My life is literally like 'Pokemon Snap'

{Affiliated with Beyond Despairs Bounds Midori}

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Standing on my own two feet||Artie||Chapter 4||Closed for Haru

The photojournalist felt himself changing, even if it was a small change. He felt so indifferent for the most part when he watched the execution unfold. It would have made the former person within cry or worse. But this ‘new guy’? He simply rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he stood there, waiting for it to be over. What the hell was wrong with him?  By the time he left, he felt nausea, but nothing left his body. He was forced to endure as he left for his room, still feeling cold, yet indifferent.  ~~~~~ Hours passed to more hours of simple sleep and weird dreams. And before he knew it, the boy had cut and shaped his hair and left to see Kuroi. He didn’t even wear his goggles today as he took on this different 'version of himself’. It just didn’t seem like the right thing to do, as he moved about, trying to make sense of whatever changes were forming from within. Seeing no other option, the boy found himself wandering to a familiar room. The room where he found himself discussing a few things with Haru before the trial. Would he find him here again, perhaps?  For now, he found himself sitting down and waiting in here. And what did he expect, by doing this? For Haru to magically show up or something? This boy wasn’t exactly his therapist! And anyway, it wasn’t as if he HAD to come in and talk to him or anything.  And yet, still he waited, hoping he might come. He had much to say and even more to ask. About himself as much as about what was going on in this hellhole. And he had a feeling that Haru knew much more than he let on. 

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Ready. Aim. Fire! || Kuroi || Execution & Chapter 4 Start || Open

Kuroi kept her thoughts to herself for the most part..ignoring basically everything that occurred throughout the rest of the trial. She participated, but did she really care about the end result of all this? No. Rini knew she was going to die and had accepted it, but that didn’t mean Kuroi felt much better about the fact she had been trying to play victim.

Being asked to find Rinis parents she just rolled her eyes and nodded, she wasn’t going to protest. The more she protested the more Rini pushed herself on her and she learned that. She she just agreed silently, keeping her eye contact away from Rini. She refused to look at her at this point.

But then she asked for a hug after giving her some necklace, what was the explanation to the necklace? She wasn’t paying attention.

“……”

She just patted Rini shoulder, ignoring the request for a hug.

As the execution occurred, Kuroi ignored it for the most part after she saw what was going on. She walked towards the door and once it opened, nodded towards Yuuki and left returning to the dorm room area.

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When morning came, she could be found in the Neko Neko Nii~ Café making some coffee with one of the machines. She was going to need something to calm the beginnings of what she was going to call a stress headache…and then someone walked through the door and she just looked at the machine…at them…and then back at the machine…rolled her eyes and spoke.

“Since I’m most likely one of the only few who know how to work these damn things without burning the shit out of my hands, do you want something?”

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The boy also didn’t waste time leaving the trial room when he did. From the time of the end of the trial to the execution, there was a change within Artie. Something of which he wished to share with the others on a more physical scale. When he left for his room, the boy fell asleep, only to get up as early as he could to get scissors, a knife...anything he could get from the supply closet. He also found some hair spray, a hair tie and comb, then proceeded to go to the restroom.  After lopping off that one weird side of his hair, Artie viciously combed his hair, slicked it back with some hair spray and put on his jacket normally. After a trial like today? He wanted to be seen as tough and taken seriously. No more would he seem like some ‘nice kid’ on the outside. Who would trust those sorts of idiots in this place anyway? After what happened to Rini, Artie assumed that no one could.  He found himself walking about after he messed with all of this under the guidance of a mirror. It may have seemed a bit messy even still, but it was clear that the boy had done some things. A good 2 inches of his hair was missing from that side of his face and it wouldn’t be that hard to notice.  As he found himself headed into the cafe, the boy chuckled at Kuroi’s response. She was cool despite it all, this one. Maybe by trying to act tough, he’d even gain some respect from her? He could only hope. 

“Well, if you ever wanna teach, I’m definitely a patient student. That said, anything nice and hot this time of the day is always nice.” Artie, bbu....what on earth are you doing?

