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an independent danganronpa roleplay blog for jane doe, super high school level witchcraft specialist

[shslmajo]

{ repitition ↔ yeong-ji bae }

[shslesports]

The laughing was weird, to put it bluntly. Yeong-ji stared in near shock as the girl burst out into obnoxiously loud laughter as he shifted his weight uncomfortably. Why did she have to cause a scene? This was ridiculous. Yeong-ji raised an eyebrow as she began to talk more, insulting his clothing (which definitely cost more than her life, probably) and approached him. Closer. Really close. Oh shit. He took a small step backward in an attempt to put some distance back between them, but… That didn’t work.

A streetwalker?

He folded his arms. Oh hell no. He took minor offense - and he knew he was going to respond. He decided to just… Let himself go, uninhibited, as free as the flowing wind that hopefully could blow this girl back to la-la land where she came from because holy shit she was weird. Where did people like this even come from? Probably the same place. Nevertheless.

"Okay, so, you’re just gonna stand there and make me believe that "walking" now means, like, sticking your foot out literally twenty meters and tripping people next to you? I mean, that’s basically what you did? The only way I can, like, begin to understand that kind of walk is if you literally didn’t have knees. I don’t actually know if you have knees or not, so, uh… Whatever, I don’t care."

A prima donna such as yourself would  

He rolled his eyes dramatically, taking another step back from her to create space. Space, sweet space, to get himself away from her as much as possible was Yeong-ji’s greatest wish. Well, in the moment. A pool filled with money and naked people would be okay, too. A boy can dream. He grimaced at the girl and continued.

"Not that you’d know anything about fashion. I’d mention the designer but you probably haven’t heard of him. Are you, like, history-textbook chic or something?"

He chuckled briefly at his own joke. Nice, Yeong-ji. Mental high five. Fucking owned.

"Oh, that’s cute, yeah, get my name wrong on purpose."

Wait.

"Wait."

What the fuck?

"What the fuck?"

She didn’t know his name!

"You don’t know my name! What the fuck. Nevermind. Fucking weird."

Awkward.

"Wood nymphs and imps. Like, that guy who made those vines? Have you found his berries?”

He chuckled, again, at his own joke(?), satisfied with the amount of humor he was injecting into this humorless conversation. What a great guy.

"Uh, nah, those actually don’t exist. You’re really weird. Sorry.” A short pause. “Wait, no, I’m not sorry at all. You’re just really weird. Do you actually believe in that stuff?”

The traces of a smile found themselves forming on Yeong-ji’s features, amused at the obvious orb of ignorance this girl lived in. Maybe this conversation wouldn’t be insufferable after all!

[shslmajo]

For Jane, there was almost no greater joy than relishing the particular looks which she would often receive from the patrons of her thoughtful harassment. This situation was the same as the rest; perhaps even more delightful than the others, if only for the boy's highly expressive nature. She giggled sharply as he crossed his arms, clapping her hands together for a brief moment. The woman was quite excited to have found someone who was willing to toss this sort of mindless banter back and forth with her, and she would savor the moment for all it was worth.

She forced a look of feigned bafflement onto her face, as though his accusation truly was uncalled for. Jane knew for all she was worth that the boy indeed was correct: she had tripped him, quite blatantly at that. But the hearty denial of such a clear fact was what made the whole it so so much fun! Anything at all to conjure up a reaction. 

"Heavens, Yūjo-kun, you are a feisty little bird! You ought to watch out -- old age often comes early to those who don't know how to sit back and rock with the tide of the sea. It would be a pity to see a grey hair pop up in that manicured mane," Jane explained in a scholarly tone, shaking her pointer finger at him. She shook her head, dismissing the subject with a thoughtful smile. And as did he take a step back, she took a step forward, movements precise as clockwork.

"Tactless knee comments aside, sweetheart, I ought to have expected as much. Though I choose to focus my time and effort on things other than my clothing, I certainly respect your pride in something you've clearly spent so very much time perfecting!" Jane chuckled, patronizing the stranger quite blatantly. "It is a pity, though, that after so much work... The results would look so awfully threadbare! I nearly mistook you for a vagrant at a glance."

Jane tilted her head in confusion as the boy went off on some tangent involving his name, though the results only served to fill her with more bewilderment.

