Admin MG2123
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Post by Admin MG2123 on Nov 3, 2016 21:41:45 GMT 1
Ahh, Hope's Peak Academy. The school that's reserved for either the best of the best, or for those with more money than sense. At this school, everything is possible. If you have a talent, any talent, and you are far, far better than everyone else, then the odds are good that you will be attending this school.
If you graduate from this school, success in life is guaranteed. Doesn't that sound great? Sure it does!
In any case, you are one of the few people every year invited to attend Hope's Peak Academy. You are talented enough to call yourself an 'Ultimate' student. (Or a SHSL Student if you prefer that term.) You are part of the elite.
With your head held high, you pass through the gate that was between you and success. Soon enough, however, you feel that your legs give way as you slowly, but surely, lose consciousness. Have you been drugged? What is happening?
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As soon as you wake up, however, you notice fifteen other people alongside you. Why are you here? In this cold, abandoned place, that smells pretty badly?
You also notice that you're pretty high up in this unknown building. Everything looks rusty and somewhat brown. When you look around, you see a stairway down that is blocked off by a tall and thick gate. There is no way anyone can squeeze past it, and no magic trick will work to get it out of the way. There are windows all over the place, some open, some closed. Looking out of the window, below you is a moat of a liquid that looks sickly green... Toxic waste, perhaps?
You also notice a gaudy-looking room and a place that looks somewhat like a kitchen. Maybe those places can help you figure out where you are? Otherwise, maybe one of the fifteen knows what's going on.
And so the story begins...
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Ryuu Sasaki
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Talent: Strategist
Year: 3
Age: 17
Posts: 8 
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Post by Ryuu Sasaki on Nov 3, 2016 22:15:22 GMT 1
fear is not an option
luck is not a factor,
Such a proud day, to be what was considered an ultimate. And yet, Ryuu's parents weren't there to see him off. They were busy, and of course, his father didn't support his decision to go to Hope's Peak. While it mattered to Ryuu what his father thought, and he never thought his father was wrong, it was one of those things he just had to do on his own. It was his own mistake to make, and he felt like he needed to make it, if it really were one. After all, Ryuu didn't view going to this school as a mistake. He would improve here, instead up simply practice. He would have situations where messing up didn't mean complete failure, and he could better act when things were more serious as he would have more strategies under his belt. And of course, his father's worry wasn't any of that, he was merely worried that Ryuu's work with the military would slip. And Ryuu would never let that happen.
However, when he stepped into the building, Ryuu could feel himself draining, his vision blurring, going black, as he fell to the ground. Well. Obviously he should've listened to his father. This was a mistake. Someone had done this to him… He had to figure. It. Ou…..
When Ryuu awoke, his eyes didn't immediately open. His nose picked up a terrible stench and his nose scrunched up. He sat up and finally opened his eyes looking around. Then he looked down to see his uniform was dusty. He scowled and pushed himself up to his feet, dusting his uniform off. This was highly unacceptable. Where were they? Did they ever clean this place? And… it looked like there were others. He needed to assume his calm persona.
Placing a straight face on, his examined the entire area, logging in the faces to assign to their designations.
hope is not a
strategy Ryuu Sasaki
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Mei Meiyo
Junior Member
Talent: SHSL Kenjutsu Master
Year: 3
Age: 17
Posts: 77
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Nov 3, 2016 23:16:33 GMT 1
 MEI MEIYO -KENJUTSU MASTER- Hope's Peak Academy... Mei Meiyo hadn't heard the name until she got a letter from the aforementioned place. Academy...? What was an academy? When Mei looked it up in the dictionary, she found it meant 'School' and a shudder ran down her spine. Why would a school seek her out? Her attendance rates at a normal school were 0%, so why would something like an 'Academy' want her? And the wording of the letter said something about a Super High School Level? Apparently, it meant that she was the very best at something which Mei would've never considered herself as. Her talent in question was her swordplay and she was referred to in the letter as the Super High School Level Kenjutsu Master. Mei knew what it meant. Kenjutsu was, in simpler, more English terms, the art of swords. Mei could do just about anything you wanted with a sword. Swords weren't weapons to her, or even tools. Swords were a part of her. When she picked up a sword, it became an extension of her arm that she could use at her own will. How this Hope's Peak Academy found her though was another question entirely.
