SWEATER WEATHER

don't touch me nerds Hey there!! I'm Amaya Kimoto, yeah yeah? I'm the resident SHSL Weathergirl, so you better not forget about me! ;D

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Orino nearly jumped out of her skin when someone walked in front of her. How could she not notice this right off the bat? Her nerves began to rise until her sleep-deprived brain registered the “stranger" as her friend Amaya. Orino felt relieved as well as idiotic over this...

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Amaya smirked, watching the girl's reaction. "Eh, maybe cause you looked like a zombie?!" She teased, before lifting her arms up and grinning at the girl. As she had previously decided upon, anything to take her mind off of their situation. Escapism through relations was just another way to go about it, and it was certainly the method that she had grown most accustomed to over the years. Even if the whole ordeal had left her a bit more moody and prone to misconduct than usual.

"For real, though, are you sure you're good?" She tilted her head and withdrew her arms from the air, placing them instead on her hips. A minor slip up in her perfectly composed facade, but hey, who was going to be counting? She figured she was allowed to make a single joke, and it certainly couldn't hurt, looking at the state that the girl before her was in.

She hesitated; girl sounded so harsh, but the term friend was almost too abrupt. Like popping a balloon. So sudden and unexpected and not entirely unwanted. But she reasoned that, also like the ridiculous metaphor of a balloon, these sorts of friendships could disappear at any given moment. Given the circumstances of their situation, Amaya wasn't so sure she quite wanted to risk that.

Nevertheless, friend or just good acquaintance, Amaya was never one to be lacking in charm and affability. No matter how distrusting she was. Continuing on, she trilled, "Well, hey, I'm sorry to have caught you off guard! Let me make it up to you, yeah yeah?" She laughed, stroking her chin. "We could go exploring, or make food! Or something else exciting," She shook her head, deep in thought considering possible activities inside the school.

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...Orino never missed a night of sleep before, whether it be due to stress or a fun night out. It felt like weights were dragging down her limbs, and she walked towards the bathroom to try to make herself presentable. The figure in the mirror was not a pretty sight. Her puffy eyes held a small dark tint around them, and she grimaced at her splotchy face. Orino brushed away the rancid taste from her mouth and decided not to bother with anything else. It wasn’t like she was going to meet someone today, why bother looking nice when everyone else feels like shit? Orino walked through and out of her room, shoving her keys into her pocket. Not sure what to do now, she began to aimlessly down the halls like a mindless zombie.

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Waking up so early had, nicely enough, left Amaya with other things on her mind than yesterday's tragedy. Like the thoughts of wondering why on this bleak planet she was up so god-forsakenly early in the morning. She was as groomed as she always was, at least; she could hardly stand to leave her room with her hair and clothing looking anything less than camera ready. Her face was sullen though, and she didn't do much to hide it. In her case, though, you couldn't tell too much past her makeup. She just looked bored, instead of upset.

Her expression was rather listless, she did have to admit, as she paced wearily around the hallways, not even motivated enough to get a start on breakfast. She didn't like much of anyone here, save a very select few. And even then, she couldn't explicitly trust them. Blind trust would get her nowhere, she had to remind herself, no matter how much she wanted to rely on someone. Amaya had definitely decided that she was on her own at this point. If a knight could die, or even just a bystander, then who was next?

She certainly didn't want to find herself in a position as pathetic as a victim here. Or even worse, to find herself on the execution block for killing someone. She shuddered at the thought. Punishment and retribution were even crueler mistresses than she had once thought. But she was sure she wasn't the only one shaken up; her thoughts were proved as she saw a familiar face down the hall.

She snapped herself out of her thoughts and raised her eyebrows, her mouth quirked in an odd, almost judgmental manner. "Orinooo-oh, oh no." She stopped in front of the girl, waving her hand in front of her face. "You're not gonna run me over, right? Ahah, right..." Though it was rather hard to be concerned with someone other than herself, or so Amaya reprimanded herself internally, it was okay to feel a bit of sympathy every now and again, especially to someone who wasn't terrible.

