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June Event
hello
You open your eyes.
And you scream.
Four long gashes tear your sleeve to ribbons and arm to searing pain, something sharp clamps down on your ankle and sinks into flesh and bone, down the hall another student dangles half a foot off the ground with their hair slowly separating from their scalp, and littered across the floor are bodies pooling blood and occasionally twitching— not in a last bid for life, but in the way strips of skin and muscle and fabric pull away from a person's limbs when several dozen invisible hungry imps have decided they don't want to be banished and would rather feast on the blood of their enemies if that's what it takes to survive.
For every instance of blood that touches the floor, the school pitches and transforms into a dilapidated version of itself, what npcs that were in the hall with you turning into shadow versions of themselves and taking hold of the fallen bodies to drag them to the auditorium. There, the empty room is pitch black. There, the threshold at the doorway crumbles and expands with each shadow that stands and feeds the void another sacrifice. In this school, in its darkness and its silence and its faceless students that cannot be touched, you may at least find some reprieve from the imps that do not exist, find fresh water flowing from the bathroom sinks, and scenes of normal school life playing out in the cracked mirrors that if you break even further you find that you return.
You open your eyes, and no time has passed. Something invisible tears open a student's throat, so close you can see their vocal cords bright white and vibrating as they scream. Blood splatters on the ground, and the school pitches and turns once again.
And you scream.
Four long gashes tear your sleeve to ribbons and arm to searing pain, something sharp clamps down on your ankle and sinks into flesh and bone, down the hall another student dangles half a foot off the ground with their hair slowly separating from their scalp, and littered across the floor are bodies pooling blood and occasionally twitching— not in a last bid for life, but in the way strips of skin and muscle and fabric pull away from a person's limbs when several dozen invisible hungry imps have decided they don't want to be banished and would rather feast on the blood of their enemies if that's what it takes to survive.
For every instance of blood that touches the floor, the school pitches and transforms into a dilapidated version of itself, what npcs that were in the hall with you turning into shadow versions of themselves and taking hold of the fallen bodies to drag them to the auditorium. There, the empty room is pitch black. There, the threshold at the doorway crumbles and expands with each shadow that stands and feeds the void another sacrifice. In this school, in its darkness and its silence and its faceless students that cannot be touched, you may at least find some reprieve from the imps that do not exist, find fresh water flowing from the bathroom sinks, and scenes of normal school life playing out in the cracked mirrors that if you break even further you find that you return.
You open your eyes, and no time has passed. Something invisible tears open a student's throat, so close you can see their vocal cords bright white and vibrating as they scream. Blood splatters on the ground, and the school pitches and turns once again.
hi
For each fallen student, a new one transfers in to replace them. Between the student council election and the imp infestation, more and more you seem to be surrounded by unfamiliar faces. The contrast is stark between those veteran students with bandaged arms and a limp to their stride and long sleeves and pants despite the growing heat, and those students with bright and smiling faces, the ones who coo over the cats and share their lunches with anybody who looks hungry and sit in small groups outside by the wisteria tree to chat during breaks, ignorant of what keeps it fed.
With all the new transfer students, many teachers have decided to assign group projects for their classes: poster presentations on their favorite myth or legend, short skits portraying famous historical scenes, and, everybody say thank you Cain and Kelly, taking care of flour sack babies. Projects are by homeroom and can be done in groups of 2-4, because sometimes a family is a dad and a dad and a wine aunt and a dog. The projects are all due at the end of the month, and if you're able to keep your flour sack baby from being turned into a cake or torn apart by imps, you may notice that they start to feel... warm... after one week. At the end of the second week, they begin to make short, quiet noises— a gurgle, a breath, a whine. At the end of the third week, while you're cradling the sack in your arms, you swear it moves. At the end of the fourth week, well. The project is over. Maybe it'll hatch? Let me know if you make it.
With all the new transfer students, many teachers have decided to assign group projects for their classes: poster presentations on their favorite myth or legend, short skits portraying famous historical scenes, and, everybody say thank you Cain and Kelly, taking care of flour sack babies. Projects are by homeroom and can be done in groups of 2-4, because sometimes a family is a dad and a dad and a wine aunt and a dog. The projects are all due at the end of the month, and if you're able to keep your flour sack baby from being turned into a cake or torn apart by imps, you may notice that they start to feel... warm... after one week. At the end of the second week, they begin to make short, quiet noises— a gurgle, a breath, a whine. At the end of the third week, while you're cradling the sack in your arms, you swear it moves. At the end of the fourth week, well. The project is over. Maybe it'll hatch? Let me know if you make it.
can you hear me?
