OUT2 Glass

It sees through all. All your hopes, dreams, fears, and secrets. Try to break free and the shards will rip and tear. Can you escape or will you be torn apart in despair? REMAINING: 12/20

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♕ Event ♚ - .... Die Together

Little has been explained before yet another Bird joins the scene. The tall form of Gosami comes stumbling out of the mirror opposite the one Monoswan had appeared from. He looks terrible, shaken and pale and unfocused, like he’s on the verge of passing out.

“Svana what- Saaras? …WAUNA!” The goose boy screams, tears springing immediately into his eyes as he runs towards Swanami and the fallen Monogoose. “Svana what have you done!? What have you done? This could destroy everything! How could you? How could-” His protestations, which were alternating between righteous anger and profound grief, are cut somewhat predictably short when Monoswan gives him the same treatment as the goose girl before him.

For a moment Gosami is simply frozen in shock, struck silent. And then he chokes, a thin spray of blood escaping his lips. “S-Svana… why…?” He manages to gasp out.

The insane smile has returned in full force, now seeming even crueler as she watches her brother struggle and grieve. She twists the sword, seeming nearly giddy as he chokes on his own blood.

“Because I hate you, with every fiber of my being. I hate all of you.”

Gosami stumbles back, the sword sliding out of him with a sickening slick noise. He places one hand over the wound, blood streaming between his fingers, betrayal on his face. He turns half towards Swanami, stretches out his hand as if reaching for him… and collapses.

Monoswan laughs. Not a cackle, not a hysterical cacophony of noise, but a low chuckle. Like she actually, genuinely finds the entire situation funny. Coated in the blood of her siblings, she casually strolls over to Swanami, unnatural smile still fixed on her face.

“Aren’t you lucky, brother? I needed to keep at least one of you around, and I just so happened to despise you the least.” She laughs again, this time even quieter, almost under her breath.

“Lucky?! You’re a monster, Svana! I-I’m going to put a stop to this once and for-” As Swanami pulls himself to his feet he immediately falls back down on his knees, arms and legs quivering violently. He’s still able to hold his head high and glare at Monoswan. “You’ll pay for this. Mark my words.”

“Except that I won’t, dear brother.” She coos, mockingly, somehow sneering in his direction without that uncanny smile ever once wavering. “Because the beauty of this arrangement is that you are every bit as incapable of killing me as I am of killing you.” With that last remark, Monoswan finally turns, dripping with fuschia, to all of you.

“There has been a change in management.” She says smoothly, dryly, as if what had just occurred were as routine as a business transaction. She seems to be making an effort to return to her usual emotionlessness, but is not successful— her voice holds a definite cheery note, and a smile still tugs the corners of her mouth upwards. “I am in charge now, completely. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Monoswan. I look forward to the continuation of our game, and its eventual winner.” She bows, formally, and marches out of the throne room, trailing blood behind her.

And now, at last, it is over…

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♕ Event ♚ - Birds of a Feather

You are all in the Throne Room. Ten of you are astonished to see a group of teenagers suddenly appearing, as if phasing into existence, scattered around the floor. Twelve of you are coming back to consciousness, your heads hurting and the faint traces of ringing still lingering in your ears.

Those of you waking up recognize the Throne Room- and yet don’t. It seems different somehow, as if it has shifted around you. After a moment you realize the mirrors by the thrones are no longer glass, but some dark reflective substance. Obsidian. And the room seems to have been reversed somehow, as though everything were suddenly in the opposite position. To add to this confusion, there are a group of people around your age standing around the room, looking as stunned as you feel.

However before anyone can adjust to this rapid change, or begin asking questions, something grabs the room’s attention. Apparently whatever just took place is not yet over.

Monogoose, in her human form, has stepped into the room. She’s heading towards Monoduck, who is perched on one of the thrones, quaking in his feathers, when suddenly a small figure steps out of one of the mirrors.

It is Monoswan.

