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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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[ God, he reminds him of someone specific -- at least this guy isn't sporting the disgustingly bulging muscles and shit to match, so there's that. Even though he's got an arm that reminds him of Z's...what's that about, even. Is that normal here? Is that why his own arm fucking hurts right now?
Dito rolls his eyes. ]
The only kind of hope you should be worrying about right now is whether I shove my spear up your ass or not.
[ Dito speaks so openly, only to end up having a moment's hesitation after he finishes --
Ah, right. He doesn't have a spear right now. He's supposed to, though? His brow furrows in a perplexed way, and he moves one of his hands to scratch at the side of his head in an almost irritated way. ]
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( it's hard to let anything shake off the thrill he's getting from this — even if he's hurt, at least this means he was able to witness the way ishimaru's blinding hope was displayed to them all. his breath hitches, and he doesn't know if he can form a coherent sentence at the moment as he takes a step closer towards him. )
You're going to do it? Aren't you...? Then I'm waiting! Ahahaha...
( he sounds sort of out of it, and even his eyes begin to display this awful mixture of black and white lines that mesh together in spirals, and he looks towards dito contemplating whether his hope overweighs his despair. he imagines what it must look like if he went against ishimaru, and how he knows the ultimate would be able to handle him in seconds — he'd be a stepping tone towards that greatness they're trying to achieve. )
...what sort of hope do you have in store for him? Try me first, and I'll see if you're worthy to be in his graces...
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Dito raises his brows at Komaeda, tentatively taking a step back when the other takes a step forward. Still, the corners of his mouth twitch and he scoffs a laugh, crossing his arms in the process -- whether to give himself more of a buffer from the other or not is up in the air.
He tilts his head, more condescendingly than curiously. ]
You want it that bad? I'm kidding, of course...
[ Okay, now he's kind of sweating. But still, at least he has an excuse in this situation: ]
Do I look like I've got a spear, dumbass?
[ The hope talk is a lot, and while it mostly goes over Dito's head considering he doesn't give a shit about it...he still wonders what exactly is up with this guy. He's pretty good at gauging people and categorizing them right off the bat, even if they're weirdos, but this is new.
It reminds him almost of Cent, when the other had refused to join him and confused him -- why did he reject him? Why didn't he want a twisted world where he could fit in the same as him?
-- Although he blinks hard, wondering why he even recalls something like that. He's been at school, after all. He doesn't know a Cent.
Even though he he does.
God. He rubs his own temples at this point. But at least there's one thing he's sure of... ]
If you wanna die that badly though, I'll go ahead and do it for you.
[ Honestly, he doesn't even see Komaeda as a challenge. "Worthy" for a guy that is hesitating in a knife fight... It would be funny to Dito if it weren't insulting. He doesn't quite understand whatever the fuck this "hope" is that the other is talking about, but it doesn't matter.
All that matters is that the other is human flesh, ripe for being mutilated. ]
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a spear? he has a spear? but where he doesn't have it with him? isn't this what they call an excuse? is this some sort of trick? is he really letting komaeda of all people down? he needs a spear to do anything to him... talk about keeping his hope at arm's length. this is what makes him stop in place, thinking everything over as his prosthetic raises to his head, rubbing through mess locks of hair from frustration.
how... sad... )
Sigh...
( yeah, he did. )
You talk so big, but give very little... ( he was looking forward to what the other would be able to give ishimaru, he really was. ) I guess you really do account for your size.
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Dito stops in his tracks at this point, brows knitting together in advanced irritation. ]
I said, I'm gonna shove it up your ass. Once if find it. I've figured it out, by the way... These guys are screwing around with our memories and shit, yeah?
[ He spits.
Right there, on the classroom floor.
He won't admit it, but Komaeda's seriously pissing him off, here. His "size"? The fuck does that mean?
It prompts him to step forward at this point, although not without grabbing a pen off the nearest desk, gripping it almost a little too hard in a fist.
He...really is short, so this results in him looking up at Komaeda when he closes the distance between them, glaring daggers at the other before he abruptly attempts to jab the open end of the pen right into the side of Komaeda's neck.
There's plenty of leeway to avoid this or make it less effective, however.
Considering: Dito is short, he's dealing with weirdass transitory memories that may make him hesitate to kill one of his beloved classmates (lol), and anyone else in the vicinity may or may not intervene.
But still.
