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KYOKO KIRIGIRI ✦ DANGAN RONPA
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Amethyst

"You've got that wrong. This number, that is."

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[freshprints]

I'm running an experiment, and you're nosy. It's a given that you would try to find a way to watch somehow.

[She lets him go, however, trusting him to keep from biasing her test while she turns her attention to the rest of the room. Five hidden things, or six if you count the one she'd been given before. More likely than not he's lying, by giving her a concrete number to try to ferret out. She'll just have to be thorough, and focus on going through the room with a fine-toothed comb, rather than just trying to find the number he'd told her before concluding her work was done.

Carefully, she sets her own stone down near Kakyoin's feet — someplace where she can keep track of where it is, without risking overlap with another hidden one — and starts moving slowly through the room, looking for any sense of the same unsettling feeling she gets when Hierophant manifests and moves around.

Near a stack of books on one of the end tables, she slows. Something doesn't feel quite right...but is it psychosomatic, or the real thing? She moves a few steps away and back again — no, there's something, she decides. It feels that way.]

Near the stacked books on the table.

[hierophany]

Yeah. It's in that area. You seem to be able to touch him, so you'll probably be able to feel it if you reach for it.

[ The window isn't particularly interesting, but it's good to have an idea of the places she can see from here. If he wants to leave something where he knows she'll have to take note of it, there's a bench he can use to measure the exact centre of the visible area.

...so maybe he's kind of a creep. And nosy. It's not like she has any space to complain. ]

[freshprints]

[She nods even though she knows he won't see it, reaching for the tabletop and feeling around until she finds an odd invisible mass that doesn't quite belong. It's about the same size as the other one, she notes, and clasps it in her gloved palm before bringing it back over to sit next to the other one near Kakyoin's feet.

Then she's off again, back to moving through the room at that slow pace once more. Trying not to think about where Hierophant might have hid them, or where it would be likely to hide them, but —

...A distraction. That's it. She needs a distraction.]

Make me answer questions for you. I'm thinking too much.

[hierophany]

[ He considers trivia questions, but she'd almost certainly be able to answer them faster than he could come up with them. ]

Mm. Your friend. The other guy who decided to try out a career as a bangle. Do you know what his gem is, and if it's the same as yours?

I won't ask anything else about him, but I had a hypothesis I wanted to test

[freshprints]

No. He's a ruby — I saw him breathe fire once.

[Yes; that helps a little. She's doing less calculating with her attention split, which means she notices it more when that uneasy feeling twinges near the sofa cushions, and she's able to go digging around until she retrieves another of the hidden emeralds.]

I'm an amethyst. It came in handy in the crater where we met.

[hierophany]

Ah. That's no use, then. I don't know any amethyst stand users, not off the top of my head.

[ Hierophant has at least been careful to hide the gems in distinct parts of the room. There's no two overlapping enough to cause confusion. ]

After people's reposts about certain gems being more sensitive to the different ghosts, I was wondering if someone who couldn't use a stand would be sensitive to the stands of those who share a gem. I suppose that's still up in the air until I find a different test subject.

[freshprints]

I'm sorry to have disappointed you.

[She says, not sounding sorry at all. She keeps moving on through the room, pointedly avoiding the table with the chocolate boxes as she progresses on toward the entrance to the kitchen.]

I have an acquaintance who is probably trustworthy enough to act as your subject. She's related to one of my classmates, and an emerald.

[...]

One of the dead ones.

[hierophany]

I'll be honest, I'm more relieved that you don't breathe fire than I am disappointed about anything.

[ There's a rock in the sink. Another in the cupboards, between two bags of coffee beans. There isn't a rock in the fridge, but it has been rearranged to put the foods that are vaguely approaching being not-junk at the front. ]

That would be useful. I'd rather not go around telling everyone about him, but if you're willing to call someone trustworthy I'd believe you. You're probably more stringent about it than I am.

[freshprints]

Why would it be such a bad thing if I could breathe fire? I can do plenty of other things with the abilities I currently have.

[Hierophant-kun, your dedication to promoting her future good health is admirable.]

I did say "probably trustworthy". I think she's obligated to do what I tell her to, on some level — I'm fairly certain she's from my future, and that I'm her superior in some capacity.