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Who: SOME DUDE IN YELLOW (and his shouta ghost)
Where: The main room of Orion dorms (and, eventually, just outside, if you need an excuse)
When: Day 83, Morning.
What: Intro~

*The new blank has promptly confiscated the largest knife he can find, and his holding it with a fair amount of confidence for someone who has no memory of how to use it. It is not time to systematically check all the other rooms in the dorms. He pushes the doors open quietly, and seems quite prepared to stab anyone if necessary.

And, for those who can see such things, there is a small ghost child floating behind him*

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[in this room, we have a tall guy with a hood added to his uniform, a jangly, odd, belt, and a frown at your apperance.]

Mind putting down my knife?

*eyes briefly flicker to the blade, 'knife'*

Mine now. Who are you?

Not after the trouble I went through to get that. I'll get you another one, but I'd rather be able to use that for the chore it was intended for.

Chaz. And you're on my team now.

*doesn't disagree with you, but doesn't seem to have any intentions of giving you the knife back either =|a*

You can explain what's going on.

Trade you first.

[untying his knife from his belt, and offering it, hilt first]

*Just sort of. Looks at you*

I like this one.

That's great. It's still my knife, for cooking, not stabbing people. Which I do kind of happen to be the best person on this team for. So, I'd rather have it back so I can do the cooking.

I'm not hungry, and I may still need to stab people. You can have it back once I know what's going on.

And I'll tell you, once we trade. But I'm not telling you until you give me back my knife.

*...

withdraws from your room and closes the door =|b I can find information ELSEWHERE*

[after a minute, sighs, and gets up, and follows you out. I want my knife back. :|]

*Turns enough to NOTE you following him, but proceeds toward the exit since you don't seem intent on attacking him. Opens the door and steps outside*

[on the one hand, keeping his word: on the other hand, like hell do I need Badger freaking out at us today on top of everything]

Try not to freak the kids in white out too much? They're our partner team, and they live next door. And most of them are high strung.

[leeeaning against your doorway. or near whereever you are post-Kira.]

Fun morning, huh?

[if this was anyone else, you'd swear Chaz was ready for a fight: he's tense on his feet, almost prowling around the room.]

Peachy freaking keen.

[... well that isn't a good sign]

I should've figured. You look totally relaxed.

[pauses, and tries to settle into place, but he's still shifting his feet]

Yeah. Picture of calm consistency, that's me.

Absolutely. Can I come in?

[shrugs, walking closer to his bed]

Sure. Why not.

I could be plotting something sinister. Like personal contact.

[walks in]

[shrugs, leaving his left hand in the air as he turns to watch you more closely]

I'm not sure that's the answer here, but you're entitled to your opinions.

[kind of tense, still. it's fairly recognizeable, actually; he looked about the same after Mitsuru first arrived. he has a headache.]

I'll think about it. Did he threaten you?

[takes a deep breath before replying]

Not so much. But I'd like my knife back before he's forced to use it on someone or something. Because I'm pretty sure Carly isn't going to eat anything from a knife that's been used to kill or hurt someone.