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

Kyoko Kirigiri , Aoi Asahina , Akane Fujitora Akane's own eyes lingered carefully on the newcomer. If she ever blinked, it was only long enough to keep her eyes from itching or reacting badly. Otherwise, her attention remained right on the new figure across from her. It wasn't the knife that made her nervous it was the fact she actually didn't recognize Nagito. For a good reason, too ... but one that she didn't really intend to reveal. Not unless absolutely necessary, anyway. Then again, that didn't yet matter. ... And there it was. Finally, the knife was put back into the boy's coat. With that, Akane's muscles visibly relaxed. As much as she typically enjoyed fights, this had definitely been one of the few times she was relieved about taking the 'flight' option. ... You know what you mena. The one that keeps you from doing anything violent or stupid like you usually would ... Akane fought off the urge to roll her eyes at herself. But that didn't last when Nagito finally spoke. Hmmm. What gave that away, hm? Look, boy. We all got our preferences and shit. I'm blunt. I'll get down to the points I wanna make. And if I need to guide a person should they be too ignorant or whatever, I'll help, though they may wish I didn't. If you don't like that? Well ... Akane shrugged. Tough. When he brought up if she was an Ultimate or not, a low Hmph followed by an affirmative nod would be Nagito's response. Well, yeah. I don't usually just make shit up. You kinda caught me in the midst of my talent. I'm the Ultimate Brawler. Street fighter ... whatever you wanna call it. I almost got the label 'Punk' but they decided to stick with something that would actually imply a talent, not a stereotype-sounding brand of sorts. Raising a hand, Akane deftly grabbed the hair tie that had kept her hair up in a ponytail. One quick tug allowed it to unfurl. As Akane began re-tying her pony tail, she observed Nagito for a few more moments, smirking as he relayed he was the Luckiest Student. Oh? That seems ... debatable. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who agrees being trapped in here counts as being 'lucky' of all things. Eh. Maybe some good will come out of this. I guess we'll find out. Well ... since you made the exchange, it's only fair I return the gesture. My name's Akane Fujitora. So ... Taking a moment to sneak a peek past the door, only to see no one walking by, she then looked back into Nagito's eyes. Are you alone? How'd you even get here, anyway? Were you forced here also? There it was again. Another light squeeze of her hand. This time, Aoi smiled as she returned the gesture to Hajime's hand. It's ... uncanny. Even with the likelihood of not having to play another killing game, this schools holds as much despair as it did the first time around. I'm ... it's hard to forget about those types of feelings, you know? But if those letters were true ... then I'm trying not to let the fear take over me. Her head tilted back as Aoi elicited some deep exhales before re-making eye contact with Hajime. Well ... given we work together, I'm not overly amazed. You probably know a good amount about everyone else who was with me the first time around. Aoi felt just a bit lost. She could have kept talking about her past. But the better wording was she really didn't want to. Not if she could help it. Are you a mind-reader or something? You pick the best times to change the topics and make them more positive. Great! Let's go and see what we can find then! Also, you'd be right. I definitely haven't lost a swimming race in years for obvious reasons. Luckily, I think I'm just gonna use the pool to chill out in rather than race. So you won't need to worry about trying to beat me or anything. With the promise of being able to get into what may as well be a natural environment for her, Aoi ran forward with a renewed sense of determination and vigor, helping him hurry towards their destination. These rooms aren't gonna check themselves! The sooner we finish, the better! Mmmmhh ... Each touch and additional kiss caused a new set of shivers to trail down Kyoko's body. She stayed forward, ensuring her lips remained locked as long as possible ... up until she had to pull away and regain all the oxygen that had been temporarily lost. Hah .. hah ... gods, Makoto. So good .... ... And just like that, it all stopped as suddenly as it'd started. On one hand, Kyoko was a bit irritated. Not at him, though. Nah, that was solely on herself. She had too much of a work ethic and even more pride to cave into what she wanted. Still, she had meant her earlier words. She would make the wait worthwhile, and it'd be even sweeter now that Makoto showed once more he'd restrained himself and respected her wishes. Unfortunately, yes. It'd be really bad of me to return without any clues. What kind of detective would I be, hmm? Yet before anyone could get to their destination - or begin moving to one for those who hadn't yet reached a room - all of the TV monitors and screens turned on simultaneously. The background revealed what was definitely the Headmaster's Room. Inside was a chair that was turned around, keeping the back exposed and thus what was probably fair to assume to be their captor hidden from view. A few seconds of silence would linger before a voice spoke. Glad to see you're all safe. Even in that single phrase, there was a very odd thing for everyone to note. The gender of this person wasn't able to be heard. They were using a device of some sort to make whether their voice was actually masculine or feminine impossible to determine. You all will have to forgive me for the deceit. And, in Akane's case, slight use of ... well ... more than only tricking her. You fucking prick, Akane growled, her attention almost immediately going to the screen as it lit up. Why should you expect me to be happy?! Forget the fact we're stuck here, you injected me over and over again! ... Still as colorful in your language, are we? I truly do apologize. But it was easy to notice you wren't going to be cooperative. So, yes. I had to make you take a few naps. I also had to make sure you didn't wake up too soon. But I did everything properly. You didn't receive too many doses, as hinted by the fact you're alive. So don't completely lash out on me, hmm? Tch, Akane scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. I wanted to simply confirm those notes were true. There won't be any killing games. You are all here so you can remain safe. That being said, I regret to inform you that the letters you all received to come back here were lies. Mostly, of course. But if she revealed one held the truth ... then it would be too simple for everyone to find out her identity, let alone a way to get out. Thus, even though it pained her to lie to him , it was for all of their good. I also wanted to warn you now that there are some rooms already locked. The HeadMaster's Room, the morgue and biolab, the Audio Video room, the Data Processing Room and the Monokuma Control Room. Although the library and faculty rooms will be open, you won't find anything to work on discovering anything more about me out. I do apologize for the secrecy, but ... it's for your own good. All of you, whether you believe it or not. Now then ... for anyone not nearby a clock, it is 1710. Enjoy your stay Before anymore retorts or retaliation of any kind could be hurled at teh screens, they all clicked off. A very ticked off Akane, taken aback Aoi, and heavily thinking Kyoko were left with their repective partners. Hmm, Kyoko mused, finally nodding and walking up to the Headmaster's door. Sure enough, she turned it ... but to no avail. They were being honest, she relayed, even jerking on the handle several times to show Makoto as much. It is indeed locked. But that also means .... oi! You still in there?! If they were, there wasn't an answer to Kyoko's question. Hmph. Smart answer. A frustrated sigh passed her lips as she looked back to Makoto. Well ... since that's no longer an option, got a back-up room? I was thinking the audiovideo but after hearing that announcement, it's another pointless room. Assuming everything they've said and written so far is true. Well ... most, save for the letters about what was here to lure us, anyway.