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Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 06:06 (1 Year ago)
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On the way out, Akari contemplated his next actions. Yeah, sure, he decided on going to the kitchen to get his mind off things, but what would he even do after that? Man, for someone who's supposed to be smart, he was kind of a dumbass, wasn't he? Well, before he could even make is final decision, he began to hear some... concerning commotion. Didn't seem all that friendly, and he recognized one of the voices to be that wretched blue-haired scumbag, so he decided to act like it never even happened. Akari first decided to head upstairs to scout the building briefly, see if he missed anything that would catch his interest.
Hmm... Nothing so far, everything around here was already brought to his attention, so he concluded that it was just a small waste of time. Well, that is, until he noticed something unusual about a certain room. The Nurse's office had someone in it, which intriguied him. Who the hell would be in here? Didn't seem like there was more than one person, given by the lack of talking, but they were definitely doing something.
He moved towards the room slowly, still curious to see what was going on, finally moving close enough to see the one occupying the room was...
Lucian? Odd, but not really unexpected. He tilted his head slightly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, entering the room quietly. He didn't go very far, just barely past the entrance, but enough to make his presence known to the Ultimate Therapist.
"What... Are you doing?"
Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 17:19 (1 Year ago)
“You tried to… kill Saeko?! Is that what you’re saying?”
"Yep. Am I ashamed? Yes.
Ashamed that I didn't finish the job." His lips curled into that cruel grin again. "Before you say it, I'm not an awful person. It's more....for revenge, y'know? An eye for an eye? They ruined my life, so I ruin theirs, by taking it."
He groaned.
"But don't worry. I won't try anything funny anymore. I've got better things to do."
Idris shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm not- I-
Ugh.
I wasn't always like this, y'know. I don't want to be a jerk." He bit his lip angrily.
“That’s not true! We weren’t going to kill him! I- at least, I wasn’t. It’s just… something he said, startled me… that’s… all…
"Sure." He muttered. "He just startled you." Idris repeated.
”I’m sorry.”
"Sorry? Nothing to be sorry for. Why would you be sorry, Darcy Harper? Why?"
"What's there to be sorry for?" He muttered.
He felt an odd sense of shame, and worry. Maybe he shouldn't have said that.
He had tried to keep it a secret, his distaste for physical contact, but sometimes his feelings got the better of him.
Idris shuddered.
"Idris and Darcy are confirmed canon!"
Dammit. Of course the bear had to pop up, at the worst of times.
"The viewers ship them! They ship themselves! It's practically destiny! We can definitely make a lot of money out of the merch!"
"Ugh."
"Two hundred thousand for the Darcy and Idris cuddling fanart? Selling, selling- sold!"
Ew.
He shivered again. Cuddling, really? That was so out of character.
“WH-WHAT? NO!! ABSOLUTELY NOT! WHAT THE HELL?!”
Damn. Darcy was...fuming.
“NEVER IN A BILLION YEARS!”
"Okay, geez? I think Monokuma and I get the point already, goddamn."
Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 18:31 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
An eye for an eye...
Suddenly, Darcy looked incredibly stiff. Like he had been replaced with a cardboard cutout decoy that a couple of twin bakers would use to play Hide-And-Seek with somebody. Something about what Idris just said...
Felt uncomfortably... familiar...
He wanted to say something about how Idris shouldn't do that, that he had no right, that he should forgive and forget, that that was what their Lord and savior Jesus Christ would want them to do, but, well...
Not only was he not about to force his religious agenda on this deranged teenager, but... he didn't feel like he had the right to comment on it.
It would be... quite hypocritical of him... because...
. . .
"But don't worry. I won't try anything funny anymore. I've got better things to do."
That's not very comforting.
Instead, Darcy chose to say something more rational, rather than some overemotional bullsh*t.
"Idris... four people have already died. You could have made it six if you had gone through with killing Saeko. Were you TRYING to cause people more grief? If all of us acted like you, soon enough, none of us would even have a chance of making it out of this hellhole. Not that there was much of a chance to begin with, and I do not have much hope that we'll make it out of here. Regardless... that's really not a smart move."
"I'm not- I-"
And then... the guilt came back. When he saw Idris like that. It... felt so familiar.
"I wasn't always like this, y'know. I don't want to be a jerk."
"I don't think... any of us were. We're all here because we're a bunch of traumatized special snowflakes handpicked to slaughter each other so there are less menaces in society. Is that right, Monokuma?" Darcy asked sarcastically.
"Sure. He just startled you."
Darcy just narrowed his eyes and decided to make no further comment on that.
"Sorry? Nothing to be sorry for. Why would you be sorry, Darcy Harper? Why? What's there to be sorry for?"
"Well, you're... hurting a lot right now. I'm not giving you enough credit, am I? This is all stupid bs. None of us should be stuck here, none of us should be dead, none of us should be... fighting. We're just succumbing to what the bear wants..."
"Ugh."
Thank God. Idris was disgusted as he was.
"Okay, geez? I think Monokuma and I get the point already, goddamn."
He winced. "Uhhh. No offense, Idris. Really. It's just- God, I don't know. I guess you could say it... 'startled me'."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 18:41 (1 Year ago)
"Idris... four people have already died. You could have made it six if you had gone through with killing Saeko. Were you TRYING to cause people more grief? If all of us acted like you, soon enough, none of us would even have a chance of making it out of this hellhole. Not that there was much of a chance to begin with, and I do not have much hope that we'll make it out of here. Regardless... that's really not a smart move."
