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"I mean- yeah. That makes sense for you, Komaeda."

A flick of a oddly placed mushroom that somehow, someway found herself in her hair, and Junko stood up, stretching and cracking her back, giving a sigh.

"You probably expected you weren't gonna live long anyway."

"I mean, you're basically terminal, yeah? Not much else you can do to fuck around on this green ol' earth anyway.." Nonchalantly, she glances back, a vile sort of glare in her eyes. Komaeda was Naegi's antithesis- at least in her mind, in her warped vision, that was Komaeda Nagito to her. Rattle on about hope this, or perform his strange acts for the glory of mankind's hope that...

Like killing off his entire classmates or even getting near it since they were oh so easily swayed by her judgement and manipulations. Jeez! How annoying can he get? Do you know how hard it was to sway Peko-freakin-yama at times!?

Still, he was resolute. Yet that darkness in his heart could be his undoing..

"Buuuuut, it always makes me think! Man. Wouldn't it be funny if your luck somehow found a way to make sure you lived? I mean, sure! Realistically your body would be weak and feeble due to it. Like, did you know while taking treatments and the like to even fight against that, your bodys weaker to shit like the common cold!? Daaaaaamn. Anyways."

"..I think what I'm meaning to say is, its way easier for someone who wants to die to be forced to live and witness it all. Don't you agree?~"

Junko?

Shut up.

                     he did hate her. enoshima's existence was everything that he despised wrapped into a chaotic, yet beautiful package. the embodiment of everything he stood against. so he hated her... so he says. so he tells himself. so he copes.

                     but was there not a reason he could find himself speaking to her while only having one or two passing thoughts about how glorious it would be when she finally died? was there a reason that, despite his desire for ultimate hope, he still found himself working for ultimate despair? well... for him to entertain those questions would be despair-inducing in itself. he'll just claim that it's just the nature of the super high school level gyaru to be... somewhat charismatic. even when she was being the absolute worst.

                     ‶  hm... i guess i do to some extent.  ″ komaeda never wished for good things for himself. he would never dare to do that. it's not like he didn't want them, no. it's in a human's nature to desire happiness. to not want to feel pain. to avoid disaster. but he had to acknowledge that he would never be able to live a life without those things. nor did a lowly human such as himself even deserve a life like that.

                     he long since accepted that.

                     ‶  this talent of mine really is unfortunate, don't you think so? you would think that someone with such good luck would have things go in their favor more often... and yet here i am having a conversation with you. how unlucky is that?  ″ he cannot help the sardonic smile that creeps it's way on to his face. really, though, he must be down on his luck to find himself anywhere near her. he wonders if this bad luck would lead to something wonderful down the line. although compared to his past tragedies, this is a minor inconvenience at best. sigh...

                     ‶  but... even though i'm not scared of dying, i can't really say that i'm desperate for a way out quite yet. though i wouldn't really mind it...  ″ depending on the circumstances, that is. but he won't say that much. regardless he doubts his death would bring anyone despair... and if that's the case, maybe he'll be lucky enough to die in a way that can be used as someone's stepping stone towards a hope strong enough to beat even enoshima junko herself.

                     ‶  even so, i'm rather glad i've lived this long.  ″ his eyes, cold and perhaps even deranged, look to meet hers. there's a darkness in him, one rather ironic for someone who speaks hope's praises so adamantly.  ‶  after all, the longer i'm around to witness this all, the greater the chance i'll be alive to see a hope great enough to destroy the despair you've worked so hard to spread. sure, the odds of that aren't very high... but if i wouldn't be worthy of the title super high school level good luck if i let something as silly as that bring me down.  ″

[wildxcardrebel]

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It was crazy. The forecast didn't predict any rain for the entire week, but then this freak storm came out of nowhere and now Ren was soaked, taking refuge under an awning. He had taken off his glasses as the downpour impaired his vision with them on.

"Hmm?" The ravenet turned to look at the person speaking to him, furrowing his eyebrows a bit as he recognized her for some reason. He definitely hadn't met her before, but he felt like he had seen her face. He wasn't going to pry right now, though. "What gave it away? Was it the fact I'm standing here looking like a cat that fell in the bath?"

[veiledfox]

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"I missed you and Tobias so much!" Kyuushi's voice sounds sourceless as the Fox merely wiggles a bit in Harper's arms. Though that's probably just because of how excitedly her tail's swinging about. Craning her head up to lick at the Woman's chin and cheeks rapidly and repeatedly. A whine accompanied by little bursts of chittering here and there between each Fox kiss she gave.

[ultfan]

@jcurneysend liked for a one liner.

                     ‶  to think that i'm in the presence of the super high school level supreme leader! it's such an honor to meet you!  ″

[ultfan]

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There was a certain amount of shit Hajime could endure in a moments time.

Maybe it was the truth of the matter, of their virtual killing game. Of everything they all had to endure, and how everything crashed down, the moment Komaeda's luck failed him.

The moment Chiaki- real or fake, regardless, took the blow to ensure everyone's survival.

Despair or not- despite everything they endured or not- it didn't have to come to this.

And one day, those who were once trapped on the Island had miraculously awakened. Was it a miracle, some science or whatever? Who knew! Who cared!

All that mattered is that Komaeda reacted in his own way and ran off, and Hajime trailed after him, tense as his own anger overtook him, and he suddenly grabbed at Komaeda's wrist-

"Think what you want. I don't give a shit. But you see this?"

