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Nagisa approaches your podium and stares you down, waiting for you to present your hands.
Xavier's hands are up. His sausagey fingers may be dirtied with ink, but they're not bloody. The only scars are old, sealed up long ago.
He gives Nagisa an understanding nod, tapping the bridge of his nose with the spoon.
Cannonball! || Xavier || Open
He looked at the new one. Shit these new kids still didn’t seem like they weren’t taking things seriously.
Well their reaction should be entertaining.
"…?"
He looked at the writing. Seriously Xavier, the fuck man? You okay?
Probably not.
He’d say something but that’d contradict the whole “I’m too broken to say anything.”
Shit I didn’t think this through.
Really Xavier, really? The only time you tell someone you can’t speak Spanish is in freaking Spanish! Luckily for Marco, Espagnol was close enough to Español that he managed to get the meaning. Besides that, Marco cemented the fact that this guy was a French dick.
Although Marco was usually slow at translating to Japanese, he was visibly shocked immediately when the boy claimed to be the sanest member of the group. SANE?! Unless he was Marco’s type of crazy there was no way he was actually sane, besides Marco did it for money and this guy wasn’t getting nothing!
"Then logically explain what you’re doing!”
Marco then shot a look to Yoshi, begging him to fill him into the deats.
"Logic is my forte, my good man. With the exception of telepathy and some kinds of demonic possession, everything can be logically explained if you open your eyes."
He waved one hand in front of his face, fingers curling into a fist. For a moment he stared at Yoshi, a consoling, sympathetic look forming on his face.
"Firstly, madame tore up my notebook. Uncouth and petulant as she is. Leaving me no place to write. But if I write here- yes, if I write here, all will see. And there is no power greater than a mass of people seeing the truth. Understanding. Mmmm."
He scratched the scars below his eye with the spoon. "I am trying to understand this place. The threat of my sister being harmed showed me that I have little time to do so. Knowing that my sister is safe is like grounding the universe. She is a sign that everything is okay. Chantal is fine, and she will remain that way, through the power of knowledge."
Cannonball! || Xavier || Open
Marco was in a super dark place as he walked out of the main hall. Frick that bear, how dare he think he could harm one feather on Lechuza’s head. Furthermore, how long were these jerks going to keep up the charade when no one here was buying it? It was honestly annoying.
Lechuza focused her intense eyes on the sideshow performer, aware of all the negative thoughts running through his head, animals were good like that. With a smile, he ran his index finger over her head, the feathers ever silky and a good way to remind himself of what was real. She was real, pretty much everything else couldn’t be trusted.
And speaking of which, Marco came to a screeching halt as he saw a man, one of his classmates, scribbling on a wall, mumbling to himself and holding up a spoon. He couldn’t recognize the words he was scribbling, but they looked to be English, and he didn’t need to know the meanings to know how offputting it is.
Maybe his wasn’t the best option, but he was already pissed off and having none of any of this.
“¡¿Qué está haciendo ?! ¡¿Está loco ?!”
He must not have noticed that he was still speaking Spanish.
The staccato shriek of the pen's tip sliding along the wall ceased, the word malignant trailing off with a fading black tail. Still gripping the spoon, he fumbled with the pen's cap, clumsily pushing it down with a click.
Xavier tilted his head, mopped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his jacket, and pulled his pocketwatch from inside. He was obviously trying to stall and avoid speaking to this riled-up ruffian until it was completely necessary. The watch didn't even tell the time, just emanated a steady tik, tik, tik and boasted a gilded eye.
Having ran out of ways to occupy himself, he turned to look at Marco.
"Je ne parle pas espagnol. You seem tense, sir. Fear not...! I am working on an explanation. I will understand all of this. I will understand everything."
His own words fascinated him to no end. Glancing over his mural, he tugged at his bandana- ensuring that it was covering his mouth, making perfect sure that it covered his mouth while he spoke, making himself absolutely certain- and turned back to the boy and his bird.
"I heard the word loco in there. I study the mind, and I can assure you, I am the sanest person in this building."
Cannonball! || Xavier || Open
He was stumbling along, not sure what to do. Or where to do.
Then he saw someone else was taking it worse than he was.
Comforting? Maybe. Did he care? Not really.
He stopped right where the other was about to write.
… Did he have a spoon on himself?
As long as Chantal is fine, I am fine. As long as Chantal is here, he is far away. He is far from here. He cannot open doors. As long as Chantal is fine, I am fine.
His mumbling stopped when the boy crossed his path, and for a moment he seemed confused, as if the situation was just too much to grasp.
"Monsieur," he said his voice higher and his accent more pronounced than usual, "Pardon me. I am trying to work. I'm sure you understand."
