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"The birth certificate of a nation! 1947 newspaper clippings celebrating India's independence..."
#independence day#freedom struggle#indian soilders#desiblr#desi tumblr#being desi#desi#ancient india#indian history#vintage#india#colonialism#freedom#british rule#british defeat#India's freedom#desi aesthetic#patriotism
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OSCAR, quali reaction - SILVERSTONE GP 24
#praying for all the other fast cars around u defeat (bar lewis sorry)#oscar piastri#f1#british gp 2024#jo.gif
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Forcible Arrest, Part 4
“Do you see how much easier things are when you co-operate, sir?” said Melissa smoothly. She released Gary from her crushing thigh-grip on his head but then held her prisoner face down into the carpet by placing her nyloned knee firmly on the back of his neck. “I just need to tighten your cuffs now, sir,” the policewoman explained politely and fastened the handcuffs even more restrictively around Gary’s wrists as he gasped in discomfort. “I do hope you’re not too uncomfortable, sir,” the blonde woman cooed, “do tell me if I have restrained you too tightly…”
The breathless Gary, bound behind his back, on his knees and his forehead pressed into the fabric of the rug, was quite unable to make any reply to Melissa’s mock-sympathy whatsoever.
To be continued.
Source: WomanWorship.co.uk
#strong women#policewoman arresting man#british policewoman#man handcuffed by woman#male defeat#female dominance
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Modern au Imelda Reyes would definitely wear this tonight
Her Spanish side: VAMOSSSS
Her Scottish side: YEAH F*** ENGLAND
#Imelda Reyes#hogwarts legacy imelda#Just a silly post!#Also Italy 🤝 Spain for defeating England in Euros final *chef's kiss#I love you British people! I just hate the male losers! The Lionesses tho are one of my fav teams!
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Finally got to see The Defeat of the Floating Batteries at Gibraltar by John Singleton-Copley. It depicts a definitive moment of the great siege of Gibraltar, fought during the American Revolution. It was evacuated from London during the Blitz - just three weeks later the place where it was located, the Guildhall, burned down. It’s also absolutely huge - when the Guildhall was rebuilt it had to be built around it.
#history#british army#military history#american revolution#redcoat#american war of independence#revwar#redcoats#defeat of the floating batteries at Gibraltar#art#John singleton-Copley#London
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The Daredevils Vol.1 #11 cover by artist Alan Davis (1983).
#captain britain#the fury#alan davis#80s#1983#80's#1980s#british invasion#marvel#marvel comics#multiverse#brian braddock#overworld#cyborg#killer robot#cover#art#the daredevils#marvel uk#early 80s#alan moore#jaime Delano#x men#uncanny xmen#excalibur#chris claremont#comics#defeated#as deadly as the terminator#kill mode
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The Culloden battlefield at sunset feels haunted by Scottish blood
#Battle of Culloden#Inverness#Bonnie Prince Charlie#1746#Jacobite uprising#Duke of Cumberland#battlefield#landscape#sunset#clan markers#Scottish defeat#British history#UK
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Descriptions under the cut!
Battle of the Bees (Battle of Tanga): British Indian Army was attempting to capture German East Africa. First some dude just told the Germans to give up which obviously didn't work and just gave them time to prepare. So then the British go into the city and their troops get broken up and they just kinda fought between some plantations, whatever. Then the real army arrived, BEES. They attacked both the British and the Germans. The British then claimed that the Germans somehow controlled the bees. They also left a bunch of equipment while retreating. So you know they kinda left them with ammunition, guns and apparently the ability to control bees?
The Great Molasses Flood: oh you know. They made a shit tank (poorly constructed), filled it with molasses and then it exploded and the streets of Boston got flooded. Apparently it smelled like molasses for decades afterwards.
#polls#events round 1#battle of the bees#great molasses flood#boston#bees#british empire#i love when the british get their ass kicked#though the germans were acting totally out of pocket during ww1#still#imagine being defeated by bees#world war one#wwi
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canonically, Year of the Dragon occurs during Napoleon’s invasion of England, but let’s imagine a happier world where Temeraire and friends are in China and watching fireworks/eating dumplings/getting red envelopes full of shiny things like the royal guests they are
#temeraire#happy lunar new year if there’s anyone in the fandom celebrating#I am tempted to maybe do a micro-fic if I can find time#Laurence WILL be forced into the fancy robes for chun jie#historically there’s no real British Chinese diaspora until the 1850s or so but let’s pretend otherwise#all these immigrants are extremely excited about their local prince of China#Laurence can defeat napoleon but he cannot defeat a contingent of eager Asian grandmothers
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Level 5: For the Western release of Azran Legacy, we decided to change Sage Sheppard's robe from white to blue to avoid any similarities with real life religious leaders.
