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Possibly interested in OCs as well, if I have the time. I'd rather not have girls disguising as guys and joining the hosts in this one though, at least not a plethora of them. Haruhi already did that and she did it well. Anything else would look like a ripoff. And 'sides, the hosts need some actual customers too, yo. Plenty of other clubs to have the girls be in and all.
Yush, that works well! 8>
Woah, quite a few posts. I'll get to reading them and write my own. I'll probably have both of my characters go approach people. Prepare for trouble, and make it double!
Post done, hopefully it'll do. It got a bit long and rambley, but, yesh!
She's going to have a biig surprise when she realizes who her real master is, heh.
She's going to have a biig surprise when she realizes who her real master is, heh.
They had given her five minutes to get ready.
Five minutes before she had to go.
Five minutes before she'd be sold.
The fake smile Leonora had painstakingly put up slowly dissolved into a frown. Only barely managing to keep herself from mumbling out her frustrated thoughts, the girl swept hair from her eyes in one quick, aggressive motion, her every action reflected by old, half-broken mirror she stood in front of. She still didn't know how things had come to this, nor if the situation truly had been desperate enough to warrant her 'prolonged trip' to the Litter. Surely there could have been some other way to handle things. Surely, if she'd just persevered and thought things through...
She let out a dry chuckle all of a sudden, her reflection mimicking her actions. Yeah, as if she hadn't gone through every other possibility long ago, many a time, even. This most certainly hadn't been a spur of the moment decision - anything but - and her mulling over ifs and buts did nothing to help her cope. No. There was nothing else for her to do than this, and she knew it. She wouldn't be here otherwise.
Too bad that she kind of... sucked at this whole slave business.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, the girl gathered her long strands of red hair once more in a doomed attempt to get them up in a pretty, decorated bun. Hailing from the kind of family that she did, she never was one for appearances or acting particularly lady-like, and that extended to her choice of hairdos and clothing. Social norms and etiquette were both foreign words to her, and she always did have a problem of speaking out of turn, to boot. Heaven help her if she was bought by some rich, snobby, son of a-
She caught herself before she could finish that thought, sticking two pins in her mouth to silence herself as she leapt into the tenth attempt to tame her curls. She would really need to watch it. Her tongue, that was. Much as she believed she would hate her future job - unless she'd become a librarian or a fencing a tutor, neither which sounded too likely - she did want to try and be on her best behaviour and be well-liked by whoever invested money in her. She didn't want to let down her parents or her little brother. Especially her little brother. Poor sap deserved a better life, and a better life he would get, if she could help it. Now if only she could get this damn hairdo to-
"Time's up, Leonora, let's go. We don't want to keep the customer waiting," a well-dressed man announced from behind the door with a sudden knock, startling the girl enough to have her release her hair back into its default position of sticking every which way across her back. Damn it...
"Yeah, comin' in a se- I mean, right away, sir!" She shouted back, giving up on her quest and spitting out the pins she'd been holding. She wasn't ready. She really, really wasn't ready, but she knew telling that to the people of Litter - or the customer, for that matter, probably wouldn't do her any good. She didn't want to be labeled a difficult case right off the bat. That would inevitably come later, anyway.
So, giving her reflection one more glance and grimacing at the flowing, dark red dress she found herself in, she headed towards the door, steps just a tad uneven. Heels. The bane of her existence, she'd found out two days ago. She missed her boots.
"Leonora Winfield, miss," the man introduced as he walked into the lobby with her. There, waiting for them with an umbrella, was the woman about to buy her. Wait... woman? Leonora did an involuntary double take, her heart skipping a happy beat. She had very much feared her owner to end up being some weird creep with messed up power fetishes, but this woman looked... mellow, even? She didn't carry the aura of what she had expected of a future master, certainly. She seemed nicer, more humble, and like someone who'd actually listen to her requests. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad, after all. Perhaps she could even get out of these heels, eventually!
"Miss," she rushed to greet with a nod, offering a somewhat awkward, but all the same heartfelt, curtsy. It took her a while to find a place for her hands now that she didn't have pockets to stick them in, but in the end she settled to just having then hang on her sides limply. She knew that crossing them would be no good, at least. She'd been lectured by the workers here about it quite a few times.
