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[sisters]

Who: Rantarou Amami & you!
What: Arrival & introduction
When: 05/19 and onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: Dangan Ronpa V3 spoilers in comments

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a) travels
•　open — 05/19, 2nd floor, right wing

( it takes little time for him to figure out the idea — that he can't leave. what's really strange about it is that... others can? there's a distinct lack of physical barriers preventing him, but even so, it's as if the world itself is engineered to trap him here. it is... something that he makes note of, but after some time spent checking his options, it's also something he sincerely doubts will be easily solved. more importantly, what he notices is that there are some students who just... don't go home. as if they aren't concerned with even trying to leave, even as the building begins to empty out for the evening.

so it's them he decides to focus on, and the next person to pass him in the hallway is his first victim. with a wave to draw their attention, amami offers a smile. at the same time, his mind turns, trying to figure out how best to phrase this so he doesn't seem like he's crazy if he's wrong. lets see... first off: )

Sorry, but do you have a minute?

b) find my way
•　open — 05/19, 1st floor, bulletin board

( another thing he finds to be of note as he wanders through the halls is the bulletin board. the rules, for one, are beyond bizarre — that's a puzzle that he's going to pocket for the time being. what he's really interested in right now is the class assignments. it takes him a few minutes, peering through the names recorded on the sheet, but it does strike him that not all of the names are unfamiliar. a few stand out: kaede akamatsu, shuichi saihara, kokichi ouma... if it's true... well, at least one of those names is someone that amami has reason to consider may be trustworthy in a situation like this.

option one:
this time, victim number two is anybody who happens to be near the front hall. turning to glance at them, he gestures to the sheet. )

Hey, you wouldn't happen to know Kaede Akamatsu, would you?

option two:
( or maybe your name is one of those he'd recognize in the first place. in that case, when he turns, instead of an amicable smile, you're treated with a momentary expression of wide-eyed surprise. )

What a coincidence, I didn't think I'd see you here.

c) wildcard
•　open — anywhere, any time

( have an idea? feel free to throw anything else my way, or if you're unsure, you can hit me up via pm or at kagehira! )

Comments

clamor — 05/19, library

[sisters]

( it's a groggy feeling, like waking up from a nap you never intended to take. amami's slow to blink his eyes open and, when he does, he's not at all where he last remembered being. or, well, maybe he is — the rows of bookshelves, at least, are consistent with where his memories leave off. it's just, they're different shelves, with different books, and he doesn't remember taking a seat at any point. there's a grimace, and he runs his fingers through his hair to smooth it out as he finally sits up and notices... a jar? he was holding a jar? a blink, then two, and then it hits him — are those fingernails?

ew.

though he recoils somewhat instinctively, he doesn't like, drop it or push it away or anything. instead, he's forced to acknowledge that there seems to be someone else nearby — searching shelves, passing by, or maybe settled at the table with him — and amami's thoughts race as his eyes meet the other man's. it takes him a few seconds but pointing at the jar, amami offers an uncertain, sheepish expression, opens his mouth, and: )

...

( ...huh? his lips are moving, but nothing seems to be coming out... )

[sunstead]

[He was only planning to pop in to swap out his book for the day... until he notices someone asleep at one of the tables. Which is, in itself, not that strange, since lots of people seem fine with napping in the library... but then there's the weird jar.

He may have been staring at the jar in silent horror, like "is that full of fingernails?? that can't be it, right??" up until Amami wakes up. At this point Clamor is gawking obviously, but what else is he supposed to do? Pretend he didn't see this kid's jar of fingernails? After only a brief moment of mutually awkward staring the kid seems to acknowledge the jar, though, and perhaps the fact that it is a very weird thing to be clinging to in your sleep, except whatever he's trying to say about it is lost to the silence of the library.

Clamor silently clears his throat, miming out a pen and paper in the air. Hopefully that's enough to communicate what he's doing, because he's going to grab something to write with from the front desk real quick. He returns a minute later, sitting down across from Amami.]