The veteran students don't seem very keen on working with transfer students who make excuses about not wanting to work outside of school, but newer students are more willing, eager to meet people and get to know them and learn about the school. They gravitate towards the bulletin board to check out the class ranks, new clubs, a new section on the board with several dozen slips of colored paper tacked onto it and a little container below containing blank slips and a pen so you can add your own wishes:
That's certainly the thought as the month goes on and there are more and more wishes for the construction in the clock tower stairwell to hurry up and finish already, as the entire month of June, from 6AM to 6PM, six days a week, the sounds of drilling and hammering and screaming and sawing can be heard in the stairwell despite no construction workers being seen entering or exiting the school. The clock tower itself is inaccessible while the stairs are being taken down and replaced with a brand new elevator— veteran students are particularly grateful, because it's hard to climb stairs and go to class when your shin is splintered and a thin layer of bandage is the only thing keeping your guts from spilling out onto the floor.
In the evening after the npcs leave, characters are able to open the doors on the second and fourth floors to find... that nothing looks any different. On the first floor, however, a set of elevator doors has been installed right by the front doors, and while the button to open the doors don't work, they can be wrenched apart and entered, revealing a barren space with metal walls, a clock hung on the back wall that ticks backwards, and too many buttons on the panel by the double doors. Most buttons are white, numbered -6 to 27 though out of order and not all the numbers are there. Some are black, one is red, neither colors having symbols etched into them. None of the buttons work when pressed.
Not yet.
Wishes are meant to be granted, but... Some of the newer students make an attempt at being a little more realistic and add things like "I want the answers to next week's math exam" and "I want a pony" and do check the board occasionally, so it never hurts to leave a wish of your own.
"I want to be normal. --XX, 1-A"
"I want to live. --XX, 2-B"
"I want my friends back. --XX, 3-D"
"I want life to go back to normal. --XX, 2-A"
"I want my brother back. --XX, 2-A"
"I want more power. --XX, 1-A"
"I want to be loved. --XX, 1-B"
"I want to fix the past. --XX, 2-A"
"I want to find my family. --XX, 3-B"
"I want to be loved. --XX, 2-A"
"I want a normal life. --XX, 1-A"
"I want my brother back. --XX, 2-B""I want to see my family. --XX, 1-C"
"I want to die. --XX, 2-D"
"I want my friends back. --XX, 2-D"
"I want to fix the past. --XX, 3-D"
"I want freedom. --XX, 1-D"
"I want to live. --XX, 1-C"
"LUNCH DATE WITH IZUMI SENA!!! --XX, 1-A"
"I want to be strong. --XX, 2-E"
"I want freedom. --XX, 3-E"
"I want to live. --XX, 2-E"
"I want to die. --XX, 3-E"
"I want to remember. --XX, 3-C"
That's certainly the thought as the month goes on and there are more and more wishes for the construction in the clock tower stairwell to hurry up and finish already, as the entire month of June, from 6AM to 6PM, six days a week, the sounds of drilling and hammering and screaming and sawing can be heard in the stairwell despite no construction workers being seen entering or exiting the school. The clock tower itself is inaccessible while the stairs are being taken down and replaced with a brand new elevator— veteran students are particularly grateful, because it's hard to climb stairs and go to class when your shin is splintered and a thin layer of bandage is the only thing keeping your guts from spilling out onto the floor.
In the evening after the npcs leave, characters are able to open the doors on the second and fourth floors to find... that nothing looks any different. On the first floor, however, a set of elevator doors has been installed right by the front doors, and while the button to open the doors don't work, they can be wrenched apart and entered, revealing a barren space with metal walls, a clock hung on the back wall that ticks backwards, and too many buttons on the panel by the double doors. Most buttons are white, numbered -6 to 27 though out of order and not all the numbers are there. Some are black, one is red, neither colors having symbols etched into them. None of the buttons work when pressed.
Not yet.
it'll be alright
Until then, the clock tower can be reached as normal up several flights of stairs, the room at the very top bright and sunny with clock faces in the glass on all four sides, floorboards stained copper red and the air thick and difficult to breathe. For some, it's still worth it for the view of the wisteria tree in perpetual bloom in the courtyard below, especially as the heat and humidity of summer approaches and with it comes clouds of gnats that have taken up residence in the courtyard, hovering over puddles of light pink water left over from watering the courtyard overnight. Classes are no longer held outdoors, as teachers find it impossible to speak without gnats entering their mouths at any given opportunity, and the heat inside the school becomes near unbearable towards the latter half of the month as there is no air conditioning and teachers hesitate to open their windows. The homeroom teachers in 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C made that mistake once, opening the windows facing the courtyard and the gnats had gotten in, little homing missiles to their favorite food: blood, sweat, and tears. But if you don't cry, sweat, or bleed and aren't afraid of the gnats squeezing their way through the mesh screen in the windows, it can be nice to sit by the window and hope a breeze comes your way.
