Mateotis

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Despicable Damsel-snatcher

@BrokenPromise

Gonna be the title of his next poetry book once he gets out of here!

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Man that's a monstrous collab, congrats to everyone involved! @Ariamis, ever since I started VLR I found that I could totally imagine K as Mondatta and vice versa, which is fun. The game itself is...fun too. Yeah. Super fun. Any inactivity on my part in the upcoming weeks can freely be attributed to it.

"Well, I'm going off first impressions here... I think the poet looks like quite a charmer..." "Isn't he!" Mary interrupted, blushing. "Oh, sorry, please continue, hehe." Noel giggled a little, then thought for a bit. "Besides him... No, I think that's all, really." She said looking at Mary, blushing slightly as well.

Well hellooo there!

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@MyCatGinger @ThatCharacter It was great fun working with both of you, I'd gladly do it and subsequently die again!

To the rest of you wonderful people: enjoy!

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Though you're the knife held to my throat
I'm still drawn to your flame like a moth
While I sleep you shake my cage and go:
“Sing, bird, sing!”

And so I sing!

Of torturous inspiration,
Beauty carved by damnation
O killer muse, blessed you be!
Angel from my nightmare, never leave me!

—Daimyon Londe, ‘Angel from my Nightmare’

In his dream, Daimyon was free falling. How did he get here? Did he try to fly again? What prevented him? He wanted out of this, out of the bottomless depth he was falling into, but there was nothing to grasp onto, only a silk-smooth cliffside facing him.

Oh wait!

Suddenly, he spotted a long ledge. He reached out for it and grabbed the stone with as much strength as he could muster. He was surprisingly light and felt no pain at all. As he raised his head up, he saw the reason for his salvation: the white swallow, standing on the ledge and looking out into infinity with majesty. Daimyon smiled.

“Show the way, my friend.”
He pulled himself up and the swallow flew up the cliff. What he previously saw as a smooth surface was now littered with ridges and cracks. So he began climbing, tracking his movements higher and higher on the endless mountain. In his eyes, the swallow; in his heart, determination.

---

The first few moments after waking up were joyous, they always were. A new day was beginning, filled with inspiration to harness. A few minutes later however, the poet was sitting on the edge of his bed, head hanging down. He was clutching his notebook, trying to write something to help him through the massive wave of sadness that came over him, but his mind was silent. The last entry on the papers was his ‘chronicling’ of yesterday's tragic events, though he did not remember when he wrote it down. In fact, from that moment, everything was but a shaky, horrible blur. He had a sinking feeling in his gut—there must have been some importance of it. He did recall some bits and pieces about Monokuma's big announcements and that there was lots of movement as well: some people leaving the hospital, others just arriving... How could have he even fallen asleep in such circumstances?

It must have been the sheer shock and mental exhaustion, he told himself, but the explanation only made him more frightened. He was not known to be emotionally frail at all, quite the opposite! His ability to bounce back from rough patches and let go of fears and worries was one of the defining traits that made him into who he was.

Though he had never witnessed a murder before, either.

He stood up.
Shona died trying to free them from the manic bear's tyranny. Though escaping has been the goal from the moment he had first woken up in the elevator, it only became more resolute in his mind now. He had faith in his fellows: faith that the first tragedy would not lead to more, but instead bring them closer together and unite them in this goal. What one knight could not do, a dozen Infinites might just be able to.

It was with this faith that he went through something resembling the morning routine and stepped out of his room. When picking up the e-handbook to open the door, he first swiped through the tabs aimlessly and noticed—as he thought before—new names and new faces in the list of ‘patients’. He hoped he would get to meet all of them today. One last glance at his notebook also reminded him that he had promised Mary to help her write a love poem for Caora.

All in all, there were things to do...thankfully.

---

The hallway was largely empty when he walked it, though he was unsure if it was because he was early or because he was late. He headed for the break room where he would no doubt find at least a few of his peers to talk to, perhaps cheer up. He was almost to the large open area when he suddenly spotted something...out of place. Very out of place.

The elevator just next to, in a fit of dark irony, the late Shona's room was open...and not only open, but occupied! There was a woman inside—dark skin, dark hair, wearing a white dress. She was slouched against the wall and she looked dead ahead with teal eyes, almost soullessly. From a first glance, it was not obvious whether she was even conscious.

Daimyon froze for a moment. In the next one, he thought of the worst and in the next one, he hurried to the woman's aid.

“Oh no...” he muttered as he crouched down next to her. “Hello? Are you...all right?”
He asked, almost fearful of—or the absence of—the answer.

@MyCatGinger

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Daimyon is not a blonde

@Aewin

Thank you for focusing on the truly important things here.

Also.
#squad

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@Brithwyr



shoulda known you were into the little one

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@Vocab I'm psychic!

