Katsu Kuno
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Post by Katsu Kuno on Dec 18, 2016 1:23:11 GMT 1
[googlefont="VT323"]  Computers are magnificent tools for the realization of our dreams, but no machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding. Katsu had wheeled himself around the entire place for almost a day now. He was starting to become more and more desperate, finding himself even rolling himself to the kitchen to pick up a sharp knife just in case. He'd been avoiding Tomoe as much as he could because he couldn’t bring himself to act as if he hated her, as he told her they needed to do if they were in the same room together. No he couldn't do that. He'd lived his whole life with this… thing that was killing him. But things were just getting worse as time went on. The doctors said there may come a day when he couldn't walk, but he hoped that day wouldn't come. And now he was stuck in a wheelchair, possibly for the rest of his life.
Katsu's mind was starting to cloud over with a dark haze. The knife he had taken from the kitchen. That could be his key. If he ended his NG code, if he ended this nonsense, this motive would mean nothing to him. If he got out of here… if he managed to stop everyone from hurting each other, stop this madness, he could get out and perhaps… perhaps it wasn't too late. Maybe he could walk again, though it would never be as 'easier' as it had been before this. Katsu rolled himself to the elevator and pressed the seventh-floor button. It would be easier in there. After all the cold would help stop the bleeding… after that… he would be free. He'd show the bears it didn't matter what they did, he would rise up and be stronger than them. His body, he couldn't do anything about it. It was a shitty body he was cursed with, but he knew he had to live with it. He would function and live in society like this. It wouldn't be too bad.
Then again, knowing he had this thing destroying his body was part of the reason he cut things with Tomoe, not just to keep her safe. His intentions were partially greedy as he didn't want to tie her down to a cripple. Wheeling his way to the freezer, Katsu held up the knife and inspected it before holding the knife right before the bracelet. He had to do it quick or he'd trigger the poison from trying to remove the bracelet, but he found himself sitting there trying to convince himself out of it, while also convincing himself into doing it. Hurry up Katsu, you're running out of time.
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Dec 18, 2016 11:10:38 GMT 1
For some reason unbeknownst to Oppenheimer himself, he felt a bit off than normal. It wasn't a common cold, but it was something like that. For some reason, Oppenheimer felt like he was heating up. Was it because of his new amputation? Was it because of post traumatic stress? Was it something else entirely?
Oppenheimer, lacking the ability to determine the exact cause of his ailment, only went off in search of the only cure he could think of, The freezer was already opened and Oppenheimer correctly assumed it was due to another captive held within the walls of the factory. Slowly approaching, as not to scare them unintentionally, thus leading to apologizing unintentionally, thus leading to dying unintentionally. He slowly stepped into the freezer where he saw Katsu Kuno. Which reminded him of the gift Katsu wanted him to have.
"Katsu. I wanted to personally thank you for the gift. Izuku said that you wanted to apologize for my missing hand. I graciously accepted the gift of those red gummies and accept your apology. I still don't know where you got those gummies. But rest assured, I made sure that they were all eaten to prove how much I care about accepting your apology."
Previously, Izuku had given Oppenheimer a lot of red gummies that he stole from under Katsu's bed where it was easily stolen. Why did Izuku do this? He is really not a nice person.
Oppenheimer looked closer to see that Katsu was holding a knife right above his wrist.
"I would be careful with that knife. You might cut your wrist on accident. Or, even worse, you might trigger the poison inside that bracelet of yours."
Oppenheimer chuckled, not comprehending the exact situation he was faced with, but he did see that Katsu was clearly distraught over something.
"I'm going to be upfront about this and not apologetic to this blunt questioning, but are you okay? You seem to be not handling things well right now."
Oppenheimer looked back at the knife above his wrist. After a brief instant of connecting dots, he figured that Katsu was not in the greatest shape to be handling a knife.
"Here. The blade of the knife looks like it's going to come off the handle. I am just going to make sure it stays safe and doesn't accidentally fall off the hilt."
He took a step closer and reached for the knife in Katsu's hand.
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Katsu Kuno
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Post by Katsu Kuno on Dec 20, 2016 6:50:10 GMT 1
[googlefont="VT323"] Computers are magnificent tools for the realization of our dreams, but no machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding. Katsu heard a voice. He didn't understand the words, being drained out by the thoughts plaguing him. He told Izuku that he needn't worry about a thing, to not worry about cutting off his hand to get rid of the code, and yet here he was ready to do the thing he told Izuku not to worry about doing. He was a hypocrite. He was weak. He was a horrible person. He deserved to die. He deserved to be trapped in his body forever unable to communicate with the outside world as his body was attempting to do to him. It was all his fault. Everything that happened here… it was his fault. If he weren't here things would've turned out better.
Perhaps if he died now things would be solved. Just like he told Izuku. He wanted to be the next victim so no one else had to, and they could get rid of these damn codes. There could be nothing worse than what his bracelet forbade him from doing.
