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the 2 sides of androids. funny fiend and fucked up uncanny valley

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Final Gambit | Haruko | Trial 6.10 | Re: All

“Well Vendetto, if you really think it’s such a non-option, let us vote for it. Unless of course, you think Option 3 would actually have merit? In which case… goodness! Wouldn’t that be a violation of Rule 11 though?”

The final gambit she has in her. Come on. Take the bait.

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Icky Sticky | Haruko | Trial 5.2 | Re: Kihaku, Mafuyu

“Duct tape is really abhorrent stuff.”

Haruko grumbles, picking at her nails carefully for gunk. This whole trial has been pissing her off. Everything feels wrong still.

“The handle seemed to be broken from the inside, so you could get into the room, but you couldn’t leave easily. Whoever did this was a coward.”

Haruko pauses. Pulling another bit of sticky gunk from her nails. “That residue inside the incinerator, do you think it could have been Duct Tape as well Mafuyu? It looked pretty sticky.”

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Mother | Haruko | Trial 4 END

Haruko silently makes her way around the podiums, passing by Iori with the same stone cold expression.

She pauses at his side, lifting a hand… and grabs his ear. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you take that as an invitation ‘Hand of Justice’?”

She pulls on Iori’s ear, dragging him along to the exits. “Come on. You have questions to answer.”

No time to grieve. Her mother is dead. Her father is a widower now. This injustice will not stand.

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EXECUTION | M4RS | Chapter Four | Trial 4

(CW: Gore, Blood, Mild finger trauma, Character death)

It would not be long until M4RS’ podium began to pull itself backwards, towards the door behind him. There is no protest, no screaming, not even a cry for help. He trembles without a word. His heart hammers against his ribs. With white-knuckles hands, the disc jockey clutches the podium. At the sound of a click, he’s whisked away to his doom.

His back presses against the cold, smooth wall of a room. There is no furniture, no windows. The walls are featureless, a faint grayish-white that stretches endlessly in all directions. It’s sterile, unyielding — a place that offers no comfort nor detail to hold onto. It didn’t even feel like a trap. Not the kind in movies, with chains or buzzing lights. 

Yagi-chan’s metallic chime can be heard in the background. 

“Hello, Hanzo. You hide behind an alias built on the talent of others. Your entire life has been a rising crescendo of selfish acts.”

“You sing with a choir of stolen voices. And when your best friend spoke the truth- you simply took his, too.”

“Was the spotlight worth the silence that followed?”

“Let's see how loud regret can get.”

EXECUTION BEGIN: TWIN RHYTHM REMIX [♫♫♫]

…

But there was nothing. Just him and the suffocating silence, broken only by his breathing.

… 

At first, it’s subtle, a whisper almost, like a broken hum hanging in the air. Hanzo is certain it’s just his mind playing tricks — some leftover echo in the stillness. But the hum, if it was a hum, begins to get louder. Softer, more insistent. 

A voice? 

It is barely audible, a strange and unnatural tone. The scratching of a throat, of vocal chords that hadn’t been used in years. Rasping and sputtering, fighting to be heard. There’s no words, however, it’s almost animalistic. 

“Shut up!” 

Hanzo clutches his head, hoping it would stop, but it doesn’t. His fingers dig into his temples as if trying to force the sound out. It only grows louder.

Then comes the realization, the thing that gnaws at the edge of his thoughts: What if this was it? What if all of this wasn’t a quick death or some horrific device? What if this is just… The voice? 

And then as if on cue, the tune changed. It was more than a sound; a presence. Something tangible reaching out. It sounded like it was moving, crawling towards him. Slowly. Deliberately. But there was no one there. No figure, no shadow. 

Nothing. Just the voice, getting louder, closer. 

He pushes off the wall, stumbling to the center of the room. His eyes wide, wild, and  frantic. His legs tremble beneath him. There was no escape. But that terrible voice — it’s everywhere now. It crept through his thoughts, its pitch rising. 

It’s almost… familiar. A harrowing, haunting tune. No… it’s much too familiar. It sounds like him.

“Shut up! Just stop it already! Stop it, please! Shut up!”

