Murder Game IV: Monokuma Rising

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Pretty Boy looks at Yuno for a long moment, she seemed...odd...wrong, perhaps...
What did that cute teenage exterior hide from him? What was he thinking? She wasn't cute...no human was...
But he was human now...he was capable of feeling their emotions...
He hated this already, the feeling of worry was a foreign thing to him, but so far it was all he'd felt
"So...where are you all from?" he asks, hoping to get some kind of clue as of where the people he was trapped with were from


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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 till 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.

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Urushihara looked up at the girl, staring intently at her. He normally wasn't this pitiful, but being a human and trapped at the same time was devastating. His eyes were not watery; they never were, but he still felt a pain of nearly unbearable pain that stabbed itself through his entire body every few seconds. He quickly turned his eyes back to his casual playfulness, only letting the girl see the bit of devastation in his face for a second. He looked at her, trying to see what she looked like, but Urushihara's vision was still blurred and his head was foggy.

"Who are you?" He softly asked, trying to clear his vision.

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The girl's heart continued to race, swearing she heard a male voice, an eerily odd male voice try and coo her into calming down and firmly relaxing. Slumping out of the bed, stumbling away from the other inhabitants, Arya brushed a hand against her left cheek. A hiss escaped the petite, stoic-haired girl's lips, feeling the blood continue to trickle down her cheek. Wiping it off with her dirty sleeve, she brought her left hand against it, putting pressure against the foreign wound and hoping to stop the bleeding.

As she was doing this, Arya was vainly trying to reason what exactly was going on. One minute, she is in the dungeons of Harrenhall slumbering away, the next, a shady, mysterious office with a frightening red-fox man, and now, what appeared to be that of a futuristic (by her standards) bedroom. Strange contraptions hung above her and around her, devices and inventions that were far than unheard of from Westeros. If that wasn't enough, the little noble was also able to reason that the others within this room seemed equally confused, some eager to explore and others as about as paranoid as her.

"Seven 'ells..." Arya murmured, hastily reaching down to her waistline, her ash eyes widening as she couldn't feel her rapier, Needle, at her belt. Cringing, wondering if one of these strangers took it or the Tickler, Arya glared her ash eyes defensive as she stood her ground at one of the corners of the bedroom. Normally, a little girl no taller than five feet and under a hundred pounds wouldn't exactly put fear in the hearts of adult men and women. But, alas, the She-Wolf had her ways, and she certainly packed a mighty bite for such a young age.

"Where am I? Who are you people? Lannisters?!" Arya demanded, feeling the Blood of the First Men course through her veins.
 
Urushihara looked up at the girl, staring intently at her. He normally wasn't this pitiful, but being a human and trapped at the same time was devastating. His eyes were not watery; they never were, but he still felt a pain of nearly unbearable pain that stabbed itself through his entire body every few seconds. He quickly turned his eyes back to his casual playfulness, only letting the girl see the bit of devastation in his face for a second. He looked at her, trying to see what she looked like, but Urushihara's vision was still blurred and his head was foggy.

"Who are you?" He softly asked, trying to clear his vision.

@Reaper Jack
(Lilia isn't a girl, she's a grown woman, it was just in the dream that she was 15; as it was a recollection of past events.)

A young man who appeared to be of Asian origin was the first to notice her. Though he hid it well and quickly, a clear emotion of distress had been present on his features for but a fleeting moment before they resumed what Lilia had to assume was their normal posture. She didn't find it suspicious, it only made sense to hide your true thoughts and feeling from strangers after all; however it did make her immediately wonder about him, emotional control from someone of his apparent years was a rare enough occurrence of itself; that he had clearly mastered it so young suggested that there was perhaps more than met the eye with him. Lilia duly made a mental note of it, and to keep a watchful eye on him, but not a hostile one; unless he gave her cause to do so at least.

His question had been simple enough; and common courtesy went a long way; so Lilia responded in that fashion.

