Post by Admin Koxio on Feb 8, 2016 2:54:59 GMT
It was a light, simple knock - a knock, which would soon be followed by words, which would soon be followed by the door opening, and then the man who spoke would report. They had been waiting for the report for a long time. They had even gone as far as to aid the students - victims, if you will - in their activies. To see how fit they were for a situation; to see how amusing their reactions may be.
Honestly, they had been looking forward to the killing game since they had first walked into the school. The age had to be correct, however - not too freaked out and screamy, not too dramatic. The students had to have creative personalities, talents, and the like.
There was a clear of the throat from behind the door, the person obviously awaiting a beckon or at least a word. Blinking in realization that they had drifted onto their own thoughts, they eyed the door. "...Ah, come in."
The door was opened slowly, and the cloaked figure stepped in, a package in their hand. "...The information, if you wish to call it."
"Excellent."
Without another word, the figure stepped towards the desk, the package falling out of their hands and landing onto the desk with a thud. "...Do you wish to survey the text alone, or shall I accompany you?"
"Either is fine." there was a brief pause as the cloaked figure turned on their heel and headed towards the exit. "...Ah, but one more thing."
They paused, turning around slowly, an eyebrow raised in question. "...What is it?"
"Try not to get attached to them, will you --"
"Enough."
A dull laugh escaped their lips, and they begin to open the package, eyes barely scanning over the text written. "Still acting like that, are you? No matter. We have to prepare, after all - things like that'll take time. Oh, and..." they pause, grinning up at the figure near the door, intent in watching their expression turn to one of disgust.
"He'll be joining us this time."
You and your classmates woke up in a hallway. All you remember was, after you arrived at the hotel for a school trip, there was only one person awaiting you. Before you knew it, though - before you or any of your friends could even make a sound, the words that came out of his mouth had shut you up efficently. And everything else that followed suit.
You faintly remember him say, "I'm terribly sorry for this." And, before you could even register it, he had clicked his fingers and the whole world went black. Now, in your waking form, you realized you were in a hallway, each one of you at the base of a pedestall with a white rose on display.
"...Hello, and welcome to Kibo Manor." You glance up at the figure - presumably the one who snapped his fingers before. He has a bored expression on his face. "...or, Hell, as some put it. I hope you enjoy your stay. I'm Axel Redwood - but please, call me Axel."
Honestly, they had been looking forward to the killing game since they had first walked into the school. The age had to be correct, however - not too freaked out and screamy, not too dramatic. The students had to have creative personalities, talents, and the like.
There was a clear of the throat from behind the door, the person obviously awaiting a beckon or at least a word. Blinking in realization that they had drifted onto their own thoughts, they eyed the door. "...Ah, come in."
The door was opened slowly, and the cloaked figure stepped in, a package in their hand. "...The information, if you wish to call it."
"Excellent."
Without another word, the figure stepped towards the desk, the package falling out of their hands and landing onto the desk with a thud. "...Do you wish to survey the text alone, or shall I accompany you?"
"Either is fine." there was a brief pause as the cloaked figure turned on their heel and headed towards the exit. "...Ah, but one more thing."
They paused, turning around slowly, an eyebrow raised in question. "...What is it?"
"Try not to get attached to them, will you --"
"Enough."
A dull laugh escaped their lips, and they begin to open the package, eyes barely scanning over the text written. "Still acting like that, are you? No matter. We have to prepare, after all - things like that'll take time. Oh, and..." they pause, grinning up at the figure near the door, intent in watching their expression turn to one of disgust.
"He'll be joining us this time."
You and your classmates woke up in a hallway. All you remember was, after you arrived at the hotel for a school trip, there was only one person awaiting you. Before you knew it, though - before you or any of your friends could even make a sound, the words that came out of his mouth had shut you up efficently. And everything else that followed suit.
You faintly remember him say, "I'm terribly sorry for this." And, before you could even register it, he had clicked his fingers and the whole world went black. Now, in your waking form, you realized you were in a hallway, each one of you at the base of a pedestall with a white rose on display.
"...Hello, and welcome to Kibo Manor." You glance up at the figure - presumably the one who snapped his fingers before. He has a bored expression on his face. "...or, Hell, as some put it. I hope you enjoy your stay. I'm Axel Redwood - but please, call me Axel."
