A mind is a terrible thing to waste

Victor Bamford, Super High School Level Inventor. {Currently associated with Faultering Floors}

[virtualdistress-blog-blog]

"It’s a beautiful dance. Of war, of battle… of death.”

Two blades crashing in the wind- A shouted spell, a muffled cry; A last chance thought to save the world;

But the question is—

Virtual Distress is a upcoming OC group based on the murder-mystery series Dangan Ronpa. Virtual Distress contains many twists however, the foremost being that we are bringing in elements of many JRPG and fantasy RPG favorites like Final Fantasy and Sword Art Online into the game. Explore new worlds, defeat the big bosses, explore dungeons and more! Win achievements for fighting, cooking and mastering your skills! Join the rp that will be the closest DR crossover to an actuall JRPG video game. With twists at every turn, will you be able to go back to reality? Or will you die in this virtual hell? For more information, or any questions, please check out our rules, the application, and some of our other tags! For remember, without your blade, you surely will die! Applications are open until the 18th of August! 

The battle for your survival begins soon. Are you ready to face it?

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[virtualdistress-blog-blog]

"It’s a beautiful dance. Of war, of battle… of death.”

Two blades crashing in the wind- A shouted spell, a muffled cry; A last chance thought to save the world;

But the question is—

Virtual Distress is a upcoming OC group based on the murder-mystery series Dangan Ronpa. Virtual Distress contains many twists however, the foremost being that we are bringing in elements of many JRPG and fantasy RPG favorites like Final Fantasy and Sword Art Online into the game. Explore new worlds, defeat the big bosses, explore dungeons and more! Win achievements for fighting, cooking and mastering your skills! Join the rp that will be the closest DR crossover to an actuall JRPG video game. With twists at every turn, will you be able to go back to reality? Or will you die in this virtual hell? For more information, or any questions, please check out our rules, the application, and some of our other tags! For remember, without your blade, you surely will die! Applications are open until the 18th of August! 

The battle for your survival begins soon. Are you ready to face it?

{ About | FAQ | Announcement | Rules | Ask | Application }

[virtualdistress-blog-blog]

"It’s a beautiful dance. Of war, of battle… of death.”

Two blades crashing in the wind- A shouted spell, a muffled cry; A last chance thought to save the world;

But the question is—

Virtual Distress is a upcoming OC group based on the murder-mystery series Dangan Ronpa. Virtual Distress contains many twists however, the foremost being that we are bringing in elements of many JRPG and fantasy RPG favorites like Final Fantasy and Sword Art Online into the game. Explore new worlds, defeat the big bosses, explore dungeons and more! Win achievements for fighting, cooking and mastering your skills! Join the rp that will be the closest DR crossover to an actuall JRPG video game. With twists at every turn, will you be able to go back to reality? Or will you die in this virtual hell? For more information, or any questions, please check out our rules, the application, and some of our other tags! For remember, without your blade, you surely will die! Applications are open until the 18th of August! 

The battle for your survival begins soon. Are you ready to face it?

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[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days - Eri Moto

[superhighschoollevelmedic-blog]

Claude walked with Eri on his arm and Victor behind him to the kitchen before walking over to the counter and grabbing the tea and the kettle.

"What type of tea would you both like?"

He asked while filling the kettle with water and placing it on a near by stove. He then walked over to the cupboard and opened the doors, revealing a large supply of different types of tea. Claude reached in and took a tea bag for himself before turning to the others for their answer.

"If you don’t like tea, that’s fine. I know there is instant coffee and hot chocolate mix in these cupboards too…"

[shsl-advicecolumnist]

Eri fidgeted as she kept a distance away from Victor, but still trying not to be in Claudes way. Did the inventor really make her that nervous? Casting her gaze the tile floor, the pink eyed girl gently tugged a the hem of her skirt obviously still uneasy. Well, at least she wasn’t visibly shaking anymore. Glancing up at the Medic, she spoke softly. 

"Um… Jasmine tea, please…" 

She spoke for herself in a small amount of words then went quiet again as she looked to back to the floor. Honestly the advice columnist just wanted to help Victor then retreat to her room or somewhere away from him. Even if they helped him with his problem, she was still going to be terrified of him after what went on.  