"It's an... uh, pleasure...? Yeah, a pleasure to meet ya!" She continued after a while, the words she'd learnt and practiced vanishing from her mind one by one. "Hope we can get along and all!"
It was then that she noted the umbrella the woman was carrying. "Oh, 's it rainin' out there? Awesome, makes the air fresh!" She leant forward and mumbled, nodding towards the man that had escorted her and the way she'd come from. "Been a bit stuffy in here, y'know."
Five minutes before she had to go.
Five minutes before she'd be sold.
The fake smile Leonora had painstakingly put up slowly dissolved into a frown. Only barely managing to keep herself from mumbling out her frustrated thoughts, the girl swept hair from her eyes in one quick, aggressive motion, her every action reflected by old, half-broken mirror she stood in front of. She still didn't know how things had come to this, nor if the situation truly had been desperate enough to warrant her 'prolonged trip' to the Litter. Surely there could have been some other way to handle things. Surely, if she'd just persevered and thought things through...
She let out a dry chuckle all of a sudden, her reflection mimicking her actions. Yeah, as if she hadn't gone through every other possibility long ago, many a time, even. This most certainly hadn't been a spur of the moment decision - anything but - and her mulling over ifs and buts did nothing to help her cope. No. There was nothing else for her to do than this, and she knew it. She wouldn't be here otherwise.
Too bad that she kind of... sucked at this whole slave business.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, the girl gathered her long strands of red hair once more in a doomed attempt to get them up in a pretty, decorated bun. Hailing from the kind of family that she did, she never was one for appearances or acting particularly lady-like, and that extended to her choice of hairdos and clothing. Social norms and etiquette were both foreign words to her, and she always did have a problem of speaking out of turn, to boot. Heaven help her if she was bought by some rich, snobby, son of a-
She caught herself before she could finish that thought, sticking two pins in her mouth to silence herself as she leapt into the tenth attempt to tame her curls. She would really need to watch it. Her tongue, that was. Much as she believed she would hate her future job - unless she'd become a librarian or a fencing a tutor, neither which sounded too likely - she did want to try and be on her best behaviour and be well-liked by whoever invested money in her. She didn't want to let down her parents or her little brother. Especially her little brother. Poor sap deserved a better life, and a better life he would get, if she could help it. Now if only she could get this damn hairdo to-
"Time's up, Leonora, let's go. We don't want to keep the customer waiting," a well-dressed man announced from behind the door with a sudden knock, startling the girl enough to have her release her hair back into its default position of sticking every which way across her back. Damn it...
"Yeah, comin' in a se- I mean, right away, sir!" She shouted back, giving up on her quest and spitting out the pins she'd been holding. She wasn't ready. She really, really wasn't ready, but she knew telling that to the people of Litter - or the customer, for that matter, probably wouldn't do her any good. She didn't want to be labeled a difficult case right off the bat. That would inevitably come later, anyway.
So, giving her reflection one more glance and grimacing at the flowing, dark red dress she found herself in, she headed towards the door, steps just a tad uneven. Heels. The bane of her existence, she'd found out two days ago. She missed her boots.
"Leonora Winfield, miss," the man introduced as he walked into the lobby with her. There, waiting for them with an umbrella, was the woman about to buy her. Wait... woman? Leonora did an involuntary double take, her heart skipping a happy beat. She had very much feared her owner to end up being some weird creep with messed up power fetishes, but this woman looked... mellow, even? She didn't carry the aura of what she had expected of a future master, certainly. She seemed nicer, more humble, and like someone who'd actually listen to her requests. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad, after all. Perhaps she could even get out of these heels, eventually!
"Miss," she rushed to greet with a nod, offering a somewhat awkward, but all the same heartfelt, curtsy. It took her a while to find a place for her hands now that she didn't have pockets to stick them in, but in the end she settled to just having then hang on her sides limply. She knew that crossing them would be no good, at least. She'd been lectured by the workers here about it quite a few times.
"It's an... uh, pleasure...? Yeah, a pleasure to meet ya!" She continued after a while, the words she'd learnt and practiced vanishing from her mind one by one. "Hope we can get along and all!"
It was then that she noted the umbrella the woman was carrying. "Oh, 's it rainin' out there? Awesome, makes the air fresh!" She leant forward and mumbled, nodding towards the man that had escorted her and the way she'd come from. "Been a bit stuffy in here, y'know."
