02 - second swing... oh god why

[axeforasong]

Characters: Mayu
Setting: Floor 15, Elevators, Dorms
Format: Brackets; will match
Summary: Thanks to Ryuunosuke, Mayu is now trying to mount a decapitated pony head to a piece of wood so she can hang it up in her room. Really.
Warnings: J-Just read the summary...

Floor 15
[Following the advice given by the helpful man in the library, she had found her way to Floor 15. Bearing 1x axe and 1x dead pony head. She sets the head down carefully and respectfully before mentally measuring by eye and looking for an appropriately sized piece of wood. Use the wood-carving tools? What for! She has an axe right there.

Mayu can be found, accordingly, carefully shaping a large chunk of wood into a headboard using her axe blade as a chisel with practised ease. It's... actually coming out rather well...]

Elevators
[oh look, an enclosed space with a midget, an axe and a mounted pony's head. That's still bleeding a little. Who wants to share the ride]

Dorms and Room 1-09
[Yep, this is sure getting mounted above her bed. Using the flat of her axe as a hammer to bash the nails in no less. Stop her, stare, revive to an unpleasant surprise... all up to you.]

Comments

elevator

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer stares not so much at the pony head, but at the piece of wood it's mounted to.]

So...uh...what's with the wood?

[axeforasong]

Is head-board. Mounting.

[puppy_lancer]

Oh. Like, making it easier to hang up, right?

[axeforasong]

Exactly, exactly! Carved myself!

[puppy_lancer]

Nice work. Man, I'm gonna need to ask you to teach me how to carve one. So I can mount my head I've got lying around.

Elevator!

[gradosfinest]

[It's funny really. Since the shadow children finally relented, Amelia's been entirely too lost in thought to actually do much aside from half-assedly practice some and then wander around lost in deep thoughts and introspection. So when she steps onto the elevator she honestly doesn't really notice at first, her train of thought going a little something as follows.

"I couldn't protect any of them. They were right, weren't they?"

"What if she doesn't come back? She has to, right?"

"That girl standing next to me is carrying a severed pony head mounted on a piece of wood."

"Maybe if I'd just tried har-- wait what"

... slowly her head turns towards Mayu, simply staring at her for a moment before taking one very, very deliberate step towards the wall of the elevator.]

Um. Ma'am? What... are you doing? [For a moment the sheer absurdity of what she's looking at is enough to shove the entirety of her introspection to the side for the moment.]

[axeforasong]

[Mayu just shrugs]

Taking elevator.

Floor 15

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Sup? Veronica is just going to quietly appear, like she usually does. She peers over Mayu's shoulder at her work.]

Is... is that a head?

[axeforasong]

Well, is mounting board for head. [mostly at the moment it's a half-hewn block that's only just started taking the right shape. The head is just lying there until she's ready to mount it]

Work in progress, yes?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Just... she needs a moment.]

Uh... yeah. Where did you get a horse's head?

[axeforasong]

Pony. [the correction is almost automatic by this point]

Came in mail. Sent things to everyone yes? Was my pony back in Poland.

floor 15 ...this will be horrible

[justiceerror]

[now, he was constantly told by others to find his own path, to fight such urges that were deep within him, however.... he would never be able to fully do that, not now, not ever. he was a creature created thanks to fantasy, manifested from the theory of a culprit that killed everyone on an island and... oh, he really did it, and he enjoyed all of it.

their blood was so delicious, it felt amazing against his skin.

so as he sees this.. wonderful sight, he can't help but chuckle.]

Huhahaha....! Aah what's this what's this? What kind of hobby is this....? I wonder.

HORRIBLE IS WHAT I'M HERE FOR

[axeforasong]

[the headboard has taken a far more identifiable shape now! She's mostly just smoothing it out... as best as possible given it's with, y'know, an axe, but all things considered she's doing a very good job.

Mayu blinks after nearly mistaking him for Ryuunosuke for a moment, then shrugs.]

Not really 'hobby' so much... am carving?

[justiceerror]

...What are you carving? It seems so... fun.

[he stresses that last word, walking over to her with slow, careful steps.]

[axeforasong]

Is headboard!

[she moves to one side so the mostly-shaped block can be seen more clearly, axe twirling loosely in one hand]

For mounting heads, yes?

Floor 15 MAYU PLS

[diamondo]

[...What... is he witnessing...]

Mayu, what the fuck are you doing?

[He actually has a pretty good idea of what she's doing, so let him rephrase that:]

Where the hell did you get that head!?

ARE YOU SURPRISED?

[axeforasong]

[basically just trimming the board at this point. By axe. She's basically using it as a really big chisel.]

Is Kasztanka from Poland. Came in mail.

NOT REALLY, ACTUALLY

[diamondo]

[This is the craziest thing he's ever seen. And he's seen exploding stuffed bears.]

That's what you got in the mail!?

[The thing he got in the mail is in his pocket; he carries it around with him at all times. It's a good reminder of how much of a shitty person he is, which is something he needs from time to time! It's the list of voting results from the trail where he killed Mayu. Thankfully, he's not here to apologize about that again today, he's more preoccupied by the horse's head.]

What are you even gonna do with that?

honestly sending Mayu a head was just asking for black comedy...

[axeforasong]

[she moves aside so she can show him the headboard she's been carving. Isn't it good?]

Mount it.

Elevator

[sacrament_of_blood]

It is not often that Merciless sees someone else carrying a head, let alone one mounted upon a wood board. Not only that, but horses were something she had seen only in pictures. She had heard of far off settlements with horses, but never before had she seen one in person. After hesitating over whether it would be rude, she asks the most pressing question that comes to mind.

"May I pet the horse?"

It does not occur to her that the horse being dead might be a fact worth remarking upon.

[axeforasong]

"Is pony." Honestly she keeps having to correct people...

Either way, Mayu smiles cheerfully. "Of course!"

[sacrament_of_blood]

"I offer my apologies for the error. Never before had I seen one." She uses her habitually formal tone, but even that can't hide her eagerness as she reaches out to stroke the pony head.

[axeforasong]

It is, of course, not remotely warm, but being a real genuine (and still slightly bloody) pony head, it totally feels like the real thing!

"Ah, is fine! Don't want to insult it, yes?" She's sure the distinction between horses and ponies is really important when you're a pony.

room 1-09

[funnystory]

[Mayu might find that sometime during her work, one of her roommates slipped into the room without so much as a word. She barely even notices the project at first, settling herself onto her bed before finally deeming it worthy of comment.

Her expression is blank, voice devoid of any emotion. It's casual banter to pass the time, like talking about the state of the weather.]

...what are you doing?

[axeforasong]

Mounting.

[she steps back a minute to check her handiwork. Is that crooked...?]