// Enju - Verses

// junko enoshima - verses

{ “Mutual Killing Game” } –                     ( ver ) .tragedy╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

      The Mastermind behind the whole “Mutual Killing Game” as well as the person responsible for the literal state of disarray the world has fallen into – Junko Enoshima is a despair-ridden woman who has decided that the best way to continue to spread despair? Is to make the world watch the deaths of the people who were meant to represent the “hope for the future.” To this end, she has high-jacked every channel to force them to watch the killing game she’s set into motion, though? Her active piece in this game is Monokuma … given how indecisive she can be? This might not always be the case.

{ Danganronpa:IF } –                    ( ver ) .fate╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

      Spoilers for Danganronpa:IF ;

      1 ) Junko lost. She lost. And was left … humiliated and angry as hell. She was left alive inside what was once her greatest trap. However? The one person she figured could never betray her did. And? It’s filled her with despair. She lost. Lost. It was hardly imaginable. Yet, she hasn’t decided where to go from here yet – Revenge? That was the typical choice of actions, after a betrayal such as the one she faced. Or, what? Accept defeat? Follow after the survivors whom had left Hope’s Peak Academy? Ether was filled with despair. Ether would suit~ She just can’t decide which.

      2 ) Due to Mukuro’s betrayal, she’s had to reset the game. Wiping everyone’s memories a second time, including her sisters, and leaving her just as much of a blank slate as she’d done to Kirigiri. However, this time she plans to play. She’s set Monokuma to act on his own – setting up an AI to act the way she’d approve of, by manipulating some help out of a classmate of hers. It’ll be complicated, but? It’d be worth it.

{ Normal School Life } –                   ( ver ) .fashionista╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

      Masquerading as a normal student can be interesting. Sometimes. Though, this certainly hasn’t stopped her… hobbies. She has spent a lot of her time at Hope’s Peak Academy still attempting to spread despair. Though I won’t give specifics, Junko actually did quite a lot during this time~ Especially while still pretending to be a normal student. ( Not to mention her job as a model! Who could have thought one could accomplish destroying the world while so busy, eh? ) Regardless, during this verse, she usually appears to be a pretty average student of Hope’s Peak Academy. I mean, moody, but~ eh.

{ Non-Despair Normal School Life } –                     ( ver ) .perception╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

      In this AU, Junko wasn’t born obsessed with despair. In fact, for the most part, she is a pretty normal girl. Except for her extraordinary ability to analyze situations and such – Predicting outcomes, noticing patterns, and so forth? She has always had a knack for it. So, it really was no surprise to her when Hope’s Peak Academy sent a letter to her, asking her to join their class. At first, debated turning it down – She’d predicted this might happen, and so it bored her a little. However, it did make her curious: Were the others there like her at all? In fact, it was that thought that got her to go. She wanted to know if there was anyone who was like her. People who could match wits with her. People she couldn’t always predict. And, since going, she’s been smiling more. Making more friends.       ( She is the “Ultimate Analyst” in this verse. :’3 Since she had no reason to try to cover up her skills by making it appear that only a faction of her skill was what she really had. After all: It’s her observatory abilities that helped her be a Fashionista. )

{ AI Junko } –                     ( ver ) .data╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

      A virus that slipped into the Neo World Program, as part of one of her many backup plans. She is a little unorthodox and a bit overwhelming. However? That’s no surprise. After all: The human one was still a bit crazy. And, though she doesn’t usually get herself involved until the “COUNTDOWN” has finished, this doesn’t mean she won’t – She does what she wants. It’s pretty much what Enoshima, virtual or otherwise, is famous for.

{ Vampire Junko AU } –                        ( ver ) .bloodstone (vampire)╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

       Junko Enoshima was born a vampire. Born dead. This has always given her a strange outlook when it comes to those who are alive - A mixture of jealousy and superiority. Because despite never being alive, she will “live” forever. This mixture of emotions gives her a bit of a dangerous range of actions, however. Despite the fact that it’s better for vampires to stay hidden, she’ll sometimes purposely tell people exactly what she is. Just to see how “mortals” respond to finding someone like her. She enjoys the fear she sometimes inflicts on her prey.

