Perfect Aim

A good samurai is not afraid to die for what he believes in. He is not afraid to sacrifice himself for the greater good. For the ones he loves. A good samurai stares death in the face without fear. He remains strong and loyal until his final breath. Status: Deceased

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This Is The End

“Welp… looks like a body’s done been discovered.”

Slowly, you open your eyes, confused. The voice is Monty’s, that’s blatantly obvious even with the strangely demure tone, but the words… they can’t be right. Why would there be a body? You… you’d hoped that with the sudden appearance of the plane, and Tataki Kiri’s message to them, that things would be over soon, without any more casualties. 

Guess that would’ve been too easy.

You need to find the body, yes, but… why were you on the floor? That generally isn’t where you sleep, but… you suppose that can wait. For now.

You search about for a bit, until Tsukioka Kazuya flags you down from the Staff Room. You follow him down, the elevator ride silent, and he leads you to the door to the Mastermind’s Throne Room, where Nekoda Kanna and Aozora Suzume are waiting. You open the door, and through the dim lights you see…

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[hermeneuticisms]

actor au round 1

[shslfletcher]

i’m… sorry i never… got to tell you… i’m…. i’m sorry it wasn’t me instead…

i am upset screw all of you

(ps its transparent….)

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[AN UPSHOT WITH DIGNITY] -- Aihara Rin's Execution

Moments before the execution is set to begin, Rin Aihara speaks. “I have one more thing to say.”

Monty contemplates this for a moment, before nodding on screen. “Well, hurry it up, then!”

The chamber goes silent. The archer seems to have calmed down. Tears still roll gently down his face, but he has stopped shaking, and his voice is steady.

[[mind the trigger warning]]

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Rest in Peace

((First and last lines spoken by the deceased students thus far.

I was tired but I really wanted to do a tribute. It feels like it’s been such a journey. I really love these characters and the death of Koya was an emotional high for me. Dani and Daf played it to perfection.

I feel so bad for all these kids. Ah well.))

[♫♫♫]

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[NINE LIVES] -- Nekoda Koya's Execution

Nekoda Koya has taken the place of Nekoda Kanna. Commencing execution. 

With his incredulous, crying sister looking on in shock, Koya, eyes closed and tears slowly traveling down his face, waits silently. When the chains come for him, he does not attempt to outmaneuver them like a feline Houdini. He made his choice, and he’s going to see it to to the end… but that doesn’t mean he isn’t scared, terrified, of what’s to come. “Neechan!!!” he calls out one frantic, final time, as the chains drag him away forever.

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The Broken Willow Branch // Rxn

As Rin was walking toward the site of the inevitable murder he felt the pit already forming in his stomach. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had seen four deaths here already but there was something-

He was one of the last ones there. His legs just wouldn't cooperate. It was a challenge to put one foot in front of the other.

He peered in over their shoulders.

"H-"

His lungs froze where they were, unable to draw breath. As if an arrow had pierced his stomach he stumbled backward from the scene. He hardly knew Hoshi! But...

He should be relieved. His family was safe and she was dead and he should be thankful but something just-

"I- I have to..."

He couldn't finish his sentence. Something was wrong. He knew what was wrong. He hurried away from the room, up into the studio.

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Impasse // Open

[shslswordswallower]

Of course he was getting angry now. Why should she have expected anything else? Detached or not, his conduct was almost gratifying. No matter how far she fell she wouldn’t be alone in losing control. And now there was nothing in her face but judgment and isolation. He wasn’t worth another second. …And yet, she found herself nudging the door more slightly open again, batting at it like a kitten. (Not a kitten, if she never likened anything to a cat’s mannerisms again it’d be too soon—like a bored child.)

Her own stare was unaffected, but she swung her gifted cutlass slightly in her off-hand, the gesture almost like a cold challenge. Was he as skilled with that naginata as she was with a sword? It’d be interesting to see, maybe. But inciting violence was in no one’s best interest. She was a more reasonable person than she was days ago.

"In case you haven’t noticed, threatening us with videos doesn’t mean a thing. Before they tried, with facsimiles of us, and they looked real enough, didn’t they? You and I and everyone else were ostensibly murdered on camera, the killers were punished with bizarrely theatrical executions—their special-effects budget is obviously astronomical. There’s no reason to believe that wouldn’t be easier than assassinating people in the public sphere. People who, if this is all being broadcast, should be under serious protection, not going about their daily lives, getting drunk in fancy restaurants.”

…An odd bit of elaboration. She frowned to herself before continuing.

 ”Being afraid is playing right into their hands. Let them threaten all they want. They’re perfectly capable of hurting us, within the confines of their rules. Beyond that there’s no reason to put any stock in anything they say.”

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Rin looked back up at Yasei, shocked by how detached she was from the whole thing, but then, slowly, his chin and shoulders slumped, and then all at once his posture sank and he found himself staring at the floor.

Those videos had been fake, hadn't they? The one where his house had been up in flames. The one where he had his head bashed concave by Ryou's wrench. They looked so real. Could these also be...

