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Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

The motley crew assembles to save a downed friend! Now with extra teamwork (and puns)!

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

“I see.” Daimyon nodded, listening attentively as Krista summarised the happenings in the busy break room while he was away on his little exploration. “Thank ye. I agree with him, fully. So long as we give these gifts away with a kind heart, we have nothing to worry!”

Pleasant exchange this was, even when the topic at hand was heavy. The poet has never seriously believed any of his fellows would be driven to take the sacred life of another because of simple gifts. He quickly suppressed any thought that suggested otherwise—his mind was dangerous to let loose, in a way that it had a tendency to imagine the absolute craziest scenarios in any given situation—and instead let out a short chuckle at the violinist's wordplay.

“I don't know how our dear doctor thinks we'll get in trouble because of these little things... He must have an extensive imagination, though I guess it's not surprising. He's the mastermind, after all.”
Right back at cha, Krista.

He made a mental note to up his pun-game because they had a champion in town, and Daimyon would not take any contender to his mastery of words. He was already wondering how he would organise the championship round where they would face off with wit so sharp it could cut steel, to standing ovation from the other Infinites. They would stand in a circle in tense silence, waiting for the two contenders to finally drop their final bars and end the other's whole career (even though neither of them were rappers).
Krista's answer to his second, more important question ended the silly train of thought.

“Ah, yes! I merely asked because my gift,” he did an elegant hand motion that accompanied a quick bow, “is for you.”
This would have all been that much more effective if he actually had the violin care package with him and did not forget it in his room. Not like he let such small discrepancies get him down as he recovered swiftly.
“I'll bring it here right away...” He turned, only to see Rika desperately tugging away at Isaiah's inert mass at one side and Felix approaching with a plate of sandwiches and a similar suggestion from the other. There were, as always, more pressing matters to attend to. “...as soon as we get him out of here. Thanks for the pick-me-up, my friend.”
He took a sandwich from the plate and ate it in a few quick bites. Not his style as he liked to savour the taste usually, but the urgency did not allow him for that.

“Well then! I propose the following: I and Felix carry our downed friend to his room. Krista, you bring the food. Rika, you bring the cassette player.”

He sprung to action quickly, hoping to make up for his earlier fumbles. Approaching the situation however needed some care as the man was full of bandages and of potentially considerable weight. Daimyon had no idea how many of those sheets covered recent scars—and just lifting him up through his arms or whatever he found easiest had the risk of waking him with an extremely painful sensation. This would have...

A) Made Isaiah pretty mad
B) Made the poet drop him, causing even more pain and another potential blackout

Rinse and repeat the cycle of pain and clumsiness. Daimyon looked at Felix with a puzzled look. Perhaps the Infinite Free Runner had a better idea on how joints and limbs worked and in which shape they were safe to be bent...

After some trouble—which fortunately did not include any iterations of said cycle—, they managed to lift the blood donor up and carefully move out of the break room with him. The two girls were close behind.

“Ugh...” Daimyon grunted every now and then. He was no muscle man, even though sharing the weight with the athlete made the ordeal easier. “We're almost there, right? Let's plan ahead. Where do we want to go from here?”

@Spriggs27 @addamas @Aewin

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

On another note, anyone else in the For Honour Closed Beta?

@Vocab

Got an email about it. Is it any good?

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

My latest post was the first where I didn't forget to add the mentions. xD It's srs bsns, especially considering how you have to include it in the original post. Adding them with an edit (as me and Broken know so well :P) doesn't notify the people!

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@addamas Poor Felix. lol He's the most reasonable person in our eccentric bunch. Like 'Heeello people, we have an unconscious guy here, maybe we should ensure his safety first before chatting it up with introductions and violin care packages?'

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Posted at long last. Daimyon's a bit of a late-comer, so he has a bunch of catching-up to do, but hey, I tried to work things out. :P

And I didn't even forget the appropriate mentions this time, wohoo!

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Daimyon took a slight detour from the source of the increasing noise to get a better feel around the area. Yesterday he did not even have the chance to explore the, otherwise not too spacious, floor they were on. The rooms—there were more than seventeen as he had seen a few empty rooms on his way, but he has not counted them yet—took up about one third of the entirety and the second largest area was a laundry room. Not a very exciting development. Further prospects were not quite hopeful either: a storehouse, a place for trash and some lockers no one has taken up to using yet. He took some notes on his e-handbook about them nonetheless; it came in handy to know a good deal about the place one was temporarily staying at, even if it was mundane.

