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"Shall I inquire of the Dead on account of the Living?" thalia blake, SHSL necromancer alive and powerful

[superdupernecromancer]

threads!!!

-hibiki

-yoshimasa

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hmu if u want to thread!!

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don't unplug me | thalia | prologue | closed: ryan

[abaskervillehound]

The fabricator was unusually active in snooping around the place, despite their talent. Actually, then again… they could be going ahead and looking around for things to mess up! Wow, that’s fantastic, ain’t it? Either way, after their conversations with Sachihiro and Umi, they found themself wandering around the library area, stopping abruptly at the door of it.

With their hands folded behind their back, and a smile on their face, they briefly unfolded their hands to open the door, seeming to wandering without a care.

They observed the area with a hum, before noticing that someone else was in the room. For some strange reason, she seemed familiar. Perhaps in an alternate universe, they’ve interacted with her! Maybe… maybe not. It’s unlikely anyways, unless there’s magic! Ooo! Wouldn’t that be a treat? Maybe they could witness someone getting turned into… a raven!

…Don’t try to even dream of that, Ryan.

Walking further into the room- towards where the girl was, they didn’t bother to stop at hearing her speak to… whomever, walking over to a good distance over to the right of her. Sliding out one of the books, and flipping through it, they finally spoke out loud- loud enough for the other to hear.

"…Study on Egypt, huh? Are you some kinda historian? That’s preeetty cool if you are. If you aren’t… then that’s still pretty cool either way! 

I hate narration but I don’t have any more closed eyes icons bah…

"Did you know that Ancient Egyptians apparently loved board games? The names of the games are pretty cool, like… Senet and things like that! Hehehee…"

Thanks Ryan, thank you for that fact. Thanks.

[superdupernecromancer]

The normally-poised necromancer leaps at the voice of someone behind her, turning to blink in surprise at them and hurriedly yanking her hood above her head. Her eyes seem to glow from under the hood as she looks from them to the book and back up again, still seeming shaken.

"Ah? You are..."

Thalia seems to settle down after a moment, although keeps her hood up as she smiles at them. At least her constant mystique was keeping them interested- as she always intended to do!

"No, not some boring historian... a necromancer. The necromancer, Thalia Blake, speaker for the demon Vassago at your humble service."

She drops into a curtsy, pushing back her cloak as she straightens and shuts the book.

"Not interested in the history, but their gods. Thoth, the Egyptian judge of the dead, standing beside Ra's Boat, soon settling the petty disputes of the other gods and directing the movement of the stars. Ah... but, no, I had not known about the board games. I don't suppose any Ancient Egyptian games are around here that we could play, ahem... what was your name, again?"

[headlockdespair-blog]

Prologue: The Rose of Iron | Kotohiki | Closed: Thalia

He’s staring at the individual in front of him, not quite sure what to say. It isn’t like he’s a hall monitor — he can’t tell her to wear something less frightening. It isn’t like he’s much more fashionable than her either — kamina shades, really? It also isn’t like he meant to stumble upon this individual only to take a step backwards and smack into a wall, losing his chance to sneak away from her undetected.

Ah well, I’m always upset when people turn tail from me just because I’m sort of a cop, maybe she’s nice, he thinks to himself, despite the fact that this girl was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up like nobody’s business. Why’m I so rattled…? It was obviously the skull. Which he tried to convince himself was nothing more than a cheap plastic accessory.

"H-H-Heeeello there…good…citizen…" he says with a small gulp.

He’s forcing his feet to carry him towards her, the soles of his boots dragging on the ground as if grappling with some invisible force that was pushing him towards her.

"F-f-fiiiine day we’re ha-hhhhaaaving here i-isn’t it?" Was that supposed to be a smile? Oh for god’s sake, Ando, aren’t you supposed to be fearless? "You uuuh… you…finding everything alright here…m-ma’am? Didn’t mean to, uuUH… to sc-scare you…or anything…by making all that racket…just…I was going to… … …Is that a real skull, miss?"

[superdupernecromancer]

There were a lot of things to stare at in this place, and Thalia was always once for examining things very closely. When the sheputy deputy backs into the wall, alerting her of his presence, she happens to be... staring into space. Well, that's a way to pass time, and certainly makes her look spooky enough. Or at least, that's what she gathers when she turns to give Kotohiki a strange look, staring somewhere past him for a moment before smiling.

