Post by Taro Yamada on Mar 21, 2016 6:29:45 GMT -5
Taro watched as Ignia left the saloon one step at a time.
There was a reason for this meeting with Ignia, and it wasn't because he was infatuated with her. It was solely because of his plan that he has been working on since he first met the cast.
Once he finalized his other nine competitors, he picked Ignia for a very important portion of the plan. It was a perfect part for Ignia. She'll happily go along with it even if she doesn't know she is a part of the plan to begin with.
Nine competitors left. The majority of the nine of them has been placed in a very specific way. What Taro knows for a fact is that he has to talk with Mariko and Iocus left in order to finalize the preplanning before he could enact. Once all the pieces were on the chessboard, it was only waiting for an opening.
Congratulations Ignia, you are now at the center of a very important plan. A plan that will cement itself into the fabrics of all of their young minds. Be afraid. Be very very afraid. Taro, Monokuma and the other nine survivors. That makes 11. 11 is the number to fear.
From fairest creatures we desire increase
In the time of fire, will her life cease.
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow
Hunting the wild ends the marksman now.
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Feel the trick that all men pay with earnest.
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
A pitiful laugh to hell we shall soon send.
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
That we shall be board with nothing to maim.
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
Defending our rights and without a trace.
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Profiling our hearts, from day until night.
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Yet the blooming of spring, thou art now glee.
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
Or the end of running free grows nigh?
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Deny that the forest belongs to many.
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
Whereof directors daintly had fed best
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
The clock voices when the time will be mine.
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
Using your wits to understand lands far.
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck
But from the fists do I thy faces did struck
When I consider every thing that grows
Like the number that overpowers foes.
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Being the guard that she herself hath pay.
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
That I shall live where all others death shall become.
There was a reason for this meeting with Ignia, and it wasn't because he was infatuated with her. It was solely because of his plan that he has been working on since he first met the cast.
Once he finalized his other nine competitors, he picked Ignia for a very important portion of the plan. It was a perfect part for Ignia. She'll happily go along with it even if she doesn't know she is a part of the plan to begin with.
Nine competitors left. The majority of the nine of them has been placed in a very specific way. What Taro knows for a fact is that he has to talk with Mariko and Iocus left in order to finalize the preplanning before he could enact. Once all the pieces were on the chessboard, it was only waiting for an opening.
Congratulations Ignia, you are now at the center of a very important plan. A plan that will cement itself into the fabrics of all of their young minds. Be afraid. Be very very afraid. Taro, Monokuma and the other nine survivors. That makes 11. 11 is the number to fear.
From fairest creatures we desire increase
In the time of fire, will her life cease.
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow
Hunting the wild ends the marksman now.
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Feel the trick that all men pay with earnest.
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
A pitiful laugh to hell we shall soon send.
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
That we shall be board with nothing to maim.
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
Defending our rights and without a trace.
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Profiling our hearts, from day until night.
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Yet the blooming of spring, thou art now glee.
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
Or the end of running free grows nigh?
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Deny that the forest belongs to many.
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
Whereof directors daintly had fed best
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
The clock voices when the time will be mine.
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
Using your wits to understand lands far.
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck
But from the fists do I thy faces did struck
When I consider every thing that grows
Like the number that overpowers foes.
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Being the guard that she herself hath pay.
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
That I shall live where all others death shall become.