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The monster I will become||Artie||Body Reaction

The photojournalist was not happy. Heck, when the motive happened, he threw a shoe angrily at the wall. He was shaking then, almost as he was now. But there was more anger and sadness in his eyes. Sure, he was mad at her sometimes, but did Mia….deserve this? What the actual fuck? It wasn’t long before he found himself, now, at this moment, screaming at his friend and pulling her onto the ground next to him.  But, as he did this, he screamed. At her? What the hell did he think that would do?

“Y-ya stupid girl. GIT UP! THIS ISN’T VERY FUNNY OF YA! What about GITTIN’ THA HELL OUT OF HERE? YA THINK YA C'N UP AN’ LEAVE US?! HOW DARE YA TRY! I won’t HAVE IT!!!!“

He then pounded on her chest, over and over. It was like in the movies, when people would try to practice CPR. He was about to press his lips on her’s too, when he pressed an ear to both her nose and mouth. No way, this….this wasn’t real, was it? Why the hell?  He dropped both hands to his sides and looked at the corpse, with a look of defeat. It was definite he wasn’t leaving her yet, though. 

"D-damn it….a-an jus’ as soon as I was gittin ta understand you. Please don’t leave me. Why does….everyone leave?”

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You can be king again||Artie||Chapter 3||Closed for Arashi

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Artie, the weird one of the duo? Please, have you seen Arashi? Heard him? Clearly as far as strangeness went, he was the superior… Artie, meanwhile, is simply a good kid trying his best, and I believe in him.

Arashi was more attentive to Artie’s speaking at this point, thankfully(?). Once the whole ghost spiel concluded, Arashi… just sort of shrugged. He never thought too much about ghosts and other such supernatural things - he was a man of science!! But as a concept… it was… interesting.

(ghosts, huh. would… no, no, he wasn’t going to think about that, not now.)

“Articchi, it’s fine, really!! As a man of science and evil, I’ve hardly had the time to think about such things, but who am I to judge if you do?? After all, you’re… my ally. My… comrade! Among the best of them, really!!’

‘Ally’ and ‘comrade’ being codes for ‘friend’, obviously. No worries, Artie, your ghost talk wasn’t gonna scare this guy off.

“Ehh?? Oh!! Oh!! I cannot say I’ve eaten yet, no… that sounds nice, though I’m not too sure what that is - you’re not from Japan, right? Is this ‘biscuits and gravy’ thing… from where you’re from, I’d assume??

Ah, forget it– enough questions!! I’d be delighted to, thank you, Articchi!! I’m no master chef myself, but if you need my assistance, please, let me know!!! Heh, imagine that - I, the evil genius, offering help to… 

“…Well, I don’t offer my help to just anybody, y’know!! D-Don’t mistake me for some do-gooder - I just happen to… really really like you!!”

Does… does he ever stop talking? At least that last bit was… probably enough a sign of Arashi considering Artie a friend. Probably. Hopefully…

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Artie’s face lit up in response to that. Arashi really was one of the nicest folks here. Even if he seemed intent on being evil, he was more righteous then he let on. He seemed a bit calmer now, despite originally feeling the need to explain himself. Why did he bother anyway? It was silly, when all he was doing was honoring their dead.  Out of nowhere, Artie gave Arashi a hug and felt himself crying again. He couldn’t control it, despite how hard he tried. 

“I....I don’ think I could handle i-it if ya err Kuroi were hurt like tha others. Even those who killed; tha’s not h-how it works in the justice system. I....please, p-promise me you’ll be careful. Promise y-you’ll stay close a-an’ not try anythin’ l-ling Ming Zhu er Nobu. It.....”

He wouldn’t tell him that this would break his heart, because that was pretty obvious. He just stood there, hugging the slightly taller boy. It was really tough to get a grip on his emotions today, despite his best efforts. 

“S-sorry....let’s git out of here. mmkay?”

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Strong in the real way||Artie||closed for Haru

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Haru smiled obligingly at the flush on Artie’s face, and folded his legs up on the arm of the chair, leaning back. Yeah, now he’s definitely posing. 

“Of course, Artino-san. Well, I try to keep an even head and think things through with my studies in mind, but I’m certainly no detective. We can all only do our best.”

He inclined his head gravely.

“Kuroi-san… you’re right. Though she is rather strongheaded, she always acts with the group’s best interests in mind. I’m glad, at least, that the culprit was correctly identified, sad as it was.”

