Danganronpa Main RP Thread

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Reluctant"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt

"Um...alright." Although she didn't want to go first by any means, she supposed it would only be polite if she did now that Takuma was holding the door open for her. In any normal situation she would have planted her heels and commenced a 'no, after you' back and forth, but now probably wasn't the time or place for mucking around. She left out into the hallway, then, looking around. It certainly looked like the halls at Hope's Peak--or, at least, what she assumed they looked like--but that still didn't answer why she woke up in the infirmary with two boys, a bottle of expensive liquor, and no memory of what happened leading up to that. "I just hope that that question gets answered before my imagination runs any further with it..."

 

[Blu3]

Yamamoto Tachibana

Feeling: Weirded Out

Location: Hallway's going to the gym

With: @Kitmo the Kittymonk @Schwagnatt

Yamamoto was really weirded out by all that was happening. He noticed the Infirmary was unlocked now but something was still in his mind. Why did they have those index card's and why did they say the stuff they did. No matter now they could now leave the infirmary. "Thank you very much Takuma." He exited out of the Infirmary and started is way to the Gym
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[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Fine, for now"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt

Hatoyama began on her way to the gym with the two boys who had been in the infirmary with her, deep in thought all the while. At least she hadn't met anyone unreasonable yet; Takuma seemed very nice, and while the message around Yamamoto's neck was a little bit....erm...awkward, he didn't seem to be a bad person. If she was to meet the rest of her class soon, she could only hope that they would be the same. While she had a lot of patience for the sort of people that most wouldn't tolerate, there was a chance that someone she would meet at this school would rub her the wrong way somehow. Perhaps the person who locked her in the infirmary with two boys and laid their hands on her while she was sleeping. In fact, definitely that person. They'd have to give her a damn good reason for doing something so weird before Hatoyama would consider forgiving them.

 

[bababooye]

Takuma Takahashi

Location: Hallway/Gym

After two of his new acquaintances went out of the room, he took a deep breath and looked at the bottle. I can't distract myself. Maybe I can drink later... just a little. He went out of the infirmary and quickly caught with Shiori and Yamamoto. The walk seemed a bit awkward, so Takuma started the conversation. "Shiori, you are a parapsychologist, right?" Without waiting for a response he added. "I'm sorry, but could you explain to me what does a parapsychologist do? I can't quite wrap my head around it. Is it an alternative to normal paychology?" His head turned to Yamamoto. "Oh, and you Mr. Yamamoto. You are a Therapist. So, do you go and listen to people's problems, while they lay on a big sofa? Sorry, if I offended you, but that's what I visualize when I think "Therapist"."
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@Blue Fire @Kitmo the Kittymonk

 

[Ibuki]

Arisu Sequenzia


Location: Classroom - Transitioning to Gym | Tags: @Blue Fire @Kiseichu @Ammokkx

Arisu's attention shifted over to the static-filled PA system, paying heed to the "high schooler" and their broadcasted announcement, sighing at the first bit of information about doughnuts and old men, seeming quite unnecessary to her. The second half, on the other hand, was much better. She was relieved to hear the doors clicking, being able to finally leave the classroom, also curious about what the gym would've been like, and the surprise, too. So far, Hope's Peak was

somewhat meeting her expectations.


She glanced over to Aioki, then at the twins she hadn't spoken to. Then around, she also noticed a female near the chalkboard, and finally, a male sitting around in serenity, among others in the classroom. It had struck her as odd, realizing how there was literally only one boy in the entire classroom.


Though instead of a 'normal' reaction, Arisu simply laughed, albeit quietly. There was no way that Hope's Peak was a female-dominant academy, or at least, it wasn't what she was told.


"The gender imbalance right now... It certainly isn't suspicious at all." she softly joked, murmuring to herself. She stood up, and headed for the door, twisting the knob open and calmly exiting the classroom. "Gym, right? Better get going." the artist added, to nobody in particular. Her fragile rabbit ears flopped behind her as she ambled.

Zavier Satou


Location: Kitchen - Transitioning to Gym | Tags: @Entarriance

Initially, Zavier showed the slightest hint of frustration at the locked door, clenching his right fist by his side. Being locked in the kitchen with such a bright, bubbly boy was honestly a nightmare for the butler. He let out a long, exasperated sigh, hating to deal with such things, though he endured it. Indeed, it wasn't a good sign at all.

