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shsl contemporary dancer hibiki kasuga affiliated with tripoli express alive // dead

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sing | kiyoshi | re: execution, new areas | attn: hibiki

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This other classmate didn’t seem totally enthusiastic about the whole situation, and Kiyoshi worried if he had asked the wrong person. But oh well…! If he was going to embarrass himself he’d prefer to do it with someone who might become just as embarrassed.

“G– Great! Well, um, follow me!”

He pushed the door open, making sure to keep it held open for Hibiki like a proper gentleman. Once they were both inside he gazed around with big eyes (or as big as his sleepy-looking eyes could go) before entering one of the karaoke booths. It wasn’t anything like he had imagined; it was a lot more glamorous.

“This is pretty amazing, huh…?” Kiyoshi fiddled bashfully with his fingers, letting out a soft nervous chuckle. “Um, I– I guess we should sing then? This feels a little strange, forgive me if I’m being rude, asking a stranger to sing… But I guess this is like, a good way to bond and make friends and stuff? Ah, ahaha, what am I saying… I embarrass myself…”

The boy was now painfully aware of the mortifying position he had put himself in. His manners were getting more and more atrocious, too! He should have at least struck up a conversation and made the other boy more comfortable first! A deep red blush crept up his neck, accompanying the one that was already staining his cheeks.

“Um…”

He seemed to freeze for several seconds, red as a tomato, staring off into space. It was as though his brain was an engine and it had temporarily overheated. When he moved again it was to untie his apron and then re-tie it again, for some unexplained reason. With that he looked a little calmer and proceeded to turn on the karaoke machine as if nothing had happened.

“So, uh… Do you sing? I sing, but usually only in the shower. Or when I’m cleaning. Which is a lot, actually… Haha…”

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It wasn’t anything personal - Hibiki just... wasn’t too enthusiastic about much of anything. 

He nodded, following the blonde inside the booth. Couldn’t say he’d ever seen one before, Hibiki wasn’t the singing type - dancing was much more his speed, as evidenced by... well, his talent, obviously - but he had to admit, it was pretty nice looking. Whatever, he wouldn’t really question it either way. Just roll with it.

The dancer flopped ever so gracefully onto the couch upon arrival, taking in his surroundings from it. Seemed he’d already made himself comfortable on his own. Good job, Hibiki. 

“Eh. It’s not... rude, really. Just... don’t laugh if I suck. I get kinda... riled up when that happens.”

And neither of them wanted Kiyoshi leaving the booth with a black eye, Hibiki was sure of that much.

After a few seconds of laying sprawled out on the couch, the dancer sat up properly and glanced back at Kiyoshi, raising an eyebrow slightly at how... red in the face he seemed to be getting.

“...Something wrong?”

Though before he could get an answer, the blonde turned around, fiddled with his apron a bit for... whatever reason? Seemed to calm him down either way, so it worked just fine, Hibiki wouldn’t question it.

“Uh... no, I ain’t much of a singer. Dance is... more my thing, really.”

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emo cheerios || Hibiki || Chapter Two (RE: Execution, ATTN: Ichigo)

In hindsight, Hibiki probably should’ve expected something to go wrong. 

With someone like Monoshi running a game about murder for kicks, he should’ve… more or less expected the punishment to be something less pleasant than incarceration. Maybe a full blown execution wasn’t exactly what Hibiki had in mind, either, sure, but some physical punishment…

But that didn’t matter. The execution was there, it was real, it was happening right before his eyes, and the fact that he’d more or less sent this poor kid to this – not that he knew, but even if he did, was there… any other way around it?

The dancer watched in silence, grimacing, his fists tightening and un-tightening and shaking all the while, and he found himself gripping his podium tightly, barely stopping himself from marching right up to Monoshi and decking him across the face for having the gall to…

But if he was going to attack that blonde girl just for talking sternly at him, then who knew what would happen if Hibiki actually attacked the mysterious new conductor.

So when he opened the door, Hibiki stormed out without another word, making his way towards his room… and throwing his fist towards the wall, once, twice… just twice. God damn it, no.

