daybreakacademy | When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

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When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.

While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.

Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...

Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]

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[There's the jingle of keys, the rattle of a doorknob, the creak of a door...! And then the confused, startled sound of some dumb late teen at he comes home to his room having a miniature version of his roommate in it.]

What the fuck?

[maybe he shouldn't be so blatantly swearing in front of a kid, but he could be doing way worse! And seriously, what the fuck!!]

Uhh. Hi.

[He tenses, like a child caught doing something he shouldn't...except the look in his eyes is almost afraid.]

Who the fuck are you?

[Maybe if he acts like he's the one who's supposed to be here, it'll throw this strange older person off enough that he can avoid trouble?]

[Holy shit, he said fuck.

...why doesn't he say fuck when he's older!!!!]

Maverick. Who the fuck're you?

[In contrast, his own tone is sliding more into boredom than anything resembling hostility. Not in trouble, kiddo.]

...My name is Goro Akechi.

[He has a more noticeable Japanese accent, but his English is still pretty decent for a kid.

He relaxes slightly, glancing around the room.]

Where the fuck am I? This isn't...any of the orphanages I've been to.

[Dang, it really is the guy. Well... As much as he likes to lock his door once he's home, doing so now would feel a little threatening, so he drops his bag and goes over to his bed to sit there instead of standing around like a jackass.]

No shit it isn't. It's a school, not an orphanage -- Daybreak Academy. Uh, do you remember touching anything weird, or...?

[like...you're small]

[He shakes his head, tugging at his hair nervously. It's a habit that will eventually evolve into the current Akechi running his hand through his hair when he's stressed.]

I went to bed at...my guardians' house, then woke up here. I didn't think I was tired enough to sleep through being sent away...but I don't remember moving.

[Mmm. There's a lot to unpack here, but it's hard to decide whether he's supposed to press that issue or keep trying to figure out what the cause here was.]

It's not a -- [well, no, it is a boarding school, at least as far as a kid would understand it. How...does he explain this.] You weren't sent away, kid. Look, I know it sounds like a load of shit, but you're...here because you're special. Or you will be. I don't fucking know how this all works, I probably shouldn't be in charge of your orientation.

[Especially since you're probably not even real?]

Special...don't adults just use that as another word for 'too much trouble'?

[He laughs before he can help himself -- because yeah, it was right on the money, wasn't it? They were all a bunch of troublemaking weirdos that couldn't go a month without a major injury between them.]

Sometimes. Why, kid, you fit the bill?

I'm...

[He takes a step back, then tenses and looks up at Mav with raw stubbornness in his eyes.]

I hate letting assholes push me around, but adults say that's bad because I'm chi-...uh...d..disobedient.

[He struggles with the last word, face scrunching as he tries to pronounce the letter combinations that don't exist in Japanese.]

[yeah man fuck the cops, etc. etc. No, he should probably try to answer a bit more seriously than that.]

I get where you're coming from, but a lotta adults are dicks because they think they earned the fucking right. S'all about picking your fights, kid. Argue with everything they throw at you, nobody's gonna wanna take you seriously, or think you got a brain.

[...why is it easier to talk to his roommate as a literal child than when they're like the same age, this is dumb]

That ain't this place, though. I mean, yeah, I'm disobedient and I cause trouble, but that's not why I'm here, and it's not why you're here either.

But they all say things that need to be argued with, ever since...

[He looks down at the floor.]

No, she was the only one that didn't...and people say bad things about her, too. I can't not fight when they call my mom those things.

[what the FUCK, Akechi, how dare you not tell him you're a fellow mama's boy.]

One time, I don't know how old you are, but I was probably around that age, there was this kid, Tommy? Man, he was a little jackass, I really hated him. Anyway, he wouldn't stop telling all these dumb "your mom" jokes so I fucking stabbed him with a fork.

Now I'm not saying you should stab people with forks. But I am saying that some people have gotten more than they maybe deserved, and it sounds like your guys woulda had it coming if you did feel like taking a fork to their hand.

[#mentoring]

[It's maybe worth noting that he mentioned his "guardians'" house, rather than his "parent's".]

I used to punch them in the damn face! But I can't win against adults...and she can't fight for herself anymore. So I have to argue, it's all I can do.

[Meh. Doesn't change the mama's boy status. Hmmmm, though.]

Not anymore. You don't gotta deal with their shit long as you're here.

It's...everywhere I go. It's because I shouldn't have been born. They say it's her own fault she died, but...it's that piece of shit's fault! It's his fault her life was ruined! They should blame him for me being born, not her!

Boy, you're stubborn no matter the age, huh?

[What a downer... He can't say he doesn't feel bad, but at the same time: wow.

So: mom got fucked over and died, dad's an asshole of unbelievable proportions, orphanages and guardians sucked. Yet he becomes some fancy pants detective "prince"... Staying a hellion would've been way easier, man.]

Wanna go break something?

Hell yes! Is there something I can get away with breaking?

[...oh gosh, it's so tempting to just turn him around to older!Akechi's possessions, but that might get him punched in the face or stabbed with a fork later, so. Instead, Mav leans to pick up his metal bat from next to his bed and slings it over his shoulder.]

Come on, kiddo. Time to introduce you to the Thunderdome, or whatever fucking dumbass name they call it.

[...he knows it's the Mythril Cage, but he also doesn't want to say he's taking this mistreated, angry child to a cage. Doesn't seem wise or kind.]

[He nods. He doesn't have anything he can use as a weapon, but he does crack his knuckles.]

I don't give a shit what it's called, just as long as I can fucking punch something and not get hit for it.

[The plan is to just let Akechi use the bat, but honestly, punching is good, too. There's stuff he can punch without busting up his hands, probably.

He leads Akechi out, locking up behind them, and underground to the weird training arena. He doesn't super know how this works, only dropping in a couple times during his time at the school so far, but it's not that hard to figure out how to get a bunch of random shit set up.]

Alright, kiddo, here's a bat if you want it, go nuts for donuts.

[He's just. Gonna check his phone. Hm, that's a weird message on the network. Great. Akechi's Instagram got any new foodpics to suggest that he's still around?]

[The kid seems tense walking through the halls, as if he's still not sure something bad isn't going to happen. But once he has the bat in his hands, he goes to town with an impressive ferocity for someone who's small even for his young age. The way he's spewing insults and profanities, it's very likely he's imagining the target is someone he hates.

Meanwhile, there actually happens to be a very new foodpic on Akechi's Instagram! It's a photo of him cheerfully eating a crepe and blushing happily, with a caption saying that sweets always perk him up when he's feeling fatigued.]

[There, he's getting his rage out safely. That's healthy. He'll just let the kid have at it for now while he snaps a quick picture and texts it on over to Akechi.

Hi, this is a thing, quit stuffing your face and get back here, princess.]

[He'll probably be at this until he's too tired to lift the bat anymore. He has a lot of pent up anger to get out.

The text, however, gets a response after only a few seconds.]

Keep him there. Don't let anyone else talk to him, especially not anyone he might see as an authority figure.

he'll be pretty fucking occupied for a while

[No worries! He's a great babysitter, when the kid is a horrific rage monster that hates the world.]

didn't know you could time travel. does he?

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