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"Everyone, make your votes using the devices on your podiums!"

A small touch-screen was revealed on every podium. It showed a list of every participant, though Trixie was greyed out. All one had to do to vote was tap the person's face and hit 'confirm.'

"Once you lock in your vote, there's no going back! No vote switching! And if you don't vote..." Monokuma grinned maliciously. "For now, that'll count as a vote against yourself, but if you consistently refuse, well... that'll be a paddlin'!"​

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

Louise stared at the device, taking a moment to calm herself. Was she really sure about this? If she chose wrong, well... they'd all be at stake. Would a hanged jury result in a literal hanged jury too, even? Her hand shook a little as she braced it against the podium, trying to calm her breathing.

Finally, she selected Menma.

The rest was out of her hands. She could only hope she was right.

 

[Icee]

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Claude Von Riegan​

Ultimate Stratigist​

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Trial Stage​

And so it was time. Monokuma had declared that it was time to vote and so came the devices for the participants. The screen somewhat made him think of the display on his device, which he was still getting used to. The tech was definately above the tech he was used to but with 4 days of dealing with all around advanced tech, he was starting to understand how things worked. He decided that it might be best to not test things with not voting, as much as he truly didn't want to vote. So much was up in the air on this case. But their discussion has ended.

With the evidence he had, everything was lined up. Menma was told a list of people who could be the Traitor and Trixie was on that list. Menma may have been hurt but she was strong and hot headed. She likely killed Trixie, thinking she would kill the traitor. But in the end, all it did was make her the Blackened because Trixie was not the traitor. Her intention was not evil - but she still murdered. And for everyone's sake, she needed to be voted for - if they voted wrong then everyone woukd die. This was what needed to be done for everyone's sake. That's what Claude beleived.

And so he cast his vote for Menma.

 

[Verite]

Kirei Kotomine

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Kotomine's expression hardened even more, but he did not falter, and he remained calm despite the tension growing. Especially as the verdict seemed to be turning around in his favor, but even so, he knew he would have to hammer in his case one final time so that everyone could make their decision with the best faith they had.

"Indeed, it is as the others say in my favor. If I were the one who chose to deign myself to sullying my hands with the blood of another... Well, certainly, I would not have even needed to go through the trouble of washing my hands of that blood," Kotomine said, wagging his finger back and worth. "Observe it in my profile for yourself; the martial art in which I specialize inflicts damage upon the insides of a person's body. I would have been able to rupture her heart if I desired, and not a single drop of blood would have escaped her body if I did, if you need more proof of my innocence," he continued, almost gleefully adding in the grizzly detail for his own amusement, but even so, it was a necessary detail to highlight.

"Perhaps you may find it unbelievable for an ordinary young woman like Menma Izumi to get up after her incident and still carry out the deed, but she is no ordinary young woman, is she? A title like hers, the Ultimate Fighter, begs to be challenged, but all the same, it is far from impossible to imagine her ability to kill even in her wounded state," Kotomine continued on, tapping his forehead with his index finger thoughtfully.

Beyond that, it seemed there was little more the priest could say. Not wanting to repeat himself, he'd believed the sight of Menma's jacket would have been the final nail in the coffin, so he would let the others draw their own conclusions from there.

...

If nothing else, in the event that he did get sentenced to death, at least everyone would be going with him.

But Kotomine was far from prepared to throw in the towel so quickly.

With his case finally out there, stated to the best of his ability, Kotomine cast his vote for Menma as well.

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[Takumi98]

Clementine - Trial Stage

The audience smiled and laughed at Cater. A few seemed moved, but still excited. They wanted this drama. They were loving this reveal. Monokuma was loving it too. "If you refuse to play... well, that just makes you easy pickings for those of you who have actual conviction! A bit silly of you to tell me you'll live in harmony when you already have a death on your hands, hmm?"

With that, Monokuma gave a look around at the group. "Narrowed it down, have you? This is the most exciting part! You ready for it? I think it's about time we start... the voting!"

"What?" Clementine felt a sudden grip of fear clutch at her heart. He had to be joking. They weren't ready! The group was looking in too many directions still. If only Clementine felt she could just take the moment and voice her fears.

"W-Wait! The clothing! Sunset can't identify all the clothing! That might... mean something..." Clementine grabbed her podium hard and lifted herself up to look over the clues in the middle intensely. "What are you sure is Trixie's?!"

It could have all been Trixie's, as far as Sunset could tell, but it wasn't like she knew her friend's wardrobe inside and out. There were at least a few articles of clothing she wasn't sure... a few pairs of pants. Gloves. A jacket. A plain t-shirt. There was nothing notable about the clothing. The pants looked a bit rough while the jacket was a bit singed. All of it had certainly been washed though. Most of it looked generic enough to fit even the people from separate eras. Nothing about the clothing pointed to a specific person... as far as it seemed.

"I think the killer was washing their clothes with Trixie!" Clementine declared.

"Stalling for time?" Monokuma said, grumbling a bit. "What do you say, folks, should we let them go a bit longer!?"

The audience cheered. They wanted to see where this would go.
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Trial Room // Stadium Room

Gosh... if Monokuma really was pulling a joke on them, he was really pushing it through. Yet again, he talked about deaths. He kept on talking about saddening things. But... when he was talking about easy-pickings, he meant an easy-pick for pranks, right? Monokuma was just lying about having their first death on their hands, right? Trixie was still alive, no matter what he said... right? Of course he was! Prankers always lie! Pinkie Pie's friend from home, Rainbow Dash, would always lie when putting on a prank! So would Pinkie when she was pulling pranks herself!... although she wouldn't be too good at lying through her giggles. Not the point! At Monokuma's words, though, now Pinkie was doubting more and more. Was he right? Was... all Monokuma saying true? Was she wrong, yet again? She showed sadness on her face for a moment before physically shaking her head- again- as she cleared her head of these dark thoughts.

