Formalities and Linguistics

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Oh! Hello there. It's very nice to be of acquaintance with you. I am Minori Honda, but you may call me as you wish. Status: DEAD Part of the DespairApocalypse RP

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Esper Hunting

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"Ah… Don’t you worry! Most characters don’t— e-even the greatest of all heroes think they’re truly pathetic! I..It’s almost a little heart-breaking..!" he exclaimed, his wide grin staying plastered over his face.

"B..But that’s where other devices come in to recognize that… that very potential and u-use it! For good, for bad, who… who knows? Hehehe… Th-That’s always the tricky part!

"Th-That’s enough though… I, um, mostly wanted to test a few things with you… Of course I’ll have to run things by you first… Y-Y’know… that pesky consent thing that everybody must say before performing anything… I assure you there’s nothing to worry about though..!! It’ll just be… It’ll just be… um… um…" He soon snapped his fingers rhythmically before he eventually reached a solution. "It’ll just be like an interview..! E-Easy as cake..!!"

Minori furrowed his brow at Finch's comment. Pathetic... heart-breaking...? He wouldn't go that far if asked to describe himself or his situation. He certainly would not call himself a hero though. Minori sighed, "I'm not a hero Finch, heroes don't kill people."

He listened to the boy talk some more. Some things he tuned out. However, Minori focused on the Mechanical Engineer's face. He didn't look nor seem to be a bad person, so he chose to believe what he said when Finch asserted that what was going to transpire was for the good of all of the survivors.

"I agree." He murmured, rather sure that he had made the right choice.

#abnormal days part 3 #superduperhappilyeverafter #Ghost post

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Esper Hunting

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Seeing the Monomask return, he leaned forward anxiously. Now that the device was actually here, one Kenji Byouki grew impatient all of a sudden. Had it been a few more seconds he might have shook in nervousness and tapped his foot, but thankfully his prayers were answered with the projection.

He exhaled a big sigh of relief, at last letting himself relax once more. However, the moment that he heard Minori speak, Finch’s back straightened out almost immediately and his eyes flickered with glee similar to a child on Christmas morning.

"A-Ah..!! H…Honda-kun!! I regret not talking to you much at all before this instance, but I have finally found the intrigue hidden deep within you right before my very eyes!

H-However… um, I…I want to say I’m sorry before I continue, Honda-kun. If you believe me to be insincere or using you for my own motive, I am sure you have your reasons but… um, I…I think you’ll find yourself to be very useful for the good of all of the survivors!!!”

The projection of Minori was lost in thought after Finch mentioned not talking to him much. Had he met with the boy before this moment? Everything before this moment seemed a little hazy, as if it had happened to another person. Regardless, the memory surfaced, Finch and Minori speaking outside of one of the boy's motel rooms. Minori remembered there being rather dry conversation - it had been mostly introductions at that point. "Yes, I remember talking to you once before."

When Finch began to speak about finding deep intrigue, Minori was confused once more. What did the Engineer find so interesting about him? Even the Linguist himself had to admit that he was rather boring, his only stand out feature being his knack for remembering languages. He continued to be puzzled when Finch went on to talk about benefiting all of the survivors. Minori sighed, "I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're talking about. I don't think I'm very useful at all."

#superduperhappilyeverafter #abnormal days part 3 #ghost post

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Esper Hunting

Admittedly, a certain student had been meaning to go commune with the dead but had predictably delayed it due to the absolutely distracting mall the survivors had been given. Still, he was going to make sure he communicated with at least one right away. Right after a trial was a prime time to do this if he wanted to ensure he would not have his attention whisked away.

With that the engineer grinned as he waited in anticipation. He had sent a Monomask to fetch him the hologram of the most recent victim of the entire event. While he might have failed to retrieve a corpse once more, the linguist was going to further his research. Honestly it’d be a shame to let such an innocent murderer go to waste!

He had a notebook ready with a pencil in hand in the case (and he sure hoped it’d be the case) he’d get any useful information or find out something interesting.

