Short Circuit

I... I do not... What... What is happening?! ((Closed roleplay blog. A part of TheDespairHospital)) Current Status- Deceased...?

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Torn to Shreds- Open RP

[ultimatehighschoolthief-blog]

He seemed to be struggling to comprehend the current situation. Which was totally fine in Kyo’s opinion; pretty much everyone was at this point. She already had her own personal freak out about the situation earlier; now it was smooth sailing from here… hopefully. She observed him curiously as she rotated the lollipop in her mouth, every once in a while taking it out, but putting it back as if she were going to talk. 

So he did know quite a bit. She was more doubtful Monobear did this; Tatsuya had been one of the three main people which meant he had information. Hopefully. Which meant, it was probably Kats’ doing. Probably. Everything was up in the air for her. 

"Really?" she asked, tilting her head. She wondered what he meant by that. She also quietly hoped he didn’t speak in script like the notes and letters. Maybe she was asking a little too much. "…Neither would I. I always thought it was impossible to bring back the dead." She walked into the room and looked around before speaking again. "I know you just woke up and all…but do you mind if you explain anything to me?" She grabbed a few tissues and handed them over to him. "Also, here." 

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Tatsuya crossed his arms, hoping that he had enough balance to remain upright. He couldn't seem to properly calm himself down, anxiously tapping his foot as the conversation progressed.

The roboticist nodded quietly, trying to think of an appropriate answer. "Bringing back the dead should be impossible, even now it is not possible for everyone..." For a few seconds his expression darkened, before he shook his head and continued. "However, technology can make a monster out of a person.... which is shameful to say the least..." He sighed, nudging his glasses up his nose. "As for explaining things... I will try my best. But... where would you like me to start?" There was so much to say, so he had to ask for some clue for what information was actually wanted.

As the tissues were offered to him, he took them with a fleeting smile. "Thank you..." He muttered, looking at them in his hands. Although there were tears gathering in his eyes at the moment, he decided to keep them at hand for now. He had the feeling that this conversation might dredge up some ghastly memories he'd rather forget...

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Torn to Shreds- Open RP

[natewilsonmarksman]

Nate observed Tatsuya, listening to him speak his stray thoughts aloud, wondering what he remembered. Then he was noticed. He was curious what Tatsuya was apologising about, maybe it was just a general apology. He noticed a small smile but he couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not. He wasn’t sure what to say. Nate had questions, important question and Tatsuya could hold all the answers. But he didn’t want to spook him given everything he’d been through. “How are you feeling?” He still kept his voice calm, he was speaking slowly, quietly even.

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Curiously, Tatsuya tilted his head. It was unusual to see Nate this... calm. Last time they talked, he was definitely more hostile. Perhaps that was just the strain of the motive and this place back then...? Or maybe he had an ulterior motive now...? Still, the question caught him off guard, and he found himself stumbling over his own thoughts to get an answer.

"How am I feeling...?" He echoed, scratching at his neck absent mindedly. "I... I cannot answer that properly. Despite a lingering sense of how vehemently wrong this is, a general sense of uneasiness and the fact I do not feel very well... I gather that I am okay. Considering the situation that is..." After the longer period of speaking he coughed again, scrunching his eye shut in the process. "W...What about you...?"

[shslsaito]

I'm too lazy to come up with a title [Open RP]

[shslsaito]

Saito was incredibly happy to hear a very familiar voice calling his name. It wasn’t a loud call, but he definitely heard it. He looked around for a moment, trying to find the owner of said voice, and when he did, he grinned.

"Tatsuya! Hi!" He said in a cheerful tone, immediately going to where he was and stopping in front of him. It was impossible for Saito to deny he had missed Tatsuya a lot. "Are you okay? I really missed you…!" A thought briefly crossed his mind, Tatsuya didn’t look like he was feeling well, but Saito would get back to that later, right now he was just excited to see him alive again.

[subtlemirageoffreedom-blog]

This was certainly one of the stranger moments in Tatsuya's 'life'. He had gone to sacrifice himself in order to try and help, only to end up returning to this realm. It was embarrassing, but also relieving in a way. That said, they likely didn't have much time left, but maybe with this new chance he could actually speak properly to everyone one last time.

