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Jean Rousseau

Sometimes I feel like I'm not listening, but ehhh.

1.4142135623731 · 443 views · located in Kairos

a character in “mbuki-mvuki”, originally authored by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ, as played by RolePlayGateway

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« yes, no, maybe someday. have you considered asking a professional? »


ImageImage F I R S T .. I M P R E S S I O N
If his wiry frame and total lack of life in his eyes isn't enough to tell you he's in another world then one ought to ask him. Far off stares and non-answers give the hint that Jean isn't paying attention to anything a person is saying or if he is, that he receives some sick enjoyment from annoying strangers.

. . . .. .Image 〉〉 S E V E N T E E N. . . . . . 〉〉 B I C U R I O U S. . . . . . 〉〉 M A L E.

〉〉 S I X - O N E . . . . . 〉〉 I M P I S H. . . . . . 〉〉 "D I S C O M B O B U L A T E."

S E C O N D .. I M P R E S S I O N
A deeper conversation would serve to highlight his mentally flighty tendencies, but also genuine enjoyment of various subjects if given the chance to speak about them. Whether it's debating the latest television show or chaining parody lyrics to a song based on a current event he lights up whenever he surrounds himself with peers. They needn't be ones he's known for years as he quickly warms up to anyone willing to give him the time of day and rarely forgets them (even if they do the same).

He slips seamlessly between social circles, using a mixture of earnest and self-depreciation to prevent himself from coming off too harsh when his jokes accidentally turn into insults.

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A C A D E M I C . H I S T O R Y

Maintained exactly 3.0 GPA throughout high school
Third place in the Regional Wushu Competition,
Category: 42-form Tai Chi Chuan
Favorite subjects: Creative Writing and Painting
His physical attendance is perfect...
...but participation is minimal
His phone exists to keep him awake during class
Leeches off of high rankers Nori for academic help


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C R E D I T S
artist | Shigenori Soejima, Masayoshi Suto
faceclaim | Ryuuji Sakamoto

user | ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
hex | #E14C97
designer | angelwolf123

So begins...

Jean Rousseau's Story

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Character Portrait: Nori Wright Character Portrait: Jean Rousseau
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NORI WRIGHT & JEAN ROUSSEAU
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Any initial shock in taking in mutilated corpses had worn off minutes ago, through a combination of adrenaline and an early introduction to M-Rated games.

“Nori why is this school like this?” Jean half-asked and half-yelled as he sprinted after the extremely athletic mentor.

Speeding a significant number of feet in front of him, Nori Wright grimaced as she raced through the hallway, leaving doors, bulletin boards, and dead bodies speeding behind her. Her feet hit the ground with the brutality of a runaway horse, and Jean’s whines only encouraged her to run faster. Fortunately, years of swimming had built up her stamina, though she couldn’t say the same for Jean. The noises he was making were absolutely pathetic and part of her wondered if they would travel faster if she just turned around and carried him. Whether they were working on calculus or escaping a horde of monsters--Jean Rousseau could not stop being Jean Rousseau.

“Why. Can’t. We. Just. Hide!” he panted as he struggled to keep up with the samurai-esque swimmer, “in a closet! In a desk! In an airplane! Maybe that stupid island thing!”

“Jean, you moron! Don’t you remember the intruder safety drill?” Nori snapped, pausing in mid-run to jostle her kendo equipment further up her shoulder. “Hide, run, or fight! And knowing you, we’d die if you tried ‘hide’ or ‘fight’. So obviously, the only option is ‘run.’”

“Okay they did not cover random, gross monsters! They covered fires, creeps with guns, and--and--hey! You’re going too fast!” he stopped speaking as he slowed down, though doing so only made Nori run faster.

He quickly realized that unlike the half-Japanese woman, he couldn’t afford to speak snappy dialogue if he wanted to get away.

“Wait,” he paused, resting his palms on his knees, “where...is...everyone?”

