Murder Game IV: Monokuma Rising

[Xibilation]

Room a: River Song (@Klutzy Ninja Kitty) and Bayonetta (@Mari) awake on the bed. Sting Eucliffe, Lector (@ShadowPrime)and Elizabeth Swann-Turner (@Xibilation) awake on the floor. William Borden (@Kirah ) awakes inside the bathroom.

PROLOGUE:

Elizabeth Swan Turner

​

Bliss.

With her new husband, Elizabeth had been happy. Their little island together was isolated, alone, and they spent all of their time together. Her and her pirate. The sand between her toes and the salty wind in her face was something she wouldn't forget.

But where in the bloody hell was she now?

Elizabeth jumped up quickly, immediately taking a defensive stance. Her lips were tight, and her posture perfect, almost giving you the impression she was royalty.

But the vulgarity of the words that flew from her mouth, plus her ragged appearance, easily took away that impression.

"Where in the bloody hell am I?" A few more curses slipped from her mouth, although they were very old curses. She pronounced her words properly, and with good English. It was quite funny, really. She looked at the strange people around her with eyes wide, and her and flew down to her belt. She frowned.

Obviously, she was missing something.

 

[Nim]

Room h: Pretty Boy (@DapperDogman) and Adain Lee (@ChemicalLove) awake on the bed. Both Yuno Gasai and Annabeth Chase (@kittyluna45) awake on the floor. Risa Megan Ward and Connor Lassiter (@Archmage Jeremiah) awake inside the bathroom.

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Yuno felt the knife in her body. The knife she had struck there, all so her one love would survive. Seeing Yukitero being taken away by Murmur made her realise she had succeeded in doing so. She fell to the ground with her eyes closed and felt as her heart beat slowly come to a stop...

It seemed like everything was over now. Her one true love had survived a game of murders with her help, and now he was going to rule over reality while she will go to oblivion. But that was okay.

She had time with him for two of her. Literally.


But suddenly she felt her back against something. Something hard. Opening her eyes, she saw a celling above her. Was this how the afterlife looked it? Seemed weirder than what she thought it would be. Except she felt that she had a body, which could possibly mean that she is still alive. Which means she could still get back to Yukitero!

Moving to a sitting position quickly, Yuno looked around. There was another person beside her, and a couple of people on a bed. She got up to her feel while checking her body. The knife was still on her, except it moved to be hidden in the back of her pants, under her shirt. That was good. That was very good. She looked at the two people in the bed and gave them a worried look "Uhm... Do you... Do you know where we are?" She asked with a shy tone.

 

[Josh M]

@Krieg
@york

As Korra and Cosmo talked, screaming of a child gained Cosmo's attention. Being a good dog, Cosmo called out to the girl, trying to ease her worries.

"It's okay little one! It's okay! Cosmo promise. We're in same boat."



Almost on cue, the young lady Cosmo was in the bathroom with woke up. Out of joy, Cosmo moved back towards the girl and began licking her face, like dogs do.

"Cosmo is good dog, no need to worry, little girl . Cosmo was here whole time.. Cosmo was makink sure little girl was safe. Little girl's name is Ruby, da? Cosmo just read Ruby's mind. Cosmo can do that. Also Cosmo can talk. Ruby probably noticed."

 

[York]

Korra's eyes went wide "how many of us are there?" She mumbled seeing three more people awake and looking equally as puzzled as her. "Does anyone know where we are?" She asked loudly.
@Josh M
@Ziogen
@york
@Krieg

Ruby jumped a little, but turned towards the voice that seemed to come from nowhere in particular, she realized an older woman had made her way into the room at some point, but she hadn't noticed as she was too busy wondering about that dog here. He seemed quiet though so Ruby turned towards the woman again and shrugged "I dunno... I just woke up." she said, pausing for a moemnt before speaking again "Are we still in Beacon Academy?" she asked, cocking her head a little. It was probably a stupid question, sure, but she wondered if she had just fallen asleep in the bathroom or something and forgotten what had happened the day before.

 

[York]

As Korra and Cosmo talked, screaming of a child gained Cosmo's attention. Being a good dog, Cosmo called out to the girl, trying to ease her worries.

"It's okay little one! It's okay! Cosmo promise. We're in same boat."