        However? Sometimes? Sometimes she becomes fond of these mortals. Drawn to them by the fragile beauty of a fleeting life. It’s a beauty she can never hope to obtain, but something she firmly believes would disappear if they were to live forever, like she does. ( She is very heavily, unlikely to ever change another person into a vampire. )

{ HnKnA Verse } –                      ( ver ) .white queen (hnkna)╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

      Despite being the “White Queen” Role for Wonderland, she calls herself the “White Empress” and will become severely cross with anyone who gets it wrong - However, despite being an Empress, and being in control of the “Ivory Empire,” Junko doesn’t have any role-holders who work directly for her. Her ability of “FUTURE SIGHT,” the ability to see things that absolutely will happen (usually just things that involve herself, or those in her castle…) have caused her to long sense disband her group and kill the “KING” who was supposed to serve at her side. She considers herself the isolated queen though - as long as you can surprise her, you might earn her amusement, her favor, and even more. But? It’s no easy task.

      You’ll find, however, she does have a certain amount of fondness for Role-Holders. At least, more so then “Outsiders”. Outsiders make her visions, her “future sight” more confused. More clouded. It makes her feel cut-off. So? Despite the fact that she has to like “Outsiders” and? She does. It’s just… is a risky business. Because if she doesn’t like you as much as she thinks your trouble? Her violence might show through.

{ Survival AU } -                     ( ver ) .castles crumble╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

      Despite the odds, despite the fact that she even tried to execute herself? Junko Enoshima has still, somehow, found herself alive. What will come of this? Even she doesn’t know - she’s in a bit of a daze. How is she alive? How is she supposed to act now that she’s survived?

      In this verse? People can ether assume she died and left (meaning they ran into her later), took her in at the Future Foundation to be punished, or saved her somehow? This verse is a little messy for details - After all: This can ether be the road to her attempting revenge or it can branch off to her attempting to redeem herself. She is chaos. It’s hard to know. ( When branches have started really showing up in threads, I’ll add more verses accordingly. )

{ Mystical AU / Orsus } –                     ( ver ) .bloodline (vampire)╰☆╮(❝Junko Enoshima❞)

      Junko Enoshima and her twin are younger vampires – however? Like most purebloods, they were born vampiric. They are from an ancient line, origins tracing all the way back to Dracula’s line, and yet? Junko couldn’t be less interested in their origin – well, aside from being sure that their lot on Orsus was customized to her specifications. Including importation of dirt from her homeland ( for the entirety of the lot ) and even importing in the specific home she had wanted. ( And her sister went along with. )

      They are less than a hundred years old – so? Relatively young, all things considered. However? They both inherited different abilities from their ancient bloodline. Junko was blessed with mesmeric eyes, able to draw people in or manipulate them by locking eyes with them. She needs to drink blood, however, to activate her augmented healing. She is not super human strong, however? She is quick and athletic. And giving humans ( living things ) he blood can create “ghouls” or “minions” out of them. She, like her great ancestor, can only be killed with a stake through the heart – she is weak to holy objects, but can exist in the daylight.

      The only time she needs permission to enter an area is if the area is a holy ground of some sort.

// mikuni alicein - verses

{ Servamp - Natural Timeline } –                     ( ver ) .envy pair╰☆╮(❝Mikuni Alicein❞)

      The Eve of Envy, as well as Misono’s older brother, Mikuni Alicein is a… goal driven and mysterious asshole person. He often appears to have his own agenda, and mostly aligns himself to help others, only when it’s beneficial to him. At times, it appears his contract has derailed him a little …

{ Servamp - Different Partner } –                    ( ver ) .goal driven╰☆╮(❝Mikuni Alicein❞)

     ( This verse can be used for plotting with partners role-playing different Servamps - In case we want to have a partner-swapped thread. No particular plot in mind for this one yet. But? I’ll add on branches for the different Servamps, as I find people interested in role-playing those different scenarios. )

{ Vampire Mikuni } –                    ( ver ) .bloodstone (vampire)╰☆╮(❝Mikuni Alicein❞)

( This can have two alternative scenarios -

      One ; Mikuni Alicein almost died - His battle to obtain his goal had thrown him into too much danger, too many times. And? Near death, he panicked. Mikuni has never liked pain, seemed to fear it, in fact. So? Near death, he pleaded with Jeje to save him. And? Against the odds, Jeje did just that - changing him into a vampire, because? As close to death as he was, there was literally no other way to save the older Alicein brother.