Those in classes 3-A, 3-B, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, and all of the first year classes can find that they're able to open the windows in classrooms 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C to enjoy the breeze, but find an invisible barrier blocking their way and preventing any part of them from reaching out into the open space. 3-A, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, 1-B, 1-D, and 1-E are able to remove the screen and exit through those windows facing the courtyard, keeping in mind it is the 3rd and 4th floors and they will have to climb back up to reenter the school. 2-C, 1-B, and 1-D can go a step further and find that the front door to the school opens for them, except when they try to leave, they run into an invisible barrier, unable to take another step out the door. But they can stand there and take in the sight of the school gates in the near distance, of the forest just beyond, of the npc students slipping past them on their way to and from home. At this threshold it is chilly despite the heat that smothers the school in waves, the air is fresh, invigorating, and when the sun passes overhead you swear you can feel it staring.
Those in classes 3-A, 3-B, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, and all of the first year classes can find that they're able to open the windows in classrooms 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C to enjoy the breeze, but find an invisible barrier blocking their way and preventing any part of them from reaching out into the open space. 3-A, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, 1-B, 1-D, and 1-E are able to remove the screen and exit through those windows facing the courtyard, keeping in mind it is the 3rd and 4th floors and they will have to climb back up to reenter the school. 2-C, 1-B, and 1-D can go a step further and find that the front door to the school opens for them, except when they try to leave, they run into an invisible barrier, unable to take another step out the door. But they can stand there and take in the sight of the school gates in the near distance, of the forest just beyond, of the npc students slipping past them on their way to and from home. At this threshold it is chilly despite the heat that smothers the school in waves, the air is fresh, invigorating, and when the sun passes overhead you swear you can feel it staring.
OOC
✽ Sometimes you summon murder imps and you gotta get rid of them yourselves. The imps are invisible unless supernatural sight (eg Nene, Clamor) or form (eg Moriarty, Sherlock) is regained, or are seen through an adder stone (possessed by Arthur, Gundham), but can still be fought either way through physical or magical means, or banished with the proper materials. They will NOT be rampaging and attacking everybody all the time, so this prompt is avoidable if you'd rather not, but they will gravitate towards 1) students who are alone, and 2) areas where there is already bloodshed happening.
✽ For the flour sack group project, groups are by homeroom and can number between 2-4 students. You may also assume npc students are part of your group if you wish.
✽ Characters may notice that physically, an elevator can't make sense without demolishing the first floor locker area, and they will have to accept the fact that not everything will make sense, and that sometimes, Ori just does not want to redraw floorplans. The elevator will be functional starting next month, maybe.
✽ Only windows in classrooms 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C can be opened by characters in classes that have gained at least one class rank to date. Those classes that gained at least one class rank last month are able to exit out the windows facing the courtyard only. Those classes with 30 or more ranks are able to open the front door to the school but not exit through it. To anybody else watching them open the door, they will see that character turn into a shadow and go through the motions of opening the door without exiting, exactly how npc students appear when they enter and exit the school.
✽ For the flour sack group project, groups are by homeroom and can number between 2-4 students. You may also assume npc students are part of your group if you wish.
✽ Characters may notice that physically, an elevator can't make sense without demolishing the first floor locker area, and they will have to accept the fact that not everything will make sense, and that sometimes, Ori just does not want to redraw floorplans. The elevator will be functional starting next month, maybe.
✽ Only windows in classrooms 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C can be opened by characters in classes that have gained at least one class rank to date. Those classes that gained at least one class rank last month are able to exit out the windows facing the courtyard only. Those classes with 30 or more ranks are able to open the front door to the school but not exit through it. To anybody else watching them open the door, they will see that character turn into a shadow and go through the motions of opening the door without exiting, exactly how npc students appear when they enter and exit the school.
Wish
[ He's wearing a santa outfit - that he made last minute, don't ask him hes making 2 wishes come true right now including his own like the other said. ]
Ho - ho - ho, bitch!! Wake up!!!
[ There's a large sack over his shoulder and he manages to - avoid suspicion because fuck. Finds the other sleeping somewhere, hopefully not around people otherwise he wouldn't have approached what so ever. Then kicks him awake, hopefully hes not too mad he's here to make his wish come true.
It's funnier when, Komaeda takes the wish at whatever point and almost funnier that maybe it was a bit of his luck that made this happen. So good luck to whoever meets the bad luck end of this. Whether its Hyde, Komaeda, or Dito himself. ]
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So yeah, he's nodding off in his own corner somewhere. Probably without meaning to.
