Danganronpa Main RP Thread

[Oculus Refrain]

???? Tokishio Hiroko

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Hiroko stared at the murderer claiming to be their new principle with a sense of fear she had never felt before that day. Her throat felt raw from her screaming and every part of her body itched to run. She slowly back along the wall to the gym doors and swiftly spun around to push them open, but the didn't budge. She pushed even harder, but only with the same results. She stepped back a few steps and threw her whole body against the door. Nothing. She began helplessly pounding at the doors hoping for something to happen. She screamed even more, calling out for help. Pain erupted even further in her throat, she seemed to scared to really notice.

 

[bababooye]

Takuma Takahashi


Location: Gym

Takuma listened to the boy explanation of things in silence. "I see." Was the only response he could muster. Some new people were coming insinde of the gym, one of them smelled like a fridge. Takuma wanted to start a conversation with them too, but saw a male figure coming their way. He seemed strong, but not as dangerous as the rest. The stranger started talking to Shiori and introduced himself as Seth Ryder. Wait, this Seth Ryder? Oh, I'm gonna take an autograph and show it to my brother once I get out of here. He'll love it."Excu-" He started, but was interrupted by an old man who seemed to be a principal. What happened next was a literall bloodbath. Takuma stood there, not moving at all. His eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. Then, he thought about covering somebody's eyes, but it was too late at that point. Strange boy came into the spotlight and gave his 'speech'. "M-Monokumada?" Yamamoto grabbed Takumas shoulder. He turned his head toward him. "P-Please calm y-yourself Mr. Yamamoto." He was shaking. Why was this happening? And why does it have to be so vulgar? "I-I'm sure that this was just a show. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real." Takuma said that, although he didn't believe it. He saw blood too many times and that... Looked real enough. "So we should all just calm ourselves down." He directed this mainly to Shiori and Yamamoto.


@EVERYONEE
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[Knot]

Location: Gym


With: Everyone

Nao Matsuoka

The death of the old man wasn't very surprising to Nao, all the trap marksman did was stand there and watch the bloodbath. He would admit that the color was pretty, but then everyone around him would figure out that he was a hitman. There were two options right now, risk it all, or play it safely. Even at school Nao had to think as if he were on the job. And so he chose to play it safely, he widened his eyes and fell on his knees.


"N-No way... Impossible..."


One look from a certified hitman was all it took to realize Nao's act was a sham, but to all others who have not spent a portion of their lives murdering people for blood money, their eyes would not be able to see past Nao's deception. He wondered what this 'Monokumada' was up to, but one thing was for sure. That Monokumada was sort of attractive in a creepy, blood-thirsty, murderous way.

 

[Ammokkx]

Ayu arrived at the gym at a fair enough time, just before Mark entered and made a scene. She snickered as a taller boy had shut him up without much effort, leaving the shorter one to go and bother someone else. Magnificent. She'd taken her spot somewhere near the front and waited on... Well, whatever really. Yaeger, on the other hand, was one of the last. His calm pace made it so that it took him exponentially longer to arrive, at least when compared to the others. In fact, he might as well be the last. As the boy entered, the doors closed shut behind him and he heard a 'click!'. Why would someone need to close the doors? No matter what, an old man came on stage. They barely got a few words out before getting horrifically murdered.


Yaeger was shocked at what he just saw. At first, his eyes were wide. Then his throat became dry. As the monokuma kid came on stage, his knees were trembling. That same kid suddenly pronounced himself principal. Then everything became utter chaos. One person was panicking and screaming to get out, some are confused and want to know what's going on and there seemed to be only a few who remained calm. Yaeger tried to be one of those, with moderate success. He managed to regulate his breathing and didn't scream. A few sweatdrops were still worming their way down and he only weakly stumbled forwards. "Why-" Yaeger was about to start, but got cut off by the tiny girl he was in the class with earlier.


"Yeah, so?" Ayu boldly decided to ask the kid on stage, not looking frightened in the least. Somewhere she might be, but even if she was, her own emotions are deceiving her and telling her she's not. "I doubt that's the only thing you killed someone for. I don't think we're going to just be regular students here," she fearlessly deducted, yawning. Ayu's eyes drifted off to the back of the room near the door, where one girl collapsed to her knees. Ayu's face contorted a bit and raised an eyebrow. That wasn't a natural way to sink through your knees. The girl seemed to try and look scared, but something about her general posture was off. Not enough trembling, eyes weren't far enough open, voice didn't sound convincing enough. Any regular person would buy it, sure, but Ayu was familiar with these kinds of tricks. She couldn't fully deduce if it was really a lie or not, but she felt something shady was up. As a liar herself, she would know. But Ayu didn't get a chance to think further on it as a hand was placed on her shoulder. "What are you doing?!" Yaeger frantically asked her with a pale face. "This kid... He's dangerous, you know!" Yaeger had tried to warn Ayu, who just swatted the hand off of her like an annoying mosquito. "He wouldn't have us gathered if he planned to murder us like that." Ayu spoke confidently. If she was correct, everyone was an ultimate here. Even with those guns, you couldn't stop absolutely everyone from ganging up on you. Even then, if the mono-kid wanted them dead, they would already be dead.

 

[Dreamtique]

Hiro Michio & Aoi Yoko


It was kind of relieving, to be honest, when he saw there are more people around the "school" as he stepped into the school gym...or maybe not, some of them were definitely not looking kind and approachable. He had a quick glance around the hall, a tall and intimidating looking lady with dark blue hair standing at a corner of the gym with crossed arms, laying against a wall with the cold and emotionless gaze soon caught his attention. Michio couldn't help the growing feeling of insecure when this unkind looking lady was around them...but at least she was standing alone at a corner, completely detached from the major crowd for the time being, he kept reminding himself to keep some safe "distance" from this lady internally......


