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"...Please leave a message after the beep." ....Beep." DR OC roleplay blog for Yuki Wakahisa, SHSL Behavioral Psychologist Affiliated with Tripoli Express

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When Masae awoke, she felt a lot worse than before. The first thing she realized she needed to do was catch up on what she missed during the last minutes of the trial before she stumbled out the door and into her cabin to sleep. She groggily lifted her ID to her eye level, and began reading the transcript.

‘a… few extra cars…?’

Masae flipped to their maps and looked at the new additions… Karaoke… the infirmary? The… gym… She was honestly too tired to even realize what she was reading. Glancing at the time, the speedcuber noticed she slept for a little under an hour. She dragged herself out of bed- luckily, her roommate wasn’t there to see her in such a state either. Sighing heavily, Masae stood up, stretching for a few seconds.

Gathering a new outfit, she made her way to the bathroom, conveniently as always, right next to her cabin, and took a quick shower. Plastering on all the bandaids she realized she needed, Masae walked out of the bathroom with her hair still damp, and still put up into her trademark ponytails. Pulling on the ponytails just a little tighter, Masae looked around the hall. Suddenly, she held her head for a moment- it seemed that she was getting a headache of sorts. Sighing in pain, a few deep breaths later, Masae seemed to be fine. For now. Looking up to the hallway, she saw a familiar face.

Straightening up a bit, she gave a polite smile and a wave to the other student. Scratching her face for a moment, she looked at her hands, which had a lot more bandaids than usual, but it didn’t stop from Masae walking up to them and start signing with a bright smile on her face- or at least as much of a smile as she could muster.

☞ Wakahisa-san! How are you feeling? I haven’t talked to you in a while…

Even though they were one of the few people Masae had the pleasure of be able to use JSL with, she hadn’t lingered with them as much as she did with… other people. Either way, it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be thrilled to speak with them at all. She waited patiently for them to reply, focusing on their hands, knowing that they had a hard time with their own signing.

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Following the post-trial drama, Yuki had beat a hasty retreat to their room, gathering their belongings and dressing in a new, much less formal outfit. Slipping out of the room, they prioritized looking about the new areas, their grey eye flickering warily about. However, they felt as though they were safe enough, though on further thought the emotions caused by the trial had resulted in the behavioralist neglecting how tired they were. Though there were new areas to explore, and besides, they could always figure this “resting” matter out later, right? 

And currently, they had made their way from the gym to the karaoke room at a slow plod. Eventually, they leaned against the wall of the hallway they were in, glancing about. Soon, they found themself lost in their thoughts once more, of the situation, of the new areas, and of why the execution was an execution and seemingly designed to humiliate the recipient. And he hadn’t even known it was coming most likely, had he? Still thoroughly disconcerting, even if they didn’t know the person. 

But it was still a human, and human lives were something they valued highly. Perhaps there was still some way to fix this, to free the others there, even if Yuki’s own wellbeing was placed on the line. They were surprised at how calm they were about this prospect, that they would try their hardest to aid the other students escape, even after seeing the price that they might have paid. Abruptly, they were brought out of their thoughts as a noise at the back of the cart sounded, and they turned to discern its origin.

Ah yes, Masae Atoshi, someone... they didn’t admittedly know well, but they could easily be fixed. Returning the gesture, grinning, and bowing back, Yuki nodded at Masae as she signed towards them, returning with a few gestures of their own.

<<Hello Atoshi-san. Ahh, I’m... a bit unnerved after that spectacle, but the train guardian person did warn us... quite unfortunate, though, indeed. I hope you are doing well, I noticed...>>

Yuki’s signing was slow and deliberate, and after the first part of their sentence, they stole a quick glance at Masae’s hands before deciding not to comment.

<<...That they drew the entire ordeal out? I do not think that is legal in real life, even if I am not a lawyer or specialist in legal affairs. I am but a simple psychologist, heh. Is everything alright, though?>>

And they would leave it as such. 

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Yuki shrugs intensely and attempts to punch in a vote for themself.

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Argument that Carries You Over a Disproportionately Small Gap || Yuki || Trial 1.2 || [Re: Ichigo, Masae, Uto]

Yuki hadn’t spoken up for another long while, and quite frankly they were slightly confused by everything that unfolded. Something about a wire, a wire that might have come from someone’s room being the weapon instead of the knife. That was only logical, was it not? That’s what made the most sense, if the wire matched the wound then the wire was the weapon used to kill. Everyone did appear to be doing a fair job as well, and there were already solid theories being put into place. Twisting their hair more rapidly around their finger, they decided that now was the best chance to talk and perhaps reach some firmer conclusions. There wasn’t any use talking theoretics, now was there?

