although ive been trying my best to clear out my drafts, i’m dropping all my threads and redoing mukuro’s blog altogether, leaving this as an archive and reapplying for her through a new blog and starting up new threads from then on! however, if anyone wishes to interact with mukuro, i’m happy to set something up once i have her new blog accepted by the masterlist! i apologize for any inconvenience this has caused!!
just making a note I will be sparse for a while due to irl and muse problems, so I’m placing Mukuro on a semi-hiatus for a little while! I am not sure what I’m doing with all my current threads, but I am in the works of redoing much of this blog and reworking things in my free time. I am so sorry to the people waiting on me!!
just a reminder to people that neither junko-mun or myself enjoy despaircest in any way, shape, or form, and anyone who persists on sending such asks to me even hinting at a romantic relationship between them will immediately be blocked and the ask deleted on my behalf. i do not appreciate messages of this sort and i would appreciate if people take this into consideration before messaging me. thank you for understanding! ❀
Pitch black, the depths of their chests and the colors of their hearts. From the time the two were born, Mukuro wished nothing more than to PLEASE her. She wished for the appraisal when she did well, and the kindness that was supposed to come naturally from one sister to another.
Ikusaba never got such things.
She bore no hatred or hope for the world, only adoration for her twin which ran deeper than any ocean on the earth; wishing only for her sister’s approval of what Mukuro could do, this was ultimately her single weakness, the only weapon that would ever end her life.
But Mukuro figured she knew everything about her sister, from the way she dressed and her favorite make-up to the very things which made her tick, throwing the soldier from her faraway travels as a mercenary back to Japan, all to aid the girl who wanted to bring ruin to the world. Everything relating to Mukuro’s attendance to Hope’s Peak was all for her; even when the light penetrated her heart, infiltrating her former disinterest with the entire world, she still held hope only in that sister of hers, who use her until the very end...
Really, she didn’t quite understand Junko, or anything about her. The two were not alike in any way outside her using the older of the two... Even if she is more aware of what happened, it still doesn’t sit right with her; did Junko really hate her? Did she do something wrong? She only ever did what she was asked to do, and yet her everything would NEVER be ENOUGH.
A part of her wishes to deny this, if only for the sake of helping her ease into her sister’s return in the city; surely, it would not do any good, considering how she went about announcing her presence by utilizing a cheap disguise and false words all while destroying any semblance Mukuro could have in the city.
Really, what a repulsive human.
Mukuro hates her, she’s long since decided; she could never understand her little sister, and she would never amount to something worthwhile for the mastermind of a girl. She also hates her own self, in a way, for not being good enough, but she was beginning a new life for herself in this city, with her own business and a house...
She would never be able to be part of her friends’ lives or go out and be her own person, because Junko will always ruin it. But...
the scientists also told her to live her own life, not to go by the word of others. Even Junko Enoshima.
The bizarre shocking from that test is what causes her flinching over a cigarette, the memory alone painful to coincide with her sad confusion, remembering everything which has been granted to her as a result of the short-term suffering, the forceful realization which began her slow taking to INITIATIVE. Thinking. Resourcefulness as a conscious choice and not on dependence, or with the idea to satisfy someone that isn’t Mukuro Ikusaba.
But she will be stronger, for her friends like Naegi, Kirigiri, Allen, Sinbad, Sonia, Morgiana, Akihiko, the mercenary corps, and also for herself...
It stings when she stifles a scream, fearing to wake Morgiana from her rest. She’ll always love Junko Enoshima, and yet a part of her will despise and dislike her sister for depriving her of the LOVE she craved, the very same admiration which led her to helping destroy the whole world - and herself. She’s long since let the cigarette go before she moves from her back porch to her bedroom, tear-stained cheeks to remain ever unseen, the girl of steel and gunpowder who is welded and crafted to be BULLETPROOF lays in her bed, to become again a weapon, but only at her own disposal; she will be the weapon and commander, bullet and trigger all in the same.
So, she will simply adore from afar, to cut away her only weakness, to protect herself.
✏ - - - A festering doubt had been planted in her mind ever since she received what was purportedly an apology: well-aware was Fukawa of Enoshima’s nature, of the plans she had spilled back in that final case, but Mukuro had been a murkier sort, someone whose motives could fall under question. For a while, the news had cemented Fukawa’s views, that Mukuro could be no better than her sister, but the new video seemed out of character for her, as if the facade had taken a twist.
For days, she brushed the matter aside like the bloodstains she couldn’t stand to see— she wanted that chapter of that life to end, to forget every bit of those torturous twins— but it became clearer that they wouldn’t leave, and if she wanted an answer, she’d have to ask her herself.
