Astral Cabal 2: Navy Blue

It's been a while since you came on board. Welcome to Istioploia. Don't worry-- We've almost reached our destination. Call this a 'relaxation joint' of sorts! Where are you now? Where are you going? Why ask?! We've almost reached your new future! Hang in a little bit longer. You've survived up to this point-- but survival isn't mandatory. It's time to see if you can live again.

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slam dunks this before endgame fck || Katsumi || ATTN: Shun

He was truly skeptical of the situation that they were all in, the fact that they've been transported into some place that they had little to no knowledge on. It was some place that linked the two classes- even the deceased could kick back into gear to greet the living! Although…what was going to happen? Were they going to have some kind of dramatic separation where they all go on their own ways, never to see each other?

(Wonderful.)

Katsumi nervously fiddled around with his fingers, his eyes looking among the crowd for someone, that certain someone that would make him feel safe from all this. He could feel himself slowly grow more and more nervous as his thoughts raced in his head, making him more fidgety than normal. Not him, not him, certainly not him— oh, there he was.

With the series of events going on, he almost thought that they've been separated! Not that it would make too much sense, but he just couldn't help but to feel somewhat anxious over that. He didn't know many people, nor did he made any attempts to go ahead and make more friends- so everyone made him on edge, nervous, even more sour than he was before. At least the mastermind seemed to be more better than some individuals in this place- not to say that their actions were completely excused. Of course not. 

Quietly walking over in the direction of where Shun was, he extends a hand to grab and give a light tug on the fabric of Shun's shirt to get his attention. Okay, maybe there could have been other better methods, but he didn't really think yelling across the room would have been fun.

(As if that was the only thing he could have done. Ah, well, he never really thought too much outside of the box.)

"...Shun."

Okay. What topic was there he could say. Well Fuck!

"...........H...Hi. Hey. Hello. Are you feeling okay? S...Since we were sorta...transported. And stuff! Yeah."

What the fuck.

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ENDGAME ANNOUNCEMENT

... hello, everybody. in case you don't know me too well, let me introduce myself. my name is lexi. i'm 15, gay, and kind of pissed.

ok that sounded so serious but in all actuality joel's been a bit busy and i've been playing pokemon bc im a piec of shit so since my thanksgiving break starts wednesday we're gonna post endgame some time between wednesday-saturday instead

i see a few people still threading, so go ahead and continue to do that in the meantime!! maybe i'll post a quick event or two to tide everybody over (wowowowoow)

thanks for sticking with us thru our Busy Times and rememebr: u cna have a gr8 day if u make it a gr8 day buhbye

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Sophie is several days late with Starbucks|Dimitri|re: Mari, whomever

So all this stuff happened and Dimitri was confused and upset. Mostly, he was confused. So Tsubame was the bad guy, huh? It didn't surprise him, honestly. When she burned his stuff, he was hurt. Ok, not just hurt: he wanted to do something he never thought he would ever wish to do... He wanted to beat her skull in. And not only for that either: Because she technically was the whole reason they were here. Because she hurt Mari and the others. And when Mari hurt her? Honestly, he was rooting for her to be killed right then and there. ...Well, he did kill two people too, now didn't he? So, didn't that make sense then? That he'd be such an ugly and violent person? Whatever the case, he sought out the girl whom he could never touch again. Whom he desperately wished to hold onto. Everyone else, save for Sunmi could honestly screw off, far as he was concerned. None of the others were there for him when it mattered most. And he hurt Sunmi....both physically and emotionally. Would she be able to trust again after this? Would Mari? At least K, Hoshiko and Hans had been here when he needed them. At least they were kind to him when it mattered. ...Despite murdering two people in cold blood. He was gross. A murderer. Disgusting. Did Mari even want to see him anymore? Even now, he still wasn't sure. Even as a hologram, this was too good to be true. Just to see her face, that was. Quietly, he tried calling out her name. Would it catch her ears? Regardless, he dropped that 'fake accent' act in the last few moments or whatever. Foreign though he may be, Dimitri spoke pretty decent Japanese. The accent was only for a cute factor. So people could help him out. But here, he was too scared to seek much more than someone to be with him in his final moments.  ...He was scared of disappearing, even if he was bad. 

