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“ what are YOU looking at? “
particularly prickly words in the conclusion of her having viciously KICKED some random man in the street who had been making advances at her. how quickly his tune turned -- calling her fake, saying she was NOTHING without the glitz -- it was so boring. so predictable.
just like it was predictable that it would GARNER attention of sorts. when she had locked eyes with someone who she was not even CERTAIN was watching her. today’s one of her NEEDY days -- a need to stir chaos.
“ he was a TOTAL perv. he like sooo deserved it! “
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“ look! we do totes make a good team. we SO should go get something to eat after this to celebrate!”
such bubbly words escape kuma’s mouth as she watches the shadow they had just beaten fade away into nothingness. such a MEASLY thing, so easy to beat without ever revealing the OTHER abilities she houses in the metaverse. after all, her proclivity for despair inducing attacks may raise some questions.
her fans are still in her hands as she turns to face hikaru with that bright smile, as if she never ONCE has thought about how he never seems to trust her.
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electricea:
“…Yeah, I guess I can understand that. Sounds like you were one of the lucky ones,”
Disappointment flashed across his face for the briefest of moments, before he shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. She had a good point - some people were just more gifted than others. Besides, he had his own talents that he could focus on.
“…Uh, I guess that depends,” He admits, sheepishly. “Depends on if you like sports or not. I’m not too bad at running and I’m even okay at soccer,”
“I know not everyone likes sports though,” He chuckled nervously. “But I’ve always liked ‘em - it’s kind of been my thing, actually.”
“ hey, hey -- there is NOTHING wrong with sports. as long as like... you aren’t like a TOTAL idiot. i mean, jeez, don’t let them rot your brain, you know?”
that is a CONFLICTING message for sure. but she is listening to what he says. what a bore, like he’s ASHAMED of his skills. she’s seen it time and time again -- and this wouldn’t be the last time she’s heard it. either way, the fashionista gives a little shrug before she speaks again.
“ like, in my class? we have the ultimate baseball player. but like -- he’s a TOTAL tool. so dumb, acting like he doesn’t even care about his talent. or... the class above mine? there’s a swordswoman but she’s soooo cold, like it’s all she cares about. “
a little roll of her eyes and she’s grinning at him again. when she speaks next, her voice is smooth and bubbly.
“ but as long as you aren’t like that? hell yeah. do your sports. why the hell not?”
the-taboo-king:
The moment Junko nods, agreeing to his request, the breeder turns away from her. Perhaps he is too quick to flee this conversation but his defensive instincts have kicked in and he needs to keep this most destructive of his weaknesses hidden. He strides over to the blinds as Junko speaks, the breeder listening to her movements. He wonders if perhaps she has noticed his slight shift in behaviour. If she has she isn’t saying anything. It is comforting and he relaxes once more, hoping that he has averted the possible disaster his unbandaged arm presents.
Gundham pulls open the fist set of light blocking curtains, welcoming the afternoon sun back into his chambers. He moves onto the next, revealing the small balcony that is attached to his dorm rooms. He then moves into the small kitchen, hands grabbing the heavy black cloth that hangs over the small window as Junko makes an inquiry about his work. He pauses, turning to glance back at her. She continues in her task, putting out and collecting those candles, and for a moment he wonders if she is somehow aware of his history with Grizna. She couldn’t be. He has only revealed this tale to a select few. It is just strange that she would pick the lovable and cuddly bear out of all the great beasts in his service.
“I have indeed,” he says, turning his attention back to the curtains. “In fact, our first meeting was marked by an altercation. A fearsome battle it was and the closest I have come to death for he landed a mighty blow upon my back that still mars my skin to this day.”
Dramatic words as he opens those curtains with an eccentric tug. The truth of the tale us not as dramatic as his words make it sound. Grizna had been injured and he lashed out in fear, clawing Gundham down his back and around his side. A vicious wound that left him in the hospital for months. Still, he gained a stalwart companion out of it so he is quite happy with the event.
“And I would suggest none face a wild beast unless you are prepared for the consequences,” he adds, striding towards the bathroom. “They are formidable and will kill without a thought.”
oh she NOTICES -- the demeanor change is so blatantly obvious in the eyes of this darkness, no matter how she plays it off. plans upon plans formulating in her mind, junko knows that while it MAY grow boring in parts, the inevitable CRACK, the prodding at these wounds, reaffirming his DARKEST desires -- it will be worth it. never the most patient, but forcing herself to WAIT brings with it that rush of despair, a reminder of how CRUEL she is -- a curse to this world. a curse to HIM.
still, she listens as he speaks -- as he DRAMATICALLY recounts his encounter with grizna. something she should NEVER know, and yet... she is so intimately aware of the fact that it put him in the hospital for months. she has her WAYS of knowledge, but she will continue to play dumb.
