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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.
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✽ 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.
have some sad nenes everybody.
and now ishimaru is in the courtyard for the slaughter, and she can't get a window or a door open, can't even voice a scream that wants to come out-
this place is cruel, on every level. )
I-Ishimaru-kun--!!
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But her distress is obviously more pressing, to him anyway — if he can't get outside, he can't get outside. Ishimaru will have to be okay, somehow. (But oh how he wishes it were him in battle instead; how this could all be avoided if he were made to participate...)]
Nene...
[Instead of stupidly beating on the window, Noah's going to do something bolder and stupider — walk over to her and wrap her in a hug while trying to block her view of the scene. She doesn't need to watch this. No one does.]
...don't look, okay...?
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she never did well, when she was forced into helplessness. )
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He'll be okay... h...he has to be.
[No matter how tight he hugs her, he knows she won't stop shaking. He's been there himself. But the least he can do is not let her go; perhaps at the end of the day they both need this hug.
Both of them are too young for this. Hells, no one should have to witness this, but...]
Ishimaru is... weirdly determined, so I'm sure he won't...
[Die. He won't die, right?]
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( that quiver in his voice, the way his tone breaks as he speaks about ishimaru — it's almost odd while everyone has retreated into their feelings that only komaeda can smile during these circumstances. he's unable to understand why they mourn, why they're afraid, why they seem to cower at the sight of ishimaru faltering, but fighting back yet again. even though he holds onto nene for support, she isn't his hope, and komaeda knows that — )
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[But, at the same time, Ishimaru isn't a fighter. Noah can tell just from looking at the guy — just from all the conversations they'd had. Ishimaru is upstanding, morally-correct, not like Noah who's a punchy kid with an attitude, not like Noah who someone who knows how to kill.]
...but... he's not someone who's supposed to be in something like this. It shouldn't need to be him. He's a good person.
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( why can't a good person be there to strengthen their hope, to expand what it already is? it doesn't matter if the person is good or bad, it's as long as they have hope that being in that situation is fine. not that noah should know-a better, but they aren't from the same home so it makes sense. )
He's showing us his hope, his courage, his will... and you're looking away from that...
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["Good people", unlike Noah; he won't ever consider himself a "good person". It's not that he's fully looking away, necessarily, but Noah can't bring himself to watch this in its entirety. It's sickening. He hates it. He comes from violence, he knows it, it runs in his blood, and yet he flinches away from the worst of it.
Watching people die will never not suck.]
If I wanted to watch people kill each other, I could do that back home.
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( it stands true even now. between madison and ishimaru, and while komaeda's bias for one of them, but there's something he wants to bring up. god, sometimes i do wish komaeda's dementia ate up everything from the past, but considering the front row seats they have to watch what's happening before them. )
How you said... you would make sure no one else would die, if you could help it?
( this is something that can't be helped, this is hope that's growing, they're going against one another to help ishimaru blood his hope into something stronger. )
You can't help someone tending to their own hope in the only way they know how.
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It takes him a minute to find his words again.]
Is this what you think their "hope" is? Them killing each other? How — how is that martyrdom or sacrifice?! Can't you tell neither of them are sacrificing themselves?! This is slaughter.
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( he notices the way he curls around her, and there's nothing komaeda would do to either of them. he's too busy excited by the turn of events, he's concerned as to why everyone hates what's happening despite the effort they put in to survive by their own hope. )
They won't kill each other, only one will die, and the other will use their death to prevail over future problems. ( he'd call madison the sacrifice for ishimaru's hope, and while some people understand, there are others who are against it. it's always been broken into halves, but there's this rift between all of them anyway. )
You've seen many people die, Ebalon-kun, you've lost as well... but this will be no different, a loss here will help you keep fighting, you'll protect those that mean something to you.
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I've seen people die. It's not abnormal to me. No one — no one! — should have to witness the things I've seen. [His gaze pierces right through Komaeda, cold, a warning.] Death should not be the stepping stone for people to progress toward your sense of hope!
[He's not going to get through; he knows better. But he tries, because some part of him — the part that wants to believe in Komaeda despite all evidence telling him to quit while he's ahead — thinks that there's a chance. A hope, ironic as it is.]
"Hope" doesn't have to be based in death! Do you know what gives me hope?! It's not watching people I know kill each other for sport — it's thinking that we might all survive this hellhole and go home. It's knowing that against all odds, my brother would want me to persevere! I don't gain your twisted sense of hope from watching people fight to the death in some fucked-up gladiatorial match — I gain it from watching people dear to me live.
