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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
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Majikaruman was rewarded with a full facial blush from Hisoka. "Well," he muttered, not looking at Majikaruman. "How would you like to start? We could... find supplies. Or something or other."
Hisoka Yamanaku
"What about the Ultimate Labs?" Hisoka drummed his fingers on the table thoughtfully. "You're Ultimate Magician. Surely you have some gadgets or other we could rig. And I'll have the tools to do so in mine."
Also...
He wanted to know what was in Kowai's lab. Flickers of memory brushed past his mind. At this point, where he had the freedom and the safety of exploring it, he had to do it.
"For now, I believe that would work. And we'd have a lock to defend the room with. If you think it is a good idea, of course."
Suko Nobu
No one wants me. The realization hit Suko like a load of bricks. Majikaruman- No, Majimaekae- his mind begged- and Hisoka- Hisoka-meanie- were laughing. Smiling. Flirting.
Enjoying themselves without Suko.
For a moment, they were reminded of Femi. Three was a crowd. There could only be two, and Suko had failed and lost his partner. If Femi were here, if Femi were here-
I wouldn't be alone.
And though it made no sense, Suko was sure that they wouldn't die if Femi had lived.
They wrapped their arms around their mid-section, only too aware of the vulnerabilities of the human body. A slight stab there- a misplaced cough- a single push-
And they would die.
"Koda?" They asked. "Planeteyes? You-" they faltered. "Here?"
Hisoka Yamanaku
"I believe it." Hisoka shook off the images of Kowai. She didn't matter, not right now.
She always matters-
"Well then. I'm going." Hisoka got to his feet, smoothing out his shirt. "Follow me if you wish to. Or..." he trailed off. "However you like."
He turned on his heel and left the cafeteria.
Third Person POV
The two of them made their way around the school. The halls were silent- and dusty. Clearly a faculty did not work here during the School Field Trip.
Which was ominous in itself.
They found the passageway with ease, and entered the Ultimate Labs. Each one was labelled with their talents. There was no Ultimate Arsonist or Ultimate Poet. There was an unlabelled room, however, and the Ultimate Swordsmaster.
So Monokuma would preserve their secrets. That was not calming whatsoever. Hisoka took the door to the Ultimate Magician's lab and ushered Maji in.
The interior was magnificient. An enormous stage was set at the end, the kind you might find in a stadium. Red velvet carpeting ran up and down it, clutching the edges. Seated on the stage were not people, but a series of equipment which might resemble people if it were sillouetted against a wall. Similarly, stacks of kits and the like grew as grey snowmen in the seats before the stage.
It appeared like some strange alternate universe where people were made of wands and cards and escape boxes. The walls themselves constituted many of these things. Even a library on Houdini could be found, scattered throughout displays of Magician's gear.
Hisoka looked irritated at the sight. "There's so much... colour. Could they not have at least painted over this patchwork room?"
Title: Maji
It would be a dream come true. Despite myself, I slowly made my way over to a few of the seats, my disbelief and shock the only thing stopping me from sprinting to them.
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Maji?" Hisoka ventured. "Er- what are you doing? Can you hear me?"
No, Maji did not. No, Maji was going for this disasterzone and for some reason he liked it? High class, proud Maji, enjoying this insane child's dreamland? Was the world coming to an end?
Was Hisoka's sanity finally dwindled to dry banks?
"Darts?" He asked.
A small notch in the wood, barely noticable unless you knew to look for it. I put a finger through and pulled the hatch open, quickly hit with the scent of wood, metal, and tools. "Talk about retro."
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Rich people..." Hisoka murmured to himself. He watched Maji move around. "In my experience, the true rich tend not to show off their extravagant way of life. Only fools who cannot keep money choose to play at wealth."
Hisoka knew that, quite well. But arguably, Maji did have a point-
"Oh? I wonder if we all have hidden compartments..." Hisoka trailed off. Oh. Yes, that was why. There was a guide to human anatomy below a sharpening kit.
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Ah. Interesting." Hisoka eyed the compartment with growing distaste. "Do you have what we need in there?"
Or is this a waste of time? he thought but didn't add.
Suzume Fujimori's POV
"I... found... some- chairs," she panted, leaning over in exhaustion. "I'm going to go get more. Everything okay in here?"
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suko Nobu
"We really are alone... Femi." Suko watched the rest of the Ultimates. They were milling about, a scattering of ants busying themselves in individual tasks. Silent and auditory conversation. They were one and they were all.
Suko seemed to be the only one who was still trapped.
I don't like being trapped.
But no one was coming. No one was grasping them by the hand and tugging them up. No one, no one-
"Let's go." Suko turned around and walked out. They would complete their task on their own.
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka relaxed. For a second there, he thought... "You make a good point. Well then, shall we check out my lab? And possibly... a few of the others?"
The prod was intentional. Did Maji know...?
Niwa Atsushi [REPOSTED]
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'-?"
She thought about it for a moment. "I guess I could really use the help..." More importantly, if we're together doing this, no one is going to attack her while I'm gone... Then she nodded. "Yes... I'd like that."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hisoka Yamanaku
Something thrummed in Hisoka's chest. He grinned at Maji as he leaned in. "Do you want to check out Kowai's room?" If Maji wouldn't be forward, than he would be. They were both thinking it.
If he was right, then...