The young woman would look around with a subtle pain in her head before hearing what the man had said. She listened intently as she questioned her being here. After the man had stopped talking she took a deep breath and tried to think. As she thought her eyes wandered down to the flooded floor around her. She could see her reflection well. She looked at her short brown hair, red eyes, and a scar underneath her right eye. She put her hand on it to touch it and try to remember how she had gotten it, but it was no use. Her foggy head kept her from remembering too much. But as she stared at her reflection, some memories came back to her. She saw memories of her standing up for people being picked on, she saw that she had neglected her studies in school to be with friends and get into fights. Another memory came to her and she saw herself working at a convenience store in the city. From what she had gathered she knows that she was more of a delinquent than a perfect student. After her coming memories, she would soon snap back to the reality of this after seeing several bullet holes in her. Her eyes widened as she looked at them. "How did this happen!?" She thought to herself, but nothing came to her. She then remembered what the man had said about looking at her, and the others around, wounds. Makoto looked up to the man sitting in the chair and spoke M-My name is Makoto Niijima. I'm a third year at my school...and I work in a small convenience store in the city. It is n-nice to meet you. She would then look back down at her wounds and shudder Y-You said you would look at my wounds?

Kotori is surprised at her ability to sit up, is this what it feels like? Dead? Ah, yeah, that makes sense, she remembers vaguely, Doesn't matter, it's been done, and now she's here Name? Kotori Kisaragi. Looks? Can't you tell by looking at me? The girl looks at herself, a short, 4'5" 14yo girl, her unusual dark skin and white hair were always a stigma for her, though here it seems she's nowhere near as emaciated as she was before, though the feminine hand marks on her neck, and the scratches on the back of it are something she doesn't notice herself How I act? Frustrated at myself mostly.... Frustrated with life.... But you just get used to it.... I haven't had much time to develop a full personality... I always loved reading about plants, I wanted a garden when I was alive.... So, if this is something new.... I'm excited to see what comes next! Occupation? Does "Bedridden" count? Student? I did have a tutor for a while there.... None? Leech of society? My death.... ........ Suffocation, I think.... I remember panic, fear, pressure on my neck, the inability to breath.... And... No... wait... I remember something.... An abrupt end.... a snap.... My neck? Couldn't they have just waited? Were they so impatient? She shakes her head, banishing the memories Is that all? Is this what's next? Are you going to judge me and send me to hell now?

OOC: Sorry for not specifying that detail. Sorry to ask you to edit your post, and rethink this a bit, but due to the circumstances of the plot, all associated players have been 'murdered', so the injury / cause of death can't be self inflicted. I apologize for the confusion.

[The young man didn't mind the strange man's words. It's true; however, he was confused and lost. "What is this place?" was the only thing in his mind at the moment, although even that seemed hazy. Trying to recollect anything he could, the young man would look around, annoyed at the strange and sudden feelings he had.] What even... [He manages to mutter, all he could possibly communicate given how limited he felt. Luckily, his mind was slowly beginning to make some more sense. He hated this feeling, not knowing what to do in a bizarre or complicated situation, he could tell this much at the very least. He tries to stand up as he places the palm of his hand over his face, but it's useless, he feels a terrible sting on his stomach. Taking a closer look, he would feel the blood in his head escape him. He had a few stab injuries, around two or maybe three. He felt sick, but taking an ever closer look to everything, he would realize he had another through his left palm. He wanted to look away; the shock may have been a bit too much.] Why...!? [Of course, he doesn't get an answer from this, but he wanted to focus on anything else, whatever, he didn't care. Looking down, he would look at his face, and that's when it finally hit him. His slightly wavy, almost straight, brown hair reminded him of his mother. She was a strong and gentle woman, although a bit intense on the emotional ground. She was all the family she had along with his dog Pascal. He never met his father, nor did he know the story behind that. Then, his pale complexion and his lips, they would, for some reason, remind him of his past, even if just a bit. Yuka was the only real friend he ever had, since his own like for the occult made it really simple for people to pick on him, made even worse for his own dislike for loud things and violence. All he wanted was a calm life, and yet, he was nothing but a stone for others to kick and have fun as they walk their much bigger path. He could not recall the faces of those who had picked on him, but he could remember very clearly his feelings of impotence and anger, followed by a strange feeling of hope and determination he got by the simple existence of his friend, Yuka.] Kazuya Yasuo...I'm a second year, almost a third at my own school. [What else could there be? He looks at himself, at his own eyes before his own home came to mind. He thought about his simple room, a poster from an old TV series, his night table with photos of himself and his mother when they were younger, and one or two with Yuka, they had known each other for a long time. But now, he thinks of what he does in his spare time besides reading about the occult. He studies the technological, attempting to use reverse engineering to understand old pieces of mechanical wonders. His current project is an old cellphone model.] I don't work but...my hobby is technology in general, the occult. I think that's all, it's a pleasure. [Kazuya would then take a very deep breath before looking ahead.] What happens next...?

Another young man stirs. He hadn't heard half of what the other person said, mind wandering through a haze as it does. He wonders, is this what it feels like, dying? He always imagined it would hurt more. Or be faster. Probably both actually. Yet here he is, some stranger asking about him. The young, lavender-haired man with maroon eyes, a set of broken glasses remaining on his face. He seems to be a little shorter than average for someone his age, 5 foot 8 inches or so. Looking back up, he answers the figure My name is Marcus, but I'm usually called Gamma after my gamertag. He's always been a bit of a loner, whether or not something was wrong with him, he found it difficult to be interested in much of what the other students did. So, instead, he was often off in his own little world, leaving his imagination to take him where reality couldn't. Looking down, he figures that's related to the massive stab wound he has, a rather large incision just above where one's kidney would be. He feels like there's something missing there. Figures, first time in the city and he gets attacked. Just his luck isn't it? The young man seems to be struggling to come up with the answers to his other questions, after all, its hard to compare how you act to something else, and if he knew exactly why he was here, this would be much easier Well... I... I think you might be able to tell how I act.... Just in this little conversation The young man looks up to the sky, his occupation is not something he's ever been interested in, or particularly wanted to talk about, he knows that much. What he remembers most is working with locks, installing, uninstalling. He was just an average worker in his last year of high school. I believe I worked for a door company. "Worked" is the keyword, considering how kinda dead I am now. But that would be my legal occupation, much as I may hate it.

The girl stirrs, rubbing her head, looking around at her surroundings..... what....happened? She could only see the figure, as she looked at it, her eyes narrowing, having trouble seeing the figure H-huh? Who are....? You asked for my name? It's Akira..... Akira Kurusu..... a second year at my school...... I'm pretty average height I suppose... long black hair..... dark eyes.... I guess I acted pretty normally, all things considered.... as for my job, it wasn't anything much, a small convenience store.... She looked down, tears forming in her eyes As for how I got here.... death by suicide..... after I got THAT call.... that terrible.... She buried her face in her hands, crying

"Wh-what is this." said a blonde spiky haired 15 year old as his vision starts to go black. He has a braid at the back of his head that goes down most of his back, tied by a ribbon. He is short for his age, being 5 feet or slightly higher? Whatever the case, he was wearing a green trench coat and black pants with suspenders. He wore black boots and thick glasses. He wears a pendant close to his chest, made of 7 emeralds. It was a gift from a girl that is now long gone from his life. He was laying in the darkness when he heard a voice call to him, asking him for his name. "G...GV..." The voice reputed it, saying it wasn't his true name. It asked one more time for his name. "Rei...Rei Ito..." It then asked for his occupation, "1st Year Student at a local high school. Nothing too much really..." Rei said, still keeping his composure of a serious, straight-laced boy. He talks with calm assertion of his situation, knowing either the best or the worse will come. He was a model student, despite appearances. But more often than not, he was a lone wolf, usually doing stuff alone and without anything from his peers. He was emotionally scared by his past since that day... Curious of his current situation, he decided to ask a question of his own, "Am I dead...Or am I just unconscious?" He asked the voice. But it did not respond, bringing Rei uncertainty. All he simply did was wait till something happens soon. The pain from his stomach increased as it started to grow cold. He was stabbed sometime earlier for no apparent reason, yet at this time, he couldn't react...his body was already growing weak and he doesn't know if he will be dead or not. Only fate knows of what may happen to him

It takes a while for the young man to finally respond. The pounding in his head makes it hard to focus, but he finally manages to get some words out. Mori... kazu... Matsushita. That got his memory going a little. At least he could remember his name. One good side of this likely concussion. Was he hallucinating? Maybe. Everything was too foggy to tell. He has an uncomfortable weight on his back. A backpack. I'm a... second year, right... Hoodie... Kinda tattered jeans... That's it. Everything's coming back. Dammit, why can't I remember stuff that well? Let's see... blue eyes, black hair, kinda short... heh, kinda funny how I have quite the attitude because of that. At least that's what they've told me in counse- A wave of pain rushes through his head, and he's forced to close his eyes. Ugh, feels like someone hit me on the head... maybe neck too...? Neck doesn't feel right. Why, I oughta...

A highschool aged boy with clean cut black hair would begin to stir. He would look around seemingly freaked out by his surroundings. He would listen to the figures words but only grow more confused in the current situation. "W-what in the he'll are you talking about? Where even are we?!?" The kid would look down but see no injuries. This would cause him to look around his body even more frantically but what he wasn't aware of was the his eyes were and dripping with blood. His eyes had been removed and he couldn't even see this injury. "Dammit...uh, I'm Seta Hokusai, I guess? I was a third year in high-school but...my head feels foggy? I-I'm not gonna be hurt, right?" It seemed despite his slight bad temperament the boy did have a side that was more nervous and careful. The bad temperament was mostly likely the result of panic.

ORE WA TENKUJI TENKUJI TAKERU, I WAS KILLED BY A GANMA ON MY 18TH BIRTHDAY. I WAS BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE AS KAMEN RIDER GHOST TO COLLOECT ALL THE HEROES EYECONS SO THAT I COULD BE COMPLETELY BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE, I HAVE X AMOUNTS OF DAYS LEFT. FRIENSHIP! AAAAHHHHHH!

(Mishima blinks his yellow eyes open as he begins to stir. His head still feels a bit foggy from his sleep and it takes him a moment to make out a few words. Once he does he wonders if his ears are functioning since the man in front makes little sense. Yet befitting his polite nature he offers his name to the man while still comprehending little.) My name is Mishima. (Realizing he forgot something he stutters a bit and then rushes out the rest.) M-Mishima ... Mishima Yuuki. (Remembering at that moment mentions of a wound, Mishima instinctively grasps at his neck as if to support it. Upon touching his pale neck he feels a rough line around it with various edges and bumps. As if someone did a poor job at attempting to slice it off in a circular motion. Oddly enough Mishima does not freak out at the wound around his neck and instead checks the rest of his body for marks. A young boy of 17 he was certainly the runt among his peers with a slim physique and delicate looks to match. His blueish tinted hair did make him stand out a bit from the various brown and black hues, but his face was sadly too average to match. Even his plain high school uniform with a white shirt, blazer, and plaid pants screamed that he was an average male. Sighing in relief he was just happy that he found no other injuries among his normal person. His eyes then focus upon the strange man once again as if trying to figure something out.) Sorry. I'm just a regular highschooler without any plans in life. (He winces a bit at his own statement, but if it's the truth he might as well say it. Before people have the chance to be disappointed. His eyes then furrow as he comes up with something else to say. A thought hits him in his dire time of social need.) Oh! But I do love reading all sorts of books and could probably solve a mystery in twenty seconds. (He then amends his statement.) As long as it's not a closed room murder case.

A man awakes with a start, a sharp inhale escaping his lungs as his eyes snap open. More thoughts than he new how to process rushed through his head. Where was he, what kinda place is this,...WHO was he? No, no. One thought at a time. The where, the what, nothing on that front. The who...who was he? He dug around his brain for an answer for a moment, before finally speaking aloud in a soft voice. Hazama...Honoka. I'm...a grad school student, working toward a career in criminal justice. Thoughts rushed into his head, things he had only just recalled. He was walking home, long night at work or something. He heard something that didn't sound quite right in a small town like this, then... GAH!! He clasped his neck as a sharp pain washed over him. His eyesight became tinted with red, as he clasped his neck, almost as-if making sure it was still there, that he couldn't reach inside and touch the inner workings of his body through some kind of...hole... No, no, no. He repeated this word to himself in an attempt to calm himself down, stop the sweat beading on his forehead. He needed something else to focus on, something to distract him from this horrible feeling in his chest. Appearance, yeah, what's he look like right now? Messy green hair, collared shirt, blazer, lazily worn slacks. Sounds about right. Honoka replayed the voice he heard upon waking up in his head, still trying to keep himself occupied. I'm not the best with...people. Yeah, I get nervous real easily. I...like a good joke, I guess? He wasn't quite sure how to describe his own personality, but that's the best he could muster. He looked around the area, at the other people. Were the like him? Had they all...?

An older man wakes up calmly, no sense freaking out regardless of what madness is happening... He'd listen to the man's words and sigh, do they really need to go over all this crap? "I'm Tatsuya Suou, a homicide detective, age 38. Care to tell us who you are?" Upon further checking, one would see he's got mid-length brown hair, save a few specks of grey here and there. His clothing is a standard suit and clip-on tie, plainclothes detective after all. Beyond that, there's a few holes in the chest of his suit, he'd know them as bullet holes right away. He'd look around at the others in the room, a few visible wounds on them too? He's seen worse, but looks like they got attacked... "All this seems pretty insane to me, and just what the hell is the deal with these wounds huh? Looks like a damned crime scene from where I'm standing, and trust me I know those." He sighs and takes a deep breath, no sense getting so worked up over things without any evidence yet. The man reaches into his suit and pulls out a lighter, he'd absently flick at the thing and stare into the fire while doing his best to answer that last question. "As for my personality, I'm pretty no-nonsense at heart. At least in the middle of a case don't expect me to lighten the mood or anything yeah? But, I'd like to think I can match wits with the mystery novel kid, uh beyond that, I guess I'm pretty good in a fight if I have to... Can't say a whole lot though, head ain't feeling so good." He closes the lighter and looks around curiously, wondering if they're all having memory trouble too? He's damn sure those holes ain't normal, but no clue how he got them. Regardless, Tatsuya just leans back on a wall and puts his lighter away, for now, waiting for more info before doing anything else.

Eito wakes up, his mind foggy, making his ability to remember his past somewhat difficult. After seeing and listening to the strange man, he sighs and slowly gets up. He doesn't seem hostile, so Eito feels the need to introduce himself. "I'm Eito..." The teenager stands there, staring at the man before realization hits him, causing him to hit himself in the head softly. "Uh...Eito Arai." Eito steps back at the mention of a wound, as if feeling some uknown force push him. He looks at his black shirt, finding numerous holes in it, with blood oozing out of them. "Wha-What the hell?!" The teen starts breathing heavily, panicking at the sight of his torso, ridden with bullet holes. He puts his hands on his raven-black hair as he freaks out-Wait, Raven-Black hair-That's it, he'll just focus on his appearance and then he'll relax. That'll totally work. Right? Right... "Okay, okay..." Eito's breathing relaxes somewhat as he places his hands on various parts of his body to remember what he looked like. They went up to his head-To his black hair-To his eyelids, reminding him of his dark brown eyes-Then to his general face structure, even and young. "Okay, good..." His hands move down his neck, feeling his black headphones before moving onto his torso-His red jacket-His torn black undershirt. He sighs and looks down at his long black pants then smiles. "Well, everything seems familiar." "Just me, Eito the normal student..." There is a nervous energy in his smile as he continues to recall facts about himself. "Yeah, just a student." "Just a student..." Eito blinks a couple times at the strange feeling he gets when he says that, as if it's a lie. "So weird." His eyes close and he brings forth every fact about his personality, trying to keep himself distracted from the bullet wounds with everything he could. He was...Layed back-Well, that's what he told himself. In truth, he was pretty lazy.- Though got whatever he was tasked with done, though with no small degree of complaints. According to those near him, he was the 'Smart but lazy' type. Eito didn't really care. "Alright, I can do this." And with his personal problems solved, he went back to staring at those around him, wondering if they were in a similar situation.

Another man awakens in the dark area and slowly struggles to sit up, looking over himself he notices his tatoos across his arme, roses with throns, however upon closer inspection most of his skin all across his body is horribly burned, while an acrid smell wafts from him Gah... What..? Guess my time finally ran out if I'm dead. The man then winces in pain as he adjusts to his new condition, pulling on his sleeveless vest and white dress shirt under it, checking his pockets of his blue jeans before listening to the voice and looking at his companions, specifically the cop before speaking. The name is Taiyuki. Clan Akashi. Yakuza if you couldn't tell. I think I just did whatever the higher ups told me. Its all a haze to be honest.. Can't tell a thing. For myself personally I guess I would define myself as loyal and straight to business. I just get the job done. Nothing more then that. Can't exactly go against the boss's orders. He then runs his hand through his hair, shaven at the sides with the middle of it long with red streaks. Trying to recall anything else but coming up empty. Shrugging and trying to look at the orgin of the voice Now that we have that done I believe you should introduce yourself. While your at it mind passing me one of those you were smoking? If I'm already dead it can't hurt.

