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FP Cast As Onion Headlines

Aelois du Drejall: Study Finds Expressing Anger In Unhealthy Ways Incredibly Satisfying

Alice Thatcher: Heroic PETA Commandos Kill 49, Save Rabbit

Angel: Stressed Out 8 Year-Old Looks 12

Asa: Insane Man Gets A Little Perspective By Reminding Himself He Is God

Jinan Nejem: Mom And Dad, I’m Gay But Also Stronger Than You, So Don’t Try Anything

Lucien Moreno: Local Asshole Attains World-Class Status

Masaki Morino: U.S Forest Service Kill Off Smokey Bear To Get People Serious About Fire Safety

Miyu Hayami: I Want You To Know, I’m Just Trying To Replace Your Mom

Nono Kurosawa: Oh Yes… I Am Still Very Much Alive

Noriko Noro: Suit Of Armor More Hassle Than It's Worth

Red Tux: Graffiti Artist Completes Masterwork ‘Still Life Of Marijuana Leaf’

Ryuuta Ishiyama: Buddy System Responsible For Additional Death

Satoshi Miyasaki: Report: Dolphins Have Evolved Opposable Thumbs

Subaru Ueda: Man Dies After Long Painful Battle With Life

Tama Itazura: Area Teen Up To Something

Tsutomu Hayashi: No Prison Can Hold Me, As Long As I Have My Imagination

Yukiteru Bushida: Cat Refuses To Die

Yuma Sugawara: Violence: Is It The Answer?

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Even Lucien Didn't Deserve This || Lucien || Ch 4 || Re: Lucielle

Lucien couldn’t shake that feeling of dread as he makes his way back to the theater. No one had been murdered yet, and that meant someone else was going to die in their place. Someone one of them loved. Please, don’t let it be her. His heart sinks when the devil walks on stage with that blood stained sack. What was gonna be in there? Please, please, not her. Anyone but her. But then she pulls the head out, and there she was. Lucielle, Lucien’s beloved sister, the sister he said he’d do anything for, dead. He couldn’t protect her this time. He failed her. And now her blood was literally on his hands. Lucien cannot hold back tears, hell, he doesn’t even try to. Lucielle was far more important to him than he pride. But now she was gone. All that was left of her was a bloody head he was holding against his chest. He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to move. All he could do was drop to his knees and weep over his sister’s demise.

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The First to Fall | Motive

[TW: (Written) Decapitation, Gore, Blood, Death of a Family Member]

The latest motive has been haunting most of you. Scarcely a day has passed and yet many of you are feeling the pressure. Is it real? It must be, no motive has been false so far, the Devil has made good on every threat. You’ve seen and experienced plenty of things you would have called impossible here already, so can you really afford to disbelieve…?

Whether it’s doubt, or fear, or determination that stays your hand, you all make it to the day after the motive. No one has killed yet… but that doesn’t mean death won’t be playing a part this day. Once more you are summoned back to the theatre, attending out of resignation, or a need to know who it is- or rather, assure yourself who it isn’t…

Surely it won’t be your loved one. Surely the odds can’t be that against you. And yet… it has to be someone, doesn’t it? The hope that this is a bluff can’t last. You all gather in the seats in front of the stage, which for once the Devil isn’t standing on when you walk in. Those of you who arrived first shift anxiously as you await the latecomers to be shooed in.

Only when the final to arrive is seated does the Devil appear, stepping out of one of the shadowy wings. 

There’s something in her hand, something hanging by her side, it’s… a rough cloth sack. You barely have a chance to register it, the size of it, the shape of it, the disturbing stain on the bottom. The horror has only begun to dawn on you when, with her widest, brightest smile in place, the Devil draws a severed head from the sack by its hair and holds it up for a moment.

The features on the face are familiar, quite similar to a certain Dancer, and most of you are able to guess instantly the identity of the young girl’s head even before the Devil tosses it, during the moment of shock, right into Lucien’s lap.

