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Characters: Mondo Oowada and yoooou
Setting: All around the tower
Format: Starting with action, but I can match
Summary: Trying to be a good guy and help everyone live through the event
Warnings: Possible violence/death/etc for the 18th-19th and 20th-22nd options

October 10th - 17th

[All around the tower, no matter where he is, Mondo (in a werewolf costume) will be more than happy to give away the contents of his bucket, or to kill some monsters if he doesn't have enough candy, to fill the buckets of others. Anyone. The first priority is Chihiro, but once that's out of the way, he doesn't care who it is, he's going to help them, he can't let them die. Not when he's the one who was executed for murder, if anyone should die, it's him. Not that he wants to, but that doesn't change the priority level.

Well, he might not bother helping people who look like they can handle themselves more than easily. But anyone he knows, and anyone who small, weak, or average looking...will definitely get his bucket thrust in their face with the offer to take as much as they need.]

October 18th-19th

[Mondo knew he would die, but...he hadn't been expecting this result at all. When he wakes up on the 18th, suddenly he's become a werewolf, snout, fur, teeth, claws and all. Well, there is some fur missing. And then there's that small urge, like a tick in the back of his mind, to use those teeth and claws. The carnivorous instinct is small enough at first that he can control himself, but even so, it takes a great amount of effort. And besides that, he knows the way he looks would scare too many people.

So, for these days, anyone looking for candy might find a pile of it suddenly behind them. He'll try to push it forward while their backs are turned so he can run away unnoticed and therefore able to control himself, but...]

October 20th-22nd

[For the most part, as his control over himself diminishes, Mondo will be locking himself up in his room - or floors no one should want to be on if his roommates are around.

The plan is to seclude himself, but, that might not be so easy. He'll bare his teeth at anyone who approaches him, but to keep him engaged past that might be dangerous.]

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[Mondo's found a good spot to sit and attempt to wait it out. There's wall at his back and not a meter from either side, so it's about the best he can do without sitting in a box. The walls may be covered with Daiya's final moments, almost like a film reel, but it's alright as long as he doesn't look up...and besides that, it's better than the corner where he came across painting of Ishimaru crying during his trial. Even if he doesn't hold it against Mondo, he probably can't ever stop feeling guilty for letting him down like that.

So, he just sits there, not thinking anyone would want to venture too far into the gallery.]

[Yet venture he does. Ishimaru's determined to stay on each floor until he's explored every last nook and cranny and made sure he hasn't missed any possible chance of survival, which is almost ironic considering the risks he's taking by exploring some of these areas. Luckily, the gallery seems to be safe.

Seems.

It's not long before he turns a corner and realizes he's not as alone as he originally thought. He lifts his gaze just enough to determine whether it's a friend or foe - with most of the tower's residents wearing outrageous costumes, it's hard to tell. But this is a costume he's seen before.

Only it's... different. It's become something downright grotesque. He can't help but think of how Naegi looked when he last saw him, and the way he was acting...

His eyes must be playing tricks on him, or else he's unknowingly looking at one of the paintings he was warned about. Maybe he's even gone completely mad. But he hopes otherwise. His voice is hoarse, as though he hasn't spoken much in the past few days:]

...Brother?

[He doesn't even care about how awkward it would be if it was someone else. He won't accept that as a possibility.]

[Mondo tenses when he hears what is clearly Ishimaru's voice. It would be obvious enough even if he hadn't said 'brother'. That's about the last person he wants to see him right now.

He keeps his head down and says nothing in hopes that Ishimaru will go away on his own, without having to know it is his brother, and without being hurt.]

[No response...? Not some deadly monster waiting to attack him, or even someone else's voice telling him he's mistaken. For all Ishimaru knows, this could very well be a corpse.

...This could be Mondo's corpse.

Is it better to have some kind of confirmation, or to leave it a mystery that will no doubt plague him over the coming weeks? Nothing would change the fact that he's dead, anyway. But... Ishimaru has to know for sure. Maybe what he thinks is a corpse is actually just barely breathing, and there's a chance to do some good and save them, no matter who they are.

He takes a few steps closer, prepared to shake who may-or-may-not be Mondo by the shoulder if he has to.]

[No, he wasn't supposed to keep coming closer, that should have told Ishimaru to leave and find somewhere else to look for candy. Definitely not come closer to Mondo as he is.]

Fuck-- get out of here! No more candy around here, so just get out!

[He raises his head, snarling as he bares his teeth through the snout that's formed in place of his nose and mouth.]

