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The World of Wasted Dreams

Tsubasa let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when Aito touched his shoulder. He didn't know the other boy, not really. His name and face and maybe a few words had been spoken between the two of them in the past, but then again that was how Tsubasa knew everyone, friendly but never too personal. Maybe it was the physical contact, the reminder that even though they were in whatever circle of hell this happened to be that they weren't alone, that made some of the tension leave his body. "Right, yeah. Of course they aren't real." You just have to calm down and think rationally, Tsubasa. Freaking out won't help at all. Telling himself that was all but useless. It wasn't going to make those horrible screams go away. Even if they weren't his brothers and sisters, they were still heart breaking.

At the suggestion of leaving and finding somewhere safer, Tsubasa remembered the set of keys in his pocket. They were all but useless now, unless you wanted to stab someone with them. If the layout of this place could change on a whim like it did yesterday, they'd probably never get anywhere close to the club room ever again.

All thoughts of being safe just because they were in a closed room went out the window when he looked over at the thing in the corner. It was heart breaking yet absolutely terrifying at the same time. He wanted to clean it up and tell it everything was going to be okay but at the same time wanted to smash it's head in with a baseball bat. It was those eyes, those black,
seemingly soulless eyes. They sent shivers down his spine.

From there, everything happened almost too. One second Shizune was doubling over in pain and the next she was out the door, horrify child right behind her. Tsubasa felt entirely helpless. What was she doing, going off on her own? Part of him wanted to run after her, tell her how stupid she was being, that strength in numbers was a very real thing, but the voices from the other hall kept him in place.

“Wait,” he called out as Shiori left. No, splitting up like this was most certainly not the safe thing to do. No, they were like a team here and teams didn’t function when members left or closed themselves off from others. It just didn’t work. She wasn’t even armed. Neither of them were. Maybe he was a worrywart, his siblings would certainly accuse him of being one, but letting those two go off alone was as good as letting them die in his mind. Maybe he was crying just a little bit too, but that wasn’t important right now. He had to talk to the others before anything happened.

“Listen,” Tsubasa said, turning back to the rest of the group. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to let anyone go anywhere alone. Hell, I don’t even think it was a good idea to let those two go off on their own, but we can’t change that now. But I also think that if we want to get both of them back, we’re going to have to split up.” Deep breaths “But you’ve all seen how this place changes. I’m afraid if we split up now, we’ll never get back to each other. For all we know, we could have already been permanently split off from the other two.” Put on a brave face Tsubasa. Like it’s a game and the other players don’t think they can win. The stakes are just a little bit higher. “But I don’t want to give up on them either. I just...I’m sorry. I don’t really know what to do, but I want everyone to stay alive.”

It was moments like those that Tsubasa wished he was more intelligent. A more intelligent person would have come up with a plan, not just offer a shitty motivational speech. Tsubasa could be the heart, proud, motivational, supporting, but he couldn’t be a brain. A brain was what they needed right now. A brain would keep them alive.

The World of Wasted Dreams

My post may be delayed a little bit. The power is currently out so my computer isn't an option but I'll start working on one on my phone.

The World of Wasted Dreams

Tsubasa will have to compete with Aito for leadership of the harem or they can hook up and leave the girls up to their hotyuriaction

The World of Wasted Dreams

Goddamnit I can't participate in the hot yuri action.

On another note, I'll probably post either tonight or tomorrow morning.

The World of Wasted Dreams

The first thought on Tsubasa’s mind upon entering the room was that maybe he should have just locked himself in the club room, if what Shizune said was true. He could have easily barricaded that door and locked himself inside. Then the only entrance would have been the small window, which he doubted anything could really fit through. And given how they seemed to be just walking in circles, something told him that he wasn’t going to be getting back there on purpose any time soon. Well, regretting wouldn’t do him anything now, so Tsubasa pushed the thoughts of holing up in the club room to the back of his mind.

Unfortunately the pile of blood and guts wasn’t quite as easy to dismiss, but sleep did come eventually. Tsubasa gripped the baseball bat tight to his chest the entire time.

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Tsubasa dreamed everything was normal, that the previous day had never happened. He went home after helping the baseball team clean-up, helped his younger sister make dinner, did his homework, got a bath, and went to bed. He even dreamt about sleeping in his own bed with one of his younger brothers in the bed across the room.

Maybe that was why his first reaction, while still half asleep, upon hearing the cries was to go “yeah, yeah. I’ll be there in a minute” and let out a yawn. That was when it hit him. He wasn’t at home. His little brothers and sisters wouldn’t be calling for him, because he was trapped in whatever hell this was. That couldn’t be them.

But what if they’d gotten trapped here too? Tsubasa shook his head. They couldn’t have. After all, they weren’t at the school when everything happened. Even his next oldest sibling, who was only a year younger than he was, had stayed home sick that day. But still, what if? He shook his head again. No, they weren’t here. This was all just this twisted place trying to get him to mess up and do something stupid.

The fear that is was his younger siblings on the other side of that door wouldn’t go away though. no matter how many times he told himself to keep his cool and think rationally. (Then again, this place seemed to defy all forms of rationality) He edged closer to the door, baseball held tight in his left hand. He stopped when he reached the place Shizune was sitting. “They’re not real right? I mean, they’ve got to be just monsters. There’s no way,” his voice was trembling, giving away how unsure he was of the words that were coming out of his mouth. Every passing second made him less and less sure. Even though Tsubasa was fantastic at keeping his cool, it just wouldn't hold in a situation like this.

The World of Wasted Dreams

I'll post tomorrow. I've got to make characters and stuff for a few other rps, so I doubt I'll have time tonight. Sorry!

The World of Wasted Dreams

I'm fine with moving on too.

The World of Wasted Dreams

Even the dead character likes her. Amazing.

Camp Half Blood RP

I'd be up for this.

Just Another Roleplay Search

I'd be up for the teacher X Student or Professor X Student ones. Whichever you prefer.