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Post by Admin Chiv on Jul 23, 2017 9:25:17 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"]  It started out as a feeling. For some, it was the inky tendrils of the unknown; for others, the sense that something, everything was wrong; for one, it was unabashed glee. It hadn’t been very long at all: one full day. Perhaps you still weren’t used to your ear piece yet. After all, the sudden booming voice of a producer still made half the people in the Manor jump out of their skin. But...what was that noise? All through the house, the shrill sound of a roaring wave...
On Day 1, it had been made clear. The studio audience would show up for regular filming hours for the first three days, on paid vacation. Your families would receive compensation for food, travel, accommodations...so why…
Why did that screeching wave sound so hauntingly familiar? In the rare videos of the Tragedy, you could hear it. You could hear it as parents buried children, or each other. You could hear it as lovers were separated for the last time. You could hear it amongst the hungry, the impoverished, the sick…
The sound of despair.
The astute contestants of the group counted. One...Two...Three...Four...Four seconds. The sound lasted four seconds, then ended abruptly. And then, much louder, the unmistakable scream of the man who had been speaking to you all during your stay. His voice was hoarse, and a metallic shing turned his cry into something garbled and wet, before cutting out completely. Silence. And then, an echoing crash that shook the Manor like a limp doll, sending people flying to the ground, off beds, crashing potted plants and photos into the rough floor. The candles in the Dining Room flared and almost extinguished; nevertheless, they persisted. As if taking turns with the chaos, silence fell upon the Manor once more. A once-quiet breeze intensified and whistled through the building, seemingly pervading each room.
Even the most willfully ignorant could no longer deny the truth bleeding through. The “wave” from earlier...was the audience. Your family. Your friends. Some of the elite of the Future Foundation. Screaming. Gone in a flash, all at once. The producer was most certainly dead.
Those in the Main Area might have briefly seen Ai; glaring at something unknown, arms up defensively, even as a hologram. She seemed frozen in that defensive position, unresponsive to any panicked contestants.
All at once, a voice ran through your ears, like an untuned violin. It was grating, childish; its instructions were simple, yet firm.
“Upupu, good afternoon, Aspiring Ultimates! Since you all call yourself by that title...how about you meet the first actual Ultimate to enter this house? Come to the Dining Room, or else!” Click. Transmission over, apparently.
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Post by Koneko Kikaimoto on Jul 23, 2017 9:46:50 GMT -5
That voice wasn't one Koneko had ever heard before, yet somehow, deeply ingrained into her brain, she knew exactly what it was. A cold, empty feeling of pure dread filled her limbs like icy water was being poured through her veins, pooling in her stomach into a ball of pure ice. Immediately, she dropped whatever she had been doing to race to the dining room, her limbs faster and more coordinated than what should be possible for such a clumsy-seeming girl.
Despair. Her sole purpose in this world was to fight despair. She was one who undid the tangled wounds of the tragedy and the fallout that came after, so by her very nature despair was her enemy. Fighting it back and preserving hope... That was her role in life.
So why oh why was she so afraid? As she ran into the dining room and skidded to a halt, she found her hands shaking like a wet leaf in a storm as she turned to adjust her hat and scarf, both out of place from her run. 'This is it,' she told herself internally, 'this is why I exist. This is one thing I absolutely cannot fail at, no matter the cost.'
But the icy water in her veins didn't thaw, they just got colder and colder. All the training and dedication in the world couldn't have made her less afraid of that voice, especially when she finally realized where she had heard it before.
'That was... The voice of the tragedy. Monokuma, at least some twisted mockery of it.'
'That means... It's happening again. The tragedy is happening again.'
'The killing is happening again.'
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Jul 23, 2017 9:59:57 GMT -5
Orica was in her room as the sound started. It was enough to cause her to pause her exercise, not from any concern over the source of this wail, but because something was finally happening. One of the advantages for being so... aggressively critical of the concept of hope at the core of this competition meant that she could see things from an outsider's perspective. Hope was weak after all. Despair was too, but that just meant that one's ability to defeat the other was suspect.
In simpler terms: Of course Despair was still alive. It was inevitable. These two weak forces wouldn't be strong enough to defeat each other.
After the sounds of the producer dying, Orica, still unfazed, listened to the words that came through her earpiece. Grabbing her lance she stood up and made her way out of her room and down the stairs towards the dining hall. This wouldn't be as simple as killing the bear, she knew all too well that to be a fruitless endeavor brought by the weakness of haste, but the war had started. And she was probably the one best able to process that.
