Welcome To Our Mansion. [Horror RP!]

[ethre]

Koizumi Mahiru

"I-is that so.." Koizumi looked deep in thought, wondering if what Sendo was saying was truth. She felt a sense of recognition within his words, but what he was saying went against nearly everything she knew. Why would she and him sit down for cake, and why would Suzuya get along with Komaeda as well? If she weren't as sharp as she was, she would have thought that how the other was wording all this would sound like he actually held romantic feelings for her. But if he was telling the truth, where could all of the burns on her body have come from? They couldn't have just appeared out of nowhere - he probably can't explain that, right?

However, when the man mentioned his wound on his arm, she felt a pang of concern for the other and almost reached out to rewrap the bandages on his arm, but knew it was wrong to do so and avoided looking at the injury. Her morals were to help as many people as she can, but still, she knew that this was still a bad person. She's grown noticeably less hostile as she pieced her memories together, loosening her grip on the firearm in her hand. But even some bad people don't deserve to be killed for their mistakes. If she helped him, it's just out of pity, not because she was fond of the other, so it's okay to help, right? Would Charles be angry at her.. and what about Suzuya? Is he okay? She did want to go find and help him, but she was more concerned with the matter at hand.

"W-well, do you have proof? Where did all of these burns come from? And if you are being honest, why would a killer like you ever want to do with me, anyways?"

 

[Lolipup]

.: Charles :.

It didn't take long before Charles wordlessly left Jasper and Z alone in the study, closing the door behind him as he left the security of the only room arranged with so many documents and importunities written within the paper of hardcovers that sat upon shelves speckled with a thin layer of dust.

The old and possibly senile man grinned to himself as he slowly roamed out into the open hallways with no hesitation in his wake, lugging along the scythe he uncovered not long ago from one of the many hiding places In his mansion, paying no mind as the blade was dragging along the floor and tearing away his expensive carpets, after all, Charles had a fairly good idea that he wouldn't be winning this game, call it karma, but his wicked deeds were slowly creeping up on him.

"What have I resigned myself to? Cattle..? I've come this far, I have no regrets." Charles muttered to himself to try to calm his nerves, feeling the anxiety that dawned on his every second since the investigators had come to mess things up, the game had token a turn for the worst, but Charles knew he would want to see the game through to it's very end, Jasper and Z could stay behind if they wished, but Charles would show courtesy as the host, Charles would give them all a show they would never forget

Stretching out his tired limbs and placing a hand upon his wrinkled face, his grin only widening as he allowed the very same hand to slither down his features as he could feel every ounce of his being trembling with anticipation, he wanted this game's finale more than anything else, and now it was finally time for curtains to close.

"If anything they mattered not, if anything the ending I've desired will take all in it's tow.. if everything is screwed and twisted, I will consume fear itself and live my last moments to their fullest!" Charles shrieked out, cackling as a banshee in the night as his insane ramblings and distorted laughter echoing throughout the very walls of the mansion, his manic laughter only raised to such a pitch that rattled his very core.

However Charles feared not for whom might hear him, the old man was ready for this, ready for this ending more than anything else he had ever prepared for in his entire life.

.: Shinohara :.

Shinohara had to trudge himself inside of the mansion, his mental exhaustion weighing down heavy on his mind and causing his steps to be heavy and uncomfortable, thoughts of Suzuya's lifeless body clear enough to raise the vomit from the back of his throat that dared to come out, nausea was bound to be setting in but he wouldn't allow himself to throw up.

Even trudging it wasn't until he was finally inside that the man heard a very familiar voice accompanied by soft footfall racing in his general direction.

"Saionji? What are you doing here?.. " He questioned, sounding concerned and tired as to why the girl was here, and not with the rest of the group where Sendo had last told him they were stationed, however it mattered not when he registered Saionji's words, and brought his eyes to the lights outside, his iris dilating as he took in the bright lights and his body shook as the man gazed upon his entire squad setting up outside.

