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Post by Monokuma ✰ on Sept 11, 2017 15:51:15 GMT -5
 I AM NOT A BAD BEAR even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things After a few days, the usual humdrum of Island Life seems...dull, almost. Some of you still avoid the beach; the memories of your deceased companions is just...too much. It seems Ai has only fallen deeper into a rut, and Cheshire grows more mysterious and fear-inducing with every passing moment. The island is beautiful. The island is boring.But in just a few short hours, you’ll realize what a foolish notion “boring” is.It starts with a small announcement laced with Monokuma’s usual saccharine venom.“Alright, chefs! I’ve got a meat-on-the-bone to toothpick with you, so come one, come all, to the Tribal Council Plaza! Attendance! Is! Mandatoryyyyyyyy!! Puhuhuhuhuhuhu!”And...so you all did. None of you were that stupid, after all. And then...he appeared in his usual flamboyant style, dressed in a white coat and a chef’s hat; he held two long skewers. Without even speaking, a splintering crack drew your attention to the center of the plaza. It was being torn asunder, leaving ruin in its wake as an elevator loudly ascended into place. The door slid open quietly. Caribbean music played softly from within.“Now that we’ve all worked on our tans and soiled our hands--or paws, I think it’s time to spice up this dish! Upupu…” And he gestured for everyone to enter. As the last contestant walked into the elevator, the descent began…...but after a second it shook roughly, sending everyone to the floor. Goddamnit. It continued downward after that, for what seemed like ages...« tag: @all // notes: welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to-- » |
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Post by Koneko Kikaimoto on Sept 11, 2017 15:59:09 GMT -5
 Koneko gritted her teeth as the bear assaulted her hearing processors with an onslaught of horrible food puns. Truthfully, she'd always been a bit jealous of those able to eat, since her sensors had always picked up such wonderful smells from foods... but sadly, eating would just gunk up her inner mechanisms, which would just be a hassle to clean. It'd never stop her from being jealous, but still. But even the bitter, snarky, and cynical robot knew better than to sass Monokuma too much, and so she walked onto the elevator, bracing herself for what would come next. you cant wake up - this is not a dream |
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Post by Dorothy Saotome on Sept 11, 2017 16:00:51 GMT -5
Dorothy shook her head at Monokuma's getup but didn't say anything about it. After all, resisting him would be useless, if the history books were anything to go by.
Once the elevator appeared, after hesitating for a bit, she stepped in and waited for everyone else to join her. The Polyglot would lie if she said that she wasn't excited at the thought of a new backdrop.
But a new area to explore also meant a new motive, which meant more dead people, which meant more investigating which finally meant more executions. Or a 'gotcha!' moment like the last one.
Of course, like last time, once the elevator was sent moving, it shook hard and sent Dorothy tumbling to the floor. After muttering something unintelligible to most participants, she got up again.
And she waited, and waited. What could possibly happen next? What dangers would await the remaining participants? What silly costume would Monokuma wear this time around?
All these questions, and posssibly more, would be answered soon enough.
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Post by Valentina Rossi on Sept 11, 2017 16:03:57 GMT -5
[attr=class,mbox] She bumped into Nero while entering the elevator and whispered into his ear. "It looks like it's your time to shine, Nero. I mean, everyone else is screwed compared to you. Even a Goddess such as myself. Just, do us all a favor, and pick who gets the collars carefully. If you pick myself or Nana, you're choosing sides and get yourself in deep trouble. My suggestion, pick both myself and Nana. It's the only fair way to save your own rear-end and prevent another murder. I'm ready to atone, bomb or no bomb. If I have to take a bomb, I will." She gulped as she headed for the back of the elevator and screwed downward into oblivion... |  It takes a Lot to Make
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Sept 11, 2017 16:04:35 GMT -5
 Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? Nero walked over to the tribal council with a heavy foot. Anytime attendance was mandatory, it generally didn't work out for the students. As such, he entered the council area with a very surprised look on his face as he looked at the very well dressed bear and listened to him speak.
"...I'm liking where this is going!" Nero's mind wasn't thinking of any of the negative possibilities that could happen as he entered the elevator. His mind was focused on one thing. With the bear wearing that get up, talking about dishes and spices, he had a very good idea of where this was going. As he got on however, he was interrupted by the Ultimate Aromatherapist.
"Don't worry Valentina... I'm not going to pick anyone unless they want it. Hopefully, it'll be me and whoever else..." whispered the Baker as he got on the elevator.
I get to cook! Nero had a great smile on his face as he stood in the elevator. Truly, this was one of his greatest scenarios. If the pretense to the elevator meant anything last time, it was possible that it would likely involve people cooking things for the bear. This was his home field. Good luck Ultimate Robot, Ultimate Knight. The Ultimate Baker is here to show the world once again!
Unfortunately, as he stood in the elevator, he once again forgot about it's tendency to drop people to the ground suddenly. Once again, he fell hard onto the ground, having not supported himself on anything. As he got up, his right leg once again voiced it's complaint, rendering him in quite a bit of pain as he stood. He couldn't risk anymore trouble. With that, he walked over to the side of the elevator and tried to look as invisible as possible. It wouldn't due to worry his friends after all.
