adsum | npc contact.1

( doesn't it, this is what rokkun has put komaeda through. )

He hates me, that's why he won't explain anything or what made us partners.

( this may be him being dramatic, but since counselor is such a good listener. )

You're my mirror, so wouldn't you know best?

Once the principal starts breathing and looks more stable, Turing will just rush into the office and inspect the papers on the desk just in case there are any clues. (Which looks bad but maybe the principal won't let them search the office later!!) They'll also be looking at the certificates and looking around for a key to the locked cabinets.

Legion, meanwhile, will be staying and watching the principal while Turing investigates.

The principal seems to be in a coma, unable to be woken at this time but otherwise not in any danger of dying. They'll have to decide on what to do with him, whether that's alerting faculty once school starts on Monday so they can take him to the hospital with the potential to be awakened, or returning him to his office and hoping for the best, or whatever they end up deciding.

If Legion checks the principal's pockets, they'll find a key but is actually a house key and doesn't open the cabinets. The left pants pocket is somewhat stretched, suggesting he usually keeps his phone and/or wallet inside, but appears to be empty now. There's nothing relevant on his person otherwise.

Turing returns to the office and sees that the papers on the principal's desk seems to be printouts of forum messages, specifically the portions in which a student specifically @ 's another student. These logs date back around a decade, with the most recent printout dating before spring break this year, aka right before all messages are deleted off the PDAs at the start of the new school year. This short exchange reads:
@ R.Fujimaru
are you winning?

@ K.Seki
kill me kouji
i am
SO TIRED
of the smell taste texture and sight of jerky

which isn't at all important. Most of these forum messages aren't important or stand out in any way, as students know to keep weirder things off the forum, but if Turing were to collect these papers and ??? these somehow manage to reach Clamor or Shuichi, one message in particular will stand out to the two of them, written by "H.Tomori":

@ K.Seki
Don't be stupid and do this alone. Going after dark, when it's silent, is the best time to try. Bring a mirror and a shovel to the wisteria tree but be careful not to touch it. Stay warm.

Overall, it looks like the principal was going through forum messages and keeps a copy of them before they're deleted, but the papers aren't in any specific order, date or subject-wise, to suggest what he was looking for.

A key to the cabinets can't be found in the office, but if Turing or Legion shakes the cabinets, they'll hear the rustle of papers inside, and on the front of the cabinets on that little strip of paper labeling each drawer are dates: 1384-1461, 1462-1538, 1539-1615, 1616-1692, 1693-1769, 1780-1846, 1847-1923, 1924-2000. These aren't going to be worth the effort of accessing.

The certificates on the walls are for the school saying that it was established in 1384, and for past principals with their post/masters degrees, although instead of displaying 25890394 certificates, multiple papers seem to be stuffed into the same frame to preserve space. The earlier certificates, along with being old due to age, also seem singed as if burned or in danger of being burned at one time. The most recent certificate is for the current principal but his name isn't important so just assume it's something generic like Yamada Taro.

The area around the seat at the desk is very very cold, and if they move the chair/desk, the cold spot seems to emanate from the same spot in the room without regard to its furniture. The door is broken? Maybe they should build on with the wood in home ec so somebody doesn't wander inside and instantly freeze to death. Otherwise there doesn't seem to be anything else important about the room.

[ He nods like he gets it, that makes sense, Rokuro is the type to hate people and proceed to say nothing about anything. He takes after a certain somebody. ]

Mirrors don't know shit. They're just there to reflect.

[ He's not going to be helpful in any Rokkun lore. Komaeda's just going to have to talk to the people involved if he wants to know about other students. ]

( damn pop-n-law... ain't have to be like that, it's fine. )

You shouldn't talk so low about yourself, didn't you say it yourself... you still have answers?

( counselor isn't allowed to talk down about himself, only komaeda can be doing that because that's his god given right. )

A mirror shouldn't speak, but... you do.

[ He really doesn't want to explain the concept of metaphors right now, so he just smiles like that's an adequate answer. ]

I do. Speaking and listening is the easiest way of understanding. Despite what others might think or say... that's all I want.

I can see what you mean, but there's another option that works just as well as speaking and listening.

( a third route for someone to take, it's drastic, but it gets the meaning across considering he's done it once. it's unfortunate his switchblade was taken from him, but he can vaguely remember the exact damage he inflicted onto his hands and legs during that self-sacrifice. he sighs, looking at the palm of his organic arm as he can envision stabbing the blade into his flesh, no different from when he stabbed his arm to assist saihara — he seems too focused on the area before lifting his eyes back up to watch the counselor with a small smile. )

What do you think it is?

( is he waiting for a serious answer? well... )

[ i rly hope ur just gonna let me kill an npc for this bc it's happening if that's ok --

Which is to say that Dito walks outside of the doorway of the counselor's office a little ways down, grinning and waving at the next student he sees that walks by. An NPC most definitely, someone that's been here a while. She's definitely taken aback by Dito's overfamiliarity for a second, but Dito is persistent -- grabbing the other girl's hands and drawing her closer. He makes comments about how nice she looks and her outfit and shit -- bullshit jargon he learned to feed Five.