In shock as he stared hard out towards the armored cars and men that loaded their guns, Shinohara strained his eyes to keep them open even against the lights that bore into his being as he could hear the faint memory of his son within the crowd outside, recalling something Suzuya had admitted to him only a month ago.

"If you ever died, I would be sad.."

This realization struck the man so brutally, his death would make Suzuya sad, but not only that, his men.. they cared enough to show up, they were here to help him, and he couldn't let them down, not them, Saionji, or Suzuya juuzou.

Shinohara didn't even try to surpass the tears rolling down his eyelids and streaming from his cheeks, reaching up to wipe them away with his sleeve, Shinohara turned around, placed his hand upon Saionji's shoulder, and smiled sorrowfully as he came to his final decision.

"Saionji... do me a favour, be safe, go outside and meet with them, they'll protect you.. they... they're good guys, all from my squad, they'll keep you safe." he whispered as a father to Saionji, not a close friend, not her superior, but as her own father.

Taking out his walkie talkie, he finally found the strength to report back to Sendo and the others as well, keeping his hand still protectively on Saionji's shoulder, the man used his other hand to raise the walkie talkie to his ear, pressing down the button firmly.

"Let's end this, I apologize for my earlier behavior.. I'm coming down the hallway, it seems... hah, it seems my entire squad is outside.. the tables have turned and there is nothing Charles or any of the killers within this mansion can do, they're cornered, we finally have them."

Shinohara stopped speaking briefly, shuddering as his breath hitched, Shinohara tried to clear his thoughts before he continued.
"....They've taken enough from us, the suffering, it has to end now.. just be careful, cornered animals tend to bare their fangs more viciously." He warned.

​

 

[KittyKittyBoo]

I perked up at the sound of Shinohara's voice through Evan's walkie takie. "Hey, mister Shinohara, what would you classify me as? A killer or a victim? I have only killed one person in this mansion, but I did save Philip and Alice Bell's body from burning." I spoke into the device, licking Evan's blood from my fingers as I picked up his gun. "And I do believe that 'cornered animals' don't always fight back. Many of them go rather...submissively..." I started to giggle as I stared at Evan. "He never put up a fight. Not a single ounce of resistance! Quite peaceful, really..."

 

[BlueWolf101]

.:Z:.

Z watched Charles leave before she turned to Jasper. Should she apologize for trying to make him appear weaker? She didn't intend to throw him under the bus, in fact, she assumed that would make the officers doubt him and he would easily have beaten them... but then he fell apart, and everything she had made up became the truth. It just didn't make any sense that she would say all of that about him and have it be true. He was stronger than that, better than that... right?
Her bear was squeezed within her arms as thoughts flooded through her clouded mind. She was desperate to tell him something, though she wasn't sure what. It was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't make out the words.

Shrugging it off, she turned to set her bear down, reaching for the coffee pot in order to rejuvenate herself. Once she put it to heat up, she sighed, looking over at the sleepy male until the exciting sound of the coffee finishing went off.

.:Kenai:.

Kenai felt bad since he had slipped away once Sendo had left, but it seemed Teela and Evan were hitting it off fine anyway. He dragged himself through the halls, scribbling weak notes about the crime scene in his notebook for future reference. That is, if he made it that long. Page after page was filled with scratches of unreadable words written by a man who could only make use of one of his hands.​

 

[Myst]

The sound of the coffee machine going off as well as the feeling of being watched was enough to wake him up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and sat himself up. Looking around the room, he asked, without thinking, "Where's Charles? Did he leave us?" Jasper was still very tired and sore, but he figured that since the games are so close to ending, he might as well get up. Maybe, some coffee will help.

