Never Say Never.

Roleplay blog for Makoto Naegi of Dangan Ronpa, a proud member of Citta-Alveare! He lives in Sector Five in his own house along with his sister, Komaru. Works in the library, now run by a variety of individuals. Joined 12/18/2013, became a noble on...

[hopespots]

In a single, spectacular moment of incredibly ridiculous (bad) luck, Naegi Makoto has gone from walking quite nonchalantly down the street, to--

--clutching a briefcase of some kind, its locks secured tightly, thrust into his arms by a hooded man who keeps on fleeing down the boulevard without a backwards glance. Naegi doesn’t even have time to protest.

“Wha--I--did you see that?!” he cries out to anybody that’ll listen, staring down at the silver box in his arms.

It’s...ticking. Great.

[firstoffianna]

「♞」 “Just what importance does Valentines have for people? It would seem everyone is anticipating it..or dreading it”

[hopespots]

“Well, it’s a holiday built around the idea of love. Romance, chocolates, buying gifts for whoever you’re dating--stuff like that. I guess the dread comes from not having someone to celebrate it with?”

[weaponizerarchive]

She feels like a hologram girl; a vision removed from the moment, a weak echo of herself, or at least what she assumes she should be. Kirigiri takes stock of the man before her and is pleasantly surprised at her own perceptiveness – she finds she can tell a great deal about him in a single sweeping observation, details that one would usually overlook.  “Naegi-kun, huh. How can I trust you aren’t lying to me?”

Taking half a step forward, Kirigiri drops her gaze to her hands, and at once an instinct hisses at her to keep those gloves on, whatever you do! The strength of the voice doesn’t startle her exactly, but forces her to look up and pay full attention to what she’s being asked instead. It takes her longer than she’s comfortable with to recall.

“There was a school,”  She begins, frowning at nothing in particular,  “an academy of high status and prestige. Kibougamine. I remember the gate, and passing through the front doors… and then I woke up,”  she motions to the space around them.    “Here. In this… Oh, that’s right.”  there’s a bite in Kirigiri’s voice.  “Where are we, exactly?”

[hopespots]

“You can’t,” he admits, knowing that trying to reassure her may very well have the opposite effect. “I’m asking you to trust me, but whether you do or not really depends. I’ll try my best to prove to you I don’t mean you any harm, though!”

An easy smile comes to his face, because this is still Kirigiri, even if she’s not exactly as he remembers her. Or rather...she’s exactly as she used to be, before she changed. Before he changed. Before all of it changed, really.

Naegi listens to her intently, and it’s not difficult to place where she’s from. Wow, that’s...that’s really a few years back...! Answering her takes him a moment, but he doesn’t flinch at her tone.

“We’re in a place called Hive City,” he begins, slow. “I know it sounds impossible, but it’s this strange, enclosed space that operates as a social experiment. It takes people from all these different worlds and watches how we interact...and we’ve been here for two years already! The problem with your memories, all the things that don’t seem to fit right with you? It’s because you’re affected by one of the experiments going on. You’ve seen the way time isn’t working correctly around here, right? Th-The backwards people, the looping cars...all of it is part of the procedure.”

[weaponizerarchive]

Somewhere, distantly, a feeling of comfort registers, like that of staring at a cherished photograph and suddenly recalling the atmosphere from the moment it was taken in precise detail. Kirigiri—that’s her name, she remembers that much—takes in the voice at the other end of the line as the wind breaks and curls around her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing as she shuts off her phone and heads due north.

It’s straightforward enough. She makes it to their meeting point in good time, watching the passersby with a kind of muted bewilderment, still too numb to process her surroundings or evaluate the situation. There’s a young man waiting for her (his face suits his voice well, she thinks) and just because he doesn’t look like a threat doesn’t mean she can allow herself to rule him out so easily. Kirigiri feels the wave of a million questions ready to be asked, but in the end she settles with one.

“Who are you?”

