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Chapter 3: Trial End
He watches. He doesn’t mourn. Murderers get what they deserve. Even if he was a friend, Tougou was no different. But when Clive heads directly to his ransacked room after the trial, he listens to the only words that echo through his mind: What have you done?
Wake Up (Closed - Clive)
thymeforpuns:
The teacher’s eyes remained unfocused, distant - distraught. Not even the placing of a tea cup directly in front of him caught his eye or attention: it took until the other actually spoke for the teacher to respond to his presence, head slowly turning in a slow, regretful manner. The movements of one who had given up.
“Why bother? I’m nothing but a burden who fails all my students every time I wish to act, anyway.” A low, self-mocking laugh with no joy in it, there. “I…I couldn’t do anything. Just as my side affect from not sleeping was, I couldn’t…be there to listen, to protect…it would have been better for all the students if it were me punished instead, instead of three folk who’ve done nothing but good.” Daiki had kept them alert to danger, Wataru the optimist. Bendy, too…but that was ruined.
There was nothing he was good for. Anything he tried - he remembered from the first investigation of the bomb that wasn’t there - just fell to pieces. In all honesty, he truly did think it would have been better for all if he’d gone instead.
As someone who had likely encountered more death than someone his age should have, Clive couldn’t feel the sliver of remorse for Justin’s self-pity. For Justin to think this was his problem alone was selfish at best, disrespectful at worst. Coddling the man would surely do no good, as clearly it hadn’t last time. This time, Clive was more direct. “Just who exactly do you think you are?”
Clive snaps, his eyes narrowed at the teacher. His tone is as accusatory as his expression, and it doesn’t falter with even the smallest flicker of pity. “You don’t have any control over anyone here, and you’re a fool to think that you could have stopped Goro, or Wataru, or Monokuma, or the next person, from doing any of this; and to think that you’re to blame is even more foolish.”
Clive finally breaks from his harsh tone, quietly finishing his thoughts behind a steaming cup of tea. “None of them would have wanted to see you shirking your responsibilities and giving up on the little hope we have of surviving. That, I’m sure of.”
Wake Up (Closed - Clive)
With time passing - Justin seemed no more aware of his surroundings than he had with the shock collars on - if a student was to approach, he’d be blankly staring into nothing in the kitchen, all cheery grin gone. There was no happiness in his eyes, just a dull, pained sadness and emptiness: it was evident to everyone even the optimistic Justin had given up. What…what point was there to being cheerful, when it should have been him to be punished, not Daiki, nor Wataru, nor Bendy?
He deserved every bit of sadness, because he wished it had been him instead, not his students again, to suffer - and he’d simply let them down again, Wataru most of all by failing to listen. He was a failure as a teacher…so what right did he have to smile? He didn’t even respond when Clive walked into the dining room, continuing to stare to nothing.
All he seemed to be to them was a disappointment…would they just be better off without him? Probably.
It was a shame, the way things had escalated so quickly, and the reality of their situation had set in. Though Clive wasn’t completely exhausted anymore, he still didn’t have quite as much energy as he’d hoped. He takes the time to make two cups of tea, one for himself and one in front of the distant teacher. His eyes were red, but he was there, as vacant as his expression was.
The young man gives no hesitation when he sits down beside Justin, taking a sip of his own tea before pointing out the obvious.
“You’re wasting your time, sitting around crying like this,” he says coldly. “Surely you have something better to do.”
Chapter 2 End
To be frank, Clive had little patience. The curtains had closed on Wataru’s execution, and he felt so... little. Nothing smug like he had after Goro had been murdered, just cold, empty, tired nothing. The shock collar unbuckled, and dropped to his feet. He looked among the others, watching them all, some of them falling apart, others in a tired daze like him. But he looks back down to the collar, and grimaces. He’s clear for that moment, enough to take the collar from the ground, and, in his clenched fist, carry it with him as they all took the elevator back up to the hotel.
. (Chapter 2)
goutou-san:
“There’s no catch at all! I mean it. Why, are you that wary of my offer to you? I mean, I can understand it. Especially after everything that’s happened.” He laughs it off, smiling a sharp grin, perhaps baring his teeth a little more. Normally he’d hide the fact, but if he was going to truly side with someone as helpful as Clive seemed, it was better to be open about some secrets…
“Of course it’s out of the goodness of my heart! I don’t expect any money from you from this at all. I can easily get that myself, but… you know.”