What's that for? [and also why, just in general]

rika — 05/19, classroom

[sisters]

( anyway, maybe the first campus he was trapped on was a little bit preferable in some aspects. having access to the outside and dorms being some of the perks that set it ahead. here? here? it doesn't take amami long to figure out that if he can't get out, and there's no beds or personal rooms in the building, well... finding a place to sleep is kind of difficult.

the problem is, he's way too cautious to just be sleeping out in the open after where he's come from — on the other hand, sleeping somewhere sequestered away also means that nobody would know if something were to happen to him. what he needs is something in-between, and so, peeking through the classrooms one by one, he's trying to find one that's occupied by somebody... less shady, at least. luckily, he does find what he's looking for: peering through the door he's just opened, the room is relatively empty, but to the side amami can see a girl with what looks to be a sleeping bag set up. give him a moment, and he'll stop to knock at the door before he speaks up, properly announcing his presence. )

Hey, do you mind if I come in?

[contrarily]

( sleeping in the survival club room is usually just fine — she feels safe around people she trusts, sans, of course, komaeda, and can force herself to close her eyes, as well as cling to one of them, should night terrors occur. she's been having more and more bad dreams lately — a direct consequence of the witnessed murder, for sure — and sleeping alone has been... tough. and though today she'd moved to an empty classroom because someone couldn't stop being weird and climbing walls, she kind of regrets it now that the silence and darkness set over it.

is it safe here? probably not. can she even close her eyes? honestly, she kinda doubts it, at this point — )

... ? ( it's not a familiar voice, but it's not one she feels particularly alarmed by, either. a little smooth, it obviously belongs to a boy — and when she peeks up, it's not someone she's ever seen before.

a new face, maybe? should she give him her condolences? )

Hmmm... ~ Hmmm... wanting to sleep in an empty classroom with a cute girl... doesn't that make you a shady character?! ( no, of course she has to BULLY him first, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction, seated on top of her sleeping bag. ) Before you come in, you gotta state your intentions clearly!!

kaede — 05/20, classroom 3-A

[sisters]

( so one way or another, amami's confirmed that she's here — along with two others, mind you, but lets be honest: kaede's the real stand-out in this case. and besides that, he's pretty lucky; that class listing means that he doesn't have to take any time at all searching for her. instead, the next day after he "wakes up," he'll just... drop by class 3-A.

it's right next door, so once lunch time hits, he just strolls on over, leaning in the doorway as he scopes out the room. a few of the other students pass him by, but he's got his eyes locked on kaede. if she happens to glance over, he'll offer up a smile in her direction. if not? well, he guesses he can call over one of the other students in the class to get her attention for him. either way, he looks pretty relieved when he does manage to catch her attention, waving her over. )

ndrv3 spoilers

[spiritoso]

[ She isn't doing much during lunch, so she quickly notices someone not in her class peeking in. Someone with green hair.

Someone who looks just like Rantarou Amami.

He waves her over, but Kaede freezes at her desk. It's like all the strength has left her body, and a heavy ball of guilt settles in her stomach. Kaede feels like she's seen a ghost, only this is much worse. He's not a ghost, he's very much real and here because she is too. Her reaction is one that he probably doesn't expect, but she can't act normal.

She doesn't deserve to act like nothing is wrong around him when she's the reason he's dead in the first place. ]

b2 (v3 spoilers)

[trialbyliar]

[It's the hair color that snags his attention. That distinct avocado green that he's only seen on one person before. Kokichi pauses behind the stranger for just a moment, and then they're turning to face him and–

Oh. Not a stranger.

There's just the briefest moment in which Kokichi's expression remains unreadable as he processes. It's not quite a shock – he's here, after all, and he saw Kaede too, clearly it was possible – but something about Rantaro's being right there in the flesh still catches him just a bit off guard. Maybe it's just that his absence was a fact far longer than his presence was. He was a walking treasure chest of important information dumped overboard before it could be touched, long since lost.

That blank stare quickly vanishes, however, as Kokichi adopts a shocked expression.]

Amami-chan?!

[Gasp. What a surprise! He gives it just a moment of apparent stunned surprise before he's diving to tackle the taller boy with a hug around the waist, fake(?) tears already flowing.]

[sisters]

Ah — Ouma-kun?