A monomask returned to the scene holding the small projecting device that housed the holographic, AI version of Minori. When the electronic device was switched on, it hummed for several seconds, machinery whirring and clicking as it warmed up and prepped it's newly installed AI. Finally, the device had finished it's preparations, and a flickering image was projected to the Super High School Level Mechanical Engineer.

At first, the projection of Minori looked rather confused, and titled his head to look all around. He saw the monomask standing soundlessly near the projector device, hovering in case the AI began to say things that were considered classified. If that were the case, the monomask would likely shut down the device, and who knows how long it would be before Minori had contact again. Once more, his eyes traveled; this time in the other direction, so that his gaze settled on Finch, who had a notebook and pencil at the ready. Still not quite understanding the purpose for which he had been called, Minori opened his mouth and began to speak. "Finch...? Did you need me?"

#abnormal days part 3 #ghost post #superduperhappilyeverafter

There's a knock on your door, when you open it Taichi stands in the door way. "Uh, um...hi Minori-san. With everything going on, I just thought I should check on a few people. Stress levels and all ya'know?" Taichi fidgets. "So have you been having any trouble sleeping lately? Sleep really is key to a focused mind, so..."

Minori seemed a bit taken a back by the counselor's interest in his sleeping habits. No matter , he replied, "N-no! I've been sleeping just fine!"

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i did not check myself, and thus wrecked myself

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Hiroki was just putting the finishing touches on Kotone’s open rapturous mouth (highlighted in red, it might have been a portal to hell if he had given himself more time) when he was startled out of his reverie by a voice behind him. Curses! Caught red-handed, as it were! God, man, this was no time for puns! With a look somewhere between blank incredulity and being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he dusted his hands off over the now completely stained strainer, which predictably did jack shit. Haha, he looked like he’d just committed a murder or something! Hilarious!

The person he saw when he turned around wasn’t Caerwyn was unfamiliar, but that had never stopped him before. Totally ignoring the scandalized look, he offered a chipper wave, probably flicking them with eggy paint as he did so. His masterpiece was going to set nicely. He’d used this recipe before. “Uuuuh, hey there! Before we go any further, I’m Hiroki Souma, what’s your name!” And then he extended a still-gunky hand for a few seconds before realizing and pulling back.

Instead he took that hand and used it to gesture widely to the painting like a circus ringmaster. Isn’t it beautiful. “Ahaha, wow, sorry, I’m starting to figure I could’ve put this in a way less conspicuous spot, but I just felt like if I didn’t get it down somewhere I would explode, you know? I didn’t really think…forgetting about it was an option, either way.” Considerably more antsy than usual, he had put his hands in his pockets for about ten seconds before he realized his mistake. Eh, whatever. Paint added character. “At least you’re not gonna call me a blasphemer, right?”

The Linguist scowled at Hiroki, whose over-enthusiastic wave of his hand had speckled Minori's nose with two or three small drops of the strange mixture the other boy had been painting with. He wiped them from his face, bringing his slightly covered fingers up to his nose. The mixture smelled like eggs. Why had Hiroki been painting with eggs? Oh well, Minori guessed it didn't truly matter, and wiped the paint away onto his scarf. "Minori Honda. It's nice to meet you." Although the Linguist rejected the hand shake, he assumed that the Artist understood why.

However he was still unnerved by the painting. As the Artist gestured to it, he seemed to be saying 'look at it, isn't it beautiful?' It's not that it wasn't beautiful, no it was gorgeous. It's just that it hit too hard to home. It was too realistic. It's as if Kotone was there, staring him down, after all he had gone through just trying to forget.

Minori looked down at the ground, adjusting his scarf. He knew what the Artist was saying, about how he felt he was going to explode. "Ah, I'm sorry. I know that people cope in different ways. I shouldn't have assumed that everyone was going to try and forget." He explained. "And no, I won't call you a blasphemer. If anything, I kind of feel like I'm the blasphemer here, trying to forget her." Now his feelings came pouring out, regardless that the other boy was pretty much a stranger. "I just... I just keep picturing how she didn't want to die, and it haunts me."

