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Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
5/14
Wednesday
3:40 PM

Black matte finish with tinted windows. However cozy, the van was unquestionably shifty. The back was dimly-lit, and while spacious in its own respect, undersized for even a fraction of the whole student body - laps were, predictably, encroached upon. The windows brought the full length of the parking zone into view, where the street was visibly - and suspiciously - desolate.
'The Warden' sat comfortably in the driver's seat, her jacket and beret folded over the full length of the passenger side. Without hesitation or the slightest discernible hint of inexperience, she reversed onto the empty road where the vehicle found its motion.

Buildings passed by in droves - the car navigated the labyrinthine paths with ease, however strange or convoluted they became, however many landmarks it came across. Traversing the full length of Kayatomi began to reveal just how bizarre the pathways truly were, as though they were built to actively stall the denizens, distracting them with all manner of hot-spots and shops to impede their travel. In the distance, the mountain loomed high above the buildings, serving as the only reliable indicator of their progress, apart from the GPS which mounted the dashboard.

4:07 PM
A momentary siren wail. The van swerved onto the sidewalk, which stretched on for miles beside the field clearing without a person in sight, and a police car slowed to a crawl adjacent to it. The Warden rolled down the window.

The officer spoke, voice slurred and riddled with half-conscious delirium, yet his eyes strung painfully wide and bloodshot and lips contorted into an unsettling smile;
"Goo~ood morning~..."

"It's four in the afternoon," she retorted with inscrutable nonchalance, unfazed by the sight, though the rancid scent of sweat and blood was much harder to waft away.

"Is it? I must've lost track~."

Her gaze darted to the uncombed clumps of greasy hair that stuck to his scalp, and the bludgeon-swelling around his fingertips. She narrowed her eyes.
"Do you have a reason for pulling us over?"

"'us'? There's more of youuu~? I'd love to meet them~..."

"Quite. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to get going now."

"Why not stay a while longer~?"

Her glare stiffened. She rolled up the window. The officer lingered for several seconds longer, staring unresponsively into the sun-lit black of the glass, before eventually relenting and returning to his vehicle. With another flick of the siren, the cruiser turned and went on its way.
The Warden slipped between the seats, crouching before the group. She pulled back her frilled sleeves and brought a walkie-talkie to her collar.

"Themis to Kiriio Area Command. We've got another 'Euphoria' case. 33-year-old male, dispatch from Kayatomi Police Department. Exhibits mania, dyschronometria, delayed reaction time, visible hair loss and internal bleeding around the fingertips. Evaluate for potential drug use. Over."
In an odd change of character, Hiru wasn't asleep in the van.

In fact, the boy showed no signs of his usual narcolepsy at any time of the trip. Seatbelts tight-- holding on into the sides of the van for balance, despite the fact he was essentially sunk into his seat, with how hard he was sitting on it. Uncomfortable shifts-- eyes wide open, as his breathing was a bit heavier from before. Clear discomfort in his eyes. The memory was clear-- Hiru did not want to go into the van. He asked the Warden multiple times for them to go on foot, or anything else-- but in the end, either out of sheer pressure or perhaps submissiveness, Hiru entered the vehicle like a dog walking into a vet.

It was rather bizarre for the sleepyhead artist. Maybe a bit disheartening for others, to see someone like him this...Unsettled. Perhaps a first for everyone who knows him, too.

The sound of sirens seemed to stir more discomfort into him, as he sunk deep into his chair, holding his seatbelts tight, his knuckles going white on the process-- almost as if he was driving near the edge of an abyss.

"..." He offered no words as the cop appeared, in his clear and unsettling behavior. His sight was almost like a nightmare-- Hiru immediately looking away and hiding under his hoodie. The panda-like design of it covering his face, offering a fake smile for those around him. Small tremors in his feet-- his hands almost giving up strength, before, thankfully, the cop went away, and Hiru looked under the hoodie again.

Offering a gaze to the Warden, Hiru finally spoke.

"I-is he...Is he going to--" 'Crash into us?' No, no. He can't ask that. It wasn't what he wanted to ask, anyways. "...He's not going to crash into anything, is he? He...Looked pretty bad... sorry..." Another submissive answer-- for no apparent reason. A sight of stress, perhaps.
 

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Lucky Laki Malakis
Cramped in the small van with the other, Minato could not help feel like they were criminals being taken to prison. The more she thought of the situation they were in, the more unusual it seemed. What was this all about, why would the police want students to help them least of all the one they consider "bad eggs". She would not trust anyone here fully for doing anything for them. As though about it her head began to hurt as if the physical act of thinking about the whole thing was painful. She sighed, feeling the pain just worsened even when she tried to stop to thinking, eventually turning to a throbbing pain. She clutched her forehead feeling the sweat build there as she leaned back on her seat. Her pills were in the bag in the van storage so it seemed she had to grin and bare it for now.

The next few minutes were agony, any screech or roar of engine even chatter among her compatriots flared the throbbing pain. It took all her strength to keep quiet despite the growing pain and irritation. Not so much she did not offend anyone more she did not like to appear ill to anyone even Haru. She had plenty of practice of hiding it, to onlooker she was just resting her eyes. The sudden sirens though ended the illusion, the noise was like someone put a pneumatic drill in her brain. She groaned and cursed, looking around to find the source of the noise. "...Seriously?!" Noting the tawk between the warden and the officer but in her state not taking in what was said closely.

"Oh dont be stupid!" She snapped at hiru, at this point finding his meek voice grating. "Just a misunderstanding..."
 

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From detention, to tension, to a van. Miss Supervisor -whose name he still did not know- herded them out to where a van lay waiting, and not at all to his surprise, there was protesting.

Not that he didn't understand the sentiment, as he couldn't say he would be entirely comfortable having virtual strangers or acquaintances plop onto his lap for a ride that had a unknown time length.

So he asked if they could not wait for another van or perhaps borrow one of the schools to maybe prevent things getting too cramped given the numbers. Miss Supervisor had responded with a resolute "No" immediately at the suggestion. With that, he had remained silent as one-by-one, complaints were shut down. One particular person however caught his attention. The Great Sloth the social grapevine spoke of was one of just a few noticeable faces that fell into the resistant line of those unwilling to board the ride that was their sentencing. It was an odd, strange change in behavior from what he generally knew Hiru to be like and one Erasmus noticed immediately from how the benign narcoleptic teen, continuously protested.

Watching in concern, logic dictated what he was seeing was the response to a phobia Hiru was going to be forced to deal with. It tugged at his heartstrings and Erasmus decided he would take a seat behind the kind lad, if at least to offer him additional small talk outside of his girlfriend Minato. And so when people finally began boarding at a steadier flow than before, Erasmus tapped Kaida on the shoulder with a small smile that briefly made him wince from his still sore nose. In halting Japanese, with a slightly stuffy voice: "I'm going to catch a seat. Here, for you." Pulling out a small container of pocky sticks, he offered it to her. "I meant to take some home to my siblings. But..." he shrugged, the pain from his busted lower lip and sting from the slightly swollen nose turning his smile into a minor wince he made disappear as he exhaled into a sigh.

Gently taking her hand and plopping the candy container into her hand, Erasmus nodded his head in respectful departure-- then hopped into the bus to find a seat nearby Hiru.

4:07

Perspiration was an old, annoying friend. Perhaps it was being packed together with strangers, or perhaps it was the fact there was a weight on his laps that wasn't his backpack. Whatever the case, he was surprised to hear the chime of sirens that made everything else trivial.

The van parked. The blue neared. Window was dropped. And-- He was speechless.

The officer looked a little on the side of loony than the law.

Silent, perturbed, Erasmus watched the exchange without a word. It was only after hearing Minato, Erasmus was drawn back to reality as a walkie-talkie was pulled out. Looking to the Supervisor as she relayed her notary, Erasmus decided to address Hiru first.

"Namaya-san," he said gently but a little louder than was normal, "please, relax. I'm sure the Supervisor has everything under control. I want you to try something though. Uh, when I used to get really nervous I learned a trick. Try taking deep breathes to calm yourself. In-and-out, focus on breathing slowly, it might help you calm a little. " Then turning his attention to the warden Erasmus said: "Uh, Miss Supervisor....you said we would be consulting witnesses to this case. How exactly are we, um, going to contribute to this 'service' we're being taken to? You never really explained what we were doing. Just uh" he tugged on his collar and fanned himself a bit, "that you would be taking us there."
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Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
Cramped in the small van with the other, Minato could not help feel like they were criminals being taken to prison. The more she thought of the situation they were in, the more unusual it seemed. What was this all about, why would the police want students to help them least of all the one they consider "bad eggs". She would not trust anyone here fully for doing anything for them. As though about it her head began to hurt as if the physical act of thinking about the whole thing was painful. She sighed, feeling the pain just worsened even when she tried to stop to thinking, eventually turning to a throbbing pain. She clutched her forehead feeling the sweat build there as she leaned back on her seat. Her pills were in the bag in the van storage so it seemed she had to grin and bare it for now.

