#fancy suit with a big brown trenchcoat and gloves over it.

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Peacemakers sense of fashion is like so clearly whatevers comfortable/ "well I think it looks nice." and its so funny to me.

Hes never wearing anything good

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Redesigning the Trigger Happy Havoc Girls

Kyoko Kirigiri

I gave her a mix of a trenchcoat and her canon jacket with the symbol of her agency on it. It still has some of the things of her original jacket such as the zippers. The belt has slots that hold her tools such as a magnifying glass, flashlight, powder, etc. She keeps her weird zipper shirt because I think we deserve to see it. Don’t question why but I turned her tie into a scarf. She wears dark purple dress pants because I say so. I also love her boots and gloves so I kept those but made the gloves longer.

Sayaka Maizono

Don’t question me but I made Sayaka’s redesign Y2k  inspired. I gave her a fluffy light blue coat, white long sleeved shirt, light pink top with “Sweetheart” in hot pink cursive, holographic pleated skirt, and some cute baby blue and pink Hello Kitty sneakers. I took the pink bow from her canon uniform and put it in her hair because that’s cute. 

Aoi Asahina

I want Aoi to look like an actual swimmer, thanks for coming to my TEDTalk. I decided to give her a more sporty looking ponytail and I made her chubby. I decided to keep her red jacket since I like it a lot. Her redesigned outfit now consists of a swimsuit with donuts on it, and and a red pair of boy shorts. I gave her some Nikes because her canon sneakers are ugly.

Sakura Oogami

Can someone, anyone, PLEASE give Sakura some CUTE clothes?

I decided to give her a cute pink cropped hoodie with bunnies on it, floral sports bra, and lavender sweatpants. I gave her a pair of grappling gloves and a pair of white Adidas. She has dreads because I say she’s Blasian.

Chihiro Fujisaki

I think she deserves to look cute. I gave her a light green hoodie with different pins that represent her special interest, a yellow dress shirt, green sweater vest, and a pleated brown high waisted skirt and a pair of brown slip on shoes on her feet. She also wears cute light green headphones because I love her.

Celestia Ludenberg

Good lord this is gonna be a tricky one. My two primary fashion headcanons for her are gothic lolita and Y2k so I’m gonna try and combine the two. For her outfit, I decided to give her a burgundy fur coat (faux fur obviously), a dress inspired by her beta design but longer and decorated with card suites but also sleeveless. The hem of the top and the skirt is lined with dark red faux fur. I kept her canon shoes because I like them. I also gave her a little crown bc she’s the queen of liars and split dyed hair (it’s red and black btw). 

Toko Fukawa

First of all, I’m getting rid of those ugly ass braids because I don’t like them. I decided to tie up Toko’s hair into a high ponytail and made it curly. Her redesign is inspired by both her beta one and the dark academia style. They wear a brown trenchcoat over a dark purple blazer, black blouse with frills, plaid pleated skirt with sexc socks and garters bc it’s Toko, and Mary Jane shoes.

Mukuro Ikusaba

Mukuro deserves to look like an actual soldier so I gave him a black tank top, camo bulletproof vest, black gloves, camo pants, and combat boots. He wears his sniper rifle on his back. He also wears a dog tag with his birth name (bc I hc his name to be a codename).

Junko Enoshima

Time to go down the full Y2k road with this girl. First of all, I made her Black bc I said so and fuck Spike Chunsoft for not giving us Black Junko. She wears a big fancy cheetah print fur jacket, red tube top with an angel and demon wing on it, a black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and red pumps. She also wears angel and demon Monokuma earrings and giant red heart shaped sunglasses.

And that is all my redesigns!

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Please use She/Her for Chihiro and He/Him for Mukuro as I headcanon Chihiro as a trans girl and Mukuro as a he/him lesbian. 

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RALLY CO. #1 - RALLYING CRY

          The Fine Foxhole was a popular jazz lounge, tucked away into the art deco styled urban jungle of Arcadia, Maryland. But one had to hear about it via word-of-mouth to get in. And that was how Dannik Djannik knew of it.

          Dannik Djannik was a pale Polish man, with a mustache connecting to mutton-chop sideburns. He wore two fancy watches and jeweled rings on left and right index and middle fingers. But never chains: In his time as one of the city’s go-to people for getting highly sought-after items, he learned that being the best fence in the city was dangerous work. To that end, he’d also hired a bodyguard who didn’t talk much, and wore sunglasses at all hours, even at night.

          Going to the Fine Foxhole meant Djannik would get his entertainment for the night. But it was also a means of meeting with potential clients. As the slow piano number gave way to a lively swing band, his client appeared: A tall figure in a trenchcoat, with russet brown dark skin, and black hair in a ponytail, wearing lipstick of a similar shade to her hair, but it gleamed under the light hanging over Djannik’s booth. Seated, the newcomer removed their hat.

          “And who do I have the pleasure of addressing tonight?”

          “Miss Felix Basra.” said the woman. She was of Pakistani descent, and was in her early twenties. She kept on her coat and leather gloves, features stern.

