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rohan kishibe shsl mangaka academy of despair d: 2 - k: 1 - e: 0 room #200 x

[theshiningbun-blog]

Fortunately for Hibiki, two layers of clothes tend to lessen the burns — not that he would have reacted much anyway, he’s used to worse by now. However, he’s not looking forward to cleaning coffee out of a white coat though; maybe he shouldn’t wear white around Rohan, it seems to always get ruined one way or another.

Simply ignoring it, he takes a sip of his own coffee as the other speaks, lowering it with an apologetic nod. ”Ah…Right, right, sorry. Have you been getting a lot of visitors?" 

“I don’t plan on celebrating, no. As much as I like sweets, I don’t want to walk around making an idiot of myself in front of strangers when I can just buy bags of candy and keep it for myself." Maybe if some of his friends were around he would be more open to it, but that’s not the case as of right now. He takes a step in, shuffling out of the way so the other can close the door. "So if you’re up for it, learning would be nice!”

[destroyjosuke]

Well, good! Bleach will wash that right out, don't be a crybaby, you silly bun.  Regardless, the mangaka turned on his heel to let him in, and only then did a realization hit him. ... A pause.

"Heaven's Door."

With that, he turned to face Hibiki again, flipping through his pages and skimming for vital information. The ability to summon demons, and... dragon stream? A defensive move. Interesting... that would actually be good inspiration! The good news behind all of this, was that he read that this boy was no threat towards him.

"Think of it as security," he mumbled, closing the boy's book and heading back to his desk. "Come on in, Shining One. The amount of visitors today has been disgusting. I have nothing better to do, since I can't draw with all of this racket." What the hell did that even mean? Maybe he should've looked more... nah. Not today.

"I knew I picked a good friend in you, Hibiki. Your mind's in the right place, after all." A smug grin, before he seated himself at his desk. You can stand and watch. "So tell me... what are you up for learning?"

[theshiningbun-blog]

Unlike his previous visitors, this one isn’t due to the holiday — in fact, had it not been for the festive people around him, Hibiki would have completely forgotten! 

Rather than standing in costume with a sack of candy waiting to be filled, the shining one stares up at the artist with a slightly disturbed look, a cup of coffee in each hand.

“…Did you not want any today, sensei?”

It had nearly become part of his daily schedule to bring Rohan some whenever he got a cup for himself, so he never thought much of it — maybe he has been a bother and had no idea before now. 

[destroyjosuke]

... Oh. Thank God. Knowing Rohan, he probably gripped poor Hibiki's hand hard enough to spill some of the piping hot beverage onto his wrist. The mangaka paused, only reaching over and taking the unspilled drink. You can have the other one, Hibiki.

"Of course I want my coffee. Didn't I say every day? You need to make yourself more distinct from those brats begging for candy. Work on that."

A scoff, before he opened the door for Hibiki to enter. If he dared. "So do you want to learn anything today, or are you going to go celebrate like a fucking tool? There's nothing to celebrate on this island, holidays like this are only a distraction. I hope your mind's not dull enough to fall for it."

Well, Hibiki, he's not really giving you an option, now is he?

[destroyjosuke]

He was getting tired of it. The constant cheer, the constant knocking on his door, just so these cretins could beg for candy. He hated this holiday, he hated nearly every aspect of it, and he especially hated that it woke him when he was trying to rest.

Due to the growing irritation that would stem from the mangaka, the next person to knock on Room 200's door would be greeted by one Rohan Kishibe peering through a barely cracked door, a cold hand reaching out to grip at the stranger's wrist.

"What do you want...?" A pause, but not long enough to leave room for an answer. This Grinch wouldn't allow excuses for this shitty behavior...

"Get out."

[dy-amethyst-deactivated20151225]

by やま

[genjatta-deactivated20201103]

Rohan Kishibe (Rohan At The Louvre)

[destroyjosuke]

Passing within a moments notice, with no prior warning, Rohan's rest was an empty one. Waking up would be the same, an empty feeling through each aspect of his being. An empty mind, and empty stomach, and empty veins... all of which would sting at him, these empty feelings quickly being replaced with a feeling of unbearable pain.

