Knight of Doom

Danagnronpa, Hope's Peak Academy and The Ultimate Despair [CLOSED]

Amaya

Amaya slowly woke up from her slumber. Hm? Where am I? Amaya thought out of habit, but when she fully awoke and realized she was in a classroom. Oh, Hope's Peak Academy. She realized, but how did she fall asleep on the floor of a classroom? A multitude of ideas flooded her head to answer that question, but the thing that troubled her was that she didn't remember how she got here. Insomnia? No, I know I don't have memory loss. Besides it's my first day of high school, how could I forget that? Is it still the first day? More questions than answers filled Amaya's head, and while she could sit there forever and think of the possibilities it was about time she found answers. As she looked around, Amaya realized that security was tighter than a prison. Windows sealed with steel plates, cameras in every corner, was this really a prestigious academy? Amaya analyzed the monitor, but there was currently no information being broadcasted, which made it useless. Well, there was no point staying here any longer, so Amaya left her room.

Mikazuki

Mika shot up from her position on the ground. She had been alert one minute, then down the next. Who did this to her? Mika stood up a little too fast causing her head feel a bit light. She steadied herself against a nearby desk until it passed. The windows and cameras put Mika on high alert. Whoever did this to me, definitely wants something from me, but what? It's not like she had any money or... Did they want her to shoot someone? No, that's stupid. They would just hire an assassin for that kind of work. Mika thoroughly searched the room looking for a clue of something to defend herself with. But after coming up with nothing, she went to search elsewhere.

Morituri te Salutant: Arkreidian Gladiators

Duvain felt like a piece of meat being thrown from person to person. After being bought like cattle, she was tossed into a carriage and carried off to who knows where. Duvain was more concerned about how her younger sister was holding up, while she was use to being alone for long periods of time, she still didn't know how to hunt. Duvain and her parents spoiled her younger sister. Duvain was afraid of the emotional trauma that her younger sibling would sustain after loosing both her parents and her sister. Duvain could only hope that her friend would take her in.

When they had finally arrived at their destination, Duvain was nearly stripped of all her clothing by and orc. She tried her best to resist, but to no avail. After being fully humiliated by this orc, measurements were taken, and many jeers were made. It was all Duvain could do to restrain her anger and humiliation, after all it would only hurt her in this situation. Ragged clothes were forced onto her in a little more rough fashion. They were better than nothing, but still indecent for her standards. It was then that she was handed a wooden dagger, which couldn't even cut a twig. She simply stared at it as she was informed to defend herself, and shoved into a cage. When she looked up, a large serpent was released into the area. Were these people enjoying this? She couldn't imagine why, though.

The serpent slowly circled her, eyeing it's next prey. Duvain carefully watched it's movements preparing herself for it to strike first. In a flash, the serpent launched itself at her, poison fangs ready to rip her to shreds. However, Duvain launched herself into the air above the serpent's head and attached herself to it's neck. The serpent thrashed around, trying to get the nuisance off, but Duvain clung to dear life. The vicious movements almost made her loose what sustenance she had left in her stomach. She mustered up her strength and feebly positioned herself onto the beast's head. With a last effort she stabbed both it's eyes. The animal flailed even more fiercely, causing Duvain to loose grip and slam into a wall. She laid there for a moment trying to regain her breath and energy. But the snake had the sense of smell to lead it to it's victim. Cornered, Duvain threw her hands into a defensive position. The serpent grabbed Duvain with it's mouth, and tried to swallow her, but Duvain forced the snake's mouth open. Shaking with the strain, Duvain thrust her bodily fluid covered dagger into it's brain through the roof of it's mouth. The snake fell limp, and Duvain's exhausted body fell to the ground, limp yet again.

