trial; JAEHWA&SULLY | we interrupt this very serious trial to bring u: comedy

With all these theories flying past him at a moderate speed, Seung began to zone out for most of the trial at this point, vacantly staring off into the space in front of him. The only investigating he’d done was find…a blood trail to say the least, but he wondered on if someone was going to bring it up– if not already, for the mun is very much in the worse state of mind to write things. Bah, whatever, the whole mystery will be solved in the end…right…?

A pun snapped him back into reality, his eyes sliding over to look in the direction of the punny fellow that had made it, almost having a grin grow on his face with a thumbs up. Except, he didn’t approve of the method of showing their arms, as much it would be logical to in a situation like this. Oh, and the suggested stripping idea was still ever so present within this trial, making him scowl a bit at the thought of him succumbing to what people had said. The nerve…!



… Oh, no, not this sort of 90’s movie cartoon whatever the hell idea. 

“Quit that.”

“Quit that.”

He could feel himself get frustrated at every word that had that individual to go ahead and…!!! Ohhhh, this was annoying,  why did this guy even have his goddamn voice– or at least, a voice similar to his.

Meanwhile, Suleiman Ahmed was positively glaring across the courtroom. Because fuck; his life just had to be the cruelest joke ever. If he- a singer of star-spangled fame and riches- was going to have the same voice as an antisocial gaming nerd… Fate was laughing at him, wasn’t it? 

“I swear to…”

“Swear to God…”


“I hate you.”

“I hate you.”

Listen to my heart!!||Yui||School Trial [re: all]

Ugh, she was starting to get a headache. Could these people get any louder and more confusing? Everyone was falling apart, it sucked! Especially since she did not want to die today.

“Huuuuum… we’re getting nowhere! I just wanna know who did it. I don’t get too much sleep already, and YuYui’s tiiiired!”

The idol huffed and crossed her arms. Was she serious? Does she even want to catch the killer?!

“As for my arms and eyes, both are clean!”

Her arms were already mostly uncovered, but for clarity she took off her plaid and showed two perfectly clear- if not abnormally so- arms. Her eyes looked quite normal as well.

“Buf y'know, bruises and all of that can be covered with makeup! If someone brought some with them, like stage stuff or liquid foundation, they could cover up things like that real quick! All we’d need to figure out is who here would have something like that! I have a bunch of makeup, idols must always look in tip-top shape after all! But we already proved that it wasn’t me- and I’ll lick down my arms to prove I don’t have any makeup on them, if you’d like!”

Please don’t lick your arms, Yui.

School Trial - Nice One!

“…You got it right, congratulations! It was a nice ride, I loved seeing you debate, all gangster like…so cool, soooo cool.”

“Although…everything has to finish with something, right?”

“Well, we’re finishin’ this with somethin’ wonderful…You, Ryo Yasui…”

“Heh…time for our wonderful execution, no?”

School Trial | Chiharu | 06 | apologies | [RE: Nao]

There was a cautious look on Chiharu’s face as Nao approached. He wanted her to at least… take off her hat?

“What the fuck did you just fucking say to me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in middle school, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret photo shoots on The Collective, and I have over 300 confirmed magazine covers. I am trained in gorilla fashion and I’m the top model in the entire Japanese armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another customer. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me in the trial room? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the castle and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your fashion sense. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can accessorize you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with vintage pieces. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed clothing, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Mori Girl mixi community and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.”

She took off the hat.


(… What was the point in that?)

Koemi Submits With 10 Minutes To Go With Starbucks || Koemi || trial || Re: Everyone

“Muwata-san is right. No one really knows each others talents unless you’ve been outright askin’ or it’s publically available to us, and if it is, I just haven’t bothered to look it up. I’ve been keepin’ Muwata-san in line for like the past two hours and if she’s not a kazooist, then I’m a fashion model.”

Koemi is so not a fashion model.

“So tryin’ to link the gun to someone isn’t really an easy way to do this. I mean…”

She looks at Rika briefly.

“Th’ was a ring on the dead kids hand. But. I mean, they’re right, and man, I don’t like judgin’ people, I just wanna get along with everyone which is kinda funny when I don’t even know anyone but Muwata-sans’ name and I barely recognize anyone who isn’t super popular.”

“But y’just really don’t have any proof it’s not you and we don’t have anyone else it could be, I think, so…”

Koemi shrugs. Then she leans into her podium as she makes a vote.

Alice | Capital Pun-ishment [RE: Minoru-ish, Shoko-ish, Rover]

Alice was about ready to indignantly protest any involvement in PK-tan’s murder – they hadn’t gotten along near the end, but she’d never–! But then Shoko-tan said it for her, and then Minoru-kun elaborated that he wasn’t accusing anyone in particular and that…made it okay. She guessed.

But then of course, she thought to herself, she would be a suspect, wouldn’t she? Nearly everyone was.

“Right then. What Rover said! Everyone, show your arms. If you’ve got a bandage, take that thing off! If you refuse, it’s mighty suspicious~”

“You have the right….”

“To bare arms.”


