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thnks fr th mmrs || Wallace "Kagemori” Kanta || Epilogue

It started off with a single notification: a missed call from Megumi Ugumori. Their band’s bassist. The ping started Kagemori initially, as they hadn’t heard their phone go off in months,

Then another notification: a missed call from Kagemori’s mother.

As those who were alive left Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent returned to civilization (and therefore, cell reception), Kagemori’s phone pinged with the soon uncountable number of missed call and text notifications. Worried messages from his bandmates, less personal tweets from fans on social media, business emails from booked venues booked inquiring if Deadman’s Party would be canceling their tour performances.

Most were ignored for now, that was a shitshow they could deal with later. Leaning a bit more against E.ve’s shoulder with a weary sigh, Kagemori returns their most recently missed video call. A white haired girl picks up the phone almost immediately, suspicious until she studies Kagemori’s face for a few tense, quiet seconds. Her sudden sobs likely disturbed everyone within earshot.

“You look like shit, hun!!”

“…thanks, Megumi…”

When the visual kei artist made the trip back to Tokyo, his bandmates were there to meet him. Blue, white, and brown hair joined Kagemori’s own purple in a group hug that threatened to topple them over. One misstep and suddenly Kagemori’s stumbling over Gou’s platform sneakers, Katsa’s laughing warmly and Megumi’s voluminous skirts cushion their descent to the concrete. Deadman’s Party is reunited and crying together on the pavement. No one’s mascara made it out untouched, but tears were dried in order to introduce the person somehow still holding Kagemori’s hand. It was, of course, E.ve. Who may have been fidgeting silently throughout the whole reunion. 

Breathless and smiling, Kagemori inhales to give E.ve some sort of introduction - Katsa and Megumi were looking at their joined hands expectantly - but first, the drummer (tiny terror that Gou is) blurts out something abruptly: 

“Arent’cha that one streamer guy?”

Considering everything that happened, Kagemori was initially hesitant to leave E.ve’s side for very long - what if this was a dream? What if they woke up back in Mirai.co’s clutches - one or both of them dead? It was obvious both of them needed some time to heal from the horrors of the mutual killing game, both in the physical and mental sense. So, after a quick post on social media explaining that they were fine and that Deadman’s Party would be postponing their tour for about a year, Kagemori went quiet on the public front for a bit. The prying questions were just… something Kagemori couldn’t face immediately. After a trip to get snacks and, perhaps, medical attention… rom-coms, cheesy vampire movies, and as many blankets as Kagemori could carry were then brought to E.ve’s apartment. The two of them holed up there for a bit, trying to feel ok again after… everything. Twilight and cuddles helped.

After some time, he would take E.ve (who would later just go by Eve) on an actual first date. Then a second, then a third. The two bros could be spotted raising hell on Dance Dance Revolution mats across Tokyo, splitting high scores across every arcade while shooting each other absolutely sappy glances. Saying that he made Kagemori’s heart sing wasn’t an overstatement. They helped keep each other stable in the time after the killing game… and Kagemori helped Eve through his confession to his fans and in finding out who he was outside of speedrunning games. 

Kagemori would visit their mother when they were ready. They chose not to mention the threat on her life that the first motive presented, as they still… had no idea how to sort through why she was targeted instead of their bandmates. To avoid their step-father, most of Kagemori’s time at home was spent with his younger half-brother. Their one-sided sibling rivalry seemed stupid now, so maybe Kagemori could start letting go of their jealousy.

It was for the best that their mother no longer represent them, at least as their band’s manager. That was one decision they’d thought about in the long weeks of captivity.

They had made some mistakes in the first 19 years of their life, but the effects of the fifth motive (reliving a night they’d rather forget) made them realize saving their fellow ex-gang member was not one of them. Staying out of touch with them WOULD be a mistake, so they’d take the first possible opportunity to visit a small farm in Osaka. Maybe Oleander would still want to see them, even after Kagemori had distanced themself from everyone to save their reputation.

They kept their word. Kagemori helped out with the reserve course protests as much as their body would allow, yelling themself hoarse while standing, hip cocked, in the front of picket lines. They were never one to be shy about fighting for the causes they believed in, so when Hope’s Peak’s president to hear out their demands… well, they felt a bit of smug satisfaction. But the voice in their head undermined the protest’s success with whispers of, “how many reserve course students lead to the killing game?” Perhaps it was a good thing they graduated that year. 

At some point during Kagemori’s time recovering from the killing game, they went on a short trip to Gwangju. They wished it was under better circumstances, but Mickey had promised to show them around. The promise felt more bittersweet now. Kkwaegori-kun the stuffed duck made the trip as well, but Kagemori decided to ultimately keep him.

They drew the line at wearing clear jeans in her honor because they were, in Kagemori’s mind, a crime against fashion. So were speedos, but… Still, Kagemori would make sure everyone remembered Kyung Min “Mickey” Oh and her work.

More than a year after the escape from Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent: a promotional video posted to the Deadman’s Party social media page. Beginning immediately, all across Japan: The Phoenix Tour. Aptly named, as many critics speculated that the “kidnapping” crisis would end the band’s career. The highs and lows of the past two years were the perfect musical drive, so the band hit the road. With… one roadie even their bassist had grown accustomed to: Eve had shotgun now. Not that anyone minded too much, four was the perfect number to play Mario Party while Kagemori drove.

The tour went better than anyone could have expected, especially after the tragedy at HPME. Kagemori truly came alive onstage, aloof persona slipping away as they hit high notes and death drops. They were the now former SHSL Visual Kei Artist for a reason, as anyone with a ticket could see. Given the success of Deadman’s Party’s tour, the band had a bright future ahead of them.

Over time, Kagemori would be more comfortable being public about their relationship with their boyfriend. It wasn’t Eve - not at all. Kagemori’s first relationship was based on a secret, having it exposed almost ended their career. Their second: a publicity stunt, a lie that became too comfortable. The visual kei artist was hesitant sharing details at first, not wanting anyone else sticking their nose in their relationship. But… as apprehension wore off, so did Kagemori’s aversion to public displays of affection. They were happy and everyone should know, damnit! Only idols had to worry about their fans getting upset by that stuff, so Kagemori considered his bandmates  yelling “GET A ROOM!” at him to be character development.

The two were kicked out of many couples cooking classes in their attempts to learn how to make something that wasn’t cup ramen. Eventually, Kagemori got the hang of it. Kind of.

…but what of their relationships with their classmates?

Kagemori still reached out to Hinata sometimes, texting her his increasingly less clumsy attempts at sewing stuffed animals. The visual kei artist hoped she could be a better friend to Red than he could, at the very least. They’d ask for updates, hoping he was doing better but not pushing it further.

Reiko Eigawa… was someone Kagemori genuinely wanted the best for, as she was one of the many victims of Mirai.co’s schemes but one of the few they got to know better than others. They, at some point in transit back to civilization, asked about the ring that rightfully belonged to her. She had someone waiting for her on the outside, after all. Someone that would have appreciated her no matter how she came home, whether that was flesh and blood, a giant robotic mantis, or somewhere in-between. 

Of course, they kept in touch. Kagemori was happy for Reiko when, some time in the future, a ring remained on her finger. They weren’t often one for romance usually (says one half of the only endgame class ship), but the visual kei artist would insist on meeting the blonde journalist that she went on about. They had bad experiences with such people, but perhaps the love of his Reiko’s life would be an exception.

And there was the matter of Ubatsi - no, Kunie Sasamoto. The measurements had to be altered significantly, as Kunie now had lost two arms and gained a bit in height after being de-robofied, but Kagemori finally made them the leather jacket that they’d sketched before Riko’s death. Sometimes, the two of them would get together to sew and catch up (because Kagemori’s delinquent days were now, pointedly, behind them). Ultimately, Kagemori was happy that they’d get a second shot at life with their sister… and they’d hope to whatever god was out there that Kunie wouldn’t do anything shady and reckless. The shadows they’d seen during the final motive motivated them to keep a watchful eye.

Kunie and Riko had tickets to their tour whenever they wanted, wherever they wanted. That courtesy was extended to any of HMPE’s victims that they were, at least, on friendly terms with. Unfortunately, some bridges were burned in the killing game’s final moments.

They would never truly like Preston, not at this point. An understanding was reached between them before the mastermind trial, but it turned stale in the aftermath. However, Preston was important to Eve. Kagemori would respect that and, at the very least, be courteous to the one who helped Atsuko’s scheming. Maybe forgiveness could come some day, but it wouldn’t come nearly as quickly as Eve’s had. Especially not if Preston was still half-pining over Eve, Kagemori did have eyes after all. 

