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Danganronpa Roleplay [Whispers in the Dark]
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Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 06:27 (1 Year ago)
He had a bit of an accent- light British.
Artemis nodded in their direction.
"My name is Artemis Wright. A pleasure to meet you."
he was polite, at least.
His blue hair was about chin-length, and messy, like he hadn't bothered to comb it.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 06:29 (1 Year ago)
Hotaru's confident pull on her arm brought a wry smile to Nanami's lips. She admired the other girl's audacity, her willingness to push boundaries and walk the fine line between flirtation and confrontation. Nanami was more than happy to play along, matching Hotaru's energy with her own brand of brazenness.
"Well, well, lead the way, oh mighty Sun," Nanami quipped, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure the majestic dorms will be the perfect backdrop for your radiant aura."
Her head leaned against Hotaru's shoulder, a bold move that conveyed both familiarity and challenge. The physical closeness was a testament to their unspoken agreement to dance on the edge, to test the boundaries of attraction and rivalry. Nanami's fingers brushed against Hotaru's arm, a subtle touch that sent a spark of anticipation through her veins.
As they turned into another corridor, Nanami's eyes glinted mischievously. "You know, this whole 'chasing the sun' thing could be quite exhausting," she remarked, her lips curling into a half-smile. "But I guess it's worth it for the chance to bask in your brilliance, even if it burns."
Their banter was a dance of fire and ice, a whirlwind of barbs and attraction that seemed to defy the rules of normal interaction. Nanami reveled in the sharp edges of their words, the thrill of keeping up with Hotaru's quick wit. She knew this was no ordinary alliance, no run-of-the-mill friendship. This was a game, a battle of wills and desires, and Nanami was more than ready to play her part.
As Kei ventured through the school, her steps were measured and purposeful, but her thoughts were a whirlwind of considerations. She had bidden Ichika and Ezekiel farewell, leaving them both on good terms. The echoing conversations of her classmates and the unfamiliar surroundings faded into the background as her mind remained fixed on the one constant that had anchored her in this bewildering situation: Amelia.
With each corridor she navigated and each door she passed, Kei's internal monologue was a steady stream of introspection. Amelia's intentions, Amelia's strategies, Amelia's objectives – they were the guiding stars that illuminated her path. The bond they had formed so quickly held a unique power over Kei, tugging her strings like a marionette, propelling her toward actions that aligned with Amelia's plans.
As much as Kei had always believed in the strength of alliances, the intensity of her loyalty to Amelia surprised even her. But it made sense, didn't it? Amelia was the sun around which Kei revolved, casting light on the otherwise uncertain landscape of their predicament.
"Form alliances, gather information, stay cautious." Kei's mind echoed Amelia's instructions like a mantra, guiding her steps as she explored the dormitory section. The rooms stood like potential pockets of safety, each door a gateway to a temporary refuge, a place where alliances could be cultivated and strategies honed.
Yet, even as she mentally checked off the list of objectives, Kei couldn't shake the undercurrent of doubt that whispered in the recesses of her mind. Was her unquestioning dedication to Amelia blinding her to her own instincts, her own desires? She had always been the kind to be easily swayed by those she trusted, sometimes to her detriment.
As she arrived at a door marked with a room number, a picture of her, and what looked tlike the girl bothering Jiroi from earlier, Kei hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering before the handle. Her thoughts turned briefly inward, a flicker of self-awareness emerging amidst the tide of Amelia-centric considerations.
But just as quickly, she pushed those thoughts aside. There was no time for personal doubts. The mission at hand was far too important. Taking a deep breath, Kei turned the handle and stepped into her assigned dorm room, her heart a blend of trepidation and determination.
She wondered what her roommate was like.
Jirou's cheeks were ablaze, a deep and vivid shade of red that seemed to rival the intensity of a sunset. His heart raced like a runaway train, his chest tightening as he awkwardly extricated himself from the clutches of Airi, Kuraim, and Magnus. The trio's playful banter and physical proximity had left him flustered, his usually sharp wit rendered utterly useless in the face of their teasing.
"I'm going to go find my dorm," he stammered, his voice betraying his unease as he took a step back. His gaze darted around, unable to meet anyone's eyes directly, his embarrassment gnawing at him like an insistent itch.
Shouldering his tennis racket with a somewhat shaky hand, Jirou forced a small, strained smile, his eyes fixated on a random point on the floor as if it held all the answers to his predicament. With a mumbled farewell, he turned on his heel and began to walk away, his steps a tad more hurried than he'd have liked.
