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// junkos gonna be on my new multimuse @sunsofleo now !! hmu there and let me know if you want me to move any of our threads over

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// i have....returned

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// heads up school is starting tomorrow for me, this will be my junior year and im doing an extra program that ive heard ill need to sell my soul to so

my activity here will mainly be on weekends during the school year, which will end like... next june. ill queue threads on the weekend so if you reply on monday and dont get a response until saturday/sunday thatll be a normal thing on my rp blogs! there will also likely be weekends where im so drained i dont reply to stuff but i will try to keep myself from keeping a draft for over a month

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perceptre.

      she listens to her pupil play ( and hum; admittedly, wakako had been surprised by how lovely she sounded the first time she heard her ), patience and interest coloring her features as she does.  wakako watches junko’s fingering carefully, taking note of the chords she needed work on and those she had down pat.  she’s made remarkable progress over the course of their lessons, learning much quicker than wakako ever had.  then again wakako was also quite young when she started, with smaller hands and softer fingers.  nowadays, she tries hard to keep her callouses.

      once junko stops, wakako gives a few quiet claps – mostly in jest, but in all honesty she is quite proud, and very impressed.  after hearing the song even once, junko had improved quite a bit.  that was a mark of talent; wakako’s found herself a student with real potential.  if she kept at it, junko would probably be better than her in a few years.

      ❛ yeah, it will – once you get callouses, it’ll all be way easier. but then you also have to maintain the callouses, or your stuck right back where you started. ❜  wakako stretches, extending her arms above her head with fingers entwined.  feeling a little more limber, she picks up her guitar again.  ❛ i know it kinda hurts right now, but that’ll stop pretty soon. it’s a bit like strengthening a muscle. ❜ 

     fingers strum a few notes idly on her guitar before she stops the strings with her right hand.  ❛ wanna go again, or do you wanna work on individual chords? ❜

    her answer is replied to with a nod, && junko glances down at her hand. there are slight indents in her finger pads from the guitar strings, the skin slightly reddened -- && the feeling in her fingers was best described as static. junko's hands weren't used to this sort of treatment, all her life forced to be oh so careful with them -- her mother convinced that anything blemishing her skin got in the way of the draining process, her hands able to siphon energy the quickest. she's accustomed to wearing gloves, protecting them ( not protecting others, that old excuse she'd given ever since she entered ua ), but for wakako she thought she was perfectly willing to incur her mothers wrath.

    ❝ individual chords ! those are where i'm messing up. ❞ though she gives a slight pause after that, hesitant. the thought of her mother, the idea of making the woman angry sent a cold bolt of anxiety down her spine. abe rin was a ruthless woman, her punishments cruel -- even to the favorite child. swallowing dryly, she poses the question.

    ❝ is it possible i could play with my gloves on ? ❞ junko glanced up at the other, a hint of that fear in her eye ( her walls cracked some around wakako, && her emotions could shine through those cracks ) -- though she quickly conjures up her excuse, stumbling through her continuation, ❝ i'm uh -- i'm concerned about callouses affecting the... effectiveness of my quirk. my mother's warned me that this sort of thing does do that, && seeing as my hands are the strongest aspect of my quirk... ❞ only part of that is a lie, her mother hadn't ever proved that these 'blemishes' affected her own quirk or her daughters, nonetheless she supposes the concern was valid.

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bubblegumhero.

Great, starting off with a headache thanks to an idiot villain- not exactly the best circumstance, but she could deal. She wasn’t gonna pass up on the chance for extra credit.

“Let’s see what we’ve got…”

Oona carefully goes over the contents of her pack, hoping beyond hope there was some kind of sugar in there… but, of course not. That was concerning… she’d need to find something to up her blood sugar or she might be in trouble by the end of this. Fruit, maybe. Or maybe some kind of syrup from a tree… 

“Huh? Oh, yes! Oona Amai! I think I can be a big help on this… part of my quirk’s a mutation, and most of my fighting and stuff’s focused around that, so I should be really helpful if we get attacked!”

Oona’s eyes follow her partner’s finger, looking downhill as she considers Junko’s words. Water would definitely be critical, that’s for sure… it would seem like she got a pretty good partner, too!

