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[[ Fairly serious Komaeda RP Blog, associated with Rule of Hope's Peak. Beware of spoilers and possible NSFW content. ]] [[ Tracking:: fortunespendulum ]] [[ Current M!A:: None ]]

[itsudemochi-deactivated20140210]

  Honestly, that was all Komaeda wanted? He’d been worried about him? Hinata pursed his lips the minute he felt a sharp twinge inside his head, and a hand shot up to press against his forehead.  The throbbing sensation was unsettling, and he didn’t like it in the least.  His own voice and that flat tone seemed to intermingle within his conscious mind, shifting and changing before he seemed to straighten up, hands shaking slightly.  As he fixed his gaze upon the ivory-haired male once more.  That smile, it’d been something he’d expected.  Nagito Komaeda was so predictable, Hinata didn’t care for it in the least.

"I believe you are mistaking our relationship.  Someone as dull as you could never become acquainted with someone like me, who has been blessed by talent.  Why are you addressing me so casually, Komaeda?”  Nagito Komaeda was one of the few men who’d managed to make his head hurt without even attempting such thing.  Most would call this an overreaction, but Hinata was unable to do anything to help himself.  Almost as if he’d been trapped within the confines of his own, troubled mind.

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda's gaze had become increasingly watchful of Hinata's movements and demeanors as the other male continued to act. . . strangely. It was difficult to put any sort of description to it, let alone a possible cause, but it prompted a mix of equal parts inquisitiveness, confusion, and worry as the situation progressed. Yes there had been a fair amount of snippier exchanges between them before but this was a far cry from anything he himself had seen before. He had also never asked Hinata for the story behind the sutures on his forehead, and moved to open his mouth and speak in response to the other boy's display of pain, before being cut off.

Jaw tightening visibly, he shifted, slitted his eyes sharply, and something like a grimace flickered across Komaeda's expression as he seemed to weigh a variety of possible reactions. An unexpected reply that was. "If I am mistaking something then it's certainly news to me, Hinata," His voice had settled out of displaying any emotional response, falling flat and mild, though he tilted his chin upwards marginally to fix Hinata with a bland stare. "Though I'm more wondering what prompted this sudden judge of our compared worth. Just deciding to put it out there now? Your spontaneity is breath taking."

[fortunespendulum]

{ Fancy running into you here. [[OPEN]] }

[chronic-and-sustained-cruelty]

  "Thank you," Celestia said, omitting her ire in the way of affected gentility, lifted to her toes and inhabiting the pose lightly. Her little hand fairly hung in Komaeda’s, ineffective and frail. With her available hand, she ostentatiously fluffed the voluminous petticoats contained in her skirt, and well-arranged, released the youths hand to compose a very shallow curtsy in reply, a shallow and concise and perhaps a little sarcastic gesture.

"That’s quite all right," said she, and tilted her head in a gesture calculated to appear candid, girlish and sweet. Her tone was bright and conversational, but something in the angle of her hands, her tightly controlled smile seemed less innocuous. "May I inquire as to the cause of your lack of attention?"

[fortunespendulum]

A distinctly cautious consideration preceded each of Komaeda's next movements as he stood across from Celestia in the vacant hallway. It was a, usually unspoken, yet dire rule among the inhabitants of Hope's Peak to exercise due caution around the higher classes and in this particular interaction it was far from a time to forget that. It was a different kind of danger entirely when the threat didn't bare its fangs directly towards your throat and instead veiled itself with sweetness and a soft, false sense of security before the trap snapped shut. That kind of sugar coated blade could make anyone nervous and so the ivory haired teen tightened his arms to his sides, waiting carefully.

To stay optimistic, the coy girl before him hadn't shown any, even indirect, hostility yet. "Just a newly checked out book to pass the time, rather insignificant," He replied with a dismissive tip of his head and pressed his lips together in another beatific smile. A small pause then separated the phrase as he debated continuing. ". . .how has your day treated you? Or rather were you headed anywhere interesting before this incident?"

[fiery-photographer]

{Encounters} - Open

[fiery-photographer]

  Mahiru blinked, casting a glance at him. “I’m not too keen on posing myself.” She ran a hand through her hair and grinned. “That’s why I’m in the one behind the camera, I guess. But growing up in my household, it was difficult not to get around without being caught in a photograph at some point.” 

