Kirakira~!

Motive 1 ♡ Open

shsldollartisan:

“You could say that. I’m the Super High School Level Doll Artisan, you see.”

Normally, Minako would offer to take Ururu’s hand, but that would probably just scare her off again. She did seem to be warming up a little, though, thankfully.

“I know how important fashion can be. I make all the outfits for my dolls, so I have to make sure to keep up with certain trends for the more fashion-forward ones. I prefer more old-fashioned dress, though, personally. I model quite a bit of my outfits after antique dolls I come across.”

To most, Minako would have just felt like she was stating the obvious. It wasn’t so much that she intended to look so much a doll, it was just there was so much to admire about dolls, especially western antique ones. The way they perfectly captured the beauty and femininity of their time- it was important to preserve that.

“Do you make your own outfits for your performances?“

Minako was aware how strange it was to try and make polite conversation after what just happened, but it wasn’t exactly to her advantage to be seen as that girl. Especially not here.

Of course she made dolls. It was too perfect. All she needed now was a penchant for singing nursery rhymes and she could go for ‘Super High School Level Horror Movie Ghost’ instead.

Still, dolls were pretty cute.

“Oh... I see. I don’t think I could pull that style off, b-but it certainly suits you.” How would her fans react if they saw Ururu in such old-fashioned clothes...? Well, some of them might be into it anyway. Even if they were her style. they’d probably be hard to dance in, so with any luck she’d never have to find out.

At Minako’s question she faltered -- did Ururu really look that crafty? Sure, she didn’t just wear any old thing, but making a dress, herself, from scratch sounded near impossible.

“Well, I...” Admitting that, however, sounded kind of lame. But the prospect of lying to this girl was enough to send a chill down her spine, so she decided against it. “I can’t do anything like that, but I try to personalize them. Uniqueness is... vital to my work, after all. I’m impressed that you can make clothes at all, even for dolls...”

#anon #THANK YOU #you're so sweet!#Anonymous

You'll be okay, Ururu!! I don't think anyone would want to kill you, you're so adorable and kind!!

“Some people aren’t so... merciful. But thank you.”

♫ Fate of the World ♫ {Motive 1 - Open}

#blackfin #fate of the world

shslluchador:

Blackfin was getting kinda used to this reaction. Yeah he’d get the occasional “how much does this guy weigh” when he was out and about but this was the first situation where people were really getting jumpy around him. Rightfully so, he guessed. But this one he’d especially seemed to have given the jibblies.

“Yeah, I’m not really in the killin’ people business. You’re good around me, cous.” The girl just kinda… gawked at him now. What was her problem, had she never seen a 7 foot masked wrestler walking around?

“Uh… hey you want some help picking this stuff up? I’m just gonna…” He briefly considered handing the bike off to her but decided against it. She said she didn’t know how to ride it after all, what use did she have for it? Nonchalantly, he tossed it off to the side and knelt down to start picking up cup-o-noodles.

“By the way, I’m Blackfin! From Wrestling!” Maybe she was… familiar with him? Maybe that’d help put her at ease? Or… maybe not, because he was an evil asshole in all his public appearances. Didn’t think that one through.

This day had just gotten stranger and stranger. Were people just not quite as murderous as she thought they were? Or were they just more subtle about it? Either way this horrifying man seemed to be actually nice, as he was picking up her food without any prompting.

“Oh. Th... thank you.” Gosh, this was embarrassing. She should really have just gotten a bag or something, but it was too late for that now. The least she could do was shift around the items that were still in her arms, trying to make a more stable foundation for future snacks.

“R-right, of course. Blackfin. From wrestling. I know about that.” He said it pretty matter-of-factly, but Ururu had no idea who he was or why anyone watched wrestling. But he didn’t need to know that -- telling the truth might just hurt his feelings. “I’m Ururu Uru. I’m sorry to interrupt your, um...” She glanced back at the vending machine and the discarded bike he meant to throw at it. Gulp. “Your... shopping?”

shslcinderellaboy

Hurdle 1 ❄ Killer Croquette <Open>

#kaneto #killer croquette

shslcinderellaboy:

Forget he saw her? He rests his chin on his hand as he considers this request. Isn’t that really weird? When you forgot something, it was by accident, right? Or at the very least, it wasn’t intentional. To try and actually forget something didn’t make sense. In fact, when hearing ‘forget it’ all he can think of is… thinking about it more.

