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 oNLY IF.

Honestly, Persephone wasn’t sure what to make of…any of this. They were dead the whole time? She couldn’t move on? It honestly didn’t seem ‘fair’, given how she, like others, were killed during this game. But, she didn’t make the rules. Looking at the other ‘living’ kids, she sighed before standing near the ‘dead’ and waiting. 

"I…don’ really understan’ it, but I guess it means I won’ remember shit, so why should I care, I guess? I’m to be…toyed with over an’ over, completely against my will…"

She sighed and looked to Pascal. It was his fault she was going to be stuck here forever, but who was she to talk? She wouldn’t remember this later. Additionally, it wasn’t as if she was an integral part in all of this. Not…really.  

"You’ll probably never remember us, bu’ try. Because, some of us were less fortunate than ya’all. Because some’a us didn’ give into despair: We were jus’ at tha wron’ place at tha wrong time…bye, then…."

The fight for freedom and justice is one cold and unforgiving. With the everlasting threat of death constantly looming over their heads, 25 students find themselves trapped in The Nexus, a high-tech RPG. The price for an exit ticket? Murder. With fear invoked in their hearts, there’s only one question the students have;

"Will we succumb to the orders of the hierarchy?"

Virtual Distress is a roleplaying group based on the murder mystery series Dangan Ronpa. Several aspects of the game will be brought into the group, murder, trials, and execution sequences. However, there’s a twist;

The game contains several JRPG aspects as well! Taking aspects from games like Final Fantasy, Virtual Distress guarantees exciting battles, and a heart-pounding plot. 

Explore new worlds, defeat the big bosses, travel dark dungeons and more! Win achievements for fighting, cooking and mastering your skills! Join the rp that will be the closest DR crossover to an actual JRPG video game. With twists at every turn, will you be able to go back to reality? Or will you die in this virtual hell?

Applications for Virtual Distress are open! We need several more apps in order for the group to go forward. If interested, please apply! If not, even spreading the word around helps.

We’ll have artwork, a heart-pounding plot, voice acting, fight scenes, and more! But we can’t do this without you.

Apps close on the 25th of August! Please apply, or spread the word!

The fight for freedom and justice is one cold and unforgiving. With the everlasting threat of death constantly looming over their heads, 25 students find themselves trapped in The Nexus, a high-tech RPG. The price for an exit ticket? Murder. With fear invoked in their hearts, there’s only one question the students have;

"Will we succumb to the orders of the hierarchy?"

Virtual Distress is a roleplaying group based on the murder mystery series Dangan Ronpa. Several aspects of the game will be brought into the group, murder, trials, and execution sequences. However, there’s a twist;

The game contains several JRPG aspects as well! Taking aspects from games like Final Fantasy, Virtual Distress guarantees exciting battles, and a heart-pounding plot. 

Explore new worlds, defeat the big bosses, travel dark dungeons and more! Win achievements for fighting, cooking and mastering your skills! Join the rp that will be the closest DR crossover to an actual JRPG video game. With twists at every turn, will you be able to go back to reality? Or will you die in this virtual hell?

Applications for Virtual Distress are open! We need several more apps in order for the group to go forward. If interested, please apply! If not, even spreading the word around helps.

We’ll have artwork, a heart-pounding plot, voice acting, fight scenes, and more! But we can’t do this without you.

Apps close on the 18th of August, with extensions more than likely to happen. Please apply, or spread the word!

"It’s a beautiful dance. Of war, of battle… of death.”

Two blades crashing in the wind- A shouted spell, a muffled cry; A last chance thought to save the world;

But the question is—

Virtual Distress is a upcoming OC group based on the murder-mystery series Dangan Ronpa. Virtual Distress contains many twists however, the foremost being that we are bringing in elements of many JRPG and fantasy RPG favorites like Final Fantasy and Sword Art Online into the game. Explore new worlds, defeat the big bosses, explore dungeons and more! Win achievements for fighting, cooking and mastering your skills! Join the rp that will be the closest DR crossover to an actuall JRPG video game. With twists at every turn, will you be able to go back to reality? Or will you die in this virtual hell? For more information, or any questions, please check out our rules, the application, and some of our other tags! For remember, without your blade, you surely will die! Applications are open until the 18th of August! 

The battle for your survival begins soon. Are you ready to face it?

"It’s a beautiful dance. Of war, of battle… of death.”