“Too bad you didn’t take that deal, hm? You could have saved her, after all, even without a murder. But ah… I suppose your sister’s life just wasn’t worth your soul to you?” She clicks her tongue in a light tsk, then glances around at the rest of you. “This wasn’t random either. Y’all like to hate me an’ blame me, but I told you on your first day here- I’m just the facilitator. One of you made the deal, one of you is mastermindin’ this little game, and that person chose who would be first. I’m just holdin’ up my end of the bargain here. You really oughta be less concerned about the gun and more about who’s pullin’ the trigger.”

She gives you all a little wave and turns to walk away again, glancing over her shoulder to call back, “Oh an’ like I said, there’ll be another one tomorrow! If you don’t want it to be someone you love, you might wanna do somethin’ about it. There’s murder, of course, or if you’re too squeamish I’m always open to talkin’ trade…”

And then she’s gone.

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TFW You Die A Little Inside || Lucien || Ch 4 || Freedom Reaction

They did it. This was finally over. At last, they were free or… at least not trapped in a labyrinth of mirrors, but that freedom came at a high price. Two of their classmates were dead, or maybe one was dead and the other broken. Either way, their release felt almost bittersweet. At least Lucien wasn’t having to say goodbye to those he cared deeply for. At least there was still some hope for those who lived. Lucien looked over the crowd. Everyone here, including himself seemed like they have stared death in the eyes. Though he wasn’t as injured as some of the other’s there was an empty look in his eyes. While he still had his torn jacket on, his shirt had been repurposed and was now being used to bandage a stab wound on his hip. Dried blood had covered his hands and overall, he looked as if he had come crawling out of hell. After Jinan makes his speech, Lucien takes him by the hand. “Come on… We should see if the necromancer can do something for our injuries.”

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The Devil's Carnival | Event

Apprehensive but curious, and with any reluctant stragglers being herded along by other, less personable devils, you follow the Smiling Devil down the road. He didn’t say what to do with the envelopes, and a few of the bolder among you might waste no time in tearing them open as you walk. 

To your surprise, you don’t find anything unpleasant or alarming inside. On the contrary, the contents turn out to be… Tickets. The sort that might be used at a fair, theme park, or carnival. Sure enough every ticket- you each find ten in your envelope- is stamped with the name “Mrs. Plenty’s Carnival” on the front and back. Just what is going on? 

“Here we are!” The Devil’s bright announcement prompts you to look up and around, and you find he’s led you right into a bustling carnival! 

This is not at all what you expected, and as you gape at the many attractions surrounding you, the Devil claps once to regain your attention. 

“So, y'all have a few hours and a handful of tickets to enjoy yerselves with. This is mandatory, y'ain’t gonna get to leave until later this afternoon, but I’m sure you can find somethin’ to occupy yerselves with. Have fun, and try not to get in trouble." 

Without any further explanation, he waves and turns to disappear into the crowds. Great. Seems like you really are on your own. What’s the catch? 

You’ve gained x10 Carnival Tickets! 

You’ve gained a New Route- Mrs. Plenty’s Carnival. 

A Twist in Your Tale- You are now participating in Event: A Day At The Carnival! You cannot leave the carnival until this event is over.

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Delay the Inevitable | Event

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Off With His Head! | Vote Results

Just as before the Devil had calmly displayed each vote as it was sent to her, and when the time was up you knew because she stood and clapped her hands to signify you should be giving her your full attention.

“So, that’s all the time we have for that, and let me just say I’m mighty pleased y’all’re finally gettin’ with the program. Not so hard, is it? Now, after reviewin’ all the votes the results are pretty clear, and I’m sure some a’ you are wonderin’ whether or not you got it right. Seems like a pretty simple case once all’s said an’ done, yes? Well, thing is…”

“You’re completely correct! Congratulations, Ranger Morino over there did indeed strangle the poor hatter. At least he had the courtesy to knock him out first, though given the difference in strength I gotta wonder if maybe that was just ‘cause you didn’t wanna see him cryin’ when you did him in. Oh an’ don’t worry, you held up your end, so the world will never know the truth about your failure… leastways not from us. If you wanted to come clean to your classmates afore your death, that’s your business, of course. You got a few minutes. Use ‘em wisely.”

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Lucien submits a vote for Eco-freak... Really?

