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Dorky OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Thu, 26/10/2023 06:16 (10 Months ago) |
Lucina Fire Emblem's POVLucian shuffled awkwardly. He looked a little flustered. "...about... Our situation... The things that have happened... What might happen... My observations... It's... Nothing much." He trailed off with each flighty thing he mentioned, before going onto the next one. He hesitated upon getting a good look at Akari. The Ultimate Engineer really didn't look too great. He never really looked at his best, but... Gosh. Lucian wanted to help him more than anyone. It was too bad he'd probably never get the chance to, considering Akari refuted his every attempt. He just... Preferred to keep to himself, Lucian supposed. He just sighed at the helplessness he felt. He knew that it was fruitless. He wanted to ask Akari if he was okay, encourage him to talk about his issues, attempt to comfort him... But what would be the use? He would deflect. He would ask Lucian how he was doing. He would try to distract from it. Akari... Would do anything but talk about it. And this concerned Lucian even more. The more Akari didn't talk about his probable extreme issues... The more he would be at risk of worsening. And it seemed like all Akari did mentally... Was decline. And just seeing that... Hurt Lucian, it wounded him so deeply. To see Akari, or anyone at all hurting... And he knew everyone was probably hurting, not just Akari. But he would make it better, somehow. He had to. He just... Hoped it all would work out. He looked to Akari expectantly, trying not to let the concern show on his face. Although... Would it be so bad to ask Akari if he was okay? "...Yeah, yeah sure." "oh... Alright. So, I was... Sorting them by the type of first aid, and by alphabetical order... I was thinking of color-coding it too, maybe..." He showed Akari how he had organized everything thus far, but... He had to hold his tongue, trying not to ask if Akari needed bandages, or sleeping medication. Or pain meds, or something! He just... Really looked like he was walking through hell. "...do you have... Any other suggestions on it?" Lucian nervously tugged at his hair, trying not to look at Akari and think too much. About all the horrors that might have happened to him... That could be tormenting him... And... Everyone else right now... (There was totally no drama in another room no sir) [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 19:45 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POVDarcy was taken aback by Idris shouting once again. He took a moment to collect himself, inhaling and exhaling sharply. "DO YOU KNOW THE LIVES THEY'VE TAKEN? THE GRIEF THEY'VE CAUSED? DO YOU?" "...no," he admitted. "No, I don't. I'm just saying, it seems... really drastic. And it's not going to fix anything." It was hard to decide exactly what to say to that. If Saeko was really so awful, maybe the world would be better off without them. And knowing what... he himself had done... Darcy tried not to think about it, but it was so hard when the memory always stared you straight in the face. The thought of another class trial made him feel like there were bugs crawling along his skin, and he couldn't get them off. Up and down and up and down and up and down... They'd swarm and swarm you and they wouldn't go away. Whispering about what you did. Is what Idris tried to do really so bad, in comparison to what you did? He wanted to do it to someone who caused him grief... yes, but... he's also trying to rid the world of someone who caused nothing but grief to those around them. Can you say the same? It all happened so fast... was... it really so bad, so wrong of him, that he... That he... Everyone loved her. She made a lot of people's lives better. And what did I even do, anyway? "Do I care if it's a smart move? No. But it would make me feel a whole load better." "It would make you feel better," he murmured dryly. "And heck, sure, maybe I'll become exactly like Saeko, by taking a life. But that's life, y'know? I have to make sacrifices in life. The sacrifice being my dignity." He tried to utter some disagreement, but he couldn't. He really couldn't. "You just, ugh. If you knew what they did, you wouldn't be saying these things right now, Darcy Harper. Believe me, you wouldn't." Darcy looked down at the floor. "Maybe you're right," he said very quietly. There was a strangely glassy look in his eyes. "Hurting? I'm not hurting? What are you on about? I'm fine?" Darcy snorted. "Trying to kill someone, falling apart and threatening Miyako, even if, well... you didn't really mean it... I don't think you're fine." And are you, either? It was just as bad. Just as wrong. "I was...joking, but m'kay." "Oh. Yeah, that's... fair." He paused thoughtfully. "Why are... we even standing here? Having this conversation? Shouldn't we be trying to escape this place? If that's even possible..." In your case, my dear, I'd call it... divine justice. Lucian Arbred's POVHe turned, and saw... Akari. "What... Are you doing?" the Ultimate Engineer had asked him. Lucian gave a friendly smile to the person who had just entered. "Oh, Akari, hello. I was just preparing for prom tonight." He paused awkwardly. "...it's... probably odd for me to be in here, doing that." He carefully rearranged another few bottles of pills. "I thought I'd organize the Nurse's Office. In case anyone winds up... ill, or injured. Then I was planning to help with decorating, and refreshments... I've also been... taking notes..." He trailed off, not sure what else there was to say. "...would... you like to join?" Sawyer Laurens's POV[Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 18:31 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POVAn eye for an eye... Suddenly, Darcy looked incredibly stiff. Like he had been replaced with a cardboard cutout decoy that a couple of twin bakers would use to play Hide-And-Seek with somebody. Something about what Idris just said... Felt uncomfortably... familiar... He wanted to say something about how Idris shouldn't do that, that he had no right, that he should forgive and forget, that that was what their Lord and savior Jesus Christ would want them to do, but, well... Not only was he not about to force his religious agenda on this deranged teenager, but... he didn't feel like he had the right to comment on it. It would be... quite hypocritical of him... because... . . . "But don't worry. I won't try anything funny anymore. I've got better things to do." That's not very comforting. Instead, Darcy chose to say something more rational, rather than some overemotional bullsh*t. "Idris... four people have already died. You could have made it six if you had gone through with killing Saeko. Were you TRYING to cause people more grief? If all of us acted like you, soon enough, none of us would even have a chance of making it out of this hellhole. Not that there was much of a chance to begin with, and I do not have much hope that we'll make it out of here. Regardless... that's really not a smart move." "I'm not- I-" And then... the guilt came back. When he saw Idris like that. It... felt so familiar. "I wasn't always like this, y'know. I don't want to be a jerk." "I don't think... any of us were. We're all here because we're a bunch of traumatized special snowflakes handpicked to slaughter each other so there are less menaces in society. Is that right, Monokuma?" Darcy asked sarcastically. "Sure. He just startled you." Darcy just narrowed his eyes and decided to make no further comment on that. "Sorry? Nothing to be sorry for. Why would you be sorry, Darcy Harper? Why? What's there to be sorry for?" "Well, you're... hurting a lot right now. I'm not giving you enough credit, am I? This is all stupid bs. None of us should be stuck here, none of us should be dead, none of us should be... fighting. We're just succumbing to what the bear wants..." "Ugh." Thank God. Idris was disgusted as he was. "Okay, geez? I think Monokuma and I get the point already, goddamn." He winced. "Uhhh. No offense, Idris. Really. It's just- God, I don't know. I guess you could say it... 