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FUUUUUUUUUUSHIGI/Chapter 2
14 Students Left
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A sweet little flower, that, the Narcissus
Zephyrus Narcissus Yamaguchi finds himself in his room. Or, well, his room in the cult house at least.
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I will sing no requiem tonight/Body
On the 5th motive day, sometime just after two, Tenpo hears a noise. It wakes her up. She assumes it’s just Hermes moving around or something, they are roommates, after all, so she settles back down to go back to sleep.
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hockeyvalya:
Valya feels Seymour’s eyes scanning over him and he stands up a little taller. “I’m the Ultimate Goaltender,” he replies. “For ice hockey. I was the youngest goaltender to make the Russian national men’s team. It was kind of a big deal, actually.”
Gods, Valya sounds so stuck-up, but that’s honestly just who he is as a person.
“What about you, Seymour?” Valya remembers to reciprocate the question. “And where are you from, by the way? I don’t… recognize the slang you use.”
As Valya straightened up and responded, Seymour couldn’t help but smile. He seemed to have a lot of pride in himself and his abilities. Self-confidence is always a good trait to have!
“Oh, right on, bud!” Seymour insisted with a thumbs up. “I’ve never really seen ice hockey in person before. Or, ice in general, really. The only place we’ve got ice is in our cold beverages, ice packs, and maybe high up in the mountains- though I’ve never been there.” Seymour hummed in thought before looking back at Valya again with a stupid smile.
“Our talents are quite... opposite, really! I’m a mermaid performer. The youngest mermaid performer to ever start his own guild and the most well known overall. I’m an expert in diving, swimming, and any other water-based skill you could come up with!” Seymour mimicked Valya’s statement. “People seem to think it’s a big deal, but really, I just like swimming a lot and making people happy. There’s not much more to it than that.” Seymour then pointed at Valya and nodded.
“You’re right though. Huh. I usually try to adjust my terminology when I talk here, like saying cookie instead of biscuit and dinner instead of tea, but sometimes I forget.” the boy scratched his chin before tilting his head and shrugging. “Anyways, I’m more down under. In New Zealand, we’ve got abundant sunshine and waves to ride almost all year round! It’s great for a mermaid performer, aye? Not so much for ice hockey though, mate.”
Out Of The Woods And Into The Frying Pan / Chapter 1 - Motive Days / Open
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shsl-prettiestgirl:
Kouki walked in. She was really thirsty, but the only thing she could see nearby was a sink. Oh wait! It’s Sea-kun! And he has a water bottle! Maybe he’ll share!
“Sea-kun!! Hi!!”
She skips over to him.
“Can I have a drink please??”
Seymour turned and looked over to the girl when she called out to him. He smiled and waved as she approached.
“Hey there!” he placed his water bottle down on the table and leaned forward a little. Though when she told him that she wanted a drink, the mermaid performer glanced over to his water bottle.
“Sure! All I’ve got with me is this water bottle, but you’re welcome to have some if you want.” Seymour passed the bottle to her and leaned his elbows back on the table.
“So, what have you been up to? Have you discovered anything interesting about this place, or these people?” he asked. He thought maybe she would know, since she’s a magical girl and it’s her job to protect people. Though, honestly, he was also just nosy.
Boredumb |Open| Ch.1
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Boredumb |Open| Ch.1
Help had to be coming for them soon. This weird motive was clearly put in place in an attempt to push someone into killing, but... it was just boredom! They could definitely last long enough before the stir-craziness sets in. They’ll be safely rescued before anyone has had sufficient time to go stir-crazy. It’s all good! This was such a dumb motive... boredumb, if you will.
Seymour began laughing at his own joke, so hard in fact that he almost choked on his water. The boy set his water bottle down on the table and covered his mouth as he began to cough lightly. He cleared his throat and took a careful sip from his water bottle to try to sooth his throat.
There wasn’t much to do around here, especially because of the motive. He had to make do and amuse himself as much as he could. He didn’t need any material items to make him feel good, he loves himself and he cracks himself up! He is the best person for himself to spend this boredom motive with!
At least that’s what he would keep telling himself.
