Ken Tanaka
Meeting Hall > Kitchen
The days had gone by at a steady pace, as nothing out of the ordinary happened. Ken had done as he was told, and had gone to Lelei. Allowing her to check on his healing wound. His check ups went smoothly, as he had been careful not to let the cut get infected. Though, it could be noted that every now and then when he left, he also left with several bandages. Bandages that weren't used for his cut on the cheek, nor were they used for anything known. He also left with some items meant for cleaning wounds.

During these days he did go the gym to train/practice a bit. Surprisingly enough, he actually was capable of keeping his mouth shut long enough to learn something, without getting his ass kicked. Not only that, but after giving up on trying to get his knife back. He simply took another one of the knives that were in the kitchen, a hunter's blade. One that was of decent length and had a sheathe that accompanied it. This blade was something he kept a very close eye on, and was one he let others know he possessed as well. To make sure SOMEONE doesn't go around and try to jack his stuff AGAIN.

The days had been bearable. But, he of course knew this wouldn't last. After all, only one trial happened...it never could end at just one, could it? Sadly, just as he assumed, the small bit of peace was disturbed once more. As a Monokuma announcement rung throughout the forsaken building.

Though reluctant he found his way to the meeting point, and leaning against a far wall he petted Loki as he listened to the motive. Though he betrayed no emotion, he felt his heart skip several beats at the mention of secrets. And then it skipped several more when he was informed that someone, in this room will learn about his secret. Softly biting the inside of his lip he pulled out his monopod after Monokuma left. Starring at it in silence he was hesitant to even turn it on. '....If I learn who has my secret, or learn who's secret I have. Wouldn't that just be an unneeded risk? Wouldn't it be best to be in the dark about someone else's business? Would me knowing change or help me in this situation?' He thought as he glanced around at the others to see who was looking at the pad. 'That...being said, which secret do they have on me?' He wouldn't lie about this, he had secrets. Secrets he preferred to stick with him and maybe, just maybe a select few.

'At the top of my head, there're only two things I don't want people to know. Neither here, or the public.... One thing was chosen, I think, but which one? And who has it???' "Fuck." He whispered as he finally turned on his pad and looked at the information given to him. A grimace, all be it a short one went on his face before once more changing his features to portray as little as possible. 'They went with secret A. Cause fuck me right? At least I was right on the not both thing, but damn it.' He thought as his other hand subconsciously moved to his wrist/forearm (which of course was covered by his jacket) which he started to gently rub. 'This, it....Its fine. It's a painful blow, especially if people start learning it, but....but I...I'll figure it out, I have to.' Closing his eyes he shook his head before scrolling down some to see who's secret he had.

'What secret do I have he-..................' Ken's thoughts stopped in it's tracks as he read the secret. Taking a small and slightly uneasy gulp he starred at the screen in silence. 'Are...you fucking kidding me?? This, if my secret is true then that means this one is as well right? I just...cant believe that..' His hand slowly moved up and turned off the pad before he put it back in his pocket. Closing his eyes he brought a hand up and rubbed the back of his head. "Plan? Can we even have one in this situation? With these secrets out, though we know who has what its just.... Its going to be hard to trust anyone in any plan that's made. Fucking hell...how did the shit toy eve...even get... I just...fuck." He grumbled his tone lacking any of the usually jokes and mirth it averagely had as he was trying to process all of this.

"This........I need a bit to process, just everything. Though lets get something clear. I fucked up last trial and let myself get attacked, if one of you do plan on committing a murder..." He started, his tone cold as he pushed off the wall. Letting his hand fall to his side he let out an exasperated sigh before giving a small shake of his head. "Forget it...tossing threats wont get me anywhere. Try not to kill ya? How about that? No killing and stealing (he sent a small glare to Grifter, before turning his gaze to the kitchen). And we could all get along fucking swimmingly........................................... I don't want there to be a second trial...." A groan left him as he walked over to the kitchen while giving everyone a dismissive wave. "Whatever, my amazing mind cant think straight on an empty stomach. If someone comes up with a stupid plan, do be sure to let me know. I do love a good laugh~" He said with a hum in a tone as a forced smirk was place on his lips. Putting his hands back in his pocket, he walked off, as he lightly thumbed the sheathed blade in his pocket, as he contemplated.
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Lelei Vivecca ~ SHSL Pharmacist

The days went by rather peacefuly for Lelei. She got up in the morning, had a shower, ate some food and well....did nothing useful apart from checking over Ken's bandages. Though there wasn't exactly much conversation between them anymore. It saddened Lelei but she no longer felt like anything she said to him would be recieved well. She felt like it'd be better if she just disappeared.

Then came Monokuma's annoucement and with that trouble. When she herd of the new motive her heart began to race immediately. There was only one terrible thing it could mean for her....but...surely not? No one knew about it. The whole thing was dismissed, her actions didnt come to light.


With a shaky sigh she took out the beeping tablet and pressed onto the new tab. And there it was staring back at her. Her whole body trembled, her heart beating fast and hard. It felt like it would jump out of her chest any second. How could they find out about this? How was it possible.... and of course.. Monokuma goes and twists the situation to make her out to be the bad person. Of blood course.

She switched to the next tab to see who's secret was given to her. Upon reading it she almost wanted to laugh. How ironic... then...the last tab. Time to find out who she might have to explain herself to.

When the name appeared on her screen her eyes went wide and it felt like the whole world around her paused briefly. This could not have been worse. She swallowed, sliding the tablet back into her pocket. Her eyes quickly darting around the room, pausing briefly on the two people mentioned in her tablet. It seemed Lelei could not escape her past after all, it was returning to haunt her now at the worst time.

She couldn't take just standing there, not for any longer. Lelei quickly turned on her heel and ran out of the room, bringing her arm up to cover her face as she bolted to the only place she felt somewhat safe in...the medical room. Her safe space away from all this mess.
 
Tetsuya entered the room, pleasantly humming a laid back tune as he adjusted his neat clothes. Now of course he was curious about this pointless drivel the bear went on and on about, something about secrets, something about a motive, quite frankly it all felt plain and boring. After all who would kill over a dumb little secret? Petty school children? Cheating housewives? Well as far as he knew, the smiling doctor wouldn't dare kill over something so childish.

That is, until he opened the first tab.

