Koro needs to go sulk after that trial. They leave the pendant they were given in their room after they finally work up the energy to leave their room. Once out and about, the timid creature quickly made it’s home in the storage room. So closed and small. It’s comforting.
They’re rummaging their hands around in... a crate of soaps? Rose soaps, to be specific. They’re holding some up and looking at them before sniffing them and moving to another one. What the heck are they doing.
When they hear the door creak to show someone else entering the room, however, they swivel around on their heels to face the door with their hands full of soap.
“Oh? Uhh, who’s there?”
The casually drop some soap back into the crate as if to pass it off as no big deal. It isn’t a big deal, is it? Koro’s honestly worrying about nothing.
Hugo had been feeling a bit tentative since the trial. Naturally, it was a bit nerve-wracking to be around so many potentially dangerous people, so he was being cautious. He was still trying to keep up with the lives of his classmates though. He’d been speaking to them, and making sure everyone was staying alright.
He really hoped everyone was alright.
Hugo had gone to the storage room after the trial to pick up some things he felt it would be a good idea to grab, and he had them with him now. He had a notepad tucked under his arm and a pen behind his ear. Since he was confident that no one besides Madoka really spoke sign language, he’d just have to use this writing to communicate with the other students. He had been using it for doodles too, mostly of the robots and various sci-fi gadgets he was always reading about.
Hugo made his way into the lounge and took a seat on the sofa. He twisted around in his seat to try and take a look at the fireplace behind him, and watch the crackling flames. He turned his entire body around, until he had his knees on the couch, and he was leaning over the back to peer into it. It was entrancing.
It's been pretty quiet for the past few days, since the rather ghastly young host informed you all of an equally ghastly motivator he could hold over your heads. And, well, has. Given the paintings of you friends and family hung around the manor. Boy, does Monoko love being literal. Everyone is simply... biding their time, pacing anxiously and hiding in their rooms for the most part in attempts to avoid death themselves. Some of us however... aren't. All you hear in the chilling silence is a blood curtling scream, followed by a few loud thumps and bumps, before the silence returns. You hurry from your location towards the source of the sound... only to find a crowd slowly forming in the center of the lobby. Monoko stands at the top of the staircase, staring down at the scene, chest heaving with breath and eyes cold. Some students express horror, some disgust, and some anger, and the closer you grow, you finally see why. Ayame Suzuki lays unceremoniously in a growing pool of her own blood, her neck and limbs contorted in harsh angles. You try to find where your reaction lies amongst others, when the slow clomping of Monoko's feet one by one down the staircase catches your attention. Before the first person can ask why, he points sharply at the door at the top of the stairs. You know this door to be locked, apparently leading to the attic. It's covered in claw marks and dents, with a very distinct crack breaking through it's center. "Little bitch was trying to bust down that door, thinking her stupid bag and her family would be behind it. They aren't. So as a warning, I will let you all know now: destruction of the estate is strictly prohibited. Anyone caught doing anything to intentionally harm this estate will be punished severely, no questions asked. I hope you all... take heed to this warning. Dismissed."
Iain stood in front of his family’s portrait, taking it all in. His mom was there, and his dad, and his sister. If what Monoko was saying was true, “tender love and care” implied that they were in his possession. That means that his family, the people that loved him and raised him and cared about him, were in the hands of someone who wanted people to be killing each other, and were likely in danger.
So why didn’t he feel anything?
Iain frowned. He wasn’t particularly concerned about them, even though given the circumstances, he really thought he should be. It was an odd sensation, and it didn’t make much sense to him. He had always been fairly neutral to his family, but right now, he felt apathetic to their plight, and that bothered him a bit. Had the situation already distanced himself from his emotions? He certainly hoped not. That would suck balls.
Forcing it wouldn’t be right either though. He couldn’t make himself to feel something he didn’t. He’d have to be honest with himself; just telling himself he was concerned wouldn’t make it more true. But that meant admitting he didn’t care. It frightened him. That was quite the pickle.
Iain shrugged and began to leave out. He wasn’t sure what emotions his face was conveying, but he was sure that this person he’d just made eye contact with did. He looked back at her long enough for it to probably be considered awkward, before looking down at his shoes. That was weird.
The Hellverse (Closed Roommate RP, Phi Bettencourt)
Sumire was quietly and calmly sitting on the couch in her room, a tray of fresh tea on the table next to her and a cup in her hands. Her demeanor was no different than it normally was; calm, cold, utterly emotionless. But the sound filling the room distinctly displayed otherwise; the loud rattling of cup against saucer, produced by the inane shaking of Sumire’s hands. There was a fire in her eyes as she drank in silence.
“...”
They had them. Her family. Mother, father, Kin’ya, Haruhisa, the list was endless, and they had them all. A faint snarl etched it’s way into her lips with every lingering thought of this dreadful occurrence. She slammed the cup against the saucer after a long pause, staring across the room as her head swam. She took a deep breath, composing herself and ridding her expression of the snarl before taking another sip of the scorching hot liquid in her cup.
“...”
How did they get them though? Kin’ya would have easily put up a fight, not to mention Bruno. There was no way they just wandered into captivity... none of it makes any sense... Haruhisa... he must be scared out of his mind. Sumire’s heart was breaking just thinking that. Her lips trembled, and she let out a shaky sigh, her eyes closing slowly as she desperately attempted to rid herself of these toxic thoughts. It was about then that she heard the creak of the bedroom door, snapping back to her emotionless visage and taking another long sip of her tea.