"My dear, are you lost? Confused? I assure you, I am doing no wrong just standing here, if you were... well, of course you weren't. What has you so nervous? I'm certainly posing no threat..." Her grin grows even more shit-eating as she examines him, if at all possible. "...Only communing with my dear friends, the dead. Is there anyone you'd like me to consult for you? A criminal long-past? I can do so, for a small fee. The occult is no reach for me."

Chill.

"I think the question is not if I am finding everything alright, my dear, but if you are. After all, you look as if you've seen a ghost, when that's impossible! After all, the only ghost here is standing far down the hall, watching us."

She gestures with a gold-covered finger, before laughing softly, peering at the poor deputy with glassy eyes and then glancing down at her belt.

"This? Of course it's real. Do you think I'd put plastic on my belt? That's just silly."

The skull seems to smile directly at him. What the heck.

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darkest thoughts || yoshimasa || (ab)normal days || [attn: thalia]

[shslconundrum]

"Eh…?"

The way the necromancer talked was… admittedly a little difficult to digest. He had to brace through it though for the sake of bettering his bonds and understanding others. Something as simple as speech mannerisms being a little far from standard should be no feat that knocked him down considerably.

"Well, I had no intention of hiding that much information. My memory has yet… to come back to me on anything else. I’m sure it’s just a side-effect though."

He spoke hesitantly, watching each word he said. He struggled to remember what he had said in the previous conversation. He supposed if Umi was to enter in the conversation, he might be accused of being a liar. As such, he decided to quickly add in:

"…I know a little bit about important people in my past though. That’s fine. If you know more about myself than I, I can’t say I’d be too surprised, haha! I’d just be a little… concerned as to how you got it, but no feelings hurt here.”

He chuckled sheepishly, scratching at the back of his hand after taking off one of his gloves. It was better to do it this way— feel the individual strands of his hair running through each finger.

"My reasons for knowing you are probably going to sound really boring after this, but… You have a lot of advertisements. It’s kind of hard to miss. Well, I don’t know if the same applies right now, but that’ll be a fun thing to return to one day if we’re ever let out of here."

Bringing back up her sly, somewhat subtle proposal earlier, he laughed quietly.

"Though you have me curious. What kind of alliance are you suggesting at? I didn’t think there was much we could do here yet that’d lead to needing one."

[superdupernecromancer]

"Oh, I'm certainly not out to hurt anyone's feelings! They're just so... fragile sometimes, wouldn't you say? The dead have no such morals- only an endless shroud of mystery that can be solved by one with a certain amount of expertise. I have that expertise, or so I've been told, and I aim to achieve the same with the living world, one day, so that perhaps all the mysteries of life can be revealed to me."

...Well, same. Perhaps, somewhere in that pointless and rambling speech, she was trying to admit to the fact that she'd made Umi cry earlier.

"Oh. My ads. Yeah... yes, those do lower the mystique a tad... ahuhu. And yet you'd never come in for a consultation? A shame, a shame. Someone like you is bound to be fraught with mystery."

The necromancer laughs lightly, twisting at the rings adorning her thin fingers. She'd have to make a mental note to not advertise so much- but then again, if the world was apparently going to hell, what did it matter?

"Oh, my dear. I am always on the lookout for a sound alliance. After all, with more whom I can trust, I am granted an ever-growing field of understanding. Ahuhu. And of course, you would benefit as well. I am, after all, quite powerful. So, the street runs both ways, as they say... I think."

[headlockdespair-blog]

don't fret, it's not worth it | thalia | prologue | closed: umi

[shslpinksatin-blog]

"H-huh…? H…how do you kn-know my name…? Oooooh…this doesn’t m-m-make any sense…!"

The shock from hearing her name from a total stranger really wasn’t helping Umi calm down. Though there was something familiar about this girl, it certainly wasn’t someone she ever spoke to in her life- she had a total of four friends and none of them were like this!

