Realistic or Modern The Murder at Hecate Academy IC

[GamerKitty205]

A month ago a student died in Hecate's Academy for the Magically Gifted, but everything seems to have gone back to normal. Everyone is arriving at school just like nothing happened, well almost everyone.

 

[epicstar]

Otto entered through the large front doors to Hectate Academy. How was everyone able to simply forget about what had happened? Otto wished he could just ignore the feeling in his gut that something bad was going to happen, but his attempts to do so had yielded little success. The "incident" had thrown Otto's world into chaos. All of his friends had distanced themselves from him. Even his teachers avoided eye contact with him. Nobody in the school would touch him with a yardstick.

Everyone tried to pretend he didn't exist. Otto did the same, slipping through the halls like he was a part of the scenery. Nobody really suspected him anymore, but he continued to experience the fallout even a month afterwards. That's why Otto was so dead set on finding out what really happened. He intended to clear his name, no matter what. The question was...

How?

 

[GamerKitty205]

Akumu was, well she was perplexed. A student had died at this very school and no one seemed to do anything about it! While Akumu could be malicious and devious and was sorta kinda a stalker she wasn't heartless! A murder and no one is doing anything about it? She is definitely going to be trying to find out if almost no one else is.

Still the question was how? Even with being friends with most of the mammals in the school she still didn't have a clue. That meant she had to talk to people. That was going to be hard. Most people didn't talk to the stalker girl who prefers the company of animals unless they need a secret so this was going to be a problem. Walking through the halls she spied Otto, a friend of the students who died. He would probably be a good person to ask. She walked over to him.

"Umm.... Hi?" Akumu said nervously.

 

[epicstar]

Otto turned around to see a girl that was about his age greeting him. Strange that she'd chose him of all people to talk to. Maybe she didn't know about the rumors? At any rate, Otto was happy to see someone actually recognize his existence.

"Hello," Otto said, offering a smile "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Otto Greystone." he held his hand out for her to shake.

 

[GamerKitty205]

"We haven't.... I'm Akumu Koneko..." She said shaking his hand.

She just could not believe that he was actually talking to her. Did he not know? Well that was nice for once. Time to try not to mess it up! She was going to fail so bad.

"I heard you... were a friend of the student who died.....?" Akumu said.

 

[epicstar]

"Hm, I see. You're interested in what happened, too." Otto said. If she really was, maybe they could work together! After all, Otto couldn't do much on his own. A partner would be extremely useful.

"I don't know that I'd call Sam a friend. Associate, perhaps. Tell me, how did you find out we weren't enemies. I'm sure you've heard, but most of the school thinks we fought each other." Otto told her. It was refreshing for someone to finally have the facts straight.

 

[Yennie]

Jisung Roh

Crack! Jisung lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watched the baseball he'd just hit sail through the air. It easily landed on the far side of the field much to his practice partners chagrin. Jisung grinned, showing off his missing tooth in a rather cute manner. His practice partner rolled his eyes and started grumbling about Jisung being a showoff and yadda yadda.
"Quit yer bitchin', I'll go get the ball."
He laughed before dropping his signature metal baseball bat and jogging off to the end of the field. It honestly felt a bit strange, returning to his normal routine so soon after what happened with Sam. Someone was dead and here he was chasing after a ball. Jisung frowned as he bent down to pick up the ball and proceeded to stare at it as if it would somehow reveal the answers he was looking for. What really happened to his friend? What were the investigators up to? Why weren't they telling the students anything?
Jisung gripped the ball tightly in frustration when his train of thought was cut off by the sounding of the warning bell. That meant it was time for him to head inside and get ready for the school day. He along with the rest of the team packed up their gear and headed into the school. Jisung waved goodbye to his teammates on his way to his locker.
He overheard two students talking nearby, something about enemies and whatnot. He didn't think much of it and began rummaging through the absolute mess that was his locker.
​

 

[FireMaiden]

Aubrey Flynn
Interaction: Open
Mentioned: N/A
Honestly, she couldn't beleive what she was hearing. Mostly because she was hardly listening to girl next to her gush about her latest late night escapades, her crush, the excitement of some upcoming party, Aubrey was kinda sick of her voice. Her heels, five inches white leather wedges, helped her with keeping her stride someone fast than the other girl, and it was helping a bit with the noise. Stopping briefly however as she felt Randy, her absolutly adorable pet ferret, paw at her shoulder, she gazed to her left to see his happy little face. With a small smile, she reached up and scratched behind his ears, before continuing down the main hall. The girl, who somehow managed to keep up with her, finally said something that caught her attention.

