[THE WAY IT TAKES HIM SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS HE'S TIRED AND HE HATES TECHNOLOGY ACTUALLY. He takes painstaking care to make sure there are no typos or errors, too. God.]
[WOW funky things sure do happen all over the campus, huh!! At some point in the late evening - either at around the time the sun is setting or after - Mandricardo may catch the sound of something from the forest nearby. A conversation, maybe...?
Though for some reason, it seems like he can only pick up on one side of it. If he pauses to listen, he may catch snippets of what's being said. Things like: -if that's the case, then I'll- or -but you said that it would-.
Whoever the voice belongs to, it seems like they are Very, Very Distressed, likely on the verge of tears. There's also the distinct sound of metal against metal, like a blade being drawn?? Hm. WHAT DOES A FINE LAD DO...]
[Mandricardo is returning from the gym, wooden sword in hand, leaned against his shoulder. Its time to head back to the dorm, but as he passes by, the quiet voices catch his attention, and he glances in their direction.]
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[Some people getting upset? Well, this is a stressful place, classes and all aside. Mandricardo steps closer, but then the sound of metal against metal hits his ears, and he stiffens.]
[A...fight?]
[He draws his wooden sword down, adjusting his grip, and slowly steps towards the sounds - Mandricardo, brow furrowed, calls out:]
[It's been a confusing day. In the beginning, it was hard to wrap his mind around it all.]
[And now, the fact settles in, like ash on the ground. Someone is dead. Someone from his dorm. Someone he saw alive just last night.]
[Maybe it was accidental, but with the fire alarm, and everything, it seems intentional, in the most insidious way.]
[Mandricardo is found sitting outside his dorm on the steps up to the front door, knees drawn up to himself. What a mess. What a horrific mess...and then, someone walks by, and he blinks, lifting up his head. A familiar face.]
[As desensitized as Sakyou is to blood and death in general, he's still discomforted by all of this. The strangeness leading up to the death, the supposed report card seemingly making a mockery of it, the way others seemed to be led around by the nose as if to find puzzle pieces lovingly left behind... None of it sits right with him. He finds the loss of innocent life unfortunate, and the circumstances themselves quite suspicious.
He seems to be deep in thought as he walks by, but the familiar voice catches his attention and he pauses reflexively, glancing up.
Gloomy lad is looking extra gloomy oh no... Sakyou offers a somewhat tired, worried and very small smile before making his way over.]
...You look like you could use a cup of tea. Will you accompany me?
[He feels he can't stay in Summer Dorm. Mandricardo wanders a bit outside, trying to gather his thoughts, and finding that all in all, he's just tired. He's used to war. Used to bloodshed. Dying is nothing, at this point, and yet...]
[What...was all of that?]
[He spots the form of Sakyou, and raises his head, walking up to his side.]
[Sometimes being in a dorm where a dead lad used to live is just no good! Or being in any building in general considering the amount of times over the last two days that they've been trapped indoors. It's fine.
Sakyou is just walking somewhat aimlessly, hands folded at his front. He'll stop to incline his head in greeting when Mandricardo approaches, though. It's somewhat difficult to discern through expression alone how he's feeling, but he is definitely not pleased. Who is though, honestly.]
[Sup lad, in the gym today? Stress bench pressing?? Rage basketball?? Sakyou perhaps has the same idea, considering he comes storming in with purpose. One fist is balled tightly at his side and the other has a deathgrip on his sword, like he's just mere seconds away from unsheathing it. THE AMOUNT OF ABSOLUTE FURY HIS TINY BODY RADIATES IS TRULY IMMENSE...]
[Or maybe he'd just come here because he didn't expect too many other people to be around, since he pauses upon seeing Mandricardo, briefly shaken out of his Big Mad with mild surprise. Immediately, his expression shifts to something a little more palatable, and he pauses near the door.]
Sakyou has quite a few in hand himself, though he keeps his left hand free. Y'know. Just in case DANGER swoops down out of fuckin nowhere and they need to fight very suddenly. ie yeah he sure brought his wholeass sword to the library, thank god campus security is nonexistent.]
