// Junko Enoshima - Verses

// ewan juno - verses

{ Before } -              ( ver ) .innocence╰☆╮(❝Ewan Juno❞)

      Pre-canon verse where Ewan is just a young man living out in the middle of nowhere with his brother. He is a good, innocent, boy who is simply trying hard not to be a burden for his elder brother. He is entirely aware of the fact that it isn’t easy to have to drop everything to raise someone else... and after their parents death? His brother has been doing everything in his power to protect and raise him.

      So? He does everything he can to help around the house. And does his best to keep up with his studies, so that his elder brother has no reason to be overly concerned for him.

{ Canon } -            ( ver ) .bloodline╰☆╮(❝Ewan Juno❞)

      Unaware of why he was chosen for this particular round - it appears that Ewan was one of the “princes” summoned to the Thousand Year Labyrinth, in hopes of picking the next ruler. And whereas most of them are famous names, genius’, musician’s, ... famous people, he has none of that prestige behind his name and is unsure why he was picked.

      Also, he’s one of the ones who is quick to suggest that the others all work together for this crazy event. He’s not interested in competing. He’d rather just make sure that everyone survives.

{ Emperor } -             ( ver ) .coronation╰☆╮(❝Ewan Juno❞)

      After the events of the main series - and leading into the events of the second series, this is the events after Ewan was chosen by the others to be the ruler. This would be the verse of the others supporting his rule, and him just sorta... trying his best.

// run - verses

{ Canon Route } -                   ( ver ) .dedication╰☆╮(❝Run❞)

      Determined to fix the problems he knows exists, Run decided he would do whatever he could to become someone of great importance - so that someday, he would be able to call some of the shots. Make some changes. Stop... future tragedies from ever happening the same way again.

      This has been a bumpy road for him. Leaving him unable to do things exactly how he wanted to... despite his best intentions. And, eventually, this route of live leads him to finding the person responsible for his whole change in life. After all: He’d only been a simple school teacher before.

{ Canon Route / Later } -                   ( ver ) .puppet╰☆╮(❝Run❞)

      SPOILERS: After a very specific event, “Run” isn’t really there - and yet he is. Certain pieces of himself remain, leaving some of his tendencies to show, despite himself.

{ Chance Encounter } -                    ( ver ) .direct approach╰☆╮(❝Run❞)

      In this AU - Run ran into “NIGHT RAID” while he was still trying to think of a plan of action. He’d honestly always been something of a toss up, despite wanting to fix things. And having run into them, despite being unsure at first, he decides to work with them. Honestly, when it comes down to it? He just wants the situation to be fixed.

      No matter how it needs to be done.

// ukoku sanzo - verses

{ Professor } -                   ( ver ) .abyss╰☆╮(❝Ukoku Sanzo❞)

      Working to try to revive the Ox King, Gyumaoh, Doctor Ni Jianyi is helping with the very taboo experiments necessary to mix magic and science together. He is modern science’s first biological engineer and a very playful man. To the point of often annoying those who work with him... but he cares very little.

      In this verse he only goes by “Ni Jianyi” and will not respond to Ukoku Sanzo.

{ Crow } -                 ( ver ) .new moon╰☆╮(❝Ukoku Sanzo❞)

      Traveling around as “Priest” Ukoku Sanzo again, he’s decided to take some direct action on his own - this is the events of Saiyuki Reload, the Manga, when he continues to run into Hazel from time to time to manipulate events and cause him to respond certain ways. He is a trouble maker and is attempting to manipulate events to that they favor him... how will it end?

{ Better Days } -                 ( ver ) .starry night╰☆╮(❝Ukoku Sanzo❞)

      Before the “Light” died out of his life. Despite not being a wonderful priest, and never being properly chosen for the scripture he now carries, he at least does a good job helping out wherever he chooses to go. He’s a bit of a loose canon, and is very dangerous... but he’s known to hop from place to place, based on his interests at the time.

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Personal space wasn’t an issue, it seemed. She remembered when they both were uncomfortable with each other. Their first mission together, finding out that she had to ride on a horse with him, had been dreadful even for the youth that adored hugs. At that time, even if he didn’t show it, it must have been awkward for him, right? Well… even if it had been, she supposed it was that shinobi part of him, accustomed to carrying out missions no matter the awkwardness.

