BrokenPromise

Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@Shifter_Master They would get a dark weapon, a mental mutation, and a power I would assume? It's technically possible to roll one, but you need Ebon Mint and monsterous mutation in order to get it. Of course, if you wanted to rollplay for it, a monster girl could try to take Amber's black coin. Do so at your own risk however. That pirate likes her booty, haha!

Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Ebon Mint are the real heroes of the story. They just hand out coins in hopes that magical girls will change, accept who they are, and accept the other DMGs/MGs. See? It's a growing thing. Just like that comic where Louis Lane turns into a black person for a while.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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Truth bullets

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KILLING GAMES

The Infinites are now aware of the events of Trigger Happy Havoc and Goodbye Despair. Everything from Junko being the head of Ultimate Despair to her plot to hijack the remnants of despair and take over the world.

(if you are unfamiliar with these games, details will come up during the trial)

AMNESIA MACHINE

Davis has access to the Amnesia machine that was used on the students of hopes peak and even Junko herself. According to the documentation, the machine has a glitch that makes the "user" remember getting dizzy and blacking out at the end of their remaining memories. Shona does not remember ever feeling that way, but has lost all of her memories from the last time she "died."

NEO WORLD PROGRAM

Davis has access to the Neo World Program that was used on several people, including the remnants of despair. Alter Ego Junko was going to use it to overwrite the comatose remnants of despair with her own personality, but was thwarted.

DATABASE

Davis has an extensive database that has information on everyone, from their favorite food to their darkest secrets.

THE FOUNDING

Also in the database was a few clips of Hope's Peak getting fully dissolved to make way for the Infinity Initiative. It was brainstormed by the survivors of all the killing games. The Leader of the initiative is voted in for a term, but their number two holds their seat forever. The only hint given about the number two is that they were in more than one killing game.

"You Are Your Avatar"

@Conch Shell VII

The lord of lies's continued to run in a straight line, making it all to easy to part his head from his shoulders. Black ink spewed forth, spattering all over Jane's sword and even a little on his face. The impostor dropped the bag he was holding and used his last ounce of strength to run as far as he could before ultimately expiring. The bag however, was quite alive. but it was not so much the bag, but it's contents that were moving. Out of the bag came another lord of lies, also carrying an identical bag over his shoulder. If there was any difference between this one and the last, this impostor might have been a little smaller. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" The lord of lies picked up his own corpse, seizing it by the leg as he ran on by. a trail of black ink followed him wherever he ran. He braced himself before smashing through the front door of a hardware store.

@CollectorOfMyst

"Again with the barriers?" The lord of lies swung the back of his hand at the trees before him, splitting the oak like it was mere paper mache. Though what the mist observed was that his swings didn't really appear super human. That was to say that whatever force that destroyed everything he touched wasn't borne from superhuman strength, but mystical might. as he continued to swing his arm about, the mighty oak before him was splintered into more minions. "You keep erecting barriers, i'll keep forging minions." The Lord of Lies bolted ahead. veering right as he neared the second intersection.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

This one seemed like it was much faster than the others, as it was able to stay ahead of the pursuing feline. But not without great strain to himself. The lord of lies was breaking apart at the seams. First his cheek, his pants leg, but he continued to run with all of his might. until he arrived at an intersection and stopped. The black tar like substance was dripping out of his ears and the corner of his mouth. "Isn't this nice?" The impostor lowered the bag he was carrying onto the ground before turning to face the feline. "You really get a much better idea of what someone is all about when you fight them or chase them. It's the only real way to measure someone's ambition." He pointed at the bag. "Go on, try to take it from me. I bet you can't..."

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

To my knowledge, unknownscarlet is the only one who hasn't read the post. So I will send out motives to everyone today.

EDIT: because Melo is going to be busy, it would probably be best if you bunny in Noel telling everyone about the murder.

EDIT2: We will also say your E-handbooks auto updated with the monokuma file.

Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

And posted, still over the weekend but a little later than I would like. I'll make a pretty banner for Shining Scale later. I wanted to introduce all of my characters, but it was starting to feel cumbersome. Also, I guess we're hiding larger solo posts, so I'll follow suit.

Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Note: I'm going back and trying to figure out how much coinage Tonya has. So my posts will each get edited as I add it all up.