“Okay, finding a good water supply’s definitely a smart plan- By the way, you’re Oshiro-san, right? I don’t think we’ve even spoken in the chat before.”

    a nod was given in response, that could prove useful for this. junko didn't know what was on this island, && while she doubted they'd be attacked by their peers she couldn't rule out the wildlife there. turning to oona she flashed a gentle smile, nodding in response to her companions words.

    ❝ junko oshiro, yep ! you can call me junko if you like. ❞ always friendly && buddy buddy with others, make sure they trust her -- it was second nature at that point. of course she knew better than to immediately start off calling one by their first name, that was just impolite -- she couldn't do that outside of her work with the clan, ❝ i don’t participate a lot in the joint class group chat, it’s a lot of people so it gets confusing. ❞

    thinking back on the subject of quirks however she paused, ❝ my quirk is completely gone, which is... a weird feeling. ❞ chewing the inside of her cheek she looked at the palm of her hand for a moment, she'd taken her gloves off prior to landing -- but she'd been allowed to bring those as an extra, purely as they helped ease the ( anxiety, worry ) discomfort when it came to having to touch others. she doubted two days would break her of such a habit that had been ingrained in her mind since her quirk had manifested. with a slight frown she reached into her pocket && drew out her gloves, slipping them on before continuing over to the slope.

    ❝ alright, this should be pretty easy as long as we don't trip. hurting ourselves would be the last thing we want to do here, watch where you step. ❞ beginning to make her way down the hill, dipping just drastically enough that falling would be rather unpleasant, she stepped carefully, ❝ normally i’d make small talk by asking what your quirk is, since we don’t see much of each other, but in this situation it doesn’t much matter what our quirks are -- does it ? ❞

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perceptre.

       ❛ alright, sure. here, let me just – ❜  she crosses the room to grab an old music stand, one she’s been using since she was small, and sets it up in front of junko.  opening the folder and grabbing the correct song, she lays it out in front of her pupil, surprising even herself at how much she was enjoying this.  music had always been something she used to escape the cruelty of her peers – she never once thought she would ever be able to share it with one of them.

       with the sheet music set up, she returns to her seat, picks up her own guitar, and strums a few testing notes before launching into the song.  it isn’t a particularly difficult one – she wouldn’t spring anything too hard on a beginner.  this is actually the first song she learned to play herself, a simple tune that her older brother had suggested to her.  fingers deftly change between chords and strum at appropriate rhythms as she sings along with the melody, honeyed tones drifting smoothly on the air.  wakako didn’t usually sing for people, but junko is an exception to the rule.  junko is the exception to many rules.

      she finishes the song with a lingering note before looking to her friend, features resuming her usual difficult-to-read expression.  ❛ alright, your turn. want me to play it along with you this time? ❜ 

    watching silently a serene look crossed junko's face as her friend classmate begins to play. wakako's voice floating through the room put her at ease as she listened intently to the tune. she'd heard wakako play this one before, but she didn't tire of hearing her play or sing. all other thoughts shifted to the back of her mind -- the image of her last training session with her mother ( the bruises peppering her skin under her clothes still ached, she was still exhausted ), the impending report call back home, the doubt creeping up on her that she'd only kept denying, it all fell away for the time she spent practicing with wakako. then the other spoke.

    a blink, && she took a moment to process what she other had asked. shaking her head she readied her borrowed guitar, ❝ i'm gonna try on my own... ❞

    as she began to play her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth in her concentration. the stiffness remaining some in her fingers as she played, but it showed that having heard what the tune was supposed to sound like helped her try to figure out what she was doing wrong. she wasn't entirely sure about singing the tune yet, but she hummed smoothly along as she played. while her guitar work needed practice she did have a nice voice, yet to be properly trained -- there was potential there. once she finished she set the instrument in her lap, rubbing her finger pads against her palm ( she'd taken her gloves off in order to play, wakako being one of the few people to see her without her gloves ).

    ❝ that weird feeling in my fingers goes away once i get callouses there, right ? ❞ it was an unpleasant feeling, but she was willing to tolerate it until her hands built up the necessary protection. maybe she was pressing too hard on the strings ?