Their friendship with Atsuko Fujimoto, at least the one they thought they knew until the mastermind trial, was left behind at HPME: a dress design hastily torn out of a notebook and left in a trash can. Her influence on Kagemori lingered in the songs they would write in the months after the killing game… not that they would ever give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

Ultimately, Kagemori wasn’t the same person they were before Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent. Kagemori Kanta was now far from an island, as they actually had a few friends (and in one case, much more than a friend) that were outside their band.

…and perhaps, despite the pain and losses they endured, they now had more reasons to sing than before.

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⭑Model Ronpa! Summary⭑

In honor of the group reaching the conclusion of its first chapter, the Mod-el Team has composed a summarized version of the public IC events thus far!

This will be updated once or twice a chapter (depending on Mod availability) so both our players and spectators have a coherent timeline of events! We hope this helps!

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Set 1/2 of the ModelRonpa Eyecon Collection! The other set can be found right over here. 

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I was supposed to do replies, but have an update on what Red has learned so far.

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The Final Chord || Ch.3 Execution || Pt. II

The room rumbles and quakes as the center of what used to be the runway opens up, and long metal tendrils shoot up out of the ground to drag Raketsu away into the darkness. He’s there and, in a sudden flash, gone again, lost to the deep, black pit that lead to god knows where. Nevertheless, everyone was aware of what was about to happen.

Modelkuma turns to the crowd one final time, and the mascots all let out a laugh in unison,

“Upupu!~”

“Raku-chan’s been quite the bad boy, hasn’t he? Though I suppose we didn’t give you much choice, huh? Someone was bound to murder eventually, too bad it had to be the class baby!”

They squish their cheeks and laugh- it sounds a bit more shrill than normal.

“Tata, then! Let me go ahead and get this show on the road!”

Before the floor hatch can close, Modelkuma jumps down into the pit, and with a startling thud the doors are shut once again, leaving only a monitor to display what could possibly be happening down there.

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I'm new to this so sorry if this is basic knowledge. How long should the backstory and prompts be?

This is a bit of a difficult question, but in short, there isn’t a specific length your backstory and RP prompts “should” be. Your app “should” be whatever length it needs to be to communicate everything you want to us.

If you’d like more detailed information, keep reading under the cut.

Generally speaking, the more detailed your app, the better. Since that’s rather vague, we will say with reservations that typically, a detailed backstory will be over 2 pages, and typically, each RP prompt (excluding execution) and the personality sections will be a little less than a page. There are some good (albeit on the longer side) examples on the ModelRonpa page.

We are absolutely NOT saying that good apps cannot be over or under this range.

What matters is that your character is presented completely and thoroughly. Obviously, a character that has gone through a lot will likely have a longer app than one who has had a relatively simple life. That does not make one character better or worse. 

If you’re worried that your application is “too short,” the best question to ask yourself is “Am I telling my character’s story, or am I just summarizing a few broad points?” Remember, your character has lived almost as long or even as long as you have; that’s a lot of experiences to be shaped by and have emotions about!

If you’re not certain that the answer to that question is the former, here are a few other things you might want to consider:

Does the backstory both describe major life events factually and cover the impact they have on your character? If they’re truly life-changing events, what happened and its effects probably can’t be explained in one sentence.

Does the backstory talk about more than just your character? If there’s no details about other people (or animals, or locations, etc.) who have interacted with your character and shaped who they are, you’re probably missing out.

Is your character’s personality adequately displayed in the backstory/RP prompts? What we want to see is how your character interacts with their world and reality, so if you’re describing exclusively what happens to them and not how they react or deal with it, consider adding in a few more details.

We know this was a long response, but we hope we answered any questions or concerns you might have about this topic. If you’re still worried, feel free to contact me or Min on Discord.

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Do Androids Dream Of Happy Endings? || SA mdl 001 || Epilogue

Change was a constant fixture of life, artificial or otherwise. In one moment, you can feel like you’re satisfied with everything you’ve already done in life, but in the next you’d realize that it has only been the first peak of your life so far, and there’s always room for more to come.

In the months that followed, that was the perception that followed one Kazunari ‘Kaz’ Aikawa as the paramedic returned to working life in the public service sector. To the surprise of many, however, the blonde soon announced his intentions of giving up his career as a full-time EMT, citing physical trauma that he had been subjected to over the course of their imprisonment in the confines of the Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent modelling agency. It didn’t mean he would be stepping out of healthcare forever, as instead, he would now be pushing his focus towards developing robotics in field medicine, working closely with former ex-SHSL Social Roboticist Mina Choi to further research into intelligent prosthetics.

In a way, things certainly seemed to work out in the end. The prodigal child who inherited the legacies of his parents had finally found what many thought was his true calling in life, and as Kazunari slowly made his way to the forefront of the research facility that he had pioneered, he also demonstrated his first prototype: the orthopaedic “roboots” that gave him the ability to walk again in just no time at all after months of self-confinement to a wheelchair for recovery. Thus, the opening of Aikawa Biosynthetics went off without a hitch, though it would be amiss to say that no one noticed the subtle, miniscule changes.

Casual observers noted that Kazunari seemed more ill at ease and sickly lately than he had in many previous appearances and interviews. It was quite plausible, even pitiable; given what the students of the illustrious academy had suffered, it did look like the effects of the tragedy had finally caught up and taken its toll on the prodigy’s health, both physical and mental. Prayers and gifts came in large supply, wishing the ex-paramedic good fortune in his pursuits, and soon enough the hype died down, as most things not affecting the zeitgeist tended to.

Observant individuals noticed something else, though there was little they could do about it. Within the sea of tabloids and theories emerged a post that gained some traction, hinting that this Kazunari Aikawa was not the man he purported to be. After all, it was a tad bit convenient that a pair of contact lenses could have hidden his blue eyes for so long, or that press photos of the day after the students were freed showed that there had been absolutely no sign of the purported physical trauma he had supposedly endured in HPME. Whispers that his retirement came from being unable to keep up the duplicity or that the Aikawa family had paid someone else to do what their son could not, but ultimately nothing bore fruit. After all, it had been on public record that Kazunari Aikawa had been quite alive for the last eighteen, almost nineteen active years of his life. How could someone so prolific simply be replaced all of a sudden?

And those of you who know this man to be a stranger, also know why he’s standing in the podium spot where your old friend, nemesis, classmate and EMT was supposed to be. For all intents and purposes, it seemed like KZA mdl 005 “Zaizen”, otherwise better known as ‘Kaz’, had disappeared. Because it was almost like the android had never existed in the first place.

Almost.

“Anything to declare, mister-?”

“Aizawa.” The man confidently replied. “Suzukaze Aizawa. But please, call me Kaz. I’m here with my colleagues from work to enjoy a holiday. Is that enough of a declaration for you?”

The customs officer stared at him. He stared back at her, smiling indulgently. Eventually she caught on that he’d been joking and rolled her eyes. “Please step through the metal detector.”

Where he would have once made an apologetic excuse and subjected himself to a pat down, Kaz instead strode forward and collected his luggage on the other side of the conveyor belt without being stopped. Patting down his new hoodie to make sure all of his personal effects were in order, he combed a hand through his platinum-blonde hair, making sure not to disturb the new perm too much. A splash of freckles and turquoise eyeshadow accentuated the rest, and to those not in the know, it was hard to connect the dots between the ex-EMT and the Biosynthetic Humanoid model that he had requested to be transferred into half a year ago. 

Despite his initial uncertainties at propagating the same technology that led to the deaths of half of his classmates (temporary or otherwise) Kaz had come around to the idea eventually, once Mina and Midori reassured him it was now benign. Part of the decision had been made due to the convenience it would bring him; the other part came from the need to disappear as soon as his benefactors realized their son was waking up from his minimally-conscious state.

And yet, some things would continue to remain the same. As the amber-eyed android smiled at nothing in particular, Kaz waited as the rest of his colleagues - an unlikely bunch of people if the rest of the crowd staring and whispering had anything to say about it - followed suit into the lobby of the cruise ship. “You know, Detective, I think that’s a very bold way of announcing your re-engagement to the rest of the world.” He laughed, noting the ring she was wearing. “Please accept my congratulations - again - and I wish you both all the best in life and love.”

The person being referenced, having been searching through her bag as she waited for the others to make it through, quirked an eyebrow. A petite but firmly intimidating young woman brushed a longer lock of her hair cropped hair behind her ear as her fingers ghosted the ring decorated with a bird and germanic phrasing. 

“I thought you would have gathered th’ I don’t care what the world thinks, only what she does. I was going to propose but… well. Literally, it's better late than never?”

