Shatter the glass ceiling

SHSL Opera Singer {Dramatic colouratura Soprano} Vera Dashov Status: Alive and well Mental: Peachy (DR OC affiliated with Melancholic Seas)

[melancholic-seas]

Hard Pass||Vera||Motive Reaction

The announcement was normal now though it wasn’t something Vera looked forward too. so once gathered with everyone else and watching the screens flicker between the different people she seemed indifferent at first.

Though the appearance of a tall young man with dark hair and eyes to match vera’s stretching in the middle of the room he was in made Vera shift uncomfortably. She shrunk in on herself a little rubbing her arms and turning away from the screens.

“There is no way hes here. He was all the way back home, there is no way that he could be on the ship…” she muttered mainly to herself before turning to look at Monokuma.

“Do…Do we have to visit with the people you brought on board? Can some of us opt out of that?”

[melancholic-seas]

“Wow, I find the person you’re closest to from the outside world, and you’d rather never see them again than have a chat? What does that say about you?

Maybe I should’ve just grabbed a redhead instead.”

“I suppose I wasn’t clear enough. Only the killer gets to speak with their loved ones, and I don’t know if you noticed, but they aren’t on the ship. They’re in their own homes!

I’m global baby!”

[donkeyjackinggirl]

Где говорят деньги, там молчит совесть || Komaka || Day 1 Evening || Chapter 4 || Closed for Vera

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donkeyjackinggirl:

“[Yea. Sergei taught me. He spoke a little Japanese so I taught him in return. Sergei was nice… shame what happened to him in solitary.]”

She took a drink.

“[Vera… I’m sorry this happened. Everything…”]

“[Everything that’s happened is their fault.]”

Komaka looked up at her reflection.

“[Vera… who would do this? Who would start this entire death-game? For what reason?]”

She looked up raising an eyebrow as she took another drink of her wine.  “[Thank you for your apologies but, I am not the one to be sorry too.]” She places her glass back down popping the half eaten piece of pineapple in her mouth. 

“[Someone who is demented and has no soul].” She shrugged. “[Who do you think would do this?]”

[donkeyjackinggirl]

Где говорят деньги, там молчит совесть || Komaka || Day 1 Evening || Chapter 4 || Closed for Vera

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donkeyjackinggirl:

“[Hell huh…]” Komaka said as she looked down at the ground. She noticed the wine hadn’t been touched and Komaka decided now might as well be a time to indulge herself. Drinking with friends was better than drinking alone after all.

Vera could see Komaka reach back, pull up a bottle of spiced rum, pour in a shot, and then pour in a bottle of coke. Komaka may at one point had been worried about Kotori seeing her drink but- she somewhat doubted Kotori was gonna try bossing around anyone, ESPECIALLY VERA right now.

“[Mind if I share a glass of sorrow?]” she said, “[it’s better than doing it alone anyway.]”

There was another pause before Komaka looked over to her, taking a sip from her rum and coke.

“[… so who was Ms. Wako to you?]” Komaka finally asked.

Vera watched her as she made herself a drink raising an eyebrow as she mixed the two, Vera had only ever drank wine so watching her mix soda and alcohol was interesting to her. 

“[I don’t mind at all.]” She picks up her own glass and takes a full drink of it, there's no stopping her now. Sorry, Komaka.

“[My girlfriend...I belive. Yes? Yes. And I let her get close and cared for her. And this is what it got me.” She takes a bite out of a slice of pineapple, making a face she puts it back down. “[You’re Russian is good, though you sound like a heathen.]”

[melancholic-seas]

One day you will blow us all away|Vera||Execution reaction

Vera didnt want to let go of Sango, she didn’t want to admit that she was not going to come back after this. She really didn’t want to watch the event of her death either.  

She followed behind as the rest of the class walked along, trailing as far back as she could without getting in trouble. once everything started she stood with her shoulders back and her head held high…As high as one could while trying to not freak out. She clung to her skirts balling them up inside her fists. 

She had let herself get hopeful that Sango could escape this. That she could come back onto the ship and things wou-That was quickly dropped as soon as the first Rivet lodged itself into Sango.  After each one she started to hunker down and hide her head. She couldn’t watch this, she didn’t want to hear it.  She wanted it to stop. Facing away from the water and keeping her head down she didn’t look up until the noise stopped. 

she really wished she had waited a couple more seconds because now all she could think about was the sight of Sango dead.  