“ yowch, that sure sounds painful! guess i should count myself lucky that you’re still here then! it would have TOTES been a shame if i never got to meet you! that aaaand at least the story has a happy ending. overcoming those barriers to become such great companions. wow!”
bubbly words that make her sick. she doesn’t LIKE happy endings. the type of girl who never liked the end of movies where the hero wins in the end, the type to LAUGH at all the wrong parts, to find carnal pleasure in the sufferings of others. seeing him clawed up like that in the hospital would have made her SMILE more than it would have made her want to cry. regardless of how much she might LIKE him. it’s just who she was.
but then there are those words of wild beasts -- as he strides away. and for a moment, her smile darkens, all SORTS of thoughts in her mind. poor unfortunate soul, she KNOWS one day he will be one of those, a beast tamed by her, killing for her. so long as things go to plan. but then she shudders, arms wrapping around herself.
“ yeah, no -- i’ll definitely be staying away from WILD beasts. i may be like suuuper bored a lot of the time, but i’m definitely not ready to die! think i’ll just stick to meeting your companions instead!”
woerended:
Shit, shit. There wasn’t exactly any hiding he could do at this point, was there…? She’d seen it, clearly. Even if he were to feign ignorance now, it’s not exactly like it would be hard to simply turn his wrist up and catch an easy glimpse. He swallows dryly, his gaze a bit avoidant as her words burn the tips of his ears.
“I…I shouldn’t, uhm…” Shouldn’t talk about it. But that’s easy for him to say. He knows why he thinks it’s a bad idea to bring up. She doesn’t. It would be bad if this gets around, somehow.
“I-…I guess I can tell you, but…” He looks around cautiously. “M-Maybe not…here…if that’s okay.”
well that makes things FAR more interesting -- there are things for her to learn here, and they are things even SHE knows nothing about. that thud in her chest does not die, excitement for ONCE -- a rush she knows will only lead to more despair. but there IS one thing she knows: regardless of what he says, she WILL find out. either by playing nice or by FORCING it out. she’s a flexible girl, she’s got her methods.
staring at him with those wide blue eyes, they brighten when he says he will tell her. sitting up straighter in her seat, she gives a big nod, that grin stretching across her features.
“ oh! oh... okay! maybe we can get this to go then! my dorm at the school is like TOTES secretive, no one will hear you there. “
in another tone that could DEFINITELY be a threat. but here it is spoken so cheerfully that it would be hard to notice.
the-taboo-king:
Gundham hums at her response, eyes drifting towards her body as she makes a suggestive comment. He doesn’t doubt her. She could absolutely show him a few things he’d enjoy. He already likes what he sees, but there is a concern here that she’s flaunting the honey that sits in the middle of a trap. A concern that she wants to use him for some purpose, either for her own thrills or to fulfil that bad boy redemption fantasy some of the girl that have been interested in him have. If she is actually making an offer, he’d prefer to just be a hook up. Anymore than that and there is the threat that she’ll start trying to control him, an existence the delinquent does not want to live.
Another drag on his cigarette as he waits for Junko’s response to his somewhat paranoid question. Eyes watch her carefully and the delinquent wonders if she’s trying to figure out what lie she is going to tell. It doesn’t take her long to answer. A nearly invisible eyebrow rises with these words, teasing in a way as she points out his wary nature. He does snort when she says that he is neat, the innocent sounding word feeling a bit out of place in relation to him and coming from a woman like her, who keeps flirting with him. She does it again, causing a smirk to spread across his lips.
“Hunky, huh?” he comments, his own arms moving to cross over his chest, the cigarette dangling from his fingers.
He’s still smirking as she continues, giving him the truth of why she has sought him out. Guess he was correct about her wanting the thrill of hanging out with the bad boy. Or at least using him to find some new and exciting thing to do. At least she has a decent reason for this search. Gundham can imagine making poses in front of a camera for shallow assholes who want to control your image would get boring pretty quickly.