"...Mari-chan? Are you here?"

For a hologram, he was sure shivering a lot.  

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Naomi Akiyama | zoom 2 the kazoom | @kazumi

Naomi has a lot of people she needs to speak to. Some of them higher up on that list than others. Some will probably try to kill her.

After speaking to Genji, she seeks out another of her classmates. The first one she finds that she ought to speak to is Kazumi.

Naomi is faced with the fact that she really screwed them all over for the bear's stupid ploy. Naomi really was an imbecile of the worst kind, but she shouldn't allow herself to be a coward as well.

She approaches the Sengoku Enthusiast.

"...Hey."

Yep, surely with those inspiring words the woman will forgive you for murdering three of her classmates.

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Moves nerds, the cool kids arrive | Atohi | ATTN: Genji

Rushing through the halls, Atohi seemed rather anxious as he scanned for someone.

Perhaps he was not here-

"Ah, Genji-san-"

Without another word, the herbalist quickly strided over to the archer, quickly scooping him up and rushing off to parts unknown. 

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Masanori | I forgot how to write whoops | Endgame - RE. Rosimar

Everything felt like it was moving in fast forward. They all put in their votes, the Mastermind had been revealed and it all seemed like it would be over. 

He had nothing to say, nothing that could even form a word when Sachiko spoke up everything. There was no reaction even. Not from him, and he barely heard anything from them all either. 

Of course upon the finale of that part the next one seemed to kick it into high gear right away. It all seemed a blur honestly.

And finally. Everything seemed to finally slow down. Standing in all of this it took him a rather long time to really realize everything that had really happened. It was kind of amazing that he just stood there completely confused for a few moments. 

Finally though he was somewhat snapped out of it by the sudden contact of a hug from Rosimar. Well that was unexpected.

Shoulders stiffening for a moment before realizing who it was and what was actually happening. 

The moment that Rosimar released him from it, unable to really find a word or really, anything, while in the embrace. He hadn't learned many coping skills for contact during that horrible stay hadn't he?

But, he blinked as he tried to think of a response or really. Any kind of words to say. He enjoyed his silence. 

"I-I'm fine.. Everything is just. Going by very fast." 

Finally a smile seemed to finally come across his face. The statement was a bit odd perhaps for someone of his profession, fast was a good thing in those situations, but this was a different kind of fast. Don't ask him to explain much there, he doesn't quite get it either. 

"I-I'm sorry I'm still... Catching up." 

He reaches up and runs a hand through his hand, keeping his bags out of his face for a moment. 

"It really is great... That we finally got out."

He was still smiling at the least, he could tell this was a good things. With all the people bustling about and the reaction from Rosimar... He was catching onto how it was being shown that they were all happy. 

Not that he wasn't, it just felt weird to not show anything. As he had perhaps wanted to. He felt just a bit more confusing than usual honestly. 

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One More Time || Akira || Endgame Reaction || Open

Akira barely had time to react to the entire trial. Everything was moving too fast. He didn't even have the energy to defend himself when Sachiko made the snide remark. He was just disappointed in the reasoning. The people who became his friends had died. A few of them at least remained standing around him, but the body count outweighed this. The only thing he could react to was the mention of cameras watching the entire time, to which he nervously side-glanced Atohi.

Then it was all a blurr, those last few minutes. The yelling, the rush to get onto the skii lift. Everything. The stress of the situation caused his ears to ring and his eyes to water. He should be happy! He was going home! But... going home to what, exactly?

Certainly there wasn't a normal life outside this ice center. Especially if the world could watch something as grotesque as this. Was his mom alright? Would everything be okay? The questions weighed on his mind as he stared out the helicopter and into the snow...

Then came Istioploia. The room was warm and inviting, and seeing everyone happily talking again... well, it definitely lightened his spirits. He had to cherish this moment, for who knows how long hope would last again after this time.