Cannonball! || Xavier || Open
The hallway was full of muttering. The big sign that Xavier Dalton, mystery gentleman and expert tantrum thrower, had cannonballed right off the deep end.
She’s fine. It’s fine. Chantal is fine. Chantal said everything would be fine.
The squeeeeeal of marker on tile is the only sound aside from Xavier’s feverish mumbles as he writes and writes- possibilities, theories, formulae, deductions, any explanation to what was going on.
A bad dream. A hallucination. An experiment. A joke. Chantal is fine. Aren’t you, Chantal? Yes. Chantal is safe. I am safe. I am fine.
The world around him didn’t exist anymore. If anyone were to sneak up on him, he probably wouldn’t notice until it was too late. He fumbled with the spoon in his other hand, twirling it between his fingers.
As long as Chantal is fine, I am fine. As long as Chantal is safe, everything is safe. Everything has reason. Freakish. Freakish. As long as Chantal is fine, I am fine.
He continued to murmur and scrawl down every thought his little parapsychologist head could think of. Deep in his work, he barely noticed the person approaching.
EXCUSEZ-MOI || Xavier || RE: Florence
He scowled at her.
Eyes- or, rather, eye, the milky eye seemed as vacant as ever- full of rage, he watched his notebook turn into confetti on the floor.
Breathing techniques, Chantal had told him years ago. Just breathe. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out. His darling sister’s advice came to mind, and he cooled himself slowly, breathing deeply.
Then he leaned in, almost at kissing distance.
"What caused your grotesque behaviour, madame? Poor upbringing? Was mother a painted whore? Did father run off gallivanting with strange men? Did a sibling take a tumble? Were you poorly potty-trained, madame?"
He reached into his coat and pulled out a bag of dice. “Madame, there must be a reason. Did a nasty young fellow break your heart? Did you have a bad first time? Were you lonely, did you hurt animals? Was life unfair to you, madame?”
Then he took the bag of dice, and he hit her upside the head with it.
"Or were you just born the unholy offspring of nanny issues and general gruesome manners, madame?"
Madame, in its sickly tone, had almost become an insult. Although his mouth, behind its mask, was pulled into a thin line, his eyes were grinning.
Speechless || Xavier || Trial post [RE: Akina]
His hand just hurt too much to write. Damn this motive, damn his reckless misadventures, damn it all. Carefully, he tugged his bandana up over his mouth and spoke in a deep, deep, deep head-filling voice.
"If I find out you’re lying, madame Akina, I will not be pleased. If you are innocent and you allow yourself to die, I will hold a seance and give you the chewing-out of an afterlifetime."
"You did tell me before, that your weapon was only for preventing murders. And the weapon could have easily dented the mask and killed the boy."
"But it just… doesn’t seem right to me. In my gut. The bucket was for mixing the chemicals to create the gas, and the stench of piss was not the villain’s general foul aroma but the ammonia, and your act was that of bravery and peacekeeping, but…"
He wrings his hand, wincing and reminding himself to not do that.
"I… I just… it doesn’t seem like you. You seem so well-balanced. You don’t seem like the kind to mercilessly beat him around the head like that. And… I might be being petty, but something just doesn’t feel right…"
Perfect || Xavier || Motive react
[I feel personally targeted.]
His eye was already beginning to itch, his back and his belly and his tongue following suit. He straightened his coat and took a small, slightly bloodstained handkerchief from the pocket, dabbing his eye with it.
[If nobody minds, I’m going to go and bleed somewhere.]
Limping away on a leg that already felt strained, he silently prayed that he didn’t count as an injury. Not he, it. That thing…
He flipped to a clean page in his notebook and began scribbling away. To find answers is the nature of a parapsychologist, and no question was bigger than this one.
Acting Awful Tough Lately | Chapter One | Florence | Ticket Area ~ Geodes Exhibit | (RE: Akina & Xavier)
"Alright alright! That is quite enough!"
She rushed in between the two of them, stepping in and pressing a hand to both their chests to keep them at bay of each other.
"There is not going to be a fight! We have no just cause to want to harm one another, is that not right? Take a moment, breathe deep."
She suddenly realized these were the only two, well, rational people in the museum she had spoken to. The Crusher Of Skulls did not count.
"Florrie, you are my friend, and Dolton-dono, we are allies in helping one another. Please."
Xavier went to one knee and began scooping up the haphazard dice, clearing the alphabet-soup of letters away. Ugh. He managed to calm himself with a quick internal repeat of his personal 'You're above that, Xavier, don't cause a scene' mantra, but god, this girl was so highly strung you'd think she'd have a harp up her ass.
[There ISN'T going to be another fight.]
[I wouldn't waste my energy with something so childish.]
He took a step back, all the dice collected.
