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When Cyril had first entered the small room, what hit him first was disbelief. As if the amusement park wasn't a joke enough, now he was forced into a small brick stoned room in which a literal witches cauldron was placed. Perhaps it was foolish of him to expect a reasonable hotel, in a completely unreasonable, ridiculous unfathomable environment. 

A begrudged face plastered stuck on his face, he makes his way to inspect the table, looking through the annoyingly long list of instructions. Cyril lets out a pitiful small laugh--it was a relatively simple task for him, just put certain potions in the mix. He gruffed.

Really. A complete, utter waste of time. 

Whilst fiddling with an odd bottle filled with a suspicious purple liquid the mercenary's attention was suddenly drawn towards the elevator. It opened slowly, then revealed a girl--unfamiliar, naturally. It wasn't like Melbourne, where Cyril had come to recognize almost eery female in his general direction. This 'eternal' amusement was foreign and unknown to him. For now, anyway.

She walked towards him as if he was stricken with the plague--Cyril quickly noticed beads of nervous sweat to go along with a just as nervous smile. A high schooler, most likely. 

He greets the girl with a less welcoming grin, pale hands moving to his hips as he looked down on her. 

"You've already made it, dolly. Or at least, halfway I'm assuming." 

"According to this list," He says, walking forward with said list in hand. "We'll have to concoct a potion to get us out of here."

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As the hotel elevator rises to the 4th floor, she wonders for the 5th time if it really was a good idea to visit her room. At first, the girl had planned on avoiding it, the thought of meeting her roommate filling her with dread, but walking around the unfamilar park seemed rather…unsafe, even more so because she didn’t know her way around yet. Besides, she knew that her roommate wasn’t going to like her - that was a given - but she hoped that they would at least put up with her…

Once the elevator reaches the fourth floor and opens its doors, Tsumiki walks out of it and into the square room filled with shelves of items, quickly noticing the big pot in the middle and the a man standing to the side. Was this all there was in the room…? Had she pressed the wrong button in the elevator, maybe? She would have thought that there would be rooms, with how large the hotel looks on the outside…Tsumiki knew that asking the guy about it would probably be a good choice so, after a few minutes of getting herself together and thinking of what to say, she put a hopefully friendly-looking smile and slowly walked over to him, opening her mouth to speak when she got close enough.

“A…Ah, excuse me, mister…do you know where the rooms are?”

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♔ -- haunted ronpas

The situation is awful, in simplest terms. A bad taste lingers in Cyril's mouth as he strolls through the eerie amusement park, lights fluorescent and abandoned at this time of night. Silence fills the amusement park completely, the sound of his clicking boots resonating in his own ears. 

The more he walks, the more it seems like some sort of joke. Really, suddenly being transported into twisted amusement park, it was if it were something from his novels. Not to say Cyril was not used to waking up in foreign places, oh no. That was hardly the case! While the mercenary was based mostly in Melbourne, travel was not uncommon, and neither was waking up in bloodied rooms with hideous flooring. In short, he's seen some freaky shit--but being trapped in an amusement park? Honestly. 

He halts at an odd looking theme park, before him stands a large and impossibly cliche gate. Though, despite it looking like an exact replica from eery cheesy horror movie, it isn't hard to feel the different atmosphere that surrounds the area. It's strong and haunting, pulling Cyril in step by step unconsciously. 

The gates close behind him immediately, go figure. The strong hitting aura that hit him before entering is twenty times more prominent now, engulfing him almost completely. There's a small click of his tongue before he steps further, soon enough he finds himself in a maze.

A sharp turn right and he's met face to face with something--or someone? Ghostly, with unblinking eyes. He doesn't flinch but dark eyes do widen--staring deep into pale greys.

"So," Cyril starts after a few moments of silence, not doing much about the lack of distance between the two.

"Are you a part of this haunted shit hole, or? Suits ya'."

despairinglys

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now that i've gotten settled on this acc... maybe like for a starter/mini? capping at 2!

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whats this? an intro? or perhaps everything u could ever need....hm

hello!! im amie, also known as robo mod! i use she/her pronouns, 16 years old and i'll be rping cyril from todd allison and the petunia violet! i also have tsukishima kei from haikyuu on reserve so! expect him...eventually..ive been rping on tumblr for quite a while so you may have seen me before!

first off let me say i am SOO EXCITED FOR THIS GROUP UWUAWA its so nice to be seeing people having fun and just fkgj truly im so happy 2 be helping out and watching it grow..!! (sun)  i really look forward to interacting with everyone here! shimmers..

i also love love meeting new friends + more than wiling 2 plot rps so if anyone! would want to follow me on my rp twitter it's @SEOYUZUKl (or my personal: @RYOUKOOTONASHl), or if you want my skype you can ask me privately! 

wel... t thanks betch for reading this ridiculous mess of an intro!!! i hope we'll all get along! 

