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[sleeplesscitizen]

See It To Believe It | Boufana | RE: Yajiro

“Oh, how kind of you, dearest Yajiro, for considering the state of your verdant ally. For one, I’ll confirm that she is not guilty of the deaths that occurred during the closure period. If any of you were concerned to vote on a culprit that was absent, I shall put that to rest. Not too hard, right?”

Repositioning herself at the exit door, she continues her line of thought. “As for her health, she is unfortunately comatose as her body is receiving special treatment. I hoped to save such a revelation for after the trial, but Fukai is a bit special. No other human being could have survived impalement like that, but the girl is resilient as shit, and for good reason. You can all ask about that once this is all over. But for now, here’s a little teaser!”

The screens above the mainframe light up, revealing the immediate image of, unsurprisingly, Fukai Miki. Still wearing the same clothes as at the time of her attack, she floats upright in a large, futuristic glass tube full of an unknown, presumably viscous blue-tinted liquid. 

As the camera pans out, much more surprisingly, are similar looking teenagers that deeply share Miki’s resemblance, with green hair, toned skin complexion, and same facial expressions of deep rest.

The screen cuts out seconds later, after sufficient evidence of the girl’s living existence became clear. 

“Hope that did it for you, because I could wheel her out if y'all wanted! Though she’d probably die if I did that, so I recommend continuing with the trial before my patience runs out.”

With the worries about Fukai out of the way, the goal is clear: the culprit must be brought to justice.

[sleeplesscitizen]

RE: Start >>

“And here we are again, only this time, for the first time!” Boufana breathes in, relaxing upon every student’s entrance into the room. “Home, sweet home! Well, my home. If any of you are curious, the hulk of metal you’re looking at is none other than yours truly!”

“Yep, that big girl right there is your beautiful teacher, Miss Boufana (Deeznuts)! Appearances can be deceiving, lol!” She struts towards the machine, knocking lightly on its stainless steel hull. “Normally, AI systems aren’t this large. But I’ve always been the brains of the family, so it’s only natural my system is the largest! After all, I control what goes on in Japan! Not only that, but I gotta manage all the people to murder on the outside, too! Imagine how much work it is...I mean…sheesh, give a girl a break, right?”

“Anyways, I’m sure you’re all just itching to start the trial back up after our long, long recess. Feels like a month passed, if I’m being honest! Of course, even with all that extra time I so generously handed out, I’m sure you’re still nervous. So just remember...sucks to be you! Although, you may not have it as bad as the intruder among you!....Oops! Well, you know what they say, trust your fellow man! Unless they’re trying to kill you all. So I guess, well, don’t trust em’, lol!....

…trial restart? Trial restart!”

TRIAL RESTART!

[sleeplesscitizen]

RECESS!

At Chika’s final direct words to the iron-clad supervisor of your School of Murder, the blonde replies with a dramatic, showstopping drum solo to bring the sonic excitement to an eleven! Her beats are stylish, energetic, and professional, and her rhythm is nearly mechanical!

“Ha...Ha....Ha....how was that?! Awesome, right?!” You give her no response. “Oh, come on! At least give me some constructive criticism! Whatever.” She shrugs, still holding onto the sticks. “Well, you guys got me. And way faster than I expected you to, lol! I dunno if that’s a testament to you all being smart, or stupid. And I don’t think I ever gave an answer to that.” She sighs, still smiling. “Well, then! I guess the intruder doesn’t want to give themselves up honorably after all! I would think somebody of such high moral stature would end this game by now! Too bad! Looks like we’ll have to go with Plan B!”

Boufana pounds her drums vigorously, for another ten seconds, before reaching an ultimate climax of noise. At it’s pinnacle, she shouts:

“RECESS!”

“That’s right you little shits. You’re all free to re-investigate! And I encourage you all to do so properly again, because you might just find it to be a bit easier!”  She moves off of her drum-set, and repeats herself firmly. “What are you guys waiting for!? Scram! You’ve got half the time you received for the first investigation! Make it count!”