Clementine's fear about Monokuma speeding up the voting seemed to be infectious, catching onto Pinkie. She looked nervously at the talking bear, having a slight bewilderment to her facial expression. Wasn't he going too fast? How were they supposed to get the fake murderer right if he didn't give them a chance to? She looked at his potential actions in confusion but sighed in relief when Clementine somehow managed to convince the crowd and Monokuma of how they could go on further by presenting a piece of evidence, of how Trixie was doing laundry with the "murderer".

Now that Clementine had brought this to their attention, most of the participants' eyes were on the clothing. Pinkie could clearly see pants, gloves, a burned jacket, and a shirt. Just regular stuff they most all likely had- wait. Gloves. Pinkie assumed that the clothes they had were regular-day outfits, as all of hers were, but gloves? Pinkie wouldn't think gloves were something you wore on a daily basis, but maybe for others it was? Plus, Pinkie didn't even have gloves in her clothes, and some others might not either. Pinkie didn't think Trixie and Sunset wore gloves, but others in the room might have some in their drawers. Maybe they should think of who they knew wore gloves? Or was Pinkie thinking too far into this, and it was a simple coincidence that she herself didn't have gloves?

When Louise pointed at the jacket, saying if anyone was in contact with flames recently, Pinkie raised her hand as if she were in class. "I know, I know! Pyramid Hea- uh, Tobi's outfit was burst into flames!! In Monokuma's presentation, the bear even... showed it..." At the mention of Monokuma's presentation, Pinkie's face filled with horror for a second. At Monokuma's presentation... the bomb happened. The blood happened. The injuries... no! If Pinkie was right, and it was all fake, then that event must have been fake! She shook her head, smiling again. "Monokuma even said that! But, but... that's the only fire thingy I can think of."

BAM!

When the priest-man suddenly slammed his podium, Pinkie jumped out of her shoes- er, sandals- and looked at him in wide surprise. Well, that certainly got her attention. And all the people's attention, really. It was effective, though, for dramatic effect. She listened to the priest, nodding in understanding, and then stared at Menma now. Pinkie had just thought of the bomb just now with Monokuma's presentation, and if they were thinking of the jacket being burnt... then... the priest may be right!

After Claude spoke, Pinkie waved her hand around crazily. "Me! Me!" She opened her mouth to speak, although hesitated for a moment. The bomb... the bomb. No! It... was fake! That horror... was fake! None of it was real! Nodding her head to herself, she continued with her statement: "Menma was near... the bomb, since Monokuma... grabbed... her! So... so that burnt part could be from that!"​

When Sophie and Sera argued, Atsushi opened his mouth to get them to stop, but they had been quick to end their argument at least. When Monokuma nearly got to voting, Atsushi's heart nearly leaped into his throat until Clementine bought them a bit more time.

His gaze went to the clothes for a moment, brows furrowed when he noticed the gloves. Those among their numbers who wore gloves may narrow it down to a few individuals. However, the clothes didn't appear to belong to one specific person based on appearance alone, and if the rest of the clothes were Menma's or Kotomine's then who's gloves were those? As far as he knew, Kotomine didn't wear gloves, but did Menma? If not then wouldn't that just leave Tobi? He still tried to see if there was anything in the clothes that stood out at all, hoping there was something to lead them in the right direction, or at least see if there may have been something missed.

Clementine - Trial Stage

This was it. There was no way she could hold back any longer. She had to admit that the reasoning against the priest and Tobi was strong... but there had been a lingering feeling in the back of her mind ever since this trial started. She had placed her complete trust in someone and Clementine felt that trust might have been misplaced now. It was hardly a new feeling for the girl, but in the midst of all that was happening, it was all too overwhelming.

"I'm sorry," Clementine said, feeling defeated. She breathed heavily as she leaned against the podium for support. "I told Menma who I thought the traitors might be. Trixie was on that list, so I was worried that maybe... they fought... but..."

Members of the audience gasped. They, of course, knew of that conversation. Perhaps this was seen as a betrayal by the audience.

Monokuma took this as a sign. "Is that right? Is this a sign? Is it already... VOTING TIME?!"

The audience let out a raucous cheer. Oh yes, it was time.

"Damn it!" Clementine exclaimed. She looked around at the others. "Kotomine. Tobi. Menma. It's one of them! It has to be! The evidence, though... out of those three, who would Trixie be most likely to attack? Who would she most likely feel comfortable with to share a coffee with? Everyone, that's what it's come down to!"

She looked to Menma, determination in her eyes. "I'm sorry! But I have to! If it's not you, Menma, I need a better argument from you!"
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It was down to Menma, Kotomine, and Tobi. Wanda had mentioned that it seemed like a pro had done it, and if that was the case in his mind that only left Kotomine or Tobi to potentially check that box, Pinkie made some good points too. The jacket in the wash could have been before the killer threw in their own clothes with whoever's was already in the machine, possibly to throw the group off, if Menma's words were true however.

The gloves could be Tobi's, and the jacket Menma's, and...the pants? Maybe Kotomine's? Maybe he was overthinking it, but with their lives on the line if they get it wrong, his thoughts were going a mile a minute and he could feel a headache start to form behind his eyes.

Then Usagi brought up one of the moments Wanda and Kotomine didn't get along, likely that first day when they were at each other's throats, and he was reminded of what had happened in the Daycare between the two with Kotomine so close to wrapping his fingers around Wanda's throat.

