Status

Recent Statuses

4 mos ago
Current I hear french and all I can think about is "Omelette du fromage"
9 likes
1 yr ago
[@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
1 like
1 yr ago
@Graviloquence Dutch, I also had German and french for a few years in high school. Other than that, I know a decent bit of Latin.
1 like
1 yr ago
I could sleep... But you know. I can also just write some more.
5 likes
1 yr ago
When google docs wrongly autocorrects your to you're... tehfuck?
7 likes

Bio

Something something... will write something here later.

Most Recent Posts




Cyrus got closer to the body with grim determination. They needed to solve this case, no matter what. He had hoped the prior case would've been the last. That nobody would dare risk facing a gruesome execution like the one that had befallen Lucas. But apparently, he had been wrong. Marianne had been killed in a horrible fashion. He scanned her, looking for any clues that weren't displayed in the monokuma file. But alas, he didn't find anything of interest. Biology had never been Cyrus's strong suit. Perhaps somebody more medically inclined would have more luck.

Backing off a little with a sigh, he looked around the room. The fire had ravaged the room. He did note that Marianne herself hadn't really been affected by the fire much.She and her wounds were both very recogniseable. The killer hadn't intended to obfuscate how Marianne died with the fire. That must've meant there must've been some very incriminating evidence that he needed to get rid of. Perhaps he should look for that?

Bliss was also in the room, along with a few other infinites. She had her back to Marianne's body and appeared to be searching the walls. Though she must have spotted Cyrus out of the corner of her eye. “Um, Cyrus?” She must have noticed him out of the corner of her eye. “It would appear knowing what killed a victim doesn't instantly solve their murderer. I actually kind of wish her body was in a suit of steel right now.” Her eyes suddenly opened wide. “Um! What I meant to say is, do you think we should cut her down?”

Cyrus looked at Bliss with a face that still clearly showed his grief. "Indeed, the murder method isn't what we need to figure out this case. It's the circumstances around it." He deduced. "What happened with Shaun and his handbook, I reckon." He wasn't sure what to make of the rest of Bliss' comment, but he responded with a slow nod. "We probably should But first we should record the way she was strung up there. We might destroy evidence if we do it now.." He took out his hand book and focussed it on the bindings that held the girl suspended, and took a few pictures from different angles. He then motioned over Bliss, to get this over with.

The nanny placed her hands on her dress. “Oh, I just realized I don't have anything to cut her down with.” She looked around before spotting something on the ground. “Here we go.” The nanny reached for a knife and picked it up. Cyrus noticed that there were small traces of blood on the edge of the knife.

Cyrus looked at Bliss somewhat stunned. "You do realise you're likely holding the murder weapon there, do you?" He asked bluntly as he inspected the knife. It had remarkably little blood on it for a weapon that must've stabbed Marianne multiple times. Had it been cleaned? "Let's have a look. How well do the knife wounds match up to it?"

Bliss jumped when she noticed the blood. “Oh dear, you're right!” she placed a hand on her cheek. “It looks like it was smeared, not exactly the tidiest way to clean a knife.” She held the knife up sideways to one of Marianne's wounds. Bliss was noticeably turning her head to to not look directly at the body. “Um, it looks pretty close. I think you're right!” Bliss turned to face Cyrus. “So what did they clean the knife off on? Did it burn up?”

Cyrus nodded "Most likely, but it's still a good idea to look around." He said. "The fire didn't get to burn very long, so there's a good chance not every bit of evidence was destroyed." He then smiled at her. "But hey, we have one clue already. Good job." He said in an attempt to cheer her up a little. Then, he refocussed on the room around them.

After a short scan through the room, he suddenly noticed something red. "Over there." Cyrus said to Bliss as he walked over to the unknown object. Upon closer inspection, he was certain he had seen something like this before. Yes, it was a hospital gown, or what was left of it. It had been burned mostly, but what was left of it was damp and dyed red."Blood." Cyrus easily confirmed.

“And a lot of it.” Bliss stood beside Cyrus. “There's more than just what was on the knife.” Bliss sighed.
“Do you think the killer wore this when they...” Bliss trailed off.

"To shield their own clothing, likely." Cyrus mused. "The killer couldn't risk being spotted in bloodied clothing, after all." He looked at Bliss.
"Do you happen to know where it would be easiest to procure one of these?" He wondered. Even though this was a hospital, people don't just leave gowns everywhere for people to grab.

“Honestly, I think we all have at least one. It's like killgood said, everything we had with us before entering the killing game is in our rooms.” Bliss placed the knife next to the gown. “I know I had one in with all of my clothes, but there were a few in the laundry room as well. So I don't think that's going to help us all that much.” the nanny let out a defeated sigh.

