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7 yrs ago
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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7 yrs ago
Respect isn't given, it is earned.
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9 yrs ago
Case closed (3)
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9 yrs ago
I hear french and all I can think about is "Omelette du fromage"
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10 yrs 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
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In Starkissed → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Starkissed → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Yes <3 @Aewin
In Starkissed → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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In Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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Cyrus grinned at Davis. ”Why, how courteous of you. What’s next? Are you going to compliment me and flirt me up like the rest? I’ll tell you in advance you won’t be any more succesfull.” He cackled. ”But thanks for sharing the spotlight. Must be difficult for someone with your ego.” He grinned, then turned to face Calvin.

His grin widened as he talked to Calvin. ”Really, I’d rather not tell you guys this…” Cyrus started. ”After all, it would be amazingly HILARIOUS if it happened to any of you. You’d deserve it as well.” He gave everyone a cursory glance filled with fury. ”I’ll explain this simply enough for every numbskull here to understand. What do we call someone that has been killed? YES INDEED, A VICTIM, YOU GUYS ARE SO SMART. Now tell me, is there anything different between a patient and a victim besides being dead? No? WRONG. Rule 18 of your e-handbook. Defacing a victim will be SEVERELY PUNISHED.” He put up a smug grin. If our killer had killed Krista first, then crushed her with that stalagmite… we wouldn’t be having this trial.”

Noel nodded, but was clearly still in thought. ”Well, that makes sense… but why was the killer set on using the stalagmite. Why not just kill with a rock, for argument’s sake? Krista caught the killer filing, so they were obviously planning it... But why?”

She continued to mutter ”If the killer was planning this, then they knew Krista was coming to the caves as well… So why was she there in the first place?” She didn’t argue with the scenario being possible. It was just that this brought up many more questions. She was interested in how Krista would answer Bliss’s question.
In Minutes to Manhattan → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




A collab with @Dirty Pretty Lies
Location: The ballroom of Upper East Side's The Cross Hotel Manhattan
Interacting with: Andie Sachs (DPL's NPC)

Grayson Moyer had never been one for parties, much less had ever been invited to a party before. Yet here he was: backstage at the New Year's Eve party of that illustrious Priestly woman. Naturally, he hadn’t been invited to this party, he was just here to help them with their little problem. The dark-haired young man frantically ticked away on his own laptop, that was connected to one of theirs that had ‘suddenly’ stopped working. It didn’t take Grayson very long to find the problem.

It always amazed Grayson what kind of sites people tend to visit on their work laptop. Surely you wouldn’t imagine to put your position and work equipment at risk? Yet Grayson’s curious peek into the browser history showed a laughable collection of sites that just screamed ‘look at me, I’m a virus’. Certainly enough, this particular computer had been infected to such an extent so that it had hogged so many resources that any other program just wouldn’t function anymore. It was kind of pathetic, really, how stupid these people were sometimes. Grayson didn’t particularly mind, though. Their blunders made him a good amount of dollars.

As the last loading screen popped up, Grayson called for Priestley’s assistant to come back into the room. Frankly, he had already forgotten her name. He didn’t exactly know why, but the girl just never caught his interest. The brunette wasn’t a bad looker. Maybe she just had a dull personality? Honestly, she couldn’t be too interesting if she chose to be Priestley’s lackey as a job. His opinion didn’t change when she walked into the room. “The job’s done. The necessary programs are almost done installing. Do tell your guy to not download porn from shady websites in the future. That would prevent a lot of stress.” He told her in an astonishingly casual way. Frankly, this was far from the worst case he’s had.

Upon the young Moyer's call, a frantic Andrea Sachs rushed to the ballroom. This was her very first time being in charge of organizing a big event for Miranda since her promotion right after Emily had gone on maternity leave. As if the responsability of a Miranda event wasn't big enough, the stakes were at an all-time high. Miranda Priestly's annual New Year's Eve party were not only a legend or tradition, but also the second most important event of the year, coming next to Fashion Week. Influential people from all sides of the world and all industries were scheduled to attend this luxurious and exclusive event. Everything, though stressful, had been smooth sailing... Until the moment her DJ had nervously annouced his laptop had stopped working as he prepared his party setup.

