Katsu Kuno
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Post by Katsu Kuno on Dec 4, 2016 7:31:26 GMT 1
[googlefont="VT323"] ![](http://i.imgur.com/aUDX3JP.png) Computers are magnificent tools for the realization of our dreams, but no machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding. When Katsu saw Tomoe approach, he didn't know what to expect. He knew she would be affected and very, very upset. He stared as she walked in, and tried to get a good look and then her eyes fell on Shirong. And then Ishihareu fell to the ground. Everyone was so disorganized and all over the place. No one was willing to take charge. Ryuu looked like he was going to, but then he walked off to investigate. Katsu understand too. But this just meant… Katsu had to do something he hated doing. Clenching his fist in frustration and anger, Katsu walked up to Ishihareu and picked him up, before handing the bunny to Sybil, if she didn't willing take it he would just hold it in his hand while he did the rest of what he apparently had to do. Katsu walked up and stood slightly to the side of Mei's sword so he could look Abraham in the eyes.
"I understand whatever you want to do is to honor him and his body. But right now? You need to snap into the reality of our situation. Get a grip. Don't you realize… what has happened? It is a _terrible_ dishonor to Shirong and everyone else here if we don’t find out who killed him. It is worse than anything you could ever do. So forgive me when I say this," Katsu pointed behind him to Mei, "If there is any evidence that this body is touched from this point forward, by anyone, until I say it is alright, I want you to kill Abraham Oppenheimer. Before the trial, check this body, and if its tampered with, or changed in anyway, kill Abraham. Ken." Katsu turned towards the door where the Tutor had just shown up. "Stay with the bodies. Don't let Abraham, or anyone, do anything to them." Katsu then pointed at Sybil. "You're going to be with me and Tomoe. Get ready." Katsu took in a deep breath and sighed. "We have to find the killer. We have to bring justice to Shirong. I expect everyone to help out." Katsu eyed Izuku. "Now chop chop! Get to investigating, now!"
Katsu closed his eyes for a moment and opened them. He walked up to Sybil (if she took Ishihareu) and retrieved the bunny before walking up to Tomoe and kneeling so he was looking up at her. He raised the stuffed toy and booped her on the nose. "Hey Tomoe. Ishihareu wants a hug, but first…" Katsu stood up again and wrapped his arms around Tomoe, tightly squeezing her into a hug with Ishihareu around her back. "We'll figure this out, alright? I promise we will." He stayed in the hug for a moment before he released her and let Ishiharu hug her as well. Words: 467 | Tag: open
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Dec 4, 2016 8:16:10 GMT 1
Oppenheimer wanted to do the things he said he would, but Mei stopped him with her sword.
Then Katsu walked up to him and said the words unexpected of Katsu. Kill Oppenheimer. Katsu gave the orders for Oppenheimer's death.
"My name is not Abraham to you, Mr. Kuno. It is Oppenheimer. Only Ahuva is given such a right."
He said it not out of rage, but pride. He was a proud member of the Oppenheimer family and nothing Katsu could do can make him change his way of thinking.
"I do not appreciate you giving yourself a presence higher than Him. Allah would want me to give the decease last rights than care about my survival. He would want me to care less about our survival and more about honoring the decease. If you had any sort of care in the world, you would have consoled Mrs. Sunada before dealing with me. All you care about is yourself and whatever pills you keep on your nightstand. Mr. Garcia, would you please allow me to grant last rights to the decease with nonlethal force, unlike Mr. Kuno? You are completely free to not keep the promise you made a few days ago. Same goes to you Mrs. Meiyo. Mr. Kuno does not own you or your free will. I've already died once. I'm no longer afraid to die again if it means Shirong gets his last rights."
He grabbed the blade of the sword and attempted to pull it away to get to the corpse, with his hand bleeding from gripping the blade with a profound inexperience.
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Dec 4, 2016 12:12:57 GMT 1
Izuku watched the strangest scene occur. The most single oddest moment in his entire life...was happening before him. He crossed his arms and thought about his options… He could get rid of both of the people he hates the most in the room. Or…
Inwardly Izuku grinned.
This could play out in a complete and highly interesting change of post right now. He found this to be highly interesting. He took a step forward and looked at Mei in a rather deadpan fashion.
