feelin' lucky?

Maybe your heart is hot because your eyes are so cold.

He’s not planning on responding directly to anyone that isn’t Namiko, but unfortunately Haruto’s just brought up a favorite topic of his and he shifts his focus onto Mr. Good Luck, sticking on his shades as he does so.

“What do I have to gain? Absolutely nothing ☆”

He punctuates the statement with a light laugh. Irritating man…

“I mean… I’m not exactly a paragon of justice myself in case that wasn’t obvious, buuuut… I dunno. Just kinda gives me the heebie jeebies how quick some of you are to throw someone to the wolves. It’s like Wasu-san said, in my eyes Namicchan’s life is worth as much as yours or mine, and it’s kinda sad to see that people don’t seem to consider that. Though, I mean, you obviously could have and still chosen to vote for her, which, y’know… ppppbbbtttbbb you got me there!”

He then shifts his focus towards Jitō, and though his flippant tone and demeanor don’t exactly change…

“Ohohoho… you said it! You said it! You said ‘I’m [sic] the bad guy here!’ Man, I got you good!”

Bruh.

"Maybe I shouldn’t say this given my occupation, but here’s the thing: there’s no singular justice – but there is only one truth. I think that’s something to keep in mind, y’know, going forward. Keeping the facts straight, acting accordingly… thinking outside the rules of this game.”

You stole that first bit from K*men R*der Ry*ki just like Ur*buchi…

He lets out a short laugh before regarding Namiko at his side.

“Aw, c’mere you!”

Though he moves to give her a noogie, instead the vigilante ruffles her hair.

“I won’t cry in front of you if that’s what you want – but you can’t stop me once you’re gone kehehe… … jeez. I hope that this is all a huge ploy to get real, video footage that Lucky Komiya has feelings! I’ll say all this sentimental stuff ‘n then Takasugi-kun will pop out with a camera and go ‘Surprise! Now everyone knows you’re a big, huge softie!’“

He laughs again before continuing, quieter.

“Well… being haunted by you wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, y’know? So maybe I’ll do the opposite of what you told me and you’ll pop up in my mirror at 3 in the morning, yeah? Promise? Good.”

He doesn’t wait for her response, entwines her pinky with his and gives her hand a firm shake before patting her on the back.

Do not fear! Even if light has been lost, our thoughts will be connected. 

“EEEEH? NAMICCHAN YOU AIN’T LYIN’?! YOU’RE REALLY–”

It’s an outburst delayed and unnecessary given the confirmation that Namiko Nakasone was, indeed,

“– the murderer.”

He’s quiet for some time after that, allowing for the others to speak, direct their criticisms and questions at the narrator. Slipping off his glasses, he’s not planning on saying a thing until… 

“Did I really just hear that? That you don’t want Namicchan to die? You say that but you voted for her, knowing fully that to do so was to condemn her to execution. You said so yourself, Ji ・ ro ・ chan ☆ ”

He waves a paw hand, nonchalantly. 

“Of course, it’s much more complex than that – someone was going to die whether Namicchan or anyone else. Buuut… mm, I can’t put my finger on it but getting cold feet like this is really uncool, y’know? You knew what you were doing, don’t pretend like you’re somehow any better than Namicchan. Actually, that does remind me: it wouldn’t be fair to pick on Ji-chan, so let’s just make this address to everyone who voted for her –”

“You just killed someone, same as Namicchan! Doesn’t matter if you’re the one swingin’ down the axe, your actions directly caused her death! Maybe some of you can live with the fact, and some of you can’t, but either way you’d better get used to it – that feeling of blood on your hands that’ll never ever go away ☆”

He flashes a totally inappropriate peace sign before sticking his hands in his pockets and turning his attention towards the narrator.

“Hey, hey! Namicchan you wanna know a secret? You’re totally the my number one most favorite person in the room right now!”

– If it’s actually supposed to be a secret he doesn’t seem to care, blurting it out at normal volume.

“Dunno if I said it to eeeveryone, but people who commit crimes… are the best ahaha ☆”

His smile is bright as he says it, as if he’s talking about his favorite superhero. But then his smile shifts from mirthful to something more… wry.

“Y’know… as a hero you can’t expect to save everyone – you wouldn’t be able to do anything if you didn’t accept such a simple fact. You just gotta save who you can… what’s done is done – roll with the punches, yeah?”