"Cause grief? Would any of you really grieve for that pathetic excuse for a person? Really? Tell me. Oh tell me, Darcy, have you ever had a conversation with them? Do you know them personally? Do you know anything about them? Do you know the things they've done? DO YOU?"
His breathing became erratic.
"DO YOU KNOW THE LIVES THEY'VE TAKEN? THE GRIEF THEY'VE CAUSED? DO YOU?" His fingers clenched.
"Do I care if it's a smart move? No." Idris seemed to calm down. "But it would make me feel a whole load better."
He groaned.
"And heck, sure, maybe I'll become exactly like Saeko, by taking a life. But that's life, y'know? I have to make sacrifices in life. The sacrifice being my dignity."
"You just, ugh. If you knew what they did, you wouldn't be saying these things right now, Darcy Harper. Believe me, you wouldn't.
"I don't think... any of us were. We're all here because we're a bunch of traumatized special snowflakes handpicked to slaughter each other so there are less menaces in society. Is that right, Monokuma?"
He didn't say anything.
"Well, you're... hurting a lot right now. I'm not giving you enough credit, am I? This is all stupid bs. None of us should be stuck here, none of us should be dead, none of us should be... fighting. We're just succumbing to what the bear wants..."
"Hurting? I'm not hurting? What are you on about? I'm fine?"
"Uhhh. No offense, Idris. Really. It's just- God, I don't know. I guess you could say it... 'startled me'."
"I was...joking, but m'kay."
Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 19:45 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
Darcy was taken aback by Idris shouting once again. He took a moment to collect himself, inhaling and exhaling sharply.
"DO YOU KNOW THE LIVES THEY'VE TAKEN? THE GRIEF THEY'VE CAUSED? DO YOU?"
"...no," he admitted. "No, I don't. I'm just saying, it seems... really drastic. And it's not going to fix anything." It was hard to decide exactly what to say to that. If Saeko was really so awful, maybe the world would be better off without them. And knowing what... he himself had done... Darcy tried not to think about it, but it was so hard when the memory always stared you straight in the face. The thought of another class trial made him feel like there were bugs crawling along his skin, and he couldn't get them off.
Up and down and up and down and up and down... They'd swarm and swarm you and they wouldn't go away. Whispering about what you did.
Is what Idris tried to do really so bad, in comparison to what you did? He wanted to do it to someone who caused him grief... yes, but... he's also trying to rid the world of someone who caused nothing but grief to those around them. Can you say the same?
It all happened so fast... was... it really so bad, so wrong of him, that he...
That he...
Everyone loved her. She made a lot of people's lives better. And what did I even do, anyway?
"Do I care if it's a smart move? No. But it would make me feel a whole load better."
"It would make you feel better," he murmured dryly.
"And heck, sure, maybe I'll become exactly like Saeko, by taking a life. But that's life, y'know? I have to make sacrifices in life. The sacrifice being my dignity."
He tried to utter some disagreement, but he couldn't. He really couldn't.
"You just, ugh. If you knew what they did, you wouldn't be saying these things right now, Darcy Harper. Believe me, you wouldn't."
Darcy looked down at the floor. "Maybe you're right," he said very quietly. There was a strangely glassy look in his eyes.
"Hurting? I'm not hurting? What are you on about? I'm fine?"
Darcy snorted. "Trying to kill someone, falling apart and threatening Miyako, even if, well... you didn't really mean it... I don't think you're fine."
And are you, either? It was just as bad. Just as wrong.
"I was...joking, but m'kay."
"Oh. Yeah, that's... fair."
He paused thoughtfully. "Why are... we even standing here? Having this conversation? Shouldn't we be trying to escape this place? If that's even possible..."
In your case, my dear, I'd call it... divine justice.
Lucian Arbred's POV
He turned, and saw... Akari.
"What... Are you doing?" the Ultimate Engineer had asked him. Lucian gave a friendly smile to the person who had just entered.
"Oh, Akari, hello. I was just preparing for prom tonight." He paused awkwardly. "...it's... probably odd for me to be in here, doing that."
He carefully rearranged another few bottles of pills. "I thought I'd organize the Nurse's Office. In case anyone winds up... ill, or injured. Then I was planning to help with decorating, and refreshments... I've also been... taking notes..."
He trailed off, not sure what else there was to say. "...would... you like to join?"
Sawyer Laurens's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 20:09 (1 Year ago)
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The sudden acknowledgement made him flinch, even though it was expected. Guess he was just really jumpy, staring at the ceiling for hours on end in complete silence could do that to you, I suppose. Wouldn't be the first time, but it still didn't stop Akari from being pissed at himself for it.
Speaking of... God, he must've looked miserable, but he wouldn't know. He didn't want to know. Sure, he always looked like this, but last night must've taken a toll on him. At least with nightmares, he'd get some sleep to stave off the ever-growing abyss under his eyes, but they didn't exactly have the opportunity to rest.
...That smile. He still wasn't all that used to Lucian's friendliness, or anyone's really. He adverted his gaze to observe the room instead, giving a small sigh as he did so.
"Oh, Akari, hello. I was just preparing for prom tonight."
...Right. Prom. He was kinda hoping to forget about it, but I guess it was unavoidable. He clenched his teeth at the thought of it, but said nothing.