"It could've even been Shaun's gown, in that case." Cyrus agreed with the Nanny. That line of thought wasn't going to get them anywhere. Still, it was good to have it considered. He then looked back to Marianne's corpse. "I guess we should get it down now." He then looked back to Bliss."You cut the rope, I'll hold her and make sure she doesn't fall."

The nanny blushed. “T-thanks, I was going to ask if you'd do that actually.” Bliss stood up, taking the knife with her as she did so. It appeared that the ceiling tiles had been moved out of the way so that Marianne's body could be hoisted up by pulling the rope over the joists in the ceiling. The ropes were anchored down to the bed, which was one of the few items that hadn't been burned. Bliss aproched one of the ropes and placed a knife against it. “Just tell me when you're ready.”

Cyrus got himself into position, positioning one arm under her knees and the other at her back, ready to catch her in his arms as she was cut loose. It wasn't a glamorous job, but that's why he figured it was better suited to him than Bliss. "Ready"

Bliss fret her brow and pushed the knife into the rope, causing it to flex slightly. Already the tiny fibers of the rope were starting to snap in front of the fine blade. The nanny took hold of the rope in one hand and sawed it in half with one motion. Bliss turned around just in time to see Marianne fall int Cyrus's arms. She fell so suddenly that the politician wasn't quite able to contain her momentum. The politician simply wasn't a body builder. He found himself stumbling backwards when he could feel Marianne's upper body pull away from him. Bliss had rushed up behind her and taken hold of her shoulders. With Cyrus holding her legs, and Bliss holding her torso, they gently lowered her to the ground. The two looked at Marianne's body. If not for the stab wounds and the blood on her head, they might have thought she was sleeping. Though her wounds, and the blood the two had gotten on themselves, was a reminder that she would never wake up. Bliss almost looked like Marianne did when she held Krista's throbbing head.

“Cyrus?” Bliss looked at Cyrus, and only Cyrus. She did nothing about the blood soaking into her clothes. “Do you believe there's ever a good reason to kill someone? Outside of them being a killer themselves?”

Cyrus gave the question some thought. "For other similar, serious crimes, maybe." He answered. "Still, it wouldn't be up to any individual to kill another. We have judicial system for that." He shook his head grimly at Bliss. "No, no single individual should ever kill another, it's simply barbaric." He then returned the question. "What do you believe?"

“I think for the most part, you are correct.” Bliss was starting to look fatigued. “But maybe there are rare circumstances where such a thing should be allowed. Like, what if the person being killed gave their consent?”

Cyrus had on more than one occasion delved into the policy and ethics surrounding euthanasia, so this was not something he had never thought about. "If one decides for themselves they wish to die, then I guess there is room for consideration." He started. "Still, I'd argue that there should first be thorough consideration on the party giving said consent. It is an irreversible decision, after all." He wasn't sure why Bliss was bringing this up now. He doubted Marianne had given up her life here willingly. Not to mention, Marianne knew that would bring everyone else in danger. If she really wanted to die without consequence, she could've done it during the carnage hour.

"Do you want to sit down for a bit, maybe?" He asked Bliss, her fatigue not going unnoticed.

Bliss nodded. “N-not here though. Maybe I'll see how Felix is holding up.” The nanny stood up and started to walk outside. “I guess I'll see you later.”

Cyrus nodded back. "Do that. But do take care of yourself." he replied as he started to inspect the body for new clues that they might not have been able to spot with it suspended. "See you later."


And


Cyrus had confined himself to the tiny place of nothingness that was the zen garden. This little place had been his for the last two days. Surrounded by mind-numbing simplicity, there was nothing here for him to think about, to react to or to stress out about. Here he could pretend for a bit that the entire hospital didn’t exist. Though he did not lose sight of grim reality, he could be at peace. When was the last time he had been this relaxed? When was the last time he could just sit down and not have anything of importance on his mind? The answer was six, six years.

Perhaps there was one saving grace to this predicament. An escape from the turbulence others called life. You know, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to stay in this killing game for a bit, to just let the world be for what it was for a bit. To just live a simple life for a while, even if it was in confinement. Perhaps he could find rest here. Nothing could go wrong here, as long as everyone played nice.

“A body has been discovered. The patients have a limited time to collect evidence before being called into the court of carnage. Do your best everyone!”

”Dipshits.” Sounded Cyrus’s annoyed mumble as he got up and left.