          “Well Miss Basra. I’m more than excited to personally give you this piece, after the generous purchases you’ve made for me in the last few weeks.”

          “But of course, Djannik. From what you’ve told me, it is of some considerable interest. I understand a notable crime lord uses it?”

          Dannik Djannik gave a big grin. His bodyguard glanced over momentarily, looking at Felix, before the dealings resumed. From his jacket, Dannik took out a small case and slid it across the table to Felix, who caught it. When she opened it, her eyes widened in astonishment: It was a set of three darts. Each pointed tip glossy from some sort of secretion carefully applied to it. On the other end, colored “feathers” distinguished each type of dart, likely to whoever they were utilized by. And Felix recognized them immediately.

          “Familiar to you?”

          “You could say I’ve had a prior encounter.” Felix muttered. “Are you certain these are from the source I specified?”

          “Of course! Our promise was that I would give you the tools of the Golden Shadow’s assassins.”

          Just then, the bodyguard nudged Djannik, gesturing for him to keep it down.

          “Wait.” said Felix. “You also said you’d provide me with one of their trademark daggers.”

          Djannik gulped.

          “Well, frankly that’s even more high value than a few darts. The reward must match the risk…”

          “I have, every time. Haven’t I?”

          “The deal has changed. They don’t give those daggers out to just anyone.”

          “Oh, I know. Because I saw one of such rank go after someone I know.”

          With that, Djannik tugged on his shirt collar, and had to get up.

          “C’mon, shades. We are doing some serious leaving now. Bring more money next time, Miss Basra.”

          But as Djannik sauntered off, Felix could see that the man was clutching something in his jacket. Djannik and his bodyguard were headed for the backdoor out of the establishment. For a moment, the bodyguard glanced back and spotted Felix, but he made no effort to stop her. Though it confused Felix, she endeavored to follow them anyway. But when she got outside, what she saw astounded her.

          “My word!”

          Djannik was under attack. Several masked thugs had set upon him, his bodyguard fighting them off alone with his fists. At the flash of a long knife, Felix produced a weapon of her own: A short baton with a hook like fixture, known in martial arts as a jutte. And with it, she expertly caught the knife and disarmed one of Djannik’s attackers. Felix and the bodyguard charged forward, fighting off every one of them.

          “Enough! Return the sacred dagger, or perish!”

          One of the thugs brandished a saber, and caught Felix by surprise. She was able to catch the sword’s blade by the hook of her jutte, but the sword slinger only pressed the attack. But just as quickly, the attacker fell suddenly. And by the gleam of a silver blade and round-framed glasses, Felix had been saved.

          “Mr. Callahan?...”

          Felix couldn’t believe it. Her mentor, occult detective Solomon Callahan had appeared. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, his hair steel grey from age and countless adventures. He was clad in a swamp green three-piece suit, and he held a silver blade that he was sliding back into its sheath, which doubled as his cane. She had known the man for years: Her aunt Malika was Solomon’s police liaison, and doubly Felix’s caretaker.

          “Your girlfriend Georgia told me you might be here.” said Solomon. “What in god’s name were you thinking?!”

          “I was thinking this.”

          Felix crouched down, taking something from the felled swordsman. The sight of it made Solomon gasp.

          “I’ve been following leads for a while.” said Felix. “These are the Golden Shadow’s men. Dannik Djannik has one of their sacred daggers.”

          “I see it, but I can’t believe it...” said Solomon, taking the object in question from Felix: It was a kind of medallion. These street hoodlums were initiates of the crime lord known only as “The Golden Shadow.” And Solomon knew him well.

          “I’m just in this to find the assassin that hurt Auntie Malika. But people seem to be wary about discussing the Golden Shadow.”

          “I’ve feared this day for some time…” admitted Solomon. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you everything on the way.”

          “Wait. The dagger!”

          But when Felix turned, Djannik was out cold. The dagger was missing, along with two of the Golden Shadow’s men, and Djannik’s own bodyguard.

          “They’ve vanished!”

          “Trust me, Felix. The trail is not yet cold. And you won’t have to seek it alone.”

          The two took to Solomon’s roadster. The car went speeding through the city streets, and eventually to Solomon’s sizable upstate estate. As far as anyone knew, he lived there alone, and a chunk of it was dedicated to his library of fringe studies. One did not become an occult detective without sufficient familiarity with the paranormal.

          “My last clash with the Golden Shadow was quite some time ago. I haven’t heard much about him since. But if those were his minions, then he was the one who masterminded tonight’s attack.”

          “But who is the Golden Shadow really, Mr. Callahan?”

          “The alias has circulated for decades. Centuries. It’s nearly as old as time. Synonymous with the vices of mankind, and how one might profit upon them. In my encounters with him, I believe he is denizen of long sunken Atlantis. A necromancer at that in search of ultimate power.”

