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me && a friend have been working on a mastermind naegi thing where sayaka is the mole/assistant just for fun && i wrote a thing i actually really like. anyway, i don’t have anywhere to post it so you guys can read it here if you want. i didn’t include the headcanons or world building, but i think it kind of makes sense without them.

The rhythm of the rain seems to fall in twelve-eight time, Sayaka notices. It’s steady and it’s fast. A waltz between the clouds and the grass beneath her feet. It’s always raining, but she doesn’t mind - she loved how the sky seemed to be an accompaniment to her thoughts. A live band playing in the background, and her at center stage.

She always wanted to be a singer.

The soundwaves seeming to flow like the sand in an hourglass. Time passing quickly as she sings scales and skips rocks on the small river in front of her. Missing class like she always does to sit and write music, and she would have stayed there all day… until it happened.

The snapping seems to echo across the river, like the branches in a storm - breaking against the weight of the world. It shakes her to her core and she wonders what it could be. Sticking her notebook in her backpack, she quietly walks to the side of the river.

“Naegi?”

-

He liked the way it felt. He didn’t mean to do it, sure, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it any less. The crunch of the bones, the raw power from being able to snap its neck that easily… and there it lay, a disheveled pile of feathers limp in his hand, a helpless look on its face. A sadistic smile across his own- almost like a stretched mask of a demon. A piece of clay shaped into something out of a horror movie.

And it terrified him.

His horror, his complete shock, and his feeling of relief all wash away almost immediately at the sound of her voice.

“Maizono?”

He drops the swan with a loud thud, feathers quickly rising and catching in the air.

“You uh - you saw that, huh?”

-

She scans the area up and down before speaking, eyes locked on the dead bird at his feet.

“Did you kill it with just your hands?!”

“Not on purpose! I-I was just! I was… Yeah. I did.”

She’s silent for a moment, twirling blue hair between long, slender fingers and mouth puckered like she just ate sour candy. It’s silent for a while before she speaks again.

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me. How’d you catch a swan and break its neck? That’s not easy to do.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking at the expression on her face. Starstruck, almost like he was a celebrity. Something about it filled him with a sense of awe. Sayaka Maizono has always seemed like such a quiet, nice girl, and yet she looked at him like he just performed a miracle, like he was a hero.

He wanted to impress her, he wanted to take her in his hand and show her the world. He didn’t have a talent. He couldn’t sing like Sayaka, or piano like Kaede, or even play baseball like Leon, but he wanted to put on a show, and he wanted Maizono to be his backup singer.

Afterall, she always wanted to be a star.

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&asahina*‌:

         “A skirt and corset?! M-Maizono-chan…don’t you think that’s a little…too ‘open’? For someone like me? I mean…they’re not bad…but…I dunno. I don’t think I can see myself wearing something like that…maybe something else cute?”

“you have such a great body! i don’t know why you’d try to hide it behind something baggy... i can understand that not being your style though. let’s try something else.”

“what about a superhero? apparently wonder woman is huge in the united states. you’d be awesome at that! super speed in swimming.”

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&celes*‌:

        fun – such a MOTIVATOR and a foolish outcome. the gambler cannot think of the LAST time she used her games to their intended purpose of FUN. so much of her world was defined as a fight for survival that it was impossible to feel a PARTICULAR sort of joy in her games. of course there COULD be amusement, when she sees the look of someone far too confident crumbling before her – but that was a more carnal thing. the first move is made, and scarlet hues lift to the other.

       “ i do not believe it is STRANGE at all. our personalities are QUITE at odds with each other, and for the most part i do not speak to many of our classmates. “

     there was DANGER in allowing herself to get close to anyone, certain things she can avoid. convincing herself it was MEANT to be that she is left alone, she stumbles down that path on her own. but what of MAIZONO? she has observed her even if they have spoken so LITTLE. like a bird fluttering around and CHIRPING with everyone, but it does not seem as if she is PARTICULARLY close to others. is it a GUISE, or did she find proximity difficult?

     a soft sigh leaves her lips – cool features turning into something a bit WARMER. a slight smile graces her lips, calculated like the rest of her but there nonetheless. 