And then the smile falls completely, and in his tone there’s something that might be interpreted as genuine remorse.

“So… then… why do I feel like I failed you, Namicchan? Not just you, but Takasugi-san, too? You asked me what I thought about all this – our confinement, the killin’ game… and… I was pretty dismissive, wasn’t I? Talkin’ big about how I wouldn’t let anyone get hurt anymore – while not believing in the possibility that anyone would. … Did you feel cornered? Scared? Like you didn’t have any other options? Why didn’t you talk to me? Did I give off an air of unreliability? I would have figured something out for real, y’know! I…”

He shakes his head before that insufferable smile is back on his face.

Despair awaits you at the finish!

He’s been quiet this entire time, perking up every once in awhile as certain points are discussed, but not making a move to say a word. Finally, he decides the best point to make a statement is… right after Noel summarizes what they know about the case?

“Maaan, some of you are super scary – callin’ people out, talkin’ about moider like it’s the weather! How’s a guy supposed to find the resolve to speak, huuuh?”

Flashing a peace sign he dives right into his introduction.

“The name’s Lucky Komiya, the one, the only Kamen Kiba, Protector of the Setagaya Ward and the recently appointed Super High-School Level Vigilante ☆”

He’s tempted to strike a pose, but out of respect for his fallen ally of justice, he doesn’t, instead pointing a finger gun around the others until he finally lands on… 

“Yoo-hoo~ Jiro-chan, was it?”

It’s Jitō and he knows this, but he’s pretending like he doesn’t, giving the other a wave.

“Namicchan can’t be the killer – I mean, I guess she could, but then, that’d beg the question of why: what could have pushed Namicchan to do something like that? But that aside, why would Namicchan leave such an obvious hint as to her identity just out in the open like that? Nope, nope, Namicchan is clever, she wouldn’t do something like that – not even first-time crooks are that stupid or else my job would be mega super easy!”

He turns away from Jitō to address the rest of the class.

“Kehehe…. anyway, you all say it was on purpose and I think I’m gonna have to agree buut… – oh! That does remind me kehehe… my s〇〇dy-sense is telling me something about something~!” 

Bro u can’t just say s〇〇dy-sense Toei doesn’t have rights to Sp〇〇rman anymore probably.

“Jiro-chan said it himself: If Takasugi-kun was really in on it, why would he stand in the exact location where the sandbag was supposed to fall? Easy: the X wasn’t for Monokumi-chan it was for him! Step on the ‘X’ and that’s it – bzzt, bzzt lights out for you Visor Red ☆”

He lets out a small laugh.

“Or should it be ker-thunk! Thud? Thump?Anyway, anyway… I’d be willing to admit that Takasugi-kun was supposed to be covering the X in the first place – I mean, the Super Evil Demon Lord Monokumi-chan wouldn’t fall for that. Like, ‘Oh! Oh! Monokumi-chan-sama, would you take a look at this X on the floor? Could you stand on it? Thank you so much!’  And then she does and it’s all, Bonk! Nah, but that’s probably what the original plan was since, y’know VR is on stage.”

He’s said quite a bit and looks like he’s done… but he isn’t.

Kioku half-smiles before taking another sip of her coffee. She moves a rook before spinning the board around once more.

“I don’t see how that would help us… You’d only be in the same position Haruto is in now. It was practically unavoidable - and no one saw it coming, don’t blame yourself for this.” She sips her coffee, before spinning around to face Lucky directly.

“Glad to see we have… ‘hero’, I guess. What’s your name?” She states, not bothering to introduce herself in return. She grasps onto the cup of coffee with both hands, huddling up into the corner of the sofa.

She has a point, yet the sense of responsibility within him makes it difficult for him to relieve himself of his stress on the matter.

“Well, y’know, I’m a pretty durable guy -- better me than anyone else, right? I’d be able to walk somethin’ like that off like a champ! Not that Harukkun is weak or anything, just... y’know...”

He pounds a fist to his chest, as if to prove it -- but he’s certainly not made of metal or anything of the sort.

“Who, me? Just call me Rakki Komiya -- just call me Lucky! I’m here for all the really super awesome good deeds I’ve committed as a vigilante! What about you? Somethin’ to do with that board game you’re playin?”

Kenta looked over at the other student in confusion.

“’Scuse me? I didn’t get stabbed, dude.”

That sure wasn’t the response he had been expecting. Especially when he was the one that had initially planned to confront the guy.

