8th Concert - [ audio/action ] my bloody valentine

[violined]

[ There was nothing more suited to be the last straw than this. Kohaku was always walking a thin line between sanity and the deep abyss of his mind and past. Even his annoyed and violent normal self was not all of the cruelty he was capable of. When there was real hatred involved, Kohaku finally became a kind of monster himself. 

Tolerating the NPCs had always been hard, but he managed, limiting himself to occasional kicks and pushes and punches. That was until they started approaching him this day. Even mere approaching might have been something Kohaku could handle, but out of all things they told him they loved him... they wanted him.. dead, possibly. None of these things were things Kohaku dealt very well with. Crazy possessive lovers are unpleasant, but not as awful of the entire idea of these... these... horrible artificial dolls trying to lure him in.  

As the first one pulls a knife, he's only too happy to respond in fashion. That he turns on his phone's recording function as he reaches in his pocket goes unnoticed. ]

Love? Don't fucking make me laugh! [ Noises of movement and a scream, doubtlessly not from Kohaku. ] Gahahaha! That's what you deserve, artificial piece of shit! Feelings? You? You're all as fake as it can get, dolls, empty shells, pretty playthings for a sick puppeteer. 

[ Yuri may have told him to not injure or let alone kill the NPCs, but right now Kohaku lost any ability to control himself. For anybody walking by it's a gruesome scene. The NPCs may be armed themselves, but Kohaku is skilled at throwing knives and he shows no mercy this time. Just injuries aren't enough anymore. He needs to see them bleed, bleed, bleed out, their blood tinting every card and every package of chocolate they may have brought. ]

What are you screaming for? It's not like you were ever alive to begin with! Gahahahahahahaha, just die, filthy imitations! Oh wait, you can't!

[ Maybe he's enjoying this a little too much. There is just so much pent up frustration from all the last months inside of him and now finally, finally he lets loose completely, acting on all his hatred and sheer paranoia. He is scared of them, terrified to the bones. There is nothing more horrifying than dolls pretending to be alive and as such there is also nothing more despicable. It's as if by erasing them, he could also erase his own inner hell. 

He can't though. There is no cure for these feelings and even if there was, it would not relate to causing a blood bath. Still, the hall in front of the music room is a mess now. Blood splattered everywhere and corpses... Some of them with their throats slid expertly, others otherwise injured or also murdered. And then there's Kohaku, grinning insanely in a tense way that makes him look about to cry just alike, chucking every other second, kicking the bodies violently. ]
 

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[extraordinarily]

Do I have to drag you to detention?

[ Here's one Haruhi Suzumiya who's managed to stay in the sidelines for a moment or two. She was going to practice, but after seeing all of this, she can't. There's a part of her that wants to throw up immensely, but she can't. Not if she wants to stop this from happening again.

She's the president of the student council now, and she has to take responsibility for everyone else. They may be NPCs, but killing them wasn't something that was going to help her by much. Thankfully, Valentine's Day was normal for her; it was almost as if none of the NPCs could see her and were only focusing on everybody else.

Haruhi hated it, especially since she couldn't deal with this lovey-dovey crap. She was so done with it. ]

[violined]

[ Kohaku turns to look at her rather slowly and for a little while the psychotic grin is still glued to his face as if it was hard to return to reality. Haruhi can be intolerable but she isn't an NPC and Kohaku has no intention of hurting her, so he has to forcefully snap himself out of the strangely instinctive desire to just kill on.

Then, as he finally processes what she says, he starts laughing again. It's harsh, but at least not the hateful 'gahahaha' he had for the NPCs. He doesn't take his foot off the back of a body as he speaks though. ]

Detention? These guys tried to murder me first, just for information.

[ It's so surreal. Here he is, surrounded by victims, and the punishment he's supposed to get is detention? This entire place had to be one shitty joke. ]

[extraordinarily]

Doesn't mean you have to off all of them!