It's only when he's able to pull her in front of the counselor's office doorway that his smirk turns more vile all of a sudden, and he scoffs a half-laugh out of his nose before he moves to grab for his fresh, new, and cold dagger he's just been given.

He shoves it in the jugular of the female student, eyebrows rising high as he suddenly starts laughing about it. He digs it in harder, twisting the knife within the other's throat. Oh god, this is fantastic...

It's hard to contain himself, even as the girl is collapsing to the floor, gurgling blood right all over her own uniform and the floor beneath her. Dito straddles the body, laughing again as he yanks the knife out --

-- If only to shove it in her chest, directly in the center. He's aiming for her heart, wanting more blood to spill out. Both all over his own uniform and the floor surrounding them. It's so fucking funny and great to him, he starts stabbing in and out of her chest cavity repeatedly, enjoying the sickening squish sound along with the accompaniment of fresh blood that occurs each time.

He's at this for a good few minutes, slicing the knife straight down the center of her torso after a minute of stabbing to create even more of a mess. Her entire organs are exposed, and Dito chuckles quietly before sighing as he shoves the knife right into the tougher shoulder of the body (he doesn't want to lose the knife, after all -- it's going to be his most valued gift here from his beloved crazy counselor), moving to delve his hands straight into her guts...just wanting to feel them a little.

In the middle of it, he remembers he has an audience.

He relaxes slightly and tilts his head back, scoffing another laugh before he asks: ]

Do you wanna feel it for yourself?

[ He laughs too, watching Dito more than he's watching what Dito is doing, but when that chest is cracked open and the organs spill out onto the floor, he can't help but look down on them. Meters of bulging intestines, one kidney larger than the other, the girl had a very healthy liver but her gallbladders looks on the verge of being blocked, the heart still twitching but with all those puncture wounds there just isn't enough pressure to keep it going and it deflates in Dito's hands.

The counselor steps out of the room and crouches next to Dito, in front of the body, and pulls the knife out of the girl's shoulder, sliding it inside her chest to slice through the fascia and removing the organs one by one with the ease of gutting a fish. ]

Can I have this?

[ The live. ]

[ Komaeda stabbing himself is the opposite of understanding, please, ]

Mind reading.

[ Or, as Stephanie likes to imagine, memory stealing. ]

...No, you're really bad at this.

( komaeda's never going to be normal and you know this, i'm crying, but at least counselor can deal with him... )

Is that something you can do as well, parse my thoughts...?

( he doubts it since he already failed with the stabbing attempt, but you know, sometimes we don't get what we want. )

Not in the way you're imagining. Besides, sharing in one's unfiltered thoughts is a real headache.

[ He would not want to, and there's no meaning if he takes what he wants rather than accept what's offered freely. ]

What's that third option? You're going to have to give me a hint, since I'm really bad at this.

Isn't it? Imagine being in my head all the time... anyway, the third option is... it would be dying, killing yourself.

( he doesn't mind doing it, rather, he doesn't have much will to live anyway so maybe that's why the idea comes so easily. his person is nothing but a headache for his ultimates, and if they requested it of him, he'd do it without second thought. he has one condition about it though, and that's he'll never submit to dying hopelessly, if he dies... he wants it to have meaning. it has to push his peers forward towards a goal, it has to give them a chance for something greater that they wouldn't have believed. they would have to thank him for his sacrifice, remember him. )

They'll learn to understand you... or rather, they'll have to because that's all that's left... put them in a position where they have no choice...

( one sided, but he doesn't care. )

But the worst thing that comes from that is being misunderstood... ( he sighs, depressed. ) sounds horrible.

...It is, isn't it? When you aren't understood in life, it's even harder to be understood in death, especially when you're no longer around to correct people.

[ Komaeda is right, though, in that people See you when you die, they can't help but wonder what sort of person you were... but a lot of times, it doesn't go past that, whether it's because death is something people inherently close their eyes to, or because there's no point in understanding if it's not going to bring that person back anyways. ]

What do you wish people would understand about you, Komaeda?

It's fine, even if you aren't there to correct them, they'll have to accept the fact that your death managed to lead them in a direction whether they like it or not.

