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Jo(shu)
"What a bother. Ufufufufufu." As Jo(shu) entered the room, a heavy presence fell over him. It wasn't an oppressive, smothering aura of power like great demons or Fiends, but instead seemed to creep up his spine and send a shiver down it all at the same time. A creeping, unnatural sensation, that made his entire body tingle. "I don't want to get up...but all these voices just keep pestering me. Ufufufufufu." Darkness began to crawl over the room, and all the scenery seemed to fade away, except for a silhouette sitting in the corner of Jo(shu)'s vision. A faint amount of light seemed to come from behind him, but the source of it seemed unclear. Hair, face, all features were obscured except for the faint outline in the absolute darkness, and yet the same chilling sensation gnawed at the Summoner no matter how long he stared at it. "Don't they realize I just want to rest a while? Don't they realize I just want to take it...easy?" He hissed, and an eye opened in the silhouette, a pale golden eye that shown in the darkness despite the absence of light. "Rose and Raidou and Mao Yoshi Saiga-I HATE THEM ALL! Heroes and heartaches a lunchbox on the rooftop it's all so stupid. I'm. not. having. fun. anymore."
The body shot from it's crouched position, standing and smiling as razor sharp white teeth became clear in the darkness, a wide smile that mouthed the words and laughed even as a blood red tongue danced behind the gnashing whites before it. The body slowly leaned this way and that, swaying in the darkness like someone who'd been worn thin and barely had the strength to move anymore, but still the puppet had drug itself to its feet through strength that could not be seen. "You feel it too, don't you? The slithering, tingling feeling crawling up your back ready to latch on like a nightmare. That's the responsibility, and we. don't. want it. Why don't you say something? Send Raidou to hell, feed Mao his own teeth, bury that dirty b***h Rose in the dirt at your feet. Because I'm just...so...tired. Ufufufufufu." The laughter was unsettling, the ring of the truth a bit harsher. And behind him at the edge of the floor a boiling red color seemed to gather, filtering up and illuminating the wall with a flame-like flicker. A moppy head of hair could be seen now, and the clothes seemed a bit loose, but the features were still indistinct. "Why don't you say something? Speak up! I want an ANSWER, damn it! Why don't you explain already, so even I can understand! I deserve an answer after all, on why my life is in shambles, don't I? After all, you ARE me!"
Fire burst from the floor surrounding them, and the darkness that had seemed so impervious disappeared in an instant. The entire room was lit a molten red, lava flowing on all five sides of their star-shaped platform, with rock stretching up above and enclosing them in a place that seemed disconnected from the world. And there, standing in front of Jo(shu) was the spitting image of himself, though the skin was paler and the features he'd noticed before hadn't faded, besides. The whole room seemed to eminent a sense of dread that hadn't been there before, and with it came the ominous echo of a music throughout the halls, underscoring the dramatic fair that had transpired. Golden eyes glared at Jo(shu) accusingly, laying bare his deepest feelings.
"What a bother. Ufufufufufu." As Jo(shu) entered the room, a heavy presence fell over him. It wasn't an oppressive, smothering aura of power like great demons or Fiends, but instead seemed to creep up his spine and send a shiver down it all at the same time. A creeping, unnatural sensation, that made his entire body tingle. "I don't want to get up...but all these voices just keep pestering me. Ufufufufufu." Darkness began to crawl over the room, and all the scenery seemed to fade away, except for a silhouette sitting in the corner of Jo(shu)'s vision. A faint amount of light seemed to come from behind him, but the source of it seemed unclear. Hair, face, all features were obscured except for the faint outline in the absolute darkness, and yet the same chilling sensation gnawed at the Summoner no matter how long he stared at it. "Don't they realize I just want to rest a while? Don't they realize I just want to take it...easy?" He hissed, and an eye opened in the silhouette, a pale golden eye that shown in the darkness despite the absence of light. "Rose and Raidou and Mao Yoshi Saiga-I HATE THEM ALL! Heroes and heartaches a lunchbox on the rooftop it's all so stupid. I'm. not. having. fun. anymore."