Almost on cue, the young lady Cosmo was in the bathroom with woke up. Out of joy, Cosmo moved back towards the girl and began licking her face, like dogs do.

"Cosmo is good dog, no need to worry, little girl . Cosmo was here whole time.. Cosmo was makink sure little girl was safe. Little girl's name is Ruby, da? Cosmo just read Ruby's mind. Cosmo can do that. Also Cosmo can talk. Ruby probably noticed."

Ruby was quite surprised to see the dog speak not to mention starting to lick her face, he'd also guessed her name before she'd even said anything, but she couldn't help but smiel... "I guess you're just as friendly as Zwei is! Aww..." she said, giggling a little before petting Cosmo. For the moment, she was a little distracted, but she couldn't help but wonder when this dog had learned how to talk, or well... Read minds for that matter, she'd never heard of anyone that could do that yet.

 

[Klutzy Ninja Kitty]

"....Shit. Didn't work." If he was full power...hmm. He shrugged and listened in alongside Lector to see if the door would reply.

Room a: River Song (@Klutzy Ninja Kitty) and Bayonetta awake on the bed. Sting Eucliffe, Lector (@ShadowPrime) and Elizabeth Swann-Turner (@Xibilation) awake on the floor. William Borden (@Kirah ) awakes inside the bathroom.

Bayonetta came to consciousness. As she got up from the bed, she looked around and saw others. Strangers.

"What bloody twist of fate brought me here?" she whispered to herself. She tried recalling her last memory:

"Well, that adventure's going to have to continue later" she said softly to herself.

Then, Bayonetta turned her attention to the others in the room.

"Good morning boys and girls," she playfully greeted.

"Might any of you shed light on why we're here? Or might one or all of you actually be responsible for bringing me here?"

Room a: River Song (@Klutzy Ninja Kitty) and Bayonetta (@Mari) awake on the bed. Sting Eucliffe, Lector (@ShadowPrime)and Elizabeth Swann-Turner (@Xibilation) awake on the floor. William Borden (@Kirah ) awakes inside the bathroom.

PROLOGUE:

Elizabeth Swan Turner

​

Bliss.

With her new husband, Elizabeth had been happy. Their little island together was isolated, alone, and they spent all of their time together. Her and her pirate. The sand between her toes and the salty wind in her face was something she wouldn't forget.

But where in the bloody hell was she now?

Elizabeth jumped up quickly, immediately taking a defensive stance. Her lips were tight, and her posture perfect, almost giving you the impression she was royalty.

But the vulgarity of the words that flew from her mouth, plus her ragged appearance, easily took away that impression.

"Where in the bloody hell am I?" A few more curses slipped from her mouth, although they were very old curses. She pronounced her words properly, and with good English. It was quite funny, really. She looked at the strange people around her with eyes wide, and her and flew down to her belt. She frowned.

Obviously, she was missing something.

Room a: River Song (@Klutzy Ninja Kitty) and Bayonetta (@Mari) awake on the bed. Sting Eucliffe, Lector (@ShadowPrime)and Elizabeth Swann-Turner (@Xibilation) awake on the floor. William Borden (@Kirah ) awakes inside the bathroom.

@Atomyk

While waiting for the door to reply as well, River turned to the new people who had awoken.

"Well, well, I see more of this lot have returned to the world of the conscious. Who might the two of you be?" River questioned Elizabeth and Bayonetta.

 

[C.T.]

"We're still trying to figure that out." Lector replied, hovering over to Elizabeth. "Sting-kun just tried to blast the door down. It didn't work...some dragon slayer he is." He teased, prompting Sting to grumble something that sounded like shaddup. Lector just grinned. "Are you a pirate?"

 

[Atomyk]

While waiting for the door to reply as well, River turned to the new people who had awoken.

The door lets out some sort of sigh.

"Won't be long now," it seems to say.

 

[kittyluna45]

Room h: Pretty Boy (@DapperDogman) and Adain Lee (@ChemicalLove) awake on the bed. Both Yuno Gasai and Annabeth Chase (@kittyluna45) awake on the floor. Risa Megan Ward and Connor Lassiter (@Archmage Jeremiah) awake inside the bathroom.