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The trial wasn't so bad, she had tried to convince herself as she kept her mouth surprisingly shut the entire time. She wasn't under suspicion, there was no reason to think her the culprit. For good reason, as she had never intended to murder for that bear's vile causes and bribes. Her usually peppy self didn't even try to add anything to the discussion, as she still tried to get her mind off of the body she had seen earlier; that they had all seen.

This whole trial system was disgusting, pitting students against each other in such a cruel manner. And what if they voted wrong in the heat of the moment, jumping to a wrong conclusion? She clutched her podium and sent the occasional glare at their headmaster, angrily muttering under her breath. She dreaded voting. She dreaded all of it, every single twisted moment.

The further discussion of the matter just left her scowling and feeling even more helpless. Control was her one saving grace in life, and not having it disgusted Amaya. Nobody deserved this, whatever this was; not that poor knight, or that otaku kid. Not even that cult leader.

The execution left her reeling, and she did her best to tune it out. Her eyes were shut tight so all she heard were the screams of her classmates. She held down her own, shockingly enough, clenching her hands over her ears. Just because the execution was public didn't mean she had to give in and watch.

She wasn't sure if she could blame that Minami chick for all she had done; murder was inexcusable, but she did have her own reasons, she supposed. They all did. She had just chosen to act on hers first. Before departing for her own room at the end of what Amaya affectionately wanted to call the worst day of her life, she gave a weary glance at her classmates. She wondered if sooner or later, someone else would act.

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Sleep had graced her, shockingly, as soon as she had made it to her room. Amaya found herself awake on the floor of her room, not even managing to make it to her bed. She sat up and stared at her hands, disgusted at her own behavior. "Surely you can be more civil than that," She snarled, standing up and getting on with making herself presentable before putting on something that wasn't stained in the horrible memories of a previous day.

Amaya glanced at the clock and realized that it was still pretty early in the morning; but that couldn't stop her from wandering about, right? Slipping on her shoes and a sweater with a snowflake on it, she peered outside. Deciding against her better judgement, she made her way down the hallway, her glance nervously flitting around. She could barely be bothered to conceal her obvious discontent, not even attempting a smile yet.

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Once Amaya had heard that dreadful news followed by that blood-curdling scream, she momentarily forgot how to breathe. She stopped dead in her tracks, and her expression shifted around uncomfortably, as if not sure what to settle on. Between the flickers of grimaces and anger, she shakily brought her hands up to her face and rubbed her eyes. After than, she slapped her wrist. Anything to prove that this was all some dreadful nightmare. 

Though she had seemed pretty okay on the outside, their entire situation held into account, Amaya had remained in vehement denial of it all. She had refused to address it, to even think about it. To do anything that would make being trapped in one of the most prestigious schools anything less than some big practical joke. Even now, she didn't want to believe it, as she began moving toward the location without really thinking it through.

Her expression had settled on a twitchy, nervous frown in her efforts to keep herself from crying. It was working thus far, though it probably looked a bit weird to any outsider. This is just some dumb initiation, some big stupid insensitive joke, she tried to convince herself, though any attempt was half hearted. That scream couldn't have been faked; she knew that it was too shocked, too convincing. Too afraid.

She found herself outside the boy's bathroom, but couldn't quite find it in herself to approach the body just yet. There were other students there now, too. Ones she had met and ones she hadn't quite gotten around to meeting. But what did any of it matter now that she knew that her classmates were capable of setting aside their moral standings and killing. Amaya's eyes grew wide as she began to realized who it was who was killed. The knight, of course, of all of the people to die. Out of everyone, he was undoubtedly the strongest; how else would one even go about becoming a knight? If a knight is the first one dead, what chance do I have...? Her hands shakily clenched, as she desperately tried to calm herself. 