At the mention of a camera, in which he hadn't noticed among others, he averted his gaze to it, watching as Mark waved to whoever was on the other side. It seemed like a idiotic choice, accompanied with his arching grin. A hostage situation definitely wasn't a pleasant scenario, which urged his desire to leave even more, as far away from the shorter male as he could be.


"A two man show, with you? I'd rather not." he murmured under his breath, finally glancing back at the foreigner. The fact that Zavier would've been stuck with him for the rest of the year as students of Hope's Peak Academy was not something he was looking forward to.


Zavier made a small gesture to his fancy attire, though it was still a bit wrinkled. "Yes, I'm also enrolled, as the SHSL Butler."


After hearing the boy's SHSL title, he couldn't help but to think that he was far from trustworthy, despite Mark claiming that he hadn't known what the alias was supposed to mean, and his overall positive demeanor. 'Trickster? It gives me all the more reason not to stick by someone like you, Mark.' he thought, deciding that it shouldn't have been something to be said aloud.


As the PA system went off, Zavier carefully paid heed and listened in to the important announcement, noting down even the useless parts during the beginning within his mind. Doughnuts? Old man? Weird. He wasn't all that excited for the 'surprise', though he was relieved to finally be able to leave the kitchen, after hearing the audible clicking noise around the metal.


One last time, he looked back at the Trickster, before quietly pushing open the door, politely holding it out for him. It was part of his job as a butler to express such 'manners', though he had hoped it wouldn't have been misunderstood. Zavier still wasn't too fond of him, after all. He had planned to never speak to him again after reaching the gym, though he knew that probably wasn't going to be the case.

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Fine, for now"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt

Hatoyama's thoughts were cut short when she was presented with a question; a question she got often, actually. It wasn't often that someone heard her title and immediately understood what it was that she studied. "Actually, parapsychology doesn't have much to do with psychology," she explained. "I investigate paranormal and psychic phenomenon so I can make theories that explain why they happen in a way that other sciences can't. A lot of people don't believe that parapsychology is a legitimate kind of science, but I say that they're wrong. I've seen some things that would make all of the skeptics quake in their boots and question reality." That's why Hatoyama felt as if she had no reason to be as afraid as she was in that moment; after all of the phenomenon she'd had to investigate over the last few years, it didn't make any sense for her to be afraid of some stupid prank. If anything, she should be the brave one out of the three of them, not the one who was too scared to do so much as leave the infirmary.

 

[Entarriance]

"Chess"


SHSL Hitman


Location: Gym


With / Near: USER=54390]@Blue Fire

And so starts Chess' worst day ever.


Chess, always struggled when it came to talking to people. As the speakers blared out in a young, maybe not even a high schoolers voice, as playful and as merry as ever, elevator music followed along after it's struggle. The childish voice from the speakers simply raised anxiety in Chess' heart. No, there is no way that someone with that demeanor and articulation could be their perpetrator. But it was the thing that made the most sense here. This couldn't be just a normal hostage situation, it had to be some sort of game. A sick joke that was planned out beforehand. Eyebrows knitted together, Chess looked in direction of the door, and as they had both feared and desired, the distinct clicking meant that the door that was previously locked must have opened. People were soon going to flood in, and whether it be similar vigilantes and criminals to that in the gym was the worst case scenario that Chess could have viewed. Looking around the gym surrounding one more time, was there anything that Chess could have used to protect themselves here. What could happen, possible Chess could be swarmed, perhaps outstrengthed by many. They were confident that they could restrain one person, though when it came to multiple, that was another story. Shaking their head, the bleachers were organized in a fashion that looked more like a stadium than bleachers - the prosperity of Hope's Peak never ceasing to amaze them. Pushing themselves away from the group that they had conversed with, they went straignht for the door. Chess has seen a lot of things in their lifetime, and there was a lot they were relatively informed on. If teenagers known for a specific skill were to soon all pour into this room, at least Chess could make use of a sharp discernability to identify who they could.