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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Jul 23, 2017 10:46:57 GMT -5
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THE WORLD'S ON HEROIN
AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]Mayumi stopped in her tracks as she heard a screeching sound through her earpiece. From what she could gather, the producer's dead and the audience has become anarchic. After the research she gathered, she knew exactly what was going to happen.
"Upupu…" she heard through the earpiece.
"I FUCKING CALLED IT!" she loudly mumbled to herself. So it was true, Monokuma WAS hiding in this manor. It seemed like Ai didn't know what was going on, so she presumed that the hologram was clueless and was not affiliated with the damn bear in any way.
Knowing that she was in grave danger if she didn't heed his words, she walked to the dining hall. What a joke, she thought.
Hope is a lie.
Despair is meaningless.
The future is irrelevant.
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Post by Monokuma ✰ on Jul 23, 2017 11:10:42 GMT -5
 I AM NOT A BAD BEAR even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things As you enter the Dining Room, you notice...him. It. Whatever. The bear of fable, long lost in the buried rubble of the Tragedy. For all intents and purposes, this was not Monokuma; it was a ghost of the past. He certainly...appeared worn down.The monochromatic fur on his body was peeled in several places, revealing the metal skeleton underneath. He seemed to glow from within. One of his ears was ragged, as if it had been partially bitten off. His red eye was covered in webbed cracks, as if it would disintegrate at any minute. Most notably, the boisterous bear was silent. He sat in the back of the Dining Room facing the three girls who had entered, holding a glass of wine and twirling it slowly. There were red stains on the table, as if he had spilled wine...but if you glanced at his discolored claws, you'd probably realize it was dripping blood. After a short moment, he started to speak, his voice just a tiny bit tinny."It's unbearable, isn't it? Bearly any time in this house bearfore you have to meet your grizzly fate...I know you think I'm kinda polar, but you bearter bearlieve it, kiddos! I sure hope you kids still like puns...I can't bear to be out of touch with all the latest trends." His voice was devoid of the bubbly tone that characterized him, and he didn't even appear to be looking at the contestants.« tag: @all // notes: welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to-- » |
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Jul 23, 2017 11:14:47 GMT -5
 Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? A tray of cookies dropped in the kitchen to the floor, making a loud crash as it hit the ground, but Nero payed it no attention. Not after that sound. That horrible, reminiscent sound. The Sound of Despair.
"T-That's impossible..." whispered Nero as he heard the bear's laugh. It was a laugh he was all too familiar with. To spend years fleeing from Monokuma just to end up in the exact same situation he was running from.
"This was one of the most guarded events of the whole world. This whole event was to protect us no matter what and show hope to the world, how did he get through?! Wait...If that was the producer... then what about the audience?!" realized Nero as he felt his worst fears coming true. No... It couldn't have been his family out there. That bear wouldn't waste good hostages. And even if he... did. He didn't see his family out there when he was looking for them during his intro... They must have been at home! Safe! With that reaffirmation in his mind, there was one thing left to do.
"Monokuma said that we needed to go to the Dining Room... That's right past that door. I suppose it's time to go in..." said Nero with an unease as he opened the door. As he walked in, he saw the 3 girls and a certain bear. It had been in much worse shape then he remembered from the books. He had started to fall apart. Maybe if they were lucky, he'd break before he'd have a chance to do anything... else.
"Monokuma... Why are you here? What happened to everyone out there?" asked Nero out of fear. He kept his distance from the bear, but he needed to know. He needed to know what happened to his family.
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Post by Liam Dayton on Jul 23, 2017 11:33:28 GMT -5
Tell me that didn't just happen. I was lying down on the bed in my room when I heard one of the worst sounds I possibly could have. A scream. A scream that has seared itself into my brain. I don't think I'll be able to ever forget that. Did everyone else hear it too? Of course they did. It came in through our earpieces. The scream... he was okay, right? He had to be, there was no way we heard someone die on live TV.
I just have to get to the dining hall. Get to the dining hall and be ready to defend the others at any cost. I can't allow anyone to die here. At best, this is some awful challenge by created by the producers, at worst, this is exactly what we thought it was. The era of the next killing game, and we're all unlucky enough to be a part of it.
After putting a sweater on over his armour, grabbing his shield, and then reluctantly grabbing his sword, Liam ran down towards the dining hall.
I can only hope Kris is okay. I can't let him die. I can't let anyone die. I have to be the protector of all of us.
As I made it into the dining hall, I saw Koneko, Orica, and Mayumi already confronted by the bear. Or at least, what was left of it. Bits and pieces had peeled off of it, leaving the bear much more terrifying than before.