In the end Daimyon was only confirmed in his belief that the people were what would make this experience worthwhile...or at least bearable. He entered the break room and felt reinvigorated, if a bit overwhelmed right away. Almost everyone was present; some chatted, others drank, a few were still trying to find their place in the bustle. He gave a wave and a quick hello to the robotic monk Mondatta who walked past him and out of the room. He could feel the resolve radiating off the old man—at least he hoped it was resolve, not actual radiation—and hoped he would succeed in whatever he has just set out to do.

Once he was firmly inside and immersed in the atmosphere, something that was very important for artists, he surveyed the gathered people more throughoutly. He saw Cyrus, technically his oldest acquaintance among the Infinites, just stepping off some makeshift podium and making his way to...Calvin, yes. Calvin the metal-smith. Daimyon suddenly regret taking so much time exploring the dull floor; he missed what was probably an inspiring speech about the values of unity and how people were meant to come together the strongest in the face of the bleakest crisis. He made a mental note to ask the politician about the details later.

Talking about details, he would have also loved to be made aware of what had happened with Isaiah—a particularly wonderful name with rich history, the poet loved when names were meaningful—who was lying motionless on the ground, attended to by Felix and Rika, who both somehow made it here before Daimyon, and...Krista! Well, she mostly just stood there giggling about something. Another thing to find out. He really did not want to miss out any fun.

He saw a woman whose name he should have also recalled instantly: she was the Infinite Knight in shining armour. She was first quite often: she had the first room in the hallway and Daimyon wrote her name on the top of the list he hastily scribbled down in the elevator shortly after waking up. And somehow, he has not managed to slip a word in with her yet and seemed to even forget her name in the heat of the moment. Embarrassing, to say at least. He pulled to the side and opened his notebook to solve the mystery because none of these people deserved to be disrespected like that: Shona Moffett. Shona. Moffett. He would not forget her name again.

In the poet's defence, he had to memorise no less than sixteen names all of a sudden, no small feat when there were hundreds of other variables—his dangerously uncertain future, for example—at play. Still, he had been through worse. One of his poems gave a humorous account of that one time a good couple years ago when he was part of a (very much alive) poets' society where people addressed each other by their pen names. Now that was madness. Instead of sticking to their names or at least parts or variations of it like Daimyon did, many of these aspiring artists chose names longer than the title of a king. That or they went for abstract terms—like ‘Revelation’ or ‘The Seeker’—which fit a spaceship more than a person. And the lengths they would go to explain the sheer brilliance and depth of their decision to go in the writing world as ‘Poppyseed’...

He lasted for a month.

So yes, he could consider himself lucky now. With that positive thought in mind, he chose one of the many goals he put up for himself for today—most of which were attempts to get back in the loop on everything—and approached the people around the downed Isaiah.

“Well that doesn't look healthy.”
He crouched down to the man for a quick examination. His chest was moving up and down slowly, which meant his breathing was stable. Daimyon took a bandaged arm and put his finger on the inside of the wrist to check for a pulse, which was also there. Thus concluded his first-aid knowledge. Nevertheless, he liked to feel useful for reasons other than entertainment, so he once again took every small victory he could take.
“What happened?” He turned to the others with the inquiry he has been wanting to make from the moment he spotted the scene.

“Oh and, Krista. I...couldn't finish my introduction the last time, so I'm here to make up for my little crime. I'm Daimyon and it's a pleasure to meet you!” He smiled at her. Perhaps the current situation was not the best occasion for this, but he did not want to leave matters unfinished, even if they were as small as introductions. “Before I forget...do you still have your violin with you?”

@Aewin @AimeChambers @addamas @Spriggs27

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

For anyone planning to watch the DR3 anime: do as people tell you and intertwine the two arcs! Watch Future ep 1, then Despair ep 1, future ep 2, despair 2, so on and so on... Then the Hope episode at the very end after you're done with both arcs.

I was actually dumb enough to watch them like every other anime and got exposed to half the big twists prematurely. >_> Don't be me!

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

I most probably won't be able to post for another day. Daimyon headed for the break room as well so if anything major goes down there (aside from what's already happened), he can be involved. Depending on how fast the scene goes, I may still be able to set up that conversation he wanted to have with Krista about the gift and stuffs, but that remains to be seen.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@FantasyChic Stay strong! The Infinite crew will be right here when you come back. :D