"My name is Lilia Kjaernestejd, I am a...traveller of a sort; I suppose that would be the most accurate way to describe me. Though mercenary works as well; if it is a little more...vulgar."
 
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Korra watched the young female stir a little showing slight panic and agreed with the other rather loud and confident woman who indeed dressed different to her. "Well I have no clue who a lannister is but I am not one... my name is Korra" she said softly smiling as she stretched a little.

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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."

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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.

"My apologies dear," Bayonetta replied. "Might there be a key to it somewhere?"

She looked around the room, hoping to find a key, as she'd done many times in her past.
 
"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.
Hmph. The door isn't happy, it seems. "The poor Archaeologist has lost her way. She thinks I care. I'm just a door! Talking to doors... who does that?"
 
Annabeth paused at Pretty Boy's question. "San Francisco, if you know about that city at all," she answered carefully. Sure, that is where her dad and step-mom lived, but she wasn't about to tell a whole room of strangers about Camp Half-Blood. Who knew if they were in league with someone that sought to harm demi-gods. "Also... has anyone checked what that room is yet?" She asked, pointing to the bathroom.

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(oh okay well Wuya is a heylin which so I think she might. But I'll fix it.... And fixed)

Jack smiled. "Well thanks I think." He then noticed the guy reach out his hand so Jack did the same to shake the guys hand. "I'm Jack Spicer and this is Wuya." He said introducing himself and Wuya. He paused before answering the guys question. "I'm afraid I have no idea." Wuya looked at the guy who seemed to stare at her. She had seen this look once before between Rai, Clay, Omi and Jack when she was first back in her true form. 'Great not again... Well if need be I learned how to use this to my advantage why not have the fool stick around a while till he is of no use. Maybe he would be better than Jack to use to do my bidding.' Wuya thought then she looked at the one talking to Jack. "Um... Hi and like Jack I have no idea what is going on."
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The Noob pushed The Engineer aside, "You know, fair maiden, I'm totes an expert in the Battlefield. A claymore specialist, and all-around good guy. I, if you accept my plea, shall become your guardian upon this alien world. Do you, Maiden Wuya, accept my offer?" The Engineer rolled his eyes. Again. Un-fuckin'-believable. He idly glanced at The Hound, waving as he departed from The Noob, "You know, those doors are locked, we've tried opening it..."

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Wait a minute...

What if...?

The Engineer bent over, looking under the bed for something useful.

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The Engineer bent over, looking under the bed for something useful.
You find your Item of Importance!

... Not really. You do note that it's rather clean under there.
 
Happy Jack, Arizona.

Home of the famed Happy Jack Harvest Camp.

Nestled on a pine-covered ridge, it's the perfect model of what harvest camps should be. The forest view leads up to the awe-inspiring sight of the red mountains of Sedona to the west. The camp is separated into three sections: one for the boys, one for the girls, and one for the tithes. While the tithes like to keep their area clean and white, the boys have their section coloured blue and green, while the girls have theirs lavender with pink. The staff there all wear baggy shorts, and loose Hawaiian shirts, save for the medical unit, but they aren't seen until the end of your stay. Atop the harvest clinic (or the "Chop Shop" as Unwinds call it) the in-house band plays their afternoon set, doing their best to soothe the Unwinds coming down the path towards the Chop Shop. Their piano player, Risa, tried her best not to look down at them. It hurt her to see them in their final moments. So she continued to play, allowing her thoughts sink away into her sea of notes and chords, drowning out everything around her.

She played for hours, and hours, and hours. The sun was high in the sky, and the clock hit 1:30 PM. She could hear the crowds of Unwinds below her stirring. Whispering. Gossiping. It's nothing, she told herself. But the kids were getting louder. They began to talk, shout, even. One of their shouts was distinct, and it sent a chill down her spine.

"Let's hear it for the Akron AWOL! Let's hear it for Connor!"

