Alright! So, welcome to the next chapter of Gamer Of The Multiverse! We're entering what I like to call the crux-point. We've reached a point in the story where shit is going to go down "for real". Cringy, I know, but I blame a song that I've got stuck in my head for that. Speaking of songs, I've created a playlist for this fanfic on Spotify. It's got a bunch of songs on it that I think match the story, mixed in with songs I like.
If you want to check it out, here's the link [sorry to FF readers and Wattpad readers. If you're interested, just look up Gamer Of The Multiverse – Playlist on spotify]: playlist/3xz5l1PGxX9dRUyf0OloN8?si=b6cf64202b5f4d03
Speaking of links, check out my P-Atr-Eon [Sorry FF readers and Wattpad Readers check my BIOs for the link]: gobblegum2?fan_landing=true&view_as=public
Now, with me being a shill out of the way, let's jump into my response to comments/reviews!
But, before we get into that, I gotta ask… is this universe dragging on too long? This is supposed to be a Multiverse story, so...? Seriously, I want to ask that because if it is, I'll try and speed things up.
Now, let's get to my responses.
[My response to comments/reviews!]
(Qoutev) Tien: Woah, indeed. Woah indeed….
(Qoutev) Taco Sensei: Well, you won't have to wait long to see what his reaction to that will be… also, yes, the Abomination Creation spell was a reference to The Owl House. It won't be the last thing that is a reference to it, either. But for that, you'll have to stay tuned.
(Qoutev) Dead Phone: First time seeing you here, nonetheless I'm glad you like this story so far! I hope this chapter meets your expectations!
(Qoutev) JammyJam: Indeed it was, and yes, the hope things will die, and the children will be saved!
(Qoutev) Unlucky chan the shsl magical girl: Hugs are appreciated, she could need one right about now.
(Ao3) Shine375: Long time no see! The show is officially on the road! It can only go up from here!
(Ao3) L: Mmmmm YES! Manipulation at its finest!
(Ao3) TheSevenStars: Oh please, there is no such thing as too much commenting! If that were the case, would I have this part of the chapter here? No, no I wouldn't. Keep on commenting, because I love to see what you and other commenters put there. Now, on the topic of skipping fights…. I think you spoke too soon.
Kolt999: Yes. I guess you can say it's the Ultimate test. Pft… What? No laughs? Okay, I'll leave…
AllarTorren: I am acutely aware of this. Thank you, though. I'm glad you're enjoying this so far, though!
And that should be the end of that, right? So, in that case, let's start the chapter!
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[Nagito]
If there was one thing that Nagito believed, it was that karma always came back to bite people in the ass. Well, it wasn't that he believed it, he lived it. No, that was not a bad joke, that was just how his luck worked. And right now, he was getting worried. Why? Well, a lot of good things were happening to him. Far too many, actually, and it was starting to annoy him.
But why? Well, to put it simply, something bad was going to happen to him. At least, he was assuming that to be the case. Was it wrong to assume that he was due for some bad karma? No. Not really.
To explain it in a way for people other than himself to understand, his life was basically a scale of good and bad karma. If a good thing happened, something bad had to happen afterward. For example, his parents won the lottery thanks to scratching out the correct numbers. Good Luck! The next day they took a flight to Hawaii to celebrate, but the plane tragically crashed into a volcano! Bad Luck. He got a pet dog for his 9th birthday, just like he asked! Good luck! That same dog got hit by a car the next day. Bad Luck….
That was how his life operated. There were no in-betweens, only constants. So for him to get Good Luck after Good Luck after Good luck meant the world had something pretty nasty ready to throw back at him. And he welcomed it. But why? Well, because he was used to it. He was used to something going wrong, and for it NOT to happen really irked him!
Of course, his Bad Luck could've been what caused Fuyuhiko to die in the hospital, but that wasn't how his luck worked. He had to be in the room for that to happen. He made it a point to NOT visit Fuyuhiko in case of something like his Bad Luck went off while he was in the room. That led him to believe that it was the fault of the mage.
Technically, he wasn't wrong, either. It was Jolyne's fault that Fuyuhiko was administered to the hospital! Fuyuhiko, in his mind, did nothing wrong to deserve it. Many of his classmates didn't share that opinion, though. That truly upset him, because they obviously couldn't see the faker for who she was. It was why he now made it his goal to get her expelled. Sure, he had to lie to the Headmaster's face to get him to consider it, but if he were to be honest with himself, he quite frankly didn't care.
