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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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Ishimaru-kun, I was looking for you.
( truthfully? he looks a little worse for wear himself. his movement is a little stiff, and that smile of his shifts into a bit more of a grimace than anything else periodically, but you know what? this ain't about him. and that smile of his will certainly widen as he closes the distance between the two of them. )
Sorry, I wanted to come talk to you earlier, but...
( well... yeah. )
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I get it. [He says, acknowledging his delay.]
Now's as good a time as any to talk. Go on, I'm all ears! [He's still trying to sound tougher.]
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( for a while there, amami had been pretty worried about the way ishimaru would respond to... well, what he had to go through. not that amami can say it's a good thing overall, what with his strange new appearance (eyes lingering as he takes in the differences,) but it's certainly better than to have his will snap. a guy like him — well, amami didn't want to see anything like that happen to him. )
Well, it's not like I had anything in particular to say, though... Ah, actually — I do have something for you.
( with the realization, he'll hold up a paperback novel, offering it for the other to take. )
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[And this is how he's getting himself through this. By feeling Mondo's energy within him, he feels like he can carry on.
Given his talk with Ouma yesterday, he feels like he does have things to say himself! But for now, he accepts the book and looks it over curiously.]
What's this... 'Battle Royale'? [He frowns as he tries to place the title.] I've heard of this. Isn't this a highly controversial novel?
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( he pauses here, thinking it over. considering the title and the person it's from? it probably doesn't give off the greatest impression, no. that said, it didn't strike amami as a mocking gesture when it wad handed to him either.
one excuse won't hurt, and he gestures absently as he puts it into words. )
Have you read it before? It might be a bit difficult to swallow in a situation like this, but... I think it's worth seeing through to the end.
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[He gives a skeptical look towards Amami at the mention of Komaeda's name. So far, he hasn't exactly proven to be trustworthy in Ishimaru's eyes! But Amami's not like him, and he sees serious about it, so... he'll entertain his offer.]
No, I have never read this book before. Are you sure that this is a truly worthwhile read?
[From what he knows about it, it feels like the last thing he would want to read in this situation!]
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( he'd like to think he has a little more tact than that. even so, he's also in a position where he can see the value of what komaeda was (maybe?) trying to say through it. you know, besides what's probably an apology for the sleepover incident; it seems like the other remembered something about ishimaru's interests from there.
anyway, it's not that amami agrees with it, but he doesn't think it comes from a place of malice. )
Still, if a story was only about senseless killing with nothing more behind it, I don't think it would've become a classic like this one, y'know? I can't really speak for him, but that's what I thought when I saw it.
( otherwise he would have rejected the request as soon as he had. )
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Yes, I suppose that there must be some sort of important message to the work for it be considerer a classic! I... I will be sure to read it and pass on my thoughts! [He doesn't sound too excited to read it, but if he approaches this like an assignment...] I could even make it into a book report!
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But I'm just the messenger, so I'll let you decide what to make of it.
( it it works for ishimaru, who's he to judge? there's a smile accompanying his words, but give him a few moments, and this is probably as good a chance to shift the topic as any. his expression shifts to something more serious, concerned as he meets ishimaru's eyes. )
That aside, how're you holding up? No matter how much vitality you might have, ( to borrow ishimaru's words, ) I can't imagine that was easy to go through...
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Then, a more serious frown crosses his face as he's reminded of the previous day's events.]
...It's fine. Of course, without a doubt, it was one of the hardest ordeals of my entire life. But it's over now. And now I'm a new me again!! I won't... let myself be pushed around so easily!
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Yeah, there's nothing to be gained from giving up when things get difficult. For what it's worth, you can always come to me if there's something I can help with.
( no reason he has to go it alone. )
But there's something you said back then — it's been bothering me...
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[He manages to say that much. As much as he throws around this idea of a 'new him', his talks with others have managed to get him to calm down about the Kiyondo persona and not disappear completely into it. He knows he can still count on others...
He looks on curiously at Amami's question.]
Yes, what is the matter?
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( he's bringing a hand up to his chin now, trying to recall the exact words, but that's not really the important part. )
I'll be direct. You know about the killing game, don't you?
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...I- I see. So you brought up the topic that I intended to raise...
[Kokichi had mentioned his name, after all.]
Yes, it is true. Before I came here, I was trapped in a killing game at Hope's Peak Academy. ...And yesterday, Oma-kun mentioned you were part of a class that was caught up in a different one.