#ultlie

[heraid]

and   when   you   threaten   to   do   things   to   me,   i   don’t   scream @ultlie 🍸

[ultdete]

          Good money was good money. But this money — " heavenly " was nowhere near a good enough description for the number in front of him. Triple zeroes tailed the very satisfying number in their lead, a giant number five written in red ink. ❝ Five thousand dollars .. ❞ the detective whispers, mesmerized by the number. It had been a long time since he had so much money at once. He could afford to eat again, afford to pay the electric bill for the shabby apartment he lived in. Who knows, maybe he could soon afford a much better place! The idea itself felt euphoric, and he hadn't even received the money just yet.

          With the promise of such an award, Shuichi set out on his search for the perpetrator who had this hefty bounty on their head. A bounty he had already convinced himself he'd claim. It had been a few months since he was given a case, and the lack of work was getting to him, it was unavoidable. Being one of the latest additions to his agency's team, all the good jobs went to the detectives who were used to the dangerous work, the best in the field. But this time, the chief cut him some slack. Whether this was good karma for something he did or not, he thanked every star in the sky for this opportunity. At long last, he was needed! ( If one could even call giving the runt of the litter one of the shittiest, unsolvable cases being needed. ) The case file slapped upon his desk was paper thin, not many details and leads inside to speak of. Atop the opening page, however, was " $5,000 " written across the top, circled in sloppy red ink. As the report discloses, there's been wind of a very dangerous, underground drug dealer making black market deals all over the West side of the region. Apparently this person is so good at avoiding detection, detectives and police do not even bother going after them. He couldn't blame them. By the looks of this pathetic case file, Shuichi could only assume they got so frustrated with the lack of details that they no longer considered this man hunt a priority.

          An award such as this on the line, it was all the motivation he needed to get to work. Jumping from his work desk, Shuichi grabs his work coat off the rack and heads out the door with an unceasing gleam of determination in his eyes.

          ... It's been three days. Three days of what felt like endless sleuthing have finally lead him to a location of interest. The detective found himself in a province he did not typically visit. Leads and suspicion equally have lead him to one of the most upper class areas the province had to offer. ❝ Could someone so dangerous.. really be residing here? ❞ He'd ponder for a moment, but quickly trashed the thought. Of course it's possible. Secrets run deep, people are cruel. He has seen his fair share of the evil people do and what it can bring, no matter how trustworthy they are. Well, that was sorrowful reminiscing for another time. The more he explored the area, he closer he got to his prioritized location of interest. Eventually, he found himself standing in front of set of satin, red wine doors, matte black trim and golden doorknobs adorning it.

          ❝ Lapin de luxe. ❞

          The sign reads like something straight out of a luxurious French ad, it's vibe very obvious. The cursive was beautiful, but the real eye catcher was the provocative sketch next to the club name's logo. A depiction of a male with what appeared to be a bunny suit hanging on to a pole was printed aside the advertised title. He had heard of these types of places before, but he had never seen one with his own eyes. This was very much.. a gentleman's club.

          After taking a few moments to muster up the courage to enter a place like this, he made his way inside. As he ventured through the club's corridor, he admired the architecture. Everything looked so polished, so elegant, the complete opposite of what he had seen on television and in sleazy classic films. From across the room, beyond velvet curtains, cheering and whistling echoed from the inside. Male waiters in what appeared to the club's signature bunny uniform went in and out of the room, leaving Shuichi to only assume exactly what was going on in there. A passing waiter winks at Shuichi as he makes his way through, likely entertained by the detective's accidental staring.

          He'd be lying if he said his curiosity was not tickled, but he was here for urgent business. A quick shake of his head was his best attempt to erase the thought. Treading further into the building, he scanned the room intently as he he made his way through. Halting his trail, something caught his interest — a bar. It looked like something straight out of a regal strip in Paris; it's polished marble tabletop reflected the beautifully dim lights hanging from the ceiling above. He recognized a few of the selections of the top shelf alcohol bottles from afar, his astonishment at the sight of them luring him in. Tucking in his jacket beneath his rear, he sits at the very middle stool of the bar. The bartender, polished and handsome, greeted him with a smile. His mannerisms were a bit strange.. He staggered. He seemed hasty.

          ❝ A black tea toddy, please. One ounce scotch. ❞

          .. Two hours pass as the two exchange small talk that eventually turn into exchanges of stories. Shuichi's drink runs low, still on his first glass. Collecting his coat, he uncrosses his legs to turn in his stool, straightening his clothes as he stands back up. ❝ One more round if you would, bad habits call. ❞ He jests, placing a twenty dollar bill on the table as he pulls out his cigarette pack with the other, giving it a quick rattle as he smiled back at the obliged bartender.

          Making his way outside, he waited until he was out of the bartender's line of sight before pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. It took a moment, but he managed to successfully type out a message with one hand, reading it over for any possible grammatical error for hitting send. In the meantime, to keep up appearances in front of passerby ( who could very well be potential witnesses ), Shuichi selects the most pathetic looking cigarette of the pack to tuck it in between his lips. He hated these things; the smell, the health risks. But for the sake of the case, just this once.

          Agitation surfaces amidst his anxiety as he hastily stifles through his coat pockets, every single one. He swore he packed a lighter for this backup plan, where is it? Did he not pack one at all? Blending in with your surroundings during an investigation is one of the most important things when it came to wrapping up a successful case. He felt himself starting to panic, until .. —

Closed & plotted AU starter for @ultlie.

[upbeatpianist]

@ultlie​ || mastermind au starter call!!

