the snark knight rises

Yuuki || 18 || ♎ || INTP Currently in Exaivi (Undying) Sidebar art by N!

[shslsatired]

gachaboi-fumi​:

It’s easy to look for the tells if you know what to look for. Doesn’t really take a social genius or anything to do such a thing but maybe some awareness, something of which Fumi expected Yuuki to have. He situates himself on the couch, sadly he doesn’t allow it to consume him (unlike another seating arrangement he had previously) and instead opts for a hunch, gamer stance.

“Nah, never really saw much of a point in playing fighting games. Yeah I’ve played at friends houses but that’s about it. I don’t get the appeal but it’s better than nothing I guess.”  

Fumi ignores the second question for a bit. He gazes at the game’s character select screen, spinning around the cursor aimlessly before making a decision, choosing the person who he wanted to be. He picks a cheery looking character before directing his attention to Yuuki.

“Do you have anyone that you envy? Or well, someone you wish you could be like, who lives a world apart from you but you know you in your heart that you just can’t? If you can’t name one, choose someone you admire, most of us have someone like that our lives. I think.”

Yuuki was in fact, not a social genius. They were a social idiot. Social moron. Didn’t get how people worked, and never especially cared to. Anything they ever did right in that regard was purely incidental. Yuuki didn’t have any choice but to let whatever they sat in consume them, considering their baby stature. 

“They’re hype as fuck. I’m obviously never gonna get into a real fight, so it’s the closest I’ve got.” Since you mentioned I forgot a to specify game let’s go with... Guilty Gear, if we’re being generous about what Namiko allows in her cult in terms of good taste. “Not for everyone, but I never saw the point in playing gacha games, so I guess we’re even.” 

They didn’t mean that as a dig, but it kind of was one, however they meant it. They remain completely oblivious that that was kinda fucking rude. They pick a weird looking dude with glasses on a bed, ready to start the match, before Fumi’s question threw them for a loop. They hesitated, clearly, before answering, which obviously left them in a terrible position for trying to lie. They wouldn’t get the chance.

“Yeah, of course I do. I’d even go so far as to say someones. It’s not exactly difficult to have your shit together more than I do.”  They leaned back, resting their hands and the controller behind their head casually, for the serious chat they were having. “Everyone wishes they were someone else, someone better. Even the people we admire, even if we don’t realize it. It ain’t ever so easy as just looking at someone and just going ‘I wanna be like that.’“ They turned to face him again. “Why do you bring that up? You thinking about your boyfriend?”

They hadn’t spoken to Fumi much, but they recalled hearing Fumi bring him up during the first motive.

[shslsatired]

gachaboi-fumi​:

So this is all of it, huh?

The AI’s most recent  announcement said so at least. A complete set of sixteen doors, each bringing you to wildly different environments. Which brings him here, Exhibit ξ.

At an initial glance the room seems to be modeled after a normal building, a mundane sort of feeling. Despite that it all feels slightly off for some reason. As he continues to look around he begins to notice things. Just the little details that makes you think: “Something is not right.” That is until he sees a familiar name list.

Various flashes and noises attract his attention, where he sees Yuuki, playing a fighting game? That’s kinda weird for what seems to be a cult house but okay. He’s too tired approach, tired of most things for that matter. He didn’t bring his face mask either so it wasn’t like playing nice was an option. Still, completely giving up isn’t an option, that time was an exception, a necessary one. Fumi Kokonose refuses to be in such a situation again. Finding an answer, he plainly picks up one of the spare controllers and calls out to the novelist.

“You up for a game?”

Sorry, this one’s gonna be a bit short because it is late and I am very sleepy. Yeah, this place sucked. Its vibes were atrocious, not at all as relaxing, and a number of factors pointed at its insidious nature (if your architecture is taking cues from tactics casinos use to keep people from leaving, that can’t be the key to a healthy environment). But it was the only place with video games.

Ah, Fumi. Maskless, too. Yuuki slid over on the couch, to make some room. 

“Don’t got anything better to do. Feel free.” They exited the single player mode and swapped over to versus, setting up the controllers. “You play this shit a lot?” 

Yuuki scanned Fumi’s posture, the expression on his face, the general vibe he was giving off. Yeah, it would be pretty hard to not be fucking bummed out after everything they’d witnessed, as a group. Before they started the match, they turned to Fumi again. 

“What’s on your mind? Besides the obvious.” 

It would be too easy to go ‘general murder stuff,’ as completely believable that would be. Honestly? Just ‘general murder stuff’ would be enough to justify being a tad down in the dumps, But well. Figured they’d ask.