[shslinventor]

Victor was a little perplexed at was going on at first upon entering the kitchen. What was going on? Was this some sort of conference of sorts? Whatever the case, Victor would ask nothing for now. Likely, Claude knew what he was doing, right? It was again: Hell of a lot better than what he was doing to himself. On his own, he was simply making himself deteriorate in this place. He could feel it with each day passing.  

"If there are any bags of green tea left, that would be lovely, thanks."

Victor shifted nervously as he found a seat near a table. He gave them both a nervous gaze before moving his hands in his lap. Why would they have him so close by? He was a danger, a deterrent. He was nothing more than trouble.  ...And yet, Eri went ahead and grabbed Claude to help him. 

"...I want to apologize again for earlier. It's like I said, honest. I wasn't myself, and so."  But Victor couldn't stand looking either person in the eye anymore. 

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days - Eri Moto

[superhighschoollevelmedic-blog]

  Claude frowned still and hesitated before leading Eri into his room and grabbing his medical bag.

"We can talk, but it won’t be here… It will be in an open area where we have witnesses… If anything funny goes down, I want to be sure Madame Eri has someone she can go to for safety…"

Claude stated as he walked back over to the door with Eri again, now offering her his arm on the OPPOSITE side of Victor.

"Now… I suggest the kitchen… Perhaps some tea will help to clear everyone’s head…"

[shsl-advicecolumnist]

Eri simply nodded her head at Claude’s words of going to the kitchen. A more open area, more people. Yeah, that sounded much better then talking to the sketchy boy alone. Taking hold of Claude’s arm when offered. Holding onto the medic’s arm a tad too tightly the small girl gave another nod, still voiding looking at Victor. Did she really believe him? Could she believe him? She didn’t know, his situation and words just seemed unbelievable. A second personality… She’d read about them but… She didn’t really believe that they were real. And with their situation, he could easily be lying. Perhaps she was getting cynical of those around her now. 

"Y-yeah, let’s go to the ktichen… We can talk more there…." 

[shslinventor]

Victor nodded simply at the two. Yes, this would probably be for the best. If an audience would help him, then that was fine by him. After all, they were trying to help him, right? While he would have been fine with dying right here and there, perhaps they had a better plan in mind? Since he had a medical bag, Victor assumed that the boy knew what he was going to do to Victor. Well, he knew better than Victor anyway. 

"Alright then. That seems more than fair. ...T-thank you, mister..."

Still awfully as polite as he could be, Victor followed Claude to the next destination. What was he going to do to him? Would he open up his skull to find out what made him tick? Did he have psychological tests he could run? How exactly would he be able to help Victor? Or was he beyond help in the first place? Was there just no hope for him after all?  ...At least they were trying. 

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days - Eri Moto

[superhighschoollevelmedic-blog]

Claude sighed slightly and stood up from his bag when someone knocked on his door… It was probably Akina again… Wonderful… Claude walked over to the door and cracked it open, relieved that it was actually Eri.

"Oh Madame Eri, I’m glad you’re o-"

Claude opened the door more and STOPPED mid-sentence when he saw the boy standing next to her. Rather quickly, Claude moved himself between Eri and the boy, hiding her behind his back while narrowing his eyes at the shorter boy.

"Can I help you…?"

Claude asked rather sternly, moving his hands around Eri to keep her close to his back; he didn’t want her anywhere near this boy…

[shsl-advicecolumnist]

Eri huddled behind the Medic as he suddenly became protective of her. It put her at ease to be in his presence, especially since she knew he’d surely knew what to do. Gripping onto Claude’s shirt, the young girl kept her gaze away from the inventor. Still she felt very nervous about him and how dangerous he may be. 

"He’s… Having some troubles, Claude-kun… He wanted me to… help him, when we came a-across each other in the bathroom… I-I was really scared and I didn’t k-know what to do but we gotta help him if we c-can… Right…?" 

The advice columnist trialed off, gripping the boys shirt tighter. Unsure if they could help with Victor’s ‘situation’ or at the very least help with his thoughts of death. She couldn’t just leave someone to help themselves if she was around but still, Eri was terrified of him after what happened in the trial. Could she really trust him or his intentions? Eri wondered. But sadly she couldn’t find an answer to her own question. For now perhaps it would be best to stay in Claude’s sight for the time being.  

