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suwakeromoriya submitted to musical-despair:
pleas listen to this during reading this for maximum effect
but, um, yes! this seemed like something that was immensely overdue. itâs far from my greatest work and all, but i wanted to do something for everyone. itâs some sentimental, edgy bullshit, and. yeah. i was going to write something heartfelt about how much fun i had with this group, but emotions are for LOSERS!
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Any thoughts of being even remotely prepared to perhaps talk about recent events were pretty much thrown out the window almost right away. Tomoe found herself relentlessly fidgeting with her hands, sort of wishing she had something to distract from the topic at hand, but no. It already hurt to hear the names of everyone whoâd died even within the context of a trial, and that was even before those she had been a little more personally involved with. Before it could become too apparent that she was tearing up again, she swallowed thickly and sniffled, preparing to speak. âAh, r-right⌠itâs not as if we made a huge announcement of it or anything, I suppose. Sorry.â She wasnât exactly up to date on everyone elseâs relationship statuses either - most notably, when all sorts of shenanigans came out following the conclusion of the second trial. Man, speaking of which⌠poor KazuoH GOODNESS THEREâS MORE SCREAMING NOW. OH GOD.
Baiko had said he was feeling fine physically, so what was up with the choking??? Oh no oh no oh no this is real bad, Scoob, what to do what to do ohhh nooo okay Tomoe donât panic, thatâs bad, you know how to not panic under pressure. Okay. Okay. Oh wait the problem seems to be.  Resolved. Man. False alarm, and frankly thank god. Good to know to know that could just. Sort of happen. The inhaler and outright statement of âit was an asthma attackâ cleared up any concerns that may have been unresolved about what had transpired. After taking a moment to make sure any lingering panic wouldnât manifest in her voice, she released a breath she hadnât really realized was being held and spoke once more. âYou said you were feeling fine physically. Can a new illness trigger something like that after nearly ten years of going without incident?â How does. Asthma work. ââŚAre you sure youâre going to be alright?â
Still. Maybe it was kind of a blessing that the topic was shifting. As opposed to going any deeper into how as her friend who she does care about he deserves better than to just be some second choice rebound- aaargh dammit no thatâs not helping right now stop thinking about that!! Focus more on the pressing matters at hand, like the unpredictable personality switching which would probably suck really badly and generally be a pain in the ass until it passed. Yeah. Good call. âJust let me know if I can do anything, alright?â That was likely a sufficient statement. Maybe. Heck.
"Asthma is incurable. It can go into remission, but there's always a chance of it popping back up if there's something in the air, like smoke or an allergen. I dunno. I have a lot more doses just in case, but I should be fine." He said. "Geez, I haven't thought about my health in like... eight years." He said. "After overcoming that stuff, I put it out of my mind." He said.
"And I'm sorry for bringing up Kaiya." He said. "I suck at comforting people. Caused my relationship with Jin to crash and burn." He said. "For what it's worth... I'm going to do whatever I can to get you out of here. Even if I have to help you kill me and cover your tracks, I'll do it." He said, smiling.
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shsl-mortician:
Holy crap, it was like a light switch. A strange, emotional lightswitch that was being flicked at random intervals behind the scenes by someone who just really, really wanted to screw with people. With how suddenly angry Baiko had become, and the fact that this seemed to be indirectly her fault Tomoe couldnât help but flinch slightly at the raised fist- which, oh, alright, was just aimed at the wall. Phew. âAh, Iâm⌠really sorry about that. I was hoping to avoid something like this - well, I probably didnât particularly care at that point whether or not anyone else became ill - but still.â Yikes, yikes, yikes.
When it came to the matter of not taking everything said at face value, that had already been considered in all fairness.âOh, of course! I certainly wouldnât want anyone remembering some of the things I presumably said while I was under the effects of that illness.â There was sufficient evidence and cloudy memory to suggest that it was pretty damn nasty. âMost of it is fairly hazy, but judging by some of the recorded banter between myself and Otone⌠it was not pleasant for anyone involved. Still, though, if thereâs no physical symptoms Iâm at a loss for what to do nowâŚâ she trailed off, gazing slightly down and off to the side in thought.
