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~ AoT: The Western Siege ~ Interest Check

Well I've got interest.

The Promised Neverland (Interest Check)

I'm interested.

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Hamazura Ginshi

[Super Highschool Level Judo Master]

Ever the patient and receptive person that he was, Ginshi didn't interject much despite their possible impending doom. However, his receptive nature allowed him to have some keen intuition. That focus of his, happened to zero-in on Aurel's statement. "...I see,..Chikako huh. It's funny you say that, Aurel." The martial artist rubbed the back of his neck. Just what made Aurel think the blackened was Chikako? Ginshi had a feeling that he knew why, or at least partially.

"If I recall, there are multiple sets of CDs in your Lab, Chikako. I wouldn't be surprised if those CD pieces came from there. Sure, they could have gotten it from somewhere else but if the killer wanted a CD of all things, the obvious strike would be your lab that comes to mind first," The boy declared without hesitation. He assumed they were for Rhythm Games, but he didn't know too much about them. Is there still a chance he could have her teach him about this after the Trial? Putting that aside, he returned to the topic, "Now I can anticipate your next attack, you're going to say that the labs are accessible everyone and not just you. Well that would be true, but there's this odd maneuver this blackened threw out,..."

The Judomaster looked at and stretched his fingers before continuing on, "The Blackened tried to frame our little Maiya over here by putting the CD case in the lab of her trash bin. If they wanted to get rid of it, they could of just thrown it in the lake, but they didn't. But, why frame Maiya? The only reason would be to turn suspicion away from Chikako, whose lab the CD belonged to. And if you say they're trying to frame you, then why not just put the CD case in your trash bin instead? See where I'm getting at here?"

Ginshi spoke on in his usual laid-back and proud manner. "But I'm sure our Ultimate Thief has a more solid reason than even I do,"

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Hamazura Ginshi

[Super Highschool Level Judo Master]

"Hold it right there, Snow" Ginshi interjected with a stern tone of voice. The martial artist lifted his hand gently as he continued to speak,"Yukimori wouldn't do something like that, I just know, but more importantly, she's my partner," It was after that when Ginshi looked over at Yukimori, as if to reaffirm his assessment of the girl.

"After all this ME we're talking about here. I would have noticed if she were doing anything strange." Soon enough, he turned his attention back to Snow. "Besides, her and I were outside at the back behind the cabins last night. So she was too busy to try anything," assured of his abilities as always, Ginshi did not waver in his declaration as he put on a smile.

"Our personalized labs are accessible for all. So any one of us could have went in there to take whatever they wanted. Just like Izo said, there are more suspects." The Judo master finally explained while scanning around at the other students around him. Then lastly, his eyes landed back on the one at the center of discussion, Yukimori, "But, I'm not the hero of justice here. I've learned that it's most important for someone to help themselves. All I can do is support, so let them hear what you have to say Yukimori Maiya!"

Dragon Ball: Universe Zero

I'll also be trying to get a character up soon

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Hamazura Ginshi

[Super Highschool Level Judo Master]

This was surely a tough situation for Genshi Hamazura. Well, that could be said the same for everyone else involved in this cruel master plan. Yet he knew well there was no use in fretting over his misfortune. All he could do as always was follow along the path that had been ingrained in his soul.
"We can't lose control over our minds just yet, friends. If everyone else will be doing what they can to solve this mystery, I will too," Genshi stated with vigor in his voice. He wasn't an attorney or detective by any means. In fact, his area of expertise laid in the more physical area. Though perhaps something could be gained from it.
"We just need to shift our perspectives. Like the multiple paths of a river, I'm sure we'll find our destination somewhere. For example, the removal of that lock in the door. I haven't seen it myself, but how exactly did it happen?"

Ginshi shifted his attention over to a certain someone. That someone, being Aurel. A smile spread across the martial artist's face, it wasn't one filled with malice, but rather with it's usual confidence."Aurel, what do you think? I'm sure as The Super Highschool-Level Thief, you'd have a good idea as to how someone could sneak into a room. I'd like to hear your opinion on that."

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Hamazura Ginshi

[Super Highschool Level Judo Master]

Lifeless and unmoving.

