial shock he raised his hands to rub his face. Okay. Someone was playing a sick joke. They probably had no idea about all the reason Mukuro had to hate Byakuran (and vice versa), and they certainly didn't know the way that it had begun to eat at him in the last five years, settling a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach. Mukuro made it a point not to feel regret, but here it was, and it seemed to be here to stay.

He felt it now, a knot deep beneath his ribs, but with a hard swallow he cleared it away along with all his thoughts about it. There wasn't anything to do but tie back his hair and venture out into the unknown beyond the open door. Were those footsteps he could hear outside? It was too vague to tell. Perhaps it was an ambush waiting to tell him what was going on before they killed him and presented his head to some nameless mafia boss. The missing trident was like a dull ache that made his fingers curl around emptiness and mourn the weapon's loss, but his body was good enough a weapon against anyone unwary. He'd make do. After all, his illusions worked perfectly well without a ring, something that an enemy might not anticipate.

For the sake of making sure that he'd taken in all the information he could, he took his time browsing the room while he found hairties and put them to use; he even checked under the bed to see if there was any sort of surprise or recorder there, but the room seemed to be unbugged as far as he could tell, not that he could check every single crevice. He checked the bathroom while he was at it, too, and wrinkled his nose at the waft of familiar scents of his cologne collection. They'd brought everything--except his tools.

His initial shock was turning into frustration at the pointlessness of every single gesture here. Was that the point? To use no logic so that he was forced to flounder? Impossible, it was too stupid. With that in mind he stalked out the door on high alert, glancing each way before he closed the bedroom door behind him. Yes, those were definitely voices down the hall. What was this place? It felt off somehow. How did simple architecture manage to feel unusual? The click of his heels on the tile was too loud in this place, echoing down the silent corridor and sure to tip anyone off about his approach, but the chances were that someone around was behind this and would be anticipating him anyway.

That brought the last question, he thought with a frown. Did he meet them head-on or begin with an attack? No doubt they'd expect it. Mukuro paused quietly at the edge of a corner, listening to the approaching footsteps. Maybe he could catch someone by surprise. As the stranger drew close he straightened, eyes narrowed. A shadow, approaching...a foot midstep...and then a full view. What had been a condescending smirk on Mukuro's lips dipped into a mildly irritated frown. Was that a puppet? "If Torikabuto's involved in this, someone's going to hurt," he said quietly, looking sideways at the stranger as he folded his arm. If there was any spark of recognition at that, he could make a move.


White Flag Idiot

[Slenderling]

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I WILL ERASE THE SCARS OF THAT BROKEN BODY xx AND EVEN THE HIDDEN TEARS OF THAT SHATTERED SPIRIT xx I'LL HOLD YOUR HAND TIGHT AND BELIEVE IN YOU
I WILL ERASE THE SCARS OF THAT BROKEN BODY xx AND EVEN THE HIDDEN TEARS OF THAT SHATTERED SPIRIT xx I'LL HOLD YOUR HAND TIGHT AND BELIEVE IN YOU
I WILL ERASE THE SCARS OF THAT BROKEN BODY xx AND EVEN THE HIDDEN TEARS OF THAT SHATTERED SPIRIT xx I'LL HOLD YOUR HAND TIGHT AND BELIEVE IN YOU

tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab ↘↘↘ _____ Karuta Roromiya

tab tab tab tab tab tab tab ↺ Feeling confused & hungry tab ↺ With no one, yet tab ↺ Location heading towards the cafeteria

Karuta Roromiya was fairly certain she was dreaming, in fact she was almost positive. Never before in her life had she believed it was possible to be in a land made out of all her favorite candies and deserts, but here she stood on top of a cake mountain staring down at a chocolate milk lake and cookie lily pads. Her mouth watered as she eyed up the landscape. Tall Lollipop tree's swayed in a delicious scented breeze as Karuta hurriedly made her way down the hill, picking gumdrops off of bushes and munching on them quiet happily. She didn't care if it was a dream or not, for all she cared she could have died and gone to heaven as long as she could stay here and enjoy this tasty wonderland for an eternity. Down by the chocolate lake she heard a familiar voice calling her as her deep red eyes scanned the area. She spotted him almost instantaneously, "Watanuki-kun" she muttered softly as the boy she had a crush on approached her, she waved and as he neared he opened his mouth to speak but the voice that followed did not fit. "Gooooood morning!"

Karuta's eyes fluttered open as she shot up in bed, her head spun and her stomach lurched at the sudden movement. "Ugh, did I eat something bad again?" she muttered under her breath as she held her stomach and glanced down at the unfamiliar sheets of the bed. Over head the same female voice from her dream rambled on about being a 'guest' and something about a cafeteria before an unfamiliar song began to play. Karuta examined the room she was in, finding pictures of Watanuki hanging about with giant red x's across his face. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" she asked allowed as the voice over head chimed in again. "blah blah blah.....It's also your wedding ring and how you get outta here!" that last bit caught the pink haired girls attention. A wedding ring? What?! She turned her eyes down to her ring finger and eyed the black band curiously, that definitely wasn't there before and wait a minute, how did she even get here in the first place? What exactly was this place anyways? So many questions so few answers.

