Battle Royale | Member List | Updated Rules

[晶光 歩夢 Shoukou Ayumu]

The following is the roster. Those Italicized are dead, and weapon statuses are updated.
Note: You may not use this list for your character to metagame. Feel free to use coercion or death to find out the other players' weapons.

#1 Suoh, Sayaka - Teflon Pot, pair of Sais
#2 Yodobashi, Hideki - Hammer, Water Gun filled with Acid, Minesweeper, Silver Spork
#3 Suzuki, Rin - 2x4 Plywood, Stuffed Animal
#4 Chosaka, Niami - Slingshot, Rat Poison
#5 Minami, Noriobu - Fountain Pen, AK-47 Directions Only
#6 Kyaoru, Namimi - Keys and Directions to Ferrari, Baseball Bat
#7 Haoru, Chiaku - Acid-Proof Umbrella, Glock
#8 Tanaka, Tobikuma - Tazer, Deck of Cards
#9 Kawashita, Minara
#10 Shimasu Akito - Ice Pick, Dog Whistle
#11 Nozomi, Yuriko - Rat in a Jar, Kitchen Knife
#12 Shizumasa, Rui - Bulletproof Vest, Toilet Paper
#13 Hinote - Katana, Pair of Stilettos
#14 Otomiya, Naoko - Meteor Hammer, Cattle Prod
#15 Sushiou, Alice - Crowbar, Chainsaw
#16 Hayashi, Hiromasa - Syringe of Adrenaline, Grenades
#17 Yagyu, Tsukiko - Gas Mask, Pot Lid
#18 Sakurazuka, Seiryu - AK-47 Parts Only, Dictionary

The Game has started


UPDATED RULES!
1. Whoever you kill you must take all of their weapons or give them away: Its so that I can keep track of their possessing locations.




"Konbanwa minna-san! This is Keiko here, and I'm going to explain the rules to this glorious adventure! Yippe-yay-yo-kay-yay!" She chirruped cheerfully, an older woman bouncing around in that familiar orange polo and those camo cargoes.

Oh. The lady is on TV. Doesn't she sound like she's selling you a bottle of orange juice?

And yes, the students viewing are none other than from Cross Academy. Ho ho ho, that's right: You have most of the day class sitting on one side looking frightened and at wits end, and the other end you have the somewhat calmer Night Class sitting primly, keeping to themselves in a remarkable feat of self control, considering there were two decapitated students lying in the center.

"Because they wouldn't shut up," muttered Rido angrily, strutting across the classroom.

Of course, they all had those horrendous titanium steel alloy neckbands hugging their throats.

Keiko executed a cartwheel after she explained the how there were danger zones that were to be limited after 6 hours, how this event will take place in the post-apocalyptic and abandoned streets of Tokyo (Only TOKYO, and don't expect electronics and fresh supermarket food at your beckoning... think of "I am Legend"), how it's strewn with Level E's...

And how the Night Class's psyche powers are null and their strength have been limited to human proportions.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" screamed an ordinary level vampire, who then stomped toward Rido. "How the hell are you supposed to control what the @#$% we do!"
Rido replied, "It's all in the necklace. It monitors not just your heart rate, but also the presence of psi levels and the physical strength exerted."
"@#$% you!" shrieked the stupid vampire.

"You've been @#$%ed," laughed Rido, snapping off the kid's head by the roots of his hair and kicking the body back into the center, blood gushing out gloriously in a fountain. Three dead already.

Most day class girls shrieked in horror again and a few guys puked, while the Night Class's expressions paled... They had no need for the blood of a vampire, yet this was the first time to see a vampire so defenselessly killed off.

Keiko was going on about how the only food sources could be found in three supermarkets in Tokyo, and how they were all non-perishable items... of course, some needed cooking before they could be digested...
"And oh yeah, for the Night Class, it would therefore be recommended that you find sustenance within the Day Class, if you kiddies know what I mean." She pointed at her normal human-sized canines and made a cute growling biting motion. "Grrr. You can't be too picky... Unless you want to try thriving on dried lettuce. That won't be too good for your health though, mitai-naaaa."

