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npc contact.1
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Personally, I enjoy the look. The fear, the paranoia, the vengeance... such things cause the heart to stir. I don't often get to see it first hand, though.
[ Pity. He just has to live vicariously through everybody else. ]
Such a treat requires subtlety, though... It would be no good to ruin so many lives all at once.
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It's a good look. I'd be ecstatic to describe it for you, but nothing's better than seeing it all first hand... When the look kind of stays on their face, even after they're dead? You can't beat that. It's like fine art! Makes me kinda sad I can't keep a body for very long around here.
[ He tilts his head as he considers the other's latter comment though, wondering what he even means by that. Does he want him to be subtle about this?
Dito's the furthest thing from subtle. Ruining a bunch of lives at once sounds like the ideal outcome for him, but if he thinks a little more in the present -- ]
Ha. You want subtle?
[ You're fault for encouraging him, man... ]
Let me kill someone in here. Then you could see.
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The janitor's going to get mad at me for creating more work... How about the hallway just outside the door?
[ As long as no blood is spilled inside his office that should be fine, that'll keep the janitor off his back ]
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But it's the way that his offer isn't being shot down that makes him lean forward a bit more in his seat, eyes lighting up slightly at the prospect of this. ]
Seriously? ... You're not teasing me, right??
[ Because he's getting even more excited now. He scoffs a laugh about it, too. ]
You know, I didn't peg you for a public kind of guy.
[ Hallway isn't that subtle either, man. Not that Dito cares. ]
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There is nothing stopping you from doing whatever you want. Isn't that wonderful?
[ In this world— in any world, the only thing holding people back are morals and conscience and those of other people. But so what? Such things are irrelevant in the face of desire. ]
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Which is to say, his heart skips a beat as he processes what's being said to him. It's nothing he doesn't already know, and yeah, he sure as hell doesn't care about his actions or the consequences (which seem somewhat distant to him) thereof. But it's the fact that someone isn't just flat-out calling him a freak or deterring him from it, that someone isn't shooting down his bloodlust or twisted viewpoint right now... That's what really gets him going.
He grins at this point, standing up and moving to settle both of his hands down on the desk between them as he leans in closer. ]
Give me something sharp, and I'll show you something good.
[ It's kind of funny, he came to this meeting with the intention of maybe seeing something good himself... But he can't complain if it's going to turn out like this. ]
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You have hands, don't you?
[ Why do you need a tool to murder? You don't. ]
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[ He asserts, brows rising slightly like he's confused about the notion of just using his hands. That's no fun. ]
Unless you're telling me to get creative? It's still gonna be real messy, though.
[ Not that Dito has any complaints about that (it's his preference, even), but the state of the office was just being fussed about... He can't help but idly wonder if this approach is meant to cause less mess or what. But he's also got a few ideas on how he can yield some nasty results with his hands.
He tilts his head, interested as he nonetheless considers it. ]
Man, I hope you don't give a shit about that. Or that you're expecting me to just choke someone out. Talk about boring...
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[ You can stab somebody! with your hands!! Messy doesn't matter as long as it's outside his office, but hm, let's see. ]
I'm not supposed to arm my students, technically... [ Not even technically. He's not supposed to do this, period. ] But what happens in this room stays here. You did not receive this from me.
[ He gets off his desk and walks around back where he opens one of the larger desk drawers, rummaging with the sound of metal on metal until he finds what he's looking for and sets it on top of the desk before Dito's hands. It's a dagger, somewhat hefty for its size, with a blade that remains ice cold regardless of how long it's held. ]
Give me a good show, and it's yours to keep.
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Dito raises a brow between what the counselor says to him, in tandem with the jumbled sound of metal in his desk -- he even tries to crane his neck to peer at what's all in there, although he's too short to really see over that far. He can make an educated guess, anyway. It gets him a little excited all over again, thinking about how fucked up this guy actually is. It's perfect, it's everything he wants.