So he ran up to the first person he saw, and beamed a huge smile. Stranger or not, he was going to toss his happiness everywhere.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Dude, we made it! We're alive!! I'm so friggen' happy right now you wouldn't even believe!" he practically bounced. "God, that whole thing was hell... Never wanna go through that again..."

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Encore || Valentina || RE: Kazumi

And the curtain... rose again?

"...Ah?"

Oh gosh. This was disorientating. Even if she'd had some luck that some of the other... dead students? Holograms? 'Data' hadn't managed, spawning on a chair somewhere in... whatever their new location was. 

Wait, was this a boat of some kind? Oh! These were familiar! How often she'd been on one of these! How many times had she simply been sitting around, kicking her legs back and forth as she stared out the window, lost in her own thoughts... honestly, too many to count. But this... this was something of a different scenario. 

Which meant there was no time to be sitting around!

Truthfully, when Valentina jumped up from her sudden seat and practically bounced away to start her exploration, she had originally been set on finding a certain few people. One in particular really, just to, well... check something had actually really happened, and that it wasn't all just some strange, unconsciousness-induced dream. Oh, she really did need to stop waking up place with questionable memory...

Honestly though, Valentina was feeling quite at home as she moved through the ship; much more content than she had been upon waking up at the sea centre or that other strange place. As a result she was still more than cheerful when her movement was interrupted, turning to the other girl with a bright smile. 

"Ehe! That's correct!" Her hands tugged the skirts on her dress as appropriate for a curtesy- gosh, she hadn't done that for a while! "Valentina Rose, former resident of Okeanos sea centre-!"

...Hold on.

"...Morino-chan? Ah! Ming as well! We've actually met face to face! Do you remember? We used that device in a 'transmission centre', I believe we've talked before..!"

Someone's completely forgotten about being a hologram. 

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Weesnaw, Atohi-chan. Weesnaw. | Marco | Hallway | ATTN: Atohi

The idea of not really being here physically still weirded Marco out. Venturing around, he couldn't help but glance down at his hands, or his shoes, or at his reflection whenever he passed by a smooth surface. How much longer was he going to have to walk around and talk to everyone? What all was there left to say? What should he do for now?

A part of him wanted to check out where Zach got that trombone from. It'd be nice to play the guitar one last time. Maybe he could take it with him.. wherever he was going. With nothing to lose Marco turned on his heel and headed towards where he thought the Music room was.

Out of all the places for someone to be there was someone standing right in the middle of the hallway in his way. Fantastic. Wasn't this someone from his class? The.. herbalist, or something? That sounded right. Whoever this guy was he was gonna need to move on out of Marco's way. He was on a mission!

When he drew close enough Marco extended his hand with every intention of tapping Atohi on the shoulder.

"Ey, you're in my-"

Uh oh.

In attempting to get Atohi's attention Marco watched his hand not press against Atohi's shoulder but sink in, as if he was incorporeal. God, he really felt like a ghost now.

".... Sure, sure, they have funding for all of this but not for better working holograms, huh? amazing."

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I told nik i would do this || Hoshiko || ATTN:

["I like my frogs like I like my coffee...strong...٩(●˙▿˙●)۶…⋆ฺ"]

She didn't even give a shit anymore. Everyone else could have their fun, she just wanted to have a fun time while everyone else ignored her. Memed on!

Shout out to Lil Nik.

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Reincarnation | Ryouta...? | [ATTN: Masami]

Many things happened in the past few weeks. Ryouta could not deny that much. The last trial especially had been a doozy. The events that followed were considered a blur. He had expected being tossed into a frantic life due to his choice in career, but this was another level entirely.

Upon waking up, the male had remembered how difficult it had been to even think of sleeping. He raised his bandaged hand up into the air and hovered it over his face, staring dumbly at it as if he had no idea what it was. He waved it very weakly and turned it before letting it lower safely to his side again. He had tossed and turned that night, and his eyes had been wide open. No, they were still wide open.