[ She's already figured out the situation now that he's actually said something about them actually trying to kill people. This isn't the first time they've been aggressive, though this is the first time that they're aggressive in this way. Haruhi mentally makes a note of that as her eyes narrow slightly, folding her arms over her chest as she tries to walk around all the piles of dead bodies. ]

Don't you think it's weird? For a while now we haven't had any glitches. Then someone suspicious shows up and then this happens? It's probably a glitch, if anything. Killing the NPCs means falling into that idiot's trap.

[violined]

[ Kohaku doesn't want to think it's weird at all, mostly because that includes a lot of thinking - and thinking means that he can't just go wild anymore. It's altogether unwanted in the middle of his violent breakdown. He hmpfs in irritation. ]

I don't care, I really just don't care. They deserve what they got and a damn lot more, actually.

I'll rather just shut them up before they can spout any more nonsense about feelings.

[ His eyes widen a bit again as he thinks back to these monsters claiming to love him. ]

[extraordinarily]

[ It's her first time actually feeling sorry for the NPCs; she generally didn't care all that much about them most of the time. But the only reason why she feels bad for them is because she knows what it's like to be like that. She won't do anything, but instead, come off as cold as she tosses her hair aside. ]

So you're saying that you'd do that to anyone?

[violined]

[ He stares at her for a moment as he realizes his patterns of violence are not exactly clear to everyone. Then he shakes his head. ]

No, that's not it. Real people can be a nuisance, but they're not monsters. I don't care who I beat up, really, but unless you're really in my way? I wouldn't bother with a kill.

[ Kohaku doesn't have any illusions about himself. He's not a good person. Far from it. But at a certain level of blood thirst he himself would only become a despicable demon. That's not his goal. He doesn't want to be a psycho. ]

These are just pathetic copies, they're not worth speaking of things they can't possibly understand.

[extraordinarily]

Ah, you don't get it, do you...?

[ Her voice is dull as her eyes narrow slightly, folding her arms over her chest. She doesn't mind getting offed herself, in fact, the idea is kind of comforting, but--

Seeing this is just disgusting. ]

Some of them might as well be puppets, but some of them might actually be shells of their former selves.

[ She closes her hands into tight, balled fists, not daring to look directly in his eyes, though there's a cold look on her face. ]

[violined]

[ Kohaku had only been very vaguely aware of this. It never happened in his environment since he came here, so the possibility of one of them becoming an NPC has never been more than a faint side note in his mind. ]

So...?

[ The harshness slowly fades from his voice in favour or resignation. ]

What's the difference? Shells are just shells. When we play songs, we can't bring anybody back either. They're already doomed, aren't they?

I'd rather be killed than exist without my mind.

[onewayroad]

[Coming down to this part of the building was a mistake. In spite of the frightening ease with which he had managed to suppress most of the crowds of NPCs that tried to approach him, Accelerator had yet to notice a decline in the numbers. Small groups kept showing up, first pairs and trios and then larger groups. It seemed to get worse the longer he was out and about. He'd taken to tying the passed out NPCs' hands behind their backs just to keep them from following him easily.

Just after knocking out a group of five NPCs, four girls and a guy, who had threatened him with knives because he refused to choose any of them, he was in the midst of binding their wrists when he heard a beep coming from his phone. He took it out and checked the network, soon finding that a familiar-sounding male's voice had gone on a psychotic tirade. Coincidentally, he heard what sounded like a ruckus going on elsewhere in the building.

He listens to the entire recording, pauses for several seconds once it ends - the ruckus seemed to have mostly stopped - and finally gets to his feet, shoving the phone in his pocket. Off he storms in search of the perpetrator, nostrils flared so as to detect the scent of blood as quickly as possible. That and any lingering sounds of violence or insanity that may tip him off.

It doesn't take him long; it's just around the corner. He can hear and smell it.

To Kohaku, there is only the sound of approaching footsteps to distract him from his current bout of psychosis. What do you do, Kohaku? Does the guy even notice on his own? Let's find out.]

