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File 3.EXE
Name: Moriarty Yuuya Isara
Time of Death: 2:17 AM
Time of Discovery: 10:23 AM
Location: Meeting Room #1
Cause of Death: Exsanguination
Additional Notes: His right hand has a bit of blood on the fingersâŠAnd it does not seem to be from when he injured himself prior!
Dare(Devil)||Event...?
DING DONG⊠BING BONGâŠ
A tone rings out across the facility. Before long, Control appears on the nearest screen, his voice broadcasting throughout.
âI intended to announce the discovery of a body, but it seems youâve taken care of that for me. Very well then. As before, youâll have a period of investigation before we return for another class trial. Do try and investigate thoroughly. As before, you are free to investigate all rooms currently available to you. Do make the most of thatâŠâ
His expression seemed to stiffen, his voice stern.
âOh, and there is no need to investigate the vandalism in the lounge. Yes, that is why I was delayed in identifying the body. I was investigating the vandal who ruined my $15,000 vintage pool table in a most bizarre case of good intentions presented maliciously. I know precisely who ruined such a valuable piece, and I can confirm that this little vandal is not connected to this murder.â
âI will have to deduct the cost of restoring my pool table from the sizable donation I was planning on giving to your hospital in order to fund research⊠If I give that grant at all anymore. Iâm not sure. That will depend on your behavior going forward, Tsuneo Enjou. You think yourself a hero, able to stop the inevitable from happening, but you have to realize the truth of this world. You cannot prevent the inevitable. Loss is inevitable. If you want a successful future - nay, a future whatsoever, you will have to understand that you cannot save everyone. You will be forced to make sacrifices. There will be bodies underfoot. Itâs up to you to make the most practical decisions you can.â
âYou took my generosity and you spat it out in the most disrespectful fashion. If you want to survive this test, youâll have to watch yourself, Tsuneo Enjou. Do not upset me again. Do I make myself clear?â
On that rather⊠Bitter note, Control promptly goes silent. Investigation⊠start?
Eye Of The Tiger || Body Discovery
It was still early in the morning and as everyone wondered who exactly vandalized the Lounge..and had spent a small amount of time trying to figure out who exactly could have done it. But it was Ulrich who had found himself attempting to do all he could to keep Isamu from meeting a grisly fateâŠdespite his stubbornness of assuring he would be fine on his own. In Ulrichs morning walk around the facility though he had found himself in the Laboratory portion of the facilityâŠBut thatâs when the air began to smellâŠ.rustyâŠ? A familiar rusty smell that comes with bloodâŠ
But it was not just Ulrich visiting the Laboratory at this hour, Natacha as well as Isabella had found their way down here for their own reasonsâŠBut when the two of them as well smelled blood all three of them began to frantically search for what room it was coming from. Had they truly failedâŠ?
Upon walking into the first meeting room, a feeling of dread sets upon Ulrich. Ulrich can smell it. The heavy stench of blood lingers in the air. But, no! They all were so careful⊠Isamu canât be deadâŠ! His thoughts race as they peer into the room, searching for an inevitable body⊠Isamu⊠canât be deadâŠ
âŠ
And he isnât.
Keep reading
Fernweh || Ulrich Body REACTION
shsl-knifethrower:
Staring at the floor, he remembered seeing the body, smelling the blood, wanting nothing but to be as far away as he can be. His eyes stare past anyone or anything into the distance for a moment before standing slightly closer to Isabella, so that she doesnât have to strain to hear his whispers.
âIt was.. shocking. To say the leastâŠ. But these people need someone to keep vigilance and make an example.âÂ
Ulrich crossed his arms, still trying to keep up his act that he was fine. At least for himself, if not the others.Â
âI am not afraid, but it shook meâŠ. The⊠weight of the situation. Are you going to be okay?âÂ
Ulrich quickly turns the conversation back on Isabella.Â
Isabella leaned against the wall. Trying not to think of a body that was just stuffed in a drier... She actually had to holding a gag for a second just thinking about it.
âUlrich be honest. Were you not afraid or are you just lying about that?â
The tugged a stray strand of hair.
