#yukitori

[insomniac-jay]

Some Young Heroes Kids

Yukitori Yukihara (Top left) is the son of heroines Snow Maiden and Owlette. His Quirk is snowy owl which mixes Snow Maiden's Avalanche and Owlette's Owl together.

Yukihana Yamaniwa (Top right) is the daughter of Jack Frost and Scarlet Sage. She's a middle schooler and plans on becoming a doctor in the future. Her Quirk is called Frost Flower.

Atlantia Kaijura (Bottom) is the eldest daughter of Orion and Aquanette. She works as a Pro Hero and jazz singer. Her Quirk is Underwater Treasure.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @julieemarine

[pythonissam-despair]

❧ Welcome to the Game | Labyrinth Discovery CH.2

With the motive weighing heavily on the everyone’s shoulders, a few hours had managed to pass with relative peace. What many have turned their attention to instead are the mysteries beyond Cheshire’s Pass. With Bridget defeated yet again, more powerful Witches with their claws deeply sunk into their territorial claims are there to greet brave adventurers.

It’s the group of Yukitori, Nene, Moriko, Fuyu, and Yukio that come stumbling out with something more than just Grief Seeds and Grief Fragments...

With them stands a tall young man with dyed hair in a charming knight’s outfit. He looks around warily as he transitions into his civilian form to watch the party. Nene’s the first to speak up after offering Moriko a much needed shoulder following the tiring ordeal.

"... Um, is everyone doing alright after that? Haruki-san, do you recognize this place at all?"

Looking around the crossing, the man named Haruki runs a hand through his hair... 

"Nnno...? I don't think so..."

"So, uhm. You got a place to stay?" Yukio asks Haruki.

“It might be safer if you come back with us, at least for now. Um, unless you know a way back!"

"I don't..." Pausing he just shakes his head. "Uh... yeah. Sure."

Yukitori, watching this, chimes in.

"New friend! Rad!"

But as the party starts walking, they’re barely given a moment to breathe or a chance to get far... Looking up, they notice Chuubey is sitting on a perch above the group, staring at the new guest.

"I wasn't expecting more company. Is this another soul who has wandered in unable to leave? Or were they here before you? No matter, it makes no difference to me. Whether they know this or not, they're stuck here with the rest of us.”

“Welcome to the game, Haruki. I'll be letting everyone else know shortly."

And with that Chuubey jumps from their perch and walks into the mist. Minutes later, everyone’s Rosepads ring with a new notification.

[Hello everyone. While there's no body to be found today, or extra push to kill I'd like to remind everyone that the only way to leave is to accumulate grief through murder.]

[With that said... it seems we have a new player in this game. Welcome Haruki Kitamura.]

[NPC DISCOVERED: Haruki Kitamura, former SHSL Bassist]

[fashionbooksmilano]

Fashion In Japan 1945-2020

Exibition Iwami Art Museum , Shimane March 20 /May 16 2021,  The National Art Center, Tokyo June 9 /September 6 2021

Seigensha,Kyoto 2021, 368 pages, ills colour & bw, 21x29 cm, pb, Japanese/English, ISBN  9784861527814

euro 50,00

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Japanese society experienced a series of drastic changes around the turn of the 20th century, and clothing was just one among many areas that were forever impacted by Europe. After World War II, Western styles were rapidly established as everyday wear. Since the 1970s, in particular, a unique fashion culture has blossomed in Japan, garnering worldwide attention for its singular development. Packed with images, this exhibition catalogue buzzes with the creative energy of Japanese fashion through the years. From the perspectives of both designers and consumers, as well as the role played by the media, it encompasses not just clothing but also hairstyles, cosmetics, and physiques

Van, Jun, Hanae Mori, Nicole, Issey Miyake, Kenzo, Yukitori, Kansai Yamamoto, Beams, Comme des Garçons, Takeo Kikuchi, Junko Koshino, A Bathing Ape, undercover, Uniqlo, Keita Maruyama, Tsumori Chisato, Mina Perhonen, Mame Kurogouchi, Sacai, undercover, Unrealage … etc.

21/02/22

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[feralfemc]

i think a lot of the p3 cast would be better off if someone just patted their heads and said “youre doing a good job :)” and its an absolute shame none of them are capable of stepping up and doing it

[erin-the-artsome]

A trio of smol commissions done for @caramelchaitea of her OCs Miao, Yukitori, and Seri! They’re all so cute!

