#abndays

Maybe it was her ability in forward thinking, but Yuka had not taken her antidote yet. She knew that following a vote, would be an execution- no matter how long those two lovebirds prolonged it. So, Yuka decided to wait. She would pop that antidote after she witnessed the death. Coughing a bit into her sleeve (one that wasn't tainted with the blood of Kings), she decided to maintain her bravery and confidence... if not for just a few moments. She wanted to desperately stop being sick and get out of this weird lucid day fog, but she knew that if she were to view the upcoming death of somebody she viewed as an idol as she normally was, well... it wouldn't go very well, now would it?

So as she grasped onto her vial of curing, she looked onward. Watching. Waiting for the downfall of a person who Yuka could only wish she had gotten to know better. Chou Nakahara, somebody who had been respected, loved, and then cast out of the group via a majority vote and sent to death. A life lost at the hands of a terrible fate, Yuka's eyebrows were furrowing as she watched Chou be torn from the group to meet her end. No chances at a proper goodbye, no formal exchange or respect of each other's crafts. Yuka found herself in a state of loss... 

She knew she wouldn't be losing somebody like Sarara was losing somebody. Chou wasn't Yuka's friend. The only sense of lose Yuka felt pang her side like a blade was the loss of a comrade, amongst many others. The loss of somebody she could have traded professional words with, the loss of somebody she frankly respected. And yet, even still she looked on as Chou was laid before them, reaching out to the object of her love.

Staring. Gazing. Looking on in horror. Smacked out like a bug. Yuka found herself wobbling ever so slightly. Ah... so every bit of her wasn't lost yet. Not to this illness, not to this game, she was scared but there was a sense of relief that the most genuine part of her was not lost yet- Yuka's ability to feel fear and horror. Eyes wide for only a few mere moments longer, before she had to close them, turning her head away. Practically hiding behind her sunglasses, she flinched horribly. It jerked her whole body as the mere sound of Chou being crushed sent an abhorrent chill up Yuka's spine. This was awful. This was bad, this was so so bad, no no no...

Feeling like she would be sick, she swallowed up anything that may have threatened to come out of her throat as she counteracted it with the vial of antidote. 

Turning away, waiting for the antidote to do its work, she slid down her podium. Ah, the fog was clearing. Thinking more like herself...

There was that familiar and dull lack of will. Welcome home in a way, and all that. 

...or was it really so welcome? Gritting her teeth, feeling her body become reaccustomed to the tremble and shake she was used too. Clenching her fists, she tried to fight it. Be brave, be brave like the Captain was, be brave like you tried to encourage Chou to be. Be brave like APKALLU... probably... was...? She wish she had gotten to know them. 

Yuka would sit there at her podium for a short while more, exhausted and drained unable to carry on for a bit. Eventually, she may find her way out of the trial room. But for now, she was done. If it were not for the blood on her sleeves, she would be properly wiping away the first tears she had wept in reaction to an execution. Due to their presence however, she let them freely fall as she gave herself the ability to be weak and mourn for Chou's loss. Adachi's loss. APKALLU's lost... as well as all the previous students.

Did she deserve to cry as much as others may? Likely not. And yet she did so freely, breathing in the scent of fresh blood and musk from previously ill and tired students. Huddled in herself as others tended to themselves and reacted in their own ways- life would move on. For now, Yuka was in her own time. Yuka was tired. Yuka was drained. Yuka was done fighting, and yet she forced herself to go onwards to try and prevent terrible events like they all just witnessed. Yuka was... sure failing at helping prevent things like this. She mourned.

Yuka looked around, highly judging the scuffle that was occurring, raising her eyebrows in surprise at Chou's state of health. Rubbing her chin, her eyebrows now furrowed with concern. She was a bit forward and overly confident right now, but she wasn't straight up cruel. However, that didn't mean her conclusions and thoughts wouldn't be any less... questionable. She looked at Michiko.

"I mentioned the bloody fingernails, please don't act so exasperated, nobody followed up on my words except you. Maybe you should put your listening ears on, like kindergarten teachers tell their students. Though, thanks for mentioning the other stuff."

Yuka rolled her eyes.

"Well, if Chou's health is displaying this behaviour- regardless of whether or not you all think she's guilty, then we should put them out of their misery. If she's dying, may as well off them before they have to experience organ failure. That is, if she drank the Pumpkin Spice poison."

She looked at Genta and literally just... pats his head. Like a pet. Using her sleeve, she gently starts dabbing the blood off Genta's face. Clearly more concerned with Genta's face than this trial, she focuses her attention on the King.

Yuka puffed out her chest now, giving a cocky ass grin. Her chill attitude changing from sweet to spicy like it had in the group text chat Michiko had made when the motive was released. Nice to overly sugary, Yuka raises her voice ever so slightly and looks Sarara right in the face. Yuka's grin was almost predatory, it might have been more intimidating if she wasn't usually a timid shy girl, and if she wasn't so exhausted right now.

"Yeah? You're gonna get all high 'nd mighty now? I will show you how wrong you were to question me, then! Listen up. Timing is considerably important, considering after Adachi drank that coffee he would be on a life timer. The poison he drank in that coffee worked slowly. Might you also be forgetting... Chou was in the kitchen before I was. Alone for a little bit, might I add. If you don't trust my word, then trust the Captain's Log. Why would Adachi want to lie in his state of mind at the time? Second of all... why would I lie? I'm sure other accounts of my being there, loyal for nightwatch can be confirmed by the people who I spoke too throughout the evening. I could go on entire rant about how I'm innocent- hell, I even tested it out on Shoji-san. She was the practice round, this is the real deal. You wanna have a battle of wits? Come at me then, geeenius. Let's see how you fair without a locker to shove me into."

Yuka gently set her papers on her podium.