Also Level 5: Yeah, so one of the main antagonists in Layton's Mystery Detective Agency is a Catholic Priest. He's corrupt and all the Priests before him were corrupt. The final battle is held in a Cathedral. Deal with it.
#the only thing thats canonically defeated layton is the power of the lord#hes taken down the archeology mafia#hes taken down a geriatric vampire#hes taken down the british police#but organised religion was too much#professor layton#laytons mystery journey#layton mystery detective agency#professor Layton spoilers#lmj#lmj anime#lmj anime spoilers#azran legacy#sage sheppard
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I desperately need the Thrawn stans (specifically novel Thrawn Stans) to remember that Thrawns whole deal is rebuilding the Empire and fighting the New Republic.
#I see so many people saying Thrawn wouldn't attack the New Republic when that's literally his whole deal.#He's the guy who rebuilds the Empire and attacks the Republic.#The famous story he's in that influenced the rest of Star Wars is about him trying to rebuild the Empire and destroy the Republic.#Also Thrawns evil.#I need you to remember that Thrawns an evil imperialist. His justifications for the Empire are the same as the British Empire used in Afric#Also Thrawns a crap choice to protect the Galaxy from a larger threat.#In Legends he would've lost brutally to the Yuuzhan Vong who were defeated by the Jedi and only ever could've been defeated by the Jedi.#Thrawn is playing military sci-fi in a Faerie Tale world and keeps making the shocked Pikachu expression when the Faerie Tale stuff shows u#The only difference between Thrawns Empire and the Emperors is that Thrawn would build fleets instead of Planet Killers.#In new Canon I think the Jedi would grind the Grysk into the ground before they even captured 3 worlds outside the Unknown Regions.#star wars ahsoka#star wars#grand admiral thrawn#thrawn#ahsoka tano#star wars thrawn#Ahsoka series#The Yuuzhan Vong lost because of a mix of internal revolution and being spread thin militarily#Thrawn would have successfully contained the Yuuzhan Vong invasion for a while but ultimately his forces would've become distracted.#Also the YV would've allied with Rebel Cells providing them their technology and weapons.#Thrawns control of the Empire would further collapse because of all the corrupt officials who would be embezzling funds or resources.#Thrawns fleets would fall into disarray and he'd be assassinated by a YV pretending to be a low ranking Stormtrooper or a slave or somethin#The YV wars were won because the Jedi inspired a religious reformation.#YV versus the Imperials would've led to YV victory.
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i fear i am endlessly predictable (writing new dps au which is once again fantasy with Arthurian elements)
#it's an au of the dark is rising sequence by susan cooper#(which is to say it's based mostly off of over sea under stone and the dark is rising - with hints of the grey king running through)#and also to say that really i just wanted to write an homage to a very specific genre of british children's fantasy fiction#that i grew up reading voraciously + which shaped my proclivities and tastes for literature extensively. the little white horse au also#matched this but unfortunately that one is creeping towards the unfinished wips every day#not to get into an abundance of tags but this au revolves around: todd + charlie + meeks as kids and friends on holiday together#and going on a quest to find the grail. which gets sidetracked by keating (charlie's mysterious magical great-uncle) and also#todd gaining supernatural abilities far beyond those a thirteen-year-old boy can reckon with. rip. you know how it is#i think i was just really interested in the way cooper writes will stanton he has such a brilliant. canniness to him#which i suppose is the point after he becomes an old one. anyway! enough waffling in tags!#tristan writes#dps#dead poets society#dps fandom#dps fanfiction#dead poets society fanfiction#no anderperry because they're all kids so no romantic relationships per se (other than in that teenager way -#and also they have like. the world to save and evil to defeat lol)#but neil is here and supernatural and also fun to write. there's a certain cadence#and i like leaning into a more ominous side of him especially when he's so young in this au it's really funny#strangely ethereal looking thirteen-year-old child tells you in his prepubescent voice that the Dark shall reclaim the Light in a#fierce and savage hunt known to history but the likes of which the huntsman has never seen over rushing water.#and you just kind of have to sit there and deal with that#SORRY THESE TAGS GOT VERY LONG I REALLY LIKE THIS AU
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I think we should put every character ive ever had a hyperfixation on in a room and see who survives.
