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It's time for another FAMILY MEETING!!

[There's a sign posted on 3-C on the 27th ~~the future is now~~ indicating that it's that time of month! That's right, it's time for the family meeting!

Lucifer is in charge this time and he is holding a whip, so please behave yourselves or you might get a warning crack near your head. Or don't behave yourselves. He's not your dad. He will, however, try his hardest to keep you all on track.

As Lucifer is also one of the Team ~~Moms~~ Dads, he's also made everybody lunch as he is wont to do. The rather fancy-looking food is set up on a couple of desks at the front of the classroom to peruse at your leisure. There are cookies and muffins as well, but please try to eat a real lunch instead of subsisting off of sweets entirely.

On the whiteboard, Lucifer has written the following topics & talking points that he'd like to discuss with everybody, and has requested that you all raise your hands so that this can be done in an orderly fashion... ~~Good luck, Luci.~~

Who is missing? Who is confirmed deceased?
The gladiatorial battle — is it possible that those who died previously may come back to inflict further harm? Any guesses?
What the Hell was going on last weekend?
The void in the auditorium is infinite
Results of last month's investigations that we agreed on doing
The imps plaguing the school have been removed (thank you to Clamor for his assistance)
Have we discovered anything new?

Last but not least, the final bullet is one hundred percent something that Lucifer clearly wants to do, and it reads simply:

Instating a chore chart

So that's... fun.]

Let's try to keep this more orderly than the last one, shall we?

[And yes, the cardboard baby jail is set up in the back of the classroom! Naughty children go to cardboard baby jail. Naughtier children get a whip cracked at them. Have fun, everyone!]

[[OOC: The usual rules of the family meeting posts apply, which means threadjacking/general mingling is allowed and encouraged! Please remember to only share information your character discovered ICly to avoid metagaming. Also no Lucifer will not actually cause physical harm to anyone's characters with the whip unless player permission is granted, I'm not as psychotic as he is, don't worry about it.]]

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( it makes him sick to his stomach as he watched the outcome of learning the truth behind natsume's actions, just the sight of rika's blade breaking the skin, cutting into shuichi's body makes komaeda's whole world fall flat. he thinks he can hear the beating of his rapid heart in his ears, he feels like anything he's ate today is about to find its way up his stomach, and his mouth feels dry. the shiver that rolls down his spine is a reminder of where he is, this cold feeling wafting over his body as his eyes are unable to peel off shuichi's body slipping off the blade, the expression he wears on his face — heavily different from the one komaeda saw when the detective came to separate him and senku. it's not the same look he had that time, it's different, he's in pain, and who is to blame between natsume and rika?

rika is the owner of the weapon, she's the one who lost her grip on remaining calm and took the first leap forward and now she's down on her knees cradling shuichi in her arms (here comes amami with his broke ass ribs btw), as for natsume, if he didn't commit such lackluster deaths then shuichi would have never gone out his way to look into it, nor would he stand looking like an idiot right there. they're both at fault for being untalented individuals, they'd be the easiest two to blame, to be sick with, to get irritated at, but that's way too easy. it comes down to komaeda who was particularly lucky in gaining the previous student council president, had he not started this perhaps... that hope he wanted to nurture in such a way would have not — no, there's no way that encouraging the hope of the people here would have been the reason for this happening. he was too focused on helping them, he wanted to do what he could for them, so in return... this isn't what should have happened.

it's not the first time something strange has happened with the people around him — he stayed with hinata one night, and the next day he instantly changed (due to valid circumstances), he spent his time with rokkun, and right after he almost died right before komaeda's eyes if amami along with akira weren't there. now it follows the same pattern just with more people. it all plays the role of good luck that proceeds into bad luck, to have those simple instances given to him has only brought him something negative in return. it's happening again, he thinks, no... he knows, it's right before his eyes... what were the chances of this happening, out of all people, it's once again komaeda's fault for being in the vicinity. seeing him getting stabbed by rika because of her own flared emotions, to be harmed for protecting someone untalented... these are things that komaeda can hardly stomach... this would happen near him.

