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@shslspeedcuber
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I’m still screaming over that trial god damn
[Execution 001] Tinged Thorns
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two hot babes in speedos
ignore the flaws focus on those buns
i don’t know where anyone got the weird idea that someone is going to die in fatal frenzy
task 3 | panic station
The white-haired girl’s screams snapped Naomi out of her own horror. Without knowing why (the kid was a stranger to her, and no way did she want to get closer to Mamoru’s body), she found herself approaching the girl’s side and firmly grabbing her by the arm.
"C-C’mon…you can’t just…stay here…"
Why had he done it? Naomi was sure Mamoru hadn’t known this girl’s name, either. He’d known why they were down here and wouldn’t let them leave, but was also willing to give his life for one of them? His freaky little cat creation was even crying its eyes out. Nothing made sense, and it gave Naomi the creeps.
In any case, she tried turning the girl away from the sight of the corpse, and gave her a little shake in hopes that it would stop her screaming. Naomi really didn’t want to have to slap her or something.
Oh, not a good idea.
Being touched by someone else was something Fukumi really did not like. Although she had clung to others clothing before the act of actually grabbing her body and tugging was one she was uncomfortable with. Attempting to move her person with her best interest in mind wasn't something she was sympathetic to and doing so while she was currently feeling emotionally compromised was the worst thing Naomi could've done.
Regardless of the other girl's intent, may it be good or bad, Fukumi instinctively tore her arm away and jerked in the opposite direction. In doing so she nearly stepped onto Mamoru Nomura's body and watched as her feet fumbled and she flopped to the ground beside the fallen mechanic.
Fukumi's chest hurt. Her whole frame was pale as a ghost and stiff as a dead body. In having rejected the other girl's attempts at pulling her away she made no reply other than strangled sounds of displeasure. Even now on the floor she just floundered for words until what she was trying to say eventually came out.
"Don't touch me!"
Like a small crab the Speedcuber began to crawl away from the body. Her room was so far away. At least if she could just get far enough that she didn't have so many people swarming her it would be better.
task 3 | panic station
Eiji hadn’t even met him but they were certain on one thing; Mamoru Nomura was a mystery and always will be.
"……………."
A sensation familiar to Eiji struck them like how the sharp objects shot right through the man, causing both bodies to fall to the ground. They couldn’t move. It took a couple of seconds to completely register what just happened. A man was killed right before their very eyes and they couldn’t do anything about it. Why did it have to happen?
Once Eiji had recovered from their temporary blank out, they were met with the screams of a girl. So it was all real. They couldn’t ignore and push everything away, that’s almost impossible. Eiji disliked loud noises - nearly terrified of them, in fact - but a reaction like that is expected in such a situation. Somehow, they found themselves kind of crawling towards the girl, struggling to get onto their own two feet. Eiji staggered towards Fukumi, tears pricking the ends of their eyes. Something deep down told them to attempt calming her down. Highly unlikely to happen but they’re giving it a shot anyway.
"Wh… What did he do to d… deserve this…? Nobody… would… It must be some kind of mistake… r-right…? Calm down, p-please—"
"Eugh, wh… who am I kidding…"
Their plan has already backfired before even forming it properly. Oops.
Upon arriving to this place Fukumi wanted to scream and cry and tear her hair out but she resisted the urge, resisted it knowing that it would help none and it would likely only serve to agitate the others. It was in this moment that she could not rightly care if others were affected by the way she screamed at the top of her lungs. The toes of her shoes were so close to the blood that lingered before them. Her body could've been there. Her body should've been there.
The voice of another person rang from beside her but didn't necessarily get through. Fukumi at least knew it was someone whom she hadn't spoken to before by the way they carried their voice and so she bothered to pull her tear filled eyes away from the body adorning the floor to see who it was.
A flower crown... nothing quite said 'I come in peace' quicker than an assortment of petals, Fukumi figured. The best thing Eiji had done was keep their distance and not force her into interacting.
Fukumi's screaming began to cease as she panted over and over, trying to catch her breath. She'd yelled so much she almost thought her stomach was going to rise out of her esophagus any minute now. Nausea wracked her body and her head began to spin.
"We--wuwuwu... We're all going to die here. I don't - hic - I don't wanna die."
The girl only scooted a few inches further away from the body before plopping onto her behind as if she were defeated. Fukumi turned away from Mamoru's corpse and held her stomach, feeling as if she couldn't move a single step.
"I don't..."
task 3 | panic station
Every moment that Mamoru Nomura was within her line of sight, Fukumi only had the nastiest, dirtiest looks to offer him. She didn't take part in any of the arcade games and stayed low and to herself for the most part as if she couldn't honestly be bothered to socialize with anyone else. They'd solved the apparent mystery, discovered the other game master and appeared to be doomed to a life of frivolity. Fun.
It all seemed to change in a single moment when they were all called to the station platform. What she wasn't expecting to see was another toy just like the cat and even moreso the dark demeanor that the stuffed animal carried with it was bizarre to say the least.
Looking to make an example out of one of them, the bear who introduced himself as their headmaster turned the arms of his aggression toward her and she could've sworn she saw her life flash before her eyes. Shock filled every part of her and her hand lifted up to clench her chest. It was like she were in physical pain before a single weapon met with her flesh, and then none did. Instead that man she'd given the nastiest looks toward was now dead in front of her. It all happened too fast and she couldn't even see him hit the ground. She just remembered looking down to find his body laying there and in the chaos she wondered just how long he'd been laying there.
White noise bubbled in and out of her ears and her breaking point rushed to the surface.
