#vdch2

The roommate swap came across as a bit of an annoyance. Sheesh. She finally got a room all to herself which meant she finally could just be alone... For a couple of hours. Well. Who the hell was she stuck with now? ... Akira Wilde... Akira... Akira... He was the pink haired... GREAT. She was stuck with HIM now. Who the hell decided this? Fucking assholes. Well, better go deal with this kid. And so she left for her new room. He'd have to show up there eventually... And luckily... He was already there.

"Hey. I'm sure you've already heard, but it looks like we're fucking roommates now."

Her voice wasn't as irritated sounding as it normally was. In-fact, it seemed semi calm.

"Seeing as we've already met, we can skip the introductions. I've just got a couple of things to tell you."

"..."

He couldn't really say anything. Undoubtedly Kagefu had preferred when he fainted before the execution, because having to witness such a horrible spectacle...

It wasn't something anyone wanted to see, regardless of how twisted or awful they were. True, Kagefu almost snapped at Robin as well, but he couldn't again, he had to get a hold of himself, he had to do SOMETHING worth while, and after that trial...

Shaking his head, he left the trial room, left the body, left everything behind him. Of course, he took one last glance behind him. He couldn't just... Leave them there, could he?

He had taken so much time before, just to do that... And now that Robin...

Tsubame Tsukuda...

But then he really left. Kagefu had to put all this behind him, just like before, just like with Chihiro and M. With Umbriel-san and Amano-san's injuries, with everything that had happened, it all had to go behind him, or he'd just break again.

And here, that wasn't something he could afford.

"I... I am sorry..."

And then it was gone. The trial room, the execution, the yelling and betrayal of the trial. Gone.

"Fuck that noise,"

Sumi wouldn't be done crying anytime soon. And while she was trying to control herself so as not to upset anyone and just try not being plain damn suspicious, objects would start flying around as soon as she was in a room by herself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Reika had been silent. 

She'd been quiet such a long time, not speaking to anyone, lost in the chasms of her own mind, a picture of silent, still turmoil. After the last trial, she'd gone back to her room and stayed there, writing furiously to take her mind off of things and release her emotions on paper. She took a break once, to grind in the wild; but she was quickly defeated, unable to battle properly in her mindset. She'd remained in her room after the motive was given, and even after the murder. She would sit this one out, she decided. She needed to think some more, take a break. She hated feeling useless, but she knew she couldn't do anything right then.

And the trial went on without the input of Reika Tamari. She payed attention, but she remained quiet; even when the situation next to her broke out she still stood quietly. Accusations came and went, votes flew over her head... and before she knew it, the trial was over. They'd voted for someone innocent yet again. This time, she hadn't played a part. She'd sat quietly back and watched it happen.

Which was worse? Contributing to the polls that led an innocent to death? Or simple watching while it happened, doing nothing to stop it? 

Reika didn't know. But after the battle, she was glad that Zeta had won. In Reika's mind, she was far more innocent than Robin, who seemed they could have become dangerous at any time. They'd picked an innocent person who'd already suffered to battle against, and they lost. It was their punishment; and to Reika, it was fair. Even though the execution was horrible, her mind needed some way to justify it. Unlike last time, Robin hadn't been innocent-- they'd hurt Reika's friends. Maybe it was selfish, maybe they didn't deserve to die, but to Reika, it was right. 

The writer spoke aloud, somewhat quietly, for the first time in days. Her expression was obscured by the hair in her face as she stared at the ground, gripping her podium loosely.

"... Good."

Aelois was still slightly numb, but clarity was returning.

Her nose still hurt and her shirt was bloodied and ruined. She watched the duel unfold between Mangaka and Mathmetician. Back and forth and yet no blood.

A hollow duel, though they fight for their lives. That may make it less hollow? Perhaps.

The Execution plays next, a race. A trampling. How she wants to look away. How she wants to cry.

No. She respected Robin. So she will watch them die.

And no one will be able to say she is not without due respect.

This was sick.

Hoshi stands there as Robin and Zeta get pulled off. She defaulted, because she's not going to vote for anyone ever, and was basically too distracted by angry dubstep princesses. However, there's a long, dark moment where she exhales shakily into Kohoris' ear, before she bites her bottom lip, sliding herself down so she can't see the screen.

"I don't like this." She mumbles unhappily into Kohoris back.

However, once dismissed by Monobear, Hoshi takes a step back, one hand still tucked onto the other girls' shirt, before she glances at the elevator. "... come on." She says, softly. Thankfully, she plans on going back to Kohoris' room rather than her own, otherwise there would be a very awkward conversation about why Aki Sato is rifling through her dresser drawers for a condom.

 With every word that stemmed from Robin’s mouth, Minerva felt herself becoming increasingly agitated. Who…was this lunatic spewing madness about innocence? Who did they think they were, claiming what they were planning to do? The thought made Minerva sick.

 No, Minerva was gone. Minerva was the one who would forgive someone for [REDACTING] her. Minnie Jocelyn LaFleur was by no means her persona, and she was far less forgiving to the mentally screwed over.

"GIVE IT A REST. Yer sayin’ ya don’t need our sympathies, but we ain’t givin’ ya none. Th’ people here sayin’ they’re oh so sorry ‘re sayin’ that cause they think we’re still sendin’ a human ta th’ slaughter. What’s more, th’ only innocent we’ve sent ta th’ slaughter is Amano-san and Kurokawa-chan, mostly thanks ta yer interferin’. YA AIN’T INNOCENT!Yer th’ one tryin’ ta screw us all over by makin’ sure we all suffer an’ die fer a kid ya don’t even know. A kid we’re all mighty sure is a killer! If I had ta guess, if anyone a’ us sounded like th’ mastermind, it’d be you!”

Robin heard the tally from behind their podium, their laughter dying down. It was only when it came to a stop that Monobear had revealed the tally. Robin got the top vote. Robin won. There were immediate apologies from a couple of people, and of course Minerva and Zeta had to stick their noses in.

"Stop your goddamn bitchin'," Robin piped up from behind their podium. They struggled to get on their knees. Hoisting themself up was a challenge but it was eventually done. The Statistician's legs were locked together, still shaking and ready to give up. They rested heavily on the podium, glaring at everyone.

"I don't need your goddamned sympathies, you fuckin' murderers. Pick the mentally ill kid? Pick the disabled kid? What the fuck is wrong with you people?" Robin looked to see Zeta trying to bait them. Minerva instantly backed her up, asking to fight. In an instant Robin knew what to do. They smiled ravenously, cocking their head to grin in Minerva's direction.

"Fight you? Fight you?? You would be honored to fight me," Robin said slyly. "If there was a chance I could lose to you, I couldn't just give you the satisfaction. Your big ego would just condemn another innocent person to death. If you haven't guessed by now Minerva, I don't play fair. I play to win. I always win.