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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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Asami, curiosity piqued, walked to the chalkboard propped against the wall. The room was wrong. The idea it was a classroom felt contrary to everything inside it - and she only suspected something more than she looked over and saw her friend taking out some josticks.

Not to be outdone, she wrapped her knuckles on the wall. Touching it was a rather natural response - this place was strange, and something was making her want to do what she couldn't in class.

[Roll:2]

The wall over the propped-up chalkboard made a noise. Unfortunately, that noise was "Is someone there?" and it didn't quite come from the wall but from the corridor outside. A coincidence, or just a bad roll that brings upon some unfortunate bad luck?

Okay, it's the latter, but here's the point: the wall sounded thin and hollow, like there's something on the other side. However, there's the issue of the person outside, whose footsteps are getting close.

(A STRANGER WILL ARRIVE IN ONE TURN!
Ami and Asami have each one post to decide how they will exit the room, and will escape if they roll successfully.)

Ami pocketed the incense, not really sure WHY other than it smelled interesting. That was when she heard the voice outside, and stood up straight in fright. Luckily, it was obviously not something supernatural, and just probably an adult paid to keep people out of the building.

"Asami, we need a way out of here!" Ami was small enough that she wondered if she could curl up under the desk, but that seemed like a terrible idea.

Trying to find another way out, she hurried over to Asami, having seen her checking the wall. There was still that chalkboard leaning against the wall, maybe they could move it and hide behind it. With that as her best guess for a way out, Ami took one side and started to push it as quietly as possible.

Asami was unable to avoid looking petrified by this. She knew she would be found sooner or later. In fact, now she thought about it, she was quite certain that was always the case when she snuck around late at home. She was able to believe she could get away with it here as she did there. Somehow, the fear was gone.

She practically leapt at Ami and their hiding space, and gave her assistance in making a screen. "Move over!"

The girls didn't just find a hiding place. They found an escape route, for behind the old chalkboard was a reasonably well-sized hole on the wall, leading to another room, slightly more illuminated.

This room was different from the one before, but only in that there were no pretenses about it: this definitely wasn't a classroom, but an old room that served some old, perhaps less didactic purpose. It was long and had polished, lacquered floors that made way to a small, lifted surface, standing a step higher than the ground. This structure had an old, if ornate, paper screen behind it. It had paintings and patterns on them, but they were hard to see in the dark. Two, tall candlesticks were on each side of the screen, and directly in front of it was small, lifted wooden altar, which had a figure with a wooden sculpture on it, should the girls inspect close, appeared to be two bears performing an obscene act (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Making_out). There was just enough space between the entangled bear tongues to fit a small object, perhaps a stick.

You have found the ALTAR OF URSINE OSCULATION. Go you.

They were lucky to get out of there in time, Ami thought, leaning against the wall and trying to calm herself down. She hadn't expected anyone to be patrolling the school at night, but then again, maybe she shouldn't have posted about the place online.

"What is that?" Ami asked to her friend, getting closer to the bears. She maybe should have been more worried about why there was this strange room in the closed down school building. It didn't seem as run down as the classroom before, so were there people using this room? And did that mean that the person patrolling might come in here next?

Hoping they wouldn't, Ami turned her flashlight back on, trying to get a closer look around.

Asami inspected each bear as she came to them, totally bemused and with tourist-like cheer. She recalled that she had giggled at erotic manuscripts a few times, inspected leud paintings, absolutely under her breath with no holding back from her parents who had brought her to the museum. She considered herself fortunate to have visited London - once.

"I don't know," she said, waving her hand in the space. "I've seen worse, though." She turned, and saw Ami investigating with her flashlight. "And not like that!"

True, there are worse things than this. However, gazing into the tiny space between the bear lips, locked in passionate smacking can inspire ideas, such as what you may put between them, or perhaps, as you stare into this

you may feel music coming to your mind. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izGwDsrQ1eQ) As well as a question: what is the purpose of this small statue?

Was this....was this a place where people went to make out?! The kissing bears, the soft lighting, the faint sound in her head. It was the only reasonable explanation, magic didn't even need to come into it. She just assumed that this was where young couples could sneak off to when they wanted from private time. Of course, when her eyes met Asami's she could only blush and look away quickly.

"Th-This place is really weird, why would someone make a room like this in a school?" Ami made sure to keep some distance between the two of them, while trying to poke around. She touched and prodded the bears all over, wondering if there was a secret switch. It was a crazy idea but she felt like it might just be crazy enough.

The search resulted in, indeed, the discovery of a switch indeed. It was, however, on a very unfortunate part of the bear that most people wouldn't feel inclined to pushing with their finger.

However, the same search revealed a small inscription: "Bear (tm.) Incense Holder"

(Next Tag: Ami.)

"Incense Holder?" She had forgotten about the sticks she had found in the other room, digging into her pocket to pull them out with the match. Ami hadn't known why she picked them up, but she was grateful now.

So with a little fumbling she put the incense between the bears, and lit the match. Maybe she was just a little caught up in the atmosphere to realize that she maybe shouldn't. However, that thought didn't come to her, and instead she lit the incense.

It is a commonly known fact that most bears would advice you to put out smoking embers, because only you can prevent forest fires. However, Ami was smart to put the Thing in the Thing-Shaped-Hole, a basic key to solving the deepest riddles in life.

Suddenly, lights came to life in the room. Candles on candle sticks ignited spontaneously, and a couple behind the pattern-painted screen behind the altar did as well... This having a most curious effect, for the screen had reeds and bamboo sticks painted upon them, and perhaps it was a visual illusion, or just a trick, but it seemed like the inked reeds were moving to the soft touch of an equally painted-on breeze.