“Svana-?” That is all Monogoose has time to say before the tiny swan girl has charged, wielding a sword too long for her with both hands. In the blink of an eye, it’s all over. Monogoose looks down at the blade in her chest, then back at Monoswan.

“Hello sister.” Monoswan says, smiling widely. Her usual calm, carefully composed demeanor has been erased and replaced with a manic sadism. She is clearly enjoying the other’s pain. “Surprised to see me?”

The humanized Monogoose stares at her sister in shock, eyes wide. Slowly, a small smile comes to her face, and she lets out a short, weak laugh. “Hah… what a dovely greeting, after all this time…” She coughs as blood pours out of her mouth, looking surprisingly content with her apparent fate. “Make me proud, sis…”

Disgust makes itself clear on the swan’s features, a sneer briefly interrupting the swan’s disturbing grin. “I truly could not care less.”

The blade is pulled out. The goose girl collapses.

“SISTER!” Monoduck’s voice rang through the air as something hurried from the throne. Instead of a small duck a man rushed to Monogoose’s side. His legs collapse from underneath him as tears roll down his cheeks, unable to comprehend the sight before him. The man extends his trembling hand to brush a few strands of hair from the girl’s face before returning it to his side. There’s nothing he can to to swallow back the sobs that shake his body. “S-Sister… I’m sorry… I-I’m so sorry….”

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♔ Event ♔ - White Out

At first you think it is over. The ringing in your ears persists, but less sharply. You look around at one another for some sort of explanation. Suddenly Gosami appears, running into the room looking frantic and haggard.

“Where is she? WHERE IS SHE!?” He’s shouting, this is the first time any of you have heard him raise his voice, but you’re rather distracted by something else.

All around you, the color is seeping away from the world. You don’t know how else to describe it- every bit of color is slowly leeching away, even black. Everything is becoming white- and then more than white, transparent. You feel woozy suddenly, as though a fog has descended over you. It’s getting hard to see, hard to think, hard to breathe……

You pass out. You must, for the next thing you know, you’re waking up on a cold stone floor…

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♔ Event ♔ - Shatter Shock

The two days since the trial have been relatively uneventful for most- or at least, comparably peaceful. The Hedge Maze provided an exciting and possibly dangerous distraction, the gardens a pleasant, pretty interlude, and the lack of murders and respite from motives was certainly welcome. Still, with eight people dead and no end to this game in sight, things are far from idyllic.

All the same, no one is expecting the quiet to be shattered so literally. Literally as in, two days after the trial, right around when Lunch is usually served, every mirror in the castle suddenly breaks at once. The countless CRACKS! all echo together into a singular cacophonous noise of breaking glass, followed by the tinkling of the shards scattering about.

This is followed closely by another sound, even louder- with no warning, an ear piercing unearthly scream rings out. The sound is shrill and painful, loud enough to drown out every other noise, loud enough to cut through thoughts, and it seems to be coming from every direction despite being one distinct voice. It’s more than just a scream or a shriek, it’s a wail, and though it lasts less than five seconds it leaves everyone feeling dazed, with a ringing in their ears.

What the hell is going on!?

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The NPC Directory has been updated!

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Bears are cool too | Masato | Chapter 5 | [Fishing with Ursula]

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This isn’t good. Masato got excited when he noticed that the line had caught it… But when it snapped, he noticed Ursula’s reaction and… He wasn’t sure what to do. Apparently. This was a bad idea from the beginning, and there’s nothing more that can be done about it. The line simply isn’t strong enough to pull out the thing.

But now he had the problem of angry bear lady. The safest option was obviously to try and leave now, but let’s be real here. Masato wouldn’t do that. There was no way he would just leave someone like that after causing so much trouble.

"Ah- Uhm… Bear-san? Are you alright… Maybe we shouldn’t worry about the helmet… Would you- uh… Would you like me to see if I can find someone to repair your fishing rod for you?"

