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]

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?~