To Kill or Be Killed...

Crosswalks and crossed ♥нєαятѕ♥ And ђ๏קє to die { Silver clouds } with grey lining

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-散- | Prophet初

[palinoiia]

mechanismse, juchitaki, cursedfortuna, litost-leviathan and ayatsuri called out to you...

To be called out to in such a world, even if it wasn't by name, concerned Sayaka. Could she really trust anyone now? Could she rely her worries onto another person, even after the betrayal she laid upon herself to get out of that school? For now... She decided to trust them to the extent of greetings. That couldn't be... Too harmful, right?

"... Hello."

[palinoiia]

hopefulpersona, pixtalz, thetrueheadmaster, nutritor and backstabbxr were found near your temporary lodging...

Sapphire eyes that had long lost their spark stare up at the newcomer with slight fear and agitation. Who else was a mere survivor this wretched excuse for a nation? Did she know them? Did she care if she did? She was no longer sure-- The only thought to come to her mind right now is the same one she had kept for weeks.

The thought that she needed to survive.

"... Excuse me... But do I know you?"

[palinoiia]

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[palinoiia]

"To think that there are actually others out here in this dilapidated world..."

"Could you like or reblog this if you are a DR/SDR2/DR0/DRK/OC blog so I can check you out and perhaps follow you? I would love a few more acquaintances...!"

[palinoiia]

Enigmatic Hallucinations || Wisteria-Mystery.

[detectivechan-deactivated201411]

The enigma looked over to the blue-haired girl not so far away from where she was standing. Dirty, ragged, and pathetic, in her eyes. It is not as if the wisteria coloured girl was doing any more better. 

What was this girl’s name again? This, used-to-be top idol of the decade. Her name: Sayaka Maizono. Super High School level— ultimate, if you will— Idol, was a title so far away. So distant.

In a flash it had happened, and nobody knew how it did. Alive, living, breathing. After the girl in front of her was released, all of them had fallen into a pit of despair. Loathing. Hurt, hate, and nobody knew if they’d survive.

But none of them died quite at first. Some couldn’t believe that the sweet, popular teen idol would do something like that… Others blamed it on the omnipotent bear that towered over their lives.

Death came slowly, then. People starved, hungered, died, in a small box provided with little to no food. It was only by chance that the detective found a way out, and even she hadn’t realized how she got out.

    “…”

The girl simply stared at the doll-like porcelain face of the idol. How much time had passed?

The outside world was a mess. It was no wonder how desperate people lived now.

[palinoiia]

Nothing else could shatter Sayaka's mindset further than what she had believed to be her hallucination staring at her with the same cold, lifeless eyes. The violet hues unwavering from her form, to Sayaka, only showing disbelief and anger. Resentment would turmoil with the arrangement of emotions as well, her intuition stated. That's what she would feel in return, if she found the person who flipped her already dilapidated life upside down.

Fear. Fear is what the idol felt, knowing now that the other was here to haunt her. She had already convinced herself of the other's death, now seeing her as nothing more than a ghost to torture her. How long would it be until the others joined? How long would it be before she saw the two she hurt the most, the martyr, and the one she framed? Deceased, ghosts now, only there to shun her for what she had done to them.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes into despairingly long moments. Each minute that she was stared at, she found herself looking away, off into another direction as though that would eliminate the other's existence. But something told her that wouldn't work, sapphire hues running over the other's figure from time to time, wondering if she was really nothing more than a hallucination.

With silence in play, she really wasn't sure. Silence that allowed her mind to wander... The embodiment of her own despair was mixed in with silence. Silence would always terrify her. Was that why she was being given the silent treatment now...? Torture... Despair... This felt like her very own, mental execution.

"If you're not going to leave me alone... Can I ask that you please talk...? I don't think I can.... Handle the silence..."

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舞園さやか | 79君

[palinoiia]

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[chrisnerdwick]

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[palinoiia]

Enigmatic Hallucinations || Wisteria-Mystery.

Days turned to weeks, weeks into months. Sayaka never thought she'd ever find herself on the street like this, scrounging around for food just to survive. But that was expected of this world, the hierarchy of social links and financial gain no longer relevant. The only options to succeed in this world is to s u r v i v e.

Regret welled up within the young idol's heart every moment she thought back to her life in that school. If only she had known what was left of this world... She wouldn't have even made the attempt to slaughter the whole of the student body. She, like the rest of them, would have attempted to prevent the temptation of escape. To live inside the school sounded like pure luxury now, compared to whatever one could identify the nation was outside.

Intuition. Her intuition was what led her to this. She believed that all she needed was to escape, to prove that monochrome hell-bringer that it was wrong. A death on her new criminal record wouldn't mean that much to an idol, regardless of it ruining her image of 'innocence'. She was sure she'd be accepted back into society if only it was what her heart believed.

If only she had listened to Naegi... Instead of bending and framing him like a shallow, popular American student.