He’s trying. And when you try it can go one of two ways: Either really well, or absolutely horribly. Let’s hope it doesn’t go the latter or else Elijah will probably be really upset… But who are we kidding. Accidents are pretty much a part of Masato’s every day living at this point.

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"You can’t. Fix it."

The words come out through gritted teeth, and sound uncannily like a bear’s growl. It seems Masato’s words are not having the intended effect, as the animal-like energy radiating from Ursula only increased in intensity. She looks at the broken rod. Ruined. Because of this fucking kid and his stupid fucking thing in the moat. Because for some reason he won’t take his other hand out of his damn pocket for five seconds.

Ursula’s brain goes white.

"IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Masato is suddenly grabbed by the neck and slammed against the gates. Ursula’s claws are so sharp there are already cuts opening up where they grip.

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Well that escalated quickly. However as suddenly as Ursula became violent, another turn of events snaps into motion. Just as Masato is slammed against the gates, a shrill earpiercing (and familiar) shriek bursts into the air. The sound is jarring, inhuman- and unlike anything Masato has ever heard before, save once. 

An alarmingly tall dark skinned woman with a waterfall of black wavy hair drops to the ground as if appearing from the thin air above their heads. 

"You again? Okay kid hang on." Even as she speaks, the woman is snatching up Masato as if he weighed no more than a sack of flour and leaping back into the air. She soars, despite having no wings, swiftly back towards the castle and away from the all-too-briefly stunned Ursula at a rapid pace. 

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[ Daisy] Slam dunks both coins into the mirror

The mirror slam dunks two items out at Daisy.

Hand Bra :: A brassiere made to look as if they’re completely covered by a pair of hands. As stated by the tag line, “The left and right hands are for support only”, wearing it gives a new sensation.

Slingshot :: It’s too small to launch anything but pebbles. A simple but effective way to get someone’s attention! Or just be annoying. Probably not all that dangerous unless you aim for the eyes.

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freaking mamru. well i spend all four and mamor won't get any presents

Four items coming right up!

Romantic Mix CD :: That’s literally what’s written on this otherwise plain silver disc. If you actually have a means to play it, you’ll discover there’s ten of the sappiest love songs ever written on this thing. Yeesh.

Fluffy Blanket :: It’s warm, it’s snuggly, it’s cute, and it’s completely perfect! This oversized blanket is completely and utterly perfect. Even the toughest person in the whole, wide world would fall for something as soft as this, it’s just perfect!

Sugar Cane :: Sugar in a single cane form. Doesn’t really taste much like the sugar you’re probably used to, but some people seem to like it.

Screenplay :: It’s all in English, but the title seems to be “Modern Prometheus”. Reading more, it seems to be about a frankenstein type monster questioning his own burgeoning humanity and attempting to adapt to the world around him. Its not bad conceptually, but its not very well written.

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Flightful Days | Chen Fa [ATTN: Shinji; One Tired Day]

Chen Fa was exhausted. He was... completely, and utterly exhausted.

He was silent through the ordeal with the trial, with... everything, really. He was silent. Posed no questions, answers, or did anything but stand there like a bump on a log.

At some point, he got it in his mind to do... something. Something about this. Whatever this was. After leaving the trial room, he sought to find Shinji. What's better than this? Guys being dudes, right? Right. So he found the company of the one person he KNEW he could trust, calling out to him once he caught sight of the strange man as he left the trial area.

"Hey! Hey." Rubbed his eye. "Shinji, c'mere! I need your help with... something!"

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Ferocious Planet | Channing | Closed for Nano

 Despite how hard she’s sobbing and how quick her heart is beating, Channing refuses to slow her pace as she runs from the maze. Never once does she look back, in fear of those monstrous vines creeping up behind her, attempting to snatch her away into the thick of the hedges. Even though the marks of the hedges line her body, screaming in pain as she pounds her way across the courtyard, she refuses to stop.