As he made his way through the hallways, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Why did he always seem to find himself in these situations? And why did his body react the way it did? It wasn't like he was attracted to any of them, right? His internal monologue raged like a tempest, questioning his own reactions and analyzing the words and touches that had left him so flustered.
By the time he reached the door of his assigned dorm room, his cheeks still bore the fiery hue of embarrassment, a stark contrast to his usually composed demeanor. He let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him (featuring a picture of him, and a hukan that was vaguely familiar), leaning against it and pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to physically will away his mortification.
"Get a grip, Jirou," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with frustration. He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, then took a deep breath and scanned his new surroundings. The room was modest, but he'd seen worse during his travels with his parents.
With a determined set to his jaw, Jirou decided to focus on the one thing that had always provided him solace – tennis. As he began unpacking his belongings and arranging his tennis equipment, his thoughts slowly shifted from the embarrassing encounter to the sport that had always been his refuge. The rhythmic sound of his racket hitting a tennis ball against the wall became a soothing backdrop to his racing thoughts, providing a sense of normalcy in the midst of the chaos that had become his new reality.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 06:32 (1 Year ago)
Amelia Rivera's POV
Amelia paused for an uncomfortably long period of time. Wei En was very close, and she didn't really like that. She blinked very slowly, looking down, seemingly thinking it over.
"Yes. I suppose we are," she replied at long last.
Friends. What a puzzling concept. Amelia had never made any real friends before. It wasn't something you could really risk. People would always judge you, they would always get in close and then sink their fangs in, like vipers, vicious, no-good-
“Psh, people suck. Robots are much easier to understand than humans. We’re too complex, too calculative. We lie too much, and that’s really crafty of them. With machines like Bubbles, the truth is so easy to detect. If I could, I’d replace everyone with AI. Plain and simple, no wishy-washy nonsense. Less emotions to deal with too. Everyone should have a switch! Something that can turn their emotions off and on….emotions aren’t all bad…hehehe. Guess I know what else to work on!”
Was Wei En serious? She'd replace all of humanity with machinery? Amelia wasn't so sure she was entirely against that concept. She wasn't as passionate about robotics as Wei En was, in the least. But she agreed emotions did get in the way of things. People were so very complicated, you had to be so very careful around them...
"I mean, you do have a point there..." She pondered whether to say more, but decided against it. She didn't want to give too much away. It was hard to tell with any of his if Wei En was being genuine or not. She was very... Wild and unpredictable, and Amelia was wary of her for this reason.
"Anywho. I’d love to work with you and learn more about astronomy sometime!”
Amelia merely stiffly nodded, a faraway look in her eyes.
"Ah, maybe. Perhaps you could also show me some of your hacking."
She wondered for a moment if she had made a mistake with the talent she lied about having. After all, she had probably nothing on her that seemed typical of an Ultimate Astronomer. Reflecting on what she had in her bag felt more nerve-wracking by the second. But she calmed herself, by reciting old passages in her mind.
"Want one of your own?”
Amelia nearly half-jumped, doing an unexpected show of movement. "Of your... Creations? You could just make another one?" I should expect no less of an Ultimate, I suppose, she noted, attempting to calm herself.
She wasn't exactly sure. Such a thing could prove useful, but...
"Yeah we definitely should. What’s your perspective on this game thingy though? Think we’ll all make it out alive? With all our limbs? I honestly wouldn’t mind prosthetic limbs. Better, too.”
"I think it remains to be seen. We don't know if the people here are killers," she stated simply. "Although... I am curious why someone would bring us all here. For a Killing Game. Seems a bit excessive."
Prosthetic limbs... What a concept. This Wei En was truly a fascinating being.
Suddenly, all this information was getting quite exhausting.
"I think I should be getting to my dorm now."
She picked up her bag, and began to head to wherever the dorms were. Well, she'd have to find them. She didn't know the layout of this place, after all...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 07:10 (1 Year ago)
“Amelia: A silent girl, well-mannered with deep and intense thoughts. Extremely clever, and likely equally talented, though her understanding of machines is a little lax. Her fascination with that which is human and that which isn’t is quite peculiar for someone who wield the title of Ultimate Astronomer. Information presented to Subject 001 Ultimate Hacker may be inaccurate. Beware of falsehood. Talent may have something to do with spiritual workings, or some fancy entity realm thing that has yet to be explained using logic.”
The screen flashed once, before transcribing all she had said into a report, with a small photograph of Amelia beside it. Underneath it had been typed: [alliances: kei, weien (possibly)]
And underneath it. Do Kei and Amelia have a special connection?