"I really like your outfit today Aubrey! Though I shouldn't expect any less from you," she chuckled. Aubrey paused again looking down at her outfut. A cropped yellow seater, highwasisted white skirt, which appeared to be a slight mini skirt, and her new heels. Oh, and of course a double top knot situation going on with her hair. Aubrey couldn't help but smile, however, it quickly faded with the girls next comment. "Kinda like Sam. She was to young to go, but she was kinda...well, you know."

Now, Aubrey wasn't particularly close to Sam, but they got along pretty decently. So yeah, Sam's death kinda hurt. And she was one of the few people who still believed that Sam's death wasn't what official reports said. There was something fishy about it, but at the moment, she didn't voice these opinions. She simply looked at the girl, her ice blue eyes sending a dagger sharp glare through her soul. "Don't talk about Sam alright?" The other only nodded, before watching Aubrey walk off. Well, that was one way to get rid of annoyances.

 

[Katsuya]

Chenglei Zhou
- Hecate's Dance Room -​

Music echoed within the walls of the school's dance club room, accompanied by rhythmic thuds that followed the fast tempo of the song. Though the curtains of the room were down, the morning sun's light still shone through the windows, revealing a dancing shadowed figure. Gold blonde hair whipped with each sharp turn, bouncing from short hops and sweeps.

Chenglei couldn't focus on his sword training in the early morning, concerned and confused from the few students who came in school early too. They were too passive. Going back to their routines. Like Sam's murder has never happened or affected them. The police haven't said anything either. What of her close friends? None of them even spoke of Sam (or at least, none that he heard so far today.) Which is weird. Sure, Sam is younger then him, but he has tutored her for science class before. She was kind and understandable popular among her grade. He even saw her in a couple of the sport teams' games and a few other clubs . . . yet . . .

'Yet why isn't anybody saying anything?!' The tall young man thought in frustration, mid-sweeping his foot, low to the ground before standing straight. Only to misstep and stumble forward. Chenglei took a deep breathe and released his tensions with a sigh, wiping away the sweat on his forehead with his grey shirt. Dancing can only do so much, but it helps him be less tense around others.

For now, he won't say anything about Sam's murder or the odd behavior of the other students. Not unless someone mentions it first.

He pressed the 'Stop' button on the retro boombox the school provided before walking towards the abandoned teacher's desk that's by a corner of the room. He slings his bag over his shoulder, patted his sweaty head with a small towel, and gently rubbed his playing bird's back with the tip of his finger. His green and black bird, Matcha, trilled, pecking on her favorite toy: a cardboard loop he made with a toilet paper roll.

"Matcha, time to go." He coo-ed, offering his hand for her to step on and to sit on shoulder while he walked out of the room. Walking through the start of a crowd in the hallways and went to the bathrooms to change out of his sweaty clothes. Now dry and smelling better then sweat, Chenglei walked back out to hear the school's bell ringing and went straight to his locker to put away his bag. That's when he noticed a classmate who's struggling with his mess of a locker and grinned.

"My dear friend, Jisung!" He cried out dramatically. The surrounding students would have thought of seeing sparkles and roses blooming out of nowhere, rubbing their eyes to make sure it wasn't the light messing with them. That tended to happen whenever Chenglei is around. The blonde walked over to his baseball player friend to greet.

"How I missed you over the summer, man! How are you? How are you doing?" That last question was a little quieter as Chenglei remembered a small detail: Jisung was friends with Sam.

 

[Roleplay Skittle]

Lydia Dubois

Location: Hecate Academy Library

Interactions: Open

Mentions: Hello Hecate students!​

More often then not, if one was in search of the clumsy but studious teen, they could find her in the library. She had already been through her family's library at home once thoroughly and now she reread her favorites when she had nothing better to read, but with a whole new library right at her fingertips, that was hardly something she had the mind to do. She had been in the library since well before other students had arrived, a lack of sleep because of curiosity made her restless so the only thing she could do was get up and get to school. After putting her sleek black hair up in a ponytail and tossing on her favorite black dress that hung from her slim frame like an upside down flower and was met at her knees by black and white striped stockings that stretched up under the skirt, she had headed out the door.

