02.50 - week two, saturday

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W2 SATURDAY

Like last Saturday, everyone will get an announcement on their tablets; this time, the announcement is preceded with a bell of some sort before Lorelei appears on the screen again.

"Good morning, everyone. This is an announcement to let you know that today's lesson will take place starting at 8:15 tonight. Again, today's lesson will be starting at 8:15. Please meet at the lower campus exit near the lecture by 8:00pm; Florence will be waiting for you there.

If you have a bag for some snacks and, perhaps, an item you can use for self-defense in the case of an emergency, please arrive with those things on you. We will provide you with an overview of what to expect when you arrive at 8pm.

Thank you."

The alert ends.

You have the day to prepare, ask each other what the hell is happening -- Florence and Lorelei do not seem to be available, strangely enough. There's a lot to take in with the information you have now. But before you know it... night falls.

FULL NAV

(CODE)

Comments

[mirrite]

Why should I? You got a problem with it?

[He moves a tiny bit closer to loom just a little more, said grin widening, but he doesn't make any attempt to do anything else.]

[selfconcept]

Yeah. I like it when you're grumpy and taking potshots at me.

[ He'd say this regardless of Marcus being possessed, tbh. ]

You hear all these people suffering and there's nothing wrong? Damn, maybe you're the sadist. Not me.

[mirrite]

[Here he just shrugs a little, as if Hien is talking about something utterly inconsequential to him.]

We're here to help deal with whatever's going on. That's the priority right now. Then again, it might be fun to let loose a little...

[selfconcept]

You can't attack ghosts. They're ghosts.

[ Just in case he needed to point that out. ]

You're sounding more of a deviant than I am right now. You looking for a fight?

[mirrite]

[Another little shrug, though this time his stance shifts slightly, almost imperceptibly.]

Maybe. Maybe not. That all depends.

[selfconcept]

[ Hien squints at Marcus. ]

What?? Okay, if you're being possessed right now, let me talk to the ghost.

[ hien: let me talk to the manager ]

We'll work something out.

[mirrite]

Sorry, not interested!

[That's all the encouragement Marcus needs to lunge forward, attempting to punch Hien right in the stomach. He's not super fast, but he hits hard if it manages to connect...]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien catches his fist, but holy shit his hand hurts. It was on reflex that he used his right hand, which is still full of bandages, so that really stings. ]

Christ, I guess you don't look built for nothing.

[ Hien is physically fit too, despite his appearance, so he attempts to punch Marcus in the face as if it's a crosscounter. ]

[mirrite]

Yeah, well, blame that one on the guy who made me. He's into muscles.

[The punch definitely hurts, but he's quick to shake it off as though it's little more than a mosquito bite and lash back out, attempting to leg sweep Hien off his feet. Now this is the kind of fun he was looking for...]

[selfconcept]

Made you? So you're just like Phantom—

[ He's jumping over that leg sweep. He jumps pretty high and tries to see if he can land a kick on Marcus's face... again.

His face is a nice target. ]

[mirrite]

Oh? So he told you? I'm surprised.

[This time he dodges, because a kick would hurt a lot more than that punch, and while he wouldn't let something like that take him out, he'd also rather not risk getting slowed down too much just yet.

Can he grab Hien while he's in the air, though?]

It's not exactly the same, but we were made by the same person, for what it's worth.

[selfconcept]

[ He absolutely can, so I'm gonna assume Hien gets caught. ]

Why are you surprised—

[ His ankle is caught.

Fuck. ]

[mirrite]

Because he hates himself just as much as the person who created him hates himself.

[Pulling Hien back down to earth now, and he's not trying to make sure the landing is gentle. Sorry Hien (not really).]

[selfconcept]

[ That really hurts. Hien feels like his entire skeleton just shattered on impact. That's why it's so hard to move, but he grits his teeth and tries to slam his foot on Marcus's arm with the intention of breaking it. ]

[mirrite]

[Fortunately for Marcus, it doesn't quite manage to break it, but from the yell he lets out and the way he immediately releases Hien's leg to clutch his own arm, it's definitely painful. He backs off for a moment, glaring at Hien and breathing deeply as he wills the pain under control.]

... not bad. I underestimated you.

[selfconcept]

[ Hien lets out an incredulous laugh that sounds akin to a demon's with the distortion and static. ]

I dunno what else you'd expect from someone who's just very, very old.

[ He easily pulls out the gauze bandages and easily puts it on himself. He made it easily applicable beforehand just in case. The pain definitely subsides, helping Hien get back up easily. ]

So, what? Want some more?

[mirrite]

No offense, but you don't exactly come across as the fighting type.

[Considering how he hadn't even wanted to get up off the floor that first day--

Marcus makes no move to attack again, though, just continuing to nurse his arm. This definitely puts him at a disadvantage and he knows it.]

Guess that makes you a masochist, though. I wasn't going easy on you there.

[selfconcept]

Sorry to burst your bubble, but the profile doesn't lie.

[ About his hate for physical pain, that is. The gauze is doing a wonderful job at numbing it right now. ]

Is that all? I expected a little more from someone who sounds like they're a leader of a combat unit.

[mirrite]

Yeah, well, I'm used to being able to get healed if anything happens, but in case you haven't noticed, we don't exactly have that option here.

Besides, you aren't the one I really was hoping to play with anyway.

[Not that this wasn't a fun diversion and all, but...]

[selfconcept]

[ Honestly, same. Hien usually has regeneration to help the wounds and whatnot, but he sighs. The one time he gets to actually fight... gone. ]

Then who? Phantom? He's a squishy mage, so he wouldn't be satisfying to hit.

[mirrite]

Oh, you have no idea.

[Is this personal? It definitely sounds personal, squishy mage or not.]

Maybe I wanna see just how far this whole pain-sharing thing can go. Without me being the one to take the injuries.

[selfconcept]

[ Honestly, Hien likes Phantom. He's cute and his hair is fantastic. His personality makes him easy to tease and it's fun.

However. ]

Man, no wonder he didn't wanna sleep with you.

[ He means in the dorm room. But. Yeah. ]

[mirrite]

I'd rather jump off a cliff.

[That much, at least, is the truth. Just because Phantom looks like Phil...!

... why do people keep assuming he swings that way, anyway???]

[selfconcept]

Anyway, you can't bully Phantom.

[ Yeah!!! ]

That's my job.

[ No!!!! ]

[mirrite]

Like hell it is.

[Marcus almost looks like he wants to go again despite his injured arm...!]