@Melo Melo! I've been trying to ask Broken to page you find you and ask how Cyrus was doing, for myself!
How Cyrus is doing? Well after a good night's rest I'm sure he is back to his nice, charismatic totally-not-an-angry-asshole self :D
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I'd think a professional would be a better place to voice your problems and vent for positive reactions, rather than the status bar of an RP forum. But that's just me.
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[@neurovoid] That article looks incredibly biased for one agenda. There are various articles that list differences in neural wiring and anatomy. Not to mention hormones from gender-specific organs
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How Cyrus is doing? Well after a good night's rest I'm sure he is back to his nice, charismatic totally-not-an-angry-asshole self :D
Why? :D
A short introduction to rage mode Cyrus, enjoy people ;-)
And thus they fell into a trap. The trap that had been so obvious to Cyrus, but apparently his hint had not been enough. He cursed under his breath as Felix came running to help. Why could nobody see that they would’ve had a much higher chance of successfully escaping this predicament alive if they had just followed the bear’s instructions? Part of him wanted to act, but something kept him in place. If he acted here, he’d place his own life in peril. The politician wasn’t that much of a daredevil or a martyr despite his earlier acts.
Momentarily Cyrus was filled with hope as Felix and Shona seemed to do rather well, but that all quickly faded as everything went south very quick. Felix getting stabbed by a spike was bad, but that was nothing compared to what happened after. Cyrus let out a low groan as Shona breathed her last. The appearance of the centaur-like Alexandria seemed to just be the last nail in the coffin if this situation of despair. Cyrus could feel the anger from his own helplessness welling up. ”what in the...” was all that escaped his lips as he started to nervously fiddle with his glasses, an old habit of his when things got too heated.
Cyrus saw no beauty or sacrifice, he saw someone who had thrown her life away for nothing. Monokuma even said so himself; his entire game couldn’t work because of that one rule. Shona had fallen for a ruse, and paid the ultimate price. The only comfort was that she died in ignorance of the fact. He could only look and stare at the death in front of him. Everyone’s reactions overwhelmed his senses. His fiddling intensified until his glasses finally…
Snapped.
”Oh for the love of…” Cyrus exclaimed, his voice had changed notably. He looked angry, almost unreasonably so. His voice sounded slightly different from usual. His entire demeanour shifted within a second. ”Yep, I’m done. What happened…”he turned to Calvin. ”What happened is that some people here can’t even see through an incredibly obvious trap. Follow the fucking rules and there couldn’t have been a sacrifice. What kind of pig brain do you need to have to not understand that!?” He said and spat on the ground. ”Nice fucking job on that, by the way, getting your ass captured.” He glared, then turned around. He wasn’t angry at Calvin specifically, this entire situation had gotten him angry.
”I’m done with you whiny asswipes for now. Good night.” He said as he walked off, back to his room, leaving only the remains of his broken glasses on the floor.
Last from the elevator was another young woman. Unlike the somewhat striking dress of the nanny, Noel was dressed far more casually. ”Different day, different killing game.” She said with a yawn before opening her eyes to the scene in front of her. ”… oh” She said as she approached. Within a few seconds she had taken at least fifteen pictures. Of Shona’s body, of monokuma, of the participants, everything. ”ooohhhhh” She continued for a bit before turning to the group. ”My deepest condolences for your loss. I’m Noel Hawthorne, infinite reporter!”
The reporter then turned her attention to Monokuma. And you, how dare you! She snarled at the bear. Rotating me in just so I can see a celeb like Quill Kennedy leave! Think of all the scoops I’m going to miss because of you! She pouted, then put up a smile. ”At least you’ve dropped me into a game with some other big names this time, so I won’t complain too much. She threw a glance at Mary and the back of Cyrus, whose outrage she had just barely missed.
Cyrus gritted his teeth as they were caught in the trap. Surprisingly, more people had decided to leave their rooms than he had initially thought. Perhaps this lot was more reliable than he had given them credit for. At the same time, it was easier to point out who he couldn’t trust in a pinch. He didn’t fault those who had decided not to come. If anything, it was the ones gathered here that were going against human nature.
Cyrus himself hadn’t given up hope yet either. Why was the bear doing this? If he wanted a sacrifice, he could’ve just killed Calvin and be done with it. No, the bear wanted to make them lose hope, to feel the hopelessness. The bear didn’t even need to kill anybody for that.
The real question was whether or not the bear actually was going to kill anyone. And perhaps it was time to take a gamble.