But then he realized what was going on. He must have mistaken him for that other guy… Uh… What was his name again… Ah well.

“Ah that’s it. You must be thinking of the wrong guy. The kid in the cap was the one that got stabbed. I’m perfectly fine, as you can see. A perfect specimen if you will.”

There’s been a small misunderstanding between the two of them, he realizes after blinking in confusion for a second or several.

“No, no you totally were stabbed! Multiple times! More than once, y’know? Like, not here, but....”

And then he realizes something else that’s strange.

“You were in a Hope’s Peak uniform! Isn’t that weird?! You, like, don’t remember goin’ to Hope’s Peak, right? Like, before waking up to all of this?”

He’s gesturing wildly now, realizing that he should probably take a moment to explain himself, clear the air, as it were, of things that might further convolute their conversation (which... really should’ve happened first, but better late than never, right?).

“Joking joking! I’m not,” Namiko pauses, “ehh, tallist? Heightist? I dunno, I didn’t think this metaphor through and now I feel vaguely problematic…”

She pauses to scuff her toe in the ground, but it isn’t from any sort of guilt.

“Hey hey, Lucky-kun? Do you think this entire scenario is real?”

“Like… doesn’t this totally feel kinda whack? Almost like some sort of big ol’ prank… we’ve been swept up and we’re in this life-sized toy box where kids teleport and we’ve got a fairy tale like witch castin’ curses and shit. Not even mentioning the whole killing game thing, like, kek?” She laughs a little. “Man… we are teens.”

“…but I’m probably being hopeful. This is the sort of thing where we need to keep our heads down and not panic, yeah? A ‘roll with the punches’ sort of deal, mwehehe.”

“I guess I just wanna hear Lucky-kun’s opinion!”

With a short laugh, Lucky ruffles her hair, his hand lingering on her head as he ponders the question.

“Mm... to be honest... I don’t want it to be, buuuuut...”

It’s something of a problem, really. To say he thinks it seriously might cause more anxiety, but to say that he didn’t... well, that would be plain irresponsible, now, wouldn’t it?

“A hero’s always gotta stay alert! What’s that my dad’s always sayin’ whenever I don’t wanna take my umbrella to school? Oh, right! Better to have it ‘n not need it, than need it ‘n not have it -- same thing applies here!”

“If it’s the real deal, then you have my word that no one’ll get hurt -- not on my watch, Namicchan! I’ll make sure everyone’s well-behaved ‘n that the only one cryin’ is that Monokumi-san because we won’t play by her rules! Authority already gives me some sorta headache, but this is outright tyranny she’s tryna pull, y’know? Won’t stand for it, no way, no how!”

He puffs out his chest, arms akimbo. 

“LUCKY-KUUUN–!”

It’s a cannonball that hits the taller boy right in his knees, Namiko stopping just short of headbutting him in the stomach before settling for a painfully tight hug instead.

“See? I called you by the proper name, right? So there’s no crying today!”

“Unless you wanna cry ‘cause you’re in a killing game, which like, I get. If I wasn’t so epic I think I’d cry too, but the doctors removed my tear glands when I was born because they knew I’d be a star that shines so bright I couldn’t cry cause that’d make other people waaay too sad otherwise.”

“…just kidding! Did I get you going for a second, there? Mwehehe, my little brother was really gullible and fell for shit like that all the time.”

“UUUAHHHH Namiko-chan how did you know?! How did you know that I was totally on the verge of tears until you came along to squeeze all the sadness right out of me!”

It’s all overplayed, pseudo-sadness, but it’s clear he’s amused.

“Nyahahaha just kidding ☆ But you totally knew that, you’re super duper clever~! You’re not the only one allowed to make jokes like that, though kehehehe!”

He lets out another laugh as she kicks at his shins, expression falling into another of mock-sorrow.

Kioku sat in the common room, a game of chess set up in front of her. It looked like it was half-played. Kioku kept spinning the board around, then moving a white piece; then spun it around again and moved a black piece… Was she playing chess all by herself? Hell yeah she was! In her other hand she cupped a mug of coffee, slowly sipping on it. She didn’t look too good… her hair was a mess and there were bags under her eyes.

She looked up upon seeing someone enter the room - It was the guy that helped Haruto! She greeted him by holding up her cup of coffee and smiling.

“Hey.” Great conversation starter. She turned back to her game, moving another white pawn.

