[Rufus hasn't seen his mother in many centuries—at least, not the mother from whom he inherited the colors of his hair and eyes. Seeing her like this in the flesh now, he can only convince himself that she's nothing but an illusion. After all, she passed away so many years ago.
Why is it that, no matter where he sees her nowadays, she never smiles? Why must misery dog her very existence at all times?
Well, he has a feeling as to why.
He stares back at the tortured image of his mother on the wall, unmoving.]
No matter how much his heart may ache, he's arrested by the simple fact that this has to be an illusion. He knows better. But the sentimental part of him continues to look at his mother while he coldly addresses the three girls.]
The noose was the same. He had to hang before Dorothy could cut him down. Rufus feels the knife in his hand and approaches the wall on the girls' right where the image of his mother is chained.]
[ The three girls fall quiet. Princess, still smiling pleasantly, will reach over to grab Dorothy's other hand. Very tightly.
Melanie continues to just look at Rufus... until she speaks. Her voice is weak, although it's hard to tell if that's from sickness or the whole disemboweled thing. ]
[ Dorothy pauses, glancing down at Princess and her tight grip on her hand.
What, does she think Dorothy would be able to stop him? She just shakes her head and doesn't move. Princess will probably let go when Rufus... finishes.
But it does make her feel a little sick to watch. ]
He never could fault his mother for her undying attachment to his father when he's the same way. Perhaps this is another quality he's inherited from her. No matter how painful or out of reach someone may be, love endures.
His grip around the knife tightens.]
. . . He already did.
[Despite everything, a part of him is happy about that.
In the next breath, he drives the knife above her gaping wound—between the ribs—into her heart.]
Dorothy will wait for Rufus to start moving before she heads out of the classroom with a grimly set expression, but why does the posse have to come with them. ]
[ This classroom is also full of students. They're all wearing the weird cult robes? They're also standing in a circle. In the middle, drawn on the ground in what is probably blood, are some strange symbols.
They all look up at the group as they enter. Princess steps forward. ]
[Well, nothing's going to happen if they dawdle. The two of them can deal with the consequences as they come. Dorothy can stay, because Rufus walks past her to enter the circle in her stead.]
However, the love is probably not mutual. When he steps into the circle, he will probably feel an odd sensation on his body. It's probably nothing? Until he looks at his left hand, and he still see that the skin on it is currently melting off. Still, probably nothing. ]
Dorothy makes some kind of noise before she remembers to use her words, and self-preservation stops her from just sprinting into the circle to drag him out.
[The skin melts, revealing the artificial components that make up most of said hand. Certain parts are connected to his nerves, so he does feel what's happening. He lifts his hand to assess the growing damage before looking over his shoulder.]
Progress will halt if I leave now. Please wait there.
Chise steps forward this time, her hand on her sword. She doesn't draw it, but she stares at Dorothy, as if she's giving her a warning about interference.
Meanwhile, Rufus will get to experience the same thing on his right hand now. But also, the blood on the ground seems to be glowing, so looks like something is happening. ]
[ Dorothy glares back, even as she stays put for now.
Which will really not be for long if anything worse(???) happens than his skin melting off(!!!).
For now, she looks like she's studying the symbols on the ground. Can they be smudged... are the students doing anything funky that could be interrupted... just asking for a friend ]
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Why is it that, no matter where he sees her nowadays, she never smiles? Why must misery dog her very existence at all times?
Well, he has a feeling as to why.
He stares back at the tortured image of his mother on the wall, unmoving.]
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This is the lesson. The mothers always die, don't they?
[ Melanie makes a soft gasping noise, and one of her hands reach out. ]
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[ She should probably not shake Princess, even her murderous doppelganger. Ange would be so scandalized.
... But Ange is also not here, so she shakes her anyway before she shoves her back.
God, can they just leave
Is there a door ]
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No matter how much his heart may ache, he's arrested by the simple fact that this has to be an illusion. He knows better. But the sentimental part of him continues to look at his mother while he coldly addresses the three girls.]
When does the lesson end?
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It ends when you end it.
[ Because the only door is the one they came from, and it won't open.
But Rufus will find that there is now a knife in his hand. His mother stares at him. ]
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[ Dorothy... doesn't have anything to say to that. Nothing she could really say would help him, anyway.
So instead she falls silent, frowning. ]
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The noose was the same. He had to hang before Dorothy could cut him down. Rufus feels the knife in his hand and approaches the wall on the girls' right where the image of his mother is chained.]
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Melanie continues to just look at Rufus... until she speaks. Her voice is weak, although it's hard to tell if that's from sickness or the whole disemboweled thing. ]
Maybe he'll come back now...?
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What, does she think Dorothy would be able to stop him? She just shakes her head and doesn't move. Princess will probably let go when Rufus... finishes.
But it does make her feel a little sick to watch. ]
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He never could fault his mother for her undying attachment to his father when he's the same way. Perhaps this is another quality he's inherited from her. No matter how painful or out of reach someone may be, love endures.
His grip around the knife tightens.]
. . . He already did.
[Despite everything, a part of him is happy about that.
In the next breath, he drives the knife above her gaping wound—between the ribs—into her heart.]
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There's a quiet moment, but then Princess lets go of Dorothy to clap her hands together. ]
It's time for the next lesson!
[ The door opens, but it looks like the three girls are going to follow them. ]
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Dorothy will wait for Rufus to start moving before she heads out of the classroom with a grimly set expression, but why does the posse have to come with them. ]
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Oddly enough, no one else in the hall seems to bother them. In fact, they're all looking away as they pass by, like they're nervous.
When they pass by a certain door, however, Princess, Beatrice, and Chise stop. ]
This one is next.
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Dorothy prefers not being approached though, and as they come to the next door, she merely looks at the three of them.
And sighs.
And into the classroom!! ]
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They all look up at the group as they enter. Princess steps forward. ]
Here we are! Into the circle.
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She's agreed to a lot but this just looks Problematic. ]
Afraid I'll have to pass.
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However, the love is probably not mutual. When he steps into the circle, he will probably feel an odd sensation on his body. It's probably nothing? Until he looks at his left hand, and he still see that the skin on it is currently melting off. Still, probably nothing. ]
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Dorothy makes some kind of noise before she remembers to use her words, and self-preservation stops her from just sprinting into the circle to drag him out.
For now. ]
Rufus!!
[ GET OUT OF THE CIRCLE YOU DEMONIC DUMBASS ]
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Progress will halt if I leave now. Please wait there.
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Chise steps forward this time, her hand on her sword. She doesn't draw it, but she stares at Dorothy, as if she's giving her a warning about interference.
Meanwhile, Rufus will get to experience the same thing on his right hand now. But also, the blood on the ground seems to be glowing, so looks like something is happening. ]
Very good! You're going to ace this exam!
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Which will really not be for long if anything worse(???) happens than his skin melting off(!!!).
For now, she looks like she's studying the symbols on the ground. Can they be smudged... are the students doing anything funky that could be interrupted... just asking for a friend ]
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Lowering his hands, he assess the blood on the ground.]
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