Of course it wasn't entirely just boredom or restlessness that had brought her to the library this day. She had actually been combing through texts since the death of one of the students. It entirely boggled her mind why something of the nature that the student's death had been would simply be disregarded. How could a student just drop dead and the school do nothing about it? The thought had sent a chill down her spine, if that student's death hadn't spurred the faculty and staff into action, did that mean that none of them were safe here?

The only thing that made sense to the bright eyed witch was that something much more sinister was afoot. Why else would all of the people that were supposed to be teaching them and looking after their welfare seem to be terrified of looking into the cause of a student's death further? This drew Lydia to the library, looking in depth into lore and the history of the school. Of course she could be wrong in her assumptions, but for now this seemed like the best bet.

Her black framed rectangular glasses sat securely on her nose as her smooth brow furrowed slightly in concentration while one of her hands absently toyed with one of the small silver hoops that dangled from her ear as she read. Of course this ardent focus was disrupted as the bell chimed for class to start and she looked up from her mountain of books like a somewhat stunned owl before hurriedly gathering up the texts that seemed to have the most potential and hurrying to the librarian.

"Mrs. Ativan! Just these four please!"

The librarian, a staunch middle aged woman, glanced up from the books she was checking back in and glanced to the eager doll-like girl before her with a slightly exasperated smile, "Lydia... you know I can't let you take reference materials out of the library-"

"Oh please!!! You know I won't take them off school grounds and I promise I will bring them back at lunch!" Lydia only pleaded further, her blue eyes only growing larger as she begged.

With a reluctant sigh, the librarian chuckled softly and nodded, "very well, but you take very good care of them Missie."

"I will!! Oh and please leave the other books at my usual table if you will! I haven't looked at those ones yet!" The librarian tried to exclaim her protest but Lydia was already dashing out the door and so all Mrs. Ativan could do was mutter something about 'walk, don't run' as she shook her head and went back to her current task.

 

[Yennie]

Jisung Roh

Jisung's head whipped around at the sound of his name, face splitting into a goofy grin as he immediately recognized the blonde. Chenglei was loud and dramatic which seemed to bother most other people but had no effect on Jisung who absolutely adored the blonde. He was one of his truly good friends and they had plenty of good times together.
"Missed me eh? We should have hung out more."
He responded as he forced his locker shut, keeping whatever was inside of there from tumbling out. "Really need to clean that up one day..." He trailed off, obviously avoiding the second half of Chenglei's question. It was clear he was asking how he was regarding the Sam incident. Truth was Jisung really didn't know how to answer. Everything felt like the wrong thing to say. Chenglei might think less of him if he said he was ok. It was all too difficult for the young male who'd never experienced any sort of loss to grasp. But he knew Chenglei wouldn't drop the subject until he answered so Jisung sucked it up. Leaning against the locker he shrugged his shoulders. "Still in shock I guess. Honestly I don't know what to think. Sam was-" The male cut himself off suddenly finding it difficult to even really speak on the subject. Sam hadn't been his closest friend in the world but she was someone he talked to daily. Looked forward to seeing. God, things were so messed up! He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, the tips of his dark hair falling over his eyes for a moment. When he finally turned to face Chenglei again his expression changed back to the easy going smile he always had. It did little to hide the messy state his mind was in but right now he needed a distraction to cope. "Let's talk about something else. Like why Matcha hasn't said hello to me yet." Jisung reached out for the sweet little bird cooing at her to coax her away from Chenglei's shoulder onto his outstretched fingers.

​

 

[Scion]

"Like OMG, did you see what she was wearing?" Sato said as she gave a nudge to another fellow student who was sitting on the bleachers watching some of the boys practice. Of course Suzume was already compete, after all she represented the far more important sideline of morale. And when a student is well, deader than a door knob with some sort of mystery behind the ordeal, morale was the important thing of the day. But like all things time had to fly, as she heard the ringing of the bell. Sato sprung up and collected her purse while giving a quick wave to her associate.

"HOWTIMEFLIESI'LLTALKTOYOULATERKAAAAAAY!" and with that Suzume began sprinting from the outside of the school grounds to the inside of the school-grounds. After making her way in she quickly stopped her pace on a dime and began slowly swaying through the school. Her eyes darted back and forth as she looked for someone interesting to watch or to make contact with.

