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02 ↣ Reaching Forward | Yuuna

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It was not her place to console anyone here, but Misaki could not help but think of the pitiful face that Yuuna Mikami made throughout the duration of their last encounter. Misaki was not sure whether or not to brand the young woman as a fool for shedding so much of her energy over the death of someone seemingly so insignificant, but perhaps it was because Misaki herself thought so little of her companions as anything more than acquaintances who happened to share the same, unfortunate fate as her. Nevertheless, it did not stop her self-righteous nature to rectify a situation that she felt she had control to handle on her own. 

Two loud, firm knocks were made on the hotel room door that Misaki had found to belong to Yuuna. In her opposite hand, Misaki held a small, round tray where a teapot from her own collection, and an empty pair of matching cups, sat. The silence that followed her billowing knocks was filled by the sound of Misaki’s own, firm voice a moment later.

“Mikami-san. It is Watanabe. Could you spare me a moment of your time?”

Misaki was not here to comfort the young woman out of the goodness of her heart, but more so out of her own self-righteous desire to weed out the weak-willed to ensure they would have some kind of chance at survival here. She did something similar with the painter, so perhaps this woman was no different. The girl waited silently as she stood before the doorway of the dream interpreter. Whether or not Yuuna wished to see anyone, it was not Misaki’s concern.

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Replacement | Closed Yuuna

Kazuma wandered around aimlessly, thinking of what he could do to replace his fallen client. He was counting on getting something out of the boy, but now he was dead! He was no good to Kazuma dead! What an inconvenience. Well, while he investigated, he could always see if any of these other worthless idiots could be his new client...

Ugh, this is hopeless.

Or that’s what Kazuma thought... until he saw that poor tearful girl. A girl he hadn’t had the chance to speak to. A girl who undoubtably had that star potential that the producer sought after tirelessly. His prayers had been answered.

Kazuma silently approached the girl, who was obviously in morning... As if he cared. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and put on his most charming smile. Oh, happy day.

“My, my... Who’s this? Have we met before, dear girl?”

Fall into my trap, little girl.

“Ah, it must be hard knowing that our classmate met such a terrible end... I’m sure you don’t feel like meeting someone new! But please, if you need someone to comfort you, I am available~.”

Yes, offer a helping hand and all of that garbage. If she was like everyone else, she would easily be trapped by your impeccable charm! He offered her a hand, his eyes inviting her into his metaphorical embrace. Fake friendship was beautiful, wasn’t it?

[shslkyudoka]

Investigation 01 ↣ Tension | Open

She thought it was strange, the moment she slid her window open and gazed out onto the empty city streets. The haze had dispersed; The countless, monotonous days of inhaling thick sludge-filled pollution had eerily fallen behind her, and Misaki felt the ebb of uncertainty and skepticism fill her chest with each inhale of clear air. The solution to the polluted air was only one of two, the later she had nearly convinced herself was impossible. Despite her fruitless attempts to satiate her conscious reasoning, Misaki knew why the air was so clean. They all knew. 

The loudspeakers only echoed with confirmation.

Her heals carried her swiftly down the hotel stairs, the warm sunlight blinding her as sh stepped out onto the city sidewalk. Though faint, Misaki could hear the distant sound of commotion rattling between the empty alleys and buildings lining the street. As her feet carried her hurriedly towards the source of the panic, the subway station, the air suddenly began to fill with screams of terror and disgust from below, mixed with the echo of Monobear’s laughter. In high alert, Misaki swiftly made her way towards the entrance of the subway, her kimono sleeves billowing gracefully with each step. At the top of the escalators, Misaki could see only what her unadjusted eyes would allow her.

It was only when she reached the bottom of the escalators did the reality suddenly set in. Tatsuya Mikami lay lifeless on the ground.

“...................”

Of all the people... To think that Tatsuya Mikami would be the one she saw laying dead on the ground before her. For just a moment, time seemed relative to only herself, but there was no time for shock. Misaki felt her muscle tense at the realization that now walking amongst them, there was a killer. 

“Mikami, you fool...” she said quietly to herself. 