He kept an eye out for the three's reactions as well while the votes were being made, though with Pinkie looking his way after bringing up more points against Menma, he made eye contact with her to try and comfort her while also to try and ground himself. Either way, all three had something going against them in some way, and it...may come down to a majority vote in the end. With some hesitation Atsushi voted for Tobi. As unlikely as it seemed he just...didn't know and that part scared him, because if his vote was somehow right and the majority was wrong he could die, if both he and the majority were wrong they could all still die and this threat was different from a group of armed men with guns and it scared him. Either way, his gaze remained on Pinkie to try and keep his calm even as he gripped the podium tightly to keep himself upright.

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[Capri]

SOPHIE WALTEN
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Sophie pressed the button and voted for Menma, hoping that she was right and that they would all live.​

 

[Ghost_Candy]

It felt like everything she had said was in vain, Menma looked at her peers all of them voting hesitantly.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, nothing she said would matter.



Menma reached out to her tablet and voted for Kotomine

"Fuck."

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[Charles Babel]

Pinkie Pie
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After Pinkie told her share, she then quietly listened as Marie said her theory to everyone. The pink-haired girl quietly listened politely, but scrunched up her eyebrows when the girl said how Menma was hurt and that other people went in to jump as well with the… bomb. If Pinkie could remember… Usagi, Frank, and Kotomine jumped in to help Menma, who was captured by the bear. Did Clementine help as well? Pinkie wasn’t sure. The memory was fuzzy for her, but she definitely remembered seeing Kotomine and Menma, who were both suspects right now. Pinkie shivered at the memory, but she was quietly connecting the dots inside her head.

Pinkie listened to Menma, but as she said that she forgot her jacket, Pinkie looked at her in confusion. Kotomine had said earlier that it was cold inside the hotel, so Pinkie couldn’t believe that Menma would just leave her source of warmth inside a washing machine and forget about it. Menma’s outfit also seemed more like it was used for hot weather, not for the cold breezes inside this building. Pinkie found it hard to believe that someone could forget that they were cold… unless they were in panic from committing a “murder”. But Menma didn’t actually murder Trixie! This was all just fake! It was all fake. Reminding herself that all of this wasn’t true, Pinkie felt more safer to say her opinions out loud.

Pinkie listened to other people’s votes: Sophie for Menma, Marie for Kotomine, Usagi for Kotomine, Trusty Patches for Kotomine, and Louise for Menma. She wasn’t sure of Claude’s vote yet. She knew one thing for sure, though: it wasn’t Kotomine.Pinkie was sure that the fake killer was Menma! It all made sense when she looked at what other people said earlier in the trial Kotomine wouldn’t connect to past facts that they stated. Only Menma would!

“WAIT!” Pinkie screamed out after Louise said her statement. “I agree with Louise! It’s not Kotomine!!” Pinkie quickly pulled out her bright pink tablet, as she had evidence on there to support her case. While she was opening up the PROFILE app, she pointed at Louise. “You said earlier that Trixie and the person she invited might have had an argument, and that might be super duper true. But, but! Marie, Trusty Patches, Usagi, listen!! Do you think that Kotomine would argue with Trixie or lose his temper with her, causing bad things to happen? Just a teeny weeny second ago, he calmly said how he wasn’t the fake killer!! If he could keep his panic inside of him right now, then he probably could have deescalated the argument with Trixie! BUT! On the other hand…”

Pinkie pulled up Menma’s profile and showed it to Clementine and Trusty Patches, who were both by her sides. If they looked on it, they would see where she was going with this. Well, hopefully. Pinkie was still slightly confused about all of this trial herself. FAKE trial. Yes, they were just doing this, and after they solved it, Trixie would appear again and they would all go home! They just needed to solve it. Just solve it with the others, Pinkie, and it’ll all be okay, no matter what Monokuma and the others said before.

Menma Izumi
Chaotic | Hot-Headed | Tsundere

“It says riiiight here how Menma is hot-headed! A hot-headed person would argue with Trixie, leading to their ‘blowout’.” She made quotation marks at this word. “Also, also! If Trixie planned to do ‘it’ from the start, she would have chosen someone weak to do it. Marie, you said how Menma probably wouldn’t be able to do it, since she was injured, but you gotta remember that Trixie ‘attacked’ first!! Also, like Claude said, she’s the Ultimate Fighter! She could have ‘handled’ Trixie, even if Trixie didn’t think so!! Clementine!” Pinkie turned around and pointed towards the girl next to her. “You said that Trixie didn’t know many people that well, and only knew Sunset and Kotomine kinda well, but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t know that other people. Menma!” She now pointed at the main suspect. “Weren’t a lot of people asking if you were okay from… from the bomb? And didn’t everybody know how Monokuma…” Pinkie hesitated from remembering the event that happened again, but continued after a second. “Didn’t everybody know how Monokuma… grabbed you and… blew up? If everyone was asking you if you were okay, then what happened would be memorable. Everybody had to have been there, so Trixie would have saw, too. She would have known who you were, and she probably invited you out to do laundry when she saw how your jacket got all burned from the bomb!! Or, or! Like I just said! Everybody saw how you were injured, so maybe Trixie had her eye on you for a ‘killing’, as I said before!” Even though Pinkie also made quotation marks for this word, she still slightly panicked at it. Breathing out, she looked at Atsushi for a moment, then to Sophie, calming her nerves. Now seeing her friends, she knew what to say next.

“Clementine alsooo said how the ‘killer’ mixed up the partners discreetly, and they probably didn’t want us to find out. Marie, you said that it may have been a false sign. But! If Kotomine did it, wouldn’t he have mixed up more partners to make sure it was noticeable? I don’t think he would trust us to figure it out all by ourselves, so if he did ‘it’, he probably would have made sure we noticed it. The partner switches we saw were hidden, since a lot of people didn’t even notice it at first. If Kotomine did that on purpose, he probably would have pointed it out first to make sure we got it.”

