[OOC: This Naegi is from the end of the second game but before the start of Danganronpa 3 the anime. So just before his trial. More info on him and permissions here (It was originally for memes but it works still. I will work on it more later).
1. Why can't we be friends (Muscling In) (Danganronpa spoilers)
[Makoto was having a bad day. First, he woke up from his (for once) restful sleep to find himself surrounded by all kinds of yokai. They were ranging from the well-known yokai like Kitsune and Oni to the lesser-known Tsuchigumo and Uwabami. Even the obscure ones that were only sometimes mentioned in video games he used to play.
Second, he found out he was in Hell. That was certainly a surprise. He didn't think his actions would warrant this but apparently, he was wrong. And if that wasn't enough, he found out Hell was...interesting. He didn't know what he expected but it wasn't this.
Third, after waiting and finally having his numbered called, he found himself being dragged into helping out the crime groups of the city. This wasn't his first time working with criminals (the end of the world made it difficult to be picky with your allies) and it certainly wasn't the first time he had helped out people like them but this...he was screwed.
Saying he wasn't a fighter would be an understatement. In fact, he was so much of a pacifist (and pushover) that it took a lot for him to even think about fighting back, especially physically. Even after his training in the Future Foundation, he only fought back physically when absolutely necessary. And rarely violently.
So why was he stuck in a gang battle between the Shuten Clan and some smaller gangs? Because life likes to put him in uncomfortable situations and frankly, he was used to it by now.]
Prompt 1A:
[Makoto gritted his teeth as he held his injured arm, narrowly avoiding another hit from a spiked bat by twisting to the side. If there was anything he was good at (other than being optimistic), it was surviving. And thanks to that training, he had gotten quite proficient with evading. Ducking to avoid a punch, he wasn't fast enough to dodge the kick that came after. Reeling from it, he slammed into a wall, gasping but quickly recovering just in time to avoid another hit.
And if that failed, he had learned to take a hit. No more days of being knocked out with only one strong punch.]
Cou-cough-Could we talk about this? There's no need to-!
[But his opponent evidently wasn't much of a talker. His attacker growled and struck at him again, grazing Makoto's hurt arm as Makoto moved to the side. Letting out a small cry of pain, Makoto closed his eyes in pain for a moment before using his leg to sweep at the man's legs. The attacker temporarily lost balance and Makoto quickly jumped to his feet and out of the way just in time for an Oni to swing a giant spiked club at his attacker, sending the other flying.
Makoto looked in horror at the splatter of blood from such a hit before rushing behind a wall just in time to avoid some bullets. He heard howls of rage behind him and more gunshots as he tried to catch his breath. This was insane! He had seen and been in these kinds of battles before but seeing this was new. Home didn't have Oni that could carry a weapon the size of him and use it to beat their enemies into submission.
Was he going to die here? Again? He had to die to even get to hell, right? Was this going to be his second time dying?!
...You might want to help him out.]
Prompt 1B:
[Letting out a sigh, he looked at some of the casualties on both sides. While this was mostly just a demonstration of power, there were some casualites. He was saddened to see that most of the injured were supposed to tend to themselves.
He rubbed his sore cheek sullenly as he remembered when he tried to help some of the injured, only to be greeted by scorn and aggression. It didn't help that he had helped someone from the other group get to his comrades despite working with the Shuten. He had a broken leg! Of course he would need assistance to get back to his group!]
...I suppose some things never change.
[He ignored his own injuries, letting his bleeding arm dangle to his side as he wallowed in bad memories waiting for a continuation or end to this battle.]
3. Standing on the edge ...with shoes (Strike a Poise)
[Makoto wasn't sure this was a good idea. Sure, it was a lot of money but he's...not graceful. Like, at all. The way he was prone to bad luck made that impossible. And adding to it, he was still recovering from that battle for Shuten Clan...This was a really bad idea honestly.
But he needed the money. Even with his assigned apartment, it wasn't much. He needed some money to get some essentials before it became a problem. He was also broke still. He didn't get much money from his performance with the Shuten Clan, especially after helping someone from the other side. He wasn't surprised at all, but it made things harder for him.
So against all his worries, he decided to sign up for this job. He was trying very hard to stay upright while he tried to adjust to these geta on him. While he was forced to change his clothes and had already dealt with some rowdy guests, it was mostly the large geta on his feet that were making his life difficult. But to be honest...]
I hope you enjoy your drinks!
[He bowed to a guest with a bright smile before walking towards his next customer. This was going okay! He was doing better than he expected! Usually, things like this never worked well and he always made a fool of himself. Sure, he had spilled quite a bit of liquid at the beginning but now he was doing pretty good! He didn't think he was going to win the big prize with his performance but perhaps he was going to get some money from this after all!
He carefully walked toward the next guest when someone bumped into him and made him lose balance.]
WOAH!
[Trying to regain his balance, he instinctually grabbed for something to hold and unfortunately dragged a person down with him with a yelp.
...So much for a prize.]
? Wildcard?
