#astralchseven

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Monobear Theater || Nami || [Re: Mistrial]

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought I could…I trusted that someone would…I thought we could solve it…

Nami let her head fall to the podium, shutting her eyes and trying her hardest to tune out the rest of the world. She had promised to help Haruka, to be a good friend…and she’d failed, miserably. Even post-mortem, the meteorologist was still a disappointment, unable to find the killer and costing the life of an innocent in the same breath. 

For once, she did something she never had after a trial—she cried. Sobbed, actually. Nami didn’t need anyone to love her—not even like her. She didn’t ask for social gratification or a lover; all she really wanted, down at her core, was a friend. Someone who genuinely thought she was a decent human being and wanted to grow closer to her, a person compassionate enough to try at friendship with an aloof girl like herself. Even in this environment, fouled with death, mistrust, and lies, she had managed to find that—someone who was willing to be her friend.

Now she was dead, and so was an innocent human being. No, that wasn’t true—they were all innocent, everyone who had died here. Even the killers were mere victims to this game. And to think that the forecaster had spent the past two weeks wandering and incoherently muttering to herself in her room trying to solve the riddle that was the mastermind. She’d ignored her one opportunity at companionship because of it.

"M-mastermind…you…you need to watch out…! I will not let a…a <shit stain>…like you win, ever!”

Her attempt at a threat was laughable as salty tears ran down her cheeks, hand clutching her sweater meekly.

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tant pis | Aimé | [RE: Execution] | [Trial Room > Kitchen]

Aimé had his eyes closed throughout the execution. He’d become quite a master at shutting things out by now; he looked as though he was sleeping while he stood, posture relaxed and slouching against the podium. If he kept his eyes closed for long enough maybe later he’d remember this and think it was a dream.

The blond was thankful at least that his new friend Jaz had not been lost this time. He had not known the girl that had been mistrialed on, and for that he felt a little thankful. There weren’t any particularly nice feelings towards Akuma (or Ryuzabuza or whatever his name was), having voted for him purely because he was a type of chef. Honestly, what a shallow thing to potentially send someone to the gallows for.

He couldn’t possibly miss his after-trial ritual, though. People had already started to filter out of the trial room and up the elevator, and gradually he followed, slow as ever. His expression was not scared, nor were his eyes dead like most people’s; he simply looked completely and utterly neutral, as if he were unconscious with his eyes open.

He was heading to the kitchen, of course. It seemed he couldn’t leave that place alone. Usually he tended to make a new friend there every time he visited, though… That only gave him more incentive to return there.

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Time Flies When Your Friends Are Fucking Dead || Max || [RE: Everything]

The perfect way to describe the time that was spent on the base was like having a permanent bad taste in your mouth. Whether you were wrapping up a trail or sitting in your room until the next motive came, it was that sour feeling in your gut. It was suffocating and vile, but no medicine or meditation could seem to ease it. 

Max had felt that way for a while, straying from their classmates and keeping hidden in their dorm. Maybe that was why they had survived so long. Still, they felt lonely and restless throughout the coming motive and murder, trudging outside their dorm only when they were needed but left mostly to their own devices in the time after.

As the trial came, they had given their apologies to the victim but hadn’t found the energy to do much for her sake. Maybe that’s why it ended in a mistrial. Max couldn’t help but feel the complete guilt, their vote falling useless. If there had been a vote at all, it would have been for Haruka. What a sick trial. 

They left it feeling uneasy and nauseous. What use were they giving? They were out of it. Max couldn’t help but feel like they weren’t the same person, their body shifting in the direction of their dorm rather than their fellow students. They knew they had to do something more. 

They headed in the direction of the kitchen first, hoping to have a run-in with Aimé if given enough luck. They stepped inside through the cafeteria, blowing out a heavy sigh and glancing around for their friend. He didn’t seem to be present, but they couldn’t help but notice a peculiar cat wandering about the kitchen. Okay.

Meaningful shit could come later. Time to pet the kitty.

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CHAPTER SEVEN END - MONOBEAR THEATRE

[ ♪♫♪♫ ]

Dreams are wonderful.

You can do whatever you want within them-- Float around, fly, soar, be whoever you wanted to be, get whatever you had wished to obtain--

Yet at some point, we all have to wake up.

Some of us never do. We stay in our own dream world designated to us and us alone.

Others die and are reborn into their own world of dreams.

That's awful peculiar, don't you think?

Oh, well. Life itself is like a dream. I wonder what's outside of our very own boundaries of thought? Literally and figuratively. Kyahaha!

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MONOBEAR THEATRE - DISCIPLINE IS OVERRATED

This had been the second time the students had now killed an innocent. Needlessly, without a say, the girl was dragged off to her own demise. Such a shame how she had never hurt a fly.

EXECUTION: COMMENCE

DISCIPLINE IS OVERRATED

The room is dark, only a thin spotlight shining down on the young animal trainer. Then, with a low hum, the room lights up a bit more, the spotlight widening into a bigger circle, revealing that the room is actually a circus ring, the seats, cloaked in shadow, empty. Shika stands in the middle of the circle, a training crop in her hand, alone. And then, a large beast stalks out from the shadows, a massive white tiger with blue eyes, somewhat resembling Kiba.

He approaches Shika, seeming innocent at first, but then, his eyes suddenly turn a glowing red, and he advances more aggressively, his lips drawn back in a snarl. Shika flinches, and lashes the crop in the tiger’s direction (though not making contact), but the beast seems unfazed. Shika is surprised; this has never happened before, and she immediately begins to panic.

She steals a glance over her shoulder, and sees more animals creeping from the shadows, their eyes a glowing red as well. There are dogs (one of which is a Shiba Inu), wolves, a lion, even a bear. They surround her, and Shika tries to back up but is unable to escape. Then, one of the wolves lunges forward with a feral snarl.

Shika dodges the canine’s attack, but as the wolf lands and turns on her once more, the white tiger leaps forward, claws outstretched and fangs bared, and rams into her, knocking her to the ground. She can’t even attempt to get up, as the other animals leap forward as well and she goes down in a mass of fangs and fur.

When the madness clears and the animals begin to return to the shadows, the only evidence that there was ever a person there is a small pool of blood and a broken trainer’s crop.

Shika Sayuri, SHSL Animal Trainer, has been executed.

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SCHOOL TRIAL || Monokuma || Nice Fuck Up

"Boo hoo. You all fucked up. Thanks to your magnificent luck, we're going to be picking an innocent this time around. Congratulations! You really did deserve it. I'll explain the killer's complications after we get this execution underway. Hold tight."

"Now then. Who should I pick..."

"Max,"

"Aime,"

"Tokiko,"

"Yasu,"

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I literallu Y just woku up what the fuck. Ryuzaburo votes for aime

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Anonymous vote for Haruka.