Ah! Good day. [A little nod! He'll turn to face Mandricardo, smiling just a little in his understated way.] I wanted to see if I could find a few books about the history of this place, but it seems there isn't much to be found... There are other interesting things, though. Have you found anything good?
[Mandricardo your lone empty classroom studying...
Sakyou, who'd just peered into the classroom in the same way a student might when Lost And Wandering, simply shakes his head.]
No, the library does well enough for that. [Says he, who does not suffer crippling social anxiety. But he'll make his way into the classroom, regardless! And smiles a little in recognition when he sees what Mandricardo's reading.]
Ah - that's one of the better classes this week, isn't it?
[Yeah, guess who's chilling......at the Student Health Office? It's more that he's peering in and checking out the cute bandaids and what else is available. When he spots Sakyou, he sort of...oddly stiffens? And then just gives him a level stare.]
[HELLO??? SIR. Sakyou's probably noticed that Mandricardo has been acting weird as hell today considering they were all in the same debate hell together. He's not sure what to classify it as, yet... Another curse? An extra credit assignment?
In any case, he feels a little self-conscious because he is Still looking slovenly. His wrinkled uniform and messy braid... And yet he's still the sort of bastard whose Kaguyahime face lets him pull off even a trashbag. God.]
—It's difficult to determine what a "hm" might mean in this situation.
[For some reason, it seems like he tries to nyoom faster when he hears Mandricardo's voice?! Wow. THERE HE GOES!! HE'S REALLY... HE'S REALLY GOING.
Normally he's pretty good with agility too, but. Well, he's been running on several fractured bones and swimming with several fractured bones and skydiving and perhaps being possessed and gun and clowns and Much Much More so. Once the immediate threat is gone and the adrenaline begins to wear out...
Yeah, he's just collapsing again. It keeps happening bruh.]
Sakyou had bounced at some point after the execution to go to Sakyou things, but he'll be coming to go find his Dear Sad Friend soon enough. Wherever Mandricardo is, he'll get a gentle nudge against his back! Sakyou's just vibing there with two cups in hand.]
Would you like to share a drink?
[They all seem like they could use it to varying degrees...]
[Sakyou things: standing in a forest and brooding and plotting murder, probably]
...Hm?
[He looks up - and yeah, he's looking pretty rough, what with his eyes being and cheeks reddened from obvious crying. He blinks at the offered drink, before giving a nod.]
Uh. Yeah. Sure. That's...real nice of ya. Thank you.
[WELL. HERE THEY ARE at the skating rink because Sakyou Can and Will and Has bullied Mandricardo into going on a deito for the sake of those sweet, sweet vouchers...
On the plus side, he's a very attentive date! Beyond the initial bullying, he's done what he can to make sure Mandricardo seems comfortable and like he's at least interested in the ideas being pitched. Even now, rather than immediately dragging him out onto the ice, he gestures first.]
Do you want to give that a try? Or would you like to do something else?
[On the downside, as soon as he moseys over to stand near sweet Mandricardo while posing his innocuous questions, the cute fluffy winter date vibes are perhaps going to be a bit ruined by this memory that suddenly whops him upside the head.]
[How did he get wrangled into this? Well, Sakyou is persuasive in his own way, so after some bullying, he's here. Still not believing this is like a Full Date, though. Like, it's just a task, right?]
[He's looking at the icing rink, considering, and as he turns to the other to give his answer...it happens. The scent of blood. The fury. The anguish.]
[He staggers, slightly, raising a hand to cover his mouth.]
[Wow, two of them! Sakyou's expression is exactly the same, though instead of staring out into nothing, he's looking at the sword at his hip. He still manages to walk with some measure of purpose, even though he's wandering as much as most of them are.
...But he'll look up when Mandricardo joins him, and some of that careful blankness fades, shifting instead to concern. He'd actually left pretty swiftly after the results, but he'd probably heard about The Drama at some point. Goddamn yall.
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Quietly, he touches the back of Mandricardo's hand.]