(Check out my commission carrd!)

[disneylandguru]

On Monsters Inc! As the cab enters Harryhausen’s restaurant, smell the ginger! The menu for Harryhausen’s restaurant is posted on the wall of the queue, featuring specialties like Swill and Sour soup, Terrible Teriyucki, and Assorted Yukitori. The name “Harryhausen” is a tribute to Ray Harryhausen, a pioneer in the field of stop-motion animation and special effects #monstersinc #hollywoodland #disneylanddetails #californiaadventure #disneylandattractions #disneylandresort (at Disneyland - Theme Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw01169nl5K/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uhhzys0yq6j1

[theworldaswedontknowit]

Sanada: A Divided Family

 There's more than just our favourite bros to this family

The Sanadas. Everyone loves the Sanadas and considering that the most famous member, Sanada Yukimura is literally remembered as “The Number One Warrior in Japan” it’s safe to say that they’re quite important. I’m just going over their history, Nobuyuki and Yukimura will get their posts when the time comes.

The Sanada, as was common place with “farmer-samurai” at the time, come from a village also called Sanada (as Ishida Mitsunari’s family came from a village called Ishida and Toudou Takatora came from the Toudou village) and their first significant member is Sanada Yukitaka. I say “farmer-smaurai” but he was basically just a samurai, had a castle and everything. Yukitaka was suspected to be the son or Grandson of Unno Munetsuna, his parentage isn’t very clear so either he was adopted or his mother was Munetsuna’s daughter.

Bound by blood or not, the Sanada were on Unno’s side because they would lose alongside them to the Murakami and Suwa, Yukitaka losing his castle in the process. He would join forces with the Nagano clan but be persuaded to join Takeda Shingen in the mid 1540s and would be able to reclaim Sanada Castle in 1550.

By this point, returned to their home, Yukitaka had a son – the 6 year old Sanada Masayuki…he actually had four sons but never mind them rigiht? Masayuki’s the important one. Masayuki is of course famous for being the father of Sanada Nobuyuki and Sanada Yukimura but there’s a touch more to him than just that. His maiden battle was the 4th battle of Kawanakajima, fought in 1561 when Masayuki was 17. He would take part in the subsequent battles for the Takeda, finally distancing himself and his family after the disaster of Nagashino. He had the power to do so as his two brothers, Sanada Nobutsuna and Sanada Masuteru, had perished at Nagashino – leaving Masayuki in charge.

Masayuki had two very famous sons, multiple daughters and a not so famous third and fourth son. There’s very much a focus on Nobuyuki (1566-1658) and Yukimura (whose actual name is Nobushige;1568-1615) because they are polar opposites. Nobuyuki remained loyal to the Tokugawa, largely due to his marriage to Komatsu-hime whereas Yukimura was all for opposing them – going out in a blaze of glory at Osaka. The last two brothers, Sanada Nobukatsu and Sanada Masachika, are kind of…passed over in favour of their elder brothers.

It was Yukimura who would go in a blaze of glory, siding both times with the Toyotomi. Yukimura was born Nobushige in 1567, the second son of Masayuki and his wife Kensho-in, otherwise known as Yamanote-dono. There is a theory (which everyone seems to be on the fence about) that she [Yamanote] was the sister of Mitsunari’s wife, Uta. If this is true then it’s certainly a pointer for why the Sanada split - they were bond by marriage to the two men who were strictly speaking battling it out between them. At Sekigahara he was part of the Northern campaign, aged 33, he and his father defended Ueda castle when it was besieged by Tokugawa Hidetada. It’s only thanks to big brother Nobuyuki that Yukimura (and his father) were spared, they were only exiled to Koya-san in modern day Wakayama prefecture.

Yukimura would return from his exile to Osaka Castle, where Hideyori was staying. I don’t really know the nature of his departure from Koya-san; his father had passed away by 1611 so Masayuki had no part in this. Probably highly illegal, I certainly remember the Samurai Warriors anime presenting it as a daring escape – while I doubt it was as such this presentation suggests that Yukimura really, really wasn’t meant to leave. He did anyway.