Haru regarded Artie from over the pages of his book. He hadn’t really had much chance to analyse the younger boy yet, but his heart really seemed to be in the right place. 

“That’s so kind of you to say,” he smiled. “I always strive to keep a calm demeanour. I learned from an early age that great displays of emotion are at odds with logic and reason - I no longer have time for them. But then if everyone would just keep a cool head, none of these crimes would even have had to happen. Still, human nature is irrepressible.” 

He cocked his head.

“So, what is it you plan to do with all these photographs, Artino-san?”

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Ok wow Haru. Seriously, the boy’s face couldn’t get anymore beet red. That amazing pose game, however,made him wonder in Haru wasn’t some sort of model on the side? No, he wouldn’t ask that. This would be a weird question. 

“Yeah. Well I reckon tha’ makes sense. Yer some sorta psychologist, righ’? A head doctor, of sorts? So ya have tha’ to yer advantage when things git sticky in a trial, I figure. Plus, yea....yer cool headed way of goin’ bout things doesn’ hurt either.”

Artie offered a slight chuckle at this. Oh poor Kuroi. The girl was simply a little misunderstood. Strong headed, yes, but much kinder than she let on. Least Haru caught this a bit. 

“Only ‘cuz she don’t want any a’ us thinkin’ she’s goin’ soft er nothin. T-though, keep that ‘tween us, ok? She’d be might upset if she knew I was goin’ on ‘bout her like this, I reckon. Gits embarrassed ‘n all that.”

Kuroi was adorable too, but he wouldn’t add this bit either. Nah, he didn’t want that sort of thing to slip either, if he hadn’t already. Good going you big dork. His mind snapped out of these thoughts when the question was asked though. 

“More than I planned ‘fer, I’ll tell you tha’. I figure, ‘tween the pictures of everyone an’ tha photos of wha’s goin’ on here, I...wanna try ta create a portfolio of sorts fer tha police or...proper authorities. Jus in case we git out of here, you know? An’ well....I did use some of the students photos ta write nice letters on, if they’ve passed on, but...I really hope I don’t have to make any additions...”

He trailed off for a moment, looking at his camera. So many pictures of so many things. Some good, some bad. Most would just remind him of all the bad so far, once he got out. 

“I dunno what good it will do, b-but originally I was gonna send my momma a collage of my fellow students and all the great times we would have together. So, it kind of stemmed from that.”

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Strong in the real way||Artie||closed for Haru

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Haru looked up from his notebook and grinned at Artie.

“That’s right. Oh, not at all! I’m simply making a few post-trial notes, as is rather my wont. But taking photographs is, of course, yours, Artino-san - please do feel free to document everything. Did you want me to move?” 

He leaned back in his chair again, head inclined towards Artie. He… may be posing a little.

“I’m glad to see you weren’t indisposed for this trial, Artino-san, as sad an affair as it was. Your skills are definitely invaluable to a murder investigation, though.”

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Oh wow: I guess everyone liked their picture taken? Artie couldn’t help himself and took a small extra picture when he caught Haru posing. He then put the camera back round his neck and smiled. It was so nice that most people were pretty inviting here, despite their losses and such. It’s simply the fact that, he felt disgusted with himself. Up until now, he’d been pretty useless, pictures aside.  “Oh um, you’re fine. You’re not in my way at all.”  Oh gosh, was this praise? Artie’s cheeks flushed a little, feeling a bit embarrassed, but mostly proud. Oh goodness, he didn’t feel like he helped much at all, but at least he tried. That was all that mattered after all...right?  “Y-ya really think so? Gee, thanks. Though, I feel like you’re much better at this sorta thing. T-though, I s’pose none of us really wanna get ‘good’ at it if we don’t have ta. I jus’...it didn’ seem fair fer Kuroi ta have ta be blamed when she always means so well ta everyone. She’s always there offerin’ ta protect us all an’ all I c’n do is keep snappin’ pictures an’ hope fer tha best.”  He scratched his head and peered at his shoes on the ground for a second. Goodness, he felt so awkward, talking to someone who seemed like such a senior or something. Haru had this way of carrying himself and speaking that well, was admirable. Having just the opportunity to talk to him made Artie a little happy, but mostly nervous.  “Ya really impressed me durin’ tha trial too, ya know. Yer so calm an’ collected. It’s real admirable, ya know? Even when lots a folks were at each other’s throats this time round.” There were so many admirable people in this place, despite the crap they were dealing with. Now if only they could all work together for real and all. And if only he could get to people in time before motives hit them. Of course, who was to see he wouldn’t fall for whatever offer came his way? At this point, he could only hope and keep doing his thing. 

