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Post by Nero Fiammes on Sept 12, 2017 0:10:44 GMT -5
 Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? "Today is a good day!" cheered Nero with a great smile on his face, as he carted out yet another batch of food into the Restaurant Le Monoworld. As he loaded it onto another table, he couldn't help but truly be happy. After ten long years... his father was back. And he was just a good cook as he had remembered!
"Hopefully everyone's hungry!" noted Nero as he continued setting up the 'All You Can Eat' Buffet. It was only right, since this was there were two wondrous Chefs in this Kitchen, it would be a crime to waste this time. Besides, nothing could stop the Passion of two Fiammes!
Nero turned around as he finished unloading a big cake onto the table, and got ready to return to the Kitchen to get more food ready. Behind him, was a tired Valentina. She had unfortunately been dragged around by the baker, as a result of the handcuffs.
"How are you holding up Valentina? I hope I'm not going to fast or rushing you too much!" commented a concerned Nero as he looked back. Perhaps the buffet could wait a few minutes. Nobody here would probably need that much food anyways. He waved over to his father that he was taking a break, before he offered a seat to Valentina. Nero the Handcuffed Baker
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Post by Valentina Rossi on Sept 15, 2017 20:42:41 GMT -5
[attr=class,mbox] Valentina was not speaking. Valentina just stared out into the hallway. "No..." Her face was petrified. True fear. Like she had seen a ghost. Granted, they were all ghosts, but this was a particularly fearsome one. "Nero. When I was a child, my mother lead an army of stallions to march into war. She told me these stories of her army. How she went into battle with no exit strategy and only herself and one other survived. I was raised on those stories. I thought my mother was a great woman until the Future Foundation buried her in bullets. I can remember each one piercing through her. She was nothing but Swiss Cheese. The only way I could remember who she used to be was through those stories. Those very gruesome stories. They took me through hardships and failures. I even named a whole line after it. And just now...I didn't even think they were even real. I thought they were made-up stories. Fairy tales. Something to pass over. If you cherish your father, if you truly love him. You get him out of here right now. Because someone is coming from beyond the grave and isn't happy by this at all. Mr. Fiammes. Please. Run." She yelled this towards Mr. Fiammes while clutching behind and her and slowly reaching for a knife... |  Don't Worry I Have Permission
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Sept 15, 2017 23:10:13 GMT -5
Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? Nero had a lot of feelings going through him as he listened to Valentina. Confusion, sorry, pity, fear. Right now, there was a singular one that stuck out more than any other. 'What?'
"I'm sorry... what?" questioned Nero from the information overload. Truly, what she had just spoke of confused the poor baker to no end. A Valkyrie? Gunned down by the Future Foundation? And somehow, his father's life was in danger. Really, he didn't know what to think. But if his father's life was in danger...
"Father! Retreat to the room for now. I think something might be up. I can't let you die again, allow me to defend you this time!" shouted Nero with a great concern in his voice, trying to follow Valentina's eyes down the corridor and trying to see what she was looking at.
Hopefully, this was all a joke and they could laugh it off. But if there was a threat. His only option was to help Valentina. He was in no state to run... after all. Nero the Confused Baker
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Post by Taro Yamada on Sept 15, 2017 23:27:29 GMT -5
Several bullets rang out from the restaurant towards the baker and the aromatherapist. While Nero was spared, Valentina was struck in the shoulder and she collapsed, clutching her arm as she screamed. Under the cover of the cabinets, he watched as Mr. Fiammes left, following his movements with the barrel of his gun, making a 'pew' sound and overreacting the recoil as the father escaped.
"Oh. My Valentine? Where are you? I have some little hot lead friends that want to BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT YOU WHORE!"
His screams echoed throughout the room as he slowly walked towards where he saw the blood splattered against the walls. It was an amusing mural. He wondered if he also made that mural back in the park. The park of his grave.
"You know, before I continue blasting cunts like it's no tomorrow, I'd like to take this time to apologize to the bitchy baker whose too goody-goody two shoes to have the common fucking sense to not watch your back with a serial killer on your wrist. Are you more fucking retarded? Like, more than the average retard? Like, if we had a special Olympics where everyone wins, you'd still lose because you can't even find your own fucking dick and end up pissing your pants? You're lot can't do anything right. Except for that flying rat dipped in shit and calling itself a crow. Now he managed to save two fuckers out of, er, seventeen, I think? That's a pretty high number for fuckwits like yourselves."
