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Why is she starting to care stop that || Haru || Trial 4 || Re: Vivian, Ulysses, Elise, Chuu

Turning her gaze toward the others there, even if she didn't care if most of them died... They all were in a similar position as her, she didn't like many of them, she could go as far as to say she despised how most of them acted, they were all irritating, loud, moronic, and many other insults she could muster in that case... However, they all were still human. She never really intended to speak to them, and, she was amused by the concept of them getting it wrong, the idea of seeing what would happen...

But now that it actually was happening? She couldn't bring herself to smile regarding it, in fact she was silent. Before taking a deep breath, turning her gaze to Elise. A look of seriousness growing, but not one of anger.

"...Do not misunderstand. I've personally despised you all from the start, Sinclair-san, the issue of the matter is... My words are not out of hatred, but out of thinking realistically. You all... Chose to vote as this, you all chose to let her live, as much as everyone deserves a chance, we are still sentencing someone innocent to suffer... May I bring about a hypothetical? What if it is Inukai-san who suffers? What if it were Mimori-chan? What if it were Bellamy? The list could go on, could you realistically look at your decision and believe you did the right thing?"

There was a sigh from Haru, for a moment her normally stoic look seemed to falter for a moment, almost looking like she was concerned about the situation, but, breaking back into her stoic gaze again.

"...I just want you all to know that you have no right being upset about what happens, you chose this, you have to live with it, the ones who deserve to cry are the ones who attempted to avoid it."

Then came Ulysses, who, for a moment Haru was going to let slide, she made a truce with him, after all... But as he continued Haru couldn't really contain how much this was irritating her. Hypocrites? Yeah she was probably one, but, that didn't change the matter... He was so readily prepared to do this out of defiance. Defiance to someone who could easily kill them in a moment, defiance when it didn't make the least bit of sense. Defiance when her life, as well as Mimori's was on the line.

"...Your father must be so proud of you. You keep talking about defiance, but in a situation like this that is absolutely fucking stupid. Have you for one moment thought about the outcome? You keep acting like you are in control, like you can change anything but you're just a fucking half-wit lawyer. I had thought our truce would last, yet, you decided to pursue such a foolish goal of defying who we are against, instead of using your fucking head and trying to find an answer. Your logical-reasonings are flawed, much like every other word you fucking say. Defiance comes with time, yet you're attempting to throw away lives for it. You only care about your own vision of justice, you don't care who lives or dies in the least."

Now she was angry, why? She didn't even know, there was this feeling in her chest upon the results, fear, concern, care? She didn't really know how to react to those feelings, she felt scared, she wanted to be sure certain individuals were safe, she wanted to avoid a negative outcome... Which was amusing, seeing as she had went into that case fully expecting to laugh about the outcome.

"Our truce is over. As short lived as it was, my information I've already found is better used on someone who actually cares to assist us, instead of sending innocent lives to their deaths. Kindly stop speaking, preferably for the rest of the time we are stuck here.."

That was hypocritical seeing as she was an accomplice but... There were two other people to focus on, however, Vivian and Chuu now.

"...Yes I... Cannot blame you for choosing to fight for your life, any person truly would... Why was Sangre-san involved then? If you don't mind me... Asking that, is it as you said? She wandered in and saw what was happening and chose to intervene? Yet the question of who is watching...? Do you truly think that will get an answe--"

And silence, Chuu spoke and Haru watched in silence... They were watching...? Well, that made things a little easier in that case. She was still viewed as a kindhearted and lovely heiress, and not the terrible person she knew she was. Turning her gaze back to Vivian now, she crossed her arms, looking as serious as ever now.

"...Two individuals, hm...? We shall focus on finding the facts, Faust-san. I believe you have other matters to focus on, yes? I expect us to meet again... At least, we better if you truly value your life outside of here."

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We don’t have the luxury to stop | Ulysses | Trial 4.10 | Re: Bellamy, Elise

Ulysses scoffs.

“I haven’t been harping on morality, I’ve been harping on logic. But none of you respond to guilt or cajoling, apparently. All you care about is yourselves. I don’t blame you, not really. We’re in a terrifying, constant life-or-death situation. But-”

  He opens his mouth to argue more as more insults are hurled his way, but Dax dashing across the room startles him out of whatever rant he was preparing. Then Elise speaks, and his silence grows. He looks off to the side and lets a long, slow sigh out through his nose. The spite and vitriol dies on his lips, and sags visibly, looking exhausted.

  “I never wanted- all I’ve been trying to do, all I’ve ever tried to do is get everyone out of here any way possible. But no one ever… no one ever wanted to try. I keep seeing people getting hurt and dying, and everyone pretending that morality is what was motivating them rather than admitting that they were just… afraid.”

