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      I see no reason why I should tickle stones or waste time on polishing bronze.       a danganronpa roleplay blog for tsukuda kaho, super high-school level furrier, currently affiliated with academy of fools.                academy of fools            character references                  blog directory                (sprites by byrde)

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[AOF Chapter One Trial: Shizue Ariga]

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[EXECUTION] || Little Red Ridinghood

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[Task Three] | In Death, We Are Equal | Akira & Kaho

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shsl-kunoichi:

[shslfurrier]

"And celebrate we shall for there is nothing better than success against those who would do us and others harm." she smirks. "Then we are agreed." Rinko bobs her head and stalks into the morgue herself. "It’s not like there’s anything to worry about. I doubt the dead will do us any damage."

She would be calm, of course. Internally, her mind was a bit of a mess. There were a lot of things bothering her honestly but she was a Kirigakure and they did not react. Horrible and heartless, oh they’d been called many things. But it was because they didn’t grieve that others could. That was self-sacrifice in her eyes. Her hands still shook, despite herself but she calmed the nerves. Shizue would have her justice. They all would have their justice.

Rinko herself followed the two inside and she glanced around the morgue. The coffins were being covered by the other two so she gets to work herself in a solo fashion as often befits her nature. There actually isn’t much in the morgue apart from the distinct feeling of ‘no thank you’ but she can still do her part and scour the local area. In particular, she checks the entrance way and floor. If something had dripped or scuffed anything she should be able to see it. There was a possibility that this room wasn’t even used, mind but… it didn’t hurt to be thorough.

"Of course. And the same applies to you two. We need to work quickly and methodically here. The better our communication, the easier this is." she nods. That seems about right, sounds simple enough… what, wait? She frowns at that next part. "Ｉｎｄｉａｎａ ｊō-ｎｚｕ? A western hero, perhaps?" she questions looking a little nonplussed for a second. She had no idea who that was. She wondered if this fellow was any match for a ninja. "Though the whip strikes me a daft choice of weapon. Better a poison, smoke bomb or blade! Hmhmhm~ those would get a job done well. Or a hookshot if need be, you know, for getting around. Ha. Unlikely, vengeful spirits would have more sense." she replies with narrowed eyes. That’s what she believes so it’s final. What kind of idiot spirit would attack someone of her descent?

"Eh, I guess the morgue was a bust… and it seems the passageway was covered," Akira piped up, closing the lid on the coffin he’d been poking around.

"…and I’m not the type to believe in any vengeful spirits, personally. I think we’ll be okay. The coffins don’t seem to have had anything in them before. And, uh… I mean… huh? Have you used something like a hookshot, Kirigakure-ch… er, san?"

Alright, Rinko’s rambling about weapons had mostly been lost on him. Shoulders slumped, he walked back into the torture room but purposely averted his eyes from Shizue’s corpse and stuffed his hands in his pockets. A few steps further and he could peer out into the rows of cells… He turned back around and looked to the other two members of his ninja investigation squad for guidance.

"Ummm… let’s see. We could look around some of the cells for clues, or maybe go to the guard room? What sounds best to you?"

Kaho stopped what she was doing for a moment, glancing up and shooting the kunoichi a funny look. The way she spoke was so unusual, the furrier couldn't help but be thrown a bit off guard by it. It was as though the woman had been shoved directly into a time machine and blasted to the future by some supernatural means. Based on their current surroundings, Kaho thought, maybe the notion wasn't that farfetched. But regardless of whether or not she was presently speaking face-to-face with a legitimate Edo-period ninja, currently they had clues to focus on. She grunted in response to the girl's confusion at her mention of Indiana Jones.

"Sheesh, Kirigakure-san. You'd think you just woke up from a cold-sleep. Cyrogenetics style, post-apocalyptic space-travel. You have got to be, what, a thousand years old? Two?" Kaho asked in minor exasperation, her words coming off a bit colder than she fully intended them to. It was a combination of the surprise and also the slight disappointment that they'd found nothing of real value in the morgue. She turned, then, to the class president, a slight scowl on her face. "Say what you want about them. I'm not about to be stuck in here when the ghosts decide to exact their revenge. Let's hit the cells. Maybe if we're lucky, the killer left a bloody axe sitting on their bed. How convenient would that be?"

Kaho nodded diligently before slamming the coffin which she was currently inspecting shut, the noise echoing for a few beats. Her eyes widened and she stood, practically sprinting for the doorway, where she met Rinko and Akira in the torture room. She began in the direction of the cell block; out the door and down the hall, not bothering to wait for her two companions following the assumption that they were already following close behind.

[shsl-kunoichi]

[Task Three] | In Death, We Are Equal | Akira & Kaho

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shsl-kunoichi:

[shslfurrier]

The bespectacled boy who approached seemed a little shaky but perhaps he would be useful. He at the very least, seemed pretty smart and perhaps could help her with details and factoids if need be. Any hands on deck were better than none, however, and as he came closer she nodded her approval his way. “Indeed. Of the famous Kirigakure descent.” she bobbed her head in a vague greeting. Normally she’d bow, the entire works but right now it was go time which meant she needed her game face. “Your help is appreciated.”

She actually hadn’t remember this boy’s name. Oops.

Her eyes then skim over to the furrier who cuts quite the fancy image despite her height being lacking. She seems to be both focused and confident. That’s good.

"A party of worthy warriors, you might even say," she adds to the joke in her own way before putting her head in one hand in thought.

"I shall share my perspective on the matter. In order to enter the Torture Chamber we stand in I imagine our culprit traveled through the Secret Passage… which connects to the Chapel. Running through the hall in front of all of our rooms is suicide. If I were to kill I would surely cloak myself in the passage. Therefore the Secret Passage would be a good place to search. However, the Morgue is an underrated location that may be of use to us. It is but a few steps to the south. If you wanted to quickly hide something I imagine those coffins would provide a perfect service.”

She taps at her chin and closes her eyes, taking a brief break before flicking them back open, her eyes now wandering around the room. “There is, of course, this room, which may hold something. But I imagine the less obvious clues would be elsewhere. Those are where my mind go to. Do either of you have a preference? The sooner we can work, the better. The Morgue and the Secret Passage are both local enough. If we work quickly we could manage to scour both areas comfortably.”

Alright, well. Their search party seemed a bit eccentric, but it wasn’t as if any of the other groups that had branched off to investigate were any more… conventional. At least all of them somehow sharing an air of relative nonchalance would aid in their search for… clues. Maybe.

"Uh-humm… we can celebrate once we figure out who committed a crime so heinous."

