RoflsMazoy

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

@RoflsMazoy

There are 5 Kings, not 8.

@TheWindel

oh right, I forgot

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

"I-I-It's not like I can't make friends or anything!" He shouted, standing up from his seat and turning around. "I-It's just... _{harder than I thought it'd be... b-baka...!"}

Nooooo, he'd slipped into old habits again. His only comfort was that Bel seemed to be preoccupied and there were only 8 other people to see him embarrass himself. A -1 when it came to Bel was probably closer to a -6, however, so it sort of equaled out to about 2. The 'habit' had formed a little while after the Spaghetti incident. After he'd transferred he'd had the difficult task of making new friends after the last one. His older sister asked him every day, and every time she'd been more insistent. Kosuke was a terrible liar, but his sister enjoyed how cute he sounded the more desperate he got so it'd ended up _{just like that...}

Anyway, more of the Kings had showed up which was sort of rare. It wasn't every day that 3 out of 5 were in one spot. There was also someone called Erika? He'd heard the name, but whatever it was that'd happened to her, it'd taken place during Kosuke's blank episode the week before. Kosuke felt like she was so bright she was burning his skin. Not unlike phoenix fire on pasty white skin. There was an awful lot of star power behind him right now, and he was feeling the heat on the back of his neck. They were leaving now, but he didn't want to stick around.

"Uhhh, right... Where were we?" He said to Thomas, sitting down as the Blue King and the Red King bowed out.

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@Lord of Evil @KoL @Lucius Cypher @TheWindel @ColouredCyan @Reapthemusic

The World of Wasted Dreams

Iyato Kujo

Wet shoes can't stop him.
Truly Indomitable.
Truly repulsive.

Katashi Todo. He was one of the ones Iyato liked to avoid. He walked the bright side far too often for Iyato's liking, and it didn't seem like he had any dirty secrets to mellow himself out. Too cool by half, too boring by a third. Iyato did respect his sense, at the very least, but that was it. At least he'd confirmed there were other people with them in this hell. Hopefully Iyato would like them more than him.

"Guess I'll keep this chair then." Iyato said.

He picked up a nearby chair which seemed to be in good condition. It would probably be a good idea to stockpile non-booby-trapped items which could be of some use. That train of thought was also handy for distracting himself from how much he didn't like Todo. He'd imagine the chair would come in handy if there was something on top of a locker, or if someone needed to hang themselves.

"Have you got a rope?" Iyato asked.

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@Lonewolf685

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

"Uhhh..." Kosuke said.

He stepped in and took a seat across from Thomas, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie in the process. He hadn't expected the Blue King to be here... He was just about to ask what exactly the Black Guild was doing for the Cultural Festival because the messages he received gave him some conflicting messages. They weren't exactly a well organized force to begin with. The Sweepers had a network, but the Outlaws didn't, and it was causing problems for the ones on the lower end.

What he wanted was what it is everyone in the Black Guild thought they were doing, and a way to reach the ones who weren't in on it. But since the Blue King was here, he couldn't say all of that. It could give the Blue Guild a chance to strike. After the second civil war, maybe everyone had already figured they were only loosely following a banner together, but the fact that they didn't know how loose it was gave them an edge, even if it was mostly a blunt one.

Besides that, he had to remember he wasn't supposed to be jack shit right now. He wasn't a sweeper out of game, he was just another face in the crowd. He couldn't ask above his pay-grade or it'd be suspicious.

"If it's not too much trouble..." He said, taking a bite out of his cookie. "Would you be able to find out what the Black Guild is doing for the Cultural Festival?"

Now for the excuse... He thought.

"I have some friends in the Black Guild and they won't tell me what they're doing, but they keep telling me it's going to be amazing." He continued. Then was the clincher...

"Basically, I feel like if the Black Guild thinks what they're doing is going to be able to take on the White Guild's cafe, I'm going to need to prepare my anus." He finished.

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@Lord of Evil@KoL@Lucius Cypher@TheWindel

The World of Wasted Dreams

Iyato Kujo

Blood red skies for doom,
A world of horror awaits...
This is excellent.

