Monster Idle

Sebastian Graham SHSL Bomb Manufacturer // "How beautiful it is, to see al things God created crumbling and turning to dust by itself."

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian couldn’t help but let his head fall on the table, hearing the familiar voice coming from the door. A light chuckle escaped from his lips, as he prepared for the upcoming speech. The manufacturer deduced that Edgaras watched (or heard) the fight, because the only apparent bruise was on his left cheek, a tiny little cut. And, well, some droplets of blood on the ground.

“I know, right? It’s a record for someone like me.”

The male’s tone was the same: Sarcastic, acid and a slightly sassy. Finally, his head slowly rose up, mismatch eyes meeting Edgara’s. Of course, the change of tone was not ignored completely, he noticed it quite easily, actually. You got to, for someone with Sebastian’s career, notice those changes, as minor as they were.

“It was necessary, the boy started to get sassy. You know that the only sassy person allowed around here is me.” - A small sigh escaped his lips. - “Other than that: Thank you, mother.”

[chromaticallymonochrome]

The scientist inhaled deeply, closing his eyes: a slight tint of disappointment in his face.

-”I am not your mother, mister Graham. Did the little one hit you in the temple or something?”

He, really, really needs to train his sarcasm; Sighing again, he watched as the other laid his head onto to table by his side, remaining static by the door. His eyes drifting momentarily to the droplets of blood on the floor.

Taking a step forward, he placed his feet on top of one of the tints of crimson, smudging it against the whitish marble-like tiles of the floor, mixing it with the various layers of dust and general thin crusts of fungi staggered by the room; Glancing back at the bomb manufacturer, he took another couple of steps, stopping by the desk he laid his head upon.

-”I’m not here to judge your ways, mister Graham, and our previous endeavours foretell that I’m not going to be able to change your mind about it either way – so, as usual, I’ll be watching. Just avoid murdering someone, if you will.”

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian opened his mouth to reply, but stopped in the middle of the way and frowned. Nothing yelled confusion more than his current expression, a considerable amount of seconds passing before he finally realised what happened.

“Edgaras, I’m afraid you might have to train your sarcasm abilities just a little bit more.”

Using one of his legs, the gray haired male reclined the chair a little bit, crossing his arms in a way that almost mimicked Edgaras’. The difference, of course, was in the fact that Sebastian appeared to be unable to understand how a single fight could escalate to a colossal problem in a place like the one they are.

“I’m glad we had that sorted out, but I didn’t plan to murder the kid. If you paid attention to my words, most of them were actually non-lethal torture methods. Not to mention that, in this particular moment, I’d be satisfied with just a few broken bones.”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

The bomb manufacturer was quite gone from the views of others, at least in the past few days. It appeared that before the care bear reject gave the game rules, Sebastian decided to stay away from everyone. Only one person saw him since the game’s announcement, so it’s a bit surprising for him to be suddenly back.

It was already late at night, about 1am, when he resurfaced. The male appeared to have the same expression from all times, whistling carelessly while walking to the cafeteria. If anything changed, it was the fact that he seemed more determined than ever. Fearless would be a better word, actually.

Sebastian sat down in one of the cafeteria’s tables, a box of Snickers resting in front of him, a book held in his left hand, a bar of chocolate (probably taken from the box) in his right one, and a knife resting in his lap. A big, big fucking knife.

A light smirk formed on his lips, letting the chocolate bar in the table, and grabbing the knife. He could hear someone coming quite easily.

“I heard you. Why are you still awake?”

[chromaticallymonochrome]

The scientist remained leaned against the wall directly next to the door to the cafeteria, listening to the sounds of punches, kicks, and once or twice the sound of something breaking. May that be a desk or bone, there’s no way to know; As the masked one stepped out of the room, remaining unaware of the white haired one, camouflaged by the shadowy atmosphere of his surroundings, he took a step forwards. Sighing in disapproval as in the distance, a droplet of blood left the animator’s face onto the floor.

A moment or so after, he stepped into the room, leaning onto the wall by the door again, closing it behind him; He glanced at the bomb manufacturer, he inhaled deeply, trying to contain his disappointment hidden behind the static, lifeless expression.

-”Congratulations, mister Graham.”

He glanced the other’s eyes, with a piercing look.

-”Earth didn’t conclude a single full rotation before you dropped the first droplet of blood. My most sincere congratulations.”

While those words left his lips, it was clear that his tone was different; He wasn’t intimidating him – however he clearly wasn’t sincere. It’s unfamiliar to most, perhaps not to manufacturer. It wasn’t as lifeless, it had tints of insanely complicated mixtures of these unidentifiable assets, however it did still transmit that disinterest – that at this point seemed firmly stuck to his being; He kept the look, arms folded, raising an eyebrow.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian couldn’t help but let his head fall on the table, hearing the familiar voice coming from the door. A light chuckle escaped from his lips, as he prepared for the upcoming speech. The manufacturer deduced that Edgaras watched (or heard) the fight, because the only apparent bruise was on his left cheek, a tiny little cut. And, well, some droplets of blood on the ground.

“I know, right? It’s a record for someone like me.”

The male’s tone was the same: Sarcastic, acid and a slightly sassy. Finally, his head slowly rose up, mismatch eyes meeting Edgara’s. Of course, the change of tone was not ignored completely, he noticed it quite easily, actually. You got to, for someone with Sebastian’s career, notice those changes, as minor as they were.

“It was necessary, the boy started to get sassy. You know that the only sassy person allowed around here is me.” - A small sigh escaped his lips. - “Other than that: Thank you, mother.”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian ignored the other’s remark, carefully dropping the knife back on his lap. From this distance, he’d be able to pick it up and throw it at the other’s mouth, if it gets to that point. 

Now, he barely even looked to the other, but frowned quite visibly with the… Mask. It was not unusual for him to strange out some of the japanese habits, but that kind of mask was definitely something knew. Wait… Sebastian looked to her again, lifting one eyebrow, a light sign of surprise in his eyes, followed to a laugh. A maniacal laugh. The male definitely knows who that one is.

“Sekai Amaterasu. I know that name.” - His short outburst ceased quickly, turning his expression into a more… Entertained one. - “Well then, be my guest. I promise I won’t stab you. Since it’s not everyday I meet a self-proclaimed goddess, I allow you to get some of my sweets. If you do enjoy them, of course.”

