00) this is love • SPOILERS!: closed, ranger — 02/14, 2nd floor, classroom 3-D
[ death is unpleasant, those moments that happen to be a person's last makes him uncomfortable, and goes against everything he's stood for this entire time. it's irritating when his own devices had been used against him, forcing him to make a different choice which led to something inevitable. he remembers the sensation of his body twisting, being turned inside out into an unidentifiable mess of the left over crushed matter that resides inside of a blender.
thinking on such matters will do him no good, not when he can see the white walls of a ceiling above him? if this is where death has led him, he's not impressed, rather he has no feelings on the matter at hand. it feels cramped, and boring, so those two mixed with his feeling doesn't work out so well. the emotion behind his eyes are bored, despite the smile he wears along with how his iris contains an empty pupil that makes the way he looks unnerving.
especially so when a student walks by the trashcan ready to dump their classwork inside until there's a loud scream, alarming those of 3-D that there's something odd about the trashcan. yes, the npc fell to the floor in fear.
she may be afraid, but now that he recognizes his position... where is his body? ]
01) i want to have my freedom stolen by unpredicted love. • open — 02/14, pool
[ anyone frequenting the pool will notice a few bubbles coming up, and popping along the surface of the water. it starts off slow, but then the bubbles come out faster, almost like something is ready to submerge in the center. it doesn't take long until the bubbles come closer to the edge, and proceeds to form and pop over and over again close by.
will someone inspect? ]
02) oh, i knew with one look. • open — 02/14, dormitory, common's room
[ whenever he's managed to get out of the pool, midori's body will be inside of the dormitory still headless. lacking sight doesn't stop him from moving around, he manages to avoid walking into anything, and his footsteps are wet while he makes his way around from the entrance, then to the common's room. fingers drum against coffins as he walks to the fireplace, and once he finds the hottest spot to sit, he proceeds to sit down.
like a prop, he sits there unmoving next to the cremation coffin, and the body just... sits there. unmoving. ]
03) i'll give you cold words and a warm kiss. • open — 02/15, dormitory, study hall
[ finally, he's dressed properly in his suit and tie, a red embroidered scarf wrapped around his neck comfortably. having appeared yesterday in his school clothes apparently, he had avoid ruining the clothes that do matter. with a hand to his chest, he looks over the bodies of various students who are stacked up like jenga blocks, and are frozen in place. it's like any concerned specialist would do in the field of health would be to look over them, reach out with one hand to check their vitals, and then pull away once realizing they appear to be fine. ]
Oh dear, what happened...
[ he's interested, just as equally as wanting to take one to work on, cutting open flesh, cracking bone that stands in the way. curious to fulfill his own morbid desires of how a person fares with such pain when in this position, and being alive. what he wants to know is if they're the same as a patient who can no longer speak or move, but aware of their surroundings, unfortunately strapped to the confinements of their bed.
it would be a nice past time, fixing every student that that's before his eyes here. ]
Are they every going to wake up, I wonder...
04) this is love, this is love • wildcard, ota — 2/16 and so on
[ got something you want to do with midori? go for it! as for pre-established cr, we can hash something out if you want anything with him! he has the essence of a fae where he can be in your life someway or somehow, so if you'd want him to cameo in those past yogen memories, then lmk! ]
[ The girl falls to the floor, but Ranger isn't particularly bothered. His thoughts are elsewhere, on someone and something else. That's fine because he doesn't need to pay much attention to the world around him, not when he takes in and processes every sight and sound and subtle change in a way that humans can't. The scant few students go around handing out chocolates to friends and crushes alike. It's a charming little holiday, and he's watched a few of him do so without really watching.
He is a little curious about what could be so frightening about a trash can, however. Perhaps there was another murder and he'd find some body part or another had been stuffed into it for fun. That strikes him as likely enough, and so he's not disappointed when he leans over it to see a severed head inside, the lower half of his face hidden by a card with a cheerful grin drawn on it. He looks a little different than Midori might remember - a little livelier, a little more human, but no less difficult to read - but there's no mistaking ASUNARO's masterpiece any more than there is ASUNARO's very own Sou Hiyori.
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What bad luck. But he holds his free hand up and his personality snaps right back into place. ]
Heya bastard! Whatchya doing in there?
[ He'll pull him out in a minute. Maybe. Or maybe he'll just dump some trash on him. Ranger is weighing his options here. ]
[ the first girl was a bore, but he found the reaction far too common to gain any amusement from it. now for the second, it's the life that settles inside the eyes, comparable to a sunrise to a man who has never seen a shed of light from this individual. if he had to guess, and it's certainly not hard to figure out — there's been a change from the inside, sensitive coding tampered with by someone else again, for the most part, it doesn't feel like the extent safalin had went to input the last few pieces of code inside of him.
as one lays on their death bed, it is pretty raw and bloody when fed emotions that he's never had before.
he knows rio ranger rather well, the uncute floor master just a few levels beneath him. both in control, and in passion, so to see something more human about him is interesting. he was never exposed to this version of him. ]
Oh, hello!!