[shslinventor]

Victor looked shyly up at Claude, his heart pounding. This was one of the many students who had witnessed the monster inside of him come out. He bit his lower lip as he thought of what to say. What could he say, honestly? Moreover, did Eri even believe him? That was very unlikely, at this point.  Falling to his knees upon reaching Claude, Victor broke down into tears. He couldn't handle this anymore. It took awhile, but finally, he spoke.

"When I saw Elijah on the floor, dead, I blanked out completely. This...happens a lot and I think there's another me. A second personality? So please... I don't want to hurt anymore people."

Victor shook as he gave Claude a fearful expression. He was just so very scared. What could he even do at this point? There was no longer a sense of control here, was there? 

"I used to be able to c-control it. That's what the ribbon is for, after all, but this time...I couldn't. And now, I think I'm losing my mind more than ever. I'm scared. I think...can you lock me up, perhaps? Away from everyone else? I don't know what else to do. I'm at my wits end!"

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days - Eri Moto

[shsl-advicecolumnist]

  Eri bit her lip, another person? What? She didn’t understand, what Victor was trying  to say to her. Really just being around him all on her own made the young girl nervous. He could easily snap and hurt her couldn’t he? And with then being alone like this no one would help her… She was making herself even more scared than she already was. But… She couldn’t just ignore his problem. She wanted to help people after all! Avoiding his gaze, Eri stood up and slowly walked around him. Keeping her attention to the ground, the girl muttered a few words hoping he’d catch them. 

  “Follow me….”

She trialed off as she wrapped her arms around herself and made her way out of the bathroom. She was going to help Victor, but not alone. Keeping her distance from the inventor, Eri headed to the room belonging to safest person that she could think, Claude. Upon reaching the dorm room, the advice columnist gave the door a light knock. God did she hope he was there, just being with the Medic would calm her down after having to be alone with Victor like that. Plus Claude would know how to help the boy, right? 

[shslinventor]

Victor was surprised that Eri even would try to help him. His eyes were still wet from the tears as she asked him to follow her. Nodding, he stood up straight and proceeded to follow. Would she be able to help him. Would anyone be able to help him at this point? All he had now were Reika and Tsuki, right? Everyone else he cared for was dead. Two down. It hurt all too well, honestly. 

  “I'm sorry, miss. I know that I'm nothing but a burden..."

He let out a sigh as he followed suit quickly. The voice in his head told him that he was vile and gross. That no one would ever need or want him. Was he really? Could he...change that, perhaps?

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days - Eri Moto

[shsl-advicecolumnist]

Eri brought her knees to her chest and she sat on the cold tile of the bathroom stale. Things were gonna be okay, things were gonna be okay. She repeated the set of words to herself over and over as if trying desperately to convince herself of this. But try as she might deep down she knew, things were only going to get worse. People were going to die, people were going to kill and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She was no leader, no warrior of justice or a guardian of hope. This was despairing. The world was despairing and cruel, not everyone gets what they deserve. Not all bad people are brought to justice and punished and no matter how nice someone may be, they were still capable of horrible things.

The advice columnist felt sick at the thoughts and was reminded of the deceased curler that she had called her friend. She was childish, naive, and gullible to believe that people could have control or not be capable of such things as killing. The world was cruel and it broke her heart. Sniffling the sound of the bathroom door opening completely went by the poor girl as she tried to pull herself together. Only when the boy had kneeled before did she realize that she was no longer alone. She heart began racing as fear came over her. He was one of the people who had been acting so horrid during the trial. Scooting away from him to the back of the stall, Eri avoided eye contact as he spoke. She was absolutely terrified of the brown haired inventor and she was alone with him. 

Kill him? No, she couldn’t, she promised not to hurt anyone. She shook her head and tugged at the red ribbon in her hair as some sort of comfort. 

"I-I refuse… I… I made a promise not to hurt anyone… I w-want to help people… Even if our situation get’s worse with every day t-that passes… Plus even if I’m scared out of my wits by you, I-I’m not gonna go killing you because you asked…."

"I want t-to help you, but I’m scared right now…. I don’t want you to hurt me or t-treat me like you did Akari…"

The pink and purple haired girl spoke, visibly shaking as she looked at him. She truly was scared of the boy. 