âThis isnât about me, dummy. I pulled you out because I figured you didnât want to be with... Well. In there.â
Fernweh || Ulrich Body REACTION
shsl-knifethrower:
Ulrichâs attention snapped to Isabella, his eyes widening. He balls his fists and immediately attaches himself to her side. With a nod, he squints his eyes and immediately heads out into the hallway.Â
âYou can trust me to know what to do in such a tense situation! It is only dangerous to those who donât know how to handle dangerâŠand of course, I am the danger!âÂ
He turned back to Isabella, and it seemed his gruff exterior melted away, and all that was left was a less gruff, more deflated Ulrich, standing in the hall.Â
Isabella sighed, this was probably going to be a sight she was going to get used too.
â... Are you okay...?â
She looked back inside the laundry room, making sure no one had actually followed them. She briefly looked around the hallway as well.
No one. Thatâs good.
â... Thereâs no one whoâs going to listen in either, by the way.â
Fernweh || Ulrich Body REACTION
deathheadmoths:
She was among the people who was in the room when Ulrich made his⊠exclamation. She was arguing with people in the chat earlier.
God she was so so so tired. She was attempting to reason with herself.
Maybe someone dying was a mistake? Yeah⊠yeah that was it⊠⊠She shook her head. No⊠no she had to be fucking HONEST with herself at the very least⊠God. Someone had died. Someone else WILL die soon. Good God. She just hoped it wasnât herselfâŠ
That⊠that wasnât the point as of right now.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked around. And then sawâŠ
âŠ
Is Ulrich okay?
She walked up to him, not really sure what to say. It was weird. Their entire relationship had changed over the course of one, two days.
â⊠Do⊠do you need to step out?â
She wasnât even sure if she was asking him or herself.
Anywhere but here⊠Anywhere but here⊠Please, someone let Ulrich leave. But Ulrich Ohlhauser had to stay. He was keeping watch, a sentinel whose sworn duty was to keep the body safe! He kept his arms crossed, watching the others, squinting his eyes at anyone who dared challenge what he decided was right.Â
When he saw Isabella, his eyes darted away from her. Did she see that⊠performance? He was fine, he just had a slip-up. He promised Neo no more threats, but people had to understand that he was serious! So he pulled out one of his blades, twirling it in his hand as she approaches him. He closes his eyes as she asks him to leave, then turns his eyes to her.Â
âI have to stay here and make sure no cowards attempt to tamper with the body!âÂ
Isabella looked at the stiff posture of the other. He... he wasn't having a good time was he. Eyes darting around the room, avoiding looking at the body itself.
Then... maybe?
"Uhm... Hey Ulrich."
Hands in her pockets.
"I uh... think I found something pretty. Dangerous. And important."
She signaled towards the door.
"... I think... only you of... your great courage or whatever... can come check it out... Besides there's so many people in here as it is they can't mess with the body in the drier without getting noticed immediately."
Fernweh || Ulrich Body REACTION
[tw for dissociation]
Ulrichâs eyes were cold as they surrounded the stairs. He knew that there was a person dead before him. He knew that she was gone, her functions have ceased. But⊠Ulrich couldnât bring himself to do anything, say anything. Everyone was already trying to figure out what was happening, but he stood there in cold silence, his look unreadable. Maybe it was because he knew something like this would happen. Maybe he has seen something like this before? Either way, when Ulrich heard about the other body downstairs, he had to move.Â
Ulrichâs body felt heavier and heavier with every step. Who would also be dead? Who would be here alone? With every blink, Ulrich saw Sayuriâs face. Her terror, despair in her eyes. He saw that look before, why couldnât he do anything to stop it? His heart began to tremble as he made his way to the laundry. Why was his chest hurting? He clung to his jacket as they all witnessed Shigemiâs corpse in the machine. That was the moment it all seemed to fall apart. He was dead⊠He was irreparably damaged⊠exactly like Sayuri. Both of them were dead?Â
Ulrichâs breathing became heavier and heavier as he began to sway. People were already crying, people were already breaking apart. Ulrich couldnât think about anything but their faces. Those eyesâŠ. Controlâs words faded into the background as the world began to swirl around him into an endless smear of color and sound. Nothing but Shigemiâs face. Nothing but his body and Ulrich. Was there something he couldâve done? Was there something anyone could have done? His legs gave out, his eyes staring at the corpse as the others already began, but Ulrich could not. He felt so.. unreal. None of this felt real. Who was he, beyond his flesh? What was he even doing there, wasting space when there were others who deserved to be there tooâŠ.
