Yamarai Hirana stretched out his arms towards the sky, breathing in the fresh Hakkoumori air. Sitting in the front seat, he was first to get off the stuffy bus and we was glad of it. Before he indulged himself too much with the camp atmosphere, he went ahead and said hello the staff.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all." Hirana remarked as he greeted each of the counselors' hands with a firm handshake and a bright smile. Aside from the girl, they all seemed older than him, though he was quite a bit taller than most of them. "I'm Yamarai Hirana. Glad to be here in Hakkoumori."
"Cyan?" The fairy known as Dierdre asked, revealing her position at the shade of a nearby tree. Her back was touching the trunk as she looked straight up at the foliage of the ancient tree.
Slowly, almost lethargically, she moved her head to look at her fellow Fae, her long hair swaying a little with wind "Is something the matter?"
"Kokoro!"
"Yeah?"
"The campers have arrived!"
"Thanks!" Kokoro made the last strokes of her inking pen, regarded her work through her glasses with some pride. It was a perfect replica of a symbol she somehow had the memory of seeing before.
◊ Perhaps on a distant day, in memories long passed into the shelves of an aged and forgetful memory. Kokoro had come up with the odd desire to draw it all of a sudden, and had done so completely from memory. She could have sworn it was alien to her conscious mind.
She set the work aside and climbed out her first story window, preferring to leave her room in this manner rather than using her door- which was long since rendered useless by boxes stacked in front of it by herself anyways. She always left and entered her room like this- even to go to other rooms in her modest dwelling.
Kokoro saw the buses, saw the people streaming out of them. The kindly old woman who had alerted her to the presence of the campers had since vanished to her own affairs. Kokoro had no living biological parents, instead treated as a child by the village as a whole. They knew to tell her when the campers came, for there was normally a chance of something amusing occurring when they arrived. She appraised the lot of them from a distance.
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -ImcaLogan adjusted his glasses across from a boy with what looked to be a shinai. The albino had been stretched out over his own seat for most of the trip, taking advantage of his central position to pass the time by observing the rest of the campers. A few of them appeared to be significantly younger than him. Hopefully, they wouldn't get into any trouble, but Logan had decided he would do his best to make sure they didn't wander off too far, what with all the reports of disappearances he'd come across when researching the area.
Most of the other passengers also seemed pretty shy and reserved, although who wouldn't feel awkward on a stuffy bus full of complete strangers? Maybe I'm wrong, but something tells me we're going to be a quiet lot.
Oh yeah? Quiet? As if you're any good at judging these sorts of things, Sheehan, something in the back of his head snickered.
You're not one to be talking about judgement. Now shut up for once, I want to make a good first impression.
He took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear it, and proceeded to ignore the barrage of put-downs the voice began hurling at him. Finally slipping off his seat, he followed Yamari eagerly off the bus and, smiling slightly wider than usual, hung on the door a few moments, admiring the gorgeous scenery. For a brief second, he thought he caught a glimpse of a small girl climbing out of a window, but shrugged - Nah, must've imagined it - and stepped off the bus, turning to the staff and waving.
"'Afternoon, everyone! Sheehan Logan."
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GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.The faerie known as Cian set down his spoon. "There is absolutely something wrong. This is the tenth year we have allowed humans to use this forest for their business without so much as a peep out of us. They are truly getting under my skin."
TVTropes Nuzlocke Thread. - Arceus Help Us All.Yuki was sitting on one of the back seats on the bus, listening to his headphones and looking at the sky. The sky may be beautiful, but he didn't smile. When the bus stopped, he quietly stood up, and he went out of the bus. Although there are other campers on the bus, he walked past them. When he gets off the bus, he was relieved to look at the sights of Hakkoumori from outside the bus. He spent some time looking at them until he spots a group of people.
Yuki walked away from the group of people, which consisted of the staff and other campers. Just as he took one step away from the group of people, he looked at them. He turned off his headphones, and he walked up to the group of people.
"Takumi Yuki here." Yuki said in a bitter voice. "Nice to meet you, everyone. Just... Don't get in my way."
Shutdown sequence initiated.Anyone still on the bus would hear a loud, drawn-out snore, followed by the entertaining sort of muffled breathing that's always in the movies. A boy near the middle of the bus was slumped against the window, eyes shut tight against the sun and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. A few locks of brown escaped from underneath, and the boy's jacket remained on despite the heat of summer. A wooden shinai was propped up against him.
He was very definitely asleep.
"Oh crap, oh crap! This isn't the time to be late!
Elliot cursed himself under his breath, the young but rather eccentric boy's bare feet scraping against the unforgiving road as he ran. It was his first day of volunteer work at the camp, and probably his last if the day kept going like this. Opon reaching the road into Hakkoumori, Elliot saw to his horror, that the buses had already arrived.
