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Sat, 05 Oct 2019 17:42:20 GMT

Posted by: allthekeys

[The journals are oozing a thick red liquid, it soaks through the pages, highlighting words here and there until it brings them all through to a blank page.]

I

SEE

All of

You.

You.

you.

Do you see me?

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late night 28

Fri, 20 Jul 2018 03:55:47 GMT

Posted by: whiteofcrime

[ For a long, long time he stares at the blank, open pages of his journal, tapping the end of his pencil against the paper, cheek resting against the backs of his fingers. Is this a good idea, he wonders? Will it be any more successful than his previous attempts to get into the martial arts? He's already stretching himself thin juggling magic, work, and survival and he's fumbled even the most basic attempts at self-defence. What's to say learning to wield a weapon won't waste even more time?

He scrubs a hand through his hair and heaves a quiet, dejected sigh. This will be the third time he's opened the journal. Does he want it to be the third time he closes the book without writing a single word? He glances around the storage room nervously, suddenly paranoid that someone will emerge from the stairs or the corridor and ask what he's doing.

This is stupid...

Kaito leans back against the wall and bites his lip. Eventually, he starts to scratch out his request. ]

Hey, everyone. I dunno who still reads these, but is there anyone who'd be able to teach me how to fight? I'm dexterous, good at dodging, and I think I have decent arm strength.

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Night 028, after the fiasco

Sun, 08 Jul 2018 03:33:56 GMT

Posted by: onethousandflowers

[The handwriting is a fast scrawl, but it'll still be familiar to some.]

I need a healer as soon as possible. Someone's hurt and I can't leave him alone. If you can get the locked box under the fourth bed in room 23 too, that'd be ideal. We're in the bedroom with the silver decorations.

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Day 028

Sat, 26 May 2018 06:02:18 GMT

Posted by: masterofthewhip

[The handwriting is neat, practiced.]

Hello. Some of you may know me as Albastru. I've noted an absence of passages appearing in these books as of late, and have decided a test is in order. If you can see this, share a fact that you think people should know when they first arrive.

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John filter

Sun, 07 Jan 2018 21:01:51 GMT

Posted by: resistancemedic

Want to go to the festival for a while? It might be kind of fun.

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Wed, 03 Jan 2018 05:36:33 GMT

Posted by: mostpositively

Mistakes happen, but I don't know how to fix this.

More importantly: there is a new ghost in the castle. Be careful. I don't know what he can do.

It's Wordsmith. If you see him, run before he sees you.

I repeat: THERE IS A NEW GHOST IN THE CASTLE. AVOID HIM AT ALL COSTS.

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Day 24 (closer to the end)

Tue, 12 Dec 2017 05:58:31 GMT

Posted by: whiteofcrime

Hey so uh, I was thinking... since it's cold and snowing and all, we should have some kinda winter festival. Well, maybe not a festival necessarily but like at least some kind of fun? We've been gone for so long and after that terrible thing happened I think everyone could do with some cheering up.

Is there anyone who has ideas on how to set up a skating rink? There's no pond or lake here but there's a good space in the middle of town to put down some water and freeze it, I think.

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Sun, 10 Dec 2017 20:08:45 GMT

Posted by: resistancemedic

I didn't like those nightmares at all. I wish I knew who did it to us.

I guess it's a good thing we at least have our stuff back.

A whole year went by, though? That's unsettling.

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Night 23

Tue, 28 Nov 2017 08:55:38 GMT

Posted by: brains_beef_and_brows

As a student currently attending U.A. I must show the proper amount of acclamation to the very dedicated efforts that all of our esteemed educators have gone through to provide for their students several unique and thought provoking situations.

I am assuming the bout of sleepiness before my arrival here was because of Midnight's quirk or someone else that has a similar quirk that encourages slumber or some state of exhaustion. I am very curious to learn about whoever has a quirk to reanimate objects. I admit that I was very startled when I have encountered the guards! There has to be someone with a very precise handle on their skill to be able to manipulate them as such! They almost seemed life like and they have done a good job preventing me from leaving my room.

I do applaud the use of having an exchange journal would provide me a chance to properly articulate my thoughts and feelings. I do hope that my future entries will provide future students with some propitious ideas of their own!

To the Imminent Students, Greetings and Salutations! My name is Tenya Iida, and I am Class President of class 1A and my Quirk is called Engine. My Quirk allows me to run at rather fast pace, much faster then normal citizens. Familiar speed type quirks have been passed down my family line for Generations. My brother Tensei Iida was known as Turbo Hero Ingenium and I will hopefully take up his mantle when I have proven myself worthwhile.