He leaned over, curled up face down against the tiled floor. With this, Ulrichâs phone fell out of his pocket, and he opened it to the texting system. What were they talking about? What could any of them possibly be going on about..? All the fighting, all the threats. Oh no⊠Sayuriâs dead, right. Shigemiâs dead, right. He wanted this all to stop⊠Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stopâŠ.
Everyone stop. Please, just stop.Â
Ulrich Ohlhauser stands up once more, his eyes focusing on everything but the corpse. Turning around to the few left in the laundry room, his deep voice growls, his body rigid and sturdy, as if nothing happened. Ulrich Ohlhauser was fine! He had to be fine!
âFor many of us, this is not the first time witnessing the body of another. Remember that once they have left us, their bodies are simply husks of their former humanityâŠ.â Pause, âEven SayuriâŠâ He exhales and continues. âLet us give all we have to this investigation. Those two deserve at the least that! Lest you call yourselves cowards and hide away in your rooms until you meet the same fate!"Â
She was among the people who was in the room when Ulrich made his... exclamation. She was arguing with people in the chat earlier.
God she was so so so tired. She was attempting to reason with herself.
Maybe someone dying was a mistake? Yeah... yeah that was it... ... She shook her head. No... no she had to be fucking HONEST with herself at the very least... God. Someone had died. Someone else WILL die soon. Good God. She just hoped it wasnât herself...
That... that wasnât the point as of right now.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked around. And then saw...
...
Is Ulrich okay?
She walked up to him, not really sure what to say. It was weird. Their entire relationship had changed over the course of one, two days.
â... Do... do you need to step out?â
She wasnât even sure if she was asking him or herself.
Im so upset I cant even make a fancy title for this || CH2 BODY REACTION
Isabella really. Really didnât want to believe it. She legitimately didnât think anyone would kill! Itâs so fucking stupid. Then⊠then⊠she saw the body. The first one.
At the sight of it, she slowly backed away from it before her back hit the wall, and slowly, slowly, she slid down.
â⊠Youâre⊠fucking kidding meâŠâ
Then, the announcement for the other one. God. Are you fucking serious.
Then the rude placement for the other.
In a drier.
Jesus Christ.
She was about to faint.
File 2.EXE
execâsavethem:
Name: Shigemi Kiyono
Time of Death:12:36am
Time of Discovery: 6:10am
Location: Laundry Room, Dryer
Cause of Death: Blunt Force Trauma
Additional Notes: Just taking a glance at him he seems to seriously have put up a fight with the amount of wounds on him! Yikes.
File 1.EXE
Name: Sayuri Sato
Time of Death: 1:20am
Time of Discovery: 6:05am
Location: Bottom of Staircase, First Floor
Cause of Death: Blunt Force Trauma
Additional Notes: It appears that one of her arms is at a very odd and unnatural angleâŠ!
The Strangest Noise | Chapter 1 | Event
Amidst the heat, yet another unusual sound rang through the lobby. The last sound you were expecting, letâs be perfectly honest.
A phone was ringing.
A phone? Where?
Sure enough, there was a rotary phone sitting on the front desk of the lobby. The very same phone that seemed to be getting no power. And now⊠it was ringing?
Was anyone there to answer?
Nami and Ryuu had been standing in the lobby, chatting peacefully, when the sound went off. In the middle of his sentence, Ryuu scrambles over the desk in an impressively short amount of time. Without even wondering if it was a good idea, he picks up the phone and says,
âHello? Who is this?â
âCan you hear meâ
âGather everyone here soon. Fifteen minutes.â
Ryuu froze for a second before handing the phone to Nami in which they just held it to their ear and said âHelloâ as the message repeated once more as Ryuu dashed out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs.
âHey guys. No joke. I need you to come to the lobby right now.
