Thread: Danganronpa 2.5: Return To Hope's Peak Academy (Athene & Potter-kun)

Kyoko Kirigiri , Aoi Asahina , Akane Fujitora A ... what? The familiar sensation of a knot forming and tightening in her midsection quickly returned. She had felt like there was quite a bit she hadn't known about. And in truth, her return to Hope's Peak was something she couldn't help but feel was ... off. That something was very amiss about suddenly being brought back here, let alone during such a major event. But now, that was all confirmed. What the fuck do you mean the world ended?! How?! I never even ... Akane slumped into the nearest desk, beginning to think back to her prior 'residence' before all of this happened. The more she thought on it ... the more she felt like smacking herself for failing to notice the signs. All the days the guards refused to relay anything to her or even the others. The lack of phones or TVs. The things that seemed inhumane ... weren't that at all. They were precautions. Ways to keep riots from happening. To ensure chaos didn't overrun the entire place, let alone everyone .... Year? Akane weakly repeated, shaking her head from side to side. I just know I was transferred before .... Her teeth latched onto her lower lip as she slammed a clenched fist angrily against the desk. Well, fuck. I hadn't wanted to relay this. But I guess there's no helping it. I'll give the full story when you meet up with the others. For now, I'll give you the summary. I .... didn't last hear anything about Hope's Peak, per se. However, the last time I was here ... was before I got arrested. For manslaughter. I won't blame you if you wanna pull that switchblade out again, restrain me, or whatnot. But note the keyword there manslaughter , not murder. There is a huge difference. Her eyes locked right onto Nagito. While she'd said she was fine with him using his knife, that was also as long as he used it for self-defense. If it looked like it'd be used for something worse, she mentally prepared to fight for her life. Hmmm .... I mean, it could be that simple. But ... ugh. Yeah. This person really does have a warped sense of 'helping', let alone 'saving' people. They also seem to e quite the neat freak, which is ... interesting. Aoi elicited another frustrated sigh as she looked up at the ceiling. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad to be in what may as well be my natural habitat or something, but ... it's kinda irritating at the same time. Knowing Yuta really isn't here only makes it that much more frustrating. I ... can't even try to help anyone, let alone him. And I .... On the flip side, were they purposely trying to make them all feel a sense of despair? See who'd cave in first and resort to heinous acts? It was an easy way to go about that, Who said you needed to force a set of killing games to occur just to ensure they could happen? No, all that truly was needed were the right stimuli and incentives. Given even she had felt close to caving into those emotions the first time around, proven by attempting to tamper with Sakura's suicide scene, would she be able to stay sane? For a few seconds, all of Aoi's muscles froze up. Her body paled, as if she were stuck under a sheet of ice rather than floating casually in a pool. It wasn't until she noticed her vision got a bit blurry that Aoi realized her body had frozen up so badly she started to sink. Her arms broke free of whatever had kept her still and thrashed about as she desperately tried to get an almost literal hold on herself. It'd be embarrassing and just as ironic for the Ultimate Swimmer to die by drowning of all things. .... Damn .... Kyoko muttered, clicking her tongue in annoyance. Well, this confirms one thing. Whoever is keeping us here was likely here for some time. A week, maybe even longer. They definitely did their homework, though. Any last chances of hearing a horrible attempt at a joke would be dismissed as Makoto saw Kyoko move her own head from side to side. No, unfortunately. Not a damn thing. Anything that would have helped us out has been removed completely. Her head tilted as she looked around, managing to find the nearest clock. We still have well over an hour or so. Should we head back now? Check another room out ... ?? Something else? Maybe it was because she was still more used to being a detective than lover, but Kyoko couldn't find it in her to utter that last line. It was always easier to say such things when she knew she could get away with them. As things were, it was 6040, with the latter being how much of a chance she actually had to sneak in some more intimate moments with Makoto. Moreover, they were also how likely she could not only make out with him, but do so without getting walked in on by any of the others.