He startles when he hears someone else and gets kicked, starting to scramble back immediately -- at least, until his back immediately hits the wall he was near. He doesn't recognize Hyde at first, mostly because of the outfit and being disoriented from waking up so suddenly. His hand frantically feels around near him for his bag, which has his shit in it -- including a knife he'd stolen earlier from the kitchen after hearing from Hyde himself that he'd put some back.
It hits him who he's been woken up by as soon as he grabs his bag. ]
-- Ugh, god.
[ This fucker. His shoulders visibly lose some of their tension. It's probably unorthodox to be relieved around a crazy fuck, but this guy's such a clown that Dito's not intimidated by him. He rubs at his eyes with his hand not on his bag, looking incredibly unamused now. ]
Do you mind?
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[ Hyde plops the bag beside the other, giving Dito a hard look. Amused none-the-less and not the least bit surprised by how quick he somehow manages to pull himself together. Uninterested in waiting, and his impatience always getting the best of him. Hyde snickers slightly and kicks the bag playfully. ]
I made your wish come true, but if youre gunna fuck with it. You better take it to some place like the clock tower or someone will see ya with it. Ya know?
[ Backing up just a bit he spins around and twirls, bowing to the other as if he were a nobleman. ]
Yeah yeah, thank me and appreciate me~~
imma just preemptively cw this whole thread for guro/corpse abuse rn
[ He's about to ask what the fuck this guy's talking about (or why he's dressed like that, but then in his half-awake state, he suddenly feels all the more lucid. Wish.
Oh, yeah.
Right.
Despite his annoyance with the other at the best of times, Dito ends up grinning. ]
-- Hold on. No way...
[ Sorry, Hyde, he's not paying attention to the warning when he actually pulls the knife he'd taken earlier out of his bag, crawling over toward the sack so that he can cut it open in a quick swipe.
He has no fucking clue who this is, and he doesn't care. He kind of feels deprived, in a sense, that he didn't get to witness them scream a bit when they died. But it doesn't matter.
He starts laughing quietly to himself, one hand moving to caress the side of the dead corpse's face. ]
... Aha...hahahaha... You crazy fuck.
[ Not that Dito has any room to talk, but he didn't actually expect anyone to pay attention to his wish aside from perhaps getting uncomfortable by it.
He glances up at Hyde, starting to fist the kitchen knife in his hand again. ]
Like I'm gonna thank you for a piss poor job, though. It's still too pretty, see?
[ i hope ur ready for this ]
the cw continues
Hyde mostly just wanted to watch, curious to see the sort of evil Dito could commence. As a representative of the evil in a humans subconscious mind - and seeing as he is completely unaware of what Dito is himself like. The interest alone is to watch and delve. To merely immerse in the enjoyment of watching the evil nature of humanity come forth. In how Dito acts upon it.
He shuffles upon a desk, seemingly spotted with blood dried along his cloth. Obviously not his, though it meshed and messed well with the red colors. ]
dead dove do not eat
Undesirable and deformed and obsessed with anything ugly. He prefers his corpses a little more rotten, but when it's fresh like this...
He kind of gets hot and bothered, thinking about what sort of fun things await inside of it. It truly is a present, and he's far from done with unwrapping it.
Hyde barely registers to Dito right now, and Dito's pulse shoots up from excitement as he brandishes the kitchen knife, preemptively giggling to himself before he plunges the knife with a great deal of force right into the center of the corpse's chest.
He almost shudders at the wet, squishy sound that emanates, followed by the blood gurgling out of a fresh wound. There's still so much of it, and Dito sports a maniacal grin as he yanks the knife back out, cutting open more flesh and through the corpse's clothing before impaling his knife back in, a little lower and a little deeper. And definitely with more force overall, considering some of the corpse's blood splatters up onto his face and clothing this time.
Dito pays it no mind. If anything, it only encourages him, since he starts leaning his weight on the knife and twisting it slightly to sever the torso's flesh and clothing open further, relishing in the sickening slicing sounds as more blood gurgles out of the body. It's like he's a butcher, going to town on a piece of raw meat. ]
Ahahaha... Yes, yes, yes-- This is fucking great!
[ He yanks hard down on the knife, fisting the hilt with both hands as he greatly lengthens the gash through the front torso of the corpse in one fell swoop.
That's when he pulls out the knife, unceremoniously stabbing it into the arm of the corpse as if the body were nothing but a sheath for the knife to begin with.