Quietly opening the door, the first group of faces that they saw was, an unusual trio. A kind looking girl with choppy disheveled hair that fell a little below her chest Chess could recognize as Shiori Hatoyama, an impressive Parapsychologist that went as far as to change the legitamacy of real science itself. The next face Chess couldn't recognize, he had light hair that swept over one of his two brightly blue eyes. The man was fairly tall as well, stretching maybe even a foot or so over Chess, which could definitely serve as a threat. Though his gentle, composed expression as he conversed with the other two spoke otherwise. The third man was also someone Chess couldn't identify, platinum blonde hair that almost seemed white swaying as he walked. On the other hand, his height next to the other man still made him look ridiculously short, possibly around the range of 5 or so feet? 170 centimeters is the average that Chess had come to be able to identify purely on physique along, though it's not like they were going to ask.


Not rather fond of people, Chess only delivered a sharp, frigid glare towards the trio. How could they take the three of them out if they were a threat? They seemed to be chatting amongst themselves, though perhaps this was the perpetrator? No, it wouldn't make sense. The entire building was alerted to go to the gym, so this should be normal. The first one that Chess would have to take out would have been the taller man, who towered over both themself and the two around him. While he was tall, it could give Chess the advantage here of flexibility in motion. And then..


".. tch."


Whether that was directed to the three of them, it was up to interpretation. Opening the other door wide too, at least give Chess a range of vision to whoever was coming in. Nervousness raced from their throat all the way to their finger tips, a light tingling feeling set onto whatever they touched. Taking deep breaths to maintain their composure, both doors to the gym were now wide open, presenting students with the mess of a gang territory that the gym was.


"Welcome to hell, the three of you."

"MARK BARTON"

Ooh, donuts, maybe there were more somewhere!


He thought he heard the butler murmur, but not being able to catch it, it seems he was more focused in listening to what the broadcasted voice had said. The voice was distinctly young, and it was far from anything that Mark had imagined from intimidating. An old man wandering around? Maybe it was a fun game of hide-and-seek or something! The kitchen door appeared to unlock, and of course, Zavier's first move was to open the door. Looking back, he kept holding out the door, not coming to Mark's mind a fair bit after that he was holding out the door. The concept was rather foreign to Mark, never having been treated with civilties from the day that they were born unless they were someone else. Their boisterous and effervescent mask would falter for a second, a heavily confused scowl conferred instead.


"..."


A second after, he brought his hand over to his mouth, laughing as he edged himself through the door, rocking back and forth on his heels waiting for Zavier to follow- er, go to the gym as well. It was obvious that his actions seemed to be ticking the man off, or at least pushing some buttons that no one should touch. But to be eccentric was a lot funner than being gloomy, it didn't take much effort! As if his earlier astonishment hadn't happened, he took small hops and skips edging himself to the gym, as if waiting for the butler to catch up.


"Nifty! You can cook! The last thing I cooked I had to be sent to the hospital for and eventually court for causing major burns to 3 people! Oh, can you make donuts? Maybe that'll make super all-powerful omniscient narrarator happy!"


There was bound to be more people that Mark was going to encounter while going to the gym, and if not, the gym should have already had people populating it. Whether or not that'd be a drawback for Mark to keep up his act, well, that was a bridge soon to be crossed. However, what the intention of all of them here, as well as the vague instructions given by the speakers definitely piqued Mark's interest. It was going to be surely a fantastic year.

Location: Kitchen > Gym

With/Near: @Ibuki

 

[Blu3]

Yamamoto Tachibana

Feeling: Weirded Out

Location: Hallway's going to the gym

With: @Kitmo the Kittymonk @Schwagnatt

"Well I guess that's what you could say but they don't have to the could just talk to me anywhere but I'm used to it because my siblings would always vent there problems to me." Yamamoto who started to go a little faster so he could get to the gym faster




Aioki Jioto

Feeling: Weirded out


Location: Classroom


With: @Ibuki @Ammokkx @Kiseichu

Aioki looked up at the screen and watched the annoucenment and was way to weired out. "Yeah the Gender Balance is very weird and lets get to the gym."
​

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Absolutely terrified beyond all comprehension"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt, @Entarriance, @Dreamtique, @Knot, @hyperfujis, @Ryik

Upon entering the gymnasium, Hatoyama's breath hitched as she felt her entire body seize up in fear. This was much different than your average ghost story. This gymnasium was literally filled with all sorts of outlaws and generally terrifying individuals, none of whom she recognized in the slightest. Did that girl on the stage have guns in her hands!? The only slight comfort to the situation was the school emblem on the floor, confirming for an absolute fact that this was, indeed, Hope's Peak Academy. There was no way that the school was taken over by any sort of criminal organization, of course. Not a secure and well-maintained place like Hope's Peak. She barely even heard what the person in front of her--who looked equally as dangerous as the rest of the gym's occupants, but only marginally less terrifying--had said as she once again became entirely encompassed in her thoughts. Her overactive imagination began to take over, and it took all of her will to break herself out of her irrational worrying. She was a scientist, she needed to act like one and stop giving weight to baseless fears that didn't make any sense. "What is this...?" she questioned in barely a whisper, taking a step away from the new person in front of her. "Why are there so many criminals...? What's going on...!?"