”Ms. Meiyo, I'd recommend not killing Mr. Abraham Lincoln yet at least...because the true person behind this whole event just told you who he is. At the moment right now, I would like to point my fingers at Mr. Katsu Kuno as the one behind this whole mess we're in,” Izuku looked at Katsu with a grin. He might as well get rid of him before changing his grin into a serious one.
“Oh, I can investigate, but I don't want to take orders from the guy who basically trapped us here and let a person kill our dear old Ultimate Guardian. Who does really? I don't. But you're just a tool, a weapon to be used,” Izuku looked at Mei and shook his head.
”Right now, our focus is on the wrong side of...everything. I do think Ms. Meiyo is a tool, granted, but… Here's the big drop of the penny. Katsu told me that he thinks it's best for him to become my hope. Guess you wanted to see us all fall instead. I knew it, I totally knew it.” He smirked ”I knew you weren't as good as you thought you were… Mr. Factory Owner.” That should shake the moron up.
...Either way, he'd find it most interesting.
It was then he looked at Oppenheimer and looked down at the dead body.
”Oppenheimer… You didn't heed my advice. I told you that whatever happened… That in any situation, you'll talk to me,” Izuku whispered in his ear. He let the cold tone of his voice go through his mouth and into Oppenheimer’s ear.
”You're the killer, aren't you?” He pulled away from Oppenheimer, a grin on his face. He wanted to watch the fireworks happen.
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Mei Meiyo
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Dec 4, 2016 19:58:45 GMT 1
![](http://orig09.deviantart.net/6f9b/f/2016/308/b/3/mei_face_by_hydranoid09-danb1a8.png) MEI MEIYO -KENJUTSU MASTER- "Before the trial, check this body, and if its tampered with, or changed in anyway, kill Abraham."
"Mr. Kuno does not own you or your free will."
”Ms. Meiyo, I'd recommend not killing Mr. Abraham Lincoln yet at least...because the true person behind this whole event just told you who he is."
Mei's head was swimming to say the least as she stood there, tightly gripping her wakizashi. Who was she supposed to kill now? Oppenheimer was clearly not listening to her, but Izuku basically just told her to kill Katsu. What do I do? Who do I listen to? She narrowed her red eyes as Oppenheimer attempted to pull her sword away. He was strong, but inexperienced. Mei could easily hold her sword in place even with Oppenheimer's strength outdoing her own and only because of the way he grabbed it. He was causing himself to bleed and pain would weaken a person.
Regardless, Mei knew that this was a threat to two of her orders that she had been given, but what to do now? She didn't have much time to think. Even with Oppenheimer's actions being rash, she had no way to know if the Instrumental Artist would pull out some hidden strength. She needed to act. Now.
Joo-Eun Cruz had told her to guard the body. This was being violated.
Katsu Kuno had told her to kill Oppenheimer if the body was disturbed. This was also being violated.
Abraham Oppenheimer told her to think for herself. Unfortunately, in a situation like this, that wasn't a thing Mei could do.
Izuku Garcia had told her not to kill Oppenheimer, however, she could hear the manipulation in his voice that suggested killing Katsu instead.
Mei was torn and with time quickly running out, she performed an action that would fulfill the most requests she had been given. The Kenjutsu Master ripped her katana off her back and cut. If Oppenheimer didn't move, he would suffer some sort of injury. Mei made absolute sure that wherever she cut didn't kill. After all, the body hadn't been disturbed yet and therefore, Katsu's order wouldn't necessarily be in play yet. And Joo-Eun hadn't told her to kill Oppenheimer, just protect the body. Regardless, there was her action, quick and silent.
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Dec 5, 2016 1:14:05 GMT 1
Oppenheimer tried to move the sword, but wasn't able to budge it do the Mei's hold on it.
The Izuku talked and spouted words of unsubstantiated claims.
"Mr. Kuno? The mastermind? What evidence do you have on this? All I know is that Mr. Kuno takes some sort of medication that he keeps in his pockets. What do you have on him? And as for your murder claims..."
Oppenheimer sighed.
