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Episode 9
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Corpse Party - Shangri-La - Romaji and English Lyrics
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Perfect Memento in Strict Sense - Child of Are
"Wow..."
Yuka Mochida was having fun seeing all of the sights.
Who knew that the TARDIS was big?
No, more than big. Big doesn't even begin to describe something of this scale.
It had been over the past few minutes to an hour she supposed ever since she got here. The old man with a silvery shade of grey hair, the Doctor he was called, had told the shrine maiden to accompany her and Kokuhaku Akaboji on a tour to the TARDIS interior corridors.
First, they noticed that the corridor appeared to be littered with locker rooms, signifying a school. Reimu Hakurei, the shrine maiden accompanying them, had explained that this place has served as a special type of school in the past that is known as TARDIS School. It's basically summer school, but it has all manner of fun that one could not get from your regular ordinary school. From what Yuka and Kokuhaku noticed from all of the pictures, there were many types of individuals smiling for the camera. Some in fact stood out to them such as...
"...!"
Ghost-like figures were present in one of the pictures. It was the picture of four ghosts, one of them smiling for the camera. Reimu noticed that the two women were afraid of the particular picture. In fact, Kokuhaku would nudge on the hem of Reimu's cuffs as she sttueringly pointed at the picture.
"R-R-Reimu-san...Wh-What are those...?" Kokuhaku asked.
Concerned and empathetic due to everything that these girls have been through, Reimu replied with a sad smile. "Akaboji-san, you don't have to worry about those four, especially the one in the middle. His name is Casper the Friendly Ghost, and those guys performing wacky-style expressions are just his uncles. Casper is the nicest among them, kinda like Dhruv whom you saw earlier, while his uncles are just annoying sometimes but they mean well," she explained.
"...O-Oh..." Kokuhaku said slowly, taking in the information.
"Yeah, you'd find that TARDIS School does not really discriminate between the living and the dead. Everyone is welcome here, girls. And I do mean everyone. Come on, there's plenty of other corridors to visit," Reimu suggested with a tilt of the head.
On another trek to the corridors, they visited tons and tons of rooms. Each room was unique in a way. Some were bizarre. Others were quite ordinary such as the various empty classrooms. And then there were...
"Meow. Meow. Meow."
The Persian felines were just walking around the corridors, four paws and all, minding their own business as usual, and greeting the girls with their meowing sound that echoes lightly throughout the corridor.
"Haaah! C-C-Cute!" both girls smiled as they see furry cuteness, counting at least ten of them in tight formation.
"Oh right, Persian cats are basically a thing around here. In fact, there's plenty more of these cats were that came from," Reimu explained with a smile.
"There's more?!" both girls shouted excitedly.
Reimu Hakurei figured that the girls needed some manner of unwinding from the admittedly traumatic experiences that the two girls have been brunt up with. And now she wondered her thoughts back at one Touma Kamijou, to which the armpit miko would tend to worry as this specific issue concerns the latter first and foremost.
Touma Kamijou is known for "Such Misfortune". And that would be severely understating it. It was worst when he was young as much as his backstory can attest to itself. When it came to unwanted harem shenanigans, Reimu Hakurei, along with her best friend, Marisa Kirisame, is considered one of the more sane ones in the group that would tend to break up any possible trope fight that is completely unnecessary and it never helps anyone. Well, she supposed that she and Marisa also have fights surrounding the spiky-haired young man, but even then, it was just playful banter and nothing mean-spirited. If by this, it meant that danmaku battles between them tend to intensify in order to relieve some potential stress. Sometimes, one tends to go out for stress relieving, especially when it concerns the job of a shrine maiden for keeping the balance of Gensokyo.
"(Sigh). I wonder what Touma and the others are up to now," Reimu spoke to herself as she watches the two young girls petting and playing with the cats who were all too eager to play with them, which is a good thing in Reimu's mind.
"I see."
Hibiki Tachibana, everyone's resident "Determination To Fist" type of girl, had been informed and brought up to speed in a concise manner about what was currently happening by both the Twelfth and Eighth Doctors, along with the five companions who provided their own explanations, and this was right after the students that Hibiki rescued were also lead into the interior of the TARDIS in order to join up with the other survivors. Hibiki in turn provided details on the last specific time she got whisked away and that there was this worrying prospect that had the five companions and everyone listening in quite concerned.