She stared at Sorrel’s hand for a moment after he offered it to her before taking it in both of hers and holding it in a white knuckle grip.   I’m sorry Sorrel you know have a parasite attached to you. 

[melancholic-seas]

Diminished

Another dead, 6 less among your ranks. The trial room grew emptier and emptier with each week, and it’s hardly a contented feeling. Who was next? What was the future going to hold? Things grew bleaker by the day as hope slowly sapped from you all. Those of you holding on were of the more admirable sort.

“Well… Now I understand why Battleship might not be an appropriate game for the daycare. It can end friendships… Ain’t that right Tarzan-san? Anyway… You guys are welcome back on the ship. I’m glad to have ya. After all, it’s so much easier to mess with ya here! Still though… Repairs are taking a bit longer than expected, so we’ll be staying at port for a little while longer… I figure there’s plenty of sharp and explodey stuff around here for you to play with, so you shouldn’t have any objections, right? I guess if nothing else you can go exploring… Take a nice a nice walk on the beach with your favorite gal. Sounds dreamy, right Scarface? Oh… Right… Probably too soon eh?”

Left with a crass speech once again, and Monomi absent to provide any sort of sad attempt of comfort, you make your way towards the elevator. The elevator is roomier than in the past, though it never was close quarters, really. It can easily fit 30 people, so 18 was still spacious… granted, it feels blank anyway, like a page of a book only 1/3rds finished.

You suppose that is just how it’s going to be. As grand as medical technology has become, no one can bring back the dead, and immortality is but an illusion.

[melancholic-seas]

Hit! You Sank my Battleship!

TW: Trypophobia (Kind of?)

Sango pushed herself to her feet, though her legs felt like jelly. She could have stayed in the embrace of Vera forever, but feared delaying Monokuma any longer would place her in danger. Once standing on her own two feet, she bent over to place a final kiss on Vera’s lips. She stayed there only a moment longer with a sad smile on her face before she wordlessly moved to Chieko. As she approached, she removed her eyepatch, revealing the old scar which traveled from her cheek to her brow, her eye caught in the middle. She then gently placed the seashell eyepatch in Chieko’s hand. “I won’t be needing it…” She turned to Sorrel. “Make sure she gets the case and the eye drops, okay?”

The deckhand took a deep breath. “Vera… Thank you… Thank you for-“ She was cut off by a chain suddenly wrapping around her neck, and dragging her out of the trial room.

Monokuma gave his iconic laugh. “Upupu~ I’ve got a special treat for you guys this time. Everyone to the viewing deck! Hurry! Oh… In case you got any ideas… attendance is mandatory.” With that the bear moved over to the elevator, and motioned for the students to pile in.

Once everyone had gathered, they would see a small boat floating gently in the sea behind the cruise ship. It looked distinctly WWII. Monokuma probably found it somewhere on the island. “I figured this is a great opportunity to see what you Super High School Level kiddos are REALLY capable of. Sango is in complete control of that boat out there… She gets out of range? Eh… I guess she lives. I however… will be playing Battleship: Monokuma Edition!” A group of Monokumas appeared on the platform above the students, each standing near an odd rose themed cannon. “Let’s start with… H-7.” One of the cannons fired, just missing to the right of Sango’s vessel.

You could hear her scream behind you as yet another Monokuma approached holding a monitor that displayed her face. Monokuma continued shouting out coordinates as you watched Sango running about the cabin of her ship in a desperate attempt to avoid his attacks. She was doing rather well, but any time she seemed to be getting out of range, he’d cut her off with a volley of cannon shots.

Eventually her luck ran out, and a cannonball hit the side. Amazingly, the military vessel took it in stride, and was still afloat. However, looking to the monitor, you could see that many of the rivets holding the hull together had been launched at high velocity into the cabin, one catching Sango in the back of her left knee, one in her gut, and one in her right shoulder. A terrible screech of pain came over the speakers. “Feckin’ shit!”

Sango continued her attempt to dodge but the new injuries were making it more difficult to move from station to station. The number of hits were raising quickly, and with each one, more rivets were sent flying through the air until eventually the ship was just coasting, and the monitor showed blood soaked Sango that had been buffeted by rivets crumpled on the floor. In a weak apologetic voice, her final words are spoken. “I’m sorry.”