[ because he's never met rio laizer with these emotions, he sees nothing wrong with playing around now and then. the only problem? they're floor masters, they're cut from the same cloth, wires and coding dressed with the same asunaro technology, and an unspoken agreement that they have a way of doing their jobs, even though they're very far from asunaro.
the company wouldn't have them in such a shoddy environment, no matter how many times midori gets under the skin of his coworkers. ]
[ Well... that's not normal. Nothing about this place is normal, but typically it's better to walk away from something like this. Especially when Joe's got a huge pit in his stomach. But this month's been hell already, right? So how could it get worse?
Letting out a shaking breath, Joe lowers himself to his knees. He hesitates for a moment before he reaches in and tries to grasp whatever is bubbling.
[ one pop, two pop, and three... the stream of bubbles seem endless until reaches down into the water is when they seem to stop. joe's curious arm that goes past the elbow is in for a surprise, because those fingers will grab something familiar which feels like flesh. the faintest touch of unfamiliar digits against his own skin, nails gently scratching.
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he might regret this a lot, or he may save a life.
[oh, this is bad. this is very bad. she has to get back to her last classroom of the day and retrieve it - talking to other people had distracted her, and she'd left her notebook on her desk. it's not as though it's terribly dangerous - one of the benefits of writing in Braille is that she knows it'll be hard to decipher - and if it was her school book she would have simply noted to go in a little earlier. but this one, this one has her ideas in it. her scraps of poetry, and the observations she's made to inspire her work - quotes and thoughts together. the most recent part of which was thoughts on what she observed for Valentine's Day, and a now rejected quarter of a poem.
that needs to stay with her, always, as closely as her notebook with information about the murders and Yogen as a whole. if she lost her record of all her ideas...oh, it had already survived so much, from being thrown in the snow to be forgotten and all her struggles. hurriedly walking, she makes her way back to the classroom, hoping no one sees or notices her haste. if this door isn't locked, she should be able to slip in and out, none the wiser.
trying the handle, it isn't, and she slides it open. phew.]
[ he had noticed the young girl who left at her own pace, there was more to life than being confined in a classroom with a scarce few students. he knows her name by now, helena adams, and he finds that she's the quiet sort, speaks when spoken to, polite, and thoughtful of her surroundings. due to what he's heard about this place, one would do themselves a favor by being wary, because who knows what predator is in search of prey, and what type of meat they're pleased about sticking their fangs into.
midori is different however, his desires tempered, and he realizes that something sweet will keep his attention better than other substances. sweets that stick to his tongue, a strong taste that remains even so after he indulges is always nice. the reminder tells him he wants more, and more he will get, and the most he will take to be satisfied.
not that he'll just take the female, he's unable to do that unless he learns about her. he sits down at the table, his arms crossed along the surface until curious fingers reach out to brush against the braille on the book, he can read it with ease to confirm who it belongs to. it takes a few lucky flips, he thinks he wants to try number eight today since it's as close to how infinite number zero can be.
his fingers brush against the page, slow and steady to ingest both her thoughts and feelings, what pain and sadness he can learn from the book is first, but also he can gauge her happiness as well — most poems and thoughts of romance come from the heart, short-lived verses wavered, and other pieces that if she continued, then they would show promise, but for now... they're broken strings of thought that he doesn't give much attention to. ]
Miss Helena, you seem to be in such a rush...
[ there's concern laced in his voice, a calm and gentle tone he keeps when associating with someone he's unfamiliar with. conversations come easy when he's able to inquire about someone's wellbeing, but he waits, book in hand as he waits for her response. ]
[ It's quite the sight to see a person's headless body wandering about, but the fact that it's still moving is enough to alleviate her worst fears. Nanami watches, turning her head as the wet figure makes their way over to the fireplace. It takes her a little while to gather her thoughts after this, having never needed to speak with a headless body before, but after several seconds of thought she'll cautiously approach. ]
Ummm... Do you want a towel?
[ What should she do if he can't hear her? That might be a problem, but it's fine to deal with such things as they come along. Either way, he's soaking wet. ]
[ the body registers a voice that isn't familiar, despite having no ears, he doesn't need it since asunaro technology is advance enough to give those important extra advantages. that, and if something happened to his head, which it has leaves the body needing to survive. with or without the head, that piece can easily be replaced.
what he notes is that individuals lacking limbs isn't uncommon to her, or that may be the norm within this place that the body doesn't know what it is. there's a fireplace, various tables, and if only he had the right attire, then maybe the person before him could recognize him from the picture above.
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while he could sign, in lieu of doing so, his body rocks forward, then back to imitate a nodding head, a very animated response. the roar of the fire only helps so much, and while it shouldn't matter since he's replaced himself to avoid sickness and decay, it would do no good to accept sitting in wet attire. ]
[ For all the half joked worries between her and Sou...the emotion in Sara's heart when she opens her dormitory door isn't surprise. That unforgettable cadence, like ice in her veins. It's here, like the other shoe dropping. There's a smug bent to her fear, maybe she should have spared his life, if all the dead of that killing game kept amassing here. Maybe she could have had Gin by her side in this school, instead of the blood soaked steps of a once nemesis.
