randangonpa | Trash Squad Day 1

Trash Squad Day 1 - GAME START

[ Maybe you were going about your business and blacked out, maybe you were dead. Either way, when you come to, you are in what looks like the entrance hall to a school, except for the very well secured front door. Before you can really get your bearings, a voice rings out on an the intercom. ]

Welcome, kiddos! —How does that sound? 'Kiddos'? Too daddy kink? Eh, let's go with it for now. Anyway, welcome to a once-in-a-lifetime chance at romance and passion, with fabulous prizes! Find love beyond the boundaries of time and space! Original concept, do not steal.

Pick up your tablets and get settled in! A little later today, we'll have our first heart-pounding get-to-know-you event!

—Oh, also, no violence allowed! I know some of you kids are into the murder thing, but that's not the kind of game we're running here.

[ In fact, there are several boxes of electronic tablets around the room. When you pick one up, it displays the gameplay and rules.]

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[..... a-ahaha. o-oh boy. does he explain? his face? or like.

no, just gonna smile.]

Of course! I definitely want that fat bastard to pay for manipulating people--ah, sorry for the cursing, but that's just how strongly I feel about it.

[OH. . . NO. . . she's cute]

. . . again, you're not wrong.

[because it so is a dating adaptation of a murder game in which he participated not too long ago]

I'm sure you can imagine what my kingdom is like on rainy days. Many old warriors huddled indoors, commiserating at length of the renewed ache of the daddy kink.

...Reyson.

[ This species shakes hands, does it not? Have a hand. ]

[it sure is. and Akira doesn't press]

I'm sorry to hear that he's gone now, then.

Even if he was a bit of an asshole.

Only if I have a problem with them.

I lead a mercenary troop, fighting is what I was raised into.

Haha... well. He certainly tried his best.

[his best was just really shitty]

But thank you.

[the hand on his shoulder grounds him, helps some of the tension seep out of his back. his gaze flickers up, meeting Yusuke's, studying him for a moment as his angered expression softens]

[thanks, friend. his smile is both apologetic and grateful all in one]

This school has an art room on the second floor. Why don't we go straight there?

That is why I said it is possible, not likely. I will reserve my judgment for later.

[that gets a light laugh from Akira]

A silver lining, then?

[SOMETIMES THAT'S HOW PEOPLE ARE. . .]

Akira, by the way.

[jerks a thumb at himself]

And you?

[ I mean, they were worried at the start but so far it's actually working. ]

Yes, it would seem so.

[ Back to the form with hands and a voice, in a shimmer of magic. He wants to be the one helping someone else up for a change. ]

I suppose I should have asked why you were bound so before I released you, but I have never been one to regret my actions.

[ But was it the same rabbit or the mutilated rabbit... She has never seen Monomi at least... ah. ]

She was lovely! [ She even seems to sparkle talking about her. ] She cared about us getting along, and wanted us to do our very best.

[ I mean, she's used to Gundam's face so is it really that big of a deal...? Maybe Allen is also just an Edgelord. ]

No, it is quite all right. If you need to let it out, please feel free! It is something I am not able to do, but I can cheer you on instead.

[Monika hesitates for a moment like there's something she wants to say, but then dismisses the thought with a shake of her head and a smile.]

Well then! Let's hope this can be an exercise in friendship as well. It seems like we have a lot to gain if we manage to build up our bonds with each other.

I'll be sparing with it! I'd rather not let profanities get in the way of proper conversation with someone so understanding.

[yusuke wants revenge too, for akira's sake, but he doesn't want that anger to consume someone so dear to him. he lets his hand drop]

Please lead the way. If there are any supplies, we can steal them.

[ways to cheer up your phantom thief: steal shit]