 

[ethre]

Saionji Hiyoko

The little girl looked rather confused at Mr. Shinohara's words. What was happening? Why was there a SWAT team outside? Is something serious happening? Are they here for the maid? They probably are, she's a cracknut. Saionji shook her head and focused her attention on the taller man. "What am I doing here? The maid was being an as*hole! You need to go and punish her, she's-"

But the petite girl just now noticed - she could hardly see his face from how tall he was; she'd probably have to back away to look at him properly. He's practically an entire foot taller than her, but she could tell that even though she couldn't see his face, she could tell that he was crying. He seemed to brush it off, and then went on about his squad being outside and "cornering" the killers. He also said stuff about fangs and animals, but she had no idea where that came from. What was more important was that he was crying. Why was he crying, did she do something? Of course not, she never did anything wrong! It must've been someone else then.. "I don't know what you're talking about, but why are you crying? Did someone do something to you? I won't go outside unless you tell me," the girl pouted, planting her sandals firmly in place. "Was it the maid? I bet it was the maid, let me at her!"

(( IT'S SUZUYA'S BIRTHDAY- O: //party poppers explode in the background ))

 

[Taka]

((I'm sorry for not posting in a while guys, but I've been a little busy recently--gonna try and post later today or tomorrow!))

 

[BlueWolf101]

.:Z:.

The female remained silent, her icy gaze almost frozen on the male as she thought of what she could say, how she could say it. It pained her that she knew that even if she tried to tell him how she felt, the words would not come out, they would be silent, and in fact, she'd probably say something to make him angry with her again. She lifted a trembling hand up to her lips as if she were going to ponder the words in her throat, but upon realizing that she was shaking, she pulled her fingers back tightly within her other hand's grip.
"Yes, we should probably catch up in a bit to see the finale."
Her voice was strained, and she became frustrated. That wasn't what she planned on saying, but she knew that had to be all Jasper sought from her. Now he'd probably take his leave and forget she existed.
Her hands tightened angrily before she turned to pour herself a cup of black coffee. She refused to face Jasper, and could barely manage a blank face as she stared into her drink.​

 

[Taka]

Sendo Senkusha ~

"Proof..." Sendo repeated the word as Koizumi demanded it from him, but he wasn't so sure he had any. Adjusting his hat, he looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought. That's when a crazy idea popped into his mind, a chance to revive the photographer's buried memories. "The surveillance room, the torture should be recorded there!" he said, glancing back over at Mahiru. "I don't want to go back to that room, nor would I ever wish to view that footage again, but if it will bring back your memory, I'll do it." Sendo stood up and offered the girl a hand to help her to her feet.

"If what you see there does not prove that I am not the one who tortured you, I'll answer your question; I'll tell you why a killer like myself would want to have anything to do with you." he said confidently. Though inside, the fear remained that Koizumi might reject him despite the evidence that he had not ever harmed her.

 

[ethre]

Koizumi Mahiru

After a short pause, the redhead spoke from her spot on the floor. "...Fine, fine - but if I find even one tiny piece of evidence that contradicts your statement, I won't hesitate to kill you - got it?" Koizumi asked the other with a stern look, swatting Sendo's hand away when offered to her. She got up and brushed her skirt off looking down at Yuki one final time. The photographer persisted in gripping the firearm stubbornly in her right hand, allowing the other to lead the way. She knew this mansion well, after all; if he decided to take her somewhere else, then she could kill him on the spot.

To be honest, a small part of her was relieved that she didn't have to shoot him then and there and be done with it. It wasn't that she pitied him, or liked him "again" - she still hated him and wouldn't believe his strange story without concrete proof. It's just that she knew she wasn't nearly strong enough to injure someone else, even if it was the person she hated most. Holding the gun in her hand was agonizing - it felt.. wrong just holding it. Mahiru wasn't someone strong. She wasn't strong like Suzuya. She was a dog with all bark and no bite, saying that she wanted to kill Sendo. She did, she did - but she just couldn't will herself to: it went against all of the good morals lingering in her mind. Even if Charles asked her to kill someone, she still wouldn't be able to do it. She'd hesitate. She couldn't help but feel it was ill-judged to take another's life for any reason. She'd tried to change after that fearsome day - to be able to fight back against Sendo for hurting and degrading her that way by attempting to kill him with the very weapon she held in her hand. But in the end, she hadn't changed at all; her kind personality stayed and she couldn't kill him. What if he really was lying, and she couldn't do anything?

