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[miraiplayer-blog]

School Idol Festival...?

{ @aidoration }

Chiaki was doing more of her wandering, not much else she could do… She was very sheltered, and in a big city like this, she really had no idea where she was going.

Big surprised, she seemed to have bumped into someone else. Again. She needed to quit spacing out… but as she looked up at the stranger’s face, something rang in her brain… she was the perfect image of how Naegi-san had described a certain girl to her countless times…

“…Are you… Maizono-san?”

[aidoration-blog]

When she turns to face the other girl, Sayaka’s features are already resting in a warm expression; although it’s her first time having met a fan since her return to the city, the temporary reprieve she’d had back home has honed her reflexes back to their former level of professionalism. She is, after all, an idol through and through.

“That’s me!” Corners of eyes crinkle in a smile, and there’s a beat of silence before she raises her hand to her lips in a questioning motion. “Could it be... that you’re also someone from my world? Ehehe... It’s been quite a while since I last performed in this city, after all.”

[yazawachan-blog]

@aidoration

❤️; They happened to meet coincidentally and after sharing sentences, it began to grow into threads of it, adding one after another that eventually became an introduction towards each other. From it, she had learned that the other, too, belonged to an idol group from her city. It wasn’t that it was uncommon, but she was rather curious to know what kind of formation it was, regarding that she had never seen them before through her countless years of researching. A brow raised at her, she asked as though she was quizzing her knowledge about it. 

“So you’re from an actual idol group? I don’t think I’ve ever heard about you before though, and I’m always on top with idols! What was your group’s name again?”

[aidoration-blog]

This situation is strange, to say the least. Although her first stay in the city’d already been odd in that walking the streets freely and without being recognized was something she hadn’t done in years, Sayaka can’t say that her position as an idol’d ever been questioned — something that the girl before her now is barely concealing her attempts at doing. 

The smile she flashes is laden with the kind of idol-esque pep that’d make her former managers nod with pride, though. “That’s right. We were called Girls’ Garden. It isn’t a huge surprise that you haven’t heard of me, though — when I was here before, I remember running into another girl who was a famous idol in her version of Japan, but neither of us knew of each other. Risette, I think her name was.”

[aidoration-blog]

@lunaticinformant

It’s the sight of an all-too-familiar hat bobbing past outside the cafe’s front window that grabs her attention. Placing down the drink she’d been nursing, eyes are cast backwards to confirm the figure’s identity; then she’s setting down some change and hurrying out after her. If she’s looking for answers about why the city seems to have changed this much in the span of a few weeks, talking to someone she’s spoken to before seems like the best idea.

“Ah, please wait... !” Running is far from Sayaka’s forte, but it’s impossible to deny the fact that she at least manages it gracefully; one more step, then another, and she’s out the door and into the cobbled path beyond.

[aidoration-blog]

@stylouko

There’s something different here, something that’s been nagging at the back of Sayaka’s mind since her return. Perhaps it’s just her imagination, or the resulting discordance from being thrust into a melting pot of strange faces and voices all over again; but regardless of the reason, she’s far from at ease.

Seeing a familiar figure only helps lift that feeling a little bit. “Fukawa-san.” The twin braids and glasses are undeniable, and she manages a polite ( if not demure compared to the typical cheer associated with Sayaka Maizono ) smile as a hand is raised to accompany her greeting. “It’s... been a while, hasn’t it? Ehehe.”

[aidoration-blog]

we’re back in business!! gonna be starting fresh thread-wise, so here’s an rp ad to get sayaka on her feet again -- capped at four, with castmates and any prior interactions exempt! if we had a thread going and you’d like to continue it, let me know!

[saishounoeiyuu]

This is the story of a man who is suddenly reminded of the world he left behind.

It’s not because of the loud sounds and over-electrified energy of the city around him. It’s not because of the twisting, winding streets full of small-time shops and chain stores that make up this particular area of the city, either.

It’s all because of one young woman standing on the street, wearing a school uniform. It looks nothing like any of the ones he’s ever seen before. If it had, it wouldn’t have made any sense to him. This world, for all its similarities to his own, was in all actuality nothing like his own. He still didn’t know if that was something entirely good or bad, but it was, at the very least, confusing.

He notices, however, that time has gone by since he noticed her standing there. The only reason he realizes this is because now she has noticed him, as well. He isn’t sure what she thinks of him–how could he–but any girl in their right mind would likely be unsettled at the very least by some strange man staring at her from a distance.

“Sorry,” he offers. “Didn’t mean to stare. You just reminded me of something.” He has no reason not to be honest. “I didn’t think this place had anything like a high school. Guess it shows what I know.”

