Kazeyama: Shiawase Twilight 7

[Zypher]

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Electricity crackled through the air as the dark one charged forward at and struck it, the bolts of electricity crackling down it's body as it let out another shriek. It stung like hell but it certainly wasn't dead. In fact, it was just getting started. It twitched and thrashed about as it moved impossibly fast up the remaining part of the wall and onto the ceiling itself once again, flattening itself so not even the dark one could touch it. From the three orifices on it's face oozed a viscous black liquid, and as it splattered on the tiles below an audible hissing sound could be heard, noting it as poison.

"Oh yessssssss, you children will die in here, all alone and without any help! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The creature screeched, again the voice coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. It skittered across the ceiling some more, like a cockroach it's face, or what passed as looking like one peering at each of the students that were left awake from the unobservant one.[/dash]

Kenta hadn't wasted time, he heard Yukisa's command and quickly retrieved his katana as the rest of the desks faded into the blue tiles. He drew the wooden sword and twisted the handle, drawing the polished metal blade out from it's hidden sheath, the blade ringing out in the air, against the shrieks of the creature.

"You monster! I'll kill you!" He cried out but noticed that the air was thinning and promptly decided to keep his mouth shut and his breathing light. Kenta charged underneath the creature and stabbed up with his sword catching the creature off-guard and stabbing it in one of it's legs. Another screech from the creature came out and it dribbled some of the poisonous ooze from it's mouth down and it struck Kenta right in the chest. Kenta cried out in pain as he felt the black ooze seep through his clothing and begin to burn his flesh. He quickly ripped off the tattered shirt and tossed it into the corner of the room, clutching his chest with his other hand. Sensing his moment of weakness the creature reached down with an impossibly long arm and dug it's sharp, long nails deep into his soft side, sending another wave of pain through his body, though he managed to hack at the arm with his blade and sever it from it's owner.

[dash=red]Another shriek, partly of victory and partly of pain as the arm was cut off, leaking the black ichorous poison out onto the floor. It watched in pleasure as the arm that was severed shrank back into it's scraps of clothing around it's body and another arm shot out to take it's place. The creature knew that it wouldn't be able to keep it's grip on the ceiling much longer, and it needed to escape soon, but torturing these meat-puppets was just too enjoyable! "YOU WILL DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HUMAN!" It screeched, intending it for Kenta but letting the others feel the sense of dread it was trying to spread. It scuttled along the ceiling some more letting out louder and louder screeches, hoping to outlast their air supply. It was a good thing they weren't trying to break the tiles where the windows leading outside were, that's where it's trap magic was weakest.[/dash]

 

[Radames]

Kotaro was quite shocked when the strange, horrific creature seemingly appeared from nowhere, and even more shocked when the entire classroom seemed to fade away and be replaced by an eerie cascade of blue tiles. Unnerved despite his years of experience with the supernatural, he wondered to himself if this was what the typical day at Kazeyama was going to be like. If so, he doubted he would be able to make it very long. Not by himself, anyway. In any case, there were more pressing problems at hand.

Although his desk and bag had disappeard with almost every other non-living object in the the room, he was relieved to see that his box was still there, resting on the tiles which had replaced the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, Kotaro cracked the lid open barely an inch, just to check and see that its earthen contents were still in place. When he saw that they were, he breathed a sigh of relief that somehow didn't leave him feeling very relieved at all. Closing the box once more and clutching it to his chest, he closed his eyes to focus more clearly on what he had to do. As his concentration deepened, tiny specks of jade-green light began to appear in the air around him. Circling lazily around his body at first, they suddenly began to revolve faster until Kotaro's eyes flashed open and they dispersed around the room in an instant.

While concentrating, he had heard a girl call out to him and tell him to get his weapon. While his shinai had been in his bag, and as such was now gone, the spirits of those slain by Masamune were more than prepared to do their job in this fight. With his thoughts, Kotaro directed them to spread across every inch of the blue tile that surrounded them all. If there was someway out of the strange trap the creature had placed them in, his fireflies would find it.