#abnormal days part 3

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i did not check myself, and thus wrecked myself

He definitely wasn’t normally a fainty kind of guy. The drool also wasn’t normal, or getting dragged around by weird girls who he’d assumed just didn’t like him. Ah, and he rarely saw people getting murdered right in front of his face with no other explanation, either. Which is why this was really weird.

He’d woken up pretty soon after the trial and immediately took off running for some alone (and exploration!) time with nary a thank-you for not leaving him in the beary scary deathchamber. Hiroki hadn’t even laughed at the pun as he thought about it. This was also pretty weird, but these were desperate times. Desperate times requiring desperate measures just to keep his mind off one thing—everything that had happened so far…their imprisonment, the deaths of the maid and composer, and Kotone’s execution…it had all been real from the start, hadn’t it? Not being able to stop thinking about the images was going to drive him crazy.

He hadn’t been lying about painting with weird things before, but it would still be odd for any passerby to catch him with a bowl of fine dirt, a carton of eggs, and a strainer, staring down a liquid reddish smear on the side of the enormous 109 Building. Hands covered in that gross mixture, he swiped color in every direction until Kotone’s maniacal face started to take shape. The world’s most despairing graffiti. If he could just get this out in 2D, it and everything he fucked up over the past few days would stay out of his head.

Minori stared blankly at the gate to the new area Monobear had opened up, his breath coming in little spurts that he could see in the cold air. He supposed it was to congratulate them for bending under the pressure of the situation and resorting to murder. Murder. In his life before Hopes Peak and this… incident, Minori had never given much thought to the word. It was dismissed, as he had thought it would never touch him. There was nary a possibility of murder in the small town he called home. Now it was part of his reality, but in a dark and subtle way.

When the Linguist cut his food with a knife, he remembered the knife which was stuck in Rihito’s abdomen and the blood pooled around it. The thought had been enough to make his hands shake at the time, and he had had to set down his fork and knife for several minutes. Not so subtle was the image of Kotone’s mutilated body, her skin puckered with scars and peeling away from the bone, every time he closed his eyes. He had woken from a fitful slumber earlier that day, a cold sweat over his body as he realized that it was just a dream and that Kotone’s twisted corpse had not been dragging itself towards him.

The Linguist puffed another breath of cold air, tightening his scarf around his neck. All he wanted to do was forget - forget the murders and the execution and especially the way he had made a fool of himself by having a panic attack on the front steps of the town hall. He thought a silent prayer, wishing that none of his fellow students would estrange him or think differently of him based on his little… performance.

With a mind bent on forgetting, Minori entered the area, immediately noticing a certain painter smearing his hands in an impromptu graffiti on the walls of the 109 Building. It only took a moment to recognize Kotone’s face in the work of art, and Minori once more saw her corpse behind his eyelids. He ran over to Hiroki, and exclaimed, “What the hell? Why would you…? You’re never going to forget her if you display her face right out here in the open.”

#abnormal days part 3 #shslpainterhiroki

Minori arrived at the Restaurant before any of the other students. He had hoped to make himself something to eat, and maybe head back to his Motel room before anyone else managed to catch ahold of him. He really wasn’t in the mood to chat, as evidenced by his panic attacks the day before.

He looked around, noting the empty dining area. Satisfied that he’d be alone to eat, the Linguist pushed open the door to the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was mortifying. Two bodies, in varying states of distress. “Waaaaaaugh!” Minori screamed, pushing back against the door and re-entering the dining area. He searched for a trash can, and quickly finding one, ran over to it and promptly threw up.

However horrified and disgusted the Linguist was, however, underneath it all, there was a definite feeling of relief. Relief that it wasn’t him.

MINORI’S INVESTIGATION: START

#da open #da investigation #abnormal days part 2

Post-Motive Panic (Open)

Zenoko stood in shocked silence. In many ways everything the Linguist was saying was just what they were all thinking: could we really trust one another? He shook his head. His personal views weren’t what was important here, he had rules to uphold if he was to be worthy of his title.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, but you’re not going to die here; we’ll find a way out together." He stretched out a comforting hand to pat Minori gently on the shoulder.