Hibiki Tachibana was simply walking through the city alongside Miku Kohinata as they went shopping for some clothes. One moment, they were walking. The next moment, Hibiki found herself alone in the dark and has had to transform into her armored gear in order to defend herself from all of the ghosts and monsters that seem to be crawling around the place. She in fact was quite terrified of this place the more she ventured through as she spotted dead body after dead body in mutilated fashion and in ways that made one sick to their stomach.
After what amounted to a few hours of searching for any possible survivors, she finally noticed at least a group of students that were about to get devoured by stick-like figures. Not on her watch, she thought determinedly.
"In that case, I want to help you guys as best as I can," Hibiki declared, her face turning serious. "Not only that but there may be a chance that Miku is in danger as well as she was with me before I ended up here."
"And we'll find her, Hibiki, and I'll be damned before anything happens to her," Kamijou reassured.
"Now then, we've gotten at least a few survivors out, but that still leaves more to be desired," the Twelfth Doctor remarked grimly.
"All the more reason we need to follow specific traces of clues that we need to crack," the Eighth Doctor explained. "And that leaves me and the five companions to walk towards this point on the map," he pointed to the particular location on the map which appeared to be that of a school hallway; a bunch of them in fact. "Yellow signals indicate that we head this way."
"Alright, let's do it," Kyon readied his revolvers.
The Eighth Doctor raised his eyebrow, unimpressed at the revolvers. "Oh...guns...How drawl."
"In his defense, he is-" the Twelfth Doctor tried to explain with an exasperated smile.
"I know, I know. He's a Gunslinger, which is a lot better than I can say for those who don't even know how to treat things in a responsible manner," the Eighth Doctor said simply.
"Dear," Rika Kamijou called out for Touma Kamijou who turn to the former, and the latter noticed that he was suddenly kissed on the cheek. "For blessings and good tidings," she said with a smile.
"Thanks, honey," Touma Kamijou smiled.
Dangers lurk everywhere within Heavenly Host.
It was quite obvious when one was to get a full look at the surrounding area. It wasn't just the dark corners that overlayed a sense of dread and horror. There was also the immensity of a burden too great to carry; the darkness that originated in a dark power that should not have been unleashed into the fabric of reality and came forth from an unreality phase that is an anathema to the normal creation and its kin.
Five companions, one Doctor. Dhruv Varma on the other hand was somewhere else, scouting ahead for any sign of clues and blending in with his surroundings.
Now, they venture into the unknown, all armed and ready. The Eighth Doctor barely carries anything except for his trusted sonic screwdriver or whatever lay within his pockets. For the man himself need no weapons that fired projectiles that can awe or maim the common masses. He had his will and intellect. They were the sharpest tools in his shed. He had survived for so long based on these finest of tools that he had sharpened from both the unfathomable sorrow and the experiences of many countless battlefields.
He feels the long cold dark, the anathema that made his metaphysical being stretched vast in shapes and forms difficult to comprehend for mortals. His Time Lord senses tingled so to speak, for as a being of anti-magic and a sensitive of the paranormal element, he can start to see and form disturbing patterns within his mind as he felt the pain and howling sorrow and regret of the many countless souls who lay trapped here for what amounted to an eternity.
"Lots and lots of souls down here," the Eighth Doctor replied grimly as he ventured alongside his future selves companions; caution overlaying their every step. The sonic screwdriver in the Eighth Doctor's hand overlayed a red light that shines brightly for all to see the dark, like a beacon of faith driving the monsters out at the hand of the Eighth Man Bound. "This place is staunched in the archaic blood of old dark magic, the likes of which seem utterly familiar to me, and one that my future self would no doubt agree with if he were here to bear witness to this."
"So we could be dealing with an eldritch type of magic then," Lelouch vi Britannia said grimly in a soft tone, his cape blowing swiftly with grace by his movements of walking forth undeterred, his fencing sword whose steel seem to carry a hint of white bright light that acts as a sort of beacon aside from the screwdriver.
"No doubt about it," the Eighth Doctor agreed with the assessment. "Still, we must take care as we try to venture these halls. From what can be found on the maps, there are hostiles that lay up ahead. Possibly disturbing at least one of them may have one or two more ganging up on us in mere spades."
"And I'm counting on that one," Kamijou grimly replied, readying his circular shield whose straps were being held to his left.