Since then, his touches had been scarce, careful even. Establishing that mutual respect between them, at least, the willingness to work together despite her own grievances, led to many things. The adventures she listed, for one… but? This moment of intimacy, in a hug that Isanami would deem common to her, was kind of…

For lack of better words? It was kind of embarrassing. Even for someone as shameless as her. Being around Hanzo didn’t make her uneasy anymore. She even accepted his head pats time to time. But she wondered why she felt self-conscious of herself — silly Isanami, maybe that’s how you made everyone else feel when you hugged them out of nowhere — before shaking it off mentally. She was fine with the hug and Hanzo. She just needed to figure out the mysterious reason why it was different, but that was a thought for another time.

Accepting her terms, she let out a soft giggle. It wasn’t too much to ask, right? She could only imagine the reactions of the other Braves if they happened upon Hanzo running an errand for her, however strange it may be. Or maybe they were used to it? Briefly, she wondered if any of them saw the time where she decided to bake cookies on his arm…

Anyway! It was his next words that brought her out of her stupor. Rolling her eyes playfully, she reached up and pinched his nose. A scolding gesture, showing her disapproval of his choice of words.

❛ Idiot. It’s not that you want to be human. You are human. ❜ Letting go of his nose, she gazed up at him with a gentle smile. Though the word ‘idiot’ was one of her rarer ‘curse’ words, she figured it was fine to use it for him again. One of her weirder endearments, so to speak, but this time her tone of voice lacked a bite. ❛ Hattori Hanzo-san, you are a human. And humans are allowed to make mistakes. Humans are allowed to be clumsy. Humans are allowed to learn. ❜

Lifting up her hand again and poking him on the forehead, she maintained that smile, though it spread out into a cheerful grin. Getting rid of that solemn mood and hoping to bring his spirits back up. ❛ I’m here, aren’t I? I’ll take your promise for — ah, no, I have another condition for that promise. Do you know the yubikiri? It’s what I did with my shrine sisters whenever we made promises. ❜ A childhood classic, but given their different pasts, she didn’t know if he actually knew it. Admittedly, it was a little childish thing, but he knew by now it was no big deal for her.

So, she wriggled a little in his embrace, a silent message that they needed to separate for a little. Then, she grabbed his hand and brought it to the level of her eyes, which were sparkling with mischief as she hooked their pinkies together. 

❛ Yubikiri genman,         uso tsuitara hari             senbon nomasu. ❜

Humming a little aftertune, she swung their hands back and forth. ❛ Tell a lie, get your finger cut off, and swallow a thousand needles after being punched ten-thousand times. Sounds painful, right? That’s why I’ll trust you won’t break your promise. ❜ When she had been told the meaning, she admitted it was a little gruesome, but it was just a display of words. Not to be taken seriously. Just a little fun for children back then.

❛ But… I’m glad you won’t push me away. I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as you need the time. I think it’ll be worth it. Show me what a Hanzo living in the future looks like. ❜ And her next steps towards him, laughing and tackling him into a friendly hug, she kept her head tilted so she could watch his reaction. ❛ And when that time comes, you can be the one to hug me first again. Just so I know it’s the real deal. ❜ Sticking her tongue out playfully, she reached up and ruffled his bangs, having an idea of what his answer would be.

      When the youth pinched his nose, Hanzo flinched a little – not because it hurt, but because he was sorta the king of over-exaggeration, and he was trying to keep her smile there. He wanted her to be happy, and given that he’s the one who had created this uncomfortable situation for the two of them? He wanted to help remedy it the same.

      “… I’ll keep that in mind, Isa-chan.” Hanzo responds earnestly. Finally, it appeared that his tears had entirely stopped, and he seemed to have settled a little. The tightened feeling in his chest was still there – but it was no longer pain. It was no longer DREAD. “Seems like I’m a few steps behind, but I’ve always been good at learning things if I really set my mind to it. So, it seems I have a new assignment.” He adds with a laugh – he’d always been a SPLENDID shinobi. Quick to learn abilities and quick to manage his F I R E despite it being an absolutely chaotic element.

      When she pokes his forehead, he laughs a little – it was a soft noise, still dampened by his earlier mood. But? He was genuinely amused by her response. “Another condition? Alright, I’m willing to hear you out.”

