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[agressive-idol.insanejournal.com]

What: Ami and Asami sneak into the old school building! Others can join too!
When: 8:30PM, some night in June?
Where: Old School Building
Who: Ami, Asami, others!



People in school knew Ami as one person. Asami as Ami's only friend had begun to see a different side to her. And tonight it was almost as if a whole other side of Ami was coming out. A girl who had grown up playing fantasy games and wishing every single day that magic was real so that she could change her body and become who she wanted to be, she had grown up to be a little excited by adventure and the lure of possible mystery. Because if if something beyond explanation could exist at all, that meant there was a chance, no matter how small, that her dream could actually come true.

So when Asami found Ami crouched down by the fence outside the old school building, she'd see the young idol in all black, with plenty of adventuring supplies. She wore a pair of tight black jeans, sneakers, a black turtleneck, and her hair was put up in two buns on the side of her head out of the way. She had a smalls length of rope coiled and hanging from her shoulder, as well as a stack of ofuda she had made from designs online.

"Asami-chan, over here!" she whispered from her hidden spot, waving a short hand to her friend.

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[thebardinator.insanejournal.com]

Recommended atmosphere music. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LApkHzyKxrw)

If there was any one piece of architecture that had no place existing at night, it would be a school. There's just something eerie about most such buildings, but Ryuseki High somehow managed this effect to a tee. Its shabby state and stereotypical looks added to the atmosphere, and the fact the principal saved on as much lighting as possible only made it darker.

A single, buzzing, and soon-to-expire lightbulb illuminated the area the girls were entering. The new school building and the old one were almost indistinguishable at night, and only a seasoned Ryuseki High student would be able to tell them apart.

[competetowin.insanejournal.com]

It was known colloquially, all over the school, that Asami wouldn't make a very good ninja. She was not quiet. She was not patient. She was as selfish as a crow and certainly as visible as fire. She had also before never had to break into somewhere.

"Ugh. If there's one thing I hate," she said, "it's the dark."

But the adventure had begun!

She helped Ami raise a number of the boundary tapes and put herself under them in a crawl. Then she lifted the material again and made her way, crawling in head first, and then straightening with the tape near-clinging to her back. She began to feel like a cartoon ninja.

[thebardinator.insanejournal.com]

True: after all, real-world ninjas wouldn't be caught dead exploring the remains of an old school like this*. Having slipped under the boundary tapes, both of them would find themselves in front of...

A long, dark hallway! Old classrooms with boarded up doors and a dust coated, almost indistinct corridor of creaking wood stretches before them. There's very little light to see, except for that coming from a lightbulb outside, and peering through the classroom windows, just barely making it through the hall through the paper walls. This is, of course, unless the girls have a flashlight.

Moderator note
You are at the long and dark hallway, which is long and, I'm afraid to say, dark.

Now begins the exploration. You can either proceed in prose (no dice rolls, and leave your discoveries to the mod's decisions) or determine the fortune of your movements by, rolling a single dice, 10-sided (http://www.roll-dice-online.com/). At the current state, your dice rolls go:

1-2 Critical failure / Very unfortunate results
3-5 Failure / Inconvenient results
6-8 Success / Advantageous results
9-10 Critical success / Very lucky results

* A real world ninja would know better, and would avoid the rickety old building out of a sense of self-preservation.

6!

[agressive-idol.insanejournal.com]

"The d-dark isn't so bad.." Ami lied, walking forward into the hallway, luckily she has a single small flashlight. She popped it on, and started forward, with her free hand taking a hold of Asami's shirt, to make sure she knew where her friend was.

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[thebardinator.insanejournal.com]

The path before Ami was, at least, without dangers. Though the wood creaked and nearly croaked under her little weight (just an indication of how fragile it was), she managed to get through unharmed to a point where it was no longer as noisy...

(Next turn for roll: Asami)

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[competetowin.insanejournal.com]

Asami could feel the extra weight. She could hear the floor groan. She felt the electricity hanging on the air and stopped. She looked at the nearest classroom and gently rested her right hand on the dust-covered door.

"Let's start in here."

