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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.

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✽ 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.

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[ Ishimaru opens his eyes to find himself in the middle of the courtyard, hands empty and pockets carrying only what he brought to the student council assembly.

To his left, a student stinks their teeth into a candidate's arm, tearing away bloodied fabric. To his right, another student holds their knife in both hands to still the shaking, driving the point straight into another candidate's stomach. In front of him stands Madison, with only trace recognition in her yellow eyes. ]

[Mewtwo didn't really want to go to the auditorium, and she's alarmed when she realizes she can't leave her seat until the presentation is over. Once it is over, she follows the students racing to the windows, and pushes her way to the front.

And then she sees students with knives crowding around a smaller group of students. She pounds on the window, but even that doesn't seem to break. She's completely powerless here, she's learned.

But that doesn't mean she wants to give up and watch some kids get slaughtered, so she grabs the nearest person and points outside, as if to say "how can we get out there?"]

[ ...

...

If he knew this was going to happen, he would've tried to give Ishimaru a good weapon.

His hands were trembling. This was really the literal definition of a nightmare; he wasn't familiar with most of the faces because he hadn't really spoken to them. Though he knew the names of some that were attached to them. More importantly, however... ]

... Please make it out of there alive, Ishimaru-xiong.

[ He wanted to shout that he had to kill her. Anyone who was in his way, and not to dare hesitate, but there were other people watching, and he obviously couldn't say something so cruel. ]

( why did she come here? no reason, really. totally not because she bullied ishimaru a few days back and now she wants to see him win this stupid thing and feel better about it. all's well that ends well, right?

not at this school, apparently.

she hates being glued to the chair, but she hates what happens next even more — ishimaru's stuck outside, with a bunch of rabid, yellow-eyed zombie-like students, faces she's seen before, faces that disappeared into nothingness one day — and she feels panic stir deep in her stomach, rushing over to the window as soon as they can get up, and shoving anyone in the way... to the side, somewhere. )

Hey! Let us out, too!! ( is she gonna bang on the windows and try to force the door open... YES. please... she's too weak-hearted to watch another person she bullied die?? )

( for all that nene is a happy-go-lucky fool, she's not an idiot. not when she noticed inaba missing, not when she stopped seeing shirogane in the halls, not when people vanishing one by one with silence echoed so loudly in her heart.

and now ishimaru is in the courtyard for the slaughter, and she can't get a window or a door open, can't even voice a scream that wants to come out-

this place is cruel, on every level. )

I-Ishimaru-kun--!!

( he's supposed to make a speech, but maybe now's a better time to think because of what's going on — with everyone crowded around, there's confusion laced in his voice. )

What are you all worried about?

( tapping the glass of the window, he's pointing out the ultimate specifically than anyone else. )

Ishimaru-kun is the perfect example of hope to be shown to us, and everyone else in this school. ( that's something he firmly believes, as long as he has talent which equates to the strength of his hope, he'll be able to get through this. besides, he takes his talent seriously, using it in his daily life while in the school, and komaeda believes that stopping someone like him would be impossible. ) He's practically shining, and his hope will pave the way to our freedom as well once he's able to get through this.

( he laughs softly, pointing at who he's against, and that's said with no hesitation at all. )

Who he's against is just the fertilizer for the soil, and will help hope's roots dig deeper into the earth... so there's nothing for any of you to be concerned about. This is... hope... to watch him illuminate the darkness before you all, and then once everyone sees... ahah... if this is a hurdle he can pass, then the rest of you can too — well, some...

( half of you untalented bitches kinda struggling. )

[For his part, Kokichi just...watches. Blank-faced, totally still. It's probably clear that Shuichi's a better person than him, doing his best to help somehow along with Rika while Kokichi does nothing. But what can he really do?

It leaves a sick feeling in his stomach to think he'd toyed with the idea of signing up himself. Despite everything, he didn't anticipate this.]

[Lucifer's sort of on the opposite end of the spectrum here, whereas everyone else seems to be rooting for Ishimaru, he's... weirdly torn, because to be frank he barely knows Ishimaru. It's Madison who he knew and considered a friend, someone who reminded him of his late sister — brash and impulsive and impossibly stubborn in ways that would normally piss him off.