"My mum was a professional photographer, you know." Her smile faltered a little as she recalled it. Her mum took plenty of photographs of her when she was little— before she began to work overseas. She hooked her hands in front of her thoughtfully, watching her shoes for a moment before she looked up once more. Didn’t want to go running into any walls in front of Komaeda, after all. "But… that’s not really important. Or not really, I mean…" 

Time to talk about the weather. Cover up that little stumble and move on. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing the leaves change color.” She mentioned, tipping her head to the side a little. Some of them were taking an orangish tint, but they weren’t all quite in that state yet. “Hey, Komaeda. If you had to pick a favorite season, what would it be?” 

Might as well make a little small talk before they reached the gardens. Parents could be a poisonous, dangerous topic to mess with around a place like this, after all. Mahiru saw no harm in bringing up her mum… her father was a different story, of course. But bringing them up still gave her somewhat unpleasant thoughts. 

[fortunespendulum]

Truth be told, Komaeda was more than a bit surprised by the extent of Mahiru's reply and stalled into silence as they continued on through the halls. It was simple fact that the subject of family would be a touchy one within Hope's Peak's walls, as it was, well, an orphanage. By association any memories of life before a child came to live there were rarely ever kindled back into thought as they usually brought nothing but pain and bitterness trailing close behind. He himself didn't. . . prefer reminiscing over other pastimes. 

Because of this the lanky male could be seen widening his celadon eyes a touch, eyebrows lifting, as she continued but it withered into a terse smile as quickly as the musings were dropped. "It does explain some things, though memories are as important as the one who remembers them says they are." A light chuckle.

"A favorite season? Hmm," Komaeda's words stilled again as he mulled over the abrupt question, lifting one arm to press his thumb and forefinger to his chin and flicking eyes downwards in thought. "Winter is nice, and I'm truly hoping for some snow, but then again the more severe temperatures get old after not too long don't they."

". . .spring. Yes I think that would be the best answer. Do you have a favorite?"

[classydatacode]

Self - Deprecating | fortunespendulum

[classydatacode]

  Phew…she was relieved it was a typical answer, there were…some faces that didn’t look exactly pleasant. She wondered if she’d have to end up meeting them soon. She stared at the boy, watched his mouth move as he smoothly let his words out. Gah, was she weird, looking at everyone like this for such a time. It was her turn to reply.

"Ah…..we haven’t….Oh! C-Chiaki Nanami….you..?"

The stuttering started again. If she could, she’d refrain herself from staring at everyone’s physical features so much.

Idiot…

[fortunespendulum]

Coming across any new face within the orphanage was a cause for piqued interest and so Komaeda leveled gray green eyes on the girl, now known to be called Nanami, with a curious tilt to his head. "Nagito Komaeda," Came the simple reply before the corners of his eyes crinkled in a furthered smile and he bent up his forearm from where it it had been gripping his other arm to brace against his chin.

"Since I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before this, and that you seem a bit nervous, do you happen to be new? Really it doesn't happen often but if so you'd be the second in a short span of time." The faintly pink haired girl did seem antsy, if her occasional stuttering was any clue, and he was even more so curious at this point. If she was indeed new being pleasant himself was probably appreciated.

[classydatacode]

Self - Deprecating | fortunespendulum

Chiaki found herself walking through the school again. It was almost like a daily routine, the place was just so damn fascinating. It hurts to miss a bit of the view of it, and the wonderful students she met here. The few she had already met were just the beginning of how weird..yet intriguing everyone was here, and she was about to experience the weird in the students. One particular student, actually. 

She had clutched her bag tightly, containing only a bunch of retro games and consoles, she had almost forgotten the bag many times here, it was getting disorienting. Having taking a look around the gardens, she noticed a boy hanging in the front of the school. Hm…Why not? I need to make the best impression as possible, after all…I need to make friends..yet being surrounded by all these amazing, excelling students, and their talents. She felt useless when she was presented in their presence, her talent wasn’t the greatest of the bunch, and was often misinterpreted for SAHL lazy…

She approached the boy with an uneasy gaze. She was already making herself look bad.

"A-Ah….Hello..there. Are you enjoying the view, too…?"

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda's wandering feet frequently carried him over a large portion of Hope's Peak, looking to burn off any free time he came upon and make familiar rounds of the grounds. Usually it was any stray whim or curiosity that decided where he'd head to next and today the closed in spaces and wooden walls were growing just a bit stifling. To chase away this clinging cobweb of a feeling he ventured out into the cooling autumn air.

