the mastermind meme

[monomods]

 

You asked for it, we're finally giving it to you! Say hello to the mastermind meme!

What does this mean exactly? It means your character is the one responsible for everything! They've been controlling Monobear from the shadows (or maybe they have an assistant to help them, possibly even one of your classmates!), they've been putting forth the motives, running the trials, all of it! And now they've finally chosen to reveal themselves and their true motives.

What are their motives? Why do they want to spread despair? Are they somehow connected to the late Junko Enoshima? And most importantly what is their snazzy Monobear-themed look like? You decide!

Threading reactions is highly encouraged and feel free to AU things up to mix up our current survivor pool as much as you'd like.

Comments

[awesmazings]

Really Lysandre? Yaknow, out of everyone here, I woulda' thought you might have caught on to all this a lot sooner! Then again, it's not like I've had to really work all that hard..

[A giggle interrupts him as he folds his hands behind his back, leaning forward slightly as he flashes the man with a bright grin. By all accounts, other than the clothes and the wings...he could very well be talking to the same old Jimmy as before.]

But I'm glad I got to put on a good show! You all make such lovely friends, and made it such a fun time for me, so I really should be thanking you for that~

[holocast]

[That's...unsettling, really; Lysandre does what he can to keep it off his face, though there's a bit of an odd look in his eyes, a sort of intensity that's usually reserved for either anger or determination.

It's difficult to say which it is at the moment; however, his fists are tightening sharply at his sides.]

So what now? You can hardly kill me, or anyone else for that matter, without having to execute yourself. Or does the Mastermind not play by his own rules?

[awesmazings]

Aaahaaha~ Leave it to Mr. SHSL Leader to ask the tough questions!

[He wags a finger at Lysandre before finally leaning back on his heels, stretching his arms above his head briefly before bringing his hands back down to his waist. He isn't looking at Lysandre any longer, instead playing with one of the friendship bracelets lining his wrist...suddenly they don't seem so harmless anymore.]

You see I wasn't expecting you all to survive long enough to figure out my little game! Especially with how quickly you've just been gleefully murdering each other in the most elaborate of ways, one by one, sending my good, good friends to Miseryville to wait for me...

[He pulls the bracelet off, turning it over in his hand.]

But I'm just killing you all right now wouldn't be nearly as fun as letting you guys do it! That's why I'm here, after all. Doing my job and spreading misery far and wide~

So no, you won't have to worry about me killing you. Especially not you, the man I've admired this entire time! For you see I can tell you're not as righteous as you project yourself to be....

Ehehehe....am I wrong, Mr. Kokinos?

[holocast]

...I see. [And from the sound of it, he does.] So you'll incite them do it for you, then.

What makes you think they'll listen, now that you've broadcasted this little plan of yours to us?

[It's a gamble and he knows it; there are several things Jimmy could say right now that might get them to listen. But then...well. He has no choice but to play odds right now.]

[awesmazings]

Oh don't worry, I don't expect things to change all that much. Just because you know I'm the one behind all this doesn't mean I won't stop sending you all lovely little motivations to get you going.

Whether personal or life threatening, really, you'd be surprised by how little it takes~

And I doubt any of you are going to even try to hurt little ol' Jimmy Two-Shoes, the one who's been trying to help you all this entire time...

[He suddenly pops the bracelet with a sharp snap, some of the beads falling off and clattering to the floor.]

Violence against the headmaster is strictly prohibited! Aaahaha!~

[holocast]

Oh, indeed? There's a rather obvious problem with that logic, from where I'm standing.

[And there's the determination, though it's nowhere near encouraging for anyone else that may happen to be in the room; he smirks at that, eyes glittering.]

Who's going to enforce the rules, if you're gone?

[awesmazings]

If! Such a pesky little word, because it sounds like you're doubting my capabilities! You're forgetting that I'm the one who brought you here...I'm the one who's overseen every miserable moment~

But, well...I guess you guys would just be lucky then, wouldn't you?

[He sighs with another faint chuckle, wrapping the beaded string around his hand a few times.]

I don't guess that means you're actually thinking about killing me...does it? Are you so cruel that you'd murder a child? ...Your friend?

[Whether or not you do, Lysandre, Jimmy still considers you and everyone else here to be his best friends. Yeah it's....about as unsettling as you can get, really.]

[holocast]

[Lysandre leans over the podium at that, fingertips pressing so hard into the wood that they're beginning to blanch.]

Mon cher, didn't you just claim to know what I've been up to?

Tell me...what do you think?

[awesmazings]

[The boy chuckles, looking up in thought.]

