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

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[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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BEFORE THE NETWORK POST | closed | cw: all of them jfc

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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.

un: m.lucifer || I literally cannot fucking believe you

[carpevinum]

I can erase memories, yes. It's a relatively simple hex.

What, may I ask, do you need memories erased for?

:)

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Perfect. How much preparation do you require?

Can't disclose that on a public network. Come to the music room.

HET RIGHTS, ONLY FOR US, WE THINK...

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( 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. )

[carpevinum]

"Simple hex". I don't require any preparation.

I'll be there shortly. However, I require something in return for my efforts, as well as a full explanation. I don't freely erase the memories of my peers, and I need to know what memories in particular I would be erasing — or "sealing" is perhaps the more accurate term. If that sounds agreeable, expect me shortly.

[samuraiwomen]

Can whoever’s on the second floor turn their music down.

[ Just totally ignoring Add.

I know it’s summer break but this is a shared space. We can hear you on the first floor.

s.meanswell

[closewithnewintown]

YOU KNOW IT'S FOR EVIL REASONS WHY ARE YOU EVEN CONSIDERING THIS

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[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.]

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Rude. You don't know what it's for.

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Denied.

We'll be done here soon anyway. Deal with it until then.

[closewithnewintown]

it's YOU

I would bet ACTUAL PHYSICAL MONEY that it's for something evil

if I was wrong you'd already be doing your weird laugh about it so i know i'm right

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As if you have actual physical money to bet with. All we get are merit points here.

Good and evil are subjective. If anything... Lucifer's services are needed for the sake of good, kukuku.

[samuraiwomen]

Rude.

Do you take requests at least? So much pop music…can you play some Ryōichirō Yoshida??

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Excellent, kekek.

I have no problem with those conditions. I wouldn't expect such a service to be provided for free... we have information that may be of interest to you, perhaps, or we can discuss the terms when you get here.

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We're working with what we have available. [which is 1D. and nothing else.] Don't be so picky.

What's Ryōichirō Yoshida sound like?

[closewithnewintown]

i could get money.

... okay so you're doing something INCREDIBLY BLATANTLY AND OBJECTIVELY evil.

[carpevinum]

This is a lovely conversation. I think that you're all forgetting that I am a demon, and human morality does not apply to me, and that I am also an adult man who can make his own decisions.

[closewithnewintown]

at best

you are gonna walk in on a dead body

but dead bodies don't have memories so it is going to be worse

[carpevinum]

We should, as you stated, keep this off the network. I'll be there shortly to discuss the details.

["Shortly" as in he shows up after maybe three minutes, listen, Lucifer practically lives in the music room... he's gonna be upset if y'all did some shit to the piano. His arms are crossed in that way he does, but more than anything he looks curious. What information could they give him? Hm...]

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No one is dead. [currently.]

As if I'd be stupid enough to ask for something like that on a dead body.

[carpevinum]

That wouldn't surprise me, in this place.

I assure you, if the terms are not agreeable to me, I won't be lifting a finger.

[closewithnewintown]

oh good so it's something so horrible I am literally unable to even imagine it.

you owe me ten dollars that's what I decided the bet on this being objectively evil is

[closewithnewintown]

also as an expert you decide who gets the ten dollars

hint: it's me

[carpevinum]

Please. Ten dollars is nothing to me; you're free to have said money, if it comes up.

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[samuraiwomen]

This isn't being picky, this is having a diverse selection availible! Be responsible!

Besides this is a Japanese band from the 90's! The library must have a CD or two. [ Give me this ori ]