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[Fin] Murder U Too - Endgame
... Komaru is not having a good time. Didn't her brother see one where someone was melted into butter? She can't believe these games ruined butter and cookies for the Naegi household.

"... W-Well! There's no reason it can't stop here! We just have to promise to not kill again!"
"oh hell no, kung fu panda!"
Ranma, by himself, splashed a few bit of cold water on his face. Before anyone walked to see his hair changing from black to red or a sudden decrease in height, he quickly grabbed the tea kettle and poured most of the boiling water on him to prevent himself from changing. "HAH-" Not his first time pouring hot water on himself, didn't stop the scalding feeling and keep him from loudly yelling out in pain. Splashing water on his face didn't help however, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. He'd walk back outside, dripping wet and slightly having steam come off from pouring scalding water on himself and nodded his head. "Komaru's right. Though considering we all just saw Cookie Monster become. . . Ranma slightly cringed seeing Kellensea pick up one of the cookies. ". . . those, I'm pretty sure that might deter anymore possible killers. Though I still plan on keeping watch at night. If anyone tries anything, they'll have to go through me." He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, water dripping from his ponytail with a determined grin.
Oh good, you're back, Ranma! Hold still a moment.

>Take inventory of all of Ranma's possessions so as to determine what to claim.
I am the They who says it!
I'll take ‘em on!, Ronnie says as he snacks on another Cookie Monster cookie. No killer will dare take me on, he says as he falls to the ground to do several push-ups.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
He was currently slapping away Kellensea's hand. "What- Hey, hands off!" Ranma protested, seemingly going back on his bet. "I don't even have anything to give you, get your hands away!"

Well, Ranma wasn't lying. He doesn't really have anything. Chinese-style red shirt with black pants, along with what appears to be a tie for that iconic pigtail he has.
Nonsense, you have your clothes, you have whatever's tying back your hair, and failing that, well... there are options. What exactly is that that is tying back your hair? It looks... stringy. Might be something.

After saying "options" Kellensea makes a chopping motion with one of her hands. It's not entirely clear what that's meant to indicate, but knowing her, it's probably not something that could be considered remotely reasonable.
I am the They who says it!
He would return the chopping motions. Hearing her mention his clothes and hair tie, Ranma give a glare. "You are not taking my clothes. And I need that hair tie!" He glared, clenching his fist. Sure, removing the dragon whiskers string wouldn't exactly make his hair grow out to the point of balding, but it'd still be long enough to inconvenience him in fights.
"How about he gives you stuff after the game? Like an I.O.U.?"
"oh hell no, kung fu panda!"
Haruka is.. Awkwardly flabbergasted by the execution. She proceed to > maybe bake some cake to distract herself from it.
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
Well, you did say I get an item from you before you're dead if I was right, and I was right, so it's either going to be that, your clothes, or the third option. And you probably won't like the third option. Most people don't. So, tell me, what exactly is the hair tie made of, so I can determine which item I'm claiming. I mean, unless you have other stuff you're not telling me about.

Kellensea sounds almost apologetic. Almost. The pretty obvious greed is undermining that quite nicely. On hearing Komaru's question, she thinks for a bit.

Well, we have no confirmation Ranma will survive to the end. I'd like my item now, otherwise he might get out of it by dying. So... an I.O.U. is disturbingly optimistic, and I would prefer security in my victory. I'm sure you understand.
I am the They who says it!
Alexis, pointedly ignoring anyone who is fighting and/or eating the cookies, just goes to

>get a soda from the vending machine. All this... bullshit has made her thirsty.
Stupid doomed timeline...
". . . Please don't say the third option is marriage. Because I've already got three fiancées, I don't need a fourth." There was no joking tone in his voice. With a sigh, he crossed his arms. "It's a Dragon Whisker. You take some of it and make a special soup to make a bald man have hair again. However, if someone with hair already tries some, it makes their hair grow out incredibly long to the possibility of the hair falling out and leaving them bald. It isn't like that for me anymore that much, but I don't want to deal with having long hair growing again and being an inconvenience. It doesn't work on women anyway." He's going to ignore the part she said about how an I.O.U. is positive thinking.
"..."

DAMN she hated being wrong all the time. She sighs, nodding.

