#miunhosei

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Aimi ILY || Gaki || RE: Aimi

"I wasn't the one that blamed those two initially, idiot, and neither was I the only one to believe it was either of the two. I 'lead' the charge? You're wrong, and neither am I 'hiding' from the truth. An innocent person will die because of you."

I actually only joined in once Ryoma and Psalm got brought up because I was at work, oops. Anyways.

"As far as I am aware, you're the catalyst and main reason Jia-dono is dead. You can pin the blame on me to make yourself feel better all you'd like. You murdered someone, and then refused to confess, leaving us all to make incorrect assumptions. Regardless, my word stands. Enjoy what limited freedom you have left."

With that he just... Rubs his hand on the blood they left on his own suit and just... Drags it across their own cheek.

"And take your own blood back."

Gwoss.

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Mission Failed || Voting Results || ??? || RE: Ryouma Hayato, Psalm B., Aimi Amamiya

The truth is that he voted without prejudice.

He voted based entirely on the information that had been processed and following everyone else's leads in an effort to not stand out and ride the flow. Death was eventual, after all. As long as they were here, this was going to be the final result. Psalm. Ryouma, he didn't particularly cared. He had steeled his resolve for this.

For one of the two to be executed, but this wasn't the end result he wanted. They were wrong. The killer was Nona Nonon-- no, Aimi Amamiya. That wretched being who cursed his way of being and then went away and committed such a travesty. At first, he'd have been content simply letting them go after a dose of verbal venom.

But then Kokoro's name was rolled. They would be punished for the sake of a killer. That went against justice. That went against everything he stood for! Anger turned to wrath, and wrath turned to something... Colder. Within him. He could admonish Ryouma for providing a near perfect shield for Nona. He could admonish Psalm for pretending to have been the killer for amusement.

He remained silent, and even as he stared coldly at Toyo's emotional display of vulnerability and listened to Kokoro's impassioned speech, his grip only tightens. Tightens until he feels his own nails tear through the fabric of his gloves and break the skin underneath it. Violet eyes focused on Toyo, then to Kokoro, Ryouma, Psalm, and lastly-- 

"Nona Nonon."

He speaks, voice devoid of any emotions. Firm like a tempered blade ready to cut through its chosen victim. If the others thought he had been cold to Masataku before, then this is an entirely different side of him. His voice was colder than the tundra, and his eyes akin to that of an animal about to catch its unfortunate prey.

It happens in the split of a second, really. He had been directly across from the Fantasy Novelist, so it was easy. His movements beyond anything normal. One second he had been standing behind his podium, and the next... The next moment, a sinister, looming presence found itself before Aimi Amamiya. It felt-- looked as if a shadow had slid all the way to where he now stands, a singular motion that could, at best, be caught in everyone's peripheral vision.

"... No, Aimi Amamiya. Fantasy Novelist NS Murderer."

The moment the words left his mouth, the Etiquette Consultant(?) wrapped his arm around the smaller one's collar and in a single motion, pulled them high up in the air until his intense eyes met their own. Seeing as he's 6'1" wearing his boots and they are 5" on the dot, it's... Quite a lift! His expression is tight and steeled, and opposite to their tears of joy, his expression  is that of disgust and a controlled resentment.

"Allow me to tell you one thing. You may have escaped this game with your life at the expense of someone else, but I don't intend to forgive you, and will do as you said. I will hate you for as long as you draw breath. When I escape this place, I will hunt you down like the vile being you are, and I will have you sentenced under the crime of murder."

His grip on them tightens, and he doesn't seem like he's going to be letting go anytime soon no matter how much she struggles.

"You wanted to die? Don't speak more lies. You wanted this outcome. Had you truly wanted to die you would've confessed the moment this crime occurred. You would've corrected us on our wrong guess. You would've said something. But you didn't. But that won't suffice. I know your name. I know your face. I know your sickly constitution. Aimi Amamiya. I am the hunter and you are the doe. Run as far as you can for as long as those legs will carry you, because you won't outrun me. To think the likes of you admonished me for being 'too cruel...' How ironic."

He brings them closer to him, his forehead pressing roughly against their own, hoping to instill as much fear within them as he can before they escape.

