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May mini-mini-event
05/31 16:00
The student council elections take place after class on Monday, with students instructed to gather in the auditorium for the assembly. Attendance is not mandatory, but once students enter the auditorium and take their seats with the rest of their homeroom, they will find that they are not able to speak or get up from their seats. There are no teachers present.
Fifteen minutes past the hour, the doors to the auditorium close and the assembly commences, with the current student body president Maya Arisu stepping up to the podium, obligatorily thanking everybody for coming, and briefly going over the agenda: the student council candidates, sitting in a neat row behind her at the back of the stage, are to first introduce themselves to the student body, after which the candidates will make a case for why they would best serve the student body. As each person comes up to the podium, a projector shines on the white screen behind the stage with an image of the student's profile, displaying their full name, homeroom, blood type, handedness, club membership and leadership roles, current grades, and current merit points. Those in the student council are held to high standards, be it scholastic achievement as exemplified by grades or club participation, or eloquence or bravado if they have nothing else going for them but talk big anyways, like the current candidate in the middle of a passionate speech concerning the atrocity that is Ishimaru's eyebrows, like, do you really want that to be the face of the student body--
The mic cuts off and Maya drops the end of the power cord before striding up to the center of the stage, staring at the candidate to get out of her way or risk a broken foot.
"I'm going to stop wasting your time," she says, voice quiet but at the same time clear and audible in the hush of the room. "The qualities I'm looking for in a member of our council isn't intelligence or diligence or kindness. Who the person is matters the most: what they do and how they think."
She turns around, facing the candidates, looking at each of them in turn. "We will be testing your character. Follow me."
One by one, the student council candidates rise to their feet and file out of the auditorium after Maya, stiff and robotic, almost as if they have no control over their bodies as she leads them out the door. The moment the last candidate leaves the auditorium, the spell binding everybody's limbs and voices breaks, students jumping to their feet to push and shove each other out of the way in their excitement to leave-- not to go home, but to crowd around the windows surrounding the courtyard, or to race each other to the higher floors to claim the windows with the best views:
Out in the courtyard, the student council candidates line up against the side of the school. Facing them, in a half circle in front of the wisteria tree, are several familiar faces, each with a dagger in hand, a stagger to their steps, yellow in their eyes, and wild animalistic abandon in the way they lunge at the student council candidates.
The sun is bright overhead. Blood spills and soaks into the ground. The school stays true and does not turn.
Fifteen minutes past the hour, the doors to the auditorium close and the assembly commences, with the current student body president Maya Arisu stepping up to the podium, obligatorily thanking everybody for coming, and briefly going over the agenda: the student council candidates, sitting in a neat row behind her at the back of the stage, are to first introduce themselves to the student body, after which the candidates will make a case for why they would best serve the student body. As each person comes up to the podium, a projector shines on the white screen behind the stage with an image of the student's profile, displaying their full name, homeroom, blood type, handedness, club membership and leadership roles, current grades, and current merit points. Those in the student council are held to high standards, be it scholastic achievement as exemplified by grades or club participation, or eloquence or bravado if they have nothing else going for them but talk big anyways, like the current candidate in the middle of a passionate speech concerning the atrocity that is Ishimaru's eyebrows, like, do you really want that to be the face of the student body--
The mic cuts off and Maya drops the end of the power cord before striding up to the center of the stage, staring at the candidate to get out of her way or risk a broken foot.
"I'm going to stop wasting your time," she says, voice quiet but at the same time clear and audible in the hush of the room. "The qualities I'm looking for in a member of our council isn't intelligence or diligence or kindness. Who the person is matters the most: what they do and how they think."
She turns around, facing the candidates, looking at each of them in turn. "We will be testing your character. Follow me."
One by one, the student council candidates rise to their feet and file out of the auditorium after Maya, stiff and robotic, almost as if they have no control over their bodies as she leads them out the door. The moment the last candidate leaves the auditorium, the spell binding everybody's limbs and voices breaks, students jumping to their feet to push and shove each other out of the way in their excitement to leave-- not to go home, but to crowd around the windows surrounding the courtyard, or to race each other to the higher floors to claim the windows with the best views:
Out in the courtyard, the student council candidates line up against the side of the school. Facing them, in a half circle in front of the wisteria tree, are several familiar faces, each with a dagger in hand, a stagger to their steps, yellow in their eyes, and wild animalistic abandon in the way they lunge at the student council candidates.
The sun is bright overhead. Blood spills and soaks into the ground. The school stays true and does not turn.
OOC
✽ Happy Execution Day! For those unfamiliar with how murdergame executions work, the initial top-level is reserved for Ishimaru and Madison to fight to the death, while the rest of the post is free for characters to post reactions as well as to play out the aftermath.
✽ As a general guideline, the dropped characters look the same as originally, aside from yellow eyes, and the way they move is haltingly, as if they're resisting the compulsion to murder. It is a compulsion, though! So if both Ishimaru and Madison refuse to fight each other, they'll just get stabbed by somebody else.
✽ The execution will end once there is only one person left, after which the door will allow them back inside the school. Before then, the doors and windows are locked, and trying to escape the courtyard will result in loss of consciousness, with enough warning to turn back. The moment there is one survivor left, the npc students go home, as the position is won by default. Congrats! Hope it was worth it.