Noel had made herself at home next doors. The dojo had been open in her prior killing game, and she very much welcomed the opportunity to practice her moves a little. It would surprise many people how physically fit the reporter actually was. That said, she preferred to train in solitude, so very few people would know… unless she needed to defend herself, of course. She aptly assaulted the dummy with a low kick into a punch to the throat. Finally, she lifted the dummy and threw it over her shoulder and planted it solidly into the ground face-first.

She smiled with satisfaction to see that she hadn’t gotten rusty. She valued her physique. In a way, it was her true secret skill as a reporter. It allowed her to go placed too dangerous for others. And in here, it was her ticket to survival. But that privilege wasn’t for everyone, as promptly demonstrated by the sound of the body discovery announcement.

Bloody hell.

Without time to switch out of her training gi, she rushed out of the dojo, clutching only onto her handbook.




Cyrus and Noel jointly arrived at the crime scene, having met up as they both left the second floor resort. Cyrus developed a clear wrinkle of anger on his forehead by the display of cruelty before them. The lingering smoke somewhat irritated his throat, but he forced his own composure as he looked. He had so hoped that after last time, nobody would dare commit such an atrocious act again. Alas, he had been proven wrong. Apparently filth still hid amongst them.

Noel, looking more like a martial artist than a reporter right now, grit her teeth as she solemnly stared at the lifeless body of the female. Rarely had she seen murder committed in such a cruel manner. This wasn’t a spur of the moment. It was very clear that someone had taken their time to kill her. It was a sickening display. She forced away a few tears that tried to escape her eyes. ”I’m sorry, Marianne.” She whispered softly ”We failed you.”

Cyrus felt an anger boiling up inside him, an instinctive movement made his hand reach for his glasses. But no, this wasn’t the time for that. He had to remain calm. He had to channel that anger right now, for her sake. He stood up straight and made himself audible. ”Everyone, a tragedy has befallen us once again. I am sure we all deeply mourn our loss. Rightly so.” He paused for a bit, taking a moment to recompose himself as the emotion in his voice had gotten very apparent. ”However, one person here right now is not in mourning. One is quietly reveling in their deed. I implore you all to join me in finding Marianne’s murderer. Let us bring peace to Marianne’s soul, and teach all that nobody shall get away with murder.” He turned back to Marianne’s corpse, and bowed his head in mourning for another few seconds before approaching solemnly for investigation.

Krista stepped out of her bathroom, never feeling so clean or… hopeful until now. She brushed her still damp hair, working the knots out of the blonde strands as she thought over what she had to say. She wasn’t even sure it was going to work — it relied too much on uncontrollable variables and even to her it sounded like a bad idea…

But she had to try!

If she could convince somebody understand and appreciate the thought behind the idea, then maybe her idea might stand a chance? She chewed on her lips nervously as she pulled on her clothes one by one.

The person she had in mind to talk to about her idea was none other than Cyrus Brandon, the Infinite Bishi Politician. He was the leader of the group, at least to her. It made sense, didn’t it? A politician leading them? He seemed like the smartest one too, someone that would spot the plot holes in ideas… idea holes? Krista cringed inwardly.

Maybe it was best to keep her game face on and believe her idea! Yeah, surely that’ll work!

...Right?




Cyrus scribbled various difficult words onto his notepad, which the more medically-minded people amongst them would instantly recognize as anaesthetics. At the top of the notepad he had made a small schematic drawing on which he labelled every cabinet and every shelf within. He precisely noted how many bottles of everything he found and where these were located. After mere minutes in this room, Cyrus could tell this cosmetic surgery lab was a dream come true for the malicious minds in the group. If anyone in the group had the gall to follow Lucas’s footsteps, he’d make sure they’d have another thing coming. He didn’t want to suspect anyone of thinking so, but he’d rather err on the side of safety.

But that was not the only record they held of the inventory. Next to Cyrus, Noel brandished her camera at every shelf, every pointy object. A tool to remember the condition everything is in, just in case they might need it. Noel wasn’t really ecstatic of her duty here, she’d much rather aim her camera at humans. However, she had found no good reason to refuse the politician’s insistence after they had run into each other in the hallways of the hospital.

“I think we got everything?” Noel questioned.

Cyrus responded with a curtly nod, but no words passed his lips. Instead, his attention was drawn by the sudden creaking sound of the door as it was opened from the outside.

“Cello Mr Brandon!” Krista peeked her head through the opening, relief on her face when she found the man she was looking for inside. “You have no idea how many times I've said that to an empty room.” She opened the door fully so she could step inside, spotting Noel beside Cyrus with her camera out. Looking between them, she asked. “Am... I interrupting something?”