Akira regarded the body of Shizue a final time before he turned his back to it, not willing to look it over any further. 

"Sounds good to me, Kirigakure-san, Tsukuda-chan… that is, maybe we can check out the morgue first, since it’s so close, then go through the passage to the chapel.”

What with facing the morgue already, Akira entered it and peered inside one of the coffins. Hopefully there would be no surprise boddys waiting for him.

Kaho smirked, offering a humorless chuckle in response to the banter which the ninja woman had chosen to carry on with her. She'd accept anything at all to take some of this unbearable tension out of the air at this point. However, jokes were jokes, and now was probably a time better suited for seriousness. The furrier cleared her throat and nodded diligently in response to her two investigating partners. The two seemed competent enough, each in their own special way, and Kaho decided she'd have no issue cooperating with them. Shizue deserved their best effort, and so the girl would have no qualms in delivering precisely that. The morgue... it was rather an unsettling room, based merely on its name and intended usage, but still significantly less haunting than this place -- the site of a murder, complete with a still-bloody corpse strapped into a torture device. 

"Sweet. The morgue it is, then. What fun," Kaho snipped, inhaling a bit shakily. The death of a classmate seemed to be getting to her more than she had previously expected it might. She could deal with dead animals, but this was... different. She had shared a conversation with Shizue, even. Now she was just dead? The furrier had trouble wrapping her head around it, so she shoved the notion far away and walked after Akira and Rinko. A scowl crossed her features for just a moment when she heard the blatant differentiation of Kirigakure-san, Tsukuda-chan, but she let it go. There were more important things to worry about.

She entered the morgue, taking a few cautious steps toward another of the coffins. Hesitantly lifting the lid, she glanced inside the coffin with half-closed eyes. Visions of skeletons leaping out and biting her nose off danced vividly in her head, but thankfully, there were none to be seen. She slowly lowered the lid and stood up straighter, taking a look around the room. It seemed to be utterly empty, save for the stacked up coffins, and her shoulders slumped a bit in disappointment.

"Let me know if you find anything," she called to the other two, lifting another of the coffin lids and peering inside. "These things are so creepy. I feel like Indiana Jones, right? Raiders of the Lost Ark style. I ought to put on a cowboy hat and start snapping a whip. We're not going to be cursed by some spiteful spirits, right? Right. Of course not," Kaho nervously reassured herself, hardly noticing that she had begun to hopelessly ramble. 

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[Task Three] | In Death, We Are Equal | Akira & Kaho

The sounds that ring out shatter her peace and she scowls because of it. Is there no such thing as decency in this place? Trekking to the place of the crime she stares in awe. Was this really what it looked like…? Before she has a moment to even process it the bear reappears piping up in the most annoying fashion once more.

"Forgetful? Don’t make me laugh." she snarks under her breath. In all honesty she’s having a hard time processing this. Oh, finding a picture or hearing a story, those could be graphic and disturbing in their own right but seeing something with your own eyes with little distraction… that was something else. The blood is unmistakable as is the body. Shizue Ariga, huh. Rinko briefly contemplated whether she ever saw it coming or not. That in itself is proof of the seriousness of this game.

She’d underestimated the situation. This could be worse than she thought. It’d become a bit of a show, with the annoying announcements and caveats. Much harder to get by safely and quietly as she was so used to. Rinko tried to skim over the bear’s annoying words as they so grated on her nerves but it turned out listening was for the best.

He was up to something.

"… An… execution? He is adding rules now… well… this changes things, doesn’t it…?" the kunochi places her head in one hand and frowns. Well as she’d said… this certainly did change this. She wasn’t sure whether it was a change for the better or the worse just yet, however. Well, no matter, standing around here was an idiotic affair and she had never been one to look like a fool. Not so easily, anyhow.

Idiocy. Kemurizome was never one to stay in one place while things needed taking care of and neither was she. In one swift motion she turns on her heel and faces the pale faces of her fellow students. This gives her a moment to survey the general atmosphere too.

The next time she speaks it’s in a clear and strong voice perhaps not befitting the situation.

"You all have two choices. Sitting on your hands and whining or grabbing some courage and following me. I won’t lead my people astray. Kemurizome-shi once said: ‘honour your brotherhood with justice or forever leave their ranks’. So? How about we get Ariga-shi some justice?" 

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To say the situation was distressing would be a grave understatement. Akira had never seen a corpse in person before—let alone one slaughtered so brutally. While his classmates seemed to either remain eerily calm or outright devastated… or, you know, somewhere strange in-between, Akira also stood on the edge of those two extremes. 

He hadn’t known the poor kid… Shizue Ariga, if he’d overheard correctly… but still, he’d promised himself that nothing like this would have to happen…

Akira felt vaguely nauseous as Rinko put him on the spot, and he took a step back before he could compute what had been said. Justice for the tiny moth child, was it?

"Ah, you’re… Kirigakure… san, correct?" To throw out a -chan didn’t seem like the best idea. “Well enough, then. I’ll help however I can.”

Even though he’d rather curl back up on the straw in his cell and forget any of this was happening… he couldn’t really afford to right now, could he?

[shslfurrier]

Kaho wasted no time in making her way to the scene of the crime. The announcement had not come as a shock, necessarily, but was rather the jarring and inevitable reality of an incredibly foul truth. It was only a matter of time before one of them cracked under the pressure, she knew, but the fact of the matter was that an innocent person had been slain as a result. It was dreadful, plain and simple. 

The furrier stood behind a few of her fellow students at the doorway to the torture room, grudgingly peering over heads and slumped shoulders to take in the gruesome sight for herself. Ariga Shizue. Perhaps the youngest of them all; the sight of her strapped down, skin paled by death, was unsettling to say the very least. Kaho was used to the sight of blood, and yet... there was something all too visceral about the view that sat before her. She swallowed and coughed into her hand, turning away and all but ignoring the bear's words as the poured out through the speakers overhead. 

Thankfully, it seemed as though some of her more gallant classmates had already begun to discuss the situation. Kaho glanced in the direction of the nearest voice, which appeared to belong to Rinko, the rather intimidating ninja girl whom she had not yet properly met. The bespectacled class president was there, too, next to whom she had conveniently stood. The girl narrowed her eyes and attempted to ignore the fact that there was a corpse in the room, instead focusing on whatever it was the two were conversing about.

"Honor, hm? Interesting. I guess... It's the least we can do for Ariga-san. Pres-kun is tagging along too? What a fun group. Might as well pop the champagne and call it a full-on party," Kaho muttered, a rather bored expression on her face. Despite her lacking enthusiasm, she truly did appreciate the invitation to focus on anything but the lifeless elephant in the room. "Kidding, kidding. Count me in, Kirigakure-san," she finally added, raising her hand as if to signify her willingness to join in. "Where do you two suppose should we check first?"