"Uh... Whoever survives can get the stuff for you?"
"oh hell no, kung fu panda!"
>try to find something to take your mind off the execution [Bow]
Bow goes to the storage room and digs through the crates, eventually finding a CD player and a stack of music CDs to listen to and drown out her thoughts.

>checks if they're edible [Kellensea]
Yeah, they're edible. They're perfectly normal cookies made from perfectly normal ingredients. How exactly one gets from Cookie Monster's corpse to these is unclear.

The equally-edible letter cookies make more sense, at least. Those were presumably made separately.

>bake some cake to distract herself [Haruka, 10]
Haruka retrieves some cake mix, oil, and eggs from the pantry and gets a-mixin'.

>get a soda from the vending machine [Alexis, 4]
... okay fine you can't actually fail at buying a soda, but you can successfully buy a soda from a vending machine that seems bizarrely like it's mocking you, for some reason.
nya
Kellensea then allows herself to get distracted and starts grabbing a large quantity of the cookie monster cookies, having ascertained edibility.

What?! No! The third option isn't even close to marriage. No, I cut off your hand and preserve it, and when I get home, I put some rings on it and get some wizard or cleric with some kind of reasonable flesh-warping magic skill to weld it onto my chest. That's, what, ten, fifteen more rings?... I mean, if you're not comfortable with a whole hand, I can just take a finger.

She pauses for a moment.

...Is this "dragon whisker" some kind of plant, or do you have weird-ass dragons wherever you're from? Because where I'm from, dragons have scales, not hair.
I am the They who says it!
You creep me out, Ronnie says as he downs another cookie and a Monster.
Oh, those are good cookies.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
He let out an audible sigh of relief. "Oh thank God. . . Wait, losing my hand is also bad!" Given he's a martial artist, yeah that's bad. Not as bad as marrying Kellensea, but still awful nonetheless.

Ranma gives a shrug. "It's a literal dragon whiskers. You know, like dragons have on their snouts? It's the only thing that can keep my hair from growing to an enormous amount."
Komaru does the math in her head. Hair grows back, but she doesn't think hands do...

"The hair one, do the hair one."
"oh hell no, kung fu panda!"
Alexis sips her soda, and... writes something about the vending machine in her notes.
Stupid doomed timeline...
"Komaru, I appreciate it, but please don't help!" Ranma shouted to her, holding his soaked pigtail.
Huh, you have weird dragons at your place then. Ours are... just dragons. Anyway, if you're not interested in me chopping off your hand, I suggest you choose the least objectionable thing to forfeit to me. Also, I don't have anything to store your soul right now, I left that thing at home, so I can't really take your soul. So no offering that. I also accept deep dark secrets, if they're sufficiently deep and dark, and like, the secret to unlocking an eldritch terror or something. OH, DAMN IT, I should have brought that soul thing. I could have collected all your souls except one, killed one of you, and walked out with all your souls. Then you'd all be like "wow that was impressive you helped everyone escape aside from that one person." Or maybe all like "what the actual fuck", because you people are kind of weird. But whatever.

Kellensea then picks up her pile of debris from the trial and tosses it all over the balcony. Trash receptacles? What are those?
I am the They who says it!
"The alternative is your hand, Ranma! Or your clothes! One is more embarrassing and the other is more painful!"
"oh hell no, kung fu panda!"
"... Actually the secret one doesn't sound so bad."
"oh hell no, kung fu panda!"
"S-Secret? I-I don't have any secrets!" He proclaimed, clearly contradicting himself. "And Komaru, I'm a martial artist! Long hair gets in the way of that! Without this whisker, it'll grow to unbelievable levels!" He looked down, contemplating his options. ". . . Will my shirt suffice?" The warm water soaked in the shirt was starting to cool off. And Ranma doesn't want to risk changing in front of these people, and using that weakness against him. So when he hears Komaru going for the secret option. . . "Well I don't have any secrets! Sothatsoffthetable. . ."
...aaaand now a few more pages are being filled up with Alexis's notes about Kellensea. Mainly stuff about chopping off body parts, stealing souls, and... yes, being completely batshit insane.

She's not even really paying much attention to Ranma and whether he may or may not have any secrets at this point, although if something comes up that's relevant to a trial in the future, this is subject to change.
Stupid doomed timeline...


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