“Hmm … I could offer you a … thrilling package, or even a few different methods for finding that high,” he says, toying with the butt of his cig as he considers this. “But I gotta wonder, what’s in it for me? Got something to bring to the table, sugar tits?”
Gundham may be all about sowing chaos and going against societal norms but he isn’t going to offer his services for free. She wants to chase some thills with him she’ll have to pay for it. Doesn’t have to be money. Gundham refuses to use money and contribute to the economy that shackles humanity into that hypnotic state of buy and sell. He prefers deeds or acts as a form of currency. A bit of ‘I scratch your back and you scratch mine.’
“ a thrilling PACKAGE? i’m sure you COULD! “
suggestive words are the first thing to slip from cherry lips -- seductive in tone before a little LAUGH escpaes her lips. he truly does make it very EASY to play that role, but she knows what he means. finding highs, a dwindling number of such things in this world that she will SOON be without. junko enoshima chased those highs to crush them to the ground, to go back to being so UTTERLY bored in the face of whatever else the world might offer her.
even this, the thrill of chasing the bad boy will die quickly enough. she knows it. but even if it DOES she won’t stop. she has a MISSION after all, and it is one she WILL accomplish. an analyst mind sees it laid out all so CLEARLY before her. he will be PLAYED like a fiddle.
“ okay buuuuut seriously -- what’s in it for you? the company of moi! that ain’t enough? then... how about the TOTES huge scandal of someone like me being seen with you, that’ll cause some anarchy for SURE. or i mean, i guuuuess i could bring something else to the table. like drugs, or some shit. you know how EASY it is for a model to get those? it’s shocking!”
a rambling perhaps, but all spoken in a BUBBLY tone -- still etched with that excitement as she lays out all she can offer him. she can GUESS what he wants. more chaos, something to feed this DELINQUIENT nature. but then she is still getting a feel for him, still watching and analyzing every little thing he does.
and SO, those basic offers are not enough! she needs to examine more, to see what kind of things excite him. so that innocuous grin shifts to something more akin to a SMIRK as she leans forward, affording him a view.
“ or i mean, i could bring THESE to the table too. since they so OBVIOUSLY caught your attention. they are pretty SWEET like sugar. “
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“Man, could you teach me how to be good at it too..? I could really use that!”
Time management had never been one of his stronger suits - there was always so much to do and the days went by way too quickly. He had no idea how she made it work but she clearly seemed to be doing something right, so maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to follow suit!
“Pompeii, huh…? That must’ve been amazing!”
He could only dream of visiting so many amazing places - she must have had so much fun on her travels - or at least, he hoped she did!
“Sorry if I’m pestering you with all these questions,” He smiled guiltily, running a hand through his hair. “I just think this is all really interesting,”
“ soooorry, i don’t think it’s something i can just TEACH, y’know? just gotta be born with it. “
and for ONCE she means it, she WAS born with this. when you have perfect analytical skills, you learn so QUICKLY -- so much faster than anyone would ever expect. and it just makes everything so dreadfully easy to balance. after all, she balances all of this on TOP of planning the end of the world. she HAS no limits.
however, a light laugh does leave her with his apology. as if she MINDS talking about herself -- she could go on for hours, even if it bored her. she’s gotten GOOD at playing these games.
“ i mean, i can’t blame you for that. but c’mon, there’s gotta be things you do that are totes interesting too, right? like -- everyone has something they’re good at. “
woerended:
It’s definitely a very kind offer, much more generous than he’s used to. In a way, he always feels fairly guilty accepting things like that - doesn’t necessarily think he deserves the courtesy. On the other hand, as she said, it doesn’t seem to be much of an inconvenience to her at all - at least monetarily - and that’s usually what tends to worry him most about people making offers like this. He swallows slightly, offers a smile which shows his gratitude rather plainly on his face.
“That’s…wow, thank you. I really appreciate that.” He maintains eye contact while he speaks, but afterward quickly scans the menu he has. When he’s decided, he still makes his choice relatively modest - pricing wise - doesn’t want to seem like he’s high maintenance. It’s a perfectly average piece of cake, and it’s definitely something that catches his eye while he’s skimming.
“Is…this alright, then?” He blinks, allows his nail to trace the page and point it out. Of course, it’s just his luck that as he does so, the corner of the paper catches his skin in just the wrong way. Papercut, ouch. Reflexively he lets out the tiniest hiss, turns his finger toward himself to see the cut.