"Guys! A-Are you a-alright? Why is h-he here, and w-what happened to him? Where's Kris? What is going on h-here?!"
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Post by Krzysztof Wilk on Jul 23, 2017 11:35:19 GMT -5
Cold sweat covered Krzysztof’s forehead. The tightened his grip on his car keys, and went downstairs. That was unbelievable. That could not be happening. That bear could not be back…Let’s go back to sleep and wake up to normal world.
Denial won’t solve it, Krzysztof. Get out of your room and meet your threat. What kind of a man are you if you’re too much of a pussy to face the challenge?
And so, after getting enough grip on himself to be in control, he tensely opened the door, went through the hallway, then down the stairs. All this time he did his best to appear calm. For most part, he succeeded, even if the cold sweat betrayed him. He clenched his fists, and stormed into the dining hall.
“Where is he?” He asked, before noticing the bear. It was…in more disrepair than Kris remembered from history books. That was unusual. And then the bear reminded him of another thing. The puns. The bear puns. That was not going to be nice.
You’re still behaving too afraid, Krzysztof. Come on, show whoever is controlling that piece of junk what you’re made of.
He walked up slowly and carefully to the bear. He bent his knees and bent down a little, like an adult talking to a child.
“Is that it? Whoever you are, y-you don’t seem that much of a th-threat, do you?” Krzysztof said, not really believing what he said to be true. “You can’t even repair your damn toy properly, monokumasz?” He ended off with a pun of his own, a one in his native language. He hoped it would lift his spirits that little bit.
//It’s a play on “Monokuma”, and “kumać”, colloquial Polish for “understand”. So, I guess it roughly translates to “you mono-get me?” Yeah, does not carry well into English.
Still, there were so many questions Kris was afraid to hear the answers to. What happened to his father? What about Trójka? If anything happened to them, someone would pay for it, sooner or later. Fuck that bear, and fuck every bit of despair it stands for.
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Post by Monokuma ✰ on Jul 23, 2017 12:00:05 GMT -5
I AM NOT A BAD BEAR even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things "Upupupu..."The bear seemed to rock back and forth a bit with every laugh, before his head shot up, locking eyes with Liam in an unnerving way."I have a name, y'know! I'm Moooooonokuma!" He lifted his arm with an audible creak to thump his chest. "Monokuma, Monokuma, Monokuma, oh, man--I never get tired of hearing my name! And if you get tired of hearing it, well...I can always spare you the boredom by killing you!"He seemed to settle back into his seat, satisfied. His head lolled down again."But I bearlieve some answers might be needed. Your friend, well...he's coming right now, but that was soooo emotional, Liam! Were you driven here out of compassion for your friend, or...is it sexual drive?!" He seemed to fan himself, somehow growing red despite being made of metal. "Oh man, oh man--you're both here, so keep it PG! I'm an old bear with old-fashioned values, and I don't know how kinky the future is! So...keep me outta it! I'm so old-fashioned, I don't believe in electricity or robots either!" He jumped from his chair, knocking it to the floor, and struck a heroic pose. ...Of course, he doubled over after a second. "Maaaaan...I'm not a spry young cub anymore, huh...?"After a minute, he turned toward Kris, who had gotten surprisingly close for someone so obviously frightened. Well, let's see how long that lasted. With one fluid sweep, five razor-sharp claws were pressed against the Driver's throat, and they pressed in just enough to provide a very--sorry, beary real threat."You never learned not to mess with bears?! Man, your parents must've been some real brutes! Puuuhuhuhuhuhu!" His voice had gotten a little more animated, but with his next statement, it fell back to that emotionless tone."You're pissing me off, so you kids better hurry and ask some good questions."« tag: @all // notes: welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to-- » |
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Post by Monokuma ✰ on Jul 23, 2017 12:13:19 GMT -5
I AM NOT A BAD BEAR even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things Briefly, his attention turned to Nero."Why am I here~? Why are any of us here? Is the universe just one big ole feedback loop of questioning why things happen? Do you think the universe is self-conscious?! Maaaaan, that'd explain Scientology...er, if that's still a thing." He scratched his head, expression unchanging."As for what happened to that Audience, well..." Monokuma lifted one bloody claw from the Driver's throat. "I'll explain that when more people are here! If I use up all my words re-explaining the fun stuff, what'll I do then? I'm no good at sign language, kid!"