"Well…if t-this was just a dream, I would’ve w-wok-ken myself up by now…! If t-this were a dream then K-Kaneko-kun would be here w-with me…This is no d-dream, it’s a nightmare…"

Umi Sugimura, keeping it real with her teenage love fantasies. 

"Oh…! I think I’ve…I’ve h-heard of you before…You had a b-bunch of ads back in one of t-the towns I lived in…o-oh my…I hop-p-pe we become allies too, Thalia-san…A-and I pray t-the spirits aren’t talking b-badly about me…!"

It’s nice to see that Umi has some priorities in this whole entire “talking to spirits” situation. Thanks, Umi!

"Ah…I d-don’t know if I want to eat right n-now…especially consid-dering the situation we’re in…W…what if something h-has been poisoned…?"

[superdupernecromancer]

"Ahuhuhu. The spirits favor you, Umi Sugimura. They have informed me. You look for the one you... ahu! The one you love, Kaneko-kun, yes? I do not think he is here. So... he did not survive. Shall I summon his spirit for you? Ahuhuhu!"

What the fuck kind of thing is that to say, Thalia. What a hater. She seems unfazed by her harsh words, only pulling a container of milk out of the fridge. Continuing to let the cold air out, like a jerk, she unscrews the cap and smells it contemplatively. 

"Well, it does not smell poisoned. And, hm... I sense no death from within. I think we are safe. Ahuhuhu..."

With a tittering laugh, she turns back to the fridge and continues achieving nothing.

"The spirits are quite kind about you, Sugimura-san. They think that you are troubled and wish you well in your life. They also wish that you take care of your friends. But... ahu, your friends are not here, are they? A shame. They perhaps wish me to summon them... but that is a hassle. I am gratified you saw my advertisements, however. If you did not know, I am Thalia Blake. Uhuhu."

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darkest thoughts || yoshimasa || (ab)normal days || [attn: thalia]

After confronting one familiar face, he supposed it was only natural to incidentally bump into another one right after. That was how fate worked, right? It made “funny coincendences” and whatnot. He supposed he couldn’t really complain. If it made the world go round, and he could not just go and deny the earth and its motions. It was best to just live within it, making your own choices.

This one was a little different though. Instead of being able to say that he knew quite a lot about this individual, all he could do was recognize her on various advertisements. He can’t say he liked dabbling in her work, but it did not hurt to know information on others. He just had to decide whether or not to disregard it.

Feeling the need to become chummy (or at least acquainted) with the others, he loosened his collar and gulped. Pulling on his gloves up his arm, he let out a sigh of sorts and approached the necromancer.

"Hm… Thalia… Might we talk? I was hoping to have a conversation with you. It’s a shame I’ve never met you before since I had plenty of access, but there’s never a time too late, huh? If we’re going to be here forever anyway. Hope that doesn’t make you too nervous."

"My name’s Yoshimasa Oukawa. I’m from around town, I guess you could say, heh. Nice to meet you."

[superdupernecromancer]

After her talk with Umi, Thalia was tired. Yes, it was back to her dorm she would go, until something else caught her fancy- but what was this? Someone approaching her as she fiddles with her ID card, searching once more for her room assignment?

And again, she finds herself startled by the familiar face- if not the face, the garish tie! The surprise is quickly wiped away by a smile, of course- she's nothing if not professional. But then, the person surprises her again, stating her name. Things certainly were mysterious!

"I am aware of your name already, Oukawa-san. The darkness... it cloaks you, concealing you from the view of- well, of most with this gift would be able to see nothing, but I am not the so-called 'Super High School Level' for nothing! So, yes... I know you. And you know me. How convenient for our new alliance, wouldn't you say...?"

Leaping into that already? Someone's eager. Her mouth parts in apparent consideration, or perhaps a return of the surprise she'd shown earlier- but that would be absurd, of course. She was, again, a professional.

"I was not aware there would be anyone here familiar with me. It is quite exciting, would you not say? Ahuhuhu... there is no need to fret. I do not get nervous easily. It would be ill-befitting of one who communes with the dead, would you not agree? Ah... from my town? Perhaps that is why your presence is so... familiar. Ahu."

I forgot how I was going to end this post. She just needs to chill.

