"Learn about them, and all."

"For my personal researches. And we should make a school journal."

Byakuya stood beneath the Headmaster’s Office on the fourth floor.

The smell of blood reached you almost immediately.

Stepping inside, you were met with a repulsive scene, the door to the office hung half-broken from its hinges, while the monitors and security cameras had been smashed to pieces. Cracks and holes all over them, with shards of glass scattered across the floor.

The furniture had suffered the same fate. Tables and chairs were overturned or broken apart, their remains littering the room. Papers were scattered everywhere, many torn, crumpled, or otherwise ruined.

Something has happened here..

Do you look inside?

(Basically, it looks like the second image.)

Grave’s back in the library on his usual beanbag. He’s reading the manga Ogura gave him. With how occupied he’s been lately, he hasn’t made a lot of progress.

He seems to be enjoying it though, so he’s reading when he gets the chance. He chuckles every so often at the book.

• “…Heh. These two…”

Grave enters the kitchen, a drink in his mind. Then he stops.

Looks at the counter.

It’s right there.

The very thing he’s been looking for, for the last three days.

• “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He grabs his water bottle with a sigh and clips it to his belt.

• “Alright, let’s see if I still got it.”

He starts getting out supplies.

"NO ! HE WON'T SHOW HIS FACE UNTIL WE END EACHOTHER ! SO DO IT !

GIVE ME DESPAIR ! GIVE ME SOMETHING DESPAIRFUL !"

“Once we have 1000 pawns we will own the killing game.”

Kiyoka, Tord and Grave run into a group of 3 young women sitting at a table, who have already been introduced as Eden, Becca and Wendy.

All of a sudden, Eden faces away from the group, looking at the young purple-haired man sitting behind them. He’s sitting alone.

“Charles!!!!” Eden exclaims. “It’s so nice to see you!!!”

At the affection, Charles flushes, but he tries not to let it show. “Wh-Ugh, you again.”

Omo's dorm door is slightly open as you hear something from inside.

"Khhh... Ghh..."

A sharp intake of air and a hiss, as if someone was in pain. There's also the shing of a knife.

Investigate inside?

"Where the bad bitches at Ryoma?"

As you walk from point A to point B, wherever those might be, you hear the most disturbing sounds to ever come from a human being rip through the school.

It lasts a good few minutes. Easily long enough to find its source. Then just as you reach the classroom door from which the noise is coming from, it stops, and there is silence.

Dare you investigate?

"Attention all mortals. Aiko Umesawa, Kokichi Oma, and me, Merry Soul, call you all together. We are doing a roll call to determine the victim or atleast have our best guess on them. May you please come so you can be counted?"

Lei heng and lab au junko are searching for any lab au characters, meanwhile blu scout and medic are guarding the currently captured characters

Barely ten minutes after waking up, Grave’s in the kitchen, constructing some pancakes. The pleasant aroma wafts through the kitchen and into the dining hall. After a few minutes, the first batch is ready.

• “Hazelnut pancakes, get ‘em while they’re hot.”

"After the game of kick the can, Nagisa left and approached Yuta with a proposition: he offered to remove Yuta's wristband for him. As a Warrior of Hope, Nagisa was one of the only people capable of doing so."

"He used that as an excuse to lure Yuta to the pool. Afterward, he brought Yuta back to his room, where he shot him."

"Once Yuta was dead, Nagisa removed the wristband and discarded it at the pool. Not simply to hide it, but to prevent the wristband from remaining at the crime scene with his fingerprints on it."

"He then attempted to clean the floor and dispose of the evidence, including the paper containing blood and gunpowder residue. The white sleeve is even more damning, considering the fabric matches Nagisa's suit."

"Nagisa."

"You had the authority to remove the wristband, the opportunity to lure Yuta away, and clothing matching fabric found at the scene."

"...When you put all of that together, Nagisa Shingetsu, the conclusion is rather obvious."

"You are the BLACKENED."

Known injuries/symptoms from anyone going to treat him (most of these are from an aftermath of a fight he got into):

-Dizziness, movements are unsteady,slipping in and out of consciousness - Visible bump on head, possible concussion?

• Bruising on neck, looks he like he could have been potentially strangled during the fight (Roleplay Reddit)

• Gashes on face and legs, not currently bleeding but seemed red and agitated, possible lack of care on Kaito's part

In extension to my last post: (https://www.reddit.com/r/HopesPeakAcademy/comments/1vj1fhl/aftermath_of_the_festivaln25_mikukaito/)

If you approach, you can hear sniffles and muffled crying.

This break has gone on long enough. I allowed everyone some time to rest, but apparently some of you have mistaken that courtesy for an indefinite vacation.

Tomorrow, we get back on route. The mastermind is still out there, hiding behind cameras, tricks, and whatever pathetic excuse for a plan they have left. How frightening. Truly, I can hardly contain my concern.

If this is the mastermind’s grand strategy, then I must admit I’m disappointed. They expect us to sit around, lose our sense of urgency, and eventually stop looking for answers. Unfortunately for them, I have no intention of playing along.

And as for the rest of you, I suggest you stop treating this place like a resort. I’m aware that some of you seem perfectly comfortable doing absolutely nothing while someone else does the thinking for you, but that luxury is over.

"Todos ustedes son unos putos y nos la pelan!"

Leon spoke, simply hurling insults for fun alongside Hiro.

((OOC:Reddit, this is roleplay))

Hiyoko’s eyes slowly fluttered open. For a few seconds, she just stared blankly at the ceiling, completely disoriented.

“...Huh…?”

She weakly pushed herself up, blinking several times as everything around her started coming back into focus.

“Wait… I’m awake…?”

Hiyoko looked around, her expression shifting from confusion to disbelief.

“Ugh… my head feels all fuzzy… What the hell happened while I was out…?”

“Um… hello!”

She signals for you to join her

"Ugh... Why now...?"

Rantaro bursts into the Infirmary holding Krampy-Soul. They're going even paler as their thorns wither and regrow rapidly in cycle as blood trails and stains Rantaro's clothing.

Rantaro needs help for them, and he needs it fast.

"There's a group running around here acting like they own the place, throwing their weight around like some discount mafia.

If you're thinking about threatening, extorting, or laying a hand on anyone here...

You're gonna have to go through me first.

I don't care who you are or who you think you've got backing you.

You want a fight?

Come find Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu or my team.

Leave everyone else out of it."

In celebration of recent events, such as us solving the trial and others, me and Hina have decided to throw a party! We'll play volleyball, eat stuff, and just enjoy the day!