#investigation3

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Wilted

“A body has been discovered! Following a brief period of investigation, we will commence our class trial!”

A dreadful sound, one you’ve probably slowly been becoming accustomed to. This is the third one, after all… You pull yourself to your feet, vaguely wondering whose corpse you’ll find this time. Well, there’s only one way to find that out, isn’t there?

It doesn’t take long for you to reach the location marked on your ID. As you approach the port, you glance around to try and take in your surroundings. It’s dark out, but you manage to identify the body, near the end of the dock.

Ren Miura, the ikebana arranger. The boy lay there on the concrete, covered in blood and… were those scratch marks… and bite marks? There’s also a bloodied rip in his shirt at the stomach. He’s staring towards the end of the dock, at nothing, an expression of fear and pain forever etched across his face.

The freckled boy had always been a bit quiet and kept to himself for the most part, but he had always seemed to be a kind individual…

Just what had happened here? Chieko cradled the boy in her arms, panicking as she had before. It was like a scene out of a tragic painting.

You turn around, glancing around for Chikako and Kayla, whom had also been noted as body discoverers, and see them crowded behind a tree, blocking your view from… something. Kayla waves the group over and steps aside JUST enough to reveal a half-dead Kotori, beaten to shit.

Kotori laid propped up against a tree, her earlier wound from Ends visible and lightly bleeding once more, the wound having been opened up. Bruises took up portions of her face and collarbone. She was… breathing, at least.

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Frog Friend...? | Ika | Ch 3 Body reaction

Man, staying up so late to let out Kaeru wasn’t something that Ika was used to until recently, but he’s been working on getting the hang of it. Though he was already an early riser, wasn’t this announcement even earlier? A dead body… that was sad.He makes sure to pat his pockets, making sure he brings his pebbles with him. Ika yawns as he trots his way with the rest of the class, into the rec room. He wonders if Kaeru’s still out and- Oh. Ika hadn’t know at first what everyone was gathering around, having stepped in towards the back of the group, but now that he has, he sees that the person lying on the ground is none other than his own friend and partner.

“Ms. Kaeru…?” Ika asks, just to make sure she’s not just sleeping, not just playing a game..., but before he even gets to touch her the death file confirms it. “Oh…”

He kneels down next to her and lightly touches her face, and then… begins to crawl around her body carefully. placing the little pebbles all around her, just as he had for the others. He’s careful not to disturb the scene too much, When he’s done, Ika sits back, clasping his hands in maybe-prayer. This time when he speaks, it’s longer than the other brief eulogies he’s given, having known her a lot more.

“Thank you for talking to Ika a lot, and telling him all about plants and animals, and letting Ika share the fish with you even if you didn’t like it… And watching Pingu with Ika, and reading together, and taking care of Kero, and playing games with Ika, and writing to him, and teaching new things, and telling him not to do bad things, and helping the environment, and being a good friend. ...The end.”

Ika smiles gently, having finished. It was still sad that she was dead. But at least now in his mind Kaeru would have gotten a proper ending. Respect is important. Maybe now she could rest in peace.

Ika nods, and stands back up.

[danganww]

Fatality File #4

Victim - Kaeru Otaki Body location - Rec room Time of death - 1:44 AM Cause of death - Internal Hemorrhage Time of discovery - 2:28 AM Body discoverers - Naomi, Keiko, Kyo

[danganww]

Otamajakushi Destiny

There was the smell of blood again. It seemed stronger this time, perhaps because amidst the copious amounts of blood you could already see that there were many more injuries present than there were on either of the last victims. It was almost hard to believe at first, if you weren’t already accustomed to such sights. You knew better by now, though, and you knew that the grim tableau before you was very, very real.

The ecologist Kaeru Otaki was splayed out on the floor of the rec room, battered and bloody and decidedly dead. Bruises and cuts covered her skin, and frankly, she looked something like a mess. Immediately to her sides were fallen pool balls and a cue broken in half In a way, this was more gruesome than the others. While Francy’s body was far bloodier, Kaeru was far more battered.

Keiko stood off to the side, speaking into her ID to presumably one of the kids, whereas Naomi and Kyo had already gotten to work on investigating.

What could have been going through Kaeru’s mind during her last moments were now lost to the aether, but the thoughts of the living were running rampant as the crowd gathered post-announcement. Despite how crowded it was in here, something of note caught some eyes:

One of you was still missing.

