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Eridan walked through the lobby looking for the information on where exactly his room was. Yes he was rooming with... Oh... The rules guy and a person he didn't know. Well he would make the best of it somehow. Now to find the room itself or cabin? Was a cabin better than the rooms they had in the academy? Time to find out. Setting off he followed the road to the cabins while looking over his map making note of places there. 

Okay now he was confused how in the world was it so hard to find a cabin. Sighing he sat down on a well placed bench. "Any one able to help me find my room? I havve to admit i thought it would be easier than this wwhy is it evverythin this farce of a school does wwith us is so confusin?" 

Hope...

Despair...

No escape...

Useless.

Everyone, or for the most everyone that Dio could behold, seemed so cozily seated into the fate that befell them inside Hope's Peak. Did they attempt not to change their fate any longer? They're not even bothering to fight back against a bear, but beyond that, an enemy invisible to them.

Were they all not humans, but cattle ready for the inevitable slaughter?

Fools.

Dio was not a cattle. This bear was a headmaster, but not his master. Dio was a master. And more--worthy of being crowned a God. His body once crumbled, but now he breathed once again. The World was weak, but over time... over time, his stand would grow once again as well. His goal remained unfinished, still there for him to pursue. His fate, here, would be soon or less conquered. There was no fear that could sweep over him, for the ones on the top held no fear.

Escape was not an idea that immediately ran through in Dio's head, either. He could feel that there were still things--people, rather--that blocked his path. They were here, too... Dio didn't have to 'see'. This meant that he was here for a purpose.

He had to get rid of them. Kill all of them. This was a priority, always a priority. The Joestars meddled with his plans for far too long.

A school of mutual killing... wasn't it nothing but the perfect setting for him to manipulate all for his benefit towards that immediate goal?

What a perfect present for none other than Dio.

Disgusting.

Humankind is disgusting and wasteful in Yuuka's eyes. Wasteful. Selfish. Weak. They're all weak, aren't they? They require others to fight for them. Others who are stronger. Stronger than their weak and flimsy selves. Of course, back in Gensokyo, only the powerful had subordinates whom would fight to their whim. That's how society worked. Power. The strongest would be on top. The strongest had all that they wanted. In Hope's Peak, in a human's world, the most powerful are the ones at the bottom, being used by the more intellectually skilled.

It's a pitiful sight, really. The intellectuals are the most twisted, maddened by their own intelligence and wit. Their inability to be satisfied as any normal human would with accomplishments. They wish to achieve more. More and more, stepping on the backs of life as they rise to their own pedestal. 

Yuuka found her solace in the wilderness, surrounded by trees and shrubbery, the very things she feels most connected with. She took everything in; the fauna, the flora, the atmosphere, everything. Yuuka Kazami takes in the beauty of nature to rejuvenate herself. The sort of energy she has been deprived of for so long. Her parasol hung over her shoulders, opened, basking in the warm sunlight beaming over a crisp, frosty environment. 

Crisp. Crunching.

A disturbance.

The parasol snapped closed, the woman's body turning on a heel. If the intruder is close by at this point in time, then the very tip of the accessory will be pressed to the other's neck. As nonthreatening as a parasol can seem, her own is used as a catalyst for a powerful spell. The intruder would feel a warmth resonate from the parasol's tip; proof that such a catalyst will be put to use if push did come to shove. She will not step down from a fight if a fight is more thoroughly picked.

What frickin' luck.

Not only had he woken up somehow, not only was he sitting there breathing and alive, but he had to end up trapped in this ridiculous Mutual Killing Life he had heard about. 

And it was cold.

He was in the most sour of his moods, gripping a manga and glaring at it. Every once in a while he noticeably shivered, but he was in too foul a mindframe to even pay the frosty air of the ski resort any attention.

Did someone possibly dare to intrude upon this most grouchy of students, who had shown up out of the blue with a few others and seemed intent on ignoring any and all activity?

Goddamn it, where did she leave it now? The blonde has been on the lookout all evening for her misplaced tool. Her room doesn't have it. It wasn't discarded in the hallways. Nowhere. Nowhere. It's nowhere. This isn't her dream, so it's not like she can make it appear out of thin air, either. It's an unfortunate scenario, a pretty girl like her stuck defenseless in a school of murder. Defenseless. That's one trait she won't bestow upon herself.

Having been settled in her room, she stormed out. The sewing kits in her room would nothing for her. She needed something big. She didn't care about hiding a weapon. In reality, something obvious would serve as a comfort for her. Nevertheless, after searching and searching, she winds up in storage. That's where all the un-categorized stuff is in, right? Hopefully, something will be in here--

Yes.

Here it is in all its gas-powered glory. A smile crosses Urotsuki's lips, plucking the chainsaw off of its dusty shelf. Dustiness aside, the chainsaw itself looked as thought it was in good care. Her chainsaw.

She gave the chainsaw a good rev, letting herself melt into the euphoric "whirrrr" as the blades rotated around the ovular metal in rapid succession. "Found you." Boy, is she happy. Time to turn around and--

Oh. Someone's here. And here is Urotsuki holding an active chainsaw, looking like she's about to slice the stranger in half. That part of the situation didn't register, however. What she saw is an opportunity to make a friend.

Sigh. So I guess this is it... Doesn't seem to be many books in here, maybe I will go exploring to find the library.

Looks around the room 

I guess its a good thing rooming by myself, but it sure will get lonely. Well I might as well go exploring. 

✩~ This whole mutual killing business had Morgan's mind going on a frenzy. It still seemed pretty absurd to her -- who would actually be willing to set up an environment meant solely for murder to happen? She may have participated in wars back in Ylisse, but this was different. They fought for a good cause then, and killed because they had to. Here? Murders were something done in pure, cold blood.

"Ngh..."

And on top of all that, she still had her memories to worry about. It actually felt like she's forgotten even more about her past than she already has. Trying to focus on possible events that may have already happened to her before only had her drawing blanks in the end.

It was more than slightly frustrating, if she had to be real here. Glaring down at the tome in her hands, she wondered if hitting her head against the hard cover would jog her memories somehow. That's how things usually worked with amnesiacs, right? (Or at least, that's what she heard...) Morgan didn't think she's ever tried this before, so maybe if she could just...

--

Once in awhile, Ricken found himself surrounded in books.. Whether it was because he didn't understand a certain spell or grew curious about a subject, he'd spend some time indulging in a book or two.

And there were times he got a little carried away.

On a single table there were stacks of books and behind those stacks was a young mage. Well, it was hard to spot him at first glance so when someone reached to take one of the books, they'd first notice the tip of his hat moving before he reached over and placed his hand over the book. 

"H-Hey.. Sorry, I'm still using that."

Not letting go of the book in question, Ricken rubbed his eye sleepily.