[shslsatired]

freeing-embrace​:

The playful meanness that Namiko had thrown at Yuuki had mostly been expended when their comment about having a boyfriend was finished but it was outright murdered by Yuuki’s response. All Namiko could do was stop, sputter a bit in an attempt to maintain her composure, and then absolutely give up as she laughed at the writer.

“I am sorry I am not to your standards Yuuki. It hurts me a little to hear that though. I mean I can kind of understand it. My cuteness is practiced and fake. My actual personality is rough and jaded. I am nasty and mean. But hey, what can you do? Sometimes life just makes you a nasty bitch.”

She shrugged and stuck her tongue out at the other girl before returning to the ghost search. So far, it had been pretty fruitless. Hope’s Peak didn’t really have a reason to sell ghost plushies. Well, they didn’t have a reason to contain a giant dinosaur exhibit or an aquarium either. So there was some hope. Maybe a cute shark plushy would be a good alternative? Something to remember her connection with Kiaria by?

“So what is your friends name? Oh, can I name them? Like, sir siltbut? Orrr, madame Fluffy Frill? I kind of like Madame Fluffy Frill.”

Yuuki stared her in the eyes. They could give just as much as they could take, at least in that regard. Their attempts to deny Namiko’s cuteness were still. Pathetic and Yuuki had no doubts that yeah. They couldn’t lie about that.

“What, and I’m not jaded? Now it’s you that wounds me.”

Yuuki took pride in being a bitter, cynical asshole, thank you very much.

“Anyway, trying to open as rudely as possible when you’re upset makes you seem like a tryhard, and when people rightfully call you out on it, it’s just gonna make you more upset. So if you want to make your day tangibly worse, feel free to keep it up.”

They stuck their tongue right back. A shark might be good, and much more likely to be present. In Yuuki’s opinion, everyone deserved a plushie to keep them comfy around here.

“Wow, you’re not good at this. I don’t know what I’m gonna name them yet.”

[shslsatired]

shslraya​:

Well. Okay. She was quiet as they waved at her, watching them silently as they walked around the room and essentially blocked her out. She seemed pretty used to it at this point, standing up and stepping over to them to wave a hand and show them her notebook.

[ are you looking for a specific one ? i just did the first bit so if u wanted to do the next room with me i don’t mind. they aren’t too hard, just kinda tedious after a while. ]

My brain refuses to come up with good words to put on this reply. Curse these two for being anti-social and not saying much to interact with each other. Raya was expecting to be shot down, already writing out a new message ahead of time to respond to them before they had even said anything. Considering their last interaction, she wasn’t really all that surprised that they would.

They paused their flicking of the switch for all of a moment to look back over their shoulder, feeling Raya heading their direction. “Sure. I don’t care.” They weren’t looking for any specific one, they were just trying to break the room. Push it to its limits... and then... go even further... beyond! There was a certain joy in finding out just how these things ticked by finding their limitations, what was the most they could handle. It was Yuuki’s inside programmer (i.e. me) speaking.

They finally stopped flicking on the switch, settling on an escape room that, let’s face it, we’re not gonna have time to adequately describe before body drop on Tuesday. Whatever the room was, they sluggishly started going about solving it. They clearly knew what to do, just had... no real motivation to doing it. Waddling around, reading clues without even really sharing them. Mostly just doing their own thing. 

[notlikingbestgirl]

Out of Touch

[hustlerose]

Out of Touch Thursday

[arbyscurlyfries666-deactivated2]

OUT OF TOUCH THURSDAY

[snuv]

but im out of my head when you’re not around…

[morkitten]

[shslsatired]

freeing-embrace​:

Right behind the axolotl loving Yuuki was Namiko, who had wandered into the store during their obsessive fretting. She seemed smug as ever, but unlike when she held a face before, this one was poorly held on. The painting of it was near perfect, but the mask it rested on was cracked and falling apart. They had gotten better since leaving their room, but not by a lot. Guilt and sorrow weighed on them too much.

“Honestly a gift shop in here? I can’t believe it and I also totally do… I wonder if they sell ghost plushies.”

With that Namiko began to wander within the general area of where Yuuki found their own plush toy. The chances of there being a plush ghost was, extremely low, but she was going to try nonetheless. Maybe the school had one cool thing going for it and it respected the coolness of spooky things?

Congrats on finally catching Yuuki at their most vulnerable: rubbing their cheek on an axolotl plushie. Absolutely losing themself to how adorable this thing is. Until they hear Namiko right behind them, and toss it up in the air in shock, fumbling for a second before barely catching it. "You whore! You nearly made me drop him." 

