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Dangan Suffering 2: Schism | Roster
What follows is the list of WC Operatives selected to convene for a special task force, one year after the events of Project Suffering.
Operative Bullseye, Ultimate Darts Player
Operative Chimera, Ultimate Engineer
Operative Cog, Ultimate Inventor
Operative Cue, Ultimate Gang Leader
Operative Dorian, Ultimate Model
Operative Friday, Ultimate Scream Queen
Operative Hex, Ultimate Apiarist
Operative Labrat, Ultimate Sportswear Model
Operative Lioness, Ultimate Conservationist
Operative Lyric, Ultimate Social Magnet
Operative Maestro, Ultimate Composer
Operative Nightfall, Ultimate Phantom Thief
Operative Paradigm, Ultimate Polyglot
Operative Selene, Ultimate Morgue Assistant
Operative Starling, Ultimate Puppeteer
Operative Tomahawk, Ultimate Lumberjack
[Once again, thank you to everyone who applied! This is a small game with a limited number of slots, so please don’t feel badly if you didn’t get in! I still really appreciate your attention, and I wish everyone well! I’ll be adding accepted players to the official chats soon!]
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After the Storm | Ch1 C2 Suffering Game | Conclusion
“Y-you can. Can go. Now.” Kazuya is obviously struggling to get the words out, still shaking badly enough that they’ve retreated back to lean against a wall to steady themself. The wall you’d all entered through opens up again to admit you.
Just as before there are no turns to be seen, it’s just a short, straight passage back into the areas you’ve all become familiar with over the past ten days. Is that really all it’s been? Somehow it feels longer. Somehow it feels like that alone, that mere hour or so in the Wheel Room, was a lifetime.
For Hidehisa, it was.
But what else is there to do? Nothing. Nothing to do and nowhere else to go but back into your comfortably furnished prison. The transmitters in your ears are silent, but for many of you it will be some time before the recent new screams stop ringing in your ears.
As you all eventually file out, Kazuya slides down the wall to sit on the floor, pulling their knees to their chest and burying their face in them. It will be some time before they move again, long after the last of the other ‘subjects’ has left the room and the metal plate has slid back into place.
Once again it’s over… but not really. The motive is done, but the game will happen again. A reprieve has been bought at the price of Romeo and Fran’s suffering, and Hidehisa’s life. Costly indeed, for a mere five days.
The rest of the evening is yours.
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[Everyone is now free to submit reactions. Official Chapter 2 start and new map areas will be posted tomorrow, Sunday, at 1pm PST.]
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Clothing Act | Ch1 C2 Suffering Game | Pt. 6 (Feat. Romeo)
The screen switches off unceremoniously, and rises back into the ceiling. Kazuya has their hands pressed over their face, shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze, barely clinging to an otherwise barren branch. For a second as they try to raise their head it looks like they might just collapse.
“That. Th-that.” The words just won’t come. But they don’t need to. The blonde stranger stands up, straightening from where he was kneeling beside Fran, and turns to walk towards the back wall.
“No one else… will have to spin, this time. The… last punishment… will happen now.” He speaks softly even as he’s moving, and the wall slides open again to admit him - he disappears into it, and it shuts. But while that was happening yet another thing was as well - so much so fast, so much at once.
The androids have surrounded Romeo.
[CW: Eye Trauma, Blood]
This time there are three androids holding him - one on either side to manage his arms, one behind him to hold his head in place. It hardly seems necessary, given how thin he is. It’s hard to imagine the elegant young heir, a modern day aristocrat, putting up any kind of fight, especially against such implacable foes. But perhaps there’s actually a kindness in it - this way he can’t inadvertently make the whole thing worse by jerking his head at the wrong moment or instinctively throwing up a hand to block any blades.
After what you’d just seen happen to Hidehisa, something about this might seem like it should be anticlimactic. And yet…
A fourth android takes its place in front of Romeo, raising a hand with a single blade extending from its finger. The blade curves slightly, almost scoop-like, an association unpleasant enough to churn even the strongest stomach as it’s put to use.
The act itself takes only a moment, quick and brutal yet precise and efficient. Nothing splats to the floor this time - the eye is caught mid-fall, an android swinging its arm with an open compartment to catch it.
The screaming lasts much longer.
Their job complete, the androids release Romeo and move away again, back over to the wall, which opens to admit them. Only then does the blonde stranger reappear, movements a bit more stiff than before, his prosthetic tapping against the floor as he moves to Romeo’s side.
“I should… take him… to the Infirmary.” He says as he tilts Romeo’s head back with a hand in his hair, and then leans down to murmur something to him.
Romeo had dug his heels into the ground from the moment he saw the blade, had tried to escape, but his struggle had been as useless as can be, the small “No, wait” and the nervous laughter ignored- it wouldn’t last long. It would soon be replaced by screams.