[That definitely startles him-- corpses aren't supposed to just shout like that! But instead of running away, he just freezes in his tracks, wide-eyed. He'd wanted nothing more than to find out Mondo was alive after all, but this...

His gaze is transfixed on the snout; it's uncanny, the way it moves. It looks so much more real than before.]

...What's... happened to you...?

[Snarl all you want, Mondo. As unnerving as it is, Ishimaru takes yet another step closer.]

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[He bites down on his tongue, trying to come up with some way to explain. This is the first of the terrible experiments - or whatever the administrators see them as - that Ishimaru's experienced, that doesn't make it very easy to explain. Especially when this is the first time anything has happened to Mondo himself.]

...Just get going, somebody else'll tell you.

What? I won't leave you like this! The how isn't important right now. I'll take you to the infirmary... and...

[And what? What can they do about something like this? Surgery, or something? He's grasping. But there's absolutely no way he can just walk away from Mondo like this. What if he loses him again?

By now he's close enough to crouch in front of Mondo, unable to tear his gaze away from that horrible snout.]

Stand up, now...!

[Suddenly, he grabs Ishimaru's arms, the long, claw-like nails digging in.]

I fucking told you to get lost! Think this's a joke?!

[He grits his teeth at the sharp pain, but it's not nearly enough to deter him. If Mondo's going to be stubborn about this, he'll just have to be more so.]

No, I think it's very serious! We need to get you help.

[He very firmly grips both of Mondo's shoulders.]

I will drag you if I need to!

Who the hell's gonna help this?! Never gonna happen, you got any ideas, huh?! Ain't just that I look like this either...!

What is it then? You can't stay up here alone, with the way people have been acting lately...

You stupid or something?! That's why I gotta stay here alone!! Shouldn't you be watching Fujisaki or something?!

[A low growl escapes him despite his best efforts. This is going on too long, and the full moon is getting too close, controlling himself is what he most wants to do, but also the most difficult thing to do. He sinks his nails into Ishimaru's arm without thinking in an attempt to get ahold of himself - but as those claws draw even just the slightest bit of blood, the scent quickly reaches his nose.]

[His hands move to one of Mondo's wrists, trying to pull those claws away before the wounds go any deeper. It's painful, but probably not being done on purpose...]

Fujisaki-kun thinks you're dead. The state he is in right now is why I ventured here in the first place! We should let him know the truth!

[Is the truth much better? It means Mondo's still alive, no matter how twisted, so Ishimaru thinks it is.]

[The only reaction he can give is to lash out - pulling his wrist away to shake Ishimaru off, only to bring those claws down on him, slashing across his cheek.]

[That one... was definitely on purpose.

Ishimaru claps a hand to his cheek in surprise, looking absolutely bewildered. Crouching isn't really an easy position to get up and run from (especially in these boots), so he just kind of falls onto his butt. He's too stunned to do much else right now anyway.

This can't be right. There's no way his brother would hurt him under any circumstances. But he glances down to his fingers, already bloody, and it's harder to think of any other excuses. No, it has to be the same as whatever's making everyone else act so strangely!]

This... This isn't you, Brother! What's come over you?!

[This definitely isn't a good time for 'I told you so'. Though normally Mondo just might do it anyway. But by now, he can't even keep enough composure to do that.

He stares down at Ishimaru, drawing up to his full height for just a moment before hunching over and snarling. In the back of his mind, it's still him, and knowing that hurts, knowing what he's going to do, and to Ishimaru of all people, but being entirely unable to stop himself. The administrators are sick. Even worse than Monobear.

Before he can even manage to finish his thought, he finds himself lunging forward, grabbing on to Ishimaru's head with one hand, and throat with the other.]

[Of all the questions running through Ishimaru's head, most of them can be summed up as Why? Mondo gave his word he wouldn't do something like this... Well, if he can't keep that promise himself, Ishimaru's just going to have to do whatever it takes to ensure it isn't broken.

Even if that means punching him as hard as he can.]

[While Ishimaru certainly isn't weak, as he is, Mondo's entirely too committed to ripping out his brother's throat. That meaning, the punch causes him to stop for a moment, and throws him off, but it also means he ends up digging in his fingers to keep hold of Ishimaru. And a moment later, turns back to him, baring his fangs in all the more of a frenzy.]

[His full force wasn't enough, huh. Maybe he deserves this if he wasn't good enough to stop it.