"Without a pulse it works much like pouring gasoline on a fire and only adds to you problems." this was a joke, this had to be a joke. Karuta stared wide-eyed at the box sitting on the stand across the room, she felt the queasy sensation return to her stomach as a feeling of horror washed over her. "This really isn't funny!" she whined aloud as she jumped out from the bed and paced across the room. Basically what that annoying women voice was saying was she was stuck here, if she didn't leave she'd have to listen to this obnoxious song for all eternity. So what was she supposed to do? Go out and get married to some stranger? That seemed silly. Letting out a groan, Karuta flung herself back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as she tried to sort out all the thoughts that were rushing around in her head. Her stomach let out a growl then and she moaned, it looked like she wouldn't be staying her for long. Without much other choice she got up from the bed once more, walked over to the door and lifted her finger to the scanner, watching as it was scanned and the door slowly open. "This is weird.... this is very, very weird."

Carefully Karuta made her way down the hallway, she wondered about her home and her friends, was she the only one here or were the others here? What about Watanuki? Why was his face crossed out like that? Leave the past behind... that's what the voice said. Following the arrows, the girl made her way towards the cafeteria area, hoping that at the very least this place had something tasty in stock to eat. Otherwise this whole ordeal was going to be a lot worse than it already was.




YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRE
YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRE
YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRExx YOUR HAND SET THE WORLD ON FIRE

[Femme Mantis]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"You've got heaven in your eyes, you can be mine and I'll be yours."

His life had just begun to get happy again, he was on the road to making friends, living a life free of fighting. He was going to be a normal boy and go to school, going to sit with Yuuma and laugh, play Duel Monsters and hang out...Even in his sleep he smiled, it would be a happy day...A happy day...A female voice shattered the silence and green eyes snapped open immediately wincing in pain as a hand came up, fingers pulling through the thick pink curls of his bangs before moving downwards to the darker, maroon under part of his hair that flipped out.

What happened? Trey groaned, his eyes flicking to the black band on his finger and the words marriage reached him, his blood ran cold unwilling to look up for the moment as a song began to roar through the air, the upbeat tune just adding to the dull throbbing in his skull that wanted to end. This was a joke, he chuckled a bit. "IV, V? You can stop kidding, I know it's just marker." he called out expecting his siblings to emerge, laughing but...No one came. Frowning he looked around to the pictures, his stomach sank immediately.

Yuuma, those were pictures of Yuuma on the wall...Exed out? What did that voice mean by the past? The pink haired boy jumped to his feet, a surge of anger and worry rushing through him. "What do you mean forget about the past?! Where's Yuuma?! What did you do to him?!" he demanded loudly, no answer came and the boy began rubbing violently at the ring to no avail. Ignoring the taunts about cutting off the finger Trey balled up his fists.

There was no way out of this without scanning the finger, this tattoo was real then and his key to the outside world? Giving an experimental swipe the lock clicked and curiosity drove him to swipe his finger under the scanner a second time. Ok, he was betrothed but to whom? It was best to comply for now and ask questions when the moment arose. It wouldn't be the first time he had been used but last time...He shook his head an glanced to the scanner, Karuta Roromiya? Sounded female.

Shrugging the boy opened the door only after locating his dueling deck and putting it securely on his person before stepping into the hall. Already up ahead he could hear voices, people who sounded lost, footsteps. Well the voice said to gather in the cafeteria and that there were signs. He sighed out loud rounding the corner pausing only to glance at the arrows before moving, determined to see who else had ended up in this situation. So far no voice sounded familiar, just as lost as he was to this situation. Everyone here must be in the same predicament.

Location Room - Halls ● Feeling Confused & Concerned ● Company No one?

[Snake of Clearing Eyes]

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It was the noise that awoke Hinako as she tossed and turned in the bed, her dreams fraught with things too vivid to be just something that her mind tossed together. Pods of purple and pink falling from the sky, and dancing her heart out for the god that was so desperately needed to bring down the massive-- "Hibiki!" She cried out, fear gripping her in it's icy claws as she reached for her phone and the demons within... only to find that it wasn't where she normally kept her phone. Where did it go? That was her lifeline and the only way to protect herself and her...friends... where was she? She looked around at the room that she was trapped in, getting up and moving towards the door to find that it wouldn't open.

Not only that, the walls were decorated with crudely made hearts and, had she any suspicions that she was still safe within the walls of jp's, the music playing would have rid her of any hope that she was still there. There was no way that a man like Yamato Hotsuin would allow that to happen.

She looked down at her hand, seeing that there was indeed a marking as a voice had proclaimed and she was to leave the room. Well that she could do. Perhaps get her phone back so that she could keep an eye on her friends and know when one of them was in danger? Well, it was a longshot, perhaps Nicaea wouldn't even work? Or maybe she wouldn't get the phone back? It was something that she would have to find out at a later time, she decided as she went to the door and did as the voice had said while her stomach grumbled. And it seems that she wasn't the only one that had come out for food.

Indeed two others, one dressed in white with long red hair much like her own and another lady were already in the hall! "Hello there, perhaps you could tell me where it is that I could get my phone back?"


Tetra Ka

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