Clive couldn’t place exactly what was unsettling him about all of this, but... at least from Tougou’s words, Clive had very little reason to worry. “Mm. If you say so.”
He takes a peek behind Tougou’s shoulder and into Noah’s room, his mind back on track for the time being. “Did you find anything in there? He would have ought to have some sort of evidence of what was in the computers he’d found...”
. (Chapter 2)
goutou-san:
Tougou scoffed. “I should be saying the same to you, wandering around at this floor instead of tending to all your little suitcases.”
“I’m not keeping anything to myself, and if you’re that desperate to get some good information, why not have someone find it for you? I figured a reporter like you would already be getting someone to do your dirty work for you.”
Still, he couldn’t help but crack a smile at the idea that just popped in his head. “I wouldn’t mind helping you out, though. We’re next door neighbors, after all! I’m sure you’re trying to look out for the best interests in stopping the next possible murder, so… think about it.”
“Consider it a friendly offer from me. I don’t usually give those, so you’re very lucky, Clive-kun.”
Clive grits his teeth at Tougou’s little comment, but decides to brush it off for now. "A friendly offer?” Clive echoes the other student’s words. In the back of his mind, he knew that it wouldn’t be for free. He sounded entirely too smug to actually be sincere in his words. He crosses his arms, looking on at Tougou with half suspicion and half intrigue.
“I’m used to doing the work myself. However, if your assistance is out of the goodness of your heart as you make it out to be, then I’d be happy to accept. Though I can’t help but assume there’s some sort of catch.”
. (Chapter 2)
goutou-san:
Tougou genuinely thought people weren’t going to bother with this room. He’d assumed they were all far too preoccupied with Akechi’s room, trifling and searching and browsing through every nook and cranny to find out why he did it, or what belongings they could possibly keep for their own personal benefits. Tougou could care less about that busy crowd and instead went searching through Noah’s room instead.
Nothing too impressive, really. Just a lot of junk in Tougou’s eyes, since he didn’t have much he could really use with clothes that didn’t fit him, let alone any of Noah’s tech.
It’s not until he hears the faintest sound of footsteps that he freezes in place, turning his head only as he’s spoken to. Of course it’s Clive. The somewhat arrogant young man who seemed to have… a questionable sense of justice.
“If you think I’m attempting to hide evidence or anything along those lines, you’re gravely mistaken, Clive. And don’t talk to me in that sort of tone, either.” he glared at the young man, not really caring for the way he’d hissed at him.
“I’m searching around and I don’t need your nose of all people’s trailing after me. My only explanation is that I wanted to give this room a look through because everyone else seems to be investigating Goro’s room. I don’t believe there’s anything in the rules that says I can’t look in here, so let me do whatever I want.”
The excuse was valid, sure, Clive thought, but still not enough. How suspicious could one person be? He eases off, for now, but the reporter had no intention of fully letting this guy off the hook. “Maybe not, but I do believe there’s an unspoken rule that we shouldn’t be out this late. If I had any guess, I’d say you’re only here because you’re hiding something.”
“Don’t take me for a fool, Tougou. If you have evidence, I want to be certain that you won’t keep it to yourself."
Memorial (Chapter 2)
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“Mr. Thyme, Are.... are you alright?”
It was a ridiculous question. Of course he wasn’t. Not many of them were, after the past days’ events. But Justin had seemed to be the worst off about it. They’d even did their best to search for that horrible horrible thing, the thing that ended up being nothing. All that worrying, that stress, for absolutely nothing. But maybe that’s just how this game was going to be. All the same, it obviously didn’t sit well with Justin.
Taking a seat down beside him, he folds his hands, pressing his thumbs together until they turned white. “I saw the flower and handkerchief in Noah’s room. I assume that was you.”
You know what a good way of getting everyone’s attention in the dining hall at breakfast is? Blowing a loud whistle, of course! They’re damn lucky she didn’t get out the bullhorn, but she wasn’t feeling it today.
“So, now that I got yer attention, I’d like t’make an announcement.” Peacock with an announcement doesn’t seem to be a good thing, and she can tell some people are already ignoring her for their breakfast, so she cuts right to the chase. “I went through the murderer’s room, and he had a murder notebook!”