âI donât blame you at all, Tomoe. I made my choice to care for you out of my own free will. This is the fault of whoever locked us in here.â He said. âYou couldnât have stopped me if you wanted to.â He added. âDonât blame yourself.â
âAs for what you said, you didnât say much. You yelled at me for trying to help you, before you gave up. You assumed I was going to murder you. I accidentally hit on you, and we agreed that even if we werenât in a murder contest, rebound dating you would be a bad idea.â
âAAAAA! Iâm sorry I tried to ask you to date me while you were sick! Hit me or attack me if you want, but please donât kill me!â
âPlease! Iâll do anything!â
âAh, well⌠if you insist so vehemently, Iâll try.â Was she still going to feel bad about it? Absolutely. Was she going to be as vocal about it? Definitely not. At the very least, apparently, she hadnât been too harsh. Tomoe nodded thoughtfully as Baiko recounted a brief summary of what had transpired, not processing anything perhaps slightly out of the ordinary about it right away. âStill. It canât have been pleasant to put up with that on top ofââ And there goes the realization. What was that about getting hit on? She became visibly perplexed as this information finally processed and visibly flustered a few moments after that. âI- you- what??â That was too seemingly out of left field to be a joke. Given her previous condition, that might very well have been what set her off getting so pissed. âOh, goodnessâŚâ
How was she even supposed to react to this? Everything was still far too recent and still hurt too much to even consider trying something again. âJust, um, wow, Iâm flattered I suppose?? I just ââ Aaaand there he went again. He seemed to be under the impression that she was a lot more upset by this than she actually was. It was almost pitiful to see her friend in this state, honestly. Still, she was fairly taken aback by the fearful desperation. Maybe theyâd have to talk about it later when they were both back in their right minds. Or maybe itâd be better to just. Not address it. Who knows? âW-what?! No, Iâm- Iâd never do that! I really donât want to hurt you, no matter what. Iâm not going to kill you and neither is anyone else. All I could ever ask is that you do your best to stay alive as well.â She might have tried to offer a physical gesture of comfort as well, but given recent revelations that might end up kind of being taken the wrong way and for now she opted against doing so.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- God Damnit!" Back to regular Baiko. "Yeah, I called you cute, and then you told me you and Kaiya had been an item. I didn't know that, by the way. And then we both agreed that being a rebound boyfriend while the threat of murder hands above our heads would be a bad idea. No harm no foul. I'm fi- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He continued to yell in fear, before he started to choke. Panicking for a second, he took an inhaler from his pocket and took a quick puff of medicine, before his breathing returned to normal. "Aaaaaa- sorry. I haven't had an asthma attack since I was seven. Good think I keep this emergency inhaler." He said, pocketing it once more. "Anyway..." he paused. "I forgot what I was going to say." He admitted.
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shsl-mortician:
Holy crap, it was like a light switch. A strange, emotional lightswitch that was being flicked at random intervals behind the scenes by someone who just really, really wanted to screw with people. With how suddenly angry Baiko had become, and the fact that this seemed to be indirectly her fault Tomoe couldnât help but flinch slightly at the raised fist- which, oh, alright, was just aimed at the wall. Phew. âAh, Iâm⌠really sorry about that. I was hoping to avoid something like this - well, I probably didnât particularly care at that point whether or not anyone else became ill - but still.â Yikes, yikes, yikes.
When it came to the matter of not taking everything said at face value, that had already been considered in all fairness.âOh, of course! I certainly wouldnât want anyone remembering some of the things I presumably said while I was under the effects of that illness.â There was sufficient evidence and cloudy memory to suggest that it was pretty damn nasty. âMost of it is fairly hazy, but judging by some of the recorded banter between myself and Otone⌠it was not pleasant for anyone involved. Still, though, if thereâs no physical symptoms Iâm at a loss for what to do nowâŚâ she trailed off, gazing slightly down and off to the side in thought.
âI donât blame you at all, Tomoe. I made my choice to care for you out of my own free will. This is the fault of whoever locked us in here.â He said. âYou couldnât have stopped me if you wanted to.â He added. âDonât blame yourself.â
âAs for what you said, you didnât say much. You yelled at me for trying to help you, before you gave up. You assumed I was going to murder you. I accidentally hit on you, and we agreed that even if we werenât in a murder contest, rebound dating you would be a bad idea.â
âAAAAA! Iâm sorry I tried to ask you to date me while you were sick! Hit me or attack me if you want, but please donât kill me!â
âPlease! Iâll do anything!â
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Since a few hours before the body discovery, Baiko had been bouncing between two states of mind, and he was internally freaking out about it. He was sitting outside of his room, and currently crying his eyes out.
âWeâre all going to die! Weâre going to kill and kill until weâre all dead! Why is this happening?!â
He then looked up, growling.
âWhat the hell is wrong with me? WHy am- oh.â He realized something. âGod Damnit.â
He walked up to the nearest person. âHey. Iâm infe-â He suddenly burst out crying.
âIâm infected! Please donât kill me!â He begged.