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You can be king again||Artie||Chapter 3||Closed for Arashi

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Arashi’s expression shifted to concern quickly as Artie approached. 

“H– Hey, hey, don’t worry about it, Articchi…! I’m fine - it’ll take… a lot more than such a little slip up as that to stop I…!! Fuhaha… ha…!”

“…Seriously, don’t– don’t worry about me, I’m fine…!! If anything, Articchi, I should be asking you if you’re okay!! What are you…”

He trailed off. Artie passed him a picture of… Katashi? The inventor read over the words present on the photo carefully… and didn’t say much in response to what Artie had said, about appeasing the ghosts. No, our good friend Arashi appears to have… entirely zoned out, staring blankly at the words before him. His vaguely nervous smile had dropped into an unreadable straight line, his hands… slightly shaking?

What… was his deal, exactly?

(who did he leave behind, outside of this place, arashi wondered.)

He jolted slightly when Artie spoke up again. That’s right, he wasn’t… alone… incense. Incense, Artie said, did they have… any incense…

“Um!!! I don’t believe… I’ve seen any, in any of the rooms I’ve seen… maybe there’s some in one of the new ones? I’m not too sure, really, haven’t been in any of those yet!!”

There was an uncomfortably long pause before Arashi spoke again.

“…You said something!! About writing down - er, adding onto these messages, right?? Um… as much as I’d love to appease their spirits, I’m afraid I… don’t have all that much to say? At least - at least not what you’ve written already, that is!!”

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Artie offered some awkward laughter after seeing Arashi was fine. Really, he must think the photojournalist was strange. Then again, he was roommates with an evil mastermind. Were they really any different? God, even so, the photojournalist worried that he seemed off, so he went on to explain himself, which likely wouldn’t help. 

“Err...I doubt many folks round here believe in ‘em. H-heck, if you don’, tha’s fine. But err....at some places at my ol’ town in the mountains a’ tha southern US, I saw some ghosts roamin’ round where I’d play. I’d try snappin’ pics a them, but well....I reckon they jus’ don’t show themselves righ’ when ya WANT them to. It’s not like in movies an’ tha like. Other’n that, my ol’ folks farm in Japan’s haunted. S-sorry, I know I must sound so insane. I take the possibility of ghosts and appeasin’ ‘em very seriously...”

There was also something he wasn’t telling him, as he looked away for a moment with a worried expression. But honestly? That could be for another time. He wasn’t comfortable recounting times of the nightmares that plagued his head. Besides: Even his dad was a little concerned with his mental health, once he told him of some of the things he’d said. Of course, it was all out of care and concern.  He changed his demeanor for a second more and offered his best attempt at a smile. 

“Ahhh....Say. I don’ reckon ya’ve eaten yet, have ya? Breakfast is tha most important meal of tha day after all~ An I make some killer Biscuits an’ gravy! I bet I could fit a big ol’ meal fer tha both of us. Ya interested? I’ve been itchin’ ta cook. Specially after all tha sleep I’d been up to.”

He really wanted Arashi to like him, even if it meant cutting out his small weirdness about ghosts. For now, he could finish putting the pictures up and go. This place gave him the creeps anyway. 

“I reckon jus’ tha fact ya thought of ‘em is enough.”

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Strong in the real way||Artie||closed for Haru

It had been a long day or so of firsts and tears. Artie felt almost emotionally exhausted.

If it wasn’t for his big heart, he would have no more cares to give. Yet, here he was, making his way about the place, camera in hand. He would document this place and find the person responsible!

Even if it was someone in the group, Artie decided he would succeed. It was something he had to promise, in order o protect those he cared for. He had I get strong, after all! Strong in the real way!

