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Who: Rantarou Amami & you!

What: Arrival & introduction

When: 05/19 and onwards

Where: Various locations

Warnings: Dangan Ronpa V3 spoilers in comments

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! )

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( 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. )

[ There is still no answer, not until he's well down the hall and can't ignore the fact that somebody is chasing after him— with purpose— and Hanako whips around to face him, knife raised. ]

Huh? Hm.

[ He seems to think to himself for a moment, and then lowers the knife with a smile, gesturing with it instead. ]

Hello! What do you want from me?

( hello? even chasing after him doesn't work? well, for a minute there. it's a relief when the boy actually does acknowledge him... kind of. less of a relief to see a knife raised at him, but then he's gesturing with it, and you know what. okay. sure. alright. )

Well, for one thing, I kind of want to know what you're doing with that knife.

( he'll just spit it out, he guesses. the water and food are already contaminated with human, knife boy. pretty sure we're good on corpses for the time being. )

Hunting!

[ He gives a laugh, offers no explanation, but turns back to stare down the hall at all the empty spaces— at what would be the imps if Amami could see them, little creatures doing what they're made to do, but sometimes they go too far, and he can't let accidents become anything more than just that. ]

Actually...

[ peering up at him ]

Wanna help? I could use someone like you.

( ooohhh, with that strange pause to stare at... what looks to be nothing, it clicks. amami understands. there's something wrong with this one. got it. "someone like him" clearly translates to "normal person" in this situation.

when hanako turns back to face him again, there's still a too-polite smile plastered across his face, just kind of blinking at the younger appearing boy. )

I mean, I guess it depends what you're hunting.

( you gonna explain yourself, knife boy? )

Imps!

[ What else would he be hunting? Pesky little supernaturals going too far in their pranks, and if he wants to catch them, he's going to need bait. ]

Can you see them? Maybe not. But all I need you to do is stand on the top of the stairs, maybe close your eyes...

Stand at the top of the stairs and close my eyes... So I'm bait, huh?

( yeah, that was a pretty easy conclusion to reach. at least the kid is upfront.

amami considers it for a moment, hands on his hips as he thinks it over. and, you know what? after the things he's heard, it isn't like it sounds that outlandish in comparison. he's not gonna buy into it like a sucker, but he'll at least give it a chance. stranger things have happened, and all. )

Well, you're right — I can't see them. But how about this: if you can prove they're there, I'll do it.

[ Hanako grins the confirmation that Amami is bait; it makes it easy when he doesn't have to spell it out for somebody, and there's no guilt when the other party readily agrees to it. But how to prove the imps exist? the easy way is to let Amami take his tumble down the stairs, but that's putting the cart before the horse. ]

Haha... You have no faith, don'tcha? I'm gonna need bait for the bait...

[ Where is Nene? He should have asked her to begin with. ]

Say there's no imps to begin with. If you stand on the stairs and close your eyes, nothing's gonna happen to you. So what are you so afraid of?

...

( amami just kind of... looks at him. )

The knife.

( he's afraid of the knife. bro... he came from a killing school life even before this, you want him to follow you over there, while you're holding a knife, close his eyes, and just trust in your sketchy ass for no reason? hanako really does think this man is a sucker! not amami, though, not today; while he can't say he's suspicious of this kid, necessarily... it's also kind of hard to like, reconcile him walking down the hall with a knife and then following it up with a request like this. his smile stays plastered on nonetheless. )

Sorry, I have a hard time trusting people who walk down school hallways with kitchen knives for "hunting," is all. Like I said, I'm willing to help you out if it's true, but I'm not going to do something like that otherwise.

[ looks down at the knife in his hands ]

[ carefully slides the knife back into his uniform ]

Knife? What knife?

( oh, it's a cute attempt. sketchy, but cute. a grin spreads across his features despite himself. )

So you can't think of a way, huh?

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