His voice echoed through the halls, though his newfound realization didn’t seem to affect Nori yet. As far as he was concerned, she was the schoolyard Usain Bolt.

The blond looked around for people he tolerated, but most of them were dead.

Nori eventually caught on that her disciple was too far behind, for there was an impressionable decrease in exaggerated whimpers. She rolled her eyes, stopped, and whipped around to glare at him with the ferocity of Oda Nobunaga.

“I’m--” he huffed as he beelined toward her, “sorry master.”

(He once tested the waters using “senpai” and “sensei”, but received a lecture on his awful accent instead.)

His pleading look and red cheeks begged for a break, but a sudden crash gave him a kick in the pants.

The monster emerged from the bathroom, one arm drenched in blood and the other carrying a needle. Its eyes flickered red and hungry as it skittered toward the duo.

A normal person’s reaction to such an abomination would likely be along the flight spectrum of the fight or flight scale--but Nori wasn’t a normal person. At least, she never thought herself as one, anyway.

Wordlessly, she motioned for Jean to get behind her, and deftly began preparations. Lowering her equipment from her back, she unzipped her bag to produce her bokken. It was lacquered in black walnut finish, a gift from her stoic uncle who only believed in the best for her.

By contrast, Jean had a pen. He had a pen to offer the fight so it didn’t take much for him to slip behind her.

“Fucking what are you? Hand-Spider? Spider-Hand?”

“Decide on a fucking name!” Nori snarled, teeth bared.

“Okay well name or not I don’t think we can fight Spider-Hand!” he snapped back, gesturing toward the monster who idly stitched a passing student’s eyes together.

It wasn’t as if Nori didn’t notice this. Her thought process was completely different from Jean or from the rest of her brainless competition--most of which were dead by now (she hoped). Truly, this Blight was an academic blessing. It meant that Nori had less work to do when it came to eradicating her foes. Right now, her mind was focused on the monster’s actions entirely. Every pause it took between motions, she took note of. How it was taking in information from its environment, she intently studied. Every creature on Earth had behavioral patterns--and Spider-Hand was not an exemption. Most of its victims were too stupid to notice, but Nori was not like most.

The hairs on the word “Martyr” tickled against Nori’s collarbone.

“Martyr? Are you sure? You know what that means!” Jean exclaimed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She wasn’t preparing to die was she? He balled his hands into fists and stared her down as she prepared her next move. He’d only known Nori for a week, but he knew how goddamn fatalistic she could be.

“It means I get to kick ass so long as I’m protecting you,” Nori said matter-of-factly, only half-aware of the implications behind her wording choice. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, though she didn’t realize then that she was excited, possibly even a little frightened of her own bravado.

“You cannot do this,” he said, surprised at his own sudden assertiveness, “you’re going to d-i-e. Die!”

The monster, dropping its dead victim from its many hands, finally turned its attention towards its potential new meal. The corpse dropped to the floor like a rag doll with an unceremonious thud. The spider-monster hissed, the sound creating vibrations tunneling through the halls. The muscles constrained within its fleshy skin flexed, and Nori, without skipping a beat, found her opening.

“Martyr.” she said, bokken relinquished from ready position.

“WHY WOULD IT WORK IF YOU AREN’T DOING IT FOR ME YOU SUICIDAL EGOIST PRICK.” Jean screamed.

But oh, she was.

She did many things for Jean that she wouldn’t do for most people, though it wasn’t until much later that she would be able to identify this feeling as a “crush.” Among other things, she was testing out the reach of her new power.

Spider-Hand slammed Nori down and grabbed one of her legs.

She frowned at the unwelcome touch, her body unflinching.

Athletic and ever-flexible, Nori recounted her center of balance by sliding her free foot a few inches behind her.

With a cocky spark in her eye, she raised the bokken and pierced its side, enough to create more distance between the monster and the duo.

Skidding across the linoleum floor, the monster howled, clutching its blossoming bruise. Nori marveled at the bursting blood vessels beneath its skin, and began forming connections between what she had done and what else she could do.

