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hans ariwara shsl camp counsellor status: executed! nice! closed affiliated with: astral cabal class: black

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ok im ded but i have nowhere else 2 put my art so ??? who  kno

it me grouchy narcoleptic librarian who is currently unnamed and has dang rad hair

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so many feels we gotta take a feel trip :/ || trial 1 || re: sora, hinako, hijiri, sun-mi

All eyes were on Hans. At least, it felt like they were. The fingers were pointing, and they were pointing back at him. Wonderful. He had to get eyes off him, like, right away. Everyone was staring, everyone was watching, accusing, he was going to get punished. And he didn’t… He didn’t do anything wrong. No, he didn’t do anything wrong, and everyone was still looking at him. Why couldn’t they believe him? Why couldn’t they- no.

No, Hans had to calm down. He had to retain his steady nature, and had to keep his head straight. The only way he’d get out unscathed was to keep denying, keep rebutting, and to keep calm. Move forward, examine all the evidence. Find the real guilty party. Yes, that’s what Hans needed to do.

"I know all fingers are pointing at me right now, and I think I know why. I seem like I know too much, right? I keep talking, and airing my suspicions. Perhaps I should stop pointing fingers. I’m probably wrong. All I have to say about this though, is my guess is just as good as yours. I have the same evidence you do, I’m just putting the pieces together as best I can. If that’s a crime, I’m guilty. But my guess could be way off. Choi-san and Jackson could be spot on- I just don’t know. I just wasn’t there. So I just don’t know. It’s up to you whether or not you believe me, but I am totally innocent. I didn’t hurt a soul. I’d never hurt anyone, I swear- I’m a… I’m not a lover or a fighter. I’m just a camp counsellor. One that protects people- the most vulnerable type of people, actually. And if you think I’m wrong, that’s up to you. But I’ll maintain my innocence without wavering as long as it’s in question.”

"And, Tsutsui-san? I’m not the killer, and I don’t believe Sora is either. But I do think you are, and if you aren’t, you’re a royal jackass anyways. A life is a life, and if you aren’t interested in protecting even one- one that you’ve somehow determined is worth less than yours, you’re trash in my books. There are a lot of ways to scale worth, and I can easily say that Tsukino-san- a gentle person who, in the short time I knew her, only looked on the bright side of life- was, no, is worth a lot more than you will.”

Sick burns, Hans. Nice!

"And Choi-san? I assure you, I’m no liar. It’s my policy to tell the truth, I promise!”

Putting his hands up submissively, he looked around. Maybe eyes would be off, finally. Hopefully. Hopefully.

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sick burn, bro! || trial 1 || re: mai, sun-mi || mention: hijiri

Hans pulled his shirt back on, slipping his pants, backpack and flipflops on again as well. Turning to Mai, he smiled at her kindly, his face open.

"I assure you, miss, I am completely innocent."

Looking back at the group, his demeanour changed to a still gentle, but more serious one. 

"I would never hurt a soul. I wanted to protect everyone- hold them together. Unfortunately, I was too consumed by my own weakness to protect Tsukino-san, something I’m deeply apologetic for. The best thing we can do from hereon out is work together to bring her murderer to justice."

"On that note, I believe I know what’s happened. As I said earlier, I believe this was a sadistic murder. I’m not expert, of course- I just watch a lot of Criminal Minds and Law and Order. But the use of drugs to sedate a victim is attributed to two types of killer- the remorseful, or the sadist. I’ve done some reading, and I believe the dosage of barb we can assume was given to the victim was paralytic, but not fatal- most likely because none of us are trained to inject directly to veins and the drug was diluted. The person then beat and stabbed Hoshiko, and dragged her to the infirmary, and treated her- as a finality for shock factor. I believe our unsub is smart. Very smart, among the brightest of us here. They’re also rude, but very controlled. They still have a straight face right now, likely, and likely didn’t show much emotion or shock when finding the body. This person has spent time with Tsukino-san, and may appear to be friends with her. I believe it’s…”

Nodding to Hijiri, his face took on a grim expression.

