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To Carry the Flame. 13x19 inches. Ink and digital.
Kimi Peri
CELESTIAL NOISE INCOMING
[The Arrival is at hand.]
[The Choir is Singing.]
[The Nowhere ECHOES with the Song.]
[Are you prepared?]
[Open: Applications on Sunday the 4th at 11:59 CST?]
[Y/N]
[....]
[Selection: Yes]
[Dispatching Information Packets: "Invitation to Alchemilla Observatory"]
[Please Stand By]
Ill Omens [A Playlist for Yoshito Akagawa] [-Youtube Link-] Bad Reputation (Adelitas Way) I got it bad, bad, bad Don't tell me what I should do or say Cause I want to do it my own way I don't give a fuck what you think, what you say I got a bad reputation I got it bad, bad, bad I got a bad repu...
I’ve been working on a playlist for him all game, and finally it is here! The doc has little lyric previews, as well as links to each individual song. Or, if you so desire, there is a youtube playlist link at the top for your listening pleasure!!
1. Bad Reputation - Adelitas Way / 2. Bad at Being Human - Wednesday 13 / 3. The Promise - Krypteria / 4. You’re Gonna Go Far, Kit - The Offspring / 5. Kiss the Ring - My Chemical Romance / 6. Trashed and Scattered / Avenged Sevenfold / 7. Mummy Dust - Ghost, B.C. / 8. Control - Halsey / 9. F.U.T. - Lucid Dementia / 10. Of Kali Ma Calibre - Diablo Swing Orchestra / 11. Master Passion Greed - Nightwish / 12. God Hates Us - Avenged Sevenfold / 13. House of Wolves - My Chemical Romance / 14. I’m Not an Angel - Haelstorm / 15. Fake - Korn / 16. The Body Lies - Johnny Hollow / 17. River Bones - Tyrant / 18. Demons - Avenged Sevenfold / 19. W3 - Lucid Dementia / 20. The Man Who Sold the World - Nirvana / 21. Liar Liar (Burn in Hell) - The Used / 22. Justice for Saint Mary - Diablo Swing Orchestra
And When We Go Don't Blame Us | ??? | Epilogue
A terrorist attack, that’s what the news had said. A terrorist attack claiming the lives of 15 of the students and the teacher of Hope’s Peak class trip. No names were released, but the surviving students were coming back…
There was a crowd of people around the airport, waiting. The media huddled around the doors, held back by tape and security. There was also a press of family, friends, and morbidly curious bystanders, craning to get a peek at the survivors.
A woman pushed her way to the front of the surrounding crowd, to the caution tape, standing on her toes and moving side to side, her eyes roving from face to face. She was young, probably in her mid thirties, with dark, straight hair. Something about some of her mannerisms seemed mildly familiar, but it was hard to place…. People had much more on their minds, after all. She was pretty, or she would be on a normal day. She didn’t look like she had slept well since the trip went awry, dark circles under her eyes.
“Please! Please, tell me!” She called over the crowd. She reached across the tape and grasped the shirt of one boy as he walked by. Robin, she knew him from all the times she had pored over the list of students on the trip. “Is this… everyone?” She sounded afraid, but hopeful.
Whoever she was looking for, they weren’t here yet.
“My son - Do you know him? Yoshito! Akagawa Yoshito, that’s his name, please tell me, do you know him?” The woman bit her lip, her brows knitting. “Is he alright? Did he….?"
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t need to wait for an answer. Five, that’s all who survived… only five. And she had just counted them.
"What happened? Please, I have to know…. did he suffer?” Her voice broke, and the hand grasping Robin’s sleeve trembled.
“My poor Yoshito….” A tear slid out of her eye, and she wiped it away quickly. It takes her a moment to say anything else, and when she does, her voice is soft. “I just wanted him to be happy. More than anything, I…. I hope he knew… I loved him."