Cyrus shook his head. “We just finished up here.” He then looked at Noel, then back at Krista. “Inventory.” He added, just to prevent the establishment of any… erroneous thoughts. “Do you need me for something?”

Noel, sensing the mood, quickly saw herself out. “I’ll check out the room across of here.” Honestly, she hoped there wasn’t much to record there. She had enough of doing inventory.

Krista side stepped out of the way to let Noel through. Before letting the reporter go, Krista quickly stopped her. “Thank you for doing the inventory,” She rubbed the back of her neck as she directed her thanks to Cyrus and Noel. It was comforting to know that measures were being taken to avoid a Lucas 2.0. “I would've never thought to do such a thing…” She admitted the latter part sheepishly.

She then approached Cyrus, letting Noel go through the door. When Krista felt like enough time had passed in silence, she spoke up. “I... don't know who to talk to about this but... I might have some information.” She began to explain her run in with Nariko.

Krista stared at Nariko dumbly, the smile on her face fading by the second. Was that supposed to comfort her? “O-oh. Thanks? I think?” She rubbed the back of her neck. "What do you want from me?"

“I see you're confused, I'm just not sure which is worse. It was wrong to try to cure you like that.” Her eyes shut with their familiar metallic click. “I guess I'm also a little upset that Aleecia is so badly hurt. We're going to have to take her out of the game pretty soon. If there's a murderer while she's in there, the rules state that she needs to be punished if she remains. So I won't be able to see her for a while.” She whimpered. “Everything is horrible, there are no right answers...”

Do robots have feelings? She was still dumbfounded at the series of events. What was going on?! “I'm... sorry to hear that…” Did that mean Aleecia was going to be safe once she was out of here? Krista decided to ask. “If Aleecia gets out of here... does that mean she's safe outside?”

“She will still be in Axis Mundi, just outside the killing game.” Nariko let out a long sigh. “She might not even get reinstated in this killing game. I'll probably never see her again. I won't be able to protect her.” She took a step towards Krista and raised her head. “But I can still protect you.”


She stopped just before Nariko offered her the handbook. Was it safe to tell Cyrus? She chewed on her bottom lip again before dropping it. She knew she could trust him but… it wasn’t the right time. Not yet. “When Nariko said Aleecia would be outside the killing game but still in Axis Mundi... it gave me an idea. I don't know how much of a long shot it is but... what if we send a message with Aleecia? Hide it somewhere on her body so when she's in Axis Mundi, the real one... we can get some help?"

Cyrus gave it a few seconds thought, then shrugged a bit. “Sounds like a long shot, but I don’t think there’s anything against trying it. In the worst case, nothing happens. In the best case, we might get some outside help.” He put a hand on her shoulder, a small token of praise and support. “Any idea what you want to put on the message? Or where Aleecia is right now?”

He was willing to listen?! Krista perked up excitedly as it seemed like Cyrus was into the idea without her having to convince him. “I think we have to send a list of all our names, including Quill and Mason… and Kara and Rika... since I'm not sure whether they've been sent to the same place they'll be sending Aleecia. Nariko... cares a lot for her and I don't think she'll let anything happen to her… but I don’t think the others were lucky to get the same treatment.” It was a wild guess, but then again, this entire plan depended on Nariko telling Krista the truth. “If they haven't been sent back to the real Axis Mundi then it would be useful for them to know that they're also missing! We'll also have to tell them we're stuck in a killing game in a place that looks like Axis Mundi…” She bit her thumb, thinking carefully as she tried racking her brain for any ideas where Aleecia was.

“Well... Nariko didn't tell me where she was... and I didn't ask.” Her shoulders dropped, disappointedly. “But! But but but! We dealt with Alexandria's carnage chassis for Aleecia right? So she has to be on this floor somewhere! I... haven't really explored the hospital side but she wasn't in the resort when I last went…” She didn't state the obvious; why would a comatose patient even be at a resort?

“So… it’s somewhere on this floor… in the hospital side…” She finally concluded. “Sorry it isn’t much…”

Frankly, Cyrus was rather sceptical of this idea. If they were sent back to Axis Mundi, that meant that they likely collaborated with Davis in some way. How else would you simply take back a person that had been missing from your hospital for days without any questions? And otherwise, they were likely taken somewhere out of the public eye, for people probably working with Davis. That said, he didn’t want to discourage Krista. The girl needed some positivity. Not to mention, there was nothing to lose.

“There’s two rooms on this floor I haven’t looked at yet. One of them seems to be the room of a carnage sister. Noel just headed to the other one.” He stated. “I guess that’s where we should go first?”