She threw up a peace sign, and cocked her head to the side. "That's really all for now, although here's a compiled list of tips for success by the Battle Royale committee."

Rido: "Yeah, aren't we so nice to you guys?" His goons cawed in laughter.

"Tips for success in this game are as follows:
1. If you want to participate, you MUST sign up by Friday, June 26, United States 11:59pm Pacific Time. The game will only last for 3 days RP time, and I will check with the players via main chat periodically to make sure that we can advance to the next 6 hours, and to further limit the locations determined randomly.
2. In the case that you as a vampire have powers that go off automatically, please control it to keep yourself from being destroyed.
3. The thread creator (me >33) will be the sole gamemaster for this event, and decisions are kinda final. And yes, I will judicially mess with everyone playing. Please enjoy yourselves.
4. You will need shelter, especially at night. If you don’t sleep, your body will fatigue, for both Day and Night Class students. The Night class could sleep somewhat less though. Students will find themselves sleeping at "odd" hours to accomodate the game.
5. Locations and rules follow real-day Tokyo: please make yourself familiar with places such as the Ginza and several main buildings and bridges. It would help to have a map with you, which I will provide on the next thread I open up for the actual RP. Plus, keep in mind this is post-apocalyptic, so move accordingly. Sorry guys, no riding on the Tama Toshi Monorail Line, and cars are limited only to those that find the sole gasoline reserve.
6. If you die, feel free to dramaticize your death, but don’t drag it out.
7. This is a first hit first live game. Your best chances of survival are acting first and then defending, while some roleplaying basics such as no meta-gaming or godmodding apply. This is participation-intensive, so if you won’t have the time to dedicate to this you may find yourself dead very soon. Victims are given 24 hours maximum to defend themselves: If the attack(s) were lethal, the player will die.
8. You want to hack the system? Unless you know what you’re doing, please don’t try this. Rido will destroy your ass >D
9. For Night Class: You need to feed off of a human/vampire hunter Day-Classer for your sustenance. Teehee.
10. Please refer to this announcement frequently during the game for new rules, and for the initial roster of participants along with their original weapons assigned to them.”

Keiko grinned and waved. “That’ll be all. Answer rolecall below. Have fun, and play safe~”

[Suoh Sayaka]

OOC: For the purposes of "Rolecall" I have cleared it with Ayumu to be able to Godmod Rido for this reply. . .

Back In Character. . .

Sayaka couldn't remember when she had fallen asleep, but when she woke up she automatically noticed that the atmosphere of the room was something that she didn't like. Her eyes skimmed, noticing two distinct groups of people. Surrounding herself were some of her fellow Night Class students, while a group of Day Classers remained on the other side of the room.

Everything seemed to be going fine until an ordinary vampire whom she had never met decided to open his mouth.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" She heard him scream. 'Idiot. . . " She said loud enough for the students around her to hear. She watched as the boy then set off a storm of cuss words from both him and Kuran Rido-sama himself. His head, being ripped off for him to pay the price. The smell of blood was already saturated into the atmosphere of the room, so what was one more?

"Absurd. . . " She whispered as he explained the rules. She didn't have a problem with killing other students, but the rules that were set into place. . . The ridiculous metal neckbands around her throat. . . Being encouraged to pair up with a human. . . Everything was beginning to irritate her. Especially the Pureblood standing in front of the room, and his goons that surrounded them.

“That’ll be all. Answer rolecall below. Have fun, and play safe~” The gil on the screen said in her irritating voice. . . On the inside Sayaka wanted to scream, but only a select few people knew that she wanted to react that way. Her face only kept the apathetic gaze that many knew her for.

"Girl #1 Suoh Sayaka." She heard him call out in his ridiculous voice. Not giving him a vocal response, she got out of her chair and walked down the center aisle, her hair swaying behind her.