@aidoration

[aidoration-blog]

He looks like a club bouncer or something, she decides. It’s been hard not to stare back, unnerved as she is by the stranger’s glasses-covered gaze that’s been cast in her direction for quite some time now; there’s really no reason for anyone to be after her in a world like this, unless he recognizes her from home, and her lack of a security team suddenly feels all too noticeable. She wills a smile to her face regardless. One more, maybe two more moments of this, and then she’ll keep walking and be on her way —

And of course, that’s when he addresses her directly. Sayaka relaxes at the explanation, although not completely; after years of being in the industry, some level of caution is always necessary, although it’s well-concealed behind an expression of cordiality. 

“Ah, it’s fine!” Rather than letting him move first, she closes the distance between them so as not to yell across the square. More than anything else, it’s her intuition that’s saying this person really doesn’t have any bad intentions, hence the honest answer that follows. “As far as I know, there’s only one school here and they don’t care too much about how old you are. I was a high school student back in my own world too, though.” She pauses then, and follows with a question of her own: “You’re new here, I’m guessing... ?”

[eyedolized]

    ❝ Well—! Aren’t you just a darling sight? ❞ No doubt his praise falls unwarranted upon the poor girl’s ears–his own, even!–though Arashi simply couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t everyday he ran into such a cute girl, now was it? Ah, it was almost enough to make his heart race! ❝ And you know.. I think that one- ❞ he says, pointing a finger toward a dress hung up just behind her,   ❝ -Would suit you perfectly! You would look amazing—Like an idol! Now go on. Why not try it on?❞

— ✩ aidoration

[aidoration-blog]

Both the unfamiliar voice and the energy with which this stranger approaches catch her off guard, and for a moment she just faces him with a smile and a racing mind — is this a fan from her own world? Or someone who’d seen her perform here before? A moment more tells her that no, this person sounds more like a stranger, and she can’t help but chuckle at his level of enthusiasm. 

“Ehehe... thank you very much for the compliment!” His last words make it clear that he has no idea who he’s speaking to, and Sayaka decides to play along for the time being; toes are stretched and she reaches for the article in question, a smile playing across the corners of her lips. Then she’s spinning around, dress held in front of her and meeting the boy’s gaze with a cant of her head. “Hm... like this? What do you think?”

[detectiveahoge]

hope’s peak school idol festival [closed; aidoration]

He recognized Sayaka Maizono but he honestly wasn’t quite sure if she recognized him. They had gone to school together, and he a year ahead, but who’s going to pay attention to some off brand protagonist material like him? He knew her talent and he also had breifly remembered conversing with her before (or had he?). The events that had gone on at Hope’s Peak not once but twice had followed him here, reminders of things he’d never be allowed to forget, even in the almost three years since he had ended up here.

Lost in thought however, his gaze had probably lingered on her a little too long, causing him to shake his head and offer an apology.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. You just look familiar.”

[aidoration-blog]

“Ehehe, do I... ?” They’re automatic, both the smile that sets itself up on her face before she’s begun to speak and the bubbly laughter that follows. This kind of situation is far from abnormal, although it’s definitely been a while since she’d last been recognized — but regardless of who or why recognition arrives from, Sayaka has never been one to disappoint.

She raises a single finger to her lips, actions and tone both radiating thoughtfulness. “Let’s see... where do you think you know me from? We can start from there!” Her first guess is probably that this is someone from her world, and specifically her country — there isn’t a soul who wouldn’t recognize the idol who’d captured the entire nation’s hearts, after all. It’s just that she can’t quite shake a feeling of familiarity that’s crept up as well, but she chalks it up to their shared homeworld.

[headoverheartiisms-deactivated2]

       “Yeeeeaaaaah we generally try to keep away from Clumsies when we’re visiting the Mainland to bring the seasons.” Fawn replied, rubbing the nape of her neck when she heard Sayaka’s dazed explanation. “Bad luck for us, usually. But it’s kind of impossible to not run into you big guys so I sort of stopped trying.” Besides, when Tinkerbell had gotten captured by the OTHER girl, nothing too bad had happened to her and Vidia had ended up alright. It could be worse. Fawn could have run into a hawk by now. With no dust.

      The bow was interesting enough. Fawn didn’t really get it, so she didn’t try to emulate the action, but she did wave off the comment. “It’s fine. Call it a truce?”

      "By the way, you don’t look half bad with a little dust on ya.” she added, “It looks nice- I’m surprised you haven’t started floating yet. Kudos on being the first human I’ve ever met to figure out how to not-float ‘round pixie dust.”