The final cannonball hit, and the ship’s back broke as it slipped into its watery grave.

[donkeyjackinggirl]

Где говорят деньги, там молчит совесть || Komaka || Day 1 Evening || Chapter 4 || Closed for Vera

The snack bar was mostly empty this night. Vera was there. Was she drinking? Or was she just away from everyone else and stewing? Komaka didn’t know. But she intended to at least talk to the girl. She knew she and Sango had something going on so after what happened… well it might be best to at least attempt at consoling the girl. The only thing Komaka was good at was Despair after all.

She slowly approached the opera singer, took a seat beside her and simply stared down. Waiting for her to acknowledge her presence… perhaps it would be best if Komaka reminded Vera she could be a bit more… original in her speaking than normal.

“[It’s been a day],” Komaka said in Russian. It should be noted that Komaka’s Russian is surprisingly good. At this point she’s made it quite clear why to everyone: she spent years in a Russian prison where she no doubt had to face the day to day hardships associated there. To put it simply:

Komaka would like to tell you this is the first time she’s talked to someone in Russian about how someone they knew got murdered by a firing squad but… well that wouldn’t be honest.

[high-strung-high-notes-blog]

Vera didn't have much in front of her, a couple pieces of pineapple and a glass of wine, she wasn’t much of a drinker but, she felt this was a good time to indulge. Though it hadn't been touched after being poured and she wasn't making a move to drink any either. 

Vera glanced over at Komaka as she sat down next to her, her shoulders raised up and she turned to look away dabbing at her face with a napkin. She did turn when Komaka spoke up and faced her fully surprised to hear her mother language come out of her. Sure she had gotten written notes from her but, speaking it was a different level.

Now that Komaka could see her face Vera’s eyes were bloodshot and she any makeup around her eyes had long been rubbed off the scars that littered around them very visible now. 

“[More than just a day. A day is disappointing your family. This is just...Hell.]” She responded back quickly, any hesitance vera had when speaking Japanese was now gone speaking her mother tounge. 

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Chapter Schedule

chapter 4 

Day 1

Open(Sorrel & Takara?)

Open

Komaka

Day 2

Open

Ends

Sorrel

Day 3

Open

Event

Event

[melancholic-seas]

A song of anger and death||Vera|| Trial 3 results|| Re: HACHIRO

Vera was pretty focused on Sango, could you blame her though? Though she wasn’t one to tell off others she felt she could make an acception for this. So she stood and she looked furious. 

“No it’s not only Kotori’s fault but, she is what started it. Her foolish words pushed to kill someone who sure as hell doesn’t deserve it.  I would be devastated if it was either Sorrel or Sango but, she pushed for something that she knew nothing about. It wasn’t until this trial that she even admitted that people were dying.” It was odd to hear Vera this loud but she really wanted to make sure that her heard this.  “Yes what Sango did was wrong but your cousin making a decision like that was wrong. She had no idea who did it and she could have said that. Instead she decided to send Sango to her death. People like her, I liked her, they were going to trust her. A victims word is never taken lightly.” She slamed her hand against Sango’s podium. 

“Your cousin isnt the only one at fault but she started a chain reaction. So don’t act like she had nothing to do with this. So suck it up. She made a stupid decision, don’t blame it on her not being mentally stable. Because I wouldn’t be surprised if you voted for Sango too.” She quickly knelt back down to Sango and gathered her up in her arms again.  Seems she was done

[melancholic-seas]

Sirens of the deep||Vera||Trial3.4||Re: Chikako & Many others

“Why are you suddenly trusting the girl who couldn’t even admit that people were dying? You were tormenting her just a couple days ago. She is mentally unstable and its foolish to trust her judgment.” Vera squeezes Sango closer shaking her head. 

“I am not excited about either of the people we have as our suspects and honestly I would rather it be anyone else but, if we are making a decision I would rather it be from someone who hasn’t been in denial from day one. I enjoy Kotori’s company but, she is not sound enough to be trusted.”

[melancholic-seas]

Doest it just make you choke up||Vera||Trial3.2|| Re:Sango Sorrel and chikako

Vera kept a calm face as she watched everyone chatter along. Names were brought up and her own heart dropped when Kotori pointed out Sango as her attacker. That didn’t feel like something Sango would do but, with the panic everyone goes through during these awful games she…Wouldnt be to surprised.