He was beyond the point of caring. All Nagito wanted was for that cancer to be removed. She had caused too much damage to his class's reputation! They were all over the news for the event that took place at Wakusa National Park! And to make matters worse, the school had been swarmed with news reporters hounding them with questions that, quite frankly, they didn't need answers to! Not only that, but he had been seeing plenty of men in suits watching the place like a hawk as of late, which could only mean bad things!
So, the sooner she was removed, the better. He tried to threaten her, but that didn't work. He tried to demoralize her, but she shrugged it off. So, now he had to do the last thing on his list of attempts to rid of her because the last two weren't going to cut it. And if that meant risking his own position in the school for lying to the Headmaster, so be it.
Right now, Nagito was sitting just outside of the Reserve Course Building. Normally, he'd only come over to this side of the school's campus when he wanted to do something to those lowly bastards. But, seeing as it was quiet, he decided that hanging around there was the best way to clear his mind.
That was, of course, until someone approached him. They looked just as basic as anyone in the reserve course should've. They had dark black hair, paler than snow skin, and dark brown eyes, wearing the school uniform, but that was all that he cared to pay attention to. "Hey, you're that Ultimate Lucky Student kid from Class 77, right?"
Nagito ignored him. Trash like them didn't deserve recognition.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Or do you think yourself so above us that you can't speak to us?!" The person in question was quick to temper, as he observed. Well, that was to be expected. The person sneered at Nagito, reaching out to grab him. Nagito moved out of the way a few inches to the left, and when he did, a whooshing sound caught his attention, as something impacted the person's hand.
"Ow!" The man shouted, shaking his hand as he turned away. Nagito rolled his eyes. Then, the kid started screaming. Once again, Nagito rolled his eyes as he began to stand up.
"What a weakling. Probably got stung by a bee and he's whining," Nagito thought, looking over his shoulder. What he saw made him want to vomit. The kid wasn't stung by a bee, or anything normal. Whatever had stung him, or hit him, or what have you, was either radioactive, or was coated in some sort of poison, as the flesh around the boy's hand was beginning to melt, and the infection seemingly began to travel up the boy's arm, the skin bursting apart in rancid splotches of gangrenous flesh, skin, and muscle.
Actually, no… calling it skin was an insult to the concept of skin. It more looked like a pile of rotting, diseased flesh than skin. And the smell. By Kami, the smell was beyond putrid. If Nagito were to compare the smell to anything, it would be a dumpster left outside in the burning sun for a month straight with no cloud cover.
It was repulsive, and it made Nagito want to vomit. His skin turned paler than it usually was, and his eyes had widened to the size of saucers. "If I hadn't moved… I… I would've died!" Nagito thought as the fleshy mass began to slowly take over the boy in front of him, his skin splitting apart and decaying at a rapid rate.
It was like something pulled out of a Junji Ito Manga, except in real life. And it was far, far more grotesque in person than on a page.
"S-Someone! S-Someone help me!" The boy cried out as Nagito took a step back, still sick to his stomach over what was occurring before his eyes. The only time something weird like that happened was when the mage was around. He needed to know where she was, and now. Because if he knew where she was, there was a chance he could avoid more of… whatever was doing this.
"Whatever it is… it has to be some sort of bullet, right? I might not know much about guns, but what I do know is that Brooks does not have any kind of spells that do that. At least… I don't think so…." Nagito thought, holding back a gag.
Looking around his surroundings, his attention was dragged over to the main building, where there was a gleam of some sort of barrel outside of one of the windows on the upper floors. When he made eye contact with the gleam, the same whooshing sound from before came from that direction. At the same time, the boy who got hit by whatever was being shot from the window lunged toward him in a frenzy. "Help me!" The boy cried out, his rotting, melting hand reaching toward Nagito. On instinct, the luckster kicked his hand away, the momentum of which dragged the rest of the boy's body with it as he screamed in pain.
And then, the boy was hit again, this time in the side of the head. The effect was instant, as the boy's head and face began to melt. All Nagito could do was stumble backwards and fall on his ass. Sweat dripped down his face as he scurried away from the corpse.
Guilt. Immense guilt flooded his body as he breathed rapidly. Why? Why was he feeling guilt for a pathetic Reserve Course Student?! Was it because he watched the guy die before his eyes? Was it because the death was brutal? No… there was no way he, Nagito Komaeda, would feel bad for some Reserve Course gutter trash!