Great. Namiko. Who was now 1.) off the shits, and 2.) likely upset over trial results. This was not an ideal situation for Yuuki, who can only assume Namiko came here to harass them so she'd feel better about herself. Great. And just when they made a new friend too.

"Wow, I'm so sorry for him." They fluffed at their hair playfully. Cute. "Yeah, thanks. Too bad… uh. You. Uh. Too bad I can't say the same about you." That was, unsurprisingly, a lie, as despite being super evil, Namiko was undeniably cute, something Yuuki knew and would never admit. Arguably the super evilness added to the cute factor (aesthetically, only. In every other way it super killed it). "Yeah." They were aware of how much that retort sucked shit. Cute girls just make them weak… somewhat.

Still, it wasn't weakness that ended up making them… lean back on the bullying after that. More an awareness that. Hey, maybe Namiko was having a bad day, and for once, it wasn't her own damn fault. Kiaria hadn't deserved that, and Yuuki saw through any attempts at faked smugness (they were the master of faked smugness). 

"Ugh, we'll help you look." We being Yuuki and their new, currently nameless, friend. They started inspecting the lower shelves of the shop. Fun.

[undyingxiv]

Riddle Me This | Raya Lukova | Chapter 3 | Closed for Yuuki

UUuughhhh. Raya knew that she was pretty intelligent. That much was clear. It wasn’t really bragging, it was just kinda… Knowing. When you spend your life training, you get good at something. That was one of the most basic of facts. But this place as starting to soften her, and that was the worst case scenario she could ever think of. She needed to stay sharp. So, she headed to the room full of escape rooms. She figured that all she needed to do was just get through these.

They weren’t the best, but they’d do. There wasn’t exactly a maths room. She whizzed through the first escape room, taking a breather outside for a moment as she prepared for the second one. They were actually fairly difficult, but… Kinda fun. 

She glanced up as the door opened, offering a small wave. 

[ hey. ]

Wow. No intimidation? No attacks? Just a greeting? Who was this and where was Raya Lukova? 

[shslsatired]

Yuuki had to be in a specific state of mind to enjoy escape rooms. Usually that state of mind required them to be alone in their room, and the escape room to be more like a video game or something. Eh.

They sure saw Raya as they walked in, holding a cup of coffee in one hand, but were not compelled enough to care about how she greeted them. They had bad object permanence, they stopped caring once you were out of sight. They lazily gave her a two-finger salute as they walked over to the switch on the wall.

Flick. Nah. Flick. Nah. Flickflickflickflickflickflick. Nah. Yuuki was hitting the button, mostly for the comedy of seeing the room change rapidly from one to another. Seeing if any of the rooms would bleed together, so to speak. What would happen if they put the switch halfway, they wondered, and held it there? These were the questions that made them curious. Edge cases and load conditions. Besides their initial greeting, they paid Raya no mind.

[shslsatired]

shslroseknight​:

Yuuki’s language aside, she didn’t explicitly need an actual call for help to do what was right - and that was to aid Yuuki in getting the chemical substance out of his eyes.

“Ah, wait–”

But too late, Yuuki already stumbled to the ground. Rosalia winced in sympathy, before she walked over to his side. While she assumed he was playing around, a part of her wasn’t sure whether he wasn’t being genuine with this.

Either way, things had to be done.

“‘Tis hardly enough to fell a lad like yourself. Come, I will guide thee to the river - though ye should wash your eyes yourself, as my gauntlets could do more harm than good.”

With that said, she would grab his hand and pull him up with relative ease - only with enough force that she wouldn’t end up send him flying, of course. That’d be counterproductive to helping him! After that, if Yuuki would allow it, she would place her other hand on his back and gently guide him to the river. She would tell him when to stop and then kneel down, guiding his hands to the water.

“Be sure to wash thy eyes thoroughly. ‘Twill sting for a little while, but ye should be fine soon enough.”

Pathetic as it may have been, Yuuki’s reactions were tragically genuine. They really had no frame of reference for this, and hearing stories about how dangerous sticking stuff in your eye could be.... yeah, not the best decision on their part. They tripped and stumbled over their own feet. Making a complete buffoon of themself.

“Hwuhhhhh. Rosalia?” 

It was deffo her, now, yuuki was sure, and they could tell she was reaching to help them. That was. Nice of her. Expected, from someone who seemed to hold treat themself as some kind of knight, but appreciated. She took the hand and waddled slowly over to the river.

“Thanks for the help, I guess. You really came at a good time.” Despite their grumbling, they had to appreciate it. They’d probably still be whining if she hadn’t shown up.