Well gee, lemme think about that...!~

From what I gathered, you're on your own little mission to change the world! Or at least....wipe out most of it in the process. But it is for the greater good! The world is so horrible and vile that you have to kill innocent people and Pokemon just to bring it to a state of....mm. Well.

[He shrugs, folding his arms.]

I don't think perfection is the right word. Either way, what you had in mind for your world was pretty dire. You don't see a bright future for your home, so why do you even want to go back so badly?

Maybe it's because you learned what true vileness is like on these islands, mm?~ Are we having second thoughts about what we once thought was the right thing to do?

[holocast]

Mm...no, no, I think you're misunderstanding me - you're right in saying that I've witnessed true vileness here.

However, you're wrong in assuming that I won't work to eradicate filth like you anymore; was this supposed to make me more determined to kill you? Because you're doing a very, very good job at ensuring that's going to happen.

[awesmazings]

[Jimmy pauses for a brief moment, turning his attention back to Lysandre directly instead of messing with the broken bracelet in his hands. That smile is still ever present as a deeper chuckle rises in his throat.]

I don't know....I can't read your mind~ But if you're that intent on spoiling my fun...

[He suddenly snaps his fingers sharply, a burst of green flame engulfing his hand for a moment before a sword suddenly appears which he grabs by the hilt. A flaming sword.

In almost a split second his smile is completely gone, replaced with an almost animalistic snarl. He then lets his smile slowly return, but it's no longer cheery like it once was.

It's downright insane.]

I'd love to see you try~

[holocast]

[Lysandre tips his head a bit at that, his gaze focused more on the sword than Jimmy's face; however, once it's plain that sword isn't coming at him - that's when he notices the boy's expression.

There's a distinct look of fear in his eyes; he closes them for a moment. Reminds himself to breathe.]

I assume you weren't lying, mon cher, when you said you wouldn't murder me?

[His hand falls to his side, pulling one of the blades he carries with him from its position on his belt.

He doesn't have his Pokémon; he never brings them to trials. But at least he's worked out how to hold the knife properly.]

[awesmazings]

That's a good question! ..Are you brave enough to find out for yourself?

[His shoulders tremble with barely contained mirth as his smile twitches slightly, his teeth gritting together tightly as he regards Lysandre with that wicked smile of his.]

cw: suicide

[holocast]

It's not so much a question of bravery and more to verify that you're not going to do me the favor. I'm not terribly interested in being used as an instrument of death for anyone else, you see, so I imagined I would expedite the process of getting this over with. You understand.

[He sets the knife down on the podium.]

Do you know the reason I didn't want it to be you, mon cher?

[The knife will soon joined by the red fabric of that cravat he always wears around his throat, though he continues speaking as he unwinds it.]

Because with the exception of maybe one person back home, I've never received something from anyone that didn't have ulterior motives. All people do is take from others, and they're never satisfied. They never stop. Possessions, money, investment, charity. Lives. They just take, and take, and take, until there's nothing left.

Offering me friendship for what seemed to be no reason...giving me things of sentimental value, giving me your time - you seemed to be one of the very, very few who would actually give of yourself freely.

[He picks up that knife again, turning it in his hand, toying with the positioning of it in a manner that's almost idle.]

Don't you understand, mon cher? You can't bring me misery, because you aren't special. You aren't unique.

You're just like everyone else.

[The blade pauses, turned inward.

It's almost impossible to slit one's own throat cleanly, in the long gaping ear-to-ear gash sort of way; however, the jugular and the carotid both pulse close to the skin. An unfortunate flaw, maybe, in the way humans are created; either way, it's entirely possible to knock open one or both if you go hard enough, when Lysandre moves, he does it so quickly and forcefully that it's clear he doesn't want the shock to stop him before he's done enough damage to ensure he'll bleed out.

Whether he's managed that or not, it's enough to drop him, and that is a lot of blood.]

[awesmazings]

[Jimmy remains silent during Lysandre's entire speech, his grin never wavering as he watches him. Then, when he suddenly pierces his own neck, Jimmy can't help but let a horrible laugh erupt from him, as if he'd been holding it in all that time. He snaps his fingers and the sword disappears before he steps around the podiums to make his way to where Lysandre collapsed.

The copious amounts of blood don't seem to be phasing him in the slightest as he leans over with his hands on his knees, snickering.]

My my my....isn't this a surprise? I had a feeling you wouldn't go down easy, but...I didn't expect for you to do the job yourself! So underwhelming, and yet so....so miserable...

[He sighs, leaning down a bit closer to Lysandre as he bleeds out, shaking his head and clucking his tongue.]

Oh well, I guess there's not much I can do now! It's been fun working with you, my dear friend.

Bye bye now, Lysandre. I'll see you soon, ok?~