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Something was wrong. This wasn’t the cushioned sofa Alice was so used to. She was laying on her back in a… cave? No, Alice could see the sun through her closed eyes. But the material her back felt like she was lying on a slab of stone. Which meant that Alice was not where she last went to sleep. Unless there was a stonehenge recreation on the floor next to her favourite couch, Alice couldn't piece together how she ended up on a slab on stone. Which meant that someone had moved her. Something was definitely wrong. What happened? Did Alice sleepwalk into a local stone quarry. Or…

Alice would confront those issues as they came. Time to get up. Deal with one issue at a time. Alice had to figure out where she was. Alice placed both of her palms on opposite sides of her and pushed herself to her feet in a single motion. Having done this, she also opened her eyes and saw- a theatre? Like one of those things one would see in a history textbook about Greece? How far did Alice go? Just what was happening. Why did Alice feel like she was forgetting something?

She looked around her surroundings, taking everything in. She saw the seating of the theatre, and she saw No one. Because they were either hiding or already looking at Alice. One problem at a time. Alice could see behind the Amphitheatre seating some cabins in the distance, and behind those a dock and lake. She could also see several individuals out in the open. She wondered if they knew anything about why Alice had woken up here, although it was entirely possible that other people were in the same situation she was. Generally, when Alice didn’t know what was going on, everyone else didn’t either. She could also see a fence and gate on the other side of the seating, and finally deduced that they were in a campgrounds of some sort. Alice was satisfied that she had figured out everything that she could from her position on the stage. Except that there may or may not have been a person watching her? The narrator was not sure, and thus Alice was unable to figure this out. Probably?

She slowly walked to the edge of the stage, stretching her arms with resounding cracks, and jumped off of it. The fall wasn’t that steep, but her landing was still impressively resolutely. She hardly missed a beat as she sauntered towards the Gate. Because she felt a sudden and unexplainable urge to remove herself from this situation. She moved elegantly, and silently, and idly ran her hands down her waist to her skirts before returning them to her side. She had nothing on her, and that was to be expected. A mechanic doesn’t sleep with their wrench.
God, it was reprehensible, Thomas’s mind couldn’t stop racing and he reimagined his duel with Max. Of course he had conceded, and of course Max brought up a reasonable point. If Thomas claimed to be such an advocate of Lagos, he truly did need to put what Max said into consideration. There were other factors, however. For example, how exactly did they go about combating the Carnage Sisters? How did the Carnage Sisters work? Did they adapt to the Infinite’s fighting? So that was what Thomas set out to find. To hell with these…. Support, Distraction, whatever they were. Thomas was gonna form a team of his own, and he knew just the person to help him. Someone colorful and loud.

After the teams had dispersed, Thomas stepped towards Caora. The morphenomenal kitchen should’ve separated him from Mary, and Thomas believed that Mary would disapprove of Caora accompanying him during the night of carnage. Spotting the half boy, Thomas came within conversation range. “Infinite… Trap.” Thomas seemed hesitant to say the word trap. “Where do you plan on going tonight, once all the other talents disperse?”

Caora was minding his own business after Bliss and the others began talking among themselves, happy that the loud arguing stopped. He was munching on a bread when he heard some noise near him. ”Hm?” He mumbled, and turned around to see a short man talk to him. He blinked. ”I dunno. Maybe I’ll go explore with Fang.” He then resumed playing with his stuffed toy. ”But when it is scary time, I’m in my bed. It’s no good going outside...Knight Lady should have known better...”

Knight lady… Thomas mostly pocketed this information. He’d analyze its other implications later, but for now it was just the obvious observations to make. Thomas had seen the Infinite Knight in his handbook, and didn’t know if they were a blackened, victim, or neither. Thomas’s drone continued. “Miss Moffett, they died during the night of carnage? They’re a knight? Right?” Thomas trailed off, and he abruptly stopped, thinking for a moment “She died fighting, right? She’s a knight, it’s the most likely possibility.. Well, that’s beside the point. Infinite Trap, your talent truly is a marvel, isn’t it? To crown a cross dresser an infinite, to convince others that you’re female at a level recognized by the initiative, to lie so proficiently. You must know a lot about the way other people think, don’t you?”