Peacock holds it high in the air, a bit smug knowing she has their undivided attention now. “He wrote about all of you! That’s right, each and every one of youse, even me! He was tryin’ to think about how to off most of us, too! Kinda fucked up, ain’t it?”
By now, more people have gathered, curious about what the hell this girl is talking about. She plops herself down on the table she was standing on, opening it to the very beginning. Oh, it’s easy to tell that some of her peers are wondering why she was in Goro’s room to begin with, but she isn’t here to answer those questions.
“Hey, y’wanna know what he said about ya?” She’s turning to the person standing closest to her, immediately turning to their page in the notebook. “It might be good stuff!”
Now this was an interesting development. Part of him didn’t entirely believe that the notebook was full of murder fantasies. No, not from a detective. But it would contain vital information to be sure, both potentially helpful in their escape, but also extremely harmful. He had to get his hands on it, all of it, one way or another.
Clive knew that everyone else wanted to see their own pages, and of course he was curious to the contents of his as well. But more importantly, he wanted to see everyone else’s, and know that he was the only one who had access to it. It isn’t until an hour or so later that he approaches her.
“If I might speak to you in private...”
He wouldn’t take no for an answer, either. If she’d refuse, he’d simply pull her away by the arm, bringing her to an isolated area in the hallway.
“How much?” He says flatly. “I want the book, and I’m willing to pay. Name your price.”
. (Chapter 2)
Nighttime was an eerie place on this island. Typically people didn’t stay out much, though tonight, Clive happened to be an exception. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe restlessness. Carefully he locked his room’s door behind him, quietly making his way upstairs as to not disturb anyone. Maybe he could take a few moments to himself up on the roof to catch some fresh air, he thought.
He’s almost about to turn the corner to the stairwell to the second floor when he notices a light, and a door open where one definitely shouldn’t be. With near-silent footfalls he sneaks into the hallway, finding-- yes, that was undoubtedly Noah’s room. Was someone looking for evidence? Looting the room of a corpse? He’d have to find out for himself.
With fists and teeth clenched, Clive does his best as not to be seen as he approaches Noah’s open door. But before he can even peer inside, someone steps out of the room. In an instant Clive is grabbing them, pinning them against the wall with his forearm to their-- his throat.
“What were you doing in there,” Clive hisses, staring down Tougou with threatening concern. “You’d better have a decent explanation.”
@goutou-san
Dissected (Chapter 2)
shslexperiment:
Suki shuffled around. “Ummm, n-no, not really…” Oh no, did he write for Current Biology? It was mostly online now and her lab never had a subscription. Also they would sometimes have an octopus on the cover and after the second time of that happening she sort of stopped reading them. Suki wrung her arms more.
“I l-like Nature and C-cell the best.” Well, not exactly, but very inoffensive answers. They were the big name journals, better to have him think of her as having basic tastes then mad that she didn’t like the ones he wrote for. Suki was getting nervous about if he disliked her now, her eyes went wide when he mentioned puzzles.
Seriously so wide, if you looked hard enough her pupils were stars in that moment. “OH OH, tell me!” He must have meant the medical puzzles that were in the back page of the New England Journal of Medicine each week! She was so good at those and they were literally her favorite thing ever, like a fun little game everyone could guess at! She’d missed a few since the vacation started, so maybe he had the newest one!!!!
“I know all of them!”
So... yes. Odd that she’d be so insistent on refusing her interest in the subject while simultaneously praising two journals on the very thing. Clive couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in suspicion, and though he’d be the first to tell her that no, he wasn’t a scientific journalist (far from it), her excitement over this suggestion of a puzzle had quickly put him at ease.
“Maybe we can make this a little more interesting. If I can manage to stump you, then you’ll have to tell me one thing about yourself. If you answer correctly, then I’ll tell you something about me. Alright?” Maybe that was far too generous of a bet, especially against the ultimate test taker-- but he was a gambler at heart, and never minded a challenge of wits.
“It has two spines and thousands of ribs. What is it?”
Despite living on the same floor, Akihiko rarely saw much of his neighbors. Maybe they just had different daily rhythms, or maybe they just liked being in their room for most of the day.
When he headed back to his room, he was surprised to see Clive leaving his room, and more surprised when Clive spoke to him. They had talked some during their search of the island with Justin, but even then they hadn’t said much to each other.
“Oh, Akihiko, good morning,” the well-dressed reporter said. “Say, would you happen to know anything about this ‘murder notebook’ people have been talking about?”
