Heh, just might.
She will complain about ruined shoes after, though.
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Ah, no, she saw the pepper spray Sasha was holding and mistook it for paint. Made that more clear now. Using just "she" might have been a bit confusing, in retrospect.
Zahira's only weapon is probably her heels. Just remove those and give 'em imps a good stab!
Zahira's only weapon is probably her heels. Just remove those and give 'em imps a good stab!
Fyodor "Fedya" Vasnetsov
Fedya had just been about to raise his hand in greeting to the SHSL Gamer who had so enthusiastically offered him a hello, when something he hadn't in a million years expected to see happened; in a poof of unexplainable smoke, a black and white teddy bear had popped up from nowhere just in front of the sealed exit. And, as if its entrance hadn't been peculiar enough, it had also turned out the thing could talk - and walk, and even jump as it had launched into a sudden introduction, followed by an explanation on why the group had been gathered there. Apparently, they were there in order to live out the rest of their lives together, confined within the school walls - or kill someone trying to get out.
Hoo...
Now that... that was definitely far more interesting a reason for their lockup than he'd ever expected. His first reaction was, of course, to assume it was a lie. He was picky when it came to placing trust in the first place, so when presented with such a bizarre concept, was it any wonder he was suspicious? And yet, perhaps because the whole concept was as ridiculous as it was, Fedya found himself believing the stuffed toy. Truth was, more often than not, far more bizarre than fiction - he, if anyone, knew that. So for now, he'd assume the bear told the truth, especially since he was sure many others would do the same. Nobody would want to risk playing this off as a joke and dying, he presumed. The gun hanging from the ceiling was convincing motivator enough.
Still, threatening as the situation was, Fedya couldn't stop a small smile from forming on his lips. He'd come to the school in hopes of finding the oh-so-much-talked-about "truth" that he never believed in, and now suddenly found himself a participant in a game where the objective, should you pursue it, was to kill - and then lie about it. The irony was almost delicious. He would not find any truths here. He would find lies and deception, just like everywhere else in the world.
And he was fine with it.
He gave only a brief glance at the card they were given. He hadn't lied about his name for a reason, so there was no need for him to panic over it being displayed in his card. His face, too... while he had kept it hidden so far under the mask, there was no greater reason why he wouldn't want to show it. It was just more fun this way, was all. This card did nothing to bust any of his lies. He would be hardly deserving of his title if it did.
His three sizes though, ah, now that was a bit embarrassing.
Dieter Bauer
Dieter wasn't sure how to react.
How was one supposed to react when a plushie popped up and told you that if you didn't kill someone, you would never get out, anyway? The whole situation, the barred windows, the gun, the bear, and the ominous message he'd left them with... none of it made any sense. It felt like a psychological experiment of some sort and if so, he didn't really like standing on this side of the deal. Usually, he was the one doing the testing. Nothing helped you torture a person better than knowing their mind, after all. And so, if this was a similar experiment to seek out their weaknesses, he'd need to be careful. Very, very careful. Someone could be gauging every word and reaction he showed.
"But why..." He mumbled to himself as he took a better look at the card he'd been given, reading through and memorizing the rules as he went through them. Dieter turned the card in his hands, his own face staring back at him from the info screen displayed. He still wasn't sure if any of this was real or not, but he knew very well that it hardly mattered. If so much as one person believed in it and felt desperate enough to kill to get out, he could be in danger. Any of these people here could kill him at any time just to get out. Well...
Dieter took in a shaky breath to calm himself, and took another look at the faces of his classmates. No. Not any of these people. Most of them didn't look like they had it in them to kill - which made sense, of course. No normal people would be prepared to kill another. He'd seen that in his line of work. Even first time torturers seemed to have a hard time inflicting their first wound upon someone, silly as that seemed. But then, normally people weren't trapped in a school with a talking stuffed animal, and he was familiar with the effects panic and desperation had on the human mind. Killing another human wasn't difficult, and if you ever got your mind set to it enough, if you could just once cool your heart and do it, the second time wouldn't feel special. You wouldn't care anymore, not as much. And every time you did it, you would distance yourself from the act more and more, until it became just a line of work. Or, well, that's what he assumed. He'd never killed, just tortured. Heck, part of his job was to make sure the victim didn't die prematurely during interrogation. He didn't know how taking a life felt.