"Ah, haven't you ever heard of a nickname before...? If I was right, after all, and you are some sort of wandering street urchin... You will have to forgive me! Why, it's not your fault that you never received a proper education -- the system is at fault, eh?" Jane cackled, lifted one brow rather slyly at his next comment.

"Your lack of belief is disheartening, Yūjo-kun. Of course I believe in them! It's the least I could do to spread the word about their existence to those of us who are a bit more ignorant to the mysteries of the natural world. Especially considering all of the favors they do for us! Haven't you ever wondered how dewdrops get onto clover petals in the morning? It's all thanks to the hard work of the pixies who reside inside tree trunks and toadstools," the woman explained, returning the boy's smile tenfold. 

[shslmajo]

{ repitition ↔ suki }

[shslexperiment]

"Oh…" Was all Suki could manage upon the girl before her taking responsibility of that nasty fall. There wasn’t much else to say on the matter. What happened happened and Suki just wanted it to be over now. She could test the pang of iron was the blood from her nose eventually dripped down to her lips. It was at least better the tasting it on her arms, where such a liquid would have brought not only the taste but also the color red into her vision. Better to just see clearly… to not touch anything.

That was the girl’s strategy apparently, as she receded her hand… which Suki supposed was better then the alternative… she didn’t need someone to guide her, she needed an ice pack and a bandage. Gosh, she must have looked like a mess right now. More of one then usual. Suki gave another sniff, which quickly turned into a dribble from her nose, and then tears in her eyes at those words.

Tako. They had called her that, just when she was a little girl… of course not that word specifically… but the meaning was the same…. and Suki was sure this girl didn’t know and didn’t mean any harm… or…. no. No she did. That was the only reason people teased her about that, to put her on a lower level then them. To degrade and disgrace her. To insinuate that she was less then human. There was nothing funny about it. And instead of sadness, Suki felt rage.

"SAY SORRY!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Such an outburst took a second of heavy breathing from her, but then Suki went right back to glowering at the girl. "S-say you’re sorry! You t-tripped me and you’re teasing me and it hurts! I’m not a tako!" She began to build back to yelling, trying to catch the attention of everyone around them, but keeping her now bright read arms at her sides. "You’re m-mean and dumb and you’re really not nice! Say you’re sorry!" If only Suki had caught the witch’s first words… but her head had been a little preoccupied with the floor at the time of their utterance.

[shslmajo]

To say that Jane had misjudged the mood would be a dramatic understatement. With each moment that passed, the air seemed to grow stiffer and stiffer, losing any substance it may have once entertained. When she felt sufficiently oxygen deprived, the woman shook out of the haze, eyes gone wide and irate. Why in God's name was she getting yelled at, now, when in Jane's mind, she had been nothing but charitable to the poor tentacle-armed girl? An indignant look fell onto her face as the woman lashed out about name-calling and her feelings. She felt cornered, and she was none too fond of the feeling.

"I tried to be nice, little girl," Jane muttered nastily, her lips pulling into a small sneer. "Perhaps you ought to learn how to take a joke, mm? Now -- look at you, mon cher. You look a mess, what with the blood running down your face, and..." Oh, and there were the arms. Jane stifled a shudder and pulled a hand up to rub at her forehead, at a bit of a loss as how to best progress. A crowd had thus formed, and although the woman would never be opposed to putting on a show, she much preferred it when she was the one doing the initiating. She was not used to dealing with people like this, and now that she indeed found herself at odds with one, her mind had become foggy.

So, she pulled out of the back of her mind whatever was simplest: at the present, a distraction was what she needed, in the form of one of her treacherous hexes. A determined look fell onto Jane's face as she braced herself, one hand clenching into a fist, while the other drifted up and pointed directly at Suki.

"You really ought to learn to mind your manners. I was keen on helping you to the nurse's office, being the gracious soul that I am, but... Based on your foul behavior, my kind spirit seems to have abandoned ship. It's too bad, really. Ahah... Anyway, Tako-chan, I'd like to ask you to stand still for a moment. The spells work best on compliant targets," Jane said almost earnestly, furthermore taking a few steady breaths as if to prepare for the recital of whatever incantation she had stashed up her sleeve.

[drdescent]

APPS OPEN | DR: DESCENT

~APPS ARE OPENING TODAY!~

You’re free falling into the depths of dejection. Familiar faces are torn away from your trembling grasp. Soon you find yourself in isolation; even death is sweeter than your fate. Welcome to DanganRonpa: Descent.

