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[h1][color=firebrick]Yuuhei Seiho[/color][/h1]
Saturday Morning – Newspaper Club Room?

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A small, appreciative whistle came out of Yuuhei as he watched Natsumi flourish her new weapon, leaning against his desk to give her some more room. And when she gave her affirmation, he couldn’t help but return her satisfied smile with a lopsided grin of his own. It was rather odd, really, as the two were able to share a somewhat normal moment while the walls were busy being creepy with its blood dripping down it and the odd scream in the distance was really playing up the whole “You should leave” atmosphere. 

Either the two of them seriously needed help, or this place really had to step up its game.

As if in response to his unspoken criticism, a closer, more human scream cut off Natsumi’s question. The terror laced in the sound was almost palpable, rattling inside of Yuuhei’s eardrums for several seconds after it had already died down. Their eyes met for a moment, but before Yuuhei could even finish opening his mouth to speak, the white haired girl was already moving.

[color=firebrick]”Gutsy too, huh?”[/color] he muttered as her white hair streaked past him, his grin widening into a smile, admiring her ability to move without a second thought. Because for him, it felt like his legs were weighed down by lead from uncertainty, but she hadn’t even wasted a moment before taking off. But since he was never one to be shown up, Yuuhei forced his legs into motion, grabbing the slender box of darts off of his desk as he chased after her.


He wrapped a hand around the door frame and swung around the corner, but the sight that was waiting for him on the other side made him stop dead in his tracks. Natsumi was close by and a little bit down the hall there was a black haired girl running for her life, but it was the [i]thing[/i] that seemed to be pursing Ms. I Want Off This Ride that had momentarily caused him to forget how to move his legs forward.

Simply calling it a monster just seemed wrong, as the thing in front of him was simply too unnatural for that word to properly describe, as everything from the golden eyes that littered its torso to the odd noises it made simply screamed that this thing was not of the world the president had come from. How it moved or why it existed were both equally disconcerting questions for Yuuhei. But one thing was clear, when all you had were a handful of darts and a broom, getting in its way would only lead to a painful death. Unfortunately, given how illogically fast it was lumbering towards them, running away also didn’t seem like much of an option either.

Well then, it would seem that he was being asked to cross that bridge a tad bit earlier than he had expected. 

His expression had taken on a sad, humorless smile.

[color=firebrick]”Change of plans, Natsumi-chan. Take the girl and run.”[/color]