"Geez..." Dieter mumbled to himself, heart rate still fast and his mind a mess. Why was he thinking about stuff like that, anyway?
Just then, two people - both girls, surprisingly - tried to say how the group should calm down. Dieter agreed, and instantly found himself straightening his back. Yeah, the girls were right. Panicking hardly did them any good. Humans were easy prey when their emotions took over their mind.
Then the conversation shifted to talking about who wanted to leave and splitting up, as well as going to the cafeteria. At that Dieter scoffed a tad.
"I... I don't think there's anyone who'd actually... w-want to stay." It was weird - despite how collected his thoughts were in the face of a morbid situation like this, his words were still shaky. Just went to show death was far less intimidating to him than talking to people was. "Anyone who says o-otherwise is just... lying."
"That's true!" Fedya piped in just then, and Dieter grumbled at the sound of his voice. The guy sounded almost... happy.
"I think everyone'd like to get out. I would," Fedya continued, shrugging casually. "Ah, probably enough that I might kill one of you if I get the chance. I did happen to bring a knife with me, so it shouldn't be difficult! Hm, that is, not to say that people can't kill without a knife. Especially in this school, it should be easy." He pointed up at the gun.
Dieter gave him a silent, suspicious glare.
Fedya had just been about to raise his hand in greeting to the SHSL Gamer who had so enthusiastically offered him a hello, when something he hadn't in a million years expected to see happened; in a poof of unexplainable smoke, a black and white teddy bear had popped up from nowhere just in front of the sealed exit. And, as if its entrance hadn't been peculiar enough, it had also turned out the thing could talk - and walk, and even jump as it had launched into a sudden introduction, followed by an explanation on why the group had been gathered there. Apparently, they were there in order to live out the rest of their lives together, confined within the school walls - or kill someone trying to get out.
Hoo...
Now that... that was definitely far more interesting a reason for their lockup than he'd ever expected. His first reaction was, of course, to assume it was a lie. He was picky when it came to placing trust in the first place, so when presented with such a bizarre concept, was it any wonder he was suspicious? And yet, perhaps because the whole concept was as ridiculous as it was, Fedya found himself believing the stuffed toy. Truth was, more often than not, far more bizarre than fiction - he, if anyone, knew that. So for now, he'd assume the bear told the truth, especially since he was sure many others would do the same. Nobody would want to risk playing this off as a joke and dying, he presumed. The gun hanging from the ceiling was convincing motivator enough.
Still, threatening as the situation was, Fedya couldn't stop a small smile from forming on his lips. He'd come to the school in hopes of finding the oh-so-much-talked-about "truth" that he never believed in, and now suddenly found himself a participant in a game where the objective, should you pursue it, was to kill - and then lie about it. The irony was almost delicious. He would not find any truths here. He would find lies and deception, just like everywhere else in the world.
And he was fine with it.
He gave only a brief glance at the card they were given. He hadn't lied about his name for a reason, so there was no need for him to panic over it being displayed in his card. His face, too... while he had kept it hidden so far under the mask, there was no greater reason why he wouldn't want to show it. It was just more fun this way, was all. This card did nothing to bust any of his lies. He would be hardly deserving of his title if it did.
His three sizes though, ah, now that was a bit embarrassing.
Dieter Bauer
Dieter wasn't sure how to react.
How was one supposed to react when a plushie popped up and told you that if you didn't kill someone, you would never get out, anyway? The whole situation, the barred windows, the gun, the bear, and the ominous message he'd left them with... none of it made any sense. It felt like a psychological experiment of some sort and if so, he didn't really like standing on this side of the deal. Usually, he was the one doing the testing. Nothing helped you torture a person better than knowing their mind, after all. And so, if this was a similar experiment to seek out their weaknesses, he'd need to be careful. Very, very careful. Someone could be gauging every word and reaction he showed.
