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[purposive]

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[ex_adept179]

I don't know if you'd read about the sounds people brought here in June had been hearing. But I think we know the source now.

Be advised, if you see a large dog, do not engage it.

Likewise, I recommend taking care in how public you make your location.

[purposive]

A large dog? Could there be others?

I don't plan on making my location public. Though I do plan on looking for others to share my space.

[ex_adept179]

By appearances a dog. But something about it was...wrong. There might be others but I've seen no signs.

Just stay clear of the Teacher's Office.

There are larger groups in a few areas that include heavy concentrations of non-combatants. I assume you mean to find a different space however.

[purposive]

I assume you have had to move. Hopefully you find a place that can be fortified. I have a couple ideas about where to go, but nothing concrete yet.

Wrong? Can you explain?

action | august 6, evening

[canoodle]

[ she leaves baking club early that evening, hurrying along the halls with a little plate full of fresh cookies. she's got it covered with a small paper towel, but in her haste, she hadn't even stopped to take off her apron, cheek and hands still covered with flour from her work.

she's rushing down the halls, trying to make sense of it in her attempt to get to activity room b. but the halls keep changing on her, and she keeps getting lost. she finally spots a body at the end of the hallway and, frustrated enough as it is, she calls out to them. ]

Hey! Do you know how to get to Activity Room B from here?

[purposive]

[The smell of the cookies hits his nose before he registers Dal Dal at all. He turns to look at her quietly, listening before nodding. Inaho waits for her to catch up, she seems like she is full of energy, and if she was headed to Activity Room B then she probably knew Slaine.]

Yes. I was headed that way.

[canoodle]

[ her feet slow a little, an expression of confusion on her face. ]

Oh? You have business there? What for?

text

[powertotearer]

Sorry to text so suddenly, but I was wondering if you'd be okay with another person staying with us. His name's Takeru, and he's pretty young, probably middle school.

text

[purposive]

That's fine. Is he from the group that just appeared?

Re: text

[powertotearer]

Yes, so I'm a little worried about younger kids taking watch.

[ Text ]

[uttertrash]

[ Of course Kuroo has gone out of his way to chat up the guy since their first meeting, if only to find out a little bit more about him or his weird ideas about traitors in their midst or something. Not that it’s all that far-fetched—stay here long enough and you begin to develop a sense of paranoia of your own. In Kuroo’s case, he’s redirecting most of those fears into everyone around him.

The more unidentifiable students seem to be trickling back into the classrooms and club rooms, but after the ordeal with that dog thing, well… ]

hey kaizuka
haven’t seen you around lately
you ok?

[ Text ]

[purposive]

[The other had become a class constant when he was there. Inaho looks down at his phone and taps at a few keys with his good hand.]

Yeah. I'm okay.

[If the other expected more friendly greetings from Inaho then he had a lot to learn still.]

[uttertrash]

[ That's three more words than he was expecting from the guy, actually. ]

good
you coming out of that rock youre hiding under soon?

text;

[easytoread]

[He hasn't seen him since... that. Naturally, he's been plenty worried, but he's been afraid to reach out as well. There's been a lot going on, and he's been second-guessing everything... Mostly himself. Though he promised he'd work on his old habit of running away, right now that's all he's been reduced to. The longer the distance between their last meeting, the harder it becomes to break that silence. And then there's that fear; did something really awful happen? If so, maybe he doesn't want to know...

But he finally manages the courage, and he quickly types out the message before he changes his mind again.]

It's Ritsu. [Er, the phone probably tells him that anyway, but.] I haven't heard from you at all since then... but I wanted to apologize. I hope that you're all right.

Re: text;

[purposive]

[Inaho hadn't gone back. Didn't trust himself to go back, and he definitely didn't want to think about what he had done too hard. He had been compromised in the worst way possible, and it was hard for him to admit that maybe, just maybe he was hurt in more ways than just the physical. But, he didn't have a right to complain when he had hurt others and in turn had been hurt when they defended themselves.]

I'm fine.

[Of course massive bruising, broken wrist and just a general soreness couldn't compare to the unease at having his mind messed with and how badly that had hurt. The scariest part was in that time everything had seemed so rational.]

Why are you apologizing?

[easytoread]

[He's glad... He's so glad. Just to hear that he's all right; he scolds himself for not contacting him sooner. He could have spared all that anxiety from the unknown... That said, even in text, he still feels the awkwardness of their conversations. He places a hand upon his stomach, feeling it ache more than the usual stress.]

I couldn't do a thing to help you. And... for not contacting you until now.

9/10

[ex_adept179]

What's your locker number?

I'd rather not carry this thing around indefinitely.

[purposive]

I'm surprised you have it.

[ex_adept179]

[It's not like he was being considerate or anything, baka]

That doesn't answer my question.

Do you want it back or not?

9/14 | call

[acequeen]

Inaho? It's me, Kallen.

Did you hear that there's a Cooking Club?

[purposive]

Oh? I did not know. Are you going to be joining?

[acequeen]

Nah, not when it runs around the same time as the Survivalist Club.

[A beat.]

I'll show up at the last hour, though.

text; backdated because I'm the worst (~9/21ish)

[easytoread]

[It's been... a week, he thinks. The disappearance was noticeable right away, at least for Ritsu, but he figured there were any number of reasons for Saga to distance himself, so he tried not to worry. Honestly, the space was easier on him, too, so maybe he tried to convince himself against his better judgment. But finally, he decided that he should check in, and so he tried to call him, but—

How could he describe it? It was like the phone malfunctioned. At any rate, it's probably unrelated, but his concern is starting to grow, and he finally sends a text Inaho's way, too, in case he's heard something. He could ask him personally, in all honesty, but... he'd rather not.]

Hello, it's Ritsu. I haven't seen Saga recently, so I was wondering if you might have heard anything from him. If not, that's fine.

Text

[purposive]

I haven't. Though I did notice that he wasn't in the room.

[easytoread]

I see. Thanks for answering. I'll ask around some more.