Sensing through his connection to the spirit lights that the wall where the windows had once been was yielding slightly to their pressure, he silently ordered all of the lights scattered around the room to converge on that area. They zipped across the classroom in the blink of an eye and crashed against the wall of blue tiles. A sharp, screeching noise rang out, although he couldn't be sure if it was from the wall or the creature, and he redoubled his efforts to force the lights to push against the wall.

With any luck, it would give under his power. I hope this works, he prayed, squinting from the exertion the effort was taking on him. If not... I don't know what we'll do...

 

[Zypher]

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A loud creaking could be heard as Kotaro's spirits pressed against its magic's weak point. Suddenly the sound of glass shattering filled the room and a large gust of wind rushed into the room pushing all of the unconscious students away from the hole and the tiles slowly started disappearing and the desks and items reappeared. The bright light from the sun outside came through the windows that were now uncovered, one of the windows was wide open and the creature saw it's opening, lunging from its perch on the ceiling out the window. It let out another screech as it plummeted out of view an landed roughly on the ground outside, it was seen running alongside the river, screeching, and taunting the students, it's voice echoing from inside the room, "I knew you humans were too weak to defeat me! COME TRY AND SLAY ME IF YOU DARE!" it cried out at them, pacing along the side of the river. Kenta was the first to take charge, running and leaping out the open window ignoring that they were on the second floor and landing rather roughly, the pain in his side and his chest causing him to falter.

He forced himself to get up, drops of blood marking his trail, and if any of the students had looked close enough they could see he was gashed open, practically exposing his innards to the outside world where the creature had sunk it's claws into him. Regardless of that he pursued the creature, katana in hand.[/dash]

 

[Nograd]

Desmond thought he'd at least try to help. He wouldn't use all of his powers but he'd use just enough to actually help. He ran after the person with the katana yelling ,"What can i do!?" He kept following right behin the person who wielded the katana. "Give me some release boyyy," The darkness hissed. Desmond summoned some powers to his hands a dark mist surrounding them. He shot it towards the beast stopping it in its tracks because he hit it in the back causing it to tumble.

 

[Jovian]

Miyako felt the fleeting moment of panic before she shook it off and steeled herself, fists clenched. She looked around as others were fighting and pulled out the 3x7 rectangular shaped magical sutras that she kept on her at all times. She cursed her luck that she would decide that a bow would not be necessary on day one of class. She would never be caught this unaware ever again, she swore.

She picked up a sutra from the stack and prayed over it, enfusing spiritual energy into it. She did that to a couple before putting the stack away and running for the monster. She placed one on its face and another on its back before getting knocked to the side, where she winced and looked at the monster to see the effect.

 

[The Marine]

Marcus was unsteady after the attempt, the creature had broken the current on top of being resistant to it it left him drained he worked on gathering more energy. the world was slightly out of focus. that was until the spell around the room had been broken. with the inflow of air came energy from the outside world that he could draw on. No where near the power a thunderstorm would give him but enough to allow him to move and to fight. He Followed after the katana wielder and the mystic and watched as she was knocked aside. having placed sutras on the thing. He was ready to charge but a memory from his master floated across his mind.

When the enemy has proved more powerful than you initially thought then you have underestimated. That is a fatal error if given the chance to recover over compensate. Overkill does not exist in the real world.

Overkill, a concept his teacher has looked down on with disdain. There is no reason that a dead enemy can be considered over dead was his reasoning that victory was victory. Marcus held back his impulse to charge and instead opened his mind to the power around him feeling for more form of energy something to feed into the air around them. the sky was always ready for lightning. the right trigger was the only problem

"I need more power!" he shouted in frustration the electricity accessible to him was not enough for a trigger the wires from the transformer across the yard were insulated which prevented him drawing from it. Even though power arced towards him from everything with power nearby it still was not enough of a trigger. The light show was impressive but without something substantial he was barely stronger than when the fight first began.