'startled me'." [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 04:48 (10 Months ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POVNever mind... It wasn't important. Probably. He frowned thoughtfully, wondering how a simple prom event might eventually evolve into everyone escaping the school. ...supposing the whole event wasn't a trick of the bear... Escaping the school... ... He remembered how Mika had suggested a bomb, Sawyer had thought it was a great idea, and Lucian had thought it could potentially work, although he was worried it might harm someone. And Kaoru... Was completely against the idea. Lucian felt himself slow to a stop, he had to grit his teeth and force himself not to cry. Just a little while ago, probably a few days ago... She was alive. And it might have been his fault... If he'd just... If he'd just, what? God, he had no idea. Horatia was dead, Kaoru was dead, Futatabi was dead, Mei was dead. Death followed him wherever he went. And Lucian knew it was silly to think, but it felt like it was all his fault. Like he had brought his past with him, and that everyone who happened to be around wound up in danger... No, it wouldn't have to be that way anymore. Things could be better now! At least... He hoped. Even though he knew it was futile. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 00:27 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper’s POV"What the hell-" WHAT THE HELL WAS RIGHT, WHAT WAS MONOKUMA DOING HERE AND WHY WAS- "Two hundred thousand for the Darcy and Idris cuddling fanart? Selling, selling- sold! And off it goes! No more privacy rights! You forfeited it when you make something vaguely shippable!" At first, Darcy was so stunned he couldn’t even speak. He ALREADY couldn’t speak. And that… just made it worse. His shoulders tensed up, his arms tensed up, his shaking hands curled into fists at his sides, his face slowly became painted red with embarrassment and Darcy wouldn’t even know what the hell shipping was if it wasn’t for Sawyer, and their being an Internet addict. Apparently it meant something regarding the support for a romantic relationship between two or more people, and Darcy could not fathom why Monokuma was using it for them, when they were completely real, non-fictional people inside of a completely real world, and his actions were not pre-scripted by a glasses-wearing coffee-addicted idiot with no life. “WH-WHAT? NO!! ABSOLUTELY NOT! WHAT THE HELL?!” the flustered Darcy sputtered, crossing his arms abruptly and side-stepping as far away from Idris as possible. Monokuma was probably saddened by this weighted example of Ship Sink. “NEVER IN A BILLION YEARS!” Seriously… what the hell? He’d… never even consider dating Idris. Probably. And it was just effed up to be saying this stuff when Mei had died recently, and… Mei and Idris, had, well… …the bear. That freaking bear. Sawyer Laurens's POVBlinking. Blinking. ... ? What were they... supposed to be doing again? They tilted their head. ...was that supposed to be... them? They reached out, and touched the surface. Strange. It was a surface. ...made of... glass... Like the glass that... the glass that... the glass that... that... ... ? The glass that... what? What were they supposed to be doing in here? . .. ... ...! Oh! Right. They were supposed to be... preparing for prom. With Darcy. The event sounded like a lot of fun! Sawyer wondered what might transpire. ...wait, wasn't this supposed to be... huh... there was... something...? no, nothing. nothing. Sawyer was kind of lost here. What were they supposed to do with the mirror? Lucian Arbred's POVHe also took notes about the things he had observed and learned in his time at the school. ...despite all the people who had died in his own life, it still came as a shock to them that four of them... were dead already. Had it really happened? He tried to shake the thought away. Maybe they could all have fun tonight. Maybe they could all be friends. Maybe... everything would be okay. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 22:29 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper’s POVOh. Oh god. He was mad. "Oh, I'm the asshole now. Is that what it is? Oh, you're funny. You're so funny." Darcy’s heart pounded in his chest. Something was going to break… he could feel it. "I wouldn't try to kill someone for no reason, would I? 'Specially if it's out in the open." “YOU- you did what?!” Darcy sputtered. “You tried to… kill Saeko?! Is that what you’re saying?” "...you're not actually serious, are you? You guys were just all about to kill Kubo, and you're talking to me about physical harm? Heck, you grabbed Kubo by the collar. You're the one doing all the physical violence, Darcy Harper. Not me. Have I even touched, Miyako? No. Will I? Hell no." Darcy gasped indignantly. “That’s not true! We weren’t going to kill him! I- at least, I wasn’t. It’s just… something he said, startled me… that’s… all… it sounded like he was threatening Sawyer…” The Chocolatier got more and more quiet as he went on. Was… Idris really wrong? I didn’t, but I might as well- … He hadn’t, but he might as well have done it- because he- Doesn’t that sound familiar…? "I just didn't-" Darcy’s face fell. "I just- dammit... I didn't want her to touch me, okay?" All the anger fell off the edge of Darcy’s face. He was just quiet, just like that. He didn’t even know what to say. He couldn’t find the words. No one wanted that. No one wanted all the bullsh*t you had to deal with in life, not the abusive and neglectful parents, not the being ignored or shouted at or watching as someone was taken away from you and you could have prevented it you should have prevented it but you didn’t and because of it Mom said you had to move and then– ”I’m sorry.” It was all he could say. Really… what more was there to be said? He didn’t know. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 22:01 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper’s POVWhat Darcy wanted to ask was, “Jesus, Idris, are YOU okay?” but that didn’t come out. His grip on Kubo slowly loosened, and he turned to look at them, trying to hide his bewilderment. Or… was it guilt? Darcy didn’t want to think about when he saw Idris last… He didn’t want to think about what they’d talked about, and how he’d run out… he didn’t want to… he didn’t want to… He opened his mouth, tried to say… something. But nothing came out. "Or are you guys beating up Kubo for fun? I'd love to join." Darcy suddenly felt a shiver of guilt pass over him. Kubo was a jerk, but… “I-” "Hey, Idris. Everything okay?" He wanted to tell Miyako she was making a mistake. No one should try to comfort THAT guy. But… he still felt like it was his fault. Maybe Idris had been right. And that… made him hesitate. "We're definitely considering it. If you are interested, the club's open. To enter, you need to have an active reason to slap him in the face. I'm sure you overqualify." Darcy grimaced. Maybe… this was a bad idea… "Does Sawyer like pasta?" Why did he sound… so oblivious? “I- they liked- never mind! Just… why did you call them that?” He could feel his grip loosening. Certainty was slipping. He may have gotten mad for no reason… But how the hell did Kubo know that? It must’ve been a coincidence, right?... Or… "Since when did you care? You were at my throat, like yesterday? Day before? Defending Saeko even though that wretched being was lying through their teeth?" Darcy dropped Kubo. “How was Miyako supposed to know that? How was she supposed to know who to believe? It’s not like any of us know each other here well, Idris.” "Touch me and I'll break each of your fingers, slowly." What the everloving hell… okay, guilt regarding Mei or not… who the hell did Idris think he was? "I sure do." Darcy paled, watching Idris crack his knuckles. What… what the hell… maybe there was someone else they should all have reason to be upset with. "Wow. Wow. You are a serious asshole." Miyako was right. She was right to be saying that. Darcy took a deep breath. “Kubo, I’m sorry, I- maybe I-” He shook his head, he didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t tell him what he’d been meaning to tell him… he couldn’t tell him. He just put his hands on his hips and glared at Idris. No, he decided. Kubo was absolutely a total d**k. But he wasn’t the only jerk in this room. “Are you… serious? You’d actually be willing to physically harm Miyako? And… I mean, Kubo is a jerk and all, but…” He trailed off. He couldn’t be one to talk about that. He had, after all, slapped Kubo in the face once. But in his defense, he almost drove Lucian to kill himself. Darcy's voice softened. “Idris… I know you’re going through a lot right now… but what’s your problem? She didn’t do anything to you.” Erica didn’t do anything to you, either. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 04:52 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POV"Not really... Except when they get like this. And then, it's almost like, they're not even... There anymore." Darcy withdrew a harsh breath. "But, they'll probably be better soon!" At least... I hope. "The type? Sawyer? Give them ten minutes in a cushy room and they'll be ripping out their own hair. Some people like destroying themselves, and Pasta is definitely on the list." Darcy's heart pounded. "What the... Hell did you just say?" It wasn't what Kubo said, but that tone of his voice. That look in his eye. It just... It just... "Like you have any say on that, Mr. Detector. You don't seem to be taking very good care of yourself, either. Maybe we should find a place to dump you." Darcy's face curled into a grimace. No, no. He had to calm down. Calm down... He shouldn't be saying that... "Sawyer is NOT destroying themself. They're- they're fine! They're going to be fine." Pasta... Why was Kubo calling them that? How could... How could he... Darcy stepped towards Kubo, trying frantically to control himself. To not do something rash again. To not strike him right across the face. Maybe Miyako was right. Darcy didn't want to admit it, but... He violently grabbed Kubo by the collar of his shirt. "How do you know that?" he hissed out in a frantic whisper. "How do you... Know about the... Pasta?" It wasn't like it was some big crazy secret or something. Sawyer liked cooking with their mom sometimes, and occasionally, they would make pasta together. Darcy had been over a few times when that had happened, some time before his mother had told him to stop hanging out with Sawyer. But... Was it coincidence? Was he freaking out over nothing? How was... Kubo supposed to know that? It wasn't like it was something Sawyer was known for, or something, but... It seemed far too creepy... Too personal. Detector, Miyako had said. Kubo had lied about his talent. He had that "fake knife". He was not to be trusted. Darcy remembered when Miyako had drawn mocking things on Kubo's face. Darcy had felt bad, of course, so he tried to help Kubo wipe it off. He'd rejected his help, and then... Darcy had seen... That knife. That disguised knife that Kubo held. The thought almost made him shudder. He'd lied about his Ultimate Talent. He'd been so hostile, so defensive, the entire time, he'd almost fought with Idris, he'd almost driven Lucian to suicide... What the hell was the Ultimate Detective hiding? "Who are you really?!" he whispered frantically. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 04:26 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POVWe? Darcy turned and realized that there was, in fact, someone else in the room with them. That someone was Shi. Somehow this made him feel even more awkward. He tried not to tense his shoulders too much, as he gave the person he barely knew a small wave. "Oh. Hi." Darcy then turned back to Miyako, furrowing his brows. "Are you using... Physical torture to do so? That's, uh... Interesting." And definitely not unethical. At all. Darcy knew such a thing might prove effective, and maybe Kubo was a jerk, but... Did he really deserve this? He tried not to scowl at Miyako. She was being difficult, as usual... "Where did you send Sawyer off to? No hard feelings. Just wondering." Darcy noticeably tensed up, his face reddening, as though a fever were abruptly coming on. "Well, I-- thought that they should go take a look at themself in the mirror. To get ready for the prom event tonight," he explained. He did not add that the two of them were going together, and that he had no idea if it was in a romantic or platonic fashion. "And, well... I was worried they might wind up overwhelmed if... Something happens. Something like that." He pursed his lips as though they were suddenly zipped shut, before quickly changing the subject. "Is it... Something that we should all really know?" He wasn't sure what to make of this whole business. He didn't like Kubo, he didn't like Miyako, he didn't know how he felt about this, he didn't know if that even mattered. Was it really best for him to try to keep Sawyer sheltered, to prevent them from being overwhelmed? He saw no harm in that, but in this environment, it might be different... [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 01:59 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POV"Is- everything okay?" That Kubo. He was always up to something. Oh. Yeah. And Miyako. Couldn't say he had the fondest