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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 growls and gives her words a thoughtful pause.]
I know... I know who I am. I have two souls within me. Two brothers bound forever!
[He balls up a fist while he tries to channel that energy.]
This isn't about what that b- that bad lady wants! This is about the me... the me who can really survive this school!!
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If you want to change, if you feel that's right for you... If it helps you, you should do it. But, you don't need to. Not if you don't want to. We're gonna survive because this place can't change our hearts, even if it changes everything else.
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This place can't change their hearts... but then what about what just happened? He feels like he's already been changed forever by this experience.]
That's a strong conviction you have there. ...Don't let go of it. No matter how far your heroes fall.
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so, despite how... continually uncertain she is, she closes the gap between them and goes to throw her arms around his middle, pressing her head into his side.]
You don't look fallen to me. [and she just lets that one sit there.]
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[It completely takes him by surprise. That Stephanie would still hug him at a time like this, and in this condition! His hair fluctuates for a moment, and he stands there for a moment not sure what to do.]
Be careful, I... my clothes are dirty. [He sounds like his old self again. Still, he partially returns the gesture by placing his hand atop her head.]
...I am surprised that I do not look it. But I feel it.
[He feels so dirty, like he's violated core things that he's stood for. Like he's betrayed himself and every friend he's made, here and at Hope's Peak. So he's surprised that she still finds value in him.]
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at that last line, she pauses, hugs him that much tighter, and, blinking hard, turns her head up to look at his face.]
It's okay to not be okay right now. You know? Just remember that we're here for you, okay? All of us. [even the crazy ones.] Whatever you need.
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Her words and her hold combined help him to feel some warmth. Something resembling comfort in these dark times.]
E-everyone... everyone is still here for me? Even as... a killer. [He's used to the way things go back home. When everyone stands united against the murderer, and watches them die.]
...I appreciate the gesture, and the offer... Stephanie-kun.
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[and, she doesn't say, it wasn't like he seemed to be fighting an actual person anymore. whatever magic had changed their eyes had clearly changed much more.]
And of course we are! Some of us here have killed people for real and don't even feel bad about it, and we still let them hang out. You're still our friend... And pretty much our leader by default? It's not like we have anyone else who's even half as good.
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Those words are a higher honor than I thought myself worthy of. If others are still willing to accept me after all of this... then- then I will do my best not to let you all down as a leader.
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[she breaks the hug, then just sorta. glances down at her clothes.]
... If you can leader your way into getting us access to showers, I think everybody would really appreciate that. [because right now her options are to go clean this dirty blood off with. also blood, but just the normal blood. the clean blood.]
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Now there's another reason for the tears in his eyes.]
We will... get through this... together.
[He seems like he's making that statement for his own sake as much as hers. He manages to give a small laugh at Stephanie's comment, without trying to look at how badly her clothes have been bloodied.]
I shall be sure to add that to the list of suggestions!
...
...Th-thank you.
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... I know people think I can't help out a lot, and try to hide things from me, because I'm little... But, Sportacus says you're never too small to help a friend. If this student council stuff ever gets too much... Well, I'm here to listen. No matter who you are that day.
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...I appreciate your offer. Truly, I do. It is true that you are little, and I want to protect you so badly. But... I will not underestimate you either! ...You are such a strong girl, for all you've had to endure in this school. I know that... I can rely on you.
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Go get cleaned up. Try to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. [for whatever that brings.]
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...Y-yes. ...Will do.
[He now really wishes this place had showers more than ever! But with that, he gives Stephanie a small smile before he drags himself away to rest!]