In the end, Mei decided she would give this Hope's Peak a try and here she was, standing at the gates. Her katana was strapped to her back and her wakizashi was at her hip, like always. Her black hair fluttered in the breeze and Mei carefully placed her hood on her head. She didn't want the wind to ruffle her hair too much. After all, there was one lock on her head that was a pain to get to lay flat and preferred to be standing up on her head, disrupting the sleek, smoothness of her hair. After a bit of hesitation, Mei took a deep breath. She could do this. There was no need to be nervous. After all, they had chosen her. They wanted her. She took her first steps through the gate, and immediately, her vision began to sway. What is this...? She fumbled around and drew her wakizashi on instinct to steady herself as her legs buckled beneath her. She stabbed the sword into the ground, using her quickly fading strength to prop herself on it, but her efforts were in vain. Still kneeling, the sword master fell unconscious, still gripping the white blade tightly.
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A blurry vision filled Mei's red eyes. A vision painted with dark brown and grays. Slowly, everything came back into focus. She seemed to be in a building of some kind. There are some stairs, but no way through as a large gate was blocking them. Windows littered the wall and Mei approached one of them, peering out. The height was dizzying and Mei could see something green at the bottom, though she had no idea what it was. She felt like that a lot, not knowing much, and instinctively, she touched her inside pocket. Nothing. I don't know how I got here... And I don't have my dictionary. She shook her head, it's not like she could've used the dictionary anyway. She didn't have a word to look up in it. At the very least, she could feel the familiar weight of her black katana strapped to her back and at her hip, her white wakizashi was still sheathed.
Around her were other students. One was awake already, but the rest looked to be passed out, as Mei could only presume that she was. The socially awkward, black haired girl receded into a corner as she almost always did at social gatherings and waited for something to happen.
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Katsu Kuno
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Talent: Hacker
Year: 4
Age: 19
Posts: 83
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Post by Katsu Kuno on Nov 3, 2016 23:38:54 GMT 1
[googlefont="VT323"]  Computers are magnificent tools for the realization of our dreams, but no machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding. Gummies gummy gummy gummy. Gummies were tasty. He loved gummies. Eating them were amazing. They made him smile wid-- Oh no. There was a person about to walk by. Katsu shoved the gummies into his pocket, worried that the person would steal them from him and retreated into his body close to a tree, trying to be as invisible as someone wearing bright red could be in the sun of the early morning. They walked by. Oh thank god. Katsu hated the outside because people were bad. He preferred being on a computer, they were always logical and he could predict what they would do. People were harder to predict. And most people were mean. Sometimes they would steal his gummies or embezzle money from their own company and drive it out of business. Both were bad. And unlike the latter, the former was easily prevented by not going outside.
Continuing his walk towards the giant school that was Hope's Peak Academy, Katsu ate his gummies with a smile on his face. School. But more importantly: computers. Also, he had friends that were going to this school too. His best friends. The only people he knew that weren't hackers like him… The only people he ever physically met. And he was looking forward to being at the school with them, even if he was probably going to lock himself in his room for any time he wasn't hanging out with those friends. He had a lot of work to do. He had to make sure not to get caught hacking into the school itself either, or he'd get in trouble, as well as do his past work without getting caught again (that getting caught prompted his invite to HPA, so it wasn't all bad), else he'd wind up in jail, probably. And he didn't want to leave his friends, especially a specific friend he cared the most about.
Katsu walked up the steps, and fell straight to the ground, hurting his face, but luckily… his gummies were nice and safe and didn't fall out of their package or get smashed. He stood back up and clenched his free fist and then pulled out a gummy and relaxed into the delicious taste. It's okay. He would just recover any time he tripped and - fuck. He dropped his bag of gummies. He was having another episode. Katsu sighed and took out a pill bottle and swallowed a large white pill dry, and then picked up the bag of gummies again. It's okay. He would survive. He knew he would.
Eating a red, cherry gummy, which was his favorite, he took his step into the building, feeling his consciousness slowly fading away….