At the pool, they knelt down, dabbing some water on their eyes, but being careful not to rub it - they weren’t sure why, but they feared that would make it worse. It stung, like Rosalia said, but at least they could open their eyes. Yuuki blinked, a couple times, as if testing that their eyes still worked.

“This chivalry stuff is serious business to you, huh?” Or maybe she was just being nice?

[shslsatired]

freeing-embrace​:

Something seemed to begin to click within Namiko’s mind. Her eyes became focused for a second, and the clouds blocking the sunlight in her mind began to part. Yes, she is understanding. She know now what family truly means! She- wait, no, never mind. She hasn’t changed one bit and in fact is still extremely hard pressed to get what Yuuki is making a point of. There is no way she is figuring this out today. What did collect properly within her mind was a different understanding. Looking up from the floor which she had been transfixed on in her lost state, she locked her gaze on Yuuki. It was a sad, pitiful one. As if Yuuki were a wounded kitten or a hungry child. That was what Namiko saw before her. It was absolutely pathetic, and heart breaking. Something to almost bring a tear to your eye.

“Oh, poor Yuuki. I am so sorry. I didn’t understand.”

There was absolutely no chance that this meant she had figured them out and Yuuki had to know that. She wasn’t that stupid. Namiko leaned forward, slowly getting up from where she sat she approach the spinning Yuuki. Her hands were pressed together in a fretful mashing of fingers and she came closer to them.

“I didn’t realize, that your home life must have been so terrible, so horrible as to make you feel that way. I am, so sorry. You aren’t the best person. You may be a useless neet with no real life skills or ability. But you don’t deserve that kind of thing still. I will try not to talk about it since it is, obvious such a painful thing for you.”

Hold up. What?

Yuuki watched the transition in Namiko’s eyes, realizing that no epiphany had occurred behind them. Rather, they could witness some formulation of some sweet new bullshit. They just kept spinning in their chair, listening with curiosity as to where in the ever-loving hell this was going. 

“I know you don’t.”

And then the clincher. Abruptly, Yuuki just. Stopped spinning. Jazz music stops, except instead of jazz music stops, it’s the spinning that stops. It’s really comical too, just in time to witness Namiko approaching them. They’d wheel away, if they hadn’t just inadvertently cornered themselves against a table. Rip to them, fucking idiot.

“I mean, it sucked, but it wasn’t that bad. I just told you about my siblings, like five minutes ago. Your listening comprehension delayed?” Oooo. Kay? “Wow, thanks that means so much. You’ve done it, you’ve validated me, the pathetic unwashed neet, giving me the strength I need to self-actualize and recognize my worth and inherent dignity as a human being.” Yuuki rolled their eyes. “The less you talk about, the better, if you ask me.”

This had to be a bit. There was no way Namiko was legit doing this. No one could be this oblivious.

[shslsatired]

official-jun​:

“…God, yeah. It’s probably just intended for us to use in a crime scene or something, isn’t it. That doesn’t explain the rest of the props in here, I guess, but we found poison just snuck into an otherwise normal room. WHo’s to say that isn’t what happened here.” 

Since Yuuki arrived on the scene Jun seemed to have given up on exploring the area himself, content to just let his classmate wander around the place rather than move from his spot instead. But their prodding as the costume gets half a wry smile. 

“Ha, yeah, I see it. Internet videos could work out, maybe? It kinda looks a bit like a room I’d set up at home, if not for the like… everything else outside of the camera and somewhere to sit, you know. Begs the question of what kind of videos are being made here, but YouTube’s a pretty big place, huh.” 

But the casual tone of conversation seems to die down pretty quickly along with Yuuki’s descent into sounding more bitter about their supposed location, pulling a frown from Jun. 

“…So then, why are you even here. Why did you bother accepting the invite if you don’t think this place or name is worth anything?”

"Well, in keeping with the theme of very much liking the big murder, they'd have their uses too. Costumes are good disguises, to prevent anyone who happens to see you from recognizing you. Props… yeah. No clue. Maybe those are just there for our benefit."

They just like touching things with their grimy little baby hands, and will not be stopped. They sat down at the computer, idly wishing that it at least had some internet. Obvs, they could use it to get help, but it'd also do a great deal to stave off off the unbeatable unending boredom. The dinosaurs were cool, but this place could only keep someone occupied for so long before the monotony set in. And to think: it hadn't even been a week, had it? Wow, that put it all in perspective.

"I miss the internet." 

Ah, a question they had expected to get asked, sooner or later, if that semester had ended up more normal. Why are you here, if you clearly hate it? They shook their head, a sly grin on their face.