A Rose By Any Other Name || Closed Starter for shslgeocacher
In all honesty, Phi wasn’t concerned— even though she was being mildly threatened to kill a student for her own freedom AND her picture was being put on display for everyone to gawk at, she was the very picture of calmness and serenity. In fact, Phi appeared so calm that it would almost be unsettling. Wouldn’t most people at least widen their eyes in surprise or worry when being told their loved ones are possibly being held captive, and there’s no one coming to save them? But, it seems Phi isn’t too worried about it. Or really, worried about anything at all.
After Monoko was done giving his “speech,” Phi calmly approached the portrait of herself and tilted her head in amusement. The art was actually fairly decent! She liked to consider herself a connoisseur in the fine arts, her higher class upbringing making it possible for her to indulge herself.
She took a few steps back, her heels clicking quietly in the background. However, she felt herself bump into someone.
“Ah, I am terribly sorry. I apologize.” Phi said as she turned around, prepared to give a small curtsy.
From Bad to Worse || Closed Starter for shslconfections
God fucking dammit.
These are essentially the only words Senka can use to describe the situation-- he knew that this killing game wasn’t a joke, but he had a faint hope that at least someone from the outside was going to save them. Hell, even someone noticing that he was missing was good enough for him. He knew he couldn’t count on family members setting out Amber Alerts for him (he left them a long time ago), but at least some of the members on the Volleyball Team would notice!
And then there’s the possibility that Kiyoko is kidnapped.
He and his little cousin weren’t very close (though Kiyoko would beg to differ), but he did feel a sense of responsibility towards her. He was the whole reason she was stuck in Japan in the first place! Kiyoko was much frailer than he was, and if she really was in Monoko’s hands, he wasn’t sure how long she would last. Kiyoko definitely has a big heart, but it won’t do her much good in this situation.
Eventually, as Senka was lost in thought and gazing at the portraits on the wall, he saw a not-so-friendly-but-somewhat-familiar-face. The boy he encountered a few days ago was staring back at him in the form of a dismal portrait. Senka couldn’t help but snort.
“Serves him right. . “ Senka said quietly, but loud enough for someone to hear if they were standing near him.
It has been an extremely tense week or so since you woke up on the dusty old rug adorning the manor’s entryway floor, locked in and surrounded by total strangers. You met the... delightful little host, Monoko, who told you that the only way you could escape was to kill someone else in this manor and get away with it. Surprisingly, no one has cracked from these circumstances alone, and everyone is still roaming about in one piece, more or less. With all of the supplies offered inside of the mansion, you’ve begun to think that being stuck here until someone can come to help you wouldn’t be so bad. Cozy furnishings, running water, working plumbing, it seems like a normal house, minus the utter lack of bathing accommodations. And the smell festering thereof. All is calm.
“OI, ASSHOLES!~”
Psych.
The small intercoms posted around the manor begin giving off a harsh frequency, before the soothing allure of Monoko’s voice comes through.
“Please venture to the lobby for a little informative meeting with your’s truly~” he chimes, the intercom going dead shortly after, and allowing the manor to return to a calm silence. An anxious silence. If Monoko’s involved, this probably isn’t gonna be good.
You scurry to the meeting point and join the forming crowd, a soft murmur filling the room as you all wait from your esteemed host.
“Why, good afternoon!~”, you hear drift from the top of the staircase. Sure enough, Monoko is standing there, staring down at you all. Is he smiling? Who knows. Monoko is an enigma. He only stares as he waits for everyone to arrive, and once they do, he races over to the hand rail and hops on, sliding down the banister to greet you all up close.
“How have you all been? Did you miss me? I bet you did, your silence speaks volumes.”
Silence indeed. He continues.
“Bet you’re all wondering why you’re here though. I don’t blame you. But hey, at least you have some inkling of an idea as to what’s going on. And that, is exactly why I’ve called you here.”
“I never gave you all a proper explanation of how things are going to work around here. Your lack of adherence to my conditions is proof of that, as my hand wouldn’t be forced as it is now. You see, I know how your feeble minds are working right now. Most if not all of you think you can just ride this out until someone from the outside discovers that a group of teens is missing and comes to rescue you. However, that is going to be rather difficult. If you would please, I would like you all to inspect this floor and the one up those stairs very closely.”
Everyone shuffles nervously in place at first, exchanging confused glances and looking around a little before hesitantly breaking apart to venture about the lobby, parlor, and 2nd floor. Monoko only remains still in his spot. In an open space like this, his voice can really carry.
“The only way you can leave this place, is to kill another resident and get away with it. There’s no breaking in from the outside, and obviously no escaping from within. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink... unless you shove his face into the water yourself and hold it there. I can’t tell you to kill someone else, but I can surely make it tempting as hell. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
What Monoko wanted you to find was the change of scenery. And by scenery, of course he means the art on the walls. Instead of the antique French and Italian works originally adorning the walls, the pictures are now portraits, paintings in rather dismal scales and hues. Who could it be, who could it be?
Chambers...
Kazimierowicz...
Bettencourt...
Hiyashi...
These were just a handful of the names on the gold plaques naming each image. Noticing a pattern yet?
“Does this seem like a good enough trough for you all? Each week, I’m going to give you all a little push. A motive. Something to make you all understand the gravity of your new situation better. And make you jump the fucking gun. The reason no one is gonna notice you’re gone, is because everyone who actually cares for your sorry asses is in my tender love and care. Where are they? I won’t say. You don’t even have to believe that I actually have them, but I would hope you wouldn’t be so stupid as to ignore this. If anything, consider it a warning as well; one wrong move... and you won’t be the only one who has to pay for it.”
Monoko bows and calmly ventures from the room, leaving you all to the hefty weight of reality that he has bestowed upon the residents. Is this enough indeed...
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