The next few minutes were agony, any screech or roar of engine even chatter among her compatriots flared the throbbing pain. It took all her strength to keep quiet despite the growing pain and irritation. Not so much she did not offend anyone more she did not like to appear ill to anyone even Haru. She had plenty of practice of hiding it, to onlooker she was just resting her eyes. The sudden sirens though ended the illusion, the noise was like someone put a pneumatic drill in her brain. She groaned and cursed, looking around to find the source of the noise. "...Seriously?!" Noting the tawk between the warden and the officer but in her state not taking in what was said closely.

"Oh dont be stupid!" She snapped at hiru, at this point finding his meek voice grating. "Just a misunderstanding..."
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From detention, to tension, to a van. Miss Supervisor -whose name he still did not know- herded them out to where a van lay waiting, and not at all to his surprise, there was protesting.

Not that he didn't understand the sentiment, as he couldn't say he would be entirely comfortable having virtual strangers or acquaintances plop onto his lap for a ride that had a unknown time length.

So he asked if they could not wait for another van or perhaps borrow one of the schools to maybe prevent things getting too cramped given the numbers. Miss Supervisor had responded with a resolute "No" immediately at the suggestion. With that, he had remained silent as one-by-one, complaints were shut down. One particular person however caught his attention. The Great Sloth the social grapevine spoke of was one of just a few noticeable faces that fell into the resistant line of those unwilling to board the ride that was their sentencing. It was an odd, strange change in behavior from what he generally knew Hiru to be like and one Erasmus noticed immediately from how the benign narcoleptic teen, continuously protested.

Watching in concern, logic dictated what he was seeing was the response to a phobia Hiru was going to be forced to deal with. It tugged at his heartstrings and Erasmus decided he would take a seat behind the kind lad, if at least to offer him additional small talk outside of his girlfriend Minato. And so when people finally began boarding at a steadier flow than before, Erasmus tapped Kaida on the shoulder with a small smile that briefly made him wince from his still sore nose. In halting Japanese, with a slightly stuffy voice: "I'm going to catch a seat. Here, for you." Pulling out a small container of pocky sticks, he offered it to her. "I meant to take some home to my siblings. But..." he shrugged, the pain from his busted lower lip and sting from the slightly swollen nose turning his smile into a minor wince he made disappear as he exhaled into a sigh.

Gently taking her hand and plopping the candy container into her hand, Erasmus nodded his head in respectful departure-- then hopped into the bus to find a seat nearby Hiru.

4:07

Perspiration was an old, annoying friend. Perhaps it was being packed together with strangers, or perhaps it was the fact there was a weight on his laps that wasn't his backpack. Whatever the case, he was surprised to hear the chime of sirens that made everything else trivial.

The van parked. The blue neared. Window was dropped. And-- He was speechless.

The officer looked a little on the side of loony than the law.

Silent, perturbed, Erasmus watched the exchange without a word. It was only after hearing Minato, Erasmus was drawn back to reality as a walkie-talkie was pulled out. Looking to the Supervisor as she relayed her notary, Erasmus decided to address Hiru first.

"Namaya-san," he said gently but a little louder than was normal, "please, relax. I'm sure the Supervisor has everything under control. I want you to try something though. Uh, when I used to get really nervous I learned a trick. Try taking deep breathes to calm yourself. In-and-out, focus on breathing slowly, it might help you calm a little. " Then turning his attention to the warden Erasmus said: "Uh, Miss Supervisor....you said we would be consulting witnesses to this case. How exactly are we, um, going to contribute to this 'service' we're being taken to? You never really explained what we were doing. Just uh" he tugged on his collar and fanned himself a bit, "that you would be taking us there."
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A little whine escaped his lips as Minato exploded at him-- he was a bit used to it. He knew Minato-san used to explode whenever she was stressed, but he truly wished she understood him. He had his reasons for being this way...And while he isn't sure if she understood or not, he wished he did say to her properly-- but he was too cowardly to do so. His 'sorry' came out soon after, as he knew she was going to explode at him-- and as such, he did it beforehand.

Erasmus words, however, caused him to look up, blinking a few times. A little look of admiration appeared on his face, as a small, tired smile appeared on him before Hiru closed his eyes and nodded in the direction of the boy. "...Thank you...Erasmus-kuuuuuun-- I just tend to sleep on this situation...I was...Just worried...From what she just said...He could be under the influence of some drug...I'm worried about him and his overall...Safety..."

Hiru looked at Minato-- and he considered placing a hand on her own-- but he was a bit worried. Instead, he only did so gently, barely touching her as to not make her uncomfortable. "U-Um...I'm sorry...Minato-chaaaan...I'm just...Not okay with cars..."
 

CapRock

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Shirou Lancaster
Off to a great start.
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3:40 PM

While most of the detention's denizens had taken issue to boarding the van, Shirou boarded it bearing naught but an amused snicker to himself. What was there to hate about this? He'd take a trip around town over a dull classroom any time of day. Hell, wasn't that part of the reason why he was there in the first place? Skipping detention to pay for skipping class. There was the prospect of work looming into the near future, but in the off chance detective work proved itself even more brain-numbing than regular detention, it was significantly easier to simply ditch the group there than through the flawless masterplan Jordan attempted back in class.
With all that in mind, Shirou spared not a qualm about enjoying the ride, burrowing into his seat and spreading both legs and arms outward as a cordial invite to any brave enough to draw close. It wouldn't be wrong to see the extent of his limbs as an event horizon of sorts within the bus: Cross that line and you'd fall pray to a swift embrace that wouldn't let go until the end of the ride. From a glance, Shirou noticed that the soft narcoleptic was having issues with the car ride, some already rushing in to comfort him. He himself merely lifted an eyebrow. It was confusing to him that a human being could function and come so far without the ability to endure a simple vehicle ride, but that was the extent of his interest. Hopefully something more alluring would befall soon upon their trip.

4:07 PM

Lo and behold, it did! Though given, the policeman's state left Shirou utterly jealous of him. In a swift move, he picked his phone and took a surreptitious picture of the man, only cracking an amused smile and a giggle after he had turned and gone away. When Hiru expressed concerns over the man's health, Erasmus and Minato were quick to quell them. They mentioned the Warden in it, as well, something he could only see as a delusion brought by the desperate attempt to justify not taking action over the issue. Not a problem for the Lancaster. Instead, he simply turned to Hiru and said:
"What part of it is our problem, anyway?" His next words were more directed at everyone in the van. "From what I remember, we are here to find a bunch of dumbasses who got lost. That Naofumi guy... Wasn't him that weirdo who walked around with a Shinai on the hallways?" Recalling from his memory, he could definitely remember at least a couple of public incidents regarding people picking on the boy and his bamboo prop. In both cases, the also missing lass Mei had ended up scaring off the bullies, but the rumors spread like an oil spill in Nageku high. "Maybe he's off to save the world from evil!" He added, chuckling at his own joke. How could he help himself? He was hilarious.


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loveweaver

The 10th Muse
SOLEIL 足利
Soleil Ashikaga


4:05 PM

Actions had consequences. Breaking the rules got punishments. And while Soleil had been wholly ready to accept hers...this was too much.​

The rumbling of the car and the hum of the engine were things that usually set Soleil to sleep. She had plenty of many memories of falling asleep in a car, sometimes to and sometimes from a shoot. But this car ride? It screamed discomfort. Maybe it was how the van was packed; making her nervously close to people who simply scared her (like Dreyer or Rei), to people she didn't want to associate with, and to people she simply didn't know. Maybe it was the how the car ride seemed to take an eternity, drifting on by to a destination unknown. Maybe it was the fact that it just made her feel like a criminal instead of a truant. Either way, it set a feeling of unease in her. It made her wish she was home all by herself, instead of being with troublemakers and delinquents. Because honestly? Just being in the same cramped space with Lancaster made her want to hop out of the van. But Soleil knew that none of that mattered—whether she was relaxed or as uncomfortable as she was right now, whether she loved or despised the people in the van, it didn't matter. All that mattered was making sure people saw the image they expected from her. And so the others didn't see the judging, uneasy Soleil. Instead, hey saw a Soleil Ashikaga who was composed...who remained in even this situation with that silent dignity she always carried, who even with this crowd could flash a short yet breathtaking smile if a stray gaze were to ever cross with hers. After all, that was what was expected from her...