Everything hurts. That's an easy to understand truth, but not many can say it... and mean it. That is what Masamune is feeling, pain coursing through his body, every inch feels maimed in some way. Of course, with the presence of unending pain also comes tolerance. That kind of thinking seemed necessary given the intensity of his agony. The one thing that seemed to hurt the least if at all, were his eyes. The things once used to instill obedience in his subordinates were now the only things keeping him from succumbing to his wounds. That's how it seemed. The time spent thinking must have done some good, since he felt as though he could speak, perhaps even stand. The words spoken to him brought on their own pain, like a frigid blade piercing a still beating heart. The intensity of the words bared some hints of truth, that is what hurt the most to hear them. There was no use in trying to argue, or in playing dumb. The man known as Dan Masamune had died, that's just how it was. The chill faded to bring on some semblance of hope. Hope wasn't exactly the best word, it was more as if a fire had driven out the icy fear of his own demise. The hard part was over, as is everything after death. Now... one can only dwell in one's thoughts for so long. He stays lying in the water, but he opens his mouth to speak. "Death. That is what this pain is. You wish to know my name, hmm? Dan. Dan Masamune. As for this wound... I suppose the truth isn't worth hiding. I was... pushed. Pushed onto the tracks. I suppose I should at least be grateful my corpse didn't go under the wheels. Yes, I was pushed while waiting for the train on my way to work. I suppose you'll be curious of my job? I work as the owner of a small game company." It would seem his torn clothes, large open wounds, and body-wide bruising would corroborate his story. It seemed his body was thrown right in front of a train and was thus thrown onto the gravel and wood that composed the tracks. He finally sits up, but doesn't stand. "I have my own questions, but I suppose this is the most pertinent. If it is as you say, and I've truly departed the world of the living. Why am I not at rest, hmm? I suppose the most basic answer is that most theories on the afterlife weren't correct by any sense of the word. Quite the disappointment."

Shifting his weight onto his right arm, the thin man steadily rises to a sitting position. He wipes away a few stray strands of light-brown hair from his jade eyes. He performs this action with his right arm as his left seems unresponsive, but his attention is elsewhere. His eyes track the figure in the room. My name? Goodness me... I seem to have forgotten... The man struggles forward and takes a knee, resting for a moment as he tries to pick away at his mind for an answer. Who was he? And then it hit him. Ryoma...Sakamichi... yes! That is my name! With a satisfied grin, the man continues to rise to his feet. Although a little wobbly as his left side seems to be off balance. He ponders a moment at the other questions before looking down at his clothing. A simple off-white shirt, beige pants and a dark green apron clung to his tall frame with sweat. An apron? What was he, a chef? No. He knew deep inside what he did for a living. Aha! I can't believe I forgot an integral part of who I am... He laughs softly for a moment. I am...er... I was a barista. I can't remember where I worked, but I was a cafe aficionado. And as you can see I'm terribly average, just a working class young adult. No more, no less. The question regarding how he acts was an odd one to ponder. But deep in his heart he knew a simple enough answer to give. I'm the type of person who just wants the world to smile. A foolish and naive wish that I shall fight for until my last breath. Reaching out and trying to make a change. I may not be able to do much but it won't stop me from trying! With a warm smile, the man finally takes note of how long his left arm had been asleep. It was horribly uncomfortable still and the man grew dizzy for some reason. He reaches his right arm to grab his left and... No way... ...there was nothing to grab. The man stood dumbfounded at the lack of an arm to his left. There was a stump past his shoulder but then, nothing. The warmth of the blood fell heavily onto his right hand as he stumbled back to the ground. His mind was shot. Shock was setting in and the pain fell to the wayside as panic gripped the man with raw fear. Had he really died? Who did this? What does it mean? He had no answers but several questions. But he couldn't formulate them into words.

The girl with the black bow finally opened her eyes, attaining consciousness and making herself aware of her surroundings. For a short while she'd just lay there and stare up at the sky. She wasn't particularly interested in getting up just yet, part of her wasn't even sure if this was a dream or not. When it finally dawned on her that she in fact had motor function she sat up and looked around. She was a little surprised to find the others standing about, various wounds strewn about them, but she wasn't very worried for them. She didn't really seem like the kind of person to exude confidence. Her shoulders were slouched, her hair was somewhat messy and even partially in the way of her face, and she was frowning. Where even is this? Er, who am I?... Does it even matter? Drawing countless blanks in her head, her first step towards realization would be to actually stand up. Looking towards the sharply dressed man, she was given the same vague explanation as well as what is expected of her currently. With her directive in mind, the rest came to her naturally as she was able to quickly recall the important bits. I guess it matters to you then. Uh, Alice I think? Alice Nojima is my name. How do I look? Well uh, like this? The light brown-haired woman, looking down at herself with her red eyes, finds that she's wearing a white button-up, long-sleeved shirt with a black bow around her collar, a black pleated skirt, and black socks that extend all the way up her skirt, so presumably pantyhose. The thing that really stood out to her was the fact that her right hand wasn't visible outside of her right sleeve. Finding that to be rather odd she'd pull it up to reveal that it in fact wasn't there. It had been cut clean off, her arm ending in a straight line that exposed the flesh beneath her skin. She closed her eyes, winced, and pulled the sleeve over it, blood turning the white fabric red. After her moment of panic, a somber look takes over her face once again. I-I... It doesn't matter. I'm dead anyway, aren't I? That should make this all pointless but I guess you're the one with all the power here so I'll just have to play along. For occupation I was an apprentice for my older brother's web design business. As for how I act... Just use the word hopeless.

The young man stirs for a moment; then his eyes flew open as he starts to breathe heavily and clasp his forehead. Ah! Urgh... My head... He rolls around and tries to get up with his hands and knees, but he stops mid-way to stare at his reflection. A young looking man stares back at him, Black hair and eyes, wearing glasses, a nice suit, and some black pants along with... Hand wraps? He disregards that as he notices the bullet hole on his forehead, the hole's size makes him think about something... But he forgets about as he fully gets up into a standing position and begins to talk. My... My name is... He stops for a moment to remember. It's... Katsuo... Katsuo Tsukino... He thinks back to the bullet hole and it brings back what would seem to be a memory, at least it's hopefully a memory; a memory of... I... I was a gunrunner, but in easier terms, you could call me an arms dealer. I owned a firearm making business that I begged my father to buy for me; yeah, it gave me quite a bit of revenue, but... I got into the more illegal side, selling guns to some criminals. He sighs, adjusts his glasses and puts his hands in his pockets. As for how I act? I'm more of a loner kind of guy, but I can work with people if the need arises.

(Suddenly, a greenish 7'3 man falls from the sky)....sup

The young girl picks herself up, her breathing heavy and struggling. She'd close one eye in pain, looking around as she gasped for air, eventually stabilizing herself a little. "My name? Yoshiko Takenomi. I remember going by Takeno as well. She'd examine herself over, standing at about 5'7, wearing a dark purple beret and vest, with a lighter purple sweater underneath. Her hair would be a matching dark purple, coupled with similar colored eyes all making for a rather simplistic aesthetic. "How do I act? What a weird question... Well I've been called bashful, hot-headed and foul mouthed, so that's one thing. Other people have called me loyal, determined, supportive sometimes." "My occupation? Well I was still up and coming, but I was actually planning on becoming an idol. Or at least some form of entertainer. " After letting out a hacking cough, she'd speak again. "I was shot in the lung. I can't remember anything else. Not who did it or why or anything..." She shakes her head, her breathing still heavy.

My name is Nikko, I don't remember much at all... I remembered getting hit in the head and that's it.. Why do I have white hair..? Why am I wearing this clothing? W-why am I dead?! PLEASE TELL ME! I don't get it... Just why? What did I do, Mister?

{The girl wakes up, rubbing her eyes and dripping her head to the side. She looked around for a bit, before her vision becomes clear, signaling to her that she isn't at home. She barely manages to stands herself up, as she stumbled for a second as she got on her feet.} ("T-that's me?") {She gazed at her reflection, moving around to see if it was truly a mirror or not. She had on a black leather jacket with short sleeves that covered a dark purple shirt. She also had a dark blue skirt that was ruffled, and black boots that reached to her knees. She also had on dark gray tights and long sleeved gloves of the same color. Her hair was black with a purple tint, and was long and curly, with two locks covering her ears shaped like drills. Her eyes were also a very dark shade of blue, so much so that it seemed that it was just colored black.} "O-of course...that's me. I look a bit like a commoner...refreshing. Oh, my name is Malloryn Valacœur, and, by the way, I grew up in a rich family, and I'm foreign." she walks side to side as she speaks. "You may think of me as spoilt, but, I'm just privelaged. I'm not the whiny type that expects everything to come to me with their legs bent backwards. Even though I have a bad habit of calling a maid to do a chore for me, I do work. That, is how I act." "My occupations were, varying of sorts. I worked at a resource factory with my best friend before I settled with being a substitute Social Studies teacher...and then I turned back to bussiness management...finding the right job is tough, after all..." {She paused for a moment to think about how she died. But then she glanced back at her own reflection to look at the deep stab wound in her chest. It also seemed to reach a bit further down as well.} "...when did that get there? I-I think that was...during something...sadly, I'm still light-headed, so that can wait. Still, I can't believe I'm saying it so casually to be honest...oh well. If I'm a deadweight, you may have my apologies. But for now, I'll be with the you all today." ooc: We all love the late-posts.

Makoto. Kotori. Kazuya. Marcus. Rei. Morikazu. Seta. Yuuki. Hazama. Tatsuya. Eito. Taiyuki. Masamune. Ryoma. Alice. Katsuo. Yoshiko. Malloryn. ……… Your names have been taken. “It seems you’re all in top condition.” The man said with a smirk, and leaned back in his throne. “Such a crowd we have here… So many of you seem to have already given up hope.” “Well, you all are certainly owed an explanation.” The man pulled another cigarette out from inside his suit pockets, and it seemed to have lit itself as he brought it to his mouth. “Welcome to my [Aquarium]. Everything you’re aware of comes from your own world, but along side your own world is one that acts as its counterpart. This place is part of that other side. These two separate realms have no set names, so call them whatever you wish.” “This other side is home to some things not found on yours. They are mindless entities; they seem to exist only to kill. For sake of simplicity I call these entities [Slashers]. They are why you are here. These Slashers, despite making their home on this side, can kill entities on either side. You all have been killed by the Slashers…” The man let out a puff of smoke with his last words, and the water around his chair rippled. “They have killed your very existence on that side.” The man didn’t say this. The voice was too feminine. A woman with shoulder length brown hair steps out from behind the throne. She is wearing a black suit, her leather gloves rising so she could adjust her red tie. Her green eyes pierce into the group assembled before them. Her expression is obscured by a gas mask that covered her lower face. Despite the mask, her voice carries through the room as if unobstructed. “The victims of the Slashers do not simply die. They vanish. If you are slain, then when the day reaches its conclusion, the world is reset to erase any trace of you. You have been destroyed by them. Your family, your friends... They are not in mourning. They no longer know who you are, as of now; they never knew who you were. You do not exist outside this room.” The woman said as she closed her eyes and folded her arms behind her back. The man tossed the now used cigarette into the water, following the first. “This must sound ridiculous to you if you don’t believe it, and hopeless if you do. But there’s no reason to panic.” The man crossed his legs and held his hands together, staring into the eyes of all those before him. “Rest easy, young [Victims]. Your time has come far earlier than planned. I am your [Benefactor]. Assist me, and I will assist you. I will guide you towards [True Revival].”

(Mishima has difficulty processing all this information at once and as the lady continues speaking it only gets worse and worse. Like a piercing sound getting louder and louder as time goes on the words do too as he is forced to question his current state so much. So many questions so much time. Yet Mishima knew that if he let them out at once it would be like a dam bursting allowing for an overflow of possibly pointless words. He also didn't want to annoy anyone with a pseudo interrogation. So he decided to just ask the burning question that encompassed all others.) Why should I trust you? (it almost hurt to just ask this when all he wanted to do was shout and scream that he was not dead. None of this was real. And he would wake up on his bed in the morning. Yet answers came first and the eventual panic attack later. When he was away from everybody.)

Kotori takes this information in rather well, She does however, seem surprised about the "Slashers", holding her own neck Huh.... Figured it was mom...... Listening more, she seems to actually be rather happy upon hearing she was wiped from existence. Guess they must be pretty happy about all that money they have to spend now.

Masamune sits quietly and calmly. Noting the other presences now in his vicinity. He crosses his legs in the water, after all there isn't much a need to be formal in death. Despite his cool face, his eyes seem to be emanating a fiery passion, what that passion is is yet to be revealed. He listens somberly to the explanation of his current state, it seems quite surreal. "If what you say is true, not only am I dead, but to the rest of the living, I never existed? You offer quite the far fetched proposal. The pain I feel is true, that much is certain. All you have put upon me? That is entirely up to speculation. I will not trust you, but I shall assist you... for you present yourself as the only means for my attainment of freedom. As it stands, I still believe I am dead with no chance for another life. That much is simple to accept. What I cannot... no. Will not accept is my life being for naught. If this 'True Revival' you speak of is all a farce, so be it. I will aid you out of mine own desire that I receive justice." Masamune struggles to his feet, and bows. "For the moment, I am at your service."

The man sighs and fusses about with his tie, the only shocking part about being dead to him is that he's around to be aware of it, and that he got offed by some inhuman monster rather than the many human ones he's pissed off over the years... Heh, a Slasher? Murder he had expected, but this defies even his jaded views. "So then, you're telling me some crazy ass monsters killed us, everyone forgot we existed, and now we gotta help your ass out to come back from the dead huh? I'd normally call this too crazy to be true..." And yet, he looks down at the bullet holes through his chest, one having even gone right into his damned heart at that. Nobody would be alive after this, and he can tell they sure as hell aren't fake. "Given how much I know about wounds, I can say for sure with a good few of us myself included, we're dead as doornails yet standing around talking." He'd flick open his lighter for a moment, sighing and checking his suit with his empty hand, the gun's still there, along with a few sets of rounds for it... Not that he's sure it'll do him any good here. This is entirely shocking even for him, but he's not about to break down... Yet. As for the kid's question, he thinks he's got an answer himself. "Why should we trust this person? Quite simply put, we lack any other options, assuming that this is some dream, which I doubt very much, it can't hurt us to follow along. Assuming that it's all true, however... What is the possible gain from lying to us hmm? I guess one could argue it to all be part of some holy punishment for our sins in life? But, for some reason, I'd expect such a thing to be more to the point and blunt." He then sighs and stows his lighter away, taking a deep breath to calm himself before going on... Almost went on a whole rant with that one. "I'm listening to ya, "Benefactor". So, mind if I ask a few things? First up, what exactly will we be doing for you as this help? Second, what does "True Revival" mean? I have a guess from the name, but you know what they say about assumptions. Finally, I am curious your motive for this, one presumes you've got something to gain, and your use of the word help implies we'll be doing something you either can't do or won't do, that helps you." Finally, he'd reach into a pocket and take out a small notebook and a pen, standing ready to record whatever key bits of info they might gain from this person. No good detective doesn't keep notes after all.

Katsuo looks stupefied by what this "Benefactor" guy just said. It sounded too absurd but, it sounds true enough because then again, he shouldn't be alive right now. Alright, buddy, I guess I'll help you with this crazy shii-... Stuff, but... He pulls his hands out of his pockets. I should at least get a weapon to protect myself with, or a smoke, whatever works.

{As she listened, Malloryn changes her expression from calm to scared in an instant at hearing the word dead. Though, that wasn't all, her fear then rose when they mentioned the slashers, and now she's utterly frightened by being erased from existence. Her mother and father weren't the best, but they weren't as bad as others. What mattered most to her was her older brother, as she loved him dearly, even if he can have bursts of outrage from to to time.} "W-w-what? What now? No, no of course not. Why would you say that? I could care less about being dead, but being killed by something like that is too horrifying to think about. Why do we get erased from existence? Why can't we be mourned for? The people who we love won't care about us? I, but I...." her voice was deep, but her words were fearful. Her composure melted a bit too fast, but then she takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I'm sure I came here for a reason, not to go against how I described myself earlier. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I agree completely with everyone here. We have no reason to trust you, so why should we? Words are worth so much if there is no evidence. But alas, I'll just get more words out of you. I do have my doubts that this is only a hallucination..." {Though her body was shivering a bit slightly, she managed to calm down quickly, spew some questions and hope for the better. She wraps her arms around herself and looks down at the floor to wonder how that managed to get out of her. It doesn't happen like that so fast...why was this a special case?}

With a widening of her eyes and a weak whimper of defeat she'd stagger a little hearing the nature of what had happened to her, gripping her chest as she struggled to breath once more. "You're telling me that if I don't follow you, no one will know I existed? Not a single person...?" Clearly panicked by this whole proposition, she falls to her knees, gasping in a mixture of stress and suffocation. Despite that, she glances up at her so called Benefactor and nods. "If that's what it takes, I'll gladly do it. No matter the cost! But this does beg the question... I don't mean to insult you or anything, but how do I know I can trust you?"