Pinkie nodded at her statement, and then declared out loud, “I’m with Sophie and Louise here. Menma definitely did the fake kill. I’m 100% sure!! Well, maybe 99%. But still super duper sure!”

If Pinkie wasn’t as sure as she was now that everything would be okay if they solved this trial, then she most likely never would have said any of this at all and just followed what Sophie would have thought. But she was sure everything would be okay, so she tried to think everything was fake with a smile on her face. ​

Sera couldn't help herself but nod along with what the pink-haired girl was, but she added one thing. "If the priest killed someone he would tell everyone about it after it was done. He's that big of a shite. Anyway yeah no I think Menma did it. Some rookie mistakes, which is understandable if you're not much of a," Sera did a stabbing motion into the air. "That kind of person. So yeah! Menma! I'll vote for her!"

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[LuckycoolHawk9]

Stiles “ Ultimate Sarcasm” Stilinski

Stiles really wished he could have made a stronger case for his idea. It didn’t seem like Menma was the right choice. With some hesitation, Stiles clicked and voted for Tobi.

 

[Josh]

"I'm really torn, everyone." Wanda exhaled, tightening her robe around her like a security blank. "I want it to be Tobi. Honestly. Tobi seems like he could have done it." A deep, angry sigh rang from Wanda's mouth. "But Memma? Everything points to you."


Wanda paused as she pushed a button. Memma, I'm sorry. I really, really sorry. And if we're wrong? God have mercy on all of us."

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[HanikamuKitten]

Cater Diamond​

Stadium?
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Without a warning, Monokuma announced voting time. Already?! That was barely any more time! A few last remarks were made before they were forced to vote for real.

So many people seemed so sure of different answers. This was going to be a close race. The evidence just wasn’t enough to say anyone for sure. And there was a lack of motive besides the obvious “getting to leave”. It didn’t help narrow anything down, they all wanted to leave!

"Everyone, make your votes using the devices on your podiums!"

“Oh I guess I’ll have to go back to vote.”

He looked down at the podium. If Marie couldn’t figure it out he’d quickly show her before he left. He stepped down from the podium before softly taking Marie’s hand one more time.

“I WILL see you after this trial. I pinky promise.”

He slipped his hand from holding just her fingertips into locking pinkies. It was a promise he was intent on keeping, for real this time. They would make it out of this trial. They’d find the right answer. And they’d see each other again. Wouldn’t they?

For a moment a single thread of doubt was sewn into his head. What if this was their last moments? He quickly pushed aside the thoughts, before giving one last smile and wave to Marie and heading back to his spot.

He approached his podium once more as the thoughts churned in his head, trying to recollect all the evidence and arguments he’d listened to. He slotted himself back in between the two scary guys. He looked to Kotomine. Tall, cold and terrifying. He was certainly capable of murder. Marie’s points had made sense! But something still irked him. Something about the way Kotomine spoke almost made him too obvious. And the points against Menma…

He didn’t want it to be her. He didn’t want to lose another person to make friends with. He wanted it to be Kotomine, the jerk. It was clear to see Cater was angry as he side eyed Kotomine intensely. Self-righteous weirdo priest guy who can kiss his-

He pressed the button, reluctantly voting for Menma.

 

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Usagi gingerly presses the button with Kotomine’s face. She sweatdrops and looks around the room at everybody else as they cast their votes.



“Aahhh…… I’m sorry, everyone, but I really think out of anybody it’s most likely to be him. He’s a loudmouth sometimes, but he’s sneaky too. I think he could have definitely had the guts for something lile this! So I’m voting for Kotomine!”



Usagi grinds the toe of her shoe nervously into the floor. “I think he’s a bigger meanie than Claude. That’s why I changed my mind. Kotomine reminds me so much of the kind of guy who’s always in charge of sending the youma after us. If there were a bad guy convention, he’d totally attend!” It’s a weak argument, but Usagi convinces herself well enough.

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[Xeppy]

Pinkie Pie
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Pinkie shook her head at Stiles when he announced he was voting for Tobi, about to ask why Trixie would meet up with Tobi if he was the one who did "it". She didn’t think that Trixie and Tobi were close to one another or knew each other at all, and she couldn't understand why Trixie would want to do laundry with someone with a profile personality of “monstrous”. Even if she were to invite him, would Tobi even come? Also, she didn’t think Tobi was someone who would mix the partner board to blame it on others based on who he seemed to be, but maybe she was judging him too much. It was never okay to judge a book by its cover, even in a trial! But... wasn't that what they were doing? Still, she didn’t think it was Tobi. Things didn’t add up to him being the fake killer. Before she could say anything, though, Monokuma suddenly spoke up before them all.

It was voting time.

Pinkie would think that she would be happy with this, as this would be the moment that they would solve this fake murder case! That they would beat this game, and finally know the true pranking intentions behind all this! That they could finally be done! She wasn't as happy as she thought, though it may be because of her peers. She saw everyone else's nervous reactions, how they were hesitating so much to vote for others. In an attempt to counter any bad feelings being spread out, Pinkie turned towards the stadium crowds. The laughing. The smiles. The yells. Pinkie just knew that happiness wasn't because the situation they were in was real, but because it was fake! They were simply laughing because they were anticipating for them all to figure out it was fake as well! Nodding to her own assumptions, she turned around to face the others and her podium once again. They would do this and know the truth!

When the voting tablet was shown on her stand, she widened her eyes at it, but for some reason, she didn't feel awe at it as she normally would. She didn't feel excited about it. Perhaps because... some part of her was being reasonable? Perhaps some part of her believed in Monokuma with all he said, how Trixie died? How if they got this wrong, they would all die? Was all of Pinkie's proof that Menma was the "fake" murderer just persuade Pinkie that it seemed too real? No, no! Pinkie just needed to go over the information she and the others gave out and conclude that it's too horrifying to be true!

