Akira "chaotic extra" Kurusu [Jᴏᴋᴇʀ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
purrtagonist) wrote2018-03-18 12:30 pm
purrtagonist) wrote2018-03-18 12:30 pm
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[Week 1, Sunday: Junko]
[well. they made a deal, didn't they?]
[Akira isn't really sure if Terra getting caught means he kept his end of the deal by not fucking up, but nevertheless? he meets Junko sometime late at night on Sunday at the McDonald's, his demeanor as calm and composed as ever]
[(even if internally he feels like punching a wall, like releasing all of this tightly coiled tension that rests in his gut)]
You're still paying, right?
[Akira isn't really sure if Terra getting caught means he kept his end of the deal by not fucking up, but nevertheless? he meets Junko sometime late at night on Sunday at the McDonald's, his demeanor as calm and composed as ever]
[(even if internally he feels like punching a wall, like releasing all of this tightly coiled tension that rests in his gut)]
You're still paying, right?
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As they meet up, she smirks a wicked little grin. ]
Should I? You're the one that's Mr. Moneybags over there.
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You paying was part of the deal. I didn't get caught-- [but the words feel disgusting in his throat, because Terra did] -- so you owe me, now.
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Jeez, then you better be my sugardaddy in the upcoming weeks?! Spread the wealth, yo!
[ Inside she goes, immediately to the counter and ordering a french fry party tray. Japan rocks. She looks back over her shoulder. ]
I do, so let's get this going. I'm all excited thinking that someone could crack my outer shell...!
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I'll think about it.
[NO THE 500 RIPCOINS HE MADE FROM BEING AN ACCOMPLICE ARE HIS, FIGHT HIM. also what the fuck, that's a lot of fries]
Hm. You're the one who has to start, right? After all, I don't know anything about you than the things you've said in public.
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Anyways. The frys are delivered and she motions for Akira to the other side of the long ass tray — it's basically a surfboard. She takes one end. ]
There's a lot of places to start! I have to know what my audience wants to hear! It's obvious to everyone that I don't know when to shut the fuck up.
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[he'll easily drop into the seat across from the surfboard full of fries, pick one up, and immediately twirl it between his fingers. he's silent for a moment, trying to think of a good question to ask, when he remembers something she had said during the trial yesterday]
You mentioned being in a game like this one before. Were you talking about other Reaper's Games, or something else?
[and he pops the fry into his mouth while he waits for a response]
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[ She obnoxiously squirts ketchup into one mountain on her side, dipping soon. ]
I went to a high school for the elite. For ones with incredible talents. Mine was fashion — I had enough skill to get noticed in modeling agencies, to grace the covers of magazines... to be on everyone's lips — Enoshima Junko, Ultimate Fashionista! But.... when you're elite, you get attention.
[ She chomps her fry angrily. ]
Someone orchestrated a game like this — made us play. Made us kill.
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[he reaches for another fry, and wonders if it was this endless loop of killing games that caused her to enjoy inflicting despair so much. but he can't jump to conclusions just yet]
Why?
[he gets that this is a killing game for the already dead, a way to force those who died to grow and prove themselves worthy of a second chance. but]
This is horrible enough when everyone is already dead. Why would anyone be so sadistic as to run a game like this one back in the RG?
[I forget they can use TWEWY terms]
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[ She gives a shrug. ]
The person who ran it used Monokuma — our school mascot — as some kind of host. He tormented my friends, tormented me. I loved them so much, you know? But when your heart is full of so much love and hope — it'll be used against you. One by one, we turned on each other, knowing a trial awaited us. Sound familiar, hmmmmmm?
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""""""normal""""" ]
Survival of the Fittest is a theory Herbert Spencer once penned based off Charles Darwin's studies — how it is natural selection. The powerful eliminating the weak and thus, unless the weak adapts to their surrounding to become strong, it too will perish.
[ ....There's a bit of tears forming in her eyes. ]
A model is presumed weak by her peers. Athletes, scientific geniuses, detectives — and I, a weak model... What power did I have to achieve to survive...?
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Genius level planning, knowledge of firearms and weaponry, amazing fashion sense, charm, and superb leadership.
[he repeats in response to her question without breaking eye contact. yeah, he totally memorized her profile]
Model or not, you aren't helpless. That much is obvious. Otherwise, you wouldn't be a Reaper.
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My sister was a soldier. Fenrir enlisted her when she was but a teeanger, allowing her the freedom and means to travel. Doing mercenary work for scraps of cash. Before Hope's Peak — before the School Life of Mutual Killing — she tried to teach me everything she knew. Defense, a reason to fight back if life continued to be cruel. Going to Hope's Peak... it was the single best day of my life. It got me out of the spotlight, out of the filth of society fetishizing a teen girl.
[ Another bite. ]
Mukuro ensured she was the brawn to my brains. [ And another. ] I had to fight in life, before the killing started. To fill my belly, to find shelter.... from poverty to fame — both sides of the spectrum bored me, gave me nothing to aspire for.
[ She clears her throat. ]
Mukuro was killed early. By me. The Mastermind twisted our desires, made us distrust one another, but I... was one of the final ones executed in Hope's Peak. You can imagine my surprise that in my Reaper game... it was very much the same song and dance.
