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Posted: Tue, 14/03/2023 19:35 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVHe pushed Idris. He pushed Kubo. "I can't F**KING BELIEVE YOU TWO! MEI JUST DIED, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO? YOU IMMEDIATELY THREATEN TO KILL EACH OTHER? SHUT UP. SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS. SHUT. UP." He panted. "THERE IS NO METHOD TO THIS MADNESS! IT'LL JUST LEAD TO ANOTHER DEAD BODY!" ... "...so stop. Please." [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 14/03/2023 19:23 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVThe guy was not taking it well right now. "...hey. We're all tired. We're all hurting, because of this stupid thing. Let's... Stop saying things we don't mean. And take a breath. O-Okay?" But deep down, he knew they both meant it. ...he knew, and he hated it. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 14/03/2023 19:07 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POV"Alright...? I'm alive, aren't I?" "...that's... Not necessarily..." That laugh. That cruel, cruel laugh. What was that? That couldn't have come from Kubo, could it? Lucian hadn't even realized he'd reached for his felt tip pen until it clattered to the floor. "I guess Mei can't say that, can she, Idris? She'd sooner die than be with you. That must hurt." Lucian's eyes widened. "K-Kubo. What the hell? No. You don't... Mean that." Lucian was shaking. His hand moved on its own, but abruptly stopped. He'd almost hit Kubo across the face. But he couldn't do it. ... Because... How could he say such a thing? How could anyone say such a thing? "...Idris. I'm so sorry. I'm sure he didn't mean it! We're... We're all going through a hard time right now." Oh god. Oh god. What was happening?... Darcy Harper's POVIt made him sick. His hands itched for the sides of his head. Something was in the air now. Something about Mei Akamatsu's death... Was snapping everyone. ...and Darcy was terrified. No longer could he hope no one would kill. A killer would strike again. He couldn't trust anyone, not even people who seemed HARMLESS, like Setsuna. ...maybe... Not even... Darcy, shaking and trembling, turned to look at Sawyer. ...Sawyer, who... ... Were they even Sawyer anymore? All the same, he found himself running to hug them, with tears in his eyes. ... Sawyer. Sawyer was familiar. Sawyer was safe. Sawyer had to be safe. They weren't a killer. They weren't going to be killed. ... "Someone's gonna die," Darcy choked out. "It can be me, BUT I CAN'T LET IT BE YOU!" Sawyer's eyes widened. "Die...?" When Darcy saw that strange look in their eyes, he'd realized what he said. But sobbing while hugging them, when they had that bewildered look on their face.... They couldn't care less... Sawyer Laurens's POV... Die. Someone was going to die. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 14/03/2023 18:59 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVThey wouldn't need these soon anyway. His heart ached at the thought. They wouldn't need them soon anyway, because Futatabi was stabbed to death and pushed off the bridge that he didn't jump off of. They wouldn't need them soon anyway, because Mei Akamatsu was in that room, underneath that wheel, dead. Or dying. He didn't know which. All he knew was they couldn't save her. She was gone. Just so they all could freaking breathe again. Lucian permitted himself to sob quietly, pulling his scarf up. He wouldn't have cared if he hadn't been able to breathe. There was almost a certain comfort in Kubo holding him by the arm. ... He let his head fall onto Kubo's shoulder. ... He didn't even care how stupid and inappropriate and informal that gesture was. This wasn't any better than home. But Lucian strangely found himself wanting to go there. But he didn't want to go back to home, he wanted to go back to home when it was... Semi-okay. He wanted... To go back to things being semi-okay. He'd forgotten what that felt like. But you had to reach out and grasp that future. He reflected, briefly... Setsuna and Idris probably needed the most help here. Right now. ... I want to go home. ... Lucian's eyes widened. "K-Kubo...?" His eyes were wide with alarm. "...are you alright?" ... Yeah. The Bear WAS pretty violent. ... Miyako didn't seem like she was doing so hot either. ...what a game. "...what a horrible and twisted game," Lucian murmured to himself with a shudder. He swallowed. ...truly a horrible and twisted game. "...what a game indeed." [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 14/03/2023 18:35 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVLucian stiffened. ...she'd leave here unloved. ...not by Idris. Lucian let out a dulled squeak as Kubo dragged him by the arm into the Execution Room. But it was so soft, and so small. So... Pathetic. He almost didn't care it was Kubo that was touching him. He may as well have been being pulled under the surface of the water by a monster of some kind. A Siren, maybe. With its flashing eyes and gnashing teeth, singing promises of a perfect land that couldn't exist. Lucian watched helplessly as the gruesome events played out for Mei Akamatsu, a grimace upon his face, that he fought to try to turn into a smile. He willed himself to look away, but he just couldn't. He had to keep reminding himself, that this was for the best. That Mei Akamatsu's death meant the future. A brighter future for all concerned. ... It meant revelation. It meant revolution. It meant escape. It meant that he could figure out a way to help everyone here, and everything would be alright. They would all escape. He found himself looking not at the man who had stolen his heart, and taken him by the arm. He found himself looking at Setsuna, but most of all, he found