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WHO: Sora Inoue, Orihime Inoue, OPEN
WHAT: Hector witnesses the hollowfication process. Shortly afterward, Orihime seems to be suffering from a severe clumsiness disorder. So many accidents, so little time. What a klutz! ...Or is she?
WHEN: February 3rd for Hector and Sora / February 4th - 13th for Orihime
WHERE: Feb. 3rd - Soleil / All other dates, she can be anywhere.
NOTES: I'm listing a few examples of Orihime's accidents, but can easily make up more. Feel free to spot her just before it happens, afterward, or even resting up at the infirmary in some cases.

Ghosts usually couldn't be seen during daylight hours, and for ordinary people, this remained the case when Sora trailed several dozens of yards behind his sister as she made her way toward Soleil. She didn't seem like she noticed him there, and that wasn't unusual. But it still left a little pang of loneliness in his heart.

So he floated after her, the sun having just barely sunk below the treeline of the woods, when he saw a flash of color between the trees. Sora stopped, squinting. The figure's face was familiar to him, he could have sworn...

It was that boy. The boy who ran off into the woods with Orihime on some evenings to train together in the woods, the one she'd danced with in the snow, the one she looked at with so much warmth and admiration... But why was he slinking about like that? He didn't like it.

The boy appeared again, drifting between the trees, and stopping to turn and stare at Orihime. Sora frowned and drifted closer. Peter. That was what she'd called him, wasn't it? Why was he just watching her like that? It was suspicious. He made up his mind to follow Peter, and see what he was up to. If he was deceiving his sister all this time, then he'd...

...

He couldn't do anything, not as a spirit. But that skeleton man, Hector, seemed able to dwell between both worlds. He would tell him, pass on the warning.

Peter turned to stare at Sora. His eyes were flat and empty...almost too wide apart as if each eye was fixed on either side of Sora's head. There was something so chilling about that expression that he stopped immediately, hesitated, and floated back in spite of himself. What was this...?

It's not him.

The realization came too late. There were five shimmers in the air, monstrous hulking creatures with eggshell-white masks covering horrid faces. Their eyes glowed as they watched him shrewdly.

"Devour that man's heart."

Sora's face drained of color. That voice... No...! No!

Desperately he turned to run, a scream of horror ripping out of his throat -- a scream that no one else could hear outside of the dead.

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A. Hit and Run in Soleil - Reserved for Fakir

[A sudden squeal of tires precedes a sickening thud and soft tumble of a body on the pavement. The van jerks back, steers around the girl lying in the street, and tears down the road before anyone can realize just what happened. And there's Orihime, dazed, her sack of groceries scattered over the ground as she slowly pushes herself up and sucks in her breath. Her arm hurts, and it feels like her leg is on fire. Just visible below the hem of her flowery skirt is a nasty mottled bruise. And yet, despite just being hit by a car, she starts gathering up the scattered produce and putting it back in her bag.]

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B. Stairway - Reserved for Yuya

[What's white and brown and white and brown and white and brown? An Orihime falling down a flight of stairs. When she hits the landing, she skids a little and groans...and only takes a moment to massage her knee before she starts getting back up again with a dizzy wobble.]

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C. Woodland Training - Reserved for Gon

[This isn't the first time a branch has broken when Orihime was practicing with her web shooters. She thought she was getting better, but she seems like she keeps misjudging the sturdiness of the limbs the shoots for. That's not so bad. ...But when there's a loud creaking groan, she looks up, wide-eyed, as an enormous oak topples forward to squash her. And just like the car, she can't seem to move or avoid it.]

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D. Even in the Classroom - Reserved for Nina

[She's just sitting by the window, chewing thoughtfully on her pencil eraser when the wind outside picks up. It's howling hard, and it's an eerie sound...just before the window shatters and sends shards of glass exploding straight toward her.]

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E. Look Out Below! - Reserved for Tatsumaki

[Walking to and from class isn't safe either. Every time her path leads her near a building, that seems to be the time sheets of frozen snow or dangerously sharp icicles just happen to drop off of the roof, either to clobber her flat or barely miss the startled student.]

