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Quell the Dark || Chapter Three || Body

Whether you heard the words from Takumi or not, you all felt your ID buzz in the early morning. You may finally feel something different, no more compulsion to speak without filters. 

Of course that just means one thing. Checking the ID you see another message from Eriko.

Hey there y’all, once more. Glad one of ya happened across it now, imagine some of ya going for breakfast and seeing this sight! Ha! Well, oughta get y’all going to check the Kitchen, might find a fun surprise, unless Ueno want’s to ruin that.”

You can almost feel her snickering after you finish the text. But, you know better than to not follow through on what she says. Best to know? Right? 

Stepping into the kitchen you can already smell it… The twinge of iron hangs heavy in the room… Finally you eyes fall on the ground.

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#finally he's free #cd2 #masaki #body #he ded

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MLG Protea I Masaki I Closed for Kazumi

The day after the idol producer’s execution, things seemed to have calmed down a bit. The air was still heavy with the realization of how serious this situation was, but in general tensions seemed to have eased up a bit; at least from what Masaki could tell.

Presently, there was the matter of the coin Masaki had received after the trial’s conclusion. Flashbacks of the strange events that had happened the last time he visited the infernal vending machine (daki stuffing, daki stuffing everywhere) played through his head. But some people seemed to get items that were more interesting, dare he say even useful, and he was curious (though apprehensive) to give the device another try. If he got another strange fluffy thing, though, he might give up for a while.

Mountain Dew: Game Fuel: ­­ A soft drink, but not just any soft drink. Clearly, such a drink is an honor that only the most MLG Pro Gamers could ever hope to have the honor of drinking. Citrus Cherry flavored!

Well, it certainly wasn’t a dakimakura, at least. Masaki gave the machine a small nod of forgiveness. Maybe if he treated it nicely, it would give him better stuff…

As if. He clicked his tongue and turned away, planning to put the drink on a table nearby for anyone who actually wanted it. He certainly wasn’t going to drink such a disgusting, artificial sugary drink. But it seemed someone was walking in– what good timing! It would be much easier to just pawn the thing off on someone else (as long as they didn’t decide to pull a Senko).

He waved to the newcomer, gesturing to his bottle.

“Yo! Would you happen to want this? That machine certainly spits out some strange items.”

#ic #chapter 2 #kazumi #cd2

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Well, it’s better than a daki at least, but still not something Masaki really wants.

The machine is forgiven.

Masaki is going to give the infernal machine a chance to redeem itself for his previous encounter. He uses his coin.

The machine makes some puttering noises before depositing the item in the bottom.

Mountain Dew: Game Fuel: ­­ A soft drink, but not just any soft drink. Clearly, such a drink is an honor that only the most MLG Pro Gamers could ever hope to have the honor of drinking. Citrus Cherry flavored!

Does this mean you’re forgiven?

#ic #items #imagine masaki on a sugar rush #I would cry #cd2 #chapter 2

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The only selfie I have that I look ok in happy munday

#luna face #the quality is still bad tho cries #I swear I never look good in pictures #munday #ooc #pictures

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Masaki votes for Saho.

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Picked I Masaki I Trial 1.3 I RE: Delta/Saho

It matched.

Of course it did. He’d suspected it as soon as the wounds had come up, with Shiro’s idea furthering it and the test confirming. A simple answer– and though there were still some missing pieces in the puzzle of what had happened, the completed picture was plain to see.

Guess there wouldn’t have to be more body checks after all. A minor relief, but he wouldn’t have really minded much. It just saved the effort. He crossed his arms and switched his effort to Saho, small smile still on his face but with a colder touch.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself? Justification? Explanation?”

He left it at that, knowing others would berate the girl more based on their reactions.

#ic #cd2 #Chapter 1 #trial 1

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Sprout I Masaki I Trial 1.1 I Reactions + RE: Kenji, Seval, and like everything

The motive was silly. Masaki didn’t even have to put any thought into it to know it was such a foolish, frivolous thing that no one would even consider taking someone's life for it.

But he was wrong. So, so wrong. The second the announcement came, he knew that all hopes of leaving this place soon had evaporated. He’d suspected the severity of the situation when he saw a girl get tasered simply for standing up to their captors, but he hadn’t expected someone to actually listen to their incentive. He should have anticipated this; he knew how greedy humans could be, how foolish. But he’d wanted to have hope that in a group of teenagers, they would all have some common sense and a grasp on the heft the weight of taking a life carried.

