WEEK 5: CYOA (Ange, Mob, Izumo, Hua Cheng)

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[ On Thursday morning, whatever these four were doing, wherever they were, the next time they enter a room or cross the bridge, they will find that it did not quite lead them where they thought it would.

Unless, of course, they were entering a forest, in which case they might just accept this as being the same one. The trees here are tall though not that wide, growing oddly twisted, in a mix of pink and green leaves, with vines between the branches at times. Odd fruit grows on some of those. The forest floor has no immediate path, only odd bushes with tall and wide leaves, though the dirt is otherwise mostly clear. Just like the forest in the northern area, if they're silent for too long here, the wind will start to sound like whispers...

There is a faint light out in the distance in the woods, though what they can see of the sky is dark without any stars. Should they look behind them, the sky turns an odd yellow tint. What will they do? ]

What a wonderful world...

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[ When Mob wakes up, he finds himself waking up on his desk at school, feeling a little like he just experienced an odd and exhausting dream. A fellow classmate laughs and says it's no surprise he's so tired with his packed schedule. They say this warmly, fondly. The bell rings.

As the day goes by, Mob will be greeted similarly by everyone he meets. Students young and old greet him with enthusiasm and wish him a good day. Some of them call him senpai. Teachers say, completely unprompted, that they wish more students were like him. Several kids invite him to join their club. He'll also realize his body feels a little... different? Powerful, somehow. Hm. Mysterious.

He'll even get a very personal greeting when a young girl comes up next to him and quickly pecks his cheek after squeezing his hand, making him promise to join her for lunch. My mod powers tell me he would not respond, and so I will continue describing this.

It's a nice day, isn't it? A great day, even, isn't it? Everyone has been nice. Everyone likes him. If he ever goes and checks in a mirror, he'll even find that he is shredded. That he has an eight pack. But... the entire time, he'll have this niggling feeling in the back of his head. This isn't right. This isn't how things are. Should... any of this be happening?

While he's pondering this, he will eventually see an odd silhouette gliding through the halls, heading towards the roof. ]