After hearing the words from the man and woman, Makoto stumbled for a bit. Was she really dead? Was she really wiped from all existence? Surely this is a dream, right? These questions and more flew theough her head as she looked at the bullet holes in her chest. This all felt real. She thought about her death and her existence simply vanishing. She thought no one would care anyway if they still knew about her. She wasn't exactly one to be caref about anyway. Maybe her death was for the better of society. One less punk in the mix of things, one less delinquent to cause police trouble. She let out a heavy sigh as she kicked the water below causing her reflection to ripple and almost seem like it was vanishing itself. She shuddered a bit before the water would show her reflection clearly again. Makoto would then look back up to the man before spitting off to the side So...if what you say is true. Then we really are dead. Well, I can't say I couldn't see my death coming anyway. I've been involved in some pretty shitty situations before. Makoto would tilt her head back and sneer at the man And if you don't mind me asking sir, but what the hell would you want us to assist you in, and what could you ever do so greatly for us? and what exactly is this "True Revival"? How can we know you just aren't making all of this crap up? Tch, all of this is just too weird coming all at once. Makoto stuffs her hands into her pocket as she looks off to the side a little annoyed

Honoka stared at his reflection in the water, he looked terrible. Like he hadn't slept in days. Like he had...seen a ghost. He almost wanted to laugh at his own bad joke, laugh at this whole situation. This WAS a joke, right? He looked at his right hand, the one he had placed to his neck. Red. Lots of red. That was a lot of blood on his hand. Too much. He instinctively brought his hand up to his mouth, the same one coated in that horrible color. It felt like his stomach was turning inside out. He couldn't take it. He had died, his hand was covered in his own blood. He almost lost his dinner, but managed to swallow it. He inhaled slowly, and exhaled shakily. He had to calm down. Panicking further wouldn't solve anything. He turned once again to the water, seeing his reflection again, seeing the new hand print on his face. He threw his bloodied hand into the water, and then brought some up to his face. It was cold, but he felt a bit better. Face now cleaned, he stood up. His legs were shaking as he did so, he felt so weak. He wanted to lie down, to let still water of this [Aquarium] slowly wash him away. To turn away from this cruel fate and simply let himself fade away. He didn't have many friends, more people wanted his head than anything. Family was distant, he lived alone. What would he have to lose? Life, that's what. If he simply sat down and accepted this, then he'd lose his chance to see more of the world, appreciate the "beauty" he loved so much in humanity and the places they inhabit. That was what he wanted, what he needed. He needed to observe the world, like a child would an ant farm. His conviction somewhat reaffirmed, he looked at the pair in front of him. This [Benefactor] was his lifeline. His way out. All he had to do was play along. "W-what you two are saying is outlandish, completely asinine; however, I'm not left with much choice. What happens if I refuse your offer, huh? Oblivion? An eternity of nothingness, sleeping without dreams? No thanks. You both look fishy, but my hands are tied. So, assuming you can answer the questions you're being asked, and there really are no alternatives, then consider me sold. So, answer me this: What does helping you entail, and why do you need our help?" The last question was kind of already asked by the older dude, but it couldn't hurt. He was almost shocked at how everyone else handled this. Was death really not a shock to anyone else? Still, no point asking things like that. For now, he mimicked the aforementioned older dude and produced a small pocket-sized notepad from his pocket. Certainly couldn't hurt to record whatever info he finds out. Aside from the notebook, he's got his trusty knife. A pretty expensive one, Balisongs aren't cheap after all.

[As soon as the pair stop talking, Kazuya would keep looking at the injury on his hand. His body felt...cold, he wanted to shiver and cry, even breathing would prove to be the most difficult and tortuous thing of all. "I am alive." he kept telling himself, it's true, his heart was still beating, but he could also almost see through his own hand. He didn't want to believe it, but he cannot escape his bloodstained shadow. The young man looks up, trying to find any answer, any sign of rain and cloud, but nothing ever comes. Lost in his own thought, his heart almost stops. The lost youth wouldn't pay attention to anyone's words as he tried to make some sense out this very, very bizarre situation. He...couldn't bring himself to stand up. His legs were open, his arms resting on his knees as he looks down.] What...the hell...? [He cannot possibly say anything else. What else could he possibly say? The blood kept leaving hsi wounds, pulsing, hurting. He barely even wondered why he was even here in the first place. His mom always cooked takoyaki whenever he would get a terrible injury, sometimes he didn't mind dealing with bullies by the simple fact he would get his favorite thing. She seemed so worried, she must be so worried now. Maybe he was hoping she could still remember him, maybe Pascal and Yuka as well. His breathing calms down, slowly, soon he would be able to take it. He would be able to understand.]

This... has to be a joke... Even as Morikazu says this, he knows that he's just deluding himself. The pain's too real for this to be a dream. In that case... nobody knows he's gone? Worse. Nobody knows he existed. To be honest, he'd feel pretty bad if his friends and family found out he died, but them not knowing about him at all is somehow ten times worse. I... guess I don't have a choice. Perhaps it's the headache, or perhaps it's his own anger and impatience, but he's probably going to end up taking this offer. He literally has nothing to lose after all. Although I'd be happy to give those murderers a piece of my mind... His hands curl into fists as he stares at whatever counts as the sky in this world. Most of that fear and sadness is replaced by anger. That's good. He didn't really want to dwell on those former two emotions.

"So w-w are d-dead...." Nikko checked his back of his head. Yep, blood, a [Slasher] killed him for no reason. Everyone he knew is gone from his life. No one remembers him, no happy thoughts, we are all dead. "W-why did the [Slasher] kill us?" Nikko started to feel like crying, he felt even more alone and lost then ever. Why? He wonders in his inured head

Eito sighs and looks into the water under him, fixing his hair, looking somewhat traumatised at the information that was just offered to him. He had quite the hard time believing that he was indeed...Dead. "What the hell..." Shaking his head, he mumbles to himself, his breathing getting heavier again before he shoves his hands ahead of him as if to indicate to himself to stop. He closes his eyes for a moment. "Focus, damnit." Eito sighs once again and starts breathing calmly,putting one hand up to his chin in thought and tilting his head as he waits for the others to finish before talking as well. "So what you're saying is that we were essentialy brought straight out of existence by these...Slashers?" The teenager's expression sours, annoyance blooming on his face as he curls his fists. "That's not quite what I hoped to hear but at least this whole 'Benefactor' and 'True Revival' business sounds interesting." Eito relaxes once again, perhaps due to the idea of having a second chance or the idea of possible revenge. He briefly grins. "Can you explain some more?"

Haha! Real funny, of course I'm doing well with these injuries. Taiyuki then takes a deep breath as he listens along to the information he is given. Checking his pockets for anything of value to make sure, however when they go over the detail that nobody remembers them he stops. If nobody remembered him then he didn't have to work for the Akashi clan anymore. His parents wouldn't feel any shame for raising a criminal. This was a perfect opportunity fpr him, almost too perfect. Wait. Your telling me people won't remember me as a criminal? Ha! This is great! I didn't know that death could be so... Helpful. So Benefactor, what do you mean by True Revival. Because if your bringing me back to Earth with everyone remembering think again. I'm not down for that. I don't mind getting my hands dirty for you but I need to know what I'm working for exactly. Noticing how forward and angry he is, Taiyuki lets up for a second and takes a step back to look at his companions. If things got ugly he needed to know how many of them needed to be put down. Currently it sounded like he would be the odd one out, lucky to get even one person on his side. That was fine, he was used to going alone Second question though. What are you? Human, Slasher? Did you get killed by these things and chose to live here instead? That don't sound too bad to me. I wouldn't be against setting up shop here. Can't be worse then yakuza life.

Marcus sighs and listens to the others for a moment. It sounds ridiculous, but he has the gaping wound to prove at least some part of their story correctly... It would probably be best to think of this like a game.. After all, Virtual reality is all the rage now, right? Disturbing as their situation might be, questioning is something people with options do. If any of this is true.... Very well then, Benefactor. Give me some instructions, and I'll do as you say for now. I don't know about some of these others, but I much prefer the idea of existing to not existing. Marcus chuckles for a moment, all things considered this whole "slasher" situation might be a stroke of luck for him, at the very least its something interesting happening. Though the situation is quite likely to be dangerous as well. Though, for the ones questioning if you can trust this Benefactor guy, might I point out your fatal injuries? Put quite plainly, it doesn't look like we have any other options, no point in doubting the only way through the woods after all

Seta would just sit there for a moment unsure of what to do as panic would spread across his face. He wasn't sure what this all ment but he new he didn't want to put his own life in such danger. He would question why it was him that had to be put in this situation. All his friends and family didn't even know who he was anymore? What was he supposed to do then? He didn't see himself as even being given a choice here as revival surely was the only way forward. "Fine! I'll do what you want. Anything, just get me out of this nightmare...um uh, please? I just want to go home. I don't even care what the cost might be!" He would continue moving in place still trying to find his own injury but too impatient to possibly find a reflection or anything so he would assume that the injury was invisible. His eyes would still be closed however despite his apparent sight. The tissue around his eyes was scarred badly and it was clear that this was the source of his injury to any but him.

Alice looked away frowning as the Benefactor, and who she could only assume was his assistant, gave their explanation for what's happened. Not every question was answered of course but it would seem that the others had already sort of jumped onto his case about it, although she did seem a little disappointed that no one else thought to ask a few certain questions. She was reacting but perhaps not as strongly as should be expected of her, afterall she's already somewhat proven herself to be of the apathetic type. She'd speak aloud. If anyone knew any better they'd probably be relieved; it's one less grievance for them to shoulder in such a bleak existence. Not to mention funeral costs... While awaiting whatever response this unknown being had for all of these questions, she'd take a look around at the same unfortunate folk that had befallen the same unfortunate fate as herself. She found particular enjoyment in this gamer fellow's outlook, perhaps aligning her own feelings of the situation closer to his, as well as the supposed Yakuza member's. Of course the context is probably nothing alike to either of them. I don't quite understand how a bunch of hopeless people could possibly help you...but I guess it'd be more hopeless wondering why when you've already given us the offer. Just tell me what you want me to do so I can get it over with already. While not expressing direct interest in attaining "True Revival," she doesn't seem too keen on the idea of ceasing to exist. She intends to keep her motives, and at least some of her reasoning, to herself for the time-being, as if holding her cards close. The irony being that she uh... doesn't have a right hand anymore which has prompted her to keep her right arm behind herself in order to hide it away.

Rei calmly took all of this in, immediatley accepting the fact that he is dead and the true culprits of so. "...So, we were killed by a separate entity from this world, huh?" He took a deep breath and then asked, "What do you mean by, 'True Revival'? Does that mean that we'll be brought back to life if we do what you asked?" He looks down at the pendant that still hung around his neck, a stark reminder of his past.

The pain in his arm was distracting but he focused intently on the voice of the man. But his words seemed to fantastical. Two worlds, Aquarium, Slashers? It all had to be a bad dream, but pouring some of the water over his wound would unfortunately speak against that theory. The man tears off his apron and begins dressing his stump of an arm with as much efficiency as one can expect of a newly made amputee. Throwing the cloth over and wrapping it as tight as possible was relatively simple, however, fastening it proved somewhat more difficult. Waves of pain would crash over the man as he took one strand of fabric into his mouth and pulled it tight. A sharp gasp would pierce through his teeth as he did so. His wound tended to, he finally takes note of the others as the woman's voice pipes up. Her words cut deeper than whatever blade took his own arm. Shivers travel down the man's spine at the thought of never existing in the minds of his friends and family...did he even have family or friends? Even if he didn't the thought was equally disturbing. He waits for the others to speak before taking his turn. Alright, so that's the gist of it. He stares down at his wound for a moment before turning back to the man and woman. Say I do believe you, Mr. Benefactor. I would like some questions answered before I aid you. The draw of a "revival" is nice, but I would like a matter cleared up first. He clears his throat with a sharp cough. How many? How many of my friends and family were slain by Slashers and erased from my memory? What happened to me was terrible, but if I follow you correctly, a second chance may be in order... He shifts in place before continuing. I want to at least honor their...well it wouldn't be their memory but I want to at least have a number. Something I can hold onto so they aren't alone anymore.

Benefactor offers a gentle smile as he leans back in his throne with his arms crossed. “I understand your concerns… It is only natural for you to question such outlandish claims. But it is as Marcus and Tatsuya say. Look around you, at your surroundings, at each other, and at yourself. Why should you trust me? Is the evidence around you not enough? The fact of the matter is, you have no other options. As Hazama implies, your only other option is oblivion. I have nothing to gain by lying to you all. Follow my guidance, and obtain True Revival, or fade away from life, everyone’s memories, and the history of the world… I am afraid these are your only options, Taiyuki. There is no remaining in this state of living in nonexistence, not for long.” Benefactor holds out his hand to the woman in the gas mask. She produces a red book from behind her back and hands it to Benefactor, as he opens the book and begins flipping through the pages. The woman then leaves his side, walking past the group, and coming to a stop a few strides behind the group. Her arms return to her back as she turns to face Benefactor, now standing opposite him with the group in between them. “You ask what I am. It is a simple question; a complex question. I am simply your Benefactor. I am neither human nor Slasher. No label you can think of fits me. The closes one could think of, ‘God’, would imply omnipotence. I am a strong being, but not all powerful. This is why I am here, asking for your assistance. As… pathetic as it sounds… you can do one think I cannot.” He produces a cigarette from his jacket, and tosses it towards Katsuo at his request. “I cannot offer you weapons. Though I notice some of you already have some on your person. What I can offer you though, is something else. Not a weapon, but something else to help you achieve our goals. The [Shells], constructed from my own power, and designed for each of you.” The Benefactor stands up, looking down towards all in the room as he places the book on his throne, and puts his hands in his pockets, and his smile vanishes. “I am strong, but I am unable to leave the Aquarium. You can. Take the Shells, and fight the Slashers. These mindless monsters are innumerable. However, they commune in [Hives]. My request is somewhat simple. Go to these Hives… and eliminate as many as you can. This will not eliminate the problem, but it will reduce it. As thanks I will achieve True Revival. I will return you to life, and with your return, the memories and records of you will come with.” On the other side of the room, by the woman’s side, a white door rises from the shallow water below. The woman opens the door, and walks through it. Though the other side is hidden from all in the Aquarium, all that can be seen is a white light that the woman fades into. “I know it is not something you wish to think about, but Ryoma seems to understand, even if he wishes it were not the case. I... think… it is for the best condition of your psyche that I not quantify it, but I am afraid all of you here have lost someone you knew before to a Slasher. Someone faded from your members. Just as you have now fades from another. Follow her; follow my assistant through that door.” He raises his right arm and points towards the white light. “I have used a large portion of my energy to revive you, those who have died by the hands of a Slasher within the last 24 hours in this small locale, to do your best to stop as many as you can. Prevent more of this from happening. If you have yet more questions, I will answer them to the best of my ability. If you prefer, you may prefer commune among yourselves, here, in my Aquarium. Once you are satisfied, walk through the door, and my assistant, [Contributor], will distribute your Shells.” Benefactor collapses into his throne, seeming very weary.

Kotori timidly raises her hand Umm..... What happens... If we're killed again? Do we pass on? Or...... do our souls just completely vanish? No next life, or Reincarnation, or hell? No chance of passing on to whatever's next?

Masamune's lips curl into a grin at the proposition before them. Two birds with one stone is the phrase that would come to mind. His justice would come, as would his revival, so it would seem... The only reason he cared was for the former. His justice would need to come, even unto his permanent annihilation from this or any plane of existence. His craving, his desire, the [Slashers] would be the one to satisfy it. "You will hear no questions from me for now; however, the moment I feel something is amiss... I will expect honest answers. Now, you said we had time to commune? I should consult those who will aid me in mine endeavors... and root out those who would hinder me." Masamune's gaze falls unto Tatsuya Suou, the policeman. He seemed to be quite reasonable, and... capable. "Policeman, sir. Let us work to our own goals together." Masamune bows deeply, and seemingly sincerely. Before Tatsuya has any chance to respond to his gesture, Masamune walks into the bright doorway, his stride still limping from his wounds, but it was a confident limp if you could believe it. "Expect great things! O, Benefactor! These [Slashers] as you call them shall suffer an end befitting of demons!"

Marcus watches the Benefactor, unless this is all some ludicrously complicated act, he has obviously spent a large amount of energy for the sake of giving them this pseudo-life. But if he can do this sort of thing, it is doubtful any of these "Slasher" monsters can significantly harm him. This is about where the video game analogy meets its end, at least for now. After all, their Benefactor is some sort of intelligent being, presumably, so there are a few questions. Marcus sighs and straightens his glasses, before looking straight at the Benefactor I actually have two for you, Benefactor. But they're simple enough. As strange as it may be to have lost people to these creatures, well... Simply put I can't say I miss someone I don't know. To that end I must ask. Why? Why are you going so far out of your way, visibly weakening yourself, simply to bring in some servants to fight these things? They don't affect you in any way, as far as I can tell. Is it just the goodness of your heart? And lastly, what do you mean by "eliminate as many as you can?" Are we simply supposed to keep fighting until we fail? What exactly is needed to get this "True Revival" of yours? I can't very well be expected to agree to something without knowing the terms. Of course, its not like he has any real deal pieces to offer either, in essence Marcus is simply relying upon the Benefactor's desire for his cooperation. Obviously not being dead is preferable, but this could easily be some kind of trick. With a goal that vague, it could be a convenient excuse to send them out over and over again until finally they fail and vanish forever. Harsh as that may be, you never know what to expect from people... Or.... Whatever this guy is

Katsuo catches the cigarette and remembers that he doesn't even have a lighter. "I would ask if anyone has a light but, eh, I'll save it for after we get these "Shells"." He walks over to the door, but he waits outside before going in; waiting for his new companions. "Well I'll be waiting over here for all of you, don't want to rush ahead now that we're a so-on-so team, right?" Katsuo smiles, it may or may not be a fake smile, though.

Benefactor nods at Dan, and Katsuo who approaches the door. "My apologies, friend." With a snap of his fingers, Katsuo's cigarette is lit. After performing his small favor, he turns to the others with a dejected look. "Well... Kotori... I think it is best I do not answer your question directly. I will simply ask that you not get your hopes up, and aim for your revival so that you may live the best life you are able to." "Well, Marcus... Saying I am doing it out of the good of my heart is fairly accurate. Well, perhaps I am a bit selfish in my request. I cannot leave the Aquarium, but I can see the world, your world. Too many times have I see people vanish without a trace, and it pains me so. Perhaps my wording of your objective is poor. Within these Hives lie powerful Slashers. Your primary goal should be eliminating these ones that are stronger than most, and kill those you encounter along the way. Mindless though they may be, the Slashers seem to have established a primitive social structure. A chain of command of sorts."

Katsuo notices the cigarette got lit by the Benefactor. "Thanks buddy." He brings it up to his mouth and inhales the smoke. He then lets out a puff of smoke. "Aaaah, that's a good way to relieve stress."

