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Jigokuraku Academy

Don't recall if I specified this before, but if you head to the same Zone as someone else but do not specifically follow them, you'll probably not get the same events as them.

Jigokuraku Academy

Zone 1

@Delta44@follycle
Excitement and clarity drove Azukina and Kuuki forward, both of them breaking into a sprint despite neither of them having warmed up beforehand. But the effects of such reckless disregard for their muscles had no consequences as Hiroki’s turbines reminded them that they would be left to the dust if they did not shape up quickly.

Taking to the perimeter, the two girls ran down the streets to an area much of the same as the one by the bus. Though there were still mounds of rubble from collapsed buildings and broken pavement that exposed wet dirt beneath, it certainly wasn’t as apocalyptic as any of the other scenes they had passed by, and the relative orderliness of the sector reflected the lack of dummies in the area. Stuck partway through a wall, a large dummy repeated grunts of exertion. Legs trapped in a sewer, a small dummy looped a crying soundtrack. Still more sounds could be heard within half-destroyed buildings, dummies unwilling (though more likely incapable) of leaving their shelters despite the encroaching villainous threat.

Easy pickings, perhaps, but on the other hand, these dummies certainly weren’t villains, were they?

Zone 3

@Lugubrious@AdmrlStalfos19@vFear
With his spotlight carving a swath through the mist, Goro made his way at a slower pace than the others, his breath rising against the cold temperatures as he ran around rubble and potholes. Unlike the more desolate places that Azukina and Kuuki dashed towards, the section that the light-bearing student found himself in was closer to that of a residential area, a main street soon giving way to side streets and alleyways. Plastic garbage, lead unattended by man and beast alike, littered the narrow roads, and he occasionally had to scramble over the broken stone walls that served as fences for two-story family houses or duck under fallen streetlamps that cleaved into the roofs of neighbouring buildings.

In this area, however, with sharp turns and claustrophobic roads, the effectiveness of Goro’s light was diminished, and the ghostly silence of the residential area was haunting as well, inspiring a small bit of paranoia that a monster may jump out at any intersection. But there were no monsters, only silence, and soon enough, his efforts were rewarded. Trapped underneath a cylindrical concrete telephone pole, two adult-sized dummies laid in pained silence, the sound of their wheezed breathing hardly audible. Without his light, his downward gaze, Goro may have missed them altogether.

But mixed with the wheezing was a whimpering coming from elsewhere, the direction of the noise distorted by high walls and thick fog. A child, crying somewhere nearby.

It was simply a matter of priorities now, wasn’t it? Who deserved salvation first?

Zone 4

@ShwiggityShwah
Each great leap parted the mist temporarily, each grand blast of his jet sent him further away from those losers who played at friendship and heroic naivety without understanding a thing about the real world function: Hiroki above them all. Though consideration for his landings made him expend more energy than usual, the blue-skinned mutant practically sailed through areas that others crawled through.

Finally, Hiroki dropped down into what appeared to be an overgrown park, trees and weeds growing in abundance when not pruned or poisoned by human interference. Within the mist-laden forest, the sounds of destruction and screams were far-off, and instead, a different sound could be heard. Music, operatic and feminine, wafting through crackling speakers placed in unknown lands. On the ground, he could see that some differently-colored stones were scattered around, hardly noticeable if not for the temporary dispersal of mist that his landing afforded him, while around him, Hiroki noticed quite clearly that the forest he found himself in was meant to represent a ‘horror’.

Various dummies were scattered on the ground, their bits and pieces torn hungrily as if a beast had ripped through them. There was an arm here, a leg there, circuitry tossed with wild abandon, mad abandon. Other broken dummies hung from the branches, displaced and abused, while large claw marks marked a few trees. In the distance, leaning against a tree, however, Hiroki could spot a non-form leaning against a toppled tree, could hear the terrified murmurs that looped in the speaker attached within.

Heroism started with saving one ‘life’, but was this one worth the effort, if larger catches could be found elsewhere?