If only because he needs both hands for what comes next, delving them directly into the gaping, open wound where he'd sliced right down the middle -- there's a nauseating wet squishing sound as his fingers dig into the corpse's guts.
Followed by his palms...followed by his wrists... It's only a matter of a minute until Dito's fisting inside of the body he's just sliced open, and he almost shivers at the sensation of it. The slick innards on his hands, the blood still spurting out and getting all over him, the way it still feels a little warm... It makes his heart pound in his ears, and he swears his own body heats up a bit as he slowly begins pulling out a marble of pink and bright red entrails, fleshy and viscerous in his hands. ]
Look at it all... It's so gross and mushy... I love it!!
Re: dead dove do not eat
Although beauty was not his obsession, and he was an abhor entity. One that romanticized the conception of all that was evil inside human minds. To see it unfold over a being whom he associates as human, it is a certain sort of allure that is indescribable. The way the red colors hue along their figure, their fingers ripping into the slosh of movements as the amalgamations of body parts come apart. A liver, intestines, veins, and the mass of blood dripping out of its soft flesh. The bubbling oozing sound that chime betwixt Dito's humming and delighted noises.
Isn't it fantastic how disgustingly simple a person becomes once one rips past their walls, past their defenses, and past the very thin veil that made up who they were. Skin. Tear it apart. Bleed it open.
Hyde is enamored in that way, he lives off of the reactions of people and what makes them act like Dito. To him the dead body does nothing, it's lifeless now. Pointless. A waste of space. However, the feeling that Dito retains whilst he goes about entangling finger tips inside the corpse was exactly what he wanted. Thrives upon it, Hyde cackles slightly sitting now with his legs folded and leaning his chin along one hand prompted upon his knee. While the other out stretches minding him interestingly. ]
Ehhhh? Wear her fuckin intestines as a necklace. You should give me her heart, since the bitch had it in her to not play her role and give it to me. Maybe if she did, I wouldn't have killed her so fast.
[ He clicks his tongue leisurely. ]
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Instead, he snickers at Hyde's comment. It's a pretty good suggestion, actually.
But more importantly... ]
You want it?
[ Dito sidles up further on the corpse, gripping the knife he'd stuck in the dead body's arm earlier, yanking it out and ultimately only slicing more flesh and spilling more blood in the process. It's fine. He's enamored with it all, anyway.
There's a blissed out look on Dito's face as he sinks the knife back into the body, specifically toward the right of the earlier gape in the chest he'd made -- he starts a sickly sawing motion with the knife as he cuts around the body's breast and chest, further separating flesh from its proper place. It's so thrilling, Dito feels almost in a daze when he shoves his hand in the new large, horrific gash he's created a little toward the right of the chest.
Delving his entire hand up to his wrist beneath the flesh, he fingers along the ribcage slightly, noting how he's dislodged a few of the bones before his hand wraps around the organ he's seeking. It's sodden and puplous, utterly disgusting and completely delightful.
There's an obscene wet, ripping sound as Dito tears the organ out from beneath the corpse's flesh, laughing quietly to himself between huffs of breath as more blood drips down his arm. God, he's so into this.
He finally turns his head to acknowledge Hyde for a moment, pupils blown as he smiles at the other, giving the goddamn raw heart in his hand a good squeeze (just to get more juices flowing down his arm) before he straight up tosses it at the other. ]
Fetch!
cw cannibalism it gets worse as we go shuts my eyes
His teeth are made for ripping apart raw meats, it's easy for him to tear into the heart. The muscles look like strings as he tugs fangs upon it. Lips dressed with the dark red colors from the heart. Sharp fangs grind upon what was within his mouth, before swallowing it whole and then giving the heart a surprised glance. ]
Huh, this bitch is chalk fuck of mana. Wonder if its because this place is full of magic or some shit.
[ He is sitting on the table and his leg hangs low singing to and fro. Casually speaking as if Dito gave a damn, despite knowing that he didn't. Hyde talks because he's decide to make Dito listen to him. Its just that simply. ]
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Honestly, the thing that gets Dito's attention is what Hyde does with the heart he'd tossed at him. Dito's shoulders relax for a second as he settles his hands idly on the front of the body he's already thoroughly torn open, straddling it in a relaxed way (all too comfortable with everything that's going on, not even registering the need to wipe any of the blood off his face that's dripping down his cheek and neck) as he finally looks up to watch Hyde for a second.
He blinks slowly, almost like he's processing what he's seeing as real.
Not that it bugs him evidently, since he busts into laughter a few seconds later. ]
Oh, gross...
[ He says, but -- ]
How's it taste? Is it disgusting?? It looks disgusting! All that blood and those chunks of flesh from that oozing sac!