[shslinventor]

Eri's words hurt Victor slightly, but it wasn't as if he didn't expect it. After all, that other part of him took over. It made him into a monster before everyone. Sighing, Victor slowly stood up and walked a few steps away from the girl. Tears were in his eyes if she got a chance to look closely at him. He was...crying? 

"H-hurt you? Why would I hurt you?"

He bit his lower lip as he looked at the girl, a shamed look on his face. There was no way she would believe him, was there? Who would even believe him? Victor was insane. He needed to find a mental institute and stick himself there. Well, provided he survived this place to begin with. That was very doubtful at best. 

"This may be very hard for you to believe, but I think it should be said before I get worse... That is, the person who said those awful things wasn't me. Y-you have to believe me, alright?"

Here he was, confronting a stranger about this other self. Why would he even do such a thing? Regardless, the boy shook. He couldn't help it as they gazed at each other. Poor Eri, a girl who didn't know him was fearful of how he acted, within reason, of course. 

"Well no...I s-suppose you don't have to, but that's not the point. The point is, if I don't have someone help me, I-I don't know what I'll do."

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days - Eri Moto

[Courtroom > Left side bathroom]

Eri’s eyes widened and an expression of horror replaced her sad one as the curler was ripped away from her grasped. The look of sheer horror on the advice columnist’s face only worsened as she watched the cruel execution begin. The bear was playing with the girls emotions, even in till she was about to die. Unable to look away, her stomach turned as her dark haired friend was decapitated right before her eyes. Eri felt sick, her friend was dead, killed in front of her and she felt absolutely and utterly ill. Keeping herself from vomiting, the advice columnist looked down at the ribbons Akari had placed in her hand. Eri bit her lip, she couldn’t cry anymore than she already had. Clenching the ribbons tightly the purple eyed girl walked away from her podium, she couldn’t be in this room more then fully necessary. The courtroom’s air was heavy and stressful even though it was only their second time being there. And as hopeful as she wanted it to be, she knew deep in her heart that it wouldn’t be their last. 

Entering the elevator, Eri stood there in absolute silence. She didn’t mutter to herself or tried to calm herself. Her mind was a mess and truthfully all she wanted to do was cry. She really was naive. When the cold metal doors opened at the first floor, the young girl dragged herself to the bathroom on the left hand side. As she entered the quiet bathroom, the pink and purple haired girl sniffled and rubbed her eyes. The world is cruel, people can be monsters and not everyone can be saved… These were truths that she didn’t want to believe or even acknowledge. But considering all that had happened, she couldn’t ignore these things anymore. Sniffling once more the sixteen year old walked over to the sinks and mirror. Exhaling, wanting to stop her tears, Eri rubbed her eyes again and put her glasses back on. Wow, her eyes were puffy… Opening her right hand, she looked down at the lovely red ribbons, the only physical thing she truly had left of the curler now other than the little bit of memories. Taking the ribbons, Eri gently put them into her hair and tried her hardest to be composed again.

"I have to s-stay hopeful… I have to stay h-hopeful…"

Despite her attempts to stop her crying and get herself under control, the high-school girl found herself retreating into one of the bathroom stalls and locking herself in. 

[shslinventor]

He was in hysterics as control was handed back to him. Victor Bamford was a mess. Had he really let his other self take control this entire time? Regardless, he ran, his expression one of pur horror. Making his way to the mirror, he decided to view the reflection of the inner monster. That very diabolical demon that plagued his very core! He was filthy, disgusting and vile. And even Elijah knew this. That was why he told him that he was weak, right? He knew, deep down. There wasn't even a question.  Facing a mirror, Victor came close to screaming as he looked at his reflection. He turned on the sink and wet his face, only to have that sinister man stare back at him. Victor was a mess. He hadn't worn anything decent in a day or two, his hair was a tangled mess. His eyes were red from lack of sleep and fingernails were long and dirty. He truly was the image of someone who was an improper man. Someone far from a gentleman.  ...And he had scared them all. Including the girl who he noticed now. The girl who was crying. The ribbon no longer in his hair, Victor tried to come near Eri, but there was an awkward pause here. Would she run and hide from him? He deserved it, right? Because of that other self, Victor had frightened other people. He knew, of course that not only would he forever be alone. He would probably be a next murder victim.  Silently, Victor fell on a knee in front of her and sighed. He had one chance for this, right? Maybe it would help her as well. 