"Seeing as you've dropped your alias, villain, allow me to drop mine as well. My name is Gaki Junkoku, and my true talent is not Etiquette Consultant. It's Intelligencer, and as a member of the Secret Intelligence Division reporting directly to the Prime Minister, you have my words that I'll find you and I'll make you pay. The rats scurrying in the elite of Japan are bigger threats than you ever will be, Amamiya. I will find you and ensure you pay for what you've done. You won't ever wash the blood of your hands. Wait for me, because I will be following you closely by. Enjoy the time you'll be reunited with your loved ones, because I will cut it short. I will make sure your life is truly cursed. Kokoro-chan won't get to see their loved ones anymore. So why should you."

Having said that, nonchalantly, MIUNHŌSEI-- no, Gaki, drops Aimi unceremoniously onto the floor, internally hoping they get hurt with the fall, but he doesn't move from where he stands. No more movements to harm them, and he stands there, eerily still. He's just standing there. Looming over them, menacingly, his terrifying glare never once leaving them no matter where they turn to until Komori removes them from the room.

So this is who he truly is..?

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Crocodile Tears || MIUNHOSEI || Trial 4.3 || RE: Ryoma

"How convenient of you. 'Not attack my character,' you say. Is that not what you always do, however? As a matter of fact, just a few moments ago you attacked my character as well, did you not do that by claiming I only wanted to murder you? Unfortunately, Hayato-dono, we are not only choosing you because it is 'easy,' so please do not also attack our characters by making yourself out to be a victim of sorts. We have all gone through this sort of hazing. My memory's not clear, but I underwent the same treatment last trial. Were you not also part of the group hazing me to be the killer? Regardless, there's other evidence. Specifically at the spots where you were found. Now, granted, it seems our information is lacking, but the places you were seen at were the only places where I can feasibly see the materials with which the trap was constructed being taken from."

He takes in a deep breath. He's not sure if he actually wants to vote for Ryoma or Psalm though, just in the case they might be mistaken...

"You're right, you d never put Psalm in a precarious condition. Perhaps you dealt the killing blow. Perhaps not. Perhaps we are wrong, but the truth is, you are the most likely candidate, I'm loathe to say. Unless anyone else has any other opinions on who the killer might be? We've still got time. If we wish to take this discussion in another direction, now's the time to speak."

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Much To Think About || MIUNHOSEI || Trial 4.2 || RE: Ryoma, Psalm

"Hayato-dono, had I wish your death, I'd have taken your life with my own hands by now. Whether I'd be discovered or not is another matter entirely. No, this isn't a death threat either. All I'm stating is that my feelings for you are, at worst, neutral. At best, lukewarm, because you are reliable, and that is a characteristic worth praising. But this isn't about character integrity, it's about who took Jia-dono's life."

He's not angry, just disappointed. The shake of his head makes that evident, but while there is gloom in his eyes as he looks at a certain someone, he presses onward with his statement.

"Shiba is correct, 'strength' is irrelevant in this case. Because there wasn't any need for any musculature to be involved. But strength never was the crux of my argument. Psalm, in the same vein you claim it cannot be you or maybe even Hayato-dono because of your unique way of being, do you not think accusing Toyo-chan because a scrap of paper was found on Jia-dono containing her mannerisms in written form? I'd even argue that the possibility of her sending that letter to him while sick with this horrible disease is... Minimal. After all why would she want to interact with others when she had become the opposite of what she actually is? Rather than prideful and confident, she'd become an isolationist."

He just said a lot of smart things but really that's just what he's usually like, isn't he? Though for a split second he did look nervous. Oh well, it wasn't anything important, most likely!

"But out of everyone else... We must all agree that regardless of the hair, even if we exclude that factor, Hayato-dono is still the most suspicious party. I know Jia-dono wasn't the strongest either, but if we take into account his height... Well, he was even taller than me by five whole inches. So I think regardless of whether he was targeted or not, unless it was either myself, Sakurano-chan or Hayashi-dono facing off against him, not many would stand a chance. Height does provide a great tactical advantage after all, but now I'm going off on a tangent."

