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[ Nineteen. Nineteen different attempts of finding an exit off campus and every single one of them landed him right back inside the school's dormitory, the last attempt actually spat him out onto the dusty ground almost as if it was getting annoyed at him. Dusting off his black trench coat, Yukio shot the door a nasty glare back. It would figure that a school ruled by a demon would have some.... personality quirks.]
[identity profile] fujimoto-shiro.livejournal.com
Southern Cross Monastery—it’s located on a relatively small stakeout of land completely surrounded by urban sprawl. The concrete walls barely separated the surrounding office and apartment buildings, a few billboards were visible from the property’s courtyard. Those gates were open just before dawn, anyone is welcome enter the monastery: provided they are able to pass the protective sigils. Those should not be a problem for ordinary humans.

One lone person stood in the courtyard, near the doorway of one building. Despite being dressed in priest’s garb, he still wore a scarf wrapped around his neck, and had his hands stuffed into his pockets to keep warm out in the winter chill. However, there’s nothing to grumble about. The forecast called for snow on this day, and snow was his favorite thing about this season.

(( OOC: Haah... no idea if this sort of scene is allowed since it doesn't quite fit the scenario in the community description. If not, PM me and I'll remove the post. But anyway! It's an open post, time setting before the series beginning. So, how soon before the series beginning is up to you. I'll roll with it. ))
[identity profile] vasectomytime.livejournal.com
[ It's Yaozou's one day off.

All the boys are out. Renzou is with their young master off at school. Kinzou and Juuzou are with Mamushi on a small expedition to catch some unidentified minor demons making a fuss in a nearby village. His wife is with their remaining three children on a much-needed vacation, according to her, and Yaozou had been all too willing to volunteer himself to hold down the fort with Uwabami while they were all out.

Uwabami only just left after they'd had themselves a game of shougi and tea.

Yaozou had been inches away from settling himself down to do some much-needed weeding in his vegetable garden. Utter peace and quiet had been promised to him for at least another two days.

This. This is unacceptable.

He glances around the academy grounds with a stern eye, maintaining his composure. (Although there is a distinct twitch beneath his eye now. Buddha has it out for him. There is no other explanation than that. He must have been a murderer and a rapist and a child-killer in a past life, sent into this one purely to atone for those sons. ) ]


Demons, show yourselves!

[ Because if it's not a demon who did this to him, boy are they going to wish that they'd been born with the regenerative capabilities of one. Or possibly never born at all.

ooc note: Yaozou's taken from much prior to the Impure King incident because having him hobbling around on crutches, while badass like nothing else, seems a bit cumbersome. Also boils. ]
[identity profile] dayeverlasting.livejournal.com
[ Hinata feels strangely light-headed, but warmer than he had the moment before. His fingertips are still stiff and numb, his gait stumbling, but somehow his back feels sun-warmed and the breeze is gentle against his face. But that's impossible. Last he remembers, it was night and--

Night.

He drops to his knees, clutching at the diagonal slash wounds across his chest which are bleeding profusely, his torso in ribbons, sliced open almost deeply enough to see the whites of his ribs. It doesn't hurt much, though. Nothing does. He stares sightlessly at the ground, unaware of his surroundings. He's focused on just one thing. He tries to breathe and make his fingers flex, to make his body obey him as it wouldn't only minutes ago. Just one small twitch.

His fingers close, and his body sags in relief. His mind is empty, void of everything but himself.

That's good. That means it's gone, and he's himself again. That means-- ]


...Night...?

[ His voice is rasping and dry, and he sluggishly lifts his gaze to try to find his familiar. ]

Hey, Night-- I'm... I'm sorry.

Night...

[ ooc note: Yep, OC from the pilot chapter here. This is Satou Hinata, better known as the host body to Night from the Miyama-Uguisu Mansion Incident. All of this is completely made up with no shortage of gratuitous made-up details. More details can be found on his profile! Please do forgive us for our self-indulgences and bother him a little if you'd like! ]
[identity profile] exwiring.livejournal.com
[ Well this is really pleasant.

It's some sort of science class, apparently. And he's poking the dead... something... yeah, he wasn't listening when the teacher said what it was. It resembled a rotting frog. And staring at it.

Man, nobody wants to cut them up. It's gonna smell like crap.

> ENCOURAGE? ]
desires: (puppy - oh for the love of)
[personal profile] desires
*so, wherever you are on campus, guess what. There is a frou-frou little white terrier with a pink bow sleeping on top of you.

Deal with it.*