"I thought I'd organize the Nurse's Office. In case anyone winds up... ill, or injured. Then I was planning to help with decorating, and refreshments... I've also been... taking notes..."
"...Notes?" Akari asked skeptically, unsure of what exactly Lucian meant by that. Sure, he also found it odd that the guy would be preparing in the Nurse's office of all places, but he wasn't going to question it.
"...would... you like to join?"
Odd how they always ended up just running into each other, must be the effects of "filler" and "plot."
Akari thought for a moment, looking around the room momentarily before giving his answer. "I was gonna go to the kitchen, but-..." He trailed off, his expression becoming slightly more anxious.
Why were you going in the first place, hm? Conveniently, the kitchen has some preetttyyy dangerous stuff Akari, surely that isn't why you were going, right?
...Goddammit man. Guess that wasn't a good idea.
"...Yeah, yeah sure."
Posted: Thu, 26/10/2023 06:16 (1 Year ago)
Lucina Fire Emblem's POV
Lucian shuffled awkwardly. He looked a little flustered. "...about... Our situation... The things that have happened... What might happen... My observations... It's... Nothing much." He trailed off with each flighty thing he mentioned, before going onto the next one. He hesitated upon getting a good look at Akari.
The Ultimate Engineer really didn't look too great. He never really looked at his best, but... Gosh. Lucian wanted to help him more than anyone. It was too bad he'd probably never get the chance to, considering Akari refuted his every attempt. He just... Preferred to keep to himself, Lucian supposed. He just sighed at the helplessness he felt.
He knew that it was fruitless. He wanted to ask Akari if he was okay, encourage him to talk about his issues, attempt to comfort him... But what would be the use? He would deflect. He would ask Lucian how he was doing. He would try to distract from it. Akari... Would do anything but talk about it. And this concerned Lucian even more.
The more Akari didn't talk about his probable extreme issues... The more he would be at risk of worsening. And it seemed like all Akari did mentally... Was decline. And just seeing that... Hurt Lucian, it wounded him so deeply. To see Akari, or anyone at all hurting... And he knew everyone was probably hurting, not just Akari.
But he would make it better, somehow. He had to. He just... Hoped it all would work out. He looked to Akari expectantly, trying not to let the concern show on his face. Although... Would it be so bad to ask Akari if he was okay?
"...Yeah, yeah sure."
"oh... Alright. So, I was... Sorting them by the type of first aid, and by alphabetical order... I was thinking of color-coding it too, maybe..." He showed Akari how he had organized everything thus far, but... He had to hold his tongue, trying not to ask if Akari needed bandages, or sleeping medication. Or pain meds, or something!
He just... Really looked like he was walking through hell.
"...do you have... Any other suggestions on it?"
Lucian nervously tugged at his hair, trying not to look at Akari and think too much. About all the horrors that might have happened to him... That could be tormenting him... And... Everyone else right now...
(There was totally no drama in another room no sir)
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Thu, 26/10/2023 06:49 (1 Year ago)
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Cue Mei violently ghost punching Kubo in the face. Oh, and practicing a drama that could only be compared to a soap opera upon seeing the rest of the mess going on 'round these parts
Wow, she even managed to get some fake sobs out, and her freestyle lines were pretty well thought out considering she did it on the spot. Such a great actor, she should get an Oscar. Although we already established her funny little talent, what if she was reeeaaallyyyy the Ultimate Actor...? 👀
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Ah. So he really cared, huh? Cared about people he only just met a few days ago, all because of some stupid killing game. Cared enough to make notes, cared enough to endure everyone's BS and still be selfless as hell. He made it look easy, but if anyone spent more than 2 seconds with the Ultimate Therapist, that view would immediately crash and burn.
Oh well, Akari wasn't one to poke and prod. Never really wanted to deal with other people and their burdens, he just wasn't cut out for it.
He observed the arrangement Lucian had thus far, slightly astonished at the willingness to organize them to this extent. And well... The method of organizing wasn't exactly something Akari would've thought of. He was more of a practicality kind of guy, didn't exactly have the luxury of time at his disposal to make everything neat. He stared blankly at the supplies, not saying a word but going along with whatever Lucian was doing.
Honestly, he was just glad to have something else to focus on. He may not look all that invested, but he knew it was better than being alone or with... Unfavorable individuals.
"...do you have... Any other suggestions on it?"
Well... He didn't have much thought on it in the first place, but there was one thing slightly bothering him.
"Maybe the drawers could use some labels, I guess..."
Seems like Monokuma was a minimalist, made them work for whatever they wanted to find.
But... There was another thing bothering him. Lucian seemed to be much more on edge ever since he arrived, he could tell there was a shift from when he first arrived to now. He was nervous, hesitant, worried in a way. Was something on his mind? Did he want to be alone or something?
Was it him?
"...You alright?" He asked cautiously, not yet jumping to conclusions. The unease was getting a little suffocating, honestly.
Posted: Thu, 26/10/2023 17:54 (1 Year ago)
"Trying to kill someone, falling apart and threatening Miyako, even if, well... you didn't really mean it... I don't think you're fine."
"She was gonna touch me-" He whispered. "It was deserved."
Idris groaned. "I'm fine, okay? I'm fine. I'm..fine."
"Why are... we even standing here? Having this conversation? Shouldn't we be trying to escape this place? If that's even possible..."