              “ as it is, i suppose it is FORTUITOUS that we have this opportunity now, non? “

“at odds is a bit strong. opposing or different from each other, sure, but we’re not fighting yet.”

she lets out a small smile before grabbing the piece in front of her, planning her first move as a way to make a good first impression on the girl in front of her. she always admired the way celes seemed to be so cool && collected, part of her wishes she could do the same. 

maizono herself was a woman of mystery, not letting anyone see her true personality. she was a doll, a product of television. every day a new person && a hollow shell of who she used to be. she wasn’t sure what she was anymore, but it wasn’t her goal now to let anyone find out.

she worked too hard. she had to be this image of a perfect idol she painted for everyone around her.

she was (though she’d hate to admit it,) afraid of what might become of her if she came too close to anyone

so there she remained. a songbird. fluttering from ear to ear, singing a song && leaving a painted smile. a ballerina in a music box - a pretty girl for everyone’s entertainment. hollow. 

“i agree! it’s not often the queen of gambling herself would take time out of her day to hang out with an idol. that’s very kind of you.”

she makes her first move before letting out a small bow from her seat.

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&kirigiri*‌:

                【🔍】—— BEING IMPRISONED AND ASKED TO KILL STRIKE NO fear within the enigmatic woman despite its horrid intentions. She cannot fathom any purely desires of murdering classmates in this academy, not at the cost of freedom. Something begs the question over a mastermind who wishes to satiate their sick thrills. Imprisoning students who entered an academy for the sake of killing each other seems … too laid out for an ordinary scheme. This familiarity in a closed building practically leaves the stoic woman perplexed about it, wondering what other situations were in store. Naturally, her trust cannot be given out before anyone here as they ‘ aren’t friends ’. A gloved digit rests underneath her chin, pondering of other thoughts that fear her the most. Plausible deaths surely weren’t the last concerns in their minds but everyone’s centered in escaping. Others desired to ADAPT WITHIN THESE RESTRICTIONS though her desires were beyond that. (  Wouldn’t it be best to figure out the purpose of why we were picked out for this killing game?  ) Lips remain hushed until a voice intrudes on the stoic woman’s line of thinking. Their features appeared composed on the outside though she understood best. The idol hadn’t been a choice where she’ll easily entrust her with anything. A silence dragged on, leaving no other option but to simply drop a normal observation. ❛   … Are you afraid, Maizono-san?   ❜

“not afraid as much as i am.. scared? i don’t want to have to kill my friends.”

sure, they weren’t friends yet, but the word friend seemed to bring hope more than the thought of already fighting each other would. she wasn’t ready to trust anyone yet, but it seemed as if they only had two options

cooperate or die

&& she wasn’t ready to die yet. not after she accomplished so much. 

she wondered why this purple haired girl brought up such an obvious observation. maizono had just stated she was scared - perhaps it was a way to end the awkward silence? she already tried, but it became silent again. a small look of shame on her face for not being charismatic enough to get things rolling.

“we should find a way out, i think. there’s no way they closed off every window.”

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&ooc*

wow. i did not mean to just disappear like that. mental health stuff got bad, so i couldn’t really handle being online && couple that with classes kicking my ass, but i’m back for real now! i promise! my only responsibilities are law school apps, && i can do those between replies.

thanks for being so patient while i was going through everything. 

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&asahina*‌:

         “Ne, Maizono-chan? What do you think I should do for my halloween costume? Should I do something cute? Or should I do something scary? Ohh…what if I was a tax collector? Those are scary. What do you think?”

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“definitely cute! i could see you as a cat. wear a cute little skirt && one of those corsets! you’d rock it. tax collectors are scary, but i don’t know if that would transfer well into a costume.”

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&celes*‌:

      surprising, celestia does not know WHY her mind had settled upon the idea that maizono was likely not to know the game – but that is shattered in an instant. in fact the MOST surprising bit of information comes in the form that the other girls in her group ALSO partake in a game of wits. biased, perhaps – but it does not SEEM as if it would be something fitting for people of their aesthetic. another gentle REMINDER not to judge a book by it’s cover. a pale hand LIFTS to cover her lips – head tilting with that cool expression still complete.

            “ so EITHER they are all imbeciles, or you are at least DECENT in wits. i wonder which it could BE. “

      vaguely insulting, but there is no LIE uttered there. she does not DOUBT the truth of maizono’s words, there is no need to LIE in this situation, and yet it leaves so much left UNCERTAIN. this could provide an opportunity she has not yet had. to understand the INTELLECT of someone so BRIGHT in the limelight, the kind of girl with a DEVOTED following. perhaps she could defer to junko for such observation, but something tells her the information she gains here will be QUITE different. 

                      “ i look forward to DISCOVERING such things. let’s begin, yes? “

      spoken as she reaches out and moves her first piece to start the game. however CHESS is not the only game being played in such a situation. not by a LONG shot. 