"But why..." He mumbled to himself as he took a better look at the card he'd been given, reading through and memorizing the rules as he went through them. Dieter turned the card in his hands, his own face staring back at him from the info screen displayed. He still wasn't sure if any of this was real or not, but he knew very well that it hardly mattered. If so much as one person believed in it and felt desperate enough to kill to get out, he could be in danger. Any of these people here could kill him at any time just to get out. Well...
Dieter took in a shaky breath to calm himself, and took another look at the faces of his classmates. No. Not any of these people. Most of them didn't look like they had it in them to kill - which made sense, of course. No normal people would be prepared to kill another. He'd seen that in his line of work. Even first time torturers seemed to have a hard time inflicting their first wound upon someone, silly as that seemed. But then, normally people weren't trapped in a school with a talking stuffed animal, and he was familiar with the effects panic and desperation had on the human mind. Killing another human wasn't difficult, and if you ever got your mind set to it enough, if you could just once cool your heart and do it, the second time wouldn't feel special. You wouldn't care anymore, not as much. And every time you did it, you would distance yourself from the act more and more, until it became just a line of work. Or, well, that's what he assumed. He'd never killed, just tortured. Heck, part of his job was to make sure the victim didn't die prematurely during interrogation. He didn't know how taking a life felt.
"Geez..." Dieter mumbled to himself, heart rate still fast and his mind a mess. Why was he thinking about stuff like that, anyway?
Just then, two people - both girls, surprisingly - tried to say how the group should calm down. Dieter agreed, and instantly found himself straightening his back. Yeah, the girls were right. Panicking hardly did them any good. Humans were easy prey when their emotions took over their mind.
Then the conversation shifted to talking about who wanted to leave and splitting up, as well as going to the cafeteria. At that Dieter scoffed a tad.
"I... I don't think there's anyone who'd actually... w-want to stay." It was weird - despite how collected his thoughts were in the face of a morbid situation like this, his words were still shaky. Just went to show death was far less intimidating to him than talking to people was. "Anyone who says o-otherwise is just... lying."
"That's true!" Fedya piped in just then, and Dieter grumbled at the sound of his voice. The guy sounded almost... happy.
"I think everyone'd like to get out. I would," Fedya continued, shrugging casually. "Ah, probably enough that I might kill one of you if I get the chance. I did happen to bring a knife with me, so it shouldn't be difficult! Hm, that is, not to say that people can't kill without a knife. Especially in this school, it should be easy." He pointed up at the gun.
Dieter gave him a silent, suspicious glare.
Oh man, a friend just showed me Flappy Bird yesterday and I... That would be the perfect mastermind. Except, the bird would die in two seconds when barely scratching a wall and then it'd be over.
Going to get a post up today, didn't manage one last night (as you probably saw). Had a good excuse though. Yay travel.
Going to get a post up today, didn't manage one last night (as you probably saw). Had a good excuse though. Yay travel.
Post's up. Got a bit long because three days' worth of stuff, but yeah.
First Day
On the first day, Zahira awoke with a splitting headache and a plethora of embarrassing memories to carry to her grave. She wasn't usually one to drink herself to passing out, surprising as it might see, but last night had been different - even if still an accident. She'd been spending time at a local bar after a particularly taxing day at work, when a guy her age had taken a seat next to her. And boy, it had not been any guy, it'd been a total cutie of a man! Of course she had needed to try and show off her liquor holding skills - or, as it turned out, her lack of them. Luckily her best friend'd been there to drag her back home before she'd done anything irreversible, but not before she'd drank enough to adamantly try and claim that the decorative horse statue in the bar was her pet cat Cedric and needed to come home with her.
Long story short, she owed her friend one, and she was never drinking again. Especially since she hadn't managed to get the guy again, just this headache and a stomach that tried to take every opportunity it had to empty itself over whatever stood in front of her at the moment.