      Two ; Having existed for some time now, having been made a vampire/servamp a good long time ago, he’s never made a contract with anyone - Not interested with the counterbalance of a eve. He knows he could be stronger if he accepted it, Servamp’s and Eve’s work well together, he knows that. He’s simply stubborn. )

“haunted” ; messiah & isanami

continued from [ x ] ; @smiletorn

       At the very least he was glad she was willing to listen to reason – hearing him out and calming down a little, even coming to her own conclusion about the storm. Good. She had a working head on her shoulders. This was important, if they were going to be here together. Messiah didn’t work well with others often, especially civilians.

      Especially CIVILIANS who got in the way of his jobs. But? That was another matter. “That is the most likely solution, yes. Electricity can travel through the ground, or if it just happened to hit a powerline or such – it’s likely that it’d just turn on, if sparked into action.” At least, that was far more likely than believing this place to be haunted.

      Right?

      Science had nothing to imply that spirits stayed in any place. Though rumors and stories spun frequently about hauntings and the chaos that it could cause – Messiah was unlikely to believe it without proof. Spirits, strong attachments, regrets, anger… guilt . . ? There were many popular stories to explain “HAUNTINGS,” but? As far as he was concerned, those were the ramblings of a paranoid person. Or of a person feeling “GUILTY” themselves.

      “You needn’t apologize. You’re uncomfortable. That’s perfectly human.” Messiah reassures, as his eyes fixate on the hall – he was trying to see if he could pick any shadows moving in the distance. However, aside from the ones you would expect from flashes of LIGHTNING through dust-covered windows? He couldn’t see anyone moving inside the parlor. “If it makes you more comfortable, you’re welcome to continue holding onto my arm. But, if we find another person in here, I’m going to need it back – and you’re going to need to get behind me.” He couldn’t have her impeding his ability to fight, should he need to.

      And honestly, if she was going to be here with him – he’d almost rather know exactly where she was, then risk her wondering off. At least this way, he can reassure his clients that she was doing not damage to the place and keep her from risk of being sued. Or arrested for trespassing.

      “Detective Messiah.” He corrects, offering an ever-so-slight smile this time. His amethyst eyes shifting from his focus only for a moment to meet the other eyes – “Though, given the circumstances, just Messiah would be fine.” Why waste time in a situation where communication might be important?

      However, he raises his eyebrows a little at her question. Suddenly curious about the land, hmm? How curious. “They’re not in a position to have firm plans, I’m afraid. Given that they know little about what is here, or the condition it’s in – they’re going to need to make sure it’s safe for a property inspector to come through and assess the place. Once they’re finished, it’s likely to have everything here sold and the property destroyed to build something else. At least, that’s what most would do given the state of the place. But? Perhaps they’d refurbish and create a museum? That’s what I’d do.” Perhaps that made him a little… ODD. But he enjoyed old places like this. And it’s hard to copy this sort of building with modern designing. However, as they talk, he starts moving forward – his voice a whisper as he gradually inches forward. He wasn’t going too quick – he would make sure she could keep holding onto him as he continued forward, should she want to. He wouldn’t shake her off or try to move on without her.

      For both of their sakes? It was probably just better to have her come along for the ride anyways…

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@absortio

            ❝It can be really frightening I suppose.❞

WHERE WAS LIGHT, THERE WAS DARKNESS. But if one side triumphed, if one shadowed the other, all that negativity would continue to evolve and take deeper roots. That had been her case; sorrow, anger, bitterness, helplessness have all been emotions which devoured her heart, which made her resort to unsealing that abyssmal darkness which swallowed everything in its path. ❝You could say that the most terrifying thing was the emptiness which followed after. Once my anger quelled, once I could see clearer.. nothing which I had held any meaning. ❞ Pointless destruction. That pain was not solely inflicted on those who deserved, but innocence people had been affected; they suffered losses, their hearts cried out in pain. Death had never been beautiful for them, nor liberating. It stole what they held more precious. Allowing a heavy sigh of relief go past her lips, she raised her heard towards the sky. That clear blue was peaceful, serene and it calmed her soul. Her sins were hers to bear, nonetheless that experience still remained. The tough lesson Yuna received would forever be imprinted in her mind; its goods and bad had marked her. She was another person now. ❝The more you welcome darkness in your life, the more you seek it, the more it will consume you. You can say that was a lesson. As for what happened next.. well, those years were another form of darkness I confronted. ❞

