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ind. sel. priv. danganronpa oc | by marcie

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Hello! Welcome! This is a Danganronpa OC blog for Kawano Mizuki, the Super High School Level Director.  Please make sure to read both the bio and rules prior to interacting.

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“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

@chainsawcutiie / answered .

Oh. She had been sitting at her desk for hours, hadn’t she? She had been so fixated on editing that she hadn’t remembered to even take care of herself, and it was already getting very late.

Kawano sighed shakily, carding her own hair behind her ear as she set her headphones down, stood from her chair and looked at the blonde.

“Mmh...Yeah, I probably should. Sorry, I just got...” She gestured uselessly, trying to find the words. “Wrapped up.” That’ll do. “Do you...wanna go somewhere? I don’t mind paying for us both.”

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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ultimaterealmofchaos​:

Ah, so that was the question. Some sort of concern about Junko’s well-being… misguided concern, most definitely, but still concern. How sweet… how ridiculous. Anyone who knew Junko knew that she was fine. Way more than fine, even, but still…

Ah well. She was new to her. That was all.

Junko offered her best, friendliest grin, giving a little laugh. “Totally appreciate the concern, but, like, I’m the last girl you need to worry about! Luckily for me, my job’s super easy, and it’s fun, too! But I guess that’s what happens when you’re a natural, right?”

She laughed again, then surveyed the other girl for a moment. “Besides, shouldn’t you, like, be worried more about yourself? All I do is stand there while people take pictures of me. You actually do stuff, right?”

Far from being totally reassured, Kawano seems much more like she’s embarrassed now. It wasn’t often that someone like her would go out of her way to convey true concern, at least -- not outwardly. To have it brushed off, well -- it wasn’t bad per say, but it did make her feel a bit foolish. She flusters, breaks the already tenuous eye contact she has to glance off.

“Ah-- I mean, I guess that’s fair...Some take to things easier than others, that makes sense.” It’s difficult to read the blonde, truly. In words alone, her statement could almost be misconstrued as self deprecation. ‘It’s not hard to do what I do.’ But it also carries a weight of slight arrogance, despite the implication that she doesn’t do anything. It’s odd to see those sentiments paired up with one another.

“I...guess so? I mean, I don’t think it’s anything too special, but...” Oh geez, now she’s starting to sound hypocritical. Easy to worry about others while neglecting yourself, isn’t it?

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lainzworld​:

Junko had listened very closely, she seemed genuinely interested in Kawano’s words. And she was, she didn’t start a conversation for nothing after all, she just needs to make sure Kawano doesn’t get the wrong idea or think that Junko wasn’t interested. A lot of people seem to think that Junko wouldn’t care for what they’re saying.

“No worries!” She waved her hand, “I’m the one who asked about it after all! So like, a conversation without words, yeah? That’s soo cool!! I never actually realized that much went into movie making!” She moved around excitedly, “So movies mean that much, like if you wanted to make all these people have the same or a certain idea you’d just make your movie like that? Or is it more complicated?” Junko seemed to talk with her hands a lot.

She tilted her head, “Actually…what was your favorite movie you’ve ever produced? We should totally meet up sometime and watch it together!!” She bounced in her seat, her formally made pigtails getting a little messy, “Of course, if you want to, I’m not like, the kind of person to pressure people into things, y'know? I hate creeps like that”

 That was only a half lie from Junko, she did run into a lot of creeps from the industry like that. At the start she had to just accept it since she was a smaller star then, just starting out. But now she can basically just get them fired no problem, and thank god for that. 

Junko shivered slightly, the cold of the outside finally catching up to her. With her wearing clothes that hardly suited the weather, she supposed she shouldn’t have been too surprised, especially considering they were slightly revealing.

Well, there certainly was precedent for that. She pressed a hand to her chin thoughtfully, seems as if she’s considering the blonde’s words.

“Mmh. It can be done...but it depends on the subtlety or...heavy-handedness of the delivery, I guess, if that makes sense? I guess you’d usually call something super straightforward like that propaganda, depending on the intent. But propaganda can masquerade pretty well as art, or within art, if the creator wants it to. I don’t tend to think of myself as...that overt, I just want to cause discussion, more than I want to make people see things my way...but it can definitely get complicated.” She nods.

Then she blinks. Her favorite film she’s made? Well, it definitely wasn’t the one she’d made about the academy. It had its accolades, of course, and she was still proud of the end-product - but she was the most critical of her own work, and she had worried whether it seemed more congratulatory at times than impartial toward the institution (especially now that she knew more about its inner workings). If she were to think of something that she thought she did better at handling...

“Oh. Uhm...I guess it might have been the short documentary I made about rural folklore. Its...fall out of prominence is interesting to me, because despite that it still has a lot of residual effects on the way a lot of us view or do certain things, even in bigger cities. Have you ever read Tono Monogatari --? Err, well-- a-anyway. I...think that’d be nice, actually.” She hardly ever hung out with anyone her own age, after all.

“Oh-- uhm...I guess it’s pretty cold, huh? You can borrow my hoodie, if you want? I’ve still got long sleeves under this...”