How cruel.... Misaki collected herself and walked towards Tatsuya’s body, kneeling beside him and sitting quietly on her heels. It seemed like she was not the first to observe the body. The way his lifeless eyes stared blankly back at her did not disgust or frighten her, but pained her. What an undignified way to die. Reaching a hand forward, Misaki placed her palm on his eyes and gently brought his eyelids down, closing his dead gaze. It was the only respects she would allow herself to give him, at least for now.

Scanning over the body, Misaki grimaced at the way his neck lay bent abruptly at an angle, the bruising apparent in the dim lighting of the subway station. Reaching forward with both hands, Misaki brought her fingers down to feel the bones in his neck, attempting to feel where the vertebrae may have snapped. The icy sensation of his deceased flesh made Misaki tense up; such a sensation would never feel natural to her. 

Standing again, Misaki began to retrace her steps up the escalators, her eyes careful to catch any minuscule details, particularly paying attention to each individual step and the hand railing. 

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02 ↣ Empty Quiver | Open

Heavy. 

It was the only word that came to mind when Misaki stepped out of the Hotel building and into the air outside. There was a thickness to the air, different from when the air filters pumped unclean toxins into the sky. Not even the warmth of the setting sun could stop the weight that fell on Misaki’s shoulders. Whether guilt or shame or apathy, it was uncertain; The archer did her best not to let the emotions that fermented in the pit of her stomach come across her facial features. She would not give those thoughts the satisfaction. One by one, the streetlights that lined the city streets began to flicker on, blanketing the streets in their fluorescent hue to replace the now fading sunlight. 

Before even stepping down the steps of the Hotel, Misaki noticed a street, unfamiliar to her at first on her right that suddenly became open. Was this their reward for obtaining the culprit during their last endeavor? What a cheap reward. With nothing but herself and her own curiosity to satisfy, Misaki made her way down the unassuming street. She past a variety of nondescript buildings, with only one seeming clearly accessible to her - a clinic. It felt mildly ironic that such a building would exist here, considering how the thing called Monokuma that was seemingly keeping them in line, was hellbent on having them kill one another. Ignoring the remaining buildings, Misaki stopped dead in front of a brightly lit and colorful building at the end of the street, her stomach souring greatly at the sight of it.

“This cannot be serious.”

Misaki felt the skin on the back of her neck crawl and scratch at her as irritation began to fill her subconscious. She instinctively reached behind her neck, her nails picking at the skin lightly as she physically relieved the sensation. How irritating. Turning sharply on her heel, Misaki did not anticipate colliding with another student who was heading towards the bustle of the establishment she held so much disdain for. The collision was enough to knock the archer off her feet and backwards onto the sidewalk.

“Are you blind!” she snapped. “Pay more attention to where you walk.”

[shslkyudoka]

Motive 01 ↣ Thin Air | Open

The buzz of her mobile in her pocket, at first, sent a sensation of hope through her as she believed for a moment that salvation was at hand for her and her wayward class of fifteen, but disappointment would have it that it was only the annoying stuffed animal once again. Ridiculous. With reluctant, but obedient haste, Misaki made her way back towards the Mellow Moon Hotel where she had found herself from the beginning. The rest of her class had also gathered there by the time she arrived.

Standing off to the side of the lobby, Misaki absently listened to the shrill voice of Monomi dribble on about friendship and bonding. She was just about ready to leave on her own when a sudden change in tone and atmosphere filled the lobby. A second talking stuffed animal, this time, a bear, made its appearance, sending the pink rabbit into the air with an impressive uppercut to the face. When the surprise of the other creature subsided, Misaki felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time creep up the back of her kimono. 

Dread. An impending sense of dread filled her body.

The bear who now spoke in Monomi’s face, who called himself Monobear, began to speak - and unlike the messages of friendship and peace that Monomi had been preaching, Monobear was far, far different. It was chilling - the glint in his reflective eye, his tone of voice, even his echoing laugh - something about the bear made Misaki’s hair stand on end. Under most circumstances, she wouldn’t believe such far-fetched claims, but something about the bear’s tone made her feel a sense of truth in his words. Something inside her told Misaki that this bear, was not lying. What the bear said next only reinforced the feeling growing in the pit of Misaki’s stomach.

