He's trying to get to the school, trying to get there, but his brain is still full of... everything. None of this seems true. Everything still feels like it's made up. He can barely tell what's real anymore. He does his best, walking past stores and parked cars and trying to make sure that cameras don't catch him. The last thing he needs right now is a cop.
Still, he looks dazed as he's walking, like he's half awake. He keeps almost stumbling, but he has to keep moving. Has to get there, even if it feels like the ground should be way closer.
B [waiting]
Right. He's here at the school, surrounded by... people he doesn't know, mostly. Are they all here for the same reason? He tries to smile, but his face just isn't feeling it. He sits down on the floor, tugging his knees into his chest. He feels sick. He feels wrong. Nothing is right. Nothing makes sense. He lets out a strangled growl and puts his head in his hands.
After a bit, he gets up and pulls some things out of his bag. He's got some rope - don't ask why - so he strings it across the corridor and ties it to whatever he can find. Hopefully it'll slow someone down if they're coming.
C [fight]
Good thing he's brought his CT gun. He's only got so much ammo in the bag, so he's trying to conserve it - but these rats or... whatever they are... keep coming. And they keep coming for him, and he feels weak and small and he hates this, and one of them latched onto his pants before, and none of this makes sense and he wants to go home and he's so tired. He's not sure what to do, but they keep backing him into corners, and he just wants everything to stop.
D [awaken]
He hears the voice. He hears it ringing in his ears, in his bones, and he drops his CT gun, hands shaking. He presses them to his head and listens, tries to understand what it's saying.
"The time is now. I am thou, thou art I! Your soul already knows part the truth. My other self, shall we show them what it means to cross us? Let us finish forging this contract by letting go of your fears! Revolt against this world, and TEAR OUT YOUR HEART!"
He knows. He has to. He has to. He reaches inside himself (impossible, this isn't real, this doesn't work) and pulls.
And then there's a roar in his ears, and he's not sure, and there's something in his hands and everything is getting bigger and suddenly the roaring stops, and he's on all fours, and he pushes himself up and he stares. He's back. He's back, even if something's wrong with his illusions and it's not working, but he's back in his foot and a half tall tanuki body... though he's wearing a suit. And there's something in front of him, a person who keeps flowing between forms - man, woman, child, elder...
But he can see things, and he can hear things, and he climbs up onto the creature's shoulder. It keeps shifting, but strangely it never seems to throw him off, and his mental voice rings out through the hallway.
Stick in groups! Don't let them get on your back! Anyone who's injured, get in the middle of a group until someone can help you!
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He's trying to get to the school, trying to get there, but his brain is still full of... everything. None of this seems true. Everything still feels like it's made up. He can barely tell what's real anymore. He does his best, walking past stores and parked cars and trying to make sure that cameras don't catch him. The last thing he needs right now is a cop.
Still, he looks dazed as he's walking, like he's half awake. He keeps almost stumbling, but he has to keep moving. Has to get there, even if it feels like the ground should be way closer.
B [waiting]
Right. He's here at the school, surrounded by... people he doesn't know, mostly. Are they all here for the same reason? He tries to smile, but his face just isn't feeling it. He sits down on the floor, tugging his knees into his chest. He feels sick. He feels wrong. Nothing is right. Nothing makes sense. He lets out a strangled growl and puts his head in his hands.
After a bit, he gets up and pulls some things out of his bag. He's got some rope - don't ask why - so he strings it across the corridor and ties it to whatever he can find. Hopefully it'll slow someone down if they're coming.
C [fight]
Good thing he's brought his CT gun. He's only got so much ammo in the bag, so he's trying to conserve it - but these rats or... whatever they are... keep coming. And they keep coming for him, and he feels weak and small and he hates this, and one of them latched onto his pants before, and none of this makes sense and he wants to go home and he's so tired. He's not sure what to do, but they keep backing him into corners, and he just wants everything to stop.
D [awaken]
He hears the voice. He hears it ringing in his ears, in his bones, and he drops his CT gun, hands shaking. He presses them to his head and listens, tries to understand what it's saying.
"The time is now. I am thou, thou art I! Your soul already knows part the truth. My other self, shall we show them what it means to cross us? Let us finish forging this contract by letting go of your fears! Revolt against this world, and TEAR OUT YOUR HEART!"
He knows. He has to. He has to. He reaches inside himself (impossible, this isn't real, this doesn't work) and pulls.
And then there's a roar in his ears, and he's not sure, and there's something in his hands and everything is getting bigger and suddenly the roaring stops, and he's on all fours, and he pushes himself up and he stares. He's back. He's back, even if something's wrong with his illusions and it's not working, but he's back in his foot and a half tall tanuki body... though he's wearing a suit. And there's something in front of him, a person who keeps flowing between forms - man, woman, child, elder...
But he can see things, and he can hear things, and he climbs up onto the creature's shoulder. It keeps shifting, but strangely it never seems to throw him off, and his mental voice rings out through the hallway.
Stick in groups! Don't let them get on your back! Anyone who's injured, get in the middle of a group until someone can help you!