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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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Um...you aren't making any sense. He's not glowing at all. He's just holding a knife! This is confusing and I don't get your comparisons! [They might be a few years younger and shivering like a leaf, but Crona can complain to anything ] Why would you compare someone to fertilizer? Isn't that gross? I hate gross things.
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( is it really that confusing? he cants his head to the side as he stares at the other, watching they're expression to see how they truly feel. they seem fragile, week, and it hasn't even registered to komaeda that they're complaining about anything and everything. )
Is it gross? I wouldn't say it's gross, it gives the other person room to grow. To feed their hope! ( he pauses, and his hand points towards the wild woman madison, and she's the person he's referring to as fertilizer. )
You can call her gross if you want, and you may hate her as well, but if she gives her life for Ishimaru-kun's hope, then she's done everything she can for him!
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[ It reminds them of their past self and the little one. That had been pretty pathetic too. Refusing to kill...didn't really benefit anyone. And when you got used to it, it wasn't so bad. Is that the hope this guy was going on about? It didn't seem very hopeful to Crona just...the sort of numbness you got when you couldn't be scared anymore. ]
I hate everyone... except maybe Maka. But fertilizer is just gross. It's made of animal poop!
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( an ultimate can't lose because they have talent, they have a strong hope based on their talent — ishimaru's hope is so rigid, so outstanding, even komaeda doubts it can be moved. he's like a boulder in his reasonings, in doing what he thinks is right. )
He will do what's right, regardless of what other's think.
( he told komaeda that before at the sleepover, and that unwavering determination is what he believes will show here. ) He won't let anything destroy his hope, and even I know that... because when he overcomes her, he'll be even stronger, and if this happens again... nothing will get in his way.
( he pauses, looking at crona, a little saddened. ) Do you hate yourself too?
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[ At Komeada's words they stiffen, crooked smile dropping. ] Don't look at me like that. [ They fiddle with their hair. ] I don't know how to deal with you looking at me. I'm pretty cowardly and really weak, so I hate the world. Do I have to spell it out for you?
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( komaeda never stays on topic, not when it matters, because it's true that the ultimate found his hope, that he's attempting to fight back. no matter how scary it may seem, he'll grow from this, that's how everyone else, they learn from their mistakes, or the hardships they overcome. he's unable to doubt someone with a talent that ishimaru has, and he's someone that komaeda respects. )
That doesn't tell me if you hate yourself... but we'll find out along the way.
( even komaeda's trash, he's literal garbage, he's hated by the world though he loves so much about the world that harbors hope. )
That said... you don't have to explain anything to scum like me, but if you want to spell it... I won't stop you.
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Did you know, my blood is black? That's what really matters. Ragnorok is sleeping right now but if he was here he'd tell you off for me. [ They hide beneath their fringe, clutching at their shoulders a little. ] I don't know what I feel. I'm just scared a lot. I can't deal with people. Maka says thats ok? So its ok, right?
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( pretty simple, so crona listens to them is what komaeda's starting to understand, or maybe the maka person given the way her name has appeared many times within their conversation. )
Your blood is black... Well, mine is ( pink. ) red... but that doesn't mean just because we're different you don't have hope inside of you.
( he pauses, looking at the other as they admit how they feel... but perhaps being scared isn't really an emotion to them. komaeda will learn the hard way, he supposes. )
...Also Maka's right, there's nothing wrong with that, so I'll help you make bonds with others.
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[ They stay silent for the rest of Komeada's explanation. Its not exactly like he's explaining himself...but this is a bit like what Maka said once right? Is this what people taking the time to deal with you feels like?
And hey! If your Crona, fear can not just be an emotion, but a way of life! :)! ]
E-eh! Wait! I can't deal with brazen assumptions like that! You can't just help me out of nowhere! I just yelled at you!
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( actually sounds like a terrible fate considering the circumstances, to be here with no one they can trust, or anyone that they know. if they did, komaeda believes they would have been attached to someone when he found them in the auditorium. sadly, that wasn't the case, and instead he has crona with him until they decide to leave to disappear somewhere else. )
Trash like me hurt by your words...? ( he sighs, looking off to the side slightly dejected. ) Yeah, I don't think so...
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Ew, why would you compare yourself to trash? That's grosser then fertilizer. [ Helpful kid, aren't they? ] If you start sprouting banana peels I won't know how to deal with that.
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( komaeda even looks around, digging into the wound of making it clear that maka is nowhere around them. he even goes as far as to place the width of his hand along his brows over his eyes so that he can get a better view of their surroundings. the worst part is that komaeda doesn't even know what they look like. )
Yep, I don't see her anywhere. ( upon their question, komaeda lowers his hand back down, and laughs sheepishly. )
Because that's what I am, have you never seen an incompetent human before? You're just like me... well, a little lower!
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I see a lots of incompetent pathetic people. Usually I have to kill them. [They sigh a little, frowning. ] I guess I do things differently now. But you don't seem that bad. You just talk funny. I can deal with that, at least.
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( he chuckles, but he doesn't appear to actually be sorry, instead, he seems to be having a great time with their conversation. at least he knows that whoever that is happens to be someone important to them, though, he wants to check one more thing about her. ) What's Maka-san's last name, I'm just making sure we aren't getting confused.
( like... they didn't mean maya? did they? because she doesn't look like she can keep any friends. )
Is that a compliment? ...Did you say something nice about me?
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[ The scythe is also a guy but Crona is like chronically disinterested in Soul. ]
I just said you talk funny...Is that a compliment? I'm not used to talking to people for this long.
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( at them mentioning a scythe, something about that is familiar, way too familiar.. and brown too? didn't noah mention something about knowing something with these same details? he could be wrong though, and while he doesn't want to send crona towards the wrong direction, he'll just make light note of it. )
You should speak with Ebalon-kun, I think he may have some answers... ( there is a problem that they won't know who he is, so looking around, he points over to the youth a little ways over. )
...And he isn't either, so you'll both do good to make conversation.
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Ebalon-san? What class is he in? I'm still learning everyone's names. [Or well. Actually they do know the names, and the faces a bit. School memories are weird. They tilt their head around to stare at the boy a little ways away. ] Why's he bad at it? He's not hard to deal with, is he?
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( you know, how else will he give his motivational hope speeches if he doesn't know where they are? komaeda's memory isn't the best, so he isn't aware if he knows crona or not. it's why he puts effort into learning about them despite their skittish personality, and seeing that they'd probably do better without being surrounded by company. )
He's afraid, and you should be afraid of him as well.
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E-eh! I absolutely don't want to deal with him then! People who scare me are the hardest to deal with, right after people who are weird!