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Rafaël Rosberg SHSL Tennis Player status: deceased [Closed RP blog, affiliated with DR:Arcadia] ∠( ◑_◑ 」∠)/ヽ(゜∇゜)ノ

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at least he can lift || Rafaël || [RE: Execution, Saki & Takara]

The truth had been revealed at last, it was all he could ask for, honestly. Well, now he had a new opponent to watch out for— to him, Alphonse’s confession was crystal clear and he should have been executed, but the tables have tabled and the end result was completely different. It was a thing to expect in a courtroom… The absolute truth couldn’t always be found with a mere snap of fingers, as long as there was not enough evidence and one idiot insisted to take a criminal’s place. For fuck’s sake, if things could be a whole lot easier… well, there was a reason he didn’t want to become a lawyer to begin with.

Whatever happened on screen next was none of his business, he was not there to assist to the death of a high-schooler. He just wanted to possibly get out of there as fast as could be (mainly to avoid seeing unpleasant things to his eyes on screen and have yet another embarrassing time)— but he was stopped in his tracks immediately after hearing a childish complaint coming from the nearest table neighbors, the voice was particularly familiar.

"What did you jus—"

And he was cut off when the vocaloid producer started yelling something outrageously loud on her way out, not only was she making a huge ruckus with her high-pitched voice, but she was roping his other roommate in the mess. She was like a live ambulance, pushing him around on the office chair and literally— oh, Christ, this was so unpleasant, they were going to hurt themselves badly while he still had a chance to prevent that, so why was he standing idly on the doorway, mouth slightly agape as if he was waiting for them to just crash into something?

“Bon sang!! Pourquoi personne ne me paye pour m’occuper de cette enfant mal-élevée?!”

“Reviens ici— Nnngh— Get back here!!”

He immediately stormed out of the room and put an end to the ride with a hand on the chair’s backrest, and another on Saki’s shirt collar so she wouldn’t brutally fly out of the armrest. He was giving a stern look, as if he had to start lecturing them on the policy of hallways (even though there were none) or just looking like he had decided he needed to take the role of a father within this absurd trio. That was possibly the most accurate role he would get, or maybe just Big Brother. Either way, being on the lookout for the safety of two children (mostly the girl) was what he had been unconsciously assigned since he learned he’d be rooming with the two of them (better even, considering the two other roommates had been brutally murdered).

"You sure know how to handle an individual in the midst of suffering from panic attack! Do you want him to have a stroke?"

Huffing, he let go of her clothes, still keeping a hand tight on the chair so she wouldn’t attempt a sly escape.

"Let me take care of it. How about you get off there if you don’t want he chair to snap and make two victims? Maybe even three?"

But perhaps, letting this child have her two feet on the ground was already threatening enough for everyone on a nearby radius, he quickly remembered a few weeks ago on their first meeting about how he had turned her down on a piggy-back ride, and he wondered if it was an acceptable solution at the time…

"… Listen, I’ll let you ride on my back. Piggy-back ride. I know you like those, just stop traumatizing that infant."

Yes, definitely a good idea.

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"Ah, pardon me, but may I please check your room?"

"You can’t even register it the first time I say it? Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary feelings, such as the need to kick you out of my doorway."

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All the evidence points at Maemi, she must be G U I L T Y. Rafaël locks in his vote for Maemi.

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Trial #1 || Rafaël || [RE: Takara; ATTN: Everyone]

Suddenly the ‘courtroom’ was getting more and more excited. Surely he had not expected people to get so jumpy and edgy when there was a murder to be solved, he learned some courtroom shit playing those Nintendo games but it was just basic and less… crowded. One thing would be sure, is that if at least he was alone against just a handful of suspects, it would be less trouble to try and be heard. But well… it’s not as if he cared much about being heard while he had no theories in mind. All he wanted was that criminal to get punished for their crime and end with this. Anyone would pay, just anyone. But someone had to.

… Just then, another note was passed to him, after witnessing his neighbor slam his head violently against the table and retreating. That was one hell of a show, but he did not laugh; he cringed visibly and held his own forehead as if empathizing for the pain… sort of. He just hated all kinds of physical displays of injuries, they made him a little sick.

"B-boy, watch out. I know the table is attractive but we don’t need a s-second victim right now… Remain composed." He whispered sort of loudly to the shorter boy. "You’ll be okay?"

That last sentence was more an instinct than actual concern, but no time to reflect on it. He quickly unfolded the paper, sighing almost inaudibly and shoving the paper into his pocket.