ENROLL|RULES|MODS

[shslmajo]

{ repetition ↔ ran onodera }

[yukinadare-deactivated20170617]

Ships passing in the night often don’t meet by crashing into one another portside, but as fate would have it, it somehow seemed predestined that Ran Onodera would experience her greatest meetings in this way. She was still such an inexperienced sailor in the sea of life, and still with little bearings on her sea legs, often times found herself knee deep in situations such as these. What notion that ran through her conscious told her she would make the transition between her morning history lesson to her free period without incident? When something can go wrong, it will. 

Today was no exception.

Like the historic sinking of the Titanic on its maiden voyage, Ran found herself a predestined appointment with the floor. Perhaps it wasn’t the seafloor as was that of the ship in metaphoric question, but that was besides the point. With an unceremonious thud against the cold tile, both the girl and the books in her arms met with gravity with a pained grimace spread across their features. Poor King Solomon and Aleister Crowley! 

"Yes I am fine, but perhaps you ought to keep those clumsy feet of yours under more vigilant surveillance. Who knows what they’re capable of without supervision. For all you know, there may be victims of such serial tripping sprees across the globe because of your neglectful eye."

Was there a hint of passive-aggressive sarcasm in her voice? Naturally, but when was there not? Ran was not the type to hold such childish occurrences against others, considering that she herself was not one who was above such immature activities. Considering the lack of malice that Ran failed to hear in her fruitless attempt of an apology, the girl did her best to regain her footing, only to find a numbing sharpness in her left knee. Perhaps her impact on the ground was a little harder than she originally thought.

Regardless of the pain, Ran stood back up onto her feet and bent down to pick up the copies of text that sat on the ground. She glanced up to the other black-clad student as she gathered her materials.

"Do you often come along and trip students in the hallway, or was it just a whimsy of your feet this morning? They certainly were determined to ensure someone was going to become intimate with the floor."

[shslmajo]

Bang! Bang! Bang! The sharp clatter of an armful of books rang through the air, and the sound made a peculiar fire light in Jane's heart, her passion for situations such as these adamantly sincere. They spilled across the dingy floor of the hallway like paint on a canvas, terribly intentional; masterfully artistic. An almost childishly gleeful smile spread across her face as the sophisticated white haired women went cascading to the floor alongside her reading materials. Whether it was for the rush of almost divine power she felt, or perhaps the mere humor of the circumstances, one thing was quite sure: there was almost nothing in the world which Jane Doe loved more than playing silly tricks on innocent passers by. 

"I'm so ~ so happy that you managed to survive such a nasty fall, sweetheart!" Jane chirped, eyes later going a bit wide at the woman's followup warning. "...E-eh?! Worldwide tripping sprees, huh...? Why, I'd never want to be the cause for something as tragic as that. I'm really grateful, Hane-san, for the heads up! I'll make sure to keep them in line from now on."

Rather than hastily bending over to help the stranger pick up her scattered books, Jane sank to a crouch, leaning back on her heels to observe the woman patiently. She watched as she struggled to a stand, noting an apparent difficult somewhere along the line. The pink haired woman stood in time with her new aquaintance, default expression unchanging. She swayed forward and backward on her toes, hands clasped behind her back. She was already quite enjoying the company of her elegant new friend. 

"Although my feet are a little whimsical, I had certainly never intended for something so terrible to happen to you, Hane-san," Jane said abruptly, pouting visibly. Although her face read of remorse, her tone was about as far from contrite as was humanly possible. She shortly jerked her hand upwards to cover her mouth, where she giggled away relentlessly. "Intimate with the floor? Nyahah! You're an awfully silly girl, aren't you? Have you got a name?" 

[shslmajo]

{ repitition ↔ suki }

[shslexperiment]

Suki hadn’t really been paying any attention to her surroundings at all as she walked though the halls. Sure people were staring and such, as always, but she was getting used to it after a while. If someone cruelly decided to push her, there wasn’t that much she could do about it. Just let whatever happen happen, and hope it was for the best. Still, she just wanted to get back to her dorm room as quickly as possible, and back to studying. 

All that was intruded when without warning, Suki’s face made hard contact with the ground. Her reflexes were never really that good, and she would have rather hit her face then her arms in those few seconds. At least that wouldn’t hurt as much, as well as being spared the sensation of tasting the ground. Suki just lay there moaning softly for a good minute before she rolled over and sat up. Her nose was bright red, definitely bloody, possibly even broken. All she gave in acknowledgement of the pain was a few pitiful sniffs, her eyes downcast.