      I mean, the BRAVE of FIRE had no idea what she meant by YUBIKIRI. He’d never heard of it before, it wasn’t exactly the sort of thing you would find people using in the Iga Village. Shinobi were serious people – they had no time for childish things like that. But, he was willing to hear her out. It was a curiosity for him anyways.

      When she wiggled a little, he gave her the distance she seemed to need – and when she reached for his hand, the crimson-haired man gave it to her without question. Allowing her to hook their pinkies together and recite the phrase. “Am I supposed to say it too?” He asks, curious, before listening to what she explains what it means. Laughing a little, he comments: “Priests and priestess’ used to say this? I’m a little concerned.” I mean – it sounded like a like average torture for enemy shinobi, but? Hey, who was he to judge others. “… I won’t lie to you, Isanami-chan.” Hanzo replies, nodding a little. “But, I will remember this promise. You have my word.”

      At some point – he would be able to approach Isanami and show her what she was hoping to see.

      Someday, he hoped to be Ueda’s BRAVE of FIRE more then a shinobi of IGA. Someday, he’d be happy to show her what a Hanzo who lived in the present and lived for the future would be – And though he didn’t know what that looked like, and had no idea how he would go about doing just that… the thought of a future like that? Had him smiling regardless.

      “It’s a deal. I’ll remember that.” And when that day came – he would wrap his arms around his smaller friend, and tell her what he’d accomplished.

      ( … but more then that… he’d like to tell her what a big part of his life she’d become. As his friend. And in many ways, as the person who encouraged him to keep t r y i n g. This GENTLE darkness… had saved him from his own scorched earth policies on life. )

      With that, he finally releases his friend. Smiling as the other ruffled his hair a little. “When I have accomplished all you’ve asked of me,” He starts, standing upright before putting his hand over his heart – bowing slightly, playfully, he winks. “I’ll sweep you up into a proper hug, partner.” And with that, he stands up again. Closing the distance between them once again for a moment, before very carefully moving her hair from her forehead with a careful sweep of his hand and kissing her forehead gently. A chaste and honest thing that he’d never done before. “Until then, you have my apologizes. I know… I can be a bit slow at these things. But if you’re patient with me, I will do my absolute best to meet all of your expectations of me. I want… to be a proper friend to you. So I will figure it out, you have my word.”

      However – when he’d first arrived, he’d just gotten here after a mission. And the exhaustion from it was finally hitting, now that the adrenaline from his own anxiety was wearing down. He looked tired, and his molten eyes looked weary still. However, the smile that sat on his lips was earnest – soft, awkward, but? Kind.

      “… thank you for meeting with me, my friend. I caused a bit of a scene, but? I’m really glad we talked. I need… to rest now. But, when I wake? You should expect that I’ve got some things I’ll be working on.” He says with a laugh. Amusement in his eyes. “I’ll see you later, Isanami-chan.”

“human” ; hanzo & isanami

// irina jelavic - verses

{ Teacher ( End Class ) } –                   ( ver ) .miss bitch╰☆╮(❝Irina Jelavić❞)

      ( A professional “Honey Pot” assassin, and a surprisingly young one at that - she was picked to be the back-up for the children. Someone who was supposed to come in, and finish the job. Instead? She was hired as something of a language expert. And? Despite being fed up with it, almost immediately? She eventually welcomed the idea. Even becoming fond of the kids… though? She certainly doesn’t care for the nickname they’ve given her. )

{ Assassin } –                    ( ver ) .poisonous╰☆╮(❝Irina Jelavić❞)

       A cool-headed killer, and a professional at it, Irina is good at what she does. Often hired to infiltrate, at least for a time, get their guard down and then kill her targets? She’s infamous for getting the job done, even in very difficult situations - such as high profile, multiple witness, scenarios. She’s willing to use anyone, or anything, in her ability to get the kill. That was how she was trained. And she’s not about to give up now.

{ Settling Down } –                    ( ver ) .changed╰☆╮(❝Irina Jelavić❞)

      Due to the spoiler-ish nature of this verse? I will be a little vague here - Irina has switched her career path, given how everything eventually played out. And? Though it still requires she use a lot of the same skill sets she once did? She does find this job more enjoyable - after all! It is somewhat exciting to have a constant companion to pick on a little. ( Even if he just sorta tolerates her crazy some days… )

@ultimumsuperbia continued from [x]

      When he saw his brother struggle to meet his gaze – he could feel an overwhelming amount of s e l f shame wash over him. There was nothing wrong with how Tetsu and Old Child had done. They’d only been put in danger because of Mahiru and himself - because his E V E insisted on being a good person. Because - - - ! Well...They’d have been better off remaining as they had been, without becoming ALLIES of their jumbled mess of a team.