He had forgotten how horrible it felt.

As he made the attempt to rise, a pained groan would rip from his form, shaking fingers gripping at the white sheets of his cot. To skip meals for just a few days, and this had happened... why? It wasn't a practice he was new to, but...

The mangaka drew in a deep breath, making a weak reach for his nightstand. Painkillers, water... anything...

"... ... ughh..."

[destroyjosuke]

Rohan Kishibe was a man dedicated to his trade, his art was the one thing in this world that meant more to him than anything else. He had started off at a mere age sixteen, rushing to the forefront of the manga industry by the age of twenty. For those four years, he had thought, I want to spend the rest of my life doing this.

So wasn't it fitting that he died in a room, dedicated to art?

It wasn't often students found their way to the art room of the old academy, but if they did, a peculiar sight would meet their eyes if they were brave enough to wander to the art room. Among a scattered mess of supplies, resting in a pile of spilled ink, was the corpse of one Rohan Kishibe.

It was quite peaceful, in a sense. In a perfect world, it was just him, and his art.

[theshiningbun-blog]

Looks interesting enough — and there’s ‘Rohan Kishibe’ right on the cover. The younger boy isn’t quite sure what to expect of this, but he can’t help but feel a bit happy to read something the other seems so proud of.

Here it goes. Opening the book with a mumble of, “Oh thank god, it’s in Japanese," mostly directed to himself, his eyes scan over the first few pages and… In his excitement, raises his voice from it’s gentle tone, looking up to the elder.

“Holy crap, you drew this?" 

“It’s beautiful! I love your style!”

Well Rohan, looks like you’ve got yourself a little fanboy. He’s immediately looking back to continue flipping through the pages, careful not to bend them. ”How many volumes are out so far?”

[destroyjosuke]

"Of course it's in Japanese. Did you think it'd be in English? I don't release my works to American readers. They're too dull to understand my art." It's true. From the day he started publishing Pink Dark Boy, he'd been rather intense on the idea that the only people who could see his work would be the people who could understand it. It would be useless if people just looked at it for the pretty pictures or whatever.

A 'tch' left him at the thought alone, before he blinked. ... No way. He was a fan already? It wasn't long after those words left Hibiki's mouth that a wide grin would spread across Rohan's. "Of course. I wouldn't publish something anything less than the highest quality." Seeing his work being admired, with such respect...

"Well... Right now, there's only 17 released, though I have the work for about 20 volumes done... being stuck here has impaired my ability to release anything new, you see? I'd like to find some way to publish books on this island, though it's not on my highest list of priorities..."

[destroyjosuke]

A familiar presence. Could it be...?

[goldexperienced]

{ to; rohan } — ★ ѕιℓнσυєттєѕ σƒ тнє ραѕт

[goldexperienced]

                          ——— ★ ★ ★

Quiet, observant, calculating. He’d never enjoyed direct confrontation; even with his Stand, he vastly preferred to slip between the cracks and soak in all the variables before he roared into action. There was a reason he was the Super High School Level Mafia Boss. From his throne, he pulled the strings behind the curtains. Here, he stood center-stage, the metaphorical heat of the spotlight eminating from this ‘Rohan Kishibe’ and his damnable Heaven’s Door.

"I’m afraid I’ve never heard of you until now." Spoken bluntly, matter-of-factly. Not an insult, just the simple truth. Giorno had always favored the heavier material as opposed to the manga, in any case. "I would introduce myself, but you’ve squirreled that respect, it seems." The change in his voice through the entirety of this encounter was fluid; from shocked, to cold, to distant and formal, there was no way of marking exactly when his tone and mannerisms shifted. "Forgive me for being reluctant to speak. I’m under the impression you know more about me than you let on, and I’d hate for you to endure needless repetition. That would be an insult to both our intelligence."