saihara shuichi might die too, an ultimate of his status dying is... he can't think, oh, he can't fathom the idea of it. it's because of him, if he wasn't here, if he didn't come, perhaps if he didn't start any of this ... that's selfish to think for one person, but komaeda has never done well when it comes to the concern he holds over ultimates. that's why it doesn't sit right in his stomach when seeing him hurt, when seeing the blood leak from his wound — komaeda's mind can't piece everything together. he hates it, but he hates himself even more. he should swallow this down, know that this isn't him, because strong hope from an ultimate would never die by his luck, and yet...

yet...

this is unlucky, it's because... of him. why else would this happen again, and why it feels worse than before. his organic hand shakes as he balls it together, and his nails dig into the palm of his hand. what's he supposed to do, but he doesn't let it weigh him down for too long. he's picking up two the shards that rika threw out for them, and he moves towards natsume seems to be out of it himself. he doesn't understand why his luck would torment him like this, play with his mind for something so pathetic to live. he wanted him hunted, he didn't care, and the thought of raising his own hand to drive the shard of glass into natsume is an idea once he comes close to him —

it takes komaeda a large piece of his mind not to make this worse, it takes even more strength not to look in shuichi's direction to feel guilty. he doesn't even know if he can feel that at this rate, things like remorse... are so unfamiliar to him, but he does feel sorry for others. if he goes out his way to force his luck, if he does something bad as stabbing the magician right now, it will... help shuichi right? it's an idea that continues to plague his mind, but he takes a deep breath. instead, he's taking one of the blade shards to slip into natsume's hand, and he squeezes the male's fingers around it in hopes it cut his skin — komaeda's petty like that. )

You're useless here, get out.

( nice... enough!?!?!? )

( for a moment... he also expects it, and his body stiffens.

but nothing comes up komaeda coming close with something sharp outside of it being pressed into his hand, the edges slicing the inside of his fingers. the pain is sharp enough to get snap him out of his freeze, burning lines not helped by komaeda's continued pressure or the burning shame he feels at his own thoughts being vocalized to him -- you're useless here.

he remembers noah saying they'd have to break a mirror to leave, but the shard feels too small - will it still work? it has to; rika wouldn't carry them otherwise, and for a moment he wonders why she has so many. the next moment, he yanks his hand away from komaeda and breaks it against the ground, the shift back to the regular school making him a little sick because he's back resting against his desk instead of being on the floor. he lets himself collapse into his chair, looks at his hand -- yanks his sleeve over it, uncomfortable for his arm but necessary for the thin slices the mirror shard had given him.

he'll figure out who to thank - how to thank them - later, but right now, he's trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart. he could offer his help with the medical side of things, a little nurse --

would they take it? unlikely, so he's just going to get up and duck out to grab some fabric instead and come back as quick as he can for clean-up purposes. and other purposes, if it's needed. )

( he follows the same choice of escape, cracking the mirror to return back to where he was previously before. having to witness shuichi again in the same position (because he has to look over towards natsume) reminds him of this budding irritation — ultimates are a symbol of hope, without them, this world is covered in darkness if they don't have their guiding light. it also reminds him again that maybe if he didn't get the chance to enjoy his hope in this manner, having that stoke or good luck to be part of it, then perhaps...

he manages to look away properly, following where natsume goes, and he shouldn't take part because of how this all started anyway — sadly, allowing the room to remain in chaos does nothing, but if they manage to overcome such a despairing situation, their hope will blossom into something beautiful, something stronger that they can manage through. )

...

( as he makes his way to natsume, komaeda stares at him before, seeing the things that are in his hand — )

You're covered in it...

( the blood, he means. the smell of it is impossible to ignore, but he's taking one of the pieces out from natsume's hand and into his own. if it's cleaning in general, he can do that, he's pretty good at it — besides, he cleaned up so much of aiko's mess when letting her...