Nicknames? Apparently...|Muwata|Trial 1|Re: Rika, Arthur, Yuuki

Muwata sighed at the group of ignorant idiots. Did some of them not hear her? She confirmed that the gun killed the stupid pizza guy. Wasn’t that enough? Sighing, the Sax player walked from her podium, empty gun raised to the ceiling. As she walked to Rika, Muwata pulled out her Kazoo to play the first few seconds of this song so that maybe she could catch the attention of others. Perhaps this time, more would listen.  

When she handed the gun to Rika, Muwata stopped playing. She then, mouth still holding Kazoo, walked back to her podium to speak.

“Hey you: Hoodie. You sure you’re not just accusing guns over there because you feel like it? I mean, more than one person can own a gun here." 

Her words sounded weird with the kazoo in her mouth. Once she took it out though, her voice sounded much easier to understand.

”…Don’t get me wrong, guns. You seem suspicious I guess, but I don’t want to accuse you without definite proof. A gun is like a kazoo: technically anyone can own one. If monobear was truthful about the gun not belonging to the armory, that’s one thing, but without proof…I don’t feel right accusing someone outright. Even I have rules…I guess.“

Wow Muwata. That was….surprisingly nice of you, Muwata. She then turned to Yuuki and sighed.

"Think logically: For example, do you know everyone’s talent in this room? Perhaps more than one deals with guns. Or perhaps one has a gun for safekeeping. Running your mouth like that without more proof is….unsatisfactory." 

[ Monobear Theatre ] | Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? | Yue You | [ Lies and Slander I tell ya ]

[ TW: ment. of neck trauma ]

Were Yue You Yu, or should we say, Fang Hua Yu, a normal and respectable person – perhaps she may have felt regret for her childish actions during voting after the real reveal. But no, Fang Hua Yu, was a bitter, and wholefully childish person. Perhaps less so then when this whole fiasco began – but putting a wig on a dog still made it a dog.

So only true unadulterated bitter jealousy was coursing through her as she watched Minoru comfort his ‘lover’. Someone he had just met, what, less than a month ago? Him, a disgusting fucking murderer – deserved comfort before death more than she had her whole life?

Huh, huhuh, wowwww.

Just fucking get it over with, cut his little dǎnxiǎoguǐ throat.

So the last thing she planned to give him was the look of a shārén bù zhǎyǎn throughout his little white-boy sob story of a death – until she was faced with none other than herself.

Fuck? What the fuck?

Was this supposed to make her feel something? Like she was the one in the wrong?

Fucking — yeah whatever, tell me my conscious was eaten by a dog but this??

Before she had a chance to full on blow up, Yue felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and the mouth that had opened to drop bombs turned into a muttering.

qqù xià dì yù….. qù xià dì yù…… qù xià dì yù…….


With that hot mess over, she turned to face the man she’d tossed aside a serious vote on to be a little stinker.

“ So—? Ghostwriter? Hah— if you wanted to see ghosts you shoulda’ fuckin’ went to a cemetery, no need to do all this stupid shit, Ègùn. “

Quipping a wit even in the face of dubious danger? Yue You.

Of course, she’d listen to whatever was going to be said but – she sure as hell didn’t really feel like giving it all the time. They were done right? They could leave? Yue’s eyes fluttered half lidded – fuck it all.

Gigantic O.T.No | Kosuke | Trial Post 003 [RE: Kikuyo]

The trial clock was ticking down, and Kosuke began getting nervous, the evidence began to pile on top of Kikuyo, and that concerned him more than anything. There was no possible way that she could have killed Nanoka…


“Kikuyo-chan… w-what are you saying? You cannot possibly be… b-be…”

His heart dropped into his stomach. The leggings. Irrefutable evidence.

“N-no! No this is not right! It cannot have been you! It… it…”

Don’t play the fool, Aozora. It’s difficult, I’ll give you that. But there’s no sense in refusing to admit what’s staring you down. Face it like the man you are. Or… the one you at least think you are.

The next words were choked sobs, uttered only with the greatest of effort.

“B-but… why? W-what drove you t-to this… slaughter?

Trial #6 :: CU [ feat. Chitose, Hiyoko, Nao, Tae-hyun, etc. ]

It had been a while since he felt like he was thinking so hard.  Had the previous CU really not use his brain that much?  It arose in the form of a headache to which a quick rub of his temples was used to attempt to relieve it.  What the boy needed was a good nap.

“What’s really throwing me through a loop here is– ”

He stopped as the masseur completely pulled his attention by saying he was in possession of his lewd body pillow.  He was poised to stop him from calling him that stupid nickname and demand he toss out the disgusting thing when he continued seemingly enraged?  This did not fit with the image of Tamashiro he had in his mind.

It must’ve been the Despair Syndrome or whatever.

He had quite the cajones to call him out for his tattoos.  Not only was it an excruciatingly long sequence, but it was very painful!  He was proud of them and before all this nonsense he displayed them with pride.  He was fire itself, wasn’t he?  There was no way he would allow himself to be intimidated by the other male, nor let him speak ill of his treasured body art.