       It was surprising to hear those words from the other – but? Perhaps more so then anything, it was surprising to hear someone say something to eerily familiar to her own thoughts. She remembered everything she’d done while working for the IGA LEAGUE OF FIVE, she remembered betraying the team that welcomed her back nowadays… ( some more warily then others, but? that was fair. )

      The NUMBNESS that follows when you get what you thought you wanted – was one of the most terrifying things in the world. It was like being adrift. Without a goal, without an anchor . . . for Anastasia, what followed numbness was p a i n. She was welcomed back, but? As a traitor. And the kindness granted her, with or without wanting it? Locked her down like shackles. That was why she was the “BRAVE of ICE” once again. And? After all this time, she was still a TRAITOR in some of their minds. And others have warmed up to her presence once more…

      “… though I can understand how you felt to an extent, and I’m glad that it’s been a learning experience for you, I’m sorry that you felt that way to begin with.” Nothing was worse than feeling “EMPTY” – abandoned. In her life she’d felt that way several times. And somehow, people always reached out to her.

      Even after she’d made mistakes. “Do you want to elaborate? You must want to talk… at least to an extent, to offer these words so willingly. I’m more than happy to hear you out, if you want to talk. Though I certainly don’t know if I can offer you any worthwhile advice.” Anastasia was similar – having a FROZEN HEART years before, due to her own person grudges and anger. And holding onto a HOPE she knew should have died. She’d tortured herself these ways, she knew the person who’d made the mistake was her. And? It’d consumed her for some time. However, she already had a history of being that “ODD WOMAN” according to Yuna… so at the very least, perhaps, she could hear her out.

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ She already analyzed the situation that she was in as soon they both stopped there. Even though it didn’t look good she wanted to at least try talking to him calmly without all of this, capturing was out of the picture as she likely knows what they are going to do with the Despairs once captured too plus she didn’t have a gun on her only stun weapons of the sorts. ❝Don’t judge me. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean that I’m useless cause I’m not an Ultimate like you, besides I do have a few skills of my own. ❞ Asano recalled back just stating her own thoughts there, it’s true she does know a few small things but that doesn’t mean she’s useless. Seeing that he took a step back as he said what was next did put her on edge though.

Already knowing what his talent does don’t help her ease her mind about it though, she took a quick glance around to see if there was anything that would help her get around with making the ground fall if she did go to him.  ❝Tell me, why do you think that my goal is to arrest you then? Let me tell you this since we are alone right now in this dark cave, my own thoughts about you Despairs there is highly different to what my boss is. Also, don’t think I didn’t do my research either I know what I’m up against….So let see if my luck is with me this time. ❞ She simply sighed lightly, this was going to be troublesome but she hoped that luck was on her side today though it was soon she felt a small wisp landed on her shoulder for good luck though.  ❝Well, you overlooked one thing I don’t use a gun, I only weapons that stun people. Although I could just throw my high heels at you to make you unconscious. ❞ With that being said though she thought that if she didn’t wear her shoes it would likely improve her chances maybe so she took them off.

      SERVANT laughs a little when she says that – “DON’T JUDGE ME.” As though it wasn’t already human nature to judge everyone’s adherent worth. It was funny to hear, though. Especially in this day an age. As society crumbles around you and the only LAWS that matter are created and reinforced with strict punishment.

      Not that SOCIETY meant anything to him at this point. He was with the ULTIMATE DESPAIR. Those whom had forced the world into this absolutely trashed state. “Is that so?” There was absolutely no belief in his tone. If the ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT – well, former, believed her at all? It didn’t show. If anything, he sounded more amused by her comments then before. But, his eyes still showed little to no interest. A consistent, degrading, look. She was no ULTIMATE.

     She was not H O P E.

            Nor could she dream to be.

