Don't come any closer!

[blog for DANGAN ERROR] H-hello, my name is Favour Nishiki. If you'd like something, p-please don't shout. You look like an idiot doing that, anyway!

[shsloutof10]

Pre-Despair Talent Swap!

[shsloutof10]

"Very well. I apologize for the deception, but it is imperative that I hide this talent. If it is any consolation, I find it very tiresome to fake disability up so many stairs each morning. Your help was indeed appreciated, even if it was given under false pretenses."

[fragilebrocade]

Favour stared at the boy, looking appalled. Frowning again, he pivoted on one foot. He acted as if he wasn't threatened by the assassin, but he was actually starting to get a cold sweat.

"I-I only help people out of kindness, and that's not false. I-I'll leave you to your crude displays."

He took a step towards the exit.

[shsloutof10]

Pre-Despair Talent Swap!

[shsloutof10]

One quick snap of the neck would do it with this one. That awful scarf made for such an obvious target that no one would expect it was the work of a professional. But that was neither here nor there, of course. Nishiki-san wasn’t a target. Not yet.

The two of them made their way up the stairs in relative silence. This one had always seemed a bit off in Masato’s eyes. He would drone on about “scores” in an unnatural way, but it was obvious that he was merely using his talent as a facade to hide his insecurities.

His thoughts about his classmate, however, were cut short when he heard a sound from above. He’d made numerous requests of his teacher to not begin ambushes until he’d arrived at the classroom, but he knew that would have defeated the point. He quickly spun around, tossing Nishiki-san aside in the process, and pressed the hidden latch on the handle of his cane.

In one fluid motion, the casing fell off and the blade within sliced cleanly through the flour sack dummy in the corner of the ceiling. Within seconds, he had the cane put together again, but the damage had been done.

"Nishiki-san," he said, instantly returning to his hobbled posture, "Do I have your word you will keep silent about what you just saw?"

[fragilebrocade]

Favour was completely stunned; so stunned in fact that he had barely taken in the scene before him. When Masato directed the question at him he didn't reply for a full 5 seconds staring off in his direction with glassy eyes.

"I... W-what...?"

So this guy was only keeping up the disabled act? That was clever. No, no, wait, that was super lame! Ughhhh... he couldn't decide which...!

No, what was more important was the safety hazard of course! And Masato had pushed him aside so quickly it was a wonder he hadn't fallen over! How inconsiderate. Quickly he went into his babbling rant, ignoring the fact that this person in front of him was considerably dangerous.

"Y-you know I could've died with the force you pushed me! That's a violation of personal space and breaking the health and safety rules of our school environment! I'll keep silent only because you score so low i-it would be a waste of breath if I didn't...!"

And with that, he folded his arms and tried to correct his scarf that was slightly askew on his shoulders, nose upturned.

"I-I don't think I shall help you any further. I'm quite sure you're capable of navigating the stairs yourself."

[shsloutof10]

Pre-Despair Talent Swap!

Upon waking up, Masato had a feeling he’d had a very odd dream. He couldn’t remember anything about it at all, but he was certain it was odd, because trying to remember it gave him an inexplicable urge to rate the dream on a scale of one to ten.

He’d never really considered employing some sort of dream rating scale like that before. After all, what point would there even be? There were far more important things to worry about. He grabbed his cane from the side of his bed, double checked the hidden latch, and got up.

He’d really improved his cripple routine in his time at Hope’s Peak. It made an excellent cover to divert suspicion, and in all this time, his roommate hadn’t once doubted the purpose of the cane as support for his alleged bad leg.

Most of the students were headed for the cafeteria for breakfast around this time, but like every morning, Masato had an important early class to get to. Shame it was several flights of stairs away. He made sure not to break character, even with no one around, just to be safe, which meant it would take him a while to get up there. Usually, a passing classmate would offer to help him up the stairs, though, so he expected not to take too long.

[fragilebrocade]

Favour was walking around the school looking for safety hazards as usual. The food that was served in the cafeteria just wasn't up to his standards, and he had better things to do than go and test cereal for poison anyway.

On the way to the staircase he caught sight of Masato, hobbling along on his cane like an old man as usual. Perhaps a break in his investigation wouldn't hurt. He wouldn't want to see Masato die falling down stairs anyway; that kind of death wouldn't score high.

"A-ah, Sakamoto-san. I would say you're exceeding your usual level of pitifulness today. W-would you like me to help you up the stairs, as dangerous a task as that sounds...?"

[dangan-error]

As you open your eyes from a deep sleep, you heavily recall the details of your dream. You had a dream that you were stuck in this very school and were forced to kill other students. A lot of them died. It seemed very real, actually.

Looking at the clock, you see that it’s 7am and get up. You don’t have any classes today, since it’s Sunday, so you have a free day!

-PRE DESPAIR WEEK START-

The schedule for this week is:

Sunday - Free Day

Monday - Class Picnic

Tuesday - Talent Swap (ask Nice what your character is if you don’t already know)

Wednesday - Talent Swap

Thursday - Free day

Friday - Costume Ball

Saturday- Free Day

[crackerrorconfessions]

gimme the degged up shota rangers

[shsldiziplayer-deactivated20140]

  ”..T-That’s not the point here! I don’t want anymore people to die..even if we’re not close or anything..I still don’t want you to die let alone get hurt..” 