Which is to say, Sakyou's browsing through the bookstore, a book in hand. The author's name is Hogyoku and the contents seem to be more bad poetry?? Somehow he got in really deep with this poetry class, damn. Anyway, he's frowning at the unnecessarily high pricetag, but whenever Mandricardo moseys in, he'll glance up and offer a bit of a fleeting smile. His vibes are just mild for now, though there's a constant undercurrent of vague melancholy and exhaustion.]
Anyway, those are two body announcements that make him various degrees of Angery (one more than the other, though), but he knows there are other people with more personal attachments who will definitely be feeling some type of way after that. SO. Those are the people he nyooms for first, starting with Mandricardo.
Where is a lad... Sakyou will honestly probably check the foresty areas first because ye oldes seem to love fleeing to the forest when they're emotional... But regardless of wherever he spots a lad, he'll approach quietly. He's quiet but his vibes are Furious and also Very Fucking Tired.]
[Well, he'd be correct about Ye Oldes loving the forest! Here is Mandricardo, who can be felt long before seen, because the mixture of sorrow and fury is so potent it could be like a fog.]
[He's just sitting against the trunk of a tree and his face looks....impressively numb. Like he's just screaming on the inside, but is struggling not to let it show.]
[He looks over at Sakyou. There's a sharp edge to the sorrow that comes through, but its accompanied by a hint of warmth. He's just so upset, though, that it all quickly gets buried.]
[WELL. Sakyou's also not really vibing with the idea of being around other people right now for various reasons, so sometime in the night after the sun sets - a binch is busy until then - he'll be looking for a place to vibe! Because he doesn't want to be in his dorm! Also for various reasons! It's fine, they're all fine.
ANYWAY. Maybe they'll cross paths in the forest or maybe Sakyou will open the door to the abandoned classroom Mandricardo's already claimed. Whatever the case, he freezes for a second.]
[He's in the classroom! Sitting at a desk, looking at what seems to be a fox ear headband in his hands.]
[His emotions are muted, but still just awful, complicated, rage, grief, and sorrow. His eyes flit to the entrance, hesitance in the way he tenses up...]
[But then relaxes when he seems to register that it's Sakyou.]
Yeah. Probably for the rest of the night, honestly.
[BINCH HE HAS THE BIGGEST STRESS HEADACHE IN THE WORLD BECAUSE OF THESE NEAR-DEATH ANTICS!!!!
Anyway he's absolutely seeking Mandricardo out at some point after he's presumably gotten some medical treatment, because he's gotta? He's gotta. Even though his vibes are even worse now than they were just a day ago, it's fine! They're all doing fine in this chili's. He's definitely trying to keep a lid on it though, considering he imagines Mandricardo isn't feeling too great, himself. Physically and mentally.
When and wherever he finds this lad though, he's just reaching out immediately to grab one of his hands. Fortunately he does not crush it like he did with poor Nier and Kaine.]
[Well, he's alive! UNFORTUNATELY. He's definitely looking better, somewhat healed, though he's got bandages on a lot of places, here. His face still looks somewhat burned, his hair is singed...it's bad, scoob, even with the healing.]
[He winces slightly with the hand grasp, but he'll squeeze it back - some gratefulness and gratitude flicker over the thrumming undercurrent of pain and grief.]
[Follow the noise, and...here is the music room! And here is Mandricardo. He's sitting in loose clothing, still bandaged, but his hair looks better, trimmed a little. He's just playing a triangle out of what seems to be boredom.]
[THEN THERE'S THIS LAD who's carrying a bundle in his arms... He's definitely peeking in first to see what the fuck that noise is, but when he sees it's Mandricardo, he just walks in! He has very quiet footfalls though, so he may end up getting quite close before he speaks up.]
[At some point news probably gets back to him about who was on the other terrible field trip today, so!! Sakyou, who figures he's good to go because he's healed, is immediately setting out to find those scrappy survivors. Good work, team.
When he spots Mandricardo in the garden, he's tottering his way over, though! Very clearly moving like an intoxicated individual and also still dressed in his wedding garb, but it's fine, at least he doesn't look like he literally just crawled out of a Stephen King film unlike some people.]
Mandricardo—
[Oh boy does he butcher this lad's name. SWEET MANDRICARDO.]