Crap!


Michio heart skipped a beat when the lady looked straight back to him, staring back at him.


Sheesh! I-I must be staring her for too long! Oh...my god....


Michio quickly turned his head away and evaded a direct eye-contact with the lady, with his peripheral vision he saw the lady still staring at him as if she was examining him.


Why is she that interested in me though......


Ah, I hope she is not offended...please- don't walk over her......


After some time of acting casual, the lady finally turned her sight away.


Thank god...... Michio instantly let out a sigh of relieved, the tension building up finally came to an end...or was it?


No.

The Principal

He figured it was about time to reveal himself, the old man put on his tie and snapped both fingers. It's show time! From underneath the podium he appeared, who knew state of the art technology could do amazing stuff like this. The principal got in the most dramatic pose he could, but his back didn't allow it.

"Ouch!"

He rubbed his back and took out his cane, speaking into the microphone.

"Now I'm going to assume most of us are here now... Recently our school has been attacked by the Yakuza, but don't worry now, the police held them off. Truly, I am sorry for everything that has happened so far, all of you kids are so confused and-"

Steel wires appeared from seemingly nowhere, they entangled the old man rendering him incapable of movement.

"EXECUTION TIME!"

The voice of a highschool boy yelled out.

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A countless number of Gatling guns appeared from the roof, each of them pointed at the head of the old man. They started to spin, and before anyone could react, bullets flew across the room. The principal screamed in agony as he saw blood fly from his own body, but the bullets piercing straight through him would cause much more pain than his cries could express.

"HELP! I'M DYING, I'M FUCKING DYING!"

The Gatling guns ceased fire and disappeared, and the steel wires that immobilized the old man were gone. His body was still standing up, then a shadow from behind appeared out of the blue.

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"Surprise!"

A gunshot could be heard as a bullet from a high-power handgun pierced the head of the execution victim, his body hit the floor in a sea of his own crimson blood. The shadow from before revealed himself, and it appeared to be a highschool boy no older than the people around him.

"Was' up? Did'ya guys like the surprise? Nya ha ha! Ooooohhh man! Did you see the look on his face, 'Help, I'm dying, I'm fucking dying!' oh boy, was that fuckin' hilarious!"

The boy laughed for a few short moments then remembered he forgot to introduce himself.

"Oh yeah, my name is Monokumada. I AM YOUR NEW PRINCIPAL!"


@Blue Fire @oculusrefrain


@hyperfujis

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Hiro Michio & Aoi Yoko


Nothing seemed to make sense for everything that happened in such a short time. It was just like a clown show, but with much gore and violence. Michio knew that that's almost his limit before he was completely traumatized and petrified by fear. Blood...everywhere...... he could almost smell the metallic scent of the blood filling up the air.


No...what-just-happened......


He witnessed the old man gruesome death, and a lunatic appeared out of nowhere, he knew something was definitely off at this point.


Michio felt weak at his knees already, a sudden tight grip he felt on his hand soon caught his attention.


It was the little girl following him, holding his trembling hand tight while her body leaned closer to him.


He himself as a "big brother" was trembling already, he could imagine how traumatizing it is for the little young girl. That was when he noticed that he must stayed strong.


The little girl closed her eyes tightly, fear was written all over her pale face. The little girl was traumatized, Michio could felt how cold her hand is getting.


"I am sorry... I am sorry...I am sorry..."


It seemed like the girl was muttering about something, but he couldn't quite make out what the little girl's saying. Looking at the poor girl, he wasn't sure what to do, but he was worried, all he could do for now was to hold the little girl's hand tight.

 

[Dreamtique]

Location: Somewhere around the school......


Kyoko Aiko


"Where am I...where the hell am I......" Kyoko wondered around the school aimlessly.


"Damn it! Am I sup-posed to know my way to the gym!? I don't even know where am I!!! Just what the fuck is with all of these nonsenses!!!"


She was almost at her limit for her temper, seething anger and confusion, her anger meter was about to burst.


"I need to get a bath! I need to clean myself up! I can't go to that stupid "assemble" like this! I can't let anyone see me now!!! Arg!!!"


And there she goes, lost and smelly......

 

[Ibuki]

((I apologize for my slow responses.))





Arisu Sequenzia


Location: Gym

As the artist first stepped into the vicinity, she was fairly interested in the diversity of students around, ranging from those who looked gentle enough not to hurt a fly, and to those who looked intimidating, yet fascinatingly 'cool'. Initially, she would have expected an ordinary assembly, all the beginning of year prep talks that lasted hours and hours, rambling on about things she wasn't too intrigued by, though was still polite and obedient enough to listen all the way through without complaint. That was what 'normally' happened, though, since when was Hope's Peak ever considered to be 'normal'? Not like they knew yet, anyway.

She had spent her time observing the others, with a bright smile plastered over her face, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she merely watched around, and took notice of some decorations and other tiny objects around the gym, as there didn't seem to be anyone she wanted to talk to yet.


When the 'surprise' was executed, however, she was just as surprised as everyone else. Her eyes dilated, not daring to question the new, psychotic principal. Excitement was what she longed for, though she would've never expected something so extreme. A murder? How horrifying. She took several steps back, the despairing look of pure fear and desire to live had already been spread onto her expression. Arisu had thought about the idea of escape, however, with a scenario like this, that seemed rather unlikely. The bullets in the old man frightened her, though she was tolerant enough to at least able to look at it for a good, say, ten seconds or so, before glancing away again. The Ultimate Artist pulled down her hood a bit further, just to shield her eyes temporarily as she processed the new situation. On the bright side, there were other students alongside her, and surely, they'd be feeling the same anxiety. Or at least, most of them would've.

