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Yeah, that was what I sorta expected. XD
So, head's up. I got a full time job for the summer, and I'll probably be less present here as a result.
I don't see what's wrong with it, as it's a post from their character's perspective, and thus, will have a whole bunch of biases attached. Realistically, misunderstandings do occur in regards to impressions and expressions.
Guess using library-net isn't a possibility? Ah well.

@Shiinen@BCTheEntity
So, just to confirm once more, Ein and Roger knew each other back when they were alive, right? The whole 'Imma kill myself because you're too scared to kill me' deal? Or is that not a thing anymore? The lack of recognition on the part of Ein disturbs me.
Did you read the post? The situation has been set. Just have your characters react accordingly.
@Cyanide Sweetie
First post of the OOC. It's no longer useless.
Isn't your character asleep, Lord Santa? If you're going to go the 'fuck everything, I'll sleep' route, at least carry through with it. XD

And if you fall, you die. Splat against the ground and turned into a puddle of gore. Because no, they're no longer near the river.
While I'm at it...Yes, some of these pairings are REALLY intentional. XD
Pairings.

@RoflsMazoy vs @Cyanide Sweetie
@Ostarion vs @Crimmy
@Shiinen vs @BCTheEntity
@Lord Santa vs @SilverDawn

Generally, I'd let you all figure out what's going on IC, but last time I did that, people literally just chatted. SO here.

It's a deathmatch, and your characters are generally human. It means that these fights are going to be bloody and fast. Unless you go fisticuffs, like a man. That's fine too. I would say that it should be finished in a maximum of...six-eight posts?

Lord Santa, SilverDawn hasn't made a CS yet, but it's supposed to be popping up in 6 hours, so yeah.
Laiss didn’t respond at all to all the antics around him. Even as a white-washed human (clearly used make up for that utterly white complexion) walked up to him and told him to pick a card, the abnormally tall being didn’t move. Even as a knife was tossed accurately into the card, which in turn was tossed and transformed into a shark, the expressionless being simply watched, never intervening. It was doubtful that Laiss would interfere even if they started cannibalizing each other. Finally though, the monster moved as the first hand was raised, by a dark-skinned youth.

Eldren Cade, the one that died from choking on an unnaturally large peanut, was it. His questions, however, were rather mundane and pointless. The demon’s spherical head rolled off to the side as it said, “This happened because you died. And, as for the test, I must apologize. Disclosing information regarding the contents of tests is forbidden. Is that not the same for schools on Earth as well?”

The monstrous gentleman turned his attention to Ein Ferah next, the one that killed herself because her murderer, Roger Ranger, was too much a bitch to do so. Perhaps for this then…no, he’ll let the fates decide in this case. “You were hit by a shark because that’s Altzer Sozei’s power, drawn out as a manifestation of his life. Don’t worry, you’ll learn more about all this come tomorrow.”

“As it stands though, ladies and gentlemen,”
he began, clapping his attention and robbing them of their voices with that action, “I do believe it’s about time to start the test. I trust that the majority of you have settled down after the afterlife shock? Well, it doesn’t matter in the end.”

With those last few words, the carpet expanded, growing twenty times its original size, before separating into sixteen individual pieces, with the students and Laiss on the central carpet. For a span of five seconds, the demon almost looked as if he was contemplating something. Then, he snapped giant fingers, making the sound of metal striking metal.

And, like that the children found themselves somewhere else, two people per carpet, facing each other on opposing ends. The carpet was approximatively the same size as a boxing ring, and, right beside them, was a dagger, measuring the size of their forearm, with a silver crossguard and a black leather grip. The blade was silver, thin enough that it was clearly more suited for stabbing than slashing.

“There you have it,” the gentle, faintly accented voice of Laiss rang, “I shouldn’t have to explain anything else, should I?”
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