       { ♫ } ❝ you know, ouma-kun, i’m surprised you never caught onto my lie. or maybe you did, and you decided not to mention it? you always were talking about wanting to make things more interesting, after all. ❞

for all his talk about being able to spot a liar a mile away, kokichi sure had never tried to call kaede out for being the true mastermind of the killing game. maybe she was just better at lying than he thought. or maybe he just didn't care enough to call her out.

❝ either way, i’m grateful! i can’t tell you how boring it would’ve been if you had caught me right at the beginning of the game! ending things before they could even begin? how lame would that have been? ❞

❝ even if i had to step out of the game myself a bit early, it was still fun to watch you all go through the rest of the game! ❞

[ofhope]

@ultlie sent in this...

❝ oi, Momo-chan! you didn’t happen to stumble upon a stray pile of playing cards, have you? there’s a few spades in there that need to be laced with oil from the poison ivy sprout that I’ve been growing in the greenhouse! I thought it would be funny to up the ante when we play solitaire! ❞

for Kaito Momota.

Admittedly, his response was less of a response at first, and more a breath of 'wh,' followed by 'Kokichi,' (said neither in hostility or in fondness), before, eventually, Kaito found his footing again.

“Where the hell did you even get poison ivy from in the first place?!”

... Of course, that's even with Kokichi's explanation of in the greenhouse. Blink blink, and a few other questions emerge, all with varying degrees of urgency: why did Kokichi think that was a good idea in the first place? Wouldn't itchy hands just ruin any pla...

Oh. All shock dispelled, only to be replaced with a none-too-bemused deadpan glare. This was another one of his antics, and ruining any plays was a part of his game-plan. If it weren't for the threat of Kokichi potentially spreading any of whatever he may have had on his hands, in his pocket, or anywhere else on his person, Kaito would've picked him up by the scruff of the neck and, promptly, placed him someplace he wouldn't cause trouble.

Unfortunately hell was too far away, thus: there is no place wherein Kokichi can't cause trouble.

“You're no fun at all, you know that? Why can't you just, I dunno', place higher bets or some shit instead of giving people a rash?! Besides, who had the wise idea of giving someone like you some, uh, poison ivy seeds to plant in the greenhouse?!” it did come from seeds, right? “C'mon, we're going to go buy a new deck of cards.”

[ofhope]

“Circle jerk?!”

In the deepest depths of Kaito's mind, the faint voice of Maki could be heard: he's just trying to rile you up. Before he could rise to his knees, puffing angry flames and readied to throw words back and forth, Kaito repeated the situation in his mind - this was how Kokichi worked, and - and there was a lot to him. Kaito wasn't the brightest, he'd admit that, but there's no other reason why Kokichi would switch up tactics so quick. If he wants Kokichi to be understanding... then, Kaito's gotta', too.

(Even if it was annoying. Especially if it was annoying, because neither of them could venture through this endeavor without getting annoyed.)

“Even if you mean that, you still gotta' eat. Kirumi's not around to bring you breakfast to your room, and I sure as hell ain't making the extra trip. Dunno what the hell Monokuma'd do if someone died of starvation or malnutrition, so we've got to get some food in you. Me, Maki and Shuichi hang around after everyone's left, so.. start there. Not whenever everyone's busy chowing down, but once everything's died down a bit.”

Scratch, scratch. His hair prickled his fingertips, did little to fill that empty space in his head: what do you say now, after you feel like you've said everything?

“And if anyone gives you shit, I'll set them straight. You don't got to worry about that.”

@ultlie // continued! ♥

[ahogedetective]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KAY!!! 💜✨ I really hope you had a super awesome day!

HEHE AHHHH, THANK YOU, NOVAAAA!!! 💙✨I DID, I DID!!! I had a blast!!! And then you being such sweethearts and leaving me so many wonderful birthday wishes, made it so much bettter!! ily buddy and I hope you're having an awesome day, yourself~! *BIG HUG!!* ❤💖

[strebcrarchivess]

@ultlie liked for a starter!

"Kid, I legally can't sell you anything from this food truck unless you're eighteen! the food here is barley safe for consumption, even the ice is fucked up. Your ass sure as hell doesn't look eighteen. Unless I see some ID you're not getting a butterdog with extra pain sauce! No one at the Zomburger wants to get our asses sued."

[heraid]

@ultlie : { kneel } source, accepting !

she   only   has   herself   to   blame   for   her   apprehension,   really.   and   so   perhaps   this   functions   as   her   willing   submission,   grant   him   the   height   advantage   she   can   only   assume   he   craves.   what   other   reason   could   there   be   for   her   to   kneel   .   .   .   ?   mikan   was   unwilling   to   mull   it   over,   assign   some   benign   logic   base   into   a   man   she'd   never   understand,   not   in   the   way   she   wanted.   but   of   course   she   obliges   his   demand   for   her   to   get   on   her   knees   .   .   .   even   if   at   a   snail's   pace.   first   came   the   contortion   of   her   expression,   some   pathetic   semblance   of   a   grimace,   folding   weakly   into   herself   for   being   oh-so-foolish   as   to   not   obey   his   commands   before   they   even   tumbled   from   his   lips.   then   came   her   shaky   descent,   hands   clasped   firmly   against   her   chest   to   serve   as   her   only   form   of   solace   from   her   thick   perturbation.   when   she   had   finally   lowered   to   her   knees,   fat   from   her   thighs   pushing   against   one   another   and   at   the   restraint   of   her   socks,   soft   lavender   hues   slowly   rose   up   to   meet   kokichi's   sight,   searching   him   desperately   for   a   validation   she   knows   will   never   come.