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Worst of all, though, she can see Nene, glassy-eyed and afraid. It’s bad enough that the people outside have been made to participate in this farce, Shinobu thinks. A girl like her shouldn’t be made to watch. ]
That’s enough now, young lady.
[ Shinobu sets her hand down on Nene’s shoulder with a rueful smile. ]
You shouldn’t be watching this.
yo i wish you could have heard the noise i made when i saw this bc shinobu... Queen
it takes her a moment to find her voice as she tries to object- even if shinobu is so very, very right. )
He- He's my friend, what if something- what if something happens to him? I can't- I can't help him-
sdifsd HAHA SRY FOR THE SHOCK
Something inside Shinobu wells up, bubbles, and threatens to boil over. Her smile grows sharp. ]
I know.
[ If there’s anyone who knows how it feels to be weak and powerless, it’s her. ]
We won’t be any help to him here, though. Will you join me on my trip to the nurse’s office?
NO DONT BE im so excited i want this cr so bad
( there's nothing anyone can do to stop any of this, she knows it. watching will only hurt her in the end. nene's so sick of feeling helpless. she's helpless when tsukasa kidnaps her, when ghosts decide to trap her in fake worlds, and especially now- but if shinobu has an idea, she's listening.
looking at the fight one last time, nene rubs at her eyes and follows. )
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[ That’s not true. Shinobu manages well enough on her own, but she’ll happily make excuses if it means keeping Nene occupied with something else.
With a majority of the student population concentrated at the windows and doors leading to the courtyard, the halls are empty, so they make it to the nurse’s office without any trouble. Once they’re there, she makes straight for Nurse-chan’s supply cabinet and rifles through its contents. ]
Now, then… who is it I should thank for helping me today, hmm?
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Nene Yashiro... I'm in 1-B. Who are you?
( oh she hopes that this person didn't already introduce herself, that'd be so embarrassing. )
What are we looking for? The- the first month, I tried getting first aid lessons- I kinda know where some things are...
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[ Most of what Shinobu finds isn’t useless, but they won’t do much in the way of cleaning and dressing wounds. Rather than continue in her vain search, she scoots over to let Nene take over. ]
Could you point me to where the nurse keeps her gauze and bandages?
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I just... wanted everyone to come out of this safely. But... that was naïve of me, wasn't it?
( even though she phrases it like she's asking shinobu, she already knows the answer. from the first murder, she should have known that nothing would ever truly be safe. at shinobu's own question, however, nene's able to find the proper drawer, pulling out a couple of rolls for Shinobu. )
Here...
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[ Because if she doesn’t, that’d be tantamount to calling her sister naïve, too. That’d be tantamount to calling herself naïve. The two of them were weak—Shinobu still is—but they had grandiose dreams of saving others and protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. They pinky swore they would.
That can’t just be naïve. She won’t let it be. ]
We do not fully understand the nature of this school, so it is important that we do our utmost to protect one another. We must help prevent these tragedies in whatever way we are able. If we can’t…
[ Shinobu’s smile falters, if only for a moment. Two can play at false bravado. ]
Then we must be prepared to face what may come after.
Do you know if she keeps anything to clean people’s wounds with? Iodine, perhaps, or a special anti-bacterial gel?
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( though her search doesn't distract her for long. and part of her is glad for it, because what shinobu says is like a cool hug in the middle of a fire, and part of her knows it wouldn't distract her anyways since what she's doing is finding ways to prepare for the aftermath.
why is everything in her head so loud? )
Are you a doctor...?
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Not quite. But I suppose what I do in my line of work is sometimes in line with what doctors do.
[ The bottle isn’t an easy find, but once she spots it, she squeezes past Nene to grab it out from behind a few other nondescript bottles and boxes. For all that she worries otherwise, Nene’s proving to be very helpful. ]
What else did you learn from your first-aid training?
icb nenes a new butterfly mansion recruit
( it's a declaration and a quiet request at the same time- she is not a fighter. hanako-kun has always been the one with the blade while she runs around behind the scenes to try and find the yorishiro- but there's no such thing in this place, and people are getting hurt more and more every day.
shinobu has experience. perhaps more than she'd find anywhere else. nene wants to help. she wants to learn. )
icb shinobu has another little sister
On the other, she sees too much of home in Nene. She sees all the girls she failed. She sees all the girls who looked up to her, who believed in her, who died trying to follow in her footsteps. Not again. She can’t lose another. She has to protect Nene from this. ]
My, oh, my… Are you asking me to be your teacher, Nene-san?
[ She will protect Nene from this. ]
Most people say ‘please’ when they ask for something.
i can. nenes got BIG little sister energy
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i think its getting close to a good wrapping point
shore thing! we can leave it at that