     Not in his eyes. Not in this world. So? It was funny to watch her try so hard – it was about the same feeling someone might get from watching POLICE approach the BIG BAD in an action movie. You know they’re going to be slaughtered. To prove the s t r e n g t h of the bad guy, and prove the necessity of the SUPERHERO. “You work in a unit whose specialty is dealing with the tragedies of this current, crumbling world. Or at least, that’s what your uniform suggests. Am I mistaken in believing that that is why you try so hard, little dog?” He asks in a breath – almost sighing out the words, as through frustrated at why she could believe that she has the right to ask him these questions. “… you have different goals then your boss? Alright, interesting, I suppose. But your unity is one of your strengths in this currently chaotic world. If you do not hunt me down to relinquish me to that brute you call your leader, then why are you after me?”

      As she comments about his skill, he says nothing. Simply offering her a dead-eyed smile. He had never believed in his ability. LUCK was not H O P E. If anything – his skill was a tragedy. A curse. But, sometimes? It worked for him. He’d find out whether that was the case today or not. “Do you fancy yourself able to save me?” Komaeda asks, half-heartedly.

     She was going to try, then. He could see her removing her shoes and making her way closer, bit by bit. He could hear the ground crumbling ever so slightly under each movement. He knew – if she came out here, fully, they would both go crashing down. And yet, here she was trying regardless. “Should I give you a handy cap, Miss? Do you need me to move forward to give you an actual chance?” This was said in mocking – after all: She’d told him not to look down on her. If she asked him to adjust for her – then she’d be admitting that she can’t do it on her own. And yet, he was giving her a chance to prove herself. She was small, light-weight, she had a real chance. So? He’d remain still as they spoke… watching her movements carefully.

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She was getting nervous, despite telling herself that he would surely appear. Although he had confused her on their first meeting, what Yukimura-sama said at the Ten versus Ten matches before lingered on Isanami’s mind; despite what Sanada Nobuyuki came off as, he was a good person. Therefore, though she fidgeted in place at the gate, sounds of heavy footsteps had the FORMER priestess turning to greet the approaching person.

When his first words were, well, that ― she couldn’t help but smile. It was not like her past smiles that were bright and full of LIFE, but? It was the first time she had felt amused in such a long time.

Nonetheless, Isanami bows at her waist to the Lord. It felt good to see a familiar face, even when they were not that well acquainted. And seeing him gave her more hope that everyone else was still alive.  ❛ Nobuyuki-san. I’m sorry for this sudden intrusion. ❜ In fact, she had many things she needed to APOLOGIZE for. After everything that happened though, where could she start? She had so many questions… so many things she wished to ask of the person whom was her best lead right now. ❛ I’m… glad to see you are well. ❜

A bit of guilt TWISTS into her heart. She probably wouldn’t even need to ask that, had Izanami not inflicted so many wounds on him, using him as “bait”. She wondered if she was overstepping her bounds. She, who had caused so much grief in everyone’s lives, to be here and wanting information on them. ❛ If it would not trouble you… could we talk? I know I’m not your retainer or anything. You don’t owe me anything, in fact, I do owe you much more than what I could ever pay you back for. But… ❜

She tilts her head up, looking upon the stern older brother of the Sanada family with desperation. ❛ I don’t know what else I could do. Where else I could go. Ueda is gone and people say Yukimura-sama is dead and I don’t ― ❜ Her voice cracks and she cuts her words off IMMEDIATELY. She didn’t want to cry, not when she was already troubling Nobuyuki-san with her presence. ❛ I-I’m sorry. Please… give me a moment. ❜ The former priestess brought her sleeves up, pressing them at her face. Hah, even if she thought she had changed, being so prone to her emotions would probably stay with her forever.

      The ELDER Sanada simply stares at the other – dumbfounded by her sudden appearance after 10-YEARS. So much had happened in that time, so much had changed, and yet? Suddenly, a figure from the past appears at his doorstep. Someone who had been SEALED in the realm of the d e a d.

      Most would figure that would be the last time they would see someone. Even Izanagi hadn’t been successful in retrieving someone from YOMI, as she’d been far too changed. And that – was the goddess that now resided in their own realm. The one who had been reincarnated as this young girl. A STORY he would have been reluctant to believe – at best, when his brother had finally filled him in on this… if it wasn’t for the fact that he had been taken HOSTAGE by the vengeful goddess herself.

