#despairquest ch1

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FROGOT it! | Ch1 Freetime | Open

Admittedly at first, he thought the trip would turn out alright. The bus looked suitable. Not just some cheap, yellow bus that brought filth to and from their academic prisons. Then again, that assumption was quickly proven wrong. He wasn’t able to protest long before his vision faded and woke up with a massive headache. Then (as he liked to believe), the two robotic mascots went on their idiotic speeches. ( Talking animals weren’t real. )

“Someone is certainly getting a laugh out of this.” 

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples in both annoyance and for his headache. Yes, he just witnessed a death but executions happened. Sure, in a less brutal, less theatrical way. He didn’t know the guy and even then, it was their ludicrous driver. As much as he didn’t want to be held responsible for it, he was. He highly doubted the man didn’t  know that there was gas in the vehicle. Why did it take him so long to even notice?

“As much as I’d like everyone to drop dead, I don’t wish to get my hands dirty with such disgusting blood. Nor am I planning on wasting anymore time than necessary with fantastical plots and dramatic feuds.”

He folded his arms and glanced around the surroundings. He knew everything had a weakness, an Achilles hell, a loop hole. Just like every person, every place would have a weakness and if you poked at it long enough, it would crumble. 

“If you wish to work under me, so be it. I’m going to find a way out of here.”

Before turning, he glanced at the “watch” on his wrist. He wanted to know how much they knew. 

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I didn’t pay attention enough for a title | Post Ch 1 / Begin Ch 2

He didn’t even seem to wince at the execution once again. His face was scrunched up instead in a sign of disgust, irritation, and most importantly disappointment. He shouldn’t have got his hopes up honestly. The court room was his sacred grounds. The place where the spot line turned to him and him alone. It was where he worked his magic and words bowed before him. This was not a traditional court room. It wasn’t even a mock court. They threw in nearly 30 students and called for action. No guidance, no order; just plain chaos and disarray. These imbecile, birdbrained, senseless joke of super high school students were mere chickens with their heads cut off in a sacred area of order, law, and justice ( not that he cared for the last so much ). 

It wasn’t long that he dropped his interest in the thing all together. He would return perhaps at the next ( oh he had no doubt there would be another, this game was only starting ). Then he would come prepared and expecting. Right now, he glanced over at the students, picking up their reactions. He judged them silently, weighing their worth before turning on his heel. 

The frog of course only emphasized his reaction. “The game has only started. They put too much work into it to end with one. So don’t start getting soft once again.” Those were his departing words. They were annoying and tiresome. He wanted nothing more to do with these students than he had to. He glanced at his watch once more and left. 

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Bite Out of Crime | CH 1 Body Reaction

He waited his time out with idle games and chit chat with the tolerable members of the group. If he was to be killed by the beast, it would happen. Death lurked on every corner, every second of the day. If he feared death, he would get nowhere, do nothing. He refused to walk blindly into it but he also refused to let death control him ore than it already does. 

It was the frog’s annoying, intolerable announcement that caught him off guard. He wouldn’t admit it but he did jump when it went off. Yet the noise did allow him to crack a smile. Something interesting at last. A trial. His paradise in the middle of hell. It was his home away from home and he could already taste this delicious fun that would follow. 

“It seems those idiotic toys are useful for something.”

He rolled up his sleeves a bit more before heading out to the location. He hated to get his hands dirty but the situation called for it. So he would tag alone so long as the game kept him entertained.

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Unleash the Plot | CH 1 Free time | Norio & Hotaru

@8bitfireflies

Truth be told, Norio was pissed. This was an inconvenience to him. He had plans that did not include some psychotic game between cartoon characters. From the gas filled bus ride to the execution, Norio felt impassive toward the whole experience. Yet, he was in a minority. Most appeared to be stunned and scared. They were in a panic. Just the sight made him turn his nose up. 

His first instinct was to distance himself from the panicked and crying mess of students. He turned himself toward the perimeter, trying to figure out the boundaries of their prison. Maybe he could pick up some sign of where exactly they were at. Of course, that was short run when he ran into another person in the woods. 

“You do know how it looks for someone to be walking around by themselves in the woods, especially after homicide was suggested.”

Arms crossed as he approached the girl. He didn’t really want to be sociable. He wanted to get out of here. 

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This is apawning. | Ch1 Free time | Norio & Akemi

@vermillionchessboard

Norio spent his first, few, bitter minutes looking through the watch that was provided with him. He swiped through the information and grimaced. This was very personal information. Sure, just about any obsessed freak might be able to dig up the info but someone took the time to do so. That’s what disgusted and worried him. Someone wanted to go into that much info about him. 

Blue eyes shifted to the red head, next to him. She looked just as curious if not just as displeased as he did. He wondered then if it was not a personal attack on him alone (if it was not just some crazy fan or journalist), but maybe on everyone else. Why else bring the rest of these imbeciles along? 

“Do they have very specific and personal information on you as well?” he inquired. He wanted to rest his hypothesis. 

He understood he wasn’t the center of the world but he was damn close to it. Holding a politician’s child hostage could get a lot done, or make a lot of money. Though, it could backfire on them as well.