It wasn’t long before he happened upon the library and Haru. The shutter for his camera went off and found Haru working on something. It was the library, after all: a place where reading and working were often combined. Was Haru trying to find clues here, maybe?

“Oh ah: sorry there. Errr, Haru wazzit? Sorry if I don’ remember yer las name. Uhh anyway, hope ya don’ mind me snappin’ some pics of ya an tha library.”

He awkwardly scratched his chin, hoping he didn’t come across as creepy or otherwise.

“Errr, I hope I’m not disturbin ya, but I’ll leave if ya want.”

Nice job, Artie.

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You can be king again||Artie||Chapter 3||Closed for Arashi

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A day had passed since the trial ended. Arashi was thankful for the end of the motive, even if the price to pay was… unfavorable. Yeah, that’s what he’d call it… he decided to wander a bit, take his mind off the previous events - not the new areas, not yet, he’d save those for a different time.

It was during that period of time that he spotted Artie, heading for the trial room. Why was he…? He felt he shouldn’t have said or done anything, but alas, curiosity got the better of him, and he followed, quietly. Didn’t want to disturb his friend after all.

But after taking a few steps away from the stairs by the entrance, he stopped to watch in silence. He watched Artie place… something… on the late Ming Zhu’s podium… and he started crying, and…

And Arashi had the faintest idea what Artie was up to, and it made his heart sink.

For a while, he stood staring in a stunned sort of silence. His face was, for the most part, unreadable, giving no indication of the thoughts running rampant through his head. If anything gave away how he felt in that moment, watching, it was the rest of his body language - or lack thereof, his stance… rigid, as he watched Artie’s actions and reactions before him.

(it’s kind of a familiar sight, huh?)

Eventually, he pulls his eyes away, quickly turning around - a bit too quickly - and nearly losing his balance in the process. Arashi was ever so thankful that he’d taken those extra few steps away from the stairs so they wouldn’t be an issue - but the short shout of surprise escaping his lips surely caught the photojournalist’s attention. Curse his impatience to get out of there, at least before Artie noticed.

(That was what the rush was about, right?) 

The inventor took a second to calm down from the short shock - one hand clutching at his tie, the other just sort of… out there, in an attempt to keep himself from falling over onto the floor. Not that he was close enough to a wall to prop himself against that for balance. Even if he was far enough from the stairs, faceplanting into the floor was hardly a fun time. After a few seconds, he peered over his shoulder towards Artie.

“A… A-Articchi!! Hello…! Um… My apologies– I-I’m really sorry, I didn’t… mean to intrude, or anything–”

His voice sounded awkward, and… vaguely uncomfortable? Perhaps he was just in a tizzy over nearly falling over, even if it could’ve been much worse. 

(That was what his unease was about, right?)

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Artie turned around almost immediately after he heard the noise. It was certainly a surprise. So Arashi had been behind him this whole time? It didn’t upset him more than simply surprise the photojournalist as he scrambled off his feet to check on Arashi. That certainly seemed like a nerve racking experience!

“Oh goodness: Ya alrigh’, Arashi? Ya gave me a fright!”

He started wiping tears from his eyes as he offered a hand or something. He was more worried for his roommate and friend than anything else right now. So what if his tears and ritual had been interrupted? Honestly, he was more embarrassed that Arashi caught him crying for the millionth time, if anything. He started to continue wiping at his eyes with his sleeves, blushing bright red all the while.  When he ensured that Arashi was ok, Artie handed the boy one of the many pictures of the deceased that he held. It was Katashi’s photo and it had some words about how he and the others missed him. Furthermore, about how everyone wishes him well, wherever he was. It was just so unreal that people could just die like that and be ‘snuffed out’, after all. No, they had to be lurking here somewhere. Ghosts, watching the aftermath of the hell they dealt with while alive.  Of course, Artie didn’t mention any of this. 

“Must seem silly of me, huh? I uh...I wanted ta pay my respects since I have pictures of everyone, ya know? Least I could do for not bein’ too darn helpful when it counted. Ya....c’n add to the messages though, if ya’d like.At tha very least, it might appease their ghosts.”