Zavier Satou


Location: Gym | Tags: @Entarriance

"I suppose. 'In-debt college student', you say? I'll consider it, though I don't recommend getting your hopes up. Telling me a dish you'd like would be appreciated."


It was a miracle that he had responded, despite being relatively far from the boy, during his hastened pacing.


Zavier saw it as misfortune that he was stuck with the SHSL Trickster. He saw it as misfortune that he was the one having to deal with him, when he was probably one of the least-suited people to do so. He was absolutely sure that somebody else, anybody else, in the building that moment would've been able to do a much better job than he was. The butler was fine with serving people, as long as he was properly paid, and they were actually related to his Master.


Mark, on the other hand, was a unique case. He had offered to cook something, yes, though it was out of politeness, and Zavier truly didn't have much of an intention of being so kind. Cooking was a rather fun activity for him, which is why he'd put it in his list of considerations. But for someone as rowdy as him, he wasn't too sure. Even then, Zavier had a difficult time trusting everything that the Trickster had to say.


As the other male finally seemed to have left him alone once they arrived at the gymnasium, the butler exhaled a massive sigh of relief, feeling quite satisfied to be left alone for a while. Unfortunately for him, the serenity hadn't lasted too long, as the short foreigner returned, pointing at something from a distance, and explaining the situation.


Straight-faced friend, he'd said. Zavier averted his gaze to the trap, just giving him a slight nod of acknowledgement. If the amber-eyed individual was able to deal with him for so long, then Zavier was certainly impressed. He needed tips and advice for handling the cheerful boy.


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Then, Monokumada and the old principal had materialized promptly, as the violent event of bullet-shooting executions transpired. Like many others had thought, it was definitely not a sight for sore eyes. It was gruesome and disgusting, the horrendous sight of it made the butler want to puke.


Zavier placed a hand over his mouth, closing his eyes as he backed up to a wall, away from the scene. He was attempting to be as calm as possible, tightly clutching onto the fabric on his chest, wrinkling his neat attire even more. He felt sick, and hated the sight of blood. Despite his overall appearance, he was squeamish. His expression stirred slightly, appearing uncomfortable at the grotesque execution site. His eyes remained shut for a long while, refusing to open them as his hand was glued onto his mouth from fear, shock, and surprise.


He believed that the police would've dealt with it soon, rationalizing that they couldn't have let a crazily insane murderer-brat out on the loose. He had hoped that they would've been saved from the tragedy, because somebody like Monokumada was not fit to be a principal.


Zavier was silent, as he wished for it to just end.

 

[Entarriance]

"Chess"


SHSL Hitman


Location: Gym


With / Near: Everyone

Similar to Matsuoda, the quick death of the old man was definitely a temporary shock, but nothing that they would have been scarred with. Chess had grown up experiencing death their entire life. It was almost like applying for a license, they spent a few years merely spectating others on missions before they could do it themselves. It wasn't the man's sudden death that surprised Chess, rather the usage of weapons. A gatling gun? Being able to retrieve one was already impressive, especially it being Model 1900s. The familiar cyclic multi-barrel design, facilitating it's rapid firing-reloading sequence was an anathema for any hitman to ever use. The fact that Chess had saw someone die, here, in a school environment, was a bit of a shock, but regarding the death itself. While remaining quiet, a girl with jet black hair spoke up confidently, without a bit of fear. Raising an eyebrow, she was either insane, or rational enough to deduce the next move in the child's rather, homcidally pleasant disposition. Letting their gaze drift up to the ceiling, Chess tried to see what they could come up with.





The old man declared himself as president, and Monokumada had requested for us to find him. Antecedently, every student was imprisoned in a room, before being gathered to the gym. So the boy must have something to say, especially with an act like that. Designating himself as president after a gruesome exhibition of brutality... and with that merry attitude...


"Your gatling gun setup remarkable, I will say, though it's a waste of bullets for something a bit, exuberant. Based solely on his appearance, you could tell that he's decrepit. Don't you think that's overkill? Are you so dastardly that you need And she's right. You won't murder such an easy collected assortment of individuals you just told to go to a gym minutes ago. That just isn't fun for you, is it?"


While Chess was unsure what the boy's intentions were, it was as clear as day that he wouldn't murder everyone right away. His unusual happiness meant that he was seeking something for enjoyment, as if this was a game to him. A game...


"... what game are you plotting?"


There was definitely something on this kid's mind. Sadism is too mellow of a term to describe him with. He used gatling guns to absoluetly slaughter an old man, who couldn't even defend himself in the situation. Not like Chess was completely opposed, perhaps the principle had done something in the past that Chess wasn't aware of. But it surely wasn't any sort of justification to commit absolute overkill and someone of his stance and age. But while Chess could say what they want, it wasn't a smart move to walk up outside of the group. They stood behind everyone, still closer towards the door. While the boy wasn't going to take out all of them, he sure wasn't someone Chess wanted to combat with by themselves. Taking out one student out of over 20 is very insignifigant, especially with a philosophy that lacks sonder. And it was a safe prediction to say that this kid definitely had a philosophy that lacked that.

 

[Kiseichu]

Monokumada & Co.

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"You wanna know the big idea Alex Cardona? It's the first sentence in the paragraph, didn't they teach you that in school!"

Their screams, oh how beautiful they are. It was music to his ears, watching all of them fall into Despair was his favorite past time. Perhaps it was about time to discuss the rules of the school? Now seemed like the best time to do it, probably break a mind or two.