—

Thankfully, with the addition of some new rooms, one in particular catching his interest, the dancer would no longer have to go punching strictly at walls when his blood ran hot.

It was only natural that, after taking some time to cool off in his room - and of course, by cool off, I mean lay back in bed (despite it not being night anymore) and staring angrily at the ceiling, muttering curses under his breath. What a charming dude. - he’d find himself heading straight for the workout area in search of… something. He was a dancer, kind of an athlete, sort of. Of course he’d gravitate towards that area. 

So upon finding one of the room’s punching bags, Hibiki promptly went to town on the thing. It was clear he didn’t have much an idea how punching bags worked beyond “punch them,” but he was sure as hell getting that right. Lot of pent up anger, taken out on… well, it wasn’t a person. That was where it counted, right? Especially since someone seemed to take interest in the room during that time as well - though Hibiki didn’t quite notice them… 

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sing | kiyoshi | re: execution, new areas | attn: hibiki

The intensity of the moral dilemma he was facing after putting a fellow classmate to death didn’t even need explaining. So much for Good Luck, huh? was a morbid joke that ran through his head, though it did little to distract him from the trauma he was experiencing. Oh god, the sounds Endou must be hearing… Kiyoshi covered his own ears, feeling bile rise as he watched his eardrums shattering, hyper-ventilating just to keep himself from vomiting all over his podium, dizzy in the process.

He couldn’t break down… Not here. He was supposed to be strong, a pillar to lean on. He always had been. Why was it so hard now?

The boy took a deep breath, tearing his eyes from the large screen, keeping his head blank, letting the sweat dripping down his face and neck cool him off. His head couldn’t even begin to process the strange situation he had found himself in, so he let it go blank, devoid of all thoughts except the thought that he had to get out of here, fast.

And that’s what he did.

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It was the second day after the bloody execution when Kiyoshi took a look at the newly-accessible train cars. One that caught his attention in particular was the karaoke room; what on earth was that doing on a train? Well, what on earth was a big death trial room doing on a train was probably a more common question, but still.

If it was already obvious, particularly from his talent, sound did wonders for him. He was sure if he did some singing he would feel a lot better; it would distract him from his thoughts and the tiny, niggling sounds of the train and the creaking and the whistling wind.

But… he couldn’t just sing on his own. If he was caught, that would be really embarrassing…! It didn’t help matters that the only friend he had made on this train so far wouldn’t be able to join him.

Perhaps this would be the perfect opportunity to make one, though.

Just as that idea popped into his head, someone entered the carriage. Kiyoshi turned slowly, eyes a little wider with apprehension. Before an awkward silence ensued he quickly spoke up.

“H– Hello! Um, Hibiki Kasuga, right? Mind if I call you Hibicchan…? It’s very nice to meet you properly…!”

The boy bowed low, closing his eyes and clasping his hands in front of him. Then he stood up again, smiling softly. As he spoke his voice was so airy and shy that it seemed to almost disappear towards the end of every sentence.

“I was just… checking out this new area. This, um, karaoke room. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? I love to sing… My talent has a lot to do with sound, after all… I’ve never been to a karaoke place with someone before…”

Was that enough of a hint for you, Hibiki? Please join him he is struggling.

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Suffice to say, with all the time he’d spent in one of the new rooms, Hibiki may have all but forgotten there were others to check out. After some time, however, when he felt he’d properly gotten his anger out in the workout room, he decided to check out a few of the other new rooms. 

It was during this Rad Adventure that he came across the... the... the ASMR’ist, not that Hibiki could recognize him as such, no matter how much he tried... his gaze dropped to the ground when the blonde recited his name, feeling... kind of bad that Hibiki couldn’t remember his in return.

...He shook his head and spoke.

“...Mhm, that’s me. Uh... sure, I don’t really mind you calling me that. It’s... nice to meet you too.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, head tilting slightly to the side as Kiyoshi spoke up again. It took a few moments after the other finished for Hibiki to speak, his brow furrowing as if he was... trying to put together what he was saying. At least he eventually got the hint, after a while...

“...Uh. Guess I... wouldn’t really mind? If you want the company or something, I guess.”