Oh no. Someone was trying to steal his gummies…
When he awoke, he jolted up from the laying down position and looked around, feeling around his jacket frantically. His gummies were gone. Someone did steal them. They were so mean. He was going to find out who did it and bring them down. However, then his eyes landed on the others that were around him. Oh. That was probably important. And.
Oh god.
His eyes landed on a white-haired girl. He stared for a moment before he looked at the rest. Where were they? What was going on? He was sure that the others would ask these questions later, so he didn't bother asking them. After all, it looked like there were only three awake so far. He rather not waste his breath. Instead, he was still looking to see if he could find his gummies. There was still at least two red gummies in his bag. It was a terrible crime that someone stole those from him. What sort of evil person did this?
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Nov 3, 2016 23:45:44 GMT 1
"Why in the world am I here again?" A rather tall boy said.
This was Izuku Garcia, clad in a red cloak and a black t-shirt and pants. He was currently crossing his arms as he looked upon a rather large school, a school that people called the best school in Japan, which was weird because he was half-Filipino. It was a school that went by the name of Hope's Peak Academy. However, unlike those who would likely come to this school, Izuku Garcia wasn't smiling, he wasn't happy to be in this school... No, no, no. Izuku... He was continuously asking himself, Why? Why did I come here? Perhaps it was because he thought he thought that it was the best path to take. Too many people kept asking him for things... Plus, it would be a good joke, but to who? Himself? Even more laughable was the talent they chose for him.
He was chosen as the Super High School Level "Helper." The people in Hope's Peak could have at least given him a better title for starters. He simply sighed as he took a step into the school. It was then the world started to turn around, everything that he saw was starting to change before his very eyes. The whole place was spinning around... His legs gave way and Izuku fell over.
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The next thing he realized was where he was. Some accursed place in the world? Seems like it. He kept his true expressions on the inside, the thoughts of vitriol of being here. He didn't want to go to Hope's Peak in the first place. And now, he was supposedly in some stupid area. Great, just great. While he saw the people who woke up, he decided not to cry out in surprise or even gain the attention of people in the area. All he did was stand and wait patiently, stoically.
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Yoko Kamiya
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Talent: Jack of All Trades
Year: 3
Age: 17
Posts: 34
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Post by Yoko Kamiya on Nov 4, 2016 0:11:07 GMT 1
Hope's Peak Academy. Why in the world would they want someone like Yoko Kamiya? They were supposed to accept only the most talented people, the best of the best. Not the Best of the Average. There was probably some reason for it, one wrapped in mystery, intrigue, spoilers, and a conflict of Player Knowledge and Character Knowledge, but that aside the whole thing seemed a little suspect. No matter, it was the opportunity of a lifetime for the girl, to learn how to be better at everything by interacting with the people that were the best. The walked towards the entrance with confidence some of the more talented people wish they had when her vision began to grow... distorted. She fell to her knees and finally to the ground, unconscious.
Yoko began to awake from her unconsciousness. "Ugghh..." She said, holding her head as she stood up and looked around. She was surrounded by other people about her age they seemed to be similarly in lacking of consciousness, and a few that looked like they just got up. "I don't suppose any of you know where we are?" She asked, looking at the awakies. "No, no, no. That would be too easy. If any of you did then you'd probably not come out and tell us when asked or else we would all know already. Where we are, what we're doing here, how to leave, etc. are probably all questions to be answered eventually, so it's probably a good idea to just wait for all of us to finish waking up to trigger the flag for the event to start."
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Nov 4, 2016 2:34:57 GMT 1
Truly, to Allah we belong and truly, to Him we shall return. - Al-Quran 2:156
"I'm sorry, Ahuva!"
The young teen jolted into the upright position with a petrified face of absolute fear. The fear of hurting his beloved or causing her undue stress. A single wrinkle of stress Oppenheimer was to bestow upon her was one that he shall burden the responsibility for throughout his remaining days. But, the question bestowed upon the the man's sights were the strangers of a foreign land. All seemed to have confusion for their current predicament. But, alas, answers are not easily sought for.