“Thank you for jumping in and helping Haruto-san… It seems you’re a natural leader type.” She sipped her coffee once more, looking at Lucky out of the corner of her eye.

At the sight of the chess board the vigilante makes to slowly back out of the room -- he preferred nearly everything else over the intellectual sport of chess -- before he’s addressed directly, his ego once again rooting him to the spot as he cracks a wide grin.

“It was no problem ☆ !”

He flashes a peace sign, entering the room and trying not to look at the board.

“It’s only natural for a hero to take his place at the center of commotion!”

He lets out a light laugh before seeming to realize something, expression on his face hardening.

After the motive was revealed, Kenta just kinda sat there with a confused, unamused look on his face.

“Huh… Neat, I guess.”

He didn’t exactly seem that bothered by the whole thing, nor did he really seem to have any interest in trying it out and seeing what memories he mght recover. The fact that the woman pitching the moment had to keep going ‘no guys, I swear these are real memories’ just made it obvious that they were fake. So what was even the point.

Instead he noticed someone else standing around after the motive had cleared. He moved towards the other student, Lucky to be specific, and confronted him head on.

“Hey, what are you still doing hangin’ out here. And don’t think I don’t know that you think that I know that you think you’re the coolest guy around here. Well you’re n-”

“Wait… I definitely said that wrong, didn’t I…”

He takes a second to process all of that, it’s a little difficult for him, this conundrum of tangled words that’ve been hurled at him at a speed and frequency that he definitely isn’t used to before he seems to reach a conclusion:

“Th-that totally isn’t important right now! You--”

He takes a step forward, pointing an unreasonably accusatory finger towards the other.

“You’re that guy! The one that got stabbed! Like, I totally saw it with my own two eyes! In that weird -- tent -- thing?! Like, that was definitely you are you, like, okay?! After getting stabbed like that?! You’re not a ghost right?! Because that’d be totally awesome --!”

Our vigilante’s name might have been Lucky, but Ayumu was the one considering himself lucky for the timing of the chance encounter. He hadn’t really realized he was lost until it was pointed out for him, but that didn’t make it any less fortunate…!

“Yeah, you are… heroes show up when people need them, right? Which you did, and you even look like one…”

It’s not explicit, but Ayumu is absolutely referring to his height on that one. This man is incredibly tall, and it makes him feel incredibly safe. He doesn’t protest while he’s getting towed along, although with his sluggish pace there’s a non-negligible chance it’s almost more like he’s getting dragged. Even if that is the case, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Oh… I don’t know. I think it sounds kind of cool, I guess… I think the chemist here is really going to like it though, right…? 

He vaguely remembers talking to someone who seemed like they’d enjoy it. Todoroki, right…? That was probably right. He could just check the cast page, but he doesn’t.

“Wow, you must be really smart, aha… I’m glad you showed up, then.”

Ayumu is walking ego fodder. You could probably do a grade school magic trick in front of him and he’d think it was cool.

“What kinds of other cool hero stuff do you do, Lucky-san…?”

As if his ego couldn’t get any bigger -- Lucky is practically on the moon after hearing Ayumu’s comments, his step light, he’s nearly skipping, and completely unbothered by the fact that he’s getting them more and more lost within a maze that’s probably relatively simple.

“You got that right nyahaha! With how strong I grew up to be, it was practically destiny ☆”

He notices that they’re approaching what looks like a hut and stops, turning them right back around and hoping that the other hasn’t taken notice.

“Yeaaah, that’s a little weird, though, isn’t it? That, like, we got all these rooms that’re kind of tailored to people’s interests? I mean, I guess they really don’t want us to get bored...”

There’s an edge of disappointment in his tone, like he wishes there was a room that appealed specifically to his particular interests -- but it’s good to branch out and learn new things, isn’t it?

True to form, Ayumu had indeed gotten… ah, incredibly turned around in the maze. He wouldn’t have said he was lost, no, but he also wouldn’t say he knew where he was. It was okay, though, he’d get out eventually… probably. If he paid more attention to his surroundings than thinking the flowers were pretty, he might have been able to get out sooner rather than later, but luckily for him there was a saving grace in the form of everyone’s favourite vigilante. 

“Eh…?”

He doesn’t seem particularly taken aback by the semi-sudden appearance of Lucky, nor the sudden arm around his shoulder. In fact, once it’s happened and he’s had a moment to process it, he sort of just… leans into it. Lucky’s there and going to get him out of there, so obviously he’s going to stick close to his new saviour(?) now. 