God, he sounded crazy, didn’t he? Who believed in ghosts, in a place like this? Artie believed, that was who! He hadn’t seen any here yet, but who knew what time might bring. He’d certainly seen ghosts before in his lifetime, which was enough for the boy to be a believer.  Hopefully his roommate wouldn’t think less of him for believing though. Was it weird or taboo to believe in ghosts with these kids? Artie hoped not, as it was a core part of what he did believe in, among other things. Still, he offered Arashi a curious look before asking a question. 

“Err, ya reckon there migh’ be some incense somewhere? I figure it might be nice to light up near the podiums of those we’ve...lost.”

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You can be king again||Artie||Chapter 3||Closed for Arashi

So much went on for Artie after that trial. He found himself going with Kuroi, begging to nap with her so he could sleep. Sleeping with a friend might help him sleep, despite the night filled with nightmares. And well, he wanted to be there for his friend too. After a night of sleep, which he eventually found, Artie awoke and left a note with her. He hoped it would make her smile, at the very least.  Good morning. I hope you slept ok. : ) Thank you so much for being there for me last night, when I felt so scared. Sorry if I was a little rough with dragging you out of the courtroom, but hopefully you’ll forgive me.  I have something very important to do, which is why I’ll be missing when you wake up. If you want to meet later though, I’d be glad to. I’m here if you need me though: Just a message away, ok? I just want to pay my respects to the dead, since I have so many pictures of them. I figure, it’s the very least I can do, you know? Thanks again,  Artie.“ Satisfied with a job well done, Artie walked out of the room, leaving the note close by Kuroi. Stopping by his room, the boy walked in to grab the pictures of the four students who were deceased and headed out to the kitchen. Here, he would meet with Mia for a time, complete his work on the pictures, have a snack, chat, ect. It took him a good hour or so to complete his work with the conversation, yet, in a way, it was welcome. Yes, even from the girl he backtalked earlier.  {x} Complete with his work, Artie made his way to his room one last time, where he grabbed for a bottle of water, which he left in his room. From here, he made his way to the trial room, where his respects would be paid. He didn’t hear any footsteps or the like upon walking, as his mind was occupied with his thoughts and plans for the future. All of this happened too fast, didn’t it? How could he really…keep himself together? How had the other adjusted so quickly?  Making his way to Ming Zhu’s podium first, he placed a picture of one of the first folks he met here on top of it. Oh god, his knees were shaking, upon glancing at his handiwork and the picture itself. He couldn’t bring himself to keep a straight face for much longer, much less a smile. 

“I’m sorry there, Ming Zhu…Ya must be disappointed in me, huh? C'nt even…stop from cryin’, despite my promise ta git stronger. I…I’m so weak, ain’t I?”

Those damn tears. He couldn’t stop himself, despite how hard he tried. 

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Wham bam NO THANK YOU ma'am||Artie||Results||ATTN: Mia

So that was the end. They voted for the right person and they would die. Artie was originally hiding behind Kuroi, scared to see what would become of one of his friends. Instead of continuing to do this however, the boy walked up to his podium and threw his OMNIbook HARD onto the top of his podium. Seems he definitely read his message.

“Now you listen here, miss pris. Yer gonna mind yer manners or I’m gonna mind ‘em FOR YA. That clear? Cuz I git it: Nobu killed someone that a lot of us cared fer. Hell, They pissed me righ’ off cuz they framed Kuroi here, but it didn’t work, did it? We all caught tha culprit and tha’s tha’. So I suggest ya quit it with these disgustin’ texts an’ act like a damn proper lady! Am I bein’ clear?“

Something sounded different in how he spoke to her. Artie sounded kind of scary, even for him. It was a sort of anger that you wouldn’t expect from him. Except, in a way, Mia had already dealt with it. 

“If I have ta see a friend leave, I-I…wanna proper send off. Is tha’ too much to ask?”

Wow, his whole expression changed. Dang boy. Don’t piss him off….

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Chapter 3 threads? Hoo boyyyy

Public:  1) Haru 2) Anyone, it free 3) Rini (?) Private:  Kuroi(?) Yuuki The only one I remember for sure was Haru’s, Yuuki’s and Kuroi and Artie always need time to chills or w/e. So yeah other’n that I am like 20% sure of things idk????????

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Kind of in a shitty mood sorry, so I won't be joining in further tonight... Enjoy the trial. I'll hopefully be here tomorrow...