Though he didn't pay a visit to the area often the gardens were always a pleasant sight with their vibrant flower blossoms and general greenery brightening up the gray sky above and the pale teen tucked his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket as he walked. In actuality it had begun to get a bit chilly and he idly wondered how much longer it would be until misty swirls would accompany his breaths at all times of the day, this thought was cut short, however, when a voice caught his attention.

"Hm? Oh, hello, yes I suppose I was doing just that," He replied amiably while turning his body towards the unfamiliar girl. "Also, I don't believe we've met."

[itsudemochi-deactivated20140210]

  He’d been awoken by a head-splitting pain this morning, and sure enough he’d needed to go see Tsumiki and clean his pillow from the fresh blood that’d spilled.  Hinata was honestly confused about that, taking into account his wounds hadn’t given him much trouble before.  And the more time went by, the more he had the horrible feeling that someone else was with him.  He didn’t like it in the least, but the sensation was there, crawling underneath his skull like someone shoving in fingers, attempting to break into his defences.  And before he knew it, that voice had come.  First it’d been a foreign sensation, everything in the orphanage no longer seemed new.  It was rather predictable.  Same chores, same structure, same boring characters walking around the hallways.  It made everything else seem rather worthless, if anything.

… Ah, how boring.

Admittedly, having an argument with himself was probably not the best idea.  Specially not out in the open, where anyone could walk in and misunderstand the situation— Misunderstand what? That he’d realised what a mind-numbing place they were trapped in? His head… Hurt so much.  A final should snapped him out of it, and he found himself glancing in Komaeda’s direction.  That face, his dishevelled hair, it was all too familiar. Uncomfortably so.  And it didn’t spark his interest in the least, so he figured perhaps dismissing him would be the most appropriate course of action.  Then again, the minute his mouth opened he knew he shouldn’t have done so.

"… What do you want?” His tone had sounded far more harsh than he’d intended for it to be.

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda hovered in place a few feet across the hall from Hinata but a faint furrow entered the space between his brows as the other boys almost disdainful gaze swept towards him. The odd, seemingly target-less muttering had been curious enough but the flatness in Hinata's eyes turned that feeling to mild discomfort. The ivory haired male hooked one upwards where it found a grip against his opposite elbow before curving a faint smile.

"Nothing in particular, I would say," He began with casual fluency but shifted his weight between both soles before continuing. "Actually I was planning to head to my room for the day when I hear a little bit of commotion up ahead. Seems it was you and, well, any particular reason you're. . . around?" Really the budding question had been to Hinata's personality at the moment but it had only been one phrase so far.

[foodchewer]

if you are reading this you are probably hella cool

[sahlprince-blog]

{A Chance Meeting | Open}

[sahlprince-blog]

  Kirigiri shuffled about the cupboards. Where could it have gone? Had Usami moved it? Or someone else? If it was gone, someone’s head would be hers. She frowned. It had been there the day before and now it was gone. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued her search. Komaeda offered his assistance and she glanced back at him. 

"If you wish to help, then start heating some water." She replied sharply, her frustration seeping through. "You have used a vacuum coffee maker before, haven’t you?” 

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda was relatively swift to comply with Kirigiri's suggestion and his lips twitched upwards in a tight smile at her question as he approached the tap. "Once or twice, yes, coffee has rarely been my first choice but it's hard to have not ever gone through the motions," The reply was a bit more drawn out, tumbling over the point with a sort of indirectness he fell into out of habit, and he cut the statement after taking note of this. Flexing his fingers out as they loosened their hold on his forearms he reached out to start the water's flow and gathered up the pot nearby. Pausing, then, with the clear container in his grip to allow the temperature to rise a bit he pushed it under the stream where a whoosh accompanied it filling.

". . .do you come to make yourself some often?" It wasn't common for him to look to fill the silence with words but it had grown a bit stifling.

[sahlprince-blog]

{A Chance Meeting | Open}

[sahlprince-blog]

  "Komaeda." She murmured more to herself than to him. The name rolled off her tongue, dripping like molasses from her pale lips. She vaguely remembered mentions of him through the other aristocrats. Self deprecating with a strange talent for being lucky, he was a bit of a mystery to her. Kirigiri turned her body slightly, facing the white haired boy who was obviously more nervous than she had originally guessed.

Good. Then they would have no trouble.

  "I have heard little of you, but it is good to finally put a face to the name." She replied. Kirigiri moved into the kitchen, back facing Komaeda once more as she began her search for her coffee. "Perhaps you would join me in some coffee." The request was there though with her voice it seemed more like an order.