He can't help grinning a little maniacally as soon as the dagger is right there on the desk in front of his hands. There's a thump in his heart as soon as he lays eyes on it, and his pulse goes on overdrive as he can't help laughing about it. ]
Hahaha... You're insane. I love it—!
[ He tentatively slides his fingers closer toward the blade, and whether he's hesitant or relishing the moment is up in the air. But it's not too many seconds before he's grabbing the hilt in one hand, running a finger along the edge with the other. It's cold, and it's sharper than he anticipated, which means he ends up cutting his own finger slightly.
This only results in his pupils dilating, impressed with the tool he's just been given. It's really too good.
Idly, like it's no big deal, he ends up licking the drop of blood off his finger before he regards his counselor again. Leaning in just a little closer over the desk and pointing the blade right at his counselor's neck, as if to drive home how crazy of a decision this was. ]
Sit back and relax. I'll show you something real good.
[ This is so....................................
In any case, Dito's going to fist the hilt of the dagger in one hand as he starts backing away slightly, waving a hand at the counselor as he goes back toward the door.
Eyes on him, please. He wants this attention. ]
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Is it too much to hope Dito will be quiet about it? He doubts the boy will be, and the counselor would never ask him to turn down the revelry. Sorry, nurse-chan. Don't listen. ]
CW GORE A BIT ??
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?
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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. ]
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Really, Dito just wanted to delve his hands a bit around in the innards, maybe mess them up and grind it all into a slush of of a mess--
But this is so pristine and calculated, Dito's eyebrows can't help rising high as he laughs at the goddamn performance his counselor is giving. ]
You really know what you're doing, huh?
[ Not that Dito's complaining. It's so much fun to watch that it even has Dito backing off from the body for a second, bloody hand moving up to rest the side of his face in the palm of his hand as he watches his counselor do this for a minute.
It's great, and it gets his heart racing. He's so excited...
When he's addressed again, he's almost taken by surprise for a second. But he moves to place both of his hands on the floor again, crawling near the body so he can examine closer what's been done with it. He reaches out a hand tentatively, wanting to delve it right into that huge open gash where she's just been gutted...
But he withholds himself, at least for a second to regard his counselor with more attention. Because his counselor is a little more interesting than the dead body right now -- which is saying a lot, in Dito's case. ]
Take whatever the hell you want... As long as I get the dagger.
[ He's earned it, right?! He thinks he's earned it. ]
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I'm satisfied with this much. I did say you can keep the dagger, as long as you give me a good show. And you did. Perhaps one day I'll call you for a repeat performance, and another, and another, until enough has been harvested to assemble a complete body.
[ A joke, maybe. But this is such a nice liver. ]
What will you do with the rest?
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I was talking about something like that with a classmate recently. Y'know, since I seem to get body parts sooo easy...
[ Hearts and such. They just end up in his locker with weird notes. No matter. ]
Maybe I can make my own disgusting zombie at some point!
[ Wouldn't that be great... He's a bit in a daze, his pupils dilated as he moves his hands to delve them further inside of the split open body front of him, closing the distance as he brings his face close to the dead girl's, almost pressing his cheek against hers as he turns his head to gaze at the counselor again moving back into his office, his eyes half-lidded. He's almost euphoric here. ]
I don't have any plans. You got any recommendations, doc?
[ It's almost a mocking reference as he suddenly pushes his hands further up into the girl's chest cavity. ]
What are you gonna do with your part, anyway? Fry it up? You seem like that kind of weirdo.
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[ Or whatever. Either way, he steps back into his office so he can put this thing away before leaving the room to wash his hands off in the bathroom sink. ]
...If you have no plans for that girl, perhaps you should let Them take her.
[ The students in the void, of which they weren't transported to despite the copious amounts of blood flowing from the girl's open chest and all over Dito's shoes. The same had happened when the counselor stabbed Hyde in his office, but he can always take it back. ]