He would take part in the winter and summer campaigns of Osaka, his head being taken by an enemy. While the popular story goes that Yukimura commanded a Tokugawa man to take his head (a story that has since disappeared from Wikipedia, much to my joy) Jonathan Clements present it in a much more brutal mannor:

“Sanada limped away from the fighting to rest, exhausted, on a stool. As he crouched, panting in a brief respite from the violence, he heard an enemy soldier challenge him. He looked up and wheezed something non-committal, only to find that the man had come up close. Sanada was grabbed by the head and executed where he sat.”

While it still feels like much of a dramatization of Sanada’s death, it certainly is a far cry from the songs and stories that often tell of Samurai deaths and sheds some reality onto the scene. Often, they were painful, bloody and brutal.

After Yukimura’s death the Toyotomi side of the campaign collapsed with frightening efficiency, though – like Nobunaga – Hideyori’s body was never recovered he was a dead in short time after Yukimura. Nothing much happened to the now 50 year old Nobuyuki, he was married to the daughter of Honda Tadakatsu, Komatsu-hime (more popularly known as Ina, she was also the adoptive daughter of Ieyasu) and he would live into his nineties. His lands would pass to his second son, having outlived his first, and they would be mere lords in a land with little need for Samurai. I’d like everyone to know that I finished this paragraph at 16:15pm…I’m weird I know, I swear it wasn’t on purpose.

Come the Boshin war and the collapse of the Tokugawa shogunate, the Sanada fought on the side of not the Shogunate but the Imperial clan. They refused to take charge of the prisoners from Aizu and…that’s all I can find of them. Only that a cadet branch were made barons under the Meiji, while the main branch became counts. A descendant of theirs did write a book on birds and I’m serious, all I can find stops there. The clan is still alive today of course, their current head is called Yukitori.

The Sanada clan’s moment had come and past, yet their aftershock continues to the modern day. The brothers, Nobuyuki and Yukimura are beloved by many who have played the Samurai Warriors games and Yukimura just got his own Taiga drama. Inaccurate but Taiga dramas are always amazing as far as I’m concerned. Though realistically rather unremarkable the Sanada defined the end of the Sengoku Jidai – Yukimura’s death was a major factor in the collapse of the Osaka campaign, he was a commander and a top one at that. According to legend, Japan would never see another warrior quite like him and perhaps that legend is right; the Samurai died as they had been given birth – rebellion.

[nizacops]

#cat #cats #revelcats #tilotequila #yukitori # gato #gatitos #beso #kiss #mimino #chocolate #amor #paz #descanso #armonia #tumblr # love #couple

[insomniac-jay]

More BNHA OCs

This time including more Pro Heroes and their children

Nodoka Yukihara x Makoto Fukuroko

Yukitori Yukihara

Quirk: Snowy Owl

Johnny Electra x Eun-Ji Kwan

Seo-Yeon Kwan

Quirk: Electro Fish

Myung-Dae Kwan

Quirk: Electric Eel

Tomoe Amajiki x Kaijuhiko Makimura

Shindofuji Amajiki

Quirk: Chimera

Takara Amajiki x Kokku Jisankan

Mochi Amajiki

Quirk: Mochi Skin

Tobio Amajiki x Mirai Hito

Amarante Amajiki

Quirk: Prehistoric

Tokito Amajiki

Quirk: Instant Rewind

Li-Wei Palinouros-Wang x Dove Bernard

Skylar Palinouros-Wang

Quirk: Wind Wing

Gale Palinouros-Wang

Quirk: Avian

Ishi Miyano x Rei Daichino

Mani Miyano

Quirk: Soul Stone

Joshua Porter x Riri Porter

Kyler Porter

Quirk: Light Gate

Yosei Haruyama x Kaori Tenshichiri

Asahi Tenshichiri

Quirk: Fairy Dust

Raihan Amarai x Shinjiro Tsubasa

Raitori Amarai

Quirk: Electric Plumage

Komiko Kumosuku x Kazuhito Niji

Nijiko Amarai

Quirk: Rainbow

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid

[pythonissam-despair]

❧ 15 Seconds of Fame | CH.2 Trial End

While Chuubey torturing Yukitori was an unexpected development from the infuriatingly passive rabbit, the moment quickly fell to the wayside with the wave of outrage that came next. What started the arguing could be Yukitori, but maybe it was something far deeper and scarier that had been bubbling inside all of you since the last trial.