“Yes! Let's go check it out! We gotta scope this out like spies!” Krista energetically bounded towards the door before halting mid-step just as she was reaching for the handle. Cyrus mentioned he hadn't visited two rooms; one where Noel was, and one that was the room of a carnage sister. A carnage sister... Krista's hand slipped into her pocket to touch the cold handbook before pulling it out.

“By the way…” Krista spoke up, with her back still to Cyrus. “It's Nariko's room… and I can go inside.“ Krista turned in her spot, taking quick steps to reach Cyrus and show him the carnage sister's handbook. “Nariko gave this to me... this was her way of trying to protect me.” Krista told Cyrus, a bit hesitantly.

“Did she now?” Cyrus said, somewhat surprised, as he eyed the handbook for a second. “Interesting. We ought to check it out later. If we’re lucky we might find something half as useful as a makeshift forge in there.” He smiled at her. “Aleecia is probably in the other room then, if anywhere. I don’t think Nariko would let anyone into her room if Aleecia was there.” He snickered, then followed Krista outside.

Krista returned Nariko's handbook back to her pocket. “But... do you really think we'll find something in there? What if Nariko is messing with me?” Krista led the way towards the POD room, her hand playing with the ends of her damp hair. “ mean... Why give me the handbook? I know Nariko cares for Aleecia, but I didn't see her interact with anyone else, let alone me.”

“Can’t say for sure. It’s hard to imagine what might be going through the minds of these robots… or whatever is controlling them.” Cyrus stated bluntly. “But if she’s taken a liking to you, then why not make the best of it? Nariko doesn’t seem like the type to mess with people for fun… unlike the other three.” He chuckled a bit at the realisation. The carnage sisters were an odd bunch, but out of all of them Nariko was the one who seemed the most genuinely concerned about the group. “Even if there’s nothing of use in there. It’s still a room only you and Nariko can enter. It might come in useful in that way. You’ve been given a boon, make good use of it.”

“B-but wait! Nariko is the most evil of them all!” Krista cried out suddenly. She didn’t like the implication behind Nariko giving her the handbook. It felt like a lot of responsibility-especially right after Krista lost her own handbook to the traitor the night before. She did not want to look a gift carnage horse in it’s mouth, but she didn’t know what to do either. So… she attempted to make a joke.“Did you know Nariko cried?! Yeah!” The slightly over-exaggerated hand movements made it seem like Krista was joking around, but her face indicated she was completely serious. “I don't like it when people cry... and the robot looks kinda human too…” She trailed off. Was this supposed to be a joke or her admitting she hated seeing people/robots-that-look-like-people cry? She shut up before she embarrassed herself any further. ‘Just stick to puns, Krista.’

She scratched the back of her ear, glancing elsewhere as they approached the POD room. She stopped just as they were about to enter. “Do you think I should tell the others about this handbook?” She looked back at Cyrus when she finally figured out how to change the subject without embarrassing herself. “I mean... this handbook is needed to open the room so... really anyone that holds this handbook can just waltz right in and somebody could try using it for their…” Her voice trailed off at the end.

“Normally tears are the weapons of empathy and compassion, not evil.” Cyrus smirked, though he was not really sure what to think of a crying robot. Cyrus was not sure what to think of the carnage sisters to begin with. Thankful for the topic change, he pondered for a bit. “Perhaps it’s better to see what’s in the room first before we decide? Regardless, the decision is yours, I think.” He paused for a bit. ”I can understand if you’re not… comfortable with others knowing.”

She nodded slowly. What Cyrus said made sense. If there was nothing that was... useable in Nariko's room, then maybe she could share the knowledge with the other patients. “But…! I trust you. If I do find something in there... I want you to add it to your inventory list. Deal?” She stuck her hand out, pinkie raised and wiggling in front of Cyrus’s glasses. “We’ll pinky promise it. We won’t let anyone die!” Krista beamed at him.

“Of course!” Cyrus responded confidently. He was surprised when Krista showed her pinky, it wasn’t a method of promising he was actually used to. He couldn’t exactly genuinely promise that, but he could at least lift her spirits. “I’m certainly going to try.” He said as he latched onto her pinky with his own.

A pinky promise is a very big deal. With a final cheer, Krista pushed the door into the POD room open, revealing Ice and Noel with an unconscious Aleecia inside a POD. She carefully approached the POD, as if worried that her mere presence would be a disruption to Aleecia's delicate state. Looking between Aleecia and Ice, then at Cyrus, she quietly questioned Ice.

