im way too tired to type up a formal execution for max's updated execution but it's endgame so here's a sick pic!
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im way too tired to type up a formal execution for max's updated execution but it's endgame so here's a sick pic!
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Enter: Super High School Level Somnologist!
"It’s getting real lonely around here, so it looks like it’s about time you all fessed up. You’re tryin’ to avoid me, aren’t you? You know how I deal with people who try to sneak their way around me?"
They raise a fist in your direction, a threatening look exploding onto their features. They seem dead set on punching you right in the face when a laugh bursts from their throat and they have to turn away. Snorting hard, they try to recover with a straight face but seem lost in amusement.
"Ahahaha! Y-you looked so shocked!" They snorted hard, unable to control their silly giggling. "I’m in a lab coat! Did you really think I was gonna hit you?” They wiped some tears and straightened up. “Oh, right! Reblog or like this post if you’re a Dangan Ronpa OC role-play blog and especially if you’re a Doubt Academy 4 hopeful! Thanks a lot!”
Gentle Sax as Max Rises Yet Again || Max || [RE: Murder, Trial]
The murders were startling but Max found it in their heart to remain calm. They recognized the two students from passing encounters, from across and to the side of the trial room after each murder. The most stirring thought was the number of deaths. Two again? What the hell was going to be next, three murdered? Murderers were getting desperate, weren’t they?
By the time that it came to investigate, the job seemed fairly covered. Max decided to head off in the direction of the new areas. They didn’t get far, trying to take time to relax any nerves as their mind became rampant. When they made their way back, it was for the trial, having faith in their class-mates investigations.
They stood behind their podium and watched the events unfold. Swallowing hard as the mastermind vote came into play, their brows gradually furrowed. A mastermind. They glanced across the room to Aimé for some kind of silent, no-need-to-be-openly-reciprocated support. Just seeing him was enough to cool their nerves.
They didn’t want to imagine a mastermind, but they had to, didn’t they?
Familiar Grounds || Max || ATTN: Aimé
Aimé turned at the sound of his friend, smiling tiredly even though he was rested. This place seemed to make you constantly exhausted no matter how slow-paced you were, due to all of the worries it induced. He guessed that Max probably felt the same way.
"Sank you. I’ve been working on zis all day…"
He finished piping the final petal on a small iced daisy, placing it on the top platform of the cake. His movements were gentle and delicate; at least this place had not made his hands shaky. Taking a few steps back, he examined his work, tilting his head to get an artistic perspective.
"Did you want me for somesing? I guess you could have a slice of zis cake, it will just rot ozzerwise…"
For some reason the prospect of Max just wanting to share his company didn’t spring to mind. As unbelievable as it sounded, having casual conversations and sharing news seemed like a thing of the past now. Perhaps talking with his companion again would bring him back down to earth.
Max glanced at the decoration spread across the top as Aimé made his response, a smile pricking at their lips. It looked beautiful, despite the bleak scenario they were all facing. What a lovely sight. The suggestion of taking a slice surprised Max, as if the thought had barely crossed their mind. It seemed like a waste of something beautiful. Max wanted to keep the cake more than they wanted a bite, but they supposed eating it would fulfill it's worth.
"It's a shame that your creations are edible. I would put something like this as a decoration on a wall." They kept a light-hearted tone, but it grew tired towards the end, as if they were remembering they didn't have a wall to decorate anymore. "Could I save it for a few minutes? I don't know if I could stomach food right now. If I could hang around, it would be more than enough."
They tried not to lean on the counters, noting maybe it wasn't as polite as they had originally considered. Instead, their arms crossed and they eyed the cake thoughtfully.
"I'm having trouble feeling secure after the motive. I guess after a lot of things. Last I talked with you much, I was worried about if you were going to be alright." They swallowed a bit, wondering if they were being too nosy. Aimé had hugged them, but they weren't used to things like this. What were they supposed to do in the follow-up? Were they truly best friends in this situation? "How are you doing?"
astral 2 roster confirmed for: toru's eyepatch, aime's finest cakes, max's backpack, three of masayoshi's shoes, hirashi's missing bow tie and cream
i was staring at this for a good five minutes trying to think of a witty reply but i couldn’t think of one at all. fair play, anon. fair play.
