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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
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Hisoka faltered. Oh. That's right, he realized. I lied to him. He closed his eyes and counted to three. "Yes," he said, eyes still closed. "That's right. We'd better be... cautious. She visited it. Her lab may harbour dangers she wished upon us."
Kowai was quite vindicitive. And Maji hadn't understood her the way Hisoka did.
Hisoka Yamanaku
He lead the way down the hall. Each step was one closer to his grave. His palms were sweaty, and his heart was cold. What could he-?
Maji was smiling, scampering after him. His hair tumbled around his mask with each bouncy step. His face beneath it... He wanted to see it again. He wanted to always stare into those blue, blue eyes and hold his hand. He wanted Maji to want that too.
To want to see beneath Hisoka's mask. To want to hold his hand like that.
Have I ever really wanted anything besides this?
Hisoka jerked to attention and came to a stop. He made a sharp turn to the right, and there Kowai's Lab was- at the end of the hall, beneath a flickering light bulb.
He yanked it open and threw himself inside.
Kowai Kurai's Ultimate Lab
The whole Lab was lit, and totally empty.
It was like an endless void, blank of expression or thought. The walls were white. The ceiling was white. The floors were white. There was no sense of distance or shadow, for not a single object resided in the room. It was just... empty.
Empty.
Hisoka moved through it, and crouched at the far end.
Third Person POV
Hisoka pressed his hand into the floor. His brow furrowed. He muttered something dark under his breath, then raised his hand, smashing it into the ground.
A click resounded throughout the room.
A compartment at the far side from the door began to open.
Hisoka stood up, stumbling a bit. He glanced at Maji, then nodded. He moved towards it.
Third Person POV
Hisoka withdrew something from it. He stared at it for a long moment. His breath fanned out and misted over the square of glass. Then he offered it to Maji.
A girl, possibly eight or nine. Purple hair, soft features, and dead eyes that were the shade of dried blood. A younger Kowai stared back at them. In the picture beside her, a face was scratched to pieces. It was impossible to determine the identity of the person beside Kowai.
"Her brother," Hisoka said quietly. "She kept this picture here. To remind herself." He closed his eyes, breathing out. "Do you have siblings?"
Hisoka Yamanaku
And so the two left the ominous void of a room, that had once belonged to Kowai. A grim air had settled over the two of them. Some lack of understanding, perhaps, or too much- that they both knew a singular truth that to the other was a lie.
Or so Hisoka thought.
Later on, he would understand far better exactly what had taken up a wedge between them. But the Hisoka of the past- the grim, painted one, would never quite see anything without a veil.
They had the supplies they needed. It was time to prepare for the school festival.
[TIMESKIP TO NIGHT?]
Third Person POV
Hisoka sighed. "There has to be an easier way to do this." He set down his own work. Smooth and precise- as expected of someone who worked with jewelry. He glanced back and forth. "Do you know if-?"
"I'm here!" A whirlwind of green burst through the door and threw itself into the seat next to them.
Hisoka's eyes widened. "S-Suko-?"
"In the flesh~ Here to help!"