 Only when she finally stumbles through the entry way and into the throne room does she stop, but this stop is marked by her curling upon herself, sobbing hysterically and shaking. She could still imagine it, the way the vines curled around her, pulling her deeper into the unknown. The wounds she had received illustrate their touch in her mind, even if they stung more than the actual vines.

 Through all of her sobbing, she seemed to not notice another being in the room with her.

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My Life is A Play - Bennett - OPEN

The garden was beautiful.  Simply gorgeous.

Roses, Bennett mused with a hum, reminded her of hospitals.  Not the part of the hospital that was scary to most people, but the part that chipped away at your brain very slowly.  The part with the same white walls and sheets, the same people every day, the same beeps and hums and whirrs of machinery.

Too many people had given her roses.  They were overdone.

As she walked, she leaned down occasionally to pluck up a little from the herb beds--a leaf here, a stem there.  She placed them on her tongue and sucked a while on them, extracting the oils and letting the flavor permeate her mouth before she swallowed them.  An herb was a refreshing change of taste for Bennett's mouth, which had lately only tasted the sour tang of metallic blood and the powdery chalk of benadryl knockoffs.

The reporter stepped up to the fountain.  It was... soothing.  Or, Bennett recognized logically that the sound of it was supposed to be soothing.  She felt a little bit... hollowed out.

Bennett sank to her knees before the fountain, the impact causing a jolt of pain up her knees to her hips.  That was okay, that didn't matter.  Instead, she pulled off her glasses and leaned over to peer at the surface of the water.

There she was.  Bennett Jones, the Ultimate Investigative Journalist.  What a great investigator she was lately.  Her image swirled and undulated beneath her gaze, warping her face into a million different caricatures all in one second.  And somehow, this was too much for her.  Her big brown eyes filled with tears, clouding her vision of the already unclear water scene below her.

Her shoulder gave a great heave as a quiet sob escaped Bennett's lips.  Gentle teardrops drip-drip-dropped into the surface of the fountain below her face.  It was too much--the roses, the water, the sting of oregano on her tongue--for her to keep it together.

Wasn't she owed a little bit of a good cry after all of this?

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channing drops in a coin

Doll Parts :: Supplies to make dolls, they’re small and delicate, and very very cute. You could definitely make something amazing with these….If you knew how.

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You Promised! Sort of- | Nobuko | Flightful Days | Closed For Nano

The morning after the trial started normally as always, get up and ready, brush hair, get dressed, the whole shabam. However afterwards Nobuko really had hardly a clue on what to do. Previously when she got up this early she had a tendency to talk to Jamie, or just explore. But she didn't want to do either of those things, well more like she couldn't do the one thing at least.

Thinking back to the previous days Nobuko explored her options of what to do and thought of...a whole lotta nothing. However after she had a nice thought and left the room and adventured to the next room over. Man what a journey. Knocking loudly on the door of her floormate she waited for him to open the door for about five seconds before knocking even louder and quicker on the door. Then Nobuko stood there with a smile on her face and arms behind her back as she rocked back and forth on her feet. Time to wait for an answer

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Heart Broken From The Start || Daisy || Flightful Days || Closed for Elijah

Daisy had been perfectly happy to just remain in her room for as long as needed. Nursing her wounds, both physical and psychological, was the least of her concerns. In fact, she had purposely been digging into her trial-received injury for seemingly no reason. Thanks Daisy.

But hunger was winning out. Her grumbling stomach was getting on her nerves now, and the only way to remedy that would be to get some food.

Daisy had been hurrying, hoping to make it there and back without having to talk to anyone. Unluckily for her, however, the second she turned into the great hall, she bumped straight into somebody.

Looking up to see who it was, Daisy's heart dropped. Elijah.

"... Hello."

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復讎は甘いだ。|| Momoe || [ATTN. Daisy]

She had pushed the thought about the trial right out of her head, but it was so very refreshing to not have to think about her floor mate anymore. Being finally alone there was actually quite nice, in her opinion. Did the others who had it feel the same? She didn't exactly care too much to think about it. 

