Mei Meiyo
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Mar 15, 2017 11:19:16 GMT 1
![](http://orig07.deviantart.net/20ec/f/2017/065/d/c/18_by_hydranoid09-db1ed47.png) MEI MEIYO -KENJUTSU MASTER- If one were to investigate a lower floor of a factory, what would they find? Mei didn't really know, after all, factories weren't really something she was familiar with. However, if she really dug down and thought about it, a room full of white snow like stuff and lots of food areas were not at the top of her list. The room with things being built, well, that was probably what she thought an entire factory looked like. Not this... this confined, dirty, rusty steel cage. Mei shook her head as she walked down the halls of the factory. She was content this time, at least, knowing that her actions weren't restricted and she slid her wakizashi out of its sheath to look at the white blade.
Having been separated from it before had been painful. Her katana she could do without if absolutely necessary but Takeo... That was something she couldn't let go for too long. As of right now though, she had both blades on her person, as well as the knife from the factory owner and the 5-ball that Yoko had used to represent her. Shirong's sword was currently in her bed, as she didn't have a place to put it yet. That reminded her, she needed to make a sheath for it. Perhaps later, when she got back to the Woman's Quarters.
For now, she was a little hungry and so, she opened the door to one of the new rooms, the snack bar. Well, she thought it was a room, but when she got in, it was more of a closet with a vending machine. Well, this was... pointless. Mei thought to herself. The vending machine didn't contain anything she would dare eat and she was running low on her stock of fish. If she didn't branch out, well, she would starve. But this stuff in the vending machine? She'd rather eat salad from upstairs for the rest of her life. Frustrated, she looked at the vending machine in the tiny room, wondering if she should just turn around now.
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Sybil Conium
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Age: 18
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Post by Sybil Conium on Apr 5, 2017 7:01:38 GMT 1
Sybil Conium
WORDS 292 Hello... It's Me... | It was quite disheartening to 'unlock' a new factory floor. As their numbers dwindled, the space they had to explore only grew larger. They'd gone from a few somewhat crowded rooms to a wide open building where you could go most your day without seeing anyone. How lonely was that? Though the alone time had it's small benefits. Mostly to maintaining her own psyche.
This floor didn't have much of interest though. The Vice-Chief's office reminded her of Ryuu. The pool, while one of the more appealing places in this shithole in theory, drew up thoughts of founding a corpse floating in the water. A premonition that hopefully wouldn't become a reality. Then there was the 'Land of Stuffing.' AKA, a good place for someone to suffocate you to death.
Oh, there was one final room. The snack bar, of course! If it was anything like she'd imagined it, such a room could be a safe haven to sit around a table, munch on some junk food, and relax with friends. If so... She wouldn't be spending much time there. Still, it was worth a peek.
"O-Oh.." As soon as she poked her head into the room, well.. The masked girl would have been disappointed. The snack bar was absolutely pitiful. But instead, she was a bit surprised, and frightened, by the sight of Mei with her sword out. "Sorry.. D-Didn't mean to disturb you, Meiyo."
Sybil acted more like she walked in on Mei in the shower, than just running into her in a random room. Though, this girl had accused her of killing Jun very recently. To be fair, the evidence was kinda against her.
"Have you been, uh.. Taking a look around here too? This floor isn't much, huh?"
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Mei Meiyo
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Apr 5, 2017 8:41:52 GMT 1
![](http://orig07.deviantart.net/20ec/f/2017/065/d/c/18_by_hydranoid09-db1ed47.png) MEI MEIYO -KENJUTSU MASTER- If a swordsman's sword was their tool, something Mei would definitely argue against, what was the fear factor in said swordsman holding a sword? It sounded as normal as an athlete with a ball or a calligrapher with a pen. Speaking of calligraphers... Mei turned as she heard someone approach and then she saw her. Possibly the most interesting looking person in the factory was standing at the doorframe to the small, cramped 'Snack Bar'. Mei still was of firm belief that it was nothing of the sort, although it wasn't like she visited snack bars often, nor could she imagine them holding fish or rice. Maybe small rice balls... Either way, this vending machine was nothing of the sort.
She glanced at the Calligrapher, her hand instinctively tightening on the hilt of her wakizashi as she stared into the mask that let no emotion through. Though, aside from that slight movement, Mei made no hints that she was at all bothered by the sudden appearance of the masked girl. However, faces aren't all there are to emotion, as Mei knew, and she could see in the way Sybil carried herself and in her voice that she was probably more scared of Mei. Thinking back to the last trial, Mei had called out Sybil as Jun's killer and for what she thought was good reason, too. Most of the evidence had pointed to either her or Joo-Eun, but Mei refused to believe that Joo had a hand in it, so naturally her suspicion had fallen on Sybil. The surprise that the Kenjutsu Master felt when it turned out to be Yoko... She should probably apologize to Sybil now, she realized.