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don't fret, it's not worth it | thalia | prologue | closed: umi

[shslpinksatin-blog]

It barely took time for Umi to move out of the room they found themselves in, speaking to one of her…”childhood acquaintances” for the first time in quite awhile was the only thing keeping her at bay. Now that she was basically free, there was no reason to stay behind where she didn’t want to linger any longer.

Feeling a bit hungry, she decided to head to the kitchen. Though she wasn’t sure if she’d ever eat again considering the situation, the disease might’ve contaminated the food in the fridge- who knew what was safe anymore…she sure didn’t.

For a while, Umi just stood around and waited for…something to happen. Too bad she didn’t expect anyone to actually join her. Hearing someone speak so casually behind her scared her, causing her to jump and let out a little screech.

"Uwawa…F-fascinating isn’t the first word that comes to mind…! There’s…there’s really no w-way for it to be a dream…though I’d lov-ve for it to be…"

"Ah um…I think I’m…alright? For now, anyway…I ass-sume that…you’re feeling fine…? S…S-sorry…sorry for assuming…"

[superdupernecromancer]

"Not a dream? What a presumption, Sugimura-san... and how did you leap there, may I inquire?"

Ah, yes! What a stroke of luck- while she certainly recognized the other girl, the same could not be said the other way around! Perhaps it was the stress of the situation. Either way, Thalia smiles, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"The spirits have told me about you, in this moment. I can feel the apprehension... it is nearly tangible... as usual, yes, Sugimura-san? Fear not, fear not, for I am fine! Thalia Blake, at your service. Ahuhuhu, and may we become good allies, no? Alliances are needed in a scenario such as this..."

Literally chill, dude. The necromancer gives her new 'ally' an apparent break, drifting forward into the room- keeping one hand over her mouth, for whatever reason- and moving to... the fridge. Of course! The only important place in a kitchen, after all. As she opens it, leaving the cold air to escape, she turns to smile placidly at Umi once more.

"Anything to eat for you, my dear? I'm happy to, ahem, cook something up."

[superdupernecromancer]

what not to wear makes a comeback only for her

[headlockdespair-blog]

don't fret, it's not worth it | thalia | prologue | closed: umi

Thalia Blake wonders sometimes, what is death like?

She has an affinity for it, of course. Death, that is, and more specifically, communing with those who have passed, but she’s never gotten much of an impression of what the afterlife may be like. Is it bright? Is it dark? She wishes that the spirits would give her a clearer answer.

And with the apparent fact that so many are now eliminated, wiped out by this EMD… ah, wasn’t this her chance? A pleasurable coincidence, that she lived! Her, and these others… who were they? She had examined them from her seat at the back of the bus, tuning out the irritatingly rambling voice of their new ‘teacher’. Was she qualified? Hm… likely not. One pale hand rested at the necromancer’s cheek as she turned to look out the window, observing the suffering of those less fortunate. A pity it was, but things like this… well, what exactly was this?

Thalia’s eyes had widened and then narrowed in turn with their arrival. She had considered making a break for it when the strangers began knocking her new companions out, but then… was there a point in it? Testing fate… it was useless, wasn’t it. So she had remained seated, smiling dryly up at the guard before she too joined the realm of sleep. 

And so, here she was, being briefed on some disease that was spreading. It was enough to make her tremble in fear! How delightful! How mysterious, how enchanting, how perfect that, she, the great necromancer, should be here, able to study this new phenomenon of death. Truly it was the thing she was most curious about!

( Perhaps it would have been more appealing if their guide did not have such an irritating voice. The girl finds herself wincing, muttering under her breath, some curse in a foreign language- it’s probably best that no one’s there to hear… or receive it. )

A tittering laugh emerges from Thalia as the announcement concludes. In good hands, was she? With this Momoku and her dear friend to guide her, surely she would have nothing to fear! She only wonders what other wonderful surprises will await her once she exits the room. With a shuffling of robes, she stands, adjusting her cloak and the strands of beads that adorned it before making her way to the door. It was quaint. The necromancer’s bizarre garb didn’t really fit the situation, however…

Ah, well! It wasn’t as if she’d be changing.

