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"if the law can't get you, i will" status : alive & kickin'

[romantichydrocity]

Anyway here’s wonderwall || Morgan || Chapter 4 || Open

Morgan found themselves recklessly wondering around the forests outside the Dark Academy alone, as a sort of outlet of dealing with the previous trial and past events. Something about the whole situation weighed down on their shoulders. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was the old neon hoodie, maybe it was the crippling realisation that they needed a better form of escape from reality right now- whatever it was, it didn’t feel good.

The forest was pleasant, they thought. The aesthetics were nice if you thought near constant rain was good and a general gloom to the place. Morgan didn’t particularly like it but there was something about the fresh air that was supposed to help with lifting moods or something. 

This portrait had a number of pros they guessed. Fresh Air, Constant Rain, A school, Trees to avoid their classmates or potential dangers roaming the actual academy. Those two things could be two sides of the same coin if you really wanted to look at it like that. But Morgan knew better than this! No one else wanted to murder, surely. Their friends could make it though! Totally! Absolutely! That was a rant but right now optimism was their only defense line.

Still in a state of avoidance, they navigated the trees and every now and again stumbled upon blank gravestones jutting out of the ground. Ah! Finally! Purpose was found as Morgan now slopes around the murky forests, looking closely at the scattered gravestones. Nice.

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Jotaro wasn’t feeling so great after the trial. His mood had hit a hurdle, and he wasn’t getting over it soon. It felt strange. He never felt negative emotions for this long. But looking back, he had lost Silas, his only means for living, and lost Alice, the person he swore to protect but failed. And all the culprits and other victims, he lost them too. If he could've just...done his job....protect everyone...

But he couldn’t

And he didn’t.

Not realizing someone else was in this wide landscape, Jotaro squeaked in suprise to see Morgan approaching his little area of clearing. 

“M-morgan-chan. How are you?”

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| Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Reaction | Open

Trying to figure out why Luna was bawling her eyes out, Jotaro came closer to the water fall and looked around. The moment he saw brown eyes, and brown hair staring back, he fell to his knees and felt his entire body pale.

His papa, his mama. 

His parents. 

Tears bubbled on their own, causing a rush of tears to slide down his cheeks. He reached into the water, trying to get to his family, only for it to be fruitless. Damn this magic castle! Why couldn’t physics work like normal and let him touch his father’s hand?

Why did they look so upset? Well, it meant they didn’t expect or want to be here but Jotaro pondered deeper than that. Were they disappointed in him? Were they disappointed because he got them into this mess, and disappointed because he could do nothing to save him besides kill another, which would only hurt his relationship more. If he killed someone, his parents would only see what they saw from when he was kidnapped, with that bruised tattoo staining his face. They’d see Yuu’s son, not the one they raised. And if he did nothing? They’d be trapped, possibly die because who knows what this wretched castle would dawn on them. 

“Papa....” He reached out, and though he could only touch water, he tried to get deeper, with his sleeve now wet. “Mama...Papa....please...don’t....hate me.” More tears. “I’m not like them, I’m not....like them..but I can’t save you....i....” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

Collapses in sobs. 

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Juzo’s Babysitting Service | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Juzo

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It was strange there could be such stark differences between only two people. Not to say they were complete opposites, they probably had more similarities under the surface than differences. But it was a curiosity. 

“Just like papa!” He exclaimed, wiggling excitedly in his spot. “He likes black coffee too.” He fixes his posture and joins his hands behind his back. He began speaking in the lowest voice he could muster. “Black. No creamer. No sugar. I like my coffee the way I like my crimes. Easy and done..” He broke out into laughter. “I can’t nail him down that much. You’re probably a better actor than me.” 

:”I guess that’s how life is.” He laid a hand on his cheek. “Pretty places, bad situations.” 

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Tears Not Shed | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Shiori

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“I suppose I’ve always took life for granted.” He looked down at the soiled, rocky ground. “Being a bounty hunter means my life is always on the line, and I’ve always managed to scurry out without major injuries but now...” He held himself, looking up towards Shiori. “Chasing criminals and breaking a bone in the process is nothing. Our lives are always on stake in this place. I don’t like the feeling...”

He emitted a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. “B-but, all our friends are dying. I know we’re here, but what about Kaoru-chan? Masamoto-san? Si-” A pause. “What if I’m not meant to be here, how can I live on knowing I could’ve taken someone’s place?”