      Now his brother was INJURED. No. no. Not injured, crippled. Fighting Tsubaki hadn’t only left Hugh in a tight spot, but also Hyde/Lawless. . . If anyone should be apologizing, it was K U R O.

      He had been the one who had been l a t e. And though that wasn’t uncommon for the SERVAMP of SLOTH, it seems his retreat from responsibilities. . . had h u r t his family. And he felt immense shame for having been so late to action that his brothers were both suffering now. ‘… they’re not the first to have suffered for trusting me…’ G U I L T. Guilt soaked his thoughts, his everything, as he moved carefully to casually scratch at the back of his head. “… it’s alright.” Kuro - Sleepy Ash - mutters aloud, finally. His crimson eyes dodging the others… “You were fine. I was just… late.”

      As the eldest s e r v a m p, he was the one that people looked to for answers. And yet, here he was. He didn’t know what he could do to tell P R I D E that they weren’t responsible. ( . . . this was part of the very reason he h a t e d doing anything. FEELING responsible for anything. Making choices. ) “… please… don’t apologize. Just focus on feeling better.”

// jin kirigiri - verses

{ Headmaster Kirigiri } –                   ( ver ) .headmaster╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Kyouko Kirigiri’s father, as well as the Headmaster of Hope’s Peak Academy, he doesn’t exactly have a simple life. Even before things get to difficult, he does have to deal with a schools worth of academically blessed students. These people are special and require a lot of special treatment – not saying favoritism, but? So that they may mature to the best of the best? They need the right equipment, the right resources, etc. Not to mention, occasionally these talented people can be a little… on the destructive side. And? That’s all without accounting for any of the tragedy that begins falling at his feet.

      The Reserve Course. The Parade. The Massacre. The Kamukura Project… Slowly, everything begins crumbling around him. And it doesn’t exactly make it easy to run a school.

{ School Lockdown } –                   ( ver ) .future╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Determined to save his students as well as remain as a pillar of hope for the rest of humanity, Jin Kirigiri has made the decision to lock down Hope’s Peak Academy. Keeping himself as well as his students inside. It is a long shot – in fact? They may be there for the remainder of their lives. But, he is determined to make this shelter into something of a bomb shelter, a time capsule, so that they can remain protected and well. So that one day? They might help the world recover. With the students consent and even their help? They managed to do just that. Locking themselves away from the apocalyptic reality outside of their walls.

{ Non-Despair AU } –                       ( ver ) .trust╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Hope’s Peak Academy is a very difficult place to run sometimes. Having to watch after all these young, bright, brilliant students – who can be just a little on the extreme side. It’s becoming more difficult. And? Now with the school attempting to branch out to an overseas branch as well? It’s not the time to be falling short. Or… letting students destroy the grounds. Or setting fires. Or –

      Somehow, this job is a lot more difficult then he’d been lead to believe it was going to be. Oh well! He’s dedicated now.

{ Mystical AU / Orsus } –                      ( ver ) .resolved (ghost)╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      A spirit bound to the island itself – he no longer knows what he was before he died. Whether he was human, or some member of the “Folk?” He doesn’t know. In his death, he’s lost even memories of how long he’s been there? And, in general, the people of the island are willing to accept him as one of their own regardless. After all: For the most part, he remains within the library – making himself something of a librarian of the ancient grounds, and running it twenty-four hours a day.

      Due to his being there all the time, he’s become strong enough to run it. He’s gotten the mental focus to begin moving things back to their own shelves and such without help nowadays.

      All the phantom remembers of before his death is that he died trying to help someone figure out what they were – and how to survive as what they were. He feels a deep-rooted pain for those who have their race or their heritage covered up from them, so? He does everything he can to help them figure out what they are, how to coop with it, and accept the good and the bad that come with it.

@carnifcx continued from [ x ]

      The others comment earns him a grin from the Spirit Detective – he knew that though some might have meant the comment as something of a passive-aggressive note, he knew the FOX SPIRIT long enough to know when he was being teased. With that, he scratches at his cheek. “Well, gee. Didn’t think you’d want me to get ya somethin’ special. Should I try again?” He laughs out the words, but regardless, offers out the sweets.

