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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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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.