Honoka opened his mouth to speak, but Marcus had taken the words right out of his mouth. He sighed, pressing a hand to his hip. In spite of himself, and his own fear, a smirk crept onto his face. Perhaps one of desperation. Perhaps it was an act. "You're asking us to fight against, and presumably dismantle the infrastructure of an otherworldly race of mindless killing machines; so we, the poor saps who bit the dust because of them can get another shot at life. We're your exterminators, basically. Pest control, though we can't stop the problem; but we can limit the damage done. All out of nothing more than wanting the suffering to stop. Am I correct so far?" He clicks the button on the bottom of his pen, at the same time turning his hand and letting go of the utensil. It would spin in the air momentarily before Honoka caught it between two fingers and placed it and his notebook back in the inner pocket of his jacket once again. "Your story's pretty nuts, like I said. However, I also said we really aren't left with much choice, eh Mr. Benefactor? Fine, I'll play along for now, however skeptical I may be. One condition though: my surname. That's what I go by, please keep that in mind." He turned on his heel, walking toward the light as well. In truth, he really wanted out of this place. He hoped the cocky act was working, but in reality his legs were shaking. The thought of fighting those things terrified him, made the gash in his neck burn as if set ablaze. However, he couldn't show that to these people. He'd do what he always did when he was afraid, put up a front of confidence. It's what always worked.

As the Benefactor explains the situation to Taiyuki he crosses his arms, closing himself off as he thinks to himself. Surely that cannot be true. He can only exist here for 24 hours? No.. There was something he was missing. There is no way he's returning to Earth with those memories. He might as well cease to exist instead to not worry his family. Soon after he approaches The Benefactor again. Wanting a second opinion So Benefactor. Your telling me that I can only stay here for 24 hours at maximum? I think your lying. You are here. Which means that you exist in the Aquarium. If you are neither human or slasher that means you've ascended. If I can reach that state surely I can exist freely as well. I'm sure thats possible somehow. After all there is the Contributer. A second entity here. I'm assuming they are alike you? With your power or perhaps something from the slashers I can gain the power to resist fate. To choose my own destiny. Taiyuki then takes a second to recollect his thoughts. He had a strong opening. Now to finish it off with a show of might. That's how they did it back in the day. The weaker follow the stronger, climbing the ranks with sabotage, assassination and a number of dirty tactics. If it means that I have to kill you to take that power for myself so be it. That also goes for the rest of you. I will have my True Revival, a bit more blood means nothing to me. Don't get me wrong though. I don't mind working with any of you. Benefactor included. But the moment you become a hindrance is the moment we stop being allies, and become enemies. Taiyuki then places his hand over his face, covering the worst of his wounds there as the air cut into it. Just having it exposed was painful. But he needed to know more before getting this shell.

Eito paces back and forth, his exression going from annoyed to somewhat intrigued as he takes the time to think about their circumstances along with their choices. He eventually stops and turns to face the Benefactor. "While all of this sounds great, i'd like to know what these...Shells are and what they can do for us." All things considered, Eito seems to be taking his situation quite well. He still doesn't seem happy. "Although no matter the answer, i'm not exactly keen on being an exterminator of these fucking things, conaidering they managed to kill us beforehand." Eito sighs and steps back, taking another moment to examine his fellows. He is unimpressed.

"Understood, Honoka." He waves as Honoka approaches the light, then turning his attention to the others with a sigh. "I suppose it would be apt to say Contributor has 'ascended', if you wish to call it that. However, Taiyuki, be warned. Your ambitions seem large, but placing a threat on your Benefactor is hardly a wise move. It is by my energy that you all still live in a state of [False Revival]. If I fade, I am sure you can figure out the rest. Don’t misunderstand me Taiyuki, you have much longer than 24 hours left in this world. I simply stated that you have already passed with the last 24 hours.” “As to you, Eito, it would be redundant to describe Shells in their entirety here. Contributor will give you all you need to know on Shells. To explain it as simply as possible, they are a shield that will act as your shield… and life support, so to speak.”

Morikazu slowly stands up, shaking his head. All this stuff about Slashers... Hives... what are they, bees? And then there's Shells... Ah, screw it. The old man's answers just raise even more questions. He's not in the mood to dwell on this stuff anyway. Let's just get moving. He says this mostly to himself as he heads towards the bright light. Maybe this is the light people see when they're about to die, he jokes to himself.

Eito shrugs at the Benefactor's explanation. "Cool." He walks over to the door.

Katsuo takes another moment to smoke before he tosses the cigarette to the side. "Finally, a little less conversation, a little more action." He walks into the bright light, wondering what's going to come next.

Rei had no such questions, as he then turned his focus back at the pendant that he still had... He thought to himself, about the slashers, what he has to do, and to get himself...no, everyone here back to their world... As he approached the door, he turned to Benefactor, slightly concerned on his condition, "...Mr. Benefactor, are you going to be alright though? You seem...a little weak...

Makoto stood and listened as the Benefactor and the many people surrounding her talked. She listened in on their questions and the answers the Benefactor gave out. During this time she quietly thought to herself. She still seemed skeptical about all of this, but she had nothing to go against any of the things the Benefactor has said. She sighed and thought about the group of people that were brought here. Makoto laughed to herself thinking how working with this strange cast of people would work out. She simply shrugged it off. There was one person she didn't get a good feeling from in this room, and that was of Taiyuki. She didn't like how he acted, even going so far to call them all a possible hindrance. She looked down before letting out a heavy sigh Well Mr. Benefactor sir. It seems I will go along with this all. Whatever this "True Revival" stuff is, I rather work towards getting that then staying dead. I'll help you with your Slasher problem, and hopefully I'll do a good enough job to get that True Revival. She gave a quick smirk before talking again So without further ado, I guess I'll stop my talking and just head through that glowy door over there. She waved off the Benefactor as she stepped through the door.

While listening to the rebuttal Taiyuki messes with his hair, cracking his neck and idling before responding again with a sigh So to put it simply. I can exist here. That's all I need to know. I will figure out how to. With your help or not. Hell, I don't even mind working below you, I've done it before, doing dirty deeds for the higher ups. I think you misunderstood my statement, it isn't a threat. I'm just being honest. I have no qualms killing any of you again, and again. You can say I'm psychotic or deranged, but the reality doesn't change. We all have different desires. It depends on our ability to make those desires into reality, and I will make sure my vision becomes reality. Or I'll die trying. No hard feelings if you kill me or I kill you. Just business really. Even criminals have their own sense of honor and integrity, mine is just twisted compared to others. So we've already been dead for 24 hours? Interesting... So how long can we exist here. Got any idea about that Benefactor? A time limit would be useful to note.

Tatsuya's full of questions right now... And he's sure none will be answered here, rather than asking anything himself. The man commits a few key facts to memory, the kind he wouldn't want others knowing. Taiyuki, likely threat, might need to end him sooner rather than later. Dan, goals too unknown to count on, but hopefully an ally. "Well, this has been quite fun to hear and all, but the questions I've got have all been asked anyway. So without any more waiting, I'll catch ya around." Finally, he'd walk in through the door, flicking his lighter absently as he glances over at Dan. Time to respond to the man's little idea. "Dan Masamune hmm? Well, if you say you want to work with me... I'm game to help anybody interested in putting an end to these damned [Slashers]." He'd then lean a bit closer to Masamune, whispering as he'd rather not quite share his thoughts with just everyone. More so the gunrunner really. "Though I can't lie, I'm curious what those goals might be... Of course, I'll fill you in on mine to be fair. Simply put, I want to put an end to these damned things if at all possible, these [Hives], there might be something building them hmm? If we could slay it at the source..." He grins viciously, Tatsuya's never been one to let people get away with something. Rich Yukuza, heads of companies, if he's got a reason to think they've done something, it doesn't matter, and these... Actual monsters, killing without even the base motives of the people he deals with? He'll find a way to end them all if it's remotely possible. "Frankly, I think this coming back from the grave thing is a bit sketchy, he doesn't seem to have reason to lie to us. But that means little in my line of work, I'll try to come back, but to me? If we die and get to bring some damned justice to this place, that's more than good enough." Finally, he'd step away from Masamune and put his lighter away. Walking around the room to search for this person who will be giving them... Whatever the hell these Shell things are, who even knows how that'll work?

(With most of his questions answered and his mind still in a semi-catatonic state, Mishima simply gets up to fellow the lady. Before heading into the door he takes one look back as if still trying to find some traces of home.) Please ... let me wake up ... soon (He momentarily closes his eyes and upon opening them still finds nothing familiar.) (With a sharp intake of breath he then looks forward. Hesitantly he takes a step forward and then another one into the light.)

I-i see..... .............................. I guess.... I'll do my best then. I don't want to just vanish. Kotori exits the room through the white door

Marcus pauses and listens for some time. There's certainly quite the cast of characters here for now. Taiyuki and Dan would be easily described as.... Unstable. Not to be relied upon for much of anything. Neither would Mishima, Rei, Seta, Kotori, or Malloryn. Those five seem to be in some amount of shock and vulnerability. Perfectly understandable, but it does make them far less reliable until they get over it. That leaves the others. Makoto almost acts like a natural. She's adjusting very well to the situation. Tatsuya, the officer, seems satisfied to keep to himself and Dan... If they're allies that would make Tatsuya less than reliable. Currently, Alice, Honoka, and Makoto seem like the most reliable members, it might be a bit cold, but they're clearly working towards some goal, presumably revival. For the time being, they're worth trusting. Given Ryoma's selfless nature, he might also be worth relying on, not trusting completely, but at the very least he's more likely to help out in any given situation. The others he knows very little about, and will simply have to observe further. After all, that's what he's been doing for much of his life. Observing people. After giving a moment to think... He doesn't have any more questions. So Marcus would simply bow to their Benefactor Thank you for answering the questions me and my companions have. I myself am out of them, aside from what your assistant is supposed to answer. To that end, I thank you for your time. With a sigh, Marcus turns towards the light, he'll have to keep an eye out on many of his companions, far too many to be comfortable with. Hopefully these "Shells" will provide somewhat of a solution. There's nothing to do but go with the flow for now, later things may become more or less complicated, probably more if his gaming experience has taught him anything. He has no further questions, so it is about time to move on with this. Marcus walks towards the light

{After listening to everything all well and clear, she then started stroking her curly locks while giggling quietly to herself. There really is no other choice. No alternative. If anything, she'd rather curl up and die herself. But since everybody else is going to the door, she can't be the only one left behind. No, she has to follow everyone else and have a chance of survival. Better then being alone...mostly.} She stopped messing with her hair and decided just to twirl the drills covering her ears as she spoke. "Oh...I-I see. Then, I guess, I have nothing else to ask, or say? Hmm?...well, that's ok. I'll just be on my way then. Maybe they can help keep me company and clear the way as I stroll along with them in the back..." She glances at the Benefactor before mumbling, "I hope they don't betray me...I hope these "shells" help us greatly...I guess the only way to see is to go through with it..." As she approached closer to the light and the woman, she then turned her body around, to walk backwards and say her goodbyes, waving meekly at everything she faces before turning back around. {Malloryn walks toward the light, wrapping her arms around herself and ignoring everyone else for now to get a grip on reality.}

"I am a bit weak, after all I have done to support you all. But do not worry Rei, I am made of sterner stuff than you might believe." "Well, you certainly are ambitious Taiyuki. I'd say you all have perhaps two months, should be plenty for you to achieve your goal. If you do it well, perhaps there are other ways I could repay you for your time and effort." Benefactor raises his hand to wave as more went through the door. Briefly smirking at the exchange between Dan and Tatsuya.

"That's good to know..." Rei said as he started heading towards the door, slightly smiling briefly. "I hope we'll meet again soon." He said as he enters through the door. Knowing what he has to do now, and headed towards the light, where everyone else is.

[Kazuya had a hard time believing all of this, but he was not a fool. Even in situations of great stress and pain, his mind always kept a certain level of self control and calm. At times he even felt...empty or cold because of this, but it was his one talent in this life, at least besides his understanding about the most recent of technologies, especially computers and cellphones. He didn't know how this could help him in the face of his future challenges, or if it would actually be a detriment of sorts. He was still looking down at the floor, doing his best for his chest to quickly accept this terrible reality he is experimenting, outwordly and unexpected, almost impossible, like the sickest of jokes. "The water feels nice", he thought, slowly moving his fingers and creating small ripples that are quickly consumed by everyone else's footsteps and movements towards the door. Kazuya already payed attention to what everybody else was saying, and his own heart was much more calm. Finally, the young man stands up.] I...understand. Thank you for giving me a direction and the means to protect myself. [Kazuya politely bows to the Benefactor with a very gentle smile on his face. His eyes could easily show his fear, like the coward he believes he is. Slowly, and without paying attention to anything else he walks forward, eyes focus on nothing but his next objective, the strange door. Suddenly, his entire life was turned upside down, and nothing could possibly prepare him for what he might see soon. Slowly embracing what could happen to him, he thinks of his mother as he waks through the door.] I will do my best...

The boy would look forward with annoyance but wouldn't speak as he did this as he knew the situation he was in was hopeless. He could only do as he was told as he always did and hope for some semblance of a happy ending. This Benefactor was the only one who could help them and he had no choice but to listen to his commands regardless of wether he wanted to or not. In his mind his own life came before any sort of commitment to some past person he doesn't even remember. "Alright, lets just get this over with. I want my life back." Seta would choose to just walk through the door unable to see any other options.

Takeno, still struggling to comprehend everything that's been happening, sheds her contemplative thoughts for now. There was no use in trying to understand it until she really needed to anyways. Whatever the Benefactor had in store for her was no longer a road she could choose to take. It was either that or face oblivion and non-existence. "You're right, I have no reason to distrust you. I'll play along. But if we have no weaponry how're we supposed to... n-nevermind." Her seemingly blind trust of the Benefactor may have proven to seem naive, but there was definitely something behind it. She glared at the man in the throne in a way that could only seem like suspicion. Nonetheless, she followed through the door without any hesitation, her hands clenched and eyes narrowed in pure determination.

Two months... That's more then enough time. I'll crush all the slashers I come across. They'll wish they never slasher me when I'm done with them. Taiyuki then gets up and heads for the door. With his questions answered and his mind quelled, however at the frame he takes a look over his shoulder, watching the officer, pretty clear they weren't going to get along

The handless woman stared down at the water paying only half attention as the next wave of questions were answered and clearly having a hard time caring enough about how the Benefactor viewed herself, the others, and the situation. As far as she was concerned, he had his goal and everyone else had their's. It wasn't until the door had risen from the water behind the Contributor that she finally began to actually look around and listen to her fullest. Showing a bit of her morbid side and taking some interest in the fact that family members have apparently been slain by the slashers, she'd poke fun at Ryoma. Aw don't worry about it sir, I'm sure they deserved it anyway. Better to cease to exist than to be punished for eternity, right? If you believe in that sort of thing, I mean. Smiling brightly, Alice would shut up as yet even more questions were posed. Rolling her eyes at the somewhat predictable responses, she does find the attitude that the Yakuza boy, Taiyuki, takes is rather entertaining. Upon further inspection of her peers, she'd take mental notes of the ones who might be more trouble than they're worth. The Benefactor never specified that they had to work together but knowing who her "friends" are would certainly help the situation. She'd list them off quietly to herself, making no pointing gestures but having her eyes jump from person to person. I guess he looks strong, he looks kind of... weird, he's just crazy. Mmmf... This is hopeless, why would any of them want to ally with me? Staring a bit longer at a few certain faces, the gamer boy and the barista for certain, Alice would be one of the last few to crossover through the doorway. She'd look back at the Benefactor before doing so and roll her eyes.

The man takes some time to digest the information. As much as he was unsatisfied by the response given by the Benefactor, he understood the reason. Alright... Ryoma speaks as he finally stands up. His arm still pulsing with pain which causes him to wince and suck some air through his teeth. That is all I needed to know. I am not typically too keen on getting revenge, but the actions of these creatures is unforgivable! Killing me is fine and dandy, but to slaughter my family or friends? I have found my resolve, Mister Benefactor. I am ready. Ryoma catches Alice's words and his face contorts with annoyance as he lets out a sigh. I shall let that comment go unchecked due to the situation we found ourselves in. But you would do well to mind your tongue. Just because we do not remember them does not mean they deserved any of this! Ryoma calms his nerves after a moment. My apologies. It seems I, too, am on edge. Ryoma would bow his head towards the Benefactor before turning and making for the door. His mind was still in a haze from all that's happened so far, but that's to be expected. Most humans don't lose their life, an arm, and their existence and just walk it off. Passing the brightness of the threshold was all he could do right now. His decision to fight for not only himself, but for those that died before was all he had to keep him going. Now it was finally time to put those words into motion.

The white light faded as the group passed through the door. As their eyes adjusted, the room they were now in came into focus. They found themselves in a fairly large, almost circular room. There were three doors equally spaced apart. There was the white door, but also one blue, and one black. Curiously the blue door was covered in chains, and multiple kinds of locks. In between the three doors, instead of standard walls, were large fish tanks. Various exotic species could be seen swimming behind the glass. The woman, Contributor, stood in the center of the circular room, holding a briefcase. Once she saw more of the group come through the white door, she turned and opened the black door. Turning to the group she only nodded her head towards the door, and passed through quickly. Not given another moment to admire the fishes or stare at the door, they had no choice but to follow. Through the door Contributor had led them was… the outside. It was a small street, with various buildings lining each side. It was a small shopping district, though what each shop offered was difficult to tell, as all the signs looked hazy, blurry. This strange blur extended to more than just signs, but… the people. They were not alone. The shopping district appeared busy, people in suits, uniforms, and casual clothes walked by, some talking with others, some on their phones, but all had a strange haze over them, and had not even acknowledged the group of Victims or Contributor. ….Most had not acknowledged them. Some of the citizens did not have the haze. As the group stepped out, a few people turned to look at them, and looking back… They were wounded, severely. They did not speak, but they stared at the other victims with grim expressions. “Welcome to our side.” Contributor’s voice broke the silence. “It runs parallel to your own world, and as you can see, denizens of your side are visible from here. Though you’re probably more interested in the others, I imagine. Benefactor was kind enough to leave out a detail that I will not. Victims of the Slashers become permanent inhabitants of this side. They now wander this side, every day. Their family and friends will not remember them, but the victims will remember their lost loved ones, and while they cannot speak or interact with them, they walk by their side still.” “There’s no time to feel sorry for them, or admire beauty in tragedy.” Contributor raised the briefcase she was carrying before the group. “These are your Shells, take them.”