[hopespots]

The shock that crosses his face is replaced with a sad sort of smile. He’s quick to understand what’s happening--he hasn’t been in this city two years to not understand what the experiments are, what they do, how they change people--but it doesn’t stop his heart from sinking to his shoes.

Naegi, true to his nature, bounces back.

“My name is Makoto Naegi, Kirigiri-san.” A beat. “Y-You usually call me Naegi-kun,” he adds the reminder with a slight laugh.

He surveys her, sees how closed off she is to him, and he keeps his behavior as calm and gentle as possible; that doesn’t mean he’s not a little bit scared, a little bit nervous, as he tugs at the sleeves of his hoodie. She must’ve rewinded back quite a bit...he’s taller than her.

“Would it be all right to ask what the last thing you remember is? And if you have any more questions for me, well, I’ll answer them the best I can!”

[weaponizerarchive]

A girl, who both is and is not Kirigiri Kyouko, answers.

“I see.”  Her voice is cold and too flat – the syllables are clipped, condensed into something like patience.  “Sector five, yes? I’m—”  she looks around and realizes she does not know where she is, or even how she got there.  “I’m close by. Where can we meet?”

[hopespots]

That’s strange...Something about her reply just now seemed...off.

Naegi, however, is already moving, though he’s pondering what this means. It isn’t as if this is the first experiment he’s weathered. He looks around as he talks, dodging to the side every now and then as he avoids pedestrians trapped in perpetual slow-mo.

“Let’s meet at the highest point in the Sector--that’d make sense if we want to survey the area, right? I think that’d be...the road that leads to those high-rise restaurants near the Fourth. I’ll be outside that old Chinese place with the red gate we went to once! Oh, and, be careful, okay, Kirigiri-san? It’d be safer for us to investigate together!”

[hopespots]

weaponizer

The city’s entered a state of absolute chaos, and it’s with a slowness born from shock that Naegi lifts up his cell phone and calls a familiar number. After praying to about fifteen different gods for her to pick up, he’s relieved to find that the call’s gone through, and wastes no time in exclaiming his observations.

“K-Kirigiri-san! It’s another experiment...what’s going on where you are? The entirety of Sector Five is running in slow motion...backward.”

[hopespots]

i, for one, welcome my pig-tailed overlord

i’m officially an anarchist

[8bithope]

“I suppose…. But my functions are entirely different. For instance, I don’t need to eat, drink, or use the bathroom…”

“Well as said I don’t need to drink anything….but if you would like to, I don’t mind accompanying you Naegi-kun. A walk sounds nice.”

[hopespots]

He just laughs his self-conscious confusion off (the last thing he means to do is offend anybody) and gestures for her to follow him, nodding.

“At least the city seems peaceful today...about as much as it can be, anyway. It seems like everybody’s spirits have been pretty high lately...!”

[despaircorps-blog]

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Be part of a more hopeful future, today. 

[hopespots]

(wake me up inside)

[8bithope]

“Well…yes, more or less.” To be fair, she wasn’t really aware of what day it even was at the current moment. “And I feel perfectly fine. I am just an AI after all… Too much sleep isn’t that bad…” Probably? Probably.

[hopespots]

“Even if you’re an AI, that doesn’t mean I’d not be concerned...you’re still a person, Nanami-san!”

“Do...you...maybe...well, I don’t know, we could grab some coffee or go on a walk or something if you still need help waking up...?”

[weaponizerarchive]

Kirigiri regarded him curiously, arching back in her chair and rolling her shoulders in a manner that was unusually cavalier in contrast to her typical stiffness.  “I see. Just as foolishly optimistic now as you were during that heinous school life, then.”  It was a sentence that sounded as though it should have been accompanied with a stern look, but instead—

She smiled, full of reverence.  “I’m glad. To be honest, I don’t think I could bear to see a change in that aspect of your personality. If we were strangers, I’m certain I would be of a harsher mindset…”  beneath the table, Kirigiri nudged his foot with the toe of her boot, lining up their legs so that their knees were pressed together.  “But you’re my partner, and I’ve become a fair deal more morally impartial as a result. Terrifying, isn’t it?”