"I did kill Shirong. Something happened in the Eighth Floor Kitchen, and if I took a different approach he wouldn't end up dead. It's my fault that's Shirong's dead and I'll be damned if I don't give his last rights that he deserves after saving my life."
Oppenheimer grabbed the sword harder and started inching the sword towards the body with his right hand.
Suddenly Mei swung her sword directly towards Oppenheimer's shoulder and would have left a nasty cut, but Oppenheimer's instincts got the better of him.
In a swift and sudden motion, he lifted his arm up to protect his head from danger, but at a cost.
Oppenheimer's eyebrow started to drip blood from up his forehead and into his hair as he collapsed to his knees with his head down low and his hair just dangling millimeters from the ground.
He stared in panic as his hand laid on Shirong's shoe, almost peaceful like.
The only problem for the pale poor Oppenheimer was the fact that he was no where as near to Shirong as his hand was.
He looked down as the blood flowed out of his wrist and puddled on the ground. An intense feeling came over him. An intense numbing of the pain that was already there. The numbness went away for a brief second of pain.
"GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Allahu Akbar.
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Katsu Kuno
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Post by Katsu Kuno on Dec 5, 2016 1:27:31 GMT 1
[googlefont="VT323"] ![](http://i.imgur.com/aUDX3JP.png) Computers are magnificent tools for the realization of our dreams, but no machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding. Katsu sighed placing a kiss to Ishihareu's head. "Just a second, and we'll get going." Katsu turned around while Oppenheimer was making his speech and walked back up, reacted quickly when he tried to pull the sword out, calculating the amount of force he needed to use to counter Abraham's force of trying to pull it out and applying it. First, he applied a set amount of force for a split second and then based on how that reacted, he placed the amount of pressure and force he needed on the hilt to keep it in place, provided he could muster that strength, if worst came to worst he would use his body weight to try to help keep the sword in.
Of course, meanwhile Izuku also approached and was acted like an idiot. Of course, Izuku hadn't yet felt his hope yet, Izuku had no hope, and he was trying to crush their hopes. Katsu didn't care about him being accused of being the mastermind,
"You. Shut up. You're not helping," Katsu growled referring to Izuku, "You have absolutely no proof. I don't care if you think I am the mastermind, but I'm not. If you had proof, then it would be different. Pointing random fingers doesn't do a thing."
"Isn't it in your religion that saving one life is saving all of humanity? Don't you want to save all of humanity fifteen times over instead of just once? I'm just trying to survive. I don't want anyone else to die! I don't want any more violence or killing or anything. I just wanted you to stop so we all don't get hurt." Katsu's voice was growing hoarse as if he was about to start crying though his eyes weren't watering at all. It was dripping of desperation. "I thought if I didn't do what I did, everyone here would die. That was far more important than anything else. It's more important to keep everyone alive than anything, if you do this without letting us investigate, you dishonor his family, his ancestors, and tell the entire world it's alright to murder as long as they get the killed get last rights. You dishonor him by insisting on this. And I won't let you dishonor him."
And then Mei's sword suddenly came forward swiping at Abraham. Katsu jolted back in fear, falling on his behind, causing himself to see as the hand fell onto Shirong's boot. His eyes widened and he quickly moved the hand from Shirong to the floor next to him. He looked back at Tomoe with a worried look on his face then over to Abraham. It wasn't every day you saw someone's hand get cut off, but it wasn't like Katsu was trained in first aid at all. Katsu scooted away while still being on the ground, hugging his legs to his chest taking deep breaths as he stared on at the scene. Words: 487 | Tag: open
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Tomoe Sunada
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Post by Tomoe Sunada on Dec 5, 2016 5:16:35 GMT 1
It all seemed like life was going in slow motion. She had woken up to find everyone here crowding the girls bathroom, and as if that wasn’t bad enough she had discovered that there had been an apparent murder committed last night. Or if not a murder then somehow a dead body of someone who had been alive just yesterday magically teleported itself into their room…. Magically. Without her knowing she was even doing it, Tomoe’s eyes slid over to look at the magician who had gathered at the scene. How very suspicious. She had her eye on you there, magic man.