[shslfurrier]

task 2 : enoki

[theshslvolleyballplayer]

Guess she really did just want to get rid of that book, if the careless toss into the spiky coffin-like object was any indication. She seemed totally calm and proclaimed to not be afraid in the slightest. She had to admire her for that, at least. Even if her description of what exactly happened to people in that coffin was incredibly disturbing. 

"Ouch…that must really be a terrible thing to experience. I feel sorry for whoever had to die like that…"

She tried very hard not to think of the visuals of how such a death would be enacted and how it would play out-so hard, in fact that she nearly missed Kaho’s next words.

She wanted to see what was in there? Why? There wasn’t really anything of interest-hell, half the stuff in there was already in a neat little wikipedia article about her. However, there was that little bit near the end…while she didn’t think Kaho would use this information against her, she also didn’t want to deal with the situation detailed in there just yet-or ever, if truth be told.

"Well, you know…the usual kind of stuff found in a creepy book given by a creepy bear in a creepy castle. Name, Title, Height, Weight, Past, Damning Secret, all that jazz."

She tried to keep her voice casual, or at least upbeat, but she wasn’t sure if it was coming across as that. Kaho sounded very enthusiastic about discussing secrets, though…

"It ‘aint like I don’t trust ya or nothing, but I think I’m gonna have to sit on this a bit, sorry! I’m sure once we get outta here and we get to know each other better I’ll totally be able to talk about it! I’m sorry, that’s prolly not what you wanted to hear."

She scratched the back of her head, laughing to try and ease the tension-and also to put up a small shield against the possible fury of Kaho not getting the answer she desired.

[shslfurrier]

Contrary to popular belief, the lanky woman who stood before the furrier wasn't as much of a softhearted pushover as Kaho had originally surmised. It made her a bit happy, but also a bit frustrated. Sure, it was entertaining to have the too-nice-for-her-own-good volleyball player showing a bit of backbone, but at the same time... the girl really wanted to see that damned book. The furrier would hate to have to betray the trust of one of the only bearable people here so early on. Furthermore, sneaking into her cell in the middle of the night was almost entirely out of the question. She would either need to accept defeat, or think of some other brilliant plan. Fast. Despite the minor disappointment, though, some good had come of this -- at least now, Kaho knew for sure that Narita had something to hide. Something worth going to the extra trouble for. 

She was shaken back to the present by a comment on the iron mechanism that stood before them. Kaho glanced back at it, where her hand still rested on the cold iron door. She removed it rather quickly, as if some sense had been startled into her, and turned back to Yui.

"Luckily for me and you, there's no doubt in my mind that all of our classmates are too chicken to get anywhere near this thing, let alone consider putting it to use. No sweat. Not a fear to be had," the girl muttered in almost a cheery tone, despite the serious expression which was on her face.

Kaho tried, once more, to hide her disappointment at Yui's apparent stinginess. She had thought that discarding her own book so carelessly might lower the other girl's inhibitions a bit, but it appeared this had not been entirely a successful endeavor. "You're right. Wasn't what I wanted to hear. But if that's your choice, that's your choice. No worries. I'm sure we'll be close enough in no time at all. So, forget about it. Shoshoop. Gone, erased from your head. Forever."

Kaho managed a small, crooked smile. She meant for it to be reassuring, but the end result was likely leaning more towards ominous. It fell from her face quickly, and she subconsciously lifted one hand to cover her mouth as if from embarrassment that she had done something so flaky. 

"--Know what I'm thinking about? Lambchops. Are you as starving as I am, Narita-san?"

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(( MERRY CRIMBUS EVERYBODY ))

[shslfurrier]

task 2 : enoki

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Chiyoko was distracted by her own perusal of her book by the sound of another one hitting the floor. Looking up just in time to see Kaho exit the room, she swooped in to grab the book before anyone else saw it – god forbid someone’s most intimate secrets fall into the hands of someone that might judge them or something.

Heh.

She was so tempted to go through it right then and there, but… people could be watching, and attempting to return it would be the ‘proper’ thing to do, and what was she if not a lady? She followed the girl into the torture room, taking note of the particular instrument that she had gravitated to - the iron maiden. Nice choice, a true classic.

“Mmm… I don’t disagree that it would be possible to kill a person with that, but it’s actually not what it’s meant for. This room is full of tools for torture, after all. Not execution.”

She walked over to stand beside the furrier without hesitation, her attention of the steel contraption. Weapons were fun to look at, if nothing else. These genuine instruments of torture being here right after they had been told to kill each other… it certainly sent a message. The material, the motive, and now the means. It went much too far, even for the most elaborate of pranks. Kidnapping might still be an option, though a ransom situation seemed less likely, now. It was worrisome, but to show her concern would be to let the bear win, and she couldn’t allow that.

“If I remember correctly, the proper usage is for the victim to be placed inside of it and have the door closed on them, yes. However, they are not immediately killed upon closure, merely impaled. Arms, legs, stomach, eyes… anywhere that would not cause immediate death. Quite an effective method, I would presume.”

She took the examination a step further, nonchalantly stepping forward and yanking one side of the door wide open. Well, would you look at that – no watered-down kiddie version to be found here, just a multitude of bloodstained spikes. She poked one, then raised an eyebrow at Kaho’s comment.

“I can’t help but feel that premeditated murder carries the implication of jail time. Out of one jail and into another? In my opinion, not the best of deals.”

With one hand holding the edge of the maiden’s door, she finally turned to look at Kaho.

“Anyway. You dropped this… Tsukuda Kaho,” she said, reading the name off of the book’s cover. “If you don’t want it, I could hold on to it for you. I was thinking of making a trip to the fireplace later, anyway.”

Despite her words, she made no motion of actually returning the book.

[shslfurrier]

Kaho balked at the arrival of the pink haired woman. Extravagant, extravagant, extravagant. Fur collar, full-length gown. Where did this girl think she was? The furrier narrowed her eyes, issuing her new acquaintance a look of subdued venom. She had enough sarcasm of her own than to require assistance from others when it came to filling the daily quota; the added sass from this girl was none too appreciated. When Kaho had thoughtlessly tossed out her book, it had been with the intention of sending a message to their kidnapper, and certainly not to provoke her fellow classmates to take the thing and do with it what they pleased. She had skewed the playing field without even realizing it, and now this chick had the upper hand. Unbelievable. 

