spoiler for love: “break-up”-ish, spoiler for life: “death”-ish.

[antitoxin]

Who: Midori & victims
What: Despairzone 2022
When: Valentine's day onwards
Where: Yogen high school (maybe?)
Warnings: TBE

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[antitoxin]

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! ]

00

[rearranger]

[ 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.

...

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. ]

[antitoxin]

[ 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. ]

Have we met?

[rearranger]

[ The Floormasters have their own way of acting, and they have their own way of interacting with each other. There was always a knife dripping with poison pointed at your back, and yet they had their own sort of care for each other. It's not a love that anyone outside of that kind of place could understand, not when they were so quick to harm and sacrifice, and that's because it was one that could only grow and thrive in that place.

That's why there's no real malice when he kicks the trash can. It's not a hard kick, but enough to rattle the contents, and if Midori is unlucky some of the contents will wind up on his face. ]

Don't play stupid with me, Hiyori, or I'll bury your head out back.

[ He says that, but he wouldn't, and even now Ranger blows out an exasperated sigh before he reaches down into the trash can to take his head out. That draws an even more startled reaction from those left in the room, but nevermind that. He's already walking out of the room with said head in tow.

If one of Floormasters had to arrive here, then certainly Hiyori would be the worst of them all for every single one of the participants. If one of his coworkers had to arrive here, then for Ranger, Midori was the best possible option. They're too much alike, and they're too far apart, and there's nothing complicated at all about their relationship.

... He should call him Midori now, shouldn't he? Ranger thinks that, then makes the immediate decision that he's not doing it when it's just them. ]

...yeah fuck it 2

[gatetohell]

[ 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.

How much is going to regret this? ]

rocking your world as we speak

[antitoxin]

[ 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.

...

he might regret this a lot, or he may save a life.

does he pull up? ]

not the party rocking!!!

[gatetohell]

[ The amount of self control it takes not to scream is. A lot. But Joe manages it because he doesn't want to draw a lot of attention. Even if it's scary it might actually be someone who needs help.

He grasps onto the hand that lightly scratches before dipping his other hand in to grab to... what he hopes is an arm.

Joe takes in another breath before he pulls. ]

04, 02/16.

[decrypter]

[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.]

[antitoxin]

[ 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. ]

Have you forgotten something?

02 - i was so tempted by student jenga but here we are

[protect]

[ 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. ]

NOT STUDENT JENGA im crying

[antitoxin]

[ 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.

...

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. ]

lets GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 03 but kinda wildcardy idk this mans in the dorms

[samuraiwomen]

...

[ 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

[antitoxin]

[ 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. ]

03, unfortunately,

[carpevinum]

[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.

cannot believe they meet on these terms

[antitoxin]

Excellent! Due to my profession, I thought I would have to check every single one.

[ midori turns his head, looking towards the voice that speaks to him. he doesn't know him, he's unfamiliar, but he seems to have information that would work in his favor. with a small smile, he places the hand back against the jenga tower. ]

What of this one...

[ his hand gestures to the one body that has a pained expression, something akin to a panic attack. ]

When you say frozen in time, are they in a never-ending cycle of agony and distress?

[ just a simple question, but his smile does seem to falter as he asks it. he's got to play the perfect person who is concerned for the well-being of others, and he is certainly concerned. ]

2

[dokkans]

[ --Is that a headless body?

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! ]

[antitoxin]

[ sure is a headless body.

it sits completely still, unwavering, but as she inspects it, she'll find that it's wearing the familiar school uniform. drenched from shoulder to toe, there's nothing invisible where the head should be, and the neck, if she peers down will see complete darkness. it's hard to tell whether it's a smooth surface, or if there's a neverending darkness that she can stick his hand into. she'll have to check if she's curious.

...

poking the arm, she'll find that the body is soft like any other human body would be.

it doesn't recognize the voice so he doesn't move yet, but that doesn't mean he's not waiting for her to do something of interest to draw his attention. ]

1

[dereban]

[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...]

Hello?

[It's probably fine, right?]

[antitoxin]

[ the human body would have died by now after being submerged this long, but for as long as the bubbles have been going on, if someone timed... maybe over thirty minutes — longer than the bajau, sea nomads that are able to hold their own breath for 13 minutes at depths of around 200 feet. the pressure within the pool is like being under the sea, so it remains inactive until there's a voice, one that it doesn't register, but there's interest.

the bubble stop popping at the surface, perhaps whatever under the water had drowned, but not buoyant enough to come up until...

