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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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( he notices komaeda putting distance between them. it would be hard not to, really, but the message comes across loud and clear as far as amami is concerned. actually, a likely unintentional one too — he can't help but take a quick look around him out of paranoia thanks to the fact. what, is this some kind of trap? the floor seems sturdy enough, and the tiles of the ceiling above him seem to be in place, so it should be fine but... either way, it pulls a grimace from him. he's able to set aside the matter for now though; there's something far more important for him to focus on. )

Yeah, I can tell — looks pretty old, and unless you're really going out of your way, paper is pretty quick to go.

( from the state this place is in? he's surprised that even this much is legible. either way, amami is reading what he can make out of the lines over and over again: committing them to memory. after a few moments, he'll spare a glance back to komaeda. )

Do you know what parts are missing?

( komaeda could say no, but since an ultimate is speaking to him, he pulls out the note in his hand that has a bit more text than what the other has seen. there's still a few spots missing, but it's easier to make out what one or two of the sentence might be. he doesn't hand it over, though, instead he reads it himself before looking to the other. moving back over, he looks at how much has disappeared over the course of time, and it's not that bad — some can still be read, one being about the halls, and maybe the group of students. )

Silence is enforced in the library until something's complete. Do not let it hear you...

( that's pretty obvious, anyone could read from that amount of text that's disappeared. komaeda has more to add in from the top though, which he points out as well. )

The woods are off limits to all students.

( they have woods close by, and that's something maya has told him about, but her response was there was nothing wrong with them. that people could go back and forth through them as they please. that may be true now, but komaeda has his reservations on what the truth is anymore considering the type of place they're in. real water here, but everything about them burned to a crisp, the blood water there, and the school perfectly normal. )

Isn't it strange how different the rules are, and these only exist here, for now...

...

( silence... it? like the clown bitch? okay but amami's mind really is turning, listening to komaeda read off the rules — all he can think about is the sense of mounting dread that gathered into a pit in his stomach when he tried to speak there, the way that, no matter how he tried, not a sound would come out. he hadn't understood it initially, accepting it as a simple fact of the place after otherwise learning about it, but with this... he can't help but be more curious. )

Even if we can only find the copy here, clearly at least one of those rules sticks around in the other building.

( it's hard to express his thoughts more precisely than that; everything else becomes a confused tangle that he has yet to sort out. there are a lot of missing pieces in this puzzle, and it's hard to know where each of the ones they do have access to begin to connect. mirrors, the library, the sealed entrances, the ruined building and (suspiciously) clean water in it... the only conclusion amami can reach for certain, is that this place must be important to understanding where they are. after a pause, he'll glance back to komaeda. )

Anyway, if you have it written down, do you mind letting me write a copy too? When we get back.

( he didn't have the forethought to bring a notebook with him. )

( what he's learning is that this one has a lot going on, searching into things that he shouldn't, and must be trying to find a way to connect the dots. it's admirable, considering komaeda's never seen him before, but that doesn't stop him from learning about his surroundings. that sort of hope depending on what he got here is noticeable, rather bright if komaeda can so so himself, and he can. he's too attuned to hope, despair and talent that he sees more of the former than it's insignificant twin. in response, the curiosity in komaeda's eyes switch into this pure adoration, simple as it is. ultimates are beings that can't fail him, couldn't if they tried — their hope is enough to overweigh anything else, as long as they're a beacon to the world. )

If that's what you want I'll be happy to pass it along to you.

( then he's ready to put the note back into his pocket, in his left with a light little pat, and that's more than enough emphasis of where it is. raising his arms, he crosses them in front of his chest before placing distance between him and the other again. )

Aside from that... that's all I've been able to find.

( there's the thing about the wind outside of the school, but he's unable to equate that to what's going on here, so he decides not to mention it. without knowing how much the other knows, komaeda isn't going to ramble about every odd thing that's happened here, so he's better off biding his time when his fellow ultimate is confused. his eyes finally meet with the others, staring at the other as he waits for his response. )

Thanks, I appreciate it.

( and he means it! look at that, they're working together and everything, amami's genuinely a bit relieved. maybe he's becoming too used to being a sketchy guy or something, but having someone who's willing to help him out actually does feel like... it counts for a bit to him, y'know? buteven if that look is a little bit much, he offers up a smile anyway, stepping away from the ruleset for the time being. )

It's a good place to start though. Even if we can't find anything else, it's better than having nothing at all.

( like, now they know that something lives in the library! absolutely horrifying, thanks, but better than thinking the place is safe. which he wouldn't anyway, because: )

Speaking of the library, that's where I woke up. You should remember, right — with the... ( grimaces ) jar.

( think they're related? )

Yeah... The fingernails.

( staring at his palm, his flips his hand to the side to stare at the one that's still healing. it was an accident at the start of the school when he met with ishimaru, but it's odd that it would appear like that. to think that a jar like that just happens to exist by no rhyme or reason, but komaeda already figured out this school is different. it's not normal, hell, look at where they are now. )

That was the first time I ever seen it there... I wonder...

( if that just happened to be be there because it was coded in, just like everything else when a person is put into a simulation. he doesn't make a point of it yet, but he does allow his hand to drop down by his side once again, looking towards the other as his thumb brushes against his nails, and then across the one that's still healing. it's not as sensitive so it doesn't hurt to touch, but it is a reminder that whatever is taking their nails truly live in the library. )

Unless... I got it all wrong, and that was your personal jar.