“The only way any of you are going to get out is by killing one of your classmates!”

“So this was the reason all along, wasn’t it.” she asked rhetorically.

Suddenly, everything that Misaki had built in the last few hours came crashing down on her shoulders, figuratively weighing the archer down with crushing disappointment. How could she have been so foolish? To think that she believed that there was nothing sinister festering beneath the surface of this situation, but Misaki did not think that the circumstances would be this devious. Misaki clenched her fists and grit her teeth behind her pursed lips, staring dangerously at the bear taking the seat of Monomi at the front desk. 

Questions came popping through her mind like fireworks. What did Monobear mean when he said the world was in chaos? It was not possible. It could not be possible. She held herself from storming towards the bear and ringing his plush neck with her bare hands. So the bear was threatening them with death if they themselves did not initiate first blood. Disgusting. All these thoughts has filled her mind as her body instinctively carried her out of the thick air of the Hotel and instead brought her towards the cafe.

Fists clenched tightly and resting on the counter, Misaki silently punished herself for allowing herself to become so naively comfortable. How could she be such a fool! Suddenly the sharp eyes of the kyudoka shot towards the doorway of the cafe as the bell chimed, her gaze like daggers firing at lighting speeds. Company was the last thing she desired. Misaki was more controlled and disciplined than anyone here - but the threat of death did not rest in her abilities to control herself, but on the abilities of her company, and she held little confidence in them.

“I have no business with you.” she said coldly. “What do you require?”

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01 ↣ First Arrow | Open

She woke gradually, then all at once. Misaki shot up from where she found herself, a cold sweat kissing the back of her neck in a panic. The violent surge of a headache beat against her temples as she attempted to find her ground. What happened? The last thing she could remember was the hue of the morning sky, but everything after that, was black. Misaki groaned quietly to herself as she brought a hand to rest against her forward, applying some pressure to her forehead in a feeble attempt to quell the aching. Her eyes were diligent to catch any type of anomalies in the surroundings around her, in some attempt to determine where she was. Any sense of familiarity would benefit her, but the was little of it to find.

Forcing herself onto her feet, and using the adjacent wall to keep herself stable, Misaki took one moment to examine herself as best she could. Nothing felt painful, nothing felt strained, except perhaps for the headache that consumed her, but besides that, nothing else seemed out of place - even her kimono was still finely pressed to a sharp seam. 

Out of instinct, Misaki reached into her pocket for her mobile, thankful at the sight of its remaining power, but irritated at its lack of signal. The cryptic and unlisted message on the display, likewise, cautiously intrigued her. Her heeled boots gently click-click-clicked down each step of the stairwell, until she found herself in the open lobby of some sort of hotel, being greeted by some stuffed animal. She felt a nerve in her cheek twitch in irritation.

Hope’s Peak Academy was known for its eccentricities, but wasn’t this going a little far for new class initiates? A stuffed animal, as a teacher?

“Ridiculous.”

The tension in her shoulders never left, but instead, dispersed. Smoothing the fabric of her sleeve, Misaki felt the presence of strangers fill the empty space of the lobby. A company of over a dozen unfamiliar faces, only united by their shared expressions of confusion, worry, and irritation. The air was beginning to sour, so the kyudoka silently slipped between the empty spaces of the crowd and headed towards the entrance of the building, stopping at the edge of the sidewalk before it. Eyes adjusted to the vacancy of the city streets before her; A chill unlike one she’s felt before began to rumble in the soles of her feet.

“I take that you, too, are in search of some sort of reason for exactly what has happened to us?”

Misaki did not turn to face the student that had come out of the hotel as she spoke to them, but simply glanced behind her to catch their gaze for a moment. Instincts aside, it seemed that whoever these strangers were, they were just as perplexed at their circumstances as she was.

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I haven't had a roster wait fuck me up this hard since DA2 goddamnnnn

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