"Is that a challenge? I'd bet you my left foot that I could kill someone using any one of these things," Kaho growled, extending one hand to motion toward the instruments on the leftmost wall. It was unlike her to become so irate, but this girl was pushing all of her buttons -- she took a couple of slow breaths, not wanting to appear too invested in the subject. "...Torture shmorture. Get impaled enough times and even ironman himself couldn't avoid death at the hand of one of these suckers."

Kaho watched as Chiyoko opened the door to the Iron Maiden without hesitation, not daring to take a step back, or express any other form of intimidation. She was not impressed. This girl thought she was all that just because she could get handsy with a weapon or two, did she? Game on. Before that, though, there was one vital matter to deal with: Kaho's book. 

"Hand it over. I don't need your help destroying this useless stack of paper. Just... hand it over," Kaho said sternly, crossing her arms and waiting for the woman to offer it to her. She was in no mood to play guessing games, but something about the other woman didn't sit right with her.

"Listen. I'm not in this place to make friends, Torture-san. In fact, I couldn't tell you why I'm -- why we're here -- if my life depended on it. But I'll not spend my hours being taunted by pure talk." Kaho lowered her eyebrows gravely and pointed one finger to the other end of the room, directly toward the Rack. "If you're such hot shit, go and hop on that thing. Unless, of course, you're too scared. Think of it as a trust building exercise, 'right?"

[shslfurrier]

task 2 : enoki

[theshslvolleyballplayer]

She’d just finished calming down when the slap of a book hitting the floor caught her attention, and she lifted her head in time to see Kaho storming from the room, her book on the floor. Worry instantly flooded her emotions; what had happened? Obviously whatever was in that book was upsetting enough for her to throw it down, but why would she leave it? Unless…she was too distraught to pick it up and had to leave the room? That had to be it! Why else would have just left it there for someone else to pick up; no, she’d been overcome with emotion and had to leave. That settled it then.

She quickly picked up Kaho’s book, careful not to either look at it, or mix it up with her own and ran after Kaho, finding her in the torture room where the bear had been only moments before. She ran up to her quickly, before presenting the book with outstrethed arms and a lowered head as so not to accidnetally look into its pages.

"Tsu-chan, ya left your book an’ I think you prolyl want it ba-"

Wait, what?

Kaho, upon hearing her footsteps had started talking about one of the objects in the room-and she didn’t sound like she’d just been forced to leave the room because of the contents of a childish looking book. In fact, she sounded calm, almost uninterested in the situation she was in. She lowered her arms, a confused look on her face.

"Errr? Uh, I didn’t get to look at it yet…and I dunno what it is, but it doesn’t look very nice. Gettin’ stuck in there…I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. That’s way too mean, even if it was a bully or somethin’. But anyway, I saw that you dropped your-"

The crackle of an unseen intercom signaling the start of Monobear berating them interrupted her, making her puff her cheeks out in impatience. Wasn’t it rude to talk when someone was talking? Monobear had no manners whatsoever, honestly.

Once he’d finished his spiel and the room was filled with silence once more, she spoke again.

"Well I’m pretty sure you wanna discuss what Mono-chan jus’ said but first, I thought I’d give this back to ya."

Once again, she held out Kaho’s book to her.

"I saw you drop it ‘n run out and…I thought that since it’s gotta be something important so you’d be needing it back-an’ people coulda been nosy and looked at it and you prolly don’t want that. So, uh here, have it back. I didn’t peek at it, I promise."

She hoped Kaho believed her; she hadn’t honest! She didn’t care for other people’s secrets; it wasn’t her business and she’d never had the time for idle gossip anyway, what with her going off every waking moment-and she’d forget it in a skinny minute, anyway.

[shslfurrier]

Some people were almost alarmingly, dauntingly kind-hearted. So seemingly innocent, altruistic nearly to a fault -- it seemed to Kaho that there was no better example of this trope than Yui Narita, who, against the furrier's forethought, had witnessed the moody discarding of the book and chosen to follow her up on the motion. Were she not too busy feeling irritated, she might have been touched. But the exasperation outweighed the exaltation and any thought of appreciation for the motion of kindness that the volleyball player had exhibited was forgotten. Kaho turned around completely, narrowing her eyes as they drifted from the other girl's face and down to the small book she had held out. 

"I threw it out 'cause I don't want it. Capiche? I need to prove to whatever weirdo stalker is running this thing that I'm not scared. Their little bullshit antics won't phase me. Go ahead and read it. Not like I'm trying to hide anything. Thanks, I guess, though. For being considerate. And stuff," Kaho uttered unwillingly, coughing harshly and glancing to the side. She stared at the dingy floor for a moment, before cracking a smile at Yui's comments on the Iron Maiden.

"Not very nice at all, Narita-san. Can you imagine? Getting stabbed by all of those metal chopstick things at once. One for your kidney, one for your liver, one for each lung. Oh, and don't forget the eyeballs. It's totally freaky," she murmured almost lethargically. She finally reached out and grabbed the book from Yui's hands, swinging open the Iron Maiden and tossing it in, placidly. She shut the door with a quiet creak, and then shrugged her shoulders. "See? Who cares. Not me."

Kaho turned back and looked at the volleyball player for a moment in thought. She had been awfully adamant about protecting the furrier's own book, almost to a surprising extent. Based on that, she must have read some truly horrific things within her own. What could really be so damning within the pages of the non-frightening little thing? 

"Say, Narita-san. What about you? What'd you see in there, huh?" the furrier asked her, voice carrying much more genuine excitement than it had in a long time. If Yui was hiding some big secret from all of them, she'd be damned if she didn't know about it. First. "You can tell me. Pinkie promise. Cross my heart. Hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye. Etcetera. Let me see your book."

[shslfurrier]

task 2 : enoki

Maybe they all ought to have expected something like this to occur. After all, based on the implicit strangeness of their situation, it was more likely for the trend of unfamiliarity to continue than it was for it to stop altogether. Kaho had listened to the monochrome bear's spiel along with the rest of her classmates, rolling her eyes at its close. Whoever was in charge of this thing was surely bluffing, trying to elicit a reaction out of them. Starved for entertainment, much? How lame. Despite her impassiveness in the face of the stuffed bear's petty threats, her reaction to the little red book had been a bit different.