[shsl-messiah]

Oh? That wasn’t something the woman was actually expecting to see there. After so many of those pitiful kids proving themselves to be greatly iliterate in the ways of the great cult of The Eye of God, there was someone there who actually knows her cult! Finally! The reaction, of course, was an also maniacal laugh from the female, cocking her had back, sitting before the large male.

“I do enjoy Snickers. You have my thanks, mister.” Her tone was the one of a very kind person, although it was clear there was an intense evilness lying behind it. Slowly, the hands of the cult leader got inside the box and took one of the sweets from it. “Precisely… Sekai Amaterasu, the Oyashiro and the Goddess herself. It seems someone around has some good knowledge then… Someone who seems to appreciate a good spice of violence just as much as I do. You are an interesting man, that is for sure. What is your name, tall one?”

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

If that’s the case, Sekai wouldn’t be disappointed with Sebastian. His knowing about the cult’s philosophy was not quite complete but, as every high tier criminal, he had the knowing of every powerful organisation in the whereabouts. Luckily, he didn’t knew too much about inside of The Eye of God. Not that he’s letting Sekai know that, of course.

If the other’s laughter made Sebastian feel any other emotion than amusement, it was not shown. His eyes just accompanied the other’s slow gestures, while mentally asking himself how the fuck she was able to see with that mask. Irrelevant.

“Snickers are not the healthiest choice of food, but I am allowed to break my diet when I’m inside of an asylum, with a care bear reject.” - After her, Sebastian grabbed another chocolate. - “Unfortunately, I’m a nonbeliever, but that doesn’t diminishes your deeds. You do have quite the number of followers, I must say. Goddess or not, your power might resemble that of one, someday.”

A small chuckle escaped his lips with her comment, as Sebastian took a bit of the sweet. Was it that evident his pleasure in violence?

“Knowledge is something necessary if you don’t want to be an empty sack of manipulative material. My name is Sebastian Graham, and I am the bomb manufacturer. Not a god, but heard some begging to me as if.”

[shsl-messiah]

Even though being locked in an asylum by some kind of black-and-white zombie bear was something quite distressed for some people, that wasn’t the emotion Sekai was getting out of it. Rather, the woman in white had a very different view on that.

“It isn’t that bad to be held captive by such a dastardly creature. After all, we can by profit of it by having the best seats to watch the spectacle of human misery.”

And of course she had already made sure some misery was going to happen by making a little animator went nuts. Like Sebastian said, knowledge is necessary if you don’t want to be a sack of manipulative material, what she had indeed found in abundance throughout her like. In a unrelated note, the chocolate was delicious, Snickers was really an invention of God.

“Pleased to meet you, Sebastian Graham. It really does seem I was right on my judgment about you: you certainly know the taste of how it is to be a god… Because when you have tje life of pleading fool in your hand and you can decide whether to spare them or dispose of them, you feel the power filling you as they scream in agony for the last times.”

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Total honesty, Sebastian didn’t really care about it too. Being held inside of an asylum where most of the people around might or might not kill you sounded just like another week at work, for him. What bothers the male is something else.

“Mistress, I was once a hitman. I watched the spectacle of human misery every time that I infiltrated some criminal organisation. All they need is a few lies as an apology to self destruct. I don’t need a batty hellspawn present dictating rules for that.”

The manufacturer’s hobby isn’t actually manipulating people, just creating chaos with minor incidents, escalating them quickly to a ridiculously big one as soon as possible. Don’t get me wrong: Manipulating people is also on his list of sinful deeds, but it’s minor in comparison to the others. Complimenting the unrelated note, indeed it is. Nothing lightens Sebastian’s mood better than a bar of snickers.

“The pleasure is mutual, but I think I’d be only be interested in being a god, if it was similar to that deity...” - Sebastian taps him chin, trying to remember something, and soon snaps his finger. - “Eris. Other than that, I’m satisfied giving false hopes to dying people.”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

The bomb manufacturer was quite gone from the views of others, at least in the past few days. It appeared that before the care bear reject gave the game rules, Sebastian decided to stay away from everyone. Only one person saw him since the game’s announcement, so it’s a bit surprising for him to be suddenly back.

It was already late at night, about 1am, when he resurfaced. The male appeared to have the same expression from all times, whistling carelessly while walking to the cafeteria. If anything changed, it was the fact that he seemed more determined than ever. Fearless would be a better word, actually.

Sebastian sat down in one of the cafeteria’s tables, a box of Snickers resting in front of him, a book held in his left hand, a bar of chocolate (probably taken from the box) in his right one, and a knife resting in his lap. A big, big fucking knife.

A light smirk formed on his lips, letting the chocolate bar in the table, and grabbing the knife. He could hear someone coming quite easily.

“I heard you. Why are you still awake?”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

It’s a cafeteria, why else would one be awake at 1 am in the cafeteria?

“That’s amazing, I didn’t even say anything” Naoki looked at the box, whatever they were…they looked tasty. “Why am I awake? this….in the cafeteria? gee I wonder why..” Naoki couldn’t hide the sarcasm in his response.

“I wanted an omelette” 

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

A small unpleasant noise escaped Sebastian’s lips, but not without him glancing at the other with a look full of hatred. There was something wrong about this kid, since the last time they talked.

“Be careful with your answers, or you might lose your tongue and not be able to say them out loud anymore.” - It’s hard to say if that’s sarcasm or… A threat. Probably the last one, though. 

“Omelette at 1am. What a lovely desire.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

“If I lose my tongue….I’d just write you angry notes bomb boy” Naoki smirked and took out the toy grenade, removing the pin he rolled it over to him. It exploded and covered Sebastian in confetti. “Now you’re much more colorful” Naoki laughed and looked around for omelette ingredients.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian didn’t move when he saw the grenade rolling in his direction, recognizing it quite immediately. The confetti was expected, and a light laugh escaped his lips, finally his usual moonstruck grin coming back. He blew the confettis away from the chocolate bar, giving it one last bite and placing the knife back on his belt before getting up.

“Kids these days are contemplating suicide by the weirdest ways, and so early…”

In a blink, the manufacturer charged in the other’s direction, throwing a full force punch in his right eye, and pushing the Naoki to the ground with his feet.