Yet, a mask wasn't enough to just ignore the discomfort.
With each passing minute, Soleil found a rising need to distract herself. She didn't want to focus on Namaya, who struggled only a few seats away; because his distress, the feeling of being quietly, helplessly smothered in anxiety that was all too familiar to her. She didn't want to focus on Tanaka, his friend—girlfriend?—who seemed caught up in her own pain, snapping at the poor narcoleptic; because she knew that no matter how much she worried over either of them, she couldn't work up the will to voice that concern. When she inevitably heard Erasmus go to help, part of her was relieved that someone else had done it; while another part of her was frustrated for just feeling that way. No—Soleil couldn't stand the thought of just silently sitting there, waiting longer in hopes the situation would become more tolerable. The people wouldn't change, she wouldn't change, and it didn't seem like their situation would change anytime soon. She had to do something, anything to distract herself. Her phone wasn't exactly an option...considering how many texts and emails probably lay in wait from them. Of course...there was always another option, though. An option that she happened to be sitting on.

Soleil turned her head around. Offering a smile not entirely fake—filled with genuine gratitude, but also holding her typical well-tempered allure. "Again, thank you, Kaida-chan~." Soleil hadn't managed to get her own seat, with the thought of trying to assert a seat for herself against people like Rei-san and Dreyer-san being far too scary. It wasn't like Soleil wanted her lap in particular, either. It was just that out of the strangers in the van, she happened to ask her. But now, that didn't really matter. Soleil continued speaking, her voice low as to not draw in too much attention. "No disrespect to your lap...but as comfortable as it is, I hope this car ride finishes soon. I can't imagine having me sitting on you for so long being enjoyable, ahah...~" A soft laugh followed, short but just as pleasant to the ears as her giggle had been. Of course Soleil knew what she was doing. She was teasing the poor girl to get her mind off other things, using Kaida as her distraction.

However unexpectedly though, something else came to grab her attention—the blaring of a police siren. An officer, pulling over an officer. That was something, wasn't it? Her gaze flickered back over to the side window of the Warden, and to...what didn't seem much like a cop, and more like someone...not quite there. She wasn't nearly close enough to the window to hear their exchange, but she could at least make out the cop's out-of-place behavior and the Warden's radio call afterwards. Something about it all inheritely disturbed her, and Soleil just about leaned back in her seat to distance herself from it. Before remembering Kaida was her seat. Soleil took a glance behind her, and after a second began to mutter something quietly. Trying to keep her words just between her and Kaida. "It's no wonder why we're doing the jobs of the police, if that's the state of them...what are they even doing?" There was a hint of distaste in her words. Though she wasn't nearly as vocal as Kaida, it wasn't like their opinions on the who state of things were that different.

God, she couldn't wait to get out of this van.

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Colorless Spectrum

Always Blue


Aoi Mochizuki | 望月 葵

Aoi was given a swift answer by telling her to wait. She shrugged and just continued doing her thing. A little later, while still listening to music repeatedly stopping midway her tapping at her desk as a piano, she grew increasingly frustrated. There was a hollowness in her chest that she couldn't describe until there came irritation at herself. She was then tapped on the shoulder by someone that reminded her of a cat with his different colored eyes. She stared at her as he talked, not really hearing what he was able to say and when he finished that was when she freed her ears from the music. He told her again that it was time to go.

The pianist gave an audible tsk as she got up from her seat and proceeded out and into the van, immediately taking a seat by the middle she watched as the one who talked to her earlier, a name she can't remember, proceeded to lure another blue-haired student that was led to the seat by sweets. She watched it as the harmonious sound of percussion and strings fill her ears once more. It was an odd sight but nothing she wanted to comment on, and soon enough the van was cramped and the boy from earlier was next to her.

She could see from her phone that it was already passed four in the afternoon while she was sifting through her playlist for a piece of modern music to listen to until she felt the vehicle halt, finding the glare of the police siren harsh on her eyes. Curiosity gets the better of her as she took out her earphones to know what is going on. She couldn't hear everything clearly but she heard enough to get a gist of things. She crooked her head slightly to the side and leaned against her seat.

She heard Hiru voicing concern about the police that the Warden encountered earlier, which to be honest was weird how the man interacted. He seemed out of it, oddly happy but retarded, as if he was on drugs. But what bothered her was the things that their care taker said to the walkie that she was holding. Eramus asked about what exactly they are going to be doing giving an approving nod to his question, and giving a quick and soft humm to Ashikaga's statement.

She also wanted to what Themis, a mere guess from what she had heard but it may as well be a code name, has in store for them but she's more piqued by her connection to the Kirijo Group. "Are you really having teenagers do the work of a professional adult? And what does the Kirijo group have to do with this? What does a global multinational trading company want with a small town like Kayatomi?" At this point she was just irritated of it all. She's in detention, she's gonna be made to do community service, and there was so many questions that there was yet no answer.

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Arcanist

One Espresso Depresso
Kaida Fuyoku
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It was undestandable for students to protest being shoved inside a van, no less with tinted windows. Kaida, on form as usual, was one of the more vocal protesters. The prospect of having to board this van troubled her due to its size. Anyone could see that the van could only pack so many in, and with that, somebody was going to be perched on someone else's lap. Kaida announced she wouldn't be sitting on anyone's lap in that van, and before she could continue her statement of refusing to enter the van, the Warden remarked in that cool tone of hers that she would be sitting in a seat then, if she was so lucky to grab one first. Everyone else garnered the same treatment, though, it still didn't stop Kaida from taking it as a personal affront. Even as she waited to board this death trap with all these other students, she stood with her hands stuffed in her pockets, shoulders hunched, trying not to implode like a can of soda inevitably would after being shaken up.

A tap on the shoulder elicited a flinch and a whirl around from Kaida, her upcoming explosive reaction similar to someone opening up that shaken can. Though, she managed to get a grip on herself before she let anything toxic spill from her mouth, recognising one green eye, and one blue, on her. He smiled at her, and she knew she should have returned the greeting gesture, but the surprise of the moment stole that function away from her. Or perhaps that was what she wanted to think as she let awkward tugs at the corners of her lips suffice instead. She wondered if her father's jibes held weight after all; "If you keep scowling like that, your face will stay that way." She did have a lot of difficulty smiling now.

Her fellow vulture announced that he would be joining the both pathetic and nightmarish van moshpit in search of a seat, and soon presented a small box of pocky sticks. For her. Kaida could only stare at the box, feeling saliva pool in her mouth. She looked up to Erasmus and properly looked at him as he spoke, grasping at words for her to spew back in some form of a thanks. It seemed a genuine kindness - instead of sudden wide eyed panic and quick turns in the hallway - was enough to make her speechless. She noticed the discolouring around part of his lower lip as well as the swelling on his nose - a sight all too common in her boxing matches - and felt compelled to ask him about it, maybe even if he was ok. No, maybe that was too out of character. She'd look soft, asking that, wouldn't she? Showing concern for someone other than herself so openly. The inner debate didn't continue for much longer, as Erasmus took her hand, dropped the box in it. Kaida ended up blurting out a, "Oh, uh, thanks," instead, and Erasmus nodded before he got into the van. She looked down at the gift in her hand, opening the box and as she too boarded the death trap.


Kaida lost count of how many pockies she had munched through. The girl eventually had to pocket them, despite the euphoria she felt with every bite. She didn't know if it had been her snackish cravings, or perhaps just the comfort of eating that had done this, but she had been in something of a subdued state through an early part of the trip. Usually alert to her surroundings, focusing on chipping through those sticks like some beaver had destroyed that briefly awareness - apart from the constant awareness of one Soleil Ashikaga on her lap. She sat poised with a composed air around her despite what she had sat on, and seemed almost positive in such a shitty, crammed situation like this - or what Kaida could tell, since she couldn't see her face. Kaida only let her sit on her lap due to people already cramming themselves onto seats and there being no other option but to let her - but then again, that allure she was known to have struck, and perhaps it softened Kaida a little, not to be so stand-offish in a situation none of them wanted to be in.