"Oh . . ." Tetsuya looked up and around the room, this could complicate things so to speak. None the less, he kept relatively calm. Making a face as one would if they passed by a missing dog poster on their way to work, catching their attention but not enough to cause a panic. He then opened the second tab, and his calm grin turned up a little more than usual. But his eyes were still cheery and blank, "Well well, this is interesting." He mumbled, barely a whisper as his lavender hued eyes gazed down at the secret before him. Maybe his peers weren't so boring after all, but the question still stands; who held his secret? How long would it be till they go spewing it out like vomit from a drunkard stumbling from a bar?
His free hand combed through his hair as he thought, analyzing the reaction of each student. Maybe he could guess? But at the same time, with secrets like the one he received, these low lives might all act the same way.
"Plan?" Tetsuya perked up (While holding back the urge to point out how juvenile Ken's statements are), "Well first off we shouldn't overreact. No matter what we now know it doesn't really matter, our main priority is escape, and we shouldn't let these trivial secrets drive us to murder. Simple."

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Hiro Doku - SHSL Poisoner

Not that he was particularly trying to, Hiro stood near the back of the group as the dreaded motive was revealed, his first instinct of course was to just ignore it, but alas others were more impulsive and had already started the chain reaction of terror and despair. Perhaps that was better really, instead of blindly trusting others not to open the tabs everyone knew who had theirs, and more to it Monokuma limited sharing so damage control was not impossible. However... Some of the reactions had proven to be quite troubling. There were talks of a... Plan. And it boiled down to blind hope that others won't overreact and do something stupid, or worse, something smart.

"Trivial secrets?" Hiro decided to cut in whilst reading through his own Pad. "What makes you think all of us have silly bed-wetting stories? Don't take this motive lightly, secrets are a powerful motivator. Many would kill to keep theirs and many more to learn others." His voice was detached, as if he wasn't even part of the group but an outside narrator. "Quite a few strong reactions. Could be bad, despair is a powerful force, we should know better than to underestimate it by now." He sighed audibly. "But I agree, focusing on getting out should be a priority, and yet I don't think that is a possibility right now. The tension is too high to just drop it." Hiro crossed his arms and furrowed his brow gazing somewhere into the distance.

"We can't even game the system and deal with the severity of secrets on our own because he will just share it with the world. It's hard to admit but there is nothing we can do about that." He truly believed it too. It frustrated him deeply that he couldn't do anything to combat this situation and he did his best to hide it lest it be a tell for others to use against him. Now more then ever a clear mind was needed and yet it eluded him so. He pocketed the Pad felt the blade inside his pocket grow heavier. For now he would stick around and listen to what the others have to say, maybe they would have more luck clearing their mind than he did.
 
Haruka Yukimura, SHSL Special Tactics Law Enforcement Unit, 6th Division
In the following days after the fateful trial, Haruka focused her attention on exploring the newly unlocked rooms, with the intention of finding information about their captors, and for any possible weaknesses they could use in their advantage to put an end to this charade once and for all. And as Lady Fortune would have it, it was Haruka's lucky day; on the day before the motive's announcement, Haruka noticed something peculiar in the laboratory room: in the back of the room, almost hidden behind the machinery, there was a robot maintenance bay, and standing on the charging platforms, there were three broken Monokumas posing in a rather unusual fashion.

The leftmost Kuma, which for some reason was colored red instead of the usual black, held his arms as if it was some kind of cowboy riding a horse, with his right arm pointing upwards while the left one pointing to the floor on its right. The other two robots, however, both of which were colored yellow and green, respectively (and with the former having a tiny set of reading glasses and the latter looking more like a "robot" rather than a "bear", for reasons Haruka didn't want to imagine), held their arms diagonally to each other, with their left arm pointing upwards and their other hand pointing down, with both arms facing away from their bodies.

'I see...'
Haruka hummed as she focused her gaze on the empty charging pod next to the red Monokuma. 'Their positions look rather familiar...some sort of code, perhaps?' Unfortunately, before Haruka could search any further, the nighttime announcement came in, and she was forced to resume her investigations the following day.

...Or that's what she hoped. The following morning, when the clock striked eight, Monokuma's grinning head flashed on the screens, asking the students to come to the meeting hall. "Figures." One didn't have to be a genius to know what Monokuma had in store for them this time, and it definitely wasn't anything good. And just as expected, when the last student entered the meeting hall, Monokuma had announced their second motive; if in the following 48 hours a murder didn't happen, then everyone's darkest secrets will be shared to the public. And to make matters worse, each of the students had someone else's secret in their possession, and each student knew exactly who had their secret. 'In short, this is yet another avoidable tragedy waiting to happen.'

Haruka didn't even have to turn on the PDA to know what "dark secret" Monokuma had in store for her, yet she did anyway. '...Thought so.' All things considered, Haruka wasn't really surprised that the Ultimate Despair caught wind about what she did back in Towa City; in fact, it was only a matter of time that Future Foundation itself would've gotten in the loop about it. Yet despite knowing all this, Haruka couldn't bring herself to tell it to anyone, partly out of shame, and partly because of how hienous and deplorable her action was. After reading the first tab, Haruka briefly closed her eyes and sighed. '...And this is the motive that is supposed to make me betray the very values Future Foundation fights for? Tsh, how pathetic.' Haruka glanced over the second and third tabs, mainly to know on whom she had to keep a close eye on in the following two days, and then tucked the PDA into her pocket.

"Interesting. That may have been your first sensible thought ever since we got here, Doku."
Haruka replied, yet her face remained emotionless as ever. "However, as much as I despise to admit it, I have to agree with Kagome. If someone is so weak-willed as to be driven to murder just because someone would reveal their dark secrets to everyone, however serious or despicable they may be, does not deserve to be called a member of Future Foundation. As for your question, Hayabusa, there is no plan to be made here. The only logical approach that would guarantee the safety of everyone is to simply ignore this motive altogether, our reputation be damned." Having said that, Haruka headed towards the exit. "In any case, this was all just a waste of time, and I don't intend to stay here any further. Farewell." However, as she was leaving through the door, she added: "And speaking of finding a way out, someone please check the Monokumas in the Laboratory Room. We may have found some use to that hunk of junk we have standing in the Dining Hall." Then, Haruka headed towards the medical room; it was about time she had her bandages changed.


When Haruka opened the door to the medbay, Lelei was already there. Without saying a word, Haruka headed to the bandage cabinet and placed one roll on the counter.

"How are you holding up?"
Haruka asked Lelei, for no other reason than to kill time, as she removed the bandages from her missing arm.

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Lelei Vivecca ~ SHSL Pharmacist

Lelei was a little startled when she heard the door open to the medical room. She had been hovering over a pack off pills, though at the sudden noise behind her she grabbed them off the counter and slipped them into the pocket of her lab coat. When she turned her head to look who entered the room she was a little surprised to see Haruka there. Quickly she looked away, looking down at the floor as she slowly moved towards one of the medical beds, leaning her back against it as she slowly pushed herself up onto it to sit there, her feet just barely reaching the floor. She twiddled her thumbs a little till she heard Haruka speak, looking up at her as she began to take off her bandages.