Tonya “Mac” Murphy

Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity
Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration | Moirai
Wings, Soul Jar, Martial Training, Familiar, Environmental Sealing, Gifted, Awareness, Mystic Artifact

Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03

STR: 12 | AGI: 08 | VIT: 10 | MAG: 16 | LCK: 05

Earnings this post: Zilch

Total: 0G, 0S, 0B

It felt like forever ago, and yet it was actually happening today.

Tonya was on the hospital roof. She was looking pretty good, if she did say so herself. The curves of her marble white skin were trying to escape her bikini top and leather harness. Her wry smile was on point, and with a tip of her police hat, she winked at the beacon girls. Of course it was all pointless. None of them could see her. She had quite the invisibility spell on, and even a third eye would not reveal her so easily.

It wasn't hard to imagine why a monster girl would hate Beacon, but Tonya in particular could care less about their monster hunting. They were just so big, so, bloated. So plump and ready to burst. The fact that her patron was tired of their crap didn't even factor into it. She just wanted to watch them fall.

But she couldn't get distracted. She had a mission to complete.

It would be an uphill battle. As strong as Beacon's presence in Penrose would be later on, they were still formidable, even now. But this little squabble here would end in her favor. One of the few times a monster managed a blow to Beacon without being an OP piece of shit. The joys of being able to look into the future. While it did kind of suck she lacked the power to make any real change, she could at least enjoy these little nuggets of pleasure when they showed up.

But yes, the roof was going to catch fire.

Tonya floated into the air before the ensuing blaze singed her legs.

The Misadventures of Shining Scale

Martha didn't like her new body. Her blood-red skin startled her when she looked at it, and her horns were constantly in her peripheral vision. The monster girl was currently observing a street scene from the top of a building. Unless she was in her magical guise, she would never be able to interact with any of them without scaring them. Even other magical girls were frightened by her, if not hell bent on killing her.

Martha was not really enjoying her time as a magical girl. She was alone now. Nobody recognized her like this. Martha wanted to go back to her home, where her mother was cooking dinner. There she had a room where she could fall asleep playing video games. But her family was waiting for Martin, the young school boy he use to be. What would they think when Martha showed up, claiming to be him? Would they even give her a chance to explain?

“Hi there!”

Someone's voice! And it sounded friendly. Martha turned around to see who it was. The stranger had platinum blond hair and wore the garb of a pirate. She looked young, not quite a teenager yet. But Martha knew full well that appearances weren't very telling of magical girls. Her small shape didn't mean she was weak, for instance. The pirate had a cannon almost as tall as she was strapped to her back. “You're not with the beacon, are you?”

She just snorted and laughed. “I think I'd have my cannon up already if I was.” It was hard not to smile at the pirate girl. She looked so happy, and it was hard not to smile right along with her. “I'm the magical pirate Shining Scales. But I'd like you to call me Amber. What's your name?”

“Martin!” Martha could hardly believe she used her old name, but the captain didn't bat an eye.

“I see, so you use to be a ferociously strong lad then?”

“Not really.” Martha twiddled her thumbs. The subject was awkward, but she had no difficulty opening up to Amber. “I was a boy, yea. I won't say I took especially good care of my body, but I miss being a guy.”

Amber sighed. “Well, it isn't quite the same for me, but I do miss my old body.” The pirate girl outlined an hourglass shape with her hands. “I use to be tall, had breasts, perfectly shaped hips.” She threw out her arms. “The guys that use to ask me out now ask where my parents are!”

Martha chuckled. “Well, I'd take you out if, well...” Martha trailed off.

The pirate spread her arms. “How about a hug instead?'

Martha missed a lot of things about her old life, but physical contact was the one she missed most. Kisses and hugs from family members, giving high fives to friends, the only contact Martha felt recently was from the Beacon trying to drive weapons into her hide. “S-sure.” It almost seemed too good to be true. The monster girl lowered herself on to one knee so that she was about the right height. Before she could brace for it, Shining Scale leaped into her arms, tightly hugging the monster girl.

“Ahhhhhh.” Amber cooed as she closed her eyes. “This is nice.”

Martha was phased by the pirate girl's sudden embrace. How long had it been since she last received a hug, or even talked to someone? She could feel her eyes welling up with tears, but did nothing to suppress them.

“Oh.” Amber leaned back, her smile gone. “Did I overstep my bounds? I'll just-” But before amber could pull away, the monster girl yanked her back into a monster-sized embrace. Martha ran her hand through Amber's hair. The soft blond waves reminded her of her mother's hair.

