[ooc: Note, with the exception of 'Red Springs', she's going around disguised as Junko.]
Soaking In Your Arrival (tw gore in link/description)
[The shock of suddenly finding herself impaled by the Spears of Gungnir Monokuma- no, her Sister- had summoned was startling enough. What she hadn't expected was to then find herself suddenly and unceremoniously dumped underwater.
Mukuro's survival instinct started to kick in about the same time the Everwarm she'd been given started to take effect, and without so much as a thank you to the Lady of the Lake she skilfully made her way to shore. This swim was nothing compared to the military training she'd undergone as part of Fenrir, after all.
So it was that she took a seat on the ground and began to assess the many injuries across her upper body and her legs - she'd worry about the cold and her sodden outfit and wig afterwards. Those wounds that should have been fatal.
No, they were fatal.
But it was as if all the internal damage had been healed up. What was left looked gruesome, sure, and her clothes were bloodstained and torn...but the wounds now hardly looked that deep. She felt lightheaded, but nowhere near what she would expect for the amount of blood she'd lost.]
This- this doesn't make sense- how-
I died. How did-?
[A large dog with embers glistening on its fur watched her from nearby, waiting for her to settle before it approached. Once she had, it would collect the combat knife that had washed up on the shore near her and bring it to its mistress.]
The Red Spring
[Well, rather than walking around like the survivor of a zombie apocalypse story, Mukuro had wandered down to the Red Spring to try and clean herself up a bit. She probably couldn't get away with washing her clothes, but she could at least clean her injuries.
Besides, one of the guides had mentioned their healing properties once they'd noticed the sorry state she had arrived in. There was only so much makeshift cloth bandages could do, after all.
So for now, she'll be sneaking down to the spring and slipping into the water, leaving her clothes and wig in a neat pile on the edge.]
Oh...this feels nice...
[Once she was done at the spring itself, she headed back to her room to get changed and get some rest. Mukuro couldn't help but notice there were two beds in here though - did that mean she'd have a roommate?
Well, she'd worry about that later. First job was getting the bay water out of the Junko wig...]
Brave of Soul
So, like... we just gotta go in and face whatever scary stuff it's gonna throw at us, huh?
['Junko' was making her way through the cave with a surprising amount of skill, considering she was wearing high heels and fake nails that in no way lent themselves to the task at hand.
At her side, her ominous hellhound stalked through the shadows, red eyes gleaming like the embers that flaked off its fur. It was a huge thing, nearly coming up to its mistress' shoulders even when walking on all fours. It didn't look like a familiar that would suit a delicate looking fashion deva like her.
Mukuro wasn't sure what she or her companion would see down in the caves, but there was only one way to find out, right?]
Seriously, I wonder what creepy stuff it's gonna be. Like, if it's just some spiders or whatever I'll be disappointed.
Pure of Heart
"The pure of heart will form the bridge with a leap of faith."
[Mukuro couldn't help but frown as she read the sign aloud. Well, that was a problem.
No way, no how, would she ever consider herself - one of the Despair Sisters who helped end the world - as pure of heart by any possible definition. It didn't help that her self confidence was all but non-existent, not that she knew this would play a role yet.]
Like, what kinda stupid nonsense is this? How're they even defining pure of heart anyway? No one's seriously like that!
[Except Makoto...maybe...]
Shadlin Showdown
[It became apparent quite early on that Mukuro would need to earn a living somehow. As her talent was her only redeeming feature, as Junko put it, following up on the various quests and tasks that had been posted on the QuestBoard app seemed like the best way to go.
She was a mercenary, after all.
The quest to investigate the Dusklight Woodland at night certainly caught her interest, and a reconnaissance mission seemed right up her ally.
As such, a...well, what looked to be a fashion deva in entirely unsuitable high heels had fake nails strode up to the edge of the woods. At least she had a combat knife stashed at her thigh, right?
She gave her companion a bright wave, putting on her best grin.]
Hey! Are you here for the quest, too?
[Her hellhound kept itself in the shadows for the time being, its near-silent footsteps and breathing barely noticeable at the forest edge.]
Wildcard!
[ooc: I'm on Discord at ArchangelAmy#4540 so feel free to message me there or PM this journal if you have something in mind!]