The secrets detailed within the thing were eerily personal. Private, intimate almost. How had anyone on the school board, or otherwise, even, learned these things about her life? Kaho's eyebrows lowered in concern and frustration as she flipped rapidly through the crudely written pages. More than frighten her, the contents of the book confused the furrier. She felt... watched. Perhaps this was why that black haired boy had been so adamant about the existence of cameras before -- whoever was in charge of this was clearly no stranger to passive observation. But who could be in charge? Their surroundings were elaborate beyond measure. What surrounded them was full fledged dungeon, with an armory and even instruments of torture. And, if the bear had been telling the truth, a castle awaited them beyond the blocked-off staircase.

Who would put this much cash and planning into a group of half-baked teenagers? It was all rather difficult for her to comprehend. Rather than dwell on the reasoning behind their situation, though, Kaho decided resolutely to continue her uninspired investigations of the various rooms. She scoffed and threw her own book callously onto the floor, as if to show her lack of belief in the little scheme. Only a moment later, the girl stomped next door into the torture chamber, arms crossed as she stared at one of the decorated walls with a look of vexation. At that moment, that all-too familiar voice rang out over the loudspeaker.

"Because you decided to rip up my gifts to you all… don’t kill, and I do the same to the letters. Every. Last. One."

Kaho narrowed her eyes and glanced into the four corners of the room, one by one. The bear's second announcement had shaken her to the core. If the people in charge of this operation had the funds required to put together such an extravagant dungeon, they were probably capable of much, much more. It was... worrisome. But it had to be a prank, right? Kaho wasn't so sure anymore. She paced forward to inspect one of the daunting instruments that in the depths of the room, and hardly paid the increasingly foul odor any mind. The furrier was used to the scent of death, and although she did not enjoy it, it wasn't unbearable.

Footsteps resonated somewhere behind her. Kaho reached forward to place her palm against the cool surface of the iron maiden, closing her eyes and taking a breath. 

"You get a look at this thing? Wild. Absolutely wild. Shove someone in this lady and shut the door, boom. Dead. Caligula wept," Kaho muttered, lowering her hand and turning around to face the person who had entered the room. "And then what? You're emancipated. Get out of jail free. Sounds pretty nice, right?" 

[shslfurrier]

task 1 : maitake

[theshslvolleyballplayer]

"Do they? Well I guess so, since like…that’s why we have pets n’ all. Rats can be pets, right? Right. Er, there’s nothim’ wrong with them wanting to hold my hand ‘cept they didn’t hold it, they just ran over it. If Nezumi-chan had waited until  woke up I would have been totally fine with playing with it."

At this point, she was dimly aware that Kaho hadn’t meant for that question to be answered, yet she had answered anyway. After all, what if she really had meant for it to be answered? Then she would look stupid by not answering. 

In the meantime, though it seems Kaho had been busy trying to figure out what exactly had knocked everyone out. She’d come to the assumption that it was airborne, had caused their memory loss, and was better than a mallet to the head. While Yui could definitely agree to the mallet part, she was unsure about the rest. Still, Kaho seemed to know what she was talking about, so she decided not to question it to much.

"Hm, I guess so. I dunno much about this sorta thing so I really don’t have an opinion that’s worth much, but hey, you seem ta know a bit about it, so I’ll just take your word for it. I agree with the mallet thing, though. That would hurt like hell-an’ it mighta caused more damage than just plain knocking you out; it might kill you, if you aimed wrong or if the person has a delicate head or…something."

She was to address the comment on empathizing with the kidnappers-why did she keep say kidnappers? Weren’t they actually just upperclassmen? And besides, there’s no need for empathizing or not empathizing, when all of this was just a game or prank anyway-when the sound of people rushing somewhere caught her attention. She could barely make out the figures of people rushing to the locked door. Had they finally been let out? Was stage 2 of the prank in motion? She was curious to find out, and so was Kaho, judging by her next words.

"Yeah. Maybe we’re finally bein’ let out…or the next part of the orientation game thingy is ready. Whatever, I’m soooo ready to take on whatever they throw at us! Let’s go, Tsu-chan!"

[shslfurrier]

Kaho took a moment to further observe her new beanstalk of an acquaintance, unconsciously sniffing the air as the woman spoke her two-cents on the rats. She was incredibly tan, the furrier noted, supposedly from hours spent playing her sport in the sun -- it was a pleasant thought; so carefree, so fun! But regardless, it made Kaho scowl. She had always been rather a poor sportsman, and as a result had participated in very few sporting events growing up. Her skills in the field lacking, she was mocked relentlessly by classmates for her unsuspectingly deplorable coordination when it came to anything involving a ball, a net, a bat, or a base. In a word, she was jealous. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, she nodded at Yui.

"Don't strain yourself, Narita-san," Kaho said plainly, not necessarily intending for the sentence to sound as bitterly condescending as it did. Paying it no mind, she continued, "It's not like it matters anymore. The thing is, we got knocked out. By something. Dragged here against our will. And now what? We play 'I-Spy' with some invisible criminal mastermind until we get too fed up to continue, or somehow win. How fun."

She resisted rolling her eyes for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. While they'd been talking, quite a lot had taken place, from the clue to the door to frantic rush into the new area. As Yui had instructed, she took off in the direction of the newly agape door, endlessly curious though trying her best not to show it. 

"...Not by a long shot," Kaho sighed, in response to the other girl's suggestion that they had found an exit of sorts. She walked in a slow circle through the centermost corridor, peering in the direction of the various new rooms they'd been invited to explore. "At least one of us is able to put a positive spin on things," she chuckled rather humorlessly. "Eh, anyway. Where do you think we should look first? This-a-way? That-a-way?"

Kaho pointed in the directions of the doorways aimlessly, before taking it upon herself to spin in a single, elegant circle, eyes closed: her outstretched finger landed on the rightmost room. Random selection seemed the safest route. She blinked her eyes open, shook her head and the dizziness away, and then glanced at Yui.

"It's as a safe a bet as any. Let's go," Kaho muttered with a shrug, already walking toward the Guard's Room.

[jinseiyuuhara-blog]

[TASK 1 CONT.] Level B1 - Checkpoint! [OPEN]

A great kerfuffle breaks out all of a sudden, and it takes Jinsei some moments to osmose that it’s something about a riddle?  Suddenly everyone’s turning their bare cells upside down, searching for clues - it’s almost funny to watch, but he turns his hand to helping, not that he manages to find much of anything.  It turns out to be somebody he’s already met who solves it, finally, after a good five minutes of scrambling efforts.  After briefly congratulating Himeko on his way past - touching her shoulder lightly, in a way that’s friendly without being too forward - he squeezes through into the corridor.  It’s cramped enough here, so he stays true, heading up a small flight of stairs to the armory.