Nothing's Strange Anymore || Max || RE: Emergency Alert and Follow-Up
The announcement made Max jump as they headed in the direction of the kitchen, their head lifting sharply as they listened in. The voice was chilling as the words carried, causing Max to turn in the direction of their dorm. They hurried back to the room, opening the door and slipping inside without a word. Shit.
They immediately thought to open the door and speak with Nakunaru. Sure, they hadn’t spoken much but it was worth the dare of it for some comfort. They wondered if he was doing alright in the next room, carrying them to the door where they slowly grasped the knob. Sliding it away from the wall, they peered into the room, ready to speak out when…
Right.
Naknak was dead.
They stared into the lifeless room for a moment, before pushing the door open all the way. Well, they had a lot of space to use now. Heading to his door, they ensured it was locked before glancing around the room with a sigh. It was no use snooping about at this point. Moving back to their room, they collapsed onto their sleeping bag with a tired huff.
What a lonely existence. They were grateful to Aimé for easing some of that weight off their shoulders. Even then, they felt like they hadn’t spent enough time. There hadn’t been enough hugs to keep Max from wrapping their arms around a pillow and pretending everything was different.
As more announcements came, they checked their ID card as ordered. The ping came as they peered at the card with a mystified expression. The dead bodies were anything but a surprise, yet Max felt a little sick recognizing one person. She made them uncomfortable, but that was no reason to go through such a painful and sudden death.
When they were allowed out, they immediately thought of Aimé, but veered in the direction of the newly discovered areas. They headed a ways from their dorm before gradually stopping and deciding to take up an activity before exploring. It would be better to find Aimé and go with him. They couldn’t say they weren’t nervous.
But as the motive came, their calm choices were slipping. The mere mention of being able to give Aimé immunity was more tempting than most motives they’d heard thus far. Still, they cleared their head and took up the thought of meeting up with him again. He would be fine. He’d be safe and they knew he would. It was time to find him. And well, run into Monomi at some point.
Time Flies When Your Friends Are Fucking Dead || Max || [RE: Everything]
Aimé raised his nose in triumph when the cat pounced to the floor, not knowing that that had been her intention already. With an irritated huff he placed his hat atop his head again and folded his arms. It was almost amusing how he was able to have a petty tantrum over such a thing just after a disturbing trial ending.
"Not your fault. Alzough I would’ve sought you would know to take the cat down from zere… Mangy mutt…"
Wrong animal, Aimé. Oh well. The sentiment was still there. He squinted at the cat that was hissing at him on the floor, not afraid of her claws or her teeth. He would fight to protect his kitchen.
Sighing, he took a cloth from the sink and started to wipe down the counter, wrinkling his nose at the strands of hair that rested on the surface. Still, there was no point being angry at Max. This was a lesson learnt.
"… How have you been zen?"
Cream was not only offended that she had been shooed away, but that she had been ignred thereafter. Though, after these two began talking… she took this as a sign that she could scavenge in peace. Sauntering away, after having her hissy-fit (literally), she made her way to a stool.
Ah, yes. This would be better to use to gaze down at her subjects. Hopping up onto the stool in one swift movement, she carefully watched the humans nearby. They were evidently deep in discussion, and if she had a truly clear train of thought, she’d think, ‘Better not disturb them!’.
But Cream is a cat. And cats, as we know, tend to do as they please. What she pleased herself in doing, though, was sitting perfectly stil atop that stool, elegant and poised.
Maybe then she wouldn’t have a hat waved at her? Maybe. Or maybe it’d happen again. It was a gamble.
Max watched Aimé with a surveying gaze, happy to see his bad expression focused on the counter rather than them. They wanted to be his best friend here, not the kid who screwed up his kitchen. There was no way they would mess up the bond they'd formed. No way in hell.
"Sorry for your counters. I thought she would come down herself if I called her instead of risking her scratching me."