"Eighteen Super Students can beat one stuffed toy for sure!" He let out the slightest of chuckles. "You just have to remain brave and true against all obstacles."

Minori scowled, "It's not the stuffed toy itself that frightens me. It's what it represents." The Linguist shuffled uncomfortably. He no longer felt distressingly angry, but the sadness and fear that had replaced it were just as bad if not worse. He tried to smile at the Hero's words, but it looked rather pained and forced. "Thank you for believing in me, but I'm not brave. I'm not strong at all."

Feeling an intense need to sort out his thoughts, Minori began to walk away from Zenoko; towards the Motel.

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Post-Motive Panic (Open)

"I…" He faltered. Zenoko was hiding many things he would rather not have shown to his fellow students, but his seemed to pale in comparison to whatever was eating at Minori. He scanned the area to see a similar mix: some people looked dejected but accepting that their secrets may be revealed. Some, however, bore Minori’s expression: surely their secrets weren’t worth killing for, right?

"No-one will… you won’t be left alone…" Hollow words again: a secret worth killing to protect is probably one that would ruin a person’s life. He couldn’t promise to himself that he could see everyone in the same light if truly dark secrets began to appear on that screen.

Minori stood, standing at eye-level with the Hero. His voice was low, yet loud enough to be heard still. He hissed, "There are people here who would kill to save themselves. When you push someone far enough, they'll turn into an animal."

The Linguist stared down at the ground. His voice sounded quite bitter as he murmured, "Hell, I already have. They're all probably suspecting that I'll try to off someone as soon as speak to them." There was a strained, harsh laugh at that comment, like a bark almost.

Whatever anger had been in the teenager suddenly drained and he was crying again. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry so sorry I'm sorry!" He whimpered, still wiping the tears from his face. Minori was a mess. "I wouldn't do anything like that! I'm not a killer! I don't want to die here though, I'm scared!"

#zenoko #abnormal days part 2

[ Sorry for the lack of posts today. I’ve somehow gotten myself sick and I’ve pretty much been sleeping all day ]

Post-Motive Panic (Open)

"H-Honda-sama…" He had feared that someone might react like this from the start, but watching it happen in front of him he realized that he still did not know what to do. He’d never been great with emotional support even in a better situation, but in this state he felt like collapsing to the ground as well.

"I promise you, Honda-sama, no-one will die. I will not allow it." His words still felt a little hollow, but he was determined not to let anyone succumb to these thoughts. Everyone would just have to deal with their secrets, together.

Minori turned, facing Zenoko and staring at him with eyes that were squinted and red. His breathing was raspy as he hissed at the Hero, "Even if no one does die, I'm going to be rejected if they find out my secret! I'll either end up dead or alone!" There were more tears as the Linguist swiped at his face, brushing away some of the sadness staining his cheeks.

Now he was struggling with his scarf, ripping it away from his neck as if it were a cream and black snake that had attempted to choke him to death. He used it as a stress ball of sorts, angrily squeezing and stretching the fabric between his hands. He looked up at Zenoko and cried, "It's easy for you - you're a hero. You probably have nothing worth hiding. I'm not going to end up dead or alone dammit!"

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Post-Motive Panic (Open)

Zenoko looked over at the student beside him, who looked visibly disturbed. Of course, Zenoko was disturbed too: no-one would want their secrets to be shown to the world like that. Still, this was a time in which everyone needed some positivity.

"It will be okay, Honda-sama. We have stuck together so far, there is no reason for this to change things." The words felt hollow as he said them. After a week it was getting increasingly unlikely that this all was a prank, but so far Monobear had not made good on any of his threats. The first reveal of a secret would presumably indicate the extent of his power.

Minori turned to look at Zenoko, his countenance still pale and trembling. As evident by the vein that suddenly bulged on the back of the Linguist's hand, Minori had finally snapped. It had taken the combined forces of the eerie situation, the realization that he was trapped, being coerced into attempting murder and now the reveal of his secret... but it had happened. Minori had succumbed to the anxiety of the situation and was in the grip of the most powerful anxiety attack he'd ever withstood.

