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Nothing Gets Better | Kazuma | Reaction to Pascal's Eye
It's almost laughable, Kazuma thought just after everything came crashing down nothing could get worse. Yet it did, all it took was hearing Ricardo's scream for him to turn his head back. A horrible decision as the sight he saw made him fall to his knees.
Yuki tore out Pascal's eye. Sure the guy was horrible but...his eye. Kazuma covered his mouth and slammed his eyes shut but it was already burned in his head. The pickpocket just taking an eye without hesitation, the last person he was thinking maybe, just maybe he could try to trust. But that was out the window too. He didn't think they'd become that violent that fast. It was almost as if...it wasn't them.
That put a thought into Kazuma's mind as he remembered something that had been said before. Perhaps...Not right now- but later. He needed to cool his head off and lie down after all of this. But after he did he had to ask someone something.
However for now his goal was to avoid the scene in front of him and try to shut out everyone's voices.
Let's try this again I Hikaru I Execution Reaction, Murderer Reveal and now Yuki
The second the votes went up and Monogoose finished her announcement he felt his own blood run cold.
They had gotten it wrong…
Why… Why did Mia confess if it wasn’t her. Why…?
The execution played, Hikaru found himself just staring at his own hands as it played in the background to him… Just a sound. He wasn’t refusing it was happening but he didn’t want to watch this. He didn’t want to witness this time. They had all… Put her to this. It was their fault.
Or no. It was the murderer’s fault.
They’re the one who had thought to kill Mayu and Persephone. To foll Mia in confessing like that…
Once it ended Hikaru raised his head with his composure still shaking something horrible. The one cheerful Tarot Card Reader really wasn’t taking all of this very well, they had tried so hard and look what this had gotten them. One of their most useful people was gone.
And now at least they know who did it.
Of course. Of freaking course.
"… You killed the both of them and then nothing is accomplished with this. You killed them for nothing. And now Mia’s dead because of this too… Because you two decided yourself were so much more important…”
Wow what was this anger. It seemed to really be getting to him from jsut the sheer betrayal everyone was feeling. He could see it obviously.
This was somewhat new to him but it reinforced what he should have been thinking since the beginning didn’t it. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted them both.
"And I guess that that reading did come true huh Servez-san. You wished for something awful. "Bad news" as it was said. And look at all this wealth you got in return. Huh. Does that feel good to have done this. To have planned out the murder of Artino-san and Harawa-san. Does this wealth help you in any way; you’re still here like the rest of us."
Never in his life would he have really considered saying something like this but everyone’s emotions were strong right now.
"You decided to take advantage of the moment, to get us to vote for Mia because you deemed her less important than the both of you…"
He paused before adding one last things.
"I knew you should never trust tall people."
Okay that line sounded a bit too cheesy to end something like that with. They were bad enough back home and now here? This was just as bad, although much less harm physically.
And just as he had finished his statement that was when things had exploded once again. Withing seconds Yuki was on Pascal, and a second later they weren't. And Pascal was now missing an eye.
Hikaru blinked, taking a moment to actually realize what had actually happened here. Had that just...
Honestly... He had no words for that. So much had gone horribly wrong here that there really was nothing else to say at this point. In the end, he was just standing there, watching the end of the event.
There was going to be so much trouble after this. So much...
He'd already spoken, there was nothing left for him to say. Other than to just immensely regret even speaking up.
No Words For How I Feel | Kazuma | Trial END
Kazuma couldn't even look up, he heard everything there was to be heard. But after hearing Mia was innocent he felt sick- he knew he shouldn't have voted her. Her confession seemed too perfect, and he was right but he still voted. Disgusting. He was disgusting not following his gut. His legs were shaking...did he vote her because he was looking for an excuse for her to die? Was he really that fucked up?
Leaning against the podium that wasn't even his he took shaky breaths...the next conversation is what caught him off. Yuki was right for suspecting Pascal...but...what the goose had said. Ricardo had planned it. His friend had helped. Someone he thought he could trust. Straightening himself even though his shaking hadn't settled he looked towards the lover duo. It really was pathetic, Kazuma really was. He didn't want to suspect Pascal because Ricardo liked him.