#kyoya is instantaniously dead sorry#I feel like itachi could hold his own .??? maybe??#Joshua is fine bc hes literally god#I think rin could maybe survive for a bit#I think vanitas could fucking destroy dabi in a fight personally#Edward elric also dies instantaniously im srry i lnow he defeated god but#SCRWNY ASS!!#bakura also dies instantaniously#hes js a little british boy#i also think itachi could body like half of everyone in the room personally#idk#reno is also dead#sephiroth bodys half of everyone in there#hes fine#twewy#kingdom hearts#yugioh#beyblade metal fight#ff7#fullmetal alchemist#my hero academia#blue exorcist#naruto
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Lol never realized china borders with india three fuckjng times until now
Not an accident! British Raj was very valuable to the British not only for the labour & resources of the Raj itself, but also its proximity to China. Most Sino-Indian border conflicts today are based off this.
#the jammu/kashmir conflict is also heavily influenced by powerplays of the british raj#even beyond the 'splitting the region in the first place' thing#jammu kashmir & aksai chin are basically the same territorial conflict in a lot of ways#both go back to gulab singh & his principality devolving into a sikh puppet state to the raj after defeat
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spent the last 3 days obsessively job searching and im ready to krill myself now btw
#not a joke either#I can’t believe how nonexistent jobs actually are.#I can’t believe I’m almost 27 struggling for anything. im applying for everything left and right even saying in the notes sections I’ll work#50+ hour weeks and I’m not even getting rejection letters just being ghosted#the only thing I can think of is the fact that I’m not british so the employer has to check my right to work paper (which is literally just#putting in a code I provide and the website tells them yes or no but I also have a blue card they can ask for)#there’s literally nothing more I can do I feel. defeated lmao.#mrow.org
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Chapter 17
continuation of byakuya's no good very bad worst shit ass day of his life (so far)(!!!)
SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY
Some pre-chapter notes:
this chapter went a little different from how i originally planned bc I was going to make byakuya much more stupid. but. he needs to fly off the handle several times later so. we can't let loose all at once
to be very fair to makoto he did not want to do that. and yet. here we are
the king of kings!! @digitaldollsworld
Content warning tags: ableist language from various characters, Byakuya's panic spiral, mild self-harm reference
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Time seems to grind to a halt. His breath is still caught in his throat, halfway through a relieved sigh as he had been waiting - expecting - for Makoto to help him. To pull up some vague, hidden piece of evidence to clear him of any suspicion, to cleverly point out some irrefutable proof that had previously lay unseen.
But instead - his heartbeats feel too heavy. His breathing feels too light, deprived of any real oxygen. His head pounds in the same way it did when he was struck earlier, with a dull, pulsing ring that washes out everything around him.
He prided himself, once, on being able to read a person’s intent. To judge just when and why they might choose to abandon him, to cross him, to try and use him for their own intents. For that reason, he supposes, is why this sickly, sticky feeling of dread is so new to him. He’s never known real betrayal before.
His eyes dart around the room, but the others don’t seem to believe Makoto just yet. Even Owada seems taken aback, stock still and quiet. Only Kirigiri seems unsurprised - or maybe, he was only imagining it, the tranquil quality of her silence. As if she were merely observing it all, far out of their reach.
“Seriously??” Syo’s voice is a grating jeer. “You’re telling me this whole time he had no idea what I looked like? No wonder he didn’t fall for me at first sight!”
“I…don’t think that’s the reason why,” Hagakure says, though he seems utterly bewildered. “But, that can’t be right, right? I’ve seen him reading loads of times. And he practically lives in the library, y’know?”
“Yeah, and he can do things just fine for himself.” Asahina says in agreement. “I mean, he does his own laundry and stuff, and he knows this place way better than me at least. I didn’t even know where the A/V room was during the first motive, I just sorta followed him.”
“Yes, this is sort of…” For the first time, Celeste sounds genuinely surprised, her usually unphased demeanor wavering, her accent slipping for a moment. “Ahem. While I did note that he sometimes seemed a bit…eccentric, so to speak, nothing of his actions suggested that he was impaired.”
Their skepticism is a small relief. He nods jerkily, unable to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to verbalize his agreement. But it’s a small, pathetic movement that goes unnoticed, hardly amounting to anything in this large courtroom.