Oh some girl wanted to help? Or… something. She couldn’t really tell, with her head still ringing. At least, Suki hoped they were there to help, and not the one who tripped her. She stood up before the girl could have any chance to offer a hand. “M-my face r-really hurts… i-is it ok? D-do I look ok?” Suki hesitated in touching her own face. If there was blood there, getting it on her arms would be even worse. “I t-think I need to g-go to the nurse… p-please? W-will you help?

[shslmajo]

Though she may not have been an especially altruistic person, Jane at least fancied herself to be logical, when push came to shove. It was because of this that she had always hesitated to feel any mercy at all for those who failed to watch where they were going while walking through the busy hallways. Distractions were distractions, and she understood that, but could she really justify apologizing for tripping individuals who had, with all due respect, had it coming to them? It was perhaps the simplest tenant of all that one needed to keep their heels and toes in order in a setting such as this, and if they failed to do so, Jane would simply refuse to feel guilt over any sour outcomes which came of her pranks and fooling around. 

This was all well and good, although this situation in particular was... A bit different from most, needless to say. Though everything happened in a bit of a blur, and the woman had been inclined to do a double take -- no, a triple take -- she was quite sure that her eyes were not playing tricks on her. Indeed, the young woman whom Jane had just sent hurdling towards the ground... had tentacles for arms. Beet red and quite sizable, with what appeared to be well working suckers and a porous, sticky surface. 

But her mother had always taught her not to stare!

"Oh, what an oaf I am! Knocking people over left and right. I wonder if I'll ever learn my lesson, mm?" Jane pondered, clearly quite far from paying any penance for her deeds, though having just enough shame to at least admit her actions to the poor woman.

Jane began to offer her hand to the fallen girl, though she quickly pulled it back -- loathe as she was to admit such a thing, the state of the stranger's arms had her feeling a bit out of sorts. As the woman stood up, she tried her very best not to stare. She was not entirely successful, and the sight of a bloodied nose only made the scene more repugnant. It hadn't been Jane's intention to cause her any harm, but...

"Ah... ahah! I wouldn't mind a bit, sweetheart," Jane stammered uneasily, biting her tongue and sticking a hand out. This was no time to be fussy! "Take my hand, Tako-chan, I've have you taken care of before you can say 'mollusks'!" she said with a halfhearted wink. Her attempt at humor was perhaps not the most tasteful of responses.

[shslmajo]

{ repitition ↔ yeong-ji bae }

[shslesports]

Yeong-Ji Bae had always been one to ignore physical training in favor of stomping kids in solo queue. Beating people ruthlessly on the internet was one of the Korean’s favorite activities, everything from the highlight plays only known to him and his hapless victims (and give or take fifteen thousand or so people watching him stream) to the feeling of smug satisfaction after the fact.

Watching people get angry on the internet was one of his favorite pastimes.

However, that didn’t do much once he stepped away from his chair, from his screen, from his life. Classes were boring and tedious. He had job security lined up until he needed to retire. Being the most famous professional video gamer came with perks - modeling came with other perks. Ah, yes, modeling. But only in front of a camera. No runways for the clumsy Yeong-Ji Bae.

So at first, he wasn’t sure who tripped him. Was it himself, stumbling over his own feet (clad in fashionable wear, he would add, expensive, too) or did that weird girl trip him? Well, her cries were certainly answering his question.

He grimaced, standing up and brushing off his jeans - not that there was much of anything to brush off.

"What the fuck, are there even janitors here? These floors are literally so dirty, holy shit, I think I’m gonna die."

He stopped mumbling to himself long enough to shoot the pink-haired stranger a callous frown.

"Oh, so you did trip me. Yeah, thanks for that. These jeans probably cost more than your life, actually, so…”

He let himself trail off as though the ending to that sentence had already been said, left to linger in the air before Yeong-Ji picked up where he left off. He folded his arms.

"I’m fine."

Didn’t you say you were going to die?

"I’m not actually gonna die, incase you’re too stupid to realize that? Uh…”

He looked away, arms still tightly folded, unmoving. Expecting an apology. Maybe a little brush off his shoes. It wasn’t like he could actually see any dust on the floor, it was more that he felt the dust on the floor. Which was, essentially, him bullshitting an overreaction, hoping it would pay off in some way. Who knows, maybe this girl was capable of being decent.