 

[bababooye]

Takuma Takahashi


Location: Gym

Takuma listened very intently to both of his peers. Ahhh... People sure love to talk about themselves. At the bar, this was his biggest advantage. Just let people talk about themselves and be focused at what they are talking about. Many hours could pass by without him saying much. "I see. So ghosts are your passion. Maybe you should be called the Ultimate Ghostbuster." He chuckled. "Oh, but I'm sorry if that comment was insensitive of me." He wanted to continue the conversation, but the three of them walked into the gym. It was pretty spacious and had a Hope's Peak Academy crest in the center. That's a pleasant change of color. He looked around and saw all kinds of wierd people around, many of them seemed very dangerous. He knew he had to thread carefully here. "Welcome to hell, the three of you." He heard from the afar. He looked for a source of the voice and he spotted a black haired boy, with a very feminine face. Hmmm... Unsure how to respond to the boys words Takuma started his normal introduction "Um. My name is Takuma Takahashi and I'm a bartender... Well, in this situation SHSL Bartender. Me and my friends here-" He gestured at Yamamoto and Shiori. "-woke up in an infirmary unsure of where we are. I'm sure you're just confused as we are, but maybe you could give us some insight on what happened to you? And why would you refer to this place as 'hell'?" He noticed that Shiori taking a step back. He moved in to cover her up. "Don't be afraid." He said quietly with reassuring tone.
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@Blue Fire @Entarriance

 

[Ammokkx]

Ayu's ears perked up when she heard an announcement, figuring it was important. She'd expected something about a ransom or whatever. To her surprise, that wasn't what it was about. Instead, whatever shrill voice was on the other end of that microphone nudged them all to meet in the gym. "Well. Looks like my hostage theory is a little off," the girl said in an almost bored tone as she jumped up from the desk she was leaning forward on. Ayu looked around again to see that weird purple-haired chick making a move towards the door and opening it. "Great idea, just listening blindly to what the kidnappers say." Ayu ironically remarked, following close behind. "Can't say we've got other options, though," the girl affirmed. She turned her head around when a smaller girl spoke up, commenting on the gender balance. "Yes, yes. We know that whoever kidnapped us has a penchant for little girls. Oh, thanks for giving me your name by the way. Appreciate it," she snarked at Aioki. Sheesh, the only name Ayu did know was of that Yuniche kid. Speaking of which, said kid also mentioned the Super High School Levels. So everyone here had a talent, if she had to wager a guess. Just so happens that there's more females than males in the bunch. Why was that? Phoenix Ayu started to ponder a lot of things as she snuck into the hallway, briskly walking past Arisu and ignoring her outright.


Yaeger was a bit dumbfounded as he sat back and watched Ayu be... well, downright mean. That girl didn't come across as very... Charming. Still, she'd left the room. Nothing the boy could complain about. "Well... We should probably get going, too." Yaeger tried to spur those who remained in the room into action. It seemed to be just the twins, him, the brown haired girl and someone who seems to have just woken up. Elevator music also started playing, which wasn't something that the boy expected. He reached for the goggles hanging around his neck, pulling them over his eyes ad tightening the strap to his head. It was more of a comfort thing than anything else. "Well... I'll be going ahead, then." Yaeger flatly shared with the rest of the room, turning around and heading towards the door as well. He put both his hands in his pockets and took his time, walking at a slow and calm pace. His sandals were a bit squeaky though. Not overly loud or annoying by any means, just something that kept his mind for wandering off. He took in the surroundings, admiring the walls of Hope's Peak. It sure was fancy in here...

