TFF Rising: Halloween Havoc

[Zenithos]

The World Tree Plaza, TFF Academy, 31st October, 5.30 PM, TFF Standard Time

It was a bright sunny afternoon, a really beautiful day by TFF's autumn standards. Most of the students have just finished going about their club activities and were looking forwards to relaxing amongst their peers in the street cafes lining the World Tree plaza.

The leaves in the gigantic boughs of the huge World Tree above rustled, signalling the passing of a gentle autumn breeze. A few skirts lifted, to the general whoops of approval of the guys and the embarassed shrieks of the girls in question. Whether a certain Negi Springfield had anything to do with it was yet to be seen.

There were the usual TFFA spectacles to enjoy watching too - the occasional ninja battles above the rooftops, a number of mechas leaving contrails across the sky, Suzumiya Haruhi running after more potential yet reluctant SOS brigade members....it was just another typical day at TFFA...

Or so everyone thought...

You were just lounging in your seat, enjoying your cup of beverage of choice amongst your peers, when you overhear a few snippets of a conversation going on next to you.

"~you hear? Naruto's giving up ramen and is now shunning anything orange."

"That's not half as weird as this...though it may have something to do with it. I heard Sasuke suddenly got it into his head that he needed to get a life and the first thing he did was go confess spontaneously to Naruto."

"You think that's weird? Ichigo asked Ishida out. How the heck did that happen?"

"Well, we've always had our suspicions on Raito and L, but now that they've made it official all of a sudden..."

"Not to mention Itsuki and Kyon...."

...something was definitely not right. You shift uncomfortably in your seat as you look around, suddenly feeling an uneasy tension build up in the air around you. This is TFF academy, a haven safe from the hateful hands of the yaoists....or so you thought...

Well, something like this has happened before. You know that. And experience immediately tells you peek out from under your table's parasol to look up at the sky to see whether or not the metaphoric crap has hit the metaphoric fan.

A dark cloud spirals above. You see the ominous spiral slowly gyrate around the apex of the TFF HQ. Well, obviously, something was afoot. And it being halloween AT TFF, you realize that the natural conventions would make it such that something really terrible would happen at the stroke of midnight.

As if things weren't terrible enough already...

You try and make up your mind on what to do. There are many options, off course, that present themselves to you - You could get to the bottom of this and save your yaoi-free haven, you could take advantage of the situation to spread chaos and ruin, you could just pretend to ignore it all...

You see others around you making up their minds as well. Obviously, it's going to be yet another interesting evening at TFF. But whether or not there'll be a morning to see is all up to you.

PERVERTS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

A figure steps out from under an overhanging eave on a building and stares up at the sky. He frowns, and shakes his head. "Not good. Not good.... The timelines are getting shot to hell..." he muttered as she stalked away.

 

[Zenithos]

There are better ways to spend a Wednesday evening. This wasn't one of them.

"Repeat after me, slowly...." Zeni smiled a very radiant, serene smile, down at the fear-ridden face below her. "I...will....never....talk....about....yaoi...in....public...again..."

"B-B..." The face gibbered, looking around at the limp bodies strewn all over the demolished cafe, before looking back up at the dark livid orbs staring down into his soul from above. In them he saw how very short his existence could be if he didn't hurry and do as he was told. "I-I will...gulp...never t-talk about y-yaoi in p-public..." He said, shivering. "...P-Promise..." He added, with slight hope.

"Good." Zeni nodded, pushing the poor boy back onto the floor where he immediately collapsed in a crumpled unconscious heep. "Rule 7 of TFF - no more high school yaoi fics, I can't stand it anymore." she sighed, shaking her head. "When will people ever learn..."

She looked up at the sky. "Again? Well, looks like there's no pumpkin pie this year." She sighed yet again before noticing that a lot of eyes were currently focused on her.

"What? You've never seen somebody relax over a cup of coffee?" Zeni asked, picking up her school bag. "Oh, Happy Halloween." She added, dropping a cheque on the table and nodding at the horrified cafe owner.