As enlightening as this train of thought is, Tomoe is brought back to reality with the sound of a guttural scream of pain. It was something like the sound an animal makes when a predator sinks its teeth into their flesh and starts to feast and the little white haired girl tears her eyes away from Taro to see Oppa…Oppen…Oppai…Abe. She saw Abe screaming, and people were looking on and he had one where he used to have two. Hands, that is, the other one seems to have fallen off his arm with help of Mei’s sword, and there was…a lot of pink. Tomoe couldn’t help but stare at the hand on the floor for a moment, not fully understanding what had just happened until it hit her that wounded animal sound she had just heard was probably coming from the guy whose hand had just been cut off.
“Out of the way, please!” No more time to waste. Pushing past people as quickly as she could Tomoe rushed towards the wounded boy, trying not to think about what exactly was squirting out of the now open wound on the end of his arm. Complete clean amputation, Tomoe’s eyes slid over to study the woman who had caused the situation here before focusing her gaze on the task at hand. One thing was for damn sure, that sword of hers was no joke. Someone may want to consider hiding those away the next time she was sleeping, just to be on the safe side.
“Someone, go get Tomoe some ice. Ice and black pepper, quick as you can.” Amputations, amputations, what a nasty thing. The vet grimaced as she went through a mental checklist from a book she remembered reading many years ago, about what to do if something had been amputated, and first thing’s first was the bleeding had to be stopped. Without a second to waste Tomoe was already tugging off the shirt she was wearing moments before and started to make a tourniquet on the injured man’s arm.
“Someone go check around to see if we have any gauze or something. Please.” She was sure to add on to the end, even as she worked on stopping the bleeding as best as she could. After all, there had already been a murder and they had just seen another one of their group members be mutilated right in front of their very eyes, there was no need to add rudeness to the list of reasons this was a very bad day.
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Mei Meiyo
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Dec 5, 2016 6:31:43 GMT 1
![](http://orig09.deviantart.net/6f9b/f/2016/308/b/3/mei_face_by_hydranoid09-danb1a8.png) MEI MEIYO -KENJUTSU MASTER- A sword is only as good as the one who wields it. Those who see it as a tool cannot fully use it to its true potential. To view yourself as the sword is the way the Meiyo family has been taught for generations and Mei did not see herself as any different. When she swung her swords, it was like hurling her very spirit at an enemy, her spirit being sharper than one could ever imagine. Yet, she chose consistently to not use her sword, but her deceased brother's sword. It was her goal to get in tune with his spirit so that one day, she may be closer to her brother than ever before.
Yet here, in swinging her katana, her sword, Mei was able to demonstrate just how dangerous she truly was. She probably had a bounty on her head now, or at the very least, hatred from the man she had just cut and fear from those who had been watching. She glanced down at Oppenheimer's hand and whispered so that only the Instrumental Artist could hear, "I did not kill you and, yet, the order has been satisfied. You can hold this against me if you wish, but I was simply doing my duty." The man was clearly in pain which was something Mei wasn't used to. Usually, when given an order, it was to kill as quickly as possible. She probably would've felt bad if it weren't for Joo's order, but Mei wasn't a doctor. She could leave that to the white haired Tomoe who was rattling off orders.
And now, more than anything, Mei wanted to leave the bathroom, to lay down in her bed again. But she could not. She was still bound by Joo-Eun's orders and thus, she had to stay with the body until the glasses girl returned. She glanced at the people in the restroom. Katsu, who was cowering on the ground, and Tomoe who was desperately trying to help Oppenheimer. Mei backed away from the Veterinarian. After all, she didn't want to get in her way. Though she did speak up again as she removed a cloth from her jacket and began to wipe the blood off of her katana, "Do not be afraid. Unless I am told to, I will not hurt anyone else."
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Dec 5, 2016 6:49:39 GMT 1
To be honest, Izuku knew that Katsu wasn't the Mastermind or anything. He was honestly just blowing a whole ton of steam. Steam that he found very interesting. He was hoping to watch people panic, worry, etc.. He thought everyone in the room was basically the type of people who would yell at people, believing them to be extremely wrong. However, it seemed like he himself was wrong. Oh well, Izuku crossed his arms as he looked at Katsu.
May as well keep lying.