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Night 23

Wed, 15 Nov 2017 06:12:01 GMT

Posted by: lightnen

O...kay. Seems like everyone else's writing in these things so... here.

I'm bored. Someone willing to spar or fight with me? I'm restless and want something to do.

Just don't take me lightly because i'm a kid.

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Night 23

Wed, 15 Nov 2017 03:57:24 GMT

Posted by: drammaturga

"How long is forever?" Alice asked. The White Rabbit responded, "Sometimes, just one second."

Alice followed the White Rabbit down the rabbit hole and found quite a strange place, where everything made little sense, and yet did all at once. The White Rabbit in our dreams... I wonder if it would lead us on a similar journey fraught with madness, danger and excitement?

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Night 23

Wed, 15 Nov 2017 03:40:03 GMT

Posted by: mostpositively

Ah.

Bit of a problem. I hope no one plans to go to the third floor tonight?

Because we have some walking dead. Zombies, if you prefer.

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Night 23

Mon, 13 Nov 2017 06:42:37 GMT

Posted by: whiteofcrime

So apparently just over a year has passed here while it was just a 'day' to us. A bunch of people from town are gone. They were forced to fight and kill each other because of Lardface's sick idea of a 'present' for his new son.

Apparently the kid laughed when he saw it happen...

We have to do something. We can't let this sick, twisted guy raise an even more sadistic kid. We can't.

[ A few minutes later, the final line disappears under a massive line of inkblots, obscuring whatever the message once was. Then: ]

We need to meet up and talk about what's happened since we were gone.

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Day 022

Wed, 20 Sep 2017 21:15:06 GMT

Posted by: herolytical

Okay so... Something is seriously wrong with this place. Stepping outside, the sun actually hurt me! Why does the sun hurt so much?! There's no explanation that I can think of to why.

My things arrived with me and I'd like to explore outside this... castle? But I can't do that until i have more information.

[ The words being written start out as frantic but shift a bit. Like someone scribbling out notes or observations. Not quite aware that this was a communication device or anything yet. ]

The guard all looked at me when I was walking around but why is that? Am I to believe in like a servant here? My friends are gone and this is too realistic to be a dream unless I hit my head which is crazy but not impossible if I consider the options here...

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Hangman

Wed, 30 Aug 2017 22:40:08 GMT

Posted by: shigure_soen_ryu

[Someone, finally not dying from bloodloss, is very very bored.]

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Night 21

Fri, 18 Aug 2017 00:38:10 GMT

Posted by: passingships

I've always thought souls were the most fascinating things - even more so when they lacked tangibility. Yet, having been shown the physical - or perhaps I should say spiritual? magical? - form of one, I find myself even more intrigued.

Those eyeless men so many have warned about: at least one of their souls is crimson, braided with shadow. Perhaps that will mean something to someone. Perhaps it will not. If the former, I'd like to know what it means to you or whether, perhaps, you see them in a different light.

It seems that red is the basic colour of the soul and the darkness is rot. Has anyone seen aught to contradict this?

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Day 21

Fri, 11 Aug 2017 03:44:03 GMT

Posted by: lightnen

So... what the heck is this thing anyway? It doesn't seem like a normal book... seeing as I can see everyone else's past entries in here or something.

Whatever.

Look. I need answers and I need them now. What's this I saw about servants, guards and a Lord?? The sooner I can get out of here, the better. I have a little sister to get back to.

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Night 20 (backdated)

Sun, 30 Jul 2017 06:59:54 GMT

Posted by: angel_of_death

Unidentified undead are flooding the castle. The guards have engaged them.

I want to know everything we can about them. What do sensing abilities make of them? Are they Sorrow-tainted?

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Day 20

Sun, 02 Jul 2017 01:42:25 GMT

Posted by: byheartandblade

Dunno who's planning to do something reckless, but I caution against it. I saw something--a vision. I get them, from time to time. I only get ones like these as a warning. Something horrible's coming--something deadly. Very, very deadly. Talking about an entire army being wiped out and then some.

I'll talk more to whoever it seems relevant to. Let me know where to meet you and I'll talk to you in person.

- Fraethota

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Wed, 28 Jun 2017 16:04:09 GMT

Posted by: farmboyjedi

[There's a somewhat confused older guy in brown robes writing in the strange book]

This place doesn't look familiar. Can someone please tell me what planet this is? I don't even know how I got here...

I feel strange...there's a lot of dark energy here. And if I try to reach out with the Force...ahhh...it isn't a good feeling. Almost overwhelming. Something is strange here.