himself looking at-- Mei Akamatsu. He was transfixed as she hung from that wheel. Kaoru. He couldn't help but think of her, hanging so limply. He wanted to cry out, to beg them to stop. But he knew it was no use, as the wheel slammed down. ...she was gone. Mei Akamatsu was forever gone from this world. That girl, that girl who may have been so important... To someone, out there. Who once may have been so innocent. He could have saved her. But he didn't. He couldn't dwell on that. He had to dwell on who he could save. Lucian whispered to himself, but no words came out. He wasn't even sure of what he would say. But he found himself with one thing on his mind... Darcy Harper's POVI can't. "Please, I want to see!" I can't. "Darcy?..." Go away. Sawyer, stop asking. I don't want you to get hurt. "Can I look? Please? What's... That noise?" "...It's not important," Darcy choked out, trying to keep the tears from flowing. Mei is gone. Will is gone, again. He should have been happy. But he wasn't. "I told you not to get yourself killed. So why? Why?" he whispered. It finally collapsed. Darcy stopped covering Sawyer's line of vision. "Darcy? What was going on?" ... "It's not important." ... "Was someone... Dying?" Darcy froze. Sawyer's mind would rarely jump to such a conclusion. Darcy turned to look at them, wide-eyed. "No. No, of course not." "...then why did you not want me to see?" They blinked. ... So Sawyer remembered... What dying was. Darcy didn't like this. What was happening to them? What was going on in their head? ... Darcy didn't like any of this. ... Mei was dead. ... Everyone was acting up. ... Oh, God, oh, God. God help us all. ... Is He even here? ... I don't know if He's even here. Sawyer Laurens's POVSawyer didn't understand. ... Mei... Was she... Killed? Sawyer wasn't sure why they thought that. Why would Mei have died? Why would that have been the punishment? ... Mom...? Dad...? ...where are you? This was... All so confusing. Sawyer wished they could make sense of it all. ... Everything was fine. It had to be. Your family's fine. You're fine. This... Whatever it is... It's fine. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 14/03/2023 00:23 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POV... Felicity was dead. Who was next? Was the killer only killing one person at a time? Why was Felicity targeted? Lucian tapped his pen thoughtfully. He just couldn't make sense of it all. "...do you have any ideas on who it might be among us?" Lucian asked. From the surface, of course, Artemis and Mei came across as suspicious. One of them being rather careless and rude about the whole business, which, of course, could still be the traits of an innocent. One of them rather... Sporadic, teasing, almost sadistic and cruel. Lucian shook his head. Because of the number of assumptions you had to make here, it could make anyone seem suspicious or innocent. So just who could it be?... He just couldn't piece it together. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 23:58 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POV... I wonder what he wants to talk about. And who would die next? A Yokai? ...or a human being? [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 21:13 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POV"oh, of course not. Here, or somewhere else?" A gnawing sense of dread settled in briefly. What if this person was planning to kill him?... No. Most likely not. He had to keep his guard up, but he wasn't going to just write everyone here off as a bloodthirsty killer. Even though... People could very often be that way. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 19:36 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POV... Dead. Felicity was... Dead. Someone among them was dead. Someone had died. This horrible thing... Was for real. Were they all just going to die here? This is my fault. This is all my fault! If I had just voted correctly... ... No. He had to find out who could have done this. He hadn't known this Felicity person. But... Someone had died. He had to stop this from happening again. So the question was... How could he figure out who was doing this? He wished it would do any good to kill himself. ...but it wouldn't. And that was just pathetic when he thought about it. Not some heroic, noble, nor strategic sacrifice. Just straight-up, stupid pointless suicide. The question was... How could he determine if anyone was suspicious? Lucian began gnawing on a lock of his hair subconsciously, deep in thought... [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 19:20 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVWould he throw his life away? For a bunch of strangers? Undoubtedly, yes. But... He could do more here if he was alive. Reluctantly... He wrote Artemis's name. I'm so sorry. He didn't want to vote for anyone. And he had hardly any reason to suspect him, or anyone else here, of anything. But because of that comment Artemis had made, he figured it at least a slight possibility. It was best to go with whichever had even slightly more chance of being correct, rather than completely randomly. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 19:09 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVHearing even Kubo say that, to Mei. Was a shock to Lucian's ears. Not that much earlier, he had been lashing out and trying to kill her. Like right now... They had been right, and that should have been a good thing. Such a good thing. Such a relief. But it wasn't. It really wasn't. What had been her story...? What had been Mei Akamatsu's story, before she wound up here? Lucian could almost see a sweet, smiling, laughing little girl. Playing with toys, hugging her parents, sleeping peacefully in her little bed. In a cozy little house, where nothing went wrong. It was funny, really. They all had been that once. Once upon a time. Just little kids with hardly a care in the world. There were no such words as "Ultimate" nor "Killing Game", nor any crushing expectations for everyone to follow. The only love you knew was that of your family, of your friends. The only achievement you knew was building your first little sandcastle. The only death you knew was the death of your ice-cream cone, and Mother always bought you another one. It was funny, really. Lucian had never had such experiences. But really... It was... What being a kid should have been like. What some of these people may have, or should have, experienced at some point. No goodbyes, only hellos. In a world where "I promise I won't go" isn't a lie. In a world where "I love you" means forever. In a world where everything means nothing but you look at the skies as though they're made of cotton candy. Where you look at the rolling fields as though they're made of stardust. In a world where someone could tell you you could fly, and you could believe it. And when Lucian thought about it... They were all still kids, really. "I still don't get why you turned yourself in, Mei. But I suppose I have to commend you for... whatever it was that did." ... What did Kubo mean? She'd... No. It wasn't that simple. He was right, really, wasn't he? But Lucian wanted to believe otherwise. He wanted to believe in that sliver of hope. He wanted to believe in that girl. ... Who was she, before all this happened? Hundreds. She'd killed hundreds of people. Was that a lie, intended to distance him? No. There was always a before. People always had reason that they turned to a life of crime. ... Lucian wished he could have gotten to know that reason for himself. Was it really... So foolish? That he wanted to believe, that Mei had done this, for at least the slightest bit of a selfless reason? That she had thought of Setsuna, and decided she wanted to save him? That she had thought of them all, and decided... She wanted to save them all? Did... Lucian really need to know the answer? He and Kubo really did have one thing in common, though, didn't they... They wanted to know the truth, without having to share their own. Lucian reached into his pocket and stared at the slightly crumpled most recent note upon his notepad. My truth...  … No, he couldn't write it. He just couldn't write it. … What were those last three words doing there anyway? "I love you." I mean… what the hell was he going to do? Drop a bomb on Kubo about himself and then say "I love you, please go out with me?" … Well, okay, maybe he'd have to, but… he wanted it to be something… breathtaking. Heartfelt. Romantic. Emotional. Kubo was too cool for something like this… But none of the poems he'd tried writing so far seemed to encapsulate his feelings. And he looked over at Mei, and at Idris, who could have had such… Lucian forced himself not to cry thinking about it. The future those two could have had together, if it weren't for this place. And poor Setsuna… … It'd be alright. Somehow. No one else would have to be separated. He didn't want to have to watch Mei be executed, but he knew in his heart… He held onto that hope, that it could mean something new. Not just the end of Mei, but the end of sadness. Torment. Bloodshed. Suffering. But then he looked over at Sawyer, who seemed so hopelessly lost and confused. At Darcy, who seemed to quiver and shake, to be struggling to hold it together. At Setsuna, who now had the deaths of not one, but two people, on his conscience, and possibly the hatred of almost everyone here. At Akari who… well, he was Akari, when was that guy ever okay? And at Mei, and at Miyako, and at… At Idris, and Saeko and… Everyone, really… But it was okay. …everything would be okay. Right? What was broken could be repaired. And Lucian found himself writing a poem, that was definitely not a reference of any kind. I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar. It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams. Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens. I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out. It's warm and tingly. But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe. And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row. My collection makes me lots of friends. Each bottle a starlight to make amends. Sometimes my friend feels a certain way. Down comes a bottle to save the day. Night after night, more dreams. Friend after friend, more bottles. Deeper and deeper my fingers go. Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies. Digging and digging. Scraping and scraping. I blow dust off my bottle caps. It doesn't feel like time elapsed. My empty shelf could use some more. My friends look through my locked front door. Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends. In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much? I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after the other. Holding them out to each and every friend. Each and every bottle. But every time I let one go, it shatters against the tile between my feet. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in shards, all over the floor. They were supposed to be for my friends, my friends who aren't smiling. They're all shouting, pleading. Something. But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Inside my head. Lucian blinked and stared. How had the poem gotten like that?... It was so strange. He'd almost not been aware he had even been writing it. His cursive was all… scribbled. He shook his head. He couldn't think of poetry at a time like this. "...goodbye, Mei Akamatsu." ...and goodbye to Horatia, he thought, making a little drawing of her. ...and goodbye to Kaoru, he thought, adding a little drawing of her next to Horatia. ...and goodbye to Futatabi, he thought, making a little drawing of her next to them. ...goodbye, Mei. I'm sorry, he thought, adding the little drawing of her. He'd drawn the four of them holding hands. Smiling, even. He wanted to imagine them as happy. …maybe somewhere out there, they would be. At least, he hoped so. The ink from his pen stained his hands. . . . No. He didn't want to do this. . . . He didn't want to help with this. . . . Why? Lucian didn't know why it all came back to him now. All those memories, all those horrifying memories… He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Why would Kaoru not leave his mind? Not her gentle voice. Not the warmth of her touch. Not that softness of her hair and her skin… Not her tears. Not her screams. Not her body, hanging there, in the Execution Room. … It had only been a day or two. But he'd never forget her, he knew that. Nor the promise they made. He'd figure this out, somehow. I'll help you all, okay? Idris. Setsuna. Akari. Saeko. Kubo. Miyako. Shi. Darcy. Sawyer. Solaro. Akora. Mika. Sutaraitsu. I promise. He just had to hold onto that hope… That they could all get out of here. A nagging voice within his mind told him he couldn't possibly hope to save them all. … He knew that, and yet… How could he not? Knowing everyone who had died already. Knowing what could have been… Mei would be the fourth casualty. It almost didn't feel real. Eighteen of them had come here, almost without a care in the world. Some thought they'd escape. Others thought they'd live there. Others thought… it wasn't really happening. They'd all been alive. Lucian inhaled sharply. He'd been in far more dangerous situations than this before. But it hurt so much more… When you lived with these people. When you got to know their smiles, their laughs, their hopes and their dreams. You wanted them all to make it to morning. But you saw them, slowly, but surely, breaking down. Even Setsuna… Even Setsuna Jun was driven to murder. And Lucian couldn't help but feel like that may have been his fault. He knew Mei wouldn't want that though. "...I guess it's time for the execution," he murmured. And with it, he hoped, this would be the last time. And with it, he hoped for a bright new future for everyone. The doors would open. And everyone, joined together, some of them friends, some of them lovers… All of them smiling, despite the pain. Maybe even being given a chance to grieve outside this horrible place. For those that they lost. I'll tell Kubo the truth. …somehow. Someday. And maybe… I'll tell him that I love him. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough to tell everyone my truth. … When the realization hit him. There was one person here he could tell. One person, who would understand. One person, who could take it with her to her grave. But in that moment, he hesitated. … What would be the point? What peace of mind would it bring him to know that she died knowing the truth? But some part of him… wanted to tell her. I wish I could have told him no. I didn't want that kind of life anymore. I didn't want to hurt people. …but he'd kill me. My father would kill me. I know he would. Sawyer Laurens's POVWhat was… that look in Akari's eyes? That… pain. It felt somehow, all too familiar. Sawyer flinched. "Blood," they whispered. "...why was there… blood on the kitchen floor?" … Since when… Was it blood? Wasn't it pasta sauce? She's gone on vacation. Your dog ran away to a butterfly farm. I'm going away for a little while. "H-Hey. Akari… I think you're frightening Sawyer!" Darcy pulled them away. …? Darcy. Something so familiar about that name. Somehow. Everything was all so disconnected, like an unsolved word search puzzle. "Mama, can you help me solve this one?" "Ooh, that looks like a hard one! I think that word is… crosswalk?" … Cars. The world. Everything is fine. What happened that day? I can't remember. I don't know what happened. I did nothing wrong. I visited my friends today. Everything was fine. It's all a game. Nothing is real. . . . "...doublethink." "Darcy, Darcy, can I go see Mei?" Sawyer asked, blinking. "She looks awful sad. I don't think she deserves to be punished!" Darcy Harper's POVDarcy saw the pleading look in Sawyer's eyes, and sighed. "...okay. If you must." They were so innocent… and it hurt. Darcy inhaled sharply. He wanted to be mad at Akari, he wanted to shout at him. He could have hurt Sawyer!! But… He couldn't be mad. He just couldn't be. He wanted to go talk to Mei, but he couldn't. You're a coward, Darcy. She's right, isn't she? "...Erica, why does no one like me?" "Darcy, what do you mean? I like you." YOU'RE LYING. …because she couldn't like him. No one liked Darcy. "...well, it's just… nothing. Nothing at all." "Darcy, if something's bothering you… you can tell me, you know? I'm your sister." Darcy shook his head. "...no. I'm fine." And he would smile and say he was fine. But Sawyer… Sawyer could do it without it being pretend at all. How did they do it? How did they stay… so happy, all the time? It hadn't been nothing at all. Erica, why do our teachers like you better? Why does Mom like you better? Why does Will like you better? … And then the truly horrifying thing struck Darcy. He had done to Sawyer exactly what his own dad had done to him. …left, and never came back. Sometimes Darcy couldn't help but resent his father. How could he just leave, with no explanation? How could he just… abandon them? Mom wouldn't be drinking. She wouldn't be crying, when she thought she was alone, and Darcy would hear… Maybe she wouldn't be hitting people either. Maybe she wouldn't be shouting either. … …maybe Erica wasn't doing so great either. Given how Dad left, and the state Mom was in… she probably felt like she had to