"You should...kill me, miss. So that I don't scare others and you can leave, you know? It would help us both, don't you t-think?"

He bit his lower lip as he said this with a shaky voice. What was he doing or saying? He just wanted to leave too, right? But at this point, people knew that other part of him. And there was no going back now that they knew. That was that, unfortunately. 

"I-I think no one would blame you. Now that all of you have seen the o-other me. And I want to die anyway, so would you?"

There was a pleading look in his eye as he asked this of her. Was this selfish?

[faulteringfloors]

DIE- Victor (RE: Akari)

The boy who was quiet for the past few trials began to cackle as he looked at the girl who confessed his crimes. A girl who wanted to make someone suffer so much that she’d kill another girl’s friend. That she’d kill…his mentor.  Who was he kidding? No one was here for him, save for Tsuki and Reika, was there? And even then, it wouldn’t surprise him if they died next. He deserved to be alone. He was disgusting. Vile, and disgusting was all he would ever be. And yet, like this, with his ribbon tied in his hair, Victor ravished in it. A grin so cold and sinister formed on his lips as he cackled like the madman he was. There was no going back.  "You’re a disgusting little girl, aren’t you? Bet you didn’t realize you’d die. But that’s the end of it, isn’t it? You’re.going.to.give.us.a.SHOW!!!"  He seemed to have lost it, far before the trial started, but there was absolutely nothing he could have done to contribute, was there? There were only snide comments and corrupted words. There were only vile remarks and evil laughter. There was something much different about this Victor, wasn’t there? Then again, there was something off about him since the investigation.  When the laughing ceased, the smirk stayed. There were only these disgusting words to leave his mouth:  "I can’t wait to watch your EXECUTION. Give us a show~"

[faulteringfloors]

Don't touch him! -(Monoto)

Victor felt a deep rage now as he looked at the body. He thought things would be ok, even if they came up empty handed without water bottles. He’d finally come to some form of compromise with Elijah. Like maybe, just maybe, the two were able to settle some differences and speak.  …And Elijah even praised him for his idea. It was something he’d never expected! Someone he was sure hated him thought he had a good idea after all. So as he saw the dead body of a boy who he admired, Victor lost it. The voice in his head egged him on and he couldn’t hold back anymore. There was only rage in large amounts. He was very angry.  When Monoto finally showed up before him, Victor’s ribbon was already tied in his hair. There was a darkness about the british youth as he heard Monoto’s harsh words. Yes: Darkness seemed to be all that Victor Bamford could see at a time like this.  "Stay away from him, you piece of garbage." He said, muttering it low at first. He shook as he found himself suddenly unable to cry.  "DID YOU HEAR ME?! I SAID DON’T COME CLOSE, DAMN IT! We have to avenge him. HE WAS JUST KILLED, SO DON’T YOU DARE!" His screams echoed the room as he glared over at their janitor. 

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days | Elijah | I lie still as the [nonexistant] water [ATTN: Victor]

[shslfancyhats]

  "That’s not a completely terrible idea and it might work for a while," Elijah replied.  "But you’ll need to ration that shit pretty carefully and find a way to keep the Monobastard from getting at it, and even if everything actually goes right, it still won’t last forever."

He crossed his arms and heaved a sigh as he scowled to himself.  ”I did come up with something a while ago, but that shit’s unfeasible.  Can’t find the bloody tools.”  His scowl deepened and he turned his head away as he admitted, “Without a computer, I’m even more fucking useless than you are.”

[shslinventor]

"Well, obviously. But perhaps before worrying over rations in the first place,we should have a look around the storage rooms and the like. Can't very well worry about something if we don't check it out first, now can we?" A shrug left the boy's shoulders as he looked at Elijah. Although he was coming up with a decent idea, instead of taking the compliment, Victor acted slightly grumpy. It was odd how his actions showed the opposite of his grumpy voice and speech.  "After we have a look see about the place, if we find the tools for it, perhaps I could make you a makeshift computer. However, I can't exactly guarantee anything. After all, we could find next to nothing for all we know. So let's be off. Right?" He looked at the boy, suddenly ready to get the show on the road.

