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(( gghh I'm so so sorry for being so inactive all of a sudden... I haven't felt well physically or mentally, and it kinda drained my motivation for RPing. I'll try to get at least one reply out today, and I apologize again to everyone I've kept waiting. ))

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(( wowie I'm sorry for disappearing, last night was like living in hell and my brother made me sit through like ten minutes of DR today and I am completely fried and kinda irritated. I'll get to replies tomorrow. ))

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"……… you're really weird…… in so many ways…"

✖ "Well, duh~! At least it makes me interesting t'be around, yeah?!"

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Hey Syo ever thought about cutting your hair?

✖ "Mm... Yeah. See this rat's nest?" She pauses to grab one of her braids. "Is a fuckin' disaster t'deal with! Washin' it's a bitch, brushin' it's a bitch... Maybe I'll just chop it all off one'a these days."

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M!A Syo is now a snowman for a day

(( I'm not sure if I'll do this one or not but I'm mAINly just laughing like an idiot bECAUSE

SHE'd BE A SYOMAN. ))

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Specify a character and leave a number in my ask, if you’re feeling so kind!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

Character solidifying!

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✖ Syo took a moment to catch her breath, before dropping the concrete chunk and leaning over Yu's body. There was a gash in his head where the rock collided, and it was slowly oozing blood. She placed her fingers on his neck, and quickly found a pulse. As she thought, he wasn't dead, but he was out like a broken light. Another wicked grin crawled onto her lips - it was time to get this show on the road!

✖ A little exploring eventually found her a storage room and handcuffs. Being a small girl with little build, it was a struggle to drag the fool's body into the storage room. It took a good number of minutes, and once they'd made it, she let out heavy gasps, taking in huge gulps of air. He was tall, but he looked a little lanky. She hadn't expected him to be so heavy! Once recovered, Syo grabbed the rather sturdy office chair sitting around, and pulled it near the center of the room.

✖ Lugging the unconscious body onto the chair, she took one pair of the handcuffs and snapped his wrists together behind the back. The other set rested in her hands, where the murderous fiend's bloody eyes gazed at them curiously. Would these be able to fit around his ankles? Maybe if she loosened them as much as she could... After doing so, she attempted to trap his ankles in the cuffs, which just barely managed to fit. It would be a really tight and uncomfortable squeeze.

✖ "...Hnn... Hnhnhn...! Hehehahaa~!" She began snickering uncontrollably, admiring her work. She was absolutely thrilled by the thought of making Yu bleed. She couldn't wait to cut into his skin, she couldn't wait to make him scream...! By now she was fiddling with a pair of her Genoscissors, resting against the back wall and waiting for her victim to awaken.

[c] fool and death // yu-are-foolish

>Just as you were about to leave this god awful land forever and hopefully land in the confines of Inaba, you felt something smash against the top of your head, hitting you like a freight train. Crumpling under the weight of the object, you simply hit the ground with a thud, and a nasty head wound to top it off too. The last thing you heard before the attack was the shrill, almost demonic laugh of who you assumed to be Syo. It was a ploy. And you fell hook, line and sinker for it.

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By ザキコ

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                You can’t         stay                           away from     m e

    I can still      hear you   making that sound                  I’m                  —preying     on you tonight

    Hu n t  you down,      e a t   you            alive

                                                                       Just like animals

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✖ Was twirling her killer scissors on her finger out in public a good idea? Was letting her tongue loll out of her mouth, visible to everyone around her, a good idea? The answer to both was a big fat no, but that never stopped Syo from doing either. One of the hilts slipped onto her index finger, the blades of her Genoscissors swirled around, other hand resting on her hip.

✖ She was used to stares, so they typically didn't bother her at all. However, she could almost feel a certain pair of eyes boring into her frame, and she almost started to feel a little... Uncomfortable. Syo turned her head to find the perpetrator, catching the blades of her scissors in her hand (No doubt leaving at least a faint mark), and found a rather odd-looking girl approaching her tentatively.

✖ "H-Hello!" She began suddenly, before the murderous fiend could even try to speak. "Th-That's quite the tongue tongue, h-huh?" After stating a rather obvious point, she found herself being educated on... Tongues. Syo craned her head curiously, her own still hanging out lazily.

✖ "Well... Y'certainly got that right! This stupid thing?" She pointed to her tongue. "I can actually fit the whole thing inside my mouth! It's just real uncomfortable, so that's why I don't do it. Watch!" Just like that, she slurped the muscle back into her mouth without a problem, and flashed a rather toothy grin. "It'ch kinda hard to chalk wish it in there, though." She slurred.

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✖ Her anger seemed to startle Komaru, but she grabbed Syo's hands and tried to comfort her through small touches. Through the midst of her shouting and fury, she felt a little bad that she was being so outward about this. Scaring her friend was the last thing she wanted to do, but she couldn't help it. Komaru was too important to her, she felt it was her duty to protect her. She'd lost a god damn eye because she wasn't there to save her...!