His eyes snapped open. In front of him was an unfamiliar classroom. He was sitting up at a desk as if he had been sleeping at it. He was sure he had fallen asleep at his desk just now so waking up at a desk was a given. The problem was that this wasn't his desk, and this wasn't the classroom he was in before either. For one, it was a lot messier. There were broken tables and chairs everywhere and it seemed like the one he was sitting on was the only one intact. Oh, and the walls were covered in slime or something. It seemed a little pointless to him, unless whoever owned this place wanted people to slip trying to walk up a wall, which he could totally get behind if people who could walk up walls existed and were common enough to warrant such a thing. It'd be the ultimate sadistic feat. How would they react when they were deprived of the only thing that made them special? It would be a sight to see.

Well, even thinking that is kinda stupid though… He thought.

Iyato stood up and stretched. He felt a bit stiff from sleeping while sitting up. It wasn't something he did often because usually he'd choose to sleep somewhere outside in the sunlight, under the open sky. Speaking of the sky, it was looking pretty red too. Not like sunset red, but blood red, and the moon was pitch black. Did that mean he'd been sleeping there for longer than he'd thought? He could've sworn it'd just been after school…

In all seriousness though this was quite a situation. He could tell that this wasn't the world he'd been in when he'd fallen asleep. He couldn't see anyone around right now but judging by the way this usually went in the Light Novels he often read, he was definitely not the only one here. Looking for them would probably be the best idea so he stood up and walked over to the door. As he tried opening it, it screeched like it was rusted, and what lay beyond was a darkened school hallway, familiar and alien at the same time.

A smile crept onto his face. Not a large one, but there was a smile all the same. It was something about the atmosphere, but he found himself happy with his state of affairs. He felt like he was going to enjoy what was to come.

"Yeah…" He said. "This is my kind of place."

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

"Troublesome..." Kosuke muttered as he walked down the hall.

It'd been roughly three days since the civil war in the Black Guild which had sort of been a bittersweet experience for him. There were a few things he'd tried out which he had been greatly looking forward to but they hadn't been very good ideas in the end. He also didn't manage to get much EXP because he'd spent the whole battle flying around and he didn't have time to pick up the crystals. During the last two days and one 'blank' day, he'd been trying hard to make up for it and he was now 1,000 EXP off of leveling up. He heard Eclipse Princess had begun some kind of campaign against the Ebony Strikers and also that she was level 7 now. He knew he'd been seen fighting next to Arms Slave so it was likely that if she saw him he'd have to fight so he wanted new skills as soon as possible.

But now the cultural festival was coming up and he might not have the time. He'd heard that the reward for doing the guild that did the best during the School Festival was Corpse Collector's loot. He had a faint memory of the name so he'd looked it up, and apparently Corpse Collector had been an infamous hacker which had supposedly been perma-banned or killed IRL depending on which rumors you believed. Kosuke couldn't shake the feeling he'd seen them once but he really didn't remember at all...

He looked up and saw that he was finally at his destination; the Newspaper Club. Then he froze for a second.

Hibiki struggled to carry it all the way to the Newspaper Club, and when she did she had to lean against the door, move it with her butt, and then...

"Deliver- Kya!"

Hibiki tripped.

@Lord of Evil@KoL

@Ryonara

That voice was familiar. He'd heard it once but he had a feeling that the first time he'd heard it, it'd been... colder? There was an image in his mind of someone turning their back and going away somewhere while he was facing someone else, but when he tried to remember he couldn't get any further than that. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

He peeked his head into the doorway, sort of standing over Hibiki. He'd be helping her up but he was a serious lightweight. As in, even his little brother was able to pull him down, and his little brother was 10. He'd tripped on flat ground once and knocked himself knocked out for a whole hour. People that knew him said that it shouldn't be physically possible to be that lightweight but he kinda just was.

"Ummm..." He said, "I'm coming in to request some information..."

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@KoL@Lord of Evil@Ryonara

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

I'll be posting tomorrow at some point

The World of Wasted Dreams

Iyato Kujo

Name: Iyato Kujo

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 55.5 kg

Eye Color: Grey

Hair Color: Darker Grey

Age: 17

History: At some point, Iyato had been one of the normal ones. Home life was stable, school life unassuming, hobbies normal. He was one of the quieter ones for sure, but that was it. He had one friend in a certain place, and another friend somewhere else, mostly separate. There was one friend in particular that could be considered the closest. They were a little popular, but not too much. That friend had been interested in Iyato's straightforward nature. When they talked, Iyato told things like they were and not much else, but that friend seemed to enjoy it greatly. They were seen as somewhat close but Iyato didn't really seem to be as close to his friend as they were to him. The friends of his friend also enjoyed his company from time to time, but he didn't really acquaint himself with them either. They didn't particularly care with how much his friend liked him and they simply left each other alone.