"Oh my goodness!" Andi exclaimed, nearly crying as the fact that she wouldn't be eaten alive settled in. At that moment, she didn't even care about the porn comment that visibly embarrased her DJ. The most important thing was that the party was now going forward as scheduled. "Mr. Moyer, you are a lifesaver!"

Grayson gave the happy woman a lukewarm response. "It's not a problem. Just doing what I'm paid for." He answered. Inwardly, he did laugh quite a bit at the DJ's embarassed responses. Grayson cared little about the party, but at least some other people could have a pleasant night now. He hoped the assistant wouldn't sing his praises too much, he didn't want any more spotlight on him. In his opinion, too many people approached him already. "Anyhow, if that's all... I'll be taking my leave."

Andi, who was still on cloud nine after the threat of losing her job was now gone (at least for the time being), nodded eagerly in Grayson's direction. "Of course, Mr. Moyer. Again, thank you so much for your help."

The young man turned on his heel and began to walk away when something very important dawned on Andi. For what seemed like the thousandth time that day, Andi's heels were clacking away as she chased Grayson before he left. She managed to catch him just before he boarded the elevator.

"Mr. Moyer, WAIT!" Andi exclaimed, making hand gestures in the man's direction. "I forgot to give you your check!"

In his hurry to be gone from society, Grayson had almost truly forgotten about why he actually bothered to come. "Oh, of course." He said, almost strangely uninterested.

Smiling, Andi gestured for Grayson to follow her to the exit. "Would you please take the short walk back to the office with me? It seems that because of all the chaos of the day I've left the checkbook in my desk drawer."

The young man nodded, and so the two of them walked the short distance from the hotel, to the Runway headquarters at the end of the street, up the elevators and down to Andi's office. Once there, the young woman pulled out the checkbook from one of her desk drawers. She wrote the pertaning infornation in neat, curly writing before offering the valuable piece of paper to Grayson with a smile peaking from bright red lips. "Here you go. Just as agreed on"

He took the check the lady offered him and gave her a a faint smile. "Thank you." He then turned around again and proceeded slowly as he thought about which way the exit was again.

"Oh, and Mr. Moyer?" Andi called back to Grayson, who was still within earshot. "Please feel free to attend the party if you wish. Think of it as a gift on my end for pretty much saving my job."

Grayson laughed awkwardly. "Oh no, I mean, these are hardly party clothes." He said, trying to refuse as politely as possible. Though it definitely was true he couldn't really attend the party in a random sweater and jeans. Grayson wasn't the type to mingle anyway. In fact, doing anything but that sounded peachy. "Perhaps another time.".

Andi waved a dismissive hand in Grayson's direction. "Mr. Moyer, please. You are standing in none other than Elias-Clarke headquarters. As part of our Runway editions, a wing of this building is dedicated to the storage of fashion pieces. I'm sure that after pulling a few strings I can have you gala-ready in no time. Clothing and appearance won't be a problem. Plus, this party is attended by many influential people that can make very lucrative potential clients for you. I've heard you're a man that prefers to work independently, but this could be a great networking opportunity for you. I'll help you out by putting in a good word. What do you say?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Grayson, hoping she'd argued her case sucessfully enough that he'd changed his mind.

"Well...uhm, I guess that's true." Grayson answered somewhat uncomfortably. He had a hard time finding a reason to deny that. He didn't really want to go, but he couldn't really find a good reason to say no. "Well, if you're fine with it. Sure." He answered. "Then... I guess I'll go change?" He shuffled a bit, guessing she'd guide him to the correct wing.

Wearing a triumphant smile now, Andi held up a finger in Grayson's direction, gesturing for him to wait. She took the phone from her desk, dialed an extension and waited until a familiar male's voice answred on the other end. "Nigeeeeeel, sweetie, I need a favor to ask of you..." Andi began in a persuasive voice. Upon getting approval from Nigel, she threw her fist in the air in celebration before continuing. "Okay, so I am going to need you to head down to the wardrobe department and fetch me a whole men's gala outfit. I'll need everything down to cufflinks." Nigel said something on the other end, and Andi rolled her eyes. "Of course. My bad. Give me one sec." She placed a hand on top of the phone's microphone before turning to Grayson. "I'm going to need your measurements, Mr. Moyer."