She tosses the briefcase on the ground in front of the group. As it hits the ground, it breaks open, and several white, metallic plates with unknown markings inscribed into them spill out. “They are all the same, just take one, and hold it to your Wound to register it to yourself. These Shells will mold themselves based on your will, to cover your Wound, or in the case of those with lost limbs, replace what you’re missing. Their exact form and design is up to your own thoughts.” “Understand that these are your life now. Slashers striking anywhere they like will not kill you, but it can weaken you, but you will regenerate if given time. But know that the same cannot be fully said of your Shells. If your Shell receives too much direct trauma, it will shatter, and with it, everything. Benefactor may have brought you back from death at the hands of the Slashers, but nothing can bring you back after the destruction of your Shell. Your Shell also will lend you power, give you the abilities and skills you need to stand a chance against these Slashers. What these skills are however, are again up to you. Anything is justified, so long as you can rationalize it.” “So…” Contributor folds her arms behind her back and gazes at the Victims. “If you have any questions, ask them. If not, I suggest you take your Shells, let it take it’s form, and decide what power you wish from them…”

Masamune stares at the metallic objects with a piqued curiosity. Whatever these things are, they were the key to his justice. "No... no questions from me. I'd much rather see these things in action." Clearly he couldn't be bothered to take in the sights, it didn't matter to him. Not much did outside of his group of strangers and strange people. Some of them might seem useful, more of them seemed significantly more a hindrance than the utility provided could make up for. "As for these we simply hold them to our wounds? Easy for the others..." Masamune retrieves a plate, and simply holds it to his waist. That location took the brunt of the assault issued to him by the locomotive. It seems to glimmer with an ominous light before becoming a simple rectangle of white bound to his waist. As the light flickers and disperses, an odd blue and silver device seems to be bound to his waist. It has an odd green object protruding from the top, as well as two buttons, a red A and a blue B. Just as the strange belt takes form, it sparks with an odd green lightning. "Ohoooo... Yes I know where this is going, and I must admit I'm not quite displeased with it. Hmhmhmhm. If this is how it's going to be then I quite know my skills." As he says the words, the belt's screen lights up and a strange two-dimensional box falls over him. This box coats him in the same glimmering light that covered his waist. As the box reaches his feet, it shoots several arcs of electricity up through his legs, then his torso and arms, and finally his head, which has now begun to take shape as an odd spiky figure. The lightning disperses as does the light, and what remains is a stark white figure with odd protruding spikes. It also has what appears to be a trench coat. The box flies up across his body again, and he holds his right fist skyward, his missing fingers now completely covered. The box shoots an odd green aura down his arm and it quickly turns black with green accents. The rest of his body follows his arm's transformation and soon he has completely been covered in the black and green mixture of color. With the sound of a bell tolling, his eyes light up, and the box disappears. His [Shell] has taken its form. His [Wounds] are masked. "Ahh... I never thought I would set my eyes upon this visage again. Those were good times indeed. Now... the Hero of Justice shall bring order!" As he says those final words he flicks his trench coat to catch the wind. He presses the A button inward and his mask clicks several times, and folds away into his suit. His eyes seem ignited with passion, and his grin effortlessly conveys his thoughts. This is how he'd obtain his justice. This is how he'd find his peace. This is how he'd stand against fate itself. "I do believe I shall hold off on an open display of the skill this... what was it... [Shell]? Has granted me. Come come... I wish to see my... comrades arm themselves for the coming battle."

Marcus looks around the... Between, as he'd like to call it. Since they don't exist, yet they apparently have some effect on the existent, at least the Slashers do... Not that it particularly matters, they're stuck here for now. Nothing to do but cooperate and learn what they can. Marcus occasionally nods along to the explanations, casting a sideways glance at the locked blue door, so the Benefactor has secrets as well? Interesting information to store away for later. But there are other matters at hand. Marcus looks down on the shells, which are to act as not only their life, but also their blades? Very well. Marcus shrugs and picks one of them up I trust that's most of the basics, just have to focus, and get these things to work, right? Marcus presses the shell against the two slashes along his lower back, just above the kidneys. It ended up covering most of his lower back, but is still probably smaller than most wounds here, considering the number of missing limbs. He had always been a fan of rogue type characters in the games he played, it became a style he was used to, mentally if not physically. So, going for style over pure functionality, Marcus focuses and reshapes the shell. His wounds become covered by what seems to be a pair of dagger sheathes. They reach out to the sides a little, to where he could easily store small weapons in them, so long as he's careful. That would be an embarassing way to go. But that does bring up two questions First, uh... As you may have noticed from my Shell of choice. I'd like to know how durable these things are. Would be kinda pathetic to slip trying to use it for convenience sake and end up killing myself. Second, these Slashers, how durable are they anyways? And, for that matter... What are they? Creatures, machines, appearance. Any generals that might be useful if we wanted to prepare for facing them. Marcus sighs and glances around, Dan wasn't one to show his hand, so its likely best for Marcus to do the same. The young man smirks and points his thumb back at Taisuke I hope none of you mind me not showing off my abilities in front of him. Just in case our goals end up unaligned, would rather not give out information for no reason after all

"Hmph. Your Shells are not so fragile that they would break simply from you toying with them. The Shells will also regenerate, repair their own damage, provided you are resting. It is not likely to break unless the enemy strikes it often before it has a chance to rest." "As for your question about the Slashers, they will be easy to recognize. Black cloaks, white masks... Those masks of theirs... Think of it like your Shells. They can be killed through a number of methods, but their Mask is their most vulnerable place. Aim for it. Break it."

(It takes a bit for Mishima's eyes to adjust to the constant scenery change. Blinking rapidly once outside his vision begins to settle save for the occasional blur around people. Before he begins to question his vision the words of the contributor dissuade that fear while giving him new ones.) Y-You were serious about the fighting? (Mishima was by no means an idiot, but all these sudden revelations were becoming a tax upon him. He just like many others of his age enjoyed playing games that dumped quest upon quest on the player character. Yet now having been thrust into that sort of position he could say for a fact. That it sucked. Plain and simple. Give him a test now and he would happily accept it with a smile on his face over this first hand experience of shock value. Honestly, none of this was fair. He was a random high school boy in a random part of the world. Already nervously biting his lip Mishima wanted to scream this at no one in particular.) Fine if I have to ... (But, he could already sense the futility of that action and if this really was his life now. He knew that he couldn't show anymore weakness lest he be targeted. No he wouldn't show anymore weakness to anyone in case this played out like his novels. Taking a quick look around he could already see the beginning dynamics of this forced together cast. He refused to be the naive idiot or victim this time around. Thus, with his determination somewhat found he walked over to the briefcase and took a plate with his left.) As long as it's useful enough I don't quite care what I get. I prefer living thank you very much. (True to his words Mishima didn't really having anything particular in mind when it came to this whole shell deal. Just having something that would help him survive was good enough. With these captured thoughts, he mindlessly rubbed a bit at his circular scar and placed the plate over his vocal chords. Feeling the jagged parts of his wound with the groove of his thumb a fleeting impression did come to him.) My head could fall off on this mess. (The plate instantly turns into a ribbon wrapping around Mishima's neck as if to hold his head and body together. Covering the wound itself the newly created ribbon feels soft to Mishima's touch reminding him of a recent passage on birds he read. Owls in particular. It was a random text assigned by his stifling language teacher, but it wasn't particularly boring. Learning of soft feathers and colored down provided a nice break. The ribbon changes to a stark white as Mishima ponders on what truly enamored him to these creatures. Their natural gifts.) (Mishima's eyes widen a bit as he comes to a realization for an ability and in spite of his current dire state. A small smile forms at the possible utility of what nature had given to the owl. Yet looking around once again he knows he should keep the source of his momentary joy a secret for now. A careful person never revealed his tricks from the get go.) If it's possible ... (He rushes out his final words in a single breath.) I would also appreciate keeping my stuff secret.

Tatsuya walks up their new ally, he hasn't got a clue what this lady's really thinking but... He needs her help that much is clear, so he'd simply smile at her for a moment. "I don't entirely get what all's happening here, and I feel pretty awful about all those people... But all that can be done is trying to make sure that doesn't happen to others, so I'll gladly fight these things, protecting people's my job after all!" Despite how awful the whole thing is, he's been given a chance to do some good that he'd never be able to normally, that's gotta be worth something right? So, with that in mind he'd reach down and grab a Shell, quickly placing it over his heart by reaching under his suit. "I don't wanna die myself, but... Hopefully we'll be able to do some good here too, even if it isn't possible to stop them for good, which I hope isn't the case. I'd still like to try and lower the problem." His wound... 5 bullets to be exact, one right through his heart, and the other 4 right around in an absurdly tight grouping, it's a small area to be sure, and his Shell would cover what little there is. A shinning metal police badge taking shape under the man's suit, he'd normally wear it outside of course, but better to not remind people where to shoot if it comes to it. "And come on guys really? We're meant to be working with each other here and already you're acting like everyone is out to get you! Geez, my old Sargent always used to say. "No team can work without trust". I'm not saying we gotta be friends, or even fully trust each other, but a little bit is needed if we're to work without falling to bits. I get that this whole thing is insane, and I don't expect you all to fully trust each other, hell I'm not saying that I do either." He'd look around at the whole gathered group, eyes lingering on Mishima, Dan, and Marcus for longer than normal. A smile crossing Tatsuya's face as he holds up his right hand to them, trust goes more way than one after all, and he can't expect anything from them without giving something first. "It's a two way street I get that, so I'm gonna show ya'all what I can do. Because how can I expect that trust if I won't show it in return? I call this... "Magic Bullet"." Magic indeed, light would begin to gather up in Tatsuya's hand for a moment, its form shifting and swirling until it finally takes shape as a mid sized pistol round. A simple bit of ammo for the man's service revolver gleaming in the light before he quickly places it in his pocket, he's feeling like this thing could do more... But, he doesn't expect a full give away of anything, and won't give one himself. "It's pretty simple in my case, I can make bullets using the power of my Shell, pretty useful considering I'd have been in danger of running out otherwise! And, since they're objects I bet I could supply anyone else who's using guns too, though don't expect it to be limitless or anything." That basic info given out, he'd then grin at them all once again and pull his lighter from his coat, absently toying with the thing and staring into its flames. "Like I said, I don't expect you guys to trust fully or anything, that's not reasonable in this case. But a basic idea would go a long way towards forming plans when working as a team, and frankly if we're thinking of each other as a greater threat than the Slashers? We've already lost in my mind, even if we don't die." All that said and done, he'd stow his lighter away once more and glance at them curiously... He's honestly a bit stunned by just how willing these people are to likely destroy attempts at teamwork, geez for some reason he's expecting this whole thing to be pretty hard, even more so if nobody can work with each other.

Kotori takes the Shell and places it on her neck as it forms a thin choker necklace Up to our thoughts..... Like magic? Only thing I can think of.... Kotori focuses on the air around herself and a slight breeze begins to blow, quickly stopping as the girl begins to sweat and lean on a nearby wall D-dizzy......

{Malloryn walks slowly and lightly as if she was walking on thin ice, glancing from left to right at the victims with a dead look in her eyes before walking up to Contributor as she her head faced down at the ground. She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed before looking up to her as she started to twirl her drills.} [Her body took a more confident stance as she spoke,] "My my, that's certainly depressing indeed. I do feel bad, but like you said, we have no time for mourning. After all, the most we can do is leave ourselves." [She chuckled a bit before her eyes turned dead again.] "It's not like we can do anything about them. Everyone forgot about them...how whole-hearted." [Her gazed glowed as fast it dimmed as she constantly switches between messing with her hair and looking at the ground.] "Well, the evidence is right in front of me after all! Who am I to deny it after witnessing all of it?" [She ignored everyone else as she walked up to the briefcase and held the shell in front of her.] {She then embraced the shell against herself as it began to make a ribbon lace that resides inside her clothes and covered her wound, which was on the front...and on her back, it took the form a bow that was common on gift boxes. Surely that's not noticeable at all!} "Hmmm, well at least it has good taste. It looks elegant for sure." {Her heartbeat was now clearer as it reached inside her head, like a drum pounding in the far distance. Her soul feels more invigorated as her body turned looked around a bit more to try and find the source of the pulse, not knowing it's inside her.} "I...think I need some air..." {She walked away from the group in the same quiet manner she came in with, and stood against a wall, attempting to hide the cute bow on her back. She felt no need to introduce herself for now, as they all were having fun with that theirselves. She fiddled around with her hair as she looked at who she has to trust with her life now. This is the mess we got ourselves in.} {She finally took the time to watch everyone, try and get a feel of who and what they are. Tatsuya was keeping no secrets, very contradicting to Mishima, who was hiding his abilities. She didn't know what they were, but she did know that Marcus decided to do the same as Mishima. Kotori was currently having some trouble keeping her balance, and Dan was trying to be a full-blown hero as well. Funny.}

Hmph, I almost feel sorry for them. Almost. Taiyuki barely gives the denizens of this place any mind. He was used to seeing others in far worse states then this. Torture, hostages, killing. It was nothing new. However, the ones with the haze caught his attention. Maybe he could see his old pals or family being happy for once. That would be nice. After a few seconds of silence he looks up at the briefcase. Taking one of the shells and looking at it. So this is what will allow us to fight back against the slashers? Interesting... The metal plate upon being pressed down onto his arm begins to unfold across his skin, covering his entire body under his clothes save for his hands. Creating a full body metal suit hidden underneath. As for his face however a mask molds itself to his liking and attaches firmly, black lenses covering where his eyed would be and a respirator for his mouth to allow him to breath. With his shell fully registered he takes a few breaths and looks through the mask. Taking a moment to adjust to his new circumstances before speaking, his voice being distorted slightly Well it hurts alot less, and yes I do have a few questions. But first I should test this new ability. Taiyuki then clenches his hand as the armour on his arm creates pores and opens up, gushing out is a wave of green slime, which while harmlessly falling off his shell, when touching the floor it sizzles and burns little holes in it Acid skin... This will be interesting. I can only imagine the possibilities with this. He then looks up and sees multiple of his party members being secretive and scoffs, deception and secrets already? He thought he was going to get away from all this trickery. He was already sick of it in the Akashi Clan. I can't believe the lot of you. For once I agree with the cop. You have to accept the reality that we've all died, and we might die again. By one of the Slashers, or one of our own. But that doesn't mean we should have this level of distrust. If we fight together then we have to trust each other. I honestly can't stand back stabbing so if you want to kill me then do it. I'll be completely transparent. So I'll trust you to do the same. Now that that's over I do have questions Contributor. Firstly how did you come to be. Were you recruited by the Benefactor? Your obviously different from us and the rest of the people here. There must be something special about you.

Contributor leaned slightly forward with a glare directed at Taiyuki. Her mask made it difficult to make out any form of facial expression. “Benefactor is quite against me divulging too much information. If you really must know, I’m afraid to inform you there is nothing special about me. I am… a Victim, like the rest of you. Benefactor says he is unable to leave Aquarium, and thus I was revived and given a Shell some time before the rest of you, to act as his assistant. To step out of the Aquarium and aide you in his place, though my Shell is not suited for combat, so do not expect my help in that regard. That is all there is to it. I hope you are satisfied with that answer, as Benefactor might be upset if I continued.”

Tatsuya would look toward Taiyuki with... An odd mix of emotions, on the one hand he's rather opposed to the entire idea of killing, he's done so twice in his entire career of 16 years. He's not happy about either. Killing more people here? Doesn't sound fun... And yet despite that horror, he's feeling? There's a bit of respect for Taiyuki as well, if the man's words about hating backstabbing are true, then bluntly put he might be one of the most trustworthy people in this place. "I'm actually rather inclined to agree with your sentiment on backstabbers Taiyuki-san, despite my... Dislike of the Yakuza, you don't seem entirely fond of them either, and honestly speaking I'd really prefer not to kill anyone, in a perfect world nobody has to die. But somehow I feel we won't be so lucky, that said?" He'd walk toward Taiyuki, the look on his face turning a bit kinder despite who he's dealing with. "I'll agree to that statement, conflict might well happen, but at the very least if we can trust each other to be open about it, then we won't have to cower in fear of plots from the shadows. So I say this much, if we do come to fighting then I'll be honest about it as well Taiyuki-san, till then? Hopefully, we can work together. Though I'm not gonna lie, under any other time I'd be trying to arrest someone like yourself!" He'd then bow slightly, more like dipping his head down for a moment really, but if nothing else he's found a new respect for the man. Morals put aside, he's actually rather glad someone is thinking of the fact they'll need to fight. No one's an army alone after all... Still, the guy's a Yakuza and who knows how many people he's killed? Respect or not, Tatsuya still doesn't like the other man, that thought in mind, he'd walk over toward a wall and lean against. Hands resting in his pockets as Tatsuya's lost deep in thought for now.