"I..." He clenched his jaw, trying to piece the jumbled words together in his head. Quietly, he sighed, "My home is but a material thing, it does not truly matter, and... and I care not if I die. I am not important. But with them... no, I cannot risk them. Not that easily."

He exhaled a long breath. "I envy you, Kita-shi. I envy your ability to look rationally at this situation. I am afraid my own level-headedness has been compromised."

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Impasse // Open

[shslswordswallower]

Wow. Rin, you weren’t exactly a ball of sunshine yourself. Surely if she were aware of this rude-ass mental commentary…she wouldn’t look much different than she did right now. But she still wouldn’t be happy about it.

In all honesty she hadn’t meant to be such a dick about it. It was only after she took stock of the situation for a few more seconds that she realized he was obviously upset. What sort of upset person left their door open while they were all but incapacitated, offering their throat up to the sword, almost? In a not-professional manner. Maybe he just wasn’t as mistrustful as she was. Then again, if the look on his face was any indication, maybe it was an accident. She hesitantly reached out for the edge of the door to close it, but with her slightly narrowed eyes it looked more like she was about to spring a trap on a wild animal.

"I thought you were inviting conversation. Or perhaps had a death wish. …My…mistake." She didn’t want to be around him any more than necessary. If someone had bothered to quarantine her during her own meltdown maybe she wouldn’t have had to make all these apologies. Those apologies. She had no reason to apologize to Rin. So he was upset, so what. The door swung about half-shut.

"…If you’re worried about your family, you shouldn’t be."

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One hand let go of his head and rested on the bed inches from the naginata's handle. He had no death wish at all. Why, with Rin's current state of mind, the one in this room more likely to be the one intruding upon it.

He dropped his hands and finally looked up at Yasei, his eyes red and bloodshot, his face ashen - clearly not having a good time. He stared at her, the kind of stare that would kill, if looks were able to do so.

"And why should I not worry?" he spat, his posture suddenly straight and rigid, "Should I turn a blind eye to the murder of Yabe-shi's mother? I have known you and the rest of the people here for mere weeks, the deaths here have been a tragedy, without a doubt, but these are the people that I love and who have cared for me my entire life! If you truly think that they are not worth concern you are so unfortunately deluded."

God, he was shaking. How dare Yasei dismiss this event? Was she so horrendously detached? Or did she just not care?

Shit. He unfolded his hand, which he hadn't even realised was clenched, to find it bleeding where two fingernails punctured skin. 

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Impasse // Open

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For perhaps the first time in living memory, Yasei wasn’t carrying her nail gun anymore. The most obvious reason to her was that earlier altercation, and who wanted to be the sort of person who had a reputation for actually shooting herself in the foot, or other people in the foot, or any person in any body part in general? The most obvious reason to everyone else was the fact that the hand that usually held the gun now contained, at long last, a sword.

Not her sword, obviously—a little thicker and curvier than her practice swords, but nothing she was uncomfortable with. Somehow she felt leagues more confident holding it, feeling armed and dangerous for the first time since she’d entered the studio. Even in the immediate aftermath of ostensibly watching someone’s parents get slaughtered by an anime reference on television. Not that she was going to seek anyone out to inform—what would that do, anyway, besides incite panic over something that was all a show in the first place? Even if it was all real, there was no point. So here she was, walking off her muffled feelings instead. If that took her by the others’ rooms for the first time since she could remember, it was more her footsteps left unchecked than any particular impulse.

She’d zeroed in on the open door from the opposite end of the hallway. For a disapproving split second she thought it might have been Atieno’s—just the kind of idiot who would leave his door open, and she had no desire to be seen by him right now, but then she realized with a small tightening of her mouth that it was Rin’s. Odd. And worthy of investigation. Open doors never meant anything good. 

Trying to look as un-intimidating as possible—which was a goddamn challenge because she was Yasei expertly wielding a cutlass and her resting face made her look far too eager to use it, she peeked around the edge of the door just to make sure he wasn’t aiming some kind of weapon at the gap before sliding fully into view.

"Expecting someone, or…expecting anyone?"

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Rin hadn't actually expected anyone to come knocking. Elbows on knees and head between his hands, he didn't bother looking up immediately. He knew the voice well enough; a consistent source of irritation in this damn place - the sword eater, or whatever the fuck her title was.

No, he didn't look up, instead digging his nails into his hair harder, jamming his face further into his palms. She had no right to be seeing him like this, none! He had half a mind to shove her out and make sure to close his door this time, but even that would force him to show his face, and show the weakness written all over it.

He was a good samurai. He was strong in the face of adversity. He was strong. He was resilient. He was a goddamn mess doubled over on his bed.

"No," he managed to say, his voice rasping as it tried to function. With a few more words, though, it clicked into place and his vocal chords cooperated. "No I was not. What do you want, Kita-- Kita-shi?"

[shsljeweller]

beckoning joy || pre-motive reaction/OPEN!!!