"Hello." He chuckled, finding himself mimicking the Hypnotist's grin. Propping his back against the wall for support, he tapped his fingers absent-mindedly against his glasses, kind of irritated with how they didn't sit properly over his mechanical eye. "I cannot say that I am great... but seeing you all again makes things so much better. What about you...? I hope things have not been too... troublesome..." Grimacing slightly, he bit his lip.

However hearing that he was missed brought a genuine look of surprise to his features, and a shocked laugh left him. "R...Really...? I missed you too...!" Before he knew it there were tears in his eye, emotions running rampant before he could control them. "I thought it would be okay... but... I missed everyone...I am so sorry... I just....I cannot fully believe all this... oddly... " Cutting himself off short he rested his head in his hands, trying to mask his crying.

[shslsaito]

I'm too lazy to come up with a title [Open RP]

A murder had happened. Saito was sad and angry that they had lost their best chance to escape, but he didn’t feel sad as he had felt about the other murders. It was clear that he had met the victims before, but he couldn’t remember it, so he felt nothing. It was weird, but at the same time it was normal. He knew he should be investigating, but that would be useless. He was never good in investigations, and the lack of clues made things harder. Plus, Saito had other plans.

Now that he knew the dead people weren’t programmed to despair, he felt excited by the prospect of being able to talk to everyone again. He didn’t know how long they would stay, so he had to be quick. He didn’t think they would survive the next trial, and he didn’t want to die with any more regrets, so he walked around the hospital, feeling partially happy to see it full of people again, trying to bump into someone he could talk to, someone who wasn’t busy with other people.

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Tatsuya wasn't sure how long it had taken him to leave the morgue again. What may have been minutes felt like hours, and it took every ounce of his will to be able to walk past those bodies again. If it wasn't impossible... he would have done something for them. Something more... but they were too damaged... and he couldn't...

He shook his head violently, trying to dispel the memories of their corpses. Perhaps what he could do now was to immortalize their memory, and gain revenge properly this time. There was only one problem... he had a good idea of who was behind this... he just needed the evidence, and he couldn't risk it being thrown out into the open too early otherwise everything might be at risk.

Finally turning his eyes to his surroundings, he caught sight of familiar red and grey attire. Was that...?

"S...Saito...?" He coughed out, nearly tripping over his feet as he noticed his friend. It did seem like he wasn't quite adjusted to walking again just yet... Placing a hand to the wall he stepped forwards, wondering if he had spoken loud enough to be heard. "Saito... is... is that you...?"

[subtlemirageoffreedom-blog]

Torn to Shreds- Open RP

[ultimatehighschoolthief-blog]

Sugar seemed to calm Kyo’s nerves as she watched all the dead people come back to life. Again. She could’ve sworn that this was all just a game and people were literally using revives every time, but it had to be a bit of time before they could return back to life. What a kind game, but how many revives were people going to have, anyway? Thinking of Chiasa, she quietly thought that it wasn’t very many. But, what about Serpant? Was he going to come back to life too? Who knew, but it was definitely not going to be until after the trial. 

She strolled down the corridor, a lollipop in her mouth and a few more stashed in her pockets, she wondered which of the dead kids she would see next. She quietly hoped it wasn’t— And a screech interrupted her current thoughts and she gazed around the corridor. Either some living person found the dead kids moving, or a dead kid was freaking the fuck out. She decided to follow the screech until she reached the room where Tatsuya had been in. 

"…" She stared at Tatsuya for a moment, gazing over what he was wearing before removing the lollipop from her mouth. "Welcome back. If you’re wondering why you’re alive, that’s okay because the rest of us have no clue." 

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Tapping shaking fingers against his forehead in an attempt to calm down, Tatsuya desperately tried to organise his thoughts. He was sure that he shouldn't be alive, and that his friends outside surely shouldn't be dead. It was all a lot to process, and he was struggling to get a grip on reality. When he had first woken up it was kind of on auto pilot, doing as...

His train of thought was interrupted by a feminine voice. Cautiously he looked up, peeking between his fingers in order to see who it was.

Kyo.