Caora glanced in Thomas’ direction, and shook her head. ”I don’t lie,” she answered with a pout. ”I’m just being myself.” He fluttered his eyelashes at the short man, and stared at him. ”You’re very curious, but act like a robot. That’s funny. What Infinite talent did you have? I forgot.”

Thomas idly brought his hands together. “I’m the Infinite Biomechanic, ah… I study movement. But that hardly matters. We’re all Infinites here, and with a talent as my own, well, no level of Kinesiology is of any help here. And that’s why I, well, you should help me tonight. I mean, I need your help.” Thomas took one of his signature pauses, but before Caora could respond, he added “Have you ever heard of the Turing Test?”

Caora blinked at his answer, obviously clueless about the scientific terms Thomas threw around. ”My help? She asked, and hugged Fang close to his chest, his eyes wary of him. ”Turing?” Caora repeated what she heard with a quizzical look, his head leaning to the side. ”It was something about intelligence, I think. Sorry, I’m not really booksmart or anything,” she then added with a pout.

Thomas unhooked his hands and raised one of his hands up to his chin. ”I see. You’re smart though, call it a hunch. You won’t misunderstand what I’m asking you. The robots, uh, Carnage Sisters. Have you ever wondered what exactly they were? How they function? Surely you have, you’ve been in this game at least as long as I have. This is where the Turing Test comes in. A test that gauges whether something is sentient. When it was first conceived, it was thought to use it to prove whether an artificial intelligence was comparable to that of a human. However, we can parlay its guidelines for a different use. Due to the nature of the Turing test, it can also be used to gain a valuable piece of information in this killing game. Surely you see what I mean now? ” Thomas lowered his hands and motioned towards Caora. “I want to prove whether those fakes are an actual intelligence, or if they’re just a caricature. And you, of all the infinites here, even if you don’t know exactly what the test is, you must know enough. I want you to prove to me that the Carnage Sisters can think.”

”Why should I prove anything to you?” Caora asked back, his eyes glaring. ”It doesn’t matter if the scary robots can think, they are still scary. Besides, that sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me and Fang. Isn’t that right, Fang?” He then held Fang on the table by its stubbby arms, and made it nod while smiling mischievously. ”See? Even Fang is smart enough to know better than that!”

Thomas furrowed his brows for second, watching Caora fiddle with the doll for a moment. He then replied “Isn’t it obvious? You know what, there’s other ways of proving my thesis. I thought this was the easiest way, I just can’t do it by myself. But you’re clearly too apprehensive. I think I made a mistake in asking you” Thomas turned away from Caora. He looked over his shoulder and added ”Of course, out here all alone, you can not help but wonder if I’ll make it back tonight. It’s undeniable in this situation that being by myself poses an acute risk to my well being. If you don’t see a reason you should help me though, I think we are both be wasting our time here.”

Caora was back to looking like an innocent little girl when Thomas turned angry, blinking while holding Fang. ”This place is dangerous,” he spoke with a chillingly serious tone to his voice. ”You never know if you’re the next one to die.” He simply stared at the Infinite Biomechanic as he then left, and then turned Fang to look at his direction. ”You scared the robot away, Fang! Bad!” He slapped the doll, and then hugged it tightly. ”But it makes sense; everyone’s afraid. And when people are afraid...bad things happen.”
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Name:
Alice Parker

Talent:
SHSL Assasssin

Gender:
Female

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Backstory

Born in a city in the all-american nation of the United States, Alice Parker doesn’t really have much of an eventful childhood. It wasn’t very abnormal at all, and almost no part of her childhood could be attributed to her later disposition towards killing individuals. It was almost eerie how normal her childhood was, in fact. She had a father, and a mother, and she was the middle of three siblings. She also had several cousins. Her mother was motherly, her father was fatherly, her brother was brotherly, her sister was sisterly. She went to school, and she got average grades. So how did Alice Parker, whose only talent was being ordinary, become the Super Highschool Level Assassin?