[fragilebrocade]

"Heheheheh... Is that so...? Well, I suppose that's kind of you... Yes... A-after all, if I died now it would be going against fate, wouldn't it? I don't think anyone here should die, but I wonder what we can do to prevent it."

[shslwoodcarver]

He nodded enthusiastically. Learning about him proved to be quite interesting to say the least! “Wow…that sounds amazing.” He said, grinning. To be able to make so many useful things out of something so thin and small was extraordinary! If only his own talent was that useful.

[fragilebrocade]

"R-really...? Amazing...? It's just a technique, really... My life has been boring so I've had nothing else to do but weave..."

He felt quite honoured by the compliment. It wasn't common that he inspired or was awed by a person.

"What about you? H-haven't you made some amazing things to become a Super High School Level...?"

[dangan-error]

This motive was horrendous. First you become aware of a serial killer in the school, then the hot water was taken away, your food was removed the next day, you only had water after that, the lock on your door was removed next, yesterday lights in the school went out, and today you all die from poisonous gas. The lights came back on today, however, so it must’ve been just for tomorrow. So now you’ve been walking around all day just waiting for your breath to be taken away. As you passed by the pool, you see Daniel looking in the supply closet, is he trying to find things to bust down the wall again?

Wait, he isn’t doing anything other than standing there holding the door open. Approaching him, you notice his eyes are wide and his mouth is agape. You look into the closet to see the goriest scene to ever cross your eyes.

Uncensored version

"Ping pong pang pon! Students, a dead body has been found! Investigation will commence for the next three hours! Upupu, see you at the school trial!"

MONOKUMA FILES: Case 2

Victim: Klara Bartos - SHSL Ballerina

Time of Death: 9:50pm on Sunday

Evidence:

Damp head and wrap

Pencils in eyes

Cuts on her arms and legs

Colorful liquids in and outside of cuts

LOVE IS OVER

Flashlight near door (not on picture)

-INVESTIGATION START-

[shslwoodcarver]

His face lit up. "A weaver? That's very neat!" He had always admired such crafts. "I think what you do is great as well. What all do you make?" He asked, his interests piqued. 

[fragilebrocade]

"Y... you really think so...? Thanks!"

How kind this boy was! Even if he was just pretending to be interested, he appreciated it a lot.

"I make a lot of things... Like fabrics, or clothes, or rugs, or curtains... Anything that can be made with fabric, I can make..."

[fragilebrocade]

dangan-error § pancake palooza

Favour had dared to start nibbling at a pancake, but that task quickly ended once Monobear's story started to unravel. No way could he eat when such a grisly tale was being recounted! He didn't want to believe it... The announcement of a killer in the school, the rationing and removal of food and hot water, the five day wait until their destined death... It couldn't possibly be real. He still refused to believe it, as stubbornly as one could.

This kind of game was no fair at all. Forcing kids to kill each other? Promising to kill all of them if that didn't happen? It was crazy. If he read a novel like this, he would probably be too scared to finish it at all.

But what scared him the most was that no one seemed to be as terrified as he was about killing.

Without even giving the pancake on his fork a second look, he stood up at the end of the story and began to walk away. He went as far as the hallway before he broke into tears again, hiding his eyes in his scarf, the only sign of sorrow being the shaking of his shoulders.

[fragilebrocade]

dangan-error § after trial 01

Favour had gone to his room that night without a wink of sleep. Every hour or so he would start crying again, and his headache got progressively worse all the way until morning. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he looked like a complete wreck when he got up out of bed, some tears still present in his eyes.

Aimlessly he wandered down the corridors, without much purpose other than to keep moving. His body hurt all over, but he felt like the pain was much deserved for participating in such a horrific event as the one that took place the previous night.

[fragilebrocade]

WAIT SO I CAN ONLY INTERACT WITH GHOSTS FROM 4AM TO 8AM IN MY TIME??? REALLY??? REALLY

[fragilebrocade]

[4:22:34 AM] Ellie Spledida: "Ya know what, whatever! I don't even care!!!" She pulled out the key and threw it against the podium "All of ya, just shut up!!! Please!!!"

[4:23:04 AM] Ellie Spledida: ((ellie spledida, shsl dONE WITH THIS S HIT))

[fragilebrocade]

[9:55:07 PM] Masato Sakamoto: Well, let's see. What does a pancake have in common with our murder weapon?

[amayaono]

"I’m sorry if I’m being troublesome, but can Favour please tell me if he can confirm Elyse’s alibi? Just to be sure!"

[fragilebrocade]

"H... he was in the room with me the whole time... I-I know, because I was awake for most of the night..."

[fragilebrocade]

dangan-error § alibi 01

Favour was in his room for the whole night, lying awake and occasionally sitting up to continue his knitting. He didn't leave his room or even make a sound, and no-one entered.

[fragilebrocade]

"S... someone... actually died...? T-this is a really dumb... j-joke... A joke, right...?"

"... R-RIGHT?!"

He swayed a little and promptly fell face-first on the floor with a dull thud.