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Cyrils' once bored expression soon turned into a cheeky grin resembling a cats. This was a surprising development, to say the least. Though he had been talking rather loudly, albeit to himself, he wouldn't have guessed that the teacher in question would have actually understood, lead alone connect the dots. Cyril would figure he was the type who took care of his looks in his free time. Suppose not everyone could be naturally gorgeous, right? Guess he finally got his ticket out of boredom. 

Cyril span around once more, with one last swivel his chair, he was now sitting facing the infamous law teacher, smirk in place. The nurse cocked his head, before responding flat and effortlessly. 

"Ah, have I caught your attention? Please don't get too upset." He answers, words laced with amusement. Cyril let his hands travel down to the arms of the chair, now leaning forward with interest. Jeff wasn't particularly unattractive. Cyril could acknowledge a looker when he saw one. But he could read that absorbed personality like a book, and it was too late to make amends now (not that he intended to). 

"Your face ain't half bad, but I take my ratings seriously you know? Don't take it personally, babe. The wrinkles on your face will settle!" 

Cyril absorbs the last bit of what his fellow staff member says, eyebrow quirked. "Mildly attractive..?" A giggle. "No need to restrain yourself around me, Mr. Winger."

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"Oh dear, pardon me. Does brat suit you better?" 

♚ — “Don’t call me kid, old man." Don’t make him grab his sword.

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claimed

It was his second time swinging by Loki’s class that morning, but he really couldn’t help himself. A nurse has got to eat healthy, you know? The cafeteria’s food wasn’t necessarily awful, nor were the snacks stacked in the teachers lounge. But taking what didn’t belong to you, that was just ten times the fun.

"Guess who decided to pay another visit. Did you miss me?"

Peeking his head through the door, Cyril gave a signature wink before making his way into the classroom, helping himself to whatever he could find.  He started by dipping his finger into a mixing bowl, taking an obnoxiously large amount before licking it up. Sweet. 

"Not so bad, this time around. Little to sweet for my tastes." He says, eyes darting around for other things to mooch on. It takes a few seconds, and soon Cyril is doing away with a good amount of muffins, already helping himself.

Seemingly finished with his quick-ending reign of terror, the nurse waltzed up to the Culinary teacher wearing his usual cheeky smile. “Thanks again for lunch, sweetie.” He said, adding a kiss to her cheek for extra measure. Cyril exited the room with a cackle.

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Claimed

Typically, when a student comes into the infirmary, there can be two reasons. One, their injured and are in need of physical help or rest. What you’d expect. However, if it wasn’t that then..

"Ah, you’re here to confess to me then?"

"Listen, " He paused to say her name, but in reality he had no clue. Shinkai? Sheenkei? Moving along. "I recognize I am a very attractive man, obviously. My appeal is probably too much for a teenage-girl-heart like yours to handle. And though I appreciate the sentiment—keeping my job would be ideal."

Poor girl. To be a lovesick girl in love must be hard, it was enough to almost bring Cyril to care. 

"Let’s work hard to move past this together." He said, before giving the girl a pat on the back, showing her out. Cyril muttered a final ‘feel free to call me when you graduate, though’, before closing the door.

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A kiss

A steamy kiss

Me for one night

A slap to the face

A confession

Me for two nights

A harsh insult

An angry/jealous text

Drunk voice mail

4 days with me chained to their side

A hug

A pat on the back

A kitten

Up to mun

Put 'Claimed' in my ask box and I'll use a number generator to decide what you get:

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If one were to guess that Cyril was singing hallelujah to the heavens because this shitty paintball blood war finally drawing to it's end, they'd be correct in theory.  A few days of heated rivalry, that was fine. Whatever. He didn't care. But an entire fucking week of paint bullshit was enough to drive someone mad. You know how many students he had to deal with? Paint splattered students that kept trying to get his white coat dirty? Enough for two good shirts to get dirty. Cyril could swear he saw a new stain on his good shirt. 

So yes, in theory, Cyril was crying tears of joy (he didn't really cry, are you kidding?) that the garbage was soon to be dealt with. The janitors were probably in tears for a different reason, but that wouldn't phase him in the slightest. Maybe now, maybe finally, he could get some beauty sleep because hell knows he needed one--

The creaking sound of a door opening and feet shuffling interrupted his thoughts and Cyril had never felt so damn unlucky. 

For a few solid seconds, he kept his back turned, staring at the glossy white walls ahead rather than the most likely in need student. Perhaps the nurse's white lab coat would help him blend in--or maybe this kid would get the damn message that he wasn't in the mood for this. 

...Though, intimidating an injured student out of the nurse's office wasn't a great way to keep a career, and this job was a good cover. Shit. Cyril took a breath, attempting to rid himself of this pissy exterior and attempt the more welcoming smile he was known for.

He turned, finally showing his new patient the time of day. "Yes, yes, I sure would. It's right over--"

"Oh?"

