[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

[slicings]

[ blade is quickly through the door, the last to leave, making sure his team all exits before him before he comes through as well.. but the moment they step through the gymnasium, there's no sign of the beast behind them. hm.

he'll just. shut that door anyway. just in case.

he's wearing grey slacks and a crisp white top with the first few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his arms scarred all the way up. also a kenkou-themed tie, untied, around his shoulders. there's blood trickling from his ears and on his shirt, but he seems fine with it??

odd, though, that it isn't healing..

anyway, he frowns. ]

Hm. What next.

[ what fresh hell is this now.. ]

[mogger]

[ yuffie's looking at him like he's a bit crazy. she is just a little gremlin ]

Next? I kick the asses of whoever did this crap!

[slicings]

Is that so?

[ lol ]

[mogger]

That's definitely so! Just point me in their direction!

[slicings]

That's not a good idea.

[mogger]

Of course it is! Didn't you hear the part about ass kicking?

[slicings]

All alone? Do you think yourself capable?

[mogger]

Of course I'm capable! I've been in way worse situations than this!

[slicings]

You look twelve.

[gamboler]

[ Glancing up...some of them certainly don't look worse for wear. ]

You seem to be taking this well, friend.

[slicings]

[ don't worry, he's got plenty of blood on his nice white shirt. ]

Panic serves no one.

[ friend?? :/ ]

[gamboler]

[ Yeah! He's made so many new friends today. :) ]

I'd go so far as to say there's more than just those two options.

[slicings]

[ no ty :/// ]

Your point?

[gamboler]

[ Has he ever heard of "making conversation"... ]

Ah, I suppose I'm just curious how you're holding it together so well! Already well versed in the horrors, perhaps?

[slicings]

[ he can't be ASSED ]

I've dealt with worse.

[gamboler]

[ A simpering smile. ]

Haven't we all.

[slicings]

[ probably not, buddy?? we're just two fucked up guys. ]

Which is why you are taking it well, also.

[faultlieswith]

You seem awfully calm, given everything.

[ Yanno, with the kidnapping and the monster and the creepy things popping up on the edges of her vision and all. ]

[slicings]

[ just be dead inside, then you won't care ]

I prefer not to panic.

[faultlieswith]

There's a difference between not panicking and...

[ Sigh. ]

You know what, nevermind. Although you should probably patch up that bleeding you've got going on.

[slicings]

[ what should be be doing, wringing his hands?? ]

Hm? [ he glances toward one of his sleeves. ] It should be fine.

[ even if it should have healed by now.. ]

[faultlieswith]

You're not worried about infection?

[slicings]

I have no reason to be. [ a beat, and he tugs the cut in his sleeve open, looking at the wound beneath it with a frown. he cannot feel the telltale tug of skin and tissue weaving together again. ] It should be healing.

[faultlieswith]

I mean, healing is going to take awhile. Skin doesn't magically glue itself back together in an instant.

[slicings]

It does, for me.