@Aewin

hehe
hehehe

while we're talking best girls

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage: Tower mode

>RP with 'best girls'
>Junko is in it



that's where you're wrong kiddo

_{This is pretty frickin' creative for a joke. Let's see what we can do here...}

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RIP Shona.

More poetry! Honestly I was never involved in the genre (prose is my style of choice, obviously) before this RP, but I'm starting to like it more and more! And writing it becomes easier with time as well. Constructive experiences, ahoy!

I hope everyone enjoys it, because it was a blast to write!
_{maybe it got a bit too overdramatic, but hey, fits the character!}

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

The seconds ticked by as if there were lead weights attached to their feet. Daimyon spent the remaining time in a passionate debate with himself, trying to steel his resolve that he did the right thing by voting...for himself. He had his reasons, and they were strong reasons. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He could not...or rather, did not want to influence others in any way. Even if their votes brought out a clear ‘winner’, his did not count against them. And if the sacrifice was to be him...then so be it. An ever-increasing part of him wished the allotted time to just end, so he could be done with his inner struggles...

...but when it did end, that part was beat back into the deepest corners of his mind and heavily scolded to not wish for something it could not predict ever again. Because once the time was up...all hell broke loose.

Monokuma's increasingly grating voice was interrupted by a different tone: that of Felix, from outside the barrier. Daimyon turned in surprise: what interesting timing! The surprise swiftly turned into amazement—just as swiftly as Felix scaling up the spikes and looking to make it inside. The athletic wonder caught the attention of a Carnage Sister who aimed to shoot the bird out of the sky...only to have its arms hacked open by Shona! Ever the opportunist, the knight exploited the moment perfectly to launch her assault on the robotic oppressors. Within moments, the quiet hospital area erupted into open warfare. Daimyon had no idea what to do with himself in the chaos when suddenly more spikes sprung up from beneath him and trapped him in a small cell. The same fate befell most of the other Infinites, but Felix and Shona—the saviours!—kept up their valiant fight.

As the poet watched the scene unfold, inspiration struck. Of course, what else was more inspiring than being trapped in a warzone and seeing blood...well, metal parts and various fluids fly? He felt a sudden rush of determination: this occasion called for real-time chronicling!

“Woe were us, gloom befell and all was sour!” he began out loud, though how much he was heard was another matter—the scene was buzzing with the noise of everyone else. “When like a divine light, appeared the runner!”

Dashing in his speed and grace and dashing
Over spikes and grates, he went!
To the left, Felix! Twist, twirl, turn!
It is almost time for the descent!

His exclamation in the third line was actually him trying to warn the Infinite of a shooting-up spike. It fit in wondrously however—ah, the magic of poetry!

A new hero rises to aid the troubled
Gallant knight, fury in her eyes!
A panther against the bear!
Go, Shona, give them hell!

How strong, how deft!
A hack, a slash, a cleave, a dash—
A deadly package!
Her opponents charge one after the other
All fall!
And yet she stands!
Bloodied, bruised, barraged with blasts
But unbound, unbroken, unfettered, untethered!

His energy grew with every said word, in the end he was practically shouting. A similar spirit enveloped others—those not too petrified to even breathe—and the group cheered their two heroes who seemed unbeatable. Indeed, the battle would be over soon...just not in the way they imagined.

He leaps, he flies, he lands!
Hurry Felix, unhand that man!
Freedom is so close now...

But oh no! The cunning bear strikes
Again and finds flesh for his spikes!
Someone, help him! Help them both!
This is no fate for a hero!

He cried out when seeing Felix collapse after being pierced in the shoulder, but with everyone locked up in their respective cages, there was no one to attend to his injuries. Meanwhile, Shona was locked in a desperate struggle against Monokuma...when suddenly the wall of spikes parted on one side and gave way to...

A new challenger rises to meet the knight!
What a monstrosity! An abomination!
Iron hoofs pound on the floor
In rushes the soulless centaur!

Fearsome foe, this!
How will she deal—

His mind's rolling flow was cut short by his own shocked gasp. All his creativity shut down as the new, terrifying robot rammed its long spear straight through Shona's chest and pinned her to the wall. The brutal assault caught the knight—and everyone else—completely unprepared and a dreadful silence set in once again. Daimyon saw the bizarre beauty in the scene: everyone heard the heroic Shona's last words as she breathed her last, knowing that she would be remembered forever for her sacrifice. A knight's way of life...a knight's way of death.

Once the spike cages lowered around everyone, the poet made a few uncertain, then more resolute steps towards the fallen Shona, crouching down to her. There was no doubt here: she no longer emanated the permeating sense of life. Stinging death took its place. Daimyon closed his eyes and cleared his almost-hoarse throat.

The flame rose to the highest heights
Where it was snuffed in cold blood
May it burn eternal in the heavens
This flame that will never be forgot.