Condemning Kohei was exactly what he wanted, some would argue, while others felt entitled to their disgust over his motives. Toki Hikami wasn’t a friend to many, but didn’t their life matter? Wasn’t there a line that had to be drawn...?

But where exactly was it? Where was civility earned and where was it discarded?

A hand rises to reach a podium, then another. Kohei Narasaki’s entire body protests, screaming in pain, but he ignores it. This was his moment, and he wasn’t going to let a stupid Incubator and some punishment ruin it. His show ends when he wants it to, and he says that it’s going to go on. This is his circus.

Slowly, the Streamer pulls himself to his feet, nearly leaning on his podium for support. He raises his head, still smiling. 

“Oh, no need to apologize, J4CK4L-san! I’d be absolutely stupid to not know what was going to happen to me! So don’t sound so sad! This goes for everyone, actually! I want you all to kill me with a smile on your face!”

He chuckles, before he turns to Masumi.

“You heard me! I’m not that dumb. And I had to think about that a lot! Being forgotten... is a fate worse than death. If you wanna hear a secret, it’s actually one of my greatest fears! Honestly, I don’t care whether I live or die! But being forgotten... I couldn’t stand that!” 

He sighs, admittedly a little disturbed by the thought. However, he brightens up again. 

“People outside will forget me! They probably would have anyways. Maybe they even have by now! Nobody stays relevant forever. And hey! If everyone forgets about Kohei Narasaki, then nothing is even lost!” 

He spits out the name with venom, nothing but pure hatred in his voice, before he bounces back. 

“But you’ll still remember me! You’ll still remember me, because you’ve killed me with your own hands!”

He hums. “I guess I should set the record straight while I’m still alive! But! I kinda lied about my wish, just a tiny bit! “Fame” probably was the wrong way to put it! What I really wished for... was some form of freedom.” 

With that, he detransforms, shooting Eleanor a glance as he does. Looking her straight in the eyes, he pulls off his wig.

A beat passes as Kohei Narasaki scans the room, a faraway look in his eyes. He speaks in a level voice, 

“Hello. My name is Kohei Narasaki. I’m 18 years old. I attend high school in Nagoya, where I receive good grades. I obey all rules and instructions, and I don’t cause problems for anyone.”

With a quick motion, he puts back on his wig, and like putting a mask back on he’s smiling, carefree Yukitori. 

“But, Kohei Narasaki hasn’t been me in years! I’m Yukitori, or Ko, or Yakitori, or Mx. Wig, or asshole, or Witch that we’re about to kill, or whatever you want to call me, but most importantly I’m me! That’s what I wished for. To be Yukitori more! To be myself more! For everyone to see me.”

“I was probably never going to get out of here anyways. So, why not at least try to get something out of it! Because, you know, I’m really, really selfish! I want everything I can get, and I want to be happy. And you can hate me if you’d like! Call me a terrible person, and I won’t deny it! I really don’t care! I mean, love, hate, I’m happy people have such strong feelings about me! But if I get to live and die as myself, no matter how long or short, I’ll be happy.”

He’s here for a good time, not a long one.

There was a bit more time to debate about morality, but everyone was still working on borrowed time. After their initial display of 'discipline' towards Yukitori, the Incubator fell into their normal silence. They nodded at some points being made and preened themself through others.

Truly, they didn't seem to care either way. It's only when they take a glance at the resident Streamer after a time do they pipe up again.

"...It appears time is up. If you were not prepared-" They launch themself off their column and safely away from the doomed Magus, "you may be in for a rough ride, hm....?"

It's then that you notice the change occurring.

Pain shoots through Yukitori’s body, not unlike when he threatened Chuubey. His grip on his podium tightens. He chuckles lightly. He knows what will become of him. That it’s useless to fight it. That in just a few moments, he is going to die, and everyone outside will forget him. His fans. His friends. And it’s just cruel irony that it’s not until right before he ceases to exist that Yukitori realizes that he doesn’t want to be forgotten.

But it’s not like he has control over that anymore. He chose his own fate, and this time he can’t run away from the responsibility.

Well, at least he can go out with a bang.

Yukitori rolls back his sleeve and pushes forward a glove on his hand. His bracelet flashes, before revealing the familiar shape of a Soul Gem. The normal bright teal is gone, replaced with a deep black, cracked around the edges. He chuckles again, louder this time.