"Maybe they'll let me off this time. After all, I'm only here for repairing things that might break!" The boy reassured himself as he introduced himself to the other workers, who towered over his short frame. Trying to hide his embarrassment from the campers, he spoke in a hurried whisper to explain his tardiness. "S-sorry I was late you guys... I had some trouble waking up so early and..." He continued on with his excuses, hoping to not get fired. After all, he needed the money badly, and the tourists had seemed to pique his interests.
edited 27th Mar '11 10:54:41 AM by Tatsumar
DeerA teen was sitting in the back of the bus, with a suitcase to his side and a worried expression on his face. His hair was disheveled; he must have fallen asleep on the way. His blue-green eyes had only recently dried; he been crying, apparently. Obviously not very loudly, or else he would have been heard or noticed. His clothing was simple- khaki shorts, an orange T-shirt, a brown stripped jacket. Yet somehow, he still looked worried.
Where are they? They haven't answered my calls or texts... Did something happen? He shook the thoughts out of his head as he noticed the bus had stopped, No, they must be fine. They just got lost or... Ignoring the warning thoughts, he got up and began to leave the bus. Being at the back, he was one of the last... He took a moment to poke the sleeping boy about his age as he passed him.
"Umm... We're here..." He said, trying to wake the other teen up.
Hey! Read my fanfic: HereAs was usual on long rides, Arakita Megumi had busied herself reading for the entire trip. She peered over the top of her book— a tome on Celtic myths she'd recently acquired— to be sure they had indeed arrived at their destination. She marked her page before placing the book into her backpack, straightening her stockings and skirt as she stood. Megumi only dressed up at her parents' insistence; given the choice she would have worn something practical like her favorite black jeans but they'd wanted her to make a good impression.
She stepped off the bus, introducing herself rather shyly to the staff and her fellow campers.
Stupid doomed timeline...The boy's head jerked up, whacking hard against the window. "They're all-!" he shouted, before realizing where he was. He coughed, awkwardly, before realizing he'd whacked his head. "Oww, damn it..." He rubbed it, grinning ruefully. "Eheh... Guess we're here." He spoke with a Kansai accent. "Scuse me..." He stood up, grabbing his stuff from his seat and tucking the shinai under one arm.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you," the teen, named Taro as it were, said as he stepped out of the way. "I'm Taro. And you are?" He decided distracting his worries for the moment would be the best way to keep his sanity and emotional state as they had been a few hours earlier.
Hey! Read my fanfic: HereViolet yawned and sat up. The bus ride had been fairly quiet, and so after a while of absent-minded fiddling with an old burr puzzle she had silently dozed off. The bus's brakes had brought her back. She hastily dropped the pieces into her bag, grabbed it, and stepped outside.
ERROR: The current state of the world is unacceptable. Save anyway? YES/NOTaro followed the other boy as he headed out, as he sort of had to considering there was only one walkway in the bus. "I suppose not. Then again, this isn't exactly a well-known getaway." He shrugged.
Hey! Read my fanfic: HereIt took Kate a moment to realize that the bus had stopped even though the scenery had stopped moving past the window. Slowly putting her MP 3 player into her backback, she waited for a few people to leave before following them off the bus.
"You've got your transmission and your live wire, but your circuit's dead." - MediaTaro paused at the mention of parents, his worries pushed back to the forefront. He shook them off again. No, can't think about it... If I think about it...
"That why you're here, then? 'Cause your parents sent you?" Taro asked, stepping out after the other teen.
Hey! Read my fanfic: HereKokoro snuck up on the bus and watched the campers from behind a toolshed. Looked like a particularly weird bunch this year.
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -ImcaYuki looked at the bus, and he spotted a few more campers getting out of the bus. He wanted to walk away, but he stood there, waiting for somebody to move. He turned on his headphones, and he kept his mouth shut while listening to the music on his headphones. It might take a while to blend in with the crowd, but if he wanted to be alone, he should wait for a moment.
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Shutdown sequence initiated.Taro let out a small laugh at Seto's joke about not having much luck with grades. Especially considering he didn't have any problems with that subject.
"So, why here, then? Like I said, this isn't exactly a well-known place," Taro commented, his curious streak showing.
Hey! Read my fanfic: Here"Because you're doooomed..." Kokoro's best impression of a creepy ghost floated at Taro from behind the toolshed where the snickering girl was situated.
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -Imca

BGM: Doorway of Summer
It was a beautiful summer day in Hakkoumori. The sun's light bathed the hills in warmth, the wind rustled the trees of the the forest, and the rush of the river's water provided peaceful background noise to the town.
It was June 19th 2010, and today was the opening day for Camp Hakkoumori, and the seven camp counselors all stood by the only road into Hakkoumori, waiting for the arrival of this year's campers.
At the front of the crowd was the brown haired Himiko McClellan, Camp director. A 30 year old bachelorette who put a lot of stock into the success of her camp. Partly because she needed the money, mostly because she would get bored of seeing the same faces day in day out, and the camp provided new ones. By far, her favorite days were the days at camp when the campers were taken to the river for a swim.
