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leo - < tortoiiseknight >:

     “…I see.”

     The play on words there was unintended, but it didn’t matter right now anyways. The whole camera eye thing… woo. That was still fucked up to him. So he was a “test run”? That was even more fucked up. He hopes he’s the only… human subject at least, because having cameras for eyes isn’t exactly fun, especially when you decide to do something as stupid as burn them out at the last minute. That hurt like a bitch, and was probably a dumb decision on his part, but, hey, do what you gotta do.

     “So that whole thing was because they wanted to do a test run, huh? That’s even more messed up than I thought it was… I was hoping that I was the only one to experience, uh.”

     “–This.”

<♮> “...If it makes you feel any better, that stunt you pulled at the last minute scared the crap out of them.” She distinctly remembered a day at the office where the storywriters and some of the, well, enforcement staff were called in for an emergency meeting. Something about the show in America having one problem right at the very end - their main “camera boy” had gone offline and by the time the backup cameras were active the remaining survivors had disappeared from view. There was that whole debate about whether or not they would have to look for the trio before they all just agreed to cut the losses and cover up their fates. ‘It was just one international game’, the higher ups reasoned, ‘won’t be too much of a loss even though they won’t survive out there.’

It was a horrible thing to think about that they’d be so callous about human life, even their own creations, like that. And it brought her a little solace every time they found survivors like this alive, free from the clutches of that twisted system, because it meant life could move on from the mess.

“They decided it was too risky to continue using the same method of all-seeing eyes and scrapped the project after you disappeared. So yeah, you’re the only one that I know of with that.” Like all other final designs, these eyes were a lot more aesthetically pleasing than she remembered, leaning in to take a look. They were probably worried they’d lose the appeal or coolness factor if they made those eyes strictly camera lenses.

“I’d say the closest alternative they got was with Kiibo, the robot from Season 53. Less variables they had to control.”

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

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APHRODITE:     laughter-loving. sweet  smiles. dressed  in  silk  and  satin. flower  in  their  hair.    sees  the  world  as  a  runway.    unapologetically  sexual.   the  sea  washing  their  ankles.  in  love  with  love.  stirrer  of  passion.  cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips.  secret  daggers.   doves.     revolution  in  their  kiss.     delighting  in  the  waves.    flirtatious  winks. strolling  along  the  beach.    staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony.   this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker.  wants  to  be  adored. gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO:    glitz  and  glamour.   art  galleries.     turning  the  volume  up.   being  made  of  gold.     neatly-organized  music  sheets.     notebooks  filled  with  poetry.   bathing  in  the  sunlight.   the  powerful  urge  to  create.    collecting  vinyl  records.    beautiful  cover  of  wonderwall.     playing  multiple  instruments.     tasting  like  sunshine.   healing  touch. speaking  in  prophecies.   smile  mingled  with  wrath.    shunning  lies. sporting  shades. hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends.    sleeps  naked. arrow  to  the  heart.   paint  brushes.     probably  has  a  tinder  account.

ARES: armed  for  battle.  wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other. soft  spot  for  children.    gives  piggyback  rides.   scarred  body.   blood  on  their   hands  and  face. willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love. fights  against  injustice.   warm  hugs.   well-worn  combat  boots.  boxing gloves. bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles. fist  raised  in  protest.     ignites  revolutions.   fear  is  a  prison.     more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think.   exhausted.  damaged  goods.  force  to  be  reckoned  with. red  roses.   curses  under  breath.

ARTEMIS:       keen  sense  of  a  hunter.       freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin. piercing  eyes.  disheveled  braid.   moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows.  the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night.      lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars. mother  doe  and  her  fawn.      protecting  their  kin. the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake.     quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree.     running  with  wolves.  bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire.     not  being  much  of  a  people  person. arrow  hitting  a  target.   popping  egos.  patience  on  3%. touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA:     discerning  gaze.   unreadable  face.     quiet  museums.  owl  perched  on  their  finger.     armor  that  intimidates.     eye  for  architecture.     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses.     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid. big  fan  of  logic.     loves  brain  teasers.     ancient  buildings.    sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors. hair  done  up.  can  kill  you  with  their  brain.  heads  to  the  library  often  to  research.   sharpened  pencils.   abs  that  can  cut  steel.   stoic  statues.     pottery classes.

