Xaltwind

The World of Wasted Dreams

Shiba's ded, lol. :P

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Gona wait for Trollppire and/or Skys to post before I respond.
Also, Windrum, you might wanna update the first post in the OOC and strike the names of the newly deceased~

Date A Live - Alternate

That reminds me... If she consumes their shadows, wouldn't that leave them shadowless afterwards? That's kinda of a noticeable and big deal on a sunny day... xD

Date A Live - Alternate

... And then raep him? xD

The World of Wasted Dreams

There, sorry for the wait, but it's finally here!
You lot might wanna hurry up and go fetch Shiori though, before something happens to her too... :P

The World of Wasted Dreams

Shiori was staring in disbelief and irritation.

The two idiots had done the unbelievable. In their suqabbling state, a minor game of shove-and-push had broken out - Aito being the instigator, of course - and this had eventually turned into a fight. Having learned her lesson from trying to approach Tsubasa who had a bat, and getting her shoulder almost dislcoated by that, Shiori had decided to stay out of this scuffle and only interfere after. However, the unthikable had happened. Kaku had punched Aito in the chin and the boy had staggered backwards - and as he did, he grabbed Kaku's collar and pulled the other boy with him.

And then... Then they had bumped inti the mirror. It only took a second, but the ethereal, white hands of the polished surface lashed out, grabbed Aito and pulled him in with little effort. And as Aito vanished into the solid surface, Kaku slammed into the mirror and suffered the exact, same fate. Now... Now she was standing there, looking at the three boys, caught on the other side of the glass. Aito was shouting and banging his hands against the other side, Kaku was trying to use his cell phone but it appeared to no longer work, and Tsubasa was just standing there, looking betwen his two classmates and the girl still on the real side.

"You morons..." Shiori sighed.

But, what was she to do now? She couldn't just leave the three boys in there. Who knew what might happen to them! No, she had to do something, but what? They had tried to study and understand the mirror, but was it really necessary? The usually rational and logic-driven Shiroi had a thought. Maybe the soloution wasn't that difficult? Maybe the mirror just wanted you to overthink things? Maybe, just maybe, the correct soloution was the most simple in this case? Reaching down to her feet, she picked up the baseball bat and wrined her hands around the duct-taped end. She looked at the mirror.

"Don't worry, I'll get you out of there." The club president said, taking a deep breath and stepping forward with what little courage she could steel herself with.

Approaching the mirror was greatly unpleasant, mostly because she knew that one wrong move and she could fall into the same situation as the others. Standing about a meter and a half away now, her heart was in her throat, she tasted blood in her mouth and her hands were starting to sweat. A cold chill ran down her spine and she could tell her breathing had become slightly erratic and hastened. This was scary... This was unwise... This was uncertain... She hated all of those things. But running away and leaving them, without even trying, would be far worse and far more haunting than the feelings of dread she had right now. Shje gulped, tightened her grip on the bat, and then... Hurled it with all her might.

Ka-craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack~!!

The aluminium, phallic sports-equipment struck the mirror, causing a hole and cracks in it to appear.... But... The cracks... They suddenly began spreading, at an alarmingly quick rate. Shiori stared. That shouldn't be happening... There should only be damage where she had hit it, so why...? Wait! What!? Her eyes opened wide in horror. As the cracks spread and passed over the spots where the three boys were, wounjds similar to the cracks appeared on them! Blood began streaming out and they began to cringe and fall over, sscreaming - though she could not hear them. The mirror cracked more and more, and so did the boys. Shiori stared in horror, her mouth agape. She wanted to scream and yell and run over, but she couldn't even move. She was petrified.

And then...

Then the mirror broke. Shattered, into a million pieces. And as it shattered, the girl stared at the pieces, for as the fragments fell, she saw wjhat fate had befallen her friends. In each shard, there was a bit of them... A hand... A foot... An eye... They had been torn apart and cut into as many pieces as the mirror. They were dead. Just like the spanish girl... Except this time, it hadn't been some weird, freaky monster that kiled them - it had been Shiori. She did this? It was her fault? The mirror pulled them in, sure, but it was she who broke it. A moment's lapse in judgement, and she had cost three of her friends their lives... Gone, forever. Never to see them again. The president fell to her knees, mouth still open and eyes staring blankly forward to where the mirror had stood.

She couldn't think. Her mind had gone blank. A safety mechanism? Shutting down to keep her from going insane due to this whole mess? She didn't know. She couldn't think after all.

As she sat there,, on her knees, amidst the thousands upon thousands of shards f broken mirror-glass, she did not notice as the pieces dulled and their reflective properties faded. They turned dull and gray, and no longer could you see either what was inside them, or what they reflected - they just looked like old, broken pieces of discolored glass now. A final, cruel joke? Not even leaving a trace of the victims behind?

"... E... Every.... Ever... y... one..." Shiori muttered this word, over and over, as she stared into nothingness with blank eyes.