"Already tried. Can't find a way out. I might've given up after like 10 minutes though.
Still-
Even if we escaped, in some cases 'home' isn't any better than here.
I for one, would not care if I was stuck here."
He bit his lip angrily.
Posted: Thu, 26/10/2023 18:59 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
...did... he even hear himself right now? Why would... someone deserve... to die because...
"I'm fine, okay? I'm fine. I'm..fine."
Darcy could hear the hesitation in his voice, and knew Idris was definitely NOT fine. He literally didn't even know what to say to him right now. All he could help to wonder was... what kind of trauma did Idris have, that he threatened to kill somebody just for... touching him?...
Darcy, himself, did not exactly have fond memories of touch, so he could empathize, but...
It was either nothing at all, or... not really what one would have wanted. A present you never asked for. One you were better off without.
Erica always got presents. Lots and lots of presents. On Valentine's Day, so many people would beg her to go out with them, give her chocolates, constantly thanking her for all the wonderful things she did. That was Darcy's birthday. And nobody... ever seemed bothered to... remember.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DACE!! Say, you ever wonder how the moon men celebrate their birthdays? I often wonder too!" Except Sawyer, who would greet him with some strange greeting, a hug, and a bunch of presents. It was always something new. Sometimes, they'd get him lava lamps, other times, it was project-building kits, toys, games, clothes, movies, or wall decorations, or some really bad drawings Sawyer had done, or certain strange objects that Darcy had no idea how to use, or what they even were. It was always something different, something new.
They also got him a lot of flowers, and... it... it was nice. Darcy remembered he had his own section inside his room full of gifts Sawyer had given to him. He had them ever-so-carefully organized by year. They always were so overly extravagant about it, giving him way too many, which almost... kinda compensated for the fact that nobody else bothered to remember.
Well... except for Erica. She was so busy she didn't really deliver the gifts personally, but there would be at least one gift from her, there, along with some kind of card. He was... grateful for that, but... she never really seemed to be... around. Fully around. Sawyer was.
And then... I just... left them.
How could he have just... left them?
Sawyer was a very touchy person, the thing they gave basically anybody way too much of was hugs. Sometimes it was high-fives, fist bumps, hand squeezing, they were so... overly friendly. They gave it out way too carelessly to everybody.
And Darcy had to admit, it was... nice. Comforting.
But... his own negative memories of touch, were the lack of it, from others. It made him feel... rejected. Forgotten. And then... there was... Mom.
She'd beat him and slap him over the smallest things, especially when she was intoxicated with alcohol. And... on the times when... she hugged him...
It would be... when she...
...
"Already tried. Can't find a way out. I might've given up after like 10 minutes though. Still- Even if we escaped, in some cases 'home' isn't any better than here. I for one, would not care if I was stuck here."
Darcy didn't even know how to respond to that. He already tried? How much did he even bother? It didn't sound like he had bothered much. Well... especially because he mentioned he'd given up after like... 10 minutes.
But... he was right, wasn't he? Home wasn't any better than here. Darcy... personally didn't want to think about his own home. But... that hadn't been what he was thinking of. He wasn't entirely sure... what he'd do if he had to go back... if he made it out of here, somehow...
Maybe... he could push past this place. Darcy would protect Sawyer, and... get them out of here with him...
...so thoughtless about the others.
Darcy quivered. His throat felt strangely dry, like he had been forced to consume a large amount of saltwater. No... he couldn't think like that. Could he? That if he just got out of there with his best friend, things could go back to the way they always were.
Things could never be like that again. They were... different now. That probably didn't matter to Sawyer, though. But... he couldn't think like that. It was selfish. He couldn't just... not think of everyone else, who was trapped here. People had died, more people would probably follow them soon.
He had no reason for genuine attachment to the strangers here. Sawyer had been his best friend, they had so many good memories together. They meant a lot to him. And yet, should that really mean that the other people here don't mean that? That they're... not important?
Maybe Idris was right. Would Darcy have cared, if Saeko had died? No... would he have cared if Idris had died, even? It's not that he wouldn't have cared. It's not that Darcy wouldn't have shed any tears, not that he wouldn't have lost any sleep about it. The death of someone, even the death of someone you hardly know, would torment anyone. However...
Idris wasn't someone Darcy knew personally. Nor was anyone else here, except for Sawyer. And... it wasn't that he wouldn't care, but he wouldn't care enough. The thought of this gave Darcy a sort of mournful pang, a sort of tugging, a sort of dread. He should care... shouldn't he? No, he should care more. All he had been thinking of... was how dangerous the whole thing was... of how maybe it should have been him, since he had his own reasons for wanting his own life to end.
And even that sort of thinking was selfish. He knew it hadn't been born out of a sense of self-sacrifice. But because... he didn't want to think about what he did. What he didn't do. How he hadn't spoken up, how he hadn't admitted that--
He had sinned, and maybe this was his punishment. He had been so thoughtless, so careless, so envious, and maybe he deserved this. He didn't know what he could even say to Idris, without being a complete and utter hypocrite. He didn't know what he could meet him with, that wasn't a stone-cold, eerie silence.
Darcy was not worthy of wearing a cross. He was not worthy of considering himself a follower of the Lord. He could pretend that he was above, he could pretend that he was worthy, of anything... he could pretend that he was any better than Idris, when he knew, deep down, it wasn't true. He had tried so hard, so very hard, to rationalize it, within his mind.