But she liked looking around. And the new places, despite being there before the day before she decided why not glance around them once more. Never hurt.

For some reason the armory seems like the right place. It seems like the kind of place that needed to be checked out multiple times, what with the many many weapons that were in the room. That would need to be seen a lot, someone would try to use those right?

Though, finding someone else in that room was surprising.=Let alone Daisy, the very girl who had caused what she had thought of as quite a scene. A serious scene, but people in this class were very much one to do this weren't they?

And so she walked over to the girl, she did still owe her that favor. Was the girl even in the right mindset after all that? Who knows, Momoe could guess in a few moments. 

They were in a room filled with weapons. Whoops. 

"Daisy-chan? What are you doing in here?"

That seemed appropriate. 

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Bears are cool too | Masato | Chapter 5 | [Fishing with Ursula]

It was some point following the trial, probably during the mid-afternoon, Masato had a new mission to accomplish. A mission involving something he had found during the previous investigation that he could not get his hands on, and that he would never get his hands on for that matter-- But that sure as hell wasn't going to stop him from trying. And Masato was creative. You have to be creative to be a ninja. It's in the ninja hand book. So he had a plan. A plan that followed something like this:

His objective was underwater and swimming was Out. Of. The. Question. The only other alternative to that was fishing! Simple, right? Well, not that simple because where the heck does anybody get a fishing pole in this place? He could probably rig one together, but the dental floss he had probably wasn't long enough- or strong enough for what he wanted. So he had an idea that went something like this:

What are fishing rods used for? Catching Fish -> Name something that eats fish: Cats -> E does not have a fishing rod; name something else that eats fish: Bears -> Where can bears be found? Groundskeeper's hut. Therefore it follows that Ursula at the Groundskeeper's hut has a fishing rod because Ursula is a bear and must eat fish.

Coincidentally, Masato has yet to learn Ursula's name, so she's still Bear-san. But here he was nonetheless at the groundskeeper's hut, knocking on the door to ask Ursula about a fishing rod.

"Excuse me, Bear-san? I was wondering if uh, you would like to go fishing with me?"

Well, he didn't originally intend on asking her to go fishing but on second thought, Masato actually knows nothing about fishing and Is-Probably-Incapable-Of-Fishing-Alone... So having someone with some experience might come in handy. That and Himself and Ursula definitely had one common ground between them, so it followed that they would get along well. #Masato Logic

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Altered States | Channing | Closed for Daisy

 Although Channing could have easily watched Jamie's execution with fevered excitement, the thought of the gore involved made her avert her eyes. But even more terrifying was the prospect of enjoying this sort of ordeal, and it gave her a nervous set of shivers when she heard Elijah basically laughing over Jamie's pain. Jamie had threatened to hurt her, but she couldn't take pleasure in his pain.

 But would she one day become so warped that she would? Was that the effect of this place, or had Elijah always been a sociopath? Both options left her terrified.

 Though Channing desperately wished to flee after Daisy and ensure she was safe, it appeared she was a bit too busy with cat business. Plus, Channing stabbed her. There was a knife with blood in her bag, Daisy's blood. That was on her. She didn't exactly know how she might just go over to her and start up a conversation as if nothing happened.

 Maybe time would heal that wound, she figured. Maybe she was putting off what she feared, but surely Daisy was too busy to see Channing now. Besides, Channing had to investigate the new grounds.

 But time eventually crept by and Channing realized the day had nearly passed and still no apology had been made to Daisy. You can't put this off forever, she could hear Soetsu's nagging voice. But in the end, didn't he always know better? Wouldn't he compare this situation to a bandage being ripped off?

 An accurate definition, as like a bandaid, there was no way to make this situation less painful than it already was.

 And knowing this, she approached Daisy's room and rapped her knuckle against the door, not daring to address herself in fear that she would never open it for her.