Seymour picked up the bottle and held it above his head as he tilted back and left his mouth open. He kept waterfalling with his bottle at increasingly higher levels until the bottle was empty.
The mermaid performer went to the sink and refilled the bottle, and then returned to his table in the lounge and started again.
This was not a very productive activity, but, it was better than nothing. Seymour was simply entertaining himself in the cafe while waiting for someone to walk in to spend time with.
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hockeyvalya:
What? The fuck?
Valya kicks his leg out trying to remove Seymour from it. “What the fuck are you doing?” he says, absolutely bewildered. He looks angry, though. “Get off of me.”
Seymour got the message and let go of Valya’s leg promptly after the goaltender kicked out. The mermaid performer sat back on his knees and lifted the scary mask off of his face.
“Sorry mate, I was just playing around. No need to spit the dummy.” Seymour held up his hands in front of him in defense and waved them dismissively. He climbed onto his feet and remained crouched in front of all of his items and began trying to find a way to carry all of them, though he gave up shortly and decided to deal with it in a moment. He shouldn’t just ignore this bloke as he tries to gather his haul.
Seymour turned to face Valya and looked up at the other from his place on the floor. “So, what do you do? Your talent.” he asked, resting his chin in his hand as he looked over the other’s outfit. The clothes didn’t really give anything away, at least nothing he could figure.
Out Of The Woods And Into The Frying Pan / Chapter 1 - Motive Days / Open
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hockeyvalya:
“V- Valya,” he stutters, heart still pounding from surprise. He thinks he’s seen Seymour around but it’s true, they haven’t really spoken yet. He wants to make a better impression than this, though.
“Valya Maksimov,” he announces more loudly. “And this is the Gacha Machine, which -” The rest of Valya’s words are cut off by a whirring sound and a cheery ding, followed by a random assortment of six items clattering to the floor.
He jumps for them, forgetting Seymour for a moment and glancing each item over in turn: two DVDs, which Valya clutches to his chest like they’re gold; a very big book titled “THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF CRYPTIDS”; a neatly folded, frilly item of clothing; a box of green tea bags, and…
And… a bag of blood? Valya grabs the bag and examines the label. No, it’s just stage blood.
He whizzes back around to Seymour, probably looking slightly manic and brandishing the bag of fake blood. “You give it coins and it gives you stuff. Like this.”
Seymour nodded in acknowledgement. Valya Maksimov... a foreigner, just like himself? It seemed so. It was always cool to find people who share certain traits with oneself. He didn’t have time to bring it up though before Valya dived for the so called Gacha Machine. Seymour watches as Valya quickly looks through all the items. He didn’t want to come off as nosy by looking over the other boy’s shoulder, but... he is nosy.
“Some DVDs, a book, clothes...” he murmured to himself as he peeked at the items. He squinted at the bag of blood, but when Valya whipped back around, Seymour stood up straight and looked off to the side- as if he hadn’t been looking at the stuff.
“Oh! That’s awesome! I guess you don’t get to choose though, right?” he asked, looking down at the bag of blood in Valya’s hand before returning his gaze to the goaltender’s eyes. “I wonder why there’s such a random assortment of items in it.” The boy placed his hand on his hip and then approached the machine slowly. He went ahead and sacrificed all 10 of his coins. He wanted to see what other weird things could come out of it.
Seymour turned and glanced over at Valya, giving him a thumbs up as the machine whirred to life and spit out ten items onto the floor.
He sat down and held up each item to display it to Valya as he went through his new gifts.
“A red pen.... a book on children’s discipline... a box of green tea...” he glanced up at Valya with a look of happy surprise. “We both got tea!” then, the mermaid performer went back to picking up each item one by one and displaying them to Valya. “...a weird sweater.... apple yogurt pocky... honey drink... a creepy board game...” Seymour picked up one of the items and tucked it into his back pocket without commenting on it or looking at it for longer than a few seconds “Trash,” he called it. Then, the mermaid performer looked back at the gacha machine. Something was stuck in the door. Seymour began yanking and pulling on the item until it finally got pulled loose. A final item fell out behind the large object. Seymour put on the final object, and grabbed the huge bear and turned back to Valya to face him once more.