“You didn’t look to be like that, orphan boy. Didn’t your dad teach you some respect? Oh, yeah, your dad died. And you think you’re showing respect with that ridiculous mask attached to your face.” - Sebastian laughed. A malefic, full of excitement laugh. - “Who made you turn into an asshole? Don’t tell me it was the care bear reject. I wouldn’t be surprised if such a small thing made someone as ridiculous as you get crazy, though.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Naoki hit the ground with a thud, the mask slid away out of arms reach, his right eye was throbbing in pain. “N-Nice punch…” He stood back up slowly. “My dad’s not dead, I just said I’ve never met him” Naoki felt his right eye, it was starting to swell. “Who made me this way? I decided to change…I’ve always pushed away the bad actions, heh…” He walked over to table Sebastian sat at and took a chocolate bar, ignoring his mask on the floor.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Definitely, there was something wrong about that mask kid. Sebastian stood still while the other stood up, clenching his teeth when he went to where he was previously. The bomb manufacturer was controlling himself hard not to stab Naoki a few times.

“Oh? Okay, in that case I kind pity him. It must be hard be alive knowing that your son is… This. A ridiculous boy who won’t even return a punch, trying to act cool.” - Sebastian picked up the mask from the ground, walking towards the animator. - “You decided to change? Like you have the power to do that alone, weakling.”

A mischievous smile took place in the manufacturer’s expression, eyes gleaming with what could only be recognized as sadism. Sebastian extended the mask slowly.

“Want this back? Or shall I just crush it like I did to your face? Maybe I can beat you up with your mask, how does that sound? Or maybe I’ll keep it to myself, burn to get myself warm in winter… Y’know.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Naoki blinked his left eye before taking out a pill bottle and taking two pills. “….” He swiped his mask back from the other. “I am many things, maybe I decided not to be a doormat anymore?” He lightly punched Sebastian’s face a few times before full out punching his nose.

“Heh..” He was trying desperately to ignore the pain coming from his eye.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian was going to answer the animator, but the punching actually caught him in surprise. His nose probably lightly got out of place, since he felt a considerate amount of discomfort with the other’s punch, but instead of showing any sign of being bothered… The manufacturer’s smile grew wider, a sonorous laughter escaping his lips. 

“Well now we’re talking, my friend!”

With a swift motion, Sebastian quickly motioned his right leg in Naoki’s direction, hitting the side of their stomach with his shin. 

“Prepare to get quite the beating, though, I don’t go easy on my prey.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Friend? Prey? Before having much of a chance to react Naoki was kicked in the side, the sudden kick knocked him off his balance and he landed on the ground again. Twice in a short time, what a record.

“….” Naoki moved his leg and leg swept Sebastian.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

The leg swept was… A bit successful. The manufacturer did start to fall, but managed to roll away from the animator and absorb the fall. Again, laughter erupted from his throat, getting up quickly from the ground.

“Already had enough, mask boy? Maybe I could crush all your ribs? Rip off these hands, so you can never work again? Oh, I could burn these pills of yours! Cut your achilles tendon, take your tongue away, pluck these eyeballs out of a rusty spoon, push your head inside of a garbage disposal unit, stick your beloved pens inside of your ears, torture you psychologically… Oh, the options~~~~~”

Sebastian’s voice tone was full of poison, malicious, with a ridiculous amount of evil behind it. Not like he’s trying to hide it. Even though, he stepped away, sitting down on his chair and leaving the boy on the ground, still laughing.

“But for now, kid, you live. Be thankful to Sebastian, the one who spared your miserable life. Unless you wanna keep fighting?”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Naoki remained sitting on the ground in pain. “No…I stand no chance against torture, I won’t continue fighting” he waved his arm in defeat and laid on cold floor, he looked at the chocolate bar he swiped. Snickers? Weird

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Luckily, Sebastian was already done beating up the poor boy. Never again Naoki is gonna walk in peace in these corridors, as long as Sebastian is alive, but for now let him recover from the beating.

“Good thing that you’re at least prudent. That doesn’t make me less determined to turn your life into a living hell if you ever bother me, Edgaras or Clara again. Capiche?”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian ignored the other’s remark, carefully dropping the knife back on his lap. From this distance, he’d be able to pick it up and throw it at the other’s mouth, if it gets to that point. 

Now, he barely even looked to the other, but frowned quite visibly with the… Mask. It was not unusual for him to strange out some of the japanese habits, but that kind of mask was definitely something knew. Wait… Sebastian looked to her again, lifting one eyebrow, a light sign of surprise in his eyes, followed to a laugh. A maniacal laugh. The male definitely knows who that one is.

“Sekai Amaterasu. I know that name.” - His short outburst ceased quickly, turning his expression into a more… Entertained one. - “Well then, be my guest. I promise I won’t stab you. Since it’s not everyday I meet a self-proclaimed goddess, I allow you to get some of my sweets. If you do enjoy them, of course.”

[shsl-messiah]

Oh? That wasn’t something the woman was actually expecting to see there. After so many of those pitiful kids proving themselves to be greatly iliterate in the ways of the great cult of The Eye of God, there was someone there who actually knows her cult! Finally! The reaction, of course, was an also maniacal laugh from the female, cocking her had back, sitting before the large male.

“I do enjoy Snickers. You have my thanks, mister.” Her tone was the one of a very kind person, although it was clear there was an intense evilness lying behind it. Slowly, the hands of the cult leader got inside the box and took one of the sweets from it. “Precisely… Sekai Amaterasu, the Oyashiro and the Goddess herself. It seems someone around has some good knowledge then… Someone who seems to appreciate a good spice of violence just as much as I do. You are an interesting man, that is for sure. What is your name, tall one?”

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

If that’s the case, Sekai wouldn’t be disappointed with Sebastian. His knowing about the cult’s philosophy was not quite complete but, as every high tier criminal, he had the knowing of every powerful organisation in the whereabouts. Luckily, he didn’t knew too much about inside of The Eye of God. Not that he’s letting Sekai know that, of course.

If the other’s laughter made Sebastian feel any other emotion than amusement, it was not shown. His eyes just accompanied the other’s slow gestures, while mentally asking himself how the fuck she was able to see with that mask. Irrelevant.

“Snickers are not the healthiest choice of food, but I am allowed to break my diet when I’m inside of an asylum, with a care bear reject.” - After her, Sebastian grabbed another chocolate. - “Unfortunately, I’m a nonbeliever, but that doesn’t diminishes your deeds. You do have quite the number of followers, I must say. Goddess or not, your power might resemble that of one, someday.”

A small chuckle escaped his lips with her comment, as Sebastian took a bit of the sweet. Was it that evident his pleasure in violence?

