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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]Amano Tetsuo
This whole time, Amano's mind had been awhirl.
Me? Killer?
Peanut oil? Allergies?
Voices... couldn't differentiate...
"Actually," he said aloud. "There might be some truth in that. Back... when we were discussing it... there was some strange noise. As we headed into our room. And shortly before that too."
Hisoka inhaled sharply.
Keiki clapped their hands together. "Oooh-! New information- exciting~" They whispered.
They looked around, people seemed to be deep in thought. Keiki thought for a moment, then gave up.
This is too hard. I don't have the braincells for this. Keiki thought.
They sighed.
Suko Nobu
They perked up.
"Why, thank you~" They smiled charmingly. The purple cutie looked slightly unnerved. Soku smirked at him, and the odd look quickly snapped away. "I appreciate it- although-" they paused. "I'm not quite sure what you're referring to. Did my beautiful brain provide something beautiful? I always knew it was capable of that, but..."
"You're right," Hisoka said slowly. "The killer couldn't differentiate between their voices... from where they were listening."
Ohohoh? I suppose I'm even smarter than I-
"But where could they have been listening from?" The purple cutie asked. He pointedly didn't look at the green-eyed one who was obviously crushing on Suko. "We were in the middle of the hallway. And the rooms are supposedly soundproofed, if the bear is to be believed."
"The answer to that is what the killer's been trying to hide from us," Hisoka supplied. All stiffy and awkward. Not Suko's type. "Perhaps it is what will lead to their identity's exposure."
"Which is me~" Suko singsonged. Again, no one listened to them. They grumbled under their breath and picked at the hem of their shirt.
Amano (again, a boring one) nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. Does anyone have any idea of how the killer may have listened in? The second floor, possibly?"
Hisoka shook his head. "The second floor is locked up until someone kills. Monokuma mentioned it when we first arrived. Nagisa was still very much alive back then. And it's obvious we're all in attendance now."
Suko groaned. Why was this so boring? Why couldn't this be exciting, like a murder game should be? I shouldn't have even bothered registering here, they thought mournfully. They should be skydiving off a cliff somewhere, not listening to a bunch of boringers boring up a non-boring thing.
ohhh my gawd...this is taking too longgg...ugh..
Keiki fidgeted idly.
My legs hurt. I want to sit down.
No.
I need to sit down.
They sighed.
I also need to fix this broken nail...ugh.
Keiki stifled a yawn, inspecting the floor, bored as heck.
Third Person POV
"Um- er, Keiki..." Niwa began. Then he stopped. His cheek indented. Was he biting it? "Are you... alright? You look like you're in pain... Something didn't happen, did it?"
Chika scowled at the both of them.
Niwa's face flushed and he looked away.
Third Person POV
Suko's eyes were narrowed. A snarl was set on their lips. For the first time, the easygoing person didn't seem easygoing at all. Had Keiki said something? Why were they slowly reaching, hand outstretched, fingers inching for a thro-
"Think," pressed Hisoka. "Where could someone have been listening in from? Did anyone discover anything? Anything at all?" He clenched his hand into a fist. He blinked, and then it relaxed. Finally, Hisoka looked up, a startling intensity on his face. "No matter how inane, this is important. We know the killer didn't want us to find this. This is what we need to finally solve this case once and for all."
Niwa shrugged. His eyes were still locked on Keiki as well. An uneasy atmosphere had settled over the class trial.
"Puhuhuhu~ Is it all over? Have the students given up? Is their pitiful comradery about to crumble, right before the roleplayer's eyes~?" Monokuma slouched in his throne. "How despairful! My belly button microphone can't believe the words it's picking up on!"
"Wait, so your ears don't-" Amano.
"It's a robot, dumbass." Chika, who was looking more and more unnerved by the second.
"Think," Hisoka spat.
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa perked up.
"Ah! I didn't take you for a reader of Agatha Christie, Keiki! That is an excellent observation, but uh- I really don't think one of us could've set them up so quickly. Especially without them in the first place. And u-um- Smart."
"A listening device?" Chika asked. "That's an interesting idea. Do you have another?" Her eyes had a strange intensity. "You make good observations. Do you have any guesses on who it is?"
Of course. I get interrupted.
Niwa sighed internally.
And of course it was Chika.
"Maybe if the killer were the mastermind... but Monokuma already assured us that wasn't the case."
"Believe in me so readily?" Monokuma looked just about ready to faint. "My heart is touched by this act of love-! I feel so... Bearful!"