Romeo doesn’t ever lose his countenance. Not over death games or secrets. But as the robots let go of him, he sinks to the floor, hands in front of his face and yet not touching. Screaming, the kind of screams that can only be brought out by a pain deep enough to connect to something much more animalistic and primal in every person. Those of you who have the right angle might see the tears on his face, much less noticeable of course than the blood, his beautiful face a grimace of pain.
Maybe he deserves this, for taking things so lightly earlier. Maybe it’s cathartic for you to see him like this.
It’s hard to say if he thinks like that, or thinks anything at all.
When he is approached, though, moved, his screams lessen, and his sobs grow more noticeable. He’s grinding his teeth. Trying to keep his mouth shut. His fingers digging immediately into the stranger’s coat, holding on close. A deeper sob masks whatever it might have been he has been told, but he increases his grip, and nods, shaking and weak. His lips barely move. If he replies at all, it’s hard to say.
The stranger is clearly tense, freezing for a moment as Romeo latches onto him. And then he reaches into one of the pockets on his coat again, the movements nearly automatic. Whatever he does next is quick, involves rolling up one of Romeo’s sleeves, but with the way they’re positioned by each other it’s hard to see even if you wanted to.
Whatever it is seems to help. Romeo quiets some, after, and the other blonde is able to get out a pad of gauze and press it over his… where his eye was. He holds it there for him, and after a moment nudges and tugs him up to his feet. It isn’t a smooth motion, the blonde struggles to both stand, his prosthetic making a few soft whirring sounds as the robotic mechanisms adjust, and help Romeo, but they get there. And then he starts guiding the injured man out of the room, back into the passage the androids disappeared into.
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No Encores | Execution | Chapter 1
There’s hardly any time to react to the stunning development before another of the metal plates on the walls slides open and something comes shooting out, almost too fast to see before one end of it has closed around Hidehisa’s neck. A metal clamp, not quite a collar but securely grabbing them nevertheless and then - just like that, they’re gone. Yanked backwards into the darkness of the wall, which scrapes shut again promptly behind them, barring any attempts to follow or mount a rescue.
Within minutes there’s the sound of more movement - this time from above, as a massive screen descends from the ceiling and lights up. Images flicker onto it, settling into high definition.
NO ENCORES
[CW: Falling, Head Trauma, Serious Injuries, Written Gore]
The background scenery deconstructed then transformed into something else entirely, laying flat and then springing forward as a new location like a children’s pop-up book, cardboard caricature. A pair of glimmering fabrics, one black, one white, descended from the ceiling.The gentle rippling of the cloth soothed his ears followed by the hum of an excited crowd. He faced the new set, a circus just like home. What better way to mock him with a final performance. The disheveled, weepy Hidehisa couldn’t refuse despite the circumstances. A gig was a gig after all. It called to him. He forced the biggest smile he could ever muster and secured himself in the aerial silks.
The audience, composed of faceless androids, roared as he took off. It was a basic routine, nothing too spectacular- they didn’t pay. They didn’t deserve his best. He twisted and twirled, impressing no one. Slowly, his routine lost vigor, and soon, Hidehisa hung there, taking his final moments of suspension before ascension.The faux crowd soured in an instant, fizzing recorded playback booing his idleness. He did his all to ignore them, until yet another android wobbled up to him in stilts, carting a cartoonishly large pair of scissors. Hidehisa’s watery eyes widened, then closed shut. Surely he’d perish falling to the floor from this height, his greatest fear, the most despairing of executions. Without further warning, the scissors clip shut over the silks.
The trapeze artist plummeted to the floor with a sickening crack. He couldn’t move. His ribs pierced his lungs. His skull had split in two. And yet, he was still alive. A broken sob creaked from his fragmented body. Why was he still alive!? Through the wooziness of his fading consciousness, he heard… an ambulance? Though the pain of a thousand hells, he managed to lift his head. He was saved.
Or not. He wasn’t.
Riding in on a toy car was another android, with a smile painted on its blank face and a red clown nose glued in place. It honked and spun donuts around Hidehisa for the audience’s malicious recorded mirth. It even ran over his near- corpse a few times. But wait! Can’t forget the showstopper! A single robotic hand lifted and smashed down on a dangerous red button. Something clicked from above and the clown car skedaddled. What could be worse than this?
An anvil, that’s what.
Right out of a cartoon and onto the stage, Hidehisa was put out of his misery with a horrendous ten thousand tons, staining the front row in his entrails and fluids. Should’ve brought a raincoat.
HIDEHISA MURAHASHI, ULTIMATE TRAPEZE ARTIST, HAS BEEN EXECUTED.
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[Art Credit: Kaz/Ley]
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Frequent Flyer | Ch1 C2 Suffering Game | Pt. 5 (Feat. Hidehisa)
One way or another, quick or reluctant, the elusive Hidehisa Murahashi steps forward. Kazuya dabs at their cheeks off to the side, trying to calm themself and stop the tears. Meanwhile Hidehisa spins the wheel with verve and aplomb, showmanship or confidence, who can say? That make-up of his, applied every day without fail despite having no acts to put on or public appearances to make, serves him well now. Is that a real smile on his face, or a painted one?