impression of her either. "You were saying, Darcy?" Sawyer blinked. They seemed to be oblivious as usual. Darcy suppressed a cough. "Uhhh- I was saying, maybe you should go take a look in the mirror. For a while. Make sure you're looking okay," he said unconvincingly, a word which here means "clearly telling a lie". "Ohhh. Okay! That sounds like an honest idea and not a plot-convenient way to get me out of the room!" Sawyer scurried off. Darcy crossed his arms. "As I was saying, what happened between you two? Let me guess, he started it." [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 23/10/2023 20:56 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POVIt was all so stupid. Darcy wished it wasn't real, he wished, he wished, he wished... He wished he could all pretend it was some stupid dream. That he'd wake up. But whether he was awake or asleep now, he was constantly tormented. Even breathing was a heavy burden now, and he was shaking, shaking, shaking relentlessly... What kind of life would he even have to go back to, if he ever got out of this place? How many more people... had to die? Maybe Lucian had the right idea. Maybe if Darcy just killed himself, it'd finally all be over. He didn't want to go back to his mother. She probably wouldn't even be relieved he was alive, she probably wouldn't even care... and yet he desperately wanted her to care, needed her to care, it was almost like she knew, that she knew that-- It was a curse, really. The eyes that forced you to see the horrors. The ears that forced you to hear them. The mouth that you would try to speak with, and no matter how loud, no one seemed to hear you. No one seemed to... notice you. And that was a curse beyond all others imaginable. The hands that forced you to touch his body, and you'd shake him, and shake him, in the hospital bed, and he wouldn't move. Darcy kept living, with only the faint hope in his heart... that something would go right. That something would get better. It seemed like a faint hope, a futile hope. Maybe they were all going to die here... "Sawyer? You awake?" Darcy asked groggily, frantically trying to get himself ready. There was going to be prom tonight, right? ...maybe it would go better than the last time. Maybe... no one else would die. Right? Then again, sometimes... there were far worse things than death. Sawyer Laurens's POVand over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over in their hands. These were... for something, right? Huh. Everything seemed blurry. Some sort of equipment, maybe ? They couldn't quite recall... Someone was speaking. Words, they thought. ...words. To remember-- What was it to remember? A never-ending dream A never-waking sleep "Sawyer? You awake?" My name... That was their name ... ? Sawyer... Everything was all scattered. Fuzzy. ...fuzzy. Kittens. Static. Puppies. Dreams. screaming -- (!*&!(*$)!*#(&!(*$&*(!)$!(& !(*$&*!(*#)$!_!#&$*!()$&@(*!#)!$&!*(&#(*!&$(!*&$(!*&$(*!*@)($&(*!!$(!)&@)(!$&*(!#**&#()#!#&!*($&!)@(&$!&)(#!&@)($&!)(@*!!@)(!*)!($&)(@*!($&@!)(*!$()&@!@()*!)(!&#)(*!()&#()*!#)(!&@)(#!*_)!(#^@(*&$)(!(#_!&)(!*#)(! "I don't..." !O$&!!*)(!*)(!$&@)@(!$&*!)(@**$!@*(*!@@*($&!!)@(*#!@&(*#&!()&(*!$*!)@($&*(!@&(#*&!@(&(*!&#(*!*!*(#&*(!&#\\ "You..." "I don't remember... I can't..." "Forget... they..." Sunset, pasta, heartbeat, loud noise, scary, unfamiliar. Unknown. Strange. Voices. People. Coats. "No, I-" "S-Sawyer? You okay? Hey. These... are glasses. You use them to see. Remember?" "...to see?" They fiddled with the pair in-between their fingers. Slowly. Half. Sliding. No, that was off. Something's off. Something's... Glass. Like the... They shook the thought away. ...the thought? "There you go. It's... like that, okay? Jeez, Sawyer, I..." Upset. Worry. Is that why you...? None of it made sense. "Do you even remember... anything?" "...a Killing Game. We're... in a Killing Game. Right? Or so... you said... I think... like... The Hunger Games... or... something..." "I- yes. Like that, Sawyer, but... it's... real. We're in it, right now." "What do you mean? I- I don't think I understand." "...do you understand... anything anymore?" We're trying to help you. Why don't you get it ... ? It doesn't make any sense. Hopelessly insane. Not even human. This Should help. Should we really be...? Do we have a choice? Does... anyone have a choice? "It's... like this, okay? Now you try it." "Thanks!! So, what are we doing today? Scrounging for food? This doesn't look like your typical arena..." "We're... trapped in a school, Sawyer. Can't you see that? Look at this. Walls, floors, windows, dorm rooms!! Please... try to remember?" "Oh. How did... we get here?" "Well, I- we thought it was a school for Ultimates. But someone... is forcing us to all kill each other. And I'm... I'm afraid... four people are already dead." "Four?..." A strange look came upon their face. "Four..." Four fingers, up. That didn't line up. There wasn't four... "And the- stupid- bear-robot thing, or... wh-whatever it is, is making us go to prom tonight. Do you... remember what prom is, Sawyer?" A faint memory trickled at the edge of their mind. A drop in the expanse of the ocean. Lost in the endless muffling of waves. They tugged at their hair, the confusion... w ri thi ng... "I think... it was--- an event. Of some sort..." Why did he look so familiar?... Darcy. That was who he'd introduced himself as. He looked so... familiar... Those eyes... They were like... "S-Sawyer?! What are you staring at?" "Umm... you reminded me of something." What, they could not be sure... "Anyway... people... need to... go to prom with somebody. A- a friend, or... maybe..." "Are you... going with anyone, Darcy?" Darcy Harper's POVThe question caught him off-guard. He wasn't expecting Sawyer... to say that. Maybe to ask, maybe, any other question, spout some sort of bizarre theory about Tetris having lore, or something! Darcy's face flushed. What was... Sawyer implying by this, exactly? They hadn't even let him finish... Ugh, no, no, NO! He couldn't think of it like that. They meant as friends. Obviously. Just like... last time... "W-Well... uh... not yet. I don't think anybody really... wants to go there with me." And then they smiled, so very brightly. With all the light of the sun. "I would." "Wh-What?" Darcy wasn't sure he'd heard them right. Sawyer wouldn't be asking them that. It must've been their fuzzy memory. Sawyer tilted their head. "III'd go there with you. I wouldn't want you to be left alone! What's... prom like? Is it fun?" Darcy winced. "...well... sometimes. It can be fun. For some people..." Why her? Why always her? "There tends to be a lot of people, social conversation, fancy outfits, assortments of food and sometimes fruit punch... and... dancing, is the big thing." She looked so perfect. She always looked so perfect. "It sounds pretty cool!" Sawyer chirped. "I think..." They got that faraway look in their eyes again, that Darcy could never comprehend. Sometimes he wished he could read their mind, understand the way they thought. So positive, never seeing difficulties or problems... so cheerful, always seeing the best in everything... and everyone... "Will Miyako be