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Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@BrokenPromise I'm finally done, time to pass out for the next few days hours.

Krista Müller

■ N A M E ■

Krista Noelle Müller

■ A G E ■

Twenty

■ T A L E N T ■

Infinite Violinist

_{Composing and playing the violin is something she's learnt to do, thanks to an enthusiastic teacher in school. Sometimes, Krista will play a soft melody to help herself think through an important decision. She plays to connect with people emotionally, since she believes that music should be felt and not just heard.}

■ A P P E A R A N C E ■

Krista is of average height, standing at 5'4" with a slender frame. She has blonde hair that ends past her chest, and she usually leaves it loose out of sheer laziness. No matter how much she brushes her hair, she's always seen walking around with messy bed hair. Her green eyes are wide and expressive, framed by dark blonde eyelashes and eyebrows that she fills in carefully with make-up. Style wise, Krista can be seen wearing a pale pink dress that ends around her thighs. Under the dress she wears a white top with uniquely designed sleeves, shaped like petals. Under the dress she wears tights, and brown platform boots.

■ A F F L I C T I O N ■

Krista has a little brother that is undergoing surgery to remove his appendix. She visits the hospital regularly for him and often plays music in his room while he reads.

■ P E R S O N A L I T Y ■

It's very easy to compare Krista to an overly hyper child on a sugar rush. She never sits in one place for long, and even if she's sitting she will always be tapping her leg or swaying in her spot. When she speaks Krista gestures a lot, especially when it comes to exaggerating things. It seems like nothing can bring her mood down, and she's always seen with a warm, welcoming smile. Krista will be the first person to approach and introduce herself, with the intent of making as many friends as possible. She really does believe there's no such thing as too many friends. She's outgoing, and considers herself to have good people skills. She believes she understands body language, and uses her music to try to connect to people on an emotional level.

Krista is very loyal, and she will stick by her friends till the very end. Her friendly nature also means she's kind, especially to who she considers her friends. Krista does better with teamwork and interacting in groups, rather than being on her own. She can seem a little scatterbrained, or lost, which is why she prefers tagging along and assisting others rather than leading a solo mission.

Krista is disorganised and can be forgetful at times. She's excited by new ideas, but also easily distracted, leading to her missing the finer details in things. She's also impulsive, and will often say things without actually thinking about it.

While she loves talking about music, Krista also loves anything that involves a large group. Partying? Hell yeah! Playing video games with friends? Even better! Krista dislikes being too hot, and she will often complain about it. She also hates being alone, especially if it's dark.

■ T R I V I A ■

• Krista started off as a cover artist online, releasing violin covers for popular songs at the time.
• Krista is responsible for the care of her younger brother.
• She and her brother were born in Germany but moved to America when she was eight and he was two.
• Her brother's name is Herman, but she calls him Harry (Potter) because of his round glasses and green eyes.
• Strawberry and orange flavoured things are her favourite.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage

You already know I'm in.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

Twist ending, they're both the murderer. Beware the British, Jack the Ripper left a legacy.

@Snagglepuss89

Bonnie & Clyde - The Reawakening

EDIT: I think I would like an extra post just so Lucia and Conrad can actually interact, however briefly, before arriving at the estate just because it seems unnatural just for a sudden time skip.

Unless we add in what was talked about in a flashback sequence? I dunno, depends on what Snaggle thinks.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

"T-t-t-t-there's a m-m-meeting spot! S-shouldn't w-we go to that?"

"... I guess so, lead the way."

Lucia proceeds to get herself and Conrad hopelessly lost. The RP follows their adventures in Paris while the rest of the cast is being murdered.

@Snagglepuss89

Conrad made a grave mistake asking the directionally challenged one to lead the way.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

<Snipped quote by Melo>
How many of you are thinking you'll take the escort to the estate, when the time comes? Obviously it's less complicated than going their directly, but I don't want to force anyone who'd realistically want to go their own way to do so.

@Shoryu Magami

Lucia will likely take the escort, given that she finds her way to the meeting spot instead of getting further lost in Paris.

And Lucia stutters a lot, so you guessed right.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

Season 2: Every character is the most obvious killer.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

I really wish I made a butler character and offered them up as the murder just so I could say the butler did it.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

^{LOST SOMEWHERE IN PARIS.}

The moment Lucia stepped off the plane, everything inside her screamed for her to turn right back around and purchase a return ticket back to London. She had only recently started getting used to living alone in the bustling capital of England and here she was, all alone in a foreign land. Hanging from one shoulder was a small carry-on, with her passport and other items peeking out from the half-zipped bag, and her palms were wrapped around the dark handle of her maroon suitcase. Like a lost tourist, Lucia was stood at the front of the arrivals gate from which she had come through a few minutes ago, looking around the airport with widened eyes.