With an amused tut and sly twinkle in her emerald eyes, Reiko Eigawa placed her other hand in her pocket and stood. It was visually impossible now to link the woman before the former EMT to the terrifying mantisdroid once prowling the rooms of the modelling agency.

“Can’t be criminal to think I have the most beautiful partner in the world, hm? But I think we need a bit more healing before we seriously make any plans like that.” She rolls and cracks her wrist. “‘M just just glad I could get some time off so early.”

“You and me both, Eigawa-san. You and me both.” He chuckles as he goes over to help Senda with their new suitcase. Technology certainly had moved on a little since all of them had been inside the agency for so long, but they could also move with technology as it came to pass. 

Plus these luggage bags came sponsored courtesy of Koharu. While he didn’t keep in touch with many of his other classmates - understandably so, given the events that had transpired over the final trial - she’d been one of the few exceptions, and he had even volunteered to work for her and her archaeological crew as an on-scene medic once his mandatory holiday was well and truly over, whenever that ended up being.

He hoped things were okay with her, and resolved to check in with the Onowai family… later. Vacation first.

A couple of hours later found them all on the deck, lounging in chairs and finding things to do while relaxing under the sun. Talking was a free action, and there was much of it to go around. “It’s still kind of amusing, actually,” Kaz admitted. “I’ve spent so long focused on doing my job that I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do now that I’ve been effectively retired. You asked me on the way here why I booked this trip in particular, and to be honest… would you accept the explanation that it was literally the first search result on ‘vacation spots to take your friends’?”

Looking over from the side, a tall person with an undershave and ash brown hair tied off in a bun glanced at Kaz from over their sunglasses. As they spoke, their drawl mixed with franco-undertones came as familiar as it always had.

“Hmmm~ Well it’s pretty nice all things considerin’. So yeah, I think I’d take that explanation. Sounds like a very… you sort’ve idea. It’s cute!”

The entity once known as Selene, now undertaking the name Alycia Selena Pageau in her return to the living world, winked cheekily at the fellow android. They had kept their height and generally athletic stature, but a new addition of freckles peppered their nose and cheeks. Their personality and memories, however, remained intact throughout the process.

From the railing, the detective coolly looked over her shoulder with a chuckle.

“It’s not bad at all… leagues better than what I would’ve done, clearly. I don’t know about you two-?” Her attention was directed to the other two people sitting at the lounge chairs.

One of them, a taller individual in sunglasses and a hat, tilted the brim in acknowledgement. 

“It is my imperative that this was handled as best as it was. The odd drama came about here and there but oth- indeed.”

Helios, or Bartholomew Arseneau I, nodded back. His own body was every bit as wiry as it once was, albeit mechanical, and his hair was back to its natural black and was pulled over his shoulder in a short ponytail.

“This is far better than whatever was before. All of that pressure, ‘tcha! The world will know of my greatness once more. Is that not right, Senda?”

Sitting with their arms folded, the last person to speak had taken a while to formulate what it was they wanted.

“....Had… no other idea where to go, so… it is good, ah… yes.”

The figure formerly known as Kumi Asashima retained the same bone-white skin from prior, but their hair was cut in a sweeping black bob, retaining its natural curliness. The formal clothes from before were shed, and in their place was a collared shirt and skirt. 

“Yes. It is good. My… ah, siblings would think so. I wish they would have come, yes, ever since we reunited… a shame.”

Remembering their manners, they caught themself.

“That is not to say that I am ungrateful. I am.”

The ex-paramedic nodded back, not at all insulted. "Sorry I didn't take the initiative to invite them too, but I think they understand why it's just us five."

“See, Kazzie? There’s nothin’ you need t’ worry about.” The demigirl moved to sit next to Kaz, nudging his side playfully. However, they also caught a glimpse of something further in his expression and frowned. “You okay?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah... I do have to talk to you about something privately though. Do you want to get something to drink at the bar?” He asked Alycia, getting up from the lounge chair. “It’s about… you know.”

“Ah… Yeah. Right.” Frankly, they had been quietly wondering that for the last few months - but with all of the adjustments it took to return to the outside world, it had admittedly fallen a bit off of the former circus performer’s mind. Standing up, they offered their hand to him.

“I’ll lead the way.”

As they both made their way over, Kaz thought about exactly what he wanted to say to them. It was hard enough trying to process emotions as a creation of artificial intelligence, but now, in a body where both heart and mind were real, living tissue and thus the feelings that came with it were quite real too? It was nerve-wracking, to say the least… but he’d risen to the challenge before, and he’d do it again to finally settle things once and for all.

“I have a crush on you.” 

Before Alycia can respond, he lowers his head to hide the extremely embarrassed expression that reddens his face. “That was probably too direct, sorry, but it’s the truth. I tried looking up explanations online for all of these confusing emotions I’ve had over the course of the last few months that we’ve known each other and every single one has pointed me in this direction. Koharu also had a hand in it admittedly, but you don’t have to humour me for it though, Alycia. Barty and you have only just started getting a grip on your new lives and settling things from your old lives and… there’s a lot of it to take in already and deal with from there.” 

Kaz peeks in from between his fingers, shielding a good portion of his face but maintaining a sliver of eye contact because he wants them to know he means it. “But I also want to be part of that life with you too. And regardless of your response, you’re still one of my best friends, and that also means I’ll respect how you feel about it and have your back all the same. Just… please tell me whether or not I might even have a chance?”

It’s actually kind of endearing to see Kaz this unconfident, as I imagine the other would agree. 

Sure enough, throughout all of this, the taller figure had developed a dumb grin on their face. It was that smitten sort of smile that pulled through when you watched someone you cared for ramble through something they cared about; or, in this case, finally trying to understand the feelings he was never supposed to comprehend in the first place.

It was a proud smile just as much as it was tender.

Reaching out, Alycia’s palm rested on the outside of the EMT’s fingers currently obscuring his reddened cheeks. Letting out a warm chuckle from their bar stool, they tilted their head to match their blue eyes to his as they gently pushed aside his own hand. Alycia’s smile settled to something softer by the time they spoke.

“Son rougeur est très mignon, Kazzie.” She hummed and brought her other hand up to cup his face gently before planting a quick peck to the blonde’s cheek and resting their foreheads together. “Though… I’m sorry y’were the last to realize.”

Yes, Selene had always been able to tell. Some parts of their memories from early in their revival as the flighty robot, as well as aspects of the so called ‘hostage situation’, had blurred. But somehow, the time spent with Kaz managed to remain crystal clear throughout the transitional process.

“Well considerin’ how ya met me, I didn’t see you at the time as someone I could care about beyond a friend… but I thought I told you somethin’ back before that final trial. I said that I wanted t’ be in yer life after all of it, right? Or, I at least tried to probably. ‘Cause I realized I was mortified of stoppin’ existing, but also to stop seein’ Helios, an’ the other bots… and you.”

Yes it felt sappy, almost painfully so if they were to be honest with themself. But, they felt they had a right to be after literally fighting their way back from death, in a strange way.

“...I wanna finally live a life again, Kazzie. I want t’ experience all of the things I was robbed of back then with these new eyes, new identity, an’ some new friends… you helped me get here. You didn’t give up on us or toss us away.” Alycia pulls their forehead away an inch or two, if only to wink at Kaz. “If I didn’t have ya in my life, I’d feel pretty damn robbed.” They chuckle. “Course I feel the same way, but I wasn’t gonna push when you were still figurin’ out yerself - and, y’know, I wasn’t exactly human lookin’... But, if that’s how ya feel? Well… That makes me real happy~”

If Kaz had been red before, he positively flared up when they pecked him on the cheek. It was reminiscent of a machine overheating, but instead of liquid latex and electricity it was bright, scarlet blood that rushed his head. Had he still been an android, perhaps he could’ve blown steam out the side of his ears, but instead he listens as they continue, and at the end, begin to try and utter a few words. “I… Oh… You mean… I was… W… Huh…”

He stops, shaking his head wildly. “...I’m sorry, I’m normally much more verbose than this, but I can’t believe… Was I… really that oblivious? I mean… Oh… So that’s what Koharu-san meant.” Kaz pauses, before sighing happily. “I guess my system’s caught a love bug after all. And it’s making me both dumb and very, very gay. I could attempt to run diagnostics on it, but I think… Well, I know I’d like to keep it close. Just like I would, uh, like to keep you close too.”

That last comment causes him to bow down so that Alycia can’t see the look of pure shame on his face once he realizes he said that aloud. “...I’m still learning the whole ‘flirting�� bit, sorry.” He mumbles something under his breath, running his hands through his hair awkwardly and trying to psych himself up to say it out loud. 