Drip of purple rolls out of him, and then he realizes – oh shit. Wait. That probably isn’t such a good thing for people to see. Worriedly, hurriedly, he withdraws his arm, puts his finger in a napkin, hoping she hadn’t seen.
“W-Woops, sorry about that. Must’ve gotten a small papercut.”
she is ABOUT to wave off whatever he was showing her. really, she doesn’t CARE what he gets -- this is all about toying with him. and yet her response is cut off with the way he pulls back, the HISS of pain. a papercut? crystalline hues shift to look at the damage, almost HUNGRILY searching for him to be bleeding. way too into seeing people suffer.
but what she sees? for ONCE it is something unexpected, something that causes her heart to THUD in her chest for a reason besides despair. because while he IS bleeding -- it is PURPLE. purple blood. her eyes widen, blinking as she QUESTIONS what she’s seeing -- but his REACTION all but proves this to be reality. she is quiet for a moment, staring at him with those wide eyes. a REAL reaction, such an UNUSUAL thing, something she could have NEVER predicted. in fact, his words don’t even register.
“ holy SHIT. “
that is all she manages to get out in a shocked tone, before she’s suddenly leaning across the table. tempted to snatch his hand and take another look but instead, she settles on WHISPERING her shock.
“ that was PURPLE, your blood was PURPLE. how the fuck? “
now what we’re TAKING control we get what we WANT — we do what you DON’T dirt and GLITTER cover the floor we’re pretty and SICK —- we’re young and we’re BORED it’s time to LOSE your mind —- and let the CRAZY out This place’s about to BLOW !!
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Junko’s words leave him with two mysteries and some warmth in his chest. She again seems so pleased to have this promise of spending more time with him, like it is exactly what she wants to do. But then, as she agrees to move onto caring for their injuries, she starts to talk about her manager. There is a hint in her words, a suggestion that she has old injuries elsewhere on her form. Scars that could indicate all manner of things. But he can’t imagine she does. Not only is she a model but Junko’s skin, at least the parts he can see, always appears so perfect.
The second mystery is how her words cut off and her gaze lowers. While he ponders what she was about to say the breeder realises that she is staring at his hand, the hand and arm covered in a mosaic of scars. He tenses, jaw tightening and breath hitching in his throat. She asks her question and he begins to breathe again, the breeder finding some relief that she has only noticed the scars caused by his animals.
“Ah, yes,” he starts, pulling his hand away once she releases it. He shifts some, moving so he is hiding the limb against his body, the breeder suddenly quite conscious about how visible his marks are. “Many of the beasts within my service are vicious creatures. Often, I will be forced into combat to once again assert my rule over them. Such conflicts leave their mark, but they are symbols of my victory!”
Gundham inserts that arrogance into his tone with such ease, using it to hide the nerves that have risen. He needs to cover up the limb quickly before she gets a chance to look at it closely. Gundham does not what her to see the smaller, more controlled marks that could only have been made by a steady human hand.
“Now, let us close up the ritual,” he continues, rising to his feet. “While I open the curtains would you assist by blowing out the candles?”
oh she NOTICED those other marks, those precise things -- so RECOGNIZABLE even in this darkness. even before he begins to spew his narrative in regards to his need to sometimes combat his beasts, she sees SO MUCH between the words. the tightening of his jaw, the way he hides his arm the moment he has the chance to. she had not INTENDED on finding one of his weaknesses today, and she certainly has no intention of bringing it up NOW.
no, instead she will hold onto that information and pay CLOSE attention to him. figure out a MOMENT of vulnerability to strike. if he is so TOUCHY about them, they must still occur -- and she INTENDS to arrive when he has a blade in his hand. to EXPOSE his shame to her in the most dangerous of ways. it is a PART of her game, and one that is NOT surprising in the slightest to her. she already knew he was SUFFERING. but what he does not know is just how much she will RELISH this suffering eventually.
for now though, she gives a NOD with the rest of his words -- noting how quick he is to FLEE, to have her attention elsewhere. there is nothing here FOOLING her.
“ right, right -- that’s easy enough! “
cheerful words, so good at hiding the DARKNESS within -- the PLOTTING in her mind. keep her innocent in her boredom, he won’t know how DEEP it runs until it is far too late. but even NOW it is too late. for how much a BLOOD bond means to him. nonetheless, she rises as well. moving outside of the circle to bend over and blow out those candles as she was asked. moving around, she picks them up as they are blown out -- the slight smell of smoke so INVITING.
