Freeing Embrace

The official Tumblr blog for the leader of Kokoro no Heiwa. All who have questions are free to ask. (RP blog for Dangan Ronpa game Exaivi. Playing Namiko Izayoi, Ult Cult Leader)

[shslsatired]

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Right behind the axolotl loving Yuuki was Namiko, who had wandered into the store during their obsessive fretting. She seemed smug as ever, but unlike when she held a face before, this one was poorly held on. The painting of it was near perfect, but the mask it rested on was cracked and falling apart. They had gotten better since leaving their room, but not by a lot. Guilt and sorrow weighed on them too much.

“Honestly a gift shop in here? I can’t believe it and I also totally do… I wonder if they sell ghost plushies.”

With that Namiko began to wander within the general area of where Yuuki found their own plush toy. The chances of there being a plush ghost was, extremely low, but she was going to try nonetheless. Maybe the school had one cool thing going for it and it respected the coolness of spooky things?

Congrats on finally catching Yuuki at their most vulnerable: rubbing their cheek on an axolotl plushie. Absolutely losing themself to how adorable this thing is. Until they hear Namiko right behind them, and toss it up in the air in shock, fumbling for a second before barely catching it. “You whore! You nearly made me drop him." 

Great. Namiko. Who was now 1.) off the shits, and 2.) likely upset over trial results. This was not an ideal situation for Yuuki, who can only assume Namiko came here to harass them so she’d feel better about herself. Great. And just when they made a new friend too.

"Wow, I’m so sorry for him.” They fluffed at their hair playfully. Cute. “Yeah, thanks. Too bad… uh. You. Uh. Too bad I can’t say the same about you.” That was, unsurprisingly, a lie, as despite being super evil, Namiko was undeniably cute, something Yuuki knew and would never admit. Arguably the super evilness added to the cute factor (aesthetically, only. In every other way it super killed it). “Yeah.” They were aware of how much that retort sucked shit. Cute girls just make them weak… somewhat.

Still, it wasn’t weakness that ended up making them… lean back on the bullying after that. More an awareness that. Hey, maybe Namiko was having a bad day, and for once, it wasn’t her own damn fault. Kiaria hadn’t deserved that, and Yuuki saw through any attempts at faked smugness (they were the master of faked smugness). 

“Ugh, we’ll help you look.” We being Yuuki and their new, currently nameless, friend. They started inspecting the lower shelves of the shop. Fun.

[freeing-embrace]

The playful meanness that Namiko had thrown at Yuuki had mostly been expended when their comment about having a boyfriend was finished but it was outright murdered by Yuuki’s response. All Namiko could do was stop, sputter a bit in an attempt to maintain her composure, and then absolutely give up as she laughed at the writer.

“I am sorry I am not to your standards Yuuki. It hurts me a little to hear that though. I mean I can kind of understand it. My cuteness is practiced and fake. My actual personality is rough and jaded. I am nasty and mean. But hey, what can you do? Sometimes life just makes you a nasty bitch.”

She shrugged and stuck her tongue out at the other girl before returning to the ghost search. So far, it had been pretty fruitless. Hope’s Peak didn’t really have a reason to sell ghost plushies. Well, they didn’t have a reason to contain a giant dinosaur exhibit or an aquarium either. So there was some hope. Maybe a cute shark plushy would be a good alternative? Something to remember her connection with Kiaria by?

“So what is your friends name? Oh, can I name them? Like, sir siltbut? Orrr, madame Fluffy Frill? I kind of like Madame Fluffy Frill.”

[undyingxiv]

Mean Girls 2 || Namiko || CH3 Closed With Raya

“Hrmm… Yep. That’s a painting.”

A beautiful landscape painting sat before Namiko on the wall. The plaque said it was extremely famous and honestly, she didn’t get it. Namiko had never been much of an art person. It wasn’t really her thing. She preferred games, spooky stuff, drama. This was just some location out on a canvas and considered amazing. She was willing to bet the original location looked way better.