Relieved to see someone he knew, her calm attitude towards such a bizarre situation acted to soothe him ever so slightly. Either way, he shook his head gently at her statement. "I..." The words barely slipped out of his mouth, still dry from the lack of speaking. Clearing his throat he managed to put a sentence together. "Well... I may be able to help you... a little... there." He pushed his body to stand upright, adjusting himself so there wasn't too much weight placed on one part of his body. "Although I would not call this strictly... alive..."

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Torn to Shreds- Open RP

[natewilsonmarksman]

They were different now. Nate could see that. They seemed themselves. Nate didn’t understand, why bringing them back? Was this a motive? Had Monobear actually done this or was it the Serpent’s doing? Nothing made sense. But then Nate realised there was someone who might be able to make sense of it all. Once he was done talking to Tyz he headed to the morgue.

He walked in and was greeted by a loud noise. A screech. Nate looked around and saw Tatsuya was the source. Nate asked himself how he’d deal with coming back to life after, knowing he’d died, especially in Tatsuya situation. He slowly approached the mysterious boy, the Arrow, with his arms raised; a showing of peace. “Tatsuya? It’s me, Nate.” He was trying to keep his voice calm. He needed to stay as calm as he possibly could, even in a situation as insane as this.

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At some point mid-yell, Tatsuya had slid down to the ground, his body in a heap. Sobs had begun to violently shake his form, the tears from earlier shifting into a flood pouring from his good eye. His mind was an absolute mess, he remembered much more, but the details were fleeting and kept falling out of his grasp. He couldn't even organise his thoughts properly at times.

As he sat there, one hand moved from his face. It trailed over his neck, where a rope should have been. It trailed over his hairline, hadn't he been injured there once...? And lastly, it trailed over his robotic eye. He should be dead. He should be dead.

"I... I should not be here... they should... they... why is he dead...?" The male muttered to himself, oblivious of the person who had just entered the morgue.

Until Nate spoke up.

Tatsuya's gaze shot up, confusion and a sense of relief flickering across his features as he saw the Marksman properly. "Nate..?" He coughed, clearing his aching throat. "I... I am sorry... I..." Stopping himself before apologies filled his speech, he simply let a faint smile tug at the corners of his lips.

"Hello..."

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Torn to Shreds- Open RP

The world was both in grey, and in colour. The two had merged into one, leaving the scenery that a green eye was observing to seem ominously blurred. The blurring was counteracted though, by the machinery now acting in place of his damaged eye. Green that was very much akin to his eye colour scanned the room from side to side, analysing the awakening students that he had left in the morgue a while ago. They seemed to be recovering well despite being dead, much like he was... Was this the right thing to have done though...?

Slowly he turned away from the others, looking towards the door. Flashes of the bodies outside suddenly came to mind and that was when he felt the pain in his chest. In fact, Tatsuya's heart was tearing itself to shreds. Tears were cascading from his one good eye, hands clutching almost desperately at the little journal in his grasp.

His friends... they were dead... Katsumi... Chi...

Growling quietly he slammed his back into the nearby wall, every little thing that he had failed with weighing down on his mind. As he moved, black and white caught his eye. What was he wearing...?

Staring at his arms he shifted them into view, shaking his head at the sight of a black shirt with white cuffs. This was... this was what he wore... before... before...

What happened before? Wasn't it...? Wait...?

There were holes in his memory, things he was having trouble remembering despite recalling them before. Was it because of his death...? Or...

Unable to hold back the torrent of emotions and confusion building up within him, a screech left his lips, hands moving to cover his face. His head was thumping already and every situation was becoming difficult to process...

W...What was going on...?

[subtlemirageoffreedom-blog]

Why did you hang around if you never wanted to help out the others in the flesh? Perhaps you wanted to see their despair all this time. How tragic of you, you could had prevented such a thing but now there's only six out of sixteen left.

"Clearly... you do not understand the severity of the situation... there were no other options... None at all... This is how I could be of the greatest help... But forgive me for any pain that was brought along with it..."

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Thought- Open RP

How long had it been since he had died...? He wasn't sure, time felt like it had come to a halt. Tatsuya couldn't even tell how long he had been sat in the laboratory on Green Level, curiously gazing at the mechanisms and parts left behind. Never did he realise how frustrating it would be to have such things at your fingertips, yet completely out of your grasp. All he wanted to do was look at them, to check for modifications or missing components, to look at the laptop, but he couldn't.