Cheers and applause began to roar through the camp, Unwinds both male and female hearing it for the urban legend come true. The Juvey-Cops around the camp attempted to stop them, but it was too late, they were already in an uproar. Risa had to see this for herself, so she looked down towards the red-carpet, and her worst fear was realised. Connor's turn had come early. Risa broke out into tears once she sighted him, and wanted to say goodbye, but she knew it would be hopeless to attempt speech like this. Connor looked up to see her in pain, but it didn't break his will. He continued down the red-carpet with a Juvey-Cop on either side of him. He was going to take his fate with pride.

Though, something was amiss. A smaller boy, no older than fourteen, made his way through the cheering crowds. His garb was a clean white all around; a tithe's clothing. Levi Calder. He was in a cold sweat with his heart pumping, running towards Connor and shouting.

"No! Connor! Stop!"

But it was too late. Connor stepped into the harvest clinic, and that's when everything went to shit. One explosion near the rear end of the clinic blasted out the walls, sending smoke and debris into the sky nearly instantly. Lev's heart sunk when he heard it, while Risa gasped and looked towards it. In a panic attack, these were the only words she could sputter out.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

That is, until the second explosion hit, ripping the roof out from underneath Risa and her band. Her arms and legs swung around looking for something to land on while she screamed, before she landed on the cold first-floor, and an I-Beam landed on her. She went out cold.





Risa groaned. She lifted her head up, putting a hand to her head. It wasn't long before she remembered what had just happened. She was quickly plunged right back into panic mode. She shouted, her heart rate rising again.

"Connor? Connor!"

She was meted with the sound of coughing. Connor wasn't too far away inside the bathroom, and he was beginning to sit up as well. Risa quickly shot up and ran to him, throwing her arms around him in a worried fashion. Connor slowly looked to her with a raised brow.

"Whoa, hey...I'm alright...I think."

He looked around the room, confused. His voice was a tad gravelly from his coughing fit.

"Wait, where's Lev?"

Risa looked at him with the same amount of confusion.

"Lev? Why do you-..."

She took in the full view of her surroundings, and those who were surrounding them.

"...I think the better question is...where are...we?"

(And just like that, gotta go. Be back in an hour or two. Lookin' forward to this event guys!)
 
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You find your Item of Importance!

... Not really. You do note that it's rather clean under there.
The Engineer sighs, examining his room for any ventilation shafts, weak spots on the walls or floors. Does he find any CRUEL GM? Y/N?
 
The Noob pushed The Engineer aside, "You know, fair maiden, I'm totes an expert in the Battlefield. A claymore specialist, and all-around good guy. I, if you accept my plea, shall become your guardian upon this alien world. Do you, Maiden Wuya, accept my offer?" The Engineer rolled his eyes. Again. Un-fuckin'-believable. He idly glanced at The Hound, waving as he departed from The Noob, "You know, those doors are locked, we've tried opening it..."

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Wait a minute...

What if...?

The Engineer bent over, looking under the bed for something useful.

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@Raven
@Atomyk

The Noob pushed The Engineer aside, "You know, fair maiden, I'm totes an expert in the Battlefield. A claymore specialist, and all-around good guy. I, if you accept my plea, shall become your guardian upon this alien world. Do you, Maiden Wuya, accept my offer?" The Engineer rolled his eyes. Again. Un-fuckin'-believable. He idly glanced at The Hound, waving as he departed from The Noob, "You know, those doors are locked, we've tried opening it..."

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Wait a minute...

What if...?

The Engineer bent over, looking under the bed for something useful.

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@Raven
@Atomyk

The Hound looked at the Engineer, who was talking about the door. The Hound looked at the door, and began examining it. It looked sort of like a normal door. The Hound looked down at his armor, braced his shoulder, and backed up a bit, before charging at the door, attempting to simply plow his way through it.