But this means he really died. That's a half tugged smirk contrasted against the fear in her eyes. It doesn't matter if he was right about her, if she failed...at everything else. She never wanted to see him again, but if he's trapped with everyone else, then that's her doing. She dragged him down with her. ]
[ if he was able to see miss sara again, he would want to see her covered in blood, feigning despair, and using the emotions of others to her advantage. he wanted to see the version of her that would take everyone down, that relished in the bloodshed of her peers, that brought down her allies, that used everyone just so she could win. someone as overstimulating as her, the way her actions encourages the synapse of the brain helps keep him interested. even though he pleaded, begged, and was pushed back into a wall for sara to choose keiji, to kill him for cheating at the game; maybe they had both died, and were sent here afterwards soon after him.
the banquet is not a kind trial.
keiji was always by her, much like that joe character, but that one was easily removed; and not seeing the other makes things even more fun. having her alone is enough to make him smile, one familiar of a person that knows everything, but it's normal for midori to keep up such an expression. that's his girl, the one that he's always kept his eyes on when both her comment and expression bring nothing but pure pleasure, a complete happiness, and eternal bliss. this is an entirely different playing field, and a new game that he has devised since the moment of his arrival. falling into rhythm of what she wants isn't part of midori's plan, and with the female in his sights, no matter how excited he is, he keeps a positive outlook. ]
Oh... I didn't what?
[ he questions, his voice curious as he stands in place, closing the book in hand. ]
I'm sorry, I'm new here... [ as if that answers her accusation ] I'm trying to acquaint myself with both my neighbors and colleagues. We haven't met, so you would be...?
[ the way he looks at her, it's truly as if he doesn't know who he's speaking to. asunaro technology is brilliant, and he's always been a man of many faces. one that can shape itself into looking at a person that he's admired for so long into something of unfamiliarity is far too easy. ]
[Lucifer who is very much responsible for this whole scene thought he sensed someone poking at his magic. Behold: some guy!]
They'll wake up in about ten days from now.
[Thank the Demon King for that. Lucifer's exhausted maintaining this spell, clutching a can of coffee in his hand and taking a slow sip of it though the temptation to gun it is overwhelming.]
They're frozen in time like this. They have no awareness of what's going on around them, but I can assure you that they're alive.
With her hands behind her back, her interest is immediately piqued as she trots up to it, sizing it up and idly waving her hand above the shoulders. Nothing there? Nothing there!
And so, she goes right ahead to give the body a little poke in the arm. ]
[The pool seems to be generally a safe place away from most of of the others, especially on a day like this and while she doesn't frequent it due to being very intune with technology--spoilers: water and technology don't mix--it's actually the perfect place for someone like her to hide.
Nobody would expect it!
But then there's...
...that...
Um.
Carefully take slow steps to where it's bubbling...]
[ do you know what's painfully, painfully annoying--
it's having that moment of reprieve. thinking that hey, moon room #4 with all of its extra pillows and bedsheets and everything might finally be a comfortable spot. now that that guy had left, and dito's had the place to himself... he's been quite happy about it. a little too happy, in fact.
tot he point that he's done quite a bit of renovating. some of it clearly in defiance of the other guy, who never liked it to get too messy -- most of it just because he wants to. because he's alone and he can do whatever the fuck he wants. he's finally got the autonomy to smear blood on the walls and the floors freely, and that's certainly waht he's doing. he wants his environment to be so gross and sickening, and he's actively fucking up his own room.
it's a disgusting mess. bloodstained pillows and beds, blood smeared across the walls with his own hands, the carpets spattered with bloodstains that would be hellish to try and remove at this point... dito just keeps adding to it, and he's definitely cut up the bed that used to belong to the previous owner. so there's bloody, white feathers everywehre as well.
weapons scattered here and there, many of which he's collected. it's truly a mess, but dito thinks nothing of it.
in fact, he's about to go relax in his own bed, tossing his own polearm aside and stretching with a sigh before hopping into it. he thinks he's going to sleep well -- as he has been, given he's enjoying this space on his own and there's been plenty of entertaining murders as of late keeping him preoccupied. and he doesn't have some dumb bitch telling him to wash the blood off his face. which he certainly has right now as well, but he doesn't care. he's about to sleep so well tonight, he thinks.
at least, until he absently hears the door click open.
brows furrowing, he rolls over, scowling at whoever it is. he sort of feels his stomach turn at the idea that it might be someone he knows, but immediately raises a brow at it being someone unfamiliar.
[ There's the student jenga, and then there's the girl standing by it. Nanami must have been checking up on those inside of the room, as she seems to have decided to take a nap with the rest of them. She's standing at a slight angle, her head tilted down and chin pressing against her collarbone. There's no sound except for the occasional soft snore. There is, however, the occasional little twitch and hint of discomfort to her countenance - perhaps she's having an unpleasant dream?
The sound of a voice is almost enough to awaken her, and there is a brief moment when she starts to (and there's a mumbled "sleeping" as she does, but it's not quite enough and she resumes her dozing.
He could mistake her for Shin's roommate, but Midori is certainly perceptive enough to recognize the subtle differences that make this girl different - the way her hair is just a touch lighter, the jacket isn't quite the same, and she were to speak he would find her voice to be just a touch softer and sleepier. They're miniscule differences. It's like a mirror image where the lighting is just a bit off, all but impossible to see at a glance.
[ Those of ASUNARO have no love for each other, but even less for outsiders. It's easy to forget why sometimes, but in the end the reminders come. It comes in the form of a long day of being pulled in this direction and that, misunderstandings and hurt feelings, bonds which are so easily fractured.