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// aaaaaa gomen i deleted the villain ask memes bc the portrayal for junko in them was bothering me a whole lot and making me anxious! i need to get a more set personality for her once her redemption arc starts and i felt like the personality i portrayed was too much of a 180 from her true self

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♔ extra quirk info part 2 ♔

what happens when junko drains too much energy for her body to handle ? she can handle a lot of energy, 100% of a strong humans energy to be exact - but that’s near her upper limit, which she reached from intensive training over the years, and she usually burns off that energy very quickly ( if she doesn’t that could pose problems for her, she can keep only 50% of a persons energy in her reserves safely -- albeit it’s uncomfortable for her )

if she tried to drain 100% of a person with a quirk ( when activated ) that boosts their energy somehow ( i’d imagine a gigantification quirk would do that ), an enhancement quirk, or something generally bigger and stronger than a human with more energy ( a noumu maybe ? ), she would overload and have a heart attack before she ever got the chance to use that energy.

as a child she was made aware of this limit by her mother, with similar enough quirks aside from the minor mutations from her fathers quirk it still applied. she’s been very careful about not pushing past this limit, as her mother has heart damage due to this, and would only do so in absolute desperation to try to subdue someone.

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SEVEN DEADLY SINS QUIZ

   Tagged by: @featherfelled     Tagging: anyone who wants to !

Your Sins are Revealed, Your Fate is Sealed

Your sin has been measured. You have committed many sins, but Wrath is the mortal sin that has done you in. Just below, discover your full sinful breakdown and learn what it is about you that condemns you to hell.

Greed: Medium

Gluttony: Medium

Wrath: High

Sloth: Low

Envy: Medium

Lust: Very Low

Pride: High

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mercyheal.

shiori becomes the embodiment of patience as she waits for the older girl to divulge their quirk. the word morbid nearly peaks her interest, curiosity suddenly making a graceful appearance on her face. how bad could it really be ? the tiniest of gasps flies out of her throat when junko reveals her ability, her brain immediately thinking of her father. another draining quirk ? a smile immediately curls upwards as she leans forward, eyes twinkling with mirth. “ thats not morbid. “ because she, too, had drainage as well. well, a mutated form of it in the very least. “ ah.. that’s actually an interesting concept.. and about having control… i’m sorry you’re having trouble. m-my dad.. he has your quirk as well. “ her eyes lowered as she smiles more softly now. “ i can ask him for some tips sometime.. if you would like ? ” with enough hesitance, shiori quietly held her hand out, almost like she wanted to test out junko’s theory for herself. “ m-maybe they’ll cancel out ? i.. i really only need one touch to activate my quirk. how.. how bad could it be ? “

    ❝ eh ? ❞ a blink of ( semi genuine ) surprise, she was actually used to others looking at the darker sides of her quirk -- the fact she could drain someone of every ounce of energy, giving them a painful death. her showing surprise though was just for show, && she simply acted as though she collected herself quickly. ❝ your father ? well, some tips would be appreciated. though i inherited my quirk mostly from my mother -- she has full control over it, but can’t to teach me how to do it. i suppose due to the mild mutations my quirk has from my father. ❞ && another blink followed at shiori holding out her hand, && she noted that detail of her quirk -- maybe it wouldn't cancel out given that it only took one touch. with feigned hesitance she slips off her glove, extending her index finger && gently poking the others hand ( her full hand would be too much of a risk, no use hurting this girl ). it only took a moment before she felt stolen energy bolting up her finger && arm, so she jerked away -- acting concerned, it was only a second or two so at most shiori would feel a bit more relaxed, ❝ ah -- it doesn't cancel out. thank you for letting me to test that ! are you alright ? ❞

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// heads up i updated my rules to be shorter and more to the point, also i took out the password ! if were mutuals feel free to take a look

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laughter, kiss.

♔ love asks ♔ —— accepting

laughter : who can always make you laugh?

    ❝ wacchan && marie of course ! ❞ oh how unaware she was of the times her friends had ushered forth genuine laughter, too wrapped up in the moment to notice it. the others only ever succeeded in making junko giggle, && not sincerely.

kiss : what’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?