If youâd asked Tomoe who, out of everyone left, sheâd anticipated being drenched in tears, her answer certainly would not have been Baiko. And yet, here this was, happening as it does. What was more, he seemed to be not just worried, but outright panicked. There was considerable reason to be alarmed at this point, considering⌠pretty much everything, but still. Even when heâd confided his fears about snapping and killing someone to her, it was more of a âcalmâ apprehensiveness. Her own recovery had been coming along, more or less. The fatigue was still lingering somewhat, as was a slight fever and hints of irritability but otherwise one might have never guessed sheâd ever even been afflicted. Tomoeâs recollection of what, exactly, had transpired was hazy at best, but she definitely remembered him tending to her (and subsequently getting pissed about something, but that was probably the illnessâs fault), which likely would have been sufficient to spread the despair disease.
Before she could even say anything, the mortician was met with a plea for mercy, something that sheâd never have thought would be directed at her. âW-what? Youâre⌠oh, dear.â Abrupt response is abrupt. Following up on that reassuringly would be wise. âI wouldnât raise a finger to harm anyone in here, much less kill them. Especially not if the individual in question was a friend of mine, infected or not.â Great. Good. Thatâs probably fine. Only problem is the follow up. What, exactly, is one meant to do with sick people who ARENâT dead yet? The only thing she could think was that sick people need to rest, right? âHere, um, should⌠do you want to lie down or something?â she inquired, gesturing back towards Baikoâs room. âRest is important more than ever when one is ill, after all.â Nailed it.
Baiko cried for a few more seconds, before they abruptly stopped and his face went from sad to angry. "Fucking stupid disease! It mutated! I must've gotten infected by being so close to you! I feel fine physically, but I keep slipping into Cowardly Masochist mode! God damnit!" Baiko punched the wall. "Please take anything I say with a grain of salt." He asked. "I really don't need to have you remember if I say anything."
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Since a few hours before the body discovery, Baiko had been bouncing between two states of mind, and he was internally freaking out about it. He was sitting outside of his room, and currently crying his eyes out.
âWeâre all going to die! Weâre going to kill and kill until weâre all dead! Why is this happening?!â
He then looked up, growling.
âWhat the hell is wrong with me? WHy am- oh.â He realized something. âGod Damnit.â
He walked up to the nearest person. âHey. Iâm infe-â He suddenly burst out crying.
âIâm infected! Please donât kill me!â He begged.
Baiko Kazehaya | Timeout, Player Down | Chapter Four Motive | Closed (Tomoe)
Not going to let her suffer alone? Jeez. What kind of feel-good friendship bullcrap was that? Huffing indignantly, Tomoe cocked an eyebrow as Baiko rolled up his pant leg, eyeing the scars almost suspiciously. âUhhh huh. I see.â On pretty much any other day, sheâd have definitely appreciated the touching gesture, but she was far too short-tempered and grumpy to give anything even close to half a shit. âCool, I guess. Shit sucks.â Iâm just going to take a moment to apologize in the narrative now for how unpleasant and disagreeable she is. Iâm so sorry. Tomoe didnât have to be told twice that lying down was a good idea, but she was going on the defensive about it regardless. âIâm lying down âcause I want to. Not âcause you told me to or any shit like that. Just a coincidence that I chose to now.â
And aaahfuck holy fuck that cloth was like a gift from the heavens or something. Short term relief, maybe, but it wasnât like they could do jack shit for the long term anyways. âOhh fuck yes. Fuuuck yeees. You could literally murder me right now and I would die happy.â Thatâs the closest thing youâre getting to a thank you right now, man.  For a while, the silence was permeated by the occasional sniffle or various other illness sounds that donât really warrant a loving description. While definitely used to extended periods of silence, it was still a little weird having someone else actually be there for them⌠and like, be okay with that. When symptoms came up, she adjusted herself so that she was more propped up, better suited to conversation (or really, having her voice heard more clearly since she was not about to repeat herself.) âItâs like Iâm reliving that fucking hangover, but this time it also ended up giving me influenza or some bullcrap. That good enough?â Hopefully so, because sheâs just kind of. Flopping back down with a quiet groan. Tomoe does not do sick well. Grumbling from her now-lying-down again position, she tacked on a very clearly angry âMânot angry⌠Iâm appropriately snappy for someone in my position, god damn it.â
He nodded. âSo no swelling, itching, stinging or other symptoms for me to help with. Gotcha.â He smiled softly as she practically moaned when the towel touched her forehead. âYeah, Miss Marian always did this trick whenever I had a fever. That, and taught me how to make âghostsââ he used air quotes. âWhen I needed to get water into my system but was too sick to drink without throwing up. I can make sure youâre comfortable for now.â He smiled. âGotta keep the cute- my FRIEND comfortable.â He said, interrupting himself. He wiped some sweat off of her neck. âEven if you hate it, Iâm going to keep an eye on you.â No one was going to murder her.