He yanks down the sleeve, remarking.

"This isn't your hand. This is gonna go through some medical bullshit that could endanger you. So march your ass back and let Mikan take care of it. Then go on and fuck off, Komaeda."

                     upon waking up komaeda couldn't help but feel irritated. but more than that... a wave of disappointment cascaded over him. they had all lived — his plan had failed — and on top of it... he remembered. to know of their misdeeds was one thing. it was enough for him to despise them. to deem them all unforgivable. to remember was different.

                     it was more intense. his feelings hadn't changed, though. as far as he can recall he's loathed them since the moment things went wrong. and he loathed himself to. hinata was a different matter, though. he was almost like an outlier in this group of theirs. after all, hajime hinata never did anything wrong.

                     there's a part of him that's almost glad hinata lived... he found himself caring for him for whatever reason. if only just a little bit. an even larger part of him is annoyed by it. to think that this reserve course student could keep stumbling his way into success. it's laughable to think that hinata believes he has any authority over him — he has to hold it in as he's grabbed. stopped in his tracks.

                     komaeda doesn't fight against him. he stays in place, he allows for his disgusting appendage to be revealed. it hadn't rotted too badly by the time they had first entered the neo world program, but now it was clearly in the process of decomposing. ah... how upsetting... he had been hoping it would properly fuse to his body.

                     the stench emitting from that limp, useless hand was enough to make one gag. while komaeda didn't want to part with it, he also wasn't exactly keen on getting killed by it. he didn't want to die again. not unless it was for a good cause — a hopeful cause. preferably in a less painful way...

                     his survival instincts come secondary to making things difficult, unfortunately. the idea of following the orders of someone like him made his skin crawl. he planned to relent eventually, but not without making his stance known.

                     ‶  i already have to deal with one person's repulsive hand on my body and now you're suggesting hers touch me too? don't you think that's a little cruel, hinata-kun?  ″ he didn't care to be treated by the remnants. not really. it's something he would have to do, but he could still complain about it.

                     besides... there was another reason for his pushback. he wanted to keep it. if not on his body, he wanted to preserve it. the only thing he had left of her. the most despicable girl in the entire world. a souvenir to remember her amazing death — and the hope it symbolized. and perhaps something to remember her by as well...

                     if you were to ask him why, he could give an answer. but it's debatable whether it'd be truly accurate to his feelings.

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When ones mind ran a mile a minute, being able to analyze, study, and mimic those sort of talents to make your own- you begin to realize the futility of it all. How easily these paragons of hope and wonder- something a past life he could barely cling to, as if the memory faded away long ago, upheld to such a standard..

Could be brought down and made human. Made plain. Made boring.

Take for example.. Sonia Nevermind.

Sonia was born into privilege, and yet, her talent stemmed from how she dealt and helped people. Her body language, her smiles, her movements all brought others to believe and trust in her. All the easier for that infection of despair to overtake her..

And how easily one country fell, and began a war that changed this very world.

..A pause. Izuru finally realized Komaeda spoke up. He arches a brow, that bored gaze watching him, as he remarked.

"... I didn't realize I had to be amusing, Komaeda."

His very words reigned in on the fact- that regardless of what Komaeda would do or say, Izuru would have no interest.

                     to say komaeda had complicated feelings about kamakura was... an understatement. the man who should be the ultimate hope, who was talented beyond belief, who was a being that by all logic... komaeda should admire more than anyone else. and yet... and yet...

                     what a disgusting perversion of the concept he was. it's like the other's existence was a sick joke. stale, unmotivated, and worst of all... despair-inducing. komaeda had no place to judge, of course, being a member of ultimate despair himself. but it isn't like he is a stranger to being a hypocrite.

                     despite it all, he is fascinated. perhaps part of him believes that kamakura might end up turning things around one day. but he doubts it. he truly doubts it. for someone who was supposed to be the greatest hope of mankind, he sure was a disappointment. what a sham.

                     ‶  ahaha... well, i guess it doesn't matter what someone as low as i am thinks.  ″ komaeda was never the best at making conversation, but compared to kamakura... he might as well be a super high school level conversationalist! not that he would ever think of himself that highly, of course. but it was hard to have more than a brief back and forth with the guy.

                     ‶  but i can't help but wonder if you're even capable of it... ah, but please do not mistake my curiosity for insolence! you are "loved by talent" ... aren't you, kamakura-kun? it's only natural to wonder about the extent of that. don't you think so?  ″

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{ ♪ } -- She brightened a bit as she heard Karlach laugh. At least someone was amused by her mistakes. Yes, somehow, she'd managed to accidentally fling Gale's notes about the Crown of Karsus into a shallow pool of water near camp. Since then, she'd been making little jokes about being the problem child of the group. Realistically, though, she was probably one of the most well-adjusted of the group.

"Yeah... I've been trying to figure out how to get them dried off without ruining them. I'm afraid a lot of the ink may have bled already..."

Theoretically, Bella could just copy the notes down anew, but then he would surely know she'd messed them up. It was an accident.

[phantomuheist]

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"I told him to watch out, but he didn't listen to me and ended up tripping on a sidewalk and falling down. It was hilarious."

Usually, Akira made fun of those who provoked him in private where no one could judge him, but since Haru was interested, he figured he'd tell the whole story. He even got her to laugh a little too.

"Anyway, that's enough about me. How're your plants doing? Need some help?"