    ❝ um… ❞ a long moment punctuates the sound, && her mind scrambles to find something – anything. at home nothing sweet was done just to be sweet, there where always ulterior motives or some greater purpose for it. but with her friend – wakako was one of the few people who genuinely did something nice for her. she overlooked the strange feeling settling in her gut, pushing it to the back of her mind && leaving it there to fester, ❝ well – eheh… wacchan giving me music lessons ! && uh, miyako saving me from being crushed by marie ? if that counts ? ❞

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    ❝ hmm... ❞ junko hummed a bit to herself as she set her pack down on the ground, looking about at wherever it was they'd been dropped with a furrowed brow. she'd not been in this sort of survival situation before, especially seeing as she didn't have her quirk. it was odd -- not having to wear long sleeves && those gloves. it was the first time since she was 3 that she could actually touch someone else without worry ( not actual worry of course, feigned, she didn't care about her classmates enough to actually worry about that -- not at all, right ? ).

    ❝ amai-san is it ? ❞ she didn't turn to face the other, still searching for somewhere to start with all of this. frankly she didn't mind being paired up with a 3a student ( that decreased her unwitting, yet genuine, concern for her partner though, she didn't know any of 3a that well ), as long as the other held no ill will towards her as she was a part of 3b -- she’d tended to stay out of those conflicts anyways. even if she did though, junko would at least attempt to keep herself in check -- this was the person she'd be surviving with for the next two days, whether she liked it or not.

    ❝ we should probably look for water first. ❞ extending her index finger out towards a slope they could travel down a bit further ahead, she looked back at oona, ❝ if we go down that hill it's likely we might find some freshwater where rain runoff's collected. ❞ she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t read a survival book or two before the trip. // @bubblegumhero ; closed starter

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vescaturr.

She guessed nothing less but a short rejection after all half joking about the assisting, chuckling a bit at the firm and simple ‘no’ from the younger however watched with interest at the others movements. However the the next line of dialogue leaving the fellow females mouth wasn’t something she had expected.

How intriguing.

“My motivation?“ the villain mused, quite pleased at the others chosen words after all it wasn’t every day someone even bothered to ask as to why someone would commit to such acts without being labeled with insanity as the only reasonable answer.

“I sopose I can enlighten you since you asked nicely. As fun as it is to pick and hunt down it is only a secondary reward for it on my part, as for the main goal,“ with that she presented a fist before opening it as a black colored flame emerged from her palm, tilting her head slightly to the side watching the flame grow slowly as it adapted. Naturally this was the size she could muster at the moment after all acquiring new quirks as well as being able to control them was at least a months worth of practice to make it fully useful.

Not that the girl needed to know that.

“It is quite simple; I found their quirk to be quite useful, so I decided to make it mine.“

    no outward reaction was presented, but she had to suppress a smirk. she was half correct, partially fun && partially practicality.

    ❝ i see. ❞ a useful quirk this woman had then, the ability to take others quirks. a few questions flitted through hisoka's head, 'is it permanent ? ', 'is it through ingestion of blood ? ', but she didn't bother actually asking any of them. her interest had been piqued, but there was no need to show that so obviously yet. before anything she'd have to ask the other about her affiliations, && then inform her mother of the possibility of having one who could steal quirks on their side.

    ❝ for now you can call me soka, if you wish to keep up this conversation. ❞ giving her full name right off the bat would have been a huge mistake, she'd learned by now to give nicknames -- in some cases a completely fabricated name. she watched the woman closely, eyes staring at the flame coming out of her palm. useful, in many senses. one could be readily equipped for many types of combat -- not limited to one defensive or offensive quirk, && having to make up for the rest in other combat techniques.

    ❝ are you loyal to anyone ? ❞ the question was unavoidable to the yakuza, she needed to know about other loyalties and possible conflicts between them before she went around hiring people. of course if there where no conflicts of interest, && she wished to assist the abe clan, there would be payment for her services. if not, she could prove to be a danger, thus hisoka would simply leave her be && try not to make another enemy.

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       she listens in perfect silence, face blank at first, but slowly it shifts into a faint smile – a genuine one, not something she has to force.  the expression is a rarity, but a short lived one.  once the song is over and junko comments on her current skill level, wakako’s face falls back into it’s usual space of total neutrality.

      ❛ but you’re making progress, and that’s what’s important. no one gets good at this stuff overnight. i’ve been at it for years and i’m still an amateur. ❜  she strums her own guitar, chord playing over the amp on its lowest setting so as not to disturb the neighbors.  ❛ want me to demonstrate, or would you rather just look over the sheet music for it? ❜  she pulls out a folder from beneath her bed, filled with songs she’s written or transcribed.  normally she doesn’t use sheet music, preferring to play by ear, but it helps her to see it when she’s writing originals, and she’d hoped it would help junko to see them for practice as well.

    ❝ yeah... ❞ a nod, && she drops that part of the act for now -- allowing her expression to ease into a small, contented looking smile once more. as wakako pulled out the folder junko feigned some over dramatic consideration, placing a finger on her chin && furrowing her brow.

    ❝ both ! hearing it && seeing it i think is more effective. plus i love to hear you play wacchan. ❞ her expression shifting from playful to more serious looking she smiled ( fake, totally fake. she doesn't care about this at all -- not one bit... right ), unaware of the fact she was speaking the truth. this had become an interest outside of their lessons, junko had actually found herself practicing in her spare time -- && she did genuinely love to hear wakako play. but she wasn't ready to admit that to herself yet, lest her world shatter -- but then again, it was already beginning to crack around the edges.

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amplifical.

      She bites back any cutting remarks ; pushing herself up from her position on the floor so that she sits on the balls of her feet, knees bent. She’s always been a runner, not a gym person, so the other’s instructions settle with little comfort as she listens. Way to put her out of her comfort zone.

           ❝ I know how workouts work. ❞ She rolls her eyes, grasping onto any small leverage she may have. ❝ I’m not dumb. You can’t exactly go on a 15 mile run without any training beforehand, can you ? ❞

      Perhaps she needs to curb the attitude ; the elder is only trying to help, after all.

    ❝ hm, a cutting remark from a first year -- i'm wounded. ❞ a light laugh escaped her ( christ this girl had an attitude, one that'd get her in some serious shit in the clan ), && she looked at jirou with a sharp stare -- warning her that she was treading towards a line she didn't want to cross with junko.

    ❝ seriously, you look like you're about to implode with how much you want to curse me out or something. i get it, you don't want anyone’s help -- especially a third year who seems like she's on a high horse. ❞ a sigh, reigning in her temper she managed a sympathetic expression.

    ❝ i'm just trying to help. as a hero && hell -- as a provisional hero, you're going to need to learn to accept help from people you don't like. it's bullshit, but its a part of the job. being an asshole isn't gonna get you anywhere. ❞ thus the exact reason she hasn't torn this kid apart yet. god why is she giving her actual advice -- every single fiber of her being hates this, but she keeps up that damned smile.

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mercyheal.

“ hearsay ? “ her face slowly became devoid of emotion as she stared at the older girl, almost like her brain was malfunctioning at the mentioning of someone else. “ ah —- i, um.. i forget there aren’t an abundance of healing quirks around.. ” she mumbled while she twisted a stray string of fabric in between her fingers. the unexpected conversation with her senior was entirely unfamiliar, but it was refreshing somewhere along the lines. a tiny smile quirked upwards as she formed a tiny circle with her mouth, lavender eyes widening at the other’s introduction. oshiro-senpai ? how nice. she seemed nice. “ m-my name is ueno shiori, from class 1f.  ” there was a vague feeling that the other girl already knew that, but she kept that to herself. momentarily, shiori paused, thinking over her next words. “ if i may ask.. what is your quirk ? “ shiori leaned forward and quietly pointed at the seat in front of her, as if asking her to sit down. “ i have time right now.. if you would like to talk. “

    ❝ it's a pleasure to meet you ueno-san. ❞ a small smile made it's way onto her face, to be reassuring of no ill will ( ugh, she hated smiling so much -- it tired out her face ). at the offer she nods graciously, && takes a seat. for a moment she considers how address the first year's question, explaining her quirk proved to have interesting reactions sometimes at least.

    ❝ my quirk is a bit morbid, unfortunately. ❞ junko warns, not actually caring enough to give one of her own accord -- but she knew it was worth noting to keep up her image, ❝ my quirk is... the ability to drain a living organisms energy through touch, && to use that energy to boost the strength of an aspect of myself. ❞ she sighs, lifting a hand to show off the custom glove adorning it -- shielding others from her touch, ❝ i don't have much control of the actual draining part, any touch whatsoever && it just... happens. with my awareness of that i've always wondered if healing quirks would be able to work on me without harming another, or if, for some, the two would cancel themselves out completely. which would prove to be an issue as a hero, it already has actually with recovery girl. she ends up tired after healing me as well. ❞