Click click click goes the wheel, and is someone humming or is that another hallucination? The twirling, alternating lights are an entrancing multi-colored blur, impossible to look away from. Perhaps even Fran, in the midst of stoically enduring his pain, finds himself looking up as it spins and clicks and clicks and spins. Slower now, slower, drawing to a stop, sliding to a close and what will it be? Another pass? Another secret? Another violent loss? Click… click… What will it be? Cyan? Magenta? Yellow…?
“Oh… oh no… no no no…”
White. The stopper catches on its final peg and rocks gently as it settles into place and the wedge lights up, white as snow, with a skull and crossbones outlined in the center.
A death sentence.
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This One’s For You Vin-Van G | Ch1 C2 Suffering Game | Pt. 4 (Feat. Fran)
François flinches, looking almost confused for a moment. He had been staring at the new person in the room with a glazed look in his eyes, but was now clearly startled. “Two more…” There is a heavy weight in his chest and he hesitates for a moment. He could just… His eyes flit from person to person in the room before landing back on Kazuya. “Yes… Of course.” He nods, clutching his rings with one hand as he walks over to the wheel.
He pauses hand hovering in front of his chest. “It is… It is alright, Kazuya. It…. It’s okay.” Yes, this, this was for the better. He could handle this, whatever it was. He could handle it.
The wheel spins again when Fran gets it going, just like before. No matter how many times you see the lights flash and hear the pegs click click click, there’s still an ominous feeling to it. Maybe that will eventually fade, but… that would mean a lot more of these games.
Clickclickclick click click… click… click… …
It slows. It stops.
Cyan. The one that lights up with the image of an Ear again.
He blinks for a moment, delicately placing a hand to one ear before dropping it. This was… acceptable. This was an acceptable loss. He could still do ballet with this, it wouldn’t hinder him. It’s rather lucky really, that this is the outcome. He lets out a long breath, glancing only for a moment back towards the class. More than acceptable, easy, he could handle this easy. It was the insides of the ear that were important, and they would be safe and fine. This was truly the best outcome he could have gotten.
“It’s okay. That’s alright.” The words are quiet, but they’re only meant for Kazuya anyway. His next words are mumbled far too softly to be audible, but whatever it is probably doesn’t matter. His hands shake, but he just nods well he slots them together, far too busy preparing himself to pay much attention to them. “It’s okay.” He could handle it, and he’d show them he could.
This time when the acceptance is given, there’s no voice stopping the androids that roll forward.
[CW: Blood, Ear Trauma]
Just as with Mariko, two flank Fran to hold him in the event he decides to struggle. Two more stand between him and the rest of the students, forming a small but effective barrier - it’s unlikely any attempts to intervene will be successful, and who knows what the price would be for anyone who tried?
Another Android comes to a stop in front of Fran, blades sliding out of its fingers. One of the androids holding him tilts his head, and the one with the blades almost gently brushes his hair away from his ear and then grabs the outer shell of it.
There’s a quick movement, and then - blood, it spurts for a moment, possibly surprising, splattering the android on that side. And then the androids are retreating and the blonde stranger with the eyepatch and prosthetic leg is moving forward, pulling things out of the pockets of his doctor’s coat.
“Try to… hold still… this will lessen the pain…” He says as he kneels by Fran, peeling open some kind of plastic-wrapped square and pressing it with surprising tenderness to the bloody hole where his ear was. It’s cool and slightly damp, like a cold compress mixed with an antiseptic wipe.
The affair was oddly silent, no screaming, in fact even before being told to do so Fran had kept to being still, besides the tremble of his body at least. Slumped on the ground, blanched and sweaty, a strained look on his face. He couldn’t have been loud, just made things worse always did, he bit his tongue and dealt with it. It was nothing, this was nothing, it’s nothing. There is a noticeable tenseness he gains when the blonde touches him, an increase in the speed of his breath, but strangely he trembles less.
It was fine. He was fine, he was handling it. He can only imagine what mémé would say seeing him now. He swallows down the want to whine or wince. He was supposed to be proud, he did the right thing. He was a dancer, this was nothing, he could endure much more than this. It was a good thing, because it meant it wasn’t someone else. That was good. Be proud. He needed to be proud. He would be.
It will probably take a few minutes for the blonde to finish and Fran to move, but he glances up towards Kazuya and nods briskly, expression unreadable, and Kazuya - tearing up and trying to avoid looking at Fran - reluctantly nods and clears their throat.
“Th-the, um… the last… the last person to spin… um, Hidehisa Murahashi, please… I’m sorry, just please… y-you have to do it now.”
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Jumping the Line | Ch1 C2 Suffering Game | Pt. 3
Once Romeo has announced his acceptance of the third result, the androids roll forward towards him. But then -
“Wait.” The voice is soft, but manages to carry, and the androids pause. Kazuya looks back towards the stranger at the other end of the room.
“Have… the others… do their spins first. Make… his punishment last.” He speaks slowly, quietly, it’s a little difficult to hear him, but Kazuya seems to understand and nods.