“Knowledge is something necessary if you don’t want to be an empty sack of manipulative material. My name is Sebastian Graham, and I am the bomb manufacturer. Not a god, but heard some begging to me as if.”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

The bomb manufacturer was quite gone from the views of others, at least in the past few days. It appeared that before the care bear reject gave the game rules, Sebastian decided to stay away from everyone. Only one person saw him since the game’s announcement, so it’s a bit surprising for him to be suddenly back.

It was already late at night, about 1am, when he resurfaced. The male appeared to have the same expression from all times, whistling carelessly while walking to the cafeteria. If anything changed, it was the fact that he seemed more determined than ever. Fearless would be a better word, actually.

Sebastian sat down in one of the cafeteria’s tables, a box of Snickers resting in front of him, a book held in his left hand, a bar of chocolate (probably taken from the box) in his right one, and a knife resting in his lap. A big, big fucking knife.

A light smirk formed on his lips, letting the chocolate bar in the table, and grabbing the knife. He could hear someone coming quite easily.

“I heard you. Why are you still awake?”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

It’s a cafeteria, why else would one be awake at 1 am in the cafeteria?

“That’s amazing, I didn’t even say anything” Naoki looked at the box, whatever they were…they looked tasty. “Why am I awake? this….in the cafeteria? gee I wonder why..” Naoki couldn’t hide the sarcasm in his response.

“I wanted an omelette” 

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

A small unpleasant noise escaped Sebastian’s lips, but not without him glancing at the other with a look full of hatred. There was something wrong about this kid, since the last time they talked.

“Be careful with your answers, or you might lose your tongue and not be able to say them out loud anymore.” - It’s hard to say if that’s sarcasm or… A threat. Probably the last one, though. 

“Omelette at 1am. What a lovely desire.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

“If I lose my tongue….I’d just write you angry notes bomb boy” Naoki smirked and took out the toy grenade, removing the pin he rolled it over to him. It exploded and covered Sebastian in confetti. “Now you’re much more colorful” Naoki laughed and looked around for omelette ingredients.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian didn’t move when he saw the grenade rolling in his direction, recognizing it quite immediately. The confetti was expected, and a light laugh escaped his lips, finally his usual moonstruck grin coming back. He blew the confettis away from the chocolate bar, giving it one last bite and placing the knife back on his belt before getting up.

“Kids these days are contemplating suicide by the weirdest ways, and so early…”

In a blink, the manufacturer charged in the other’s direction, throwing a full force punch in his right eye, and pushing the Naoki to the ground with his feet.

“You didn’t look to be like that, orphan boy. Didn’t your dad teach you some respect? Oh, yeah, your dad died. And you think you’re showing respect with that ridiculous mask attached to your face.” - Sebastian laughed. A malefic, full of excitement laugh. - “Who made you turn into an asshole? Don’t tell me it was the care bear reject. I wouldn’t be surprised if such a small thing made someone as ridiculous as you get crazy, though.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Naoki hit the ground with a thud, the mask slid away out of arms reach, his right eye was throbbing in pain. “N-Nice punch…” He stood back up slowly. “My dad’s not dead, I just said I’ve never met him” Naoki felt his right eye, it was starting to swell. “Who made me this way? I decided to change…I’ve always pushed away the bad actions, heh…” He walked over to table Sebastian sat at and took a chocolate bar, ignoring his mask on the floor.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Definitely, there was something wrong about that mask kid. Sebastian stood still while the other stood up, clenching his teeth when he went to where he was previously. The bomb manufacturer was controlling himself hard not to stab Naoki a few times.

“Oh? Okay, in that case I kind pity him. It must be hard be alive knowing that your son is… This. A ridiculous boy who won’t even return a punch, trying to act cool.” - Sebastian picked up the mask from the ground, walking towards the animator. - “You decided to change? Like you have the power to do that alone, weakling.”

A mischievous smile took place in the manufacturer’s expression, eyes gleaming with what could only be recognized as sadism. Sebastian extended the mask slowly.

“Want this back? Or shall I just crush it like I did to your face? Maybe I can beat you up with your mask, how does that sound? Or maybe I’ll keep it to myself, burn to get myself warm in winter… Y’know.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Naoki blinked his left eye before taking out a pill bottle and taking two pills. “….” He swiped his mask back from the other. “I am many things, maybe I decided not to be a doormat anymore?” He lightly punched Sebastian’s face a few times before full out punching his nose.

“Heh..” He was trying desperately to ignore the pain coming from his eye.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian was going to answer the animator, but the punching actually caught him in surprise. His nose probably lightly got out of place, since he felt a considerate amount of discomfort with the other’s punch, but instead of showing any sign of being bothered… The manufacturer’s smile grew wider, a sonorous laughter escaping his lips. 

“Well now we’re talking, my friend!”

With a swift motion, Sebastian quickly motioned his right leg in Naoki’s direction, hitting the side of their stomach with his shin. 

“Prepare to get quite the beating, though, I don’t go easy on my prey.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Friend? Prey? Before having much of a chance to react Naoki was kicked in the side, the sudden kick knocked him off his balance and he landed on the ground again. Twice in a short time, what a record.

“….” Naoki moved his leg and leg swept Sebastian.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

The leg swept was... A bit successful. The manufacturer did start to fall, but managed to roll away from the animator and absorb the fall. Again, laughter erupted from his throat, getting up quickly from the ground.

“Already had enough, mask boy? Maybe I could crush all your ribs? Rip off these hands, so you can never work again? Oh, I could burn these pills of yours! Cut your achilles tendon, take your tongue away, pluck these eyeballs out of a rusty spoon, push your head inside of a garbage disposal unit, stick your beloved pens inside of your ears, torture you psychologically... Oh, the options~~~~~”

Sebastian’s voice tone was full of poison, malicious, with a ridiculous amount of evil behind it. Not like he’s trying to hide it. Even though, he stepped away, sitting down on his chair and leaving the boy on the ground, still laughing.

“But for now, kid, you live. Be thankful to Sebastian, the one who spared your miserable life. Unless you wanna keep fighting?”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

The bomb manufacturer was quite gone from the views of others, at least in the past few days. It appeared that before the care bear reject gave the game rules, Sebastian decided to stay away from everyone. Only one person saw him since the game’s announcement, so it’s a bit surprising for him to be suddenly back.

It was already late at night, about 1am, when he resurfaced. The male appeared to have the same expression from all times, whistling carelessly while walking to the cafeteria. If anything changed, it was the fact that he seemed more determined than ever. Fearless would be a better word, actually.