To convince himself he had to do it. That he hadn't done anything wrong. That he hadn't lied. But he knew... he knew he did. And the moment replayed, the moment echoed, over and over and over again, within his mind.
"It's just, Idris, should this really be the end for all of us? Constantly fighting, killing one another, breaking apart. Should we really give up hope? I know we probably can't even get out of this place. This whole situation is so messed up! But it might be even worse if we just give up. If we don't even try."
As the words rolled off his tongue, they felt so unnatural. Like he had been possessed by someone else. Someone more hopeful, someone more optimistic. Someone like Lucian, maybe.
Lucian... where was he now? You'd think if there was any sort of conflict, he would be in the midst of it, not any of the instigators, but trying to solve it.
"And... if it's not for yourself, maybe for everyone else. Maybe there's no point for some of us, but some people here, well, maybe some of them have something to go back to."
Some of them... not including me.
Lucian Arbred's POV
Lucian nodded. "Ah... yes. I suppose that could be a good idea."
Oh, what was he doing? He should be trying to help. He should be asking Akari if he was alright. And instead, here he was, shuffling these bottles and bandages and ointments away into different shelves and drawers. It was interesting just how much they had in the Nurse's Office here...
The idea of it made Lucian shudder a little, given that someone could just as easily use these items to commit murder. A simple overdose and someone would drop dead. A simple look at a warning label, and someone would drop dead. They should almost have this location sealed off.
However... Lucian knew that the risk still remained. And if someone wound up injured by someone, in a major scuffle or something, maybe it would be better to have it here. He didn't know. It seemed too difficult to determine. But... would someone really succumb to the air of this place? Would they really try to kill someone, and risk getting everyone else executed, simply to get out of this school?
He hoped not. The thought of it just made him think about taking his own life once again. But... if he wasn't here, he wouldn't be able to help anyone. And there was no guarantee it would make anything any better, right? Maybe it would be better for him to be here, so he'd have at least some level of control over what might happen. If it made any difference...
Despite the unnerving anxiety that nibbled away at him, as he ever so carefully took pieces of paper to make into written labels, and he and Akari shuffled the various items around, he felt a little more at ease. A little more at peace. He had company with him, helping him arrange these. It wasn't a suffocating sort of company either, just one other person. It was... nice.
"...You alright?"
Lucian blinked at the question, not sure if he'd heard it right. "...ah?! Yes! I'm alright. Of course..." He wasn't sure why Akari had asked that. No... of course, he wasn't alright, but that didn't matter. It didn't change anything, and his own feelings on the matter were of no significant importance.
"What about you? Are... you alright?" he couldn't help but ask. The opportunity was there, even if he thought it to be a fruitless effort. There was no point in opening up to Akari about his issues. The guy was going through enough right now, and, Lucian's feelings really didn't matter. He just had to focus on making everything a little better for everyone else. That was... what mattered.
That was all that ever mattered.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Thu, 26/10/2023 20:34 (1 Year ago)
It's just, Idris, should this really be the end for all of us? Constantly fighting, killing one another, breaking apart. Should we really give up hope? I know we probably can't even get out of this place. This whole situation is so messed up! But it might be even worse if we just give up. If we don't even try."
"I-" He began. "I don't know. I just, ugh.
What would your solution be though?
Work together and solve things through the power of friendship and love?"
He scoffed.
"I love your mindset, Darcy, I really do, but c'mon. We've witnessed our own friends be murdered and killed, I really don't think there's anything keeping our sanity together anymore. I don't even know if I can trust anyone to help me get outta here, y'know? 'Cause I obviously can't do it solo."
He paused.
"What if I don't want to get out, Darcy? What if I don't have anything to go back to?
Sure, you or someone else could have a loving family waiting for them, but I sure as hell don't.
What makes you think I would try and pull myself together and try and get outta here?
...I just-"
What would Mei think?
...
He shook his head.
"And... if it's not for yourself, maybe for everyone else. Maybe there's no point for some of us, but some people here, well, maybe some of them have something to go back to."
"...yeah." Was all Idris managed to choke out.
Posted: Fri, 27/10/2023 06:11 (1 Year ago)
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WOW I LOVE FILLER IT'S LIKE MY FAVORITE THING AND TOTALLY DOESN'T CAUSE RP DEATH
OR MEI'S DEATH EITHER
plot twist, she had that entire scene of her murder and demise on video tape, rallied a bunch of other random ghosts from god knows where, made an unbelievable amount of popcorn, and has it on repeat like some cult brainwashing tape
second plot twist, she is choreographing a knock-off of Michael Jackson's "Thriller"
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Each and every time he looked upon a new item, he could always think of some horrific event tied to it. Every medicine bottle, every instrument, every bandage and wrapping, all of it somehow brought forth something else in his mind. Yeah yeah, edge-lord Akari and his ✨traumatic backstory✨ like every terribly written character of mine, what's new. He eventually became lost in thought, leisurely working alongside Lucian without hardly even thinking about it. Sure, a little more was going on with him than his blank, yet exhausted, expression portrayed, but at least he wasn't making a scene or whatever.
"...ah?! Yes! I'm alright. Of course..."