”I believe in hope, but I can’t agree with that plan just yet.” He grinned at Mondatta, then tapped his own name on the e-handbook. ”Last time I checked, democracy was my speciality. As a leader of the people, you live for the people.” The politician then glanced at Willow for a bit and twirled his sceptre. ”The most important thing about a democracy… is voting and following the rules.” He said, hoping maybe someone else would catch on to its meaning.
Long overdue, but I posted XD
Cyrus made mental notes of everything that the others had gathered in their exploration. It sufficed to say that his own exploration of the cave had come up rather short, but that in itself was an important enough discovery. Nobody liked surprises in a killing game. The politician grabbed his pen and notebook and started jotting down several points of interest.
- A few rooms in the hospital have not been explored yet. Make it a priority to finish complete exploration of accessible areas tomorrow. (In accordance: try to find out how we could access locked off areas)
- Go to the study tomorrow. The others have much more limited knowledge on the past killing games, so they might have overlooked important reading materials.
- Why are the carnage robots styled after Junko, while the killing game itself and the technology seems more styled after Neo Alexander’s? What elements of other killing games does this game contain and can we use that to predict future events?
- Did Neo Alexander’s killing robots have any kind of functional personalities? Or is this an element the mastermind added to make them resemble (different traits of) Junko more? Or is this something else entirely?
- The bear said that it hadn’t trapped us here, and that the “script” wasn’t in his hands. Was this a lie or is there someone working together with whoever controls monokuma (and/or the carnage sisters)? Would monokuma have a reason to lie about this?
A shiver ran down Cyrus’ spine as the bear appeared on the screen once again. The stakes for the carnage hour of the killing game seemed to be raised by a lot. But Cyrus had to wonder: How was he planning on killing anyone if everyone just stayed in their rooms during carnage hour? Of course, there was always the possibility that someone was going to leave their room, but the bear had no way of knowing whether or not it would actually happen. Or did he? Or were even their rooms actually not safe from the robots?
Cyrus shook his head after the announcements. ”I’m going to take a nap until the carnage hour starts. Should one of us really be endangered, I want to be well-rested.” The politician said before leaving that room, and retreating to his own.
Cyrus woke up five minutes before twelve – just as he had intended to. He had some sense of relief as the carnage hour hit without any announcements, but it seemed the bear had just been a tad late to his great disappointment. ”How the fuck did you get captured, Calvin?” Cyrus said out loud as he wondered. Part of him still suspected this was a trap, since the bear had seemed very certain about being able to secure a damsel for tonight. Had Calvin really gotten himself captured, or was this a set-up?
Nevertheless, Cyrus felt compelled to test his luck anyway.
He grabbed the royal sceptre. He wasn’t sure if it was going to be of any use, but in the worst case he could whack someone on the head with it. Robots weren’t the only potential dangers this hour, no matter how much they’d like to think otherwise. It was time to be a hero.
I will be resigning as well if this moves. It's not necessarily the move itself, I was somewhat on the edge for a while now. Due to the way the RP is currently run and progressing, I essentially haven't been able to post in about two months now. And the pace of the RP itself has been easy too slow and cluttered for my liking. To be honest, I've just completely lost interest at this point. I don't think the RP is bad, it's just that the way of Management and pace don't suit me.
The move is a good moment for me to step out. I'm not willing to put up with even such a minor inconvenience for this rp.
The move is a good moment for me to step out. I'm not willing to put up with even such a minor inconvenience for this rp.
@AimeChambers that's awful to hear! I wish the best of health to you!
ITEM GET!
Royal sceptreA golden rod adorned by a variety of gemstones. An item fit only to be wielded by the greatest of monarchs.
Cyrus took a few moments to examine the item that had somehow worked its way out of the strange machine.The object was about the size of his arm, and definitely more expensive-looking than anything he ever had the pleasure of holding in his hands. It was hard to think this was essentially his payment for some legal advice… to a homicidal teddy bear. Somehow, he figured this might the most ordinary thing that would happen in this place. He kept inspecting the item as he walked further, intending to explore a different area now. Why had such an object been in a machine like that in the first place? He would hold onto this to present to the rest later. Perhaps if others collected these coins from Monokuma, they could get items that could aid them in this place. It was a small hope, but better than nothing.
The first time Cyrus really looked away was when he noticed what was essentially an enormous hole in the wall of the hospital. He stood still, gawking for a bit. Was this always here? He couldn’t remember. The politician actually didn’t visit Axis Mundi that often, so it was very possible. He then averted his eyes slightly to the side to read ‘Aladdin's Palace’ on the plaque next to it. Cyrus scratched his head before shrugging and taking a few steps in. Who knows what he could find? Perhaps even an exit? No, he wouldn’t be that lucky.