He slowly stomped rather heavily to announce his presence towards the handcuffed group towards where he thought they were hiding. He wanted her to know he was coming.
"Now, for the guest of honor. A wannabe Goddess who just got fucking shot by ghost. Hows that pain, BITCH!? Can you really call yourself immortal when I CAN HURT YOU? Let me tell you, it's going to be fun hurting you! I just can't fucking wait for your cries of pain. Like myself. I was in pain. Life was a pain. Birdie took away my pain. But then you decided to have that two-tone FUCKNUGGET bring me back like a guest contestant. Huh? You stupid bitch. What gives you the right, the FUCKING right to bring back me? Me, of all people? Because your slut mommy decided to stop slurpping down horse semen for two seconds to tell you all about me, TARO YAMADA! WELL IM HERE NOW! WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO NOW? I think it's time we sit down and have a nice cup of joe."
He then unleashed several bullets into the cupboards, with the hope that he could manage to move Nero and Valentina out of cover...
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Sept 15, 2017 23:47:34 GMT -5
Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? "Valentina!" shouted the stunned Nero as he saw the bullet hit Valentina, before the two hit the ground. Thankfully, his father had the sense to retreat after the first bullet shot. Abandoning the family pride had saved his life... this time.
"Valentina! Are you okay? How bad is the damage?" whispered the silent baker as he tried to preserve his hiding place from the newly shown terrorist. There was only one thing he could do. Well... two, but hopefully the first one would work.
"Psst. Val. If worse comes to worse, use that knife and cut off my hand. Then get out of here. I can stall for time if I need to." whispered Nero as he motioned to Valentina's knife. It would truly be unfortunate... but unless talking things out worked... which he doubted it would, he'd be slow and dead weight for Valentina, and she was the target.
"Taro! Can we just talk about this? No guns, no weapons?" shouted Nero as he tried to throw his voice, so that in a worst case scenario, perhaps he'd shoot in the wrong area first.
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Post by Valentina Rossi on Sept 16, 2017 0:00:54 GMT -5
[attr=class,mbox] The bullets stopped only for Taro to burst out laughing, mumbling about how idiotic the baker was being, Valentina whispered back to the baker. "This isn't just your typical bad guy. He's an Ultimate Despair, completely brainwashed after mercury poisoned his body. He is incapable of thinking rationally. He was also a former Future Foundation, so he is quite skilled in dealing with these situations, if he does remember his time there. My mom told me he died spreading despair in a nuclear wasteland, but she told me he survived dozens of plane crashes, school shootings, car crashes and don't even get me started on how he was born. Forgive me for thinking he wasn't real. But, now that he's here, he's probably pissed off at me because he gets blue-balled from not being dead. He's pissed that I essentially brought him back from the living. So, the question really is..." Valentina raised her voice so Taro could hear her. "We both know that if you kill us, Monokuma would just keep on bringing you back to life along with Nero. I, myself, will just resurrect on my own. You'd never get your revenge, don't you understand that?" She turned to Nero and held out the knife she grasped before the fire fight. It was a butter knife, completely incapable of slicing through anything that wasn't butter. | Valentina Rossi
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Sept 16, 2017 0:14:20 GMT -5
Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? Nero looked at Valentina's knife and almost swore under his breath. The day had gone straight to hell... ironically enough while they were already in Hell. But... thankfully, he had one preparation ready.
"It's a cruel thing... to cut off a man's hand with their own knife..." noted Nero as he pulled out a knife and its cover from his pocket, handing it silently as possible to Valentina. Monokuma had dummied the previous one, much like Liam's sword and Orica's lance... but thankfully, before they left after the first trial, Nero restocked a knife. Better safe then sorry, after all. It was plenty sharp, for cutting breads and meats. It would get the job done.
"...I know that you could probably... come back... if you died, but I can't let you go through death twice. As a Fiammes, there's only one thing I can do. Take this knife. If negotiations fail, you know what to do with it. I'm dead weight anyways, I can't run away." commented Nero with as serious a tone as he could possibly make. His leg, it's days of running and jumping were over. They wouldn't make it out the door. Besides, Taro would probably be executed for killing a student if worse came to worse. This was the only thing he could do.