"I forgot to introduce you to the staff we have here also!"

Monokumada snapped with both his hands.

"Before I start explaining the rules to the school, I'm going to introduce you to our lovely staff members! To my left is Pikakuma, he is the school counselor. You can snuggle him just in case you have a mental break down, and to my right is Monokuma. He is the vice principal."

Monokuma flashed everyone his claws and did his signature laugh, (Upupupupupupupu!) While Pikakuma made well... Pikachu noises.

"The rules to my school are very simple, none of you will be able to leave campus unless you can successfully kill a student and get away with it. The student that has murdered one of their classmates will be the 'Blackened', and a class trial will be held after a body is discovered. At the end of the class trial the students will then guess who the Blackened is, if they guess wrong, I will execute all of you and the Blackened gets to leave the school. If they guess right, only the Blackened gets executed. If nobody successfully murders someone and gets away with it by the end of this week, I will kill all of you. Is that very clear? Good, good, now I'm going to eat some doughnuts now, oh, and by the way. Most of you will notice that you don't have your phones anymore, I switched them with PDA's, they are your student handbooks. All the other rules are written in there, and if any of you have questions feel free to ask me."

@Blue Fire @oculusrefrain @hyperfujis
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[OnceDarkness]

Yuina "Yu" Nakajima


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Location: Gym


(Sorry for not posting guys, promise it won't happen again.)


She smiled when the maid woke up, finally, someone to talk to. Soon after an announcement was made, Yuina opened the door and lead the way (Don't know if the maid is following or not). The sight she saw when she entered the gym was gruesome enough to make her panic in fear, "W-WHAT THE FUCK?!" Fear, anger, and despair, those were here only emotions at the moment. It seemed like all hope was gone, and then the person who committed the vile deed explained the rules to the students. "No way, this is all some sick fucking joke! I call bullshit!"


(Also short post, writer's block again)

 

[Entarriance]

"Chess"


SHSL Hitman


Location: Gym


With / Near: Everyone

It seems like Chess' guess that it was a game wasn't entirely incorrect. As the new principal brought up his Vice, the rules to their little "game" had begun. From there, there was a lot of things that Chess could assume. First, none of them could escape. While Chess had never attempted to begin with, it was probably barricaded so that people couldn't get in, and nor could people get out. Why would you host a game that people could escape from? With the guns from the ceiling, there probably was various forms of technology planted around the school as well to prevent that. So help couldn't arrive from the outside, and nor could they alert the rest of the world. Second to that, the deceased old man mentioned the Yakuza. While Chess was rather up-to-date when it came to them and anything else related to mobs, perhaps it wasn't the Yazkusa in particular he was referring to. There was no way a small, presumptuous child was capable of commiting this all by himself. There had to be a larger mass involved. There couldn't just be one person to have captured this many people on their own. It was useless trying to play sleuth with that. However, the part that concerned Chess was the whole Battle Royale part of it. If no one died by the end of the week, than everyone would die. But if you somehow get away with murder, than you would be set free. It was an appealing offer, but Chess had nothing to go back to outside regardless. Their father most likely died of injuries, and the Gang probably passed leadership onto someone else much more capable of doing so.





"What's happening outside?"





Chess didn't bother to inquire whether or not help would arrive, since it was obvious that it wouldn't. Nor would Chess ask what would happen if they simply all refused. The concept of death wasn't foreign to Chess, they've definitely contemplated their own death a few times and how they would die. Everyone needs a dream worth dying for, or a death worth dreaming about, after all. But overall, it was an unusual situation to find themselves in. A life-or-death situation. It was always a burden to recieve missions, so now that Chess was finally free of that restraint, they didn't see a reason to kill someone else, even with the capability.


It was just, tedious.


But the main worry here was everyone else. The lack of appeal that Chess saw in it was definitely not the same for everyone else.


"No way, this is all some sick fucking joke! I call bullshit!"


A pretty face with light blue hair shouted, eyebrows angled in pure irritation and anger. A baseball player on a mixed team known for having quite an arm. She could simply smash someone's head with a baseball bat, and hard enough, that was enough to put them in a coma. It made sense for people not to believe it. It was definitely a rather indulgent offer to be provided with, and even worst of a scenario here. Reaching their hand into their pockets, they shifted around a little bit. Chess didn't feel anything earlier, though now that they've actually searched, it seems like there was something with a phone-like format in their pocket. Pulling it out, the screen blinked blue, and their actual name floated up onto the screen.


Tachioji Reija


SHSL Hitman


Knitting their eyebrows together, they quickly scrolled past to the rules. That wasn't a flattering title to hold.


The unfamiliar, neat text rolled along the screen, 7 rules stacking onto each other. It seems like the young boy wasn't lying.


6. A “culprit” who kills a fellow student will graduate the school. However, they must not let any other student know they are the culprit.


Scowling, Chess had no intention to cooperate with people here. There must have been at least one person among this crowd that's scheming to kill someone else, maybe even more. And there wasn't a chance Chess would want to find themselves dying at the hands of another. Once Monokumada has said what he needed and people have taken their time to ask questions, Chess would take it upon themselves to explore the building as it is. With no one currently present around the school, everyone gathered in the gymnasium, there wasn't any traps that could have been set unless it was in violation of one of the rules.

"MARK BARTON"

Before Mark could make sneaky comment as a response, an old man made his appearance up on stage. But just as quickly as he had came in, gatling guns shot themselves through the ceilings, sending an uncountable array of bullets through the man's body, piercing it and spraying an unpleasant sight of blood and gore. Trauma of his time in the mafia, his eyes widened as he watched the man crumble to the ground, a boy peering up from the podium instead, naming themselves as the new president.


