Post by Admin Koxio on Feb 12, 2016 1:54:38 GMT
Xio sighed, running a hand through his hair - which, by the way, has annoying to say the least in all the misgender problems it had caused - obviously perplexed and fed up with the situation already. It simply was some odd, weird, twisted joke - I mean, who the hell locks students in a manor? Sounds like some sort of game, honestly. He would probably play it.
He glanced at one of the many white roses in the Grand Hall, confused towards their reason of being there. It seemed...odd that there would be a flower on display for no reason. There was also a small, tiny notice written in tiny text on the locked door at the end of the hall - reading 'don't touch the roses, or somebody will die'. That was...one heck of a serious florist, honestly, to go that far.
Although the place was mind numbing and he wished to get out of the dream, he had done an inspection of all the available areas. Everything seemed...real, normal [ besides the floating guy and the big gate, of course ] and, as much as he wanted to deny it, he had to admit that it was probably reality. And that was the most frustrating thing - that he, the one who kills, the one who kills for a living, gets stuck in a place with people his age, told to kill others in order to get out.
I mean, that was hardly fair, wasn't it? It would be at least interesting if everybody was a high-class assassin. At least everybody would get a fair shot of getting out. He was probably the only one there with experience in killing - I mean, the SHSL titles under the name plates for the dorms didn't have any killing-related talents, besides his. It was like getting a world-class sumo wrestler against some kindergartner.
He leaned against the wall, hiding himself from sight behind a glass vase, staring down at the boots hid two throwing knives. How odd it was to be the hunter, yet be placed with the hunted. It made everybody a hunter, didn't it?
He glanced at one of the many white roses in the Grand Hall, confused towards their reason of being there. It seemed...odd that there would be a flower on display for no reason. There was also a small, tiny notice written in tiny text on the locked door at the end of the hall - reading 'don't touch the roses, or somebody will die'. That was...one heck of a serious florist, honestly, to go that far.
Although the place was mind numbing and he wished to get out of the dream, he had done an inspection of all the available areas. Everything seemed...real, normal [ besides the floating guy and the big gate, of course ] and, as much as he wanted to deny it, he had to admit that it was probably reality. And that was the most frustrating thing - that he, the one who kills, the one who kills for a living, gets stuck in a place with people his age, told to kill others in order to get out.
I mean, that was hardly fair, wasn't it? It would be at least interesting if everybody was a high-class assassin. At least everybody would get a fair shot of getting out. He was probably the only one there with experience in killing - I mean, the SHSL titles under the name plates for the dorms didn't have any killing-related talents, besides his. It was like getting a world-class sumo wrestler against some kindergartner.
He leaned against the wall, hiding himself from sight behind a glass vase, staring down at the boots hid two throwing knives. How odd it was to be the hunter, yet be placed with the hunted. It made everybody a hunter, didn't it?