Eventually, he looked up with a smile plastered over his face, and moved to hold their hands. “I just… Cripes, it’s embarrassing to say it out loud, but I’m going to try, so… well, I love you. And I’ve apparently had the biggest crush on you for some time now so if you would have me, I’d love to be your boyfriend, Alycia. Please go out with… me…?”

While the moment was tender, and the taller of the pair seemed thoroughly endeared to the boy’s stuttering, they sat themself down on a nearby chair so Kaz didn’t have to crane his neck for the nearly one foot height difference.

“I think you could guess the answer t’ that, mon choupinet~” Coy as ever, they hum and give a little tug to pull the retired EMT closer for a proper hug this time. Quietly, they revel in the fact that they could actually wrap their arms around him now - unlike before.

His arms wrap around them too as a hundred little Kazzies squeed in unison within his mind, while yet more tap-danced away in his stomach. It was all he could do to keep a serene smile on his face, all the while resisting the urge to giggle like a ten-year-old or ask them to please call him more pet names. Something gnawed at his subconscious that maybe that was not the right thing to ask in public with little kids watching.

So instead he simply basks in the sensation for however long he can attempt to hold it for. Suzukaze ‘Kaz’ Aizawa was most definitely on cloud nine, and wasn’t planning on leaving it.

Having finally found it acceptable to sit, Reiko had made sure she was facing out towards the passing crowd, and was naturally first to catch the other two returning from the bar. While the woman didn’t say anything, the pair was given a knowing glance before she finally peeled her wary eyes off of the strangers mulling to peruse the novel she had brought.

Bartholomew glanced back too, eyes widened. There was a brief moment where his eyes downcasted, before he chuckled. 

As it should have been.

“I see you have a fine catch! Keep her well, or I will be most displeased.”

“My pleasure, though let’s be real. She’s the one keeping me.”

“Th’ both of you are weird.”

Kaz looked back upon the horizon, and kept his gaze on the clear azure sky. While the internal decision remained invisible to all but the mechanical mind that made it, he envisioned cutting the final threads that tied him down to his old life away, and setting free the kite that flew high. No longer did he have to worry about maintaining the identity of someone he now considered a friend and brother, or worry about disappearing once his purpose was fulfilled.

It was time to assert his own identity and find a new purpose in life. Kaz was here to stay.

“Come to think of it.” The thought came to him as the cruise docked, and he turned to Reiko. “Wasn’t Jiang-san supposed to come on this vacation too? I wonder why she turned it down...”

It was at this moment that the television screens around the cruise sprang to life. A beautiful grey-haired woman with rabbit ears and a handsome blond man in a half-mask turned to face the camera, smiling as they greeted the inbound passengers from the pier.

“Welcome to the Crescent Moon Hotel and Resort!” The pair declared. “We hope you enjoy your stay here, esteemed guests!”

“I guess we’ll never know…”

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Trial | In The End, Did You Really Change? | Chitose | [RE: everything]

In a lighter timeline where they were here for prizes and not murder, Chitose realizes he would be the most ignorant person around. He still is, and his face contorts wildly in reaction to everyone talking for the last while, trying his best to make sense of it.

"I'm not going to pretend like I knew anything like ever. Murders were the easier thing for me to understand around here somehow. Ne, that's kiiiiinda messed up!"

The idol sighs, hand still on his hip. A weight is thrown off his shoulders. He knows that, though the heart still feels empty.

Even in the basement, he worked without knowing really what was ever going on.

"I'm not really the type to say this kinda stuff with any kinda REALNESS behind it, but... Thanks. Especially to you Kagemori-kun and Aikawa-kun. Chitose-kun knows where he's voting now."

He scratches his nose, frowning and furrowing his brow for having given thanks at all. He seems to mouth something to Red and Hinata as well, a more silent thank you.

Feeling a bit red-faced as he dwells on his words more and more though, he eventually levels a harsh glare to no one in particular and gives an explosive burst of yelling.

"If all the stars align to tell me we're all fools and missing something, I'll make you all pay eventually! Hauntings for all of us!!"

In the end, a porcupine still has its quills.

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⭑Captor Trial Votes ⭑

Current Vote Tallies:

- Atsuko: 7

- Preston: 5

- e.ve: 1

- Red: 1

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preston | the end

Once out, Preston had no desire to return to Hope's Peak. After all, it was no secret that he had helped the "evil" Atsuko carry out her plans, and even if no one blamed him for it, he was still grappling with how much he had thrown himself into his role, when maybe he could have tried something different. There were simply too many secrets to be kept from the prying eyes of hundreds of students who were most closely tied to the incident. Plus, he was sure there were a few people who would be uncomfortable encountering him in their daily life if they were to return to the school, and it would be unfair to put that on them when he didn't really care that much about going.

Upon returning home, his family, distraught with worry, welcomed him with tears. His sister, Charmayne, had stayed at home with them, too anxious for his safety, and had put her musical career on hiatus. Even his older brothers, who had been away for years, had returned to comfort their grieving parents. Preston developed a newfound appreciation for his family, who he had so callously expected to leave him behind. However, coward that he was, he never explained his true role in the incident to any of them. After some deliberation, the family all agreed to move back to Singapore to escape the ever-present eyes of the Japanese press.

With Atsuko in prison, he had to figure out his mess alone. Preston began visiting his local church daily, trying to find answers. After months and even a couple of years had passed, he began to deliberate going to university for religious studies. However, after all he had been through, returning to any institution of education frightened him too much.

Since the incident, Preston remained in constant contact with Atsuko, whenever he had the opportunity. He would write letters explaining what he was doing, how he was getting along, his deepest fears and moral quandaries. Though she was as annoying as ever in her replies, he knew that she needed his help. Perhaps, rather than trying to repent for his sins at the church, what he needed to do was try and help the one person he knew he could. For that reason, after two years, Preston decided to move back to Tokyo.

He and E.ve spoke regularly over instant messaging while he lived in Singapore. When he moved back to Japan, Preston began spending more time with him in person. He needed E.ve; he loved his forgiveness, his patience, his ability to provide his life with a little bit of fun. And the normal, dorky kind of fun, not the crazy, what-the-fuck fun that he got from Atsuko's morbid jokes and teasing. However, he knew that there was nothing he could really do to make it up to him. There would always be some strain there, some sense that Preston never really deserved the other's company. But it was okay. E.ve had other people in his life to make him happy, and Preston was content with that, and just seeing him every so often.

Now living on his own, Preston, after spending much of his past few years in solitude, made some attempts at connecting with others. Others who had nothing to do with the craziness his life had been ever since he had decided to apply to that stupid magazine. People who perhaps knew his face from a news article, but didn't care, knew not to trust the media when the man right before them was seemingly pleasant and unassuming.

He would be offered onigiri by the old woman who lived on the bottom floor. He would tutor his neighbor's child in cello playing, free of charge, and they would give him flowers in exchange sometimes. He would meet eyes with a stranger and realize that they knew him, and he would lament that he had not yet disappeared into obscurity. He would go to clubs where people would get drunk and loud, and he would not really fit in but people would try to include him, and he would end up kissing people and sometimes get their number, though he would always chicken out after the second or third date because his concept of romance was pretty fucked up from still being kind of in love with two other people, one of whom was in prison and who he expected to pop out of the bushes at any moment and cause him to die young from heart attack.

After five years, paralyzed with indecision and confusion about what to do with his life, Preston had achieved very little. He had friends, but he could not connect with them fully. He played his cello, but he always remained at the same level of skill. He had no motivation to go back to school or try and find a job; his family paid for his lifestyle, out of pity for what they thought he had gone through. He was always waiting, waiting for Atsuko, hoping that helping her would provide his life with some meaning, and dreading that it might actually not.

He had wanted a life where everyone would know him, but now, it was for all the wrong reasons. And there was no way to undo that, not with any amount of musical ability.

That was when Atsuko was released from jail. Preston hadn't even heard of the news before she and E.ve arrived outside of his front doorstep.

In cheerleading outfits. With pompoms.

"What the fuck is my fucking life," Preston said with a smile, and brought them both into an embrace.

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Epilogues || OOC Explanation

[ It’s finally the end, everyone! After many months of turmoil, heartbreak, and triumph within the gory and glittering walls of Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent - you’ve finally earned your freedom! The class, alongside the many others who fell victim to MirAi.co, have finally been liberated and are slowly trying to find a sense of normalcy...

But how do they go about it?

Rather than tell you what your ocs do with their newfound freedom (and, in some cases, returned lives), we have decided to let you tell the rest of their story! Do they continue to work on their talent and bud into their field? Do they become recluse and hide away from the public eye? Do they start their life all over again, trying to get away from the pain of his endeavor? Do they start families? Schools? Charities? Crime Organizations?