First, a jacket was shown to have been connected to Menma. She admitted that it was hers when she claimed that she went to the laundry room earlier, although she said not at midnight. Who knows if she was lying, though? If Pinkie was right about everything being a prank, then of course Menma would lie! Prankers always lie! Anyways, the jacket was connected to the girl from when the… bomb exploded earlier. The fake bomb, of course! Menma also had an excuse to go to the laundry with Trixie, since she was "injured" and had to clean her clothes. She was also the Ultimate Fighter, which meant that even if Menma was injured, she could still "fight" Trixie. Menma also was one of the people who had their names switched, and she could have done this herself when trying to be discreet, but had it end up being found out anyways. Since Menma was doing laundry with Trixie, she would know of the clothing beforehand. She most likely did the red painting with their clean clothes, washed them again, and then put them in the daycare. Clementine additionally has an excuse for why Menma would argue with Trixie, with her thinking Trixie was a traitor, and Menma’s hot-blooded feature supported this further.

And it was all fake. It was all fake! If Pinkie voted for Menma, everything would be fine! It would be fine. Trixie was fine, Menma would be fine, and everybody would be fine!

When thinking that everything was going to be fine, though, her mind, of course, drifted over to other things. The main thing that popped up in her head was when Clementine talked about the traitor. Pinkie hadn't been paying that much attention to Monokuma earlier in her shock of everything earlier, so hearing this again was like a stab in the stomach. It was like a stab in the trust Pinkie tried to have with others. It was like a stab in the magic of friendship. No! Monokuma was probably lying when he said there was a traitor! No way would a traitor be here with them! Everyone here was different, interesting, and good! There wasn't any traitor! Still, if Menma thought there was, and thought Trixie was it, wouldn't that give her a "motive"? If Menma had a "motive", then that would make her more of a suspect than the other people Clementine listed. Pinkie usually heard of motives when doing innocent investigations of who framed the other, or when playing a board game with her friends. Nothing like this, though.

Atsushi seemed to be stabilizing himself with Pinkie's looks as well, or it had seemed to be that way in Pinkie's eyes. When Atsushi seemed to be doing this, Pinkie gave a great big smile. If Pinkie had somehow helped Atsushi with looks that he started giving first, that just enforced what she was meant to do to others in her life. She was meant to help. She was meant to make others feel okay, and not stressed or sad or anything bad. She was meant to make others happy instead of just making herself happy. Is that why she was called the Ultimate Party Planner here? That even if Pinkie held fewer parties, or didn't spend tons of coins on party decorations, the meaning of her parties bypassed any other? The mix of Atsushi's calming looks and the idea that Pinkie could be helping Atsushi herself seemed to make her happy. Pinkie nodded in appreciation to Atsushi before listening to what Sera had to say.

Pinkie bobbed her head at her words, although flinching a little at the woman's stabbing movements with her hands. It wasn't real, but this just brought back thoughts to Pinkie's head of how their situation might be real. That Trixie was never coming back. That a person here was a betrayer. That Menma might have actually killed Trixie, and it wasn't just some elaborate joke to make them all scared for a moment before laughing it off. What if... what if the horrors of the world were here, and that Pinkie had to get through them somehow while cheering her friends up? But... no! Unless Pinkie got some kind of proof that it was real, besides words from everyone and Monokuma... then she simply won't stop denying! Ignoring the Monokuma bomb earlier and how every single sign pointed to it being real, Pinkie turned her head from realism into a fairy tale land. Grasp onto anything you can, Pinkie.

If Pinkie flinched at Sera's movements, then the pink-haired girl would be absolutely mortified with the priest-man's statements. Rupture her heart. Inside of the body. Blood. This man was like the Ultimate Vampire here: they had no mercy with their words when speaking in trial. In the middle of Kotomine's defense of himself, Pinkie turned her body away from him in horror. How... how could he do such a thing that he was describing he could do? Did peace mean nothing to him? Did the magic of friendship mean nothing to him? Why... why would anyone learn how to do that to another? She stayed in her position for a few seconds before turning back, hearing what the Ultimate Priest had to say about Trixie. She absently nodded along to it, getting the message of, The priest-man wasn't the fake killer. Menma was. She was still shaken by his words, though.

She looked onto her voting tablet now after Kotomine persuaded her more that Menma was "it", having a finger hover over the main suspect's face. Click it. Click it, Pinkie! She wanted to push forward, just press on the face, but something was stopping her. Was it doubt? Was it lack of hope? Was it... how Pinkie didn't think this "prank" was funny, and it might not even be one? Was it how she knew pranks were innocent and funny, and this was neither one of those things? She bit her tongue, distracting herself for a moment by looking at the grayed-out image of Trixie. Why... did it lack color? Trixie was probably alive! Was... was it for ironic effect? It was, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

Pinkie didn't vote for anyone until she saw Sophie, Wanda, Atsushi, and Usagi vote themselves. She stared at her tablet for some time after they pressed suspects faces themselves before slowly clicking Menma's profile and confirming it. The moment she did so, Pinkie jumped back from the tablet and started shaking and sweating, gripping the sides of her podium for balance. Even if Pinkie thought everything was all right... there was a sensation in the air that told her everything was wrong. That told her this was serious. That told her that despair would rule over their lives here. It wasn't even her Pinkie Sense that said this, though. It was common human knowledge.

Hopefully the sensation in the air was wrong.​

 

[0ttonomous]

"Everyone, make your votes using the devices on your podiums!"

A small touch-screen was revealed on every podium. It showed a list of every participant, though Trixie was greyed out. All one had to do to vote was tap the person's face and hit 'confirm.'

"Once you lock in your vote, there's no going back! No vote switching! And if you don't vote..." Monokuma grinned maliciously. "For now, that'll count as a vote against yourself, but if you consistently refuse, well... that'll be a paddlin'!"

