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A Sorry Sight (Calico I Body Reaction I +Sousuke +Florian)

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He fretted to himself, wondering if anyone (by anyone, he specifically meant Loic) would definitely harp on him for his previously violent behavior. at least Calico didn’t seem to be too worried about it. At least he seemed fairly confident in the innkeeper. That was nice to know that someone had his back if things went for the worse.

He stared at the game piece in Calico’s hand for a bit, wondering exactly why only that single piece was turned over. He never actually played Guess Who, but had a pretty general idea of what it was about. Does that mean they finished playing with only her left? It’s likely this exact Claire wasn’t the person they were doing it for… But then what was this supposed to represent?

He wishes he wasn’t so shit at puzzles, sure, crafty resourcefulness came in hand when you’re trying to plan a budget, but murders? No, the dead weren’t really supposed to be messed with. Ghosts might float around this place pretty soon. What happens if you get haunted by the ghost of a nun? He doesn’t quite want to find out.

“I wonder- the rooms all have a correlation ta each other regarding sound, right? It means there’s a room, uh, the library I think, that could have noise heard from over here. Maybe someone heard over from the library something that happened here? At least, it’d give a…” Quick, use that cool cop terminology from your dramas! “… A susp with a clean al that will make ‘em not be the perp?” What are you even saying, Sousuke.

He quickly does a final scan of the game room’s floor, even under the shelfs with the games to find anything significant. He sighed, nearly tripping over himself and taking a chair with him. Nice going nerd.

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Everything the boys were saying made sense to Florian, and he was fairly pleased and relieved to see the both of them had calmed down significantly. He wasn’t the best at soothing fretful souls other than to distract them with amicable chatter, and despite the actual presence of a dead classmate that gamble had seemed to pay off. Thank god—he wasn’t sure he was up to any more hugging or hand holding of potentially sweaty palms, not without needing to excuse himself to the bathroom to wash his hands.  “Oui, we seem to have exhausted this particular room and…” The odd terminology Sousuke used caused him to stall, giving the boy a long look. “I do not recognize these, ah, terms you are using? What is a susp and who is his al? Reguardless, reguardless…” And he waved a hand negligently, standing from the sprawled out position on the chair he’d taken to stretch leisurely.

“Ah, do you mean to tell me that sound travels through this facility? Very strange, that no one thought to mention such a strange thing… tell me, please, this is very important.” His cheeks colored slightly and he looked away from the other two, studying his feet astutely. “Do… does noise travel from the bathing rooms, perhaps? I sing in the shower and I would be horribly embarrassed to know others may have heard such drivel.” This case was… odd to say the least. Game boards didn’t seem to ever take a stand in murder cases, and if the murderer hadn’t known to cover their tracks, what would be the point in this entire go around? Guilt? Mockery? Florian frowned. “While you decide where to go next following the clue of sound – something I cannot assist with either, I am afraid, for reasons of deafness as stated before… perhaps we should reveal to each other the effects done to us in the previous phase. It would allow us to trust each other more, I do think. I can go first perhaps – my legs ceased to work, you see, or to carry my weight very well. It was quite improper and distressing.” Taking a single step towards the door, Florian gave the other two a meaningful look; wherever they chose to go, he would follow. He cursed himself silently for just being such little help, but the entire situation was phasing him a bit more than he’d anticipated. Unfortunate.

[calico-blackwood-blog]

A Sorry Sight (Calico I Body Reaction I +Sousuke +Florian)

[calico-blackwood-blog]

Calico’s eyes widened at the startling revelation from Florian’s information, nearly stopping in the middle of the hall before remembering he was holding cute boys’ hands and didn’t want them to jolt back with him. Still, he’d seen the same video with Calico in it? And neither of them remembered anything? And Sousuke confirmed there was a video of his roommate as well– did that mean there was footage of everyone agreeing to stay here that none of them could recall participating in? That was a scary thought.

“So… then, both of us saw each other… t-then, I a-agreed to this too…?”

He tried to keep his voice calm, but couldn’t help but waver slightly. He just wasn’t ready to handle the possibility of important memory loss on top of everything happening around him. As least he was still holding hands– the comfort was really helpful. He took a deep breath.

“A-all I remember is, um, gettin’ on the boat to come here… that’s it… so, then, none of us remember even arrivin’ in America? Do… either of you know w-who her roomate was? T-though, I don’ think we should go immediately suspectin’ anyone…!”

