[physical education 101]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: transfer students
When: July 1̷̝̤̳̙̫̭̻̝͓̄̇̾̀̕͝9̸̙̱̹͍̮̈́́̀̅͛̐̔̋ 20
Where: the. . . gymnasium?
What: an ice breaker
Warnings: moderate physical injury (not debilitating), psychological horror (absolutely debilitating)

[The school is empty. The school is quiet. The only sound that cuts through the silence is the soft ticking of the hallway clocks that mark the passing of each second.]

[. . .]

[At least. . . until a stiff breeze whips through the classrooms, scattering dirty papers and jerking the curtains aside. The clock strikes 6:00 a.m.]

[The school bell chimes.]

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Comments

[laevateinns]

[ ha! he smiles, amused. ]

Not anymore.

[ is his answer. okay, trying to be mysterious, ]

[selfportraiture]

[.......... ya ok.]

Huh. Shame. I thought that might be useful.

[laevateinns]

[ HMM. ]

I still have the skills that made me one. [ is he,,, trying to get complimented.

probably. ]

[selfportraiture]

[...

He's......... kind of lame, she thinks.]

Then why'd you--never mind, it doesn't matter.

Then I guess we'll be counting on you for your observations and things. Detectives are supposed to be good at noticing stuff and putting clues together, right?

[laevateinns]

[ he’s… really lame.

he just can’t seem to help himself- habits die hard. he even seems to fluff up a little at that, as disinterested and tired as he’s seemed so far. ]

I suppose I’ll do what I can. It’s true, that’s what they’re supposed to be good at… though usually, ghosts are discounted.

[selfportraiture]

Yeah, I guess the usual rules don't apply when it comes to the supernatural.

[A beat, and she sighs, crossing her arms with a frown.]

... Okay, tell me what I should be looking for anyway. Normally, if it wasn't ghosts. Higher level's fine. I just don't want to sit here and be useless while we're stuck in a haunted school.

[laevateinns]

[ akechi sighs- though not at her. more at the situation, because- ]

Usually the first thing you’d do is secure the scene, which is impossible for a million reasons. Next you’d separate and talk to the witnesses, which… also impossible. We can talk to everyone, but they’ve all been talking to each other already too. It’s not the end of the world, but their testimony may be biased now based on what they’ve heard from others.

[selfportraiture]

[...]

Ah. Huh. Yeah. That's pretty much useless here to try. Besides, that's assuming one of us brought everyone here, right?

[laevateinns]

[ he chuckles. ]

Exactly. …Though, it’s not a total wash. Getting information from everyone is the main goal, if you’re interested. What you do with the information is a bit more difficult, but…

[selfportraiture]

May as well, right? Anything that'll get us out of here faster.

[She shrugs, frowning tightly, one hand coming to rest over a slightly bloody sleeve from the various cuts from all of that string.]

If I learn anything useful, I'll let you know. You can probably do something with all of the info, right?

[laevateinns]

[ he nods, looking relieved at the thought of getting out of here. of it being over, finally. ]

On that, we're in agreement.

[ as she speaks, though, he eyes to blood with a frown. remembers the girl who'd helped him bandage his own arms. ]

Yes. I'll try and organize it. [ he says, almost absent-mindedly. then- ] Are you alright?

[selfportraiture]

No. Is anyone here okay?

[Well. That was blunt.

She just sighs, shaking her head.]

But I'll be okay, and my homeroom's better off than most, it looks like. Thanks for asking, but you don't have to worry about it.

[laevateinns]

If you're sure. [ he's not going to press if she says so, but- ] Just keep in mind there's no point in being a martyr. I'm sure we'll need everyone at their best to figure this shit out.

[selfportraiture]

Yeah, that's not me, don't worry.

[A huff, but amused.]

People who martyr themselves for no reason piss me off.

[laevateinns]

[ a relief to hear it!! though he laughs, amused. ]

Is that right? But if they have a good reason…?

[selfportraiture]

... I don't know. Guess it depends. I'm not sure I've come across a good reason yet.

[laevateinns]

Hmm. Me neither. [ it's sort of a lie- akechi himself had sacrificed himself to allow people to live and fulfill a promise, but...

that was different. he's no martyr. ]

I'm glad we agree.

[selfportraiture]

Yeah. It's kind of a relief, honestly.

[Soooo many people ready to throw themselves on the grenade.]

--Oh, right. Before I go. What are you going by here?

[laevateinns]

Naoto. [ he answers, more used to giving it as a name now already.

pleasantries come back to him easily. instinctually. ]

And yourself?

[selfportraiture]

[Oh. That's such a nice, normal name.]

Botan. For now, anyway.

[A nod to him.]

Alright, I'm off then. I want to look around for myself while I have the chance.

[laevateinns]

Botan. [ he nods, trying to remember all these new names. ] Understandable. I should do the same.

[ he gives a small wave and heads off into parts unknown himself. ]