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Post by Monokuma ✰ on Sept 11, 2017 16:10:07 GMT -5
 I AM NOT A BAD BEAR even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things [The students gather in the Chef’s Retreat Lounge after an announcement by Monokuma.]They say the ultimate cataclysm, the World Ender, had been prophesied since the beginning of time. Truly, humanity held a death wish. From its creation, the human race foretold their conclusion. And out of the thousands, millions, billions of theories burning in their false indignation, not once had the truth been predicted; not once had she been predicted. Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair...the end of the world. By her side stood Mariko Nakazawa, her peer-turned-colleague.The two together were an unlikely pair, to say the least. One stood tall, proud, plucked, dressed in any assortment of clothes to elicit just the reaction she desired. The other buried her thin frame in modest bunched rags, preferring to operate in shadow. Together, they formed the deadliest duo in the history of man. At their signal, the world fell to its knees and shattered beyond recognition.And then, they died. These criminals were tried by their victims and put to the gallows, where they belonged. Mariko Nakazawa was buried in a small, unassuming grave, and Junko Enoshima was split between her students. They were gone. The world was as well. But then it was not. And they still were. So why? Why?Why were they standing behind the bear in still, wax-like menace? You could mistake them for figurines if the Fashionista hadn’t waved charmingly as the contestants filtered into the area. And suddenly, it came flooding back to you: resurrection was more than a pipe dream now. …The Ultimate Despairs were back.“Ohhhh, look at them! Look at them and get like, totally super duper depressed about how ooooold we are!” Junko assumed a catlike smile, putting her hands to her chin in a mocking impression of paws. And within a couple seconds she began to frantically restyle her hair, whipping out a pair of glasses and slamming them onto the bridge of her nose. “I’m glad to see my calculations were of the utmost certainty. Antioxidants do prevent wrinkles, even as we near our 40’s.” She let out a curt giggle, shrugging. Mariko finally turned to look at her, clearly not very impressed.“Wrinkles, no wrinkles...who cares? Let’s...get to the matter at hand. After all, these bitches are in my domain now.” As though she even needed an introduction, the green-haired monster held up one hand lazily, cracking a small smile. “...Mariko Nakazawa, Ultimate Film Director.”“And Juuuunko Enoshima, Ultimate Fashionista and Supreme Ultimate Despair!” Junko made a peace sign, cackling with glee. Mariko glared disdainfully.“Tch. No nuance at all...whatever.” She crossed her arms, looking to the floor. “We’re back...somehow. Let’s finish what we started, yeah?”“Uh-uh-uh, not so faaaaaast!” The taller girl shoved her finger in Mariko’s face. “Don’t you get it?” She looked down regretfully, quietly sliding a mushroom hairclip onto her head. “We’re just part of a motive...like that old hope freak, we’re here to be used, abused, and lose…”“...Oh.” Mariko shrugged once more. “Maybe...we should let the new one explain. Yeah, Mr. Monokuma?”