      Kurama had in fact said that he would take them, so? He’d definitely take him up on that. And? As for h e r… well, he’d figure out something when she forgave him again.

       Eventually.

      However, as the other shifts attention to the bag of sweets at his side – the detective lets out a sharp, almost impressed, sounding whistle. “Holy shit, man.” He snickers, immediately poking through it a little. Kurama had asked for his help, after all. And yes, the red-head was right. He wouldn’t even remotely care about the implications of eating chocolate meant for someone else. Why? Because it was Kurama’s property now and he was offering it. So? Fairs fair, right? “And you got all these at school today?” He couldn’t even begin to hide his cheeky grin. It was hilarious to see all this chocolate dumped onto his companion. “How many more do you have that you couldn’t take home?” He had to ask – it was funny to imagine the others locker nearly bursting at the seems with sweets.

      Why? Who knows. Yusuke had a weird definition of humor.

      “I’ll help, sure. I mean, you’re giving me a hand too, right? Plus – if you wanna unload some, we could head to my place? I’m sure my good for nothin’ mother would give us a hand, if you just leave some there.” He continues, with a laugh – before pointing in the direction of his new apartment.

// ren kouen - verses

{ First Prince } -              ( ver ) .entei╰☆╮(❝Ren Kouen❞)

      Main series verse! This will be my default verse unless requested otherwise. This takes place during the bulk of the series, but before his exile. He is a severe man, but? When it comes down to it - not entirely unpleasant. He works hard to accomplish what he thinks is best, and is consistent in working towards his goals.

      He can appear unapproachable, due to his expression and the fact that he rarely gives away what he’s thinking. His speaking mannerisms... also do little to add him in this. He often appears uninterested in speaking to others. But? He is fiercely protective of his family.

{ Fourth Prince } -            ( ver ) .inferno╰☆╮(❝Ren Kouen❞)

      The verse for prior to the main story line - so back when Hakuyuu and Hakuren were still alive. Generally speaking, this will be young Kouen’s verse.

      However, this can also be his “what if” verse - assuming the verse is played as though Hakuyuu and Hakuren survived somehow.

{ Exiled Prince } -             ( ver ) .smoke╰☆╮(❝Ren Kouen❞)

      ( under construction )

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ Even though it wasn’t her business to ask, she was getting more concerned about his well being seeing him coming back with another injury from somewhere. She was told to stay back this time due to falling a bit behind on her reports so she had to catch up on them again. ❝Geezs, sometime along the line of how long we’ve been partners for, I’m going to lose count of how many times you walk in with injuries you know…. ❞ She sighed lightly as she walked up to him, doing a quick check if there were others.  ❝I don’t know how you manage to get these wounds this time but I’m starting to get worried more about you. Let get these cleaned up before I can dress them, I should have a spare roll of bandages somewhere on my desk. ❞

      To be entirely honest, Hijirihara couldn’t remember when exactly he decided to start relying on his partner more – even though he’d come to consider her a friend, there was a lot of risk in relying on her. He was a dangerous individual himself. He attracted danger, and? Well, to that end, he ended up like this. This was worse then some other times, but? It wasn’t life threatening.

      He hadn’t needed help. He could have managed to bandage himself up – and yet, he’d found himself dragging his feet all the way to where he knew his partner would be. “… sorry.” Though apologizes weren’t usually a part of the awkward young man’s vocabulary, he found himself trying more. After all: He did feel bad that he worried her. . . “It’s not as bad as it looks, though?” He adds, his voice more of a question.

     By comparison to how the “OTHER GUY” had looked, it wasn’t bad. Plus, some of the blood wasn’t his own…

      And the other had been left hacked to pieces in the same manner that he’d left others. The other had liked to leave his victims with little humanity left – making it near impossible to identify them when found. He had done the same. As the KILLER KILLER, that was his signature. Unfortunately, however, he hadn’t accounted that the other might have a gun. Nothing about the others previous killings had hinted about the other using any sort of firearm…

     “… should I start cleaning the wounds?” He asks, tilting his head ever-so-slightly at his partners comments. He could move towards the bathroom and wash himself up a bit if it would help, but somehow he felt she had a specific way she wanted him to take care of this.