-------

Yuno felt the knife in her body. The knife she had struck there, all so her one love would survive. Seeing Yukitero being taken away by Murmur made her realise she had succeeded in doing so. She fell to the ground with her eyes closed and felt as her heart beat slowly come to a stop...

It seemed like everything was over now. Her one true love had survived a game of murders with her help, and now he was going to rule over reality while she will go to oblivion. But that was okay.

She had time with him for two of her. Literally.


But suddenly she felt her back against something. Something hard. Opening her eyes, she saw a celling above her. Was this how the afterlife looked it? Seemed weirder than what she thought it would be. Except she felt that she had a body, which could possibly mean that she is still alive. Which means she could still get back to Yukitero!

Moving to a sitting position quickly, Yuno looked around. There was another person beside her, and a couple of people on a bed. She got up to her feel while checking her body. The knife was still on her, except it moved to be hidden in the back of her pants, under her shirt. That was good. That was very good. She looked at the two people in the bed and gave them a worried look "Uhm... Do you... Do you know where we are?" She asked with a shy tone.

Room h: Pretty Boy (@DapperDogman) and Adain Lee (@ChemicalLove) awake on the bed. Both Yuno Gasai and Annabeth Chase (@kittyluna45) awake on the floor. Risa Megan Ward and Connor Lassiter (@Archmage Jeremiah) awake inside the bathroom.

Annabeth looked at Yuno and sighed. "As I said before, I can't answer that question... but again, I'll ask you this time, who are you?" She said and narrowed her eyes. That made three people in the room conscious as she could tell. The other person on the bed still had not said a word, and Pretty Boy had been quiet for the moment. "Also, anyone got any weapons to spare? I don't have my knife and I feel a little under-armed at the moment."

 

[DapperDogman]

Pretty boy grins, two teenage girls?!
It must be his birthday
"You two should worry about yourselves, and not about who I am" he says, willing them to do as he says
They should have obeyed him and started fighting there and then...but they didn't...he had been robbed of his powers?!
"It would seem we're all trapped in some way...but it doesn't matter"
He looked Annabeth and sighed gently "Just call me Pretty Boy...it's why most folks do"

@ChemicalLove
@Nim
@kittyluna45
@Archmage Jeremiah

 

[Reaper Jack]

A candle flickered dimly, the open flame under a constant assault from a draught gusting in lightly through a half-opened window; the light it produced waxing and waning in a predictable tandem with the forces pushing and pulling on it. The candle sat in a pewter dish atop a wooden cabinet, crafted with care and polished to a beautiful mahogany shine, smooth and rippled with the rings of the tree which had been felled to create it. What little light that emanated from it fell upon silk sheets, failing to illuminate the bed beneath them.


The sheets stirred slightly, making waves in the fabric, towards one end was a colour other than their own white, a rich and dark orange covered them, the hair of the girl sleeping beneath, laying quiet and still, unaware of her surroundings, blissful in the peace of her slumber. She was young, but no child, at a rough guess it wasn't difficult to ascertain that she was no older than fifteen, at the point where she was escaping her childlike features and close to assuming a more womanly figure, despite that she remained skinny rather than shapely, while a tight mass of subtle muscle rippled beneath her skin; she was no stranger to hard labour or perhaps, to using heavy equipment, tools or weapons, it wasn't possible to tell from a glance.

Her eyelids slid upwards slowly, letting her emerald irises roll to and fro, gazing about the room as she woke. Pulling herself upright, a hand went up to her face, rubbing against her eyes in an effort to wake herself up, while the other hand rested against the sheets, taking her weight and maintaining her position. Pulling the sheets aside, she stood up straight as she left the bed. Her hair fell down to a little way past her shoulders, the ginger locks going where they willed, unbrushed and waved, various individual hairs protruding at peculiar angles from the majority of the rich mane.

Looking about her, she picked up the dish with the candle and padded across the room, using her free hand to swivel the brass handle on the door down, pushing the door open. She stepped into the hallway, shafts of silver moonlight penetrating the windows to rest on the walls and flooring, it wasn't much, hardly enough to see by at all, but better than nothing.