Long Yongliang.

"... You told me yourself, Psalm. You'd do and say anything to survive, yes..? How do we know this isn't the case. Right now, both of you are the most suspicious. If anything, it's you two who must prove your innocence before we can trust your word."

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Submitting from the Starlight Blog Because Fuck You || MIUNHOSEI || Trial 4.1 || RE: Kokoro

“For the longest time, I’ve been mulling this over. It was a very difficult thing for me, given my… Emotional proximity with one of the people who might be involved. I believed I could keep myself shut but… When I think of the fact an innocent party might endure a terrifying execution if the truth doesn’t come out, I can’t help but think that staying silent is the wrong thing to do.”

He sounds calm, but there is an underlying sadness in his sternness, one that he seldom displays for the selfish killers he condemns, but even despite knowing this, like Masataku’s murder, is a fully deliberate one, he still feels… A modicum of pity. A fragment of the pile of emotions he believed he’d discarded years ago back at the facility where he learned everything he knows now. A mote, a remnant that he still is a person despite the teachings he endured.

“If we think about it rationally… Who of us could know how to make fake blood? Now, normally, I’d answer with a ‘everyone’ type of answer given the fact producing a red substance is not all that unusual… But in this case specifically, I believe the 'how’ and the 'what’ is what makes this particularly easy to pin. Out of everyone here, Psalm and myself are the most skilled cooks, of that there is no doubt in my mind, but between she and I, only someone specializes in gore and innards-specialized cuisine with the available cutlery. It is practically what her entire show and 'personality’ revolves around.”

He knows that’s not the 'real’ Psalm, hence the air quotations when using the word 'personality.’ No, the Psalm he knows is more than just that persona that’s tearing at the seams, but that same Psalm…

“That same Psalm is the only one who could’ve produced that residue that caught Jia-dono’s eyes and drew him forward, directly to his final resting place. I didn’t want to say anything, because this pains me… But what pains me most, is that she may not be the killer after all. Like Kokoro-chan just stated, a light hair on the crime scene, when paired with a 'strong’ and 'short’ physique which we all believe the killer might have had, only two people come to mind: Hayashi-dono and Hayato-dono." 

That’s not confusing at all.

”… And only one of those is intimately close to Psalm, close-enough that, like with Hashimoto, she would go to the depths of the Earth to protect his presence and assure us he isn’t involved. I trust Toyo-chan and can back-up her claim. She would not commit a crime in such a fashion. She would be more… Effective and direct about it rather than relying on trickery and gimmicks. I… Don’t know much about Sakurano-chan’s modus operandi, but I believe she is innocent as well. Furthermore, I trust Kokoro-chan. I do not think they would lie about this.“

With that, his eyes meet Psalm’s and Ryoma’s, there is… A numbness to them, as if already used to this treatment. Give the devil a gun and the only bullet he’ll use is that which will sow discord and dissonance between all of them. Today, he shall become that very same devil.

”… Kokoro-chan saw Hayato-dono writing something. I can only think of a few things. My first theory is that he murdered Jia-dono and then came to Psalm for help, as if she would loyally dedicate herself to ensure he gets away with the crime in fear of losing him as she did Hashimoto by providing him with the fake blood. My second theory is that Psalm is the killer and Hayato-dono figured it out very quickly, so he planted in evidence. Perhaps this note Gima-dono claims that pinpoints Toyo-chan as the killer. After all I know that those two don’t get along well, and haven’t since the very beginning. But we don’t know exactly what Kokoro-chan saw him write.“

He… Lets out a sigh. A tired sigh. How much longer must this go on? He’s sure he’s due to draw in more ire.

”… My last theory is that they both agreed on murdering whoever stumbled across their little trap and have been involved since the very beginning and have been pretending this entire time to not know anything. Every single one of their steps carefully planned so that they can avoid detection and cover for one another. Perhaps they were even inspired by the actions of Bonnie and Clyde and thought they could escape from condemnation as they, too, thought the world belonged to them.“

Hand him over the smoking gun. It’s just like all those years ago.

"All we must do is figure out which of them we must condemn to preserve an innocent life.”

