[u][b]Hisakawa and Suzuki[/b][/u]

Hisakawa refocused his attention, and as the man spoke, all sort of thoughts were running through his head. It wasn’t great that there were some aggressive people here, though in a situation like this, that should probably be expected. He wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret that chuckle, though. Was there something funny? He didn’t find it funny—then again he probably didn’t have the whole context behind it all. But that doesn’t mean this stranger wouldn’t think it was funny. As he was mulling on it, he couldn’t help but start to feel a little self-conscious about his own hair—after all, he, too, was wearing a ponytail. He didn’t look weird, did he? He knows he isn’t exactly the most attractive guy around, but he had particular issue with the idea that his hair looked bad. Maybe he [i]should[/i] have gotten a haircut...

His thoughts wandered back to the situation at hand when the man mentioned Hope’s Peak. So they were all students from the same high school? That was far from coincidental. Hisakawa was beginning to think there might be something bigger going on here. But who would kidnap a bunch of high school students? And for what purpose?

Reo took in the news much more casually. Yeah, perhaps this whole situation wasn’t the best thing in the world, but it’s not really that big of a deal, yeah? After all, there was no real reason to believe there was any sort of danger. He was sure everything would turn out just fine, and everything would explain itself in due time, so there was no need to stress during the meantime. He shaked Davis’ hand, returning his smile in kind.

Hisakawa, too, shook Davis’ hand. Knowing that they were all Hope’s Peak students, though, he got curious, “Hey Suzuki-san, what’s your talent?”

Reo turned his attention from Davis to Hisakawa, “I’m the Super High School Level LARPer.” He answered simply, though not in a disinterested way. Reo was very dedicated to his craft, after all, and held a genuine passion for what he does. 

“Oh, interesting.” Hisakawa said in response, despite having absolutely no idea what LARPing is, or even having heard about it. He started wringing his hands, biting the inside of his lips. He could totally just ask, but he didn’t want to seem like an idiot or anything. First impressions were important, after all. Then again, he probably messed that up already, so it wouldn’t really matter if he said something else dumb. And besides, he doesn’t want to [i]lie[/i] just to seem more intelligent than he is. It would be kind of manipulative of him to act smarter than he really was, wouldn’t it?

“What about you?” Suzuki asked, and suddenly Hisakawa realized he had missed his chance to ask. Well, he’d have plenty of time to do so later, at least in theory.

“Um, my talent is that I’m a Type A Student.” He relaxed himself, trying to ignore the train of though he was on previously. There were much bigger things to be worrying about anyway.

Reo nodded. That seemed to fit. He once more turned to Davis, “So what exactly does having ‘conquest’ as a talent entale, anyway?” He said with subtle raise to his brow. He didn’t necessarily doubt that was his talent—the guy seemed sincere enough. But he couldn’t help but feel something was up. Maybe it was just because this guy didn’t really [i]seem[/i] like a Davis to him. Either way, he figured a talent like that was good place to start.

Suddenly, an announcement came on, informing them of a meeting at the amphitheater.

There was quiet after the announcement, which was soon interrupted by Reo, “Well hey, that was easy.”

“Yeah, seriously. Well, I’m gonna go try and find the amphitheater. You guys coming with?” Hisakawa asked. Suzuki nodded, and the two turned to see the so-called Davis’ response.

[u][b]Damian[/b][/u]

…

Well.

Damian was stunned into silence by the sheer audacity of such a response. Or, rather, non-response. Who the hell does that!? Damian supposed, to some extent, he was grateful that he didn’t have to enter a conversation with someone who was not only holding onto a table leg like a weapon, but was also the kind of person who looks at someone asking for help and then just leaves without saying anything. Damian could try and chalk it up to some reasoning beyond her just being a dick, but somehow there was a very intentional aggressiveness in how she carried that out.

Whatever. He didn’t need to get wrapped up in whatever her deal is, so it was best to just leave her be. Hopefully, he could find someone who wasn’t so… abrasive.

It was at that moment an announcement came on. Well, at least there was somebody willing to give him information. He went on to find the amphitheater, and hopefully learn what exactly is happening.