The emptiness filled the space around her, the air still, silent. There was no noise, no movement, just the slight movement of the girl's nightdress in the draught coupled with the slow flickering of the candlelight. Placing one hand against the wall, she wandered along the corridor, passing several doors other than her own before coming to the door at the end of the corridor and pushing it open slowly. She was greeted by yet more darkness, the black, inky non-light pressing itself into all the available space like water in a fresh puddle.


She was in the mansion's main hall. Apart from the darkness, she could see a thin shaft of light below her, coming from outside the front door, left ajar. Furrowing her brow in confusion, she wondered why it was open at all, it should have been locked shut for some time…in fact, it had been, she had checked it herself before bed. As she descended down the wooden staircase towards it, faint voices reached her ears. She recognised none. Pressing further, she came to the bottom of the staircase. Noticing that the light seeping in from the open doorway was orange and distorted, she stepped back, not quite directly, pushing herself against the lower end of the banister, cursing wordlessly. Who are they? This isn't right…where's father? Her thoughts broadsided one load of questions after another into her mind, now fumbling clumsily for answers. Whatever this was, it was wrong, anything truly important or noteworthy would have been brought to her attention by her parents earlier in the day, it was necessary to have her present at such gatherings, they were nobles of some note after all.


She remained quiet and listened intently to the voices, on was thicker and more gravelly than the others, perhaps a leader, all the voices were male.

"…they're a dangerous heretic element, we need to ensure that all of them are dead."

"There won't be any need, the fires of retribution have already begun, the heretical offspring will burn in their beds, do not be concerned acolyte."

Heretic? Fire? Retribution? Acolyte? Dead? What did it mean?

Without any warning, a raging fire burned through the girl's mind, the vision of orange flames licking at the edges of her consciousness playing over her conscious thoughts, as if they were encasing her in a web of malicious rampage, confining her to nought but her rage and anger. And yet, in the same thought, the same space of innumerably small time; a feeling like ice gripped her being, stealing her movement and her grace, the old seeping through her flesh and bones like it was driving her through a grater...then the nausea took hold, the overwhelming urge to retch and wallow in her sickness demanding her to give in; all the while as the taste of wet iron pervaded her mouth, she'd bled before, she knew what it was. This at least, she did not find to be overly disconcerting, by itself at any rate, but combined with the rest...something was very, very wrong.

Then she woke.

Lilia's mind still swam with the unsteady residue of her dream...or perhaps it would be more accurate to say nightmare, she wasn't sure. She knew what it had been though. A recollection of that day; that fateful day which had changed so much in her life. That day which had made her what she was today. Grim and steadfast, a realist in every way. A survivor. She'd lost count o the attempts on her life now, she was a wanted woman in much of southern Europe, and the Church did not hesitate to send inquisitors beyond it's own borders.

She set herself straight, leaning on the nearest wall for support. It was white, uncomfortably so, almost sterile. Next to her was a large white basin, though she was unfamiliar with the design, she recognised the format; it was a bathtub of some description, she then assumed this was a washroom, and looking about, other basins for that purpose became apparent. She lifted one leg forward, still recovering from her groggy state, though she seemed in a stable enough state to manage now, or she did, until she thumped heavily into the door. Her mind was sound then, but her body, drilled by years of life on the road as it was, had yet to catch up. She pulled herself straight once more and headed through the door; only to be greeted by unfamiliar faces. None of the others in here were dressed as she was; she'd been in the northern climes of Scandinavia when she fell asleep, and had her green travelling cloak, fur and leather clothes, fur boots and fur and steel gauntlets on. The gauntlets were the most armour she ever travelled with, it was the most essential area to protect during swordplay, and any more steel on her would have just weighed her down. She did appear to be without Freyja, her bastard sword...sh fervently hoped she could find it...it was that sword which she owed her life to, many times, moreover, it was a family heirloom, the last piece of family she had.

Lilia stepped into the room, judging the reactions of the others to her presence.

@StarryNight
@KayThePilotChapter
@Thuro Pendragon
@ItsToppyTippers

 

[Josh M]

@york

As Ruby patted is neck, Cosmo pant heavily, wagging is tail back and forth. He's animale natural to control, as Cosmo relaxes for ruby.


Da! Da! Right there! Good! Good!! That's the spot! Ooooooohh that's sooooo good."

 

[Klutzy Ninja Kitty]

The door lets out some sort of sigh.

"Won't be long now," it seems to say.