“You're fine.” Martha only stopped stroking Amber's hair to dry her tears. “You're fine.”

The pirate girl let the hug go on for the better part of a minute before pulling away. “Oh! Right!” Amber dropped her fist into her palm. “Honestly, I'm not in great standing with the Beacon either. Which is why I'm kind of relieved to have found you.” The pirate girl gestured towards the back of the building. “I don't know if she's still there, but there was a magical girl in the back ally. I'd appreciate it if you could keep an eye on things from up here.” Amber looked around. “I mean, do you have any way of assisting me if things go south right?”

Martha grinned. “Yea, I might not look it, but I'm actually really handy with a musket.” Her weapon appeared in hand. “I also have fire magic, but it's not very strong.”

“Alright, sounds good.” The pirate gave an exaggerated bow. “Just keep an eye on things from up here. If she attacks me, attack her. But if she doesn't, we might have another friend to join our group.” Amber winked at the monster girl.

“W-we're a group now?” Martha was getting so exited. The idea of being part of a group was quite exhilarating to the lonely monster. Martha would soon be surrounded by people who accepted her. But she had to protect Amber first. The monster girl cautiously approached the edge of the building and peered over the side. Weapon at the ready. “Hey Amber, I don't see anything!”

Fwoosh!

Martha didn't even have time to turn around before a torrent of water smashed into her back. This must have been what it was like to get hit in the back by a fire hose. It felt a bit like having a giant smack you in the back, only they follow through and keep pushing. Martha was forced off of the roof and tumbled to the floor below. Whatever was focusing the water on her wasn't letting up. Even when her back smashed into the street below, the stream of water continued to batter her chest and face. Martha dropped her musket and folded her arms across her face. This kept the water from hitting her head directly, but so much water was pouring into the alleyway that the water covered her body. It was impossible to move under such pressure, and she couldn't get a breath of air. Was she going to drown? Martha's strength was starting to give out when the flow of water started to die back. It was possible to breath again. Martha blinked the water out of her eyes and looked up at her attacker.

“Amber?” Martha propped herself up with her elbows. She could see the pirate girl gliding down to earth on sail-like wings. The ship cannon that was held against her back was now in her arms. There was some water trickling out of the barrel of the cannon. It was not difficult to see what was going on.

“You took quite the tumble there, Martha! But I'm glad you're safe.” The monster girl was about to grab her flint lock, but she stopped as soon as Amber leveled the cannon with her head. “Don't get the wrong idea. This cannon is capable of doing a lot more than just getting you wet.” Her smile was sincere without a hint of malice, and she spoke that way too. “Did you know a cannon can fire a cannonball a full mile? That's five-thousand-two-hundred-and-eighty feet, or sixty-three-thousand-three-hundred-and-thirty inches.” Amber continued to walk closer. “And that's just its effective range. At that range, a cannonball can blow through a meter of wood, just under forty inches. Oddly though, one of the biggest enhancements to the cannons during the eighteenth century was that they made them lighter. They fired thirty-six pound cannon balls instead of the old forty-eights. They had a lower muzzle velocity but increased gyration speed. You'd think that would make a cannon weaker, wouldn't you? But it didn't. It made it much, much stronger. Do you know why?” Martha just shook her head, unsure of where Amber was going with this. “Because what makes a cannon ball destructive isn't the ball itself, but the energy that the ball releases into its target. I don't want you to think a cannon ball is just going to punch a hole in you. Of course you'd be lucky if it did. But no, it's going to send all of that energy directly into your body. Your rib cage is going to explode like shrapnel. The bone fragments will pierce every organ in your chest cavity. That's not even addressing what the shock will do to your flesh. Have you ever dropped jello onto a sidewalk?”

Martha was, of course, terrified by this. Amber's friendly smile didn't really do anything to dampen the fear she felt right now. “S-so now what? Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I don't want you to get shot, silly!” The pirate gave a heartfelt laugh. “I just want you to give me your booty, and then you can leave.”