"You said it through your actions. You told Ms. Meiyo to kill my good friend Oppenheimer, who is also a murderer," Izuku shook his head, "Ah well, it's not my problem. I'll just prove it in the trial. Don't think for a second that I want to watch you get off scot-free. I'll be honest. I don't like any of you." He looked toward the people who were still in the room, "My skill is helping people, sure, but it's not being nice. But hey, go ahead and do whatever."
The man took a step toward Oppenheimer and looked at him.
"I wish you the best of luck Mr. Mur-" He saw his arms get cut off as Oppenheimer's blood landed on his face. Immediately, time froze as his eyes started to widen.
Blood was on his face.
The hell was going on. It was then he heard certain words coming from the ditz's mouth. Something about...ice and black pepper. His eyes widened as he heard the words.
"Please."
The words that he both loved and hated the most. He wiped the blood from his face and immediately went into business. He started to run dash toward the kitchen.
Ice and black pepper... Ice and black pepper. His talent was actually being used. He was scanning the kitchen, it should have been the first places to check. He'd also need to get some gauze somewhere. His talent was coming to him.
He was a Helper. A cynic, but still a man who helped.
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Yoko Kamiya
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Post by Yoko Kamiya on Dec 5, 2016 20:07:55 GMT 1
What was even happening anymore? Was this a dream or just some deranged vision? No, what happened in front of her had to be real. The one that stopped her from killing Abraham was dead and now Abraham was about to die himself. There was infighting. Accusations. Blaming... And then disarming, of the literal variety. No matter how Composed she felt now, it was just her Luck that all of this insane stuff cut past it. It was just too much to handle. The Jack of All Trades, or at least what was left of between the two of them, turned and ran out of the room, trying to get anywhere else but there.
It was obvious now that everyone here was crazy, standing back or fanning the flames of the very kinds of conflict that the Beario Brothers were wanting them to. It was just too much for her to handle. It was greater than you're average flavor of chaos. It was advanced chaos. She just had to get out of there before she got wrapped into the mess and left with loss of limb at best. She had already lost half of herself. Losing any more would just be adding injury to insult.
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Katsu Kuno
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Post by Katsu Kuno on Dec 7, 2016 6:27:18 GMT 1
[googlefont="VT323"] ![](http://i.imgur.com/aUDX3JP.png) Computers are magnificent tools for the realization of our dreams, but no machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding. When Tomoe jumped into action, Katsu knew that he couldn't be freaking out, lest he fail her. And so, he stood up, his mind racing with wondering what he could do to help. She asked for specific items, and Izuku ran from the room the instant that Tomoe said please. At least Katsu knew that he could rely on Izuku to help Tomoe if he ended up dying because of that accusation that Izuku made. While he hoped people wouldn’t believe Izuku, it was human nature to believe things without facts when one was scared. Many of those without enough intelligence, or those who were scared enough, would listen to anyone who offered them some sort of solution and believe them even if logically they had no basis for whatever they said, even if what they said was impossible, even what they said had literally no proof.
For now, Katsu needed to worry about Abraham and his hand. "Mei. I take back my order. Don't kill him no matter what he or others do with the body, okay?" He didn't want the order to go that far. He just was frustrated. He just wanted Abraham to stop and he was desperate, his mind unable to think of any other way to prevent something from possibly destroying their chance to live. Who knew what they would find? Maybe the blood patterns would tell Tomoe something (Tomoe because she was a doctor), or the position of the sword. There were a lot of things someone who had a trained eye could tell, but only if they knew how to tell it.
The best way for him to help was to try to control those around here, as he didn't know that much about first aid and he didn't want to be a burden on Tomoe, especially with his shaky hands and the probably need for precision. However, he did search by the sink for some gauze, and if there was any he would hand it to Tomoe. Hopefully there would be some, but only God knew if there was any. Afterwards he turned his attention towards everyone left in the room.
"Ken. Jun. You'll stay with Abraham with the body. I suspect that you'll be able to glean important information from Shirong, Jun. And Ken, I… I think you'll do best to care for Abe when the bandaging is complete. The… The rest of you, we need to split up and go. Who knows how much time we have to investigate? I don't care if you believe what Izuku said, but the more people in here, the more distracted Tomoe may get, and Abraham may die."