But pain is just another form of stimuli, it's just a reminder of the dangers of the world. It only hurts once, and only for a brief moment in time, and so what lingers in his thoughts instead is fear. It's a nagging paranoia, a sickening feeling that had begun to quiet down over the days and weeks and months. It's like an hold injury flaring up. But at least the bed he's laying on, knees bent and a phone in hand, on is clean now. The room had been fucking disgusting, as ill-kept as Midori's company here, and of course Ranger had to clean up his mess.
His colleague takes too long to come back, and by time the tell-tale click of a lock and the creak of a door opening hit his ears he's. But ASUNARO protects themselves first, and they protect their own second. They have matters to discuss. So, he had knocked on the door and barged his way in without actually asking for permission. Now settled in, he gets to the point, ]
We had a meeting. Ahaha, you're as popular as ever, you know? I'm sure you wanna hear all about it too.
[ As per our last cast panic meeting...Sara did very bravely and stupidly announce she would watch Midori to make sure he didn't attempt to murder any more Joe Tazuna's...and now she has to follow through.
How is tea...part of that...she's not sure! But its non violent, and Sara is grasping for straws. She's not going to just stalk this guy in the halls and look like a total weirdo. If that means swallowing her pride and making some tea in her room and asking Midori very very very nicely if he'd like to share. Then that's what she'll do.
Augh. ]
Cream or sugar? [ It's barked like an order, even if she's the one serving. All she has to offer him are the several tiny splenda packets they have lying around the dorms. The coffee addiction of many They don't have any cream...but she can get him boring normal milk from the fridge if he really wants. ]
[ tea... with his beloved miss sara? alright, he'll take it. haha ranmaru, fuck off, he doesn't have a third party interrupting HIS date. huehue. ]
Both. Eight tablespoons of sugar, and seven tablespoons of whip cream. Five dashes of honey, and a slight drizzle of chocolate syrup if the tea is brown. Reverse if opposite!
[ for someone who wants him dead, especially after that spectacle in the hallway where she lied about her name, midori now inquires what he should do about that. given her name is on the class rosters... ]
For the tea party, shall I call you Miss Sara or Miss Namida?
[ it's because he's been onto her games for awhile now, but they should play "fair". he leans up, blinking slow with a smile as he crosses his legs. he fixes his scarf around his neck, the red fabric settled comfortably before he rests his hands into his lap. ]
[kaede knows she's not the only one who's lost people, especially not within the recent months, but hearing and confirming via a peek that two people she'd begun to grow closer to were... it felt like a blow, and it's simple enough to let water boil for some late-evening tea once things had been settled, once bodies had been moved and people were trying to pull their reeling nerves back.
it'd been a lot longer than a few days, at least. but she'd wanted to know more about him anyway, wanted to teach keigo so many different pieces too, and companionship feels like an open wound: it hurts, it stings, yet at the same time there's an itch right by it. she wants it, but at the same time...
anyway. she's a little zoned out, playing with some tea bags she'd found in a cabinet (she doesn't even know the kind, don't ask) as she rolls everything over in her mind, from the cases and information these past months and now this, too. how can everything be so normal and yet not...?]
boyut to becoime her big dick daddy dom at this rate
[ he's making his second rounds into the kitchen, checking that nothing else is amiss considering this is where one of the evidence was found. inside, he's met with a girl he's seen in passing, but never truly initiated with aside from a brief hi and hello in the classroom. she was friendly, a ray of sunshine, but she seems to have dimmed from the way he looks at her posture, and the fact that she's alone.
walking over, he's 6'0", so he opens the door of the cabinet, reaching for a contained filled with sugar as he brings it down to sit on the counter. ]
That brand is the best, lemon balm. [ the tea that she has in her hand, but he frowns a slight because he's seen this numerous times of his patients. ]
It's a wonderful herb for insomnia, nervous tension, stress and stomach upset due to worry and heartbreak... [ he pauses for a moment, then continues. ] it might be what's best for you at the moment, do you mind if I make you a cup?
[ Outside the door to Sun 2, Alice slips one hand into his pocket, fingers closing around the smooth shape of the rock there. He raises his other hand, knocking twice. Then he waits. If Komaeda is there, it's time for more stories for the rescued fish, as promised — and a surprise. If Ranger is with him... Well, perhaps the two of them would like to be alone, particularly these days, in which case Alice will postpone his visit!
He ought to speak with the others first anyway, before he confides in Komaeda as they once discussed. It's much more complicated now than it seemed back then, in part because Komaeda and Ranger are close, but Ranger clearly opposes any form of disposing of Midori. Breaking the truce, making more enemies... They can't afford that. For now, all they can do is stay on their guard, watching Midori, though it doesn't feel like enough.
Alice lowers his hand.
It's strange to be pleased, in a way, to have a location to visit like this. For one, the circumstances aren't pleasant at all, knowing why the room has new occupants now. He was accustomed to far less company in recent years, besides. ]
( particularly these days, he's noticed ranger has been spending time with someone knew that komaeda doesn't recall seeing. he's seen them once, through a portrait, he's seen shin stare at it too, and ranger has told him things about that person.
he wonders why that is, but because they come from the same facility then they would have to associate with each other. maybe it's because of what happened last month, there were things spoken, something sensitive. he's wanted to ask alice about it, since there was a meeting and all, but making it happen has been difficult.
the changes in living spaces and responsibilities are different now, and komaeda didn't prepare himself f—
he jumps at the knocks, his head turning to look towards the door. )
Ah... ( the door opens a smidgen, komaeda peeking out through the crack. ) Mary Anne?
