oddsandends | 97th ♫ | i'm not lonely at all! i'm not lonely at all, although. . .

97th ♫ | i'm not lonely at all! i'm not lonely at all, although. . .

The Murder Game Meme

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Settings

1. High School

2. Tropical Island

3. Prison

4. Mall

5. City

6. Cruise Boat

7. Space Station

8. Wildcard!

Downtime

1. Excuse Me, Who Are You?

2. Social Link Go!

without

3. Vending Machine Woes

bizarre items

4. The Corners of My Mind

4. Wildcard!

PUTTING THE MURDER IN MURDER GAME

1. Motive

2. Murder

3. Body Discovery

4. Trial

5. Afterparty

6. Mastermind

7. Freedom

8. Wildcard

OPTIONAL FUN

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Name: LΛmbda | Champion Love Freak | Cute Cupid
Age: Yes | Species: Virtuadoll | Occupation: Virtuadoll
Likes: Music, flowers, chocolate, romance, humans
Dislikes: Being left alone
Traits: Loyal, lighthearted, lovey-dovey.
Trivia: Lambda's favourite genre of music is electro pop.

[ I AM A NORMAL AI. COME CLOSER. Image ref here and I don't have an impressions post yet but she is functionally in her late teens/early 20s for whatever it matters cos she's a singing robot

Lambda is an AI that has?? presumably?? been yeeted into a physical body for murdergame purposes. She's peppy and cheerful and cute and sweet and all that good stuff. She likes gossip and romance and singing. She's curious and inquisitive and despite having the energy of someone with no brain, she's viscously clever. She's also completely fucking unhinged!!! She loves humans, but she also has a very limited understanding of human morality, social norms and values which means she can be shockingly callous and cruel to the humans around her with basically zero malice intended. She's kind of innocent only in the sense that since she doesn't really understand what she's doing, you can't exactly call her bad. She just wants to make people happy!! She just has a terrible way of going about it!!!! ]

Name: Ryoko Shinonome | Champion Pilot | Mechamancer
Age: 16 | Species: Human | Occupation: High School Student, █████
Likes: Mr. Ida, ███████████, and not much else
Dislikes: 426, the nurse's office, headaches
Traits: Crabby, clever, tenacious
Trivia: Ryoko is the pilot of ████████ ███, a giant robot created to fight kaiju.

[ i refuse to summarize ryoko as a character again if u have been on my TL for five minutes u know who she is ]

Name: Kingprotea | Champion of Yearning | Puffy Fluffy Kaiju
Age: ??? | Species: Artificial Intelligence | Occupation: Alter Ego
Likes: Warm and fluffy things, touch, delicious food
Dislikes: Things that are bigger than her, loneliness
Traits: Devoted, fluffy and puffy, Weak to Enuma Elish
Trivia: Kingprotea is the fluffiest Servant registered in Chaldea's database.

[ Kingprotea starts off as a tiny fourteen year old girl who seems terrified of... pretty much everyone in the game, on account of the fact that pretty much everyone is going to be taller than her and she doesn't like that!!! Once she manages to calm down, KP then proceeds to glom onto everyone who is kind to her, openly and shamelessly asking for positive attention and affection and basically just being Baby. This would all be very wholesome if not for the fact that she's quick to get possessive of the people she gets attached to, is frantically afraid of being left behind or abandoned and will have to be physically restrained to keep her from attacking culprits once they're identified if they've injured anyone she's attached to. And it's kind of terrifyingly hard to restrain her, despite her size??? That's Monstrous Strength EX, babey!

In any situation where the cap on her powers is lifted (such as deadland or just a power-on motive), KP regains her original size of thirty fucking meters high!!!!! and... proceeds to act no different than she had before. She's like a giant excitable puppy. T–try not to get squished... ]

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Name: Doctor Bertram van Whitlock | Champion Medical Examiner (Restored)
Age: 47 (Appears 24) | Species: Dhampire | Occupation: Doctor, Cleric of the Raven Queen, Member of the Guild of Supernatural Investigations
Likes: Professionalism, bad jokes, undercooked meat, his fellow agents
Dislikes: Needless death, incompetence, undead, himself
Traits: Reliable, Guilt-ridden, Intelligent, Awkward
Trivia: Dr. Whilock has a fullproof anti aging secret! Ask him how!