And yet, if that was the case… why was he crying?
Rubbing his eyes, he looked away from the body and tried to stand up, but the shock of the whole situation made him fall flat on his face. At the same time as he fell, another whooshing sound whisped through the air, hitting the wall behind him.
His eyes widened again. It was almost as if… as if his Luck was working overtime to protect him. But why? And how? He had never had control over his luck before. No. He wasn't controlling his luck. That was wrong. It was more like he was just getting extremely, extremely lucky.
"What is going on out here?" Another unrecognizable voice came from Nagito's right. Looking over at the person in question, he recognized them as someone from Class 78. Specifically Byakuya Togami. Byakuya stood around 185cm, or 6 foot 1 if that was important. He had a rather slender build compared to most other students, with legs that could make a model cry jealous tears. Much like Nagito, he had pale skin, and much like Nagito, he was blond; the difference was that he was more of a dirty blond, whereas Nagito had platinum blond hair. Byakuya was wearing a black suit jacket over top of the school's white shirt and green tie. He wore black dress pants, with a black belt to hold it up.
Byakuya's eyes wandered from Nagito over to the rotting flesh pile. When they did, his eyes widened with alarm. "What the—"
"DUCK!" Nagito shouted, shoving Byakuya to the ground, a grunt coming from The Ultimate Affluent Progeny. Something hit the ground with a loud crack, catching both of their attention. What they saw confused the pair, but not for the same reasons.
It was a small red, barbed dart. Nothing more, nothing less. There was nothing seemingly special about it, other than the fact that it was barbed.
"First of all, how dare you touch me," Byakuya snarled, glaring at Nagito with vengeful hatred in his eyes. "And secondly… what the hell is going on here!? I came to check what the commotion was about, and I see an upperclassman next to a rotting pile of flesh. Explain yourself!" Byakuya demanded as Nagito ignored his underclassmen, irritating him. "Are you even listening to me? Answer me—"
"Shut it," Nagito snapped, glaring at Byakuya, making the rich teen's glare harden.
"Excuse you…?" Byakuya hissed as Nagito stood up, turning the corner and pressing himself against the wall.
"I said, shut it. I'm being attacked by someone. I don't know who, but I have a few guesses. Now, if you don't want to end up like that guy over there, I suggest you find somewhere to hide. Or would that be unbecoming of you, Togami?" Nagito asked rhetorically as Byakuya scoffed. The two stared at one another for a few moments, before the boy from Class 78 turned and made a run for it.
Nagito sighed, looking over to the entrance of the main building. His best chances were to get into the building and avoid any open spaces. Whoever was targeting him was using a ranged weapon, like that of a sniper rifle. A bead of sweat trailed down his cheek, which he quickly wiped off. "Was this what Brooks felt like when she was being hunted by Kuzuryu's men?" Nagito thought, biting the inside of his lip. If this was what it felt like, he'd have to admit, this sucked.
Now, that wasn't to say he sympathized with her. Far from it, but now he knew what it was like. Except, unlike Brooks, he had no means to defend himself. Last he checked, he didn't have any sort of fire magic or whatever the hell Jolyne could do that he could use to defend himself. He was just a regular human with abnormal luck.
What he needed was a weapon. Like a gun.
And then, he remembered just who might've had a gun. He didn't know where her lab was located, but what he did know was the layout of the building. Most of the Ultimate Labs were on the third, fourth, and fifth floors. Granted, that was a lot of room to cover, but if Luck really was on his side today, then perhaps he would luck out, and the third floor would be where The Ultimate Soldiers Lab would be. That, or The Bow and Arrow range.
Either way, so long as he was armed, he could have a chance to defend himself with a weapon so he didn't get killed. Only issue? The distance between The Main Course building and The Reserve Course Building was, at least, a four-minute run. Due to his degrading health, Nagito knew he couldn't make it in one go. He was already out of breath as it was, so, the question was… how was he going to make it to the entrance of The Main Course building without getting shot?
"I have to try…!" Nagito thought, glaring at the building in question. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Nagito made a run for it. Sprinting full speed ahead, he made his way toward the building like a bull running toward an intruder in their pen. It was reckless, yes, but it was the only thing he could do! Besides, his luck was working overtime for him! He had dodged all the darts that had been shot at him thus far, so—
And that was when he remembered….
His bad luck hadn't kicked in yet.