Well, at least it felt familiar when the bear sprung forward once more, seeming to finally activate.“Thaaaat’s right right right! You’re correct, Ms. Enoshima! And may I say, you don’t look a day over 16!” At this, Junko beamed. “Now, ontoooo...the motive! These two stood on the wrong side of history, but haven’t you ever played jump rope before? You never stay on one side of the metaphorical rope! In fact, they’re ready to...see the errors of their ways, if you know what I mean. But being locked in this stuffy kitchen, how can they?! Too many cooks, y’know? So I’ve decided...to let them go! That’s right! In a week’s time, they’ll be out those doors into the world. What they do is up to them, ‘cause I’m not their mother.”He paused for a minute, letting the weight of his words sink in. If they were released into the world...it would end once more. Your families would most likely be killed in the chaos. Your friends, your home, your life...everything you knew would disappear. You’d be left stuck in your gilded cage, with nothing to come back to.“Buuuuuut...if someone decides to kill before the week is over, I might just realize the world is too dangerous for these girls! After all, what kinda world do we live in where our hopes for the future are bloodthirsty teenagers?” Well. He had a point, didn’t he? Most of the contestants left were a bit...unhinged, after the events of the past few weeks. “And then I’ll just put them back where they belong: the morgue.”The Despairs didn’t even flinch at the threat. Death was...an old friend for them, you could guess.“And if you can’t stomach the thought of stopping these two from accomplishing their biggest dreams, perhaps the surprises in your rooms will sway you.”As if on cue, the bear projected forth from his red eye onto the opposing wall. And if you turned to look, you’d see...a video feed of all your rooms. Some were empty, and yet...some were occupied by a single individual, living and breathing...to the shock of some. Oh no, these were not average people; it seemed the dead had risen once more.“If you’ve noticed...congratulations! I’ve given you back the people you once cared for soooooo beary much! Ms. Karlsen, I’ve given you Amadeus, and Ben has been returned to Mr. Dayton...Mr. Kikuchi’s father, Mr. Kurth, father of Ms. Kurth...and Carol Laws, for Mr. Yuuki! Aren’t these gifts wonderful?! They’re living, breathing reincarnations for a very lucky cast of characters! Of course...every present has a price tag. Puhuhu…” He chuckled lowly, shrugging. “If, by the end of the week, a murder hasn’t been committed, I will put your loved ones through a most undesirable end...once more. And wouldn’t it sting to see your mistakes repeat, Ms. Karlsen?” Monokuma’s head tilted, and he pointed to her. “Don’t blow it, okay? ‘Cause if you kill someone, not only will you get to take your loved one out with you...but you’ll be able to pick another person and their loved one as well.”
“So, in summary! If you don’t kill by the end of the week: Ms. Enoshima and Ms. Nakazawa are released into the New World Order, and I take back the gifts of life! And then...you remain here. If you do kill: You have the chance to escape with three other people! The Ultimate Despairs are put back to rest! And you get to leave Hell!...’s Kitchen, that is. Puhuhu…”
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Post by Koneko Kikaimoto on Sept 11, 2017 16:20:10 GMT -5
 Rage. That's all Koneko could feel as her processor limped along. Pure, deadly, concentrated rage. Rage that could barely be contained in the broken wires, causing them to crackle with her fury. It took a few moments for her to even find the words to describe this feeling, but when she did... "Are you fucking serious!?" She snarled, her voice breaking mechanically as she seethed. "Y-You can bring back the dead, the dead--and yet--!" She stopped herself, choking on her words. Jun. Ren. The two people she'd failed to save. Jun, who'd been hanging like a ragdoll from a cable fashioned into a makeshift gallows, and Ren, who... ... She couldn't think about Ren now. The more the wound inside of her that his death had caused ached, the more... she felt ridiculous. She'd known him for such a short time... yet she hurt so much. It was simply ridiculous how she couldn't just get over him and move on. "...Nevermind." She looked down, bottling up her fury and tucking it away. But... No, wait, that couldn't be possible. In the camera feeds... there he was. Jun. Alive.... Koneko hadn't intended to ever kill, but it just got that much harder to resist doing so. you cant wake up - this is not a dream |
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Post by Dorothy Saotome on Sept 11, 2017 16:31:38 GMT -5
After Dorothy heard everything the Despairs and Monokuma had to say, she held one of her hands in front of her face and stifled a laugh.
"This... This can't be real!", she laughed. "First Valentina, now you two?" She then immediately stopped laughing.
"Although this goes against all logic, I'll have to believe this. If Valentina came back, then surely those two could be resurrected as well. And my dad, too. I was too young to meet him..."
"I wonder what Monokuma used to resurrect them, though. It must be something great if it can resurrect over 20 year old corpses.", she thought.
But she kept thinking more and more. If Junko and Mariko were to go free again, would the world really end again? What about the Future Foundation? Dorothy figured that the Future Foundation would be even better equipped 20 years after the Ultimate Despairs originally died.
But there was one more question Dorothy had for Monokuma.
"Can we kill Junko and/or Mariko instead, Monokuma? Are they valid targets for this round of the killing game?"
Of course it had to be the bloodthirsty one to ask this, but hey, someone's gotta take the fall, right?