They'd started to address her in a feminine manner, glancing in her direction with a look of admiration. They couldn't help but let it slip, finding her to have that lady-like charm and beauty. They would stand corrected if they actually cared about the gender of a feline who in reality wouldn't give a single kitty shit what she was addressed as.
As the question came, they stepped in the direction of the calmed feline. Approaching her carefully, they gradually lowered their hands and slowly picked her up. When scratching did not immediately come, they ran their hands across her fur before turning back to Aimé.
"I'll get her out of here and then we can talk some more. I wanna ask how you are too, so it doesn't make sense to have something that stresses you out around here," they said, offering one of those rare smiles and holding Cream close. "I'll meet up with you here again, once I get a chance of clothes. I'm sure I have cat hair on me now and I don't want that in your kitchen."
They'd been meaning to get some more clothes, anyways. They wouldn't expect what was to come as they headed out of the kitchen, carrying the feline with them.
"Come by my dorm if you leave the kitchen before I'm back. I'll try to get her somewhere safe and return," they said, turning their head and giving a small wave. "Good luck, if you make something."
Time Flies When Your Friends Are Fucking Dead || Max || [RE: Everything]
Entering the kitchen, Aimé was unprepared for the horrific sight he was about to see. Never in his life had he seen such an offence to obvious kitchen regulations, and both his eyes and his mouth widened in utter disgust.
Quickly he grabbed his hat off of his head and waved it violently at the cat that was perched atop the counter. He seemed absolutely furious, both at the cat and Max who was clearly encouraging this unsanitary behaviour.
"SHOO! SHOO! Sortez immédiatement!"
He wasn’t very good with animals in the first place, and certainly not with an animal that got fur and fleas on his kitchen counters.
Good lord. She was being beckoned over as one would expect a cat to be beckoned, with noises and hand gestures. And she was just, just about to jump off the counter to greet this stranger when-
when she DID jump off the counter, avoiding any sort of contact with that hat or the villain behind it! Landing near the crouched stranger who had initially tried to grab her attention, she glared menacingly at the fiendish one, her back arched as a low, furious hiss escaped her. How DARE he! How dare anyone treat her with such utter disrespect! Once treated like a goddess on the shoulder of her pet… she was now being treated like… like common VERMIN!
This would not stand. To make a point of her disdain for this fiend and his evil hat, she continued her hissing.
The shout had taken Max by complete surprise, causing them to lurch in panic and jerk their head in the direction of Aimé. Stumbling to their feet, they easily understood his exclamation as their head cleared.
"Sorry!" They blurted out, recognizing his anger and stumbling into a standing position. Glancing down at the enraged feline, their eyes widened and they stepped back, hoping to avoid a scratch. "I just wanted to feed it, it was in here by itself," they explained.
Damn. Aimé looked as pissed as the cat. Max decided to be respectful, frowning and gripping the straps of their backpack. They glanced down worriedly to the feline, then back to Aimé, hoping they had a chance of avoiding his seething anger once she was gone.
"I didn't think to grab it and take it out," they said, staying away from the hissing, enraged feline. They expected the hat to come waving at them next. "Don't get scratched.. I'll pick it up if it calms down."
MONOBEAR THEATRE - DISCIPLINE IS OVERRATED
This had been the second time the students had now killed an innocent. Needlessly, without a say, the girl was dragged off to her own demise. Such a shame how she had never hurt a fly.
EXECUTION: COMMENCE
DISCIPLINE IS OVERRATED
The room is dark, only a thin spotlight shining down on the young animal trainer. Then, with a low hum, the room lights up a bit more, the spotlight widening into a bigger circle, revealing that the room is actually a circus ring, the seats, cloaked in shadow, empty. Shika stands in the middle of the circle, a training crop in her hand, alone. And then, a large beast stalks out from the shadows, a massive white tiger with blue eyes, somewhat resembling Kiba.
He approaches Shika, seeming innocent at first, but then, his eyes suddenly turn a glowing red, and he advances more aggressively, his lips drawn back in a snarl. Shika flinches, and lashes the crop in the tiger’s direction (though not making contact), but the beast seems unfazed. Shika is surprised; this has never happened before, and she immediately begins to panic.