Sebastian sat down in one of the cafeteria’s tables, a box of Snickers resting in front of him, a book held in his left hand, a bar of chocolate (probably taken from the box) in his right one, and a knife resting in his lap. A big, big fucking knife.

A light smirk formed on his lips, letting the chocolate bar in the table, and grabbing the knife. He could hear someone coming quite easily.

“I heard you. Why are you still awake?”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

It’s a cafeteria, why else would one be awake at 1 am in the cafeteria?

“That’s amazing, I didn’t even say anything” Naoki looked at the box, whatever they were…they looked tasty. “Why am I awake? this….in the cafeteria? gee I wonder why..” Naoki couldn’t hide the sarcasm in his response.

“I wanted an omelette” 

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

A small unpleasant noise escaped Sebastian’s lips, but not without him glancing at the other with a look full of hatred. There was something wrong about this kid, since the last time they talked.

“Be careful with your answers, or you might lose your tongue and not be able to say them out loud anymore.” - It’s hard to say if that’s sarcasm or… A threat. Probably the last one, though. 

“Omelette at 1am. What a lovely desire.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

“If I lose my tongue….I’d just write you angry notes bomb boy” Naoki smirked and took out the toy grenade, removing the pin he rolled it over to him. It exploded and covered Sebastian in confetti. “Now you’re much more colorful” Naoki laughed and looked around for omelette ingredients.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian didn’t move when he saw the grenade rolling in his direction, recognizing it quite immediately. The confetti was expected, and a light laugh escaped his lips, finally his usual moonstruck grin coming back. He blew the confettis away from the chocolate bar, giving it one last bite and placing the knife back on his belt before getting up.

“Kids these days are contemplating suicide by the weirdest ways, and so early…”

In a blink, the manufacturer charged in the other’s direction, throwing a full force punch in his right eye, and pushing the Naoki to the ground with his feet.

“You didn’t look to be like that, orphan boy. Didn’t your dad teach you some respect? Oh, yeah, your dad died. And you think you’re showing respect with that ridiculous mask attached to your face.” - Sebastian laughed. A malefic, full of excitement laugh. - “Who made you turn into an asshole? Don’t tell me it was the care bear reject. I wouldn’t be surprised if such a small thing made someone as ridiculous as you get crazy, though.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Naoki hit the ground with a thud, the mask slid away out of arms reach, his right eye was throbbing in pain. “N-Nice punch…” He stood back up slowly. “My dad’s not dead, I just said I’ve never met him” Naoki felt his right eye, it was starting to swell. “Who made me this way? I decided to change…I’ve always pushed away the bad actions, heh…” He walked over to table Sebastian sat at and took a chocolate bar, ignoring his mask on the floor.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Definitely, there was something wrong about that mask kid. Sebastian stood still while the other stood up, clenching his teeth when he went to where he was previously. The bomb manufacturer was controlling himself hard not to stab Naoki a few times.

“Oh? Okay, in that case I kind pity him. It must be hard be alive knowing that your son is… This. A ridiculous boy who won’t even return a punch, trying to act cool.” - Sebastian picked up the mask from the ground, walking towards the animator. - “You decided to change? Like you have the power to do that alone, weakling.”

A mischievous smile took place in the manufacturer’s expression, eyes gleaming with what could only be recognized as sadism. Sebastian extended the mask slowly.

“Want this back? Or shall I just crush it like I did to your face? Maybe I can beat you up with your mask, how does that sound? Or maybe I’ll keep it to myself, burn to get myself warm in winter… Y’know.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Naoki blinked his left eye before taking out a pill bottle and taking two pills. “….” He swiped his mask back from the other. “I am many things, maybe I decided not to be a doormat anymore?” He lightly punched Sebastian’s face a few times before full out punching his nose.

“Heh..” He was trying desperately to ignore the pain coming from his eye.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian was going to answer the animator, but the punching actually caught him in surprise. His nose probably lightly got out of place, since he felt a considerate amount of discomfort with the other’s punch, but instead of showing any sign of being bothered... The manufacturer’s smile grew wider, a sonorous laughter escaping his lips. 

“Well now we’re talking, my friend!”

With a swift motion, Sebastian quickly motioned his right leg in Naoki’s direction, hitting the side of their stomach with his shin. 

“Prepare to get quite the beating, though, I don’t go easy on my prey.”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

The bomb manufacturer was quite gone from the views of others, at least in the past few days. It appeared that before the care bear reject gave the game rules, Sebastian decided to stay away from everyone. Only one person saw him since the game’s announcement, so it’s a bit surprising for him to be suddenly back.

It was already late at night, about 1am, when he resurfaced. The male appeared to have the same expression from all times, whistling carelessly while walking to the cafeteria. If anything changed, it was the fact that he seemed more determined than ever. Fearless would be a better word, actually.

Sebastian sat down in one of the cafeteria’s tables, a box of Snickers resting in front of him, a book held in his left hand, a bar of chocolate (probably taken from the box) in his right one, and a knife resting in his lap. A big, big fucking knife.

A light smirk formed on his lips, letting the chocolate bar in the table, and grabbing the knife. He could hear someone coming quite easily.

“I heard you. Why are you still awake?”

[shsl-messiah]

“Very well heard, mister… Even though it was not my intention to approach in such a quietly manner.“

The woman that said that entered in the cafeteria just a second after. Even though she wasn’t taller than him (although she was certainly much taller than the majority of Japanese girls), it was pretty much possible to tell that person had a powerful posture. Her voice was calm and alluring and the person was depicting a grin under the silver that was been worn by her.

"Your question shall be answered: I am hungry and hereby I have the means of solving this issue.”

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian ignored the other’s remark, carefully dropping the knife back on his lap. From this distance, he’d be able to pick it up and throw it at the other’s mouth, if it gets to that point. 

Now, he barely even looked to the other, but frowned quite visibly with the... Mask. It was not unusual for him to strange out some of the japanese habits, but that kind of mask was definitely something knew. Wait... Sebastian looked to her again, lifting one eyebrow, a light sign of surprise in his eyes, followed to a laugh. A maniacal laugh. The male definitely knows who that one is.

“Sekai Amaterasu. I know that name.” - His short outburst ceased quickly, turning his expression into a more... Entertained one. - “Well then, be my guest. I promise I won’t stab you. Since it’s not everyday I meet a self-proclaimed goddess, I allow you to get some of my sweets. If you do enjoy them, of course.”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

The bomb manufacturer was quite gone from the views of others, at least in the past few days. It appeared that before the care bear reject gave the game rules, Sebastian decided to stay away from everyone. Only one person saw him since the game’s announcement, so it’s a bit surprising for him to be suddenly back.