...or maybe it was just one too many Pocky sticks that subdued her brute nature. For now.

Kaida eyed Soleil as she turned to her with a smile, another one she wasn't sure how to respond to, and thanked her, obviously for the seat Kaida provided for her. The girl just shrugged, a kind of 'sure, you're welcome' gesture, and assumed that was that. Though, Kaida couldn't hide the confusion in her eyes when Soleil continued speaking with her, albeit in a lower tone. She opened her mouth to answer her, that she shared the same sentiment in wanting this ride to be over, until she caught the rest of the sentence. Her mouth lay open, blinking at the statement, running it over in her head as all that came from her throat was guttural "u-uh's". The laugh that followed, as melodious as the first, seemed to trip Kaida up more. She brought her up hands up around her cheeks and her nose, a pathetic fake sniffling, and mumblings of 'allergies' hitting again. She felt the temperature rise in her cheeks, and in response to try and ignore the blushing, responded, "N-no, no, I can imagine it--no, I mean, for you--as in, the, getting out--" But her voice trailed off, digging herself a bigger hole than the one she had already dropped herself into.

A saving grace - or was it really? - came in the form of a siren. Kaida shifted a little uncomfortably in her seat, though, promptly halted soon after. With Soleil on top, and not really wanting to move so much, she struggled to see around to the window to see what the commotion was. Instead, she strained her ear to hear the conversation both the Warden, and what she assumed was an officer's, conversation. Kaida found police officers uneasy to be around as was, but this made her feel uneasier. From what she could pick up, the guy sounded as if he had gone too hard on a few drinks. It soon became apparent that wasn't the case when the Warden, or Themis, talked about some potential 'Euphoria' case. Before she could wonder much on that word, she glimpsed Soleil leaning backwards, and was about to thrust her hands forward in a knee jerk reaction, though, Soleil seemed to remember Kaida behind her, and the girl couldn't help but give a silent sigh of relief. Kaida's attention went back to Soleil's hushed words, and she couldn't help but note the slight change in tone, different from her earlier, bright tone. Though, she could understand that disdain.

"Police are the same wherever you go," Kaida mumbled as she thought back to Tokyo. A contempt started to grate in her voice as she continued, "Same here. Some of them are useless. And when they finally decide to be, the damage is already done."
 

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When she blocked his path he locked eyes with her. The fury in his own contrasted her own coldness. He felt his pulse quicken and his left fist clench and the anger rise like bubbles from a boiling pot of water. After Erasmus's words he began to cool off, he didn't need to make more trouble for his dad by hitting a cop, he sighed angrily and turned back toward his seat, not before he shoulder checked Erasmus.

After being herded into a van, him being the tallest he had to sit on one of the seats in the van, he didn't want to be in close proximity with people he didn't know or particularly care for, some of them were on his shit list already. He began to panic a bit after he saw people start commandeered laps. On the outside he was stone faced, on the inside he was panicking. Hard. After they had started moving he visibly relaxed after none of the lap pirates had decided on him as a target. It was one of the times that he was grateful for the fact that most people avoided him. Still there was that stray thought that it wouldn't be half bad if one of them did. He had the mental image of the devil and angel on his shouldes. "Hey man, don't sweat it, those thoughts are completely normal, say why don't you ask-" The devil said as the angel cut him off "No." it said flatly. "But what if-" the angel cut off the devil again "NO." it said more forcefully this time. "Aww come on!" the devil whined. "Hard no." the angel said with an icy glare at the devil. he was roused by his daydream by a cop pulling them over, by the looks of him he was on something strong as hell. "If I didn't know any better I'd say that guy was shooting some hard h..." he said to no one in particular, his hometown had some bad areas back in the states, and he knew a junkie when he saw one.

He couldn't stand the awkward feeling of the cramped van, he looked over at the purple hair girl and smirked. "So Rei, how are you're buddies doing? I heard one of them had broken ribs and that another's gonna need a face mask after I broke his nose." he may have gone a little overboard, but from what he had heard the kid had it coming anyway, he had him in a headlock on a ground, and kept punching even after he heard the nose snap. Wasn't a pretty sight after they finally pulled him and Jordan apart.

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A little whine escaped his lips as Minato exploded at him-- he was a bit used to it. He knew Minato-san used to explode whenever she was stressed, but he truly wished she understood him. He had his reasons for being this way...And while he isn't sure if she understood or not, he wished he did say to her properly-- but he was too cowardly to do so. His 'sorry' came out soon after, as he knew she was going to explode at him-- and as such, he did it beforehand.

Erasmus words, however, caused him to look up, blinking a few times. A little look of admiration appeared on his face, as a small, tired smile appeared on him before Hiru closed his eyes and nodded in the direction of the boy. "...Thank you...Erasmus-kuuuuuun-- I just tend to sleep on this situation...I was...Just worried...From what she just said...He could be under the influence of some drug...I'm worried about him and his overall...Safety..."

Hiru looked at Minato-- and he considered placing a hand on her own-- but he was a bit worried. Instead, he only did so gently, barely touching her as to not make her uncomfortable. "U-Um...I'm sorry...Minato-chaaaan...I'm just...Not okay with cars..."
Minato instantly realized her mistake in her treatment of Hiru. In her current state, she had forgotten about Hiru discomfort with being in cars. She leaned her head back and groaned loudly and angrily at her mistake before sighing. "Sorry, hoshi, i forgot..." She said softly finding the energy to look at him and force a guilty smile as her hand intertwined with his gently but firmly. "I am having my migraine..." She admitted to him. "Whatever Erasmus-chan said is probably correct... I admit I did not see what happened. I mean I saw the warden speaking to officer. I thought... Hold on a second.... " She paused her hand reaching for his mouth as she felt a bout of nausea.

She was getting sick of this time after time, despite being cured she's still having these migraines. Apparently it was something to do with the surgery she had, what the removed or nicked or something she could not remember. It was frustrating more than having the actual migraines as it reminded her this was her life for on.
 

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Yuzuki trailed dutifully along with the rest on the group, packing up the supplies the boy lent her. It seemed like the Warden’s glare kept everyone in line enough for her to drag them all along, and Yuzuki didn’t even get a chance to speak to the guy. What’s more, the van was too small to fit all of them, and some of them were stuck stacked on top of each other. Somehow, Yuzuki managed to get a window-seat on the far side of the van, and she still pulled herself as close to the edge as possible. She kept her bag in her hands and her hands in her lap.

How Ashikaga-senpai maintained her calm despite the atmosphere was almost irritating, in a way. Even Namaya-san was staring to crack and whine. Yuzuki took a breath, and crushed the budding feelings. While there was probably something going on with him, there wasn’t much any of them could do now, considering the Warden had forced him in with a glare. For a second, Yuzuki glared her own daggers into the back of the woman’s head before letting out another breath and turning away.

And then the arguments started. The cramped pressure, the noise, overwhelmed them. Once one person started, it would spread to the others, and there was nothing they could do but wait for the tension to fully burst. It would certainly help if certain people weren’t provoking each other. Yuzuki shrunk back, eyes flickering between each of them, watching them for the slightest change in expression or movement, any sign that they’d decided to turn their anger onto her, not that there was anywhere for her to run. The brief flash of jumping out of the van was quickly shoved down. In that way, in was easy for her to ignore the cop who’d pulled them over, and the Warden’s unknown report.

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Refaulted

The Very Tired Man
本田 謙三
Honda Kenzo


To be fair, he had expected a response along those lines, but he had also expected a lot more venom.

He wasn't sure why she had been so snide about him just needing to borrow a hair tie, though. As far as he knew, he had never done anything to her, and prior to that interaction, he couldn't recall a single time he had ever spoken to her. Sure, they had passed each other a couple of times, maybe seen one another outside of the school, but he couldn't think of anything he had done to warrant her annoyance. If this was all the case, then she fell into the same category as Shirou, Rei, and some of the other students, who just disliked him for his reputation. He let out a hushed sigh as he stared out the window of the van, drumming his fingers in an erratic pattern on his leg.

'It isn't fair...'

Kenzo's hands stopped moving for a moment as the thought went through his head, and he quickly shut it out. Instead, he turned his attention to the rest of the van. He had done his best to sit as far away from Shirou as possible, resulting in him staying as close to the wall of the van as possible. His shoulders were bent inwards to take up the least amount of space possible, and his legs were pressed tightly together. All in all, he was doing his best to be invisible at this point, and it seemed to be working to an extent. Hiru and Minato seemed to be arguing slightly, though it seemed to just be Minato having a fit. Erasmus was trying to deescalate the situation, and Soleil was sitting on Kaida's lap, trying to make small talk.