 "Uhuh…. Handwriting is easy to fake, but someone would still have telltale signs to their writing, right? Atoshi-san saw my handwriting. Also, I do not believe she’s the culprit in this entire ordeal either…“

Tilting their head at the description of the wire, they fiddled with their hair once more, bringing it against the palm of their hand and looking down at it. 

"Wire with small wires wrapped around it. Regular string, or… musical instrument string? Piano wires look like that, though I do not know if there is a piano hereabouts. Also, Atoshi-san, I feel as though it would not be illogical that there would be a string like that in the Monomachine, either. It is logical that it must come from someone’s room, however, more logical than illogical.”

That didn’t make much sense, but alright. Back to the arsenic. Theories were something they were busy coming up with, and the psychologist turned back to Masae, gears almost visibly turning in their mind.

“Arsenic could have been used as a distraction. The killer clearly thought this out already, using the knife to cover up the wire. Who’s to say that they just didn’t take it one step further? Either that, or they were paranoid they didn’t fully kill poor Momotani-san. She tried her best, and got so far, and yet this ends up happening. For shame.”

Discussions of showing off hands was taking place, and Yuki decided not to show their hands but rather to speak in response to that, as well. 

“Perhaps following this track would be the rational thing to do? Handwriting is fake-able, but I’d imagine that the culprit couldn’t write very well if their hands are injured. Uhuhu… Showing off hands is a very good idea, in that case. Particularly people who might be suspect-able! Do we have any suspects yet?”

And then they didn’t make any motion to show off their own hands. Thanks a lot, Yuki. 

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Can You Call This a Trial? I Didn't Receive a Court Order || Yuki || Trial 1.1 || [Re: Echo, Sumire]

Yuki had been doing nothing more than wander around ever since the body was found, staring at the counter listlessly. The commencement of the trial felt like a long ways away, and when it was called, they hurredly followed Monoshi’s instructions, entering the cabin and staring around at the makeshift circle. The behavioralist took their position, waving at the other students. The individual was quiet and pensive during Echo and Sumere’s testimonies, and they played with a strand of their hair, eventually speaking. 

“Ah, introductions. Introductions, my name is Yuki… Wakahisa. Super High School Level Behavioral Psychologist, ahh… It’s a pleasure to meet, even if it is in less than fortunate circumstances.”

Bowing their head slightly, they felt the knot in their chest twist about, and they folded their hands in front of them as they continued to listen. Hopefully they could contribute something, but as it was, they didn’t know what else to add. 

“Mmm, if it means anything, I didn’t know the victim beyond what she did at the start of all of this. A brave and most unfortunate thing. Perhaps the culprit knew the victim personally, ahh…”

Staring back up, the person next to them spoke, and they blinked in response. Echo was their name, who found Nanami dead. Pondering something for a few moments, they spoke up once again, their voice still neutral in intonation.

“Perhaps someone noticed anything prior to the victim’s discovery? It was a rather odd time to kill at, but I’d think that, well… Culprit-sama didn’t want to be caught. Surprisingly enough. You’d figure they’d be more co-operative, but no.”

Shrugging, Yuki then continued on their train of thought.

“Well, anyways, I feel as though, considering the circumstances, it might have been that the victim and the culprit… met each other? And then a mess ensued? Did anybody find a note of any sort while investigating, because I didn’t.”

Thanks for that. Anyways, on to what they did find.

“Victim’s breath didn’t smell like anything. Leads me to believe that Momotani-san didn’t actually ingest the poison. Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t arsenic smell? Garlic would also be a funny choice, but… either way, the victim definitely did not ingest any of the ginger ale. Garlic also interferes with certain medications if I remember correctly, despite me not being certain of this statement. Nikos-sama…. would you inform us if the cup of ale was partially filled or completely filled or neither?”

And to Sumire, they shrugged their shoulders once more.

“You want to exercise your olfactory system? Go right ahead.”

They posed. Thanks for that, Yuki.

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Arrives 10 Minutes Late with Memebucks || Yuki || Body Reaction

After the entire debacle with Yelena and Nanami and the pirate person, Yuki believed less and less that the situation was being organized by Hope’s Peak. No, it couldn’t be a joke at this point. Someone was injured. They were told to kill. There really was absolutely no room for doubt at this point. No, and  they started slightly at the thought of someone targeting them. A day had passed, and their nerves were starting to fray raw; Yuki had been able to sleep but fitfully, and they were still blearily half-conscious as they finally rose, tripping on their sheet and landing on the ground. The psychologist picked themself back up, turning to walk to the door and opening it slightly. The second they did this, a scream rang out, and they started, the door swinging open. Back to the room they went, changing into their normal attire, and going at a brisk power walk to the direction of the scream. 

…It was definitely nice having long legs. 

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“…..I I’m… Sorry…? I’m…”

Yuki sounded decidedly unsure as they looked down at the body, their mind whirring. What was going on here? Had someone actually taken the bait and killed one of their classmates? What would happen after they did? 

