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ANNOUNCEMENT
Everyone remained in the estate lobby for a few minutes, some paying their respects to Ayame, some weeping and sobbing out of fear, some inspecting the attic door. Ayame was alive just a little while ago… was life so easy to lose in this place…?
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Hugo couldn’t help but feel disoriented after the monochrome boy finished speaking. Murder and death and kidnapping and such were all such adult business; they were just kids. This isn’t the kind of stuff they should be thinking of. And yet, there they were.
Hugo twiddled his thumbs while he stood in the middle of crowd. He was trying to remain calm, but it was almost as if everyone had their eyes on him, and he could feel sweat beading at his brow. He slipped in between the smaller students, avoiding making eye contact or bumping into anyone, until he found his way to a door. It was the bathroom.
He pushed the door open, and slid in. It was quieter in here. Maybe he should just go into one of the stalls, rather than just gawk in the entrance way. He turned on a light so he could see his way through the room, and walked over to one of the stalls. The lights had been off, so Hugo must’ve been alone.
Guess again, sucker.
Hugo opened the stall door, finding a boy perched on the toilet seat. He’d been expecting it to be empty, and he was a bit surprised. Rather than close the door though, Hugo simply stood there, trying not to look at the person on the toilet. He waves sheepishly.
This is how you make friends.
Minho hadn’t been expecting anyone, opting to rest his head on his shoulder and wait for as much time to pass as possible. However, before he could even breach a span of 10 minutes, the light pierced Minho’s eyelids and alerted him of his company. Minho stayed silent, lifting his head from his shoulder, but he kept his head lowered- like a dog about to be smacked with a roller up newspaper. From the gap underneath the door, Minho could see feet approaching his stall. So, is that what the gap is for? To see people before they arrive? What is the point of that- there is nowhere to go except for up and over into the next stall. Minho didn’t have time for that though, and his muscles were still sore anyhow. Suddenly, the stranger appeared. He had pushed the door in, noticed Minho, and then waved. He wasn’t looking directly at him though, he was looking towards the floor. Minho followed his gaze and assumed that he must want him to bow to him. Minho clambered down from the toilet and immediately onto his hands and knees in front of the stranger. Minho gently touched the stranger’s feet and leaned down, giving both of his feet a kiss before slowly looking up at the stranger. “Sir, I apologize, I did not mean to interfere. Please, sir, relieve yourself here. If you may, I am ready to be punished for the inconvenience.” Minho slowly began shifting the bottom half of his body to the side, slowly shimmying backwards and underneath the wall of the stall. He kept his face lowered to the floor right above his shoes as his feet, calves, thighs, and hips began drifting into the next stall. Swiftly, Minho scuttled the rest of his way out of Hugo’s stall and into the next stall to the left.
He stayed down on his hands and knees, his face pressed against the tile- which was gross considering the fact that it’s a bathroom. The poet even seemed to be shaking a little, and faintly wheezing.
If things go right, we can frame it
It has been an extremely tense week or so since you woke up on the dusty old rug adorning the manor’s entryway floor, locked in and surrounded by total strangers. You met the… delightful little host, Monoko, who told you that the only way you could escape was to kill someone else in this manor and get away with it. Surprisingly, no one has cracked from these circumstances alone, and everyone is still roaming about in one piece, more or less. With all of the supplies offered inside of the mansion, you’ve begun to think that being stuck here until someone can come to help you wouldn’t be so bad. Cozy furnishings, running water, working plumbing, it seems like a normal house, minus the utter lack of bathing accommodations. And the smell festering thereof. All is calm.
“OI, ASSHOLES!~”
Psych.
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Takeo's pretty chill, he's going to wander upstairs and investigate the dorm rooms. What's up with those?
Well, upon reaching the second floor, Takeo would notice a bunch of dorm rooms. Each of them is decorated the same way; there’s a single queen-sized bed in the center of the room, with a nightstand on either side. A trunk can be found at the foot of the bed. There’s a sofa with a table for comfort, a closet for storing clothes, and a vanity.