      “… if you want to speak to me, we should head inside. I can have a room prepared so that we may speak in private.” Nobuyuki finally says, after a few moments of just listening to the other talk. Snapping out of his confusion and deciding he needed to act.

      They should talk. He had some questions himself, but? First and foremost, he needed to bring her inside… She looked exhausted. So? Quickly he ushered out some orders, before turning around. Gesturing with his hand to tell her to come along. “I’m… sure you do have a lot of questions and concerns. I’m willing to hear them out, it’s alright. I have nothing more pressing going on right now.” He was a busy man – and he was in the middle of things. However? This took precedence given the situation at hand. “You can have as long as you need to calm yourself when we’re out of the open. I understand being overwhelmed. Please, take as much time as you need here…”

       He would gesture towards the common room, giving quick orders to keep people away from this area – though to fetch some tea and some food for his guest. She looked like she’d traveled a long way, and it wasn’t likely that she had stopped anywhere. So? With that, he just gestures towards the room. A silent invitation for the other to sit down somewhere. It was hardly prepared for guests, but? The Lord of Numata was improving for now.

“ restoration “ || nobu & isa

// nashetania - verses

{ Rokka no Yuusha - Book One } –                   ( ver ) .chosen╰☆╮(❝Nashetania❞)

It seemed only natural that the current “Saint of Blades” be chosen as one of the Brave’s. After all: She was powerful, talented –naturally gifted. When she was chosen, no one questioned it. It was clearly something she had deserved. However? Behind her playfulness, she has a bit of a wicked streak. Often pushing jokes just a little too far, just to see how people respond. She knows, she observes, and knows often which buttons to press to get the exact responses she is looking for.

{ Rokka no Yuusha - After } –                    ( ver ) .twisted╰☆╮(❝Nashetania❞)

Due to the heavy spoiler nature of this verse, I’m going to be purposely vague. After the events of book one, no one in the group is in the best place … trust wise, that is. Feeling and memories of the “lock down” everyone went through is still fresh in everyone’s mind.

{ Saint of Blades ( Before ) } –                   ( ver ) .playful╰☆╮(❝Nashetania❞)

Before it was time for the heroes to be chosen, Nashetania never had many chances to leave her home … As the “Saint of Blades” she is a warrior. Proud and strong. But? As a princess, she hasn’t left her home much … Though? As far as princess’ go, her life hasn’t exactly been simple, easy, or … nice.

@smiletorn continued from [ x ]

      When the young priestess agreed with his words – drunk or not, he found himself cringing a little. Why did he have to say it? Why had he sought her out to say it? Honestly, he couldn’t put two and two together.

      He was an idiot. That was true.

     He was emotional and irrational. He didn’t make his best choices based off of logic or anything – he did what he wanted to, and that’s what made him unreliable as the BRAVE of WIND. And, regardless of how hard he tried, he seemed like he couldn’t get any… better. He’d reached the peek of his skill and yet, his rivals all continued to grow. And with it, grew his own self-loathing. He enjoyed fighting. And to an extent, he was alright with losing. However, it seemed, more and more recently… all he ever did was lose. Again. And Again. And AGAIN. . .

      “… boring as fuck.” That was the only answer he had to Isanami’s comment: “What is life without some grief.”

      Kamanosuke enjoyed to lose to an extent. Pain was more then acceptable. The B r a v e of W i n d was an oddball like that. “But that doesn’t mean ya don’t regret it. Most people fuckin’ do. Why the hell… am I even here anymore?”

      Drunk Kamanosuke wasn’t very fun – in fact? He couldn’t help but obsess a little. Why was he here anymore? Was it still to beat Saizou? Because that wasn’t a dream in his reach anymore. Saizou kept getting stronger and stronger. The best outcome he could wish for at this point was Saizou killing him. But, at this point, the BRAVE of LIGHT and him barely had time to spar anymore… and Saizou kept shining brighter and brighter, while his wind remained the same. “I can’t… do what I wanted to do. I can’t even figure this shit out. I’m still mad. I can’t get revenge on him, and all I can do nowadays is pick on you… and… shit, even you’re getting stronger. What about me, though? I can’t… do shit. I haven’t done shit.”

      Surprisingly, tears were beginning to show up in the former Bandit’s eyes now.