Simply because he foolishly ended his own life, and ended up dragging Ichigo with him. For a moment he paused, resting ghostly fingers against his face. He had watched the trial, sat there in horror as memories came flooding back. Very faintly he could recall seeing the panicked male through the door, then distinctly he could remember the brief agony that flared across his face as the scalpel pierced his eye. If only he had been more careful in his planning, perhaps then he wouldn't have hurt someone else. There was so much guilt welling up within him, that he ended up slipping down to sit on the floor.

Although it was lonely being a spirit, and he was as trapped in this hospital as he was before, it was relieving. No longer could he be watched, nor tortured by this place and the one behind it. Wordlessly he rose to his feet once again, absent-mindedly waving his hand over the contents of the desk.

What use was this new found freedom though if there was nothing that could be done with it...?

[gingerbuzzshake-deactivated2021]

Calm down [Open]

Tybalt walked down the corridors still sniffling slightly. He rubbed his eyes occasionally. His face looked wet and tired.  He was headed to the ‘shrine’ the others had made when they were alive. It was just a little better being there. Everywhere else was a empty to him and he didn’t need that. Even if the portraits weren’t real he could pretend, have them keep him company. He could treat his own as younger him. He could apologize and people wouldn’t even know he was there. 

The flowers were nice too. If he was lucky maybe he could watch someone come in and pay their respects. It was okay if he just watched. It felt like staring through a window. Only, it wasn’t so dirty when he watched this both in the metaphorical and physical sense.

He entered the room and looked around. He walked over to his own firstly and looked at himself.

"Hey." He began to talk to himself. He was saying things about everyone, Apologizing for not preventing everything he had been through. The conversation went on for a while. He moved around to each portrait saying his apologies and such. He returned to his and just smiled.

He sat leaning against the wall almost. He watched the door for people. He rubbed his face again as the door opened.

[subtlemirageoffreedom-blog]

Being dead was... unusual to say the least. Tatsuya had been wandering the corridors for hours now, with no fatigue sweeping over him. There was no hunger, no thirst, simply echoes of pain from when he was alive and flickers of emotion. It was odd to be able to trail your hands through solid objects, and terrifying being unable to interact with your environment.

Most of all, it was very lonely to not being able to talk to your friends, and to relive the nightmares of your past. He hadn't seen any of the other dead students, and in all honesty was beginning to doubt their presence. But... he couldn't be the only one...

A gentle sigh left his lips as he drew to a halt outside String ward, one of the places he'd spent a lot of his time whilst alive. Building those shrines... in a sense perhaps they were what embodied the dead students now. Shyly he reached his hand through the door, a faint smile playing on his lips at the oddity of it all. Shaking his head at himself he stepped through, the entrance swaying in the breeze his spirit brought with him.

Inside, he really didn't expect to see Tybalt standing there. Blinking a few times he tilted his head, relief washing over him. "T...Tyz...?" He mused, pacing forward a few more steps. "I...Is that...? Are you really here...?"

[mrtreblemaker]

Isolation. (Open RP)

[mrtreblemaker]

Hiromi awkwardly followed the wall of the corridor, looking through the windows of the rooms with a questioning glance before looking around frantically around him. The thought of running into any dead people make his knees feel weak and his head spin, and he was sure that he could sense people here..

"H…Hiromi…"

Jumping back, he held up his hands and slammed his eyes shut, like he was trying to hide himself from his confronter. Quivering slightly, he moved his hands away and looked at Tatsuya through half shut eyelids.

"H-Hey.. Y-You’re not a dead person.. Tatsuya.. It’s a relief to see you!" He stammered, forcing a polite smile which quickly faltered at the look on the other’s face, "I-Is something wrong?"

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Hearing a tone that was far more positive than he expected, Tatsuya looked up, confusion written across his features. "I... I should hope that I am not dead..." He muttered with a small, unconvincing laugh. "B...But why would it be a relief to see me...?" His eyebrows had knotted together as he tried to think things through, head now tilted to look up at the violinist.