( so it's that bad, huh?

he can't help it — that's the first thought that runs through his mind when the other boy's arms wrap around his waist. that initial expression, processing the situation, that wasn't so surprising. the hug that followed, though? even if ouma seems the type who pays little mind to relationship boundaries, the delivery feels a bit much, doesn't it? and considering the instant nature of his own circumstances, the smooth segue between one library and the next — awareness of the full context is out of the question. but even with ouma's fickle nature considered, it's still generally seemed in response to the circumstances. assuming that he has a reason this time as well, the cause would probably originate from this place — that's the conclusion amami reaches.

it's not as if they're particularly close, right? so it couldn't be anything to do with him.

even so, it's not like he can just stand there and do nothing when he's on the receiving end of such an act either. his brows knit together, but there's an apologetic smile on his lips, and he'll tentatively return the hug he's been caught in. )

Hey, hey, whoa... It's okay, did something happen?

a !

[mermaidcursed]

( oh- has he been here before? it's not quite a face nene recognizes, though she supposes it's a fairly large school and that's to be expected. but she's pretty sure she'd notice green hair after school- only senku and her have that after all! )

Sure. What do you need?

!!!

[sisters]

Thanks. I was just in the kitchen and it smells like someone left their bread in the toaster for way too long, y'know? And when I tried to open the window to air it out, it was pretty stuck.

( that's about the excuse he's prepared. what he really wants is to test if she's capable of doing what he can't. she might not look very strong, sure, but given the nature of the doors... he doubts strength has much to do with his problem. )

Could you give me a hand? With two people, it should be easy work getting it open.

A

[closewithnewintown]

[wandering the halls, tossing a hoop up and down. she doesn't seem to be going anywhere fast.]

Hm? Sure! What's up?

!!

[sisters]

( oh, she's pretty small for a high school, and kids do tend to be a bit more open-minded than adults (or almost-adults). he can probably forgo the excuse this time. )

I was just wondering, do you find that any of the doors here get stuck easily? I'm having some trouble with them.

a!

[moraloutrage]

[There's one serious-looking boy walking the halls. Standing as upright as possible, he almost looks like he's patrolling the hallways. He does casually observe the students leaving for the day, but as he turns to head back down the hallway, he finds himself accosted by a stranger.]

It is no problem. I happen to have several minutes at my disposal! [He remarks affirmatively, while looking the other boy over. Now this doesn't seem to be a student he's seen before!} Now what do you wish to discuss?

!!!

[sisters]

( oh man, jeez, serious-looking is right. honestly, being near him like this, even if he doesn't exactly slouch, amami still feels kind of like he should stand up straighter or something. at the same time... it's kind of stiff looking, so maybe he'll pass on that for now. instead, he offers up an appreciative smile in return for the... rather straightforward answer he's given. )

Oh, it's less a discussion and more of a favour. I can't get the window open, see, so I was looking for some help. Do you mind lending me a hand?

b time! >:3c

[wolfetracks]

( it's always a little sad to hear people ask about names- he remembers the disappointment when he had first tried searching for diona, and a few of the kids asking around for friends who went missing in the middle of the week. with a soft sigh and a glance at the list of students sidney looks, just in case- ah.

then it wasn't what he had feared. still, sidney shakes his head. )

I'm afraid not. But if she's on the list here, then she'll be around at some point.

he'll yeah !

[sisters]

Hm... Doesn't seem like that's a good thing, does it.

( this guy looking all sullen and sighing before he even looks to the list, and then shaking his head in such a way when he does — listen, it isn't as if amami wished her here, but if she's going to be anyway... of course he's going to investigate! anyway, that's not entirely the confirmation he was looking for. give him a minute, glancing back to the list and then to the other man again, and: )

How about Shuichi Saihara... or Kokichi Ouma?

A !

[carpevinum]

[Lucifer, frankly, looks like he's too old to be in high school anyway. Those grey tips in his hair and the bags under his eyes easily give that away, that or it's just Lucifer hasn't slept in the last three hundred years (it might be true at this point). In any case, he's one of the more out-of-place "students" here. He's amazed no one has called him out for "getting held back for the last forty years" or something.

So when he's walked up to by someone who looks like they belong in a high school? Lucifer's gut reaction is both to mentally wonder if this student is stuck here too and needs help, or if there's someone finally about to question how the hell a man like him is enrolled here.]