He threw a medium sized bag at her, and she caught it, noticing that the weight was something that she would have to get used to. The bag in her hands, she glanced back at the other students standing behind her and was on her way out the door.

[Yodobashi Hideki]

All he could remember was making his way back to the academy after a long evening out in town, in board daylight and in the middle of the semi-populate streets he was jumped from behind so quick he was unable to put up much of a fight, he was hit in the head with a blunt object (or at least that’s what the pain he felt in his head told him). And now here he was in a classroom with a few of his fellow classmates, even the Day Class Students somehow managed to get involved; the man running this whole operation was no other then Kuran Rido. Hideki sat calmly in a seat at the corner of the classroom listening to the instructions as well as the rules given to them.

The fact that there were three bloody corpses laid out in the middle of the classroom didn’t really faze him much, he actually found this kind of interesting, and sadly he was probably the only one. Hideki ran his fingers over the titanium collar which slightly choked his neck; it seemed he wouldn’t be able to use his abilities this time. He prayed at the least he would get a weapon which would make up for this handicap. His head picked up when the role-call began; the first to gather their things and leave was Suoh Sayaka, a fellow night class student who whom he was well acquainted with, or at least he considered them to be. She calmly glanced back at the rest of the class before making her way out of the room.

Once she left everyone awaited for their name to be called, luckily Hideki’s name came right after, he slowly rose from his seat. “#2, Yodobashi Hideki.” Though his voice was grim, there was no denying the excitement coursing through his body, it showed quite well on his face as he made his way across the classroom, over the corpse of his fellow classmates, like Sayaka a bag was tossed in his direction with his name engraved into the fabric, he caught it, turned his head to his fellow classmates giving a slight nod along with a malevolent grin before making his way out the door.

[Suzuki Rin]

(Darkness.)

She sleepily opens one eyelid and with a toss of her green hair immediately assimilates her surroundings, flecks of jasper mingling with the scent of wormwood and asphodel, her teeth edging out from beneath her pale cerise lips as she examined the collar around her neck. She shakes her head and the thing stays stuck-snug onto her skin and it pinches. It hurts. (She is at the back of the class and her own amusement is involuntary as the foolish ordinary vampire gets his ass fried.) She plays chess in her head as the time wears on and listen to the rules, and the tips and keeps them in mind like a little notecard at the back of her head.

It helps to be aware.

Play safe? Play safe? There would be no safe here. (She already has battle plans ready, knowing that it will be Tokyo and that I will be on the run and it will be superlatively empty.)

Suoh Sayaka, an associate of hers-- and Yodobashi Hideki, another one (this is going to be interesting, she surmises)-- they both leave until that cracking growling dying ass of a fool Kuran Rido sputters: "Number Three, Suzuki Rin."

She moves towards the doorway and a bag is tossed at her (she catches it without any sort of frailty whatsoever, no grim jangling of bones nor deathless whimpers) and does not turn to cast any smile or glance at her soon-to-be opponents as she moves out the door. The heirs to the Suzuki line do not do such things, because they who laugh last win it all.

Russian roulette; and the revolver is pointing at her.

[晶光 歩夢 Shoukou Ayumu]

"Number 4, Chosaka Niami."

Niami, black ponytails to the side of her hair, flung over to the side to hug her friend Chiaku.

"I'll meet you outside, okay?"
"Yeah, we'll survive this."
"Take care."

Wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, she scuttled to the front of the room, and stood there defiantly to catch the bag. She stepped back somewhat, the weight knocking her center of balance... but then she regained her balance, turned around to give a small wave to her friend, and scurried out the door.

[晶光 歩夢 Shoukou Ayumu]

"Number 5... Minami Norio-"

"NO GODDAMMIT MY NAME IS MICHAEL JACKSON!" In horrified silence the students turned around to this kid. Whispers of Who is he? and Was he even in our class rang out noisily and

"Michael Jackson, shut up." Rido's words bit the air cruelly, and the uneasy tension permeated the dank classroom.