"It's bashful-" Niwa paused. "Uh- nevermind."
"I agree with Niwa. I don't think it's a listening device." Niwa nearly jumped at Hisoka's baritone. "The killer would've had to have been there. If it's impossible, the killer has to be Amano or Niwa. It might not fully make sense, but..."
"Agatha Christie novels also include something else," Niwa said softly. "Often, there are... old houses. And in them, there tend to be..." He bit his tongue, debating against the words. "Secret passageways?"
Ah yes, as stupid sounding as he expected. At least it was out now, and they could beat him up for it instead of his own inner voice.
"Aww. Thanks sweetie, how did you know-? I am fond of reading Agatha Christie...- hmm." Keiki didn't smile. Instead, they shuddered.
They dared not make any emotional connections with anyone now, as they could be the killer- or a future one.
The rusty cogs in Keiki's mind were whirring, the two braincells they had strained to figure out something. Anything.
At last, the final braincell strained its last strain, the cogs whirred their last whir, Keiki's thoughts stopped buzzing around, and gave their last buzz...ect. ect..
ahhhhhhhhhh
Keiki groaned.
They had a headache.
this is single-handedly the worst thing i've ever had to sit through-
and i'm not even sitting oh my gawdddd
They buried their face in their hands.
"I officially have lost all my braincells, I can't think, oh no-"
Keiki muttered.
Third Person POV
Both Niwa and Hisoka turned to them in sync. "How?" they demanded. All the colour was draining from Amano's cheeks. He clutched at the hem of his shirt, breathing erratically.
"I hope it's not something stupid," Chika huffed. "Because if it is, I'll kick your ass." Her voice wobbled at the end.
"Suko is very interested!" Suko chirped. They'd recovered from their 'strangling-daze' apparently, because the bright grin that their classmates had come to expect was back. "How did the killer kill killy Nagisa-deaded?"
"How did they know," Hisoka corrected. But his eyes remained locked on Majikaruman.
Niwa Atsushi
"My little toe hurts," Suko complained in turn. "More than Keiki's." They shot him a glare. "Little toes are painful. Do not compete with me on this."
Weren't you the one who turned it into a competition-? Niwa shut off that train of thought. He wasn't the one in charge of the two. They could be weirdos together. Niwa couldn't afford to be attached in any way, shape or form.
"My belly button microphone hurts more than all of your belly buttons put together! Puhuhuhu~"
"Why am I here?" Chika moaned to herself.
Keiki looked shocked. "How- how dare you-! Little toes are insignificant-" They glared at Suko. "My leg has fallen asleep- worse that little toe pain I would say." Keiki sniffed.
As if to top that, Keiki also added proudly, "I have a headache as well. So hah. I win this competition, Suko." They grinned.
Keiki looked very smug as they straightened their skirt. They chuckled quietly.
Third Person POV
Suko put their hands on their hips. "Oh, so you wanna go, huh? Let's go, then, cutie. See who's superior in the end." They sniffed loudly. "My earlobe screams in pain. That's far better than any headache you could have."
"My bellybutton hurts more than everyone's earlobes combined!" Monokuma chirped.
I scowled at Suko. "Ohhh no you don't, sweetie-" I was shocked, how dare they steal my line. I say sweetie, not this idiot 'Suko'-
I clenched my fists. "You aren't making this into a competition where I lose, are you-?." I sniffed. "Let's see who's superior-eh-?"
...
Keiki was too competitive.
"If you want a competition, a competition you'll get. After we figure out this murder- of course. What are you doing- having a competition, in the middle of a freakin' murder investigation.. You've got nerve, don't you-"
A flash of a grin appeared on their face, disappearing as soon as it arrived.
Suko Nobu
Suko smirked at their expression.
"I got nerve all right, baby," they hissed back. "More nerve than you'll ever have in your 'hurt' leg." Ha! Try and return that insult~ You're adorable, but I'm infinitely more badass! "Heh." They flipped back one of their hair rings. Then they paled.
Crap.
IT'D COME UNDONE, NOOOOOOOO-
As they frantically tried to retuck the loose end into the band, the purple-haired cutie (who Suko had decided to conquest in revenge for uh- (K-Keki? Koki? Keggie's insult)) started speaking again. Suko ignored them. Their hair was more important.
Amano Tetsuo
"Do you know who it is, Megami?" Niwa asked.
Please.
Please no.