"Well then, time to trick or treat." She nodded, surveying the other cafes lining the plaza. Surely somebody else has noticed what's going on...and realized the potential profit all this could bring the more enterprising TFFA students...

"Now who should I drag along...?" Zeni smiled a faint yet knowing smile.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

The man walked through the streets of the Academy untill he reached a cafe that let out rooms, where he resided. Going up to his room, he opened a box, and drew a highly polished and customised Browning Hi-Power 9mm. He tossed the gun from hand to hand for a few moments before tucking it into his jacket. "If it gets as bad as I fear it will be, I'll need this.." he muttered.

Walking out onto the streets, he spotted a girl looking around from the other side of the road.

 

[Epsilon]

Pain...

That was what Epsilon felt when he regained consciousness. He quickly sat up from the bench that his body had been lying on and focused himself to regain his settings.

As he looked around, he wondered if he was in another part of the TFF Academy that he had never been to before. He also came to a few conclusions.

The good news is that he escaped in one piece from the MQCE avatars Barasuishou and Kirakishou with that Planeswalking spell he had been able to cast earlier.

The bad news is that he has no connection with the DITE, his fellow DITE members and has been seriously compromised in terms of his data manipulation abilities. He isn't even sure what powers he could still use here.

Then he noticed the dark cloud in the sky and felt the malevolent waves of energy from within. That energy must have caused his Planeswalking spell to dump him here rather than the realm of Serra where he had intended to go.

"You still with me, Glory?"

"Affirmative," replied the incarnation.

"Then let's go find out what's up around here. Something seriously stinks in the air and it ain't Hollow poop..."

 

[Zenithos]

Everything has suddenly gone silent. You feel a rather uncomfortable chill in the air as everything suddenly grew a shade darker. The Ninjas and other miscellaneous warriors who had been duking it out on the rooftops before had stopped mid-move, noticing the abrupt change in the atmosphere.

You suddenly feel a tingle in the air, a smell of wet burnt tin and copper assaults your nose. Yes...it was the typical smell of a magical discharge. You knew the smell well. And if there were magical discharges, you knew that there was a huge source of magic accumulating power somewhere.

TFF HQ, TFF's proud citadel, the final bastion against the yaoist invasions, was now a mere shadow against the murky orange sky. In a few moments the sun would be setting completely. Something tells you that when it does, all hell will break lose.

You look around and assess your situation and options. What will you do?

 

[zerohour]

Zero sighed as he watched the warping sky, "I hope that's not my fault... experimenting with the fabric between worlds is always risky, but I thought the duct tape would have solved any problems..."

As he wondered about the what and why of the phenomenon, a dark shadow rose up behind him.

"What? "NO!!! BAD NEO SHADOW!!! NO HEARTS FOR YOU!!! BACK IN YOUR CAGE!!!"

Zero's furious gaze (combined with a few whacks from his trusty stickblade) made the formidable Heartless quail, and return to its cell.

Minor crisis averted, Zero began to gather his research materials, any necessary equipment and weapons, and made sure to secure his trusty stickblade as well.

Whatever was about to happen, it was going to be bad, and he was damned if he wasn't going to be ready.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

Agent 5896 slid into the shadows of an awning, and loaded strange looking bullets into his pistol. The 9mm glowed for a moment, as intricate golden patterns covered the frame, and the grip changed to an ivory-white. "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes...."

 

[knight_of_ni]

Nikolaus glanced around the currently blood splattered lab, remains from his latest attempt to create a zombie army to do his bidding.

Really, he didn't know why the other students ran away, he told them he had it under control, and they could have the lab as soon as he was finished cleaning up.

Really, the least they could do was offer to help.

"ah...ah...hehehe....ah, damn," a rather short professor panted out, weezing a bit before finally gulping down some water from a bottle he held within the confines of his lab coat.

A short burst of growls and grunts in place of the words that Nikolaus meant to say informed him that he had indeed transformed at some point. A short period of time elapses with the only sounds being that of the shifting of bones and organs.

"*cough*, so what do you need, I really would rather finish cleaning this mess up," said Nikolaus, while he began lifting another corpse into the disposal unit at the end of the lab.