[aidoration-blog]

“Clumsies?” She echoes the unfamiliar term, turning it around in her mouth for a moment before connecting it with the notion of ‘big guys’ that’s brought up next; it’s true that from their perspective, even the most graceful of humans must seem like a lumbering oaf. The thought earns a small smile. “Ah... I’m sorry for any trouble we’ve given you in the past.” 

It isn’t hard to imagine how or why someone would want to try capturing ( or worse ) something so pretty. Even Sayaka herself is tempted to reach out and feel the brush of gossamer wings or tiny limbs — and her hand reaches out in unison with the idea, although a fear of scaring the fairy away causes fingers to still after a beat. “ ... Right! A truce it is.”

Really, half of the things being said are flying right over her head, but she’s content to just listen and bask in the company of another living being. More than anything else, the thought of returning to that room on her own makes her want to stay here and talk more. Wrapped up in thoughts of ahh, what should I say to continue the conversation, as she is, Sayaka barely notices the stranger’s words beginning to come true ( or her own stiltedness ); the floating’s begun, but she simply continues speaking as if nothing at all is out of place. “Oh, really? Thank you. Um... what exactly is pixie dust?”

[lunaticinformant-blog]

     Yup– that’s what Ringo thought. Watching the other go back and forth, Ringo couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Idly, she let her ears pop out of her hair for the other to see.

“Looking for these?” She gestures to her ears, still smiling. “If you wanted to ask about them, you could’ve done so from the start, y’know…”

     Snatching her hat back from the other, she quickly put it on the other’s head.

“Hmm… not bad, not bad! Looks good on ya.”

[aidoration-blog]

Perhaps the sound of laughter should have clued her in, but Sayaka’s too wrapped up in her examination of the hat to notice; it’s only when the other girl speaks that she casts her gaze back up to land on the floppy white additions that’d initially caught her interest. “Eh?” She’s being awfully repetitive, yet the confusion’s finally starting to fade. “I see... so they’re like haircli — ” 

And then the hat’s thrown over her head, earning a startled squeak. “Ah, wait!” Things are moving a bit too quickly — something that the faint frown on her features pays testament to when she peers out from beneath its rim. Still, there’s nothing but a bright smile that awaits, which garners one of her own; and then Sayaka’s laughing as well, albeit a tad softer. “Geeze, you startled me! Ehehe... thank you, though.”

[onewayvector]

@aidoration

    “Fuck. Watch where you’re going, you fucking psycho!”

It would have been an accident, had it not been for the albino’s timely intervention. Or at least, being in the right place at the right time. The Hive’s traffic had never been the safest. With the nature of the various sectors, Sector 1 being the example, managing traffic with the hopes of it being accident-free would be a fool’s wish.

He was simply to cross an intersection with a bunch of other strangers, one girl in particular and a couple of adults. The light turned green for them. It should have been safe, right? Not quite. From his flank came a rogue truck, speeding through, hoping to beat the stop lights. It should have ended in a tragic accident. But it didn’t. The truck was stopped, dead in its tracks. Utterly totalled after an explosion of rended metal, now scattered across the asphalt.

    “For fuck’s sake… I’d kill this fucker if he hadn’t killed himself from that already.” Accelerator sounded more annoyed than concerned. He turned to the fellows that were crossing the street with him. Shaken, but otherwise okay. Good.

    “Good. No one’s seemed to have pissed themselves from that.”

[aidoration-blog]

For the second time since arriving here, she’s found herself in a life or death situation — or certain death, perhaps, would be more accurate. In whatever illusion of security a green light offered, she hadn’t seen the oncoming vehicle until it’d been a split-second away; then, just as suddenly, chaos had erupted when in a more literal sense, the truck had erupted.

             “Ah — ?!”

All she can do for a long moment is stand, one hand thrown over her mouth for no reason beside the shock that’s holding her stock-still. Idly, she finds herself wondering just how many times the word ‘fuck’ had pierced the air in the last minute. Not that excessive swearing bothers her, yet in the daze of confusion and acrid scent of charred metal that follows, it’s one of the thoughts that stands out about this strange boy who’d, well — “Saved us,” she says out loud, and then once more in a coherent sentence, “You saved us.” 

A deep breath, then another to steady herself, and she’s pulled together enough composure to offer a look of concern in his direction. “How about you? Are you alright... ?” She won’t question how the feat’d been possible, having seen enough in this city by now to realize that her own lack of ability is more out of place; instead, hesitant steps are taken towards the young man before a deep bow is offered. “We owe you our lives.”

[lunaticinformant-blog]

     Chuckling a bit at how polite the other was, Ringo shrugged.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Here, take a closer look and try it out.”