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Cops and Robbers||Artie||Trial 2||RE: Kuroi, Ayano sort of, Rini, Mia

In a normal situation, the boy would be in a fantastic mood: Artie was well rested, feeling so much better and in decent condition overall. The last night, he hadn’t slept so well, but that was fine. The last thing he wanted to do was sleep, honestly. Since he had slept, the photojournalist had to find two of his friends dead and another, who he felt closest too, accused. He was not in a happy mood. Not at all… Before trial start, the boy sought out a blanket covered Kuroi and offered her a worried expression. “Y-ya ok? Sorry I didn’ check on ya fore. I know ya can handle yer own, but I was worried when the brunette with glasses went at ya like tha’. I just….wanted ta clear yer name soon as I saw it, so I hit the floor runnin’. Ain’t no use just standin’ round useless this time…" He told her all this, all the while, his cheeks flush red. After a short talk with her, Artie exchanged final words with Kuroi before moving on ahead with Mia and Arashi to discuss things one final time. He looked at Kuroi with a worried expression even then; she was one of his closer companions in this place right now, even if they still had plenty to learn of each other, after all. How could he NOT worry? As Artie reached for the podium, the boy let out a sigh before saying anything. He then let out another, shaking his arms out at his sides. He seemed to be counting to himself quietly; a calming mechanism, of sorts. With this, he wasn’t mad at Mia anymore for earlier, but he was still a little peeved off at what he’d witnessed between Ayano and Kuroi earlier. What could he say? That was his friend! Ayano had attacked someone he was constantly worried over! Someone who checked on him, even when he didn’t even ask her to. It was time to return the favor and do what he could to clear her name. He turned to Ayano first, taking a final deep breath so he wouldn’t yell at her.

“Listen, I don’t know ya yet, missy, but we’re not goin’ ta pull what ya did ‘fore trial, righ’? Because Kuroi here’s my friend. I woulda stopped ya in yer tracks, but I had ta do everythin’ ta clear her name. An’ honestly, I don’ wanna fight with more folks round here. It ain’t gentlemanly like a me. Anyhow, sorry for startin’ with ya righ’ off tha bat. I jus…wanna make sure is all.”

Maybe that wasn’t the best place to start? Oh well. Maybe he should also do introductions. Most of these folks didn’t know him, right? Who could say.

“S'pose I should introduce m'self seein as how I slept through one a my friend’s trials. The name’s Artie Artino. I’m a photojournalist an’ a…I took some pictures this trial. If any of y'all wanna look at anythin’ from the crime scene in detail, come ta me, alrigh’? I’ll be happy ta oblige, seein’ as how it’s what I’m best at. I’m only sorry I was out of my wits, both physically an otherwise last time, but I fear I wouldn’t ta been much help last trial anyway. I was mighty sick.“

Well, that was a good wrap up of his name, right? Of the minor details? He took another sigh, trying his best to remain calm. He took a small, worried glance Kuroi’s way before turning to Rini and continuing. 

“…Rini, was it? I wanna believe tha’ it makes y'all less suspicious, b-bu’ we found 3 cups washed from recent use in tha sink. Who’s ta say 2 of ya didn’ sneak off durin’ a prolonged bathroom break? I wanna believe y'all, I do. I mean, we’re both tryin’ ta clear names an all, but let’s not cross tha’ off as a definite thing, ya know? N-not that I’m accusin’ anyone of anythin’. We ain’t got facts enough for that much, after all.”

Well, he was trying to be fair, all things considered. His hands seemed to shake if you looked really close to them. He gripped very tightly onto the podium, a result of some anger he felt towards some others, but he chose not to push it. He’d pushed it enough already and, being angry or rude towards anyone after his earlier episode with Mia wasn’t going to fly when he had bigger fish to fry. He turned to Mia for a moment, his expression a bit more serious now.

“Ya brought tha shirt, righ’? Did ya pass it round fer others ta try yet? I reckon we oughta nip that in the bud righ’ away, don’t you?“

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Now the Nightmare's Real, Now Dr. Horrible is Here || Arashi || Chapter Two (RE: Motive, Body, Mia)

The motive was… admittedly laughable. In Arashi’s eyes, at least. It wasn’t like he’d gone a day or two without sleep before - evil never sleeps, and all that!! It just… wasn’t prolonged, not even an “every other day” kind of things. His sleep schedule was just a mess, but it was fine!!

