TEST DRIVE [SMASH RONPA]

[monoguests]

Smash Ronpa Test Drive

Smash Life of Mutual Killing

Guidelines
Welcome to Smash Ronpa's test drive! In lieu of a Mock Trial, due to this round's length, we'll be keeping this test drive open until the opening of the game on September 28th. Reserves will be happening on September 18th, and you can use 20 comments (from your character) on the game's application! Otherwise, this TDM is here to help you figure out how/who you might want to play, and can help you get to know some of the players in the upcoming round. Don't feel like you have to apply just because you play on the TDM!

This post is, however, exclusively open to characters who fit the round's character guidelines. In other words - Nintendo characters and other video game characters who have appeared on a Nintendo consoles. Please check out our FAQ for more detail on this, or hit up smashronpa if you have any questions about character choices or anything else!

1) ARRIVAL
You wake up comfortably enough in a nice-looking, despite the overabundance of pink everywhere. It's well-furnished and decently roomy - there's even a little fireplace in there! The only problem is that even despite the sense of familiarity some might feel, this clearly wasn't the room you went to sleep in the night before.

Welcome the Monobear Training Camp! It may take a few minutes to gather your bearings, but you'll eventually stumble into the wide open world of the camp. If you look hard enough, you might find an odd electronic device somewhere on your person - giving you access to 15 different "student profiles". It's time to figure out just where you've ended up, now isn't it?

2) LIFE IS QUITE ABSURD
By now, you're acquainted with everybody here and you're sloooowlllyyyy growing bored. Bored enough to kill? No. Bored enough to actually try and entertain yourselves in this place? Yes. Yes, you are. Thankfully, this place has plenty of ways to entertain! You might just try to cook something up in the kitchen, play around in the well-stocked arcade, and even a neat little library! There's even a large movie theater, but your enjoyment of that might be hampered by the fact that there's only one movie playing on repeat. At all times. Remember, we're trying to cause despair here.

What some might find creepy, however, is that all the rooms are far bigger than they should be. The layout of this place is...it doesn't make any sense. There are windows and pathways where there shouldn't be, and it seems as though the rooms are almost overlapping each other. Don't think about it for too long.

3) WHAT'S MY MOTIVATION
IT'S MOTIVE DAY! What's going to drive you to kill? Drive you to end of the chain? CONGRATULATIONS, IT'S HAPPENING TODAY. Either nab a motive from any of the previous rounds or invent your own!

4) AND DEATH'S THE FINAL WORD
It was bound to happen eventually. Either you're dying, or someone close to you is about to make it up the great big Warp Pipe in the sky. Either try to get a few last words out before you go, or go off and investigate in the wake of their death.

5) WILDCARD
Who even knows- do whatever you want, man! Unless it's pissing off the headmaster. Don't do that.

Comments

Ragna the Bloodedge | BlazBlue

[bloodfridge]

2: The Kitchen

[So you know that one cranky guy on every team who clearly doesn't want to work with others but has to anyway? That would be Ragna. It's a role he's very good at, and everyone's likely to know just how much of a prickly jerk he can be. After all, what's the point of being nice in a place like this? That damn bear just wants them to murder each other in the end. While he has no intention of doing that, he also has no intention of befriending anyone. It's easier that way. In case one of them winds up dead or betraying the group he won't be put into a compromising position.

It's two hours before Night Time, so the kitchen's still open, but there's not likely anyone to be there. Perfect time to cook something without any interruptions, he figures, so he heads down there as quickly as he can, doing his best to avoid attracting any attention. Once inside he tosses his coat onto the nearest chair and begins collecting ingredients. Before long he's got a whole pot of beef udon cooking and smelling wonderful as it wafts through the air and past the crack of the (mostly) closed door outside.

Should anyone follow the smell, they'll be greeted by the sight of one Ragna the Buttedge working away in the kitchen, humming idly as he goes about his business. For once he seems to be in a good mood. Even with his bad attitude in mind, though, he's pretty easy to score a meal off of. Care to try?]

3: The Motive

[At the time of the get together, Ragna doubted that this fuzzy little freak actually had anything in his disposal that they'd murder each other over. Sure he managed to kidnap them and bring them here, but even so he wasn't truly convinced. Though honestly, he was probably just in denial. Not that it lasted very long. A box didn't seem like much, but when he actually opened it...

He froze, eyes widening in horror.

Inside the box, for anyone feeling exceptionally snoopy, was a small music box. Nothing too special, but just the very sight of it brought forth a strong emotion from deep within the man's chest. His hands began shaking and before he knew it he was yelling at where Monokuma once was. His brain didn't even realize the bear wasn't there until after he finished.]

Bastard! Where the HELL did you get this?

[By all accounts that music box shouldn't exist. It was his little sister's, but it should have burned alongside the church they were staying at back when they were kids. For this to have been saved, well...he's starting to wonder just what exactly this bear is capable of. There's a note inside the box, but he ignores it. In fact, he can't even look at it any more, so he closes the box back up again and stomps off... Or attempts to, anyway. Whether or not he'll be able to get some alone time without someone commenting on his little fit remains to be seen.

Not that you could blame them. A reaction like that isn't exactly good for his reputation. Nevermind that it's not really good to begin with...]

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[cantread]

[Free food? Hell yes Sissel is going to try to get free food. He has no idea how to cook, and he already made himself sick once trying to eat raw fish. So, food-mooching is a go.]

What did you make?

[Abrasive personalities he can deal with, thankfully. He won't be scared off by a little bit of grumpiness.]

