Trial | In The End, Did You Really Change? | Chitose | [RE: everything]
In a lighter timeline where they were here for prizes and not murder, Chitose realizes he would be the most ignorant person around. He still is, and his face contorts wildly in reaction to everyone talking for the last while, trying his best to make sense of it.
"I'm not going to pretend like I knew anything like ever. Murders were the easier thing for me to understand around here somehow. Ne, that's kiiiiinda messed up!"
The idol sighs, hand still on his hip. A weight is thrown off his shoulders. He knows that, though the heart still feels empty.
Even in the basement, he worked without knowing really what was ever going on.
"I'm not really the type to say this kinda stuff with any kinda REALNESS behind it, but... Thanks. Especially to you Kagemori-kun and Aikawa-kun. Chitose-kun knows where he's voting now."
He scratches his nose, frowning and furrowing his brow for having given thanks at all. He seems to mouth something to Red and Hinata as well, a more silent thank you.
Feeling a bit red-faced as he dwells on his words more and more though, he eventually levels a harsh glare to no one in particular and gives an explosive burst of yelling.
"If all the stars align to tell me we're all fools and missing something, I'll make you all pay eventually! Hauntings for all of us!!"
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In honor of the group reaching the conclusion of its first chapter, the Mod-el Team has composed a summarized version of the public IC events thus far!
This will be updated once or twice a chapter (depending on Mod availability) so both our players and spectators have a coherent timeline of events! We hope this helps!
[TW for unsanitary location and sharp objects, gore, unnatural objects piercing skin, eye trauma]
Eiji hangs his head low, body limp. Heâs⌠accepting this. He did what he swore he would never do. Begging for forgiveness is⌠just not right. Itâs far too late. He chose curiosity over his humanity, and him being killed for it is only fair. The only problem here is knowing that this⌠is hurting so many people. All of this, not just his trial.
Before Eiji can even yelp from surprise, his thoughts are cut off by the feeling of metal clamping onto his limbs, the sound of clinking chains drowning out his thoughts as heâs dragged away.
Itâs a blur, really. Before he fully realizes, heâs locked inside a grimy room that reeks of blood and rot, sending a shiver down his spine. Holding his breath, he remains still for a few long moments before he eventually swallows and tries to move, realizing heâs been tied down onto a chair thatâs caked with blood, old and fresh. Just like the roomâs walls and floor.
This⌠Ah. Fittingly it looks like something straight out of a horror movie, instantly making him feel much more at home. Funny, really. He can tell this is the real deal, but seeing such a cheesy, classic scene⌠It almost helps him relax. Taking a deep breath, he looks around, wondering if this silence is intentional. â...Hello?â, he calls out, looking around, but he gets no answer. The only sound in the room is the loud ticking of something in the background.
â...Anyone?â, he calls again, almost desperate for something to happen. As if on cue, a sharp pain suddenly surfaces in his gut and he lets out a strangled grunt, trembling at the sight of a small knife embedded in his ribcage. It hasnât hit anything too vital, but it hurts. And Eiji is pretty slow to realize that this execution is going to be the worst possible kind - torture. Â
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...Itâs agonizingly slow. After five more knives making their new home in his body, Heâs managed to figure out that a knife shoots at him every ten seconds, if the ticking of the clock is to be trusted. Though he also figures that the ticking is not a clock at all, but itâs the machine thatâs throwing the knives. He could swear itâs not real seconds anyway - each tick comes way too slowly. Warm blood pools on his seat, dripping down to the floor just to produce another constant sound in the background. He canât decide whether breathing hurts more than it helps. But he does know that heâs losing his mind.
...8...9... Crying out as the next knife digs into his left eye, Eiji concludes that this is absolute hell. He feels dizzy. He feels sick. He feels agony from any small movement he makes. But a small part of him knows he deserves it. Eye for an eye. Life for a life. Itâs only fair, right?
But dammit, he really would just prefer to die already.
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...How long has it been? He canât count anymore.
It hurts.
Just end it.
Please.
He knows itâs his fault, he does. Heâll go to hell, he can accept that. He begs in his mind, unable to talk.
He begs for the next knife to cut something vital.
...The next one never comes.
The machine continues making the ticking noises, mechanism activating with a clunk and a creak after ten have passed, but nothing flies out anymore. Eiji only stares at it, betrayed. It started this, yet canât even finish him off? How cruel. How terrible. What a waste of material. How incredibly⌠lame.