"What do I need! What do I need, this whole place has gone to the fangirls, haven't you noticed man!"

"umm....aha....well, damn. That can't be good,"

 

[Legendary Legacy]

A grinning face stared back at him from the mirror. It wasn't perfect yet, he was still coming off as more a deranged lunatic than a playful trickster. Maybe it was the glasses...but he needed those...

Oh well, it would have to work. Time to practice lines.

"Sore wa himitsu desu. Sore wa himitsu desu. Sore wa himitsu desu. Sore wa himitsu desu. Perfect!"

And now, the finishing touch.

He carefully placed the purple wig over his mess of wavy brown hair, and took a step back to examine himself.

What he saw was a 96.8% perfect replica of his own lord and idol, Xellos Metallium, thrown off only by the afore mentioned glasses and slightly psychotic grin.

"Oh yeah!" Legendary Legacy, or LL to just about everyone else, shouted gleefully. "That costume contest is all mine!"

Picking up the replica ruby-ord staff that he had bought for no small amount of money on e-bay two years ago, the self-proclaimed Master of Mockery swaggered his way out of the bathroom, stopping dead in his tracks when he got a good look at his new surroundings.

"Ara...?" he muttered, taking in the darkened sky and swirling clouds, feeling the magical forces in the air around him. Having not been a resident of the TFF world for very long, he couldn't be completely sure, but if he had to venture a guess, he would have to say that something was wrong here.

"Question: What would Xellos-sama do in a situation like this?"

...

"Answer: Find out the cause of it and, if it doesn't cause a problem for him, then go ahead and make it worse for everyone else!"

He glanced at his watch. 5:30. Three and a half hours before the costume contest was to begin, and that meant three and a half hours to raise Hell!

Grinning like the trickster priest that he was impersonating, he ran back to his table, strapped his trusty laptop to his back, and ran off into the darkening world.

 

[kingdark]

After a week of travelling, I finally reached the gates of the Final city, the last defense against the horrible treath of yaoi...

I look at the sky, and notice the disturbances in the sky. That's strange I whisper silently, I wonder if this is a good change for my thieving buddy to appear....

wizz, was sleeping on my shoulder, so I couldn't send him to scout for potential targets...
I sighed. Maybe tonight isn't such a good time, I should go to the academy, register there and look up if there is some sort of explenation for this phenomenon...

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

5896 walked along the road, but suddenly, something made him stop and turn. Looking down an alleyway, he spotted two huddling figures, speaking in-

5896 scowled, and drew his pistol. There were two gunshots, and he walked into the alley, hauling a pair of unconcious girls out a minute later.

"Damn Jihadists... I swear, if they try anything with MY favourite fandom, heads will roll..." he muttered, dropping them in the middle of the road and tying them up with a length of rope.

 

[kingdark]

I kept walking into the city, people hurried to do whatever it was they needed to be doing.
Strange...
Again that same thought! Damn I thought something IS going on, I wonder what... Tch, no matter though, I'll make sure to stock up my potions.

I finally entered the academy and after a bit of paperwork, I had a key to access most school area's except the more dangerous lab's.
I smiled in amusement, there were few security systems that had really kept him out... Umbrella security was one such example...

I walked trough the many corridors of the school, and entered the library, more precisely history.

The first and most important thing I had to check, if something happened like this in recent history...
With a low beep, the computer registered my key card and the door zoomed open, to reveal a dark room, only for the lights to activate when I stepped into the room.
I spotted a computer and entered a simple search phase


//Search: Recent history\\


I took a seat near the fire place and took a look outside the window... The phenonemon was increasing in both power and magic, I estimated I had barely a few hours left, before I would check the city out...

I sighed. I had forgotten to restock my potions... Oh well I sighed, I better check the dugeons first later tonight....

 

[Zenithos]

The smell in the air was an insult to Zeni's vampire senses. "Guh...this can only be coming from the most unholiest of magic...magic that even the noble vampires deign not use..." She muttered as she quickened her pace across the plaza.