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Patches voted for Kotomine.​

 

[GamblingGoblins]

Marie - Ultimate Decapitator
Trial Room
Zenterfold HanikamuKitten @Everybody
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This was too much.

Even after she had poured everything she had into this case, doing her best to listen to all the evidence and assemble it in a way that made sense despite having no real grasp of the situation, it appeared Marie's efforts had fallen short. Everyone was fighting, unable to come to an agreement on who was right or wrong. Marie didn't even know anymore, herself; there were too many conflicting opinions, too many things that fit all of the suspects. She didn't have enough general knowledge, nor had she paid enough attention to the group at large to be able to pick up on the smaller hints the clothes contained. She had no more cards to play, and no map of stars bright enough to guide her. There were still many questions left unanswered; had Trixie truly even attacked first, or was that mere speculation? Wouldn't the jacket have been more than a little singed, if they were Tobi or Menma's, having taken the brunt of an explosion or a full-blown incineration? Marie knew everyone was pointing their fingers at Menma, but... something inside of her didn't want to believe that it had been that girl. She wasn't sure why; she didn't even know her, and to her, murder was an inconsequential matter anyhow. But something in Menma's eyes spoke to Marguerite, conveying something words never could.

Were these thoughts of hers logical? It certainly didn't seem so. In fact, out of all the evidence she'd brought up thus far, this was undoubtedly the most ridiculous and childish one of all. But that didn't sway her from her course. Something inside those eyes told her it wasn't Menma... which left only two options. So what could she do? What was the right choice? And how would she forgive herself if she got it wrong and made the ones she cared for sad?

She'd have to figure out when she got there, she supposed.

Momentarily, she forgot herself, so lost in an overwhelming and confusing sea of thoughts. What could she do? How would she proceed? Kotomine's argument was admittedly a good one, at surface level; it honestly might've even swayed her from him, if not for the giddiness with which he spoke, prompting her to put the last of what she had into thinking this over. "If". If he had desired, he could have killed her without any bloodshed. But naturally, such a thing would've made him look even more suspicious, if he had chosen to do it that way. The if seemed important, but there was no saying for sure, and Marie genuinely didn't think she had it in her to process a single modicum of information more. She'd genuinely never thought this much before, and her brain was completely fried. It almost didn't even feel like she was in her body anymore, like she was witnessing something from the outside in some form of autopilot. She was tired, and she found herself desperately missing Ren. He would know what to do in this situation. He was far smarter than her, and his understanding of people and emotion far exceeded hers, even beyond that. She was out of her league here, and she half wondered why she'd even tried to help when she was starting to feel like her effort was more of a hindrance than anything in the end.

That was when she felt a familiar warmth engulf her hand, beckoning her back to the reality awaiting her life a lighthouse guiding ships to port. She had unknowingly slumped slightly against her podium at some point, but straightened up upon receiving the contact, her uncertain eyes drifting to meet his. A small part of her felt guilty as she looked at him now; here she was, having set out to make him and the others feel better, and yet now he was the one offering comfort to her. Maybe she wasn't so good at this, after all. And yet...

"...I know you will."

Securely, her pinky finger intertwined with his, sealing their deal with tender confidence. Marie couldn't claim to know what the future held; she wasn't clever like Cagliostro was. She didn't quite have Nana or Pinkie's seemingly blind optimism, a childish certainty that things would be okay no matter what. But what she did have, fragile and frail and easily breakable as it may have been, was trust.

She trusted Cater. With all of that throbbing void in her chest where her heart should have been, she trusted him. She had to. Because if she didn't... what would she have left? Where would she be able to turn? He was her partner, and one of the small handful of people who had treated her as more than subhuman scum, existing only to be avoided and feared. He had a good heart, and the people with good hearts were supposed to win, weren't they?

For a long few moments, she stayed like this, clinging to the feeling of warmth his touch provided whilst completely unaware of the pain her own touch inflicted. But this wasn't the land of twilight. This moment could not stretch for eternity, and eventually, the warmth subsided after his hand parted from her own. Despite the fearful urge willing her to reach out for him again, she stayed strong, giving only a halfhearted smile as he departed that melted away entirely once he was gone. This was what it all came down to. The moment of truth that would decide their fate. One wrong move and it would be over for all of them. She still didn't fully get those stakes, but she could feel that they were big, just going off the reactions of the others in the room. It was now or never.

"We'll see each other again soon," she murmured to herself as her gaze turned to her screen. "Cater, Nana, Shinoa, everyone... I hope you will forgive me if I'm wrong..."

With a shaky breath, she slowly did as her friend had informed her, finding Kotomine on the screen and confirming her vote.

 

[Funnier President]

Frank Zhang

Frank voted for Menma.

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[Miserable Alchemist]

Mono voted for Menma.

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[Severia]

Ever since the trial started, Nana had said nothing. Nevertheless, the ultimate class leader had been keenly observing each and every single point raised. The moment someone said anything, their titles and traits immediately flashed in her mind, which helped the girl evaluating their words' legitimacy and credibility. In addition, she also noted how much each person contributed to this war of pointing finger as well as their approach and perspective.

While having no intention to do it right now, if Nana were to kill someone in the near future, then these information were invaluable. To the point that she would abandon doing her best to solve the first case and took her time collecting them. That said, as more and more evidences and clues came in light, the pink girl formed a few theories in her head. She looked at Sera, Menma, Kotomine and Tobi with a cold gaze before continued observing others.

When Cater and Marie spoke up, Nana looked at them with mixed feelings. While the easiest way to get out of here would be killing someone without getting caught, like she usually did before kidnapped here, what would happen to the others? Considering this is some sort of game, the theory that it would keep going sounded the most plausible. Still, she couldn't help but had a lingering thought that something about it was off. But what exactly was off was not something she could answer. The pink girl then glanced at Shinoa, their conversations from earlier flashed up in her mind.