The body shot from it's crouched position, standing and smiling as razor sharp white teeth became clear in the darkness, a wide smile that mouthed the words and laughed even as a blood red tongue danced behind the gnashing whites before it. The body slowly leaned this way and that, swaying in the darkness like someone who'd been worn thin and barely had the strength to move anymore, but still the puppet had drug itself to its feet through strength that could not be seen. "You feel it too, don't you? The slithering, tingling feeling crawling up your back ready to latch on like a nightmare. That's the responsibility, and we. don't. want it. Why don't you say something? Send Raidou to hell, feed Mao his own teeth, bury that dirty b***h Rose in the dirt at your feet. Because I'm just...so...tired. Ufufufufufu." The laughter was unsettling, the ring of the truth a bit harsher. And behind him at the edge of the floor a boiling red color seemed to gather, filtering up and illuminating the wall with a flame-like flicker. A moppy head of hair could be seen now, and the clothes seemed a bit loose, but the features were still indistinct. "Why don't you say something? Speak up! I want an ANSWER, damn it! Why don't you explain already, so even I can understand! I deserve an answer after all, on why my life is in shambles, don't I? After all, you ARE me!"
Fire burst from the floor surrounding them, and the darkness that had seemed so impervious disappeared in an instant. The entire room was lit a molten red, lava flowing on all five sides of their star-shaped platform, with rock stretching up above and enclosing them in a place that seemed disconnected from the world. And there, standing in front of Jo(shu) was the spitting image of himself, though the skin was paler and the features he'd noticed before hadn't faded, besides. The whole room seemed to eminent a sense of dread that hadn't been there before, and with it came the ominous echo of a music throughout the halls, underscoring the dramatic fair that had transpired. Golden eyes glared at Jo(shu) accusingly, laying bare his deepest feelings.
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Red
The door suddenly slid shut as Red entered the room, and everything fell dark at once. Although the team was just on the other side of the door, not the faintest sound of life penetrated the unusual darkness at first. instead, a growing, writhing sensation seemed to wrap around Red and inch along his arms and up his legs, moving towards the core of the apprentice summoner. And somewhere in the room, at last a choked sob broke the silence, echoing against invisible walls and harassing Red with hollow whimpers. "Is...is someone there? Can someone help me, please?" Golden eyes opened and met Red's, stuttered breath breaking up the words and tears shining the golden orbs like jewels. Although the darkness seemed impenetrable, the eyes were strangely visible, and yet the mere sight only caused the tension in Red's body to increase. "I hate it here. It's dark, and everywhere I look there are monsters in the shadows. I don't want to know if there are Demons around every corner...but when I look, there are eyes in the shadows, monsters in the mirror. I'm so afraid...I just want to forget. Ignorance is bliss, isn't that what they say? Hee hee *hick* hee..."
Light began to filter into the room, falling over the opposite figure. A red cap cast a shadow over his eyes, fingerless gloves wrapped around his knees as he sat in the fetal position, but the strange golden eyes never wavered or blinked, fixated on their human equivalent. "I want someone to come, and help me forget it all again. I can only do so much, so why should anyone pin their hopes on me? Why can't they realize that I'm...I'm just scared. I'm so irredeemably scared, I want to shut up my doors and lock all the windows and forget that the demons have ever existed! If people get eaten, if someone is sacrificed, that's not my fault, is it? Whether I try to stop them or not, the Demons are always going to find a way. And the next time I act, I could end up impaled on an oversized incisor, a lump of dead meat too tough to digest, for all my trouble. I'm...I'm just so...Hee hee hee..." The voice was his own, but the words weren't something that he'd normally say. But they weren't something he didn't feel, at least somewhere in the pit of his stomach, and that had to make them all the more piercing. "You agree don't you? After all, you are me. Always lying to impress others, putting on a brave face. But every time your knees knock, the truth comes out...you're not honest about who you really are. I feel afraid all the same...I'm so afraid, all the time...because you're in danger, and yet you never run away. Why aren't I hiding? Why are you screaming, why aren't you running!? It all goes through my mind when I see the danger coming, but you just keep denying it, denying your true feelings...denying our feelings. What is the point of letting you be, when you never listen? You ignore your voice, you ignore the truth...you are me, and I'm sick of pretending to be something I've never been. Hee hee hee..." The light slowly began to tint red, as each word clawed into Red's psyche, and dug deeper into the fleshy skull of the Summoner that had spawned the look-alike from inside the recesses of his mind. The feeling moving along his limbs, the icy grip on the back of his neck, all became clear as he spoke, but the empty golden eyes never blinked as he spoke and the shattered soul never quite moved from it's seat, poking and prodding into the depths of the things Red had never spoken of but always seen. And then the room darkened for an instant.