 

[epicstar]

Otto looked around the school. The halls were starting to fill up. He didn't want people listening in on their conversation. It would probably make him look even more suspicious, and people might think less of Akumu simply for associating with him. That's what had happened to his old friends before they abandoned him. Akumu seemed nice enough, and he didn't want to be the cause of her getting screwed over by Hectate society. "Never mind, I better get going. We can continue our conversation during lunch or something." Otto said before turning around and walking toward his first class of the day.

 

[Katsuya]

Chenglei Zhou​

"Yea, wish my job let me have more off days over the summer. Then I would be able to hang out with ya more." Chenglei shrugged the shoulder that's not occupied by his bird.

His ash purple eyes kept on his friend as he held his locker door closed by leaning on it. He felt like it might be too soon to ask Jisung about Sam's death, but before he can take back his question or something; Jisung actually answered --- well answered as best as he could right now.

It bothered Chenglei to see Jisung like this. He's usually really cheerful, even in the mornings, and to see him depressed made Chenglei regret ever asking. Placing a supportive and comforting hand on his shoulder, the blonde understood and brightened his own smile. "That's okay, buddy. Take your time. I won't push you --- Matcha, say hi! Remember Jisung?" The green bird tweeted happily, flapping her wings for a moment as she bobbed her head. Coaxed away from Chenglei's shoulder, the little green bird hopped on the baseball player's outstretched fingers, tweeting as she fluffed her feathers.

"Haaa~ How my little birdy loves to sing so early in the morn. A little too much." Jisung is aware of how Matcha tends to wake Chenglei up in the mornings by crowing some odd loud sound that's reminiscent of a car's honk. He has heard her before whenever Chenglei would drag his feet to visit him during his morning practices when they were younger. Same with her odd tendency to nibble on hair that belonged to people she was comfortable with, a rare few, and Jisung was one of them.

"Say hi, Matcha. Hi." He gently rubbed her head with a finger tip. Trying to encourage her to say her first word somehow.

'Chirp!'

The blonde sighed, still smiling, though obviously exasperated. "Well that's as close as you can get with her hi's."

Yennie

 

[GamerKitty205]

And she spent to long just sitting around thinking of how to answer. That's fine she supposed. Akumu walked over to her locker, quickly getting everything out. Pepper one of the cats who hang around the school walked over her.

"Good Morning Pepper!" Akumu said very happily, if half under her breath.

"Good morning to you Akumew." Pepper said.

Maybe to other people this looked odd since Akumu was speaking to a cat if the cat was doing more than mewing in reply. Well Pepper was. Magic worked that way sometimes. They chatted a bit as Akumu walked over to her class.

"Oh and you are trying to figure out the mystery of Sam's death right?" Pepper mewed to Akumi

"Yeah! Do you have any information on it!" She said

"Nope! Bye now! I gotta scram" Pepper said walking away after she finished.

Well that was cats for you.

 

[DisasterBi]

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CASPER FLOYD
Location: Hallway, heading to locker
Interaction: Open
Mention(s): N/A​

If not anything else Casper was observant; he pretty much prides himself on it! He figured that if he was going to be a writer one day he should at least try to see the world for more what it seems, seeing as that could potentially help aid in sparking new ideas for his stories.

Though . . . you didn't really have to be very observant when reading the mood of the school that morning and how it drastically changed. Unlike the month prior the air no longer felt thick with unspoken tension and rumors that supposedly came from firsthand witnesses no longer danced through everyone's ears from hushed whispers. Truth be told he didn't really mind that last part. He was there when it happened and hearing people spreading false truths made him sick to his stomach, but beyond that he honestly found it bizarre, and a bit worrying, how quickly things died down and how it - how she - got swept under the rug like it had. The teachers left so many unanswered questions that he couldn't help but to let his mind wander into the "what ifs" of the situation.

What if the murderer is still around?

What if Sam isn't the only targeted victim?

What if one of the teachers was the cause of Sam's downfall.

What if-

Luckily, before he could begin to stress himself out even more, the bell interrupted his intrusive thoughts. With a sigh Casper sat up in his seat and stared down into the empty page of his notebook, which he meant to start writing in but his thoughts got the best his mind. Casper didn't really like to linger out in the hallways, as it always left an open invitation for him to embarrass himself somehow, so he preferred to head to his class as soon as he got to school. Honestly he wasn't supposed to do that but his first period teacher in particular had a soft spot for the quiet boy so she allowed it.