          Now that was a far cry from what Felix had been dealing with so far. Mostly street level crimes and mysteries on her own. Occasionally someone might have dabbled in the paranormal, but not so consistently as a nemesis. Not like what Solomon Callahan dealt with. The two entered the building. When they arrived, there was another young lady there about Felix’s age, perhaps younger by at least a year or so. She had silver hair accentuated by a red hairband, with pearl grey eyes that looked weary, and wary. She had on a loose long-sleeved shirt, and a long skirt, carrying bracelets and necklaces in her hands. When Solomon reappeared, she beamed. But at the sight of Felix, the poor girl could not help but shrink behind Solomon once he was close. She looked as if she had seen a ghost, or was one herself.

          “It’s alright, Katrina. Felix is one of my other students. She studied under me as an investigator.”

          The girl named Katrina remained behind Solomon. It was then that Felix relaxed her stern features. Felix hung up her coat, and took off her gloves. Now she had on a dress shirt and pants, along with a cozy black, white and purple sweater vest.

          “My name is Felix Basra. Any friend of Mr. Callahan’s is one of mine too.”

          Katrina gave a little nod, and shuffled from behind Solomon.

          “Bonsoir. My name is Katrina Kafka… I study the mind with Monsieur Callahan.”

          “Katrina is a psychic, like myself.” explained Callahan. “Do you feel comfortable demonstrating, Katrina?”

          Katrina nodded more quickly now. Her enthusiasm grew, and she began to levitate the various pieces of jewelry she carried. They floated out of her palms, before gliding onto her wrists and around her neck.

          “Katrina’s specialty is telekinesis. We can also perform telepathy and observe spirits as mediums. And if we feel daring, we practice other abilities!”

          “Oh, he is too kind.” Giggled Katrina. “He found me at home… back in France. I struggled to control my abilities, but he has offered me a place here while I figure them out.”

          “It’s not quite a mansion, bit cramped for that… I didn’t expect very many overnight, let alone long-term guests, so I dedicated it more to work.” admitted Solomon. “But Felix my dear: As one of my past students, I would like to extend my assistance, as well as that of Katrina’s to your cause.”

          “As always, I thank you for your insights.” said Felix. “But outside of information, I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

          “And I know you’re too stubborn not to run towards the danger. Your aunt and I were the same way.” said Solomon. “What I’m offering you is help. Perhaps I might be getting older—all the stress I’ve put myself through over the years hasn’t helped… But as I said: You are not my only student. And I don’t simply refer to Katrina: Three of my pupils, who each sought out my knowledge each in different areas, live in the city! Adventurers at heart. I want to begin training you all together as a group.”

          “Like you and your old friends in the Rally Company?”

          Solomon nodded.

          “It’s been too long since explorers, investigators, any and all manner of adventurers have come together for common causes. Individually you are all formidable individuals in the making. But I believe that in order to address new challenges, and difficult problems such as thwarting the Golden Shadow, you must band together. Form a new Rally Co., as we did in our day.”

          Felix nodded.

          “Where do we start?”

          “You will find your new allies at Century University. Take my roadster. Katrina will accompany you. I will stay here and set about finding your next lead.”

          Solomon tossed Felix his car keys. Katrina set forth outside to take to the car. But before Felix left, Solomon addressed her one more time.

          “She is powerful. But she struggles with her confidence and needs… support. Give her that, and I know there is nothing you two cannot accomplish.”

          “And if these allies you’ve got for us are as remarkable as you make them out to be, we’ll achieve damn near the impossible.” said Felix. “We’ll be back right away.”

          Felix hurried out to join Katrina and they were back to the city towards the university where their mysterious new companions were at work on their next adventure. And as promised, Solomon took to his study to begin seeking out a means of learning more about the Golden Shadow: Perhaps an incantation of scrying, or remote viewing using his psychic powers. But once more he found himself unable to locate his foe, or any of his sinister machinations, working at it for a time.

          “Detective… Psychic… Warlock… you are atrocious at all of these things!”

          The voice sounded as clear as day. Hard to believe it was telepathy.

          “Damn you. Couldn’t stay dead, could you?!” thought Solomon. There was venom in his veins. Or rather, in his thoughts.

          “Death is a fate even you will eventually succumb to, if not in battle against me, then perhaps in the quiet of your bed. Few of your former adventuring party are around, and no amount of meddling kids will change that.”

          The Golden Shadow’s psychic impression was so strong, he almost seemed to appear in the room. Solomon scowled, but knew he could not attack him. His estate had sufficient magic safeguards in place, all seen to by Solomon himself.

          “Astral project here to haunt me or my charges and you’ll find yourself in the throes of rightful doom, you fiend.”

          “Bah! I need not bother.” sneered the Golden Shadow. “As we speak, I loose upon your ilk my men and a monster. One you are acquainted with.”

          Solomon’s eyes widened.

          “What manner of cryptid?...”

          “Perhaps you might recall them from before you met the girl during your jaunt to France. The countryside was littered with them!”

          Without thinking, Solomon extended a hand and let loose a green streak of lightning from his palm—a powerful mystic bolt. But the Golden Shadow merely laughed, and the sound of his wretched, raspy voice gradually fading. The occult detective pressed his index and middle fingers to the temple of his head, trying desperately to offer a telepathic message to Katrina.

          “Katrina… Katrina, please! Let this find you in time!”