Her life was rather uneventful, until she met her significant other. Someone that was nothing short of perfect. Alice Parker couldn’t help fall head over heels for him, and together they broke the ordinary that plagued Alice’s life. Everything that was once so dull and gray, He was able to splash with color. She would do anything for him, and together, anything is what they could do.

Then one day, something changed. And no one noticed. Because a good assassin knows how to hide their work. Somehow, the Steering Committee at Hope’s Peak found themselves scouting a Super Highschool Level Assassin. Who knows how many assassinations she has been responsible for, or anything about her nefarious talent?

Any other information you'd like to share

Even though she is publicly known as the SHSL assassin, no one knows if she has actually murdered anyone before.

@TheSeriousJoke

Can confirm @BrokenPromise. I am working on an application for a SHSL Assassin.

Will there be a discord/groupme server for this RP? If you weren't planning on it, I'd recommend trying it out, it's an excellent way to keep in touch with everyone outside of the roleplayer guild, and people can bounce ideas off each other and all of that character creation stuff in a quick message format.


Thomas swiftly turned around to face Max and took a step towards him. His brows were slightly furrowed, but by far the most noticeable change was in his eyes. Their unfazed focus was replaced by a storm of visceral scorn. Even further than his eyes was the change in his voice. His calm observations were replaced by vitriol that could rival the Infinite Models last words.

“I won’t acknowledge you’re slippery slope, Police Officer. Let’s focus instead, on your wise counter proposal. You want to tell me that you need to protect everyone by looking through my personal belongings, then you turn around and say that everyone needs to kill themselves trying to save an individual who you know almost nothing about. Listen here, officer. I -” Thomas raised his right hand up to his mouth so that his pointer finger was in line with his lips and sharply inhaled, then ran his hand up his face and through is hair before relaxing it. He looked around quickly and then back to Max, exhaling then continuing what he was saying.

“I have an interest in the survival of these participants for now, at least some of them. Some of them, might I add, who have volunteered to join the politicians suicide squad. As much as you are starting to make me want to look the other way, I also have an interest in your survival too. I’m not looking to hurt anyone. I’m not saying that I want to hurt the Dice Master, neither am I saying that I want to hurt the Infinites here. I am explaining the most efficient way of solving this issue is to give the Dice Master to Nariko, something that you still have not yet disproven.”

“Why must you be so pessimistic about this, I am not suggesting people to kill themselves, I am suggesting them not to give up on their friends and fight for them; and I am trying to prevent Aleecia from killing herself, and taking Krista with her.” Max took a step towards Thomas, clearly a bit annoyed by the boy’s demeanor. “If you were stuck in the morgue with Nariko, wouldn’t you want us to save you too? Damned be the risks, they’re risks after all, Not facts.”

“You’ve heard me say it, but I’ll say it again. Letting her go now will only make it easier to let others go in the future, and you know what happens when start thinking that way? You’ll end up killing the people you let go. Nine out of ten criminals convicted of murder tell me the same thing, their victims were just stepping stones for whatever greater purpose they believed in; be it revenge, jealousy, pride, or even survival.”

Thomas’s face lightened slightly, and he tread backwards. It wasn’t as if he didn’t realize the size difference between him and Max before, but when Max took a step towards him, you could say he gained a little clarity. He shifted his gaze to the left and right. If any physical altercation happened, he’d have to get out of the dining hall quickly.

“Th-That’s the-” Thomas stammered, before making a motion as if to clear his throat.

Snap out of it!

Thomas lowered his hand and continued his retort. “That’s the outside world, Cop. Things are different here. You’ve got to be kidding me if you think this trade is going to cause us to spiral into corruption. In fact Officer, is that not already the case? This group of people you’re so adamant about protecting, they’ve already killed multiple infinites haven’t they? If you take the Violinist and the Dice Master and put them in that morgue with Nariko, you’re protecting at a level you previously were incapable of. The only person they could kill in that morgue is each other, and no one outside the morgue could even touch them.”

“For once, could you stop and place yourself in their shoes? Yes Krista is safe in there. But do you know where else you’re safe? An isolation cell, but that’s no place to live and neither is that morgue. And…” As much as Max wanted to deny it, Thomas was right about one thing. People had already died, and Max didn’t protect them...But “Just because people have died, that doesn’t give you a reason to stop protecting the ones that still live. It is my duty as a law enforcer, to exterminate the corruption among us, even if that means risking my life for it!” At this point Max was basically screaming at the poor child, and as soon as he realised that, he quickly took a step back and cleared his throat, a small sign of embarrassment lingering on his face.