Now Dorothy waited for the things that would happen next. After a bit of an initial surprise, she went back to being excited.
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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Sept 11, 2017 19:20:15 GMT -5
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AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]Mayumi wasn't even surprised any more. Not even the resurrection of the cataclysts of the Tragedy could faze the bespectacled cynic. She just stood her usual stance, arms folded and making direct eye contact with the holographic bear. She rolled her eyes whenever Junko would say something idiotic, and just diverted her attention from Mariko whenever she opened her mouth. They just wren't worth her time. She didn't give a shit about despair, hope, or the future. She was just an observer unwillingly thrown into the crossfire.
After the motive was revealed, Mayumi felt relieved that she didn't have any deceased loved ones prior to the Killing Game. She suspected that regardless of what happens, Monokuma will just kill them all either way towards the end of their stay. However, there was only one person that she truly valued… and they were standing in this room. When Monokuma called out Irene, mentioning her' past mistakes,' her heart sank. She would do whatever it takes to prevent Irene from murdering someone so she, Amadeus, and others of her choice could escape, as long as it didn't involve bloodying her hands with murder. But that thought lasted for a split second, since she immediately remembered what Irene told her in the observatory. She had already surpassed Amadeus, her master, which made his existence mostly irrelevant to her. On the other side of the coin, this would be another opportunity to get to know her better and… just maybe… tell the toymaker about her mistakes.
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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Sept 11, 2017 20:33:39 GMT -5
[/s] "Can we kill Junko and/or Mariko instead, Monokuma? Are they valid targets for this round of the killing game?" Well, that didn't take long at all, now did it? The words from the nameless chick who had spoken a pair of bored green eyes scan the crowd to find first who had spoken, and then back to the pink haired fashionista who had been brought back alongside her...somehow, and was still modeling eyewear. "Mmmmm, they said they'd kill us. Kids today, no respect for their elders." The film director had been gazing out at the seventeen of you who had gathered here against your will, not saying a whole lot after she had given way to her protégé but this one, this one caught her attention. She didn’t stand out from the crowd really and there wasn’t a lot to say she was a threat. Tits for brains over there (looking at you, Orica) looked ready to off someone at the drop of a hat, but this little unspectacular wallflower was the first one to mention murder targets. Almost reminded Mariko of herself, really. "Apparently they're not a big fan of book learnin, either. Listening comprehension ain't your strong suit, is it babycheeks?" Brushing the purple hood off of her head for the first time you see the green head that had haunted the nightmares of a generation. Long green hair that fell down past her shoulders and almost to the small of her back. Bored, sleepy green eyes that still somehow seemed to hint that they knew something that you didn’t. This woman was a schemer, the Emerald Demon spoke about in history books and for some reason, most of you didn’t seem to care a whole lot. This was a great bunch of teenagers, they should all totally survive. Fuckin bunch of Iocuses...Iocusi? Either way, she slowed down her words here as if she were speaking to a roomful of toddlers, drawing out each syllable to make sure they all understood. "He just said we were a motive, dipshits. Can you kill a motive?"She paused for a moment and then shook her head quickly “Wait, no. Don’t answer that, being in a room with you lot for thirty seconds, I’m sure you’d get it wrong. I weep for the youth of today.”With a long drawn out sigh, Mariko sweeps green bangs out of her eyes. Apparently, there are no barbers in the afterlife, so she couldn’t get a haircut. Boo death “So no. You wanna escape, cute little lambs? One of you has to lead another to slaughter. Did the newbie not give you the script?”[/ul] |
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Post by Yuichiro Yuuki on Sept 11, 2017 23:58:25 GMT -5
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359 I want yuuki to run | There was an infinite amount of ways to express the utter terror of seeing these two alive, right before him. But instead of breaking down or breaking necks, he stood there. Just as pale as the waxy zombies before him. It was impossible, yet right there. A true paradox. Valentina was one thing, but seeing these two alive made it clear. The dead could be raised, and what a horrible 'gift' that was. True necromancy, androids, clones, sophisticated Alter Egos and holograms, the only thing that mattered was that Junko Enoshima and Mariko Nakazawa were alive.