God, it was relentless. His breathing grows jagged, his chest tight. The voice is on top of him now, pressing into his skull. It scraped, it clawed, it demanded to be heard. It wasn’t just sound anymore. It was pressure.

“Shut up!! Shut up, goddammit!”

He begins banging his fists against the walls, slamming against the smooth surface until they stung. He turns, eyes frantic, like a caged animal. Again, he pounds his fists. The voice groans, it croaks, choking him. Horrible, desperate, wordless screams drain him of his thoughts.

His sanity cracks. 

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!”

Hanzo’s pleas turn into shrieks of anger and horror. Then, in a flash of desperation, Hanzo drops to his knees. His hands frantically grasp at the floorboards. 

He rips at them, clawing at the wood in a desperate attempt to shut off the noise. The voice was louder now, too loud, echoing in his skull. His breathing is shallow and ragged as he works, frantic and with no hope, no plan — just the need to do something to make it stop. 

His fingers bled as they tore into wood, the sound of cracking planks drowned out by the voice screaming through the room. His mouth stretches open in a wordless, hysterical scream. Despite the cuts on his hands, he stays hell bent on tearing and ripping. 

Then, suddenly, the floorboards give way with a sickening crack. His breath stills, his pulse thunders in his throat. And then…

A sharp, mechanical hiss splits the air. Something shoots out from the hole he’d ripped open. A jagged, gleaming contraption. Its metal teeth flashes in the light like knives. It was a mouth. A horrible, monstrous machine of a mouth. 

And before Hanzo could even comprehend what was happening, before he could scream—

It snaps shut, tearing out his throat. 

The front of his jacket was white once. Now it is red. He tries to wail in pain, but the task is impossible. Instead of breath, gurgling blood leaves his lips. Attempted breaths come out as sad, sorry wheezes. 

As the mouth pulls back, it cuts through muscle, tendon, and vertebrae like butter. One could almost hear the nerve endings dying. 

The metal jaws clamp down with a wet, final crunch. It holds him for a moment longer, as if savoring the blood, before letting go. The half-severed body slumps to the ground, soaking the ruined floorboards. 

HANZO TAKEDA “M4RS” HAS BEEN EXECUTED

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Space Shuttle Challenger | M4RS | Trial 4 End

The rerun of his crime is over. Hanzo is left standing with a wide-eyed stare, silent. His hands refuse to stay still. First folded, then clasped, then at his sides. Fidgeting like they didn’t belong to him. The memories flash in his mind, again and again.

How sickening were those last moments of Jun Ichii, and it was all because of him. His recklessness, his rage, his repulsive ego; everything he touches, he destroys. Before he can spiral into his black hole of despair, there’s one thing that hangs over him: what comes next. His execution daunts over him, like a ticking time bomb. 

Man… This is it, right? Better say something now. Better make it count. 

Unfortunately, the air is still thick with tension. His lips stretch back in what might’ve passed for a grin, if not for the tremble running underneath, like a wire humming with too much voltage. 

“Well… Show’s over, huh?”

His voice wobbles, falters, then catches itself. But his legs started to shake. A bead of sweat crawls from his temple down to his jaw, unnoticed. Or maybe ignored.

“Um… Was nice while it lasted. For a while, I felt like I didn’t have to pretend. It was… nice. Most of you were kind to me, like… Really kind. Even if I didn’t deserve it, I can still be thankful, right?”

He frowns, shaking his head with a sigh.

“I’m sorry things ended up like this… There’s really no right choice here. I… This is awful. Torture, even. I don’t expect anyone to forgive me.”

Hanzo’s eyes flicker between Vergo, Mafuyu and Haruko — his gaze holds an unbearable amount of pain and guilt. No one here deserves to have the fate of their loved ones in his hands. He’s just a man. A fool. A demon. Perhaps that’s all he is, and all he ever was. 

For a moment, he wonders how Takumi would see him now. Would he see him the same way he saw Kaguya — a monster? The thought of that alone brings unbearable heartache. 

“In fact, just don’t. All I want is you guys to survive. Just survive. Please.”

He pauses, just to throw a nasty glare at Iori. 

“Except you. Eat shit and die.”