“Oops, looks like someone ain’t followin’ the rules right. I can’t keep lettin’ this slide, y’know? Once was funny, now it’s just played out. An’ after we went to the trouble of supplyin’ all those name cards by your seats just so you’d know what to write. I’ll say it one more time for the hard a’ hearin’: Write the name of the person you wanna vote for on your paper before you send it in. Writin’ anythin’ other than one of your classmates names is just gonna make your vote default to yerself. Like so.”

Votes:

Masaki Morino - 1

Lucien Moreno - 1

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Trial 2-2 || Lucien || Re: Evidence || Attn: Yukiteru, Masaki, Red Tux.

Lucien smirks. Oh, did his little correction annoy Miyu. Then this was going to make her furious.  “Well we can narrow down the list of suspects to those who have rooms on the second floor seeing as Subaru’s glasses were found on the stairs leading there. Likely dropped by the culprit as they brought evidence to their room in an attempt to hide it. Not to mention, the glitter was found in the upstairs men’s room, correct? Then the murderer is most likely male.” As he speaks, Lucien never once breaks eye contact with Miyu. He had to see the look on her face as he presents his theory. “So, chances are, the murderer was wanting to keep their secret hidden, so those who’s were revealed, likely are not the killer. That then would make Yukiteru, Masaki, and Red Tux suspects.”

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Trial 2-1 || Lucien || Re: Miyu

Well, looks like Miyu wasn’t wasting anytime getting started. So she also noticed that dress but was she able to see it’s significance? Her idea to look for anyone covered in glitter didn’t sound terrible but there was something about it that just wouldn’t work. “Really? You think all we need to do is see who has glitter on them and we’ll find the killer? In that case, anyone who touched that dress during investigation would be a suspect. Need I remind you, the murder happened yesterday? By now, the killer has had more than enough time to rid themselves of any glitter.”

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A Jury of Cards | Trial Start

For several hours now you’ve had time to search and investigate, or to loiter or rest or do whatever you please really. Some of you got right down to business, to be sure, but even so many of you are caught in the midst of your investigating when a devil approaches to usher you to the Brass Embassy. There’s a heightened tension in the air, a sense of raw nerves, as you step into the strange warmth of the Embassy and are summarily herded down the stairs, further and further downwards. Did it take this long last time? Had you simply forgotten how many goddamn stairs there were? And yet when you reach the trial room at last, it still feels too soon. 

It’s just as you remembered it, the lavish decor, the large circular table in the center with the pneumatic tube, the name cards… but three seats will be empty this time. Nono, Noriko, Subaru. Who, you can’t help but wonder, will be the fourth? And will a day come when you descend to this room and see as many as half of the seats empty? More?

The Devil takes her own chair, a little away from the table but affording her a view of the room.

“Y’all’re smart kids, I’m sure you don’t need me to explain things again, do you? Find the Milliner’s killer and vote for them, unless you’d rather risk it bein’ your head on the choppin’ block. Figuratively speakin’, of course, we probably ain’t gonna use a choppin’ block. Dead part’s literal though.” She laughs, and waves a hand, an encouraging gesture to indicate you should commence.

Trial Begin.

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The Price of Silence | Investigation Start

Before any of you can do much more than register the scene, the voice of the Devil chimes in from the back of the group, and of course you all whirl to see her standing there, smiling cheerfully.

“Well done! And just before I started gettin’ to the really good stuff, too. Gotta say, our killer wasn’t wastin’ anymore time with this one. Y’all should be well rested and plenty functional this time, I expect, so no need to lollygag about… ah, though you ain’t gonna want to mess about with the body too much, that’s a coroner’s job, after all. Speakin’ of which…”

She steps aside as the Necromancer makes his way down the hall, excusing himself to move past you and taking care not to brush against anyone as he goes to kneel by the body’s side.

“He oughta have a report ready for y’all soon enough, this one ain’t too complicated. Feel free t’look around the room an’ anywhere else takes your fancy in the meantime. As I understand it, Madame Stage Manager has even gone to the trouble of unlockin’ all your rooms this time, so you can snoop around as much as you please. You’ve only got a few hours, so hop to it!”

She gives a little wave and walks off down the hall, disappearing around the corner back towards the Stage.