there?" Sawyer asked. Darcy stiffened and crossed his arms. "Uhhh... m-maybe. Probably." So they remembered her name... And then a thought occurred to Darcy. Maybe going to prom with Sawyer, would help them remember... Could it? "Well, I- guess we better get ready. Come on." Lucian Arbred's POVHe was here, inside the dangerous Killing Game school again... that wasn't... well, really all that different from what he was used to. They'd all be going to prom tonight, huh? He fumbled through his notes. Maybe he could help out with the refreshments at prom tonight, make sure everything was in order... It felt so messed up to him. Horatia, Kaoru, Futatabi, Mei... they were all dead. And now everyone in the school was forced to attend... what was basically a party? Well, that was Monokuma for you. Still... maybe he had to think positively about this. Maybe this was an opportunity for everyone to be friends. And maybe... He rubbed at his face with his hands, shaking his head indignantly. No, no, no. Kubo wouldn't want to go with him, that was ridiculous. It was unthinkable... He had to focus on helping everyone, right? No, Lucian knew he had to take care of himself first. He'd have to get ready, and then he'd help get everything ready, and... Maybe he could ask Kubo... ambiguously? Maybe he wouldn't specify if they were going as friends or not, but... oh, god, no, what if he asked? Maybe he could gauge from his reaction, backtrack if he needed to... God, no, this was a mess. Best to abstain from that altogether. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 22/10/2023 01:36 (10 Months ago) |
Amelia Rivera's POVThings that they could never let anyone know... She found herself heading to the restroom for reasons she couldn't fathom. It was still dark... What was she doing in here anyway? She had made sure to equip herself with a small, sharp dagger that she owned. There was someone else in there. Amelia could hear them. Were they planning her demise?... No, it seemed they were just using the bathroom stall. Breathing as closely to silence as she could, she wondered if she should risk speaking. She could probably defend herself if it came to it... She knew that, and yet... "Hello?" she called out, not all too loudly into the dark. There was at least a chance whoever it was was not planning to kill her. Besides... she had a strange feeling things wouldn't go wrong, and the Ultimate Voodoo Practitioner knew that she could trust her intuitions. At least... Most of the time. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 21/10/2023 18:57 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POVDarcy knew how this went. He knew how it always went. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, fighting desperately to steady his breathing. Why? Why couldn't he dream about something else, anything else? He saw his younger self smiling at Will, and giving him a box of chocolates, looking so eager and hopeful... and then Will walked off and threw the box in the trash without even opening it. Darcy spotted the box, that he had so very carefully wrapped, that he had so carefully decorated, that he had put so much effort into... Just. Discarded. Just thrown away. The scene would repeat over and over and over again. He tried to do better, to make them better, even asked Will if he'd try one, just one. Maybe then he would like it. Into the trash. Into the trash. Discarded. Thrown away. His homemade wrapping paper, cardboard, velvet, those bows, those sparkles, all those precious materials, all that chocolate he had spent hours baking, measuring everything so carefully... To make sure it was just right... And Will didn't even care. He didn't even care. Darcy would break down crying every single time, as soon as Will was out of sight. Was it... Really too much to ask? Was he... That worthless? Boxes of chocolate were nothing if no one bought and enjoyed them. Ultimate Chocolatiers were nothing, if no one loved and appreciated them. Then it was Erica's piano recital. Again. Why was she SO good at it? The keys were so beautiful, so flawless. They just flowed together, just singing out melodically to everyone's ears. Everyone would always be clapping, clapping, clapping. Brought to tears in their excitable applause. She would learn and play song after song after song after song... Erica never had time for Darcy. It seemed she was always doing something else. Always preparing for those damned recitals, always studying for her exams, and if she wasn't doing homework, it was extra-credit assignments. And no matter how Darcy tried, he could never keep up. That girl... Was she even human? Always so kind and generous to everyone. She went to church, she donated to various charities, she did volunteer work, she played the piano flawlessly. And that voice, her voice was soft, sweet, and so, so beautiful. Erica... Was perfection. She was beauty, generosity, kindness, loyalty, everything. And she was so, so loved. She was like a goddess. Everything she did was enough. More than enough. Everyone loved her. Mom, her friends, all their relatives, everyone at school... She would win all the awards, and do everything right. How was it even possible? No matter how hard Darcy tried, he was never enough. Every time he achieved something, he tried to show his mother. But she didn't even seem to care. Every time Erica did something, or said something, it was gospel. It was admirable. It was extraordinary. But every time Darcy did something, she'd just turn away. She'd just stare off into space with those empty, empty eyes, knitting or doing her makeup or washing dishes or just sitting in that chair, and sometimes, when no one was looking, she'd pull out a flask and resume... Her drinking. Darcy's father may have left him, but oftentimes, it felt like his mother had left as well. She was never really there. At least... Not for him. Only for Erica. Erica, who everyone loved. Erica, who to everyone, was perfect in every way. And Will loved her too. Darcy remembered that day so well... When they sat together on that bench, holding hands in the park. Will was holding that note... That Darcy never got to read... But given the now-empty envelope on the bench, covered in hearts, and the looks on their faces... He knew. He just knew. Darcy relived every moment every time. No matter how well they did their hair, their makeup, how well they chose and ironed and steamed their clothes... No one cared. No matter how hard he studied, until he passed out, no one cared. No matter how well he cooked and baked and cleaned and decorated, attending to every little detail, no one cared. No matter how hard he tried, with everything he made, with everything he did, someone was always better. Nothing he did was ever enough. And then there.... There was Sawyer. Who the hell even was Sawyer anyway? Sawyer, who was always so nice to him. Sawyer, who always cared. Sawyer, the one person he was ever enough for, and he pushed them away. Because he was jealous. Because he was jealous of Sawyer, for having a mother and a father who cared for and loved them. For having parents who were always there to support them, who they were always enough for. Sawyer... Who had so much freedom... And was so happy. But Sawyer, despite being the only one who cared, despite being the only one he was ever enough for... When Darcy was gone... they would forget him too. And he knew this. And it was enough to shatter him to his very core. Darcy climbed up onto the railing, the cheerful waves going in and out, beckoning to him from beneath. He took a deep breath. It was a long way down, but all the same, he wanted to jump. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 19/10/2023 23:29 (11 Months ago) |