"N...Nothing is really wrong... I just... thought you would hate me Hiromi. For what happened with... Four..." He said her name with care, trying not to upset the other. Especially when he knew how much he had been struggling with it. "I... I mean I messed with the crime scene. I am so sorry Hiromi. I am so, so sorry." Before he could stop them, tears were trickling out from the corners of his eyes. "I never meant to contribute to anyone's pain..."

[subtlemirageoffreedom-blog]

Shatter- Open RP

Faded eyes flickered open, the features around them unnaturally pale. Tatsuya's body felt light, as if he was a part of the air around him. It was unusual, almost a sensation that he couldn't put into words.

But there was something else.

This deep void of emptiness encompassing his entire form. Like something was tearing him apart. A dull ache throbbed in his neck, his face blazing with agony each time he moved his features. Spectral hands moved to trace tentative lines where wounds should be, almost fearful to find something there. Yet would physical injuries ever be sustained after death...? Then again... why.... Why would there be injuries in the first place?!

Memories came rushing back, crashing down upon with with the force of a landslide. Frantically he whirled around, finding himself face to face with the gently swaying corpse he had left behind. With a panicked yell he staggered backwards, slipping straight through the wall to the Captive room. Tears were running down his face, if that was even possible, his spirit shaking violently.

"I.... I... I really died..."

He fell down to his knees, sobbing quietly. Partially out of terror, and partially out of relief. He may have passed on... but for once in his life... he really was free... The others though... what of everyone else? What if all he did was in vain? What if he didn't do enough? More frantic thoughts began to fill his mind, causing him to slam his hands over his ears. 

If... If this didn't help things... he would have to sit there... and watch all of his friends die... "P...Please... No... Please tell me you all will be okay... Someone... anyone...!" His voice screeched through the corridors, only to fall on the deaf ears of the living...

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The Death of Tatsuya Tendo

The door to the Captive room sits open, the silence beckoning you to step inside its ominous depths. Emanating from the room is a sickeningly metallic smell, only dulled by the scent of damp and dust. But as you look around, no body can be seen. Only the faded crimson from the past sits amidst discarded syringes.

As you turn to leave, wondering if it’s just paranoia causing you to think there has been a death, the sight of another door catches your eye. Emblazoned with the words ‘Pilot room’ sits a metal entrance, a small open hatch in the door heralding the sight of white within.

Through the gap, if you look in close enough will a body finally be found. Hanging by the throat from a bar across the ceiling is Tatsuya Tendo, his form swaying in a non existent breeze. But the brown rope around his neck and the pure white of his jacket is stained with blood. Trails of it marr his cheek, and the source? A scalpel buried through his eye to the point where the handle is only just visible. A different sort of red taints his fingertips, with it almost matte in colour. One can only assume after looking at the scribble covered walls, that the clearer ruby wording was his doing. The final goodbyes of this lost soul read ‘I’m sorry. I wanted to help.’, ‘I lost everything’, ‘Forgive me everyone’ and ‘He’s coming’.

Lying haphazardly on the floor is a knocked over milk can, located a little way away from his suspended feet. A closer look at the body is denied however, as the large metal door blocking the way is firmly bolted shut. Even if the lock on the outside is pulled across, it will not budge. From within the entrance has been blocked.

[mrtreblemaker]

Isolation. (Open RP)

Hiromi stirred slightly, waking up from another one of his mid day sleeps that left his eyes dark and empty. His routine was gone, his mind still in ruins from the trial. He’d heard a few vague things of what was going on outside the moderate safety of his bed in the boy’s dorm, and he wanted none of it. No more motives for this violinist, no sir. He was well and truly finished with all of it.. Isolation was indeed the best choice.

Although.. Sitting in his bed for weeks on end, crying into Four’s letter and sneaking out late at night to take candy from the vending machines was starting to get a little old. He needed some ‘air’, so to speak. Throwing on his shirt and trousers (leaving the waistcoat, no need) he toppled out into the corridor and span around to make sure the coast was clear. It seemed that way.. No dead people yet, at least. Swallowing slightly and building up his courage, he gingerly set off to the new floor that he hadn’t got round to seeing yet. Slowly sidestepping up the stairs and looking around, he decided to investigate.