"I believe the killer is Tsutsui-san. Sorry, but I do. I’ve seen you hanging out with Tsukino-san, but you didn’t seem upset or remorseful- or even surprised, when you saw her… dead. Not to mention you yourself listed off the reasons as to why she’d be an easy target. I find that suspicious."

Turning to face the rest of the group, he tightened his grip on his backpack considerably, his knuckles going white. Forcing himself to relax his grip and breath deeply, he spoke. Hopefully the others would see what he saw.

I’m not the only one, am I?”

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i came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attack right now (thx sunmi!) || trial 1 || re: sunmi, jackson, mari || mention: sora

Fully stripping down to his boxers, Hans waved his arms, revealing heavily freckled, but bruise-and-cut-less skin. Staring directly at Sunmi and Jackson, he looked them hard in the eyes, trying to stare them down. His bold stare contrasted with his body language, though, as he wrapped his arm around his bare skin.

"First off, my name is Hans. Hans Ariwara. Not John. Feel free to address me however you want- as long as it’s by either name. Choi-san? I don’t know for sure, but I do think the drugs were administered by the culprit to Hoshiko-san.  Maybe you missed the needle pricks- they do tend to be rather miniscule. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I do know you don’t have the forensic evidence to prove anything significantly. All that happened is that I used my shirt to wipe up and wrap my cut feet. That’s no a crime."

To prove his point, he bent down and pulled up his feet. Unsteadily, he showed the courtroom his bandaged feet, grabbing onto the podium for balance. He lowered his foot, regaining his balance and began to talk again.

"Kazuyaki-san pretty much just confirmed it. I was just fixing the boat. I was sleeping when Hoshiko-san was murdered. I have my own theories as to what happened, and if you want I can reveal what I believe happened, but I’m not to blame for this. And Jackson- I know what barbiturates does because I’m a camp counselor- did you know it also’s used to treat epilepsy on occasion? One of my campers used it in its pill form and his mother lectured me about ‘the dangers of barbiturates’ for over two hours. Any drug can be taken for fun- that’s common sense. I have a good memory is all. Are you guys satisfied yet, or are we going to continue this line of questioning while the real killer stands around, totally getting away with this.”

Thinking carefully about his next move, he eyed Sora, hoping it was okay if he divulged what they believed happened in full. Nice!

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don't look now || chapter 1: trial || re: jackson and sun-mi || attn: all

The blonde girl’s loud voice drew his attention. Though slightly nervous and a little bit frightened, Hans’ chat with Sora had emboldened him, even just a bit, and he was able to speak.

Processing the evidence before him with surety, he was almost unconcerned about what was presented- he believed his theories were dead on, regardless of what the blue-blonde girl had presented. Not to mention the obvious discrepancies of the story the brown-haired boy, Jackson (?), had just presented. Preparing a rebuttal, Hans began to speak.

"I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Hans Ariwara- I’m the SHSL Camp Counsellor.  I’d like to point out some things that were a bit… odd, in your stories- you, Jackson? I didn’t do that much investigating, but I have my theories as to what happened from what I’ve found- the containers of barbiturates and the bloody trail.

I don’t believe it’s possible that the culprit took some barbiturates to calm down- not in the concentration they would have had to. First of all, I want everyone to examine their neighbours’ arms and neck if it’ll make you feel better, Jackson. It would be awkward to examine toes, but arms, toes and neck would be the optimal entry points. I don’t see anyone with needle wounds there, do you? Beyond that, Jackson, one container of the drug was empty, the other was partially used. From what I know about the drug, most casual users- or even heavy users- take it in pills. To inject it into your bloodstream in that concentration? You’d be paralyzed, or maybe unconscious. You could’ve even died. I don’t think that’s what happened.”