He shrugged. Trying to get the guy to actually sing and have a good time would be an adventure in and of itself -- but they’d cross that bridge when they got there.

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hibiki.. just sorta shrugs and votes for endou?? thanks dude,

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Coming in Handy || Hibiki || Trial (RE: hand stuff)

It didn’t take long for Hibiki to completely lose track of what everyone was saying.This kind of… intelligent discussion, he supposed, was hardly a forte of his, and it didn’t take much for everything everyone’d been saying to fly right over his head, in one ear and out the other.

Something about hands was the only thing that really stuck, if only because of how often it was brought up. Hibiki lifted his own hands – bandaged, the bandages clean and untorn. He speaks up again.

“…Anyone who’s talked to me can probably testify that I’ve always been wearing these. I mean… unless they forgot or something, whatever, it’s whatever. They’d be torn if I messed with that wire, probably. Uh… I guess I could take them off, if you’re unconvinced?”

He just… sorta shrugs. Do what you gotta, dudes. 

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why cant i come up with titles for this fukkin guy i hate him || Hibiki || Trial (RE: Echo, Ichigo)

The idea of a trial made Hibiki a bit… uneasy. He wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, to say the least, and the last thing he wanted was making a fool of himself, much less in case someone had to gall to laugh at him over it and… well, he wasn’t looking forward to what would come next.

He filed into the room, taking his place between someone in a gasmask he didn’t know, and… and… shit, ok, he could've swore he talked to this kid before… pink hair… hovering? Flying? Eh, he’d worry about it later.

For a while, he was silent, arms crossed, the only action he took being giving a somewhat hostile squint at a certain Monoshi when he brought up “getting into fist fights”, like he was waiting for someone to say something to fire him up, waiting for Hibiki to–

(No, no. Focus.)

He’d turned his attention back towards the others speaking, trying to follow along, slowly… regretting how little he’d actually accomplished during his own investigation time. Introductions, at least, was something he knew he could do for certain, and got on that as soon as he found a good area to speak.

“…Hibiki Kasuga. Contemporary dancer.”

Short and to the point, as always. He went over the names already stated a few times in his head, names he’d likely ultimately forget in the long run, but it was worth a shot. He looked over at Echo.

“A note… does anyone got a pen and some spare paper, or something? Maybe we could… compare to the note… because I don’t think anyone else could’ve wrote it. I mean, unless they were in on the culprit doing their whole… murder thing, I guess.

Wouldn’t say you were… foolish for following the thing, if anything knowing the note was referring to the body… it might help us out here? I dunno.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, pocketing the other free hand. Maybe… maybe he was onto something? Or maybe someone would shoot him down. Who knew. He’d just have to wait and see. (And try not to lose his cool, depending on how someone worded it he could very easily think someone was making fun of him. Seemed to happen a lot on that train.)

He didn’t know… all too much about the other stuff, so he kept quiet. For the time being. 

…Well, ok, one more thing.

“Metal… wire? Where would someone get something like that?”

Ok, now he was done. Thanks, dude. 

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All in the Cards || Hibiki || Chapter One (RE: body)

It was one of those nights, he supposed. Er, or, well, mornings. Hibiki wasn’t always the most restful sleeper, waking up too early or falling asleep too late on some occasions. The guy couldn’t ever really put his finger on why, and he’d always been that way – just how he was, he supposed. Didn’t stop him from… at least trying to fall back to sleep.

Though those efforts were ultimately fruitless, a scream reaching his ears and sending him clambering out of the top bunk, muttering only a…

“Sh- Shit–!!”

…as he sped out of the room, down the hall, to the kitchen, to the…

Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

For a while, the dancer just sort of stood there, gaping at the body of the… the girl who was… she had… Angry Face-san…

Who… who was this again?

Alright, after a few seconds, he got a vague idea who this girl was. He’d… spoken to her a little in… somewhere, she said some stuff, that’s where Angry Face-san came from, he thinks. He was so sure thought she was making fun of him and contemplated throwing a book at the poor gal… and wasn’t she friends with the blonde (he was… pretty sure she was blonde) girl who confronted that conductor guy, too?