[shsljeweller]

The jeweller laid on the floor, back against the wall, looking about as energetic as a sack of flour. She didn’t lift her hand to take the ID card, the focus of her eyes slowly dropping down to it, like the ID card was some mysterious and a foreign object. Kanna looked up to Rin, her expression way less actively disinterested than usually: she almost looked…

"Everyone… They are…" Kanna stopped then, her head tilting to the side. She was exhausted, but she was happy: her family was fine. It was clear that she hadn’t seen anything terrible happen in the room, since she wouldn’t be smiling if that was the case.

"Happy," she finished, and she wasn’t even sure if she was saying her family was happy or if she was happy or if the new litter of small kittens had looked happy, but happy was an emotion present throughout this string of thought. She still didn’t reach up to take the ID, forgetting about it completely for now.

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Rin paused, not sure how to handle this. But then he crouched down, balanced on his sandals. He set the ID card down beside her in easy reach.

He stared across the room, forearms set against his thighs, perched, thinking. He had been worrying about his family ever since Monty had shown him that footage of his house burning - since he had arrived here, even. He knew they'd get along fine with him being away for a little while, but they must be worried sick...

He found it a little suspect that the studio could somehow show them their families. Were they being spied upon? Just how had they gotten this footage? But at the same time he almost didn't care. Tomorrow, if he was there soon enough, he would check in on them. He resolved to do that. He just had to see them again, make sure they were okay.

"I am glad, then, that things are good," he said quietly, barely thinking about Kanna anymore, his mind firmly fixated on his own relatives.

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Impasse // Open

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Rin hadn’t quite stopped shaking since the latest incentive was presented. He sat on his bed for many long minutes, head in his hands, preventing himself from vomiting through sheer willpower. For the first time in his life he felt utterly helpless. He was in here and his family was out there, and could be killed at any time, and it was too much to bear. The others were just as physically capable as Rin, but what if they came at night? What if there were multiple attackers? What if not all four of them survived the attack?

Rin was a good and loyal son. He would do anything he could to protect his family, but- but the only way to do that was to murder. To, with his own hands, end the life of another to save the lives of his family. And… he would likely have to give up his own life as well.

Rin would die for his family. He knew that, deep in his heart. He would willingly give his life for those he loved. But he also knew that, in this place, if the robots had no one to execute, then someone would die. Just like Ryou had. Ryou, who had gone down denouncing Rin’s honour and value as a person. He would die for them but how could he kill for them? How could he possibly commit murder? He could not. There was just no way he could bring himself to do such a thing.

He had honour. He had value. Maybe he could somehow use it, for once. Maybe he could somehow prove it. Maybe he could resolve this with minimal blood shed. But how?

To die. To kill. To let others die.

How could he possibly make such a decision?

Perhaps foolishly, he had left his door open as he stewed in his thoughts. But his bundle of arrows, kept in a tall vase by the door, and his new naginata would protect him, he was sure. But they couldn’t protect him from interruptions, as he experienced, his head still in his hands, sitting in his bed, not even bothering to look up.

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Fatal Fury

While Kita Yasei hadn’t exactly clamored at the opportunity to see her parents again, the motive was vaguely worrying, which was exactly how she felt about her feelings toward her parents; or, rather, the lack thereof. But she has to see, doesn’t she? At least once, and probably only that. 

What concerns her isn’t what’s on the screen that shows her parents; a quiet bedroom, with two sleeping people tucked into bed isn’t concerning at all. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees something flicker, and pries her eyes away from her sleeping parents to focus on someone else’s screen, which has switched to a decidedly different scene…

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Impasse // Open

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Rin hadn't quite stopped shaking since the latest incentive was presented. He sat on his bed for many long minutes, head in his hands, preventing himself from vomiting through sheer willpower. For the first time in his life he felt utterly helpless. He was in here and his family was out there, and could be killed at any time, and it was too much to bear. The others were just as physically capable as Rin, but what if they came at night? What if there were multiple attackers? What if not all four of them survived the attack?

Rin was a good and loyal son. He would do anything he could to protect his family, but- but the only way to do that was to murder. To, with his own hands, end the life of another to save the lives of his family. And... he would likely have to give up his own life as well.

Rin would die for his family. He knew that, deep in his heart. He would willingly give his life for those he loved. But he also knew that, in this place, if the robots had no one to execute, then someone would die. Just like Ryou had. Ryou, who had gone down denouncing Rin's honour and value as a person. He would die for them but how could he kill for them? How could he possibly commit murder? He could not. There was just no way he could bring himself to do such a thing.

He had honour. He had value. Maybe he could somehow use it, for once. Maybe he could somehow prove it. Maybe he could resolve this with minimal blood shed. But how?

To die. To kill. To let others die.

How could he possibly make such a decision?

Perhaps foolishly, he had left his door open as he stewed in his thoughts. But his bundle of arrows, kept in a tall vase by the door, and his new naginata would protect him, he was sure. But they couldn't protect him from interruptions, as he experienced, his head still in his hands, sitting in his bed, not even bothering to look up.