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dependent danganronpa oc rp blog; hoshiko moreau; shsl linguist Parle-moi, et me traites comme une reine.

[linguxst-blog]

disassociation central

Hoshiko’s mind is gone when she wakes, and her gaze is blank as she reads the message from Monokuma. Of course. Of course of course of course of course. The world would never be done with with royally fucking up Hoshiko Moreau’s life, would it? Parents and friends and romance and loneliness would never end.

There’s a shirt around her body before she realizes what’s happening (at’s Addy’s and she can smell her, can remember her arms around her and the way she’d smile at her and the way she looked with blood staining her hands. She’d never forgive that asshole.), a pair of shorts baring her legs as she makes her way towards the cafeteria. 

There’s a bottle of gin in her hands and her gaze is blank as she sits, eyes bloodshot. Merde.

@cryptographer @un-luckster @shsl-crocker @shslcartographxr @shsl-thespian @headofreservecoursecouncil @gameshowfever @ultimateglassblower

[danganronpadespairmadness]

00:00

The timers at last reached 0. But the water did not rise past the chin.

A message appeared on the screen. “Victim safe!”

The metal keeping the person there unlocked, leaving them free to move. Light spilled in from the top and a life preserver fell in.

The speaker was quick to crackle to life.

“Looks like everyone is safe! Well, almost everyone. Because one of you COMMITTED MURDER!”

the speaker fell silent as quickly as it turned on, leaving everyone to process the events that just occurred.

[shsl-crocker]

Hyun couldn’t stop the rush of cold relief that swept through her body as her mom was unlocked. She forced the blindfold off, blinking her brown eyes rapidly. She grabbed onto the life preserver, and the live stream cut off. The relief Hyun felt was quickly washed away by a wave of absolute dread - someone was dead. Someone was murdered. Names flashed through her head - Ezra, Addy, Haruki, all of them - and she shot up like a bullet. “We have to go.” She commanded the two sitting next to her, her fear filling her with a resigned sense of leadership. Someone died, and now she has to help so more don’t die. “We have to search. I’ll cover the third floor - it’s the most likely spot.” She turned away, making a list in her head. Rinko followed, saying she was going to help. Rinko and Akemi were safe. They were right next to her. She had seen Ezra, Addy, and Ryu earlier, but that doesn’t guarantee they’re safe now. She made her way up to the fourth floor and turned to Rinko. “Gongjumin. I’m going to check the library and waterfall. You check the two seating areas. @gameshowfever

[danganronpadespairmadness]

The library gave way to some answers.

<b><i>NORIKO HAS BEEN MURDERED</i></b>

[linguxst-blog]

“Oh my god ohmygodohmy god.”

Hoshiko’s eyes are as wide as dinner plates as she stares down at Noriko’s body. It couldn’t have been her. Addy would never kill someone. Never.

“I need to- I- I’m going to- go. I’m. I’m sorry.” She whirls around and out of the library, eyes welling up once again. Addy would never kill someone. She was going to go down and talk to her. They could work this out. Even if it was just the two of them versus everyone else. They could do it.

She walks down to Addy’s room in a haze, trying at the doorhandle. “Addy? Nounours? owo whys there a sock on ur doorknob”

[danganronpadespairmadness]

00:00

The timers at last reached 0. But the water did not rise past the chin.

A message appeared on the screen. “Victim safe!”

The metal keeping the person there unlocked, leaving them free to move. Light spilled in from the top and a life preserver fell in.

The speaker was quick to crackle to life.

“Looks like everyone is safe! Well, almost everyone. Because one of you COMMITTED MURDER!”

the speaker fell silent as quickly as it turned on, leaving everyone to process the events that just occurred.

[linguxst-blog]

“Putain de putain de putain de baise. Je ne peux pas avoir cette seule chose, puis-je?” 

Hoshiko’s good mood is almost instantly ruined. She’s a whirlwind of disappointment as she storms out of her room and into the elevator, collapsing against a wall as it moves slowly upwards.

Suddenly, and with no warning, she’s crying. She shouldn’t be happy that he’s alive; she should be furious that he’s still breathing, that he’ll still be out there ready to dismiss her feelings as nothing and tell her she’s not doing good enough when- if she gets out of here.

But here she is, sobbing in the corner of a filthy elevator. 

God, she’s pathetic.

[shsl-daredevil]

this is gay

[linguxst-blog]

Hoshiko’s cheeks darken at Addy’s comments, and she pauses as she tries to think of a good reply. She twiddles with a piece of her hair, eyeing Addy from under her eyelashes. “Aaaactually they’re the same word! Or phrase, I guess. Angel or sunshine en français would be Addy Patel!”