Having let his thoughts through the night drift with the rocking of the group's new location, he could only think of his "new future." They were going somewhere, that much he was sure of.

The fear of meeting one person, her name rolling off his tongue oh too easily, began to set in and haunt him. Previously he wished so desperately just to see her again and seek her counsel, but now he could not bear the very idea of what she had to say to him should they ever meet once more.

After the wake up call, Ryouta rose from his position on the bed and reached for his familiar shades. Holding them in his hands, he stroke a few fingers over his creation very hesitantly, a frown finding its way onto his face.

With a quick action, the private investigator snapped the shades in half. He winced as he destroyed them. Looking at the remains in his hands, he stuffed them into his pocket and grabbed his prescription glasses instead.

...It had been a while.

Descending to the floor, he quickly took care of some business (albeit with a little difficulty). The faster he could get used to this the better.

Surveying the larger crowd of people roaming about, the raven-haired male was quick on his feet to hunt down the businessman. Reaching out to grab his shoulder, he opted out to lightly 'knock' on it with the back of his hand.

"Masami Kinoshita-dono...? G-G... Good morning, I hope things are going well for you..."

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Become Detectives | Kazumi | Tountra Section | ATTN: Sun-mi

Kazumi was honestly stumped to see that both stations were still present, but on a boat. How was this possible? After all, the stations didn't exactly look like as if they could be recreated on a ship, but here they were. It must be a really, really big ship then, right?

Even though she was curious to see how the sea center was, her feets led her ultimately to the tountra center. Maybe she felt nostalgic, despite the dreadful things that happened here? After all, this was the place where she had met many of her friends, so it wouldn't do her any good to forget about it.

Some people were roaming around too - some familiar faces and some she didn't recognize at all. It was obvious they were from Okeanos. She had already talked to Valentina and it still hurt to know that she didn't make it... though at least, they could still talk to each other! Ming had been happy, as well.

Then, she was stopped by an extended arm and the redhead turned her head around to meet the one whose arm it belonged to. It was a blonde-and-blue-haired girl with a burn scar on her cheek and interally, Kazumi asked herself how this had happened. It looked like as if it had hurt really much...

"Ah yes, I was indeed a member of the Tountra Station! And batteries, you say? Hmm... I do not think I saw them anywhere when we stayed here, but then again, I never had the need to require them for myself! So it might be possible that there are batteries somewhere!"

Just keep it short and say you're going to help her, jesus, Kazumi.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Choi-dono! As for humble me, I am Morino Kazumi, the SHSL Sengoku Enthusiast! And these swords- ah, pardon me, this sword isn't real, but made out of plastic! I originally had two, but I left one behind in order to carry the blade of a friend of mine. I returned it to him, that's why my other scabbard is empty as of now."

It's like she said - only one of the scabbards actually contained a sword while the other one was empty. Huh, that's odd.

"We could look around in the lobby or lounge... maybe the party room, as well? These might be possible locations for batteries... though for clues as to what is exactly going on, we would need to search through the entire ship! Very well, I shall accompany you! I am interested in the truth as well!"

Kazumi joined your party!

God be with ye.

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reunion | tsubame | attn: zach

This was all so overwhelming for the petite lady. Too overwhelming, really. She'd been quite accustomed to the sea center, and this place, despite its similarities, simply did not suffice. The last thing she needed -- or was comfortable doing -- was asking for directions. Now, when she saw other people, she would veer off and take a different path. Away from them, she'd hoped. There were only a few people she needed to talk to, and the rest... well, she'd do her best to avoid them, for the time being.

Frankly, Tsubame was terrified as to how they'd all treat her.

She kept going, nevertheless, now keeping her gaze plastered to the ground. Trying that hard to avoid everyone was futile. Eventually someone was going to notice her. She might as well cease her insistent caring about that and simply focus on finding some dorms and a stray jacket or blanket or the like. Something to keep her warm. There had to be a set of rooms around here somewhere... So she tilted her chin up solely to look for any sign of the desired destination, instead finding...