[it's after classes when someone is knocking on the nurse's office door and coming on in. Helena carefully shuts the door behind her, and from the look on her face, she does need some assistance. pale, drawn, and more subdued than he'd recall her being before - and probably a condition he'd seen in ASUNARO's halls before, when someone's running on fumes from stress but hardly wants to slow down.
she's missed enough class, she had to catch back up, and now with graduation looming, she doesn't know what to do. since the forest, she can't sleep too easy - Subaru's presence helps, but it doesn't stop her waking - and over all her head throbs while her body protests every now and then. at least one of these things can be easily fixed, she knows.]
Excuse me...but do you have any medicine for headaches?
[one of the few times she wishes she was back in the manor - Dr. Dyer could set everything to right without too many questions.]
[ the kindness laced in his voice as he doesn't sound worried, only because there's no need to be when she's come to the nurse's office. it's supplied with everything a student will need to make it to the next day— antibiotics, antiseptics, and antifungal. with a wide list of medication, when a student makes their way here, midori has a habit of looking their face over, but there's happiness on his expression the female can't see, but can hear the smile in his voice. ]
I would say it's a pleasure to see you, Miss Helena, but this would be the last place I'd like for us to cross paths.
[ she's capable of being a model student, and with the classes shoved together, he's able to see that. after what had happened last month, the foundation that she had built began to crumble, and barbed wire has begun tow rap around her throat to cause her verbal responses to become raw, filled with emotion, but they trap her. maple has told him more than enough.
closing the cabinet, she can hear the brief sound of pills within a bottle being shuffled back as it might have one or two sitting by the edge that are pushed back. the smell of a strong disinfectant will waft under her nose, a strong alcohol that's left open just a few steps away from her that he makes his way over to clean up, and the twist of a top settles back onto it. ]
How long has your issue been going on?
[ doctor's have to ask before prescribing a cure. ]
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• SPOILERS!: closed, ranger — 02/14, 2nd floor, classroom 3-D
01) i want to have my freedom stolen by unpredicted love.
• open — 02/14, pool
02) oh, i knew with one look.
• open — 02/14, dormitory, common's room
03) i'll give you cold words and a warm kiss.
• open — 02/15, dormitory, study hall
04) this is love, this is love
• wildcard, ota — 2/16 and so on
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He is a little curious about what could be so frightening about a trash can, however. Perhaps there was another murder and he'd find some body part or another had been stuffed into it for fun. That strikes him as likely enough, and so he's not disappointed when he leans over it to see a severed head inside, the lower half of his face hidden by a card with a cheerful grin drawn on it. He looks a little different than Midori might remember - a little livelier, a little more human, but no less difficult to read - but there's no mistaking ASUNARO's masterpiece any more than there is ASUNARO's very own Sou Hiyori.
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What bad luck. But he holds his free hand up and his personality snaps right back into place. ]
Heya bastard! Whatchya doing in there?
[ He'll pull him out in a minute. Maybe. Or maybe he'll just dump some trash on him. Ranger is weighing his options here. ]
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as one lays on their death bed, it is pretty raw and bloody when fed emotions that he's never had before.
he knows rio ranger rather well, the uncute floor master just a few levels beneath him. both in control, and in passion, so to see something more human about him is interesting. he was never exposed to this version of him. ]
Oh, hello!!
[ because he's never met rio laizer with these emotions, he sees nothing wrong with playing around now and then. the only problem? they're floor masters, they're cut from the same cloth, wires and coding dressed with the same asunaro technology, and an unspoken agreement that they have a way of doing their jobs, even though they're very far from asunaro.
the company wouldn't have them in such a shoddy environment, no matter how many times midori gets under the skin of his coworkers. ]
Have we met?
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[NOT HERE]
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i hope i'm not jinxing anything with this, i don't want to feel shame about this tag later
NOT SHAME STOPPPP tell him an interesting participant and he will back off!!
STOP NONE OF THEM ARE INTERESTING, SARA'S BORING NOW
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Letting out a shaking breath, Joe lowers himself to his knees. He hesitates for a moment before he reaches in and tries to grasp whatever is bubbling.
How much is going to regret this? ]
rocking your world as we speak
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he might regret this a lot, or he may save a life.
does he pull up? ]
not the party rocking!!!
in the pool tonight!!!
no you were suspposed to say "it's party rock is" and we were gonna kiss!!
I WANT A RETRY!! let me try again start over, its happy bday all over again
Okay I'll start- Happy birthday~
AND WELCOME TO THE JAM
YOU KNOW THE RULES AND SO DO I
Well Nobody's getting a kiss now
we can still kiss wait! My first kiss went a little like this...!
they say first kisses taste like lemon...!!! how bittersweet!!!
Uuuuh... googles songs about kissing
Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you, but I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phon
kiss me out by the bearded barely nightly among the green green grass
peace stole my song choice smh!!!!
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04, 02/16.
that needs to stay with her, always, as closely as her notebook with information about the murders and Yogen as a whole. if she lost her record of all her ideas...oh, it had already survived so much, from being thrown in the snow to be forgotten and all her struggles. hurriedly walking, she makes her way back to the classroom, hoping no one sees or notices her haste. if this door isn't locked, she should be able to slip in and out, none the wiser.
trying the handle, it isn't, and she slides it open. phew.]