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Night 15 (appeared on DAY 19)

Mon, 05 Jun 2017 17:17:00 GMT

Posted by: oneformisery

[ With Murtagh's return, a prior page in the journal has found itself written over with words from another hand. Though written weeks, months before in real time, they do not appear until the fog recedes and he emerges from hiding.

The handwriting is hurried yet elegant, reminiscent of someone upper-class during a time when handwriting was sometimes almost an art. ]

It's done, she's free. I apologise for leaving you behind, especially those of you who helped us escape from the Lord's servants despite not knowing why we fled. Be wary of Lord Leitner in the coming days as I fear his wrath may be terrible.

Hello?

[ There is a small, vague doodle here of a dragon. It's not particularly good but it's recognisable. ]

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Day 18 (backdated)

Wed, 17 May 2017 08:16:02 GMT

Posted by: angel_of_death

I have an important task that needs attending. There is a young woman in town right now. A girl. Some thing was put around her head that blinds her vision. And it's not the most unpleasant thing it does, either. She's starting to look very sick.

[There was a pause as he contemplated how to proceed, before a pencil pressed into the paper hard enough to engrave the next few words into the page.]

I want it off of her. I'll explain what I can if someone is willing to look at it.

I won't tell her who you are. If she doesn't know, she can't be forced to tell.

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Night 18

Tue, 16 May 2017 04:10:06 GMT

Posted by: whiteofcrime

[ In response to this written conversation, a map begins to appear on a certain page spread in the journals... ]

(Click to enlarge)

[ On a separate note, a certain other map has also been updated... ]

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First Note

Mon, 15 May 2017 00:54:36 GMT

Posted by: resistancemedic

[Kate is looking around the dorm room, very confused and unhappy. SHe can be seen looking at the outfits and the stuff in the trunk, not really liking the skirts and girly stuff. She's never been much of a dressy girl, and over the past few decades, functional clothes were just scavenged from whatever was around. She's glad her weapons are there, though. ]

I don't like this at all. Where am I? How the heck did I get...if someone undressed me to get me into this outfit,, I am not going to be happy.

Is this some kind of kidnapping?

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Night 18, shortly after dusk

Sat, 13 May 2017 05:38:52 GMT

Posted by: neverasked4this

[There's new handwriting in everyone's notebooks, a neat lettering that has more character than print but isn't really script.]

I knew that driving straight through back to London from Dreadmond was inadvisable at best, but after everything I went through, I wanted nothing more than the comfort of home for the night in preparation for dealing with everything that I knew would follow. This was a particularly trying investigation . . . in more ways than one. Still, I must have been far more exhausted than I thought, as I no sooner parked in my carport and pulled my satchel into my lap in preparation for getting out of the car than I fell asleep right there in the driver's seat!

Now? Now, I cannot tell if I am awake or still asleep. There is no awareness in the back of my mind that this isn't real, as is usually the case in such dreams. I feel very much awake. However, to say that I am not where I would expect to be is a grave understatement. I have found myself in what looks to be a dorm room of some sort. Ten beds, though only one aside from the one I awakened in shows much sign of recent use. I have no recollection of having been moved, no half-lucid impressions like those when I was fished from the Irish Sea during my last - hopefully final! - visit to Blackpool. Yet, here I am, in a room that is as dim and barren as a mausoleum. My clothes were changed while I was unconscious, too. For what reason, I cannot fathom. I was dressed in some sort of drab uniform of an older style that I do not recognize. German, possibly, though I cannot say for sure. However, thankfully, all of my belongings - clothes, satchel, even the contents of my pockets - were in an antique steamer trunk at the foot of the bed. Curiously, it has my name on it, as does the journal in which I write this. The book has apparently belonged to, or been borrowed by, a number of others before me, as there are entries in here by many different hands. Still, it somehow seems right for me to write in it myself rather than pull a fresh journal from my satchel. I cannot explain this feeling, and it unsettles me even as I write this.

In any case, I have changed back into my own clothes, gathered and accounted for the rest of my things, and I will now venture forth to see if I can figure out just where I am. If I am truthful, I am not prepared to deal with a new case already. I am still reeling from everything Richard put me through. And what he said, specifically in regards to his claims about directing the course of my very life. Also Ankou, the death goddess, and having died. If, indeed, I did and she spared me. Still, I suppose if this doesn't prove a repeat of Dire Grove, my first visit - if I do not emerge into a snowstorm threatening to turn England into Antarctica again - then I should count myself lucky.

Even then, I find myself almost compelled to say, as I found myself saying many times last night and into this morning . . . time to face the horrors again.

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