[Doc is a kind, if a little distant, man that is shockingly skilled at dealing with corpses in the medical sense considering he's from a high fantasy setting. He's a bit awkward socially, but in general, is a good man.

He sure doesn't like talking about the weirdness in his profile though, but won't lie outright, just saying it's uncomfortable.

... cw for any murder prompts, as they are apt to have(highlight): cannabilism, blood drinking and extreme gore</white]

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Name: Briar | Champion Apprentice (The Protagonist)
Age: 15 | Species: Human? | Occupation: Apprentice Imaginieer
Likes: The smell of fresh ink, Camellia, sunrise
Dislikes: Dust, nonfiction books
Traits: Creative, curious, capable
Trivia: Briar has never once uncorked a bottle of ink without spilling at least some of it.

[ They're a few weeks and two cases deep into the game at this point and Briar has... not gotten used to things exactly, but she's made herself accept that they're probably going to keep happening, if only to save herself a little heartache every Friday. It probably won't work, but she knows she won't survive this if she gets her hopes up every week only to have them shattered.

If she were a better writer or she'd learned more from Camellia, then she's sure there's more she could do to write them out of this. Even if she could only manage a bittersweet ending, she's certain it would be better than being stuck here. But all her efforts have come to nothing, no matter how hard she tries.

But... she can't just do nothing.

So. Bright and early on a Monday morning, Briar seeks out Whitlock and approaches him with an expression somewhere between determined and a little terrified. ]

Um... Doctor Whitlock...? I have something to ask you.

Name: Shannon | Champion Servant | Eternal Maid
Age: 16 | Species: Furniture | Occupation: Maid
Likes: Serving the Ushiromiya Family, George, mystery novels
Dislikes: N/A
Traits: Cheerful, determined, insightful
Trivia: "Shannon" is just a pseudonym she uses at work.

[Spamton G. Spamton, Champion Salesman, is dead. Granted, on its own that isn't a particularly great loss. As amusing as the little puppet could be, he wasn't exactly near and dear to many peoples' hearts. But he isn't the only victim. Nui Harime, Champion Couturier, and Cú Chulainn, Champion Lancer, are also dead... probably. It's a rather messy situation.

The night before, Battler Ushiromiya, Champion Detective, had gotten locked out of his room as a punishment from the mastermind, apparently as a consequence of a particularly feisty argument with them. When he returned in the morning, he found it mysteriously locked—and what's more, that he was bereft of his ID. After a brief panic, everyone helped him batter down the door to find a gruesome scene.

Spamton was lying against the door, his strings—and what little neck he had—cut and his eyes dim, which was a far cleaner death than the other two victims received. The entire room was covered in gore. Cú Chulainn's corpse was cut into ribbons, the only intact part of his body being the head. Nui fared even worse. There was great debate in the trial whether the rest of the splattered flesh and blood was hers or if she was just hiding somewhere, but she was the only survivor left with that striking violet eye color, and the mangled but still recognizable eyeball that was the only complete organ of hers that was found testified to her death. Plus, nobody was missing, and they had no clue where the corpses of the deceased were to potentially pull a trick like that.

And, the piece de resistance: Battler's ID, the only key to the room, placed neatly on his desk, almost taunting the survivors with the apparent impossibility of the crime.

(She had to admit, as bitter as it was, that this was excellent craftsmanship. If she was still in the habit of spilling her blood as ink on a page, a part of her would be morbidly tempted to borrow this trick, perhaps tweak it a bit so that it wouldn't lean on fantastical elements.

She's disgusted with herself for even considering it.)

The debate has been going in circles for almost five minutes now, and currently the main argument is whether Spamton was a viable culprit. He was the only one in position to set up the locked room, but it was highly doubtful that he caused such carnage with his tiny, pathetic body, and even if he did his corpse wouldn't be as clean as it was.

So. Who done it?