Not in person, of course; thank God for these phones. Though there’s always the certain risk that they carry… especially considering the recipient.
TO: Mukuro Ikusaba
FROM: Touko Fukawa
[1 / 2] You’re not honestly expecting forgiveness, are you?
[2 / 2] I’ve been tricked before: don’t trick me again!
Lately, what with the lasting impression that’s been left of Mukuro Ikusaba to Hive City, the soldier cannot find herself wanting to go out to anywhere unless she must; the first - and last - time she had tried this, she encountered a most undesirable creature which ought not to be named. Really, it’s more dangerous to go out than to simply stay inside the depths of her home, expecting nobody to contact her unless it’s relating to... that scene created by her sister.
What do you figure, she muses, when she hears a dull buzzing of her cell phone, reading the name of the sender. Sighing heavily at recounting her time with Fukawa and her other self, she could only guess the reason she’d want to associate with Mukuro, understanding the Writer to be among the few who survived through Junko’s Mutual Killing.
TO: TOUKO FUKAWA
FROM: MUKURO IKUSABA
[ 1/2 ] I... did not say I expected it...
[ 2/2 ] I am not tricking you, I am not misleading you from the truth. I’m nothing like her, please... believe me. That wasn’t me... I promise.
The premise is simple; it looks to be nothing more than a small office in Sector One, nothing exciting about it. Its door, when opened, reveals a just-as-bland interior. A few desks, doored rooms toward the back, and sitting area just about encompass all that is to be met at first glance. However, little would one figure without digging around this is the office to a up-and-coming mercenary corps, actively recruiting mercenaries of all ages and experience levels to serve them. Training and materials provided in exchange for service, all soldiers will be extending their use to whoever they are employed to through the corps. What brings you here is an advertisement; paper, online, word of mouth, and here is the beginning to a new career for you.
This mercenary corps also accepts contracts if one were to wish to utilize this force.
OFFICE ☓ ABOUT ☓ MEMBERS ☓ FORMS ☓ APPLY
INFORMATION:
☓ Mukuro Ikusaba heads this organization, as she has started it herself.
☓ Anyone of any experience and age is welcome! This is 100% volunteer-only. Training and education is provided.
☓ We also encourage buyers of our services. Forms are available on the forms page if you wish to contract us. Bear in mind there is a cost that follows, but prices can be negotiated through our ask box or through Mukuro directly for now.
☓ Feel free to send us an ask if you have any questions!
sorry for the lateness of me getting to things on most of my accounts; i’m working six days this week and dealing with some of my health issues, so i haven’t really been up and going! however, so people don’t feel neglected, i’ll post a draft list under here for reference!
thread with sanguinetactics
thread with survivoroftime
thread with deceptionair
thread with arthurus
thread with muzukigokusatsu
starter for raisedasasword
thread with firstoffianna
chat with messerbount
thread with kanesadakuji
chat with helpingthelongrain
text thread with resistealle
thread with nick-the-courier
thread with cursedeye
starter for coderyouko
thread with hopeasis
starter for weaponizer
starter for tinyfists
thread with datarequiem
thread with resentant
again, i’m sorry to everyone waiting on me! work’s been super busy, but i’m also trying my best to keep my other accounts balanced too.
actually kirigiri and most of the dangan ronpa kids are 19+ in canon and here in the city, please don’t be passive aggressive toward kirigiri, thank you!
While I was aware that was the case for a good portion of the SDR2 cast given the time between the first and second games as well as their particular circumstances but I didn’t realize that was the case for the DR cast too.
However, while I fail to see how I was being passive-aggressive simply because Ari thinks teenagers should be able to enjoy being teenagers, I’ll refrain from further interaction with Kirigiri to keep it from happening again.
read more so i don’t gotta have this all on the dash yo
yeah, but in the same breath, you continually seem to be passive aggressive to many characters in this city, and your character makes many comments on a lot of characters who appear in the ‘spotlight,’ per se while i am not 100% sure if this is really something ariadne does or not, i do know it isn’t well received when she has made comments about other characters that come off as passive aggression by using your character. it’s nothing personal, but it always sounds like she - or possibly you - has a problem with certain people and it doesn’t rub me - and maybe others - quite the right way. that may not be entirely the case but i just wanted you to be a little more aware of how you and ariadne may be received by other people and how your words can come across to others. that’s all, apologies for the long paragraph!
