Just a performer.

Rosimar locks in his vote for Sachiko Mai.

MASTERMIND VOTE FOR SACHIKO MAI NOW REGISTERED.

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Rosimar calls for a Mastermind vote.

MASTERMIND VOTE REGISTERED.

VOTES REGISTERED: 04 / 07

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deixe acabar | rosimar | trial | re: kazumi

"I-I also call for a mastermind vote!"

Rosimar didn’t usually speak during trials, and so his sudden shout surprised even himself.

"We have the chance now, so let’s end this! No more deaths. Let’s all listen to Kazumi-san explain herself."

The clown’s fists were gripped tightly to his sides. The anticipation had built up so much that he was tense all over, impatient. To think that soon they would be out of this hell…

Well, either that or… Either way, it was finally going to be the end.

quase no final | rosimar | re: body discoveries

It was… quite shocking. This motive that no one had really taken seriously had already yielded two deaths. A sense of desperation was certainly in the air; someone had been desperate to get out of here, while everyone else was desperate to put this cruel game to an end.

Rosimar was on the latter side of the fence. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to describe him as ‘excited’; the sight of the corpses was a torturous image, but also one of finality. He could feel things piecing together in his mind.

This would all be over soon. And whether he survived it or not, he couldn’t let any more lives go to waste.

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isso é tudo? | rosimar | re: motive

This was quite an odd motive. Not many people relied on the communications tower. If someone cracked under the pressure of it, the suspects would be very few. In fact, it might even be more dangerous to kill over this motive than any other.

He supposed that people could snap at any time, though, and use the fact that the fact that they don’t need the motive as a scapegoat.

Rosimar was a little disappointed that he would no longer be able to speak to Hoshiko. He had promised to speak to her every week. Well, maybe by next week he would be able to. That seemed like a grim thought, even though it was logical.

People would have to be cleverer with their murders. There weren’t many people left now.

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Before the motive was released, Rosimar checked around the gondola lift and in the ski supplies room. Did he find any evidence pertaining to Monokuma's death there?

It does not seem like anything around the room was used for his ‘death’, but way before the motive, Monokuma’s body has disappeared only leaving behind the chains that held his wrists together, and the door of the lift completely broken.

Masanori I Finally he moves I Dorm > Lobby [RE. Rosimar]

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Masanori nodded and followed along, seeing no reason to otherwise honestly. He was curious what Rosimar had wanted to talk to him about, and the only way to find out was in fact to follow along. Though thinking like that didn’t feel right to him, he couldn’t guess why.

Rosimar’s statement had surprised him though, blinking at the statement. The very fact of hearing something like that in this situation was unexpected, though anyone could have gotten that right?

"… M-Me? I mean I’m kind of tired but considering everything…"

He’d just attributed that to being mostly stuck inside, he wasn’t used to being inside wasn’t he? He’d grow up mostly outside, this entire place was very different of an environment wasn’t it?

That had to be the first time he’d really thought about it honestly. It seemed to slip his mind a lot.

"Well we are stuck inside, I.. I guess I haven’t gotten used to it even now… Though I thank your concern."

Had that been what he had wanted to talk about? Not likely, thought it was certainly something he could guess.

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Masanori's constant pausing was a bit worrying still, but Rosimar supposed he should get used to it. The people he hung out with back home - or wherever home was going at that particular time - were always extroverts, so much so that he didn't have to say much himself.

"I see. You know, I understand that. I was barely inside ever, I just lived in a tent, so..."

Did that make him sound adventurous, or just like a homeless person? Well, now was not really the time to explain. It was not what he had wanted to talk about in the first place.

Once they reached the living room he took a seat, sighing like he was exhausted when really he'd only been walking around for half an hour tops. He took out the notepad and pen that Johannes had gave him and sat it on his lap.

"This is what Johannes gave me."

He gestured for his companion to sit down, and then wrote on it in an oddly cursive Japanese: "We can write things on here that we don't want the bear to hear. Clever, right?"

Masanori I Finally he moves I Dorm > Lobby [RE. Rosimar]

When Masanori had finally left his room he was looking a bit better than he had after the trial. Though, anyone would have looked better after some times passed after something like that. Such a thing was draining and time would be needed. And he had taken the time. Sleeping just about most of it. Sleep was fantastic.

And he ended up looking around, not perhaps paying the closest of attention perhaps but he was glancing around. You can never see the same thing too many times.

Okay that was a lie at best, but he liked finding somethings the same in this place where things did keep changing.

For once he actually heard the other person approaching, and turning his head to look as they spoke up he at least recognized the face. The last encounter had completely slipped his mind at this point, it wasn’t something that you thought about in a serious situation after all.

"Ah, nice to see you as well Mosso-san."