...Shannon has been Ryoko's podium buddy ever since the second week, where the victim and the culprit left them an isolated island in the trial circle. There's a certain grim bond that comes with that kind of coincidence, and so Ryoko is familiar with Shannon's tells during a trial. Normally, Shannon has enough iron in her heart to give everyone emotional support, or occasionally an inspiring speech testifying to the character of a suspect or victim, but contributes little to the mystery-solving directly. However, parts of her diatribes occasionally stumbled on major clues, and Ryoko can remember at least one case when some random fact she said offhandedly led directly to the apprehension of the culprit.

But right now, Shannon is trembling, having barely said a word throughout the entire trial. It would be easy to assume that the trauma of witnessing such an awful crime scene is what's rendered her mute... yet Ryoko can see her hands white-knuckling as she grips the display in front of her, eyes in shadow.]

...at all, [Shannon mumbles, voice cracking like a dam finally giving up the ghost at holding back the flood.]

Edited 2021-11-26 21:25 (UTC)

[He knows he's nto the most... approachable man. His overly still manner and tendency to either refuse to meet gazes or stare too intently put people off. And his awkwardness often read as blunt or cold.

20 years dead would do that, he supposed.

So a flicker of concern crosses his face at her fear]

How may I help you, Miss Briar?

name: Chitoge Kirisaki | Champion Mafiosa · Dexterous
age: 17 | species: human | occupation: student
likes: tonkotsu ramen, red ribbons, fairy tales
dislikes: dark spaces, cooking, small talk
traits: athletic, boisterous, stubborn
trivia: Chitoge once trapped herself in a washing machine for over five hours.

[ bro what the fuck that's personal—

While she initially comes off as a stern, no-nonsense sort of girl, Chitoge is quick to flare up once the chips are down. She's observant, and tends to know her stuff, but she has trouble keeping it all straight once she starts seeing red. With the mouth of a sailor, and a mean right hook to boot, you don't want to cross her after her short fuse has been lit.

In spite of her temper, it's hard to miss Chitoge's soft side. Though she makes detailed notes about all of the other participants on whatever pen and paper she can find, the margins are filled with potential conversation starters; she's had a tough time making friends. She keeps an especially close eye on the smaller, squishier ones in their number, and tries her best to prod them out of harm's way.

Rough-and-tumble as she is, her heart's in the right place. She doesn't want to see anyone dead. ]

Name: Entrapta | Hair-Brained / Champion of Very Small Food (And Also Death Robots)
Age: 29 | Species: Princess | Occupation: Princess/Inventor
Likes: Discovery, friendship, robots, space
Dislikes: Narrow-minded thinking, the biological need for sleep, haircuts
Traits: Intelligent, enthusiastic, inquisitive
Trivia: Entrapta has been TO SPACE!!! Which for where she comes from is, like, a pretty big deal.

[ I HOPE YOU LIKE IC SURVEYS....... entrapta lives on this meme until i can figure out an excuse not to ask the mods fifty annoying questions every week. Anyway she is very invested in learning everything about this situation and everyone else in it (so that she can learn more about the situation). She's a little distractable, but when push comes to shove is very good in trials, too! More competent at the emotional side of things than you might think. Technically could adopt a child or get into a ship but it would be weird for everyone involved. Not bad weird! But like. Gestures at her (and, potentially, at Hordak, in the latter case). ]

Name: Nandor | Relentless/Champion of Al Quolanudar
Age: 758 | Occupation: council co-leader
Likes: crepe paper, milfs, virgin blood, his housemates?, his familiar??, the big bang theory (slot machine)
Dislikes: doing anything for himself, his authority being undermined, the profound loneliness of an eternal existence, the big bang (theory)
Traits: Fastidious, overbearing, ignorant.
Trivia: Nandor has over 200,000 descendants living today.

