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My Personal Unfinished Business

Name: Ryuma Hitsugami

Talent: SHSL Parkour

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Personality: Boisterous and bold, Ryuma has decided that life is short, so he should do whatever he wants, whenever he wants to. He tries his best to be a good person, but thanks to his brother's more devilish mannerisms, he's got a bit of attitude. Ryuma wants to have a good time and will do his best to bring everyone along with him, whether that means making them happy or angry. He's a good sport but loves competition and exercise is his thing.

Backstory: Ryuma grew up in a bad neighborhood with two older brothers, one being a half-brother, and his single mom. His brothers were both older than him by quite a few years and his eldest brother Ichirou left to be independent of the family when he was young. His mother was usually working all the time and he was mostly taken care of by his older half-brother Kouta. Kouta dropped out of his freshman year of high school and was often around the house while trying to get employed, but he couldn't hold onto a job for long.

Ryuma's family tried to help him stay positive and pursue his dreams, which were in sports. The problem was that sports equipment costed money, so he wasn't able to join any official teams. Instead, he found it fun to go around the neighborhood and climb anything he could get his hands on, even though his mother said it was too dangerous. When he got older, they moved far away where he heard about the tag games.

Tag games consist of two players, a chaser and a runaway, that would race against time in an extreme obstacle course for twenty seconds per round. After each round, they would switch and it was a great game to place bets on. He was always on a forever winning streak and gained attention from Hope's Peak Academy. Kouta, unfortunately, passed away of unknown causes, but he still wants to do his brother proud and finish his education even though Kouta never did.

Trivia:
-His favorite food is fried dumplings and sushi.
-He's a sucker for romcoms
-He's broken quite a few bones

Color: lightgray

My Personal Unfinished Business

Name: Naomi Fukuda

Talent: SHSL Linguist

Gender: Female

Appearance:
As a daughter of high society, Naomi usually wears collared, button-down shirts with pleated skirts or professional short dresses. She usually has the most recently trending professional long-haired styles for her hair, but now her hair is more of an asymmetric bob that looks as though it's been cut by office scissors. She's on the short side at only 5'3" and hates to be reminded of it.

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Personality:
Naomi was always known as a compliant and accommodating girl in her youth. She has given up many artistic passions in her life over studying and is secretly an extreme fan of art museums. After a past incident, she has developed Insomnia which leads her to be quieter when the topic of hand disinterests her, usually daydreaming. Naomi's attitude has changed over the years and will make sure she's never treated unfairly, even if her idea of fairness may be convoluted. She's a fan of different cultures but usually tries to shy away from the subjects as to not appear weak. Don't mess with her if you don't want to get into a match of whose bark is louder.

Backstory:
Naomi is the firstborn of an extremely prominent clan in Japan with her grandmother at the head of the family. While they originally followed mostly Japanese traditions, the westernization of the country led the family to switch to European styled mansions and accommodations. As a child, Naomi was brought up on her own with a long list of nannies, butlers, maids, and tutors, although her parents would come to visit her often enough to watch her progression as an intelligent heir. Naomi wished to gain approval of the adults around her and worked hard in her studies and mannerisms throughout her childhood.

But at the end of elementary school, her life made a complete one-eighty. After an incident occurred at her family's vacation villa, Naomi's studies started to become subpar. She seemed stressed to no end and developed an Insomnia disorder. At the command of her grandmother, Naomi was stripped of her heir privileges, with her younger sister taking her place, and sent to live with a far off branch family. She was shamed for her negligence, but Naomi still tried her best to bring her studies back up.

After only a short while of staying with her foster family, Naomi's work ethic shot right back up. Even though she went to a public school, her abilities in linguistics caught the eyes of many supports and she was given her talent title. But her grandmother ignored her, not wanting to admit she had made the wrong decision to excommunicate her from the main family. Naomi lived with the branch family for a few years and grew to love them more than her own biological parents.

Word of her younger sister's death came in during the summer before her freshman year of high school. The main family needed her back as the heir to the Fukuda family. She was separated from her branch family and put into her own personal mansion, waiting to for school to start as she stared out her luxurious window.

Trivia:
-Her younger sister's name was Maeko (deceased). They had a difference in age of two years.
-Her biological mother's previous occupation was a model.
-Her father has the highest position at their company even though her grandmother actually runs it.

Danganronpa Alternate (Reboot, in need of new players)

I'll be making up a new character soon~ ^^ Thanks for the reserve~

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Noah hadn’t gotten as much information as he had liked, but it was a start. The boy sat up from the hospital bed and looked down at his watch, it still was only 1:13 AM. No one would be up for hours, which meant new information would be scarce. Noah took a quick look at the handbook he had studied dutifully and switched to the map section. It hadn’t been very different from his own previous game, but he still wanted to find any dissimilarity that he could. After scrolling through the different floor plans, he decided to go have a look himself. The small Biologist stepped out of the bed, slipped on his clothes, and quietly let himself out of his room on the second floor.

It wasn’t too hard to move quietly as Noah already normally stepped as light as a feather. The more vibration on the ground, the more chance a beaker would fall and break, so Noah had tried to change his step accordingly. Of course, these countermeasures didn’t do much good when it came to his spatial awareness. He still seemed to run into tables and knock over piles of books in the Study, or run into one of the chairs in the waiting room of the first floor hospital wing. He had dismissed the vault and ‘Alice Parker’ for the moment, wanting to look into it with a fresh pair of eyes in the morning. As he wrote down notes in the notebook he found in the Store, he thought back to last night’s events.

After the words from Daimyon, the Biologist knew he wasn’t the only one who thought Juliette looked petrified. He had given the two new Infinites his introduction and then stirred the Horologist towards the break room with the Infinite Caretaker and Politician. There they had enjoyed a nice cup of tea and had gotten a quick summary of the killing game’s events from Cyrus. Noah went over the rules with Juliette, trying to read between the lines, but alas, he would have to hear everyone’s accounts before he could really understand what happened.

The Patient’s Quarter’s in both games were pretty much the same, but the ‘attractions’ were a bit different. The cave-like like structure called “Aladdin’s Palace” the most curious of them all. Noah took a quick scan of the normal amenity rooms and quickly finished up, noting that the kitchen was closed off during nighttime. The boy went back to his room and slipped inside, dropping off his coat and other apparel before hopping into bed. The room was dark, but not completely blackened. It was filled with experimental equipment and powders, almost identical to the room he had lived in in his last killing game. But nothing was rearranged, which meant any experiment he had been working on would have to be started anew.

When he woke up a few hours later to the morning announcement. He set an alarm on his watch and got up before heading into the shower. He would need something to wake him up and Noah knew the coffee would probably be awful compared to his own dabblings. After a quick shower, the boy did the bare minimum to dry off his hair and got changed before heading out for Juliette’s room. After using the Handbook to find her room number- or should it be letter? He arrived and gave the door a polite knock.