(((OOC: Wildcards are welcome! If you want to talk, I'm available at CeyahWolfsong and on Discord as Anne#6966!)))
Makoto Naegi | Danganronpa (Spoilers)
1. Why can't we be friends (Muscling In) (Danganronpa spoilers)
[Makoto was having a bad day. First, he woke up from his (for once) restful sleep to find himself surrounded by all kinds of yokai. They were ranging from the well-known yokai like Kitsune and Oni to the lesser-known Tsuchigumo and Uwabami. Even the obscure ones that were only sometimes mentioned in video games he used to play.
Second, he found out he was in Hell. That was certainly a surprise. He didn't think his actions would warrant this but apparently, he was wrong. And if that wasn't enough, he found out Hell was...interesting. He didn't know what he expected but it wasn't this.
Third, after waiting and finally having his numbered called, he found himself being dragged into helping out the crime groups of the city. This wasn't his first time working with criminals (the end of the world made it difficult to be picky with your allies) and it certainly wasn't the first time he had helped out people like them but this...he was screwed.
Saying he wasn't a fighter would be an understatement. In fact, he was so much of a pacifist (and pushover) that it took a lot for him to even think about fighting back, especially physically. Even after his training in the Future Foundation, he only fought back physically when absolutely necessary. And rarely violently.
So why was he stuck in a gang battle between the Shuten Clan and some smaller gangs? Because life likes to put him in uncomfortable situations and frankly, he was used to it by now.]
Prompt 1A:
[Makoto gritted his teeth as he held his injured arm, narrowly avoiding another hit from a spiked bat by twisting to the side. If there was anything he was good at (other than being optimistic), it was surviving. And thanks to that training, he had gotten quite proficient with evading. Ducking to avoid a punch, he wasn't fast enough to dodge the kick that came after. Reeling from it, he slammed into a wall, gasping but quickly recovering just in time to avoid another hit.
And if that failed, he had learned to take a hit. No more days of being knocked out with only one strong punch.]
Cou-cough-Could we talk about this? There's no need to-!
[But his opponent evidently wasn't much of a talker. His attacker growled and struck at him again, grazing Makoto's hurt arm as Makoto moved to the side. Letting out a small cry of pain, Makoto closed his eyes in pain for a moment before using his leg to sweep at the man's legs. The attacker temporarily lost balance and Makoto quickly jumped to his feet and out of the way just in time for an Oni to swing a giant spiked club at his attacker, sending the other flying.
Makoto looked in horror at the splatter of blood from such a hit before rushing behind a wall just in time to avoid some bullets. He heard howls of rage behind him and more gunshots as he tried to catch his breath. This was insane! He had seen and been in these kinds of battles before but seeing this was new. Home didn't have Oni that could carry a weapon the size of him and use it to beat their enemies into submission.
Was he going to die here? Again? He had to die to even get to hell, right? Was this going to be his second time dying?!
...You might want to help him out.]
Prompt 1B:
[Letting out a sigh, he looked at some of the casualties on both sides. While this was mostly just a demonstration of power, there were some casualites. He was saddened to see that most of the injured were supposed to tend to themselves.
He rubbed his sore cheek sullenly as he remembered when he tried to help some of the injured, only to be greeted by scorn and aggression. It didn't help that he had helped someone from the other group get to his comrades despite working with the Shuten. He had a broken leg! Of course he would need assistance to get back to his group!]
...I suppose some things never change.
[He ignored his own injuries, letting his bleeding arm dangle to his side as he wallowed in bad memories waiting for a continuation or end to this battle.]
3. Standing on the edge ...with shoes (Strike a Poise)
[Makoto wasn't sure this was a good idea. Sure, it was a lot of money but he's...not graceful. Like, at all. The way he was prone to bad luck made that impossible. And adding to it, he was still recovering from that battle for Shuten Clan...This was a really bad idea honestly.
But he needed the money. Even with his assigned apartment, it wasn't much. He needed some money to get some essentials before it became a problem. He was also broke still. He didn't get much money from his performance with the Shuten Clan, especially after helping someone from the other side. He wasn't surprised at all, but it made things harder for him.
So against all his worries, he decided to sign up for this job. He was trying very hard to stay upright while he tried to adjust to these geta on him. While he was forced to change his clothes and had already dealt with some rowdy guests, it was mostly the large geta on his feet that were making his life difficult. But to be honest...]
I hope you enjoy your drinks!
[He bowed to a guest with a bright smile before walking towards his next customer. This was going okay! He was doing better than he expected! Usually, things like this never worked well and he always made a fool of himself. Sure, he had spilled quite a bit of liquid at the beginning but now he was doing pretty good! He didn't think he was going to win the big prize with his performance but perhaps he was going to get some money from this after all!
He carefully walked toward the next guest when someone bumped into him and made him lose balance.]
WOAH!
[Trying to regain his balance, he instinctually grabbed for something to hold and unfortunately dragged a person down with him with a yelp.
...So much for a prize.]
? Wildcard?
(((OOC: Wildcards are welcome! If you want to talk, I'm available at