Anyway, it was hard to ignore someone who was right there standing nearby.

“Well. Alright then. Like I said then, we’re good.”

The girl doesn’t seem all that talkative so he guesses that means he has to do the talking here. That’s not too bad; he’s good enough at that but she just doesn’t seem to want to be here at all. If she just wants to leave that’s fine too, it’s not like he’ll keep a stranger around for no reason. Still, her silence is all the more reason to observe her and when her eyes seem to find the doughnuts he took this as a silent message.

He crosses over to the area briskly ignoring her subtle steps towards it, picks up a package and, with the grace only Kaneto can muster… throws it at her. Unfortunately, his throwing arm is perhaps a bit too good as rather than throw it towards it her he more throws it at her and it softly katonks off her face.

Oops.

Well that’s not going to make relations with the fearful phone girl go any better.

“Er. Sorry ‘bout that. Guess I don’t know my own strength. You okay?”

Good... they were good. Good. That was the best reaction she could have hoped for, and now she could just grab her food in silence and leave. No problem. Feeling a little more confident, she started to turn towards her sweets of choice when--

“Eep!”

She let out a squeak as the donuts collided softly with her face and then landed on the floor beside her. It wasn’t painful at all, simply surprising, but after a second or two the hot embarrassment set in. Was she supposed to believe that was an accident?! He didn’t even say ‘catch!’ or ‘watch out for your face!’ or anything like that! Just lobbed them at her like a softball! So much for being ‘good’.

Despite the look on her face, she was still hoping to keep some composure. “N-no... I’m fine.” With a sniff she crouched and retrieved the donuts (which were not at all damaged from their fall thank goodness) and stood again, although her eyes didn’t leave the floor. “Thank you.” Jerk!

Motive 1 ♡ Open

shslnetidol:

shsldollartisan:

Minako watched the girl shrink away curiously, her eyes taking on that archetypal deer-caught-in-headlights gaze. Of course she didn’t want this girl to be so frightened of her, but there really didn’t seem to be any helping that. Besides, Minako had grown too accustomed to this exact reaction.

“You seem to be in a rush to get somewhere. Perhaps I should accompany you~? I can’t really promise protection, but regardless it’s pretty dangerous to travel alone considering our… circumstances.”

Her offer was one part a genuine offer of companionship and two parts wishing to learn more about the girl. The way she nervously scuttled about was oddly endearing, and her dainty, somewhat charming appearance almost made Minako feel guilty for intimidating her so intensely. Almost.

“So you’re an idol. That seems fitting~ I bet you have lots of adorable, luxurious outfits, just like a collectible fashion doll.”

And you’re every bit as fragile, it seems.

There was no way out of this, was there? This girl was persistent! But if she was going to be forced into a possible murderer’s company... she should try not to get on her bad side. She’d have to endure it for now -- just try to focus on the cute face...

“Um... okay. If you insist. I’m was going to the convenience store...” As they walked Ururu pulled out her phone and checked it out of habit, but unfortunately not even the internet could save her now. Not only did she have to stay here, she had to actually engage in conversation. Her life was so hard. At least the conversation wasn’t a bad one.

..“...yes. It’s important for an idol to be fashionable. And I try to have a new outfit for every show.” It was a bit strange talking about her idol life in person, but not unpleasant. Actually it was giving her a little confidence -- yeah! She was like a fashion doll! Not collectable but whatever! “Do you... like dolls?”

#ooc #thank you for saying so!#maybe she'll come out of that shell someday #it's a mystery #Anonymous

You're so sweet! Hopefully you can come out of that shell at one point!

“S-sweet? Um, thank you. Still, I don’t think I can...”

shsl-dreaminterpreter-blog

♫ Fate of the World ♫ {Motive 1 - Open}

Oh, right. There was an apocalypse going on somewhere. However, it wasn’t every day that she could meet a net idol like LU♥LU, especially in a weird place like this. It was certainly a bittersweet feeling that the girl felt, an emotion that could be further defined as chipper yet glum because of the potential moment that she could be murdered in cold blood. Yuuna took in a deep breath as she came to her senses. Well, if she needed a survival buddy, she was glad she could personally get to know one of the Internet’s most popular net idols! That would definitely be interesting!

She spoke as she returned some of the ramen her new friend dropped.

“Of course! I really do enjoy your shows online, LU♥LU. I’m glad it was you I ran into and not someone who want determined to actually kill someone like Monobear and Monomi wanted.”

“All of this is so scary…I really hope nobody will actually go through with this…There must be some sort of way out!”

#yuuna #first stage #MY WIFE

This... Yuuna was a fan, and she was giving her ramen back? And she was being so kind even after they’d been told to kill each other. What a nice girl...!

“An angel...” she said, aloud but under her breath, before she realized what a weird thing that would be to say. As soon as it hit her Ururu clamped her mouth shut and looked at the back of her one of her chip bags with sudden, remarkable interest. Way to make a fool of herself again... nutrition facts, huh...

But even if it was embarrassing, she shouldn’t just shut Yuuna out. She was still not nearly as horrified as she should be, Ururu thought, but she felt like she owed it to her to be a little more talkative. If she couldn’t escape her classmates, she could at least hang around the good ones.

“I-I hope so too. But... Monobear and Monomi...“ she mused, shrinking a little at the thought of the things. Their designs were so cute, too... wasted potential. “Why would someone do this? There must be a reason...”

♫ Fate of the World ♫ {Motive 1 - Open}

shslluchador-blog1

So, looting was cool now, right? Blackfin had teeeechnically taken some coffee without confirming before, but coffee’s pocket change for a cup, no one cared about that. If Blackfin were to, say, break into a vending machine to procure some orangey drank, the vending machine company wouldn’t come after him? Bonobear did say no one was coming for them.

So it was cool! Yeeeeah. Now all he had to do was get into the vending machine… Hm, but there was the problem. He didn’t even know how you opened one of those things. Was there a key? Or a password, or a…

Man! Who cares! Blackfin wasn’t a thinking man, Blackin was a DRINKIN’ man! Orange soda drinkin’! Or at least he was gonna be! He was getting into that vending machine one way or the other! Let’s see… A bike! That should work. Just throw a bike at it should crack right open. Hoisting one of the bicycles up, Blackfin wound up to throw it and-

Eek!

Woahgh-oh! Someone yelped. And then a bunch of noodle cups came clattering to the ground! And there was also a person! Blackfin’s torso jacked around, clutching the bike to his chest. Oh! Oh someone just dropped some stuff. Booring, he thought his life was in mortal danger for a second. (wait no that was bad)

Don’t… kill her she said?

“What? Oh. Uh, okay, I won’t,” he said noncommittally.

It was someone he hadn’t talked to yet. Her face didn’t really ring a bell either. His first instinct was to get down to help her but… he still had the bicycle. Well, it’d be a shame to waste it. Maybe that could be his olive branch for giving her a spook. “Hey, you want this bike? It’s not mine but… I don’t think it’s anybody’s.”

#blackfin #fate of the world

Jesus Christ Ururu had encountered a real life super villain. For maybe the fourth time that day her life flashed before her eyes; it was REALLY it this time, she was gonna be a background character taken out by this giant Fishman and his bicycle projectile. She’d be ‘Girl #3′ in the credits.

“AaaAAAAあああああ-- w-wait, y-you won’t?” He... wasn’t going to kill her? That was... easy. He seemed pretty earnest about it, too... confusion overtook her fear and she just stared up at the masked man with her mouth hanging open, scattered snacks forgotten.

“Y-your bike??” Ururu looked at the bike in his arms, and back at the chips in her own, then back at the bike. He was trying to give it to her...? But why? She didn’t really want it, honestly, for a number of reasons but one in particular. “I, um... I don’t know how to ride it...”

♫ Fate of the World ♫ {Motive 1 - Open}

nagisahonami-blog

After finally taking a breather and calming down, Nagisa had decided to stop by the Stop n Shop to see what they had available. They had yet ti explore the ship after all and was curious what it stocked. At first glance it seemed to be quite a quaint little store it was… Unfortunately it all seems to be stocked with garbage. Cheap products and low quality food, how disgusting. Is this what commoners ate on a regular basis? Nagisa almost felt bad for them, what a true tragedy this was.

Just as they were about to leave after fully judging the store and its contents, they heard a a small yelp and cups of food go tumbling to the ground. Turning around, Nagisa was surprised to see another one of his classmates there. Seemingly defending herself with a bag of chips…? Oh goodness gracious they must have scared the poor thing.

“Ah, I’m terribly sorry. You have my deepest apologies, I did not mean to startled you… Oh, there’s no need to be afraid. It’s alright, I wont hurt you…”

Their voice is soft and hushed, not wanting to further scare the girl any more. Although they was unsure if she would actually believe them or not, but they hoped it would calm her down some. Plus it’s not like he actually had anything to harm her with. What was he going to do? Threaten her with a can of soup? Ridiculous.

“I don’t believe we’ve met yet… I’m Nagisa Honami, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

#nagisa #fate of the world

Oh... well, this person didn’t seem like they wanted to murder her. Actually, they were talking to Ururu like she was a frightened child; she might feel condescended to, but she had screamed and begged them not to kill her in cold blood. So maybe a little gentle speech was warranted.

“O-oh... I’m sorry.” she spoke a little louder, trying to get her shoulders to un-tense. “I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything.” Not that she trusted tjem either, really -- it was very easy to pretend to be a kind, gentle person. But so far they seemed genuine enough, so she should still be able to take her leave without much trouble.

“I see, Honami-san. My name is Ururu Uru.” A faint noise caught her attention, and Ururu looked to the floor to see her fallen ramen cup slowly rolling down one of the isles. “I was just--” She didn’t want to look like a total idiot chasing after cup noodles, and her hands being full complicated the matter further, but watching it roll away hurt her very soul. She took a small side-step after it, trying to be subtle. “-- doing a little --” Another step. “-- shopping --”

Have you and Sayaka Maizono met? (ooc: sorry if this isn't in the same universe)

“I um… don’t know who that is, but I work solo, so… I apologize.”

#ooc #Anonymous #fan mail

Motive 1 ♡ Open

“Ah, wait-!”

Minako called after the girl rushing away, approaching her cautiously yet gently as if she were a frightened rabbit. Despite her rather unsettling outburst only minutes prior, she didn’t appear so threatening anymore.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting just yet. I’m Minako Fukumori, and you~?”

It was almost as if she was a completely different person from the girl laughing manically in the street. Though, the fact she was still so polite and eager despite the circumstances was unsettling enough. Sensing that the girl may still be too frightened to properly greet her, she extended her hand amiably in her direction.

“No need be worried. Do I really look like someone you should be so frightened of~?”

What the.. what was this personality switch? She was just going to act all cute like that Exorcist thing didn’t just happen?

Like Ururu was one to talk. She gulped. She had to admit, Minako was a cute-looking girl, but that fact wasn’t comforting her at all.

“I...I’m not frightened of you.” she lied, pulling lightly on the ends of her sleeves. “I just didn’t want to bother you. You looked... busy.” Busy being some otherworldly hellspawn. It must take up a lot of her time.

She physically recoiled away from Minako’s extended hand, but forced herself to at least stay put. “My name is Ururu Uru. I‘m the Super High School Level Net Idol.” She was reluctant to introduce herself, but she couldn’t really avoid it now without looking very, very suspicious. This plan wasn’t going well at all. “It’s a... pleasure to meet you, Fukumori-san.”

shslcinderellaboy

Hurdle 1 ❄ Killer Croquette <Open>

Perhaps it was wrong, but he briefly wondered if he was the only one silently cheering when Monomi got launched into the sky by a punch.

No…

Wait, wait, wait… everything needs to slow down a second… he was already pretty irked by the one stuffed animal with a stupid way of speaking, why did he have to deal with two? With a groan, he runs a stressed hand through his hair. Okay, so if he was processing this shit storm right… there are purifiers in the city and Murderbear’s going to shut them off one by one until… one of them kills each other?

He eyes the group around him with wary eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Most of these guys he’s confident he can take. If not take, then at least give a good run for their money. The fencer’s probably got skills. Big guy can crush his head if he gets close enough. The rugby guy… well, they’d almost already had a bit of a confrontation. If relations were tense then, they were only going to get worse from here on out.

The question was, who was going to act on it? He didn’t want to be a pessimist but he’d seen enough horrible people in the streets do godforsaken things in the name of selfishness. Some in the name of some sort of made-up chivalrous excuse. People were, for the most part, pretty terrible. He’d come to terms with that and it meant he had to be prepared. The apocalypse comment had almost slipped past him but the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. What did that mean? With all their security, the Shirousagis should be fine. He can hold down the fort here if they’re okay but… the what if hits him and it hits him hard.

There’s an urge to punch out either one of the plush toys or whatever they hell they are but he pockets his clenched hand instead.

“… Great, so there’s two evil fucking toys for the price of one. Just the bargain I didn’t ask for.”

He drives his heel into a sofa behind him and heaves a huge sigh. Damn it! That’s all he was thinking of. Just… damning Monobear. And Monobunny. No wait, Monomi. Damn both of them and this whole situation. Why hadn’t he seen an air purifier when he walked around before? … Well, he had no idea what they looked like anyway but he was frustrated.

No good. He had to calm himself down.

The doors are practically thudded through as Kaneto gets some much-needed fresh air. The Stop N Shop is close enough so that seems like a perfect place to hit. And hit it he does, opting to look through the supplies and sneak a couple of snacks into his pockets every now and again. The chimes clinkle as someone else enters and, rather than alarmed, he seems almost… calm.

“Yo, yo. Hey, as long as you don’t some stupid shit like try and attack me, I’d say we’re good.”

#kaneto #killer croquette

Ururu should have expected that someone else would want to get their end-of-the-world shopping out of the way. It seemed like the best course of action, after all. But couldn’t they at least have the decency to avoid eye contact and pretend she didn’t exist if they saw her?! She’d barely taken one step into the Stop N Shop and already someone was talking to her. Unfair!

“A-attack you?!” As if! Even if she was crazy enough to go after someone, it wouldn’t be this tall hunk of a model. He could probably kill her just by looking at her. Actually, she was starting to think that was already the case... dangerous. She should leave as soon as possible before her heart took any more damage.

“N-no, I’m... just getting a snack.” Or thirty. Her eyes darted to some packaged donuts, and she tried to inch closer to them while simultaneously being as stiff and nonthreatening as possible. If only she could just fall over and play dead like those cute goats in the videos... but that might draw even more attention, honestly. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. Please just... forget that you saw me.”

shsl-dreaminterpreter-blog

♫ Fate of the World ♫ {Motive 1 - Open}

“Ahh…! You’re…LU♥LU!!”

Yuuna dropped her stolen bike beside her as soon as her eyes met the internet idol’s. Hearing about whatever mutual killing was from the two strangely adorable robot animals was undoubtedly terrifying, and Yuuna wanted to grab her new STOLEN bike and some snacks before anyone else could. She expected that if she found someone else in the store with her, the situation could have potentially gone from bad to worse.

But…she found LU♥LU instead!! This…might have brought her spirits back up where they needed to be!! Yuuna gasped and brought her hands to cover her mouth. She stood there in silence for a moment before straightening out her clothes and introducing herself.

“I haven’t been following you for too long, but I’m a fan of your shows! I wanted to meet you one day, LU♥LU, but I didn’t ever think it would be like this…I’m Yuuna Mikami. Nice to meet you!!”

#yuuna #fate of the world

That was not the response the expected. Another...fan? Was that possible? Two people recognized her? Ururu looked around, as if there was maybe a carboard cutout of herself as LU♥LU behind her or something, but nope.

“Ah--I--” Yuuna also seemed to conveniently forget that Ururu had basically just accused her of being a potential murderer. Or maybe she didn’t notice? Thinking about it, she was weirdly chipper considering they’d just been informed of an apocalypse, but... at any rate, she’d better roll with it.

“T-thank you for being a fan. It’s nice to meet you too, Mikami-san.” Knowing that the girl in front of her was a fan made it easier to put on a smile; still, she was so flustered she could only watch as Yuuna gathered up her wayward ramen. “Or... I wish I could say that. This is all very... frightening.”

♫ Fate of the World ♫ {Motive 1 - Open}

shslappdeveloper-blog

Hiding in her room in times of trouble was something that Kayo was far too used to. Unfortunately, this seemed like the safest option given the circumstances. A locking door would be her best friend from now on. Planning on making this an in and out trip, she swung open the shop’s door and hurried inside…only to immediately be shrieked at.

“Eek!”

She mirrored her classmate’s yelp and threw her hands up above her head, ready for the assault.

“Sorry I scared you..! I was just! Coming in here to get a few days worth of food so I–…Hauwha…?”

Behind the supply of chips was Ururu, and she thought that Kayo…was going to kill her? Oh dear, did she really look that menacing? Her hands found their familiar place of covering her face in embarrassment.

“No no no! I wasn’t going to kill you! I’m sorry! I’ll leave!”

“K-kanayama-san?” Oh, now she’d done it. Ururu had spoken without really looking at who was blocking, and it happened to be the totally sweet and not at all murderous Kayo. Frantic, she started to raise her hand in protest, but then the remaining chips almost tumbled out of her arms and she fumbled to catch them. Safe. “No, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize it was you... you don’t have to leave.”

Ururu had to fix this; Kayo had one of the highest potentials for friendship out of anyone she’d met so far. And she seemed just as frightened as Ururu was, understandably. Even though she’d been hoping to keep it a secret, maybe it would be safe to share her plan with Kayo at least? Would explaining herself help?

“I’m just... getting food, too. I thought I should... hide for a while. Maybe we had the same idea?” Her tone turned lighter, almost hopeful. That would be so great! Twinsies! Well, it’d be nicer if maybe they just liked the same TV shows or had the same favorite color rather than just the same strategy in a life-or-death situation, but beggars can’t be choosers.

#kayo #fate of the world

Motive 1 ♡ Open

Minako hesitated returning the hotel after reading another disappointingly harmless message from the rabbit, but figured in the end that any new development was welcome. It was nice getting to meet her fellow prisoners, but perhaps this would mean the circumstances would finally get more exciting.

Yet again, it seems this situation far defied her expectations.

Apocalypse? Mutual killing?! This was so much to process, but when it finally hit her, Minako’s excitement was overwhelming. When the others began to dissipate, most fearing for their life, she ran outside as well. She wasn’t running out of fear, however, as her steps were full of childlike excitement. She danced and twirled around the street, laughing loudly to herself.

“Ahahaha~!”

Several scenarios passed through her mind. Which one of them would it be? What would they use as a weapon? Who would be the murderer? Would someone really kill? Perhaps they’d all die together?

So, this was their captor’s intention all along.

The feeling of death in the air had became suffocating. Minako’s chest pounded so intensely, it was almost painful. Pure adrenaline overwhelmed her entire body as she danced around, her laughter becoming more and more unhinged.

“Ahah- An apocalypse! The outside world must be so full of death we can’t- ahaha!- even breathe the air!

“And even in here- ahaha ha ha!- it’s still full of death! Someone’s gonna die! Someone’s gonna die!”

She collapsed onto the ground and held herself as she continued to laugh. Even after a lifetime of novels full of murder and hopeless mysteries, all those stories about crime and murderers that plagued the real world, she never imagined she would be inside such an intriguing twist of fate.

As her raucous laughter finally started to quell itself, Minako noticed a certain someone standing over her. Had they been there the whole time? She stood up straight and brushed herself off nonchalantly as she addressed her companion.

“Oh, hello~ My apologies if you were witness to that… unbecoming display.”

She didn’t actually seem very embarrassed at all.

Ururu had run outside, hoping to put her hoard-food-and-hide-forever plan into action, and a very important aspect of that plan was not running into any of her classmates.

With her luck being the way it was, instead she had immediately run into... this.

“ohgodshesawme--” She was trapped. The little girl and/or actual demon was clearly expecting a response of some sort, but aside from begging for mercy or crying Ururu was at a loss.

“... uh. No! I didn’t see anything!” If only that were true. She took a hesitant step backwards, uncertain about her chances of outrunning this girl if it came to that. “I’ll just, um... go... and continue not seeing things. I’ll never see anything ever again. Goodbye.”