He felt fairly confident in what he said, pulling off his shirt and backpack to comply with what the blonde would ask. He was sure he’d be cleared of guilt, perhaps even lead everyone in the right direction- until he saw the clothes. He could barely speak as he pulled off his shoes- clean black flip-flops. He had been wearing those a day ago. How could she.. how could she have possibly found them? He had to tell them- he had to explain.

"I’ll admit it- those are my clothes. But I can explain the blood, and why they’re dumped on a boat. I love sailing, and I was trying to think of ways to get away from here. Not long after Monokoi came along and hurt that girl, I went to the docks and began trying to fix the boat with the limited supplies we had here. I cut my feet while I was there, and I mopped up the blood with the my shirt. I just changed on the boat- that’s all that happened, alright? I always keep spare clothes in my backpack-” he unzipped his backpack, pulling out a spare t-shit and pair of sweatpants- for effect, of course, “and I was alone, so I just switched shirt and pants. Is that a crime? I don’t have any cuts or bruises on my arms, chest or hands. So we should move on from the clothes.”

There. That was clear enough, right?

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bang and blame (i luv the title but in a bang as in bang. gun way don't misinterpret it hans is NOT a deviant pls) || trial || re: sora

Observing the purple-wearing girl’s moment of silence, Hans’ nodded his head. He was paralyzed- not with fear, perhaps, but nervousness. He didn’t want to think any of his classmates was the perp. That would be a terrifying thought. But someone in this room was the unsub, and it was his job to bring justice upon one of the room’s residents. He was ready.

Nodding at Sora’s words, he decided to add on to the conversation. Their discussions had given him some good points.

"If it’s alright, I’d like to tack onto Sora’s points- we spoke about this earlier. We believe that this wasn’t a panic or mercy killing. We think it’s sadist in essence. I believe our unsub- unknown subject- is a cold, calculating and sadistic individual."

"I hate to say this, but this person may have known Tsukino-san. They may have been close, I’m afraid. Close enough that she’d trust him, in a stressful situation, at night, with the possibility of murder in the table. I don’t know- didn’t know- Tsukino-san very well, but I can’t imagine her going with just anyone during this kind of time. Now, due to the sadistic nature of the murder and the relationship he- our unsub- presumably had with the victim, we can assume this person is a fantastic liar.”

Stepping back slightly, trying to indicate he was finished speaking for the moment, he nodded at Sora, hoping for some kind of backup in his statements.

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HOSHIKO TSUKINO’S TRIAL IS NOW IN SESSION

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i only did 5 before i gave up.....wtf

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astralcabal replied to your post:mmmm a lil preview of my relationship page pics...

pain…

i Cannot Believe all of astral cabal is mourning starmoon's death

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mmmm a lil preview of my relationship page pics mmmmmmm

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"Mmm, Monobear. Would it be considered evidence tampering if I gave her a flower crown? She really wanted one, and I think she still might appreciate it, even... now that she's... beyond."

"Messing with a dead body is, in most societies, fucked up and looked down upon. But whatever. Flower crown it up, Hans-kun. Ne, Hans-kun? Ne? Flower crown time, perhaps? Perhaps, flower crown time."

What the fuck was he going off about.

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"... alright."

He places a pretty flower crown on her head. Nice!

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hans sprites p2/?

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mmmm hans sprites p1/?

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fall from the stars || hans || re: murder || open || dorm ➟ infirmary ➟ kitchen

Hans heard the screaming, first. He didn’t even notice his ID pinging. It was his first nature to swing his head in the direction, and analyze the scream. It was a woman shrieking- and it was pure fear. Not surprise. Possibly pain, or horror. But it wasn’t some petty scream- couldn’t possibly be a false alarm. Slipping his flip-flops on, he ran out of his room, almost scrambling in his rush to aid the screaming girl. He didn’t want to see what awaited him.

dorm ➟ infirmary

"… huh? What’s… What’s going on? Why is Tsukino-san in the bed- oh."