Monokuma's POVSetsuna Jun's POV"Unless... You want to spend the night in here with me? I-If you want to!" Kubo Atsushi's POVWhat was the bear's plan, exactly? Was he going to indirectly present motives this time? He huffed. It wasn't like he had much faith in anybody here not to kill someone. Except... ... Lucian? Would he not kill anybody? Assuming the kid was what he seemed, he probably wouldn't. But Kubo couldn't say for sure. What was it that was even with him?! Lucian rambling on about him and his abilities as if he was some savior or something, it seemed like the guy idolized him for some reason. And that was something... Kubo couldn't understand. Why was he being so nice to him? Was he trying to get his guard down and stab him in the back? He'd look at him with stars in his eyes like he was a freaking god or something. He'd hug him or smile at him or... No, surely he was just like Kaoru. He could pretend to play the sweet, innocent angel all he wanted. He was twisted, corrupt. Everybody was. Nobody was really the "nice guy". ...so why did Lucian seem so... Genuine? And yet he still got the sense that he was hiding something... Something big... And yeah, he guessed he SEEMED pretty, and gentle, and kind, sorta... But that was stupid, that was fake. That was all fake. They could never be... Friends, could they? ...maybe they could be. Maybe... He needed to stop treating him with such skepticism. Maybe Lucian was... Actually giving him a chance to be a person again... Kubo grimaced and dug his fingernails into his hands, shoving his face into his pillow. It was all he could do to keep from crying. Crying. That was pathetic. Why would he be crying? Oh, Kaoru, and her little crocodile tears. She'd give you that look and you'd immediately not be angry at her anymore. How foolish he had been. It was a good thing she was... Oh god, what was she doing here? No, she wasn't here, it was... No... There was no one there... Kubo gripped tightly at his pillow, inhaling deeply. No more thinking. He just had to try to fricking sleep for now. Death followed him even now. Lucian Arbred:'s POVHe'd never been to such a place, because his brothers always threw all their homework at him, and no matter how quickly he finished it all, he'd never have enough time left to go. It was probably better he didn't go anyway. This place was so strange. There was so much free time here. And besides the constantly lurking threat of death, well... There were no inherent dangers. Hopefully... Things would be better from here on out... Lucian ruffled through his notes inside his bed with a sigh. It was so quiet. And it felt a little lonely without Kubo here, but god, asking to share a room again would be just too awkward and... ... No, Mei had been right. He'd grown too dependent on the Ultimate Detective. What the hell had been happening to him lately? Lucian had always been too accommodating to others, too helpful. Too kind and selfless for his own good. It had almost gotten him killed on numerous occasions. And he'd never really gotten to enjoy himself. But, Kubo... That was stupid. He was opening up to him too much, and if he knew... If he found out... There'd never be any chance that they could be friends, let alone that Kubo could ever love him. It was a stupid thought really, because why would anyone see anything in him? And he... Wanted it, yet he didn't want it at the same time. It implied significance, mattering to someone. He wanted to help people, to make their lives better, but he didn't want to be a part of it. A therapist and client relationship, so to speak, you see them, you help them, and then they never get to fully, truly know you. Because the idea of someone truly knowing him terrified Lucian to his core. If anyone knew... This thing about him... He could probably never help anyone again. Mei... Lucian felt a little tearful remembering her. He had to keep his promise, he had to help everyone get out of here. But how? God... It may have sounded ironic, given how unbearable she was, but he missed her. And then there was... This issue of prom. Nope. Nope. Nope. He wouldn't be asking anyone to go with him. Definitely not. Definitely... He looked at the partially-written note. Gazed, then stared at it. There was no way he could... Tell Kubo how he felt, was there? NO! Nononono. He would be rejected, for sure, and that was the way it was supposed to be! He had to just stop thinking about it!! Lucian faceplanted into his pillow, but made no sound of his frustration. It was alright. Maybe he'd help everyone with picking their outfits, setting the event up... And he could make sure no one died, too! But... Asking Kubo out... Was unthinkable. Wasn't it?... Maybe... Maybe not. Miyako Hiroto's POVProm... With Shi. The thought warmed her heart a little. Maybe this would be a good thing. Maybe she could forget... Maybe there was nothing to worry about... Sawyer Laurens's POVDarcy Harper's POV[Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 15/10/2023 06:15 (11 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 15/10/2023 05:36 (11 Months ago) |
Miyako Hiroto's POVShe slapped her hand over her mouth, not realizing she had done literally the exact same thing Shi just had. "Anything you had in mind?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 15/10/2023 01:58 (11 Months ago) |
Dorky's POV"Good news, everybody! The roleplay is back in action. Everyone's favorite rock is busy at the moment, so I am taking over for Chapter 3 as the host until she can be more active again. The roleplay will hopefully not die now. Hopefully. Anyway, let's get into the post." Kubo Atsushi's POVNot knowing how else to respond, he merely shrugged and patted Lucian awkwardly on the shoulder. "Well." He huffed grimly. "I guess you did return the favor... look, you have your own things that you're dealing with too, and there's no need to downplay that just because... you're the Ultimate Therapist, or whatever." God. What was he even supposed to say? He barely heard half of what Lucian was prattling on about. And yet... there was something... about the offness of the words... that seemed almost familiar to him... A distant memory, that he couldn't quite reach. But he was right, wasn't he? Death followed them all everywhere. It was always lurking right behind you, in the corridors. And it almost gave you a breath of relief when you thought about it. "Look, Lucian, I'm..." Great. He was never all that great at this 'emotional vulnerability' stuff. "I'm sorry all that happened to you, but... I really don't know what to say. But what I do know is