...

he cleaned a lot when chosen to fix up the abandoned building for a party. maybe he should have kept the cleaning products he took from the janitor. )

( since elizabeth is taking care of the "taking care of shuichi" thing — natsume can focus his full attention on komaeda, frowning when he takes one of the things he'd collected from the sewing room and had kept for himself to clean up.

...and yes, astute observation, but that just comes across in his look rather than in words; what he actually says is a little less biting: ) Just what do you think you're doING?

( leave kibou's mom to handling shuichi, she'll be wonderful at it, and gains amazing points from komaeda.

might as well do what he can for natsume though. )

Close your eyes, Sakasaki-kun... I can't stand looking at how much of a mess you are.

( komaeda's one to talk, but it's straight to the point that matches the tired expression he's wearing. )

( ...oh, come on. )

I'm not a CHILD, Komaeda-san. I'm perfectly capable of cleaning myself UP. ( he'll grab back what komaeda took from him, knuckles white. they can play tug of war if komaeda wants to keep it but— ) Why bother helping an untalented disgrace like ME, as you put IT?

Sigh... because trash like me can compare to you untalented disappointments.

( as someone useless and unworthy, he has to take it upon himself to be the middle ground between ultimates and the untalented disgraces. if he allows people like him to ruin the radiance that the ultimates here have then... komaeda has to stop himself from looking where shuichi is right now... that's because of natsu... no... it's because of komaeda and his awful luck. it's been on high for awhile now, destroying the people or things he's been around, and he wonders... if he wasn't here, could this have all been avoided?

don't tell komaeda the window plan was used in natsume's plan to kill because it'll drive him mad, anyway.

if it's to protect them, he has to engage with the lesser people (natsume) no matter what, and hence why he's even going out his way to do this. it's be a chore for the other ultimates here, and he isn't their mess at all, just someone insignificant as komaeda is. )

No need to sully the hands of the Ultimates here, Sakasaki-kun. ( and he yanks back the rag? let's say it's a rag. but if natsume keeps tugging, komaeda will let it go so he can fall back from his own force if that's a thing. whoopsie :) )

( komaeda can have it, but natsume's stepping away. not running, but - distance. )

Kindly leave me aLONE. I'll handle this on my OWN. ( komaeda is the second-to-last person he wants to be touched by here, even for clean-up. ) I can take care of myself — and even if I couldN'T, I wouldn't rely on the likes of YOU.

( komaeda is ignoring him, and already reaching out to grab the bottom of natsume's shirt to help him pull it up. )

...

( if he manages to choke him with his own shirt if he can get it past natsume's head, it'll be a blessing tbh. come now, he does this for hinata all the time, probably, annoyingly. )

( this is sexual harassment??? hello??? natsume's gonna go slug him )

( can't slug what you can't see with the shirt over your head, but listen just let komaeda... try and move to the side to avoid that slug...

give him the shirt. GIVE HIM THE SHIRT.

...

...

...

if komaeda does get punched, he will trip natsume up to fall on his ass... )

( MOSHI MOSHI, POLICE? SOMEONE? HE'S FULLY AWARE HE'S A HATED PERSON RIGHT NOW AND THERE'S A LOT GOING ON BUT, HELLO?

he'll fall, and his t-shirt can come off... thank goodness his casual includes a turtleneck underneath for no reason other than "he gets cold easily" apparently, but since komaeda has his shirt he's going to scramble away. )

What the hell is wrong with YOU?

( aside from, like... everything. )

You're covered in an Ultimate's blood, you don't even deserve to have that.