"Oh.... I'm fine... It's just a little unexpected I guess." Lelei sighed, was she fine? She honestly didn't know herself. Of course, this wasn't anything she would kill over but to having something like this brought up from her past was certainly distressing. Even more so since Monokuma was completely twisting the situation to make her seem like a horrible human being. Then again, she was....wasn't she? No matter how you tried to explain it, in the end she did the act she was accused of, and she didn't even feel bad about it. No, the only thing she felt was relief when it happened. Lelei groaned a little, shaking her head. She brought her hand up to her face and brushed her hair to the side.

"How about you?.... Is your arm healing alright?" She asked, her eyes shifting to the lump where the rest of Haruka's arm should be. Lelei was itching to go over to her, offer to help clean and bandage it, but she knew it wasn't her place, she had no real experience in this stuff and she didn't want to make the same mistake as she did with Ken, the way he looked at her, his whole body language in that moment was much too familiar and not in a good way. So instead of offering her help she just sat there, gnawing on her lip. "How did...it...happen?" She asked, quickly realising how out of line her question was. "Ahh sorry... I shouldn't... It's none of my business." Lelei quickly added, feeling a little flustered.

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Haruka Yukimura, SHSL Special Tactics Law Enforcement Unit, 6th Division
Haruka carefully placed the old bandages aside and examined her wound. Even after two months, it was still hard for her to come with terms that her left arm was gone, and the fact that the mechanical one she was supposed to have installed today would have to wait due to this cursed killing game didn't make her feel any better. But despite her inner discomfort, Haruka's gaze didn't falter, and she proceeded to cover the stump with the new bandages.

"Considering that I'm missing half of my arm, I believe it's healing alright." Haruka said as she applied the bandages. When Lelei asked about her missing arm, Haruka briefly looked at her and sighed. "No, it's fine. You needn't apologise." After taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Haruka replied: "I lost my arm two months ago, while I was on a mission in Towa City. Our...My mission was to rescue and escort a VIP to HQ as soon as possible. Unfortunately, we were assaulted by...robot Monokumas, for a lack of a better term, as we were on our way to the extraction zone... It goes without saying that the mission was a failure; most of my squad was killed on the spot, the VIP was re-captured, and the few of us that still remained had scattered deeper the city." Haruka paused as she finished bandaging her arm. "It took us almost three weeks to escape from the island and send a distress message to Future Foundation. Initially, only twelve of us survived the initial onslaught; only three of us managed to get out from that hellhole alive." Haruka's gaze briefly darkened as she finished that sentence. "Sometime during those three weeks, me and five others were assaulted by a swarm of those things...While we were retreating into a nearby subway station, one of our squadmates, White, got himself surrounded, so I tried to help him while the rest of the team covered me...Yet sadly, that wasn't enough." Haruka sighed. "One of the robots attacked me from the side, tearing apart my left arm and completely severing the nerve...I would've been killed if Ace, one of my squadmates, had missed his shot." Haruka briefly went quiet, before resuming: "What happened after that was a blur; I faintly remember signalling White to follow me, and that in the end he reached the subway station with me, but after that...I must've passed out, since when I woke up, I was in some sort of underground shelter, with my left arm missing, and with only three of my squadmates remaining." After making sure that her arm was properly bandaged, Haruka took a moment to throw away the old bandages into the trash can. "A few days later, despite my teammates concerns, we left, or more precisely, were forced to leave the shelter by the locals; most of them weren't very keen on Future Foundation members being under their roof. Then, three or four days later, we managed to get hold of a working ship in the docks, but..." Haruka briefly paused. "One of us stayed behind, and tried to hold off a swarm of Monokumas while the rest of us set the ship in motion... Everntually, he was overwhelmed, and was forced to detonate a grenade and blow up the pier in order to buy us some time." After a moment of silence, Haruka sighed. "It goes without saying that his plan worked, and the three of us managed to set sail and get to the nearest shore." '...But at what cost? Damn it, just why the hell did you have to act like a damn hero, you idiot...?!'


When Haruka finished, she leaned on the counter and crossed her arm, her face as expressionless as always. "...And that's the whole story about how I lost my arm. Initially, I was supposed to get a replacement installed today, however, given our current circumstances, that is very unlikely to happen."


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Frowning, Momouru stared at his Monopad's screens. This.. This wasn't what happened! Well, it sort of was, but it wasn't like this! ...Of course Monokuma had twisted the truth into something far more heinous than it actually was. Why was he even surprised? Scowling, Momouru opened up his next tab. ...Now this was interesting. There was a good chance that what really happened was not nearly as damaging as what the words said, but even then, odds were that it was true in some way or another. And if that was the case, he had some valuable material here; even if he wasn't going to use it now, it was still something he could use later. If you make it out of here to use it later, that is, a warning voice made itself known inside Momouru's head. Said voice was quickly shushed and warned not to speak such jinxing words. Finally,he moved to the last tab, to see who had information on him; something that itself was valuable information. ...That person, huh? That could prove problematic. On one hand he didn't think that that person would do something drastic, but on the other hand Momouru wasn't the kind of person to just blindly trust another person to act as he wanted them to.

Silently, he listened to what everyone else had to say about the new motives. Some of them reacted in shock, fear, or even a borderline panic attack. Others remained calm, stoic even. "If someone is so weak-willed as to be driven to murder just because someone would reveal their dark secrets to everyone, however serious or despicable they may be, does not deserve to be called a member of Future Foundation," the policewoman had spoken. It seemed to make sense at first, but once again, Haruka's strong sense of honor was making her miss a few things. First of all, if someone was willing to kill one of their own, they more than likely wouldn't care about losing the right to be called part of Future Foundation. That was the whole point of motives like this one, after all; make people choose themselves over the collective good of the group, then use that to make the group fall apart from inside out. Second... Just because they themselves could pretend not to care about their own dark secrets didn't mean the outside world wouldn't care either. If it turned out that the Future Foundation, the one beacon of hope left in this world, was just as flawed as everyone else, then... The results would not be pretty. And though he could guess that most of these secrets were not nearly as bad as Monokuma was making them out to be, the outside world would likely not be able to reason like this. No... Once again, another murder was inevitable, that much Momouru was certain of. The only question that remained was who would kill and who would die. He just wished that he had had more time to convince the group of his reasonings...
...Well, too late for that now. He'd just have to deal with the situation as it was. Now he had four options: He could talk to the person who had his secret, to try and convince them things weren't as damning as they might seem. He could talk to the person whose secret he had, find out more about what their background was. He could talk to a completely different person, which would get him far more results than either of the two at the cost of having to give a second person his own secret. Or he could hope the whole thing would ju- ...Yeah, that just wasn't going to happen. This wasn't going to got away. So three options it was. Which one was the best one? He couldn't really tell, not with so much still being unknown. Maybe he should just test the waters a bit then...