Duvain was then dragged out, and forced into more decent clothing. Then once again thrown into a dank cell. The guards threw some almost inedible gruel and nasty water into her cell. Reluctantly, Duvain cautiously ate the food. She wasn't sure if it was drugged or poisoned, however, it she didn't eat she'd end up dead anyway. After awhile she realized it wasn't poisoned, but perhaps it was drugged because she slowly started to loose consciousness.

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Soon dawn arrive and Duvain was rudely awakened by her shackles being grabbed, and her body being dragged along the sand covered floor. She was then stood in a line. With the new scratches and scrapes on her body, Duvain was wide awake. It seemed that all living things were either close to the line of prisoners or as far away from this situation as possible. The morning chill sent goosebumps all over Duvain's exposed skin, her breath almost visible in the soft morning light. The clattering of hooves startled Duvain out of her trance, and brought her attention to the horse drawn cart. When it reached a full stop, a lanista hobbled out. A moment of silence passed over the group, as if time stood still. "Rejoice, slaves," he boomed, breaking the silence, "I have chosen you to represent me in today's gladiatorial games." A collective gasp went through some of the assembled party. Duvain, straightened up, her body now stiff from shock. "This means that you will be fighting for the entertainment of the people of Lairea," he continued. "Some of you will die, and I will have wasted my denars on a lost cause," he said as he started to limp around, locking eyes with each one of them, "but to those of you who have lived...I have much more in store for you." Stopping at the other end of the line, he turned back around. "You will continue to fight for me," he said as he straightened up. A Thunderhoof stepped out of the established line. "And what if I just crush your sickly little bones here, human?" he boomed as he reached out of the man's neck. In a flash, the man's cane flew out and slapped the beastman's hand away before returning and slamming across the thunderhoof's face, leaving a long welt. "I will have you terminated immediately," was the immediate reply as an orc stepped out, a large axe in hand. Dried blood caked its surface as he growled, learning towards the Thunderhoof.

An elf from the Forest Thorns then stepped out of line. "And what is to stop us, as a collective group, destroying your...ludus...and escaping?" he asked. Why was everyone threatening him? He held the key to all their chains, the information to get them home, and the power to kill them. The human scoffed. "The urban legionnaires of course," he said, "and my other gladiators." The elf's eyes narrowed. "And for what reason would they remain loyal to you?" The human sighed as he hobbled closer, "Because they heard out my proposal in full," he said as he glared up into his opposer's eyes, "now step back and let me finish, youngling." The elf reluctantly stepped back into line, even as the Thunderhoof was dragged back as well. "As I was saying, you will continue to fight for me," he said as he sat back onto the cart, "until you either die," he said as he held a hand up to stifle any complaints, "or you pay off double what I paid for you. I am a tough, cruel man, tis true," he continued as he rested his peg leg on his good thigh, "but I am a fair man nontheless. If you can pay your price back twofold, I will release you to your own will and allow you passage out of the city." With a lopsided smile, he took out a pipe and started to prepare it. "Is it a deal?"

Sidling over, he lit his pipe. "Well?" he prompted as he gestured in with his free hand. Duvain didn't dare make a move, she stared straight ahead, thinking with whatever energy she had from her short nap. The elf from before took a single step forward, drawing more than a few eyes. Turning to the other 9 in the line, he cleared his throat. "Individually, we cannot hope to best the city's guard," he said as he stood at the foot of the cart, "but...perhaps if we unite our power, we may be able to secure our freedom one battle at a time. What's say you all?"

"It may be possible, but I cannot bring myself to be on the run forever. I need to see my sister, but if I run away at such a time I will only bring her into harm's way." Duvain said, focusing her eyes on the commanding elf. "Under no circumstances will I bring my sister harm. Especially since there is another way. For either path we will have to fight to the death. What makes our chances any better fighting city's guard than fighting others who are forced to fight us? If anything it'd be easier to earn twice the money he paid for us." She proposed her argument, while this elf might not like to kneel under other's authority, it's the easiest way to get out of this situation. Duvain could only hope that all she was going to do was fight for this man.

