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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 listens as she explains, relieved that the cut doesn't seem to be too serious. Except for the suturing part. That part makes him sweat a bit! Especially once he sees the needle in question. That's going to be used on his arm?! But he still tries to prepare himself, and to put on his strongest front.]
If- if that's really necessary... than do your worst, Doc!!
[He then winces his eyes closed so he doesn't have to see what's happening!! Maybe that will dull the pain!]
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I want you to remember this pain, Kiyotaka-kun.
[ Once she’s finished with his last stitch, her eyes flit up and she levels him with a look. It’s nothing like the smile she usually wears, the one he and the rest of their classmates are used to seeing. It’s unnatural. Forced. It’s there to hide her anger, her sadness, her fear—the feelings she can’t keep tamped down. ]
This will be how you atone.
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N-none of this pain... can easily be forgotten by me. [He utters that weakly as he looks back at her. This physical pain, and all of the other pain he's been sustaining since the election began. He goes on with less certainty.]
...This is... my atonement?
[It's the kind of thing he knows he needs now, but he hasn't known where to begin in even obtaining that.]
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[ Shinobu hopes it’s punishment enough, anyway. For all that she thinks Kiyotaka deserves it, she definitely doesn’t revel in what pain she’s caused him. She doesn’t want to have to do it again. She doesn’t want to look at him, see the forlorn look in his eye, and remember how she hurt him.
But, if nothing else, Kiyotaka can take solace in the fact that the worst of it seems to be over. She packs away her sewing implements and gets to dressing his wound with a roll of bandages. ]
Once you have suffered as much as Madison-san was made to suffer, you will be absolved of your crimes. You will be forgiven.
[ But will any of them ever be able to look at him the same way again? Will any of them be able to look past the murderer and see the kind-hearted, well-meaning young man inside? ]
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The tears are streaming down his face anew and stinging him, while the pain from the sewing needle is still fresh in his mind. He can say that he's suffering at the very least.]
I... I see. [He mutters weakly as he considers her words.] So that is the key to this.
...I feel as if... I still have a ways to go... to match her level of pain.
[It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He doubts he'll sleep soundly anytime soon, when closing his eyes can invite the mental image of Madison's innards spilling out of her body.]
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[ If there’s anyone who knows how much it hurts to be too weak to save somebody, to be responsible for their death, it’s Shinobu. The girls training to become her successor, her parents, her sister… Madison is but one upon scores. Shinobu imagines she won’t be the last, either—especially not at a school like this.
After securing his bandage, she closes her first-aid kit with a ‘snap.’ His face is still a mess, but it’s nothing a damp cloth won’t fix. ]
I’d like to question you further, but given your current condition, I feel it would be best to discuss things after your wounds have healed.
[ She takes a deep breath in, holds it for a moment, then lets it go. ]
I’ll see you in a week to remove your stitches. Please avoid putting your arm under any undue strain until then, okay?
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It's agony, and an incredible pain of its own. But he knows that wouldn't feel right to claim that pain alone as his atonement. He has to go further, to suffer a different kind of pain. Shinobu's helped him to realize that much. After she bandages him, he glances towards the bandage and nods slowly.]
...Very well. I'll try my best. [With how unpredictable life is at this school, he feels like he cannot make any promises. But he will try to be careful.]
I guess I do feel... quite tired. We can speak more... at another time. [He tries to toughen up again, despite the pain and the tears, but he still manages to gently add on-]
...Thank you for your aid.