He’d sighed and closed his eyes when he’d reached the scene, saying a quick prayer. He’d have to prepare flowers for a funeral shrine later, as it seemed they were now supposed to investigate the murder. What was this, a sick game of Clue? Fine. Masaki had no choice but to play along, so he might as well aim to win. Whoever did this deserved punishment, anyway. He paid close attention to the reactions of those around him, and while he did a little investigating he hadn’t found anything that hadn’t already been said.

When the trial finally came around, Masaki went to his spot in quiet contemplation, letting the others say what they’d found and formulating ideas. Eventually, he had something to say, with an unreadable smile on his face.

“My name is Masaki Hibiki, gardener. I’m sorry I couldn’t meet some of you in better circumstances. This is a terrible tragedy, and one that could have been so easily avoided. Unfortunately, someone fell for a moronic incentive, and took the life of another human being. That’s one thing to think of; who among this crowd would be interested in such a motive? Or was this murder for the motive at all?”

He closed his eyes in thought for a moment, finger tapping on his podium.

“The victim couldn’t have been stabbed in the chair. There would be blood on it, as well as a trail leading to the body. Maybe there had been a little bit of a scuffle, and an involved party accidentally kicked the chair over?”

He paused for a second, beginning to tap his finger on his podium lightly.

“I don’t think we can determine what hand the killer used unless we’re certain whether Inoue-kun was stabbed from the front or behind. The biggest clue here… is the knife. Why would the killer need to hide what weapon the wound was made with? We’ve speculated that the knife was the victim’s, and what if the blood on it isn’t his?”

Masaki swept his gaze across the courtroom, analyzing, smile still on his face.

“Think about it. The killer attacked Inoue-kun, stabbing him with scissors, but he had a knife on him. No one really knew what he was like, it seems; in a situation like this, one would be smart to keep a method of defense on them, or maybe he was planning to attack someone himself. Especially if it’s as Shimura-kun suggested and he was called out. Perhaps he swung the knife when he was attacked and injured the killer. 2 bloodied weapons would be suspicious, no? So the killer would get rid of one weapon, and leave the other to be presumed as the murder tool. I propose we check each other for wounds. Of course, there’s still unanswered questions, such as how exactly the chair comes into play and why there was seemingly no blood trail at all if the culprit was in fact injured.”

#ic #cd2 #trial 1 #chapter 1

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Masaki smiled at Kenta’s response, pleased to hear others shared the same thoughts.

“I agree. It would be idiotic to take such a silly thing with more than a grain of salt.”

Wait, was this boy trying to look taller? How adorable. Masaki had to admit he was quite proud of his height, but he resisted straightening up taller and giving the poor kid even more of a gap to stretch for. Still, he smiled, and when the boy asked about his bandages he smiled wider, chuckling.

“No, I’m afraid these are merely gardening wounds. I can be a bit clumsy sometimes. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not much of a fighter.”

He didn’t think those girls looked much like fighters, either, but he knew not to judge by appearances. His smile stayed wide until the boy said his name, and then it suddenly faltered and fell. His brow scrunched in thought, but after a quick second he was smiling again. It was likely a coincidence; it wasn’t the most uncommon name, after all. But his curiosity nagged at him.

“...Masaki Hibiki. Gardener, as per the cause of my bandages... Kimura... are you by chance... related to an Aoi Kimura? From Fukuoka...?”

Bellflower I Masaki I Chapter 1 I Kenta K

As people began to leave the studio, Kenta began to saunter casually before coming to a sudden halt. Someone was calling to him? An unfamiliar voice that he hadn’t been acquainted with called. Without much thought he turned around only to meet with someone well over his height. Staring at his chest, he reared his head slowly upwards to find a bandaged student. Another victim falling paltry to the heinous violence of Yumeno or Eriko? These grannies certainly wanted to tango with the students.

But, this guy was much taller than them(he presumed). He looked pretty lithe though, even wind could knock him over, guess height can’t make up for skills in fighting. He looked inquisitively at the other student.

“Course I ain’t taking them seriously! Why would I? It’s just a joke or something, not like someone would actually fall for their prank. It was in bad taste too and just ugh.”

He puffed out his chest and stood on his tip toes in a vain attempt to close the height difference.

“Did ya get beat up or something? I mean you got a bandage on your nose and one on the side of your face. Did you get in an argument with those two?”

Jumping to conclusions, Kenta began his little detective work over the towering person. Oh, he still hadn’t given his name to this person. He figured he should, in order to avoid any wonky nicknames he’d be given, to spare him of any embarrassment of course.

“By the way I’m Kenta, Kimura. Accepted into the academy as a bellfounder, the best one in Japan if it wasn’t already obvious. How about you stretch?”