“M-my booty, you mean...” Amber just nodded along like she had been offered some good food. Well, Martha figured this friendship was too good to be true. But it was a little disappointing that it would end in such humiliation. But these were the dangers of being a woman in a world like this. “Okay, one moment. I just need to catch my breath.” Amber seemed confused by the comment, but gave Martha plenty of space anyway. The monster girl slowly rose to her feet. She was still a little dizzy from the fall, and being practically underwater had sapped most of her strength. “Just so you know, I really wish we could have stayed friends.” She said while turning her back to Amber. Then in one swift motion, the monster girl spread her legs and started swinging her hips side to side.

“What the!?” Amber's happy exterior broke and gave way to severe confusion. “Stop! Just stop that right now!”

Martha did so immediately. She brought her heels together and stood upright. “Did I do it wrong?'

“I don't even know WHAT you were doing!”

“Y-you said you wanted booty right? So, I figured, ya know, you might-” She continued to stammer before looking over her shoulder. Amber looked defeated now. She was staring at the floor with her cannon lowered.

“You don't have anything of value, do you?” Martha gave a quick shake of her head, to which Amber just sighed. “Alright, just get out of here. You can come back in a few days.” The pirate turned around to leave. “But don't let me catch you around here before then.”

Martha was cautious in her retreat, moving slowly and looking back at amber every so often. But the pirate caused no more trouble. She got to the end of the street without any more surprise attacks from the pirate. Part of her wanted to thank the pirate for the hug she received earlier. Even if it was just to get her hands on “booty,” it was a nice gesture. Martha didn't think Amber was a bad person. It was a shame they couldn't have talked longer. Maybe they could have been friends under different circumstances. Martha quickly switched into her human disguise and left.

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Amber was in her civilian guise standing in front of a clothes store. Through the glass was a poster advertising some undergarments. It depicted a beautiful, shapely woman modeling the merchandise. She looked happy, and why wouldn't she be? Her skin was clean and fair. She flaunted her curves, practically mocking those who would look inside. Amber could see her own reflection too, as if super imposed over the image. She was definitely a cute girl. Her twin braids really stood out against her striped tube top, and her summer skirt popped with even more flair. Girls that looked her age grew up wanting to look like the one behind the mirror. But somehow amber managed to regress into the current form she had now. There had to be a way to fix this.

“Excuse me ma'am.” A pedestrian stopped to kneel down to her level. “Are you lost?” He was in his mid twenties, and quite hansom. Amber just sighed.

“Sis just walked back inside to grab something real quick.”

“Would you like to wait together for her?”

These were always confusing times for Amber. The woman that she use to be would love to chat away all night with this man. But the topics she wanted to talk about would be a little strange coming from what looked like a twean girl. “I'm not suppose to talk to strangers.”

“Are you sure?”

Before Amber could choose her next course of action, a woman with long silver pigtails walked out of the clothes store. She had been shopping around, as there were bags from various stores lined up on her arm. Her beauty was on the same level as the model, if not even more so.

“Hi sis.” Amber waved to the woman. It was Sue, Amber's familiar. She was ordered to do some shopping on Amber's behalf. People don't ask questions when a grown woman presents a business credit card at checkout.

“Oh, hello there.” The man was quick to shift his attention to the young woman. “I was watching your sister.”

“I doubt that.” Sue gave the man a stern look for the entire duration he was in sight. She took Amber's hand and promptly entered a taxi cab. “The nearest hotel, please.” The cab driver nodded and rolled up the center barrier. For the moment, Amber and Sue were alone.

“You didn't have to be THAT forward with him Sue.”

“I-I know.” Sue folded her hands in her lap. “I just don't like it when guys look at you like that.”

“Fair enough.” Amber eyed her companion up and down. “How much longer do you think you can keep up that form?”

In a puff of white smoke, Sue reverted into a diveing petrel. Her bird form was sometimes mistaken for that of a seagul, even though petrels are a bit fuzzier and have darker beaks. “I can't, actually. I've been pretending to go to the bathroom to rest up enough to finish my shopping.” The bird lowered her head. “I'm sorry I can't stay in shape for longer periods of time. Transforming so often and so frequently is really taxing.”

“Well, hopefully you'll be able to revert back to human form soon. It would be kind of weird if you vanished and it was just me with a bird in here.”

“From my experience, the taxi drivers only notice when there's no one to pay their fare. Speaking from experience of course.” The bird nuzzled it's head against her arm. “Were you able to take care of things on your end?”

Amber shook her head. “I found the monster girl. She didn't have anything of value.” Amber folded her hands together over her stomach. “We should be in the clear now though. I think that was the only magical girl in the vicinity.”