  He trails off, and is silent for a long moment.

  <CW suicide ideation implications>

  “None of this was from being self-righteous. Or at least, not intentionally. But like Bellamy said.” Ulysses briefly looks up and over at Bellamy before his gaze lowers again. “I’ve done far worse than what I’ve done here. That’s why I figured that out of everyone… if my life was the one that would have to get used up to give people a chance to escape… I was okay with that. I had accepted it.”

  <CW ends>

  He snorts and points a finger at his forehead. The bruises are healing and have faded significantly, but are still able to be clearly seen.

  “But I guess I should have figured out sooner that the kind of rebellion I've been trying to push you all towards wouldn’t pan out. I certainly wasn’t able to save Clarissa.”

  He lets his arm drop back down to his side with a lifeless flop.

"So... okay. You win. Feel free to hate me. I don't judge you for it. After everything, I deserve all of it and more. And don't take this to be a pity party, either. I'm just... I'm done, I think. I'm tired. I'll leave you all alone after this."

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I said "I must be fine, cuz my heart's still beating." | Ulysses | Trial 4.8 | Re: Ryuu

<Content warning for suicide ideation>

Ulysses watches Ryuu's meltdown and laughs.

"You think that wasn't the plan this whole time? You heard me admit to planning out my death this week, literally a day out from asking someone to commit consensual murder, and you think that I'm not ready, willing, and able to volunteer to be  punished?"

<CW ends>

Ulysses laughs again.

"Don't get me wrong, though. I don't enjoy pain. But I am spiteful and anti-authoritarian enough to deal with anything if it means our tormentors don't get the satisfaction of watching us fret and deliberate and argue."

He snorts and shakes his head.

"Why do you think from day one I've been resisting? I. Hate them. Whoever or whatever is responsible for keeping us trapped here. Especially because I almost left! Right at the beginning! But I stayed because hey, this would be a pretty great vacation, right?"

His amused expression falls off immediately.

"I've gotten hurt countless times from protecting people from those that are bigger and stronger than they are, figuratively and literally. So bring it on. I volunteer for punishment."

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tfw you get egg on your face | Ulysses | 4.something | Re: Crazybones

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Strangers on a Train | Ulysses | Trial 4.3 | Re: Evidence presented, Guy

Ulysses frowns thoughtfully as Guy speaks. He taps his bottom lip as his mind bounces from Point A to Point G.

"What if we're looking at this the wrong way? We keep trying to figure out how one murder ties into the others. What if there isn't a link between them?"

He begins to pace slightly as he speaks.

"Shinji was killed, presumably, in the ski lift. But that doesn't mean the car was in that location originally. Similarly, the obelisk containing Katia's body skid down the hill from further up. The glass and blood only showed up about two-thirds of the way up the hill."

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Reverie | Ulysses | Trial 4.2 | Re: Alibis, Jojo

Ulysses averts his gaze from Jojo as he begins to undress and shakes his head.

“Alibi. Right… I woke up and got ready, and left my room just before 7 AM where I ran into Elise in the hallway. We talked for a bit, and she mentioned she wanted to go on a walk outside. I asked if I could go with, and she agreed to it. We stopped into the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast, where we saw Momo, Guy, and Ryuu. Haru tagged along, and we headed outside. Shortly after, we… found the obelisk, with Katia inside.”

  Sighing through his nose, Ulysses empties his pockets. He gets out some gum, a set of earplugs, and a granola bar wrapper, and sets them out onto his podium.

 "Hiro, Elise, Chise, and I found the coat. The sleeves were pretty bloody, and the front was splattered as well. Looked like it was a size medium."

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Neath Dark Waters | Ulysses | Trial 3.1| Re: Guy, Self

Clarissa is dead. Her portrait stares out across the room, her smiling face a cruel reminder of the person that she was. The person she didn’t die as. What must her last thoughts have been like, with her personality twisted and bent around itself to be unrecognizable?

  Ulysses shakes his head slightly to rid himself of these thoughts. Now isn’t the time to indulge in melancholy musings. There was a death to figure out.

  “There’s a possibility that whoever murdered Clarissa wasn’t working alone. It seems as though she had a mug broken over top of her head. If someone saw a fight happening in the distance, they could have used the mug to try and stop Clarissa.”

Despite his sunglasses and the earplugs he shoved inside of his ears before the trial, everything was so loud and so bright. He briefly rubs at his head with a wince, then continues.

“There’s also a chance that this was self-defense, and Clarissa is who attacked first. The cloak could have been laid over her out of pity. It seems a white hair was also stuck onto the fabric, as well.”