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda remained fixed in place just inside the archway as Kirigiri took a moment for consideration before turning her back to his stiffly upright frame. He normally wasn't so visibly phased by another's presence but, to reiterate, there were some who all within the orphanage knew not to be lax around. Namely those of the red rose persuasion. However after idling for a time he took a step forwards to settle his weight on the kitchen tiles as the Prince turned her lavender gaze back to him.

"Hmm somewhat surprising, one both accounts I have to admit."

"Of course," He replied in the next beat and quieted long enough to observe Kirigiri's searching about the cabinets. "I may not be the most knowledgeable on the layout here, but I could also assist you if needed. To repay the invitation."

[sahlprince-blog]

{A Chance Meeting | Open}

fortunespendulum

Kirigiri’s footsteps were light as she traveled down the hallway, moving with practiced ease and sense of purpose. Her long lavender hair flowed after her and she absentmindedly tightened the black bow she had secured onto her braid. Her sharp face was blank, giving no indication of any other emotion besides casual indifference. 

She had not been quite as social the last few days. Truth be told, she rather liked the solitude. It gave her time to think, to try and remember things. Though her attempts had not been successful. Despite her lack of socializing, she had heard many rumors about a new boy. He would be the lowest of the low, the dirt of the earth, and the other Red Aristocrats were sure to remind him of that fact every chance they got. If ordered to by the Princess, she would as well. 

Finally she reached her destination, the kitchen. She had yet to have a good cup of coffee and she was long over due for her daily dose of Luwark. However, as she stepped inside, she heard footsteps coming from behind her. Her dark purple eyes narrowed for a moment and she cleared her throat.

"Who is there?" Her voice was commanding, but not cruel.

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda had moved to pause before passing into the entrance to the kitchen, a light shuffling of movement catching the pale male's attention from around the corner, when a crisp voice beat him to the punch. It was undeniably female if even a bit monotone though he was unsure of who his gray green eyes would fall upon until he stepped through the archway and blinked dubiously in the direction of Kirigiri. Now this was somewhat of a surprise.

The kitchen seemed to be a hotspot of chance meetings for him recently, a bit strange as he usually didn't even visit the area much, but he was nothing if not expectant of surprises at this point. However through a stroke of odd chance or otherwise, coming across the Prince herself on way to maybe make himself some tea was still unexpected.

"Hello, Lady Kirigiri," Came the amiable greeting as a slow smile curved his expression and he dipped his head, also bending somewhat at the waist, in a bow. "Nagito Komaeda, by the way, as you probably wouldn't know of someone like me," Ah and the self deprecative side was making a bit of an appearance. Truth be told the situation was a bit of a cause for nerves and he soon crossed his arms across his chest to grip his elbows.

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda moved with muted steps, all sound seemingly swallowed by thin carpeting and close walls, through the various hallways and conjoining rooms of Hope's Peak. Having expended a fair amount of time wandering, attempting to chat with any skittish child crossing his path, and fiddling with an odd or end that caught his attention the ivory haired male set his course back towards the dorms to spend the rest of the waning day. Many of his days seemed to pass in such a manner recently as most chose to avoid interacting with him. Some probably envied him for it, better than being picked on or tormented he supposed, but needless to say it was a bit dull. His hands rested loosely inside the pockets of his ever-present coat as he walked and his eyes were upturned slightly in idle thought before a quiet muttering drew his attention.

Was that Hinata's voice? It was distinctly male and familiar yet muffled by the door to the main hall ahead so it was difficult to be sure until he outstretched a hand to push through said door and enter the larger space. Yes indeed it was, and from this distance what words the other teen was saying were clearer. Interestingly enough, however, there seemed to be no one else nearby even as Hinata's voice took on a harder edge that would become someone arguing with another. Talking to himself maybe? If he was it was a more heated one-sided conversation than most.

"Hinata? I hope I'm not, ah, interrupting anything."

[fortunespendulum]

{ Fancy running into you here. [[OPEN]] }

[witheredroses-bloominghopes-blog]

  A book about the orphanage’s history? That was certainly interesting - maybe he could find out a little bit more about it and why he kept seeing things out of the corners of his eyes. After all, there had to be a logical reason…either something was weird about that place, or he was going insane.

Considering everything that had happened, he wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter.