“i just like having fun!” she said simply, a bit of a ditzy tone coming across but it wasn’t exactly wrong. they played all sorts of games. poker, chess, uno. they had to entertain themselves somehow. usually, maizono ended up winning && got collateral, but it doesn’t necessarily mean she’s any good. 

she was the front member, after all. who’s to say they didn’t all let her win?

she was joking, of course, but the possibility was always there. 

“okay. you go first.”

she sits back && watches the pale fingers grace the figures, watching her seem to calculate a plan in her head before making her first move.

“a bit strange we’re in the same class && haven’t talked before, don’t you think?”

maizono was well known && popular, she socialized with everyone, but really didn’t have many friends. just a passing face in the crowd. 

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new theme who dis

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Song : No Oh Oh

Artist : CLC

Album : NU.CLEAR

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maybe it is all a test ‘cause i feel like i’m the worst so i always act like i’m the best

if you are not very careful your possessions will possess you tv taught me how to feel now real life has no appeal

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&ooc*

i’ve always wanted to do an au where sayaka is actually an esper. i have a verse dedicated to it && a character design but i always forget about it T^T i feel like it would be funny to watch himiko && sayaka go at it. 

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&celes*

&& @onoziiam liked for a starter

     her OPINION on the other girl is nothing SPECTACULAR. it is not as if celestia has written off the idol as mindless or anything BUT a threat, but she was certainly LOW on the list of people she cared to investigate. but that does not change the fact that she has managed to find herself upon the OPPOSITE side of a table from her, a chess board settled upon the table already set up. in fact, of ALL places celestia believed she would find herself after school got out for the day, this would have NEVER been a guess. not that she was going to TURN her nose at the opportunity to gain more information. chess WAS a game where people could speak quite easily, after all.

     fingers THRUM upon the table, metallic finger clicking upon the wood as she considers her opponent. staring for a moment, her features a cemented in neutral porcelain. it is some time before she SPEAKS, purposely attempting to put maizono on edge before they even begin. sometimes it WORKS, other times it does not.

                       “ – do you even KNOW how to play chess? “

maizono didn’t really have anything against any of her classmates. they were all spectacular talents with a passion for what they did. she didn’t really associate with them much, her time rehearsing && doing homework took all of her free time, but she never put down an opportunity to spend time with people. besides, it’s not like she knew anything about celes - she didn’t even know what celes was short for. the girl seemed to have a sense of mystery, && something about that was enchanting to maizono. she knew all about fake reputations, that’s all she had going for her.

she watches as long black fingernails click in front of her && then looks down at her own short nails, chewed away into stubs. something about celes reminded maizono of an old victorian doll. it was beautiful && enchanting. maizono always wondered what it was like being able to have the courage to wear something like that out. though she figured that if she wasn’t a product of television, a manufactured idol with a fake personality, she could be that brave too.

her thoughts were whipped back to reality at the sound of the voice.

“of course! me && my group members play it together all the time. i’m undefeated on the bus.”

a small smile.

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&ooc*

ended up writing a four page biography on my mastermind oc instead of working on threads so that’s how my day is going. 

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&chiaki*:

@onoziiam pressed 🇸 🇹 🇦 🇷 🇹 to play! ►

  It’s supposed to be a cultural festival and Chiaki is manning the front desk of the makeshift restaurant for her class. Having the Ultimate Cook as a classmate should make the place a little busier, but so far not many people have shown up. Perhaps her class has a bit of a reputation… 

Regardless, Chiaki is playing her handheld, not even aware of the potential “customer”.  

maizono wasn’t really one to get involved, sure she loved hope’s peak && she thought that it was always fun to volunteer when she can, but with the way that scheduling && promotions with pop!gum’s last comeback have been, it’s not like she ever had time. 

so it was strange to see the people who did volunteer sitting on a game system while she had a customer in front of her. 

“um... hello?”

she gives a small tap on the girl’s shoulder. 

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it’s a brand new day yeah the sun is H I G H all the birds are singin’ that you’re g o n n a

                                           DIE

independent && selective beta sayaka maizono. revamp of shslxidol. played by dahlia.

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&kirigiri*

&& @tantkill​ liked for a starter!

“did i hear that right? he said trapped? i’m so scared.”

sure, it was a teddy bear, && the entire thing seemed like some sort of bad dream, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t the need to be careful about what she says or does. 

a fake reputation is all she has, she worked hard to get here, && she isn’t going to let some silly little game of guess who with a teddy bear break her down.

“anyone have any ideas on how to get out of here? i don’t think any of us will kill each other... we’re all friends, aren’t we?”

she looks over to the girl next to her, something about her seems familiar && maizono can’t place her finger on it, everyone here did.

something is off, she was going to figure out what it was. even if it killed her.