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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.
but at least u only have to reply to this i'm cryin
Sakasaki-kun. The next time we meet with everyone...
[ He knows, doesn't he? What Shuichi means to say. ]
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because shuichi is a good boy who holds to his promises, he'll reveal who the murderer this past week was. natsume will watch people's opinions of him drop in real time, affectionate looks twist into fear and hatred and disappointment, and he'll be left alone - just the weight of his sins on his shoulders, accident or for the sake of living or otherwise. his heart aches for it, and natsume
natsume brings the gun up suddenly, to crack it right across shuichi's temple--
no, he doesn't. he imagines it briefly, but logically speaking, it's impossible. it's worse than just letting the truth come out. natsume tenses, lips pressed tight together, and he exhales slowly. )
...I don't CARE. Whatever happens hapPENS.
( except he does care -- he is not someone who wants to be hated, but he isn't someone who will bow his head and beg to be liked again, not unless he absolutely has to. so much of his life is ruled by absolutes; the way he considers things is the same. natsume steps torwards him - it's just to close his locker, careful not to hit shuichi in the process. he glances at the gun in his hand, then holds it out to the other. )
At least don't let Komaeda-san get THIS. The only reason I kept it was because I had the feeling that if I left it anyWHERE, he'd try to sniff it OUT. Sena-senpai wouldn't want him to have it eiTHER.
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No matter the reason or how others might argue, a person's will to live isn't something that can be measured. It isn't always something rational either, not even for the most composed person in the world. So the possibility of Natsume attacking him here, even despite the certainty he'd get caught after that, isn't zero. Or maybe it's the famous understanding born between murderer and detective--
Either way, nothing happens. Despite the moment of adrenaline, he pulls himself out of the way without objections, letting Natsume take care of his locker. When the gun is offered, Shuichi hesitates just a moment before accepting it, but his fingers don't shake as they wrap around the cold metal. ]
Ah... that's alright. Even if we present it as evidence, I doubt Komaeda-kun will be in any position to take a weapon at this meeting.
[ Natsume can draw his own conclusion from that, but at least in a way... telling him something like this, a small detail that isn't about accusing him for a change, is just about as much as Shuichi can do for him right now. ]
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he is suddenly, irrevocably tired — he thought not having to bear the burden of knowledge would be at least in some way a small relief, but it's only made his scattered thoughts worse, and he rubs his temple with a sigh. )
...I don't think he's ever in a position to take ONE, but all right — I'll take your word for IT. ( ...he wishes it weren't so late; he wants to lay in a cot in the nurse's office, and he wants some painkillers, and— ) I'll see you aROUND, Saihara-kun.
( Whether either of them want to or not, considering the closeness of their lockers, their homerooms, their acquaintances. )