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F. Near-Drowning - Reserved for Bumblebee

[She found that she enjoyed swimming after her last visit to the Legionnaire Quarters, and she's pretty sure the water will feel good on her aching and bruised body. She rents and changes into a swimsuit, leaps into the pool, and practices her strokes. But on her third lap, it feels like something hooks around her ankle. She looks back, trying to kick it loose, but she can't really see anything. It jerks her down below the surface. Orihime struggles, scissoring her other leg, even reaching down to blindly fumble for what she can only assume is some kind of netting, but there's nothing, nothing, and her lungs are starting to burn...and her throat...it's all so crushing...]

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G. Everything Else

[If it can go wrong, it does. Flowerpots fall from windows. Gas leaks from stoves just waiting to ignite into a fiery explosion. Ice that should have supported her weight cracks and threatens to drop her into icy water. If there's such a thing as a Grim Reaper, one has to wonder just what the hell Orihime did to piss it off with this amateur week-or-so of Final Detination accidents.]

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--Orihime! [Yuya doesn't miss the thuds she tumbles down, and he turns to see her collapsed at the bottom of the staircase. He rushes to her side immediately, reaching out to try and grab her arm to help her get stable.] Are you okay?! What happened?

[There is a split second of aghast surprise. And then Nina does the first stupid thing that crosses her mind and just. throws her desk in front of the sharp glass. Not all of it is intercepted, but enough is.]

Hey! Come back here you jackass!

[Fakir shouted at the driver in german, too shocked by the sight to remember to switch languages as a crowd gathers, before he turns around to see who was hit... and he knows her, and quickly kneels to try to keep her from moving]

Don't get up - you just got hit by a car! You need to get to a doctor. Now.

[Fakir is still speaking German]

WATCH OUT-!

[Gongenzaka typically trains alone- not because he prefers it or anything, he just...trains in fairly extreme manners for most. Most people just. Can't lift what he can.

But the woods are a handy place for that, which means that Orihime is not alone- especially since he was already drawn to her location by the sound of something in the trees.

And when that sound becomes a creaking groan, he runs.] ORIHIME..!

[Orihime, sadly, might just have been tackled. However with a loud grunt, she'll find that's the last thing to be worried about- Gongenzaka is on his hands and knees over her, the tree cracked and now resting over his back as he strains.] Ngghh...Hggkk...

He was quite literally dead to the world during daylight hours. His body motionless and his brain shut down. Nothing could rouse him any earlier for anything. He woke whenever he woke and that was just the whim of death, he always supposed.

But the days are getting longer and sometimes he even wakes just a bit earlier than he'd expect, granting him the oft missed sight of sunset. He's got classes to TA for, things to do, various people to check in on, but for such a rare sight, he takes this time to head out.

The sun itself is gone, but he can still see the light and color on the horizon. The sunsets are the same here as they would be in Santa Cecelia and he likes that thought, that idea that in a few hours his girl will be watching the very same sunset. Maybe he could write about that. The sunset, the way the light danced upon the leaves of the trees, the way it reminded him of her, the hope of seeing her, renewed with each night, the tap of his cane going like a steady pulse.

For a moment, his thoughts drift from her to Sora, to Orihime and having been able to unite the pair, if only through him. It warms his heart and brings a guilty pang in one-- for someday, he'll be going back home and on that day he won't be able to commune for those two anymore. Hopefully, they would be able to work something out for themselves.

And that's when he hears the scream. He stops, a chill going through him. No one around so much as lifts their head, which means only one thing. Unthinkingly, he runs to the source of that noise.

"Sora?! SORA!" What could make a dead man scream? He wishes he didn't know all the many hundreds of answers to that.

He skids to a stop at what he finds when he turns the corner. He's not sure what he actually thought he could do though when he finally spots the man, scrambling from not one but five of those monsters. He's got no power but seeing this and being here.

Edited 2019-02-03 03:12 (UTC)

[Bee's over by the punching bags, hitting and kicking away at one, when he hears Orihime struggling. He yanks off his gloves and runs towards the pool, fumbling with removing his shoes mid-charge.