So they were both playing that game, huh? In hindsight, Akari knew it was a dumb question to ask considering he knew enough about the therapist to predict his response, but it didn't hurt to ask. Well, maybe it did, but it wasn't worth worrying about. Ironically, even with that mindset, Akari couldn't help but to worry about the guy. Sure they were doing the exact same thing, being hypocritical little trauma-wads, but Lucian is the soft and innocent one while Akari is the brooding edgy teenager that is probably stuck in 2005 listening to MCR. Surely it would make sense to be more concerned about the (in a not very negative sense) snowflake, right? Besides, just last night
"What about you? Are... you alright?"
Alright, two options here. 1: Lie like the annoying edgy (I'm using that word too much, my apologies) bastard he was, which would have no use other than portray a rude tone or 2: Completely break character, ✨trauma dump✨, and add a butt load of new filler that will kill the rp for another 3 months.
I think we all know where I'm going with this.
He gave a small sigh as he paused whatever he was doing, opening his mouth to speak but hesitated for a moment.
"...Tired, I guess." He said simply, deciding to leave it at that. Not the full truth, but not a complete lie, he figured that was the best he could do for now. After that, he simply continued on with whatever he was doing.
Well, that would be the case if he didn't quickly get tired of seeing the supplies
"Well, I'm gonna... head out, I guess. Feel free to tag along if you want." Awkwari said awkwardly, turning to leave the room after raising his hand in a goodbye.
Posted: Fri, 27/10/2023 07:36 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
Darcy raised his eyebrows. "What is this, Steven Universe or My Little Pony or something?" he replied, naming a couple of shows that Sawyer had forced him to watch at hug-point. "But... Honestly, I don't know. Just... Something involving keeping our braincells and not killing each other? I know the bear is probably going to pressure us into it again. But maybe there is a way around it we haven't considered yet."
He wasn't entirely sure if that was true or not, but... It might be possible, right? God, what was he even saying...
"I love your mindset, Darcy, I really do, but c'mon. We've witnessed our own friends be murdered and killed, I really don't think there's anything keeping our sanity together anymore. I don't even know if I can trust anyone to help me get outta here, y'know? 'Cause I obviously can't do it solo."
Darcy stiffened. "I know that, but, are we... Just going to sit by and wait for more deaths to happen?"
"What if I don't want to get out, Darcy? What if I don't have anything to go back to?
Sure, you or someone else could have a loving family waiting for them, but I sure as hell don't.
What makes you think I would try and pull myself together and try and get outta here?
...I just-"
Darcy looked down at the floor. He didn't even know how to respond to that. It wasn't like he had anything to go back to either, but...
No, it wouldn't matter. He just... Wouldn't admit it, and he'd figure something out... That is, assuming they could even get out of here.
Darcy wondered how many people here even had loving families to go back to. He knew Sawyer did, the last time he checked, but who knows about everyone else here?
"...yeah."
And Darcy... Couldn't help but feel really bad for him.
"Maybe... Some of us, or maybe even most of us don't have anything to go back to."
I mean... He was right, wasn't he?
...right?
Lucian Arbred's POV
Lucian gazed worriedly over at his filler buddy. He certainly looked tired. He knew that was probably true. Being tired... It was such a vague concept, wasn't it? And it really didn't seem like a lie.
Akari looked tired from lack of sleep, tired of thinking, tired of life. And the thought saddened Lucian just to look at.
"I understand that. It's... Probably difficult to sleep. Especially given what's been going on."
I mean... Four people had died, after all. Lucian hesitated a little as he said the words. He wished there was something he could do to reassure Akari, as they were organizing the Nurse's Office, he just... Seemed a little more and more on edge. Maybe the prom would do him a little good, or... Maybe that was something the poor (both meanings of the word) Ultimate Engineer also hated.
"Well, I'm gonna... head out, I guess. Feel free to tag along if you want."
"Oh... I... Okay." Lucian watched as he left, feeling a little torn up. He wanted to go after him, maybe try to get him to talk some more, but that might make things worse, might make Akari more uncomfortable, and he had to finish organizing up here. But... Would he be okay on his own?
Lucian hesitated, unsure exactly what to do.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Fri, 27/10/2023 21:43 (1 Year ago)
"I know that, but, are we... Just going to sit by and wait for more deaths to happen?"
He shrugged. "Maybe. I mean, what are we doing right now? We're standing around. A murder could've already happened."
Idris groaned.
"I get what you're saying, but the question is how. How are we gonna do something about....all of this?"
"But... That doesn't mean we won't potentially have something in the future, if we can make it out of here. I mean, for God's sake, we're Ultimates for a reason. We at least have part of our futures figured out, maybe, assuming we don't get our heads chopped off or something in here."
"I....I guess? I just, maybe I'm just selfish, y'know? What if-"
What if I'm scared to go back?
"Never mind." He muttered. "But sure, yeah. I won't lose hope, or whatever you said, 'kay?"
Posted: Sat, 28/10/2023 05:12 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
Darcy looked alarmed for a moment, before letting out a sigh of frustration. "You're right, we're doing EXACTLY WHAT WE SHOULDN'T BE DOING."
But... What should they be doing? Forcing everybody together into one place, so nobody could kill each other? Everybody would just feel crowded and paranoid and at some point someone might fall asleep or something, it might just make things worse. Darcy wasn't even sure what to propose doing.
"I get what you're saying, but the question is how. How are we gonna do something about....all of this?"
