(catch-all)

[janescayre]

WHO: Fukawa & "Friends"
WHERE: Mirth, probably Stygia and Serene too.
WHEN: Nov/December
WHAT: Quest logs, perhaps other random goings on that don't need to clog event logs.
WARNINGS: CW: talk of child murder, perverted/erotica talk, threats of murder/suicide, Danganronpa spoilers. Updated as needed!

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[janescayre]

Ghhwukh!

[AQUATIC ASSAULT. She flinches back and swats at the droplets with reflexes that can only be described as "unsalvageable".]

Don't do that!

[🤬❗❗❗

Anyway, she sulks a little but internally concedes that it was a stupid suggestion. If Sakura read her mind even once she'd probably have left her in jail.]

I'd h-hate to live in a place where things like that are possible. Aren't there enough problems in the world already?

[She sighs.]

I m-might be the only person here without some secret magical girl persona. None of that crap existed back home.

[craters]

Does it bother you?

（ it's asked gently, as she sinks a little lower in the water. it isn't as if she's ashamed of having chakra — she's worked hard to be where and who she is, but she understands all too well the desperate fear of not being enough. strong enough, smart enough, good enough. it's easy to feel like you've been left behind when the people around you are predestined to power. ）

[janescayre]

[Fukawa's head bobs back, affronted.]

Don't act ashamed all of a s-sudden! If you have a talent, own it!

[The entire conceit of her own school was acquiring and honing talent. You couldn't attend without being the best at what you did, regardless of what it was.

Granted that meant a lot of useless talents squeaked through. Who was going to hire the "Super High School Level Biker Gang Leader"? Or the Clairvoyant. Spare her.]

I j-just mean, it's hard enough to stay alive as it is. Once you st-start bringing in people who can crush boulders with their hands, or...o-or this one guy, he j-just—

[She makes a gesture both wild and weak, a complete bungling of ninjutsu.]

He just made this b-big hand appear in the air and it threw me! Right into a b-bush! What the hell am I supposed to do against something like that?

[craters]

（ excuse her. a giant hand manifesting out of nowhere...?

she doesn't exactly have proof that fukawa is talking about sasuke, but there's a niggling certainty that's exactly who she means. who else in stygia can go around manifesting giant amorphous hands and who would throw a girl into a bush?

honestly.

sasuke fits pretty much all the bills. ）

That's pretty strange even by my standards... do you remember what he looked like...?

[janescayre]

[She hesitates. It's one thing to rant, it's quite another to snitch. Especially when there might be consequences.]

You're not going to go after him, are you?

[craters]

No, of course not.

（ excuse her, what sort of woman do you think she is!!!


don't answer that. ）

But it's probably a good idea to be aware of someone like that, don't you think?

[janescayre]

[LOOK SHE BROKE INTO PRISON ALREADY WHAT ELSE WILL SHE DO?]

If you p-put it that way...

[Oof. She sighs and goes to adjust her glasses. Then thinks better of it, setting them aside on the rocks. They're accumulating fog, it's getting annoying to squint through. At least she's near-sighted.]

He was good-looking enough, if y-you're a total masochist. [Which she is. And under other circumstances she'd be singing deluded praises instead of doling out warnings.] Dark hair, but l-long in the front and sh-short in the back? He looked Japa— uh. Like us. Not Western? I d-don't know if your world has the same geography or whatever. [Her nose wrinkles.] I think he was wearing a navy top with a high collar. I don't know.

[craters]

（ damnit, sasuke, you absolute ass. ）

Well, I'm glad you weren't hurt... that could have been quite the disaster if he'd meant you harm.

[janescayre]

I'd b-be a big splatter on the road, you mean.

[Again, what are these noodle human arms going to do against the power of God and anime?

Fukawa sighs. Then squints.]

Are you okay?

[She looks like she's just bit into a peeled lemon.]