It feels like forever to him, writhing in agony, but eventually the pain starts to fade somewhat. Ah⌠heâs dying. The only thing he does anymore is chuckle lowly, some blood spilling past his lips as the chuckle evolves into a gurgle. Heâs kind of disappointed, deep inside. He was hopeful that his death wouldâve been something gory and gruesome, something he could at least respect - yet here he is. A barely living pincushion, simply bleeding to death. How⌠mild. So, so lame. So boring. Nobody would want watch this.
Itâs... so... d i s a p p o i n t i n g.
His remaining eye closes, and soon after he loses consciousness, any trace of life leaves his limp body. The quiet sound of blood dripping onto the floor remains as the only sound in the small room.
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[[Hey everyone! Welcome to GFS #4 ! In response to the feedback you guys gave us on the survey, here are some new options with GFS!
Updated Rules + Additional Actions
You will now be allowed to do Group Walks with yourself and up to two other people. If you wish to take this route, add the mods into a group and quickly write our your walks so the mods can tell you the success of your individual actions. Once youâve finished collaborating, please condense it into a post and have one player submit!
There are now interactive set pieces in Group Fashion Show. Youâll need to investigate to see exactly what they do and what they look like for each show, since theyâll change to match the theme! Feel free to utilize these however you want (or not at all!)
Sabotage Tactics have also been added. If you want to slick up the stage with oil, toss paint onto your fellow contestants, or any other devious plan you guys can come up with - please message the mods! If you wish to prank a specific character, youâll need to grant their OOC permission first to avoid conflict. Doing a general prank that can affect anyone only requires the modâs consent.
You guys will have until Monday, March 18th, 8PM EST to submit your final walk! Good luck everyone!]]
When you approached the stage, you noticed a few things were.... different. You were certain that the elaborate castle setup wasnât something you had seen before, nor was the mechanical dragon spiraling around the runway stage. Nor were the twinkling robots zipping here and there, emitting bell-like chimes.
Your mascots themselves bowed to you as you filed in, and it was Miryo-ke who picked you back up.
âYour highnesses! Welcome to our new ân improved fashion show, the Fourth Hopeâs Peakâs Most Murderous! Nyahahahahaha! We thought the previous few gos were a little... how shall we say, basic, so we decided to incorporate 90% more danger and 110% more fun into it. ...Thatâs how percentages work, right?â
Shaking their head from side to side so that their whiskers smacked into their face with the momentum of the movement, they straightened up and clasped their paws in front of them.Â
âAnd we have higher stakes this time around. Muuuuuuch higher stakes. Mew know all the death and doom and gloom? That was all just a taste for whatâs to come. Nyahahah! Sooner or later, your number will come up. Think mew can just hide behind the others and use âem as scapegoats? We have your number. Good thing we donât like all of you equally, so youâre on an even playing field. Nyanyways.â
There was a pause, and they brushed their muzzle with a paw.
âThe theme for this Group Fashion Show is a special one, and works a bit different: âFantasy Landâ! That would make it a Fancy/Cute hybrid, which means you have those two categories to work from. Oh, Iâm so excited. But before that...!â
Momotori cut in.
âBut! Before you get going, because we know youâre ready to shake your tail feathers up there, weâve decided that you guys deserve some more⌠options! Yup, yup! Thatâs the word! So, there have been some minor updates to Group Fashion Show rules!â
The chunky bird fixes their bowtie, clearing their non-existent throat.
âWeâve come to realize that maybe you chickadees simply have stage fright! And thatâs why itâs so hard tâ get you to cooperate! So!!â They hold our their wings proudly, âWeâll now be allowinâ you guys to walk in groups!â
Momotori chuckles, wings returning to hips.
âIn a group of no more than 3-â They think about it. â...Not that yous have that many of you left KYA-HAHA~â Clearing their throat, the bird continues, âYou guys can now take your turn together! Weâll still be judging you independently, but you can try anâ hype each other up if your friend is performing exceptionally bad. Our non-existent hearts might not be swayed, but that should take the edge off!â
âAlong with that! There will now be interactive obstacles and set pieces for you guys can try using to spice up your runway walks! Feel free to take your own look at the stage before going up to see whatâs what. Though, be careful! If you mess up, weâll only laugh at you Kehehe~â
Momotori giggles into their wings.
âThe last thing tâ keep in mind is, in line with the new set pieces, if youâre worried about not doing well. Weâll⌠turn a blind eye tâ any foul play. You guys seem tâ be all buddy buddy - but how long will that hold up when you start realizing how poorly youâre doing I wonder. KYA-HAHAH!!â
With that, your avian judge seems satisfied and steps back in line with the others.
And with that, you were allowed to strut your stuff.