It was already late at night, about 1am, when he resurfaced. The male appeared to have the same expression from all times, whistling carelessly while walking to the cafeteria. If anything changed, it was the fact that he seemed more determined than ever. Fearless would be a better word, actually.

Sebastian sat down in one of the cafeteria’s tables, a box of Snickers resting in front of him, a book held in his left hand, a bar of chocolate (probably taken from the box) in his right one, and a knife resting in his lap. A big, big fucking knife.

A light smirk formed on his lips, letting the chocolate bar in the table, and grabbing the knife. He could hear someone coming quite easily.

“I heard you. Why are you still awake?”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

It’s a cafeteria, why else would one be awake at 1 am in the cafeteria?

“That’s amazing, I didn’t even say anything” Naoki looked at the box, whatever they were…they looked tasty. “Why am I awake? this….in the cafeteria? gee I wonder why..” Naoki couldn’t hide the sarcasm in his response.

“I wanted an omelette” 

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

A small unpleasant noise escaped Sebastian’s lips, but not without him glancing at the other with a look full of hatred. There was something wrong about this kid, since the last time they talked.

“Be careful with your answers, or you might lose your tongue and not be able to say them out loud anymore.” - It’s hard to say if that’s sarcasm or… A threat. Probably the last one, though. 

“Omelette at 1am. What a lovely desire.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

“If I lose my tongue….I’d just write you angry notes bomb boy” Naoki smirked and took out the toy grenade, removing the pin he rolled it over to him. It exploded and covered Sebastian in confetti. “Now you’re much more colorful” Naoki laughed and looked around for omelette ingredients.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian didn’t move when he saw the grenade rolling in his direction, recognizing it quite immediately. The confetti was expected, and a light laugh escaped his lips, finally his usual moonstruck grin coming back. He blew the confettis away from the chocolate bar, giving it one last bite and placing the knife back on his belt before getting up.

“Kids these days are contemplating suicide by the weirdest ways, and so early…”

In a blink, the manufacturer charged in the other’s direction, throwing a full force punch in his right eye, and pushing the Naoki to the ground with his feet.

“You didn’t look to be like that, orphan boy. Didn’t your dad teach you some respect? Oh, yeah, your dad died. And you think you’re showing respect with that ridiculous mask attached to your face.” - Sebastian laughed. A malefic, full of excitement laugh. - “Who made you turn into an asshole? Don’t tell me it was the care bear reject. I wouldn’t be surprised if such a small thing made someone as ridiculous as you get crazy, though.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

Naoki hit the ground with a thud, the mask slid away out of arms reach, his right eye was throbbing in pain. “N-Nice punch…” He stood back up slowly. “My dad’s not dead, I just said I’ve never met him” Naoki felt his right eye, it was starting to swell. “Who made me this way? I decided to change…I’ve always pushed away the bad actions, heh…” He walked over to table Sebastian sat at and took a chocolate bar, ignoring his mask on the floor.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Definitely, there was something wrong about that mask kid. Sebastian stood still while the other stood up, clenching his teeth when he went to where he was previously. The bomb manufacturer was controlling himself hard not to stab Naoki a few times.

“Oh? Okay, in that case I kind pity him. It must be hard be alive knowing that your son is... This. A ridiculous boy who won’t even return a punch, trying to act cool.” - Sebastian picked up the mask from the ground, walking towards the animator. - “You decided to change? Like you have the power to do that alone, weakling.”

A mischievous smile took place in the manufacturer’s expression, eyes gleaming with what could only be recognized as sadism. Sebastian extended the mask slowly.

“Want this back? Or shall I just crush it like I did to your face? Maybe I can beat you up with your mask, how does that sound? Or maybe I’ll keep it to myself, burn to get myself warm in winter... Y’know.”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

The bomb manufacturer was quite gone from the views of others, at least in the past few days. It appeared that before the care bear reject gave the game rules, Sebastian decided to stay away from everyone. Only one person saw him since the game’s announcement, so it’s a bit surprising for him to be suddenly back.

It was already late at night, about 1am, when he resurfaced. The male appeared to have the same expression from all times, whistling carelessly while walking to the cafeteria. If anything changed, it was the fact that he seemed more determined than ever. Fearless would be a better word, actually.

Sebastian sat down in one of the cafeteria’s tables, a box of Snickers resting in front of him, a book held in his left hand, a bar of chocolate (probably taken from the box) in his right one, and a knife resting in his lap. A big, big fucking knife.

A light smirk formed on his lips, letting the chocolate bar in the table, and grabbing the knife. He could hear someone coming quite easily.

“I heard you. Why are you still awake?”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

It’s a cafeteria, why else would one be awake at 1 am in the cafeteria?

“That’s amazing, I didn’t even say anything” Naoki looked at the box, whatever they were…they looked tasty. “Why am I awake? this….in the cafeteria? gee I wonder why..” Naoki couldn’t hide the sarcasm in his response.

“I wanted an omelette” 

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

A small unpleasant noise escaped Sebastian’s lips, but not without him glancing at the other with a look full of hatred. There was something wrong about this kid, since the last time they talked.

“Be careful with your answers, or you might lose your tongue and not be able to say them out loud anymore.” - It’s hard to say if that’s sarcasm or… A threat. Probably the last one, though. 

“Omelette at 1am. What a lovely desire.”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

“If I lose my tongue….I’d just write you angry notes bomb boy” Naoki smirked and took out the toy grenade, removing the pin he rolled it over to him. It exploded and covered Sebastian in confetti. “Now you’re much more colorful” Naoki laughed and looked around for omelette ingredients.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian didn’t move when he saw the grenade rolling in his direction, recognizing it quite immediately. The confetti was expected, and a light laugh escaped his lips, finally his usual moonstruck grin coming back. He blew the confettis away from the chocolate bar, giving it one last bite and placing the knife back on his belt before getting up.

“Kids these days are contemplating suicide by the weirdest ways, and so early...”

In a blink, the manufacturer charged in the other’s direction, throwing a full force punch in his right eye, and pushing the Naoki to the ground with his feet.

“You didn’t look to be like that, orphan boy. Didn’t your dad teach you some respect? Oh, yeah, your dad died. And you think you’re showing respect with that ridiculous mask attached to your face.” - Sebastian laughed. A malefic, full of excitement laugh. - “Who made you turn into an asshole? Don’t tell me it was the care bear reject. I wouldn’t be surprised if such a small thing made someone as ridiculous as you get crazy, though.”