Casper closed his notebook softly and stuffed it in his bag. Instead of writing he decided to opt out for reading, but of course things didn't want to go his way today. As it turns out he must've put his book in his locker along with other unnecessary stuff. With an annoyed expression he stood from his seat and headed for the door and into the hallway, not before saying a passing "Excuse me please." to his teacher, of course, who only told him to hurry back. Lucky for him though, his locker was only down the hall.

 

[Roleplay Skittle]

Lydia Dubois

Location: Hecate Academy Lockers

Interactions: Katsuya Yennie

Mentions: @ anyone else that might be hanging out in the hallways.
Get to class, slackers! xD​

​

Despite her small frame, Lydia was relatively strong and that fact was demonstrated in the amount of books she carried. Not only the four in her arms, but her book for liesurely reading as well as her school books for the day were tucked neatly away in the black messenger bag that hung from it's strap over her shoulder and across her chest.

Of course, carrying such an abundant supply of reading materials can leave one feeling quite over encumbered despite any scholastic exuberance so as her black high-top sneakers carried her swiftly through the crowded hallways, she thought it sensible to stop at her locker and maybe leave the books for her afternoon classes while she kept the rest.

"Jisung! Chenglei!" Was the greeting not greeting that she offered the two boys as she darted past them both to her locker a little further down the hall but still in eye shot of them. After neatly stacking the collection of books she carried on the floor between herself and the lockers, she nimbly turned the lock with a few quick motions and carefully opened the door.

Lydia's locker was not unlike Jisung's, though miraculously nothing tumbled out as she opened it. It was organized chaos and just the way she liked it, of course if anyone else tried to remove something from the mess, it would likely cause a domino effect and unleash the contents on the misguided victim. Shortly she was opening her book bag and deftly rearranging the objects in the locker before placing the books she wasn't currently in need of among her other items.

As she expertly sorted her belongings, it could be easy for any who observed her to arrive at the conclusion that Lydia was just like all the other students - the ones who had moved on like the faculty and were currently acting like nothing had ever happened. Though to any who knew her, Lydia was not the best at dealing with emotional things and the easiest way for her to handle such a situation was to find a problem to solve and work at solving it. In other words: she distracted herself.

There was also always the added fact that she hadn't really known Sam all that well, but then again her social circle was relatively small because she favored quality over quantity. The fact that she hadn't been a personal friend of the deceased didn't dampen her devotion to the cause in any way. Someone had to do something and since she was unaware that anyone else was interested in solving the mystery and bringing Sam justice, that someone could easily be her.

 

[Dooplighost]

Felicity Jirou


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With a tired sigh, Felicity continued to trudge her way through the hallways of the school. To say she’d stayed up too late last night would’ve been an understatement- right now she was operating on no more than two hours worth of sleep. Her sleeplessness had stemmed from the outstanding event no one seemed to be paying any attention to. The death of a student was nothing to be shrugged off the way it had been by pretty much everyone, at least not to her. Yet the whole thing had been tucked under the rug and hidden away as if it were a minor incident. Felicity’s heavy eyes scanned the hallway around her, looking mostly at the faces of everyone there. She was slouching with a rucksack hunched over her back, trying her best to avoid eye contact with everyone she looked at (with varying degrees of success).

Felicity wasn’t a friend of the victim of the murder or anything, far from it. She didn’t even know who the student was, sure it was sad she had passed and Felicity felt bad for the family, but a lot of other things were sad too. What she was interested in was her own safety. Who wouldn’t be? Being forced to go somewhere where anyone and everyone was a possible murderer, teachers included, should’ve been enough to make anyone feel uneasy at the very least. Felicity needed desperately to find out who had done it, she refused to lose another night’s sleep to this instead of video games.

After a few instances of awkward eye contact with her suspects Felicity began hiding her eyes behind her hair and only quickly peeking at the people around her. The only issue she was facing in her mind at the moment was that she didn’t actually know many of the people who she was looking at, they all looked suspicious to her. With their...completely normal smiles and...everything.

The more time passed, the more time she spent walking, the more she thought about the whole incident, the more suspicious and nervous she got, eventually a cold sweat broke her forehead and she began to quicken her steps. This continued for some time and Felicity began to feel like she was being followed. Unable to shake the looming feeling, she gave up looking at everyone around her and decided to walk as fast as she could with her head down. She didn’t have the courage to look back and see if anyone was actually there, she just wanted to lose them.

