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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
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Dom.
Niwa was crouched in the corner, sobbing his eyes out. The sandwich and sword sheathe were left alone on the ground like sad animal carcasses. A dark cloud of gloom circled above Niwa.
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka had expected crying. Hisoka had expected biting comments. Hisoka had expected downright insults at the worst.
He had not expected to see Buraddo and Amano engaged in an all out war with miniature Monokumas wearing... pink tutus?!
Hisoka squinted closer, praying he was wrong.
A miniature Monokuma launched itself at his face.
He immediately screamed at the horrific fashion monstrosity and began beating it off against the wall.
"FIND A WEAPON!" Amano screamed.
Suko Nobu
"At least she's gone," Suko murmured softly to themself. That girl... he didn't like her one bit. There was something off about her. Something that whispered of deeper connections to this game. Something they would never have believed possible a day ago, but now... everything felt so uncertain.
They tapped the edge of the railing thoughtfully. The Mastermind, eh? The others were probably all thinking about that too.
Suko wondered how close they'd get.
Or if any of them would even be alive by that time.
A light smile graced their lips.
They already knew where they'd be by then.
And knowledge, they say, is power.
Third Person POV
Amano wielded a spatula stolen from the kitchen. Each smack was almost as hard as an angry mom's. They were sent flying across the room until they hit a wall, shattering into pieces.
He whooped.
"That makes ten!"
Hisoka bashed his face against the wall for what may have been the tenth time, and finally the creature dislodged, crumbling to the ground. He blinked.
Then he fell to his knees, gathered them up, and started rocking back and forth.
In the Kitchen
"I'm fine!" Niwa leapt up, smacking facefirst into the wall.
He wobbled a few times then collapsed down, unconscious.
Suzume Fujimori's POV
She had intended to eat something, but she wasn't even sure she wanted to anymore.
Kowai Kurai's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Third Person POV
Amano was in front of them both. With the air and dignity of a prince, he gave them a frying pan and garden rake. "We are holding them back," he stated solemnly. "Join the fight, Ultimates. Let us prevail!" His eyes blazed as he raised his soup ladle overhead, then darted back into the fray, attacking a new batch.
"You're all crazy," Hisoka moaned from his position on the floor. "I just wanted to eat some comfort mochi..." He peeked up through his red bangs. His eyes landed on Kowai.
He blanched.
"...Nope. No comfort mochi. No near any of you."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
"Ah, wait, you have vision problems too? How fascinating! I never knew." She found herself staring at Megami's eyes up close. "How do you even see those? I imagine they require perfect precision to put in!"
Kowai Kurai's POV
It's like she was asking him something, and hoping he'd understand...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Third Person POV
Hisoka's face grew paler. But he gave an affirmative nod. "Uh- sure. Just keep in mind there are witnesses!" The joke fell flat. It wasn't a joke.
Slow blinking for a long moment.
Then...
"Uh- let's go!"
They instantly facepalmed. "What an idiot." Keiki whispered, groaning. "Had to go and knock himself out, didn't he-" They shook their head, annoyed.
"What the heck do I do now-...oh no-" Keiki looked left and right. "Uh- help? Anyone? Niwa's out cold-!" Keiki yelled.
"I need to get tomato-brain out of here- shoot. It's too dangerous."
Keiki panicked.
"Frick- okay....i'll- uh- what do I do-...ah shoot." Keiki stammered. "H-how can I help-..oh- uh- YES! iI can- uh-" Keiki paused. "Carry...carry Niwa to safety-" They said slowly.
Keiki nodded.
They scooped up Niwa in their arms and rushed out of the kitchen.
Keiki's eyes widened as they witnessed the carnage.
"Oh gosh-" Keiki stomped on another robot for good measure.
"..help- anyone?"
Third Person POV
Amano appeared in front of them, bestowing a teaspoon in their hands. "Good luck," he said seriously. He propped his own ladle on his shoulder like a bat, surveying their foes. "We're cutting down on their numbers. We're all still standin-"
He did a double take.
"Is that... Niwa?"
Third Person POV
"Oh!" He blinked. "Well, uh, our dorm for starters- could you stay with him for a while? To make sure he's safe? We'll handle the situation here, if you take him back."
Hisoka glared up at Kowai through teary eyes. Amano gulped and cast a glance back at the fragile situation. "Uh... give me a minute."
Keiki stammered their thanks.
"Alright. Sounds good-" They whispered hurriedly and stumbled away.
Keiki huffed as they carried the unconscious boy to his dorm.
"Alright- I...think that's your dorm- yeah- it is." Keiki whispered.
They set Niwa down on his bed.
Keiki plopped down, cross-legged on the floor, hands over their face.
Third Person POV
Completely and utterly passed out, Niwa was mumbling something in his sleep. "Mm.... h.... la... mmm..." His eyelids clenched. A frown was settling itself over his features.
Suko Nobu
The cafeteria. Suko lingered outside the open door, gazing out into the pure chaos. They reached out and quietly shut it. Well, that was that, they guessed.
Maybe one of them'll die. They snorted internally. They wished.
They turned around and left. Their gun was out there somewhere. They just had to find it.
Third Person POV
Niwa's eyes fluttered open. A blush spread over his face. "O-Oh! Keiki! You're here-" He struggled to sit up. He gave a cry and slumped down, hand flying to his skull. "Ow... I feel like someone hit me with a mallet..."
His other hand fisted the sheets, helping him push into a sitting position. "What happened...?"