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[hr]| April 10th, 2018 | Hintori Highschool - School Entrance |[@Scribe of Thoth][@Asura][@Lord Orgasmo]|
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Eyes locked upon the mirror, not a single sound escaped Yori's lips. Whether by a wave of confusion, instinctual dread, or silent awe of the unnatural phenomenon occurring before her, the young woman barely even registered Noriaki's warning under the brilliant blue glow that covered the interior of the gym. Nothing about the situation could be conveniently explained, not the disappearance of the butterflies, the mirror becoming a source of light, nor the subsequential shift of blue to black that heralded the appearance of an amorphous something that crawled out from the mirror's surface.

Unable to comprehend what she was looking at, Yori took precious seconds of time to realize that the strange material from the mirror had formed into an otherworldly appendage, and could only watch as it stretched with incredible speed toward one of the boys she had followed to the gymnasium and grabbed him by his leg.

While the others quickly moved quickly, she hesitated despite the circumstances, stuck in place as the boys struggled to wrestle the orange-haired teen away from the abnormal limb. It was only when the redhead looked her way that she began to move, a modicum of resolve rising to replace the confusion and fear in her eyes. Stopping where the hands were wrapped around an ankle, Yori rose her foot and stomped on its fingers as hard as she could, but to no effect. It was as if the appendage hadn't even noticed she had done anything at all.

Abandoning the idea of causing pain to force whatever was dragging her classmate to let go, she instead crouched down and attempted to pull one of the hands off, only to yet again cast aside the idea when she could find no leverage under the fingers or hands of the supernatural arm. Instead, she mirrored her classmates' idea to grab hold of the boy himself, wrapping both hands around his leg in hope of having better leverage as she pulled in unison with the other two.

Still, her efforts seemed to be in vain, and the foggy memory of a dream grew clearer in her mind. Through clenched teeth, she started to repeat words under her breath, barely audible to her classmates as she continued to pull as hard as she could. [color=c4df9b]"Don't slip. Don't let go. Don't slip. Don't let go..."[/color][/indent]