"Conium." Mei dipped her head in respect and glancing to the side for a second, she sheathed her wakizashi. It will make me more... approachable, right? She studied the Calligrapher for a second, "Y-You haven't disturbed me in the slightest. All I was doing w-was..." Her now shaky voice dropped as she lost the words that had been forming in her head. Pull it together, Mei! She folded her arms as if she were defending herself from possible attacks and listened to Sybil speak. That nervous, almost unsure voice... It certainly created a dissonance considering the mask, which Mei realized she was very curious about, now. "I was looking around, yes. C-Compared to the other floors, this one is quite barren." Finally, she could bear it no longer, "Conium, what is that thing you wear on your face and what is its purpose?"
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Sybil Conium
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Post by Sybil Conium on Apr 5, 2017 16:11:54 GMT 1
Sybil Conium
WORDS 396 NOTES | Oh.. It was odd to hear a bit of stutter in the kenjutsu master's voice. At least, by the admittedly limited impression that Sybil had gathered over the past few days, she imagined Mei being well spoken and straight faced. The kind of person that never takes off her metaphorical mask, or shows any cracks. Right now, the dark haired girl seemed.. Not startled, right? She was more uncomfortable. Or was she distracted?
Nodding at the other girls answer, Sybil slowly stepped into the probably-stuffy little room, keeping a little distance out of courtesy.
"Yeah, it is. Though being barren is a.. little bit of a blessing in it's own way, right?" Okay, she was an absolute pessimist that could imagine someone being killed in a plushie factory-- Literally. But at least there's nothing as dangerous as the MRC or the nurses office. "If we could trade a little stimulation to avoid more death.. I'll take it. Plus, this motive seems l-less convincing." Unlike poison gas or little death bracelets, this didn't put them in immediate danger.
"Conium, what is that thing you wear on your face and what is its purpose?"
...The room didn't have very goo acoustics. In a movie, such a line would hold weight, and maybe echo a bit. Here though, it was just sorta dropped. A light gasp escaped her. Behind the mask, her eyes widened.
"..W-Why do you ask?" Maybe that was a dumb thing to say, the question was perfectly natural. Wonder no one asked so directly before. "It's.. A mask. That's all. A gas mask, normally used to protect breathing from dangerous chemicals. T-Though the air filter is probably broken.." The girl reached up a gloved hand and touched the hard shield covering her face. It was probably.. really creepy, huh? If she had a choice, it would have been different. At least it wasn't something like a plague doctor mask.
"...I just woke up with it. I k-know that sounds crazy, or suspicious. But I honest to god don't remember having it b-before. I've taken it off while alone, and.." She paused, looking down. She felt.. sick. She didn't want to talk about this, but if it wasn't addressed, things could be bad. Fidgeting with her coat cuffs, she breathed in. "..S-S-Scars."
Even the thought of them.. Made her want to throw up... Like some sick joke...
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Mei Meiyo
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Apr 5, 2017 19:08:26 GMT 1
![](http://orig07.deviantart.net/20ec/f/2017/065/d/c/18_by_hydranoid09-db1ed47.png) MEI MEIYO -KENJUTSU MASTER- First impressions that are formed upon meeting others had proven to Mei, countless times here, to be wrong. Joo's soft hidden side under her manipulative front, Katsu initially appearing to be the most antisocial person ever and, while that was true, his reasons were much different than what Mei had expected. And who could've guessed that Yoko would snap like that? Now, Mei was once again being proven that her initial suspicion of a person was wrong. Was it because she was so unfamiliar with people or were her thoughts justified? Either way, Sybil looked, to be frank, scary. That cold, emotionless mask on her face gave her an air of mysterious coolness or... something like that. As if she didn't care what happened. As if she belonged in this killing game. But even after exchanging a few words, Mei had quickly realized that Sybil Conium was probably... one of the most scared people here. It had been best that Mei put away her sword, even if social interaction wasn't her strong suit and the fact that she had managed to get out words was an achievement on its own.
So, Sybil was hoping that they had seen the end of death? Mei knew, even if she got out of this dreadful factory, that she would see more lives struggling to live as their last breaths escaped them. Such was her job. But... She could agree that here, this unfair game, would be better off unfinished. Perhaps with this new floor being so lackluster and the motive being so, well, patient, killing would be drawn out and eventually forgotten. But then, would that be accepting living in this factory forever? All at once, Mei felt a desire to find actual food that she could eat... Maybe in the freezer. But she was getting distracted from the matter at hand, now. The only true motive here for Mei... That had been those Kill Commands. Seeing Keizou alive had given her hope rather than despair and the gas had turned out to be a bluff. And this motive... Well, everyone she would have liked to bring back... She didn't have a body to return. Her mother and father had been killed in war and she had no idea where they'd ended up and Takeo had been dragged away and probably eaten by that horrible beast. Regardless, Mei didn't feel particularly motivated to kill and she knew, in Sybil's voice, that the Calligrapher felt the same way.