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"Oh, thank you!" The brunette cried out, excitedly. In one swift motion, Alice clasped her hands, raising them to her chest as she did so. Her credulous red eyes peered into Amaya’s in excitement. It was evident that in just a few seconds, the weather girl had managed to brighten the brunette’s day. It was no wonder that Victor had referred to her as “Sunshine" before...

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Amaya wasn't expecting such an intense reaction from her new companion, but then again, she wasn't sure what she had been expecting. Maybe something to match the girl's sweet, demure appearance. It was no matter, though, as Amaya quickly made an effort to match the excited tone that Alice produced. "Of course, it's no biggie!" She grinned, looking the girl in the eyes. 

"Your room, ehhh? I bet it's just as cute as you are~" She teased, giving her hand a quick twist in the direction that she remembered the dorms being in. After all, she had looked at the map long enough to know in a general sense where most everything on this floor was. "Shall we get going, then? I'd hate to stall you for too long. I'm sure that you have people to meet, places to go," She smirked for a moment, but then stopped to think about what she had said.

Amaya realized with a small pain that this was rather sadly untrue. They were locked in a school with fifteen kids in total, and there wasn't much of anywhere to go on the first floor at present. Save, of course, the kitchen. She shook her head, trying not to let this get her train of thought bother her. "Are we just gonna stall all day? C'mon, our dreams await!" she exclaimed, turning to go.

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Alice scanned the room for someone she might be able to view her video with, but it seemed as though most people were a little more than eager to watch their dreams unfold before them. She couldn’t help but feel awful, unable to comprehend why they would so hurriedly give in to Monobear’s demands. After all, that’s what the bear wanted...

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Amaya had hardly intended to watch the abomination of a video that she clasped in her hands, let alone with another classmate. Personally, she had spent a couple intense seconds awash in a sense of loathing toward the thing, wondering what the best way to dispose of it was. She was certain that the trash room had an incinerator with which to burn it. But, then again, she could probably drown the tape too in her own restroom. Certainly it was a lot less of a hassle. 

She was about to consider what the finer points might be of chopping it up and feeding it to some unknowing, dimwit of a student when she found that one poised girl from earlier come up to her. She tilted her head to the side and gave a warm smile, waving the girl over. It only took a few moments for her to mentally assign a name to that face, though it wasn't such a hard task, especially considering Amaya hadn't met quite as many people as she had expected of herself.

"Alice Uehara~!" She rang out, giving her peer a little wink. "My my, what a pleasant surprise," She clucked before listening intently to what the girl had to say. Throwing it around in her head, Amaya did have to admit, the idea appealed to her on some level. While she didn't have much interest at all even thinking about what would be on her tape, the idea of seeing someone else's was intriguing. Especially this girl, with her being so reserved and demure. Surely, she had interesting things to hide. Amaya nearly held her breath, hoping that she wasn't as predictable as she appeared.

 "Also, would you mind terribly if I just called you Alice? You can, of course, call me Amaya! Normally, I'm all for formalities, but seeing as to how we are friends, y'know," A sweet smile crossed her face as she tucked her envelope under her arm. "Well, as much as I would love to have my tape exposed for the entire school to see," She continued, referring to the cinema that their headmaster had not so graciously set up for them, "I think doing it in one of our rooms would work out best, don't you agree?"

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When that deplorable excuse for an announcement rang out over the intercom, Amaya went to her room to grab her umbrella. There was no way she was letting another good sweater be ruined by whatever 'confetti' that ridiculous bear planned to have raining down upon them, especially after what he had done to her sun one. Today's sweater was a storm cloud with a bit of thunder jutting out of it, mostly because that is how she had felt after being kept up all night lamenting over what that bear had told them.

As she had walked into the gymnasium, she had tried to steel herself.  She almost wouldn't have gone to their gym meeting, if not for the fact that she felt the need to keep up public appearances. In addition, their headmaster, awful as he was, certainly didn't seem like he was kidding. No practical joke would has gone as far as to have a storm of entrails and blood shower the bright, eager new students who just wanted to attend some ridiculously hyped up high school. After that first assembly, she felt as if nothing would surprise her now.

