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8/28, afternoon | cw for HORRIFIC VIOLENT TORTURE in the comments
[network | un: e.grenore]
[meanwhile in the music room... | semi-open]
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))
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.((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.
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!
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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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.]
cw: gum torture, vomit,
( 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? )
love how you ended on a comma like you were expecting more but never finished it
[... 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.
the way my mind was turning in gruesome ways
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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[and now he's just not going to bother. He pouts a little, forcing poor science-chan to live with that stab wound... ah well. She might as well have a few scars at the end of all this. They can spare that much, so long as they're careful.
Hope this, hope that... if Komaeda himself wasn't so useful, Add would've strangled him a long time ago for all the obnoxious hope talk. But he sighs, merely annoyed and slightly disgusted at his accomplice's tactics. At least it's not his hands fishing around in there... he'll tolerate the antics for the sake of convenience.
Dito, though. He looks down at the camera, then back at the door.]
Hmm. I suppose he's waited long enough... fine. [stretches a little, like all this torturing has made him tired, then walks over to the door to un-jam the chair and peek outside. Add glances down the hallways first to make sure no one is around or eavesdropping, then]
You. Come inside for awhile... your assistance is necessary. [it's your legally mandated murder break]
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Y'know, if Dito leaning there with a big, sharp spear wasn't enough in itself. He hasn't had to speak to anyone so far, and that's good. He's noticed that making eye contact in itself seems to do the job well enough.
When the door opens though, Dito blinks back into a more cognizant state (honestly, he might've been about to fall asleep otherwise). He groans quietly with a stretch as he stands up straight for the first time in a while, shooting Add an unimpressed look.
As hostile a person that Dito is, it's at least easy enough for him to go along with shit if he's promised something that piques his interest. Which is to say, he's here for the fucking gore he was promised, and he intends to get it one way or another. ]
Ugh...finally.
[ This better be good, is what he's thinking when he follows Add inside their crafted torture room. He really could care less about whatever it is they're after, even if he won't lie that he's gotten a bit curious about what information they would go these kinds of lengths for. They're not like him, because they don't get off on this shit.
The scene he walks into is a mess, and Dito's eyes scan the chaos that is a conglomerate of blood, spit, tears, vomit, and god knows what else. It's even on Komaeda's hand, he notes. ]
Disgusting...
[ He says with a sneer, even as his eyes start to light up. ]
... I love it! My turn, right?!
[ He's so excited all of a sudden... ]
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It's fine! This is for hope, as long as she can use this to grow stronger... there's nothing wrong.
( it sounds insane, her choked sobs make it sounds like he's right, but she's afraid even more as dito is let in — the memory of these three burns into her brain. her eyes sting from her tears, nails digs into the bindings of her rope as she attempts to force herself free. she can't succeed, she probably hates them, each and every one of them... god, ori, i have no idea what sort of personality this oc has, but i hope she lives off hatred. )
Ah, Dito-kun... ( someone who enjoys the sight of this whereas komaeda wishes himself he didn't have to get this dirty, his own thoughts riddled with wanting to clean his hands of her throw up. the waste on his hand is something her perceives for the moment, and after he wipes it away on a napkin that's laying on the table next to him. as he does that, the female shudders from dito's response, the thrill that's noticeable in his eyes, how he's entertained by this makes him disgusting as well. )
It is... ( he sighs ) I couldn't slit her throat to prevent her from choking, but... scooping it out was all that I could do.
( he takes a step to the side so he can see the female at her best, the way her body trembles, how her leg with the blade just won't stop bleeding. ) Add-kun, you can apply the seal anytime... you know that out of all of us, he's the most impatient.
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but it's somewhat endearing, in a way. like watching a puppy get excited to rip apart a new toy... he doesn't mind it as much when he thinks of it like that.]
Don't waste your time cleaning her any more, then. We'll just have to do it over... [when the seal activates, and everything gets reversed. from that moment onward... nothing matters, nothing sticks, so long as her life is ended within the duration. he stands aside for Dito, craning his neck to stare at the other with a lopsided smile.]
Twenty seconds, starting from the signal. No more than that. Unless, of course, our little science project wants to go again, kukukukuku...