“Well… Guess this is the end of the line for me. It was fun while it lasted.”

As his Soul Gem floats, cracking under the pressure, Yukitori steels himself with one last breath, before he breaks out into a smile. Shakily, he lifts one hand in a peace sign.

“Well friends, thanks for watching! This is Yukitori, signing off for the last time! See you all later!”

And then the gem explodes outward, blasting the room with waves of bright energy.

[ CW; Ommetaphobia/Scopophobia ]

. . .

Loud, almost ear-splitting carnival music fills the air and greet you as your eyes adjust. The walls of a giant circus tent surround you. The brightly-colored walls seem nearly reflective, as if you looked hard enough, you’d be able to see yourself in them. If you did look, however, you’d see your reflection has been distorted like a funhouse mirror.

Bright, blinding spotlights shine down to draw attention to the main and only attraction: the Witch himself. A TV head with multiple tendrils stands in the center of the tent, waving his eight legs around, almost goading you to come closer. His screen flickers between scenes featuring screams, audience laughter, static, anything to make you turn your attention or wrath his way.

Surrounding him are 3 Minions , two of whom are rather lumpy humanoids in black and white clown costumes sporting shattered TV screens as heads. They carry change and move with a loud clinking sound. They're joined by one humanoid in brightly colored garb with a megaphone speaker on its head. It sings the praises of the ringmaster across the room for you all to hear.

Kohei Narasaki is no more. All that remains is Leoncavallo, the Broadcasting Witch.

[ The Third Witch Hunt Begins ]

[pythonissam-despair]

❧  Welcome to the Circus | CH.2 Killer Confession

With the limited amount of living suspects who would fit the killer description. the conversation eventually boils down to the talk of wishes. By examining the desires that people sold their souls for, maybe they could gleam who is the most selfish among the class? 

It was only a matter of time before someone would step up to plate and take the glory.

“You’re really going to come for my wig? Really? Figuratively and literally? And an attack on my pride on top of that? You guys ruin eeeeeeeeeverything. Like that’s going to force me to do anything! You’re really, really making me not wanna cooperate with you, just for that! You can’t tell me what to do! Hmph!”

“So I’m not going to do shit for you! But I will do it for me! You guys may have derailed the entire reveal I had planned, but you know what they say! The show must go on!”

With that, he transforms into his Magus form, spinning around before slamming another foot on his podium. Only this time, it’s covered with mud. He waves his cane with a wide grin. Now that it’s made an appearance, you can see it has blood on one of its ends.

[ BLOODY CANE ] - The end of Yukitori’s staff has been stained with blood. Given that it’s fairly dry, it seems to be from a few hours ago.

[ MUDDY SHOES (Magus Form) ] - The bottoms of Yukitori’s shoes in their Magus form are covered in mud.

Maybe you aren’t surprised by this result but... maybe you weren’t expecting them to gloat.

“Ta-da!”

. . .

"Interesting..." 

Chuubey's voice comes as a droll from overhead. They let out a tiny yawn... were they napping? At a time like this? 

"You're reacting quite differently from Izumi the other week, hmmmm~?"

The Incubator stretches and looks towards you all. In the silence they command, the ticking of stop watches grows yet again. It draws closer...

"If you're confident in your decisions... then I say it's time to vote."

[pythonissam-despair]

・゜۵ “I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland ۵ ゜．

W̴̩͌E̸̳͐L̵̢̀C̴̜͑O̵̺͐M̴̰̓E̸͍̚ ̷͉͐ T̷̤̐O̷̡̿  ̷̩͆Ẇ̵̳O̴̖̽N̴̙͝D̸͈̋È̷̺R̶̩͠L̸͙̓A̵̘̽N̵̻̏D̵̘̄

》Atsushi Teshigawa - SHSL Composer [written by Los/Iris]

》Eleanor Ahn-Keating - SHSL True Crime Podcaster [written by Lovely]

》Elisabet Loveland - SHSL Medieval Healer [written by Luc]

》Fuyu - SHSL Tokushu Seiso [written by Aura]

》Hisa Watanabe - SHSL Lucky Student [written by Ko]

》Izumi Meihara - SHSL Ghost Hunter [written by Asia]

》J4CK4L - SHSL Deepfake Producer [written by Anya]

》Katrine Fischer - SHSL Movie Actress [written by Halo]

