Lord Zee@SMS @Crimmy @chukklehed
Saturday Morning – Practice Building?
The brisk jog to the AV room was thankfully rather uneventful. But with his surroundings still doing a marvelous job of convincing him that he had been cast for a role in a horror movie, it was nearly impossible to calm down and pretend like he did not just make a giant flesh robot explode with a magic gust of wind. Man, the whole situation was getting dangerously close to being too absurd for him to take in his usual confident stride.
Tsubaki threw the door open with gusto, the near manic excitement she was letting off almost enough to make even Yuuhei worry. The blond didn’t say anything though, because as far as he was concerned it was more important for them to keep moving. Especially if the alternative was to wait for more grotesque things to greet them. Yet the universe seemed to think it was unbelievably funny, as even without his glasses Yuuhei was able to make out a sight inside of the AV room that seemed to exist for the sole purpose of making him eat his unspoken words.
"So what's the plan?"
Yuuhei barely registered his underclassmen was speaking as he unconsciously made his first sound decision of the day. One hand grabbed Tsubaki by the collar of her uniform and yanked her out of the doorway, while his other one unceremoniously slammed the door to the AV room shut. It had been difficult for him to make out specifics of the thing, but it was painfully clear that golden eye, which had jerked about with rabid fervor, did not have their best interests in mind.
”How does this sound?” Yuuehi finally replied to Natsume a bit too nonchalantly, ”We keep walking, pretend we didn’t see anything, and not talk about what we just saw ever again. I’m positive Piggy-kun will understand.”
But despite his recommendation, Yuuhei took position next to the door with an amused smile and listened for whatever the thing decided to do next. His hand reached into his pocket and withdrew another dart. Sure, they had proven to be disastrously useless in their last fight, but for some reason the weight still filled him with some small sense of security.
His eyes darted to his two companions, silently asking if they were ready for what came next.
Yuuhei Seiho
Saturday Morning – Practice Building?
The brisk jog to the AV room was thankfully rather uneventful. But with his surroundings still doing a marvelous job of convincing him that he had been cast for a role in a horror movie, it was nearly impossible to calm down and pretend like he did not just make a giant flesh robot explode with a magic gust of wind. Man, the whole situation was getting dangerously close to being too absurd for him to take in his usual confident stride.
Tsubaki threw the door open with gusto, the near manic excitement she was letting off almost enough to make even Yuuhei worry. The blond didn’t say anything though, because as far as he was concerned it was more important for them to keep moving. Especially if the alternative was to wait for more grotesque things to greet them. Yet the universe seemed to think it was unbelievably funny, as even without his glasses Yuuhei was able to make out a sight inside of the AV room that seemed to exist for the sole purpose of making him eat his unspoken words.
"So what's the plan?"
Yuuhei barely registered his underclassmen was speaking as he unconsciously made his first sound decision of the day. One hand grabbed Tsubaki by the collar of her uniform and yanked her out of the doorway, while his other one unceremoniously slammed the door to the AV room shut. It had been difficult for him to make out specifics of the thing, but it was painfully clear that golden eye, which had jerked about with rabid fervor, did not have their best interests in mind.
”How does this sound?” Yuuehi finally replied to Natsume a bit too nonchalantly, ”We keep walking, pretend we didn’t see anything, and not talk about what we just saw ever again. I’m positive Piggy-kun will understand.”
But despite his recommendation, Yuuhei took position next to the door with an amused smile and listened for whatever the thing decided to do next. His hand reached into his pocket and withdrew another dart. Sure, they had proven to be disastrously useless in their last fight, but for some reason the weight still filled him with some small sense of security.
His eyes darted to his two companions, silently asking if they were ready for what came next.