And their disbelief only goes so far. Ogami speaks up now, for the first time since the trial began, her low voice immediately silencing the whispers.
“I performed a concussion test on him earlier,” She says, gruffly. “As Kyoko had asked me to. He was lucid when answering my questions, and he didn’t seem to exhibit any symptoms that couldn’t be attributed to other reasons.” There’s a slight creak of wood, as she shifts her weight on the stand. “However, I did notice that his pupils were…strange.”
“My- what?” He sputters now, too suddenly, too loudly. He reaches up to touch slightly-trembling fingers to a closed eye, feeling the smooth bump of the cornea twitching beneath the thin skin of his eyelid as if he might be able to identify the damage that way. Why hadn’t she mentioned this earlier? Why bring it up now? “What do you mean, ‘strange’?!”
There’s a slight, panicked edge to his voice that he hopes no one catches, but this was the first time he heard that there could be physical evidence to his affliction. “It was a bit hard to test without the proper tools, but I noticed that they do not react much to changes in light.” Ogami explains. “The shape is also slightly…off. If I had to describe it, I would say that there is…a warping around the edges.”
“And you didn’t think to mention it?!”
“I assumed it was either due to the head injury, or, it was genetic.” There’s an apologetic note to her words. “Given your usual behavior, I…didn’t think it was important.”
Not important. As if she could know what was important here.
“I. Am not. Blind.” He snarls stiffly. “Obviously, I have never taken a close enough look at my own pupils to notice that deformation, but it has never affected my daily life. I am not disabled, nor have I ever been.”
“I find it hard to believe that you have never been aware of it.” Kyoko remarks, tone clipped. “I can’t imagine someone of your status being ignorant of anything concerning your physical health.”
“Then you can rest easy knowing that I am perfectly healthy.” He snaps back, venom flying off his words.
Distantly, he knows that he is digging a pit for himself. That admitting to this would help clear him of any suspicion at all. But he doesn’t care; he would rather die than suffer such indignity. That was what he’s always known, taught by his butler, and then reinforced by all his surroundings afterwards, his siblings, his father - better to perish and let your enemies cry with relief and count themselves lucky, than let them mock you as you dig your own grave.
“You should just admit it already. You are drawing this out to be unnecessarily long, or would you rather doom us all?”
“I don’t see why I should cooperate with someone who has been making mindless accusations at me all this while.”
There’s a tense, snappish tension between him and Kirigiri. A livewire current. A piece of elastic stretched taut. He glares, and to him, her blurred form looks like that of a reared snake.
“Um…” Asahina speaks up, her hand tentatively raised. “If Byakuya’s really blind, can’t we just test it?”
“Excuse me?”
“I-I mean! Not saying that you are blind, or anything,” She says this quickly, carefully, like soothing a spooked horse. “But, we’re not going to get anywhere if you two just keep arguing back and forth, and it’ll be really quick! Like, Sakura, can you hold up a few fingers?” She complies silently, one arm remaining crossed across her chest, the other raised to her side. “How many is she holding up?”
He tries not to squint, but he has no idea. Two? Three? It's nothing more that a blurred, brown shape. “You can’t be serious.” He almost laughs, but the sound he makes is derisive and bitter.
“Y-yes, this is-! Unfair!” Now it’s Yamada, speaking up again. “In case no one else has noticed, Mister Togami is lacking his spectacles! Asking such a thing of him…it’s akin to bullying!”
He’s oddly assertive about this, and Byakuya watches as he pushes his own glasses a little higher. For some reason, being considered something of an equal by Yamada irritates him further. “Shut up.” Who asked for his help.
“Yes, be still please,” Celeste sighs dismissively. “We are playing a game with our lives. This is hardly the time to be discussing moralistic issues.” There’s a slight metallic tap as she raps her silver finger guards against her rings. “But you do make a point. Byakuya does not have his glasses at the moment. It would be difficult to try and confirm anything without them.”
Thank goodness for those with common sense. He doesn’t look to his side, where she was standing, but he swears that he can see her eyes glancing at him, the unnatural red of her pupils bright on her pale face. “Yes,” he agrees, seizing upon it. “And they were broken earlier, thanks to Owada. Nearsightedness runs on my mother’s side, and the former Togami head was farsighted. I will admit that much, is that what you wanted? Kyoko?”