Posted! I, er, hope that him flopping back down isn't a problem |D Was thinking we could maybe skip to him waking up, since any interaction's gonna be difficult before he can string two thoughts together and all. If that's okay? ovo
He wasn't sure which one it was that ultimately made him stir; the touch he felt on his shoulder or the words of concern he heard flow from somewhere above him. In either case, the demon let out a small grunt in reply, shifting a bit to turn his hazy gaze at the girl. He couldn't make out the details of her face or form, but even a quick look-over ascertained that yes, it was indeed a human girl, next to him, attempting to rouse him. So someone had come, after all! That meant that he'd have a new one. A new human. And this time, one caring enough to worry for a random stranger in the middle of the night, a decidedly dangerous thing for a young girl to do.
She would be perfect.
"I'm..." he managed, his poor condition not at all a ruse. He might have overdone it a bit with the whole 'last try ever' stuff earlier on. Guess he'd just forgotten how much he actually hated the cold. Still, he wasn't about to show weakness anymore than he already had. In the end he was a demon, after all, and with the species came certain pride. "J-just a bit... cold, is all."
To (attempt to) prove his point, he pushed himself to sit with trembling, frozen hands, and offered the girl a warm smile, although a weaker one than he had hoped to.
"I'm fine now, don't worry," he assured her, seeking her eyes with his own. Too bad his believability suffered quite a bit due to his uncontrollable shaking, the blueness of his usually tan skin and, above all else, the fact that right after he finished his sentence, he practically collapsed back onto his face on the snow, this time not about to wake up anytime soon.
She would be perfect.
"I'm..." he managed, his poor condition not at all a ruse. He might have overdone it a bit with the whole 'last try ever' stuff earlier on. Guess he'd just forgotten how much he actually hated the cold. Still, he wasn't about to show weakness anymore than he already had. In the end he was a demon, after all, and with the species came certain pride. "J-just a bit... cold, is all."
To (attempt to) prove his point, he pushed himself to sit with trembling, frozen hands, and offered the girl a warm smile, although a weaker one than he had hoped to.
"I'm fine now, don't worry," he assured her, seeking her eyes with his own. Too bad his believability suffered quite a bit due to his uncontrollable shaking, the blueness of his usually tan skin and, above all else, the fact that right after he finished his sentence, he practically collapsed back onto his face on the snow, this time not about to wake up anytime soon.
Heh, it's easy as heck to those who have played the game, yes |D Funny thing was that the original Danganronpa also had a (more subtle) reference to the same game. I didn't catch it at first though, since I played DR before that one.
Then talked to she shall be! Too bad I didn't make that Good Luck guy in the end, he could have been all "Don't worry! My luck will cancel yours out, see? Let's flip a coin, let it decide." Alas, Dieter shall do. Or Fedya. I think Fedya wants to talk to everyone, anyway. Bepreparedtobeharrassedeveryone.
I wonder if that bringing someone down thing actually means the character is more likely to be murdered, or if it's just her paranoia.... hm.
Then talked to she shall be! Too bad I didn't make that Good Luck guy in the end, he could have been all "Don't worry! My luck will cancel yours out, see? Let's flip a coin, let it decide." Alas, Dieter shall do. Or Fedya. I think Fedya wants to talk to everyone, anyway. Bepreparedtobeharrassedeveryone.
I wonder if that bringing someone down thing actually means the character is more likely to be murdered, or if it's just her paranoia.... hm.
Wow, that one got a tad long, ahem. Yeah, posted for both of them together, because that was easier and all, but I'll split them up by the next post because interaction with people yay.
I wanna have someone talk to Iris now. See what happens if you do.
Also, if anyone catches the reference in my post, congrats, you're awesome for having played that game. I've yet to complete all the endings, though >>
I wanna have someone talk to Iris now. See what happens if you do.
Also, if anyone catches the reference in my post, congrats, you're awesome for having played that game. I've yet to complete all the endings, though >>
Dieter awoke with a jolt, the way one does when they've slept past the alarm and are aware of it from the moment they open their eyes. It was a familiar situation to him, sleeping past his designated waking hours. Except... this time, as the startled boy blinked his eyes clear from whatever sleep was left in them and looked around, he didn't see the familiar room he was used to, nor did he hear his uncle screaming profanities from the doorway at him for almost missing work. No, what he saw was a classroom, and it definitely wasn't one he recognized. For a moment the boy just sat and stared blankly, confused eyes jumping from the barred windows to the empty desks to the door and back. His heart rate fastened, and he felt a cold feeling of dread flow into his mind. Where... was he?