"Man, it sure is taking a while for that bus to get here. I hope nothing bad happened to it." said Himiko.
The black-haired young man to her immediate left sighed in frustration. "You know, just one year, I would like for this bus to be on time."
Kyouya Flannagan, Camp Navigator and storyteller. A young man of 21 years, Kyouya was the second youngest counselor. As a child, Kyouya often wandered into the forest of Hakkoumori. In spite of the forest's track record of disappearances, Kyouya always returned with a smile on his face before the day was done. He often enjoyed telling stories he had come up with in the forest, saying that they were passed on to him by a faerie.
"It's not as though the bus comes up here more often than once at the beginning of camp, and once at the end. It stands to reason that the driver would get lost now and then." said a blonde man to the left of Kyouya. The man's voice was cold and calculated, yet reassuring. "There is no need to worry, it will find its way here." He said with a faint smile.
Shitakawa Aidan, camp doctor. At age 29, Aidan was a newly-trained doctor, but a very skilled one. He had worked directly under Dr. Shirogane at the hospital in Hakkoumori. His treatments were always effective, but his ability to calm worried family was... lacking. He decided it best to simply work at the camp and treat any wounds or sicknesses that came up while the campers were there.
"He's right. There's really no point in getting impatient, Kyouya." A small, busty, white-haired woman with glasses to Himiko's far right responded.
Shirogane Quinn, Camp social worker and musician. A 24 year old woman, Quinn was something of a black sheep in her family because of her interest in art and psychotherapy. The rest of her family were doctors, and were all a little perplexed by Quinn's lifestyle choice, but they remained supportive. Spending her evenings playing mandolin at the camp's fire, Quinn finds that she best expresses herself through music.
"Easy for you to say" Kyouya replied. "You don't have to go looking for them if it turns out they got lost in the hills."
A teenaged girl to Himiko's far left snickered. "No need to get your knickers in a twist, Kyouya. Just calm down. Take it easy."Grimoire The girl's hair was most peculiar, dyed black at the ends while retaining its natural red sheen at the top. "I wonder what they'll be like... I hope there are cute guys... Or better yet, cute girls..." Drool dribbled out of the girl's mouth.
Benidzuki Flannery, camp cook. At 19, the youngest member of the camp staff, typically called Flann. Flann's sizable family operates the town smith and cutlery, making everything from knives, to swords, to letter openers. Flann grew up helping cool meals for her family, and eventually became the best at it out of the bunch. She decided that new faces, good food, and the occasional tryst would be an entertaining way to spend her summer. This is her third year working at the camp, and her expectations have not failed her.
"Flann, your lustful tendencies once again betray themselves. You really should not sin so much." A tall, muscular, imposing, and above all, kind-looking man to Himiko's immediate right with light brown hair spoke up.
"Relax, I'd only have any fun with the legal ones." Flann assured the man.
The man creased his brow. "That's very reasssuring."
Kujo Joshua, athletics director. In his 30s, Kujo Joshua was a kind soul who would try to help people by gently and constructively criticizing them. A devout Catholic, Joshua would always do what he believed would be just in both his and God's eyes. However, he believed that his God was not the only one in this world, speaking about the subject with an expression that gave the idea he knew first hand. Faith aside, Joshua was talented in many athletic activities. He determined that the camp was a great way to help people and have fun at the same time.
"No need to preach, Joshua. Let the girl have her fun." remarked a sly-looking woman standing between Joshua and Quinn.
"Yeah, Jojo, don't be a stick in the mud." Flann grinned. "You know all about my fun, don't you, Nao-chan?"
The woman chuckled, and grinned. "Of course, it's only natural that friends like you and I 'have fun' now and then!" The pair cackled in unison.
Naoko McAllister, creative director. Age 22, Naoko is in charge of all of the art activities in camp Hakkoumori. From painting, to wood carving, even making the occasional musical instrument, Naoko loved to create things, whatever they might be. She was good friends with Flann, and was her senpai in middle school, ditching the pretense altogether in high school. The two are inseparable in spirit, even if they aren't near each other.
Himiko spoke up. "Be quiet! The bus is coming!"
The charter bus rolled up to the bus stop in front of the town, and the doors pulled open to reveal the first campers to arrive.
~Meanwhile in the Forest~
BGM: Ageha
In a shady grove with sunbeams lighting up the forest floor, a young-looking man with black hair twirled a silver spoon in his teacup. While it was a teacup, it was mostly filled with milk, with a little bit of black tea mixed in for taste. The table he sat at appeared to have naturally grown from a group of vines weaving together into the shape of a Celtic knot, in spite of the oddness of the sight, it just seemed natural. The man was sitting on an oversized mushroom. Looking at the edge of the clearing was a large ring of similar mushrooms. A faerie ring as it were.
Speaking at nothing in particular, the man called to the grove. "Lady Dierdre, I'm sure you're present."
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