be the overachiever of the family. But all that realization did, was make Darcy feel worse. He heard Sawyer over there, talking to Mei. "Hey, Mei! Why are you being punished? That's not very nice… you shouldn't be punished! Why's this happening? Are… you okay? Do you need a hug? (why does she look so sad?)" Darcy sighed. "Akari… are you alright?" A worried look came into his eyes. "...do you have… problems about being touched?" Darcy could still almost feel the fresh welts and bruises. The funny thing was, he almost missed his mom. … How was she even holding up right now? "I know what that's like. It's okay if you do. Maybe… we could tell Sawyer. If that's the case." … Naïve, innocent Sawyer. Who thought the punishment wasn't death at all. "When the punishment is over… maybe we could play a game together or something?" …No, Sawyer, NO! Don't say that! … Don't… Darcy buried his face in his hands. …how could this be happening? Would it happen again? Would… someone else die, just like this? …where was God when you REALLY needed him? Was he EVER really there?... "Lucky is she, who lives unaware," Darcy whispered to himself. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 07:01 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POV"...I suppose you're right, though. I'm Lucian Arbred." ...he frowned. Of course innocent people died every day. ...Lucian knew that better than anyone. But, still. He didn't have to say something so... Remarkably... ... No, it was alright. Lucian's feelings weren't of any significance. "...not necessarily rid ourselves. But you're right that that is a fact." What a strange assortment of people this was... Did all of them have anything in common? [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 06:51 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POV...but how could he condemn anyone? He shivered. ...he had to. But who? They couldn't just pretend everything was fine like this. They had to figure this out... Somehow. He sighed and headed over to Athena, shaking his head. "...I hate to interrupt. We have a pressing problem." He lowered his head. "...I wish we were here, just to make friends. But we have a problem to figure out. Otherwise, innocent people might die." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 06:38 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVWow. This was GREAT news. They HAD TO kill someone! He blinked. That one girl seemed... Strangely optimistic. Lucian winced, his heart pounding. They might not have time to all get to know each other. "...I guess we somehow have to figure out who the Yokai are here... But how?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 06:14 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVHe heard someone speaking. She said her name was Paiyoon. He smiled and slowly walked over to her, sticking his hand out for a handshake. "...Lucian Arbred. I'm afraid not. I'm sorry." As he sighed, and pulled his trusty notepad out of his pocket, that question seemed to glare at him ever further, like that of the sun on an especially hot day. "...it's a good question," he murmured thoughtfully. It almost made him shudder. The idea that someone knew how they got here. And then, he heard the announcement, and his shoulders tensed up. Lucian nervously tugged at his hair, as he withdrew breath after breath, slowly letting his shoulders make their way back to normal elevation. "...oh." We have to... Vote to kill someone? But why? Why would this be necessary? ... No one should be killed. It was horrific, really. The things human beings killed over. Sometimes it was money, or it was power, or it was in the name of love. Bitterness, jealousy, maybe in some cases, it was self-defense. Some might even do it for fun. He shook his head. This was bad... He bit his lips uncomfortably, and crossed his arms, tugging ever so slightly at his scarf. "...we have to kill? Why?" That was the first thing he wanted to know. The second thing was... Was it possible to choose not to kill anyone? But then... Lucian remembered. "...extermination. so they don't hurt others." Either way, the words still tasted bitter as they slipped from his mouth. Why should someone else have to die so they all could continue living? Were there really killers among them? Have you learned NOTHING from all you've been through, Luke? ANYONE can be a killer. Don't be so naïve. Lucian inhaled sharply. ...go away. It'd be alright. They'd all figure this out... Somehow. "...voting someone... Should we really do it?" Lucian stared over in alarm at the purple-haired girl who had spoken. He grimaced. "Hey, hey. How was she supposed to know we were clueless too?" he asked her. He responded without annoyance, or anger, or irritation. Although, of course, he was slightly upset. After all, there was no reason to react like that. He blinked rapidly, as the girl began to laugh about the... Horse racing. Such an odd and unstable person... "...um, sorry. We haven't been introduced. Have we? I'm Lucian." He tried offering her a friendly smile. "...and you are?" ...what was that boy going on about? A roleplayer? No. No one was voting anyone. He did agree with him that no one should have to die though. This whole situation was so messed up... Honestly, did any of them really have to vote? Couldn't they... Not? Or try to escape this place? ...the idea of there being killers... Still loomed in the air. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 03:11 (1 Year ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVMei Akamatsu had killed Futatabi Akarui. As he opened his eyes, he found his gaze itching over to look at Mei. And then… at Setsuna. Setsuna. Poor Setsuna. … Mei had made herself the villain in their history, so that she would die and he would live. But Lucian forced himself not to cry. He forced a grim smile upon his face. It was… almost a relief, really. He saw Kubo trying to look away. And how could he blame him, really?... Lucian walked over to Setsuna, making sure he kept himself slightly at a distance. …this boy… He was almost a killer. He had killed with the intention of saving everyone. He had fully intended to give up his own life, just so they all could live. Lucian knew what that was like. …he… He had been willing to give up his own life himself. But he thought momentarily, of Futatabi's lifeless body. Would he have been willing to become a killer… even if he were the killer of a stranger, and would not have to live with what he had done… If it could save everyone? He could almost see Kaoru's desperate, pleading face. How she had begged… …begged for EVERYONE to die. Just so she could live. But yet, Lucian couldn't be mad at her. He just… couldn't. Not at that person, that he had known such a short time, but that he had held so tightly as she buried her tearful face in his shoulder. Screaming, begging, pleading with him… "Don't leave me." Kaoru's words left his lips, though they had not been directed at anyone at all. Perhaps… Lucian had known how to empathize with Kaoru. … It was funny, really. When your siblings were older than you, but you had to be the mature one. I remember Caroline looked so despondent. Her eyes were always so empty when she sat in that chair. I remember, when I was very young… that I got out of bed once, late at night. My mom and… Father… were arguing. I don't recall what it was about. Caroline hadn't even raised her voice that much, but he hit her all the same. He hit her all the same. The hitting was inevitable. The pain… was inevitable. I remember how I saw her, growing thinner and thinner every day. I didn't quite understand back then, what was going on. But somehow, I knew she was suffering. I wanted it to stop. But not like that. …I didn't want to find her hanging outside, at that tree, that same empty look in her eyes. Kathryn was so mortified, and I didn't yet understand why. But as I grew older… And I looked back… It haunted me. I would cry, and I would cry, and I would cry… Crying. …My father never liked crying. That wasn't what real men did. You had to learn to be so good. You had to learn to be so quiet. So compliant. The slightest thing, and you were beaten. Or worse. …I don't know what Caroline saw in him. I miss Caroline, sometimes. I miss her, and I wish I hadn't been too young to understand. And then there was Kathy, and although she was older… it was always me who had to look out for her. Who else would? …in the end, it wasn't enough. Funny how everything can all be over, with just the pulling of a trigger. Is my father still alive? Part of me hopes he isn't. … That's just cruel, though, isn't it? … Why did my father do the things he did? … I'll never understand. … Maybe his father was bad too. … I hate alleyways. They're so narrow. It often feels like there's no escape from them. … Is there any escape for me, even? … I'll die too. … I'm already dead. "...Setsuna… can we talk later?" Lucian asked, careful not to touch him. He didn't want to startle him too much. Not when… not when Mei was… About to die. She was going to die too. Death was always an inevitability. … But it was okay. Everyone wasn't going to die. Not yet. I hate guns. I hate knives. I HATE KILLING. And in this school… no more. And someday… in the world, maybe… Lucian looked awfully distant. No more. Darcy Harper's POV"A-Akari?! Are you alright?" Suddenly all jealousy was forgotten, and Darcy just felt really worried about him. …and then… Darcy heard Monokuma, and swallowed sharply. So… Mei had killed Futatabi. No surprise there, was there? There was no framing involved whatsoever. Darcy didn't even know how to begin with the turmoil he was feeling. Mei is going to die. Good…? Mei is going to die. Bad…? Mei is going to die. …Please go… Mei is going to die. Please don't go… "Well, Darcy. I guess it's time for us to be going then." It was the first time his mother had spoken to him since the time they had been getting ready to move. "...anything else you have left to do?" Darcy opened his mouth to respond, but the words didn't form. I have to say goodbye to Sawyer. He hadn't even told them… that he was going to be moving away. …But… As cruel as it sounded, he didn't want to. …why would he? … It wasn't like Sawyer had done anything wrong. It wasn't their fault they didn't know. It wasn't their fault… that… because of them… … No, it wasn't their fault. But if I told them… they'd want to know why. And I can't bear to tell them… … "...no, Mom. Nothing at all." I can't bear to tell them the truth, about Erica, about Will… Sawyer… I'm so sorry. And Darcy had spent all that time convincing himself… He told himself every single thing he hated about Sawyer. Every single thing he envied about Sawyer. He tried and tried and tried to justify it to himself. …that he had left, without ever saying goodbye. …that Sawyer now felt just as invisible, as Darcy himself, had never wanted to be. Darcy's stomach squirmed as he looked at Setsuna. He… was like a reminder. A reminder of what Darcy did. …and Darcy… didn't want to think of that. Will is walking away… again. …this time, to a grave. Sawyer Laurens's POVPunishment? For what? "Is… Mei going to stand in the corner?" Sawyer blinked. Standing in the corner… …? What was that… Bearbot thingy? Karster looked upset. "W-Whoa! Karster, you 'kay?" …Mei. Who was that? …Why did… She… … A flash of some kind came into Sawyer's eyes. "...cards?" they whispered. Why were cards… sad? …what… gambler? Why was Sawyer… sad? No, they couldn't be sad. They weren't sad. Nothing was sad. …nothing… Was ever sad… [Read more] |
