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Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]Suzume Fujimori's POV
So we can what?
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Go on a date inside the school? Escape the school?
She paused. "Actually..." She slowly walked back over to Megami. "Never mind. This won't take long. It's... more important. Something's been bothering me lately. You know how Hisoka was at the class trial? How he... seemed to know what was going on but he didn't tell us to the point it almost got us all killed? It's been bothering me... why did he do that?"
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
She thought of Kowai's comment from not so long ago... and quivered. "No. She didn't know. She couldn't have know-" Suzume cupped her hands to her mouth, realizing she said that out loud. "...never mind. But about Majikaruman... you two are friends, right? Maybe we could ask him about it."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hisoka Yamanaku
The people were collecting together. Forming their usual groups. And Hisoka was alone, an observer- As freaking always.
"I hate you," he mumbled. Oh god, I hate you- Kowai's face hovered at the edge of his vision, a derisive sneer on her face. Not smiling, no, she never really smiled-
Monsters hid behind human emotions, for they never experienced it themselves.
Maji was beside him. They were alone, together. They looked out over these fools and knew that each and every one of them would die at the end, and only one person could save them. But that person was the greatest fool of all- because he was too much of a coward to find it in himself to care.
"Maji," he whispered, so quietly it didn't touch his own ears. "Do you want to go work together?"
Maji couldn't hear. Maji couldn't hear anything he had to say, because-
He intertwined their fingers. "Let's go."
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa's heart thudded in his chest. Why did everyone keep looking at him- and Keiki?
"They want to kill you," he hissed. "Bastards." He pressed closer to Keiki. "I won't let them. I'll tear them to pieces myself first." His hands twitched by his sides.
I can do it, I can do it, I can do it-
Then Niwa blinked and he fell into his human body again.
"Let's work on the poetry. In our room."
Suko Nobu
I'm lost again, Suko realized. I'm on the outskirts again. They don't want me anymore.
Their chest felt tight. Tighter than it had ever been.
The paper in their pocket was heavier than it had ever been too. The lie they'd told everyone, two, three times- the truth of their existence, their mortality-
Mortal, like Femi. Doomed to die, regardless of what they did.
"Majikaekae? Do you want to work together?"
Don'tdon'tdon'tdon't-
SUKO NEEDED TO LIVE-
"It'll be fun~! And you can have Hisoka-meanie too, if you reeeeally want to-"
He's going to kill me, and I'm going to kill me-
Suzume Fujimori's POV
She had things in her bag she could use for self-defense. This would be fine. Everything would be fine.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
"They want to kill...me? Huh, to be honest, that's understandable. I would want to kill me too. I can be very irritating." Keiki laughed. "Ohh Niwato, don't worry your pretty little head off, no one's gonna do anything to me, okay? I'll kick them with my heels, and I'll sharpen the heels for extra safety and less ability to walk, okay?"
"Don't worry, Niwa- please. We'll go write poetry, I'll see if I can get some alcohol and we'll have a bomb, 'kay? Just you and moi. Huh, what poetry should we write? Ooh, we could use some inspiration, maybe I could write a poem about my nails. Or a short story, huh. It'll be called, 'Tales of Nails'...ooh, it rhymes!"
"I'm so clever, aren't I Niwato, I'm the rhyming master! I like.....pasta? It rhymes...but- eh, maybe not so much the 'rhyming master'- pffft, anyways, master, pasta, let's get going!"
Niwa Atsushi
"Rhyming master..." Niwa murmured. Keiki was smiling. But their eyes were not.
The words they spoke- they were reflective. They meant nothing. Keiki was hiding their true feelings, their true fears, and the panic which brewed beneath their skin. Keiki was lying, and they were asking Niwa to pretend to believe them.
Niwa bit his lip.
"Okay. We can write our stuff. And prepare the room."
Keiki clapped their hands in delight. "Yaay! Maybe we could make a pillow fort, Niwa-face! We could hoard all the pancakes and live solely off it and alcohol- writing stories all day and never needing to talk to these idiots!"
"Whaddaya think? I think it's an amazing plan, to be honest. Pancakes and alcohol, a match made in heaven-" They grabbed Niwa's hand. "Come onnnn, tomato-face- let's escape these weirdos and write stories!"
I felt a pang in my gut. Just tell her. I can't. You have to. I can't have her worry, this is for the best. Do it. No, I'm sorry. I shook my head, as if shaking out the voices as I started tweaking with the chord patterns.
Buraddo Jemu
Majikaruman Dōseiai-shadearimasu
"I appreciate the offer, but I think 'Soka and I should go rest. Today's been a lot."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
Focus, Suzume.
One chair found. Could she carry more? Yes, she supposed so, she just had to find more. Her movements were impaired by the newfound chair, but she'd use it for self-defense if necessary...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suko Nobu
"Oh." Suko tried to smile. "Nice~ gotta do couple stuff? I totes understand! Don't wanna barge in onn you twoooo~"
Suko winked.
Hisoka stared at them with a thoughtful expression. "You'll sleep in Femi's room, tonight, I presume?"
"You 'presume' right!" Suko's stomach trembled. They felt like they would throw up. "I'm actually right next door! Try not to be too loud, or I'll have blackmaillll."
"Of course." Hisoka nodded. He wasn't looking away from Suko, even now.
They touched their face self-consciously. "O-kay. So! See you both later, then?"
"Later, yes," Hisoka agreed. He turned to Majikaekae. "Ready to go, Maji?"
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa barely hid a smile. "Alright! We'll do illegal alcohol abuse all morning, to trigger our inner writers." He paused. "Hold on, when did I become 'Niwaface'-?"
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka froze. Maji..?
Suko looked between the two of them, an infuriating grin spreading across their face. "I see, I see. Welp! I won't bother you anymore. Have fun, you two!" They skipped off.
Maji's head was heavy against his shoulder. He could hear his pulse, thrumming in his ear. He released a deep shuddering breath. "Er- what're you doing?" Maji- proud Maji with the sweet tongue and ever-sharp wit, Maji who was as dignified as a Yamanaku should be.
Maji.
"Are you... hurt or something?"
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Oh." Something warm and fuzzy was wrapping around his heart. Did he have a heart condition? Were they supposed to feel this good? Presumably not, but-
Maji was smiling at him.
Hisoka smiled back.
"Foolish."
Title: Maji
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Against my better judgement." Hisoka shook his head fondly. "I can't believe you sometimes, Maji." Maji had a look to him, sometimes, that made Hisoka think he was grinning behind his mask.
He didn't know- it was just something about that slight head tilt that implied it irresistably.
"Well. Will we get started on our own pet projects, then?"