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@enoshimajunkoo
wow uh I haven't been doing responses/starters/anything lately and it's because...!
my mom has been out so I've been taking care of my family and now she's back but I still have responsibilities so honestly I haven't been in the mood to rp
so I'll take another hiatus!!!!! uwah I'm sorry for temp dropping threads but I promise I'll get back to them...soon enough!
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"Mmmm... If it isn't my favorite mechanic! Have you been well as of late, Souda-kun? As well as you could be, anyways!"
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Izuru regarded her with cold eyes, his lips a thin line. He was adept at hiding his amusement. She constantly chased after him, attempting to keep his attention, to sink her claws into him and drown him in the depths of her despair as though he were one of her many weak followers. Ones she bent to her will with a bat of her eyelashes.
But he was Kamukura Izuru. And he would not submit to this woman. “His ideals… they’re different than others. He’s odd.” He murmured, never breaking eye contact. “Just as I was enamored with your abnormal ideas at first, now I wish to know about his. I can’t predict his behavior. I can’t wrap my head around him. He’s a challenge.” And I will not share him, Izuru added in his head.
Her brow quirked as she pondered over his words. "...Different ideals? A challenge?" He obviously wasn't keen on sharing too much about this mystery boy, but every word only made her even more curious. "Heheh... if you're interested in the unpredictable, then that means I've become too predictable, right? Ahhh... how saddening..." Still, she wanted to coax the words out of Izuru. Junko took a step closer to him, her tone suddenly becoming a lost warmer, softer. The same went for her expression. Eyes that were staring blue, icy daggers at him were now the warm blue of the summer ocean. There wasn't much probability that this would actually work on him, but still it didn't hurt to try.
"A challenge... have you been able to solve it, Kamakura-kun? Oh, but that's what you're working on, right? Making sense of his behavior.... ah, he sounds interesting. How did you meet this boy, anyways?" she purred, closing slightly on the distance between the two. She would try and squeeze as much out of him as she could.
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If Ryouko had picked up on Junko’s double entendre she didn’t show it. “He is really amazing! But maybe if you know him he might listen to you… If you have anything to help him with, that is.”
"Haha, Matsuda-kun listening to me? Pffff, you should know best that he won't really listen much to anyone, with a few exceptions. Matsuda-kun is super smart, ain't he? Someone like him could be useful in many ways. A brain like his...." She was drifting off into thought for a bit, thought she soon resumed interest in the conversation. "Though he seems to like you quite a bit, huh? Hey hey, you've got some game here, Ryouko-san~"
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Letting out a light gasp and then looking from all directions to make sure that the famed Junko Enoshima was honestly speaking to Ishimaru directly rather than to perhaps another alternate or just speaking not really to his face at all; he shivered, still not being used to the idea of being deceased in the slightest still. “—Ah… Not doing to well, I’m afraid but it seems you can see me in this state… Forgive me.”
A small smirk crawled its way onto her lips and she bent over to get a closer look at him. He was dead, sure, but the trauma he had gone through was still apparent in the way he looked at her. "Ah, no need to sweat it, Ishimaru-kun! Not doing too well huh... hey, that's only to be expected right. With all you've been through, I'm surprised you haven't..." Instead of finishing her sentence, she simply made a gun with her hand and brought it to the side of her head. She made a small gunshot noise as she fired the "gun" at herself and laughed. "You're a tough one, Ishimaru-kun! I gotta applaud you for that. Though then again, how are you dead right now? Since if surviving that wasn't enough to kill ya, I wonder what was..."
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"Oh, but I have executed myself…I’ve been through it…," he sighed then, turning sad. It was completely terrible that he was alive again. Now he had to find new and interesting ways of causing despair. There was no way he’d experience that sort feeling again like when he had died. That had been the ultimate despair for him, so now he could only try to bring it upon others, "Ah, but I’d love to execute another Leon, but I’d need to find something else. Something better than chucking a bunch of baseballs at him. No, each one is different, so each execution is different. It’d be like trying a bunch of new foods~"
Her eyes lit up at his words. "You actually have executed yourself! Wahhh... that's way cool. I've dreamed of such an experience, and from what I've heard, I've been through it. Well not me, but other Junkos. It seems like they've had quite a bit of fun." She pouted childishly before laughing it off. "You've got any ideas on your mind for that, Kuwata-kun? Building execution machines seems like a good way to spend time... there's this cute kid who has been working with me, helpin' build the contraptions and shit. Maaan, I can't wait to use them!" She paused for a moment, thinking about his last statement, a small grin creeping up on her face. "Yeah, executions are best when personalized. So do you plan on makin' executions based on the little things about yourself, Kuwata-kun, hmmm? In that case, you could learn a lot about a person through how they were killed...."