The next thing he did was bang his fist on the table while everyone was still being loud to get the least of attention, even if it was a little annoying, that’s what lawyers did in court, right?

"Listen all, we’re wasting our time trying to speak the truth outta one person. Let’s just do a check around for everyone’s hands for injuries… Like Older… uhm… Edler said.” Then his tone took a really quiet pitch 'But don't show them to me, I might become sick if I see anything gross.'

As he had spoken up, both his hands rose up to show how clean they were, despite a few old scratches here and there that remained from doing his favorite sport.

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Trial #1 || Rafaël || [RE: Takara; ATTN: Everyone?]

It was unfortunate that from the moment he heard there was a motive out there that would force someone to kill, he was mildly convinced that it would forcefully lead into one. A narrow-minded opinion like 'ha, no one would kill for THAT!' just did not click to him. He knew no one worked the same way, and that someone would be bound to be stupid enough to jump at a kid’s throat to end the nightmare.

Oh well, that kid wasn’t himself, obviously. That much, he knew, and he wasn’t intending on letting anyone think it was him.

His own fault for not being there to investigate the crime, but his old fears resurfaced knowing someone was dead and that could imply the sight of something borderline gruesome! He had well seen— no, heard Saki’s arm being snapped in half which was enough to almost knock him unconscious from the mere thought. What he wished was simply that this case would not involve anything like… horror movies. Eugh. (Which is probably why he did everything to avoid looking at the crime scene and took shelter in his room for the whole time)

He was rather fond of the detective and justice side of things, Rafaël had in him a sense of judgement and aggressiveness toward people he deemed suspicious that it would be enough to make him a prosecutor. As long as people gave him enough material, evidence and testimonies to build up a case, he could base theories and make accusations. Defending was much less his thing, he preferred when someone could pay for crimes rather than saving a life.

"I am Rafaël Nick Rosberg, a name you could have heard recently if you care the least about worldwide news. Although if you refer to me as Votre Souveraine Majesté I will not oppose.I was assigned the title of Super High-School Level Tennis Player.”

Giving a clear of his throat, he swept a quick glare across the trial room to notice any suspects before proceeding.

"Let’s make this as short and painless as possible, if you may."

  "I am assuming we have no witnesses, or at least, if we did, there’s the possibility of a conspiracy given they have not yet spoken up at a time like this. Which would be… suspicious."

As he was already jumping to conclusions, while not paying much attention to the information everyone was giving, he twisted his head around at the notice of his right arm being tugged. A note was immediately slipped before he could see the face of the person, he did not really pay attention to who would sit next to him until he raised his eyes. Hello, Takara. The other child he was ‘babysitting’.

Without questioning, he unfolded the paper beneath the table and skimmed across the words that were neatly written on it… before giving a sort of canned laughter and clearing his throat once more, while slamming one of his hands on the table in front of him to attract audience.

"…Would you excuse little kinder egg sitting next to me, he has trouble raising his small voice at the sound of your loud, imposing ones. He wishes to raise a few questions.”

"Assuming we have declared that the murder weapon was the vase that came itself from the lounge, how would you explain that the body itself was found in the same place as the murder weapon, along with all the vase’s shards; while assuming that apparently the murder would have happened in the hallway? That is contradictory. I find that objectionable.”

"First of all, that would imply the person bothered taking the vase from the lounge, attacking Slayer…ehm, Sayer in the hallway, then moving the body AND the vase shards to the lounge? Let’s be honest, that is absolutely pointless! The trail must obviously come from the fact that the person was, perhaps, also wounded and moved to the hallway.”

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"Excuse me, but may I please check your room... ?"

"Absolutely not. Learn your damn place, this isn’t a museum or something of the sorts."

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Break Point || Rafaël || [RE: Motive]

I’m not afraid.

Impossible, unless you were affected of a certain disorder that made you immune to fear and submission, no living human was able to come out victirious of an argument saying ‘I have no fears’. Those who said they were fearless, made of pure courage and wit were merely those who had an overly high self-esteem and did not ever identify what was their true fear. It’s false that you don’t fear at least one thing, even if it’s stepping on a banana peel on a friday the thirteenth.

It was useless to lie to himself, he did fear much more things than he dared admit. He knew very well what he hated, the last thing he’d wish to see unfold. The face he was pulling was probably giving away how much he was insecure about his words.

"… I’ll deal with it, I won’t sacrifice a human for such idiocies. ‘S not like my fears are anything terrible."

It wasn’t clear if he believed the bear or not. He was doing his best to not believe him, it would be better to not believe a word… but what they always told him was to adapt to the situation, and denial was the worst kind of solution.