[she most definitely doesn't, but hey, it's not a "yes" or "no" question, it's a "tell us what the fuck you're doing in the science lab" or "die" question.
Add raises a hand, giving Dito a moment to prepare himself... then, he snaps his fingers, a wave of blue washing over the room, the faint ticking of a clock ringing in science-chan's ears.
Dito gets <20 seconds to go apeshit, remember to deal the killing blow when you're finished, try to get some extra teeth out—and have fun!!]
wait tw gratuitous torture porn/guro
[ Do they really expect him to stop after that. Dito doesn't care, he just feels his heart pounding at the sight of the girl before him, vomit and blood and spit all mixed together and falling all over the floor and Komaeda's metallic fingers. It's so great, and of course it's only seconds before Dito's eyes had locked on to the knife driven into the girl's thigh.
The corners of his mouth rise in a crooked, insane way -- before he laughs, audibly and excitedly. He even tosses his spear over in Komaeda's direction. Why the fuck not. He gets a hands on experience here, and his brows rise as he takes a few steps toward the girl.
He kneels down as he grabs each of her knees, kneeling between her legs with a twisted grin. ]
Oh, aren't you unlucky. To tell you the truth, I don't really give a shit about any of these other guys here, either. But you're the only one tied up and bleeding so pretty, so...
[ So of course he's down to mutilate her more.
What did Add say? Something about twenty seconds or whatever. Dito doesn't give a shit.
His teeth show now in his grin, his sharper incisors more prominent as he abruptly grabs the hilt of the knife in the girl's leg.
He laughs in a broken, deranged way before he starts to straighten up, moving so that he can straddle the girl's lap. He leans in close enough that his forehead touches the girl's, noting her expression -- the fear, the drool, the blood, the utter terror. It's so fucking good, and it just makes Dito's heart pound even quicker and heavier.
His eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating as he looks straight into this girl's own eyes. It only further encourages his drive to completely mess her up. Still, he briefly ends up raising a hand, almost in a comforting way as he cradles the side of her face and lets his fingers weave up into her messed up, sweaty, bloody hair slightly. ]
-- Do me a favor and scream real good.
[ It's all he says, in a lower voice full of malicious intent before he roughly yanks the knife out of the girl's thigh, with full intent to rip muscle and flesh in the same moment. He wonders who put the knife there that deep like that, but he doesn't care.
It's nice work, but Dito can do better.
His eyes almost seem to blank in a sense as he grips the knife tightly, slicing his arm across so roughly it even takes a second for his work to show -- the slice of the girl's clothes obvious, but the heavy bleeding taking seconds to follow. It's a lot of blood too, the more seconds that pass. Dito doesn't let it ruminate though, tossing the knife in the air for a brief second before grabbing it in a fist tightly, only to end up driving it straight into the girl's chest cavity.
For a second he keeps it there, twisting it slightly in order to ensure that it's a deathly blow. Then he rips it out again, stabbing it back in hard and fast, laughing loudly as he does so, twisting his wrist again in order to keep his stab wounds messy -- and so that every time he pulls it back out, more blood sprays onto both his own face, his arms, and his clothes. He loves it, he loves it, he loves it, and he needs so much more--
His pupils are fully blown at this point, and nobody around him exists. Just this girl, that doesn't even count as a girl anymore. Just a piece of fucking meat, and Dito's so intent on mutilating her. He continuously stabs her in the chest repeatedly.
Once, twice, three times--
How many seconds have passed?
Eight, nine?
He flips the knife again, pushing himself closer against the body and getting more blood on him in the process before he shoves the knife in the side of the girl's neck, right into her throat. She's probably long dead by now, but her arteries can bleed more. She has more vitals. Dito digs the knife in further, looking absolutely delighted as he sees more blood spill out from both her neck and mouth as she disgustingly gurgles.
It's so fantastic.
His brows rise again, and he laughs in a crazed way before he pulls the knife out -- only to shove it straight into her face. Right into her right eye socket. He twists it in there too, trying to get a good latch on it before he rolls his shoulder, attempting to scoop the eyeball out with a curve of his wrist.
If he manages that much, his other hand will move to dig into the eye socket, seeing how far into the girl's skull he can reach--
Fifteen seconds, sixteen seconds?