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Shot in the heart...er, head | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Red

[red-precision]

“I don’t…want to die. If I could, I would want to live forever. But..that’s…not how living works. Even if I don’t age, or aren’t even human. Everybody dies eventually.”

Yikes. Sad but true. “Purpose is…to me…a goal. My goal, originally, was to…discover…why I made to be immortal, why me in particular.” Red tilts her hat up, clearly disgruntled by what she’s sharing. “I’ll show you later if you’d like, but there’s a reason I call myself Red. And it’s not the eye.” Shifting her gaze down from the floor back to Jotaro, she’s obviously feeling pretty embarrassed right now. 

Mostly about the boyfriend thing.

“….D-damn. Boyfriends? Silas and you?……That’s…you’re really brave to do that. Knew a man tarred and run out of town for loving another man….but that’s just…one…time…” Rubbing her forehead, Red retracts her hand from Jotaro’s shoulder and turns around. “…Ghhhghh…thinking about then…hurts my head.” Thinking about huh? “I’m gonna…live until I can’t. If somebody else would die unfairly…they can…rghh..take me instead.”

That’s the plan, at least. Seems like that didn’t work in the trial at all. Clove still died. Clove died because Red couldn’t be taken instead.

Guilty feelings swell up in the cowboy’s non-existent heart.

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"But if you don't need to die why would you?" Jotaro asked, giving her a weird gaze. "If you can cheat the system why not chance it?" Jotaro moans in irritation, feeling more hot tears bubbling involuntarily.

"Wuh?" He looked up and gave her a dumbfounded look before realizing why she said and acted the way she did. "Love is love. We..felt passionate about each other there's nothing remarkable there."

"Red-senpai." Well she's back to honorific status so he can't be THAT mad still. "I like you a lot and I feel like you're just out of reach, that if you give yourself up I won't have you.." He reached his hand out before retracting in with a sigh. "You don't need to be the hero. Live for yourself and for your loved ones..."

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Juzo’s Babysitting Service | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Juzo

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It was hard to tell whether or not Juzo liked something. With only a portion of his face shown, it made him nervous on what he said or did. The boy curled a small section of hair with his finger, trying to calm his own rising nerves, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way, you just are instinctual- uh, you…know what your doing.” He was usually so good with words!

“It would be a good distraction from what goes on around here.” He traced the part of the barrel with his fingers, continuing to drum them because oh gosh was that noise satisfying. “But..usually, emotions are amplified when drunk, unless you hold your liquor well, which, is none of my business.” What did it even taste like? Why did people like rum again?

“Oh, I suppose not! Never been in a place so peculiar is all.

This happened a lot. Juzo seemed to make people unnecessarily anxious just by being there. It was the lack of emoting that lead to it, definitely. He wasn’t going to start being more animated solely because it made people nervous, but he did feel a little bad for it. He nodded, not furthering that branch of conversation for the now. 

Drowning your sorrows in alcohol… might be mildly tempting. He watched as Jotaro drummed away, Juzo would personally not want to deal with a load of drunk teens. The attack of the man eating plants in the last castle was as close as they’d need. He hummed. “Depends on the person.” he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. He knew people that had gotten completely wasted, they all reacted differently. He himself had never been intoxicated… as far as he could remember, at least. Maybe it was for the better. 

A ‘place so peculiar’ could apply to this entire endeavour, really. This was all whack.  The castle, the shifting of the grounds, everything. “…least it’s nice.” he nods knowingly. It is pretty damn sweet. 

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"Truly..." He picked up his hands and stood near Juzo, with a soft composure. He stood with perfect posture and had his doe like eyes now fixated on the other boy.

"Are you one to enjoy alcohol?" Jotaro swayed in place, looking to exploit his energy somehow. "Oh, you remind me of someone who likes energy drinks!" He made an O shape with his mouth before chuckling. "Now I gotta know! What liquids do you prefer?"

"Nice...perhaps the architecture. But I would think one would not like the situation were in."

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Shot in the heart...er, head | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Red

@red-precision

Stting in what appeared to be the kids’ new livign space, Jotaro looked crossed. He hadn’t gotten over the stunt Red pulled at the trial, and how carelessly she offered herself. Hearing boots, he turned to find the cowboy standing there. He felt tears prick at his eyes, and he got up, pushing her with all his might….so really, she wouldn’t move much just a little push.

