[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

[velluminous]

[ standard human-tiefling interaction, then.

breaks her gaze away with a rough sigh, rakes her hand through her hair and lingers the touch at her forehead, where the tattoo is. ]

So many more of you than I expected.

[mogger]

Yeah, same. We knocked on the walls but didn't hear anything back.

[ and now she counts, what.... 30something people? only one familiar ]

[ and because yuffie is a rude child, she just blurts out: ]

What are you?

[velluminous]

[ it could lead a woman to worry, you know. so many different types—so many different spheres. something big, in that case; something primordially powerful. she's heard tell of such planes of dread.

the thought spiral is summarily ... halted. ]

You also...? Very well. You know of devils, yes?

[mogger]

[ if yuffie's good for anything, it's distracting people. maybe this power can be used for good. ]

[ she raises an eyebrow ]

.... Uh, sure.

[ how eloquent ]

[velluminous]

Da. Then: I am what is sometimes found in bassinet when infernal dealings have been made. Devil-touched, if you will.

[mogger]

... Not gonna lie, that sounds pretty badass.

Not as badass as me, but we'll say top five.

[ okei yuffie ]

[velluminous]

[ is that a compliment?

what a strange response...

softly, and sort of brusquely, ] Thank you.

[mogger]

You're welcome.

[ preens, but moves on quickly from being weirded out ]

So, what's your deal? What do I call ya?

[velluminous]

No deal. I will go by "Severine Fairplay". Yes... this will suffice.

[mogger]

Everyone's got a deal. It's just if you wanna share it or not.

I'm White Rose! Or Rose.

[velluminous]

[ good, evocative name. she grunts in approval. ]

I am of this opinion as little as possible is being shared... for time being.

[mogger]

Well, ya need any help or anything? Since the gracious [ and humble ] White Rose is offering, and all.

[velluminous]

[ she is just as bloodied as Severine, isn't she?
...hhhhurrrrrm. ]

So generous. You will be in tiny tiny shorts and tiny tiny top before you are done.

[mogger]

[ no, she's probably in better shape. her legs look kinda messed up, (and bandaged) but otherwise she's fine ]

Well, I don't care about these clothes. I'll find some new ones.

[velluminous]

[ 😔 ]

... Very well.

[mogger]

[ she rips strips off of her own clothing, transforming her tracksuit top into a crop top! ]

Alright, let me at 'em.

[ she will bandage her up with perhaps, surprising proficiency. she's obviously done this before ]

[velluminous]

[ the worst is her palms and her ankle, both lacerated quite meanly. Severine keeps herself quite still and poised through the bandaging.

unsure... of what to say...
"thank you" never crosses her mind. ]

Accustomed to bumps and bruises, you?

[mogger]

[ she is fast and efficient, it's not long before she's done ]

You're welcome.

[ don't worry, yuffie's more than happy to prompt her for thank yous! ]

Psh. This is nothing, I've dealt with way worse.