Judgement is coming.

[mistydayjudgement]

[Maybe, just maybe, while you're looking out the window or out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of a vaguely humanoid shape but when you turn to fully look at it, nothing's there. Was it a figment of your imagination or was there someone really there?

But after a while of seeing figures that aren't really there, you begin to feel a presence. You can hear the clicking of boots against the floor, the sound of metal scraping like nails on a chalkboard. Someone or something is following you. Perhaps that revelation has you paranoid - perhaps it has you angry. Whatever the emotion, it almost feels like it's being stolen from you. Feeding it, fueling it's existence.

Do you wish to confront it? Because... you'll be confronting more than an unsettling presence. You'll be confronting yourself.]


[OOC: Hellooo. New meat here. Decided to bring PH with me! I'm willing to go a few different ways with this post. While PH generally only appears to people who need a bitchslap of truth, I'm totally cool with having characters interact with him like he's a "normal" person. My IC excuse is that he's not targeting that specific character at the moment. For those of you who want to be evil and torment your character, gooooood. That's his purpose afterall. >3 You can either tell me what exactly it is you want PH to make your character realize or I can do the research myself and surprise you.

A warning to those who don't really know Pyramid Head: He's immortal. Bullets do nothing against him. You can try and kill him. Hell, you can chop his head off. He'll come back though. As long as people "need" him, he'll be there.

If you want to discuss things before hand, feel free to PM me!]

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[jack_theripper]

[Raiden pressed his nose against the cold glass of the window, which is was gazing out of. You can get a good view of all of the Campus from above ground. Condensation was filling up the panes of glass, as the cyborg contemplated. He had often wondered if he would ever get off this rock. Or get out of this place.

He sighed then something caught his attention. The door to his room was half open and his body was sending him signals of proximity. Someone was outside, watching him. He could feel it. He allowed his head to turn slightly to the side and then turned around fully. He was going to confront whatever it was that was watching him. His body was sending signals all over the place. He never got signals like this from meeting other people. No.

This was different. As if whatever was watching him, wasn't really there. Raiden narrowed his gaze and gripped the hilt of his HF blade, whilst kicking the door open. What he saw caused him to gasp and a retching feeling tugged at his stomach. What the hell was it? He unsheathed his sword and swallowed.]

Who are you? What are you? [Raiden felt a feeling of dread wash over him, like a wave drowning him.]

[mistydayjudgement]

[Once Raiden finally faces him, Pyramid Head swings his Great Knife upwards and catches it, holding it in a very similar fashion to the cyborg just before he fought Monsoon. He tilts his head curiously and despite having no visible eyes, Raiden can definitely feel the creature's gaze piercing through him.

A distorted version of Raiden's own voice echoes the questions he just asked. However, the voice isn't coming from the creature directly. It almost seems like it's coming from... inside the cyborg's very own head.]

[jack_theripper]

[What the hell?

What was going on? Raiden judged the creature's movement and saw how it held it's sword. Was it playing with him? Judging him? The cyborg swallowed when he heard the echoed voice of his own voice. This was creepy. Raiden had seen a lot of shit but this....was on a whole new level of creepy weird.

It sounded like his own voice coming back at him through the creature. Like, it was channelling through his head. Was it psychic?]

Why won't you answer me? Stop with these games. Now.

[mistydayjudgement]

[The previous questions echo again in the back of Raiden's mind as Pyramid Head sets down his Great Knife and slowly begins to approach the cyborg, his knife scraping and sparking against the ground as he drags it behind him]

[jack_theripper]

What the?- [Raiden just watched the creature amble towards him with his great, rusted knife coming towards him. What did it want? Why was it mimicking his own voice? It was way to creepy.]

What the hell do you want? [He raised his HF blade to his face in his defending stance.]

[mistydayjudgement]

[The creature stops a good 10 feet away from him and holds up a gloved hand, slowly moving it around before it's position fixes at Raiden. When he speaks, the voice is different this time. While the distortion is still there, it should sound very familiar: A soft but troubled voice. A voice that belongs to Rose]

Who are you really, Jack?

[jack_theripper]

[At the sound of Rose's voice, Raiden swallowed hard. No, it couldn't be. This monster was playing with his head. Some sort of psychic link. The cyborg clutched his sword and didn't move.]

No. You're not Rose. You're just playing with my head. But why? What do you want? [Raiden snarled the words and felt like running forwards and slicing the creature's head off.]

[mistydayjudgement]

Jack... Are you Jack? Or are you The Ripper?

[Rose's voice continues to question him. It was up to Raiden if he wanted to go through with the beheading... if he could get past that helmet.]

[jack_theripper]

[Raiden growled and felt a pang of guilt rise up inside of him. This was not Rose but the voice....it sounded just like her. Was he the Ripper? The killer of men since when he was a boy? No! He was not the Ripper! He was Jack. A man bound to bring justice to the world. Wasn't he? Yet, he was a killer. He had killed and enjoyed it.

