Hack

chaos energy [ héloïse | asa | stella ]

The end of the day was nearing, and the Chaos Twins™ were taking to the streets doing… something. Whatever is was they were doing. No one really knew, but, as word does go around rather quickly in a place like this, who knew if it would be good or bad.

They were in the parking garage of all places, and Stella was up on who knows what, climbing the parts of the building slowly as Héloïse watched from below. The gymnast nearly scowled as her twin made a rather risky-looking jump across the concrete pillars.

“Sois plus prudent…”

Her arms were folded across her chest, fingers tapping away at her shoulders as she intently watched her sister. Among her holding her breath, she heard someone’s footsteps behind them, walking into the garage. At the sight of the turquoise-haired student, Héloïse squinted, but said nothing.

Stella’s tricks, however, take Asa out of their stupor, and they watch with an amazed expression.

“Oh wow!” They half-jog up to the twins. “That’s incredible!”

They’re easily impressed, yes, but it is pretty amazing to watch someone perform those feats.

#chaos energy #jd #jd ic #jd ch1 #heloise #stella #lex

when there's blood in the water | asa | ch1 start [open]

#haruna #jd ic #jd ch1 #jd #blood in the water

maho-shojo-haruna:

CW: cursing Haruna didn’t seem to notice Asa’s supposed arrogance. In fact, she only seemed to get more and more excited, wiggling her body like a puppy. If she had a tail, it would be wagging.

“That’s right! And the common people thank you for your service, or well, at least I do! It takes a lot of guts to stand against those motherf*ckers at the top! If there were more people like you, this world wouldn’t be such a sh*tty, sinful place.”

Wow, such harsh, brutal words from a girl with such a cute face, and while smiling so cheerfully, no less.

“Well, I can’t necessarily blame you. I don’t exactly look like the social justice type, but there’s a lot more to me than there seems. I take it meeting fans isn’t a common thing for you? I mean, I doubt you’d just be recognized walking down the street or something. I only figured it out because of your talent.”

It seemed, at least for the moment, Haruna forgot about her hope in Asa getting them out of there. No telling how long that will last, however.

“Yer right ‘bout that! Unfortunately, too many people in this world’re just selfish, too obsessed with their own gain t’ actually care ‘bout others. It suuucks.”

Just like Haruna, Asa keeps a smile on their face as they speak, despite the somber topic and the anger they have regarding it.

“Eh, I just shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Everyone’s got more to ‘em than they seem to.” They shrug. “An’, yeah, meetin’ people who know who I am is... not common. Obviously th’ legality a m’ talent is dubious at best, and there’re a lot a people who probably want t’ get some sort a revenge on me. Honestly, I’m only able t’ show m’ face with m’ talent ‘cause a th’ protection Hope’s Peak offers me. But I guess it does give me th’ opportunity t’ talk t’ fans! I just hope my head doesn’t get too big from it, ehehe.”

when there's blood in the water | asa | ch1 start [open]

#jd ic #jd ch1 #haruna #blood in the water #jd

maho-shojo-haruna:

If whatever Asa was doing was rude, Haruna didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she didn’t even seem to notice at all. She just continued smiling, like always.

She hadn’t even really considered to look at her own PDA, in fact, she still wasn’t sure. What if it, like, blew up or something? It would be just her ‘luck’ to get a rigged electronic.

Haruna just continued to watch Asa, mesmerized by how quickly their fingers were moving, but her body tensed up completely when they introduced themself to her.

“You…You’re Asa! I’ve heard of you! You’re incredible! Amazing! Inspiring!”

“I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, but of course, that’s the sort of thing that’s probably impossible to set up considering your line of expertise, but gosh, I’m so impressed! It’s just…It’s just such a shame we had to meet in a place like this, but…”

“Considering it’s you, I’m sure you’ll come up with some way to get us out of here!”

Haruna’s exclamation brings Asa’s attention away from the PDA. They seem a bit shocked that someone seems to think of them as incredible, amazing, and inspiring, never mind actually recognize who they are. That shock shows on their face for only a brief moment before they slap on a smile, feigning confidence in front of their fan.

“Yep, that’s me! Hacker extraordinaire! Fighter fer th’ common people!”

Nothing can be said about them being humble, though.

“T’ be honest, I’m a bit surprised a cute girl like you knows who I am, ehehe. ‘Though maybe that just shows I’m not always as open-minded as I like t’ think I am. It’s super awesome t’ meet a fan, though! Knowin’ I got fans an’ actually meetin’ one are, like, completely different experiences.”