     Taking off her hat, revealing Ringo’s very much so real ears that disappeared in to a mess of blonde hair, she casually offered it to the other– keeping a plain smile as she went about doing so.

“It’s really nothing special, but it’s pretty comfy.”

[aidoration-blog]

“Eh?” Surprise, to say the least, erupts on her features — although there’s admittedly a moment before it does so, hands accepting the hat and then eyes taking in the distinct lack of white fluff before darting back to the other girl’s head. “Just now, those... ” 

She blinks. Blinks, frowns slightly, then looks back at the hat with confusion clearly spilling forth both in words and mannerisms. “Under here, maybe... ?” she murmurs, fingers slipping beneath its rim; when nothing’s discovered there either, Sayaka turns it over completely to reveal nothing but ordinary fabric. “ ... Eh?”

[gavechances]

Do they still hurt? Honestly, physically no. They didn’t hurt at all. Mentally? Yeah, they still hurt and did so a lot more than he’d like them to. Of course, that was just the payment that came with being employed as a survivor, wasn’t it? You lived, you gained, you lost, and you got paid in body marring to constantly remind you of how much you battled.  Regardless of such a cynical aspect, he gives a shrug to her question, a small smile forcing itself against his lips. “ No, not at all. “ She’s only curious about them, and seems harmless enough, so he chooses to ignore her closure, not minding it as much as he would if she were armed. “ Hey, you’re fine. Don’t worry about it. If you’re wondering, they’re from fighting and falling a lot. Mostly falling. “

[aidoration-blog]

There’s definitely more to it than he’s letting on — but at the same time, she isn’t sure how much more would be alright to ask. Hence she offers a vague, “I see,” in response, followed by a nod. “That’s good.” And then she’s glancing off, leaving him a way out if he’s merely answering out of politeness. “There isn’t really much of that where I come from... fighting, that is. But I’ve met others here who’d done a lot of that back home too.” 

She stops there, fingers toying with the edge of her skirt. The occasional headline about a crazed fan showing up armed at a handshake event is the most exposure she’s had to violence ( short of dramatized promotional shorts and music videos, of course ); this person’s story admittedly interests her, though, hence the curiosity lingering in Sayaka’s eyes when she glances back up. “Ehehe. Mostly, I just have experience with the falling part too.”

[tinyfists]

@aidoration

“The feeling of falling in looove, and tomorrow’s weather… ♪” Honestly, it was rare to find Wendy singing to herself. But she was feeling nostalgic, missing a dear friend with whom she’d performed on stage with. It had been an incident that had taken all of her courage, to be an idol for such a short time, and yet she’d mustered it somehow. Of course, Wendy would never want a stranger to hear her sing.

…Well, she’d dropped the ball on this one.

“Y-Y-You didn’t hear that! That was the wind!” Even though you can control the wind too.

[aidoration-blog]

Anyone, let alone a once-renowned ( still, insists a voice in her head, still-renowned, always-renowned ) idol would’ve at least glanced up when melodic timbres floated their way; in Sayaka’s case, however, it’s enough to nudge her legs into motion such that she’s already halfway towards the other when the singing comes to a sudden halt.

“Eh? No — please, continue!” Features are pressed into an expression of mild confusion before she takes in the rest of the situation — of course, this is shyness at work. She laughs, a light tinkle, before flashing the warmest smile she can muster. “That sounded like a really cute song, I’d love to hear the rest of it!”

[headoverheartiisms-deactivated2]

      She had hit her and had hit her pretty hard, Fawn could tell. It was her fault for not watching where she was going when she was flying at such high speeds, so the little thing immediately felt sorry for making the girl fall.       Furiously wiping at her eyes, she lowered herself to a hover just above the girl’s head, her expression that of concern for the Clumsy girl as the raven-haired stared at her so intently. It was a little bit disconcerting, having that much attention on her, but she was slowly getting used to it.

      Just like she was getting used to that question.

      “Ever heard of something called a fairy ? That would be me.” she replied, hovering now at the girl’s eye level for just a second before- abruptly- she turned away, her attention fixed on the rest of the Clumsy’s body rather than just her eyes. “Are you hurt? I’m sorry– I wasn’t looking where I was flying. I should really know better by now.”       She darted to the girl’s hands, looking them over briefly before circling back to her head. Folded arms over her chest, the fairy pointed a finger at her briefly as she added as an afterthought: “You’ve got pixie dust all over you too. That’s my fault.”

[aidoration-blog]

Focused on the smaller girl’s ( is that the right word to use? ) physical appearance as she was, it takes the motion of hands to eyes for Sayaka to notice telltale signs of what may have been tears. Given their difference in size, however, it’s hard to tell — rather than jumping to any conclusions, she opts to remain silent on the matter, gaze lowering briefly. 