Noah was still worried about her. She hadn’t been injured, but her psychological state had been shot, turning phantom symptoms into reality. With the sleeping drug came fatigue, a slight inflammation in the throat, dizziness, and a bad headache. It was a wonder that the girl had been able to stay up as long as she had with those symptoms and almost having a panic attack. The Biologist was used to some of the symptoms and had come up with coping mechanisms, but a normal girl? That was just a horrendous combination. The boy would have liked to give a follow up to his examination but after last night... he might be pushing it.

The Horologist herself found herself having been awake for hours before the morning announcement, sitting at the small desk in her assigned quarters (thankfully the layout of Axis Mundi was much better understood after a debriefing the evening prior over tea) with an assortment of watchmaker tools and trinkets spread out before her. She had managed to get her wristwatch to work again (it required a little winding and a replacement battery, all of which was suspiciously provided in her chambers) and was in the midst of fixing her pocket-watch. As she did, she too reflected on the events of the evening prior.

The most memorable Infinite was Noah, for he was not only a new arrival, but someone who assisted her in understanding her surroundings. She had quickly scanned over the E-handbook and been dismissive of it, putting it away the first chance she got. She only pulled it up again when locations and rules were being mulled over and discussed. It wasn’t difficult to understand, but Juliette would do well to commit the rules and the locations to memory as soon as possible.

As for the most memorable event? It was when the Infinite Biologist had attempted a check-up.

Let's get physical~

As the two older infinites left the Break Room, Noah took another glance around the area. He had already paced around the room while talking to the others, but now he was observing the area with a goal in mind. “This room doesn’t exactly seem fitting for my purposes, nor have I yet seen an adequate hospital room. The map says there’s a Locker Room next door, shall we go?” He got up from his chair and opened the inside connecting room, inside there was a bench that would do perfectly. “As I said before, I want to examine you to check your health levels, is that okay?” He took a seat on the bench and patted the spot beside him.

“It depends on what the examination entails,” Juliette replied cautiously, peeking into the locker room and only stepping in when Noah did. She remained on-alert still, mulling over the thought that this person had been in a killing game like this before, and that he knew more about how to escape than she did. He could very easily murder her here in the locker room, this person that she had only just met…
...and yet, she nodded curtly and sat herself down a fair distance away from the Biologist on the bench. Her bright eyes scanned the room for anything that looked like a weapon, but when none was found, she turned back to the man with her.
“What will you do?”

He took a second to run through the different steps in his head, “I’ll need to check on how your lungs are operating- Oh and if you could tell me any history of disease in the family while I’m examining you, that would be spectacular- I’ll need to check for internal bleeding and bruising which includes a pat down. We need to check if your joints aren’t damaged. A reflex test and signs of head trauma. I’m worried you might have been mistreated when they brought you here and if you have any kind of infection. I can’t do much with my instruments right now, but I can at least do an adequate baseline.”

He grabbed out a few things from his coat’s large pockets: A bottle of salt and a lightweight microscope. “I am not a licensed doctor, but I will do what I can.” It was only after grabbing everything that he looked up at her with focused eyes, “Shall we proceed?”

An uncomfortable silence lingered between the two as the young woman carefully wrapped her arms around herself. If Noah noticed, he would see her shudder. Her reply was short, and characteristically to the point. “Joints, yes. Reflexes, yes. Head, yes. The rest, I exercise my right to refuse.” Her eyes found the Biologist’s, and almost pleaded with him to comply. Her knuckles paled as she hugged herself a little tighter and shuffled an inch or two away from him. When she realised she was being suspiciously unapproachable, she corrected herself, replacing herself to her previous spot and even moving the same amount of inches closer to him on the bench. Her body was a small frame, smaller still with the way she was huddled up now, and it looked as if she would collapse if manhandled even slightly.

The Biologist stared at her for a second while he tried to decipher what she was so worried about. At work, he usually conversed with other men and women of biology that weren’t the least bit shy... But that was the problem, wasn’t it? Rearranging his face into an embarrassed blush, he quickly apologized, “Oh-! Um yes... I’m sorry to act so insensitive... Let’s try this instead. For your limbs, I’ll ask you to run a hand down each with light pressure and you can tell me if anything hurts. That will do finely, however, I really do wish to check if your lungs are okay. All I plan to do is press my stethoscope against your back while I ask you to take deep breaths, hopefully that isn’t too invasive?” He gave her a look of apology, mixed in with some puppy dog eyes. He needed to know if anything from the drug had triggered inflammation or clogging which could be very bad indeed.

“I-I'm fine, I promise.” Juliette replied, only wilting more at his gentle coaxing. It wasn't that she didn't want him to check her lungs, like he kept saying, it was just that she...couldn't. “Please believe me. You do not need to do that.”
She pushed a tuft of her coppery hair behind an ear and flashed a shaky smile at her companion. She even went as far as to place her hand gently on top of one of his, but only held it there for a few seconds before withdrawing it into herself again. “Um, do I do it like this…?”
Quick to change the subject, she ran each opposite hand down each arm, and though she was stiff, nothing felt especially sore. Then came her legs, and here she was more precise. Her hands slid up the velveteen stockings, and stopped only on a bruise on her right thigh. She seemed cross, pressing her fingers into it analytically and wincing when it hurt. Of course she could also still see the bruise blossoming under the relatively dark fabric of the stockings, so it was not a cause for concern. “There is a bruise. But everything else is fine, Noah.”

There was no way Noah could keep pressing her like this without being on closer terms with her, so he dropped the lungs part. He couldn’t help noticing how she was using several disarming techniques to shut him up either. Noah’s eyebrows creased for a second before he moved on to observe her. He nodded to her question and let her continue, “So nothing on the arms, got it.” As she went along her legs, he noticed the wince. More than how painful it was, he wanted to try and figure out how she got it there. He have to remember it and go over what could have happened later. “If it bothers you in the future I’d ice it. Luckily it’s in a simple spot that won’t cause much of a fuss. You don’t seem to be in pain when moving around your joints, but I would recommend doing some light exercises in the morning to help get the stiffness out of them.” He grabbed at the stethoscope around his neck, “Can I check your pulse?”

“Exercises,” here she cringed. Somehow, that was never her cup of tea, “I'll definitely need to. This stiffness is...bothersome.” When he asked for her pulse, she held out her hand and pulled back her labcoat. It was the hand free of the wristwatch, for convenience’s sake. She carefully studied the Biologist, and in her mind toyed with his potential motives. Why would he help her in this place? And with medical training, or a semblance of it, was he also working with the people at Axis Mundi secretly?
It was at that moment she flushed a little and realised that she forgot something crucial: She hadn't yet even spoken a word of thanks to this man, who was concerned about her health and determined to patch her up.
“Um…” she began, her voice soft and delicate, reminiscent not of the prior and familiar conciseness but instead of soft petals, “...thank you for taking care of me, Noah. I am sorry to make you worry and burden you like this. It means very much...that you take time out to do this, for someone like me.”