They force themself to ignore the comment about finding away out of here. Sure, it was nice to hear someone actually have faith in them, but they knew they’d only end up letting her - and everyone - down in the end. There were somethings that were simply too much, even for Asa, and this situation was looking to be one of them.

when there's blood in the water | asa | ch1 start [open]

#jd #jd ic #haruna #blood in the water #jd ch1

maho-shojo-haruna:

Haruna still wasn’t in the best of moods, even after calming down a little bit, but she knew she couldn’t just stand around all day freaking out. She needed to take action. She looked around to see who else was still around, to find someone hastily tapping away at their brand new PDA.

That looked promising. It looked as though they really knew what they were doing on that thing.

“Hey, you there!” Haruna exclaimed and pointed at the person. “What are you doing on that thing?”

“Come across anything useful in there? Need any assistance? I may not look like it, but I’m pretty good when it comes to technology, myself. Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.”

Asa must have been fooling around on the device longer than they thought, for most of the class seemed to have wandered away at this point. Except whoever had called out to them, causing them to jump a bit before tearing their attention away from the PDA.

“I’m just... lookin’.”

A playful smirk spreads across their face as they continue to tap away at their PDA, despite holding a conversation with Haruna. Didn’t anyone ever tell them that’s rude?

“I appreciate th’ offer t’ help! If I find somethin’ I need t’ check, I’ll let ya know, but I think I got it handled fer right now? I’m not even checkin’ fer anythin’ in particular right now, just seein’ what this thing can do. I’m th’ SHSL Hacktivist, after all, technology is kinda my thing.”

#jd #jd ic #blood in the water #jd ch1

when there's blood in the water | asa | ch1 start [open]

Panic.

A feeling of absolute, overwhelming panic fills Asa’s entire being as they feel themself being grabbed, a cloth on their face. They try to fight, to lash out, to get away, but the grip is too strong and oh god this is really happening it’s finally happening

But when they wake up, the rest is not what they expect.

It takes a few seconds to click, but that strange bear’s appearance is familiar. Too familiar. Then they get it, merely moments before the bear explains it himself. A killing game, just like the one ten years ago. Wouldn’t the school have better protection over their students now? How could something like this happen again?

More importantly, that bear was so annoying.

“Ugh. This’s why I hate capitalism. Hey, Uncle-kuma! Why d'ya sound like a more annoyin’ version a m’ dad!”

They shout after the retreating bear, rolling their eyes. Once he was out of sight, however, Asa’s immediately pulling out their PDA, rapidly clicking through all the options. Maybe they could do something with this.

ch1 thread tracker

1. Haruna 2. Hideo [private] 3. Yata 4. Matsu 5. Héloïse + Stella

#i wanna thread w some new kids!!! hmu!#jd timeline #ooc #out of code

GAME Start pt. 7

Here is the list of areas that are currently explorable. All other areas are closed off with tall fences, and entirely obscured by fog. The only way to travel in-between most areas is to take the rail cars from area to area– it’s quite disorienting. There is a rail-car station in every main area of the map.

Agaria Gate Apartments:

-Lobby/Mail Room

-Wellness Center/Medical Office

-Recreation Center

-Trash Room (Locked)

-Cafeteria

-Storage (Locked)

(Floors 2-5 maps can be found in the Room Assignments post)

Keep reading

#jd #jd ch1 #jd maps

GAME Start pt. 6

The student apartment room number assignments are as follows:

Prince Noctem Abel Rose

Yeichi Nikuyoji

Rachele Giordani

Keiichi Kojima

Asa

Tomomi Sugawara

Megumi Hirase

Arisa Oshiro

Haruna Mifune

Kimiko Suguri

Héloïse Duval

Matsukaze Ito

Seishiro Kei

Yatagarasu

Alastor of the Nine Isles

Dororou Fufuto

Hideo Nakano

Mirai Saito

Yoshiko Maki

Stella Duval

Aina Senki

GAME Start pt. 5

“Now that all those pesky required rules are out of the way, it’s time to get down to brass tacks! No time for breaks or relaxation, even on the first day of the job! If you’re on my payroll, you better start acting like it. That’s how things work at my company!”