“So tomorrow, we're going to ride the ship to Penrose?”

“Yea.” Amber smiled to herself. “The furnishings on the Sky Bastion need some TLC. We'll sleep a lot better at a hotel here in Highbrook.”

Suddenly, the interior of the car started to get darker. It was as if the shadows themselves were crawling over the windows, preventing much light from getting inside. Sue let out a startled yelp and jumped into Amber's lap. That was when she took notice of the newly arrived. A teenager had appeared in a seat across from Amber.

“Vermilion Veronica? What a pleasant surprise!”

Veronica was another magical girl. Her namesake came from her elegant red dress, something Victorian in appearance with a short skirt. All Amber really knew about Veronica was that she was a contact for the Ebon Mint, and she had shadow magic. A mysterious and frightening individual that Amber didn't care to spend a lot of time around. But she had to keep her appearances up. After all, they were both on the same team.

“I'm only checking up on you because I was in the area. You know I prefer not to make direct contact with people.” Veronica folded her arms and looked at Amber out of the corner of her eye. “Have you noticed anything unusual in your travels?”

“Just that the magical girls seem to get poorer and poorer as we get closer to Penrose.” Amber kicked her feet a little bit. “Why do you ask.”

Veronica didn't answer right way. Very uncharacteristic of her. “Our job is to collect information. Reporting your findings is just part of the process.”

“And here I thought you were worried about me!”

“I do feel that you are stagnating here. You should get to Penrose as swiftly as you can.” Veronica turned her head completely towards Amber. “You don't have to bend to his whim all the time. Do remember where your true allegiance resides.” And with that, the back cab became even darker, soon swallowing up everything in darkness. For a moment Amber wondered if she had gone blind, but then eyes opened up in the darkness around her. One at a time, massive white eyes without an iris blinked themselves into existence. Amber felt exposed, vulnerable. The fear made her close her eyes. Several seconds went by with nothing happening. When the girl opened her eyes again, the back of the cab had returned to normal. Veronica was gone, and Sue was pressing her head against Amber's stomach.

“So yea.” Amber's smile swiftly returned. “Veronica has some pretty scary magic, huh?”

“I-I just want to pretend that never happened.”

The barrier rolled down just low enough for the cab driver to look at his passengers. “Looks like rush hour traffic has stopped up main street. At this rate, you might be better off walking.” The man did not mention that his shift was almost over, and he had no interest in working overtime. However, funds were limited, and there was no reason to line the taxi man's pocket if it would be faster to walk.

“Thanks for the heads up, we'll walk.” Amber paid the fair with some spare cash she had on her person. She then scooped up all the shopping bags and got out of the cab with Sue. The driver didn't notice Sue turned into a bird after all.

Roleplaying in Video Games (Your Characters)

Creating a character in a videogame as completely as I do in an RP? Nah, doesn't happen for me. With an RP, the OOC usually has all the tools I need to really understand the world and create a character for it. Most of the videogames I play like to hold back on those kinds of details, so I can't really envision things like where they were born, or even the type of environment they might have grown up in. It can also be quite jarring when you have a story figured out for your character, and the game throws one of those "but you are the chosen one!" things at you.

When it comes to dialog choices and getting skills, I do tend to think about things like what my character would say/do/have in that particular situation. but even here, some games will punish you for not making "smart" choices. So I find myself overriding choices my character would make just so that I can get the stuff/side quest/complete the game.

Of course, it wouldn't be hard for me to add more detail to these characters. it just never really works in game.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

I will give everyone a chance to read the post before I start PMing evidence.

EDIT: I forgot to add the time of day. But it's late in the evening. About 8-10 ish.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@Ariamis @Melo @Mateotis @addamas @UnknownScarlet4 @Aewin @MyCatGinger @Vocab

(No banner because that would spoil stuff)

Bliss listened to everyone talk back and forth. Alice was the only one other than Mondatta who offered to watch. But...

“No, you can rest.” Bliss was scowling. “I'll watch over Krista with Mondatta. Looking after people is practically what I was born to do.”

Davis raised an eyebrow. “Krista isn't some teenager.”