 

[Dawn]

The way the creature scuttled around on the wall and ceiling strongly reminded Kaelyn of a spider. The comparison was just downright disturbing considering he wasn't too fond of spiders. However malevolent this creature was, the young siren found it to be far more interesting. After all, it was drooling acid! He cringed though when it struck the blonde boy. He could just imagine what it must have felt like and the thought made him squirm where he stood.

They definitely need more help, he thought as the fight progressed. He took a step forward to join in, but unfortunately at that moment, the tiles coating the outside windows burst under the pressure of another student's attack and Kaelyn was standing directly in the way. A chunk of the tile soared with the massive inward rush of air and struck Kaelyn on the head before it had a chance to dissipate. He fell to one knee, holding a hand to the side of his head and for a moment his vision blurred and he lost all feeling in his limbs.

He watched, stunned with pain, as the blonde boy followed by a few other students leapt from the window in pursuit of the creature. Get up! his mind shouted at him. Droplets of red trickled down the side of his face, around both sides of his ear, but Kaelyn wasn't about to let the others fight the creature alone. One of them was already badly injured and he had no desire to see anyone else meet that fate.

Forcing himself back to both feet, he narrowed his eyes and took a running leap out of the window. He landed harder than he would have liked, his legs buckling underneath, but he was back up on his feet again in a matter of a second and running full tilt toward the others.

They weren't too hard to find, what with the blood trail and the light show. When he arrived, it seemed the creature had been stopped for a moment by some kind of dark aura and wounded by two sutras, which was good news for him. As he slowed rather quickly into a full stop, he took a deep breath and let out a harsh, high-pitched, unreasonably loud whistle and aimed it straight for the creature. The result was like watching a wasp in the cold, struggling just to move a few inches let alone try to fly. The pitch was assaulting the creature's brain, forcing the whole system to go haywire.

Apparently the thing could hear afterall.

But it only worked as long as Kaelyn whistled. He couldn't even pause to tell someone to finish the damn thing off. He'd practiced for four years to lengthen his attack time, but he wasn't very physically strong like that blonde-haired boy. So after just a few seconds, the strain from his wounded head proved too much. The whistle died off as his hearing faded away and he passed out.

 

[Acquariana]

Iolanda was humming a little tune to herself as she walked. To those who passed by her they had little to no idea what she was humming to herself. It was her first time here and navigating the campus had proved to be quite a confusing task for a first-timer. After navigating the school for several minutes she found herself in class 3-S. Her seat was all the way in the back by the window. The atmosphere was light and inviting to her as sunlight streamed through the window, inviting a toothless smile to come from her countenance.

Then in what seemed like an instant, everything changed. A horrid creature rose from the middle of the classroom. The classroom's exits disappeared as blue tiles sprang up. The air in the room felt stagnant. It screeched violently as it knocked out the teacher and proceeded to attack the students. The air in the classroom reeked of toxic gases that fumed from the creature's unholy magic. It took such joy in slashing away at the students that Iolanda couldn't do anything but cower behind those who were trying to fight the dastardly thing. Holy crap! If this is gonna' happen everyday then how the heck am I supposed to make it past this school year, much less make it past today?!

After various, almost explosive releases of poisonous substances and magic Iolanda felt relief when the windows shattered open, letting in a gush of fresh air as the nightmare room she had just stood in began to return to being a normal classroom. There were still, however, many injured students around her. She felt totally helpless as a few leaped out of the window in pursuit of Kenta and the evil creature. Seeing as hardly anybody else currently in the room was able to walk to the extent that she could, she quickly looked around the classroom for a phone. I can't help anybody here but I can at least call somebody to come help. She quickly called the office and left a hurried message detailing that some sort of demonic creature had attacked class room 3-S and that there were several injured students who were either in the classroom or pursuing the monster around the campus. After she hanged up, she sat in panic, noting that her clothes were quite damaged from the poison and that her skin felt quite irritated.