They... Were in the same room as mass murderers. No, even worse. These people killed the Old World. They were the source for why the world was in such a miserable state today. He finally choked out a few words. "S-So.. Lemme guess. Killing one of you would result in a rule break, right? W-We'd just be executed if we tried.." That was the natural assumption to Mariko's assertion. "You can't kill a motive." Right, either that would get them killed or somehow, those two were also immortals. Slice off a finger? It might just reconnect along with all the blood lost.
Could they even do anything under Future Foundations watch, though? A killing game was one thing, but the Tragedy didn't happen in a night. It was a systematic process. Still, was that worth the risk? Killing now would be more like a sacrifice, right?
Then... The TV's flicked on. And the true horror revealed itself. "No.. No, no... God, no.. How.. H-How the hell.. H-H-How is this p-possible..." He eyes went wide, tears stinging and blurring his vision. He gripped his head on both sides, feeling like it was about to crack like an egg shell. Over a year of guilt finally crashed over him again. "This is too far! This can't be real! She's... F-Fake, she has to be!"
Panic enclosed him. He felt icy fingers wrapping around his neck. With sweat beading on his face, and hair having become a disheveled, he backed away from the crowd and ran to the room. He had to see this for himself. | |
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Post by Nero Fiammes on Sept 12, 2017 0:37:39 GMT -5
 Good Meals, Good Friends,
Good Laughs, Good Murders, What more could anyone want? Any Hopes Nero had, Any Dreams that Nero had dreamt, Any Possibility that Nero had dared bet on for this place had been shattered in an instance as three pairs of bloody eyes looked at him. The nightmare had been reborn.
"...This...is impossible!" shouted Nero as he looked at the two Ultimate Despairs. He collapsed onto the ground out of pure unadulterated fear as he looked at Death straight in the eyes, while it looked straight back at them. He couldn't even think straight as he looked at the devils in front of him. Every single instinct in his body screamed at him to run as fast as possible. Even the storms of the beach were a better alternative than to deal with these torturous fiends... He couldn't go through that... Not again.
However, even in the darkest of times, there was sometimes a light. As the TV screens came on, and Monokuma spoke, he truly felt tears of joy fall down his cheek. The Greatest Man he knew, the strongest and most heroic of them all, his father... had returned!
"F-Father!" Nero couldn't be happier as he looked at his father in his room. Truly, fate had been kind for him today, but as he listened to the motive, his smile turned into a frown. This would be the week of Hell for sure. He noticed Yuichi run off, as well as a few others react to their loved ones returning. He couldn't blame them, he truly wanted to return to his father... but for now, he remained. Nero the Emotionally Conflicted Baker
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Post by Liam Dayton on Sept 12, 2017 1:54:42 GMT -5
"What in God's holy name is going on!?"
The last thing I expected when I walked in here was to be face to face with the end of the world. Junko Enoshima and Mariko Nakazawa.
"How... How are they here!? H-How did you bring them back?! Junko was crushed! Mariko was fed into a grinder! They should be dead! Dead with the rest of Despair!"
Anyone could have been brought back. We could have had Kris, or Ren, or Rin, anyone! But instead, we got the two most horrible people known to history. They murdered thousands of innocent people all for despair. They don't care about human life, just making themselves feel despair. They're the worst kind of people, and they don't get any mercy from me. They killed Ben, they killed Kris, they just never stop the killing! Never!
"Set them out into the New World Order? What is wrong with you? We've only just recovered from the Tragedy, and now you're trying to bring it back?"
If those two monsters get out there, they'll kill everyone. The innocent people out there won't stand a chance. They shipped their hopes off to the Manor, and now they have no one left to defend them. If I had never auditioned for this stupid show, I'd be out there, ready to defend hope. But no, I had to sign up just to try and get over my past! It didn't work! In fact, I'm even more broken than when I got here. Every terrible memory I tried to repress just worsened. I started bonding with others, just to have those bonds ripped apart.
I watched people die.
I've already seen too many corpses for this lifetime. So many dead people. Ren is dead, Kris is dead, Ben is-
"Ben! How d-did you get him here! He's dead! I watched him d-die in front of me! I saw the knife in his throat! It-It can't be real... it can't be the real him..."