After automatically replying “good morning” Aki’s mind froze. “Wh…what’s this about a murder notebook?” He hadn’t been present for Peacock’s announcement, and tended to be out of the loop about this sort of thing.
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He really didn’t know...?
Clive had just assumed by this point that everyone had known about Peacock’s recent discovery. And, being completely honest to himself, he was a little intimidated to talk to her in the first place. Hence why he’d went looking for rumors elsewhere.
“Maybe ‘murder notebook’ is a little harsh. That’s what Peacock was calling it...” The reporter rests a hand on his chin, thinking over just how to put this request. “It’s more of an analysis, so to speak. Apparently Goro had been taking notes on all of us here. Did you really not know...?”
Dissected (Chapter 2)
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Suki turned quickly to the new visitor. “Hello! Umm, d-did you want m-me to leave?” Of course she instantly felt unwelcome and mostly in the way of someone else who wanted to observe the bodily systems. She stepped away to put the skeleton in full view. Maybe they would be nice enough to let her stay in the room.
Her head tilted like a confused puppy. “But we do k-know each other’s names… y-you just called me Suki and… uhhh…” Well, she didn’t know it off the top of her head like him. Suki shuffled around to turn away from him and crouched down on the ground, shielding her phone from view while she used it. It was more the use itself rather that the phone that she wanted to hide, but right once she had what she needed Suki lept up to face them again.
“You’re Clive Dove, the s-super high school level r-reporter!” A reporter, how exciting. Suki knew there had been lots of news articles about her and she definitely didn’t want to read any of them or remember they existed oh no she just did remember right now and it was making her sad quick had to think of something different that would make her happy again.
Oh yeah, all the cool stuff in this room. She made a tiny gesture with her head towards the display case. “Isn’t it p-pretty? I think that I can n-name every bone in there. T-there should be two hundred and six, t-though I haven’t counted yet…” Counting them all sure sounded like a lot of fun!
Hidden or not, it was more than obvious what Suki had been doing. It wasn’t difficult to gather that she’d been looking over his ID on her phone, but in a way he couldn’t blame her, so he laughs it off instead, with a chuckle and a simple “As I said...” without much delving into that topic.
As Suki’s attention turns back to the skeleton, so does his own. pretty was the last word on his mind, more like grim, but to each their own. He’s just surprised that such a timid girl could be so enamored with human remains as though they were a blooming flower. “A biology fan, I take it?” he asks, putting a hand up to his chin. “I’m be honest, I was never a huge fan of the subject, though this does remind me of a certain puzzle, if you’d care to hear it.” He really couldn’t help himself. It was his way of small talk, a small comfort in an unsettling situation. Hopefully not too off-putting for her.
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Dissected (Chapter 2)
Clive hadn’t said much through the trial. He didn’t feel the need to interject much, as things had pretty easily unfolded for themselves. Would he say he was sorry for the now- deceased Noah? Of course, who wouldn’t be? Could he say the same for the late Goro Akechi? Absolutely not.
Anyone would have noticed, on the elevator out of the courtroom, that Clive had remained eerily unfazed. Stone-cold and expressionless, he merely waved silently to the rest of the group before parting ways, not even bothering to stick around and discuss. What had been done was done, and everyone had gotten what they’d deserved.
In the wake of it all, Clive had decided that the only better thing to do than sit around and contemplate all day, was to explore more for the island. An open gate and a trail had led to a museum, and a curiosity which couldn’t go ignored had led him inside.
The first exhibit in the hall was eerie, to say the least. Organs and dioramas that, after such a display earlier, had finally managed to make Clive’s skin crawl. Maybe this is where they’d gotten all that blood...
At least there was one thing in the room that wasn’t unsettling enough to make him turn and leave. “Seems I’m not the only one here....” He muses aloud, treading closer to his classmate. “Suki, was it? I think we’d only spoken briefly before, so...” He takes a while to observe a figure encased in glass, a human skeleton with red and blue veins spread out across it like branches and vines on the most unsettling of trees.
“Terrible, don’t you think? That we’re here to be pit against each other and we barely know one another’s names... Though... maybe in the end that’s for the best, I suppose.”