The other had backed away, crossing his arms in a gesture of pacification. Giorno, however, stood rigidly against Rohan, hands at his sides as if still on-guard. In the man’s own words— a safety measure. At the very least, he no longer perceived the mangaka as an immediate threat. But here of all places, one could never be too careful. "So… you murdered someone and won." Spoken dryly, a guise for the utter disgust the mere thought brought him. "That’s the rule of this place, right…?"

If only he had Gold Experience, then he could afford to express his sudden and violent disapproval of his interrogator. But he held his tongue the best he could; bold words that he couldn’t back up weren’t worth any potential repercussions. “I haven’t earned that right myself, if that’s what you’re asking… I don’t ever intend to. I prefer to rely on these ‘shitty potions’ while they last.” A pause. “I don’t know if they’re truly ‘artificial manifestations’, but they work fine, and they don’t come at the needless price of others’ lives.”

                          ——— ★ ★ ★

[destroyjosuke]

This encounter, to be honest, was a dance of calculation. He had already revealed the nature of his Stand to the boy, and got a glimpse of the way his Stand worked in return. In all honesty, from what he saw, he'd like to stay far, far away from Giorno when he got his Stand back, especially after how he's treated the boy tonight.

Oh, well.

"You haven't? That's a shame. You're Italian, right? I guess my manga hasn't reached that far, yet. I'll have to talk to my publishers about that once we get out - if we get out. You realize that we may never see home again, right? So what do you do, when you're trapped here for the rest of your days, trapped in a world where the person who shares your bedroom could be likely to kill you...? I'll tell you what you do, since you wear that look of disgust on your face... It's towards my actions, right?"

A scoff. So he was one of those who upheld the lives of others. That seemed comical, coming from the one who called himself a mafia boss between the two of them. Maybe stereotypes were wrong, after all.

"You gain allies. People who will be on your side in hard times. And then what do you do? You gain whatever means to protect yourself. For someone as frail as I... that would be using my allies to my advantage, right? Planning the perfect murder and winning the trial. That gave me my Stand - something I would be dead without. But you say, that this is a waste of innocent lives... that's a lie. It's no waste. With these abilities back, I can protect much more than I could before, don't you see? There's no good and evil on this island. There's only survival."

He would glance down at Giorno, his grin fading into a look of disgust. Don't worry, Giorno, he's not particularly disgusted by you, that's just how he looks at the world. This world that the students have been so quick to separate into good and evil when the truth of the matter was, there was no such thing.

"But... I'm just a crazy murderer, right...? I'd like to see how long someone like you will last after those potions go out of stock, Giorno Giovanna."

[tendiademsart]

actual trash boyfriendo

[remodelingdespair-deactivated20]

By the time she had grown bored, what was once the corpse of some girl was now an unidentifiable pulp of rotting meat soaked in blood. Junko herself was splattered with crimson at each impact of her heeled boot. With a sigh of contentment, she sat in the pool of the deceased young woman’s blood and giggled to herself happily.

How would anyone react to such a sight before them? Would they think her the culprit? Ah, she was hopeful. There were few things more satisfying than leading someone to their death with a simple nudge, so to speak. “Things are getting much more fun around here, don’t you agree?” She addressed the mess of dead flesh before giggling even louder. “Dead silent, huh? Upupupupu!”

[destroyjosuke]

Well, that's new. He'll give her credit for that.

What he had expected to be a simple meal-grab was now a crime scene. Funny how things worked around here. And by funny, he meant convenient. With a hum, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and taking a picture of the scene. Perfect. That'd be great for his manga.

"Not really, no. Thanks for the reference, though."

And with that, he'd be on his way. Bye, bitch.