The Beginning In The End | Ramiel | Epilouge
The angel floats before you, its screens changing from eyes to… a flow of beautiful images. Flowers and windmills and children laughing. Smiling and happiness. Things meant to fill the heart and lift it.
“Fear not, but do not worship us, for we are an angel of the LORD. We are Ramiel, the Angel of Hope. We have been keeping the souls of your fellows from the hands of the Demons… and shall see that those beloved children who passed are given a happy birth.” It holds out its hands to you, those who survived. A dozen limbs or more, almost offering a hug… you can heart its heart. A roaring engine that pushes smokless flame out of its mighty wings of steel.
“O beloved children, the LORD has allowed us to feel pride in you. You have been so strong and suffered so much. We are allowed to wish that this had not passed. But man is allowed to chose their own fate in the world, and some choose the path of the wicked and treat with the enemy.”
Its screens flicker and go staticky for a momment, the images upon them becoming staring eyes and dancing flames
“We have come unto you, to say this. That your Choice is as an act of the Divine. Let not despair seep into your heart, beloved children, and you shall see a world better than the world you saw yesterday.”
And then it is gone.
And you stand where it all began. In the great hall of the Castle. The sound of sirens and shouting. Policemen beat down the doors with a battering ram. They enter, they clear the castle.
They take you all to the city. They interview, they question
They dismiss stories of angels and demons and blood sacrifices. They call it A terrorist attack. They let you go home…
[ Akemi Saito, Akiko Yukimura, Lorena Tachibana, Ryouta Himura, and Robin Statlender have SURVIVED]
[End Survival Despair- Scenario: Per Aspera Ad Inferi]
[Ending Achieved- Exilium]
You are here to stay and burn with me | We are tied as one eternally | Mastermind Execution
Ten ten thousand talons reach through all the dark corners of this trial-room. Silliamas hangs in the air, his limbs disappearing into infinity as they writhe like snakes. And they reappear, reaching for your soft soft flesh.
“I don’t care if you guessed right you wretched brats… This game is over! That one keeps his wish… and you all die! I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed~! Zaaaaaaaazaaazaaaza!”
Omen’s eyes widen, and he stares at Silliamas for a moment… then he grins. “That’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about.” His tense posture relaxes somewhat, though his hands stay clenched into fists, and he steps back. Away from his podium. Away from the others. Away from the pit that they’re all about to be thrown to.
The talons reach with murderous intent, the sky flashes with lightning and the thunder sounds over the screaming of damned souls
AND THEN THERE IS LIGHT AND THE ROAR OF AN ENGINE AND THE BLESSED TRUMPET
The sky freezes, as if someone just pressed… pause. And then it shatters like glass. Falling away in a million pieces, it shows a beautiful light that hums with a divine engine… And from the Light descends an angel.
With five screens for faces and eight gentle limbs, it descends. From its back, exhaust ports vent divine fire into a great halo around it. “FEAR US, O ENEMY, WE HAVE COME”
And in its hands, forms a blade of fire.
Silliamas screams bloody murder as his arms rush to attack the angel, to destroy it, only to be lopped off in swings of the divine blade and fall uselessly to the ground.
“YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, YOU SHIT! YOU WORTHLESS IDIOT THING!”
As the sky had shattered, so too shatters the confidence that had been on Omen’s face. “What the fuck is this? Silliamas!” An edge of panic is in his voice, confusion…and, if you listen closely, you may catch a glimmer of genuine fear.
“FEAR US, WE ARE COME, FOR WE ARE THE THUNDER OF GOD!”
The blade of fire swings through the air, limbs falling away from Silliamas’ bulk. How the demon screams, throwing podiums at the angel. Its eight limbs move in tandem and its screens show eyes that stare through the demon.
The angel is winning, pushing Silliamas back to the Pit…
“BEGONE, O ENEMY! TROUBLE THE BELOVED CHILDREN NO MORE!”
And So the demon is driven into the Pit…
“I’m not going alone!”
The talons reach.
And Omen is grabbed, claws digging into soft flesh to drag him down.