She stopped abruptly, walked back a few paces, before pausing by the entrance into a rather small street. "DAA, is that you?" Zeni asked the figure who was bent over two other rather limp-looking figures in the middle of the street. "....Ummm...I didn't know you were into that kind of thing...Your frequent Barney Calhoun impressions are weird enough but this takes the cake..."

 

[OutSider_66]

Sitting up right and nearly falling from the branch I was currently using as a spare bed,
I slowly raise my eyes to the dark foreboding clouds.

"What the hell?"

Feeling a prickling sensation at the base of my neck as if someone was crazy enough to dance at my grave.

"My yaoi senses are tingling."

Quickly jumping down from the branch I was perched in, I hastily makes my way to the school grounds.

"Must find cover,"

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

Agent 5896 looked up and smiled, slightly embarrassed. "Oh. Hi Zeni..... This isn't what it looks like, believe me... To be honest, I've.... not been entirely truthful about myself, have I?"

 

[Epsilon]

"You found some familiar faces? Good stuff! Where are they?"

"Near an alley about 1 kilometre west from here. I warn you that they are different from what you may recall."

Epsilon adjusted his glasses. "Hey... I ain't gonna complain. Maybe they can help me get a few answers." He briefly tested his legs to see if he could still perform his version of shunpo, sonido or whatever it was called lately before taking off like the Roadrunner.

When he arrived, he heard a girl making a comment about the young man's strange hobbies, probably relating to the two unconscious girls. It was at that moment, he realized what Glory had meant.

"I see you must be Zeni and Abramczyk-sensei's counterparts here..." The Chinese youth paused. "Er... I mean no offense with this question, Zeni but you're not really a guy trying to pass off as a girl here, right? I mean... since you did the opposite... sorta in the last world..."

Zeni could only twitch while 5896 howled out loud in laughter.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

5896 put his gun in his belt and nodded, crossing his arms. "Got it in one, kiddo. Well, sort of. My name's Clarke. James W. Clarke; the guy you know as David Alan Abramczyk is a facet of myself. As for myself, I'm with the TIIA."

 

[locke69]

"You know what, I really wish I can keep my mouth shut. Just yesterday, I was joking with a few fellow students in the IT division of the Academy about Dead Rising, and what do you know. I find myself leaving through the science wing and walking into a room full of zombies. Or at least their remains."

The student that was cleaning up the remains looked up at me, clearly annoyed. "Oh don't let me stop you from cleaning. But I do have a question. What cleans... whatever you call dried blood off of floors easier then water?"

 

[Zenithos]

"The last world?" Zeni gave Epsilon a long, steady look. "Oh, you're really THAT Epsilon? Well, it's been a while. I mean, we all took you for dead when you dissapeared 5 years ago while fighting the MQCE." Zeni walked a full circle around Epsilon, looking him up and down.

"But....you don't look any different from then. Well, then again, you're a DITE agent." Zeni nodded, satisfied that this was indeed the Epsilon she had met in the previous world. "I will ignore that last thing you said, for old time's sake. I decided that I'd save you all the drama in case Eterna-chan decides to show up at some point."

"Anyway, DAA..." Zeni turned around again to face the Time Agent. "....well, since when have you been truthful anyway? I remember the time you promised to take us to the Central Dogma and led us to a broom cupboard instead." Zeni paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, before shuddering as she remembered who was in said broom cupboard and what exactly said person was doing.

"Forget that. DAA, your hobbies are your own business. But I don't think these girls would find it too comfortable out in the streets, especially since...." Zeni stopped as the last of the sky's orange glow drained away completely. "...it's...almost...sunset..." She finished.

She looked around, nodded at both DAA and Epsilon and said, "Well, gentlemen, it was nice meeting you, but I for one don't want to stay out here in the streets for too long. You're welcome to come with me, but if you want to stay then here is where we part." She said as she picked up her pace down the street. "And try not to die! I might find a use for you two yet!" She added before focusing herself to the task at hand - to get to cover ASAP.

 

[Legendary Legacy]

"Oh Xellos-sama, not these things!"

LL hadn't made it far toward the HQ when he found himself stopped by three very ugly creatures. He felt the air again, knowing for certain that whatever was directly responsible for causing this strange imbalance wasn't the things before him, but as he stared at them in curious displeasure, he knew that they could very well be linked to it.