She could feel her blush darken and she laughs, tucking the clump of hair behind her ear in a way to lessen the impact of what she’d just said. Putain d'enfer, arrête d'être gay. 

“Merci, poupée, but I guess the motive wasn’t. That bad, for me? I’m sure that it’s pretty much the worst for everyone, but. Mes parents sont un peu horribles? Alors je ne m'inquiète pas si mon père meurt.” She shrugs, busying herself with taking something off of her wall and putting it somewhere else.

[shsl-daredevil]

this is gay

Addy found herself watching her feet move, not knowing where they were taking her. Her mind was buzzing and it was all she could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other while she felt so light-headed. The elevator chimed gently at her as she entered and exited, and started eyeing the nameplates on the doors of the second floor. Who was it she was looking for?

The further she got, the more obvious her goal became to her. She didn’t know why she was seeking her out, and part of her wanted to pull back, to keep to herself. But it was drowned out by the steady urge to make sure that she was still there, and see if maybe she had… something. Answers, sympathy, venting, talking, even just shared silence. Anything to keep her mind off of what was happening, and keep her from blanking out more than she already had.

Reaching her destination, she eyed the label reading “Hoshiko Moreau”, and wondered why she had thought of her this whole time as Hoshiko. Wasn’t that a little rude? She shook away the thought, and knocked softly after her motor functions finished going through another moment of static. 

“Moreau? It’s Addy. I’m here to…” She tried to figure that out for a few seconds, and then gave up. “I’m just here… I guess.”

@linguxst

[linguxst-blog]

shsl-daredevil

Addy found herself watching her feet move, not knowing where they were taking her. Her mind was buzzing and it was all she could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other while she felt so light-headed. The elevator chimed gently at her as she entered and exited, and started eyeing the nameplates on the doors of the second floor. Who was it she was looking for?

The further she got, the more obvious her goal became to her. She didn’t know why she was seeking her out, and part of her wanted to pull back, to keep to herself. But it was drowned out by the steady urge to make sure that she was still there, and see if maybe she had… something. Answers, sympathy, venting, talking, even just shared silence. Anything to keep her mind off of what was happening, and keep her from blanking out more than she already had.

Reaching her destination, she eyed the label reading “Hoshiko Moreau”, and wondered why she had thought of her this whole time as Hoshiko. Wasn’t that a little rude? She shook away the thought, and knocked softly after her motor functions finished going through another moment of static. 

“Moreau? It’s Addy. I’m here to…” She tried to figure that out for a few seconds, and then gave up. “I’m just here… I guess.”

Hoshiko, in all honesty, was a fan of this particular motive. The closest person to her? Why, that’d have to be her father; not having any interaction with anyone made ones choices in ‘favorite people’ rather slim. She couldn’t just go out and say that she was happy at the thought of her father’s death, of course; without knowing her reasons people would think her mad.

She stirs at the knock, peering through the peephole. She brightens further at the sight of Addy, opening the door and greeting her with a grin as bright as the sun. “Nounours! Comment vas-tu, chéri? Come in!” She steps back, leading Addy into her room.

She’d lit the room with fairy lights, and pinned whatever she could find from the vending machine to the walls. It made it more hers; something she’d never had at home. Nevermind her family, though, Addy was here. “Chérie, soleil, amour- did you want something?”

[linguxst-blog]

@un-luckster

“hey tell me some info man need that info ill tell u some stuff 2″

[un-luckster]

@linguxst

“fuck my dude okay here i found lots of these clooz”

He told her about the things he found because he wanted to know what she KNEW.

[linguxst-blog]

“alright shit man so. saw Akemi and Kyoji together in the pool last night and then also have u seen that body? sad. lots of blood even in the scarf???”

she tells him the #Gossip

[linguxst-blog]

@un-luckster

“hey tell me some info man need that info ill tell u some stuff 2″

[linguxst-blog]

@danganronpadespairmadness

She look. In the sink.

[shsl-crocker]

investigation- alibis, anyone?

Hyun stood from where she was in the room, looking around one more time. Everyone seemed to be in there… Good a time as any to ask. “Did anyone see or hear anything around the time of the murder?” She asked. “Even if it seems useless or unrelated, please tell me.”

@danganronpadespairmadness ((hey can u reblog this just so everyone sees it i need 00 tho;s clues 00))

[linguxst-blog]

Hoshiko blinks over at Hyun, gaze suddenly sharpening. “Oh, Oiseauette.” She waves Hyun towards her. “Last night- I couldn’t sleep, like usual, so I went to go get something from the vending machine, and I saw Kyoji, and Akemi. I thought they might’ve been making out in the pool room or something, but...” She trails off, eying the towels in the room. “I’m not so sure now.”