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Being nice is hard || Kazuo || Trial 3 || Re: Reina, Miunhosei, pretty much everyone

The voting was complete, and everyone had solved the case! Much to their dismay, however... Reina had been declared the killer, she was someone who Kazuo truthfully had no qualms with, in fact he actually liked her attitude a fair deal! So hearing the extent of why she murdered.... Well, it brought him down a bit, scoffing in his spot Kazuo glanced away, listening to everyone speak... Before finally addressing the comment about the individual voting him.

"They're a piece of shit who wants to vote wrong, so they're choosing to vote one of the only people here with a goddamn brain, I guess. They're not going to stop voting wrong though, I'm pretty fucking sure the person doing that is the same such as the one who keeps writing those cryptic notes, they're a piece of shit who wants us to fuck up."

That aside, Reina's speech was the next thing to address.... For once Kazuo didn't respond in a way of anger, in fact, he let out a deep sigh, scratching the back of his neck as he continued to glance away, deciding to avoid looking at her as he gave his own statement on the matter in that case.

"...I'm not good with being a nice person, so I'll keep this brief... I share the sentiment that I'll talk to your old man and spout on how much of a hero you were.... And I really don't think either of your parents would be disappointed... I... Do appreciate you helping us, with the memory bullshit and all that... So uh... You're alright, sorry about having to... You know, fucking vote you or whatever."

It might have sounded half-assed, but his mannerisms were showing that he was struggling to push past his normal asshole approach he gave to.... Well, everyone for that matter. He wanted to send her off nicely, but as Miunhosei spoke he couldn't help but shoot a glare, deciding to add one final comment.

"....The victim may have consented to murder, but it doesn't change the goddamn fact it was murder. We can respect both sides of the goddamn story here. You don't get to dictate which type of murder is justified, asshole. Each killer had fucking motives for this to help people, the way I look at it? No killer has been a piece of shit thus-far... But I digress, let's send the fucking dumbass here off with a goddamn smile and go back to hating each other later, thanks."

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Bitchin’ | Manabu Imoo | Trial

So this was it, wasn’t it?

Once again, a person he knew had died, and so had a person he didn’t know much about. It felt that every time he was losing a friend. Or. Someone he considered a friend, at least - the closest to friends he could possibly have. For Imoo, things were different. As he looked down at his podium, all he could feel was a wave of emotional static crashing over him, numbing his nerves and dulling his mind.

And still people yelled. Sound and fury. Even now, for someone who they believed should not die. It was pervasive, all-consuming, and the noise writhed in the space behind Imoo’s eyes like a snake.

Then, it all stopped, and everything was quiet.

“We... shouldn’t fight.”

It’s murmured, almost incomprehensible under their breath.

“People die. Of... of course. It’s the natural order. B-but they shouldn’t be dying here, right? No one should. People don’t... DESERVE to die, they just... they just die.”

They look down at their podium again. It’s fate, it’s all fate. Things happen. Mountains have avalanches, caves cave in, storms sink ships. But people being forced to kill each other, that’s a whole different ball game. It deepens the pit in their stomach.

Imoo pulls the brim of their hat over their eyes. They need a minute. Maybe several minutes.

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Murder || MIUNHOSEI || RE: Psalm

He doesn't flinch. How many times will they have to go over this? He sighs, but ultimately just says one thing.

"Yes. He did. He deserve every agonizing moment. Last I recall, Shiaki-dono and Mikhaylov-dono didn't agree to let themselves be killed, Psalm. Not to mention he did not offer his life for us. We had to force him to do so and figure out his lies and deceit that you helped him with. If you wish to look at this from that angle, does that not mean you would've also gladly given an innocent person's life for his? Truly noble on your behalf. You're lucky we didn't vote wrong last time and your life wasn't taken from you as Masataku's sacrifice. Furthermore, he didn't murder for 'us,' he did it for his friend. Mancy or whatever. Either ways, the point is, Masataku deserved something far worse than a shot to the back of the head. I've said it before and I'll say it again. He got off easy for his depravity. If you want to have another screaming match, do it at another time. Masataku deserved the death he got. That is all I have to say regarding the matter."