As the feeling of human contact left his hand, Calico felt somewhat more vulnerable, but he knew he couldn’t depend on people to hold his hand forever. He’s a strong independent young wood carver who doesn’t need no man! Ok, maybe some more hugs and hand holding would be really nice, but he didn’t need it. Instead of dwelling on the lack of comfort, the boy got down on his hands and knees (which were thankfully healed by then) and began checking under the tables and chairs.

[fleurettiste-blog]

Both boys seemed otherwise occupied with investigating the room but Florian hooked a chair with one foot, sitting on it in reverse and  placing his chin in his hands thoughtfully. “Bien, I agree that we should not be suspecting others. However we should similarly not have a blank list of suspects for it is without a doubt someone among us committed such a heinous crime – it would be best, I think, to find a gentle compromise. Who then would show the most inclination to harm, I wonder…? We have not been much in our right minds as of late, but has there been anyone particularly violent or malevolent of spirit who would harm such a summer flower?” Florian shrugged at his own question before sighing gustily. “Alas, even in that I cannot be much of assistance. I was not one for socialization before now.” At the discoveries made by the two boys, he couldn’t help but wrinkle his brow into a frown.  “Ah… we came here under the assumption that someone had taken the facial covering board from here, but more missing? Where are they, I wonder? I am not anything of an expert on Western games – many of my classmates were, but I was always too busy assisting in my mother’s shop to play much. I’m afraid I will not be much help in fingering the culprit.” “Regardless, if you find anything, mon amies, please bring it to my attention and I will do my best to offer what help I can. I trust you two.” And he flashed a beaming smile at them, tilting his head gently. “We must stick together in trying times like this, no?”

[calico-blackwood-blog]

A Sorry Sight (Calico I Body Reaction I +Sousuke +Florian)

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Calico flinched a bit as Florian said ‘dead thing’– even though he’d just said it himself, it didn’t seem right to refer to the dead girl as a… thing. She was still human, r-right? Well, to his knowledge, at least. Regardless, it was important to respect her memory even in death, no matter if he knew her or not. Honestly, he was sort of glad he hadn’t gotten close to her, as it would have been much more terrifying and heartbreaking then to see her dead; but those thoughts made him feel immensely guilty and sad again, and he shook his head to clear it.

“R-right… let’s… go somewhere else, please…”

He was thankful that at least his hands were now well-skinned, so he could enjoy the comfort of holding Florian’s hand without worrying about the sting. Both of the boys with him seemed really nice, and he was extremely grateful for that.

“Yeah, it, uh… I didn’t really get a close look, b-but it definitely looked like some kinda game board. Um, thank you… I-I’ll do my best to be helpful, c-cause, I wanna find out who did this and stop them from hurtin’ anyone else…!”

He smiled a slightly nervous smile at Sousuke, a bit of resolve growing inside him. That’s right, focus on finding who did this– don’t focus on the thought of death itself. Suddenly Calico remembered what he’d wanted to talk to his roommate about, and he shot Sousuke a nervous look before turning his gaze to Florian.

“Um, F-Florian, did you… see the video that was playin’ in the theater…?”

His voice dropped quieter and he looked towards the ground.

“I mean… d-do you… remember…? Agreein’ to this whole thing?”

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Putting a name to the face he’d just grabbed took a few minutes, but after his attention was allowed to wander from Calico he had it – Sousuke, was it? An entirely foreign name that he’d pronounce wrong the minute he tried. Pet names really came in handy when you were deaf and relying on lip reading; enunciation of proper nouns was never a problem at all. And he’d presented a location, the game room, which Florian firmly nodded along to and set off for with a steady determination.

The question Calico propositioned him with on the way wasn’t a suprising one, given the circumstance, but he started reguardless. “Ah… cheri, I did see a vide, oui – but the primo uomo was you. It was subtitled which was a… nice touch. I do not believe whoever manufactured it was aware of my ability to read lips. By your words, though, I’m taken to believe you saw the same video but with me as the star, no?” Pausing for thought, he turned away from Calico – with a reassuring squeeze to the boy’s hand – and addressed Sousuke instead. “Perhaps the pattern continued for you as well? Did you peruse a filming of your dormmate agreeing to this?”