Outside each of the doors is a nameplate, which assigns the students to the dorms. There are two in each rooms, as follows:
1: Miyako and Ueli
2: Takeo and Misami
3: Hugo and Minho
4: Caspar and Shigeo
5: Senka and Madoka
6: Tomio and Kiri
7: Sumire and Phoebe
8: Atsuya and Eijiri
9: Koro and Ryouta
10: Maverick and Hanako
11: Lucida and Maemi
12: Iain and Ayame
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After the strange black and white child finished his speech, Minho was left feeling more confused than anything else. This is certainly not a school. It’s a dusty old mansion by the looks of it. Being sprawled across the carpet with all these other people was not doing him any good. In fact, he kind of hated this place. There are too many people around him, and it’s way too.. open here.
Paying another glance around at the other students, Minho slowly climbed to his feet. Nobody here stuck out to him. These are all strangers. It was uncomfortable to say the least.
Minho swiped through his electronic ID, not exactly taking time to read anything. Just skimming through the device’s contents. There were better things to do than stand around here and do nothing.
Such as finding a small dark place to hide himself within, so that this may all pass come the morning, for this may just be a prank that will blow over soon.
Minho immediately kicked his sandals off and bolted away from the crowd, to the right of the huge room, slipping into the first dark room he could find. He didn’t bother with the light switch. He simply used his electronic ID to light the way.
It seems he’s found his way into a bathroom. It’s not an ideal place, but it will have to do. Minho darted into one o the stalls and hopped up onto the toilet seat, and there he crouched. He let himself rest his weight against the back of the toilet, while keeping his feet on both sides of the seat, careful not to let his ID fall in the water as he wrapped the device with his handkerchief and popped it into his bathrobe’s pocket- the pocket that doesn’t have the huge hole in it.
There the poet sat. Perched in a stall, in a dark and creepy bathroom.
He was fine with this.
GAME START
Hope’s Peak Academy. A school founded on hope, devoted to finding the world’s most talented, elite teenagers and cultivating their abilities in order to create the brightest possible future for society: one filled with clean, pure hope. It has been successful thus far, not a single bump in the road. Of course, as unbridled success normally does, Hope’s Peak’s officials were lulled into a state of calm. As long as they could continue to successfully recruit students and strive for excellence, they didn’t much care for the small personal disputes that occurred within their walls, so long as it didn’t blemish their pristine reputation. This led way to many cases of bullying between students, hazings on newcomers, and even small scale feuds among rivaling students. If a parent was concerned, they were paid off for their silence. Looking at the grand premise of the school grounds from the outside, you would feel nothing but pride for the progress society had made since the creation of the school. But what was held within the school was a dark, bitter energy that sprung it’s madness at every corner.
You are a new student at this greatest of academies, and you are none the wiser of these incidents. As you take a few nervous yet hearty steps up to the academy gates, your vision begins to weaken, however. Everything goes black. You can’t move. What’s happening..?
This continues for moments, but you finally feel your senses stir. You can hear a faint giggle, but it’s blocked out quickly by an intense pain in your skull, and the unbearable stiffness of your limbs. You fight to open your eyes, and your vision is spotty, but sure enough you manage to awaken yourself. You are face down on a dusty old carpet, which covers a dull hardwood floor. The space you reside in seems rather open, with dark red walls, a grand staircase, a beautiful crystal chandelier dangling precariously from a 16 foot ceiling, and the bodies of 23 other students scattered on the floor around you.
Wait. Bodies?
Yes, bodies.
Unconscious bodies. Everyone appears to be about the same age as you are, and all suffering from the same discomforts. As you all pick yourselves up from the ground and try to make some sense of your surroundings, you realize that they are very unfamiliar. A few of you begin to panic even, gripping at your pockets and bodies for your bags or your phones in order to get ahold of someone who can tell you what you may have done to be where you are right now. You don’t know a single person in this room, of course you aren’t going to ask them. You all realize, however, that your are empty handed, except for a small card.