...

plop!

there's a hand floating in the water. ]

04 ok ok ok ok

[necrophily]

[ 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.

thank hell.

his nose wrinkles. ]

The hell are you?

[antitoxin]

[ this room fucking stinks.

it's disgusting, absolutely appalling, and what would be his luck to be roomed with someone defiling everything that's purely sacred of their living quarters. absolute filth, a sickness that's found its way into his life that he should clearly get rid of. the smell doesn't bother him, though, it's the sight because it's done without taste, it's like a madman has ran their hands over everything, smearing blood behind because they could, and ripped up anything out of their own anger. what broken person could clearly do all of this, and live in such a destructive manner that midori has to take care of now?

his eyes close, a hand raising to wave at the brunette that's laying on his bed, covered in blood that's nothing but a mess — he must reek too, and it would be fine if he could find charm in this. sadly, his rich upbringing has taught him better, tempered him, and so he has a sophisticated air about him which is a telltale sign that it won't work out living with no manners. ]

Hello!! I'm your new roommate, I hope you're as excited as meeee!

[ his eyes open, jade, disconcerting eyes rest onto the other; and the empty center stares, and only stares without blinking. ]

A pleasure to meet you, Dito. ♡

[ having names at the ready will save him time and trouble as he looks around the room, left and right to see how much has been tampered with. the walls, the floors, and he couldn't even leave the ceiling alone has been marked. he's dealing with the ill, he'll note him as the mentally unstable, and lack of better terms, insufferable. ]

I'll get you a cloth, or two [ three, four, fix, and or maybe six ] so you can clean your face, it's hard looking at you.

[ maybe that's a compliment in the ditoverse. ]

03 - okay it's naptime now

[protect]

[ 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.

Zzz... ]

I'm so sorry for this

[antitoxin]

[ with his head back together with his body, and from the past few days, he's able to put things together. due to her sleeping, the voice is different, but he's able to note the minor differences, it's such small things about a person one can learn. what they notice first, their way of dress, and even the air about them — the same thing remains true from the first time they "met".

that being an autumn air about her. ]

Oh dear, oh my...

[ he outs his concern, because he loves his job, and he loves the common people that he can help. she's different from the piles of bodies laying among the jenga pile, where she isn't stacked together. relinquishing his hold on one student, and his hand reaches for her own, he places his thumb over the inside of her wrist to check.

is she a human body, or an ai body, how does this body of nanami's work since it's personal preference. ]

Sleeping here is no good, it can ruin your posture... [ a few more steps close, and with a gentle hand, he settles it on nanami's upper shoulder. ] Let's find you a place to rest.

[ would be his room, behind closed doors, but maybe he asked/can ask ranger to clean the blood or something. if midori can't think, midori can't be useful, which makes him petty and annoying on ranger's lovelife or something. ]

wildcard - let me know if this works

[rearranger]

[ 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.

[ He doesn't really feel like talking about it. ]

THINKIN HOW IM SADDDD sighs

[antitoxin]

Ranger.

[ he acknowledges him with ease as the other walks in, and he'll find him sitting at the now clean desk of the room. what's noticeable is the cup of coffee that's covered in powder on top, and a spoon in hand to show the other has came in during one of midori's... moments. he's managed to avoid missing how many packets he's dumped inside, but with the utensil in, he begins to turn it slowly.

with an inhale, he enjoys the smell the other had picked out, and he wonders if that's why he's here now. it can heighten sense, relax the body, but the reason doesn't surprise him. ]

No one really knows me outside of the participants and you, I'm sure they had a lot to talk about.

[ obvious of them, considering how they are, they're the type to come together to talk out their problems. that's thanks to the both the games, and the discussion rounds they were forced to partake in. now does it surprise him that ranger was also part of that meeting? no, because after so long, you attach to those that you know, or what's left of your daily life.

another turn of the spoon. ]

But I'm sure people are aware of me now, aren't they? What are the delicious details! Don't leave a thing out.

[ he's going to talk about it, but sizing him up, he gives a curious hum before getting up from his seat. he shifts to leaning against the desk next to him, so ranger should get the idea he can borrow the chair. ]