Somehow, she managed to get herself up from her bed in the end and exert herself enough to get to the bathroom. And it was when she looked at the decorated mirror in front of her that she saw that for the first time; a peculiar text, floating just above her head and proudly declaring her name, as well as the word "lv 1", whatever that meant. She thought nothing of it at the time, passing it off as just the hallucinations of a hangover woman, and just continued to go about her morning as usual, every now and again breaking into sobbing fits over having embarrassed herself in front of a hot man the night before.
She was late from work that morning, but through profuse apologies (ones delivered with enough volume to startle neighbours all the way across the street) she had somehow managed to keep her job. Perhaps it was the desperation on her face or her boss just desperately needing workforce, she didn't know. But there she was again in a minute, changing into work gear and accepting her first request for the day.
And that's when it happened again; no sooner had she received the details of her first order, when text popped up into her vision again, this time written in a strange window straight out of one of those games the boys used to play back in middle school. She blinked once and she blinked twice, and the second time around the text had disappeared, only to be replaced by what seemed to be a better detailed explanation of what she saw earlier. She squinted.
"Event... quest...? Time limit..." She mumbled to herself, eyes wide and confused. "Rewar - ah!" It was then that she stopped, her simple mind easily impressed. "Ah, so the reward is praise! And, and exp. I don't really get it but exp... that's the same as points...? So then-"
"Zahira, the food's getting cold!" She heard the booming voice of her employer and quickly snapped out of her thoughts and almost stumbled forward.
"Ah, yes, sorries, going right now mister, sir!"
And as she did, the window disappeared as if never there.
The next window wouldn't appear until the very evening, when Zahira was returning home from work with a skip to her step and a hum on her lips. Not only had she received a lot of tips today, she had gotten positive feedback from her boss, and that surely meant that her score as a human being had gone up, too. Tomorrow, she'd need to call her friend and tell him about this. And he said she was a hopeless case!
The last window informed her of a mission accomplished, as well as exp earned, and Zahira figured that perhaps these drunken hallucinations weren't such a bad thing after all.
Second Day
... Until she realized they were still there the second day.
A look in the mirror still showed her name and her "LV", whatever that meant (loveliness vector? Lonely... uh...) and fun as it that had been yesterday, it was just a little nerve wrecking today. What if she had drunk enough last night to permanently destroy brain cells and make her stupid?! She called her friend early in the morning to cry to him about the matter, and with a sigh and a groan she'd been convinced she couldn't get any stupider no matter what. So, relieved, she hung up the call and headed for work.
Once there, she figured the only way to make sure she wasn't being a silly-but about this all was to simply ask. So she did, from her coworkers to the customers staying in the shop to eat, to random passersby that mostly ran away at her frantic approach. It didn't matter who she asked though, as the reactions were pretty much the same throughout; everyone raised a curious brow, shook their head and offered no answers for her to carry home. They told her they saw nothing. They told her she was being weird. She would panic and try to wave her hands and explain away her point, and she would receive chuckles and smiling faces in response - even if neither was what she was really looking for.
With a sigh, Zahira slumped down on a chair in the few spare minutes she had from her deliveries. Nobody saw what she did... what was-
She couldn't finish that thought when another window appeared, directly followed by another. They mentioned something about a skill, whatever that meant, and seemed to both be positive. The second window displayed a small Sherlockian hat.
Zahira almost fell back in her chair at the text, but bizarre as it was, she couldn't help but feel a small stroke of pride bound in her chest. Basically, the text was telling her that she was smart, right! It had the picture of whatshisface's hat and all! And that guy was smart, right? So, so she was like a detective too now! She rather liked the thought, and proud enough to forget how nonsensible the situation was, the easily excitable girl jumped up and went to tell her boss she was smart. In response, she got another package to deliver shoved into her arms.
She figured it was her reward and was just about to start eating, when a coworker pushed her out the door and back into work.
Third Day
All Zahira had wanted the third day was a burger, possibly topped with extra cheese to remind her of her home country, even if he quality of said dairy product here was clearly inferior to what she was used to.
