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Two years.
Around twenty-four months had passed since a handful of Armstrong High students formed contracts with the Zodiacs, spirits who had been denied their final rest and placed into Limbo. One by one, these high school students were chosen to don the powers of their respective Zodiacs and crowned as 'Hosts'. In exchange, the spirits were tied to the humans and their varied goals could be pursed. However, such events never went smoothly.
Zodiacs weren't the only entities to exist in Limbo, and they definitely weren't the only beings to interact with our living world. Unfortunate souls whose minds couldn't bare the harsh existence of Limbo were consumed by it. Their minds lost and their bodies corrupted and contorted in many different forms, these souls managed to leak out of Limbo and into our world. Later down they line, they came to be known as Hollows, and they yearned to mutilate anything that still possessed it's sanity.
It doesn't end there.
It had become apparent that Armstrong's handful of students weren't the only Hosts to exist, and not everyone had the same ideals. Some Hosts used their spiritual connection to take advantage of others, or downright overpower simple human beings with supernatural abilities. Together with the help of the Dominion, a secret organization created for this very issue, the hosts of Armstrong were able to (at the very least) survive the invisible war against both Hollows and the much more experienced Hosts with darker intents of their own.
It doesn't end there.
It had become apparent that Armstrong's handful of students weren't the only Hosts to exist, and not everyone had the same ideals. Some Hosts used their spiritual connection to take advantage of others, or downright overpower simple human beings with supernatural abilities. Together with the help of the Dominion, a secret organization created for this very issue, the hosts of Armstrong were able to (at the very least) survive the invisible war against both Hollows and the much more experienced Hosts with darker intents of their own.
Two long years had passed, and the worse has yet to come still.
It's your turn to make an impact, and shape humanity's future for their well being,
or give them what they deserve and deliver the final blow.
It's your turn to make an impact, and shape humanity's future for their well being,
or give them what they deserve and deliver the final blow.
| ARC 4 |
| EPISODE 1 |
"New Blood, New Wounds"
| Early Morning |
| - > |
| August 10th, 2015 |
| Brookfield |
| In front of Armstrong High |
The familiar rays of the sun washed over the southern town of Brookfield, Alabama, for the billionth time, as it felt. For most of the town's residency, it was simply another day at the grind, another run at the usual 9 to 5. To Armstrong High, the town's biggest accomplishment, it was a highly anticipated day because of the new students. The large clearing outside of the school was littered with growing spheres of people stepping off of their bus or other means of transportation. Dozens of the teenagers stood together before a few select people, mainly teachers, volunteering fourth-years, and the Headmaster of the school itself.
The Headmaster; Ivan Boone, visually scanned through wrinkled eyes towards the gathering mass of teenage bodies. For the new students, this felt like a grand event, but in reality it was customary for Armstrong High to group their newcomers for their tour of the school and it's surrounding area. A single rough hand came to readjust the glasses that sat on his face as he prepared to address his new posse.
"Good morning, everyone, and welcome to Armstrong High. I'm your Headmaster, Mr.Boone, and I would like to personally thank each and every one of you for choosing our school to further your education. For all of our sake, we'll try to keep this tour brief, as I'm sure most of you can learn more about our place of learning on our school internet." Boone turned his head toward the secondary building which was bigger than the school itself in height. "To your left is our Dormitory, as you can see, it's in an extremely close proximity to our main building, and safely within our school grounds as an entire block. In it should be fully furnished rooms for our students who have moved in to learn from out of town. Statistically, that should be three quarters of you."
From the beginning, there had been several different bodies alongside Boone's own, all varying in size and age. The Headmaster turned to said people as if to redirect the student's attention to them for a moment.
"To help me in making sure that everyone here is well informed on where everything is and how everything goes, I have elected several fourth-years and teachers to separate you all into smaller groups and provide you with a more personalized tour. I ask that you all begin to break apart into smaller groups so that the tour can begin and we can escape this oppressive sun."
The glob of students then began to peel off and expand, creating smaller groups of people like cells dividing. As these more acute groups formed, the teachers and fourth-years began to pick their own group to manage by walking up to them and personally greeting the mass much like the Headmaster did.
( To make this easier, all of the new characters will be in one single group, mentored by one person. There are still however, other NPCs touring at the same time. For simplicity's sake, everyone's in a singular unit.)
For one particular group with a reasonable number of students within, a fourth-year dressed in school uniform approached them with a smile as bright as the sun coating it. He was male, no taller than 5'8, and had a mop of light brown hair on his head. His hazel eyes peered into the new group of students with a welcoming feeling. "Hey everyone! My name's Ben, and I'll be your tour for today~" The enthusiastic behavior was hard to get a read on. Whether or not it was a forced emotion remained an enigma for now. "Before we begin, how about some of you guys introduce yourselves?"
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