They think this is funny? Well he's about to be hilarious. ]
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( komaeda's a simple ultimate who is easily swayed by the simple things life give him, and dito happens to be one of the many. his own budding irritation brings komaeda to smile, watching as he's beginning to learn the mechanics of this world they happen to find themselves in. those past memories mean little to komaeda, so he doesn't have much to say on it — or rather, he'd allow dito to figure it out for himself. his sickly, pale green eyes stare, but it's easy to tell that he's seeing through him.
he follows the other's movement, noticing his choice in weapon, and there's a thought that runs through his mind on how that's a bit too small for him. he doubts it'll cause enough damage to his person, but what if the chances are there, what if something this small could kill him right where he stands. he wonders if there's any hope that can be found in a death as uncreative as this, and that thought alone makes him have reservations towards the entire thing. dying so easily would allow the other a chance against ishimaru, but what's gained from that, but he is torn between the pros and cons of this. )
Of all people... ( there's a tired sigh that follows after, almost like he's pitying the youth before him. ) I'll allow you to stick it inside of me...
( you're not telling me komaeda shares school memories with this bitch, sighs... he's a pretty good beloved classmate, i'll give you that. anyway, with their distance starting to lessen, komaeda stands in place waiting for the other to do what he wants. komaeda's life has had enough ups and downs where not much of anything scares him anymore, and that's all thinks to his luck so he carries on carefree and laidback — ah, he does feel bad that he's missing ishimaru's brightest moment though.
it's on cue the moment dito lifts his arm is where the ceiling tiles from above, two or three, come falling down in his vicinity— the sharp edge to drop on the brunette's head, and one of the tiles getting in the way of komaeda's neck and the pen so that it's stabbed into it, and not him. as for the cherry on top, one of the many rats of the residence drops down from the open tiles of the roof right onto dito's face — a fat one at that, and his little claws latch to dito's face not wanting to fall.
komaeda gasps, shocked from who he sees. )
Naughty Wilbur!? Is that you?
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The thought is honestly half distracting to him right now, and he's genuinely getting excited about this --
-- At least, until something hits his head. He hisses in pain and drops the pen, not even realizing where it's went or caring, because his hand is now flying to the back of his head, which is bleeding onto his hand.
And then there's the rat. Not that Dito even realizes it's a rat at first, but there's something on his face scratching him, and now he's really pissed off. ]
-- Fuck! Get off me, you piece of shit--
[ His other hand grabs for the rat's body. He's not gentle about it, either -- if he manages to grab it, he's going to squeeze it's little guts out. ]
cw: self harm
...
( what does this mean for dito? well, the final cry that came from the rat had a very — CALLING ALL RATTIES feel to it, and in turn the tiles above them shake, then stop. nothing comes down, but that might have been a warning for all they know, also a warning that komaeda ignores in favor of sighing, disappointed even more.
it's what he should have expected, after all, that something would get in the way of his anticipated death. understanding that his chance is probably gone, he shakes his head first as he watches the other from where he stands, and while he should feel uncomfortable with the fact the other was trying to kill him. he begins to walk towards the exit of the area where everyone is gathered so that he can make sure dito follows, and no one else is caught up in it. )
Come with me, as soon as we're out... can you cut yourself... you're pretty difficult to look at.
( ugly! )
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That's when he notices the ceiling is further misbehaving, and he looks up with a furrowed brow. He's straight up not having a good time right now.
He only looks back over at Komaeda when he notices the other starting to leave. He opens his mouth to bitch, instinctively, at the idea of following this guy -- but quickly decides otherwise when he hears scurrying above the ceiling again.
So he'll end up following the other, idly rubbing at the back of his head again even as he glances back to make sure nothing ends up happening before they get out. His direction immediately goes back to Komaeda after hearing what the other says, though. ]
You first, asshole. I've already had enough slicing and dicing done on me here, so I'm good, thanks.
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( he asks, looking at the other because maybe komaeda's finally going to invest in this. everyone has them in this school, some have a copious amount while others only have a few. komaeda has his fair share, but since he's never seen the other before he takes it that they must be new to this entire ordeal. his tallies are hidden within his jacket sleeve, so there's not much for him to see. instead, he walks towards dito to stare at his short stature. )
Have they told you if you spill your own blood, you can find better water to wash yourself...
( as he says that, there's the sound of something skittering from from above again, as if there's something following them. he doesn't say anything because this doesn't seem like a problem for him, but as he stares at dito, eyes wide with excitement.
will he stand in place to let komaeda see? )