…Why Nanami, who hadn’t done anything?

They appeared to be holding back tears as they glanced around at the rest of their classmates, putting up a hand to their eye and dabbing at the corner. At the very least their eyes appeared glassier than usual, and the tall individual knelt down, covering their nose and mouth with the same hand. The smell was cloying. Blood wasn’t unfamiliar to them in terms of scent, they remembered when their fathers went to take care of them after they fell, or when they were cut accidentally. But this was so overpowering, and not quite like anything else they had ever experienced. 

But there Nanami was, spread-eagled on the floor, looking vaguely confused and frightened. Whatever happened must have been painful for the girl, and Yuki continued staring at the body as Monoshi came along and spoke about a trial and an investigation. Oh, so it really was like a procedural. Truthfully crime scene investigation wasn’t Yuki’s forte, but they would try at least. They would try for the fallen tarot card reader. 

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“Heh heh… I think… simply trying our hardest in this case would be ideal. It’s what Momotani-san would have wanted, right?”

Turning to the side, their expression fell, leaving nothing but Yuki staring blankly at a pool of blood and the thought that they needed to investigate. There was no time to feel sad. 

There was no time to feel confused.

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Chirp chirp, m'roomie | Ichigo | Prologue | ATTN: Yuki

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Their roommate was certainly good with words, weren’t they? They sounded so… uh, what was the word, eloquent? Professional? Yeah, that sounded just about right to the harmonicist.

“Dun’ think there will be any problems, so y’ good, Wakahisa-san. And ye’, we did. ‘S all a bit strange w’ how we got ‘ere ‘n all, but it doesn’t seem t’ bad… I think?”

At least they’ve been briefed in and had everything necessary around - food, drinks and a place to sleep in.

Anyway, it seemed like as if the bird was drawing attention yet again. Well, they couldn’t blame people for that, given that it was a peculiar sight… Not to mention that they’d been surprised by its presence as well at first.

“Not really, ‘s not even mine. Dunno how it got ‘ere in th’ first place, t’ be ‘onest. Think it’s one o’ th’ sparrows that visit m’ family’s farm sometimes. We never gave ‘em names, ‘cause they’re not ours and it didn’t seem ‘ight t’ give ‘em one. Sparrow works, ‘m guessin’.”

That was probably not the answer one would have expected, but it was the truthful one.

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Yuki was enjoying this conversation so far; their roommate appeared a nice person, if not all that talkative, and they didn’t appear to mind the psychologist’s use of verbal prose. Hopefully. 

“Alright, if you say so. Again, if there are any issues, please don’t hesitate to bring it up. But yes, it is a bit of a strange situation, is it not? We suddenly find ourselves in a train without any indication of what we were doing, and I am fairly sure I did not see anything that Hope’s Peak sent out about a train journey. I’d like to think of the whole place as a chance to forge bonds, but I do agree it’s a little odd. A bit run down, though, ne?”

That appeared to be what bothered them, instead of the lack of warning. No, what they found odd was that Hope’s Peak didn’t bother with a cleaner car. 

However, they were cheered up by the bird, glancing over at Ichigo once or twice. Yuki straightened up in surprise as the revelation came that the bird was as much of a surprise to the harmonicist. 

“...Well, it is still awfully cute. Maybe Hope’s Peak gave it to you as a gift? Though what you said is also logical, that it came from your farm. Hmm, sparrows are a frequent presence in the country areas, right? Also, Sparrow seems like a nice name! It’s very descriptive, I must say.”

Another pause, during which they considered what their cohort said.

“You said you came from a farm, right Sanada-sama? ...Do you happen to live in Hokkaido, out of curiosity?”

They appeared to be more attentive towards Ichigo now, though the sparrow was still given glances, though less frequently. 

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Chirp chirp, m'roomie | Ichigo | Prologue | ATTN: Yuki

Some time had passed since Monoka left them to their own devices. After receiving help with their keycard, Ichigo knew at least who the first stranger they’d seen was - it had been their roommate, a person named Yuki Wakahisa. Behavioural psychologist, as the keycard told them. This sounded like an incredibly smart talent and they could respect that.

It might be a good idea to get to know them, given that they’d be spending quite some time together from now on.

Naturally, they had to find them first in order to get acquainted, but where could they be? They could be back in their room, but they could be also exploring the train…

Ah, it wouldn’t really help them to overthink this - better to follow their gut feeling. Thus, the harmonicist started to walk around - it’s not like as if the cars were excessively big, so it shouldn’t be too bad. Good thing that the interior was so straightforward in terms of getting around - they didn’t want to get lost right off the bat.

In the end, their feet had carried them to the study room. Upon entering the room, they had to admit that the atmosphere here was a pleasant one - and would you look at that, they actually found their roommate!

