No One's Coming...

Apartment T-5 Equipped with a kitchen cleaver Rank: Noble Employed as a cashier at Just Desserts cafe

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im an esper ;D

"…Huh?"

[mcstabbies]

"..."

[chrisnerdwick]

By ざわめきじゃんぼ

[ludenburned-deactivated20141104]

     ♣ For but a single moment, the gambler’s smile twisted in a nature. A smirk. Ah, yes, that was right. Miss Maizono had been dead long before she revealed her true feelings about Hope’s Peak and the school of mutual killing fiasco. 

“Ah, yes. ‘It isn’t the strong or the intelligent that survive, but rather those that can adapt’. I said something along those lines, did I not?” She paused. “That was all an act. I hated that school with a passion. If I could not escape, I would not be able to pursue my dream any longer. So I made my final gamble. Surely that’s something you can understand?”

[mcstabbies]

An act? Again, Sayaka shouldn't act so surprised -- she, herself, had put on quite the display. Still, even with her 'good intuitions' in tact, not even Sayaka could have perceived the other's deceit.

Suppose it's to be expected from the Queen of Liars.

She listens to Celeste but does not directly respond, gaze trailing down the streets of their new home while her fingers idly twisted at the bow on her uniform.

"They assigned you a place, right?" Her words come a bit flat, she's trying to veer from the subject of their path. "Where is it?"

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"D-don’t give me that crap!"

[ Temper once more masking fear, Leon’s fists went up as though to punch the air. Or maybe it was to emphasize his points. Who knew, really? It was the last of his worries at the moment. ]

"I just got here! I haven’t seen you since… since…"

[ Since she’d tried to stab him with a knife. ]

[mcstabbies]

His sudden movement causes Sayaka to lightly flinch. Ah, yes, it was coming back to her -- as evident by glimmers of despair hidden in the shadows of a scrunched brow.

"Hey, just... calm down, okay?... Calm down."

She takes a step back, nonetheless, hands floating in front of her like one would do to an excited dog.

"What's your problem?" Didn't they fix this...? Or at least try to?

[caskitsune]

論破百合ログ By: mizuki ※Permission was granted by the artist to upload this work.

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  "Y-you’re here too, h-huh….?"

[His voice trembled. Really, out of all the people he’d wondered were in the city, this girl was strangely the last one he thought of.

Perhaps it was because she’s the last person he wanted to remember.]

[mcstabbies]

"I've been here for a while... You have too, you know."

She stares at the boy and shifts her weight from one leg to the other. She remembered being here and he was here too, lots of conflict, but... why? She couldn't remember. She knows she didn't like it though. Tilting her head now, she squints to scrutinize.

"Why are you so scared...?"

"Did something happen?"

[chrisnerdwick]

By おすし

[cremedesake]

by みずた

[ludenburned-deactivated20141104]

     ♣ “'What am I doing here' indeed. The last I recall was being executed for killing Ishimaru-san and Yamada-san - though I suppose you wouldn't have been around to witness that.” The smile she sported seemed unfitting for the tale she was telling.

“Are you perhaps worried I might loathe you for attempting to kill Kuwata-san? I assure you I have no such thoughts. I’m no better than you, after all.”

[mcstabbies]

Sayaka's first reaction to the news of Celeste's murderous ways is revolt.

"You what!?..."

The second is guilt for said revolt -- like the gambler had said herself, neither of them are any better than the other. Both carried hands stained with blood.

However Sayaka still felt uneasy. Perhaps it was the way Celeste's lips curled into a smile so easily while she could hardly keep her expression in tact at the mention of death.

"I- But... You too? You were the one always talking about adaptation, weren't you?" 

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mcstabbies started following you

"M-… M-Maizono…?"

[mcstabbies]

What an expression... It makes Sayaka's stomach knot and broil.

"...?"

He shouldn't be wearing that expression again, should he? Not after the conversations they've had... right? "What? What's wrong?"

[mcstabbies]

All wrong, the lot of you. 

