guestronpa | WEEK 2

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WEEK 2

WEEK 2

[Well, well, well! A week into the Smash Life of Mutual Killing and nobody's decided to shed blood yet. It's not exactly pleasant news for your friendly Coach, and believe me, he's not gonna like all this unbridled optimism going on. After everybody's met on Sunday and gathered as much information as they can, it's not like anything bad could happen, right?

Welcome to week 2, Smashers. We're going into Sudden Death.]

Students remaining: 15

[ooc: Please don't forget to check in before the end of the week! You're still welcome to backtag and post in any of the previous logs and mingles as much as you like, don't feel that you should stop just because this log is up.

We're still encouraging exploration this week and if we missed anything last week or this week please ping one of our personal plurks so we can jump in.]

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Yeah, not to point out the obvious, but...you kinda do need a bath.

[He's now going to ignore everyone else to take Shadow into the kitchen and fill the sink up partway with warm water. Having something to do helps him stay calm and not murderous.]

[huzzah. A bath. He can get this... whatever it is off him. He doesn't even want to know. He just wants to see it go down the drain. This whole day can go down the drain for all he cares.

He hops from Alastor's hand and knocks the soap into the water before jumping in himself. And he's just going to... sit there. For a bit.

And reflect on what has happened]

This is by far the strangest day I've ever had. And it's not even noon.

[Alastor chuckles a bit, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.]

Would you believe I've had stranger?

I shrink to the size of a common rat, my closest friend is being held captive, and there's a giant angry moon threatening to destroy us all if we don't kill one another. What a ridiculous circus this all is.

[he proceeds to take the sulkiest, tiniest bath, ever]

.... I hate asking, but... can I stay with you until this wears off? I can't open a goddamn door like this, or anything else... I'll make it up to you somehow.

Sure, doesn't bother me. I kinda prefer having company, to be honest.

[A pause, as if something occurred to him.]

Just, uh. I disappear into my cabin after my shower sometimes so I can dry my hair in peace, so...

[He'd normally make a snarky comment about it. Was he embarrassed by his helmet hair? Was he greying prematurely?

But this demon man was willing to help him in his time of need. He's not THAT much of an asshole.]

That's fine. I can wait outside, or whatever suits you. You're doing me a big favor after all.

[he frowns and looks up the ceiling. There's a nice big scorch mark, but no damage to the door]

It didn't even work. I should have known. The bear's bombs are mostly for show.

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Thanks. It probably seems kinda silly, but I'm not really comfortable taking the helmet off around mortals.

[He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously, then looks at the ceiling himself.]

That, or this place is a lot sturdier than we thought. Wouldn't surprise me if he was expecting to be setting off bombs in here.

Well, if it puts your mind at ease, I am not a mortal. I have an indefinite lifespan. But I will respect your privacy.

[he frowns. He wonders if his teleportation distance has shrunk as well. Now that he's clean, he needs to get dry... Time to test it.

Thank god the sink is less than a foot deep. He can get out by himself, at least, and wrap himself in a dry dish towel. He then continues to glare at the ceiling]

The bombs are fairly weak. The concussive force alone should be enough to blow out the windows in here. And our ear drums. Neither has happened.

I more mean...natural creatures. People that aren't fellow demons or somehow associated with them.

[He unplugs the sink so it can drain, then goes back to leaning against the counter.]

And I guess I wouldn't know much about bombs going off indoors...only time I've ever had them used against me before this was definitely outside.

[a nod of understanding. He may be an immortal, but he is... artificial.

He frowns]

I'm quite familiar with bombs in my line of work. When a one explodes inside, there's typically more damage.

The first one singed my wings up, but then I guess it's not hard to burn someone completely mundane. I hate burns...

I avoided damage from the first one, but... [he plucks out one of his quills, and it's singed] I was closer, this time.

Maybe it's more heat than concussive force? Makes you wonder why nothing caught fire, though, if it's enough to leave marks that quickly.

There are different kinds of bombs. It's possible the "Monobear" explodes with more thermal energy than your typical bomb. Curious that it leaves no shrapnel. But hey, nothing else around here seems to obey the laws of physics, so why the hell not.

...No shrapnel, huh? Think it's possible that his bodies are magical constructs? It'd explain how they just appear and vanish like that.

That's also a possibility. Magic is... not my forte.

It's a specialty of mine, but with my powers sealed, I can't even sense it.

[He shakes his head.]

I don't know how humans manage with such weak senses.

Hard to miss what you've never had, I suppose.

I guess. I just can't help feeling a bit vulnerable. I'm used to being a lot more aware of my surroundings.

I feel the same way...

If I just had my powers, it would be so much easier to find out how that bear is doing all this. I could break that trapdoor apart with my bare hands...

If I had all my powers, we wouldn't even have to mess with the trap door. I could use Chaos Control and warp us all out of here.

Oh, getting us out of here would be easy. Teleporting's one of my signature spells.

But what kind of hero would I be if I just let someone like Monobear go?

You mean the one controlling it. Or the ones. The more that happens here, the more I am convinced it's not a single person who did all this, but a group. A group using that stupid ridiculous robot as a mouthpiece.

One, ones. Every individual involved in making this sick 'tournament' happen.

And I'm not discounting the idea of the bear being autonomous, either. There's definitely someone else involved, but he could well be an active accomplice.

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