 

[Nograd]

Desmond shot some more dark energy at the creature his eyes turning a shade of red as he did so. "Yesss, realease your anger fuel me and our power!" The darkness yelled as it gave Desmond more power. He began to use more power feeling a sort of release within himself. The darkness energy grabbed the creature by its legs and pulled it towards him. He laughed not knowing why he did but he did so anyways. ​"Does it not feel great? Let me kill this pathetic beast," The darkness hissed

 

[Kitti]

With two injured classmates already, Yukisa was beginning to feel more panicked now. At first, it had seemed almost like a trick or a prank but now it was most definitely serious. Why wasn't someone, anyone, coming to help? Surely someone could tell that something was wrong! Choosing to try to help in any way she could, Yukisa wielded the naginata with both hands and leapt after the Kenta.

Yukisa arrived just in time to see one of the students was pulling the creature toward him and as though in slow motion, Yukisa could see the ichorous poison congealing at the creature's maw, preparing to be launched in his direction. Hoping against hope that she was fast enough, she utilised what little she'd learned with the athletic clubs and jumped toward the boy. Kicking him jarringly with her school shoe, she knocked him aside but not fast enough to prevent some of the poison from being smattered like wet paint across the boy's hands.

"Fool, it will burn you" Yukisa hissed, her mouth turned down in a frown at the injury - it would only be minor. Her teeth were bared to the creature and she twirled the naginata, jabbing it threateningly to ward it away. Touching it, getting near it, was dangerous. A few well-placed stabs with the naginata had the creature at least on the defensive but she was unsure how to proceed. By no means did she think she'd be able to best it with just the wooden weapon.
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[Zypher]

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Attacks! Strength! These humans were much more than the demon had counted on. The sutras attached to it caused it to scream in agony and the whistle attack that caused further damage. It wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer at this rate! Spitting it's acid at the one who used the darkness to it's bidding it cackled as the practice naginata was thrust at it. An audible hiss could be heard as the sutras attached to it lit on fire and fell to the ground and the creature itself faded. "YASHA NO GEKIZAI WILL RETURN TO KILL YOU AAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!" The creature shrieked from it's three orifaces as it faded out of their plane of existance, fleeing from where the students could continue to hurt it. [/dash]

Kenta gasped as the creature fled, clutching his side and dropping his katana in the grass. The poison was still eating away at his flesh and his side was torn open. He tried to speak but was having trouble even opening his mouth. He took a couple of steps to where the creature was and collapsed on his face. From the school rushed a figure, a woman, a nurse, the nurse, rushed towards the group that was gathered, having been summoned from the office itself.

"If any of you are uninjured you are to report back to class immediately," Asahina-Sensei said, her voice monotonous and calm. "If you don't you will be placed in solitary confinement for eight hundred thousand years." She turned her half-lidded gaze from one student to the next before stepping over Kenta's fallen form and heading for the river with what looked like a sake bottle from the Meiji era. As she began to fill it her voice carried over the grass to where the rest of the students were gathered, although strangely it was just as flat and monotone as if she were standing right next to them, "Hayau-San, could you please escort the students that can walk to my office, I will take care of Suzuki-San." Her voice instructed even though her gaze was away from the group, intently filling the sake bottle."

 

[The Marine]

Marcus dispelled the gathering ti flashed out of existence with a loud crack similar to the lightning he had been trying to trigger. His blood pounded in his ears rage at his failure, he had stuck the creatuer first, he should have killed it but it had escaped him. He had underestimated the creature as well as overestimated himself. Pride is the ultimate destroyer. His Master's voice still rang in his head at his failure.

He was startled by the teacher's voice she seemed to materialize from nowhere. He recognized her as the school nurse. He looked around finally noticing how bad the wounds on the katana wielder were. He rushed forward ignoring what the nurse had said. "God damn it, sensei he is hurt bad." he had enough sense not to touch the wounds. "Hey you are going to be alright." he said to the boy. His voice was deep like the rumble of distant thunder. he turned to watch the Nurse as she filled the Sake bottle.

