Notched And Ready To Be Watched

Current Affiliation(s): Despair Station 13 (ALIVE)

[shslnowyouseeme]

All These Heavy Thoughts Will Try To Weigh You Down ♠ Ko Michi ♠ CH2 Motive

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

shslnowyouseeme:

There was a slight twitch of the mask as Ko smiled in amusement. “I would not say silent, but reserved is a good adjective.

"Quinn-san, yes?” he asked, leaning forward slightly and resting his elbow on the table beside him. “I assume you are brainstorming about the talent show. Is it possible I may be of assistance?”

“Haha! An intuitive one, you are.”

That..that isn’t even the proper use of that word.

“And yes, while I am in a tight spot with the brainstorming process at this time, it isn’t really something that can be assisted by an outsider. It’s more along the lines of having many ideas, and not particularly sure which one to go with.”

“Well that’s the price for being one as talented as myself. I assume you share a similar feeling, do you not?”

Well, not everyone is as determined to be praised as highly as you want to be Dex.

[shslnowyouseeme]

All These Heavy Thoughts Will Try To Weigh You Down ♠ Ko Michi ♠ CH2 Motive

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

shslnowyouseeme:

It had certainly been something alright.

He could hear the voices perfectly, see every detail like it was right in front of him.

Only an illusion, he’d tried to tell himself.

It was rather hard to listen above the noise of the memories.

Ko had trudged off as soon as they were free to go, and he was trying to collect his thoughts in the library. It was the perfect place for peace and quiet.

Well, almost perfect. He looked up from the table he was sitting at, having detected footsteps. The street magician glanced in the newcomer’s direction, unexpressive and silent.

“……..?”

Dexter had been wandering around lost in thought. He needed a quiet place to think, and logically, he ended up in the library. He didn’t notice someone else due to their silence, so he didn’t think twice about thinking out loud.

“...Hmmm, maybe...no, too generic...yet still captivating enough I suppose. Eh, I’ll think of somthin-”

“-Ghh!!”

It was only then that he had noticed Ko sitting there silently glaring at him. Well, possibly glaring, you can’t exactly see his face what with the mask and giant hat. Nevertheless, he was quite surprised by his presence, but qucikly (yet sloppily) tried to regain composure.

“W-Well now, it seems that I’ve caught the attention of the Silent Magician, haven’t I?”

Mhm. Butter smooth.

[shslshades-blog]

An Empire For You | Saruhiko | Prologue | Open

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

shslshades:

Wow, being on a space station coupled with the captain being a holographic anthropomorphic rabbit? Saruhiko’s life just got way more exciting! The blue-haired boy exited his pod and stretched a bit. Shaking off the grogginess of waking, he made his way over to snag a PDA.  He gave it a once-over, then made his way down to the dormitories to find his own.

Once he’d thoroughly examined his own room, he made his way back to mingle among his fellow students…. Alright, actually he went to the lounge and found a comfy place to recline. Can you blame him? Poor kid’s always doing photoshoots, he needs some time to himself!

Regardless. his attention was grabbed when someone entered the lounge. The lanky teen sat up in response, rubbing an eye and appraising the person who entered.

“Hey there.”

Dexter’s exploration had lead him to the lounge, somewhere he had expected to not find anyone, at least not while there was introductions to be had. But to his surprise, there was in fact someone all by their lonesome self. Well this outcome to this situation seems like an obvious one, doesn’t it?

“Well hello there fellow space explorer. Say, what are you doing all alone in here? Everyone’s having a grand old time back out in the hall.”

Something about this guy seemed a bit harder to impress, so it was necessary in Dexter’s mind to play up the joy slightly (even though that’s pretty much how he always acts without realizing it really).

[akitoyamamoto-blog]

Mission To The Deep Space

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

akitoyamamoto:

“Wow, pretty,” he whispered while looking at the station’s windows for a split second. Not that there weren’t things to look inside the station, of course.

The space was pretty, probably the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Of course, he was familiar with the stars, a night sky filled with sky was almost as beautiful as a field filled with flowers. Not that he was all that familiar with constelations’ names, but that wasn’t all that important, at least not at the moment. He was there to learn, more or less. Not to mention to work, kind of. He was looking forward to learn new things, meet new people. 

