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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

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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

[sunstead]

[There is a tiny sigh of relief at "it's not mine"... though it still doesn't explain why he has it. Clamor does glance into the jar again, though, as if somehow he might be able to tell if any are his just by looking.]

Not exactly.

[... and he looks back to Amami, trying to recall if he's seen the boy with the other transfers before. He doesn't share much resemblance to the other students, so it's possible... he taps the pen on the page a few times before finishing his message and turning it back around.]

Are you new here?

[commences]

( we know how komaeda works, it doesn't take him long to pick up the presence of an ultimate close by, and when that feeling wafts off from the library when he passes by. he stops, looking inside wondering who it could be — it leaves behind that itch in his heart, and even with a hand raising up to scratch at the area, it never really leaves. walking inside the library, he leads with instinct as he glances around to find where the presence grows strong, and it doesn't take him long to find clamor sliding a sheet of paper to someone, back and forth.

walking up, he slams his hands down on the table — no sound, but it does shake, causing the jar beside them to wobble as he focuses on the unknown person before him — i'm sorry clamor, he's ignoring you for now, but once komaeda gets over the fact that's an ultimate right there, they'll be fine. there's this sparkle in his eyes as he stares at the other, but the weight put on the table is not the best.

perhaps it's because of komaeda's existence, but the legs begin to wobble until they crack (sucks it can't be heard), the legs of the table falling down towards clamor and komaeda's end, and the stranger's side shooting up. the jar goes flying up from the force, hovering in the air like it's straight out of a comedy, until it starts to come back down — fast. it's between clamor and his newly acquired friend to catch it, because komaeda's like an excited dog who can't keep his eyes off talent.

oh, shiny, shiny talent! )

thanks ami needed some more chaos on his first day

[sisters]

something like that
ca

( amami, meanwhile, is totally oblivious to the impending chaos that is closing in on them. writing out his own reply on the sheet of paper, he actually only gets about half-way through it before... well, yeah. this guy's hands hit the table, and amami's so startled by the impact that his own stop writing. there's a look towards komaeda, and then towards clamor — it's rather sheepish, as if to ask, "is this a friend of yours?" but he doesn't even really get the chance to linger on that as the table... gives out? rights underneath them!?

so here they are, jar flying through the air and table crashing down in the other two's direction. pretty sure if it's amami's end of the table that went up, the jar actually went flying in their direction. he's not really attached to it, so to speak, and the worst-case-scenario is only some fingernails on the ground, so... he's just kind of going to watch in hesitant awe as the thing shoots off. good luck, clamor. )

crying

[sunstead]

[The lack of sound means he doesn't notice Komaeda either until he... Komaedas. Clamor jumps back in surprise when the table collapses, then he sees the jar flying—

Unlike Amami, he would prefer not to have gross fingernails scattered all over the library, thanks. He dives to catch the jar, just barely managing to catch it before it smashes on the floor and makes a mess... this is definitely not how he expected his day to go, wow.

After a moment to catch his breath he stands back up, eyeing Komaeda suspiciously before looking back at Amami. He holds up his free hand defensively while making a sour face—which could probably be interpreted as I don't know this guy but would be more accurately described as I want nothing to do with this freak.]

[commences]

( he looks towards clamor, watching how nimble he is in capturing the jar before it crashes, and komaeda applauds him. he didn't expect it, but there's no way he can ignore such a triumphal feat, yes, continue to show off in front of an ultimate like the jester he is. noticing the expression clamor makes with his hand, komaeda mimics it with two of his own as if he's done no wrong —

this is also a sign of his innocence. he does it only for so long until he places his attention back on him, but he's being good for now, making sure to stay in place. while he could fall to his knees on the table and crawl towards him, he figures that would be a bit too much — he hasn't gained that approval from him yet. instead, he drops his normal hand down by his side, and with his prosthetic will he wave at amami.

he knows his manners, after waving for a little too long, he finally does so at clamor, but it's about one to half-of-two waves before dropping that one down to his side as well. )