[ If you have even the faintest idea of what a vampire is, it could not possibly be more obvious that this guy is one. He's unnaturally pale and has no reflection, he dresses like a goth warlord from the middle ages, his accent is most succinctly described as "Dracula voice", and he never seems to leave his room during daylight hours or eat anything in public... and that's before you hear him talking in that Dracula voice long enough to realize that he is cartoonishly out of touch with the modern world. Garlic and silver repel him, and if a chapel ever shows up, he's going to fully extend his arms like Nosferatu and hiss in disgust at it. The only person unaware of how obvious his condition is is Nandor himself, who genuinely believes he's doing a great job of keeping a low profile and blending in with the mortals! Unless a trial brings it to the forefront, it'll take him like a solid three weeks to realize they've figured him out.

ANYWAY... outside of the fact that he definitely kills and eats people, and his combination callous/tsundere response to all the inevitable death, he's not that unpleasant a guy to be around! Nandor is dim and a bit annoying, for sure, and kind of a nag when it comes to any communal living stuff that isn't taken care of by the unseen hand of the mastermind, but he's also got a vested interest in keeping the group together and thinks he's the one guy capable of marshalling the troops! Even when he very obviously isn't! He instantly establishes himself as the Meeting Guy, even if all he does is get everyone in the same place to vamp for a few minutes and then pass the buck to someone who knows what they're doing, and he'll approach situations with at least the pretense of levelheadedness and compromise. He's got a certain brand of cleverness that makes itself known almost exclusively in combat, and occasionally he'll surprise everyone, including himself, with an unintentional insight at a trial, but in general what you see is what you get when it comes to Nandor, and he's actually exactly as easy to dupe as he looks. He's easily distracted and delighted by small, seemingly inconsequential things and takes well to arts and crafts, especially when glitter is involved. He also is absolutely not capable of taking care of himself, which becomes ever clearer as the weeks wear on and he looks less and less like an Ottoman dandy and more and more like a guy who can brush his hair competently and do literally nothing else. His failure to wash his antique clothes properly leads to a hullabaloo every clothing check, because there's always some goddamn blood on there, and if there are any alternative outfits provided (think the unknown seas tie dye shirts and cutoffs) he'll end up relying heavily on them. And none of this precludes him draining someone on a Thursday night and creating an absolutely disgusting and poorly-concealed crime scene! ]

[ On the other hand, this one makes exactly 0 effort to hide the whole vampire thing. She couldn't even if she wanted to, though, considering she can't poof her giant bat wings away.

What's this guy's deal, anyway? Does he seriously think he's fooling people into thinking he's like...not a vampire? He's the only other person that sleeps during the day. (Which, great for her, means she's stuck with him as the main person she has to socialize with at night when everyone else is sleeping. Even Sakuya needs to nap every now and then.) She's pretty sure he's the one who's been getting blood all over the kitchen, which she's mad about because people keep thinking it's her.

More to the point, Remilia hears the sound of something stupid happening in the laundry room after Sakuya heads to bed for the night, and peeks her head in. ]

I told you that you shouldn't put real fur trim in a washing machine.

[ Helpful! ]

Name: Joey Wheeler | Champion Bronze Medal | The Lucky
Age: 16 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student, Duelist, Sidekick
Likes: Duel Monsters, free food, his friends and family
Dislikes: Bullies and cheaters, ghosts, being useless, Seto Kaiba
Traits: Headstrong, supportive, instinctive
Trivia: Joey placed second in the prestigious Duelist Kingdom tournament despite playing zero official duels prior to entering.

[He absolutely tries to fistfight the mastermind day one and probably starts going stir-crazy before the end of the first week. He aggressively friends at anyone who's not an obvious asshole, but would probably be the prime suspect in case of the deaths of at least one or two other people in the game.]

[Is somehow both absolute garbage at the investigations and trials and also manages several times to hit on tiny, critical details or inconsistencies in evidence and testimony.]

[Once his deck drops he will do his level best to teach Duel Monsters to anyone that expresses any kind of interest, and we're so sorry about that.]

Name: Sir Vaska Lorre | Champion of Xelora | The Destined
Age: 27 | Species: Demihuman | Occupation: Adventurer
Likes: Music, recognition, purpose, thrilling heroics
Dislikes: Failing, betrayal, sewers, nobility
Traits: Dramatic, ambitious, ruthless
Trivia: Vaska is a self-trained swordsman.