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Post by Koneko Kikaimoto on Jul 23, 2017 12:23:10 GMT -5
Koneko took a deep breath, steeling herself. Of course, no amount of preparation could give her the strength she needed to face the epitome of despair itself. Swallowing her fear like bitter medicine, she took a few cautious steps towards the bear. "You... You don't belong here!" Koneko snapped, doing her best to muster strength into her voice so she could sound even somewhat threatening, though her attempt was mostly a failure. "You... Y-You have no right to exist anymore!"
Seeing the bear's hostile response to the other students on top of it's horrific and dilapidated appearance sent chills up her spine, but she tried her best to keep her legs from shaking any more. Her blue eyes stared straight into the animatronic, her gaze steely, if a bit unsteady.
For years, her and those like her have been fighting back against the claws of despair, and it seemed like it was working. Society was being rebuilt, people were recovering, lives were being restored, families reunited... Was that all for nothing?
Had they... Failed?
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Post by Shiro Shizuku on Jul 23, 2017 12:30:07 GMT -5
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"]❝ As an incredibly shrill sound pierced her ears, Shiro's senses seemed to awaken. Tipping her chin up enough for her gaze to wander across the ceiling, an almost tactical look seemed to flicker through the very depths of her eyes. Whilst it could easily be mistaken for a flash of fleeting surprise, it was present. Her gaze swiftly shifted across the room as she took note of everything there. She'd been standing in the foyer, unbeknownst of what was to come. But somehow, as if her senses had been tingling from the very beginning, this did not arouse much within her aside from a familiar, familiar sensation. No, it hadn't been the sensation of despair, nor hope- but rather, it was the searing flames that crawled up within her. The searing flames that urged her to briskly step to action. And yet, if she were to survive amidst what was surely to come, she had to have patience, something that she typically lacked when hot on the trail of uncovering the truth about a case. For she'd never make it out alive, otherwise. Thus, her mind was made, and her goal was clear.
Even although she felt as if she was almost tugged to the dining room, she stood still, pencil tapping against page. After a brief moment, she opened her notebook and began, at a furious pace, writing things down. This seemed to be every single detail about her current surroundings, as made evident by her gaze which would ever so often shift up in a subtle manner to scan what laid around her. Heaving a long sigh, the motion of her hand came to an abrupt halt. She closed her notebook, and in an almost lazy, ragged manner, began making her way to the dining room. As her hand brushed across the knob of the door, a small, almost comical smile enveloped her pale face. In such a dire situation, it surely seemed out of place. Perhaps it even looked morbid to some. But, if one was to guess what was swirling around in her mind, then one was to prowl across the unknown. Even so, thousands upon thousands of guesses could be made as to where the Super Sleuth's position in this all laid. Or so it seemed. For it seemed that smile, that out of place smile, wasn't one of happiness, but rather, regret.
Amidst this all, however, Shiro appeared rather calm and composed as she stepped into the room. Her gaze instantly landing upon Monokuma, she did what some would consider the unthinkable in such a situation. Her motives unclear, she slowly approached the bear, and, fixing her posture, outstretched a hand. A friendly, common gesture, many would consider this to be. But in this situation, it seemed out of place much alike her smile, and rare, ever so rare.
"Hi. I'm Shiro Shizuku, as you probably know. Nice to meet you as well... actually, I don't think you ever said 'hello' or 'how are you' or 'nice to meet you' or... yeah. Do you not understand formalities? It's pretty rude not to use them, I think... so next time, be sure to use them, just in case somebody gets offended that you don't. For example, how are you, Mr. Monokuma? Or, Monokuma-san? Which one would you prefer? It is always polite to ask people what they would like to be called by. Oh, and pronouns. For example, I'm a 'she'. I assume you're a... well, will 'they' work? That, or there is always 'he', as I believe you were formerly called... I apologize if I am assuming, though. I'm not really sorry, though. Because you didn't even be nice, or polite, or whatever the word is in the first place. Therefore, I have the right to be rude back. However, I am a nice person, so I will show kindness back. Conclusion: you are rude, Monokuma. Try to be nicer, yeah?"
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Jul 23, 2017 12:38:19 GMT -5
Irene had paused for a moment, tinkering with some vague mess of clockwork in her room. One should always be prepared for something to happen. Whether good, bad, or otherwise, something will, of course, happen, and so it is a good idea to examine the possibilities. This was not a possibility Irene had considered, and it was, by the sound of it, a negative one. The proceeding laugh made it clear that it was, in fact, negative.
Leaving her project for the time being, she had ventured to the dining hall. What stood before her was something she took offense to on several levels. In contrast to the previously displayed technology, this was quite pathetic. The state of severe disrepair would be a matter of simple resolution, even for one who was unfamiliar with the process, and yet, this shambling mess stood before her.