"I must say," the Eighth Doctor replied with a smile as he looks closely at the shield that Kamijou was holding firmly. And he took note of the way that Kamijou wielded it, almost as if he were experienced in the ways of warfare. "You seem to carry the shield as if it were your very own body part. You remind of me of a certain soldier who wears the flag of America, dashing in all of his patriotic glory as he spreads the concept of idealism, defense, and compassion for all during the darker days when hope was desperately needed."
"Do you mean Captain America by any chance?" Kamijou smiled at the comparison, although was also humbled, not comparing himself to such a great figure.
"Ah, so you've met him, judging by your tone," the Eighth Doctor smiled. "Originally speaking, you have never met Captain America."
"The Original Timeline, the one with me going through all of my adventures alone, that's what you're saying of course," Kamijou smiled grimly.
"Yes, I suppose so," the Eighth Doctor agreed with a grim smile, meaningful and precise.
They walk past a few steps upwards, spotting a lit candle that brightens the darkened corridor. They walk and trod upon the harrowed paths and broken wooden floors. The chasms of which were staggering to several feet under. Dimensions of length, width, and height seem to be all jumbled up in this place. All darkness with not a hint of light and love.
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Dies irae - Animation OST: Omnia Vanitas
Then they stopped at a certain classroom.
There was a presence there. It was miasmic and polluted. A swirling negativity that made the hairs of the skin stand straight. Warning signals were being felt by most of the companions. Five students, three male and two female, were seen just...walking slowly, sort of in a zombie-like state.
Kamijou begins to recall something as he sees them. It's like the information itself is being passed unto him as if it were some sort of RPG guide showing him exactly what he needed to take note of.
One word.
The Darkening.
"("It chips away at a person's core - sanity, reason, even identity - eventually destroying him. Nothing that made him who he is is left behind. Once it gripped your heart, you'll quickly succumb to despair and loneliness. The essence of what makes you human is literally eaten away, as if by worms. When this happens, the body begins to necrotize and the soul becomes as black as spent ash. We've come to regard this process as 'darkening.' And whosoever succumbs to the darkening becomes an inseparable part of the school itself. In rare instances, one may be able to avoid the full act of darkening, instead fated to be seared unbearably by intense, violent thoughts and emotions. But most of the time, his soul will be rooted here, and he will be cursed to wander these halls for eternity with no hope of passing or exorcism.")"
The five companions and the Eighth Doctor look at each other, grimacing in turn. The Eighth Doctor tilted his head, gesturing towards Kamijou's right hand where his Imagine Breaker was located. Kamijou nodded, knowing that his right hand is needed at this point. Based on what the Force was telling him, he may need to act quickly and decisively, take them all down at the exact same time without alerting any of the others. It was worth a shot. He'd rather not trigger a game over this early. The party had just started after all, with him as the genuine main course.
"("Alright, Sachiko. You want me to play? Let's play!")" Kamijou declared with intent.
And then, a sudden burst of speed came forth from Touma Kamijou, tapping into his potential within the Force, he is now capable of moving speeds in the blink of an eye. Everything else was now at a kind of standstill as his four companions and the Eighth Doctor appeared to not move at all. Although, Kamijou doubted about the Eighth Doctor being frozen in superspeed as a Time Lord like him can see clearly enough, the law of motion be damned.
He took the first step. And another. And another. And he was moving so fast that you could barely see him coming. He was raising his hand towards the nearest student which was a female with short brown hair. A second later, he planted his right hand towards her face. One-touch. Then a shattering sound occurs as a bright light begins to engulf her face. After one is down for the count, he heads for the next few students remaining, touching all of their faces with his right hand. A bright white light shines out to them as if they were being purified of the miasma that was unnaturally attached to them based on negative emotions and feelings that were amplified to an unhealthy degree.
A bright white light engulfs all of the students as time suddenly becomes normal. The Eighth Doctor, presently witnessing this spectacle in stop-time couldn't help but be amazed as he sees the utter ease that Kamijou had managed to subdue his opponents.
"("Dear Rassilon! He's using the Force!")" the Eighth Doctor thought in awe as he can definitely see the change between the Touma Kamijou that he knew and the Touma Kamijou that is standing right in front of him.
