narumin rescue squad

[adsum]

Participants: Clamor, Hanako(npc), Helena, Hikaru(npc), Komaeda, Lucifer, Sara, Shin
Location: Sun 4
Date: ??? nebulously October

(ooc notes: I will state any possible content warnings in the subject line of the mod response when it comes up. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell me so I can back off and refocus the thread.

There will be no tag order, and a mod response will come whenever there's a good point to move the thread along. Please note this means that if you're absent for a day or more, the thread will move on, but I will pace things so that people aren't missing large plot beats.)

Comments

[suspiciousweapon]

[hey guess what

guess who can still use limited magic

he's setting the tips of Komaeda's hair on fire]

[carpevinum]

[Lucifer is so in love with this man.]

[commences]

( something is burning? ...

...

...

kind of hot?

...

NOOOO!!! NOT THE HAIR THAT CAPTURES SARA'S ATTENTION NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

goes to pat out the fire, stop that STOP IT! )

[suspiciousweapon]

Anyway!

Sara, would you please write a note for everyone? It's probably better if we "leave" before they get here, but we don't want anyone to assume the worst.

[carpevinum]

[Anyway, because Komaeda won't shut the fuck up is what I'm getting after I left for an hour to make dinner...]

"May the cretin before me have all sound he makes stolen away on the Wind. I am the First-Born, Lucifer — Spirits, hear my command."

[Have fun with your silence hex, buddy.]

[samuraiwomen]

[ His hair...is on fire.... wow. ]

Uh, oh, yeah. I can do that? [ Shouldn't she um...maybe Komeada can handle it? It doesn't seem like he's hurt so she's going to balance Clamor on in the crook of her elbow for a second and start writing a note... ]

Is he okay? [ Lucifer what did you just do... ]

[commences]

Wait.. you're doing what? May this cretin not hav — ...

( ... )

...!

( he'll part open his mouth trying to speak — say something like "aha! lucifer, you're such a funny guy there's no way you'd do that!" but he can't say that because nothing comes out his mouth, it almost reminds him of the suffocating silence at night.

...

...

he closes his mouth, looking at him with a smile.

okay, this is hard mode. he's ready. he's rea — )

@ s. chidouin
bring me a sticky pad, i can't talk.

[carpevinum]

It's a silencing hex. He'll be able to talk again either within the next twenty-four hours, or whenever our souls are removed from our bodies; the hex itself is placed upon his physical form, unfortunately.

[suspiciousweapon]

[Clamor is so in love with this man.]

[samuraiwomen]

Oh...? I guess that could be useful next family meeting.

[ Ugh hold on she just finished this note and now her PDA is pinging her. She only has one free hand! How does Noah carry a scythe around all day... ]

Can you float for a second, Clamor? Hold on... [ She's going to drop this note off and check her PDA? ]

Fine. I didn't know he could actually make you be quiet for five years.

[ You can have her notebook now that she's done with it. Don't...draw on her notes! Or look at anything she drew! ]

[commences]

we know for the next murder, now don't we?

( okay, but he's going to take her notebook to stuff into his jacket.

his now. )

[samuraiwomen]

Lets hope there won't be a "next murder"?

[ Ok. No. ...Give that back...She has homework in there. The frantic struggle to get it out of Komeada's pockets is probably interrupted by Sudden Possession. ]