Unfortunately, the only thing that Mark could do here was laugh. But not happily, at that.


With tears in his eyes, a painfully desperate look would come over his face, pressing his hand hard against the side of hsi face. Laughing, he fell to his knees, one hand gripping the side of his head as the other grabbed his stomach. He just watched someone die, right in front of him, and now this little boy was calling themselves the president. It didn't get any better as he went on to talk about murder, and how the only way to leave this place was to commit murder and get away with it. It was a lot of information for Mark to take in, and he took heavy breaths as he tried to calm himself, the hand on his stomach moving over to where his heart should be. It was beating loudly, pushing up against his chest. Gripping it hard over his hood, he took in what the boy had said.


Kill? You can get out if you kill someone?!


This was something definitely worth Mark's time, but even Mark couldn't seem to tell if he enjoyed it or was grief-strucken by it. Remaining on the ground, he managed to raise his gaze, pressing the hand that was on his head over his mouth, muffling out the sound of laughter. While he sure didn't enjoy laughing at it, it was almost a reflex for him to laugh instead of cry. Someone died in front of him, but not of old age, he was blasted to pieces with a gatling gun. All of them were going to die if someone commited murder and got away with it, but if someone didn't, all of them would die. If he... if he killed someone, and got away with it, could he get out?!


Looking around, many seemed just as grief strucken as him. The baseball player had called nonsense and lies, but simply witnessing someone's death was enough to snap Mark back into place about the reality. There definitely was going to be tension between everyone during the week, an air of distrust. Almost anyone could out-strength Mark, he wasn't very strong. He was strong enough for someone of his age, though he wasn't very tall, either. Was he seriously going to die here at the hands of someone else? Could he force a facade enough to defend himself? If he can't fight physically, could he defend himself socially and mentally?





"W-why are you doing this?!"

Location: Gym

With/Near: Everyone

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Scared and conflicted"


With: Everyone

Truly and honestly, Hatoyama could no longer believe her ears. Although the words of the demented child onstage seemed as if they were coming from a different world, she could still understand what this meant. If it wasn't already obvious from the old man's gruesome execution, it was clear now; they were no longer students here, they were prisoners. What was this now, some game? They were expected to kill each other or run the risk of dying?


...How trustworthy were the people here?


Hatoyama usually liked to believe in the goodness in people, but in a situation like this, it seemed much too dangerous. She hardly even knew these people, how could she possibly consider trusting them? Not to mention how easy a target she must look to any of the people in the room who would seriously consider killing someone else, considering her breakdown a few moments ago. She needed to compose herself and stop panicking right that instant. She needed to show these people that she wasn't someone who could just be picked off...


But maybe she was just letting her imagination run off without her again. Surely there was no way that any sane high schooler would consider killing someone else, right? But then again...


The young parapsychologist forced herself to stop thinking about it. It would only make her look more nervous, and the more nervous she looked, the more her reputation would drop. And if this 'murder game' was legitimate, she had a feeling that reputation would be everything.

Kenshin Miyake


Status: "Worried"


With: Everyone
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Miyake tried his best to understand the situation. The old man was killed, the kid came on stage to announce himself as their leader, two more terrifying creatures erupted from seemingly nowhere, and now they were expected to...kill each other? That sounded sort of ridiculous, but that old man's execution was too real to pretend that this couldn't be. Miyake looked around at the other people in the room and tried to assess their reactions; he couldn't tell conclusively who was taking this into consideration and who wasn't. Although the prospect of escape was certainly enticing--Miyake began to hug his scarf slightly, feeling a pang of homesickness overcome him--he was sure that he would never go to those lengths. But with the threat of death hanging over his head if nobody killed anyone else within a week, who knows what might happen? He could only hope that he wouldn't be a part of it somehow.


...Maybe he just needed to focus on looking around after he left. That might get his mind off of things.

 

[OnceDarkness]

Yuina "Yu" Nakajima
Location: Gym


With: @Blue Fire @oculusrefrain

(Figured out how to make pretty posts! Thanks Shark-senpai)


Yuina was angry without a doubt, her heart burned like a furnace, good thing nobody put some bread in there otherwise it would be burnt. She pushed away all other emotions that were useless in the current situation, baseball players gotta know how to keep their cool too. That would be a bit of an exaggeration, out of rage she threw her baseball bat at Monokumada and some exotic insults to the duo-chromatic principal. "Fuck you, Mr. Pajama-Wearing, Clype-Dreep-Bachle, Gether-Uping-Blate-Maw, bleathering, gomeril, scooner, midget, milk-suckling baby! You're nothing more than a teenager with a little fish!"


(If you know where the insults are from, then you must have heard about the new season coming up.)
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[Ammokkx]

Ayu's frown got even worse as Monokumada promptly ignored her and decided to answer some black-haired boy in the back of the room. How rude! "Wow, great principal you make." Ayu had scoffed, turning up her nose and turning around. Monokumada had explained the rules to everyone, leading to even more freak-out compared to before. The girl didn't quite understand herself. The person who did seem to udnerstand was Yaeger, who's shock increased ten fold. He couldn't believe he had to murder people! This must've been some kind of sick joke. The boy stepped away from Ayu and a little more towards the main stage, drawing a deep breath. "Like hell I'll murder someone for you!" Yaeger screamed without fear, fists clutched. "If i had to choose between murder or staying, I'd rather stay! I have no desire to be a part of your game! And... and I'll use my talent to keep people alive, if necessary! You got that?!" The boy had declared this all with confidence, aiming his finger at the podium.