"Maybe it’ll be something interesting.."

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Tatsuya had taken a seat on the ground, eyes focused on a small ball of wire sponge that he had taken from the kitchen. Wordlessly he passed it from hand to hand, as if there was something interesting about the cleaning material. In fact his attention was so diverted that he jumped as he heard footsteps heading up the stairs from the level below. Silently he slipped the wire wool into his pocket, craning his head up to try and get a look at who was coming his way down the corridor.

It was quite the surprise to see the blue haired violinist.

Hadn't he been holed up for a while after that trial...? Tatsuya couldn't blame him. He'd taken Kaiko's death as hard as Hiromi had taken Four's, they just had different ways to try and deal with it. Perhaps then... there was something he could do to be of comfort? As the other came closer, he rose to his feet, unsure whether to stay or go. He was sure that Hiromi would hold some contempt towards him, especially for what he did to the crime scene. On one hand he wanted to apologise, on the other he wished to flee.

But he wouldn't hide away from this. Gritting his teeth, the escape artist approached the much taller male, his head held down in shame. "H...Hiromi..." He muttered, unsure of how to start the conversation. It didn't seem like this was going to run very smoothly. 

[subtlemirageoffreedom-blog]

Research - (Closed RP for Ichigo and Tatsuya)

[shsl-telekinetic]

On hearing a yelp, Ichigo darted to find the source of the noise. As he approached the Captive Room, he saw Tatsuya standing in the door way, looking out of the room. He imminently feared the worst.

"Tatsuya!" he cried. "What ‘appened? Was someone-" he cut himself off, not wanting to just throw that word around any more.

His eyes scanned the room behind the other, taller boy. “Everything okay?” Ichigo had no more to say.

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The sound of a panicked male's voice startled Tatsuya further, and he stumbled back another step with a yelp. Quickly his gaze darted over to Ichigo, breathing a sigh of relief as he realised that there wasn't a threat there. He barely caught the Spotter's words, having to shake his head to clear his thoughts before he could respond.

"Has someone...?" Tilting his head, it took him a moment to realise what was being said. "O...Oh... No... No one has died... I..." He trailed off, moving away further from the door, gaze still firmly placed in the opposite direction. There were even tears in the corners of his eyes. "...Yes... everything is fine... I just... do not like that room... Something.... It looks like something bad happened there... Something really bad..." His voice was strained, each word an effort.

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Reminisce - Open RP

[natewilsonmarksman]

“No, it’s obvious now that this place wasn’t normal.” Nate stepped to the wall of Tatsuya’s room and leaned against it. He seemed of Isabelle, Nate wondered if there was ny reason for that or maybe that was just Tatsuya’s natural instinct about people. “If by our current situation you mean the bear and the killings then no, I’m sure she doesn’t have anything to do with. But if you’re talking about us being in the hospital in the first place then I’m not so sure. She never did tell us what we were here for originally, she’s not being honest with us.” Presumebly she was here before, she must know something important but it was unlikely she’d tell them anytime soon. Even though Tatsuya suggested analysing her memory banks, Nate doubted he’d be willing to do it by force and he couldn’t think of how else they analyse them.

He still couldn’t understand why Tatsuya insisted they were friends. Even if they did now eachother it still seemed he was being optimistic. “Just because we have known each other doesn’t mean we were friends. We might have been enemies. You’re saying we should band together but if you’re right about us losing memories not only do we no longer know each other, we don’t even know ourselves anymore. Maybe…maybe it was us who did something terrible.” Nate found himself nervously tapping on the wall behind him; he began to do it without realising.

Tatsuya said they had to stop fighting each other. He said that yet he was the one who messed with the last crime scene. That entire idea that everyone could just stop was easier said than done. People were getting more desperate, they kept getting broken by motives and Nate suspected that eventually people were just getting used to death. But if Tatsuya was asking for his help then maybe it was the best shot he had right now. “I never started fighting anyone. Ok, so I’ll help, how?”

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"I guess it is." Tatsuya frowned, scratching absent-mindedly at his arm. "But what if Isabelle is as much of a hostage as we are?" The notion made sense to him. It would explain why the small robot wasn't being entirely honest with them, but attempted to help them regardless. "Or you could be right...." He swiftly added. "She may well be involved in something a lot deeper than we believe. I just... do not think she has any deliberate malicious intentions. Call that a fool's idea though if you wish."