“As new hires, I need to make sure you bastards are cut from the right cloth for the job. We’re investing a lot of resources into you bastards, and I want to know if you’re worth it! Time is money, labor is cheap, and I’m not about to spend my hard-earned cheddar on safety regulations or air filtration for you entitled kids if you aren’t going to carry your weight and make it worth my investment! Take a deeeeeep breath, and smell the smog of hard-labor. Upupu, this air won’t be all clean and safe like you spoiled brats are used to– not until I see some productivity out of at least one of you!”

“If one of you bastards can step up and commit one teensy-weensy-widdle-murder, I’ll get right on making that air filter work again! Buuuut if this leak keeps happening, you might all just be smoked out of here by the end of the week! Like someone’s smoked salmon roll leftovers from two weeks ago!”

“Now, get to work, chop-chop! Time’s a-wastin’ and I’m not getting any younger! And remember- smile, you’re on camera!”

With that, the bear twirled on his heels and stormed off– leaving the 21 students on the ground out front of the Agaria Gate Apartments. Had they heard him right? They had to kill each other to earn the right to freedom? They had to kill to even earn the right to fresh air? Just where were they?

Wherever it was, they were now left to their own devices to work it out.

GAME Start pt. 4

“But look at me, rattling on and on like some sort of preacher, upupu. I haven’t even filled you bastards in on all of the rules and regulations in our facility! Well, open those ears wide and listen good, because once I say all this mumbo-jumbo, I won’t repeat myself for you entitled kids! You’ll hafta do your own reading from here on out!”

“Everyone welcome to the work force, your newest coworker; the Rules!

No sleeping outside of the apartment building

Destruction of certain items or city property may result in punishment

Tampering with or destruction of worker bots or building electronics is strictly prohibited

Kill or be killed, and don’t get caught

Any questions? Too bad! Moving on!”

“You heard right! You lucky bastards are even going to be provided with room and board, that’s on company dollar, on top of us feeding you and providing you with those fancy, newfangled PDAs you’ve got there! You’d better treat them with more respect than you bastards show your elders, or you’ll be sorry!”

True to his word, many of the students pat their pockets, check their purses, or otherwise examine their person and find a room key and a PDA that have been safely left with them. The PDAs are simple in build, with a tiny microchip shape embedded into the backside, and each key is labeled with a clear engraving of a room number. If this is a dream, it is a disturbingly detailed one.

GAME Start pt. 3

“What’s with all those blank, horrified stares? When I was your age, when we were told to jump, we wouldn’t ask ‘how high,’ we’d just do it! It looks like you kids need everything spelled out for you!”

“Fine, I’ll introduce myself first like the polite adult I am, so maybe you kids can learn a thing or two. I am Karōshi-kuma, and I’m your boss, overseer, supervisor, judge, jury, and executioner for as long as you’re working for me here in the darling city, Jokiku District. Which is to say, I’m your boss forever! And no Uncle-kuma, even on business-getaways, got it?”

The bear carried on with his spiel, oblivious to any outcries or protests that were sounded until now.

“Upupu, you might be asking yourself, ‘I never applied to any sorta job like this, how did I end up here?’ Well, you whippersnappers should count yourself lucky to be handed a job, no questions asked! You know, when I was your age, I didn’t have it half as good! A real workaholic on overtime, scraping by with a tuna a week. A week! Now I see you cubs, fresh as the dickens and set up with job right out of high school, eh? You don’t know how good you have it! I expect you to show some appreciation and work hard for that! Because, if you want to move up in the world and get yourselves out of this daily grind of employment, you lazy bastards are gonna have to earn yourselves a promotion!”

“And a promotion in this competitive job market is gonna take some dedication, planning, and good old-fashioned elbow grease! You know the easiest way to win in a competitive market like this? Thin out the competitors, of course! If you show some initiative, roll up those sleeves, and slaughter a classmate or two, it’ll really give you that competitive edge against the others! That’s right! You want that promotion out of here? You’ll have to fight tooth and nail, and you’ll have to kill for it!”

GAME Start pt. 2

The first sensation to reach you, following the blackout, is the vague, hazy scent of smoke. Your senses slowly begin to regain their bearings as the sharp, sickly sweet aroma clouds to a heavy smog filling your lungs. The hacking cough you take to shake the viscous gas from your lungs wakes you up.

Next, you become aware of the hard, warm, and porous sensation of concrete beneath you as your focus shifts to an awareness of your own weight on the ground.

