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Date: April 17th, 2015 Time: 9:42 PM Location: ??? "... And that concludes our report on this strange new Ersatz Syndrome that has begun crippling our streets. Join us at 11 for more breaking ne-" The screen clicked off with a loud blip, as a remote was gently placed onto the nearby desk. "Uh, Mr. Serizawa, they didn't run the interview they did with you. Did you want me to file a formal complaint on behalf of the Chruch?" One of the men in the room, a much younger male in his mid-20s, inquired from one side of the desk, moonlight glaring into his eyes, looming over him as if about to swallow him whole. "... No, that will not be necessary, Saburo. You are... dismissed for the evening." The man sitting at the desk suddenly stood upright, sauntering towards the middle of the room, passing his apparent assistant. "Oh, and do say hi to your wife for me. It has been a while since they came to the church, has it not?" Serizawa suddenly inquired, turning back towards his assistant. Saburo gulped. "U-uh... well, sir, that's because she's having a hard time getting around... y'know, with the baby and all..." He sheepishly replied, prompting Serizawa to stroke his chin. "Hmm, yes... how far along is she? Six months, if I recall?" Serizawa replied, his gaze piercing into Saburo's as if analyzing him, waiting for a response. "S-seven, actually... u-uh, sir, I really should be going..." Saburo replied weakly, as he made for the door. Before he could leave, however, Serizawa said one last thing to him. "Do be careful on the streets... more people are becoming lost to the void each day. For your sake and hers, I hope you do not join them." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Saburo left the church, he began rifling through his work bag for his phone; he'd hoped to call his wife and let her know that he was coming home late. Dammit... Miya's gonna kill me... Saburo thought frantically as he passed by the towering glass buildings that were home to several business's offices, in order to maximize revenue. Kyoshoku really was a place where money talked bigger than your words ever could. Before he could find his phone, however, Saburo heard something rather odd: the chiming of a bell. Whirling around, but finding nothing, Saburo tensed up and began to walk just a little bit faster, hoping that whatever it was, he would be able to leave it behind him quickly. Fate is never so kind, however. A hand gripped onto Saburo's shoulder, and before he knew what was truly going on, he was gone without any trace of his ever being there, his space on the city streets replaced by that of a mirror, nothing that you couldn't find in a normal house. Mirror, mirror...~ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the gates of Torodara Preparatory opened up, Nagita Inoue frowned as she surveyed the students approaching her school, looking for any potential symptoms of Ersatz Syndrome. The news seemed to be eating this phenomenon up for everything that it was worth, which was actually something hysterical to the principal, considering how she'd already lost a few of her most promising students to this. Sighing with both sadness and relief in her breath, Inoue sat down in her desk chair - she really did need to get a new one, this chair was getting worn down - and reached into her desk drawer to pull out a stack of papers to ready herself for the morning ahead of her. One way or another, dammit, the show must go on. And her school was no different. As the students finished piling into the school and began to enter their classrooms, she began her announcements, and finished them almost in record time. Life goes on... [You may now post.] Player info, and other important information, is located here.