Then one day, his friend committed suicide. For reasons unknown, the friend had jumped off of the roof during school hours and fell to his death. That friend had been happy for a long time, everyone said. No one could think of a reason why he would just commit suicide like that. He hadn't said anything beforehand or left a note explaining why. The only clue they had was that the friend had come to the roof with Iyato and no one else. When they asked him about why his friend had only called him up to the roof, he couldn't answer them. As to whether the friend had said anything to him however, he answered with: "Not Really." And that was how it all began.

It started with some light harassment from various people. About once or twice a week, there would be one or two people who asked him again, what his friend had said. It was probably more that he seemed to be taking the death of his closest friend suspiciously well compared to most people than the answer he gave to them when they asked, but they were convinced he had something to hide. Eventually, a rumour spread that he was the one responsible for the friend's suicide and the harassment increased. It evolved from just general pestering to things like written threats, tearing up his notebooks, vandalizing his desk etc.

Iyato's practical nature came in good use. He left his important notebooks at home and studied by filling in the gaps where the scraps of the day's notebook were, made sure the classroom was always stocked with cleaning supplies for cleaning desks and that kind of thing. They tried to use permanent marker so it'd be harder to clean, but he just swapped his desk with a spare. After four or five repetitions, the teachers decided to find the source of the problem and punish the students trying to harass Iyato. It only served to increase the animosity against Iyato however, because in their eyes he was evil. They felt their actions perfectly justified despite there not being any concrete evidence for their suspicions. It was when he was setting aside non-burnable trash from the mess his shoe-locker had become that day before throwing a lit match inside and closing it, that he realized he was enjoying this.

It was amusing. It was fun to deny their efforts after they tried so hard to hurt him. They couldn't do anything to him, and they got punished for it instead. Sometimes he made it difficult for the teachers to find out who exactly did what, by doing things like burning all the notes in his shoe-locker, and this leverage gave him a level of power akin to blackmail over most of the class. He could track the notes to their sources without fail, and he knew that for many of them their parents would not approve of the contents of those notes. He enjoyed the power, the influence his presence had, and the fear that he saw in the eyes of those around him.

That wouldn't last forever though, and eventually it was noticed how much he was exasperating the situation and he was asked politely by the principal to leave the school. Thus ended his reign of terror. He transferred to Hideki Highschool and has been quiet ever since.

Personality:
If you couldn't figure it out from his history, Iyato is quite sadistic. On the surface level he is, practical and straightforward, quiet and steady, the type that doesn't lie to anyone because they never have to. But deep down, he greatly enjoys seeing other people suffer, especially if it's because of him. It's something akin to a fascination with how people react to him but he derives great joy from being evil to people, but it doesn't have to go far. He'd probably derive an equal amount of joy from someone reacting to his evil prank as someone reacting to him after he killed someone.

He hasn't had many opportunities to be sadistic so he doesn't really know.

Quirks:
Sadistic, secretly(?)
Doesn't speak that often
Tracks people down as a hobby

Likes:
Fire
Other people's suffering
Tragic backstories
Light novels with suffering and tragic backstories (no fire)

Dislikes:
Capsicum
Salmon
Broccoli

Relationships:
Almost none to speak of. He has passing interest in anyone with a tragic backstory but there aren't many he knows. He is most interested in Yuriya Yozora and thinks it would be amazing if she actually was a Tengu. With the new student, he enjoys her company and the stories she tells, and he also likes her general attitude.

As for everyone else, he generally keeps a distance between him and bright ones, and he always wishes that people had more secrets. Stories are always boring for him unless they have a lot of layers.

The World of Wasted Dreams

@RoflsMazoy

A fellow transfer student I see. Accepted on my end.

@TheWindel

@RoflsMazoy

Another sadistic pyromaniac, huh? Good. He's ok with me as well.