Of course he thought it was ridiculous – as a motive, as a video in general. Anything could be manufactured in this day and age and he was still under a bit of the impression this whole thing was a large performance someone had failed to include him in. It wouldn’t be the first time he missed an obvious queue spoken aloud out of eyesight – maybe the first message Leroy had delivered had been to tell the kids to act scared for a filming or the like. Like normal, he’d gone along with it.

“Love, I don’t remember anything but setting foot on a plane from France to here-- much less agreeing to this! But if this trend is a thing, perhaps we should turn our suspicions to the roommate of the late Ophelia? If they saw her agree to this, they may have assumed the worst.”

Drawing even with the door of the game’s room, Florian turned both their hands loose so that the trio could funnel into the room without slamming into the door frame. There was the shelf which held the games, tables, and chairs. “Ah.. I’ve never done this sort of thing before. I’m sorry, please be gentle.. but where should we start…?”

[calico-blackwood-blog]

A Sorry Sight (Calico I Body Reaction I +Sousuke +Florian)

[calico-blackwood-blog]

“T-the woman on the speaker said… w-we have to play “manuhunt”… and… if we don’t figure out w-who it was, w-we’ll be… p-punished…”

His voice was still rather shaky, and he shivered as he said the last part.

“I… I’m sorry f-for freakin’ out… I… I d-don’ like d-dead things…”

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Everyone else seemed just as shocked as he was feeling, stumbling through their words in ways that made Florian frown trying to read. “A… woman…?” But he’d thought that Leroy figure was the one speaking from what he’d picked up on. It really would have been more convenient if the messages from whoever was in charge didn’t come verbally alone. “But I thought… the man…”

Oh, bother, Calico’s tears had made his vest soggy. Hopefully that wouldn’t stain. 

At least Calico seemed calmer and the one he’d grabbed willing to go along with them. “A manhunt for the killer. How… inhumane. Ah, but then, what is humane about any of this?” His lips twisted into a sour look of displeasure and he plucked at his tie momentarily while he thought. So that’s how it was going to be, hm? A pity whoever had done this had kept it a secret – for what reason Florian could only guess. Shame? Fear? Guilt? Without knowing they would be hunted, it would have been logical to simply complete a clean kill and then demand reciprocation. “First they goad someone to kill, and now they goad us to find the killer? Ah, but we do not have to do that here, in the room with the sweet Ophelia – surely we could not be punished for searching elsewhere as well, no? And then you will not have to look at the ‘dead thing’. Let us pick another room to ah, ‘hunt’ in. We must play their game, but at least let us play it on our own terms.”

He grabbed both of their hands in his, marching determinedly out of the kitchen and into the hallway before pausing and stopping to look around. “Where would you have us go? I admit I didn’t do much exploring, before – the previous effects were a bit hard on me. Perhaps the source of whatever was covering her face, or…?”

[calico-blackwood-blog]

A Sorry Sight (Calico I Body Reaction I +Sousuke +Florian)

Calico had ended up running away from most other people as the symptoms of whatever it was he was affected with worsened. He felt so dry, and his skin was cracking and peeling, bloody patches appearing all over his body. They stung at even slight contact, causing the boy to retreat to a safe corner in his room or the library for most of the time. He’d watched the video in the theater out of curiosity, but while it was confusing and slightly unsettling and he wanted to talk to his roommate about it, he hadn’t gotten the chance.

Despite how uncomfortable it was, Calico had been sort of starting to get used to his new skin condition. He figured that if worse came to worse, he could figure out a way to wrap his body in some kind of protective gear, like plastic wrap but hopefully more comfortable and environment-friendly. As he contemplated the feasibility of such armor, safe in the corner of his bed, he started to notice, to his surprise, that some of the peeled spots were starting to heal up. It wasn’t long after that the announcement came, and the excitement he felt from starting to get better suddenly plummeted and disappeared.

No way… someone hadn’t actually died, r-right…? Haha, no way that would actually happen… but he found himself dragging his feet out of the room and down to the kitchen, following everyone else, needing to confirm it was a prank and not actually–

There it was, a dead body, lying on the floor. Calico let out a noise of surprise and fear, stumbling back and tripping on his own feet. He fell to the ground on his butt, face pale as a ghost. He could only be thankful there was something covering her face, because it gave the impression she was sleeping, and not dead in the middle of the kitchen, motionless, lifeless–

Calm down, Calico. Take deep breaths. He followed his own advice, sucking air in and pushing it out, feeling rather lightheaded from the shock. He backed away as far as he could, still on the floor, scooting towards the door… only to bump into someone’s leg. He looked away from the body, forcing himself to stand up and address whoever he’d bumped into, still extremely frazzled. 