What she had gotten instead, were-
"Monsters!" She screeched at the sight of strange red creatures crawling their way into her vision, a bright text above their head declaring them as 'imps'. Out of reflex, she turned to look around her, only to realize that the usual masses of people she was used to seeing were gone. There were only four people in the area. Four people and these... creatures...
Creatures that, by all account, should have freaked her out more than they did. Sure, her heart was beating rather fast, but it... wasn't the panic she'd expected. Huh... Huh, oooh, she was such a badass! Maybe because she was possibly dreaming. Had to be.
"Are you serious. What is this, a monster encounter?"
She heard someone say just then, and as she turned, she noticed one of the few people present walking towards the imps. Zahira flinched. No, no, no, that was a bad idea! Why would anyone do that? Did she want one as a pet...? There were better pets! Like... like kitties and puppies. She had to do something, what if those things were dangerous, and what if she took one as a pet and made it breed and then there would be more of them and - eww.
"W-wait!" She called out before she realized it, running up to the other girl and waving her hands furiously as she tried to get her attention. "Wait, that's a bad idea! If... if you want a pet, I know a place with cute kitties instead, we can go there together, or, or- something! Just don't take these ones, they're really ugly!"
It was then that she noticed the can the other girl was holding. What was that...? Paint? Painting the monsters probably wouldn't make them cuter, though. Maybe if it was pink paint...
She quickly got lost in that thought.
On the first day, Zahira awoke with a splitting headache and a plethora of embarrassing memories to carry to her grave. She wasn't usually one to drink herself to passing out, surprising as it might see, but last night had been different - even if still an accident. She'd been spending time at a local bar after a particularly taxing day at work, when a guy her age had taken a seat next to her. And boy, it had not been any guy, it'd been a total cutie of a man! Of course she had needed to try and show off her liquor holding skills - or, as it turned out, her lack of them. Luckily her best friend'd been there to drag her back home before she'd done anything irreversible, but not before she'd drank enough to adamantly try and claim that the decorative horse statue in the bar was her pet cat Cedric and needed to come home with her.
Long story short, she owed her friend one, and she was never drinking again. Especially since she hadn't managed to get the guy again, just this headache and a stomach that tried to take every opportunity it had to empty itself over whatever stood in front of her at the moment.
Somehow, she managed to get herself up from her bed in the end and exert herself enough to get to the bathroom. And it was when she looked at the decorated mirror in front of her that she saw that for the first time; a peculiar text, floating just above her head and proudly declaring her name, as well as the word "lv 1", whatever that meant. She thought nothing of it at the time, passing it off as just the hallucinations of a hangover woman, and just continued to go about her morning as usual, every now and again breaking into sobbing fits over having embarrassed herself in front of a hot man the night before.
She was late from work that morning, but through profuse apologies (ones delivered with enough volume to startle neighbours all the way across the street) she had somehow managed to keep her job. Perhaps it was the desperation on her face or her boss just desperately needing workforce, she didn't know. But there she was again in a minute, changing into work gear and accepting her first request for the day.
And that's when it happened again; no sooner had she received the details of her first order, when text popped up into her vision again, this time written in a strange window straight out of one of those games the boys used to play back in middle school. She blinked once and she blinked twice, and the second time around the text had disappeared, only to be replaced by what seemed to be a better detailed explanation of what she saw earlier. She squinted.
"Event... quest...? Time limit..." She mumbled to herself, eyes wide and confused. "Rewar - ah!" It was then that she stopped, her simple mind easily impressed. "Ah, so the reward is praise! And, and exp. I don't really get it but exp... that's the same as points...? So then-"
"Zahira, the food's getting cold!" She heard the booming voice of her employer and quickly snapped out of her thoughts and almost stumbled forward.
"Ah, yes, sorries, going right now mister, sir!"
And as she did, the window disappeared as if never there.
The next window wouldn't appear until the very evening, when Zahira was returning home from work with a skip to her step and a hum on her lips. Not only had she received a lot of tips today, she had gotten positive feedback from her boss, and that surely meant that her score as a human being had gone up, too. Tomorrow, she'd need to call her friend and tell him about this. And he said she was a hopeless case!