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midori is different however, his desires tempered, and he realizes that something sweet will keep his attention better than other substances. sweets that stick to his tongue, a strong taste that remains even so after he indulges is always nice. the reminder tells him he wants more, and more he will get, and the most he will take to be satisfied.
not that he'll just take the female, he's unable to do that unless he learns about her. he sits down at the table, his arms crossed along the surface until curious fingers reach out to brush against the braille on the book, he can read it with ease to confirm who it belongs to. it takes a few lucky flips, he thinks he wants to try number eight today since it's as close to how infinite number zero can be.
his fingers brush against the page, slow and steady to ingest both her thoughts and feelings, what pain and sadness he can learn from the book is first, but also he can gauge her happiness as well — most poems and thoughts of romance come from the heart, short-lived verses wavered, and other pieces that if she continued, then they would show promise, but for now... they're broken strings of thought that he doesn't give much attention to. ]
Miss Helena, you seem to be in such a rush...
[ there's concern laced in his voice, a calm and gentle tone he keeps when associating with someone he's unfamiliar with. conversations come easy when he's able to inquire about someone's wellbeing, but he waits, book in hand as he waits for her response. ]
Have you forgotten something?
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02 - i was so tempted by student jenga but here we are
Ummm... Do you want a towel?
[ What should she do if he can't hear her? That might be a problem, but it's fine to deal with such things as they come along. Either way, he's soaking wet. ]
NOT STUDENT JENGA im crying
what he notes is that individuals lacking limbs isn't uncommon to her, or that may be the norm within this place that the body doesn't know what it is. there's a fireplace, various tables, and if only he had the right attire, then maybe the person before him could recognize him from the picture above.
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while he could sign, in lieu of doing so, his body rocks forward, then back to imitate a nodding head, a very animated response. the roar of the fire only helps so much, and while it shouldn't matter since he's replaced himself to avoid sickness and decay, it would do no good to accept sitting in wet attire. ]
STOP she could've slept by the stasis students he would've been so cute
NOOO HE WOULD HAVE BEEN CUTE W HER UR RIGHT
STOP MAYBE I'LL JUST TAG THAT ONE TOO
IM CRYING OUR BONUS AC
OUR BONUS AC!! gonna get me a gga
YES OUR BONUS AC!!!! im crying looks up... we make BIg moves
WE DO... we're powerful nms, soon we'll be unstoppable
GOD not unstoppable I'm so excited soon we go shopping what to regain next
i can't wait for yogen to be renamed yttdr2
NOT YTTDR2 ITS LITERALLY WHATS GOING ON HERE
BRO WE GOT THE OPERATING TABLE IN THE WORKSHOP NOW
SIGHS WHEN I MAKE DITO HIS DOG DOLL BODY
YOU GOTTA HURRY UP AND GET ON THAT it's so cute for him
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lets GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 03 but kinda wildcardy idk this mans in the dorms
[ For all the half joked worries between her and Sou...the emotion in Sara's heart when she opens her dormitory door isn't surprise. That unforgettable cadence, like ice in her veins. It's here, like the other shoe dropping. There's a smug bent to her fear, maybe she should have spared his life, if all the dead of that killing game kept amassing here. Maybe she could have had Gin by her side in this school, instead of the blood soaked steps of a once nemesis.
But this means he really died. That's a half tugged smirk contrasted against the fear in her eyes. It doesn't matter if he was right about her, if she failed...at everything else. She never wanted to see him again, but if he's trapped with everyone else, then that's her doing. She dragged him down with her. ]
You didn't.
[ Nice to see you again, Sou Hiyori. ]
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IM SO EXCITED
the banquet is not a kind trial.
keiji was always by her, much like that joe character, but that one was easily removed; and not seeing the other makes things even more fun. having her alone is enough to make him smile, one familiar of a person that knows everything, but it's normal for midori to keep up such an expression. that's his girl, the one that he's always kept his eyes on when both her comment and expression bring nothing but pure pleasure, a complete happiness, and eternal bliss. this is an entirely different playing field, and a new game that he has devised since the moment of his arrival. falling into rhythm of what she wants isn't part of midori's plan, and with the female in his sights, no matter how excited he is, he keeps a positive outlook. ]
Oh... I didn't what?
[ he questions, his voice curious as he stands in place, closing the book in hand. ]
I'm sorry, I'm new here... [ as if that answers her accusation ] I'm trying to acquaint myself with both my neighbors and colleagues. We haven't met, so you would be...?
[ the way he looks at her, it's truly as if he doesn't know who he's speaking to. asunaro technology is brilliant, and he's always been a man of many faces. one that can shape itself into looking at a person that he's admired for so long into something of unfamiliarity is far too easy. ]
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03, unfortunately,
They'll wake up in about ten days from now.
[Thank the Demon King for that. Lucifer's exhausted maintaining this spell, clutching a can of coffee in his hand and taking a slow sip of it though the temptation to gun it is overwhelming.]
They're frozen in time like this. They have no awareness of what's going on around them, but I can assure you that they're alive.
cannot believe they meet on these terms
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With her hands behind her back, her interest is immediately piqued as she trots up to it, sizing it up and idly waving her hand above the shoulders. Nothing there? Nothing there!