Honoka pressed a finger to his chin as he watched everything unfold. Suppose it was his turn now. He reached down, grabbing one of the [Shells]. He would touch the wound on his neck one last time with two fingers briefly, observing the still bleeding wound before ultimately placing the instrument to his [Wound]. A series of dark green and black strands of energy shoot from either side of the device, coiling first around his neck before streching outwards. In the end, they had formulated into a long black scarf, wrapped tightly around his neck and covering his gaping neck hole, with two long ends going out from the bundle that rested on his shoulders and streching all the way down to his knees. The black design was accentuated by a green line running vertically down the length of the scarf on both sides. He tugged at it, feeling a smile creep onto his face. Well, I was hardly expecting a fashion accessory out of this little deal. Still, you guys are welcome to show off all you'd like, but I think I'll pass. I can tell why they'd rather not show off as well. I mean, you're a yakuza, and you're my senior as a homocide detective, yeah? You guys must know better than anyone how depraved humanity can be. We're strangers here, nothing has presented itself to make me any more trusting of you lot than I would be them, were I alive. So, let's not pretend to be all buddy-buddy, 'kay? He would point at first to Taiyuki, then Tatsuya as he spoke, before gesturing to the passerbys as they went about their lives, never knowing this other side even exists. He seemed particularly keen on watching the people walk by, and had to urge himself not to follow. In truth, Honoka did see the value in working with these people. It's always better to have people on your side, rather than against you. However, he couldn't be sure as to these people's motives or goals yet. He could only truly control people if he had an idea of what they wanted; so for the time being he'd keep the cocky act up. He had to bait these guys, rile them up to see how they really tick.

Tatsuya smirks at Honoka, sure there's no reason whatsoever to trust anyone here. It's not as if their lives are about to depend on one another almost by default or anything, right? "Heh, I'm well aware of all that you're entirely correctly Honoka-san... But, if you aim to fight these Slashers going it alone would be foolhardy no? Simply put, fighting alongside someone you don't trust a bit isn't workable, as I said before I don't expect anyone here to trust each other entirely." The man would remove his hands from his pockets, standing up and sauntering toward Honoka with a grin on his face. "People can do awful things yes, but most people aren't really that bad. Statistically speaking, murders are committed by a very small subset of the population you know. And beyond that? Personally, I'm inclined to think if we can't extend a bit of basic trust to the random people around us, that's a failing in either ourselves or a failing on society's part in how we've been treated. So, I agree in not trusting anyone here more than the people out there!" He'd gesture toward the various normal people wandering around outside, a smirk crossing the man's face before he turns back to Honoka and looks dead serious. "Just, I'd actually trust them somewhat is all. I choose to believe most people aren't entirely awful honestly, but hey maybe I'm just an idealist? Either way, I'll respect your decision to be paranoid, but I do believe we should offer some basic trust as fellow human beings. And as fellow fighters, assuming we do indeed work with each against these Slasher creatures." It's entirely idealistic yes, but despite that... He actually does believe those words, a team without trust cannot function. Really there should be complete trust, but that takes time to build up that they simply don't have the luxury of or even the people for. He'd shrug and walk back to his bit of wall, wondering how in the hell to deal with this rampant paranoia and the fact that his "squad" in large part likely doesn't even want or know how to fight.

Honoka would close his eyes, snickering and simply respond with a shrug. Hey, I'm not saying we can't work together at all. You said it yourself, I'm sure any of us here would prefer taking those monsters on with any sort of numbers advantage they can get, yeah? Better than...dying again, right? However, don't let your idealism cloud your judgement. We've got some scumbags among us, no point denying that. So, you can preach all you'd like about trust, while keeping your safety off and your gun loaded, of course. His piece said, Honoka would quiet down as well, giving the others a chance to play with their new toys.

Eito stands there, staring at the many people passing by yet not recognizing any. He doesn't particularly care for those like them, the [Victims]. They were just the unlucky ones who didn't get the second chance the group did. There was nothing that could be done for them now. "Poor souls..." The teenager sighs and and crouches down to the briefcase's level, grabbing a [Shell]. He stands there awkwardly for a moment, not sure where to put it considering everywhere from his stomach to his chest and more was riddled with bullet holes. He shrugged and placed it on the hole closest to his heart, deciding it'd be somewhat poetic. "Alright, here we go..." Not really thinking of anything other than fixing his condition and going back to normal life, his [Shell] follows Eito's subconscious thought and turns into a long, pure white bandage that wraps itself around his waist and starts moving up, creating line after line of bandaged flesh with a few turns to avoid his arms. Despite covering his wounds, not even a tinge of red can be seen while his black shirt seems to have completely dissapeared, leaving only the outline of the teenager's body under the wrapping. Eito seems satisfied, grinning as he stares at his new apparel. "Very nice indeed..." He sighs and looks up at the rest of the group, arguing among themselves regarding trust with only a few revealing their abilities. "Look at all of you, barely a few minutes in and you're already bickering about stupid shit like this." "Some of us being horrible people aside, it won't matter when we end up having to defeat these [Slashers]! We need every advantage we can get to win this fight and teamwork is one of them!" Sighing once again, Eito takes a step back, before thrusting himself forward and dissapearing in a flash of red light only to appear a couple meters forward with another flash. He dusts himself off and looks at the group once again. "That's my power, I can teleport or 'Blink' forward to avoid attacks and move faster." Should anyone take a look at his torso, they'd find the first line of bandages crimson, as if they suddenly got bloody. They're slowly turning back to their normal white color. "Too much use and I get tired VERY easily." Charges Left: 9

Morikazu takes out a [Shell], examining it as he thinks. Kinda harder with a headache and everyone bickering, but he's doing his best. Actually... This is kinda givin' me an idea... He puts it on the back of his neck, and a thick metal collar wraps around his neck. Five wires sprout out, reaching towards his head. They attach to the back of a newly-formed metal helmet. Nothin' too flashy like you guys have, but it's somethin'. To test something, he pinches his arm. Nothing. No pain. So it really does work... Let's see if it did the other thing too! Morikazu then concentrates, and he can sense the world becoming more clear... and also the residual pain from the pinch. Better not highten my senses if I'm hurt, then...

Marcus patiently listens to the others, Tatsuya and Taiyuki’s reasonings are rather simple, not necessarily incorrect of course, but their desire to trust others might make it easier to... Work with them. The only thing like fighting Marcus has had any practice with is just playing with knives, so it would be nice not to worry people any more. Plus, if it works out these “Hive” things will work out just like a Raid. Tatsuya has a point in that those things often only work out because of extreme teamwork. But still he can’t help but notice So far everyone who has shown off what they can do have the kind of ability they couldn’t hide anyways. Unless you think shooting acid or teleportation are stealthy. Marcus sighs, for the sake of this, he may as well try to earn the others’ trust if he can, after all, that would make it easier to work with them for now But very well, if you insist. I won’t be throwing my only weapon to show it off. Marchs draws a simple knife from his pocket, the kind of utility knife you might find on a Boy Scout. Not meant for fighting in the slightest, but it’s the best he’s got. Marcus begins toying with the knife, passing it between his hands, circling the open blade around his fingers, careful not to cut himself My ability is nothing flashy. Enhanced precision is all. These things don’t sound like they have many important spots to hit, so I may end up of little more use than an ordinary person. The way he describes his ability makes it clear he’s of little threat. Best to be beneath the others’ notice for now, even if if means a little lie. After all, no one is likely to waste their time attacking someone they believe to be no threat

Makoto scratches her head as she looks around and doen to the Shells on the ground. This situation kept on getting stranger. She watched as everyone else picked up their Shells and gained their abilities, feeling left out and intrigued, she shrugged and picked a Shell up. She turned it around analyzing it and eventually put it up to her chest where several bullet holes covered it. I-Is this how it works? As she says this the Shell takes form and goes over her chest. It takes shape of a vest. She stares at it and chuckles Well, at least I'm better protected now! She hits her Shell vest with her hand. As she does this a bunch of red sparks wrap around her hand to form knuckles with spikes. She smirks as she hits her other hand against the vest producing another Oh hell yea! This is pretty neat! Makoto punches her fist into the as one of the spikes shoot out of the knuckles Oh shit....well, maybe this all wont be too bad after all! I'll call these...uh....Bloody Knuckles! I'll make sure to give those Slashers a bad beating once we run into them, and hopefully I'll survive.

Takeno grabs the shell, raising a brow as she looked it over. Just how is this supposed to help me? She pondered, placing the shell on her back where the bullet had pierced her. Contrary to the extravagant forms other shells took, hers formed into what looked like a small, glowing canister on her back, conveniently covering the wound in her back. She took a deep breath, sighing in relief. "I get it now... Clever." She puffed out her cheeks and held her breath, entire minutes passing before she decided to finally exhale, still not even looking exhausted or strained for air. "Well I guess that's one thing I don't have to think about anymore. Perhaps this will come in handy more than I thought." Suddenly her eyes dart to the rest of the group, particularly the few who seem to be already fighting amongst themselves and rolling her eyes, chuckling with amusement. "Well we're all here together. Regardless of who we were, or who we are now there's nothing we can do about it. Might as well get along right?" She offers a confident smile to the others and a thumbs up, seeming fairly positive despite knowing full well the implications of their collective predicament.

Rei looks around his surroundings... Some of the people walking through this world were once people that he knew, but as they died he'd not be able to recognize them anymore... Turning back towards the breif case on the ground, he slowly takes up a shell, and looks at it. He sees the others gain their powers and knew that if there were anything between them and him now, it's that he doesn't have his shell on yet. "Alright...Here goes..." Rei holds the shell to his stomach, where he was stabbed once, but was later shot from behind as he was fighting for dear life before comming here. The shell started to glow...and then turned into armor that surrounded his abdomen. A piece of black and blue colored steel armor covered it. Along with it, there suddenly was a gast of wind that blew by as his braid and the cape of his trench fluttered behind. Suddenly, his trench started to change color...from its usual green to a dark azure color. As his transformation was complete, Rei decided to take off his glasses and put them in a pocket within his trench, and button it up while still exposing the armor. "Heh, I guess I'm a bit flashy, for the most part that is." He doesn't see any new powers yet, which kinda dissapoint him, but he doesn't show it.

Taiyuki places a finger on his chin as he listens in, so the Contributor was like them after all. As much as this information did help, it also posed a dozen more questions. Were there other Contributors? Are you the first? What is your shell ability? Although it seemed as if they were hesitant to speak. So he should ask the most pressing question Alright, makes sense, I've only got one more question for ya. Can you take these things off? Like this mask of mine. I designed this suit so that bits and pieces can open up and be removed. But what would happen if I were to remove this mask? I wouldn't mind feeling the wind on my skin. Feeling the gaze of Tatsuya he turns to make eye contact, watching him through the dark lenses before responding Not too keen on sabotage either eh? Personally that's one of the reasons I don't like my line of work. Its shady, you can't trust anybody. But I suppose explaining my dislike for the Yazuka will have to come another time. A perfect world? Ha! I wish, if perfect world existed I wouldn't have to do what I do. It's a shame it doesn't. I wouldn't mind a life where I wouldn't have to watch my back, and it looks like I won't even get that luxury in death. Working together though? I'm not against that. Just a fair warning that the feeling is mutual. Most people don't seem to keen working with me. But desperate times call for desperate measures yeah? And with that Taiyuki bows back, respect and honor meant alot to him. He then takes a second to hear Honoka out. He wanted to respond but it looks like the officer had him under control. So he turns his attention to Eito. His choice of words were making his blood boil Watch your damn mouth kid. Nobody likes somebody who is all bark and no bite, and to be honest your pissing me off. Not gonna hide it if you make me angry. Call me Yakuza, Taiyuki or something else. But you aren't calling me a "bad person". I didn't choose that life. With that little tangent done he steps back and watches the rest of the party, noting abilities, and behavior. Keeping a watchful eye on the girl in purple as she leaves. Untrustworthy. The rest of them weren't much better...

"Oh boo hoo, i'm so scared of the big spooky Yakuza!" Eito leans up against a wall while glaring at Taiyuki with a strong frown on his face. He wasn't scared of the guy, not in the slightest. "You know, I was talking in general since with a group our size, it was inevitable that there'd be a couple assholes but if you took it personally, then I guess it really shows what kind of person you are doesn't it?" Eito gets off the wall and walks a couple feet towards Taiyuki, apparently ready to insult him more before stopping and sighing then mumbling to himself. "Deep breaths..." After a few of the aforementioned breaths, the teenager calms down and steps back, his hypocrisy dawning on him. He looks back up at Taiyuki with a very serious look on his face. "Look, whether we like it or not, we're gonna have to work together and that means fighting like a bunch of toddlers will do us no good. So how about you stop and take a breather yourself, yeah?"

Ignoring the back and forth between the group, Contributor simply replied to the most recent question posed to her. “Your Shells may be removed, yes. As long as the Shell itself is not destroyed, you will continue to be okay. If you would like some sort of evidence for this, then…” Contributor’s sentence trails off as she brings her hands to either side of her gas mask. A silent click sound is heard as her fingers move, and she slowly lowers her hands, removing her mask. Looking back at the group, with her wound now exposed. It was not a pleasant sight, her entire lower jaw had been violently removed. After a few moments of her wound unprotected, Contributor shrugged and fitted her mask back on. “I hope that has satisfied your curiosity. I would advise being careful with removing your Shell for comfort, it would be a shame for you to lose it, or have someone… less than trustworthy get their hands on it.”

Rei wasn't as intimidated when Contributor revealed her wound, but when she said that most should be careful about their shells, his pupils dilated. "So...be careful about our Shells when we take them off...I see..." He then turns to Eito and Taiyuki, "Mind you, right now, best we put our differences aside and not fight just because of some accusations..."

He was unsure of his surroundings. The area looked similar but was so different then how he remembered. It was like seeing the city in a way he had never seen it before. Seta would nervously reach down to pick up one of the white plates. He'd be unsure where to put it, however, as he still didn't know his eyes were where he was wounded. He'd hold the plate up to several locations but gain no real reaction. "I think there's some kind of mistake. I'm not even wounded..." He'd almost be disappointing as he buries his head into the plate only for it to begin reacting. The plate would glow as it began rounding out before sliding into his vacant eyelids. The boy at first would begin panicking at the sensation as it felt unnatural. "Ah! W-what is this!?!" In his eyes now would rest two silver looking corneas with green emerald pupils. The sensation would leave him very uncomfortable as his once clear vision now became somewhat blurry. Pathways began opening up before him as he could see many results at once that could possibly happen to all who were around him. Not only that but images of objects falling randomly or catching on fire flooded his vision as well. It nearly made him sick to the point where he needed to close his eyes but the only physical change the others could see was the small emerald pupils become darker in color. "T-this is supposed to help me?!?" [Flow of Causality]

Honoka couldn't help but smile at Taiyuki getting riled up by Eito's prodding. He certainly held himself to a high regard, that was worth noting. He'd watch the others show off silently, keeping his eye on the Contributor. He'd be mildly surprised by what was hidden beneath her mask, but he obviously couldn't show that. As such, he decided to pounce on it. Honoka stuck his nose up, sarcastically. Oh yeah, please do cover...that back up. Thanks. So, what kind of creatures are these Slasher things anyway? Judging by their name, and this, we can assume some use bladed instruments. Some, seem to use guns, and in your case...how did that happen to you actually? Just asking so I know what we're up against, is all. Hehe. By "this", he was referring to his own wound, tugging his scarf to reveal it briefly. His tone made it pretty clear he wasn't asking solely for informational reasons, he obviously was aiming to tease the Contributor.

Contributor turned her attention to Honoka, her expression remaining blank. "Though the name implies such, not all Slashers use blades. You can blame your Benefactor for such. Many Slashers are grouped together based on similar appearance and preferred method of killing. He calls them such names as Wraiths, Phantoms, Specters, and more. Some prefer blades, some guns, and even among groups that tend to use the same weapon, their preferred method is different. Two Slashers may use knives, but one might prefer stabbing, while another prefers severing." Contributor absently tabs her mask. "Some of the more... violent Slashers prefer to get creative with their bare hands and brute strength."

Up until this point, Masamune had been quietly observing, making mental notes and hiding his expression behind his mask. Instinctively he reaches for the strange contraption on his belt. When his hands grasp onto it, it seems to smoothly detach from his body, thereupon the entire garments of black and green simply cease to be. "Ah, so they can be removed... Though not the wisest idea, it is good enough to know that it can be done... Though... it seems to be permanently bound to the will I've forced upon it... How quaint." He slots the odd device unto his waist once more, and so appears his strange armor. He chuckles once again, as his mask folds onto his face. His chuckle dies down and promptly ends with a sigh. "It appears I set a poor example to most, sincerest apologies. I suppose I should inform my cohorts of mine own ability. [Swift Justice] you may call it. As for how it works? Quite simple." He depresses the two buttons on his strange buckle, and as he does so an odd light emits from the strange square in the center. Nothing else seems to happen, but when he opens his mouth to speak, an incomprehensible gibberish flies out. As he begins to move, it's noticeable that he moves significantly faster than his odd limp enabled him to. He speeds right up to Tatsuya, and stops to depress his buttons. The light fades and he begins to speak again. "I apologize for having you show your hand before the rest of us... You are quite the honest man, and I do so enjoy having honest men in my company." He bows briefly, and his mask folds away to reveal a convincing smile of gratitude. "As I said before, I do hope we get along in these times of trouble..."

Tatsuya would bow in return to Dan, a smile of his own appearing on the cop's face as he shrugs off the apology, despite what he's said the man is still smart enough to understand why there are reservations. "No issue Dan-san, I may like to give people the benefit of the doubt and all, but I do understand that we're not going to work with each perfectly or anything! I've got the sense we should do alright, long as we focus on what's important here yeah?" He'd then step away from the group and go to a wall, free of people in his way he'd draw his gun and flick the safety off. Despite what Honoka said, leaving that off is more likely to shoot the user than anything else. He'd crack open the chamber and pull one round out. From there Tatsuya focuses again... This time the bullet that forms in his hand is a bit different, rather than being designed to actually harm something, it's more like a dart loaded with... Well, he just thought of something which allows you to move faster, so in the name of science, the madman actually takes his gun and blasts his "buff spell" into himself. The man does indeed feel faster, he'd be moving nowhere near as fast as Dan was of course, but still a good deal more speedy than he's any right to be. After he's done running a bit to test that out Tatsuya would simply return to his wall once more. "And hey, you actually gave me a neat idea Dan-san! I just thought "What if I could make something to move faster"? And bam there ya go! Granted, if I'd been wrong about that uh well we can heal anyways, so I figured I'd do a little testing now that inspiration struck me!"