Yes, of course. Do you need something?

i lied in the post we're on the 3rd floor now for Variety

[sisters]

You're a teacher, right? I'm glad you're still here.

( as a transfer student, he gets a free pass on not recognizing them. that's... what he's assuming. anyway, clearly that will give his ass away immediately, but it's fine. amami's carrying on without waiting for a confirmation, gesturing down the hall to an old man who has no place being in a high school unless! )

I actually forgot something in the science lab earlier, but it looks like they've already locked the door. Do you think you could open it back up for me?

komaeda — 05/21, dark yogen

[sisters]

( anyway, shout out to nene for the tip. if there's anywhere that you can visit to find out the truth of the place you're at, it's certainly the underbelly you'll find there. there might not really be one of those in a high school, not in the traditional sense, but he'd like to think that this would probably make for an appropriate comparison; a "secret", dangerous location that few would willingly venture into. oh, but of course amami doesn't hesitate to do so. never has, when it comes to seeking out what he's looking for. the mode of travel is new: an x-acto knife temporarily borrowed from the art club room, just for the time being, that he draws across his palm with just enough strength that the blood begins to well up into droplets. and so, that's how he finds himself in the parallel school.

with a glance around, he kinda gets why nene doesn't like it here, honestly.

but it's not like he's never trawled through abandoned structures before, so he'll get to work in his snooping. desks, cupboards, drawers, under mats and behind peeling wallpaper — amami's searching all of it. actually, he's gotten a good chunk of what remains in the faculty office off when he notices movement in the corner of his eye. whipping his head around to look, he turns just in time to see a green hoodie disappear down the hall. and, well, he's not about to just ignore it. forgetting all about the peeling wallpaper, he follows after the one he just saw with hurried steps. )

[commences]

( he doesn't move that fast because of his poor health, and komaeda's mostly someone who takes everything stride along with his way of life. bad things invite good things, and so being here yet again must have some of thrilling installment for him. he didn't cut himself, so he has a feeling someone around had done so — so he's aware he's not the only one here. between the shadow figures that go to and fro, he ignores them all for the same of checking if anything has changed around him. unfortunately, it's nothing.

as he makes his way through the disaster this world, he makes sure to avoid any of the holes in the floor that's been caused by his previous adventures — the other should be wary too, even with hurried steps, the floor creaks under his feet. while he hears someone behind him, komaeda doesn't turn around to wait as he finally makes it to the school rules within the hall, and his fingers are peeling up a few pieces of papers to check something. as always, it's deteriorating slowly, but still legible to the human eye, especially if someone squints.

with a hand settled in his pocket, he begins to pull out a sheet of paper that's already covered in his handwriting, and everything matches the same as last time. with a tap of his foot, he returns his hand from the list to his chin, cupping it in thought as he appears thoughtful, curious about what it could all mean. he thought that maybe someone would come through and fill in the parts he's missing, but he finds that this is probably a clue towards speaking with someone else.

talking about speaking, he looks towards the other who's finally caught up with him. )

Hah... Sorry, I know it must be really disappointing having run into me.

W i l d c a r d .

[moderating]

[ Currently Nanami is sitting on top of a desk, with her eyes down at the black cat seemingly walking circles around the girl. She wasn't exactly scared persee of it, more so alarmed by the fact it was following her around and potentially attempting to be menacing to her. She didn't wanna touch it, but it wanted to touch her. The door opens and she catches eyes with Amiami who had just walked in. ​]

Oh, can you help me?

[ She's still on the table, with her knees pressed upon the surface. The cat looks at him and then up at Nanami again... Shoo it away. ]

he'll yeah

[sisters]

( oh please shut up with that specific wording. that's adorable, tf. shame amami can't see how cute this girl's internal monologue is. though, when he peers into what he had thought would be an empty classroom, the situation... still looks kinda cute from the outside, too. his eyes flicker between the girl and the cat, and when he's asked for help, who is he to say no? )

Um, sure — I can help. Not good with cats, huh?