He forced thoughts from his mind, as he ran towards the evil creature, sword behind his back and brought down his blade to the creature's throat.]

[mistydayjudgement]

[It was a rather clean cut and the heavy helmet thunks on to the floor. Pyramid Head's body twitches for a few moments before it drops his Knife and collapses, causing a rather bloody mess]

Jack! How could you! You... You're a monster!

[jack_theripper]

You're not Rose! You're the monster! [Raiden's breathing came out in ragged gasps, as he looked down at the beheaded monster. It was using Rose's voice to taunt him in an evil way. Were there more of these foul creatures throughout the campus? He hoped not.

The stench of blood was overpowering but Raiden was used to it now. All the men, cyborgs and monsters he had slain. Maybe he was Jack the Ripper.]

Let that be the end of it. [He cleaned off his HF blade and sheathed his sword.]

[mistydayjudgement]

[In the blink of an eye Pyramid Head's body was gone and was now standing behind the cyborg, head reattached.]

Jack...

Welcome! Feel free to be spooky or normal.

[roadroller]

[ It's not that it's that unusual for her to be followed - she's famous, and sometimes people are just too shy to approach!! Especially when she's driving her road roller (which she is, all through the halls. She's been trying to drive it more so the engine doesn't freeze.) Anyway, that metal scraping at first makes her wonder if there's something wrong with her "car", so she stops it a moment to listen. When it continues, she sees... some weirdo guy with a mask. She stares.]

Umm... what are you doing? ♪

i'm sorry this is crackish XD

[mistydayjudgement]

[Finding nothing "wrong" with the girl, Pyramid Head simply stops and "stares" at her. Really, he's looking at the road roller. Even though he's an evil manifestation of people's sins, a random road roller is still confusing to him.

He points a gloved finger at Rin then lowers it to point at her vehicle. In the back of the girl's mind she can hear a distorted but familiar voice: Len.]

It is not wise to drive that vehicle indoors.

/NOT ACTUALLY HERE

[intercom_voice]

[My, my, Mr. Pyramid Head. How responsible.

She should promote you to the ever sought after position of "Hall Monitor". You're certainly intimidating enough.]

[mistydayjudgement]

[He'd be a good janitor too.]

[intercom_voice]

[No, no, you're not nearly blood-stained enough for that job.]

[mistydayjudgement]

[crai]

I play a Vocaloid, I can handle as much crack as you want to dish out!!

[roadroller]

[okay this is really creepy. At first Rin wonders if he's going to put some kind of weird curse on her when he's pointing at her like that. But then when he says what he has to say...in her head... in the voice of the person she misses most right now... Rin sputters, looking mildly horrified. darn it pyramid head why you gotta be a busta.]

...Ugh. Everyone's a critic! ♪

[mistydayjudgement]

[Better move it, Rin. Pyramid Head slowly starts approaching her, dragging his Great Knife behind him.]

[roadroller]

[What.

If he wanted her to stop driving, well, approaching with a knife kinda has the opposite effect. She'll just drive away and hope he doesn't keep following her.]

Torment or normal is fine~

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Something is very wrong here. Bakura's usually fine with wrong things; weird sounds, creepy beings, things like that. They're pretty normal for him. He even likes them. Darkness - true darkness - calls to its own, and the presence of it is comforting. But this is a different kind of darkness, and the feeling of it makes the atmosphere heavier, the air feel more stagnant.

It's intriguing, but unforgivable, to make him, of all people, feel unnerved. Grasping the Ring, he focuses on it, using it to seek out the source of his discomfort. That person... who is it that's making that odd shape in the dim light? Someone wearing a mask? Or-?]

If you're going to hang around, at least show me your face, Mister Stalker.

[mistydayjudgement]

[And show him his "face" he shall. The creature steps out from the shadows, Great Knife scraping against the floor behind him. Once he's visible enough, he stops and allows Bakura to take in his appearence. This gives Pyramid Head time to study the dark spirit. He has met quite a number of "sinners" but this seems to be the darkest of them all.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...what the hell?

[His first thought is that someone summoned something they couldn't control. But there's no feeling of dark magic, or at least not the type he'd associate with summoning. The Ring's senses are confused at best and it's not helping him get a grasp of who he's dealing with. The most he can make out is a feeling of danger.]

Heh. I never thought I'd discover something as interesting as you here...

[mistydayjudgement]

Why do you reside in that vessel?

[The voice seems to be coming from the back of Bakura's mind. It sounds like an extremely disorted version of Zorc's voice. Pyramid Head begins to walk again, slowly closing the gap between himself and Bakura]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...!!

[That voice... He should know that voice. Shouldn't he? Yes, it's familiar; it's a voice he'd forgotten, buried in the back of his mind with the rest of his lost memories. Hearing it is unnerving after so much silence. But this person... isn't Zorc. Right? So why is that voice... coming from inside of his mind after all of this time?! Was it that this person was creating a connection at last? Or was he losing his mind? No, he still feels intact.]