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@ultimaterealmofchaos​ / continued .

Perhaps her question had been taken a tad more...literally than she had in mind. She was aware of the blonde’s fortitude when it came to her field -- practically everyone with an awareness of popular culture at the moment knew that much. But Kawano was more interested in what lay...underneath. She had no ill opinion of Junko Enoshima herself, but the industry she was mired within? Well, let’s just say the director was fairly cognizant of its flaws.

“...I know that. I mean...of course, right? It’s obvious that you’re good at what you do. I just mean...I hope it doesn’t rob you of anything in the meanwhile. Everyone deserves time to make the most of their youth, right?” 

They weren’t in the same class, but she still often worried about the way those of their ilk were put on pedestals. They were expected great things from, and that often meant sacrificing the opportunity to simply enjoy living while they could. They were already expected, in most cases, to slave away for their careers after graduation - so she took no pleasure in imagining the process had already started for some, when they should be allowed to relax for now, if never again.

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lainzworld​:

Junko smiled once more, “The snowstorm, silly!!” She lets out a loud high pitched laugh, “I’m kidding!! I had a photoshoot to do but I didn’t have any friends to drive me” She lets out a sigh, blowing a few strands of hair that landed in front of her face, “Plus, the company wasn’t gonna give me a ride but still required me to come, that’s so dumb, right? Like how are you going to say I have to come but then not give me a ride, like, what’s the point!” Junko wasn’t entirely lying about that, she did have a photoshoot she had to get to. But they did offer her a ride. And she didn’t bother asking anyone else for a ride to the photoshoot either, she had a very specific reason for coming onto this bus. She pulled strings and figured out Kawano needed to go film something, on this specific day, where a blizzard would go through the city. Junko knew only one bus was crazy enough to drive through the harsh winds, and so she had made sure she had a photoshoot this day, so she can use that as an excuse to get on the bus. She shifted in her seat, so that she completely faced Kawano, Junko folded her arms on top of the seat, resting her head on her arms, “Kawano Mizuki…You’re that girl who made the documentary about the school history right?! Oh my gosh I loved that film sooo much!” She grinned, “Like, normally I’m not too into history, but your film actually made it interesting, like I couldn’t stop watching! I probably watched it a hundred times” She giggled, “So, you’re a director? That’s super cool, is it ever fun to film things? What’s it like?”

Of course, as naturally as those lies came to the model, it’s no surprise that they whiz right past Kawano. She doesn’t detect any insincerity in those words at all, so the logic tracks, and she can’t recognize any of the scheming that lay underneath the surface. Instead, she seems...flustered? Maybe that’s not entirely correct, but it’s close. She’s embarrassed to be lavished with such direct praise. The words of critics, magazine columnists...those didn’t really fire her up anymore. Film critics, in fact, were some of the worst people she had ever had the displeasure of interacting with. She didn’t really care about their praise, no matter how abundant it was. The idea of her films resonating with an actual, human audience, though? That’s what mattered.

Sure, Junko Enoshima wasn’t exactly what you would call commonfolk. She was just as prestigious and popular as any film critic -- if not much more, but she still felt as though she were...down to Earth, by Kawano’s estimation. She felt more like an actual person with an internality that she could appreciate, and whose words were straightforward enough not to seem like simple flattery. Perhaps that, combined with the admission that she’d watched Kawano’s work so many times, is a good explanation for why she felt so presently sheepish.

“Ah-- t-thank you. I...wouldn’t have imagined it would be that captivating, but...” She trails off, her fingers twiddling idly in her lap as she tried to politely maintain eye contact. There was a certain...pressure to that, though. She wasn’t very good at it.

“It’s...challenging. When I film something I guess it’s like...I’m trying to have a conversation without words, right? I’m trying to...plant some kind of idea, or message to the person watching...but I can’t just sit down in front of the camera and spell it out, because that’d just be annoying...” She wasn’t the type to stand on a soapbox, after all.

“So...it’s always important to find ways to get what I want to say across. And pictures sometimes speak louder than a thousand words...so...” Yeah, she’s not maintaining that eye contact. “Agh-- s-sorry, I don’t meant to ramble.”

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@lainzworld​ ; continued .

Kawano wasn’t usually fond of public transport, especially not in situations like this. Unfortunately, she had a shoot scheduled and had very little in the way of other options to get where she needed to go. One could imagine the sense of impending dread and listlessness that she felt, knowing she would be stuck waiting here on the road until something completely out of her control had subsided.

Perhaps it’s that worry that consumed her thoughts so thoroughly that she hadn’t noticed the other girl’s approach until she was spoken to.

“Eh--? Oh, uh...sorry. Spaced out there, for a second.” She fumbles, trying to muster an appropriate response. Part of her, upon receiving a name, had wanted to narrow her eyes. Well, duh. Of course you’re Junko Enoshima -- is what she thought. There’s no way anyone that was tapped into the modern pop-culture couldn’t know who she was. She was a startlingly popular model, and her ironclad sense of irreverent style, combined with her rebellious aesthetic made her the ire of traditionalists and idol of young people the country over. She couldn’t say she wasn’t a bit intimidated to be speaking to the girl, herself.