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( okay, well, clamor's fingernails, clamor's problem. it's a nice dive though — amami almost wants to clap himself. he won't, isn't that rude for someone who just sat there and watched the chaos unfold, so instead he'll... take the opportunity to get up. you know, make his way over to clamor where he's rescued the jar on the ground with a smile that looks almost apologetic between his lack of an opportunity to do anything and that "keep that freak away from me" kind of gesture.

anyway, first things first, he'll offer out a hand to help clamor up. with that, he'll glance back to komaeda, watch as the waves happen. it's... yeah, his is a little long, but it's not like it's something absolutely insane? just kind of off, like he's the type of guy who struggles with social cues. amami will offer back a smile... maybe wave back, if clamor gets up quickly enough for him to have it back in time. )

[sunstead]

[He'll accept the help up, thanks... at least Amami seems normal, despite the weird icebreaker they ended up sharing. Somehow, waking up in the library with a jar of fingernails and no recollection of how they got there is a completely believable story in this hellschool.

... and now Clamor is stuck holding the jar, apparently, but whatever. He holds it away from his chest a bit once introductions(??) are done with. He's trying not to peer inside it too closely now, finally realizing that's he's not 100% sure if he wants to know if his own nails are in there, but Amami does kind of deserve an explanation for all of this, doesn't he?

Ignoring Komaeda for now, Clamor steps over to a different, non-collapsed table to put down the jar and quickly write down a new note, picking the jar back up (he doesn't trust it alone anymore, everyone else in this room would just let the damn thing smash into the floor if it fell again smh) and handing the message off to Amami.]

Nagito Komaeda [next to a crude drawing of komaeda's komaheada, for clarity]
Try not to give him too much attention.

I'm guessing you're also a "transfer student".
There's a lot to explain, but I can try to answer any questions you have.
Sound doesn't carry in the library. Your hearing is fine, it's just this place.
We can talk outside if you'd prefer.

[commences]

( what is clamor doing? he's writing something then exchanging it with a talented student that has him curious — he runs up behind the other, pressing his back against clamor's back as he peeks over his shoulder. he doesn't focus on the note, but instead, he's watching the ultimate with a wide smile on his face that shows he's pretty excited at the moment. with how close him and clamor is, the brunette should be able to feel komaeda's wild hair brush against his face, probably tickling his (are they sensitive?) elf ears. his fingers settle against his lithe waist, nails digging into the fabric of his clothes to keep him near so that he isn't too close to an ultimate — know your place. )

...

( after getting a good look at amami, he takes a step back off of the wizard finally. he pinches the top of the paper so that he can point to the part about the library, nodding that clamor's correct on that end. as he's about to pull his hand off the scrap, the part with his name and doodle tears off with ease, and now one half is in amami's hand, and the other being in komaeda's. staring at it, he contemplates the doodle that's been drawn before looking at clamor. )

...?

[sisters]

( this guy's awfully protective for someone who claimed it wasn't their fingernail jar, huh? well, at least aside from that aspect, he seems relatively helpful. look at that, introductions and everything! well, kind of. amami's not sure why the note introduces the other guy instead of himself, but supposes it's better than nothing, so he'll smile over to the other two. seemingly... close? comfortable? maybe? pending clamor's expression of disgust.

actually, this komaeda guy's response is pretty endearing in its own way. sure, there's some definite awkwardness surrounding it — hard to judge just how uncomfortable, without any sound or context, but the way his eyes sparkle is hard not to notice. and that aside, the way he steals his little portrait and gazes at it with such curiosity. amami watches with absent interest; it's almost like a child who just hasn't quite learned their manners yet, you know?

anyway, he'll eat those words later. for now, he's going to look around, presumably for the exit. if they're within eyeshot of it, he'll start heading over with a glance in their direction. if not? he looks back to the other two and kinda... points in the direction he thinks it might be in, expecting their confirm or deny. )