He set the end of the stethoscope onto her wrist and used his watch to count the beats. Her heartbeat was elevated, but matched well with the other Infinities he had checked while in his previous game. Trust was even worse there then it appeared to be here, so Noah believed it accurate enough to use the same data. If only he had been able to grab his notebook in his old room, then he’d actually have some feeling like comfort in a place like this.

Oh, her heart rate suddenly boosted up. Noah noticed her flushed face as he brought his eyes up to check on her. A simple gesture of thanks would have sufficed, but wasn’t necessary, for her to go out of her way... Now it was his turn to blush. “'Someone like you'? Miss Juliette, as someone also in the research field, you cannot berate yourself this way, it would be a shame. While it may sound demented, the people who have kidnapped us for this ‘game’ have done so because they believe we are special. So please don’t think ‘someone like me,’ but rather just 'thank you.'”

But that didn’t exactly come out the way the Biologist would have liked, “What I meant to say was, oh, well, you’re welcome.” He let her wrist go as he set his stuff down. “Now, if we could check your senses,” the boy picked up the bottle of salt, “I just want to check your sense of taste. Usually when one is under the weather, they can’t taste very well. We can try this again in the morning with normal food since I don’t have a smelling salt and that deals a lot with taste, but if you could taste this and tell me if you notice anything out of the ordinary.”

Seeing the boy fumble after what was definitely a moving declaration, an unfamiliar sound filled the small locker room. It was the sound of the Infinite Horologist’s laughter: soft and melodic, and tinkling like a dozen little bells. “...you are charming and strange, indeed.” Her body evidently relaxed more, even though he had just asked her to ingest something that could have been poison. She looked him right in the eye, gritted her teeth and asked the boy to pour some in her hand, which she smelled first to confirm the contents, then tasted. “It is salt,” her response was flat and matter-of-fact, and she looked to contemplate the taste of salt for the first time in her life, it would seem. “It really is salt. It tastes...like salt.”
Brilliant deduction skills aside, of course.

The smaller boy beamed, “Marvelous!” Even if he couldn’t check her lungs, her taste test was a great redeemer on whether she was sick or not. Noah went on to check her reflexes with a standard knee test. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, and he was just finishing with an eye test by making her follow his pen with her eyes. “Alrighty, last but not least I’d like to check for head trauma.” He slipped his instruments in his pockets and stood up, moving to stand in front of her, “This um, well. I’ll need to check your head for any bumps, may I?”

“You may.”
Juliette glanced up at the boy, taller where he stood before her now, and offered him as reassuring a smile as she could manage, to convince him that she truly was alright. In fact, she took one of his hands into both of hers and placed it square in the centre of her head, atop her hair that had once been luscious and bouncy but was now limp, yet soft. While his hand was in hers, she committed to memory the hardness of them. They were like hers, dainty and well-accustomed to delicate work, but also well-worn, indicating the boy's time spent using them. Fascinating, especially with a face that looked like it could be at least ten years her junior. “How old are you?” the question tumbled out, blatantly disregarding social cues and being driven by sheer curiosity. Her eyes met the boy's again, curious and with a familiar scientist's inquisitiveness in them.

Slightly surprised by her forwardness, he felt the soft hair on the top of her head. It wasn’t very well maintained at the moment, but that could be said about all the Infinites inside. The soap at Axis Mundi hadn’t been the best and Noah assumed that the game used the same kind. He started to feel around her head with one of his hands, knowing that not every head is going to be perfectly round. Her hair felt as though it hadn’t been washed that day, but that was only apparent because of the thinness of her hair. There didn’t seem to be any unordinary bumps, but he wanted to make sure, his hand moving in a light circular movement.

The woman, complying and quite enjoying the careful attention, sat still with her eyes never quite leaving his. She would never, however, admit to enjoying it. That would be almost...suicidal!

There it was, the question he was never sure how to answer right. Sometimes Noah would answer truthfully and people would be appalled, other times he was lie and get found out. In order to establish more control in his previous game, he had been truthful and Noah felt he’d need to be truthful to get on Juliette’s good side. “26.” He let his hand drop away as he said so, looking into her curious eyes. He had noticed her contacts earlier and he took this moment to also see if they changed her eye color at all.

But what did she see? If you looked close enough, anyone could tell that his right eye color was brighter than his left. It followed his left perfectly fine, but had a sort of dead look to it that you wouldn’t expect to normally find. Why did it look so foreign in the Biologist’s head?

Juliette's response to his curt admission was, again, far from socially acceptable, and much closer to socially awkward. She couldn't help it, though...it just tumbled out, again! “Are you sure?” Quickly correcting herself, she too fumbled, attempting a quick recovery, “I mean. You look much younger. I could not have guessed you were older than me, but you are. Forgive me. Of course you're...sure.”
She avoided his gaze with another embarrassed flush, but her eyes met his again when he spoke. She did catch onto his two-toned eyes, and trying to wrack her brain for an answer to what it could be that caused it, she absently reached a hand out and brushed her fingertips against his right cheek, under the almost alien iris.

“May I ask, What injury did you incur to get sent to Axis Mundi?”

“My health is not the best, but I had very bad migraines.” She bit her lip a little, “I don't know what caused them, so I came to Axis Mundi to find out. What about you?”

He wasn’t used to that response. Usually he would get it when he had been in college, but then again, he had gone to college a little earlier than most. He gave a small laugh, “I’m sure.” He wasn’t too much taller than her when she was sitting down, but he had bent over a little during his examination. She didn’t have any trouble bringing her hand up. His eyes moved in between the two of hers, trying to guess what she was thinking. Noah usually forgot about his eye all the time after all, so it escaped him.

His face cheek was warm underneath her hand, which soon became obvious because he was blushing like mad. “It was kind of stupid actually, not the wound itself, but the way I handled it.” He brought his left arm up between them and there was a line of scab wounds coloring the surface, “I burned myself with some chemicals and then didn’t get it treated until a few hours later. I bit dangerous on my part, but I got the results I needed.” He reached out to touch the hand against his cheek, but he again didn’t want to spook her.

“It looks rather painful,” the Horologist’s eyes grew sad. She did not like seeing anyone in pain, but was at least glad that the scabs were forming. That would indicate that it had been some time since he had been to the hospital. She only wished that there was some way to know for sure how long she had been out for. The texture of her hair was hardly any indication...but that was not important at the moment.