Well. Looks like someone had their priorities straight.
After Wei En was done being all serious and boring, she switched back to her usual, happy, mildly overbearing attitude, humming as she fiddled with her contraptions and waited to be approached.
Reilin’s writer has forgotten Reilin existed. Reilin found her room, decorated crudely with a huge portrait of herself, and someone she didn’t know. Putting her items away, she rests for a moment, before getting up and wandering the hallways of their dorms, staring at people’s portraits.
Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 07:43 (1 Year ago)
Horatia Arborea
Many things happened without a cause. Actually, scratch that. Pretty much everything happened without a cause to Horatia. One moment something would happen, and another moment she would be driven to do something else inexplicably.
She always wrote it off as insanity. Clearly it must've been her prolonged exposure to art that was the cause of it. A lot of artists experienced it anyway, so it must be totally normal.
Well, art was something she was willing to put behind herself forever anyways. Hopefully she would become less insane as time passed.
Horatia wasn't sure what the sudden urge of wanting to create knife soup was though, but of course questioning it was futile. She gathered a whole bunch of knives and dumped them in a pot as if she did it every day for breakfast. Adding some scalding hot water, leeks (heh), seasoning, and screaming souls of tortured children from the depths of hell, she mixed it a bunch before deciding to take the entire pot with her.
Surely nothing can go wrong with this. But her (rather) short stature was quite a sight to behold while she was carrying a large pot filled with screaming knives in front of her.
Making her way to the dorms, Horatia entered the one with her face on it, ignoring the potential weird glances she would get. Looks like she was dorming with this Wei En person. Let's see how this goes.
Eden Aconitum
Ultimate Vigilante...that's not a bad talent. He can act as my human shield or something, maybe. The uneasiness of him saying it just makes it so much better...
"Umm...I guess. I could use some sleep..." Eden replied lazily, running his fingers through his bangs to tidy them up.
"Hooray...?"
Eden lightly squeezed Amaya's hand. The awkwardness and uneasiness of this was quite...nice, for lack of a better term. Perhaps it could be considered reassuring, or something along the lines of that.
Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 14:39 (1 Year ago)
Eris had slipped away successfully. She walked the halls with a strange urgency and precision. Her sandals somehow muffled each step she took as she looked at her deck of tarot cards...
Anger and frustration filled Emika as she was ignored and slowly left alone. She huffed with the emotions building in her chest. A familiar twinge ran through her, but without her precious gunsen, she couldn't even think to follow through...
Nightrekra happily skipped her way to the dorms of the Academy. She was so exci- The excitement drained a little as she remembered the dire situation everyone was in. Oh well... She'd just have to make the most out of it!
Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 16:15 (1 Year ago)
Shizuka Matsubara
Through a delirious, emo-induced haze, Shizuka heard someone's voice. Unfortunately in the same room as them. With a frown they sat up, and one of their earbuds slipped out of their ear.
They twitched. No longer could they hear the delights of Welcome to the Black Parade.
"Why?" They sighed deeply. "You could have chosen any other dorm and yet you specifically came into this one..."
Shizuka trailed off, a dawning realisation coming over them. "This is your room." There was an unhappy note in their voice that they couldn't really bother to keep down. They had to sleep with this rando? "Your portrait... it was on my door. Have they assigned us together?"
Amaya Ono
Wow, his hair's actually kinda cute. The bangs look really good on him, Amaya thought. His eyes immediately went wide. Just on him! I would never want to have such a terribly childish and adorable hairstyle. I would never get respect that way.
With a deep shudder, he vowed to drink even more milk that night, regardless of the pain and suffering that would follow. Lactose intolerance was an obstacle he could overcome in his journey towards being of an average height.
Soon, he decided. The milk will save me.
The two were walking down the hallway, hand in hand. Amaya itched to pull his away, but it was kinda too late for that, right?
The dorms came into sight, as well as a bunch of people that he very much did not want to see. Admidst all the yelling and chattering, he retracted his hand and hoped Eden didn't notice.
"What's going on?" He tried to talk over the din, but his voice was immediately drowned out, a soft thing, despite the harsh bark he'd been aiming for. "Hello? Guys?'
Hotaru Tsutsumi
The corners of Hotaru's mouth twitched up in a smile. "And oh, how I do burn," she whispered to no one in particular.
This might be very interesting after all. And who was she to let up such a chance?
The dorms quickly came into sight. Tacked on each wooden door were two portraits, each of a face she recognised. Hers was in sight and it was-
Her mouth opened slightly. "Assigned dormmates?" She whined to the open air. "No way! That's so dumb! What the hell bear b*tch? Why would you do this?"