“I-I-I’m s-sorry I-I, I can’t… I’m sorry…!”

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His legs worked again!

His legs worked and he felt like he could sing and dance despite the fact that oh goodness yes that was most definitely a dead body and he probably should not be celebrating around that not to mention he might have to throw up ---

Calico crashing into him saved him the trouble of deciding which of the three actions he most felt like doing, reaching out automatically to stable the other boy by the shoulders before forcing Calico to look into his eyes. His roommate had… one of the less attractive effects happen to him, but despite not being very visually appealing of late Florian was quite fond of the boy. He was like… briars, yeah, that was it. Not very pretty, but practical.

“Woah there, love, calm down alright? Panicking won’t make this any better – calm, calm. Easy now, shhh.”

And for lack of something better to do, he simply pulled the boy into a hug while trying to ignore the still fresh wounds on Calico’s body. He’d arrived not long after the crowd, knowing from their expressions that the man (Leroy?) was probably speaking again and following when the whole crowd rushed as a whole into the kitchen. There… the body of that one girl, Lacey or whatever her name had been, the plumber he’d likened to a watercress in his head. Dead…?

The word dead kept showing up on people’s lips, so maybe. But blood.. wasn’t blue. So what was going on?

“Here, stick with me, alright? We’ll figure out what’s going on, cheri, and then everything will be alright.” Reaching out, he snagged the sleeve of someone else at random – was this the innkeeper? Florian hadn’t spoken to him yet. “Pardon, pardon dear – do you know what’s going on? I simply followed everyone here but I assume there was another announcement.” Pausing, he gestured to his ears. “These simply don’t work like they used to – or at all. Could you fill me in?”

[shsltimmies-blog]

Apple Fritter || Caadia || Florian

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shsltimmies:

As time went on, the hope that someone would soon come and rescue them all became more and more faded, to the point where the only outcome she could possibly imagine was bleak and without a happy end. It was useless– they were going to be stuck here forever. 

The sudden announcement only solidified it as the strange voice (who claimed to be some sort of scientist, despite his inability to work with a microphone,) explained something about their bodies changing…and if anything, it was very ominous. She felt her body shake in fear as the announcement continued, almost like it had no ending to it.

However, once murder was mentioned, it was nearly impossible for her to keep the scream sitting in her throat. 

She slowly backed up against the nearest wall, her breathing growing slightly abnormal. No…now wasn’t the time to be panicking…she had to focus and keep calm. To keep herself from having an attack, she started thinking about the people she could talk to again once she got home. Her parents, Eve…Meric…

“…A-ah…”

She felt tears form in her eyes, but did her best to ignore them. Though her breathing did return to normal, the thoughts of Meric were doing nothing more than making her sad. She shook her head and braced herself to walk around and maybe talk to someone– surely, no one would actually…murder. 

Staring down at the ground, was on the move, suddenly stopping dead in her tracks. There was a shadow nearby…and she nearly hit into whoever was casting it. Hitting into someone and meeting them…that was cliché. Looking up, she saw someone she had yet to meet, only to have a sudden shot of pain in her stomach– or maybe pain was over exaggerating. It felt more like…a discomfort, as if she were hungry. She was usually very shy, never able to look people in the eye or even look at them period, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. The very moment she did…her head started to pound. 

Ignoring the discomfort in her stomach, she stared at him, whispering shyly. 

“…Um… Hello there… S…sorry I almost…hit into you… I’m r…really sorry…”

Ah… wobbly.

 That was the only way Florian could describe how he felt, all off kilter and like he was going to fall down at any moment. For someone who normally strutted it was distressing to say the least. Any time any of the other students showed up (with their hosts of own problems, it seemed), he would casually lean against a wall as if slouching on all available vertical surfaces had been his intention all along until they passed. At the very least, it was reassuring to see he wasn’t the only one out of sorts – but why?