Yes Katsu was still calling him Abraham. And that's because of a personal feeling towards his own family and how Abraham called him Mr. Kuno. Something he despised to be called as well. Perhaps he was a being a bit petty. Later he would reflect, but for now he was under immense pressure as everyone else.
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Joo-Eun Cruz
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Talent: SHSL Poet
Year: 1st Year
Age: 16
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Dec 8, 2016 18:41:06 GMT 1
Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie." - Stephen King
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Of course it’d be my luck to feel exhausted during a serious time. Joo-Eun thought to herself as she pushes the rusty door inside the 9th floor kitchen. She went straight to the kitchen to grab herself a cup of mocha after waking up the girls in the Women’s Quarters. She thought it’d only be fair to grab herself a sweet cup of caffeine considering that there will be a long day ahead of her.
Granted, a murder has just been committed and there’s a big possibility that the murderer could be running around the factory at the moment and the Poet was all alone, but Joo-Eun has that covered. She took two knives from the kitchen, covered the smaller one in cloth before sliding it in her pocket and kept the larger and sharper one next to her while she makes her coffee.
The Poet wasn’t plotting a murder. Of course, anyone with common sense would think that she is seeing as she just brought two knives with her but she’s simply staying safe. Desperate times calls for desperate measures, she thought to herself.
She checked the cupboards out of boredom while the water was being heated and saw a flavour of a biscuit that she liked even as a child, her stomach grumbled but she pushed the thought away. She needed to focus on her job, she can eat later. She kept two biscuits in her pocket just as the pot whistled, signifying that the water is now heated.
She went back to the counter and grabbed herself a small thermos monobottle and poured the hot water in it, she prepared herself her mocha quickly, planning to go out and start her investigation somewhere.
And that’s when Izuku, the Helper, rushed inside the kitchen in a hurry. His face was still as stoic as ever, but his body language and the way he acts wasn’t like normal. It’s as if someone commanded him to do something and he needs to do all the he can to fulfill the command.
He was muttering to himself, too, something he doesn’t usually do. At least, it was something that Joo haven’t seen him do before. He was whispering… ice and pepper? Was he looking for those? She thought to herself, she stopped making her coffee as she watches Izuku, a bad feeling settling in her stomach. Did something happen in the restroom? She continued asking herself.
The Helper didn’t seem to notice the Poet whenn he walked in and so she decided to make herself known, she cleared her throat, “Is everything alright, Mr. Garcia?” She asked him.
There was no reply, he was still looking for pepper.
“Excuse me, would you please kindly reply to me?” Joo-Eun tried again and for the second time she was ignored.
She wasn’t in the mood to not get answers today, the Poet was very much cranky due to four days of little to no sleep and minimum caffeine. She grabbed Izuku’s arm, stopping him from look for ice and pepper and looked at him straight in the eye, her cold blue eyes piercing his eyes.
“Did something happen in the restroom? Please answer me Mr. Garcia.” She asked him, swallowing the nervousness and fear that she’s slowly feeling. One word about things going wrong in the restroom and Joo-Eun will run back there, dismissing her unfinished bottle of mocha. She can only hope that her swordswoman is safe.
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Dec 13, 2016 20:11:14 GMT 1
Izuku was temporarily pulled out of his trance as he looked at Joo-Eun. He blinked once.
Twice.
Three times.
He frowned, "Oppenheimer's hand got chopped off by Mei. I'm currently trying to find some pepper and ice to help the wound. It's for Ms. Tomoe. I'm also going to need to grab some gauze."
Izuku has never liked his talent. He never did. In fact, he called it a curse, a problem to his own mentality. However... Tomoe had said the magic words: "Please." As such, he was bound to that fact. He was bound to the idea that the simple phrases of "please" or "I need help." Or hell, seeing someone in need was something that Izuku was constantly needing to do. He stood up as he started to peak around the kitchen... It seemed like there was some black pepper. He looked back at Joo-Eun and sighed.
"Get some ice, meet us back by the dead body? Okay? Okay," Izuku walked away. He started to think to himself. He could stop in his tracks right now. He could let Oppenheimer bleed out...but... But it wasn't in his nature. He had to help. No he needed to help. It was just a part of him.
"Damn my talent." He finally said.
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