So he's standing there with his arms folded over his chest, a look of pain on his face. In the past, humans killing each other didn't matter to him; why should it? He's the Avatar of Pride, a demon, the most powerful of the Seven Sins... and yet...

Against his better judgement, there are some things Lucifer has come to value; maybe the other demons were right when they said he'd grown soft. As much as he wants Madison to live, he doesn't want someone else to die for it. The world is cruel and bloody enough without this unnecessary war. Lucifer has seen enough needless sacrifice in his time walking this earth. Hells, he'd done it himself.

Unbeknownst to him, midway through watching this fight, his distress over the whole spectacle causes him to switch forms in what is the briefest flash of a purple aura, wings flexing sadly at his back.

If he thwapped you with them or blocked your view, er, sorry, he's really not focused on that right now.]

Edited 2021-05-31 20:53 (UTC)

[ Crona didn't understand what was going on at all. A few days ago they'd woken up here and not recognized anyone or where they were. This certainly wasn't Nevada or Europe or anywhere they'd been... All they could figure out was that this place was weird. Despite their myriad of complaints, nobody seemed to mind them overly much. Their faces seemed blurry and indistinct. Only a few people stood out as memorable.

Sitting in the auditorium they had seen a few of these people give speeches Crona reeaaally didn't get, and then shuffle away. Then the yelling starts. They yelp, covering their ears and cowering in place as the rest of the students stream outside, and Crona is left alone in the auditorium. ]

Um... [ It feels weird to talk to themselves without Ragnorok there. They stand unsteadily, blinking. ] I really don't like understanding things! Can someone explain what's going on!

[ Nanami sits at the second floor looking through the windows into the courtyard. She can see Rika and Saihara running - or slamming at the windows. Trying their hardest to tell Ishimaru something, no less to remedy the issue. When she had heard what would take place, and followed the other students to the halls. She knew very well what was to come and it caused her stomach to lurch, her heart to ache.

She thought that despite the horrors of this school, perhaps there was some peace of mind and hope to cling to. When looking down reflectively at the circumstances of Jabberwock island compared to a place like this. She knows now it was foolhardy to believe that her new life - her chance at something new. A second chance. Would come so easily, if not effortlessly. No. She was born always into a game of death, and this place no different from her last life. Made certain she understood that now.

It hurt her to think, that this was all she was for. However, ultimately in a matter of speaking she at least could do better than others. She hears the soft somber woes of Nene, who could not bear watching the scene unfold.

Nanamis own eyes do not waver. She does not move and does not so much as speak, a neutral expression not looking away from the scene below. Her right hand trembles slightly, as it presses against the window. What was there to do when your friends lives were on the line for a world that seemed to want to play games with it. What was there even to do?

Nothing would amend to her actions - she knew that. Yet watching Saihara and Rika go about attempting to go against the rules or the normal, made her still feel hopeful. There had to be something, to end all of this.

She would try harder. ]

[ A piece of him knew better than to attend, and yet he's becoming increasingly more obedient in leaving the ordinary behind; assuming that the worse will come with just a simple announcement. Hajun doesn't know what to expect, and yet he doesn't appear to be as surprised as some of his peers while they crowd the windows. Observing, stomach twisting in disgust as the objective is discussed with such indifference. Like it's tradition.

Hajun doesn't put half the effort in of attempting to get inside the courtyard like others do. He stands there, almost in a daze, drifting a hand upward to tap a nail against the glass idly. ]

Underneath the wisteria... [ His voice is soft, and unlike his usual, boyish charm. It lacks innocence and is deeper in tone; his true voice. ] Maybe if he doesn't get too emotional he could get out of this alive.

[Here lies Angel, in a nearby room, curled up on her little pillow and sleeping, unaware of the hell that's happening outside.]

[ !!!Spoilers for SDR2, chapter 4!!! ]

[ Gundham could do nothing but look on at the horrible scene unfolding before him. It made him recall so many gruesome memories from that of the Island, something he wished he could blot out from existence, yet it still was always lingering in the back of his mind. Being executed in one world, only to have to wake up in such a similar killing game? Forget purgatory- he was certain they all were in some form of Hell.

But of course, his own words would come back to haunt him from those days- it truly was a dog eat dog world. It would be a bit hypocritical of him to look away from this scene now, when he was in a situation much like this before. He's not been acquainted with either of the combatants personally, but it still was a saddening sight to see something like this unfold. However, he gained a bit of respect for them both this day.