What really made him perk up in shock was the officer that had pulled them over, only because Kenzo knew him, to an extent. Kenzo usually saw him around the market district, and he had been at his father's funeral as well. He had spoken to Kenzo a couple times once he returned to Kayatomi, but Kenzo never tried to reach out to him often. So seeing him in such a state caused Kenzo to hold his breath, a sharp intake of breath heard from him, though his face was still eerily stony. It seemed too impossible that he would just happen to be so far gon on drugs like he was. It was out of nowhere, and it didn't sit right in Kenzo's gut. He looked towards the detective, but decided to bite his tongue. She seemed to have been dealing with this for a while, and it wasn't his business. He would just get in the way of the authorities. And the woman already had to deal with Aoi asking infuriated questions, and Shirou...just being Shirou.

Kenzo closed his eyes and resumed tapping his fingers on his leg, simply listening to what was going on around him. He patiently waited.
 

Haz.

Mask? I wear no mask.
Rei Kimiko
With the drawling humbuzz of the engine, the windowsill ridged restlessly into her cheek. Rei scrunched her nose, massaging the impression on her skin. After being hauled between classrooms for the last two days like some hellhound on a leash, the least she could ask for was a bit of shuteye - but no. The muggy, claustrophobic air and her uncomfortable proximity to the rest of the class didn't help, either - she could smell Lancaster's pussy-breath from here.
Her attention darted between her peers - Namaya was having a panic attack, Tanaka a migraine, and Ashikaga may as well have been grinding on Fuyoku with that look alone. Dreyer tried to prod with an ever-self-assured grin, but her exasperation lent itself to little more than a huff and a groan in response. She found her eyes rolling only further and further back into her skull with each time someone had to go ahead and piss her off, yet her muscles fostered little strength for any sort of silent rebuttal. Then-

"From what I remember, we're here to find a bunch of dumbasses who got lost. That Naofumi guy... Wasn't he that weirdo who walked around with a shinai in the hallways? Maybe he's off to save the world from evil!"

It took a moment for Rei to register what she was doing. She felt the tendons in her hand tense and the skin on her knuckles ripple, and her shoulder arch with the counterweight of some incorporeal impact. Then her body struck the brakes with a screeching halt, deafening, disorienting, and her mind felt a sudden rush of incandescent rage like a typhoon of passion she never knew she held within, lurching back into its seat as Rei corkscrewed Shirou into his. Her lips formed little but a scornful scowl and sputtered nothing but feral grunts as her fist met his abdomen with relentless slugs, and her head was unfazed by its bash against his - not until a crushing grip on her elbow and a sudden thrust from 'Themis' whiplashed her back into her row where the pain finally set in.

"Fucking... ingrate..." she released a guttural growl before sinking back into her cushion to half-consciously knead her throbbing temple.

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Hououin Kyouma

"I'm the great mad scientist, Hououin Kyoma!"
Ginjiro Aizawa

Hoo boy.

Hurled from one mess to an incredibly more cramped one, 'out of his element' doesn't even begin to describe his current state as he presses his back firmly against the wall, desperately wishing it could just swallow him whole. At least everyone seems too preoccupied with other things to pay him any mind, just how he prefers things. He's perfectly content to put his headphones on and tune out the background noise, anxiously awaiting for their van to reach its destination, now if only so it wasn't so damn cramped.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the world had different plans for him.

A particularly violent lurch of the van, combined with his own shift forward to get comfortable result in him clumsily stumbling out of his seat. His struggles to regain balance are woefully inept, and before he can even think to stop himself, he's fallen back on top of the guy who seems to be doing his best impression of a starfish, if his outwards spread limbs are any indication. After awkward flailing proves ineffective at fixing this situation, he pulls his now lopsided headphones down to their usual resting place, and cranes his neck to look up at the guy. "Shit, sorry, I-" he can't help but pause, feeling an aura of what he can only describe as pants-shittingly terrifying rage aimed in their direction. A look forward confirms his suspicions. For her lacking height, the lilac-haired girl towers over them, arm cocked back.

Ginjiro only gets out a terrified, high-pitched "WAI-" before the first punch strikes him in the abdomen. Amidst the pain and the voice in his head urging him not to vomit, he realises he should really get out of the way, and so he does, twisting to the left and giving Rei as clear a path as he can for the ensuing beating which is thankfully no longer aimed at him. He feels a little bad for the guy, but he sure wasn't going to take another one of those punches. At the very least, he gives the guy a glance as he sinks back into his lap, not entirely confident in his legs' ability to work right now.

"Hey- uh...are you good?" Classy question from the guy sitting in his lap, he's aware.

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CapRock

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Shirou Lancaster
Things are- OW!
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For the first few moments following Shirou's latest statement, everything seemed to transpire as he expected; Some rolled their eyes at his words, and one onlucky bastard happened to fall right on his lap. What was his name again? As far as Shirou could recall, the boy never stood out much for anything, about as relevant to the group as the periodic table nailed to the detention room's wall. When Ginjiro looked up and attempted to apologize, the young delinquent made it a point to lock eyes with him, stare deep into his soul and judge his flounder, his looks and even the few words he said, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly as if to ask 'did you really do that on accident?'. Yet, he didn't made the slightest move to push him away. He seemed ready to do the very opposite, in fact, and pull him closer when the unthinkable happened.

The only possible comparison Shirou could make to what unfolded before him was to blurb from National Geographic he glanced at while his aunt watched TV in the main room: The Jaguar rushing at the unsuspecting deer, then pouncing at the sides of its prey with unrelenting force, claws outstretched and ready to bring pain. Seeing a fellow colleague getting mauled like that, he couldn't help but burst out in laughter at it, unaware of its cause... Or that he would be next, for that matter. A loud BANG echoed in the van as fist hit torso, stopping the laughter dead on its tracks as he arched over and spat on the floor. For such a minuscule figure, the young lady sure packed quite the punch! Even after getting saved by the Warden, Shirou coughed and groaned a few more times, than laid his back on his seat to glare at his aggressor.
"Ingrate... The fuck you on about!?" Shirou inquired angrily. Shortly after, however his gaze turned distant and his eyes began darting left and right. "Wait a minute. don't tell me that- huh?" Before Shirou could notice, the boy who took the first hit went back on his lap and asked about his condition. Despite the lingering pain, Shirou offered a smile as he looked back at Ginjiro. "Oh, I'm more than good. This that I've hit, my lap hitchhiker, is a real gold mine."

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loveweaver

The 10th Muse
SOLEIL 足利
Soleil Ashikaga


They were delinquents. This was obvious behavior from them, so she really shouldn't of been surprised.​

All Soleil knew was that beforehand, she had been talking to Kaida as the Van moved on from the officer. The Warden returned course to...wherever it was they were going. An afterthought entered her mind: where could they possibly be going anyways, so far out of town? This was far beyond the city, and even farther beyond any sort of comfortable destination. A few thoughts coursed through her head, but...no. No, there was no way. This was only volunteer service, wasn't it? There was no way they'd pull in students (the troublemakers, no less!) to help with something of actual importance—but Soleil's thoughts were suddenly cut short by a certain delinquent. Purple hair, an infamous scowl...no doubt about it, that was Rei. Soleil watched as she lurched out of her seat like some feral dog, lunging for Shirou. A punch was thrown, catching some poor bystander on his lap first, before another one properly caught Shirou himself. Their expressions pretty much conveyed the pain from the blows, inevitably needing the Warden's intervention. The ordeal was short, intensive, and completely out of left field...

In all honesty, there was a twisted part of her that was somewhat satisfied seeing him get punched. But that was wrong...even if she absolutely
thought he had it coming.
He had been spouting something that she didn't pay attention to, but she didn't need to know what it was to know that it was his usual provocations or flirting.

Nevertheless, despite being completely detached from the situation...she reacted against it without thinking. She leaned further back into Kaida, this time on reflex, instinctively trying to move further away from them. A very uncomposed 'eep' escaped from her, followed by a wince—especially after witnessing one, final brutal slug from Rei. What happened had nothing to do with her, but she couldn't help her own recoil. While Soleil wouldn't call herself a coward...well, wrapping an executive or director around your finger was a completely different business than fighting someone. The thought of fighting scared her—and why wouldn't it? There wasn't a single normal person who'd want to get beat up. Not when nothing about their physique screamed strength, and especially not against some as violent or brutish as Rei. Soleil didn't avoid someone like Rei because of any sort of history...
No, it was because she scared the hell out of her the same way someone like Dreyer did. Violence was attached to their names.