Sweat pooled at the monster’s brow, and this made her realize that it was not entirely infallible. In fact, despite having downed many students, its stamina was considerably worse than several of her kendo opponents.

Jean, inversely, was at a loss for himself.

“Discombobulate, discombobulate, how am I supposed to activate you?” he asked as his eyes darted around looking for something to contribute to the fight.

Despite all of his cowardice his body refused him the luxury of flight so instead he grabbed one of Nori’s textbooks and threw it with the force of a sedentary video gamer. (“JEAN ROUSSEAU WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” was her response to this--though she realized, with the futility of the French crown during the Revolution, that she was to be ignored.)

“Take that!” he roared, grabbing more of her precious, expensive learning materials. Though he knew he would be punished for this much later, he was too beside himself to care.

As if something triggered inside the beast, its grip loosened and Spider-Hand thrashed its head, pained by the sudden noise.

“And another one. Hah!” he screamed.

WIth each cry of fury, the monster jerked its head, eyes going cross from dizziness. It drew two arms up to its ears, but released as soon as the feeling disappeared. Unfortunately, he’d run out of ammo, and was now relying on Nori to manufacture distance between their opponent and themselves.

“Get away from her NOW!”

“It’s fine Jean! I understand your power a bit better now!” Nori cried as she continued to slam her weapon against the monstrosity. She had begun comprehending “Martyr”’s abilities as well. Unlike the monster, no perspiration formed at her pores, and she was barely feeling tired despite the passage of time. The usual strain in her triceps that came with her bokken-strikes was virtually non-existent, and the source of her power was in many ways Jean Rousseau.

She was fighting for him, and only in doing so, was her word effective.

“We can exhaust it if we work together!” she shouted with her usual confidence.

Jean nodded, quickly connecting the dots as the monster recovered from its latest bout of unsteadiness. It hissed loudly, as it rose onto its back four limbs. Spider-Hand would not be so easily taken.

“Cover your ears,” he announced before letting out a scream that reverberated through the halls.

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Character Portrait: Aaron Pierce Character Portrait: Christopher Robinson Character Portrait: Nori Wright Character Portrait: Jean Rousseau
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AARON PIERCE & CHRISTOPHER ROBINSON

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        The sudden change in character in his roommate made Aaron realize two things. One he had no idea his roommate could be so violent, or strong for that matter.

        Two, as much as he thought he recognized the situation he was in, the truth of the matter was he had no fucking idea what the hell was going on.

        “TO YOUR LEFT,” he yelled, unsure if his yelling would be heard to the man possessed.

        Christopher could barely think of anything other than the Monster his was fighting, attention zeroed in on every detail. It's next step, how he could avoid that. His arm was grabbed by one of the monster’s limbs while he was thinking, causing the boy to let out a snarl.

        He twisted himself out of the tight grip, dislocating his arm in the process. It dangled by his side, useless as Christopher fell back to think of the next step, body still tensed for a fight. He grabbed his useless arm and pushed, moving it back into his arm socket with a sickening pop. If he was any more conscious of his situation, he would've passed out from the pain.

        Instead, Christopher let out a Low growl and launched himself into the fight again, zig zagging out of the arms' reach, biting whenever he could with a fierce vengeance. Booms echoed throughout the school, summoning the Monster's attention for a brief second, but it was enough.

        Christopher gripped the closest arm he could find tightly, feeling himself being flung up as the Monster tried to get rid of his grasp. Using the force, Christopher landed himself right on the neck of the creature, barely noticing the silver scissors that grazed his head, enough to leave a gaping wound oozing blood. His eyes were zeroed in keenly on the beast, arms wrapped around its neck. Nothing else mattered but to kill, hurt, injure, relish the feeling of taking life away like a long, cool drink.

        Aaron watched in morbid fascination. The level of respect he had for his companion growing with every creature he killed.

        However, with each spider Christopher slaughtered another one appeared in its place. Never stopping, never slowing.