       At this point – he recognized that he was weighing the team down a bit. Everyone was improving except him, and? As soon as a situation arose, it would only take moments for even their LORD to realize he wasn’t worth his weight in a fight anymore. Perhaps it was time for him to take his show on the road again. . . “If you someday surpass me, what the hell am I supposed to do about that? I-I –“ he hiccups then, pulling his legs to his chest once she’d jabbed at his forehead. An action that he barely acknowledged. His self-loathing was strong together. “Fuck, I should just go. I’m not… changing anymore. I’m not growing anymore. Why am I here still?”

      G’luck Isanami. He’s in a bit of a spiral of self-loathing. Drunk Kamanosuke has one of two moods – ether everyone is his friend and he wants more alcohol. Or? He hates himself and everything else. Today is the later.

// hattori hanzo - verses

{ Brave 10 } –                     ( ver ) .blaze╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzo❞)

       Hattori Hanzo, the leader of the Iga League of Five, is a manipulative shinobi whose existence… is a little strange. “Hattori Hanzo” is a false name, handed down from shinobi to shinobi, to whomever is strongest at that time. It is to create the illusion of “immortality.” (If one dies, another will arise.) However? The strangest things about him are his views on the world, the fact that he wants shinobi to rule over the lords, and the simple fact that he can summon fire from nothingness. At this point? He’s not terribly approachable, unless he’s been hired to do a job. And even then? Don’t expect him to butter you up.

{ Brave 10 S } –                   ( ver ) .embers╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzo❞)

      For a while, Hanzo was something of a traveling shinobi. Initially unemployed, and eventually hired by Sanada Yukimura, to become their current “Brave of Fire.” He’s trying to become a member of the team, and because of that? He has a little bit of a different “persona” that he’s presenting to everyone. Friendly, approachable, and attempting to be a team player, Hanzo is attempting to become a part of the Braves and live up to his new title. But? How sincere is it? That’s the part the whole team is questioning.

{ Modern AU } –                   ( ver ) .spark╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzo❞)

       Hanzo is a very particular sort. A little too nosy. A little too friendly. And? A little too pushy. He likes to involve himself in his friends activities and make himself a part of the group. This occasionally makes him hard to be around, but? This won’t stop him. ( He is a senior in high school, in this AU. He’s also known for taking a multitude of odd jobs, due to the fact that he lives alone. )

{ Missing Friend - Headcanon AU } -                    ( ver ) .firework╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzo❞)

        Warning: This AU is based on a headcanon that I have with Dev. ( @carnifcx ) In this AU, Hattori Hanzo is the “persona” that Saizou’s “dead friend” became. Due to the fact that he had willingly subjected himself to working for a lord, only to find himself discarded and “killed,” before being tossed into a river? Hanzo has a vague fear of fast waters and cloudy memories from before the incident in its entirety. He doesn’t remember being Saizou’s old friend, and he’s become very different since then… However? From time to time, those old memories come creepy up… and he wishes he knew who that old friend of his was.

// sinbad - verses

{ Kindly King } -              ( ver ) .royalty╰☆╮(❝Sinbad❞)

      This is the verse that will primarily take place in the bulk of Magi - before a lot of Sinbad’s plans have been revealed. Generally, this will be my primary verse for him, unless the others are requested.

       Generally speaking, Sinbad is an inspiration and surprisingly laid-back man. He appears open and genuine in most of his interactions - though that might just be because he is charming and just a little on the manipulative side. He knows how his actions are perceived, he knows what he’s doing, and he’s never lost sight of his goals. Despite how rounded a route he seems to take towards them.

{ Before } -            ( ver ) .dreamer╰☆╮(❝Sinbad❞)

      Young Sinbad. Generally speaking this will be the verse i use for any part of Sinbad no Bouken, at least? Until I decide to section it off into portions. If you have any particular timeline in there you’d like to explore? Just let me know!

{ After Timeskip } -            ( ver ) .god complex╰☆╮(❝Sinbad❞)

      This is after the time skip from when Alibaba “died.” Where Sinbad now runs the Sindria Trading Company again, and the world has changed quite a bit. It appears Sinbad is still chasing after the tail end of some dream that he’s leaving unspoken... but what exactly at his plans? No one knows.