Irritation was beginning to give way to resignation and exhaustion. Tomoe was certainly still far from pleased with the situation, and also really really confused as to who Miss Marian was, exactly. And what these âghostsâ were. âThâ fuck is a âghostââŚ?â Well, whatever it was, it probably involved water, somehow. Especially considering that it was just stated very explicitly to involve hydration good fucking god get it together Tomoe. She was still considerably grumpy, but the towel had cooled her temper somewhat as well as her forehead. Not literally of course, but it seemed to be an apt comparison. Sheâd definitely be grateful for all this once she stopped being such a fuck courtesy of Despair Fever Hell post-murder. Not that⌠there was going to be another murder. Guess theyâd just have to collectively get used to living with being sick as hell forever. Yep. Noooo murder.
Less murder, more verbal self-interruptions. âDamn,â she murmured absentmindedly, âIâm the cute friend.â It was evident that, somewhere along the way, the groggy stupor had overridden any urge to be combative or contradictory. This was getting incredibly silly. Fair enough, considering she probably looked about as halfway to passing out as she felt. And- shit, next thing she knows thereâs a hand quite close to her neck and sheâs immediately tensing up. Fuck, she should have known, it would be so easy to kill her in this state, she was going to get fucking choked to death and there wasnât a thing that she could do to stop it like this - but, as soon as that fear was introduced it was promptly alleviated. It⌠wasnât anything bad. Rather, it was little more than yet another misinterpreted gesture of kindness.
âChrist,â she groaned weakly, âif you want to stick around so badly, donât fucking scare me like that.â
"A ghost is when you wrap a washcloth around ice cubes and fasten it with a rubber band. Allows you to get moisture by sucking out the liquid without upsetting your stomach." He explained. "It's called that because it's shaped like a ghost. Kind of." He shrugged. "Don't ask me where the term came from."
"and yeah, you're cute. I'm not ashamed to admit when I'm attracted to someone. But let's focus on helping you recover before we talk more about that, okay? That doesn't really matter right now." He said. "It's not like it's important to you or anything." He said, shrugging.
once she tensed up, he quickly removed his hand. "Jeez, I didn't think that through. I'm so sorry that I scared you." He said, frowning. "Hey, I'd never hurt you no matter what, okay? I promise." He said
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Not going to let her suffer alone? Jeez. What kind of feel-good friendship bullcrap was that? Huffing indignantly, Tomoe cocked an eyebrow as Baiko rolled up his pant leg, eyeing the scars almost suspiciously. âUhhh huh. I see.â On pretty much any other day, sheâd have definitely appreciated the touching gesture, but she was far too short-tempered and grumpy to give anything even close to half a shit. âCool, I guess. Shit sucks.â Iâm just going to take a moment to apologize in the narrative now for how unpleasant and disagreeable she is. Iâm so sorry. Tomoe didnât have to be told twice that lying down was a good idea, but she was going on the defensive about it regardless. âIâm lying down âcause I want to. Not âcause you told me to or any shit like that. Just a coincidence that I chose to now.â
And aaahfuck holy fuck that cloth was like a gift from the heavens or something. Short term relief, maybe, but it wasnât like they could do jack shit for the long term anyways. âOhh fuck yes. Fuuuck yeees. You could literally murder me right now and I would die happy.â Thatâs the closest thing youâre getting to a thank you right now, man.  For a while, the silence was permeated by the occasional sniffle or various other illness sounds that donât really warrant a loving description. While definitely used to extended periods of silence, it was still a little weird having someone else actually be there for them⌠and like, be okay with that. When symptoms came up, she adjusted herself so that she was more propped up, better suited to conversation (or really, having her voice heard more clearly since she was not about to repeat herself.) âItâs like Iâm reliving that fucking hangover, but this time it also ended up giving me influenza or some bullcrap. That good enough?â Hopefully so, because sheâs just kind of. Flopping back down with a quiet groan. Tomoe does not do sick well. Grumbling from her now-lying-down again position, she tacked on a very clearly angry âMânot angry⌠Iâm appropriately snappy for someone in my position, god damn it.â
He nodded. "So no swelling, itching, stinging or other symptoms for me to help with. Gotcha." He smiled softly as she practically moaned when the towel touched her forehead. "Yeah, Miss Marian always did this trick whenever I had a fever. That, and taught me how to make 'ghosts'" he used air quotes. "When I needed to get water into my system but was too sick to drink without throwing up. I can make sure you're comfortable for now." He smiled. "Gotta keep the cute- my FRIEND comfortable." He said, interrupting himself. He wiped some sweat off of her neck. "Even if you hate it, I'm going to keep an eye on you." No one was going to murder her.
