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#so very accurate #takumi art #the real masterpiece

an accurate chapter 4 trial summary

#painting #chapter 3 #THANKS TAKUMI

Hot Damn | Takumi | Re: SJB

What? SJB took off their mask to reveal… a hot girl.

“Gorgeous, sweetheart. Work it!”

Thank you, Takumi, for contributing absolutely nothing.

aidoruroku

he has reproduced.

#takumi art #face it this is art

dON’T LET HIM REPRODUCE

#takumi art #ooc #majestic

the fever was serious business

Oh Hell No | Takumi | Re: Motive ATTN: Daisy

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Daisy cringed upon being grabbed, but her expression quickly smoothed out into a blank, uncaring stare.

“Hm… I guess you didn’t see, then. It happened, though. If you want to kill me, go ahead. I don’t care anymore. My whole purpose is gone because of her, so it doesn’t matter if I die. I failed.”

Closing her eyes, Daisy seemed to be welcoming the possibility of death right now. In fact, she even cracked open one eye to stare questioningly at Takumi- ‘come on, hurry it up’.

#painting #daisy #chapter 3 #tw: threats #tw: violence mention

“I’m not going to kill you. Don’t be ridiculous.”

He released her, and stood to leave her on the ground.

“But if you do hurt Yuzuki again, I will come back. And I will make you wish you were dead even more.”

Yikes.

Cause I'm a blonde! B-L-I-N-D! | Takumi | ATTN: Iwao

Iwao picks up his glass and delicately bops it against Takumi’s. He’s not sure what to expect, but why not just jump right in? Iwao takes a swig of his drink without hesitation.

“Hmm…”

“Hmmmmm…”

He let out a small giggle.

“Oh man, this tastes familiar! Can’t say I got this kinda head rush since my I had awamori with my Grandma. Nice!”

He takes another sip, handling this surprisingly well.

#iwao #painting #chapter 3 #alcohol

What, he liked it? Okay. Nice taste for a kid.

“Glad you like it. Now don’t waste it. I’m saving this for special occasions but quite frankly, I could use a drink after the past few deaths. This is too much.”

He takes a long sip, finishing half the cup.

“You know, you seem pretty cool Iwao. I like you. I’m surprised I haven’t talked to you so far.”

He sat down on his bed and crossed a leg, leaning back against the wall like a Cool Dude.

Oh Hell No | Takumi | Re: Motive ATTN: Daisy

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Daisy groans upon hitting the ground, and another crack can be heard- this time from around her pelvis. She grimaces, but her eyes soften as they look up at Takumi from the floor.

“Ow… She endangered two innocent lives because she had to be the hero. Two people may very well be dying alone and with nobody they know around them because of her. Is that… Ow… What you wanted?”

#painting #daisy #chapter 3 #tw: strangulation

No, that wasn’t. Sorry Daisy. He glared at her, and knelt to grab her neck. This wasn’t tight, but enough to be menacing.

“Yuzuki did no such thing. How dare you accuse her of such atrocities. She is the kindest woman I know.”

Besides his mother. But let’s not get into that.

Cause I'm a blonde! B-L-I-N-D! | Takumi | ATTN: Iwao

He catches the juice boxes, and takes pause.

“You know… I’ve got something a bit stronger than this. And way better. I’d be happy to share some with you.”

He drinks a second juice box, and leans on the edge of the table trying to look cool and smooth. Wow, Takumi. Wow.

“Stronger?”

What would strong juice be? Juice can’t work out so… Maybe it’s got vitamins in it? Well, whatever, Iwao’s not about to turn down his offer.

“Uh, yeah sure! Hit me up, man!”

#painting #iwao #tw: alcohol #iwao you don't know what you got into

Takumi smirks. Finally, a drinking buddy.

“Come with me.”

He leads Iwao to the kitchen to get two small cups, and went to his room where the good stuff was stored. He used his desk as a counter, and poured two glasses to hand one to Iwao.

“This year’s wine is one of the finest available. I don’t know how Yuzuki got it, but I can’t say I’m displeased. Normally I would have this in a nicer glass. Make it out of here and we can get really drunk. Here you go. Cheers!”

He holds his cup out to clink with him. How classy.

Oh Hell No | Takumi | Re: Motive ATTN: Daisy

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The first thing Takumi probably notices about the box office is the smell. Inside smells absolutely revolting, just like vomit. Daisy doesn’t look affected, but she also looks terrible. Her face is washed out, making her look older, and she looks thinner. Her eyes, sporting heavy bags, glance casually up to Takumi.

“… If you want to hit me, just say so. I’ll come out so you can.”

This was quite the change from the hysterical young woman that was seen back in the projection room.

#painting #daisy #rip #chapter 3

Takumi doesn’t really care about the smell. He’s smelled worse, since cancer treatment could do that to his mother, but he didn’t move.

“I didn’t come here to hit you. I came here to figure out what the hell you did to my girlfriend. You’ve already punched her, did you try to kill her? Why the hell did you try to kill her?”

He grabs Daisy’s arm, and throws her on the ground. Yikes. Daisy really struck a nerve there, didn’t she?

Cause I'm a blonde! B-L-I-N-D! | Takumi | ATTN: Iwao

“Sure, why not just take two if you’re so thirsty? I got plenty to share.”

