Fandom Murder IV: Eye of the Storm

[Akibahara]

Cim, Shard of Trostani
At: Blackwell Academy//Disposition: N/A
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She collapsed to the ground, her hands slipping off the blood-slicked wall she was leaning on. There wasn't much of a choice. Despite the fact that she had never seen what strange weapons the cultists were brandishing, she got the message that whatever they were, they were going to end her life if she were to disobey. Slowly, she stood herself up, and brought herself to lurch over to the fallen girl. She seemed so... confused. Scared, even through her petrified state.

"Don't-" She started, but she remembered her place. She grabbed Rachel's still arm, and threw herself over her body. "Don't hurt her." She held her close, shielding Rachel's body with her own.

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Rachel Amber barely had the chance to turn her in the direction of the warning before the electric prongs of Mr Keaton's taser shot through her abdomen. Her muscles stiffened, and she couldn't even keep herself standing as her balance betrayed her, sending her keeling backwards. Did... Did she just get tased by her drama teacher?

Her muscles quivered, and she couldn't even scream as a wild-eyed Mr Keaton dragged his tongue across her face. She willed the strength back into her muscles, but it was if her own limbs had become leaden. Rachel was utterly helpless.

Somewhere down the hall, she heard the sounds of guns cocking, and already knew that the two she'd spied earlier were in mortal danger.

There was no escape. She was at the complete mercy of her crazy-ass drama teacher.


Akibahara Professor Spacecakes Spireshade

“Oi! Keep your tongue to yourself, you creepy old wanker!” she called out in protest, but, like the frail-looking man she’d met when she first awoke, she could do little more than that.

( Akibahara , Caffeine Freak , @whoever else is there)​

The Director's spirits rose little by little; the fight! The drama! The flair! Our darling Monsieur, unable to restrain his enthusiasm yet another minute, for the effects of what he is able to relate as a passionate scene in the tragic Romeo & Juliet, undoes his belt. Spare her! Take me! Oh how delightful! A loud whip! lashes out and forward, "Don't be shy, my child ( Spireshade ). Illuminate every detail of your passion to save this helpless whore from peril." The Director, his loyal disciples listened intently, their lust aflame, almost paralyzed by the sheer anticipation of this so-called heroine before-

“Oi! Keep your tongue to yourself, you creepy old wanker!”
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That insolent slut! How DARE she! Who, by God's light, gave her permission to speak? The Director? No! A cry from an adoring audience? By God no! NO, NO, NO. The Director's fury intermingled with frustrated desire demanded retribution. His dedicated disciples, those bestial angels, could sense a storm brew within their leader. "Take them away!" Within the twinkling of an eye, the cast's newly acquired actors and actresses were whisked away, "And YOU."

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There she was; a certain girl of about twenty-six, brunette, rather thin, but unusually fair and healthy; her name was Tracer, she had a charming face, fine teeth, and short dyke-like hair, but owing to her disgusting outburst, the Director imagined she would not remain that way. "I want this miserable girl punished severely. It would take too much to satisfy me now. But-- all I ask is exemplary punishment for this bitch," chimed the Director as a whip! burst forth once again, harshly flogging the girl's flesh repeatedly, the skin turning a delicable purple; sensitive to the touch. Her glorious face soon awash in bruises.

And you are all led away.
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It was 2 o' clock. The Director and his talented cast find themselves in the art department; a room where sorrow meets joy; where torments and lust are set in motion. His cast, an even more sorrowful bunch, are set in a straight line. Stripped from head to toe. With the exception of Tracer; her bum is awfully sore, as if a metal rod mercilessly plunged into her bowels in search of secret treasure; her joints are secured, toes caked in honey, as two canines (mutts really) feast on her flesh. The Director watches the contest as the competing dogs, both mightily hungry, begin tearing away at her right tendon; nearly causing our wonderful tutor, our hero, dischargement.

Before you, a handful of scripts.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...

The beginning of Blackwell Academy's 120 Days of Sodom.

