#perfectmayuge

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Her exploration had been slow and careful. There was nobody to get to do the work for her, so she was stuck tracing careful paths, trying to make sense out of what she could see. Nothing was really coming to fruition, and she was starting to ache. So, Celestia found a quiet spot to rest, hands folded in her lap as she tried to catch her breath from the safety of a bench.

When she looks up, it looks like she’s seen a ghost, the little color she has draining out of her face. Mouth agape for a beat, Celestia quickly pulls herself together.

“My my, it seems my predictions were correct.” 

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Boots - not in uniform code, of course - slammed down on the desk in front of him. A yawn - he had been sleeping in class again - as he leaned, back, stretching out and popping his back into place. Drool was wiped off his chin, having just woken up from a nap.

Boots on the ground, he stood and shoved his hands into his pockets, looking around the room. Everyone was preparing for a school festival, and he had offered to help with building some of the stands.

No, he hadn’t offered, more like he’d be put forth. Finding the culprit, he sauntered over, face stuck in a grimace.

“Hey - since ya went off an’ decided to put me up for helpin’ out around here, you’re gonna be comin’ with me. Handin’ me tools or somethin’.”

They were at Hope’s Peak Academy. Nobody was dead, and it was the week of the school festival. Things couldn’t be better.

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Chihiro wasn’t actually sure if any friends had also come to Hive City. They were for the most part sure that Monokuma wasn’t in charge or had any relation to the scientists due to the distinct lack of monochromatic bears popping up from every corner. It was a shaky basis to start from but, so far it had been proven true. No ‘upupupu’s could be heard in the distance, and there was certainly no curfew put into place for the city either. How could there be, with hundreds-- thousands of people walking around every day?

Yet Chihiro was wrong in that regard. Someone they knew did make it into Hive City, which caused both excitement and disappointment to bubble up simultaneously. Certainly Chihiro was happy to see a familiar face, but... The last time they had seen Ishimaru was before Oowada had--. 

No. It would be fine. This was a different scenario, a different place, and Ishimaru was enthusiastically waving to an elderly woman who he just helped crossed the street. He seemed to shine as bright as ever, the Ultimate Moral Compass, Oowada’s ‘bro’. Casting aside doubts, Chihiro quietly approached him from the side, a small smile on their lips.

“I-Ishimaru-kun, it’s a relief to see you again...”

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          So you screwed up and now you’re paying the price. Blood smeared his glove as he attempted to keep himself together. It was only a stab wound right in the side of his waist, nothing too drastic. “Hey Kid,” Roughly he calls out, words almost a mere mumble. “Mind helping me out?” Mccree leans his shoulder on a street lamp, propping himself from falling over.

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          Oh - this was a familiar face, wasn’t it? Having to meet one of her own darling classmates had been a possibility, she supposed, especially with her having come back from the dead. Still, this particular student wasn’t going to be hard to deal with unless someone had spilled some saucy details in her absence ( she doubted anyone had ) - and even if they did, she could scare him shitless. That’d be funny. But the most likely situation was he was clueless, as Ishimaru had been murdered when she had been dutifully behind Monokuma’s actions, and after she had committed the wonderfully atrocious act of killing her sister - Ishimaru would simply think her risen from the grave much like he had, should he remember his own death. Of course, trauma could be a thing too - and that trauma could have brought back his school memories. Whatever, she was nothing but a classmate to him even then. 

          Only those in the final trial had found out about the existence of the Despair Sisters. 

          “Ishimaru, hey! You’re here too!” He had been the first to notice her, but she had been the first to initiate a conversation. Ever the socialite. “Man, this place is all kinds of fucked up, isn’t it? I don’t even know how I got here - like, am I remembering this wrong or didn’t I totally die? All I can think about is that gross bear throwing all kinds of shit at me, spears or whatever. Did I just imagine that? Man, that would be a messed up nightmare if I did.” 

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    Maki couldn’t help but think about the situation. It was eerily reminiscent of the past (in numerous aspects). Ironically enough, that past wasn’t too long ago. It feels like eons passed by since then. The mood was similar to this place-- Gloomy, mysterious, and overcast with doubt. The light drizzle from the sky felt comforting, in a way. She let out a quiet sigh and darted her eyes directly towards someone else. Her glare was known to speak for itself.

    “What? Don’t look at me like that. If you’re worried about the rain.. Don’t be. I’m fine.”

[kujoutengu]

“I side with the hall monitor boy.”

[desiderious]

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“My, my~ So strict about such a simple matter. Is it too much of a crime to let this go just this once for that poor person?”