"The trial... or whatever we are about to face. Unless one of us 4 are accused, I think it would be better for both of us to not say anything. I don't know, I just feel like... there's something more to it."

Was what she whispered to her roommate back when they were heading to this trial room. While Nana was set on observing how others act, the ultimate reaper would have no such reason. Seeing that quizzical look on Shinoa's face back then, the pink girl also wondered why she suggested that. It was purely her acting on instinct without any exact reason.

And that exact reason arrived in the form of a shocking revelation from Monokuma. The moment she was aware of the audience and the true extent of the game they were forced to participate, Nana felt a surge of boiling rage before slowly closed her eyes and let none of that slipped through her calm and indifferent mask she was wearing ever since the trial started. The last thing she would do was to satisfy these pieces of shit by giving them what they want; the expression of anger and despair befitting an image of helpless victims. The girl also thoroughly digested the newest information. If she was caught after killing someone or if someone else killed and got away with it then she would be killed. However, her focus was at the remaining fact. If she killed someone without being caught then she could escape this place, but then everyone else would be killed. Everyone...

Nana opened her eyes and looked at Shinoa, Marie and Cater. Despite her best effort to control it, her hands started to shake uncontrollably. It was at this moment that the sound from the audience stopped and the trial resumed as though nothing happened in between. Eventually, they had reached the voting phase. The girl reviewed theories and information in her head before lifting her finger over the touch screen. Voting the correct person was definitely a right thing to do, but then it would give away her capability, and not voting at all count as a vote against herself and seemed to have a long-term consequence. Having thought that, the ultimate class leader didn't make a vote for now. The moment a vote count on anyone reach 16, which was beyond half and nothing could be changed after that, she would immediately follow up with her vote on that person.

Crimson Baron HanikamuKitten GamblingGoblins Zenterfold

 

[Gummi Bunnies]

This was really stressful. Voting under a tight time limit... with the added pressure that if they got this wrong...

Aru gritted her teeth, and with not much room to wiggle around regarding this: she voted Menma.

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[Kiyoko Tomoe]

Shinobu OshinoTrial Room/Stadium

"Perhaps there is a bit of amusement to have from this process, seeing so many panic simply trying to figure out something as insignificant as which bloodthirsty mortal was too stupid to reject such pitiful bloodlust. The audience is a bit boorish in mine opinion, the reveal was a bit too simplistic for such a key point to the narrative. Either way, I suppose there is some fun in it."

Shinobu gave Monokuma a somewhat amused look briefly before looking down at the device that had appeared on her podium. Without even thinking about it, Shinobu chose to vote on Menma, deciding that she would go with whatever everyone else was voting since her vote wouldn't really matter elsewhere, and she didn't really see this whole 'game' thing as a threat to her even if the majority was wrong. "As amusing as watching you all argue has turned out to be, it is, as the adorable bear stated, time to end this 'trial' as it is apparently called. I wish to bathe so I can be rid of the stench I have acquired by spending so much time in the same room with a pretentious, self-righteous idiot."

"Enjoy thine last breath, as regardless of the outcome your life is likely forfeit," Shinobu disinterestedly spoke whilst pressing the button.
Zenterfold @ Everyone​

 

[Zenterfold]

Clementine thought long and intensely about her conversation with Menma where she had mentioned Trixie. Visualizing it within her mind, Clementine came to a startling realization. Menma had been wearing something quite familiar to her now...
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It was a jacket. A jacket Menma had been without all morning. A jacket she had on during the explosion.

There was no doubt about it. Clementine placed her vote for Menma.

"Puhuhu..." Monokuma's laugh echoed throughout the stadium. "We have all our votes. That's it!"

The audience roared. They were beyond excited for the reveal.

"I wonder what made the killer do it?" Monokuma pondered. "Did they seize the opportunity? Did they make a mercy kill? Did they perceive the victim as a baddie? So many ways it could go! Isn't murder exciting? Really gets the blood pumping!"

Monokuma raised his arms into the air and the jumbo screens relayed the results of the vote.

"Did you make the right choice? Or the dreadfully wrong one?"

As per the majority, Menma's face appeared on screen. Over top her face appeared just one word:

GUILTY

They had guessed correctly. The crowd went wild all over again. Some people were practically laughing with glee.

Clementine let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Though relief turned quickly to frustration when she banged her fists against her podium. "Why, Menma?" she demanded. "What the hell came over you?!"

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[Icee]

Claude Von Riegan​

Ultimate Stratigist​

Zenterfold Ghost_Candy +Anyone​

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Trial Stage​

Claude watched as everyone casted their votes. He could only hope and pray that the majority was right. It seems most of the others also susoected Menma. The clothes, the strength, the motive for killing Trixie in particular...it all lined up. The majority must have thought the same and now they had to see if they were right. He kept a neutral expression as he saw Menma's picture come up...and then the big, red GUILTY.
They had guessed correctly. Menma had killed Trixie. He was grateful that they managed to solve this correctly but a part of him felt bad. For all of their lives, another had to be taken. But such was this sick game. They couldn't save everyone. And that was dawning on him. Menma was soon to be punished for her crime and only 30 of 32 participants would remain. Though a part of him felt as if some of this was on him. He never checked on Menma. He was too busy on his own agenda. He didn't check in on time. If had had been checking in, maybe it woukd have been more difficult for Menma to commit this crime. Maybe Trixie would still be alive. But now wasn't the time to let guilt override him.
"So...it really was you, huh?" the Ultimate Stratigist said as he glanced over toward Menma. "I know it doesn't do anything for what's to come but...why? Why did you kill her? Did you think she was the traitor? Was that why you thought to take her out?"
He didn't think Menma had cruel intentions. She was a hothead sure, she got aggressive toward him in specific when he started piecing the puzzle together but yet he did not feel anger toward her in spite of her cruel act. In what were probably Menma's last moments, all Claude wanted was to understand why Menma chose to kill Trixie.