[danganxasylum-blog]

Care Bear | Sebastian | Open

The bomb manufacturer was quite gone from the views of others, at least in the past few days. It appeared that before the care bear reject gave the game rules, Sebastian decided to stay away from everyone. Only one person saw him since the game’s announcement, so it’s a bit surprising for him to be suddenly back.

It was already late at night, about 1am, when he resurfaced. The male appeared to have the same expression from all times, whistling carelessly while walking to the cafeteria. If anything changed, it was the fact that he seemed more determined than ever. Fearless would be a better word, actually.

Sebastian sat down in one of the cafeteria’s tables, a box of Snickers resting in front of him, a book held in his left hand, a bar of chocolate (probably taken from the box) in his right one, and a knife resting in his lap. A big, big fucking knife.

A light smirk formed on his lips, letting the chocolate bar in the table, and grabbing the knife. He could hear someone coming quite easily.

“I heard you. Why are you still awake?”

[ultimateanimator-blog]

It’s a cafeteria, why else would one be awake at 1 am in the cafeteria?

“That’s amazing, I didn’t even say anything” Naoki looked at the box, whatever they were…they looked tasty. “Why am I awake? this….in the cafeteria? gee I wonder why..” Naoki couldn’t hide the sarcasm in his response.

“I wanted an omelette” 

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

A small unpleasant noise escaped Sebastian’s lips, but not without him glancing at the other with a look full of hatred. There was something wrong about this kid, since the last time they talked.

“Be careful with your answers, or you might lose your tongue and not be able to say them out loud anymore.” - It’s hard to say if that’s sarcasm or... A threat. Probably the last one, though. 

“Omelette at 1am. What a lovely desire.”

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

sinnamxn:

          Arrogant boy love yourself so no one has to  they’re better off without you

[sequentialartist]

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[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

shslsequentialartist:

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Giving another small chuckle at his reply Erika brought her glasses up to her mouth. Breathing on them before accepting the other’s handkerchief to continue cleaning them with. “Thank you.”

“Bomb manufacturer? That’s a rather dangerous talent Graham-san. I suppose Erika-chan is certainly fine. It’s typically used on girls, I guess you could say it’s a bit more… cutesy.”  Inspecting her glasses she came to the conclusion they were clean enough and handed Sebastian’s handkerchief back to him.

Which he strangely took advantage of to kiss her hand? Oh wow something straight out of a shoujo or some european knight story. She could feeling her face heating up, but she refused to let her expression change to anything other than friendly neutral. Coughing she tried to pay attention to what he had asked her.

Right her talent. “Essentially you’re right, if by superheroes you mean comics. Sequential art is art that follows movements and sequences, like the name implies. Comics, animation, storyboards, those all fall under the jurisdiction of sequential arts.”

With a light grin, the manufacturer returned to his previous posture in front of the girl, placing the handkerchief back on his pocket. If he saw her face heating up, he didn’t give signs of it. A laugh escaped his lips when he heard the explanation. Cutesy? God.

“Yeah, my goal was to go for something more formal, but I guess cutesy works too. And it’s not that much of a dangerous job, as long as you know how to handle them. Of course, there’s always the risk of getting a disease when you work with radioactivity, but that’s, at least most of the time, my area.”

Yes, Sebastian, take the chance to explain how you prefer minor bombs so your employers will let you test them yourself. That’s a great way of introducing to other people.

“Oh, I see. I’m afraid I’m not very well versed in this kind of art. Comics, maybe, but the basic. A friend of mine used to read them all the time, and the time he spent reading was directly proportional to the time he spent talking about it for me.”

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Ugh (Open Starter - DanganSummer)

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

shslinfobroker:

-

Blaise tilted his head slightly, seeing all the protective rings adorning Sebastian’s fingers. “Pretty interesting stuff you got there… that golden lookin’ ring, especially. Stands out from all the rest of those other rings. . You married or engaged or somethin’? What a lucky motherfucker.” Blaise says with sarcastic tone. “Is your lover also trapped here with you?”

Blaise gave a small bow, the kind that you’d see a magician making after a successful magic show. “I try my best to be amusing. .” He returned the handshake, squeezing the other’s hand tightly and forcefully. 

“Oh, I’m sure. You’re probably just downplaying all your achievements. You wouldn’t be a Hopes Peak Student if you weren’t something incredible.” 

Sebastian couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, and his mouth formed an eerie grin when Blaise mentioned a possible lover. He couldn’t help but imagine how it’d be... - “They’re not just pretty rings, I’m practice archery, so it’s a way for my hands not to get fucked up. Well, more than they already are.” - Recomposing himself, he was back to his usual expression, but his tone... Was a bit strange. - “Nah, not anymore. I just really like the ring, it’s pretty as fuck. And no, he’s not here. God, how awkward would that be.”

At least he’s not lying about that. Even if the manufacturer is not interested in giving too much details about it, for now, nothing that escaped his mouth appeared to be a lie. Well, why the hell would he lie about his lover being or not in the game? His handshake matched Blaise’s one, both in force and tightness.

“Yes, probably. There are some things that shouldn’t be said that early, don’t you agree? But I have to disagree with the latter part of your sentence. There are lots of Hope’s Peak students that would be as useful dead as alive.”

[sequentialartist]

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[sequentialartist]

dysfunctional-asymmetric:

Sebastian lightly tilted his head - she has a point. Just as the girl did, the manufacturer’s asymmetric eyes calmly examined the one in front of him, not really thinking about anything in particular. He could tell she was studying him, but didn’t really mind.

“Absolutely, continue with your alternative way of venting. It’s probably not the strangest way, honestly.”

After standing there playing with one of his gloves, he patiently waited the other to finish groaning and took her hand. With an easy, effortless movement, Sebastian offered enough force for the other to stand up. Maybe a bit more than necessary.

“What can I do, it’s one of my many imperfections. Actually, not many. Just a few. But it is a kind offer, in any way.” - Hard to tell if he’s joking or just really arrogant - “I suppose you’re another student, right? Do you have a name and a title?”

Luckily for Erika, she was prepared to be helped up and wasn’t really surprised that he had used a bit more force then needed. You never know when someone is the kind of person to yank you up, or the kind to gently support. Wiping the dust off herself with her free hand she used this opportunity to make sure she was still wearing what she had been drugged in. She was really glad she was.