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"Eh, still! Once I found out what some of them did, I was grossed out!" Leon pulled his lips into a grimace. There was a difference between despair and being just straight up gross. It was a very thin line, but once one crossed it, it was really obvious. He puffed out his cheeks childishly, "I don’t really think I want Izuru-san around my body again. Urg…"
He suddenly became very excited, smiling and running a hand through his hair. This conversation was getting fun. Just the talk of despair was making him hungry for more. Leon wiggled slightly and brought his army around himself. “It’s really a pity,” he said, voice shuddering. Leon was close to drooling now and he was panting, “I don’t think I’ll ever, ever reach the despair I did before, so that’s why I have that other goal. I can’t possibly be the only Leon in existence to be in despair. All I want is another Leon…to see his face flushed with despair…to see him terrified…Hah~ So nasty~!”
His face started to light up, and it brought a smile to her face. Not the one she used for the cameras- no, this was more of an amused smile. Not normally brought out in the presence of others. Even a small giggle escaped her lips. "Pfff! Now you've got me curious, Kuwata-kun. Though from what I'm hearin' from ya, it might be too gross." She jokingly gagged a little, sticking her tongue out in the process before breaking into laughter.
"Y'know what would be cool? Executing yourself. Since it is you, you'd know all the nits and grits about them, so fashioning an execution for the person you know the best- or the least- would be fascinating... not to mention ruel. To take the life out of another you... haaaa... yeah, that's what I'd want to do. Too bad I'm a stickler for rules! Can't go around killin' myself for no reason. And knowing myself, I doubt another Enoshima would give me much reason to kill her." Her lips turned into a pout, but she quickly replaced it with another. "Whatever. I can always hope, right?" The model laughed lightly at her word choice before bringing a finger up to curl a strand of hair around it.
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Ishimaru was no idol nor did he know of the trails one who is always exposed in modern media outside of politics was viewed. Perhaps the same? Some agreeing with others being utterly repulsed by what said person does in their day to day life. However being able to show off how perfect your body was or show off your talented singing abilities was almost always looked in a positive light so long as those who done such talents had a positive look on their fans and others. Sayaka Maizono is a positive ray of sunshine being from an all girls group but was accepted into Hope’s Peak being a modern idol known by no doubt any Japanese teenager throughout Japan, maybe even gaining fans outside of the country while the case of Junko Enoshima, SHSL Gyaru being very much the same. A young lady whose face is on magazines… Not that he reads many magazines anyways since Ishimaru’s nose was more focused on books than regular magazines alone; maybe he’d peek and then skim through, but that is about it.
"Hello, Enoshima-kun." He answered. "Forgive me if I am a bit off, I just haven’t seen you in such a while! I don’t find you an intimidating woman in the least! I don’t really see why others would think you as so, even myself since you are a kind person."
Kind person, huh? Ah... that would be expected from Ishimaru-kun. His eyes were probably veiled and saw the good in everyone. But then again most people probably didn't see her as a bad person. Most people only knew her as Enoshima Junko, the famous gyaru model. Even those her knew of her true talent were too mesmerized by her to label her as "evil". Only a select handful would do that... but with time, she'd cast her charm on them as well. You can't hide from despair, after all.
"Hey hey!~ And thanks Ishimaru-kun, I honestly don't get it either. Maybe it's cuz I'm famous and all? Whatever. I'm just me, that's all. And I kinda find it amusing that you'd still say I'm nice when we haven't spoken in such a long time. Do you really think I'm worthy of such a label?~"
She moved the pressure into the pad of her foot to teeter up and down, grinning as she spoke. The movement was to be seen as an idle one, but really it gave her better perspective on his face. When conversing, it was important to pay close attention to the other's face. Ishimaru seemed to always be the same though, whenever she saw him he was studying or reprimanding someone (surprisingly, he has yet to call her out on her skirt being waaaaay too short). Still, he was interesting enough. The boy was said to have big dreams, and always aiming high. What would it be like seeing those dreams shatter?
ログ by ZENYA
Fuckin' chapter 6 in sdr2. Y'all are idiots. If I offered to squeeze you in between my boobs how the hell could you refuse? That's a once-in-a-lifetime offer just gone. not everyday will a giant model let you feel her up. Everyone is totally lame.
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"Yeah!" Ryouko agreed, "Matsuda-kun is the best. I don’t know if he would want your help though…" Realizing what that must have sounded like she quickly amended, "W-wait! I mean… He doesn’t really like a lot of other people. He might not appreciate your help…:
"Ah, I already knew that actually. He'd never want me too close to him, anyways. For good reason too." The words were spoken matter-of-factly, but in order to keep her from looking into her words she followed it up quickly with another statement. "Since I'd probably outdo him!~ Kidding, kidding. I'm just a gyaru, there's really nothin much to compare to a SHSL neurologist here. Matsuda-kun... he's truly amazing..."