 

[Ghost_Candy]

Her heart sank.

GUILTY

Menma's eyes met Clementine's, the girl's face filled with horror and betrayal. As Menma tried to speak, the words strangled in her throat before she could cough them out.



"Clem, please! It was an accident!" She yelped, her heart pounded so hard it hurt.

"Trixie attacked first- and I shoved her, she hit her head I didn't mean to..."


"I didn't mean to kill her."

"I went to the laundry room, because my clothes smelt like shit from being blown up, and she was already there. We talked, then she asked if I wanted to go to the cafe. I thought it was a good idea so we could stay awake long enough to finish our clothes. After we got our coffee, she grabbed a knife and attempted to stab me- but I dodged and pushed her, and her head smashed into the coffee maker, I don't know my own strength. Fuck."

Menma was a bitch but she didn't mean to kill her. Then something strange happened, Menma threw her head back and started to laugh.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...fuck, I did kill her didn't I? I panicked and tried to cover it up. You guys almost believed me too, I left so many red herrings- I didn't mean to fucking kill her, god," tears were streaming down her face now, she was pissed over everything, upset.

She knew she was about to die.

She slammed her podium and hung her head, the urge to puke crawling up her throat again.

Zenterfold @trial​

 

[OneBigParadox]

--== BUTTERS STOTCH ==--
(That's right, I'm still alive. Har har har.)​

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Voices from the left. Voices from the right. Voices everywhere. It was overwhelming. He had been strung along by everyone at this pointing, listening to every last bit of information and absorbing all of it, but saying nothing. Even with his texting buddy, he did nothing but sit awkwardly across the table from them before ultimately going to pass out. No matter what he did or said... The obvious fact that he's scared and confused is more prevalent than anything else. Someone died before him, and he had to witness it himself. He had to discuss how it was done in graphic detail around a bunch of people he doesn't even know, and it's being watched by a bunch of people he probably DOES know. Despite the fact that he had been trying not to hyperventilate the entire time though, he ultimately did vote along with everyone else. Not even sure why he did such a thing, more so just doing so because everyone else was doing it. Even if pressing the button was a risk, not pressing it means it was game over for him, guaranteed.

GUILTY​

Guilty. So it was right, then. When he starts to think about it, the thoughts rush through his head again. All of the terrible, despicable things that had led up to this point. How he's just been going through the motions, trying to feel his way through it all. He was crawling while everyone else had broken out in a full sprint, and he was relying on the confidence of the person he woke up in the same room with. The same person who turned out to be the murderer. Regardless of this information, if Butters wasn't already broken, he has been shattered. He would sit down on the ground behind his podium that he had been emptily standing behind this entire time, placing his back against it, turning away from it all for the time being. There's no way he could watch someone else die. In order to drown everything out, he'd raise his hands up and plug his ears with his fingers. Humming something to himself just to block out everyone else's outrage. Why does he have to partake in this? If all these people are watching, maybe his dad did put him here, or maybe Eric sold him out or something.

"Lu lu lu, I-I've got some apples," he'd shakily sing to himself, just loud enough to where it wasn't overpowering everyone else shouting, but that he couldn't hear anything else, "lu lu lu, you've... got some too.. Lu lu lu, lets just ignore it, p-plug your ears, and lu... lu lu."

Even though he was fully aware that he couldn't ignore it. He knew that the longer he put this off, the harder it was going to come back and bite him. If his friends back home taught him absolutely anything, it was that. However, for now, while everyone's freaking out and asking 'why'... He does what makes him feel safe. Besides, it's over. There's no need to stress over this particular thing anymore. The most he can do at this point, is just try not to lose it himself. He'd repeat that thought in his head as he'd lean his head back and rest it against the podium, just waiting for it to be over. Hear no evil. See no evil. Hear no evil. See no evil.

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Zenterfold + everyone at trial​

 

[Funnier President]

Frank Zhang

Frank felt just wonderful, what with his dad screaming bloody murder inside of his head

When he had seen Trixies body after getting Sunset and Butters down, but Mars and Ares had started their little-mini war inside of his head. This time however, it was a lot worse. He immodestly turned into a bulldog, to some confusion from the others, but it didn’t help much.

And when the trial began…. Gods, it was the worst. Mara and Ares kept screaming and using godly nukes as they “debated” over who Frank should kill. The only person they could agree to kill first however, was the priest. Frank didn’t do anything to help, just stayed as a dog while everyone argued for their lives.

And when it was revealed that they were in a place bigger than the Colluseum? Frank wanted to jump of his pedestal even more. He was losing track of where the crowds roars began and his dad voice ended.

When people started to mention fire though…. That started to let him focus. They were still dealing with this trial, after all. He could actually understand what people were saying for once.

Still, he couldn’t help. He was kind of stuck in animal form.
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"Did you make the right choice? Or the dreadfully wrong one?"

As per the majority, Menma's face appeared on screen. Over top her face appeared just one word:

GUILTY

They had guessed correctly. The crowd went wild all over again. Some people were practically laughing with glee.

He felt sick down to his stomach. Ares laughed with glee while Mars stayed weirdly silent. He… he didn’t know what to feel. Another nuke exploded in his dog-brain, but Frank felt it. These people… how sick were they? To watch something like this, and laugh? He though monsters were bad.

These people were worse.

What could he do, though? Mars and Ares resumed there death match inside of head, and Frank wanted to be the dead one.

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