He unzipped his sweater vest and placed it behind him, keeping his eyes focused on Tamashiro.  This revealed his body armor that stopped a little below his ribcage and consumed his shoulders and neck.  Next, the skin-tight body armor went up and over his head, it too was placed messily atop the other article of clothing.  Even just removing this much, the tattoos that covered his body, all the way up to his neck, were in full flourish.  As he undid the binding, the remainder of the tattoos were exposed to the students for the first time.

Flames, starting from a deep crimson red on his finger tips and slowly changing to a bright shade of yellow as they reached his neck.

He looked down at his body and grimaced.  It had gotten so… flimsy.  He pinched at the extra skin that had appeared, appearing disgusted.  He needed to tone up.  Even then, exposing his arms like that, he felt a stinging sensation in them. He rubbed at them for a bit knowing that someone didn’t like them being exposed.

“Tamashiro.  I’m going to have to politely ask you to it your ass down before I place you in it myself.  I am quite proud of my tattoos, thank you.  The only thing freaky around here is your attitude and–”

He stopped closing his eyes and pressing his knuckles against his mouth.  The line of conversation would only be a consistent exchange of petty jabs.  He cleared his throat, trying to get back on track.

“Good on ya, Niwatori, you too Heiwano.”

They actually took the time to read it, showing more of the damaged note.  He nodded along with Heiwano smugly.  No, he was not affected by this Despair Syndrome or what have you.  To say he was was nothing short of an insult to his true character.  Shortly after, he couldn’t help but snicker at Tae-hyun’s little dig; they were right.

“Whaaat, you didn’t like the tiny anime schoolgirl version of me?”

The new CU was certainly more easy-going then the last to say the least, and more flexible in terms of mood.  He chuckled a bit more and then refocused..

“Everyone stop gawking, it’s weird…  ahem… At any rate.  Same height as the stuttering dweeb over there and the purple-haired lady?  hm… Sasaki Yuzuki weighed 63 kilograms if the bear wasn’t lying to me.  Also, that axe looks on the heavy side too, not to mention moving those doors?  Points to someone on the strong side, no?”

He rubbed his chin, really giving his brain a work out as he tried theorize.

“Man… I’m drawing a blank, guys.  Apologies.”

Wordy || Koemi || Trial || Re: Muwata, Attn: Everyone

Koemi Kagome has a very hard investigation life. It consisted of keeping Muwata in line. As such, as they end up in the trial room, and Koemi finds herself, just this once, next to the saxophonist, she has a fantastic poker face but gives a not-quite true long-suffering sigh of ‘oh monokuma-kun, why did thou forsake me and end me up with Muwata?’

“I checked the ring, out of curiosity, to see if it actually, uh, fit… Hitoshi or not.”

Koemi finally says. Lo! She speaks! More than five words! Amazing.

“It did fit him perfectly, so I think it probably was his, or he got it from someone that knew his size, or two people up here had matching ring sizes. While helpin’ Muwata-” While babysitting Muwata- “Muwata-san, we checked out the trash cans and the kitchen more thoroughly but didn’t find anything important.”

One More Confession; An Invitation to EVERYONE. | Hibiki | RE: Alice

“I guess since I’m so close to my death, I can just tell you anywa-”


And there it was. The first act of violence directed towards her. Of course, she knew she deserved something like that. Hell, she knew she even deserved that execution that will soon be coming her way. But, despite how hard the girl smacked her, all she could do was laugh.

“Murderers are people too. Hey.. while you’re at it, you might as well not consider Red Rover a human being anymore as well. I admit that I stabbed him first, but near the end of the whole ordeal, he just wasn’t fighting out of self defense anymore, that much was obvious. It was a fight to death. I hope you realize that I could be the one dead right now, and Rover be on the lne waiting for execution. Just a thought.”

Please, your little acts of violence mean nothing to me.

“How well do you all pay attention? Not very good apparently.. I never sweat, I never react.. that should be a perfect indication of my condition. Learn to pay attention.”

Looking away from Alice, she directed her attention back towards everyone else to give a small little announcement. Taking a deep breath, she put back on her grin, and placed her hands on her hips.

“Consider this a formal invitation. Take your anger out on me. Punch me, kick me, do whatever you see fit. I can’t even feel it anyway. How do you suppose I can stand here with such a terrible stomach wound and not bat an eyelash? Come on, I’m waiting!”

Whether she was bathing in the attention or was repenting for her sins, that would remain unknown. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

School Trial | Naori | [RE: Shun]

As Shun spoke, Naori’s eyes narrowed and her hands moved to her hips. She waited in frosty silence until he was done talking, and then turned to the waiter.

Shut up.”

“What do you know about investigating? What do you know about lynching? Just a few trials ago, you voted for me as a killer just because I happened to talked to the victim. Once. Where was your empathy then? Where was your justice?”

“Gorou-kun’s only been here for a week, and he’s already done more than you have to help in a whole month. All you’ve done is be a nuisance, and choke your boyfriend out like some kind of alcoholic loser. Hell, I’ll bet you haven’t even set foot in the tunnels to help us dig our way out of here, have you?”

“You’re an idiot and a hypocrite, Hikeshi, and I hope everyone realizes that after this trial.”