[Mandricardo is standing near what looks like...two dirt mounds. There are bouquets of flowers on top of them, and in his good hand is a spade - his hand is dirty.]
[He turns at the sight of Sakyou. He's definitely looking better and isn't just seeping blood all over the place, but he hasn't changed or cleaned up, and looks like a nightmare.]
[wouldn't it be funny if i really did just do a toplevel of sakyou getting stuck in sprummer tunnel
BUT TRAGICALLY HE WOULD NOT DO THIS he cares about this sword too much... In fact, whenever Mandricardo next takes a field trip over to Spring dorm (because i'm forcing everyone to take advantage of this tunnel dammit and he leaves the door unlocked when he's downstairs), Sakyou's kneeling on the floor of the common area. His new sword, which is ridiculously fucking enormous, has been carefully taken apart so he can do maintenance on the blade, and he's treating the entire thing very tenderly. Muramasa is still nearby, too, though it's clear that blade isn't his priority! Binch!
In any case, he'll look up and over, and the small frown of concentration that he'd been wearing while he works shifts to a smile.]
[Well, he had just been curious to go check out to see if anyone was there. And peeking in, he instantly sees someone familiar. He pushes open the door, but his excitement is instantly drawn to what's on the floor.]
[WELL. Sakyou's going to find Mandricardo again sooner rather than later so he can apologize properly! And he will do that by starting off with a bow - deep and sincere.]
...I do not know what it said to you, but I'm sorry that you had to speak with it like that. At the very least, it is at its weakest in the daylight hours...
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Though for some reason, it seems like he can only pick up on one side of it. If he pauses to listen, he may catch snippets of what's being said. Things like: -if that's the case, then I'll- or -but you said that it would-.
Whoever the voice belongs to, it seems like they are Very, Very Distressed, likely on the verge of tears. There's also the distinct sound of metal against metal, like a blade being drawn?? Hm. WHAT DOES A FINE LAD DO...]
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[Some people getting upset? Well, this is a stressful place, classes and all aside. Mandricardo steps closer, but then the sound of metal against metal hits his ears, and he stiffens.]
[A...fight?]
[He draws his wooden sword down, adjusting his grip, and slowly steps towards the sounds - Mandricardo, brow furrowed, calls out:]
Hey. What's going on?
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[And now, the fact settles in, like ash on the ground. Someone is dead. Someone from his dorm. Someone he saw alive just last night.]
[Maybe it was accidental, but with the fire alarm, and everything, it seems intentional, in the most insidious way.]
[Mandricardo is found sitting outside his dorm on the steps up to the front door, knees drawn up to himself. What a mess. What a horrific mess...and then, someone walks by, and he blinks, lifting up his head. A familiar face.]
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He seems to be deep in thought as he walks by, but the familiar voice catches his attention and he pauses reflexively, glancing up.
Gloomy lad is looking extra gloomy oh no... Sakyou offers a somewhat tired, worried and very small smile before making his way over.]
...You look like you could use a cup of tea. Will you accompany me?
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[What...was all of that?]
[He spots the form of Sakyou, and raises his head, walking up to his side.]
Hey. How are you feeling?
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Sakyou is just walking somewhat aimlessly, hands folded at his front. He'll stop to incline his head in greeting when Mandricardo approaches, though. It's somewhat difficult to discern through expression alone how he's feeling, but he is definitely not pleased. Who is though, honestly.]
As well as can be expected. And you...?
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[He spots Sakyou, and blinks, walking over after a pause.]
...Ah, Sakyou. Are you here to, uh, find some stuff to read, too?
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Sakyou has quite a few in hand himself, though he keeps his left hand free. Y'know. Just in case DANGER swoops down out of fuckin nowhere and they need to fight very suddenly. ie yeah he sure brought his wholeass sword to the library, thank god campus security is nonexistent.]
Ah! Good day. [A little nod! He'll turn to face Mandricardo, smiling just a little in his understated way.] I wanted to see if I could find a few books about the history of this place, but it seems there isn't much to be found... There are other interesting things, though. Have you found anything good?