But that was too troubling a thought for him to focus on at the moment. He smiled brightly at Komaeda before setting to work on writing a reply.

i dont know that sounds pretty interesting to me and its impressive youve managed to read so many books! 

Yup. Naegi was the master of conversation. Not. He sighed a little at himself, wishing he knew what to say to make himself sound a little less boring than he actually was.

[fortunespendulum]

The other boy seemed to be preoccupied with a thought for a few moments but then there was another scrawl of writing to meet Komaeda's eyes. He gave a short laugh before tapping one index finger against the spine of the book in his grip and lifting his shoulders in an unparticular shrug. "It would be a lie to say I hadn't read a ridiculous amount at this point, but the same if I said I'd gotten through even close to all of them. I find myself bored much too often but lately I've been getting a bit nitpicky about which ones to choose. Counter productive but."

And it was probably best to cut a potential rambling short there. Whether every one of his actions was a paradox or not wasn't something to divulge into at the moment and so the jacket wearing male paused in his speech for a moment. Ah he was probably taking up a large amount of Naegi's time as it was, but he wasn't one to abscond from conversations after only a few exchanges. "Hopefully you won't run into the same problem. Though you were probably on your way to get something done, yes? Here I've been filling the space with enough words for more than two people."

[hirvea]

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[ruleofhopespeak]

Don't touch the scarecrow!

It’s now time for the yearly pumpkin patch harvest! Everyone is to pick a partner and collect as many pumpkins as they can before it’s time to depart. Please stay in the fields at all times and stay away from the corn fields, and do not touch the scarecrow within those said corn fields.

Have fun everyone!

[vusagiusami]

  Honey, please! You’ll make me blush, so let me just get stawted on those pancakes wight now so you can huwwy up and eat!” She loved cooking for them, she just loved it! They were always thankful for what she made and never complained and saw the value in a hot, fresh cooked meal. She made her way to the kitchen, grabbed her apron and tied it around her waist. Pouring water into the bowl of the instant pancake mix and turned on the stove. Already there were plates of already cooked and uncooked food on the counter.

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda's smile was beatific though he didn't reply to Usami's enthusiastic reply as she began flitting about the kitchen in accordance with his request. Adding to the niceties of home cooked pancakes it was refreshing to be around someone so much more upbeat than most of the orphanage's inhabitants sometimes.

He took a seat nearby the kitchen's entrance so as to not have to shout. "You probably have a better perspective on it than me, or I should say pay more attention. How are things around the orphanage?" 

[fiery-photographer]

{Encounters} - Open

[fiery-photographer]

  Mahiru gave a business like sort of nod, hands finding her hips. “Within reason, of course.” She mentioned, raising her eyebrows. “As long as it’s nothing ridicules, I would be more than happy to return the favor.” Just because she felt a little more at ease around Komaeda, that still didn’t give her any reason to completely let her guard down. She took a moment to give the dining hall another considerate look, just to see that she hadn’t missed anything, and then began to move towards the door with a gesture for him to follow her. 

She hummed, tipping her head to the side. “You sure?” She shrugged after a moment. She didn’t mind too much… and that didn’t mean she couldn’t sneak in a picture or two when he wasn’t paying attention. (She had a tendency to do that anyways.) Photos tended to hold a certain amount of charm when the subject was lost in thought and unaware that their picture was being taken. “Well, if you insist then.” 

She glanced towards the windows as they walked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Hm… It seems like the sun is out today, that’s good.” She threaded her fingers together, aching just a bit from her chores earlier. They were a little cold too. “I wonder if it’s going to be cold out today. It’s hard to tell, this time of year.” 

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda's responding smile was a tad cheeky as he moved to trail after Mahiru with the destination of the garden in mind. No he most likely wouldn't be requesting anything strange in the near future, but it was difficult to let an opportunity for teasing to slip by sometimes. He also wasn't one to be terribly shy about that sort of thing either. All in good fun, yes? "Of course."

"Yes I'm perfectly fine with staying out of view throughout any photoshoots. Never really been one for posing in general so might as well make it more convenient for everyone," His musings were light but fairly sure in his position on the matter. Camera shy? Maybe, or more just reluctant to draw the focus to himself. There was a time and place to want the opposite but for now he did rather staying, at least consciously, out of the camera's eye in favor of looking about the garden.

"Winter is definitely on its way but for our purposes less of a chill would be nice. I'm sort of looking forward to the change in seasons but, rather not have to change course for some gloves."

[ruleofhopespeak]

Ever lasting Hope, I am yours

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