Hidan no Aria:BD Chapter5 - Revision history

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2013-09-02T20:06:43Z

Cast-off Table - Version: Roulette

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	"Before we decide the next game! It says here in the rulebook...a supplementary rule from the 5th match onwards, "Loser Participation!" I will now explain this rule!"		"Before we decide the next game! It says here in the rulebook...a supplementary rule from the 5th match onwards, "Loser Participation!" I will now explain this rule!"

	She opened the self-authored Cast-off Table ~~rUlEbOoK~~.		She opened the self-authored Cast-off Table rulebook.

	Loser...Participation...? What did you say? I don't have time for this!		Loser...Participation...? What did you say? I don't have time for this!

YoakeNoHikari at 13:31, 9 March 2013

2013-03-09T13:31:09Z

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	If I immediately veto it again, things might get complicated...and this time, I'll most likely be treated with suspicion.		If I immediately veto it again, things might get complicated...and this time, I'll most likely be treated with suspicion.

			"...How will they be participating?"

			"It depends on the game, but for example, if we were playing pinball, they could be a substitute hitter, or if we were playing roulette, a dealer, or they could go retrieve the darts if we were playing darts. With them, we could have team battles in sugoroku...well, that kinda thing."

			"Well, if that's it...that should be fine..."

			I nodded.

			Like Riko said, it would depend on the game, but if the losers just act as support for the game, or play a role in making things more interesting, then...

			It would be different from a loser revival match, which I had feared might occur. Something like this shouldn't drag the games on till eternity.

			"Since we have attained Ki-kun's approval, let us choose the game to play for our fifth match! From the fifth match onward, the loser of the previous round has the right to decide the next item! Well then, without further ado, you're up, Rekyu~!"

			Riko pointed at Reki with the rolled-up rulebook.

			In her underwear, Reki walked towards the inner area of the gameroom.

			Because she remained silent as she walked, we clumped up to follow her.

			We had reached the zone where the relatively large games, like darts, pinball, and roulette were lined up, when...

			She came to a stop.

			(...Darts?)

			I thought, but...

			"This one."

			Reki had chosen ''roulette'' for our fifth match.

			"Oh, how unexpected. I thought that you'd go for darts. Wouldn't that be more interesting?"

			"What are you talking about, Aria? Roulette is the queen of the casino. It is majestic, yet profound, both in equal measures."

			Aria, from the birthplace of darts, England, and Jeanne, from the birthplace of roulette, France, spoke.

			Roulette...a ball is thrown onto a wheel on which multiple numbers are written, and it's up to the players to guess where it falls.

			It's mainly played with the intent to gamble, and it's offered up as one of the principal games in casinos worldwide.

			"..."

			Expressionless, Reki turned back from the genuine roulette board, 80 centimetres in diameter, that stood in front of her.

			Staring at ''me''.

			As if challenging me to a ''battle''.

			(What? You've already lost, so why...)

			I frowned, and after a few seconds...I noticed it.

			She forced me to notice.

			The rule, Loser Participation, wasn't just an arrangement to prevent the losers from getting bored.

			(Revenge...)

			It was a system that aided their ''vengeance'', so they could cast off the shame of having been forced to strip.

			Though it was only a game, we had gone through four matches...within that time, many things had occurred.

			Fool the enemy. Lead them into your trap. Show them that you are their friend, then stab them in the back.

			During this short time, a complicated set of relationships had developed between the eight of us.

			Especially ones of hatred and sadness.

			Using these relationships, this rule had given the losers the opportunity for revenge.

			To ''make things more interesting''.

			We, the survivors, don't just have to fight with the other players. We have to battle against the loser bracket's retaliation. The reason that the losers, not the winners, choose the game from the fifth match onward is to make revenge that much easier.

			This...really does make things more interesting.

			From this point onward, Cast-off Table is going to become more and more exciting.

YoakeNoHikari at 21:58, 7 March 2013

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 Having lost nothing but her socks...Hiraga. She stood there in her uniform, but barefoot. Number of clothes left: three.
-And having survived till this point losing nothing but a jacket...Me. Number of clothes left: four.\
+And having survived till this point losing nothing but a jacket...Me. Number of clothes left: four.
 (...Clear your mind of all thoughts, and even the fires of hell will be pleasantly cold...)
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 If this traffic light turns red and the fool inside me rises up...things will get ugly.

YoakeNoHikari: Created page with "===Cast-off Table - Version: Roulette=== Cast-off Table...the competition of strip games. Before I knew it, half the matches had been completed...I didn't even have the time..."

2013-03-06T18:35:31Z

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===Cast-off Table - Version: Roulette===

Cast-off Table...the competition of strip games.

Before I knew it, half the matches had been completed...I didn't even have the time to ask myself why exactly I had been coerced into joining this.

Wearing a childish style of underwear that suited her childish body, (it was patterned with card suits)...Aria.

Wearing black, silken underwear that sensuously covered her body, which was worthy of a Gravure model...Shirayuki.

Wearing underwear of golden satin bordered with frills...Riko. Looks like she just ''has'' to make her underwear comically weird as well.

Wearing white, cotton underwear that felt devoid of personality...Reki. She was sitting with her knees up, her arms hugging them to herself.

The four losers had already stripped.

On the other hand, the four survivors were...

Having removed her skirt and left her blouse on for some reason, (it was the only thing she was wearing by that point)...Fuuma. She was displaying her fundoshi for all to see. Number of clothes left: one.

Conversely, having started with her blouse...Jeanne. All that was left was her skirt and its ribbon. Number of clothes left: two.

Having lost nothing but her socks...Hiraga. She stood there in her uniform, but barefoot. Number of clothes left: three.

And having survived till this point losing nothing but a jacket...Me. Number of clothes left: four.\

(...Clear your mind of all thoughts, and even the fires of hell will be pleasantly cold...)

I was left unable to even take a deep breath in that room, which was filled with the scent of girls. I just repeated a mantra in my mind, "Calm down, calm down..."

And for the second time, I warned myself.

I was currently in a state that would not be aroused by women: Hysteria Wiseman Mode.

But, this wouldn't hold for more than 12 minutes.

And apparently, it wasn't a state that could hold under the breaking point.

The wise man in me was gradually becoming a fool.

In terms of my senses...the yellow traffic light was in sight, so to speak.

Standing in the midst of this environment, which just screamed "Please get turned on!"...In the recesses of my heart, I felt the Hysteria blood flow on the brink of pulsating.

If this traffic light turns red and the fool inside me rises up...things will get ugly.