DEMETER:     soil-covered  hands.   smile  that  can  bloom  flowers.   skin  loved  by  the  sun.    being  the  mom-friend. can  lift  you  and  your  friends.   flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls.    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden.    speaks  to  their  plants.       leaves  rustling  in  the  wind.     stalks  of  wheat.     picking  fruit.     greenhouses.   heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain.   values  simplicity.  daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone. curls  crowned  with  flowers.    folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues.  pulling  out  fresh-   baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS:     drunk  shitposter.   on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second.   seductive  smirks. untamed curls.  rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin.    sleek-furred  panthers.  theater  masks.  stage  productions.   receiving  a  standing  ovation.   rose  caught  between  their  teeth.   being  the  baby  of  the  bunch.   wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup. creeping  vines.     inspiring  loyalty. grand  opera  houses.    masquerade  balls.     rolls  of  film.     shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor.    pouring  champagne  into  flutes.    lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS:   the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor.      sweaty  brow.     flame  burning  in  their  eyes.   inventive  mind.   broad  shoulders. steampunk  goggles.    nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes.    ashes.    striking  a  match.     blueprints  for  future  projects.     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades.        wrestles  with  bitterness.   work  boots  have  seen  better  years.    wrinkled  plaid  shirts.   iron  melted  in  blazing  fire.    huge  jackets.   crafting  masterpieces.   greased-    stained  overalls.    fascination  with  robotics.    pain  is  fuel.   stack  of  weaponry.  even   their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA:       resting  bitch  face.  dressed  to  the  nines.  cows  grazing  on  a  pasture.  cool  rain.  loving  and  hating  fiercely.     hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls.     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals.    plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims.     romance  to  realism.  pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane. files  that  under  fuck  it.  downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix.  like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded.   knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man.  dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul.   marble  and  gold.

HERMES:     devil-may-care  smile.   always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology.   will  steal  your  french  fries.  does  it  for  the vine.   shitposter.   puts  googly  eyes  on  everything.  meme  hoarder.  long  drives  on  the  highway.   ma  and  pop  diners.   spontaneous  road  trips.   folded  maps.   fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop.     shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court.    chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations.  goes  jogging  in  the  morning.  mixes  redbull  with  coffee.   menace  on  april fool’s. hoodies  and  sneakers.  

POSEIDON:   storm  with  skin.  colorful  coral  reefs.    waves  crashing  against  the  shore. stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat. their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop.   tousled  locks.    clothes  smeared  with  paint.   owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more.  leather  jackets.  fondness  for  diy  projects.   handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page. nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin.    velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  dreams.   mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea. the  roar  of  a  motorcycle.  compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS:    thunder  in  their  heart.   running  on  coffee.     flash  of  lightning.   natural charisma. eloquence. badass  in  a  nice  suit.  aficionado  of  history.   force of nature.  lenny  face.   nightmare-filled  nights. proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist. high-rise  buildings.   planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky.     technician  on  the  piano.  maintains  order.   strong  handshake.   juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule with  ease.  expensive watch.

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<♮> A violin - the instrument of a star player, famed for both its lively pace and bittersweet tone. In another world maybe Linny would have an affiliation for it - actually, did she have one before, well, making one of the craziest decisions of her life? It was too long ago now - too many vivid memories that fought for attention, obscuring the little details. Ugh, not now! She was with the guys who were known to focus on the present and future, the past was the past!

She might be very deep in thought, but she was still cautious, avoiding too much of a gaze with the street artist.

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It was a violin day. The air was so dry and hot that dancing was out of the question and she didn’t really have the time to refill a bottle while she was working or the money to keep buying water so singing was also out. So violin it was. Long as she stuck to a shady spot. Still, didn’t mean she couldn’t do her job and play something to bring a smile to someone’s face cause that meant she could get money. Hm… that was a new face in the crowd… she didn’t recognise it so it wasn’t a Team toadie. That was good.

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< @tortoiiseknight wanted to talk to an ex-writer! >

<♮> “...Right, the ‘camera in the eyes’ trick. Sadly, I know about that style of mole reveal well.” She’s not surprised that they had to take the Ultimate Photographer out to main base - the North American branch of Danganronpa, while backed by a strong fanbase, most definitely did not have all of the same resources as the Japanese branch. Now that she was mostly cleared by TS’s operatives, she could use her information more in the good guys’ favor. And since Leo had come to her to ask...

“I’m pretty sure that one was a piece of info TDRNA came to the JP branch and asked to use. Something along the lines of ‘a practice run for a later big shot show’. They saw the advantages of it, and so said yes.”

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{ @fabricated-tantei wanted to talk to a former protag. uh. }

<♮> Great, one of the last people she wanted to see, especially after that crazy stunt she pulled. Disguise, don’t fail her now, although she’s probably going to have to wash her mouth out with soap for the next few lines of actor ad-libbing she’s gonna pull.

“Eeeeeehh? Don’t you think if I was cosplaying I’d put more effort into it, kid? The news from that franchise is all over the place anyways.”

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//alrighty, first matter of business! like this for a starter in the Truth Syndicate verse! members only, please!

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achey! - < sagittaeprotector >:

“It works, but you look ridiculous.” But, at the very least, she’d tried harder than he had. You couldn’t really call his outfit much of a disguise when it was what he normally wore day to day. Jeans, tee and a dark coloured hoodie. You’d expect he would have been sick of wearing the same thing day to day, but here he was, in the same style as ever.