Grayson gave a slight nod as he told her his measurements. Inwardly he sighed, regretting ever accepting this job. No amount of pay was going to be worth being stuck in a suit and being forced to socialize his way through the evening. Grayson wasn't that desperate for contacts. Maybe he could find a quiet corner? That sounded like wishful thinking. All he could do now was prepare for hell.

After being given the information requested, Andi recited back the measurements to Nigel, and ended the call. Sighing, Andi quickly grabbed her things, stuffed them in her designer bag and stood up from her leather office chair. "Let us get going then, Mr. Moyer. I need to get ready as well, and I'm very much behind schedule."

In Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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And that was when Cyrus was done with things.

“Oh shut your mouth. you daft femboy cockroach. You’re as wrong as your parents were when they made your sorry ass.”

Cyrus’s glasses were now a miserable broken pile on the floor. His hair had arced upward as if struck by lightning. The angry man had returned. ”We have gone over this time and TIME again. None of that proves her innocence. The possibility she knocked herself out still exists, which she could have easily done after wiping away the footprints. The unknown footprints might as well be mine, which is why she could've picked that spot. We went over ALL of this. What is so hard to understand about it? You’re making us talk in circles and waste our time.”

”What we must do is simple, figure out how the fucking monk met his end. Maybe then we can establish a REASONABLE order of events and possibilities WITH ACTUAL FUCKING LOGIC THAT ISN'T JUST COMING FROM YOUR ASS. If you can’t do that just shut your trap. I’m not going to let a useless runt like you ruin the rest of us that’s actually trying. We’re trying to catch a murderer here instead of chasing pathetically petty arguments.” Cyrus was absolutely fuming. But these words also implied that he thought the rest of the group was on the right track right now. He just needed to eliminate whatever was trying to derail the argument away from the murder method. Why was Caora so insistent on chasing down these footprints anyway?

Noel scratched her head. Cyrus’s argument was hopefully the last time someone needed to get angry. She did agree that following one line of logic was better than chasing three at once. The footprints would definitely find their place if they established what they could establish before that. ”I’m not sure if you’re right Max, but it’s definitely possible.”

She added to the statement. ”It’s possible, but why didn’t they need to? Because they knocked out Krista? Also, they were apparently filing when Krista found them, so was there someone under the rock at that time?” She questioned.

She suddenly had an idea. ”Could it be possible the killer was preparing a trap of sorts? To wait for someone to come by and then drop the pillar on them?”
In Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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”Unfortunately, you are mistaken!”

Cyrus exclaimed in a most calm manner. His finger pointed at Shaun. ”Both of your points make no sense. Everyone could’ve picked a simpler victim than Mondatta. And how could you say that the crime scene has clues that don’t fit?” He paused for a second, looking significantly more angry. ”I don’t know how the simple fact could escape you THAT WE DON’T KNOW HOW THE SOD WAS MURDERED, YOU ABSOLUTE SHIT.”

With Krista’s comments in mind, he switched his attention to Davis. There were cracks in his glasses, likely from the tiny outburst he just had, but he looked calm now. ”You have a surprisingly solid reasoning. I underestimated you, Davis. But I don’t think your argumentation is perfect either.”

”You say that Krista might’ve fought Mondatta with a weapon we presume to be an iron file. I will not address the situation where Krista could prevail against a giant, martial artist. Instead, I want to focus on another piece of evidence. He opened his e-handbook and showed the stalagmite. ”This cut is too clean to have been made in a scuffle. An attack with force behind it would’ve also likely shattered the stalagmite. It is likely this wedge cut was deliberately made, as Krista says.”

Noel intervened for a second. ”But she could still have made that cut herself as a red herring?”

He grinned. ”Yes, obviously. That is something that is truly possible. HOWEVER, it is far too soon to call anything a red herring without knowing what truly killed the Monk, and how. I propose we drop the “who?” for now and focus on the “how?”. I think that will bring us much closer to solving this case than our current line of reasoning.”