He cries out in pain as his skin gives way, Silliamas’ talons gripping him, clutching him, yanking him between his and Lorena’s podium… Omen tries to grab onto something, anything, and succeeds in closing his hands around the podium, for several seconds.
“Wait! Wait, no, this wasn’t part of the deal!” Omen sounds desperate. For the first time, he is really panicking and actually afraid. “Let go!”
Despite his efforts, his grip gives way to the pull of the claws hooked into him, and he falls roughly to the ground. Pain shoots through his knees and hands, but before it can register he’s immediately dragged backwards. He tries to grab something, anything, grasping at the ground as he’s pulled towards the pit. There is no handhold; all he has to show for his efforts are bloody scrapes as he desperately reaches for anything to slow the inevitable.
At least, until he reaches the pit itself.
Omen clutches the edge of the hole, fighting with all of his might to hang on to this last solid connection to this world. The talons in his flesh are tearing into him, weighing him down, pulling him. Screams of the damned rise up around him, and his expression is a mask of utter terror.
The weight of his sins is a load to bear.
“P-please, I..!” He cuts off as his grip starts to give… and his eye rests on the angel. A moment of hesitation passes, but then Omen reaches up with one hand, reaching towards it, wordlessly begging for his soul. And the angel surges forward, fire divine venting from its backs as its heart hums and sings, a glorious engine driving it. It loves him, for he is human. It cannnot do anything but love him. A half-dozen hands reach for his.
Put your hands up and reach for the sky
He grits his teeth against the pain and the weight pulling him down.
Cry for absolution.
Time seems to stand still. Ramiel’s outstretched hand, offer of Salvation, is right there, right there…
Omen’s fingertips brush across his Chance, but his hand closes on air as another clawed hand reaches up behind him, grasping him around the throat and pulling. Silliamas yanks him from Ramiel. His eyes widen as he realizes that he’s failed, and…
He loses his grip, dragged down. Down… down… A terrified and anguished scream escapes him as he falls into Hell itself, as penance for his sins.
The demons gained one soul.
[Yoshito Akagawa has been sent to Hell.]
I am the possessée of avarice | Omen / Yoshito | Trial Reaction
[cw: eye trauma, body horror]
Yoshito stood there, his hands balled tightly into fists, waiting for the results, waiting to see Lorena dragged-
No.
[🎵🎵🎵]
“…No! That wasn’t fucking supposed to happen!” He shouted at Siliamas, gripping his podium tightly. “You fucking son of a bitch, why did you even…!"
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This fucking thing, this entire fucking thing… Silliamas wouldn’t just throw it all away though, right? That would be stupid as hell, there was no way…. Yoshito’s chest heaved as he breathed heavily. His knuckles were white from how tightly he held to the podium, and his hands shook. Not with fear, but with anger.
A frustrated sound escaped his throat, and he swallowed, trying to get a grip on his anger…. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the gnawing, scratching feeling, the pain in his head. Releasing the podium, he clasped and unclasped his hands repeatedly. Exhaled.
”… Yeah. I fucking lied. I sold every last fucking one of you to that piece of shit, and I’d do it again.“
He reached up, running his hand through his hair and exhaling. But that showed….
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His normally gray iris glistened the color of blood…. two irises were in his left socket, while the right…
Where the right eye should have been was a hole, a hole filled with a mouth of row after row of teeth. Endless, hungering, sight never satisfied.
PRIDE UNTAMED.
ENVY UNSATISFIED.
GLUTTONY UNQUENCHABLE.
MASTER PASSION GREED, AVARICE UNENDING…. SING THE GOSPEL, THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL.
The mark of Mammon was upon him.
Yoshito let his hair fall back into place, hooking his finger on the bandana and pulling it down to rest around his neck. He had nothing to hide anymore, not now.
"But… you know what?” Yoshito’s lips pulled into a smirk, a dark grin. “You’re all no fucking better than me. You just ignored a fucking confession to kill someone who didn’t admit to shit, you realize that?”