[Not actually a solid-gold woman, but everything about her is kind of shiny; not helped by the highly polished armor and scimitar that eventually come out of the regain machine. As quickly as she latches onto those, it's the simple metal flute that comes out later that she'll outright demand back from whoever gets it.]

[If memory regains are involved, she starts off cheerful and enthusiastic, doing her best to keep everyone hopeful and determined, challenging the masterminds as much as possible, occasionally just yelling at the cameras if they don't actually show themselves. As time progresses she gets- more subdued, is the best word. She's still doing her best to keep everyone's spirits up, but people sharp enough might note that it can get a bit calculated, trying to tell people what they need to hear at the moment rather than the universal bolstering she attempted during the opening weeks. Maybe it's just all the death weighing on her?]

[One Sunday, at least a few weeks in, she does not come out of her room unless disturbed.]

[Competent enough at investigations and trials, especially at cat-herding. Always tries to find some kind of loophole to avoid the vote, always fails, gets progressively less vitriolic about it each time. Once her sword drops, she can be found in whatever open spaces are available blowing off steam with training drills, in increasing frequency as time passes.]

Name: Penny Polendina | Champion Cutting-Edge
Age: Yes | Species: Human-passing | Occupation: Huntress, Cadet
Likes: Helping people, fighting, exploring, Ruby
Dislikes: Magnets, scaring people, Grimm, fighting
Traits: Extroverted, loyal, curious
Trivia: Penny is the first artificial human capable of utilizing an Aura.

[Day one, Penny is curious and looking all over the game setting, and probably kind of awkwardly friending at everyone. She may or may not try fighting the host or mastermind? It mostly depends on whether or not whoever speaks to everyone face to face actually claims direct responsibility for the situation. As time wears on, she does what she can to keep everyone's spirits up with mixed success, and promises entirely too often to keep everyone safe.]

[That last part doesn't end well.]

[She's going to consider basically every murder a personal failing until someone does something about it, and it's going to be a whole lot of stress on top of the normal stress of a mutual killing game. Penny's very insistent about patrolling as time goes on, and its inevitable failure is obviously weighing on her.]

[During investigations, she's actually pretty good at spotting small details that might pass other people by, if not always at realizing their significance.]

Name: Vi | Ultimate Boxer | The Enforcer (Thinks with her fists, punches with her heart)
Age: 20| Species: Human | Occupation: Ex-prisoner
Likes: Cupcakes, family, fighting, Powder
Dislikes: Piltover elites, Silco, Jinx
Traits: Fierce, loyal, aggressive, gentle
Trivia: Vi's spent the last seven years in Stillwater Hold, and recently spent an extended time in solitary confinement.

[Now, here's a quiet young woman. Day one, you might be mistaken if you hear her speak at all; she more often spends time loitering in the background. Listening to conversations and poking around places she probably shouldn't. It's a habit. Hard to break.

But it's when the murders start that another side starts to peek out beneath the hood of her crimson jacket. By the time the trial's wrapped up, and everyone's filed out of the judgement chamber, the thin line that was Vi's lips - so stoic and pointed - have fallen into a frown. For the first time, as everyone sits around, preparing food or simply digesting the events of today, she's not looking over you, judging you.

No, she's looking at you.]

Hey. You eaten anything today?

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Name: Jinx | Ultimate Bad Luck | The Loose Cannon (World's deadliest fifteen-year-old)
Age: 15 | Species: Human | Occupation: Blowing things up
Likes: Gadgets and gizmos, explosives, family, Silco
Dislikes: Messing up
Traits: Quirky, hurt, spontaneous, violent, intelligent
Trivia: "Jinx" is not Jinx's real name.

[Alright, this girl isn't the most stable. That's clear from the get-go; her questions to the mastermind skewed off from the pack at an odd angle. Less about their unwillingness to kill and more... about the methods being supplied to them.

Needless to say, probably not the best first impression.

It doesn't really stop from there, either. Jinx is... odd. She carries herself through the weeks with a downright bouncy energy, which can quickly be swapped for quiet sulking at any given time.

