[It didn't seem to matter how many days had passed; distance from the killing game didn't do anything to lessen his frustration and anger. His emotions crackled in his ears as he walked, like the popping embers of a nearby bonfire. Tengan's words haunted him when he sat in silence, and without distraction, his frustration only continued building.
So when a nearby box began smouldering, he wasn't surprised--or, perhaps, he was too numb with other emotions to properly process it. He continued walking. When a window shattered as he walked past, he spun on his heels and looked back, reaching for his sword. He scolded himself when no threat came, breathing deep and glaring at nothing. The crackling grew louder in his ears.
These emotional phenomena were doing nothing for his growing paranoia.]
Prompt D
[Rabbits scattered easily. Scarecrows wielding various pieces of farm equipment? Not so much.
Tromping around in wet fields required boots and heavier clothing than Munakata was used to, but he accepted the task of clearing out vermin without a thought; he needed something to do with his current amount of restless energy. Walking the fields and scattering rabbits seemed easy enough, even if the warning about the scarecrows had seemed ominous at the time.
Munakata sighed and assessed each of the straw dolls as they shambled through the stalks to form a loose circle around him. Pitchfork. Pitchfork. Shovel. Sickle.
The farmers did ask that he attempt to "reason with" the scarecrows first.]
We all have better things to do. Stand down.
Wildcard
[Munakata's probably not the most approachable person, even in the given scenarios. Feel free to set something up! Maybe catch him while he's eating?]
Kyosuke Munakata | Dangan Ronpa 3
[It didn't seem to matter how many days had passed; distance from the killing game didn't do anything to lessen his frustration and anger. His emotions crackled in his ears as he walked, like the popping embers of a nearby bonfire. Tengan's words haunted him when he sat in silence, and without distraction, his frustration only continued building.
So when a nearby box began smouldering, he wasn't surprised--or, perhaps, he was too numb with other emotions to properly process it. He continued walking. When a window shattered as he walked past, he spun on his heels and looked back, reaching for his sword. He scolded himself when no threat came, breathing deep and glaring at nothing. The crackling grew louder in his ears.
These emotional phenomena were doing nothing for his growing paranoia.]
Prompt D
[Rabbits scattered easily. Scarecrows wielding various pieces of farm equipment? Not so much.
Tromping around in wet fields required boots and heavier clothing than Munakata was used to, but he accepted the task of clearing out vermin without a thought; he needed something to do with his current amount of restless energy. Walking the fields and scattering rabbits seemed easy enough, even if the warning about the scarecrows had seemed ominous at the time.
Munakata sighed and assessed each of the straw dolls as they shambled through the stalks to form a loose circle around him. Pitchfork. Pitchfork. Shovel. Sickle.
The farmers did ask that he attempt to "reason with" the scarecrows first.]
We all have better things to do. Stand down.
Wildcard
[Munakata's probably not the most approachable person, even in the given scenarios. Feel free to set something up! Maybe catch him while he's eating?]