Felicity would’ve probably started running away if it wasn’t for the collision that happened shortly after she reached maximum walking speed. She was dazed slightly by the collision, she had no idea what she just walked into. With a yelp, she covered most of her head with her arms as she stumbled backwards, her body shrinking into itself and appearing as small as possible. Out of sheer surprise, fright and instinct from it all, Felicity summoned and solidified a single thick and sharp tentacle from her shadow- the dark appendage swiftly snapping into place just in front of Felicity’s face, pointed right at her aggressor. The startled girl’s eyes looked in the gap between her arms and past the tentacle to assess the enemy she’d bumped into...a locker door. An open locker door, it had a hand on it holding it open.

Felicity went from scared for her life to embarrassed pretty quickly after she peered past the open locker door to see who it was.

Felicity awakwardly brought her arms back down to her sides, with a nervous laugh she dissolved the tentacle, the solid mass seeming to rejoin her shadow as it sunk back into the ground. Felicity gave an awakward wave before speaking in a shaky voice:

“H-hi Lydia!...Sorry about the, uh, never mind. Pretend it didn’t happen...sorry,” She paused for a bit, rubbing her head where she hit the locker, “H-how are you today?” Felicity managed to get out, still recovering from embarrassment.

Interactions: Lydia Dubois ( Roleplay Skittle )

 

[Scion]

And so, after a fair bit of walking an indeterminate hallway, Suzume Sato puffed out her cheeks and frowned. She darted her head from side to side while keeping her hands on her hips. "Like where is everybody, oh my gosh did I pick the wroooong hall?" Suzume came to a realization as she sprung upwards and snapped her fingers together, in acknowledgement that yes she in fact chose the wrong hall to stalk. Everyone knew that this hall she wandered into was one of the unlucky halls.

No one could say why this particular hall was unlucky, just the fact that it was. It was one of the local pieces of mythology that was thrown around, well primarily by Sato herself, but others as well would parrot the tidbits she decided to throw around. It was a good thing that her peers, well not all of them at her level, but that was frankly to be expected. Nonetheless Suzume had to leave these halls in order to find the lockers which had people gathered around.

Not to mention her own locker.

As Suzume realized, she did not have the boring fuddy-duddy materials for class. This was confirmed by her reaching into her purse and perusing its contents, which were all far more valuable than the day to day school supplies. After that bit of checking, Sato skipped through the halls with a pep in her step and a smile on her face. Of course that grin widened even further when she approached where her locker was located, and as if by divine providence, there were oodles of potential class-mates to start gossiping with.

And so Suzume began pointing at each and every student she saw before loudly declaring a ritual of choice passed down to her. "Eenie meenie, mini moe! Catch! A! Tiger! By! The Toe! If! He! Hollers! Let! Him! Go! Eenie! Meenie! Mini! Moe! And! You! Are! It!" The bouncing finger had made its selection at the end of the ritualistic chanting of the cheerleader, and the finger had landed on the boy with the pink hair.

So she quickly rushed up to Casper and gave a friendly wave, "Heeeeelloooo uh, spectacles? Poindexter? You gotta know about how the leader of the Chess Club broke his arm right? It was him trying to get in a fight with another kid that saw him running off crying right?! C'mon let's dish!" Sources were sources after all, and even poindexters had some uses to them.

DisasterBi

 

[DisasterBi]

CASPER FLOYD
Location: Locker
Interaction: Scion
Mentioned: N/A​

Okay, so if you were to ask Casper if the black haired cheerleader startled him with her sudden appearance he'd avidly deny it because . . . well because for obvious reasons, but the little jump in his shoulders and the way his eyes widened ever so slightly did give him away to anybody who was really paying attention. Though from what he could see she didn't seem to notice, considering that she was so caught up in her own words.

Honestly for a hot second or two Casper didn't even think she was talking to him, but realization quickly set in as she continued talking. With his eyebrows slightly furrowed he looked at the girl. Beyond confused and unconsciously he reached up to his glasses. "P-poindexter?" he queries. "People still say that?" To be fair that was a first to him - he's heard 4 eyes, specs, goggles, etc. but never poindexter - so he does give her mental props for that.