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[He's just doing some reading of some Advance Paper Airplane Folding Techniques for now - when he sees Sakyou, he just gives him a wave.]
Hey. Findin' a place to study, too?
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Sakyou, who'd just peered into the classroom in the same way a student might when Lost And Wandering, simply shakes his head.]
No, the library does well enough for that. [Says he, who does not suffer crippling social anxiety. But he'll make his way into the classroom, regardless! And smiles a little in recognition when he sees what Mandricardo's reading.]
Ah - that's one of the better classes this week, isn't it?
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In any case, he feels a little self-conscious because he is Still looking slovenly. His wrinkled uniform and messy braid... And yet he's still the sort of bastard whose Kaguyahime face lets him pull off even a trashbag. God.]
—It's difficult to determine what a "hm" might mean in this situation.
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[Hell yeah, Agility Rank A - he's trying his best to catch up with Sakyou, his voice wavering as he calls out.]
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Normally he's pretty good with agility too, but. Well, he's been running on several fractured bones and swimming with several fractured bones and skydiving and perhaps being possessed and gun and clowns and Much Much More so. Once the immediate threat is gone and the adrenaline begins to wear out...
Yeah, he's just collapsing again. It keeps happening bruh.]
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Sakyou had bounced at some point after the execution to go to Sakyou things, but he'll be coming to go find his Dear Sad Friend soon enough. Wherever Mandricardo is, he'll get a gentle nudge against his back! Sakyou's just vibing there with two cups in hand.]
Would you like to share a drink?
[They all seem like they could use it to varying degrees...]
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[He looks up - and yeah, he's looking pretty rough, what with his eyes being and cheeks reddened from obvious crying. He blinks at the offered drink, before giving a nod.]
Uh. Yeah. Sure. That's...real nice of ya. Thank you.
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On the plus side, he's a very attentive date! Beyond the initial bullying, he's done what he can to make sure Mandricardo seems comfortable and like he's at least interested in the ideas being pitched. Even now, rather than immediately dragging him out onto the ice, he gestures first.]
Do you want to give that a try? Or would you like to do something else?
[On the downside, as soon as he moseys over to stand near sweet Mandricardo while posing his innocuous questions, the cute fluffy winter date vibes are perhaps going to be a bit ruined by this memory that suddenly whops him upside the head.]
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[He's looking at the icing rink, considering, and as he turns to the other to give his answer...it happens. The scent of blood. The fury. The anguish.]
[He staggers, slightly, raising a hand to cover his mouth.]
Oh, that was....that was...........you?
[Sakyou's vengeance...]
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[He just feels....................everything. All at once. And nothing at all.]
[He'll just go to walk besides the other, his face like a mask.]
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...But he'll look up when Mandricardo joins him, and some of that careful blankness fades, shifting instead to concern. He'd actually left pretty swiftly after the results, but he'd probably heard about The Drama at some point. Goddamn yall.
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Quietly, he touches the back of Mandricardo's hand.]
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[But he offers a smile when he approaches, a little less tired than yesterday.]
That was...something, alright. Um. Are you sure you should be out here...?
[Because. You know. Calebosaur.]
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There's a little quirk of a smile back in return, though! Hilariously, Sakyou looks more tired, like he hasn't gotten much sleep. It's fine.]
Ah? --Oh. Caleb-san, you mean? It's fine, I sought him out earlier and he was very sweet.
[WHAT A WAY TO DESCRIBE A DINOSAUR.]
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Which is to say, Sakyou's browsing through the bookstore, a book in hand. The author's name is Hogyoku and the contents seem to be more bad poetry?? Somehow he got in really deep with this poetry class, damn. Anyway, he's frowning at the unnecessarily high pricetag, but whenever Mandricardo moseys in, he'll glance up and offer a bit of a fleeting smile. His vibes are just mild for now, though there's a constant undercurrent of vague melancholy and exhaustion.]
I must say, I enjoy the library much more.
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Anyway, those are two body announcements that make him various degrees of Angery (one more than the other, though), but he knows there are other people with more personal attachments who will definitely be feeling some type of way after that. SO. Those are the people he nyooms for first, starting with Mandricardo.