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If she took care of you and taught you how to defend yourself your entire life, then how did the Mastermind convince you to kill her?
[Junko seems strong-willed. but also a little crazy? so as soon as he asks the question, he realizes that it probably wasn't hard for someone a little unhinged like her]
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... by making me despair. by telling me the only person in the entire world was plotting against me... provided me "evidence" to support their claim...
[ She wipes away at her face, slamming one fist down onto the table to make fries jet into the air. ]
i gave in. i didn't want to die. i thought — i thought i was weak and mukuro was strong... that her stupid... smug assertion on "protecting her sister" was a lie... she had grown to a mercenary, she knew... how to do things we could never imagine... not until i fell into despair...
[ She's sobbing, shaking her head so hard. ]
i killed her before she killed me because i was weak.
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[. . .]
[he plucks a napkin from the napkin holder and reaches over the table to hand it to her, expression softening]
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Fucking gross, these don't need anymore salt —
[ Y'know, from her tears???? ]
It's fucking bullshit, y'know?! The thing I'm best at — it isn't modeling. It's getting people to despair too. That's my talent, the one people give a fuck about. And ever since that game, I can't turn it off. Despair is the only thing that can sate my mind, stop me from overthinking. There's no way to stop this —
[ She smacks some of the fries from her pile onto the floor with a fucking holler. ]
I'm brimming with despair — every inch of my body is despair and... that's why I'm here. That's why the head honchos in charge think I'm the model Reaper. Funny, right? Fucking hilarious!
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[quietly, but firmly, once she's done talking]
Then why do you keep doing exactly what it is they expect of you?
[it's an earnest question. he remembers their first real conversation, where she stated it was a Reaper's duty to spread despair to the players. she had seemed so into the idea]
Do you feel like you have no choice? Or is there nothing you can replace that despair with in order to calm you down?
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[ Sobering up a bit, she aggressively starts twirling her fries into the ketchup. ]
How long have you been this way? How long have you just been.... you? Were you born with it? Was there a traumatic event in your life? Your ....disgustingly sweet eyes... they're soft. Like powdery mochi balls —
[ And bite. ]
You see things the way that I see things now. Where you see hope and promise, I see despair and anguish. For any answer I give you, for any answer you give me — "it's just who I am", righttttttt?
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I'm the way that I am because I want to be this way.
[is his cool, perfectly level response. he leans back in his chair, arms folded, no longer poking at the fries]
Because I am okay with what kind of person I am, deep down. [that is what it meant to have The World, after all] Are you, Enoshima?
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[ She says with a narrowed expression. ]
What you see before you is the embodiment of despair — that was the only thing left. It's why I welcomed my bones being crushed into a pile of gore so... so openly.
[ But, as serious as their conversation was, she has to derail. Has to flick her gaze back to the mountain of fries. ]
Jeez, you really know how to make a girl feel easy on their first date, cool kid. ♥ I practically gave you every intimate detail about myself!
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[he doesn't feel like he'd get a straight answer if he asked, so he doesn't. instead, he reaches out for another fry, tearing it in half and popping one of those into his mouth before he answers]
The way you give in to your own despair so easily. . .
[. . .]
It sounds like an empty existence.
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[ Sniff. ]
When you're weak, you give into what makes you stronger. Whatever happens with this game, I win. That's strength.
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[folds his hands in his lap, legs crossed, still staring right at her with that steady, unwavering gaze of his]
You're right in that those with strength in the world tend to grind their heels into the faces of the weak with little regard to their humanity. [Akechi. god, is she reminding him of Akechi] But giving up that humanity to gain what you call strength?
I don't think that's strength at all. Maybe it's all you know now, but maybe--
[actually, he snaps his mouth shut, because he thinks back to their very first conversation where she opined if he would ever want to "save her." and he's getting awfully close to that territory]
[she's way too much like Akechi]
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[ She smiles weakly, very tired as she brushes the bangs from her eyes. ]
The strength to live in that world... it was the most important asset, Akira. Coveted. Wanted. A necessity, but privilege.
[ She shrugs, showing the boredom growing on her face soon after. ]
Being a Reaper is like natural selection, like I said. The next evolution of who I was shaped to be.
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[he reaches for another fry]
What was your world like? You mentioned "Fenrir" earlier, but I don't know who they are.
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[ Another fry. ]
Fenrir, it was a mercenary group. Went around the world doing dirty work. I wasn't apart of them — I had Tokyo to keep me safe. I had modeling to distract me. Mukuro... Well, she chased something else than I did.
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[there's no way they're going to finish this party-sized fry trough but they're trying]
And do you know why Mukuro decided to join a mercenary group. . .?
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[ THEY ARE TRYING SO MUCH. She hops from her seat and rushes to grab some sweet and sour sauce and a packet of honey mustard. #variety. ]
...She's a survivor. Through everything we were through growing up. We were homeless. We were take advantage of. We had nothing. But... she was a survivor, knew how to make do when the world gave us nothing...
[ She feigns her sadness. ]
... i don't know how she first found them, but they offered her a chance to do something. to do the only thing she was good at....to keep surviving...