It’s up to you!

You all may now send in a submission to the blogs telling the tale of your unfortunate model post their time at Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent! If you have any questions, you can always direct them towards the mod team or a fellow player for something more character-specific.

Both Living and Deceased Players may send in Epilogue Submissions

The mods will also be posting NPC epilogues at the end of the submission period, as well as some possible surprises. Either way, thank you for your support all these months!

With love,]

☆.｡.The MODel Ronpa Team.｡.:*☆

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Postlude || Epilogue V

“And that is why we must join together in unity for a better world. It is not the fate of the nation that should rest exclusively on the shoulders of the students of Hope’s Peak, but the Reserve Course as well. We pledge to give further funding and attention to these other students and recognize them as just as valuable as any other attendee of Hope’s Peak Academy.”

The address rang out across a packed auditorium somewhere on the grounds of Hope’s Peak, all of whom had gathered in response to the acquisition by the headmaster to the students’ demands for change. 

“Now, to address questions about the nature of the abduction of the Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent students. Atsuko Fujimoto, a student who assumed the title of Scholastic Ambassador, was the primary force behind the hostage situation. Fujimoto had forced Preston Ng, a cellist and captive, to work for her own benefit. She had others aiding her, but the information is being held for now for privacy reasons.”

Gasps of shock came from some of the crowd, while others were silent. They knew.

“This situation has been handled. Do not worry, there is no danger. In related news, agents have discovered that the CEO of Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent was involved in illicit activities involving bribery and collusion with mirAI Company, a corporation discovered to be involved in confidential experimentation deemed as attempted crimes against humanity - including several counts of murder on no disclosed victims. The CEO, Youji Fen, had been living under an assumed alias and used several more, but has since been tracked down and arrested.”

Another pause.

“Additional benefactors taken into custody are Katsuko and Satoshi Shiroyama, Asaka Itomura, Akinori Fukuda, Kimiki and Otarou Asashima, and Huang Xiaozhu. Rest assured that they will face trial. Many workers complicit in company activities have also been brought to justice. Additionally, Keiko Kimura, Riko da Silva, and Mina Choi, members of Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent, have agreed to stand trial. There is no set date for when this will happen, but they will be privatized. No further information will be released at the present.”

Somewhere else…

“My name is Riko da Silva, and I have worked as a professional whistleblower. I am aware that you have brought on further contacts who may corroborate the story that I acted as an employee of Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent in an attempt to conduct an investigation into potential crimes, and have collected files and evidence in the process.”

A tall woman, world-weary, said her piece to an awaiting courtroom. 

“My sibling, Kunie Sasamoto, was also involved in the investigation process. I am aware that they may be present to offer further testimony. In the process, I became a firsthand witness to the crimes of this woman, Ailani Fan. She performed experimentation on multiple unwilling test subjects in what amounted to murder.”

The judge leaned forward and nodded his head. 

“If the next witness would rise to the stand.”

Slowly a young woman toting a cane and stark white lab coat is escorted into the room. With a small white fox in tow, marked with a service animal vest, the newest witness is sworn in before settling carefully into the stand. The judge studies the the newest addition as a well-dressed lawyer approaches.

“Witness, would you care to introduce yourself to the court and state your purpose?”

“O-Of.. course. Yes.”

A hand alights to the scientist’s chest as she scans the room.

“My name is Mina Choi and I am a practiced social roboticist, previous employee of Huang Xiaozhu, a-and an alumni of Hope’s Peak Academy. I have come to claim my witness to the workings of Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent’s Modelling Agency and MirAI.co.”

A well-dressed lawyer steps forward to give the witness a small bow before speaking.

“Ms.Choi, is it true that you have agreed to testify against Ailani Fan of MirAi.co while claiming innocence of intentional involvement within their ranks?”

Mina nods slowly but firmly, her eyes locking onto the aforementioned woman sitting in the defendant’s chair. She is old, worn, and clad in red. 

“...Yes. I do.” She focuses back on the lawyer. “I laid witness to the results of Ailani Fan’s research and had my own work usurped by Fan to aid in her experimentation without my knowledge or consent….”

The discussion goes on as a mounting number of witnesses and victims of circumstances take the stand to affirm their testimony. People of all backgrounds, genders, ages, and specialties take the stand to share what evidence they can submit to the court to unify in their shared plight. All of them paint the same despairing picture without fail.

Eventually, an interpreter signs what an official declares.

“These charges of crimes against humanity, corruption, bribery, and murder have been brought against you. Do you have anything else to say?”

Glancing upwards, the woman in red, Ailani, stilled briefly, meeting the gaze of someone sitting at the other side of the courtroom, mouth open. They glanced back at her, their gaze breaking momentarily to look at the floor. Still, she lowered hers.

“I do not.”

With that, the official continues.

“We will deliberate. Court is adjourned.”

News was scarce, and eventually the memory faded from the minds of several. The change did not - Hope’s Peak entered a new era, frightening but optimistic. The trials against mirAI co. went by in favour of the students, though no certain result was gotten. 

The End! Or is it?

To the outside, everything was the same, but different.

To the students....

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Freedom Never Lasts || Modelmascots || RE: Modelbot, ATN: All

Modelkuma slowly rolls up to the middle of the stage, arms stretched out and a more sinister-than-usual looking grin plastered across their face.

“Well, I think that’s enough chatter for one trial, don’tcha think? It’s getting harder and harder to sit back and watch you guys go on and on about the most boring topics- face it, Modelrot, no one wants to hear your whiny little sob story! Plus… Is that a revolt I hear being proposed? You wouldn’t dare….”

Never before had they outwardly expressed such contempt for an individual- clearly there was something off, if that wasn’t entirely clear already.

“Why don’t we spice things up a bit? I think it would be a good idea to show you guys that we really mean business- there’s no hope in trying to stop us, ‘cuz…. Well, there’s no easy way to put this, but if you try anything funny, or go against our orders, this time we won’t hesitate to kill you!”

They drape an arm over the shoulder of their fellow mascots, looking to each of them in turn before addressing the crowd again,

“Hey, I know! Why don’t we try bringing back an old friend? That’d be pretty hilarious, right? I’ve been missing watching everyone screaming in terror lately, so let’s give these degenerates something to scream about!”

“Kehehe, same! SAME!!! I’d like to finally have a little bit of fun~!”

Getting into a familiar formation, the three mascots begin to glow, and in a bright flash-

The beastly Momoke stands before you a moment later, now elevated slightly above the crowd due to their position on stage. Their body lowers in preparation of a pounce that never comes. But, instead, they show off those infamous pairs of teeth. The same maw and talons that ended the life of Huang Xiaozhu and Rowena Christine St. Bathory gives your reflection in their metallic shine

… It seems they were hungry for more.

“ Thouġ̻ht̙̅ ̡͆tha̲͠t ẇ̼a̺͛s̤̐ ͕͛the͎̔ ̦́las̙͝t̹͆ ̢̿o̟̓f̳͋ ǘ͎s̻͠ yọ̃u̬̒’d ͎̐s̢͘e̳̚e͕̕,̙̋ ̠͘huh̆͢?̺̏ ̮̈W̭͒h̺̓at̫̐ ̜͠a… ̺̔t̰͑i͙͌r̫̂e̲̕som̭̑e͍̍ ̀͢a̬͗s͙̀su͊͟m̜̈́p̗̿t͆͢i̜͋o̔ͅn̙͠.͎̃ .”

Standing above the students, their imposing figure casts a shadow as they pace slowly - eyeing each of you up and down with sadistic interest. Their many eyes dart in all different directions to examine you all at once.

“ M̪͗o̡͝ḑ̈́e̥̕l̪͆b͕͞ǒ̞t̤̚ ̃ͅi̩͗s̯͋ ̣̊b͈̔ḛ̓i̛̱n̲͘g͜͡…̘͞ soo͂͜o͙̍o͋͟ ͕̕m͙͋eà̪n̢̍,̘̇ ̟̓wou̧͡ldn͚̈’͔̆t̺̚ ̤̋yõ̱u͈̍ k̟̾ṋ̈ow?̭̊

 ̭͗W͓̐e͇͝ ̫̀f͛͟o̠͐l̟͋l͇̅ow̡̕ th̳̐e͙͌i͉͑r̬̒ or̝͌de̳͒r̜͌s͈̃ t̜͒hi̦̕s w̛̬hỏ͚l̙̇e̮̓ ͈͛t̖̓i̼̕m̯̈e̮̐, ̙́a͍̎nd ͓͌t͕̄ĥ̯en th͚͘e̒ͅy ͚̾pla̫͆y ͎͂a me̪͌a͒͢n t̡̚ř̻ick͕̑ ͙͐w͔̃hë͓n ̰͠w͚̾e ̻́w̢͊a̬͐nṭ͒e͔͌d ̢͌to͚̒ ̳̔h̤͆a̓͢v̗̚é̙ ̯̾ḁ̈́ ̟̓b̲̀i̘̓t̹̆ ȯ͎f f̣͐un~!̼̅ ”

The abomination’s gaze train onto Modelbot. They settle down on their haunches and sway their tail as if they’re readying to lunge, but pause.

