yogen | 8/28, afternoon | cw for HORRIFIC VIOLENT TORTURE in the comments

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8/28, afternoon | cw for HORRIFIC VIOLENT TORTURE in the comments

[network | un: e.grenore]

Can anyone here erase or alter memories? Need an answer ASAP.

Don't bother me with tedious questions.

[like that isn't something suspicious to post to the network... but it's probably nothing.]

[meanwhile in the music room... | semi-open]

The music room is being commandeered today—for the past couple hours the door has been "locked", or at least blocked shut from the inside, with One Direction music blasting from what sounds like a boombox. Dito can also be spotted hanging around the door, spear in hand, like a bouncer to the world's shittiest nightclub.

Every now and then it almost sounds like someone might be screaming in there, beneath the melodious sounds of hit pop idols Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomilson, Liam Payne and Zayn Malik... but surely that's just your imagination. Nothing strange is going on in the music room today. Don't worry about it. It's totally fine. No war crimes in here!

((content warnings: extreme violence/torture, gore, disembowelment, teeth horror, emeto, we're k-wording a teenage girl... like, nothing good is happening here. specific things may be warned in the subject lines but don't come in here expecting a good time.

anyone is welcome to notice the weird activity/approach the door, but we can't exactly have half the game individually trying to kick the door down SO. please hit one of us up by PM/discord if your character would try to investigate any further than that! we don't bite i promise our characters are just insane))

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[The music room looks like (and is) a crime scene. Tarps cover the floor, stained dark with fresh blood near the centre where a chair sits, and in that chair is a nameless student—well, she probably has a name, but no one bothered to ask. Blood stains her clothes as deeply as it does everything else, wrists red and raw from struggling against the restraints, tears streaking her face and running down her chin as she hitches another weak and pitiful sob...

Add sighs, rattling the bag in his hands. So noisy, so annoying. He pauses to step over to the boombox and turn it up a little more. Over the tinny voices of 1D,] Stop crying so much, it's your own fault for not cooperating sooner.

Komaeda. These teeth better be as useful as you say... I got blood on my clothes.

( it's during zayn malik's soft serenade that komaeda slips his mechanical thumb past the female's lips, he can't feel the way she tries to bite down, and to no avail is it working in her favor. the taste of cold metal wears on her tongue, the choked sobs mixed with wet hiccups as she's unable to contain her sporadic breathing. maybe her heart beats faster than it should, perhaps she wishes she could be put out of her misery, but komaeda doesn't think of any of that as he brushes the pad of his thumb along one of her canines, applying pressure to see if it's wedged in well, or loose like a few others. those are too easy to pull, way too quick, and would give her an easy out — he wants the more difficult ones, the few that amount to how stronger her hope is, and how far she'd be able to withstand the pain for her peers.

there's something they want to know (or a few of them, dito's here for torture), and she's been keeping most to herself, those roundabout answers that isn't satisfactory to any of them. the warm snot that dribbles from her nose, bubbles popping, runs down her lips to mix with both saliva and blood, and drips onto her clothes, staining the floor even more. )

...There's a few people who collect them. ( his mind thinks back to rokkun's odd fixation with body parts — nails, teeth, and then he remembers the way the vice principal looked at what leftover teeth was attached to the suitcase. there has to be a reason they find them so fascinating, so collecting as much as they can would come in handy, but komaeda's insanity: )

This isn't about personal gain... ( he sighs wistfully, a smile pulling across his lips as he peers down at their companion. ) ...we're building her hope, shaping her into a person that'll support others along the way, that's her... reason for existing... ( if it makes any sense, but add can take that as information for them, or to encourage the other students to do the same. as far as encouraging goes, the pressed he places on her specific tooth to force it out of place with his finger so that it cracks in half is disappointed, but don't worry as komaeda proceeds to dig at her gum, trying to force what didn't come out of place to. )

She'll grow stronger from thi—- ah, here's half of one!

( but add has to pick it out her mouth, the piece that lays on the flat of her tongue. )

[Add is picking at a spot of blood on his sleeve, like maybe if he goes and washes it off now it won't stain... but he scoffs, shooting Komaeda a flat look.]

For you, maybe. I'm here for information... hope isn't anything I can use. [whether this girl lives or dies in the end, it doesn't particularly matter to him. but for now, her life is useful... until they get her to crack. then it's up in the air. loose ends can be troublesome, better to snip them off before they catch...

it's better if she believes she's has a "hope" of escaping with her life, though. so maybe hope can be useful sometimes.]

You wouldn't have to dig around so much if someone would stop wriggling... this doesn't have to be as messy as it is. [disinterested, lightly scolding, like it's science-chan's fault for getting involved with them. he sighs again, stepping back up to Komaeda's side with the bag of bloodied teeth held open.] Put it here. Is half a tooth worth half as much, or does it round down...? We should take another one, since this one might be worthless. Kukuku, what do you think?