( it just be like that, but i guess since natsume fell, komaeda has... a reddening bruise on his face from where he was punched. a hand lifting up to rub the area slowly to... ease the pain, i'm crying.

he throws natsume's outfit onto the floor, like, away from them both. now that he looks... is there blood on that turtleneck too. )

... ( god... here we go, let's try and grab natsume's legs... think of this as punishment. )

( he said he'd take care of it himself — he's pulling his legs away from komaeda, rolling under ... a desk instead. this is the most irritating thing that's happened all day, and he's still trying to pay mind to not be around anyone else who might have the bright idea of kicking him. )

And I'm not an infant who can't wash myself — you don't have to do it for ME, so get LOST!

[there's still a lot going on, what with Shuichi getting stabbed and the giant demon with healing powers (cool) that just got summoned, but sooner or later someone is bound to notice Komaeda and Natsume having a squabble at the other end of the room, and I guess that person has to be Clamor.

anyway, he's going to walk over and put a very firm hand on Komaeda's shoulder, pulling him back and away from Natsume. He may be a bit of a wimp himself, but he at least has enough strength to overpower Komaeda, probably.]

Komaeda. Since you're having so much trouble telling hands from feet, why don't you let me handle this while you go and find something useful to do with your life? Quietly, if possible.

Oh, it's you again... came to help than running out when you dislike the situation, I knew your hope would get better!

( he remembers when clamor dipped out of the slumber party festivities last time, and hyde was stupid enough to almost drown. that said, he doesn't sense the animosity in clamor's actions, and instead he looks at natsume who is hiding under the desk. that's where he should be, beneath being the reason some hope are beginning to falter. he sighs, shaking his head as he allows clamor to have his attention for a moment. )

Clamor-san, there is something I want to do with my life. Once you finish with that child, ( he points to natsume, ) can we discuss something between me and you?

( he's not going to hear whether clamor agrees or not, rather, he'll come and find him later. okay, he's leaving. he's taking natsume's shirt too.... :/ bitch. )

[At least Komaeda is cooperative... but he still drops his passive-aggressive smile once the other man backs off, because under no uncertain terms—]

Absolutely not. I want you to never speak to me again, and to stay away from Noah. [don't u talk to him or his son ever again

He's not going to fight Komaeda for the shirt, so he'll just let him leave with it... whatever, as long as he's gone and not harassing anyone else. Anyway, once that's done with he sighs to let out some of the tension in his body, looking down at Natsume under the desk. He falls back on that unreadable resting glare of his, not making any other moves just yet.]

... Are you alright?

( natsume say the word and we can give clamor a run for his money with his back turned. )

( jk... komaeda waits politely... watching. : ) )

[i dont believe in komaeda doing anything politely, sounds sus]

( Just... give him a moment, Clamor. He presses his hands to his face, wondering when he's allowed to leave this meeting for good or if he has to stay until someone tells him he can go, and after a few moments he slides out from under it.

God, he feels so —

he hates it. He's better than this; he's better than crawling under desks and scrambling away from people like some frightened hare. He's staying on the ground for the moment, not quite looking at Clamor. )

...I'm fine, though I'll feel better once I change CLOTHES. Thank you for... for stepping IN. ( That makes him feel weak; he should be able to take care of himself. Normally, he can, but... there's frustration in his tone, but it's not directed at Clamor at all. ) I appreciate IT.

( He didn't have to. )

[He stands by patiently, giving Natsume all the time he needs to sort himself out. It's hard to imagine the boy as a killer right now, crawling on the floor and barely able to look Clamor in the eyes... but the reality is something he's already had to accept. As much as he still wants to believe it's a mistake, that this is all some big misunderstanding, that they can push the blame on some mysterious spirit and go back to how things were before...

It's never that simple. And he can't just let this go.]

You don't have to thank me. Even criminals deserve to be treated with decency. [... that probably came out sounding harsher than he intended, but. it's not wrong.]

Next time, you should take someone else with you instead of going off on your own. I don't want to see any more people getting hurt. That includes you.

[because if natsume left by himself, and rika or someone else like her had gone after him... it's kind of a good thing that shuichi taking the hit kept everyone so distracted, really.]

And just who am I going to ASK, Clamor-san?