Then, the altar groaned, as altars tend to do. It groaned because there were stones moving beneath, and wood boards moving aside-- now, behind the bears, a new figure emerged from the ground. Carved in darker, sturdy wood, and bearing an almost caricaturesque image of two bears, blissfully married (in typical japanese garb no less.) On top of this figure was a scroll.

This was not the only thing that happened, though, for Ami felt her senses sharpen a little. She would notice this little by little, but she just heard better, saw better, and even felt the vibrations under her feet better. Not by much. Just mildly. (You have activated the incense of mild awareness.)

Asami did not know what had happened. She could think of nothing better to do than investigate. She did not know what to do, and she knew they could not go back the way they had came. She had almost forgotten about them completely, but she frowned and meandered around the make-out bears to the altar.

"Oh," she said. "That looks like something father would wear." She had never before seen such things, and as one does with the unfamiliar, had tried to liken it to what she knew.

The scroll, when she found it atop some big statue, was a little too tempting for her imagination. She reached towards it carefully and swiped it from the display to read it too.

Like the other scrolls, the effect did not wait. There was purple flaming text speaking to Asami as an 'initiate to the arcane arts, who would soon take her first step to the land of power', and there was a brief, wonderful moment in which it flattered her and Ami: "For you have found this place, and a unique piece of wisdom for your act of worship to the force of love... a special gift of wisdom will come to your mind."

Immediately, Asami felt the terrible urge to sneeze. And once the sneeze came, her brain filled with thoughts and ideas. Knowledge. Information... about magic, about power... and fire... she felt the fire change, as it did, with all the flames on every candle leaning slightly, turning their heads in her direction as if gravitating towards her.

"W-What does it say Asami-chan?" Ami was a little slow on the uptake, moving up to try and read the scroll too. But before she got there something strange happened, something Ami didn't really see, but she felt it. Felt like the room had changed somehow.

"What was that?" Ami finally peeked around to look at the scroll, reading the words quickly. Then Asami sneezed, making Ami jump back to avoid the snot from getting all over her.

But for Ami, there was a little more than fire. The tiny hair on her skin would stand on end, as if static electricity was running through her. The same electricity coursed down to the scroll, which came alive again, with new words appearing on it.

You have received the gift of magic.

Then, with polite pause allowed for the scroll to catch up, it made a friendly announcement: Now, open your minds, initiates, and prepare to learn how to channel the element of nature that resounds with you...

Instantly learning how to cast fireballs and a small shock feels, apparently, like getting tickled in the belly

"Magic?!" That was impossible...but so incredibly cool! Ami was ready to celebrate when she noticed the tickle. She ignored it at first until it started to overwhelm her, and she ended up on the floor letting out a girlish squeal far louder than she would have liked. Ami even had to over her mouth with both her hands to shut herself up. But it was still so exciting!!

Asami dropped the scroll, her hands and expression looking like she had burned herself. The following thoughts were hectic to an unknown degree; if some of these things were something she had never seen, she should never be so foolish to not use them as somebody she knew would.

She drew her hand cautiously down her chin. The other, which she had sneezed over, seemed quiet for a seemingly surprised girl. She just had been trained to not have filthy habits.

"Some rubbish about wisdom. How am I supposed to know about this?" And with force, she threw the scroll away, angrily.

The scroll went flying.

It's just that a fireball in deep, garnet red and black followed it, coming from Asami's hand. It hit one of the candlesticks, and thankfully not the walls, but in contact the candle immediately melted down, becoming a puddle of wax.

Asami has instinctively used Hellfire.
(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mchfyhi4pi1qj26ft.jpg)

"A-A-Asami-chan?!" Ami had been dealing with her own issues on the ground, trying to keep her shirt down and cover her mouth at the same time. She had barely been able to stop the tickling in time to see a fireball erupt from her friend's hand and collide with the candle.

In all honesty, Ami had expected what other normal people expect when searching an abandoned building. She expected grafitti, trash, and dust. She had wished like crazy for magic to be real, but even that was something she knew to be a childish fantasy. But dealing with actual magic was just too surprising for her to handle.

"W-W-What was that?!"

The fireball put Asami into a state of deep thought where the only way it made sense was that being tickled made her think of being paid attention - and that was a good feeling. It amazed her to see that she had that kind of power.

"Cooooooool."

And then, at that wonderful moment, a muscular, tanned, strapping horse-demon wearing an uncomfortably small loincloth came through the hole in the wall, (http://asylums.insanejournal.com/savedacitydesu/4969.html?thread=165993#t165993) and stood there, balancing himself awkwardly for a second, before clicking his tongue.

"Yes. Ah. Well... Hello. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_ILDFp5DGA#t=1m22s)"

...Ami nearly ran. She saw that face and the clothes and her body's instinct was to break in to a run as fast as she could. But her brain told her body to knock it off, and she stood her ground instead. And she had already seen Asami use a fireball...

"Asami-chan! Do it again!" She pointed to the horse-man..thing. Ami wasn't sure herself how to use her magic (she had to remind herself that she could do magic now to...somehow).

So she tried to do her own magic, holding out her hands in the most awkward and cliche way with her fingers spread as if to shoot lightning bolts or something from her hands. She tried to think of lightning that she had seen before, and the Tesla coil she had seen at a museum once. [ Roll = 7 ]

Ami successfully cast a simple lightning bolt-- and so the bolt traveled fast towards the demon's piercing-riddled ear, drawing a light whinny of surprise as Kaunko rapidly tried to turn off the small flame. "Ah. Stop that..." he said, conveying less annoyance in his voice than his urgency to extinguish the flame would hint he feels.

Here Asami, in the aggressive way she was getting used to, began to visualise the flames roaring to life in the palm of her hand - willing herself to attack first - because if she did not then that thing would.

She was convinced that speed was the best thing.

[Roll: 9]

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8~

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