Then this happened. He couldn't even seem mad, just surprised and disappointed. In Rikki and himself. He had told himself friendships would be foolish here- and it was. Yet all he could do was give his shocked expression, no tears, no words. Just that stupid expression. He should have realized that everyone was right- no one was above killing. He just wanted to believe that...Gritting his teeth again he finally looked away. That was that, there was no taking back a murder. His friend had killed...What was he kidding were they even friends? He didn't know anymore- he wanted to...but after this? Better just to leave those two to whatever. He wouldn't be able to look at Ricardo again at this rate. Kazuma wasn't much better than the murderer or the accomplice though, he willingly went along with Mia's words against his original judgement. He helped send her to death. His bias helped send an innocent to death. How disgusting.
He only wanted to live because he thought he could be useful in way way, just one. But that reason...what was it again? His clouded mind couldn't remember. All he could think about was everything horrible that happened here. What would happen if he could get out. All he could see was a horrible life. Then it clicked in his head, it didn't matter if what would happen anymore did it? They all really were screwed and all he could do was grin and bear it. So that's what he did, any emotion of betrayal or sorrow left him. He just went back to how he normally was. Of course, he's already done this plenty of time here so why would this time be any different?
Watermark | Anaki | Reaction
Upon hearing the goose telling them that they had gotten it wrong, Anaki froze. She made no expression, but gripped her podium tightly as she made a feeble attempt to hide her trembling. She watched Ricardo and Pascal cling to each other, lowering her brow in disgust.
So this is what "love" drove people to do. This was what "friendship" meant. If that was the case, she didn't fucking want it. She had killed someone she considered a friend...there was blood on her hands now as well. On everyone's hands. She....never got to read Mayu's letter to Mia...where had that letter even gone? It probably fell near Hightower when Yuki...--
She watched the execution, feeling a sick churning in her gut as she saw someone who looked just like her chasing down the helpless Mia. No...no no no....not me...it's not me...I wouldn't....not anymore...
Her face showed no indication of the pain she felt. She pushed it all into the grip on her hands. Ricardo...planned it...and Pascal carried it out, and now Mia would be paying for it. And when the carriage arrived....Pascal refused to leave. 'I love you too much'? What a fucking load of horse shit. What about the people Mia loved? What about the people Mayu and Persephone loved?! WHAT ABOUT GETTING OUT OF HERE TO FIND SOME SORT OF FUCKING HELP?! That was what finally made her speak up. Her hands gripped the podium until she went white in the knuckles, watching another fleeting chance of freedom fly away.
"You....murdered Mayu...Persephone...in a disgusting way....an' because he can't go with ya, you're just gonna let Mia die in vain?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You....fuck you, Pascal! You selfish fucking prick! FUCK YOU! You don't give a shit about any of us, you only care about yourself an' someone who could get your fucking rocks off! You caused three deaths for no fucking reason! An' you, Ricardo....you planned this? So I was right to suspect ya! Hah, guess you got what ya wanted then with Mia gone. I trusted ya! I'm done. I'm just....I'm fucking done. If this is what havin' friends and bein' close to people means...I don't want any part in it. You let someone innocent...someone smart, helpful, an' just as scared an' wanting to go home as the rest of us...you let 'er get her head sawed apart...! You let Chiyo over there lose someone she cared about! Or what about Mia's family? Huh? But it's okay, 'cause you got someone that you "love"! No one else matters, no one else's got anyone more worth livin' for than you. What if it was me who got axed, huh? Would ya go an' tell my mom 'oh, I let 'er die in my place so I could be with someone I loved, never mind that you cared about 'er. Oh, an' I got a chance go to home and maybe help them all get out, but I couldn't leave the one I loved, so I alsolet more people die and basically let her death be completely pointless'. Disgusting, selfish fucking animal."
Her voice was hard, straight, and dead serious. Right now, this whole goddamn kingdom, and probably almost everyone in it, could burn and she wouldn't feel an ounce of remorse. She just...god damnit....she hated everyone and everything right now. Herself included.
"Rose Trials" - Reap Your Rewards
"Well, now that justice has been served, there's still the matter of a certain someone's fabulous reward."
On queue, the carriage rode down into Briar square, landing next to the circle of students silently.
"As promised dove, a ticket out of Märchen. For you and you alone. If anyone else tries to set flipper in that carriage, they'll eggret it."
Pascal looked shocked as his blood ran cold. He made no move towards the carriage, still clinging tightly to Ricardo.
"I refuse to leave without Ricardo. At least...let him go instead."
"Absolutely not chickadee. This carriage is for the murderer and only the murderer. Your little boyfriend may have planned the plan, but you did the deed. It's one or none."