One by one, moments passed. With each one, the situation slowly died down.
And with that Soleil let go of a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. Further continuing on that trend of realizing just what exactly she had done, there was a moment's pause from her. Right, Kaida...she had mindlessly moved further up against her in an effort to move away from the fight. Soleil's eyes narrowed, out of sight from her; the girl was flustered enough just by a simple tease. She didn't need to be pressing against her, or much less try to show a vulnerable side of herself. Yet at the same time...this was a golden opportunity. So Soleil put on another smile. Her lips gently curved upwards, trying to remain composed but yet tainted by a lingering embarrassment for being frightened. There was a hint of pink flooding her cheeks as she looked over her shoulder, speaking once again in a low voice. A voice meant to keep their conversation between them. "Sorry, Kaida-chan...I'm not very good with fighting, so I got spooked, ahah..." Even as those delicately chosen words left her lips, it wasn't that far from the truth. The rest of her actions may have been an act, but at least the sentiment was true...Soleil let out a sigh, her gaze moving down in slight shame before locking eyes with her once again, her expression renewed with hope. "...But I suppose you're used to it, aren't you? I hear you're a boxer, after all, so it actually makes me a little relieved to be sitting on your lap instead of Shirou-kun's~. Then again, anybody who sits on his lap is kind of asking for trouble to begin with, aren't they~?" Okay, maybe the sentiment there wasn't entirely true...but it couldn't be helped. Old habits died hard, after all, and this was the golden opportunity for her own entertainment.

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Arcanist

One Espresso Depresso
Kaida Fuyoku
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Kaida had picked up on Shirou's explanation of why they were here, finding some other students that most of the people here didn't give a rat's ass about. Apparently, not everyone was on the same page. She heard the sudden whoosh of a body lurching from its seat, the thuds of fists connecting against bodies, before she had seen it happen. Straining her neck so that she could see past Soleil, she watched the delivery of brutal punches - ones she knew would have Shirou reeling, and one that catching the boy with the headphones in the whole affair. Kaida felt some ugly laugh burst forth from her stomach, an amused cackle at the ensuing, one-sided brawl. "HAHA, holy fuckin'--" But she couldn't seem to finish her swear, beating the windowsill in her glee. Was it a case of 'schadenfreude' watching Shirou has his ass handed to him by who could be considered the queen of delinquency? Her focus hadn't been directed on Ginjiro, who been gifted the first punch of the lot.

Though, in Kaida's own convulsive cackling, she was too late to stop Soleil reclining back into her, a squeak emanating from her in the process. Her clenched fist banging against the windowsill had released, fingers desperately gripping onto it as Soleil got inevitably closer to her. Any normal person would have shoved her forward, do something to stop the inevitable from happening, but Kaida froze, sprawled her arms out like a cat trying to avoid its descent into a watery grave (the bath). Kaida had no choice but to sit there, arms spread, stuck in a pose with the fear of letting any of her limbs suddenly come to life. She couldn't even clear her throat to give an indication of the personal space being trudged upon, and sat with her nose almost caught in the dark waterfall of Soleil's hair.

Fuck, fuck, no, too close, way too close, WAY--hey, what shampoo does she use?

Soleil showed no signs of moving, even when she heaved a sigh of relief when the short-lived brawl - which Kaida temporarily forgot about in light of another, more literally pressing problem. Kaida was working up an aggressive response to get her to sit forward again, until she caught Soleil finding her gaze over her shoulder. The apology was smooth, that stupid giggle the sweet icing at the end of it. Still, Kaida felt herself pulling her gaze from her, turning her head, refusing to let her see how much of an effect it was having on her. "S-sure, whatever," she mumbled, sniffing as her nose wrinkled again. Kaida risked a look, only to find Soleil locking eyes with her again - how the fuck did she--? It didn't matter if Kaida moved her gaze to the other faces in the van - watching Minato hunch over, hand over mouth as if she was about to blow chunks, Yuzuki cuddling the interiors of the van as if waiting for it to engulf her with Kaida wishing for the same thing - the teases still reached her. Kaida reached deep in her brain for those words tough girl, tough girl, to throw back to Soleil in her reply, only for it to somehow get lost in transit to her mouth.

"Y-yeah, sure, I mean, no, but yeah, I guess--but who cares? I don't. Nuh uh, no ma'am. No way. Fuck him." Kaida felt that same prickle of heat dance across her cheeks, and she turned her face, rubbing furiously at her nose, sniffing again all the while.

...was it far, this place, that the Warden was dropping them off at?
 

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
Tension, tension, teeeeeeeeeeeension

"Eeeee--!"

A little yelp escaped Hiru's lips at the car suddenly stopping at full force-- his heart essentially jumped off his chest as he nearly let out a scream-- thinking it was going to crash for a moment. Thankfully, however, that was not the case, and only with slightly wet eyes and a breaking voice, Hiru stood still-- and his mind barely managed to comprehend what was going on. But soon, his brain started to work again, as he finally realized what was happening. 'Lansah' was in the process of 'dying' by an 'enemy servant.' Hiru blinked a few times, unaware of what led to this to occur- before his mind briefly returned to his previous words, just a few moments ago...

Was he...Disrespecting Rei-chan's friend...?

He couldn't be sure. He knew Shirou-kun wasn't someone many people liked. But even so, from what he could see, some other people could in the way of her attack. And Hiru couldn't help but cringe a little bit. If his grandfather was here, he'd likely take him to wherever this woman is taking him by himself-- most likely, he'd stop Rei-san from attacking before she even pulled her punch in a much more violent way then warden-san did-- but even so...

Ginjiro got hurt, Shirou-kun too...

Hiru quickly went to his backpack-- pulling out two bottles of cold water he had brought over here. Originally, it was both for him and Minato-chan, but...

"G-Ginjiro-kuuuu--kun. S-Shirou-kun, do you two want some water? Y-you two could place it over your wounds if you'd like..." He'd ask Rei too, but he's a little bit scared. Tears were still in his eyes, but he quickly cleaned them away before anyone could notice them proper. "S-Sorry..." He's already saying sorry-- he knows someone here is getting angry, but he has to be nice, anyways. It's in his nature.

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Haz.

Mask? I wear no mask.
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Themis' gaze stiffened. She'd waft the tension aside and shift back into the noon-lit cockpit, though in her unease drew glance towards the class. She couldn't shake that wrenching in her gut, that abstraction of disquiet which hung over her - something about them unnerved her in a way that was, for lack of a better word, completely unworldly. Not in their looks or talks, nor in any veiled threats they may have made towards her or one another, but in that presence of self-destructive unity among them, as if they were fated to coexist and not simultaneously.
'Bond' readings blared ad nauseam.
Then she blinked, and the read-outs ceased. Her lips pursed - the warden reacquainted with the absence of dread, and with a chalk-up to her imagination settled back into her seat. The van wheeled onto the asphalt, and the journey resumed.

4:19 PM
With the crunch of newfound dirt under tire, the vehicle dragged to a halt against the soil. Themis stepped outside and swung wide the cargo doors, before circling around to address her destination;

A rustic freight lift with a shaft some twenty-feet tall stood sore among the lengthless field. It was a thing, pylon-shaped, of stained bronze/iron mounting a single shutter-doored cell, a control panel with a coin slot offhand. Its age was anyone's guess - its construction bore fatigue badgelike, half-hammered bolts jutting out from the archaic struts, some even missing entirely. By its side, a coal cruiser parked idle; a slicked-back man in black formal and tinted lenses made haste towards Themis, who greeted him with a nod in brevity, then thumbed her towards his cargo. An American boy with a topknot and two first-year lookalikes met her glare, but without lingering on them she thanked her associate and sent him on his way.

Mechanically she swiveled, eyelessly beckoning the trifecta of newcomers, then began to speak towards the group;

"This is where we believe they were headed. We've already searched most of the province - none of the witness accounts report having seen them anywhere beyond this point. Though its structural integrity is at question, the shaft isn't deep enough to warrant any major health concerns. Your guardians will be recompensed accordingly should any accidents occur, although I will make an exception for any caused of your own recklessness or utter incompetence."