(To put rugs over all my plotholes and pretend I have never made a single mistake in my writing life. -Monokuma
If you fall in, it's on you. -also Monokuma)
"That's so dumb," Hotaru complained. "What do we do now?" She glanced at the girl on her arm.
Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 23:07 (1 Year ago)
Reilin’s writer has forgotten what Reilin is. If your character is REILIN’S dorm mate, please make the first move. Yours sincerely, the management.
Posted: Wed, 30/08/2023 23:36 (1 Year ago)
Artemis sat down on the bed opposite them.
"Apologies for intruding. Let us make a deal. You shall leave me to my devices, and I shall leave you to yours."
He pulled out a novel.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Fri, 01/09/2023 05:16 (1 Year ago)
As they stood before the dorm room doors, Nanami leaned in closer, her lips hovering dangerously close to Hotaru's ear. "Maybe we should find a way to... persuade them to switch with us," she suggested, her voice dripping with playful innuendo.
She slid her hand down to rest on Hotaru's hip, her touch subtle but unmistakably seductive. "After all, I'd hate to spend our nights with someone else when I could have you all to myself." Nanami's words were like velvet, and she gave Hotaru a sultry look, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Despite the ridiculous situation they found themselves in, Nanami couldn't deny the allure of the challenge. If anyone could turn an inconvenience into an advantage, it was her.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Posted: Fri, 01/09/2023 05:40 (1 Year ago)
Amelia Rivera's POV
There was no one here she could trust. People were like onions. You'd think that there was something good somewhere, anywhere, you just had to keep digging, but it all ended in bitterness and tears. Then you realized they were all onions. Some of them were more transparent about it. It was hard to say who.
How could you ever know for sure, when you never saw into their minds?
Amelia banished her momentary thoughts of the unpleasantness of humanity as she wandered the school, searching for her dorm room. What would her dormmate be like? She only hoped she could get along with them. Well enough, naturally.
Her mind lingered over Wei En and Kei Oshima, the two people she had spoken to. Wei En seemed like a wild card, a very unstable individual. Potentially dangerous, and yet just as likely to be nothing more than a strange red herring. Kei Oshima, who... Amelia felt a certain kinship with. She pitied her, really, figuring there wasn't much chance she'd make it out of here, or even live that much longer.
But why was that? Couldn't that be said of anyone here?
Perhaps it was her painfully naïve and innocent nature, assuming that was genuine, that made Amelia feel guilty at the thought. Did she not want to rip the wool from Kei's eyes? Could it have been she saw something of her past in her, or... No.
She couldn't think of her right now. She had to conserve her energy. Just where were the dorm rooms, exactly?
Amelia almost felt like she was navigating the place with her eyes closed. Of course, she supposed that would be accurate, she had no idea where everything was. She'd come to a dorm room... Eventually. Probably.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Tue, 19/09/2023 23:34 (1 Year ago)
She was honestly doing great. A murdr game? Well, who cared, honestly? Just as long as she could have fun, she was A-OK!
She hummed cheerfully, walking along.
She was cheerful and peppy- she had to be. A good performer should always be energetic!
She skipepd along, before stopping in front of her dorm door.
She leaned over Kei’s shoulder.
“Hi!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 20/09/2023 01:23 (1 Year ago)
Shizuka Matsubara
Huh.
Shizuka squinted at the guy, who seemed to have pulled some bigass novel out of nowhere and was now reading it. So... zero? Zilch? He wanted absolutely nothing?
Huh indeed.
They assured themselves that they wanted this. This was exactly what they'd been hoping for. Someone calm, quiet, uninterested. Someone who would leave them to their own devices and not care a bit about them. He probably wouldn't even care if I died.
Maybe that was too far. They had just met the guy, and life and death stuff was totally weird to deal with at the acquaintanceship stage. But still. The ideal roommate.
Deep inside, they tried to ignore the ache in their heart that always got to acting up when they were around other people for too long.
"Sure," they agreed. "I ignore you, and you ignore me. No problem."
And so they flopped back onto their bed and clicked their playlist back on. Closing their eyes, they enjoyed the ringing of funeral bells in their ears. Ah, emo music. You never disappoint. Truly, it warmed their heart.
Hotaru Tsutsumi
Hotaru was too busy raging at Monokuma's terrible dorming system to notice that she was on the verge of getting some sweet Nanami action.
"It's so dumb!" she stormed. "I'll have my lawyers come down and arrest his fuzzy ass! BEAR lawyers! Real bear lawyers! With ties! And big furry heads that can take his little furless teddy bear face right off! DOWN WITH CORRUPTION!"