He crumpled to the ground, crying openly. "I can't do this! I-can't-I-can't-I-can't-I-can't!" He yelled, running his fingers over the sides of his head. "All of you are out to murder me! I'm gonna die! I don't want to- can't die! Not here!"

#zenoko #im so sorry you have to deal with this #but it was planned character development from the beginning #abnormal days part 2

Post-Motive Panic (Open)

Minori stared up at Monobear, shaking slightly at what he implied. Every day a secret was going to be revealed? The thought horrified the Linguist, who began shaking slightly. He didn’t want his classmates to know his secret. They could reject him, or ridicule him. Sure they seemed like nice people, but when given the opportunity, anyone could become an animal. However, the thought of murder. That was equally horrifying. Minori clenched his pale hands, which were covered in a cold sweat and shaking. He looked down at the ground, wishing he would just disappear along with this whole situation.

#da open #abnormal days part 2

Warning - this blog is going to be slightly inactive as I gear up for finals. I will be much quicker and in-depth with replies starting on friday (Winter Break)

Motel Check-In (OPEN)

Hideki was naturally a cheery, helpful type of person who seemed to be the type that would have shoujo flowers surround him in every waking second if he were in an anime.

"Oh… Not many people ask me that, I don’t think," he said, thinking. "I call everyone Onii-chan or Onee-chan… It’s just… Something that I’m used to… Not many people really mind either, I don’t think. It’s a natural habit… I guess you could say…"

In comparison to the cheerful, ball of energy that was Hideki, Minori was a rather bland, nervous person. However, something told the Linguist that no matter what happened between the two, Hideki would be forgiving and excitable, like always. So there was really no fear of him screwing up and saying something stupid.

Minori smiled at the Escape Artist. He thought it was kind of cute that Hideki called everyone ‘onii’ or ‘onee’. It made him seem like a little kid. Minori smiled, trying to convey what he meant; “I don’t mind, believe me. You calling me Minori-nee-chan makes me feel like I’m back with my younger brother at home.”

#shslcottoncandyhead #abnormal days part 1

Motel Check-In (OPEN)

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"W..Well, I think you can do over them as a last resort or at least plan them… I mean you’ll get some of the most poetic and dramatic entrances because of that! Nobody would forget you… though I guess they could ridicule you…," he laughed nervously. "I… I just think you have the power to do something about them before you screw it up completely… Aaaah, I just have to not mess it up anymore to save grace… If.. If I could even manage that..!!”

Ending his rambling cries, he completely missed the shrug’s meaning. Staring dumbfounded at such an action, he hesitated to speak up on it. Instead, Finch opted out not to draw attention to it and try and ignore his curiosity on the subject.

"Hmm… I… I think I’ve got it! Honda-kun! …C-Correct?" he paused with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "A-Ah! M… Me? Are you… Are you sure?!" he asked in disbelief. Redirecting his gaze away from the linguist before him, he said, "W..Well…. I’m Byouki… Kenji Byouki— Super High School Level Mechanical Engineer. But… Most people call me ‘Finch’, you see…"

"Well, if you feel a need to redo our first meeting, please let me know." Minori chuckled slightly, still fiddling with his scarf. Finch seemed to be a rather nice person, albeit awkward with what he said. In a way, Finch reminded Minori of himself, a boy who knew thousands of words in several languages, however never really knowing what it was that needed to be said.

Quickly, Minori thrust a pale and shaky hand towards Finch, hoping to shake the boy’s hand or pound fists or whatever people normally did. He sighed, “Now that we’re introduced, it’s very nice to have been of your acquaintance Finch.”

#superduperhappilyeverafter #abnormal days part 1

Imagine the DA kids putting on a school play

Since I got this ask three times, I’d figure I’d do an imagine where the kids are putting on a Dangan Ronpa play, and who’d everyone be.

DR1 spoilers below.

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