The last window informed her of a mission accomplished, as well as exp earned, and Zahira figured that perhaps these drunken hallucinations weren't such a bad thing after all.
Second Day
... Until she realized they were still there the second day.
A look in the mirror still showed her name and her "LV", whatever that meant (loveliness vector? Lonely... uh...) and fun as it that had been yesterday, it was just a little nerve wrecking today. What if she had drunk enough last night to permanently destroy brain cells and make her stupid?! She called her friend early in the morning to cry to him about the matter, and with a sigh and a groan she'd been convinced she couldn't get any stupider no matter what. So, relieved, she hung up the call and headed for work.
Once there, she figured the only way to make sure she wasn't being a silly-but about this all was to simply ask. So she did, from her coworkers to the customers staying in the shop to eat, to random passersby that mostly ran away at her frantic approach. It didn't matter who she asked though, as the reactions were pretty much the same throughout; everyone raised a curious brow, shook their head and offered no answers for her to carry home. They told her they saw nothing. They told her she was being weird. She would panic and try to wave her hands and explain away her point, and she would receive chuckles and smiling faces in response - even if neither was what she was really looking for.
With a sigh, Zahira slumped down on a chair in the few spare minutes she had from her deliveries. Nobody saw what she did... what was-
She couldn't finish that thought when another window appeared, directly followed by another. They mentioned something about a skill, whatever that meant, and seemed to both be positive. The second window displayed a small Sherlockian hat.
Zahira almost fell back in her chair at the text, but bizarre as it was, she couldn't help but feel a small stroke of pride bound in her chest. Basically, the text was telling her that she was smart, right! It had the picture of whatshisface's hat and all! And that guy was smart, right? So, so she was like a detective too now! She rather liked the thought, and proud enough to forget how nonsensible the situation was, the easily excitable girl jumped up and went to tell her boss she was smart. In response, she got another package to deliver shoved into her arms.
She figured it was her reward and was just about to start eating, when a coworker pushed her out the door and back into work.
Third Day
All Zahira had wanted the third day was a burger, possibly topped with extra cheese to remind her of her home country, even if he quality of said dairy product here was clearly inferior to what she was used to.
What she had gotten instead, were-
"Monsters!" She screeched at the sight of strange red creatures crawling their way into her vision, a bright text above their head declaring them as 'imps'. Out of reflex, she turned to look around her, only to realize that the usual masses of people she was used to seeing were gone. There were only four people in the area. Four people and these... creatures...
Creatures that, by all account, should have freaked her out more than they did. Sure, her heart was beating rather fast, but it... wasn't the panic she'd expected. Huh... Huh, oooh, she was such a badass! Maybe because she was possibly dreaming. Had to be.
"Are you serious. What is this, a monster encounter?"
She heard someone say just then, and as she turned, she noticed one of the few people present walking towards the imps. Zahira flinched. No, no, no, that was a bad idea! Why would anyone do that? Did she want one as a pet...? There were better pets! Like... like kitties and puppies. She had to do something, what if those things were dangerous, and what if she took one as a pet and made it breed and then there would be more of them and - eww.
"W-wait!" She called out before she realized it, running up to the other girl and waving her hands furiously as she tried to get her attention. "Wait, that's a bad idea! If... if you want a pet, I know a place with cute kitties instead, we can go there together, or, or- something! Just don't take these ones, they're really ugly!"
It was then that she noticed the can the other girl was holding. What was that...? Paint? Painting the monsters probably wouldn't make them cuter, though. Maybe if it was pink paint...
She quickly got lost in that thought.
Post's gonna come tonight, just as a heads up.
My post will come tonight! Got into a better hotel and am feeling a lot better now. Also NO MORE MOSQUITOES 8D
So yes.
So yes.
I'm working on one right now.