An hour or so into your various investigations, the Necromancer will indeed locate you to deliver another thin file with a black and white photo of the crime scene, and a sheet of paper with information regarding the body.

Victim Name: Subaru Ueda Cause of Death: Strangulation Time of Death: Approximately 3PM (Previous Day) Body Discovered: 12:30PM Location: Costume Room (Theatre) Injuries: -Contusions on front and side of head -Ligature marks on neck

“I will be returning to the Mortuary once I have finished delivering these, should you wish to inquire further about the body.” He says simply, after handing over each file, and then moves on.

Checking the Costume Room after receiving the file will show that Subaru’s body is no longer there. It seems to have been removed, most likely taken to the Mortuary.

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Skeletons in the Closet, Body in the Costume Room | Body Discovery

The fourth day of the motive comes, and while none of you are looking forward to the next announcement, a few of you are feeling a particular sense of dread and anxiety about it. One for a very different reason than the others. By now you know it’s futile to try and avoid it, however, so you all gather in the Theater at the approximate time, around noon.

But the Devil isn’t on the stage, and it isn’t her voice that catches your attention. Is that Lucien coming out of the hallway leading off the side towards the Dressing Rooms?

Lucien is silent as he joins the group. It’s almost unsettling just how nonchalantly he looks over the crowd to ensure everyone was here. Well, how convenient, looks like they have all already gathered here to hear who’s secrets would be revealed. Instead, they have Lucien, calmly informing them there has been a second murder and to report to the costume room for investigation.

Another death? So someone did have a secret worth killing over? Well, several of you may certainly understand that feeling, but only one of you acted upon it. And who had been the unfortunate victim? Quickly the lot of you make your way to the Costume Room, hearts pounding, and immediately on entering or clustering around the doorway you see…

[TW: Neck Trauma, Strangulation]

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Dancing with Death || Lucien || Ch 1 || Re: Results.

They did it. They found Nono’s killer. Lucien grinned. So Noriko was the one who killed her. What do you know, the knight actually was a hero.  “Well, Noriko, congratulations on almost getting away with it. Too bad you cracked under pressure. But thank you for getting Nono out of the way for us. She was rather annoying.” 

Seriously Lucien, can you not be a little shit for like, two seconds?

“It is a shame you will have to die for this considering you really did us all a favor. But rules are rules. I bid you adieu.”

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Conviction of a Knight | Vote Results

The Devil had observed the events of the trial with an enigmatic grin and quiet poise, watching you all, holding up each vote as it was delivered to her chair via the pneumatic tube, and then setting it aside. When it’s over, when the time limit is up and after Noriko’s confession, she stands and claps her hands once for attention.

“We’re outta time, I’m afraid, but it looks like y’all managed to pull it off. That’s right folks, it was The Twice-Blessed Knight over there that murdered the little Scholar. A pretty brutal affair too, from what I understand.” The Devil shakes her head, still smiling, and clicks her tongue like a disapproving school teacher. “Not very honorable of you, shoving the girl into the fire and watching her scream and thrash around. You would have left her there to burn if she hadn’t pulled herself out and tackled you, wouldn’t you now? And that’s such an awful way to die.”

The Devil laughs brightly, a surprisingly wholesome sound, and then turns and heads to the door, opening it only to whisper something to another devil standing outside it. She turns back to the lot of you.

“Well, we’ll be preparing Lady Knight’s punishment, don’t worry. You have a few minutes to say your goodbyes, and make whatever peace with your Gods you can… assuming you think you’re worthy of their forgiveness.”

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Lucien Submits a vote for Noriko

Votes:

Noriko Noro - 4

Miyu Hayami - 1

Yuma Sugawara - 1

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Trial 1-2 || Lucien || Re: Shoes

Lucien groans. Why the hell are people asking for his shoe size? He had an alibi. Why should it even matter. Still, might as well give them what they want before they go throwing accusations at him. He removes one of his dress shoes. “Is my alibi not enough to clear my name? Fine. I wear a European size 42. That should convert to around a size 8 in US men’s sizes and if you want to know what it would be in women’s sizes, then do the conversions yourself. I will not waste my time trying to prove I did not do this when there is already proof that I could not have.”