And so, she goes right ahead to give the body a little poke in the arm. ]
Hello hello? Where'd your head go?
[ Look at her, talking to a corpse. How silly! ]
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Nobody would expect it!
But then there's...
...that...
Um.
Carefully take slow steps to where it's bubbling...]
Hello?
[It's probably fine, right?]
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04 ok ok ok ok
it's having that moment of reprieve. thinking that hey, moon room #4 with all of its extra pillows and bedsheets and everything might finally be a comfortable spot. now that that guy had left, and dito's had the place to himself... he's been quite happy about it. a little too happy, in fact.
tot he point that he's done quite a bit of renovating. some of it clearly in defiance of the other guy, who never liked it to get too messy -- most of it just because he wants to. because he's alone and he can do whatever the fuck he wants. he's finally got the autonomy to smear blood on the walls and the floors freely, and that's certainly waht he's doing. he wants his environment to be so gross and sickening, and he's actively fucking up his own room.
it's a disgusting mess. bloodstained pillows and beds, blood smeared across the walls with his own hands, the carpets spattered with bloodstains that would be hellish to try and remove at this point... dito just keeps adding to it, and he's definitely cut up the bed that used to belong to the previous owner. so there's bloody, white feathers everywehre as well.
weapons scattered here and there, many of which he's collected. it's truly a mess, but dito thinks nothing of it.
in fact, he's about to go relax in his own bed, tossing his own polearm aside and stretching with a sigh before hopping into it. he thinks he's going to sleep well -- as he has been, given he's enjoying this space on his own and there's been plenty of entertaining murders as of late keeping him preoccupied. and he doesn't have some dumb bitch telling him to wash the blood off his face. which he certainly has right now as well, but he doesn't care. he's about to sleep so well tonight, he thinks.
at least, until he absently hears the door click open.
brows furrowing, he rolls over, scowling at whoever it is. he sort of feels his stomach turn at the idea that it might be someone he knows, but immediately raises a brow at it being someone unfamiliar.
thank hell.
his nose wrinkles. ]
The hell are you?
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03 - okay it's naptime now
The sound of a voice is almost enough to awaken her, and there is a brief moment when she starts to (and there's a mumbled "sleeping" as she does, but it's not quite enough and she resumes her dozing.
He could mistake her for Shin's roommate, but Midori is certainly perceptive enough to recognize the subtle differences that make this girl different - the way her hair is just a touch lighter, the jacket isn't quite the same, and she were to speak he would find her voice to be just a touch softer and sleepier. They're miniscule differences. It's like a mirror image where the lighting is just a bit off, all but impossible to see at a glance.
Zzz... ]
I'm so sorry for this
i have so many complicated feelings about this i'm crying
how this one took me awhile bc i am crying
ME i'm crying... when will he find someone his own age to be weird at
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wildcard - let me know if this works
But pain is just another form of stimuli, it's just a reminder of the dangers of the world. It only hurts once, and only for a brief moment in time, and so what lingers in his thoughts instead is fear. It's a nagging paranoia, a sickening feeling that had begun to quiet down over the days and weeks and months. It's like an hold injury flaring up. But at least the bed he's laying on, knees bent and a phone in hand, on is clean now. The room had been fucking disgusting, as ill-kept as Midori's company here, and of course Ranger had to clean up his mess.
His colleague takes too long to come back, and by time the tell-tale click of a lock and the creak of a door opening hit his ears he's. But ASUNARO protects themselves first, and they protect their own second. They have matters to discuss. So, he had knocked on the door and barged his way in without actually asking for permission. Now settled in, he gets to the point, ]
We had a meeting. Ahaha, you're as popular as ever, you know? I'm sure you wanna hear all about it too.
[ He doesn't really feel like talking about it. ]
THINKIN HOW IM SADDDD sighs
ME I'M SO SAD RIGHT NOW why did things turn out this way
because humans like to go against AIs its just iROBOT ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!
I KNOW, WHERE'S KEEBO!! WE NEED HIM TO DEAL W/ THIS ROBOPHOBIA WE GOT GOING ON
when we fail a calibration and they call us a bot (derogatory)
if we get he poison knob somebody's gonna try and put a catcha on it
STOPP we need it to have poison that'll put down 1000 ditos
maybe your hand gets stuck and it injects 1000 doses of poison that would be funny
the poison that makes you erect forever and it's painful
that's just midori's life
midoris life needs to be changed
he just needs to find a fwb that can murder him later again
god STOPPP NOT FWB he doesnt need one of those look at these ppl theyre sick
STOOPPP MAYBE IF HE GOT LAID HE WOULDN'T BE SUCH A FREAK
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2/27 - tea time...!
How is tea...part of that...she's not sure! But its non violent, and Sara is grasping for straws. She's not going to just stalk this guy in the halls and look like a total weirdo. If that means swallowing her pride and making some tea in her room and asking Midori very very very nicely if he'd like to share. Then that's what she'll do.
Augh. ]
Cream or sugar? [ It's barked like an order, even if she's the one serving. All she has to offer him are the several tiny splenda packets they have lying around the dorms. The coffee addiction of many They don't have any cream...but she can get him boring normal milk from the fridge if he really wants. ]
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Both. Eight tablespoons of sugar, and seven tablespoons of whip cream. Five dashes of honey, and a slight drizzle of chocolate syrup if the tea is brown. Reverse if opposite!
