✎A few choice words

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((Still here, still insincere. I totally haven't been recovering from Throat Hell and relishing Steam sales. Nope.))

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New Background Characters...[11]

[littleprogrammaker-blog]

"Well.. The stuff you do isn’t that worthless Fukawa." Fujisaki replied, a small smile on his face, "I am actually really interested.. your Gift is Wordsmith right?"

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"Y-yeah..." Fukawa did a reasonably good job at hiding her shock as the programmer started talking to her. "But it d-doesn't do much...At least y-you're able to actually work for what you believe in...I just make b-boxes jump..."

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New Background Characters...[11]

shslbarrista, inromanticas, shsl-ultimategambler, thefreakinasheet, hairdye-and-holidaycheer, littleprogrammaker, calamitous-ammo, despuddle, voicewithouthope, ask-gundham-tanaka, and queenrattenkonig have been written in...

"...Ugh...e-eleven of you, interested in the...the worthless stuff that I do...I didn't e-even notice any of you b-before..."

[toso-monokuma]

MONOKUMA || TOSO OPEN RP

[toso-monokuma]

Monokuma felt his body return to his own control, and shot a glare at the neutral character.

"If I wasn’t so fond of Scissors, you’d be a dead bitch, Twintails." With what sounded vaguely like a shout of indignation, he swept his cloak over his shoulder, ignoring the scratching of pen against paper as he retreated from view, nursing the only pain that he could physically feel - that of a bruised ego.

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Fukawa reached to catch a sound rising in her throat before it could escape. What that sound was, she was glad she would never know. As she briefly watched the bear flee, she was never more thankful for Syo's existence.

She had one last note to make before retreating to some park or comfortable rubble to wait out the rest of the night, and one she was sure Syo would appreciate.

"Monokuma: Leader (?) of Zetsubou

...

fond of you."

[toso-monokuma]

MONOKUMA || TOSO OPEN RP

[toso-monokuma]

Monokuma snickered at Fukawa’s attempts to control him - he wasn’t an idiot, of course it wouldn’t work.

That is, until it did.

"E-Eh? Whaddaya think you’re doin’?" He couldn’t help but cringe as his feet began to move of their own accord, his hips swaying in time with an inaudible tune. "Twintails, ya better watch where ya point yer gift!"

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"Oh, I-I'm watching..." Fukawa actually cracked a smile as she returned to quietly propelling Monokuma's impromptu dance. After this little display, her mission would be complete. She wondered what Syo's reaction to reading her account of this night would be.

"...Okay...I'm d-done..." Wanting to avoid going overboard and turning an already dubious relationship negative, she brought her hand to her chest. After a few seconds of no chanting, the haze covering Monokuma vanished into the darkness. "T-that's all I needed from you..." Not knowing how to exit, she just stood in place as she pulled out her notebook and begun recording.

[randomaskmemesfou]

Send me "Oh come on, it won't hurt!" To inject a needle into my muse and transform them into something.

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MONOKUMA || TOSO OPEN RP

[toso-monokuma]

"Well, I can tell ya that much, I think." It wasn’t like it would do much for her in the long run, anyways. Not when there were at least a million stand-by vessels for him to choose from.

"Wanna know a secret? I ain’t called Monokuma for nothin’. The MONO- used ta stand for Malignant Omnipotential Neurologically-induced Organism - long story short, an evil, all-seeing brain-controlled thing. The kuma? Well obviously that’s where the bear part comes in. It was my idea, actually. Didn’t wanna be a damned human for all eternity.

"When I died the first time, they took whatever the fuck was left of me and managed to put me - my spirit, my soul, whatever the fuck ya wanna call it - into one a’ these things. I dunno how they did it, probably by rerouting whatever way ya Gifted bastards usually use to come back to life. Took some gettin’ used to at first, but hey. When there’s millions a’ thousands a’ copies of one robotic body, ya have all the chances in the world ta get used ta something like this.

"They still call me an AI, a’ course, since I’m an intelligent mind runnin’ an artificial body, but…I’m self-operational. Just not in the sense that most people think.”

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“...U-ugh…” There was no two ways about it; talking to Monokuma mentally exhausted Fukawa in a way that few things could. Carefully making mental notes of what her frazzled brain could recall, both for her and later Syo’s sake, she remembered two pieces of backstory in particular. Monokuma indeed had an artificial body, and he had effectively infinite copies in supply.