“As someone who's never tried out babysitting, I can understand why you'd react like that.” The nanny placed her hands on her hips. “It's not that I have experience watching people sleep, it's that I have experience staying awake. I can't tell you how many times my clients arrive home late. Sometimes I'll stay up until four, jut to make sure the child has someone if they wake up.” Bliss turned to face Mondatta and Krista. “We should sleep in shifts. No two people should rest at the same time. It's just... safer for everyone that way.”

Perfection threw up his hands. “Alright, you clearly have this under control. Should we set up a schedule so that someone can take your places?'

“That won't be necessary. The sleepy faces are my reward.”

“...Excuse me?”

Bliss's cheeks started to flush red. “Her sleepy face.” Bliss placed her hands together as if in prayer. “Everyone has such cute sleepy faces.” Her eyes rolled rolled away from everyone. “Krista's sleepy face... I know it will keep me awake.”

“So you watch people sleep?”

“Children have the cutest sleepy faces. It's a shame Caora didn't win.”

Davis blinked a few times. “oooooohhhhhhhkkkkeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy, you guys have fun.” Davis started to leave the gathering when he turned to face Mondatta. “I do hope you're awake for the FULL duration of Krista's nap.”

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It had been a few days since the "motive" had been issued. Davis didn't know ANYONE who would kill to phone someone. Could someone in this group commit murder? Absolutely. But there were already far more attractive reasons to kill than for a phone call. Oh well. Maybe that dumb bear didn't know what he was talking about. Davis still had some unfinished business to take care of. It was late in the afternoon, maybe he could catch Noel before she went of... reporting stuff? Not that the reporter did much reporting. Ever since she arrived, Noel had been more of a snoop. Just trying to figure out what was going on with everyone. Davis was not at all surprised to find the reporter standing in front of Caora's room. Perfection cleared his chest with a cough as he approached.

“Hey Noel.” Davis came to a stop. “You and I haven't had an opportunity to talk yet. Being a reporter, I'd think you'd love to have a talk with me. I'm an infinite that's never been interviewed before. It could be a pretty big scoop, huh?”

Noel looked up as she was approached by Davis. Captivity had been hell for her. The interesting scoops happened outside in the rest of the world. Not in this cage that she was confined in. Well, there was one exception to this rule, but that was a fate that hopefully nobody would befall. She scratched her head a little at the infinite's comments. "Well... Davis... How should I tell you this... usually people are interviewed because they're involved in a scoop..." She paused for a bit. "If you have never been interviewed before... then maybe you are simply... boring?" She said, knowing she told him only a half-truth right now. Half a second later she closed the distance between them. Her eyes looking straight into his at barely a centimeter's distance. "Or are you telling me, mister Davis 'Perfection' Gallio, that you are hiding some secrets from me?" She smirked.

Perfection leaned up against a wall, still smiling ear to ear. “Secrets? I am a trove of those.” Davis pulled the secret survey out of his vest and waved it in the air. “Turns out my gift was a secret marketing survey that was conducted on a bunch of celebrities. Technically illegal, but the information looks legitimate. Of course, none of this matches the 'scoop' that my story holds.” He turned around and started to walk. “Aladdin’s palace. The cave system? That seems romantic. It's a good place to get someone to open up, no?”

Noel grinned slightly when Davis revealed the survey. "Well I be... I've been looking for that for ages!" She answered, heavily doubting the claim he was making. But even if she got him to surrender the survey by going along with his ego trip, that would be worth it. "Taking a woman alone into a dark cave? That doesn't sound very safe, now does it?" She teased him as she somewhat doubted he actually had the intention to try something, not that he would succeed either way. "Alright then, lead the way."

Davis pulled a cylindrical object out of his pocket and tossed it to the reporter. “Found a flashlight, in case you're scared of the dark. Or maybe you just want to keep an eye on me.” Perfection walked ahead of Noel, she couldn't see if he was smiling or not.

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Once they were at the mouth of the cave, Davis turned around to face the reporter. "So, you don't always cover celebrities right? You've done wars too? Gruesome work I imagine."

"Anything really. Celebs, wars, technological breakthroughs, politics, economy, crime. All stories deserve equal coverage regardless of the subject. Wars... wars are special though." She said with a bit of a sigh. "Can't exactly report there in a happy fashion, you know." She then shook her head. "Still much better than this place. Let's just go."