Dieter Bauer
Following the appron-wearing girl's suggestion, everyone gradually started to calm down and introduce themselves, name and special talent and all. Dieter wasn't really sure if he liked the idea, however; while most of the others seemed to have fairly normal titles, ranging from a Gamer to a Fashion Designer, his was one that could possibly change the others' view on him and, should this really be a test from a foreign government, even get him in trouble. Then again, they did also have a thief in their midst, one who didn't seem to have too big trouble revealing herself. So maybe it... wouldn't hurt to follow suit.
"I'm..." Dieter began, nervous like quite a few others had been. His eyes were cast low, and his hands fidgeted as he tried to find a standing position comfortable enough. "I'm Dieter Bauer," his voice grew gradually more and more quiet as he continued: "T... th-the Super High School Level Torture Specialist."
He didn't raise his gaze after he was done.
Fyodor "Fedya" Vasnetsov
The girl's - Iris, he believed she had said her name was - confusion amused Fedya a great deal, but before he could really form any other opinions or think of what to talk about next, something even more intriguing had been set in motion. Namely, an introduction round. Now, while usually that wouldn't have been worth the listen, the group he was in now consisted of super talented students - and they were all stuck together in a school for whatever reason, for who knew how long. Learning the names and skills of people he would most likely spent quite a bit of time with didn't sound bad at all.
From the sounds of it, they really were an interesting bunch too, both personality and talent-wise. Fedya couldn't wait to get to socialize with them all, and see if he could find out more about them while at it. Their views on life, interests, hobbies, and, above all else, their view on what "truth" meant - especially since they had a scientist and a catholic too, and no doubt both would have very differing views on the subject.
Oh, but it was about his turn by now, wasn't it?
"My name's a bit long," Fyodor chuckled, scratching the back of his head almost sheepishly. "It's what being Serbian does to you but... ah, Fyodor Nikolayevich Vasnetsov. Just Fedya is fine though - it's what friends call me." He smiled brightly, even if it didn't show from behind his mask. It could be heard in his tone though, no doubt. "I'm Super High School Level Liar. Nice to meet you all!" He crossed his arms and nodded a few times.
Following the appron-wearing girl's suggestion, everyone gradually started to calm down and introduce themselves, name and special talent and all. Dieter wasn't really sure if he liked the idea, however; while most of the others seemed to have fairly normal titles, ranging from a Gamer to a Fashion Designer, his was one that could possibly change the others' view on him and, should this really be a test from a foreign government, even get him in trouble. Then again, they did also have a thief in their midst, one who didn't seem to have too big trouble revealing herself. So maybe it... wouldn't hurt to follow suit.
"I'm..." Dieter began, nervous like quite a few others had been. His eyes were cast low, and his hands fidgeted as he tried to find a standing position comfortable enough. "I'm Dieter Bauer," his voice grew gradually more and more quiet as he continued: "T... th-the Super High School Level Torture Specialist."
He didn't raise his gaze after he was done.
Fyodor "Fedya" Vasnetsov
The girl's - Iris, he believed she had said her name was - confusion amused Fedya a great deal, but before he could really form any other opinions or think of what to talk about next, something even more intriguing had been set in motion. Namely, an introduction round. Now, while usually that wouldn't have been worth the listen, the group he was in now consisted of super talented students - and they were all stuck together in a school for whatever reason, for who knew how long. Learning the names and skills of people he would most likely spent quite a bit of time with didn't sound bad at all.
From the sounds of it, they really were an interesting bunch too, both personality and talent-wise. Fedya couldn't wait to get to socialize with them all, and see if he could find out more about them while at it. Their views on life, interests, hobbies, and, above all else, their view on what "truth" meant - especially since they had a scientist and a catholic too, and no doubt both would have very differing views on the subject.
Oh, but it was about his turn by now, wasn't it?
"My name's a bit long," Fyodor chuckled, scratching the back of his head almost sheepishly. "It's what being Serbian does to you but... ah, Fyodor Nikolayevich Vasnetsov. Just Fedya is fine though - it's what friends call me." He smiled brightly, even if it didn't show from behind his mask. It could be heard in his tone though, no doubt. "I'm Super High School Level Liar. Nice to meet you all!" He crossed his arms and nodded a few times.
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