The decision to come here had come after she got out of her shower. An effort that took, far too much to go into detail here. Mostly because I don’t know how it goes yet. The main point was Namiko had intended to do something to relax her mind. Escape from the hell she was currently in. The Art Museum really wasn’t doing shit for that to be honest. It was, maybe making it worse. Since there was nothing around to actually distract her, she just kept on focusing on Kiaria’s death, again, and again. The look of horror on her face, the blood on the wall, how much she didn’t deserve any of it. It had all been Jun’s fault. yet she suffered. Shaking her head violently, Namiko poorly rushed away the negative thoughts filling into her brain.

“This place sucks so much shit.”

Frustrated and upset she kicked the wall in front of her, jostling several paintings on it. Seeing them respond as such, she got the urge to start wrecking them. The AI would probably punish her for it.

[shslraya]

Raya didn’t seem surprised by her words as she scrunched her nose a little, casually lifting her notebook.

[ did you not get the memo? i said those things because i owed Stella as much. she told me i had to do it, so i obviously did it cause that’s what she needed me to do. i didn’t think that anyone would actually go for you and you seemed pretty adamant on not hurting her, so… lol. also stop disrespecting the artwork they’re all good. ]

She sighed, continuing to write.

[ it’s unfortunate that i can’t force myself to hate you. it would certainly make this situation a lot easier. i simply do not know what to think anymore. ] 

Honesty was key, right? She paused for a long time, staring at her book and revising her next statement a few times. When she eventually showed her message, she looked hesitant.

[ i am confused. i only lived for Stella. what now? what comes after my only reason for existence is gone? and the fact that i failed? it truly would be great if you could give me a good reason to hate you so i can lash out at someone that deserves it, but i don’t think that’s possible. ]

The slightest of laughs. The sound is pained, cracked and generally unpleasant to hear.

[freeing-embrace]

Yeah Namiko wasn’t exactly invested in Raya’s explanation as to why she told her to kill their own sister. Honestly it would have just been easier to lie and say it was because she had a moment of anger which lead to saying something she regretted. Shit she could have said she didn’t regret it because her sister was evil and Namiko still would have accepted it more than this. Asking somebody to kill your sister who you would rather not die, just because your sister told you to in the past? That was stupid as fuck and Namiko didn’t care what she had to say about it beyond that. Raya deserved no sympathy and would receive none.

Which meant that Raya not being able to hate Namiko probably made it super awkward for her because Namiko could damn sure hate her. It was easy actually. Instead she was just, rambling on about not know what to do or what she even wants for herself now. All the thoughts of a person who had fucked up on purpose and gotten their sister killed. Now she was worried about her own future when her sister was dead because of her. Namiko really wanted to hit her.

“Boohoo! I was stupid and it got my sister killed. Who I live my entiiiiiiire life for. So now I have no idea what to do and am helpless and alone. please Namiko let me hate you so I have a purpose in my life now that I have failed at the only thing that kept me going.”

She clicked her tongue and glared at Raya. If you asked her, the mockery she made of Raya’s nonexistent voice was perfectly spot on. She was an actress after all. It made sense for her to be good at sounding like an entitled little shit when the time called for it.

“Are you fucking, trying to hate flirt with me or something? Is that your new purpose? You want me to give you a friend to have that not so secret urge to disdainfully smooch on? I don’t have the fucking answers to your questions about giving you a purpose or anything. I have my own purpose and I worked my ass off to have a chance to get lucky to get it. You failed at one given to you from birth. I mean you are definitely cute but you are being super pathetic right now. Even on top of having failed so miserably.”

[undyingxiv]

Mean Girls 2 || Namiko || CH3 Closed With Raya

“Hrmm… Yep. That’s a painting.”

A beautiful landscape painting sat before Namiko on the wall. The plaque said it was extremely famous and honestly, she didn’t get it. Namiko had never been much of an art person. It wasn’t really her thing. She preferred games, spooky stuff, drama. This was just some location out on a canvas and considered amazing. She was willing to bet the original location looked way better.