The sounds around you feel vague and far-away; a hissing sound, the buzz of incandescent lights, the hum of a ventilation system, and the nearby sounds of breathing and stirring. You aren’t alone– that’s as far as that observation serves you.

Finally, your consciousness returns enough to allow your eyes to open and your body to sit up from its prone state. All around you are buildings– most of them appear to be in states of ruin. Once, perhaps, they could have been apartments, offices, or storefronts. At least, you could garner as much from the now decrepit skeletal frame of the skyscrapers looming above. You see the slowly waking bodies of many of your classmates around you– all of them taking in the confusing and disturbing imagery in the same manner that you yourself are.

Eventually, your attention falls upon one of the few buildings nearby that hasn’t been destroyed– a tall structure that looked almost as if it had been constructed of building blocks arranged by a toddler. A single sturdy structure in the middle is offset with various cube shapes jutting out at regular intervals on each face of the building. A rusted sign out front reads “Agaria Gate Apartments” but gives little other indication of just where you are. A large timer can be seen on display near the skyline– slowly, surely counting down from a fairly large number. It has no clear purpose, but the countdown itself is ominous enough to leave your skin crawling.

A glance to the sky above is of no use– as you quickly realize there is no sky to be seen. Between the darkness above and the vague smog that lingered like clouds overhead, little could be discerned about this location.

And you don’t get another moment to look around, as the sound of approaching footsteps breaks you out of your own dazed thoughts; the patter of cotton steps against moist concrete.

Looking toward the sound, you are met with an unusual– and to many, disturbing bizzare– sight.

A toy. A stuffed bear donned with thickly rimmed glasses and a receding hairline.

Before anyone could react, the purple bear spoke up in a grating voice.

“Hey, Hey! What are you, a sloth? Who said you could sleep on the job!? First day with the company, and you’re already a waste of resources, you disappointment! We’ll have to tighten up the screws in that work ethic of yours!”

GAME Start Pt. 1

In the days winding down from the extravagant and eventful orientation, the students of the 94th class take their time to adjust to splendid school atmosphere that would be theirs for the next three years. The repetitive motion of unpacking was, for the most part, menial, with many of their belongings remaining boxed up and forgotten. In the wake of the quickly-developing friendships, or blooming rivalries, that presented themselves, who would find time for something so painfully average in such a spectacularly extraordinary environment?

Preparatory reading, school work, and the readying of school supplies even fell aside for some, as the prospect of a break to explore the extensive facilities Hope’s Peak has to offer proved to be a much greater temptation. The freedom to see what the greatest academic institute in Japan had to offer without restrictions comes late one evening with a simple thought.

As the final afternoon of syllabus week fades to the sound of crickets, the reality sets in– classes will be starting tomorrow. Your life in Hope’s Peak Academy, for better or worse, alongside your classmates, will soon fall into a cycle of classes and studying until your ultimate graduation into a life greatness and prosperity. That was what Hope’s Peak promised.

The sun dips below the horizon, filling the hallways of the academy in darkness as its inhabitants prepare to settle in for the evening. The echo of your footsteps are the only sound to be heard in the hallway with each stride, as the rest of your class has presumably turned in for the night. Hall lights dip in and out of obscurity as you round labyrinthine corners, watching on like observers to lab rats. As a student of Hope’s Peak, it’s almost as if all eyes are upon you, even in these moments of solitude. The pressure of that success and fame sits upon your shoulders, whether you acknowledge it or not. This is truly what it means to be watched.

Or, perhaps, there is another reason you feel this pressure so suddenly. Lost in your own musings, you hardly realized the extra sounds that now filled the hallway. The reverb of your steps, like an echo after yours, an extra thump moments after yours. Before you could turn to discern the source of the extra footsteps that had suddenly joined yours, the sensation of being grabbed from behind and a cloth being pressed over your mouth overtakes you.

A sharp, sickly sweet smell tears through your nostrils.

After a brief, sharp pain in your sinuses, the world around you goes black.

Meteor Shower Spectacle | Tomomi | Asa

#jd #jd ic #jd prologue #tomomi #meteor shower spectacle

dsceyencefiction:

Tomomi rocked on their heels as they prepared their next response. They weren’t in a rush either, but they wanted to illustrate their point with their gestures. They stumbled about in place as they spoke, though maintained balance.

“Indeed! I am sure that if I performed that activity called ‘sleep’ and used a 'bed’ device, I would most assuredly stumble and fall flat onto the floor upon my awakening! It would be quite the spectacle, ahaha!”