Given this information, she collected herself once again and attempted to use her Gift. “Monokuma,” she declared with rare authority as she rose an arm to point at the robot bear. “Dancing Monokuma…dancing Monokuma…she continued to repeat the phrase roughly every three seconds in a whisper, as a faint violet gas escaped her lips and settled around Monokuma. Whether this would work would be observed soon enough.

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MONOKUMA || TOSO OPEN RP

[toso-monokuma]

Monokuma stared at the girl for a few moments before something clicked in his metal mind. So this was the gloomy alternate personality that Scissors had been complaining about. No wonder she didn’t know who he was, unlike Scissors - what was her real name, now? Syo? - who had bumped into him that last time.

"Upupu, nice ta meetcha, Wordsmith! Yer the one who’s stoppin’ Scissors from falling towards despair, right? Ah, no matter. Ya should probably know my name, at least." He’d honestly be offended is she didn’t, to be frank. “Watcha wanna know ‘bout me, Twintails? I’ll tell ya what I want to, upupupu!”

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“Y-y-yes…and yes, also…” Fukawa was quickly losing track of her own thought processes, still a bit flustered and newly surprised at how…amicable the bear was acting. “I-I mean…you’re right. About…all of that.”

So he did know her Gift, and about Syo’s connection to her. If only she had mentioned that in the note… With a brief sigh, she continued.

“W-what I wanted to know…you’re clearly not a real bear, Monokuma…” Of course he wasn’t. Still, Fukawa found a kind of comfort in reaffirming the obvious. “So…a-are you remotely controlled, or self…operational, or what? I-I don’t need to know who made or controls you…just…how y-you work.”

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((ohlook I'm online after however many time has passed. now I begin the...interesting task of starting threads))

[relentless-optimist]

Reblog if I can straight up ask you for a RP.

[missninetails-deactivated202512]

So many of you I wanna ask!

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MONOKUMA || TOSO OPEN RP

The night wasn’t a bad time at all, Monokuma supposed - or at least, he would have supposed if he had any interest in pondering something as mundane as the daily cycling of the sun and the moon. He walked through the streets of the neutral war zone carelessly, covering his ursine body with a ragged cloak. Nothing looked out of place for the time being, and Monokuma didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed; while it was true that he relished watching the two factions face off against each other, his thoughts were currently elsewhere, and having a fight interrupt his thoughts would no bode well for either of the warring parties.

It wasn’t until he reached the corner of an oddly silent intersection that Monokuma decided to address the figure that had obviously been following him for some while.

"Upupu, you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are. Whaddaya think you’re doin’, Gifted? Answer me truthfully, and I promise not to hurt ya."

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Fukawa had gleaned some general knowledge on Monokuma through her travels as a neutral party, though this was the first time she had managed to examine the bear with her own eyes. She had it on good authority that Syo, who was more one to venture into Zetsubou territory, already spotted their leader of sorts a couple times in the past week, thanks to a note that she had left pinned to their supplies backpack. The war had left them switching control at a more frequent and even rate, necessitating a quick, if informal method of relaying what happened to the body while one of them was temporarily out. Fukawa planned to continue the cycle after she completed her current mission. Curiosity overflowing, she tailed the bear in hopes of discovering if her Gift held any sway over him.

Despite full knowledge that her stealth skills were less than sufficient for her task, she couldn’t help but let out a small shriek as Monokuma spoke directly to her. His words took her some time to process in her fright, but she was able to collect her thoughts and provide an answer.

“I-I just wanted to see you for myself…I’ve h-heard about you, but not…enough…” She trailed off, wondering if, given he knew she was Gifted, he also knew what her Gift was capable of.

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offline [ ˈôfˈlīn, ˈäf- ] a. not controlled by or directly connected to a computer or external network.

Synonyms: disconnected · logged off · down

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☂

☂ :Storms or clear skies?

Fukawa doesn’t mind rainstorms. In fact, she finds the endless barrage of water to be incredible, so long as she’s inside. The rhythm gives her something akin to calm. These often make for her best creative days. Thunderstorms freak her out, though. She gets nothing done when one of those rolls in.

Syo is also a storm enthusiast. She’s more likely to verture outside and just frolic in the raindrops, enjoying how the water soaks into her skin. She wouldn’t dare murder someone on a nice stormy day, they’re too precious to her. Thunderstorms are her bane, but less to do with fear and more how Genoscissors make excellent lightning rods.

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☾

☾ :On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

Fukawa? Writing. Writing, writing, writing. Not about anything in particular, not edited in any form. She’s found that some of her best ideas have come from late night musings, but hasn’t quite grasped that it’s the spontaneity that makes those ideas work. Nevertheless, she’ll write everything that comes through her mind, even for a second.

