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Post by Admin Chiv on Jan 20, 2018 0:31:10 GMT -5
 04. 126 Degrees, still half-baked WHEN IN ROME! Nero Fiammes was ripped from his trial stand by a large tube above him, without much fanfare. Monokuma seemed...way too pleased with himself. Was it because this would be the execution of a symbol of hope? This was--no. This was just tragic. Nero Fiammes was dying because all he wanted to do was save people.
No justification could make sense of this.
When Nero landed, he could feel several things immediately wrong. First, he was in a comically large chef’s hat and an apron that draped to the floor. Second, he appeared to be in some sort of...set? Looking directly ahead of him, he stared into a camera with fearful, resigned eyes. His friends stared back through the pool below them, which was projecting the execution. Nero...Nero Fiammes, the Baker. He wouldn’t soon be forgotten. Especially not after this spectacle.
Without his mouth moving, Nero jumped at the sound of his own voice. Bright, chipper, happy...who was this? It sounded nothing like the Nero of the past couple weeks. This was an unbroken kid. Someone whole, and happy.
“Hey guys! So, um, I guess this is my...audition tape!” As if on cue, Nero’s arm waved, and he merely gazed at it in horror. “Sorry--sorry, let me start again. I’m Nero Fiammes!” Nero pointed at himself. “And I’m gonna be the Ultimate Baker! This is my sister, Jeanne--say hi!” He gestured to his left, but...no one was there. His eyes were brimming with tears now. “Maybe when she’s old enough, she’ll get to be like her brother.” There was a long, awkward pause of silence. Then a warm laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. But hey, let me show you what I’m baking!”
On cue, the oven door opened. It sat open, a faint red glow emanating from it. No...no...Nero’s face seemed to convey the same dread as his peers. He mouthed “no” over and over, but it was useless. Like a ragdoll, his legs were lifted and dropped in a jerky walk to the oven. And with a sharp, rigid bend, the Baker began to climb inside. Oh dear. The camera cut to a shot of his face as he crawled into the shimmery-hot apparatus. His eyes were tearing up, but he was moving quickly, the camera pulling back as he made it further and further inside. It seemed this prop was more of an endless fiery tunnel, until...Nero disappeared from view, falling downward. The camera cut to a high-angled shot, looking down at him. He’d entered another kitchen. This one seemed less like a set. Maybe he would...just be locked in here. That’d be fine. That’d be less jarring to watch. He was obviously in pain, holding his charred hands out, but...he was alive.
Nero was alive, and he was the hope of your little group.
Until the loudspeakers came on.
“You know what they say about too many cooks, Mr. Fiammes?”
Nero froze in terror.
“They spoil the main course.”
And from the shadows, one by one, Monokumas began to emerge, each one holding a slender kitchen knife. They sported the same apron as Nero did, but they had fashioned theirs into togas. Togas? Why the Roman theme?
Oh.
Oh no.
Nero’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to occur. He was...about to become a Caesar salad. With a frantic leap, he tried to throw himself to his feet to escape--only to falter and tumble over once more, as he was restrained by his own apron, the long tail of which had become caught tightly in the oven tunnel. Nero Fiammes watched helpless, terrified, as the Monokumas silently descended upon him.
As he was blocked entirely from view, the silence was broken by two sounds: the cacophony of wet splashes, and a low guttural scream that soon died away.
When the bears pulled back, only two things remained:The mangled body of the Aspiring Ultimate Baker, and the jingle of a haunting commercial."Too many cooks, toooo many cooks..." Nero Fiammes, the Aspiring Ultimate Baker, is dead.
Nero Fiammes, the Hope Traitor, is dead. |
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Post by Liam Dayton on Jan 20, 2018 14:11:12 GMT -5
It was one of the worst things he had ever witnessed in his life.
It started out so innocently with the audition tape, but became much more unbearable to watch once Jeanne had been brought up. He knew that all Nero had wanted was the best for his sister, but now he... he'd never know if she was okay. He'd never know how she'd get by without him if she was still alive.
As the execution went on, it grew even harder to watch. Knowing Nero was likely going through a lot of pain, pain he had caused himself by becoming the blackened, by becoming the traitor, pain Liam could have prevented. The only thing keeping him from seriously blaming himself for what happened was the ongoing death of the hope traitor.
He didn't look at the body. He couldn't. It was too much for him. He was a mixture of traumatized, furious, and completely broken by what happened. He had been nearly poisoned, let his friend lose his tongue, and let that same friend die, just to save everyone else. Looking away from the execution, Liam walked over to Nero's trial stand, picked up the staff he had been using as a cane, and wordlessly left the trial room.
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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Jan 20, 2018 22:14:30 GMT -5
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THE WORLD'S ON HEROIN
AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]At this moment in time, Mayumi felt… terrible, there wasn't really any better way to describe it. The pain Mayumi felt inside was tremendous thanks to this trial. The trial itself was awful, making her feel useless and dumb, a feeling she hasn't felt since the whole 'Finch' fiasco. Then to top it all off, another person whom she admired and wanted to get to know better was revealed to be the agent from the Future Foundation… and the killer of Apollo, and the execution… It was absolutely disgusting. It caused her to freeze for several minutes, all the color from her pale face vanished. Her eyes were wide with terror, and her pink retinas shrink immensely. Was this… despair?