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Lucian Arbred's POVThe Yokai world. Somehow, that sounded faintly familiar to Lucian. Like a distant memory. He wasn't quite sure what to do first here. He slightly tugged at his scarf, in an attempt to keep his hands occupied. He withdrew a few breaths, and closed his eyes deep in thought. What would everyone be like here? In this situation? How would this all end?... The important thing, would of course, be to be aware of his surroundings. To never find himself alone. And then everything would unfold properly from there. He would make himself aware of the people here, and get to the bottom of all this. Everything will be alright. Somehow. Although, it was always a good reassurance to have a weapon handy... Lucian hated weapons. What they were used for, what they were capable of... They made him shiver at the sight of them. But... Often, they were necessary. [Read more] |
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Name of Character: Lucian Arbred Character Age: 16 Years Old Personality: A very quiet and soft-spoken person of few words. He usually tends to be very calm and collected, but even he can be pushed too far. Lucian is a very kind and empathetic person who seeks to be helpful towards almost anyone he comes across, but he is also somewhat cautious in nature and may hesitate to do things that are impulsive when it comes to helping others out. He spends most of his time in his head, observing things from a distance, trying to come to conclusions about situations. His mind is secondarily most focused upon the people around him, and how he can best accommodate others. Lucian has deeply-rooted self-hatred, seeing himself as completely worthless and even dehumanizing himself as nothing more than a tool to help others feel better. Despite the many hardships he has faced in his past, and how dangerous he knows people can be, he has a problem with idealizing others too much, always hoping for the best in them. He may see people less so as what they are, but more so as who they have the potential to be. He tries to focus on what seems to be the few key parts of something in regards to problem-solving, and to try to align them to the most likely possibility. He is something of a philosophical person in nature, and may often say such statements or ask such questions. Lucian does not deem his own emotions to be important, and often does his best to neglect and suppress them. He is also rather lacking in a sense of essence of who he is, and, all too often, may wind up following groupthink and hiding what he truly thinks, possibly even from himself. Appearance: A small, short-statured boy with almond-colored skin, with white vitiligo covering his face and body. His hair is white in color and semi-long, somewhat fluffy and cloud-like in texture, and in nature. His eyes are large and reddish-brown, and look similarly to those of a deer's, usually sparkling in interest about something. He wears a gray T-Shirt with teal stripes, with a white off-the-shoulder sweater on overtop. His body is also covered with various scars, most of which are covered up by the clothes he wears. Lucian also wears light-gray shorts, and wintery blue socks with snowflakes on them, and white slip-on shoes. He also wears a white flower and yellow crescent moon hairclip, and a long dark blue scarf. Backstory (Optional, but recommended): ...I might add this later, who knows? Reference Image (Optional, but recommended):  Password (Found in the Rules): Ōmagatoki Other: Welp, this is a form, I guess! [Read more] |
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Lucian Arbred's POVAs Lucian reluctantly spun the lever to vote for Mei, there was only one thing that made him do it. Although he hesitated so, as he flicked it with a grimace. No one should have to die. This was all so awful. Why? Why was someone forcing them all into this? "...it's not your fault, Setsuna. And... Mei wants this. She..." Lucian hesitated. "She wants to do this for you... Please, don't blame yourself. Just try to live with your life that she saved." That one thing, that was getting Lucian to spin that lever, was that everyone might die if he didn't. That was all. That was the only thing preventing him from spinning it to vote for himself. He knew, it wasn't technically his fault. He knew that... And yet... He felt like it was. But... That was okay. He wouldn't let anything like this happen ever again. It would all turn out okay, somehow. He shook his head at Kubo's words. It wasn't fine. Things weren't fine. Not yet. He clenched his hands into fists. He wanted to angrily shout at Miyako, about all those things he shouldn't say. About how it might have been her fault that Kaoru was dead. And Horatia... But... That was just the thing, wasn’t it? Lucian held nothing but theories on the matter. Theories, and possibly a grudge based entirely on emotion. He didn't want to blame her. Shout things about how she didn't truly care about anyone here but her precious girlfriend. That she was just letting Mei slip away, without a word of any kind of noteworthy care, or love of any sort. But Lucian kept quiet. He kept quiet, like he always did. Therapists weren't supposed to say such things. They were supposed to be unbiased, and the only thoughts he should hold were the ones that would help people get better, not worse. Because what would be the use? What would be the point, for him to shout at Miyako... About things she may not have meant to imply? Maybe she had nothing to do with Kaoru's death. Maybe Lucian had made that all up, out of grief. Lucian Arbred thought he had grown used to pain. Pain, suffering. He saw it all around him. He had tasted grief, and so many different types of pain and suffering. Both from himself, and he saw it, he heard