The politician managed to only peek inside the darkness for a little before he could hear another voice from entrance. He turned around with a shrug. If he was going to explore this place, it probably would be better with company. As he heard the female’s voice voice her thoughts, he felt inclined to talk as he stepped out of the darkness.
“I was thinking exactly the same thing. As to why there would be an actual damn cave here, your guess is as good as mine.” Cyrus kept up his dignified appearance as he talked, despite the somewhat overly dramatic appearance. Yet, leaving a lasting first impression was perhaps more important than anything else they would discuss.
The blonde woman jolted at the his sudden appearance from behind the shadows of the cave. She let out an embarrassing squeal of surprise as her head snapped towards his direction with a hand pressed against her chest to calm her undoubtedly racing heart. She stared at him for a moment as if she were trying to confirm to herself that she was in no danger, before narrowing her eyes at herself. “Eeee?” She shook her head. “God, I’ve really hit rock bottom now…” She didn’t seem to notice the pun that had slipped past her lips in the midst of everything.
There was another moment of silence as she took the time to calm back down. Only when she felt like she could, she spoke again. “Is the dramatic entrance really necessary, Mister bis— Brandon.” She smoothly recovered. She looked sheepish, but laughed to herself as if she was sharing an inside joke with, well, herself. She remained polite, though relaxed as she looked around the cave once more.
When she remembered the plate of sandwiches still in her possession, Krista offered one to the taller man. Cyrus took the offered sandwich, thanking the blonde for the offer as Krista continued to question Cyrus.
“As for the cave… why is this necessary? I mean, if the goal was to lock us up to have us kill each other, then surely this cave isn’t an escape.” She looked puzzled, an expression that never left her face since she had stepped into Aladdin’s Palace whilst exploring the resort. “WAIT! What if this is another death trap!?” Her eyes then widened, and she took a step back.
Cyrus only slightly rose his brow at her pun, and her nearly calling him a bishi ”Cyrus will be fine. You are… Krista Müller, correct?” He briefly showed her a gentle smile. ”It is a pleasure to meet you.” He threw his sceptre from his right hand into his left, before extending his hand to Krista.
Krista nodded, stepping forward once again to extend her hand out for him in return, the plate held tightly in her other hand. “Nice to know you as something other than the bishi contender of the year, eh?” She chuckled weakly, hoping that humour would help her in this situation. “Right, sorry, I’ll stop that.”
His face then turned back into something more business-like as he focussed to the matter at hand. ”Anyway, I sincerely doubt the cave holds something that significant. However, I think it is wise to explore our every possibility… quite literally.” He then turned to the cave. This place might hold something useful. A clue, perhaps? I doubt the bear had intended it as a death trap. He seemed quite fixated on us killing each other.” He paused for a few seconds. ”I would very much welcome some company.”
She hummed in agreement. What Cyrus said made sense, but Krista still didn’t have a pleasant expression on her face. “It won’t happen,” she said, as if trying to convince herself. “We’ll all get out of here alive, there’s no need for anyone to die.” She paused, as if just realising how serious she sounded. She laughed again, waving a hand as if to clear the air before continuing. “Investigate the cave for a clue? Alright! Now my hours of rewatching Scooby Doo will finally be worth it!” With a new spring in her steps, Krista bounded forward deeper into the dimly lit caves. “If we can find a clue that helps us escape, then I don’t even need to look for that music room!”
Cyrus wasn’t as optimistic as she was regarding the chances of everyone getting out alive. It only took one, and that wasn’t a lot to ask for in situations like these. ”Scooby Doo?” Cyrus repeated, then sighing as he understood what she meant. ”I’d appreciate it if you didn’t compare our situation to a children's’ cartoon.” He took his first steps into the cave, gesturing to Krista to follow. ”I understand that you’re the infinite violinist and all, but I feel the music room would be a bit lower on the priority list.”
Krista made a face at his serious demeanor. Sure, the situation they were in wasn't the best, but what was the point of surviving if you couldn't have a positive outlook on things? "You took that the wrong way, I meant that I could finally be of use for once." Didn't matter, the joke was already ruined. She followed behind, shrugging when Cyrus gave his opinion about the music room. “It's not a big priority, no." She agreed. "But should we not find an escape route today, I figured we might have something to look forward to." Krista crossed her arms against her chest, looking around the cave as they walked further inside.
Cyrus shrugged slightly in response. “There are many ways to be useful besides collecting evidence. In your case, I feel you're more of a moodmaker? With the puns and all.” He told her as they entered the dark caves. “Don't underestimate the use of that. Even if you never know it, it might save some lives.” He flashed a grin instead of the usual, serious looks.