Ayu nearly vomited at the grandstanding. Was he trying to be cool or something? Pathetic. She turned on her heel and walked away from the sight, more towards the rest of the room. Some blue-haired chick was having the time of her life throwing insults, the black haired boy from earlier was checking that... device and the rest looked scared. Maybe this was a good time. Ayu also took a deep breath. "Unlike that grandstanding idiot, I wouldn't have the aversion to murdering any of you given the right reason. That's all," she said to everyone. And with that Ayu also wormed her way through the crowd, looking for a corner to open her PDA in. Much like Chess, she decided to read up on the rules. Upon opening the thing, however, she saw her actual talent on the screen. Liar. She'd have to make sure nobody saw this thing.

 

[Dreamtique]

Hiro Michio & Aoi Yoko


"What!? What does this mean? I-Is this some kind of murdering game!?" The young man muttered with a weak voice, he couldn't stand the raising level of adrenaline in his body, he could hear his heart drumming in his ears already. Beads of cold sweat were starting to drip down his forehead.


Murder......game......?


The little girl slowly opened her eyes and raised her head up, staring at the lunatic standing right in front of them, with her eyes locked on them, starting to listen intently. The fear on her face vanished completely, and was replaced by an emotionless stare.


It was as if the girl had completely forgotten what she just saw, and could even ignore the pile of flesh and splattered blood all over the place without being bothered and distracted by the slightest bit, it seemed like she was focusing on listened to the asymmetrically dressed lunatic's nonsense speech.


W-wait...does she feels better now?


"Um...hey. Hey. "


"Hey, little girl. "


He tried to bring her attention to him, but there was no response from the little girl who was staring in front blankly.


Staring at the little girl who was holding hand with him, he couldn't come up with anything to say, despite his long stare on her and his multiple attempts of greeting, the little girl didn't seem to be distracted, and was completely absorbed in the speech.


It was sure a weird for such a sudden major change to happen, but at least the little girl didn't seem to panic for now......


Should he really be happy about this though?

 

[Ibuki]

Arisu Sequenzia


Location: Gym | Tags: e v e r y o n e

She slowly lifted up her hoodie, for her eyes to trail around the ongoing events throughout the gymnasium. Practically everybody was terrified. Some were noticeably trembling in fear, some were shouting in anger, and others were rationally analyzing the situation. Arisu was almost impressed with how frightening yet comical the Hope's Peak staff were, in terms of appearance. Pikakuma and Monokuma seemed just as childish as Monokumada was, and she decided at that moment, that there was

no way in hell that she would've asked any of them for advice. School counselor? Vice principal? Yeah, no. Last time she checked, school staff weren't supposed to be psychopathic murderers who enjoy watching grotesque killings for a living.


Desperately, she wanted to return home. She was looking forward to attending the Academy, though her feelings have changed in the course of just several hours, or at least, that was what it felt like to her. The idea of murder was new, and despite how supposedly "interesting" it was, it was a bit too extreme, even for Arisu.


The artist rummaged through her jacket pockets, finding the PDA inside. She took several breaths before clicking it on, scrolling through the rules, as did some others. It felt like a dream; a reverie far too realistic to be considered a dream, however. Being able to read the guidebook seemed to calm her slightly, although the situation was inevitably scary nonetheless. She gripped onto the device tightly, in a quiet, mentally-panicky state. Arisu had no plan to survive. Being able to produce art wasn't much of a talent to help with a murder-mystery scenario, when lives were at stake. She was honestly open to 'friends' and teaming up with others, but because of how little she knew about her classmates, it was difficult to find somebody that perhaps would've been trustworthy, loyal, and amiable.

Zavier Satou


Location: Gym | Tags: e v e r y o n e

Murder: the killing of one human being by another.

Zavier felt sick just being inside the building, with approximately twenty other students that were in the same boat as he, drowning in despair. More than ever, he felt as though he needed to stick by himself, away from all the others. People were selfish. They were distrustful. In his negative, unpleasant state, he thought that there was no way that he'd make it out and survive. Zavier hated the sight of blood. Attempting a murder would've been difficult, in more ways than one.


All he wanted was to attend normal classes, with normal people, and normal instructors teaching. Returning home to be enslaved in more butler work would've sounded like a brighter alternative than the murder conjunction he wounded up in.


He slowly opened his eyes, to take a brief glance at the other introduced staff. Pikakuma and Monokuma. Great, they seemed just as silly as Monokumada, though Zavier knew well not to insult their appearance, for they had deadly weapons and other insane junk with them.


Zavier was in no mood to read the PDA's rule section. He wanted to leave the gym, perhaps to head straight to his dorm to fret and plan, or back to the kitchen to cook something up to ease his unnerve. Anywhere underpopulated would've seemed ideal.


The butler shut his eyes once more, an uncomfortable expression remaining.

 

[Kiseichu]

Monokumada & Co

His eyebrows shifted into an angry expression when a baseball bat flew past him.

"Hey! You better watch that baseball bat you blue haired smurf!"

After that, he prepared himself to destroy everyone's previous philosophy, starting with Phoenix Ayu and Yuniche Yaeger, two shorties that managed to get on his nerves. What they both said was lame, Phoenix trying to be tough while that Yaeger kid tried to hold on to a sliver of hope.

"You? Staying? Hah! I'd like to see you say that when you see your own classmate MURDERED in front of your very eyes... And you, Ms. Midget Ayu, I like your attitude. Now, if anyone wants to scream please do so after forming a rock band. If any of you like to shut yourself away from the outside world by not listening to what I have to say, then I have some Monokumada brand ear muffs, just make sure you don't push the red button because it'll explode, nya ha ha!"