"Taro, you have to fight the Despair! Believe in hope!" shouted Nero, desperately trying to avoid his arm being dehanded, and being shot altogether.
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Post by Taro Yamada on Sept 16, 2017 19:12:49 GMT -5
"Hope? Fucking hope? Hope is something a child wishes for when their mommy is dead and there's nothing else left to live for. It's just a fucking unicorn. A Pegasus. Wendigoes. Whatever. We're fucking better than those kids. We can see that life will always fuck you in the ass! You wanna know what life really is? I had a brother. Bought your age now, bread-fucker. First day of school. I went there because he forgot his sandwich and juice. In the hallway, some fucker got dumped by his girlfriend and made a fucking fool of. Mass media and shit. All of his secrets went out. He was even told he liked to fuck dogs. Just your typical freshmen shit. So he got angry. Real angry. Brought a machete. Fucking started slaughtering people to death. Do you know what it looks like? When a fucking slice of a human head slices through and the blood, gore and cranial fluids flush out of a skull? Do you know what it's like to see white tile splattered with a brain like some sort of B-rated horror movie? It messes up the mind of a seven year-old. While my brother was dying, coughing up blood with that same machete stabbed right through his abdomen, you wanna know what his final words were? 'Why?' Fucking why! He never knew why he was targeted. He never even heard of the kid before. He died as a bystander in the hall in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's what life is. It's full of wrong places at the wrong times. Just like you. I wonder what would happen if apathetic whore piece of blender won instead of you. I'd bet you would have just cussed her out. Screamed something in a foreign language and plotted turning her into the scrap heap she was. Then she would be here instead of you. Do you understand that? Can you even comprehend some other fucker besides you winning? Are you really that self-indulgent? Face it. You're just going to be a victim of circumstance because of your fucking talent. Your ability to burn something at the right temperature brought you to your final resting place. A kitchen. I mean, how fucking fitting is that?"
Taro smirked as he saw a bit of Nero as he slowly moved around the counter.
"Did she even tell you what she did? What she did before the murders? She killed them because she couldn't do it anymore. She did something, repeatedly, that destroyed so many fucking lives, made the Future Foundation look like the fuck-up they were and everyone involved were innocents. Men, women and, most importantly, children. She was a child herself and she caused, at Mari-fuckers count, 283 lives gone down the drain. About half of them are dead. Fucking fate worse then death. All because of her talent and her circumstances. It even put a fucking stigma on the entire Little Parisian way of life. A fucking stigma. A stereotype. One fucking girl, barely out of puberty, did all that. And you're stuck to her. I've heard what you're saying. Cutting off your own hand to escape. Bad move. It's true what those fucking racist scum say. A leopard can't change it's spots. Not at all. I can't change who I am and that fucking Goddess can't change what she is. A psychopathic delusional jealous slut who can't stand to have things not go her way. Why are you even trusting her? You should just kill her where she stands!"
He popped out of behind the cover and sat down with Nero and Valentina with a pistol pointed right at Nero's head.
"I'll make you an offer. You kill Valentina. Your daddy stays alive. You prevent another resurgence of fatty films and bimbo blonde's expect adventure of torture and despair. Everybody will love you and I'll make sure to divulge exactly what happen here and what that BITCH did. They'll vote and say that Valentina committed suicide and you get to escape. I mean, they're is already so many people against her. The egotistical fuckwit with the violin wants her dead. Little Miss Techno Apathy wants her dead. The little bitch with the dead boyfriend wants her dead. The bloodthirsty cunnalinguist wants her dead. Hell, maybe even the whore-er novelist which she gets such a hard fucking clit for wants her dead too. It's your life to lose. Take my offer and live or we can test that theory the black-hearted sociopath spouted and let's see how many bullets I can empty into your skull. It won't be a pleasant experience and it hurts like hell. Trust me. I know."
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Sept 16, 2017 23:49:55 GMT -5
Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? Nero mind raced as he listened to Taro's sorrowful, but curse filled tale. He couldn't even come to being able to empathize with him. But as he spoke, he understood. He understood why he had turned into Ultimate Despair, and understood why this man was his enemy. He could even understand what he was speaking about when he was referring to him, and his pride. He might have lashed out at Koneko. That would've been a horrible... but likely thing. But the most unforgivable thing was yet to come...