Just the person she'd been trying to locate, actually. Or, one of the people she'd been trying to find.

Should she..?

No, now wasn't the time to second-guess herself. She would.

After a deep breath, she decided upon walking over to him. She wasn't sure as to how the encounter would play out, but... they'd been friends forever, hadn't they? Before all this... Yes, she remembered it far too well. So surely he, of all people, would present a reasonable response. Surely he'd be kind.

"Tictac..? Erm, Zach... Hey, 't's... 't's me, Tsuba."

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15 minutes late to the reactions w/ starbucks | K | Endgamu | i guess its open

Okay so this was a bit much for the Cat Boi. First he's held hostage. Then murdered by a knight guy. Then he lived in a dead world, where he broke a sweet girls heart and told a nice guy that somebody dear to him was never going to come back, and now he's a hologram?

"What the actual fuck is even happening. This really isn't cool. So uncool. Like, the most uncool. I'm not even angry. I'm just annoyed that my eternal unresting rest has been disturbed by the prospect of being a hologram and having to interact with other human beings, except they're actually alive."

K knew he should probably be acting differently. But to be honest, all malice and hatred and the such has faded away. He doesn't see the point in being angry anymore, since it causes more tension. Now he's just annoyed and bored with this whole ordeal.

"I'm going to sit down and have a hologram cat nap."

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Making up with Classmates | Atohi | ATTN: Johannes

"Ah.. hmm..."

Rubbing the scars etched across his face, the herbalist gave a sigh. They had left the ice lodged they had been imprisoned in for so many days, and now they were free.

It felt like a fading dream...

And all too unfortunately it was not. The lines running down his cheek were a reminder that those bloody days happened...

And here he was. Left with a parting gift of his actions...

Atohi pouted, self conscious of his marks now, despite the reassurance of Akira. Squeezing his face now, the herbalist groaned, as if he squeezed hard enough, the marks would go away.

And the memories as well...

...

Lifting his hand, Atohi found the scars to still be there.

"..."

With his labor in vain, the herbalist let out another sigh, thoughtlessly roaming around the ship's interior. Running into another student was not a event he was hoping for right now.

"Ah, hello again, Mr. Johannes-san."

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Bonus round? | Hideaki | Endgame | ATTN: Katsumi/Makoto/Genji

The time between the finding of the mastermind to now was entirely a blur for Hideaki. All he really took in was fire, walking, stairs, robots, stairs, snow, snow, snow, helicopters, snow, snow, snow.

Snow.

This place wasn't snowy at all.

This place was actually fairly warm, entirely unlike snow, entirely unlike everything he'd slowly started getting used to over the past while.

How long had it even been?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that he was in some new area, with a lot of people, people he knew, people he used to know, people he'd never met yet. Lots of people.

And as was the usual for the boy when he was out of his element, he took a seat on a nearby bench, clutched his arcade stick, and tried to just stay awake.

As much as he was assured that the game was over, the killings were over, everything was done, he couldn't trust it. He couldn't trust the bear and the rabbit, and he couldn't trust the vision of people being alive at this point.

He barely trusted himself.

And so he sat, trying to not have anyone disturb him, and trying to not disturb others with his presence.

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cold | tsubame

Cold. She was so cold.

That was the first thought in her mind upon facing consciousness. A shiver shook her before she even opened her eyes. And when she did, she found... well, she couldn't tell exactly what.

What was this..? Where was she? And why couldn't she stop shaking?

. . .

She was gone, wasn't she? The girl was so sure that no one had taken pity on her, had switched their vote, and yet... Here she was. Wherever 'here' was, exactly. If this was limbo, it was quite a cozy limbo. Frigid, surely, but cozy.

And... if this really was the limbo, then...

Tsubame pushed herself to her feet, unsteady yet determined to move on, and started off. She didn't know where she was going or when she'd stop, but she'd keep moving forward. If this really was the limbo, then there were a few people she needed to find. And... maybe a sweater, too.

The diver could only hope to steer clear of any harsh remarks on her quest.