"Why are you dressed like you’re Amish?"

God knows Yeong-Ji wasn’t.

[shslmajo]

Jane Doe had always been especially fond of badgering folks who fit into clear-cut, concise personality archetypes. Things were simpler when she could decide ahead of time what she thought about them, without having to go to the trouble of genuine, heartfelt observations. Besides, wasn't it more fun that way? Making believe like the people whom she met were as flat and lucid as her paper dolls filled Jane with a peculiar feeling of fancifulness, as though life really was as droll as the fairytales made it out to be.

When it came to said archetypes, there were a few basics under which most people had a place. There were bookworms, social butterflies, meatheads, scary, stone-faced gremlins... And perhaps most exciting of all were the divas. 

They were the type who had seemingly been born with an ingrained sense of entitlement. You were simply wrong, and they were simply right -- it was as easy as that. And, as had occurred to the woman as of late, nothing added more ardent fuel to her soul's rumbling flame than kicking said people down and out of the perpetual spotlights which they seemed to carry wherever their blessed feet might take them. 

"Heavens, me? Trip you? Aaa-hah-ah!" Jane cackled, throwing her head back and holding no reservations as she rose her voice magnificently. She had quieted down nearly as quickly as the roaring laughter had begun, clearing her throat once, quite daintily. 

"How could you accuse me of something so awful, dollface? I was only walking, after all. Besides... Do you really expect me to believe that those tattered rags are your trousers? They look more like denim unmentionables, to me! Ratty ones, at that," Jane hummed, a smug grin on her face as she waltzed towards the boy. When she was close enough, she leaned towards his ear, lifting one hand before whispering, "I mean to imply that you look like a streetwalker, Yūjo-kun."

This one did have quite the mouth on him. Perhaps that was what had stopped Jane from casting a quick and bothersome wart-growing hex on his boy and getting along with her day. No, such an especially crude young man deserved much more! Jane felt the bottom of her eye twitch, and she clasped her hands before herself patiently, ignoring his comment on her clothing for all it was worth. She would pay the snide opinion someone with that sort of taste no mind. 

"You know, my dear, it may be wise of you to watch that tongue of yours. You never know what sort of wood nymphs and tricky little imps may be roaming just under your nose. They don't take too kindly to boys and girls who speak with profanity, especially in the schoolplace. I only say so for your own good, of course -- it's no skin off of my back if they decide to turn you into a hog!" 

[shslmajo]

{ repitition ↔ tokaji uzaki }

[shsl-bombastic-deactivated20150]

Tokaji emerges from his dorm room in an uncharacteristically ragged state, no doubt from spending the past couple of days working on explosives. His only breaks were for using the bathroom and cigarette breaks. In fact, the only reason he was out and about at this moment was because he had run out of nitroglycerin; the terrorist planned to plunder the school laboratory’s stock and continue his work there. With a duffel bag of volatile crafts in hand and alcohol in his veins, Tokaji set off to do just that.

Or he would, had a rather fetching lady with a thinly veiled look of mischief on her face not stuck her foot in his path. Something as trivial as this would normally never catch a trained soldier off guard, but unfortunately this one’s extended labour had dulled his senses. Twisting his body so that his back would land against the floor, Tokaji held his bag as high up as he could. He did not wish to be responsible for blowing up an entire school wing, nor did he feel like dying today. It would seem he would have to bear the embarrassment of falling for such a puerile trick, however.

"It would take more than falling for a beauty to put me in bad shape, miss. You need not worry about me. I suggest keeping such pranks to a minimum in the future, however. As endearing as it is coming from a lady such as yourself, it could come back to bite you when your victims are carrying deadly cargo like I am.

Just some friendly advice.”

[shslmajo]

Generally speaking, Jane had almost no reservations when it came to selecting the victims of her perpetual boredom. This situation, of course, rang just the same as numerous had before. Although the sight of the stranger falling to the floor had been made especially humorous based on his rather macho appearance, it did cause the slightest bit of apprehension to flare up in the woman's head. It's fine, she quickly assured herself, brushing the worry away. She had the furies looking after her, after all -- with her hexes quickly at the ready at no more than a moment's notice, Jane was able to face life feeling utterly unafraid.

A treacherous laugh fell from her lips at the dry bit of humor which came from the man. Jane's shoulders shook violently as she doubled over, cackling away for a good space of time before, all at once, she stopped. The woman abruptly straightened up, a pleasant grin still on her face, though the laughter had cut out altogether. There was no reason to dwell on events which had come to pass! She tilted her head curiously at his suggestion.

"Advice, for me? How generous of you, Hebi-kun!" Jane chortled, hands clasped together before her. "...Tell me, were you expecting to be targeted like that? You handled the fall so well; such an elegant landing! You must be protecting something very precious in that bag of yours," the woman pondered, taking a step or two closer to him to lean down and inspect the bag for herself. It seemed quite ordinary, and she decided to let it be for now. Instead, she extended her hand, rather as an offering of peace.

"Here, darling, let me help you up! That was quite a nasty fall you took, a nasty fall indeed. Where ever are you off to in such a hurry, eh?"

[shslmajo]

shsl-bombastic said: Would reply but length too bomb /drafts

rajib i don't give a fuck about length ok

you could reply with 2 words and i would b so fine with it; u have no idea how thirsty i am for replies rn 

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[shslmajo]

{ repitition ↔ open starter }

Wake up at six forty five am, on the dot. Leave the dormitory at seven thirty. Study until five, give or take a minute or two. Return to home base, make a stop at the convenience store on the way. Shower at seven. Sleep at ten. Shampoo, rinse, repeat: though some may choose to argue this fact, there’s really nothing wrong with sticking to an unchanging agenda. Such a strict, menial schedule might grow tiresome for some folks, but it is an undeniable fact that success is rooted in routine. Through repetition and discipline, a human might find solace in their life taking on a steady rhythm.

That was the sort of humdrum Jane's mother had always told her, and it put a foul taste in her mouth. Jane did not want success. She wanted excitement. 

Although Jane Doe knew that her specified talent had nothing to do with fortune telling, she did know that she would drink four glasses of water on any given day, use the restroom at approximately half past three, eat a dinner which would leave her just a bit too full, and worsen the ordeal with a bowl of boxed strawberry pudding just before bed. This peculiar feeling of expectancy had almost haunted her as of late, and as her eyes trailed over the many unmoving heads of her classmates, she felt almost sad.

So, of course, there was just one thing to do. She would need to create excitement. It was a simple solution, really, and Jane wondered what had stopped her from thinking of it sooner!

Her eyes fell upon the person nearest to her current vicinity -- they were just your average student, making their way hastily through the school's winding hallways, likely on their way to someplace quite important. Perfect. She approached them without hesitation, a wolfish grin on her face as she lifted her hand to wave in greeting, and simultaneously her left foot -- it jutted out at just the right time, causing the stranger's foot to catch and send them flying to the ground. Jane's eyebrows shot up in feigned guilt.

"Oh my god!" she shouted, one hand lifting to her mouth to conceal the joyous grim which had spread across her lips as a response. "I'm so sorry, mea dulces, what ever has gotten into me? These clumsy feet of mine are always getting in the way; what a bother. Are you quite alright?"

[shslseitokaicho-deactivated2014]

All Nighter [ Open RP - shslmajo ]

[shslseitokaicho-deactivated2014]

Kame? Did…did she just call him a turtle? Kuroi carefully sat up, the books scattering everywhere as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to figure out what she said. He paused for a bit as he thought about it, before his eyes lit up. 

"You’re thinking of…the letter ‘e’, right?"

[shslmajo]

Why did he seem so surprised? Jane personally thought the nickname to be quite well suited -- she only hoped it hadn't offended her new acquaintance. Turtles were perfectly well and good, the way she saw it, and to be compared to one ought to have been taken as nothing but a compliment. Despite this, Jane reminded herself that not everyone had been raised with the same set of central tenants as she had.

Her eyebrows show up when the male inexplicably replied with the correct answer, and before long, the woman was jumping up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. It must have looked quite peculiar, what with her rather old-fashioned wardrobe choices, but her fervor at the great feat of riddle-solving was quite real nonetheless.

"Ah, Jane is -- I am so proud of you, you're absolutely correct! What a smart boy; I knew I made the right decision in challenging you," the girl trilled, hustling over to remove the spectacles from her own face and place them on the boy's. "Here you are, my pet. A reward for answering my riddle so nicely."