[linguxst-blog]

🔎👀🔎👀🔎👀

Hoshiko realizes, suddenly, that she’s been staring at the dead body for at least fifteen minutes by now. She somehow on the floor, too, seated next to Addy on her knees. She checks her monokuma file, scanning over it before eyeing the body. She glances at the mat, shuddering at the excessive blood. There’s a second glance a the splatter, noting the apparent lack of movement of Akiyama after they had died. Someone (Addy? She felt like it had been her.) had shifted their scarf, and Hoshiko peered down at it, before standing and covering her eyes with a hand. Fucking hell. 

@danganronpadespairmadness

[linguxst-blog]

that fucking picture wont go away

@shsl-crocker

Hyun woke to the sound of that damn bears voice over the moniter. The words the voice spoke sent chills down her spine. She barely had a chance to react before Hoshiko was banging on her door. She jumped out of bed and raced to the door, flinging it open still in shorts and a tanktop. Before she could speak, a scream - was that Addy? - filled the hallway. She grabbed Hoshiko by the arm and ran off towards the scream. “Hwan, we have to go now!” … … … not again.

Hoshiko’s mind is racing as she and Hyun run towards the elevator. “What’s- what’s happening? What does it mean a bodys been discovered, what?-” She’s confused, and slightly out of breath by the time they arrive and slide into the elevator.  She hits a button and they’re moving, and Hoshiko’s heart is beating like a rabbits. “What’s happening?”

[shsl-crocker]

Hyun turned to Hoshiko with a confused look, before realization struck and her mouth shaped into an o. “You… Weren’t awake.” She grimanced, looking to the side before taking a deep breath and looking at the other girl in the elevator. “When you were attacked, and Akira killed, there was a body discovery announcement. It means… That someone’s dead. Now we have to investigate and do a class trial. If we find the killer…” She gulped in a breath. “They’ll be executed. If we don’t, they’ll go free and we’ll be executed.” She gave a weak smile. “Any… Other questions?” @linguxst

[linguxst-blog]

Hoshiko's blank gaze shifted to one of fear. "...Oh." They would just... Die? Kill or be killed? Her breathing hitched and stutters, and her fingers itch for the mouth of a bottle. God she needed a drink. She realizes, suddenly, that shes crouched close to the floor, back pressed against the wall of the elevator. "I-is it Addy? Is she dead? She's dead, isn't she. You heard her scream if I had just gone to help her and now she's dead--" The doors open and Hoshiko surges forward, pulling Hyun after her. The smell of blood hits her and there's Addy- she lets out a sigh of relief, body slumping. Her gazes travels, however, and her grip tightens on Hyun's wrist as she sees the body.

She needs a drink.

[linguxst-blog]

that fucking picture wont go away

@shsl-crocker

Hyun woke to the sound of that damn bears voice over the moniter. The words the voice spoke sent chills down her spine. She barely had a chance to react before Hoshiko was banging on her door. She jumped out of bed and raced to the door, flinging it open still in shorts and a tanktop. Before she could speak, a scream - was that Addy? - filled the hallway. She grabbed Hoshiko by the arm and ran off towards the scream. “Hwan, we have to go now!” … … … not again.

Hoshiko’s mind is racing as she and Hyun run towards the elevator. “What’s- what’s happening? What does it mean a bodys been discovered, what?-” She’s confused, and slightly out of breath by the time they arrive and slide into the elevator.  She hits a button and they’re moving, and Hoshiko’s heart is beating like a rabbits. “What’s happening?”

[danganronpadespairmadness]

Static went over the intercom at 10:05 am. “Good morning everyone!” Monokuma said cheerily, “A BODY has been discovered!”

[linguxst-blog]

Hoshiko blinks. “A fucking what.” She stands up from her bed, walking into the hallway. “A fucking WHAT.” She storms over to Hyun’s room, pounding her fist on the door. “Oiseauette. Open the fucking door. What is happening- what the fuck?” This is wild; she’s standing outside of Hyun’s room in shorts and a tanktop and scared out of her mind and Hyun hasn’t opened the door yet!

A yell disrupts her; Addy. She needs to- go, and help her, and-- No. Hyun first. “Oiseauette!”

@shsl-crocker @shsl-daredevil

[cryptographer]

Laundry Day

[linguxst-blog]

cryptographer

It was laundry day for the Cryptographer, so naturally he was sporting his best style. His binder was on as well as his pajama pants, but no shirt to call his own. Monokuma hadn’t exactly left the students with a plethora of clothes, and his wardrobe consisted of about 2 copies of his everyday outfit.

His sweaters needed to be hung up after they’d been dried, to avoid wrinkles and deformations in the fabric. In the closet of his hotel room, Ryu had expected to find a few hangers and maybe an ironing board, but instead came face to face with another door in the far wall of his closet.