》Kosuke Nakamura - SHSL Urban Biologist [written by Jules]

》Masami Yoshinaga - Reserve Course [written by Teagan]

》Masumi Yuhara - SHSL Cyber Vigilante [written by Ali]

》Meili - SHSL Pianist [written by Melody]

》Mimori Hirano - SHSL Jell-O Artist [written by Capi]

》Moriko Sawashiro - SHSL Rock Painter [written by Anomalie]

》Nana Catlett - SHSL Merchant [written by Luci]

》Nene Anami - SHSL Cryobiologist [written by Rynn/Binny]

》Selene - SHSL Silk Aerialist [written by Lila]

》Toki Hikami - SHSL Programmer [written by Mints]

》Yukio Hayashi - SHSL Recipe Blogger [written by Emily]

》Yukitori - SHSL Live Streamer [written by Chai]

・゜۵ You fall further and further down the rabbit hole... where will it lead? ۵ ゜

[Art by Mints and Los! Thank you!]   

[pythonissam-despair]

❧ Leaves from the vine | Chapter 3 Motive 3.1

It’s been a few days since the passing of Toki and Yukitori, though it hardly feels like that. Wonderland Tower had settled back into uneasy silence after Leoncavallo’s defeat, the deafening circus music contrasting with what was surely the current calm before the storm. 

Before anyone could get comfortable, another motive would make itself known in the early hours of the morning. Wonderland was intent on making you kill each other, after all. 

A restless night’s sleep wasn’t something uncommon since the Killing Game had begun. While mental discomfort could usually be the cause, or the wounds from a recent Witch fight, a new source of comfort arose: for some reason, you just kept coughing throughout the night. The tickle in your throat is faint at first, but when the morning sun creeps through your dorm window, it feels like sandpaper. 

[ cw; emetophobia ]

Hands braced on the bathroom sink, clearing your throat yields no results. As you stare at your reflection, the tickle in your throat is suddenly an itch, then a burning feeling as coughs wrack your body. Shoulders shake for a few moments, and your throat burns as something brushes your lips. With shaking hands, your fingers grasp something fragile and smooth. 

A flower petal, wet with drops of your own blood.

At your side you feel your Rosepad buzz with a message from Chuubey to gather in the Town Plaza. You collect yourself and waste no time heading out.

[pythonissam-despair]

❧  Trials and Tribulations | CH.2 Trial

Unlike last time, there’s some members reluctant to step forward. After seeing what became of the culprit last time, it was arguably harder to put your clocks onto Yukitori’s stand knowing what would become of them... even though they had eagerly placed their own watch down as a vote.

Chuubey sits perched as they watch those of you who decide to vote file over to Yukitori's stand while the others sit defiant or plainly unsure at their own. They were only willing to wait for a time, but they said themself that it was better to not drag the matter out.

'YUKITORI' has received 13 Votes

"So it isn't unanimous this time... Nothing surprises me, but this is a unique result. Regardless-"

"Let's see what the truth is."

The center of the room begins to fill with that familiar, purple mist that has blocked your path countless times already here in Wonderland. But rather than obscuring the truth, it appears it's here to put it on display.

After a few moments, you watch as a silent scene in Room 8 comes into view.

The scene is set with Toki slowly pushing themself out of bed, reaching for their glasses in the dark. While clocks don't work as well in Wonderland, it's clearly the early hours of the morning. Restless, they go to stand and knock their hip into the nightstand, poorly suppressing a grumble as they reach to pick up fallen items to the floor. J4CK4L is seen squinting over from their bed as Toki waves a hand and seems to apologize before heading out -- leaving their roommate to fall back asleep.

Cut to the Hallway where an androgynous figure laden in shadows seems to be up thinking and brushes past Toki. In Toki's sluggish state they barely seem to notice as the figure watches them leave. Thinking to themself, they smile a little as they run off. Now in the Kitchen, Toki can be seen assessing a [Box of Tea Packets] in front of the sink, adjusting their glasses in an attempt to ignore how tired they are. It's as they're doing this that the person from before can be seen creeping in silently with a [Filled Bucket] in hand. In a quick motion they fling the contents of the container onto the Hacktivist who hisses and whips around. If they weren't awake before, they certainly were now!

“What the fuck—”

“Whoops! Real sorry about this, but I’ve kinda got to kill you! Nothing personal, kid.”