Haah... There's a surprise!

[Wait... Could it be? Is this guy a messenger from the darkness?

It's that thought alone that keeps him standing still, though his eyes are wary.]

Why else?! He's convenient... close to the keys I need to unlock the door to the dark world!

[mistydayjudgement]

It is not your own. You cause great suffering to the boy.

[Pyramid Head stops once there's only a few feet left between the two of them]

You do not belong here.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Well that answers that. For whatever reason this guy was using Zorc's voice, it wasn't as a messenger. Zorc would never be so concerned for a mere human.]

Hoh... I feel so bad! Heheheh...

oh, oh! me, me! I wanna be evil and torment my character 8D!!

[obeytherod]

[Malik stops dead in his tracks at that gut-wrenching noise. Someone was following him, and their presence made his blood run cold. Without thinking about it, he summons Twin-Headed Behemoth as his own personal body guard and spins around to see if he could spot them.]

... [He hardly felt safer.]

[mistydayjudgement]

[A lone figure appears from the shadows, slowly closing the gap between Malik and itself. The creature doesn't appear to be even phased by the presence of the summoned duel monster.

Pyramid Head stops about 20 feet away and swings his Great Knife forward, the metal making a terrible scraping and clanking noise as it hits the ground which echoes through the hallways. Despite the lack of visible eyes, Malik can feel a gaze piercing through his very soul.

What'cha gonna do, Malik?]

[obeytherod]

[For starters, he'll cringe at the sound of that sword scrapping, and startle as it hits the ground. Twin-Headed Behemoth growls from one head, and pants, tongue lolling out from the other.]

Are you...human?

[No, there was no way a man could life something that unwieldy with one arm. But then if it was a monster, it wasn't one he's ever seen before. It took everything in him to keep his ground, but if that monster got any closer, he might make a run for it.]

[mistydayjudgement]

[The creature slowly begins walking again, shifting around the Knife until it returns to it's position behind him. The distorted voice that echoes in Malik's head, as what one could assume is Pyramid Head talking, was that of his father's]

You deny your destiny, Malik Ishtar.

[obeytherod]

O-oi...! [That voice he hasn't heard in years was all too familiar, striking his heart painfully at the reminder of what had happened to his father. Of course, it's not as if he ever goes a day without thinking about it, at least once..]

Who are you?!

[mistydayjudgement]

I am what you refuse to accept.

[If Malik doesn't stop him or the duel monster doesn't get in the way, Pyramid Head doesn't stop until he's only a few feet away from him]

You could not deal with the pain. So you choose to hide.

[obeytherod]

Behemoth! [Malik panics, sweeping a hand out and sending his monster forward to impede Pyramid Head's path. The two heads growl viciously at he creature, the red-eyed head drooling profusely as it barks with what sounds like a guttural laugh.]

If you think vague, cryptic nonsense like that is going to scare me, you have another thing coming!

Probably normal, since shes a kid xD

[fateinurhands]

[While wandering through the hallways, eating an apple, she got a strange crawling sensation in her stomach. She made a disgruntled face dropped the apple thinking it was the culprit. Then she heard foot steps and turned around, catching site of the strange creature that has joined her in the hallway.]

[She's unsure of what to do. She has nothing on her to fight with, so should she run? Or maybe talk to it? Maybe it wanted something from her?]

Re: Probably normal, since shes a kid xD

[mistydayjudgement]

[From where Seraphina dropped her apple, the creature stops and picks it up, all while dragging that Great Knife behind him. He pauses for a moment, seeing as cleaning the apple off on his blood-stained apron wouldn't be a good thing. Instead he simply walks up to Seraphina, kneels down slightly, and offers her the apple back.

The voice that echoes through her head as Pyramid Head "speaks" sounds like a distorted version of her father's.]

Wash it off first.

[fateinurhands]

[Her first instinct is to run, but the thing doesn't seem hostile and the familiar voice stops her. She cautiously takes the fruit back and stares up at the creature.]

How are you doing that?

[The whole talking without a face thing was new and different to her.]

[mistydayjudgement]

I am the voice of who you need to hear.

[Generally he never speaks but being outside the Other World makes it difficult to get the point across without all the elements of the town helping. He "looks" down at the girl, taking on a more gentle aura. She is pure and it's almost a refreshing feeling to the monster. Let us hope she remains that way.]

[fateinurhands]

[that doesn't answer her question... or does it? She's not sure.]

You are?

[She starts to relax. For some reason he doesn't seem as scary as before.]

Do you like apples uh, mister?

[She assumes its a boy.]

[mistydayjudgement]

I am.

[At the second question though, he simply shakes his head no. A concept has no need for food.]

Are you safe?

[Because Seraphina may have just gained herself a guardian]

[fateinurhands]

You dont? What kinds of things do you like?

[She is super curious about her new friend.]

[She nods her head.]

Yup!

[Or she assumes she is. No one's threatened her so far.]