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[shslcinderellaboy]

Course 2 ❄ Iced Tea Intentions <Open>

So that’s what happened if you got caught, huh...

It was ugly. Nasty business, all of it, but it taught him a lesson or two and knowledge was pretty valuable. It didn’t matter how you survived, really. Just that you did. Besides, people easily forgot about people who kicked the bucket, nice or not. What mattered was your own strength. Tatsuya Mikami had picked a bad place to stand that day... and Nagisa Honami had made a stupid move. With those thoughts in mind, he made his mind up to continue forging his own path in the hopes of finding a way out of here. Now that two people had died, would the others really risk their own death to get out of here? Maybe. Maybe not. Desperate people could do some dark things and hey, some people here seemed fine with gory violence in general. Still, if they didn’t comply... Monokuma probably wouldn’t just wait for them to act. Probably find some way to up the stakes. Rather than wait for the inevitable, better to try and find something constructive in this new playpen.

Morning light faded to darkness as Kaneto inspected new locations with discerning eyes. Some of the new locations may have been colourful but god damn it if it wasn’t the same old crap. Disappointing. Though some places seemed to be off-limits ‘till late. It’d just about turned 7PM when Kaneto arrived at the bar, the fancy blue lights luring him closer. This whole area seemed homely somehow. The sparkling lights of the city reminded him of less fortunate days, penniless days...

Well. Perhaps it could be argued these were the less fortunate days.

Tch. What crappy luck that yo-yos back to crap. He suffers for half his life, finally gets it good and what, life drops the other shoe, just like that? Why? Seemed distinctly unfair but hey, seemed like he’d have to get used to being the underdog in life.

The bar itself was kind of a welcome change. Spacious, with the cooling blue atmosphere bathing the area in tranquility. Part of him wants to say killing someone in here would be quite the task but that part of him gets shut down. A determined killer can kill right in front of someone’s eyes. Ain’t no jazzy music gonna stop anyone. Well, for now it’s peaceful. For now, it’s fine. And for now, that’s enough for him, as he vaults over the counter to inspect the drinks.

[shslcinderellaboy]

Hurdle 1 ❄ Killer Croquette <Open>

Perhaps it was wrong, but he briefly wondered if he was the only one silently cheering when Monomi got launched into the sky by a punch.

No...

Wait, wait, wait... everything needs to slow down a second... he was already pretty irked by the one stuffed animal with a stupid way of speaking, why did he have to deal with two? With a groan, he runs a stressed hand through his hair. Okay, so if he was processing this shit storm right... there are purifiers in the city and Murderbear’s going to shut them off one by one until... one of them kills each other?

He eyes the group around him with wary eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Most of these guys he’s confident he can take. If not take, then at least give a good run for their money. The fencer’s probably got skills. Big guy can crush his head if he gets close enough. The rugby guy... well, they’d almost already had a bit of a confrontation. If relations were tense then, they were only going to get worse from here on out.

The question was, who was going to act on it? He didn’t want to be a pessimist but he’d seen enough horrible people in the streets do godforsaken things in the name of selfishness. Some in the name of some sort of made-up chivalrous excuse. People were, for the most part, pretty terrible. He’d come to terms with that and it meant he had to be prepared. The apocalypse comment had almost slipped past him but the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. What did that mean? With all their security, the Shirousagis should be fine. He can hold down the fort here if they’re okay but... the what if hits him and it hits him hard.

There’s an urge to punch out either one of the plush toys or whatever they hell they are but he pockets his clenched hand instead.

“... Great, so there’s two evil fucking toys for the price of one. Just the bargain I didn’t ask for.”

He drives his heel into a sofa behind him and heaves a huge sigh. Damn it! That’s all he was thinking of. Just... damning Monobear. And Monobunny. No wait, Monomi. Damn both of them and this whole situation. Why hadn’t he seen an air purifier when he walked around before? ... Well, he had no idea what they looked like anyway but he was frustrated.

No good. He had to calm himself down.