Davis started to walk into the cave. It was possible to see without the aid of a flashlight, but it got darker with every step. “You'd rather be in a war than a killing game? I'm surprised to hear you say that. I can't say I ever did any war reporting, but my father was in a war. He described it as hell on earth. Having to kill and watch the people around you die. He was a different person after he served.” Davis ran his hand along one of the walls. Some loose stones were knocked free and tumbled down the wall. “But I guess it's different, being a reporter in a war and being stuck in something as personal as a killing game.” Davis chuckled.

"Don't get me wrong, war is horrible." She clarified. "But at least we were there by our own free will." She looked down a little. "And perhaps less people die here than on a battlefield, but at least those people knew what they got into. They knew the risks. This place... it's more like a slaughterhouse." Her stomach turned a little.

“That's understandable." Gallo nodded. "Has anyone close to you ever died?”

"I've lost as many people. Most of them murdered, some of them executed for murder." She didn't really want to speak more about it.

"So no one outside this killing game then?" Davis shrugged. "I don't know how to feel about that. It sounds lonely, but you're probably better off."

"Don't get me wrong. I knew a fair amount of the infinites that died in this killing game. I might not have interviewed them, but I got to know a fair amount of them. They were my friends." She said, sounding somewhat insulted by his comment. "Like cattle to the slaughter... meaninglessly." Noel turned to him. "So, what about you? You lured me here with your scoop so... what's your story?"

“I suppose you would expect my 'scoop' to be about me. But that wasn't entirely true. I play a part in her story, and sadly, I think I'm the only person who can tell it to anyone.” Davis bit his lower lip and nodded. “ My fiancee. Alice Parker. She was the ultimate assassin. Obviously she didn't tell many people about her talent. I knew her before she transferred to hope's peak high school, and she came back to the states after she graduated. Only so that she could see me one last time. Her stay wasn't suppose to be very long.” Davis looked over his shoulder at Noel. “You know how Hope's Peak is, the deal is that they're going to study your talent. So naturally she was going to have to return to Japan. So I popped her the question. We were going to travel back to japan together and get married there. We never did get to go back though.” He looked ahead. The path split two ways. Davis turned around and leaned up against a wall. “That was about when the end of the world started to happen. All these death games, people running around with monokuma masks. Of course in America you ALSO had fucking automated tanks patrolling the major cities.” Davis growled. “Shit, this is harder to talk about than I thought.”

"Everyone has a story about the tragedy." Noel said, somewhat downtrodden. She was quite interested, but these stories were always the saddest. "So what happened to her? Did she get out of there alive or..." She didn't really want to say it.

Davis's fists were trembling. “She was not a victim. The ultimate assassin is never a victim. That's what makes this story different.” He folded his arms to stop his hands from shaking. It didn't work. “Neo Alexander had a pretty firm grip on New York city, since that's where his killing game was being hosted. We weren't going to survive unless we took out the satellite system that controlled all the local AI. So I hatched a plan with Alice. We were able to convince a few people to go along with it. I could probably write a damn book about it if I ever cared to but-” Perfection's hand slid up over his mouth. “... That was the first time my conquest failed me. They were going to discover us, but Alice went ahead and acted like a decoy. They shot her to death and rolled over her head with a tank for good measure. I wanted to scream, but no one would let me.” Perfection shook his head with a sigh. “But she was the only casualty. The rest of our plan worked perfectly. The man who would eventually become the infinite programmer was there to hack in and take control of the tanks, and we annihilated the local despair gangs. Neo Alexander continued to lose ground, and eventually took his own life. The rest of us survived the calamity.” Davis walked down the leftmost tunnel, not waiting for the reporter. “How's that for a scoop?”

Noel was silent for a bit after that. "That's... a pretty great thing you all did... She's definitely a hero.." Noel had a hard time finding the words. She followed Davis down the cave. "She did a great act that might've saved America. But... of course it must be hard for you still. Are you all right?"

“It happened ten years ago. It only hurts when I force myself to think about it.” Davis rolled his head until his neck cracked. “Of course if you listen to the therapist, my desire to excel at everything is borne from my failure to save her.” Davis chuckled. “But I don't think so. I've always been competitive. Not every little quirk can be tied to a traumatic life event.” Davis looked over his shoulder at Noel. “Your obsession with 'the scoop' didn't start because you were deprived of ice cream, did it?”