Two blades crashing in the wind- A shouted spell, a muffled cry; A last chance thought to save the world;

But the question is—

Virtual Distress is a upcoming OC group based on the murder-mystery series Dangan Ronpa. Virtual Distress contains many twists however, the foremost being that we are bringing in elements of many JRPG and fantasy RPG favorites like Final Fantasy and Sword Art Online into the game. Explore new worlds, defeat the big bosses, explore dungeons and more! Win achievements for fighting, cooking and mastering your skills! Join the rp that will be the closest DR crossover to an actuall JRPG video game. With twists at every turn, will you be able to go back to reality? Or will you die in this virtual hell? For more information, or any questions, please check out our rules, the application, and some of our other tags! For remember, without your blade, you surely will die! Applications are open until the 18th of August! 

The battle for your survival begins soon. Are you ready to face it?

"I’ve seen both of them pretty recently, but things have been pretty hectic for everyone I guess."

He looked up for a moment to think about hwo to answer her other question.

"Eh, considering everything that’s happened to us…. I’m fine actually."

He held up one arm, the one lacking the sleeve at this point. The old scars were certainly visible to one who was looking, but nothing new. 

"Well… I did lose this at one point… Not a pleasant experience but… Least no injuries."

Thinking back to the actual incident, he had been practically crying in panic hadn’t he. What? It had been scary back then. He hadn’t expected the thing to try to bite him…

"Who hurt ya? I'll give 'em a piece a' my mind!"

She did not look happy now, even if his wounds seemed old. The boy needed to live. Seeing him hurt, even if it was previously, hurt Persephone. She took a deep breath before going on. 

"Now you see here, darlin'! Y'need taa be more careful! But, at tha same time, know when ta put up yer dukes, ya follow?"

She nodded to herself before going on. Yes, yes this made so much sense. Um, ok: Whatever you say, you weird bounty hunter. 

"More importantly, ya need ta survive. Ya need ta survive this whole mess, okay darlin? Yer one'a the few good'ns left, from what I've been able ta see. Ah...have ya been eatin' regularly? You always look so thin when I see ya."

Oh, right. He asked about her. Persephone sighed before going on. 

But she was forgiving him. It hurt. Rather than make Pascal feel better, less guilty, it just made him feel like he’s messed up even worse, killing such a girl like this. She hadn’t deserved to die. She had a family who cared about her… like his parents… His words grew more saddened, more choked as he spoke, more angry, not at her but himself.

"I… I’m sorry… you didn’t deserve to die… Mayu… she was an accident… Mia… she sacrificed herself, I didn’t ask her to, although it was my fault, it wasn’t my choice… but you… I… I killed you on purpose… Just because… I thought you could have been the mole… I’m sorry… you deserved… to live… I…"

Tears were flowing freely down his face, wetting the ground he still bent over. He’d been so reduced from his proud self before, so changed…

Her request… he thought about it. It was all he could do to live, right…? To get out of here alive, to find their parents… and tell them… their children were dead… that… he’d killed them…

Could he really do it…? Could he survive this, could he face his victim’s parents, pass on their dying requests? Well, after all… he was the super high school level mailman, right? If he couldn’t deliver such important messages, he didn’t deserve his title.

"Yeah… I… I’ll do that… I… I can… who… what do you want me to do for you…?"

"I...holed m'self up in m'room after...after Bambi up 'n died. I promised to protec' him and...a-as his roommate, it was my responsibility. That day, I failed bein' a good Bounty Hunter. Tha' day, my title was meanin'less."

A strong girl like Persephone crying? That must have seemed odd really, yet here she was. The day she found him was too much for her to bear. Instead of going to trial like the rest of them, Persephone ran from Hikaru when he tried to console her (and Mia), only to remain in her room for days. She felt less than human in her last month of living.   Finally, Persephone stopped sniffling enough to speak. She wiped her tears, the pain digging into her neck. But she couldn't cry for long, right?

"I...I broke m'promise to protec' ya'all. When Bambi up'n died like that, I fel' responsible, since he was m'roommate. So I kep' away from the others in m'room. 'Cuz I couldn' face any'a ya. Cuz I...I couldn't sit by'n watch my other friends die, one by one. Because I've been so useless."

Persephone bit down hard on her lower lip as she spoke. She willed herself not to cry anymore, only for blood to trickle down her lip in the process. Her job included surveilance, but she failed. And now... Wait, a request? For her? He'd...he'd really do that?

"...M'pop lives in Santa Fe, Texas. Tha's in 'Murica. His name's Ricardo Artino, an' he looks like this..." 

Persephone paused for a moment to show him a photograph. It was a recent picture, it seemed, which she pulled out of he bra. She was smiling next to a man with long black hair in a ponytail and a beard. Right at Persephone's feet in the picture was a big Collie who looked young and healthy.

"Go up to 'em an' tell 'em what ya did. Pop'll probably tell ya to take care'a Giet, my hound. Jus...give him a good home, ok? An' tell my pop'n Giet that I said I love 'em ta death."

She paused for a second, finishing her words. She was a girl who worried so much about family and a friendly dog. It was written all over her face. 