Accept it for now. If it was true, then he’d learn he had one new fear.

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Swiss Bonding Time || Orpheus || Cafeteria, RE: Rafaël

[shslorpheus]

There was already one thing Raphaël didn’t need to worry about; Orpheus hadn’t really registered back then that he had taken his leave so quickly. His whole attention had been paid to repressing his own memories and Saki, before he left the room himself. There hadn’t been much time to observe the other students.

The other thing, however, was something that Orpheus couldn’t overlook even if he wanted to. The tennis player’s paleness was quite evident on his face and his lack of attention did make Orpheus furrow his eyebrows worriedly.

After his quick reply, the fantasy novelist tensed up a little for unknown reasons, before his shoulders relaxed. He followed the other’s movements, observing how he took some sweets and ate them. Well, some people dealt with stress by eating what they liked, so he just let him. The blonde was convinced that this was the result of the incident in the conference room - it wasn’t too surprising, either. You don’t see someone’s arm getting broken every day, after all.

When he received a real reply, Orpheus couldn’t help but wonder about his name. Rafaël Rosberg… He felt like as if he heard the name before, but like in Naomi’s case, he couldn’t quite recall it. Given that he was most likely a student of Hope’s Peak like himself, he was definitely someone who excelled at something. The question was now, in what?

Re-adjusting his glasses, Orpheus replied in his usual calm manner:”I’m Orpheus Edler. It’s nice to meet you.”

The blonde didn’t want to repeat everything again, because this would mean to speak even more. By now, he felt a little bit drained, but he could still go on with conversations.

Upon hearing the question that was directed at him, the blonde blinked. Well, he wouldn’t have minded to help Shimoda out, but he felt like as if he would be more of a hindrance than a help.

"I’m not too knowledgable about fractures, so I would be just a hinderance in the infirmary. It wouldn’t be too advantageous for the place to be crowded, after all. That’s why I decided to cook something instead."

Orpheus expected to be met with skeptic eyes, but he could prove that he didn’t have anything suspicious on his person. Heck, he didn’t even went to the infirmary after that incident, so from where should he have gotten any poison, anyway?

"What about you?"

Better not ask him why he was so pale - Orpheus had the feeling that he wouldn’t appreciate these kind of questions right now.

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As everything was slowly starting to get a little clearer, not getting clouded by the recent storm of events and letting the sugar from the candy do its magic, he cleared his throat and focused back into reality. Right, there was... a person talking to him. The least he should do is answer, even if it's passive-aggressive, an answer would be nice. This man was showing off to be a rather well-mannered and educated one, unlike the previous people he's met and had the misfortune to be assigned to share a dorm with. Oh, well, he had resigned to deal with it, not everyone was worthwhile, but proving he could do an effort to stand them would be enough. Right--

"A...ah? Orpheus... Edler."

It took at least ten seconds to register. Something about that name clicked but he didn't exactly know why; he had certainly heard that name somewhere. Such a bizarre name, it could only be that of a magician or an artist, it sounded nowhere near natural. Where the heck did he hear it? Who the heck was this person? He got this, he knows he's heard of the name somewhere--

"Ah! Oui! Of course, my aunt wouldn't stop making a big fuss about this new novelist called... Orpheus Edler. I'm sorry, though, my aunt hates fantasy novels, so she's been yelling profanities about you without even reading your books. At least she ain't any literary critic."

Way to get on the wrong foot, no one asked to know about your life. At least that could sidestep from landing on the topic of why he was so pale and arrived in the room in a frenzy. No explanation needed for that one, was it really important?

"I assume you must be super high-school level fantasy novelist, unless you've got skill for more than writing stories. It does make a little sense that you'd be able to think of a more, how to put it, culinary solution to help Shimoda, if you learn anything about cuisine from reading books."

He was not expecting to be asked in turn what was the reason of his presence outside of the 'crime scene', but to say the least, he asked first. It was only natural to wonder, after all, he was the first to leave and show up in a different place as if nothing happened. How is he meant to cover it? It's alright to just... not mention it he supposed.

"... Well, you see, I left for the s-s-same reason. I'm here to find something t...to help her. Well, actually, to help myself. I am not good with severe wounds like fractures or deep lesions, it makes me a little... disoriented! There was too many people helping her already, anyway, so my assistance would have been pointless."

