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Danganronpa Roleplay (Interest Check)

Hey ya'll, hopefully you're still taking reservations. If so, I'd like to grab myself the SHSL Hacker.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

~ Argumentative ~

Cyrus's sudden and impromptu entry left a lot to be desired in the eyes of Faith, lacking much of the formailty and professionalism she might have expected from the Infinite Politician. As he stormed in, letting the doors swing shut with a bang on their own, she threw him a little hello wave, seemingly and relatively oblivious to the apparent danger of the situation. Much to her dismay, he didn't return the action.

He began, and finished, quickly, laying out the events clearly, concisely, taking charge at the moments notice; no less than she expected. She reached into her pocket, withdrawing the Tome and a random coloured felt tip - yellow, this time - and flipped to around halfway, scribbling something out before writing another thing down. Cyrus was something of a disappointment, in that way, but it was all material she could work with.

Sitting, listening to everyone's discussions, arguments, about what to do and how best to go about saving Krista, or not as the case may have had it, Faith couldn't help drifting, concocting a master plan that would rival the greatest exploits in history. Everyone arguing back and forth, repeating the same points "Fight this" "Give her that" "Talk about this" had her head spinning, but not in the way a good mystery confounded her; how she longed for precognitive abilities if merely to cease the seemingly endless squabble.

Davis's abrupt appearance perked her up a little, but with more frustration than excitement than anything.
"Davis!" she exclaimed at the screen as the image of their captor winked out, no doubt attracting the odd looks from a few of the others, "Release the Magic Dampening Field at once, before I relay your machinations to The Council, Warlock! They shan't be as lenient as I!" but to no avail.

Instead, she found herself and the others face to face with their least favourite mascot, Monokuma. Faith found herself strained to stop herself demanding Davis be summoned, and instead listened in to what the bear had to say. And as much as she hated to admit it, his offer was fantastic. Much the same as with the battle against Alexandria, as Noel had informed her, they would be granted access to the next floor for destroying the Sister. It would be during the Night of Carnage, so they'd have to fight her Carnage Class Chassis, but they would be able to put it out of commission for good; the added difficulty was just a small price to pay.

Finding a pause between the constant arguments that seemed to ravage the Diner, Faith tried her best to make herself known.
"Uuuuuum, Hiya guys! I'm Faith - kinda new, Infinite Matchmaker - all that cooooool stuff." she quickly ran through her introduction, "I might not be of much help, cause somebody-" she shot a glance towards Monokuma, "-decided to set up an Anti-Magic Field, buuuuuuut we should totally fight! We've got a bunch of strong Infinites, ahem, and me, and anyways, you guys already took down one of their Chassis things before, right?"

And then, she turned to Aleecia.
"Cause y'know Aleecia... Allie. Allie? Can I call you Allie?" she paused for a second, thinking, "I'm gonna call you Allie~! Buuuuut, we can't just give you up. Didn't you hear, Nariko won't give Krista up even if you do go there, and talking isn't gonna work - if the Robots here are anything like my old game, they've got enough screws loose to make a new cabinet! Or... robot - but the point still stands! Plus you're young, I bet, and cute at that - no way can I let us waste such a prime candidate for shipping~!"

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

~ A Little Birdy Once Told Me ~

Pleased at meeting her only friend within the new Killing Game, Faith proceeded to look around. The new scenario was much reminiscent of what she had been transposed from, but in a way unbeknownst to her exhumed something of a different aura. Though that wasn't to say it was unexplainable, for she had a good deal of training in examining, determining and identifying various energy signatures; it would merely take some time to set up.

All she could hope was that her Arch-nemesis, Davis, had taken the liberty to learn from his previous mistakes in setting up her room. What he had presented her prior to the transfer was a particularly pitiful effort, as though he had little to no knowledge on her true self. Faith might have thought it strange, but as she strolled along the corridor in the patients quarter, glancing briefly and intermittently at her handbook, towards her room, it was quite clear she didn't; rather, she considered it perfectly within sound judgement.