Baiko Kazehaya | Timeout, Player Down | Chapter Four Motive | Closed (Tomoe)
The second he had heard that one of his only two friends had been infected, he instantly looked through the building to locate her. Â It took some doing, but he sighed in relief once he finally managed to track his friend down.
âThere you are. I was worried about you, you know? Canât leave one of my two friends to deal with a weird, mind altering disease alone, can I?â He asked, sitting down next to her. âIâm going to stay by your side until youâre cured, okay?â He said, determined
Having left Otone comfortably passed out in the pile of pillows in the seating area, itâd have probably come as no surprise to anyone that Tomoe had immediately left to isolate herself elsewhere - naturally, as many would expect, this ended up being her own room. Probably not the best spot for the now-extremely-pissed mortician to be, as thatâs where everyone would be anticipating her to have gone, but⌠honestly, she just didnât have the energy to try and come up with somewhere better to hide, much less actually get herself there. Besides, at least here she could sit on her bed and sulk while wrapped up in the bedding. When she heard someone entering the room, she was anticipating it to have been the more predictable Alice - especially given that it was also kind of his room. But, no, much to her surprise, it was actually Baiko. Of course, this didnât change the fact that she was glowering at him. That was just the greeting anyone could expect coming in here.
Wrapping the blanket more tightly around herself, a soft annoyed grumble and roll of the eyes was more or less all Tomoe could initially muster in response to Baiko sitting down. The incredulousness of her stare only increased as he stated his full intentions, given her current  âFUUUCK AAAALL YAAAALLâ mindset - and why would he want to be anywhere NEAR such a sick person, friend or not?! After delivering that definitely thorough and kickass thrashing to Otone that certainly wasnât more of a pathetic slap-fight at best, in combination with her recently and rapidly onset illness, Tomoe had no strength left to argue. She opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was another bout of mixed coughing and sneezing. Wiping her face haphazardly with her sleeve and sniffling, she contemplated whether or not it would be worth getting pissy and demanding that Baiko leave. Despite her current condition, it was pretty obvious that it wasnât going to do anything but consume more of her rapidly fading energy if she DID do that. â⌠Fuck, fine. Whatever. Not like itâd make a difference if I told you to fuck off if youâre that goddamn set on it.â If sheâd been in anything remotely resembling her right mind, this gesture would have been vastly appreciated.
Tragically, the violent vulgarity hell sickness left her unable to give a shit about mostly everything. Even if it werenât for the other symptoms that were setting in, such as the âcomplete and utter 180 on personalityâ the fever itself was harsh enough to leave anyone fairly irritable. Now that sheâd been sat down for a bit, though, she was⌠mostly just tired. Kind of resigned. âCanât fuckinâ believe it. Not only am I gonna fucking die in here, Iâm gonna die of some bullshit mind-fucking illness.â Harsh, strained laughter permeated by more coughing rang out. Tomoeâs eyes were beginning to water, though whether it was because she was actually getting upset over something or just another side effect of the fever was anyoneâs guess. Probably the latter though. âGo fuckinâ figure, that rat was a transmission vector or some shit. Hell, youâve probably already caught it by proximity. She was talking it up like it was super contagious. Whatâre we waiting for, letâs go cause a pandemic!â Forcefully standing up as if hell-bent on that (really fucking stupid) goal, she could barely stand for a couple moments before collapsing back down out of fatigue. This fever-disease-whatfuckingever was certainly taxing her energy severely. ââŚUgh, fuck it. Maybe later.â
âDo you think I give a shit about my health? Iâm not going to let you suffer alone.â He paused, before he pulled up his pant leg, revealing a series of circular scars in a repeating pattern. âI know what itâs like to be alone while sick as hell. Legs were malformed in utero. Needed braces on them for most of my life. I wonât let you go through a terrible disease alone. Believe me, that sucks.â
He got a towel, and soaked it in cool water from her sink. âHere, Lay down.â He said, wrapping it around her forehead. âThis should help soothe the fever.â He sat down next to her and stayed silent. âSo, what do the symptoms seem to be, besides the fever and the anger?â He asked
Baiko Kazehaya | Timeout, Player Down | Chapter Four Motive | Closed (Tomoe)
The second he had heard that one of his only two friends had been infected, he instantly looked through the building to locate her. Â It took some doing, but he sighed in relief once he finally managed to track his friend down.
âThere you are. I was worried about you, you know? Canât leave one of my two friends to deal with a weird, mind altering disease alone, can I?â He asked, sitting down next to her. âIâm going to stay by your side until youâre cured, okay?â He said, determined
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Baiko Kazehaya | End Game | Chapter 4 | Open
Zaiga Yukimura. Alice Soyokaze. Kazuo Oshiro. Amarante Murasakino. Kasai Onanoko. Tomoe Umezawa. Otone Hibike.
these names were written on individual pieces of paper in front of him, along with each and every thing he knew about each of them, fanned in front of him in a semi circle pattern from were he was sitting down. One of these people was a liar, a traitor, a murderer. But who?
after a few seconds, he started to add some data he remembered vaguely from newspapers and news reports he had been half paying attention to. Who among these seven would be willing to assist in something like this?