"I feel Hiro is right though," Momouru spoke after Haruka had left the room, nodding at the Poisoner. "Secrets are very valuable assets. Trust us on that one, there is very little people won't pay to get their hands on something like this... or to make them go away. And judging by the average reaction of people here, our word of the contrary is of no real value. We... we all know what is going to happen soon. Do not lie to yourself by saying we are all above it, because we are not. Rather, use your time to search this place top to bottom, keep tabs on one another, and prepare yourself for the inevitable trial in any way you can." With that piece of 'advice', Momouru left the room and headed for the Dining Hall. First things first, he needed some coffee.
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Lelei Vivecca ~ SHSL Pharmacist

Lelei listened to the story, feeling the colour drain from her face. When Haruka finished speaking she just stared at her, briefly opening her mouth but no words came out. She didn't know how to respond, of course she was aware that things around the world weren't exactly perfect but she didn't know the extremities of it. To actually hear someones first hand experience in it....well, it was rather harrowing just thinking about it, let alone having to live it. Surrounded by despair and death for so long yet not giving into it and being able to continue on with her duties to the Future foundation. It was rather amazing for Lelei, the way she looked at Haruka now, it was different, she felt more hopeful in her presence, feeling a strong sense of respect for the woman. After all, Lelei worked for the same cause yet she had never had to step foot outside their normal safety, she was always holed up in the labs working away on the projects or sorting out the medication rations and stock. It was nothing compared to this.

"It....that... ahh, I'm sorry you had to go through that..." she finally said, breaking the silence again. "But....that's pretty amazing.. Through all that you didn't give into it.. To think that we have someone like that among us...." she said with a soft sigh, kicking her feet a little against the floor. "It makes me feel like we can make it through this....that maybe even someone like me can make it." Lelei nodded softly, looking down at her feet now. Her mind went back to the person she mentioned who stayed behind, a horrible way to die...but, it did save the rest. She gnawed on her lip as she fell deep into thought for a minute, she could only hope that maybe her death would be that helpful, because let's face it, her survival odds weren't great but maybe..just maybe she could make it through this, and if not maybe her death can spare someone else from meeting such a cruel fate.

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Hiro Doku - SHSL Poisoner

It was unfortunate but it seemed no one had any genius ideas on how to deal with this issue. What's more he was sure that everyone knew this motive would work, though he didn't feel any sort of remorse he wondered if keeping his mouth shut would have made the situation less tense. Alas he wasn't the type to question his decision, everyone was attentive now, maybe before they died they would help find something more about this place. "Well that seems about it then, the most we can do is keep our eyes and ears open and try not to be killed. I'll be around if you need me." Hands in pockets he took off towards the kitchen mulling over how to approach this next situation. It required a bit more tact and skill than he realistically had.

He stepped into the room merely a minute after Momouru had gotten there. Ken was there as expected. Hiro sighed internally, he wasn't a fan of being wrong, even less so of admitting it. He cleared his throat before speaking. "I hope you're listening because I won't be repeating myself. I was wrong about you and I was wrong to take you knife. It was an exercise in futility, there are weapons aplenty around." Hiro retrieved the knife from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of Ken making eye contact. "I am sorry, Ken." Much to his detriment Hiro was as neutral looking as he usually is, whether or not he truly felt sorry was not something others would be able to tell from his demeanor alone, he was courteous, polite but whether or not he had shown any true remorse over his past decision was something that maybe even he wasn't entirely sure about. "Perhaps we should talk more, but I don't wanna waste time around here. Come on, there's apparently a lab now, I want to give it a once over, an extra pair of eyes wouldn't hurt." He started towards the door out of the dinning hall before stopping and turning. "Oh and feel free to join us after you're done with your coffee, Momouru."

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Ken Tanaka
"Why is it so hard to think?" A tired tone left Ken's lips as leaned against the counter, right next to a rather happy bird. One, who was enjoying a bowl food of various seeds and spices thanks to Ken. "At least someone is happy~Lucky you. Hey, if you ever wanna switch bodies or something like that, just give me a heads up~" Shaking his head, he pushed off the counter so he could go grab a variety of fruits for his breakfast. As he sliced up the fruit , he let his mind wander. Of course keeping aware of his surroundings and of Loki. Though, for the most part he wasn't focused on his food, but rather on what's next. What were the best steps to ensure his survival? Who should he talk to? Who should he avoid? Should he find someone to confide to using Monokuma's rule of telling just one person? Should he just forget them all and just hide in his room? Though admittedly, that option wouldn't be productive. Honestly, if anything the isolation would prove to be a danger in itself. This trail of thought lead to other questions, ones which currently filled his head to the brim.

A pained groan of exasperation left Ken, as he carefully sliced his fruits before putting them into a bowl. His teeth lightly grit, as he gave himself the time he needed to think. 'Secrets. It just had to be that..... Of course it did. The use of secret had been a tactic Monokuma used before, so it shouldn't be a surprise he used them again. How on earth he got mine is beyond me. I mean come on! When someone buries something in their past underneath a shit ton of other stuff, one should expect said secret to never be found! But nooo...fuck....just fuckin.' At this he stopped cutting and placed the kitchen knife to the side. Grabbing the edges of the counter he leaned forward a bit and took several deep breaths. Closing his eyes he focused a bit more, as he ignored the growing pangs in his gut and chest.

'Freaking out, ha, that is a sure fire way to get myself offed. I need to come to terms, not only with the situation at hand, but with the I have power over someone. Of course the reverse applies here. Someone has power over me because of my secret. Even if I don't use the secret, the fact I can is threat enough.'
Looking to his side he pulled out his monopod and turned it on to once more look at the secrets, and who had what. Reading through it again, he absorbed each word rather than just skimming it like he did earlier.