His snarky introduction left little to no room for an ounce of humbleness. What a way to start off!

#ic #chapter 1 #kenta k #cd2 #SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG

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Bellflower I Masaki I Chapter 1 I Kenta K

After the initial reactions had calmed down and the crowd settled, beginning to disperse, Masaki was about ready to head out himself. He’d stated his case, in a much saltier manner than he’d intended to, and now he’d calmed down. It wouldn’t do any good to get worked up over something so silly– no one seemed to be taking it seriously, anyway.

He probably should make sure of that, though. People could be unpredictable, and if there was anyone that was planning to actually follow what they were told, Masaki wanted to know who it was and talk some sense into them. The only way he could figure that out was by socializing; there were some people he hadn’t yet talked to, as well, and it would be a good idea to get to know all his fellow students. Noticing a smaller boy nearby, he walked over with a wave.

“Hey. You’re not taking this seriously, right? I wonder if they actually expect us to play along.”

#chapter 1 #kenta k #ic #cd2

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Blood Isn't Good Fertilizer I Masaki I Chapter 1:START I OPEN

Regardless of how peaceful the past couple of days might have been, there were too many questions to relax. So when the promise of answers arose, Masaki was quick to get to the scene. Maybe they’d be let go, or told they have to do some sort of ridiculous initiation ritual, or there’d be a surprise party waiting for them…

Whatever ridiculous dance or chant Masaki might have been expecting to be forced into, it would have been far better than murder. He stood there in shock with the rest of the kids for a few moments, until he could figure out what to say.

Then, he started laughing, a slow sort of chuckle, and a small smile came to his face.

“Hilarious. Really, this is unexpected. Completely ridiculous.”

The gardener narrowed his eyes at the two girls, smile stretching into more of a smirk.

“Do you really expect people to play along? As if. There’s no plausible way you’d be able to hold us here forever– there are people who would look for us, you know, and your pretty little heads would look great in prison stripes. Kill someone three times? Even one death would be excessive. As horrible as humanity can be, only the dumb and deranged would try to murder three people in a situation like this. There’s no incentive to kill. We have everything we need here to live a peaceful life, and we’ll find a way to escape soon enough. It’s 22 versus 2, with the odds heavily in our favor. If this is just some moronic initiation prank, I’d suggest ending it now, before the students start getting angry and threaten to sue, or worse. If anyone was going to be targeted for murder, it would be you two.”

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh, pushing his hair back. He didn’t want to lose his cool.

“It’s foolish to think anyone would listen to such ludicrous demands. I’m certainly not going to play along, and I don’t expect anyone else to." 

#chill masaki #chapter 1 #ic #chapter 1: START #cd2

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Hidden puzzles, huh? That would be interesting, certainly. “Ghost stories, huh? I can appreciate some good horror tales. Perhaps you’ve written something I’ve read?” 

Masaki hummed, foot tapping the floor in thought. “Well, they did say to get along, but they didn’t say this was the purpose of trapping us here. ‘Don’t want to spoil the plot’, the cheerful one said. It’s strange, but I don’t think we should worry too much yet.” 

The most worrisome thing was the gassing, and the fact that they weren’t sure how long they were supposed to be kept here. Masaki didn’t want to waste his energy dwelling on it for too long, though. He smiled at Yuhiko’s recognition.

“Yes, the water rose. That was my creation. Nice to know some people here have heard of it.”

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#ic #cd2 #yuhiko #prologue #so last minute holy shit

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If there was one thing Masaki wanted to spend his afternoon doing, it was anything but clean up inappropriate pillow scraps. None of this was his fault, anyway. It all started with the infernal machine.

“Well, you did cause the mess, so it’s only right you clean it up. It’s not fair to make someone else do your work.”

Masaki began backing away from the room as quickly as possible while still appearing casual. He wanted to get away from this situation soon, and hopefully forget about it entirely by the evening.

“Ah, you can keep the bear. Thanks for, uh, your assistance in getting rid of that... thing.”

And with that, he quickly strode out, leaving Senko to a giant stuffed bear and a pile of daki stuffing. Good luck Senko.

Bold Colors | Senko | Prologue | Closed for Masaki

 Watching as the bits of fluff rained down upon the kitchen floor, Senko felt an odd emotion overwhelming her. Perhaps it was evilness, she thought it was evilness. Or maybe justice in this case as she had destroyed something of such an evil caliber and rid the world of an unholy stain. But at the same time, she wanted to throw her head back and laugh manically, it just felt right.

 Until Masaki mentioned that last bit. She paused, looking over her destruction.