Seymour was wearing a horribly ugly mask on his face, while hugging a giant teddy bear to his chest. He spoke again, but his voice was muffled through the mask. “And finally, a huge stuffed animal and a creepy mask!” Seymour grinned his stupid boyish smile, though it wasn’t visible due to the hideous mask. He put the teddy bear to the side and began making ominous groaning noises as he crawled across the floor and latched himself to Valya’s leg.
“BlaaaRGH! IM GONNA EAT YOU VALYA...!” he warbled out playfully. Please kick him in the mouth.
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Seymour’s default performance outfit.
He has named this tail “Big Red.”
He’s most famous for this outfit, and has sold the most merchandise of himself in this costume.
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When Valya suddenly whipped around to face Seymour and yelled out an odd.. noise.. Seymour wasn’t exactly sure how to respond. The mermaid performer lifted a hand from his hip and waved with a sunny grin. “..Bless you!” he chimed. He assumed that Valya must have sneezed because whatever that was, it certainly wasn’t English or Japanese. The blue-haired boy tilted his head.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced, mate. I’m Seymour Sullivan!” the boy would have offered his hand, but he was convinced that Valya must have a cold. So, instead, he just kept waving. “Who’re you?” he asked casually, and then looked behind Valya at the gacha machine. “...And what is that weird thing behind ya?” he asked, his eyes indicating that he wasn’t exactly sure what Valya was doing with the machine either. What a dunce. Seymour hasn’t even realized the gacha machine nor the coins yet.
He was a little late most of the time.
Out Of The Woods And Into The Frying Pan / Chapter 1 - Motive Days / Open
Valya doesn’t mind the disappearance of “fun” too much. He’s too busy searching for clues. It’s a little irritating when most of the areas he’s been planning to investigate further have been cleared out, but he has to admit that the attempt has been fruitless so far anyways. Valya is… not bored, but he’s becoming somewhat listless as he looks and looks but nothing ever shows up with information he doesn’t already know about their situation.
He’s gone over it hundreds of times in his head. He’s scoured every corner of every room he could manage. Nothing changes.
Eris’s announcement did inspire Valya in one way, and now he’s decided to take a different approach. Now he’s sitting at the top of the spiraling stairs, leaning back against the (immovable; he’s tried) gate blocking off whatever lies above with a lined notepad and a pen, scribbling down notes as they come to him. Translated from Russian, the list reads something like this:
Hope’s Peak Academy????
missing memories. How?
where are we (Japan, other island, wilderness, city?)
Greek gods. Nike - goddess of victory. Items: leaf, bottle, headband, athletic wear. Ability: Victor’s Grasp?? God rule….?
POISON IN BODY
ERIS = MOTHERFUCKING PSYCHOTIC SON OF A WHORE.
(This item is underscored by several lines of angry scribbling.)
trapped.
Eris took away TVs. Can’t check disc from Gacha. Clue?????
Valya never had the chance to investigate the CD he received from the Gacha Machine before Eris announced the first “motive”. It’s now sitting next to the mysterious computer in Valya’s room, which won’t boot either probably because of Eris’s new rule. Or maybe he just doesn’t know how to make it work; he’s never actually had a home computer before.
Regardless, the one hint Valya thought he had is now completely useless, and he suspects that Eris cut them off from “having fun” just because Valya managed to get his hands on it. It makes his blood boil. To let him get so close to an answer and then to snatch it away - but that’s just the kind of low-grade bastard Eris is, isn’t it? Valya’s knuckles clench up thinking about it. If only harming Eris wasn’t against the rules….
Why am I bothering to follow these fucking rules? he thinks. This isn’t real. Still, something about Eris is unsettling enough that Valya is too wary to try it. Instead, he pushes off the gate with a loud clang and bounds down the winding stairs in about half as many steps. Bursting back out into the main area, he marches down to the end of the room hall to the Gacha Machine, snatches his ID out of his (new) jacket pocket, slams it down on the reader and mashes the “6″ key. He huffs and spins around, then yells out [“Holy shit!”] in Russian at the sight of someone standing right behind him. He’s been so distracted he didn’t even notice the person approaching or calling for him.