Like an out-of-place and overdramatic wraith, the girl heads down the hall, her cloak blowing out behind her despite the lack of wind. Had she practiced that? Lame. And where was she going? Well, the kitchen, of course! What self-respecting demon summoner wouldn’t need some fuel after being knocked out and mysteriously placed in a new location.

She enters the kitchen, but her pale hand pauses on the door at the sight of the other person inside. Her eyes widen in shock? Recognition? It’s hard to tell, but for a moment, she manages to go even paler than her already luminescent self. 

The shock fades partially as she tries to straighten herself up, reaching up to run fingers through her bangs before finally… speaking.

"This situation… isn’t it the most exciting, fascinating thing? Ah, I do wonder… a farce, reality? Which is it? And when will we find out?"

Okay, you weirdo.

"And how are you feeling, my darling?"

Please chill.

[superdupernecromancer]

slots!!

-yoshimasa

-ryan

-umi

-the sheputy

nice, whats updog

[superdupernecromancer]

forked tongues, faux sermons

{I have the evil eye, I see your soul!}

Thalia Blake, SHSL Necromancer (piece of trash)

I Constantly Thank God For Esteban - Panic! at the Disco || The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake || Under My Skin - Jukebox the Ghost || Evil Eye - Franz Ferdinand || Miss Jackson - Panic! at the Disco || Riverside - Agnes Obel || Conquest of Spaces - Woodkid || Gold - Imagine Dragons || Daniel in the Den - Bastille

[superdupernecromancer]

ahu

[headlockdespair-blog]

Ah! Why, you're finally here. I've been waiting for so long... But here you are, healthy and standing. I'm glad you're here. You'll stay, right? Here in this safe haven with me, no? Swear on your life to never leave me, Student Of Hope. I need you.

Headlock Despair: Final Roster

SHSL Ribbon Dancer - Umi Sugimara

SHSL Rapper - Myung-Hee Sang

SHSL Choreographer - Natsume Fukui

SHSL Physical Therapist - Alexei Ivanovich Glazkov

SHSL Ballet Dancer - Posy Renalds

SHSL Necromancer - Thalia Blake

SHSL Fabricator - Ryan Baskerville

SHSL UTAU Producer - Sachihiro Wakahisa

SHSL ??? - Yoshimasa Oukawa

SHSL Deputy Sheriff - Kotohiki Ando

SHSL Contemporary Dancer - Hibiki Kasuga

SHSL Hula Hooper - Hadar Simcha

SHSL Street Musician - Charger Nitrous

SHSL Professional Sleeper - Eddi Asano

SHSL Magicial girl - Atsuko Yumeno

SHSL Yukigassen Player - Yuri Sasaki

[superdupernecromancer]

okay this blog is now for a different group!! if you for some reason want to read sun-mi's ac2 archive, it is below, but from now on thalia is the muse here!!

[istioploia]

sun-mi | when u prosecutor com home and choose hte death | endgame | attn: masami/valentina

[shslsalesman-blog]

To Masami, there wasn’t much to do on this boat other than look around and talk to people. It was something, definitely, but for the most part, the moment he got on the boat- Masami found himself bored. The fleeting feeling of freedom wasn’t enough to fix that, with escape on his mind being something near close to distracting.

But he managed to find things to do, managed to find people to talk to. As long as he had that, this entire trip wouldn’t be too awful. It didn’t matter what they were talking about, as long as they, well, talked. He tugged on the sides of his sleeves as he walked, waiting for a voice, waiting to hear someone’s voice. Anyones.

Then- Sun-mi. This was a girl who Masami had mixed feelings about, adoration and gratefulness jumbled up with enormous envy. There was a bit of hesitation as he walked over to talk to her, blinking and moving with something of a skip in his step. 

The words she was saying rather interested him, too. Something about Val…?? Valentina! Whether Sun-mi had agreed to meet with her here somehow or was just looking, it was more than enough to catch his interest. With a grin and a wave, Masami now rushed towards Sun-mi, proceeding to talk with a tone a bit too excited for the current situation.

"Heelllo, Sun-mi! I’m not the person you’re looking for, I know, I know… but… I’ll more than help you find Valentina, yeah? She’s someone I miss a lot, mhm…"

His tone falters at the end, turning his head towards the side and scratching his chin. He says nothing for a few seconds before he proceeds to look back and continues to talk, his tone now only slightly more calm.