He takes a deep, cold breath as he enters the room.  No warmer… but he feels better for the space, at least.  Even the damp doesn’t bother him too much, compared to the weapons and shields lining the walls that catch his eye even in the low light.  As he glances round the room, Jinsei’s eyes widen.  Morbid.

“Somebody’s pretty dedicated to the ‘castle’ schtick,” He whistles through his teeth, impressed.  “Real nice set, though.  Shame about the circumstances…”

He takes his time wandering ‘round the room, touching the flat of the swords with his fingertips, confirming that they are in fact cold steel.  The thought sends a chill down his spine, and Jinsei savours the shiver.  Creepy, yes… but very cool.  He’s never been in the same room as a real sword before.

The tour comes to an abrupt halt, however, as he almost walks right in to another set of bars.  Reeling back, he reflects on how he’s not having a great day for head-on collisions with solid objects.  The gate is similar to that from the cell area, he notes, except behind it is a long flight of stairs, and little else.  It also seems to be a good bit sturdier - he grabs hold and shakes as hard as he can, and it doesn’t budge a millimetre.

Jinsei puffs out his cheeks and tips his head back, looking up to the ceiling, scanning the place for cameras.  If they really have been kidnapped, there’s bound to be one somewhere.

“No chance of another clue, dude?” he mutters. ”I’m sure we all just wanna get out of here in time for dinner…”

Oh, shit.  Wrong move: the thought just makes his stomach rumble.  His expression sours, as he swiftly downgrades this entire experience from worrying to irritating.

[shslfurrier]

During the whole lockey-riddley-findey ordeal, Kaho had remained rather impassive. She had fallen back after hearing wind of their mission, so to speak, seeing no point in joining the frantic hustle and bustle of an impromptu treasure hunt. It would have been far more ideal for the girl to have helped out, sure, but did that mean she was going to? Heavens no. The furrier's head hurt enough as it was, and to begin rummaging around between the crumbling mortar of the walls for some scrap of whatever was most definitely not part of her game-plan for the day.

Besides, it proved to be a wonderful opportunity to observe the abilities of her fellow students as a passive observer, without needing to give excuses as to why exactly she was looming. Some were analytical, others random. Some careful in their searches of the rooms, others... chaotic. Remarkably, the prissy miss with the golden crown was the one who came out victorious. Kaho followed after the rest of them once the door had been opened, apprehensive, into the space that lay beyond the claustrophobic quarters. Anything had to be better than the dingy, dank dungeon they had awoken to.

It was only slightly less cramped in the new area, with similarly dim lighting and not much improvement in terms of odor. But it was new, at least, and offered a vague promise of escape. Kaho took a random course, entering one of the eerie rooms to explore a bit. 

...Weapons. Everywhere. 

A shiver went through her at the sight of the grisly tools, far more daunting than any of the small, delicate blades with which she typically carved pelts. These were instruments of war, created with the intent of ending human life. These things would slice through bone with less than a second thought, needing only a halfway competent swing to steal an arm or a leg, or even a head. It was unsettling, to say the least. Kaho's gaze drifted unwillingly from the steel display to a staircase and another of the barred doors only some distance away, before which stood a slightly familiar black haired boy. 

Kaho took a few steps toward the stranger, arms crossed. This room made her feel on edge, but that didn't mean she would hull away in fear of some nonexistent threat. She was in no danger from her classmates, based on the evidence collected thus far, and so the weapons presently served as little more than especially gaudy wall decorations. She looked the boy up and down, a judgmental crinkle appearing in her nose, before being quickly replaced by a more detached expression.

"Hey, you. Is this a bad time? Having a, uh. Conversation with someone? I'd hate to interrupt. Honestly," Kaho muttered, tone flat, following Jinsei's eyes, and furthermore leaning to stare up at the ceiling. She saw no one, as was to be expected. The furrier turned to the boy and quirked an eyebrow. Everything about the him seemed loud, from his voice to his clothing choices to the way in which he composed himself. She squinted at the lemon-lime color of his jacket before continuing. 

"...Nah. I'm joking. You were looking for a camera, right? You think some sicko is watching us right now, leading us on a plainclothes goose-chase for clues? Sure. I'd buy it. Messed up, but reasonable. Do you have a name?" she asked him bluntly, not so keen on wasting her time with useless blather. 

[shslfurrier]

what a douche

[shslblogprincess-blog]

[Task 1] Through The Looking Glass || OPEN

[shslblogprincess-blog]

'Himekomori-sama?'

Just as it’s been a while since she’s been spoken to like this in general, it’s been just as long since she’s heard her name said in that particular tone of voice; to her credit, the girl covers it up with a cough, and a cleared throat, so it doesn’t seem like she meant to offend…

…But still, when she repeats her name back to her, with a hard-and-fast -san stuck at the end, it’s clear enough what she thinks of it; a whole lot of ‘not much’. Humiliation stings behind her eyes, and she can’t keep the girl’s gaze for more than a few moments, now, looking away with a sharp movement and keeping her line of sight firmly anywhere but her eyes.

(‘Look at me when I’m talking to you’, she can almost hear, but it doesn’t come.)

She would have been happy to remain silent, really — but the warning about her makeup catches her hook, line and sinker, and her hands fly to her face right away, gently swiping below her lashes to see if she can pick up anything. Her hands come away clean, but it might be bad in a way that she can’t see… and there are no mirrors, here. Despite the fact she’s thoroughly decided she doesn’t like this girl… she also doesn’t have any reason not to believe her, and looks back at her, finally.

"…Of… of course. Girl to girl… um, thank you for telling me, Tsukuda-chan. And… if Himekomori-sama isn’t okay, please call me Himeko-chan or… or even Himeko-san, if that’s not okay. I’d accept that, too, so… thank you for your understanding."

Anything would be better than Himekomori-san, or, worse, no honorific at all. 

"I think… I recognize your name. Tsukuda… Kaho, yes?" she continues, still absently worrying at her faice. "…You work with fur, if I remember correctly."

[shslfurrier]

It seemed as though Kaho had struck the nerve she'd been searching for. Despite that, something about the entire situation felt wrong. The air had never felt more unbearably dense, only being further accentuated by the already muggy pungent stench of limestone that sat stagnant in the dungeon. For a moment, the furrier felt a painfully strong pang of guilt course through her. Clearly this girl did not have bad intent, and was only attempting to play some sort of role. Where Kaho had seen an opening, a hypothetical weakness, she had gone in for the kill: the look of apparent humiliation that furthermore adorned the blonde girl's face made her own screw up with remorse. It had all been in good fun, and she had hardly expected the casual remarks to entice such ill feelings in her acquaintance. 