He doesn't even know at this point, but he knows he's running out of time.
He frowns, gripping the knife hard again. He's covered in blood and fluids at this point, but it's fine.
With a frustrated grunt, he shoves the knife straight into the center of the girl's forehead, still straddling her.
He lets go of the knife, letting it rest in the center of her fucking forehead instead of her thigh or whatever. He's got his disciple body back, he can do whatever he wants, he feels.
He's still frowning, covered in blood and holding an eyeball in one of his hands before he places his free hand on the girl's shoulder, huffing quiet breaths before he cocks his head back. His eyes are lidded and bored at this point as he looks at the others in the room, having forgetten they were even there in his high. He grimaces. ]
... That all?
[ He wants more. ]
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add allows this to happen because of his neat trick, which contributes to his own hope of knowledge and success. is tehre hope in any of this, he wonders. he'd know better than anyone as he watches the blade sink into the cavity of her body, the blood that spurts from her chest, from her leg, the way it pours from her mouth. she could die, and what about that is hopeful? despair isn't really needed, but to have it, for her to use dito's actions to overcome this scenario would be in her favor, because she's not going to die.
so why is she so scared? komaeda's own eyes watch, slightly thrilled because had this been him — his heart skips — he'd accept it gratefully, to feel this sort of pain that his own luck deters him from... she truly is lucky, no matter what dito says.
he takes a few steps forward, stopping behind dito to survey the damage done to the female, and without a care will he press his chest against the other's back. his eyes watch the female lazily, and for a moment they flicker a bright red before returning back to normal. )
You shouldn't be bored when helping another boring individual's hope, thanks to you... maybe she'll speak to us.
( he reaches out, prying her lips apart so she can speak, but what he comes to find is the way her teeth has bit down on a piece of her tongue, biting it off. he's nice enough to pull out that piece, his index and middle finger rubbing against the flesh like he's admiring the texture. it feels real, compared to everything he went through so far after coming back, and it slips from his grasp, right into dito's lap, and the female's that he straddles. ngl, i was going to force feed it into dito's mouth, but yama said that's despair komaeda core, sighs... )
Can't you respect her — ( out of all people, him saying that as he wraps his fingers around the hilt of the blade, and quickly does he yank it out of the center. her head jerks forward, blood splatters, and residue of her brain covers the blade, flicking onto dito's face. it misses komaeda by a margin, and he holds the blade up so the juices can run, dripping down the sharp of the weapon. with a tired sigh, he's wiping the blade clean against dito's cheek as he continues: ) even if only a little?
( he pauses, using his other arm to wrap around dito's neck gently as he turns to look towards add. )
She can't talk like this... it's futile.
( fix it add. )
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It's a smell that he's gotten accustomed to ever since he woke up in this high school. A metallic, iron smell that only goes away once in a great while. However, it amplifies the closer he gets to a certain room- the music room. He's almost afraid to know what he's about to walk in on.
The door is open about an inch and music is blaring out of it.
With a shaky hand, Senku swings the door open, and he's frozen in place as he takes in the scene. He doesn't want to fully process it, but with the stench of death and iron hanging in the air, logic flies out the window for a split second as he sees the remains of a fully desecrated corpse and three figures surrounding said corpse. Why is he so surprised that it just so happens to be some of the most dangerous people here causing it? ]
What the hell is going on?!
[ ...Crap. He shouldn't have yelled. It's three against one. They could easily silence him too, if this was something they wanted to keep quiet about. But also, Senku knows Add. He wouldn't kill the scientist because of this- he's a man of logic and reason who would talk things out. At least, that's what Senku is banking on.
Komaeda is unpredictable, what with their flimsy relationship. The worst one out of the bunch however, was the one sitting in the corpse's lap. He doesn't know Dito all too well, but he's gotten a bad feeling about him since he first arrived. The guy has a spear, too. He'd just have to see what their first move is. At least he hasn't completely walked in yet- he can beeline out of there if needed and try to find someone else. ]
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It's all a minor annoyance, really. Life, death, the drowned screams of a girl with countless stab wounds through her lungs...
