[goal reached!!]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: the student body
When: the afternoon of October 5
Where: the gymnasium, and elsewhere
What: the end of the fundraiser
Warnings: nothing you don't bring yourself!

[boy, has it been a busy week and some change! the fundraising activities seems to have excited more than just the mortal student body. if you've been paying attention to the table adorned with spider lilies throughout the event, you would have noticed that some of the school haunts have been dropping pieces of ghostly yen into the jars scattered on top of it. each jar is now overflowing with glowing golden coins. they're intangible, unfortunately-- no one is going to strike it rich while stuck in this school-- but! they're pretty to look at!]

[and eventually, on October 5, the voice that started the whole affair speaks to you again]

Ah, quite wonderful! This has been such a rousing success. Thank you, my dear students, for working so hard to enrich your educational lives within these hallowed walls!

And a special congratulations to the members of the Outdoors Club, the Occult Investigations Club and the Food Tasting Club. Your efforts specifically have born fruit.

Comments

[velluminous]

[ miss ma'am is looking a mite too pleased with herself. she bends down, picks up an errant spider lily, and twirls it between her fingers. ]

We will be finding more about you soon.

[suplexer]

[ Peering at the spider lily. It's not the first time they've shown up, is it? ]

What makes you so sure...?

[ She's out and about again after a long absence, and fully recovered, save for discolored scarring on her left arm. ]

[velluminous]

[ out, about, and only partially maimed! Severine looks up at her voice, then instinctively reaches for that discoloured arm. ]

Because now I am looking. Lapochka. You're up.

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[suplexer]

[ A gasp, followed by a hiss of pain— ]

[suplexer]

[ She staggers back out of instinct, equally surprised at her own reaction. She knows that this arm is overly sensitive now, but it's the first time someone's grabbed for it. ]

Sorry! [ Why is she apologizing. A question for the ages. The fingers of her right hand twitch. She wants to grab for her left arm, as if that might soothe it, but she knows it would only make it worse. ] I...

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[velluminous]

[ snaps her hand back. a look of surprised hurt, briefly ]

[velluminous]

What just happened? You flinch, as if in pain—

[ because she is in pain! but to Severine's eyes, she sees only terrific scarring: something which should be less sensitive to touch. doesn't reach for her again, but it's clear by the intensity of her gaze that she expects an explanation. what gives, girl! ]

[suplexer]

Yeah, it's...

[ Tifa thinks back, but Ms. Fairplay hadn't been one of the people who rushed into the kitchen after it opened up, or who visited the Kenkou dorms after. So she might not know all the details. ]

My arm was badly frostbitten when Kenkou had an encounter with a ghost in the kitchen, back when it first was unlocked. [ She glances down at her arm, staring at it with some level of ire. Like she wishes she could just will it to be back to how it was. ] It's mainly healed now, but it's really sensitive...

[velluminous]

[ that makes no sense! she should be more numbed, the damaged nerves... but this place, she would not put it past these spirits to play an awful trick like that. she reaches out again, but does not touch. ]

My own does not heal this way. Oh, lapochka... you unfortunate thing.

[suplexer]

[ It's true that Tifa had also been expecting numbness rather than all this. Maybe some nerve pain that would make her arm feel like it had pins and needles all the time. But no.

Not quite sure what to do with the pity, Tifa shakes her head. Very gently, she settles her arm against her chest. ] I'll figure something out. I'm not gonna let it stop me from doing what I normally do, y'know?

[velluminous]

[ but Severine is a fixer; she sees a problem and she wants to unravel it to its ultimate solution.

sets her thumb between her teeth, rather than touching. look at how gingerly she moves. it must be terribly keen to every sensation. she cannot risk hurting her, who has only ever shown her unusual kindness. ]

Perhaps glove...?

[suplexer]

Yeah, for everyday stuff that might be good. I wear reinforced gloves for when I fight, but I wonder if I might have to make some changes to the style...

[ It's not like she's some sort of expert with this, though she can sense Ms. Fairplay's anxious concern. She takes a moment to look her over before adding: ]

Don't worry too much. [ And, with a confident nod of her head: ] This won't be enough to stop me.

[velluminous]

[ Sprezzatura inner mind theatre goes something like this:

she fights
reinforced gloves
a mercenary?
no, this woman is too soulful for such things.
why the gloves?
oh!
a monk. ]

You are very powerful-spirited young woman.

[suplexer]

[ She's... sort of correct?

Although that sudden statement makes Tifa blink a few times before she chuckles and shakes her head. Awkward, like she just doesn't ever know what to do with a compliment. ]

Thanks...? I try.

[velluminous]

Well, I do not say it lightly. Even I can see it in you.

[ she, a miserable woman with more anger than she knows what to do with ]

[suplexer]

[ Tifa frowns, looking Ms. Fairplay over for a moment before she asks: ] Even you...? What do you mean?

[velluminous]

I [ a half-second's hesitation ] do not often see best in people.