Danganronpa: String Theory (DrV3)

4.10 - Tuning Session

A/N: Thank you for your patience! ;w;

Finally I've got a fresh baked chappy for you guys straight out of the oven!

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"Oh my god, are you alright?! Prairie?! Your eyes are rolling back, but is that out of joy or are you fainting?!"

It takes a second for me to register the pattern of the ceiling to Miu's lab and another for me to feel the numbness of my fingertips fade away. I flex them experimentally and allow my vision to focus.

My arm is no longer attached to the charging station, and instead lays beside me from where I'm laid out on the floor flat on my back. Nothing really hurts, save for a lingering pulsing ache in my ears and the space between my eyes.

As my eyes meet the frantic cyan irises of Kiibo, he relaxes and blows out a breath of relief...

Or well, he makes the sound of sighing. No real air actually comes out from what I can feel from our position on the ground with him leaning over my face. I suppose the sounds he makes comes from an electronic speaker in his throat and the resulting noises are the mimicry of human speech and mannerisms. I guess even the unholy sounds he was making moments before...could possibly be replicated by a talented enough person.

Perhaps by a person trying to cheese out of a promise made to an unfairly eyelash-blessed friend.

I mean...if I could copy the sound Kiibo made and "pretend" to sing for Rantaro, maybe he'll say "oh god no" and he'll just bake with me without my performance!

I just need to wear earplugs while I do it. And make sure my hair hides the fact I'm wearing them...

"You're okay, right? Did that machine do something to you? I noticed you fainted sometime during my singing showcase!" Kiibo says, making me look up at the machine I'm no longer attached to. It took thirteen minutes to charge my watch...

Bringing my wrist with the watch up to make sure I'm not making any crazy assumptions, I can see it's got a one hundred percent battery now. So what Kiibo's basically saying is that not only did he fail to hear my screams for mercy, but he also didn't notice I fainted almost ten minutes ago.

Amazing.

"Oh, a machine definitely did something. Wasn't that machine, but it was a machine," I say as pointedly as I can. "Can you actually hear yourself when you're singing?"

"Of course I can! How else do you think I can sing with such a steady control?" Kiibo retorts defensively with a suspicious look at me. "Are you implying something robophobic?"

"I'm not implying anything robophobic, I'm just saying you can't sing. Like at all. Do you know what a dying whale with a smoking problem on a broken microphone near it's speaker at max volume sounds like?" I ask as I stand up, using Kiibo to steady myself when he offers his hand despite his visibly perturbed expression.

"A dying what?! N-No!" Kiibo stammers, his tone becoming worked up the more I speak.

"Well, neither did I until now," I say plainly as I dust off my behind and fix my hair so it looks...less of a mess. Not that it's ever all that nicely put together- the curls tend to get frizzy and messy as the day progresses. With the snowfall going on "outside" in the courtyard, it's likely to get messier with the snow that melts on my head daily...

"Alright, so you just don't know enough about how to use your voice for singing yet, so teaching you how to identify notes and maybe some styles on how to manipulate your voice better should be easy enough. I'm going to go through a scale first, okay? Let me just check Miu's things to see if she has something we can use so you can hear how you-" I start, only for Kiibo to suddenly stomp a foot in objection. I jump just as I pick up something that looks like a ray gun with a screen attached to the top part of the device.