[he looks at the girl as he says it, mouth stretched into a depraved grin. like he's asking for her opinion... not that it would matter if she gave it. maybe she is anyway, through tears and disgusting snot and the blood that drips from the holes in her mouth, but Add just smiles and lets the laughter roll up his throat, giving her no further acknowledgement than that.

they do have a lot of teeth. is that enough? maybe.]

You shouldn't say that... her hope is why she's even here... besides, if she gives up... the information you want won't ever come.

( he can say that, and she could use that to her advantage, giving up — succumbing to her fate because of these two psychos. white haired men hit different, and treat women with disrespect, so that could be an option for her. they'll get bored of her, tired enough to free her so that they can try someone else. would that be her strength? her hope that the one gentleman is speaking about, and through her pain, through the fear, and through her sobs... she should try? right? ) But... if she loses that hope, that makes her more than expendable, a stepping stone for others to not make the same mistake!

( she shivers in fear, almost taken aback by how sudden his support went from one, and drastically to the other. she would have been lucky if add stuck her fingers into her mouth because then she could bite down on flesh with what she has left, but komaeda's mechanical finger enters again. scooping out the piece as blood coats his fingers from scraping at her gums that are sore and sensitive. she's afraid of him, of them the way they smile, how they take this in stride — they're not people, they're monsters. how much blood has she lost, how light-headed is she —

making sense of add's words makes her sick, she feels as she might throw up from how much she's gone through — well, everyone gets what they wish, because she does — immediately whatever she had for dinner begins to surface up from her throat, spilling over his lips, brown mixed with green stains along with blood — and the smell isn't as bad as it should. well, komaeda's used to disgusting things, so while some of it catches on his fingers while trying to get the other half of add's request — he frowns, disappointed. )

Can you not handle something as simple as this... are all untalented people this incompetent, what a shame.

( he sounds tired of it, but his voice comes off softer as he sighs... then he'll assist in anyway he can for her hope to... shine. he looks towards add as their captive is throwing up, and because of minimal worry he has of her choking on her own waste — )

Do you have a knife?

( the question is posed at add, as if that'll fix the problem. as for the female, her eyes widen, spitting up more thick mush as she tries to talk, "w-w-w-waaihht, pppluhleash! whaaat! wh...aahh... whattt!", most of what she says is muffled by her vomit, but isn't that a bit of progress? )

[Add makes a sour face, inching back a little at the mess... ugh. He really doesn't like this kind of torture. Too messy.] ... electricity is preferable... less hassle to clean...

[... but he'll get one of the smaller knives, sure, fine. Of course they brought some (eat shit, people trying to make dinner tonight). They probably used it earlier... the blood is still sticky, but it's been about an hour. He turns it in his hand a few times before returning to Komaeda's side, holding it loosely with two fingers at the top of the handle. He isn't getting any more blood on his gloves.]

Try to make quick. Should I apply a Seal? Wouldn't want our friend to get hurt too badly, kukuku... [though it'd be quite wasteful to use one up on this... hmm.]

... Ah. Didn't we promise Dito a turn next? So try not to waste this Seal. Otherwise, we'll have to kill time for another hour... I don't know how much longer he can be patient.

( he reaches out, his fingers wrap around the handle of the blade as blood sticks to his hands. he chuckles softly, it's like add to watch to use some sort of machine to handle this. it would have been useful, making sure there's no blood, and she would have appeared better to their eyes than what she is now. )

It's repetitive, and something that she'd adjust too easily to, but something like this... it gauges her hope, how far she's willing to go.

( her hope, he normally speaks about. his free hand raises to his chin, rubbing the area as blood slicks onto his skin. with a sigh, he looks towards add as he ignores the female. )

It's fine, I'll help her in other ways. ( like scooping out the vomit with his finger, even though he thinks that nasty as hell. for anyone else (ultimates), he would love doing it, but those beneath him are the last things he want to clean — it's really like taking care of an animal. with the weapon in his possession, he stares at the blade as he tries to find where to sit it at. he contemplates setting it on the floor, and though it seems like he's going to sit it down between the female's legs — he instead, stabs the blade into her thigh to place hold it. there's an abrupt scream, muffled by vomit...

don't they get sent to the void when there's too much blood, i'm crying, but... )

Because it has one use, to see her hope peak will have to be at that precise moment... so having Dito witness an amazing scene would be a good bonding moment for all of us. ( he holds a hand out towards the camera that sits on the floor a few steps over. ) You should bring him in!

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cw: gum torture, vomit,

love how you ended on a comma like you were expecting more but never finished it

the way my mind was turning in gruesome ways

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