        By Aaron’s calculations it would only be a matter of minutes before his roommate would be too overwhelmed with enemies to keep them both safe. With no option other than to fight — or flee without his partner, but that was hardly a choice when Aaron could save the both of them — he called upon his own word.

        “Impenitent,” the word rang soft and clear, the underlying intention behind it adding to its strength.

        He would not die like so many others had. Not there, not anywhere.

        Aaron felt his body loose tension. His jaw unclenched, his hands steadied, and his vision cleared. It was as though the fear that kept him from moving had simply ceased to exist.

        Wasting no time Aaron jumped into the fray, picking up one of the spiders many missing legs and began to wield it like the sabre he’d grown to love. He then began to attack.

        He positioned his body sideways and lunged at the spider's stomach, his action not as quick as he would have expected but far surpassing what was needed. The creature gave an inhuman screech, and before it died Aaron withdrew the leg (an acting sabre) from its abdomen and began to fight the next oncoming creature.

        He kept fighting like that for a dozen more spiders before finally only two remained. Aaron took the one on the right and left the other Christopher to take care of.

        Never before had Aaron felt so in his element.

        Getting into his power was easy. Getting out was the most hellish thing Christopher had ever come across. As the last monster was being killed, something seemed to evaporate from his body. And oh god, when it left it hurt.

        The whole world came into focus as though he had been living in a pleasant fantasy the whole time. There were cuts all over his arms and a particularly deep one at his abdomen, his arms have been dislocated and reattached at least twice and Christopher could swear his guts were going to spill out. The blood flowing from his head didn't do anything to help his headache. All around him were carcasses of various monsters, but if there was anything he wanted more than ever to do now was to curl up and cry. Without the strength filling his body, Christopher felt suddenly small and helpless. It wasn't often that he was given so much only to have it stripped away, and the pain that was withheld before was coming back like an opened dam.

        Falling back onto the ground, Christopher curled around his wound and groaned. “I feel as though I'm having a hangover but so much worse. What the heck did I do?”

        As the last spider crumpled to the ground, all eight of it’s legs severed, Aaron raised his weapon above it’s head and let it come down with a sickening crunch. A satisfied smile rested on his lips.

        Aaron then discarded the leg into a pile of bodies and quickly ran over to where his roommate was withering in pain, loudly complaining about how much he was hurting.

        “Are you telling me you have no idea what you just did?”

        “Well, no! Whatever I just did, it hurts now.” Despite being heavily injured, Christopher was somewhat able to feel a hint of annoyance. “What now? I can't move. I'm not going to.”

        Aaron looked at him with a deadpan face, “Would you like me to carry you?”

        Christopher spared a glance at him, trying to phantom if he was joking or not. He couldn't tell, at all. Just his luck, he had a roommate with an unemotional face. “I don't know, do you want to?”

        Without saying another word Aaron gracefully picked his roommate off the ground, not caring that it was another person's blood soaking his shirt. He could always buy another one.

        Christopher shut his eyes and tried his best to relax in the arms of a complete stranger. Not quite stranger, because he knew his roommate at least. But he doesn't know what Aaron was going to do with him. Heck, he could be used as bait for all he knows. Still, he was grateful that his roommate had the decency not to leave him for dead. “Thanks.” He muttered under his breath, mildly embarrassed that he had to say it.

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        For what seemed like an eternity Aaron kept walking down the bloodied hallways, keeping his footwork light and quiet. The destination he had in mind was their shared room, but the hallways began to blur together and soon he could not decipher where he had been and where he should go.

        He tightened his grip on Christopher, “I really wish you were a map.” Sighing he then continued walking.

        His roommate was relatively light, but still a burden and as time wore on he felt the strain of the weight on his arms. As he was about to set him down for a break however an ear shattering scream caught his attention.

        Aaron looked down at the body before him, and almost instinctively he began running toward the source of the noise.

        Noise meant life, and life meant the possibility of finding someone who could help Aaron and Christopher out of their predicament. It was arrogant of him to think anyone would want to help him, but at the pace they were going they’d be dead before reaching their room.