Mukuro Ikusaba | Danganronpa (Spoilers everywhere) | Magic Undecided/Hellhound familiar
Soaking In Your Arrival (tw gore in link/description)
[The shock of suddenly finding herself impaled by the Spears of Gungnir Monokuma- no, her Sister- had summoned was startling enough. What she hadn't expected was to then find herself suddenly and unceremoniously dumped underwater.
Mukuro's survival instinct started to kick in about the same time the Everwarm she'd been given started to take effect, and without so much as a thank you to the Lady of the Lake she skilfully made her way to shore. This swim was nothing compared to the military training she'd undergone as part of Fenrir, after all.
So it was that she took a seat on the ground and began to assess the many injuries across her upper body and her legs - she'd worry about the cold and her sodden outfit and wig afterwards. Those wounds that should have been fatal.
No, they were fatal.
But it was as if all the internal damage had been healed up. What was left looked gruesome, sure, and her clothes were bloodstained and torn...but the wounds now hardly looked that deep. She felt lightheaded, but nowhere near what she would expect for the amount of blood she'd lost.]
This- this doesn't make sense- how-
I died. How did-?
[A large dog with embers glistening on its fur watched her from nearby, waiting for her to settle before it approached. Once she had, it would collect the combat knife that had washed up on the shore near her and bring it to its mistress.]
The Red Spring
[Well, rather than walking around like the survivor of a zombie apocalypse story, Mukuro had wandered down to the Red Spring to try and clean herself up a bit. She probably couldn't get away with washing her clothes, but she could at least clean her injuries.
Besides, one of the guides had mentioned their healing properties once they'd noticed the sorry state she had arrived in. There was only so much makeshift cloth bandages could do, after all.
So for now, she'll be sneaking down to the spring and slipping into the water, leaving her clothes and wig in a neat pile on the edge.]
Oh...this feels nice...
[Once she was done at the spring itself, she headed back to her room to get changed and get some rest. Mukuro couldn't help but notice there were two beds in here though - did that mean she'd have a roommate?
Well, she'd worry about that later. First job was getting the bay water out of the Junko wig...]
Brave of Soul
So, like... we just gotta go in and face whatever scary stuff it's gonna throw at us, huh?
['Junko' was making her way through the cave with a surprising amount of skill, considering she was wearing high heels and fake nails that in no way lent themselves to the task at hand.
At her side, her ominous hellhound stalked through the shadows, red eyes gleaming like the embers that flaked off its fur. It was a huge thing, nearly coming up to its mistress' shoulders even when walking on all fours. It didn't look like a familiar that would suit a delicate looking fashion deva like her.
Mukuro wasn't sure what she or her companion would see down in the caves, but there was only one way to find out, right?]
Seriously, I wonder what creepy stuff it's gonna be. Like, if it's just some spiders or whatever I'll be disappointed.
Pure of Heart
"The pure of heart will form the bridge with a leap of faith."
[Mukuro couldn't help but frown as she read the sign aloud. Well, that was a problem.
No way, no how, would she ever consider herself - one of the Despair Sisters who helped end the world - as pure of heart by any possible definition. It didn't help that her self confidence was all but non-existent, not that she knew this would play a role yet.]
Like, what kinda stupid nonsense is this? How're they even defining pure of heart anyway? No one's seriously like that!
[Except Makoto...maybe...]
Shadlin Showdown
[It became apparent quite early on that Mukuro would need to earn a living somehow. As her talent was her only redeeming feature, as Junko put it, following up on the various quests and tasks that had been posted on the QuestBoard app seemed like the best way to go.
She was a mercenary, after all.
The quest to investigate the Dusklight Woodland at night certainly caught her interest, and a reconnaissance mission seemed right up her ally.
As such, a...well, what looked to be a fashion deva in entirely unsuitable high heels had fake nails strode up to the edge of the woods. At least she had a combat knife stashed at her thigh, right?
She gave her companion a bright wave, putting on her best grin.]
Hey! Are you here for the quest, too?
[Her hellhound kept itself in the shadows for the time being, its near-silent footsteps and breathing barely noticeable at the forest edge.]
Wildcard!
[ooc: I'm on Discord at ArchangelAmy#4540 so feel free to message me there or PM this journal if you have something in mind!]