The inside of the cave was somehow less scary than the evil, robot-filled hospital they had come from. And as they walked, they encountered a surprising amount of colors coming in the form of a varied assortment of rocks and crystals. Despite the dark and eerie undertones, Cyrus could not help but appreciate the beauty this place offered.
The grin took Krista by surprise, her movement pausing momentarily as she tried to recall what caused the buzz kill to suddenly smile. Maybe it was the politician charm, but it caused Krista to smile. “Well, I have plenty of jokes, though I can’t exactly promise quality.” She then hastened her steps so she was ahead of Cyrus, turning to face him whilst walking backwards in front of him.
“Okay, so I got this one. Tell me what you think... Why did the penguins cross the road?” Krista waited for a moment to lt Cyrus think about it, before answering. “To go with the floe.”
Ba dum tss.
A beat later, the smile died as she scratched her cheek awkwardly. “Though it didn’t work as well for the penguins I watched on that documentary that one time…” She added.
Cyrus swore he could hear a cicada’s chirp through the silent cave after she made that pun. He had been happy before when she seemed to cheer up, but he indeed had to question her talent as a comedian. “... So… what happened to the penguins?” He asked, somewhat awkwardly, to keep some kind of conversation going as they leisurely walked further through the cave.
No response to the joke? Tough crowd. Krista brushed it off, as the conversation steered from her comedic ability to the documentary she mentioned. “Well,” she dragged out the word, making an unpleasant expression on her face as she tried to find the best way to tell him about the documentary. “I watched a documentary that showed a snippet into the lives of penguins living off some island I can't pronounce, and at one point we were shown the penguins jumping off the cliff to get into the water and get food. That was cool, looked like spring breakers having fun. Well, if we ignore the misjumps and pain…” She winced at the memory. “But the worst part was when the penguins got the food, but had to get back up the cliff back to their young. They had to ride the current and jump onto the cliff at the right moment but... well, the water was too rough and some died… Let’s just say I did not like that ending, even if seeing the penguins making it home to their babies was the sweetest sight ever.”
“That's… huh.” Cyrus said, momentarily perplexed at the shift the conversation had taken. “I guess that is the way of nature. Though I can imagine the portrayal must've been very… disheartening.” He has a rough time trying to find his way in this conversation. “But all we have to do is be the surviving penguins, right?” He said, laughing a little at the ridiculousness of the statement, despite its truth.
“Yeah!” Krista cheered, agreeing with the ridiculously hopeful statement. “We should strive to be the penguins that survive the wave and go home to their young… or... er, family in some of our cases.” Krista then turned back around to walk normally beside Cyrus.
Cyrus chuckled at the violinist. “indeed, we just have to survive.” He answered. “Whatever happens, we just simply have to. Options must present themselves eventually.” He felt himself also growing slightly more confident at the statement. It was then that they hit a dead end. Cyrus sighed a little. “Well, at least we confirmed there's no clues here.”
Cyrus’s hopeful statements made Krista grin brightly, at least until they reached the dead end. Krista deflated at the lack of clues. “O-boe-y.” She looked around, disappointedly. “Will it be too much to ask for a secret trap door in here somewhere? That's usually what happens in Scooby Doo.” To make her point, she approached the wall to touch a crystal protruding from the rocks, carefully balancing the plate of sandwiches in her other hand. When nothing happened, she looked at Cyrus from over her shoulder. “Yeeeeeeaah there's nothing. Let's head back, maybe we’ll find something on our way out.”
Cyrus waved dismissively at Krista as she checked for secret trap doors. “We’d have to literally check every nook and cranny of this cave for something that might not even be there. We have no reason to.” He then lead the girl out of the cave. As they walked, they could hear a somewhat muffled voice speaking over the intercom, which was not that audible from within the cave. However, Cyrus managed to pick up it was nothing of import.
The closer they walked towards the entrance to the cave, the louder the voice appeared on the intercom. Krista’s ears perked, but realised it wasn’t relevant for her. “I suppose you’re right then.” Krista gave up on her mission to find a secret entrance, keeping pace with the politician. “Then what if I suggest we return to the lounge? I…. got way too many sandwiches and I’m getting a little tired holding this plate.” She sheepishly asked, raising it slightly to bring attention to the many sandwiches still on her plate. “Hell, maybe some have returned from their own investigations and found some clue outta here.”
Cyrus simply nodded in response. It was all Krista needed, smiling once again. “Off we go to meet with the rest of the penguins of Axis Mundi! Hopefully they might have some good news for us!” Krista laughed cheerfully as the two headed back to the lounge together.
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