He looked at Monokuma ”Why else do you think that bear bastard didn’t put it in the report?”

Noel wondered. ”Could it be possible that the murderer somehow disabled the life-supporting functions of his suit? That’s one way to kill him without breaching it. I'm just not sure if the wedge cut was needed for that...”

Cyrus looked towards Calvin "You're good with metal. Can you tell us anything about the metal that might be useful?"
In Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cyrus was certain a vein popped. ”Davis, if you truly selected Krista on these grounds without any further look at the evidence, I am seriously questioning whether you have any talent at all.” It was clear that Davis had already begun to piss off the infinite politician. ”Is Mondatta’s memory worth so little to you that you immediately resort to rash decisions and showboating? Do us all a favor and take this goddamn seriously.”

Noel decided to jump in a little between the two here. ”Unless you believe you can prove, with an actual presentation of evidence, that a girl we found wounded and unconscious at the scene beyond a shadow of a doubt committed this murder.”

Cyrus scowled ”As if any of us would make such an oversight.”
In Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Noel hastily lead everyone to the scene. She was somewhat happy they didn’t take long to move. They had no time to waste if they wanted to gather enough evidence. The clock was ticking and the court of carnage was drawing ever closer. There wasn’t a second to spare.

The reactions of everyone were heart-breaking. Noel remembered the first time she saw this happen. She stood there paralyzed for a short moment in remembrance, then continued her own investigation. She decided to focus more on the pictures she had taken; there was only that much room for people to look around the scene themselves.

Noel wasn’t certain, but something on the scene didn’t match up to the pictures. What had changed?





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The most Marianne took from the ruckus around her was that an item had been found, possibly hinting more strongly at how Mondatta had died. She heard the voices of Bliss, the newcomer Alice, and an almost estranged Davis, and the herbalist shuddered inwardly as the man left a biting remark into the already tense air before he made his exit from the cave.

A moment of silence was left to linger.
"...um." the woman on the ground croaked, her voice only loud enough to be heard by those immediately by her. Luckily, the pair, Bliss and Alice, were in her target range. "...is there any blood on the handle, by any chance? Maybe...we could discover what the handle's head was, that way..."

She shook her head. The idea sounded a lot dumber once it had escaped her lips. Still, she felt the need to remark to the room, being the one on the ground with a recovering Krista:
"The blood is warm, and still wet." she lifted one of her hands that had been stroking the infinite violinist's hair, and brought it to her face. The liquidy, blotchy stains it left left nothing to the question. The blood was fresh. "...we discovered the body now, but it would appear that this happened not too long ago. That is, if we believe...the two acts, Krista's attacking and the m-murder..." she stuttered here noticeably, as if reluctant to believe it really had happened, "took place at the exact same time."

Cyrus's reaction against Mary had been forceful, but that was probably the only way he could've prevented any irreversible damage to the scene. Afterwards, he gladly let Daimyon take care of soothing her with his golden tongue. The politician had a way with words himself, but he was more proficient at tugging different emotions. Not to mention, right now his focus was aimed more at solving the murder of a great man. Why did it have to be Mondatta of all people? The monk had demonstrated himself to be such a great addition to this group. Cyrus wasn't a man of faith, but that didn't mean he couldn't respect the monk's approach to this situation. He hoped his spiritual guidance would continue to guide those of the group that had come to appreciate it in the last few days.

Hearing Marianne, he turned to her in response, pondering the same issue. "It is very likely. Mondatta was in charge of guarding Krista. It is unlikely the two weren't together at the moment of the crime." He knew there was a chance the violinist and monk had been separated, but that would mean the murderer would have to have taken Krista out here later. They'd have to hear Krista's report on that once she felt better. Without a doubt this would play a large role in the court."Other options aren't impossible, just very unlikely without further evidence."

"...I agree-"
Marianne had hardly finished her statement before she felt a beeping in her lap, under where Krista's head lay.
'Clue acquired!'
She gently placed the blonde's head onto the floor and gave her a quick, reassuring smile, before picking up the source of the sound - the herbalist's own e-handbook. It had updated with an entry under the Truth Bullets section that read:

The blood on the back of Krista's head is still wet. It takes blood about a half-hour to an hour for blood to dry at room temperature.

