[In the void, it's the darkness that gets her attention, and even if she weren't inclined to be curious about that direction, Junko's doesn't particularly care for the connotations of heading into the light. Sure, it's probably a good thing, but she's also pretty sure that things like that usually carry a sense of finality, of peace, and she can't say that's where her interest lies.
Her eyes flick from person to person out here, taking a moment to register faces, to experience those odd feelings of negativity they inspire. Not entirely unwelcome feelings, but unfamiliar, she isn't used to being wary of others, a conflicted expression on her face as she's not completely sure what to do about this. She doesn't quite know if she should be in dismay over these experiences or let a smile creep onto her face.
So because of that, she'll focus her attention on the all consuming darkness going on, watching seemingly everything hopelessly be destroyed by it. Occasionally something gets her attention, her gaze seems to focus a bit more than just passively observing, a glimpse of home, a familiar face, but that soon too is gone. Oh well.]
[Waiting]
[Well this is all off to a super interesting start if you ask her. First the crystal cocoon then those guys with the whips, it's all so hopelessly strange. And she hasn't quite tired of it yet, so she's been going along with things, putting up with that bombardment of questions from her not so enthusiastic captors. Still, she's managed to resist her worse impulses, brokering little more resistance than the occasional complaint about things, which works about as well as she'd expect. Still, she's not causing any huge problems, so Junko doesn't have too much trouble finding someone to talk to in the ruins, wanting to...well, not necessarily pick their brains about what's going on even if it sounds like that, but just to make conversation. The soldiers aren't really her ideal conversation partner for what it's worth.]
Hey, so what do you think is up with that whole ritual space thing? You heard them talking about it right? You don't think they're gonna like, sacrifice some of us or something, do you?
[Probably not, but she looks like she might be a little worried about that idea. Or anything that could happen really, it's a hopelessly weird situation, anything can happen and it could be super horrible! Which isn't that far off from what she's thinking, even if her visible expression doesn't necessarily match what's going on in her head.]
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Junko Enoshima | Danganronpa | Artisan
[In the void, it's the darkness that gets her attention, and even if she weren't inclined to be curious about that direction, Junko's doesn't particularly care for the connotations of heading into the light. Sure, it's probably a good thing, but she's also pretty sure that things like that usually carry a sense of finality, of peace, and she can't say that's where her interest lies.
Her eyes flick from person to person out here, taking a moment to register faces, to experience those odd feelings of negativity they inspire. Not entirely unwelcome feelings, but unfamiliar, she isn't used to being wary of others, a conflicted expression on her face as she's not completely sure what to do about this. She doesn't quite know if she should be in dismay over these experiences or let a smile creep onto her face.
So because of that, she'll focus her attention on the all consuming darkness going on, watching seemingly everything hopelessly be destroyed by it. Occasionally something gets her attention, her gaze seems to focus a bit more than just passively observing, a glimpse of home, a familiar face, but that soon too is gone. Oh well.]
[Waiting]
[Well this is all off to a super interesting start if you ask her. First the crystal cocoon then those guys with the whips, it's all so hopelessly strange. And she hasn't quite tired of it yet, so she's been going along with things, putting up with that bombardment of questions from her not so enthusiastic captors. Still, she's managed to resist her worse impulses, brokering little more resistance than the occasional complaint about things, which works about as well as she'd expect. Still, she's not causing any huge problems, so Junko doesn't have too much trouble finding someone to talk to in the ruins, wanting to...well, not necessarily pick their brains about what's going on even if it sounds like that, but just to make conversation. The soldiers aren't really her ideal conversation partner for what it's worth.]
Hey, so what do you think is up with that whole ritual space thing? You heard them talking about it right? You don't think they're gonna like, sacrifice some of us or something, do you?
[Probably not, but she looks like she might be a little worried about that idea. Or anything that could happen really, it's a hopelessly weird situation, anything can happen and it could be super horrible! Which isn't that far off from what she's thinking, even if her visible expression doesn't necessarily match what's going on in her head.]
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