The words curled from her tongue like venom from a serpent's, yet her tone was monotone and to-the-point. She brandished a flashlight, twirling it methodically as she made another brisk head-count.

"Am I clear?"

 
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Themis' gaze stiffened. She'd waft the tension aside and shift back into the noon-lit cockpit, though in her unease drew glance towards the class. She couldn't shake that wrenching in her gut, that abstraction of disquiet that hung over her - something about them unnerved her in a way that was, for lack of a better word, completely unworldly. Not in their looks or talks, nor in any veiled threats they may have made towards her or one another, but in that presence of self-destructive unity among them, as if they were fated to coexist and not simultaneously.
'Bond' readings blared ad nauseam.
Then she blinked, and the read-outs ceased. Her lips pursed - the warden reacquainted with the absence of dread, and with a chalk-up to her imagination settled back into her seat. The van wheeled onto the asphalt, and the journey resumed.

4:19 PM
With the crunch of newfound dirt under tire, the vehicle dragged to a halt against the soil. Themis stepped outside and swung wide the cargo doors, before circling around to address her destination;

A rustic freight lift with a shaft some twenty-feet tall stood sore among the lengthless field. It was a thing, pylon-shaped, of stained bronze/iron mounting a single shutter-doored cell, a control panel with a coin slot offhand. Its age was anyone's guess - its construction bore fatigue badgelike, half-hammered bolts jutting out from the archaic struts, some even missing entirely. By its side, a coal cruiser parked idle; a slicked-back man in black formal and tinted lenses made haste towards Themis, who greeted him with a nod in brevity, then thumbed her towards his cargo. An American boy with a topknot and two first-year lookalikes met her glare, but without lingering on them she thanked her associate and sent him on his way.

Mechanically she swiveled, eyelessly beckoning the trifecta of newcomers, then began to speak towards the group;

"This is where we believe they were headed. We've already searched most of the province - none of the witness accounts report having seen them anywhere beyond this point. Though its structural integrity is at question, the shaft isn't deep enough to warrant any major health concerns. Your guardians will be recompensed accordingly should any accidents occur, although I will make an exception for any caused of your own recklessness or utter incompetence."

The words curled from her tongue like venom from a serpent's, yet her tone was monotone and to-the-point. She brandished a flashlight, twirling it methodically as she made another brisk head-count.

"Am I clear?"

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As Hiru finally exited the van-- a deep and gentle sigh exited his lips out of sheer comfort and sudden easiness. He was glad he exited the van and wasn't in the road in general. He finally took a moment to look at their destination-- at first, he forgot why they were headed here, where he assumed is a place far, far away from the city. But soon, his memory refreshed itself. In this dangerous place, they were meant to be looking for the missing kids, weren't they--? There were even some other kids here as well...

Hiru looked at the newcomers, or rather, the people that were here before, and simply waved at them from the sidelines, saying a quiet 'hello' from where he was, before looking at the building. He stood next to Minato, before looking at her, and at Themis again. He had his phone, imbued with a flashlight on.

Hmmmmh-

"Eeer... Warden-san," Using a proper honorific instead of 'chan', as this was a person of respect, Hiru raised his hand. "We're... allowed to call you in case anything happens, yes? Or...In case anyone gets hurt...Actually...Are there things like first aid...Kits here? I'm...No expert in medicine, but...I'm hoping we can be...Prepared...In case anything happens...Or we...Somehow get seperated..."

Of course, that wasn't to say he didn't know what to do in situations like these-- his grandfather always taught him some very basic steps in case someone gets hurt/stabbed. It was something common-- that most people would know, but he somewhat knew how to act on it. He was mildly hoping that aside from their flashlights, they could maybe bring in some First Aid Kits as well if they're going to separate themselves.
 

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Your guardians will be recompensed accordingly should any accidents occur

Should. Not if. His question had gone unanswered before and now it was clear why. Glancing over to the newcomers once Miss Themis was done, Eras noticed the twins first. Familiar. Vaguely so.

A distraction from the growing concern that was building within? Even better.

Glancing at them and then looking back at Themis, he thought: Ah right, the ones that tackled Shirou that one time at school. He had just recently joined having been a week and three days late to actually entering. Something of a fresh face back then still finding his way around. He recalled skulking the halls the day the commotion about some sort of smackdown was going around and out of old curiosity to see what sort of fate might be seen in that fight, he had passed by to get a peak.

What these same twins that had tackled Shirou were doing here was beyond him. Back then, he'd felt a pinch guilty not lending Shirou a hand immediately. He may not look it but he had been in a fair share of fights in Manchester, and sometimes jumping in to help earned more trouble when you didn't know why a fight was happening. Especially here in Kayatomi where he was basically new to the culture. He had simply been passing by and chosen not to get involved. It had made him feel guilty doing that, so much so he had avoided interacting with Shirou (whose name he found out later that same day) only to later discover the reason was because the guy had been flirting with one of the twin's girl.

Guilt vanished almost instantly and Erasmus had moved on with his day in silent contemplation. Not that he would allow rumors to color his view; they were things to keep in mind and pay attention to during fact checking but still...

He glanced behind him, searching for Kaida, maybe a familiar face that was exiting the van and his eyes caught Rei.

He didn't get Rei. Nor could he say he was honestly scared of her or Jordan or anyone in this group really. When you could suffer spontaneous, out of nowhere internal bleeding from a small scrap that wouldn't be anything to kids, fear tended to be short on the line of concerns.

The fact some of his own yearmates were here, people he hardly expected to be sent to detention raised questions all on their own.

Those questions however would have to be addressed later. If the police were tripping up, it wouldn't hurt to help find the poor upperclassmen that may be in need.

"I-- ahem- I have a first aid kit" He replied, speaking what was loud for him. "I always carry one." He added unnecessarily and realizing this, he paused. "Uh...so, yes um, if you have any concerns" he fumbled, "I uh have you all covered." Finishing that a little quieter than he intended, Erasmus looked to Miss Themis. "And you are crystal clear Miss Themis. I suppose we should break into groups then uh..." He glanced at the three newcomers. Deciding to go maybe offer a hello, Erasmus took his backpack off, dug out the first aid kit and then strode towards the trio. "Uh, Hi?" He offered awkwardly and coughed lightly to try and hide it. "Pleasure to meet you...although I guess not really in these conditions haha..."

What am I doing?

No clue. Frankly why are we here? What could teenagers with no experience in picking up on clues or criminal investigation hope to possibly do here? WHY ARE WE--

"Anyway" he said, more to himself at the prospect of suddenly being hurled into a investigation. Not to mention the ominous fact that there was a chance they could get hurt, a fact that while it did not bother him terribly left him slightly concerned and also increasingly sweaty.

Oh god why was I born with such powerful sweat glands. It's not even that hot outside- and why are we just walking into this old site where the last victims literally vanished like a magic trick gone horribly--

"What uh..." he started, "what may I call you?" He asked the three, producing a handkerchief and fanning himself just a tad.

While he waited he glanced at the cell, then looked back to the three.
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Today was trash, it was the suck so far and that was best case. The worst involved cave-ins and instant death — a fucking drag. Dying from slave labor was "fair sentence" apparently and what bullshit that was. This had to be illegal but psycho-staff didn't give a damn. Here punishment ran cruel, ill-fitting "crimes" and it grated extra cause' Toro was an innocent man! It wasn't his fault he'd slept in after night-crawling, as if four hours rest was healthy? Needing eight he'd be up at eleven and by then school was chalked. Plus the mall chanted spiritual — "Toroooo Akiiiii (clap clap clap-clap-clap) spend your money!" and who was he to argue? So by the gods yen would flow!

Hitting stores he'd drop a hundred with a five finger coupon for twice that in loot. Whoever said crime didn't pay was a mong and whenever this "Goonies in the boonies" shit was done he'd unpack the haul gleeful. And speaking of boonies they were in the middle of nowhere huh? The truant-officer mentioned special detention, did it involve rice farmers and lute banjos? Was this the Anime edition of Hills Have Eyes'? Aki near scoffed — the horror joke hid truth; that this was dangerous shit. Here they were in tumbleweed fuck-nowhere searching for missing kids? Missing kids they said? Packing a blade he could take an Otaku abductor out for cheeks but what if this was Yakuza? Toro knew about trafficking and what if this was their work? A rinky-dink knife would look real ace against .45s and guard dogs! Toro wondered if the twins felt similar, they hadn't talked much on the ride but Aki couldn't be the only one? Same to the newcomers in the second van, was he the only guy seeing a horror plot? Then there was Lady Pondexter with her monotone grill, what was that about? At some point in life could someone — hell ANYONE — please tell her that pedofile speech style wasn't it. Her creep-speech only deepened thoughts of inbreds and Yakuza kid farmers! Hell even the weather played the part with a dust grey half-light!