 

[Ibuki]

Zavier Satou


Location: Transitioning to Gym | Tags: @Entarriance // other people

Zavier raised an eyebrow at the other boy, thinking that perhaps something was wrong, for him to be laughing like so, almost seeming maniacal to the butler's standards. Though, at the same time, he figured that it was normal for an eccentric individual such as Mark, and waved it off as something not to worry about-- not like he should be involving himself to such an extent, anyway.

He closed the kitchen door behind him, and began ambling by the Trickster's side for a while, as they headed to the gymnasium. Zavier was fairly quiet for a while, even going as far as to take a few steps, and to speed up his pacing just to be further away from him, though he did end up answering the inquiry, a small distance away while taking larger strides forward.


"Sounds rather... reckless of you. Yes, I can make doughnuts quite well, though I don't have the intention of making them just for the sake of another person's happiness." he coldly responded, walking just a tad bit faster and picking up the hastened pace.


There were lots of people that Zavier didn't like. Mark was part of that list, of course, and wasn't leaving anytime soon.


As they finally arrived at the gymnasium, he had noticed the congregation of students, sighing at the density of people. The butler briefly glanced around his new surroundings, executing a quick look at all the SHSL kids in the vicinity from where he stood, near the entrance.

 

[Kiseichu]

Ayaka & Shiro Watanabe


Location: Classroom --> Gym


With: @Blue Fire @oculusrefrain @Ammokkx

Red = Shiro

Pink = Ayaka

Cyan = They are interacting with each other

They are currently dressed up as Ayaka


(Right)





The twins made their way to the gym after the short announcement that was filled with a lot of cursing. The one speaking through the PA system sounded like a high schooler around their age, perhaps this was their kidnapper? Someone that young couldn't possibly be their principal, so the school was probably owned by creepy rich men. Shiro and Ayaka made their way to the gym and took in their surroundings, Ayaka created emergency plans while Shiro patiently waited for the surprise.



"Where the fuck is"

"The surprise?"



They were curious, but Shiro didn't have a demeanor as serious as Ayaka did. Ayaka was the moon, and Shiro was the sun, that was their relation as sisters.
​

 

[Oculus Refrain]

???? Tokishio Hiroko

​

Hiroko, while fighting her lingering drowsiness watched as the twins exited the classroom. She wanted to leave, but her eyes fell to the sheet of paper on the desk she had woken up on and would not leave. "Final Exam: Despair History". Her mind swam with confusion as she forced her body to move to the gym as she was told to. The only thing she felt was confusion. Confusion overlorded the other emotions. Confusion clouded her memories. All that she had was the orders given over the school's com system. As she moved though the hallways, she looked most akin to a zombie. She stood in the gymnasium like a robot waiting for a command. Like a motionless object waiting for some force to act upon her. Her mental blankness acting as a coping mechanism for what would be a near mental breakdown.


(Anyone can interact with her idc.)

 

[Entarriance]

"Chess"


SHSL Hitman


Location: Gym


With / Near: @Blue Fire @Ibuki

"Criminals is a rather abhorrent characterization. Mind what you say if you really believe that."


The girl's look of sheer terror was fairly amusing, but it was obvious that the current state of the rooms dishevel, especially with the specific set of skills that everyone in the gym had bore, it wasn't a surprise that it would seem much more ghastly than a simple set of high school students. Asking about their Ultimates was, far from Chess' mind at the time, especially since Hope's Peak wasn't even the academy Chess had expected to go to. The concept of a "Super High School Levels" was a foreign, as... they were never told theres. At least, for the time being. The taller man calmly approached, simply stating the scenario that he had found himself and the party of 2 following in. His surprisingly amicable disposition meant that he wouldn't be an immediate threat. He his nature didn't seem hysterical, and it was at least better than the wrestler.


"Well, Takahashi, whoever inaugurated our positions seems to be having quite a bit of fun. I woke up in a gang territory."


Nodding their head in his direction, they briefly shut their eyes as they quickly pointed their finger back. As much as interactions were a pain to deal with, getting on the side of someone who's about a foot taller than you may come in handy. Once, you somehow manage to do that.


"Freckles is known for making rather alluring works of art. If only it were juridical. Caradona's a tenacious, cohesive, and rather shortsighted hphilanderer. Matsuoka... why don't you ask them themselves. "


Without a proper introduction for themselves, Chess took a few steps back, getting a good luck of the 3 that had decided to enter. There was bound to be more people to make their way, including a well dressed young man, with...