Zone 5

@KoL@Sho Minazuki
In terms of the most damaged sector, Minami certainly chose correctly, running through the fog with feline confidence into the center. And what destruction there was! For those who wanted to make something out of their lives as rescue heroes, the density of the screams and cries were certainly noteworthy, every voice mixing together to the extent that even her finely tuned cat ears had difficulty making out what was where. Clearly the site of an epic clash in the past, huge mounds of broken concrete were everywhere, and not a single building in the area stood straight. Like dominos they leaned against each other, the further ones flat against the ground, while power lines from scattered poles crisscrossed like a spider’s web. Somewhere amidst the screams, she could hear flowing water as well, either sewage or clean water sluggishly pushing through a broken pipe.

Some dummies were pinned underneath collapsed buildings. Others found themselves trapped at rooftops, their methods of getting down sealed by broken stairwells. There were more whose voices resounded weakly in the very depths of the mounds of rubble, unfortunately trapped underground, while others still laid in toppled vehicles, doors too crunched up to open, their seatbelts binding them to their seats. Further off, a section of the road collapsed completely, opening up to the sewers that laid beneath, a gaping maw that only the brave may wish to venture into, as screams and cries wailed out like ghosts bound to the underworld.

The terrain was most certainly difficult, and even Minami, with her agility, had trouble traversing it. No doubt whatever rescue efforts were to be made here, it would require efficiency and skill rather than nebulous desires.

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

Think if your memes were a problem, it'd be more apt to kick you out rather than kill the entire RP. So eyyy, don't worry about it? I'm personally hoping Quincy's just been busy with Halloween shenanigans.

Jigokuraku Academy

While the children outside debated hero ethics, the young girl inside the bus brought out the lunch she had packed, a carton of still-steaming Chinese food purchased from Panda Way. Holding it between her thighs, she pulled out a set of ear mufflers next, sparing only a half-friendly nod at Axel as the brown-skinned prospect set the baby doll down properly in the ‘safe zone’. That was a clean assertion, wasn’t it? Though it may have been unintentional, or on a whim, it was not without merit.

She kept that in mind as she snapped open her chopsticks and popped the first lump of sesame chicken in her mouth. No one else did much of anything, other than debate and discuss about the particulars of the exam rather than its contents, and as she leaned her head against the window, watching their mouths flap wider and wider, a full range of emotions explored within five minutes. A bit boring, huh?

She readjusted her ear muffles to account for the buns on either side of her head, before turning back to her food. Mm, fried noodles and saucy chicken, a truly excellent combination.

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It started not with a blare, nor with a beep.

It neither warned with a countdown, nor with a message.

No, the signal was nothing so clear, nothing so kind, for it was a roar of sound, a cacophony that tore apart the solemn silence of the fog and replaced with terror that was almost palatable. Distorted by the mist, a dozen voices cried out in pain, a hundred voices cried out in fear, and still more voices cried out just to cry, men and women, elders and children all alike in their abject despair as that vicious, unkind amalgam of sound rushed over all sixteen students simultaneously. They felt it in their bones, felt it rush up their spines, and soon after, could hearing destruction in the distance as well, explosions resounding with enough depth that it shook the ground beneath them.

Was this simply atmospheric, or was this the caliber of the villains they were to face? No matter what the quality of the ‘civilians’ they were to rescue, no matter how many corners they were allowed to cut in terms of their treatment, it was clear that Jigokuraku Academy weren’t kind enough to create an utterly saccharine environment for their entrance exam. The screams were half-deafening, the environment seeped with chaos, and the identities of their enemies were utterly unknown.

That’s Hell they’re walking into.

But to be a hero in such a tumultuous era, such was the barest requirement.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

You'll be launching another post before we go? Or can we dab on Luna's corpse immediately?

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

@QuincyYo, how long do you plan on waiting for CrystalApple? Dude's been offline for five days now.

Jigokuraku Academy

Entrance Exam

Details

Entrance Exam Details

The area in the exam will be split into nine different Zones, each with their own environmental quirks and difficulties. Consider each Zone a separate area, meaning that generally you will be unable to see what's happening in neighboring Zones.