[Roll: 6]

[grinandbear.insanejournal.com]

Unlike most students in the school, Akito actually had legitimate excuses to be out near the old school building. Leaning against the tree he was waiting at, stance relaxed, wearing a thin hoodie-jacket in the growing summer's heat, and reading a book, he looked like he actually belonged there, as though he wasn't trespassing in a restricted area.

Still, he waited further off from the main door, just in case.

He adjusted his glasses again. It was almost eight-thirty. The closer it got, the more Akito's eyes would flick up to check if someone was coming.

[ephemeralcolor.insanejournal.com]

Abruptly, a sudden gust of wind blew something smack into the side of Akito's face. It was a small note, with just a few characters on it:

"towards the school"
"up"

[grinandbear.insanejournal.com]

Akito winced as something smacked him in the face. He looked at the offending object maturely enough, as though internally he wouldn't will it to burst into flames if he could. He scanned it out of habit, quirking an eye. Someone forgetting to trash a meeting note?

The note didn't specify the 'school' but like everything else recently, it wouldn't surprise if it referred to the old school.

He stared at the note, then up at old school building this time.

[ephemeralcolor.insanejournal.com]

Up there, balancing verrrry carefully on a second-story windowsill, and waving cheerfully at him as though nothing were at all amiss about her presence, was Mitsuya. She'd traded in her usual long skirts for a pair of black tights, and her distinctive hair was tied into a (still very long) braid, but it was unmistakably her.

She beckoned for him to come over, then started fiddling around with the bag she'd brought with her.

[grinandbear.insanejournal.com]

Akito just stared, mouth falling open for a moment, surprise not entirely feigned. The Araragi eccentricity indeed - though the word he was probably looking for right now was 'stupidity' than anything else. Still, as usual, he shoved that particular line of thought down and bolted towards the building until he was under her window, 'worry' and 'panic' on his face.

"A-Araragi-san!? I-what-why are you up there!?"

[ephemeralcolor.insanejournal.com]

Now that Akito was closer, he could see the length of nylon rope that Mitsuya had apparently used to climb up to the windowsill. She pressed a finger to her lips and jerked her head towards the window--she didn't particularly feel like drawing the attention of the security guard just yet.

One more quick shuffle through the bag, and she was done with that. At that point, she spared a glance outward, hoping to find one other person. If he had decided to show up, she'd be disappointed but not surprised--and she was ready to move on either way.

[cakesnake.insanejournal.com]

"Oh my goodness, this place looks so creepy at night. I feel so bold and dauntless, I think I need to pee," Itsuki said while huddling up behind Takuro as they scouted the old school building after dark. He was wearing a black sweater and jeans, which, along with his boots, made him surprisingly invisible if it wasn't for the glowing white snake perched on his shoulder. The Kamui, however, was not without some camouflage, since Itsuki had cut out a finger from a black glove and given it a tiny tube-sweater (and a tiny hat to match.)

"Honk."

"You said it, Kamui," Itsuki whispered, nodding sagely, "I'm also sure I heard noises from this side."

[fantasy-skies.insanejournal.com]

Takuro flicked off his flashlight and looked over his shoulder.

"Quiet," he hissed, before cocking his head and checking for noises. "It's hard enough to sneak around because you felt the need to bring a glowing snake along, Itsuki-kun, so try to keep it silent."

A quick glance in both directions confirmed that weren't in immediate danger of being discovered. "I'm going to look around, so shake me out of it if you see anybody."

Taking a deep breath, Takuro concentrated on calling forth his enhanced vision.

(Roll: 10)

[thebardinator.insanejournal.com]

Perhaps it was the sharpness of mind that came from his aversion to cross-eyed, glowing snake gods, but Takuro's mind was very sharp. It was as if he was standing in a perfectly still ocean, and felt every disruption, every wave around him-- the world around him, and its ripples, along with the colorful flow of magic, were his to behold.

This is what the magic taught him:

The building has three levels: a basement, a first story, and a second story.

One story over him, inside the school, where tendrils of mesmerizing spells that whispered sweet distractions to the mind, were three figures. One appeared a warm, almost lime green to his third eye - like the color of a meadow on an breezy summer afternoon. The other one was red, bright red, not like real fire but fire as we KNOW it truly is -- warm, red, hot. The other was a storm. It was like gazing into dark clouds, all calm and promise, and seeing the hidden lightning crackle there.