Oppenheimer quickly calmed down his fearful demeanor with the sounds of orchestral music rhythmically moving throughout his thoughts. The fingers flowing through the eighty-eighty black and white keys. The plucking of a harp that gave angelic music to the land. Violins playing in sync with the triangle, an oft forgotten but essential part of the music.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"My apologies. I'm calm now. I wished not to frighten any of Allah's children."
The man dusted himself off from the particles that had taken domicile upon his clothing whilst he was floor-ridden.
"My name is Oppenheimer. I am the Ultimate Instrumental Artist. In case any of you are unfamiliar with the term by pure happenstance rather than any indication of your intellectual standing, it means I am capable of playing any instrument, whether I am familiar with it or not, into beautiful atmospheric perfection. I only have this talent due to pure chance and not through hard work and dedication on my part, unlike the rest of you. I sincerely hope that we figure out everything that has occurred to us."
He straightened his shirt and tucked it into his pants.
"I see that there is a kitchen there. I am not particularly amazing at the culinary arts, but I can satisfy anyone's hunger. I shall begin with simple sandwiches and if anyone cares to offer a suggestion on their meals, I'll be happy to oblige to the best of my abilities."
He turned to the kitchen where he took few steps before turning back around again.
"I am truly sorry if I had bothered the previous silent nature of this room. It was only my intention of creating a more lightened atmosphere."
He continued to move back to the kitchen to prepare simple meals.
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Tomoe Sunada
Junior Member
Talent: Veterinarian
Year: 1
Age: 15
Posts: 60 
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Post by Tomoe Sunada on Nov 4, 2016 3:07:54 GMT 1
This was no time for sleepy sleep. There was still a lot of work that had to be done you know. Just because Tomoe had been accepted into the high school that a lot of her friends had been accepted into as well didn't mean that she could slack off. She still had to check how Mookuro was doing after she had given birth to a little calf, and Kittygiri needed some stitching re-done and Chie-chan wanted her to come by and check out how the new puppy she and her sister had rescued was feeling and play and all the while she had to try and fit this in with all the things high schoolers do.
Who knows what that is, she was a tiny little incoming freshman. Who totally wasn't avoiding going inside at all even as she stood here stroking the head of a stuffed cat she had been given by one of her closest friends who also happened to be going here because what are the odds of that?
"Well. No more putting it off, ey Neko-egi?"
Of course her toy doesn't talk back, that would be weird. But she does give a soft mew as Tomoe squeezes a speaker placed in it's paw and finally steps forward to a brand new day's adventure
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Oh god, the world was dark. Black. As hard as Tomoe struggled to look she just couldn't make anything out in the vast sea of inky blackness. It was almost as if...
Oh God. Tomoe was blind. They had always said if she kept petting those kitty cats one day she'd go blind and she never wanted to listen. This was a nightmare. It was awful, it-
At the sound of someone's voice Tomoe finally opened her eyes. Oh, she could see. What are the odds? And by the looks of things she wasn't the only one here either so at least she had a lot of new friends to meet. Sure, some of these new friends were sleepy and some seemed nervous, and Tomoe caught sight of a reclusive young man in a red hood and she squeezed the little plush bunny rabbit she had taken out of her pocket tightly out of instinct, her head tilted at an angle like she was a bird as she gazed at the boy before finally moving from sleepyhead to sleepyhead, booping each and every one of them on the nose gently with the bose of her stuffed animal.
"Hey hey. Are you gonna sleep the day away? Tomoe says it's time for you to wake up new friend."
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Taro Arakawa
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Talent: SHSL Magician
Year: Junior
Age: 16
Posts: 49
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Post by Taro Arakawa on Nov 4, 2016 16:02:47 GMT 1
 Everyone wants a magical solution for their problem, yet everyone refuses to believe in magic. Arakawa Taro, Super High School Level Magician. Even hearing that made him feel good to his bones. Taro finally got the treatment he deserved, as a better, super, more talented and more smart person he was from the all other humans. Aside from the other Super High School Levels. Taro's all hard work and his magnificent talent finally opened up a door of good fate to him. He got invited to Hope's Peak Academy. World's most prestigious, awesome and talented school. A school who gathered all the most talented high school students together to guarantee them a better life that is filled with oppurtunuties. Taro was happy because there was so little people that recognized his real talents. He was more than just a Magician. He was genius. However, Taro was upset that he was getting seperated from his little brother he was taking care of. Only person he cared about in the world, other than himself. He's even missing him now. However, graduating from Hope's Peak would guarantee a peaceful, better life with mor luxury for both of them. Taro's heart started beating faster and he started to pump adrenaline as he saw the Hope's Peak building. It was truly hopeful, that he was standing in front of the key to a better future.