(He couldn’t put a name or talent to her face, but then again, he didn’t even get one the first time they spoke… least he had some idea of the person she was, that was better than nothing, he supposed.)

Of course, his… poor, that was the nice way to put it, his poor memory wasn’t going to change the fact that someone was dead, someone had killed this poor gal, and dammit, she hardly deserved that, even if she was poking fun at the guy a few days back if it was her. Hibiki was fairly sure it was, but…

So what was Hibiki to do? His fists were shaking, his anger rising as it always seemed to… another yelling fit, or–? Wait, no, he made his way towards the wall and– yep, there it goes, his fist has made contact with the wall. One time, two times, hope there’s an infirmary or somewhere to replace those bandages if he roughs up his hand, keeps going at it– no, no, two seemed to be the limit. 

The dancer still shook, slightly less so, now that he’d taken out his frustration on that poor wall. He shook his head, looking back over at the body. What… what was he supposed to do? Maybe… look around a bit, try and figure out what happened… who did it? That seemed to be what the others seemed to be invested in.

(…That was what Monoshi said to do, too, but it wasn’t like he was really listening at that part. He was too busy trying to remember who this poor dead girl was.)

…Hibiki gave a defeated sort of sigh. Wasn’t the type of job for a dumb muscle type like him, but it didn’t seem he had a choice. 

He had to do something. 

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heating up || Hibiki || Chapter One (RE: prolo end) (Closed for Echo!)

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Echo lifted her gaze up to Hibiki, a bit of a frown on her face as she heard his…rather colourful language. She knew that people curse a lot, but it doesn’t mean she still shows a bit of discomfort about it. At their apology, she offered them a more relaxed smile as she spoke.

“It’s okay, I can understand why some would react that way. I just…hope no one else confronts Monoshi-san…he’s…very dangerous.”

She stood a bit awkwardly as a bit of a silence passed before she spoke up again.

“U-Um…I’m Echo Nikos, by the way. I’m the SHSL Plush Maker! Thank you for at least easing my fears a little bit.”

Even if she was still kind of nervous, she was greatful that he tried anyways. It’s the thought that counts.

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If anything, Yelena’s outburst and the results had Hibiki a bit more wary about losing his cool around the new conductor. Guy hated getting into physical spats enough as it were, but one with that guy had the added twist of a wicked injury -- or worse.

And even if she could understand why some would react like he did, it sure didn’t feel okay.

He sighed, listening as the smaller girl introduced herself. Plush maker... that explined the rabbit. Maybe he could remember the talent, at least, if based solely on that... he’d see.

“...Hibiki Kasuga. Dancer. Contemporary, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Nice to meet you, Nikos, and... don’t mention it. It’s nothing, really.”

Another short sigh. He did feel bad if he wound up scaring this poor kid with his... shouting, and all that. Couldn’t really help it, but he still hated it.

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I Came Here to Have a Good Time and Honestly Someone Else is Being Attacked Rn || Yuki || Ch. 1 Reaction || [Closed for Hibiki]

{cw: wrist mutilation/carpophobia mention}

Their stay on the train had been relatively uneventful so far, though they couldn’t shake the feeling of everything being not quite as it seemed. Yuki was content to remain in their room, though, or in the study pouring over texts. So when the commotion broke out outside the study, their first instinct was simply to ignore it and continue reading the book they were invested in. However, something prompted them to put down the book, rise from their seat, and walk directly outside the door and down the hall to where the rest of the students were obviously congregating at. What was going on there that they didn’t know about? Did they finally arrive at their destination, which was still fairly ambiguous as to where they were travelling to?

But no. Monoka was there, wringing her hands together and appearing fairly distressed to boot. An expression of concerned confusion came upon Yuki’s features, and they frowned. Clearly they weren’t where they were supposed to be, judging by how there was a lack of order with how the stewardess was behaving. Following along as she ran to the front of the train, they stopped, staring at the newcomer.

