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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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You - you really have known him. But how?! And there are even more around here?
[He wonders if he's just talking about Makoto and Kyoko, though he's trying to not even think about the latter right now. Well, there was one other person who seemed aware of the killing game.]
Ah, like that one punk. [Now he no longer has to hold back when referring to Komaeda!]
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[Neither of those sounds likely, but he can't imagine anyone calling Kaede a punk.
Kokichi gives Ishimaru a curious look, stretching his arms idly behind his head like they aren't talking about a homicidal robot bear.]
Our whole class dealt with his nonsense. Y'know, the killing game and executions and all that.
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[Now he's even more confused! To think he that he met Amami just recently.]
The punk I was talking about is named Komaeda! B-but, you... you also endured all of that?! Another killing game? Are you also from Hope's Peak?!
[He's full of questions right now, he can't even focus on being in character!]
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Huh? Hope's Peak? Never heard of it.
[Lies. Hinata had mentioned that name, too. But playing completely dumb might prove more useful right now. His head tilts, seemingly innocently perplexed by Ishimaru's questions.]
Why, what's that got to do with a killing game?
[But...ugh. He doesn't like the thought that Komaeda of all people is tangled up in this somehow, too. Sure, he had his weird thirst for Ultimates... And Hinata had said Hope's Peak was a school for Ultimates, didn't he?]
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I - I see. That's because I happen to be a student of Hope's Peak Academy, a school for the most talented of young people.
[Then, he balls a fist as he tries inject some more Mondo energy into his words.]
It was supposed to be our first day, but that SOB of a bear forced us into that killing game instead! You mentioned classmates, so I figured maybe he got another class of Hope's Peak too. Is Monokuma targeting multiple high schools?!
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For a moment, he frowns. It doesn't all slot together nicely. Not like there are still pieces of the puzzle missing, but rather like he's trying to fit together pieces from entirely separate puzzles. What the hell's going on here?
He recovers quickly at least, adopting a surprised expression.]
Wow, maybe! Have you ever heard of the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles?
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As Kokichi mentions that school, it brings up no sign of recognition for him. He just shakes his head.]
No, I have never heard of such a school. Is that where you attended? [Why does it sound like some kind of detention center...?]
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More or less. Hey, where was Hope's Peak? Is it well-known?
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He proceeds to recite the exact location of Hope's Peak.]
Of course it is well-known! It is essentially the most prestigious school in the whole country. Students who attend there are acknowledged for having an Ultimate-level talent and guaranteed success in life after graduation!
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[This is...definitely something to look into more. But he can shelve it for the moment. He's gotta multitask. He's already doing a decent enough job at distracted Ishimaru from his immediate trauma, but maybe too good. Since, y'know, he's kinda gotta walk that back a bit now to work his way towards other goals.
Kokichi shrugs, like this whole shared robot bear killing game thing is just an odd coincidence, and keeps walking, clearly expecting Ishimaru to follow.]
Whatever. Hey, so I guess you're officially in the student council now, huh?
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[It doesn't make any sense! He tries to mull over the issue more in his head, and now there's so many questions he wonders about this other school and this other killing game.
But then that's driven off of his mind as Kokichi changes the subject, to one that quickly regains his full attention. The whole election he just endured... the ordeal that was practically his killing game. He winces, slowing down a bit, but otherwise moving with Kokichi.]
Hrgh! That's right, the... that was... the election. [He had been so hung up on what had happened, that he wasn't even thinking much about what it was all for.]
...I should now be part of the student council. N-now that I have stained my hands!
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Despite that, Kokichi adopts a politely skeptical look.]
Yyyyeah, that was pretty rough. You don't really look like you're keeping it together all that well...
[Y'know. What with the sudden hair color change and the radical personality shift.]
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In response to that, Kiyondo flares up.]
Hey now, I'm doing perfectly fine!! I'm ready to kick butt and take names, young man!
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Are you sure? I mean, I know I could trust our dependable Ishimaru-chan with this kinda thing, but you're not really acting like yourself right now...
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Of course I'm not myself! I'm a better myself now!! And I'm not about to take any dung from anyone!
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Ehh?? So the Ishimaru-chan that kills people is better? Is that it?
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N-no! That is not... not what I meant! Murder is not right! But that... this is who I am now!
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You mean a murderer?
[He shrugs.]
Well, I guess if you wanna take the easy way out, you might as well embrace it...
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Hey, hey hey! What's that supposed to mean?! The easy way out? You're talking to a true hard worker! [The force in his voice starts to die down.] I... I am not about to take the easy way out of anything! ...Let alone... embracing something like that!
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You're sounding preeetty aggressive for a "hard-worker". Aren't intimidation tactics like these just a bully's way of getting what they want? Jeez, how lame... The Ishimaru-chan I remember was so stubborn about doing everything the right way no matter what. He'd never just yell at someone 'cause he doesn't like what they're saying...
[He rolls his eyes and blows a puff of breath in Ishimaru's face, like that's all that's needed to ward him off.]
But I guess that guy wouldn't have resorted to murder either. Oh well!
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Ishimaru deflates slightly and takes a few hesitant steps back.]
No, that's wrong! I- I am not trying to be a bully! And I did not want to murder!
[He growls as more tears stream down his cheeks.]
B-but things are different now. Things are changing. I can't just be me anymore. To survive this place, to be tough enough, I- I have to be two people!
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You still look like just one person to me. I'm not into supporting delusions, y'know? You say it's to be tougher, but that's definitely a lie. You're just lying to yourself, that's all.
[Tough love, bitch.]
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[He trembles a bit as he confronts that possibility, but then he digs in his heels and balls up his fist.]
No, it can't be! This is my truth. I'm sure of it! Kyoudai's spirit is here with me...! We're one!!
[Each word rings with desperation, though.]
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Ugh. Y'know what's really lame? A guy boasting about how much tougher he is when he's really just trying to hide from reality.
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Th-that's why I need both our strength. That's all!!
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