[violined]

[ Kohaku is a fighter. Not the kind of pretty trained soldiers that was taught how to do it, but a fighter out of necessity, born in a world where it was eat or get eaten. Almost literally.
One crack in your skin, one little portion of blood mingling with that of a zombie, meant instead death. In such a world, it was fatal to let himself be caught off guard, no matter the situation.

This wasn't his world. Kohaku's physical alarm sense to approaching danger had been taken from him and with it, any necessity to avoid getting hurt entirely. In this place, it doesn't matter if your skin breaks or your blood mingles or even if your heart stops beating. Kohaku would never admit so, but it had made his reflexes slower than they used to be.

All he sees now are the bodies at his feet and all he feels is how his boots crash into them again and again and again. It's only when the footsteps are close, too close already, that he finally tenses up and turns. One of his knives is in his hand readily as he halfway expects yet another NPC to show up. ]

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[onewayroad]

[Accelerator keeps his hearing focused on the sounds the unseen real person around the corner makes, allowing that to fill in the blanks of his mental image of whatever he's about to see. Bleeding bodies of dead NPCs strewn all over? Check. Asshole armed and on his guard? Check.

What he isn't prepared for, however...]

[onewayroad]

[—is the strange sight of sparkles and flowers that surrounds the blood-covered boy the moment he lays eyes on him. Initially harboring a slow-burning fury that shows in his glare and his scowl, Accelerator can't help the odd, blank look of bewilderment. What fresh hell is this bullshit?!]

What the fuck.

[Half the tension within him disappears out of thin air.]

[violined]

[ As Kohaku realizes the new arrival at the scene isn't an NPC but a guy he's familiar with, his initial reaction is to be annoyed at the interruption, when all he'd like is to be alone with himself and his inner demons.
That's before he fully turns to meet Accelerator's eyes.

Because that's when sparkles just seem to explode and the entire scene turns a little lighter. Completely against his will Kohaku finds himself noticing how elegantly single strands of white hair move and he's hardly ever been so disgusted by his own perception.

Accelerator's statement here really takes the words out of his mouth. ]

Wow, that was bloody weird.

[ The words are amazingly calm, considering he's still pretty much standing on top of bleeding bodies that only have started to cool down. But there is nothing else he can even say to this. ]

[onewayroad]

[It's almost impossible to tear his eyes away, his focus practically chained to Kohaku's dark and trouble (but handsome!) bishounen appearance. Some small part inside of him wants to throw up at this. His brain isn't wired to let him think about people this way, and he's conditioned himself not to let his mind drift toward such thought patterns; the way this happened so naturally only disorients him for several seconds even after Kohaku's spoken. He now sports an expression of mild horror.]

"Weird" is an understatement. What the hell's going on here, dipshit?

[No amount of soulmate vision can prevent him from being his usual insulting self here, nope.]

[violined]

[ It's not that Kohaku isn't use to seeing people who just seem to sparkle naturally, but this guy is just clearly not one of them. There is absolutely no reason for Accelerator to look like this in his mind and he's almost thankful when the topic goes back to his massacre, solely because it means he can stop questioning what is happening with them. ]

Isn't that kind of obvious?

[ His foot moves to add some more pressure to the poor NPC body, as if to underline his point. ]

I'm getting rid of some gross scum.

[onewayroad]

[He was asking about both the massacre and the weird shoujo sparkles, but he doesn't comment on Kohaku's focus on only the former in his reply. That can be handled later. The massacre is a focal point. He scowls as he lets his gaze drift over the pile of motionless, torn-up bodies before flicking it tentatively back to him, hoping against hope that revolting weird shit won't happen again.

His words are oddly calm, just like Kohaku's earlier.]

Scum, huh?

[As much as he hates the NPCs, as much as he notices the weapons some of them had been carrying, he can't help letting the embers of that slow-burning fury regain some of their heat.]

Talk about overkill. This is on the level of soaking an anthill with liquid explosives and blowing the entire thing to China just because they bit your fucking ankles too many times.