And was that an eyepatch? That this newcomer was a pirate was the first thought that came to their mind, and as Yuki surveyed the other, their confusion grew. Was the train being hijacked? Was this some sort of elaborate stunt being pulled by the academy? The situation appeared to be getting more and more puzzling, and the behaviorist was rather confused at everything that unfolded up to this point. However, there had been nothing directly threatening to them so far, ri-

“Anyway, there’s some rules for your cool new… hrm, what’s a good name for it? Ah, I got it! Train Trip of Mutual Killing! Here we go.”

Wait, what? “Mutual Killing”? All Yuki understood was the second part, but slowly they came to the revelation that “mutual” meant “between two or more parties”, and “killing” meant “death”, so then that meant that… they would have to kill one another. That was the logical, rational conclusion, wasn’t it? And in that moment, they were positive that Hope’s Peak was either pulling a trick on them or someone really had hijacked the train and caused them to kill each other.  They weren’t sure which one appealed less to them, but they were brought out of their thoughts by the new person… Monoshi? Odd name.

And then came a few rules. Alright, so they were supposed to be killing people though any means necessary, but there were still rules. Fair enough. Blinking straight ahead at Monoshi, their complexion appeared to darken. What was going on, and why was he arguing with that pink-haired person?

Oh. Well, that explained that. Another student defended her and then got their wrist snapped in response. Simply wonderful.

“….”

Staring at the conductor as he left the room, Yuki frowned harder as they spoke, their hands shaking.

“Well… you… who gives you the right to come here and tell us to k kill each other… Would you really… Who gives you the right, you ignoramus? If this is some sort of stunt, I’m going to have my boss talk to your superiors and then you’ll be arrested! Or something… you, you… {Monoshit.}”

The last part was said in English, and they stood there, their fists balled, before huffing and walking away.

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A bit following the hijack, Yuki was wandering around the train, significantly calmer than when they had left the room. Glancing around to see if there were any other students around, they caught sight of someone in the general area, chancing to approach them. Blinking, they held up their hand, before slowly bringing it back to their side.

“Excuse me? Do you… know what happened to that girl, the one with the… injury? I was not around to see, and I… uhh… Would you happen to know? Furthermore, are you okay after all of that?”

They stood, waiting for some form of acknowledgement.

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(tw: p light wrist trauma/carpo mentions here too? just to be safe ;; )

Hibiki’s grand old adventures in train pacing were being interrupted, it seemed. The dancer froze in place once he heard the voice -- startled, if just a tiny bit. Hated being snuck up on, as it were, even if the situation at hand was hardly him being snuck up on...

...He turns his head, looking over at Yuki. 

“...Wouldn’t know, sorry. Left a bit after that one guy left. Hopefully someone got around to helping her out -- someone probably better at dealing with that kind of... euh, medical shit than I am...”

He knew how to deal with scrapes and bumps and bruises and all that, but a broken wrist? Nada, nothing.

“...Me? I’m, uh, fine, I guess. No one’s tried to kill me yet or anything, so I gues that’s something. Not that I think anyone would, just because some sicko in black and red told us to.”

Except there was a threat made if no one did. Hibiki seemed to have forgotten that part.

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"hey someone give me a title," i ask in the post title || Hibiki || Chapter One (Closed for Masae!)

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Masae had come out of her room earlier, and it was clear she was fighting something inside her head. The speedcuber couldn’t keep still as she stood in front of the door to the bathroom, and her cabin. Her breathing was uneven and she had a worried look on her face. The lack of her bag indicated that she was only supposed to come out for a few minutes- or perhaps she just forgot it.

“Calm down, calm down! Calm down. S-stop….”

She closed her eyes, her hands shaking as she covered her face. Taking a deep breath, she looked around her, and then down the hall.

“Just… easy steps. One…. two… three… four…”

As she began counting in her head, Masae began walking down the length of the cabin, trying to keep her shaking hands at bay. She patted the side of her skirt, as if to check if something was there. She continued to walk, her paces quickening. Before she knew it she was pacing up and down the hall, looking very worried.

“Breathe, breathe. You don’t. You don’t have to. You don’t have to.”