"I never said I don't think this place has value. The opposite, I think its name is worth quite a lot. Ah, but that's the problem, isn't it? I don't think it deserves that reputation. It's the students that do. They'd be talent no matter where they went to school. Hope's Peak takes people they know are talented… and then what? They graduate… still talented? I don't see why the school should be applauded for simply snatching up maladjusted teenage prodigies. It contributes nothing, and takes the credit for its students' successes, with the added bonus of engaging in a casual bit of scummery on the side."  

Oh, they were bitter about this. "I accepted to see how it works. An insider's perspective on how the sausage gets made. This decrepit dinosaur of an institution either needs to have either completely overhauled itself in the past decade… or shut down again. This time for good, to join the rest of the fossils." They had the feeling that despite slapping on "grand reopening" and insisting they'd changed, Hope's Peak still suffered the same problems that caused it to shut down. "So I'm here because of that name i believe in. For the information and the platform I'll need to challenge it."

An… interesting perspective, for sure. 

[shslsatired]

shslraya​:

Her hands worked like clockwork as she worked. As much as she hated people, she just couldn’t stay angry when she was working on her special interest. She was almost smiling, a calm and almost happy look on her face, until she turned her head to see them walking off. For a moment, her face fell. And then, just as quickly as it happened, her face became stone cold. She finished without any of the final touches she usually enjoyed. 

Well, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to it. Stella often got bored when she talked about her special interests, and her reactions were usually a whole lot worse than just walking away. So maybe she was lucky that they didn’t do anything worse to her. She glanced at them, tilting her head.

Right. They wanted her to switch the cups. She did so almost immediately, now a lot more silent than usual. Which was saying something, considering she’s mute. Usually when she made someone something, it was considering godly and she was complimented. People were excited to see what she did, and she relished in that. Her expression betrayed her just for a second.

[ … ]

God, this sucked. 

Yuuki's expression was just as grumpy as ever. Their true feelings and intentions, whatever they may be, if they even existed, remained constantly hidden behind their just all-around exhausted face. They were too tired for these games, they had just wanted their coffee, and then someone had to come along and ruin it. 

They peered down at the cup, their chin resting on their closed knuckles. Yuuki gave off the appearance of someone deep in thought. Over coffee? 

They looked up at Raya, as though trying to read her expression as well. What they took away, what they thought of it, whether they noticed anything, was filed away in secret. 

Back to the coffee. There was no particular fascination. Despite their focus, they were clearly bored. "Tricky, tricky."

There was, of course, nothing tricky about this situation at all, not on Raya's part. They were confident of this. They leaned back in their chair. They had come to a revelation. 

"Switch them." 

[shslsatired]

freeing-embrace​:

Namiko looked like there were several cogs in her brain trying to run in reverse to process most of what Yuuki had said. Now, she wasn’t as smart as Yuuki but even this degree of inability to comprehend what they said was extreme. She was a lot smarter than she often made herself seem and yet here she was. A dead look was in her eyes and it was very likely that if you tried to look within them you would find a group of confused math ladies working together on an incomprehensible problem.  Eventually her what must have been a minute or two of processing sputtered out and she broke. 

“H- Huh?”

Man she was absolutely lost wasn’t she? There was probably a roll of steam flowing out of the top of her head right now from things breaking down. Was this that kind of media? Poor Yuuki was probably wondering what the hell was wrong with this girl. Well, what was wrong with her in a way that wasn’t involved with her being an evil cult leader. That one was obvious. Scrunching her brow together, she seemed to be coming to something but lost it.

“I just… I don’t get it. Of course if your family is awful to you then you aren’t going to treat them the same. I just, don’t understand, the idea, of, being that way. How, do you want to hurt family? You rely on one another. Even parents rely on their children in their own ways. So, why would somebody hurt their family when they have done nothing to them? Why can’t they see a mistake they made and get past it. Like…”

She sook her head and looked at Yuuki with a legitimate expression of distress. Why was this bothering her so much? Shit just happened right? Not everyone was a good person, even to family. Yet while she so easily accepted people were often trash, to be trash to family surpassed her understanding easily.

“Family hurts each other sometimes. It happens. Everyone hurts people on accident or when they don’t mean it but… You apologize, forgive, move on. That’s, how family works! How can you not do that? It’s… You have to!”

At this point it was almost as if she was becoming desperate. Forget it bothering her. This topic was causing her clear pain to process. It was so deeply against her very understanding of what one should do, against her moral code of life, that the mere idea it could be normal was like an act of aggression to her psyche.

Yuuki's expression didn't betray much. If Namiko's confusion affected them in any way, it was impossible to tell by looking at their face. They remained as neutral as ever. Watching this girl try and fail to put together the fact that some families don't like each other, right in front of them? It was kind of embarrassing. How did this girl lead a cult (we know now)? They shouldn't have to put up with this, and they certainly weren't gonna console someone they saw no point in helping for being wrong.

