shinnosuke's ready—or (tangled voice) as ready as i'll ever be—albeit very unhappily so. still, there are a few things he wants to check up on. one idiot is among those things, so.
'sup, sei. shinnosuke's got his uniform on so that he can properly adjust to moving around in it, though currently sans hat and veil, showing off the headphone in his right ear.]
[hey! who is shinnosuke('s metatext) calling an idiot!! sei has this!!
...or rather, she thinks she has this. time will tell how things turn out - for all they know the participants the nightman has roped in could throw a wrench in things - but she's ready to do her best. she's also wearing the uniform in an attempt to get used to it, though likewise, it's without the hat and the veil.]
I'm sure. [she sounds confident, at least.] Are you?
[he's not. he never is. for him, it's always less about being "prepared" as so much it is that he's grown numb to his fear. because he has no choice but to do this—and do it well—he will.
he crosses his arms.]
I, however, am dubious about your ability to deliberately act like an asshole to our "guests"...
[he adjusts his position so his hand is on his hip in a feigned annoyed gesture.]
Hey, Vulp-whatever-your-name-is! Mind explaining to me why I've gotta go through this whole killing game thing again? Can't you just let us out of here?
[it's shinnosuke's turn to enter sei's room uninvited.]
Hey, Seizaburo. Spar with me.
[there is definitely no reason for this. it's not because his heart hurts, or because rupert's death feels like a harder blow than usual, or because dealing with the nightman directly is stressful, or anything.]
sei, who is fiddling with lila's laptop because she has never once figured out the password for it and still doesn't actually know what's on it, and has decided that for lack of anything she can actually do right at this moment she might as well try to break into it, looks up from where she's seated at the desk and -
well, she doesn't question it.
with a nod, she rises to her feet and focuses; both her daito and her shoto appear at her waist.]
[if sei goes looking for shinnosuke at all—well, he's not hard to find. his "depressing" room, as the guests have deemed it, is the most private place there is for him, so. he's just sitting on his bed, headphone present in his ear as it always is, and his eyes closed as though he's listening to something.]
[she does go looking for him, and honestly - his room is the first place she checks. she just portals right in, then sits down next to him on his bed without even asking first. hi.]
What, the feminine and overly decorative room that's definitely compensating for someone and a laptop that claims Orion is hot [presumably they got into that laptop eventually] isn't to your taste?
there is only so much public interaction a hard introvert like shinnosuke can take, so sooner or later he's escaping to patrol a quiet hallway instead.]
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shinnosuke's ready—or (tangled voice) as ready as i'll ever be—albeit very unhappily so. still, there are a few things he wants to check up on. one idiot is among those things, so.
'sup, sei. shinnosuke's got his uniform on so that he can properly adjust to moving around in it, though currently sans hat and veil, showing off the headphone in his right ear.]
It's almost showtime. You sure you're ready?
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...or rather, she thinks she has this. time will tell how things turn out - for all they know the participants the nightman has roped in could throw a wrench in things - but she's ready to do her best. she's also wearing the uniform in an attempt to get used to it, though likewise, it's without the hat and the veil.]
I'm sure. [she sounds confident, at least.] Are you?
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[he's not. he never is. for him, it's always less about being "prepared" as so much it is that he's grown numb to his fear. because he has no choice but to do this—and do it well—he will.
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I, however, am dubious about your ability to deliberately act like an asshole to our "guests"...
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What for? I'll just act like you, then it will be easy.
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she immediately feels a little bad for saying that, but she doesn't apologize because she's trying to prove she can be a jerk.]
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All right. Then, I'll test you. I'm going to pretend to be one of the guests.
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Hey, Vulp-whatever-your-name-is! Mind explaining to me why I've gotta go through this whole killing game thing again? Can't you just let us out of here?
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week 3, monday
Lepus! I need you to do me a favor!
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—Oh, it's just you. Geez... [he relaxes and puts the knife away.] What do you want?
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[YOU SHOULDN'T JUST BARGE IN EITHER?]
I need you to teach me how to play baseball!
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kicks gmail where the fuck was my notif for this
gmail :pensive:
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week 4, friday
Hey, Seizaburo. Spar with me.
[there is definitely no reason for this. it's not because his heart hurts, or because rupert's death feels like a harder blow than usual, or because dealing with the nightman directly is stressful, or anything.]
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sei, who is fiddling with lila's laptop because she has never once figured out the password for it and still doesn't actually know what's on it, and has decided that for lack of anything she can actually do right at this moment she might as well try to break into it, looks up from where she's seated at the desk and -
well, she doesn't question it.
with a nod, she rises to her feet and focuses; both her daito and her shoto appear at her waist.]
Of course. To the dojo, then?
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[he has to ask.]
But yeah, sure.
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[more like "when" she's from...
anyway, she'll make a shadow portal and head on in there with him.]
With bokuto, or real blades?
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[shinnosuke isn't the technological genius his cousin is, but he at least knows how to use a laptop.]
Bokuto, probably. If anything happened, it'd raise a few questions if we showed up to trial tomorrow bleeding.
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week 5, saturday
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Wow. You've really made yourself at home here, huh?
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there is only so much public interaction a hard introvert like shinnosuke can take, so sooner or later he's escaping to patrol a quiet hallway instead.]
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safety in numbers, though, so sei doesn't let him go alone. but! since he's probably all people'd out, she'll keep quiet for now.]
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...there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous down this hall, either.
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