Diving in, he looks around, trying to see where see where she is.]

[Today was the day GV had agreed to meet with Orihime to show her some of his rune inscription work, to show her things, and even begin to work on some of the gear he offered to her. The good news was that material costs were already covered, so the only limiting factor to it was time!

And that suited him just fine. Together they got off the bus near the Anvil of Hadur, where much of the rune inscription work was best done, including facilities for students to work at.]

Well... here we are. I have a couple of projects I'm already working on for myself that I can show you when we get in, too. I think you can even help me with one, if you're willing.

[Nana is out and about on campus -- to no particular surprise -- but there is a look of shock on her face as she looks up. From the music room, there is a loud THWAAAAAAAAUUUUUM -- a misplayed note on a tuba.

And then a crash. Shards of glass go raining down, as... as a tuba, somehow, is launched through the air. A single cry echoes:

"CURSE MY FLAME AND MY ABILITY TO BLOW AIR AT SUPERSONIC SPEEDS...!"

...and the tuba is crashing down for a head of red hair. Nana shouts, and then leaps with a surprising athleticism, trying to bodily tackle Orihime away from the three story tuba drop.]

LOOK OUT!

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Er...

[She blinks, surprised and a little embarrassed that someone else saw that. Sheepishly, she points past her shoulder toward the stairs.]

...I fell? I'm okay, though!

[Bruised and dizzy, but she doesn't think she broke any bones. But that was so weird. It feels like someone pushed her, but there's no one up there. So she probably just tripped.]

I didn't look very cool, did I? Ha ha!

Yeah, you fell. [Yuya'a brow knits with worry. He follows her gaze up as well, as if there's something up the stairs besides clumsiness that might have caused it.]

You didn't twist anything, did you? Can you walk?

[Orihime's arms come up defensively, her eyes squeezed shut. When she opens them, she can feel a couple of sharp stings on her hands, and there are a few freckles of bright scarlet on her sleeve.]

[But the desk definitely got it worse. There's one particularly large shard of glass buried half an inch into the wood, meaning that was one hell of a gust of wind if it could do that to an expensive and well-crafted piece of furniture.]

[Orihime exhales the breath she didn't realize she was holding, and turns to find that Nina is the one who is now deskless.]

Th...thank you! Your reflexes are amazing!

[Orihime lifts her head. Oh no, he's swearing at her! ...At least, that's what most German sounds like to someone who doesn't speak a word of it. She blinks at him, perplexed and still a little dazed. Oh, it's Fakir.]

Oh, no, I'm okay! It's just a little bump.

[She beams and reaches for a box of crackers.]

These will be pre-crumbled and perfect for soup now, ah ha ha..!

[The wind gets soundly knocked out of her as she impacts the ground, then stares up at him, uncomprehending.]

G...Gongenzaka...?

[Then she realizes he's still straining. The tree fell on him. And he's holding it up...!]

[Suddenly alert, she pushes at the ground with her heels as she tries to scramble out from underneath him, then throws her shoulder against the tree, straining with all of her might to help him get it off. It's...pretty useless. She's strong for a girl, but certainly not abnormally so. If she has to...if she has to, she'll break the tree with Tsubaki, but maybe he was just struggling to keep it from falling on her. He gets two seconds, and if he can't get out by then...]

Sora runs. It doesn't seem like a ghost should have to pant for breath, but Sora's gasping, his eyes wild with terror as he flees, and stumbles, and scrambles to get away.

Those five heads turn to follow him, watching the man's flight passively.

"Are you going to let your meal escape?"

The voice is one Hector's heard before, even if he can't readily see the source. Two of the Hollows stand upright. The tusks one one mask extend, snaking out like living whips while the rubbery arms of another Hollow do the same. Both pairs of appendages snap firmly around Sora. His arms are firmly pinned to his sides as he thrashes and struggles.