"No…" Abraham's last words clicked into his head and he whispered his response immediately staring down at the knife ready to free him from the heavy burden that was his forbidden action. "You don't understand." Katsu gripped the knife tighter making his knuckes white though the blade did not touch his skin. The fear of the pain that would come stopped him, but he tried to convince himself that if he didn't, much worse pain would follow, and eventually he would die. Was his hand really worth it? Of course, he was a hacker. His hands were his tools. His hands were where the talent was, even if he could use other body parts to help type. He would never be as good as he could be. And that was just a sin against humanity as he used his talent to expose the evil people of the world so the public could know things others wanted to keep secret because it made them more money and exploited others because of their ignorance.
Then again, he wasn't that important. Arien and Jupiter would take over whatever he would've done originally. They were talented folk, even if it was Jupiter who nearly got caught if it weren't for Unknown Alias, aka Katsu intervening and distracting and getting purposefully caught so Jupiter could cover his tracks.
"I won't give it to you. I'm going… I'm going to end this once and for all." Katsu stared at his hand again before slowly raising the knife and plunging the hand with the bracelet into his pocket, placing them on the armrest of his wheelchair nearest the Instrumental Artist. He held up the bracelet and flashed his code. "You said once I only cared about my pills and something else." He couldn't remember the exact wording in his distressed mental state. "I care about them because they keep me alive. If I don't… cut off my hand… I seal my death warrant."
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Dec 21, 2016 3:23:04 GMT 1
"Katsu, please. Listen to me. Let's take this very slowly."
With his only hand in a stop position, Oppenheimer's voice started to tremble and panicky. He realized too late that Katsu desired to do something drastic. Something that he can never get back.
Taking a few breathes in and out as slowly and deeply as possible, he regained composure in order to not aggravate Katsu any further than he already has.
"First, let me address what happened back in the bathroom of the Women's Quarters. I said that you only cared about yourself and your medication. What I meant was that you were just being incredible selfish at the time. I wish I could apologize for saying this to you right now, but you are also being incredibly selfish right now. What would Mrs. Sunada think? What would she think if you just went and took off your own hand. Wouldn't she blame herself for letting you get to this point.?"
Oppenheimer slowly sat on a box of frozen foods right next to Katsu's right hand.
"You can't take your medication, which could mean anything from losing focus to having a heart attack without knowing what the medication does. Please help me understand what exactly is going on. Tell me what kind of medication you took and what did it do to you. Allow me to understand so I can prevent you from doing something as stupid as chopping off your own hand!"
Oppenheimer briefly glanced down at his own missing hand before he looked back up at Katsu.
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Katsu Kuno
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Post by Katsu Kuno on Dec 24, 2016 2:13:54 GMT 1
[googlefont="VT323"] Computers are magnificent tools for the realization of our dreams, but no machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding. He was being selfish at that time. He was being selfish. This guy was saying that the one who wanted to save everyone and anyone in this entire factory, perhaps even provide hope to their families when they escaped, that oh, maybe this bear can be defeated. Katsu didn't know what was going out there, but Abraham, to Katsu, was being the selfish one. This factory could inspire the world if they survived it.
When Katsu looked out that window in investigation, the world was a desolate place, moreso than he had ever seen it. It didn't take a brain surgeon (oh wait Ben Carson is one, so that's really not impressive…) - a rocket scientist to figure out that there was something going on out there. The horizon wasn't beautiful like it was before. Something had happened out there, and they were safe from it in here, if one could call this a safe-haven. If war happened… the world needed all the hope it could get. And there were more people in the world than those in the Muslim religion. Would it not be better if they could tell the world they survived against all odds and beat a menace who wanted them to lose hope, and in the end, those who fell were dead, and yet still some were strong enough to remain? Katsu didn't doubt for a second that at least some of them would get out of here even if one of them wasn't him. They'd show the world how to be strong, they'd tell their story and how they kept fighting even when it all seemed bleak. That would be impossible if they all died. They'd show the world that evil won. And good did nothing.
"I wasn't the selfish one. You put all Muslims before everyone in the entire world," Katsu growled looking at him with a glare of dislike, "Don't talk about someone being selfish when you're as selfish as they come. We would all have voted for someone other than Seiteki if we could, but because you were selfish you put all of our lives on the chopping block. You could've killed all of us, and you didn't give a flying leap. You put your conscience over the lives of those around us. We weren't told what would happen if the vote wasn't unanimous, or if we got the vote wrong. Yet you didn't care. All you cared about was yourself."
Katsu looked to his pills for a moment before hitting them off of his wheelchair's arm in some direction somewhere near Abraham. "I…" Katsu stared at the knife and his hand, though the knife was no longer hovered over the spot he would cut at to remove this bracelet. "I have a disease… called ALS or… Lou Gehrig's Disease. I've known since I was twelve. Then… a year later Hope's Peak started an experimental program that would… suppress the disease. And it worked… at least a good amount. My body deteriorated, but not as fast. I'm a lot weaker now than I normally would have been if I didn't have it. A-Anyways…" The tears were starting to form. "I was warned if I ever got off the drugs… the disease would run rampant and the damage would occur exponentially. If… If I'm right… I have two weeks to live. In a week, I'll need feeding tubes and… a respirator. I… I can't walk right now… at all. If I cut it off, some damage might not be permanent. I might be able to walk again."