That was the sort of state that the once living Naomi, was now in. That was the horrifying sight the Ginshi saw when he entered into the cabin room. Her throat had been slit open. It was an unpleasant view but out of respect for his own teachings and Naomi herself, the martial artist did not look away.
"It wasn't enough...my determination to steer us all away from this outcome wasn't enough....I'm sorry Naomi,"

For a very brief moment, a flicker of the image of his brother's corpse came into his mind. Yet, it was dispatched immediately. It was as his master instilled into him.

To go with the flow but to not be overwhelmed by emotions.

So he was not a mess of tears, but nor was he as cold as stone. Instead, a grim expression forged by resolve was shown.

Following along with the others, Ginshi checked his E-Pad. There displayed a short summary of the crime.
"They put so much into this Killing Game. Just what kind of opponent are we dealing with?"

He made that comment as he swiped his finger along the screen. From the looks of it, this seemed to accurately describe the scene before them.

Noticing how active most others were in investigating, Ginshi himself spoke out, "If the rest of you are going to investigate, then I'll play my part as well. I don't know much about investigating but I will make sure to watch for any tampering of Naomi"s body. It may not be the passive approach that I prefer, but if anyone does act suspicious in that manner, then I'll have to forcibly restrain them,"

~ Phantom Thieves of London: The Calling ~

Joey Grayson

Soft Yet Piercing, Like A Whistle

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Joey couldn't believe the words entering his ears. He gave off the expression of someone finding a rotten sandwich in their refrigerator. It was repulsive! This was not the type of behavior he wanted to see out of his friend. Nevertheless, it was starring right in front of him. Exposed and naked, like the scar Romani provided for all to bare witness. The more he spoke, the more his words pummeled him relentlessly. The cracks began to spill like water out of dam. His fist clenching and his jaw tightening. Until his raging spirit burst forth, "EVIL!!"

He bellowed his declaration, as if to condemn Romani for all eternity, or at least for the rest of this ride. All of the answers given were not to his satisfaction, to say the least. For one thing, he didn't even provide a direct answer on the first question. Did he somehow overestimate Joey's intelligence? The very thought of that, causes his anger to stir further. Yet even so, the main core of this corruption and the source of Joey's exaggerated fury; was his response to that third question. The deciding factor to all of this.

"The correct answer, was that of course I would marry Serena someday! It's obvious if you think about it a bit. We're two peas in a pod!" Joey spoke proudly and loud enough as if to fight back the very hands of logic itself. He paused to let the words resonate with everyone, but he might as well have been talking to a wall. To label someone evil based on a trivial topic like that was ludicrous. Still, Joey felt a deep-seated instinct to defend this fantasy. "Sorry Romani but I think everyone else would agre-"

"Actually...he seems like a normal guy.." Samantha shattered Joey's forthcoming thoughts with ease. They were sudden and abrupt, thus they staggered his reaction. The stagnated nervousness now whittling away, Shane couldn't help but let his similar thoughts be heard as well, "Yeah,..he's kinda weird but he's not like a gangster or anything. The answers he gave didn't seem all that out of place.". Like street lights being switched on one after the other, their relief illuminating sequentially. Even Claire, with her usual sour self, loosened up to the somewhat rigid youth, "Anyone that doesn't agree with Joey's nonsense has to be somewhat of a normal person."
The tides had been turned and the only thing left for Joey was the tear at the corner of his eye. This act of betrayal had left him plagued with despair! "You guy's can't be serious! There's no doubt that I certainly have a chanc-"

"Alright we made it! And with time to spare too!" Shane announced, his excitement blossoming another wave of relief within the now parking van. As the vehicle became empty with each of his comrades leaving, the life in his eyes grew dim. They each headed their own ways with parting goodbyes until they see each other again in the next few hours. All that remained, were Romani and Joey now standing in the parking lot. "Romani..." Joey whimpered out as his body swayed around to face his fellow student. "I'll see you in P.E!" a promise of revenge lashes out from his lips. Like a curse left in the air, he turns away in huff.

Like a hurricane, he rummages off in an exaggerated fit.......Then, his speed slows down, muscles relaxing with steps becoming as light asa leaf. That hurricane settles down into a breeze. There, Joey turns his head to the side to flash Romani a grin of sparkles. Like a child after playtime, he giggles happily. "See, I told them you weren't a bad guy after all!"

Of course all that from earlier was simply fun and games. Ever the playful sort he is, this was the nature that gave him so much favor with others. The joking and teasing was always apart of their fun, never an ill willed insult around. Only the delightful pleasures one could get with those they considered allies.