They nodded along with Asa’s comment about actual technical difficulties. How relatable!

“Ohhh, I see! Then you don’t need me to tell you how fickle those darn containers of code can be on a frequent basis! One stray symbol sends the whole station falling down, down, in the most unexpected of ways! I suppose, despite the frustration, it is interesting to see how such constructions break down…And although the caution required is immense and intense, the inevitable thrill from accomplishing your goal, from seeing it all fit together where it belongs…That thrill, which occurs from each and every iteration and yet remains as fresh as the last one, must undoubtedly bring one’s emotional ports to quinduple digits! My hearts are just pounding at the elicitation of the thought!”

“I believe that example counts, certainly! The neurons and synapses and other thingamabob brain bits just don’t fire off the way they should. They turn, and grasp the world in their clawing, grasping, writhing threaded appendages of unseeable extraterrestrial force. Drain, drain, drain away the planet’s energy…At least, that is one example, anyway. I should not assume such is the same for you, aha…Thank you for providing an anecdote, nonetheless! May I perhaps know the name of my source-giver for future citation?”

Asa’s eyes follow Tomomi’s movements, but other than that, they themself remain still.

“Yer right ‘bout that. Code is fickle, and th’ smallest typo can definitely wreak chaos on th’ whole system. But yer also right ‘bout it bein’ worth it.”

A smile plays across their features, sharp and mischievous.

“It’s especially worth it fer me considerin’ what I do with it. Findin’ all th’ nasty secrets those corporations have hidden, all the terrible things th’ businessmen who run ‘em have done... and then exposin’ them. That’s th’ real outcome here, the real excitement.”

They laugh, narrowing their eyes as their smile widens. They’re proud of their achievements, and it shows.

“Yeah, that sounds like a pretty accurate description. An’ my name’s Asa. I’m th’ SHSL Hacktivist.”

Cotton Stuffing>Yeichi>Open

#asa STOP #jd ic #jd prologue #jd #yeichi #cotton stuffing

cho-ko-ko-kyu-no-zeikin:

“Oh, it’s not…”

…

The trail of words stumbling from the lips of a deflating taxidermist, like a fart sputtering in its death rattle, Yeichi quickly fell silent over the now obvious blunder.

A widening glance shot off, darting in any direction other than the person before them, and a drawn out breath through pursed lips only drew more attention to the awkward situation the taxidermist had painted himself in. Yeichi was entirely convinced that nu-wave teen lingo gave some sort of caustic play on words that would have made his previous statement “camaraderie in jest”. He was certain he read something about this in a magazine or maybe a paper some time or another; first impressions were to impress, and according to the shounen strip, rude, confident boys made more friends for some reason, apparently…

The awkward silence was quickly cut with a sharp exclamation after a painful ten minutes of Yeichi trying to rack his brain for a haughty response.

“-I-It’s true! Organs always reek whether they’re fresh or not. And yours probably do too! Here- I can prove it-”

Almost lunging towards the other, sweating profusely and wild eyed in his quest to impress this complete stranger for no real personal reasons other than at the behest of a magazine manga block, the taxidermist had a brief moment to restrain himself from ‘proving his statements true’ and take a step back.

“-B-but I won’t… if you tell me your name- oh, and talent. Everyone here has one.”

Swiping away loose strands from his forehead, Yeichi quickly stiffened back up with a deep breath. The awkward composure lost in his frenzy back, the taxidermist offered a meek smile and outstretched hand as if his statements were not threatening for the other.

Ohh, this was a fun one! Asa hadn’t even been trying to get him worked up, and he was already acting like this. How far would his reactions go? How far could Asa push him?

“Oh? And how d’ya plan on doin’ that, bad boy?”

They laugh, standing their ground as Yeichi lurches forward. They don’t seem at all affected by the kind of threat. In fact, they’re quite amused by this boy’s behavior. Self preservation be damned, this was interesting.

“Aww, I’m havin’ so much fun, though! Why would I stop that by tellin’ ya somethin’ silly like my name?”

Another laugh falls from their lips, albeit this one was closer to something like a manic giggle. They do, however, take Yeichi’s hand with a surprisingly strong grip, and make an attempt to pull him closer.

“I much prefer th’ way th’ conversation was goin’ before all a these pleasantries. But... I guess if ya tell me yers, I’ll tell ya mine.”

Meteor Shower Spectacle | Tomomi | Asa