But as Faith swiped her handbook over the panel to her room, pulled down the handle and burst into the room, a grin lit her otherwise smirking face.
"For an Evil Warlock, Mr Davis, you're so kind oh my MOTHER!" she exclaimed, darting into packed room, containing bookshelves and assorted shelf's of varying materials. Paper, chalk, purifying salts, a sharpened ritual dagger; not exactly the tools her trade, but beyond everything she could have ever hoped for.

What lead the man to alter her decision on her room style she couldn't tell. While Faith wasn't exactly the most powerful of Mage's in the field of Arcane, Druidic and Ancient "Offence" Magic - with the term of offence used very lightly - she was still powerful enough to stand toe to toe with some of the greatest minds in the field.

But, alas, with such great materials, there was many a thing missing. Faith hated to be one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the room did lack some components she would have greatly appreciated. First of all being a Philosophers Stone, but she could easily tell that such a thing wasn't going to be handed to her, even if Davis could have sourced one quite easily with his number of captives. No, what she would have desperately desired would have been a certain plant - the Lily of the Valley, primarily. It was a component in one of her most powerful mind alteration spells, used to generate feelings of love between two parties.

How she longed for some kind of Herbalist, if only to prove to Jez it was possible to have her fall in love~!

In her excitement, though, Faith had forgotten the most important thing of the new Game entirely. The one thing that made it bearable, enjoyable almost, and the thing she needed most of all. The people! What kind of a Princess to the Throne of the Love God would she be without taking advantage of such a grand situation? The confinement had people's emotions running high, scared for their lives, what better a time would it be where her spells would be most effective? She poured her own lust and energy into her Tome, but what if she could take that energy from everyone present? She could match them to her hearts content, without worry about anyone's...
"Asexualities getting in the way..!" she coughed aloud, strolling from the room. And where, did she divine, that there would be the greatest congregation of people?

The dining room of course! Her legs picked up pace, practically skipping her way along the corridor towards the Resort, in correspondence with her E-Handbook. What kind of people would she meet?! If Jez was so happy around her, despite the circumstances, they must have been a wonderful bunch, the kind ripe to be shipped off into love at the earliest of conveniences! The thought accelerated her heart beat, driving her along the halls unto her newest of encounters!

---

Noel

One shower later and the reporter was back in action. She wanted to forego the shower, afraid to miss the juiciest information available. But what kind of lady would she be if she didn't at least clean herself after a proper workout. Beating cops fair and square was extremely hard work! Not to mention, her stench might've scared the scoops away! Now that would simply be unforgivable. Only victory was on the mind of Noel Hawthorne, and it was going to be a clean victory. To sate her endless need for information for another day her ultimate goal. again and again.

She has a good feeling about today, it followed her as she ascended the stairs. Today was simply made for her to succeed. Victories never came alone, not if you knew where to find them. And if Noel was good at one thing, it would be finding things. But what kind of victory would be next? The juicy kind? The grim kind? Perhaps the kind of victory you'd rather not win? Nay, it was none of these. Because you see, she already saw victory as she arrived on the second floor! Conquest was hers! Wait, that wasn't right. But she won anyway.

"CELEBRITY SPOTTED" Noel shrieked as she leapt over through the hallway, graceful as a feral cat. She landed in front of Faith with the widest grin imaginable. As if a wolf in front of a sheep. But no, she knew better. The woman in front of her was no sheep. She was the fiercest of predators. A dangerous creature, much like her. Noel's eyes shone with fierce light, the light of opportunity. "Faith matching-people-like-socks Lambert! What a pleasant surprise." She said with glee. She very much expected faith to know her. Noel had covered quite a bit of her work, some of the more famous couplings. Regardless, she introduced herself. "Noel Hawthorne, infinite reporter of news both disastrous and lovey!"

In her excitement to reach her destination, the dining hall, as illustrated on her map, no doubt the primmest of locations for social interactions, Faith hadn't directly entertained the idea of being jumped in transit. She had, under false assumptions, believed no one would know her here; circles of Infinites tended to be closed and exclusive at the best of times.