it, he smelled it, he sensed it around him. He did whatever it took to ease such suffering. Lucian didn't feel mad at Mei, as she connotated all those things they had said and done to one another as sappy BS. He remembered Kaoru, now, and fought to keep the tears from his eyes. How ridiculous, wasn't it? One day Mei Akamatsu was in your life, teasing and mocking and berating you and everything you held dear, teasing you about sleeping with people you were close to, acting annoyed at your trauma and-- Okay, maybe it was time for some serious self-evaluation. There was nothing endearing about Mei at all. But it was funny, really... How you realized you were going to miss it. How you got used to having someone around, and then... They were just gone. Maybe there was something endearing about her, in a way. In how she was casting aside her life for Setsuna's sake. In how, Lucian knew... She had a story. She had a family, of her own. She had friends, or, maybe she didn't, who knew? She had acquaintances, frenemies, enemies. She was... Human. Even if she may not have seemed that way anymore. Maybe she didn't even see herself as human, Lucian wasn't sure. But even hearing her speak so... Insensitively about the many murders she had committed... Lucian couldn't care less. She was human, just like the rest of them, deep down, at her core. And he would miss her. He knew he would miss her. Everything would feel strange without her. And Lucian knew, he knew... As... He glanced at Kubo. He glanced at Miyako. He glanced at Akora. He glanced at Setsuna. He glanced at Saeko. He glanced at Idris. He glanced at Akari. He glanced at Mika. He glanced at Sutaraitsu. He glanced at Darcy. He glanced at Shi. He glanced at Solaro. That whether everyone loved her, or loathed her, everyone had been marked by Mei Akamatsu. She was the Mister Kane of this school, and she in all her bizarre, chaotic, imprinting essence, would never be forgotten. And everyone would be haunted till their dying days by her last words. At least, Lucian would. "...goodbye, Mei," Lucian whispered, mostly to himself. Darcy Harper's POVOnly a shadow, and it's never fair" Darcy grinned, an awful, forced grin, in tears. Dear God, his mascara was a mess now. He'd have to fix that later... Huh?... It seemed like such a strangely ordinary thing. Like life hadn't changed forever at all. Like they weren't all trapped inside this horrible thing. Darcy let out a deep breath of air and pushed his fingers up against the surface of his helmet. Mei was going to die. He could almost hear the piano. He could almost hear the rain. He could almost hear that last conversation that he had with Erica... The day before everything went to hell. She was talking about surprising him with daises, and this new song. This new song, she wrote it herself... Darcy grimaced. He... He didn't want to remember that song... He shook his head. He couldn't think about that. He spun the lever to Mei. Condemning someone, huh?... ...condemning someone... He voted for Mei Akamatsu. There were no fairy tales in real life. No happy endings. Love... What was the point of love? So many ways it could end so badly. Heck, just read Romeo and Juliet. ... Erica got the role of Juliet in the play. Why was she always... So good at everything? He knew he should be happy for her, but it just... Hurt. What was the point of love? He found himself looking at Idris. Your lover dies, and leaves you alone. Your lover breaks up with you, or divorces you. The person you love never loves you in the first place, and rejects you. You're with them for a long time, they realize they never loved you. Darcy knew he probably had no reason to be so pessimistic, but... He glanced at the perplexed Sawyer, a sad smile upon his face. And in some cases, the person you love... Doesn't feel the same way, and they'll never understand the way you feel. Or worse... Worst of all... Darcy felt his heart sinking, like a rock to the bottom of a pond... They forget you ever existed. Darcy couldn't help but think, hearing Setsuna's pleading… would the people he loved see less of him now? Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me… …Sawyer loved that book. It was their favorite… Darcy's eyes widened. He spurred into reality. SAWYER!! "No, Akari, I understand… I'm sorry." He sighed, and promptly forced Sawyer to pull the lever to Mei. Sawyer Laurens's POVAkari was… saying something about focusing on… this? Focusing on what? They felt Darcy tugging their arm, and making them pull a lever. It felt… strangely nice. Comforting almost. There was something so familiar about him, but Sawyer couldn't quite place their finger on it. The pieces shuffled again in their mind. The puzzle couldn't quite seem to fit together. Their heart pounded in their chest, and they found themself smiling without knowing the reason. "Why didja make me pull this thingy?" Sawyer asked, puzzled. Then, they gasped. "Is it like, part of a Redstone contraption?!" Darcy blinked, let go of Sawyer's arm, and crossed his arms. He muttered something about, "...I guess their memory is still good for video game references…" while Sawyer stared in puzzlement. "I don't know what the big deal is about this… memory stuff? But, hey! Maybe the three of us can explore this place! I wanna see what it's like!" Sawyer chirped. Darcy let out a strange quiet piercing whistling noise with gritted teeth. "Hhh, Sawyer, I'm afraid we can't do that. We're leaving after Mei…" He faltered. "...after Mei dies." Something shattered in Sawyer's face. "...dies? This Mei person is… going to die? Why?" Darcy sighed. "She, well… Sawyer… it's no use explaining it to you." He shook his head. "But- but, I wanna know! Pleeeease? Karster, can you tell me?!" Sawyer eagerly grabbed Akari's hands, [Read more] |