[ She takes it, skimming over the pages. From the information gathered about the students here, it doesn't seem like there's any obvious connection between everyone that would have brought them here, but the idea that they might be connected in some way can't be ruled out just yet. She isn't surprised that this is the case, however, because nothing is ever that easy.
But her eyes widen slightly when she reads the notes about one of the student's deaths. This school seemed creepy—there was no doubt about that—but a death already?
She closes the notebook, handing it back to Kaito. ]
Thank you. This student, Kurt... All the information you have on his death is written down in this notebook, correct? [ She's going to get to the bottom of what exactly happened, if she can help it. ]
[with a nod, he takes his notebook from her and tucks it underneath one arm]
That's right. I learned everything secondhand from him, though.
[secondhand from Kurt, of course. the oddness of that statement registers with Kaito loud and clear (how can you learn about someone's death from the very person who supposedly died?), but he ignores it for now. people coming back from the dead was something he would have to get used to]
[his frown suddenly deepens]
But I believe he was killed by the same creature that killed Naoto-san and snatched up various students throughout the last week of June.
It varied from person to person. There was no discernible pattern between 'em.
[he flips his notebook open again, this time to the page where he jotted down notes of everything the door monster's victim's experienced]
Someone had an invisible stalker, and someone else attracted a lot of unwanted and violent attention from the female native students. I talked to a guy who had water turn inky black in his presence. . .
[ppppauses]
And then a bunch of doves suddenly and inexplicably burst into existence around me.
[that last one is, of course, not the whole story. but it's enough of it in Kaito's mind. Kirigiri doesn't need to know he saw a figure who looked just like his dead father, right? right]
You're right, there is no pattern. It's as if each effect was special for each person.
[ It's the only way she can explain away why everyone would see different things. And while it would be terrifying if that were the case, at least there's a reason behind everyone's being different.
And she wonders why his own sounds much lighter than everyone else's, like there may be more to it... But if he isn't going to say anything else, then she won't pry. ]
[he snaps his notebook shut and lets out a frustrated hum]
I don't like the implications of that. [he doesn't like people or beings or spirits or monsters or whatever knowing things about him that he usually keeps under lock and key]
Well. . . anyway! The attacks from the monster stopped after a few days. We haven't heard from it since the last week in June.
[ She doesn't like the implications of it either... After all, she tries hard to keep her innermost emotions hidden from everyone else. ]
It's fortunate it only lasted a few days. [ The fact that it happened at all is still unsettling, though. ] I wonder when something like it will happen again.
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[ She takes it, skimming over the pages. From the information gathered about the students here, it doesn't seem like there's any obvious connection between everyone that would have brought them here, but the idea that they might be connected in some way can't be ruled out just yet. She isn't surprised that this is the case, however, because nothing is ever that easy.
But her eyes widen slightly when she reads the notes about one of the student's deaths. This school seemed creepy—there was no doubt about that—but a death already?
She closes the notebook, handing it back to Kaito. ]
Thank you. This student, Kurt... All the information you have on his death is written down in this notebook, correct? [ She's going to get to the bottom of what exactly happened, if she can help it. ]
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That's right. I learned everything secondhand from him, though.
[secondhand from Kurt, of course. the oddness of that statement registers with Kaito loud and clear (how can you learn about someone's death from the very person who supposedly died?), but he ignores it for now. people coming back from the dead was something he would have to get used to]
[his frown suddenly deepens]
But I believe he was killed by the same creature that killed Naoto-san and snatched up various students throughout the last week of June.
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[ How odd. Kyouko feels like no matter how many questions she asks about this incident, it'll only become more confusing. ]
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Yeah. I was one of 'em. A friend of mine got snatched up, too.
[and to make matters even more confusing. . .]
Everyone who was snatched up but not killed experienced a weird effect when they woke up the next morning.
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...What sort of effect was it?
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[he flips his notebook open again, this time to the page where he jotted down notes of everything the door monster's victim's experienced]
Someone had an invisible stalker, and someone else attracted a lot of unwanted and violent attention from the female native students. I talked to a guy who had water turn inky black in his presence. . .
[ppppauses]
And then a bunch of doves suddenly and inexplicably burst into existence around me.
[that last one is, of course, not the whole story. but it's enough of it in Kaito's mind. Kirigiri doesn't need to know he saw a figure who looked just like his dead father, right? right]
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[ It's the only way she can explain away why everyone would see different things. And while it would be terrifying if that were the case, at least there's a reason behind everyone's being different.
And she wonders why his own sounds much lighter than everyone else's, like there may be more to it... But if he isn't going to say anything else, then she won't pry. ]
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[he snaps his notebook shut and lets out a frustrated hum]
I don't like the implications of that. [he doesn't like people or beings or spirits or monsters or whatever knowing things about him that he usually keeps under lock and key]
Well. . . anyway! The attacks from the monster stopped after a few days. We haven't heard from it since the last week in June.
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It's fortunate it only lasted a few days. [ The fact that it happened at all is still unsettling, though. ] I wonder when something like it will happen again.
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[Kaito replies with a touch of wryness in his voice]
You're not very optimistic, are you?
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I'm being realistic. We have to prepare for the worst.
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I've only been here a month, so I can't predict when the next "incident" will be. If there is another one.
[. . . he thinks there will be another one]
Right now, all we can do is wait.
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That, and preparing for the worst is all we can do. [ Which she hates to say, but it's the reality of the situation. ]
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It's not bad advice.
[there's a pause before he musters up one of his usual cheerful smiles. there was no point in dwelling on heavier things for long]
'M Kaito, by the way. Kuroba Kaito.
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Kyouko Kirigiri. Thank you for sharing information with me.