No matter how much she wanted to go back home and curl up under the comfort of her covers with her cat, Sugar, she knew she couldn't let herself go through with her wishes. There was a lot at stake, and the pressure kept eating away inside her. If Lucia stays, she'll get what she wants. If she stays, she'll get her wish fulfilled. How could she say no to that? The fact that she was already in Paris should be proof enough that she wanted it desperately, so what's one more day?

'Yeah... one more day. Keep telling yourself that, and just maybe you might actually listen.' Psyching herself up did little for the pickle she had found herself in. Her stomach turned, and her mouth turned down as she felt the familiar tingle of nausea building up. The flight she had taken from Heathrow had been particularly turbulent, and for a first-time traveller, it was a complete nightmare. It had taken her all her willpower to stop herself from getting sick on the aircraft, but Lucia could still feel the after-effects of being up in the air for far too long.

Someone brushed past her side in a hurry, pushing her to the side and throwing a half-hearted apology from over their shoulder before disappearing into the crowds in front of her. The impact caused her to drop her carry on in surprise, the contents of the bag slipping out easily across the polished flooring. Lucia quickly dropped to her knees, biting down a squeal of shock as she tried to gather her items before some other hurried businessman would step over her things in their hurry. Lucia collected the items, pressing it against her chest and in a hurried motion stood up - which didn't help the feeling of nausea.

Thinking it to be best for her to get out of the way before she finds herself in another collision, Lucia looked around for the nearest uncrowded area of the airport to try and get her valuables safely tucked away into her carry-on bag. It took a while, but eventually Lucia was able to snag a corner to herself long enough to hide away her passport, deciding to keep her invitation letter from Bonaparte and the handy guide to help her find her way around the new city. Her first priority was to find a place that would serve a nice steaming mug of chamomile and honey tea. When sick, Lucia found that nothing was better than that particular flavour. Maybe it was because it reminded her of home, or maybe she simply craved the comfort that only a warm cup of tea could bring her.

Maybe she was being a little picky, but Lucia wasn't comfortable with the idea of going to the crowded airport cafe and trying to explain with her broken French-English hybrid language to ask for the exact tea she wanted. She did the next best thing she could: using the internet to find an English speaking cafe that was close enough so she could find her way back to the meeting spot near the airport entrance. When she found something that looked particularly interesting, Lucia took off on her own little adventure.

With the map on her phone, it should've been impossible to get lost so easily, but after a few wrong turns in the bustling city was enough. It didn't take too long for her phone to turn off from the lack of battery either, denying her access to the map.

You're on your own. And in this foreign city, she was.

Frustrated, Lucia shoved her phone back into her bag. The internet usage was reaching its limit anyway, so she knew she didn't have long before she'd lose the remaining balance if she continued using the crappy app. She felt the eyes of passersby, causing her to duck the lower half of her face into the deep red scarf she had wrapped around her neck, her eyes staring down at the cobblestone pavement in embarrassment.

'Stop looking at me like that...' She shakily readjusted her grip on her suitcase, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Lucia stood for a moment longer before she took hasty steps forward, eyes still averted. She didn't bother checking the direction which she was headed, she just wanted to get away from the prying eyes around her. Only when she turned the corner, she looked up. Her eyes found a cafe tucked into the corner of the street, and she sighed with relief.

It didn't matter if the cafe didn't have exactly what she wanted anymore. She just wanted to sit down and forget about her luck with technology. She approached the cafe, and almost cracked a smile as she noticed the exaggerated use of the England flag and all things British inside. The bell lightly jingled as she stepped through the doors, and she was met with a rush of warmth and comforting smells of tea and baked goods.

The familiar scents brought her anxiety down, making her feel a little more comfortable in the new city. Lucia could almost cry in relief as she heard the barista call out to her in accented English, greeting and beckoning her closer towards them. She approached the counter, her eyes scanning the menu above before requesting her drink in a small voice. She didn't mind the overly expensive price tag at this point, she was willing to take anything. While she waited for her tea, she looked around the crowded cafe but found no available seats much to no avail.

"'Ere you go, ma'am!"

The barista's voice caused Lucia to almost jump in surprise, and her eyes darted back towards the barista behind the counter. In her hand was a tray with a porcelain teacup and a teapot, and Lucia reached out to take the tray from the server with a small smile. "Thank you," the accent in her small voice was clear.

She turned around to look for any free tables. Lucia hoped that in the minute she had looked away to take the tray from the barista someone would have left, but her luck wasn't that good. She looked around, only stopping at a table occupied by a man sipping tea and reading something. He looked alone, but the single seat opposite him was the only one available in the crowded cafe. Her hand tightly gripped the tray, and she attempted to juggle her suitcase, carry-on, and the invitation letter and guide from Bonaparte towards the man sitting alone.

When she was close enough, Lucia took a deep breath before opening her mouth. "E-excuse me, s-sir?" Hoping the man could understand English, she continued, "M-may I s-sit here? Th-there are no ot-other seats in h-here a-and this is th-the only one f-free..."