"Everyone can change! To condemn someone to death based off of the past, despite how horrible it was, is something I can't do. I would welcome Valentina's change with a great smile. I would welcome you as a friend even now, and if the Mastermind had a change of heart, as stupidly naive as it sounds, I would give them a chance!" spoke Nero with a passion, forgoing subtly as the man found him. If trying to hide was pointless, then there was no point in acting weak! But the worst thing that he had heard that day just occurred.
"To spare my life, and to kill Valentina? To allow my family and friends to survive, and allow Despair to die?..." Nero had committed his second greatest sin in his life at that very moment. For barely a split second, he considered it. This selfish sin was the same one he had fought to escape! He stared Taro straight in the eyes with the gun at his head, a fire in his eyes.
"You must not know a single thing about the Fiammes family then. If there's one redeemable thing about our line, it's our selfless pride! My father sacrificed his life to save mine, my grandfather sacrificed himself to save my grandmother! So when you offer my life at the cost of another!" Nero spat at the Ultimate Despair with a great fire in his eyes. If there was one thing he couldn't forgive, was the notion of selfishness!
"Pull the trigger, for I would sooner die than kill the one I promised to protect! " Nero the Pissed Baker
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Post by Valentina Rossi on Sept 20, 2017 18:05:08 GMT -5
[attr=class,mbox] "Wait..." She looked cautiously out into the distance and raised her finger. "They brought Root back too?!" Taro quickly glanced around to see nothing there. But that was all the time she needed. She quickly grabbed the knife and stabbed it in his arm. With a pained scream, Taro drop the gun and it fell into Nero lap. Pissed, Taro lunged towards Valentina and started strangling him with his good hand. She started gasping for air. She looked to where the knife might have fallen and was saddened that it slid under the washer where nobody could reach. She started clawing at Taro's eyes, but her consciousness was fading... | ......
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Oct 2, 2017 8:14:31 GMT -5
Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? Nero wasn't aware of what he had done until after it was over. It had all happened so fast, that it took a few moments for his mind to process what it had done. The gun in his hands, and the shot that had come out of it. In a few short moments, the gun had suddenly been thrust onto his lap, while his partner in crime suddenly started to get choked by Taro.
He was well aware that the gun was on his lap. He was also aware of the fact that if he did not intervene, Valentina might die then and there. With those facts in his mind, Nero picked up the gun, before aiming it at Taro. Negotiation... had not worked. It seemed that Taro was dead set on making sure that Valentina died. Not only that, but shooting at his hand wouldn't do any good. It'd just pass right through and kill Valentina. His quick thinking mind was thankfully well aware of that. It didn't need to make that devastating mistake. The final leap in logic that his brain took, was that Taro would not settle with anything less with the death of Valentina. It seems that despair really did corrupt him completely and unforgivably.
With that in mind, his gun trained onto Taro's head, and with a small prayer of forgiveness, he fired the gun. Nero the Murdering Baker
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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Oct 16, 2017 12:53:50 GMT -5
[/i] Hmm? Nero blinks in confusion and stares in horror at the gun. Of all the times for it to jam! Luckily for you and the serial killer this group of rocket scientists let live, Valentina has a different type of hero. The hero is a jean-clad leg lashing out straight upward and kicking Taro between the legs. Granted there wasn’t much of a target there but she always did have pinpoint accuracy. It was an inherited skill. Knocking Taro to the ground as he was caught off guard, the former survivor would feel pressure on the small of his back as if someone had put their foot on him and then the faceless person speaks for the first time. “...What in the fuck do you think you’re doing, Yamada.” This wasn’t a question that warranted an answer but knowing That Taro was stupid and was going to give her one anyway, Mariko raised one foot and stepped on the back of his head, basically putting him in the curb stomp position. “Now Yamada, I know you were conceived in the middle of a hillbilly blood-related gangbang but the message was clear, no? We. Were. Not. Supposed. To. Get. Involved. With. The. Brats.” With each word she speaks, Mariko puts a little more pressure on the back of Taro’s head and you can see that she wants nothing more than to put her foot through the base of Taro’s skull. God, why did he have to be brought back? ““And I know you’re tempted to say something because you’re a fucking moron like that, so let me be clear. I said I wouldn’t hurt any of the brats this go around. You aren’t a competitor this time. Please, say something so I can slit your throat from ear to ear. I need a pick-me-up.”With that, she sighs and tucks a bit of green hair behind one ear but she makes sure to keep her foot on the back of Taro’s skull. God how she hoped this loser would say something so she could just kick him in the mouth. Death had not made Taro Yama any more tolerable. “Jeez, why do you people have to get me riled up? I’m forty years old for Christsakes.”She looked good for her age, though. Dying at eighteen years old would do that for you. [/ul] |
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Post by Taro Yamada on Oct 16, 2017 16:25:50 GMT -5
In response to Mariko's inquiry, Taro spoke simply uttered "Munching your rotting corpse cunt, what do you think I'm doing?" before having his head slammed into the floor. The throbbing headache that set on wasn't nothing unbearable. In fact, it made him forget the arm wound momentarily. The further crushing of his skull did make him scream in agony while slapping the floor with each additional point of pressure. His face grimaced into a cold stare straight at a apathetic Mariko.