'My secret is personal. However when it comes to legality, its nothing. Though, I feel secrets that are personal, may have a better effect on people. After all, who gives a damn about what crimes were committed? If the secrets are vague anyone could just say the crime happened during the incident. If that is the case surely no one would bat an eye ya? Unless...when the deadline is up. Monokuma not only gives out the secrets to the world, but gives out greater detail as well. If that happens...then any lies we make to protect ourselves here will be found out in an instant. Trust would be outright shattered..... No, I'm looking too much into this. Monokuma wants a murder before the deadline, not after. That means these secrets have to have a strong, immediate effect on people. A good way to go about that is to attack, well...threaten. Someone's character, reputation, things of that nature. It takes years to build something like that up. If just the right secret comes out. Years of hard work could come crashing down. That...that is something people may kill for. That being thought, I shouldn't assume, or at the very least be certain, that the person who's secret I have will kill me or attempt it.' S
hoving the pad back into his jacket. Ken raised a hand and rubbed the back of his head in frustration. All of this was so damn annoying, and not to mention stressful. Trying to piece together what was a threat, who was an ally. All of it. Just....It was just becoming too stressful.

Slowly opening his eyes he pushed off the counter to resume his work. Despite the pain it was bringing him to think of all of this. The thought that he could die or that another murder was going to happen. It wasn't easy to handle. Sadly, he knew he needed a clear mind if he wanted to do anything productive. 'Someone who I have nothing to do with could make an attempt. I cant forget that. After all, suspicion would fall onto the person who's secret I have. At least at first. This also begs the question, how damning is everyone else's secrets? What are they? Are they worth killing for? What's Flames? Or Tits?? Is either of their secrets such a problem they would go after someone?' Biting the inside of his cheek he started to push his fruits into a nearby bowl. 'Is it safe to continue training with him? Since we aren't allowed to blurt out our secrets we cant... I cant trust anyone. Its just too risky. I dont want to doubt Flame, hell! I don't want to doubt Tits! But just....trusting them. I know I cant. Not with my life. Only one other person, besides myself can I give full trust to. And no one here has that honor.'

Taking a deep breath he moved over to sink and started to wash the knife he had used, though he was going about it in an absent minded way. 'I cant trust.....because I refuse to die here. I shouldn't go see Lelei about my injures, at least not alone. I shouldn't go to training either. Again, not alone. A murder wont happen if there are three people in a room. As long as there is someone else, I don't care who. Then, and only then it should be safe to meet up with someone. I know I'm being paranoid. But god fucking damn it! I have only one life! I cant die because some idiotic ideal like trust got in my way!!'

His heart was slamming into his chest, and his eyes darted down to his hands as he shakily gulped. 'Come on me, we got through the first trial. Don't let your nerves get to you now. Sure............This stress, and fear...it hurts like fucking hell. The constant worrying of betrayal. Having to look over my shoulder ever second. I...I just want this all to stop. I need to go back to Kaede, see his smile, hear his laugh and joy. Being away from him, unaware of Monokuma truly kept his promise. I just cant...I just...my chest, my head.... All this pain...the looking over my shoulder every second. It's agony, and I don't want it. But, I can avoid it, cant I?'

'All I have to do is become the blackend......'

When this thought crept into his mind, he instantly dropped the knife in the sink and immediately backed away. Reaching out, his right hand gripped his left forearm. The grip was so tight it caused him to wince. 'What the ever living fuck!?' Raising his left hand up to his eyes he silently observed it. 'Stop!' He thought as he watched his hand shake vigorously. 'I'm losing my composure! Why...why would I fucking think that!!??' To say he was nervous, would be quite the understatement, the pit in his stomach was festering. The possibilities of what could happen as well as the realities of what will happen, was weighing heavily on his mind. Sadly, his entire demeanor showed just that. His stomach lurch as the idea and possibility of his own death hanged heavy over his head. 'Stop thinking something like that! Killing!??!' Reaching into his pocket he grabbed the hunters blade that resided there and swiftly unsheathe it. With a death lock on the blade gritted his teeth tightly. 'Calm down!!' His eyes were locked elsewhere as he began to lowe-

Before any thing was done, the door opened. Ken's eyes darted over to see who entered and at the same time he swiftly put the knife back in his pocket, with the sheathe once more on it. Taking a deep breathe, and slowly exhaling, he slapped that signature smirk on his face. Shoving all his anxiety, fear, stress away in an instant, as he forced his hands and body to stop shaking. It wasn't an easy thing to do. After all there was so much on his mind. That being said he refused to show even a hint of weakness. To anyone.

Upon seeing it was Monouru, he paid little attention to the man. As he let out a small hum while he walked over to grab the fruit bowl. "Okay missy, I think that's enough of gorging yourself. Lets go look around some ya? Might be some fun things just laying around which I can use to fuck with Tits~" A snicker left him as he reached out to have Loki step on his finger. Once she did he set her on his shoulder. Merely a moment after she got on his shoulder, did the door opened again. Ken's eyes once more went over to see who entered. When he saw it was none other than Hiro, his body went stiff. He watched as the man approached him, which only made him all the more wary of the others intent. 'I swear to god if this fucker asks me to meet him in some solitary location...'

Though his initial instinct was to leave immediately as he did have everything he needed. He went against it and instead choose to stay. Standing his ground he tilted his head to the side, curious of what the other had to say to him. Not a word left, as he listened to Hiro speak, and as he watched him remove the blade from his pocket. After the apology was done, Ken looked at Hiro then back at the knife and once more at Hiro. Raising a brow he let out a small chuckle. "I cant tell if you are being serious. Or if this is some kind of mind game." There was a hint of relief in his words, but what he was relieved about could be anyone's guess.

Reaching out he took the knife and inspected to see if it had been messed with in anyway. "Well looky here, it wasn't taken apart and the blade is still unused. Nice, nice~Well then." He hummed as that smirk went back on his face. "Seeing as I'm such a forgiving person~And seeing as you did return my beloved knife back, though it did take you awhile. I'll accept the apology. Even if you don't fully mean it~Now! As for going to the lab....." Putting the knife back into his pocket he looked over at the door as he silently considered what he was going to do next. Sure he had been intending to go look around once more anyway...but should he do it with Hiro of all people?

".............Mmmmmm Okay~If Momouru comes along I'll go as well."
Ken stated simply as he popped a piece of mango into his mouth. 'I'll just take a quick look around...then I need to go back to my room to calm down. If I cant get rid of some of this stress, this anxiety..........don't think about it. I'll be fine, just look around and head straight back for my room...' With a small hum he moved over to the door as he popped another piece of fruit into his mouth. He made sure his features didn't display even a bit of his concerns or pain. No weakness, he wont show it to acquaintances, so he sure as hell wouldn't show it to these guys.
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Logan Vickson-SHSL Card Teller
Logan looked down as his PDA as he felt it buzz in his pocket. He read the motive, the new secret he was given and looked around a bit. He put his PDA away, this was getting crazy, he would glanced around to gauge any reactions maybe figure who got a secret of his. This bear was trying to put a wrench between them, make them question each other's trust, and of course it would most likely work, not like he could figure it out before it happened since the damn bear had his card.