“Alright, um, I guess we’re doing that, then. Gallo-san you can stand over there, for now.” Kazuya points over to the side of one of the podiums. “So we’re just. Uh. We’ll need two more people, now. Next will be… François Bouchard… I… I’m sorry, please come forward…”
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Wherefore Art Thou? | Ch1 C2 Suffering Game | Pt. 2 (Feat. Romeo)
Once Kazuya has called Romeo’s name, they take a short step away from the Wheel, giving him plenty of room to approach and take up a position on one side or the other. It would be easy enough to spin either way. The lights continue to blink ominously, the occasional symbol or image displayed on the lit up wedges that much more unsettling the second time you’re seeing it. Which will it be…? What’s going to happen…?
Romeo does not seem to feel whatever anticipation you may. He’d approached slowly not out of carefulness or nerves, but simply because he downright strolled over to the wheel, hands on his back, strides long but slow, as though he was just taking a nice little walk. That his eyes were, the entire time, clearly fixated on that instrument of pain and doom, and very much glinting in awareness and curiosity did nothing to undermine this, and even now that his hand is on the wheel he eyes it in what could best be described as interest, perhaps intrigue, but in no way fear. Had he not seen what would happen? Oh, he had. And sure enough, the wheel shows the possibility of maiming, even death. But if it affects him at all, he doesn’t show it. He just gives it a leisurely spin, then folds his hands behind his back again and stands beside the wheel to give everyone a good view.
When Romeo actually spins the Wheel the lights are dizzying. Perhaps it’s the lingering effects of the hallucinogen in all your systems. The click click click click click of the stopper against the pegs heightens already raw nerves, the room itself seems for a moment to be holding its breath. And then it stops, at last. Slowly. The last peg on one of the wedges clicks over, leaving the stopper resting right on the edge of… Cyan.
When it lights up, a silhouetted image of an Ear is visible. That’s… not as bad as it could be, at least, right…?
And Romeo too sees it clearly. He shows as much by the clicking of his tongue- he seems… unaffected? No. He seems slightly disappointed.
“No, no, that will not do at all.”
He says, calmly, one of his hands wandering up to his ear as if in deep thought, running his hand along his piercings. He lets go of them shortly after to shake his head slightly.
“A missing ear would be way too disfiguring for me. Another spin? Yes. I think I’ll take another.”
He nods to himself, then turns to Kazuya, waiting for a signal of sorts.
“…It’s up to you. Just go ahead and spin again, then. Someone else will go after you.” Kazuya’s tone is resigned, it wouldn’t do any good to be judgmental.
When Romeo spins again, the lights seem to go by even more quickly. Around and around it goes. Click click click click click… and finally it coasts to a stop on a Yellow wedge, which lights up to show a question mark. Judging by how this went for Teddi, it’s probably not as much of an escape as it seems, but at least it won’t involve any blood or pain, right…?
“Ah.”
It does not seem clear cut to Romeo, who tilts his head and purses his lips, thinking, apparently, about whether or not he should accept those terms. If he spares a thought at all to those who will have to share his fate if he says no, he doesn’t show it. Maybe he doesn’t think about any of you at all. Or maybe he does, and it just doesn’t matter to him.
Which one would be worse…? Hard to say at this point.
But he shakes his head again, and waves the results off.
“No, I don’t think so. Privacy is an important thing to keep, don’t you agree? Another one then!”
There’s a sort of chipper joy to it when he says it, and it’s accompanied by that smile he wears, completely out of place in the situation and yet strangely fitting- if this were all just light fun, and not life and death. But Romeo’s hand is already back on the wheel, and a short glance is spared to Kazuya, nothing more.
This time Kazuya doesn’t say anything, just gives a short nod and a little gesture of their hand to indicate he can go again. Some of you are probably feeling pretty tense and irate right about now. That’s two more people who will have to take a turn now, and for what? What could Romeo possibly have to hide? Weren’t those both fairly minor results? How many times was he going to do this?
At least one more. The wheel spins again, each click another jump of a beating heart. Where will it end? How long do you have to watch this - there it goes. Slowing, coasting to a stop, the stopper finally catching a peg on… Magenta. The wedge lights up, showing the stylized but unmistakable silhouette of an eye.
Romeo raises his hand already the moment it stops, mouth half open to signal that he will pass again- probably, but who can tell, really, when the sound never comes.
Instead, he looks at the symbol, and closes his mouth. Lowers his hand, and puts a single finger to his chin. He’s quiet. Thinking. Tilting his head a little to one, then the other side.
He raises his hand again, calmly, and puts it over one eye, then the other. Then, as if he’d just remembered their existence, he turns to the figure in the back, and drops his hand again. His eyes slowly wander their frame, take in their face, their hair, study their features.
Then, finally, he turns back around to Kazuya again, and nods.
“Yes. Yes I can do that.”
He claps his hands, once, rubs them almost in anticipation it seems.
“Now, how will we go about it? And which one will you take? Personally, I would advise the right, but- ah, well. I suppose I will see.”