Fire burst from the floor surrounding them, and the darkness that had seemed so impervious disappeared in an instant. The entire room was lit a molten red, lava flowing on all five sides of their star-shaped platform, with rock stretching up above and enclosing them in a place that seemed disconnected from the world. And there, standing in front of Red was the spitting image of himself, though the skin was paler and the features he'd noticed before hadn't faded, besides. The whole room seemed to eminent a sense of dread that hadn't been there before, and with it came the ominous echo of a music throughout the halls, underscoring the dramatic fair that had transpired. Golden eyes glared at Red accusingly, laying bare his deepest feelings.
The door suddenly slid shut as Red entered the room, and everything fell dark at once. Although the team was just on the other side of the door, not the faintest sound of life penetrated the unusual darkness at first. instead, a growing, writhing sensation seemed to wrap around Red and inch along his arms and up his legs, moving towards the core of the apprentice summoner. And somewhere in the room, at last a choked sob broke the silence, echoing against invisible walls and harassing Red with hollow whimpers. "Is...is someone there? Can someone help me, please?" Golden eyes opened and met Red's, stuttered breath breaking up the words and tears shining the golden orbs like jewels. Although the darkness seemed impenetrable, the eyes were strangely visible, and yet the mere sight only caused the tension in Red's body to increase. "I hate it here. It's dark, and everywhere I look there are monsters in the shadows. I don't want to know if there are Demons around every corner...but when I look, there are eyes in the shadows, monsters in the mirror. I'm so afraid...I just want to forget. Ignorance is bliss, isn't that what they say? Hee hee *hick* hee..."
Light began to filter into the room, falling over the opposite figure. A red cap cast a shadow over his eyes, fingerless gloves wrapped around his knees as he sat in the fetal position, but the strange golden eyes never wavered or blinked, fixated on their human equivalent. "I want someone to come, and help me forget it all again. I can only do so much, so why should anyone pin their hopes on me? Why can't they realize that I'm...I'm just scared. I'm so irredeemably scared, I want to shut up my doors and lock all the windows and forget that the demons have ever existed! If people get eaten, if someone is sacrificed, that's not my fault, is it? Whether I try to stop them or not, the Demons are always going to find a way. And the next time I act, I could end up impaled on an oversized incisor, a lump of dead meat too tough to digest, for all my trouble. I'm...I'm just so...Hee hee hee..." The voice was his own, but the words weren't something that he'd normally say. But they weren't something he didn't feel, at least somewhere in the pit of his stomach, and that had to make them all the more piercing. "You agree don't you? After all, you are me. Always lying to impress others, putting on a brave face. But every time your knees knock, the truth comes out...you're not honest about who you really are. I feel afraid all the same...I'm so afraid, all the time...because you're in danger, and yet you never run away. Why aren't I hiding? Why are you screaming, why aren't you running!? It all goes through my mind when I see the danger coming, but you just keep denying it, denying your true feelings...denying our feelings. What is the point of letting you be, when you never listen? You ignore your voice, you ignore the truth...you are me, and I'm sick of pretending to be something I've never been. Hee hee hee..." The light slowly began to tint red, as each word clawed into Red's psyche, and dug deeper into the fleshy skull of the Summoner that had spawned the look-alike from inside the recesses of his mind. The feeling moving along his limbs, the icy grip on the back of his neck, all became clear as he spoke, but the empty golden eyes never blinked as he spoke and the shattered soul never quite moved from it's seat, poking and prodding into the depths of the things Red had never spoken of but always seen. And then the room darkened for an instant.