No bigger than your average credit/debit card, it flashes to life almost as soon as you hold it up. You can see your name, your personal information, this card displays almost everything. How do you even work this thing? Some are furious, yelling even. Where are our phones, our several hundred dollar bags, and how the hell does someone have all this information? The card bears the HPA insignia, but… this clearly isn’t the school. What kind of a game is this?!
“Wow, you are a noisy bunch, aren’t you?”
Everyone stops at the sound of a rather young child addressing them. Following the sound, you all turn and see what appears to be a child no older that 12 years of age, with black and white hair and a face mask. He is simply watching from afar, eyes flickering about to each face. You cringe as he meets your gaze: One eye is a dark grey color, the other is fully red; sclera and all. You question if it’s even real, it almost entire transfixes your attention, but he resumes speaking.
“Now that you lazy bums are up at least, I can go ahead and get introductions out of the way. My name is Monoko! I’m gonna be your guiding light for the next few… forevers. It’s nice to meet you all! And don’t worry about introducing yourselves, I already know everything about all of you! Isn’t that handy?”
He watches you all for another few moments and sighs after a period of silence.
“Too strong, I guess I gotta back off in my approach… but now is the part where I get a good explanation out of the way!”
“Welcome to your new home! This estate and all that it has to offer shall become your whole world for the rest of your lives! It’ll be fun, you all get to live with me forever! Well, some of you probably. Why only some of you? Don’t be stupid, no one lives forever. But it’s also because… living here isn’t all you guys get to do. That would be sooooo boring, y’know? I say… we play a little game. Not really a little game since it, you know, deals with life and death, but you get what I mean.”
Life and death..?
“You see, what you all get to play is a mutual killing game. All of you are strangers more or less, so it should be pretty easy! You all see this door behind me? It’s locked tight, and nothing is gonna bust it down. All the other exits? Barred, locked, you name it; no one is escaping. You want out? There’s only one way: one of you must kill somebody in this room and get away with it. If you do, you get to leave everybody here in the dust. If you don’t… ohohoho, let’s just say you’ll be in for a nasty little surprise.”
“Enough of my ramblings, though. Now that you’ve all been acquainted with your situation by none other than your charming host, why don’t you all look around and get to know your new home~? The little card you all found in your pockets will help you. Have fun, and feel free to ask questions~!”
Monoko simply stands in silence at the front of the room, watching you all and your cacophony of reactions to this sudden, dreadful news. The only thing on your mind is the same one perforating everyone else’s thoughts…
What are you going to do?
**MAPS UNLOCKED: ESTATE MANOR**
**MONOKO IS NOW AVAILABLE AS AN RP PARTNER!! TAG ANY STARTERS #HEYMONOKO FOR RESPONSE FROM THE HOST. OTHERWISE, INVESTIGATION START!! GOOD LUCK!!**
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Welcome to hell
Ah yes… hell indeed. For the twenty four students listed beneath that cut down there, this is where they shall be spending the next chapter of their lives. It’s been a really fast 6 ½ months, but we’ve gotten this far, and now things can really get started. To those of you who spot your OC below, congrats! You’re stuck with us three nerdos on this road trip to hell for the next couple of months.
But for those of you who don’t… no hard feelings, really. You all tried your best, and it really showed! But at the end of the day, 40 isn’t 24. We hope you all understand this, and don’t let it bring you down; we wish you all good luck in your endeavors, and encourage you to keep putting your best foot forward!
So, without further ado, we present to you all the Despair Trigger final roster!
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Minho’s Pokemon Team
Some axolotls. These are from a couple months ago, I think.
Axolotl
Axolotl (ambystoma mexicanum)
Axolotl are small (6-18in) amphibians that are unfortunately no longer found in the wild. They used to be found in Mexico City but a study in 2013 yielded nothing from the lake. Instead of living in the wild they are bred in captivity, and done so because they have interesting regenerative properties. They can regrow entire lost limbs (sometimes regrowing a damaged limb AND growing a new one) and they can also regrow vital organs including parts of the brain. Axolotls also easily adapt to organ transplants.
Anatomy of an Axolotl Card