Darcy crossed his arms and thought intently. "Well... All I can really think of to do is... Maybe we could gather everyone together and theorize about various ways we could attempt escaping this place. Monokuma has probably-" he coughed- "accounted for every single one and stopped us from getting out of here at all, but... Maybe it couldn't hurt to try. Sure. Maybe he has alarm mechanisms that kill people when triggered but... That might not be as entertaining to him?" he guessed.
Had the oxygen thing been a bluff? Had Futatabi and Mei died in vain?
No, if the bear had been able to send them all up into space like that, surely he could pull a stunt like that... He just... Didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that those people were really gone. That more people might follow. And it made him almost understand the way Sawyer thought about things.
If you could just make yourself forget every bad thing that ever happened to you...
"I....I guess? I just, maybe I'm just selfish, y'know? What if-"
"I-- look, Idris, I get it. It's just... Eh, I don't know. Maybe we could all just give up." He shrugged awkwardly. "That just seems kind of like a waste of human life and resources."
"Never mind. But sure, yeah. I won't lose hope, or whatever you said, 'kay?"
And for the first time that entire conversation, Darcy genuinely smiled at the Ultimate Linguist.
"...okay. I guess I won't either."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Sat, 28/10/2023 15:32 (1 Year ago)
"Well... All I can really think of to do is... Maybe we could gather everyone together and theorize about various ways we could attempt escaping this place. Monokuma has probably-" he coughed- "accounted for every single one and stopped us from getting out of here at all, but... Maybe it couldn't hurt to try. Sure. Maybe he has alarm mechanisms that kill people when triggered but... That might not be as entertaining to him?"
He nodded. "Good idea. We should like, hold a 'meeting' of sorts, and discuss what we can do. But..."
Idris paused.
"Are you sure we can trust everyone with our ideas? What if someone snitches to Monokuma?"
"I-- look, Idris, I get it. It's just... Eh, I don't know. Maybe we could all just give up. That just seems kind of like a waste of human life and resources."
"Mm. I don't wanna waste my life away here....I guess."
"...okay. I guess I won't either."
He gave Darcy a thumbs up.
"So. What now?"
Posted: Mon, 30/10/2023 03:52 (1 Year ago)
Kubo Atsushi
Kubo blinked rapidly, coming back to reality as the words flowed around him. Arguments, pleasantries, yelling, whispering- the hell was happening? The hell was he doing listening to this crap?
"Can I come?" The words left his mouth against his will.
Oh absolutely not. He was not going to Happy Camp to get in a circle and sing songs with the other toddlers. This was a foolish endeavor and he, the Ultimate Detective, should preserve his life better and not say that-
"I want to. Please."
"If he's going, I'm going." Miyako crossed her arms. He'd almost forgotten she was there, and he wondered if she suspected as such, given the way she was glowering down at him. "Can't leave the psycho unsupervised. Who knows what he'd try."
She sneered coldly.
"Right..." Kubo sighed under his breath.
His eyes trailed to Idris. Still standing there. As cold and inpenetrable as ever.
Kubo's brow furrowed. There was a reason behind that. Something that he knew wasn't related to Mei. Something he-
Oh to hell with it. He could figure everything out later. For now he just needed to figure out what that name was doing in the trophy cabinet. Then everything would make sense.
Posted: Mon, 30/10/2023 06:06 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
Darcy smiled slightly, relieved that Idris seemed to be going along with it. The tension left his body. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as bad at this as he thought he was. But of course... There was a but. And Darcy wasn't surprised, to say the least...
"Are you sure we can trust everyone with our ideas? What if someone snitches to Monokuma?"
Darcy hesitated. "Well... Maybe we can't. But who would have reason to do that, besides the mastermind?" He shrugged. "And... Well, we have nothing left to lose. Someone might die either way, we might as well at least take a chance at... Preventing it."
"Mm. I don't wanna waste my life away here....I guess."
Darcy gazed wistfully off into the distance. No one wanted to. No one wanted to waste their lives away, aimlessly, not doing anything worthwhile, especially not dying in some sick, ugly, twisted game that was someone's idea of fun.
Deep down, everyone wanted the same things. Well... Not entirely, but mostly.
It felt so strange and unusual to him, he could almost see... A vision. A vision of a happier future, where maybe he could heal and... Reconcile, where he could repent. Where he could... Accept what he'd done, and admit it, and then... Maybe...
No.
It crumpled down immediately before him.
What was he thinking? The idea was... Preposterous. Healing... Finding a way out of here... admitting that he...
...he was back in the room again, chest heaving in and out. His eyes flickered open. He was... Still here, inside the school. He had never left. Why... Had it felt so real? Was he going crazy?
Who wasn't, at this point?
"So. What now?"
"I guess... All there is to do is... To get started. We should find everyone who is interested in the idea of us... Working together to escape."
The very words sounded unnatural on his tongue. Was escape even possible?
"Can I come?"
Darcy froze. Had... Kubo just spoken? Kubo, of all people, just said... Had he heard that right?
"What... Did you just say?"
"I want to. Please."
Okay, now I'm DEFINITELY going crazy.
"If he's going, I'm going. Can't leave the psycho unsupervised. Who knows what he'd try."
Well... If Miyako had said that, maybe he wasn't hallucinating. That sounded more plausible.
But what the hell was happening?? Was... Everyone getting... "Character development"?
"Ah, well, of course." Darcy regained hid composure. "A-Anyone who's... Interested can come."