Baiko almost didnât notice when someone approached. âWhatâs up?â He asked, not looking up at the new arrival.
Zaiga saw Baiko, who seemed to be brooding over something. She approached him slightly apprehensively. Something about Baiko made Zaiga feel a little skittish, and she herself was still recovering from the nightmare that was the third murder in this sick killing game.Â
Just as Zaiga was about to open her mouth to speak, Baiko beat her to it. âI was just checking to see if you were okay. You seem a little preoccupied. If you feel like you need to talk about something,â Zaiga gave Baiko the best smile she could manage. âyouâre always welcome to talk to me!â
Zaiga leaned in to get a squiz at the papers he was holding. âUmm, whatâs this?â Asked Zaiga.
He looked up at her. âIâm using every scrap of knowledge, memory, and intuition I have to determine which of you 7 is the traitor, and thus needs to learn the price of their decisions.â He said calmly. âDo you have any information or instincts to add? Because Iâm honestly not getting very far on my own.â He said, shrugging.
âA t-traitor?â Said Zaiga, shocked. Truth be told, the thought that one of them was a traitor had never crossed her mind. Zaiga felt nervous, and was slightly worried that Baiko might do something rash.Â
Zaiga didnât really feel like expanding the section on herself. âEhehe, I uh, donât think I have anything to add. What makes you think one of us is a traitor?â
âWhoever planned this was smart enough to get access to full background checks on all of us before hand, in order to know what would push us enough to drive us to kill. Anyone that smart would never do this unless they had a traitor. Or maybe Iâm just fantasizing in order to keep myself from falling apart. who can say?â He shrugged.
âI donât want to believe it, but I KNOW someone here has been lying to us the whole time. And Iâll make them pay.â He went back to studying the 7 stacks of paper. âAny idea who I should start with?â
Baiko Kazehaya | End Game | Chapter 4 | Open
Zaiga Yukimura. Alice Soyokaze. Kazuo Oshiro. Amarante Murasakino. Kasai Onanoko. Tomoe Umezawa. Otone Hibike.
these names were written on individual pieces of paper in front of him, along with each and every thing he knew about each of them, fanned in front of him in a semi circle pattern from were he was sitting down. One of these people was a liar, a traitor, a murderer. But who?
after a few seconds, he started to add some data he remembered vaguely from newspapers and news reports he had been half paying attention to. Who among these seven would be willing to assist in something like this?
Baiko almost didnât notice when someone approached. âWhatâs up?â He asked, not looking up at the new arrival.
Zaiga saw Baiko, who seemed to be brooding over something. She approached him slightly apprehensively. Something about Baiko made Zaiga feel a little skittish, and she herself was still recovering from the nightmare that was the third murder in this sick killing game.Â
Just as Zaiga was about to open her mouth to speak, Baiko beat her to it. âI was just checking to see if you were okay. You seem a little preoccupied. If you feel like you need to talk about something,â Zaiga gave Baiko the best smile she could manage. âyouâre always welcome to talk to me!â
Zaiga leaned in to get a squiz at the papers he was holding. âUmm, whatâs this?â Asked Zaiga.
He looked up at her. "I'm using every scrap of knowledge, memory, and intuition I have to determine which of you 7 is the traitor, and thus needs to learn the price of their decisions." He said calmly. "Do you have any information or instincts to add? Because I'm honestly not getting very far on my own." He said, shrugging.
Baiko Kazehaya | End Game | Chapter 4 | Open
Zaiga Yukimura. Alice Soyokaze. Kazuo Oshiro. Amarante Murasakino. Kasai Onanoko. Tomoe Umezawa. Otone Hibike.
these names were written on individual pieces of paper in front of him, along with each and every thing he knew about each of them, fanned in front of him in a semi circle pattern from were he was sitting down. One of these people was a liar, a traitor, a murderer. But who?
after a few seconds, he started to add some data he remembered vaguely from newspapers and news reports he had been half paying attention to. Who among these seven would be willing to assist in something like this?
Baiko almost didnât notice when someone approached. âWhatâs up?â He asked, not looking up at the new arrival.
Alice had wanted to make sure everyone was coping well. During his travels he just so happened to find Baiko sitting in a room with paper on his desk. While he was curious, he wasnât rude enough to look over.
It seemed Baiko had heard him, as he had somewhat greeted the drum major without even turning to see.