Iwao picks up two of the juice boxes and tosses them his direction- he can probably catch them both. I mean, he’s got two hands; mathematically, it makes sense.

#painting #iwao #chapter 3

He catches the juice boxes, and takes pause.

“You know... I’ve got something a bit stronger than this. And way better. I’d be happy to share some with you.”

He drinks a second juice box, and leans on the edge of the table trying to look cool and smooth. Wow, Takumi. Wow.

Cause I'm a blonde! B-L-I-N-D! | Takumi | ATTN: Iwao

“Takumi Oshiro? I dunno, Whats-yer-face-san has a nice ring to it, you know?“

Takumi’s flexible comment goes completely over Iwao’s head.

“Heh, well, nice meeting ya Oshiro-san, name’s Iwao Wakahisai! You can call me whatever ‘other things’ you’ve got- I ain’t one to turn down a good nickname.”

“Iwao is simply a lovely name. I might stick with it. Or sweetheart. One of the two.”

He cracks open that juice box and finishes it in one small chugging session. Just to remind you how he’s a big boy now.

“Toss me another?”

#painting #iwao

Cause I'm a blonde! B-L-I-N-D! | Takumi | ATTN: Iwao

Iwao was shocked by Takumi’s reaction. Normally people, you know, correct him when he messes things up.

“Hey hey, if that’s whatcha want. I’ve gotta say, I’ve never been called ‘sweetheart’ before, but I’ll roll with it, ‘What’s-yer-face-san’.”

He picks up one of the boxes and tosses it carefully towards Takumi. Then again, wouldn’t really matter if it spilled since he’s got that apron on.

“Well do you want me to correct you? I can if you like. And I can call you other things. Take your pick. Takumi Oshiro is a very flexible man, in more ways than one.”

Takumi no.

#painting #iwao

Cause I'm a blonde! B-L-I-N-D! | Takumi | ATTN: Iwao

The blond with the much messier locks was already in the room, chilling in the corner surrounded by juice boxes. It looks like he’s hoarded them all around him.

“Sweetheart. . ?”

He looks up and sees the the tall person entering the room. They haven’t met, have they?

“Hey there, uh, what-yer-face-san. I’m just chillin’.”

Takumi couldn’t help but laugh at his nickname.

“I’ve been called a lot of things, sweetheart, but never that. I like it. Toss me one of those juiceboxes?”

Well aren’t you feeling like Captain Smooth, Takumi? He really isn’t.

#painting #iwao

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Moral Dilemma | SJB + Takumi + Ryou | Chapter 3 Thread 1

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Ryou wasn’t too busy, and was basically using this day to explore. But instead of finding any sort of way out or hint to the state of their stay, he found his boyfriend Takumi eating in the diner. He entered, hovering near the wall. The reason, one asks? Because there seemed to be a white and blue superhero talking to the forger.

Ah, yes… An Art Forger. Ryou decides that he will not make himself known just yet, instead, following the wall to a single booth and watching from slightly hidden underneath the table. Anyone who does notice him will see a slightly awkward position he found himself in.

They weren’t going to correct Takumi on their name just yet. While they were angered over Takumi, SJB wasn’t that much of an asshole to be petty over things. Was this petty? No, the hero didn’t believe it was bad at all. This man had lied to them and who knows what else he was planning?

“I read the roster during the trial, so I know that you lied to me about your talent. I know you’re a criminal, Art Forger, and I must bring you to justice by any means necessary so that the others are safe from you!”

SJB slammed their right palm directly onto the table, leaving their other hand free but clenched up into a fist. The single, black eye of the mask was focused on Takumi. Were they upset? Anger was obvious in their words, but it was mixed with something else. The costumed giant was too focused on their emotions and their duty to even notice Ryou had entered.

Takumi couldn’t help but start laughing. So his little charade was up. Well... he could still spin it.

“You’re a real trip, you know? You can’t do anything to me here. If the cops can’t get us for murder, they certainly can’t get me for forgery. I didn’t really lie, because I clearly am a painter, but I just like to copy other people’s works and get more money from it. I can’t really do that here though, and I’m not planning on killing anyone, so really, I’m completely harmless.”

He did, however, notice Ryou, and snuck in a wink at the orator. SJB was being a bit of a drama queen, but it was nothing that Takumi Oshiro couldn’t talk himself out of.

#painting #sjb #ryou

Moral Dilemma | SJB + Takumi + Ryou | Chapter 3 Thread 1

Trial was done. A day went by. It was the second day now and SJB still felt like some loose ends hadn’t been tied up yet. Things felt a little more empty with five people already dead. This game was cruel and had hurt them more than once, but now wasn’t a time for inner pain to manifest itself once again. Earlier, in that trial, the hero had finally gotten the sense to examine the roster.

That first day? The hero wasn’t feeling ready. Now though, on the second day, they were ready. One particular problem had to be confronted. SJB wasn’t calm about it and they weren’t even happy about it either. A single question rested in their mind.

(Where is he? Where is Takumi Oshiro?)

A tall, costumed person was searching around the cinema, trying to find him. Theater, arcade, film storage…nothing at first. Only when SJB had entered the diner did they find Takumi. He was just…sitting there, eating something.

“Oshiro-kun, have you got a minute?”

They spoke while approaching the Art Forger, serious words coming out of their mask.