 So focused on getting his feet to go where he wanted them to – his movement had devolved into a depressing little shuffle that made a lot of scruffling noises and got him nowhere fast – he wasn’t even looking up enough to step/fall out of the way of the person who stopped just shy of knocking him flat onto his ass. And knock him down she would, he could only muse staring up at her; she was a veritable amazon of height. Surely a beautiful tall girl like this would have an equally imposing personality to match it—

 That brief first impression was shattered just as quickly as it had formed when she opened her mouth and said the slowest and most agonizingly drawn out sentence he ever had the displeasure of reading. The way she looked at him didn’t help the image much either, although this time his ideal of a gorgeous tall maiden was broken by the fact she was looking at him like he was a piece of meat. It was… a large step over flattering. Creepy.

 True to form, he found the closest wall and slouched there like he belonged, plastering the usual flirty smile onto his face and ignoring everything happening below his waist. “No worries, love, I’m equally at fault and wasn’t quite looking where I was going, oui?” She was still staring, and the back of his neck prickled with discomfort. “I don’t believe we have met, cheri, but I would never pass the opportunity to make the acquaintance of a beautiful flower such as you. How are you called, if I may inquire?”

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daffodil: regard and chivalry [apollo]

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bibliotheca-apollonis:

Apollo scoffed aloud at the boy’s words. He already knew how this was going to go. This Mr. Grey clearly put far too much time into his appearance. Like a clay jar, Apollo thought, he’d be pretty on the outside without much substance on the inside. How else would one explain the first reaction to a kidnapping to be checking one’s appearance?

“If you could bother to take your eyes off of your own reflection for more than a moment,” Apollo said flatly, “You may be surprised to see there are, in fact, many people in this room.” Ah, but he was only occupied with himself, wasn’t he? The most likely explanation. He tilted his head and his neck cracked audibly. He maintained a dead stare, hadn’t even blinked yet.

“Call me ma chéri once more, and I believe you will have something to fear,” he stated. Not a threat, just a fact. Apollo straightened a little, tugged down the hems of his coat sleeves to pull the minor folds out of them. “However, since you ask, Mr. Grey, I suppose I must reply. My name is Apollo Brandt. And yes, the pleasure is yours.”

Frosty, this man was positively frosty. He was much less like a flower and more like brambles, a tangle of thorns but sparse of green. But, like the bramble, did he also shelter small rabbits in his midst or perhaps bear sweet fruits? He might not, but a conversation with him certainly would. “Do not take my attention to my appearance to be negligence to my surroundings, my dear Apollo. I am quite keen with my gaze, given as how it is said that the absence of one sense serves to heighten the others; I simply desire to be presentable before making contact with others who are no doubt in the same situation as me. Those well groomed are received better and form a more impressive first impression—advice I’m sure you already know, of course.”

A polite smile played across his lips as if the other individual’s words weren’t biting and hostile and the glare was absent, the kind of smirk that said Florian was personally amused by a secret joke that he didn’t wish to share. “I do not believe I have anything to fear from you or others, good sir, but if threats sooth your nerves in the unfamiliarity of this environment I welcome them.  Now, though doing such guesswork may be rude of me, I’m led to assume that as I was invited here under pretense of a talent you must be in a similar situation. If I may, once again, inquire…?”

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daffodil: regard and chivalry [mayumi]

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mayumisawada:

It was probably a bad thing that she didn’t really react to much to her situation, surroundings, fellow classmates, the announcement…or anything going on around her, really. It wasn’t that she found everyone dull or boring, she just thought that since she knew what was going on and found no reason to panic, she just found herself…not caring at all and going about her day as usual.

So when she entered the room with the mirror again and spied someone as uncaring about the situation, she could only think ‘Oh thank god, someone here who care as much as I do’. He seemed to be fixing his appearance like a fussy bird who doesn’t want even a single feather ruffled. Well, it takes all sorts of people to make the world go ‘round, right? As she idly ambled towards him, he turned, having noticed her and began to talk. 

And what a…flowery speech it was. Did he always talk like this? Good shitfucking christ, kid, tone it down, some people just wanna live their lives here. When she responded back, her tone was pleasant, but teasing.

“Who, me? I’m just an orca on a stroll.”

Like hell was she telling him her name-if anything, she’d just give him a false name-she always did like screwing with people that way. Should she go with an OHSHC themed alias or keep the orca thing going…? Questions, questions.

“Oh well sorry to have made you worry, I guess. Nice to meet you, mon lemon. How’s it going over here? The mirror tell you who’s the fairest of them all yet, or should I threaten to punch it before it fesses up?”