Oh. Wait, that was right, he'd come to Orion Academy, right? He'd decided to attend despite his adults' wishes... had that been a mistake? A quick look around would tell him yes, but maybe it was too early to decide yet. Orion Academy could have been a clever ruse for an opposing government aware of his title to kidnap him - or this could simply be a very, very peculiar hazing method for new students. It could be anything. Yeah. Anything. So for now he should just... calm down and stop shaking long enough to be able to stand. Fear was poison to a human mind, one far more effective than other nature or human alike could produce. He'd tested it enough times to know.
He stood up, something flaring in the corner of vision and startling him to a near-fall. A... paper? Blinking, Dieter extended a trembling hand and peeled the note off of his forehead. Had he been sleeping on i- oh, who cared. He flipped the thing and gave it a quick read-through, his worries easing a bit. Well, at least this definitely wasn't an enemy government's plot now. They had no reason to keep up the school ruse now that he was aware of it. Hazing, then? Well, there was probably only one way to find out, scary as it sounded.
He'd need to go to the entryway, huh.
Gulping, afraid of what he'd find once there, the boy tiptoed to the classroom door and, drawing in a breath, pulled it open - only to let out a high-pitched scream the second he saw what waited behind it - the face of a fox, staring down at him from more than a dozen centimeters taller.
"Oh?" The face asked, and Dieter quickly realized the animal was just a mask. O-oh. Oh.. for God's... he had half the mind to just-
"So you're awake~?" The man continued in a singy-sangy tone, snapping Dieter from his darkening thoughts and bringing fear back into his eyes. "That's good. The first test subject is finally up and running! I've been sooo bored all alone here."
"... W-what?" Dieter blurter before he could help himself, taking an unconscious step away from the man. It didn't help that he was socially awkward and anxious to begin with; it just made him even more of an emotional wreck now. "Test- Who... who a-are you?!"
"Test, yes, you've been lucky enough to be chosen into a game. My name is Zero, and all you have to do is look for number nine to get out. Easy, huh?" Fyodor shrugged his shoulders, arms casually raised and one leg off the ground as if he was about to fall. "'Coooourse, if you can't get that to work out, the bomb inside your stomach will explode and blow you up into teeny tiny smithereens."
Dieter could have sworn he'd heard something like that before.
And to begin with, he, if anyone, knew that a bomb in the stomach wouldn't-
No, wait, no, now wasn't the time. He was about to be blown up by this madman in a mask! Eyes wide and heart beating in his throat now, the boy stumbled backwards into the classroom, almost hitting a desk. The other man took a step closer, then another, and another, until he was right in front of him. Dieter held his shaky breath.
"Wh-wh-"
"Juust kidding!" Fyodor finally chuckled, lifting the fox mask- and revealing another equally fox-like face underneath, just this one actually human and decorated with a grin. "Got ya, didn't I? Sorry about that. This is actually a game made by the aliens, and I'm a victim too."
It took Dieter a while to recover, and even longer while to reset his mind state to normal. The boy shook his head, and then stared up at the other, still timid but voice more challenging than before.
"Th-that... is a lie, isn't it," he finally managed to ask, heart more steady now, even if his voice still carried a lingering suspicion. "Aliens... d-don't exist after all. Nothing higher than a human does."
"Oh, really?" Fyodor asked, eyes closed, head tilted, and mouth decorated by curiosity. "Hoo... Then, yes, it's a lie. My bad."
Dieter growled at this point, annoyed by the creepy guy's presence and words alike, enough to clear away his stutter for the time being. He never could be both angry and scared at the same time.
"I've gotta go..." He mumbled, pushing past him to finally exit the classroom. "I got a note telling me to go to the entryway."
Fyodor's eyes lit up - or at least, they presumably did, since you couldn't really see them. And so, with few long-legged steps he was behind the shorter man as he walked, all smiles as he waved his own note.
"What a coincidence!" He chirped. "So did I~! Seems like we share the way to go then."