Tears began to cloud her eyes and stain her doll-like features the more her mind wandered on the subject, a short-lived image of each student's face lighting up her dark mind. It stopped on one student, one she didn't expect-- The enigmatic lavender-clad female who's talent was as mysterious as she was. But why her, of all people? Why did she think of the one person she knew so little about?

It was then that she saw the exact figure she was thinking about approach her, sapphire hues widening in disbelief. No, she was dead. Maizono had indirectly murdered her. How was she there in front of her, right now, with such an indifferent glare?

"This... Is just my mind... Playing tricks on me, right...? Kirigiri-san... I'm sorry. P-Please.... Go away..."

[palinoiia]

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[palinoiia]

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[palinoiia]

The Fall of an Idol || Inegotism

[inegotism-archive]

The world was long gone and stood in shambles, that much was known for him. He hadn’t really always gotten the chance to explore it, but today it was his turn to go on scouting duty. He didn’t really bring anything with him but himself: He didn’t feel as if he’d need anything as long as he shares the power of Izuru Kamukura. 

…That all ordeal was strange and confusing, anyways. His presence personality-wise seems to have faded, but not his potent talent and powers. He didn’t complain, but he decided to keep it on low profile and only use it when extremely neccesary. After all, he said he’d live as Hajime Hinata, and overexcessive use of it seems like erasure of that promise he made for himself.

However, those powers and personality created a loophole. A memory loophole, to be exact. Since he was dormant during the simulation, the memories from that time and before him remained unharmed, and were slowly syncing back to his frame of mind. It was not supposed to happen, granted, and the memory loss should’ve blinded him to it, but he recognized himself and the memories gained from the simulation once he woke up for the first time. 

It was surreal, but not unbelieable to him, he figured. With all these thoughts washing his mind, he failed to acknoledge the distance he travelled. A studio stood before him, and… he hoped to not see her here. 

It was unmistakable, though. The idol that he once knew was spread on the floor, leaking blood and on the verge of death. He did not have a faint clue to how she ended up there, but he decided to ask her once she responded.

"Please stand up, Maizono. It’s terrible to see you like this."

[palinoiia]

There was nothing but silence that followed the girl's response. Her intuition told her that the figure was still there, watching as she bled slowly onto the pavement below. How cruel, to watch a young girl fade away with each agonising second. She was still unsure of the world she even lived within now, her memories not recalling a sudden downfall of the Nation she used to rule in the limelight.

"Please stand up, Maizono. It’s terrible to see you like this."

The voice's words tasted bland against the urgency of the situation. She recognised the voice as masculine, but as for who it belonged to... There was no familiarity. It would be no surprise for strangers to recognise her, given her career. However... Did he really expect her to get up at the mere mention of being able to stand?

Movement would cause more blood to leak out of her frame, much like a bottle with a hole in the bottom of it. She knew that, however painful it was to feel it slowly drain out of her and spill onto the pavement below. She was afraid of death, there was no doubt about it. Anything that could prevent that inevitability for just a few moments longer was a risk she was willing to take-- Regardless of how painful it was.

But in reality... What did she really have to live for anymore? Everyone she knew, loved and cared about is now... Dead. She no longer had those acquaintances in that wretched school, either. She killed them all with simple trickery and framing. Regret, remorse and eventually... Despair. That's all that was waiting for her now if she prolonged her life.

"Y-you're asking... Someone who is dying... T-to stand... As i-if they're okay... I c-can't move..."

[palinoiia]

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[palinoiia]

The Fall of an Idol || Inegotism

If there was one thing the idol didn't expect, it was to have her life ended like this. Initially, she hadn't even considered the possibility of her own death at all. Immortality, forever-young pop sensation dreams would always cloud her teenage-esque mind at the mere thought of the word. Surely someone with her popularity and her fame could never stoop so low to become a bag of meat left on the sidewalk in a world that could be considered a zombie apocalypse.

But, of course, the world isn't rose-coloured. The harsh truth of the present would always return to stab a human in the back, to prove to them that happiness and fortune are mere aspects that can easily be erased from time itself. That was the world previously, and how the world was now. The only difference was a change of scenery.

Upon leaving what she initially thought was the pinnacle of her despair and misfortune, she had only run into the true definition of hell. Instead of the busy city of lights, she was left with collapsed buildings and parks of fire. Her immediate thought was to check the studio where she had last seen her band members, only to find skeletons in costume. It was then that her heart had truly broken under the pressure of this disease called 'despair'.

It was her own mistake to leave the studio. It took one shaking step to leave the entrance, another to be stabbed on sight. She hadn't anticipated an ambush, after all. Blood pooled from her chest, the young survivor's only instinct to fall to the ground and to pretend her imminent death had already taken her away from the land of the living. If you could even call this nation that anymore.

In roughly thirty seconds, her attacker had left. In another thirty seconds, she heard footsteps dragging along the scattered gravel of the potholed road. Her eyes had closed to concentrate on her breathing, her initial thought of the newcomer being her attacker to finish her off.

Oh, how she hoped they were there to finish her off...

"... Are you here to watch a fallen idol die...? J-just... F-finish me off... Please... S-stop watching me s-suffer..."