( a sort of reassurance for some who can't bring themselves to, but the amount of time and preparation it takes to ensure their death has purpose should also be taken into account. if they can't have the other, at least they can have that. his lips purse into a straight line as he thinks on the question, what does he want people to understand... does he even want anything from them? someone like him shouldn't bother the ultimates, their time is more valuable and used for more important people —

then the crowd of talentless that komaeda has to deal with, the ones with problems he has to solve himself so that they don't bother the ultimates. it's necessary for there to be someone between the two, to keep them from tarnishing the ambition of his ultimates, from corrupting their beauty — it's a hard job, but only komaeda can keep up with someone so despairing. )

...Why would I want to be understood? I'm trash, weak, disgusting, sickening waste... my existence means nothing. Even now, I would never put that responsibility on my Ultimate peers.. I love them too much to. ( let him hug himself, he needs to... hold onto something. )

My body is a husk with no hope, ( it saddens him to think about, considering someone was supposed to find hope with him, but those are days long gone since he's trapped here. days to never appear since that someone decided to despise him again — that hope that he loved so much, gone. ) ...and with this mediocre talent, I can only feel better about myself because you're here right now...

( not in a good "i can talk to you," way but a "i'm an ultimate and better than you" way. )

[ Perhaps there's comfort in that too, in not being understood, in not being perceived, to exist but have no meaning tied to your existence. ]

Understanding is not a responsibility. It's a want.

[ "They have no choice but to understand" "They'll have to accept the fact whether they like it or not"

People are very good at denying things they don't want to accept. Just look at this school, and their experiences within it. ]

...Why talk to me and explain to me, when you don't want to be understood? Why talk to anybody else? Why be with them? Remember the first two options... talking, and listening... understanding will follow, just by being with people.

Not for the Ultimates... I would never have them deal with someone as incompetent as me...

( they deserve better than that, even now, it's lucky that he's in this room away from them so he doesn't have to ruin their day. his fingers dig into the fabric of his jacket as his eyes fall to the ground... it's always a nice feeling to think about the people he loves, you know! )

...You're the one who requested me to come here after killing someone, and it's hard to get good conversation when everyone hates me!

( it also feels like in this room... he doesn't know how far his luck will go, and if a meteor crashed and hit the counselor... komaeda wouldn't be sad at all. anyway, he's been distancing himself from others as of late anyway, he may have brought himself out of the library, but it's not like he makes an effort to really deal with them. because of that, who can he be understood by? )

Anyway, I have to be with the untalented because making the Ultimates be responsible for their stupidity will not happen on my watch! I have to talk to them, be with them, to protect the purity... Sigh... Only a job we can fulfill.

You can leave at any time.

[ He's probably said that before, I can't remember, but he reminds Komaeda again. It's a general fact of life, anyways, being able to leave when a situation isn't to your liking, and more people should take advantage of that fact. ]

It sounds like you have quite a job on your hands anyways, being responsible for the stupidity of the masses. How are you doing?

Do you want me to go?

( he has said that before, or something to that extent, but komaeda is a firm believer in doing what he wants. if someone asked him to do a particular thing, he doesn't want to, or he'll do something else... that's how this works. of course, he'll carry on before the other can answer. )

...Hm. For the ones that lack talent.

( letting himself go, he's going to stand properly as hands slip into the pockets of his jacket, and he glances up at the ceiling. )

They surprise me, sometimes, but they depend on certain people than depending on themselves... it is... hard to watch, but that's what stupidity does.

They surprise me too. Every day, continuously.

[ And he smiles as he says so, leaning back upon his seat on his desk, looking at Komaeda. ]

That doesn't answer my question, though. How are you doing?

( why did he ask that again? the worst part, komaeda stares at him like he doesn't understand the question. is he doing good? is he doing bad? he doesn't really think about himself all that much... why should he? he has... other important people and things to tend to. )

...

( as he was saying... )

Anyway, I wonder if there's more I can do for them... I'd kill again, but it takes so much thought to make the perfect murder... and who would make the best stepping stone...

( saihara already called dibs on maya, and the vice principle although shaken... will the school fall if she does missing? he looks at the counselor, almost like he's thinking about it. if he kills him... what then? dito probably go insane. )

[ I forgot Shuichi plans to kill Maya and laughed

The counselor meets Komaeda's eyes through the silence and the musing, but most of these students Komaeda involves himself with has never met the counselor; his death wouldn't effect them at all, wouldn't result in anything more than an approving nod and life would go on. ]

Somebody beloved.

[ Who is the most well liked person in the school? Kill them and watch everybody rise to avenge them. ]

Someone loved by the masses...

( he thinks about it, and his mind falls to a particular person within their group. someone... loved by mostly everyone here, and he sighs. )

Stephanie Meanswell would be the perfect choice, a proper stepping stone for them all, I wonder... what they'd do.

( and yet, he shakes his head after as he recalls something important. )

Alas, a lost cause... her mood is far from hopeful, and that is worse than death so there's no need.

( "would you kill me, right here, if you thought it'd give everybody hope. because if our lives are only important if we have hope, then mine doesn't mean anything anymore." ) You oversee us, or our murders, who do you find is loved here? ...Do you even know what love is?

I know love. But love is different for different people.

[ And in his case, whether he feels it towards specific students... would be inappropriate to say, so he doesn't. ]

Why don't you do your best to make her happy, restore that hope?

npc contact.1

full navigation

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

CW GORE A BIT ??

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

tw: suicide ideation

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject