「ギャル」

@despaircoded liked for a Pokemon Starter!

Maki sighed quietly, glancing down at the Pokemon who was quietly sitting at her side. Houndoom’s gaze was fixed straight ahead, until a sound seemed to catch it’s attention.

Almost immediately, the Pokemon turned to face the source of the sound, a sound of warning escaping it. That was enough to cause Maki to turn as well, a frown appearing on her face. She hadn’t thought that anyone would be stupid enough to follow her all the way out here… But it seemed that wasn’t the case.

“Why are you out here? What do you want?”

She would have thought that being out here would be more than enough to make it clear that she wanted to be left alone with her Pokemon… But apparently, someone just didn’t get the message.

( むくろ ) ❝ … who ... ? ❞  

Mukuro stops short, the pokeball she had been idly tossing stopping short. The shiny Murkrow that had been happily chirping on her head stares warily at the newcomer.

The girl had just been walking down the route, trying to grind, but .. this was unexpected.

MUKURO IKUSABA, BATTLE GIRL

Lulu ( LUCARIO // MEGA EVOLVE // STARTER ) - Level 64

Monomi ( BEWEAR ) - Level 43

Mini ( MURKROW // SHINY ) - Level 51

Rifle ( COMBUSKEN ) - Level 45

Hotaru ( INCINEROAR ) - Level 55

( 盾子 )  ❝ Kae ..? ❞

Drip, drip.

Junko stands just in front of the Music Room’s door, frozen. Usually, she’d barge in, disrupting the girl while she’d be playing. They’d banter and argue a fair bit, but she could admit that the girl had grown on her, and now …

Drip, drip.

Blood, dark blood dripped onto the piano that the girl had loved playing so much. The white and black keys were painted pink, and it had seeped into the piano itself. Now, it was probably broken.

Kaede’s body was suspended above the instrument she had dedicated her life to, a golde flaked katana plunged hilt-deep into her stomach. The pianist’s hands and feet were bound, a gag half-shoved into her mouth, and she hung by the neck attached to the ceiling. 

Cuts and bruises were all over her body — an especially bad one on the back of her head staining her light, blonde hair magenta. Junko curses.

( 盾子 ) ❝ Dammit — I liked her. ❞

( 盾子 ) ❝ Oh well! It’s all better in the long run — at least now those pigs will have something to fuss about. Haha — bet one of them will scream when they find the body~ ❞

“ Hmm? Big Sis Junko? “ 

Monaka, who was chuckling as she worked on her latest creation, blinked and turned to look at the blonde with a curious look.

“ Ahaha! Another Monokuma! Monaka calls it Junk Monokuma! Look, isn’t it simply gorgeous? “ she pointed at the … creative… mechanical bear. “ Still, Monaka has a lot more ideas, too… especially if her ‘beloved’ older brother intends to use the secret weapon at one point…. though for him it would be more like a last hope, probably… anywayyyyyyy, Monaka digresses… she is sure big sis Junko would have thought of something like this…. “ 

With a soft smile, she looked up at the older girl in admiration.

“ … no? “

( 盾子 )  ❝ Nope! You overestimate my talents, Monaca dear! It’s a very cool and intriguing idea! ❞ 

Oh, who was she kidding — the bear was ugly. But hey! Monaca had put time into it at least, so it had to do something besides looking like a trainwreck.

( 盾子 ) ❝ Heheh — knew you’d come around eventually! Sleep’s just so boring, y’know? ❞

Junko scooches over in her seat, grinning. In one hand, there’s an old, battered Game Girl, it’s case shoddily painted half-black, half-white. In the other, there’s a large, clear water bottle, full to the brim with soda.

She takes a sip of the soda casually, scrunching her face up at the taste. Junko doesn’t actually like soda, very much — but the taste of despair overrules it all. She continues button mashing.

@despaircoded

“God, can’t you kill people more quietly. Some of us are trying to get work done.”  Well, maybe it was partially Junko’s fault for tying up the old geezers she’d wanted her sister to off in her studio. Still, like, how the hell was she supposed to focus on drawing with Mukuro lumbering around?  Her eyebrow twitched, she turned around and threw the G-pen right at her sister.  “JUST GET RID OF THEM AND BE QUIET ABOUT IT!”  God, why did she get all the real talent in the family…

( むくろ ) ❝ ... ❞    

Mukuro catches the pen easily, swiftly tucking it into her pocket. She cups her hand around one of her target’s mouths, only registering their terrified expression for a split second before she stabs them in the head.

Sure, her preferred weapon was a gun  —  but she ran the risk of angering her sister even further if she made even more noise. One thing that she learned from multiple years living with Junko is that it was just best for her to follow what she’d like her to do.

“Too similar to Maizono. Try for some fucking originality. Come on Lady Enoshima, I thought you were more clever then that.” Hell, he knew she was more clever then that. Suggesting such a lame thing must of been her idea of a joke.  He leaned back against the door and crossed his arms.  “What if you offed captain optimism and framed Kirigiri?” Nah, that still sounded lame to him…there had to be a better way to deal with her. They’d gone out of their way to  remove more of her memories then the others…. Her talent… Her purpose for coming to the school…. Her class memories… All so she wouldn’t be as much of a pain in the ass and then at the end of the day she was STILL a pain in the ass. 

( 盾子 ) ❝ Oh, oh, I got it! ❞

The young woman all but cackles, throwing her head back. Junko looks scary  —  almost too scary, for a small 5′5 gremlin. She sits herself on the monitor’s table, being careful to not sit on anything important.

Junko crosses her legs, a crazy, despairful look in her eyes.

( 盾子 ) ❝ We could kill off the hopeful brat and the heir bitch! They’re the only ones who are really useful in trials, y’know? But we can’t do it right away  —  first we gotta mess with them. So we implant memories into them  —  memories of her being violent, memories of her threatening people, and the like! ❞ 

( 盾子 ) ❝ Then, we kill them off! Miss detective investigates as per usual, an’ ever so slowly she’ll realise that the evidence can only point to her. And we can execute her! ❞

Junko squeals, kicking her legs back and forth and grinning.

5′5 ( with boots ) - 4′11 ( without )

5′7