He panicked, and in that panic, he met his end.
There was a whooshing sound, a pinprick pain, and when he looked over to his shoulder, he saw one of the darts had shot him in the right shoulder. His skin bubbled, popped, and began to decay at an accelerated rate. By the time he had begun to scream, his entire upper shoulder and right arm had started to melt. By the time he fell to the ground, half of his face decayed and melted.
The last thing he saw was The headmaster staring down at him with a content expression on his face, a small green shield-like machine on his shoulder with what appeared to be a camera lens on the front. For whatever reason, it had a mouth, but that didn't matter. What it looked like didn't matter to Nagito. All that Nagito cared about was the fact that the person who had been attacking him… was… "Headmaster...Kiri…giri..?"
He got no response. In his last moments, all Nagito felt… was despair.
Nagito Komaeda… was dead.
[Jolyne Brooks]
Jolyne was already having a good day as it was. She was able to test out Whitesnake's new ability, DISC Creation, and it was in a way that helped her toward her goals. Well, "goals" was a loose term. She didn't really have a "goal" other than not dying. 'Course, there were the Quests she was given, but even then she didn't count them as "goals" per se. Unless you count saving those kids, then otherwise she had no overall goal to work towards. And what goal was there to have in the, while a quirky, ordinary school that was Hopes Peak Academy? What, get better grades? What grades? This school was a self-taught school that only worked on the basis that so long as what you did was going toward getting better at your talent, then do it.
Well, there was teaching Gundham how to use Ice Magic, so maybe being a good teacher to Gundham counted as a goal? Fat chance, though. Most of her time was apparently spent in fucking comas as of late, so maybe being a teacher of the magical arts was a dumb idea. Besides, giving corrupt people that power seemed rather stupid.
As she climbed the stairs that led to the roof of the school, which was where she was requested to go by whoever this "Question mark" person was, a sudden thought came to her.
"Actually… am I corrupt for brainwashing Headmaster Kirigiri?" Jolyne thought, before shrugging. "Eh, whatever. All I wanted was for him to get off my case, and maybe even take out that nuisance Nagito. It's revenge for humiliating me in the woods, and revenge for the scar. Not that I'll get anything out of—"
Jolyne's train of thought was cut off when a pop-up came into her line of sight which made her jaw drop, and if she was a cartoon, it would've hit the ground with one of those stupid anvil thud sound effects.
[Apple Of Their eye – Part 2]
Quest: Complete
Rewards Distributed
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[150,000 Exp awarded for killing Nagito Komaeda (Lv. 55)! Half (75,000) Exp awarded to Whitesnake!]
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LEVEL UP! LEVEL INCREASED FROM LV. 12 to LV. 30!
[Name: Jolyne Brooks: Ultimate Mage – Age: 16 – Class: Renegade – Level: 30 – Faction: World Ender/Remnants of Despair – Race: Human]
Stats:
HP: 800
Stamina: 800
Mana: 416
Atk: 91
Mg Atk: 165
Def: 91
Mg Def: 170
Endurance: 91
Int: 20
Crit: 11.2
Crit Def: 11.2
Mg Crit: 21.5
Charisma: 6
Faith: 0
Luck: 3
Karma: 70 (Evil), 1 (Neutral), 2 (Good)
HP Regen: 9 per second
Stamina Regen: 9 per second
Mana Regen: 21 per second
Currency: 2,780 Yen
Class Bonus: Deal Extra Damage to those who sided with the Future Foundation and other Ultimate Students.
Title Bonus: As the Ultimate Mage, all of your magic stats (Mana, Mg Atk, Mg Def, Mg Crit) have doubled. However, your attack and Defense stats have lost 30% of their normal upgrade. (+3 instead of +5)
Exp till next level: 4,351
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New Trait Unlocked for Leveling up to Level 20!
Immunity to hypnotism – You are immune to all forms of hypnotism, this includes brainwashing. Nothing, not even foreign entities, can tamper with your sense of self, mind, body, or matter regardless of their status in the universe, be they Gods, immortal witches, demons, or even normal people, it does not matter; you're immune to it all!
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New Spell Unlocked for Leveling up to Level 30!
[Epic] Finger Laser (Lv. 1/75) – At the cost of 150 Mana, you can concentrate pure Mana to your index fingertip and blast out a thin beam of pure plasma from your finger, doing massive damage to anyone in its way. The beam can pierce through any kind of metal and travels upwards of 5 feet away from the point of origin.
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[Whitesnake has Levelled up to Lv. 47! Whitesnake needs 2,475 Exp till the next level up! Whitesnake has 21 skill points that you can use!]
Jolyne had to catch herself from falling down the stairs as the screens disappeared. The look of pure astonishment on her face was enough to fill up an entire compilation of shocked faces, because HOLY FUCK! The new trait was utterly busted, same with the spell! Shooting fucking lasers from her fingertip!? That was something straight out of Dragon Ball! Not only that, but it was so fucking cheap! Well, not right now, but as time went on, that would become extremely OP for her.
Oh, and that wasn't even mentioning the fact that she jumped from Level 12 to Level 30 in the blink of an eye! And then, there was the whole "killing Nagito thing" that also happened, which confused her, because she didn't kill him. "150,000 EXP?! KILLING NAGITO?! I DIDN'T KILL NAGITO, THE HEADMASTER DID…! Wait a minute…."
Jolyne's shock turned to confusion, which turned into understanding in a matter of seconds. "I gave him Ratt with Whitesnake… which means, technically speaking, through MY Ratt DISC, he killed Nagito using one of MY abilities, because that DISC belongs to me. And because Ratt belongs to me… HOLY SHIT I FOUND A LOOPHOLE!"
Technically speaking, she didn't have to lift a finger anymore! With Whitesnake, she could cheat all the Quests that The System gave her! She could just have other people go out and do them for her with the Stands she gave them! It was genius! It—
"No, you haven't. You don't think I didn't think of this beforehand? Don't get too excited. You see, if you killed Nagito yourself without the use of someone else, you would've gotten 300,000 Exp, correct?"
Jolyne frowned, and then smirked. "So? Half rewards don't matter to me. If I don't have to lift a finger, I can—"
"The cut of EXP gets worse the more you abuse this loophole. For example, if you were to send someone else to kill another person, I will cut the EXP reward by 75%. I cannot have you get too over-levelled. You still need to get stronger YOURSELF. Level up your spells, use the PTD, and do Quests yourself. Don't forget, you have someone watching you. If he finds you boring, he'll strip you of your second chance at life, and your powers. Make things interesting, not boring."
Jolyne clamped her mouth shut. Of fucking course Daimen would trample all over her fun. The moment she found a way to get uber-powerful without trying, Daimen spat on it indirectly. At least The System was warning her beforehand. She really, really didn't want to die again, because as far as she was concerned, compared to this, Heaven was boring as shit.
She frowned, clearing her mind as Whitesnake's Skill tree appeared. Rolling her eyes, she started upgrading the Stand just so she could get it out of the way before she encountered the mysterious person on the roof. If there was one thing anyone could say about Jolyne, it was that she had her priorities straight.
[Destructive Power 3: Increases the amount of damage Whitesnake can do using attacks! – Cost: 3 Sp]
[Durability 3: Increases Whitesnake's durability! – Cost: 4 Sp]
[Attack Speed 3: Increases the speed at which Whitesnake attacks! – Cost: 4 Sp]
[Longer Camouflage 3 - MAX: Increases the amount of time Whitesnake is Invisible when being deployed in its Auto-pilot state (Ups from 2 minutes to 2 minutes 30 seconds) MAX-OUT Bonus: Whitesnake can turn off camouflage when not needed, and can turn it back with any remaining time it has left on the timer for its camouflage! – Cost: 6 Sp]
"Huh… so I can't upgrade Whitesnake's camouflage anymore. Not that I mind, 2 minutes and 30 seconds is a lot of time for something like that. The fact it can turn it on and off now is also interesting, too. Sucks that it doesn't reset the timer, but I guess that's to make it more balanced." Jolyne scoffed at that. "Balanced. Yeah, like my existence in this world is "balanced." If I wanted to, I could take over this universe's whole world with Whitesnake and Finger Laser alone. These guys are lucky I don't want world domination."
Just then, another pop-up appeared in Jolyne's face.
[Whitesnake Stats rank up!]
[ATK Grade: C – B]
[SPD Grade: C – B]
Jolyne swiped the pop-up away, then continued up the stairs. Now that all of that was out of the way, she could now continue with everything else, namely, walking up these stairs to access the roof. When she reached the top, she was greeted with a basic black door with a sign in Kanji that read: Roof Access, students are forbidden entry.
Rolling her eyes for what felt like the second time in the last few seconds, mostly because it was, Jolyne opened the door. Waiting for her were two people who she had never seen before, but both appeared to be around her age, both standing side by side, and both immediately turning around to greet her the moment the door opened. The first thing Jolyne noticed was that both were female, but aside from that, they looked wholly unique compared to one another.
Starting with the one on the left, the girl was of average height, standing around 169 cm, or 5 foot 7 with a rather lean figure, as the muscles weren't all that obvious to spot to the untrained eye. She had pale skin, though not a healthy pale. It was the kind of pale you'd expect from a shut-in after not being in the sun for years on end. As for her hair, it was pitch black and styled in a short bob of sorts with freckles scattered across her cheeks, and purplish-grey eyes. For clothing, she was wearing the school uniform's white blouse and brown tie, though not the brown blazer. This was accompanied by a thigh-high brown skirt, black knee-high stockings, and standard black shoes.
All in all, she looked like your average high school teenager. She could blend in with a crowd of students and you'd be none the wiser.
The same could not be said for the person next to her.
The girl on the right was also of average height, standing at 169 cm, or 5 foot 7, and had sickly pale skin, but that was where the similarities ended. She had what one might call a "dramatic hourglass figure", light blue eyes, and long, thick, what appeared to be bleached strawberry-blonde hair tied into two twin pigtails. In her hair was a bear pin on the left pigtail and a red and white bow on the left pigtail, and she appeared to be wearing a lot of makeup, which if you asked Jolyne was a bit unnecessary. For clothing, she was wearing a black cardigan with the first, second, and third buttons undone to expose a face full of cleavage and a black-and-red bra. Around her neck was an extremely long pure white tie that hung loosely from the collar of the cardigan. On the left lapel of the cardigan was a red bowtie, and on her neck was a thin black choker. There was a very, very small red pleated miniskirt that pretty much served NO purpose at all whatsoever other than presumably covering her underwear. Aside from that, she had nothing covering her legs, other than a pair of black boots with platform heels. Oh, and she had fake-red nails, but that last bit was unnecessary.
If Jolyne were to say anything about the girl on the right, well…. "For starters, I gotta say, you," Jolyne began as she pointed toward the blonde, who rose an eyebrow. "You look like you crawled out of a fashionista's worst fucking nightmare. I don't know if that was on purpose, but if it was congrats, you set out and completed what you wanted to accomplish." Then, Jolyne pointed over to the person on the left, who did not even move an inch, or show that she was paying attention. "And you, you look far too normal to not be considered suspicious."
Closing the door behind her, Jolyne then put her hands into her blazer pockets. "Now, The Headmaster called me to his office and told me that two people were going to meet me on the roof. I don't know if he knew about you guys coming up here, or if you guys approached him, or what have you. Point is, I don't know either of you. So, I gotta ask… who are you people, and why do you want to meet me in particular? Also, why the roof, because I'll be honest, this is kinda sketchy."
The girl on the right snickered, a wicked grin on her face. "Ha! I gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to be a smartass, Jolyne! I was expecting the brooding edgelord type judging by your appearance! We've only met for five seconds and you're already full of surprises! That's a good thing, a really, really good thing~"
The way the girl on the right said that with what Jolyne had to assume was an attempt to unsettle her was kinda strange. Not only that, the small blush on her cheeks made the dual-haired teen raise an eyebrow. "Oh, for fuck's sake, don't tell me this is one of those tired tropes where the love interest of a slice-of-life anime reveals their feelings on a rooftop. I swear to FUCK if that's the case I'm leaving."
When the girl saw that her attempt at unnerving Jolyne fell flat on its face, what with Jolyne's unamused expression, she adopted a neutral expression. "Wow, you're no fun. What's with the tough demeanour? Stressed or something? No, maybe you're bored. Bored of all this!" The girl opened her arms in a vague gesture encompassing what Jolyne had to assume was the world, or at best the school. Still, though, Jolyne was NOT impressed.
"I'm sorry, but I don't follow. Can you get to the point, please? I've never been a fan of dramatics," Jolyne quipped, harnessing her inner Harry Dresden as she crossed her arms. "I'm a rather busy person, and I have things I have to do. So…."
The blonde blinked, a shocked expression on her face. "Wow… Okay then, straight to the point. Ugh, that's so boooorrrrriiinnnnggggg. Hey, hey, Mukuro! You see that? She's being boring! She's pulling a you, make it stop, please!" The blonde complained as the black-haired teen's right eye twitched very, very subtly.
Rolling her eyes, Jolyne activated CHECK as two text boxes appeared above the two girl's heads.
[Name: Junko Enoshima/The Ultimate Fashionista, Analyst, and Despair]
Level: ?
HP: ?
Stamina: ?
Mana: ?
Faction: Remnants of Despair/World Ender
Lover of despair and all things NOT boring, Junko is what one would call a "random" person. One minute she could be happy, one minute she could be sad, and another she could be pissed off. Though, this is all intentional, and not caused by Bipolar Disorder. She can be quite the handful, but if there is one thing anyone can say about her is that you will never be bored around her. Scared, but not bored.
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[Name: Mukuro Ikosaba/The Ultimate Soldier and Despair]
Level: 750
HP: 500,550
Stamina: 500,000
Mana: 0
Faction: Remnants of Despair/World Ender
Quiet, calm, and reserved, Mukuro Ikosaba has seen multiple warzones and has come out with not a single scratch. She is beyond skilled and is capable of grabbing bullets out of mid-air, which is one of her best feats. This is due to her training with the underground mercenary group Fenrir. She is protective of her younger-by-a-few-minutes twin sister, Junko, and if any harm were to come to her… well, whoever brought said harm would cease to exist at a moment's notice.
Jolyne hummed, getting the sister's attention. "Junko Enoshima, and Mukuro Ikosaba, right?" Jolyne asked, which made Mukuro speak up.
"We did not tell you our names. How did you get them if you haven't moved from where you stand?" Mukuro demanded with a serious expression on her face as Jolyne sighed.
"If I told you that if I squinted really hard I can see your names above your heads like a nametag from Call Of Duty, as well as some extra details about you, would you believe me?" Jolyne quipped as Junko snorted.
"Ha! Really then? Then without me telling you, what's my real talent, then? Cause I'll tell you what, it sure as hell ain't what they say it is on the records, go ahead, you'd never guess, 'cause not even the school knows!" Junko said hotly, hands on her hips with an almost mocking expression on her face. While Jolyne didn't want to entertain the girl in front of her, she saw no other real choice as to further the conversation. So, she decided that spooking the confident Junko would be a fun way to kick her down from her high horse.
"Well, seeing as most everyone calls you the Ultimate Fashionista, that rules that off the list. That means there are only two other candidates, that being The Ultimate Despair, which I'm assuming you call yourself that, or, you're the Ultimate Analyst," Jolyne said as the mocking expression on Junko's face fell like a bag of bricks.
"… The fuck? How… How'd you…! What the fuck!?" Junko sputtered as Jolyne tapped the side of her head.
"As I said, if I squint, I can see your name. Not only that, I can see your talent, too. So, what the hell do you want, Junko? 'Cause I have things I need to do, and I have no time for bullshit at the moment. I got some kids that I need to get out of shitty situations, and I can't waste what little time I have left in the day dealing with you two."
Was she being a little bit rude? Yes, yes she was. Why? Because she was starting to get annoyed at Junko's antics. And it seemed that her annoyance was finally starting to seep into Junko, who had a panicked look on her face, flinching defensively as a result.
"W-Wait, hold on! Sheesh, you really know how to make a girl panic, Brooks-chan. Fine, you want me to cut to the chase, I'll cut to the chase! In fact, I'll cut to the chase so hard, I'll leave out all the stupid parts!" Junko said, stepping forward as Jolyne rolled her wrist and gestured Junko to continue.
"Well…?"
"Right," Junko began, clearing her throat. "You see, the world's boring! I can tell you think it is too, y'know, 'cause of that bored look you had on your face a few moments ago! So… why not join me and my sister in causing as much Despair as possible to make the world less boring! We can be the rulers of the new world, and chaos will reign supreme! Order won't exist in the world we create, and with someone like you on our side, we'll turn the world upside down faster than ever! So… wanna join?"
As Junko said that, she outstretched her hand in an inviting gesture toward Jolyne, who stared at it for what seemed like hours when in reality it was only a few seconds. A less boring world? A place where chaos reigned supreme? That sounded like something that would entertain Daimen. And a world that entertained Daimen meant that the dickhead wouldn't take her powers away.
And so, with a toothy grin on her face, she took Junko's hand and shook it, staring Junko in the eyes. "Now THAT, that speaks to me. You got yourself a deal."
-To Be Continued-