[shslmajo]

{ late night rendezvous - scratch }

[shslrebels]

Scratch walked across the sidewalk, both of his hands inside of his pocket and casually making his way down to his destination. He could barley see his own feet, but the dim lighting from the street lamps was at least giving him something to actually see into the darkness. He was currently blasting music through his headphones, his electronic visor telling him the time and any incoming messages. The place was quite errie, but it didn’t really affect Scratch as he was just walking along the sidewalk, trying to find his way towards his destination.

A few minutes later into his walk, something interesting happened. He could see something a few yards away… Another person? Scratch couldn’t see the figure quite clearly, as the lighting was masking her entire figure, but he could tell this was some sort of girl. He took out his phone, lowering down his music and listened to the girl. Scratch shrugged at her and spoke with an over relaxed voice.

“Yo my sister. I don’t really care if stuff be lurking around the streets, I can defend myself. Also, my mysterious friend, unless you like pocket change, that is all I got.” Scratch started to walk in a slow pace, trying to get a better look at the girl and continued talking, “I’m gonna go to the arcade, gonna be playin’ all night with my bros and bras,”

[shslmajo]

Jane trotted over to the stranger without hesitation. She hadn't seen him around the campus before, and if she was being perfectly honest, he didn't seem the type who would be easily forgotten on a face-only basis. He did appear a bit... out there. That was fine, Jane thought, as she was always glad to meet someone and judge them by means of appearance first and foremost. Shallow as she may have been, nine times out of ten, her initial opinions had rung true. So she smiled at the man slyly, tilting her head a bit in curiosity at his peculiar apparel and stance. The woman had a feeling she was in for a real treat, and this notion only increased once the boy began to speak.

"Hee!" Jane chortled gaudily into her hand, shoulders shaking a bit. "I don't doubt that you could, my dear, not for a moment," the woman assured him, reaching forward to offer a quick pat on the cheek. The motion may have been seen as peculiarly intimate, but the woman was merely being friendly, as was typical of her. Her eyes opened a bit wider when he mentioned the arcade. "Ah, is that so? A place meant for... video gaming, is it not? I can't say I'm very well versed in that area of study, you'll have to forgive me. What sort of activities do you plan on taking part in?"

Jane was a bit embarrassed, frankly -- she had never been very knowledgeable when it came to any sort of technology. Her mother had always frowned upon the usage of that sort of thing, and although the prospect may have always fascinated her, it was an unspoken rule around her household that to take part in that sort of heresy would result in something very bad -- something which Jane didn't care to think about, not in the slightest. Despite this... she had been freed from those constraints when she joined this lavish academy, and the woman yearned to learn more about the expansive world from which she had been protected for so long. 

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{ late night rendezvous - kazue seirei }

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Ordinary, just as any other day in this pretentious facility that was constantly filled with the detestable crowd. Kazue enjoyed the tranquil nights when there was none to disturb him but the thoughts of his own. No one to call him bizarre when he mentioned what he was known for and what he had come to know himself. He saw the good and bad in everyone but they all had their demons, their times when they wanted nothing more than to inflict harm upon others. He had his own fair share. But his were public and theirs was not, and in that fact alone, they assumed the right to judge him and to label him.

Such is the way of life and he knew better than to look down upon others for that very fact. Hate was a dangerous emotion, and one that he chose not to toy with lightly. Instead, he relieved himself of any negativity by indulging in these nightly walks, free of any commotion and emotion. That, of course, was quickly interrupted by the voice of another. One whose sound, he thought, was filled with a morbid curiousity and a thirst for mischief. Oh bother.

Turning to see who exactly had addressed someone like him when many dared not to, he was left unsurprised. She was unique, yes, almost rightfully so but the fact that there were so many different students made it less of an impact. Even still, this one seemed interesting and dangerous all at the same time. It made him wary, but it also made him eager to see what she was all about.

"Unfortunately, those words can be said the same about you. I don’t feel the need to take safety advice from another, much less someone smaller than I," as he took the liberty to wave her off and made his way with no real direction in mind.

"No where in particular."

He didn’t even take the time to see if she was following him, nor did he care to. He sure walked slow enough for her to. Company was something he never really had the skill in keeping, neither was a conversation. But if he listened closely, he thought he could hear the voices of someone’s inner demons.