Or at least thats how she thought she would feel, and she was wrong. Sangos plea for her to nothate her made Vera step away from her podium and trot over to her. Gently taking her hand she squeezed it keeping her gaze straight ahead. 

“I do not hate you…I understand that um. Its all very frustrating, from now on please talk to me..” she leans in pressing her shoulder to Sangos.

“Sorrel, do you have any idea why Ren wanted to attack you? Or why he thought a rock would help?”

[melancholic-seas]

A knights best friend||Vera||Trial 3.1||Re: many students Attn:Sorrel

Vera had been lretty quiet just shifting the sack that monikuma had given her a little at the mention of what everyone had gotten. Wordlessly she pulled out a sword, one that muns behind kiddos from the first game would recognize pretty easily, and held it up a bit. 

“The bear gave this too me. As I have no prior experience in sword fighting I wouldn’t be any good at using it.” She leans it against the podium after putting back in the sack. She froze a bit at Sorrel’s confession of guilt folding her hands agaisnt the podium and squeezing them tightly.

Her voice kept an even tone as she spoke up to Sorrel.

“<That feels like too much of a coincidence…please elaborate a bit more…Please think of what you are chosing to tell us.>”

[melancholic-seas]

Newsflash!! 1

The intercom crackles to life, 10 PM sharp.

“Good evening! This is the Mono-News Network. It has been called to our attention that one  of the students of Hope’s Peak Academy’s class of 2045 is guilty of theft!”

With a resounding click, the surroundings fall silent once again.

[melancholic-seas]

Distrust || Motive 2

7 AM… The intercom flickers to life, as it had every morning for two weeks. It grew tiresome, the voice always grating, the chipper attitude contrasting the rest of the situation. Two had died, and there’s nothing you can do. Helpless, floundering… any attempt at revolting had proven to be dangerous.

This announcement… is a little different. You recognize the format as something similar to the first motive.

“Morning bastards. It’s time for another one of our meetings. Get your asses up to the observation deck and don’t keep me waiting this time.”

You force your way to the elevator with the rest of the class and climb inside, as with the few times before now. And at the top… The view is still beautiful, mocking you in it’s serenity. It isn’t snowing this morning, though the cold still nips at your skin.

Monomi isn’t here this time, for whatever reason, but the bear greets you with a sadistic smile, ready to greet you with the bad news. Presumably bad news, at least. Just about anything from this bear is bad news. Once everyone is present, he proceeds

“Alrighty! Well… I’m not offering any cash this time around. This time, I’ve decided to give all of you a gift. The gift of knowledge and entertainment! Back home, you better bet everyone’s stuck to their favorite news source keeping up to date on all the world’s events… I was thinking, and it’s a gosh-darned shame we don’t have anything like that around here.”

“Well, good ole Monokuma has decided to change that. Starting today, I’ll be providing a newscast about the people you’ve been living with! This way, you’ll have something to talk about, and maybe it’ll help ya figure out who among you bastards can be trusted… if anyone. Fun AND Educational? Aren’t I the best?

“Now, clearly something action-packed like a murder would fetch better ratings, so, you give me one of those, and I’ll pull this little newscast off the air.”

“Let’s start off with a big one! Standing amongst all of you, one of your fellow students is the Arch-Nemesis. The person responsible for this whole thing! I may be running the show now, but… None of this would have been possible without their planning!”

There’s a pause. A ripple of uncertainty and doubt waves over you all.

“If that wasn’t enough… Ten of you are criminals! What kinds of crimes did they commit? Tune in soon to find out!”

With the sour taste of doubt in your mouth, you look around the crowd.

[melancholic-seas]

The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

[shsldeckhand]

When Vera finished speaking, Sango let out a breath she hadn’t even been aware she was holding. She looked away, though the exceedingly wide grin was plain upon her face. She hadn’t worn one of those since she got on this ship. “Really? So… That’s good then, right? We uh… We both like each other.” Sango was more or less staring at the floor as she awkwardly reached her hand towards Vera’s. Once their hands touched, Sango brought her eye back up to gaze into the singer’s. “So…” She laughed nervously. “I’ve never done this before either… What do we do now? Are we a thing now? Like…”

Vera’s confirmation had Sango elated. Such a range of emotions since Vera had walked in, but Sango was definitely happy right now. It was clear just by looking at her.