He stares at those yellowed teeth, wondering just how sharp they are, before moving his gaze to Mondo's eyes. He has to still be in there, somewhere.]

Please... Oowada-kun!!

[Not since the trial has he felt so pathetically desperate. But it's funny; he's less afraid of his own death than of what might happen to Mondo afterwards.]

[He stops for a moment, clenching his teeth together as he returns Ishimaru's gaze. It's faint, but even so, briefly, he grimaces as if in pain. What little of himself he can muster knows an apology isn't nearly enough, but he hopes his brother can catch the silent apology - but not to take it as a plea for forgiveness.]

[He's never been any good at reading people. But the hesitation is enough to give him the faintest hope...

Just enough hope to twist itself into a crushing despair when he realizes that he can still feel Mondo's claws digging into his flesh as relentlessly as before. He's not going to stop after all, and Ishimaru finally gets that.

All that comes out when he tries to speak is gross sobbing. He brings his hands up to the one around his throat instead, giving it a squeeze.

I don't blame you.]

[Slowly at first, his fingers begin to curl, biting deeper. He swallows hard and grinds his teeth, still trying to fight it. But he can still smell blood, even more so now, if only it would go away, there might be some hope, at least. But as he realises that fact, it only furthers the animal instincts taking over him.

But it's not the blood itself he craves, it's the kill. Though he can feel his fingers crushing and cutting into Ishimaru's throat, and it would result in his death...that wouldn't be satisfying at all. Part of him wishes it could be, to spare his friend in some small way, but it isn't.

Suddenly, his jaws open as he leans forward, clamping down on Ishimaru's neck. His teeth sink in - for what to his rational mind feels like an eternity, but in reality is nothing more than a split second - and he jerks his head back up, tearing it apart.]

[What's meant to be a scream is only a gargling instead, blood bubbling from his mouth and the gaping wound in his neck. But it only hurts for a few seconds - either the pain's so intense that his mind can't even fully process it, or else the blood loss is enough that he actually can't feel anything anymore. His hands fall away from Mondo's, twitching a few times before going limp entirely with the rest of his body.

Even after his heart stops, some shred of consciousness lingers while the brain clings to the last bit of oxygen available. His last thought before it fades is only that he's sorry.]

[For a few moments after Ishimaru stops moving, he feels great satisfaction. And, having satisfied that urge, the bloody instinct begins to fade.

Yes, for a short while it's a great feeling, and his first thought is to apologise to Ishimaru and tell him it's alright now, he's managed to get ahold of himself. But that's exactly when what's just happened fully sinks in. He pulls away, staring in horror at Ishimaru's body, his mangled throat, the blood on his own hands, even on his chest - and as he realises where it's dripping down from, suddenly it hits him, he can taste it.]

Sh-shit...!! H-hey, Ishimaru...!

[Mondo grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him desperately. As he bites down on his lip, at least the lingering taste in his mouth is replaced with his own blood. It might be just the same, but not to him at this moment. It's entirely different.]

...Brother-!

[He attempts to fight back tears, but it doesn't take long for him to fail. He killed his older brother, murdered Fujisaki, and now, slaughtered Ishimaru. Even after swearing to both Ishimaru and Chihiro he wasn't going to kill anyone, and telling them it was stupid to even have to swear, because of course he would never do that. All he did was hurt the ones he most cared about and looked up to. Ishimaru and Chihiro forgave him so easily, but really, he wasn't deserving of any forgiveness, he would only end up repeating the same actions, always. Recently he had come to accept everything he had done and tried to improve himself, but now he realised that was impossible. He's weak.]

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sobs

drinks your tears

ah, allow me to bottle them for you

They will keep me young forever...

The fountain of youth is in my tears

Maybe I'll sell them on e-bay instead...

Along with a grilled cheese that looks like Jesus?

Fact: Way back when that was still a thing, I had a t-shirt of that...

You, sir, are amazing

I don't think amazing is the word...

let me think about that...no I'm pretty sure it is

You have poor taste in what is amazing

um I don't think so

Then you are wrooong

excuse you but I'm always right

I KINDA DOUBT THAT!!

...:( rude. Also I hate that I recognise where that icon's from

I can recognize where a bunch of your icons are from :( WE HAVE A PROBLEM

y e p almost all of them, and it hurts, because many are sad things

Even the happy things are depressing, thanks DR...

sometimes they're depressing because they're happy...

That's ALWAYS the reason.

WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY

The fate of every dingle romper.

sobs violently