Slowly shaking his head Casper continued to look at the girl - who looked vaguely familiar for some reason, maybe he's seen her around before - with a confused look on his face. "Uh no thanks?" he said, phrasing it more as a question than anything else. As fate might have it his locker was right behind where the ravenette stood so with quick, slightly awkward, steps he walked around her and to his locker. Quickly he opened it, but fumbled a second with the lock mostly due to the self-consciousness that came with his new company, and reached in for his misplaced book. He glanced over his shoulder at the girl with a raised eyebrow."Uhm who exactly are you? And why would I know about the Chess Club leader and his supposed broken arm? And of all the things to gossip about at this school, why that?" he wondered out loud, although he did mutter that last part mostly because of what he was insinuating. Casper naturally talks in a very dry tone so his words came out sounding somewhat condescending; he flinched a bit once he realized and mentally scolded himself.

 

[FireMaiden]

Aubrey Flynn
Interaction: DisasterBi Scion
Mentioned: N/A
Aubrey weaved her way through the hall, avoiding people she didn't want to see, and toes she didn't want to accidently step on. Mainly because her wedged were new and she didn't want to scuff them just yet. Anyway, she was just making her way to her locker, which was easy enough. Except it was about three down from Sam's. Aubrey paused as she passed it, looking as the falling memorial. The only thing our of the letters, pictures, and empty words of sadness that was still really stuck on there was a picture of Sam. Aubrey smiled softly as she looked at it, before shaking her head and moving on.

Opening her locker, she put a few books away, replacing them with the others and needed, all while letting Randy grab a treat or two. As he did that, she picked up her cake batter flavored chapstick, and used the mirror to apply it, while observing something going on across the hall and a little ways behind her. Casper, a boy she knew, or at least, sorta knew; and a cheerleader were talking. But Casper looked a little out of his element with this cheerleader. Maybe Aubrey should go help out? Or at least go say hi, she hasn't really been doing that.

Reguardless of what she was going to do, she put Randy back around her shoulders, closed her locker, and waltzed over there. Giving them both a warm smile, she waved. "Hi Casper! Long time huh?" She said cheerfully, before looking at the other girl, "Make a new friend?" Being friendly, Aubrey stuck out her hand a bit for the other girl to shake, "I'm Aubrey Flynn, it's nice to meet you."

 

[Scion]

Suzume Sato
Location: Directly in front of Casper Floyd's Locker
Interaction: DisasterBi FireMaiden

"Uh huh! Caaaaaauuuuse, you look like one of those types!" Suzume eagerly declared as she firmly kept her position directly in front of Casper's locker. Still with a smile on her face, she focused keenly on Casper ready to unearth any gossip that the boy was clutching onto. But while she had indeed kept focus on her intended target, noticing the strange motions of walking he made. Sato didn't necessarily notice how close she was in front of Casper's locker. So when the boy was able to secure a path to the locker, as it opened Sato felt the swinging of it hit her back as she stumbled forward.

"H-hey!" Suzume said with a huff as she leaned forward and reached over to poke at Casper. "You're supposed to ask people before you do things, things like what you did there!" Suzume frowned before crossing her arms over her chest, while giving the pink-haired lad a bit of a stink-eye. Of course this didn't last long as the man made the mistake of not using an internal monologue, but rather an external one. "Like I said, you look like one of those types! So who better to ask than one who would get close to that source, cause I can't do it, but people like you can and probably did!" declared the cheerleader with a smile, hoping that she had made crystal clear.

But before she could confirm that was the case, she saw another student head over to her. "Like hellloooooo~ I'm Suzume! You know, Suzume Sato! Yes that one you are thinking of right now." She quickly declared before clasping not merely the hand of Aubrey, but the rest of her forearm as well before she gave it a vigorous shake. "Oh! Oh! You look like you've kept eyes around the school, can you verify that that the cafeteria services import old circus animals to be processed into the mystery meat!?"

 

[Ella Victoria]

ELISE BENINI tag(s): EVERYONE

Elise Benini could not believe that school was continuing so casually --- as though nothing had happened. As though no one had died. It made her sick. And then there were the people who thought themselves good for nosing into people's business --- all of the idiots just looking for glory of unearthing a "mystery". That was why Elise was planning on eating in the library. And avoiding (as much as she could) human life until she was in the library. Ditching looked promising --- after all, class was little help or challenging to her. Yet, Elise did not (for some unknown bizarre reason). ​

