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Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

Isis grew increasingly uncomfortable as she searched the remainder of her things. All her cables, cords, and miscellaneous electronics were untouched. She had checked her Thinkpad laptop –capable of 4G LTE and both international GSM and CDMA—which had its SIM card intact by virtue of being a rare feature, was rendered inert. There was no signal.

Everything indicated that this entire thing was part of something far more sinister. A kidnapping, perhaps?

But Isis didn’t care. By all means, this situation was interesting enough. What would be in store for them? Would they have to break out? Kill the kidnapper? Be subject to siege by a brutal US SWAT team? Have a fantastic battle a la Battle Royale? Her face broke into an unsettling smirk before she stopped herself.

She instead turned her attention back to the group of people, and instantly regretted it. The little buggers were worse than before. She finally recognized a certain individual attempting to refocus the attention of the group –The popular Youtuber by the name of Jinx—but had obviously failed spectacularly in approach. Everybody’s attention seemed to be on the violent, chair wielding girl that had nearly clobbered two other girls. That bitch pissed her off. She had no self-restraint, no sense of control. Instead, she perpetuated unrestrained chaos, chaos that Isis neither instigated nor could control.

Iphigenia slid a scalpel down her shirt sleeve and began walking towards Nova, with a concerned look on her face.

“Please, calm down,” said the young hacker, approaching the openly violent girl. “This is neither the time nor the place.” She put her two hands on her shoulders, as if she were about to give a sort of man-to-man type of talk. But within her sleeve, she pushed up the surgical razor so that it barely touched the girl’s neck. It was subtle enough that nobody else but Isis and Nova would know it was even there. She leaned in closer to Nova, and whispered into her ear in a flat, monotone voice, making sure nobody else was privy to their conversation.

“You’re a nuisance. Shut up or I can guarantee you will be found dead in a week in a dumpster. I don’t care about your life. I don’t care about your family. I don’t give two shits about you or anybody in this room, but you are pissing me off. Consider this a warning.”

With that, Iphigenia smiled warmly, and gave a friendly pat on her shoulder with her hand before turning to the gaggle of people to the side, addressing them in a more animated, charismatic voice.

“Now, I think Miss Jinx over there has something to say. Let’s give her the stage, perhaps she’s figured out something useful.”

Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

Nobody else would know it's a threat. Blackmail and a blade subtly pressed against her and the like are pretty much her thing, after all.

RWBY: Another Time

Did anybody else notice Irish NTR'd Chad's picture?

Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

I'd have Iphigenia subtly threaten her, but that might present a wild card and actually start a fight...

RWBY: Another Time

T names suck.

No ty. >:[

Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

Iphigenia might have a pretty... interesting relationship with Nova. She's essentially everything Iphigenia is, without the sense of self-control.

Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

Just don't speedpost and all should be good.

Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

Completely justified, seeing as certain people are armed, violent, or both.

Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

“…”

“…”

“…”

Isis Iphigenia slowly awoke. She had a headache that could rival a god’s, and she felt dizzy and disoriented. Opening her eyes, she found herself on the hardwood floors of some auditorium, with her black messenger bag laid out on the floor a foot away. Realizing she was on the ground before all else, she scrambled to her feet and immediately began to dust herself off. Without looking around her, she furiously began to brush off her blazer and skirt, before moving to pick up her bag and start shaking that off as well. But as she bent down to retrieve her belongings, she finally noticed exactly what was around her.

They were indeed in an auditorium, of which she could assume belonged to her new school, judging by the banners flanking the high ceilings of the room. The windows were oddly barricaded, and there seemed to be cardboard cutouts of people in the audience. Perhaps the windows could be explained due to construction work and the people for a school project, but it was odd nonetheless. However, it was the people that put Iphigenia on an edge. It was less of a homogenous student body and more of a “motley crew,” and the better portion of them were either unconscious or barely conscious. Perhaps most striking was a girl in cosplay and a guy in full military fatigues. They were clearly as confused as she was, but everybody was speaking at the same time. There was arguing, yelling. An obnoxious looking girl had already dropped into a fighting stance. The situation was bizarre. It seemed out of control. What the bloody hell was happening?

Without hesitation, Isis instinctively felt for the switchblade she kept in skirt pocket.

Thankfully, the blade was still there. She needed to make more sense of the situation. The rag-tag band of half-conscious people in the room clearly had little other idea about what had happened. Iphie sighed; it would have been nicer if they were all still unconscious, or even better, dead. It seemed the best course of action was to wait, so with that in mind, Iphie began to check the rest of her belongings. She pulled out her phone, one of the most recent Android smartphone models, and turned it on with a swipe of her finger. She would call the school and see what the hell was up.

[NO SIM CARD INSTALLED.]

Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

That's actually pretty generous. Thanks for the info.

Edit: What kind of modifications?