He said with a nod, continuing to listen to what the other had to say. Johannes? Admittedly he didn’t think he had so much as talked to the other one during their time here… That wasn’t perhaps the best idea, but he certainly can’t help his own aversion to talking even at this point.

The cut off of what Rosimar said made sense, he could guess the cause. It wasn’t much that they were not to perhaps spill to much. He’d learned that to some more of a degree.

"S-Sure."

He said with a nod, he would definitely be fine with talking to someone now. And Rosimar was honestly probably one of the few people that he wasn’t… Well trying to avoid at the moment. He wished no to think more into that.

"But, what did you want to talk about?"

Speaking up now felt okay right?

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Masanori was as quiet as ever, he noticed. Well, no; now he seemed even quieter than before. That wasn't questionable, though. It was fairly obvious how this place could force someone to be more secluded.

"Well, a lot of things. Let's go to the living room, shall we?"

Without waiting for an answer, he turned and started heading for said destination. The lobby, of all places, was probably not the best place to talk about such confidential things.

During this short walk, Rosimar glanced at the other boy over his shoulder, clutching his satchel to his side. Perhaps pretending not to notice that he had not said much recently wasn't what Masanori wanted. Perhaps he wanted him to notice, and to have someone care about him.

"You know, you worry me. Are you doing okay?"

Not exactly the comfort to end all comforts, but he was trying. He hung back a little, just to match the other's pace.

ultraje | rosimar | trial room > dorm > living room | attn: johannes

"I think that even if they don’t, that bear might… If they’re serious enough to kill the bear guy, I bet the bear’s gonna enforce it if we catch the mastermind red-handed!"

Johannes might have felt bad about upsetting Rosimar - but out of all of the people still alive, these were the only people he saw as potential strong threats. Atohi might have been on it, too - if he knew Atohi was alive.

“True! It could have come from the ski lifts after Monokuma fixed them, though… Anyway, I think those are both good leads. We should definitely look on our own, and I’ll leave you a note if I find anything!”

He let go of the notepad and offered it to Rosimar, smiling.

"Why don’t you hold onto this? It’ll probably be useful! I mean, I’ve got one or two extra."

On the top page, he’d scribbled, "Could be useful to show to other members of the revolution!"

Rosimar mulled that thought over, casting his gaze to the side.

"You're right. I guess we do have a fighting chance, then. And I won't quit fighting this time."

He read the words on the notepad and nodded in agreement. There was a sort of excitement tossing his heart and his stomach; he wanted to begin his mission already. When the pad and pen were handed to him, he looked a little startled, but then smiled gratefully.

"Thank you. I don't have anything like this, just bits and bobs."

"I'll let you know how much our rebellion has grown next time I see you!"

And next to that he sketched a smiley face, with a badly-drawn hand that was supposed to resemble a thumbs up. He held back a giggle at himself, and then slid the notepad and pen into his satchel. There was a rising eagerness in his tone, one that had not been heard from the grumpy clown very often.

"I'll see you soon, friend."

ultraje | rosimar | trial room > dorm > living room | attn: johannes

"Yeah, I can hardly imagine… but, you know. It’s gotta be someone. Otherwise, there’d be no point in letting us vote, right? They’ve at least gotta have someone to take the fall, even if it’s not them."

Johannes looked at the notepad and nodded, writing a quick list underneath:

"Most Suspicious:

Genji’s roommate, Akira, Atohi. Masanori?

Least Suspicious:

Kazumi, Makoto. Shinobu?

Consider: The human monobear died in a ski lift. He was killed by either the mastermind or Monobear. 1) He was bound; thus, there was someone strong enough to hold him back or otherwise was able to make him sleep. Former’s more likely, otherwise he wouldn’t have had time to break the window. 2) He died in the ski lift. Why? It would have been inconvenient to bring him there except by his own volition, and we can’t use that area. Maybe he was trying to escape?”

Johannes kept talking while writing, even though it made his writing a little messy.

"Yeah, I think so, too. Maybe it got fixed while we weren’t looking? I mean, you know, it really can’t hurt. Heck, maybe the problem isn’t even a big problem at all! Like, a wire missing, or something super easy, you know? There’s totally a chance!"

"I think we have to win the game on its terms. Doesn’t mean we can’t stack the deck in our favor, though. I bet there’s evidence somewhere pointing to the mastermind!"

"Yeah, you've got a point there. I just hope that they play along to the rules of their own game..."

Rosimar studied what Johannes wrote as he wrote it. He nodded, pretty much agreeing those were likely conclusions, although he was upset that Masanori was placed in the suspicious pile.