Its current state aside, it was an odious creature. Whoever had designed it likely had this in mind, but it made it no less true. There was no appeal to be found in its expression, perpetually twisted into a smirk, as if its very existence was a joke to it. It seemed to be drinking, perhaps another attempt at a joke by the vulgar creature. Its claws were bloodied, indicating it had participated in some form of violence. The timing of its appearance with the earlier sound could not have been a coincidence.
Her mother and father, along with several customers, had likely been in that audience. What had happened must, in that case, be considered negative, if everything was as it appeared. The situation had changed significantly, and the competition would likely not proceed as planned. She looked around at the others that had arrived, pausing on Mayumi for a moment, before focusing her attention on the monstrosity in front of them.
"No. I do not like you, Mr. Bear."
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Post by Brunhild Kurth on Jul 23, 2017 13:02:34 GMT -5
When Brunhild heard the transmission over the ear piece, the shiver went down on her spine. The thought of Remnants of Despair came into her mind. There was no way that they could be here, the show that Future Foundation organized and defended so much couldn't be infiltrated into that easily, she thought to herself as if trying to disprove everything she heard. However, all those screams were so real, that anyone without a shadow of a doubt could tell that those were shrieks of agony, terror, and despair. There was the only one way to understand what is truly going on in this mansion: go to the dining hall.
Brunhild carefully stood up from the couch she has been laying on, she looked around the main area that she has been in. The atmosphere inside the room was very tense and anxious, that Brunhild couldn't feel anything but nervous. She also tried to look for Ai, but when she noticed Ai was just standing in some weird pose staring into nothingness, unresponsive to anything. Brunhild started waiting, she wanted people to appear and enter this god damn dining hall already. And as more and more people started entering the dining hall, sounds of the argument started coming out of the room, but most of the voices she heard were either scared or lost, except one voice that specifically stood out by something strange and twisted that she could not explain. The voice she heard on the transmission that invited them all inside that room.
Brunhild understood that she might get in trouble for not attending the "meeting" and slowly walked into the room. And that was the moment she saw him with her own eye: a black and white bear, a symbol of, something that should have been eradicated a long time ago, despair... She couldn't believe it a symbol of Remnants of Despair whom she hated so much was standing in front of her. The fact "it" was here meant that the Killing School Life was about to begin, but when did I begin daydreaming Brunhild thought to herself and just stood there watching Monokuma.
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Post by Krzysztof Wilk on Jul 23, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -5
You know how much fear you feel when you’re protected by metal all around you? When the claws pressed on Krzysztof’s throat, his first thought was that of Orica. How quickly would she find him and kill him if he “borrowed” her armor, huh? Would she even find out? Would he even be comfortable in there? She seems somewhat bigger than him.
Anyway, Kris backed off, slightly. He touched his throat delicately to alleviate some of the pain. Maybe if his gloves were not red already, he’d notice that this fucking bear has nicked him slightly. Not deep enough to reach the vital arteries or veins, but enough for the blood to appear.
“Well then. You’re gonna keep up the bear persona. Alright.” Outwardly, Kris was calmer. The tense body language still betrayed him, but his words were spoken with less hesitation, and his actions were performed quicker. He would not last as a stunt driver without that trait. He would not live to become one either. Must be the adrenaline I guess. “I’ll ask the bear then. What fucked you up so badly, Monokuma? Is that a ‘good question’?”
You are a man, aren’t you, Krzysztof? Look at them. Look at Koneko. Look at Liam. The fear holds them back. Don’t let it hold you back. You have to act despite your fear, you have be an example to every-
Kris noticed his internal voice was skirting in the ‘tempting fate’ territory. He backed off a bit further, to avoid being Monokuma’s ‘example to everyone,’ and prepared his body to make a dodge.
“Just know this. This race is on.” He mustered up just enough strength to say something badass. His voice was a bit too weak for the speech, but it did not matter for Kris right now. It even was better. It showed he was not a fearless fool, but someone who acted despite fear. ”I don’t know whether I’ll defeat you or you’ll defeat me. But, whoever claims victory, will claim the other’s life as well. Screw putting your ride on the line, this is the Ultimate Pink Slip.” Comparing this to a race did not help really.
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It started out as a feeling. For some, it was the inky tendrils of the unknown; for others, the sense that something, everything was wrong; for one, it was unabashed glee. It hadn’t been very long at all: one full day. Perhaps you still weren’t used to your ear piece yet. After all, the sudden booming voice of a producer still made half the people in the Manor jump out of their skin. But...what was that noise? All through the house, the shrill sound of a roaring wave...
