History Club

[screwthegods]

If you haven't already responded to another post, reply here with your condition after last night. Additionally, any interested in taking on a task should leave their name here.

For those who are new, the History Club is a group that focuses primarily on combat, though there are some willing to train those without such experience. Our goals are escape and revenge--though the talk might imply that the latter is out of reach. Regardless, we are still prisoners here, and we are striving to change that. 'Through whatever means necessary,' as it says elsewhere.

Those who initially sign up will be given minor tasks to start. This is so I can judge where you would best fit within the group. I'd prefer to answer any questions here, for those that have them. If you are interested, I will need to know your name, along with any talents you have, particularly regarding combat skills, magic, or medical knowledge.

Taura: I haven't forgotten our appointment. Meet me in the Chapel this shift, if you would. I'm a tall man with dark hair, and a red mark in the center of my forehead.

Kaneyoshi: I might have that gift for your roommate. It seems the one it was intended for is no longer with us.

-Homura

Comments

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you and I are more alike than I originally thought. Though, in my case, the moment I decided to live my life by my own decisions was when I was marked for death. I mistakenly let it find me not too long afterward.

[screwthegods]

Perhaps so. Being dead isn't so uncommon here. I am the unwanted product of a god's sin: a heretical being born from a god and a human. The gods have long wanted me dead for that reason, and decided it would be best if I were killed while acting in their name. I decided otherwise, but I was killed before I could destroy the worlds they twisted with their arrogance and hatred.

Perhaps you and I have opportunities to achieve our goals yet.

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

So it seems. I am what happens when humans take young girls and meld their flesh with that of a demonic being called a youma, then trained and kept on a leash for the sole purpose of exterminating the very same creatures we are a hybrid of. I chose to cut my leash.

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[screwthegods]

Then we do have a great deal in common. So what do you intend to do with your life, should you truly have the opportunity to decide for yourself?

That mark...what does it mean?

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

I do not know. My death occurred mere hours ago and I have not taken the time to think on it. I will have to change that fact.

The glyph is the symbol that represents me. Consider it a signature. It is all you will get until I see you with my own eyes. Words convey so little.

[screwthegods]

You should. It's a question that you'll eventually have to answer.

Is that how it's to be? Very well. My description is on this notice. I'll look forward to what you have to convey.

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

You are quite right.

A man is not measured by the weight of his words alone. One look is all I'll need.

[screwthegods]

Then I'll simply wait to hear what you decide.