#murder reaction

[lemnosobserver]

Current Events (Reaction/ Investigation Open)

E.L.L.A. was lured to the lounge by the distinct sound of Monomanu's electronic voice, or more rather, the laugh that was coming from the modified machinery. Honestly, it made them wonder if 'upupu' had been copyrighted sometime in the past, of if it was just an attempt by the creator to seem at least slightly original. But, if she had recalled record of the original incident correctly, the Mascot character coming to speak to the students meant either motive, someone being punished, or-

--Sitting in in the chair was the body of Sunao Nanase, mouth agape in -Shock? Horror? Understanding?- and blood trickling down the visor placed on his head--

...Murder.

..They should have expected this. After he didn't come back to the dorm last night it should have been obvious to them that Nanase was the first to perish. They should have been fully prepared to see his lifeless corpse once they came downstairs this morning. They-

..They should have been able to prevent it. But no. They had to follow their procedure, not to interfere...and look where that got them. He wasn't supposed to die. Not yet.

They hear their ID go off in their pocket, removing it distractedly as they stiffly moves towards the body, face devoid of any discernible emotion. They kneel slightly in front of the corpse, removing the headset to at least allow some semblance of peace, perhaps those with lighter hearts could merely pretend he was just asleep again.

Their eyes become focused on the body, knowing that no detail was allowed to be missed. But that didn't prevent them from hearing the sound of another coming up behind them.  One of the first to find him? Or someone like themselves who came with the announcement. It didn't matter. It wasn't important.

"...Just standing there isn't going to do anything, you realize."

[shslbobthebuilder]

numb | murder reaction

Everything will be okay.

How many times had Mikhail said that? How many more had it been thought? And what were they supposed to mean now, what power did those words hold? They weren't comforting anymore. They meant nothing, empty promises, words with no meaning that Mikhail could find. There was no way for them to think that anymore, to convince themself it was reality, because the proof was right in front of them that nothing, nothing, nothing was okay anymore.

For a moment, they felt nothing at all. A horrible numbness had spread over their body and they were paralyzed, eyes facing forward but unfocused, seeing nothing. Any noise around them was nothing but a faint buzzing sound, with no chance of them telling one voice from another. What was this feeling, this numbness? The remains of a memory long forgotten resurfaced, after so long of being pushed down...they had felt this before, they knew that they had, but oh, they didn't want to think about it, they didn't want to even consider it...

They'd spent so long ignoring it, pretending it wasn't something that they could feel. Successfully keeping it away even when it likely would have been for the best. But now, staring the full reality of the situation in the face, admitting for the first time that this was no joke, they knew, oh god, they knew.

Who will save you now?

They weren't going to do this. They weren't going to accept defeat, not now.

The numbness in their body faded out, quickly replaced with something they were much more comfortable with- anger, no, rage. A rage that showed quite clearly on their face, burning up what was left of whatever they had felt before, thawing out their frozen limbs and allowing them to look around furiously from person to person standing around the gruesome scene.

"Who did this?"

Their voice was loud, practically screaming, glaring at everyone their eyes met.

"Which one of ya brainless, selfish fuckers did this? What kind of fuckin' secret is worth- is w-worth-!"

Pathetic. Unable to even get the word out, they gestured at the corpse.

"This?! This is...th-this...!"

They shut their mouth quickly as their words begin to shake, slowly shaking their head as their eyes found their way back to the corpse. Slowly, they began backing away, a strange look on their face for one brief second before they turn away from the scene completely, storming away from the rest of their peers.

[shsl-violist]

Murder Reaction | Ch. 2

It pinged. Her ID pinged. Her heart rate rose again. Monobear was right. It was indeed the last game of two truths and a lie. Mayumi pulled out the ID with shaky hands. Muto Akahana was dead. Mayumi didn't know her, but honestly there were a ton of people she hadn't met yet. She looked at the cause of death and raised an eyebrow confusedly. Hemorrhaging? What?

She scooted over to the elevator and into the Pastadise restaurant. It was horrendous. Blood was covering the walls, and there she was, hanging on to the wall with a knife. Did someone have a death wish? Mayumi never knew Akahana but whoever she was, she didn't deserve this. Mayumi exhaled deeply. This was too much for her.

"W-Why...why did this...happen again...?!"

[shslbattyarchive]

Upon finding the body, Carmilla took a step back and let out a small hiss of annoyance, bringing her (now bandaged) hand up to cover her nose and mouth. She wasn't as horrified as everyone else, but more annoyed at the fact the neck had been bloodied and that would probably lead towards eyes pointing towards her. The fresh scent of blood also made her drool a bit--although that could be easily hidden. What couldn't be hidden, however, was the sudden loud growling from her stomach. She hoped no one heard that.