[ for someone who wants him dead, especially after that spectacle in the hallway where she lied about her name, midori now inquires what he should do about that. given her name is on the class rosters... ]
For the tea party, shall I call you Miss Sara or Miss Namida?
[ it's because he's been onto her games for awhile now, but they should play "fair". he leans up, blinking slow with a smile as he crosses his legs. he fixes his scarf around his neck, the red fabric settled comfortably before he rests his hands into his lap. ]
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damnb whats that sound
i always feel like... somebodys watching MEEEE and i have no PRIVACYYY
truly the transformation has been completed
stalker senses...go!
thinking about him up there like a lil cockroach... runs in the greenmily
We Don't Talk About Sou Hiyori
puts down elden ring 4 this
I HAVE BEEN CRACKING UP OVER THIS THREAD
SAME
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2/29 tearing up
it'd been a lot longer than a few days, at least. but she'd wanted to know more about him anyway, wanted to teach keigo so many different pieces too, and companionship feels like an open wound: it hurts, it stings, yet at the same time there's an itch right by it. she wants it, but at the same time...
anyway. she's a little zoned out, playing with some tea bags she'd found in a cabinet (she doesn't even know the kind, don't ask) as she rolls everything over in her mind, from the cases and information these past months and now this, too. how can everything be so normal and yet not...?]
boyut to becoime her big dick daddy dom at this rate
walking over, he's 6'0", so he opens the door of the cabinet, reaching for a contained filled with sugar as he brings it down to sit on the counter. ]
That brand is the best, lemon balm. [ the tea that she has in her hand, but he frowns a slight because he's seen this numerous times of his patients. ]
It's a wonderful herb for insomnia, nervous tension, stress and stomach upset due to worry and heartbreak... [ he pauses for a moment, then continues. ] it might be what's best for you at the moment, do you mind if I make you a cup?
NOT HER BIG DICK DADDY DOM DETATCH THAT THING RIGHT NOW
NOT DETACH IT LISTEN THIS VIBRATOR STAYS WHERE IT IS
OK THEN KEEP IT AWAY FROM HER SHES A WOMAN'S WOMAN NOW
WHAT WOMAN? NOT HIS WOMAN!!! NOT HIS SARA CHIDOUIN
SARA IS HER BESTIE AND HER BREASTIE DO U COPY
NO FORGET BREAST!
? SHES CANT SHES LESBIAN FR NOW
COMING IN LATE AND ALL THE WOMEN HATE HIM!!!
SUCKS TO BE U
youll be sucking .
get on this clit bitch
hes kinda rough on ladies but he's not afraid of getting on top
u gotta be kind to queens midori!!!
When will the queens love him?
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whenever in march!
He ought to speak with the others first anyway, before he confides in Komaeda as they once discussed. It's much more complicated now than it seemed back then, in part because Komaeda and Ranger are close, but Ranger clearly opposes any form of disposing of Midori. Breaking the truce, making more enemies... They can't afford that. For now, all they can do is stay on their guard, watching Midori, though it doesn't feel like enough.
Alice lowers his hand.
It's strange to be pleased, in a way, to have a location to visit like this. For one, the circumstances aren't pleasant at all, knowing why the room has new occupants now. He was accustomed to far less company in recent years, besides. ]
C:
he wonders why that is, but because they come from the same facility then they would have to associate with each other. maybe it's because of what happened last month, there were things spoken, something sensitive. he's wanted to ask alice about it, since there was a meeting and all, but making it happen has been difficult.
the changes in living spaces and responsibilities are different now, and komaeda didn't prepare himself f—
he jumps at the knocks, his head turning to look towards the door. )
Ah... ( the door opens a smidgen, komaeda peeking out through the crack. ) Mary Anne?
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later march.
she's missed enough class, she had to catch back up, and now with graduation looming, she doesn't know what to do. since the forest, she can't sleep too easy - Subaru's presence helps, but it doesn't stop her waking - and over all her head throbs while her body protests every now and then. at least one of these things can be easily fixed, she knows.]
Excuse me...but do you have any medicine for headaches?
[one of the few times she wishes she was back in the manor - Dr. Dyer could set everything to right without too many questions.]
HAPPY
[ the kindness laced in his voice as he doesn't sound worried, only because there's no need to be when she's come to the nurse's office. it's supplied with everything a student will need to make it to the next day— antibiotics, antiseptics, and antifungal. with a wide list of medication, when a student makes their way here, midori has a habit of looking their face over, but there's happiness on his expression the female can't see, but can hear the smile in his voice. ]
I would say it's a pleasure to see you, Miss Helena, but this would be the last place I'd like for us to cross paths.
[ she's capable of being a model student, and with the classes shoved together, he's able to see that. after what had happened last month, the foundation that she had built began to crumble, and barbed wire has begun tow rap around her throat to cause her verbal responses to become raw, filled with emotion, but they trap her. maple has told him more than enough.
closing the cabinet, she can hear the brief sound of pills within a bottle being shuffled back as it might have one or two sitting by the edge that are pushed back. the smell of a strong disinfectant will waft under her nose, a strong alcohol that's left open just a few steps away from her that he makes his way over to clean up, and the twist of a top settles back onto it. ]
How long has your issue been going on?
[ doctor's have to ask before prescribing a cure. ]
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