"Oh shit, did Namiko.exe just crash? Why do people hurt anyone when they've done nothing to hurt them? There's so many different breeds of asshole out there. There's assholes like you, who think they're doing everyone a service and are just oh so great. Assholes like me." They tapped on their watch. "You don't even need to be human to be an asshole, Daichi's right here." They tsk'd. "Believe it or not, you don't have to love your family.”

This sounded like the kind of thing that an abusive family would impart on a child, rather than an independent thought on Namiko's part. But that thought didn't last long; Yuuki wasn't here to psychoanalyze the literal (presumed at this point) cult leader.

"You know, for all your talk of society being a problem, that sure is some socially regressive shit you're touting. We should 'forgive?' Even if a family member apologizes, why put the impetus on the victim to consider the value of family? That's ass fucking backwards, and people have no obligation to forgive people who mistreated them, family or no. But hey, what do I know?" 

Yuuki shook their head. They could tell this sucked for Namiko, who'd already suffered a head injury. 1.) They didn't want to make another one, and 2.) There was little point to trying to tell her otherwise, nothing they could say would have any impact. They simply spun their chair away, tucking their legs under it as it spun and collided with a desk. 

[shslsatired]

official-jun​:

“Ha, yeah, I can’t imagine that kind of thing going well even outside of this place. But yeah… I dunno. Even if someone twisted this into a murder-encouraged setup, I still want to believe this is actually a Neo Hope’s Peak building, you know. Cause then it means I didn’t waste my time accepting that invite trying to make something of myself.” 

There was a scowl to punctuate his words, though at least since Jun directed it at the pile of blood packets rather than Yuuki, it was clearly not directed at them. 

But he glanced around the macabre looking recording studio once more, focusing specifically on some of the more grotesque looking props on offer to consider Yuuki’s questions. 

“Kinda is, kinda isn’t. I’ve only just started getting in proper recording studios myself, so maybe I’m missing something. But the equipment checks out. The costumes and stuff… yeah, I think this is for a very specific genre we’re missing out on here if it’s not just a murder game ploy. Maybe down to whoever has the funds or whatever to set up a murder house that just… sucks all the murder evidence away somewhere.” 

Ugh.

“The entrance to this section mentions something about these being for ‘noteworthy students’-” Air quotes there. “Or something, right. Maybe they’re just showing off old students or something. Kinda sucks that they wouldn’t give their new students like me and you their own talent labs, but I guess it’s right up their museum alley. Who puts a school in a museum anyway?”

“Most fake blood looks faker than this.” Which was... worrisome. “If there wasn’t a use of it that’s totally consistent with what’s going on - using it for crime scenes, probably - I’d be more concerned about it. As it stands though? It’s just another shitty thing to add onto the general murder pile of concerns.”

Yuuki, to be frank, didn’t give a damn about whether they were in a Hope’s Peak building or not. The school was a joke anyway, and this, right here, was the punchline. Its best and brightest being locked up and left to flounder around like chickens. They walked up to a large-looking costume and poked at its shoulderpads curiously.

“For the theatre.” Said in that pretentious tone of voice where they pronounce the ‘a’ separately from the ‘e’. TheAter. “Can’t think of anyone but a theater kid who would wear something this gaudy.” They’re in no position to talk about fashion, in their hoodie and sweatpants. “I’ve never been in a place like this, though. For film stuff, most people use like. Actual sets. So maybe it’s like... for smaller things? Like internet videos, or something.”

Thinking face. 

“If it was a museum that was part of the school, I’d buy it. But a school in a museum is weird. It’d become too focused.” They frowned. “If it’s of past classes, then that’s fucked. It goes to show that for all their talk of being about the future, the school cares more about touting its past than it does improving the future.” They remain forever bitter against Hope’s Peak. 

[shslsatired]

shslroseknight​:

Clank clank clank.

As the noises suggested, Rosalia entered the spa with her entire gear on. One could only hope that she didn’t actually intend to take a bath in it, because that just seemed like an overall bad idea!

Luckily, Rosalia had only come here to take a look around first. She could always come later to bath and use the commodoties that this place offered, but right now, she was more concerned whether she could find something that could aid them in their escape.

New places meant new chances, after all, right?

Though it seemed like her actual purpose would be put on hold, because she just saw Yuuki pray themselves in the face with perfume. Oh dear.

“Are thee well?”

She approached Yuuki and tilted her head lightly.

“Ye should wash your eyes quickly. The lazy river shall do for now.”