He let his words hang in the air.
“You think you need it to survive? Maybe, fucking maybe, but that doesn’t matter. You’ve all succumbed to the spirit of the Wendigo now, it’s just a matter of time before you’re fucking monsters too, just like me! So do it! I dare you!” “Fucking kill me and get it over with, and know that you’re just as guilty as me. I never murdered anyone.” He clenched his fists again. “Do it. I dare you.”
[Art courtesy of Ghost!]
What do you mean this isn’t what happened.
(sorry not everyone is included I did them from memory)
Friendly reminder that this happened.
The Drug That Give the Wretched Meaning | Vote Tally
And there is a crash of thunder that roars over all the sounds of a chaotic trial. And Silliamas speaks now, his arms splitting into dozens, into hundred, into thousands, into ten-thousands, into ten-ten-thousand limbs. His body swells like bloodied tick to colossal sizes.
“We’re done, children, the votes are in…”
Above, the horrid green light flares Below, the Hungry Chains rattle and scream
“You have voted correctly… Yoshito Akagawa the SHSL Hoaxer is the one who entered into a Pact with me… He sold your souls for wealth. For coins. For jems. For enough money to buy the world…”
Silliamas’ mouth opens, his eye-studded tongue lollling forth and glaring about with hate and… desperation?
“My game… you’re ruining it you fucking shit kids….zuuuuuuu”
Why the fuck you lying Mmmm Oh my god, stop fucking lying | Omen | MM Trial | RE: Robin
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“…!” Omen stiffened, what little of his face was visible blanching considerably. “I… you…!” He took a small step back, not able to rip his eye away from the paper.
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“Bullshit! That’s fucking bullshit! I never said any of that!” Omen raised his voice, shouting at Robin. This time, though, instead of simply sounding angry, there was almost a hint of panic to his tone. “That’s just a damned article I cut out because I thought it was interesting, it’s got nothing to do with me!”
He looked around the circle of students. “I never fucking claimed that shit, never freaked the fuck out, you can’t prove a god damned thing!“
This Excursion of Possibilities | Omen | MM Trial | RE: Ryouta, Akemi, everyone tbh
“You too now?” Omen frowned deeply behind his bandana, crossing his arms and giving a dark look to Tsukiko. He glared at her. He glared at Silliamas. He glared at Ryouta.
What was his name…? “Fine, fucking fine.” Omen gritted his teeth, but seemed almost hesitant. "You think you know so much? I’ll tell you my damn name: Shinjiro Yokohama. Where the fuck does that fit into ‘YA’? I’m listening.“ He tightened his grip on his upper arms, his gaze resting on Robin.
”…“ He finally breaks away, looking at Akemi. "Yeah, I fuckin’ hated her, she hated me. But we talked a couple times after our upstanding moral citizen here,” he jerked a thumb towards Ryouta, “Made his 'tragic mistake’ of murdering three people and then standing by while someone unrelated took his death. I’m not saying I fucking want Lorena to die, but better her than me. What would you rather have, five corpses or one?” The challenging edge is painfully clear in Omen’s voice.
Secular Haze | Omen | MM Trial | RE: Robin, Akemi, Ryouta
Omen looked at the paper he was handed, but didn’t say a word. His expression was unreadable, but his posture was tense… Until he balled up the paper and shoved it into his pocket. He didn’t say a word to Robin in response, though.
Akemi, Ryouta… more people chimed in. Omen shot a dark glare to Ryouta. “Oh, you don’t wanna damn people to hell? You didn’t give a fuck about sending Vera and Ren there. Or that fucker Folland. Or Aizawa. You suddenly got a conscience now?"
"Maybe I didn't know them before this, but you could all fucking say the same thing. Don’t just single me out. After all, you’re a goddamned murderer. Four people died directly because of you, you don’t have a right to say jack shit." Omen clenched his fists, taking a breath. "Anyways, that bullshit you’re spewing doesn’t even add up. Why the fuck would you accuse me of having a fake talent right before you incriminate me based on something that a cryptozoologist would know?"