The doors are practically thudded through as Kaneto gets some much-needed fresh air. The Stop N Shop is close enough so that seems like a perfect place to hit. And hit it he does, opting to look through the supplies and sneak a couple of snacks into his pockets every now and again. The chimes clinkle as someone else enters and, rather than alarmed, he seems almost... calm.

“Yo, yo. Hey, as long as you don’t some stupid shit like try and attack me, I’d say we’re good.”

[shslmagic-blog1]

{task 1} Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow

     “A-Ah, where.. Where!?” It hadn’t been ten minutes since the stuffed animal’s announcement before one could find the white-and-blue magician boy frantically searching. Palms skated over his clothes, eyes darting across the floor, at one point he even removes his hat and peeks inside. Daring fingers reach into the white tophat and pull out a scarf -- then another. Then another. Then another. Then another. A long string of rainbow scarves now coiled around him like a multicolored anaconda, quite the bright and happy juxtaposition to his sickly-stricken expression.

     He stops at the last scarf -- just how many littered the floor, now? It didn’t matter. Nobu notices someone nearby, no doubt wishing local magicians would stop littering, and turns to face them boldly. It’s obviously a bit painful to speak, but he squeaks out the words in a fluster.

     “E-E--- Excuse--- Excuse me! I’m sorry... Have you seen a rabbit? Bl-Black fur, long ears -- uh. Um... N-Not that one, a real rabbit!”

[shslcinderellaboy]

Course 1 ❄ Parfait Panic <Open>

For a second, it feels a bit like a blast from the past. His eyelids feel heavy, like a rusted door jammed in place. Waking up with a vague smattering of misty memories brought back those less fortunate days, ones where he’d just drop out like a light in the middle of class and stuff. Not enough energy, the nurse would say. Looking down at his skinny arms, he’d honestly reply ‘no shit’.

He shakes his head in the hopes of tearing apart those mental cobwebs before searching his jacket pockets. He’d actually been after a snack but when his phone clattered to the floor he had the good luck to see something quite fortunate indeed. That message seemed to at least point him somewhere which alleviated some of the growing annoyance and confusion. He took issue with the words ‘his room’ though. Glancing around with a suspicious look, he make a gentle dissatisfied noise before sticking a snack in his mouth. That’s better. With food in his mouth, he already feels a bit calmer. Alright. No problem. Go downstairs, figure out what the hell’s going on, and get ready to possibly kick someone’s ass for the trouble.

Easy as cake.

Kaneto finds the steps and practically falls down them, jumping over three steps to cut down on the time. It’s not like he’s in a rush, he actually seems calmer than perhaps he should be. But there’s something bothersome in general about wasting time, even if that time’s only spent on a step of a staircase.

Actually he was so focused on getting to places that the appearance of the rabbit doesn’t dawn on him until later.

”Christ--”

He bites down a bit too hard on his pocky stick. Gently recuperating from the surprise appearance, he takes a few deep breaths. Unfortunately in that time, the rabbit, Monaca or something, has already instructed them to make friends and walked off to the desk.

”Oi, oi, rabbit, not sure I’m done here... tch. Guessin’ you ain’t even listening... whatever, I’m bouncin’.”

He rubs the back of his neck, sighing, before turning his attention to the door. It’s not like he’s anti-social, not really, but this whole freaky rabbit hotel stuff is too weird to consider. Besides, he could use the fresh air. The streets have a nice aesthetic about them. Something about the city not having the usual bustle is pleasant. But... it dawns on him a bit later that perhaps, mixed in with the pleasantness... something foreboding. Man, that sounds like something out of a story or something. But it’s creepy, the lack of life here. His eyes follow the street lamps, trace the lines of the buildings... everything seems fine... and yet. There’s really something off about all this.

Then, there’s a feeling. That perhaps he’s not alone. From... behind him? He turns on heel to glance behind and sees that, indeed, someone has appeared.. But disappointment soon appears on his face as he realizes it’s a familiar face. Well, not really familiar, but it was someone he’d vaguely seen from the hotel area from before. So no one new.

“Uhh, you’re... you were one of those kids in the hotel, right?”