Yuuki had their eyes shut from the spray, holding their hands on their eyes in concern. “Ah, fuck. Ah, shit.” At the sound of clanking, though, Yuuki was at least aware enough to recognize that. Their head whipped in the direction of the sound, and they were by now to recognize that sound as indicative of the group’s resident nerd Rosalia. A knight here to help them in their time of need.

“I can’t fucking see shit!” 

Eloquent as always, this one. They couldn’t even express that they clearly needed help. So they stumbled around. Waving a hand in front of them. 

“Which way’s the river? Bwah!”

They bumped into the counter, and tumbling down they go. Oh dear. They really can’t see. This is probably way too exaggerated a response but they’re kind of. Just pathetic like that.

“Shit, shit, it got me. I think this is the end for me.” 

Overdramatic much? It’s just perfume.

[shslsatired]

freeing-embrace​:

Yuuki was absolutely right. Something that needed to be said more, just not as much as they actually probably deserved. You don’t just come up behind a girl and bonk her on the head hard enough to knock her unconscious without some level of murderous intent. Luckily she somehow didn’t bite it. Fortune truly did look in her favor. You know, as long as you ignored the whole “Trapped a murder game set to die by explosion” thing. Namiko herself almost seemed a little bitter to acknowledge that Yuuki was probably right, despite feeling it might be true right before Yuuki confirmed it.

“I guess I am lucky to have a hard head then. It takes a lot to get through this skull.” She reached up to lightly tap her head with her fist. Bonk bonk. “Ouch!”

Yeah that was stupid. She was going to go back to sulking instead of trying to make cute gestures. Just image she is making her usual minor but still adorable actions. That and you can also ignore the scowl spreading across her face with what Yuuki told them about their family. She really did take the whole family thing pretty seriously from what it seemed. If it had turned out Raya did those things to her sister instead of the other way around, who knows what Namiko may have done? I do, but do you?

“I don’t have a brother, or sister, or other. I am a lone child, and… If somebody did anything like that to my sibling,”

“I, would, murder, them.”

She was probably just exaggerating, probably. The terrifying nature of her face and, everything, quickly faded back to the usual sadness as she continued.

“It is really shitty that your siblings were awful to you. That’s just, not right. Family is all you have for so many. You can’t choose family, but you are supposed to, you know, help each other. I know that bad households exist, I just. I can’t imagine why? Even an evil, terrible person, should be good to their family.”

Yuuki crossed their arms disapprovingly. Namiko acting in a cute way bothered them, because it was objectively cute and they didn’t like evil people like Namiko being cute to get sympathy points. They pointed out she needed first aid, and would get it if she refused to herself. If only to prove her wrong that they were just some laze-about do-nothing neet.

Made sense, Namiko was an only child, imagine being the sibling to a dude who started a cult, fucking. Wild. Still at her explanation, Yuuki remained nonplussed, and just. Clicked their tongue.

“Okay, calm your tits. You can’t call someone edgy in one breath and then talk about murdering someone while your face gets all shadowy and serious for dramatic effect the next. It’s hypocritical.” 

Knowing that Namiko’s ire wasn’t directed at them had given them back some confidence. Jk, they were never confident. But a lack of confidence didn’t mean they couldn’t be fucking rude all the time. 

"I’ll tell you why that happens. You call society flawed, and that’s true, but that’s only because it reflects the flaws of its component parts, you and me. We as a species were blessed with the level of thought that enables us to look at each other and go ‘man fuck that guy. Fucking hate that dude.’ People will hate each other, no matter what ties supposedly bind them.“ 

Aside from their siblings, Yuuki didn’t hate their family. Their mom was rad, and their dad... he was alright, they guessed. But they never saw themselves as being obligated to be good to them. To love their family above all else. They didn’t get that, pretending to care about people if you didn’t otherwise like them. They cared about their mom because she cared about them, not because she was their mom.

“Who taught you that bullshit? Was it your family? No one’s obligated to care about anyone. Maybe they’re a dirtbag for doing so, but in the end, if someone’s shit to you, you have no obligation to forgive them just because you have the same DNA.” They shrugged. “I hope I never see my siblings again. I don’t think about them, much. And I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual. That’s just how I am.”

[shslsatired]

gachaboi-fumi​:

You know, despite the current situation, looking at dead bodies is actually kind of interesting. Just think of it, imagine the creatures that once were, roaming the earth in their full glory, now reduced to well mere bones. Imposing bones. 

It’s kind of sad honestly, being destined to be put on display simply because you don’t exist anymore. Who knows? Maybe the you, seen and observed, wasn’t the real you at all, simply a vague idea put together by onlookers.

