Results | Onryo | Votes Closed
“Time’s up. Votes are locked in.” It scarcely feels like four hours could have passed already, but they must have. Onryo steps forward again, cheshire grin in place.
“And let’s check our results… Eight votes for Eva Lambert, Operative Friday. One vote for Kazuko Kagami, Operative Chimera. Gotta say, I was expecting this to be more unanimous, but majority rules and the majority of you aren’t wrong. Tama would also have been a correct vote, or both of them, if anyone had asked, but Eva’s a solid choice, definitely the safest one for all of you, so congratulations. You’ve won, and as just one of your fabulous prizes, along with not being subjected to horrific death, I’ll do my best to explain a few things for everyone.”
“Let’s start with what Project Genesis is. In short, it’s referring to an orchestrated apocalypse event. Jumpstarting World War III, among other things. I’ll spare you the details, Tama told it better anyway, since it was his baby. In short, Tama had the bigger goal, Tama handled the tech development, Eva was the drive, Eva decided to use the killing game. A testing ground. A live set. Tama testing his inventions and his nerve for mass murder, Eva making her directorial debut. I’d say Tama would’ve passed with flying colors, if he hadn’t been killed. Definitely had the stomach to cause indirect death on a large scale, but didn’t have the stomach for bullets, apparently.”
Onryo… Riku shakes their head wryly.
“Of course, it didn’t end with him, did it? The AI he created, the one that’s been helping to run the game, is still around. Don’t worry, there’s ways of handling that, you’ve all done the important part. I’m just filling in the gaps for you here. Tama created the Wireless Artificial Intelligence for Utilities, or ‘WAIFU’ long before any of this, and implemented her into the facility’s systems. She’s been the one operating most of the robots, compiling data, running the executions - designed by Eva, of course. She’s also the one that’s been keeping HG in check, or was supposed to be, though apparently HG managed to hide clues around anyway.” Riku pauses, and a faint grin tugs at their lips. “I may have helped with that a little. Turned a blind eye, so to speak. Sorry, Eva. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but… at the end of the day I’m still a victim of my own emotions.” What the hell does that mean? They don’t elaborate. The rest of the explanation continues, though.
“But just to cover any questions I’ll go back further, all the way to the beginning. Splinter was originally formed by Operatives Deadline and Frost, with the goal to abandon all the limitations WC placed on medical experimentation. Hiro was terminally ill and desperate for a cure at any cost, and Chloe… well, you all met her. Hiro - Deadline - recruited Regal and Trickster, because he could tell from their archival data that they’d be receptive, and then they took control of the Splinter faction when he died and brought me on board. Since then it’s been a circus. We all have our own agendas, Regal just uses us, and Trickster backs her plays. This game was all Eva and Tama, though. The rest of us were only helping them, for our own reasons. Some of you already know mine.”
Riku folds their hands over their cane, not resting their weight on it because it isn’t designed for that, but assuming a calm, relaxed pose.
“So, Eva… I think we can skip the formalities here.” The Wheel beeps faintly, lighting up to show all the wedges are White. “Spin if you want, I know you’re a fan of theatricality, but there’s only one outcome left for us. Of course if you want another dramatic monologue first, you’re welcome to it. Last chance for a question and answer period.”