But for some reason, she felt she had to believe him just this once.

 

[Myst]

His gaze softened when he noticed how cold she seemed. Trying to lighten the mood, he asked, "So, uh, can I have a cup of coffee before we go? I think we'll have time for a chat, as well. I still need to talk to you about some things, as I mentioned earlier." He scratched the back of his head. "That's okay with you, right?" Jasper lightly smiled at the other, waiting for her response. Hopefully, she'll react in a positive manner. There was too much tension in the room right now.

 

[BlueWolf101]

.:Z:.

The female turned her head slightly as if to hear him better before nodding stiffly. She offered the male her cup and poured a second one for herself before she inhaled and turned to face him. Her eyes were narrowed slightly and she pursed her lips before weakly speaking up.
"Yes. That's alright, I think I'm a pretty okay listener."
She had intended to seem more playful, but it was as if her energy were drained completely from her body. She never felt this way before, her stomach twisted into knots and flipping around. It made her jittery, and that was strange to Z because she was pretty much cheerful always, so this new emotion bewildered her. Before she could stop herself, she mumbled,
"I have something I'd like to talk to you about as well."​

 

[KittyKittyBoo]

Getting up, I placed Evan's gun in my hostler, still coated in his blood. Walking out into the hallways, I stared at the wall across from me. "What should I do now? Kill another? That was actually very fun..." I giggled, sliding my hand across the wall, spearing blood all over it. "Shinohara is busy, I think... I wonder where Suzuya went... He would be fun to cut up! Oh, but Sendo might be easiest... He is already wounded..."

 

[Taka]

Sendo Senkusha ~

A relieved smile spread across Sendo's face when Koizumi accepted his proposition, but it quickly faded at the moment she slapped his hand away and stood up on her own. Though he had to admit, it wasn't too surprising. "Alright." he replied, unable to fight the habit of adjusting his hat again. Sendo considered himself lucky; for she was giving him a chance to prove himself for once rather than brushing him off and making empty death threats, but he was quite nervous because any slip-up could change the girl's mind--he would have to tread carefully as always.

"Well, follow me." he said after standing in silence for a few seconds to mourn the loss of Yuki. Nothing could be done about it now, and as much as he wanted to move her body somewhere safer, getting Koizumi's memory back was more important. As he led the way, he chose his paths carefully to be sure they wouldn't run into anyone inside the rooms he knew of.

"This is it," he started when they arrived, "I'll find the footage." Sendo entered first, looking at the dark screens of the monitors. Clearly the room hadn't been in use since he and the investigators had been inside earlier. It seemed that the boy who appeared on the computer screen had forcefully shut down the surveillance, but the recordings would still be safe and able to be viewed on another device, perhaps. Sendo slipped a small memory card out of the main system and looked around the room--surely there was a laptop of some sort in here, they seemed to have everything in this room. Just as he thought, there was a closed portable PC on top of a desk in the corner. He hastily made his way over and slipped the memory card inside, switching the device on.

He wasn't too knowledgable on computers but Sendo new his way around it enough to get to the footage and find the point at which Koizumi's torture began, though he was hesitant to play the footage. After a few seconds of fighting the urge to close the laptop or look away, he tapped the play button when he was sure Mahiru was paying attention, heart sinking as he witnessed the devastating footage once again.

 

[Myst]

Jasper accepted the cup of coffee with a smile on his face. It's been so long since he's had a break from everything. This was kind of nice and peaceful. However, he needed to refocus on what he wanted to talk about. "So, uh, where do I start?" He shakily took a sip of the warm drink, loving the way it made him feel. "Well, I hate to sound rude, when I have no need to, but I don't appreciate the way you so easily gave up my information to the investigators. I understand you thought you were helping but it was doing more harm, then help."