Her question hit him right where it hurt, like a punch to the gut that knocked all the wind out of him. Was it worth it? It might have been, if he’d gotten out, if he’d at least gotten Ricardo out. But he hadn’t. He’d managed to screw everything over, refuse his reward, and let three innocents die for his sake. And she asked if it was worth it? It wasn’t worth anything, it was pointless, useless, all he’d done was succumb to the will of this hell.

He clenched his teeth, shaking a bit. There were tears starting to well up in his eyes, but he squeezed them shut, soon dropping to the ground in front of Persephone on his kneed, bowing.

"I… I’m sorry…! I… I messed up… you can’t— can’t forgive me, I know… but I’m sorry… it… it was pointless… everything… I fucked everything… I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry…!"

"I really don' think I'm the main person ya should apologize to. I'm talkin' bout Mia. Mia an' Maya actually..."

She looked like she was having a little trouble breathing, but Persephone still persevered. She had to, after all. She had to teach this boy a lesson, no matter what. 

"...Fac' of tha matter is, I'm not mad at ya fer killin' me. It kinda hurt this lil' girl's feelin's tha' I won' be able ta see my pop 'er dog again, but tha's life, ain't it? It's in tha pas, 'n I can' go back now."

She sighed once more before finding her words again. This time, her expression showed pity once more. Pity and pain. 

"I thin' ya know what ya gotta do ta fix this, Pascal. Ya gotta live 'an ya gotta go ta Mia 'n Maya. Ya gotta offer to play messager to folks they care most abou'. C'n ya do that? I've already forgiven you. Because honestly, if you don' at least live, then I'm not sure I c'n forgive ya."

Though… Even so it was still weird… Hearing people you never expected to see again.

Upon hearing Persephone’s voice he did try to look around, eventually spotting here. It had been… Well a really long time since they’d spoken right? 

"Artino-san?"

He asked, like there was any real doubt it was her to be honest. But it felt just about right. 

"You looking around for something?" 

"I was lookin' for anyone, really. I missed folks, you know? I was lookin' fer you, Dai an Anaki. At leas', I think I was. Heh. How've ya been holdin' up though?"

Of course the obvious thoughts went through his head; how a lot of the ghosts would likely be angry at him, how he might have to face what he had done, who he had killed, but there was one thought that drowned it all out— Kohaku. He could see him again… Kohaku… he had to find Kohaku, even if the boy hated him, he needed to show him how he was doing, how he was still living…

And so he went off to search for him, trying to avoid the other spirits, even if they were ones he wouldn’t mind talking to. But then, he heard a voice, an accent he certainly hadn’t wanted to. One of the people he’d killed, the one he’d killed on purpose, simply because she was a suspect for mole and the more he thought about it the more he thought it was wrong, he was wrong.

He didn’t want to face Persephone. He didn’t want to face his mistakes, his faults… but slowly, he turned towards her. As much as he didn’t want to, he did want to apologize. If he could even do that. He didn’t think she would accept his apologies, didn’t expect her to; but still, he needed to try saying it. Try to relieve just a tiny bit of the stinging guilt that he’d thought he’d suppressed but was so, so clear.

"…. P- Artino…" 

"Wa...wazzit worth killin' em, Pascal?"

She couldn’t stop shivering when she heard the announcement. Persephone honestly thought that she would never get to talk to any of the living members again. It was nice to see that they were given a sort of reprieve. Yes, at first she shivered. At first, she was scared, as Persephone knew that those who were alive would remember her for the corpse that she left behind.  Honestly, it was a disgusting corpse. She looked so disgusting and revolting. It hurt to see herself so pale and forced to smile. And, to learn of those who orchestrated such an event? Well, while she couldn’t bring herself to hate Ricardo and Pascal, she couldn’t quite love them either. But the thing was, she wasn’t upset because of her death, no.  Persephone was upset because of the other deaths. The deaths of a particular diplomat and Mia. She wasn’t familiar with the first person, but Mia was someone Persephone cared for quite a bit. She would give Ricardo and Pascal a handful for that, if she bumped into them. But her rage would be a quiet kind. It would sneak up on them.  …The best part about being so calm and collected was having a certain type of anger sneak up on an unsuspecting person or two. But for now, Persephone wouldn’t focus on that. She let out a small sigh as she took a deep breath of the air around her. Persephone still didn’t understand how she could do human things while dead, or get injured, but perhaps it didn’t matter. Regardless, Persephone spoke to no one in particular as she walked towards the archives. Whether or not someone was nearby, Persephone still spoke in her usual, warm hearted tone. 

"It’s so nice, ou’, ya know? I’mma miss this, if us dead folk ever up an’ disappear. Bu’ tha’s ok."