That being said, Hanzo looks up at the screen, towards a waiting Yagi-chan. It’s time, isn’t it? He swallows hard, just barely loud enough for the whole room to hear. He musters what little strength he has left to make out the words. . 

“Yagi-chan.”

“I choose Room One.” 

Demons like him deserve to die in misery, don’t they? He can barely look at the rest of the council. Even though he’s feverishly wiping his face with his sleeve, he can’t bear to meet anyone’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry.”

It isn’t long until Hanzo’s podium begins to move on its own. When the time comes, he pulls his hands away and gives everyone one final, desperate glance. 

“… See ya.” 

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A Crime of Vengeance | Chapter Four

The trial had been a whirlwind, with twists and turns at every corner. For the remaining members of the Student Council, the feeling of not knowing pervaded their minds. Up until the last minute, it was not certain who the culprit was. It could have been Vergo or Mafuyu, or it could have been Iori or M4RS.

The end result was one much more grim. Jun Ichii died in a trap that wasn't made for her.

As with last time, the large LED screen above and behind Akira’s podium glitched, resulting in Yagi-chan counting the votes that were cast. Once again, they were faced with a difficult decision. Time would only tell if they selected the right person to be doomed to execution.

"Your time is up."

The glitchy voice stated; curt and aggressive.

As Jun Ichii's podium stood empty and quiet, it was hard to imagine that someone so full of life and pride could be snuffed out so easily from a single shot to the heart. It was sort of romantic in a way, perhaps allowing the Ballet Dancer to pass in a way most elegant in her eyes.

“All of your votes have been accounted for. Due to our recording of the entire killing, we are fully aware of who the killer is and thus are able to make a sound and fair decision. Here are the results.”

As Yagi-chan spoke, everyone’s attention fixated on the giant screen. Each of the sixteen Student Council’s portraits could be seen in a row, and slowly but surely, tally marks appeared beside them. One by one, until all nine votes were recorded.

CLASS TRIAL RESULTS: THE CASE OF JUN ICHII M4RS: 6 Kihaku Horikawa: 1 Stella Ethereal: 1 Yvon A.C. Bruckhard: 1

The tally marks sat on the screen for a second, almost mockingly, before Yagi-chan appeared once more.

“You have reached a majority in identifying the culprit. Hanzo "M4RS" Takeda, the Ultimate Disk Jockey, is indeed the one responsible for claiming the life of Jun Ichii, the Ultimate Ballet Dancer. As is fair and customary, I will now illuminate the details of how the murder took place. I request your full attention for this endeavor.”

As each Student Council Member gazed toward the screen, they could only anticipate what they were about to see. A video file started to play - edited in a way that only showed the important camera footage as Yagi-chan narrated the events.

The camera immediately opens up on the Smoking Room, where Iori Shiotani is sitting at a desk, writing furiously. M4RS appears n the doorway, startling Iori. It looks like the two talk for a moment before Iori leaves the room, forgetting a slip of paper on the table. M4RS walks over and picks up the paper and looks to get visibly distressed, pacing around the room.

"Our crime begins in the Smoking Room, where Hanzo Takeda came across Iori Shiotani in the middle of doing... some work. Iori seemed to startle, quickly leaving the room and leaving something behind. Whatever this was, the subject matter forced Hanzo into acting, contemplating murder and putting said plan into action."

The camera then cuts to show M4RS running between the Storage Room and the Armory, hands full of equipment before finally settling in the Archive. Whilst there, he modifies a Crossbow and sets it up on the table farthest from the door. He then ties a nylon rope between the trap and a heavy file, which was left on the table in front of the entrance. With that done, he begins to scrawl down a handwritten note, before scurrying out of the Archive.

"It was time for Hanzo to set up his trap. By gathering materials from the Storage Room and the Armory, the culprit went about setting up a crossbow trap, with the intention of making it so that anyone who picks up the heavy file would trigger the trap, causing them to be struck by a heavy, lethal bolt. With this in place, Hanzo wrote a note that he would use to lure Iori Shiotani to his doom."