One story below - on the ground floor - two more figures. Two fires... one red, sizzling with electricity and sparks, and the other a deep, smokey fire.

He knew this too: there were monsters inside. Youkai. Small ones... He could feel their small lives and the magic, along with one or two slightly larger, but dull presences. However, there was something more. Someone bigger... much bigger, to the point that his mind's eye would be confused, for the figure was both inside the building, and much larger than any human could be, standing two stories tall, and wandering the halls in a slow, vigilant pace... until it stopped, and began to turn its head towards him, to fix him an arresting stare with two eagle eyes of bright orange.

(SIMPLIFIED FORM:)
1. Takuro knows the building has three levels.
2. Takuro has detected Asami and Ami on the ground floor, and the other three kids on the top story.
3. There are small and medium-sized youkai roaming.
4. There is one large presence in the building.

[fantasy-skies.insanejournal.com]

Takuro flinched back as the eyes fixed on him, involuntarily breaking the spell.

"Itsuki-kun, we need to move." Takuro didn't look back at his friend, instead peering into the gloom ahead. "Now." He grabbed the taller boy's wrist and set off at a jog, in the opposite direction of where he had seen that looming being.

"Either the place is on fire, or there are five people in here already-" Takuro hesitated outside a closed door before remembering a couple of smaller, non-human presences inside that room. He tugged on Itsuki again and continued down the hallway. "Two on this floor and three upstairs. There's also something... something big. It saw me..."

At a junction, he led the three of them in the direction of the two humanoid figures on their floor. "I'm not sure if we should just get out, or if we should warn the others and get them out as well, or if we still try to spook them off without revealing ourselves."

[cakesnake.insanejournal.com]

Itsuki was surprised to see Takuro so alarmed. "O-Oh my gosh!" he said, peering over his shoulder at the school building. It looked so normal from the outside. He rapidly weighted his feelings and made his choice: "I, I think we should get them out. They might be in danger, and even if I don't want them to get magic too, it doesn't mean I'd like someone to get hurt!"

[fantasy-skies.insanejournal.com]

"I don't know if it's going to hurt us. It might a candy demon or something harmless. I just... don't want to be around it. It saw me."

They were approaching the side of the building that had housed the two humanoid figures. Takuro forced himself to slow and catch his breath before turning to Itsuki for the first time since the spell was broken. "This is it. They're close by. You are the one that wanted to come here, so I'll follow your lead. How do you want to do this?"

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[amoralsensei.insanejournal.com]

A car that was already old by the time it was sold drove up in front of Ryuseki high. Behind the steering wheel, clutching it tightly was Iwata, who breathed deep.

"Calm down, Iwata. Kids say the darnedest things," he told himself, turning the car off. After a moment, he groaned, "What am I even doing here? It'll probably be fine... even if they come here, it's a big ol' haunted building, and all of them have cellphones! Worst case, they hurt themselves, but they'll just call for help... It'll maybe just be a broken limb, or... maybe a nasty head injury..."

He frowned. The more he thought about it, the more his reassurance worked the opposite effect. He turned off the car and stepped out, closing the door-- and then bumping into it, because the damn thing just didn't ever close right.

He stood there for a moment, before shaking his head. "I don't even know they're here. They're probably just home, surfing the internet, writing their fan-fictions and--" he chuckled, shaking his head. "And... and maybe I'm worrying over nothing."

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[thebardinator.insanejournal.com]

Then this happened. (http://asylums.insanejournal.com/savedacitydesu/4969.html?thread=190313#t190313) From the outside, it was as if all the windows on the lower story of the old school building erupted in light, brief, and sudden, as if lightning had struck inside. Iwata's car didn't have a working alarm, but several of them went off across the street. In the distance, a baby began to cry.

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"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNGHHHHHHHHH!!!"

[thebardinator.insanejournal.com]

Suggested music: Boss battle! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOTI8j1egZg)

It's battle time! The (SUGGESTED) tag order based on speed:
Asami (Speed 5)
Mitsuya (Speed 4)
Takuro (Speed 4)
Ami (Speed 4)
Itsuki (Speed 3)
Keiichi* (Speed 3)
Akito (Speed 2)

WATCHMAN stats:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AidN7yt-CTN6dGdYYW8tSnJKZldKY00teDRncTVId2c#gid=5