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June mini-event
06/19 07:32
[ The following half-cryptic message goes up in the early morning before class, at the exact same time as two people are let into the faculty office to talk to the Vice Principal. ]
S.Saihara
S.Saihara
Sorry. I should have told everyone a lot sooner.
I know that.
But... if I did that, there was a chance it might have become about the merit points. And no matter what, I wanted to prevent that at any cost.
The person who did it might have been wrong... but they're still an important friend that we lived with.
That's something that shouldn't be reduced to a number.
The fact that it can be is what's messed up in the first place.
So maybe I wanted it to be a message. Not only for that person, but for the rest of us too.
06/19 17:23
It's a bright and sunny day. The heat is unbearable, with sunlight reflecting off the whites of the outer walls of the school building and seeming to concentrate right in the middle of the courtyard where it comes off the concrete in waves. In desperation for a breeze, you open a window— or perhaps you can't, and simply rattle the window latch futilely— when something large and black falls from the sky and smacks into the pavement, black turned red turned nausea and vertigo and the consequential darkness of the school when a blood sacrifice has been observed.
Black shadows students start to converge upon the body in the courtyard, although their efforts to drag the body into the expanding void in the auditorium can be thwarted by breaking a mirror and returning to reality— just in time to see a second body hit the pavement in the courtyard and send you right back. Escape once more and... a third body hits the ground, bright blue eyes staring lifelessly up at the sky above.
The sky stares back, dark storm clouds gathering in the horizon. Tonight, and through the weekend, it will rain.
Black shadows students start to converge upon the body in the courtyard, although their efforts to drag the body into the expanding void in the auditorium can be thwarted by breaking a mirror and returning to reality— just in time to see a second body hit the pavement in the courtyard and send you right back. Escape once more and... a third body hits the ground, bright blue eyes staring lifelessly up at the sky above.
The sky stares back, dark storm clouds gathering in the horizon. Tonight, and through the weekend, it will rain.
06/19 17:47
I.Sena
dying is sooooooooo annoying
so fess up who did it
✽ Please use the toplevels below for investigations. For some semblance of organization, there will be a separate toplevel for body investigation, location investigation, and suspect investigation, as well as one for general questions.
✽ As a reminder, npc students can open/close any window; pc students in classes with at least one rank (3-A, 3-B, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, and all of the first year classes) can open/close windows in 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C; and pc students in classes that gained at least one rank in the past month (3-A, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, 1-B, 1-D, and 1-E) can exit through the courtyard-facing window in 1-D.
✽ Unless there's an ic reason to argue otherwise, npc faculty will remove all three bodies by the end of the day.
✽ As a reminder, npc students can open/close any window; pc students in classes with at least one rank (3-A, 3-B, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, and all of the first year classes) can open/close windows in 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C; and pc students in classes that gained at least one rank in the past month (3-A, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, 1-B, 1-D, and 1-E) can exit through the courtyard-facing window in 1-D.
✽ Unless there's an ic reason to argue otherwise, npc faculty will remove all three bodies by the end of the day.

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There are two options Chiaki is imagining for Izumi falling and they are both equally valid in her mind:
1) Izumi fell from a higher story window and is literally dying
2) Izumi tripped on his shoelace and fell on the ground and might as well be literally dying
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She doesn't want Chiaki running into the courtyard and immediately stabbing Komaeda for cutting Izumi's finger off.
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Chiaki unfortunately doesn't care about evidence or investigation, she wants to be by Izumi's side no matter what, intent on running into the courtyard and immediately stabbing Komaeda for cutting Izumi's finger off.
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Move it, Hyde! Somebody got to Sena before I could— he's dying in the courtyard!
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ANYWAY HE LANDS LIKE HE PREFOREMD THE COOLED FEAT EVER and very rudely with his arms out says: ] Too bad your Senpai couldn't do that huh??? Looks like he fell out a window or somethin'.
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Shut up! What the fuck was that?!
[ WHO PARKOURS DOWN A BUILDING ]
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And these people regard him as tactless, he prompts Chiaki. ]
You really gunna let them do that to your 'Dearest Senpai.'
[ HOW FAR WILL YOU GO FOR YOUR PRIZE CHIAKI???? I mean its already dead so : / too late now. ]
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not her messing with the evidence, sighs. )
What are you doing, if you came down here to investigate... then investigate, I really don't have time, Kudo-san.