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Jan 3, 2017 3:22:21 GMT 1
Oppenheimer took a deep breathe slowly and exhaled at the same sluggish pace. He looked at Katsu with a stern expression.
"I do not put Muslims in front of everyone else. The term Muslims just means that you accept that Allah is your God. Everyone else is still Allah's children no different from anyone else. I'm not sorry that you felt that way. I'm not sorry that I didn't make that clear earlier. And I'm not sorry for thinking logically like that when just an hour before I noticed that I don't have a hand anymore. Trust me when I say there is a learning curve for it. A huge one. The purpose of the trial didn't really hit me until it was too late to say anything. I do care about our safety but please remember that I didn't have time to prepare. You were lucky enough to even have me remember that Ryuu took Tomoe's ID card. We'd be dead or worse. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have told everyone that it had to be Seiteki. It's just....It's just everything hit me at the last second. I didn't have time to react. Trust me, Ahuva would have thrown me in front of a moving truck if I pulled that with her. I'm not sorry for my actions."
He raised his bracelet in the air once more to remind Katsu of his forbidden action. He was about to ask if Katsu understood the situation he was under, when a pill bottle was thrown towards his feet. Oppenheimer picked it up, intending to give it back to Katsu when he began to talk. He sat and listened, hanging on each letter and punctuation he tearfully enunciated with true passion.
"There...There has to be another way. Mrs. Sunada. She fixed my arm up, she might be able to figure a way to slow it down. What I don't understand why she's not here right now. There has to be another way. There has to..."
A flash of the death of his own body, only to be revived by Katsu. Izuku murdering Oppenheimer by smashing a fire extinguisher on the back of his neck. The feeling of helplessness from the paralysis he soon felt before he was drowned. Mei, chopping off his hand in the bathroom, only to be healed by Tomoe. There was only one logical thing he could do. He realized that now. He hated the idea of what was to come. He wanted to be able to convince him out of it, but it was unfortunate that Katsu was most likely stubborn on the issue.
"If we're doing this, we're doing this right. We have the ice here. All I need is the black pepper and the a proper cutting tool. A knife isn't going to do much for the hand. There is an axe. It's in the refinement center. We are going to have to use that if we want a clean blow. I ask you, no, I beg you. One final time. Are you sure you want to do this? Once that hand is gone, it's gone. Please, think carefully. Take ten deep breathes before you give me your answer so I know that you thought this through."
He slowly closed his eyes and waited for the answer....
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Katsu Kuno
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Post by Katsu Kuno on Jan 23, 2017 5:53:33 GMT 1
[googlefont="VT323"] Computers are magnificent tools for the realization of our dreams, but no machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding. He was going to help him do this? Why would he be willing to help someone who he obviously had problems with and vice versa? Of course, Katsu in his right mind would try to convince him out of doing something like that, but he wasn't in his right mind and told himself that he would do the same as Abe was trying to do now. Help a friend in pain to relieve the pain that he was in. Yet there was still something bothering him about their philosophical debate. Honestly, debating with Abraham like this was helping just a little bit. Katsu was never good with interacting with others, but being friends with Tomoe had made him better at trying to understand others, and he was putting in effort to try to understand Oppenheimer's point of view, trying to walk in his shoes, but it was awfully difficult when one was ready to cut off their hand, fearing that death would claim them soon as well as be trapped in his own body unable to do anything for a time before that death.
"No one had time to prepare. No one can ever prepare to send someone we consider our friend to their death. No one can prepare to believe that one of our friends killed another. And yet, I have a feeling… it's going to happen again eventually. One of us will be a traitor and take the life of another and there's nothing I can do about it, nothing you can do about it. Your hand was my fault, and I do apologize for it… I didn't think you would be stupid enough to keep going after I gave the order. I wasn't thinking logically. I just… don't know how to do things, I'm bad with people and predicting what people will do. I am… afraid my actions end up causing someone to hurt another. I… do not like… to talk because of this… but I couldn't… just… let people be wrong and possibly kill everyone. The risk… could've been I cause everyone's death due to my talking in trial… but… I couldn't… stand… by and do nothing."
Katsu rubbed the tears from his eyes and picked up the knife again and stared at the silver edge of the blade. It would take a bit for this thing to cut through. Perhaps he was right about the axe. That just proved that he wasn't being logical right now. He could regret any decision he made right now for the rest of his life, albeit short if he answered that he wanted to keep his hand unless someone died soon... but then it would feel like that person and the killer died just so he could continue on, and he hated feeling like that. He was far less important than anyone else here.
"No. She can't know… She can't… I'm already enough of a burden to Tomoe. Telling her, asking her for help… it would just cause her more problems than she already has right now. Anyways, we had a fight, and we're not friends. I wouldn't want to ask her for help. I can fight this alone, as I have for six years. Not my parents, not my siblings, not my friends. I've managed, and I'll keep managing to fight this on my own. No one… not even you, Oppenheimer, will be burdened by me. That is why you will not help me with this…. I will do this myself."
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