[hopespots]

Naegi chuckles and offers a weak shrug to Kirigiri when she gives him this sideways look that practically say her thoughts without her having to supply a word on the matter. (Or maybe he’s just that used to her company now.) The smile that comes after? It’s a bit of a shock.

“Well,” he starts, lacing his fingers together in nervous defiance of the way his heart starts hammering in his chest. What is she doing now? “I don’t know if it’s ‘terrifying’, but... I guess it’s good that some of my optimism rubbed off on you? But you make it sound like you’ve not been kind from the start, Kirigiri-san!”

[shslsyoko-archive-blog]

✑ — “This won’t be the same with–without her around… Without her, there’s hardly a reason to go.”

“But I’m sure everyone who w-wanted to dance would probably be gone by now… rrr-right?”

[hopespots]

Oh man he’s taking a gamble with this one, but he’s quite sincere when he says:

“Well, you never know...I’d be really pleased, actually, if I could share a dance with you at the ball, Fukawa-san.”

[interiusincendium]

“Goodness, a year certainly has passed by for us hasn’t it? Hmm… Maybe! I honestly think it’s only been two for me. You and I must of gotten in around the same time!” 

[hopespots]

“,,,It’s probably not a good sign if we’re losing track.” Naegi’s tone is bone dry. “It seems almost unbelievable, doesn’t it? Some people come and go from here within a week, yet it’s like you said, this’ll be our second full year here in just a few days...it makes me wonder.”

[interiusincendium]

“Oh my… I’ve been so busy that I didn’t realize my birthday is in  two weeks. Not to mention my anniversary of being here…”

[hopespots]

“Oh, that’s right, I remember you saying something just like this last year! If you’ve been here longer than me...is this your third anniversary, Schu-san?”

[weaponizerarchive]

“Yes, it’s—sorry, our what?”  Kirigiri’s head snapped up, fixing Naegi with a glare so intense it would have put the fear of God in any man unaccustomed to her behaviour. Replaying the sentence over in her mind, she relaxed at once, feeling more than a little foolish for responding so tactlessly to an innocent reminder.

“That’s right,”  she nodded, considering him with softer eyes.  “I wasn’t aware you’d been keeping track.”  Kirigiri paused then, choosing her next words carefully so as not to create any further awkwardness.  “Establishing a life here… settling down, getting comfortable… Naegi-kun, what do you make of that? I’d like to hear your thoughts before I voice my own opinions on the matter.”

[hopespots]

Naegi was taken aback by her sudden reaction, and likewise, he replayed his own words in his head--he soon let out a small, breathless laugh; it was a gentle sound, though. He only ever managed to fluster her accidentally. Her question was received with a faint smile.

“Sure. I think it’s...surprising that we’re still here,” he admitted. “But it’s not surprising that we’ve basically become accustomed to living here? It’s been almost two years. I know we’ll get out of here someday, but at the moment, it...it doesn’t seem right to have the goal just to ‘escape’. There’s too many people here who I wouldn’t want to abandon even if I had the option. Way too many unanswered questions too...”

[8bithope]

“Ah–Naegi-kun! It has been quite some time…yes, I did. And well……it looks like I’ve been sleeping for a month or so…? It was not as I intended.”

[hopespots]

“...A month?!” There’s a bit of a pause, then-- “A MONTH?! Nanami-san, are you feeling all right? Th-That’s not...is that normal?” He doesn’t...think so...

[8bithope]

“Ah…..it looks like I overslept for a while..”

[hopespots]

“Ah, Nanami-san! It’s been a while!...Did you just wake up?” (Isn’t it like the middle of the day?) “Oversleeping’s not that bad unless you had something planned...”