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Post by Chihiro Fujisaki on Aug 12, 2016 17:15:39 GMT
 Had the circumstances been any different, this key wouldn't have been in his hands for more than a second. Just the idea of invading someones private room.. If he were to catch anyone in his own room, it'd be horrifying. But, of course, the group was on a mission.
As Chihiro stepped into the hallway, his eyes started scanning each doors nameplate, looking for for the one that said that name. "Lucca."
The small programmer didn't really know Lucca, or have any reason to suspect him. Though, he assumed the others had their reasons. Finding the door, he stood in front of it for a few eternal seconds, before pushing the key into the lock.. |
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Post by Bacon M on Aug 12, 2016 22:30:12 GMT
Right before you enter Lucca’s room, there’s some sort of thud on the other side. When you enter, it’s obviously a messy person’s room. At least it’s not trashed, but sheets and things are strew over the room. A very curious mask sitting on Lucca’s bed catches your eye. Perhaps you could rifle through his desk to see if you can find anything of interest. That photo on his nightstand seems… odd compared to what you know about Lucca. Maybe… you should look in the closet. |
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SHSL Con Artist
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Aug 15, 2016 5:19:55 GMT
What's that, a mask? Hoshi never really talked to this kid, but he was supposed to be an actor, and it would make sense for an actor to have a mask, but there was still something about it that made him want to look closer. Like how the features of some doors seem to draw you in, or less suitably, when the shape of certain rocks just make you want to kick them as you pass them by.
Hoshi approached the mask and set his own down beside it, wanting to thoroughly compare it with his own mask and to inspect it. For what exactly he knew not - perhaps a secret compartment, or some faded out scribbles on the inside.
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Aug 15, 2016 15:39:49 GMT
Nagito could scarcely contain himself. Being in the Ultimate Actors room was a great privalage. An honor even. Still he had to make absolutly certain that he wasn't the vile criminal that killed Chiaki.
In order to accomplish that Nagito looked at the photo on his nightstand then he went to check the closet.
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Post by Bacon M on Aug 15, 2016 15:51:34 GMT
As Nagito neared the closet, a slight bump comes from it. When the door is opened, a pair of legs lay hidden behind the hanging clothes, trying their best to not be seen. When you move the clothes out from in front of the legs, you find that it isn't just a pair of random legs, its a pair of legs that belong to Alexander Root who instantly curses under his breath. |
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Aug 15, 2016 16:06:51 GMT
Nagito smiled. What great luck it was seeing Root here. Still it was a bit strange. What would Root be doing in Lucca's closet he wondered.
"Hello Root-kun! It's quite a pleasure to see you again. You may have forgotten me but I am your pitiful servant Nagito Komaeda. May I ask you what you are doing in Bello-kun's closet. Heh heh, when I met with Fey-kun the other day he said you were "trapped in the closet" but I didn't realize he meant it so literally." Nagito said in his normal friendly manner. Though he was a bit suspicous of the scientist. After what he had found....well it wasn't his place to judge. Not yet anyway.
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SHSL Scientist
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Post by Alexander Root on Aug 15, 2016 17:58:35 GMT
 For small creatures such as we,
the vastness is bearable only through love. Fuck. Root was discovered. He thought it was a clever hiding spot. Well he couldn't decide how to hide his feet in the instance that someone looked inside…. though when he saw Komaeda he was surprised. Lucca wasn't here? This was Lucca's room right? Root took a peek out of the closet at the others that were here. What was… fuck what were they doing here? Could they be doing the same? Then again, this rag tag team was very odd. The blonde one, Mariko's friend, the guy who was willing to do anything for him who spilled soup on him, and finally that girl… had he seen the girl around? He didn't know, but she looked familiar. Well he was found, so fuck it. He had to come out and tell them what he was doing… or he could lie. He was a good liar. Then again, what was a good excuse? Even what he really was doing here wasn't a good excuse.
"…" Root knew he was blowing it. He needed to say something, but he was debating over what exactly to say. How to phrase what he really was doing so it didn't sound illegal or weird. Well, fuck it, it was gonna sound weird either way. "First of all, Willow's wrong, I'm not in the closet figuratively." Root passed by Komaeda to emerge from the closet, hating that such a joke could be made because he was hiding in a closet. He was straight. That was that. "Second of all, I could ask you the same question. How did you get into Lucca's room? Where is he? What are you doing here?" Maybe he could get them to stop focusing on him. Regardless, he continued to run his mouth, because that was just how Root always seemed to do. He just didn't know how to shut up. "Thirdly, I was hiding from you. I thought you were Lucca. I've been looking around the rooms, trying to see if there was anything related to…"
He stopped for a moment and looked to the side. "My sister was the second to find her and I just… I want to find out… what exactly happened. Anyone with eyes can tell someone did this to…" Root flipped through his journal to find the name. "Chiaki." Words: 385 | @next
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Aug 15, 2016 20:24:03 GMT
Really this was tremoudos luck. However Nagito was going to have to be careful. He was given a fantastic oppurtunity. He couldn't afford to bungle it.
"Oh I see. I'll make sure to tell him you feel that way, if I see him." Nagito said, grin still plastered on his face.