The decision to come here had come after she got out of her shower. An effort that took, far too much to go into detail here. Mostly because I don’t know how it goes yet. The main point was Namiko had intended to do something to relax her mind. Escape from the hell she was currently in. The Art Museum really wasn’t doing shit for that to be honest. It was, maybe making it worse. Since there was nothing around to actually distract her, she just kept on focusing on Kiaria’s death, again, and again. The look of horror on her face, the blood on the wall, how much she didn’t deserve any of it. It had all been Jun’s fault. yet she suffered. Shaking her head violently, Namiko poorly rushed away the negative thoughts filling into her brain.

“This place sucks so much shit.”

Frustrated and upset she kicked the wall in front of her, jostling several paintings on it. Seeing them respond as such, she got the urge to start wrecking them. The AI would probably punish her for it.

[shslraya]

Fucker. Raya realised very quickly that Namiko hadn’t noticed her and was about to tap her when she turned around. Raya listened to her with a dismissive eyebrow raise, scribbling out a response almost immediately. 

[ yes, well, the artwork did nothing to you. it shouldn’t need the collateral damage. people often put themselves into their art and convey themselves through art, so you should treat all pieces with respect. it’s a part of a person. maybe you could try it. that’s what i’ve been doing. ]

A pause.

[ your perception is dog shit, by the way which is HILARIOUS. ]

She ignored Namiko’s glaring and worked on another response, presenting it fairly quickly. It was almost as if she had it pre-written. Also go on, Namiko. Don’t be a coward. Bring up Raya’s dead sister. There’s no possible way that could backfire on you at all. 

[ i don’t fully understand the situation, but no. not what i came here for. i was in the gallery before you, actually. i was just wondering what the noise was. ]

[freeing-embrace]

Namiko looked at Raya as if she had just sprouted a third head. The pink girl skipped right over the whole second head bit and went right for three heads. Why did she keep on running into people she hated? Maybe it was because she hated almost everyone here? Maybe it was because she had made enemies of everyone but Kiaria, just through existing as she did.

Thinking of Kiaria being gone brought her right back down. The sense of control and self empowerment that she preferred to hold around Raya so that the girl didn’t get too high on her own pink evil, could not be managed. Namiko was just going to have to deal with that.

“Listen I really don’t like you. Some asshole tried to kill me by framing you after you were an asshole and told me to murder your fucking sister. So, I would prefer you not be around me. I am going through some shit. So let me look at these garbage painting in peace. They are really stupid but it is what I thought to do so I am going to finish it damn it.”

[undyingxiv]

Hellish Steam || Namiko || CH 3 Closed for Akemi

Water pattered on glass, filling the empty dormitory with it’s sound. A slightly ajar door showing any who looked inside the view of Namiko’s room. It was relatively clean and tidy. Nothing in particular stuck out as special or memorable. Leaking into the room was that sound of water hitting glass coming from the bathroom. The shower was on and despite that the door wasn’t closed. From the looks of it the shower had been on for a long time, as steam had begun to collect within the main bedroom of the dorm. The water would have had to be running for hours to reach the point it was at now.

Inside the bathroom steam choked the air, glass of every type completely fogged over. Water collected on the floor next to an open  shower pane and pair of Namiko’s shoes that had been left behind. It was almost difficult to breath in here with how much water and steam filled the air. The open doors were likely the only thing making it bearable. Except something else was in the shower. Something that was barely moving if at all.

Sitting in the shower, with hot water pouring down onto her hair, was Namiko Izayoi. Her white and blue dress clung to her with what must have been hours of water exposure. A silver band, shining in the water it was exposed to, wrapped itself around her upper arm. Her hair ran in tangles and waves among her face, soaked until they were sticking to her skin. The only real indication she was alive was the slight shifting of her chest, and periodic sound of her stiffing sobs.

[stoneflatsnewspaperclub]

Akemi was, to be honest, frankly done with everything following the last trial. She’s watched… how many people die now? 5? That was more than any person usually sees. And… sure, death comes for everyone, but it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she had to bear witness to so much, in so little time. 

And yet, Akemi still continues on. Meagerly, she moves on. Shuffled feet going to and from, waiting until the next tragedy struck- or until it struck her in the back of the head. It was only the door half cocked open that made her pause.