@KoL

Thanks! I'll put him in the character tab

The World of Wasted Dreams

Ayy, I did it

Iyato Kujo

Name: Iyato Kujo

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 55.5 kg

Eye Color: Grey

Hair Color: Darker Grey

Age: 17

History: At some point, Iyato had been one of the normal ones. Home life was stable, school life unassuming, hobbies normal. He was one of the quieter ones for sure, but that was it. He had one friend in a certain place, and another friend somewhere else, mostly separate. There was one friend in particular that could be considered the closest. They were a little popular, but not too much. That friend had been interested in Iyato's straightforward nature. When they talked, Iyato told things like they were and not much else, but that friend seemed to enjoy it greatly. They were seen as somewhat close but Iyato didn't really seem to be as close to his friend as they were to him. The friends of his friend also enjoyed his company from time to time, but he didn't really acquaint himself with them either. They didn't particularly care with how much his friend liked him and they simply left each other alone.

Then one day, his friend committed suicide. For reasons unknown, the friend had jumped off of the roof during school hours and fell to his death. That friend had been happy for a long time, everyone said. No one could think of a reason why he would just commit suicide like that. He hadn't said anything beforehand or left a note explaining why. The only clue they had was that the friend had come to the roof with Iyato and no one else. When they asked him about why his friend had only called him up to the roof, he couldn't answer them. As to whether the friend had said anything to him however, he answered with: "Not Really." And that was how it all began.

It started with some light harassment from various people. About once or twice a week, there would be one or two people who asked him again, what his friend had said. It was probably more that he seemed to be taking the death of his closest friend suspiciously well compared to most people than the answer he gave to them when they asked, but they were convinced he had something to hide. Eventually, a rumour spread that he was the one responsible for the friend's suicide and the harassment increased. It evolved from just general pestering to things like written threats, tearing up his notebooks, vandalizing his desk etc.

Iyato's practical nature came in good use. He left his important notebooks at home and studied by filling in the gaps where the scraps of the day's notebook were, made sure the classroom was always stocked with cleaning supplies for cleaning desks and that kind of thing. They tried to use permanent marker so it'd be harder to clean, but he just swapped his desk with a spare. After four or five repetitions, the teachers decided to find the source of the problem and punish the students trying to harass Iyato. It only served to increase the animosity against Iyato however, because in their eyes he was evil. They felt their actions perfectly justified despite there not being any concrete evidence for their suspicions. It was when he was setting aside non-burnable trash from the mess his shoe-locker had become that day before throwing a lit match inside and closing it, that he realized he was enjoying this.

It was amusing. It was fun to deny their efforts after they tried so hard to hurt him. They couldn't do anything to him, and they got punished for it instead. Sometimes he made it difficult for the teachers to find out who exactly did what, by doing things like burning all the notes in his shoe-locker, and this leverage gave him a level of power akin to blackmail over most of the class. He could track the notes to their sources without fail, and he knew that for many of them their parents would not approve of the contents of those notes. He enjoyed the power, the influence his presence had, and the fear that he saw in the eyes of those around him.

That wouldn't last forever though, and eventually it was noticed how much he was exasperating the situation and he was asked politely by the principal to leave the school. Thus ended his reign of terror. He transferred to Hideki Highschool and has been quiet ever since.

Personality:
If you couldn't figure it out from his history, Iyato is quite sadistic. On the surface level he is, practical and straightforward, quiet and steady, the type that doesn't lie to anyone because they never have to. But deep down, he greatly enjoys seeing other people suffer, especially if it's because of him. It's something akin to a fascination with how people react to him but he derives great joy from being evil to people, but it doesn't have to go far. He'd probably derive an equal amount of joy from someone reacting to his evil prank as someone reacting to him after he killed someone.

He hasn't had many opportunities to be sadistic so he doesn't really know.

Quirks:
Sadistic, secretly(?)
Doesn't speak that often
Tracks people down as a hobby

Likes:
Fire
Other people's suffering
Tragic backstories
Light novels with suffering and tragic backstories (no fire)

Dislikes:
Capsicum
Salmon
Broccoli

Relationships:
Almost none to speak of. He has passing interest in anyone with a tragic backstory but there aren't many he knows. He is most interested in Yuriya Yozora and thinks it would be amazing if she actually was a Tengu. With the new student, he enjoys her company and the stories she tells, and he also likes her general attitude.

As for everyone else, he generally keeps a distance between him and bright ones, and he always wishes that people had more secrets. Stories are always boring for him unless they have a lot of layers.