His goodbye to his brother was emotional, as he took care of him his whole life, taking a parent role. It was hard, but a magnificent human being as Taro was able to pull it off. Taro left his brother with his long lost aunt, who just revealed herself lately. He hesitated about it but he had no choice. That old hag should better take good care of his brother, or Taro knows what he will do to her.
Taro took a step to his better future, his hope, his key to success. It was guaranteed to succeed in this life after graduating from Hope's Peak. He was excited and thrilled, as his steps began to get faster, and after a while he started to run. However, it was at the same time he stepped inside the gates of school as the world around him started to blacken. He felt a weird feeling. Was he... Getting drugged? His eyes started to close, and he started to feel more sleepy and world started to spin around him. He fell to the cold hard ground, and completely closed his eyes.
Taro waked up again in a cold hard ground, but this time it was different. The floor was filthy as hell, and it smelled like dog shit. Where was he? There would be no way that this is the Hope's Peak. Taro started to open his eyes, as he saw more people waking up. Who the hell were they? He starto to observe these faces. Taro got upset that he woke up in a room filled with such losers. He also looked around. The room was filthy as hell. It expained that why it smelled like total dogshit. Also there was green bubbly liquid below and it was similiar to a factory. What did Taro get himself into? He took a deep sigh.
''Well well well, what the hell.'' Words: 532 | Tag: - | Notes: -
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Joo-Eun Cruz
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Talent: SHSL Poet
Year: 1st Year
Age: 16
Posts: 39
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Nov 4, 2016 18:02:55 GMT 1
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Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
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"Hopes Peak Academy, huh?" Joo-Eun mutters to herself as she looks at the letter the school sent her and then back at the tall and elegant building in front of her. She took note that the letter, too, was just as extravagant as the academy. Some people began to gather near the gate as well, it seems like they're all here for the Entrance Ceremony.
Joo-Eun paid them no attention as she observed the place. There was nothing much worth noting about the school that the tabloids, magazines, and blogs haven't already talked about, she thought. There was an indoor pool, gym, court, kitchen, a library, there was even a diving spot if she remembers correctly, the school basically has all the facilities needed for the children to truly master their talents. Hope's Peak's Academy, therefore, truly is the school for the privileged elites.
Many more students began to gather and the once peaceful, calm, and serene background noise is now filled with chatter of the old, new, and returning students. The Poet is reminded, now more than ever, that her caretakers wanted her to study, and even reside in one of the dormitories, the nerve of the both of them, to socialize and make friends in a school. Suddenly, even when facing the school, Joo-Eun didn't feel as privileged as she does trapped, alone, and forced.
She wanted nothing but to just go home to Spain, as she was sent here to Japan to live just a few months ago when she was scouted. She wanted to cuddle and walk her pet her dogs once again. The culture difference was too big for even Joo-Eun to cope with at a fast rate, especially now that she had to study here. God, she wanted to go home so bad.
And then, as if some higher, greater being has heard her pleas, she began to feel lightheaded. Joo-Eun thought that maybe she'd be brought home. The poet lost focus of the school around her, she let out a small gasp, no this wasn't the work of a miracle, dios mio, the headache was too much for her. The colors of the building and the people around it began to blend in with each other and she lost consciousness.
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Joo-Eun isn't much of sleeper, in fact, she's an insomniac. She'd spend two to three days just living off of cups of coffee and she wouldn't feel the least bit tired. She's a light sleeper as well, the longest rest she's ever had in the last few years was a nine hour rest in the emergency room due to over fatigue. Due to these facts the Poet couldn't help but wonder how she managed to pass out, and in front of Hope's Peak nonetheless.
She realized that lying around wouldn't help her recollect her thoughts at all. With a small, almost inaudible, sigh she hoisted herself up with ease. Dizziness is a common thing for Joo-Eun and so she quickly got used to it and began to examine the place with curiosity.