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

Collab between King Kindred and Knight of Doom (Troy and Kiran)

"Yea, I haven't eaten yet." Kiran smiled, happy that she could make someone's day better. She sat next to Troy. A plate was set in front of her and she began to carefully cut her maple syrup covered chocolate chip pancakes. "So who's in that picture?" She asked, treading carefully. She didn't want to make him angry, and the person in the picture seemed to lighten Troy's mood up.

Troy looked at Kiran as she sat next to him. He almost expected her to sit across from him instead. Her pancakes looked better than his and he started to wonder why he had never tried chocolate chip pancakes. It had to be good, right? Chocolate chips tended to make a lot of things taste better. He was caught off-guard by her question. People didn't typically ask it and even though it was a touchy subject he had no problem answering it. He glanced down at his plate before glancing back over to her. "My mother. It's a picture of me and her when I was five. She was killed by a monster when I was twelve years old." He paused for a moment and ate another piece of his pancakes. "Her death is why I'm angry most of the time. Yesterday was the anniversary of her death. She loved my father and he did nothing to save her."

A sigh escaped his lips before he looked up as if he was seeing through the roof of the pavilion. He wondered how the dead worked. Most of the time he wished that his mother was an Angel or constellation so that she could look down and watch him. Hopefully her spirit lived well down in the Underworld. She always said that he was special, but she was the special one.

"Well, it seems that your mother was a really nice lady. Especially since she still loved your father, even after he left. That takes a lot of dedication. I'm she would forgive your father if she had the chance. I'm also sure she'd want you to move on and become a stronger person. That's what mother's are there for right?" Kiran moved her hand slightly closer to Troy's arm, before deciding against it. "The gods on the other hand, aren't always as forgiving or helpful. It's difficult to admit, but they tend to choose favorites. I know because I'm one of my father's favourites. It's difficult to live up to his expectations, but at the same time I don't know what it's like to be ignored by my godly parent. So I guess I don't really have a say in the matter."

Kiran wanted to comfort him, but honestly there was only so much she could do. As a healer, she wish she had the ability to comfort souls. That was the only thing the Aphrodite children were good at. When they used their charm speak, they could comfort someone's soul. Kiran had to do it the hard way, with words and actions. She gave Troy a small smile hoping that if she stayed positive, he would too.

Troy knew that Kiran was mostly right. He was sure that his mother forgave his father a long time ago and she'd want him to do the same, but he couldn't just bring himself to do it. He never liked or understood the whole favouritism thing that the gods had for their kids. How could you choose favourites out of your children? It wasn't even that Poseidon even had a lot of living children. That was unless you counted the Cyclopes. Hell, apparently he even loved his Cyclops brother Tyson more than he loved him. The only thing that Poseidon really did was give him life and claimed him at a campfire. That didn't really make up for sixteen years of not being there. Sometimes he wondered if he was a mistake. Gods tended to make mistakes all the time despite their perceived perfection.

He looked at Kiran and wondered if she had heard of the Civil War that's coming up. She seemed to be more carefree than some of the older campers right now. It was true that not all of them heard of it, but it almost seemed like the majority did. "Have you heard of this Civil War of the gods? What do you think about it? I asked Skylar the same thing before we almost got to fighting."

"Civil War?" Kiran had never heard of it. "That sounds pretty bad. I've talked to Apollo a couple times earlier in the school year, but eventually he got busy. What's it all about?" Kiran couldn't imagine a scenario where the words 'Civil War' ended in a good or even neutral way. The gods usually fought, so maybe it was a small event? At least that's what she thought.

Troy was right then. She didn't know about it. He figured that he understood why he got busy. "A lot of the gods don't believe that Zeus is fit to rule the gods and that Athena should be their new leader. Normally I would have agreed with them and sided with Athena on this one, but my father is on her side so... yeah. Zeus it is. Some think that the fight between the gods will eventually become a war between their own kids. It sucks and the gods don't even care. They're stubborn like that. I don't know who's all on whose side, but it won't be a good war." Then again no war was necessarily good. Troy really didn't even want to get into all of this, but he felt that he would be dragged into it regardless. With his anger unchecked most of the time in battle what would he do to his very extended family?