Ricardo looked wide-eyed and sick, as if he were just realizing what he had done.
"Pascal...go...I-If you don't...w-what was the point...in all of this...?"
Pascal could feel everything building up inside him, anger and sorrow and regret, all the relief of having gotten away with their awful murder wiped away. He didn't know what to do, what to think, but all he knew was that he couldn't lose Ricardo. He couldn't leave him behind. It simply wasn't possible for him anymore.
"I...I can't...I can't leave you...I love you too much...Isn't...Isn't there anything else we can do? Could we...get immunity...or a mastermind hint...anything...whatever it is, but I'm not leaving Ricardo behind."
"Your reward was escape, dove. If you're getting cold flippers it certainly doesn't ruffle my feathers, but I've fulfilled my end of the bargain. You get nothing."
And with that, she waved a wing at the carriage, dismissing it. On command the pegasi took off, flying over the hedge and out of sight. It was never coming back.
"Execution" - No Swingity
And just as the custom had so firmly been established, Mia had not even the chance to cease her blubbering before the chain came for her, it’s teeth grinning as it swallowed her in its grasp. Had she any common sense in her, perhaps she would have fought. But no, she was toppled backwards into the darkness as if she were a ragdoll.
The screen on the opposing end of Briar Square, just leagues away from where the swing dancer had once surrendered her life, flickered into existence with a grain effect, colors evaporating into grey scale.
♪♪♪
The murmur of voices fades in as a scene comes into existence inside the cube, but it appears to be no more than a delusion onset by the melodic tones coming from the speakers of the screen, no sounds are existent in this world of black and white, only a somber and depressing scene of a bar, many story book creatures mouthing escapades that are lost to your ears.
And at the center of the scene is Mia.
She takes a shot of something from a tiny glass, though the bottle in question labels its existence as mere sparkling apple cider. You would have to guess this skit takes place in the Prohibition Age. If anything, it tied in Mia’s usual wardrobe with her dated dialect. From behind the bar, a perky creature approaches her. Or perky in mannerisms alone, for you recognize the vile creature as Monogoose in her human form, only this time dressed to the nines in flapper apparel. She grins as she fills Mia’s shot glass to the near brink.
"I have a proposition for you, dovely,"
A black screen labeled in white lettering announces. Wow, you really are out at the old movies. Back to the current performance, Mia gives the goose a dirty look before returning her fascination to the glass of makeshift booze. Up to her lips and down the pipes. She releases a sigh before returning the lip up, as if requesting another.
"I ain’t interested. Ya think after all I went through ‘d wanna go back?"
Monogoose only chuckles to herself as she dips the lip towards the swing dancer, her eyes deceptively kind.
"Not to you, darling. For the class. Wouldn’t you like to leave your classmates with a parting gift? Maybe a clue to the mastermind’s identity."
And that lone explanation was apparently more than enough for the swing dancer, who’s eyes widened upon the return to her pseudo-attempts at intoxication. She eyed the bird turned girl, more with amazement than skepticism. The mother goose of all despair had laid her golden egg in the mind of the swing dancer, and her hold would not falter. She grins as she slips a package to Mia under the counter.
"Just a month’s supply of rotgut for my associate. You can find him across town, but I suggest you make haste before my offer expires."
As if some mechanical droid rather than the girl you had come to know, Mia bobs her head in obedience. Without drawing much attention to herself, she shuffles in her stool to conceal the hooch under her pants, using one of her shoelaces she had tied to her wrists in mourning for her friends to hold the item in place. Not the truest form of bootleg, but it was as close as Mia could offer in her situation.
Strolling from the bar, personifying her role as the cool cat on the prowl, she propped open the door and set out into the city. Though the details of “across town” would stump any other, this was a city of paper walls, the buildings drawn only from markers. The true landscapes such as the bar she had just waltzed out from stuck out as a proverbial thumb. Navigation here was a breeze.
As she started her way down the false sidewalk, it took almost no time for her sights to lay on a true building just a couple blocks from where she was. She grinned to herself, it was almost nostalgic of her own Brooklyn streets. But she refused to dwell on this, not if it would return her to all the people she had left.
As she drifted upon such lucid thoughts, a police car, equally as nondescript, rolled up beside her, matching her pace. Mia stole a quick glance, but was terrified of what she saw looking back at her. A camera pan reveals Daichi behind the wheel, somewhat different than you had known him. It was almost as though he were the Daichi you had all known at the party, strict but not touched by this tendril of despair.