He pulled out a remote control and turned on the giant monitor above him. It played a video featuring the outside of the school in all it's glory, sunshine and children playing.

"See that? THAT'S YOUR SUNSHINE, ISN'T IT? NYA HA HA!"

Monokumada started becoming erratic by laughing like a psycho, but it's not like he already was a psycho anyways.

"If you want that sunshine... THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO TAKE IT FROM YOUR CLASSMATES! STAB THEM IN THE BACK, SLIT THEIR THROATS, RIP OUT THEIR INTESTINES, BREAK THEIR BONES, SAW OFF THEIR LEGS, TEAR OFF THEIR FLESH, SCOOP OUT THEIR EYEBALLS, AND WATCH AS THEIR BLOOD OOZES OUT OF THEIR LIMP, LIFELESS BODIES! YES, THAT IS WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT, RIGHT!?"

What happened next was utterly too crazy to be real, blood started to slowly pour down from the walls, it was almost as if the room itself was bleeding. A perfect moment of chaos, too bad they'll have to leave soon.

(If you guys want, you may now leave the gym.)

@Blue Fire @oculusrefrain @hyperfujis @DaniBot
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[bababooye]

Takuma Takahashi


Location: Gym/ on his way to kitchen

Takuma did what he could do. He watched and he listened. The world around him was going crazy. Some students started talking back to monokumada. And many of them weren't even fazed by the death of the old man. What have I gotten myself into? Takuma covered his face with his hands. This is just a bad dream. I mean, it can't be real. The game, the bear, even the fucking pokemon. I just have to wake up. Yeah, just pinching myself really hard will wake me up. After that thought he proceeded to pinch himself really hard on the arm. It was to no avail. It's real then. The sudden realization made him numb. He took his hand off his face only to see the walls of the gym being covered with red liquid, similar to blood. Takuma looked at the crazy scenery in front of him with empty eyes. He lifted up the bottle in his hand, and took a big gulp of the drink. The warm sensation made him feel better. "Ahhh.." He turned around and opened the door leading to the corridor. "The drinks are on the house today." He left and strolled slowly in the direction of a kitchen.​

 

[Lady Midnight]

~ Sehema Rijinder ~

- SHSL Archer -

"Ugh....Peasants...."

Location:Classroom to Gym

Sehema stared at the acceptance letter at the dinner table of her family's estate. Hope's Peak Academy.... She thought to herself as she continued to read the letter with her father and stepmother looking on. Nicolas Rijinder couldn't help but to show his only daughter a bright grin. He had heard of the prestigious academy that only accepted the best of the best, so he couldn't help but to beam at his daughter. Maria Rijinder flashed her stepdaughter a smile while their dinner was being served to them. "It's such a huge honor isn't it? Congratulations Sehema..." Hearing the words of her stepmother caused Sehema to glance up from the letter with a smirk. Despite how she felt towards her stepmom, she did admit that she deserved it. The blonde haired teenager placed the letter down and looked up. "Well of course I would get selected. It's only natural. I mean, greatness is in my blood." She spoke to her stepmother as the family began to eat. In the morning, the young lady would find herself on the earliest flight to Japan to begin her life as a student at Hope's Peak Academy.

The next day, she would leave the airport and hop into a limousine heading straight for the school. As she rode in the back, she felt her hand reach up to her neck and touch the necklace that dangled from her neck. It was the same necklace her mother had given her the day before her birthday.

Thank you mother....

Sehema knew that she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her, so honoring her memory was part of the reason Sehema had decided to attend the Japanese school. As the limo reached the front of the school, Sehema got out and stared at the great school. So this was the school that guaranteed success to whoever graduated? It looked pretty impressive, but she really didn't need this school to succeed. She could already do that on her own. With her confidence and head held high, Sehema Rijinder took her first steps into the school only to be hit with a sudden wave of nausea and the overwhelming urge to throw up. "W...What the hell is this?!" She asked before falling on her knees and breaking into a cold sweat feeling light headed. She then felt the weight of her body leaning backwards as she blacked out in the middle of the corridor.

Once she woke up after what seemed to be several hours, she found herself on the floor of an empty classroom with her head throbbing in pain. She winced as she held her head getting up. "W..What the hell happened?" She hissed and looked around. Why was she in a classroom and more importantly, why was she left on the floor like some sort of trash? Sehema tried to assess the situation of the empty room and spotted another girl like herself with lilac hair with some sort of gothic dress still unconscious. She squinted her eyes seeing that her form looked strangely familiar, but now wasn't the time to ponder on such matters. She figured she would walk outside and get the nurse to see if she was concussed in any way. As she gripped the door handle, her eyes widened in shock to find that the door had been locked from the outside. "What the hell is going on here?! Let me out! You can't do this to me!" The archer yelled as she started banging on the door waiting for someone to respond. After screaming and hitting the door for a few more minutes, Sehema figured out that her efforts were all in vain.

She stepped back huffing and noticed a crude drawing on the blackboard. "Despair History? What sick joke is this?" The blonde's temper began to flare again and once again, she found herself banging on the door and making empty threats until a strange voice echoed through the classroom. From the announcement it seemed like there were others locked in rooms throughout the school, if this was the school. After the voice was silenced, she tried the door again to find that it had been unlocked. She swung the door open causing it to slam into the wall allowing an angry and annoyed Sehema to march down the hallway huffing with each breath. She swung the double doors to the gym open and glanced at the gym full of students, most of which appeared to be female. At the sight of the principal, Sehema stormed up front with her finger pointed upwards ready to demand the man to tell her where the fuck they were, but was silenced as she heard the same annoying voice as before.