[bloodfridge]

[Fun fact about Ragna; he's actually terrified of ghosts and can be incredibly jumpy at times. So hearing a voice when he failed to notice another person's footsteps? Yeah, that's gonna get a jump out of him. Maybe even a very unmanly sounding noise. That is, until he notices it's just Sissel. Phew. That's a relief.

Though he's still shooting the other man a glare.]

Beef udon.

[Oh hey look, he answered like a normal person. Probably because he figures if he plays along for a bit Sissel will leave.]

[cantread]

[Psh, like Sissel would leave. He is very good at sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, and staying there long after he has worn out his welcome.]

I can't say I've ever had that before. What's it like? Salty, spicy?

[bloodfridge]

[He figured as much. Can't blame a guy for trying.

Ragna's no longer looking at Sissel, but instead focusing on the pot in front of him. Last thing he needs is for it to get ruined because he was chatting away.]

Depends on what ingredients you used. There's lots of ways to make it, but I felt like having something spicy.

[Lowering the burner a bit, he reaches for a spoon and starts giving the contents a few stirs. Seems alright so far. Almost done.]

[cantread]

[Sissel looks down at the pot. He's tempted to stick a finger in and swirl it around to claim it as his own get a quick taste, but that water is boiling hot so he decides against it.]

Spicy's not too bad. Better than sweet, at least.

[bloodfridge]

[Ragna would probably grab his hand and snatch it away before he could, anyway. Cooking is serious business, okay. No touchie.]

Sweet udon might be pretty weir-

[Hang on, he knows where this is going.]

Nevermind. It doesn't matter anyway, since this is for me.

[So he says.]

[cantread]

[Sissel looks back down at the pot again.]

It looks like a lot of food for just one person.

[So clearly he should share it, so that he doesn't eat too much.]

[bloodfridge]

Well duh, I'm not going to eat it all in one sitting. You really think that bear is just going to keep giving us food for nothing? Hell, I'm surprised this wasn't even poisoned.

[But then that'd defeat the purpose, right? Blah blah blah despair blah blah blah 100% real cotton blah blah murder. Literally all he got out of that.]

[cantread]

You might end up poisoning yourself instead. Food goes bad quickly, and by the time you get back to it whatever you make might be spoiled.

It's a much better idea to share, and have others share with you later.

[HINT HINT HINT]

[bloodfridge]

Right, because refrigerators don't exist.

[Though even he knows that's a shit excuse. Anyone could sneak into the kitchen and poison it while it's in the fridge. Or just eat it without his knowing. Dammit, what is it with people and mooching off of him?]

...but fine, whatever. I'll let you have some if it'll get you to shut up.

[cantread]

[Pretty much, and Sissel is about to point some of those out, but hey it looks like he caved finally.]

I think I can manage that.

[Great success, he won't be going hungry tonight.]

[bloodfridge]

[He almost feels like asking if Sissel's sure just to be a wise ass, but he refrains. Ragna grabs a small bowl from the cupboards, one just big enough to get a small taste, and brings it over to the pot. He pours some of the udon into said bowl, taking great care to at least get a little of everything, before handing Sissel a spoon along with the bowl.]

Here. Taste this and tell me what you think.

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[thejusticewagon]

[...huh. Now, some of that smells familiar, but some of that smells... kind of different? Either way...]

Hey, what's cookin'? Whatever it is smells great!

[bloodfridge]

[So much for enjoying some alone time. Ragna says nothing for a couple of seconds, instead making sure everything's coming out just right.]

Spicy beef udon.

[Continuing his trend of being rude, he doesn't even look at her when he answers.]

[thejusticewagon]

...udon? I mean, I definitely have had beef before, but I don't think I've ever had that. What's it like?

[...unfortunately, she's the sort of person who can't take a hint...]

[bloodfridge]

It's like soup.

[Probably because it is soup.

Reaching for a tiny bowl, Ragna pours some of the hot liquid inside with a ladle and brings it up to his mouth. Not bad, he supposes, but it still needs more flavor. Putting the bowl back down, he grabs various spices that are sitting next to him on the counter and starts tapping them to sprinkle in the contents. Too bad he's only realized just now that the last few spices are next to Cynthia and out of his reach. So much for trying to give the bare minimum of conversation.]

If you're gonna stick around, could you at least make yourself useful and hand me those spices next to you?

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, I see!

[she looks a little closer...]

...yeah, noodle soup, right?

[...and even if she's annoying, she at least tries to be helpful!]

And hey, no problem! Do you want 'em all, or a specific one?

[bloodfridge]

[To be fair, he finds everyone annoying. It's nothing personal.

Except fluffy things like cats, but don't tell anyone.]

Just hand me all of 'em. It'll be easier that way.

[thejusticewagon]

[your secret would theoretically be safe with her, Ragna]

All right, then! Comin' right up!

[HERE IS EVERY SPICE. she actually does not drop them, which is amazing.]

[bloodfridge]

[He would theoretically appreciate it. By which I mean Cynthia would get a nod and a grunt of acknowledgement that didn't sound as pissy as usual. Truly we have a man who knows how to deal with people in a kind and rational manner.]

Yeah, thanks.

[Holy shit, he actually looked in her direction as he accepted them. Of course his gratitude doesn't seem very sincere, but baby steps. Regardless, he adds the spices to the pot, taking great care to only add small portions of each, as if he's done this before. Almost like it's second-nature, really. Finally he gives the broth a few more stirs before refilling the bowl and tasting it.

...then he grabs another and does the same to it, handing it over to her. What.]

Here. Tell me what you think.

[thejusticewagon]

[...huh.

Well, she tried Kjelle's cooking once and survived, so you know what? It actually smells good, so...]

...let's see...

[siiip.]

Wow, that's got some kick to it! In a good way, I mean. It's exciting, not overwhelming!