The Kenjutsu Master listened to the girl speak her tale, though she had no idea what an air filter was for. She felt it probably wasn't the best time to ask, though, as Sybil touched the mask as if she wanted it off or something. So why didn't she- Oh. Mei let Sybil finish speaking and then just closed her eyes for a second, taking it all in. From the sound of it, Sybil didn't know why and that was probably scary for her. Or maybe she did know and just didn't want people to catch on. Mei felt more curiosity rise inside of her, but she held off, seeing the discomfort in Sybil's body language. Were they battle scars? Self-inflicted? Were they arranged as if she were struck by a blade or were they more like burns and covered her whole face? Scars were never pretty, though many people used them as a way to indict fear, and Mei even had one of her own, though to her, it was more shameful that the supposed best practictioner of Kenjutsu could be touched like that. The true story was even more shameful, so Mei thought it best that she keep it hidden. After a bit, Mei broke the silence, "S-Scars aren't always pretty... I've seen many of them and they can carry horrible stories... I can understand w-wanting to keep them hidden, but... Do you think you are the one who hid them in the first place?"She hoped her question wasn't too abrasive and almost as soon as she asked, Mei wanted to take it back. But it was too late now.
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Sybil Conium
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Post by Sybil Conium on Apr 8, 2017 9:57:44 GMT 1
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WORDS 503 From Zero to Nine real fast | The way Meiyo stared at her stirred unease in Sybil's stomach. Those crimson eyes expressed curiosity, confusion, and maybe a hint of wariness. Again, the calligrapher was fully aware of the irony involved in hiding ugly scars with an ugly mask. It frustrated her, deep down. Not only having to hide such repulsive, disgusting wounds, but wanting it to keep it away from others, at her own risk.
She didn't want anyone to know. Even if her eyes were exposed, the glass over them was dim enough to hide it this long... Right? Or did no one mention it just to be nice? Standing there, spilling like this.. Maybe Sybil needed it. Hiding things was agony. That was one way to view it.
The other being that she should have gone right back to the previous floors when this one opened up.
Crossing her arms, she looked away, biting her lip. Should she just go? This was probably all a bother to the other girl. The one who was so out of touch with modern society; maybe she saw things like scars as trivial.. No, it was wrong to make assumptions about someone she barely knew. Hell, Mei hadn't left yet either.
Then, the girl popped that question. The masked student couldn't help but tense up a little. "What do you mean? Am I the one that h-hid my face?" Was that what she meant? Such a question.. It was hard to know what to make of it, but she did have an answer... Somewhat. "I-I'm not sure. I don't remember the mask.. or my face being like this. It was.. a shock when I first saw them. I knew something had been wrong, but.."
Damn.. She was saying all this, why not take the fucking thing off? If she were honest with herself, wearing it was just as bad. She wanted desperately to rip it off by now, but could she present such a sight to the others?
"It... may have been from them. The bears. Or someone e-else. The scars or the mask, either or. I haven't taken it off because.. I still don't want you all to see." She walked over to a wall, placing a hand on it while keeping her eyes locked to it. This.. disgusting, vile feeling of self hatred. Even if it was her own face.. she was disgusted to stare into her own eyes. Fear was turning to anger. Her heart was beating faster and faster. Why couldn't she have just kept her mouth shut! Clenching a fist, with the sound of the leather glove creaking, Sybil threw a punch.. To the side of her own head.
...Okay. Calm down. Turning around, she readjusted her heavy hood. "..S-S-Sorry." Her eyes drifted to the floor. She wanted to throw up. It wasn't long before she looked back to Mei.. Though it was hard to look after her little display just now. "Y-You.. can see one of them, right? Over my eye.. I can't hide that one." |
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Mei Meiyo
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Apr 10, 2017 8:39:56 GMT 1
![](http://orig07.deviantart.net/20ec/f/2017/065/d/c/18_by_hydranoid09-db1ed47.png) MEI MEIYO -KENJUTSU MASTER- The Calligrapher.... She was so distraught. Mei could tell, but what could she do. Mei didn't know how to handle people! She could barely handle herself around others. It took all of her willpower to stop her hands from shaking, her teeth from chattering... God... Sybil must think it because of her... Mei wanted to tell Sybil that it was okay, that she wasn't afraid of the mask or the scars, but no words would come out. She shut her eyes for a second, collecting her thoughts. Just how uncomfortable was the other in this situation. Was it best for Mei to just stop talking altogether? She gripped her elbows tightly, as if she were cold or scared, but in actuality, she was trying to keep herself from becoming a nervous wreck.
Sybil didn't remember the scars... But that was... That was unfair. "Scars can define a person. They can give character, tell stories, even be memories. But if you cannot recall where they are from... They mean nothing. They are just a deformation... Surely, Conium, you can remember something if you truly try?" When she needed to speak, Mei noticed, it came easier. Even without sword in hand. The Calligrapher seemed so small now. So weak. Mei almost felt like she needed to protect her. But that wouldn't be right. She was a hitwoman, not a guardian. She was Mei Meiyo, not Shirong Lui.
But now, Sybil looked conflicted. Like she was fighting an inward battle. The bears... Could it have been them? Something told Mei, 'No'. It wasn't the bears. That would be too easy. Then Mei watched as Sybil gave her display, "Sybil Conium... I am not afraid of scars. I have seen many of them. The one over your eye... It is deep, yes, but truly... You should not be afraid of frightening me."
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