She asked simple questions; how long he had been in the POD room, did he see the carnage sisters place Aleecia into the POD, etc. Her hopes rose with every answer. Ice likely knew how to open and shut the POD without putting the comatose girl at risk. She felt like she could trust Ice and Noel with her plan, and so she quietly informed them of her idea. Krista could not tell how Ice took the news, but she pleaded him for his help; and so he agreed.

“Okay... I need to go back to my room to make the note but I promise I won't take too long! I'll look for you when I'm done!” Directing the final part of her closing statement to Ice, Krista began backing away, intending to leave. There was no time to waste, especially after that worrying Monokuma-carnage sister announcement; there was a message to send!


And



Noel took a bite of her breakfast sandwich as she fervently tapped away on the keyboard. She wasn’t really feeling up for socializing at the moment, and she had been itching to get into this computer for a while. Certainly it had to contain some kind of valuable information, as it was password locked. Why else would that computer be left here? And information gathering just happened to be her forte. As long as there was information to be found, the infinite reporter had a way to uncover it!

Password reset initiated. Please answer your security questions.

Noel smirked as she looked at the computer screen. It requested information? The infinite reporter was more than happy to oblige.

What is your fiancé’s maiden name?

Alice Parker

What is your nickname?

Neoslayer

What is the doctor’s full name?

Dr. Monokuma Killgood

Please enter your new password.

Noel smiled contently, then changed the password and security questions to something of her liking. She wasn’t sure how much information Davis and Monokuma had about her, but this would minimize the chances of them making the computer inaccessible in the future. Perhaps they would need it later? It took her some thought, but she came up with the perfect questions.
Nevertheless, the computer was part of a closed system. It didn’t have an internet connection to contact the outside. This didn’t surprise Noel, but it was always a sad discovery when one of your possible outs was cut off. You never knew where the mastermind could’ve left a hole, even if he was ultimate.

Not dallying on the thought, Noel began looking through the files. Most of it wasn’t too interesting, but she did find a folder titled “Hope’s peak assets.” The first file was a contract.

Once the discontinuation of the new hope’s peak academy program has been completed, the following resources shall be acquired by the infinity initiative from the current owner, the principal of hope’s peak:

- Neo world program/psychotherapeutic communication device
- Memory wiping application
- (other, unimportant assets listed)

Shipping and storage shall be provided by the infinity initiative. Upon reception, the infinity initiative holds all rights to these products unrestrictedly.
Signed by: Hope’s peak principal & future foundation head.
Makoto Naegi


The other files in the folder were dossiers detailing shipping to the US and articles describing the rights of ownership now held by the infinity initiative. Noel could make up that the infinity initiative was definitely the last one to hold these legally. However, this computer didn’t hold the storage files. Noel couldn’t determine where exactly these objects had been located.

Noel took the liberty of copying everything into her logbook, then closed the computer. She began wondering who she might be able to share this information with. Who could tell her more about any of those things besides that bastard Davis?



Cyrus rushed to the break room. He didn’t run, he just walked really fast. He needed to inform people before tonight. If this “vigilante” was truly someone amongst them, then there was a chance this person could strike again other nights. The kidnapping of Calvin had gotten Shona killed, that made this person indirectly responsible for her death. Who knows what kind of havoc this bastard could cause if they went unstopped? Cyrus would have to do everything in his power to prevent the worst from happening again. That was his duty as a leader.

Cyrus opened the door to the break room loudly. Not everyone was here, but certainly the word would spread faster if he informed them first, instead of gathering everyone first. ”Everyone, may I have your attention? This is an emergency that cannot wait. Our lives are in danger.” Perhaps not the most convincing argument. Weren’t their lives always in danger here? Nevertheless, he assumed it would be good enough to get their attention.

”I believe everyone new has been informed roughly of what happened in the first night of carnage. As for everyone who experienced it, it pains me to bring it up again. However, I have discovered more details regarding the matter.” Cyrus took the article and put it on the table. ”Shortly before the trial, Marianne came to me and showed me this article. The description remembered me of something Calvin told me… and indeed, this article details Calvin’s kidnapper.” He dropped a silence for a few seconds, allowing it to sink in for a bit before dropping the most devastating details. ”With disbelief I am here to inform you all that this person is one of us. Alexandria testified that whoever kidnapped Calvin with Monokuma was one of the patients in this killing game.”

