Enoshima witnessed the death all on screen. To see her senpai get brutally murdered was a wonderful kind of despair. It reminded her of the time she killed her sister. But Mukuro was always stupid. “Upupup…” Standing up, Junko got to work. She flew her TARDIS into the closed space that contained Ragyo’s soul. Sachiko’s tricks were neat but they were easy to overcome. It was child’s play. She locked onto where her senpai’s soul was. Experiencing death over and over. Quickly, Enoshima brought it into the TARDIS with a simple Time Scoop. She then replaced her soul with perfect chameleon technology. Posing as Ragyo’s soul.
"Let’s get you all fixed senpai!" Using the Eye of Harmony, Junko began to restore all of Ragyo’s power. Everything she had taken was now given back. But….Enoshima took one thing again. She had gotten rid of her memories. The memories of that it was her who put her in that school full of death. They were gone forever now. Letting Junko get away with it. It wasn’t that she was worried about Ragyo not forgiving her. It was so that the war wouldn’t be slowed down anymore. She placed her senpai’s fully healed body on a table and shook her awake.
"Whichever ya prefer!! Personally, I think designin’ th’dresses ourselves may be a cute idea, an’ maybe at our weddin’ we can get a lil’ head-start in our kill quota by invitin’ people we can’t hardly staaaand an’ jus’ exterminate th’shit outta ‘em!!”
"That sounds like a great idea! Upupup~ We can kill them slowly. Give them the most despair-inducing death they could ever have! But for now…"
"Come here new future wife. Give me a big, wet, sloppy kiss with that long tongue of yours~"
thequeenofdespair said:"Married then? Consider it done."
"For reeeeeeaaaaaalll?! Oh, oh wow, I’m getting all heated up jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout it!! S’gonna be perfect! But, a’course, I gotta get th’blessin’ of m’next of kin, so—"
"Wh-WHAT?! How d-dare you make such a life-impacting decision without my approval?! N-No, absolutely not, I— I refuse to let you m-marry this hideous excuse for a woma—"
"Oh, turns out her blessing’s bullshit. Let’s do it!!"
"Good~ Then we both agree to get married! Then later we can go out and kill anybody we want. So tell me how you want it done. Do I wear the wedding dress or do we both wear one?"
Done with college. Got my distinction. Sweet.
And it seems to celebrate this, booty is in order. And that’s great-
Booty booty booty
Booty booty booty rockin’ every where?
"I tried with you. But if you’re going to act like that then I have no choice."
Dusk skies would roll when called cute once more, thinking this conversation wouldn’t continue any longer if this is all it had for her. However, she let it go after that, a remark spoken on that of her appearance, the shadow nymph gave her this.”I’m an imp.”
"I see. I suspected as such." The former model pushed up her glasses, eyeing the other’s small form. "Are there more imps around or are you the only one?" Enoshima thought maybe there was more of her species around. Could their home be somewhere close by?
"Forgive me. I haven’t introduced myself yet. I am Junko Enoshima, former model. Who would you be?"