Her eye widened with realization, and a wry smile crept across her lips. “We should have a date night!” There was excitement in her voice. “I’ll take care of everything. Give me a couple days to get everything ready… So… two days from now… 6:30. I’ll pick you up at your room. It’ll be great.” It sounded like she had already planned this out beforehand. “You uh… don’t have any allergies or anything right?”

“This is great! I…” She stood from her chair, and stood in front of her new girlfriend. “C-can I like… hug you… or something?”

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That seemed too easy? People always made it seem like that was such a big deal? Maybe that was just people over reacting? 

She nodded as Sango spoke smiling a little herself, this was a lot going on all at once but, she was having a wonderful time at the moment. 

“A date night sounds like fun.” She shakes her head at Sangos question. “No, I’m not allergic to anything.” She stood up with Sango straightening the skirt of her dress. “I’ll be sure to be ready at 6:30 for you, I’m sure it will be a lot of fun.” She shuffles a bit before opening her arms. 

“Of cou-course you can.”

[melancholic-seas]

The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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shsldeckhand:

Sango raised a brow, the term not clicking immediately. “Court you what do you-“ THERE IT IS. “Wha- I… Uh uhm… I-I uh…” Under her breath Vera could probably hear a “Dammit Sorrel!” The deckhand’s face was now redder than her hair. “I uh… Hoo boy…” Was it getting hotter in here? For someone who had been missing her jacket since the trial, she sure was sweating.

“I… guess I should just say it, right?” Sango took in a deep breath. “I uh… I like you a lot Vera. Y-you don’t have to say anything, I mean… I don’t even know if you swing the same way, I just…” Sango grabbed hold of either side of her hat, and pulled down… It didn’t exactly to hide her face, but she was nervous. “I like you. Y-you’re pretty, and talented, and nice, and… Please don’t let this feck up our friendship.” Genuine worry could be seen in Sango’s eye as she peered into Vera’s hoping for some hint of how she felt about all this.

The girl dropped her hands to her lap, realizing how odd she must look, but it didn’t take long for her to be wringing her hands anxiously. “S-so…?”

That wasnt really the word anyone used anymore anyway. Vera was just sticking with Sorrel’s wording.  She watched in awe as Sango’s face got redder and redder, a little worried that she had said something wrong or had been wrong about Sango even wanting to do that in the first place.  

She moved her own hands down from her face and folded them into her lap one hand gripping at the fabric bunched up in her lap. “Ah well, I have never had anyone um...Like me before? Nor have I been called nice before so its odd to hear i.” She shifts in her seat looking away for a moment taking a deep breath.  Looking back at Sango she tries to stay calm.

“I li-like you too, you’ve been not-nothing but, kind to me, you don’t think much of my sca-scars and look at me when you talk to me...Which is sadly an odd occurrence.” She looks down into her lap faning herself a little. This many layers and her face heating up this much just weren't a good combo.  

“You’re so helpful and ev-even if I did not return your feelings I would still want to be friends w-with you.” She glances up smiling a little at her. 

[melancholic-seas]

Breakfast but not in bed||Vera|| Closed for Sorrel||Chapter 2

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shsldirtgoblin:

Her laughter is great and Vera is great and Sorrel is pleased that his exaggerated pouting amused her, as that was kind of the goal. He notices her swaying and tries to shift as much of his weight as he can onto his right leg, not wanting her to have to struggle. The word ‘pancakes’ visibly perks him up further though.

“Like all those things!” He sounds very excited now, and is actually fighting the impulse to start bouncing in place- that probably wouldn’t be great for his injuries- with anticipation. “Sounds very good, want to eat that.” And now there’s some fervent nodding, yes, please feed him the thing. He almost pulls her onto the elevator when it arrives, because now he’s extra eager to get to the new kitchen. Sorrel please.

She follows him quickly into the elevator and shakes her head at his excitement. “I’m not the best cook in the world but, I can make a mean blini.” She presses the button to down to the kitchen. 

“What kind would you like? Fruit or with meat?” She raises an eyebrow up at him. “Both is an option as well...I mean in separate Blinis of course...Just having one of each. I’m going to have peaches and creme in mine, it will be a nice comfort.”