#murderouswriter

[moonlitazure]

"L-Like you w-would ever want to sm-smash me... L-Liar..."

“Why WOULDN’T I want to? You’re plenty attractive, Fukawa-chan. You know I think that about ya~”

[airheaded-donuts]

@murderouswriter​ liked for a starter.

While Aoi wasn’t typically a studious sort of girl, she did make an effort to keep her grades high. With a test steadily approaching, the brunette headed for the library after swimming practice to study.

She heads into the dimly lit library, to find not a soul present. She places her items on a nearby table and wonders through the aisles stuffed with books aplenty. From the corner of her eye, Aoi notices a silhouette hunched over in a chair. Upon further inspection, this shadowy enigma was none other than her contemporary: Touko Fukawa. “Touko-chan! Are you sleeping?” The swimmer inquires, loud enough to wake the author from her peaceful rest.

[little-sister-monaca-blog]

[ @murderouswriter liked for a starter]

Monaca had spent a few months up in space. She’d had a lot of fun. She’d seen everything, including a hamburger that used to belong to none other than Yasuhiro Hagakure. It taste really off.

She got to visit many planets. However, there’s only so long you can be in space for, especially when you’re a young girl confined to one room. For a long time. You get bored.

So Monaca Towa decided to return to earth. She wasn’t counting on landing in front of anyone. Much less the ultimate with the split personality. As the doors opened, Monaca looked up and smiled at the shocked face staring down at here.

“Surprise?” She laughed nervously.

[insanedollmaker]

Extended Library

Why was the library at Hope’s Peak so....bland? 

Marie’s eye twitched at the small selection of books for French History. Not one thing about Joan of Arc. Plenty of Marie Antoinette, she could bet that Celestia would love to see those later. 

Nothing about her hero though. 

She grabbed a few books, sitting at a nearby table, going through the first few pages. “Pathétique.” she clicked her tongue. Only a few pages of Joan of Arc. Horrible. 

Perhaps she should track down Fukawa and ask about local book stores. Shipping international from France was expensive. Wasn’t she around this library somewhere?

[disciplinarian-and-mutt-blog]

Touko glared at Kiyotaka from the chair she was tied to. She struggled against her bonds trying to get free. "Why am I even here, Kiyotaka? What the hell do you want?"

Kiyotaka smirked from where he was sat, perched on a desk in front of her with his legs crossed. It was rather funny, watching her struggle when it was obviously hopeless, but he couldn’t leave her dangling forever.

“My dear, you should stop struggling,” He cooed, “The rope is too strong and, besides, you’ll only chaff and hurt your wrists. I just want to talk, after all. Nothing more, nothing less. After all…”

“There’s something I’ve learned that’s rather… interesting.”

[muse-hub]

Touko and Syo walked side by side, keeping an eye out for danger. They stopped when the heard a noise coming from in front of them. "Who's there?" Syo called out. (For Agatha. Sorry if its not all that good..)

A massive figure with a glowing porthole approched in the darkness, large shoes thumping against the old tile floor. Above the port hole and slightly behind was a pair of yellow eyes. A childish giggle came from the figure, as a small hand reached out “Look Big Sister! Angels over that way!” it seemed the hand was pointing beyond the pair to a few corpses.  Something sounding like a tea kettle came from the larger figure in aknowlagement. 

Now in the light the pair was clear to see. Standing at six foot four inches in a tight many buckled diving suit and a massive needle with a iron basket adorned with pink ribbons on the back. Her sister wanted to harvest the Angels, unless the pair from the surface attacked or drew her attention further she would continue about her business.

[sharpdressedheir]

"Y-Yes Master."

Brainwashing

He didn’texpect other outcome than her falling to his brainwashing tactics. She wasobsessed with him to a degree and she was open to his experiment even when hedidn’t tell her about it. Once she had fallen completely, the blond examinedher for a second only to chuckle. She was going to be one of many.

“Fukawa…”His tone came out as a soft purr before resuming. “For your first task I needyou to see what other abilities you have aside from writing. If you have nonethen I suppose I don’t need you.”

[perfectionistscion-blog]

"Y-Yes Master..." (to Byakuya, if you don't mind.)

“Good, seems you can be obedient. Least in a way that is useful.” Togami said as he slipped his pocket watch, a simple silver watch with a engraving “Money is Time” on both sides, back into his jacket pocket.

“Come, we have work to do..” he said as he pushed his glasses up his face.