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The Engineer sighs, examining his room for any ventilation shafts, weak spots on the walls or floors. Does he find any CRUEL GM? Y/N?
Those big metal plates fastened to the wall might be hiding weak points, but they look far sturdier than the door (And we know how sturdy the doors are, don't we?).

Have you checked the drawers?

The Hound looked at the Engineer, who was talking about the door. The Hound looked at the door, and began examining it. It looked sort of like a normal door. The Hound looked down at his armor, braced his shoulder, and backed up a bit, before charging at the door, attempting to simply plow his way through it.
"What do you think this is, a bloody circus?"

It's the door talking, not me, I swear.
 
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.

"My apologies dear," Bayonetta replied. "Might there be a key to it somewhere?"

She looked around the room, hoping to find a key, as she'd done many times in her past.
Hmph. The door isn't happy, it seems. "The poor Archaeologist has lost her way. She thinks I care. I'm just a door! Talking to doors... who does that?"
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.

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"Perhaps," River replied to Bayonetta. "Shall we look for a key then?" She turned away from the door, but glared at it over her shoulder. "By the way, I'm no fool. I can tell you're not just a door. If you were, you wouldn't know I'm an Archaeologist. I never told anyone that upon arriving here."
 
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Those big metal plates fastened to the wall might be hiding weak points, but they look far sturdier than the door (And we know how sturdy the doors are, don't we?).

Have you checked the drawers?


"What do you think this is, a bloody circus?"

It's the door talking, not me, I swear.
"I don't fucking care if this is a circus or not, I want to get out of here," The Hound muttered, before smashing himself into the door again.
 
The Hound looked at the Engineer, who was talking about the door. The Hound looked at the door, and began examining it. It looked sort of like a normal door. The Hound looked down at his armor, braced his shoulder, and backed up a bit, before charging at the door, attempting to simply plow his way through it.

@Atomyk
The Engineer reeled back, slightly surprised, "Hey bro, calm down. I bet there's a key, no no no, shit lemme Google it real fast." Mysteriously, The Engineer just... froze. A moment passes, two moments pass. Nothing, "Crap, there isn't even a Prima Strategy Guide for this game yet! DICE seriously needs to hire some staff to get their asses in gear. Am I right, or am I right?" He stepped forward, sporting the strangest military gear The Hound has ever seen...

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"So, ah, what's your name?"

A pause.

"Nice Lord of the Rings skin, man. Download it from Steam Workshop?"

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Chung was fighting Teach the Tyrant when he was hit by his charge. He would expect that Aisha would have gotten him away from the scene and back to the Feita camp, but that is not how he found himself when he woke. Chung's eyes slowly opened to three men in a room. Chung sat up unaware of exactly was going on. "What the hell did you do this time Aisha..." Chung held his head he felt like he was constantly spinning, but the feeling quickly subsided and he focused his attention on the men in the room. He swipes for his cannon, but that is gone. He swipes for his Silver Shooters, but finds only one. "If you were going to confiscate my weapons why not take all of them?" Chung had his S.S. pointed at the most rotten looking of the group. @Joellie "Are you pirates?" Two of them seemed to match the description, the other Seiker didn't know what to make out to be.​
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"Perhaps," River replied to Bayonetta. "Shall we look for a key then?" She turned away from the door, but glared at it over her shoulder. "By the way, I'm no fool. I can tell you're not just a door. If you were, you wouldn't know I'm an Archaeologist. I never told anyone that upon arriving here."
If the door had shoulders, it would probably be shrugging them. "Well that's just who you are. The Archaeologist. And I am door. It's very simple."

"I don't fucking care if this is a circus or not, I want to get out of here," The Hound muttered, before smashing himself into the door again.
"And so the Warrior bashed uselessly against the door, proving to his fellow peers just how thick he was."
 
Have you checked the drawers?
@Atomyk

The Engineer stepped toward a [closet], actually. Maybe there's a secret item? He opens it up. What does he find?
 
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