        Although, if worst came to worst leaving Christopher was still a viable option . . . but for as long as he could Aaron would try his best to help him.

        As he rounded a corner however he was met with the sight of two students still fighting against a spider. He waited, not quite wanting to fight it himself when they seemed perfectly capable of doing so.

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Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Elle Halliday Character Portrait: Daisy Defoe Character Portrait: Jean Rousseau
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Fwap. Frap. The steady, rhythmic beat of the paper bag inflating and deflating was mildly comforting, but also terrifying as it filtered throughout the cafeteria. Long ago had the screams and sounds of panic died down, limited now to the controlled noises of combat, pain, and occasionally, collateral damage. The scores of students had been considerably thinned by now, leaving the halls filled with nothing but eerie silence, and the stench of death. It was in this desolation wasteland, that Elle found herself venturing into once more.

Fwap. Frap. By now, she’d gotten most all her composure back, her breathing returned to normal. Still, she was holding onto the bag for comfort, as it seemed to be the only friend she had in these lonely hallways. At least inside the smell wasn’t so bad. Slowly, cautiously, Elle worked her way around the pools of blood and other organs, doing her best not to step in anything untoward. Tentatively, she’d poke her head around corners, scouting for danger, and yet, each time there was nothing. Slowly but steadily, she was making her way higher and closer to the school library, noting any loud sources of noise that she heard and making the distinct choice not to head towards them. From what she could briefly gather, the creatures didn’t seem too fond of sound.

One of the loud noises that she heard was something she wasn’t quite familiar with. It rattled her brain a little, kind of like a shriek. It was certainly caused a little ringing, but thankfully, it was in the opposite direction of where she was heading. No doubt where most of the creatures would be going too. Cautiously advancing, she realised her safest bet would be to head up a floor to avoid any of the monsters heading to the scream from the floor they were on, then get near the staircase over the library side of the school. At least that was she’d be able to pass by the roof as well, and see if there was anyone else there.

As Elle made her way up the stairs, she immediately came to notice a precarious predicament. Three of the things were slowly creeping down the hall, getting closer and closer to the nook that she’d caught sight of Lily and Kirby ducking into. Lily seemed to be injured, and at this rate, the two would be discovered once those things got close enough. Grimacing, Elle continued to watch silently, too scared and too cowardly to do anything to help the duo. Slowly but surely, she managed to get her feet to work, and the girl inched her way to the next corridor, remaining out of the creatures sight. All the while, guilt wracked every fibre of her being as she did nothing to help two of the only people that had been nice to her. The voice in her head laughed at her, scoffed at her craven nature. She was worthless. So worthless in fact, that she couldn’t sacrifice her useless hide to save those who actually mattered. Pathetic.

Mad at herself, Elle clenched her fists tightly. Crackle. Instantly, the three turned to look at the source of noise slipping down the corridor, Elle having crumpled the paper bag she’d been absentmindedly holding on to. Turning white with fear as the creatures rapidly began closing in on her, she turned and fled, sprinting as hard as she could, unintentionally luring them away from Kirby and Lily. The sound of her feet beating hard and fast on the ground flooded her ears, along with the rapid pounding of her heart. Only this time, she wasn’t getting away. In fact, the creatures were rapidly gaining on her. “No, stay away!” Elle squealed out in fear, which did nothing to help the situation. In fact, it only seemed to spur them on faster. Come on, think you idiot! Why was that other one so easy to run away from? Was it adrenaline that made your legs move so fast? In her panicked and terrified state, it was safe to say that Elle wasn’t thinking rationally. Finally however, she managed to briefly pass her mind over that one thought that could save her. Just how was it that she seemed to almost take flight?