âAhâŚjust me.â Alice replies, hand on the rim of the door. âIâve been going around to see how everyoneâs doing. It looks like youâre doing well.â He murmured. âMay I let myself in? Of course it looks like you are busyâŚâ He implied the pieces of paper.
âIâm trying to see if I can figure out who the traitor is among the seven people here that I canât vouch for.â He showed Alice the papers. âIâm trying to remember every little thing I can about all of you and looking for something thatâs out of place.â He frowned. âItâs much better right now than just grieving about those lost. They need to pay.â He said, scribbling a few words on one of the sheets.
âGot anything to add? Youâre more social than me.â He said, looking at him and raising an eyebrow.
Alice stiffened for a moment. He wondered what strove the basketball captain to do this. Either way, if there really was a trailer, Alice knew he probably would not like the results.
âIâŚsuppose thatâs a good way of coping.â He murmured, placing a hand under his chin. The drum major at first looked confused. âAnything to addâŚ? I havenât really heard much of anyone here until I actually met you.â He explained. Go figure, he was too busy with marching band.
Are you implying whoever is the traitor s the mastermindâŚ?â
"Hell if I know. All I know is that if someone put enough planning on this 'game' to run full background checks on all of us, they most likely wouldn't be so stupid as to not take the opportunity to insert a traitor."
he sighed at the second part. "Yeah, I only remember names on newspapers, articles on them, rumors... with a few exceptions." He singled out Otone's, Kazuo's, and Alice's stacks. "I remembered some of your height and weight charts from a few years ago, when I was scouting players from other schools. They're way out of date and bare bones, but still better than most people would know." He shrugged. "Can't use basketball in here, so might as well find the best way to apply my talents." He said grimly.
Baiko Kazehaya | End Game | Chapter 4 | Open
Zaiga Yukimura. Alice Soyokaze. Kazuo Oshiro. Amarante Murasakino. Kasai Onanoko. Tomoe Umezawa. Otone Hibike.
these names were written on individual pieces of paper in front of him, along with each and every thing he knew about each of them, fanned in front of him in a semi circle pattern from were he was sitting down. One of these people was a liar, a traitor, a murderer. But who?
after a few seconds, he started to add some data he remembered vaguely from newspapers and news reports he had been half paying attention to. Who among these seven would be willing to assist in something like this?
Baiko almost didnât notice when someone approached. âWhatâs up?â He asked, not looking up at the new arrival.
Alice had wanted to make sure everyone was coping well. During his travels he just so happened to find Baiko sitting in a room with paper on his desk. While he was curious, he wasnât rude enough to look over.
It seemed Baiko had heard him, as he had somewhat greeted the drum major without even turning to see.
âAhâŚjust me.â Alice replies, hand on the rim of the door. âIâve been going around to see how everyoneâs doing. It looks like youâre doing well.â He murmured. âMay I let myself in? Of course it looks like you are busyâŚâ He implied the pieces of paper.
âIâm trying to see if I can figure out who the traitor is among the seven people here that I canât vouch for.â He showed Alice the papers. âIâm trying to remember every little thing I can about all of you and looking for something thatâs out of place.â He frowned. âItâs much better right now than just grieving about those lost. They need to pay.â He said, scribbling a few words on one of the sheets.
âGot anything to add? Youâre more social than me.â He said, looking at him and raising an eyebrow.
Baiko Kazehaya| Something just hit me | Chapter 3 investigation | Open
musical-despair:
Baiko barely noticed the body discoveries. He had been thinking about some facts that snapped together in the wrong way. Okay, try and put everything together.
Fact one: the messages. His team, manager and ex-boyfriend had all expressed missing him, but didnât seem worried.
Fact two: Someone had managed to put together a reasonable excuse for filming messages to all of them. His team couldnât be fooled easily, so whoever filmed them mustâve had a convincing reason.
Fact 3: Because his team wasnât worried, they likely didnât know about the other students being kidnapped. Since the news would be blaring about this, the recording must be old.
Fact four: someone had known about Tachi. He kept that information close to his chest. He wouldâve only told someone he trusted, orâŚ
He sighed, and came to some conclusions. Hopeâs Peak wouldâve had access to his background check, a reason to film his team, and easy access to a location to hold them.
but that left a problem. This level of control⌠it was theoretically possible with two abominations and some security cameras, but for some of the specific stuffâŚ
Fact five⌠he didnât want to admit it butâŚ
he tapped the nearest personâs shoulders. âOne of us is a traitor.â He stated. âIâm 95 percent sure.â
Amarente was still rather shaken by the murders. Having someone die in front of you wasnât necessarily a pleasant experience, especially not for someone like her. Her expression was still vague and distant, her vibrant personality not quite there.