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days | Elijah | I lie still as the [nonexistant] water [ATTN: Victor]

[shslfancyhats]

  Elijah was silent for a while, his face set in an emotionless mask.

"…No.  I guess I don’t have any decency in me."

How could he, if he was so willing to abandon his only friend when she was at her most vulnerable, when he knew that she’d have nearly no one else to turn to? 

He gritted his teeth and tried to get his emotions under control before he spoke again.  ”If you’re going to give up that easily, then you’re basically useless.  I’ll need to try harder.”

[shslinventor]

Victor couldn't help but bite down harder on his lower lip. He felt bad, after Elijah's retort. He was really rude, wasn't he? Sighing, he shuffled a bit before saying anything.  "Did...I say I was giving up? I said it was impossible, but I never said that I wasn't finished." His words were a little weak there, but he was being as honest as he could. Wiping at his eyes for a moment, he sighed.  "I'll do what I can. To prove I'm not useless. To try and save you and everyone else. An inventor is supposed to help with impossible solutions and such." Looking up at Elijah, Victor frowned slightly before shaking his head.  "Oi.. you have any bright ideas, then? My best one is to look for water bottles. Keep stock of any Monobear may have forgotten about."

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days | Elijah | I lie still as the [nonexistant] water [ATTN: Victor]

[shslfancyhats]

  Elijah stared down at Victor, scowling at the boy’s fit of self-deprecation.  

"Stop fucking crying, for starters.  If you’re going to cry, at least multi-task and come up with a plan while you do."

He thought back on his own plan, long since discarded since it had been too reliant on machines he didn’t have access to.  Maybe, if he had someone else to help him brainstorm (someone whose first solution to all problems was not “hack all the things”), they could come up with something better.

"What we need to do is either find the controls to the puppets, or find the person controlling them."

[shslinventor]

Victor shook a little in response. So that was it? His 'hero' was dismissing it as a simple idea of...having just that? Victor bit his lower lip.  Moving closer to Elijah, Victor looked him in the eye still with an expression of pure frustration. "Do you really think it's that simple? I'm thinking. I've been thinking for a long bloody time now, even going so far as to plot in my room. There are no exits, no holes...THERE'S NOTHING! Don't you think I would have figured it out if I could?! I'm a Super High School Level INVENTOR for chrissakes!! Don't just dismiss it as something so simple when there are literally no holes. Need I remind you that Four of our fellow students died?! T-that my roommate saw someone who looked like him die in front of him? Could you even BEGIN to imagine what it would be like to not only have your brother die, but someone who looked EXACTLY like you? Do you NOT have any sense of human decency whatsoever?!"  The inventor took a deep breath, surprised at his angry outburst. For the life of him, the inventor didn't even realize what he said until it was too late. With all the work that kept him up all night in his attempts to figure out another way, they all ended in vain. If Elijah looked at his eyes closely, one could see red in them from a lack of sleep and of course the bags under as well.  After a moment of silence, Victor looked at the ground before taking a step away from the boy to look at him once more. "I-I'm sorry. I...imagine that I've tried looking around on my own though. I've been caring for Mister Okumura after what happened too, and so...even so, it's never enough."  

[faulteringfloors]

Faithful Days | Elijah | I lie still as the [nonexistant] water [ATTN: Victor]

No water?! First the bloody Monobastard poisoned everyone and now the damned thing had turned off the water?

This motive was more fucked up than the last.

Elijah looked around at the others gathered, many of whom were already starting to freak out a little, and frowned. There was no way that one of them would not become desperate enough to kill. It was only a matter of time before someone succumbed to thirst or desperation or something, and another one of their number would end up dead.

He started scanning the crowd for Aiko, but quickly stopped himself and changed his mind. The ferret freak could look after Aiko. (Aiko, whom he could no longer be angry at, whose actions Elijah very suddenly understood) The guy was duty and honor bound to do so, after all. Besides, Akina would probably do a way better job than Elijah ever could.

But was there anyone checking up on the wimp? Elijah remembered how badly off the inventor had been after the first motivation for murder was revealed. How would the poor, pathetic thing react to this?