But as she found herself skipping along, cheerily, basking in the tentative feeling of up and coming experiences, something twitched. She didn't know what, not for a second, but things didn't twitch for no reason. It twitched in her head, a premonition, she might have called it, despite having few connections nor experiences with precognition. Maybe it was the new scenario, or perhaps the stress of being displaced into another game that had triggered it, but she braced herself regardless.

And thusly, as she turned the corner into the Resort, she spied the only thing that could have created such a twitch, equally entering the Resort. The moment they locked eyes the other bounded towards her, a predator unleashed. But this wasn't her first time dealing with such predatory creatures, and in her defensive stance, prepared for the inquiries she knew were to happen...

...Faith grabbed the girl in an embrace, as though they were friends.
"Helloooooooooooooooooooooo Noel~!" she exclaimed, recognising her hunter instinctively, hugging her for a few seconds, before releasing her and skipping backwards a short distance, "Who woulda thought you'd be here, huh~!? What are the chances? The stars have blessed this game, we could say, for me to meet so many I have heard of or met before!" in the follow-up, she removed the tome from her outfit, along with a green felt tip, and flipped it open to a seemingly random page, "How about an interview, little miss reporter~?"

Noel hadn't expected such a warm reception, it rather made her giggle a little. "Good fortune comes to those who wait, even in a place like this." She exclaimed.She eyed the matchmaker as she took out her book, curious as to its use. She smirked, taking out her notepad in response. "Who will be interviewing who, I reckon?" She locked eyes with the matchmaker, she felt a certain spark. The spark one could only get when two people lusting for knowledge locked eyes. Of course, they had slightly different reasons for wanting to know. "It's not a reporter's place to be on the front page, you know?"

"Hmm, I wonder, I wonder~" she giggled, placing her hands, book and pen behind her back, clasping them together in the process, "Is it good or bad fortune that I myself am to be interviewed by Noel Hawthorne, only the most respected and dangerous reporter, a harbinger of doom to the masses~?" she flicked the lid off the pen, an audible click resonating strangely loudly as it hit the floor, and she swung her hands forward again, this time actually writing something in within the pages of the ornately decorated Tome, "But I guess either way I get to learn a little bit more about you, riiiight~?"

She gasped in faked shock. "You'd imply I could be bad fortune? How utterly cruel." She pursed her lips. "The masses love me, I'll let you know. At least I think they do. Who else would they wanted to be spoon-fed your latest couplings by? Even if some of your couplings are more interesting to see their inevitable demise." She snickered, throwing back some attitude. "Depends entirely on what you're asking, honey. I'm pretty sure I'm fated to marry my camera." She dismissed the topic. "Of course, you have every bit of information I want... or at least will have. Tell me, oh great maiden of love. Who oh who are to be bound by the shackles of fate?"

Well that was on a completely different level. Faith could feel the pout form in reponse, and she quickly took to pointing the tip of the pen towards her opponent.
"Now lookie here Miss Noel, none of my pairings dies! Love doesn't die! I mean, the people might die, buuuut..." she trailed off, sort of looking into space, before abruptly, "-that's not to say my pairings fail! I'll have you know my power is absolute! Being the Daughter of a God does that - I thought you did your research on me~?"

As quickly as the seeming frustration had formed it dissipated, forming altogether back into her characteristic childish, playful behaviour.
"But if you really wanna know who I've divined to be matched~?" she paused for a couple second for added effect, then winked at her, "You'll have to keep watching and find out~! The Gods don't give unfair knowledge to those who haven't earned it~" In response, she darted forward, so the two were just a short distance away, "But'ya know, having such a talented information gatherer and broker doing favours for me could help... sway my mother into giving you some sneak peaks, if you're interested~"

Oh, the matchmaker had devised many good pairing in the past, but she knew of several that had hit a rough patch. They hadn't necessarily broken up, but she considered it a matter of time. But that was perhaps a story for another time. She didn't look amused being denied the information she so desperately wanted. But it didn't take long for that grin to reform. "Now you are speaking my language. A fair exchange. And I don't have to expose your mother's dirty laundry in the process! Yes, an excellent deal." She teased. "So is there anything specific you're interested in?"