Fire burst from the floor surrounding them, and the darkness that had seemed so impervious disappeared in an instant. The entire room was lit a molten red, lava flowing on all five sides of their star-shaped platform, with rock stretching up above and enclosing them in a place that seemed disconnected from the world. And there, standing in front of Red was the spitting image of himself, though the skin was paler and the features he'd noticed before hadn't faded, besides. The whole room seemed to eminent a sense of dread that hadn't been there before, and with it came the ominous echo of a music throughout the halls, underscoring the dramatic fair that had transpired. Golden eyes glared at Red accusingly, laying bare his deepest feelings.
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Asuka
As Asuka entered the room, light twinkled off the mirror ahead of her, while the door slowly creaked shut behind her. As the shadow slowly filled in the light once coming through the cracks of the door, a change in the atmosphere followed. However, just as the last beam was cut off, the shadow began to move; continuing along it's path, it crossed the walls, even the ambient light from before disappearing into a consuming darkness. And then like a threatening force a gust of cold wind blew against Asuka's skin, an unnatural chill that instantly went to the girl's heart. "Ugh, here I go again. It seems like I never get a break, running here, running there, cleaning up the mess of the so-called professionals. What the hell was the saying? If you want something done well, you do it yourself? Kukukuku..." A silvery light etched an outline where the mirror once was, the black silhouette of a female form contrasted by a wide, unusual smile that shone even in the dark. Two rows of pointy teeth bent in an overly large smile, a low chuckle ringing hollow in Asuka's ears.
"If Geirin's in such a predicament, maybe we should just kick him down and get it over with. No more of this fussing around with Kyouji...pfft, Kyouji. Skulking around, stabbing people in the back...what kind of master is that? I'd be better off on my own. Sure she talks a mean talk, and I'm learning about demons, but I wanted to be a hero. Someone capable of changing the world, and doing some good! But my believing in these people turned out to be nothing but a sack of s**t. Turns out the Yatagarasu are all talk, and here I am watching while everything spirals out of control in their hands. Believe in the Kuzunoha? Trust in Kyouji's teachings? As if. Kukukukuku. But the biggest disappointment, the one I really hate...who's so full of herself, and such a big, fat failure..." The voice was loud, unabashed, the mouth dance widely and laugh heartily as it spoke, but when it reached the end, the thing that it truly despised, it turned into an enormous frown in the darkness. And then two golden eyes opened, glaring with a smouldering, once repressed hatred towards Asuka as it spoke and brought to mind it's biggest disappointment. The one it'd met, who never deserved her name! "Is that DAMN Raidou. That bratty b***h sniveling and snorting, acting haughty and high and never backing it up. Weak. weak. weak. She's so damn WEAK and her head is in the damn clouds, and every time I think back on how I idolized her I feel my insides chewing themselves up and I want to vomit and spew at the me who believed in her it HURTS. Hurts hurts hurts hurts! Kukukukukuku!" The entire room seemed to shake as the creature continued to laugh, laugh and grip at it's head as it attempted to come to grips with the thoughts running freely through it's unbound head.
"We're always rationalizing and rationalizing and damn it why did it have to be HER!? A hero a prince a fighter and protector of the weak, weak weak weak BUT WHY IS SHE SO DAMN WEAK!? She's snobby and lazy and never lives up to my image but you keep making excuses and I'm so full of your s**t. Why are my idols so pathetic, so mutable, and such big fat damn disappointments? I would be a better Raidou! A better Kuzunoha! I'd be a better hero! I could save the people this city the Yatagarasu my friends and family and instead Raidou flirts and flees and I'm so ******** tired of it all! I am Asuka Bokuro, and I'm tired of being let down by these heroes or zeroes when all I can think is that by comparison I work and I scrape by and I swear I should be a ******** GOD. And I would grind Raidou beneath my boot like a piece of s**t. s**t. s**t!"