He’s rambling. He’s aware of it. But there are a few nods exchanged, and Asahina scratches at the back of her head awkwardly, as if embarrassed. Kirigiri, however, is still unmoved.
“No. When I say you are blind, I do not mean without your glasses. Or there wouldn’t have been a point in bringing it up in the first place.” Kirigiri shifts her weight slightly, the sway of her stance accompanied by the creak of wood. “Even without your glasses, you cannot do tasks such as reading. I imagine you’ve managed everything else by means of careful practice, but this is the one thing you can’t manage on your own.”
“Hey, Kyoko-” Makoto looks nervous, unsure whether to face him or her. “That-”
“And how do you plan to prove this?” Byakuya snarls. He feels a small flare of triumph, even despite everything, the looming threat of death. “As we found before, I don’t have my glasses. Did you happen to pick those up as well? Did you repair them for me while you were at it?”
Instead of offering a retort, or any sort of reply, she sighs. A soft, tired sound.
“Makoto.” She isn’t facing the other boy, but her tone is firm as she addresses him, and a little exasperated. She doesn’t say anything more, but Makoto seems to understand, and his hands drop to his sides.
“There is a way to prove it.” His voice is quiet. Quiet, and…sad, somehow. Defeated. “Byakuya…please show us your handbook.”
The realization sets in slowly. He’s already been betrayed by Makoto twice now, but still, he finds himself stunned, slack-jawed. This one was the worst by far - not only was he actively helping Kirigiri, he was betraying Chihiro as well, risking revealing everything to that accursed bear. And after all the lengths Byakuya had gone through to protect this secret.
“What are you saying,” He says, and his voice has a humiliating tremor that matches how his hands shake, clutching at the rail. Surely, he’s heard wrong. Surely, Makoto would correct himself, take it back-
“Your handbook. Chihiro, he…he put a program on it that lets you be able to do stuff like tell the time. It also reads stuff aloud. And he did it after the motives got revealed, that night when Celeste saw you guys leaving the bathhouse.” He sounds so somber, so sad and grieving. He won’t meet Byakuya’s eyes. “He did it in exchange for you teaching him how to be strong, and self-confident - which you did, by telling him to go around talking to everyone else today.”
Without really thinking about it, his hand goes to his inner jacket pocket, where his handbook sits. His fingers close around the little device, the hard edges of plastic and metal pressing into the creases of his palm. He feels a little like he’s been shot.
But he doesn’t bring it out. He glares instead, furiously, hatefully, at the boy standing just meters away. He - and Kirigiri too, most likely, Byakuya suspected that Makoto had already revealed everything that that woman - knew perfectly well the importance of Alter Ego, and why it could not, under any circumstances, be revealed. And they knew Byakuya was aware of this too, and they were holding this fact hostage, over his head.
(I could, some sore, beaten part of him thinks with poisonous intent, try and claim responsibility for Chihiro’s murder. I could say that they’re wrong. That I lured Chihiro to the bathhouse with the intent of making him less wary, easier to isolate. That he was so weak and trusting and stupid that killing him was a simple manner. That I mimicked Syo’s modus operandi to throw suspicion off of me.)
The mere thought was shameful, but it was his pride, wounded and bitter, that was seriously considering it, if only for some semblance of control. The barest reassurance that he had any real weight at all in this trial. And all he would need to do is open his mouth and say the words.
But instead, he bites down on his inner cheek, hard enough for blood to trickle out the corner of his mouth, hard enough for the pain to rival the buzzing in his temples. And tightens his grip momentarily, just enough to feel the faint, humming warmth of the handbook against his sweating palm, and exhales slowly.
“...Fine. Fine.” He spits, angry, defeated, exhausted. He’s sick of this. He just wants it to be over. “Yes. I’m blind. I have been so since we first woke up in this school. Are you happy now?”
Makoto looks down, his face shadowed by his hair. Kirigiri tilts her head slightly, a motion that’s not quite a nod but more of a bow.
“Wait, so then-” Asahina’s voice, confused and a little hesitant, pipes up. “If you’ve been…y’know, this whole time, but only after we got to this school…does that mean the Mastermind did this to you, somehow?”
“That’s what I would like to know, myself.” He turns to look at Monokuma, and finds the bear lounging across its throne, a bucket of popcorn resting precariously on the armrest. The repugnant toy giggles, and swings itself upright, spilling a handful of white puffs all over.