She felt warmth both under and on top of her hand, and felt prompted to begin her next question, “Your eye…?”
She did not recoil this time when he placed his hand on hers. Instead, she accepted it, with a tenderness in her voice and a mixture of concern and a persistent curiosity still. Her question was open-ended, though, as she could not formulate any further. She only hoped he understood her implication.

With her acceptance, he placed his hand fully on top of hers, “...It’s made of glass, I can’t actually see anything on this side.” He thought about taking it out to show her, but was worried she’d freak out. “Strangely enough, it doesn’t look to me like I can only see half of what you can, but more like I have an eye in the middle of my head-” It was probably too much information for her, so he decided to stop, “I lost my eye a few years ago during an experiment, it’s nothing I’m too sensitive about.”

Blinking twice in succession, Juliette didn't miss a beat. She actually moved her fingers up to test her companion's words, daring to rub them over the surface. And he was correct, as she was met with cool glass that made her cheeks blanche. It was so...strange, not feeling the familiar moist, spongy texture that eyes were made of. “It really is glass. It's beautiful.”
She didn't quite care if he found her compliment strange, but withdrew her fingers. Instead, with his hand cupped over hers, she stroked his cheek with them. Was this...sympathy? “I would not have guessed. You still work meticulously and precisely, even with it missing. I both admire and envy your ability. You are quite amazing, Noah.”

Another genuine smile, before the Horologist stood up from where she sat and straightened her labcoat. How much time had passed…? Quite much!
“Um…” she began, taking out her E-handbook and showing it to Noah, “Our rooms are…?” They both showed up together, of course they would be situated close to each other if that was how it worked. I think...sleep will do us well.”

Noah didn’t quite expect to get the complement. Perhaps it was because she was a scientist like him that she found his eye so fascinating. While he was used to getting this close to people out of necessity, this felt a bit more intimate and left him a little embarrassed. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Miss Juliette...”

After she stood up, Noah took a moment to brush off his coat and check to see if he had left anything. “Most of the drug will flush out of our symptoms by the morning so sleep will definitely do our bodies some good. Seems that the newer Infinites are to sleep on floor two. Shall we?” He opened the door and motioned her through.

“Good morning…” Juliette yawned, opening the door to face her companion from the evening prior. The tone of her voice turned the statement into a question, and though she looked better than the last time the two had spoken, it was now that the fatigue hit her like a truck and caused all her limbs to ache dully. Or perhaps the adrenaline had finally worn off.

“Good morning, Miss Juliette. How are you feeling? Hungry?” He took a short glance at the bedroom behind her, though the room wasn’t very illuminated. Mostly different clock components and the like. He gave the taller girl a smile, “I can smell the bacon from here if you’d like to join me for some breakfast.”

“...!” Immediately, formerly dull icy eyes lit up from behind black rimmed spectacles that she found in her room that were the perfect lenses. “Yes!” she interjected before catching both herself and her protesting stomach. “Please. Yes. Food…”
Again, her gut growled in firm agreement. If Noah would have noticed, she was dressed haphazardly, as if having woken suddenly and gotten to work right away and mindlessly. Still, it did not seem to bother her, even though her labcoat was inside out and a few buttons remained unbuttoned on the top of her blouse and just about revealed the lavender and lacy border of her b-
“...I would like that, yes. Thank you…"

It took a few moments of Noah’s head processing her attire to realize she might be embarrassed later by how she looked, “Miss- um, you might want to fix your clothes. First impressions are rather important and we’ll be meeting quite a few of our new colleagues so...” He coughed, “I’ll be out here.” He closed the door on her and stood in the hall. No one was really milling about, but he could hear sounds coming from the distant resort on their floor. Noah looked down at his own clothes and although they were rumpled, he hadn’t gotten into his chemicals so the coat still looked pristine and white.

“Mn…?” the Horologist was initially confused, but a look in the mirror provided enough of a jolt to wake her up, coupled with washing her face over again to try and cool the manic blush on her cheeks, because did she really just-
“Um. Thank you.” she reappeared out the door, looking more put together than before. She still wore the spectacles but was more presentable, for sure. “...let us go.” And that would be that, and she would pretend the former incident had never happened.

“Let’s~! I’m starving,” While his earlier attitude was a bit more analytical, now that everyone was awake, breakfast time would be perfect for getting to know everyone’s personalities. The Biologist started for the Diner along with Juliette and as they arrived they watched two Infinites leave. Trying to identify them by just their backs, Noah gave a quick glance at his Handbook, “I wonder where those two are off to...” He murmured, then grabbed for the Diner door.

When Noah opened it, a wave of delicious food brushed up his nose and even his own stomach growled. He could hear movement further in through the kitchen, but didn’t see too many of the infinites in the seating room itself. That’s when they heard the unforeseen announcement.

“They must be over there.” Juliette voiced her thoughts, almost as if having read Noah's as well. Of course, she was referencing the study for this so-called coalition meeting. But it was a curious decision to make between food and socialising. Since both were equally important, she offered up a suggestion, “Should we take our plates over to the study? Are we allowed to? It isn't far, I think.”

His stomach growled again, signalling support to her argument, “I suppose it won’t matter much, it’s not like the others probably have a say anyway. I’ll probably just make a breakfast sandwich out of what’s available and get going. Let’s hurry though! I want to hear what they have to say!” With that he hurried ahead of Juliette and into the kitchen.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Noah Adam Dyer

🔬𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲:

Noah Adam Dyer

🔬𝗔𝗴𝗲:

26

🔬𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁:

Infinite Forensics Biologist: With many of his early career days spent in blooded darkened apartments and back alleys, Noah put his biology skills to the test solving homicides. He was known for being able to track someone based on the residual soil that came off their shoes. Later on, Noah gained his Infinite by coming up with new methods to help preserve crime scenes and evidence to be more easily analyzed in a lab environment at a later time. While the initiative defined him with this title, Noah loves to explore and research in related fields.

🔬𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲:

Noah had been attempting to concoct his own hair dye, and the experiment had been successful... But there didn't seem to be any way to reverse it. Noah keeps his hair long in the back because some skin next to his roots is also dyed. Besides that, he has brown eyes and looks a lot younger than he actually is. His outfit always includes a white lab coat with a fuzzy v-neck sweater underneath. A pity that his outfits don't last very long. At the height of 5'5" he always seems to be getting head pats for some reason. It's a great behavior to look more into, he supposes.

🔬𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:

Noah had been doing a routine experiment when an assistant bumped into him holding a flask of liquid that once came into contact with his skin, it gave him a nasty chemical burn on his left arm. While it may sting a lot, it doesn't interfere with him moving his arm around and he delayed a few hours before strolling over to the emergency room.