He's a good person put in a terrible situation. Killing to live; that was all Ishimaru was doing, and Gundham could hardly fault him for that. ]

Edited 2021-06-01 08:32 (UTC)

[ Kaede spots Rika and Shuichi trying to get out to go help Ishimaru, but being unable to. That makes the pit she feels in her stomach feel even heavier.

They can't do anything. No matter what they try to do to intervene, none of it will work.

She turns away from the window, unable to stomach watching what happens outside. ]

[Clamor stays just long enough to grasp the situation. Once he sees what's about to happen, what so many students here are downright eager to watch—

He can't stay for this. He can't condone this. He turns his back and leaves, before his composure has the chance to break.

If anyone goes looking for him, he'll be at the back corner of the library to wait out the shitshow.]

[ Hyde finished chewing on the shoe in his mouth, spiting on the floor. Disgusting. Just like him, but he doesnt really seem to care about it. It's in pieces on the floor, absolutely incapable of being put back together. He's been watching the people outside fight one another, noting that of all the people Kirigiri seemed more capable of holding themself in a fight. Yet as it were, she were not going to win overall.

The colors of their eyes go noticed, the way they all look desperate to fight - goes noticed. He can sense a sort of rabid allure to them all the same sort of prevalence that ignites deep inside him turning him into a beast. He thinks its weird, doesn't turn away a moment from the blood or twitch what so ever from the sight of people killing.

He likes it, but thinks its annoying and boring. Whats the point of a show like this? To show power? Over who? His feral instincts click together pondering the worth of watching weak highschoolers try to kill one another. Just a madman trying to make sense of madmen and their weird actions. He half wonder what Moriarty thinks. ]

Mannnn, this is so boring theres not even musiccc. Maybe I shoulda plugged my guitar in so I can play it in the background.

[ He says idly if not casually, as if again this was all normal to him. He finds himself a bit sadden to see the crazy girl Mads lose - he kinda liked her vice. Liked what she was about - someone as fucked as him but still seemed to know what they were about in the end. Oh well, another one bites the dust, his forehead presses against the glass leaning against it. MUN FORGOT TO MENTION he has bandages around his neck from where Rika cut him. Anyway hes - Playing with his PDA, his eyes take note of the winner Ishimaru, but the killing doesnt seem to stop just there. ]

Edited 2021-06-02 05:30 (UTC)

( ooc: general trigger warning for...dito. if u aren't cool w gore talk it's prob best not to tag him. also his background involves noncon/sexual assault altho that's not likely to come up whatsoever except in very, very vague references -- but just a warning if you choose to interact w him! he loves blood and guts and is vulgar as hell so if u wanna hit up here for any opt-outs or subjects u want me to avoid i can work w it!! )

𝟬𝟭. 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙮

[ Everything is so weird. Not because of what's happening or because Dito is particularly bothered by what's going on (which is odd in itself -- shouldn't it bother him? It doesn't), but because he feels like he's transitioning between various states of being lucid in this damn school.

School?

He never even went to school. What the hell is this.

He scratches at the side of his head in an irritated manner at his desk, although making sense of things doesn't seem to be working out right now. He feels stuck between two different sets of memories -- one feeling nostalgic, while the other feels right.

Even more annoying is how goddamn sore his arm feels beneath this fucking blazer. He's always dressed well, but what the hell is up with a uniform? It kind of makes him sick, almost like it's something he was forced into. He hates things like this. It's the sort of thing Five used to subject him to.

But then he also briefly wonders who Five is, or why he's even thinking about that fucking bitch. Why is she a fucking bitch...

This is all so annoying.

Too annoying, to the point that he's pulling his blazer off and tossing it over his desk. He follows the movement up by unbuttoning the cuff on his sleeve, yanking his white oxford up and over his arm -- an action he performs too quickly, resulting in an audible hiss from the resulting pain considering the sensitivity.

It's no wonder he's sensitive even, since he blinks in a wide-eyed, confused manner over how raw and mutilated his entire arm appears. Like someone decided to etch into it as if it were a cross-hatch art piece or something. It's...almost beautiful to him in a sense.

If it weren't on him.