From what the Eighth Doctor could recall from the Original Timeline, Touma Kamijou has never been recorded to make use of the Force, much less use it effectively in combat. The speed that Kamijou had used would remind the Eighth Doctor of how the speedsters of the DC Multiverse move faster than almost anyone else. This isn't just your run-of-the-mill Jedi or Sith basic usage of the Force. It's the Force used to its full capabilities.
And he sees Kamijou standing tall, his right hand raised as his left hand raising his circular shield, and his body is almost as if he were performing an iconic stance that had already made its mark in history.
As the light disperses and the screams of the students faded little by little as they fell to the floor unconsciously. The other four companions, seeing that their de facto leader had taken care of the students, most of them feeling the miasma going away from the room as if for an instant they were purified of the negative swirling corruption.
Kamijou gestured for the four companions to check up on the unconscious bodies, seeing that the close is clear for now, to which the companions nodded back as they make haste towards the bodies of the students. The Eighth Doctor simply walked towards the room, smiling in amazement at this turn of events, while also concerned and intrigued as to how Touma Kamijou manage to use the Force in its fullest capacity the way he did.
From what the companions can tell, they seem to be unconscious. Alive but unconscious. The negative vibrations are gone from what they can scan from their wristwatches.
It may seem to be over...
But...
"Oh, onii-chan~"
There was that echoing voice that resounded throughout the classroom that sends a shiver down Kamijou's and everyone else's spine. That familiar voice sounded like a pure angel that wanted nothing more than to congratulate her dearly beloved man for doing a job well done. But there was also that hint of malevolence and intrigued, and there was that shock that however subtle was nevertheless still there as a multitude of questions came upon the mind of the vengeful girl dyed in red.
How on earth did her beloved onii-chan gain such powers?
"I must admit, I didn't expect you to have superpowers on the fly. How exciting?!"
There was a hint of praise and amusement which was accompanied by a subtly dark sense of humor like it was savoring the nature of the game and was dying metaphorically and ironically for a challenge.
"You may find that I'm full of surprises, Sachiko," Kamijou declared confidently, his eyes and tone narrowed. His eyes in fact were becoming slit-like, like that of a lizard. No, not a lizard, a dragon. And they were pale yellow and sharp like a snake.
"I see. I see. I see."
The ghost dyed in red smiled at the sheer prospect of a challenge.
"Then..."
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"?!"
Kamijou and the others widened their eyes as they heard the roaring sound that came from across the hallway.
"You wouldn't mind if I take this up a notch, onii-chan?! It's just like the game of tag that we use to play?! Don't you remember?! S.O. T.A.G.! Y.O.U.'R.E. I.T.!"
"Well shit," Kyon said in a deadpanned as he brings out his revolvers.
There was a roaring sound that appeared to be coming close from the dark hallways. Actually, there appeared to be a fast train of footsteps that were running fast. And they were coming right for them.
"We have to barricade the doors!" the Eighth Doctor exclaimed as he went away a few meters from the door.
"On it!" Conan Edogawa said as he begins to throw a couple of boomerangs that begin to curve towards the doors of the classroom. Suddenly, the boomerangs exploded, and a pile of rubble would eventually take its place.
The rubble may not be enough to keep whatever is going to come near them. And so, Kamijou begins to raise his right hand and telekinetically pushed all of the wooden chairs at the doors, barring any form of access.
"Ok, so be barred access to all of the doors and now we're all trapped here with a couple of unconscious students. Now what?" Sota Mizushino asked, raising his Ride Booker in gun mode and raising a card that has the words "ATTACK RIDE: BLAST" in order for him to insert in his belt just in case.
"First things first, we take care of the students and send them back into my future self's TARDIS where it's safe," the Eighth Doctor said as he begins to raise his sonic screwdriver and point it at the unconscious students. Automatically, all of them were disappearing little by little as they begin to disappear as yellow-white particles seemingly engulf them. Now they were there, now they weren't.
"(Sigh). Well, that's one last thing left we need to worry about," Lelouch sighed in relief.
"Still doesn't change the fact that we're still trapped here," Kyon deadpanned. Then he and the others begin to hear something from the doors. The sound of something clawing out of the debris of rock and wood. There wasn't one. There were two and three and four and many of them. It was a horde. From what they can see as if in a mere glimpse, it appeared to be a couple of stick figures with claws as sharp as a predatory animal and whose eyes were bloodshot red, rage and hate were felt as the darkness became apparent.