( luckily, amami is! or so he figures, anyway. stepping inside, he's gonna take some slow steps over, leaning down as he approaches to reach out and rub his thumb and index finger together. cat admittedly does not seem to like it, or care, but his voice is even and calm, and he'll slow down even more as he draws closer to it. )

Hey, c'mere... I'm not gonna hurt ya...

a

[hanaban]

[ Hanako... walks right past him...

Not in any intentionally mean spirited way, or with an excuse of being wholly absorbed in something that's captured all his attention, but in the way a ghost boy might who isn't used to people seeing and interacting with him and he isn't used to them in return.

A ghost boy walking down the hall with a kitchen knife at his side. ]

love it thanks

[sisters]

( hm. well if he doesn't want to help, that'd be fine on its own, y'know? amami gets it, not everyone's the teamwork type, and he guesses not everyone's the "respond to at least say no" type either. the catch comes when he glances after the boy and... sees... the knife.

a beat passes. )

Hey, wait up a minute, would you!

( even with very limited knowledge of this place so far? he don't trust like that, so he's following after the boy with hurried steps. )

B1

[futurebullets]

[Hinata's eyes go wide at the name. This isn't someone he's seen around before, but... Well, he must be a transfer student if he knows her, right?]

Oh, you know Akamatsu too? She just arrived here earlier in the month.

[He doesn't say how just yet, because the void... That's a bit much for anybody to hear right away, isn't it?]

running at u fast

[sisters]

Earlier?

( huh? he kind of... blinks at hajime for a minute, though there's still a smile on his face. don't mind him; he'll need a minute to understand these jamjar canon-point mechanics. more important than that is the fact that she's here at all! )

But yeah. Blonde, cheerful, likes to play piano, right? She's a friend of mine.

( or, well... he'd like to think they are. )

shuichi — 05/20, classroom 2-C

[sisters]

( saihara's turn is after class.

the talk with kaede was probably enough for one lunch hour, after all, and it definitely brought up some more questions about what happened after the library. with that in mind, there's one more "classmate" that amami has yet to meet with, so once the last class of the day comes to an end, saihara will notice a familiar face by the doorway of his classroom. or maybe on his way down the hallway making his way over to it, if he's really that fast to the door himself. )

[unsurely]

[ shhh it's fine, he's not... it's more the other students who filter out first to be honest, so amami may even get to poke his head in and watch saihara in the process of stuffing things from last class into his desk, like his notes and the textbook and pens and-- either way, he spots the familiar face in the doorway and stops with a flinch. ]

...

[ he's silent for a second, nothing too long but it's difficult to mask that he almost thinks the other might vanish in a puff of smoke. but he does stand up from his seat after that, a little less surprised than he could be by the looks of it. ]

A-Amami-kun...? ...I thought so. When Akamatsu-san appeared, I wondered--

[ if they'd see him too. ]

rika, kaede — 05/26, 1st floor

[sisters]

( and so, here they are, wandering through the halls at eleven at night. naturally, amami wasn't about to pass up the offer of a sleeping bag, so joining rika's club didn't seem like such a bad deal in that regard. figuring out that it's already infested with others from his class? it's kinda worked out for him. so in any case, all of that is just to say that it's not unusual for these two to be hanging out overnight since their first meeting. tonight's no different — though, this time, he's being dragged (well, that's not fair, he's following along willingly) to the vending machines all the way on the first floor.

rika's hungry, and as far as amami's concerned, this place isn't "safe" by any stretch of the imagination; he's hardly going to leave her to wander around alone at night. so here he is, hanging out and watching as rika picks out her snack for the evening so they can go back upstairs. )

[contrarily]

( amami seems like a nice guy, and she'd taken a liking to him pretty quickly — so hanging out around him became natural, especially when he'd joined the survival club and started sleeping in the same room as the rest of them. she's a pretty nocturnal person, though; the school can be a little creepy at night, but the silence and lack of prying eyes is nice.

but, well, she's not going to say no to company on her midnight snack trips — especially when amami's Big Brother mode kicks in and he's clearly worried about letting her go alone. so, here they are — she picks up some melon bread from the vending machine and trudges back to him, nibbling on it while grabbing his hand with her free one.

do not separate them!! )

You good, Ran-tan? Don't want anything?