Date A Live - Alternate

Kyoko and Chou, you guys have permission to use all the ASTs in the battle as NPCs.
Give them orders, formations, tactics and so forth - you can even control the Captain, to a lesser extent.
I will let this battle rage for a few posts before it needs to be ended - so do your best in killing each other. :3

I wonder who the man in the business suit might be...? A friend? A foe? A foil? ... A totally random guy in a swanky suit? :o

Date A Live - Alternate

Cept we dun really have any Origami... :P

Also, next post will bring the dakka to Reika, so be aware~

Date A Live - Alternate

But... Just then.

"Suichiro! Mayumi! Get away from there, NOW!" The usually calm and business-like Commander yelled at them in a slightly odd mixture of panic and concern.

Her sudden outburst was not out of worry for their safety alongside the Spirit, but rather the swiftly approaching squadron of AST operatives who were quite frankly mere moments away from the site. With the Spirit having her weapon out it would be safe to assume that the AST were going to open fire upon their target as soon as she came within visual range - and while this would likely not do much to harm the Spirit, bullets had a nasty habit of being detrimental to regular human beings' longevity. Or, in other words, Mayumi and Suichiro were currently at risk of turning into swiss cheese with how they were in such close proximity to the would-soon-be-target of gunfire.

"We'll be transporting you on board our ship, so hurry up and get away from there!" Kasumi repeated her order.

While it was true that Ratatoskr's ideal and main purpose was to try and interact peacefully with Spirits, Kasumi valued the safety and well-being of her operatives above this objective. Neither Suichiro or Mayumi had any kind of protective gear, nor combat-training or other skills that would aid them in surviving a fire-fight and thus their best chance of sstaying alive was to simply vacate the area and go somewhere safe. There would be more opportunities to engage this Spirit, especially now that they knew what she looked like, but this right now was not a situation in which they should push for that. Especially since if the AST did catch sight of the pair, they'd probably be apprehended and brought in for interrogation and questioning.

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AST Barracks

The captain of the group looked at Chou, and then at the late arrival. She furrowed her brow. The Captain, affectiionately caalled "Scowling oneesan" by her subordinates (not to her knowledge, of course) had her usual scowl and serious expression on.

"We're moving out. It should only take us a minute or so to get to the locaiton of the Spirit. HQ already dispatched and emergency strike-team that should be engaging the enemy as we speak, keeping it busy 'til we arrive. Hop to it, ladies!"

The blast doors to the barracks rose with a mechanical noise and the outside air rushed in. With a practiced and routine step, the Captain took off, followed closely - one by one - by her subordinate soldiers. Apparently, she was not keen on waiting for any late arrivals to suit up before going, and expected them to join in and come to the field once they were ready. Truth be told though, with an unstable Spirit who kept the Spacequake-alarms going on and off, and also being desginated as Reaper, wasn't really something she could leave alone for long.

Hopefully the Strike-team led by a sergeant named Muramasa, would be able to get the jump on the Spirit and keep her pinned down, allowing her own unit to come in and catch the damned thing in a pincer-attack. Then again, the pre-emptive team only had a handful of girls and they wouldn't be able to easily herd or dictate the movements of the fight. Still, they just needed to keep that damned wanna-be-grim-reaper busy for a little bit... Just a little bit, and it would be enough.

"Everyone!" The Captain called out over their communication's system. "When we arrive, quickly identify the target and open fire. We want to catch this thing by surprise if at all possible! Keep your distance though, our opponent is Reaper, a close-combat focused Spirit!"

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At the shelter

The scene was typical at the shelter. It was kinda cramped, quite noisy and very, very boring. Not to mention the repeated on-and-off sounding of the Spacequake alarm had everyone on edge and nervous. Some few security personnel were patrolling the hallways, checking on people - mostly the elderly and young children - to see if they were okay, but in general nothing really exciting or worthwhile was going on here. A baby was crying in ithe arms of its mother, a pair of senior citizens were sighing and complaining how this wasn't good for their knees, a somewhat familiar-looking punk was shivering and shaking like a leaf in the wind over by the coner... Just your typical, shelter-like going-ons.

The most noteable thing here was the blonde, young man with glasses - wearing a wholly white suit - sitting on a bench alone. He had a large leather suitcase next to him and he just looked so well-dressed and out-of-place compared to all the other people. Perhaps he was a lawyer or something? Maybe a high-ranking CEO who had been at a lunch-meeting and been forced to run away when the larms went oiff? A few people gossiped and gave him passing glances, but largely even he went unnoticed. And why not? All he was doing was sitting there, alone, reading a newspaper and looking quite unperturbed by the whole ordeal - as if he was used to it.

Date A Live - Alternate

Now why would they scrrew anything up? You make it sound like they're all useless flunkies... xD

Date A Live - Alternate

Grah.... I did something at work today and damaged the skin underneath one of my finger nails... IT HURTS AND ANNOYS ME! T~T

On a different note, when the AST girls launch from their barrackhangar, I imagine them doing so to the tunes of Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries"...