In what could only be described as a mix of morbid curiosity and disgust, he pushed the door open to come face to face with another hotel room.

Hoshiko, being Hoshiko, had never been one to do anything she didn’t want to (except for when it came to her parents, of course; they were the highest authority she knew). She was stubborn to the very end, and even it came to what she wanted to do, she’d do it.

Currently, what she wanted was some time to herself. Time to relax, to get over the fact that she’d brushed against death (and that death was a girl with red in her hair and an accent thicker than honey). There’s still the bump on her skull, and the only thing she can think of is why her. Why was she the one left to live?

She starts when she heas a door open. Was she that much of a dumbass to not lock her door? But no, it was her... closet? And there was Ryu, shirtless (much like herself; there was something she could respect) in her closet. 

“... Hey.” Is he going to kill her? 

[shslmathemathematician]

Starter for Hoshiko

[linguxst-blog]

shslmathemathematician

Takehiko looked at the information on his e-handbook.  “Wait, what?” He wondered.  He didn’t know what to do except go find Hoshiko.  He’d never spoken to Hoshiko before and was nervous about trying but what other choice did he have.

Takehiko went up to Hoshiko’s room and nervously knocked on her door.

In all honesty, the secret Hoshiko had received was pretty tame. She wasn’t upset about it (at least now the secret wouldn’t be the basis for her untimely death, probably?), but she had expected something a little... juicier. Some drama to get her through her day, you know?

The knock at her door interrupted her from her train of thought, and she peered out of the eyehole of her door to see someone she’d never talked to. She opened it, propping it open with a hip. She peered at the stranger, arms crossed in front of her. “Quelle.”

[linguxst-blog]

cryptographer

He doesn’t even think about his response before just responding, “Do you know how to not be a fuckhead?” He asks, keeping his eyes trained on the kitchen before looking back to Hoshiko. It didn’t take long for him to recognize her as the one who was knocked out during the first murder.

There was no way he could know what she was exactly thinking, but he thought he had a similar experience what with him being used to frame Shujin, albeit not as traumatizing as her whole experience was.

Deciding to voice his concern for her well-being and maybe start up a conversation, he exercises his eloquence and social skills by asking, “So how’s your head?” He asks with no context or other followup questions.

Hoshiko rolled her eyes in exasperation at Ryu. "Am I the one who repeatedly walked straight into me? No, I'm not. Sot." Her words were marked with the whisper of a grin; an upturned lip, a flash of white teeth. She didn't often find someone who could argue with her without her getting bored; this boy, besides being a tad annoying (who would run into someone twice?) was rather interesting. She was fully prepared for Ryu's comeback, and when he didn't answer back she was surprised. Hoshiko gaped at him for a moment, before understanding what he had asked. A hand ran through her hair, touching the tender spot at the top of her skull. "It's... Alright. A bit sensitive, I guess. Ça fait mal."

[linguxst-blog]

shsl-daredevil

Addy stumbled out of the elevator, dazed and tired. She looked around, trying to remember where her room was, and blinked tiredly when she caught sight of Hoshiko. She stared for a moment, before actually registering the other girl and straightening, a wave of concern helping her push past her foggy thoughts.

“Ah… you’re awake!” She approached her slowly, noting her confused and panicked expression. Guilt belatedly rushed in as well. She hadn’t remembered to come back to check on her immediately, she’d been so caught up in her own head. What if she had gotten hurt?

She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts. She wouldn’t think about the what-ifs right now, she had to work hard and make up for her mistakes. She looked down at Hoshiko, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you alright? Do you need water or anything?” Belatedly, she realized the other girl was only wearing a towel, and dripping onto the hallway carpet a bit. “Or some clothes…?”

Hoshiko's eyes scanned the hallway, the only hints of where she was being Addy's room. She could simply pick a direction and walk that way until she found her room, but she didn't want to. She'd rather not be found by someone in her (Addy's) towel, no thank you! Besides, she was most definitely too easy a target, practically nude in the hallway in-- was it night? Morning? She hadn't thought to check the time before absconding from Addy's room. She turned momentarily to jiggle the handle, brows furrowing when it stayed shut. Were the doors push? No luck there, either. She had been locked out; just her luck. Hoshiko turned back to the hallway, jumping at the sudden figure before her. They were tall and dark (they blocked the lights out with their body, leaving her only with stature to guess their identity), and Hoshiko was reminded of Artemis. Had she come back to finish the job? She realized, suddenly, that it was Addy.   "Oh- um, yeah, I- just-- woke up. In your room?" Hoshiko's cheeks were burning, and she nodded at Addy. "Yes, clothes would be nice? Or, if you knew where my room was? Thank you, nounours." Hoshiko, paused, surprised at herself, then felt her blush only grow. Fuck.