The Poet stuck the front of her tongue out for a long while and then bit her thumb, a habit Joo-Eun had for a long time that she does when in deep thought.
Am I in a jail cell? No, a jail cell wouldn't have other people in it and stairs, right? Right. So... an old place with reddish-brown metal floors and walls, an almost dizzying smell of iron and rust, and closed off windows. This must be a factory. She resolved in her head.
Joo-Eun walked to the door, the heels of her boots echoing against the metal floor, planning to yank it open. As interesting as this rusty place is, Joo-Eun still has some things to attend to in Hope's Peak, perhaps she can even redeem herself in front of the other people in the school for passing out.
She yanks the door and it opens with ease, Joo-Eun sighs and leaves the facility. She goes back to Hope's Peak.
Well, that's what she wanted to happen as she repeatedly tries to open the door. It's no use, this one's locked, Joo-Eun thought to herself. She gives up on the door and goes to one of the windows to take a peek, maybe hoping for a means of escape through it, but all hope of hers is crushed when she looks down and realizes that she is in a very high place.
"Dios mio, where am I?" She had whispered to herself, and then, in a louder voice finally she resolved within herself the reality of the situation, "Looks like there's no way out, we're trapped." She had said out loud to no one in particular and crossed her arms, at least she still has the comfort of her notebook and pen with her in this godforsaken room.
Her calm and composed voice gave no hint as to what she's feeling. She is, in fact, feeling very anxious, confused, and claustrophobic. She hoped that the authorities would rescue them but somehow she didn't believe that false hope... Words: 848
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Da Ji
Student
Talent: Ultimate Storyteller
Year: 1
Age: 16
Posts: 47
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Post by Da Ji on Nov 4, 2016 19:40:05 GMT 1
She coudn't believe she was actually chosen to be on Hope's Peak Academy, she heard stories about how wonderful it was and that if you managed to graduate you where set for life!
"Ahhhhhh! it's my first day here, i wonder how many Stories i will be able to know and tell everyone, so many possibilities!" She said with a smile on her face. she was in front of the School looking at it with glowing eyes, this School was really big! "I never went to a school that big, that's why travelling is so fun " She say that as she begin walking towards it but then she start to feel sleepy... "Huh...? but i did get breakfast this time..." that's her last words before falling on the ground.
After sleeping like a baby for god knows how much time she slowly begin to wake up "Ugh... i think i may have forgotten the breakfast before leaving my home..." After saying that she get up and look around she notice a lot of people there! "Ah! are you Students too?" She say that with her normal everyday curiosity "What a rude thing of my part, i'm Da Ji the Ultimate Storyteller nice to meet you all do anyone need help?" She say that with a smile on her face, she hope things go well with her new classmates, what could happen with them?
well that's a question which answer is near to be answered.
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Sybil Conium
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Talent: Calligrapher
Year: 4
Age: 18
Posts: 35
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Post by Sybil Conium on Nov 4, 2016 23:42:03 GMT 1
Sybil Conium
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Maybe this was a mistake.
Sybil was a hermit. A recluse. Just in general, someone who preferred solitude rather than being around dozens of people. No, she didn't hate people, she wouldn't prefer if everyone just disappeared one day. In fact, that was kind of a nightmarish thought in itself. No, she just liked a lot of alone time. And when that little letter came in welcoming her to Hope's Peak Academy as an esteemed Ultimate, she wasn't thinking about the fame that may come along with it, or her future... When she said yes, it was more because a school that only accepted the best of the best probably would be a lot less hectic than a normal school packed with hundreds of students.
Standing near the front doors, she looked back and noticed a good number of people were arriving. Some girl with a cat. A blue haired, almost sickly looking guy. Some mean looking guy in a lab coat... Looks like this school wasn't gonna be as quiet as the brochure said.
Leaning against a wall, the girl brought a notebook and pen from her jacket. Hard to pry this girl away from her journal, that's for sure. Even with the wind threatening to flip the next page on her hand, she wrote in pretty little letters, summing up her thoughts. For a moment, she mused. No wonder this school was going to be packed, they were giving a spot to a talent as niche as calligraphy. What a stra--
The world started to go dark. Her thoughts muddled together into something incomprehensible. It was like her brain was slowly shutting off, and the next thing she knew...
