[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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cw: worms in flesh...?

[presgarddihellis]

[one of the lads in dark green is covered in red, wrists and neck bloody for sure with definite signs of being cut up by sharp threads.

but more importantly, he's ignoring that in favor of rolling himself over to cover his face and just BREATHE because AMAZINGLY? NOT DEAD???? but also half of his face is... crawling. or the skin's see-through and that side of his face seems to be made up of worms that are crawling. the other half of his face seems normal enough, except it's holding a smile like his life depends on it.

at least the wriggling seems to die down as he works to calm himself down? gosh.]

[candlestick]

[ Zuo Le still does not understand what is happening with this man's face, but after everything that just happened...

He will go and crouch down on the side where the worms are visible, looking up and away himself, but using his body to block the sight of him from everyone else's view. ]

Mr. Smith... are you alright?

[presgarddihellis]

[... what a good kid, actually?

shakily exhales...]

I'm--almost lost control there. [tch. this curse, it's still in effect.] It's... it's not usually that much an issue anymore--except the circumstances...

It's complicated, but I'll be okay. I just need to calm down.

[candlestick]

Is this another one of those things that will make me go mad if I hear them?

[ He won't really question that much regardless. This seems like very unfortunate circumstances indeed, and he couldn't blame anyone for not wanting to talk about them. ]

When you need help standing up, let me know.

[presgarddihellis]

The basics probably won't.

[he does seem to be relaxing more. weirdly, talking... helps? well, his personal psychiatrist did say that about wearing such heavy masks...]

Basically... I'm someone who's taken in potions to obtain powers... the drawbacks are that there's a risk for losing control. And when a Beyonder's lost control, it usually results in them becoming a monster.

[but the worms seems to be settling, skin going more and more opaque again.]

[candlestick]

[ A monster...

He's quiet for a second, thinking on this. ]

I understand. I...

[ He hesitates for a second, not sure how much he can say, or how much he risks saying if he tries to give a shortened version. ]

I'm aware of people not entirely dissimilar from you, though they've had their powers since they came into being. It has been my job for the past couple of years to play minder to them.

[presgarddihellis]

[okay, he has to laugh a little. it's a little funny?]

I hope I won't be too much trouble, then.

[candlestick]

[ Without any immediate danger around them (for now), Zuo Le will relax enough to offer his first small smile since waking up in the classroom. ]

It would be easier on me if you weren't.

[presgarddihellis]

I make no promises. The Pathway of potions I follow is a bit troublesome just by its nature.

[it's the truth but also he manages a lighter, almost teasing tone.

feeling at his face to make sure that it's a face again...]

Re: cw: worms in flesh...?

[bowtiedbones]

[she doesn't know this man but there are wORMS



cuts get bandages what do worms get
what calms down worms


—throws her jacket over his head GOOD NIGHT WORMS]

Re: cw: worms in flesh...?

[presgarddihellis]

[GOOD NIGHT WORMS

fortunately, this succeeds in knocking Klein out of the PTSDs and into the ??????]

I know it's unpleasant to look at but at least consider-- [oh wait, that's coming out of his mouth. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT.] Thank you?

[bowtiedbones]

You're welcome! You can keep that if you need it? I don't need it.

[presgarddihellis]

Please calm down. It's all the excitement that's made it worse...

[he sounds calm but he is not that calm, hands and arms are definitely shaky.]

--I won't need to keep it. Just a moment, please.

[bowtiedbones]

Oh—

[forcing her voice down to a normal, conversational tone. it's a little like trying to sound calm around a distressed animal, but at least she's not yelping anymore]

Sorry. Of course, take your time.

[presgarddihellis]

[in fact, not the incorrect tone to be taking just now. there's something like a bob of his head under the jacket, a nod of acknowledgment.

he's quiet for a moment, but then there's a long, shuddering exhale and he shakily reaches to pull the jacket off.]

My apologies... I'm usually better about it...

[face is a face again, just looking very tired and eye maybe twitching in that kind of fatigued way.]

[bowtiedbones]

[a face!! everything is still confusing and awful, but that's one thing made better]

It's okay. I just thought they looked distressed? Which... is kind of everyone right now.

[presgarddihellis]

Ah... no, that's... not a wrong way to see it?

[actually kind of surprised someone would see that and think "those worms are distressed"]

I appreciate the quick-thinking.

[ordimame]

[wrist and ankles and torn up hands bandaged, etc etc]

Whoa--! What the hell happened to you?!

[presgarddihellis]

Ugh.

[kind of curling in a bit, panicked tones driving up the reaction for a second before he can recover his breathing.]

It's--not... not to do with what's happened. Just a moment.

[cogitation, cogitation. calm down. what would Miss Justice do if she found you in this state? yes, calm down. placation.--he doesn't have those capabilities, but he can recall them, mentally mimic them to calm down.]

[ordimame]

[?! THAT DOESN'T HELP!!]

[reaching for his shoulder, and-- well. no, he's just grabbing at this guy's shoulder, holding it tightly while he obliges that request. giving him a moment]

[take your time, sir]

[presgarddihellis]

[those shoulder muscles are TENSE and maybe even lowkey kind of squirmy, too, under the skin, but the tension at contact seems to bleed out with each cycle of breath.]

--it's quite dangerous... to approach a Beyonder in this condition, for the record.

[steadier than before. and actually, speaking helps with the getting self to focus.]

[ordimame]

[. . . HAHA. . .]

Dude, I have no idea what that is.

[LIGHTLY AMUSED. squeezing this guy's shoulder, noting how the tension eases with the contact]

And after what I've just been through, I don't think I care.

[presgarddihellis]

[so many people with no sense of self-preservation here!]

Haa... ha. Yes, that was quite a lot.

[SO MANY PERSONAL TRIGGERS ALL AT ONCE.

but he's scrubbing his hand at his face like he's making sure his face is back on--it is. no more squirmy things, anyway.]

[ordimame]

[only withdraws once the squirminess has stopped, hand falling back to his side]

. . . pulled yourself together again?

[presgarddihellis]

Yes.

[not even fighting the curse on that one. quite literally, even. sighs heavily and shakily.]

I was honestly expecting to die.