Fire burst from the floor surrounding them, and the darkness that had seemed so impervious disappeared in an instant. The entire room was lit a molten red, lava flowing on all five sides of their star-shaped platform, fire spewing high with each word the creature uttered as it nearly scraped the rock stretching up above and enclosing them in a place that seemed disconnected from the world. And there, standing in front of Asuka was the spitting image of herself, though the skin was paler and the features he'd noticed before hadn't faded, golden eye lit up with the hatred and sheer burden of their stupid ******** failure of a Kuzunoha she'd wasted so much time idolizing, casting it off now as she shouted with glee as she shook off the shackles that still bound the shell of her former self. The whole room seemed to eminent a sense of dread that hadn't been there before, and with it came the ominous echo of a music throughout the halls, underscoring the dramatic fair that had transpired. Golden eyes glared at Asuka accusingly, laying bare her deepest feelings. "Why don't we just say it, hm? Why don't you quit LYING to me, lying to YOURSELF and admit that your mentor was nothing but a failure! I can see everything you're hiding, and I WILL say the things you refuse to admit! Thanks to Raidou, we've only learned one thing in this town...you have to look out for yourself. Learn on your own, grow on your own, and if the chance appears snatch that god damn title and don't look back. She's an embarrassment...and if you won't act on it, I will!"
As Asuka entered the room, light twinkled off the mirror ahead of her, while the door slowly creaked shut behind her. As the shadow slowly filled in the light once coming through the cracks of the door, a change in the atmosphere followed. However, just as the last beam was cut off, the shadow began to move; continuing along it's path, it crossed the walls, even the ambient light from before disappearing into a consuming darkness. And then like a threatening force a gust of cold wind blew against Asuka's skin, an unnatural chill that instantly went to the girl's heart. "Ugh, here I go again. It seems like I never get a break, running here, running there, cleaning up the mess of the so-called professionals. What the hell was the saying? If you want something done well, you do it yourself? Kukukuku..." A silvery light etched an outline where the mirror once was, the black silhouette of a female form contrasted by a wide, unusual smile that shone even in the dark. Two rows of pointy teeth bent in an overly large smile, a low chuckle ringing hollow in Asuka's ears.
"If Geirin's in such a predicament, maybe we should just kick him down and get it over with. No more of this fussing around with Kyouji...pfft, Kyouji. Skulking around, stabbing people in the back...what kind of master is that? I'd be better off on my own. Sure she talks a mean talk, and I'm learning about demons, but I wanted to be a hero. Someone capable of changing the world, and doing some good! But my believing in these people turned out to be nothing but a sack of s**t. Turns out the Yatagarasu are all talk, and here I am watching while everything spirals out of control in their hands. Believe in the Kuzunoha? Trust in Kyouji's teachings? As if. Kukukukuku. But the biggest disappointment, the one I really hate...who's so full of herself, and such a big, fat failure..." The voice was loud, unabashed, the mouth dance widely and laugh heartily as it spoke, but when it reached the end, the thing that it truly despised, it turned into an enormous frown in the darkness. And then two golden eyes opened, glaring with a smouldering, once repressed hatred towards Asuka as it spoke and brought to mind it's biggest disappointment. The one it'd met, who never deserved her name! "Is that DAMN Raidou. That bratty b***h sniveling and snorting, acting haughty and high and never backing it up. Weak. weak. weak. She's so damn WEAK and her head is in the damn clouds, and every time I think back on how I idolized her I feel my insides chewing themselves up and I want to vomit and spew at the me who believed in her it HURTS. Hurts hurts hurts hurts! Kukukukukuku!" The entire room seemed to shake as the creature continued to laugh, laugh and grip at it's head as it attempted to come to grips with the thoughts running freely through it's unbound head.
"We're always rationalizing and rationalizing and damn it why did it have to be HER!? A hero a prince a fighter and protector of the weak, weak weak weak BUT WHY IS SHE SO DAMN WEAK!? She's snobby and lazy and never lives up to my image but you keep making excuses and I'm so full of your s**t. Why are my idols so pathetic, so mutable, and such big fat damn disappointments? I would be a better Raidou! A better Kuzunoha! I'd be a better hero! I could save the people this city the Yatagarasu my friends and family and instead Raidou flirts and flees and I'm so ******** tired of it all! I am Asuka Bokuro, and I'm tired of being let down by these heroes or zeroes when all I can think is that by comparison I work and I scrape by and I swear I should be a ******** GOD. And I would grind Raidou beneath my boot like a piece of s**t. s**t. s**t!"
