![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
npc contact.1
As the game progresses, different npc faculty and students will become available for threading. To request a thread, please comment below with the name of the npc and the ic date in the subject header. Threads may be cut short due to mod availability, so please have a reason in mind for the interaction.
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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?
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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?
no subject
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.
no subject
[ 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. ]