“What is wrong with you!?” He yelled. “Do you know how worried I was to lose you?! I just lost Silas, I thought I could count on you to be mature and reasonable, and here you were, offering yourself like you mean nothing. You mean everything to me! Why can’t you see that?”

[red-precision]

Red sure doesn’t feel guilty about being not guilty. Not like its a guilty pleasure, but pulling off the metaphorical bandage of her head wound was difficult at first, but now much less of a burden on her. People now know why and how she became immortal, and why she’s so adamant about her lack of a soul. 

Except…for some reason, Jotaro, sweet Jotaro, still doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand how her life is already spent. Every moment she lived past that one time…

“….Jotaro…” Red softly places a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder…his size and stature…its reminiscent of…somebody Red knows. There’s a fondness in her eyes that resemble that of family. 

“Please…every second of my life after being shot has been a gift I shouldn’t have received. Meeting you, and everybody here………I am thankful. But……..I carry no purpose. Especially here…I….”

Should she even take the time to explain? 

“Understand…loved ones…” 

She meant everything to Maria.

“….Loved ones can go away…even if you sell your soul to keep them with you….I….need you to know that I will be gone one day too….I am not here fairly. The devil will get his due.”

The devil…Dracula…she wanted to kill him personally. But now, that feels like a distant delusion.

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He doesn't cool off immediately. When she placed her hand on him, he shivered, his lips trembling.

"A gift you should appreciate then." He said softly, feeling the urge to hug her with all his might, but even that wouldn't get her senses in order.

"You don't need purpose!" He exclaimed, infuriated. "I don't have purpose, no one really HAS purpose! You still get to live!"

He felt more tears slide down his cheek. "Have you thought about anyone here would feel if you just disappeared or died? Because maybe you don't get the gravity of the situation." He curled his fingers over his sleeves

"People are dying. People have died? m-my boyfriend has died. If I lost someone like you, I..." He was sobbing now. "Exist for me. Exist until you can't."

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Tears Not Shed | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Shiori

@shslthreadbear

Sitting on the ground before the big statue outside of the skeletal cave, Jotaro could be found solemnly studying the statue with a soft, curious gaze. He heard footsteps and slowly turned to Shiori who must’ve been wandering the new areas.

“Shiori-kun.” He nodded a little, altering his pose so that he sat cross-legged on the rocky floor. “This statue is kind of sad. But maybe if we look at it from a different light, she’s actually crying of happiness, not despair.” 

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Shiori sought out the statue too. It was a curious thing to mark the entrance to literal hell. Plus Jotaro was there, and Shiori considered him alright. He put a hand up in greeting, standing and staring at the statue. It certainly was… crying. 

He should try to be sympathetic to Jotaro. He’d just lost his boyfriend after all; that was a terrible thing to happen in and of itself, but even still his other friends, and even himself were under threat of dying. “Maybe. That’s a good way of looking at things, trying to find the bright side. But there’s nothing wrong with it either way. Everyone’s gonna feel bad sometimes. Things get frustrating, maybe you gotta cry.” What an understatement.

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Jotaro looks at Shiori with a curious yet puzzled expression, before what seemed to be the meaning of Shiori's words sunk in. Deep.

He played with his boots, moving around position to position so that he had something to do while they talked.

"You're very realistic and knowledgeable! I admire you.." Starry eyes. "So many emotions cause tears you can never quite pin them all down."

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Juzo’s Babysitting Service | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Juzo

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“Hmm, you’re right.” He shakes his pointer finger and nods towards the taller boy. “What words of wisdom you spill, it must be why Alice-chan is so drawn to you…”

Or because Juzo was the only soul who gave just small piece a shit about protecting the smaller ones. 

“Were you going to drink some yourself?” He asked.”Oh dear, it’s not polite to ask is it?” He sheepishly chuckles. “Never been around this kind of drink. Papa usually locked the wine cabinet, and g-d knows I’d never intrude.” 

He taps on a barrel to hear the sound it made. 

“Strange place to keep such things.” 

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Juzo didn’t really like that comment. He just kind of… did what he did. It wasn’t a matter of being smart or anything. He looked after Alice just… because. People need help sometimes, and as clueless as he could be on how to help, he still tried. He didn’t comment on it, just let it slide instead. 

He shrugs at the comment, he didn’t care if it was rude to ask. “Probably.” he’d tasted wine during family occasions, hard to believe with that mask, I know. “It’s… unique.” knowing this castle, this stuff had probably been ageing for far longer than normal, but it didn’t seem like anything had gone mouldy. It was rather clean, really. 