But, with his hood up he seemed like an average young adult, it was only when he had it down did he start to illicite stares. If that was simply because he looked foreign, or because someone actually recognized him. The latter happened more than the former, much to his long standing suffering.

“You know, the usual. Slip out when they’re doing a shift change. Make it seem like I’m going shooting somewhere.” A sports bag was strapped over his shoulder, a little larger than the norm, but hardly a problem. At first, when he had started slipping out like this he’d only made it seem like he was going shooting, and never actually took a bow with him. Now was a completely different matter. Not that he ever wanted to actually have to use it.

“Enjoying semi-freedom? Here to rub it in my face?” He asked with light teasing.

<♮> Ridiculous was one of the goals, so mission accomplished! She really shouldn’t be trying too hard, anyway - from a distance she didn’t appear as foreign as some of the other former “contestants” of that blasted show. (And boy, experience taught her they really did like to make their characters exotic.) But at the same time, given her complexion and facial structure, better to be safe than sorry. 

Linny wasn’t quite sure what would be worse - if someone saw her as the former protagonist, the former storyboard writer, or the double agent traitor. At least with the last one she could still feel proud of that - screw the stressful circumstances and painful consequences, she was doing something right for once.

“Mhm. I guess they’re a little dense not picking up the pattern, or it’s normal-looking enough to them.” Her old thoughtful deduction was showing through again, whoops. Old habits died hard - especially when they were used in harrowing situations. “Anyways,” she continued with a soft giggle, “as much as I’d get a kick out of dangling some of that sweet semi-freedom, I won’t. I came out here to relax a little, but since we’re at it already we better catch up.” Time was slipping away, and Linny had a bad feeling free time to talk was going to be scarce.

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<♮> “Now, I think I ought to get a few things done here. Don’t I owe someone an ice cream, too?”

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<♮> “Sacrificing yourself even before the second date, and no kiss? Rude, Achey.”

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lightsmace:

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“Hm…” Sefris knelt down and sat on her legs as she examined the girl’s wounds–fortunately, it seemed to just be a few scrapes. Sefris ran her fingers over the scrape, and the wound glowed slightly before appearing to vanish entirely.

“There we are. Better.”

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<♮> Magic? Hell yeah, this just made Linny’s day that much better. The young girl watched in awe as her wounds glowed and faded away before grinning at the kind stranger. There seemed to be a sparkle in her eyes.

“Thanks. I guess I owe you one, then, although someone as weird as me probably can’t help out much.”

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Awash in Rose - Submitted by SeesawSiya

#5f5a60 #9c6c78 #d0adb3 #ddc7c9 #f3e5e5

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<♮> Wow, this was embarrassing. Normally she’d know better and check where a portal would open up, but she was kind of in a hurry to get out of a sticky situation. Let’s hope whatever mob she just ran from won’t try to follow.

“I’ve had worse, I’ll live,” Linny mumbled, taking notice of the other voice and picking herself up. Damn it, that’s another dress ruined. Oh well. “Here, though. I think I only have a few scuffs.”

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“You alright there, miss?”

Dress swished as Sefris jogged up to the girl who had just taken a nasty fall–there didn’t seem to be any outward wounds, but god knows what she landed on…

“Here, let me see.”

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@wiltinglie || amis pre event starter

<♮> “Despite how plain these seem from the rest of the decor inside, I actually like these flowers a lot. They’re elegant in an understated way, if that makes any sense.” Linny’s not quite sure how she managed to rope this poor maid into this conversation, but it looks like the other is enjoying it? Maybe. There’s a good chance she’s worried about making sure she doesn’t lose her job.

“Is there anything else you could tell me about them?”

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@shymaru || amis pre event starter call

<♮> “Getting some tea as well?” It was pretty common knowledge now the right blend could calm any nerves, and in this case, the only credit she’d give Walker was that there was a nice array of leaves to choose from. Linny gave a polite smile to the other partygoer, turning her attention back to the tea cup in her hand.

“It’s pretty good stuff, I’d highly recommend it.”

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@fcrfcrever || amis pre event starter call

<♮> “Frankly, I’m not surprised. I bet there’s a ratio out there that tells you the relationship between a well known organization and how much shady stuff they’re into. But you have to take the risk, you know?” Finally, some interesting conversation at this near-dead party.

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wiltinglie:

cue large grin on her face, nearly unbelieving stare as she tackles other for a hug. ❛ mel! oh my god, i haven’t seen you in ages, you won’t BELIEVE the shit i’ve been through! ❜ most of the shit having to do with retail customers. nothing out of the ordinary.

<♮> She laughs a little, grinning back as she’s hugged but putting a hand behind her head out of hesitance. “Yeah, that’s partially my fault. There was a trip that took more time than I expected.” Still, she’s super happy to see her friend again. “Still, I can’t wait to hear about what’s been up with you. Care to talk about it at a cafe or something? My treat.”

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//i know i don’t have much activity on here often, but i’m gonna try to be on tonight! i owe some starters smh