In his black wig and heavily applied foundation with red lipstick, the clown of a male human student smiled eeriely, his grin stretching from one fake ear to the other. He moonwalked to the front of the room, grabbed his crotch while screaming, "Thriller!", and then stretched out his arms to catch the bag... Only for it to land on his face. His nose falling off, the student hastily picked it up and ran out the door.

[晶光 歩夢 Shoukou Ayumu]

"Number Six, Kyaoru Namimi."

If you ever wondered what would happen to Paris Hilton if she had Japanese ancestry, well here you have it now. She's blonde, she's bodacious, and she's none other than the Slut Queen of the Night Class. As she stalked up to the front of the room, she turned up her cellphone and started playing Sexyback, while she lapdanced on some of the sititng soldiers. Those poor humans were in reverie, while a tic grew on Rido's temple.

She sensed the dangerous aura of imminent death coming from the pureblood, so she quickly quit her antics, plucked a bag from the carts herself, and blew a sexy kiss back into the classroom before leaving.

[晶光 歩夢 Shoukou Ayumu]

"Number Seven, Haoru Chiaku."

This short-haired, strawberry-blonde human stood up quickly without further ado, nearly tripping over herself as she ran out of the door to join her friend...

She stepped back briefly to catch the bag, and then sped on her way.

"I hope nothing has happened to Niami yet! What if I'm too late? What if something has already happned?"

As she ran out in that dark corridor, soldiers flanked to the left and right, she swung the bag to her shoulders. Her tiny feet pit-patted the cold linoleum, and her hands clasped together in prayer.

[晶光 歩夢 Shoukou Ayumu]

"Number 9, Kawashita Minara"

She stands up, only to fall flat on her face. If this were any other normal classroom day, then her classmates would have laughed in her face but no, today is a special day, and today she receives special treatment.

Minara could be said to be on a bit of a portly side, but really she insists she is slender and fine. She is a rather confused girl, or she may be in denial, but whatever the case she always insists on singing out loud the most obnoxious sounds in an annoying falsetto and then breaking out in dance moves randomly. Her parents and classmates suspect that she is perhaps retarded, but nonetheless, they do little or nothing to stop her.

And this human female now walks while stepping across the linoleum as though prancing, and catches the bag only to drop it once more. She picks it up, and heaves it outside of the doorway.

[晶光 歩夢 Shoukou Ayumu]

"Number 10, Shimasu Akito"

This kid has got to be the most decked out of all of the students here. His flossy-fine beanie cocked to the side like his fashion's got tilt, chains hang off his chest and blingage that shines so hard it burns your eyes, and pants that roll around on the floor while his bright golden boxers shine in the air. The students wonder why he even bothers wearing the pants, but this vampire has got an ATTITUDE to match his style, and that's why no one questions him. He calls himself Mickey McDonald, but when he's in the mood...

"MNM FOO!" He spun around, hands gesturing two m's as his sneer bucked his fangs forward and his red eyes gleamed fierce. He crosses his arms, but then he lets them loose while he starts rapping (poorly),

"Yo yo yo my homedawgs and my rats
You can't catch the rhyme
CUZ IT'S FREE VERSE YO
My ride is so sweet
My name is so PIMP
I grew up in the hoods
Now I lurk in

C TO THE R TO THE O TO THE DOUBLE S
CROSS ACADEMY!

Kaname got nothing on me
Cause Kana and Me
Are Bros like java are for hos!"

The students stare back at him in a mixture of dumbfounded disbelief and annoyance, but he doesn't care and flips down his sunglasses as he swaggers to the cart, catching with ease one of the bags and slumping out, but not before he hurls back a "PEACE YO!"

[Shizumasa Rui]

His eyes opened slowly, still a little dazed from what had happened to him. All that he can recall that he was on his way to town to pick up Naoko from her part time job, until he felt a blow on the back of his head and it all blacked out from there. Rui squinted his eyes a bit until he suddenly felt a slight weight placed on his neck, he ran his fingers through the titanium collar and took a good look around the room.