The five companions and the Eighth Doctor's eyes narrowed at the sight of them. Kamijou was breathing in and out as he begins to clear his mind and focus on himself from within.
He is calling for someone.
"("Lord IT, it's time.")"
He was calling forth an ancient power that has yet to be seen before. Aside from the Force, there was one thing that Kamijou has up in his sleeve. It was something that he had also been well acquainted with and trained and honed as if it were a part of his body. A giant reptilian creature, ancient and powerful. He was his partner and teacher in the ways of making use of his inborn power, knowledge, and wisdom.
It was time to call forth the Dragon.
And so shall it be.
"("So be it, Imagine Breaker.")"
The sound of a Dragon was heard. An Invisible Thing unlike any other. He was all and he was none. There was a presence that resounded with an ancient roar that managed to keep the hordes absolutely still for a few moments and felt dread. Some in fact who were nearby were cowering in fear.
As for the vengeful girl dyed in red who was simply watching the festivities with a malicious smirk in her face...
"...?!"
She felt a power unlike any other. It was something hard to describe her. Was it her dead imagination or was it not the fact that she had just heard a dragon's sound coming out of her beloved onii-chan. There was an adverse psychological reaction that came forth to her in a personal and metaphysical way despite being so relatively far from the chessboard. She felt fear. No, more than that. She felt dread. It was something that lay totally beyond her. In fact, from the dragon's roar, it resounded throughout the endless halls, echoing its roar for the creatures of the dark to hear for themselves. The dimension itself shook at the mere vibration of the roar that resounded deep beneath the soul of Touma Kamijou. And it came forth from another pocket dimension. A prison zoo for the reptilian creatures of legend, myth, and folklore.
The Eighth Doctor and the four companions heard of it as they begin to widen their eyes.
"("Was...Was that a Dragon's roar just now?!")" the Eighth Doctor thought as he was amazed at the scene that he had now just bared witness to.
And now...
With the power of the Force and the blessing of the Dragons that lay dormant, Touma Kamijou, his iconic shield on the ready, begins to raise his right hand slowly in a simple gesture. But there was something wrong. It was the eyes. Kamijou's eyes were pale yellow. And they had slits that reminded one of the snakes. It was like Touma Kamijou was now officially the most dangerous snake in the room and he now has the power to make sure that the denizens of the dark would know the true power of the Dragon King.
For was he not The One Who Purifies Gods and Slays Demons?
He clenched his fist. A crunching sound followed. And it came from many of the stick figure creatures that were gathering outside. And now...
"...!"
Kamijou begins to dematerialize his iconic circular shield and raise both hands, telekinetically blasting the monsters away from random directions, turning the entirety of the area into a bloody pulp. And then, Kamijou raises both hands and spread them out, sending many countless numbers of the stick figures out of balance, crushing them all down. Their guts and innards and other internal organs were spattered throughout the dilapidated wooden floors and walls.
And thus, the horde was decimated in an instant.
The four companions and the Eighth Doctor were just staring at the spectacular scene with amazement. Kamijou looks back at them as he said. "Guys, we should keep moving and try to look for any survivors or any clues.
"Right," the four companions nodded seriously.
Somewhere from the dark corners of Heavenly Host...
"...!"
There was Sachiko Shinozaki, speechless for what amounted to the very first time in a long multi-looping millennium as she had just bared witness to something extraordinary.
Her onii-chan had just thoroughly decimated all of the monsters that were hurled his way. It was just one simple raising of the right hand. A mere gesture. And then, bam! The stick figure zombies suddenly became peels of a metaphorical watermelon, watering the wooden floor with their own crimson blood.
Her onii-chan had gotten stronger since the last time she had met him, that she could tell that much.
She wondered as to what she had just experienced. A kind of psychological attack that shook her entire dimension in a way that made her recoil in dread. Whatever that was had to lead her to think to not underestimate this BEING that lay dormant within her onii-chan. She felt that the game had changed. No longer was there a powerless young man with just a simple right hand unlike before. No, there was something different this time.
And...
It made her feel excited. It made her feel a kind of orgasmic pleasure that she hadn't felt in a long long long while. Oh, she is going to enjoy and savor every single moment that she could spend with her beloved onii-chan now that he had become such a powerful opponent. Now she wonders as to what else was her beloved onii-chan hiding from her.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."