Nero the Baker with an Advantage
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Sept 11, 2017 16:41:32 GMT -5
Orica arrived at the Tribal Council Plaza a short time after the bear's summons. She could have blown it off but that kind of petty rebellion wouldn't be strength. No, she had to get though this farce to prove her strength by not giving in to what the bear wanted her to really do: Fall for one of his motives and kill someone else, and given the last time something like this happened there was a good bet that the next motive was about to be revealed. Nothing good could come from not finding out what fresh Hell was thought up for them. Knowing the reasons why the others might kill was crucial to defending herself from attack if targeted.
Stepping onto the elevator she braced herself for it's movement, as last time it sent her to the ground, but again it seemed the victor. She needed to live long enough that she could fight this elevator at least.
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Post by Liam Dayton on Sept 11, 2017 17:22:31 GMT -5
I swear, every time that friend-murdering bear makes a pun, I lose a year off of my already short life-expectancy. I want to find the sick and twisted person controlling him, and make them tell us why they did it. Someone capable of laughing while we cry... they will see no mercy from me.
No. I refuse to believe it. I won't leave Kris behind. If I leave this terrible island, that'll be me leaving what's left of Kris behind. Well, I do still have the torch. The only thing left.
"Another elevator? P-Please, no! The last t-time I went down one of these, it brought to this horrible island where I l-lost Kris!"
What am I supposed to do? If I don't go, I might end up joining Kris in Heaven. Well, that's not too bad. I'd give a lot to see him and Ben again. The question is, how do I know I'm not going to Hell? I let Ben and Kris die, I've let myself become lax in my duty to protect us, and not to mention, I hit a woman.
I let my anger and my weakness get the best of me, and I assaulted Valentina. She was, no, is a murderer, but I should have handled it properly. I'm supposed to be a shining beacon of hope, not some common crook that beats other people because he's angry. More reason for me to give up-
"Gah!"
Don't tell me every elevator is going to do that. Assuming there is another elevator, or that I live long enough to see the next one. There's always the possibility that I won't see tomorrow.
...This is going to be the burial site of one of our friends?
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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Sept 11, 2017 18:42:10 GMT -5
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THE WORLD'S ON HEROIN
AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]The experience on Survivor Island was an emotional rollercoaster for Mayumi. She first went from an almost unanimously voted victim for the bomb collar, to a slightly more respected individual who was one of the main causes of the trial succeeding. Saying goodbye to this island was like taking a boulder off her shoulders, finally able to overcome the sluggish burden.
As the elevator defies logic again and sprung from the very place she reflected to herself. Although she didn't show it, the destruction of the Plaza made her sad.
Entering the elevator again, it shot downwards catching her off balance yet again.
"Oof!"
She tried to stand up again, but the velocity of the elevator made her legs shake and she collapsed to the floor again. Epic fail.
Mayumi wondered what sort of location would be next. Judging by Monokuma's current fashion, theme, and mediocre puns, the next area would probably have a heavy emphasis on food. Maybe a food court? A giant restaurant? A kitchen? Whatever it was, it didn't matter at the moment. | [attr="class","goodness"] 
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Sept 11, 2017 21:17:42 GMT -5
Strung along like a puppet, Caelie had no choice but to follow everyone else as they heeded the bear's orders. Honestly, everything that had happened was... it gave her a lot of conflicting emotions. It did so in an extent greater than what turbulent waves life normally brought - as if god's dials were turned up multiple notches. There were so many questions, so many things without a satisfactory answer in sight. What's more, there were... recent developments too, yet another variable thrown into this cesspool of unpredictability.
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Sept 13, 2017 21:23:32 GMT -5
Once again, they had been summoned, and it appeared the bear was intending to bring another change in their environment. There were few environments she could imagine would be as unpleasant as the island they found themselves on, in spite of the few characteristics of it that were merely acceptable. From his crude wordplay and choice of wardrobe, their new accommodations would most likely deal with the realm of the culinary, of which Nero was well-acquainted.
Irene had little to say about food. It provided nourishment to all living things, in a sense, while the definition varied depending on the organism. One might have different preferences from others, and indeed, she did too, but there was little else to be said. It was a part of her process as she was a living organism, and it was required to function optimally. She would prefer some over others, as everyone else. She did not venture from her shop to visit restaurants, and so, this would bring further new knowledge.
Falling to the floor as last time, she stood up unaffectedly. Whatever would follow, while likely not as uncomfortable as the island, would not be pleasant.
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Post by Sanura Simons on Sept 16, 2017 13:17:20 GMT -5
Sanura was at the beach while the announcement played, where else would she be on this island in the first place? Enough rhetorical questions aside, worry began to take over again in her head.
'Oh no, does this mean we're going to another area again? Why not just stay here... it's so peacef-' but before she could finish that thought she knew that that was exactly why they wre changing location again. Seeing no point in struggling, she went over to the plaza with everyone else, trying to keep a good composure while entering the elevator.
"Let us hope this new area will be mo-" but before she could finish her sentence gravity had his way with everyone including even Orica. This was the second time, though Sanura still didn't expect to be thrown down full force as she landed on her back again. "Ouch..."
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