“Oh… yeah, I’m not really sure which way is out from here…”

“Thank you, Lucky-san… you’re my hero.”

His very tall hero. Probably the tallest person he’s ever met, actually, though he doesn’t seem to take note of that. He tucks his stuffed sheep under one arm and kind of just… shuffles a little closer to Lucky. Ayumu has been recruited as a follower.

Aha! So he’s actually lost! That was a good thing for our vigilante at least, who lets out an audible sigh of relief that he probably should’ve kept to himself.

He doesn’t contemplate how he’s going to get the two of them out of here -- he doesn’t have the chance as the others’ words seem to inflate his ego about the size of the entire garden in an instant.

“R-Really? I’m your hero?”

-- As if his ‘I’m a hero!’ shtick hadn’t been shouted outright following Haruto’s injury. Still, the remark clearly has him in high spirits as he continues along the path, Ayumu in tow in absolutely the wrong direction.

“So, you have any interest in chemistry? That’s what this place is called, right? I dunno a thing about it but I thought it’d be fun to check out! Juuust to cover my bases! That’s part of my job, knowin’ what’s what! Too bad about the maze, though, right? If not for my great sense of direction I’d probably get lost in here too ☆”

It’s some time after he’s ensured that Haruto is properly taken care of and he’s back to slinking around, trying to process what had just happened.

He doesn’t really mean to end up in the Chemist Research Lab, and to be frankly honest, he doesn’t really feel like he wants to be here either, not after he realizes the place is something of a maze.

“Oh, c’mon–”

He wouldn’t say he’s lost, no way! Not him, protector of the Setagaya Ward who knew the place like the back of his hand! No, it isn’t him who’s lost but rather…

“Noooo way, are you lost?! You poor thing!”

Rushing over to the other person he’d spotted wandering around, he’s quick to loop an arm around his shoulder, face and voice full of a concern that’s totally real, honest!

He’s not dead yet.

It’s all happening a little too fast, he thinks. One second he’s being introduced to someone he’d dub his ‘favorite type of person,’ and the next one of his classmates is taking a sword to the back.

“… … …”

He blinks once, blinks twice, blinks the shock right out of his expression.

“Alright, nobody panic, the hero has arrived ☆” 

Pounding a fist into his open palm Athena Cykes style, speaking as if he wasn’t already there to begin with, he quickly approaches the fallen Haruto to assess the damage – no squibs, this wound was real.

“Tch.”

Quickly he shoves off his jacket, ties it tight around the other’s waist and continues to apply pressure, still the bleeding as much as he can. The expression on his face is uncharacteristically serious as he addresses the others.

“Huh–?”

“Haha! Cool moves, bro!” 

Kai is obviously no match for Lucky’s skill, and his hold, if strong, is inexperienced. It’s easy enough to break, of course! Not that Kai really minds– playful wrestling is one of the most fun things to do, besides surfing!

“It was a good try! But my little brothers and sisters are always trying to sneak up on me like that, I’m kinda used to it! ‘Sides… if you’re sneaking around like that, then doesn’t that make you kinda a fiend? Oh, wait… doesn’t that mean pal? Aw, you got me all mixed up, man!”

It’s hard to surprise someone so dense… he just seems to let everything roll right off his back. Like water from… whatever water rolls off of. 

“Lucky, huh? That’s a cool nickname! I’m Holokai Kahananui, but you can call me Kai!”

His eyebrows raise at the mention of the other’s siblings.

“Whoa you mean you got more than one sibling?! Wooow... no wonder your senses are so sharp! You the oldest? Dunno if I could handle a responsibility like that, but I guess it is good training...”

His priorities are good, as usual. 

“Hm? Well I guess bein’ a fiend and bein’ a pal aren’t mutually exclusive... and depending on who you ask I might just be both ☆”

He flashes a peace sign as if what he’s just said is something totally mysterious and intriguing but what it really means is that he’s some brand of troublemaker.

“Kai, huh? That’s --”

Processing... 

This is the epitome of a certain feeling; a catalyst, even. It gets Namiko’s blood to a boil if she’s being perfectly under dramatic about it, and perhaps that’s what makes it all the more relieving to kill a few hours in the so-called “War Room”. It’s a pleasant enough place, really, until she winds up kicking a metal chest when she intended to kick a horse and hurts her toe like, real bad.