If Elise was honest, she just wanted to watch an old film with Jisung and hear his ridiculous, unnecessary commentary (which Elise didn't do AT ALL ((sarcasm))). Perhaps, she would force him to come after school and catch a movie. Anything but stay in school would be appreciated, all the odd glances and suspicious looks of friends questioning their friendships was giving Elisa a headache. When would the day be over? She had already gotten seven people asking her to go into people's minds to whom she completely refused (perhaps with a bit more sass and sarcasm). It was driving Elise crazy! But perhaps the worst was the small guilt in the back of her mind she tried to smother. The guilt of not giving a care about Sam until now. Now that Sam was dead. Was she any better than the idiots that flocked the halls questioning everything? All that complex 4th dimensional character extinguished in one fell swoop. Dead. She had never got to ask Sam if she preferred ice cream to frozen yogurt (though of course, Sam had to prefer ice cream to frozen yogurt, the better question was, who didn't?). She never got to ask how Sam was feeling. She never got to ask was she okay. She never got to Sam. Period. Elise frowned and slammed her locker shut, breaking her trance. Some students looked up at her. ​

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Elise didn't know what came over her. She blinked and smiled apologetically, trying to act as though nothing were wrong. "I'm sorry."
Then she ran, ran down the corridor as fast as she could. She felt her feet race, with a will of their own, to a quiet spot --- the library. A haven in the madness.

She continued, skidding to a halt in a small, isolated corner. Book shelves sandwiched the hiding spot perfectly. Elise fell to the corner, squeezing her legs into her chest. She could hear --- no feel her heart thump across her chest. Alive. Blood pumping. As it would never pump Sam's blood. So much weakness. Like a measily balloon. Full of air flying in the sky until air pressure closes in and then POP! Dead. Of maybe aire pressure didn't get to you first - maybe a bird got their first. Or a child. Or a tiny hole that no one had noticed. Blood was her greatest weakness. Yet it was the thing that kept her moving. God.
Things weren't that simple.
Elsie could feel it.
She could feel it.
That's what made her so cold.
She could feel the fear, the hate, the guilt, the sadness that others felt. She did more than go into minds - she could feel emotions that were unchecked and raw, loud and overwhelming. She felt them all.
The world swum before her. But she would not cry. Because Elsie Benini did not cry. That was something she could count on. The one truth in a sea of mysteries and lies. Elsie Benini did not, would not cry. Even if the world fell apart around her, as it did right now.​

Elise Benini would not cry.
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[DisasterBi]

CASPER FLOYD
Location: Locker
Interaction: Scion
Mentioned: N/A​

"I look - what?" he muttered to himself. What was that supposed to mean!? He couldn't tell whether he should be offended or not. Nonetheless he wasn't really focused on that, more so he was more focused on the red that seized its way over his face as he accidentally hit the girl with his locker. "Sorry about that!" he quickly uttered out. "I didn't think you were that close!" he explained.

Finally after going throuhg his slightly disorganized locker he found his book. Closing it he looked down at the cheerleader, his face still a bit red from the embarrassment. "Yeah well sorry to disappoint but I have no connection to the Chess Club or anybody in it. I don't even know how play chess," he admitted with a small shrug. Okay, this was kind of a lie. His sister's best friend happened to be in Chess Club but he doesn't really talk to his sister or any of her friends (unless they're throwing playful insults at each other) so he's pretty much useless in this situation.

Before much more could be said another body approached the two, and he let a small breath in relief out as he recognized this person. Aubrey Flynn, they had a few classes together. A small, barely noticeable, smile made its way to his face. "Hey Aubrey," he said, mentally thanking her for interrupting this conversation. Casper was never good at talking to new people.

 

[epicstar]

Otto Greystone
Location: Classroom
Ability Level: 6.7

Otto sat down in his desk, waiting for class to start. It was only a few minutes until class started, but Otto was so lost in thought that time seemed to be passing slower. Sam had a lot of enemies, which was a fact that Otto had been made painfully aware of last year. That added an element of danger to investigation. Otto's ability was fairly useful in combat unless it was over an extended period of time, but that all depended on his emotions. Even then, there were plenty of people Otto could think of that would and could defeat both him and Sam easily given the opportunity.

There was also Akumu to think about. He had pretty much agreed to share information with her despite the fact that he didn't know anything about her. That was probably his own fault. After he had been abandoned by everyone, Otto hadn't bothered trying to re-integrate himself into society. That kept him out of the information loop. Even an ability would be helpful at this point, but he didn't even have that.

Otto sighed and dropped his head into his arms. Was he biting off more than he could chew?