As Masae turned to walk back down the hall, she nearly bumped into the person in front of her. Clearly surprised, as if she didn’t realize they said something at all, she blinked and shook her head, bowing low as if to apologize. Without even thinking, she lifted her hands up to explain herself.

Her hand motions were clearly done on purpose, but the moment she realized that the student wasn’t responding, she shook her head again, still looking very disorganized. Digging into her pocket, she pulled out not her ID card, but a cell phone instead. She began to frantically type something out, and then clicked a button on the side multiple times. Pressing something on the touch screen, Masae then held it out for the student in front of her, just as a computerized voice began to read out what was written.

[ Hello! My name is Masae Atoshi. I couldn’t hear what you said, could you please type it out for me? ]

The voice was awkwardly loud but Masae didn’t seem to react to it at all. Was there really a reason for it if he just had the writing right there? Her hand still shook as she held out the phone, waiting for him to take it. While they had no reception, at least her notes and apps still worked. Couldn’t she have just texted him? Where was her card? Masae watched his actions closely from behind her hand.

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Hibiki tensed up slightly out of reflex when the girl nearly bumped into him. Only slightly, natch, as she hadn’t actually done it and he’d seen her coming at him. It was just a reflex, whether or not contact was actually made, and he relaxed steadily.

At first, he was confused when she took out a cell phone -- normally he’d have gotten a little mad, was she ignoring him or something? But there probably wasn’t any service, anyways, otherwise someone would’ve called the police by now, surely. Of course, he didn’t remember for certain, but...

...The message from the phone catches his attention. So that was what it was for... Hibiki nodded, taking the phone. He took a few seconds to type something out, then held it out. No point activating that computer voice thing if she wouldn’t be able to hear it.

[ Hibiki Kasuga. Nice to meet you, Atoshi. Are you alright? Did you lose something out here, or something? Or are you just a bit freaked out after all that? ]

He assumed she knew what he meant by “that”. Not much else he could’ve meant, he thought -- nothing like the announcement of a mutual killing to really stick out in your head.

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"hey someone give me a title," i ask in the post title || Hibiki || Chapter One (Closed for Masae!)

Time heals all wounds, as the saying goes. Hibiki couldn’t quite say that was all too effective in a place like this, but to be fair, he couldn’t be so sure. It hadn’t been even a day, and he hadn’t really been wounded, metaphorically or otherwise, just a bit… shaken, and stirred. Announcement of mutual killing and all that. Sure, he thought it was stupid, and no one, not even him, was dumb enough to fall for it, but to see that weird new guy just… casually go and attack that blonde chick like that… well, it had him on the defense either way.

Of course, knowing Hibiki, the best defense was a good offense.

(… Come to think of it, he doubted that blonde’s wound she took from that weird conductor guy had healed within that amount of time, either. Would it, with just time and not, like… a doctor, or something? Like hell he knew. He was on a different mental tangent, now, anyways.)

He’d spent some time just… wandering around the train, trying to take his mind off that announcement and related events. It wasn’t so “convenient” for his memory to latch onto that one thing when it seems to let go of so much else, but that announcement flew by in his head so many times that he’d more or less gotten it stuck in his memory. That process of repetition worked just as well with things he wanted to forget as it did with things he didn’t, it seemed. 

…in due time, he returns from one of the cars farther down the train to his own cabin, only to find someone pacing in the halls catching his attention.

Pretend there’s a sprite here because I don’t feel like getting one. 

“…Hey. Hey. You… alright, there? You lose something, or…?”

Thanks, dude. 

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heating up || Hibiki || Chapter One (RE: prolo end) (Closed for Echo!)

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Echo had held her breath in as she noticed the shakiness in their hands and kept her distance from the stranger. She shifted her feet in her place as she watched them calm themselves down and confirm that they’re okay. She wondered vaguely if they would have been more calm if it wasn’t her that approached them…but who knows now.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when he had asked her if she was okay. Ah, did she really look freaked out? Well, she was holding onto Velvet pretty tightly and her heart was still beating rather quickly, although not at the speed during the incident with Monoshi. She had a slight smile on her face, even though she was still looking kind of shaky.

