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[hallmonotor]

Who: these two mentally unsound high schoolers (Ishimaru and Genocider Syo) and YOU!
When: Day 96, Afternoon
Where: Shrine area
What: terrible new arrivals bothering people

[Anyone who happens to stop by Dellen's Shrine today around noon will find a young man sitting in front of it, blocking the way. He's sitting neatly, hands folded in his lap, and would look like quite a model student if it weren't for the bare katana resting loosely in one of his hands and the rather unorthodox uniform. He smiles in a way that almost seems innocuous and friendly, but those paying close attention might notice something vaguely off-putting about it.]
Good afternoon. Might I ask you how it was that you died?

[ Next to him stands a teenage girl, twirling her long, braided pigtails in her hands and smiling devilishly. She pokes and prods at the boy, pulling on his hair and pushing in his cheek. ]
Ki-kuuuuun, this is boring! I don’t have time for this! Make it go faster!

[ She yanks one of his eyebrows. ]
Geeheehaa, these are pretty long! Maybe I could… give them a little cut! Geeheehaahaa!!!

[He seems unfazed by the girl's actions, calmly swatting her hand away, his hand tightening on the hilt of the sword in his hand.]

Comments

[ballpoint]

Suffocation.

[ he's already told a few people so it's not like there's anything to hide... ]

[hallmonotor]

Ah, that must have been awfully despair inducing, right? Your vision slowly dimming and your senses dulling as your brain is deprived of oxygen...

[He sounds oddly entertained by this.]

But, more importantly, why did you die such a death? You must be more specific than that.

[rottenwoman]

[ Ah, what a... cute boy... Syo's fingers twitch and she twirls them into Ishimaru's hair to calm them. That gentle face, that soft voice-- oh, he must be a screamer. A good whimperer too, she can tell. Would he screams until his voice gave out, or would he just give up and sob? Oh, oh, oh his tear-stained cheeks would be beautiful! It'd be perfect! It'd be, it'd be--

Syo twists her fingers in Ishimaru's hair and pulls. She needs something, anything, to ground herself or she'll take out her scissors too early. ]

[ballpoint]

[ he doesn't quite take note of Syo yet, and looks down a little. ]

Ah... it was smoke, in a house fire.

[hallmonotor]

An accidental death then?

[His grip relaxes on the sword. It's seems Mikado has passed the test!!]

[rottenwoman]

[ Oh no, that sweet look! So gentle, so sad, so... beautiful. Syo reaches out to touch his cheek. ] Kuuu, you poor thing. Did it hurt?

[ballpoint]

[ he's not used to people who aren't (the) masaomi(s) invading his personal space, so when he's touched, mikado tenses up a little bit. ]

A- ah... if you're asking if I got burned, no... ...Um, I passed out pretty easily, and didn't "wake up".

[hallmonotor]

[Oops sorry about that Mikado. Ishimaru yanks Syo back by one of her braids. At least she comes with a leash.]

Sorry, please do ignore her.

[He pauses before smiling again.]

My name is Ishimaru Kiyotaka. This thing calls herself Syo. May I ask your name?

[rottenwoman]

[ !!! Oh bitch no you did not. You did not just put your grubby little hands on her hair. Syo shrieks and tries to kick Ishimaru in the face. ] DON'T TOUCH MY HAIR!

[ballpoint]

[ um ]

I'm Ryuugamine Mikado...

[hallmonotor]

[Ishimaru just ducks and strikes a blow at her leg still on the ground with his sheathed sword, attempting to knock her over. He then turns back to Mikado as if nothing happened.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Ryuugamine-kun! Say, you seem like a reliable person, what do you know of this place?

1/2

[rottenwoman]

[ Syo shrieks and falls flat on her ass. A cloud of dust flies into her the air and her nose scrunches up. ] A-Ah--

[rottenwoman]

--Achoo! [ The dust settles and "Syo" looks up, her eyes wide in confusion. ] What...?

[ballpoint]

[ oh, she fell over... mikado crouches a little, and holds a hand out to help her up. ]

Um... Are you okay, Syo-san?

[hallmonotor]

Ah.

[Man what a troublesome woman. She'd have to be informed of their situation all over again.]

I see you're back, Fukawa-san.

[rottenwoman]

Eh...? [ A-a cute boy reaching out to her? This must be a dream! Very tentatively Fukawa places her hand in his, ready to yank it back if this turns out to be a cruel trick. At Ishimaru's words, she looks over at him? ]

Back? Ishimaru-kun, I'm confused...

[ballpoint]

[ the only yanking he does is yanking to help her up! ]

Eeh... Did you hit your head...?

[hallmonotor]

Ah, Fukawa-san's personality switches sometimes. Both of them are rotten, though!

Just that Syo is more troublesome than this one.

[rottenwoman]

[ Fukawa's a little unsteady on her feet and when she gets up she doesn't let go of Mikado's hand right away. She's still a little in shock that a boy would willingly touch her. ]

I'm not... I'm not rotten...