“U̞͗p̺̆u̢̎p̼̎up̻̊u̻͡p̱̑u…͍͡ ”

In one swift motion, Momoke jumps towards the circle of podiums - the stage shaking as their collective weight slams back onto the runway. Tail swishing behind them, the fusion begins stalking around the circle at the backs of the class. Whether you’re brave enough to turn and watch them as they linger by you or tensely watch as they pass by your classmates from across the circle; the strength heard in the turbines powering their joints may catch your breath - or the equivalent - in your throat.

Regardless, nothing can accurately describe the way your chest seizes as the deadliest robot you’ve encountered here brushes your backs with its fur - craning its head to stare at you individually and flash its plentiful rows of teeth.

Momoke is a constant reminder of the levels of violence capable within HPME.

Soon, their eyes set to Modelbot once again and stalk forward - only halting as Mina stumbles before the small AI to block them from Momoke’s view. The human and robotic amalgamation stare for a moment before the machine launches forward with teeth bared. The scientist gasps and puts her arms before her to brace, only for the loud CLANG of the beast’s maw snapping a foot from her face to echo throughout the room.

Momoke leans into the trembling scientist. She clings to her clutch like a lifeline and stares back in meek defiance.

They laugh again, relenting and turning to the class.

“ U̯͂PU̙̓PUPU̜͐~͉̅! So y̯̏ó̝u ̡̓a͐͟l̥̊l ͓̑t̞́h͎̀in͈̍k͓̉ ỹ̥ȏ̗u're b͕͛rav̖͂é̢?͔͘ You’ṟ̏e wil̜̓lḯ̤ng t̬́o ̭̽ś͉acr͔̋ifī͔c̪͗e ö͖́nȅ̻ of ̟̽yo͢͞u̠̒r ō̮w̢͋n becau̪͂se̠͌ yo̖͊u͓͡ ͗͟th̹͐i̝̍nk ͈͂ev̼̑erythi̥̎n̮̆g ̪̏musẗ̞́ ̹̄be ̯͡fai̼̊r? ”

Their eyes flash, a brilliant snarl greeting you all.

“ T͈̐ḥ̏en̦̾, b̯͋rā͕ve̱͛ ̪́h̖͋eroes̪͒,̺͒ y͚̓oü̼ ̟́dơ͎n’t ẅ͚́a̬͛nt͚͡ h̘̊er͔̾ ͙̆or á̤n̤̏y̹͒ mó̬re ́͢ȏ̪f͖̑ ̨̈y̞̓our iń͜n̢̅ö̻́ce̍ͅn͚͊t̢̽s̤͊ ̜̆to̤͂ die?̠͠ Yô̡u̯̍ ẗ̺h̯́in͇͝k̝̔ ̫͐you de̻͠ser̨̚v͖̄e̲̊ ̨͆so̼̔m̗̏e ̭̅happ͇̊y ĕ̡nḍ̈i̡͊ng̫̍?͓͒ ”

Momoke’s laughter builds as they jump onto Modelkuma’s chair to perch. Their technicolor talons clench the fabric until it frays and bursts.

“ Ţ͌h̝̕e̙͠n hà̻v̤̅e ̟̃th̼̏i̹̍s͉̋: A ̘͑Fȉ̱n̮̂al ͍̐Trial̹̈. ͔̏Y̌͜our big̖̀ĝ͎e̻͗st͕̾ p͍̌er̻̚form̿͟ạ͠nc̻͐è̖ ̑͟ỳ͙et!̞͒ 

Y̏͜oŭ̺r ̺͑culpȓ͖ȋ̟t? ͉̐

T̛ͅh͓̐e̟̿ pe̟̚r̛̜so̟̍n, ̲̊or͇̊ ͍̀pé̝r̞͝s̍͜onș̌, wḧ̪́ő̞ ͓͊s̻̈́t̩̐arted the Ḧ͔P’͚͞s͎̏ ͖̏M̗̋ost̨̋ E̛̥x̥̉cẹ̍ļ̚lẻ͈nt̻̏ M̈ͅut̢̊uȧ̠l̻̒ Killinġ͕ Ga̰͝m͇̀ĕ̱!͈͡“  

Momoke cackles,

 “ I̫̅n̯͝ ̡̾3͇̐ ͕̅day’s̘̀ ̨͞tì͉m̢̾e,̦͋ ̅͜yo͇̎ȕ̫ ̬̿wil̜̾ĺ͓ al̨͡ḽ̋ ͖͠r͚̃e̫͠conv̮̉en͍͐e ̦̄heŕ̗e̤͡ ̯̾f̛̳ò̯r di̟̽sč͍us͍͞s̮̏ió̡n̫̾ and ͚̂å͕ ̋͢final ̞̈́d͎̿e͕̊c̬͑i͉͒sĩ͙on.”

They stretch and push one arm of the chair to the ground with a symphony of shredding and button bursting accompanying it.

“ Ï̠f yö̧́u ̯̓s̗͐ucc̻͑e̜̐ed̡̎…̭͞?͋͟ You’ll ͙̀b̠͛ẻ̺ ͎̽f̡͊rē̝ê͉d̘̚. All̫̀ o̘͞f ͍͡th̯͞e ̌ͅpȧ̠i̘͋n̜̎ ͙͐an͉̒d̪̓ ̯͠s̳̓ù̯ḟͅf̢̈́è͉rin̬̉g̡̃ ̛͙yo̗̽u̥̇ e͜͝x͓̏p̙̅er̡̒i̲̽ence h̬̓ere̘̿ ̼̓w̲̄ĩ̫l̛̳l̦͐ ̲̑co̦͞me t̯͛o ̡̀ã̱n̮̾ en͖͞d̻͝.̦̔ ́͢

Y̪̚o̝͆ur̻͊ Ca̬̾p͔̂t̹͒or? ̰͡Y̭͞o̰͞u̩̍ can bring ̙͝t͍̂o ̱̃jusẗ͉́ỉ̪ĉ̬e in̤̈ ̤͆ȧ͜ t̬͐ruly̞̿ f͍̎abulou̼̓s̰̓ ͍̉fà̠s̜͘hio̕͢n!͉̎ ̥̌

Bu̯͡t,̞̏ ͔́î̻f̮̀ y̱͞ou ç̚h̲̊oos̛͇e ̱͠t̥̎h͇̾e w͖̾roooong ö́͜ȍ̥o̼̍o͔̎nȅ̱~̧̂? ”

Their expression darkens, malicious intent oozing from their maw.

“Ev̰̉ery̝̍ȯ̬ne̲͒ w͚͛i͓̿l͓͛l m̭̚eet the̙͌ ͔͆ŝ̰am̳̈e f̲̉a̹̒t̻͘e̲̎. ̣̄

Seem͚͆ fa͚͘ir͓̿? ͈͝

Th̰̽aṭ̾’̱͛s͇͠ ̧̔ẁ͖hat ̱́yo̝̊u ą̓ll l̨͒ikȇ͕, yes͖̄? ͕͡

Fi̠̽nḍ̽ ̠̔t̛ͅh̺̄e Capt̹́or̜̔ ̛̰or̡̓ ̄͢p̩͞er̥̽i͋͢sh̗̉!̳̎ 

A̘̽n͉̿d, ̉ͅbe̦͌f̢̿ǫ͘r͎̾e yo̞͐u ge̒͜t a͚͒ll̖͋ ̲͑up in a̭̐rms̻͂ ̨͞b̤͘e͈͛caus̉͟ê̬ ̢̎of̤̕ th̼͞ḭ̀s recen͚̓t͇͝ ̛̬deb̰̀ac̡̚le̼͂-̮̍ ”

Their eyes turn every which way again to bore holes through the gathered crowd, the grin growing.