"<Hey, wimp!>" Elijah called out as soon as he caught sight of Victor. "<Are you okay over there?>"

[shslinventor]

Victor was shaking in his little corner again. While he was calmed earlier, now he just couldn't take it. What the hell? So now they would die of thirst? How was he supposed to have his calming tea? Were they going to be subjected to this with each passing week? Did everyone have to die? He looked to the ground as he thought of the girl who sacrificed herself for the rest. Why did she do it, when clearly it wasn't her fault? Why did Kou have to die? She was someone who told them that no one had to die. Someone who had a set plan in all of this.  ...And now, there were four dead people. And he was probably going to die afterwards. He was only alive for someone else to kill, wasn't he?  Victor looked up at the boy who checked up on him. His eyes were heavy with tears as he gazed at the man who called him weak before. That's all he was, wasn't he? Weak, not a gentleman, disgusting. Those were the words he thought of when he looked up at someone he regarded as 'flawless' in comparison.  "...F-four people are dead because of that bear. And there's nothing I could do. Except perhaps, wait to die for someone else. Is that our only purpose at this place then? Cattle waiting to become useful?" He stood up at last, letting out a small sigh as he did. He looked at Elijah with a flash of genuine concern. "I'm tired of being a wimp, ok? But I...I don't know what to do. Miss Kou died to protect everyone, but I'm not even that strong. What can we...even do?"  

[faulteringfloors]

Tower Trial - Tsuki - Sayonara Zetsubou Onii-San!!

Tsuki had been too whisked with his sickness and dealing with the fact that someone had actually died that he was barely attentive during the trial. The murder business only made him feel sicker and sicker and it took a lot of effort to hold onto his innards. Only when the final verdict had been given did he let out his dismay.

"That’s… that’s not fair!" And he sputtered out his own exclamations as Kou Hirabayashi, the kind woman he met before… was executed without remorse. Hollow and stricken with grief, there was no way for it to get worse.

If only luck favoured Tsuki Okumura.

A familiar voice rang out from the others- Tsuki recognized it immediately. And in one glorious moment- there he was. Haruhi Okumura. His brother, the person he adored most in this world, his saviour! Haruhi, outraged at the bear, had charged at him. Tsuki let out a loud shout of exclamation in his advantages… And then Haruhi fell through the ground.

"HARUHI, NO!" A monitor lowered from the ceiling, and Tsuki watched in horror as a pack of Monobears chased Haruhi. Haruhi could outrun them, right?? Tsuki had seen his stats. The Secretary was the one who organized all of his coaching and lessons! But the bears got faster and faster still- in despair did Tsuki realize Haruhi couldn’t outrace the speeding Monobears. 

With wide eyes filled to the brim with tears, Tsuki watched his brother die.

"HARUHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" And in that moment, the Secretary’s heart broke. He crumpled to the ground and balled himself up. Maybe this was a horrible dream, maybe this was a nigthmare. But the feeling of dread didn’t wash away, nor did the supposed illusion fade when Tsuki pinched and clawed at his arms. It was real, it was too real.

The person Tsuki Okumura loved the most was dead.

[shslinventor]

Victor was already a mess due to the fact that a certain Charity SHSL was killed. Kou was there when he needed someone most. She, Tsuki and Reika were all there for him. So it was naturally disheartening to see her die before him. If that wasn't enough, another student had to die as well.  He watched as the one who looked like Tsuki reached an untimely end. It shook him at the core, but he could do or say nothing. Frozen in place, he only stared before finding his words. Were these words going to be insensitive? He didn't need for them to be.  "This...isn't real." He finally said, his eyes still staring at the two who no longer could speak. Tears began to streak down his cheeks, but there were no other words. Just fear on his face...and disbelief.  The Inventor walked over to Tsuki as he finally found his strength. Victor's feet felt like lead, weighing him down as he took each extra step. Why did he deserve to be here? Why did they have to suffer? What the heck was going on? A hand tapped on Tsuki's shoulder. How could he be here for him when he was so worthless? He couldn't save him, could he? He couldn't help or save anyone here. Worthless. So worthless. ...But no one would like him anymore if he changed to 'him'.  "Ts-Okumura-san. I...I'm really sorry."  It was all his fault. Because stronger people would take their place and sacrifice their good wills. So why was he bothering?

[shslinventor]

You. Were you familiar with the victim?

"N-no. I’m afraid that I wasn’t."