He raises his shoulders in a shrug, then gives a small chuckle as they drop.
“Heh… see. You get it? No? Yes? Either way, I guess we’ll start right away?”
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The Sound of Silence | Ch1 C2 Suffering Game | Pt. 1
By the time the evening of the 5th day of the motive - the 10th day overall - comes around, it’s possible you’re all actually looking forward to the purported Suffering Game. While it seems that, thankfully, no one succumbed to it to the point of committing a murder, it’s still been a fairly brutal period. The almost constant sounds in your ears, voices and noises connected to your worst fears and insecurities, would have been hard enough to contend with on their own, the combination of them with the sensory hallucinations had been nearly unbearable. Reality itself was increasingly difficult to grasp…
But then, all at once, the sounds stop. The other hallucinations are still lingering, but at least you have some relief from the devices in your ears. Instead what you hear is your ElectroIDs buzzing and dinging for your attention. Once you’ve pulled it out, reluctant or eager, you see the message summoning you to the short hallway between Rooms E and F. There, waiting for you whenever your group has fully assembled, is Kazuya again, standing in front of the open plate in the wall that leads into the Wheel Room.
“The, uh… hallucinogenic should leave your system by tomorrow… s-sorry, there’s no way to purge it instantly. But you can take the transmitters out of your ears now… they should already have been disabled. Um. I… I think we should… probably just get to it.” They make a vague beckoning gesture and turn to lead all of you through the wall and into the room with all the podiums and the Wheel in the center. It’s just as it was before, the lights blinking on as you step inside, and Kazuya reluctantly moves to stand next to it.
This time though, there are already several of the androids lined up at the back of the room. They aren’t alone, either. Another figure stands just behind them, in an open gap in the wall where a plate has slid aside already. They’re fairly tall, and from the knee down, their right leg is a robotic prosthetic. It’s all elegant shaped silvery metal ending in a perfectly sculpted cloven hoof, shoed with the same thick rubber you’d use to tip a cane.
“…”
Not the talkative type, apparently.
“D-don’t mind him for now. He’s, um, just here to assist if anyone ends up with a major injury.” Kazuya barely even glances in the new person’s direction before taking a deep breath and continuing. “So, uh… just getting right to it. Right. Um, the rules and stuff are the same. You can check your ElectroID if you need a reminder. But the first person who’ll have to spin this time is… Romeo Gallo. I’m- I’m sorry.”
It’s getting harder to say, not because they don’t mean it - they do, that much is obvious. But how many times can they apologize when that’s all they have to offer? Apologies don’t make it better, and there’s nothing they can do to stop it.
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[Art Credit: ’Blonde Stranger’s sprites were made by Cherry]
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Full Sensory Experience | Chapter 1 Motive
[CW: Hallucinations, Implied/Mentioned Drug]
Whether or not you intended to sleep the night after the Suffering Game, you do. Rest comes, perhaps against all odds. Was it natural, or helped along by something? It’s hard to say, impossible to tell, but either way you slept. You must have, because now you’re waking up and something is different. Several things, in some cases. You hear something, or smell something, or feel something… unpleasant, distracting sensations all.
Before you can do much in reaction to this however, your ElectroIDs light up, and a short video announcement begins to play on them. Kazuya appears, looking distinctly uncomfortable as they rigidly deliver a speech that seems to be fed to them as they go.
“Uh, first thing - don’t touch the devices in your ears. If you remove them, you’ll be punished and you really don’t want that.”
As soon as they say it, you realize that the sounds are focused on one of your ears. Something is stuck to the inner shell - further investigation would show it’s a small circular sticker-like thing with tiny circuitry just visible. Some sort of miniature transmitter. The volume isn’t very loud, but its position lets it be audible enough to the wearer anyway. However you probably wouldn’t be able to hear anyone else’s unless your ear was pressed up to theirs.
“So this is… a motive.” Kazuya continues in the video announcement, “It will continue until the next Suffering Game in five days, or until someone commits a murder. You’ll hear things through the transmitter device, and you’ve also been uh… dosed with a mild hallucinogenic. It’s designed t-to stimulate certain sensory areas in your brain and cause the release of… fear and pain chemicals and stuff.”
“I’m sorry. I know what-… I know. It’s going to get rough, but please-”
The video ends abruptly, just cuts off, returning your ElectroIDs to their home screen. Apparently you’re just going to have to learn more about this ‘motive’ by experiencing it.
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[You are now free to submit reactions and make threads/starts for the rest of the chapter. For the next IC 5 day cycle up until a murder occurs or the next Suffering Game is played, your characters will experience auditory input from the transmitters in their ears along with tactile, olfactory, and occasionally brief visual hallucinations. Things such as strange smells, familiar voices or screams, mild abrasions, small ‘bites’, or unexpected touches, and flashes of Something (movement, familiar figures, something scary) in their peripheral vision. Further examples may be provided individually. You are free to describe these during threads for your own character as feels appropriate/personal to them, but keep in mind that they will be very frequent, near constant.]
