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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
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Amano gave a yelp, leaping to his feet, and nearly stumbling over the carpet. "A-Ah-" Then his eyes landed on the girl, and his eyebrows shot up. "Oh! Who's this?" Irritation leaked into his tone, but he quickly shook it off with a smile. "Hello, fellow Ultimate! Welcome to- ahem- Hope's Peak Academy- for the uh... killing game."
The purple haired person on the floor looked between everyone disbelievingly. "I'm sorry... what the hell?" Amano at last turned to them, his eyes brightening.
"Welcome to you too, my g-"
"No, I'm serious, what the actual hell is going on here?"
"Well, my gaydar is picking up a lot of gay energy so it won't be of use. Minty hair seems nice, but idk for sure. Everyone else seems mostly just surprised and confuzzled."
Buraddo Jemu
"Oh wait, before we keep going, i'm Buraddo Jemu, a Bigender individual who walks both worlds in terms of sexuality since i'm only attracted to females. You?"
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa and Amano stared at each other for a long moment. At last, Niwa cleared his throat. "Apologies. I'm just... rather concerned about the situation at hand. And how it was broken to me." He shifted slightly, and the straps of the sheath on his back slipped slightly.
Amano's eyes shifted and Niwa knew the moment when he saw the sword. There was a strange stiffening to him... and was that a snarl starting on his lips? Niwa shuddered a bit and edged closer to Amano's companion, the tall wolfish looking woman.
"I'm the Ultimate Director." Amano offered a hand. Niwa hesitated for a second, then took it. "Amano Tetsuo."
"Ultimate Swordsmaster." He nodded, even though his throat tightened up at the words. "Niwa Atsushi."
“Why aren’t we looking for a way out? Why are we just sitting here like lazy bums?!” Nakata demanded.
Third Person POV
At last, Amano tore his eyes off the sword-wielding individual and turned to Nakata. "Sorry, Nakata. Didn't hear a thing." He grimaced slightly. "We probably should... but half of our numbers've already left the room." He gestured with a flippant hand at the two people whispering on the other side of the gymnasium. His voice was slightly bitter as he spoke. "I tried to organize them, but they ignored me. The Ultimate Director."
The purple haired person sighed as they passed a hand over their face. "Of course they did. Well-" Before Amano could glare at them, they straightened up. "Your name's Nakata?" They tilted their head at the girl.
Nagisa Aoki's POV
Kowai Kurai's POV
Femi Davis's POV
Suzume Fujimori's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Title: Nakata Namiko
Nakata turned to the purple haired person, “Yea! Nakata Namiko! Ultimate Ping-pong master! What about you?” She introduced herself, “Also, do you want to join us to search for a way out? You should, that seems like the only way out” Nakata insisted, “Also, that means we can all be friends!” Nakata smiled.
Amano Tetsuo
This is getting to be a big group. Luckily, he could handle it.
He turned to the newcomer, giving a curt nod. "Amano Tetsuo. Nice to meet you, Nagisa Aoki. I am the Ultimate Director. Please, promptly share your talent."
"I will go with anyone you wish," the purple-haired one said quietly. "I have no-" Just as they began, a girl approached them. They bristled a little at her words, then gave a brisk nod and turned to face her. "Atsushi. Atsushi Niwa."
Then the other girl spoke. Niwa's brow furrowed, clearly annoyed. He probably wasn't very good with people. One of the stoic types. "I'm the Ultimate Swordsmaster. I-I'm not sure if I want friends."
Amano watched him curiously- Atsushi, huh? He still didn't like them that much- seriously, who brought a sword to school?- but the name gave him a sense of familiarity. He was relaxing, slightly. But there was still something off about him. The gait, perhaps... Or the soft face that gave the impression of someone so young.
He flicked his attention back to Aoki, chiding himself for losing focus. That wasn't how you organized people.
Third Person POV
"Hello, Suzume." A red-haired boy gave her a tight smile. "I heard your introduction earlier. I assume you heard mine." He turned away from her at that.
Chika shot him a dark look and a snarl that his turned back didn't return. "Hi. Name's Chika. Ultimate Author," she grumbled. Her eyes flashed dangerously, daring her to- to do something. Something she was clearly defensive about.
"Hiya!" A person hopped forward, the loops of their mint hair bouncing against their skull. "I'm Suko! Suko Nobu!" A giggle. "Science sounds lame, but you don't seem to be! I'm the Ultimate Gunman! Nice to meetcha!"
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa blinked slowly at the
Good.
Silence.
Perfect stoic response.
But of course, Amano, oblivious idiot he was, instantly pounced. "Yes! We must become friends and sort ourselves into groups. You two-" he pointed at them. "Will be going with the two over there-" He pointed at the two whispering across the room.
Ahahaha, great, he thought bitterly. Four separate people to yell at me.
"They do not seem to like me much! You must work with them and convince them this is for the best. I hope you will-" Niwa drowned out the rest of his words. This was boring. This was awful. He wanted to write poetry- but no! That was babyish. That was boring.
He internally groaned.
"-please do so! I will be seeing you all later, as I am going after the group who has already left." He gave a bow. "Thank you for listening, my friends!"
Title: Nakata Namiko
“Hello!” She greeted, “I am Nakata Namiko, Ultimate Ping-Pong Master! We are all going to be looking for a way out of this hellhole!” She said cheerily with a smile, “Andddd we’re gonna all be best friends!”
Third Person POV
"Yes," Niwa growled through his teeth, shoulders hunched as he stalked after her, only coming to a stop in front of the two people. He forcibly deepened his voice. "Friends. Of course." Oh god, his voice sounded awful. He sounded like a frog chugging nicotine. "I am Niwa. Ultimate Swordsmaster."
He gave a low bow, his eyes locking on the ground. Then he straightened up. "We are to be your companions in exploring this place."
I quickly jerked my head up. Welp, there goes the confidence to introduce my talent. How the hell did that bear even learn my talent? I haven't shared it with anyone! "Oh. Hello. I'm... uh... Gimei." I made my most convincing annoyed face, hopefully that would distract them from the fact my fake name literally means fake name.
Buraddo Jemu
I raised an eyebrow and turned to the pair. "Buraddo. Buraddo Jemu. Pleased to meet you."
Third Person POV
Niwa's eyebrows shot up at the name. "Oh- uh yes, Gimei. Of course." He was eyeing her oddly, hand groping for the sword along his back- and then he smiled and let it rest. Then the smile vanished. "Pleased to meet you as well. Both of you. I m-mean." Was he stammering-? Suddenly, his rather short height appeared shorter. "I hope we may be friends. And escape this dreadful place together."
Another bow. The sheath on his back wobbled. Was there actually a sword in there...?
Title: Nakata Namiko
Third Person POV
He stared blankly at her for a long moment.
And then his face flushed with heat.
"O-Oh no! My sword cannot- I mean, it is far too light- it could never accomplish such a thing! That's- silly-" he chuckled, though it sounded like a dying gasp of a bird in a forest fire. "Please do not ask that again. I do not take on such frivolous tasks- with my sword-" He patted the sheath awkwardly.
Amano Tetsuo
"Preferably," he replied, turning towards the girl. He barely hid a start. Something was off about her... something more feral. Something he wasn't fully comfortable with..." He frowned a little, despite himself, but offered a hand.
"Amano Tetsuo. Ultimate Director. You?"