"Hmm," Kiran thought. "I really don't want to take a side. A war like this, usually has side affects on the mortal world." Kiran sighed. While she wanted some excitement over the summer, she didn't want anyone to die. But of course, in a world filled with gods with serious egos, lots of people were bound to die. "Are you really willing to pick a side based on your parentage?" Kiran asked. While she may not have any reason or motivation to pick a side in a war she had no idea about 2 minutes ago, she might still have to pick a side. It's probably better to learn as much as she can about everyone else.

Troy felt like a rotten brat when Kiran put it like that. Was he really going to pick a side in a war just because it opposed his father? The answer to it was of course yes, but it didn't make him feel better about it. He finished up the last of his pancakes and sighed. "Yeah. It sounds bad when you put it that way. I mean the picking the side just on parentage. I was already concerned about the condition this war would put the world in. Nothing good can come of this."

Troy then stood up from his seat and stretched a bit. "I'm going to go to the fields to train. You can come if you want."

Kiran bounced out of her seat. "Definitely!" She exclaimed. "It's been so long since I've trained. I'm so rusty, it not even funny." The Civil War could be put on the back burner for now. If Kiran couldn't fight decently, then let's just say the summer wouldn't be any fun.

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@King Kindred

Feel free

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@King Kindred

Yea sure.

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@CallaLily

0.0 Honestly I just wanted Kiran to have some interaction. So It's kinda a one sided battle. Kiran is just nice to everyone in general. Oh well.

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@King Kindred

I suppose we'll need to collaborate.

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@CallaLily

Sure, no problem.

X-Men Apex Rising

To make life easier, I changed Eris's college (which may or may not be an actual college that offers Chemical Engineering), and since in real life it'd make sense for the college located at the nation's capital to be very prestigious, I'd like to think that it is in this RP.

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

Soon enough, Kiran's stomach began growling. "See ya!" She waved to the two new Hermes kids and made her way to the pavillion. Unfortunately, Kiran knew A LOT of campers and each wanted to talk with her about her school year. Unable to say no, Kiran ended up being later than she had expected. As she reached the creast of the hill, the earth began to shake. Oh no! Kiran thought racing up the hill. The earth shaking usually meet one of two things. Either they were under attack, or one of Poseidon's kids was fighting.

It turns out it was the latter of the two which was the best option out of the two, but still not good. Kiran ran over to Troy and Skylar. While Kiran wasn't BFFs with either of them, she still thought that they shouldn't interfere with the other camper's experience. Especially on the first day. What would the first years think of this? It's suppose to be a safe haven. Fighting with each other is not a good example of that, at least when it isn't authorized.

Just as Kiran assessed the situation, Chiron stopped the brewing battle. "That is enough, Troy. You've been here long enough to know better than that. Look at the picture and calm down." The centaur said in his booming voice. "What do you think you're doing, picking a fight with the camper? You're a guest here and an adult." Kiran sighed in relief, good old Chiron was there to save the day, as usual. Kiran continued her approach as Skylar left, and Chiron talked with Sierra. Kiran walked over to the trio wanting to at least greet Chiron after a long school year. However, he left before she could get a word in.

"Hmph. Chiron is a fool for letting you off this easy, you're very lucky. But even with my supervision I doubt you'd behave, so I'll leave you to your mischief." Sierra said before also leaving. Jeez what's with everyone? It's the first day of summer! They should at least try to have some fun. Kiran thought to herself.

"So, are you good?" Kiran asked Troy. "I mean obviously there wasn't a fight so you have no wounds. That's good. And, uh," Kiran paused unsure of what to say next. "Would you rather be alone, or? I can if you'd like." Kiran offered.