Gripping the straps of his backpack so hard his knuckles paled, Hans was shaking again- not unlike how he was shaking at the motive reveal. She was so pale. So pale. Pushing through the surrounding people, Hans touched her neck, checking for pulse (though, others had discernibly already checked so this was a useless measure). She was so cold, though- she couldn’t possibly be alive. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. Hans was barely able to keep himself from becoming nauseous. Her bruises, scattered across her uncovered skin, were darkened considerably. Obvious signs of force. Stepping back so her friends could mourn,  Hans checked his PDA, hoping for some insight into the tragedy.

“⟨… Asphyxiation. Lovely.⟩”

This he muttered under his breath in English, a bit of sarcasm to cut the bitter sting of the death of his classmate. He proceeded to speak slightly loudly, waving his hand a bit.

"I don’t mean to- I don’t mean to frighten anyone, but, uh, ⟨rigor mortis⟩ should have set in, should have started to, uh, take effect by now. It’s been, what, almost five hours by now? And I’m no expert, but I’ve heard about fingers snapping off, limbs breaking off and stuff. I don’t think anyone wants, think anyone needs that kind of trauma right now.”

Douchebag move, Hans, possibly upping the already heightened panic. What kind of leader was he? A shitty one. He promised nobody would get hurt, and there he was, standing by a dead girl. He should’ve at least kept everyone calm, but he was spewing shit he didn’t even know was true that could scare people even more. No, he had to step away.

infirmary ➟ kitchen

Panicking a little, Hans began to speedwalk out of the room, into the kitchen. Pouring himself a glass of water, he began to hyperventilate a bit, taking rapid breath between sips of water. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, like they were yesterday, and he hardly noticed his surrounding, much less the people in them. He barely noticed when his cup dropped out of his hands, spilling across the kitchen floor and rolling a metre away from him.

"… I."

He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, seeming almost shell-shocked. Approaching him could be met with very, erm, mixed results, but intervention could really benefit his well-being.

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Flower guy. Can I check your room? Won't take nothin'.

"Sure, that's fine. It's unlocked, go ahead."

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decipher reflections from reality || re: motive || hans || open

Hans had barely regained his head from this ‘Monokuma’’s last announcement. He was reeling- the very idea of mutual killing was a bit much for him- a real motive to kill? A motive that could have others harmed if nobody did the unspeakable- unthinkable- if nobody committed the very worst crime.

Hans was shaking like a leaf. His face had paled visibly and his mind was racing. Losing things, people- disappearing. It was like… a break from reality, really. This sort of thing always sent him into a frenzy; things going missing like they had never belonged. A clear memory from his first days as a counselor came to mind; one of the initiation pranks, of course. The first day of camp, his socks went missing. All of them. Every half hour, another pair would disappear. The next day, it was his shirts, until he was left with one sole one. The third- and last day- his mattress, his backpack and his whole cabin of campers disappeared. A mistake. He was slowly losing it throughout the days passing, and when his campers went missing? He went ballistic. He tore up the cabin, investigated his fellow camp leaders and searched the forest for two hours- only to find his group on a nature walk.

There haven’t been any pranks played on him since- not like that one. He had more of a handle on his emotions, he was far less extreme- but that didn’t stop him from fretting terribly at the thought. Beyond his fretting, though, he was determined. To keep everyone together. To keep everyone safe. That was it- the main priority, that was.

Steadying himself- not much, mind, he couldn’t keep his hands still, he couldn’t stop them from shaking shaking shaking but he calmed his voice, and he controlled his eyes, relaxing his hunched, panicked shoulders as he spoke loudly, voice reaching his fellow students. His voice was comforting, though the slight stammers in his speech were obvious.

“Alright, guys. We have to stay ca- we have to stay calm, and st-stick together. Nothing’s going to happen if- nothing will happen if we don’t let anything happen. This psychopath isn’t- this psychopath isn’t going to turn us against each other. That’s what he’s looking to do. We have to- we have to keep him from… We can’t let this get to us, I.. I can’t let this get to us… I…”

Hans heaved a sigh, face regaining colour. He still remained grim looking, panicked about the circumstances that had befallen them.

“We can’t let this get to us.”

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