"I believe the only real piece of evidence we have to go on in that case is the wire around his hands. If we could find out who could have got hold of that, and from where, we might have a lead. I haven't seen any other clues regarding the mastermind. Perhaps it was just because I wasn't looking out for it."

Admitting his own shortcomings was hard, but still the other student was helping to brighten his attitude. After all, having a ton of different possibilities opened up where he assumed there would be none was a huge game-changer.

"How about we go and take a look at the ski lifts? On our own, so that the cameras don't think we're suspicious. Then we'll meet up again with what we do or don't find."

alcançar | rosimar | > lobby | attn: masanori

The evening of the day that Rosimar had talked to Johannes, he was wondering around the lodge, looking for more recruits. Some people he was a bit apprehensive about, for no reason other than their vibes.

Upon turning a corner and heading towards the lobby, he spotted a familiar face. Masanori had been keeping a bit more hidden; perhaps he had been experiencing the same feelings of hopelessness he had felt. Well, time to pick up his spirits.

"Hey, hey, Masanori! Long time no see."

He didn’t ask him how he was. If he wasn’t feeling well, the question probably wouldn’t be appreciated.

"Did you know Johannes has joined our rebellion? I think it might grow to be quite successful, to be honest…!"

He tried not to say much more. After all, that bear could be listening, and then their only hope of escape could be intercepted.

"Do you want to sit down somewhere? I think it’s just nice to catch up, talk about things…"

He was really getting the hang of this socialising business. It just felt nice, to talk with a familiar face. After all, Masanori had been on his side from the very beginning; sometimes that fact slipped from his mind.

It was hard to remember who your friends were, when faced with impending doom.

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ultraje | rosimar | trial room > dorm > living room | attn: johannes

"Y-yeah, don’t worry, I understand. Three heads are better than one and all, yeah… And because you can only really see the cameras, right? Not the mics."

This venture suggested was already giving him hope. He procured a notepad from his pocket and quickly wrote something on it, before closing the notepad and handing it to Rosimar and proceeding as normal.

"We can definitely discuss! I think I have a good few ideas, and we should maybe get a-hunting to maybe see if we can find the mastermind in this mess, or maybe just an out! Maybe get that ski lift working again?"

That one was just an idle improbability; a makeup artist, a horse jockey, and a clown had no substantial hope of making a ski lift work.

In any case…

The notepad’s contents were one single sentence:

“If someone kills, I think we need to try a mastermind vote.”

"Those are some really good ideas... I completely forgot the mastermind. It's so hard to imagine that one of us actually has the gall to do all of this shit..."

Oops, some improper language spilled out. Still, the anger was still lingering. He was pumped. If students were permitted to break stuff, this room would be in shambles by his wrath.

Looking at the notepad, he nodded in agreement.

"Watch everyone closely, and mark off the people you think are least suspicious."

That was how real detectives figured out crime leaders, right? Rule out the improbable, then make a case for the probable. Yes, it had to work, one way or another. Rosimar really had no leads at this point, though.

"It would be cool if we had a technician or something. It might be worth taking a look at the ski lift, though."

Again he started to write on the notepad.

"Maybe, if it gets to the point where this game cannot be beaten, we could take as much as we can and see how far we can get, out there in the snow."

People had described the icy plains out there as a death sentence, but... wasn't that what they were living through every week, in this place?

ultraje | rosimar | trial room > dorm > living room | attn: johannes

"A-ah—?"

Johannes had been lounging in the living room, relaxing, and suddenly there was a Rosimar! He remembered Rosimar; they’d mentioned something during the ballpit party and he’d latched onto it, he recalled, and he really wasn’t sure about them, but SUDDENLY ANGRY VOICE??? What happ-

Oh.

A rebellion? … That sounded… Pretty nice, actually.

"Well, what’s the alternative?"

Johannes laughs almost depreciatingly for a moment, before gently smiling at Rosimar.

"I’d love to. I… I don’t want more of us to die. I just… want this to end, you know?"

The smile stuck, in spite of his vaguely angry and sad tone. He was considering asking more questions - but he was curious about Rosimar’s reply before anything else.

The clown let out a long breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. The relief of having someone, even just one person, on his side lifted a lot off his shoulders. If he had no self-control he probably would have fainted to the ground in exhaustion.

"Yeah. Like... Jeez... I don't want to give up so easily. Even if..."

Johannes should be able to fill in that gap himself. A million things that had happened in this godforsaken place could fit there.

"It's only us and Masanori at the moment. But you know, three heads are better than one. We just discuss possibilities, how to avoid the cameras, things like that... Although it's better to do on paper."

He hoped the other would be intelligent enough to understand why that would be. The more he spoke about his little rebellion, the more he was satisfied. Even if they didn't get anywhere, he wanted to have hope, grasp at the tiniest straws. It was better than the alternative.