He looked from side to side recognizing his fellow classmates from the Night Class and on the opposing side is the Day Class; the strong stench of blood lead his eyes to gaze at the corpses laying on the floor. His expression blank, Rui cared less about the fools who dared to oppose the man running the operation, the none other Kuran Rido.

Rui ran a hand through his hair and sat back, his arms across his chest and his attention toward the eccentric woman in the television. Keiko the woman in the television seemed so happy about all this ignoring the fact that everyone in this room will all be eliminated except by one. His gazed wandered off looking for Naoko, wandering if she's involved too but a little scene between a foolish lower class vampire and Rido got into the way.

"Dumb piece of shit." He mumbled.

"Girl #1 Suoh Sayaka." He heard him call out, roll call had begun and from the look on the faces of the Day Class students it's like a roll call for the death row while the Night Class were as calm as Hindu cows. Name after names were called out, some of the students that were called are complete morons that he just wants to rip their bodies into little pieces due to their stupid antics like the Michael Jackson guy, the Slut Queen of the Night class and the idiot who was rapping. He sighed in annoyance and waited for his name to be called out.

"Number 12 Shizumasa Rui." Standing from his seat, he made his way toward the center of the room to get his bag. He caught the bag that was thrown toward his direction effortlessly, he took a good look one last time then made his way out.

[Otomiya Naoko]

Naoko whimpered at the slight pain that rushed to her head as she woke up slowly, blinking her eyes. Panic filled her stomach as she remembered what happened. All she saw was Rui going down, hit in the head by someone as she turned the corner to witness it. Before she could cry out, she was hit too, apparently.

She got up slowly, feeling the weight of a metal collar on her. She touched it lightly with her fingertips then let her hand drop. No use trying to take off a metal collar, probably needs a key or something that Naoko most likely didn't have around on her body. She could see that she was surrounded by Day Class girls on all sides. She moved over to the right a little, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw three limp bodies in the middle of the floor over a shaking girl's shoulder.

Terrified, she watched as an unusually happy woman chattered on the TV screen. How could she be so happy when she's spewing about things from her mouth like "only one person left alive" and "fight to the death"?

And so, the roll call began. One by one, boys and girls, Day Classers and Night Classers were called, and were called to what seemed to be their deaths. She guessed everyone could think of it that way.

"Number 12, Shizumasa Rui."

Panic blinded her momentarily. When she at least regained a piece of herself from the chaos that whirled around in her, she looked up to see him catch the bag so effortlessly, with such a calm manner. It was so hard, watching him walk away. She bit her lip in silence. He's probably used to such tremendously tense atmospheres.

"Number Fourteen, Otomiya Naoko." She jolted at her name before rushing forward quickly to get her bag. It was tossed at her, and she clumsily caught it with her stomach. She hugged the bag for a second before returning to a standing position, then heading out as all the other thirteen before her had.

Oh God, Rui, please be safe...

[Himeko Reika]

"What the hell.." She wakes, finding herself in a room with a few other students, both night and day. Most looking worried, others looking determined. She glances about, looking completely confused of what was going on. All she could remember is that she felt some sort of sharp pain that only lasted for at least 2 seconds -- and found herself here. To her it seems like some sort of game show is going on, like the weakest link. Or big brother, each getting evicted one by one. Did Naoko just get evicted or did she continue in the game? Doesn't matter anyway, she's still to confused.

She sits up, yawning at the same time, not even noticing the collar around her neck. "Where the hell am I?" She says coldly, not saying it to anyone in particular. She looks around, noticing a few bodies on the floor without heads. She frowns. That's disgusting.

She continues glancing around, and looks at the TV of a woman explaining the rules, when her name is called. "Number 15, Sushiou Alice." she sighs and stands up. Still quite confused. The bag is thrown at her, not bothering to catch it, it just lands in front of her feet. She leans forward and picks it up, hooking it around her shoulder. "Geez.." She mutters, before she leaves the room.