He paused and stood up, placing his empty cup on the table. "I want to help you now, though. Since Charles likes me still, I can make sure he doesn't fire you, as long as I make sure you follow the rules and all." He made his way over to her, while his leg limped a little. Once he was standing directly behind her, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "That's okay with you, right?" They were standing so close that one could mistake them for a couple who were about to kiss but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. All that mattered was that they could work together and do things the right way. The way he had been taught to do them.

 

[BlueWolf101]

.:Z:.

Z chewed on her lower lip, thinking over what he had said. His closeness was unwelcome, right? Z should have felt uncomfortable, but there was something warm about having this man near her. It was soothing to feel his body radiating warmth nearby. Z had never felt this closeness with anybody else, and she knew he was acting this way to keep her on his team... maybe she was wrong. His voice was soft and he was kind towards her, a side she hadn't seen from him before. Moving before thinking, she turned, her voice unstable as she spoke,
"Jasper, I-"
Without being able to finish her sentence, she kissed him. It was as if all self-control was lost in that moment, and she even shocked herself, causing her to quickly turn her head away and blush furiously in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I know we're not supposed to, but..."​

 

[Myst]

Jasper responded by kissing her back just as intensely as she had kissed him. And when she broke it off, he was breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath again. Could he love her? No. Charles had said that love was a delusion, which is why he asked the boy to kill off his lovely wife for him. Then why did he feel so comfortable kissing her just now? Why did it feel so right yet so wrong? He just needs to focus on the task at hand. If Charles were to find out, he'd be severely punished for this and he didn't know if he'd be able to survive yet another day without the old man... For the first time, it made him feel a bit sick to know how dependent he was. I'm supposed to be more sophisticated than this. What has gotten into me?

He turned his head away, as well, and replied, "It was just a lapse in judgement, right? No hard feelings." He forced a laugh but it was obvious he was just doing it to reduce the tension in the room. He couldn't help himself from turning to face those same lips once again. Stop it, Jasper. What were you going to do again? He scratched the back of his head and walked over to the pot of coffee. He said, to no one in particular, "I think I'll make some more coffee. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing, at the moment. Charles hasn't said anything about the finale yet. So, do you want some?"

 

[ethre]

Koizumi Mahiru

When the girl arrived in the room, she began getting second thoughts. Was Sendo going to do something unsightly to her? She could kill him.. but she knew well she couldn't do that, so she just hoped for the best for now and stood near the door. Koizumi wasn't too sure why she had a feeling she should trust him though - had he meant what he said?

Before the photographer could ponder more on the subject, she was interrupted in her thoughts by the other when he started up the footage. To tell the truth, she didn't look forward to watching it again - to see herself reliving that torture.. did she really want to see this? No, she had to - if she did, she could rub it in her torturer's face that it was in fact him who hurt her and scarred her. So, the redhead worked up all of her strength and willpower to stand behind the man to watch the video, which she immediately regretted.

There it was, the room she was tortured in. The gray, sullen room stained with blood decorated with various parts here and there with a large selection of weapons to use to torture someone to death in thousands of ways.. she remembered that she barely made it out alive with the aide of Charles, he'd saved her and Suzuya here. The girl could hear Suzuya's screams and cries accompanied with sounds of tearing and rats and the jangle of a cage. She wanted to cover her ears to stop the terror, to somehow stop herself from seeing this and hearing this again. The very true fact of not being able to save Suzuya during this time became apparent to her once more, leading to her legs shaking and clenching her fists. That was not all, however - she knew well that it was her turn next. It was strange, though.. Komaeda.. wasn't he supposed to be there, torturing Suzuya? Perhaps he wanted to leave him to suffer, to let him rot away alone. She was thinking about why he would ever want to do that, Suzuya seemed very firm that Komaeda was there torturing him and laughing in his face until she heard her own cries of anguish.