She finally began to stir. The room was turning from dead silent to a bit hectic as more and more people woke up. It was when a girl, some Ultimate Storyteller, was introducing herself that Sybil's eyes began to flutter open. Of course, something was off... what the...
She brought a gloved hand up to touch her face, only to feel a mask with weird protrusions was strapped onto it. Was this a gas mask? That was... strange. There was no journal or fancy pen to be found. She didn't get brainwashed to trade her supplies for a mask, did she? ...No, that would be ridiculous. Groaning, she stood up, and as soon as she was on her feet, she felt ready to collapse again.
"I feel like I'm gonna throw up." She muttered to herself, which wasn't rare for the calligrapher. She was just about to rip the mask of her face when... she spotted out the window, a sickly looking green liquid. Then a look around the room, rusted, like it had been abandoned for years. Something nagged at her, like the air wasn't safe to breathe. And besides, all around her were a bunch of strangers. People. A lot of people. Her nerves got to her, and she brought her hand down.
"W... Where are w-we?" The question came timidly. Not that it was unwarranted. The entire area looked grotesque, and had an underlying feeling of danger, as if this was some place a psychotic sadist would torment their victims. Morbid, but it paid to expect the worst case scenario. Besides, scary thoughts were bound to happen, because under that mask, she was pretty scared. |
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Akimi Suzuki
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Talent: Ikebana Artist
Year: 2
Age: 17
Posts: 36
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Post by Akimi Suzuki on Nov 5, 2016 10:38:43 GMT 1
 The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. Hope's Peak.
This is the place where talents go to prosper; to bloom and to flourish. Akimi stood by it's entrance, her hair blowing in the wind, watching as the students around her made their way into the building. There were a good number of them whom she knew, rock-stars, scientists, crooks and athletes, but neither them nor her took steps in approaching one another. Because while she was familiar with who they are and what they do, the extent of their relationship ended right there.
Keeping up with the talents that pass through the gates of Hope's Peak was the first part of a hobby of hers, with the second being attempts to pick them out of a crowd.
It was relaxing, standing here in the breeze. But her classes were about to start, and unlike some of her peers, she wasn't one that favored tardiness. And so, she started to walk, accustomed now to the fact that was her present. The fact that she was a part of this school, here among many talented others. It was something to be cherished, though her act of reflecting was interrupted mid-way by the sudden buckling of her legs, as well as the rapid onset of darkness.
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She liked the darkness. There was something to the feeling of not knowing your surroundings, not seeing the color of things as they appear, but as they truly are. There's something about the unknown, the quiet, the cold. There's something unspoken about the dark, something that words fail to deliver, something terrifying yet beautiful.
But as with anything, it came to an end.
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She woke up in an alien landscape - brown and rusted as far as the eyes could see. She heard nothing despite moving lips, and raising a hand to her ear, realized that her hearing aid was gone.
The gray-haired girl didn't panic, not because she was used to dealing with the unexpected, but simply because of the thought that ran in her mind the split-second before she fell. The realization that something was encroaching into the territory of Hope, and that she was to be one of the victims of this sudden change. It was this acceptance that led to a still heart, a still mind.
Or detachment, you could say, to the life she led. A shutdown of any emotional responses.
Pushing herself off the ground, she found her hearing aid a little to the left of where she woke up, and upon equipping it, found that they were still functional. At once, a cacophony of sound and voices hit her, like someone unchecked 'mute' on the settings for the media that was life.
Sitting in the traditional 'Seiza' position, Akimi looked up and around. There were a few people whose talent she knew and many more that she didn't. She met eyes with a bespectacled man - the SHSL Strategist, she thinks, - who seemed to be looking around, no doubt with the gears in his mind already spinning. There was someone with a gas mask covering their face, as well as a white-haired girl who was knocking on the heads of those who were still unconscious. All in all, she counted fourteen others besides herself.
Deciding it time to stand up, she observed with dissatisfaction the soot and grit that stuck to the bottom of her palm. Almost as if she was in a safe little bubble, as the others around her questioned what happened to them, Akimi simply begun dusting her clothes. As some of them panicked, she observed them like how a spectator would - with only the bear minimum of emotional investment.
