MIRAI NIKKI AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

[...what sort of question is THAT--] I-I don't know? About... yourself, maybe? Someone important to you?

[agoodname]

It is about someone important to me. [he snaps it shut a moment later] But we can discuss this in more detail later--for now, we need to take care of him.

[enigmaster]

Ah... right. Though... If we're planning something, won't his diary say so?

[agoodname]

Not necessarily. [he hums a bit] It's a possibility. But it might also just tell him where we'll be. Or maybe how we're going to be murdered. We won't know without seeing it.

[enigmaster]

...Sounds like a fun read.

[agoodname]

It sounds like a useful read to me~ But that's neither here nor there. [he leans on his umbrella] What's important now is surviving. So! I'm going to need you to keep me updated on what's in your diary. [he straightens, flipping the umbrella up and holding the end like the handle of a fencing foil]

[enigmaster]

I... Okay. Um... [He looks at his phone. Quickly trying to decipher the riddle.] It looks like... he'll be here in-- in three minutes.

[agoodname]

Three minutes. Got it~ [he hums, glancing around the roof] Do me a favor, and step back behind me--just barely behind that pile of two by fours, hm?

[enigmaster]

I... Okay. [He steps where Oswald tells him, still looking at his phone.] A-Anything else?

[agoodname]

Just keep me updated~

[enigmaster]

I'll... do my best. Solving these quickly is a little tricky, though... [It shouldn't be. It usually isn't, but this is... a lot of pressure.]

[agoodname]

Aren't you a genius? Surely that's no trouble for you~

[enigmaster]

Of course they're no trouble, but this is a big time constraint. [He grumbles a bit.] ...You'll want to move to the left when the doors open.

[agoodname]

Noted~ Make sure you duck as well. [he can definitely hear someone coming up those stairs]

[enigmaster]

Ah-- Uh. N-Noted... [h e c k Well, he's just gonna get ready to do just that. Almost... just a few more seconds...]

[agoodname]

[and the door opens, that figure stepping out, the machete swinging out towards Oswald. You gonna duck, Edward?]

[enigmaster]

[ABSOLUTELY YES, he's going right down, thanks. he's not gonna be stubborn about THIS.]

[agoodname]

[in that case, he's going to hear the brief 'shing!' sound of metal on metal, a moment of a clashing of wood against metal and a grunt or two, before there's the sound of someone making a noise of surprise and then a muffled yell---that quickly gets quieter before there's a soft, distant thump]

[enigmaster]

[...he's... gonna look up, carefully. trying to find out what just happened.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald is...alone on that roof. The machete is off to the side, laying near his feet. There's a cut on his cheek. And he is awful close to the edge of that building, looking over the side--before he straightens, sheathing the long thin sword back inside the handle of his umbrella before glancing over] It's over, Edward--you're safe.

[enigmaster]

[Edward takes in the pieces here. The machete, Oswald's positioning -- the blade in his umbrella. Oh, he's definitely feeling kind of faint, now, putting two and two together.] He's... Is he...

[agoodname]

He's gone.

[enigmaster]

A-Ah... [cool cool cool he has to unpack that later] I-I don't get it. Who even was he?

[agoodname]

Our homeroom teacher. A serial killer. A diary holder. Take your pick.

[enigmaster]

Our-- Our teacher? [what the fuck is happening] Wait, can... can we back up for a bit, what's all this about diary holders anyway? I get that they have them, but... how do you know all this?