Um, no.

( not really sure what else to say to that. it's not his jar. he doesn't want it to be his jar. this entire jar incident is just something that he'd like to put out of his mind, if it weren't for the fact that... well, it's exactly because it isn't his that he figures he should probably keep it in mind. )

But I guess that alone is enough for us to keep it in mind.

( the things that don't make sense are the things that they should be investigating, or something. )

I wonder...

( if it doesn't belong to him, then that means it just happened to appear out of the blue. tapping his chin, he looks towards amami curiously while trying to find something in his eyes, maybe a sign that he's lying. though in those eyes, komaeda can only find himself looking longingly, and then he stops by looking away. lifting one hand, he stares into the center as he follows the lifelines that spreads here and there. )

Can I ask your opinion...? A talented Ultimate like yourself would have something worthwhile to say.

I'd like to think there's more to my opinion than a talent I can't remember.

( really, legitimately, he's unsure how this guy even knows he has a talent in the first place; it isn't as if he's gone and told anybody of the fact. why would he, when he can't even follow it up with what it is? all he's done is confirm that, well, he probably does have one, and based on that alone... being treated so differently over it is kind of jarring.

anyway, amami returns his attention to him, and... this guy really likes to look at his hand, huh. )

If you still want to hear it though, I don't see why not. What's up?

You don't...?

( alarming, familiar, and komaeda pauses as he stares at him instead of his palm. his attention is focused more on the fact of what he knows than bringing up something that could lead them further into what they don't know. he sighs softly, and the expression is wears is filled with doubt. there's no way, he's unable to believe it. )

You feel just like a...

( he doesn't remember? the importance of a talent is how their hope is ranked, and his is probably a pretty strong one, but he doesn't remember? komaeda's caught off guard as he takes a step away, putting more distance between them.

this has happened once to him, but the things that happened later made up for it, but the same trope can't be used twice? right? ) An unusual character... ah, what am I saying... You have a talent regardless...

I mean, I guess I might? Probably. But I dunno, I don't think I really compare to some of the other Ultimates. I've been wondering if maybe it was just a mistake or something.

( you sorta have to be at least a little bit insane to have a talent, right? as far as amami's concerned, his own insanity kind of goes right over his head, so of course he has some trouble believing that he belongs after meeting some of the other ultimates.

he doesn't mind the doubt that crosses the other's expression, something almost resembling disappointment; he supposes he can add on just a little bit more though. )

Not that I don't want to have one — like, what if it's something cool, y'know?

Mmm... don't give up, I can tell you're a talented individual.

( being able to feel hope, despair and talent probably comes at a price, but he's always been able to differentiate when speaking to someone, or just being close by. that's how he was able to find amami in the first place when he was located in the library. ah, but this isn't his sad story, it's more the other's for not being able to remember his. )

Besides, you could have used it now! Maybe... Ultimate Stalker!

( because he did kind of follow komaeda around until he got to the school rules, he was pretty good at that, but komaeda had a feeling some talented individual was after him. ) There's also Ultimate Optimism, but... ( maybe that's for a more excitable person, not like amami isn't, but they usual have more energy. )

Ultimate Stalker sounds better!

I'm not sure I'd want to be the Ultimate Stalker. I mean, who would I even stalk? And why?

( also, it's not cool. he wants something interesting, something that feels like it suits who he is, and something that... doesn't make him sound like a grade-A creep, to be honest. being an optimist is a huge step up, but at the same time? )

Optimism sounds off too. I try to put in an effort, but in the end, I'd consider myself more of a realist, y'know?

( he shakes his head, looking tired. )

Honestly, it's not like I haven't tried to figure it out. It's just, no matter how much I do, I can't remember anything about it.

You stalked me, how else did you follow me so efficiently?

( like he thought before, he knew, but you know, someone could have made their person known before stumbling up on him! even though komaeda spoke first. )

Yeah, I thought so too. You lack the energy, but it might be interesting.

( like someone else's, but there's no time thinking about them right now — he wouldn't want to delay their goal any more than komaeda already has. ) Ultimate Amnesiac sounds pretty on brand too, but... perhaps this school will help you remember.

( for once, it seems like komaeda is putting his lower worth aside as he pats the other on his shoulder reassuringly, and then down that same arm drops back by his side. )

Well maybe if you weren't walking so fast, I could have called out to you earlier...

( this isn't his fault, hello? the pat on his shoulder feels kind of... condescending, or maybe the word is factitious? either way, amami's not really a fan, and he kind of makes a face. )

I don't think that's a real talent, but... yeah. Maybe it just needs time.

( not like he got a lot of it before he ended up here, depressing as the thought is. )

( he sighs, looking off to the side as if that reason is enough to blame him. from what he can tell, the other is pretty healthy, unlike komaeda who has a pale complexion, a sickly appearance —

how was komaeda walking fast? )

The jar of fingernails, where are you keeping them?

( he switches the conversation, not because he doesn't want to talk about their previous topic, but because he has a habit of moving things here and there. swapping the conversation when he feels like it without a care for whatever someone was talking about, and it's not like the other wants to talk about his ultimate stalker talent. )

( he had a head start, okay! and with the shadow crowds and the fact that he just kept going, yeah, it took amami a minute!

anyway, the topic switch is kind of a relief for amami. even if... the new one isn't so appealing either. )

My locker, why?

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