The space station was something right out of a science fiction movie. He knew that technology was probably going to be used to help people, too. Then again, simply learning more about the sky would those interested in the sky happier. And knowdlege is power and all that. There was even an AI! A rabbit Ai that introduced herself to the students. He should probably do the same, too. The composer was a bit nervous, but he was still going to try.

“Huh, hi,” he tried to smile the best he could, “This place is great, isn’t it?” eloquent. But he was being honest and enthusiastic, even if not particularly loud.

“Haha, quite! I must admit, I’m impressed by the technological advancements we’re in exposure of now. Far more complex than home for me.”

Dexter had noticed this student, a little nervous and seemingly wide-eyed about their newfound environment, this seemed like the perfect time for him to step in and capitalize on that curiosity.

“Oh, so, who might you be by the way?”

[shslgaming-blog]

head up in the stars [ming-hua | prologue | open starter;]

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

shslgaming:

The most logical thing to do in the start of a video game was to get yourself acquainted with your surroundings. 

Ming-hua went by this logic. As soon as they were dismissed by the AI named U.S.A.M.I., she left without approaching anyone else and headed straight to her room in the dormitories. She figured she would explore the rest of the Residency Ward after, as it was the only map - er, place, unlocked - er, available for them to explore. 

After checking her room, she stepped out, only to bump into something else immediately after. 

Ming-hua briefly flinched at the sudden physical contact, and quickly took a step back. She composed herself, straightening up and looking at the other student with a steady gaze. There was a moment of silence, in which she blankly stared at them.

“… My apologies.” 

Her tone was rather emotionless, and she appeared not to really care about the situation. At least, she didn’t appear to be annoyed or angry. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, as if she were daydreaming and completely unaware of what was going on. 

“… … …” 

She doesn’t make an effort to say anything more. If you want to talk to her, it looks like you’ll have to make the first move.

Dexter had finally moved on to checking out the rest of the station available to them. His first stop would be his own room (go figure). Unfortunately he didn’t have the smarts enough to grab his PDA, so he hadn’t a clue which room was his (also go figure). With this issue, he decided to just start from the back and work his way down. A not so efficient plan that would be interrupted before it even started when someone had exited their room as Dexter was passing by.

The two had bumped into each other, and Dexter had whipped himself back around thinking it was a possible threat. He and the girl had locked eyes for a silent moment until she had finally responded. Dexter then figured that this was just an accident, and with that, noticed her seemingly blank stare. Oh, this ought to be easy he thought, sure he’d be able to win over yet another soon to be admirer.

“Oh, no harm done. One such as I being accustomed to the bitter wilderness is more than capable of handling a mere shove.”

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

Shooting Star | Dexter | Prologue | OPEN

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

shsl-sharpdressedman:

“Oh! Okay! So you’re like Robin Hood, shooting the apple off the guy’s head…!” He might be mixing his metaphors, but it seems like he got the idea.

“Ah, well, if you wanna make your presence known, then yeah that’ll do it! As for me, I’m not sure why I’m wearin’ this thing… Just kinda woke up in it, I guess!”

He glanced down at his suit, fidgeting with the collar. “I mean I am the SHSL Suit Model so I guess the school wanted me to wear something to match before they shipped us up here… I don’t remember much about how that went down.”

“Aha, now the formal attire makes sense.”

“And why shouldn’t it? If that is your talent, it only makes sense to be wearing that. Otherwise, how would people recognize you? As the SHSL Suit Model I mean.”

You say that, but you aren’t exactly carrying around a bow and quiver at all times, are you Dexter?

[pscscholar]

Moon Halo - Prologue - Open

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

pscscholar:

“Oh yes! I must have blanked for a moment, I apologize. Snowdonia, a massive regional park in Northern Wales. Home to the largest mountain in Wales, Mt Snowden. Yes, I am fully aware of the geographical attributes of much of the planet.”

She blurts the information out in a robotic tone, reciting the words like she was reading them. A much grumpier disposition appears shortly after.

“Ah, but as far as I can tell, ‘Dexter Quinn’ still alludes me. I assume you’re just that forgettable. I am frankly very sorry.”

“Well that just doesn’t make any sense. How is it even possible to know of Snowdonia without even so much as a mention of the name ‘Quinn’. Bleh, those scholarly books of yours are in desperate need of an update from the sounds of it...hmm...”

“Well I guess I have no choice but to educate you myself...”

Uh oh, this may be a while. Whether this is a vengeful joke or he’s still unaware of Candela feigning ignorance, he will tell you his entire life story.