What she hadn't expected, though, was this supposed murder incentive that was provided. Amaya's mouth quirked into a frown as she went up to retrieve her envelope from the table. Taking it back in her hands, she was fairly skeptical as she looked it over, staring at the wax seal that separated her from what was apparently a video of her dream.

She scoffed, her grip on it tightening. Pathetic, she scrutinized, this guy is trying to tempt people via magical wish granting? As if. Her expression hardened to a glare, and while she was hoping nobody was looking, it was hard to disguise her disgust. Relying on such a phony concept as magic is despicable. Achieving your dreams is meaningless unless you work to do it yourself. Amaya tried to calm herself, fidgeting with the umbrella that she had apparently brought for nothing.

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Orino found a sink and turned it on, splashing some water on her face. “It’s worth a try! But at least you’ve got other shirts to wear!" She flashed smile towards Amaya before washing her head in the water. “Isn’t great to have short hair? It’s easy to clean plus you look really cool with it! Of course, you’ve got the superior hairstyle. It looks like a storm cloud, yet you’re a little ray of sunshine!"

She laughed at her own joke, standing up straight to wash off her arms. “Ah, but seriously it was great of you to go and do this, you know? I don’t even know what I’m gonna do to repay you…!" She laughed again. “But I am gonna do something nice for you though. It’s gonna be a surprise, but I bet you’re gonna like it!" Orino grabbed a paper towel and wiped herself off. “Tomorrow, though. It’s too late right now for me to do anything."

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Amaya nearly snorted at her comments. A little ray of sunshine? She had promised herself not to grow fond of any of the kids here, but weather was her rather obvious vice. "Oh, your hair is just as cute, please!" She exclaimed with a wave of her now thankfully clean hands. "I would never be so daring as to try something like that style, but it definitely suits someone with such unique talents," She continued before scrubbing her face with an ungodly amount of paper towels and soap. 

After that, she just had to rinse her rainboots, which wasn't too much of a hassle. There were still little flecks of blood in her hair, but she couldn't do much about that until she had access to a shower. Now decidedly more clean than she was previously, Amaya felt elated as compared to how she had before. She perked an eyebrow at Orino, a curious pout crossing her face. "Surprise? You can't just tell me now~?" She whined, slipping her shoes back on. "Whatever, missy miss, I'll be seeing you in the morning!" She laughed, smoothing her shirt down, though it was plenty wrinkled already from the day's 'excitement'. All things considered, though, this Orino chick wasn't as dreadful as she had initially expected. 

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Although he was in such a state, Victor Bamford couldn’t help but be impressed by how Amaya responded to this entire nightmare. Here he was, frightened as ever and she was there, taking care of him if at all possible. He would have to make a mental note to replay her for this later, if at all possible...

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Amaya continued to fidget with her hands, having her fingers drumming up against her side with random rhythms. She kept on telling herself internally with venom certainty that she couldn't think about what the horrible bear had said, no matter what. She had to keep her resolve, continue powering through this. Don't let anyone see you falter, she scolded herself, gritting her teeth a bit behind her delicately pursed lips smile.

She wanted to continue being in disbelief about those warped instructions, having to kill someone so as to accomplish getting out of this twisted school. People had always been easy to confront in the real world, so much easier to twist around her finger and to get what she wanted. She wondered if that would be the case here, when everyone was so unsure. Although Amaya hated to admit it, she was afraid. Scared of what might rear its ugly face when push came to shove.

This is why, she supposed, she felt a bit safer when talking to Victor. The boy seemed; well, to put it in a way that might insult his masculinity of all things, helpless. He outwardly appeared how Amaya felt inside, and she could definitely identify like that. She nearly made a mental note not to entirely trust any of the people that were able to walk out of the gym with little difficulty, but then she would feel a bit hypocritical. Then again, I don't think I would trust myself too entirely either, she groaned.