No, it couldn't have been, if Nox or Irene hadn't been there, she would've lost all faith in humanity she had left, which still wasn't much, mind you. She comforted Nox in a tight embrace, bringing her close as both cried. She was becoming more and more doubtful of making it out here alive, and that eventually she would succumb to someone's selfish needs of escaping. There wasn't all that much to return to either way. She had no friends outside and she could still draw here, but she still hated every moment she remained in this hellhole. Mayumi needed to defeat the mastermind at all costs… but she wasn't sure whether or not that was possible anymore. | [attr="class","goodness"]  ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Nana Shimedzu on Jan 21, 2018 1:15:13 GMT -5
This wasn't getting any easier. The more you do something you think that you would have gotten used to it by now, right? They had sent Ren to death, Valentina (who came back for some bullshit reason) the pink haired grouch who had killed Shiro who had the tacky staff that wouldn't die and now Nero was the latest person to fall to this stupid game and it was still as hard as the first time. At least this time the victims they went and killed the two people who had deserved to die the most, the serial killer and a despair traitor. Nobody anybody would miss.
...Well, one of the traitors anyway. Monokuma had made it quite clear that there was more than one among them. Something that was certainly work keeping in mind now that their numbers were starting to thin like they were. Twelve people seemed like a good number for a group, but considering they had once been twenty, twenty two if you wanted to count unofficial and late submissions then they had already lost nearly half their number.
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Jan 28, 2018 17:20:46 GMT -5
Like every other execution, Orica watched Nero's without flinching. It was bloody, it was brutal, it was... inevitable. Nero Fiammes killed someone, playing into the bear's hand. It did not matter that he killed in order to save her. It was a help she did not want. If Apollo's trap had killed her then it would have been her own weakness. It did not matter that he killed out of Hope, out of his alliance to the Future Foundation. Having to kill to save just showed how weak Hope was, not that Despair was strong. It was a struggle of two weaklings destined to keep fighting until they were both defeated.
Silently she turned to leave the area. If there was one thing she didn't have the stomach for it would have been the potential wails of the others if she spoke ill of him for what he had done. There was no need to prove herself by being needlessly contrarian. After all...
It was becoming painfully obvious that no one else there would ever be Strong so why bother?
If the one who fought most in the name of Hope failed but they still clung to that flawed ideal if only to keep themselves from succumbing to it's foil then their defeat was inevitable. Orica would survive this, alone if that was how it ended, to prove her Strength... and show the world that both Despair and Hope were weak.
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Jan 29, 2018 9:03:35 GMT -5
 | Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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[attr="class","box2"] Caelie seemed to be at ease once Nero's execution started playing out. As always, she was recording with her phone, and through that, she'd found a... disconcerting discovery.
It was starting to run out of memory.
Old junk will need to be deleted, though that wasn't exactly an issue. The media in her phone consisted of people she'd hung out with and pretty scenery, and both of those thing can be sacrificed for the greater good. It wasn't an issue at all.
What was however is this game they're in. It's gone on for long enough, and... there didn't seem to be an end in sight. Previous games had their members miraculously find a way to thwart the mastermind, living to tell the tale, so... perhaps that really was what needed to be done here as well.
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Post by Nox Tenebris on Feb 3, 2018 22:20:27 GMT -5
as long as you remember me, i don't care if everyone else forgets. [attr="class","quicklinks"]♡STAYPOSITIVE♡ [attr="class","quicklinks"]357 words ♡ Lights, Camera, Action! Nox Tenebris on stage, front and center. ♡ | [attr="class","technoscroll"]❝ Nox stared as hard as possible, as if staring enough would somehow bring Nero back. Somehow bring the man who listened to her cry, who held her as she screamed, who... actually sought her out and told her he'd make sure she was okay. And there he was... executed. She found herself slowly covering her mouth with her hand, shaking so bad she found her knees buckle once again.
It almost feels like deja vu that this keeps happening to her. She found herself laughing pathetically as she couldn't even bring anymore tears. She simply stared at her hands and asked 'when will I be dead?' It was a simple question. A simple pondering, really.
When will she lose everything? When will she slip and crack? When will she break? Because honestly... that felt soon.
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Feb 7, 2018 19:51:57 GMT -5
Another life lost. One among them had betrayed them in favor of assisting their captors, bringing an end to a life that had been temporarily restored. One among them had been placed in a position to combat their common enemy, putting a permanent end to their traitor's actions as well as his own in the process. Their lives began at some point, of course, and had come to an end. Prior to the unexplained revivals, this remained a constant of human existence, and was a constant of the universe itself. All that began must at some point end. Empires, machines, and living beings stopped in their tracks due to something going wrong in the system. Their captor had made yet another mistake among several in not detecting an opposing agent up to now. The ill-conceived game would come to an end, certainly; the question was one of how many more lives would be lost before this time.
Irene stared silently for a moment, before turning to face Mayumi. There was a matter that warranted discussion between them, one spoken of only in passing, but ever relevant to their situation. The time for this was not now, as her friend was occupied with comforting a grieving Nox. They had made plans to converse upon the subject, but it was not one of urgency at the moment. Urgency resulted in mistakes. Irene Karlsen did not make mistakes.
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