[strawberrymice]

Wild Blue Yonder || Mi || Prologue || Open

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

strawberrymice:

Mi jumped up out of their sleeper pod as quick as they could, which was a bit slowed by the extra effort they had to put into steadying themself before they jumped to the floor so they didn’t slip first thing. After safely getting on their own two feet, they congratulated themself, then rushed over to the window, pressing their face up to the glass as they both fogged it up and smudged it.

“Whoa!” They squished their nose up so they could get even closer. They muttered a few un-understandable things to themself as they splayed their fingers, causing even more streaks to pollute the view. “Red! Red red! Super red!!!!” They stuck their tongue out against the glass, then retracted it with a frown. “Does not taste like pizza sauce! 0/10!!!!” They crossed their arms with a bit of a pout, but not lasting long at all.

Mi ran over to the holo-bunny, and started running their hands all through the display, messing up the graphics, and laughing, with a few more nonsensical words in the middle. They even went so far as to jump straight through the projection, like it was some sort of sprinkler in a middle class parent’s lawn that they set up as a last ditch effort to get their kids to stop asking to go to the community pool.

Once satisfied with their AI form of entertainment, completely missing the message about the IDs, Mi rushed over to the nearest student and launched themself onto their fellow, with a huge grin. They didn’t say a word, but a few lines of drool dripped out of their mouth.

Dexter was waiting for a moment to introduce himself to another person on the station. Timing was a key thing for him. Unfortunately he wouldn’t have this luxury on this next one as they had sprung themselves right in front of him, something he wasn’t entirely prepared for. Well, he knew they were there but he didn’t expect them to lock on to him.

“Gh!...Um, hello there..”

He looked over this odd individual. He wasn’t entirely sure what to make of them. The drooling was giving off an animalistic quality that reminded him of the wildlife back at home, but, that didn’t seem quite right.

“...And...who are you suppose to be?”

A rather blunt and semi-rude statement for someone so articulate with their wording.

[pscscholar]

Moon Halo - Prologue - Open

[pscscholar]

“….no. None at all. I apologize mister…er…was it Henry Jin? It’s just too forgettable. Once again, I apologize.” She places an index finger and thumb on her temple, imitating a headache.

Candela, coming from a place that prides itself on the knowledge of everything important, finds it difficult to continue this charade. Difficult, if not for the completely entertaining reactions to be discovered by poking the right points of Dexter’s ego.

Careful, Quinn. Don’t become her human bop-it!

“Is Snowdonia even a real place….? It sounds fake…” Of course she knows where Snowdonia is. The context clue of ‘Wales’ gave it away. But she’d never admit that at this point. This is…too hilarious in her deceivingly crimson eyes.

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

“...”

Well that finally shut him up. Either she legitimately didn’t know him, or she was messing with him. And while the answer may be obvious to most, much like his talent, Dexter’s mind is very narrow.

“Hmph. I’m surprised a bookworm such as yourself even needs to ask that. OF course Snowdonia is a real place, it’s only one of the largest lands in all of North Wales.”

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

Shooting Star | Dexter | Prologue | OPEN

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

shsl-sharpdressedman:

“Ah, sorry, I thought since um, there was a magician! And another guy with a top hat and a cape who said he knew some magic tricks… I thought you were another one.” Was he mad at him? He hoped he wasn’t mad at him…

“Well what are ya then? You didn’t say!”

“Aha, my apologies. I have been titled as the SHSL Marksman.”

“As such, I have a natural talent of precision and aim. As for the cape, well, one such as I must have some way to make their presence known. Judging by that suit, you must be aware of that yourself, no?”

He asked for your talent, not your life story, Dexter.

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

Shooting Star | Dexter | Prologue | OPEN

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

shsl-sharpdressedman:

“I’m Sefu! Nice to meetcha Mister Quinn!”

“…‘United Kingdom’… That’s, like, in Europe, right?” He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I was gonna say that’s pretty far away, but everything’s pretty far away ‘cause we’re in space, and I said that already. Uh…”

He racked his brain for another icebreaker, and couldn’t help but notice the boy’s unusual garb. “Is that like… a cape? Are you another magician?”

“Haha, I can see from you’re attire you have an eye for appearances-”

“-wait did you say magician?”

...A magician....okay then. There’s probably some other assumptions that can be made about this guy from that question, but Dexter isn’t the type to make rude remarks.