✽ As a general guideline, the dropped characters look the same as originally, aside from yellow eyes, and the way they move is haltingly, as if they're resisting the compulsion to murder. It is a compulsion, though! So if both Ishimaru and Madison refuse to fight each other, they'll just get stabbed by somebody else.
✽ The execution will end once there is only one person left, after which the door will allow them back inside the school. Before then, the doors and windows are locked, and trying to escape the courtyard will result in loss of consciousness, with enough warning to turn back. The moment there is one survivor left, the npc students go home, as the position is won by default. Congrats! Hope it was worth it.
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[He cries out and winces. As the knife comes down, Ishimaru frantically tries to dodge! It still manages to slash his arm and draw some blood. Biting back the sting, he reaches out in an attempt to grab her wrists! He wants to get her to drop the dagger.]
I wanted this position... to stop this kind of thing!
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And I just wanna live, motherfucker! Let's see who wants this more.
[she does drop the knife, because it would not be a Madison fight if she didn't immediately remove her upper hand from the equation, because clearly her best choice of action right now is to lean forward and try to bite down on his hand.]
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[Another wince as he's bitten. He releases her hands and a result - and impulsively shoves her away, to keep her at bay. It's accompanied by immediate regret, however.]
I- I am so sorry!! [He quickly goes to pick up the dagger, just to keep her from reclaiming it.]
There has to be another way...!
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[there's a full-body cringe, her arms seizing and recoiling away. but, it passes quickly. squaring her shoulders, she gives a loud, animalistic shriek and rushes forward, attempting to tackle him to the ground.]
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A-aside from that! I... can't die...! [He cries back, his eyes full of tears. After all he's been through, he can't die here!]
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Even in this cacophony of violence, something else manages to reach his ears. A muffled, yet familiar voice... Something about an owl, flowers and drowsiness...? ...This might be something he can use.]
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a slow death. a terrible death. one that she knows.]
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Now, with his free left hand, he goes straight for punches. He swings his fist into her side and towards her face repeatedly, trying to get her to give! While the dagger remains tightly gripped in his right hand. He can't use it... he can't... he can't stoop to the level of a murderer! He has to do this, and survive... for everyone!
"You're not letting yourself get crushed under the weight of that responsibility, are you!?"]
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Just... fucking... die!
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Between the glowing gold of her eyes and the blood she spits out, he feels both terrified and concerned about this girl. He doesn't think he's talked to her before, but based on the way that some of the others looked, something must have happened to her. But he does not know what - or how it will help him escape this predicament. So instead of dwelling on that, he focuses on survival. He keeps up his struggle, with the pounding of his fist. He also makes an attempt to hook his legs around her, in an attempt to shift her off of him, while the dagger is saved for a last resort.]
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the assault doesn't pause, not at all, but there's a moment where the actions of her body and the thoughts of her mind are clearly separate for a moment, and her expression goes from its previous fearful anger to a complete blank.
which then twists into rage.
instead of just pressing her forearm down, she forces her other arm through until she's able to wrap both hands around his neck, attempting to violently throttle him. and she is completely, utterly silent.]
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But then everything shifts against him. Her whole demeanor changes, and now he feels both hands around his neck strangling him. He starts croaking as he gasps for air. His eyes widen, and his hands loosen. His left hand no longer tries to fight back - instead it is by his neck, trying in vain to peel one of her hands off.
It's hard to even see at the moment while he generates tears, but he still tries to look her right in the eyes. To try to find any traces of humanity to appeal to. If only he could prevent a murder... any other murder... even his own...
"So you're just gonna stand there, huh? Just wait for things to get better? Just take your time and get all depressed... Take the time to indulge your regrets... You might even start walking again without realizing it."
It truly feels like there's no one left he can reach, no flowers he can grasp. All he has is the dagger in his hand. So he closes his eyes... his right hand tightens its grip... and he raises it, in order to slash at her arms.]
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her eyes are dark, and golden, and utterly empty.]
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Maybe another step further - maybe just taking another step further will save him. For his friends, for his school, for everyone he's lost, he has to try!
And so, he tries... stabbing, desperately, at one arm and then the other, whimpering in what may be his last desperate hope.]
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she hits the ground hard next to him, tears streaming down her face, and yet she's still moving, still grabbing out weakly and trying to drag the weight of her body towards him as her arteries drain out onto the soil.]
... Won't... No... Please...
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N-no...! [It seems like blood is everywhere... and other internal parts. It's too much, way too much. For a moment he wonders if he did this?? Can arm injuries do this?]
I- I did not want to... [He whimpers through a flood of tears, which sting the various cuts on his face.] I only want to help! What is happening?!
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and then only a few seconds more to go completely still. she does not move again. her eyes stare forward sightlessly.]
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But before he can find any, he hears her hit the ground. Looking back and seeing her lie still, he rushes over to her side.]
No!! [Despite the risk, he pushes at her body and tries to stir her, but to no avail.]
I... I am so sorry. [He trembles as he unleashes another scalding torrent of tears. He slowly brings himself to his feet... and looks around. Because with everything else that was unfolding around them, he doesn't know if he's out of the woods just yet.]