“ forced into combat... so like, you’ve fought your bear before? that sounds like way terrifying. actually, fighting any animal seems like a reaaaally scary thought. “
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The fall school festival had went just as well as she’d hoped. Sure, she would have preferred to actually perform for her classmates rather than do a fashion show, but she’d done a good job, as expected of the Ultimate Idol.
Of course, one of her classmates in particular had done amazing as well. Maybe even better than her. No, no, of course not. Sayaka obviously had a bigger fanbase than she did, which meant she was automatically superior.
Still, Junko was really skilled… and really pretty. How was she so pretty? What was her skincare regimen? What kind of diet did she have? What kind of exercises must she do to look that fucking good?!
She felt like she didn’t have a good sense of who Junko was as a person. Would she like it if Maizono approached her? Well, for a talent like hers, she had to be outgoing, right?
And so, she’d approached her after their performance. “Hello, Enoshima-san!” She beamed. “I just wanted to tell you that you did such an incredible job out there! You’re very talented!”
of COURSE junko had done wonderfully during the school festival. a fashion show at this point was just SECOND nature. so boring, so EXPECTED. she had really grown to HATE them, filled with the desire to do ANYTHING to throw it off the rails. but since SCHOOL was the place she needed the LEAST suspicion upon her, she had done her job FLAWLESSLY. of course, she had ALSO taken the time to watch all the others -- analyzing their work. no one was on HER level. and perhaps there were INSECURITIES she could pick at later on.
and that LATER ON came far earlier than expected. as the fashionista stands in front of a mirror, fixing up her hair for the process of leaving backstage to MINGLE with the papparazi that had managed to find their way in -- she catches sight of SAYAKA MAIZONO approaching. interesting, they were not CLOSE. but it COULD make things interesting.
“ hey, hey maizono!”
bright words and a MIRRORED smile, junko is the IMAGE of hospitality even as her companion keeps speaking. a little NOD is given, never very HUMBLE there was no way she was going to deflect the comment right back at her. not without some kind of HIDDEN insult. she was GOOD at hiding them in compliments, after all.
“ thanks! i mean, i TOTES had an advantage, i do these like aaaall the time for showcases. but! hey, you did totes good for a rookie too. like you could HARDLY tell! “
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Again, he had no reaction to her antics. By now, he was quite used to the way she expressed herself, though it meant nothing to him. Garnering sympathy with her act only worked on the weak-minded puppets she held the strings to. They bored him as much as any other fool. He could read them as easily as words on paper.
It was a bother to specify his line of questioning, but he supposed that since she couldn’t read his mind, he must. By now, Izuru had hoped she would be able to understand what he meant. Another letdown.
He cared not for himself. He wasn’t so naïve as to think he had a place of his own in this world. Izuru knew he meant nothing to her other than an object to be used, something to carry out her plans. Others had used him for the same purpose. It was the reason he existed.
No, he wanted to know her overall goal. That could prove much more interesting.
“The world.”
“ how BORING, and here i was ready to just talk aaaaall about you. don’t you know just how much i adore you? “
a TRUTH in a way -- izuru was the ONLY one in this world who continues to excite her. the only one she CANNOT predict. such was why he has become a PIECE of her obsession -- a side piece to the despair that blooms in her wake. does he know this? does he KNOW he is the only thing in this world that is INTERESTING? she assumes he does, but he doesn’t care. which only brings her MORE despair. an ENDLESS loop, the FIRST person she could not crush beneath her heel no matter how she tries. and YET -- he still stands here.
her show of OVER THE TOP personas fades away, her features so completely empty as she turns away from him to look out at the landscape that surrounds them. that red sky, the ruins. it should be OBVIOUS what her plans were with the world -- that she wanted to spread DESPAIR through the whole world, that EVERYONE should suffer under it’s horrific infection.
-- but that wasn’t it. and she has no NEED to lie.
“ i don’t HAVE any plans for the world, not anymore. despair IS the plan, because only in a world filled with DESPAIR will things be completely unpredictable. only THEN, will things lack the ability to be utterly boring. “
perhaps not the answer he wants, and yet she FEELS like he should expect it. words so empty, so BORED of the idea of explaining herself over and over again. everyone ALWAYS wants a motive: and hers is simple. expects it to be some TRAUMATIC past, but this is just WHO she is. even now, her voice lacks inflection -- lacks the SHOW she plays to keep from getting too bored of herself.
“ does that answer your question?”