this... regardless of whether you 'should have died instead', you're here now, and that's in the past. That's..." He could almost see her again, out of the corner of his eye. That memory... that you could never quite forget. Death really did follow you, at every turn... and you could never quite avoid it... and he couldn't help but wonder, if... No. He couldn't think about that. "Look, I think you should take a break. Maybe rest for a while, okay? Your, uh... feelings matter too." God, that was stupid. I really should just go back to sleep. (What kind of idiot was roleplaying him anyway?) Lucian Arbred's POVLucian found himself smiling despite himself though, trying to clear the tears from his eyes. There was something else, on Kubo's face, he thought he knew. It was such a familiar look, that he couldn't quite place. But it gave him an uneasy feeling. "...M-Maybe you're right. It's what... everyone's been telling me lately, haven't they?" he murmured. "to think of myself... I don't even know how to do that..." Kubo clearly wasn't used to this kind of thing, Lucian could tell that much, from the way he stumbled over his words. Or maybe he was still out of it. "thank you... for listening. Sorry." He bit his lip as he said the last word, but he still couldn't help but say it. He refrained from any further show of affection towards the Ultimate Detective, as he just felt so shifty and awkward at this point, and it would really be better if he just did as he said. What had he been thinking? He should have been listening to everyone else. To try to take care of himself. Maybe rest for a while. "take care of yourself, too, okay?" he asked the blue-haired teenager, before leaving. Lucian thought he heard Kubo snark something along the lines of "not needing a nurse to take care of him all the time" which made the Ultimate Therapist suppress a laugh, rolling his eyes slightly as he left the room. Miyako Hiroto's POVLike him, or something else? a voice seemed to whisper to her from the trees. Almost fighting to break out. To flip it open, pages spilling everywhere, tire swinging, swaying, back and forth, back and-- She tried to swallow the shivering feeling away. There was no need to think of that. She was with Shi, and everything was alright. There was no need to think about anything that might have happened... That could happen... Miyako drifted from her thoughts, hearing the atrocious bear prattle on and on about the prom. She narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose in disgust a moment. "That bear... Hopefully... There won't be any more deaths happening, right, Shi? Let's go to the prom together! Would you be my date there?" Would you care to play with me? Miyako tried to hide the way she slightly quivered, the way that she felt a little frightened. The way she hoped that Shi would protect her. That no one... No one in this atrocious building... Would kill her. And you're any better? Saeko, Idris, Sawyer, clearly Kubo also possessed his share of nastiness, and the rest might be no saner. But not Shi. Not Shi. Shi is good, trustworthy... Right? Her girlfriend. The one who she... Loved. Yes. Everything would be just fine. Dorky's POVDarcy Harper's POVDarcy rubbed his eyes in frustration. It was getting late at this point, and Miyako had ditched him alone with Sawyer to reminisce about things and... try to help them remember the entirety of their life. He was exhausted, admittedly, and, if no murders took place, maybe a prom could be a good thing. Of course, Sawyer immediately thought so. "OOH, a prom? That's like... a dance event... or something-something, right?" They blinked in curiosity. "I bet that'll be fun!" "Ah... yeah. Maybe," Darcy muttered. But an idea was beginning to occur to him now. He was remembering something now... the perfect way he could maybe trigger Sawyer's memory... Besides, when he thought about it... what was the point of despairing in this place? Darcy didn't hope much that they all could escape or something, but... maybe no one would die this time. After all, who wouldn't want to avoid the previous tragedies? But he shook away the thought conjuring in his mind promptly, his face reddening. No, he couldn't even THINK about that! "UH, come on. Let's just get you to sleep. Your wounds won't be able to heal well without that," Darcy sputtered. "Ohhh, Pokemon Center recovery kind of jazz? Good thinking!!" He rolled his eyes and shook his head, dragging Sawyer off to a dorm room. Jeez... They were always hopeless, but now they were worse than ever. They'll recover, right? They just needed time. Right? Sawyer Laurens's POVA video game? Ooh, perhaps a dream? ...something... that happened? It was hard to tell the difference anymore. It was... certainly a curious thought. "Jeez. Just... please, get to sleep and don't get yourself killed? You remember what sleeping is, right?" The coral pink-haired teenager sighed. Sawyer stared at him blankly. "Sleeping?" Their brain was so foggy... barely anything was making sense... A very irritated expression, mixed with concern, crossed Darcy's face. "Just... oh, for God's sake..." He pulled the elastics out of Sawyer's hair, and the beanie off of their head. "Take these off, and... lie down, and close your eyes. And you should fall asleep soon enough?" They seemed relatively flustered and puzzled, probably unsure exactly how to explain it. "Umm... okay! I guess that makes sense," Sawyer mused. Darcy facepalmed. "Okay. Good night. I'll... see you in the morning, Sawyer." Sawyer stared in silence, a moment, and felt at their hair. "See you in the morning!" they chirped. But there was this blank, dull, empty confusion in their voice. Like something was missing... Setsuna Jun's POVCouldn't have anything to do with ***, of course. Wait, who was ***? Why did he even think that? The boy blinked, squinted, adjusted his glasses, only to realize that he wasn't seeing his thoughts and they were merely contained within the fabric of his mind. "Huh!! Prom. I wonder what might happen there... I, um..." His face flushed slightly, and he took off his glasses, ruffling his hair and hiding his face with his hands. No, the very idea of it was stupid. Wasn't it? "Wanna, ummm, hang out there together? We could scope out the place, and u-um, you know, see if anything suspicious is-- afoot! Yeah!" Setsuna beamed, putting his glasses back on, and attempting to maintain his composure. Right now, he just felt like eating his own shirt. Had he even been thinking of... Asking Sutaraitsu to prom with him? Directly? The very idea was STUPID! Incredibly... Blasphemous? The boy struggled to find the right word. Which was strange, since, it was literally part of his talent. What the heck? "You know, we could figure out if this was something the suspicious moon men planned! Y-Yeah! Woo! Aliens!!" As he smiled and laughed awkwardly, a chill crept in on his neck, which Setsuna fought to ignore. But it persistently gnawed at him, like a flock of angry Keese. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 24/09/2023 04:02 (11 Months ago) |