“ Ẅ̼́e’̠̇ll ̠͛c̝͝on̖͐f̛͕ir͊ͅm t̠͘h̊͜í̟s:͚͑ 

The͗ͅ ̩̓onļ̅ỳ̬ onè̢s ŵ͍h̦̋o a̎ͅc͚̅ti͖̎vę͑ly̤͌ ̳͛b̢͆e̦̾t͕̓ray̗͌ẽ̺d̛͙ t̤̀he ̟̽c̢̑lǎ̗ş͘s we̗̍rè͜ ǎ̙p̖͡aṛ͂t̜̉ ò͔f ͖̇it̘͠ f̱̀ro̱͆m͍͡ the ͈̅star͖͋t! ̛̹

T̜̉ḫ͛i̡̍ș̃ ki̮̚llį́ng ̚ͅgame wa̞̽s̉͢ ͎͘t̥̑h͙͠ẹ̓ir̫͞ i̪͞d̟͂eá̯, and ̻̈their̢͂s’ ̬͛al̞̔on̮̓é̪.͖͡ ͈̒

W͔͗e ̩̌sim͉̏pl͕͝y…̘̌ ̳̚sṫ̮r̙̿uck ͈̚ȁ̮ deal. Ù̲p̱̊ū̻pủ̘p��̥ü̠p̮̀up~!̪̆ ”

“We’̟̅vḙ̕ ̹͒ne͓̎v͓͗er lị̾ed͖̓ ̖̽tò̦ ẏ̖o͖͆ú̹, ͍̑ĥ͕av̨͡e ͕͠w̻̍e̗͋? ̙͆O͇͋n̹̎l̜̐ẙ̠ ̗͒o̓ͅmit̗͗t̲̓ed̮͛ t̰͌hę͋ t̬͝r͉̄uth.͍̕..͉̋

 ̔͟So, ͙͋pṷ̏t̂͜ yo̮̔ur bo̰̓n̥͐ds to th̨̑ę͒ ̪̓tes̻̓t͎͞. 

Sē͕ḛ̐ if̤̍ yo͉͆ur̭̔ fool͚͘hă̧rd̘̆y͔̚ ̝̌he̬͂artș̛ ̼̉ć͍an ̭͂oveŕ͢cǒ͖m͍̆e thė̢ ̼̿bigg̗̔e̪̽šͅt ̫̊be͖̚t̜̎ra̜͗y̝̆a̖̕l̻̎ of̀ͅ ỷ̠ȯ͍u͉̓r e͇͋xistenč͔es͈͑! 

T̟̾h͆͢er̩̓e’s̜͒ ͚̐s̯͠n̻̈́akes a͚͆mo̞͘n̳̄g̤͠ you,̦̒ ̝͝t̋ͅr͉̉eaḍ̛ ͕̐c͈͡ar̻͑eful͙͞l̲̈y̹̽~̼̍ ”

With their final instruction, Momoke lets out a deafening cackle as they leap high into the air and land off stage. As their running and the laughter still echos around the room, you can hear something... faintly. The reverberation only barely allowing you to make out-

“Help.̫̆..̪̾ us...!͍̈́ ”

As they scamper away, the bright lights of the agency flicker into darkness - only to be replaced by a light blue. The pink interior of HP’s Most Excellent is now swathed in the glow of something awful and terrible.

Before any of you have to worry about making the first move, the newcomer bot hesitantly wheels back to the center of your podiums.

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Tintinnabulation || Kaz || Captors Reveal || Re: Atsuko, Preston

If anything, he was most surprised at how anticlimactic Momoke’s downfall was.

As the votes trickled in, Kaz had started priming the EMF Detonator Orbs within the small box that he had carried into the trial room. It seemed almost obvious that their chimera of a host wouldn’t let them go so easily, and he’d been ready to act when the deus ex Modelbot arrived, right on schedule. Relaxing his grip, the EMT instead turned to watch the rest of the proceedings as they happened in altogether too-quick succession: the declaration from Ailani Fan that proved they still had plenty more to worry about after, the lights that petered off into the darkness that still couldn’t quite hide the look of pain on his face...

And of course, the final flourish. 

He’s not sure what to make of the sight. In a way, it was so completely Atsuko and yet so indubitably wrong. This both is and isn’t the girl he had once trusted - sure, not as much as certain other individuals in this facility, but enough to feel genuinely distressed over the fact that it had been Atsuko all along. Add in the awareness that he had scorched more than a few bridges trying to deny what any other person likely would have pointed out during the trial and saved them half the time, and you have yourselves one very, very upset blonde robot boy. Despite this, he doesn’t dissociate away from the conversations that followed. Part of him wanted answers as well; beneath that, a primal need to understand. Knowledge was food for the artificial soul. 

(and boy was KZA mdl 005 soul fucking tired of today already)

“Ng-san, I will listen to your apology, but I cannot say if this construct will ever truly forgive you. I can only hope everyone else is more understanding to you.” He addresses the Cellist impartially, trying to sound neither angry nor sorrowful. It’s no good; after two years of pretending to himself that he didn’t feel emotions, it certainly felt quite impossible to have none to bear. This isn't what the others should be seeing, it went against every rule in the patient satisfaction handbook, but what else can he do? Holding his hands down like this, it's clear that they're shaking from something that stung to the core, so Kaz brings them out of sight.

His hands instead find themselves on the forearms of his last remaining podium partner in crime, and he squeezes gently to give her something concrete. A little bit of reassurance that Koharu isn’t the only one who feels completely betrayed by these turn of events, not that it really helps much in the long run given that... Well, how was he supposed to help someone heal from this? Sick burns aren’t quite what they used to be in the EMT dictionary.

(he’s not sure who needs the strength more right now, but he can’t even begin to fathom what Koharu must feel, even if she had been prepared for the possibility)

“Atsuko...san.” He addresses the other blonde. “I do not claim to understand or even having made the effort to know about the Reserve Course. Consider me one of the ignorant masses who had no desire to learn, because as you said, apathy makes fools of us all. I was made to serve, and for the last two years, that is all I felt necessary for. I do not know what it means to be prejudiced and shunned against, or to walk the hallways of Hope’s Peak hoping for just a scrap of mercy from the people we look up to... But I’d like to think that I know what it feels like to have the weight of many other lives bear down on your conscience. Of failures that don’t lead to growth, of circumstances outside your scant control, of people you have to face and face again - because in their eyes you’ve failed them and will always have failed them even if you’ve done everything you can. Not all voices have a mouthpiece to speak with, let alone those who have died.”

Closing his eyes, he sighs. “It means nothing, and honestly I am half-expecting that you have already tuned me out the moment I thought I could relate to you, but I am sorry. Sorry that you and everyone else in the Reserve Course had to go through what you did everyday. Sorry for the circumstances that led you both to starting this mutual killing game. Sorry for being part of the problem, and not the solution.” A pause. “Had these been a different set of circumstances, I hope we might have been able to reach some sort of understanding. I respected you, and even now knowing what you were trying to achieve, I can respect you still.”

His grip tightens up, and Kaz forces himself to let go of Koharu before he can accidentally crush her wrist in the process. Not a fan of adding injury to insult.

“But with that being said... Your ends do not justify your means. You played with our lives - and do not start on the bullshit that Ailani Fan is peddling about the so-called superior lifestyle being reborn as a Biosynthetic Humanoid can bring.” Perhaps it’s a testament to how strongly he feels about the subject at hand that his voice comes out in a low growl. “Society doesn’t change on a dime because two dozen people were forced to confront the sins we perpetuate. True, I can’t deny that your scorched-earth tactics may very well be effective, but they will be quite effective at making you the scapegoat after all this is finally said and done. While I do not particularly acquaint myself with how society functions as long as no one decides being a robot is even more subhuman than your average Main Course Student, if they are as partisan as you say they are, do you think they’ll reflect upon this tragedy and decide to change their treatment of the Reserve Course students overnight? Or at all?“ His voice slows until all that’s left is the flat monotone of an android who’s finally reaching the limit on his patience.

“What you have done is given them justification to continue to act the way they chose to do in the first place.” He falls silent at long last, out of breath and words to say until there’s more to be addressed.

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your feelings? snagtched | atsuko | captor reveal | re: kagemori

It takes a while for someone to finally speak up which, really, was a bit of a shock for Atsuko since it seemed like this group never fucking shut up, even when it would really benefit them to. What wasn't a surprise was that it was Kagemori who found their voice first. They always ran their mouth at the most inopportune times....She listens with half a mind while they ramble on about something or another. Whatever. Christ, can they get to the damn point already?

Ah, there we go!

She just laughs (thankfully, not a cackle) and rolls her eyes.

"Fanta-san, you really are a bit slow sometimes, so let's start here, yeah? Soooo, yeah. I didn't give a shit about you. You and E.ve over there are basically the epitomes of shit Main Course students. Big time. Makes sense you two totally hit it off, right? Birds of a feather and all that! 