✖ "Y-You couldn't h-have stopped it..." She tried to insist, but already her voice was weak and shaky. "D-Don't blame yourself, please..." By that point, she was shaking almost uncontrollably, clearly unsettled by the memories. Was she going to have a panic attack? She hadn't the slightest idea what to do if that happened. Touko had dealt with those in the past, but Syo? Never in her life had she had or dealt with anyone having a panic attack.

✖ "Tch... Dammit, Komaru!" She hissed. "My fault or not, I... Thing's could'a been different if I'd been there to help... 'm just angry. 'Kay? I'm angry! 'Cause it's not fair! Y'only have one eye now, Komaru! Why's it gotta be you?! Why's all this bad shit gotta happen to you?!" She suddenly stopped, unable to keep spitting out meaningless words. She didn't know where she was going. The murderous fiend let out an agitated sigh, closing her eyes for a moment to try and compose herself.

✖ Moments ticked by before she was calm enough to try and speak again. "L-Look, I... I didn't mean t'freak you out... Don't get all panicky on me. I'm... I'm sorry, okay?" In response, she adjusted their hands, now holding Komaru's and gently brushing her thumb over her skin. "I'm... I just..."

"S-Syo…!"

One set of hands grabbed the other, squeezing the fists as a sign of reassurance. It wasn’t like Syo could have done much, anyway. It was a surprise attack, something that couldn’t have been stopped, even if they knew.

Fear stabbed at her heart, fiercer and fiercer the louder Syo’s voice got, but Komaru swallowed and steeled her nerves. Syo was just worried about her, she knew… It was understandable that she’d be furious.

"Syo, please…" Komaru’s single eye had gone soft, pleading with the other. It darted back and forth, unsure of which eye to look at. "Y-you couldn’t h-have stopped it…" She licked her lips, mouth going dry. "I-I didn’t expect it… I-I wasn’t anywhere dangerous… w-well, more dangerous th-than the city usually is…”

Komaru’s form began to tremble, the memory threatening to surface and launch her into a panic attack. “D-don’t blame yourself, please…”

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✖ Syo craned her head and let out a dreamy sigh as Byakuko listed off the things she was, but they were all synonyms to what she really was - disgusting. That's mainly all she was to the heiress, and she knew it. She was utterly and completely disgusting. Even still, she released another shaky sigh, seemingly on cloud nine.

✖ "Mistress... Yer gettin' me all bothered with that kinda talk! What else d'ya think I am? Foul? Putrid?! Call me whatever y'want, I insist~!" Her hands were clasped in front of her, and she was leaning towards Byakuko with such eagerness and excitement, it was almost repulsive. She seemed pretty fed up with the murderous fiend's antics.

✖ "Is there anything you need? Is there something you want? if not stop following me, rat." In response, Syo tilted her head again.

✖ "Do I really need a reason t'be near ya? Or, maybe yer just too busy for someone like me? Y'don't have th' time to waste on a peasant like me? All I want is to be near you, Mistress!" It could never be as innocent and sweet as it sounded, because Syo just didn't do sweet and innocent.

Even though tired from her little run, the heiress tried her best to stand tall. Though, she was bending forward slightly, panting hard as she tried her best to regain her lost breath. Her nails digging into her forest green jacket as she tried to hold such things back, though failing.

"You…" She had to pause for a bit to slow her breath. "Since when is slime a higher rank than filth? They’re both equally disgusting. Disgusting. Vile. Extremely unpleasant. Just like you…"

There we go, completely back to her old self. It seemed like the genocider in front of her hadn’t even been effected by the work out. Oh well, if she didn’t give up now, if there would be another round Byakuko would outsmart her for sure… for sure. 

"Is there anything you need? Is there something you want? If not stop following me, rat."

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✖ Syo watched lazily as Yu examined the TVs. He tapped one of the screens, and a gasp of shock nearly ripped up her throat, and she only just managed to stop it - The screen had just rippled! Crimson eyes were wide as they darted from the TV to the man, and back again. Was she seeing things? "Th-Th' hell...?"

✖ She shook her head to clear her mind. Ridiculous! There was no way he actually made the TV screen move or something crazy like that! If he had some weird power or something... She had to move quickly...! Put the plan into action! Her eyes scanned the broken down ground in search of something large and blunt, and came upon a pile of demolished concrete. The Murderous Fiend swiftly grabbed a chunk that was as big as her two fists.

✖ "Hyyyaaaa~!!" She shrieked, bringing the rock down onto the top of Yu's head. The sound of his skull splitting echoed throughout the store, and the fool fell to the ground, unconscious. Small splats of blood stained the concrete, and a devilish smile graced her face. He wasn't dead, that wouldn't have been nearly enough to kill him. However, now she had time to prepare the... excitement she had in store for him.

[c] fool and death // yu-are-foolish

>Once again following the girl, you spot the TV’s lining the back wall, and look them over before walking up to them. A simple tap of the screen with your knuckle lets the TV ripple like a stone in a puddle. Perfect, it still works in this world. 

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✖ "I announce I'm back, and y'all come flockin' to me like flies on trash!"

✖ "I suppose it's nice to know ya missed me, y'bunch'a masochistic weirdos!"