🔬𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆:

Noah is an idealist, but also a realist. A combination of STEM and imagination. Noah loves to learn in his own way, at his own chosen time. Because of this, he may leave projects for later to move onto new topics, creating a large pile of leftover hopes and dreams.
Noah is a bit of a hoarder, he loves to collect anything he may find useful in the future, even if he can't find it later. Observing, analysis, everything is a question that must have some kind of explanation. While he may have been rewarded for his theories in forensics, Noah has a deep understanding of human behavior and animal instinct.

Noah loves both participant observation and nonparticipant observation. Because he's such an inquisitive rascal, he may not take things as seriously as others would like. He always seems to be happy in some way, but that's because he's always thinking up new ideas and that's his passion. It's also not exactly that Noah is clumsy, he just doesn't have the best space perception. He isn't the type to trip himself, but running into corners of tables or into people isn't that odd either. Noah's reflexes have become slightly heightened to combat this, but it seems that coffee tables always win the war.

🔬𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮:

-Noah has a second laboratory on a University campus so that he can observe college students as much as he likes.
-Noah has been invited to speak at many seminars, but he usually runs off before his allotted time is up.
-When he was a child, he also had a "adopted" brother named Noah so his family called him by his second name, Adam. With this, his nickname soon became "Atom" with his fascination with science.
-Believes that hugs are a great treatment to increase endorphin levels and treatment should be completed regularly.

🔬Color:

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Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

"Oh, so that wasn't some weird dream..." Sitting up from his bed, Deimo looked around at his new room, rubbing his eyes out of drowsiness. "Once again, fantastic." He sarcastically muttered. Searching through his jacket pockets, the pianist pulled out a small journal. "Atleast I still have this with me." Deimo chuckled, stuffing it back into his pocket.

"Now, what to do here first..." Henry thought to himself, geting out of bed.

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The ost gets a little too powerful, but I couldn't stop myself

Ice hadn't done much after the trial, basically getting to his room and unwrapping his chain before going to bed. All he wanted to do was shut down, not get anymore involved with what he had been feeling during the trial. Scenes continued to replay in his head along with other memories of Mercy, trying to figure out if there was any sign of her mental illness. After a while of tossing and turning, he had banged his head against the pillow and swore, not really trying to injure himself, but to knock the thoughts out of his brain. Thoughts of Alice's fight with Noel that would sure continue to escalate, thoughts of Felix dead on the floor, thoughts of Max's switch going off and... T-Thoughts of-

Ice stood up and started doing exercises, anything that his body would allow him to do. After a while of still being alone to his thoughts, he had left his room to go get some water. He started for the break room and found the group of infinites loitering around the elevators. New faces dotted throughout the group, but Ice only glanced over at them. Instead of going to the break room he went into the boy's bathroom instead and drank from the faucet, before throwing his head under the water too. Finally rid of any wayward thoughts, Ice had gone back to his room and gone to sleep with his hair still wet.

When the Blood Donor finally awoke, he came back to reality almost instantenously. His body had shaken itself out of a nightmare he couldn't remember, but he could still feel the pain it had brought him in his heart. Ice got up, combing his fingers through his hair, only to find it super unruly and out of place. Any other time he would have at least wet it down, but after last night's ordeal he refused. The Blood Donor grabbed at his handbook to look at the new infinites, but found he didn't have the motivation to go through with it.

He laid back down on the bed for a bit, having not yet heard the morning announcement. His eyes scanned the room that had long since been devoid of much of its original materials. All the halloween-like blood decorations had been thrown into a pile in the corner and suitcase contents was thrown about on his desk. Angry at his own poor management, he started to reorganize. After a few minutes of meandering the morning announcement finally came on. Ice grabbed at his handbook to finally look at the new infinites and set to scrolling through their profiles while sitting on his bed. The tiny Biologist reminded him a bit too much of Erin, making him flinch when his picture came up. The Horologist would be someone to look into later, but he only took a quick glance at her profile. The Infinite Gunslinger looked to be a bit of a handfull and someone to watch out for and-

Ice's breath caught, the face staring back up at him from the lit up screen looked familiar- yet not. As he scanned down the Infinite Pianist's profile, his eyes fell on his last name: Masson. Profanity after profanity slipped from Ice's haggard throat. He threw his handbook at the bed and slipped his good hand over his face. Why did he have to be here?!

Only a few minutes after, there was a banging at Deimo's door. Not something as simple as a friendly knock, but a loud hammering of someone desperate for the door to just stop existing.

"Henry!"

"The hell?" Deimo nearly jumped when he heard someone knocking a bit more violently than usual at the door. "Hold on a sec! Just quick trying to break the door down! Jesus..." He quickly opened the door and looked at the unfamiliar blood donor. "Yes?"

Ice took a long look to despairingly confirm his suspicions. Certain characteristics matched up well with Alice's and his overall short stature matched well too. Seeing as how he matched his picture in the Handbook's profile, this only but confirmed it. Hesitant to confirm the reality of the situation, he let out a breathless, "Henry Masson, correct?" He was sweating through his bandages and his heart was racing far too much for his disease's liking. If he didn't calm down he might have to worry about passing out again.

Henry nodded. "Yeah... Uh, are you okay there, dude?" He asked, taking note of Ice's nervousness.

"Come with me," Ice ordered while gripping onto the tie around his neck. "It's... important." What would she think? Would she blame the messenger? This was too much right after Mercy had died. Ice didn't know if he could support her through all of this, but he would certainly try.

"...Um, okay?" Deimo nodded, walking out of his room. He didn't have any plans, but wasn't sure if he should let his guard down yet. "Lead the way, I guess."

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She didn't even bother sleeping.

After meeting up with Parker, Alice had retreated to her room, and didn't come out since. She stayed up all night, looking back to when her old friend was murdered and beyond that. Once morning had arrived, the recon was staring idly at the ceiling.

She sat up from her bed, hugging her legs close to her. Alice couldn't stop thinking about Monokuma's closing argument, and how she didn't know that Mercy was more prone to self-harm than her. It couldn't be just that. Her friend's schitzophrenia driving her to do such a grim deed just didn't seem right somehow.

Maybe it was cause of the recon herself? She had been a shitty friend to Mercy. Maybe if Alice didn't leave her alone, she could've stopped her. If she treated the infinite plague doctor better, maybe she could've talked her out of self-harm. And if she even had some way to see the future, like Faith thought, maybe none of that would ever happen, and the party Krista had planned wouldn't have been ruined.

Either way, Alice couldn't shake off the feeling that all of it was her fault. A frown appeared on her face, as she held back the urge to sob again. Taking some deep breaths to calm down, she decided to get out of her room and play some piano at the music plaza. It always helped her vent out her frustrations.