The messages had been interesting, if not disturbing. She had sworn she would never see that face or hear that voice again⌠how had they found him in connection to her? The family she was currently living with had no impact on her; their words were empty. Yet, how they had acquired such recordings were still perplexing.
When the boy spoke, it grabbed her attention. Her normal presence, while fizzled out, reentered into the scene somewhat.
âA traitor? Surely you must be fucking around with us, right? Who in their right mind would go out of their way to help that in this mess of a game?â
Her voice rang out in tones of disbelief. The thought of someone helping out these monsters was terrifying.
"I don't mean they turned on us. I mean that they were never 'kidnapped' . They pretended to be so they could spy on us. Either they're behind all of this, or they know who is." He frowned. "One of the messages was from an ex boyfriend of mine. Next to nobody knew I was dating him. Hope's Peak would've come across him in my background check. And since they could be responsible, who would be a better mole than a student themselves?" He asked. "Doesn't it strike you as odd that they found messages from very specific people to taunt us with? And these messages could have easily been recorded earlier as a sort of 'glad you're at Hope'a Peak' thing without arousing suspicion." He pointed out.
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Kaiya | Home Sweet Home | Chapter 3 | Open
There was some loud noises coming from the late Kiyokoâs room. While usually the sounds are smashing or breaking things the sounds appear to beâŚcleaning. Kaiya was on his knees, sleeves folded up as he scrubbed at the floor with a brush. He had boxes of things, presumably taken from the backstage area. âGotta get this place clean..â Kaiya mutters as he wipes his brow of sweat. On the side of his room owned by his former roommate all of her items were assorted on her bed with great care. âIâll have this whole place clean for you.â He muttered once again as he wiped his eyes. Was it sweat or maybe tears this time?
Baiko stood at the door, looking at the frantic bodyguard. âNever pegged you as a neat freak.â He said, before wincing. âSorry, that joke was in bad taste.â He was quiet for a few moments. âIâm sorry for what I did. For pushing you into attacking me at the party, for making you break my arm, for all my cruel words and harsh additude since I met you⌠You didnât deserve that. Still donât.â He said. âAnd Iâm sorry that you lost a roommate. I barely knew Albus, but I take it you knew Kiyoko a lot better?â He asked.
Kaiya sat back a little and wiped his forehead. âListen BaikoâŚ.â He bows his head. âI am sorry for breaking your arm..I know I canât offer much aside from money..But I will make it right.âHe takes a deep breath and looks at the ceiling. âKiyoko was the best roommate I could ask for and a great friend.  She was nothing but sweet to everyone here and she treated me like a real person, not just some fighting machine.â His tears drip onto the floor but he tries to ignore it. âAnd I failed her the one way I shouldnât.â
"Unless some team owner owes you a favor, you can't do anything for me." When he brought up Kiyoko, Baiko slapped Kaiya in the face. "Earth to idiot: you couldn't have saved her. You can't protect all of us. Know your limits, or else you'll collapse in exhaustion and get killed," he said. "Look, I wish she hadn't died either. But moping around won't bring her back. Would she want you to be a sad sack because you made one mistake? Or would she want you to just do the best you could next time?" He didn't know Kiyoko that well, but Kaiya needed a pep talk. "So just focus on keeping an eye on the people in the most danger, and know that you did all you could do. Don't cry over something you can't change." He said.
Tomoe | It keeps happening | Chapter 3 | Open
shsl-mortician:
âI think weâre all in the same boat. Platitudes do not help us remain resolute in the face of such extreme adversity. It wouldnât be beneficial to offer meaningless reassurances. Listening is the only thing I can really do for everyone at this point..â
she sighed. While there are actually some pretty significant things going on with her, Iâm not sure when theyâre actually happening in relativity to this so for the sake of chronology, Iâm gonna avoid mentioning them.
âNothing particularly riveting, save for whatever the hell an âAudrey IIâ isâŚâ she briefly shot a glance at the curious âplantâ still sitting in the corner âAnd frankly, Iâd prefer to pretend that it doesnât exist. This new expansion is comparatively tame, but admittedly Iâm rather grateful for that.â
I mean, that was ignoring the weird dental surgery thing. It was less outright encouraging violence than some other âattractionsâ the floor housed, but god damn if it wasnât weird. It was the torture room of this floor, no doubt, in the sense of âwhy in the hell would you ever need this and why was it included? please dont cover it in tomato sauce again if nothing elseâ. âI suppose nothing has really stuck out to you, then?â she inquired.
âIâve been a little too busy... having nightmares and some tiny hallucinations.â He said, quietly. âIâm worried that I might be losing it...â He said, shivering.  âOther than that, nothing here really sticks out for me. Iâve tried to mend fences with everyone, and itâs going okay so far, though.â He said.