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Izuru stared at the wall behind Junko for several moments, allowing the silence to grow tense. If he told her of the interesting boy would she attempt to sink her claws into him…? Would she try to drag him into the depths of her beloved despair as she had so many others?
Finally he looked back at her, red eyes blinking lazily despite her obvious fury. “Not talent… He has none, in fact he’s remarkably untalented.” He corrected in a bored tone. “And that’s what makes him so interesting, I think…” He knew she would scoff at him for such a statement, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
Junko's blue eyes grew wider at hearing his words. "...Talentless? Someone without a talent caught Kamakura Izuru's eye? No way..." Her lips- usually in a pretty smile, grinning for the camera- those lips were now in a snarl. "What the hell? How does someone with no talent come off as interesting to you?" The fact that he was just blankly looking back at her pissed her off. Sure, he was always like that, but the fact that he was acting so damn nonchalant right now was irritating. Maybe she would end up touching him because at this point every statement he said only made her angrier.
A moment was taken for a short breath. To attempt to calm herself down. Chasing after Kamakura was tiring. The fact that he never would care enough about her brought her so much despair... which is the reason why she continued. He was unreachable, and as Enoshima Junko the unreachable was her goal.
"Tell me more about this boy." Her voice came out as a low hiss as a hand curled a strand of hair. "Since right now, he sounds interesting to me too."
"Not even my good side," said Leon crossing his arms. She was right for the most part though, so perhaps he had misunderstood her. No, he probably hadn’t, she had no doubt known the whole time. He had probably known that from the start as well, "Bad attention is attention to. If someone hates me for my despair, then they’ve still been exposed to it and my likeness. So, I’ll still be on their mind, just not in a positive way."
"Don’t get me wrong, positive attention is good to. That’s exactly what I got from all of those other students. I think a few of them got a little…too positive though. They didn’t even give my body a proper burial when I died. How disappointing…They praised they very ground I walked on and then had the gall to cut me up and some other nasty shit when I died. That thought…is probably more despair-inducing than I had originally thought. As soon as I’m gone, I’m unimportant. Ah…I underestimated them…"
"Cut up your body, huh? Haha, I don't blame them! Who wouldn't want to have some of your beautiful features for themselves?~" From what she's heard, people have done weird things to some of her bodies too. Her poor body... disregarded and simply torn apart. Pff... people had the nerve. That's why she installed despair in them in the first place though.
"Left at your own despair... doesn't seem like too bad of an ending, if you ask me." She brought her hands up so that both sets of fingertips touched. "Even if you underestimated them, you still left what was important- your despair. Which means you used that attention wisely, if ya ask me. Attention is attention, but what matters is if you use it to your advantage. People have risen to fame for bad deeds, but still they've achieved their goals. Same goes here- you use your sources and abilities and achieving despair ain't that hard. Haha, I can say that and I still haven't created despair for myself." The model smiled her charismatic, fake smile. The countless numbers at her fingertips didn't matter- not until she could find someone who could usurp her. But... knowing the fate of the other masterminds, she knew she would have her moment. Eventually.
"Oh, no, she was without despair," said Leon, sighing and shaking his head. Just thinking about her made him pity her probably pathetic life. The Enoshima in his universe or whatever had actually been a sweet girl. Her sister had a very bad temper though, especially for someone who was supposed to be a soldier, “You see…I kicked off everything in my timeline or universe or world, whatever. All of it was mine, mine, mine~"
He made a small ‘pft’ sound and rolled his eyes. God, she really didn’t get it, did she? “I just don’t think other masterminds matter," said Leon, treading his fingers together under his chin, “I think I should get the despair and shouldn’t share it with someone who replaced me in their universe. It miffs me a bit, since I think all the attention should be on me and not them as the mastermind. Don’t get me wrong, if they completely bent to my will, I’d love it, but they wouldn’t do that. So…they’re just another person who can understand despair."
Her lips turned to a mock frown at his words. "Awww, that's no fun. You're too cold... plus, how do you know there isn't someone willing to follow your commands and every will? Though then again, you're totally right. No mastermind would do that, but if you wanna come close I guess you just gotta compromise. Though I'm guessin that word doesn't exist in your book. And 'just another person who can understand despair' huh... burr! I'm totally shivering from how damn cold that was. But then again that's just the way things are. In the end, I'm no more special to you than anyone else. The only thing differentiating my first impression from anyone else's is that I just happen to get your motive." One hand reached up to idly fluff a pigtail as the other came up to tug on her lower lip.
"So from what I'm gettin', if someone cares enough to get on your good side, they gotta shower you with attention right? So typically Leon."
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"Naegi-kuuuuuun! It's been a while, yeah? How's it going?"
