Sleuth!! The Ryuseki Newspaper Detective?!

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Who: Mitsuya, open
What: Mitsuya is nosy.
When: The day after the magic incident, a bit after school.
Where: Ryuseki hallways.



Mitsuya's brief visit to the club she occasionally called home had left her in despair (at least, as much despair as she could be in, which wasn't much). As she saw it, her mission was to entertain and illuminate, to give people a taste of something apart from their dreary lives, not to elucidate more of that dreaded drudgery.

But Shinozaki-san had threatened to pull her column altogether if she refused the assignment, so to her dismay, she was stuck with it, and it with her. The thought hung over her like a nearly literal cloud.

But she was not one to sink into despair for long, and halfway to her locker, she'd figured out what she needed to brighten her spirits: an adventure. A new place to explore. Somewhere with an air of mystery, where rumors circulated like the wind.

She knew just the place.

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There was no question of standing still. In the course of the few seconds of listening to that voice, Tsuchi had become too worried and fear-filled to think. He went over, and took over the window-cracking - they had all been painted shut. He reached inside his pocket for a key and hovered it an inch over the frame. He began to feel like a criminal.

"I don't know if this is a good idea..."

He thought his throat was tighter than he could remember

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There was a reason Takeo was president of the disciplinary committee. His leadership skills.

He grabbed Tsuchi's hand firmly, and, with the other, snatched the key, announcing, "Then postpone the good ideas until a suitable time for them!" SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH-- the corners were cleared, and Takeo then tried to slam the window up.

"It's almost like you've never gone on a daring escape before," he told Tsuchi, handing back the key.

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Tsuchi pulled back his hand as soon as it was released, incredibly swiftly and with great tiredness. He was by then too exhausted to argue with whatever was coming. Then Takeo was scratching at the window pane, and handing the key back to him. Spotlighted.

"No, not really," he said at last. He snatched the key back and hid it - and his hands, underneath his arms.

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The window struggled to open for a bit, which got a few grunts out of Takeo. However, he didn't need to be as subtle about it as another person going through a similar problem upstairs. And so after sufficient effort, he managed to slam the window up-- the glass cracked, and he jumped back briefly, but some glass fell on his arm, cutting a small gash across it. Nothing major, but it made him flinch.

Luckily, there was no glass left on the actual window frame. Excellent.

"I paid for our escape in BLOOD. We're getting out," he commanded, grabbing out and jumping out the window, only to be directly in position for an unfortunate gravitational phenomena. (http://asylums.insanejournal.com/savedacitydesu/2311.html?thread=69639#t69639)

(THIS THREAD CONTINUES BELOW, ON MITSUYA'S THREAD.)