Goldie Professor Spacecakes LunarDiscord Spireshade Corrosion @Participants talked to on Discord.​

 

[Ineptitude]

Mey-Rin
Location: Blackwell Academy
Interaction: Touka Kirishima ( Caffeine Freak )​

Upon suddenly hearing an unfamiliar voice from behind, Mey-Rin's hands twitched with the strong urge to grab her rifle. Turning her head back, she was met with the sight a seemingly normal young woman amongst the corpses, her asymmetrical bangs draped over the right side of her face. The other raised her arms to show that she was unarmed, and while she may have become visibly relaxed as a result of this, she continued to keep her guard up.

"I'd like to think of myself as sane, yes." She placed her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose, flashing the other a benign smile.

 

[Professor Spacecakes]

Toshinori "All Might" Yagi

Location - Blackwell Academy: Art Department | With - The Production Group | Condition - Scarred for life

Toshinori – despite decades of experience dealing with the most wretched, depraved of villains – found himself staring blankly into space in utter disbelief at everything that had occurred over the past hour. He didn’t want to think of what horrors had befallen himself and the rest of the poor souls targeted by the crazed Director to take part in his perverse production. Of course, not focusing on those events forced him into a keen awareness of his present situation.

He stood there under the watch of the disciples, utterly exposed in every sense of the word. However, moreso than the embarrassment of the obvious intimate exposure, moreso than having his emaciated, corpse-like body on display, it was the revelation of his scars that brought him the most shame; stretching over nearly the entirety of the left side of his torso, a spiderweb of blood-bruised valleys twisting among the deformed flesh that seemed to spiral around an old, massive wound. If it wasn’t for that damned wound, he could have saved everyone here in a heartbeat…



Toshinori was only distracted from such shames when poor Tracer was dragged to the fore once more. Her limbs bound, her body and face marred by the lashes she’d received for trying to intervene earlier, she glanced among the group of indentured players with tear-filled eyes that pleaded for help. The retired hero grit his teeth in helpless frustration. What the hell could he possibly do to help this poor woman without his old powers? The disciples’ gunfire would shred through him in an instant.

As Tracer was tossed to the dogs, however, a scream of agony tearing from her throat as they sank their teeth to rend flesh and crack bones, he couldn’t allow him to stand by the wayside anymore. He broke the line he’d been ordered to stand in, dashing over towards Tracer and pulling back a fist, aiming to drive as powerful a punch as he could manage right into the middle of the nearest mutt’s head. He could no longer call on the super strength he’d boasted not three months prior, but he still knew how to fight. Such a stunt would likely get him killed, but at this point he didn’t care anymore. Were he such a coward to simply stand by and let such tortures continue, then he’d be deserving of a far worse death than this.

( Akibahara , @ProductionGroup)​

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Rachel Amber
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Rachel suppressed her sobbing as she stared straight ahead. The theatre she'd come to love had become her worst enemy in a heartbeat. She tried to tune out the sound of the ravaging mutts nearby, and instead focused on trying to keep straight. Every muscle felt like it'd been sizzled to a crisp, and her throat had swollen into a golf-ball.

Scripts? What kind of sick joke is this?

She would've cried, but desperate enough to not have her face licked again, Rachel managed to keep it in.


Akibahara and the production dudes

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Touka Kirishima
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Touka sighed in relief as the girl she approached didn't start shooting at her. "Heh, well that's good to hear." She gave a breathy laugh, extending a hand as she carefully stepped over. "Touka Kirishima. I'm not with these guys." A brief gesture of the head toward the bodies on the ground was the only attention she paid the corpses. Whether the girl accepted or rejected her handshake, Touka then folded her arms and glanced around the hallway. "Now I don't wanna imply that you can't handle yourself," Her eyes settled on the red-haired girl. "But I don't fancy either of our chances if we go our separate ways this deep into the school. What'dya say we stick together for a bit until we find out what's causing this mess?"

Ineptitude

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[Ineptitude]

Mey-Rin
Location: Blackwell Academy
Interaction: Touka Kirishima ( Caffeine Freak )​

"I'd say you've found yourself a partner." The redhead beamed at the other, and with that simple gesture, gave off the air of a warm and friendly individual. "My name is Mey-Rin, by the way. It's a pleasure meeting you."