“A fairy,” she repeats, brows furrowing as the information is processed. Granted, it isn’t much of a surprise considering the vast assortment of species, let alone people, she’s seen here; hence she accepts the explanation with a nod, eyes flashing back upwards before a small nod is offered. “I have, but — you’re the first one I’ve seen in person. Where I come from, they’re the kinds of things you hear about in storybooks.”

She follows the fairy’s progress with her eyes, marvelling at how fast she darts around in comparison to the lumbering movements it takes to pull Sayaka herself back to her feet with a second nod. “I’m alright. It was just a bit startling, really... I’m sorry.” An awkward smile is managed ( strange, strange, has it always been this hard to talk to people? ), and once she’s standing, an apologetic bow is offered to the other. “I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going.” The ‘pixie dust’ is eyed with curiosity, a hand tentatively rising to brush it off — so this is the source of the sparkles she’d seen earlier. “It’s really pretty, though... this dust, that is.”

[headoverheartiisms-deactivated2]

@aidoration

      The Cultural sector was much nicer than the one next to it, and Fawn much preferred it over the Ghetto. It was nice to see all of the bright colors and different knick-knacks lying around in all the shop windows and even on the street vendors. Of course, Fawn still considered them all Lost Things. Lost Things that weren’t exactly being lost but, hey, that’s what they were always known to be back home.

      Rounding a bend, Fawn found herself face to face with the window of a clockwork shop, and immediately her first thought was of Tinkerbell, and how much she’d love to see how all of those weird Clumsy gadgets worked. A bad move. Fawn had tried not to think of Tinkerbell or Pixie Hollow or her friends and animals since she’d figured out she was stuck here. She was trying so hard and it was working for the longest time too but now– ?

      Spinning around, she flew away from the shop in a blind dash, not looking where she was going and not caring to know either. A shower of pixie dust scattered around herself and the person she’d crashed straight into when they collided, which at least jolted the fairy back into her surroundings.       “Sorry– I didn’t see you.”

[aidoration-blog]

She’s been feeling light-headed all day, as if something’s been forgotten, something left behind, something crucial ( to the foundation of her existence, even ) lost to the flow of time — but Sayaka just can’t put her thumb on what that something is. A walk to clear her head has been the cure of her own prescription, hence how she’s now out on the streets and gazing into window after window despite not really caring what lies behind. Preoccupied, distracted, looking where she’s going is far from a priority; more than anything else, she wonders since when there’d been this many people in the city.

Strange, how alone one can still feel in the midst of a crowd.

Feet carry the young girl to a quieter part of the district, but even there, the feeling hardly abates. Whether there’s anyone around or not, it’s still the same; no one really sees her, at least long enough to stop the gnawing discomfort in her stomach that’s beginning to make her feel nauseous. She’s resolved to turn back, to return to the safety of her room ( and then what? ), when out of nowhere — a spattering of sparkles, wings, wings? and the feeling of stone beneath her legs arrives sooner than the realization that she’s fallen.

“Ah... ” Still a bit stunned, she only stares, not rising yet, until a soft question emerges in place of an apology: “What are you... ?”

[shukusho-blog]

【 ⑉⑈⑇⑈ 】❝ I-I agree. There are definitely … a lot of … characters present today. To have some of Hope’s Peak’s students here, it … it does relieve some amount. ❞ He eyed about, the ways round his shoulders, his hands held tight as though he feared to lose them. ❝ I feel just … a little odd, though. This isn’t e-entirely my sort of … scene, I-I guess. ❞

     He manages a small smile for the gesture at his appearance, his head bowing in slight of his mood. ❝ Thank you … Sorry, I … I guess so. I-I’m trying to hold out. My employers are the ones hosting, so … it’d be impolite if I didn’t do my best tonight. It’s just … very hard. ❞

[aidoration-blog]

“But, you’ve already taken a step forward by coming here tonight — right?” Lips curve into a reassuring smile; she sees the nervous shifting of her classmate’s eyes and attributes it to Chihiro’s typical demeanour, which only calls for a further burst of warmth in her approach. “I’m sure that bit by bit, you’ll be able to get better at this kind of thing, Fujisaki-san. That’s something you want to do, right?” They’ve never discussed it outright, but call it intuition — after all, it’s a reasonable explanation for the determination she senses behind the shorter girl’s words.

“Ehehe, and there’s no need to apologize. But... ” There’s a curious note that enters her gaze at the mention of an employer, and it’s voiced in the question that follows: “Employer, you say? That’s right, we’ve barely had a chance to talk properly — where have you been working?”