[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...]
[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.]
[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.]
[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...]
[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.]
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...]
[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.]
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. 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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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. 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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are you free? i have a question for you
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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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[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.]
...Sakyou.
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w0 post trial
[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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w1 monday
[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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[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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[Hell yeah, Agility Rank A - he's trying his best to catch up with Sakyou, his voice wavering as he calls out.]
P-Please, let me look at your wounds!
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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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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 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 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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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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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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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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[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
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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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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!
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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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[Mandricardo seems content.]
...That was satisfying.
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