[But there was no need to scream at me. I demand an apology.]
Acting Awful Tough Lately | Chapter One | Florence | Ticket Area ~ Geodes Exhibit | Open
Since everyone seemed to have branched off without her she thought it would be cool to go investigate on her own. Being alone wasn’t new and it certainly wasn’t all that boring.
She climbed the stairs and didn’t really pass anyone on her way up and she headed to the first exhibit she saw; geodes. How ironic, dull outsides with beautiful insides and then Florence. It was all quite funny.
The sparkling lights on the geodes reminded her of when she used to be on stage, and she couldn’t help it. She began to sing.
♪ I’m a nuclear-powered girl,
I could make your world burn
Risk your life and what you love
Because I’m unstable and destructive ♪
She had then began to do the little dance that had gone with it, and so she shook her hips and did a one eighty spin, stomping her right foot lightly, whirling her hips as she turned to face the entrance again.
♪ And my views are muta-ted-ted-ted
By this nuclear mind of mine — ♪
She stopped abruptly as she heard a noise. Oh no… Did someone hear her singing? This was bad. Really bad. She didn’t expect anyone to sneak up on her like this. Was this the end?
"Whoever the FUCK you are, just because I ate paper and like to sing doesn’t mean I’m weak!! If you try and kill me guess again! I’m in a room full of fuckin ROCKS!"
He'd only come to see the rocks! He only wanted to look at the geodes for a moment, he didn't even want to see another classmate- not after the few he'd met seemed hostile and itchy-fingered, raring for a scuffle! He'd only come here for peace and quiet- now this!
When he was yelled at, he stumbled backwards, instinctively going for a weapon- the first thing his hands found while grasping in the inventory of his coat wasn't his pointy-edged silver pendants or a vial of freshly consecrated acid, but a small bag of seance dice, which proved useless as they spilled out onto the floor, forming nonsense clusters of letters.
The air around her was like old-fashioned cough syrup. Thick and foul and sharp and waxy. He breathed heavily for a moment, sucking for high-pitched gaaaaasps of air, before slowly calming himself, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his purple bandana.
[Madam, in what universe was that even SLIGHTLY necessary?!]
This sloppily-written message was thrust in her face after fumbling for his dropped pen, which had followed suit with the dice after he tore them hastily from his coat.
On Edge - Motive Reaction - Ticket Area (Chapter 1) ((OPEN))
"Yes, ferry…Phara…pharmacy…those. Or, if they had it right in their title." She scoffed, making the gesture of putting a mask on and laughing maniacally. "Yet, that is none of my business. Do you require me to accompany you to talk to someone else? I legitimately have nothing better to do."
She kept thumbing her kendo sword in and out of it’s holster, going a bit stir-crazy it’d seem.
He nodded, immediately understanding what she meant. That curious young fellow in the mask and unfortunate getup was a prime suspect for any future murder, especially with such a title as 'evil genius'... and that nomme de guerre...
[Yes, he is a little suspicious, I admit.]
His eyes slunk to her restless fiddling with her wooden sword. Like a trapped animal who needed exercise. Huh. They were all trapped animals here.
[Sadly, I don't have much to do, either.]
[If only I had my diary, or my dreamcatchers, or my larger boards!]
[Unfortunately, I only have what's on my person to entertain myself with.]
[Would you like to explore, perhaps?]
On Edge - Motive Reaction - Ticket Area (Chapter 1) ((OPEN))
"Worry not, this is a tool for preventing murders. As the old saying goes, one sword drawn keeps another in the sheath." She immediately withdrew the shinai.
"A wooden sword isn’t going to kill anyone regardless, for a real blade would be more effective and desirable in the eyes of a killer. I do admit, I want to survey the class a bit more closely to see who might be the…what is that phrase…the ‘twitchy finger?’"
[Ah, intimidation value. I'm sure they fear you more than the bear anyway.]
He wasn't entirely joking, even though he shrugged and grinned a little to mimic a brief laugh.
[You'd be surprised what people will use to kill people.]
[Have you heard the old story of the woman killing her husband with a raw turkey then roasting it and feeding it to the detectives?]
[Crazy stuff.]
[There's a lot of terms. Twitchy finger, trigger finger, trigger happy. If only potential killers emitted pheromones to out themselves.]
Bruh not cool || Yoshi || Motive Reaction || Open
He stopped when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He tried to swat the hand away.
"What?"
He then noticed the guy, wow another shortie not surprising. He then noticed him… Writing something…?
"…The fuck are ya doin’…"
He then got shown.
"What am I doin’? I’m givin’ that piece of shitpiece of my mind…”
If looks could kill then this whole game would be over. Upon Yoshi's comment- while internally muttering the fuck's it look like I'm doing?- Xavier gave him the most stern, threatening look a short, stout boy in winged eyeliner could muster.