Just as one of the creatures snatched at her leg, she was off. A blur of speed, Elle’s feet barely touched the ground as she ran, streaking down through the halls in a seamless glide. In no time at all, she found herself rapidly approaching the library. Way too fast! She’d been so focused on running away; she had no idea how to stop! Placing her legs out in front of her, it did little to stop the massive skid she made across the tiles, yelping out as she fell forward. Poor little Daisy didn’t stand a chance of avoiding the bowling ball that was Elle, and any hesitation she had opening up the library would be ruined as she tackled the two of them straight through the door and sprawling hard onto the ground.

Groaning, Elle weakly tried to push herself to stand up, inadvertently shoving Daisy’s face to the floorboards. “S-sorry… I didn’t…-” Another girly shriek as she realised that she was sitting on top of Daisy. With a near instant jump, she climbed to her feet, backing up and, after a quick glance down the corridor for anyone or anything else, shut the door behind her. “Daisy!” she exclaimed in a hushed whisper, but with quite the urgency. “Are you alright?” At that point, Elle noticed that her breathing was getting out of control again as her anxiety skyrocketed. Embarrassing as it was, she shoved her face into the paper bag. Fwapfrapfwapfrap-fwap-frap fwap frap. Fwap. Frap.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Martin Stiles Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Xinyi Xú Character Portrait: Annabelle Laurence Character Portrait: Aaron Pierce Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Natasha Hansen Character Portrait: Drake Evans Character Portrait: Lenox Kuear Character Portrait: Christopher Robinson Character Portrait: Elle Halliday Character Portrait: Zed Richter Character Portrait: Daisy Defoe Character Portrait: Hyeon-Ju Park Character Portrait: Blaise Smith Character Portrait: Nori Wright Character Portrait: Jean Rousseau
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They all knew it was going to happen.

Some sat ramrod straight at their desks, others pressed their faces into the windows in anticipation. The teacher of class 2A, of course, supervised the students with a face of stone. Everyone watched on as the floating island ate up the sun, plunging the cursed grounds into darkness.

Pitch black darkness, actually.

Threads of reality bent and snapped around the word-bearing individuals. The floor dropped out from under their feet, all sound and sensation stripped from the students' eyes and skin. That gut-twisting sickness returned. Martin hadn't felt that deep sense of wrongness since the first Blight.

When his sight returned, the blond found himself in an... arena? It was small, about the size of a room. Stone piled around outside of the clearing, higher than he could see. It was he was in the bottom of some deep feeding pit. But, if this was a feeding pit... then what was being fed?

Martin's head ached and throbbed, his arms and shoulders itching and burning. Damnit. He looked up, finally noticing that he was not, in fact, alone. Two other students from his class stood with him in the stone clearing.



T H E.. S C E N E

There is an unreadable symbol on the floor of the stone clearing.

Three circular stone platforms, a decent distance from one another, all have symbols written on them as well. These symbols are readable. Two of the platforms read 'WITNESS', and the last reads 'MURDERER'. These stones are weighted. If someone stands on one, it will sink to the floor level.

An abstract tattoo can be found across the arms and shoulders of each student. If all three students in a group were to hold hands, the tattoo would form a complete centipede. As time passes, segments of the centipede tattoo will disappear from their skin. Blown up, enlarged versions of the vanished centipede segments will appear carved in the stone around them.

For the purposes of the Blight, the pit-like clearing is inescapable.

If you don't recognize the name of a character in your group, then they are a student from another classroom. Their character sheets are pending and I will be accepting them shortly.

Since this is a team based Blight, it will be easier to write replies if you collab with the RPers you got paired up with. This is also a puzzle oriented Blight. Even if the solution is obvious to you OOC, the characters still must work together to come to an answer on their own.


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In preparation for the next Blight, Lily took off her hoodie and wrapped it around her waist like a belt. This way, her muscular arms were unimpeded for whatever this strange school would throw at her. Her speed- which was trained during off-hours- was practiced well enough that she could safely control a minuscule increase in speed.

Once more, the feeling of reality burning through a rippling change coursed through Lily’s body. She imagined most everyone else was thrust into pitch dark and a sudden weightless descent. Her stomach held strong, however, and she found herself around the edge of an arena.