Her eyes widened, not even bearing to look at the video anymore - anything, anything but the video suddenly reliving and feeling all the scars left on her from this torture, the burns, the marks, not being able to even swallow properly due to the hot liquid leaking down her throat.. so, she let out loud screams to stop the video, to stop her from having to watch it again, to watch the most terrifying event in her life, hoping, just hoping that the other was merciful to stop this torture brought upon her again through a video, shouting out words of denial and pleas to make it stop. The girl clenched her head now as if it were a lifeline, endless tears leaving her eyes. What had she done to deserve this? She'd never done anything wrong before, she just followed in her mother's footsteps and helped all the people she could and greeted the world with a smile. She just wanted to be useful to someone and savor the present with people around her. Was that so much to ask for? To be able to live a peaceful life.. What was she even doing? She was showing weakness in front of the person who tortured her, she wasn't supposed to, she was supposed to be strong and show him a death ten times worse than her torture. She now knew well that he deserved it, now that she relived it again -- until she heard an all too familar voice.

Whose voice was it? It wasn't Sendo's. It wasn't her own, it wasn't someone who walked in, she was sure. It came from the video. A scary voice, a firm and dominating one yet had a very eerie hint to it that would intimidate even the strongest people into submission.. she recognized it well. It was Charles' voice, saying what he said to her Sendo had said. Mahiru willed herself to look at the video slowly with a red face to confirm her thoughts, the salty liquid leaking from her eyes halting in its movements down her face. It was true - Sendo was right. There he was, looming over her in the video dripping the boiling water onto her body and even grinning as he did it. So, he.. he'd lied. He'd lied to her and Suzuya and used them as playthings. He used them as playthings for his own entertainment. He'd.. ought to die a thousand, no.. a million times from the worst possible ways and ought to be thrown into the pits of h*ll to die. The girl, with clenched teeth, took a hand off her head and, without hesitation, slammed her fist into the laptop screen leaving a large crack and bleeding fingers, successfully turning the screen black. She had done everything he said, she'd practically worshipped him from "saving" her. Was this what he truly did? That sneaky little.. he has to die..

Then, with a blank stare, the girl faced the other. The redhead had fully broken down now. "So.. you were right," Koizumi finally said, narrowing her eyes slightly. "I believe you. Thank you for showing me this.. it was a big help." The girl stood firmly, her entire body shaking and consumed with anger and a growing lust for vengeance. "I.. I should go." Wobbling, the girl walked out of the room in a very unstable state, perhaps even if she was spoken to she could break.

 

[BlueWolf101]

.:Z:.

The female relaxed slightly when she noticed he was just as awkward as she was. All her thoughts became clouded and in that moment, all she could think about was the male that stood before her. No hard feelings... Z smiled sheepishly and looked down towards the floor.
"Yes, coffee sounds okay."
The female would then hurry over to Jasper, hugging him gently from behind before resting her head on his shoulder to murmur.
"Thank you. For everything. I almost... withdrew... from this game. I didn't find it fun anymore, and I didn't want to be arrested. It's silly, I know, but you gave me the strength to keep playing."​

 

[Myst]

"That's good." He commented, "Coffee always helps me think, when I'm tired." A small smile slipped on his face when she had hugged him from behind. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's always been a bit lonely around here, even with all these books to keep me company. All I've been doing is helping Charles with his games, looking for that concept that other people called 'fun'. I thought fun was in the murder. It was, mostly. I don't know why but when the investigators got involved, it wasn't so much fun anymore. It was more of a torture, really. Or maybe I just have a different definition of fun than they do? Who knows?" With his confession, he had started to visibly shake, just a little bit.

He added quietly, "Besides, I don't know how I'd react if you died... I had to make the trade happen. To stop the killing momentarily. It may sound childish of me to admit but I really hate losing. I hate it so much even though I rarely lose. I just never want it to happen again. I want to be on the winning side, on Charles's side. He always wins- I mean, he always used to... with the way things are heading now, I'm afraid he may lose."

The coffee pot went off with a click and he scratched the back of his head. "Oh, I apologize. I think I'm starting to ramble. It happens, sometimes..." He poured both of them a cup of coffee and handed one to her, while taking a sip of his own. The coffee helped his shaking cease and the pain in his bones almost seemed to melt away with every sip. Coffee really was magical.