“If you can’t believe that we’ll pull out victorious, give me this chance, and I will show you.”

Thomas started walking backwards until he several paces away, and he looked down and around. He quickly righted himself and stepped forward towards Max. Rather than the contempt that previous adorned his face, he was back to his typical neutrality. As he began to spoke, his hands idly began to come together.

”Why are you so adamant about fighting? Are you -” Thomas looked down and back to Max, making a sound of exasperation. ”What are you trying to achieve? Aren’t you a police officer? Haven’t you had to make choices like these before? Life isn’t some book where the heroes get to save the day. You go out there, you get killed, we’re stuck in a net loss situation. There’s no logic to that, it’s just a visceral response to a situation that could’ve been solved with logic.”

“You say that like you’ve already seen our fate, but you can’t. I’m talking from experience here when I say that heroes do exist. They fight everyday so citizens like you don’t have to. Some of them may die, but if they weren’t there, you wouldn’t be either. So don’t talk to me, thinking you know what awaits us. Not even your logic is bullet-proof.”

“Even so, my point still stands. You keep going on these emotional tirades, but you’re doing nothing to support your argument! Infinite Police Officer, if you can prove to me that the risk of Contingency A is outweighed by the cost of Contingency C, then I will concede. Until then, I will continue to argue my case.”

Max was at a loss for words. Thomas was so cold and calculative, if he were to break through, he would need one hell of an argument. Failing to think of something, he scanned the room and its inhabitants, searching for something to spark his mind, to give him a clue. His eyes finally rested on Felix’s shoulder. The same shoulder that the freerunner sacrificed while trying to save Calvin. And with a new determination, he looked back onto Thomas, a mixture of hope, desperation, and annoyance all filling his face.

“Alright, how about this. We have fought the robots several times now, but only a single live has been taken. Yet until we can prove that Nariko won’t kill aleecia or Krista, we can’t say that contingency B and C prevents those two from dying. So If we apply your logic here, contingency B and C could result in a possible death, while fighting the robots could also result in a possible death. If both plans have an equal amount of loss, wouldn’t you choose the moral path?”

Max had brought up a piece of evidence that Thomas was not yet aware of. One person has died over multiple fights with the sisters. If one person had died over any number of fights greater than one, that would mean that Max actually had legitimate evidence supporting at most a fifty percent chance of an altercation resulting in a dead infinite. If there is no evidence supporting Nariko’s intentions with her hostages, then it’s only a coin toss as to whether they kill the Dice Master and Violinist. That would mean that no matter how Thomas structured his argument...

Thomas stared at Max incredulously. He honestly didn’t think that he had it in him, but what Max had just said was absolutely correct. If only one person had died in multiple previous nights of carnage, and if they couldn’t prove that Nariko wouldn’t kill the Violinist and the Dice Master once they were in their possession, then logic dictates that the risk presented by Contingency A is at the very most equal to the risk presented by Contingency C. And thus, under those conditions, there would be no way for Thomas to prove his own argument.

Thomas couldn’t help it. A snicker escaped his mouth, and then another. It just kept coming out until Thomas was laughing. Nothing was particularly funny. It was just the whole situation that came together to form this ridiculous situation where Thomas didn’t even want to argue anymore. He could think of several arguments that he could use against Max’s to continue this debate, but truth be told, he was never in this debate to prove his thesis. Just the simple fact that Max was able to rebut one of his arguments, that was enough for him. Truth be told, people were going to die anyways, so why would Thomas care how they solved this situation. He raised his hand up and rubbed it on his forehead, steadying his gaze on Max.

“Incredible. I’m impressed, and convinced.” Thomas managed to get out, finally subsiding his laughter. “You’re absolutely right. If Contingency A poses at most an equal threat to loss of life than Contingency C, then my argument is invalid. And if my argument is invalid, I don’t see why we couldn’t go with your little hero fantasy.” he said as he lowered his hand.

