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Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]Suzume Fujimori's POV
She flinched, remembering. "That f**king hypocrite."
"defense... And Kowai, I guess... she had her reasons too. And... Buraddo."
She hesitated about Kowai. Kowai.
"Did she really have to be... so cruel?" Suzume shuddered. "To kill Femi, like that? Amano, that was instantaneous. But Femi... that was sadistic. And those words, she said..." She shook her head.
"Maybe there are a lot of stories we don't know here. Nagisa's, Chika's, Akihiro's, Redmonda's, Amano's, Femi's, Kowai's, Buraddo's... maybe even all of Megami's. There's... so much we never got to know. So I think... I don't know if I can forgive the killers. But I can understand."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka's fists clenched. "It's okay, Suzume," he said, calmly. "We can do whatever you're comfortable with. Maji?" He angled his head toward him and spotted him on the floor. His heart panged with concern. "Want to come with me, while I get the food? Or- can you?"
"Me too!" Niwa demanded. His face twisted in a grimace, and his hand flew up to clutch at his eye- "Argh- I want to be there. To help get the food."
I guess some things never change, Hisoka thought.
So much death had happened. They'd gone through so much together. Yet they all still thought they might poison the rest of 'em. Was that really a way out, though? Death of a thousand for a few?
Shouldn't it be the other way around? Death of a few for a thousand?
He shook off the philosophy. "Alright, then. You, me, and Keiki. Maji looks like he should be alone right now."
Hisoka Yamanaku
"If you're sure." Hisoka knelt next to him. "You don't have to," he murmured. "I understand if you aren't feeling up to it."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
She still didn't feel much like eating. Besides... she wanted to stay here...
At least... for a while. She had some thinking to do.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Of course." Hisoka nodded, eyes not leaving Maji. He gripped him by the shoulder and helped him up. "That sounds great, Maji. I'm glad you're coming with us."
He turned to face Niwa. "We're ready."
"Then let's go." Niwa and Keiki turned and left.
Cafeteria
Spoiler alert, they didn't. It was all spoiled.
Hisoka rifled through rotten vegetables. Nothing seemed unspoiled, except for the cans in one of the cupboards. A few cans of spam here and there, hardtack in that corner, some canned peaches...
He leaned back and wiped his brow. He left a smear of moldy lettuce mush. "Ugh... They shouldn't have put all of this together."
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Knowing him," Hisoka said dryly. "He'll probably offer us food, on the happenstance that we decide to commit murder." He stared at the supplies. "Until then... we starve."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
It had been days since she'd eaten, hadn't it?
And yet she found herself lacking her appetite.
It was so odd...
Focus.
She found herself looking at the photos... how had Monokuma even gathered them all together? Must've been camera surveillance. But these must have been gathered beforehand...
Did The Bear predict we'd do this one day? Or did he just gather these, in case they'd be important?
She frowned thoughtfully. "This is certainly odd..."
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"Everything is going to be okay."