#chrysothron

[styxwrn]

(hestia) [ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT: FROM HADES ] are *you* taking care of yourself?

[ TXT: FROM HADES ] i know limbus company's whole thing is dying over and over again, but you better be avoiding that as much as possible.

[qucintly]

@chrysothron requested a case

Dark towering buildings are prone to hiding the darkest of conversations ' behind the backs of either future victims and future witnesses ' . Despite how new Ms. Harris was to the City itself, she felt at home, in a way where she can find and be used to the new oddities that appear within such a sight, especially the ' distortions that she does not need to utilize her ability for ' .

A singular night after her recent case, she decided to venture into these backstreets, exploring this specific portion to give herself time to ' think, to absorb more of what the City has to offer ' . Her current exploration, just like any other, is quiet for the most part, until she ' witnesses movement from within a corridor ' . Her booted heels froze against the cold ground, her eyes trailing over towards the corridor, reminiscing in the memories of the brown and tan flash that ' appeared a split second after her vision briefly skewed there ' . And for that, such as a cat would, she decided to walk down through the corridor, her eyes piercing towards the left side as if expecting to see a figure stand ' before her, hostile or not, when she turns the corner ' . A step was all it took for her to lean out the corridor, and glance over, her eyes immediately piercing towards the direction she ' assumed the individual would be waiting for her ' .

“ Oh hello there.. “

[zetsuboblade]

@chrysothron wrote... "what the hell's the matter with you?"

junko can't help but laugh, but it comes out wrong... a mix of her and meursault's voices, as if she couldn't remember her own voice anymore, and needed his to bolster it.

"ah, how long has it been?~" she begins, still borrowing the frenchman's voice, before it melts away along with his appearance.

meursault's gise melts away into murkuro, before a pause. junko's silent for a moment, but before the black hair can completely turn into a familiar red... junko enoshima stands before hesita in all of her glory. "finally!~" she grins, happily, stretching out her limbs like a cat, "it's sooo nice to be out of that stupid meatheads body."

"pupupu~ wasn't it fun?" junko asks hestia, "being able to pretend that he cared for you in the same way you care for him?~" she purrs, her eyes darkening. "i know it was fun for me, mon amour~"

then, as fast as the question is asked, junko doesn't seem to care anymore, especially as she throws aside the stolen gauntlets as if they were trash.

"how sad it is it that you almost believed me? and i would have let you... but oh, that would have been so dreadfully boring! what would be the point?"