"Goodness, don't be sorry!" She snapped back to reality, continuing with that seemingly well-natured smile of hers. "This news affects us all in different ways, I'm sure," She nodded, retracting her hands from her side and crossing them gently. "Really, though, it's no trouble at all. Remember to take care of yourself, alright? And I'm always here if you need anything," Again with that disgustingly motherly tone, she grimaced inwardly. This kid was definitely hurting her steel resolve to not get attached to anyone. "Friends" were so unnecessary, she remind herself. Growing close to anyone here was a sure fire way to cause yourself additional suffering down the road.

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Orino grinned, walking next to Amaya. “I can stand on a ball, among other things like that, but I’m only fairly good at those. I’m absolutely terrible at magic...

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"Oh, that kind of street preforming!" Amaya's eyes lit up as they continued walking, turning the corner into the girl's restroom with a flourish. "Who cares about all of that fakity fake magic junk? Break dancing and stuff is way cooler! Magic isn't even a real talent," She smirked, holding the door open for her peer.

Amaya had to admit, this chick wasn't as awful as she had expected. Certainly not as bad as some of the others she had seen loitering around so far. Not to say as she would go as far as to trust the girl, of course; the very thought almost made her gag. But having someone to call a 'friend' for the time being wasn't a bad idea,.

"Obviously!" Amaya feigned an incredulous look, before laughing it off. "What kind of weather girl wouldn't have clothes to match any potential weather situation? I have one for sunshine, rain, hail, sleet, snow-" She continued babbling with an amused grin on her face as she vigorously began scrubbing her hands in one of the multiple sinks.

"Augh, do you really think all of this junk will wash out? I can try it with the sweater, I guess..." She gave her clothing a sour look, setting it down in the sink next to hers. There wasn't much harm in not trying, she supposed.

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Orino attempted to read over the chicks’s shoulder, but found herself too short to do so. Her height wasn’t a big deal, honestly. She was only a little bit shorter than the average girl. It just meant that she wouldn’t have to worry as much about bumping her head on door frames...

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Seeing the girl gasp, Amaya put on an apologetic pout. "Ah, goodness, I didn't mean to scare you!" She exclaimed, holding a hand up as if to calm a frightened animal. The girl soon lightened up, though, and she nearly sighed with relief. "But yeah, I'm pretty sure the map said to turn down this corner...!" She peered down the hallway, at least wishing that their lousy headmaster had thought to proceed with an orientation before dropping them all in his horrible game.

"Not a mouthful at all, Orino," She chimed, continuing down the hallway with a strut. She was pretty sure that her shoes were leaving tracks, she thought to herself with a sense of disbelief as she looked back at the bloody trail. It wa sa bit disheartening, to say the least. "And it's totally cool, woah! So you can do neat things, like, walk on a ball or whatever? Magic? Card tricks?" Amaya did have to admit, she was pretty curious. The many talents of the kids who attended here were, well, undeniably interesting. 

"Yeah, I guess, it's not a super big deal or anything. Except, y'know, when it is," Amaya giggled, playing with a loose strand of hair. "I didn't make this, ah..!" She squeaked, avoiding a glance at the bloodied sweater. "I'm not nearly good enough with crafts or whatever to make this, you know?"

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(03)

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Although in a normal circumstance, Victor would offer cheerful words at such an adorable sleeping beauty, now was no longer the time for that. He was too far gone right now, even to let his ‘other self take over. Normally he’d take out the ribbon and keep away from others, but...

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Amaya, outwardly at very least, waited patiently for him to respond. She even made an honest effort to attempt a go at a reassuring smile. Inwardly, on the other hand, she was a jumbled mess of emotions. Paranoid, upset, and seething with rage, just to name a few. She did her very best to push them down, to save them to think about for later. Later, she thought bitterly to herself, constituted when she wasn't covered with copious amounts of blood of questionable origins, and when she was preferably alone and free to behave as she pleased.