He made a disgusted sound in his throat, then crossed his arms. "Kappa are common in Japanese culture. So you’re saying suddenly I am the only one capable of able of having a picture of a fucking mythological creature in the culture most of us here belong to?” Omen shook his head. “And the ‘YA’ or 'Ya’ or what the fuck ever, what the hell does that have to do with me? What proof do you even have that those are initials?"
Omen scanned the room. "Basically, you’ve got jack shit on anyone but her,” he nodded towards Lorena, “but you just wanna fucking pin it on me because I’m an asshole. Even I’m not fucking cruel enough to just stand here and draw it out after she gave a damn confession. Just get it the hell over with.”
Even for the Least of these | Omen | MM Trial, RE: Lorena
Omen stiffened when Lorena started to speak, eyeing her suspiciously when - Oh. Oh.
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He stood there, totally taken by surprise. Was she…? He stayed frozen in his spot, not moving, just staring at her as she continued. And continued. And…
Lorena’s gaze moved across each of them, stopping on him at the end. He stared into her teary eyes, his expression completely covered.
“… Well.” Omen said, his voice low. “… That’s… A fucking confession, alright.” He broke from her gaze, looking away, but then he took a step towards her and put his hand - just barely - on her shoulder. “Let’s just get this over with and not fucking drag it out.” He doesn’t look at her as he speaks.
This oasis is a poisoned well | Omen | MM Trial | RE: Lorena, Robin
Omen clenched his fists. The windowed room…? He hadn’t found much there, but if Robin was saying that that room was where the evidence was… He exhaled, then spoke up. “I burn a shit ton of incense, Reserve, you can’t fucking accused me based on that. A lot of people in the world burn god damned incense!"
He fell silent, though, at Lorena’s defense. Part of him was surprised that she felt like defending him, but… apparently their heart-to-heart had gotten them somewhere. He’d brought up the statue argument to Robin, but knew how that was going to get shot down…
Oh.
A good person? Omen glanced over at Lorena, then looked away. People didn’t use those words to describe him, it felt… weird.
He swallowed, but didn’t say anything, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor. This did get Vera killed, and Ren, too. ”… She’s right. Why the hell would I do anything to get them killed?“
Omen opened his mouth, ready to say more, when Robin brought more forward. He brought… It was hard to tell with his face covered, but the color drained out of Omen’s face and he tensed up. ”… Are you really going there, Statlender? You’re bringing that, of all things, up to try and fucking get me killed here?“ Omen sounded angry and almost… hurt that Robin would mention that to everyone. "Callin’ me a good person and shit, when we all know that ain’t true, just to fucking stab me in the back?”
“Is that why you accused Ren, Statlender? Is it? You just wanted to get me to lower my guard and actually trust you with shit, so you could fucking turn this god damned hell on me?” Omen gripped his podium tightly, his voice starting to raise. “I can’t believe I fucking told you a god damned word, I thought you-” He cut himself off, shaking his head.
Are you Shitting Me | Omen | MM Trial | RE: Akemi, Robin
Omen looked over to Akemi as she talked about what she’d found. The book and - oh god damn it. That picture again, and then she actually said it.
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“… Are you shitting me? You’re fucking accusing me of this shit, just because of that?” He sounded more than a little offended. "Look.“ He crossed his arms across his chest. "The only fucking skulls I had were in the box of Ren’s shit that he paid me to hold. You can ask Reserve if you don’t believe me. ‘Sides, I already explained to Yukimura what I thought the bakeneko meant, and I’m the one that showed it to Lorena. If it really implicated me as much as you think, why the fuck would I go outta my way to show it to people?"
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He gave Robin a questioning look (that was completely wasted due to the fact that his face was covered but hey, it’s the thought that counts) as his roommate started to go on in a weird way. ”… The hell are you getting at? You got a better theory than that since we talked?“