( It comes out a little snappy — it's just because he's hurt. It isn't like he expected to have a good time being revealed (he knew that going in, he knew that after Shuichi had mentioned he'd have to tell, and he said he didn't care, that whatever happened happened, but Natsume Sakasaki, murderer and all, is still human, is still a fragile teenager, and he can hurt, too) but he'd been spoiled, a little, by the detective's willingness to listen to him. No one has to believe in him about the spirit, he supposes, even with Lucifer's lengthy look at the toy.

The spirit didn't make him kill Chiaki Kudo, anyway.

And everyone is entitled to their own feelings, too, and Natsume, eventually, won't begrudge them for it. He can't; he was the same way, he is the same way. He forces himself to stand, favoring his left leg with a shake of his head. )

...Never MIND. Thank you for the adVICE, Clamor-san. I'll take it to HEART. ( He glances off at Komaeda in the distance... He really can't leave while that thing's watching, so he puts the idea of getting into fresher duds out of his mind for the moment. There's blood, invisible but shiny and sticky, on his arm just below his shoulder; most of it'd been caught by his other shirt, but not all of it. Not as bad as it could've been, considering circumstances. His gaze naturally drifts over to Shuichi, eyebrows pressing together, before that, too, flicks away.

He'll apology to him later, talk to him later. ) For the reCORD, I don't... think anyone is in the wrong for being upset with ME.

( It just ... sucks, a little, is all. A lot a little. A lot a lot a little. )

So don't take my snapping at you before as dismisSAL. I'm just stating the FACTS. ( How many people want anything to do with him... That wouldn't look the other way if someone came at him with a knife...... He can't look around the room and count them right now; but he exhales softly and ... at least looks at Clamor now, tired. ) ...If you're not against IT, would you accompany me out when the meeting is adJOURNED? I highly doubt they'd be willing to let me head off on my own in genuine — I don't think they'd let him ( komaeda ) go alone eiTHER, so it's only FAIR. I have somewhere I can sleep in PEACE.

[Clamor winces at being snapped at, but he understands—this is all hard on Natsume, too. He'd be more worried if the boy wasn't having a reaction... or if he reacted like that maniac Komaeda, acting like his actions were justified all along.

Ugh. He doesn't want to think about Komaeda.

Instead he follows Natsume's gaze, over to Shuichi being treated, then drifting back to Natsume once he begins to speak again. It's... not an incorrect assessment. Not many people in this room would be willing to stick their necks out for Natsume right now, no doubt, and there's also the question of whether those people would be able and willing to defend him. It wouldn't be much better if someone else got hurt as badly as Shuichi.

Unfortunately, Clamor isn't exactly a capable fighter either, but he does have Noah to rely on. That's close enough.]

Of course. I wouldn't have made the suggestion if I wasn't prepared to offer, you know.

[because he's not mad. just disappointed. it's an important difference.]

Are you sure you'll be alright? If you need someplace to stay... [... he feels a little guilty saying that, because he sure as hell hasn't asked Sidney or Sara what they think, but. it doesn't feel right to just leave Natsume to fend for himself right now. if he doesn't even think he can ask anyone to walk him out, is it really okay...?]

Edited (6am typos as expected) 2021-07-03 09:09 (UTC)

I really do have a place in MIND. ( It's dusty and claustrophobic and dark and uncomfortable, but no one will find him up there and he'll survive. It's fine. If he gets tired of it, he'll take Clamor up on his offer, but... ) ...Thank YOU.

( For the offer. For the suggestion. For keeping Komaeda from doing whatever he liked. Natsume rubs his arm, awkward but genuine. )

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It's time for another FAMILY MEETING!!

lets go killer its time for your nap im sorry........ u see sumn bout ultimates hit a nerve in his m

thanks (grateful but derogatory)

youre welcome (hopeful but derogatory)

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hello this is wizard cops

NOT WIZARD COPSSS

YOU'RE LUCKY HE DOESN'T HAVE MAGIC YET, PUNK

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