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Swiss Bonding Time || Rafaël || Conference Room > Restrooms > Cafeteria, RE: thanks saki shimoda, Orpheus

[TW: #emetophobia]

In which I don’t feel like writing a whole paragraph about how much he doesn’t care about Monobear and simply wants to get over with this. The funny things he was saying did not concern him the least; if this so-called mutual killing was a thing, he could have said it from the start and he’d have slipped some poison into a snack and given it to a fool that would believe he was being a nice stranger. Although killing wasn’t his thing, and even less a thing he’d consider doing in a situation where it was a stupid copy of the Hunger Games or some shit, because that would be absolutely laughable, he still had a need to escape this place as quickly as he could to go back to his family who was probably worried at this point in time.

It was easy to give him a bigger shocker though— the second Saki, or how he called her, Queen Shimoda had charged at full speed onto the bear on a wheeled office chair, his mind went completely blank as he stared at the following events—

But he decided not to look, knowing what was coming to her, he immediately shifted his gaze away from the scene, only to hear loud fussing and a snap.

His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped a few inches, the sound that produced the bone fracture made him sick to the stomach. He hunched his shoulders and crunched down his back, holding his stomach with a hand and looking down at the floor with an empty look. Oh, no, this wasn’t a scene he was new to experience, but everytime it would happen, he had the same reaction.

"Aaahh— euugh…c-c-c’est…écœurant…”

His voice sounded so low and weak, his head started spinning— all he could hear was the snap over and over again… It was incredible how the mere sound made him ill, even though he didn’t even see the outcome of it. Was the fracture too deep? Was it completely dislocated? Did the bone stick out? Was there any blood?

He immediately stormed out of the place, the hand that held his stomach went up to his mouth, and with the other, he pushed violently every room door until he found the one that was the restroom’s.

Pitiful.

Nevertheless, he felt much more lightheaded and relaxed after the ordeal, even though he felt colder and every limb was shaking to recover some heat. Standing up made his peripheral vision black out, only allowing him to look in front of him and staggering— he blinked repeatedly to regain some composure, and he was back to normal in a few seconds. He washed off any traces he may had left on his mouth and clothes into the sink, and when he looked up into the mirror, he was completely pale and trembling.

"Even… even Joe is stronger than me for this… Then what’s wrong with me?"

After staring long enough into his reflection, he let out a loud exhalation that followed by a shake of his head. As much as he thought Saki was a nice girl, he couldn’t go back and check, it was a weakness of his. He would have to find somewhere else to sleep at night or wait ‘til she was at least patched up to return in the dorms, he did not want to confront the possibility of meeting something that would give him nightmares…

Have a break, have a KitKat. Instead of doing what normal and conventional people would do— such as helping the girl out, he headed to the cafeteria in hope of finding something sugary or tasty enough to get that repugnant aftertaste into his throat. Hopefully no one would be there to ask him why he left in such a hurry, or why he looked so goddamn pale—-

And he was unfortunate enough to not be alone.

"Same." He answered quickly to whatever the other told him, and he hurried inside to grab the first pack of sweets he could find.

First, refresh his mouth, even though a toothbrush and toothpaste would do the thing much more conveniently, but that was a hassle and he was already in here. Whatever he found that looked relatively edible and nice, he shoved it in his mouth and breathed heavily, munching the thing before swallowing it.

Now was a little better, he could face this person with less troubles— if not none at all.

"M’ sorry, what were you saying? I couldn’t quite catch your monologue. I’m Rafaël, if you were making introductions. Uh— Rafaël Rosberg. Seems like an habit to say the full name in here." He blinked a few times, catching his breath after speaking for so much and trying to regain some relaxation through the frenzy he had just lived. "Anyway, what’re you doing here? I thought everyone would go give a hand to the unfortunate Shimoda."

[set-point]

Novak Djoković: a summary

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Roger Federer’s “Lost” Lindt LINDOR Truffles commercial x

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Roger Federer wins the Shanghai Rolex Masters after defeating Gills Simon 7-6(6) 7-6(2).

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Chapter 20: First Move

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No Question || Rafaël || [RE: Game Start; ATTN: Takara]

[takaragotchi]

"…I d-didn’t realise y-you were such a p-plane elitist."

It was a swift recovery from the way Takara had jumped at the harsh announcement that he was wrong; voice muffled yet still nervous sounding, yes, but still better than screaming and/or bursting into tears again. No question about that. 

At Rafaël’s explanation of why he was wrong Takara simply gave a small nod and a hum of confirmation, letting his scarf  fall away from his face again. The expression revealed was still nervous, stained with tears, though at least no fresh ones seemed to be adding to it now. He even managed to add a shaky smile accompanying his next words. Nice one, Rafaël.