Masamune chuckles to himself, clearly Tatsuya had no reservations about making sure his ability worked to its full potential. Who would? If he had confidence in his own abilities that'd make it all the easier to work alongside him. "You don't fancy yourself a gamer, do you Mr. Suou? A simple assumption, but if you DO have some knowledge of the industry, you might know some of my released titles. Does the name 'Eternal Chronicle' bring any images to mind? If it does, then my attire should be of no mystery. My preference appears to be the hero from that game, Cronus. He has some specific power-ups he can acquire by moving about the game area. Perhaps I can impart some of those items into your bullets?"

Eternal Chronicle... Oh yeah, never was a big gamer himself but he knows a few, so that's why it looked kinda similar to something he's seen, he has in fact seen it. Either way, the man grins and nods at Dan's idea, these babies should come in handy after all. "I'm not a huge gamer but eh, been dragged into playing one or two now an then. Thought I'd seen that suit before. I digress though, yes those power-ups might come in handy! I think I should be able to come up with some really neat ideas from this power of mine so lay it on me!" Despite the dire events going on around them, he can't deny that this trick is quite fun to play with and he's rather looking forward to seeing how far he'll be able to push it.

Being the nerd he is... Marcus pauses for a moment, before sighing and butting into the conversation The basic power-ups you can get in Eternal Chronicle are the standard speed, strength, and health power-ups that frequent RPGs. You can of course also get several skills including his signature kick. Finally, towards the end of the game there's even a bit of a plot bonus with a time freeze. Its kinda necessary to stand a chance against the final boss. Marcus coughs, probably best to control himself better than that, but he's beaten the main storyline a few times before, so of course he'd remember the basics of it. Though I doubt you could put in anything that fancy, some of the other, simpler abilities might be emulatable

Honoka smiled, and nodded at the response he got. He figured an apparent ice queen like her wouldn't provoke easily. At the very least, he got something worth knowing out of her. An interesting thought crossed his mind. These things, they have preferences. Ways they prefer to kill. That sounds like free will to a certain extent, and that doesn't sound as mindless as he had originally been lead to believe these things were. Though, it was said they exist only to kill. Maybe they only have free will so long as it abides by that one goal in life, they must kill, and how they do it is up to them. Mindless or not though, they were his enemies, and if he had to kill them, he would. Payback was in order anyway. Thank you for the information, dear Contributor.

Taiyuki scoffs and stares at Eito as he takes his mask off, the internal reserves spill out as his veins glow green and bulging, bleeding chemical poison. He takes a second to respond to the Contributor before turning his attention back to the kid Hmm, well I haven't lost whatever life I still hold so I suppose you are right. It does feel quite nice not stuffed up in that thing. Probably not smart though, but screw it. We've already died once, what's a little risk. You don't exactly look good, then again who can say they do without their shell. I just wonder what is your ability, I'll refrain from asking though. I'm sure we either will see it eventually or it's none of our concern. With a deep breath he places the metal mask back on as a sloshing sound is heard, filling back up with acid, ready for a test run. Meeting Eito's glaring at him as his metal body opens up for a second, the smell of a strong acid permeates the air as it drips off him onto the floor, burning holes into it as Taiyuki speaks through the mask Of course I took it personally, I always take things at face value. Adding a petty insult to the end of it doesn't help your case either. Like I said, I wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm not above knocking a little sense into you if you make me. Even if I am an asshole, I'm an asshole with pride. That's what I believe the Yakuza should be. Fallen people who have lost everything, stealing back their life. However, as they commit crimes they uphold their own code of honor. Reality is stranger than fiction though. That much I've seen with my own eyes. Through the respirator he takes a deep breath before closing his shell, taking a step away from his acid and placing his hand on his forehead. Taking the mask off for the time being and enjoying what scenery is there.

The din of others talking and obtaining their [Shells] is all a blur to Ryoma. He blankly walks over to the discs, albeit somewhat dizzily due to the wound on his left arm. He weakly reaches for his arm and unites his apron, some blood dripping off the stump once more. Tch...gah...still sore... With a bit of a struggle, he dons his bloodied apron before looking down at the remaining disks. So I just bring this to my arm and then I need to think about what I want it to do... got it! With his resolve present, he reaches down and grabs a disc with his right hand. Feeling the weight in his hand for a moment before he brings it to his [Wound] and then it happens. A bright light pours out from where disc meets flesh and it begins to take form slowly but surely. The light begins to take the form of an arm and hand before flashing once more and revealing a silver metal prosthetic arm and hand. W-Wow....the pain is gone? He does a few simple movements to test the feel of his new arm and he can't help but grin. After all, it's not everyday you get to see such a miracle. However at some point during his stretching his hand falls off and hits the ground, however his hand remains attached to the wrist by a heavy duty metal cable. A-Ah! I broke it! I broke it already! However the panic he felt was enough to call his hand back to his wrist with a whirring sound. Noticing this he nods in satisfaction. So it is tied to my thoughts. I see this going very poorly... His [Shell] now secured there is nothing left to do but fulfil his side of the bargain and take down some Slashers. He knew there was more to his [Shell], but he probably wasn't in the best state of mind to test it properly. One thing he knew for sure was what he wanted to call it. With this, I can finally lend a helping hand!

With Contributor's unmasking, Eito would flinch for a brief moment before sighing and shaking his head before looking out at the rest of their group. "No point in being scared now, I suppose..." He then turns to face Taiyuki once again, scowling and huffing at both his monologue and his appearance before thrusting himself forward once again, appearing right in front of Taiyuki. He thrusts his head forward. "Go on then, mister 'I may be a horrible criminal but at least I have pride!', hit me!" "Get your frustrations out early so I can finish dealing with you."

After looking around at everyone using these... [Shells], he takes a deep breath and picks up one of the white plates. "Alright, here we go with this." Katsuo puts the white plate onto his wound, it begins to reform into a simple red headband. "I guess that'll do. Anyway, for once I actually agree with what a cop said, that thing about trust so I guess I'll show you my ability." He takes off his glasses and puts them on the ground, then the glasses suddenly begin to start floating back up to his head. "Ta-daaaa, now isn't that amazing?" He grabs the glasses from out of the air and puts them back on. "As you can see, I can move things without touching them; cool, right?"

Alice, having a bit of fun before stepping out into this parallel world, was grinning with delight. She had hoped for a bit of a stronger reaction from the former barista but she was pleased regardless with the results. Though teasing one poor soul wasn't her prime directive or even her goal in this, her "second chance," and thus continued on with the rest of the group. The first thing she'd take interest in would be the passing, blurry, faces as well as the ones that weren't blurred. She was particularly fixated on the ones who weren't phased and seemingly shared a similar fate as her own. Considering the type of person Alice was, she certainly wasn't pitying them but she didn't seem very happy to see them or even be looked at by them, glaring whenever her eyes met with one of them. "How unnatural. I certainly hope I'm not fated for that." Having somewhat silently reflected on what she's seen, she'd avert her full attention to the Contributor, having previously been paying only partial attention yet again, once the [Shells] were being distributed. Not being very a forward kind of person, Alice would hang back while the others claimed their's and watched as they demonstrated just what they were capable of. Clearly some were more hesitant than others but that seemed to pass quickly. Before she knew it, she was the only one left without a [Shell], prompting her to step forward. "I suppose it's my turn now. Whoever made these things must have quite some faith in whoever they'd be entrusted to, being given to a bunch of random people and all." Her comment was directed at the Contributor but the mysterious woman had already proven herself to be somewhat of the strong, silent type so Alice merely smiled at her, having pretty low expectations for what she'd reply with, if she replied at all. Finally taking her [Shell] with her left, not cut off, hand, she'd bring it behind her back and, once the sleeve had been pulled up a little, up against her exposed wrist. There it'd take place as... well, just a normal human hand pretty much. Once it had been done, she first checked to see if it had indeed worked by attempting to move her right hand and was pleased to find that there was feeling. Bringing it out from behind her back, she'd look down at it and find that there were five black bands around each of her fingers. They weren't quite rings and they were worn a little further up her fingers, past the knuckles. "Our hands were always used to manipulate and control whatever we dared to grab, thus I found it fitting then that they do just that." Holding her hand out, thin, white strings would arise from the black bands around her fingers, one per, and extend up. They wriggle about and direct themselves in every direction one-by-one as if seeking a target yet not being allowed to do so. It can be assumed that Alice decides who or what they target but what they do isn't quite known just yet. Alice glances back at the passing people and makes it seem as if one of them shall be her guinea pig for her newfound power but she shows some restraint and closes her eyes. The strings disappear back into the black bands on her fingers and she turns to face the group, ready to, at the very least, interact with them before they go about fulfilling their objective or die trying. She'd simply sniffle as she looked about the crowd, not trying very hard to announce herself to the others and instead just kind of stepping up and waiting to be called upon by anyone who cared enough to notice her after she spoke. "Hey uh... does anyone want to be my partner? I don't really care how much you trust or distrust me."

Honoka watched the last woman obtain her ability, and replacement hand. At her request for help, he'd smile. Judging by her demeanor earlier, he saw a bit of himself in her. Maybe she was like him, or maybe she had her own reasons. Still, her and that Eito dude struck him as having a similar mindset to him; so, maybe it was out of empathy, or maybe desperation for an ally, since he wasn't very popular with the group at large, Honoka stepped forward. A partnership, in which trust isn't a factor? Well aren't you a little saleswoman, Miss...Nojima, right? I half expected a hook hand to take the place of the old one you oh-so tragically lost. Fine, I'll take you up on that offer. Do you plan on using me as a guinea pig? That much is fine, so long as you allow me to...return the favor, 'kay? At that last bit, the ends of his scarf would wag, as-if to emphasize his control over it.

Marcus looks around for a moment, Dan, Taisuke, and Tatsuya are already getting quite friendly with one another. While friendly might not be the correct term for Alice and Honoka, they have formed their own little pairing. Seems they’re already splitting into factions. Marcus puts his fingers on his chin and looks down, thinking for a moment. It is true they’re technically all on a team, but if his experience with people has told him anything, they’re quite likely to argue or even fight at some point. It would be best not to get caught in whatever conflict might break out. So Marcus clears his throat Long as you don’t expect too much from me, I’ll be willing to help out. That is what we’re all here for. Trust isn’t necessary so much as reliability. There’s a difference there, trust means you believe they’re going to help with your own goals, while reliability is simply performing whatever duties you may have to the best of your ability. I don’t aim to be the guy who neglects his own role in this, however minor it may be, so I hope you can come to rely on me to some extent. With that said, the young man slips his pocket knife into one of the empty sheathes that make his shell. Initially the knife is much to small, but a little concentration will let the shell shrink around it to ensure it wouldn’t fall out. Now that everyone has their shells, perhaps the first operation can begin soon

"I will allow you to continue conversing with each other if you so wish. You may be with everyone for a while, so it does not hurt to form relations, and I am glad some of you are already making the effort. Those of you who still have your phones in your pockets, expect a message from me about the Hive when the time comes. For the record, your phones can not contact the other side, so trying would be futile. Though it may prove to be an easy form of contact should you split up." With her duty done, Contributor straightens her tie, and picks up a second briefcase from behind her and makes strides back towards the Aquarium. Her hand reaches for the door handle before stopping, and she turns around to address the group one last time. "It would be unwise to accept his words at face value. There will come a time where the path forward will not be so simple. Teamwork is not necessary, but a unified group would make that day easier for all of us." Contributor returns her attention to the door, opening it and stepping through. The door shuts with a slam... and a not so subtle lock can be heard.

Rei walks up to Makoto, "Nijima-san, right?" he asks, "Observing from what we've seen earlier, it seems that you're...familiar, with this..." He says, "If that's so, I think you should be the one to lead us...Unless you think someone else should."

Tatsuya would look over at Makoto and Rei with a stunned face, is he seriously trying to make someone the official leader? Tch, Tatsuya's a fan of being honest. He'd walk over to the pair with an annoyed look on his face. "Leader? I don't think that having an actual leader can work. We're not organized and many don't seem the type to work with a leader anyways. Beyond that? I don't really trust the high school punk to lead us." He'd pause and look around the room, frankly there's not anyone here he'd trust to lead. Himself included in that statement, he's a detective, not some higher up after all... But, Makoto? "Simply put I don't really see any of us as working out as a leader, too many differences and thus too much conflict would arise from it. That kinda crap takes time to get working, so I'll say I'm not in support of any formal attempt at a leader." He's done for now, but what the woman said... Don't take his words at face value, Tatsuya pulls out his notebook and writes it down, wonder why a unified group would make things easier too? Well, just another bit of this case to unravel.

Makoto looks at Rei a little bit surprised. She then starts to chuckle a bit and then a full out laugh comes out. She laughs for a couple seconds before calming down Heh, sorry kid. This whole thing is new to me, I guess I'm just good at adjusting to situations. I've been in quite some bad ones before. And as for being a leader... She looks down before grabbing her head Nah. I can't be that, it wouldn't fit someone like me. My heads a bit foggy, but I remember slightly being a leader of a school gang. I don't exactly remember the details but....it didn't end well. She shakes her head before laughing again Still, just someone thinking I'd be a good leader gives me a good laugh. Thanks for that kid. And, uh, Tatsuya was it? Well, yeah, I agree with him. I don't think much of us would really work out as a leader. She would then turn her focus onto the group and lean against a wall Well, we all have our shells now, and like the Contributor said, we should probably give eachother our contact info if anyone has their phone. I'm not saying we should all become buddy buddy with eachother, but we should be able to get in touch when the time comes to it. She then starts to strech as she yawns But, thats all up to you. I couldn't care too much, but in my experiences, numbers can be better.

Marcus watches Rei, poor kid’s clearly got no idea what’s happening. Tatsuya’s the first to speak up, not surprising he’s against the idea. Marcus himself is surprised that no one’s gotten hit yet, especially with how sparks have been flying between Eito and Taisuke. Still, he feels the need to step in Let’s get a few things straight. One, none of us actually know what we’re doing, we’re just going with it because there aren’t any real options. Two, as the Contributor said, when we’re fighting hives, it would likely be easier to have an organized group. I like to think of it as a raid, so long as everyone does their part, a large number of players easily accomplish what a few cannot. Three, these groups typically have a leader, or at least a strategist, who knows what their opponents are capable of, can be relied upon to make calls under pressure, and perhaps most importantly, can be respected, in some way, by every member. Marcus clears his throat, looking around it’s obvious the group has none of those right now, but if they survive this first Hive.... Since we’re all so new to this, I wouldn’t suggest picking a leader yet. Rather, let’s put forth a competition, shall we? Contest is often as great a motivator as actually sharing goals or liking each other, so for now putting one forth might get them to at least pretend to get along Whoever gets the respect of the most people gathered, both for their ability to fight these Slashers, make decisions under pressure, and generally acceptable values, becomes the leader for future Hive Raids, so long as the group is together. His idea put forth, Marcus figures it might be a good idea to get off to the side a little. Of course, he didn’t plan on becoming a leader, that sort of thing paints a target on your back, but there are others here who might like the idea. Anything that ensures they try their hardest this first fight is good enough for him

Taiyuki looks at Eito sighing and tossing his mask up before catching it, looking into Eito's eyes, even though he was taunting him he doesn't move Yeah, I do have pride. My pride is telling me I shouldn't hit you for no reason. Let me tell you something kid. I don't see a reason I should fight you right now. But that might change, and when it does I'll hit you then. Honestly adding petty insults isn't painting you in a good light. Besides, didn't you tell me to chill, why don't you take your own advice? Finished with Eito he turns his attention to the mention of a leader, taking a look at the supposed nominee, apparently some high school punk? Ha! No way he's taking orders from her, his criminal status put him above her. Yeah, if we are picking a leader don't expect me to follow. We all have different motives, and I'm not being led around on a string. Especially not some high school dropout. That goes for you too Ms.Marionette. Taiyuki then stares at the strange shell hand, there is no way he's letting her touch him, better make it extremely clear You touch me with that, you die. I'm not a puppet anymore. I hope you understand the message? Your untrustworthy, and suspicious. Better hope you don't need my help. Your life isn't as valuable to me as someone else. Taiyuki then takes a step back and returns to his post, nodding to the escape of the Contributor. Hopefully the call comes soon, he had work to do.

"So you do have some sense in that head of yours!" Eito leans back, for some reason being somewhat amused by Taiyuki's monologue. He didn't really care much about his points. He definitely failed to trust the man now, though, because for all the teenager knew, he would betray them if it would save his skin. "Well, either way, i'm sure the two of us will be the greatest of friends, because what better off to start a friendship with than a bunch of threats and accusations?" Eito sighed and tilted his head to the side as he waved at Contributor. "See ya later, lady!" He didn't think much about her, she was just their guide, no matter the circumstances. As he heard Rei's offer of leadership to Makoto and her subsequent rejection immediately teleports in front of him with a frown. "No offense but, as our companions have already said, having a leader would be extremely ineffective, especially considering some of the faces we have here." Eito stares out at his allies with a neutral look on his face before walking over to a wall and leaning on it, putting his coat's hood on. "Now we wait..."

Rei sighs in dissapointment, "Well, I thought it was a good idea to...", he says reluctantly, agreeing with what the majority of the group, "But I do think the gamer guy's idea is not a bad one..." he says, crossing his arms, "Depends if anyone wants to do it or not..."