Room a: River Song (@Klutzy Ninja Kitty) and Bayonetta (@Mari) awake on the bed. Sting Eucliffe, Lector (@ShadowPrime)and Elizabeth Swann-Turner (@Xibilation) awake on the floor. William Borden (@Kirah ) awakes inside the bathroom.

@Atomyk

When neither of the two women replied right away, River spoke to the door again. "What exactly won't be long now? A straight answer would be lovely. Otherwise I'm going to quit speaking with you and do something important with my time," she said, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor.

 

[Nim]

Yuno looked at two of them. First the girl asked if either of them had any weapons to spare, so Yuno shook her head slightly "I dont have anything either... Sorry..." She mumbled before paying attention to the boy, who introduced himself ad Pretty Boy, which seemed like an odd name to her "I'm Yuno..." She mumbled before looking around.

Approaching the door, she grabbed the knob and looked at the others "Should I... Should I try opening?" She said, attempting to make herself appear unsure and weak. She had to be certain that if its possible, she can catch anyone off guard.

@ChemicalLove
@DapperDogman
@kittyluna45
@Archmage Jeremiah

 

[kittyluna45]

Annabeth sighed. "Figures... oh well, I'll try to find something on the way. I'm Annabeth, by the way. Nice to meet you both," she said. "You can try opening, but I doubt it would be that simple. I know that I wasn't here before, but now I am. In my experience, if I find myself in a strange room, the person who put me there doesn't want me to go too easily."

She didn't like this situation. Pretty Boy? Yuno? Yuno looked like she was trying too hard to cover something up, but Annabeth wasn't sure of what yet. Pretty Boy was also an unknown, and well, she did not like that. He had looked a bit disapointed, but she wouldn't ask.


@ChemicalLove
@Nim
@Archmage Jeremiah
@DapperDogman

 

[Atomyk]

When neither of the two women replied right away, River spoke to the door again. "What exactly won't be long now? A straight answer would be lovely. Otherwise I'm going to quit speaking with you and do something important with my time," she said, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor.

The door gives off a feeling of elation. "Would you really?" it asks. "That would be so lovely."

 

[York]

@york

As Ruby patted is neck, Cosmo pant heavily, wagging is tail back and forth. He's animale natural to control, as Cosmo relaxes for ruby.


Da! Da! Right there! Good! Good!! That's the spot! Ooooooohh that's sooooo good."

Ruby continued to pet Cosmo for a while before cocking her head a little, remembering what she had asked that girl behind them, she didn't seem to have responded yet. "Um... Do you know what this place is, Cosmo?" She asked him curiously, deciding to change the way she worded her question this time, with any luck, she could return to Beacon Academy without too much trouble, she didn't want to miss class... Not to mention any strange events happening around there, who knows when Torchwick, The White Fang, or the Grimm might stir up some trouble around the area again.

 

[Gummi Bunnies]

~ARYA STARK OF WINTERFELL~

A soft silence transcended in the midst of a shadowy paradox, filled with neither light nor darkness. A soft gasp of air pierced into this abyss, ash eyes frantically flashing open fearfully. Through the river of purgatory floated the one and only Arya Stark, the youngest daughter of Eddard Stark, the King of the North. Dressed like a boy and giving off the appearance of a boy (an arguably effeminate one at that), the Underfoot felt her body numb as she vainly tried to move her lips. Static soon flooded the darkness, an indescribable feeling of agony coursing over her craniunm and into the very depths of her soul and mind.

"aaaAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Arya was able to let out, unable to move her body as what semblance of a reality flooded back into her conscious. Alas, this reality was but an illusion, trapped in one of her nightmares she constantly faced in Harrenhall. But, something felt off about this dream, for it was not her father's demise or her home burning, but much, much different. Closing her eyes shut, she trembled, opening them up slowly and unprepared for the sights before her.

She sat upon an oddly designed chair, one bounded in leather and steel as she looked before her. Contraptions of all sorts and descriptions laid in front of her, one colored an ebony black and oddly spinning a pair of metal blades rapidly. A torture device perhaps? Was she still in Harrenhall? No, it couldn't be, these machines spoke of nothing Arya had seen before, alongside the overall design of this peculiar room. Grim, decaying walls constructed of some sort of rock were crumbling, alongside with eerily bright, flamboyant, and vibrant paintings that was of an art she had never laid her eyes before. Not that Arya had seen much art in general considering her home in The North, but even so, the whole environment gave her the absolute chills.