"Chess!! Chess is that y-"


"..."


"Got it! Hey, that's the straight-faced friend I was talkin..."


"Continue?"


"Got it!"


Delivering a harsh glare to a forced-upon acquaintance, they did their best to ignore their presence, letting them continue to bother the poor blue-haired man. He seemed just as irritated as they were, but hey, his problem now. There were a few other individuals that made their way over, and while there were a few well-known enough for Chess to recognize, there were just as many that seemed completely foreign to Chess. After all, not every ability means that you're famous. From what Chess could tell, whoever the voice was bound to make their theatrical arrival soon enough. Chess took it upon themselves to stand as close to the door as possible, as far away from people that they could get without actually leaving the room.

"MARK BARTON"

"D'aw, you're not? How frigid of you! Then again, I'm not a huge fan of lavish lifestyles. After all, destitution surely isn't pretty when accompanied by watching others hedonistically enjoy lives that they don't deserve. Ohoho, but what am I to judge! You gotta cook something some time, I've lived off like an in-debt college student for as long as I could remember!"


Pouting once they made it to the Gym, it didn't seem like Zavier was going to budge, his expression remaining uncaring and disinterested with him. In fact, it did take Mark a little bit of time to notice how Zavier was slowly getting more distant, increasing his pace probably for the sole fact of getting farther away, and not just so he wanted to go to the gym. Hopefully this school wasn't filled with only expressionless polite people, or it wouldn't be as fun! The gym door was wide open, and once getting into the gym, Mark had first planned to temporarily ditch Zavier, annoy him later. Though a familiar pair of amber eyes and a bored expression caught their gaze.





"Chess!! Chess is that y-"


"..."


"Got it!-


Looking over to Zavier, he (unfortunately) caught up to the young man, pointing quickly in the trap's direction.


"Hey, that's the straight-faced friend I was talkin..."


"Continue?"


"Got it!"


Gesturing with his hands that he was pulling a zipper over his mouth, Mark was fairly intimidated by the tall, short haired girl. There were many other bodies that found themselves in the Gym as well. All of these people had a specific set of skills that made them different from each other, but similar as well. Why would the kidnapper decide to collect a bunch of students like that, that was currently out of Mark's box of thought. Though it definitely couldn't have been a normal situation the group of them was placed under. People of various sizes, some looking strong while others frail and intelligent, found themselves collecting in the gymnasium, the iconic Hope's Peak emblem marked under their feet. The podium up front caught Mark's attention. Perhaps, that was where there perpetrator was to make their appearance?

Location: Gym

With/Near: @Ibuki @ReallyAnyoneIfTheyFeelLikeItPoorZavier

 

[Ryik]

Spoiler

SHSL Swagger​

Nearby players: @Blue Fire @Dreamtique @Entarriance @hyperfujis @Kitmo the Kittymonk @Knot @Schwagnatt


Location: Gym

Alex "Seth Ryder" Cardona


Just as you get your answer, an announcement rings out inviting everyone to the gym for a "surprise", which kills your desire to smash a camera with a basketball. Gloom 'n Doom then decides to open the gym doors and welcome the incoming people. When he says "welcome to hell", you can't tell if he's sarcastically hating on schools or taking the situation seriously. Poe's law is in full effect.


As the trio enter the gym, one of them calls everyone already there criminals while Gloom gives the others in the gym odd introductions. You're no criminal. You were wondering how everyone knew vaguely about each other already, but it seems that, yes, you are not the only one who didn't research everyone else attending. Well...


So it seems Gloom, Freckles, (Amazing that you both gave him the same nickname) Nao and that other chick all but hiding behind the podium on the stage could be criminals. They knew that, but they don't know you?


You can't say you like the way any of this is heading, so you try to clear your name. You offer the girl a smile, warm and intoxicating. "Come on, that's a bit rude isn't it? None of us have properly met." You extend a hand towards the girl, offering her a handshake. "Alex, though you might know me as Seth Ryder."