Dito runs his fingers up along his forearm curiously, in a state of brief shock before he ultimately stands up. He gets up with a certain swiftness that dislodges his chair from his desk with a skid across the floor, and then he lifts his foot to completely kick his own desk over mid-class. An outburst of sorts, as he feels so particularly like this is even more wrong -- the mutilated arm doesn't really help.

Tiny, bloody marks etched all the way up how far? To his shoulder, maybe? Dito's not about to take his shirt off right now, but he's still bothered enough by the amount up to his elbow to react like this. ]

The hell...? What is this shit?!

[ Whether he's referring to the marks or whatever this environment is... It's unclear, but it's likely both. ]

𝟬𝟮. 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙮

[ What doesn't feel right, but also feels very, very organic for Dito is when it's abruptly announced that people are about to start killing each other. No, it's not in the way Dito's accustomed to -- it's not like he gets to mow soldiers down himself (--soldiers? Isn't this just students...), but it still gets his adrenaline pumping.

Dito's one of the students bustling toward the windows to observe what's going on. Feel free to assume he has elbowed your character or otherwise in order to achieve this.

Again, he finds himself in a confused state -- perhaps even disinterested, considering how flat his expression is. He's a little tired and bitchy right now, and his arm is fucking sore.

At least, for a moment. He feels less confused as he watches the events unfold below in the courtyard, however.

Pressing his hands up against the window, it starts as a mild crook at the corner of his mouth -- a smirk and a snicker beneath his breath, only before he ends up flat out laughing at the event unfolding before his eyes.

Seriously--?! ]

Ah-hahaha! What kind of goddamn moron tries negotiating with someone with a knife?

[ It reminds him of a certain scaly moron, in specific. He wonders who that might be, since their name escapes him right now. ]

This is so pathetic... And this is our candidate?

[ Dito scoffs, although he wonders why he knows words like candidate or whatever or why he even cares.

All of this is starting to give him another headache, honestly. But he's almost disappointed he's stuck in here just watching.

How boring. He hopes there's blood, soon. ]

I should kill him myself for his lousy technique...

[ Something idly in the back of his memory-fucked and addled brain tells him he's being offensive, saying all of this shit in the middle of a classroom right now, but... He doesn't care. It feels good, feels organic.

This is exactly the kind of insane occurrence he's been hoping for, he feels. ]

Edited 2021-06-02 23:36 (UTC)

[In the aftermath of the bloody battle, there was initially silence. Ishimaru stood there, kneeled beside Madison's body. His uniform is stained with blood, much of it hers and some of it his own. He had only glanced around to see if any of the other attackers were still standing. He could not bear to take a more comprehensive look than that, not when he could have sworn Kirigiri was one of those yellow-eyed students. That... is something he could not withstand on top of this.

She's dead. He could not save her, and what's worse, he is directly complicit in her death. After all that time in Hope's Peak when he stood by his morals and refused to take part in the killing game, it was all down the drain. He felt like like he had tainted this very soul, with the mark of a killer. Does he now have the soul of a killer?

....Wait. No. Ishimaru's eyes start to widen as he realizes that there is already the soul of a killer within him. He had thought it had left him, but now he can feel it within him. That soul still coexists with his... and now they are one. One in this misery of murder.

Ishimaru takes a moment to close his eyes and let out a few sobs, before going silent. And then... his eyes snap open, and he springs to his feet with his balls fist, as he lets out the loudest yell that he can muster!]

HRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[It's as if an aura surrounds him! And his hair now flairs white. Right now, he's not just Kiyotaka Ishimaru. He's Kiyondo... Ishida... a new him, renewed.

With a resigned grimace, he marches back inside from the courtyard. His face is still marred by various cuts and stained by a mix of blood and dried tears. As he storms through the door, he shouts out.]

IT'S OFFICIAL!! NOW I'M A NO-GOOD KILLER! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY NOW, YA B!

[That was directed towards Maya, regardless of whether or not she's still around. With that, Kiyondo heaves a sigh and glances between the others.]

Isn't it obvious? Now I'm the blackened! Someone tell Monokuma I'm due for an execution. I dare him to try!

[He's letting out a lot of uncharacteristic bravado, although the tears have not stopped.

He'll calm down, relatively, but he'll remain as Kiyondo for now. One can also find him dragging himself through the halls later, for somewhere to rest. Wound treatment reserved for Shinobu!]

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