Hᴏᴡ Cᴏᴜʟᴅ Tʜɪ$ Hᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ Mᴇ ❥ Cʏʀɪʟ

To describe the school as having become anything less than a war zone would be to vastly discredit the dangers which accompanied stepping onto its grounds. This was a lesson learned quickly by the Once-ler who, as soon as he had arrived, swiftly became a target sanctioned by none other than the Master of Ceremonies himself.

Fortunately, however, the law teacher had included a series of infirmary volunteers in his roster, the likes of which his student teacher found himself unexpectedly in need of sooner rather than late. This was upon following one particular student’s severe overreaction; something which could have easily rendered the Once-ler with a broken jaw as opposed to a sore one had he been any slower to clench his teeth.

So it was warily that the brunette trekked through the halls, by now quite acclimated to the smatterings of paint about every corner, as well as the underlying scent of chemicals which would no doubt cleave to the school’s corridors for weeks to come. Eventually, given a few helpful directive signs, the nurse’s office loomed into view. Taking the ajar door as an invitation to enter at will, the Once-ler gave a slight rap upon the frame to announce his arrival to the dark-haired figure who’s back stood to him.

“‘Scuse me. I was looking to see if I could grab some ice. People get a bit rowdy in this game. But I’m sure you’d know all about that.”

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"Pffht...khuhu--" Shit, shit okay--he needed to stop snickering but--"Hahaha!" He took a breath.  "God, I'm sorry kid. It's just. I've met toddlers more intimidating." Cyril rose his hands up in a defending manner.

"I believe you, I believe you."

♚ — “What? I mean it!”

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koizaki-io said: (i’m laughing i’m glad cyrils a nurse because io’s right eye’s damaged— he fractured his ocular bone a year or two ago. unharmed vision, but his eye droops so he’s shy to show it)

oh my gosh?? oh man...dai ly eyelid smooches will make it better. cyrils super-professional-prescription. 

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☆ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (weeps)

The antsy girl with the braids was still laying in infirmary. It’d been a good hour, but she hadn’t actually rested at all. To be honest, she was squirming so damn much it was making Cyril anxious just looking at her. It was clear she hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep in her time spent here, he’d overheard the occasional panting and the occasional conversation she’d have—presumably with herself. Had she even tried closing her eyes?

Walking over, he pushed back the curtain in front of her bed to ask how she was faring. Judging by the mile high jump at his entrance, he’d guess not too good. Cyril tried his best to hide his sigh. He strode over, sitting beside her despite her tensing body. 

"You gotta, relax dolly. You aren’t gonna get any better just laying there wideawake." Plus, he wanted to get some beauty sleep here too. Damn.

For extra measure, he drew closer, his lips connecting with her cheek. The nurse smiled, getting up from the bed and back to his desk, leaving the stunned girl with a wink.

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☆ !

??? This guy seemed familiar to the nurse somehow. He didn’t see students much outside the infirmary, where the hell would he have—

Oh?

Now it made sense. That other guy. The creepy one. He’d come here just a little while ago, the connection should have came sooner. 

This one carried himself a little differently, no, very differently. There was a certain tension that hung around his shoulders but it contrasted his lookalike in a different way. Maybe they were brothers of some kind? Something told Cyril they didn’t get along too well.

Well! It was none of his damn business, although the gloomy expression on this white haired student was beginning to irritate him. Cyril sneered, as he got an idea.

Quickly but surely, Cyril applied kisses to the boys cheek, then his forehead, then his nose and then—well, you probably get the idea.

After the little attack on his students face had finished, Cyril smiled a cheekily. That’d brighten him up, right? Or not. As long as he wasn’t stoic, it was fine.

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☆ delivers

His office had never been this damn bustling. Really! What was with all these students today? Did they think he was some sort of sex-worker? It wasn’t a bad career choice, but—fuck, he wasn’t one. He wasn’t a kiss-deliverer, either. Sure, he’d love to have a 3 hour class on the topic of sex-ed in the form of his own sexual endeavours, and hey! He loved sexual freedom as much as the next bloke. But this was getting out of fucking hand.

"You kids are really damn expectant now’a days, aren’t you.." Cyril huffed. His reputation as the sexy assistant nurse was probably growing out of proportion. 

Though, despite everything, despite how greedy these students were getting (and how illegal this was getting), Cyril was a pleaser at heart. A real nice guy, you know?

His finger tipped up the others chin, letting it trace the jaw and bestowing a kiss on it.

"There. Ya’ happy? Now tell your other friends if they want a hot nurse, they can take it up with their damn internet service provider." 

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☆

Cyril had seen this specific teacher in the staff room on occasion, though they’d never really shared a moment. It was always him walking in, her walking out, no hello’s or how’re you’s, there was never that prior introduction. 

He’d guess this was a chance if anything, might as well take it. It’s not as if he needed to know her, he knew she was the Culinary Teacher and to be honest that’s all he needed to know. But..

He did have a reputation of being very friendly.

"You can call me Cyril," He smiled that very familiar sweet smile. The black haired nurse took his colleagues hand, giving it a small kiss. "It’s very nice to meet you."