That merriment allowed the golden chance for the others to warm up to Romani. Even if it were only a little bit. Joey could atleast hope that warmth would reach Romani, who always seemed so solemn. Who always seemed to have some stubborn designation of strength within him. He wanted to believe that.

He runs a hand through his braided ponytail.

With a parting devilish wink at the other boy, Joey strolled off leisurely as if he were riding with the gentle wind.

@Sync

~ Phantom Thieves of London: The Calling ~

Joey Grayson

Low Souls with A High Spirit

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Now there was Romani, who sat to Joey's left side, while the boy himself scooched over in the middle. The position was one he couldn't help but take delight in. Sitting between Claire and Romani, his joy welled and erupted like a volcano. He brought his arms around both their shoulders, as if to bring them along his merry wave of companionship. "Sitting here with my friends, now this is the life," Joey spoke in a tone similar to an oldman cherishing the last years of his life, despite his far too youthful demeanor.

Joey was a being of gratitude. Despite how that may sound, he was not a devout servant of god. Still, he did go to church whenever he could. No, his gratitude rested upon something more grounded. For all the love that he had been nurtured with, it was only natural that affection would eventually overflow and spill out to those around him. Though to put it simply, having taken notice of his fortune in one circumstance, this trickled into him being aware of the other blessings around him.

And if there was one thing his folks at the Retirement Community taught him; it was to keep his friends close to heart. Therefor, for Joey Grayson, this van was akin to a ship-, or rather, a chariot, filled with treasure. So in his rambunctious mind, what else could he do besides play with and admire them?

However, the others were not so starry eyed. In contrast to the radiating sunshine that came from Joey's face, everyone else was all too silent. It was a silence with an underlying air of nervousness. The youth had pondered for a moment but soon realized what was the source of this unease. Right, from what he recalls barely 5 minutes ago, the other three weren't too fond of Romani on account of the rumors that had infested the campus.

"Ah, my memory isn't as good as it used to be," he commented to himself, regretting his thoughtlessness. Though only for a fraction of a second. He was actually just too strung up by his surging emotions. Shane looks like he wants to say something about Joey's previous remark, but the nervousness holds back his tongue. 'This isn't good. I need to get the atmosphere back on track. So I just need to show them that Romani isn't a bad guy!' His plan formulating, Joey's face shifted into an all too obvious and almost comically devious sneer.

"Romani, lets play a game while we wait to get there!" Joey boldly declared, energetic as he rested his chin on his palm. His eyes latched onto Romani with a gaze of fondness. In truth, he didn't know much about the boy besides some talk about movies and sports here and there. Therefor this would be the perfect moment to solidify their hazy connection. "It's a game to decide whether someone is good or evil! I'll ask three questions, and depending in your answers, I'll decide whether you're good or evil. I just made it up."

Joey was about as subtle as a megaphone, but nevertheless he was positive this would assure Romani's credibility. He would tear through this air of nervousness was threatened to chokeout his friendship! Regardless of the daggers of annoyance that his other companions eyed him with, Joey commenced.

"Question number 1; What are cuter, babies or old people?

Question number 2; How many Christmas gifts did you give out last year?

And Question 3!.....D-...D- Do you think I have a chance at marrying Serena Williams someday?.."

@Sync

~ Phantom Thieves of London: The Calling ~

Cherished Chariot of Charity
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Joey Grayson

The hustle and bustle of London traffic should be no surprise to anyone, especially on a weekday morning. There's everyone from the young and old trying to get to their daily destinations. So of course there would be a bit of annoyance pilling up right? Well what if you add in the fact that the sun was unleashing hell on earth with the amount of heat pouring down and that you were in a car with three other people? Something like that would surely start making you frustrated!

"Ah! This is a pain in the ass! At this rate we're going to be late!"

A rough voice echoed throughout the silver van and even a bit onto the outside streets because of the open windows that tried to help ease the molting heat surrounding them. The voice came from Shane, a blond-haired young man that always wore sunglasses, even indoors. Though it certainly isn't out of place in their current situation.

"It's totally Joey's fault,"

A red-headed girl with too much make-up spoke from the passenger seat. Her name was Samantha, and at this rate, her sweat would start smearing away at her make-up.