All had pale skin, two blistered with a rash of acne, the other incredibly saggy against its plump frame. Their eyes were vacant, non-seeing things, and their hair haggard and oily. Sharp fangs stuck awkwardly from their mouths, the braces on one of them proving useless to straighten them in the slightest.

The clothes, rather the parts of the clothes that weren't ragged and covered with dirt and decay, were vibrant and happy looking, the shirts containing elegant phrases such as "I HEART YAOI" and "MPREG 4 EVA".

LL cringed as they began calling out in hoarse, gravelly tones.

"SEMEEEE!"

"UUUUKEEEE!"

He sighed. Zombie Fangirls. It just HAD to be Zombie Fangirls that he would run into, didn't it? Oh sure, they were a horrible creature, a menace to all things pure and good in TFF, what with their insipid logic about slash pairings, the way they multiplied like rabbits on Cialis, and above all the way they never seemed to die no matter how much fire you burned them with...

"Nevertheless!" he shouted, allowing his eyes to open for the first time since putting on his costume. "I have previously read about your kind in well over a dozen different fics just in the Naruto Fandom alone, which makes you...A CLICHE! And as such, I have no choice...but to MOCK YOU!"

Whipping out his stainless steel covered laptop, he sat down, opened a word document, and typed.

 

[Zenithos]

They are coming. And you can not hide. For where there are shadows, they are present.

As the last of the sunlight slipped away from the world, you realize that it is now an hour when shadows prevail.

You watch as all around you the shadows lengthen and slowly shape themselves. Some form ghastly forms of what you can only guess are heartless. Some seem to form insiduous versions of hollows.

And some were suddenly torn apart halfway across the middle, forming large gaping, drooling mouths. You watch as these particular shadows slowly form a textured, ragged skin around themselves as they start to moan and screech 'SEMEEE...UKEEEE...'

It has begun. The Yaoist invasion has begun.

You realize that the only way to survive is to find safety in numbers. Some of you believe that the power of friendship will get you all safely through this dark hour. While some of you might believe in the usefullness of cannon fodder. Either way, grouping up seemed like the best option at the moment.

 

[Mick]

Putting down my soda I walked over to my motorbike. After seeing the wierd condition in the sky I started to remember my first go around from..before. This time I resolved not to do anything crazy and make an ass out of myself! This time no fooling around.

Unfortunately looking at the gas tank It didn't look like I had much left. Ah hell better to not risk it and walk it from here. I'd look for the local gas station later to fill up on petrol later.

Heading towards the tff building I noticed David and some others walking down the road. I was about to call out to them until I noticed the area starting noticing 'things' appearing in the area. Whatever the hell they were I'd be damned before I call them over here. This bike's too expensive to risk these freaks trashing it.

All the same I just walked the bike quietly behind them and tried to prepare myself in case things got out of 'hand'. That's when I noticed us being surrounded by what looked like...an rather...wierd looking bunch...

"Ok..what the hell are these freaks up to?" I mutter to myself holding on to my bike with one hand while putting the other hand on my scythe.

 

[Legendary Legacy]

LL looked up from his screen, once again back in his Happy-Xellos Mode. Two Undead Yaoiists had been reduced to piles of liquid ectoplasm, having had their existences verbally and physically made fun of until their very structures were unable to handle it any longer.

He held off on his self-gratification, however, when he noticed that the third Zombie Fangirl had risen back to her feet, seemingly unharmed.

"That's impossible! Nothing can withstand the awesome power of my Mockery!" His eyes widened. "Unless..."

The remaining zombie stared up at him, and it was only thanks to his own reflexes that he managed to teleport a few feet to the side, avoiding the creatures eye contact. In a flash, his laptop was resheathed, and he was bolting back toward the academy.

The personal entertainment of causing untold amounts of chaos (as well as taking first place in the TFFA Costume Contest) would have to wait, right now there was only one thing for him to do.

Find powerful allies to hide behind.

No way in Hell was he going to try dealing with an Undead Mary Sue all by himself.

 

[Solarman]

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