Sitting shot gun was his once beloved Claymore. Delicately, this imposter fingered the hilt.
Mia seemed to connect the dots of what was occurring and switched to a bolt down the street. She could handle dying here, it was what she had signed up for. But if she could avoid death like that, she would for as long as possible.
But upon leaping down the streets, several other civilians broke from their normally brainwashed demeanor in chase of Mia. Their faces were recognizable even under grey scale: Yuki, Chiyo, Anaki…Persephone and Mayu, her supposed prey.
Mia refused to slow, even as she took a tearful look over her shoulder to the personification of the life she was leaving behind. Somehow, death in their hands seemed all the more pleasant, if only because she would have the comfort of seeing them one last time. But it was the mastermind clue that kept her alive, that kept her running.
And finally, the building grew closer, its presence infinitely imposing as she stumbled up the steps and flung herself to the door. She bothered not for the doorknob as she slammed her fist against the door, taking a step back only to prevent herself from falling inside when the door decided to give in. She took one final look over her shoulder to relish in the memory of her beloved friends she was to leave before the door opened, the hinges silent not only to the audience.
Behind it was the terrifying frame of her alleged partner, dressed to fit the role with an overcoat black as night, a top hat ten stories tall, and a long, thin mustache twirling out from his lip. In his hands was clutched the very instrument of death, the tank, and it instantly connected to Mia’s head, sending her toppling backwards.
Blood poured from the outward wound as the croupier gathered her barely conscious form into his grip, throwing her over his shoulder. Grinning the dastardly grin of the villain he played, he filed neatly down a trap-door concealed stairway, hauling the swing dancer with him.
As the camera slowly faded back from the darkness, you see Mia has slowly begun to do the same. Although you can tell her head is spinning internally, she does her best to make out her situation. While she cannot, you are given the full picture: Mia lies strapped to a saw mill, placed with her back to the saw, and a gag rope binds her mouth.
The dastardly villain, cackling in the silence and twirling his mustache, seems delighted in the girl’s now true consciousness. Closing the space between them, he bends over and whispers a series of words into her ear, stolen by the silent state of her execution. Her eyes grow wide in panic over what she has heard, and she does all in her power to break from the bonds encasing her.
However, the croupier seems lacking in the empathy the girl is requesting, and continues his maniac expressions as he pulls a lever downward. Without so much as a sound, the saw behind the swing dancer sparks to life, pulling its expectant prey towards it, almost salivating for her demise. Mia takes notice to the sound you are deprived of, and breaks into a fevered panic, doing all in her power to break free from her ties, but her terrified sobs do nothing to aid her in her endeavor. The saw inches closer, closer even, but at the moment of impact, the footage fades to black, as does the upbeat music.
All that remains are the terrified screams of Mia Thompson, the crunch of bones being broken and veins being split, and then a sickening silence.
”That’s All Folks!”
In A Sentimental Mood | Mia | RE: Yuki ATTN: Kazuma, Anaki
Just as Mia had nuzzled her way into Chiyo's embrace, she was caught off guard as another spoke up. Yuki...
In a way, she cherished the fact that they were that willing to look at her, to want her life. It was in an act of purging Yuki's hatred that she had made this decision. But the pain of what the pickpocket was going through tore at her heart strings.
"Yu," she breathed. "Don't---don't ya feel bad for a little cry baby like me. I ain't worth it. I ain't worth yer sadness, an' I sure as heck wasn't worth these new puppies I was given,"
She holds up her own hands, only to be drawn back into her own sadness. It shook her a bit, it made her feel ashamed.
" 'm sorry...'naki, Hanamo. Ya gave up yer eye an' arm cause some little s*** stain could give me m' hands back. An' here I am scwanderin' yer loss. Heh...I guess I am weaker than I let on."
"But...as odd as it is, 'm glad. Someone's gettin' out. Someone...may get ya guys help. An'...even that hope's 'nough. I'd rather die without blood on m' hands. This...is a nice time ta die. 've accepted it, an' 'm ready for it."
She wipes her eyes despite their dry nature. She felt so selfish inside. What she did should only affect her, and it hurt to have others hurting for her actions. She might as well have murdered Mayu and Persephone, at least then they could have justification in this decision.
"An' if it's worth 'nythin', let me reiterate--I ain't Livewire."