The camera then shows M4RS approaching Iori's door in the dormitory corridor, slipping the note underneath. He then runs back, with cameras showing him slipping through the halls and eventually hiding in the Armory. Meanwhile, back at Iori's dorm, Jun Ichii leaves the room, holding the note. After waiting for the appropriate time, Jun makes her way to the Archives.

"The instructions to walk into the archive was deposited under Iori Shiotani's dorm, with the hopes that it would lead the Ultimate Photographer to where the crossbow trap was set. However, Hanzo Takeda did not account for the fact that Jun Ichii was in that room at that time. The victim of this case took the note, and decided to investigate, causing her to head to the Archive at around 22:30."

The camera then cuts to Jun Ichii walking into the Archive. She looks at the note for a moment before turning her head left and right. There is a moment of hesitation before she steps forward and picks up the heavy file on the table. There is a loud THTUNK, as a crossbow bolt plunges deep into Jun's chest, causing her to fall back onto the floor, blood spurting from the wound.

"If Jun Ichii had decided to ignore that note, then she would have been safe, standing here in this trial today. However, curiosity kills the cat as they say. By picking up the file, Jun Ichii activated the trap, and was struck fatally by a crossbow bolt to the heart."

The camera now shows M4RS as he leaves the armory and moves across to the Archive. As the door opens, there is a look of palpable fear and anguish on the Disk Jockey's face as he realizes that it was Jun that was lying on the floor. M4RS leaps to her aid, trying to help. The two appear to have a brief conversation before Jun Ichii lies motionless, dead.

"Unfortunately for Hanzo Takeda, the animal he wounded in his trap was not the game he was hunting. Rather, it was one of his friends. He may have seemed distraught, but this was a murder premeditated. Regardless of what happened, he knew he would have to deceive everyone to survive."

The final few cuts of the camera show M4RS jumping into action. He dismantles the Crossbow, packing it into a case. He then heads to the Medical Room, using some of the wraps to rub blood on to implicate Iori. He then leaves the Crossbow case outside Iori's dorm before running to the Incinerator to burn his Hoodie, leaving a bloodied print as he does. With the crime completed, M4RS leaves the incinerator before the camera cuts to him entering his room and sliding down the back of the door.

"And so, Hanzo Takeda decided to cover up his crime, with the intention of framing the very man he had hoped to kill. By leaving the bloodied wraps in the Crossbow Case and planting it outside Iori's dorm, perhaps he hoped to turn the suspicions of the class toward the Photographer. However in his effort to dispose of evidence, he was spotted and left a very unfortunate mark on the button."

Eventually, the camera feed shuts off. Jun Ichii's death might not have been as gruesome as the ones that came before, but it was still so shocking to see how quickly such a powerful member of the Council could be cut down. Without a doubt, the culprit was M4RS, even if the victim wasn't the intended target.

After a moment, Yagi-chan reappeared to speak.

"Hanzo Takeda... you have created quite a stir. I suppose you truly are the ultimate noisemaker. Alas, your impulsive nature has finally caught up with you. Beyond the door behind you is your death. Thy soul shall find itself alone."

"But first, you reserve the right to speak your final words... and, more importantly, you must choose which room to save. Once more, here are your options."

The screen flashes with the list of occupants in both rooms.

Room 1:

Kigyoku Otogi

Jun Ichii

Yvon Adelino Chevalier Bruckhard

Stella Ethereal

Kihaku Horikawa

Room 2:

Iori Shiotani

Mafuyu Sento

Haruko Tanaka

Vergo Vendetto

M4rs

"Who will live and who will die? Make your choice."

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MONTAGEM TOMADA | M4RS | Trial 4.11 | RE: Iori, Mafuyu

His eyes dart between Iori and Mafuyu, unsure of what should come out of his mouth next. After a moment, he deems it better to turn to the former with a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, creep."

Just as he said: Hanzo didn't care what Iori thought of him. It seemed fitting to take another jab while he still could.

Now he turns to Mafuyu with a stony, solemn gaze. Hanzo even goes out of his way to shift his whole body to face them. They deserve honesty, don't they? Whatever words they have for him, he'll take it. Honestly... Anything Mafuyu does next would be warranted. He's not ready for the pain, but...

"I'm trying to save Jun's sister, Ichii Iori. I promised her I would."