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SIMPLYBOREDLOGICAL/Motive
Eris gave them all seven days. Seven long days. Seven whole days… And he was pissed off!
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koi-saito:
“I am Koi Saito” He looked around and figured the loveseat was a good a place as any to dump his stash. He’d move it into the closet or something later. “It is just a precaution. It seems that we will have to survive here for a while. What if the kitchens are closed off, or they run out of food?” He shrugs. “It never hurts to be prepared. The chipmunks must know that too.”
“Who are you, then?” He says, as if just now realizing this person is, in fact, a stranger.
Seymour just stands there with his hands on his hips and a neutral smile, watching the other boy do his thing. “Ah, I guess that’s a fair point. But hopefully we’ll be outta here before the kitchen runs out of food, mate. I’d give it a week at most before we’re rescued. This many celebrities and students from Hope’s Peak going missing all at once? It oughta be a piece o’ piss for the authorities to find us. There had to have been a mistake made somewhere along the line that’ll end up getting the kidnapper caught.” The boy couldn’t help but laugh at Koi’s comment. “Oi, maybe so!”
Seymour stepped forward and moved one of his hands from his hip to extend out in greeting. “I’m Seymour Sullivan. We both have names that sound vaguely aquatic, that’s funny. I’m a mermaid performer.” Seymour paused and then tilted his head. “Are you some kinda doomsday prepper? That’s the vibe I’m getting from ya.”
Im Just A Little Bit Caught In The Middle | Chapter 1 | Open |
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zeph-hime-kami:
Zeph smiles widely at Seymour. Ah, it’s a pretty boy! Finally. “Seymour!”
Then his face gets a bit nervous looking. “Well… You’re a big celebrity too, right? Me? I’ve had people threaten me before, but you… You’re not tied to anything wrong by others who want to see you fail.” He looks down as if he’s fighting back tears, realizing his life is a mess and he might be stuck there.
“I suppose you’re right… high spirits. A lot of us are famous! And… If we stick together… Then we’re safer right?” Listen I absolutely hate Zeph. He smiles sheepishly at Seymour and he blushes just a little.
“We could just… Protect each other… Right? Then… It’s safer for both of us.”
When Zeph’s expression took on a look of anxiety, Seymour’s goofy grin dampened a little. A big celebrity... hm. It’s true- no other mermaid was as well known as himself, aside from the little mermaid Ariel, perhaps. Seymour never considered himself a big celebrity, despite all the merchandise he has and the performances he’s given. He was just a guy in a mermaid suit trying to have fun. Though, a little bit of what Zeph mentioned made Seymour feel concerned.
“I guess I’m a celebrity, now that I think about it... but I’m not famous enough to be threatened!” When the mermaid performer saw Zeph’s eyes wet with tears, Seymour felt a pang of sadness. He frowned with sympathy for Zeph, and gently placed his hand on Zeph’s arm. “Why do people threaten you and want to see you fail? That’s just not right!” Seymour sighed and shook his head. “I guess some people just can’t stand seeing other people be successful and happy...” Seymour tried to comfort Zeph by running his thumb in tiny circles against his arm as he trailed off. Ah, poor naive Seymour. He has no knowledge of Zeph’s rumored murder cult, nor does Seymour form opinions about people based on hear-say. What a fool.
Though, when Zeph continued on, Seymour looked back at him with a confident smile. “Right on! There’s safety in numbers, that’s for sure! We’ve got this, I’m sure of it!” the mermaid performer seemed to be empowered once more. Seymour was a bit surprised at Zeph’s sheepish smile and the blush dusting the actor’s cheeks. Seymour may be pansexual, but man, big boys blushing at him and talking sweet never failed to make his heart leap.
“Y-Yeah, you’re right.” Seymour gingerly moved his hand off of Zeph’s shoulder and held out his hand to Zeph to shake on it. “Let’s do it! We’ll have each others backs! Teamwork will be important if anybody here gets any bad ideas.” Seymour liked to see the best in everyone, and although he doesn’t know much about Zeph, he seemed like a nice guy.
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Seymour had been on his way to the kitchen to grab himself a drink. His mouth had gone a little dry as he was forced to listen to Eris’s weird speech. As he hummed a tune and sauntered through the halls, he looked up and noticed that someone had already beaten him to the kitchen. That someone also had so much food piled up in their arms that he could hardly tell much about them.