...No, no. That was a lie. Her intentions had been clear, and they had been cruel. The girl inhaled slowly and shook her head, a bit ashamed of herself. Not nearly enough so, however, to blatantly apologize.   

"...Himeko-san," Kaho muttered, trying out the slightly edited name. She lifted one hand up to rub at her elbow, nervously glancing to the side. "I was testing you, okay? It was a joke. No need to take it so seriously. That face you're making is making me feel fifty different shades of terrible. Your makeup looks fine. No worries." 

Kaho coughed once more, finally looking up to narrow her eyes at Himeko. It was surprising for someone to recognize her by name, let alone to know even a small amount about her chosen profession. For that much, at least, she was impressed. The furrier nodded her head carefully, contemplating how to word her next remark. 

"You've heard of me? Shocking. Honestly. Not because you look like an airhead, even. My stuff is sort of... obscure. Not to sound too pretentious. People just, as a rule, aren't so interested in the work of a peltmonger. Too messy. Too many moral subtexts. Etcetera, etcetera."

"What does that make you, then? Super high-school level Tsukuda-stalker? Eh -- Joking, joking. I really do want to know."

At that moment, a peculiar sound rang out somewhere down the hall. Kaho's eyes lit up as a crowd of the others went rushing past them, presumably toward where the barred door had been. She watched, rapt with attention, finally unable to resist the urge any longer. She nodded at Himeko before promptly taking off after the group.

"Sometimes, things are more than they seem. Look into the looking glass and see what’s not visible to the naked eye— that’s where you’ll find the key."

A riddle? Fantastic. Kaho briefly closed her eyes, taking slow breaths as if to compose herself. She had never been a fan of this sort of thing, and found the entire prospect to be beyond tiresome. Shoulder slumped, she began to halfheartedly search the various rooms. Under the grimy hay, in each and every dim corner. Nothing. Graciously, after only a short while, it seemed as though someone else had taken it upon themselves to actually locate the hidden object. The furrier walked briskly back toward the door, quite pleased to hear the dull 'click' as the key was inserted -- the creaking metal of the hinges was like music to her ears. Kaho paced in after the others, eyes wide as she took in their new surroundings.

It seemed only appropriate to pick up her conversation with Himeko where it had left off. She found the girl among the sea of heads, catching up and gracefully falling into step beside her. 

"Maybe my guess before wasn't so far off after all. You're... Super high school level sleuth? Gumshoe? Private eye? Who'd have thought, Tanuki -- er, Himeko-san."

[shslfurrier]

task 1 : maitake

[theshslvolleyballplayer]

Oh thank god, she wasn’t upset at her accidentally scaring the crap out of her. Good, she hadn’t messed up her friendship already at all! She let the smile on her face return all too easily, almost as if it had never left.

"Alright then! And yeah, this place is super weird. It’s really well-made; I can’t believe the level of detail they put into this-"

Wait, what? Was Kaho really implying that wasn’t actually just some random basement super decked out for the sole purpose of this prank? If the mold and damp and cells and rats had actually been down here for decades then…what was this place? Had the upperclassmen just stumbled upon it and gone ‘Okay, perfect place let’s put some hay beds and also 16 of our underclassmen in here’? It was an incredibly unrealitic stretch, but it was the only thing she could imagine that would make any sense.

Of course, there were the other options becoming more and more clear, but she didn’t want to think about those quite yet. Or at all, really. But if push came to shove and she had to accept those options as truth then she would. Adaptability while under pressure was something she had grown to understand as a valuable assest both on and off the court, and she could certainly adapt to any new scenario so long as she could ensure the safety of the other students as well.

"Oh? You think the rats are nervous just like us? I wonder if they were dumped in here with us; I mean I don’t think they run over people’s hands like that in normal situations, right? But um…sedatives? I dunno about that…I mean those are pills an’ gas and stuff right? I didn’t eat anythin’ before coming here and I didn’t smell any gas or nothin’ when I entered Hope’s Peak Academy…and I don’t think I would forget it if someone tried to chroloro-whatever me either…then again, I don’t remember anythin’ between entering the school and waking up here, so…"

That she couldn’t remember if she’d been knocked out or not bothered her; in fact if she had to choose something to be bothered about out of this entire thing, it was how she got here. True, she hadn’t passed out from gas or pills, but to chloroform her was no easy feet. They would have to be able to sneak up behind her, shove the drugged rag over her nose and mouth, and be able to contain her while the gas kicked in. Being as tall as she was, the assailant would either have to be even taller than she was, or have made her low enough for them to reach her; either by tripping her or making her fall to her knees…and she remembered nothing of the sort.

Perplexing-and worrying-indeed.

[shslfurrier]

Kaho watched as her new acquaintance contemplated whatever it was gigantic volleyball players contemplated, raising her own eyebrow in curiosity. Yui seemed at least a bit troubled at the prospect of a kidnapping, but... There was still an undeniable air of cheeriness about her. Everything about the girl seemed to emanate sunshine and elation, from her stature to her tone of voice, and even her talent. It was peculiar, though did not strike the furrier as particularly unpleasant. She blew a piece of hair out of her face when the taller girl mentioned the rats once more.

"Rats crave human contact just like you or me. It makes perfect sense. Is it really so wrong that the little fellows wanted to hold your hand for a minute, Narita-san?" Kaho asked, a minuscule grin pulling at the corners of her mouth.

She quickly forced it away, refocusing on the point at hand. This was no time for jokes. 

"Consider this. Being that they're basically softcore rat poisoning, it's not a long shot to assume that whatever stuff they put in the air might have caused some minor memory loss. Being without oxygen for even a few seconds can really shake your brain up good, machete-in-spaghetti style."

Kaho's tone was disinterested, her posture relaxed. She had studied a fair amount of biology in pursuit of a broader knowledge regarding the anatomy of animals, and in doing so, had unknowingly picked up a bit of vague information on such anesthetics. 

"...Based on that, it seems like a perfectly viable option. Besides, would you rather believe they just took a mallet to the back of your head? Sorry, blunt. Well, no -- I'm not. It's true. In a situation like this, general anesthesia would probably be the most humane option."

"That is, if you're one to empathize with your kidnapper. I'm not. It's all hypothetical," Kaho said cautiously, lifting one finger and pointing it at the volleyball player for a moment. 

Suddenly, the sound of a great many of shuffling feet rang through the dark corridor. She leaned slightly in the direction of the bustle, standing on her tip-toes as if it would grant her a better view. Despite her many attempts, it was no use: the hallway remained quite dark. 

"Something's going on down there. We should go see what it is," the furrier said rather urgently to Yui, upfront as ever. "Maybe they found a way out, right?"