 

[Shiny]

Ame was intent on missing the first of day class at first, as much as it was frowned upon. A particularly bad migraine-- but not worst than what she was used to-- plagued her that morning and she wasn't even motivated to get out of bed. So when it suddenly went away a little later, she no longer had an accuse to just lie in her bed like a dead body.

After getting up and performing her necessary morning routines she made her way through the complex maze known as the Kazeyama campus. It had taken her some time to get used to it the first year, even now she occasionally had to stop and look for some kind of sign to make sure she was heading in the right direction. She was nearing the wing where room 3-S, her home room this year, was located when she heard the crash of shattering of glass, and the struggling sounds of battle that followed. Conflicts of grand proportions and damage to the school as a result weren't entirely new to her in this place, but this one seemed pretty bad. But it was Ame's way to stay out of the way of others, so she took another direction to enter the building. Only, when she did find classroom 3-S, she found it a complete mess. Broken windows and desks, and unconscious but seemingly unharmed students on the floor, some of which starting to stir and wake. It appeared it was a good thing she stayed in bed late.

 

[Kitti]

Used to following the orders of the nurse, Yukisa bowed and motioned for the students to follow her. Her eyes flicked from each student to the next but she didn't say anything else. With the practice naginata in her hand and the command of the nurse at her back, Yukisa doubted that any would disobey. Not that they would want to, of course. She would be escorting the injured students that would need treatment.

After all, there were no students feigning illness at the nurse's office anymore, not since little Yukisa had joined the school. With the danger of being called out as not being truly sick, those who just wanted out of class were forced to suffer with the consequences of simply not showing up. Yukisa was well-versed in minor bandaging techniques and simple treatments and for the students who were simply scraped, she would be able to help them until the nurse came.

The nurse's office was sterile, white, and uninteresting. This little office, however, felt like home to her after all the time she had spent here. Often, when she was younger, Yukisa would spend her free time in the nurse's office since she couldn't go off campus. She had learned a lot, poring over the medical textbooks that the nurse kept on the shelves lining the sides. Motioning to the cushioned bench seats, Yukisa indicated where the students who had followed her were to sit.
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[Nograd]

He sat boredly not knowing what just happened. "Boy did this not feel greatt?" The darkness hissed amusingly. "It felt good but . . . i just dont know," he replied aloud quietly though so no one else could hear him. He shook his head still feeling the darkness trying and wanting to break free. He felt its power and its anger churning inside him like gears.

 

[Radames]

Kotaro was hesitant to leave the scene of the battle that had just concluded, partly because of the adrenaline that was still rushing through his veins and also because he realized one of his fellow classmates had been seriously wounded. Then the nurse arrived, and he began to feel better knowing those who had been hurt would be taken care of. The nurse's brusque demeanor caught him off-guard, however. She seemed to be taking everything in stride and acted like the most important thing at the moment was for all of them to get back to class. When she knelt to gather water from the river nearby, Kotaro was confused even more. Then he sensed through the shifting cloud of green lights that was following him that the river was radiating spiritual power. Maybe the nurse was going to use it's water to heal the injured student who had fought so valiantly against the demon. Kotaro hoped that was the case.

Nevertheless, he was still left with the task of getting back to the classroom. He could have had the spirits lift him up to the place where the windows had been broken, but he decided it would be best just to walk back to class, having already relied on them heavily during the fight. Kotaro eventually found his way through the labyrinthine hallways and stairwells of the Kazeyama campus and finally arrived back at the room whose sign read 3-S. As he entered the classroom, he noticed a rather dazed looking girl standing just inside the door, staring down at all the damage from the recent battle. She was wearing the same uniform as all the other students, so he assumed she was part of their class and had only just arrived, making her somewhat late.

"Did you just get here? We've been rather... eh, busy this morning." Thinking she deserved some explanation for why the classroom was in such a state, he started to clarify for her what had just happened. Kotaro almost immediately realized, however, that it would take quite a while to explain those events, and he wasn't sure exactly how to put it all into words. Instead, he flashed the girl a bemused smile and went back to his seat, where he was pleased to see his bag was once again in its place beside his desk. Sitting down, he turned and looked out the shattered window where bright sunlight was now streaming in and wondered when and how the class would resume.