"No! No! Please, no! Oh g--"

All five are on him. They move faster than the eye can follow, surrounding the young man and hiding him from view. The screams turn from panic to strangled, wet sounds of pain. The creatures' backs bob as they lower their heads, frantically feasting.

Then Sora isn't screaming at all.

[She's not hard to find. In her frantic attempts to free herself, the swimming cap is pulled off, and her chestnut hair flows all around her.]

[But she's weakening. She thinks she can see someone swimming toward her, and she tries to stretch her hand out to him but he's so...far...]

[A stream of bubbles leaves her mouth as she stills, hovering helplessly at the bottom of the pool. But there's no visible sign at all as to what's keeping her down.]

[The moment Bumblebee reaches her, there won't be any further resistance, and he'll find she's easy enough to pull up out of the water.]

I'd love to see them!

[The interior of the Anvil is probably shockingly warm compared to the chilly high altitude of the outdoors, and she's eager to get inside...so much so that she's already tugging off her gloves.]

I really wanted to take the Runes class, but it was full. So next semester.

[Her eyes light up at his offer. She can actually help him?]

Yes! I'd love that! I'm a complete amateur but I'm told that I learn very fast!

[Reaching the front doors, Orihime pulls one open, and just...stands there for a moment, relishing the warm air that rushes out and past her face, rippling the tails of her sunny yellow scarf.]

Ahhhh it's so nice...

Sometimes, despite death, certain things lingered. He knew this. He could breathe and feel like he was suffocating, like the strain in his own breath with all this. He could feel pain, like the pain in his splintered arm, fading with the distance he's put from it but still there. He knew full well that despite death, there was plenty to be afraid of.

A chill goes down his spine at that familiar voice, freezing him still in place. They haven't seen him yet and a terrible part of him wants to run in the other direction at that alone.

But from his place he sees them catch and ensnare Sora. He starts forward, one armed, a cane in his only hand, but it's too late before he even takes that next step. Sora's cut off pleas go on his own head. Oh god. Oh god. He hears the man being torn apart and he backs up behind that wall, breath going to hyperventilate. He drops his cane, hand covering his mouth, unable to move in either direction as Orihime's brother screams in agony until he can't anymore. He's seen death before, even among his primos, his fellow dead, but it doesn't get better and this...? They're eating him. They're... they're all transformed ghosts and they're eating him. He feels as though he'll be sick.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sora.

He chokes back on a sob when the noise dies out aside that disgusting feasting. Trembling, he picks up his cane and dares peer around the corner, knowing he won't want to see what's there either way, but compelled all the same.

[It's the one event that could honestly and truly be called an accident, the result of nothing more than coincidence and bad luck coming together to shake hands.]

[Orihime glances up at the sound of breaking glass, instinctively wincing as she was cut this way just a few days earlier.]

[A tuba?]

Oof!

[Something small and banana-scented crashes into her, throwing her off her feet as the instrument pounds into the ground right where Orihime was standing. She raises her head, heart thumping in her throat, then lets it fall back down again.]

...ah ha ha ha ha...!

[She can't help it. Her tense muscles go lax as she lies there on the ground.]

I'm so grateful... I didn't want my obituary to read 'Student Blows It Big Time!'

[This is no giggling matter, but there she is, doing it anyway.]

[The hulking, bulbous bodies stop jostling each other, and the moment Hector goes back for a second look, all five of them abruptly flee and vanish.]

[Sora is still there.]

[He's not lying in a heap the way he should be, and there isn't even any blood stains on his navy blue suit. He's hunched over and clutching his stomach, shuddering violently. His crossed arms can't fully hide the perfectly round gaping hole through his middle.]

[White gunk suddenly spills out of his eyes. He screams, and more ivory goop burbles out of his mouth, obscuring his agonized countenance save for two dark round spots and the gaping jaw below. The screams become choked and wet, and his body begins to twitch and convulse.]

[And change.]

[The suit splits down the back as the seams are torn apart by a strong and sinewy back. His bulging arms burst out of the sleeves, and his legs stretch and meld together into a long whip-like tail. His hair hangs lank and greasy over an angular white mask as he throws his head back and howls. He doesn't sound human anymore.]