A light laugh left Tatsuya, but it sounded somewhat empty. "Nate, you have so little faith in everyone, and yourself." He sighed, brushing his fringe back with a hand. "Even if we were enemies previously, currently, we have given ourselves more reason to be friends than enemies. If you do not believe in past bonds, look for the honesty that people have tried to show despite this desperate scenario. None of us are bad, just frightened. Humans act brashly when faced with something that scares them. It is no reason to act vilely towards one another. Besides I do not believe it was us that did anything bad, we do not have the capacity for such... an atrocity... I hope at least..." For a moment he watched Nate tap against the wall, surprised to see such an anxious gesture from the usually stoic Marksman. "Everyone has done terrible things at some point in their life, we have to look past that. If someone tries to improve their past, then I will not fault them. The damned have to have some redemption..."

Quietly, he awaited a response to his request. Nate seemed to be silent for an eternity, but a wave of relief swept over him as he agreed to help. "Thank you." He muttered sincerely, offering a quick bow. "I think we need to investigate the Experiment lab, and perhaps the Pathology labs too... maybe... the Captive room..." His voice took on a worried edge, and his form hunched over a little at the mention of that room. It didn't look like a pleasant place. "I... am interested by the machines there and the syringes, or more specifically what may be in them. It is either this or perhaps find Isabelle so we can speak with her.... or even look into those files a little more... have you read through any of them...?"

[gingerbuzzshake-deactivated2021]

Bar's Open [Open]

[gingerbuzzshake-deactivated2021]

Tybalt grinned “I’ll tell you most things. Nothing unreasonable or rule break-y. That would be rude.” Tybalt hummed slightly and turned his body on the stool so he was facing Tatsuya. He continued to hum a random tune that came into his head. He thought the tune was something like a nursery rhyme but he wasn’t too sure. He must have heard it somewhere though. 

Tybalt paused at the shaking of Tatsuya’s head. It was disappointing now and the thrill had seemed to have vanished. He thought for a while and just ended up sighing. “talk of peace! I hate the word,” He quoted the line under his breath trying to say it quiet enough so Tatsuya hopefully wouldn’t hear him. The line seemed well acted, as if Tybalt played his namesake perfectly. He cut appropriate parts of the line out as he knew. It felt horrible though like the world had flipped all of a sudden. “Failure is failure Tatsuya. Fail once and you can improve but more than once?” Tybalt grinned brightly again.

He sighed when Tatsuya asked to see it and span round on the stool to face away from him. “Don’t do any rule break-y remember.” He lifted up the short strands of hair on the back of his neck exposing a little mechanism that was actually closer up than he thought. He had to fiddle around to expose it properly.

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Nodding, Tatsuya quickly agreed. “Of course, nothing that would cause too much fuss or break the rules.” He brushed his hand across the bar beside them, thinking to himself. There was no way he was going to break the rules, especially when Monobear had stated that harming the dead students was punishable by death. He doubted that Tybalt knew anything more than him anyway. That train of thought was interrupted however by the humming. It sounded ominous, and set him on edge. Hunching his shoulders, he tried to brush the sound off. "Do you... actually remember anything about being brought back...?"

He frowned for a moment, only just catching the line that had been uttered. Wasn't that from Romeo and Juliet? "Quoting things now does not change how you once acted Tyz." Sighing, he tapped his foot against the floor, almost nervously. Being reminded that his failures were indeed setbacks did nothing to help him. "Of course... but sometimes failure helps us to understand what must be done, no matter the state of previous circumstances."

"Yes. I promise I won’t." His voice sounded oddly absent, his attention focused on the mechanism attached to Tybalt’s neck. In one fluid movement he leant forwards, pulling his glasses out of his pocket and putting them onto his face. He even pulled up his sleeves, leaving pale fingers free to trace across the metal for a moment. All in all, he seemed intrigued, analysing the object almost as if he had expert knowledge. "Is this the only mechanism?" He mused, face still close to the other's neck. "I mean as far as I can tell... I believe it might be placed into the brain stem..."