Fire burst from the floor surrounding them, and the darkness that had seemed so impervious disappeared in an instant. The entire room was lit a molten red, lava flowing on all five sides of their star-shaped platform, fire spewing high with each word the creature uttered as it nearly scraped the rock stretching up above and enclosing them in a place that seemed disconnected from the world. And there, standing in front of Asuka was the spitting image of herself, though the skin was paler and the features he'd noticed before hadn't faded, golden eye lit up with the hatred and sheer burden of their stupid ******** failure of a Kuzunoha she'd wasted so much time idolizing, casting it off now as she shouted with glee as she shook off the shackles that still bound the shell of her former self. The whole room seemed to eminent a sense of dread that hadn't been there before, and with it came the ominous echo of a music throughout the halls, underscoring the dramatic fair that had transpired. Golden eyes glared at Asuka accusingly, laying bare her deepest feelings. "Why don't we just say it, hm? Why don't you quit LYING to me, lying to YOURSELF and admit that your mentor was nothing but a failure! I can see everything you're hiding, and I WILL say the things you refuse to admit! Thanks to Raidou, we've only learned one thing in this town...you have to look out for yourself. Learn on your own, grow on your own, and if the chance appears snatch that god damn title and don't look back. She's an embarrassment...and if you won't act on it, I will!"
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Yatsuda
Finally, with the last of the assembled apprentices, there was a similar scene beginning to play out to those that were happening with his fellow summoners; before him there was darkness, an empty space he walked forward into with little to see save a pair of suddenly visible eyes in the darkness...glimmering dangerously, narrowed as if peering directly into the top-hat wearing young warrior's soul. A shrill laughter escaped from invisible lips as though mocking the young man's entrance...as though surprised he would even dare to set foot upon hallowed ground such as this with such a meager power. But soon the laughter died away and was replaced with an almost terrified, shrill scream in a voice that sounded entirely too much like Yatsuda's own. The eyes closed, and nothing but a wide, white-toothed mouth appeared in the darkness, a grin that instantly faded into a terrified frown, the shriek escaping again as Yatsuda's confusion likely grew. This thing, whatever it was, had borne his eyes...albeit in a shade of gold...and now it spoke with his mouth, in his own voice. It's cries gave way to something almost akin to a whimper, a weakness that the eccentric young man was no doubt loathe to show to anyone...most of all himself.
"I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I can't stand it...! Ugh, I can't stand it when people misunderstand the way that I am!" the voice whined, a sob seeming choked in the back of its throat, barely held back by some sheer force of will...and as the moment passed and Yatsuda would begin to recognize this voice as his own, these thoughts as his own, he would begin to understand the true terror of the world into which he had ventured so foolishly and willingly, "Hihihihi...Just because I...just because I'm like this...so effeminate and eccentric...because I dress well and smile and speak so well...just because of that! I...they..." He choked up, unable to contain it...the voice seemed to break for a moment, a sob escaping before the sobs melted away into shrill screams...terror and pain, the sort of internal anguish that only the most tortured of souls could endure. This was the pain inside of him that he couldn't escape, that he didn't want to accept that he was feeling, and these were the hateful thoughts, aimed only at himself, that he tangled with in his heart-of-hearts. Yatsuda's fear of men...Yatsuda's laissez faire way of being...they were all entangled together into one mess of repressed memories and feelings, moments that he wanted to forget, and tried to make himself forget...but never quite could. These were the words and moments that the devil in the darkness spat back at him.
"I'm not like them! Hihihi...I hate guys like that...who misunderstand...who take advantage...! But most of all..." he paused as if to compose himself, his sobs melting away into a sudden heaviness and tension, the teeth clenching tightly in the darkness and giving way to the eyes, hard and cold and angry and staring right at him, "Most of all, I hate myself...isn't that right, me? I hate myself for being so weak and girly and for being unable to defend myself, unable to fight back and elaborate on just the type of person that I really am! I hate that when it came down to it, I couldn't even stop some fat, hairy-assed bastards from...NO! No...I hate them, but I hate myself more...you know that's the truth, don't you? After all, I AM you! And don't try to deny it! Nothing is more revealing than who we are in the dark, after all...and if YOU won't admit what you are...then I'll just have to reveal every last bit of what you've been through for ALL your new friends to see! And then we'll see just how much they respect you...oh, I'm sorry...respect us!"