Tucking a stray hair behind her ear, the maid continued to smile, hazel eyes hidden behind the thickness of her spectacles. The world, as it appeared to her, was incredibly blurred as a result, but she was loath to part with them. They granted her a silver of normality in her whirlwind of a life, without being reminded of the fact that her eyes can and will continue to take the lives of whomever enters their field of vision. Call it self-deception if you will, but she will continue to treasure them.

"So, shall we continue moving forward?" She inquired, gesturing further into the hallways.

 

[Akibahara]

Rachel Amber
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Rachel suppressed her sobbing as she stared straight ahead. The theatre she'd come to love had become her worst enemy in a heartbeat. She tried to tune out the sound of the ravaging mutts nearby, and instead focused on trying to keep straight. Every muscle felt like it'd been sizzled to a crisp, and her throat had swollen into a golf-ball.

Scripts? What kind of sick joke is this?

She would've cried, but desperate enough to not have her face licked again, Rachel managed to keep it in.


Akibahara and the production dudes

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Touka Kirishima
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Touka sighed in relief as the girl she approached didn't start shooting at her. "Heh, well that's good to hear." She gave a breathy laugh, extending a hand as she carefully stepped over. "Touka Kirishima. I'm not with these guys." A brief gesture of the head toward the bodies on the ground was the only attention she paid the corpses. Whether the girl accepted or rejected her handshake, Touka then folded her arms and glanced around the hallway. "Now I don't wanna imply that you can't handle yourself," Her eyes settled on the red-haired girl. "But I don't fancy either of our chances if we go our separate ways this deep into the school. What'dya say we stick together for a bit until we find out what's causing this mess?"

Ineptitude

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(( By the way, Ineptitude is looking for a way to join the production. Also, I just finished watching Salo, or the 120 Days of Sodom and I'm full of ideas! ))

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Touka Kirishima
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"Lead the way" Touka grinned, glad to have at least found someone normal in this damned hell-maze. As they continued onward, however, Touka snatched a glance at the fresh corpses. She'd eaten so little, and her strength had returned in a minuscule amount. A voice in her head was screaming at her for abandoning such a delicious array of free meat, but she urged herself to keep walking. If she were to drop to her knees and ravage the remains now, it most certainly wouldn't sit well with her newfound ally. No, she had to be patient - and if that meant going a little longer without eating, then so be it.

The hallways weren't exactly practical - whereas she'd had free reign to sneak around in the courtyard, any encounter here would be bringing a knife to a gunfight. Touka shot a sideways glance at her companion. Mey-Rin carried a gun, at least.

"You seem to be well trained." Touka spoke up after a few moments. "Do they teach gun-fighting at Blackwell now, or..?"
Aw man, she's not with the CCG - is she? Touka grazed her eyes over Mey-Rin again. The girl seemed to be in pretty good shape, and... also actually looked rather appetizing.

Touka quickly averted her eyes. Pondering her ally's nutritional value didn't seem like a good idea at present.


Ineptitude

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[kirimei]

Babydoll
After a rather odd and confusing experience at the diner, I was beginning to have second thoughts about my surroundings, but was this real life? or was it another fight within my mind. Who were these people? what weird place had I come to? I decided that there would be no reason to stay here and that I should just move onto the next town and see what that would bring me. There was nothing here from me...and I had already been through enough...I didn't need any more drama on my plate. So I began heading along the roadside in the direction of the next place.

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[Ineptitude]

Mey-Rin
Location: Blackwell Academy
Interaction: Touka Kirishima ( Caffeine Freak )​

"Hmm? Oh, oh no, I don't study here." Mey-Rin corrected, waving away the assumption with a bashful smile curving her lips. "I happen to have been sent here as a proxy by my employer for business purposes when this entire debacle occurred." The words that left her lips, while not completely falsified, were not exactly true either, not that the other needed to know that.