"This damn bear, first he takes my cards then he wants to throw around our secrets" He looked to wear he had vanished from and gripped his fists, he was playing them like a fiddle, he could push them to murder with ease, of course he would continue trying until he got his way or he dropped dead. Logan was hoping for the latter.

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Tetsuya Kagome

“Still upset about those cards?”
Tetsuya folded his arms as he approached the clearly frustrated Logan, “Tell me, what is more valuable? The lives of others including yourself,” He briefly removed his glasses cleaning them off with his shirt before casually placing them back onto his face. “Or a stack of mass produced cards that really in this situation . . . Oh how do I put this? Really have no use? Yes that’s it.” Tetsuya happily snapped one of his fingers, giving a cheery and lighthearted grin.

“But really,” His voice lowered, not threateningly but like a parent lecturing a whining and blubbering child. “How about we I don’t know, grab a bite or something? Ha! No use being so upset over these childish secrets, we just need to focus on getting through another day and not whining so much.” His jaw clenched, and Tetsuya tapped on his chin with a single finger, thinking to himself. Thinking how worked up everyone was getting, how hypocritical! Why hope and whine about ‘being forced to murder’ if you practically drive yourself to murder by stressing out so much? Honestly, these people!

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Tatsuya Yamazaki - SHSL Street Fighter
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It had been uneventful, and thus peaceful, and yet boring. It wasn't something of which to complain per say, but Tatsuya still found it difficult to cope with the terms of his captivity. Being cooped up in a relatively small place for so many days on end was something he would never get used to, no matter the resources he was provided with, no matter what activities he busied himself with. He wasn't being schooled but he hated being walled up inside an academy, it seemed needless and felt suffocating. At least, when the world had been falling apart, anarchy allowed for some volatile semblance of freedom. The autonomy to move around, barred only by the demands of his capricious environment. Perhaps it was too much freedom, in lacking attachment to any such place or figure aside from the Future Foundation. But he was allowed some degree of independence and discretion, back then. What he had now...

It didn't compare in the slightest. Day in, day out, it felt. He was restless, not yet annoyed, but felt agitated knowing his situation wasn't likely to change if he did not choose to take matters into his own hands. And yet the risks and rewards did not seem to weigh up. The sacrifices he needed to make were not sensible. For as long as the value to human life came into play, Tatsuya wouldn't be absolving himself of his disquietude any time soon.

Several days passed quickly. Mornings were wasted away with half-assed breakfasts and training sessions with Ken, which weren't too difficult surprisingly, in the sense that Ken didn't do anything to warrant another huge bandage plastered to the other side of his face. Afternoons and evenings demanded little of him, so Tatsuya spent them in the gym, mostly, and would head back to his dorm the moment he felt fatigue. He was only semi-present at dinner, still not trusting enough to partake of the meals the chef had cooked, and he spoke to very few except out of necessity.

He was tired, honestly. And hungry. Unsurprising, as he knew he wasn't eating properly, but although Tatsuya had spent months espousing this sub-par state of well-being, simply watching others eat well was taking a toll on him. He knew he was missing out. He had a strong will, and he was always so vigilant in avoiding any and all risks, but perhaps he was the real fool here. It would help to feel stronger, he thought. He understood the importance of a well-balanced diet and its implications upon the body. And while he was weary and could not do much to improve his sleeping patterns (given the circumstances of the murder that had taken place prior, drugs were not an option), a full meal would leave him feeling invigorated and energized. It would improve his chances at survival, he rationalized.

...That is, if the meal didn't happen to kill him first, of course.

That morning, he was up before the announcement, had showered to rid the airs of exhaustion lingering about him and sat himself on his bed, absentmindedly braiding his hair as he contemplated whether it was worthwhile to address the hunger pangs or not, with something other than a bare loaf of bread. Maybe, if he was careful about it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a bowl of miso soup this time, provided no one else who shared in the meal dropped dead before him. Maybe, if he served himself, and sat alone to eat, then just maybe...

The familiar chime of the morning announcement shed Tatsuya of his thoughts, his gaze flitting to the monitor stationed opposite him as the bear's horrendous voice suddenly flooded the room. Their captor's request was brief, and although covert, it told of something worse to come. 'Special' was surely synonymous with something devastating, especially considering it involved the lot of them. Perhaps it was another motive, Tatsuya supposed. The thought was a grim one, but void of surprise, he was hardly moved. Flicking his braid over his shoulder, the street fighter stood from his bed, collected his tablet and wasted no time in making for the meeting hall as demanded.

Everyone was familiar with the drill now. The wait had been short, and Tatsuya had hardly spent a minute or two standing off to the side of the hall before the bear had lapsed into speech. Much like Tatsuya had anticipated, the topic at hand was an uninviting sort and quite aggravating, considering Monokuma was initiating the lot of this sheerly out of boredom. Maintaining his detached front, Tatsuya remained unflinching even as the second motive was announced, and hell it sounded icky, but it wasn't unexpected, no. His secrets... there were a few, but any fact worth killing over seemed lost on him. Even as Monokuma boasted the possibility of their secrets being shared with all the world, Tatsuya felt cold and uncaring.

As if the world had the right to judge him for who he was and what he'd done. This world, that was in the process of falling apart over the horrific crimes and reprehensible ignorance of its craven people?

What a joke.

Tatsuya kept his silence as the robotic bear continued on with the circumstances surrounding the motive, alluding to the fact that their secrets had been shared with one other person within the room. Knowing this complicated the situation a little. While they were prohibited from blurting secrets, having possession of another person's in light of that individual's awareness wrought a web of friction between them all. You had an incentive to kill the one who possessed your secret to ensure no living being aside from yourself would ever know... but you also were subject to that same term, for the one whose secret you possessed. It really depended on how valuable those secrets were, that a person might act on this motive at all, but the level of distrust their group had been imbued with was not a trifling matter regardless of how everyone felt. It may not have become so obvious yet, but Monokuma was hacking away at their integrity as individuals, and people would pretend indifference for the sake of their pride, but some were sure to be squirming on the inside. Tatsuya did not know the other graduates well enough to know who was most susceptible to this sort of grueling temptation... but it was for that very reason that he couldn't afford to trust any single one of them.

Not for a moment. Not even for a bowl of miso soup. In their desperation, Alex's punishment was sure to be lost on their minds, and it was only a matter of time before a repeat of Arson's murder was going to take place. And Tatsuya's only concern? Not falling prey to this madness himself.