"Yeah Joey, why the heck were you late at coming to your pick-up spot?"

This time the voice came from the backseat. It belonged to a short girl with also short brown hair. Her name was Claire and like the rest, she wasn't too happy about their current situation. So her eyes darted at the target of their aggression, sitting in the back seat next to her. That unfortunate target being the pony-tail-having boy with a sly grin on his face. This was the perpetrator named Joey Grayson. He held up his hands and spoke in a way to calm them down,

"Cut me some slack here. I just so happened to see something amazing while I was on the way and happened to get side-tracked!"

He made his declaration in an attempt to defend himself against barrage of mean glares that surrounded him on all sides. "What was so 'amazing'?" asked Samantha with doubt in her voice. In response, a genuine smile spread across Joey's lips as he looked ahead at nothing in particular. "You wouldn't believe it if I just tell you but, it was something so beautiful! I was waiting at our usual meet up spot, until I saw this small elderly man surrounded in a crowd of people and he couldn't get out!"

"Let me guess, you helped him out?" Claire interrupted,

"No, that's just the thing! I was on my way to help him until this white-haired girl with a skateboard comes over and gives him a hand instead! I was so touched I had to take dozens of pictures on my phone camera while I was following them. Ah, maybe there's hope for this generation after all,.."

He wiped the corner of his eyes as he reminisced into the past momentarily. He didn't know who that girl was but he was proud of her kindness to help the elderly. That was a topic Joey took to heart and got emotional about. Sadly however, to the other people in the van with him, this was just another day with him. So they only expressions they could give were ones of disgust. "Would you stop talking like that? You're a teenager!" Shane commented as he drove. Claire also had something to say that caught her attention.

"Also, you were taking a bunch of pics of a chick while she didn't know? Wow, what a perv!"

"H-How dare you! I'll have you know I was taking the pictures because of the old man!"

"I think that's worse..." From the looks of it. They were starting to make some headway along the traffic. It was thanks to this that the hostility started to die down a bit. "Don't you take long getting ready in the morning anyways?" Samantha said while resting her elbow on the door. Joey nodded in approval and followed up, "You got it. Besides breakfast and cleaning myself up, I exercise, make sure I got my tennis ball and most importantly....," before finishing, the boy lightly runs his hand along his long ponytail and gracefully flicks it to the side. "I got to take care of this luscious hair of mine of course. That's right, Rapunzel ain't got nothin' on me, baby," he flaunts his hair, which he obviously takes pride in. You don't have hair like that by just being nonchalant about it. He was lucky to be born with such hair, but perhaps even luckier that he knew people that taught him how to take care of it.

It was actually rare that Joey showed signs of arrogance on his behalf, but the others couldn't miss that chance to take a shot at it. "You know, with how many old people you hang around. I wouldn't be surprised if it's an omen of all your hair falling out someday when you get old," Claire made that ridiculous remark with a devious grin but despite its outlandishness, a chill crawled up Joey's spine as he bounced and almost hit his head on the roof. "Don't be ridiculous! Something like that would never happen in a million years! Don't even put that kind of energy into the universe!" despite his proclamations, Joey held his ponytail close to his chest as if to protect it from the threats of the outside world. Unlike most, he was someone that was accepting of all the wonders and woes of old age,...except for when it came to his hair. Even the folks at the village community tease him about it at times.

While he was tucking himself away into a ball, something caught his eye outside the open car window. Rather it was someone. A young man with slicked-back hair and most noticeably a scar on the center of his forehead. Joey knew this person that was walking on the sidewalk, it was someone that he shared PE with. His name was... "Hey Romani, over here! Want a ride? There's room for one more!" he called out while sticking out of the window and waving his arm out to catch the lad's attention. The sudden outburst caught the other three in the van by surprise, and in a hushed yet alarmed tone, began rambling one after the other,

"Joey! Are you crazy!? That's Romani Bogart! I've heard he's bad news!"

"I heard a rumor that he's a mobster, and the scar was apart of the initiation process,"

"No way, I heard he took a bullet to the head, survived and then killed the guy that shot him,"

"Haha, what are you guys' talking about? Romani is nothing like that. Well I don't know alot about him, but I think he's swell. Hey come on, don't be shy! They're nice people!" he urged the other boy to come, all with a welcoming grin on his face that highlighted the single fang on the left side of his teeth.

@Sync