How do I even explain all of this to him? The Liam he knew isn't the one here today. Ever since he died, I let my mental state worsen. I'm not who he thinks I am. I'm tho one who tried to get himself killed for Kris in the first trial and I'm the one who lost control of his emotions in the second trial. I hope he still likes me after I try and get all of that out.
I don't know what to think anymore. I hate despair and everything it stands for, but they gave me Ben back. Despair gave me back someone I missed. Someone I cared about. Some I... I still can't even think it. He died upholding hope while I had my back turned, and despair gave him back to me. They gave me a second chance.
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Sept 12, 2017 10:41:57 GMT -5
 | Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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There was a certain sense of irony present in this mess of an introduction. No, it wasn't through how out-of-place their Baker was carrying himself, too distracted by the resurrection of memories buried six feet under, nor did it come from how the masterminds of the past were now chained into someone else’s game, turned into tokens used in a motive. Rather, the most ironic of all came from how an amateur was currently filming one of humanity’s best (or morally speaking, worst) film director.
Or does that actually not fall under irony’s umbrella? ...Well, whatever.
This motive… as Caelie panned her phone from one side of the room to another – slowing down at a few particularly colorful reactions – she begun to take stock of it all. This motive had various push-and-pull factors in spades, arguably in a relatively greater extent than those of the past.
If the previous ones were anything to go by, a murder was almost all but certain. The question though, as always, was the who and why and how and when.
Well, all in due time. For now, Caelie moved in search of a better angle to film their two new arrivals - thank god her phone actually had an above-decent camera, huh?
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Sept 13, 2017 22:11:00 GMT -5
"......" Irene stared blankly in front of her as those who sought only to destroy reappeared in front of her. Valentina had been revived, and now two more who had committed wrongdoings were once again among the living, though far less recently departed. There was indeed much to learn, as the situation was once again an unfamiliar one. If none among them brought another to an end, all would inevitably come to an end. All would inevitably come to an end at some point, if the universe functioned as it was believed to, but at a time far beyond theirs.
In addition to the three revived thus far, more still were alive. One in particular was familiar. In a room that could be concluded to be hers stood the genial, brightly-dressed figure of the elder master, Amadeus. Irene was the best at what she did, as were her fellow competitors, if it was an accurate term anymore, at what they did. The master had been the best at her trade before naming her his successor, and passing on. She had learned much from her time as his apprentice, and had surpassed him in ability, but had not learned what to do in case of his return. He would be pleased, no doubt, to hear of her accomplishments. While no longer the best, he would surely acknowledge her the position.
However, there was no victory to be found in his return. She had learned from him what he was willing to teach. He had been surpassed. There was nothing to be done for him. His return would remain temporary. The bear had been incorrect in addressing her. She was the best in her field. Craftsmanship and perfection were of utmost importance. Irene Karlsen did not make mistakes. There were, therefore, no mistakes to be repeated.
Irene turned to Mayumi. "It appears my master has attempted a short vacation within this world. I cannot say I have prepared for visitors within my residence." She seemed to have made an attempt at a joke, before speaking more seriously. "His stay will not be prolonged."
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Sept 15, 2017 10:59:24 GMT -5
The always composed Orica was not expecting those two faces, the source of her country's woes, as well as the less important near destruction of the rest of the world. While she wasn't quite taken aback, she did need to process the reaction for a moment, but not long. "I had no idea that this farce could get any more absurd than it already had. Bringing back the life of someone that so recently died from their weakness is one thing, but so many more, including some of the most famous weaklings in history. Certainly their destruction was widespread but their defeat showed how weak they are. They can and will be defeated again, along with this bear's game."
There is one thing she noticed that the others might have been a bit too caught up with the return of such scourges to pick up on. They referred to the bear they had been dealing with as the “new one.” Curious. That may confirm that neither of these two dead people walking were the one behind this. There was indeed a new despair lurking in the shadows. No matter, Despair's weakness was innate. They would lose alongside the two figures that needed to be reburied.
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