He really pushes that time limit, too, and Add feel a bit of strain from the twisting of reality when Komaeda pulls the knife free. There's a flickering glow around her form, and with one final tick of that illusory clock—
It happens instantaneously, like everything snapping back together all at once—every wound, ever mark, even the fresh tears and stains in her clothing, everything reverting back to how it was within a fraction of a millisecond. Komaeda's hand grips nothing, no blade to wipe clean because it's back in science-chan's leg, still only just starting to drip blood from when it was first placed in there. The girl gasps for air, choking on blood that's already been placed back in her veins, eyes wide and terrified and intact as she grapples with the experience of "death without death", a pain so deep and thorough that few would ever survive long enough to share what it's like.
Anyway, this is the exact moment after Senku walks in. Add's attention shifts away from their hostage, scowling slightly at the open door (ugh, did he forget to close that?) before realizing who it is—a flash of brief surprise, and...
He's... calm, at least, if it might have seemed like he was about to get angry or upset. Though there's a hint of caution in his own tone, like he's unsure of how Senku will react. He's a man of logic and reason, a scientist, so... surely...]
Senku. Sorry for the mess. [yknow, the blood everywhere. everything else may slot back into place, but bloodstains tend to stick even when time gets reversed, apparently...] Are these methods not to your liking...? Ah, don't worry about her. Information extraction would be difficult if I allowed our guest to sustain permanent damage. Everything is under my control.
[that's probably not all that comforting, considering the scene in front of him, but.]
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[ Dito's in the middle of bitching as soon as he feels Komaeda's chest against his back, grimacing for a second as he turns his face back to the mangled, bloody body before him.
It's so fucking great.
He can't help it when the corners of his mouth turn up again in a crooked way, staring at this dead bitch in front of him.
At least, until Komaeda starts speaking again. Dito almost rolls his eyes, at least until he notices the bitten off tongue falling into his lap. He laughs at that, fingers moving to pick it up as he starts to ignore the rest of what's being said--
Before Komaeda removes the knife, the spatter suddenly hitting Dito's face. He's about to complain about this too (not the blood, so much as Komaeda taking control of the knife), before the other ends up wiping it against his cheek. Jesus christ. Dito raises a hand, tentatively attempting to touch his cheek, ensuring that what's happening is real before he drags his blood-stained fingers down to his own mouth and licks at his own fingertips.
Yeah, definitely real.
Hahahahahahaha.
He definitely laughs aloud, and he's about to comment further when the door suddenly swings open.
A frown immediately forms on Dito's face, and he cocks his head back again to see who's entered. He doesn't know this guy himself really, but he's nonetheless not ecstatic about being interrupted here. He wants a dead body, for fuck's sake.
It's only when Add suddenly does his shit that Dito's attention turns back to the girl's "dead" body, and he scowls. She doesn't even have any signs of what he'd done to her, and that concerns him far more than some random person walking in on them. He sighs in an almost hissing noise before twists around, grabbing at Komaeda's wrist with both hands, attempting to reclaim the knife before realizing that it's not in the other's hand at all.
What the fuck.
His brows knit, and his eyes flick to Add as he asks the most eloquent and important question at hand: ]
The hell?! I was about to gut that bitch!
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( his eyes glance over to the door cracking open, and the person that walks in on the scene of their hopeful torture skills — it didn't have to be this way, but senku should be elated that he's not a very despairing individual that he used to be. with his arm pulled, komaeda finds himself pressed even more up against dito like a lover — this wasn't their intention — and he sighs tiredly while keeping his eyes on their new guest. he has to read his expression first before he can read their mind, but with add taking over to smooth out the details, komaeda can focus primarily on dito. )
We're not killing her, Dito-kun... she hasn't utilized her full potential, because between the things she knows, and what she does...
( they aren't serial killers, and to emphasize that fact, he's going to pull his arm away out the male's grasp so that he can settle them on the male's waist, his nails digging into the fabric of his clothes. he's going to pull the other off of the female's lap and into the floor, and god so help me if dito's leg hits into the knife making the wound worse because if blood sprays... senku help boy, we in the blood. )
Now be polite, we have a guest...
( he looks towards senku to acknowledge him as he talks with add, and then down at the brunette in his grasp... who knew he had to teach the man manners. ) After he finishes talking, you can have your turn.