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[strangerpeople]

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[Finally, as time runs out, an alarm blares, and the dot matrix screens on the podiums of the suspects flash. Soon, the two suspects with the most votes flash red three times.]


[After the third flash, a black X forms on the matrix screens of the true culprits. Somehow, the black Xes seems to subsume even the black of the screen itself, as if desiring to stain the culprits themselves with their crime.]


Congratulations, Strangers, on levying a vote that’s not only unanimous, but entirely correct!

Given your apparent confusion, we’ll explain what happened that night.

Kazuaki Nanaki set out that night with a gun, determined to kill. We'll preserve the same privacy he enjoyed in life, about why.

When Akira Kurusu saw him coming, he defended himself with the taser as well as the knife.

Our leader's observation has left us with no doubt that Akira Kurusu didn't intend to kill, and you can see the stab wound wasn't at all deep!

But he still sustained fatal wounds from the taser, and with the damage from the electrocution to his heart, Kazuaki Nanaki only walked as far as his house.

[In unison.]

Now sit back, relax, and soon enough you’ll get to enjoy the execution!

Comments

[comesaround]

[ That whole display was a bit much for anyone but for Karma? That wickedly sized Taboo Noise and the inhuman screech that sounded had been nearly deafening. Everything happened so fast and was kind of overwhelming.

Out of the corner of his eye he registered Kurama going over to where Akira's body had been and something in Karma's chest tightens painfully and he only watches for a second or two before walking over. This was incredibly hard on him even if he wasn't showing it all that much. It's all in the way his expression seems a bit too calm or how his movements seem tense and restrained. ]

Kurama. We... Have to go.

[ His voice is quiet, hurt underlying within it but also holding a similar pain that Kurama can relate to.

Soon even kneeling so he could touch the other redheads' shoulder, trying not to look where Akira's body had been. ]

Staying here isn't going to do any good.

[byanyother_name]

It wasn't supposed to be him...

[Kurama takes a shaky, forced breath just to speak. His hand finds Karma's and grips tightly. Even as he slowly gets to his feet, every breath is a conscious effort.

What right does he have to this fakery of life when Akira is dead?]

[comesaround]

...Damn right it wasn't. It should have been...

[ For half a second Karma had to catch himself, almost saying 'me' but instead bit his tongue as to not say anything stupid. He remembered what their hosts had said not too long before, about how Akira Kurusu didn't intend to kill and how it meant that in the end, Akira had kept his promise he'd made to him.

Arthur's words still stuck with him too. Regret, Guilt and Relief. The guy had experienced - from what he could tell - Akira's last few moments alive and it was as if he had been gutted with a knife just recalling it now. The adrenaline from the trial was over and he just felt... lost. There was noone he could take out his anger on, for having killed his best friend.

He instead focuses on Kurama's hand that grasped his own tightly, instinctively doing the same and rising to his feet easily. ]

Never mind. Let's... just go. It's not going to be easy but... we have to get through this now that it's just us left.

[ Well there's the others here in the game with them but as far as those who came from the Mall? It really is just them now and the longer he thinks on this, the worse he feels. ]