"So! It’d be cool to look for her, right? Like a squad, or something… let us head off!"

[roseviolinist-blog]

Well, Valentina was having a wonderful time so far. Being a hologram (that was the term, yes?) was proving less inconvenient so far than she’d initially thought it might be, being that she didn’t really know what one was. The only sticking point so far had been the apparent lack of her violin and other items, the girl not quite managing to put her finger on where all that had gone. Due to the fact that she had absolutely no idea what on earth had happened back in the land of the living. 

But no matter!

The girl seemed honestly quite content simply making her way around the ship, occasionally smiling or offering a cheery hello to those she passed or even just saw from a distance. There was slight confusion lingering in her mind however, surfacing now and then as Valentina continued moving. For her to have woken up in that place with Hoshiko… someone must have killed her, mustn’t they? She didn’t remember seeing her killer. Had they held a trial for her? Or had her death just straight up signaled the fall of the villain in their midst, the one that had trapped them all there?

It had to be the latter, of course. Oh, but this was yet another chapter! Of some kind. Only time would tell exactly what. 

It was with a content hum of a melody that Valentina basically twirled herself through the areas and hallways the ship contained, never once stumbling even with the shoes she had as she stepped herself around now and then in her walking. The girl continued like this with an occasional childish giggle, step step twirl, step step twirl, for a while- until the scene blurring before her was suddenly different, a streak of bright colour becoming mixed up with the lighter colours of the boat’s interior. 

"…Oh!"

She had to take a few moments to stop herself from continuing to spin or stumbling, Valentina teetering quite precariously for a few moments before finally steadying herself to face Sun-mi and Masami. 

Wait.

Sun-mi and Masami had found her?

"Choi-chan! Kinoshita-chan! Oh gosh! You’re here too! Apologies- I’m not really sure what exactly is happening! Ah! But it feels like we weren’t ever separated! Hello!"

Does this girl even recognise the fact that she died?

[superdupernecromancer]

Oh, boy. The voice she hears certainly isn't the ghost she definitely wasn't trying to talk to. No, she turns, at least giving an attempt at looking interested as Masami barrels up to her. He wasn't annoying or anything...at least, not that much. Maybe she just wasn't used to having people she could consider friends- or just allies, even.

"Eh? Hey, Masami...I wasn't really, I mean- that'd be silly, talkin' to people who're dead. Like, haha- I may miss 'er, but I'm not insane or nothin'- I mean- hey, what?"

Someone nearly bumps into them, interrupting her embarrassing fumble. Someone with a familiar voice that Sun-mi was in no way expecting to hear, because dead people don't come back to life...

"...Val?"

She blinks a couple of times just to make sure she isn't hallucinating or anything. No, Valentina certainly is there, and she didn't look any less alive than she had before she...well, died. But...this wasn't a video game. People didn't just get extra lives like that, or anything, so-

"H-How the...hell are you even here? This d-don't make any sense! Not that I'm not h-happy to see you...I mean...y-you..."

Maybe she shouldn't mention it.

"Aha...hey, it's g-great to see you again..."

She most certainly wasn't going to cry. She was a hero, after all, and heroes never showed when they were feeling emotions. At least, not her kind of hero. 

So, when she feels her eyes getting watery, she quickly turns away from the other two, scrubbing her cheeks with her sleeve.

"Ah, dammit...s-silly fuckin'...f-feelin's..."

[istioploia]

Become Detectives | Kazumi | Tountra Section | ATTN: Sun-mi

[shslsengokuenthusiast]

Two-colored hair girls for life. Kazumi probably likes her weird mix of black and red way too much to outgrow it, but then again, there are also temporary colorings and wigs for cosplay purposes.

"It might take quite some time, but then again, it will be for a little while before we reach our destination, yes? Therefore, there is no need to hurry with our exploration."

Unlike the investigations that were conducted for murders. These periods had been pretty short in comparison, though she was glad that she would never do these again. Unless she would get stuck in such a murderous game again, but the chances of it to happen were low.

At least, Kazumi hoped they would be low.