That’s a depressing thought Fumi, but he can’t help but think: The people who died here aren’t going to be remembered for the most part aren’t they? It’s the one thing the dinosaurs have over us. Still, you can’t really wallow in the past forever.

Well back to the actual exhibit, walking around and oof, got hit with a joke out of the blue. A pretty unfunny one at that.

“There seems to be a cryptid here lurking on the grounds here. Do I…

A. Approach the being with an equally unfunny joke.

B. Try to leave slowly, while maintaining eye contact in the hopes that they don’t notice me.”

Well in most gacha games your dialogue doesn’t actually matter so you might as well go with the dumber option.

“What’s up I’m Fumi Kokonose.”

Yup that’s it, that’s the joke.

has No one taught Yuuki that it’s rude to lie down on the floor and talk to dinosaurs when there’s other people around? That it’s immature, that it might. Not reflect the best on them? Yeah, people taught them that, and yuuki told them to fuck off, they do what they want.

They raised an eyebrow at the dude who showed up just as they were probably on the verge of taking a dinosaur induced nap, holding their hands behind their head as a kind of pillow as the kid introduced themself.

“Yeah, I know. What of it?” 

By now, Yuuki’d picked up on who most of their classmates were. No longer could they be so apathetic that they didn’t even know who their classmates were. They looked at their watch now, and had the whole trial thing to go off of. They had names for faces, and Fumi’s mask made him one of the easier ones to remember. Thankfully.

“You’re the one who plays gacha games, yeah? Cheat the system to do it all for free too? Nice.”

They would be willing to hand it to Fumi if he was out here trying to dismantle capitalism, or some shit. Fuck those corporations. They’d never get a cent of Yuuki’s money on a gacha game. Not unless it had some really cute pngs, in which case they might get some of Yuuki’s money, but they’d be emphatically unhappy about it.

[shslsatired]

shslraya​:

Raya wasn’t ashamed of her piano skills, not by a long shot. She had stopped playing only because she was curious on whether they were trying to sneak up on her or not. Once she realised it was the latter, she went back to playing. The song quietly trailed off when she forgot the rest, ending it up promptly and leaning back just a little to stretch. Taking a break was nice, even if she was a little sleepy now. Maybe she could take some inspiration from Yuuki and make some coffee herself.

She stood up from her seat and finished the drink she had previously made before stepping over to where Yuuki was preparing their coffee. She paused for a long time, watching, until a disgusted expression slowly formed on her face.

[ have you never made a cup of coffee in your life? you’re doing it all wrong. ]

She shooed them out of the way, taking control and quietly working. Coffee was one of the many ingredients she used in her recipes, and considering how often she made it for Stella (who was a known picky eater), she was extremely confident in her abilities. She taste tested the coffee they had already made to see how they took it, grimaced, and continued. She made sure to do everything right in front of them so they could see that she wasn’t pulling any stunts.

After pouring two new cups of coffee, she pushed it over to them.

[ try it. ]

She gestured a little, sipping her own coffee as she watched. All hostility went out of the window when it came to her culinary arts. It was a comfort thing, and like hell she was going to be angry when she was doing anything regarding it.

[ if you don’t trust me, i can taste test it for you. though you did watch me make it and pour the same mixture into my own cup which i’m drinking from. just in case, though. ]

At eighteen, Yuuki had by this point in their life spent a considerable amount of time honing their coffee brewing skills. They were good at it. They knew they were good at it. They’d spent days, weeks, trying to brew it to their precise tastes. They knew coffee. So. They simply ignored Raya’s criticism. They knew their shit, and were assured enough in it that they took someone being a dick about it as a sign of inexperience. Yuuki was talented at this. 

At being brushed out of the way, they just rolled their eyes. Watching her ruin a perfectly good cup of coffee and dump it (what, too bitter?) before they had any. Trying to make her own blend too. As she started making her own, they simply... blinked. “Wooooow.” They. Legit didn’t care how she made coffee. And as she started trying to show off how she did it, Yuuki actually walked away. “Yeah I don’t give a shit.” 

Once Raya mentioned she was done, Yuuki returned, plopping down at the counter with a bored looking expression on their face. Sighing. Then again, this provided an opportunity. Maybe they could try something. It sure was presumptuous of Raya to assume that 1.) yuuki would even bother with coffee she made, and 2.) that they particularly cared if it was poisoned or not. 

They appeared to be deep in thought. Eyeing the cup suspiciously, as though they didn’t trust it, and were analyzing whether to drink it or not. This was a mind game... they turned to read raya’s expression... Studying her as well. Was it poisoned, or not? 

“Switch them.” One.