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Terrified and Uncomfortable"


With: @Ryik & everyone in the gym

The sight of a somewhat intimidating young man approaching her immediately made Hatoyama shrink upon herself even more. He was so bold, just stepping towards her so suddenly...even if he was fairly close by the entrance initially, an approach like that was nonetheless telling of his personality. Conversely, though, it also served to make Hatoyama all the more frightened by this room, albeit for decidedly different reasons. Even though she wanted to shy away and backpedal for about twenty miles, she forced herself to stay in place and give the young man's hand a tentative shake--after all, it was a formality. Her handshake was usually much more confident than that, considering that someone's handshake says a lot about them as a person, but she was far too concerned with the nature of the people in this room to bother focusing on something mundane like that. Her face was bright pink by the time she managed to say, "I'm Shiori Hatoyama...Why would I know you as Alex Ryder, though? Why do you go by two names...?" Things were just getting more and more confusing. He spoke as if everyone should recognize him somehow, but Hatoyama had no recollection of ever seeing his face or hearing his name in her life...not to mention that a pseudonym was somewhat suspicious, considering his dangerous-looking company.

 

[Kiseichu]

Writing Monokuma(s) post right now


@Blue Fire @oculusrefrain


@hyperfujis

 

[hyperfujis]

"Chess"


SHSL Hitman


Location: Gym


With / Near: @Blue Fire @Ibuki

"Criminals is a rather abhorrent characterization. Mind what you say if you really believe that."


The girl's look of sheer terror was fairly amusing, but it was obvious that the current state of the rooms dishevel, especially with the specific set of skills that everyone in the gym had bore, it wasn't a surprise that it would seem much more ghastly than a simple set of high school students. Asking about their Ultimates was, far from Chess' mind at the time, especially since Hope's Peak wasn't even the academy Chess had expected to go to. The concept of a "Super High School Levels" was a foreign, as... they were never told theres. At least, for the time being. The taller man calmly approached, simply stating the scenario that he had found himself and the party of 2 following in. His surprisingly amicable disposition meant that he wouldn't be an immediate threat. He his nature didn't seem hysterical, and it was at least better than the wrestler.


"Well, Takahashi, whoever inaugurated our positions seems to be having quite a bit of fun. I woke up in a gang territory."


Nodding their head in his direction, they briefly shut their eyes as they quickly pointed their finger back. As much as interactions were a pain to deal with, getting on the side of someone who's about a foot taller than you may come in handy. Once, you somehow manage to do that.


"Freckles is known for making rather alluring works of art. If only it were juridical. Caradona's a tenacious, cohesive, and rather shortsighted hphilanderer. Matsuoka... why don't you ask them themselves. "


Without a proper introduction for themselves, Chess took a few steps back, getting a good luck of the 3 that had decided to enter. There was bound to be more people to make their way, including a well dressed young man, with...


"Chess!! Chess is that y-"


"..."


"Got it! Hey, that's the straight-faced friend I was talkin..."


"Continue?"


"Got it!"


Delivering a harsh glare to a forced-upon acquaintance, they did their best to ignore their presence, letting them continue to bother the poor blue-haired man. He seemed just as irritated as they were, but hey, his problem now. There were a few other individuals that made their way over, and while there were a few well-known enough for Chess to recognize, there were just as many that seemed completely foreign to Chess. After all, not every ability means that you're famous. From what Chess could tell, whoever the voice was bound to make their theatrical arrival soon enough. Chess took it upon themselves to stand as close to the door as possible, as far away from people that they could get without actually leaving the room.

Keiichi Sugita

Sugita was done exploring the gym, so he had nothing better to do than eavesdrop on other peoples' conversations. He sat there idly until he heard a certain sentence:


"Freckles is known for making rather alluring works of art. If only it were juridical."


Sugita walked quickly, almost running, to the person who had said that about him.


"What the fuck did you just call me? My name is not fucking 'Freckles'! It's Keiichi Sugita. Get it fucking right." Sugita snarled at the hitman.

Status

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Location: Gym


Near: @Entarriance

 

[Kiseichu]

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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[Oculus Refrain]

???? Tokishio Hiroko

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Hiroko felt like an outsider. Maybe it was because she was late getting to the gym and everyone had already congregated in their own groups trying to puzzle their bizzare situation, or maybe it was her own anxiety coming back up like expired food that prevented her from joining any of the others and introducing herself. She stood in the back of the gym, trying to hold a cool composure. All she was was a tall, androgynous person with long sliver hair, heavily tanned skin, a dark blue girl's school uniform with an indigo pullover hoodie over it.


And then chaos.