For a moment the two struggle, with Toki lunging at the shadow with whatever they have in hand. Their attacker dodges and flashes, a [Long Object with a Rounded End] materializes in their hand. With a grin they kick Toki's leg and bring their weapon weightily down onto the top of their scalp. The Hacktivist falls unconscious to the ground as [Blood Drips] from the weapon in the figure's hand. Grabbing their peer by the scruff of their sweater, they drag them into the Freezer and shut the door behind them. Toki comes to a little while later with a sharp gasp. Over time their lips have become chapped and their skin ashen as frost forms on their [Fingers] and clothes. Their [Glasses] come loose as they shakily stand up and change into their Magus form, which provides even less protection. Summoning their weapon, Toki fires multiple rounds into the Freezer Door in hopes of breaking it down. Their magical bullets disappear into the ice but don't reach much further past the bedrock. The room shakes as ice collapses around them.

Gradually, their fingers begin to lock in from the cold, and Toki is seen struggling to breathe. Their trembling form crumples to the ground as they curl in on themselves in a weak attempt to maintain warmth. The weapon they had been using fades away with a weak wave of their hand. Evidently, their efforts aren't enough.

It takes time, but Toki's shuddering breaths come to standstill.

Returning is the shadowed figure who observes the work they've done and nods. They prop the door open, look around, and then grab the body of their classmate by the arms and top of their robes. It's an arduous process to see them [Drag] Toki as they slip and slide a little through the mud. It's not long before they reach the Sunlit Solarium. At the entrance of the Infirmary they detransform and begin to prop the Hacktivist's body up on the wicker couch. Hiding the mud and specks of blood on their magical form, they don't leave any defining tracks inside the building. The shadow can be seen admiring their work before they notice the world becoming lighter. They carefully backtrack the way they came and head back into Wonderland Tower. It's only some hours later that Nene, Moriko, and Yukio can be seen running along the trail left by Toki and their Killer. The scene of them finding their peer (and, in some cases, friend) in that state leads to the alarm that roused most of you this morning.

All of you are seen filing into the room as the vision centers on the shadowed figure. The mist surrounding their form dissipates.

Yukitori looks around casually as ever, feigning tired surprise at the class's discovery.

Gradually, the vision fades away...

As typical of these moments, you find yourselves stunned to silence at what you've just witnessed. Naturally, the Incubator fills the void.

"Kohei Narasaki is hardly unique in their selfish desires. Many of you had called this motive 'lame', in your own words, but I guess you'd be surprised at how... little it takes for Magi to draw blood...?"

"But regardless: the majority is correct. The individual you all have known as 'Yukitori' murdered Toki Hikami. Now... you may want to prepare for what's next, hm...?"

After last time, you expect it to be left at that. You all would be given time to react and let out your hurt feelings and outrage. However, a certain someone beats you to it.

"...Hahaha... Hey, Chuuuuuuuuuuubey?” Yukitori seeths through his smile, “That was toooooootally uncalled for! Wanna end up like Hikami-chan? I've got nothing to lose, really!" 

He points his cane towards Chuubey, who tilts their head.

"Are you sure about that?"

Somehow, you don’t see this ending well.

"Hey, I'm already dead, aren't I? And you're the one who misspoke, really!"

"Considering what you were hoping for, I feel that isn’t accurate. Besides-"

Suddenly, Chuubey's eyes open wide open to stare down the defiant Streamer. Something sharply pulses through his chest and then... radiates. The sensation of knives and bullets plunging into every inch of his body hits him all at once, the invisible weapons twist without leaving a visible mark on Yukitori's skin. It's the type of pain that would bring anyone to their knees.

And bring him to his knees it does! Completely ruining the entire effect he was going for before, Yukitori grits his teeth, trying to maintain his grin.

Chuubey watches on faithfully.

"I am more than entitled to self defense."

"Haha.... hahaha.... hahaha.... Fuck you. Un...poggers.... Fuck."

And it seems that's the one thing that can shut him up.

Fortunately it’s short lived, if there’s any bright side to this scenario. The Moon Rabbit shakes its fur, closing its eyes once again and freeing Kohei from his agony. 

"Hmm... I thought Meili would have warned you by now... odd."

...So, apparently, this Incubator didn’t take being threatened lightly.