Miyako was right. The world began to make sense again. Because of course Kubo Atsushi of all people was... Not to be trusted, right?
He... Wasn't sure if he trusted Miyako, or... Idris, either though. Had he been unfair to them? Had he been... Unfair to all of them?
The only person he had placed his full trust in, maybe, had been Sawyer.
Sawyer was... Sawyer. Sawyer was known, familiar, they were...
"Well... And... Besides finding new recruits for this... Operation," he coughed, "I suppose we should think of possible ways we could escape from here. Has anyone checked for windows? They're probably locked or sealed off, or too small to crawl through, but... We could try figuring out a way to break through them. There could be alternate exits somewhere..."
He knew that Monokuma, and/or whoever had planned this... Had probably been too thorough. "Has anyone noticed anything peculiar? I'm not so sure Monokuma would even leave hidden ways out of here, at least, not obviously."
As he spoke, Darcy almost felt like he was someone else. He was... Being talked to, and listened to. And you'd think if ANYBODY would come up with an operation like this, it'd be one of those Pollyanna nutcases. It... It didn't make any sense.
But... He wasn't sure, had he been unfair to Miyako?
She hadn't seemed trustworthy (given her history regarding the trials and her general air of mystery and inconsistency, and
Am I being... Too harsh? Hypocritical, even?
Darcy knew he himself was not the most trustworthy person, nor was he the most stable. So maybe... Maybe this was exactly the kind of group he should be a part of.
The thought made him shudder a little to think of it.
No... He... Wasn't... A bad person, was he?
Oh, the solo would be sung from the pits of Hell as the Devil laughed in eager waiting! And she... And... She.
She would walk right up to those pearly gates and she would never even have to be tested. She had already passed every test, and she would smile at having finally made it there. In all her efforts.
With a devastating scream, muffled into silence.
Twisting
Turning
Going...
Down
Down
Down.
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Posted: Tue, 31/10/2023 20:46 (1 Year ago)
Kubo Atsushi
Oh great. Of course Miyako had to bring her very welcome opinions into this. God, what was wrong with that girl?
She returned his glare with a mysterious smile. There was a certain glint to her blue eyes and for a second, he saw something in there. Some looming beast, maw wide open, ready to devour him whole. Its jaws closing shut on hi-
Kubo blinked and then she was no longer looking at him, instead frowning at Darcy.
"I guess that could work. Teamwork building," Miyako mused. She twisted a strand of hair around her fingers, frowning to herself. "If anything, it might deter future murders."
She didn't sound particularly happy about that. Kubo narrowed his eyes at her, but she didn't seem to notice.
"I guess that's two votes then. What do you think Idris?"
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 04:46 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
"That's true," he replied simply, in a voice that sounded less hollow than he had expected. Because it felt like something had cracked, as he thought about it... No, he simply couldn't think about it. It was too terrible to think about. He had to focus. "People might be more hesitant to kill each other, as we get to know each other better, and it might be easier to determine the killer as a result if someone DID decide to, of course, some of them... Might be willing to lose their lives in the process of the killing or... Something, but..."
(Setsuna moment)
He trailed off. He knew that it was just as likely that as the group became more familiar with each other's intricacies, they might know things about each other that would HELP them get away with murder. There was no winning here, was there? He couldn't think like that.
People that would... Help each other get away with murder...
"I guess that's two votes then. What do you think Idris?"
Darcy was relieved everyone was getting along, although he could feel a sort of tension brewing between Kubo and Miyako, in the way they looked at one another. He knew Idris probably wasn't all too fond of either of these two, especially not Kubo, to put it rather mildly.
And Darcy couldn't say he was either. He turned to look at Idris, awaiting his response. He couldn't help but feel like they should all be hurrying to get along to planning, or go on some filler-heavy side-quest to gather more recruits or something...
Darcy didn't really have faith that this would work. But like he said... What did they all have to lose?
What do I have to lose?
Lucian Arbred's POV
Further operations such as Operation: Getting Ready For Prom. Well... He'd have to maybe head to the kitchen and make sure the food and drink were in order, although perhaps Monokuma had prepped that ahead of time, or maybe this was just another filler-heavy excuse to talk to his good friend Less Espresso More Depresso Awkwari.
And then there was also the issue of putting together an outfit for himself... He felt a little self-conscious at the thought, he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe because he had a feeling Monokuma would only have outfit options that were exceptionally humiliating in nature. Or maybe he was worried about having something too flashy and standing out, or something along those lines.
But then there was yet another issue that made him especially nervous. A prom would surely imply inviting someone-- no, no, no, there was no question of it, was there? Could he... Ask Kubo ambiguously, maybe imply it, hint at it, do anything but outright say it, so there'd be a way to back out of it if he had to? Or maybe he could... Ask someone else, or just avoid the issue altogether and just not ask anyone.
Anyway, enough thoughts about Mommy Issues Hot Topic Dwelling Detectives. He decided to head to the kitchen to make sure that the food and drink were in order (wait, I just realized, is Akari in the kitchen?? He was originally gonna just head there right??) when he spotted Awkwari, being an emo filler catastrophe.
"oh! hey again. I was just going to check if..." He glanced down at the floor shyly, wondering a moment if he was intruding. "...if... The concessions were in order. For prom."
Funny seeing Akari here again. Why did the filler plots always feature these two? Mei was probably throwing her popcorn at the screen in frustration.
Sawyer Laurens's POV
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