It was with difficulty that Cyrus uttered the following words. ”We have a traitor amongst us.” However, he kept his expression stalwart. ”I suggest we try everything in our power to uncover who this could be. Right now our only private location is our own room. This would be the first and most logical location we might find clues.” He wasn’t convinced this search was going to yield results, but what other option did they have?
Updating~

Anora: Aquiantances rerolled to: Alexandre @Aewin@Leos Klien
Narcissa: Aquaitance rerolled to: Geraldvardis @Melo@Leos Klien
Faela: Enemies rerolled to Altaira @Write@Kore

Let me know if these conflict :3


Can nissaxgerald get a prompt please? :3
@Mae Narcissa and Cicero already have a love relationship. So they can't be acquaintances

Also, fyldren and Noora already have a love relationship as well
I forgot to post it, but I changed Basilius a bit. last change I promise <3


In collaboration with @brokenpromise as Calvin

The next day's breakfast was rather drab. How could it not be? Yesterday's events were still fresh in everybody's mind. Cyrus ate, but there was little enjoyment in it. Today, food was just that, food. Sustenance, but no taste whatsoever. Not everyone was in attendance, which wasn't exactly unexpected. There was one person in particular that Cyrus had hoped to see, but he wasn't that lucky. After getting the last few bites down, Cyrus headed out to the place he was expecting to find his target.

As Cyrus aproched the crematorium, he could hear the metallic clang of a smith's hammer striking steel. It was faint, as the doors to Alexandria's room were thick. Just a little quieter than the smith's hammer was the carnage sister herself, but what she was saying couldn't really be made out. But then she started to speak up.

“Calvin! I think someone wants to take you away again!”

“W-wha!?” The smith stopped his swinging right away. “Are you fucking with me?”

“It's Cute-rus, I see him on the-” Calvin started swinging his hammer again. “Hey!” The hammering continued. After a few seconds, the door to crematorium opened up again. Calvin's hammering was much louder, and Cyrus could hear the flames now. Alexandria was standing in the door way, dressed as a dinner waitress. Just beyond her was Calvin leaning over a makeshift anvil with a back glistening with sweat. “Hi-hi Cyrus!” Alexandria winked. “Is there anything your nurse can help you with?”

Cyrus looked at Alexandria with some confusion. Why did this robot wear a waitress costume and why did it just wink at him? Maybe those questions were better left unanswered. Especially the former. "Just here for Calvin." Cyrus responded, not really willing to deal with the nurse. He quickly scurried past her and approached the working metalsmith. "Good morning. What are you doing?" He asked on a friendly tone. It was more a conversation starter than real interest, but he was curious nontheless.

Calvin grit his teeth and looked over his shoulder. Though he was looking past Cyrus, not at him. “I thought you were going to keep the damn door closed.”

“Oh, boop! I did say that!” Alexandria placed her hands on Cyrus's shoulders. “He's a bit cranky today, isn't he? Yesterday he was so upset, he just crawled in here and fell asleep. He's just been working on weapons ever since he woke up.” She pointed at a breakfast sandwich that was sitting on a stool far away from the smith. “I actually got him to eat one of my sandwiches though. I think parading around with Max really paid off.”

With a sigh, Calvin threw his hammer to the ground and turned to face Cyrus. “The fuck do you want with me?”

Cyrus didn't waste any time. He had little patience for this kind of behaviour, so he figured he'd get this over with quickly. He took the newspaper article from his pocket. "Marianne found this in Shona's room. She gave it to me during the investigation." He explained as he pressed it into Calvin's hand. "Your name's in it..." He had a glaring suspicion that his name being in it was not the real important thing, but that was something he couldn't be sure about.

Calvin didn't appear to be reading the article or listening to the politician. His hands trembled when his eyes locked onto the image. He looked less mad and more nervous now. “Son of a bitch...” He looked back up at Cyrus, then back at the article. “I-I made a lot of swords for Infinity Initiative. I don't even get to know who my clients are half the time.” He stabbed the picture with his finger. “But this is the ass hole who captured me!” He looked at Alexandria. “Tell him!”

“Yup yup!” The carnage sister chirped. “Daddy wanted to take my boyfriend away from me, but I wouldn't let him inside. But you can't order a patient to stay out of your room.” She sighed. “I really blew that one, huh Calviar?"

Cyrus sighed as Calvin recognized the image. "I suspected as much... I recall you mentioning you were caught by someone with a 'big ass gun'. I'm not that knowledgeable about firearms, but even I know .70 is not a normal gun." His attention then shifted to Alexandria as she spoke, and he could feel a shiver running down his spine. "Wait a god damn second. Did you just say that thing is a patient here?" He grimaced. He clearly recalled there had been no mention of the infinite vigilante in the introduction video. But then again, it probably wasn't beyond monkuma to withhold information. "So you mean there is one patient we didn't know about?"