Where is a lad... Sakyou will honestly probably check the foresty areas first because ye oldes seem to love fleeing to the forest when they're emotional... But regardless of wherever he spots a lad, he'll approach quietly. He's quiet but his vibes are Furious and also Very Fucking Tired.]
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[He's just sitting against the trunk of a tree and his face looks....impressively numb. Like he's just screaming on the inside, but is struggling not to let it show.]
[He looks over at Sakyou. There's a sharp edge to the sorrow that comes through, but its accompanied by a hint of warmth. He's just so upset, though, that it all quickly gets buried.]
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ANYWAY. Maybe they'll cross paths in the forest or maybe Sakyou will open the door to the abandoned classroom Mandricardo's already claimed. Whatever the case, he freezes for a second.]
...Are you staying here?
[He does not wish to Encroach.]
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[His emotions are muted, but still just awful, complicated, rage, grief, and sorrow. His eyes flit to the entrance, hesitance in the way he tenses up...]
[But then relaxes when he seems to register that it's Sakyou.]
Yeah. Probably for the rest of the night, honestly.
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Anyway he's absolutely seeking Mandricardo out at some point after he's presumably gotten some medical treatment, because he's gotta? He's gotta. Even though his vibes are even worse now than they were just a day ago, it's fine! They're all doing fine in this chili's. He's definitely trying to keep a lid on it though, considering he imagines Mandricardo isn't feeling too great, himself. Physically and mentally.
When and wherever he finds this lad though, he's just reaching out immediately to grab one of his hands. Fortunately he does not crush it like he did with poor Nier and Kaine.]
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[He winces slightly with the hand grasp, but he'll squeeze it back - some gratefulness and gratitude flicker over the thrumming undercurrent of pain and grief.]
[He smiles.]
...Hey.
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w5 monday i love our constant pcs love these boys
[Follow the noise, and...here is the music room! And here is Mandricardo. He's sitting in loose clothing, still bandaged, but his hair looks better, trimmed a little. He's just playing a triangle out of what seems to be boredom.]
[It seems he hasn't noticed Sakyou yet.]
ENDLESS STREAM OF PCS
Are you having fun?
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When he spots Mandricardo in the garden, he's tottering his way over, though! Very clearly moving like an intoxicated individual and also still dressed in his wedding garb, but it's fine, at least he doesn't look like he literally just crawled out of a Stephen King film unlike some people.]
Mandricardo—
[Oh boy does he butcher this lad's name. SWEET MANDRICARDO.]
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[He turns at the sight of Sakyou. He's definitely looking better and isn't just seeping blood all over the place, but he hasn't changed or cleaned up, and looks like a nightmare.]
[He offers the other a confused look.]
...Um. You okay?
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w5 post trial
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Anyway it'll be a little bit before he texts back because he's doing Sakyou things, but he will!!]
Another effect of our adventure.
At points it feels as though we're being pursued by debt collectors.
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BUT TRAGICALLY HE WOULD NOT DO THIS he cares about this sword too much... In fact, whenever Mandricardo next takes a field trip over to Spring dorm (because i'm forcing everyone to take advantage of this tunnel dammit and he leaves the door unlocked when he's downstairs), Sakyou's kneeling on the floor of the common area. His new sword, which is ridiculously fucking enormous, has been carefully taken apart so he can do maintenance on the blade, and he's treating the entire thing very tenderly. Muramasa is still nearby, too, though it's clear that blade isn't his priority! Binch!
In any case, he'll look up and over, and the small frown of concentration that he'd been wearing while he works shifts to a smile.]
Ah— welcome back.
let's do tuesday!
A-Ah! You have a new sword-!
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...I do not know what it said to you, but I'm sorry that you had to speak with it like that. At the very least, it is at its weakest in the daylight hours...
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[He's awkward at the bow, raising a hand up as if in apology.]
No problem. I was more than happy to give that sword a taste of it's own medicine.
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w7 post "trial"
[Mandricardo seems content.]
...That was satisfying.
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It was. I suppose some things could have gone better, but...
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