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Pinky Promise || Ch1 Suffering Game || Conclusion
As Mariko shakes, so does Kazuya, obviously avoiding looking in her direction. But they wipe their own tears away and take a few rough, steadying breaths before they answer, keeping their voice as firm as they can.
“Yes, that’s… it’s over, for now. If you want more medical attention you can, um, follow us… otherwise…”
One of the androids pops open a compartment in its arm and turns it to drop a few packages on the floor. Boxes of bandages and tubes of antiseptic.
“Someone will check on you later.” This is directed at Mariko, though they still can’t seem to bring themself to do more than dart their gaze at her and away again.
For a moment they look back up at all of you, their gaze coming to rest on Kiki, who has stood like a statue throughout the process. But now she speaks, “I’m sorry, but why… Zuzu, I never asked you to-”
Kazuya interrupts her with another shake of their head.
“You didn’t have to. You’re my sister, Kiki. This… isn’t your fault.” They look back over the rest of you.
“There will be another announcement later, a… a motive that will start taking effect tomorrow. But for now just… please just go.”
The androids beep and start rolling towards the wall, which slides open again, and after a moment of hesitation Kazuya follows them through, whether or not Mariko accompanies them. The plate slides shut behind them, and a section of metal on the other side of the room slides open, leading you all directly back into the short hall between Rooms E and F. There are no other turns, no other exits. There’s nowhere else to go.
But like Kazuya said, it’s over. For now…
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[Reaction Posts may now be Submitted. Motive will be posted tomorrow, Sunday the 23rd, at 1pm PST. It will be announced on the 6th IC Day, or the ‘1st Day’ of the New Cycle/Five-Day period, so you’re free to start some post-Suffering Game threads that take place on Day 5 Evening.]
[Art Credit: Thank you to Kaz/Ley for Kazuya’s sprites. Skyler made Teddi’s sprites.]
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Second Time Around || Ch1 Suffering Game || Pt. 4 (Feat. Mariko)
Of course she had to get wrapped up in this. All he had to do was take whatever happened, and she’d–no, they’d all be fine, but of course! Things can never go that easily, can they!? Ugh. Nevertheless, the words about killing them all if they resist rung in her head. She didn’t have a choice, did she? If she made a big point about not doing it, then one of those robots would probably just gun her down and call up the next person.
Like hell she was laying her life down. No, she’d just figure out how to get through this. If she was lucky enough, she’d maybe leave without having some big bombshell about her life dropped to everyone around. They wouldn’t…know. Right?
She clenched her fists, walking up to the wheel with all the confidence in the world. She rested her left hand against it, muttering something under her breath before spinning.
For yet another time the wheel spins, the clicks that much more ominous now despite the lack of bloodshed. Was Teddi’s result a relief, or only a greater concern? Yellow didn’t seem to be quite the safe harbor one might think, if his tears are anything to go by. What else could the people running this know about all of you? What else might they be willing to reveal?
It doesn’t seem like you’re likely to find out just yet, because this time the wheel coasts to a stop on… Cyan.
[CW: Finger Trauma/Hand Trauma]
When the wedge lights up, it shows a silhouette of a closed fist with one finger extended - the pinky finger, by the looks of it. There’s probably not much need to explain what that means.
Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. She could spin again, theoretically. She already got screwed over by someone else, did it matter if she did the same thing? But…
She couldn’t get the last spin out of her head. Did they know? Could they know? Would anything stop them from saying it, right here? Would she be willing to lose a pinky to avoid the risk? Well, the answer was fairly obvious. She could still write, take calls, do all kinds of things without it. It can’t be that big of a deal. “Sure, fine, whatever. Take it, assholes.” She holds out both of her arms, looking both angry and tired.
Instead of Kazuya saying or doing anything this time, they simply nod, looking away as tears continue to roll silently down their cheeks. One of the metal plates on the wall slides open, but there’s no time for anyone to make a break for it before a line of androids are rolling in. They’re clearly made for function rather than form, having blank faces with a single robotic eye like the lens of a camera in the middle. Their legs end in simply shaped feet with roller skate type wheels that allow them to move quickly across the floor. The wall slides shut again behind them. Five in total. Three move to surround Mariko, while the other two park between her and the rest of the students, as if to prevent any potential interference.
What happens next is… more or less exactly what everything that’s led up to this point would have you expect. Regardless of her level of cooperation, Mariko’s left hand is seized by an android’s metal fingers and pulled out straight ahead of her. A second android stands on her other side, keeping the rest of her held in place so her ability to struggle is minimized. The third android is the one to step up, small sharp blades sliding out of joints in its fingers and beginning to spin quickly enough to make a sound like a low hum.
It separates her little finger from the rest with its other hand, and then brings the blades up, closing them around the base of her finger.
There’s blood, and then something small drops to the floor, the whole thing took less than a few seconds.
