[@Bornlucky]

[b]Uchima Senior High - Classroom Building????????[/b]

"Ryo-kun'll just have to throw water over her then!" 

Even despite her own uncertainty and injuries, Ai gently patted her companion's arm, smiling as reassuringly as possible at him. She was limping as she followed after Ryoma, her steps hesitant and careful as to not aggravate her sprain. Pale fingers had drawn back from gripping onto the arm entirely, instead merely holding onto his sleeve to reduce her burden on him.

"It's, um, totally okay to ramble," she continued, the words rapidly spilling out of her mouth as she tried to cheer him up. "I'll tell you a secret, okay?"

She leaned in somewhat, her expression trying to adopt a more mischievous, conspiratorial tone.

"I'm scared too," she admitted in a mock-whisper, before her voice grew worried and hesitant once more. "I-I'm not one hundred percent that everything will be okay. But ... it will be. Definitely gonna be! You'll be okay, so don't worry!"

An affirmation. Ai would believe in him.

Their steps had brought them to a part of the second floor classroom building. In this place, it was less windy, less cool: a fact made clear by each of Ai's breaths stabilising now that she was no longer as affected by the cold. The drudgery of the oppressive atmosphere was still ever present, but it was easier to breathe now. A place where they could start looking for anybody else who could've been throw into the eerie, monotonous realm.

There was another path further to their right, one that lead to a stairwell, while classroom doors bordered the hallway straight ahead.

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[@SMS][@chukklehed][@Sarcelle Renard]

[b]Uchima Senior High - Practice Building????????[/b]

Fists of rotting flesh, their size greater than even a human's head, appended the ends of powerful yet dessicated arms, gnarled white marked with strange, jagged black lines. Chips of aging wood, splintered into thousands of pieces, jutted out from the indescribably eerie skin of its left 'arm', the multitude of wounds leaking a greenish fluid with a sickly sweet scent that smelt so strangely familiar. A torso that shifted with every movement, an agglomeration of oozing black that was barely held together into a large, muscular frame. Insectoid eyes - ten - opened up at once upon that surface. Their golden glow pierced through the hallway. Their gaze moved around and around. Shifting. Sloshing. 

Its steps had been creeping. Lumbering. Inhuman. Because its legs were not legs at all. Solid pads, earthen in colour, were its seeming feet, stomping harshly in that disgusting manner across the wooden floor. Gears and pistons, rusting as black ooze dripped down their once pristine surface, connected those pads to its body. The 'legs'. Its charge was one of noise. Each motion brought that jittering, high-pitched hiss of the mechanical.

Two tongues dangled from a gaping maw. Sharp jagged teeth in a purple-lipped mouth that was topped by nothing that resembled a nose. Only two gems of amber. Shining brightly in that same intense yellow light. A head that was bald. No hair. Only two long pointed ears upon a swarthy, egg-shaped head.

And with a sound that was both hissing and choked roars, it was charging straight after Tsubaki.