#murderouswriter

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.

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.

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. 

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…”

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. 

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.

“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.