For now, however, she remained as poised as she could manage. Her worries occasionally peered through via her shaky quality of voice, despite all her attempts at a confident tone. So at least externally she appeared a bit better than most she had seen so far. Though she hadn't stopped to see many. 

"I try, I try," Amaya cooed, attempting to clear her bangs out of her face with her hands that were arguably less worse for wear after converting her sweater into a towel of sorts. She offered it to him a shrug, attempting to avoid actually looking at it. Seeing it in a crumpled mess just made this all feel more real to her. Either way, it was at least better than having to have disgusting hands until one could figure out a way to wash them with the showers turned off. Little consolation it was, she figured it was better than nothing.

"It's not even about the showers, though, or even your physical appearance for that matter," She started, her voice wavering a bit as she continued on. "This is... bad, you know? Just, you have to make sure you're okay." She mentally hissed at herself, knowing that sentence could have potentially sounded a lot cleaner. And have been phrased better. Whatever, that sentence is totally the least of my problems... She tried to reassure herself, though it didn't quite lighten her mood any.

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Orino flinched as she felt something brush against her shoulder, turning to face another victim of the meat shower. It was a girl with short gray hair, the one that wore the cool-looking sweater. Unfortunately, the shirt was soaked in rancid blood, eliminating any chance that it will be ever worn again. The girl seemed to be very friendly...

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She probably should have considered a few more factors before coming over, such as this girl's capacity for murder, but it seemed as though she had lucked out. Amaya certainly didn't think that this girl would kill her, anyways. She seemed pretty frazzled from the whole thing, as she should be. At any rate, she didn't appear to be in any shape to wash herself up independently, let alone kill a person. Amaya squeezed her hand back and returned the smile.

Personally, she had kept the vast majority of her feelings concerning the situation at current held in, mostly due to the fact that she vehemently believed composure way key. Besides, thinking about it in this state certainly wouldn't do her much good; she needed to first calm down and not look like a total slob. Doing anything at this point would be a near disgrace. This didn't stop her from nervously glancing every which way whenever she didn't think anyone was looking, though. Just because she seemed calm on the outside didn't make her any less of a wreck of nerves on the inside.

"I'm leading the way...?" Amaya took a moment to furrow her brows, but quickly shook it off. "Right, right, of course!" She nodded, inwardly not sure quite where she was going. Remembering, of all of the things that terrible bear had said, the I.D. cards, she quickly went and fished hers out of her pocket. Sure enough, after fiddling with it for longer than she would have liked to admit, she worked out access to its map system of the first floor. 

"Yeah, definitely closer!" She announced with a grin that bordered on smug, trying to at least keep the darn I.D. card clean. "We should get going, then..." She trailed off, but quickly remembered her manners. "Oh, of course, how rude of me!" She gasped, putting a hand on her hips. "I can hardly expect you  to come with me if we aren't properly introduced. I'm Amaya Kimoto, SHSL Weathergirl! And you would be...?" Saving face and putting on a good show of affability were two things she was great at, and she certainly wasn't about to let some ridiculous bear get the better of her. She'd be damned before their supposed "headmaster" got her to cave. 

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"Do you want go soak that sweater in a sink or something? It looks like it's upsetting you, we can try to anything from permanently staining, you know? What does Weather Girl mean?" he asked, looking at her quizzically. "Oh yeah, I'm the Plague Doctor! If you ever need some bad blood removed then just call me and I'll get some leeches!" he laughed loudly at his own joke, doubling over and causing his mask to fall into position covering his face. After he composed himself, he pushed it back up.

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Amaya bit her lip, holding the sweater out in front of the two of them. "I don't really think water could get this out..." She scoffed at the end of her words, a bit skeptical. Surely, it wasn't a terribly big deal; certainly not in comparison the everything that they were just told, of course. To ignore their circumstances in favor of a sweater seemed nigh on ridiculous. Sentimentality only went so far.

