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a. A day in the life

Welcome to yet another day at Vanderhall University. The sun is up, the trees are green, and it’s a little cold but not all that bad. Go to class, or don’t! It’s your day, to do as you want on this perfectly normal college campus that has nothing wrong with it. Clearly.

b. When the clock strikes twelve...

It’s college. Almost no one is in bed by 10, 11, or even midnight. Currently it’s 11:59, and many students (and non-students) are out and about. Some are at the library, working on late night projects or cramming for a test (or several). Some are probably a little, or more than a little, drunk, wandering around with friends or alone. A few might be in their dorms, watching Netflix or just trolling the internet.

But then the clock strikes midnight...

...and suddenly, everything changes.

That computer you were working on, or that phone midtext? Shuts off. It looks like it’s died, but looking around... no technology around is working. Worse, any people you were talking to, or who were even nearby, are now replaced by coffins according to their height. The moon hangs pale and large in the sky, and the entire world is cast in an eerie green light.

Anyone who’s left awake will have maybe a few minutes to take in their surroundings and panic as a result before something else appears. No matter where they are, they will attract creatures like nothing they will have seen before. Even though they’re completely foreign, anyone with a work sense of self-preservation will have their instincts screaming one thing at them.

Run.

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"It's called a Shadow; now come on." Naoto isn't going to leave the alley before making sure he's leaving, gun still aimed to try and drive it back if that's needed. "Explanations will have to wait until we're somewhere safer."

Note that she doesn't say 'safe.' She's fairly certain no such place exists in the dark hour.

Another step back, and another. He's listening, he's just - he's not turning his back on that thing, because holy shit.

"I'm holdin' you to that."

Because explanations? Yes, please.

(That's probably good- no enemy advantage for this Shadow.)

Naoto will wait until they back up enough to reach the end of the alley, eyes on the Shadow before she gestures for Casey to pick a direction and run. She's got the long range weapon, here.

As much as running has never been his style, this night's been weird enough that he's not sure he can really complain about it too much, and the prospect of getting some kind of an explanation probably means more than his pride. So he takes off - in the opposite direction from campus; he knows the neighborhood a little better than he knows campus proper, being as scholastically uninclined as he is.

He knows the terrain and he knows the hiding places, that is to say.

Naoto... admittedly doesn't know as much about the off-campus areas as she does on (a mix of being a freshman and a workaholic), but she'll follow the guy anywhere- she wants to make sure he doesn't run into anything there, either. But once he's slowed a bit she'll ask, "Are you alright?"

"Fine. It didn't get the chance to bite back."

Yet, anyway. No saying how it would've gone if they'd stuck around any longer, but -

"What the hell was that thing?"

"It's called a Shadow," Naoto replies, glancing around to see if there's any more in the area. Luckily, it seems that they're safe for the moment- there certainly aren't as many roaming around as there usually are in the dungeons of the Midnight Channel... or she would assume, Tartarus. Does that mean there's somewhere they gather here, too..?

"Okay. So the hell's a Shadow?"

Naoto sighs. She really wishes there was a better explanation. "It... varies, depending on where you are. The simplest explanation that applies to them all is that they're manifestations of darker human emotions."

"...like, in general? Or does one showing up like that mean something about who it goes after first?"

Because he's got plenty of darker emotions, especially on those nights when they bother him enough that he's out playing vigilante. This thought is a little worrisome.

"No, nothing like that," Naoto says, shaking her head, "The last time the Dark Hour occurred, the emotions were specific to those who had lost the will to live. But... that is not consistent across all Shadows." There really is still so much they don't know, and even though the exact emotions ruling the Shadows probably would not help, it is frustrating to have that gap.

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i hate describing shadows XD

:'D

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