“Kawano. Er-- Mizuki...The uhm, Super High School Level Director.” She’s really searching her brain for any kind of conversational skills she can muster. She doesn’t want to be boring. “What...brings you here, Enoshima-san?”

Aside from the snowstorm, that is.

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INTRODUCTION/ICEBREAKER STARTER - Feel free to change pronouns, e.t.c. 

“Allow me to introduce myself, my name is…” 

“A new face, eh? Haven’t seen one of those in a while.” 

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice that you are crying. May I offer you a tissue?” 

“Do you know any good cafes in the area?”

“No, we haven’t met before. I must just have one of those faces, I suppose.” 

“That looks heavy - need a hand?” 

“Why don’t you want to tell me your name?”

“Hey! You can’t be in here!” 

“I seem to be low on cash… Would you mind sharing a taxi with me?” 

“What are you staring at?” 

“Would you mind sharing your umbrella with me? I forgot mine at home.” 

“Excuse me!” 

“Please don’t stand on that!” 

“I love your sweater, would you mind telling me where you got it?” 

“I know we barely know eachother, but I… I could really use some company right now.” 

“Get out of my way!” 

“Would you mind removing your arm? You are blocking my armrest.” 

“Excuse me, have you seen this dog?” 

“I think you dropped this.” 

“Is this seat taken?” 

“No, I’m *Name here*. I think you are mistaking me for someone else.” 

“I wouldn’t mind some company, I don’t know anyone here.” 

“May I borrow your phone?” 

“Could you help me with this?” 

“I need a stranger’s honest opinion… Which one of these dresses look best on me?” 

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“Truth can change its form depending on the observer.                        And observers from the future                                                      always overwrite that form.“

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RULES .

Please don’t godmod.

My blog is multiship. Each ship takes place in a separate timeline, with none overlapping.

I ship with chemistry.

I will not ship Kawano with V3 characters in any other setting than the Hope’s Peak verse, and for reasons I can’t disclose (due to spoilers, if I ever actually write her story in full, lol) there are a few V3 characters in particular I am not comfortable shipping her with (I’ll tell you if you have concerns!)

My blog is private, so I will only interact with mutual followers.

Please do not reblog my threads if you’re not involved in them.

Smut is not a priority on this blog, but I don’t mind it. It will only be participated in with muses and muns who are 18+. It will be tagged as “ns4w” and put under a readmore.

I can be slow sometimes, due to life priorities and work. Don’t feel disheartened if I don’t get back to you quickly or drop something, you can always interact with me again.

Unprompted asks are a-okay.

The mun’s name is Marcie, and my pronouns are she/her! Please refer to me this way.

Any rules may be added here or edited as I wish.

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NAME: KAWANO MIZUKI | AGE: 19 | GENDER: TRANS GIRL (SHE/HER) | ORIENTATION: BISEXUAL | TALENT: SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL DIRECTOR | HAIR COLOR: BLACK | EYE COLOR: PURPLE | HEIGHT: 5′4″ | WEIGHT: 125 lb

PERSONALITY // Despite being seemingly stoic, Kawano is a very passionate girl who takes great interest in the art of filmmaking (the only thing that, when discussed, tends to rouse her interest enough to shake off her usual bored seeming demeanor). She believes in the power of film to preserve history, and prevent the mistakes of the past from being repeated. She can sometimes be temperamental or impatient, but tends to avoid involving herself in affairs that would provoke these emotions. She’s decently reclusive, but won’t necessarily pull away from social settings if she is asked to join in, and isn’t opposed to making friends so long as they can tolerate her understated personality. She’s a bit self conscious about speaking too much when she does, which is what informs her reluctance to begin.

BACKGROUND // Kawano was raised by three parents (one man and two women), and was the child of one of those women - having a half-brother from the other woman, as well. Though many assumed her home life was unconventional, her parents were all very kind people who supported her interests, and she resented anyone who spoke poorly of them for having a different type of relationship than most other families. In her central continuity, Hope’s Peak Academy does not exist, and she is merely a talented upcoming director, who is interested in making documentary films. However, upon going to university, she eventually awakens with a gap in her memory, and memories of her home life left ambiguous to her, as she becomes part of a retooled Danganronpa reality show for the modern, streaming age.

In the Hope’s Peak Universe, her upbringing is similar, though her parents are different. She is scouted by Hope’s Peak after her submission to a film contest - a documentary about the history of the school itself. Eventually, she is recruited to produce promotional materials for enrollment, but becomes suspicious of the school’s steering committee in the leadup to The Biggest Most Tragic Event In Human History, and abandons the school to go into hiding, after the incident revolving around the Student Council Massacre and the mysterious, unidentified person known as Izuru Kamukura.

After this point, she takes shelter within a lower branch of the Future Foundation, and spends her time trying to craft a documentary of the Tragedy’s horrors, hoping to use it to dissuade future generations from repeating the Academy’s mistakes when society is finally rebuilt.