Max was dumbfounded. He didn’t expect his words to actually reach Thomas, much less in the way they did. He also wasn’t sure why Thomas decided to burst into laughter, was he that impressed by Max’s deduction? or perhaps it was a coping mechanism for his defeat. In any case, Max was glad to have won this argument, it gave him hope for the boys future.

”I’m glad you agree.” Max now turned towards the rest of the group. “Now if everyone else can just make up their minds, we can move on to the actual problem.”

@AimeChambers

When Cyrus got on the loudspeakers, Thomas was in the physiology ward all the way in the hospital region.

“Everyone, this is Cyrus. I want to meet everyone in the dining hall within fifteen minutes. This is an emergency. I repeat: This is an emergency, meet in the dining hall.”

When he first heard the voice, his interest was caught immediately and he stopped what he was doing in the ward. Not because of what he heard, but because he had thought the speaker was a certain conqueror at first. He quickly dispelled that thought, recognizing his lack of recognition for Davis’s voice, and resumed what he was doing. It wasn’t that he wasn’t going to see what was happening in the dining room, nor that he wasn’t curious who the voices owner was, but he didn’t see it fit to drop everything and head over. Fifteen minutes was far more than enough time to get to the dining hall from where he was, he would only need five. In fact, he could leave with three minutes left and still be punctual if he rushed.




Thomas had been among the last infinites to finally show up in the dining hall. It wasn’t because he was late, but because he had arrived just on time. In fact, the moment he walked in was the moment that Cyrus had started talking. He had left with three minutes to spare, and he had arrived right on time. Being the Infinite Biomechanic, that wasn’t too impressive either. His arrival was just a function of his walking speed, and his walking speed was just a function of biomechanics. In fact, wouldn’t it be aloof if he were to be wrong?

It was good that Thomas had arrived late too, because his interest in this affair was quickly dwindling. If he had realized that it was Cyrus — just another one of the participants — who had gotten on the intercoms before he explained the situation, he may have just left altogether. Fortunately, at least for Thomas’s participation, this matter was sufficiently interesting to make him put his current affairs on the backburner. In fact, now was a prime opportunity to make his observations about other Infinites as most everyone (spare a few) appeared to be present. He didn’t feel comfortable taking out his notebook around so many people, so it would be back to the traditional method of mental notes. Thomas took a seat at the nearest table as he did so.

The first and most obvious infinite in this room was none other than the Infinite Politician, Thomas’s eyes settled on him as he vaguely listen to what he said. Tall, slender, and every bit as dignified as Thomas thought he’d be. There was a single word that Thomas could use to describe him; every single inch of Cyrus oozed one single thing - authority. Only Authority? No, that wasn’t right. There was a second aspect to Cyrus, plastered all over his face. It reminded Thomas of a gunpowder keg lying next to an open flame. Thomas couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Arrogance? Anger? Fear? Thomas had trouble reading Cyrus’s face. This frightened Thomas. This man… was just like a sheet of ice. Just a single wrong move could shatter it, and Thomas had no idea what he was hiding.

There were several others in the room who had caught Thomas’s interest, namely Zachary, Mercy, and Jezebel, but there wasn’t enough time for him to make a detailed analysis. Cyrus was already done speaking, and he had requested help from the individuals in the room. also known as warp doesn’t want to waste any more time on fluff.

The situation at hand sounded exactly like the type of situation that Thomas had wanted to avoid. That is to say, Thomas did not want to involve himself. What good would it serve to put himself in the type of situation where he’d be facing the carnage sister?. Not only that though, what good could he serve? He didn’t have strength, he had logic, and there was no-

“"She can just take me."”

Of course. Logic. It had averted Thomas’s mind, or more correctly, he had ignored the thought when it first appeared because it sounded morbid. Trading one for another, it was like they were some sort of human trafficker. But in this case… would it really be a travesty of logic to trade one infinite’s freedom in order for another to stay alive. In fact, by the sounds of it, it was almost as if Aleecia knew the carnage sister on a personal level. Did the robot really mean harm once Aleecia was in her possession? Thomas couldn’t answer that, but this was very cut and dry logic to Thomas. Thomas waited for Isaiah to finish speaking, and then Thomas’s thoughts developed into words in his mouth, and he slowly began to speak towards no one in particular.