Why would I be friends with someone who stood by and let abuse happen right under their nose? While they did nothing? Why would I support a person who represents along with their little boyfriend or whatever everything that's wrong with the broken fucking mess of parts that is the ideals of Hope's Peak Academy and Hope's Peak's Most Excellent? That's like asking someone 'oh, gee, why didn't you adopt a hornet as a pet?' or something. No duh I'm not fucking doing that.

People like you don't change unless someone gives you an idea of the hurt you've caused, y'know? So, that's why we're here. How do you like it? How do you like being thrown away?"

Atsuko looks off to the side for a moment before shaking her head, a smile still on her face.

"...You know what gets people to fucking listen? To pay attention for once in their damn lives? Death. Tragedy. Subverted expectations. That's what. I want you to picture a life where you're looked down on as scum. People don't hesitate to call you worthless. People view you as less deserving of good things. People view you as a waste of resources. People would rather you not breathe.

That's what we in the Reserve Course feel from Hope's Peak every fucking day. Every single day, we're basically told we're worth less than each and every one of you. We try just asking for something, but we're given nothing. I plea for the academy to give us a bit of money. Just something so we can possibly at least have a festival when you all do...Nope. Turns out, I need to swing the entire cost and tell my mother it was for some fucking student organization or something...It really fucking sucks when even the teachers hate you. You can tell they don't want to be with us. They want to be with you lot. With the Mainies...

It's my damn rejection letter you're staring at. Turns out, when you mom fucks your entire life up by bribing your schools to make your grades perfect because you're actually an idiot, HPA isn't too excited to let you in because there are rumors about that all that shit happened. Y'know, even when everything you have done has been through your hard work, sweat, and tears. Every single one of my student organizations was my own, but because my mother had to have the perfect fucking daughter, well, I got fucked over. Shout out to you, Mother! Not only did you give me trust issues, a fucked up set of morals, and a shit childhood, you fucked me over!

Someone steals their best friend's fucking work, and he gets in, but someone who has run their own business for years doesn't. Someone who was a gang member is considered a hope of the nation, but someone who is a poker champion is considered scum..."

Ranting, Atsuko's voice finally cuts off when she runs out of breath, her shoulders heaving as she tries to regain her voice. She laughs, shaking her head.

"....Did you know that there has never been a student from the Reserve Course featured in HPME? We're Hope's Peak students, are we not? We have talents, we just don't have titles. I told Huang right after he died, you know. I told him he let in a Reserve Course....As though I didn't already hate him....He lied through his fucking teeth to me. He said it 'didn't matter'...if it didn't matter, why was I the first? Why was I the first only because my status was hidden? Are we that...Are we that far below you or something!? Have we done something to deserve your scorn!? Have we done something to deserve the bruises and bloodied noses and hateful stares!? Have we done something to deserve your apathy!?

We....We scream and cry and beg for help, but no one listens. No one ever listens. So, I'm making you listen. You'll always remember how it feels to be hated because of a societal view. You will always remember what it feels like to have your heart ripped out and stomped on by someone who was supposed to care about you..."

Atsuko raises her eyes to stare each and every one of the people around her down, shoulders squared with a snarl on her face.

"You will always remember that it was a Reserve Course student--a talentless, worthless, scum of the world Reserve Course student--who made this happen. A worthless Reserve who couldn't even be bested by an entire class of Main Course students who are apparently the best that the academy has to offer. It took twelve Main Course--former or present--lives in order for you to best one Reserve Course. How's that for talentless."

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Seventeen | Red | Trial 6.4 | Re: Kaz; Kagemori; Information

After a moment of typing away on his ModelPad, Red looked over towards Hinata’s direction rather judgmentally. When did she even smell him? He wasn’t sure. He turned his attention onto Kaz. No last minute truth bombs…? Unbiased…?

“...Would it be best to not be forthcoming then? I am more than aware of how much is lined up against me, so I would rather be the one to bring up the information rather than have it misconstrued by anyone else. ...You all seems to be pained in some matter. I am neither captors, but it is understandable if one wishes to blame me instead if it is easier to believe in that. That said, I apologize for the lack of detail in my earlier statement regarding the mask. Still, would you kindly not use my name, Aikawa-san?”

He didn’t expect a defense of sorts for himself, so he could only stare blankly in Kagemori’s direction.

“Is that so? Apologies to you as well. I suppose I have been making many mistakes, Kanta-san. ...I still stand by what I said. I have no preference. That is all. Perhaps it would be best if I quiet myself entirely. Alas, there is still information to give, correct?”

He didn’t want to. He supposed no one wanted to. That task needed to be done though.

“The three who could use their left hands are Fujimoto-san, E.ve-san, and myself.

I suppose there could be three reasons now as to why one may be rejected from Hope’s Peak Academy now. Those would be from Fujimoto-san, Ng-san, and E.ve-san.

As for having a loss of free will, there is Kanta-san, Kumagae-san, Fujimoto-san, Hamaguchi-san, and myself. Hamaguchi-san could be interpreted as such due to his idol work. The rest of us involve, ah, family matters.

The ones in conflict with another of our own standing are Ng-san, E.ve-san, and myself.

The ones who have some sort of biblical allusion or vague connection have mentioned themselves already.

The ones with a musical background are Hachimitsu-san, Fujimoto-san, Kanta-san, Fukuyama-san, Ng-san, Mazawa-san, Hamaguchi-san, and myself.

As for closeness with animatronics, it would be Fujimoto-san, E.ve-san, and myself.

The cologne does indeed match Ng-san’s. The outfit had been worn, and both it and the mask smelled of it.”

However, it seems as though there are already defenses for all that I have mentioned.”

He was vague before to let the others take reign, but everyone was reluctant to do so. He supposed that made sense.

“Ah, I did not wish to bring up this topic of personal matters myself, but it seems that is the requirement.”

Focusing his attention on his ModelPad once again, Red monotonously drawled out information.

"‘Atsuko's parents are Fumiko Takehara and Shihei Fujimoto, as she's their only child. Her father is the Japanese Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science, and Technology, while her mother is the Japanese Minister of Defense. Since a young age, the media has had extremely high interest in Atsuko as well as high expectations for her to do a lot of great things in line with her parents' reputations. Many even went as far as to peg her as Japan's next 'Shining Hope' thanks to her endless optimism. Once she became older, she began to make a name for herself early by establishing a student council for her elementary school. This pattern continued as she went on to establish countless student-run programs - including the ever-growing Educational Ambassador Association. This carried into her being accepted as the SHSL Scholastic Ambassador for HPA where, unlike many SHSLs, she spends far more time in the Reserve Course to serve as their representative to the academy. There was a one-off rumor from a lesser-known Student Award company that accused Fumiko of bribery, but her reputation and a lack of evidence made that claim fade quickly. Atsuko is a major advocate for the Reserve Course and seeing that they get equal treatment to the Talent Course, but this is known to be an uphill battle.’

‘E.ve, or Ichiro Morimoto, was born as the second and youngest child to Haia and Hideki Morimoto. He has an older brother, Goro, that's 4 years older than him. His home life doesn't seem quite so notable, and the way his career as a Speedrunner started is also pretty modest. Him and his friend, Adam, started a streaming channel called 'e-den' where Ichiro picked up the name 'E.ve' to fit the theme of the channel. Adam was generally more popular for his technique, but E.ve was more popular for his personality. Eventually, E.ve became the sole face featured on the channel as Adam stopped streaming and posting following moving back to America - though not many people are sure why they didn't just share the account. E.ve was accepted into HPA at the peak of his career and generally seemed pretty prideful about his acceptance to the prestigious academy.’

‘Preston's parents are Eng Lim, a wealthy businessman in the shipping industry, and Grace who was a stay at home mother. He has a twin sister named Charmayne who was born 10 minutes after Preston, who had a stroke in the womb and was diagnosed with blindness and a few mental disorders.  There's also two older brothers: Vivian (13 years older) and Aubrey (16 years older) who moved away to university in a different country while the twins were young. They come from a fairly wealthy family and lived comfortably in Singapore. Each of the twins ended up being talented instrumentalists, with Charmayne picking up the Violin and Preston having talent with the Cello. Both were noted to be incredibly talented, to the point that Charmayne was granted the title as the SHSL Violinist a few years before Preston was inducted into the academy, which he was granted after his sister has graduated. The two are known to have a rivalry but, otherwise, neither seem to have any particular public statements about their stance on HPA.’”

A pause.

“Apologies. I do not have the information on myself due to, ah, eating them.”