This was her coping mechanism. Because it was clear that this was a kidnapping, and no amount of vain struggling here in this room was going to do anything about it.
Trying to ignore everything else, she silently made her way to the side of the room. She would have leaned on the wall if not for the rust and dust that acted as wallpaper, and so she resigned herself to simply standing an inch away from it. Once there, she raised a hand to her hearing aid and pressed down on a small button located near the back of it.
Once more, the game of life was muted silent. Akimi closed her eyes and took deep breaths to calm herself down, because despite her efforts, emotions took after cockroaches when it came to eluding death.
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Shirong Lui
New Member
Talent: Guardian
Year: 4
Age: 17
Posts: 6
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Post by Shirong Lui on Nov 5, 2016 11:04:40 GMT 1
well, that was entirely unexpected... shirong, a normal young man from china got an invitation letter to hope's peak academy. he didn't even know how that happened. all he knew was that they accepted him as the ultimate guardian, as he was the best there was when it came to protecting other people, sacred places and even inanimate objects.
"interesting...", he said as he stood before the gates. without losing much time, he stepped through the gate. at that point, everything turned black for him.
when he came to again, it was because of something soft touching his head and because of the smell.
the area looked like an abandoned factory. everything was looking rusty and dirty. when he stared at the gate blocking the stairs downwards, shirong thought he had an idea of tearing it open before dismissing the idea entirely.
but he does wonder this: "why are we here?"
he figured that maybe one of the other fifteen or so people would know. if he had to choose who to ask, he would most likely ask the person with a gas mask on their head, as they probably knew that it would smell like a garbage dump in here.
he also didn't react to the green haired girl's introduction. he just stood there with his arms crossed. it was the most comfortable way for him to stand.
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Monokuma Bros.
Administrator
Talent: Bear Brothers
Year: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Posts: 71
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Post by Monokuma Bros. on Nov 6, 2016 12:29:32 GMT 1
"Upupupu..."
Sixteen more students were on the ground of this rusty old factory. A majority of them have woken up already, and seem to be confused as to how they got there.
There were three heavy sleepers, though, and they haven't gotten up yet. Whatever. This was going to be their grand entrance, and nobody's sleep cycle would stop them, no matter how out of whack it was!
"Puhuhuhu..."
Suddenly, a loud rumbling came from the ceiling of the 9th floor. Out of nowhere, a flatscreen Ultra HD Monitor appeared and lowered itself, so that everyone could see what was happening.
The monitor turned itself on, revealing two bear shaped figures: One was short and fat ("Hey, I'm big boned! I should punish you for that!"), the other was long and thin. ("I get all the ladies this way, puhuhu!") Their right side was white as snow, with a black eye that should remind people of a teddy bear.
Their left eye, however, was shaped uniquely and looked like a scar. The short bear's left eye glowed a threatening crimson, while the long bear's glowed a toxic green, not unlike the liquid that's visible from the window.
"Well, well, well..."
"Look who we have here..."
"So nice of you to come to this little old factory, out in the middle of nowhere..."
The volume was amped up, as the two bears began to yell.
"WELCOME TO THE DESPAIR INDUSTRY INC.! WE WILL WORK YOU TO THE BONE, AND WE MEAN THAT IN A LITERAL SENSE!"
The two monochromatic bears looked at one another, before they turned to the 'workers' again.
"And just in case you wonder who we are..."
Oddly upbeat music began to play as the talking bears gave a song-and-dance routine.
"We're the Monokuma Brothers, and despair's our game! We're not like the others, who got all the fame!"
"You woke up in all this rubble, now you've summoned us here on the double!"
"We're crueler than the others, but you'll be hooked by the brothers! Unh!"
With that, the music cut out.
"So, any of you bastards having questions?"
"I do, bro!"
"Yeah, bro?"
"What do we do with those narcoleptics?"
"We'll just leave 'em be, bro. They'll wake up soon enough. If they don't, then they'll... I dunno... fly out the window?"
"Haha, good idea, bro!"
With that, the brothers prepared themselves for questions.
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