At least she isn't private about her hobbies - namely, those small gizmos she's always tinkering with, made from scrap and whatever she could dismantle in the kitchens (it's fine, they'll get a new oven). She handles it all with a finesse bordering on gifted.

When investigations roll around, it's a different story. She bounces through them, seemingly more fascinated by the destruction than the evidence. Or even the bodies themselves. Not that she'll say that. She cares! Really!

Look, there's a bloody knife. Let's check out how it got lodged in the ceiling, huh?]

[ Nandor turns on the sound of an intrusion, eyes blazing, hair ragged, jean cutoffs fully in play. A dramatic line of blood cuts across his oversized t-shirt, which is sopping wet. If this were anyone else, and it weren't a Sunday night, there might be more cause for concern! But it's him, so you know he absolutely just accidentally bit one of those infirmary blood bags a little too hard and had some kind of Mr. Bean style incident at midnight, and now he's all pissy about it. ]

Ah.

[ When he registers Remilia's voice he relaxes a little -- no need for an extremely smart and believable human excuse -- and then frowns, because it's Remilia. Little know-it-all. Honestly, just because someone woke up with their familiar* in tow--

He huffs in disgust and cuts the thought off at the pass. It's been almost a month and there's been no sign of help. Obviously, now that Guillermo is a big bad vampire slayer, he thinks he has better things to do with his puny, finite life than rescue his master from this fucking death trap. Which is okay! Because Nandor doesn't need him to!! He's fine and he's having a great time without him!!!

He crosses his arms over his chest, his voice petulant. ]

Yes, well, I did not hear you proposing any alternatives to the automated washing-machine. And now my fucking [ fuc-king, you know how he says it ] cape is sodden and dripping dirty water everywhere! [ He uncrosses his arms so that he can wave demonstratively at the massive puddle by the washer, sounding personally wounded by this. There's a definite air implying that Remilia should care deeply about it too. ] It was one of my nicer capes, too!

*He's probably been corrected an untold amount of times about Sakuya's actual job description, and he has not retained a single one of those corrections

Edited (okay now I'm done editing good lord) 2021-11-28 17:54 (UTC)

[So hopefully KP recognizes the small, fluffy- cat? Fox? Thing. -that just popped out of the mall's gachapon machine, because Hubert, Champion of Useless Trivia, sure doesn't.]

[Or maybe he does and that's making things worse, but either way he's holding it up at face-level and eyeing it with deepest suspicion.]

I'm onto you, mascot-bait.

[ well if there's one thing we know entrapta likes, it's semi-accidentally becoming attached to strange men, so like.

Entrapta may not be the highest on like. Tact. in this murdergame? But she's at least aware that if this dude is a "vampire," he's not going to talk about it if she just asks straight up. But... she does have a Theory on how she can get some information about his world from him! And so, at some point, mid-week, Entrapta just sort of. Pops up out of nowhere, as she does, and: ]

Hello, Nandor? I have something to ask you, purely in the interest of furthering scientific inquiry.

[ Wh. Where is he even getting all of these incredibly specific t-shirts. Remilia squints at him and then sighs. ]

Clothes like that have to get dry-cleaned. This place doesn't have any dry-cleaning equipment. You'd have to--I don't know, spot clean it? Something like that.

[ Said with all the inflection of "yeah, grandpa, that was a fun story! now go back to bed."

Nandor is, what, 200 years older than her at most? This is worrying. She doesn't know many other vampires. Was he like this when he was younger, or is she going to get this bizarre and stupid the more she ages??? ]

You're going to have to clean it up, anyway. I don't want everyone else blaming me for your weird accidents, again.

Name: Scintilla Caminus | Champion of Hydaelyn, Super High School Level Traveler, The Sundered
Age: 20-something | Species: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te | Occupation: Several
Likes: Her friends, blacksmithing, combat
Dislikes: Garlemald, calamities, solitude
Traits: Stubborn, steadfast, sympathetic.
Trivia: She's not entirely sure if she's married to the king of the fae or not.
[infopost is in her journal but the tl;dr of it: very street smart, very book dumb. Quiet, but incredibly friendly if approached. Probably spends most of her time in places like a gym, a food court, or wherever someone might need or want some company.]