“Witness…” She muttered as she stepped closer to one of the circular platforms she had apparently arrived next to. “I imagine… we gotta watch for something…” she glanced at the other two platforms. The second platform was identical, but the last platform held a new word, “Murderer…?” She scratched her head. She couldn’t make any sense of it so far.

She then noticed that there were two boys with her. She recognized both of them as ones from her class, but she never exactly got a chance to properly introduce herself. “Hey,” she greeted with a wave. When her right arm entered her vision, she flinched when she saw an unusual tattoo scrawled from her hand all the way up her arm. She checked her left, and sure enough the tattoo crossed that arm as well. “You guys got this as well? It’s not exactly fashionable,” she quipped.

KIRBY

“I don’t think I’ll get used to that,” Kirby put a hand to his mouth as he belched. He managed to avoid straight vomiting, however, and stood back up from his hands and knees.

There were three words on the three platforms; Kirby immediately identified those. However, there was one symbol that lay in the middle of the floor. The symbol was not familiar to him, but after calling the word "Knowledge", after four seconds, the same golden letters materialized over top, like some form of translation. “Accomplice,” Kirby caught sight of the strange tattoo that had crawled across his hand, and began to slowly vanish once more. Kirby rolled back his sleeve and examined the tattoo.

“Oh shit,” he said aloud after a thorough examination, “The tattoo is a timer. We gotta do something… before the timer runs out…” He needed more intel. Something… something that had to do with these three platforms…

Something that involves the three of them…

“Guess it’s obvious… we gotta stand on those…” he muttered as he pointed at the three platforms “there’s a catch, though, I just know it…”

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JEAN ROUSSEAU
━━Separation Anxiety━━


When the Blight swept the classroom Jean felt his stomach flop and his brain scramble. It was only the second Blight, but he already tired of the vertigo that always ensued. Unlike last time he had no ridiculous monster or (figuratively) murderous tutor to motivate him back in line so he sat with his back against the wall. The scene before him puzzled him to no end and though Nori had taught him many things in the way of critical thinking, he had a hard time relating the witness-murder-witness idea and the fact that they had these odd, dissolving tattoos on their body didn't help matters.

He could surmise that the tattoos were a timer--the male who spoke first--made that much clear.

"What if it's a trap?" Jean asked, standing up, "they wouldn't randomly stamp a centipede on us for no reason. And the fact that they have two different labels..."

He didn't like the idea of diving into the first, obvious choice without thinking of anything and not having the person he considered the smartest only heightened his fear. The back of his brain kept circling back to her words, the constant "JEAN ROUSSEAU WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" that would precede a jerk to his ear or something similar. He knew however, that she would not sit and wait for something to happen. She had too much pride for that.

"What say you uhhh...girl?" he shrugged, gesturing toward the other person in the pit.

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The only emotion Hyeon-Ju felt was annoyance whenever darkness blanketed the classroom and the ground was pulled out from under her feet. If this Blight played out similar to the last one, she was gonna get tired of the whole situation real quick.

What was once the classroom was replaced with a stone pit that very vaguely reminded Hyeon-Ju of a gladiator colosseum, the three pillars that stood standing were the only objects that were in the room. Well, that and besides the two other people she was stuck in the pit with, people who were most likely from another classroom.

Ignoring them for the time being, she began to observe the rest of the room in hopes that there was a way to escape it or at least something to help them out of this predicament that they've found themselves in. She had then overheard one of them exclaim that the tattoos on their bodies were a timer. 'Oh, so if we don't solve this convoluted-as-fuck puzzle there's a good chance something even more undesirable is gonna happen...sounds about right.'

The only problem was that this puzzle truly was convoluted, not to mention abstract. The fact that they were supposed to stand on the pedestals was obvious enough, but there was also the problem of whether there was a certain order they had to stand on them and what exactly was the connection between murderer and witness.