 

[Jovian]

Uninjured except in her pride, Miyako stood and returned followed the other uninjured to their class room. Her mind replayed the battle in her mind. She was figuring out what had worked and what hadn't. And she was trying to figure out who she should turn to for instruction should the creature come back as it had threatened. Surely one of them had a knack for leadership? Her eyes went to those who had signed their name to the paper before the attack. Perhaps one of them?

Shrugging after some thought, she decided it wouldn't matter if the creature never came back. Choosing to pretend everything was all right instead, she continued to her seat. The only thing she learned from this was that she would never leave behind her bow and arrows again.

 

[Zypher]

Asahina-Sensei, the school nurse had finally filled the sake bottle with the water from the river and placed it in a holder on her hip before gingerly retrieving Kenta's fallen form and his katana and covered the ground with a speed unseen by most students yet, almost as if she teleported back into her office. She quickly placed Kenta and his things in a bed in the back and drew the curtain around him before approaching Yukisa. "Take care of the others and send them back to class, you know where the supplies are. I shall take care of the one in the back. You return to class right as you are done." Asahina-sensei continued in her unflappable monotone voice as she instructed her aide before turning on her heel and heading back to take care of Kenta.

In the classroom, Aoi-Sensei slowly rose from where she was laid, unharmed but a bit dazed. She looked around at the students that had returned and sat down behind her desk, holding her head in her hands. "Oh, what happened to the creature? Is everyone okay?" She looked around, and then to the broken window. All she could do is groan and place her head between her arms on her desk and wait for the bell when she could go to her next class.

 

[Dawn]

When Kaelyn came to again, he was relieved to see that the battle had ended. Sitting up, he clutched the side of his head and groaned quietly as the ground began to spin as if he were on a merry-go-round. Quickly he jammed his eyes shut again and waited for the spinning to stop. Just barely did he hear Asahina-sensei ordering the students to two seperate locations: injured to the infirmary and the rest back to class. And although Kaelyn could be considered injured, he really wasn't one to let people fuss over him.

When he felt a bit more steady on his legs, he pushed himself to his feet and gazed around with a bit of a dopey expression. The hand that had been pressed against the wound on his head fell to his side when he saw the extent of injury the blonde boy had taken. Instantly Kaelyn felt terrible inside. I should have been able to do more, he thought bitterly. And as he watched Asahina-sensei carry the boy off, his chest grew tight with self-loathing. If only he wasn't struggling so much to control his power. The only safe attacks he could perform were just short of useless and that thought left him with a strong need to better himself.

For a moment, his thoughts went back to something his father had said not too long ago, ranting on and on about how Kaelyn needed to change if he was ever going to succeed in life. Maybe there was a bit of truth to that after all...

With a bit of a sigh, he headed back for the classroom, taking the hallways this time rather than the window. But as he stood outside the door, hand outstretch to slide it aside, he realized he still had a bloody headwound that would probably draw far too much attention to himself than he could handle. So he dropped his hand back to his side and kept walking down the hall to the boy's bathroom. Leaning over the sink and gazing into the mirror, he held a wad of paper towel to his head with one hand while the other wiped blood from his neck and ear.

 

[Shiny]

Ame watched as a few people started trickling into the wrecked classroom, probably the ones who were here when whatever happened went down. She started glacing around, wondering where her seat was-- though a lot of the desks were out of place anyway-- when she heard the boy's voice. She looked at him through a slight part in her hair, awkwardly nodding a little. Right, she should say... something, "y-yeah," she muttered quietly. Boys were definately hard to talk to, especially ones that could easily be considered handsome. And this one fell into that category so she couldn't help but shy away a little.

She looked to the front desk when the teacher started to get up, then she spotted the seating chart and found where her spot was. After bowing slightly to the teacher, Ame moved to sit down torwards the center of the room.