“Awww…do I gotta?” She cranked the puppy eyes up to eleven, she really didn’t wanna look at more of Jiro’s bikini’d crotch than she already had, much less touch it. 

#I'm so sorry #this is a good thread ending #thanks masaki #prologue #senko #ic #cd2

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Masaki sort of just stood there in quiet contemplation as Senko reacted to his “winnings”. Why had his life come to this? When he woke up in this place, he never would have expected anything like this to come from it.

He sighed, and was about to offer the girl the teddy bear, so that he could at least get rid of one of these damned things, but then she ran off. He waited, still holding the daki (at a comfortable distance away). Now that he thought about it, he recognized the person on the daki from those among the room they’d woken up. How embarrassing. He wondered if he could ever trust the infernal machine again.

Then Senko came back with her weapon of destruction, and Masaki was stuck holding the pillow still, stiff as a board, watching bits and pieces of pillow fluff and printed skin fly all over the place. His expression remained wide eyed and blank until the girl had finished, and then he dropped the remaining bits of pillowcase in his hands. Daki bits were littered everywhere-- unholy fluffy chaos. If they would supposedly get in trouble for using the garbage disposal, what about this mess?

The boy blinked twice and cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“That was... a bit unnecessary. Are you planning to clean this up?”

Bold Colors | Senko | Prologue | Closed for Masaki

 Oh! Someone else is here, that’s exciting! Well, unlike Kenjii, this was not a face she remembered, not even from the bus trip. But that was fine! There was the potential to make a new friend. Not to mention if those shiny coins he held had any indication, he’d like be grabbing some more fun gear from the mystery machine, that was always exciting! Senko clambered around to see what he may get, and the first drop was a good result. 

“Uwaa~ It’s so cute!”

On impulse alone, Senko reaches forward to stroke the bear, recoiling when she realizes she may be, in fact, too close to Masaki’s personal bubble. 

The next drop wasn’t nearly as good, however.

“Huh?”

It took a moment to process what she was looking at, but finally, it came to her.

“OHMYGOSH! Ewewewewew! Grossgrossgross!”

In honor of the disgust, Senko flailed her arms as if to swat away the image. Oh, she prayed she would forget that, but maybe it was too deeply ingrained in her mind to ever leave her. However, it seems Masami needed her for something, for a garbage disposal? 

“Don’t do that, it’ll clog up the disposal and then we’ll get in trouble,”

Who was this we? Senko hadn’t had any involvement in any of this. Wait, there was one more option for this conundrum. 

“Just a second,”

And she disappeared in a flash to search the kitchen. She pulled open every drawer and opened every cabinet in search of something usable for her grand plan. Nearly everything was open before she decided on something, and that something was apparently a fork.

“Die unholy beast!”

With the battlecry proclaimed, Senko got to work…stabbing the pillow with a fork. Stuffing and bits of the pillow flew everywhere, leaving Masaki as just the one to hold the pillow still or else receive a fork to the hip. Yeah don’t move around too much, Masaki.

#ic #prologue #thanks senko #senko #cd2

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Masaki did have to wonder how many cameras were around this place, and how many of them were rolling. It would be alright if they were just getting footage of the students walking around the studio, but if someone was filming him while he was asleep, that’s where he’d draw the line.

He shook Yuhiko’s hand and chuckled.

“An ‘Escape the Room’ game, huh? That could be a possibility, though I don’t see any puzzles to solve. It seems we’re free to wander around parts of the studio; we just can’t leave. It’s a peculiar situation, certainly, but they can’t hold us here forever.”

It seemed they were supposed to stay for a while, but how long would that while be? People would start getting impatient if they had to wait too long for answers.

“You have a talent, yes? Ah, I’m the SHSL Gardener.”

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#ic #prologue #yuhiko #cd2

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After leaving the kindergarten set, Masaki went off looking around. When he got to the catering hall, he noticed someone there already, standing in front of a weird vending machine with her new spoils. He approached, offering a curious smile, and leaned forward to examine the machine.

“Ehh? So we put our coins in here, and things come out? Interesting...”

He said, half to himself. With a slight shrug, he put his own coins in, and out popped.... well.

Huggles The Bear: A cute stuffed brown bear toy with a superimposed heart on it’s torso. Along with the gaudy heart design there are several more hearts located on its forehead, its left cheek, and the right part of its arm. It’s soft to the touch and completely huggable, sometimes you gotta find something to embrace when you’re alone. Shh don’t tell anyone about your little exploits now.

Jiro Dakimakura: Well that was unexpected. [nsfw]

… Have fun Masaki.