"N-no, I… I u-understand, I d-didn’t t-think you w-were… t-thank you." Takara was incredibly grateful to be distracted from what that wretched bear had told them, it had to be said. “O-oh, you a-are? Ehe, I’m g-glad t-that didn’t t-turn out strange… I t-think it’s t-the latter, a-a news s-site… a-apologies, I c-can’t remember when exactly..!”

Hopefully he wasn’t the sort of person that objected to media representation, and wasn’t about to grill Takara on exactly which picture he’d seen of Rafaël and if he could remember exactly what the article or such had said. To be fair, Takara probably could remember if he put his mind to it, but he couldn’t say it was a particular conversation he would like to have. Despite Rafaël’s intentions, good or bad, it would probably feel like nothing but an interrogation to Takara. 

…Oh, he was asking about Takara now. Well, of course. It was only natural that they reach this point, considering that the two of them at least appeared to have come to the conclusion that people here were in possession of super high school level talents. Was everyone here going to have a widely known and accepted talent like Rafaël? Perhaps it was a little selfish, but… Takara really hoped not. His talent was… generally one that required explaining, after all. A lot more words were needed than simply just ‘tennis’.

If only they had called me a collector instead…

"M-my talent..? W-well… Hope’s P-Peak deemed me a v-virtual pet on, enthusiast…" Oh dear, he was tripping over his words already. Takara tried to add a little more force to them. "V-virtual pet e-enthusiast. B-basically I… I c-collect virtual p-pets, s-see, T-Tamagotchis a-and the like… and… a-and I h-have a b-blog on them a-and that topic… n-not really a-as impressive a-as tennis!"

So much for calm and steady. The last part was incredible rushed, though probably just because he was complimenting Rafaël. Thanks.

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P-p-p-plane elitist?!? What on Earth did he imply by 'plane elitist'? Was that a negative comment about him? Did he say something really stupid? Oh, by all means, stop worrying. It could just have been a sly little snarky comment. He did know a lot about planes for some reason. Not like it was a secret talent or something, that would be ridiculous.

Alright, he did not notice how scandalized he looked until he tried to recompose himself. Whatever just happened, it's not like it was the purpose of that remark to make him loot bad, right? Right?

"...You could say I know an unusual amount. But, I mean, it's common knowledge. I travel a lot and I need to find stuff to do during 10-hour-long plane trips. So... I ask the flight attendants to have a chatter with me about planes when they're free."

That's nice to know, but this doesn't even matter at this point. Why talk about planes when you're kidnapped in an unknown place by a sentient talking bear. What a fun time they were spending. At least they were away from the medias where he could be caught in a dead-end for more information on...

...Well, now that he mentioned it, his past event did serve him to gain him some more popularity. Maybe this guy wouldn't know him if it wasn't for that, although he sure hoped that news article wasn't negative. Oh, how he hated having his reputation stained.

"........."

He sure looked much less amused now.

"Whatever you've read in that news article, be it good or bad, keep it to yourself."

Yeah, better not to bring it up. He had a slight disgust for the media lately, and it wasn't wrong to do so. In a way, it was his own fault if this happened... But if only the medias could fuck right off.

...And what the heck was supposed to be a virtual pet enthusiast? Even with the explanation he was given, it still didn't make much sense. Collecting pets sounded a little gross, as if animals were some sort of prize! Wait-- no, virtual made it a little more reasonable; if the pets weren't really sentient then it'd be fine. Understandable. Tamagotchi... he's heard of that term before. His little cousin did play a lot of games involving the raising and nursing of pets generated with a simple program. Was this the same thing? It was kind of nerdy, in all honesty. Not to mention if he was deemed a super high-school level for it, what sort of life could a person like this have? Could they not afford a real life pet?

Maybe if he tried looking through what his little cousin rambled on, it'd make more sense. Well, sure, it's much less bothersome that you don't need to walk your pet in real life and buy the food with real money. In an economic point of view, it was really benefic.

"So you... play shit like Nintendogs and Neopets? Is that the names? Sheiβe, sounds like you must really be into it to be given a spot among elite students... Or they just give away a title to anyone. Maybe we're running out of original titles. I just hope I won't run into a trident collectionner or a handkerchief designer. I wouldn't know what to tell them. Well... nice talent, Takemoto."

At least the kid sounded a little embarrassed about it and tried to make it up with complimenting his talent. Or so he understood. He did pity him a little.

"Don't feel bad. I guess you did deserve your spot in Hope's Peak. Each talent can have it's part of... impressiveness, if that's even a word. By the way, was that two-toned bear your pet?"

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