As the two walked side by side, a chill suddenly ran down her spine. Her eyes subtly swept over her surroundings, searching for the origin of that skin-crawling sensation. It was a feeling she knew well—the feeling of being caught within a predator's sights. It was over in an instant, but it was enough to leave her weary.

"What about you, Miss Kirishima?" She glanced over at the other woman from the corner of her eye after a brief moment of silence. "What brings you to Arcadia Bay?"

 

[MLP_Phoenix]

Lanaya hid, waiting for Copperhead to make a move, as she looked back at her, she tilted her head towards the door, signaling that she wanted to leave, but otherwise stayed motionless, fixating everyone in the room one by one, taking deep, slow breaths.

( Goldie )

 

[KandiPoP]

Pandora Kokoro

Location: Blackwell Auditorium | With: DerpyCarp DapperDogman | Feeling: Amused

Pandora looked at House with a chuckle. She had no idea what to expect from this play but it was sure starting to feel like home here at Blackwell. And all of the lust and depravity flying around was doing wonders for her complexion. She Turned back to Vaati, patting his head. She was sure this was going to be something interesting.​

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Touka Kirishima
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"What about you, Miss Kirishima?" She glanced over at the other woman from the corner of her eye after a brief moment of silence. "What brings you to Arcadia Bay?"

Touka tried not to balk at the question. "Well, I didn't come here to get brutally murdered, that's for sure." She chuckled, hoping Mey-Rin wouldn't pry further into her indirect answer. What reasonable explanation was there for a high-schooler to drop out mid-year and transfer cross-continent to a second-rate art school?

As they walked, a fluttering sheet of paper pinned to a board caught her attention. Or rather, sheets of paper - considering numerous copies of the same print-out had been haphazardly stapled en masse to any surface that would hold them. Touka narrowed her eyes as she plucked one off the wall, reading aloud:

THE SIMPLE PASSIONS, FOR THOSE TO BE AROUSED IN THE THIRD OF OCTOBER AND ORCHESTRATED BY MONSIEUR TRAVIS KEATON; INTERSPERSED AMONGST WHICH ARE THE SCANDALOUS DOINGS AT THE THEATRE OF ART; TO BE PRESENTED IN UTMOST IMMODESTY AND BEHELD BY ALL.
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"Is this... a play poster?" Touka crinkled her nose at the rather explicit depiction advertised upon the paper. She continued reading.

...This can't be legal.

"Has Mr Keaton lost his mind?" She muttered, eyes slinking in the direction of the hall that wound toward the auditorium.


Ineptitude

 

[Maxiliase]

Tony has a long call and re-acquire of goods.
Gladly he got his weapon back and ready, his car, his balls and on the way from the diner to the school again.
This isn't done yet... He said as he looked determined This will be tough...

 

[Ineptitude]

Mey-Rin
Location: Blackwell Academy
Interaction: Touka Kirishima ( Caffeine Freak )​

Mey-Rin's eyes skimmed over the contents of the poster from over Touka's shoulders, squinting slightly in order to make out the indistinct lines of text. Her lips pulled back into a disgusted grimace upon reading the graphic production that the advertisement promised. Truly, she wanted nothing more than to turn the other cheek and simply walk away from the manic writings of the playbill, but...

'I was ordered to investigate this town,' Her eyes flitted towards the end of the hallway, where the auditorium laid just behind the set of doors. 'And as a servant, it is my duty to follow through with my commands to the very end.'

"Should we... inspect the playhouse?" She asked the other, tilting her head towards the theater.

 

[Aegis]

Status: Gucci Mr.Stark
With: Sayo-Nara Stormcloak doggodaily

Leon turns to see Connor and Jason anxious to move. He turns back towards Yuri and gestures his head for them to get a move on as he turns to join the other two. Leon steps over the bodies and before long makes his way back to the other two with Yuri trailing behind “Let’s get a move on then.” Leon acknowledges Connor’s input as he levels his firearm at the corner before clearing it.

