[@Suku][@GarlandDaHero][@Savo][@JBRam2002]

[b]NPC: Jihei Okazaki - Drama Clubroom?????, Saturday Morning[/b]

Okazaki did not hide his quiet sigh at the unwarranted assault upon the prone form of the abandoned frog costume that his missing fellow dramatist had been enclosed within mere minutes before. Even if its appearance could be frightening, to attack it such vigorously was too excessive an action, although an understandable result of the situation they had found themselves in. However, the costume was still a part of their club wardrobe, and if they were to successfully escape this eerie realm, it would be necessary to make repairs. At least the damage appeared to consist mostly of scuffing, but he would need to take a closer look to properly assess it.

Except, it was not the time and place to do so; the other four students present had chosen to venture out of the clubroom to find out what had transpired. It was amazing how they could adjust so well to the frightening change of scenery, but given the strange calm that was dulling all his worries and fears, there was little room for him to truly decipher their psyches for how they could so easily take action. Simply more eccentricities that would elude him.

To venture out in a group, in any case, was a logical enough choice of action if they were to learn the truth. Waiting would provide a sense of security, but the introverted vice president knew as well as them that they could not simply sit aimlessly like shipwrecked sailors clinging onto a raft in the hopes that a passing vessel would rescue them from the freezing waters; the chances that anyone could save them seemed slim.

He squatted down next to his chair, quietly unscrewing one of the wooden legs. If there was danger, it would be of little help, but it was, as the others had stated, better than nothing. They would need to face any threat with their best, like the [i]shite[/i] of [i]Dōjō-ji[/i], but if they failed, it could be a possibility that their deaths were to follow. The thought flittered through his mind almost carelessly. He wondered why he was so unworried. It was admittedly a rather morbid and sudden conclusion to come to, and one would expect more worry, but it seemed distant to him. Only the fates of his fellows were a source of unease, but it was clear, even from the outside, that the subdued young man had managed to clamp down on the initial shock with a reserved aura.

"Lead on then ... Isami-san?" he said, the unfamiliar name dancing on the tip of his tongue. The chair leg was held in his left hand. His eyes glanced over to the second-year kendoka. It had been her proposition to leave, so he would follow.

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[@vancexentan]

[b]NPC: The Park, Saturday Morning[/b]

"Hmm, you won't have much time to explore when you're no longer a kid," said the middle-aged man as he chewed on part of his sandwich. "Not that there's many angles for you to see the world from."

He glanced down at his watch for a second to check the time.

"And for why I ask? No reason. Just entertaining myself before my employers call me back from this lunch break."