As for Syo, target practice. Not especially good target practice, but, like Fukawa, it makes her feel productive. She’ll throw scissors until an entire wall has been pierced close to crumbling with the things. In particularly groggy moments, she’ll just stroke them lovingly, whispering about how much she loves them. Lucky for her she never remembers those moments.

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Behind the scenes!

"S-so…you really want to use Max as your faceclaim?”

"That’s right! He’s a pretty cool kid from a personal favourite franchise who’s  similar to me. He was also part of the username I first began RPing under, Warkipax”

"H-how could you…say something so…so ridiculous? You’re closer to m-my age than this brat’s…a-and certainly my gender! ”

"The devil’s in the details, my fellow wordsmith! You see, Max is a bespectacled, intelligent, sarcastic little boy, whereas I am a bespectacled, intelligent, sarcastic teenage girl! Now that I mention it, Fukawa, you’re not too far off from him either!"

"…Ugh…Your excuses for icons are still hideous, though…and w-who knows what people will think of you for using such an…irritating character…"

"Wh…Well, you’re not much better, are you? I mean…all of your…y-your…You know, I just don’t have it in me today."

"S-so you admit you’re wrong?"

"I guess so, yeah..I’ll need to reconsider my life choices FC.”

[forgottenhxpe]

Komaeda let go of the button that connected the microphone to the room, smiling and speaking to himself. "Alright, lets give it all we’ve got!" The teenager said, cheerfully praising himself. He had memorized what each button before him was programmed to do, and he looked them over for a second, before reaching over to his side grabbing his clip board. He quickly pressed one button, which lit up with a green glow after he did so, signalling it successful completion of the action. Komaeda knew that the room on the screen would begin to fill with mustard gas, which would slowly cause more and more discomfort for the teenage killer. However, he knew that exposure to too much of the gas could cause things to go south, thus skewing his test results, and he simply couldn’t have that. Komaeda hummed, pressing another button. The screen in the room began to slowly filter through altered black and white images. One image would be lightened, almost like it had a stark white filter layered over it. The next, would be nearly the same, but with a darker tone instead of lighter. However, the images themselves were fairly normal. Pictures of flowers, children, animals… all normal and happy things.

The entire room was lit up and darkened repeatedly by the images that flashed on the screen, slowly beginning to pick up speed. He pressed the bright green button once more, stopping the flow of the gas into the room, knowing that it should be full of the poison at that time. He watched the video feed as the images grew faster and faster, and the content of the pictures changed. The innocence that was on the images before was replaced with disturbing or uncomfortable images. Pictures of dogs tearing into flesh, children crying in what looks to be in a war zone. Pictures of common fears were also cycled in, such as spiders, clowns, and heights. The images, still in the same dark-light fashion, continued to grow faster and faster, blinking into nearly a blurred state. He watched the female, quickly jotting down everything she did in the room, his smile maniacal. 

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Syo’s relative optimism first wavered when she noticed her eyes were beginning to itch. Certainly, her eyes were quite unique, but they practically never caused her irritation. Once the screen in front of her started displaying images, in alternating shades of black and white for reasons only the boy could fathom, she let out a few chuckles. Nothing displayed was particularly humorous, nor did she think that this simple slideshow was all the test had to offer, but a good laugh was her typical method of staying in a decent mood. She certainly needed some levity as her eyes grew more irritated, at the same rate her nose and throat grew painful, with it all synched to the acceleration of the images’ flashing. Her laughing took on a menacing tone, as if she was trying to forcefully guffaw the pain away. Her existence in this moment was one of growth in all the wrong directions.

Then, as the images veered toward the disturbing, she howled in laughter that was barely recognizable as such. With no self-control, she snatched her Genoscissors off of the table and stood to face her digital tormentor on equal ground. She tried to throw a Genoscissor at the screen to pierce it, but whatever material it was fashioned out of didn’t give. Barely managing to scratch the words out from her beaten throat, she cursed every animal, child, and esoteric concept she was being subjected to. Feeling lost as her usually reliable weapon of laughter and more literal weapons betrayed her, she tried in vain to make more use of her title as Wordsmith. Along with her regular insults directed to the screen’s demons, she poked fun at every aspect of the boy her rattled brain could recall. This was done from the room’s floor, as Syo found that she no longer had the physical or emotional energy to stand. She found that one distant thought in particular frightened her more than the screen or the hellish lightshow it painted across the room.

“Would Gloomy come out if I fainted here?”