just making a quick post that, due to the nature of which mukuro is viewed as lately, i do not feel comfortable writing starters or any more posts which insinuate her going out in public; while i understand i cannot help this, nor do i mind it, but i do not wish to write starters unless we have already planned ahead appropriately. i do not mind endangering her safety, but i also don’t want to have to continually be put in such a situation where mukuro isn’t necessarily capable of explaining herself in ways that would make sense to people that aren’t close to her, and i am not going to break character to force her to go outside anywhere but her house or immediately to her heavily guarded mercenary corps office. so i apologize for the inconvenience, i will be attempting to get through some drafts and i will post if i do decide to drop some threads for the sake of moving things along! if anyone has any questions or wishes to thread, go ahead and drop me an ask!
With the sudden opening o the door to the dungeon, he has no time to prepare himself and is instead pulled in. Bathed in a golden light, his body feels weightless and though his eyes are closed, he feels as if he were flying. What an odd phenomenon is all he can think about it. Here he had thought that they would walk down some long-winding staircase to the bottom to reach their destination. For what had seemed like hours of floating were really only minutes and before he knew it, the feeling had disappeared and he was now on solid ground once more.
He lay there for a few moments, eyes closed as he tried to get his mind together before hearing the voices of his other two companions who had seemed to have made it along with him. Thankfully none of them had been separated. As he moves to lift himself up off of the ground, a feeling of grogginess washed over him, the feeling one would get just after they had woken up in the morning almost. How strange, it seems as if he’d had almost all of his energy sucked from him. ❝ I’m fine..I’m fine.. ❞ he says as he steadies himself, hands moving to rub his temples before turning to Akihiko and Mukuro. A moment is taken to gather his bearings, a beautiful room with different pieces of artwork, and with taking a closer look at the ground, he can see that it’s cushioned with moss..and it runs along the walls all the way to the two doorways that were being presented to them.
❝ I’ve never been good with directions, but I do have this..natural type of feeling that seems to keep people out of harm’s way. We’ll just have to rely on it for a bit, then. ❞ a sheepish rub to the back of his neck now as he steps forward, deciding which way they would go. Above one doorway situated on the left side was a painted red “X” while the other on the right had an “O” colored in white. ❝ Well, if I can read colors correctly and take a guess that this is reverse psychology then..I say we need to travel down the path with the X. ❞ it’s a long shot, but he’d like to believe that he knows what he’s doing.
❝ Come on, then! Let’s start! Wouldn’t want all of the others to get ahead of us now, would we? ❞ and off he goes through the doorway with the painted X. Taking care to be cautious as he walks. The walls are green and covered in moss and though it’s faint, there’s a little bit of a chill in the air most likely from the dampness of the atmosphere. He’s always quick to glance behind him, taking care to make sure that the other two were still following him and after walking for what seemed to be forever, they come to the next room, which just so happens to be a clearing. Straight ahead, there seemed to be a huge opening in the wall and from the distance they were all at, it looked..dark. ❝ Guess we’d better keep goi—wait, ❞ and he holds his arm out, telling them to stop and stay back. A lot rumbling can be heard from across the room, coming right from that opening. ❝ …Something’s coming. ❞
Strong, rugged doors stood before the three, barring their path; each adorned with apainted sign—whether they served a true purpose was yet unknown. A keenobservation would highlight only one slight difference between either entrance—the amount of moss and vines that covered theirsurface. Confident gaze studied the “X” and “O” painted hastily on each respective door; his own instinct would lead him to the “O”—however that wasn’t his decision to make. Mukuro had opted that Allen take charge as a guide. He hadn’t known why, until the fair haired boy provided a reason, as if he had sensed his confusion. “If that’s the case… then lead the way!” Calmly he gave Allen a genuine stare, his confidence on him must have been profound by his tone.
Raising his hand, he would offer a gesture to Allen would lead his attention to the two gates before them. “… So… any thoughts?” A low hum heard only by the two that had accompanied him. He watched as Allen approached either door with caution, peering at any subtle contrast between the structures; moments would pass before he turned with a deduction.
His pale eyes instilled a serious demeanor, arms tightly crossed against his chest. “… The ‘X’, huh…?” A short chortle passed his lips, accompanying his words. “Fine by me! And if worse comes to pass, that means we’ll just have to try harder!” He eagerly waited by, along with Mukuro, for Allen’s signal. They former of the two watched him as he carefully pushed the door open, a loud creaking sound piercing the atmosphere as he did. The trio gave a quick glance, making sure the foley hadn’t disturbed near-by enemies. The plan ensued once they agreed it was safe to enter—with Allen leading and Mukuro and Akihiko closely following behind. The walls along the corridor were wet, filled with cracks; a cool breeze breached its small fissures. “This place seems like it could come down at any—” An extended arm from Allen had him halt his words.