Her playful words in return evoked a chuckle from Florian as well as a half bow, slightly mocking in nature. He hoped her tone as well was teasing—it was too many times he’d responded incorrectly assuming a attitude in a conversation that didn’t exist, tricked by a smile. He’d gotten better at reading the idiosyncrasies of facial expressions as he read lips but there were certainly still mistakes to be made. Of course, he couldn’t assume she was attuned to the nuances of etiquette and formality so perhaps she wouldn’t catch the meaning of the bow, even the more delightful of a game to play. To speak one message and move with another was the pinnacle of the social dance, really, even if only one person knew the rules. “An orca…? I must say, you do not look the part of one such creature but alas alas, who am I to doubt the word of another? My eyes must be deceiving me, for before me stands a strikingly attractive individual in the stead of such a large aquatic mammal. An orca you must be, then.”

It was a posed formality only years of teaching could instill, traditions and temperaments long outdated and antiquated but still taught as a matter of ‘form’ and ‘properness’ in certain schools. At first it had been boring and useless but now it was instinct and habit; he couldn’t not posture. “Ah, but of course! The mirror must have been speaking all along. That would certainly explain the way everyone here had a ‘listening’ expression for quite some time but I could find no speaker. I’m sure if it spoke however on the subject of the fairest, you would only have to gaze at your reflection to find the answer.”

“Still though, humor me if you will cheri. Was there someone speaking? These ears of mine just aren’t reliable, and as we have discovered regarding orcas, my eyes are playing tricks as well. I simply don’t know what to believe.”

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daffodil: regard and chivalry [open]

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The best part about all of this was that each and every white plasticky wall in the hallway was slightly reflective. And the mirror! Oh, the giant wall sized mirror. Where the builders of whoever this was had gotten such a large and beautiful sheet of glass was a mystery upon itself and the installation was another, but either way Florian rushed the affair as soon as he reached the main room. And then, as if this whole thing was practically common place and he woke up in mysterious areas all the time, he preened.

A few other students had made their way into the room with him but for the most part Florian ignored them, humming softly to himself as he dragged his fingers through his hair expertly to muse it just so and slid the tie knot up just right. No one really ever appreciated how long it took to reach this slightly ruffled look, a beautiful balance between relaxed and put together that required the art of practice and the time of labor that  reached the point of pretentious dishevelment. His clothes were wrinkled but really it couldn’t be helped, but he none the less plucked at each crease with a slight frown. This was probably some prank by his classmates like the time they’d tied him to his mattress and set him to wake up afloat on the school’s pond, but this time they’d taken it way too far. After all, they’d delivered him here with wrinkly clothes when there were cute girls, everywhere! How could they?

So absorbed in checking himself out in the mirror, it took Florian several seconds to notice there was someone coming nearer in the reflection of the mirror. Immediately his demeanor changed as he turned on one heel, leaning back onto the surface of the mirror in a carefully practiced slouch and smiling with a wink. “Ah, and I was worried I was trapped here all on my lonesome. I was starting to get worried, but with someone like you here I’m have nothing to fear. My name is Florian Gray, mon chéri. And whom may I say I have the pleasure of speaking to…?”

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Shades of light Blues & Purples- beautiful & calming

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hello hello, it’s me ro! pst, she/her/they/them pronouns. i’ll be (one half of) your host on this very furry journey through monster murder hell. mod ginko at your service, and believe me, i hate memes. really. i do.

i’m a 2nd year in university (pre-law/legal studies) in the sunny/on fire/flooding/drought state of california, love to ride horses, and always refer to hands as ‘paws’. i like to explore big cities in the middle of the night alone.

i’ve been around the dangan ronpa roleplay block for a while; ai asahi in peak of hope, kaitaro kobayashi in roulette rampage: reloaded, kozue shizuka from dangan orbit 2 and a few more here and there. i just... can’t seem to keep my characters from meeting terrible fates... how strange.

i’m roleplaying florian gray, a thinly veiled reference to dorian gray and his terrible no good very bad picture that he hung on a wall and summoned demons with and whatever, very kosher. he’s a florist but really has zero fame at all so no, you won’t have heard of him. honestly, even his teachers from last year don’t know his name-- it kinda happens when you’re unremarkable, i guess.

let’s be friends!