[You are being a child. Rampaging around like a mad creature never solved anything.]
[Think, you dolt. Giving it a piece of your mind won't do much if there's not much on your mind in the first place.]
On Edge - Motive Reaction - Ticket Area (Chapter 1) ((OPEN))
"Insidious? No, in fact I’ve only witnessed moral actions since I’ve been here. Minus that of Monobear-dono, the dishonorable bastard that he is. Ainsw—Florrie, and I cleaned the girl’s bathroom together. Other than that, I’ve not spoken to a single soul in the school but you and her."
She pulled her shinai from the holder on her uniform, tossing it up lightly and catching it by the hilt, giving it a slight spin as it went in the air. “This is the only tool I require for stopping a murder. I couldn’t in good mind call myself a Super High School Level Kendoka if I wasn’t skilled with it.”
He was about to scribble down a reply but he jumped back a little as she drew that beast of a sword. A practice sword, but a weapon nonetheless! He backed away a few steps, brows drawn into a scowl, but he quickly regained his composure and silently coughed into a fist.
[Well, that's an impressive thing you've got there.]
[Looks like you can definitely defend yourself from anything that comes your way, hmm?]
[But still, doesn't help my search. Still fruitless.]
[I'm trying to weed out any possible killers. Stop any foolish, uneccessary deaths.]
Did he look sad a second there? It was hard to tell.
On Edge - Motive Reaction - Ticket Area (Chapter 1) ((OPEN))
She raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the notepad.
So, she thought, one of those bizarre lot.
The irony of her pretending to be a female samurai of the modern day was lost on her.
"Well, if you’re going to ask what was in my envelope I politely decline to answer. If you’re thinking because I am physically the strongest among us, then do not worry, for I shall not raise a hand against the innocent. I draw my blade only to vanquish the wicked."
He seemed almost taken aback at her comment, as if she had directly insulted his honour, or said something rather horrid about his mother, even putting a hand to his chest and leaning away, letting out a high-pitched gasp. This proved to be sarcastic (wonderful acting but sarcastic nonetheless), and he returned to seriousness.
[Madam, I wouldn't dream of invading your privacy like that.]
[Also, good. I should hope not. I don't want anyone to raise hands against anyone. Uncouth and foul.]
[Although I am glad you have a plan if you are attacked. If one of the wicked little beasts comes at you, you surely know how to defend yourself.]
[Which leads to my second question. You haven't seen any suspicious activity, have you? Any signs someone may be planning some insidious act?]
On Edge - Motive Reaction - Ticket Area (Chapter 1) ((OPEN))
Akina took a moment out of her internal thoughts to glance at the source of the light tap she had felt. She was presented with, well, who she considered the odd one out amongst the others, being probably the only person here she’d have difficulty bench-pressing. Not that she’d brag about using other people as weights, or try to insult someone with her inability to, but it was an observation nonetheless.
"Yes? Excuse me, do you require something of mine?" She protectively crumpled her envelope and pocketed it, before turning completely to face Xavier.
"Akina Tsumori, Super High School Level Kendoka." She punctuated her greeting with a bow. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I am sorry that I am so late with greeting you."
Ah, she seemed pleasant enough. Not dangerous (or, rather, immediately dangerous), and polite. He shook his head quickly at the thought of needing something from her- oh no no!- and quickly began to write down his greeting.
[It is a pleasure to meet you, madame Akina.]
[My name is Xavier Dalton, SHSL Parapsychologist. Charmed.]
He showed her this and bowed deeply, taking a moment to examine her. Her posture, her form, how she held herself, everything essential in taking her apart and guessing exactly what she was.
[I came here to ask you a question or two. Simply to preserve the safety of myself and others.]
Bruh not cool || Yoshi || Motive Reaction || Open
… He blink. Yoshi was getting used to the whole situation. No one was found dead yet so that was good right? He was also sleeping better despite having Was that thing really going to push murder? Christ. Feh. Secrets? What was the worst that thing could di- Oh no. Shit. Shit fuck shit.
"Where did y-… I meant cool. I don’t care. HELL HERES MY FUCKING SECRET!"
He then flips the bear off. Classy. Well time to head back to his dorm.
"..."
Again, Xavier's catchphrase silence, his signature silent sigh and a cock of the eyebrow. He began to storm after the boy to give him a stern talking-to about holding your tongue, perhaps teach him some mind-over-matter meditation techniques.
Quickly catching up with him- he may have had longer legs than Xavier, but the parapsychologist really knew how to run (the job required it sometimes)- he patted him on the shoulder hard and began scrawling down his strongly-worded letter.
[What do you think you're doing, you clod?!]