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Jane paced along the pavement with a certain skip to her step, delighted to have found someone to focus her attention on for the time being. There was no way to guarantee that this person would hold it for very long, as she did have the quiet tendency of growing uninterested in even the least of blasé things rather quickly -- It was more of an ailment than an asset, but the woman supposed she ought to settle with personal vices such as those unless she had any intention of actively changing them. Her gaze flickered back to the man, and she mulled him over quietly, a snakelike grin settling on her face.

He was dressed peculiarly, Jane thought, but reconsidered her judgement -- she was really a fine one to be talking! Instead she inspected his complexion, his stance, and tried to read his aura as best she could. He was a tall, narrow man, and his pale hair and eyes gave an almost anemic appearance. Narrowing her eyes in concentration, the woman let out a quiet puff of indignation at how difficult she was finding it to read his ambience. She would let it slide, for now. She stepped closer, not allowing her momentary frustration to get the better of her.

"Ah, darling, don't be silly," Jane chuckled, her pitchy voice ringing harshly through the still nighttime air. "I've no reason to be frightened. The spirits are looking after me quite nicely this evening. The little nymphs that frolic through the cattails; the pixies that sleep inside of morning lilies," the woman explained. "All it took was a simple incantation to request as much from them -- they're an agreeable sort, you know?"

Jane quickened her pace so that she was walking next to the strange man rather than behind him, and she turned to watch him with the same artful expression that typically dressed her face once they were side by side. She was curious about this boy, to say the least -- she was willing to offer him the benefit of the doubt. 

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{ late night rendezvous - open starter }

It was a simple evening on the campus of Hope’s Peak, one without much to be said aside from the obvious: the sky was black as pitch, the air was dewy and sweet, and the grass and pavement were darkened from the recent rainfall. However, in a place such as Hope’s Peak, even a quiet night such as this could be transformed into something much more dire in a matter of minutes. With such a high concentration of extraordinary children, it was unavoidable: things would get rowdy every once in a while. There was simply no avoiding it. 

Jane Doe found herself strolling along one of the dampened stretches of sidewalk, hands clasped together gently before her. She tilted her head as she walked, left and right, left and right, like perfectly synchronized clockwork. She was, without a doubt, the image of boredom. It was during times like these that mayhem tended to break out most often, she supposed, when people like herself would hit their breaking point and do something to cause a bit of a stir.

Just when she was about to lose hope, though, she saw something quite promising.

"...You, over there. What are you doing out so late?" Jane called out sharply, her form still mostly masked by the dim lighting.

"You know, it's unsafe to wander around at nighttime without first informing the administrators. What if there had been something quite dangerous lurking around? You must be more cautious, lest you'd enjoy having your pockets forcibly emptied. Where are you off to?"

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✐ hey lil mama lemme whisper in ya ear (if you have space to only of course)

i took this opportunity and i f*cking ran with it i’m so sorry   lmao /// // / /

[shslmajo]

lynne, that girl is

a black goat hissed, 

"please don't stand beyond the white line, 

as the dark gray train is passing by."

tremendously peculiar

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All Nighter [ Open RP - shslmajo ]

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Kuroi heard the word “glasses” and his head had poked out from under the pile of books, still squinting at the blob of a person who he just realized is a female student.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure, whatever you say just give me my glasses back."

He didn’t really pay attention to what she had said, he just wanted his vision back. It was very irritating to him that he can’t see shit and that everything was literally a blur. 

[shslmajo]

Jane peered down at the black haired man, chuckling lowly as his disgruntled head poked out from the fallen pile of books, looking remarkably like a turtle. She briefly considered helping the boy to his feet, but quickly reconsidered: it was much more enjoyable to merely watch his struggles from her vantage point a meter or so away. Pacing in a quiet circle with her heeled boots, the riddle appeared in Jane's mind as if out of the blue.

"I'm glad that you've chosen to accept the challenge, Kame-kun. It takes real guts to willingly consent to something like this, mm? Ahah, anyway... Here's your riddle, mon cher." Jane grinned, took a deep breath, and began the heartfelt exposé. "It's the beginning of eternity, and the end of time and space. The beginning of the end; the end of every race. What am I thinking of?" the woman asked carefully, her voice sugary sweet, but the look on her face telling a much more sinister tale.

Jane adjusted the glasses which sat on the brim of her nose thoughtfully, watching and listening closely for the man's response.