Seeing the principal restrained caused Sehema to back up to a safe distance right before the Gatling gun came down and pelted the helpless old man with bullets. She held a stone like face watching an actual murder happen right in front of her, her eyes glued to the bullet ridden corpse which had been their principal. What the fuck was going on here? She had expected some sort of prank, but an actual murder? Was someone holding them for random to gain some kind of money? Once Monokumada revealed himself, she wanted nothing more to get out. Once the speech was done, Sehema was one of the first people out the door going to investigate the other rooms to try to find anything.

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@Blue Fire @oculusrefrain @Ryik

 

[Ryik]

Spoiler

SHSL Swagger​

Nearby players: Everyone, @Schwagnatt in particular


Location: Gym>Kitchen, following Takuma

Alex "Seth Ryder" Cardona


The temptation to run up to the cheeky little asshole and bust his face in is overwhelming. You know better though. Both his appearance before you all and the Gatling guns make it pretty clear that that's not an option.


You loathe to admit it, but you're already considering strategies to his pathetic little game. You must say, a game like this does not favor you. Your specialty is literally the opposite of stealth. They say there's a first time for everything, but just thinking that way fills you with a feeling of disgust. For a while, you just stand there, ruminating on the situation in which you have been thrust. You never imagined you'd personally have to deal with a kidnapping situation with a lunatic, but here you are. There's just so much you want to say and all of it is meaningless.


You hear the phrase, "the drinks are on the house today." At that point, all other concerns become null, and you follow the promise of booze out of the gym. Frankly, if there was ever a time you needed some alcohol, it was now. You can freak out as you please while you're buzzed.


You don't actually know who this Bartender is, but if you have the SHSL Bartender among you...


You rush to catch up with the only person here that's taller than you, putting a hand on his shoulder as to walk alongside him. "You a bartender, eh?"

 

[Kiseichu]

Ayaka & Shiro Watanabe

Location: Gym --> Kitchen


With: @Schwagnatt @Ryik

Red = Shiro

Pink = Ayaka

Purple = They are speaking simultaneously

They are currently dressed up as Ayaka


(Right)





Ayaka and Shiro look off into space for a while before hearing Monokumada mention something about a murder game and their PDA's. On their PDA's were their real names and talent. Twins, that was correct.


"May the killing games begin."





They both said at the same time. Their faces didn't change much, they weren't exactly shocked that'd come to this because normally when you are in a hostage/kidnap situation, it's only normal for the cat (Kidnapper) to play with his food (The kidnapped) before he eats (Kills) them. The twins made their way to the kitchen, following Takuma with the mention of booze, of course they weren't going to drink any, but they'd see if they could take advantage of anyone who was drunk. Ayaka and Shiro were sort of creepy while following Takuma, probably because they were twins dressed the same way.
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[Kiseichu]

Alouette Martel


Location: Gym --> (Stalking Sehema)


With: @Blue Fire @oculusrefrain

"As expected."


Alouette scanned the area around her, recognizing quite a few of her fellow classmates. There was Alex Cardona, the SHSL Swagger, man what a stupid title, and Arisu Suquenzia, SHSL artist, Zavier Satou, SHSL butler, Yuina Nakajima, SHSL Baseball Pitcher, and a few more who she didn't know about. The two that piqued her interest the most were Sehema Rijinder, and that 'Chess' guy. It took her a little while to decide who she'd follow, but in the end she chose Sehema.


That's right, she remembered working on the case of her mother's murder, that was quite a while ago. She set those thoughts aside, Alouette was surprised that nobody noticed her for the entire assembly, strange. Perhaps her title should have been SHSL Invisible, that would've been much more suiting than SHSL Investigator.
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[OnceDarkness]

Yuina "Yu" Nakajima
Location: Gym - Transitioning to Kitchen


With: @Blue Fire In remembrance of Kiyo.)



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[Blu3]

Yamamoto Tachibana

Feeling: Weird


Location: Kitchen


With: Most people

Yama kinda followed Tamuka for reasons unknown. He looked at the PDA looking at the rule's and his room. He was also thinking of his best friends from home. There is Ike, Kinjin, And Alexis (in memory of the last rp) and he missed them all.

(Thank you @OnceDarkness )​

 

[Oculus Refrain]

???? Tokishio Hiroko

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Hiroko slumped to the ground, crawling away from the door for a couple meters and pulled her hoodie over her head, fear fading as embarrassment flooded her senses. She was surprised how few reacted with complete panic like she had, a few were even level headed as far as she could tell. Then again, this is a school the recruits the best of their skill in their age. If this were a sinking ship, she would level headed as all can be, but what kind of skill could mentally prepare to watch someone be torn to shred via an automatic weapon. The whole killing game aspect only made her more wary of her fellow classmates. If someone could watch a display like that and not want to run for the hills, then they must not think twice about the death of others.


After sitting balled up while listening to the annoying murder and thinking through all this, she finally brought back her normal cool demure, though her first impressions putty much had gone belly up. She reminded herself of one the first lessons in diving. Panic only leads to death. Keep a calm, meditative mindset when going past that "happy breath". In a sense, the same could be applied to this situation.


Taking a few minutes to meditate on those words, she finally got up, pulled her hood off her head, took a final deep breath before taking the metaphorical dive.


"Oi, wait up!" She called out to a small group heading out, holding a sense of calm to herself. "I don't want to be in her with that freaking little shit longer than I have to. Plus, wouldn't it be better to stay in groups?"


@ Anyone