 

[kirimei]

Babydoll​

As I make my way down the long deserted road, I notice a lone car up ahead. From my field of vision, I notice a man driving. His immediate appearance reminds me of Blue. Has he come to get me himself? Did i really mean that much to him! That sick bastard! So as I pass the car, I continue my way cautiously hoping it is not him as i feel the sweat dripping down the side of my forehead. As i keep one hand held on the hilt of my pistol.

 

[Maxiliase]

Tony - On the way to the School

Tony sees a person walking on the side of a long road, he identifies this person as one of the people who were on the diner. He checks for his pistol and slows down unto a full stop in front of her. He turns around and looks to his back. He notices that she is a girl.
Oi, Chica. Need a ride? He says as he smiles welcomingly

( kirimei )

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Yuri nodded and held onto Leon's arm as they went further into the school. She left the knife behind since she didn't trust herself with Jt anymore. She didn't think she could stop herself thus far into her life, so she just devoted herself from staying far away from any sharp objects.

Aegis doggodaily Stormcloak​

 

[Aegis]

Status: Gucci Mr.Stark
With: Sayo-Nara Stormcloak doggodaily

Leon saw her about to leave the knife behind, not to be awkward but he needed that and so he borrowed it back from her instead; he placed it comfortably back in its sheath in his shoulder. He let Yuri hold onto his arm as he was sure it made her feel safe, and deep down, it made him feel better about the sitauation in general. His firearm ran along the expanse of the hallway. It was empty. The noise from earlier was gone. Where’d everyone go, bingo or something?

 

[Sayo-Nara]

"Um sorry to ask but... where are we going again exactly...?"
She made sure to stay behind Leon as she held his arm. She didn't know where she was going at this point and it worried her a bit.

Aegis doggodaily Stormcloak​

 

[Aegis]

Status: Play?
With: Sayo-Nara

Leon looked back towards Yuri before restating the mission plan as they scuttled along “We’re going to the princi—“ or they were until a stiff breeze blew in through an open window causing a paper previously pinned to the wall to blow into Leon’s face. He took his hand from Yuri’s grip and pulled the paper off of it as the group came to a halt “Play?” Leon only caught the general idea at first glance, but then he actually read it.

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Yuri's head peeked up a bit.
"A play? Hey that sounds kind of fun... should we go watch?"
Yuri always enjoyed watching plays especially if the play was based off a book. She didn't know what the play was about, but maybe that was for the best..

Aegis doggodaily Stormcloak​

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Touka Kirishima
Blackwell Academy​

Touka crushed the paper into a ball and flung it aside, exhaling heavily as she turned toward the corridor that led to the room she knew the rehearsals would be taking place.

For a few moments she simply stood there, pouting with her arms tightly folded, as she considered the outcomes of barging in on a deranged Keaton during a rehearsal. Mey-Rin might've seemed adamant on investigating, but Touka wasn't so sure it was worth her neck.

"We'll listen in, at least." Touka at last conceited, pivoting back to Mey-Rin. "From what I've seen so far, I have a strange feeling that the actors taking part in... this," She jerked her a thumb toward the posters. "Didn't audition voluntarily. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to make sure that we don't end up on that cast list."

She reluctantly started down the hall toward the auditorium.


Ineptitude

 

[Aegis]

Status: Gucci Mr.Stark
With: Sayo-Nara Stormcloak doggodaily

Leon read the description out loud;

“THE SIMPLE PASSIONS, FOR THOSE TO BE AROUSED IN THE THIRD OF OCTOBER AND ORCHESTRATED BY MONSIEUR TRAVIS KEATON; INTERSPERSED AMONGST WHICH ARE THE SCANDALOUS DOINGS AT THE THEATRE OF ART; TO BE PRESENTED IN UTMOST IMMODESTY AND BEHELD BY ALL.”​

Leon shuttered a bit as he finished up the description that was written by someone obviously too full of himself for something this dark. “That’s.... something.” Leon remarked as he looked around “We may be able to find some good information on the figureheads of this cult, so we should go I guess.”

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Yuri couldn't believe what Leon just read. They can't actually play that in a school right? She told herself it was just to draw people in to watch it. She nodded and agreed it could help.

Aegis doggodaily Stormcloak​