How to flirt:

Invite them to your room late at night when no one's awake

Assault their ass with a knife

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     ♣ “It’s been a long time, Maizono-san, hasn’t it? And, not quite… It’s just…”

“I have good intuition.”

[mcstabbies]

"................................................................." Nice.

She has to shake her head lightly to clear the mud from her thoughts, never quite happy to see another classmate show up. Nothing like a reunion of 'hey, I had a huge facade and was going to sacrifice you all for my own life! ha ha.'

"Wh-What are you doing here?"

[ludenburned-deactivated20141104]

     ♣ “Oh, you can smell Kuwata-san as well? It truly is an unfortunate stench.”

[mcstabbies]

Huge jump from the idol. 

"A-Ah.. what? Wh... Huh? Celeste-san... What are you- wait..."

"Did you... read my mind?!"

[mcstabbies]

This city smells extra bad today...

[tanaka-mioda]

Maizono’s calligraphy

[weaponizerarchive]

( Kirigiri stares vacantly, scrutinizing the other woman. She looks in good health, if a little gloomy. Could this Maizono Sayaka possibly remember how life had been for them prior to the school life of mutual killing? )

    ❝Maizono-san, I… I’m happy to see you here.❞

[mcstabbies]

No idea at all. For months now the girl's wandered in living ignorance and guilt, fearing for the moments exactly like this in which she would be made to confront the others and her betrayal of them,

To hear she's happy to see her... Sayaka feels as if she's turned to stone. Kirigiri and her had hardly even talked back then, how could she be happy? After what she'd done to all of them?

"Happy...?"

"Don't... Don't say that..." Fists curl and uncurl nervously by her sides, voice is shakily hovering above a whisper. "...You can tell me your true feelings, it's okay."

[hopespots]

Elegy [Closed]

Walking through the city’s been more dangerous than ever thanks to all the recent…peculiarities that have sprung up recently. That vicious cold snap’s aftermath seems to have brought on all sorts of oddness.

This city in itself is strange, and Naegi is heavily reminded of that as he passes by a cafe and absently glances through the window. Past the transparent haze of his own reflection and that of the buildings around him, he sees a starkly familiar figure.

Eyes springing open with shock, Naegi moves without thinking, pushing open the door of the establishment and nearly hitting someone with it. Offering a quick but earnest apology, he edges around the flabbergasted individual and ducks into the cafe proper. Typically he’d stand by longer, but he’s in a bit of a rush that’s uncharacteristic of him.

And then he’s there, looking at her, right as she’s finished ringing up someone’s order. Naegi clears his throat hesitantly, not sure if she’s already noticed him or not. After New Year’s, well, he doesn’t want a repeat of…

"G-Good afternoon, Maizono-san!" And he smiles, kind of nervously.

[mcstabbies]

The daily grind has become a custom for the idol. Or rather, former-idol-now-maid-cashier. She pops into work with frills and a smile, greeting customers, directing seat traffic, putting on the whole show one would expect when walking into Just Desserts. Nothing really stood out in these blurred days, not since the confrontations with Leon had ceased.

She'd gotten used to it, certain of her bleak position -- denying the pit in her stomach that reminded her just how lost she felt in this hellish city. A painted smile can fool even the artist if it's good enough. 

And yet today something would happen to reach through the cloud and pierce her senses, a familiar voice and ring of her name that stills her heart. 

"..." An answer would be nice, but she has none to give at the moment. Her throat's dry, tongue numb, eyes wide and fixated on the awkward boy in front of her. The pit in her stomach churned.

"...N-Naegi-kun." It's now she finally notices how hard she's clutching her pen and releases it hastily. The utensil rolls from the register desk and clacks to the floor. She should pick that up. Or no, she should run -- no, she can't do that. Standing there and fumbling awkwardly in hopes she'll die on the spot seems like a good option. Yeah, she'll go with that, eyes fluttering downwards and teeth sinking into her bottom lip that threatens to pull a smile -- unsure of how else to react.

"Y-You're here...!"