Faith paused for a second, looking at the door she assumed would lead to the Dining Hall. Her eyes betrayed a kind of curiousity to it, but quickly she snapped back to the conversation, flipping a couple of pages forwards into her notebook.
"Weeeeeeell, there is somebody who I could use a bit more info on~" she finger ran across the page, as though reading from something, and at the edge of the page she smiled, "There are a lot of things, actually~! I wanna know about this Game, the crimes, the victims; standard stuff for a new face. Buuuuut, specifically, I wanna know all about Jezebel~!"

Noel's eyes glimmered. "Well, those are easy enough. Most definitely." She wondered why jezebel specifically. But that was a matter she'd ask later.
She gave a quick, but accurate detailing of the past week, but then moved to the meat of the story. "Jezebel. Jezebel. Yes, well the last case was unravelling her predecessor. The former infinite trickster, that was something." She snickered.
"She went rather... far in her defense of one of the suspects, nearly made poor Krista cry, I tell you." She paused for a few seconds, letting Faith wallow in the anticipation for a bit. "If you find him, go have a chat with the infinite archer. Blond, kinda weird, looks like an elf. Jezebel totally has hots for him. They're together all the time." She chuckled.

Those words were all Faith needed to here before the glint in her own eye matched that of Noel's. Her fingers flipped through the pages of the book, settling on one in particular, and began to write down everything her fellow said regarding the Game. She noted certain things, such as needing to fight a Carnage Sister to advance to the next floor; a staple, she assumed, belonging only to their Game in particular.

Then, as Noel began on Jezebel, she flipped through another set of pages, scanning down each one as she spoke, until she finished.
"The Infinite Archer... Zachary Ackerson~?" she took a second to read what was written, thanks to Monokuma's introduction "So you think Jez likes him~? I'll have to find him at some point, it's definitely something worth following. I have a good feeling about this pairing; I think my mother might approve~!"

Faith was about to continue, and indeed she might have done, but remembering their bargain she quickly scanned the page once again.
"As for your payment..." she began, tracing over each word slowly and adding small notes as she went, "I suppose I can let you know that Jez and me are friends from one of the other games, so I have a particular interest in matching her with someone~! I think she dared me to? Hey, hey, is he cute?"

Noel had to think a little on that question. "Guess he's okay. Kinda feminine, not the brightest tool in the shed, needed to be defended by Jezebel last trial because he barely had the balls to speak up. But I guess he looks okay." Noel said bluntly. "I guess he's kinda harmless. You know, not a bad guy." She shrugged. She smiled at Faith. "I trust you'll keep me updated. I think there's some cute couples possible here... All them hormonal youngsters, flirting even in a deathtrap." She laughed.

She moved closer, and whispered in Faith's ear. "Of course, that includes your own prince charming... or princess, I ain't judging." She teased.

Only somewhat good looking? Particularly submissive? Only one of those things could be true for someone Jez liked; she had always sensed the clown had a bit of a dominant streak behind her.
"Hmm~" she watched Noel closely as she spoke, almost creepily if it didn't look so innocent, "Of course I'll keep you updated~! I'd never break a promise!" she exclaimed, beaming a smile that betrayed some hidden idea, that not all information was on the table.

But as Noel herself got closer, the grin sunk into something of a smirk. Faith had everything she wanted out of the conversation.
"Don't forget, though~" she whispered back, intentionally closing the already minuscule distance between them, "That you're on my radar as well~" and just as quickly as she moved in, she danced behind her, skipping off down the corridor ever so slightly, "And you've been in enough war-zones to know they do their best not to miss a target~! See you around, little birdy; you'll be of great help to me~"

Noel let her pass her without as much as a movement. She put a finger on her lips and smiled. "You can try, I suppose." She responded. She said as she saw the distance increase. "And I've been in enough war-zones to know how not to get hit. I wish you good luck, you'll need it. Either way, I imagine this alliance will be of great benefit to us both." She waved. "You have fun now!"