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First the two of them headed down the stairs to the first floor before hearing the piano. When the notes started to play, Ice stopped for a second. If the strings had been dug out of the auditorium's piano, that meant there was only one place with a working piano. "Sound familiar?" He breathed, not able to stop himself from making a wise guy remark. The Blood Donor started up the stairs again before ending up in the resort. When they started to pass by the Diner, he stopped and pointed. "I'll be here if she needs me. Go get her, Boy Wonder."

Deimo raised a brow, before walking over to the music plaza. Looking closer at the girl playing on the piano, his eyes widened in shock. "Sis?" a grin appeared on the pianist's face, as he snuck up behind the recon, and waited till she was finished with the song.

She did feel a bit better after playing the piano, but Alice still felt guilt crawling on her back. "Damn it." She sighed. "What am I gonna do...?"

"Wow, you've really improved from last time, Sis!"

The recon quickly turned around to see her little brother, her eyes widening in supprise. The two stood in silence for a short moment, before Henry spoke up again. "Uh, Alice? You oka- AHH!!"

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Before the pianist could finish his sentence, Alice had tackled him into a hug. "Jesus, didn't think you've missed me that mu-"

"Shut up."

"Huh?"

"Just- Shut up, you little shit..." the recon chuckled in relief. Noticing a hint of sadness in her voice, he returned the hug. "Man, it's been awhile. You look like hell." The pianist remarked. "Been through hell too many times, really." Alice chuckled again, before pulling away from the hug. "So! Gonna introduce me to your friend here?" Henry nodded his head over to Ice.

Ice was trying his best to keep from intruding on their reunion. He was switching in between crossing his arms and uncrossing them while leaning against the far wall. A blush slipped over his cheeks, he didn't look like he was eavesdropping, did he? The poor guy internal fussing made him think he was coming off as creepy or awkward, when in reality it just looked like he was lost in thought.

"Oh, you met him before coming over here, didn't you?" Alice asked her brother, looking over to the blood donor. "More like he lead me to you." Deimo shrugged. "Huh. Hey, Ice, over here!" The recon waved over to her friend.

Trying to look at nonchalant as possible, Ice wiped at his brow and walked over. "....Hi." He bowed his head a little, feeling a whole lot taller than the two of them. He wanted to hug the recon, but felt like it wasn't his place to intrude. "I thought... well, I thought you'd want Boy Wonder here right away, since him being here can't be avoided."

Henry raised a brow again at the nickname. Boy Wonder? Did he look like a robin to him? The pianist was pretty sure he wasn't a robin. "Don't worry. Seeing Henry again is what I needed after..." Alice's smile faltered. "Anyways, Henry, this is Ice. Ice, you already know baby bro."The recon properly introduced the two, earning a light punch on the arm from her brother. "Nice to meet ya! I'm gonna assume that's a moniker you go by so..." Deimo crossed his arms in thought. "Would you mind if I referred to you as...I dunno, Winter?"

Moniker, huh. That was a great word that Ice would have to add to his everyday vocabulary.... He had been outshown by a kid. "I would indeed mind-" He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, "Just because I won't remember to respond to it." He gave a sigh and sat down on the piano bench, "I've already forgotten but, you taught Alice how to play piano, right?"

"That's right." Deimo replied. "Yet I'll never be as good as him- ow." Alice added, earning another punch on the arm.

Ice gave a small smile, "Well, she's really good. And um, I've heard a bit about you." He didn't know what else to say so he just clasped his hands together between his legs.

"Oh really?" Henry looked back over to his sister. "You've been talking about me?"

"Uh, y-yeah, a little..." Alice averted her look in embarrassment. "So what did she tell you?" The pianist looked back at Ice with a smirk.

For some reason, he didn't really like the smirk on his face considering it was at Alice's expense, "I was told about how you guys broke your mother's antiquity cabinet. Also that your pooch one ripped apart one of your coats to keep ya out of the storm. Strong companionship that buckeroo must've had. Now my question is..." He dipped his head closer to Henry in a conspiratorial manner, "What can you tell me about Alice that she's too embarrassed to say herself?" He let out the first real smile since he and the recon had played in the fountain, though it came off as rather devious.

"Oh yeah, I remember. Poor girl didn't want us to get drenched, but we had to leave either way. Had to buy a new coat after that, hahahah!" Henry laughed. The smirk on his face turned into a grin when Ice asked him about the recon. "Hm, there isn't really much I know she's embarrassed about, aside the fact that she loved fairies when she was younger." The pianist shrugged. "I mean, I can tell you about her old job, but it's not something embarrassing so..."

"No, she can chat with me about that on her own time," his devious smile slipped into a normal one as he thought of Deimo's statement. Fairies, huh? "The sparkly ruellas with wings? Mary used to have some of those, though my older sister always got mad at her for it. Something about religion or whatever..." His smile slipped as he remembered the gravity of the situation. "Okay shats, so you just woke up here right? Did you come from another game, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Wait, there are more of these?" Henry asked. "Anyways, last I remember before arriving was being transfered to another hospital. Then I found myself stuck in an elevator."

"I had a feeling that might happen..." Alice facepalmed. Oddly, she appeared worried when her brother mentioned her old job. Maybe it actually was embarrassing?

Setting aside Alice's actions, Ice's bore into Deimo's skull, he needed to get his point across, "Do not even think about leaving your room between midnight and one. That time is called the night of Carnage and anyone could try to kill you. Always have your guard up okay?" He turned to look at Alice, "Does he have any combat experience at all? We could have Calvin see about getting him a weapon for protection."

"Y-Yes, sir!" Henry quickly nodded. "Yeah, he taught me how to play piano, and I taught him self defense." Alice replied. "Don't worry about getting him a weapon though, I'll give him my cutlass."

The Blood Donor gave a sigh of relief, "Wait, if you give him the cutlass, what are you going to use?"

"I have a plan to get some more weapons." The recon explained, looking around to see if anyone was around to hear. "I talked with Parker last night. She told me there's a weapons chest in the mastermind's old room. I just have to break in during the next night of carnage." She added, lowering her voice to a near whisper, but loud enough for Ice to hear. Yet Parker's warning still stuck with her. Alice had to ask herself, should she really be telling the blood donor about her plans?

"That sounds really stupid... But intriguing, I'm in." Ice was all on board with doing anything stupid to get out of here. The weapons that Calvin made were created with cheap metal and weren't exactly the greatest. If they could get a hold of real, specially made weapons, they would be golden.

"Excelent. She told me most of the weapon aren't effective against the carnage sisters, but we'll have to look for anything with her name on it, especially a Ka-bar combat knife." Alice told her friend. "Wait, I just remembered. Max wanted us to meet him in Aladdin's Palace, think we should go?"