"While you were busy practicing for Alexander's foot fetish for this wonderful get-together you threw together, it might have slipped your mind that I don't want to be back either. You PROMISED me that if I made sure that the game went exciting by having a resident secondary antagonist to stir up the game and make it all that more juicier, I would be granted the sweet release of death. One of the players would bound to kill me, you say as that annoying honey-fucker. Who would keep you alive? I waited fucking weeks for Birdie to come and shoot me in the fucking skull! But no. That jackass of this game decided that holier-than-thou envious slut wanted me to come back to life. So, excuse me for being a little pissed off."
Taro glanced up at Valentina holding a sinister gaze that seemed to burn through her temple.
"Why save the formalities for a third trial surprise? Why not tell your loyal subjects about what else you did? Your little hobby."
He looks over to Nero, starting to suppress a giggling fit.
"Poor naive Nero. You might think I'm an evil bastard, but, dis-including you, I'm the closest to being the pinnacle of virtue. We're all going to hell, Nero, but these two have a special place there. One orchestrated a deadly killing game and the other one did such unspeakable things to thousands. That's right. For five years she did the cruelest things imaginable and used a certain organization to cover up her tracks. It was brilliant actually. Man, she actually got fatass with the melted skull beat on pure evil. A true use of her so-called talent. Now, you can either fuck me silly or fucking kill me with extreme prejudice. I'm done with the living as much as you are done with me living. There's no point to it anymore. Slit my throat. Cave in my skull. Just do it already. Hell, maybe send me in for a punishment time. I stopped caring."
His face went neutral as he repeated his last sentence again.
"I stopped caring about how I'd die. I just want it to end."
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Oct 20, 2017 16:43:03 GMT -5
Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? Nero looked at the gun in horror as it failed to fire, cursing himself as he thought that his failure would cost Valentina her life... until someone attacked the Ultimate Survivor, taking him down in a few quick movements. He looked up to their savior... only for his look of happiness and hope to turn into one of complete and utter fear. After all, it was the Ultimate Despair, Mariko. Nero's previous thoughts had all changed to a simple phrase, 'Run'.
Nero tried to back up and retreat as quickly as he could, only for his hand to yank back. A quick look reminded him that Valentina and himself were handcuffed. For the briefest of moments, he considered cutting his hand off then and there, if only to get away from the Ultimate Despair. In the end, he stayed still, if only for Valentina's sake, trying to figure out what to do while the Ultimate Aromatherapist was so close to the Ultimate Despair and Survivor. As he waited, he was spoken to by Taro.
"Taro... I'm aware that she's done horrible things... but she wants to make up for them! She wants to redeem herself for those horrible actions, and I will do whatever I can to help her. That's what it means to be a Fiammes, to do whatever it takes to help a friend!" Nero had a fiery look in his eyes as he spoke. He truly believed that anyone could be redeemed... except for a certain pair of Ultimate Despairs.
As he spoke, he felt the heavy weight of the gun in his hand that had failed to fire before. A thought crossed his mind to shoot the Ultimate Despair right then and there, but he couldn't even look at the Ultimate Despair without being paralyzed from the fear alone, not to mention the unknown factor of the gun firing. He hadn't ever held a gun, and certainly didn't know what to do if it jammed. With those thoughts in mind, the gun fell onto the floor, clattering against it as it left his hand. Nero the Terrified Baker
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