Probably!

[That's...not very reassuring, is it? So she lets go of Yuya's hand and takes a few test steps. Her hip aches where she landed on it a few times, but other than the bruisepocalypse she's sure to notice tomorrow morning, everything seems to be working okay.]

Yes, I'm all right! Just a little woozy from spinning so much. Sorry I worried you! Anou...where did I drop my books...

[Yuya lets her walk, eyeing her critically... but she really does just seem to be bruised, and nothing worse. Yuya's had tumbles like that before, so his shoulders relax and his expression softens to relief.]

I'll help you grab them. [Yuya glances around, circling to try and find where she dropped her books to help gather them--hopefully somewhere nearby, but he'll check the stairs if it's necessary.]

He's... not sure what he's seeing there. Did Sora beat them off somehow? But he heard those noises... those noises that...

He almost calls out the man's name. He thinks it, at least, but it gets choked off in his throat and dies there. He can see the hole going though the man, but he doesn't comprehend it. Not until he's got to bite back a scream of his own as Sora horribly and abruptly changes.

It's no easy shift like his own power. He can see it, hear it, tearing the man apart inside and out. And then, after forever and yet so fast, the monster that was Sora howls.

He doesn't wait a second more. He turns for the dorm, not looking back. That thing... it was hunting the dead. It was hunting the dead and turning them into monsters and those monsters were... they were trying to... oh god. Oh god.

That was Orihime's brother. That happened to Peter's Tío Ben. And if he wasn't careful, it was going to happen to him. The moment he shoulders through the doors to the Aube dorm, he immediately falls against the wall and slides down. The children here might see him like this, but he can't stop it. His body shakes with fear and tears run down his face and the scenes of just moments ago replay again and again in his head. He had to warn her... to warn Orihime... to tell her that her brother was just...

Futilely smearing the tears on his face, he rises up. No... no he can't. There had to be a way around this. There had to be something he could do. Ekkehardt said they'd need to break the curse before. So, maybe, he just had to beat the monster in charge. The one that crushed his arm. There were people who could help, he remembers that, but the names slip from his still-panicked mind. Except one, a name Ekkehardt didn't mention but more important in this moment than the others.

Imelda.

He needed to warn Imelda. If he couldn't beat this thing then she needed to be ready. For anything.

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Thank you!

[There are three. One's near the base of the stairwell which Orihime is already picking up, and running up the stairs to get the second. But the third isn't too far from Yuya's feet, a few papers half-falling out from where she tucked them into the front cover. One of them is a sketch of a dress with notes pointing out various alterations and cuts to take into consideration, the faceless model wearing bracers that, if Yuya is familiar with them, look an awful lot like web shooters.]

[There's also some arrows pointing at the skirt with neatly written notations like 'hang crowbar here!' and 'baseball bat on this side!' The hair looks as if it's been erased and re-drawn a few times, but the style hasn't been chosen. The model remains bald.]

[The second piece of paper, just behind it, is slightly more interesting. It looks like a drawing of a prince in pantaloons with a cape and a crown...swinging from a web. Brown hair, brown eyes...now who could that be?]

[Yuya scoops up the third book, the papers slipping out as he does so. He fumbles to catch them, straightening them and looking them over to make sure they aren't damaged--and a little bit of curiosity. He shouldn't snoop, but since he has them in front of him...

He knows someone with web powers, even if they're just some mysterious masked vigilant. He jerks his attention up, then follows Orihime up the stairs. He holds the papers on top of the book as he offers it to Orihime.] Here. Is that Spider-Man?

[She reaches out for the books with a smile, but freezes in place when she realizes that her drawing is right there. ...Oops.]

...I'm not sure!

[Didn't Maya refer to Peter as a spider-man once? Is that his secret crimefighting name? She's starting to blush pretty vividly as she takes the book back and hugs it to her chest.]

Th-thanks. You've met him before?

[It's a dumb question. Peter is so friendly and outgoing, she's not sure there's a single person on campus that he doesn't know.]

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Stairwell

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WOODLAND TRAINING

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