She steals a glance over her shoulder, and sees more animals creeping from the shadows, their eyes a glowing red as well. There are dogs (one of which is a Shiba Inu), wolves, a lion, even a bear. They surround her, and Shika tries to back up but is unable to escape. Then, one of the wolves lunges forward with a feral snarl.
Shika dodges the canine’s attack, but as the wolf lands and turns on her once more, the white tiger leaps forward, claws outstretched and fangs bared, and rams into her, knocking her to the ground. She can’t even attempt to get up, as the other animals leap forward as well and she goes down in a mass of fangs and fur.
When the madness clears and the animals begin to return to the shadows, the only evidence that there was ever a person there is a small pool of blood and a broken trainer’s crop.
Shika Sayuri, SHSL Animal Trainer, has been executed.
Time Flies When Your Friends Are Fucking Dead || Max || [RE: Everything]
The kitty in question was occupied with finding other things to knock off the countertop until… oh my. Who was that? Her ears stood up as she watched this being approach. Part of her was indignant. Part of her was pleased to see that SOMEONE noticed her. I mean… she had such a beautiful coat, such shining eyes- how could someone not notice her? Ahoho.
But that was vain, and she had something to attend to. Someone, that is. Approaching. Nonthreatening, smelled okay… Well, that could very well be a good thing, but she had to make sure. So she took a few delicate steps forward, to meet this person, before taking a seat. Amber eyes narrowed to look at this individual she had… most likely seen before, right? Maybe?
Probably not. Eh.
That didn’t matter too much.
Watching the feline with an equally skeptical expression, raising their brows slightly. Huh, was this Toru's cat? They had met him once before, in a dash to try and save his life from bleeding out. Yet, he was gone now. Had it really mattered? Any scratches from the Monobear would have been nothing compared to his execution and... no. It hadn't been a lost effort. Max couldn't tell themself that.
They crouched down and held out their hand, hoping the cat would come close if they waited. Still, they didn't care much if the cat rejected them. Some cats were that way, after all. They didn't want to get scratched and die of an infection. They couldn't help but stare blankly, perfectly excited on the inside to be able to pet a cat but visually.. indifferent.
Then it broke a little and they smiled, rubbing their fingers together to draw more attention with some movement.
"Hey kitty. You have nice markings. Do you wanna come here? I'll get you some food."
They hoped she had been fed since the death of her owner. It would be a shame if nobody took care of her now that Toru was gone. What was her name? They hadn't caught onto it in the time that Toru was living.
Time Flies When Your Friends Are Fucking Dead || Max || [RE: Everything]
The perfect way to describe the time that was spent on the base was like having a permanent bad taste in your mouth. Whether you were wrapping up a trail or sitting in your room until the next motive came, it was that sour feeling in your gut. It was suffocating and vile, but no medicine or meditation could seem to ease it.
Max had felt that way for a while, straying from their classmates and keeping hidden in their dorm. Maybe that was why they had survived so long. Still, they felt lonely and restless throughout the coming motive and murder, trudging outside their dorm only when they were needed but left mostly to their own devices in the time after.
As the trial came, they had given their apologies to the victim but hadn’t found the energy to do much for her sake. Maybe that’s why it ended in a mistrial. Max couldn’t help but feel the complete guilt, their vote falling useless. If there had been a vote at all, it would have been for Haruka. What a sick trial.
They left it feeling uneasy and nauseous. What use were they giving? They were out of it. Max couldn’t help but feel like they weren’t the same person, their body shifting in the direction of their dorm rather than their fellow students. They knew they had to do something more.
They headed in the direction of the kitchen first, hoping to have a run-in with Aimé if given enough luck. They stepped inside through the cafeteria, blowing out a heavy sigh and glancing around for their friend. He didn’t seem to be present, but they couldn’t help but notice a peculiar cat wandering about the kitchen. Okay.
Meaningful shit could come later. Time to pet the kitty.