The sound of demonic laughter shook the room that she was occupying. She smirked viciously as she relished within her darkness with a kind of unnatural sadism that one could not help but shudder.
"Oh onii-chan~ I love you so very much~ Now this is quite the present that you have just given me for this night~ Oh we're going to have so much fun now that you are so big and strong~ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I want you! I want you so very much, onii-chan! Hehehehehe~"
"...!"
Leon S. Kennedy, Gilead S. Burgundy, Mitsuki Yamamoto, and Shiori Fujiwara look up above as a few little stones from the ceiling begin to fall the moment the sound of r roaring Dragon was heard throughout their corner of the building which was an old dilapidated classroom. Surprised expressions was commonly seen in front of their faces as they all heard the sound of the roar not a moment ago.
Leon and Gilead slowly look at each other, wondering whether or not it's what or who they think it is. And if it is, then well, they would definitely need to meet up with the source behind all of this.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Gilead asked, giving a knowing look.
"Yeah," Leon said, raising his sidearm, indicating that he was ready for action.
"Jou-chan," Gilead looks at Mitsuki. "We might need to make a run for it. If the roar is what I think it is, then one of my old friends is no doubt nearby." He turned towards the ghostly Shiori, nodding in a gentleman-like manner. "If you would excuse use, jou-chan."
Shiori nodded with an understanding expression. "Of course."
"What the hell was that?!"
Yoshiki Kishinuma, a young man with bleached, somewhat-spiky hair and gray eyes, wearing a dark gray gakuran fully unbuttoned, white shirt untucked and partly opened, red shirt, light gray socks, and white uwabaki slippers with blue stripes near the soles, exclaimed in a loud voice, shocked at the sudden roar that was heard throughout the entire building.
Together with his classmate, Ayumi Shinozaki, a young woman with long brown hair styled into two pigtails, held with red hair ties and blue eyes, wearing a tan-colored sailor outfit with blue-collar, light blue cuffs, yellow ribbon held by a blue brooch, blue pleated skirt, white knee-high socks, and white uwabaki slippers with blue stripes near the soles, along with their teacher, Yui Shishido, a young woman in her early twenties with brown, medium-short hair and purple eyes, wearing cyan earrings, a pink blazer with a hot pink shirt with underneath, an indigo skirt, black high-heels and a necklace with a panda ornament.
All of them were shocked as they heard the sudden roar that begins to rumble throughout the corridor where they were all standing.
It was a sudden shift between the close space that they were standing on. The corridors and the walls would seemingly break apart like a jigsaw puzzle.
"Kyah!" Ayumi screamed as she tumbled, slightly falling to the floor.
"Shinozaki!" Yoshiki exclaimed, managing to grab her by the arm and pull her up.
"Everyone!" Yui exclaimed, her worried expression seeping in from her graceful face, her right hand raised.
A shattering sequence occurred spontaneously. The walls and the floors were moving on their own. Everything was shaking both up and down like an unnatural earthquake. Like pieces of lego, the walls and floors begin to come apart and form multiple roads that made the three tumble down from the ground.
"WOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Everyone was tumbling down, with Yoshiki holding Ayumi by the waist as they tumble down and shift to another space. The space in fact was no longer a school building. In fact, it felt more like a village if anything as there seem to be village houses nearby. There were a few raindrops coming down on top of them. The rumbling thunder was felt and heard from the skies as the color of white lightning was found in the grey clouds.
What was more noticeable, however...
"...!"
There was the sound of gunfire. But the sound effects felt strange. There was a mixture of an anachronism within the sound. It was like one shot came from a revolver while the other was that of a high-tech gun. It was right nearby, a few meters in walking.
And from what they can see for themselves. There were still school hallways found from multiple sides. It felt grotesque and off with the rest of the scenery. And then they spotted something...
"Keh!"
They spotted something rising up from the ground. It...It was a ghost. His face appeared to be more Indian looking, a young man that appeared to be their age, a bullet hole was found in the center of his chest which already appeared to have dried up, with nothing left except a big gaping hole. He seems more bewildered and annoyed than anything.
"(Sigh). I leave them alone for like five minutes and already something appears to be happening. That's Team TARDIS for ya," Dhruv Varma said.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ayumi screamed out loud, crawling back a few meters.