“...goal. We’ve established a goal. We’re trying to minimize casualties. That’s the goal, right? Minimize casualties. So how do we go about it? In the case that we form a group and try to recapture K-” — Thomas coughed —“the Infinite Violinist, there is a great chance of casualties. Right? We could consider that great risk to our lives, since there would have to be multiple infinites taking action against the carnage sister. Let’s call this Contingency A.” Thomas looked around and stood up, resolving his words so he sounded more certain. He wasn’t sure if any of the infinites realized the direction he was taking this, and he wanted to prolong that for as long as possible. He had to hammer in his logic before making his point or else they would deny his reasoning. “Contingency A, then, is a great risk to our lives and thus a great risk to the goal, which is to minimize casualties.” Thomas took a deep breath and looked around, watching the eyes of the people around him. ”We have what we’ll call Contingency B. We do nothing. We let the carnage sister kill the violinist. This would pose a moderate, but guaranteed, loss of life. If we were presented a situation where it was guaranteed that one person would die, this might be appealing, but I don’t think that this is that type of situation.” Thomas stepped towards Aleecia, his eyes settling on her. “There is still another contingency. Let’s call this Contingency C.” Thomas took another breath. He was every bit as neutral as he typically was, but he was skeptical about how they would receive his suggestion. He understood that his logic was superior, but he also understood how they would let emotions get in their way. “Contingency C. We give the Dice Master to Nariko. The results? In a situation where a great risk to life or a guaranteed loss of life were the first two options, nobody dies.”

Thomas continued walking towards Aleecia and Ice until he was just several feet away from them. “I agree with your proposition, Dice Master. Your solution is the only logical conclusion one could make in this situation.


When learning about a person or people; anecdotes are the paragon of sources. How a person reacts to a situation is the very definition of human behavior; and this game was exactly that, an exercise in human behavior. When one can pinpoint exactly who someone is, that person can become predictable and malleable; quite literally a prisoner of their own making. This doesn’t always have to have malicious intentions; someone who is predictable becomes far less of a threat than someone who is not. If you didn’t kill anyone, then your chances of surviving in this killing game would increase many times. For someone with chances as destitute as Thomas, someone who didn’t inherit any advantages in this killing game besides his talent, creating their own advantages becomes a necessity. And the first step to create this advantage lay in his conversations with the other infinites, in these anecdotes that would unravel their person. In a sense, this was Thomas’s way of coping with the killing game, to remove as many threats as he could with the only method available to him. But if neutralizing a threat required Thomas to get his hands dirty…

The notebook in Thomas’s hand was a good starting point. Right now, his mind was a swarm of clashing ideas, theories, and excitement. Just a like a computer's memory, Thomas had to ‘write to the disk’ before he could think about anything else lest he forget anything. That’s why he initially came to the beach, and why he had just left it.

Although he had liked the idea of working on the beach, it was prudent that Thomas find somewhere he could be undisturbed. After the beach he had planned to return to his room, but one feature of the the first floor caught his attention - that of course being the study. He didn’t have a desk in his room and had planned on writing in the prone position. A desk would be far more pleasant.

And so that was where he ended up. Sitting facing one of the far sides of the study. If someone were to enter the study, they’d be able to look over his shoulder and see parts of what he was writing. Although the bottom of the notebook was obstructed, the top parts were not.




Inside the notebook there were pages, about a hundred and twenty eight of which were indexed in a makeshift table of contents that was indiscernible through Thomas’s messy handwriting. Every four pages there was a rough sketch of an individual from the killing game, and on the second page there was notes, seemingly about the individual. In very small handwriting, dotted around the sketches, were also what appeared to be notes that were once again indiscernible without a closer look. Finally, the third and fourth pages in this array were left blank. It was uncertain what exactly Thomas would put in them. His small handwriting left ample room on each page for notes, was he really going to write so much about the other infinities? Finally, an onlooker could see at the top of the pages a denotation of an infinite talent.

Thomas settled down and got to work filling out the pages.



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