“… Hm?” Pale eyes glared at the opening; a deep rumbling coming from its depths. “We could always just—” It grew louder, its grumble—shaking the ground they stood on. A step back assisted his stance, but instinctively his hand pressed against the walls to give him additional support. “Is that coming from…?! No, wait… something isn’t right here!” The tremor after effects seemed to echo from the rear, prompting him to peer over his shoulder. At its distance, from where they had come from, was a cave in—a result from the recent disturbance; emerging in itself place however, was a continuous effect of the latter dispersing throughout the passage. “We have to move! To that opening! Quick!” His feet reacted as his spoke, pivoting back and forth—making sure they had taken note of the collapse that was hastily inching towards them. Each jolted to the large crack—diving into its extent.
They were sealed in immediately after they had entered and surrounded by darkness. Quietly, he grazed a hand over the ground where he had crouched; the cobble stones were unbalanced and covered with a thick, rough substance. The air was hotter here than the last area they were in; again, a low rumble resonated from the distance—almost as if the creature in which produced it was asleep. Since his sight failed him at the sign of complete darkness, he had to resort to other means, “… looks like we’re not alone…” A whisper to identify his presence, and that he was unharmed. They were aware of the creature’s presence, but any physical details were limited—save for the fact that it sounded enormous. He wasn’t adept at fighting in the darkness however, and although using any means of light would be advantageous, it would still continue to work in their disadvantage.
Mukuro is already following along, and although Allen’s first decision is already one she would not have made, she does not put up an argument or so much as comment on it; as it is, Allen and Akihiko are both likely more qualified to be making these decisions, she feels. Looking around the setting as she keeps their pace evenly, she pays mind to the two of them and their physical and vocal cues. Silent all the while, the two before her are both in agreement to pass through the door marked X and she, too, is readily walking forward--
until Allen’s expressing warning, sounding then unsure of the contents beyond the door. A cold air washes over the team, and they are all attentive to which the three halted for. She knows this feeling too well, not having experienced it in some time; everything about her slows at the same time as her own world seems to, and at the moment which the boxer calls out for them to move, she’s in sync with them, diving further within and watching their entrance close itself off from use. Blue eyes attempt to adjust to this darkness, warm and almost stuffy as they sit for a moment.
Akihiko speaks her thoughts, and it’s at this point they do know they are the guests to someone else’s domain - and whatever it may be, Mukuro feels as though she is ready to face it. “Yeah, I don’t think... it’s natural.” And by her own definition, natural meaning without magic and the likes of this city. “But, we are likely in someone else’s territory - no, we are definitely in their territory. I wonder... where they are...? They must know we’re here, so if we’re going to keep going forward, we should try to plan for an arrival, and I doubt they’re all that far from here,” she tries to reason, walking continuously in their formerly planned route, resilient to the idea of an enemy. The soldier senses a presence not far from their current standing, although she arms herself in any case, loosening one of the metal-and-canvas straps on her chest to then carry her AR-15, with hand grenades at her side in any case she may need back-up, if such armament will work on their oncoming enemy. Pausing to look back into the abyss of blackness, she speaks again. “Are you all ready? I cannot guess what our opponent will be like, but I don’t think it’s the worst one of all of them, if there’s more...”
Speaking with her ordinary composure, the soldier looks at her feet, and all the while it is not her body, but her heart which trembles. She stands before a camera in her ambiguous, bland living room, sitting on her couch as she records herself speaking as she does not wish to enter society more than she absolutely is required to these days.
“I think it’s... obvious what I’m doing... I would like to speak on my own behalf, but... What was said a week ago, and what happened... That was not me... I did not do that to Sinbad and I didn’t say those things about powers and the Future Foundation... What was said then isn’t true, and it really wasn’t... me... It’s a far stretch, but please believe me... and know that... it was my sister...”
It pains her to blame her sister, leaving her unnamed, though she has long since accepted the only way to clear her conscience, to attempt to be normal in this city again. “Um... so, what I’m trying to say is... please forgive me...?” Unsure of how to express this sentiment, she does not know where to place a blame or how to sound very convincing... but she’s sure that if she tries, it should work to some degree. After all, she sounds to be making up excuses of a sister to shove the blame off her name. The video cuts off moments after her final words, thus posting from her phone and sent to all contacts within the city.
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