“Gosh, I wonder?” The thing taps at its chin, voice taking on a wondering tone. “Of course, I want this game to be fair and give you all a level playing field. I believe in equality after all! …Though this has made for so many entertaining developments, so…I figured I’d leave it as is. Besides, you’ve adapted quite well, haven’t you Mister Togami?” It cackles, paws clutching at its belly. “GIven how well you did hiding it from everyone, I think it’s fine if we leave it like this, don’t you think?”
He wants to cross the courtroom and throttle the stupid thing this instant. All he can do is glare murderously, lips twisted into a snarl.
There’s a sharp clap that has most people jumping. The source of the sound is Kirigiri, whose hands are raised, and pressed together. “Let’s move on.” Her voice is firm, with no room for arguing. “All we’ve done so far is clear one person’s innocence. We still need to identify the real killer.”
And that was it. The most disgusting moment of his life, over just like that, ended by her words. He knows that there’s bound to be some kind of punishment in store for those who interrupt trials, but he briefly wonders if he can get his hands around her neck before Monokuma can react.
Owada jerks at Kirigiri’s words, startled out of his own stunned silence. “W-wait,” He sounds panicked now, and of course he would be. His scapegoat is gone. “Then, if it’s not Byakuya, then who…?”
“Let’s consider what we know. Given how it’s not clear where the murder took place, it would have to be someone who had access to cleaning supplies or water, and has no alibi that can be verified when the murder occurred. For the most part, everyone here has an alibi that can be supported by at least one other person, but there are some that do not.” Kirigiri lists these calmly, and Byakuya imagines her cold gaze, flitting between each person in the room. “Mondo. Do you care to explain what you were doing prior to the body’s discovery?”
The effect is immediate. The other boy rears up, instantly furious. “The fuck are you trying to say? That I’m a murderer?!” He thunders. “Like I said earlier, I was taking care of my bro. You know that. Everyone knows that!”
“As you said earlier, Taka is currently compromised. He can’t give a testimony.” She shoots back without hesitation. “Your alibi is flawed.”
“Yeah? Well - well so’s yours!” He sputters. “Like- Syo might’ve been the one to find you in the bathroom, but that was just before Chihiro was found. Toko can’t say that you weren’t there the whole time, a-and even if you were, maybe the bathroom was where Chihiro died anyways!”
Owada may be stupid, but credit where credit was due, he was surprisingly quick to retort and pick at Kirigiri’s excuse. “I could not have cleaned up a murder scene in the bathroom so spotlessly in the time between Chihiro’s last sighting and the body discovery. As Makoto described earlier, the sinks of the bathroom were all dry-”
“There was that sheet, you could’ve used that before smashing Chihiro’s head over it. And there’s water in the toilets, right? And the girl’s bathroom was right next door!”
“...I’ll commend you for recognizing my perseverance. But I did not kill Chihiro.” She shakes her head. “If the only thing that will clear me is secondhand support to my alibi, then the only thing that needs to be done is to ask a witness. Toko?”
And she addresses Syo now, who just cocks her head for a moment, and shrugs. “I keep sayin’ to you guys, it’s lights out up there. There’s no telling when she’ll be back!”
Byakuya has had enough.
“Toko,” He says first, his voice low and hissing. Then, louder, building into a shout: “TOKO. Come out, NOW!”
“I don’t think it works like tha-” Syo’s words are cut off suddenly, and she collapses where she stands, like a puppet with her strings cut.
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#thpff#thpff chapters#danganronpa fanfiction#byakuya togami#byakuya mentally filing for a second naegami divorce#sorry this one took so long.....my frontal lobe. it is soup#combination filing taxes + applying for classes + applying for jobs + etc etc. it'll do it to ya#going to really really really try to get 18 up by sunday but if its delayed do u prommy not to be too mad at me. do you. pls pls pls#i jest tho. thank u to everyone who has been reading thus far i hope you continue to enjoy it or move on to other things#just knowing you were here even if just for a moment even if for the whole ride is enough for me#i hope this chapter is legible i cranked out the last half of it at 2 am on a half bottle of soju#also had to mentally go over everything twice bc ive been listening to His Dark Materials audiobooks and my writing was turning british#byakuya frothing furious angry defeated at the stand while kyoko is just. o<-< are we done yet. can we please talk about the murder#theyre both toxic here and making everyone bear witness to it#alright folks lets take bets now on who you think the killer is!!!
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