[h2][center][color=steelblue][b][i]Katashi Todo[/i][/b][/color][/center][/h2]
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[color=steelblue][i]World of Wasted Dreams. If it were from anyone else under any other circumstance, I wouldn't be believing it, but the truth is right here before my every sense. Actual supernatural phenomenon revealing itself only to bite us all in the ass like some gorefest horror movie. Well King might have said this is the price for looking into the unknown, though the ichor and darkness makes me think of another horror author...[/i][/color]

Katashi's darkening ruminations weren't without merit as he found Shizune staring off towards the door, everything falling into a dead silence. Before the motley group was an eerie figure that bore the appearance of orchestra violinist who suffered a nasty injury on the way to the evening's performance. Bile accumulated in Katashi's throat as his mind went through the mental gymnastics to connect the shredded arm to the bow string held in the other. As impossible as it sounded, the student knew that in such an alien local as they were that he could hold nothing he knew as an absolute certainty here. Even the basic necessities common in all living things weren't applicable in the World of Wasted Dreams, which would have spoken to the scale with which they were all imperiled if not for more pressing matters drawing their attention.

The creature acted in a mockery of human expression, drawing the bow along torn skin and muscle to produce that enchanting perversion of one of man's greatest forms of expression, it's music a grim dirge to foreshadow the fate that seemed to await those trapped in this dimension. Finding this further punctuated by the lashing of intestines around the other awakened boys' throats, lifting them from the floor and attempting to strangle the life from them while a deluge of blade-wielding dolls issued forth from the creature's chest.

[color=steelblue][i]Damn it I need to do something, any-[/i][/color]

Spurred on by the frightened pleas of Anri, the savage will to survive in Alex, and flagrant disregard for school regulations on carrying concealed weapons at school in Jack, Katashi choose his course of action. 

Grabbing the fallen chair he had been occupying before their dimensional transition by the backrest, Katashi dashed the few steps between him and Shizune who was still standing over the last student who had yet to awaken. With a surge of adrenalin emboldening him Katashi swung the chair horizontally, smashing away the closest dolls as far away as he could and preferably out the door. A wooden leg, seemingly loosened during the quake, flew off with the impact and sailed across the room, skidding along the floor before coincidentally coming to a rest near Yuriya.

[color=steelblue]"Shizune, how do we deal with this thing?!"[/color] Katashi barked out, voice terse as he stole himself to face more of the approaching dolls. Planting himself firmly before the occultist and the sleeping student with weapon raised for another sweeping blow, he endeavored to give the one person who had any experience and knowledge of this place and its inhabitants some breathing room. [color=steelblue]"If you've been here before you must have dealt with this or something like it. I'll try and keep these bastards back but you have to get us out of here before someone dies!"[/color]