[v-it]

[remodelingdespair-deactivated20]

Destroyer of Hope | OPEN

[remodelingdespair-deactivated20]

The girl smirked at him. “My family sure is dead! I killed them myself, after all. I just said as much— you’re a bad listener!” Ah, but it did sting. She could feel the sadness and despair of those memories well up inside of her; it was simply sublime. "Ah, ah, so you’re selfish or only care for material possessions? How ignoble of you!" If anything, that made things easier for her. It was quite hard to threaten a family that was probably dead, although she had gotten rather creative in the past. With a sigh, she leaned against the wall next to the front gate and examined her nails. Her expression seemed rather bored. "And that means you’re quite a simple man, honestly. All you’re doing is compensating for something, like all men seem to do. Tell me, is it your small cock that makes you feel insecure? Upupupu~"

It was unbelievable to her that he took her sarcasm as manners. Thick skull on this one. “No, I think ‘nii-chan’ suits you better. What do you think, nii-chan~?” Regardless of his answer, she would probably ignore it. “Oh! Are you a Super High School Level, by any chance?” Junko snorted derisively. “You seem like a reserve student to me. Worthless!”

[destroyjosuke]

"I know. You told me. God, are you that excited to rub it in? Go to therapy."

If anything, at this point, he was getting irritated. He had come here for a specific purpose, and this brat was just getting in the way. It was in his luck, however, that her stunt and vanishing act gave him a clear vantage towards the school's entrance, and so he would begin to walk towards those rusted doors. The aura itself was enough to entice the mangaka, before he paused at this girl's wretched voice.

If there were some things he couldn't ignore...

"Listen, amateur. I'll have you know that I don't give a shit about material possessions, they're simply a bonus that comes with my success. I'm not out for material gain at all. The only thing that matters to me, Rohan Kishibe, in this world is my manga." A roll of his eyes. "Please. My title is Super High School Level Mangaka."

He let out a huff, turning on his heel once more. "Have a nice day, let's hope someone doesn't get pissed at you enough to murder you, hm? Actually... that might not be so bad."

[phoeny]

▼licorn▲

[theshiningbun-blog]

“Ah, sorry!" And he’s scrambling to his feet after taking his hand, quick to calm again. His hands drop to his sides for only a moment before motioning for the other to go ahead.  "I’m pretty new here and don’t quite know my way around, so if you could lead the way there…”

Meeting this Rohan’s introduction with a bright smile, he nods again — “Of course. I’m Hibiki Kuze, It’s nice to meet you, Kishibe-sensei!" And he’s shoving his hands in his pockets, making a mental note to wash his jacket later as he awaits the artist’s directions.

[destroyjosuke]

Damn, he almost felt bad for stepping on this nice kid like he had. As soon as the word sensei reached his ears, it was almost like a switch flipped inside the mangaka, and he would wear a bright grin as he put a hand on Hibiki's back, already leading him towards the direction of the island's library.

"Hibiki, I like you!" That is not a good thing. "The library's over here, we'll get the first few volumes of Pink Dark Boy checked out for you, right?" Thankfully, it wasn't long before they were at said library, Rohan still doing well to shove the poor boy inside and towards the manga section. Brows knit, the elder would lean down, scanning the shelves.

"Any self-respecting library should have it," he muttered to himself, before he paused with a small 'ah!'. A proud hum, and he would turn to face the younger, presenting him with Pink Dark Boy, Volume 1. "Hm? What are you doing? Go on, take a look!"

[theshiningbun-blog]

He’s still for a moment, as if checking to make sure it’s okay that he move, and then presses himself up to sit, shaking out his hair in a manner similar to a wet dog to rid it of dust gathered from the ground. 

Blue eyes raise to settle on the other’s face again now, anxiety slowly fading as its replaced with curiosity. Hibiki gives a small nod, silent as he listens to the explanation.

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you. I love reading."  It seems like forever since he last got to sit down and read something fun, and an action manga feels like a good way to get back into that.

[destroyjosuke]

Well. Looks like this kid has proven himself. With a smug 'hmph', Rohan would reach down, holding out his hand for the boy to take. Truly incredible how the mangaka's treatment of the poor kid would sway the moment he said he was interested in his manga.

"What are you doing? Get up, don't be so lazy." Or not. You were so close. His free hand would be dedicated in closing his sketchbook and shoving it back into the bag strapped over his shoulder. "We're going to the library." Note how there was literally no option given. Thanks.

"I guess I should introduce myself. My name's Rohan Kishibe. You'll do well to remember it, yeah?"