"Fascinating." the herbalist sat, her bloodstained dress hardly posing as a problem as she touched the surface of the e-handbook with her red tipped fingers. This piece of machinery was incredible - and the source behind it even moreso.
She carefully took a deep breath, tightening her whole body as she rose to her feet. The stretch at her hips as always made her wince, but the moving was doing much better for her mobility - else she'd really freeze stiff that way. When she faced him, her words were directed half to Cyrus, and half to the group that stood around them:

"The handbooks we have been issued have updated with the most recent findings! Please look at them."
She caught her speaking to be disjointed, and repeated her sentence in more conversational English, "I think if we find clues, they will...um. Load? Is that the word? Log? They will be registered on our handbooks."
She appeared satisfied with herself. There were many more clues that needed to be found. And, with Davis' words ringing in her head, there wasn't much time.

"Cyrus," her tone was a mixture of serious and fluttery, her closing the distance between the two of them and looking up into the man's steely grey eyes. This was how the herbalist always felt when looking the politician dead in the eye, like her heart would take off.
...did it not matter that there was a dead body literally feet away? And if not that, the fact that Marianne was almost covered in blood, the front of her white dress housing a kaleidoscopic series of red stains, and her fingers sporting the same. She almost existed as homage to the newly registered clue.
"...will you accompany me, please?"
She paused before adding decidedly, almost in a whisper, "...there is something I need to ask you. Show you, rather. And anyone here could be the murderer. ...it's not safe to go alone."

Cyrus took a short moment to check his own handbook, confirming what the herbalist said. He didn't pay it much more mind. It would be a great reminder, but finding new clues had priority right now.
He continued making observations, though there really wasn't much to find. Much like what the monokuma file said, the suit made it very difficult to discern anything what happened to the body of the monk. His concentration was suddenly broken when he was spoken to by the Herbalist. The blood made her look somewhat grizzly, but he knew how it happened.

He gave a solemn nod as he got up and followed her. Cyrus wasn't having much succes here, so maybe whatever she had to show could lead to further insight? He wondered what it was that she couldn't just show everyone else. "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere in particular." the herbalist added when they were a reasonable distance away. Should the person playing at her mind show up, hopefully they would not overhear their discussion. "...I need to attend to Krista. I...Bliss is there, but I hope I am not the only one a little bit...suspicious." her words came out croaked.
"I don't have much time. I don't know if this will help, if at all-" her speaking pace increased, the French accent creeping in again, "but please, take this. Read it. It will find more help with you than with me. Please, come find me at the sick bay. I will be with Krista so long as the bear allows."

Without another word, the herbalist actually reached (nonchalantly!) into her bra (for her dress had a lack of pockets) and fished out a rolled up newspaper clipping. She handled it gingerly before placing it almost hurriedly into the Politician's hands.
"This seemed to be of interest to the late Miss Moffett. It was on her desk, among other things. She may have been looking into it. ...since I now occupy her room, I...found it some days ago when I was settling in. Mondatta was with me at the time, I-I only wish..." she trailed off, shook her head and bit her bottom lip. Regrets would not help anyone at this point especially.
"I don't know if it will help at all. ...please, hold onto it. There's someone who would murder for a phone call among us. I don't know if I want to take my chances with...them."

Cyrus took the article from her hands with a nod, wondering how a newspaper clipping could possibly connect to the case. He unfirmed it and started to read it attentively.



Before he could ask her any more questions, the herbalist disappeared again beyond the rocky croppings of the faux cave, back to where Krista lay, and where she intended on helping the blonde to a more stable medical environment as soon as possible.

Cyrus looked at the article in confusion. He had heard of the infinite vigilante before, but he had never seen the picture. Still, he assumed this was unrelated to the case. Marianne had found this several days ago in the room of Shona? Cyrus also noted that the infinite vigilante used bladed weapons and guns, which didn't fit the crime scene. Nevertheless, only one person could know more...

Cyrus would have to pay a visit to Calvin, the infinite metalsmith.
In Minutes to Manhattan → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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