It was good that the height difference wasn’t too big between them - at least they didn’t need to bend down in order to reach someone’s eye level.

“… Hey there. W’ve seen each other b’fore. Y’re m’ roommate… Wakahisa-san, ‘ight?” ‘M Ichigo Sanada, nice t’ meet y’.”

They bowed down a bit, before straightening themself out again. The bird chirped in tune as well, bouncing a bit around the kasa before settling down again.

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Following the clearing up of the questions they had about the train, Yuki was feeling much more at ease, and they stared down at their ID card quizzically. They were leaning against a wall a little ways away from where the speech that the stewardess gave them took place. Some time had passed, but they felt slightly drained from what took place, and as they scanned the piece of technology in their hand, they noticed that they were assigned a room. Furthermore, they were assigned a room-mate, who presumably would be staying with them in the aforementioned room. 

And a harmonicist sounded like an interesting talent, even. Yuki wasn’t very musically-inclined; therefore their new roommate was even more admirable. Though perhaps exploring would be the better option. 

As they still had energy left, the behavioral psychologist made their way to what seemed to be the most appealing location at the moment, the study room. They felt as though they’d be spending plenty of time there, especially if there were engaging novels. Throwing a glance around the room, their gaze was met by shelves of books. Letting out an ecstatic chirp, they walked over to the nearest shelf, removing a book and thumbing through it.

Their attention was removed from the newest thing of interest when they heard the door open, and someone walk in. Turning to the side, they watched as the other person approached, moving the hand holding the book to their side. They listened as the new individual made their introduction, and then responded following it, bowing deeply with their hands clasped in front of them. 

“Ah, hello. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I’m Yuki Wakahisa. And if the card’s right, then yes, I am indeed your roommate. I hope that I’ll be a satisfactory one, and if you have any issues please don’t hesitate to talk to me about it. Ahh, with that said, we met each other at orientation, right?”

Yuki stared at the other, pausing as they did, before turning their gaze up to their face, opening their mouth once more. Their attention was caught by the chirp, and they noticed the bird perched on the other’s kasa.

“Woah, that’s an awfully cute bird you have there! Does it have a name?”

Any stiffness they bore previously was dispelled as they blinked at the bird cheerfully, awaiting a response. 

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also, if anyone needs a visual reference of yuki

this is what they look like. their bottom half is pretty boring too? dress pants+fance shoes+spats. yuki pls you’re going on a train

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hello, hello! i am mai, freshly 20 years of age, and go by they/them pronouns. i would greatly appreciate it if you could tag your rib trauma or depiction of harm being done to the ribs, along with flashing/loud links being given a warning in-chat. i live in PST, which is GMT-7 i believe! i have also been in such games as semester of desolation 1 and kyuupiikei, and now here.

my oc would be yuki wakahisa, shsl behavioral psychologist, who goes by they/them pronouns, and they’re... something. actually, they’re not very well-known unless your character is invested in psychology. they assisted in writing a hugely-selling book about behavioral theories in conjunction with other fields of psychology, and had their name listed in the credits, but your oc would have to be really invested in the field, especially online forums, to know who they are. but in short, it’s completely possible!

as for shipping? they’re panromantic demisexual, but shipping with them can be a little difficult. romance isn’t exactly the first thing on their mind, but who knows.

anyways, i hope we have a fun game! and yuki being rekt, smh.

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                      ’The train is pulling in…make sure you have all your bags-

                                          It’s going to be a long trip.’

Welcome to Tripoli Express. The following Hope’s Peak Academy Students have been selected to go on the trip of a lifetime! 

Kiyoshi Seki, SHSL ASMR Performer

Yuki Wakahisa, SHSL Behavioural Psychologist

Hibiki Kasuga, SHSL Contemporary Dancer

Akiyama Tarou, SHSL Harbormaster

Ichigo Sanada, SHSL Harmonicist 

Yotsuya Ikue, SHSL Horror Storyteller

Theodore “Teddie” Hickson, SHSL Hoverboarder

Hachirou Hisakawa, SHSL J-Drama Actor

Nahoko Konishi, SHSL Linguist

Iwane Otsuka, SHSL Locomotive Engineer

Natsuno Okubo, SHSL Love Interest

Matsuzaki Seiji, SHSL Pet Rescuer

Kobo Wakai, SHSL Sandwich Artisan

Masae Atoshi, SHSL Speedcuber

Yelena Akiyama, SHSL Student Council President

Nanami Momotani, SHSL Tarot Card Reader

Uto Uda, SHSL Taxidermist

Sumire Meiji, SHSL Terrarium Artisan

Endō Fujimaru, SHSL Violinist

Shino Shiriaishi, SHSL Voice Actor

Thank you for applying to Tripoli Express! All accepted members will be added to the OOC chat momentarily. 

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