And nightmares? Pssh, he could handle those! What kind of evil genius would he be if he couldn’t handle a little bad dream??

(it wasn’t like he was a total stranger to them, anyways.)

But alas, that attempt to alternate was in vain. After skipping sleeping one night and going to sleep the next, he’d realized he’d… severely underestimated the intensity of them. But… he’d be fine!! He could power through, and if he wound up sleeping? No big deal, they were just dreams!!

(he just hoped artie wouldn’t be awake or in the room or noticing at all what became of good ol’ arashi when he woke up, and the grueling minutes that followed as he tried to calm himself down.)

…

In due time, there was a body. Someone Arashi didn’t know, and as much as he couldn’t help but feel glad that it wasn’t, that part of his nightmares wouldn’t be coming true after all, he still felt bad. Katashi, or anybody for that matter, didn’t deserve this…

His mind didn’t have much time to linger on those thoughts, a fist straight to the stomach courtesy of Mia. Yikes.

“Hhh… h-hey now…! There’s– I understand you’re upset, but there’s– there’s no need for that…! G-Geez…”

Did she even realize who she was punching? She had some nerve, attacking the (to-be) evil genius he was… it was kind of admirable, really. 

Whatever, that didn’t matter now…! He had some investigation to do - maybe she could help out…? (And also Artie, hello Artie.) 

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Seeing as Arashi was being assaulted, but unsure as to whether or not they started a fight together, Artie walked towards the two. He had a semi stern expression on his face as he put arms between the two. He was trying his darndest to separate them, though it likely wouldn’t work. Well, he had to do something...right?  “P-please stop fighting guys. Oof...”  Before he could go further, he felt a punch to his stomach as well, which put him temporarily out of commission. Dear god did that hurt! Why, he’d gotten the wind kocked out of him: What the hell? The boy couldn’t move much as he crouched onto the ground, a single tear rolling down his cheek. The world looked....weird from where he looked.  With little movement he could muster, Artie tried to move away from Mia. Lady was scary... Yikes.

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The boy awakens||Artie||Chapter 2||Reaction, open, ect.

It had been quite some time since the boy last opened his eyes. When we last left off, he was unconscious, flush with fever and unable to wake up at all. Why, he even was asleep during the trial. All he remembered was the body of…whomever it was. He didn’t remember a face, if he had to be honest. It felt like too long ago, as he finally stood up and opened his eyes.  The blue haired child stood up upon hearing the announcement for another motive. He barely listened to the cat girl’s words, if he were honest, but he knew something was up. It wasn’t just the gas that had been released either (which he wouldn’t know of till later, but still): It was a horrible feeling that he felt practically tug at his heartstrings. Then he heard her first words she’d said in his head, as if it finally registered.  “… If you recall, I mentioned that a lack of murder would leave me to provide you with a motive. I did so last time, which prompted Mao-san to murder. I wonder who it shall convince this time?” He didn’t heard the rest of her words, whatever she would say. And this was because she’d said ‘Mao-san’. Wasn’t Ming Zhu’s last name 'Mao’? No, there was no way that could be, right? They didn’t kill anyone. Or….had they done so, what did that mean for them? Were they still here? He moved his head about, scanning the group for a familiar face or two, ANYTHING. Where were they?! What had he missed? Was everything ok? DID HE REALLY SEE A DEAD BODY?! What the hell was going on? On and on his head pounded with question after question as he scanned the room from where he stood more frantically.  Instead of going up to and asking someone for clarity, the boy fell down to his knees and took deep, yet erratic breaths. If he could just breathe. If he could just count to ten and let whatever horrific reality sink in. As he held his knees close to his chest, Artie continued his erratic breaths, the tears falling down his cheeks before he realized he was crying too. He wanted to ask the question, but he was scared of the answer. What had that bastard cat lady done to everyone? What had he missed?  He just sat there, wide eyed while trying to catch his composure, but it would take some time.

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Hi guys!!!

So I'll be home Friday. :3 I should be able to work on replies, provided I'm awake! I'll be time laggy but I'll be home!!!!!