[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

[inexorableiron]

Lady dude, I beat you to it.

[he ripped his shirt in half and used it to wrap his injured legs. The injured arms....are just a little oozy]

[mogger]

[ lady dude.... ]

Yeah? What about your arms, big guy?

[inexorableiron]

[Big guy, big shrug]

You want me to take my pants off?

[mogger]

Uh. No. You can keep those on.

[inexorableiron]

Didn't think that one through, lady dude. Those are blood soakin' pants.

[mogger]

It's Y--- White Rose! Not lady dude.

... Right, keep your bloodsoaking pants on. What happened to you, anyway?

[inexorableiron]

White Rose, sure. Alright.

We got fuckin' wrecked is what happened! Strings or some wire shit, we bandaged ourselves up after that, but then it got bad, dude. Like all the needles a dude can imagine bad. Blacked out. Wake up here. Shit.

[He swats at... nothing on his arm. Huh]

[mogger]

Oh, shit.

[ watches him swat at nothing on his arms.... hm. this is problematic ]

Same for us, minus the needles and... blacking out. Are you seeing things?

[inexorableiron]

Bastards must have had all fuckin' kinds of traps set up. Needles sucked. Wires sucked. Shitty all around, dude. You guys work out how to disarm that garbage?

[He frrrrowns, eyes looking past her for just a moment]

Uh, yeah. You not?

[mogger]

Yeah, we managed to find the key.

[ seems like they were lucky ]

Uh.... no? What are you seeing?

[inexorableiron]

...

There really was a fucking key the whole godsdamned time? Fucking really?

[He is stunned or appalled, one of these]

Dolls. Stuff. It's ...fast.

[mogger]

Yeeep. Sorry you didn't find it, big guy.

[ rip. ]

There's nothing here, so just--- ignore it!

[ as if it's that easily done ]

[inexorableiron]

[Softly] What the fuck...

What'd you have goin' on? Crunched up furniture and fey shit, or are we seriously unfuckinlucky?

I don't think anybody could ignore that thing, dude.

[mogger]

Yeah, crunched up furniture and fey shit. Or monster shit. Or.... whatever! We got punished for checking the wrong areas, too. But not like you.

[ apparently ]

There's nothing there. Just focus on me!

[inexorableiron]

Shit shit? Hah, I guess that kinda works. Can't fuckin' believe we chumped it that hard.

I'm focusin'! Look how freaking focused I am!

[mogger]

Okay, just tune everything out. What should I call you?

[ she's doing her best... kind of ]

[inexorableiron]

[Aha, now THIS he knows how do]

It's Magus. Figured that'd be easy.

[mogger]

Alright, Magus. I'm White Rose, like I said. What's the last thing you remember?

[inexorableiron]

Uh... Getting almost dead from needles?

[mogger]

No, before here!

[inexorableiron]

Getting fucked up by a lich!

[mogger]

Okay, gonna assume that's some kind of monster?

[inexorableiron]

Shit, yeah. You don't know that, huh... A lich is, like, a big ugly wizard who dies but he's a fucker so he stands back up to keep being a bastard.

[mogger]

Huh. Think I might know what you're talking about, actually....

[ interesting ]

Or at least something similar.

[inexorableiron]

Undead things just suck like that sometimes.