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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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( 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... )

( 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?

( 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. )

[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.]

( 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?

[ 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. ]

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?

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.

( hm. well that's... strange. the look in her eyes when she sees him — it's like she's seeing a ghost. he's awkward for a moment, after which his own warm smile drops, sensing that this may not be the time. instead, there's genuine concern in his eyes as he crosses his arms and weighs what to do about this.

of course, he's already here, he can just step into the classroom himself, but... when she's wearing such a grim expression, he gets the feeling like he shouldn't try to confront her in the midst of such a busy spot, you know? it feels inconsiderate, and it's the very last thing he'd want to do, to put her into a difficult position with so many people around them. he'll give it one more shot, he figures. try one more time to wave her over, this time looking more serious. )

[ When he waves at her a second time, Kaede decides she can’t just sit there. She has to go talk to him. If he’s here... they’re going to run into each other plenty. There’s no point in avoiding him.

So, she gets up and walks over. As she makes her way to the door, she realizes she’s shaking. There’s not much she can do about that. Despite the earlier turmoil on her face, she tries to offer a smile. It’s not as strong and sure as usual. ]

Hey. I didn’t think I’d see you here.

[ For a lot of reasons. Then again, she’s dead too so it really shouldn’t be that much of a surprise. ]

( her first instinct is to tell him 'no', that it won't work, that there is no release from this place. to let the smile fall because it's almost been two months and she's so tired. and maybe it does slip a little, when she digs her nails into her palms a bit. )

I can try, but I'm not sure it'll work.

( that's what she says instead. because maybe- just maybe. this time it might. )

[Kokichi's in full dramatics mode, clinging like a little kid and getting tears all over Rantaro's uniform. Gross. It's also probably making a scene, but when has Kokichi ever been shy about that shit?

He buries his face against Rantaro's chest, huffing a frustrated noise. His voice is wobbly with his hysterics, but of course he can still get out the words. All the theatrics would be kinda pointless if they rendered him completely useless.]

What do you mean, "Did something happen?" Wh-what kind of a question is that...?

[Does he not know...? That's something he hadn't considered. He and Kaede clearly saw it coming, of course they knew. But Rantaro... Is he even aware of what happened to him?]

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

Hm? Sure! What's up?

( it seems to work this time, which is a relief. he really would have felt bad if it had come down to doing this in the middle of the class, and he hardly wanted to put it off any longer than he has either. but, even as she approaches, nothing about her seems happy about it — especially that smile, which is almost painful to look at if amami is completely honest with himself. he offers a sympathetic expression in return. )

Yeah, it seems like it's coming as quite the surprise.

( and given a pause, he'll nod towards the stairwell at the end of the hallway. )

I don't think the sewing room is too busy at this time. What do you think?

( considering the apparent gravity of things, somewhere less populated might be a good idea. )

( 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!!

( oh, okay, so that wasn't the right answer. assuming that it was something that happened here, of course he wouldn't know about it. this kind of response clearly casts that perspective into doubt though. the tears don't stop, and he's pretty sure ouma's snotting on his shirt, actually, but... if he's supposed to know why, is he missing something?

he spends a long moment quiet, brows scrunched together (and absently rubbing ouma's back out of habit) as he tries to put the pieces together. there's a pit of dread sinking in his stomach at the possibilities that cross his mind. the final verdict, though? )

Sorry, but I think you're gonna have to clue me in.

( the situation he remembers was urgent, and a little bit strange, but... it wasn't in such a way that it explains this. )

... You're not sure?

( that's... a little bit strange. if it's a stuck window for real, then it's a stuck window. if it's not, then it should open, shouldn't it?

though, he supposes that's part of what he was looking for, especially combined with that faint hitch in her smile — not that it's something he wants to see... but it's telling, and rather than turning back towards the kitchen, he brings up a hand to his chin. )

Hey, I think most clubs are over for the day. Is there a reason you haven't left yet?

[It's a little too easy to lean into Rantaro and let him play the soothing older brother figure. He's pretty damn good at it, honestly. He's got a calming presence, and the easy affection almost makes the fake tears feel a little too real. Almost, of course. Kokichi's got his shit fully under control. He just doesn't get this kind of attention much, and it's not like he wanted anyone to die back then, so it's good to see Rantaro alive. That's all.