“Is that really what I look like to you? ..Huh. Never thought about it like that, but I do suppose I could see the connection. But, no, a magician, I am not.”

[pscscholar]

Moon Halo - Prologue - Open

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

pscscholar:

“…I have no idea who you are.” Candela states with confidence. “I am a SHSL Scholar, given this title for my incredible mental archiving prowess, yet anything even relating to you eludes me.”  Candela is obviously lying. Yes, she knows who this Marksman is, but she refuses to feed the beast of his arrogance.

“Dexter Quinn….doesn’t seem to ‘ring any bells’ as they say. Sorry. I know who everybody else is on this station, but apparently not you.”

“Wait, what!?”

That wasn’t the response Dexter was banking on. If she was that intelligent, she would have certainly known who he was, right? Maybe she was just messing with him? If that was the case then his sudden reaction isn’t making him look very competent right now.

“I-I mean, come now, you’re memory must be mistaken. Surely you’ve heard tell of the sharpest eye in all of Wales. The son of the protectors of Snowdonia? There, that must have rang five bells in your head I’m sure.”

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

Shooting Star | Dexter | Prologue | OPEN

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

shsl-sharpdressedman:

“Huh… I guess the top of the world is pretty far away…” Sefu didn’t seem to realize that was an idiom he was using there, and scrunched his face in thought for a few moments, attempting to grasp the vast emptiness of space… He gave up pretty quickly.

“Hi! What’s your name?” He snapped back to reality and waved at the boy with a huge grin.

Finally, a response! Dexter is pleased to hear that, as he turns to see...like the only guy here that’s taller than him, just his luck. At least he doesn’t seem the type to let his stature go to his head, perfect for Dexter to make himself appear even more important.

“Aha, a wonderful question. I, myself, am Dexter Quinn, the keenest eye in all of the United Kingdom. And you are?”

Surprising that Dexter actually thought to ask the guy his name.

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

Shooting Star | Dexter | Prologue | OPEN

Well this was certainly a new situation for the marksman. Then again, this is a new situation for everyone, you know, space, but Dexter hardly ever went indoors back home, and now with outdoors being, well, instant death, it was time for Dexter to get to know his new environment. First, it would be best to meet up with some fellow students, or workers in this situation. After all, how could anyone here appreciate him if they didn’t even know him?

“Well, well, some say that Hope’s Peak students are on top of the world, but it appears I’ve even surpassed that, huh?”

He says this out loud to no one in particular, it doesn’t matter who to Dexter, just as long as someone heard him.

[pscscholar]

Moon Halo - Prologue - Open

[britisharrowofnarcissism]

pscscholar:

…

Ah, fresh artificial air. A childhood familiarity, an aspect of a long bygone echelon of the Scholar’s life. The premise of tired-and-true man-made photosynthesis techniques are put to use as Candela takes a much needed exhale after the ride up, exasperated from the journey beyond Earth’s atmosphere. 

Adjusting her hail as well, she takes in her surroundings, becoming acquainted with the artificial gravity, and joining the other students as the announcements by U.S.A.M.I. were made.

…”(a physical appearance to increase staff morale?…I cannot argue with statistics, I guess…)” And so, as the hologram disappears, the blonde heads over to the box noted and retrieves her handbook, quickly attempting to take it apart and inspect its contents. …Damn. It appears her long, painted nails will not be sufficient to discover what powers such a device. 

 As she toys with the electronic in her hand, footsteps approach her. With a swift turn of her right high-heel, Candela twirls around to greet the other student.

“Hello…are you are…?”

Someone was in a spot of self-trouble. Dexter looked around. He didn’t know anybody, and the fact that no one was approaching meant they didn’t know who he was either. How could that be!? This was an issue that needed to be addressed immediately. He looked around at each person one more time. He eventually focuses on one of them, a girl with her interest deadlocked on one of the handbooks. She looked like an intelligent person, admiration from them would only make his presence that much more known. He makes his way over to her, her attention suddenly on him, as he had expected. After all, he was much more important than some electronic doohickey.

“Haha, an admirer perhaps? Surely you recognize the man of unmatched precision, Dexter Quinn? Oh, of course you do, who wouldn’t?”

His arrogance is practically emanating of of that gaudy cape of his, but he sure has a presence, that’s for sure. (Whether it’s a good or bad one is up for interpretation.)