#saihatra

It was a normal morning. At least, it should’ve been. The little leader woke with his body heavy, sluggish, and certainly exhausted. He shivered, feeling rather cold -- maybe it was just a chilly morning -- and he stumbled out of his room, grasping onto the handrail. Pale as a ghost, he slowly took weighty steps down the stairs, unnaturally languid. However, by the time he’d made it halfway down, he tripped over himself and fell down the stairs -- not too far a fall, but it made a loud thud.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong. Maybe this would be harder than I thought. Aw well, when I offered my help, I meant every word. So let’s just try somethin’ else.” A hand passed through stray ginger spikes as he stared the detective down. He really wasn’t much in the way of confidence, huh.

“Hey, Shuichi.” They were walking back to their dorms after another successful training session. Successful on both Maki and Shuichi’s parts, as they did all the work. Kaito talked, nearly distracting them from their objective. But, well, talking and discussing various things could help them get closer to their goals as well. “It’s kinda late, but...” 

      “I’m alright, truly. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

      It felt like he’d been repeating this words for a while now – trying to convince the young DETECTIVE he was alright. Today, they’d decided to explore other escape options: trying to think of some way for them to get out of here that wasn’t that ( a w f u l ) tunnel. However, as fruitless as their attempts had been. . . they had discovered some of the layout of this place a little better.

      Having traveled to the far end of the encaged area, actually approaching the LARGE BARS they could see, Rantaro had thought it might be a good idea to get a better look – and? Despite not knowing his talent, despite not even knowing what he was good at? He begun to climb some of the larger trees to get a better look. . . and? One of the branches had BROKEN underfoot – causing the youth to fall. He’d landed well. He’d made sure to cover his head.

      But? It appeared his harsh tumble downward had the other concerned for his well-being.

Studying was for the reserve course. Or so she’d heard, from various sources around the school. Even if there were relatively few tests, Wrenne felt it best to try and perform as well on them as possible. Sure, this place was primarily about cultivating talent, but a high school education was important too, right?

Such a reason was why the woman found herself at the entrance to the library during a spare period, carefully pushing open the door. The wood groaned as it opened, allowing the atmosphere of the room to wash over her. Something about the smell of books helped to relax her spirits- perhaps a memory from back when she’d first developed the talent that brought her here?

│━✖━│ “... I already told you.” Why would he bother trying to hang out with someone like him? He had said so before... not to hang out with a killer like him. Shuichi wasn’t foolish, and so it didn’t seem like he hadn’t given his statements any thought. Which, quite honestly, made it all the more perplexing. Not to mention, Ryoma couldn’t see why he’d want to spend time with him anyway. He wasn’t particularly interesting. Not unless he wanted to hear prison stories, or old tales of glory... that he really didn’t want to speak about. 

“Alright so a guy is driving down the road when his car breaks down in front of a monastery. He asks the monks if they would be willing to let him stay for the night and the monks agree. However that night he can barely get sleep because of a strange sound that he hears.” Kamille begins, grinning a bit as he does.