RPGC #15: New Beginnings - Prompt and Entries

Almost didn’t enter this, but since it’s really just an opportunity to write outside of roleplay, I don’t have a reason not to. Hoping it’s at least semi-decent.

Miriam - 1280 Words

”You have to do something at some point.” you have to do something now, something later, something yesterday, and tomorrow, and everyday. I know she is right but still, I can’t bear to hear her, wrap my hands over my ears to shut out the sound. In my peripherals I catch her pout but ignore it. There’s no point in doing anything, I know that now. She keeps going on at me but no matter how much of a sense of duty I have that won’t change my mind.
I cast my eyes across a vast expanse of nothingness. It would be black, or at least it should be, but no colour exists. Does it? I can still picture the colours in my head, it mustn’t be gone completely; such is the nature of existence, data isn’t truly deleted. I can purge everything but it will always live within me.
How long are you going to sit around and mope she asks. If she didn’t know the answer she wouldn’t have asked the question. I will mope for all of time and for no time. Time doesn’t exist, nothing moves because nothing is real. Reality is a fabrication and for that I cannot forgive it. Even though I understand the implications. There is something intrinsically wrong with the nihilistic approach but there really is nothing left.
I stretch out my palm, just in front of my face. An aurora dances blissfully along it, reds and green and blues transient but alive for the briefest of times. So tranquil, yet flickering wildly in their newfound existence. Then snuffed out, only replaced, with new blues, greens, purples, yellows. A makeshift representation of life. They may enjoy it, the colours and the lights, but in the end they are and always will be simple constructs of some higher power.
When will you just make something already she exclaims. Frustrated. It must have been two hundred years… maybe? Without a clock or watch or some other timepiece or another I lost track. She probably did too. Her name is Miriam, after my mother. Part daughter, part sister, part lover, part caretaker, and part everything in between save ruler. Sans her I couldn’t keep surviving. This is a desolate world; I could change it, but I don’t wish to. When I catch a glimpse of the void beyond I am reminded, the way it shakes and shimmers, never uniform but never chaotic, just empty and nonexistent.

”Please, just do something. You have no idea how boring it is here!” but a world where I see every outcome, possibility, diverging path, transposed or otherwise, is just as insignificant and mind numbing. A tear runs down my cheek, though I disposed of water many decades ago. And molecules, and atoms, and subatomic particles, and the forces that bound them together. It was a gradual decay, too sentimental to let it all turn to a thought at once. Sentimental over the tiniest of the universe, an amusing thought, whether or not sentimentality was something I could still feel is up for debate, though.
Say I made something, what? Say I peeled back the fabric of the world, how? And say I filled the empty vessel of my folly, why? Questions I keep asking myself but never answering, maybe afraid maybe stupid, but I can’t see the solution though it burns inside me like a light I tried and failed to snuff out so many years ago. I let my hand fill up with grains and grains of sand, forming nothingness out of nothingness despite being matter. Each particle layers atop the other, building and building a pile, till it overflows and slips from my palm. Nothing breaks its fall. Just a stream of fluid symbolism drifting into an abyss never to be seen again.
Everytime I make something small and new Miriam seems almost happy. Almost. Almost like she thinks something new might occur, not that it will and she knows. Every day, week, month, tick, microcosm of passing units she gets more and more desperate. This is the least energetic I’ve seen her in too long. Maybe something is wrong, but everything is wrong, she isn’t an exception worth wasting time on - what time?
You leave me no choice she exclaims. Maybe her ultimatum I should have listened to but her shouting became so consistent over time I tuned it out. Patience is one trait I value more so above any. I’m good at it. But in my thoughts I fail to notice, and comprehend, the change so drastic I barely remember what the concept is called. She crosses the vast distance between us in a second, vast since nothing and everything makes up our distance, and embraces me.
I destroyed everything long ago, everything I could. Something disgusted me, maybe humanity and their rampant need and desire for wanton calamity unparalleled by any other species of my divination. The path of God is not always righteous, I understood that. Heat and love and existence as concepts fell beneath my power, existing within my head only because that was what I wanted.

