(ooc: Despite the canon title, this is a horror game. Character info & content warnings in journal.
(Between canon point and memory alteration, Yuri is behaving substantially less timid than usual. How quaint!)
wrong track
[Yuri ought to be panicking.
[Lightheaded. Ravenous. A cacophony of sound and broken glass, figures strewn throughout the car. She wants to find someone; can’t recall who. In the pocket of her blazer, cell phone nestled as usual, retrieved, hijacked by one voice or another—neither trustworthy, surely both listening. A switch; orange, blue, orange, blue, mocking; she contrasts both options thoroughly, fixated, differences in tone noted, memorized, clues in an ever-unraveling horror, blood roaring—
[She’s so entranced by the damn phone that she walks right into you. Typical teenager.]
Ah, I’m… sorry…
[An initial sputter, and then it trails—as if questioning the need for apology at all. The device blips; Keigo considers you an “ally.” It considers everyone in this train an ally.]
Are we… familiar?
carriage return
[There’s no need to run blindly into the fray. Yuri can later be found lingering in the train, whether haunting the cabin, sifting through luggage, or eyeing the dining cart. She has no interest in being the first to die; other people can pick through morsels beforehand, long before Yuri peels herself from the wall.
[Still, hunger gnaws. If you don’t catch her watching, she’ll be rummaging through the supplies herself. A luggage solid enough to kill a man is pulled aside, stocked; but this isn’t just a supply run. Yuri pilfers through the stores with intention. Looking for something....]
under the light(cw: violence, sexualization thereof)
(note: Location, and by extension the specific demon, is a wildcard. If you don’t have a preference, I’ll randomize it!)
[Anticipation snaps, one way or another. There’s no point in stagnation. Yuri has left the train, and every twitch of adrenaline has been building towards this moment: a demon, entangled with the young woman; in her hand, a knife, ornate patterns marred crimson—whose blood, lost in the motion. The gouges are relentless. COMP dropped nearby, buzzing furiously; something—friend, foe, worse—close, close, close.
[Would you like to interfere?]
[obligatory wildcard]
(Hit me up via journal PM for a custom starter! I don’t use Plurk.)
Yuri | Doki Doki Literature Club!
(ooc: Despite the canon title, this is a horror game. Character info & content warnings in journal.
(Between canon point and memory alteration, Yuri is behaving substantially less timid than usual. How quaint!)
wrong track
[Yuri ought to be panicking.
[Lightheaded. Ravenous. A cacophony of sound and broken glass, figures strewn throughout the car. She wants to find someone; can’t recall who. In the pocket of her blazer, cell phone nestled as usual, retrieved, hijacked by one voice or another—neither trustworthy, surely both listening. A switch; orange, blue, orange, blue, mocking; she contrasts both options thoroughly, fixated, differences in tone noted, memorized, clues in an ever-unraveling horror, blood roaring—
[She’s so entranced by the damn phone that she walks right into you. Typical teenager.]
Ah, I’m… sorry…
[An initial sputter, and then it trails—as if questioning the need for apology at all. The device blips; Keigo considers you an “ally.” It considers everyone in this train an ally.]
Are we… familiar?
carriage return
[There’s no need to run blindly into the fray. Yuri can later be found lingering in the train, whether haunting the cabin, sifting through luggage, or eyeing the dining cart. She has no interest in being the first to die; other people can pick through morsels beforehand, long before Yuri peels herself from the wall.
[Still, hunger gnaws. If you don’t catch her watching, she’ll be rummaging through the supplies herself. A luggage solid enough to kill a man is pulled aside, stocked; but this isn’t just a supply run. Yuri pilfers through the stores with intention. Looking for something....]
under the light (cw: violence, sexualization thereof)
(note: Location, and by extension the specific demon, is a wildcard. If you don’t have a preference, I’ll randomize it!)
[Anticipation snaps, one way or another. There’s no point in stagnation. Yuri has left the train, and every twitch of adrenaline has been building towards this moment: a demon, entangled with the young woman; in her hand, a knife, ornate patterns marred crimson—whose blood, lost in the motion. The gouges are relentless. COMP dropped nearby, buzzing furiously; something—friend, foe, worse—close, close, close.
[Would you like to interfere?]
[obligatory wildcard]
(Hit me up via journal PM for a custom starter! I don’t use Plurk.)