When Sun-mi asked her about the previous state of the biggest room, she was quick to answer:

"Actually, yes, it had been locked all the time during our stay. Thus, I can’t say exactly what might be in it, so it could be worth to give it a shot!"

Now Kazumi grew curious of this big room. Maybe they could finally enter it? She had always wondered why it stayed locked like this, though it didn’t occur to her that… well, it wasn’t exactly the locked area back from the tountra station, just the party room.

Someone’s gonna be disappointed. Oh well, can’t have every mystery solved or else, thr world would be boring!

[superdupernecromancer]

"Aww, sick. Secrets."

She doesn't actually sound that jazzed about the locked room, but at least she smiles for a split-second. No matter how happy she is to be out, she still seems unable to entirely drop the whole apathetic thing. Oh, well. Maybe eventually she'd get around to it.

There's no point in looking happy, anyway, when she peeks around the door and sees absolutely nothing of consequence.

"Damn! This is really anticlimatic."

The word she's looking for is anticlimactic, but apparently she doesn't notice her misstep as she marches away from the room. Way to wait for your new investigative party member, Sun-mi. This is what you get for doing it all by yourself for weeks.

"Nyeh. Well, what else is there even to look at? I guess we got time, but I don't exactly wanna be wanderin' around for days on end."

[istioploia]

Become Detectives | Kazumi | Tountra Section | ATTN: Sun-mi

Kazumi was honestly stumped to see that both stations were still present, but on a boat. How was this possible? After all, the stations didn’t exactly look like as if they could be recreated on a ship, but here they were. It must be a really, really big ship then, right?

Even though she was curious to see how the sea center was, her feets led her ultimately to the tountra center. Maybe she felt nostalgic, despite the dreadful things that happened here? After all, this was the place where she had met many of her friends, so it wouldn’t do her any good to forget about it.

Some people were roaming around too - some familiar faces and some she didn’t recognize at all. It was obvious they were from Okeanos. She had already talked to Valentina and it still hurt to know that she didn’t make it… though at least, they could still talk to each other! Ming had been happy, as well.

Then, she was stopped by an extended arm and the redhead turned her head around to meet the one whose arm it belonged to. It was a blonde-and-blue-haired girl with a burn scar on her cheek and interally, Kazumi asked herself how this had happened. It looked like as if it had hurt really much…

"Ah yes, I was indeed a member of the Tountra Station! And batteries, you say? Hmm… I do not think I saw them anywhere when we stayed here, but then again, I never had the need to require them for myself! So it might be possible that there are batteries somewhere!"

Just keep it short and say you’re going to help her, jesus, Kazumi.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Choi-dono! As for humble me, I am Morino Kazumi, the SHSL Sengoku Enthusiast! And these swords- ah, pardon me, this sword isn’t real, but made out of plastic! I originally had two, but I left one behind in order to carry the blade of a friend of mine. I returned it to him, that’s why my other scabbard is empty as of now."

It’s like she said - only one of the scabbards actually contained a sword while the other one was empty. Huh, that’s odd.

"We could look around in the lobby or lounge… maybe the party room, as well? These might be possible locations for batteries… though for clues as to what is exactly going on, we would need to search through the entire ship! Very well, I shall accompany you! I am interested in the truth as well!"

Kazumi joined your party!

God be with ye.

[superdupernecromancer]

Oh, boy. Everyone here certainly was...eccentric, weren't they? Not that Sun-mi had much room to talk. Then again, she was planning on growing the blonde out of her hair, so that could tone it down a bit. Maybe. It all depended on her vibe...which, at the moment, was boredom. That wasn't exactly much of a change, though...

"Uh...okay. So...there are batteries somewhere, probably. And your name is Kazumi. And that sword is fake. Okay, got it. I'm on the ball today, yeah..."

She sighs tiredly, running a hand through one of her pigtails and gesturing down the hall. Look at all these big ass boats.

"Lookin' around is cool, I guess. I could probably steal some from the games in the lounge, if it came to that...yah, a shame, though. The entire ship...damn...that's gonna take foreeeever..."

Someone's an eager beaver! She had assumed she wouldn't have to investigate anything else once the murders ended, but here she was, proving herself wrong. Nice!

"So, uh, this room here. This big one. Was this locked before?"