Ice nodded, "'Ight." He glanced over at the smaller boy, "You'd better take a number kiddo, Max isn't tip top right now and I'd hate to see you splattered on the wall." He pointed over to the Diner, "I bet Bliss'll be serving up some grub now."

"Yeah, yeah, I know to avoid people when they're in a stabby mood." Henry reassured Ice. "Glad to see you again, Sis. Really." The pianist gave the recon a warm smile, then walked into the diner. "Uh, should I go grab my cutlass just incase, or...?" Alice spoke up with some concern.

Ice took a glance around and nodded, "It's a killing game Alice, you never know when anyone will strike." After making sure she got the message, he scratched at the back of his neck, "Do you think he'll be okay?"

"Who? Henry?" Alice looked up at the blood donor, then over to the diner. "Yeah. It may not seem like it, but he's strong. And even if he wasn't, I'm not letting anyone hurt him, or you." The recon explained."Okay, I'll be right back!" She then ran back to her room to grab her weapon.

A small smile slipped onto Ice's lips as he watched her go, even though he didn't like the idea of her fighting for him. Would they be able to properly protect Henry? He was such a small boy. Then again, Ice hadn't been that big when he first became a lackey for the mafia either. He moved over so that he sat facing the piano and tried to remember what he knew about the keys. He did a simple scale, then the Blood Donor played this little song his younger sister had taught him, though only the right hand notes. He messed up a few times, but kept going anyway. Once he finished all he knew, he played it over again.

Sword in hand, Alice made her way back to the music plaza. When she saw Ice playing the piano, the recon slowed down her walking speed as she watched her friend, unaware of the smile on her face. Until she accidentally stumbled into the drums.

Ice's hands flew off the keys and he tried to get up so fast that the piano bench keeled over and Ice went along with it, almost face first. When he finally was able to rearrange himself onto his knees, he looked up, "You solid?" A deep blush of embarrassment flooded his face.

"I'm okay!" The recon gave him a quick thumbs up, before sitting up and dusting herself off. "Sorry for that, hahah..."

Ice got up as quickly as he dared, not wanting to trip over himself again and walked over before reaching out a hand to help her up. "I'd say pay more attention to your surroundings, but that would be rather hypocritical of me."

"I probably deserve it though. Bumped into a wall too many times to count, but this is ridiculous." Alice chuckled, grabbing his hand.

He pulled her up and then fixed the drums so they all stood up right, "Well um... ready to split?"

Alice nodded. "Right, let's go."

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Obviously, his first attempt at contact had been the wrong one. The taller girl looked absolutely terrified and confused, confirming Noah's suspicions that she was a new player. She didn't continue banging on the door, but the Biologist could hear steps splitting off from the rest in the distance. Juliette Bourbon had certainly gotten her wish. He opened his mouth to apologize, but at her pleading, he quickly shut it. After she explained herself, Noah quickly nodded, trying to seem apologetic enough, though he knew he'd be asking just as many questions in the future.

Noah let his hand go slack but typed out his observations of her behavior in his head. Very skittish, doesn't like to be touched. Probably better if he kept his distance a little and let Juliette come and engage with the Biologist on her own time. "Breathe deeply-" The advice slipped out of his mouth before he realized that she needed a bit of time to process. But he didn't have a bag if she started to hyperventilate.

A smile returned with a smile, Juliette was able to continue to take social cues even in her trying time, that was good, great in fact. Her body was stiff, seemingly more than Noah's was. His last killing game had been going on for quite some time, had she been drugged and stowed away for a long period of time. "Please, allow me to examine you later." He tried to clip himself off before he began questions to help his diagnosis.

"The nurses are robots built with firearm extensions to guard Dr. Killgood and punish anyone who disobeys the rules. As long as you don't go out during the night they won't harm you. With your disposition, I would give yourself a few days before deciding whether to jump into the fray." Noah tried to keep his explanation short and sweet, speaking slowly and with extra pronunciation. "Dr. Killgood, also known as Monokuma, is a toy created by the mastermind to deal with us directly. If you try to attack it, it'll blow you to pieces so I wouldn't go near it with a ten-foot pole." He tried adding a bit of his own perceptions to seem more relatable and his smile grew more genuine.

The first Infinite came onto the scene, Thomas Herringson, the Infinite Biomechanic. Noah's eyes sparkled slightly as he zeroed in on the other boy. The intrigue billowing off the Biologist slipped out before Noah could contain his curious nature. He got a hold of himself before anyone besides Thomas saw, but Noah was slightly troubled all the same. So much for his first impression.

The second Infinite did seem to be well-endowed and he tried to keep the worried gaze off his face. Suffocation would be imminent if he didn't take any countermeasures. While the girl did seem like she needed an endorphin boost, the Biologist didn't want to dig his own grave by helping her. Better to keep his distance as much as possible. As his brain ticked away at his new list, he brought up her infinite: the Infinite Caretaker. While he would like to record her experiences, he didn't want to be alone with her, less a body discovery announcement go off.

In the meantime, more were arriving, so he tried to keep his face neutral. The Infinite Poet was a bit more fascinating, but for one main reason, he would have probably recorded everything that had happened. With both the notes of the Infinite Reporter and the Poet, he might have a coherent plotline even before he asked everyone and got their biases. "Correct, but she-"

"Jesus Christ, of course they are."

One of the feisty ones. With the gauntlets around his arms, he might be strong too. The Infinite Metalworker, a great asset to the group. The emotions read on his face matched well with Emily's making him think a tragedy had just occurred. Would it be a strange coincidence that they had just finished a Night of Carnage or trial? While new Infinites usually came sometime after each trial, he had no idea how things worked in another game. But alas, Noah really had to stop only staring at one person for too long before they thought he was creepy.

Noah gave Juliette a small glance before realizing she was staring at him helplessly. How long had she been looking at him?! Oh dear, his own social cues were getting all discombobulated. The taller girl came closer, looking terrified by all the new individuals. This was his chance! With his smile returning, he took the smallest step in front of her, moving himself in between her and the older Infinites. "Excuse me, Sir Poet, I assume you didn't get to hear our introductions. My name is Noah Dyer, I'm the Infinite Forensic Biologist. If you don't mind me asking, what time is it here? I can't have been knocked out very long." He glanced back at Juliette, "I'm not so sure about my friend here though. Some water would probably do us both some good." He gave a quick nod to the other Infinites, hoping he didn't come off as rude. First impression expectations could make or break relationships.