Tatsuya lifted his tablet as it sounded, staring at the home-screen with its ominous new icon. He didn't access the app until Monokuma had finished his spiel in its entirety, although he hardly understood the appeal in trading secrets with others. As a gesture of winning their trust, perhaps, but it seemed hypocritical in having to betray another person on that very same basis. It would serve their captor well, to divide them up like this. Not just for the purposes of this motive, but certainly for motives to come.

As Monokuma ended his speech and bounded away, Tatsuya tapped open the icon and examined the tabs available, scanning all four before considering whether it was an option to bypass this information all together. Perhaps, if no one but he was allowed access to his secret, then he might've ignored it. But he needed to know what it is that other person found out about him, if only to raise his guard against them. And he needed to know who they were as well. As to the foreign secret he received, Tatsuya really didn't care so much... but to understand its severity, in the case that person considered him a worthy target in fear of what he now knew...

Shaking his head, the street fighter opened the tab withholding his secret first. What was written there was a brief though dire statement, correct in one sense and awfully dramatic in another. And in providing absolutely no context, so incredibly vague. It was fortunate in the sense that not many details had been betrayed and could thus be kept hidden, but by no doubt would it also result in all sorts of misgivings for the one who had received his secret. The kind of impression his secret would leave upon others, at least when worded in such an unattractive way, was not going to be a good sort.

Snorting his exasperation, Tatsuya bypassed the second tab in wanting to know who it was that had been threatened with his information. It would matter only so far as it would assist Tatsuya in knowing who to be most wary of. He had no intentions of explaining his situation unless approached and given a good reason to discuss these matters; otherwise, he didn't see the harm in someone knowing of his more deplorable exploits. They would know to keep their distance from him, and that was a good thing.

...Or at least, this is what Tatsuya thought until he read the name underlying the third tab. A moment was spent where he truly, honestly hesitated, before he raised his head and glanced around the room in search of that person. It didn't matter who it was, he had told himself. But maybe it did, if only by a little. While it ultimately wouldn't affect him if that person chose not to accept him for this... and while Tatsuya could afford to completely cut ties and hold every person here at an extortionate distance...

The street fighter wasn't desperate for that. He had built rapport with this person in the past, and to see it all come crumbling down over something so pointless was...

Tatsuya shook his head, ditching a more difficult, uncertain train of thought in favour of the secret he'd been provided with beneath the second tab. Upon reading it, and in seeing who it belonged to... Tatsu merely cocked an eyebrow in question. Like his own, it was so vague, enough that it was difficult to discern specifics. What had they done exactly, and for what reason, these things were left unaddressed and Tatsuya, unable to form a well-informed conclusion, was left unimpressed. Of course, there was still a possibility that it was every bit as incriminating, avaricious and traitorous as was postulated. Or it was simply a foolish mistake on the part of the individual in question. In any case, Tatsuya didn't see it as a frightful piece of information... only that he and that person had something in common now, and it wasn't all that wonderful.

Closing off all tabs and lowering his device, Tatsuya directed his attention about him, for an indication of how everyone was faring as a result of the information they received. There were a lot of turning heads and dubious expressions, as obviously it was a lot to take in. When talk of a plan arose, Tatsuya thought it futile. In reality, the lot of this would only result in another waiting game. In 48 hours, someone was going to die, or else all secrets would be revealed. Neither outcome was any good. Only one was capable of being avoided. And Tatsuya didn't have the energy to linger on which one it would most likely turn out to be.

In hearing what Haruka had to say last, Tatsuya sighed and pivoted for the exit of the room with a similar thought in mind. To risk one's reputation was the 'correct' thing to do. For Tatsuya, who had a bit of an infamous reputation anyway, that wasn't much of an onerous request. Matters like his own, properly understood, could be excused when compared with more heinous acts. But this wasn't the same for everyone. In any case, he didn't have much of anything to contribute and at the moment, he didn't really care for what the others thought when there was so much hidden among them.

So Tatsuya left the meeting hall, and although he'd felt inclined to eat something earlier, seeing a fair few others heading in the direction of the kitchen guided the street fighter towards the gym instead. Maybe there he could clear his mind a bit... and figure out how he might deal with the individual who held his secret at the current moment. Although would it so matter when all secrets were leeched in a few days' time?

Who knew.
 
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"...I can say a lot about this damned bear,but not that he doesn't know how to get good coffee," Momouru couldn't help but sigh in comfort after taking another sip of his coffee. He didn't quite have the time to make a cup from fresh beans this time, but at least it was nice and hot, just the way coffee should be. Seriously, whoever decided that iced coffee was a good idea was an utter fool. It's like hot soda or beer; just plain wrong. Note to self: find a thermos bottle in the Storage Room to carry around coffee and keep it hot...

From his position, Momouru silently watched the scene between the Architect and the Poisoner. Apparently Hiro was trying to make up for his antics at the Courtroom earlier. Quite frankly, Momouru thought that the man had nothing to apologize for, but apparantly the two had differnet thoughts on that subject. Ken didn't seem to trust Hiro's offer though, also something which Momouru could understand. After all, that very same baseless trust was what got Arsen killed. Only a fool would head off alone with someone else to a hidden and possibly dangerous location after that had happened. What did surprise him though was the fact that the two of them wanted Momouru to come along as some kind of neutral party. ...Or perhaps they were planning to work together to kill him? No, no. First of all, neither of them had anything to gain from such an action, as far as Momouru know; only one of them would be able to get anything from it, and the other one would likely end up paying the ultimate price. Nobody would ever work together in such a scenario...

...Well, he might as well go. Sitting here wouldn't do him any good, that was for sure. Not that he really trusted either of these two people, but neither of the two would be able to do much harm in front of one another as long as the three of them all stayed together at all times. "Very well, I'll join you. Just let me put this away first," Momouru nodded as he finished the last of his coffee, then brought the cup to the kitchen and placed it in the sink. After returning a few seconds later, he pointed at the unfinished Monokuma robot. "Oh, and don't forget to take that half-destroyed Monokuma along. I haven't seen the lab myself, but apparently we need the thing there. It shouldn't be that heavy if we lift it together."