@shslexperiment
goutou-san:
Tougou didn’t really have much to bring with him. Nothing apart from different clothes, some minor essentials, and his collection of wallets. It all fit into one suitcase, so it was just perfect. It was much more inconspicuous than say, someone carrying several pieces of luggage. It was impractical to him, being so lavish and particular about needing to bring so much. Then again, it’s not as though material things mattered to him. At least, not in the same way as it does to others.
Still, his new neighbor definitely had a say in his choices.
“Is that a bad thing? Haha, I have plenty in this old thing.” he laughed off the supposed snide remark, patting the leather suitcase with a smile. “I take it you’re fully prepared as if we’re being thrown into the wilderness, then? It’s good to have someone meticulous around here, though. You don’t often see people who are cautious.” Of course, he wasn’t going to hold back from being equally as sensitive.
“Ah, but where are my manners. I’m Tougou, pleased to meet you.” He bowed, offering a sweet grin.
“You can never be too prepared,” He hums, folding his hands behind his back as he observes his neighbor. For acting so humble, he was certainly good at keeping his appearance. His school uniform was pressed neatly, the armband signifying his status as a student officer. Clearly he still had something to show off, even if there was some slight disrespect hidden behind his words. Clever. Something Clive could appreciate.
“Clive,” he introduces himself, extending a more friendly hand to Tougou. “So I assume we’ll be neighbors for the next few weeks?”
Hide and Seek
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thymeforpuns:
While he knows that constantly pacing in front of the front doors he asked any student who is willing to assist him isn’t going to solve anything: the constant ticking made it far too impossible for Justin to stay still. He felt like every moment the sound got louder, the closer a potential harm came for the students. Something had to be done to halt this harm that didn’t involve anyone being hurt before it happened, he couldn’t waste time standing here idly.
He wanted to protect his students, after all - but the problem was, if he outright told them of what he thought the ticking was, it might make them panic more. Which was not what he wanted. Thankfully, it seemed the student who approached for the conversation about the ticking was the calm-looking sort…one positive, at least.
He’d take any positives he could here.
Nodding in a thankful manner, he wasted no time in explaining. “What I wanted to talk about…is a theory. Granted, I have no evidence to back this up…but a loud ticking? That bear threatening a bad thing to happen to the entire island if we don’t ‘play along’? There can be no denying what would most likely fit such a description…I…I think the bear has hidden some sort of bomb somewhere.”
Face pale, he shook, before musing: “If it was large enough…it could wipe everyone out just as the bear threatens, too. So I…want to try and find this potential bomb, but there is a problem. I have no experience with disarming them, and do not want to scare the other students more than they already are that the ticking may be a bomb…are…are you skilled in such a thing? Disarming bombs?”
There was a desperate hope in the teacher’s eyes.
Akihiko had been boxing in the hotel’s gym when his ID received the message; focused on his exercise, he’d barely even heard the buzzing. It wasn’t until he’d wrapped up his routine and picked up his ID on the way out that he finally opened Justin’s message, and what he saw stopped him in his tracks.
For the unstoppable jokester to be this grave…Whatever he had in mind, Akihiko wanted to be a part of it. He hurried down the stairs, quickly stopped by his room to drop off his boxing equipment, and went to the front of the hotel, still in his sweaty exercise gear.
It seemed he wasn’t the first to respond to Justin’s message; he saw the (rather pale-looking) orange-haired teacher speaking with a very dapper-looking man. As Akihiko walked over to the duo, he heard the tail end of what Justin said to the other person.
“Wait, wait, what’s this about bombs?” Akihiko inquired as he approached the two. “Sorry to eavesdrop, but I read your message just a bit ago.”
He doesn’t make the effort to truly welcome his classmate to the conversation, simply stepping aside to allow him to participate rather than explaining everything over again. After all, it was fairly obvious what had sparked the conversation.
“I can’t say that the thought of this ‘horrible thing’ being a bomb hasn’t crossed my mind,” Clive says, closing his eyes in thought- or, maybe as a way to calm himself down.
“As for disarming them... that’s something else entirely. The kind of thing I’ve only read about in books, unfortunately...” His words weren’t completely untrue, he decided. Constructing them, on the other hand-- maybe he was more familiar with that than he’d like to admit to a room of strangers.
“Besides, wouldn’t finding said bomb-- or bombs, for that matter-- wouldn’t that be our first priority? What good is knowing how to diffuse a bomb if we can’t even find them? If that is what Monokuma has set up for us in the first place. For all we know, he could be misleading us.”
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