Her lips press against mine. I feel warmth. How had she pervaded my desires for so long? How full of life and spirit and heat was she that she could exist singularly outside of my intervention? Although maybe my intervention brought rise to it. She kisses me, deeply, awfully, I would say so, revelling in a feeling, I would imagine, unbeknownst to her for aeons untold.
And there, I see a spark. While I destroyed love, she had kept it. While I destroyed heat, she relished it. While I destroyed existence and life and individuality she flourished beneath my perception, a spy within my camp. And in my loneliness and outlook bleak and unending I find only strength in kissing back, to bathe deeply in calamity, my own destruction and reconstruction at the hand of my once considered enemy.
A day passes, I can feel it. Strange, I should say, the passage of time became unknown yet now I can feel it shift beneath me like the tide. The force she exerts is powerful, the love she exhumes potent and overpowering. Perhaps I was wrong? I would never admit it, but maybe. She has a point, I have done nothing. Destruction was my path and in nihilistic naivety I sought to erase that which I deemed to be ugly and malformed within a perfect establishment erected in the void. So perhaps if things changed, and another day passes, and another, I can glimpse a light from the abyss blossoming nonexistence.
And a day passes. Two more, three, a hundred, basking in tender uncertain and tentative feelings flooding my nerves and spurring my synapses into actions long ago abandoned. Strength invigorates me, perhaps I feel less tired. The concept is so foreign, but at her whim I will do so; create. Let blossom existence anew despite misgivings and forthcoming issues in morality I have buried, but ignore and trespass them in the hopes of something more beautiful. Her touch gives me that courage. Maybe. A placebo effect but stronger than any emotions I have briefed in recent and distant memory.
”Create something then” and so I do. A planet, another, a star for heat and the colours of the spectrum that mirror days and reflect the people I place upon this world. The tiniest and most insignificant of creatures and plants, comprised further by the smallest of my creations. And in her honour, I name my home, this world, this vast expanse of universe. I name it Miriam.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

~ Goddess of Love ~

The elevator ground to a halt, though no small ringing sound accompanied its sudden stop. Its occupant took a second to compose herself, scanning the metal capsule she found herself stood in, waiting for the doors to slide open and reveal whatever Killing Game she had been dropped into. Why it was necessary for her to be moved to a different game, she wasn't sure, but her intuition told her that anything the Warlock Davis had planned, disaster was sure to follow.

She felt her fingers move on instinct, tapping against her thigh in a rhythm for the briefest of seconds while she waited - a nervous tick. Against the dimly lit cage a sharp static echoed, and its cold walls illuminated in the colours of her favourite psychotic mascot; her face similarly lighting with a smirk in response. She reached into her uniform, a black and white maids outfit reminiscent of Japan, and from it removed a large book, bound by leather, and beset with strangely intricate writing and symbols.

As the bear began to talk, she also drew from her vest a single, light purple felt tip pen, and flipped the pages open. With every name she heard she noted down what made them special in the world, and what Monokuma had to say about them. Each time the pen screeched against the thick sheets of paper her smile that creased her lips grew just a tiny bit more, the gears in her head ticking away in a world of their own.

“Faith Lambert is a matchmaker. And I don't mean she makes the burning type. She matches people based on their personality. Like if two people said that Faith was an annoying virgin that had no business trying to get people together... she would match them.”

At that, Faith's smile darkened.
"Hey! How dare you, Monokuma?! I'll have you know my powers are much more powerful than simply matching people!" as she yelled at the screen, the doors to the elevator slid open, revealing her stood, pen pointed at the mascots face, clutching her book tightly, "My mother is Ylemetris, Goddess of Love! I don't just match people, my power is love itself!"