Hyeon-Ju glanced at the blondie whenever he referred to her. "Well I can say with certainty that the catch if we get it wrong is most likely death, so how about we settle on a somewhat reasonable idea before attempting to stand on those things?" Pausing, she continued to search around the room, this time looking for clues since she hadn't found a way to escape during her last search.

In some way, the words on the pillars were connected to each other, they just had to figure out before the "timer" ran out. She ran a hair through her hair in frustration. These Blights were starting to piss her off, and having to deal with this twice a week was going to be absolute Hell.

"Ok, so I'm just gonna throw this out there and you guys can ignore me if I seem completely insane. Maybe we have to think of this like a trial? Like, deciding who is more guilty of the theoretical murder and then standing on the corresponding pillars in order." She hesitated for a moment. "The only problem with that is why would there be two witnesses if one of them didn't represent a different role...there's something else that we're missing here..."

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Was he over-thinking it or under-thinking it? So many lines of code, he may have missed something. Judging by the rate the tattoos were vanishing, he didn’t have enough time to thoroughly sift through the knowledge with a fine-tooth comb, especially with that four second-timer he was forced to go through every time he summoned the scanning power.

The first other thing he scanned was the Centipede statue up above them. It appeared to be incomplete, but materializing at the same rate as their vanishing tattoos. Four seconds later, he got walls upon walls of code. The only time he had seen code this enormous and complex was…

“Oh my god, that thing’s alive,” Kirby pointed at the slowly constructing centipede, “Correction: It will come to…”

He stopped himself as he felt his brain heating up Fear-mongering the aspects of failure did nothing to help in figuring out the solution. All he got so far was “Accomplice” in the middle, and “Witness-Witness-Murderer” Was one of them a murderer? What high school student has ever killed before? Kirby imagined Lily might be a “murderer”, since she had killed one of those creatures with a single punch. But she isn’t here right now. Instead this stranger was here.

Even so, that’s making a huge assumption that the variables of this blight are determined by the last blight, when there was no evidence to work on that would lead to such a conclusion.

“Ugh…” His brain's temperature had risen to uncomfortable levels. He fumbled with his hands to try to find the water bottle he made an effort to clip to his school uniform belt… but it wasn’t there. “Water,” he mumbled as he searched around his immediate surroundings, “Where’s my water…” He had scanned too many things within a short amount of time, like a CPU running so many processes at the same time, and his brain began to overheat as a result. He had discovered during off-time that drinking liquids helped cool it down.

His train of thought had stopped entirely in light of the hot pain within his skull.

“Son of a bitch, I need… my head… cooled…”

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━━Serial Witness━━


"I mean do any of us look like murderers or enablers?" Jean asked, turning first to the Korean girl, "he seems kind of like he'd overheat too easily."

Since the boy with the glasses was still making observations, Jean felt compelled to add his own observations, little as they were. Nori had always been better at these deductive puzzles whereas he operated primarily on hiding until he could jump on somebody else's idea. The other male was doing a pretty good job of figuring out the periphery aspects of the trial, but the periphery would not mean much if they couldn't get to the meat of the problem.

"I'm just throwing this out there too: Is it possible that the centipede is related? Like not as a consequence if we don't finish, but maybe something that needs to happen in order for us to pass?" he suggested, "maybe one of us needs to kill the centipede while the other two stand watch?"

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Hyeon-Ju only shrugged when she was questioned. Other than what she had just proposed, solutions to this puzzle were not presenting themselves to her. And the other guy was essentially useless since he had a "meltdown" and the group couldn't use his...whatever that had allowed him to figure out so many elements of the puzzle.

They were helpless, left to the mercy of the blight.

Hyeon-Ju let out a heavy sigh.

Her ears perked up and she glanced over when another suggestion was brought up. "That would be a probable answer to the puzzle if we had something to kill the centipede with. Currently, the centipede would most likely kill all three of us." Hyeon-Ju looked over to the boy with the darker hair. "Did you solve your little problem yet or are blondie and I going to have to solve this puzzle ourselves?"