Giving a small chuckle she let go of the others hand, likely he wasn’t expecting prolonged contact. “My you certainly are a bold one now aren’t you. Ah yes, I am a student. Kimoto Erika, I’m a sequential artist. And you are?” She took her glasses off the clean off the damage from the ground. Just dirty but there seemed to be smudges she didn’t remember on them, likely from when she was looking for them on the ground.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Adjusting his glove as soon as the other let go of his hand, the male lightly squeezed his ring finger, as to make sure that something was still there. Cracking his neck, Sebastian couldn't help but smile at the other's comment.

"I'd not consider that a bad thing, honestly."

He ruffles through his pocket, taking off a handkerchief and offering to the other as soon as he saw her cleaning the glasses. Sequential artist? The manufacturer wasn't really the one to appreciate art, but he knew a few things about it. A faint chuckle escaped his lips, but he soon shook off the memories.

"My name is Sebastian Graham, I'm the super high school level bomb manufacturer. It's a pleasure to meet you, Erika... Chan? I'm bad with honorifics."

Without warning, the gray-haired male took the other's hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles. Old school? Maybe, but Sebastian is not the one to care about those things.

"Now, what exactly is a sequential artist? Is it like those guys who draw superheroes, or different?"

[sequentialartist]

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[sequentialartist]

 dysfunctional-asymmetric:

Even though the other was not able to see it, a small devious grin formed on Sebastian’s face with her reaction. Finally stopping to poke her with his feet, he took a few steps back from the fallen girl.

“Very well. Even though I’d say it’s quite stupid to lay on the ground when we, probably, have beds… It’s probably not the same.”

The manufacturer didn’t know what was the most ridiculous one: A prideful speech from a girl on the ground, or the extreme positive thinking. A small sigh escaped his lips, and he lightly shook his head.

“I can’t say I’m used to getting kidnapped, but being around people who want to kill me is not a new situation.” - He is joking… Right? - “Are you going to stay on the ground or grab my hand and accept my kind offer of helping you? I am pretty sure someone is going to step on you soon enough.”

Being called stupid was never a fun thing, but it wasn’t really something Erika was really a stranger to. Sighing deeply she held her ground, relaxing her body from it’s stiff position. “The fact that we may have beds here is a problem itself…” Talking a deep breath she felt her face cool down, and she didn’t feel like she was sweating anymore. That was good, she could actually take a look at the guy talking to her.

Turning her head slightly, face left with a neutral expression she studied him best she could from were she lay on the ground. He wan’t terrible looking, in fact he would probably be a nice drawing reference. Get him in a slightly more dynamic stance… add in a cigarette maybe… huh? Wait what was he saying? She had missed something he said, crap she couldn’t ask him to repeat it. What was she supposed to say, Sorry I was imaging you as a suave anti-hero could you repeat that? Alright just… act like you heard what he had said before.

“I think I will need another moment or so here, on the ground, where I am. To get this all out of my system.” Turning back to face the ground she lowered her head and groaned again this time sounding slightly more whiney. Why did she have to drift off like that. Another groan, followed by one incredibly drawn out one, and finally Erika fell silent again. Holding out a hand for the boy to take she continued to stare intently at the ground. “Saying an offer is kind makes it sound rather condescending don’t you think?”

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Sebastian lightly tilted his head - she has a point. Just as the girl did, the manufacturer's asymmetric eyes calmly examined the one in front of him, not really thinking about anything in particular. He could tell she was studying him, but didn't really mind.

"Absolutely, continue with your alternative way of venting. It's probably not the strangest way, honestly."

After standing there playing with one of his gloves, he patiently waited the other to finish groaning and took her hand. With an easy, effortless movement, Sebastian offered enough force for the other to stand up. Maybe a bit more than necessary.

"What can I do, it's one of my many imperfections. Actually, not many. Just a few. But it is a kind offer, in any way." - Hard to tell if he's joking or just really arrogant - "I suppose you're another student, right? Do you have a name and a title?"

[sequentialartist]

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[sequentialartist]

dysfunctional-asymmetric:

Sebastian couldn’t help but watch with a curious gaze the person still laying on the floor. Well, he was indeed completely wrong when he thought that nothing entertaining would be happening at that place…Is she dead? Oh, no, I heard something.

Casually approaching, the manufacturer stayed looking at her for a few seconds before finally poking her back with the tip of his shoe.

“Oi, are you dying already? Isn’t it a bit too early for that?”

As always, his tone was so sarcastic it hurts, and he was expressionless. The only giving a hint of emotion was the gleam of entertainment (and maybe curiosity) on the male’s eyes. Again, he spoke up, but with a softer and more serious tone.

“Seriously, if you’re dying with the announcement, I don’t think you’ll be around much longer…” - He says, offering his hand to help the other to get up.

Erika hadn’t noticed the footsteps approaching her, making the sudden contact of the others jolt her into a stiff frozen position. Was someone going to step on her holy heck- Oh wait no false alarm they where just nudging her. A BIT TOO EARLY? IT WAS YEARS TO EARLY, MANY MANY MANY YEARS! Wow okay stay calm now, it’s fine.

“I am not dying, I am merely venting my frustration and bewilderment caused by this situation at the ground.” Her tone was completely flat, and with her face towards the ground her expression unreadable. Which was good because she was still red in the face and sweating from the sudden contact from the boy. Today was not her day.

“I have endured many things in this short life, and I’m going to endure this situation as well. I plan on being around for many, many, years to come.” Although she still sounded mostly flat there was a hint of pride in her tone. She didn’t get as far as she did by crumbling when things got tough. Although this situation was a lot different then what she was used to. Really she was in a state of panic, but he didn’t need to know that.

[dysfunctional-asymmetric]

Even though the other was not able to see it, a small devious grin formed on Sebastian's face with her reaction. Finally stopping to poke her with his feet, he took a few steps back from the fallen girl.

"Very well. Even though I'd say it's quite stupid to lay on the ground when we, probably, have beds... It's probably not the same."

The manufacturer didn't know what was the most ridiculous one: A prideful speech from a girl on the ground, or the extreme positive thinking. A small sigh escaped his lips, and he lightly shook his head.

"I can't say I'm used to getting kidnapped, but being around people who want to kill me is not a new situation." - He is joking... Right? - "Are you going to stay on the ground or grab my hand and accept my kind offer of helping you? I am pretty sure someone is going to step on you soon enough."