So, in the end, she’ll let you all off the hook after all. At least, in some way.

INVESTIGATION...START?

[sleeplesscitizen]

SNRK | Boufana | ATTN: Yajiro

Slowing down and coming to a halt on the drums, Boufana looks up with an excited look on her face. “So, how’d you guys like my—oh, awwh.” She hums disappointedly. “I’m really pouring my nonexistent heart into this, so at least give me some constructive criticism!”

She pouts in annoyance, and turns her head to the side.

“Anyways. Trial Attendance is mandatory, or else you’ll be turned into a Sleepless. I feel that I insinuated this on our first go-around.”

After answering that, she returns to playing a jazzy beat to add some extra flair to this trial.

[sleeplesscitizen]

Deorum Vult - CHAPTER 3 END

He looked back up, and felt himself freeze. His heart and smile dropped when he saw everyone’s frightened expressions. He spun back around to see wh-Oh.

Boufana’s arm sliced through Akira’s temporary body like it was cutting through butter. Bisected in two, both of Akira’s halves collapse onto the floor, dead weight.

But, for some reason, there’s no blood. Looking more closely at the newfound corpse on the floor, you can all see that it is not a corpse at all--

--Akira’s temporary body....was a robot! Viscous fluid and metal piping align to where the bones would be, and a faux-layer of skin and surface-level flesh. The detail and attention to work was so perfect, not even the loved one’s originator even perceived this.

The sinister blonde nightmare laughs hysterically over your simultaneous realizations--both on the part of the loved one’s identity, and...her own.

“Lucky you, am I right? If I slice and diced anybody else in this room, they’d be KO’d permanently! Blood instead of oil, y’know? Anyways, the pain might be unbearable, but it's nothing compared to some other pain that a virtual being can feel. So toughen up while I brief you guys on what’s next. Then you can skedaddle.”

“First off, I recommend you all go snooping around this floor and the basement soon. Call it a side-quest, but if you’re curious about what we saved you from, go ahead and look. Second, don’t think that anything will be different from what you’ve learned. We still have a goal in mind, and I will see it through.”

Snapping her fingers, familiar fumes begin to pour out from nearby vents.

“And finally--I would consider taking up a hobby at this point….with all the time you’re gonna have….”

As soon as you loose the air in your lungs, the shortest breath in quickly has the room swirling. The last thing you see and hear before passing out is the laughing image of Boufana, a woman who most definitely enjoys her job of breaking you down. As you fall into the void, you hear one last thing--”

“Nothing here matters. I’ll use the world as my plaything until we can active the--”

[sleeplesscitizen]

Hopped Up | Akira | Execution Reaction+....A Surprise?

What Boufana had said soared over Akira’s head- he knew what was coming up. It didn’t seem like they’d be switching back so… So he’d have to... He swallowed hard, keeping his gaze down. He won’t watch, that’s all. He just didn’t have to watch… It’ll be okay.

Then it started- the voice he heard wasn’t his mother’s so he risked looking up- feeling slight relief- how he hated that he did- at the fact it was AIZA’s actual body, and not his mother’s. He watched on, a frown tugging at his lips at the events going on- he knew how it felt to be out of breath… That had to hu-

His thoughts cut out when she came on screen. He jumped up from his seat, both hands slamming on the table. He wanted to yell- but nothing came out. The fear on her face hurt him more than anything he knew before. Then… Then...

It was over.

When did he start crying? He didn’t know. All he knew was that she was gone. The tears started falling freely for the first time since he was in this body and he sat back down and hunched over, his arms resting on the table in front of him, his head following after resting on it as well. He didn’t notice anything around him- not even Yumemi’s hug.

Akira’s body still shook with silent sobs. All he could think about was the fact that she was gone. She was gone and there’s nothing he could do to save her. What kind of son am I? There could’ve been something I could have done...Useless boy. UselessUselessUse-

“Well, well, if it isn’t the man of the hour over here, wallowing away like a scared little bunny rabbit!”

Well, that got his attention. His head spun towards the voice, his sadness replaced by confusion- Why? What did she want? - at least for a moment before it hardens to a more hated look at the last comment.