Tinker Toys || Chapter 1 || OPEN
deathheadmoths:
Isabella sighs, fanning herself with a hand. She looked over at the man who was now sitting on the floor.
âYeah that would have helped.â
She wasnât wear her usual outfit. She noticed how there wasnât really anything worth of note, at least at a first glance, in the storage room. She walked in and looked at one of the boxes. Nothinâ but garbage it seemsâŠ
âBut seriously man⊠You okayâŠ?â
She decided to hold out an arm to help him stand.
If it wasnât obvious to Isabella, she should totally be running now. Ulrich is nothing but a stone wall standing against all who oppose him. Heâll never admit heâs having any sort of difficult time! He scoffed again and fiddled with one of the boxesâ corners. Ulrich squinted at Isabella, rolling his eyes and pushing himself off he floor, muttering a quiet âowâ as he straightened himself. He is Ulrich Ohlhauser! He doesnât need anyoneâs help! He looked away from Isabella, pulling a brooding look, as if he was looking into the distance forlornly.Â
âTch.. Iâll be fine. I wouldnât be who I am today if a simple all wounded me!âÂ
Ulrich turned to look at her, pointing at his face, that of which had four scars gracing his complexion.Â
âIn the case that you didnât know. These scars are a sign of strength! Now that we have discussed that, I will thank you for at least coming to my aid, when many would be too petrified to take the plunge!â
What an edgelord.
Woah those were sure a shit ton of words that were sprayed with no warning.
"... Alright. Sure, whatever dude. So like..."
The arm that was offered in help was now rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.
"... How maybe first have you been in... uh..."
She still didn't have his name...
Tinker Toys || Chapter 1 || OPEN
deathheadmoths:
Isabella had been walking by the storage room, trying to keep her mind off the head. Then she heard a sudden crash. Oh geez. She slowly opened the door and peaked inside. Only to find yellow and red hair (she keeps forgetting names. God why was she so bad at this.) on the floor.
Too bad she made eye contact with him before she could step out.
âUhâŠâ
She really did not know what to say. This was really awkward.
âDo you need helpâŠ?â
Ulrich didnât want anyone seeing him being soâŠ. soâŠ. uncool. He was dressed like a fool, not working his fashion magic at ALL. Earlier he was stuck to the floor of his room, for Peteâs sake! Whatâs a knife thrower to do? But as he wallowed in self pity, he heard the otherâs voice ring out to him. She was⊠offering to help? Slowly, Ulrich uncovered his face, revealing the scar ridden scowl everyone knows and loves(detests). He sits up slowly, pushing one of the boxes to the side.Â
âAh, if you dare wish to take on a task such as this.. I was searching for a fan, or even parts of a fan⊠I wanted people to stay cool.. ErâŠâÂ
Ulrichâs face grew hot. Part of him hated talking abot himself! What was he even to say?! Closing his eyes, he crossed his arms.Â
âOne of us will die from exhaustion before a murder occurs! Iâm only looking out for the sake of this murder game! We cannot have anyone falling victim to loopholesâŠâÂ
Ulrich why are you so grumpy?Â
Isabella sighs, fanning herself with a hand. She looked over at the man who was now sitting on the floor.
"Yeah that would have helped."
She wasn't wear her usual outfit. She noticed how there wasn't really anything worth of note, at least at a first glance, in the storage room. She walked in and looked at one of the boxes. Nothin' but garbage it seems...
"But seriously man... You okay...?"
She decided to hold out an arm to help him stand.
Tinker Toys || Chapter 1 || OPEN
Anyone could tell that people were going mad, already in the steamy building. Sweat beaded off the youthsâ bodies as they fought against the heat, doing whatever it could to stay cool. Ulrich Ohlhauser was one of those very few, fighting hard to stay cool in the hellhole known as 70, 80, 90+ Fahrenheit degrees. From outside the hall, one could hear a rustling in the basement storage room, the screeching of items being tossed around, metal upon metal, cardboard being ripped open.