Each post round will consist of 10 minutes in the IC. The current length of the exam will be kept secret for now, but there IS a time limit, so you're all aware.

In each post round, you will generally be able to move 1-2 Zones over in any direction, depending on the terrain. Further movement can be gained by either having a quirk that aids in movement, or by consuming five minutes worth of 'action' to move one extra space.

When entering a new Zone, I will do a quick update to bring you up to date with the conditions of the Zone. Large scale attacks will alter said Zone.

Posts involving civilian rescue will receive short updates from me in the IC. Note that there will be NO dummies that are simply lying around. No freebie points boiiiii.

When a villain is encountered, the fights will be collabed. Keep your additions to collabed fights short and, for the love of God, don't try to weedle your way out of bad situations by complaining OOCly about unfairness.

As an added detail, attack posts from students will be assumed to be happening sequentially, meaning a separate villain response to each student attack, unless you specify that they are happening simultaneously, thus increasing chances of friendly fire. Talking is NOT a free action, especially if your character has superhuman stats. Keep it to one or two lines of dialogue.

Everyone will be starting in Zone 2, where the bus is currently parked.

Civilians Rescued

• Inyouji Hikari - 2
• Orimura Houki - 2
• Haruto Kaito - 1
• Tetsumi Shiki - 1
• Nekoyama Minami - 1
• Dogurasu Goro - 1
• Inoue Taro - 1
• Suguro Umi - 1
• Datari Shun - 1
• Haruishi Mari - 0
• Mitsurashi Natsuki - 0
• Sakimoto Hiroki - 0
• Umeru Kuuki - 0
• Yomodachi Azukina - 0

Villains Vanquished

The Beast - Incapacitated by the combined efforts of Umeru Kuuki, Yomodachi Azukina, and Sakimoto Hiroki.

The Mastermind

The Ruler

The Shadow

The Dragon

Zones and Positioning

Zone 1 Umeru Kuuki, Yomodachi Azukina, Sakimoto Hiroki, THE BEAST (KO'd), Haruishi Mari, Datari Shun, THE MASTERMIND
Low density of rubble and dummies. The few that are present are entrenched deep in the rubble, but there are otherwise little to nothing that stands out. A bus with a busted engine lies there.

Zone 2
The starting zone. Bereft of dummies.

Zone 3 Dogorasu Goro, Suguro Umi, THE COCKROACH
Residential area with many alleyways and sidestreets. Many busted walls and fallen street lamps alongside two-story single family houses.

Zone 4
Overgrown park. Many trees with thick leaves, as well as rusted junk appliances strewn on the grass. Has a stream flowing in it somewhere.

Zone 5 Nekoyama Minami, Orimura Houki, Inyouji Hikari, Haruto Kaito, THE RULER, Tetsumi Shiki, THE DRAGON
Particularly rough terrain with many dummies under rubble. Power lines interlace the space. Broken water pipe leaks water sluggishly underneath the rubble. A collapsed portion of the road leads to the sewers.

Zone 6
A labyrinth of side streets and buildings that eventually opens up to a commercial area that has medium inconveniences stemming from prolonged destruction. Most of the storefronts are defaced, any easily snatchable goods taken.

Zone 7
???

Zone 8 Mitsurashi Natsuki
A desolate space filled with tall buildings that seem fairly intact. Features an imposing radio tower and stairs leading to the underground subway.

Zone 9
???

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

The food was passable, the company was passable, and the atmosphere was passable. Though not much was said between the three adventurers, it was pleasant enough to eat meat and rest their legs after the long trek into the forest. Overhead, the sun was beginning to dip downwards, high noon slowly giving away to the orange of afternoon, and even the few insects they saw flying over the muddy stream looked a bit charming. Idyllic, that’s what this sensation was. After a week of intense training under the strict guidance of people who were most likely borderline psychopaths, it was nice to not have anything to do.

Well, financial troubles were still present, but such troublesome things could be considered at a later date. If they got used to living in the woods, perhaps they could just run away from Andeave altogether, living off the land and slowly becoming seasoned woodsmen rather than risking life and limb at an occupation as nebulous as ‘monster hunter’.