Masamune nods to acknowledge Contributor's exit. His attention is soon drawn away from his pleasant conversation with Tatsuya as the group begins to display a desire for a leader. He had experience, likely more than any of his comrades. Business can translate to war quite well, after all. That's how he saw it. He was enveloped into a war with supernatural beings, and now he had the means to combat them. The pressing matter did seem to fall to leadership. All armies have generals, tacticians, commanders, and the like. His opinion seemed necessary at this point. "The boy; Marcus was it? He has a fairly decent idea. Displaying prowess for leadership is the best way to earn it. This does have its own drawbacks, sadly. In our first Hive, or perhaps many more, we will not have any leadership. This is quite the problem, considering we are still becoming accustomed to our and each other's abilities. Suffice to say it appears that no matter what happens we will be marching in blindly, but I am willing to act as a temporary commander for the first few encounters with the Slashers. Hopefully, someone with more aptitude will step forward, and in that event I will gladly step down to provide our group with a much more suitable leader." He spoke his words confidently, and in a concerned tone. He still stands center, of the group, attempting to hear any voices of confirmation or dissent. If his proposition was rejected, so be it. He had his own allies with which to work alongside. He certainly wasn't content to take orders from someone lacking in experience, or ability.

I do have some sense, I haven't lost my sanity. I intend to keep it that way. My morals may be loose but I'm no mindless killer. Taiyuki then hears the mention of friends, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, making a little clinking sound as the metal hits. How could this kid be so dense? Kid, let me tell you something, we aren't pals. I'm going to keep it that way. In my life, you don't have friends. Business partner's at best. Because everyone is looking to exploit you for personal gain in the criminal world. This is no different. People won't hesitate to snitch if it means they get a reward, not afraid to backstab to get your share of the payment. Or even leaving you for dead. I'm the same way, I just try to uphold what little honor I have, and you shouldn't hesitate either. Taiyuki then backs off and listens to the leader junk being said by the others, he's already said his piece on it, so there's no point in restating it

Marcus shrugs, it was kinda obvious the idea wasn't likely to work out, but he's most certainly not going to go against it just yet. Instead, the kid sighs and, almost casually, addresses the entire group Of course, if you don't want to work together, there's obviously nothing that can be done to make you. Its a simple matter of whether or not you want to face these things alone, and, as I'm sure you're aware. Marcus decides to point to Dan's suit, after all, the guy is both close and his shell is one of the most... glaringly obvious ones. These things have in fact killed us before. You wanna run in, balls first, and hope for the best, go ahead. But as Tatsuya has stated before, an actual group effort makes the whole mess easier. Now to move on to Dan's own suggestion of his leadership, truth is Marcus doesn't really care who, if anyone, leads. But since the idea was his, its not like he can just shoot anyone down. Instead, he pats Dan on the back Look, I can respect much of what your company has done for the industry, so you want to lead, go ahead. Just good luck getting people like Taiyuki to follow you without even knowing if you're good at this. Marcus starts grinning, obviously only some of the more teamwork focused ones would even try to step up initially. Though he may not particularly trust Dan, this does mean he guessed correctly in some manner. Now, Marcus casually leans back and says Of course, the leader's job is to coordinate our abilities and use them however they see is best. They'll be expected to set goals beyond the general "remain alive", with the others expected to either follow, or challenge them if the time comes. Whatever you're trying to accomplish, sure would be easier with half a dozen additional pairs of hands with little ability to question it. Marcus begins scanning the crowd, particularly Honoka, Alice, and Taiyuki. The last one was a member of the Yakuza, so he's undoubtedly aware of how such things work. If nothing else its a good chance to learn more about the three based on their responses

Oi. Morikazu, growing tired of this whole debate, finally speaks up. He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes at everyone. If we're gonna be havin' a debate over leadership and stuff, then we better at least all decide on somethin' ASAP. If that ain't workin', then... I dunno... multiple leaders? We got a lotta guys, anyway, so might be best to split 'em up. He shrugs and puts his hands into his pockets. I ain't picky, though. As long as I get to beat some of those killers up, anything's fine with me.

Honoka turned to Marcus, smirking. Why, I don't have objections to help if you want to provide it. So long as none of those knives end up in my back, I think we'll get along just fine. Honoka, while not entirely sure, had a feeling Marcus had some sort of ulterior motive in his suggestion of appointing a leader. It seemed like quite a quick turnaround. Well, I can't deny that having someone to lead the charge is beneficial to any group effort, but I hardly know this guy. It's in his best interest to keep me alive, surely; but there's no saying he's capable of that much. I don't know the man, so for all I know he could be a total idiot. Not sure I'm comfortable putting my life in the hands of a total stranger, that's fair right? He'd shoot a glance at Suou and Taiyuki. This isn't like the family, nor the force. Leaders in those fields had to earn that position, through experience and showings of merit. The only proven merit the guy we're considering has shown is confidence, and anyone can fake that. Unless you want to count sitting at a computer desk programming all day as leadership merit, which I...sadly do not. He'd place a hand on his face for a second, thinking. After a second he sighs, shrugs, and places one hand in his pocket. Fine. Call yourself leader if you want, but don't expect to just be given loyalty and respect. You make a stupid call, or do something I'm not fond of, I have no qualms with just ignoring you, or going a step further, should the need arise. Consider this a...beta test? Sounds fitting for someone like you. Resist that natural urge to screw up that I'm sure you have, and maybe, just maybe we'll get along. He'd glance at Marcus and Alice, his eyes darting between the two. It seems like this is who he's sort of fallen in with. A perceptive gamer dude, and some girl with as sharp a tongue as his own. This is going great.

Katsuo decides to try to avoid contact for now, he'll make friends later but right now he's gotta think of ways to use his ability. "Alright maybe I can-... No... How about?... Nah." He sits down and gets deep in his thoughts.

Her attention grabbed by Honoka, seeing as he's the first to step up and offer an alliance, she'd simply stare at him as he went on. She wasn't sure if that hook comment was meant to get some kind of response out of her but even if it did she probably wouldn't have cared enough to point it out. Once he finally finished she'd give her reply. "Nojima? Yes. Pirate? No. Guinea pig? Well maybe." With or without his consent, Alice stepped closer and held her hand out, the strings rising from the black bands once more. Her eyes were fixed on Honoka and it would seem that the strings had assumed their target through this method, rising up to his face and poking around him with, what one could assume is, the intent to attach themselves to him or just get a feel for his face. They didn't so nothing really changed with Honoka other than potentially annoying him which Alice would have found amusing. "Huh... you have a pretty strong will. Puppets aren't supposed to resist their puppeteers you know, although those strings look funny dangling in front of your face anyway." Alice continued doing this for, at most, another minute or so before pulling them away from his face and watching the Contributor go off. She'd squint at her until the door closed behind her and there was no more reason to look in that direction. After that the discussion of leadership would begin and, at which point, she'd start paying more attention to the ultimate video gamer. She might not agree with everything he says but even someone as apathetic as herself can appreciate the effort he made. During the conversation she couldn't help but catch that new nickname, Ms. Marionette, provided for her by the ever so thoughtful yakuza member and rolling her eyes. Once she felt the time was right, she'd step up to Marcus and do the same playful thing she did to Honoka with her strings to him but choosing to go along his arm this time as to not make him feel uneasy. "I can be your "pal" I guess. Want to be on a team with me and that scarf guy?" Taking what the Contributor said at least somewhat seriously, she seems to be pushing a little harder when it comes to having teammates.

He'd smile at her, without missing a beat. The strings dangling in front of his face didn't seem to faze him much. Well, maybe you just aren't too great of a puppeteer, hm? Come now, how're you supposed to keep the kids over there entertained if you don't even have a puppet to preform with? By "kids", he had gestured to Rei and Kotori. He had probably meant a few others with that statement as well, but he didn't point anyone else out specifically. He'd catch her annoyance at the nickname, and cemented it in his mind to only call her nicknames like that from now on. Hey, hey Strings, no need to touch everyone with those filthy things. You're like...a fly, rubbing its little feelers on everything it can. It's not very flattering.

Seeing herself gestured to, Kotori realizes that these other people do can in fact, see and interact with her. It's only now that she realizes she can interact with them, and she feels dumb for not knowing otherwise Ah..... H-Hello...... She waves to the group timidly Umm..... M-my name is Kotori...... A-are we working together to fight the things? She re-adjusts her oversized sweater to be a little less sloppy and tries to smile despite her nervousness

Upon all the gazes directed at him Taiyuki speaks up again. His voice irritated, he wasn't used to this networking. He preferred silence and knocking heads. Not loud drama and talking sense, responding to the one in pink first Marcus over there got one thing right. Leader or no leader I'm doing my own thing. You can give me orders, but nothing says I have to follow them. There is only one authority figure here. That's the Benefactor. Besides. Who said our goals aligned? I'm only doing this till I figure out enough for a False Revival. I expect most of you to be against that. So why would I go through with them? Your just going to further your efforts for an ending I don't want. I don't expect us to work together for long. I expect us to end up in a big brawl. Who lives and who dies. That will shape our little gang of mismatched members, and I plan on not dying. Finished with his little tangent he looks back at Honoka, giving him a confused look. Why was he trying to coax him? Strange... Whatever your trying detective I'm suspicious. However I do agree that following Dan isn't the best choice at the moment. Being blunt, I'm quite puzzled why you would tell me that? We were debating for the same side were we not? Tai then looks around and notices the Gun Runner doing things with his new abilities, marking it down mentally that he should watch over him. Telekinesis and acid could work spectacularly. However when Tai sees the ditzy girl snap out of her daze it only males him facepalm Yes we are fighting those things. Have you not been paying attention? I'm surprised you didn't notice. Are you sure you should be going out with such horrible awareness skills? I'm not risking my neck for your sake mind you. Your on your own when it comes to your life.

Rei listens on about the conversation, seeing his initial idea being debunked and thrown away, which didn't bother him as much... He was just trying to come up with a way for an organized plan of attack. As he was listening in, he hears Kotori's question, "...We're all in this together, but we'll have to see how we will be working together..." He said, trying to sound a bit reassuringly to the rather timid Kotori

Eito raises one of his eyebrows in Taiyuki's general direction, as if to question him on his intentions without speaking. He didn't especially trust the man, but their argument had given him significant interest in the Yakuza. The teenager would make sure the two got plenty of talks in the future. Sighing, he'd push off the wall and walk over to Kotori with his head tilted to the side, smiling. "That's the premise, though with a group like ours, things are bound to be...Disfunctional." "To be honest, I don't see you lasting very long in our little dynamic considering your apparent realization that you could interact with us just recently along with your natural timidness." Eito shrugs unapologetically at her. "No offense."

Honoka smiled, placing a finger on his chin as he turns his attention to Taiyuki. Aww, you're confused. How cute. I was using you as an example, an excuse to talk about your line of work, is all. Although... His smile immediately faded, his glare turning ice cold at the drop of a hat. ...I can't say your profession is a strange one to me. I can only wonder...Say, you're dead, right? No harm in teling me what the...Akashi, wasn't it? What they specialized in, hm? Even if you "were just following orders" like a good little dog, you must have some idea what you were doing.

Kotori ignores Taiyuki, she's used to drowning out the babbling of self centered jerks after all. She did it all the time when she was... "Alive"... if you can call that living.... She looks to Eito. Deciding to respond to him first, trying her best to sound more confident None taken, I've sorta gotten a bad habit of drowning the world out... I'll do my best to pay attention from now on.... I'm..... sure I can find some way to be useful to the group..... She smiles back at Rei. An awkward looking smile, one that she seems to have to put effort in to make I'm not exactly very smart, and I'm.... not really used to..... moving.... but I'll do my best to be useful, I'm not a leader, but I think I can follow decently enough.

"So we all will have to work together to survive?" {Malloryn finally stepped forward away from the wall and towards everyone after observing everyone. It was very interesting to see the...variety of people here. Although seeing the bickering was fun and all, the important chit-chat was fading. Kotori already introduced herself to everyone, she can't just be the silent one that's quickly forgotten after all.} "To be perfectly honest, I'm fine with it. Rivalries, arguements and social statuses aside, this group of ours looks very promising. Though, I'm saying this like I actually want to be the leader of everyone, which I really don't...I do better as a follower." "...hmmm, I feel like I've forgotten something..." [She mumbled for a second as she fiddled with her hair.] "Oh, where are my manners? Of course, I didn't mention my name!" [She chuckled a bit before she bowed to everyone.] "My name is Malloryn, don't think much of it. I might not be much of use right now, but whatever I can do, I'll do my best." [Her voice then took a depraved tone for a quick second, though her face was still as normal and happy as ever.] "Because that's what you all want, isn't that right?" "Oh well, no need to repeat myself and bore you all, I need to play some...catch up. Would you mind telling me a little bit about yourselves?" [She tried to think of a conversation topic as quick as she could, so she decides to try and validate all her information as well as look a bit forgetful.]

Marcus steps back a little as Alice's strings play along his arm. It feels rather strange, all things considered. he was primarily looking for reactions from Taiyuki, Honoka, and Alice. Taiyuki was predictable, he said no to the very idea of one central leader, preferring for everyone to work on their own and sort it out from there. He had no particular ambition to be a leader himself, thus making his actions consistent and, in a way, reliable. Similarly, Honoka had no intentions of any leadership position either. He seemed more than aware that it was unlikely to work out, so instead he simply goes with the flow, while simultaneously questioning the idea in such a way as to give the illusion of cooperation, when in fact he's saying the same thing as Taiyuki. Interesting, even a simple misdirection of that indicates Honoka is capable of playing on a level beyond just physical contest. Finally, there was the girl currently toying with his arm. Alice hadn't bothered to make any sort of statement about the contest, instead she went straight to individuals and sought to get them on her side, if she is interested in leadership, then she is very indirect and smart about it, far more likely to succeed than someone like Dan. If she is not, then it is likely she's simply probing them, much like Marcus is. The very thought of it energizes Marcus. A few dozen potential responses fly through his head in a moment, she went over to him second, Marcus would be the first to say enhanced precision is nearly useless, so perhaps Alice has inferred much the same he has. With her and Honoka around, this might actually be fun. Marcus sighs, hiding his excitement behind a frown, before giving his response And pray tell, what is it you think I can offer you? My ability is far from the most impressive, and I'm most certainly not acting as a meatshield. Without wasting a beat, Marcus's eyes glance over Kotori, Rei, and Malloryn. The first two seem to be obvious children, more than willing to follow someone who acts like they know what they're doing, will probably end up with Dan. But they are of little concern. Malloryn is somewhat more interesting, she's polite and courteous, but he would never miss that drop in tone. There's more to her, going to want to find out what at some point, but he doesn't respond, the Alice situation requires his attention far more

Despite the passive aggressive comments from her new colleague, Alice continued about her business. She won't explicitly express or state it but she found that the detective lacked tact as even she had a limit to her prodding as no amount of fun, or some twisted sense of superiority, is worth having to deal with some moron who was quick to anger. Although Marcus hadn't asked her to stop, she'd stop anyway and look him in the face. "I can't tell if you're humble or just insecure. You lack the same kind of will the others have and yet you're the one that's suggested anything I'd consider "progressive," a shame you don't seem to have considered yourself a possibility when it comes to being the leader. Now you'd infer that you're weaker than the rest? Maybe you're the type destined to be consumed by the impending, massive wave that you couldn't help but disagree with yet made no effort to stop. Don't assume that kind of hopeless existence isn't useful, at least not to me." With the droopy eyes and unenthusiastic tone, it's still a bit surprising to see Alice get that deep at all, even if she might be completely wrong in her analysis. While she was conducting said analysis, she couldn't help but catch Marcus' wandering eyes. Once she had said what she intended to say, she'd turn her back to him and look around at everyone as if trying to figure out who he had taken interest in. She can't really make out any specifics but she can somewhat figure out who has yet to align themselves with, what she would deem as, the "opposing faction." She decides on Makoto being her next target and approaches her, at first simply staring at her with the same uninterested look and with her hands behind her back. Alice must intend to play safe, at first, with Makoto. "Hi... Do you want to be on a team?"

Makoto, who had been looking around at everyone conversing with eachother, looked at Alice as she walked up to her. She narrowed her eyes as she watched Alice walk up to her. It was like she was investigating her and try and get a read on her, but not being entirely focused on Alice, she didn't know what to think as Alice finally arrived to where she was. Makoto got off the wall as Alice asked if she wanted to be on a tean. She was surprised to be asked that. You want me to be on a team with you? Makoto stood there for a bit thinking. She wondered why Alice asked her to be on a team, she wondered if Alice had a goal other than True Revival, she also wondered if she, herself, was getting a little paranoid. She scratched her head as she thought that she was getting a little paranoid, but with all these people, she couldn't help but feel a little on edge. She knew she wanted to avoid some people as much as she could, but also knew they may have to work together at this point. Makoto sighed as she took one last look around and then back onto Alice. She guessed that she would have to team up eventually and to be on a team would be better than being alone. Especially if Slashers were to appear. She let out a slight laugh as she realized that people were going to start getting into groups sooner or later, and it would be better to join in one early on Sure, why not? I'll be on a team with you. Would be better to be together then alone, right? Makoto extended her arm to Alice Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Makoto Niijima, I hope we can get to know eachother a bit more.

Seeing that people are somewhat already getting into teams, Rei decides to partner with the nervous Kotori, "We can partner up if you want." He extends his hand towards her, "My name is Rei, Rei Ito. What's yours?"

Using me as an example? That doesn't exactly sound good, especially in my life. Being made an example meant an excruciating long and painful death. I think you'll find that I'll use you as an example if you continue giving me that look. Acid hurts, alot. Taiyuki then meets the cold gaze with his own. Bah, he didn't like the detective from the beginning. This was only reinforcing that. I see no reason to talk about my past when I'm about to leave it behind anyways. What use is it to you? If you really must know we did a little bit of everything I think. But mostly working the drug trade. That's how I died. Caught up in a lab explosion while watching over it. Now if that's all we should get going. The first Hive is nearing.