"Plague Doctor, really...?" She trailed off, giving Aurey some time to get a hold of himself as he began to crack up uncontrollably. Is he for real...? "What is that mask for, anyways? Leech protection?" She had to admit, leeches were pretty funny. A smile tugged at the end of her mouth as she pondered his question. "And you know, weather girl! Forecasts, umbrellas, green screens, obnoxious pointing, same old same old."

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"I'm Aurelius, call me Aurey, though! But, if you don't think it's too forward, might I ask why you would think introductions would be too forward in the first place?" That puzzled Aurey. Introductions happened all the time, and if they were too forward for some people, he knew he was missing something huge.

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"Just, you know, in this situation I guess!" Amaya tilted her head at the boy, a soft frown crossing her face. "This isn't really the best time or place to start introducing yourself, yeah?" She nearly smirked, but repressed it with her better nature. "Then again, when is? I guess this is as good as it's going to ever get, especially now..." She sighed, her hands still fiddling with the accursed sweater. She was frustrated, not quite sure what to do with it now that wearing it ever again was out of the question.

She tried to drop the subject from her mind. "But Aurey, huh? It's cute!" Better than that awful abomination of an outfit you're wearing, wow.  "I'm sure you have a cool title to go along with it, of course." Is he a cult leader? Oh my gosh, I totally heard a cult leader got accepted here. What am I even doing anymore?! "Mine is Weather Girl, though! Totally pleased to meet you, Aurey, all things considered," She shot him her best attempt at a demure smile. 

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Although he was quite used to being subjected to filth, this situation really grossed Victor out. What the fuck was going on? Did that bear really say that he was headmaster to their ‘school’? That they couldn’t escape unless they killed each other? He read about such crazy circumstances in a few... 

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Amaya had to admit, seeing people upset wasn't exactly making her feel much better about the situation. Sure, she normally wasn't especially too concerned with other's well being, but seeing someone sitting in a pile of blood and guts made her want to at least try and make them feel at least a little bit better. Especially because, she noticed as she nearly walked by, the one sitting was the boy who called her sunshine. She really thought it would have been more obvious to people by now that weather nicknames were her weakness. Also, it was hard not to sympathize with someone who was so shaken up by this, she inwardly reassured herself.

She walked over to Victor and perched on the backs of her boots, careful to avoid the bloody soles, so that she wouldn't tower over him when addressing him or get the offal on her legs. The look of concern on her face, though she would have to inwardly deny it, was fairly genuine. "Hey, Victor, was it?" She asked, fairly sure of herself. "I guess things aren't so sunny now, yeah?" She attempted a laugh, but it came off as fairly uninspired. Even she was having a difficult time remaining peppy in this situation. For, well, obvious reasons.

Amaya, against her better reasoning, attempted to brush some of the foul 'confetti' off of his person. She had wiped most of the blood that was on her hands onto her now-ruined sweater, so her hands were relatively clean. Or, rather, as clean as they were going to get. "Oh, honey, you really don't look so good..." She sighed, clicking her tongue thoughtfully.

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SWEATER WEATHER: Well, this was about as unexpected as a rainstorm on a seemingly clear...

As Aurey walked down the hall, he noticed a girl fussing with an obnoxiously themed sweater that was stained with blood. "The blood makes that sweater look really nice, if that's of any consolation!" he said stopping near her.

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Amaya raised an eyebrow at the boy, folding the sweater in her arms. Coming off as rude wasn't her style, especially to someone who seemed truly sincere. She did her best to produce a smile and fiddled with the fabric in her arms. "Really now? I liked the colors before, but maybe that's just me," She shrugged. "I'm Amaya, by the way. Sorry if that's a bit, you know, upfront..."

Not that this kid would mind, she inwardly scoffed, looking him and his frankly eye-searing robes over.