“Y…Yes, I’m okay. All of that…just really caught me off guard, is all! I…I hope those two ladies are okay…”

Echo’s gaze turned towards the floor, a rather distressed look on her face as she continued.

“I…I don’t understand…why did Monoshi-san attack them? He said that we c-couldn’t hurt the conductor, a-and those two ladies didn’t! They…they just spoke their mind…how can he be so cruel…?”

Judging from her reaction to all of this, it’s quite obvious that she wasn’t used to seeing things like these, or perhaps it was the sudden act of violence that scared her more than anything else as well as the threat with murder.

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Likely not. If anything, Hibiki could’ve easily been a lot less calm depending on who approached him and what they’d say to him. This was as calm as it came, so good job on that, Echo.

Hibiki frowned as she spoke. Clearly, this poor kid wasn’t doing so great -- with the situation being what it was... especially because he could’ve swore she looked much younger than any high schooler he’d seen in his time, and some funky murder train was hardly a place for someone so young. High school age or otherwise -- she had to be, to be a Hope’s Peak student, but...

(...Was she? It was just an assumption, Hibiki didn’t actually know for certain.)

He doubted they were completely alright -- who was in a place like that, much less when you actually got attacked? Or watched your (girl)friend get attacked.. he shook his head a bit.

“I think he’s just some freak who gets his kicks out of fucking with others. I don’t think he just wants us dead, because he would’ve done it himself -- nah, he wants to watch us take each other down like it’s some sick game, the fucker...”

Horribly blunt, as always. Maybe a little too much so, as Hibiki glanced away slightly when he spoke again.

“...Sorry. Try not to worry about it too much, alright? I doubt anyone’s actually gonna do it. Some guy can’t just tell us to kill people because he feels like it and expect us to actually do it.”

Did... he forget the whole “I’ll do what I did to her, but worse” bit?

“...And sorry if my shouting freaked you out, too, just in case. I don’t like... getting mad like that, either, I just...”

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heating up || Hibiki || Chapter One (RE: prolo end) (Closed for Echo!)

[velvetusagichan]

Echo was snapped out of her daze as she heard someone yelling behind her, shouting threats towards Monoshi. The sudden voice had made Echo flinch. She hated conflict, she especially hated yelling as well. It makes sense for a sheltered city girl like herself would be frightened like this. She raised her head to see the individual shouting behind her had stormed away.

Echo knew very well she shouldn’t be talking to people like that, but something made her legs move on its own and before she knew it, she had gotten up and started walking after the stranger. God knows why she even followed them in the first place, she knew that people who stormed off like that wanted to be alone…but…

“U-Um…Ex…excuse…”

Echo mumbled nervously, she wasn’t even sure if they even noticed they were being followed. So she spoke up again, this time catching their attention. After getting a good look at the stranger they’re…a lot taller than she expected…and that only made them more intimidating. Still, Echo can’t just run away now that she got their attention.  

“…U-Um…are…are you a-alright…?”

[shsldance-blog]

He hadn’t noticed up until she spoke, the dancer flinching slightly in response. He turned his head back, over his shoulder, to look over at her for just a second, before looking away again, back down towards the floor. They... they hated being snuck up on, and it took him everything not to freak out at the poor gal. Not like she knew...

He’s quiet for a good while, hands still a little shaky at his sides but mostly having calmed down since the announcement. Eventually, he looks back over at her and speaks up again.

“...I’m fine.”

Short, sweet, and to the point as always. 

Hibiki sighed a bit, pocketing his hands and leaning against the wall. He spoke again.

“...Not sure if you should be asking me that, though. You ok, kid? You look freaked out. Not that I blame you, really.”

Freaked out over... the murder game announcement, or his outburst, assuming she heard? Hibiki didn’t specify...

[tripoli-express-blog]

heating up || Hibiki || Chapter One (RE: prolo end) (Closed for Echo!)

While Hibiki, in hindsight, should’ve expected something to be… a bit strange about the sudden train trip, not having a clue about it at all beforehand, this was… as far from his expectations as you could possibly get.