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Enraged || Teddi || Ch1 Suffering Game reaction
He was? Fine? He was physically alright? But the words out of Kazuya’s mouth impacted his chest with only the force of a train. Suddenly his world was red and he was shaking violently. Kazuya dismissed him back to the crowds but it took Teddi a hot minute to stop himself from mauling them on the spot. Eventually he took stiff steps back towards the others. Somewhere deep in the crevices of his mind he was also trying to show that if maybe he wasn’t affected by the outpouring of his personal business it would make people less scared to step up.
But it was hard, difficult to contain the swirling of emotions right now. Pissed that his secrets were out there for sure, but also deeply sad. Deeply and profoundly sad as the last part of Kazuya’s words hit him. Immediately Teddi burst into tears. Thick streams of tears falling from over his eyelid.
“He’s… Alive? Oh god. Oh fuck he’s alive. Junpei is alive. I Ruined his life. Gh….”
He stood back and sobbed. Pushing his hands against his face in an effort to stop the tears and failing. He was so weak. So fucking weak. Whatever Facade he had dropped as the next victim of the wheel stepped up. He couldn’t even make himself pay attention.
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Teddi Time || Ch1 Suffering Game || Pt. 3 [Feat. Teddi]
The wheel itself looks simple enough, grab the edge, give it a spin. Without the full context there wouldn’t be anything sinister about it, but knowing what the colors mean lends the whole thing an unsettling, tense atmosphere. The colorful wedges continue to blink, lighting up in a steadily alternating pattern. Occasionally when they light up little images are visible, just for a moment. A hand. A syringe. An eye.
Probably best not to think too much about what that means, right now.
Teddi eyed the wheel as well as Kazuya, His hands clenched and unclenched. He wasn’t scared he was pissed off. With bold steps forward Teddi approached the wheel. He wouldn’t show whoever was doing this the satisfaction of seeing him sweat. Kazuya wasn’t doing this of their own free wheel and Kiki was standing right there. So Teddi held in the desire to deck Kazuya in the face as he reached up and grabbed the wheel. He heaved and the wheel spun.
Click click click click… It’s not hard to imagine that sound will quickly take on some very negative associations. Around and around the colors go, the spinner at the top dragging against the pegs sticking out of the colors until finally it coasts to a gradual, harrowing stop.
Magenta.
The wedge lights up, showing the silhouette of a disembodied arm.
Teddi’s face dropped from cold defiance to something uh…… Distraught. He took a wild guess what the punishment showing a disembodied arm would be. Absolutely not. He understood that there was a chance he could die but he would literally rather die than relearn how to do basically everything if he was unlucky enough to lose his left hand.
“Pass, I think the Fuck not. You can kill me but you’re not taking my fucking arm. May i just fucking say Kazuya, I know this isn’t your fault. But. Bitch.”
“…Just spin again, then. Someone else will go when you’re done.” If Kazuya is judging this decision at all it doesn’t show. They sound and look resigned.
“Eat shit.”
Teddi reached out and spun again Making direct eye contact with Kazuya. No muss, no fuss. His face twisting to anger. He didn’t know what Cyan or Yellow would bring him but here we went anyway.
Once again the wheel spins… and spins… click click click click click… and finally, it slows and rocks to another stop. On Yellow, this time. When it lights up, it shows a question mark.
“Fuck it. Fuck this. Fuck your boss. Just fucking, I don’t know what’s this one? Getting hit with a car? Bring it. You can’t hurt me in any way that matters.”
Teddi is being bold. Maybe putting on a front for the rest of the class. Like maybe if he just had enough bravado the incoming impact would be lessened. He was a fool but he was a stubborn fool. He stood there arms crossed. Waiting.
For a moment after the result is confirmed, there’s quiet. Kazuya shakily lifts a hand to their ear, touching the device there as if to improve the sound or reception. Their eyes widen. “I can’t - …” As quickly as they’d started to speak, tone almost frantic, they stop. There’s a silence that stretches for a few seconds but feels longer, and then they take a deep breath, and start again.
“Teddi Tatsumi left his boyfriend, Junpei Takeba, for dead. Because of his association with Teddi, Junpei was attacked and severely injured. He survived, but is now paralyzed from the waist down. Teddi never bothered to check on him after the incident.”
Silence, again. A brief but poignant one. Kazuya is visibly shaking as tears start to quietly fill their eyes.
“That’s all. You can go stand with the others, now. Th-the next person who has to spin is… Mariko Tomomi. You should come up here and get it over with. I’m sorry.”
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Wheel of Despair || Ch1 Suffering Game || Pt. 2
“One of you will be chosen to spin the wheel.” Kazuya is speaking again, moving with the heavy tread of the condemned to stand next to the wheel, then turning to face all of you - though once again they make it a point not to meet anyone’s eyes. “What it lands on will determine the, ah… s-sacrifice that you’ll be making. I…” They trail off for a moment, gaze going vague and unfocused.
“Kazuya…?” Kiki finally speaks, taking a step forward, but Kazuya’s gaze snaps up finally and they shake their head firmly. Kiki reluctantly steps back again, biting her lip. The look in the archer’s eyes is… hollow and frightened.