[shslmikoism-blog]

✖ task one - luck doesn't get you anywhere these days

[shslmikoism-blog]

As if grabbing the torch on the wall provided no help, she squinted in the darkness at the figure in front of her. Mika would always retire at night once the sun was doing down, she never really enjoyed the darkness of things, but she always liked to gaze at the stars when she was at home. But this was different, unlike the free space that she enjoyed viewing, she was trapped in this damned place and now she was holding a burning piece of wood in her hands. At least it gave her some lighting of the person in front of her and some form of warmth. Although, she would have to put it back later, it would burn out soon enough and fire didn’t ever last forever.

This wasn’t some video game or movie for sure, but the picture sure fitted it enough. This place looked more suited for video games than the shit animes she often found her brother watching. She tried to lose her grip on worrying about her family, but she couldn’t help but think what the world was doing while they were stuck in dirty cells. At the very most, probably nothing.

“Excuse me?” She asked as the girl rolled her eyes, she raised an eyebrow at her. “Actually, no. What do you mean by one of those?” Sure, her faith and religion got a little overwhelming sometimes, but she never accepted to be apart of her. It was something shoved onto her. “My ‘get up’,” She raised her hand to move her fingers in an exaggerated quoting motion, putting stress in her words. “Is actually something I’ve never worn before, thank you very much.” Already well exhausted of this conversation, she sighed.

“So, once again. Excussseee me, Princess.” Mika usually didn’t heed such comments towards her, but if this was someone who was with her at this moment, she might as well talk to them. Setting the torch back in its right place, she crossed her arms in front of her. “The name is Mika Tsukiko, and I’m sure you already figured out my ‘oh so special’ talent. If you would so kindly like to reply back to me, I’m intrigued in who you are.” And who gave you the right to insult her?

[shslfurrier]

A formidable opponent had entered the arena, it seemed. Kaho resisted the urge to break into a toothy grin, knowing that in situations such as this, it was typically better to retain a face of placidity and indifference. It tended to get more of a violent reaction out of the opposing party, especially when their temper was as excitable as this girl's seemed to be. Either that, or she has just been raised with an exceptionally strict hand, and furthermore decided to rebel. Either way, it was strange, the furrier thought, for what appeared to be a shrine maiden to behave so very audaciously. But... It was interesting, too. Different. Kaho tilted her head and remained with an unfazed, if not a small amount exasperated, expression. 

"What does that even mean? I. Okay. So... you've never worn it before? These creeps just decided to put you into some kind of weirdo-debauched twenty dollar party city shrine maiden outfit? For kicks. Right," Kaho muttered in confusion, utterly at a loss. As she took in the sight of the detached arm warmers and cropped skirt, she felt her conviction failing her. Everything about it was strange. 

Before she knew it, her eyes were instinctively following the torch as it moved into its rightful place, where it finally stilled against the wall. She watched the flame curl dramatically for a few moments, before glancing quickly back at Mika. The flickering of the fire was unnatural, unhindered by the sway of the wind, and only served to remind her further how very trapped they presently were. She needed to distract herself, quickly, as not to threaten breaking face in front of her new acquaintance. 

...Princess? She felt a puff of air leave her chest that she didn't know she had been holding in. Who did this girl think she was...? 

"Tsukiko-san. Alright. Pleasure," the furrier muttered sarcastically. "My name is Tsukuda. I'm a furrier. In case you're unaware, that means I take battered up animal corpses and turn them into beautiful pieces of clothing. I'm sure we'll get along just fantastically," Kaho replied, voice deadpan as she frowned pensively at the braided girl. 

[shslfurrier]

task 1 : maitake

[ultimatepushover-blog]

Oh, God. Kaho was standing her ground quite well. Akira found anything that he wanted to say stuck in his throat—this is why he was no good as a president, girls were so much stronger and cooler than he was—

"Eh… er… sorry! Sorry, I’m not… particularly… in charge? I didn’t bring anyone here. But… uhhh… I am on the student council, so… I’ll take any complaints and forward them to our, uh… captor, presumably."

Nice. Akira hesitated before he slipped past Kaho and looked up and down the gate himself, placing his hands on the bars and not looking unlike a forlorn prisoner. His weary frown lasted for all of five seconds before he turned back to her and beamed again.

"Not that I don’t think you’re capable of, um, sticking it to them yourself. Right?" Akira punched the air for emphasis. "And… and… I’ll assure you I wasn’t told about any sort of weird dungeon initiation. Maybe Hope’s Peak is hush-hush enough to have terrifying entrance rituals, but I doubt anyone would go to these sorts of lengths…? Feels kind of illegal.”

Illegal, dangerous, weird. Here he was, fully aware of it and blissfully ignorant all at once. What use would he have to others if he let himself get upset?

"Ummm… that’s it. Wait."

Suddenly realizing that that wasn’t it, Akira clasped his hands together.

"…I’m Akira Sakai. Nice to meet youuu, …?"

He let himself trail off with his voice raising inquisitively as an indirect way of asking for her name. That was the way to do it.

[shslfurrier]

Kaho couldn't help but roll her eyes. This guy was a scatterbrain if she'd ever seen one -- and those glasses. Come on. Talk about a walking stereotype. He was lucky he was sort of charismatic, or else she'd find herself questioning the verity of his talent altogether. ...If you could really call it that. The furrier pulled a face of distaste, not working actively to conceal the blatant aversion which she was currently feeling.

"Alright, Mr. Pres. You're gonna have a little chat, then? With our captor? Good luck. I'm sure they'll be beyond happy to hear all of our complaints in an organized fashion -- we are here to attend a public forum, right? Discuss the petty problems we have with our school community? Talk about the logistics of the autumn festival? Yeah, of course," Kaho articulated sarcastically, before realizing that perhaps she had been a bit too upfront. Ah, well. There was no changing it. She was only being realistic. 

The furrier watched the boy as he placed his hands on the bars, her own eyes half-lidded in fair representation of her impassiveness toward the whole situation. 

"Having fun, there?" she asked him, turning to peer into the darkness that expanded beyond the rusted barricade. Her nose wrinkled up at his next comment almost comically, and she shook her head before replying.

"Sticking it to them... You're on about that again. Listen, Pres -- Sakai-san, was it? I hate to beak it to you, but I seriously doubt a strongly worded letter is gonna change their minds. If my suspicions are correct, we've been kidnapped. Think about it. Really think about it."

She rose an eyebrow at that thing he did with his voice. This boy was certainly peculiar.

"Ah. Right. My name. It's Tsukuda."