She let out a sharp scream as she watch the principal gruesomely gunned down before all the students eyes.

 

[hyperfujis]

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 everyone 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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Keiichi Sugita

Sugita, to put it lightly, was extremely shocked. Though he had been involved in crime for much of his life, he never actually witnessed death...


After what seemed like forever, Sugita finally had to courage to speak.


"Wh...what's this bullshit? What's the meaning of this? Just who the hell are you, anyway?!"

Status

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Location: Gym

 

[Blu3]

Yamamoto Tachibana

Feeling: Freaked the Fuck Out

Location: the gym

Interacting: @Schwagnatt

Yama looked up at the old man who was alive one second and dead the other. He put her shoulder on Tankuma and tried to keep himself up and then the weird high school boy popped up and made him freak the fuck out "What the FUCK! What happened."




Aioki Jioto

Feeling: Weirded out


Location: Gym


With: Everyone

Aioki had walked into the gym to see death and crimson blood and a small school boy yelling. "What the f-" Black just black everywhere for Aioki. If you look at her she is on the ground passed out
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[Ryik]

Spoiler

SHSL Swagger​

Nearby players: Everyone in the gym

Alex "Seth Ryder" Cardona


You kind of feel like you were just rejected. "Well, I figured that if you knew people here were criminals, you researched other students that were going to attend Hope's Peak. Everyone here was accepted, and I'm willing to guess you three were too." You left out the part where you never explicitly confirmed this with the others, but it makes the most sense, and no one's corrected you yet. "You, me, and everyone else here are a sort of celebrity in one way or another, and like a lot of celebrities, I have a stage name."


You're about to go on, offering a compliment to soothe her visible distress when you hear a noise from the stage and turn to find...


...


The principal shows himself and offers a few cryptic words before being brutally assaulted by several gatling guns reducing his body to a fleshy pulp, blood splattered on the wall behind it and dripping onto the floor in slow, thick waterfalls.


It was kind of surreal honestly. The sheer gore, with tattered organs and mangled, flesh-covered bones lying limp on the floor made the whole thing seem fake, but at the same time undeniably legit.


What concerns you is the immediate declaration that the one who just committed the deed is the new principal.


You've never been one for shock, and in fact, you maintain a composed poker face. Even so, you get a sinking feeling of bad times to come. A heavy weight settles on your shoulders and your pulse quickens. You step a bit closer to the stage and raise your voice to be heard among the audible panic of others. "'Ey, what's the big idea?"

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Mortally terrified"


With: Literally everyone

It was like the bullets were piercing her skin, as well, as she heard the former principal's cries of agony and her classmate's varied expressions of terror, anger, confusion, sadness, shock...what else? Her skin crawled uncomfortably and a shriek escaped her before she had the time to stop it. She claimed to have seen terrifying things before, but this...this was on an entirely different level to what she was used to. This wasn't some mystery or strange predicament in need of solving; that old man on the stage was just murdered in cold blood. A wave of nausea came over her as she just barely kept herself from collapsing, and she became mortified as she noticed the tears running down her face. She could barely even pay any notice to the child proclaiming himself to be their new principal; it was as if reality had become a completely separate plane of existence, and suddenly her mind was the only place that made any sense. There was no way that the scene in front of her could still be reality. It looked like a scene out of some gruesome horror movie, and she refused to believe in it.


All she needed to do was shut it out, and it would stop being real.

Kenshin Miyake


Status: "Most likely traumatized"


With: Literally everyone
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Miyake hadn't been prepared for the sight he encountered upon entering the gym.


There was red, red everywhere on the stage, and the scent of coppery blood hung heavy in the air. There was a kid on stage calling himself the principal and standing in a pool of blood with a smile on his face, and everyone in the room seemed to be taking part in various hysterics ranging from rage to shock to...was that unconscious girl on the floor going to okay? And yet there Miyake stood, simply bearing witness to it all with wide eyes and a slightly agape mouth. He couldn't say anything if he tried; even though his mouth moved, no words came out. He wasn't used to seeing violence like this, fake or otherwise. The sight of any blood at all usually made him begin to feel sick, but this was different. There was just so much, and it was everywhere. The first thought that came to his mind was "Is that old man okay?", but it was clear that that was a stupid question; not many people can take a bullet to the head and live.


So that meant that there was nothing for him to say, nothing at all. So much for staying optimistic.