"It really doesn't matter," some guy behind her sighed.
She whipped around to face him, demanding to know who dared oppose the storm she was to bring down on the pansy-bear's head- and immediately recognised him.
"You're the anarchist!" she cried. "You should oppose all forms of government! How dare you side with him against me?"
The betrayer rolled his eyes. "Sorry," he apologised to Nanami, an action which had Hotaru seeing red. "She's an idiot. You can dorm with whoever you like. I seriously doubt the Headmaster is going to bother enforcing any kind of bedroom rules, considering HER."
He sent a smirk her way. Hotaru pictured herself strangling that little child body of his and felt herself grow a little warmer and fuzzier inside.
"In any case, if you decide you want to ditch her, you're always welcome with us. We're down to dorm with whoever, and I can't leave anyone with her in good conscience. She lost her meds, you see. Left them at the capitalist mansion she calls a home."
"Don't be ridiculous," Hotaru sneered, despite the twinge of fear she felt as she turned to smile at Nanami. "My best girl would never leave me for the weird loli-trope. I'm an infinitely superior breed, and she knows it! She wants to stay with me!"
She stuck out her tongue at Amaya. "So there!" And then went back to beaming in the girl's direction. "Right? You wanna stay with me. Because you love me!"
Go with him and I'll burn down your house, she mentally added. Her cheeks were starting to hurt, but she kept on grinning.
Posted: Wed, 20/09/2023 01:42 (1 Year ago)
Eris soon found the dorm rooms. She slipped into her room while shuffling her tarot cards...
Emika was in serious frustration. Getting ignored irritated her, and her mind was fighting her at every turn! She needed a release... For now she found her dorm room. It was with an... Alchemist? Whatever... She stormed her way into her dorm room...
Nightrekra paused to look at everything. So many shiny things!!!
Posted: Wed, 20/09/2023 01:45 (1 Year ago)
He carefully placed a framed photo on the bedside stand, wiping the glass with a small cloth.
He stared at the photo for a moment, before sighing, abnd looking away, back to his book.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 20/09/2023 02:41 (1 Year ago)
Shizuka Matsubara
Oh, he was talking. Shizuka held down the volume button and stared into the distance as the emo sounds grew to incredibly horrible pitches. It felt like their ear was being stabbed.
Eh, that was probably fine. If they went deaf, they'd never have to talk to anyone ever again. Actually, why hadn't they destroyed their cochlea yet? It seemed much more productive. Yes so incredibly useful.
Ah, but alas, emo music. Would they sacrifice the most glorious sounds known to man for the chance to have a legal reason to ignore screaming children?
They frowned.
"That's a tough one."
Posted: Wed, 20/09/2023 02:46 (1 Year ago)
It seemed his new roommate was a music lover.
Not just music, but bad music. he much preferred the masterfully carfted symphonies of Bach to those…sounds.
he flipped through his novel, absently messing with the locket around his neck.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 20/09/2023 02:54 (1 Year ago)
Shizuka Matsubara
"I hate jewelry," they sighed. "It brings out how ugly I am. It doesn't suit me."
Thankfully, the music
"I was crazy once," they mumbled. "They locked me in a room. With rats."
They heaved a deep sigh.
"Ah, memes. To cover up the sorrow buried deep within continual existence."
Posted: Wed, 20/09/2023 03:01 (1 Year ago)
The story was all about death and the actions of the main character which helped him get through these things. Evryone around him fell dead, everyone he loved disappeared, yet people only ever laughed at the absurdity of the story.
Artemis found it tragic, for the main character, to be all alone in a cruel world.
He supposed he enjoyed the book.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Sat, 23/09/2023 08:14 (1 Year ago)
Reilin was so done. If not for her upcoming music competition she would have long slit her throat and killed herself. The bear was far from intimidating, at best a fat, two coloured creature with a freaky laugh. A wannabe Wei En. At least that overenthusiastic girl had fashion sense. She really rather be doing something else. And there was no proper music room??? No nice, sound-dampening panels for her to drown out the noise of everything around her and focus on her own music?? Atrocious! And where the hell was her roommate, anyways? What was the point of having perfect pitch if everyone and everything was going to be so out of tune?? She huffed, pacing the room, burying her head in the pillow, groaning, getting up, tying her ponytail, lying on the floor, arranging her music scores by alphabetical order or composer’s death day, got up again, polished her musical instruments, and then returned to pacing. Clearly a very sane and organised person. What was going on, anyways?