[danganww]

Tomorrow Will Be Special, Yesterday Was Not

It was 2:28 AM, early in the fifth morning of the motive, when your IDs once again buzzed in unison. The intercoms crackled to life simultaneously as well, and forcefully dragged any of you who had slept through the notifications into the waking world. There was a very brief pause before a rather tired-sounding Kino spoke up, with the vague sounds of Asuta complaining in the background.

“Good morning, everyone. A murder has transpired. You are to congregate in the rec room, whereupon you will receive the customary two hours for investigation. All cells will be unlocked to facilitate this gathering. That is all for now.”

It was becoming routine at this point, but that never made it any easier to stomach. What other choice did you have. Though? One by one you made your way to the rec room as directed, and braced yourselves for whatever lay within.

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Cabernet House || Kotori

There’s a stir, a stutter. The previously silent and mostly motionless girl roused slightly from her involuntary nap. He golden eyes flickered open, squinting under the harsh light and the pang of a nasty headache upon awakening. If there was a time to want coffee, it was then. Her joints ached, her face ached, her head ached, her eyes ached, she wanted nothing more than to bury herself underground for fuck knows how long. Long enough to wake up not feeling terrible and bloody.

Terrible and bloody.

With a shaky arm, Kotori lifted her hand and studied her bloodied fingers in surprise. Her eyes widened, than quickly squinted once more to prevent excess light from entering her vision. Ow. She brought her hand to her lip and tapped it once or twice, judging the sting that ran through her cheeks from the tap. She knew she was bruising already, and she knew she was going to be hurting for quite some time.

Kotori took one dazed, depressed look at Hachiro at her bedside, then tilted her hat down just far enough to obscure her blank eyes wordlessly. She didn’t nod, she said absolutely nothing, the only sort of acknowledgement Hachiro received was that momentary eye contact before Kotori receded into her shell, unpleasantly awake.

Kotori is now available in her sleeper car.

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Requiem From The Darkness | Hachiro | Chapter 3 Murder Reaction

 Hachiro could hardly stop himself from running. He had tried to take things slow, first from fear of [REDACTED] and later from the fear of slipping in the mud and further risking [REDACTED], but now he had no care for such things, not when Kotori was gone for this long. What was he thinking? Why had he let her wonder off like this? Why didn't he follow along, at least from a distance? Had he learned nothing? 

 When the Monofile pinged, a horrible sense of dread rustled in his stomach, but as he pulled it out, he saw not Kotori, but the face of the ikebana arranger. Pity, Hachiro had admired him, he thought he was adorable, and they never even had the time to speak. But even though this temporarily eased him, he still worried for her. Where was Kotori? 

 He was shocked when he happened upon the body only to see Kotori's body slumped in the corner. At first, he feared the worse, but he soon noted her breath was caught in her lungs before releasing, she was safe. But who would do this to her?

 Speaking of resentment, he was immediately set off when that woman dared speak to him. Take care of Kotori, like he didn't know that already. He scoffed at the idea, and would've retaliated against her if he wasn't pressed for time as was. He couldn't carry her, he was far too weak even without [REDACTED], but he could stay by her side.

"Kotori? Kotori?" he tried to hide the urgency in his voice as he attempted to rouse her.

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Death and Flowers | Sorrel | Body Reaction | Closed for Chieko/Kotori/Kayla/Chikako

Everything is happening so quickly. The announcement- which startled him, where did that even come from, who knew there was a P.A. system on the island- and then the update on his ID. By the time he makes it to the docks there's already a commotion of other students, and...

Ren Miura. He'd barely known the boy, spoken to him on the ship only briefly, when they'd shared an interest in flowers. Now he's looking at the dead body laid out on the dock, lifeless and bloody, and he feels ill...

But that's not the primary concern. Ren is dead, but Kotori isn't, although if the shouting is any indication that may be in danger of changing. Sorrel races towards the gathered girls as quickly as he can, pushing damp hair back from his face. He looks totally thrown to see Kotori, but ready to spring into action nevertheless.

"What happen? Why she here? How bad she hurt?" He kneels down next to her, glancing at Chieko, Kayla, and Chikako briefly for answers before trying to examine the girl himself. Sorrel isn't any substitute for a doctor, but he does know quite a bit about first aid and taking care of injuries. He'll do what he can here, asking Chieko- or Kayla if Chieko is too distraught- to hand him whatever supplies are needed as he needs them and giving out any necessary instructions.