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A very important question!  Himiko was silently thankful that Ouma wasn’t rolling his eyes at her the way most of the others did.  Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all?  “Hmm…Maybe it’s the Flashback Lights?  Monokuma sure is insistent on us finding them all.  If it drains mana, he knows I won’t be able to throw a fireball in the wall surrounding the school grounds!  Or is that too obvious?  Nyeh…”  Or maybe the flashback lights were just as Monokuma said they were…  Himiko couldn’t begin to fathom how they worked, though it seemed an awful lot like magic to her.

“That would be a pretty easy and boring conclusion. No way it’s something as lame as that.” So he wasn’t the only one that was highly suspicious of the flashback lights. He was glad to hear it. He’d brought up his suspicion of the flashback light to someone else and well, it had ended in a fight that caused the bruises that got him talking with Yumeno in the first place. He was only really playing along with this whole mana drain thing...it would be interesting to see what kind of things that Yumeno found suspicious around the academy.   “Maybe it’s Kiiboy, hiding the mana draining device in a robot would be a pretty cool twist don’t ya think? Or maybe there is something hidden from the eye. Something really small in the air.” 

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He was curious as to why Himiko cared, normally she didn’t even notice things like this.  He pulled his scarf up to cover the bruise on his collar bone. “I tripped.” Ouma lied to her. There was no sense in worrying the mage with the details of what happened to him. “You know, over the loose floorboards up on the 3rd floor. Jeeze, what kind of cheap operation is Monokuma running not fixing them.” he looked depressed. 

“Knowing him, it’s cheaper than a 2 copper mana potion.”  It sounded like Himiko had brought it hook, line, and sinker.  “I’ve got some really good healing spells, but I’m outta MP.  I think Monokuma’s got something here that nerfs our MP, otherwise he wouldn’t stand a chance if we all used our powers together!”  There may have been a thread of literal truth to Himiko’s words, but under the present circumstances, it was probably lost on both of them.

“Oh man, a mana draining ability sounds scary...” Humoring Himiko’s delusions was way more fun then shooting them down. Besides, it gave him something to think about rather then the pain in his shoulder and on his collar bone.  “We should try to find whatever he’s using and put a stop to it. Then we could get out of here.” like it would be that easy... “Do you know what kind of magical object or spell he could be using Yumeno-chan?” 

“What are you?” 

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Crap, he’d made the opposite of a good impression…damn it. Maybe it wasn’t this boys first time auditioning for something? Maybe he was a seasoned vet and Ouma had just never seen him before because outside of Dangan Ronpa he didn’t watch much television… “A-A water? Sure!” he scurried off and went to the water fountain and got two plastic cups and filled them with water. He came back and held one out to Saihara. “Here you go!”  He held the other one in his hand for himself, hoping the water would calm his nerves. He heard the name Akamatsu Kaede be called in for their audition. “I heard a  rumor that last seasons survivor is going to be one of the p-people picking this seasons contestants…do you think it’s true?” 

He shrugged, sipping at his water. He observed the boy out of the corner of his eye, trying to decide if it would be worth seducing him for this hypothetical murder he was already planning in his head. Maybe so. Boy had a certain appeal to him; mostly the face. That innocent face that would be so fun to mess up.

“Yeah, that makes sense. It’s no fun if they let out all of the details from the gate right? I just think it would be cool, Amami-san was really cool in those last few trials.”  He sipped his water. He was sure this boy hated him already, but he kind of wanted to be friends...Ouma had a few friends, but none of them were as into Dangan Ronpa as he was and he wanted to have someone to talk about it with.  “What season is your favorite?” Really? Was that the best conversation topic he could think of? He groaned at himself internally. Maybe he should just give up and go back to quietly rehearsing what he was going to say when they called him in....

“Ouma, have you seen my cap recently?”

“Why would you think that i’ve seen your cap Saihara-chan?” Ouma was vaguely reminded of a webcomic of a guy looking for his hat and it was on the head of the first person he asked…he smiled a bit.  ““Haven’t seen it. Have you tried asking Angie-chan? She seems totally like the type who would steal a hat for an art project if Auta told her too.”  of course he did KNOW where the hat was…he’d even put it there himself…but it was no fun to give the answer from the gate. 

“Aw man, you caught me. I do know where your hat is...but you gotta find it. It’s a treasure hunt Saihara-chan!” He’d set up a little game to test Saihara’s detective skills. Not one of his better pranks, but it was a way to pass an otherwise mundane day at school.  “I’ll give you the first hint.” he held his finger up. “Up, down, left, right, B,A,B,A, Start. I’m in the desk of the person this clue applies too most.” it was an easy starter, but it only got harder from there.  He was sure Saihara would immediately know where to head. He wondered how long it would take, perhaps he’d go wait at the finish line. 

“Ouma, have you seen my cap recently?”

“Why would you think that i’ve seen your cap Saihara-chan?” Ouma was vaguely reminded of a webcomic of a guy looking for his hat and it was on the head of the first person he asked...he smiled a bit.  ““Haven’t seen it. Have you tried asking Angie-chan? She seems totally like the type who would steal a hat for an art project if Auta told her too.”  of course he did KNOW where the hat was...he’d even put it there himself...but it was no fun to give the answer from the gate. 

He snapped at the obstacle which proved to be a person. A boy. A very… small… boy. Tiny in fact. It was both hilarious and kinda cute. Just a little bit.

“I-I’m sorry!” Ouma had been pacing back and forth waiting for his turn to be called in for his audition. He had been mumbling what he was going to say under his breath over and over and now he was afraid he’d have to start again since everything fleed as he’d bumped into the taller boy.  He had to be one of the other audition participants. If they both got cast, then he wanted to make a good impression on his fellow constantant...  “I was just nervous...I mean...you must be too...right?” there were so many people there hoping to be on season 53. “C-can I make it up to you?” 

“Well… thank you for listening. If you’re listening at all. I really should get moving again. I’ll talk to you all again tomorrow, I promise.”

“Nishii shii shii, You’re really cute when you get all sentimental you know that right Saihara-chan?” Ouma’s voice echo’d. Was he a ghost? Was Saihara hallucinating? Who knew?  “You’re gonna get wrinkles though if you keep stressing out. That would be so not cute.” he sat on the grave marker that Saihara, Yumeno and Harukawa had erected for the people who died in the killing game.