Noel rolled her eyes a little at the joke. "My family has been involved in journalism for a long time. Nothing much to say. I enjoy the job a lot, though." She told him, not really willing to go in on the whole part with the therapist just yet. There was something else bothering her slightly more. "So why are you telling me this? Normally people like to keep their secrets from the media."

“Perhaps on the outside world. But in here, the less we have to hide the better. Our monk taught me that.” Davis tipped his head up and smiled. “Besides, Alice deserves to have her story heard. Even if it's just by the few of us who are here.” Davis paced himself so that he was walking beside the reporter. “I guess you'd rather hide your secrets still, huh?”

"Perhaps the person who inquires about everybody else's secrets is the one who has the least interesting life." Noel said, dismissing Davis' comment. "And regarding secrets, I still want that survey as well." She grinned.

Davis groaned. “Sure, I guess you earned it.” Davis held the piece of paper over his shoulder when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. “Huh?” When Noel went to take the survey, Davis motioned for the flashlight. Once it was in Davis's hands, he turned it on. “That stalagmite looks like a person.” Sure enough, there was a shape that did look like a person. Davis aimed the flashlight at it. It was hard to make out clearly at this distance, but it looked like someone was propped up against the wall of the cave. “Krista?” Perfection jogged over to the violinist and knelled down beside her. When Davis leaned her away from the wall, she limply fell against his shoulder. When perfection placed his hand on the back of her head, it was in something wet. He shined the flashlight on his hand, it was covered in blood. “W-what!?” Davis dropped his flashlight. He made sure to keep an arm on the violinist. “That...” Davis growled. “That fucking bear! What sorry cunt kills for a damn phone call!?” Davis turned to look at Noel, his eyes lit with fire that could even be seen in the darkness. “Get the others, we have a murderer on our hands!”

Noel greedily took the paper, but before she even had a chance to observe it Davis was already noticing something else. "What?" Was all Noel could stammer before following Davis to the corpse of a girl she had barely spoken to. She had a hard time hiding a mixture of sadness, disappointment and anger. "Not again." Her voice trembled, clearly affected by overwhelming feelings. Noel took out her camera. "Let's take pictures first. The scene must be preserved. Keep that light on her." She ordered Davis as she approached the corpse from different angles, the flash of her camera illuminating what the flashlight could not.

The sudden light illuminated the body in front of them, the sudden brightness causing a small furrow in her eyebrows. It was barely visible, but with the extra lighting it was clear that Krista was alive. Krista let out of a soft moan, her eyes blinking open a moment later. There were lines on her forehead, and her lips were pulled down, clear indicators of someone feeling a whole lot of pain, and her eyes were still glassy as if she was barely staying awake. She felt something warm against her cheek, her eyes following the feeling until she spotted what- or who was causing it, bringing more confusion. "Wha' hap'nd?" She finally croaked.

“What?” Davis's grabbed Krista by the shoulders and shook her. “Was this some type of elaborate prank?” Though Davis's momentary outburst didn't last long. Everyone's eyes moved onto something else. The flashlight was pointing at another individual. But this one was much easier to make out. It was Mondatta, propped up against a stalagmite just as Krista had been. Though there was no evident wounds. He was just sitting there, looking at the group with his head tipped in confusion.

“Mondatta?” Davis called out.

Suddenly a voice echoed through the cave. It was the eerily cheerful voice of Monokuma Killgood.

“A body has been discovered. The patients have a limited time to collect evidence before being called into the court of carnage. Do your best everyone!”

Perfection's skin started to change to a shade of white. “W-what? You mean to tell me someone actually-” Davis remained petrified in place for several seconds. “Alright.” Davis put a hand over his own face. “We should... We should alert the other.” Davis attempted to stand up, but fell back onto his knees. He refused to make eye contact with anyone.“I-I'm sorry, could you get the others?” Davis spoke to Noel “I think I can take care of things here. No one will disturb anything on my watch.”

Noel nodded "One moment." She told him as she quickly took a few pictures of the dead monk. Better that she took those now before the crime scene was altered in any way. Afterwards she darted off towards the exit of the cave complex and then towards the break room.

If Krista had been her normal self, she would have let out a terrified scream. Who wouldn't after finding a dead body? Instead, she hyperventilated at the sight of another body. It was like Shona all over again, except this time it was Mondatta that was dead and it was an infinite that was responsible. "Is he..." She swallowed nervously, staring at Mondatta's body, "Is he really... dead?"