It all happened so fast – too fast. A new guy, some bullshit about a killing game… what a fucking joke. No one had any reason to, and like that… that pink girl said, murder was all kinds of illegal.  It was a shitty, shitty joke with no effort thrown into it.

…Still made Hibiki pretty mad, though.

His hands shook slightly at his sides, and as the card reader spoke up at him, him at her, Hibiki had brought them up and began defensively cracking his knuckles. His expression went from boredom, to irritation, to frustration at an alarmingly quick rate. The actual physical violence from the stranger to Yelena was the final nail in the coffin, bringing the dancer’s expression to outright anger.

Once the man had left for the conductor’s room, Hibiki almost immediately… more or less exploded, words tumbling out of his mouth before he could really think about or stop them.

“H-Hey– HEY!!! You think this is a joke?! You think you can pull this kinda bullshit on us, threaten our lives and call it a game?! I’ll give you a good game, fucker, it’s called ‘see how fast I can knock the teeth out of that smug grin of yours’, try and lay a finger on me and we’ll fucking find out!!!!”

What a pleasant dude.

After a few seconds of… what sort of looks like Hibiki trying to stop and… calm himself? The dancer storms off. Be careful if you decide to follow, he’s… really not in too great a mood. 

[shsldance-blog]

thread tracker :: chapter 1

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??? im still rly bad at private i still need to reply to 2 for ll2..... but i will Try

[tripoli-express-blog]

boats, trains, and automobiles || Hibiki || Prologue (Closed for Tarou!)

[shslharbormaster]

What may or may not have been the sound of Hibiki’s head hitting the ceiling may or may not have caused Tarou to raise his head. Schrödinger’s cat ain’t got nothing on these ceilings.

Regardless, Tarou only smiled and gave a one-word reply.

“Cool.”

He flopped down on the bed, sticking his feet up on his bunk’s headboard. He guessed that this kid probably wasn’t the talkative type, and that suited Tarou just fine. Hyperactive chatterboxes were the bane of his existence.

All the same, he still wanted to get a better read on this guy. As in, any kind of read at all, since he got jack squat from this interaction. As much as he may have liked that Hibiki probably wouldn’t be a nuisance, he also didn’t like knowing nothing about the person he’d be sleeping below for… however long the rest of this trip lasted. Plus, his assistant would bitch at him if he came back from this whole big trip without even getting to know his own roommate.

Still relaxed on the bed, Tarou looked up at the underside of Hibiki’s bunk and started talking again.

“So Kasuga-san, according to the student list you’re a dancer? I’ve got no clue what type ‘contemporary’ is, to be blunt. But if you’re that good, I should ask to watch you dance sometime. If you’ve explored the train a lot, maybe you’ve found a room that would be usable for performances? I’m sure some of the students would like to show off their talents.”

“Speaking of, after a break I was planning to check out the bar and kitchen at the end of the train. Have you been there yet? If you aren’t busy, come with me. I’d like some company.”

Eh, that was mostly true.

[shsldance-blog]

Don’t sweat the one-word replies, Tarou, because Hibiki had those aplenty. Not much of a talker, he was. 

That said, it seemed the harbormaster wanted to initiate... some kind of conversation with the guy. Understandable, he supposed, wouldn’t do to sleep in the same room as someone you knew jack squat about.

“...I’m gonna be honest, I have no fucking idea what it means, either. I’ve heard ‘modern’ or... whatever, but I don’t really care. It’s just how I dance, the labels you toss on it... don’t matter, at least to me.

But... yeah, I dance. It’s nice. Uh... yeah, I’ve looked, haven’t had much luck with finding, like... a real big place, but... I dunno. Maybe we can make something work, or something. It’s whatever.”

Hibiki sighed slightly, sitting up just a tiny bit and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. It wasn’t a full sit so he could probably avoid hitting his head on the ceiling if it was low enough for him to hit his head on it if he fully sat. I still don’t know. It’s 1am again.

There’s a bit of a pause before he... makes his way down from his bunk to the floor, hands in his pockets.

“...Yeah, alright, I’m down. Not really doing anything else right now.”

Consider that a yes...? Yes.