The sound of the full barrel was a nice deep knock. Really satisfying to the ears, “Not that strange.” Juzo hummed.  

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It was hard to tell whether or not Juzo liked something. With only a portion of his face shown, it made him nervous on what he said or did. The boy curled a small section of hair with his finger, trying to calm his own rising nerves, "I didn't mean that in a bad way, you just are instinctual- uh, you...know what your doing." He was usually so good with words!

"It would be a good distraction from what goes on around here." He traced the part of the barrel with his fingers, continuing to drum them because oh gosh was that noise satisfying. "But..usually, emotions are amplified when drunk, unless you hold your liquor well, which, is none of my business." What did it even taste like? Why did people like rum again?

"Oh, I suppose not! Never been in a place so peculiar is all.

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Juzo’s Babysitting Service | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Juzo

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“Hmm, you’re right.” He shakes his pointer finger and nods towards the taller boy. “What words of wisdom you spill, it must be why Alice-chan is so drawn to you...”

Or because Juzo was the only soul who gave just small piece a shit about protecting the smaller ones. 

“Were you going to drink some yourself?” He asked.”Oh dear, it’s not polite to ask is it?” He sheepishly chuckles. “Never been around this kind of drink. Papa usually locked the wine cabinet, and g-d knows I’d never intrude.” 

He taps on a barrel to hear the sound it made. 

“Strange place to keep such things.” 

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Shot in the heart...er, head | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Red

@red-precision

Stting in what appeared to be the kids’ new livign space, Jotaro looked crossed. He hadn’t gotten over the stunt Red pulled at the trial, and how carelessly she offered herself. Hearing boots, he turned to find the cowboy standing there. He felt tears prick at his eyes, and he got up, pushing her with all his might....so really, she wouldn’t move much just a little push.

“What is wrong with you!?” He yelled. “Do you know how worried I was to lose you?! I just lost Silas, I thought I could count on you to be mature and reasonable, and here you were, offering yourself like you mean nothing. You mean everything to me! Why can’t you see that?”

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Juzo’s Babysitting Service | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Juzo

@pleasantpandemic

Wandering the wine cellar, Jotaro happened upon a familiar face. Huh. Looked like Alice was with someone else. He had wondered if those two were a pair, but he supposed not. He ran over to Juzo and excitedly hopped in his spot.

“Juzo-chan! Juzo-chan! Hey! Can you drink alcohol? I probably could...” He shook his head. “What do you think? Should I break the rules for once? Oh! It’s so exciting...” 

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Tears Not Shed | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Shiori

@shslthreadbear

Sitting on the ground before the big statue outside of the skeletal cave, Jotaro could be found solemnly studying the statue with a soft, curious gaze. He heard footsteps and slowly turned to Shiori who must’ve been wandering the new areas.

“Shiori-kun.” He nodded a little, altering his pose so that he sat cross-legged on the rocky floor. “This statue is kind of sad. But maybe if we look at it from a different light, she’s actually crying of happiness, not despair.” 

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| Jotaro | Chapter 2 | Reaction

No.

No, no

no, no , no.

Jotaro’s expression pales. Normally starry eyes turn bleak and dark. All the color and charisma he usually held had vanished, depleted. He does not move. He does not speak. And yet, streams of tears flow down his cheeks. The already small student becomes smaller, until he is on the floor. He uses his little energy to desperately crawl over like a defeated foe and hover over the once lively body of his lover. 

“Hh-...wuh....” It’s too hard to make a coherent sentence. He curls up next to the body and hugs Silas, squeezing him as if it’d revive him. He will probably not move for awhile.

“....of course I deserve this...” He croaks, feeling his now blood covered hand to his cheek, pinching the tattoo under his eye. It only prompts more tears and yet it doesn't stop. “Of course I deserve this.” He repeats, squeezing his free hand into a tight fist. “He was right. I’m no better than them, People die all the time. This is what I get, this is what I deserve!”

He pounds the floor before collapsing into sobs, hugging Silas’s lifeless body to his form.

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Domi’s Note #2

before you go, Dominique passes a slip of paper around for you all to take a picture of with your phones… (pic just for mun ease again ofc)

Victim: Silas Cameron

Time of death: During night hours - approx 6 hours ago

Cause of death:  blood loss shattered…. everything

Discovered by: Katsuo

Time of Discovery: morning hours - literally just now

Location Discovered: Garden of Madness