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@bcggars​ said: [ point + knife ] your muse holding mine at knife point. - idk what brought it to this point but Kaz @ Sonia

violent reactions // accepting

She does not like the person she is now.

It’s miles better than serving under Junko Enoshima, that’s for certain. But the Sonia she had been in the game, the one without memories of the atrocities she’s committed, the one who was almost blindly loyal and protective of all her friends...That Sonia was a good person.

Sonia wasn’t sure she would ever be able to be good again. 

Not when her mind was clouded with grief over their fallen friends. Not when she could hear the screams of her family and friends back in Novoselic being slaughtered whenever she attempted to sleep. Not when a dark, treacherous part of her heart convinced her to sneak a knife from the kitchen for protection as she slept hunched over Gundham’s pod in the Future Foundation headquarters.

How could she even attempt to call herself a good person if she couldn’t trust her friends? 

Especially not when, startled by a noise, the princess of a fallen empire reacted on pure instinct. Novoselic had always been a country well versed in the art of war and her time working as a Remnant of Despair had only honed her craft. It’s pure muscle memory, the way she grabs the knife from the floor, spins with all the grace of the Ultimate Princess, and pins the intruder against the wall, blade to their throat.

It’s only a split second but Sonia swears she sees her brothers in Kazuichi’s frightened eyes - her dear older siblings begging silently for their lives with just their expressions. And maybe she’s not a good person but that sharp sting of horror that blooms in response to Kazuichi’s reaction is enough for Sonia’s eyes to mirror his terrified look.

The knife clatters noisily to the floor as the princess, eyes wide and haunted, attempts an explanation. “I...Ka....Kazu...I...y-you st...you startled me, I...I’m so...I’m sorry, I..”

She’s aware of the stinging in her knees first; second, the ache in her chest, like a vice grip on her lungs, her blood pumping noisily in her ears. It takes several moments later for Sonia to realize she’s collapsed to the floor - and several seconds longer than that to realize the reason her vision has blurred so suddenly is the influx of tears flowing from her eyes.

   @bcggars​ :  ‘ we made that by the skin of our teeth. ’ - Scout for Pyro!

   “WHOO! no kiddin’! s’a good thing we have reflexes of a cat, huh?”

@bcggars​ for Medic

【🔧】— It was rare for the Engineer to approach the infirmary unless she was injured or that one time when she was piss drunk and wanted part of her arm chopped off to replace it with a prosthetic. So when an uninjured, sober Danielle poked her head in, it was anyone’s guess what she came in for.

       “Doc, hey,” she greeted. “Lissen, yer good with birds, right?” The question was easily answered when a dove swooped by and divebombed the intruder, bapping her on the helmet, to which the engineer barely registered. It was an obvious question that someone in a medical profession would at least have some passing knowledge on avian health if they were going to own a whole flock of the animals.

     The Engineer had her hands cusped loosely into a ball together, like she had something small and delicate between them. Approaching her co-worker, she slowly opened her hands up to reveal a small, yellow mess of feathers. Upon further examination, the mess of feathers was actually a bird, a canary, to be exact; and it didn’t look very healthy.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Almost an entire work week should have passed until Pyro finally noticed that something weird was going on. It wasn’t that Pyro was stupid and oblivious, just that work was so repetetive that he hadn’t even noticed.until he was supposed to have the day off and didn’t. He glanced at the calendar, and asked a team mate, to realize that the days had been repeating for him.

       Legend had it that if one passed by their soulmate without actually meeting them, then they would be trapped in a one-day time loop until they did. Pyro made an effort to get to know his team mates a bit more, hanging out with each one individually until the day reset again. All eight of them, but no change in the date.

     Since it was a work day, that meant that the only people Pyro came across were his team mates, and the enemy team. One of them had to be it.

      That was one hell of a predicament. Something that Pyro really didn’t want to do was try and talk to, let alone try to humanize the people he was hired to kill, because that meant he would hesitate in the future. On the other hand, if he didn’t try, then the future would never come for him. So try he must.

      The harsh New Mexican terrain caused the woman underneath the mask and heavy suit to swelter, making it hard to think straight. She knew one thing though, that if her hunch was right, then she should keep an eye open for any of the opposing team mates who weren’t repeating themselves. She wound up spending most of her repeated days on an elevated platform to observe the area, watching each individual to see who was breaking the pattern.

“....”

“I-Is that y-your pick-up line?? Really?? At least put some thought into it!!”

@bcggars​    ╱     nagito     ღ

IT ONLY TOOK ONE GLANCE AT THE BOARDED-UP, NAILED WINDOWS FOR HIM TO REALISE THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG.

THE NAME OF THE SCHOOL WAS PLEASANT ENOUGH - HOPE’S PEAK ACADEMY - THE TARDIS’ RECORDS OFFERING HIM A FEW NOTES ON ITS REPUTATION. Regarded as one of the world’s elite insitutions, accepting only the very best in their respective fields, it was certainly somewhere that served as temptation to his inner curiosity. Such a centre of knowledge and importance was undeserving of neglect, least of all from someone who appreciated education as much as him; thus, he had decided to explore.

THE SECOND HE STEPPED OUT - INTO ONE OF THE SCHOOL’S CORRIDORS, HE PRESUMED - HIS OPTIMISTIC EXPRESSION VANISHED. Far from the hustle and bustle he expected, the silence ebbing from the large space was almost deafening. Not only that, but a singular security camera could be seen a short distance away, and while not threatening in and of itself, he began to wonder why it had been installed in what was supposed to be a peaceful, orderly environment.

IT WAS THE WINDOWS THATTRULY UNSETTLED HIM, HOWEVER. Inhaling in shock, a hand instinctively reached into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a small, thin silver device with a red circular tip - his Sonic.

HE HAD BEEN POISED TO OFFER THE AREA A SCAN WHEN AN EMERGING PRESENCE CAUGHT HIM OFF-GUARD - A YOUNG, REDHEADED MALE. Swiftly hiding the instrument behind his back, he stiffened his pose as he was approached. A small, professional smile graced his lips.

“Good morning! Just here for a routine inspection - I hope you don’t mind.”