Amelia Rivera's POVIf only it was possible to trust someone absolutely. To have someone you knew wasn't going to slit your throat in your sleep. Although... Amelia paused. Was she all too upset at the idea of dying? It was a fascinating thought, death was. At the same time, though, a scary one. She almost wished she did have someone she trusted absolutely. But that was impossible. You couldn't trust anybody. And yet... ... It was strange, really, but her mind couldn't help but wander to the enigma that was Kei Oshima. That person had at least seemingly shared so much with her. Could it be that although they had scarcely gotten acquainted, Kei had already instilled a foolish trust within Amelia? Perhaps she even thought they'd be something more than allies... friends, maybe. She almost wished for that. For a moment, she almost caught herself wishing for that. The idea of friends in this unfamiliar place. But, no. Such a thought was foolish. She could not trust anyone but herself. She could not rely on anyone but herself. Amelia stepped into her dorm room, and shut the door behind her. She almost wanted to board the thing up. As she looked in the mirror, a voice whispered in her ear... Can you? Can you really trust yourself, knowing what you've done? She thought she saw something, in the mirror, it flickered and then it was gone. She shook the thought away. She must have imagined it. Yes. Of course she could trust herself. She considered, briefly, bringing out her possessions and looking through them. But she was growing quite tired from all that had already occurred that day. She would take notes, she would reflect further later. She needed to rest for now. Amelia got up and locked the door. Hopefully, whoever her roommate was wouldn't come in and disturb her. She thought briefly on Wei En, she wasn't sure if she liked such a person, she seemed... like a wild card, to say the least. She'd have to be on the lookout for her. As for Nightrekra, she hadn't gotten much of an impression of that person. Amaya... she would have to seek out later. Everyone else, she'd have to figure out as she went along. If she wanted to go along, that was. But dying seemed a shame when things could get particularly interesting, very soon. Smiling stiffly, Amelia laid down and attempted to sleep. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 01/09/2023 05:40 (1 Year ago) |
Amelia Rivera's POVThere was no one here she could trust. People were like onions. You'd think that there was something good somewhere, anywhere, you just had to keep digging, but it all ended in bitterness and tears. Then you realized they were all onions. Some of them were more transparent about it. It was hard to say who. How could you ever know for sure, when you never saw into their minds? Amelia banished her momentary thoughts of the unpleasantness of humanity as she wandered the school, searching for her dorm room. What would her dormmate be like? She only hoped she could get along with them. Well enough, naturally. Her mind lingered over Wei En and Kei Oshima, the two people she had spoken to. Wei En seemed like a wild card, a very unstable individual. Potentially dangerous, and yet just as likely to be nothing more than a strange red herring. Kei Oshima, who... Amelia felt a certain kinship with. She pitied her, really, figuring there wasn't much chance she'd make it out of here, or even live that much longer. But why was that? Couldn't that be said of anyone here? Perhaps it was her painfully naïve and innocent nature, assuming that was genuine, that made Amelia feel guilty at the thought. Did she not want to rip the wool from Kei's eyes? Could it have been she saw something of her past in her, or... No. She couldn't think of her right now. She had to conserve her energy. Just where were the dorm rooms, exactly? Amelia almost felt like she was navigating the place with her eyes closed. Of course, she supposed that would be accurate, she had no idea where everything was. She'd come to a dorm room... Eventually. Probably. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 06:32 (1 Year ago) |
Amelia Rivera's POVAmelia paused for an uncomfortably long period of time. Wei En was very close, and she didn't really like that. She blinked very slowly, looking down, seemingly thinking it over. "Yes. I suppose we are," she replied at long last. Friends. What a puzzling concept. Amelia had never made any real friends before. It wasn't something you could really risk. People would always judge you, they would always get in close and then sink their fangs in, like vipers, vicious, no-good- “Psh, people suck. Robots are much easier to understand than humans. We’re too complex, too calculative. We lie too much, and that’s really crafty of them. With machines like Bubbles, the truth is so easy to detect. If I could, I’d replace everyone with AI. Plain and simple, no wishy-washy nonsense. Less emotions to deal with too. Everyone should have a switch! Something that can turn their emotions off and on….emotions aren’t all bad…hehehe. Guess I know what else to work on!” Was Wei En serious? She'd replace all of humanity with machinery? Amelia wasn't so sure she was entirely against that concept. She wasn't as passionate about robotics as Wei En was, in the least. But she agreed emotions did get in the way of things. People were so very complicated, you had to be so very careful around them... "I mean, you do have a point there..." She pondered whether to say more, but decided against it. She didn't want to give too much away. It was hard to tell with any of his if Wei En was being genuine or not. She was very... Wild and unpredictable, and Amelia was wary of her for this reason. "Anywho. I’d love to work with you and learn more about astronomy sometime!” Amelia merely stiffly nodded, a faraway look in her eyes. "Ah, maybe. Perhaps you could also show me some of your hacking." She wondered for a moment if she had made a mistake with the talent she lied about having. After all, she had probably nothing on her that seemed typical of an Ultimate Astronomer. Reflecting on what she had in her bag felt more nerve-wracking by the second. But she calmed herself, by reciting old passages in her mind. "Want one of your own?” Amelia nearly half-jumped, doing an unexpected show of movement. "Of your... Creations? You could just make another one?" I should expect no less of an Ultimate, I suppose, she noted, attempting to calm herself. She wasn't exactly sure. Such a thing could prove useful, but... "Yeah we definitely should. What’s your perspective on this game thingy though? Think we’ll all make it out alive? With all our limbs? I honestly wouldn’t mind prosthetic limbs. Better, too.” "I think it remains to be seen. We don't know if the people here are killers," she stated simply. "Although... I am curious why someone would bring us all here. For a Killing Game. Seems a bit excessive." Prosthetic limbs... What a concept. This Wei En was truly a fascinating being. Suddenly, all this information was getting quite exhausting. "I think I should be getting to my dorm now." She picked up her bag, and began to head to wherever the dorms were. Well, she'd have to find them. She didn't know the layout of this place, after all... [Read more] |