“Oh, sure, mate. No problem.” he bent down and slid his hand into the boy’s pocket. It was kind of an odd first meeting, but the boy didn’t seem bad! Just kind of odd. Once Seymour found the ID in Koi’s pocket and unlocked the dorm room for him, Seymour walked in and held the door open for Koi.
“..So, who’re you?” he asked, watching as the shorter boy made his way in. “...And why did you raid the kitchen so quickly?” he asked with a small chuckle. “Food is great and all, but you look like a chipmunk storing nuts for the winter.”
Im Just A Little Bit Caught In The Middle | Chapter 1 | Open |
Koi wasnt really afraid for his own life. He knew how to handle himself perfectly fine. It was still concerning that somehow he had gotten himself into this situation. Koi never gets himself in weird and deadly situations ever. When Eris mentions ‘something in his veins’, he rubs the back of his neck. Thats also… concerning. Okay. Might as well explore, now that the door is open.
after peeking into a few of the rooms, he settles on the kitchen. He looks around for a bit and just starts grabbing things from the pantry. Its mostly granola bars, trail mix, etc. It never hurts to be prepared. He leaves with arms piled high with food. it doesn occur to him until hes halfway to his room that maybe people might think this is Abnormal.
Aaaaand its too late. Someone makes eye contact with him.
“Hello, would you mind opening my door for me? I think my id is in my pocket.”
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After having enjoyed a refreshing drink in the kitchen as he tried to take his mind off of the situation, he strolled out and decided to take a look around at some of the other rooms that had since been revealed to them. He decided it would likely be best to check out the infirmary first, to make sure that any and all medications he could possibly need would be easily accessible for him.
When he stepped in, whistling a casual tone as he flicked on the light, he hadn’t expected anyone else to be in there at the time. Upon seeing it was Zeph, Seymour felt a little relaxed. This is someone he had met, and he seemed to be nice, so hopefully he wasn’t intruding on anything. Zeph’s confirmation... Seymour wasn’t sure if he was pleased with the well-stocked supply of medicine or not at this point... Zeph did have a point.
Seymour let out a sheepish laugh. “Well.. I guess it’s serious.. but hopefully it won’t last long! Celebrities like you can’t disappear into thin air and not be sought after, right?” he asked, as if implying he wasn’t a celebrity himself. “...I’m guessing help will arrive in a few days.” Seymour chimed as he walked over to where Zeph was checking the medications. The mermaid performer crouched down to look into the cabinets for his own medicines. He looked at various tubes and vials, picking out all the familiar scientific names for his medicines. These must be his.
The mermaid performer loaded up his pockets with some of each medicine meant for him. He wanted to have his medicine at close hand in his room too, just in case. There seemed to be plenty of it anyways...
The blue haired boy looked over at the taller boy. “It’s strange that they were able to get out prescriptions. They kind of... well. They kind of seem to know everything about us.” he stated quietly. Then, he stood up straight and placed his hands on his hips. “This situation is weird, but, we should still try to keep our spirits high, right?” he asked, flashing his goofy grin, despite feeling a slight sense of dread in the pit of his stomach from the realization that this is a very well-planned ‘murder game.’
Am I supposed to care?/Open
Zeph is… Unfazed by the news. He’s had enough people try to kill him before, He’s going to be fine.
Zeph just decides to go check out the Nurse’s Station. It isn’t likely to have someone else in it, and even if there is, he can ignore them if they aren’t a cute boy.
Unless they talk to him, but then he gets to be a dick, so he doesn’t really care either way.
Fun.
He decides to leave the lights off and looks around. It is a downgrade from what he’s used to, but it isn’t bad. He looks at all of the beds and cabinets, stopping on the prescription boxes for just a moment longer. That’s interesting… They really do intend to keep everyone. How exciting.
He’s so engrossed in his search, that he only notices someone else entering because of the flood of light.
He’s also so distracted, that he talks without checking if it’s someone he even wants to talk to.
“They’re keeping our prescription medications here. It seems like this captive situation is plenty serious.”
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