"Hmm?!" Dhruv was blinking his eyes in surprise as he heard the sound of a girl screaming. And it was right nearby. He turns to his right to find three individuals who were clearly scared and alarmed out of their minds, one of them being the more obvious. "Woah, woah, woah, easy now!" he said, raising his hands, gesturing that he means no harm. "I'm friendly! I"m friendly!"
"Eh?" Ayumi uttered bewilderingly.
"Wh-What?" Yui uttered softly, her expression a bit bewildered.
Suddenly, an explosion occurred in the background.
They all turn back to find someone breaking through a window as the sounds of glass shards was heard, jumping from a few meters from what appeared to be the third floor, and landing safely with ease, followed by a horde of stick figures.
A young man with spiky hair, wearing what appeared to be a blank white eye mask with a modified rectangle mirrored lens, a black hoodie jacket, an orange Chinese dragon logo that is centered around a black t-shirt, black active performance track pants, orange utility belt and grey gloves, black socks, and black-white Shaq Attack basketball shoes. He was carrying a circular shield that he was using to whack a couple of stick-figure monsters that were heading toward him, hitting them from the front, back, and center and sending them in random directions. And then there were the sounds of shattering glass as he uses his right hand to pulverize the zombies in a single blow. One-touch of the hand seem to break them apart like shards of glass and crimson blood and organs came out.
In other words, it was a literal blood bath wherein one man was consistently winning against the tide of the enemy stick monsters.
"What the hell?!" Yoshiki exclaims in shock.
But that wasn't the weirdest part...
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Symphogear XDU - For The Sake of Saying "Welcome Back"
"...!"
Everyone suddenly hears something from a distance. The beautiful voice of an idol singer. And it was coming from above.
Purplish lasers were seen to fire from the skies, annihilating the horde of stick monsters.
Explosions were heard and felt like the ground shuddered. The audience looks to the sky and sees what appeared to be a young woman with green eyes and shoulder-length black, with a white bow tied around the back of her head, keeping part of her hair away from her face in a half-updo. wearing an advanced armored idol techno-dress that was dark purple and white with various sharp edges from the face, head, and other parts of the body.
Touma Kamijou, punching a monstrous stick figure in the face which evaporates into mere nothing, notices the familiar voice and face as he exclaims in surprise.
"M-Miku-chan!"
There was nothing except a heartfelt song that came forth from one Miku Kohinata who like Hibiki Tachibana would sing as she does battle. It was like a valkyrie entering the realm of horror and damnation, bringing light and warmth and hope to those who have most in need of it.
She makes landing with a joyful and relieved smile on her face as she still sings to her heart's content. She launches a pair of armored gauntlets from both of her hands and obliterates a lot of the abominations that were heading for Kamijou's location, mostly clearing the area of any hostiles.
After ending her song, she smiles lovingly and brightly as she said while sprinting toward the spiky-haired young man and embracing him.
"Touma!"
And with Kamijou reciprocating in turn.
The three survivors of Kisaragi Academy and Dhruv were simply just watching from the background, the former three were looking at the girl with awe and wonder while the latter could only smirk and respectfully remain silent.
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ED Song:
【ARTERY VEIN】Confutatis no Inori (Full Version)【CP Blood Covered】【Eng Lyrics】
Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:
The Twelfth Doctor - A: Peter Capaldi
The Eighth Doctor - A: Paul McGann
Main Companion Protagonists:
Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe
Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa/Night Baron - VA: Minami Takayama
Kyon - VA: Tomokazu Sugita
Sota Mizushino/Kamen Rider Decade - VA: Daiki Yamashita
Lelouch vi Britannia/Zero - VA: Jun Fukuyama
Main Love Interests:
Rika Kamijou (née Furude) (Past) - VA: Yukari Tamura
The Club Characters:
Satoko Hojo (Past) - VA: Mika Kanai
The Nine Characters:
Yuka Mochida - VA: Eri Kitamura
Yoshiki Kishinuma - VA: Yūichi Nakamura
Ayumi Shinozaki - VA: Asami Imai
Yui Shishido - VA: Miyuki Sawashiro
Main Enemy Characters:
Sachiko Shinozaki - VA: Ikue Ōtani
New Characters:
Miku Kohinata - VA: Yuka Iguchi