Then the bit about compensation; was this a joke? The mine was unsafe - full stop. The lift above looked a light breeze from ruin and you could build a bridge with it's rust. An old "out of repair" sign hung from a beam and yeah no shit, but all the worry in the world started to bounce off the kid unexpectedly. Going back to town was impossible so the only option was to eat shit and enter the thunderdome with positive vibes. Negative ones would shake a rock or something and boom! They'd be a news story.

All very solemn but in the struggle Toro sensed a joke in the wind; he wanted to troll the psycho teacher. Monotone weirdos were great ragers and seeing it would be so sweet, but something cut him off. It was a pair of kids stepping to talk and for some reason they weren't mad. Sure they worried but outward toxicity lacked, people were too nice these days.

The first kid questioned medical and 911s with the other mentioning his med-kit back but - "Why does he have a first aid kit?" Toro thought amused as Erasmus turned to the trio. He was a shy kid from the sound, typed fragile and unlikely to speak with unknowns. But there he was tepid-talking and sigh — Toro didn't like shy but he could use the Karma. So looking back he'd smooth answer - "I'm Toro and yeah this setup bites! Hear that?" asked with an eye-shift to teacher. He wanted all the smoke and would add "If I get hurt I know some lawyers! They'll run your pockets!" with a toxic-tone; switching eyes to Erasmus after with calm stepping in.

What to say what to say? Well he could small talk but ew that was disgusting. Small talk could eat a dick and die, the only option was to cold-call E's shyness - mans needed spine. So with a slim smile Toro'd joke "Don't be timid man, screw that shit. Need you to buck up if we find who..... or what took the kids" with a dark deadpan and shadow-eyes in trope anime fashion.

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Kimiko hadn’t wasted any time. She went after Lancaster with the force of a hurricane, unyielding, even when a bystander crossed her path. A terrifying force of nature that should never have been allowed to exist. But then, Yuzuki thought, that last part could apply to herself too. The onslaught ended as quickly as it began, but only because of Themis. Yuzuki finally let out her breath, but drew another almost immediately, shaky and harsh. She leaned into the window as dizziness hit her. She grit her teeth, as if she could force the van back into focus.

The remaining ten minutes felt so much longer, but as soon as the doors opened, Yuzuki stumbled out, leaning against the side of the van until her legs were steady enough to hold her. Listening to Themis’s explanation didn’t bode well. So, this was how she was going to die. It just went to show how a single mistake could blow up in your face and ruin everything. With how volatile this group was, even discounting the new arrivals, this ‘search’ was guaranteed to go horribly wrong, and no amount of ‘recompense’ could bring back the dead. Yuzuki’s fingertips brushed the ribbon in her hair.







Speaking of the new arrivals, Yuzuki glanced over at them. One was talking with the boy whose stuff she had. Aki wasn’t a boy she recognised in anything more than passing rumours, rumours of him frequently skipping school and who knew what else. He was as dangerous as any of the other nut-jobs she’d been trapped with. If she didn’t want to interrupt their conversation -- and she didn’t, not for something so minor --, she would just have to wait for another opportunity to return the stuff…, again.

Turning away from them, she instead focused on Themis. No one had been able to get much out the Warden this whole time. She always gave as brief of answers as possible, but…, Yuzuki pushed herself away from the van.

“Um, excuse me,” her approach was cautious, her voice soft, “are you saying we’re supposed to search an abandoned mine?” If so, this was a job for a specialist team, not a bunch of high schoolers. They wouldn’t be able to get cell-service underground, but she didn’t say that out loud: no need to add to Namaya’s rightfully growing anxiety. If anything happened they’d be up the creek without a paddle. Themis’s radio wouldn’t do them any good in a mine either.

This was the worst idea for community service. Hell, for all they knew, this could be some stupid plot to get all the delinquents killed so that the school didn’t have to deal with them anymore: good-bye and good riddance.

“This just…doesn’t’ make any sense,” she mumbled.


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    The morning started off bad. Ichirou was irritated from the start and that never spelled good things for him. Classes were even more lackluster than usual considering he was the only one that went. Sometime around the middle of first period Ichi had ditched out, which meant he was stuck only vaguely able to guess at some of these dumb math problems. He tried asking a girl seated next to him only for the dumbass to think he was flirting with her. Did.. did he look like the type? Either way he was stuck over his head with homeworking getting closer and closer to saying fuck it. It wasn’t as though he had a lot of time to spare though, knowing his brother he’d have to bail out by the fifth period to go drag him home.

    The bell released him as he left to scour the school for his elder brother. He rarely bothered going to any of his physical education classes, the last time he did he let his temper get the best of him and wound up slugging one of his yearmates. If the teacher hadn’t cut into that one he’d probably have been laid out. In retrospect fighting someone with a good 20kgs on him hadn’t been his smartest decision, his bruises reminded him of it for weeks. It took him nearly the entire period to find Ichirou, who had taken to sleeping underneath a bench in the courtyard.

    “Do you even try to hide or are you aiming to make our three-week detention worse?”

    He spoke and yet his brother slept on, irritating but expected. He’d shout but it wouldn’t do anything but make the teachers question him, it was almost his classes’ lunch anyways. He took to kicking the bench his brother laid under instead. For this he was rewarded with the amusing sight of him jolting up slamming into the bench.

    “OW MOTHER OF BITCHES”

    Ichirou rolled over and flew up ready to fight before he was fully focused Jun was grabbed by his already worn-out vest. In retaliation Jun grabbed Ichirou by his earlobe and yanked. The elder let out an audible hiss before both boys released.

    “Shut up you fool we’re still on school grounds. Is it your goal to start trouble again?”

    “WELL MAYBE if someone hadn’t woken me UP!”

    “You’re still shouting. Wouldn’t you rather go eat and get one class in before we’re stuck cleaning up your mess again in detention?”

    His brother let out a pout that told him it wasn’t going to be that easy. Well he’d done his part, he had no intentions of skipping lunch, especially when he’d already lost valuable studying time looking for the asshole. With a large exaggerated sigh, he dropped his bag on the bench.

    “Hey what’s that sighing for you dickhead?”

    “Just resigning myself to the fact that we won’t be free for another four months with your attitude.”

    “You could be free today, it's simple just don’t go.”

    “You make mom cry with your uselessness”

    “Don’t you mean YOU do. I’m passing shithead.”

    And they would have continued to trade quips if not for the very real Coach Sato. Somehow they didn’t get more days added to their detention, which in hindsight should have been a red flag, but they did get yanked rather violently back to class. There were some people you just didn’t mess with and Coach was one of them.


 

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Danger sense, danger sense!
The relief of knowing that Erasmus had a medkit was immeasurable-- Hiru soon letting out a sigh of relief. "Aaah...That's relieving, Erasmus-kun...But--" Another question soon came to his mind-- why were they doing this? Yuzuki-chan, another member of his class, asked that same question, and perhaps due to his overall sleepiness didn't think of this-- but why were they the ones to do the police's job? They didn't have any sort of weapons to protect themselves, and when kids go missing, it generally means someone took them-- as Toro said. "I--I think Yuzuki-chan and-- Toro-kun are right-- This feels like...Too much? N-NicetomeetyoubythewayToro-kun--"

Hiru coughed-- he soon watched more kids arrive, Ichirou and Jun'ichi? Those didn't sound like common names, but he didn't judge-- what he did judge was this entire set up. Why kids and one cop? "I...I'm sorry...But with the number of participants in this...Search...Don't you think the risk of danger will be greater? I-if this place really is abandoned and falling apart, wouldn't a...A more limited number of people do the job better? And w-why us? T-this isn't what I had in mind for community service...This doesn't feel very safe...I know n-none of us are angels, but s-still... A-ah, sorry, I didn't mean it that way..."

Hiru's ahoge moved from side to side, almost as if he was nervous. He played with his fingers a little bit. "T-the fact that there are more students and just one person from the p-police doesn't make me feel very s-safe, I'm sorry..."

...Woah, that was...Something rather smart for Hiru to say, huh...How out of character!
 

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