Ash had already offered a humble piece of flesh (also hardly cooked, but eh) to Kur-Inuus. Matteo was busy distracting Muu with conversation as he snuck a few extra slices of rabbit from the Bladedancer’s portion. Only Muu remained alert and paranoid.
And thus, only her efforts were rewarded.

Hearing something snap in their surroundings, the silent girl stiffened suddenly as she looked into the direction, back at the bushes behind her. "H-Have you heard something?" she tried to reassure herself. Another small animal, or a m-

The light danced off two sparking points within the bushes, and before Muu could think about the implications, her training took over and she dropped down, low as possible. An arrow whistled overhead, scattering against the tree behind her, but Matteo wasn’t nearly as lucky, a second arrow digging deep into his left upper arm, the pointed head stopping only once it reached the bone. Without pause, two humanoid creatures burst out of the bushes, discarding their shortbows for a club and a dagger, respectively. With bloated bellies, long ears and beady eyes, they most definitely fit the ‘description’ of goblin, monsters with the strength and intelligence of human children, sharpened to a jagged edge by territorial ferocity and monstrous voracity. Hardly a moment passed before they launched themselves at the adventurers.

One pounced onto the prone Muu, while another charged towards the still-seated Ash, both eager to finish off the prey their bait had lured.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@Ariamis@BrokenPromise

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They had a teleporter too? Amaryllis clicked her tongue as gravity collapsed over the four magical beings, causing them to blink out of existence. It made little sense to her, why they wouldn’t have used that teleportation ability earlier on, but the matters involving Annabelle, her cadre, and the Beckoner were out of her hands now. Three versus one weren’t good odds, but that phantom thief would have to rough it out.

Her own concerns were mounting too. The aerial bombardment she had requested from Rina didn’t happen, meaning that her ranged support definitely had problems of her own, while the storm of random objects being tossed in every which direction was more ‘offensive’ noise to account for. Her muscles may be of steel and elysian might, but her body was still of flesh, and her clothing, embarrassingly skimpy as it was, offered nothing even comparable to the swordwoman’s polished armor. Then there was those strange words, how someone who supported the escape of an eldritch-summoning fiend was somehow affiliated with Beacon and even proud about it. The male, adult voice that rang through the speakers of the stadium as well, pointing out the dugout that was being dug out by a juggernaut of a scale beyond even herself.

It all piled onto her like a stack of annoying documents, filling her skull with consideration after consideration after consideration, until her Sword got tired of her bullshit and delivered a psychic slap across her cheek.

That cleared things up easily enough. A hero went straight through. A duelist took things one at a time. Someone like her, with such average grades outside of her gift of mechanical knowledge, should definitely not be cramming for multiple exams at once. And at the brilliant warcry of the silver lioness, Amaryllis charged as well, her thick thighs coiling and explosively propelling her towards her foe. Reading the sweeping strike, she gracefully bounded over the blade, but before her rapier thrust could land, the aftershock of the enhanced weapon sent her back.

Her weight was still that of a human, after all.

Somersaulting eloquently amidst a storm of petals scattered by the silvered champion’s might, Amaryllis smirked with the veneer of a noble fencer, her long locks billowing in the gust. It was nice, feeling the wind against her skin, and she leveled the point of her blade upon Shona once more.

“You speak of light, and yet paradoxically serve to protect the witch who has brought a mass of fiends upon the innocent populace, filling the stadium with their lifeblood. A warped righteousness is nothing but a delusion that will see the guiltless slain,” Amaryllis spoke, her blue eyes the distant cold of a peerless arbiter, “Though you claim to be Bedivere, you’re naught but Don Quixote, lead astray by the madness that you dismiss within your silver reflection.”

She stood tall, her chest puffed out, her offhand pressed against her back, her voice proud and unrelenting.

“I am Amaryllis Evenings, the Knight of the Rose, Swordbearer and Sineater. May this moonstruck blade free your soul, lest it be stained black with belated regrets. En garde!”

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

I will end you.