The way Juliette was pushing herself still worried the smaller boy. She didn't seem to do too well in crowds, but with the extenuating circumstances, there may be no correlation. The last to arrive made him want to protect the fragile Juliette even more. Had the game really done so much to the man in the picture? He looked ready to start his own coup d'etat. Juliette was quick to answer, but it only took a moment for him to zero in on her fingers. Noah reached for them, but stopped himself. The girl didn't like to be touched after all. "I come from another game, right after a trial so I'm without all my equipment. I'd like to get as much information as I can about this version and if someone could give me a hand in explaining to Miss Juliette, that would be appreciated. I look forward to working with you to avoid the death of us all."

Noah tried to think of anything else to add, "I'm about as qualified as a school nurse, but please make use of me. In exchange for information of course!" His curiousity showed through the gleaming in his eyes. Or wait- only one eye?

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Something seemed a bit off like it hadn't been the last time. Something that Noah couldn't put his finger on. He felt around the small elevator, taking a whiff here and there, sitting in several different positions. Even did a handstand until he realized what was missing.

He was alone.

Well, it was very dissimilar from the last time he had been in an elevator such as this. Last time he had woken up in an elevator, the Biologist had sat next to a sobbing old lady, she had taken all of his attention. Noah had been horrified of whether she would suffocate herself to death with her own fear. After examining her, Noah could tell whoever had taken them had pulled quite a few wires out of her body, so there could have been problems with her lungs already. And she had screamed rather loudly when the two-toned ursidae had showed up on the mounted television.

But now he was completely alone. Again, this wasn't too unexpected as he had seen Infinites arrive by themselves before, had sat outside the elevator doors after each trial and gone through his rudimentary speel, but this was the first time he had been alone in many hours with how long the last trial had taken...

Noah didn't feel very rested at all, but that always seemed a side affect of chemically-induced sleep. The lack of REM sleep always was a big pill to swallow for the rest of his body, but the Biologist would have to deal with it somehow. He slipped back into a sitting position with his back rested against the wall, his head tilted up to see the screen as he waited for the announcement to begin.

The boy fiddled around with the items in his pockets to see if anything was missing from the last game, hoping his things would be returned... But that came to be a disappointment. His set of earplugs and wire were missing, expected, but poorly received. They had been stowed away as evidence in the last Class Trial, so now he appeared to be weaponless as well as prone to loud music.

The TV's static brought Noah back to the world around him. Faces, infinites, and names slipped on and off and Noah tried his best to get as much of the information as he could to stick in his brain. After leaving the elevator he would have to find paper or else the primacy effect would be null. The two that stood out the most to him were complete opposites: Faith Lambert and Thomas Herringson. Intrigue immediately sprouted in Thomas because of his scientific background, but really, Noah wanted to know the ins and outs to how Faith matched people up. What was the thought process behind it and could it be matched with a formula

Knowledge of the victims would be imperative as well, especially how they died. Did the group in this game get along and what were the relationships between each other? Were they standing together as one or had they created factions? A small smile fixed on Noah's face as he finished collecting as much data as he could into his brain. Buildings were boring with steorotypical designs and blueprints, but finding out how people ticked was always a fascination for the small scientist.

As the doors opened and Noah moved past the words "ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE", Noah couldn't help but feel his chest feel fuller than it had been since he first arrived at Axis Mundi.

A gasp came from his right and Noah slipped his head through the opening to scout the area. The sound of footsteps could be heard coming closer, but for now it seemed as though only he and a girl were in the vicinity. She didn't look that much taller than him, so he wouldn't have to worry about his head only coming up to her chest. That may be awkward for the both of them.

Noah cringed as she banged against the doors. This would probably be the most oportune time to step out, but he wanted to see what she would do next. But after a while, it didn't seem like she would be stopping anytime soon so he stepped out, trying to wipe the smile off his face. He soon settled for smiling reassuringly.

"Hello Juliette Bourbon, my name is Noah. Your name sounds french, are you native there? Because based off your accent you sound- Oh- um, yeah, off topic. I'm not quite sure what day or time it is, but judging from my symptoms, I've only been out for an hour or two. It was later in the day in the last game so I'm assuming it's around late nightime now, does that help? Are you new to the Killing Game? If not, this will go a lot more smoothly for you, but then again, distrust is a heavy side-effect..." He rambled on a little bit before pausing and realizing his questions might be unwanted. His hand gently came up to pull the girl's hand away from the door. "It might be best not to alert the nurses with the all the banging, they can come off a little... feisty."

My Personal Unfinished Business

My Personal Unfinished Business

From "Tower of Carnage" By BrokenPromise



🔬𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲:

Noah Adam Dyer

🔬𝗔𝗴𝗲:

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🔬𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁:

Infinite Researcher: As the name suggests, the Infinite Researcher moves to find the laws and behaviors of this world. Having the need to find out how DNA operates to how a raven looks like a writing desk, Noah wishes to find out how everything ticks. His talent was discovered because one of his projects was fruitful in the science field.

🔬𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲:

Noah had been attempting to concoct his own hair dye, and the experiment had been successful... But there didn't seem to be any way to reverse it. Noah keeps his hair long in the back because some skin next to his roots is also dyed. Besides that, he has brown eyes and looks a lot younger than he actually is. His outfit always includes a white lab coat with a fuzzy v-neck sweater underneath. A pity that his outfits don't last very long. At the height of 5'5" he always seems to be getting head pats for some reason. It's a great behavior to look more into, he supposes.

🔬𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:

Noah had been doing a routine experiment when an assistant bumped into him holding a flask of liquid that once came into contact with his skin, it gave him a nasty chemical burn on his left arm. While it may sting a lot, it doesn't interfere with him moving his arm around and he delayed a few hours before strolling over to the emergency room.

🔬𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆:

Noah is an idealist, but also a realist. A combination of STEM and imagination. Noah loves to learn in his own way, at his own chosen time. Because of this, he may leave projects for later to move onto new topics, creating a large pile of leftover hopes and dreams.
Noah is a bit of a hoarder, he loves to collect anything he may find useful in the future, even if he can't find it later. Observing, analysis,

Noah loves both participant observation and nonparticipant observation. Because he's such an inquisitive rascal, he may not take things as seriously as others would like. He always seems to be happy in some way, but that's because he's always thinking up new ideas and that's his passion. It's also not exactly that Noah is clumsy, he just doesn't have the best space perception. He isn't the type to trip himself, but running into corners of tables or into people isn't that odd either. Noah's reflexes have become slightly heightened to combat this, but it seems that coffee tables always win the war.

🔬𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮:

-Noah has a second laboratory on a University campus so that he can observe college students as much as he likes.
-Noah has been invited to speak at many seminars, but he usually runs off before his allotted time is up.
-When he was a child, he also had a "adopted" brother named Noah so his family called him by his second name, Adam. With this, his nickname soon became "Atom" with his fascination with Science.
-Believes that hugs are a great treatment to increase endorphin levels and treatment should be completed regularly.

🔬Color:

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