“I'm pretty sure you guys met recently. They were on the roller coaster with everyone.”

Calvin balled his hands into fists. “Yes but WHO!?”

“Oh no you don't!” Alexandria backed away from Cyrus. “A superhero can't reveal their identity to anyone, And daddy would permanently delete me if I said anything.”

Calvin shook his head. “Holy shit.” He said with a sigh. “It was one of us the entire time...” The metalworker sat down in front of the anvil again and picked up his hammer. “I really need to get this done.”

Cyrus stood perplexed. "What the..." He looked at Alexandria. "So you're saying one of us is the armed lunatic that kidnapped Calvin? That's... what the hell!" He gritted his teeth. But there had to be a way to deal with this. "Well... maybe we can get everyone to join a room inspection? If we explain the situation, then surely they'd understand. That's the only place where someone could hide something like that, right?" He wondered out loud, then looked as Calvin got back to work. "So what exactly [are you making?"

“You'll see.” Without looking, Calvin reached into his pants and pulled out his E-handbook. He then tosseed it at the politician, only to have Alexandria catch it. "Noooo!" Because Alexandria was behind Cyrus, she nearly knocked him down trying to reach for it. He could feel her breasts coliding with the back of his head as she jumped for it. once she caught the E-handbook, she ws able to get a foot in front of herself to stop herself from crushing the politician under her weight. She looked genuinely flustered. Well, as flustered as a doll could look. Cyrus and Alexandria were both bent over with their heads pointed towards the ground. "You need to be more careful Calvin, I would of had to boop you if Cyrus caught that!" she handed Calvin's handbook to Cyrus before standing up. "I told you he was acting funny, didn't I?" She stood Cyrus upright as well and dusted off his shirt.

Cyrus was somewhat surprised as well, but recovered quickly. "I'll try to get people organised. Thanks Calvin. Good luck with your... project." He said before quickly walking away. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the strange robot or the grumpy infinite longer than he had to. At least he got what he was looking for.

Now he just had gather the rest, and to convince them to help.
Because I wasn't completely happy with Floran's 2-3, I decided to change it. The current version may not yet be final as potential balancing specifics will be further dicussed with Mae.

And


Noel was one of the few who had been in the court of carnage before. But no matter how often she went in there, she never truly got used to it. On one hand it was a journalistic marvel that made tales worthy of every front page… but at the same time it was death and despair. There was no happy ending in the court of carnage. Somebody died, it was as simple as that. She wasn’t sad Lucas died, he was a murderer. But she could never rejoice at the death of anybody. Instead, she mourned for Mondatta, hoping he could find solace in the resolution of his murder and the survival of the innocent. A man that great deserved that as a final token of respect.

Regardless, this was a case unprecedented. The mastermind himself. The only thing she could wonder why he had joined this killing game to begin with. What was the use of him mixing in with the rest of them and potentially putting his life at risk? She didn’t understand it. But there had to be reason, right? Why had he chosen to disclose his backstory with her if she would either die or forget it anyway? Then why tell it in the first place?

After returning, Noel was slightly angered at someone. And she turned her attention to this person. ”Now I will leave. I cannot tolerate the presence of someone who speaks so lightly about someone’s death. That’s sick.” Noel said to Alice, her glare filled with a strong disgust. ”Good night.” She walked off. The talk of Davis or the new infinites wasn’t something she was in the mood for either. She just wanted to be alone right now.

Cyrus, on the other hand, did stay and listen to Davis’s talk, and he had an amused look on his face. ”Davis please. You know you’ve taken that clip completely out of context. The ‘we’ refers to the entire group. We didn’t say that the two of us must survive, we wanted everyone to survive.” He explained. ”And as long as we all survive, surely an option would present itself somewhere. That is what I believe. Not that I expect an asshole forcing people in a killing game to understand. You’re no better than ultimate despair at this moment.” He felt the rage welling up in him, but he kept it down. At this point, he was no better than those who had murdered his fiancée. He was probably beyond help.

Cyrus sighed when he heard the announcement of the arrival of new infinites. Though the resort was a short walk away from the elevators in the patient quarters, it was probably best to go greet them and formulate how to move on from here. He proposed that as such, and went down to the patient quarters with whoever else was willing to meet their new fellow captives. The first one they encountered was Zachary, the infinite archer.

”Good evening, and unfortunately this is not a prank. I’m Cyrus Brandon, the infinite politician. If you have any questions, I’m more than willing to answer them.”

© 2007-2017
BBCode Cheatsheet