“I’m gonna… fuckin’… lose my mind in this place…”

“EauGHUU!!”

The second bit is something punctuated only by the realization that there’s someone else in the room with her, a very tall someone, in fact, and it sets off an entire new scrambling shenanigan as Namiko tries to find a bit of semblance before she pulls herself up to her full four foot nine height.

“So… who’re you, man? Hey hey, you’ve got dyed hair too so like,” she motions at her trail of hair and then back at his, “as the kids say, kin, nyeh.”

“Talent… talent talent, you’ve got to be in here for a talent, right? Well,” she puffs her chest out, “I dunno who you are, but I’m Namiko Nakasone, yeah? Officially the Super High-School Level Narrator, secretly the Super High-School Level Rock Star, but that’s between you and me, ya know? Kek.”

“Holy shit they really make people this small?!”

... Or, maybe not. He’s eyeing the narrator, circles around her like a vulture as he tilts side to side, trying to take in her frame which is apparently so tiny he can scarcely believe it. He’s even pulled out his glasses which are really just shades and have no effect on his vision whatsoever. Jerk.

After a good look he stops in front of her, arms akimbo and an insufferably huge grin on his face.

“Nyeheh so you can tell that it’s dyed huh?”

As if ... it wasn’t obvious given the two tone nature of his hair. At her next statement, however he removes the shades, almost in shock as he does a double-take.

“Whooooa you for real? Is that why you sound way familiar? Amazing!”

It’s difficult to tell whether he’s being genuine or not but he holds a hand out nonetheless like he believes her.

“Man it’s a huge honor to meet you! I’m just a humble vigilante -- just call me Lucky I’ll cry if you don’t ☆” 

Kai is doing his rounds, making his way through all the rooms. The war room is actually his last stop, and probably the one that confuses him the most. He’s not really sure what a war room is, but it probably has something to do with that little kid with the sword. Why did that little kid have a sword, anyway? 

He’s cut off in his very articulated musings by a loud raspberry in his ear, causing him to jump vertically about three feet in the air. 

“ʻEkemu!”

Nice going, Lucky. You scared the Japanese out of him.

However, the surfer reacts quickly. As the oldest of five, he’s no stranger to being startled by weird noises and snuck up on. In a quick, albeit clumsy, maneuver, he reaches back and attempts to grab his assailant in a headlock, as he would do to one of his little brothers.

“Hah! Gotcha–!”

Unworried about the fact that this is a stranger, Kai drives his knuckles into the attacker’s scalp.

“Noogie noogie noogie– say uncle!”

Eke-- huh? He doesn’t have time to attempt to repeat the unfamiliar word before he’s found himself in a headlock.

“No, nooooo I’m sorry! Don’t do that my poor hair that I spent hours styling to perfection---!”

He struggles for a few moments and then stops, allowing himself to go limp in the other’s arm and twisting his head as much as it’ll go to address his companion.

“Juuust kidding ☆”

He puts up a peace sign and breaks free of the headlock in one fluid and probably dangerous (but he’s not worried!) motion, bouncing on his feet as he creates a small gap.

“Wooow you didn’t even act super surprised! Kinda hurt my feelings you know? I worked suuuuper hard in order to sneak up on you all quiet-like and here you are, putting me in a headlock like I’m some kinda fiend! Is that any way to treat your friendly, neighborhood spider-man adjacent buddy?”

By his tone he’s clearly joking... hopefully.

“Name’s Rakki Komiya, by the way. Just call me Lucky, everyone does!”

Let’s get this straight: he’s dead? Yeah, right.

“NYAHAHAHA! Funny show, kids, but I’m not that easy to fool ☆”

Patron heroes, curses – sounded to him like he got transported right into an episode of Aura Battler Dunbine which… would actually be pretty cool. If stuff like that was actually possible, that is.

He takes is leave of the main hall, wandering aimlessly with no apparent goal aside from peeking inside the multitude of hallways and doors (when applicable) before making his way to the “War Room.”

It isn’t so much the things that’re in the room that catch his eye (although, they do linger for a moment or so on the plush horses – What’s up with that?), but rather the totally unsuspecting person that hasn’t noticed him yet – He knows what he has to do.

Approach quiet – Just like on the job, is what he’d say – he jumps behind the unsuspecting stranger and blows a raspberry behind their head.

“Pttbttbb– !”