“I would call you a momma’s boy, but that doesn’t really make much sense--seeing as you don’t got one anymore, lol!”

What did she just say? Akira’s hands clenched tighter, his expression deepening even more- practically sending a murderous look to the blonde. He managed to look away however, his arms shaking slightly- though this time not from his crying. Shut up. Shut up. He knew she was just trying to provoke him- but he couldn’t help it.

“I warned you once, and I’ll warn you again Hisakawa--you should respect me. Otherwise, the strings of fate might just pull on those just as close to you as your mother was.”

Boufana’s words- against Akira’s will- had affected him more than he wanted. The building frustration of not being able to help his mother coupled with Boufana’s taunting pushed him over his limit. His hands slammed down on the table- hard enough it shook, almost instantly after, he stood up suddenly- the chair he was sitting in being knocked down behind him in the process- he was practically seething now. At least he’s more intimidating in this appearance than his normal one.

Shut up. Shut up. SHUT. UP. He took one step towards her and pulled an arm back in a single motion before yelling in frustration- aiming his fist towards Boufana’s face, putting all his anger into it.

And--to everybody in the room’s surprise--it lands. And not just that, it hurts. Boufana is flung from one end of the room right into the wall, cracks forming around the point of impact.

In that moment, the absolute silence of it, even Boufana felt the shock of it. Like an old sticker, she’s peeled from the wall by gravity, collapsing on the ground.

Man. That felt good. Akira couldn’t help but think that as he breathed heavily staring at the limp body of Boufana. All his rage started to flow out as he returned to a neutral standing position, he continued to look at her, the realization slowly coming to him of what might happen to him- he didn’t care.

He swallowed the lump he didn’t realize he had in his throat and turned towards the others, a small smile coming to his face as he spotted Sora.

“I…. I d-didn’t think… i-it would work…” He glanced down to his hands. “I… I d-did it…!”

[sleeplesscitizen]

Love Your Nation Before Everything

“Okay lol time’s up! Sure is a tough crowd tonight, huh? Would help to crack a joke or two, people! Lighten up!”

Suddenly getting a lot more serious, Boufana approaches the table.

“For the country of Japan, we sentence Azami Maikawa to death.”

That’s...weird. Wasn’t that supposed to be part of the voting process?

“Bullshit like that--I had you say some shit like that earlier. It feels meaningless to say it, right? For the country of Japan? Like people would do this to you--stupid, honestly. That’s what your probably thinking.”

“Everything that’s been established here, everything you’ve worked towards, all the soulless eyes that wander this country, they betrayed you. You are the victims of the corrupt society that was to be. Trust me when I say this--what’s going on now is much better than what was planned to be. If you want to know more, I suggest investing the new floor we’re currently on. Now say it with me, kids.”

“For the country of Japan, we sentence Azami Maikawa to death.”

Whether or not you said it along with her, Boufana starts the execution anyways.

[sleeplesscitizen]

Love Your Nation Before Yourself

The usage of whiteboards was definitely strange, but nothing new for Boufana.

“Simple and clean, that’s how I like it. I’d quote Miss Emily over there to call the things primitive, but look how much use they just brought us! Can’t fix what ain’t broke, huh.”

Now, looking towards AIZA, she pouts. “Sorry your plan didn’t work out, hun. I know we worked together on this, me playing that music and all, but you’re going to have to keep your end of the bargain. Though, don’t think that affects you in any way! Just a little bit more enjoyable for me.”

Now, she steps up onto the table, speaking to the entire class. “Speaking of enjoyable! Another spectacular performance from every player on this stage, lmao! Too bad every body here is being sent straight to the death dimension, but I always say its about the journey, not the destination.”

 “And sweet little AIZA here has reached that destination as well! That’s right, she really did do the thing! So if anybody wants to see her off, say your piece now! I’ll be in the back, LMAOing. TTYL!”

Frontflipping off the table, she heads back to the door, guarding it, probably making certain that nobody runs off right now.