[he'd stopped just past the corner of the hallway upon spotting the scene before him, but now he walks forward slowly, each step resounding with every move. his gaze is narrowed. oh no, Kohaku, someone doesn't approve of your little hissy fit.]

[violined]

[ Kohaku's certainly not in the mood to take back any of his actions, words or even thoughts. In his mind everything he's done today is completely justified and he really doesn't want to rethink that perspective.
With a scornful click of his tongue he shakes his head. ]

Bullshit. Ants are at least living creatures and even if they don't live all that differently from these puppets, they deserve more respect.

[ Accelerator isn't who he wants to fight, let alone kill, right now, but as it appears that confrontation is inevitable it really is all the same to him. The only thing he regrets is the limited number of knives on his body, seeing some are still stuck in the bodies at this moment.
It occurs to him that he doesn't really know much about how Accelerator fights, so he just prepares himself for the first move to come. Which might be a mistake, but his mind's not clear enough to consider that yet. ]

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[tenminutes]

[ Yuri's lost a fair bit of compassion for leaving the NPCs alone since she learned they were shadows, but for the most part it was best to leave them alone. However in the manner of self-defense she's knocked out a few of them today herself. She hasn't gone to crazed slaughter like Kohaku has, though, so she walks him for a few moments with her arms crossed. It seems like for now she's managed to lose her little group. (Well, for about the next 5 minutes or so anyway until they figure out how to get out of a locked classroom.) ]

You're going a little overboard, Kohaku! [ She sounds more like she's calling out to him than scolding him, though. ] Though I guess they'll just get up later...

[ Despite that, she's got both her gun and her knife out. She was a more skilled fighter than most of the people she knew, but that didn't mean that NPCs weren't a lot bigger than her so in numbers, it could get messy without violence. ]

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[violined]

[ Of course she'd be there to call him out on the genocide. Kohaku huffs and kicks a body over and to the side before turning to her. ]

I don't see how so... It's not like those abominations had any better plans for me here.

[ It's kind of relieving to see that Yuri was prepared to fight as well, despite being the one who had told him to not kill any NPCs. He wasn't all that sorry for breaking this rule right now. It had felt awful when the NPCs talked to him, but it felt all the better to finally, finally off them. Even if it was not for good. But there was a certain importance to getting back at what made him feel uneasy. ]

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[tenminutes]

[ She could tell that he was enjoying this a little more than most people would. Yuri wasn't without a taste for violence, so she didn't entirely blame him, especially since it likely started as self-defense. Moreso because it wasn't like it'd do permanent damage, and again more because in this case it didn't seem like there were many other ways to stop them. ]

The P.E. teacher came at me with the fire axe earlier trying to claim that if he couldn't have me no one could. Any idea what set it off?

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[violined]

The P.E. teacher? Eww, attracting old men, are you? They did the same kind of shit to me though.

[ He shivers. Maybe he can finally understand how Lucille felt about this kind of thing. ]

And I think we can rule out the option of them all just actually being able to get lovesick or some shit. So that probably means it's another glitch. I'd like to thank the Programmer personally.

[ With a bullet. ]

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[tenminutes]

They don't have emotions, of course it's some kind of glitch.

[ Yuri's going to check her ammo now to make sure she's well-aware of where she's at in terms of it. ]

Your creepiest NPC so far?

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[violined]

You know that class rep from 9th grade? Waited to get me in a corner and tried to feed me poison chocolate as some sort of romantic way to go to death together. 'I may not be popular enough to be with someone like you in life, but....'

It was fucking repulsive. Bah.

[ This glitch is doing a very good job at convincing him love sucks. Not that he hadn't been convinced before, but it doesn't hurt to be extra sure. Unless the NPCs get you. Then it does hurt lots, presumably. ]

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[tenminutes]

You win, that's worse than the teacher. I don't know what this is, but it's not love.

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[violined]

I wouldn't be surprised if the programmer, for all his love obsession, has become this twisted himself and the system now thinks that's the real deal.

Then again, maybe it is the real deal? I knew some guy's ex-boyfriend who was exactly like that.