“…Someone will have to spin. There’s no… just, trust me, you have to. They will let us go if we get through this, but… they’ll also kill us all if we don’t play. So please… I know it sucks, but… someone has to spin. One person, because there’s one ‘ring’ unlocked. If you land on magenta, cyan, or yellow, you can refuse whatever punishment comes up - but then you’ll have to spin again, and another person will, too. Every time you pass, another person will be required to spin. And if the wheel lands on white, you can’t refuse. You’ll die. And, uh… in five days there will be another game. After that game, the doors unlock, and you get to move on to the next ring. Unless… one of you kills another one of you. It has to be a… subject. Me… k-killing Crowley didn’t count. I…” Kazuya closes their eyes for a moment, their hands clench into fists for just a few seconds, and they take a deep breath. Let it out again.
“I don’t count anymore, either. I have to replace her. That’s my punishment.” They pause. Breathe. Continue. “S-so… if one of you commits a murder, there’ll be a trial instead. Every time there’s a murder there’ll be a trial, and after each trial another ring unlocks, even if there hasn’t been two Suffering Games, so… keep that in mind. Ugh. Alright, um, so… the first person who has to spin… is Teddi Tatsumi. I… I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry.”
Kazuya’s head tilts again, as if listening. Then they hastily step away from the wheel, while making a vague gesture towards it to indicate to Teddi that he can step forward and begin.
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Bait and Switch || Ch1 Suffering Game || Pt. 1
Now comes the evening of the fifth day of your incarceration here in the so-called WonderDome. Thus far it hasn’t exactly been wonderful. Without even the alleged ‘Proctor’ around to respond to you now, and with one member of your group still missing, tensions are high. What will happen now? Anything? Have you just been left here to slowly go stir crazy or to rot once the food runs out…?
Those concerns, at least, must be mitigated when your ElectroIDs buzz with a message that instructs you to assemble by the metal double doors you all first woke up by. Given what happened there less than a week ago, it’s understandable that you may be hesitant or take your time in arriving, but with no other means of escape or obtaining answers forthcoming, eventually you all do. And once the entire class is finally present, something happens.
One of the metal plates in the wall slides open, and there they are, stepping out and into view.
Kazuya Kurita has returned… although they look… different.
“…”
It isn’t just the metal collar tightly fastened around their neck. There’s a despondency that hangs over them that wasn’t there before. They look… tired. More than that, worn out, worn down, and they don’t quite let their gaze meet anyone else’s. When they tilt their head a certain way it’s just possible to see something in their left ear, like a small earbud. They wince slightly, and then clear their throat.
“…You’re going to have to play the game, now.” Kazuya says in a voice trying to be flat, with a faint tremor that keeps it from quite hitting the mark. They take a breath, wet their lips, and continue. “It’s called a Suffering Game. There’s… information about it on the ElectroIDs. You… just f-follow me.” They turn, tilting their head in an added ‘come on’ gesture, and lead the way. There doesn’t seem to be another option.
Reluctant or not, you all follow them. Kiki looks wound tight as a spring, her arms folded across her stomach, fingers gripping her elbows so tightly they could believably be leaving bruises, but she says nothing. And you all follow Kazuya into another room, one that has… podiums, arranged in a circle. The podiums have screens on them, though none are currently lit up. And within the center of the circle of podiums is some kind of large colorful wheel, like the sort you might see on an old-fashioned game show. It’s mechanized, and it lights up as the last of you step into the room and the metal plate seals shut behind you. There are no other doors that you can see, though for all you know there could be more secret passages behind any of the metal plating on the walls.
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Security || Chapter 1 Event
It’s only been a few hours. Enough time to have a conversation or two, or three if you’re the fast-talking type. Time to check out the dorms that are apparently yours, and feel some alarm at finding your belongings already there and ready to be unpacked, as if it were your room back at the school, where you’re supposed to be. It may even be enough time to look around a few of the other rooms in the area, enough to note the total lack of windows or exits, enough to see that while all the essential basic needs are covered, Jamie was right. You’re trapped here.
The closest thing to a way out is the set of doors in the area you all first woke up in. And that’s what you see flickering on the screens of your ElectroIDs when they vibrate to get your attention and light up. The doors, and the Kurita twins. Kiki is fussing with a panel she’s clearly pried off the wall, while Kazuya stands a few feet back, warily watching the entrance to the hallway.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…” They say in an anxious but resigned manner that gives the impression this is not by any means the first time they’ve said it.
“Still waiting for you to come up with a better one, Zuzu.” Kiki replies without looking up from her work. “Less nervous talking, more letting me know if that creepy blonde is coming.”
“No…” Kazuya says, leaning to look right and left down the corridor, and failing to notice the metal plating on the wall behind them sliding open. Jamie steps out of the hidden passage, and straight up to Kiki, who jerks away even before the taller woman’s robotic hand closes on her shoulder.
[CW: Throat Trauma, Implied Choking, Blood + More Throat Trauma in Picture]
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