[Open] Reality Slips Far Away

[moraloutrage]

Who: Kiyotaka Ishimaru and you!
Where: A classroom in the fantasy Wonderland, and then zombieland!
When: Throughout the event!
Rating: Rated Z for Zombie - but for real there may be mentions of death/murder.
Summary: Find Ishimaru in his ideal habitat! And/or help him to fend off zombies.
The Story:

A.

[Somewhere among the various living fantasies there is one bright and lively classroom.. One that is filled with a class of students studying intensely! Specifically, these students (minus the bear), who are all wearing uniforms looking like the brown ones in this picture. They are all hunched over their desks, working hard on assignments, or reading, or having some sort of intellectually stimulating conversations! There are countless textbooks and notebooks to work with!

And in the center of it all is Kiyotaka Ishimaru himself, who overlooks this all with a proud smile. The moment the door opens to let someone else in, Ishimaru stands up and greets them with a salute.]

Ah, good afternoon and welcome to study hall! Please, have a seat and join us!

B.

[Oh god, zombies again. Ishimaru's on the run, in the dilipadated ruins of what once was an ideal version of Hope's Peak Academy! He wields a confetti cannon, managing to use it to blast some of them back, but he's running out of options here!}

C. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with an alternate prompt or hit me up for further plotting!]

Comments

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[He balks at the word 'fantasy', and everything around them seems to dim, off only for a moment. Ishimaru then responds with a nervous sweat.]

A-ah... Yes, this happens to be a perfect replica of the school that I attended back home! And to think, even the remainder of my beloved class is now here with me! Isn't that just splendid?!

[voidfished]

[Oh. Oh dear. She looks at him again, her voice lowered.]

Yes... do you need help? From this...

[She waves her hand a bit in a circle. Usually, illusion magic in her world breaks once you realize it's not real, but this was something much more insidious. She'd have to be more careful.]

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H-help...? [He matches her hush, but he looks baffled. Or rather that there's something that he's trying hard not to accept.]

I... ah... this is a good thing, isn't it? A... good place to be...

[voidfished]

[Oh. Oh dear. She looks at him, a bit solemn and obviously sympathetic.]

A good... dream, perhaps. One we must recognize. Even if it is a pleasant place to be.

[moraloutrage]

A good... dream? [He says with a frown.] A-are you saying that this... this is not real?

[But as he acknowledges the possibility, the room darkens, and everyone turns to face the two of them, their eyes glowing red.]

[voidfished]

[She grips her staff, squaring her shoulders against the upcoming hoarde. Great. So much for a quick extraction.]

These illusions are powerful, but ultimately just imagined. I am sorry-- it is one of Wonderland's tricks.

[She stands, ready to fight her way out if need be, shield spell prepared and at the ready.]

I did not wish to see you trapped here.

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Illusions... [he replies slowly. It's all becoming clear now as the illusion starts to break, and he quickly shakes his head.]

You're right. This is too good... None of this can be real! Let- let us go!

[He starts to run for the door. The lights in the room glow red while sinister-looking versions of everyone in the classroom start to charge towards them, some of them dissolving into swarms of insects.]

No!!

[voidfished]

[Without a second of hesitation, Lucretia whirls around, slamming the bottom of her staff against the floor. A wave of force ripples out from her forward, a shield that pushes back as it moves. As soon as she sets it off, Lucretia grabs at his arm, heading for the exit.]

Come on! We have to go quickly!