#muwata

Muwata found nothing during this past investigation. Nothing but memes, that was. It disappointed her, in all truth, as she felt determined to figure this all out. She found some clues pertaining to Vera perhaps lapse of innocence, but, considering she wasn’t of this world and, Aona was acting filthy, her mind quickly raced with angry thoughts as everyone else brought the facts. Mainly Ryuunosuke who was mean to her last trial and since. She still didn’t like him so, as a result, she ignored her initial instinct to congratulate him on a ‘job well done’. 

“I do admit. I feel Miss Aona seemed suspicious since Nanashi’s trial. Something seemed 'off’ about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Kind of like how Mister Koma acted the trial prior. I just…wasn’t sure if I should speak out or if it was an utter waste of time. Now I know the truth.

The truth was here, folks. Aona was acting like a crazy lady. When everyone had finished talking, Muwata snapped a finger in her direction. She was livid and also full off too much caffiene. Her voice seemed a bit off key. People, don’t let her drink coffee. It makes her MUCH too hyper. She looked like she was about to bounce out of her podium and lunge. Possibly with a bazooka in hand… 

“You hold your tongue, girl! I will bring you down to the VERY seventh circle of hell for bringing my friends to their deaths. It wasn’t their murderers faults, but you. Why, if I had my way, I would send a bazooka plummeting into your skull right now, but I promised Yuu I wouldn’t harm a soul! You better start praying I continue to keep that promise, girl.“ 

{x} Muwata was kind of annoyed, really, to hear the next motive. She stood here, with others, her uninjured hand tightly formed into a fist at her side. She was ridiculously sick of it, honestly. Seeing her other friends get hurt by stuff like this? Now having to endure more sleepless nights? This was utter crap, and she for one, was sick of it rather than scared.  In her anger, the saxophonist grabbed some shutter shades from her pocket, threw it on the ground then stomped on them furiously until they were in pieces. This was after she left her room of course, but not without grabbing her bazooka gun and a handful of kazoos...

“This is an utter disgrace! I will not be shaken by such hogwash! If you think I will be, then honey: You've got a big storm coming!!!"  

With that, the saxophone player glared a hole into the monochrome bear, only to knock on Yuu's door immediately after. Why had she slept in her own room tonight? Stupid stupid stupid......stupid stubborn Muwata. Hopefully everyone would be fine, at least. 

“Yuu-san: We're going to the kitchen, effective immediately. We must find a good home base. We must find Kazuki and Iwao at some point too. There is a survival strategy we must create! I will accept nothing less!"

You’ve tamed the bull. He is a friend now.

The saxophonist shifted uneasily in her chair during the tram ride. Someone in here killed her best friend. Or perhaps, could it be that the killer was dead already? She didn't know, but the whole ordeal broke her. She wore the sweater Yuu offered her, yet shivered despite this. Her skin and hair still looked wet as the droplets of water from the pool spilled off her and onto the sweater and floor. Would she be able to handle this?

As they entered their podiums, Muwata clung more tightly onto Yuu's sweater and took deep breaths. It all felt surreal, with Vera dead. But, of course, the girl wouldn't appear before her anymore; She was surrounded by podiums of the dead, in this disgusting place. Still, she took her stance and sighed.    

“I...pulled Vera out. Tried to...perform CPR. Couldn't....resusitate. Sorry..."

Her head felt like she was pounding as she produced these words in a voice that almost didn't sound like her own. She seemed so weak and quiet. It seemed scary how different she seemed

  “The...the rude one in the dress. Her breath...I smelled it. Smelled like almonds. Just like the...secret comparment of her ring. Poison perhaps? I....don't know."