As soon as she finished her rant, she gave a small pout, before turning and skipping out of the elevator, placing both pen and book back into her vest.
"Helooooooooo patieeeee...nts?" she called out, stepping into a corridor with three other people, "Y'know, I imagined there being a lot more people here. I'm disappointed with this turnout."

Faith took a second to look around the conglomeration of people, but in the next moment, as the elevator doors finished sliding shut, she found herself tightly pressed up against the cold metal. Two hands lay flat, blocking her escapes, and before her stood a countenance that made her smile.

Before Jez could say anymore, a high pitched sound emanated from her prey. Faith jumped at her, wrapping her arms around her neck in a massive hug as she hung from her.
"EeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEE! JEZEBEL!" she squealed, spinning the two around in a circle as they hugged, "Goooooooooooooood, its been so long! I missed you so much! The people in that game were such a drag, and four people got killed while you were gone!" she danced backwards slightly, smile beaming, "So how've ya been? Met any nice boys yet~?"

”Like of course! Total Baldwins as far as the eye can see!” Jezebel's arms had closed around Faith when she got pounced on. Once they were done spinning, she let go of Faith and stepped backwards. ”So like, I guess you're the only one huh?”

"Hmm? Well, yeah, of course!" Faith exclaimed, placing both hands on her hips, standing up straight, and pushing out both her head and chest, "I'm the only one you need! And the hero you deserve~! Everyone else was so boring, I could barely get them into relationships! There better be as many cuties as you say there are, cus I've got some serious work to catch up on~! My mother would be disappointed if I couldn't even get a single person matched!" at that, she quickly darted forward, so that the two girls faces were only a short distance away, "Who's your favourite~?"

”Wha?” Jezebel pulled her head back and gave the matchmaker a sideways glance. Her smile was still present. ”Well, like, I haven't been here that long.” Her eyes rolled around in her head, possibly searching for thoughts. ”But, if I had one one favourite in here, right now. Like, it would...” She wrapped her arms around Faith and pulled her into a bear hug. ”Totally be you!” Her grin only grew as she squeezed Faith as hard as she could.

Faith's only response was the sink into the hug, squeezing back as hard as she could as to not lose the hugging war. Never would she allow herself to love a hugging war; it would demean her as a vector of Love! Though, finding herself overpowered by Jezebel's positioning, she resorted to grabbing her foe around the waist.
"That's not fair, I'm not a boy!" she cried, pouting, "Unless you're admitting to being into me, my little clown~? I guess even a Trickster such as yourself cant escape the all consuming, carnal desires of my Tome of Lust~!" she exclaimed, giggling to herself as she fought.

Jezebel lightened her hug and let her hands rest on Faith's shoulders.”It's never platonic with you is it?” Jezebel shrugged before folding her arms. Her grin had weakened into a smile. ”You're not going to match me up with anyone. There are plenty of people around here that would probably like to be guided into a romance.”

That was when Danis appeared.

"Hey, beauty." Danis winked. "Could you please tell what happened here, before I arrived, babe?"
He then pointed at himself. "I am the espionage star, Danis Orlov. Infinite Spy. It is nice to see me, isn't it?"

”Oh look, he's totally your first customer!” Jezebel started to slip away. ”I'll see you later Faith, glad you're tre okay! ”

"Of course, where's the fun in shy cuddles when you can go all the way, huh~?" she giggled, before turning around to see Danis approaching them, "What do you mean, I can't match you~?" before Jez could begin to put any distance between the two, she grabbed the girls hand and pulled her in between herself and the spy, "Sorry, sweety, but..." she planted a kiss on Jez's cheek and laid her head on her shoulder, "...the stars just aren't in your favour today~"

Jezebel was only momentarily stunned by the kiss, but quickly resumed her mile wide grin. ”Whoops! I'm totally taken too it appears!”

@barnowldaddy

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@Aewin

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@Aewin I'm not sorry.

HACKERS.CHATROOM ▐

I could be tempted to join this. It seems interesting, and thus I'll be stalking for a while; you'll probably see me about, so any more information on the plot and subsequent details would be appreciated.