The air grew heavy...an ominous presence rolled through the darkness...as if the wrong words, the wrong move, would set off a bomb within the dark and consume him. And yet he would have to act, one way or another...but Yatsuda's action would decide much. One way or another, it was about to begin...
Finally, with the last of the assembled apprentices, there was a similar scene beginning to play out to those that were happening with his fellow summoners; before him there was darkness, an empty space he walked forward into with little to see save a pair of suddenly visible eyes in the darkness...glimmering dangerously, narrowed as if peering directly into the top-hat wearing young warrior's soul. A shrill laughter escaped from invisible lips as though mocking the young man's entrance...as though surprised he would even dare to set foot upon hallowed ground such as this with such a meager power. But soon the laughter died away and was replaced with an almost terrified, shrill scream in a voice that sounded entirely too much like Yatsuda's own. The eyes closed, and nothing but a wide, white-toothed mouth appeared in the darkness, a grin that instantly faded into a terrified frown, the shriek escaping again as Yatsuda's confusion likely grew. This thing, whatever it was, had borne his eyes...albeit in a shade of gold...and now it spoke with his mouth, in his own voice. It's cries gave way to something almost akin to a whimper, a weakness that the eccentric young man was no doubt loathe to show to anyone...most of all himself.
"I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I can't stand it...! Ugh, I can't stand it when people misunderstand the way that I am!" the voice whined, a sob seeming choked in the back of its throat, barely held back by some sheer force of will...and as the moment passed and Yatsuda would begin to recognize this voice as his own, these thoughts as his own, he would begin to understand the true terror of the world into which he had ventured so foolishly and willingly, "Hihihihi...Just because I...just because I'm like this...so effeminate and eccentric...because I dress well and smile and speak so well...just because of that! I...they..." He choked up, unable to contain it...the voice seemed to break for a moment, a sob escaping before the sobs melted away into shrill screams...terror and pain, the sort of internal anguish that only the most tortured of souls could endure. This was the pain inside of him that he couldn't escape, that he didn't want to accept that he was feeling, and these were the hateful thoughts, aimed only at himself, that he tangled with in his heart-of-hearts. Yatsuda's fear of men...Yatsuda's laissez faire way of being...they were all entangled together into one mess of repressed memories and feelings, moments that he wanted to forget, and tried to make himself forget...but never quite could. These were the words and moments that the devil in the darkness spat back at him.
"I'm not like them! Hihihi...I hate guys like that...who misunderstand...who take advantage...! But most of all..." he paused as if to compose himself, his sobs melting away into a sudden heaviness and tension, the teeth clenching tightly in the darkness and giving way to the eyes, hard and cold and angry and staring right at him, "Most of all, I hate myself...isn't that right, me? I hate myself for being so weak and girly and for being unable to defend myself, unable to fight back and elaborate on just the type of person that I really am! I hate that when it came down to it, I couldn't even stop some fat, hairy-assed bastards from...NO! No...I hate them, but I hate myself more...you know that's the truth, don't you? After all, I AM you! And don't try to deny it! Nothing is more revealing than who we are in the dark, after all...and if YOU won't admit what you are...then I'll just have to reveal every last bit of what you've been through for ALL your new friends to see! And then we'll see just how much they respect you...oh, I'm sorry...respect us!"
The air grew heavy...an ominous presence rolled through the darkness...as if the wrong words, the wrong move, would set off a bomb within the dark and consume him. And yet he would have to act, one way or another...but Yatsuda's action would decide much. One way or another, it was about to begin...
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Jo(shu) has encountered Jo(shu) Doppleganger!
Red has encountered Red Doppleganger!
Asuka has encountered Asuka Doppleganger!
Yatsuda has encountered Yatsuda Doppleganger!
Red has encountered Red Doppleganger!
Asuka has encountered Asuka Doppleganger!
Yatsuda has encountered Yatsuda Doppleganger!
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Current Moon Phase: 5/8 Moon (Half Moon)
The Moon of the Dark World effects Demons. Certain phases can cause Demons to react differently, so paying attention as a Summoner is a must.
The Moon of the Dark World effects Demons. Certain phases can cause Demons to react differently, so paying attention as a Summoner is a must.