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Logan Vickson-SHSL PISSED OFF
Logan looked at Tetsuya and paused for a moment. He suddenly would stand up and wrapped his hand around the man's throat and slammed his back down on the table. Fury burned in his eyes looks like the murder would happen quicker than expected "Shut your damn mouth, you have no right to talk about them like that you piece of garbage"

He looked down at the repo-man not showing any sign of wanting to let go of him "Those cards are the most important things to me, i'm not gonna let some monochromatic jackass hurt them. You think this is some kind of joke? I'd rather cut off my fingers one by one then eat anything with you"
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Tetsuya Kagome

Tetsuya's eyes widened for a brief moment as he was slammed down, he quickly tried to pry Logan's hands from his throat as he resisted panicking. He wanted to speak, but that would only strain his breath more. 'What would Logan gain from hurting me?' He thought to himself, clenching his jaw as he took one hand from his throat and began trying to push away Logan. As much as he wanted to rip this idiot apart with his bare hands and make him watch as he ate his organs, that wouldn't bode well with his future amongst the group.

"G-get . . . Off . . ." He managed to sputter, maybe this whining brat would listen to reason instead of their fragile ego? The real question is does Logan think this is some kind of a joke? What matters is surviving, not inanimate objects or how 'pissed off you are'. Tetsuya continued to struggle, saving actually hurting Logan as a last resort. Sure he was a sadistic asshole who would relish in seeing Logan die. But he needed to hold back, besides . . . People might not despise him as much if he's the victim to 'a brats rage'.

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Hiro Doku - SHSL Poisoner [Dinning Room > Lab?]

"If WE lift it together. Your words, not mine Momouru." Hiro made sure to properly accentuate it to ensure Momouru had no way of talking his way out of this one. His suggestion, his words, his duty. The poisoner approached the broken down bot, not his field of expertise but it sure seemed menacing. Though funnily enough he knew of a few particularly caustic substances that could be used almost as a poison for robots. Pointless really when you can just fire a missile at them as well and not have to suffer any moral scrutiny for being inhumane or something. Though if robots could feel the poison slowly draining their life away perhaps there would be some reason to do it. Perhaps some time in the future it might even happen, but for now it was merely a philosophical mind-exercise, nothing more.

He wrapped his arm around the thing and found a good hold... somewhere on the other side of the bear. It was clunky and large and definitely not meant to be carried around like this. Regardless he found a good grasp on it and gestured at others. "Come on, we're wasting time. I don't have all day to wait on you." In truth he felt like neither of them was the type to do actual legwork. A salesman, an architect and a poisoner, almost sounds like a joke about a movie villain trying to buy a trap filled mansion. Surely there was better company to keep than these two, but oddly enough Hiro felt like he could expect them to act almost properly in this kind of situation. Regardless of it all, the extra pair of eyes in the Lab couldn't hurt and would also prevent others from messing about or losing their mind by overthinking everything. He would pay close attention to them, for more than one reason too.
 
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Thalia Melete - Act 2-2 -- Sunrise and sunset
(Meeting Room)

Thalia had spend the last day trying to write something to remember Alex and Arsen by, assisted by Violet. In between the two of them, their skill with words was enough to quickly progress through the first drafts. And yet, she found herself unwilling to just use whatever came to her first, for that would be disrespectful towards the dead. They deserved more ofher time than just one afternoon, they deserved all the time she had to offer. Though of course it would take time, it was not like she had anything else to do. If nothing else, it felt like she finally could do something, as late and as little as it might be.
...Then the new motive came, thoroughly disrupting any plans she had for making a memorial to the fallen for the forseeable future. Of course Monokuma would not wait for all of them to overcome their grief; no, he would strike again while their hearts were still weakened by their previous ordeals. Some people said they should just ignore the whole motive, regardless of the consequences to their reputation. Others warned that things would not be so easy, because it would only take one person to break the pact to cause another murder. Others yet suggested that maybe they should just make the most of the time they had left to explore the buillding. Thalia herself, meanwhile, found herself stuck staring at the words on her Monopad even as the people around her started to leave. ...Nobody was like that, right? At least, not a member of the Future Foundation. Not one of their own... No. It just couldn't be true! It was just one of Monokuma's lies! And even if it wasn't, then... Then what exactly? Just trust them regardless, with all the fatal results that would follow? No. Not that. She would not stand by and watch another person get killed. Not again. Never again. She just... had to find a solution.

Her state of reverie was broken by the sounds of a fight breaking out in the same room as she was in. Looking over, she could see that Logan had his fingers wrapped around Tetsuya's neck, while the latter was trying to push the former away. "Logan, no! Stop it!," Thalia exclaimed as she ran towards the card teller and his intended victim. "Let go of him!" The actress practically leaped at Logan in an attempt to tackle him, which in turn was something she hoped would cause him to lose his grip on Tetsuya's throat."It's not worth it!"

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Ken Tanaka
Where the monobot it > heading to lab (not there yet)​

"Ah yes lifting, that activity that requires physical exertion~An activity someone like me does on a daily basis of course~" Ken said with a light hum as he remained in his spot. His eyes set on Hiro as he attempted to life the robot. "See, last I checked, my talent was an architect. So, unless my talent all of a sudden did a 180 on me without my knowledge, which could happen for all I know, I mean nothing here is normal~....This physical activity, isn't my strong suit. Well unless the activity is running and dodging a certain man~" A simple smirk graced Ken as he showed no intention of actually going out of his way to help lift that death machine. "Good news though! If you two cant lift it, I'm pleased to inform you~ There is a rather easy to anger man who will happily lift it...with a bit of prod-convincing~! Actually, if I push just the right buttons, I'm sure he'll attempt to play catch with me using said machine sooo-..." Ken's smile faltered for a bit as he shook his head and let out a dry laugh. 'Damn it.......... It seems it's getting harder for me to just joke around. Even this smile feels wrong. Its fine at first but...now? I feel like my gut is about to explode.'

Taking a small breath he looked back at the machine for a moment. He still didn't move for a time as he debated if he should bother to help. Instead, he could just ditch them and check out the lab on his own before making a quick escape to his room. When he initially thought about it, the latter seemed far more appealing. After all, being able to walk alone will give him time to clear his head on the motive. That, and if he wanted to leave without a word so he could head to his room, well there would be nothing stopping him. On the other hand.... Hiro did apologize to him, and return the knife he preferred to have, in hindsight, there was no real reason to not help carry the bot. Other than pure laziness of course...something Ken usually doesn't fall on.

"Fine fine, you can thank me and my fabulous mind later. Just know that physically speaking, I'm pretty sure there are some chicks here that are stronger than me." Shrugging he walked over to the bot and got in a different spot than Hiro. Once he found a good place to get a good grip and once Monomuru joined he lifted the thing with the others, immediately regretting his decision to help. For even with them, this damn robot was so freaken heavy! "Crist, I bet that shit toy made these things out of the heaviest possible material just to fuck with us. Lets get moving before we drop this on our toes or something."
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