"C-Celebrate?" she repeated softly to herself, seeing the most distinct piece of art before her, leaning eerily back in her chair.

The harmony would soon be disturbed once again, a loud thumping sound reaching her eardrums like that the chime of The Stranger's arrival. Trying to squirm in her chair, realizing she still had no control over her body, Arya frantically twitched and kicked, feeling sweat course down her forehead. The thumping grew in intensity and sound, steel scratching against marble and concrete filling her eardrums. A inhumane growl and high-pitched screech arose from the darkness of the left door, the thumping evolving into the sound of running and the scratching reaching a climax of terror.

Feeling her heart race and a trail of tears course down her left cheek in utter confusion and fear, the strong-willed tomboy firmly shut her eyes as a red man threw himself in the room. The barbaric scream of she could best conclude was a fox matched her own scream of terror, and in a fell swoop, her world turned into darkness again, pulled out of a surreal nightmare once more...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Reality finally returned, for better or worse, as the tomboy sat straight up in a bed of some sorts, screeching to the top of her lungs as panting escaped her lungs. Sheets were thrown off the bed, the petite thirteen-year-old (whom could masquerade much younger for her height and weight) heaving and huffing mighty puffs of air. A deep gash ran down the left of her cheek, crimson trailing down her dirty yet smooth porcelain skin, the noble's attire ironically that of a mere peasant boy's attire.

Unaware of the inhabitants actually within the room, Arya just blankly stared at one of the walls, feeling dirty, confused, lost, tired, frighten, and overall...broken. Every wolf had it's moments, and to be brutally frank, her will was already beginning to falter and fade.​

@Ziogen
@Nassione
@york
@Josh M
@Gummi Bunnies
​

Korra's eyes went wide "how many of us are there?" She mumbled seeing three more people awake and looking equally as puzzled as her. "Does anyone know where we are?" She asked loudly.

@Josh M
@Ziogen
@york
@Krieg

"Oh, that's just the beginning of this mystery," Erika smiled as she walked over to these people, though Dlanor did not dare to talk unless told to. Wait...weren't they trapped in a closed room? Well this got a lot more interesting, especially for this detective! Regaining her calm composure, the detective did a slight curtsy to keep up with her formalities.

"Then again...it's even more of a mystery with closed rooms!" Erika clapped her hands together, sounding more excited than worried about this. All of these factors were adding up to an enjoyable mystery, and not to mention she was involved in it too!

@Josh M
@Nassione
@Ziogen
@york
@Krieg

 

[Mari]

Room a: River Song (@Klutzy Ninja Kitty) and Bayonetta (@Mari) awake on the bed. Sting Eucliffe, Lector (@ShadowPrime)and Elizabeth Swann-Turner (@Xibilation) awake on the floor. William Borden (@Kirah ) awakes inside the bathroom.

@Atomyk

While waiting for the door to reply as well, River turned to the new people who had awoken.

"Well, well, I see more of this lot have returned to the world of the conscious. Who might the two of you be?" River questioned Elizabeth and Bayonetta.

"I'm Bayonetta," she replied.

She took in the events from what she could observe.

"Good job in opening that door", she complimented the group.

"Sorry I couldn't be of assistance."

 

[Klutzy Ninja Kitty]

The door gives off a feeling of elation. "Would you really?" it asks. "That would be so lovely."

Room a: River Song (@Klutzy Ninja Kitty) and Bayonetta (@Mari) awake on the bed. Sting Eucliffe, Lector (@ShadowPrime)and Elizabeth Swann-Turner (@Xibilation) awake on the floor. William Borden (@Kirah ) awakes inside the bathroom.

"Oh? You'd like that, would you? Perhaps I should do just the opposite and continue the chit-chat? I could tell you of thousands of years worth of time and space," Rive replied, stepping closer to examine the door as she spoke.

Hearing Bayonette speak, River replied, "Oh, sorry love, but we actually haven't opened the door yet. I'm afraid it's being a bit rude and keeping us trapped in here."

@Atomyk