"Why...?"
Words were having a hard time forming on Fukumi's lips. Her body shivered like she were naked in a frigid room and the scream that shot from her vocal cords sounded just as bare and vulnerable.
"WHY?!"
Tears broke through and poured down over her cheekbones. Her composure was completely lost at the sight of this massacred corpse laying in front of her, knowing that it should have been hers. All she could do was scream and howl incomprehensibly without regard for anyone around her.
And Fukumi wouldn't stop.
Fatal Frenzy sketches- so many nice interactions already hhhhhh-
me trying to get back into character
i dont know what this is
[HIROSHI] Task 1 - The Hell Was That
Folding his arms, Hiroshi nodded in thought. Yes… That cat had mentioned another game master, didn’t it? It certainly sounded like a good main objective if anything. Whoever that person was, that person is most likely got the answers to everything. Why they were here, where in the world they were, and why the hell they were actually brought here for.
His eyes widened slightly as he was tugged off of the train by the seemingly eager white haired girl. Whom he realized he still didn’t know the name of. But before he could ask for it, they were already on their way. As they came to a stop in the new area with what looked to be places of leisure for those who would visit this place.
Hiroshi recalled that this was called a game station or… whatever. Something along those lines that gave him the impression that this place was meant for at least some sort of public use, perhaps as a place of entertainment. His attention was drawn towards the Silver Bullion Cafe first, however he decided to shrug that off and took a mental note to visit it later.
The next thing his eyes were drawn to was what looked to be an arcade with a sort of ribbon blocking the way.
"Alright… I guess?"
God this girl really was dead set on him being the protagonist of some sort of video game, huh. Letting out a sigh, he walked over to the arcade and looked down at the ribbon that created a sort of flimsy barricade between him and the door. Reaching over it, he tugged on the handles of the doors.
Locked. Go figure.
Turning back to Fukumi, he shook his head. “Locked. There goes my naturally good instincts huh.” Looking over to the left he notices another door near the cafe. “Hey uh… Sorry I never got your name but, there’s another door over there. Let’s check that place out.”
He walked over to the other door and placed his hand on the handle and the door swung open with ease. Huh.
Before entering the room Hiroshi turned to Fukumi, gesturing to the room with a nod of his head.
"Ladies first."
It wasn't Fukumi's intention to drag off this kid against his will but if that's what she needed to do to get this show on the road, that's what would happen. The texture of Hiroshi's jacket felt nice on her fingers so there was zero chance of her just deciding to let go any time soon. Plus, it felt good to just tug someone along that would walk with you. Not sure why.
Probably had something to do with the fact that she didn't socially interact with people often nor did she like physical contact, but clothes were okay. This was the sort of platonic intimacy she was okay with, like the feeling you get when your friends arm nudges yours casually and you're aware of their presence and comforted by it.
Or some shit like that, Fukumi didn't know.
Watching as Hiroshi's first attempt at opening the door didn't succeed, she puffed her cheeks out with a clear explanation.
"You never go for the action that leads straight to the next section of the game immediately. You always gotta check the side areas first to make sure you don't miss anything."
It's not like Fukumi needed to say any of this as Hiroshi likely could care less whether he really was up to snuff or not, as far as being a protagonist goes. Still, she felt the need to reinforce her pre-established theory so no holes could be poked into it.
As they marched over to the other door beside the cafe in all of its nondescript glory, Hiroshi showed himself to be quite the gentleman by letting her gain entry first. Without so much as even saying a thank you, she slid inside with her hand swatting at the wall for the light switch. Fukumi's eyes darted about as if she were expecting something or someone to be here. She was on the hunt for that cat and whomever put them in here. All there seemed to be were some boring brochures on the table and some sofas.
[TAKUMI] 1ST PERIOD - FACE OFF.
Takumi, despite initially finding it quite difficult to converse with Fukumi, was now strangely beginning to warm up to her. He wasn’t sure how much she actually liked him to be honest.
“Um… I’m not exactly sure what those words mean but sure!”
Nice going Takumi, now you look like an idiot in front of your new friend. He frowned, lowering his gaze anxiously to his feet. Academics were never his strong point, particularly science and mathematics. What he lacked in that department, he made up for in his physical ability and sense of teamwork within sports, He glanced upwards and caught Fukumi making some sort of attempt to smile. It warmed his heart a little and gained his courage gain.
“It’s hard… especially if you haven’t really had many friends like me. That’s why I’m so quick to apologize for myself. I don’t wanna scare anyone off y’know?”
Of course he didn't know what those words meant.
Good thing Fukumi kept that relatively mean thought at the back of her brain. Even she could tell that if she said that out loud she would only be inviting negativity and that wasn't what she wanted. To be honest, Fukumi found it difficult to get people to do as she hoped. She didn't know what to say to make people feel more comfortable or like her, it was always just random guessing with her. It was for that reason that she often abandoned trying to please people and just hoped that her natural manner of behavior was acceptable to them.
When he stared down at the floor, Fukumi pouted her lips a bit, thinking that he were looking down at her clothes or something. Too many times people commented on how it was silly to wear long sleeves with a skirt or how her leg warmers were uneven. Did they even know how difficult it was to get them exactly even and get them to stay that way?
Oh, he wasn't looking at her clothes, she reasoned after he spoke up again, giving her this smile she found bizarre.
"Not everyone will like you. Some people will hate you for no reason. Some people will stick around even if you're rude. I think you should just act however you want, unapologetically, and find the people that like you then."
The words came out... strangely. It was clear that she had a good meaning behind what she was saying but the words still felt oddly careless.