"It seems our interests are aligned Root-kun. We are also here because of what happened to Nanami-san." Nagito said looking down. His entire tone seemed to change.
"Such despair isn't it Root-kun? For someone so important to all of us. A bastion of Hope. To be slain so cruelly. My Chiaki was taken from me. I'm sure you understand. When it's the life of someone you care about so much. A reason to live, you can go to any lengths for them. "Nagito ranted. Another strange tone change
"But still. This wasn't completly worthless. All of these people here are shining with an even brighter hope. Determined to avenge their classmates deaths and find the culprit. I wonder if this was to the killers expectations, or if they expected everyone to resign themselves to despair. Pah, as if the Ultimates could be crushed so easily." Nagito said, his voice low and stranger then normal. He gave Root a sidelong glance.
"Did you find anything of interest, Root-kun?" Nagito asked. This time his tone remained the same. Conspiratorial and full of interest.
Nagito wanted very much to hear what Root has to say.
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SHSL Con Artist
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Aug 16, 2016 2:28:13 GMT
As soon as he let the mask down on Lucca's bed, he heard a cuss sound out from behind him. That voice... turning around, what he saw surprised him to say the least. "Root? What the hell are you doing there?"
And then the scientist started talking. Talking a lot, as Hoshi had come to expect from him. When he mentioned wanting to play a part in Chiaki's investigation, (the girl who's name the stupid scientist needed to look up just to remember), Hoshi wondered why the man didn't give this guy an invitation.
In a way, this meant that he was more worthy than Alexander Root is. That's something he can live with.
"You don't even remember her name," Hoshi said, turning away from him to take a look at the photo on Lucca's nightstand. "How did you get in here anyways, Root?" he asked with his back still turned, continuing on from the photo to rummage through the desk in the room.
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Post by Chihiro Fujisaki on Aug 16, 2016 22:56:43 GMT
Considering the places Chihiro spent a lot of his daily time at, working Miaya and Yasuke, the face of the Ultimate Scientist wasn't an unfamiliar one. Though, whenever that man came around, Chihiro had a tendency to just duck his head. Judging from what some people around school said, Root was a bit.. mean, to say the least. Just like then, he had somewhat been keeping in the sideline while the others investigated Lucca's room.
It had all started to get to him. The pressure, of searching every inch of the school for evidence. It'd become apparent from the moment he saw those bloodstains.. even read that name, that he wasn't cut out for this.
Though, hearing Root of all people say he was investigating her death too helped the boy snap back into reality. He was brought onto this for a reason.. That's right. Though he was still on shakey legs, the programmer walked over to wear Hoshi stood, over that mysterious mask. Once he was close to the blonde, Chihiro whispered, hoping the others couldn't hear.
"S-Sorry, I sort of... zoned out, there.." After getting that out, he took a closer look at that Mask. |
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Post by Alexander Root on Aug 18, 2016 3:35:18 GMT
For small creatures such as we,
the vastness is bearable only through love. Root had enough tact to not tell Nagito to his face he wasn't doing this for Chiaki. It was for his sister so he could at least give her peace of mind. Of course, it was helping her come to terms with reality, but he rather she come to terms to it in a less jarring fashion. Last night Wendy had nightmares and had come to him while he was in his lab crying about it. She never liked violent shows either, especially since she believed that the violence really truly happened on television shows, that people actually were getting killed… regardless, she was young still and should be able to live her life without seeing the dead body of someone she liked with blood everywhere, dead. It was a terrible way to be wrenched to reality. Root hoped to push her back into her fantasy world to later slowly pull her out so she didn't go insane from the sudden submersion.
Root looked to Mariko's friend and frowned. Didn't he know why he had a problem with names? "Yes I did; I'm sorry I fuck up when it comes to names. Would you rather I have fucked her name up and thought I was right?" Root flipped through his journal until he found the entry with the blonde's name. "Hoshi, you're friends with Mariko. Tell me, if it hadn't been Chiaki, would you be this upset? A random person you never met? Then think if Mariko had found the body. Instantly you want to help her, and therefore you want to find out what happened to give her peace of mind, yes? I'm sorry that I didn't know Chiaki very well, but I'm here to help, and that's what matters, right?"
Root sighed and flipped through his notebook looking for various things that he had found in his searches. "I could ask you how you got in here as well, I'm sure Lucca didn't lend you his key. Especially with that in here." He pointed to the mask, if one hadn't yet, they could take a closer look to see what Root was talking about. "I picked the lock, like I did everyone else's that I've looked at." Root had gone up to the roof yesterday to look, and the blue haired teacher had caught him. Root thought he had gotten in trouble, but… he didn't. In fact the blue haired guy helped him. Of course, it was late at night, and Root had snuck through their forces to try to keep the students away from the roof, since they were also worried about repeats, or so they said.
Root told the group what he had learned during his investigations.
"Anyways… have you found anything of interest? Perhaps… Perhaps I could help you interpret it, after all, my mind is far superior than any of yours when it comes to logic, well, except maybe the programmer girl. But she doesn't look like she's in the state to really… help much." Root grinned slightly, a warm sort of smile directed towards Chihiro, a sad attempted at being comforting.
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