Shangri-La • Private, Job

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

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Stab. Glug. Squish.
"Hng. Hmg. Nygh!"
The two strange sounds mix together, amplified within the narrow, dark hallway of the rotting school building. One, could be called human, cries ripping forcefully through their throat, like they were struggling. The other, maybe not so much, consisting of gurgling and bubbling sounds, like someone was repeatedly punching into a pool of water.
Almost nothing could be seen, at least not the details. If you were to place your hand in front of your face you would only be able to see the shape of it, a darker shade of black against the air's already black color. Only when flashes of lightning illuminated the building through the windows for split seconds at a time could anything be made out. And even with that, the color was mostly washed out. The white light of the lightning plastering itself on instead.
Crash.
The lightning struck with a tremendous crash, vibrating the weak wooden floor boards as a roll of thunder soon followed it. With the small amount of time the lightning lit up the hallway, figures could be seen on the ground, sprawled out in various poses and positions. Still black, for the most part, for they were too far into the hallway for the light to reach. But anyone who looked close enough could see multiple gashes and cuts on each one of the lifeless bodies, crimson blood still oozing out slowly into small pools... Like they were fresh. Before the hallway was once again cloaked in heavy darkness soon after.


But neither the thunder nor lightning affected the two noises. Despite the interruption they continued as powerful as before.
Stab. Glug. Squish.
"Hng. Hmg. Nygh! Die! Die die die die die die!"
One of the noises turned into a feminine scream, laced with malice as they were spat out forcefully.


Until finally, both noises ceased. Only the raindrop hitting violently against the cracked windows and a strange, thick dripping sound was left to fill the darkness. Even though the area was nowhere near free of any sound, the sudden stop of the two loudest was quite eerie. It would have made anyone’s nerves tense and stomach turn in uneasiness.
Something dropped, landing against the floor with a dull thud. Shallow breaths exhaled and inhaled raggedly. After a few moments, the breaths slowly turned into chuckles sounding from the person’s throat. And after a few more moments, the chuckles formed into a burst of laughter. High-pitched and breathy, growing louder and louder with each passing second, echoing throughout the cold hallway.


…


She could not remember exactly how she got here. One moment the young musician had been in her kitchen, washing the dishes that managed to pile up over the day. The next, as she fluttered her eyes open, she was no longer in her own home… But some place unfamiliar.
There had been a sensation of falling. That was as much as she could remember. While moving over to place the cleaned plates back into their respective places Astrid had definitely felt the familiar sensation of losing her footing and her body automatically bracing itself for the impact of a fall, like it normally did when she was being her usual clumsy self. But despite this, she had not made contact with any sort of surface, like she thought she would. Instead, there was this strange vision of her kitchen getting further and further away from her, as if her floorboards had opened up and swallowed her whole.
The slayer had awoken to a throbbing sensation in two parts of her body. A dull pain on the side of her skull, and a warmer tingling near her ankle. Her first reaction, after opened her crimson optics, was to grab her head and slowly rise herself from her laying down position so she would be sitting upward.
“Aie…” The girl groaned, her mind pulling itself in and out of fuzziness. She clenched her teeth together, the strange and painful feelings managing to catch up with and shake her body. To try and sit up more, the ace tried to slide her legs under her. Though she was met with a wall with fiery pain shooting through her ankle down to her foot
“Aie!” She hissed, features curling in pain, eyes squeezing tight.


What had…. Happened? The violinist couldn’t seem to open her eyes at the moment while the pain force them closed. But everything felt a little… Off. The pain, her surroundings. For the few seconds she had looked around, she was no longer in her kitchen, or at least the pain was making it look that way. And yet, she did not look long enough to really spot anything that caught her attention. Nothing seemed familiar. What was happening?
Pushing down upon her ankle to try and force the pain to stop she clenched her teeth together, shaking her head, hissing.

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After rolling the people who are currently in the same spaces are “Iza and Ita” and “Elyx and Astrid”. This means they can only interact with those people physically.