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[ Ugh, her palette knife!! She lets go of it so she can knee Komaeda in the balls instead, just drop dead already, you're so close!! ]
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everyone looking in hinata's direction. sighs. anyway! )
What the hell do you want? Calm down, can't you see people are dying, and you use your feelings to be annoying...
( this is why he'll never understand what's wrong with these people around them. he'll take the palette knife from out of the arm that she's stabbed into, what if it squirts blood or something... we're not trying to go to the shadow realm. aside from that, komaeda slips that knew weapon into his pocket... thanks, and as he tries to move, the uncomfortable feeling in his leg is there, but he doesn't seem to focused on chiaki. )
Why not help everyone here to figure out who did it? ...For an artist, aren't you supposed to be motivated by certain people and objects to move forward? Every time someone close to you dies... you act like this, I'm sick of it.
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[ She goes to stomp hard on his foot, kick him in the shins, punch him on the side, his luck can't hold out forever and she can try to hurt him and yell at him at the same time. She cares about who did it, but also?? you have Sena's fucking arm???? ]
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( normal is what he wants to say, but getting his foot stepped on is one thing, and getting punched is another because his bad arm was on that side too, so when she hits it there's a visible flinch. omg, he's going to drop that man's arm on the ground!! catch it chiaki! give him a hand! )
...Ugh. What does it matter... ( let him breathe in because his arm fucking hurts? maybe he shouldn't have stabbed himself that one time, but he's taking a step back away from her. ) ...he's ( deep breath. ) he's still him without his arm, isn't that why you cared so deeply for him anyway?
( what's the problem? he doesn't see it. )
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[ Hyde coo's softly. Edging the girl on. ]
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Chiaki sinks her fist into Hyde's stomach where his stab wound should be, and then whips around to sink that same fist into Komaeda's side where she saw him flinch. ]
"What does it matter?" "WHAT DOES IT MATTER??" LET ME CUT OFF YOUR ARM, IF IT DOESN'T MATTER TO YOU! LET ME TEAR OUT YOUR TONGUE AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT, WHAT DOES IT MATTER!! YOU DON'T!
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ah, he was a little annoyed at the start, but maybe he can do something with this. )
Afflicting me with anything won't fix that he's already gone... you're not an idiot, Kudo-san. ( his words come off holier than thou, but he's just trying to remind her of their fixed positions in this. she should follow in his steps if she can do anything for him — )
Besides, you're too late to do any of those things... Tell me, what satisfaction will you have when knowing that someone's hope was stronger than his own... lashing out like a child, you'll only get yourself killed as well.
( not komaeda 23yearoldson nagito using age. )
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The next punch she aims for his jaw, because even when she knows now where to hit where it hurts, she means to shut him up first and foremost, even if knuckle to bone means hurting her own hand in the process. ]
What do I care about "fixing" anything— there's no "fixing" this!!
[ Where is Sena's arm; she picks it off the ground and whacks Komaeda's face with Sena's floppy lifeless hand ]
But I'll feel better for gutting you, and I'll feel better for gutting whoever did this to him, and whoever tries to kill me, let them come! It'll save me the trouble of hunting them down!!
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[ He makes a noise from the punch like he was a squishy toy. Any way komaeda is being sane here and thats dangerous with this 15 year old and 20 year old who might as well be 15 yo murderer. Also this is hilarious so hes laughing rather manically. While holding his side. He then says something rather untrue. ]
Eh? Eh? Chichi not even you can kill him? Thats too bad he'll get away for touching your senpaiiiiii.
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for someone she cherishes, to do his body in such a manner to take out her frustrations — komaeda knows obsession, he knows love for one person, he knows that hope has been the only entity that he'd do anything for. if that ultimate passed, he would never treat his body like this, he wouldn't throw a fit — instead, his sanity would only spiral further down, and there would be no instigator because komaeda's mind is his very own. this is where he looks in hyde's direction, then he stares towards chiaki's — )
Then get over yourself.
( the tone of his voice is low, straight to the point as he uses his prosthetic to yank izumi's hand out of her grasp. she's fifteen, a mechanical arm can do enough in this regard — )
Coming to you? ...They wouldn't waste their time, if you can't do it yourself, you'll stay in the same position that you are now... there's no hope in your complaints and whining...
( she's been hitting which komaeda has always appreciated, but now it feels misplaced, not doing anything to progress what's happening. and so, he sighs, tiredly, his mouth hurts though. )
Speak with me once you grow up, Kudo-san...
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cw violence
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cw necrophillia
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