"... Joy," Dieter grumbled as he kept walking towards the designated meeting spot, deciding that ignoring the guy was probably the way to go - at least, until he could steady himself enough to appear normal again.
Oh. Wait, that was right, he'd come to Orion Academy, right? He'd decided to attend despite his adults' wishes... had that been a mistake? A quick look around would tell him yes, but maybe it was too early to decide yet. Orion Academy could have been a clever ruse for an opposing government aware of his title to kidnap him - or this could simply be a very, very peculiar hazing method for new students. It could be anything. Yeah. Anything. So for now he should just... calm down and stop shaking long enough to be able to stand. Fear was poison to a human mind, one far more effective than other nature or human alike could produce. He'd tested it enough times to know.
He stood up, something flaring in the corner of vision and startling him to a near-fall. A... paper? Blinking, Dieter extended a trembling hand and peeled the note off of his forehead. Had he been sleeping on i- oh, who cared. He flipped the thing and gave it a quick read-through, his worries easing a bit. Well, at least this definitely wasn't an enemy government's plot now. They had no reason to keep up the school ruse now that he was aware of it. Hazing, then? Well, there was probably only one way to find out, scary as it sounded.
He'd need to go to the entryway, huh.
Gulping, afraid of what he'd find once there, the boy tiptoed to the classroom door and, drawing in a breath, pulled it open - only to let out a high-pitched scream the second he saw what waited behind it - the face of a fox, staring down at him from more than a dozen centimeters taller.
"Oh?" The face asked, and Dieter quickly realized the animal was just a mask. O-oh. Oh.. for God's... he had half the mind to just-
"So you're awake~?" The man continued in a singy-sangy tone, snapping Dieter from his darkening thoughts and bringing fear back into his eyes. "That's good. The first test subject is finally up and running! I've been sooo bored all alone here."
"... W-what?" Dieter blurter before he could help himself, taking an unconscious step away from the man. It didn't help that he was socially awkward and anxious to begin with; it just made him even more of an emotional wreck now. "Test- Who... who a-are you?!"
"Test, yes, you've been lucky enough to be chosen into a game. My name is Zero, and all you have to do is look for number nine to get out. Easy, huh?" Fyodor shrugged his shoulders, arms casually raised and one leg off the ground as if he was about to fall. "'Coooourse, if you can't get that to work out, the bomb inside your stomach will explode and blow you up into teeny tiny smithereens."
Dieter could have sworn he'd heard something like that before.
And to begin with, he, if anyone, knew that a bomb in the stomach wouldn't-
No, wait, no, now wasn't the time. He was about to be blown up by this madman in a mask! Eyes wide and heart beating in his throat now, the boy stumbled backwards into the classroom, almost hitting a desk. The other man took a step closer, then another, and another, until he was right in front of him. Dieter held his shaky breath.
"Wh-wh-"
"Juust kidding!" Fyodor finally chuckled, lifting the fox mask- and revealing another equally fox-like face underneath, just this one actually human and decorated with a grin. "Got ya, didn't I? Sorry about that. This is actually a game made by the aliens, and I'm a victim too."
It took Dieter a while to recover, and even longer while to reset his mind state to normal. The boy shook his head, and then stared up at the other, still timid but voice more challenging than before.
"Th-that... is a lie, isn't it," he finally managed to ask, heart more steady now, even if his voice still carried a lingering suspicion. "Aliens... d-don't exist after all. Nothing higher than a human does."
"Oh, really?" Fyodor asked, eyes closed, head tilted, and mouth decorated by curiosity. "Hoo... Then, yes, it's a lie. My bad."
Dieter growled at this point, annoyed by the creepy guy's presence and words alike, enough to clear away his stutter for the time being. He never could be both angry and scared at the same time.
"I've gotta go..." He mumbled, pushing past him to finally exit the classroom. "I got a note telling me to go to the entryway."
Fyodor's eyes lit up - or at least, they presumably did, since you couldn't really see them. And so, with few long-legged steps he was behind the shorter man as he walked, all smiles as he waved his own note.
"What a coincidence!" He chirped. "So did I~! Seems like we share the way to go then."
"... Joy," Dieter grumbled as he kept walking towards the designated meeting spot, deciding that ignoring the guy was probably the way to go - at least, until he could steady himself enough to appear normal again.
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