Upon closer investigation, either by fate or by following the sounds of a desperate boy, the scene opens in the storage room. The shorter young man was stooped over, reaching into a box and grumbling. His wild blonde and red hair was tied back in a wavy, almost curly haired, ponytail, sitting on the floor in a tank top and slightly shorter than usual camouflage shorts. It seems he has resorted to wearing sandals, rather than his high buckled boots. He groans one more time, tugging at his parted bangs as he tips over an open box.
âOf all the things one could find in this forsaken place, a fan is one of the things that not even parts to exist?! Not even the tools to repair the furnace? What a rotten move, on his part!â
Ulrich stood up, reeling his foot back to swing down on one of the boxes, catching his toes on another box before him. Quickly, before anything can be registered, Ulrich is hobbling to the side, desperately trying to pull his leg free. He falls swiftly to the floor, finally tripping over his failed attempts at coolness, groaning in frustration.
âWhy does this happen to me?!â
Ulrichâs eyes glance up just for a second to find another person standing in the room with him.. Slowly, the under dressed young man covers his face in embarrassment.
Isabella had been walking by the storage room, trying to keep her mind off the head. Then she heard a sudden crash. Oh geez. She slowly opened the door and peaked inside. Only to find yellow and red hair (she keeps forgetting names. God why was she so bad at this.) on the floor.
Too bad she made eye contact with him before she could step out.
âUh...â
She really did not know what to say. This was really awkward.
âDo you need help...?â
CH1 || Open
"I see..." Another celebrity? As much as she felt guilty to admit it... Isabella didn't... really know this person. "Well, thank you for the support, it's quite hard to get such recognition when you're not really a Japanese band." Well. "Are... you a musician as well?" Probably not but... "Since you mentioned having a fan base yourself..."
CH1 || Open
Isabella wasnât really sure how to react to the situation. She tried to keep her mind off of things. It wasnât too easy. She really talk to her roommates as much as it is⊠They seem. Cutesy. Too cutesy. She needed to distract herself.
By distract herself, she was going to sit in the lounge, staring at the ceiling with a bag of chips.
This wasnât working as well as Isabella thought it would.
A loud gasp emits from the opposite side of the room from Isabella. That loud comes from an extremely starstruck-looking Gyuhui whoâs just entered the doorway and spotted her there.
âY- You!â
They bound across the lounge in just a couple leaps and are sort of looming over Isabella with a huge grin on their face in seconds. Hope that doesnât scare her too much.
âYouâre Luna!â Gyuhuiâs practically yelling. âFrom Deathhead Moths! You - Oh my god, I love your music!â They hit their hand on the side of the couch trying to offer it for a handshake. âIâm Gyuhui! Uh, Chung Gyu-hui! Ah, this is so cool, I! I didnât think Iâd ever get to meet you! Wow -â
They blather on for a bit before finally stopping for breath, in which interval Isabella might finally have a chance to speak.
She wasn't really quite expecting a fan here out of all places. Ah well, it was practically a given. "H-hey there..." They continued to blather on. She was still getting used to 'fan behavior'. It was still all new to Isabella. Fame still hasn't gotten to her yet it seems. "Calm down there. Uh, you don't have to call me by my stage name you know. But... Thanks for the support." She noticed they tried to go for a handshake, albeit failing. She offered her own hand in exchange. "You can call me Isabella, by the way."
CH1 || Open
Isabella wasnât really sure how to react to the situation. She tried to keep her mind off of things. It wasnât too easy. She really talk to her roommates as much as it is⊠They seem. Cutesy. Too cutesy. She needed to distract herself.
By distract herself, she was going to sit in the lounge, staring at the ceiling with a bag of chips.
This wasnât working as well as Isabella thought it would.
A few of the areas, her room included, had gotten a little rowdy, so in lieu of holing up in the linen closet again, Saeru wandered back to the lounge. Only one other student here at the moment. That would certainly do.
âI hope Iâm not interrupting anything.â
This caused the guitarist to sit up. She wasn't sure who she was quite talking to. Well, it's a better way to distract her self she thought. With a siting up and popping her back... This person looked vaguely familiar. "You're... Saeru right? We met before briefly, I think..." Before everything went to shit, Isabella thought to herself. "Don't worry, I don't got anything going on." She showed the other person a bag of chips. "Want one?"