[...Some weird shit is likely to pop out of the vending machine for her.]

Edited 2021-11-29 05:04 (UTC)

Name: Lord El-Melloi II | Champion of Dumb Luck, Super High School Level Professor, The Survivor
Age: 29 | Species: Mage | Occupation: Teacher
Likes: His allies, his students, recognition
Dislikes: The apocalypse, the Holy Grail, his coworkers
Traits: Studious, cunning, determined
Trivia: Hates the smell of fish.
[impressions post. Walks with a silver-handled black cane and is generally the sarcastic personification of 'adult life is already so goddamn weird, this might as well happen.' look i'm bored and want some self-indulgent nonsense ok]

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Name: Breanna Casey | The Maker
Age: 25 | Species: Human | Occupation: Engineer
Likes: Retro tech, drones, hacktivism
Dislikes: Defenestration, capitalism, the system
Traits: Excitable, lesbian, anarchist, baby
Trivia: Breanna is responsible for The Great Canadian Maple Syrup Heist.

[Breanna laughs a little hysterically. Like, she's part of an international crime syndicate? And one of her best friends can kill a man in a hundred different ways with just his hands? But people don't die on jobs. Not like that.

What would Sophie do? She already channeled Harry earlier, during the trial. Now it's time for Sophie. For grifting. When she speaks, it's in the world's most exaggerated southern accent—one that she definitely wasn't using earlier, during the trial.]

No, I'm right famished after that horrible, horrible farce of a trial earlier.

[Sophie likes her southern accents. It makes Breanna feel better to use one, a little bit. Like she might be able to eat.]

Name: Breanna Casey | The Maker, SHSL Van Gal, Engineering
Age: 25 | Species: Human | Occupation: Engineer
Likes: Retro tech, drones, hacktivism
Dislikes: Defenestration, capitalism, the system
Traits: Excitable, lesbian, anarchist, baby
Trivia: Breanna is responsible for The Great Canadian Maple Syrup Heist.

[Breanna is a hacker and international criminal working for Leverage International. She's excitable and very Gen Z, thinks the world fucking sucks and crime is the only way to solve it, and trips over her own tongue in the face of cute women. Girl is lesbian as hell.

Doesn't seem to take anything seriously until the first trial. Gets increasingly upset with being unable to "fix" the situation as the weeks go on.]

Name: Ritsuka "Gudako" Fujimaru | Champion Everywoman
Age: 16~20-ish(ish) | Species: Human | Occupation: Master
Likes: Baking chocolate, super robot and magical girl anime, art direction and editing
Dislikes: The apocalypse, finances, mage bullshittery
Traits: Lackadaisical, determined, clueless
Trivia: Has personally served a knuckle sandwich to Beast of Disaster and the First Evil of Humanity.

You know, professor, [Ritsuka says as she hunches down, nose wrinkling as she looks at the blood drying on the floor,] for all the stuff you've dragged me into, I don't think we've investigated an actual murder together before. It's always some dumb magic stuff that feels like total nonsense. This could be a bonding experience!

Or, well, um. With other-you. I don't think I've investigated anything at all with you-you. [She gestures vaguely, trying and failing the hide the faint tremor in her voice. No matter how many corpses she's seen gutted like this, it never stops making her feel sick, the nausea amplified by the pit of grief in her stomach by the loss of a comrade.

Ritsuka hopes she never gets numb to it, frankly.]

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97th ♫ | i'm not lonely at all! i'm not lonely at all, although. . .

Lambda | OC

Ryoko Shinonome | 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim

Kingprotea | Fate/Grand Order

Bertram van Whitlock (D&D OC)

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LET'S GO, cw: gore, umineko spoilers

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Entrapta | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

nandor the relentless | what we do in the shadows

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Joey Wheeler | Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (English Dub)

Vaska Lorre | DnD OC

Penny Polendina | RWBY

Vi | Arcane: League of Legends

Jinx | Arcane: League of Legends

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regains fun

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Scintilla Caminus | FFXIV [WoL OC] 5.55 spoilers

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a body has been discovered!!!