And, well...all things considered, Rantaro can be considered "safe", probably. Definitely not the mastermind of the previous killing game – short of any absolutely bullshit secret twin or body double plot twists, anyway – and as a result highly unlikely to be responsible for whatever's going on here. His cluelessness seems sincere too, at least in Kokichi's opinion as an expert at detecting lies. And given everything that's happened here, all the constant tension and tiptoeing around the person he'd like to feel this sure about, this is just...nice.

Too bad he's gonna have to spoil it. Oh well.]

You really don't know?

[Kokichi lifts his head to look up at Rantaro, still clinging but the crying has abruptly stopped. The stains of tears remain, but it's still a disconcertingly sudden shift to Kokichi's piercing stare, searching for answers.]

You didn't feel anything? Was it really that fast? It didn't even hurt?

[Well...good for him. Kokichi sure can't say the same for himself.]

( 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.

Well, it's really tough. I haven't been able to get a window open since... goodness, the graduation ceremony? But hey, maybe it's changed today!

( she doubts it though. entwining her fingers behind her back, she can't help but feel sad at his questions. is he aware and fishing for information? or does he really not know? ... no, he wouldn't be here so late in the kitchen otherwise, right? so... )

The doors won't open for us. That's why you're here too, right?

( oh, yeah. that's fair. that's absolutely fair. it's kind of awkward to be the one who has such an accusing finger pointed at them, but it isn't like he doesn't get it. a relatively neutral, curious expression quickly turns sheepish, and he brings up his hands in front of him to say that he's not guilty. )

Wait, hold on, you've got it all wrong — I'm not a suspicious guy. My intentions are innocent!

( she can keep her cute comment, he'll let her have it, and steal her wording instead. he speaks lightly, as if he's playing along, but after a moment's pause, becomes more serious. )

It seems like there's a lot of others here, right? There aren't very many rooms to choose from, and to be frank, I don't know how much I should trust the people in them yet. But... sleeping alone is pretty dangerous too, y'know. I thought that it might be to both of our benefits to have someone else in the room.

( there, that's his intentions clear as day. is she satisfied? )

Hm... Well, there's a lot of locked ones, and sometimes other doors get jammed by... stuff. [corpses, mainly.] Which ones are you having trouble with?

( ah, there it is. the facade drops all at once, and meeting ouma's eyes, the expression on the other's face has already been wiped completely clean. offering only a slow blink as his hands stop with their comforting movements, that gaze is sharp, searching, and amami thinks it over carefully. eventually draws himself to a conclusion that makes sense. )

I can't say for sure, but it must have been fast enough.

( a shadow falls over his expression as he offers his matter-of-fact answer; really, those questions give more than enough context to confirm one of the worse-case scenarios, now don't they? he's not an idiot — he saw the iron shot put ball hit the ground next to him, and understands the gravity of the situation they were in at the time. he supposes that it must have been a murder attempt, but if he really did fail in his own plan, then having met such a quick end is of little condolence to him. and at the same time, how would he end up here? he's shown that he understands, but thinking through things in this way, his next words come out rather low, as a warning. )

Hey, if you're pulling my leg, this isn't the time. Joking about that with the situation we were in wouldn't make me laugh.

( that's certainly one way to answer. he'll pocket the timeframe away for now, because her follow-up is much more interesting to him than whether the windows have changed today. he's pretty sure he already knows the answer to that well enough. )

Yeah, that's why. Is that the case for a lot of the others?

( the "us" stands out somewhat. but anyway, if it's as he suspected, there's no reason to dance around the subject — she clearly won't think he's crazy if she's in the same situation. )

Wow, Amami-chan can be kinda scary when he wants to be, huh?

[But smart, too. Kokichi's noticed that the first time around, even if there wasn't much opportunity to show it off. Rantaro was definitely a lot more clever than his easygoing demeanor suggested. The fact that he was trying to solve things on his own was evidence enough of that. It takes brains and pragmatism to recognize when others can't be trusted, no matter how much everyone seems to get along.

Kokichi smiles wryly before ducking his head back against Rantaro's chest. Fuck it, he'll just enjoy the hug while it lasts.]

But I'm not lying. And I thiiink you know that. Otherwise, your immediate response would have been more like, "Huh? What are you talking about?"

[It's a silly impersonation of Rantaro's voice, not trying all that hard to actually sound like him. Kokichi's typical, odd brand of levity that even subjects like these aren't exempt from.]

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clamor — 05/19, library

rika — 05/19, classroom

kaede — 05/20, classroom 3-A

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nene channeling mysterious girls in her mangas like

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