HARUKA ARISHIMA’S TRIAL IS NOW IN SESSION
Abnormal Days - That Design Is Out Of Style
"Eh— That’s enough waiting around and doing nothing, you bastards. Sheesh. You all must’ve not really cared about Haruka, huh? Oh, well. Consider this week’s murder a gift from me personally. One week off from suffering and despair! Who cared about an obnoxious designer, anyways? LAAAAAAME."
"Let’s get this wretched trial over with, shall we? Thinking about her gives me a migraine."
And so the wretched cycle repeats on and on with no signs of stopping in sight. You could only hope that you wouldn’t mess up this trial— And you could only hope it wasn’t you who was next.
Victim: Haruka Arishima Location of Body: Greenhouse Cause of Death: Exsanguination Time of Death: 6:13 AM
The victim is Haruka Arishima. The time of death was at around 6:13 AM. The body was found on the floor of the greenhouse. Haruka’s cause of death appears to be blood loss from wounds inflicted to her neck. Her expression appears slightly shocked. In addition to the blood there seems to be something marked out on the floor near Haruka’s hand, which also seems to have blood on it.
(Ab)Normal days - ¿Dónde Está El Pollo? [CHAPTER SEVEN MOTIVE]
"Eeeh— Listen up, ya maggots. Ay caramba."
"I got mucho bad news for you, and you better pull out your handkerchiefs to weep or your weapons to kill— your choice."
He cleared his throat and chuckled in amusement.
“We’ve run out of food supplies and water in the base. I’m sorry to tell you y’all are gonna have a rough time from now on. It seems like our stocks won’t be refilled until the next… two hundred years!”
"So how about this, you starve yourself for the next two hundred years… or you kill one of your little friends and everything is back in stocks! Like a magic trick! Cool cool trick! ¿Dónde está mi sombrero?”
"Anyway you heard me! The precious food won’t come serve your famished stomachs unless one of you is dead!"
"Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go eat this fresh red steak with my succulent French Fries. Barbecue sauce. Red pepper flakes included… Hasta la vista, amigos."
Running Ahead || Max || [RE: Trial, Motive, Honoka, Murder]
As the trial came, Max was more than relieved to collect their back-pack. They had last seen it slamming against the ground as they ran in the direction of Aimé, so their first instinct was to check the items inside. Of course, their attention gradually drifted from their prized possession to the happenings of the trial.
Everyone went far more smoothly than the Lukas trial, but Max was anything but relaxed watching a somewhat familiar face twisted in such a miserable expression. The execution left a sick feeling in their stomach, but they pushed it down. The bile was less fast to rise in their throat. They could handle this.
There wouldn’t be another motive this hard. Right?
Honoka’s punishment was anything but comforting. They were forced to contain their bubbling rage, fists tightening every now and then as the image of her bloody body came to mind. This would have to end, wouldn’t it? They continued on with their solo activities, finding food every now and then when they needed it. It was best to just keep to yourself every now and then. Especially when Max felt angry.
Max was severely wrong about the motive ordeal. The motive threw them off guard, and they couldn’t help but feel effected. Everyone was going to die this time, so someone had to do it. Someone, and a poor sacrifice, was going to save everyone. This was worse. Max had trouble keeping temptation out of their mind, but gradually moved in the direction of their dorm to keep to themself.
They could resist this one.
The murder was nothing close to a surprise. It was expected. Had they hoped for it? Of course they had, Aimé was alive, and so were they. Those were the only things they had to look after, wasn’t it? They arrived at the murder scene with a pitiful expression cast towards the body.
Like they had before, their head dipped in respect towards their fallen class-mate. Thank you for the sacrifice you’ve made for everyone. I just wish it wasn’t this way.
It was time to investigate.
carcer m (genitive carceris); third declension, ...prison, jail
You have been invited to attend Hope’s Peak Academy, the most prestigious academy in the world. Anyone who graduates from this school is guaranteed to be successful in life, and only the most talented students will be permitted entry. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, a one-way ticket to everlasting luxury and comfort…
You wake up in darkness. It’s cold and you can feel a breeze chilling you. Your surroundings smell musty and dank, and less like the city you had traveled to earlier. When you open your eyes, you see a world so familiar, and yet… so changed.
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