How either of these things fit in there were the least of his worries. Masaki’s face went blank, and he sort of just stared. The first item was strange enough, almost sickeningly adorable, and the second item was just. Well.

Then he remembered there was someone else bearing witness to this spectacle, unfortunately. He turned slowly, an unreadable expression on his face.

“..... Do you have any idea where there might be a garbage disposal around? Unless you want these.”

Bold Colors | Senko | Prologue | Closed for Masaki

 After having her reunion with Kenji, Senko decided she wanted to have a look around and see what she might find. Upon investigating her own person, however, she was puzzled to find two coins. Huh. Maybe she could use those later.

 But this place didn’t seem so bad. It was mostly boring stuff, but finding the kitchen was nice. Though she gladly would have stuffed some food in her mouth, it looked like there was nothing prepared. Oh well, she’d have to make a note to come back later. It was what was in the back that really concerned her, though.

“Gashapon!”

One of her favorites! While it was certainly a weird concept to have a gashapon in a movie set, much less in the kitchen of a movie set, Senko decided not to question it. But how was she supposed to get to the items? Perhaps with those weird coins she found?

 Apparently so. The coin fit perfectly into the slot and accepted it when she churned the crank. A resounding bang excited her as she received her prize, but upon opening it she found…

Rusted Bell: It’s a tiny rusted bell, the chime is somewhat prevalent, but faint, there are also tinges of gold paint flecked throughout. It is fairly worn, but going for that vintage look ought to be easier now with this accessory at your side.

“Huh??”

 What kind of prize was this? Well, it could be considered a toy, it still made a nice sound like a toy, but at the same time she was wholly disappointed in it. Oh well, she still had one more coin left, and she inserted it hoping to receive something better.

Ruby Bow Slippers: Some kitten-heeled flats with “ruby” bows. They’re the kind of shoes that little kids buy, except they seem like they would fit you or one of your classmates. 

“Huh????”

 Ok, so while that had been better-it was certainly cuter albeit not her style-it still wasn’t what she had expected. What kind of machine spat out shoes? She had heard of machines giving out used underwear, could this be the same thing? Were these shoes used? Did they have athlete’s feet? Oh, there were so many questions.

#ic #prologue #senko #cd2 #he didn't ask for this

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Out of curiosity, Masaki uses his 2 coins on the machine.

The machine shakes for just a second before ejecting the items. How did either of these fit inside it?

Huggles The Bear: A cute stuffed brown bear toy with a superimposed heart on it’s torso. Along with the gaudy heart design there are several more hearts located on its forehead, its left cheek, and the right part of its arm. It’s soft to the touch and completely huggable, sometimes you gotta find something to embrace when you’re alone. Shh don’t tell anyone about your little exploits now.

203: Jiro Dakimakura: Well that was unexpected. [nsfw]

… Have fun Masaki.

#GOD FUCKING BLESS #MY TRADITION CONTINUES #items #prologue

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Masaki looks up from his ID, where he’d been looking over the maps. There was a garden, he’d noticed-- at least he would have something to keep him occupied as long as they were supposed to stay here. Hopefully they’d have some good reading material around, too. 

He examines the boy in front of him-- a bit smaller, pretty cute outfit. Masaki offers a small smile, slipping the ID in his apron pocket and shrugging his shoulders.

“Well, the right to film freely is protected in Japan, but technically, they are supposed to have our consent in a circumstance like this. However, we don’t really know if we’re being filmed; all of these cameras around could be off. We did agree to come to a film studio-- maybe consent to being filmed was on the permission slip. I didn’t bother to read the small text.”

He stands up straighter, smile widening a bit.

“Ah, let me introduce myself, since I believe we’re all supposed to be classmates-- I’m Masaki Hibiki. And you?”

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Yuhiko was awake. He really wished he wasn’t. Kindergarten classrooms are always… so tacky. And they’ll probably want him to put on the little yellow hat to go home and… Wait… Wait waaait… Yuhiko lets his brain click and whirr like an old pc, trying to come to grips with what’s actually going on. Did he sign up for some kinda mystery movie he didn’t know about? Maybe it had been in all those super huge contracts and legal notices he and mama had to work through as part of his acceptance to the school? None of this is clicking together… and its starting to sound like a really shitty version of one of his stories… “Hey… do you remember signing anything about being in a movie? They have to sign you before they film you, right? I saw that on TV…” He calls out to the nearest student, gesturing for their attention as others react to the chaos themselves.

#ic #prologue #yuhiko #cd2 #time to find my muse again