“…Huh… this is… Izayoi-Sama’s room…

Immediately, the steam from the showers and the sheer humidity of it hit her. Oh no, this wasn’t going to be good for her journal at all. She had to do something. SOMETHING was clearly happening here. 

She quickly put down her journal on the floor where the humidity shouldn’t bother it and hiked up her sleeve. If she needed to make any notes, she’d be ready. 

As she enters the bathroom, her first thought is…

A-A Body!?

Nope! Namiko isn’t dead, but she likely wishes she was. She’s just, sitting there, slightly sobbing. Akemi fiddles with the pen in her hand and goes over, asking.

“I-Izayoi-Sama! Are you there? Do you-” 

She just lets the sentence trail off. What do you even say in this situation?

[freeing-embrace]

Hearing somebody enter into her bathroom, Namiko raised her eyes to look at Akemi, who was looking at her with shocked concern. That face, and her actions,  really pissed her off. Unfettered anger was focused onto Akemi through the eyes of Namiko, as water cascaded down her face.

“The fuck do you want? It’s kind of rude to intrude on a girl in the shower you know. I don’t even like you, so what gives you the right to show yourself in here like this. Go away and leave me to sit here in peace.”

Namiko knew the situation she was in and how bad it looked. What she didn’t know was how bad it looked outside the shower. The amount of time she had spent in here was uncounted. The steam flooding into her bedroom was a mystery to her and honestly she wouldn’t have cared anyway. She just wanted to sit here and suffer. Maybe somebody would do her a favor and not kill this time? She deserved it.

[undyingxiv]

Axolotl Love || Yuuki || Ch. 3 || Closed starter for Namiko (shocking)

The trial was something else, and Yuuki had to admit that they were dissatisfied with the outcome. Kiaria had been cool, and the murder was… legitimately not her fault; she’d done what she could’ve to help. They felt bad for Ginjirou too. But in either case, Yuuki couldn’t comfortably vote for someone innocent. They didn’t hate anyone nearly enough. Sure, they doubted their classmates were as innocent as they seemed… but it wasn’t their place to decide who lived or died. And yet, they played the part anyway. They should just vote for themself. For now, they were distracting themself with investigation.

Of fucking course Hope’s Peak had a gift store. An institution this corrupt, this concerned with appearances above all out. One that cared not for who it hurt, but only for maintaining its existence against all decency. Amoral, using its status for its own benefit, rather than to improve the state of the world. Of. Fucking. Course they would have something as kitschy and capitalist as a gift shop. It was disgus-

Was. Was that an axolotl plushie? It was.

If you blinked, it would’ve seemed like Yuuki teleported. They flash-stepped over to the doll, grabbing it immediately. It had a good weight in their hands… nice and firm. And its magnificent form. That doofy grin! Those short stubby limbs! The bushy gill stalks! Who’d ever seen such a marvelous beast! 

They simply must have it.

Yuuki squeezed it lightly. Met its tiny beady-eyed stare. They were about to cry, it felt. Squish. And look at those cheeks.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. I love you.”

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“Sorry but I already have a boyfriend. I do think you’re cute though. So don’t feel too bad.”

Right behind the axolotl loving Yuuki was Namiko, who had wandered into the store during their obsessive fretting. She seemed smug as ever, but unlike when she held a face before, this one was poorly held on. The painting of it was near perfect, but the mask it rested on was cracked and falling apart. They had gotten better since leaving their room, but not by a lot. Guilt and sorrow weighed on them too much.

“Honestly a gift shop in here? I can’t believe it and I also totally do... I wonder if they sell ghost plushies.”

With that Namiko began to wander within the general area of where Yuuki found their own plush toy. The chances of there being a plush ghost was, extremely low, but she was going to try nonetheless. Maybe the school had one cool thing going for it and it respected the coolness of spooky things?

[undyingxiv]

Mean Girls 2 || Namiko || CH3 Closed With Raya

“Hrmm… Yep. That’s a painting.”

A beautiful landscape painting sat before Namiko on the wall. The plaque said it was extremely famous and honestly, she didn’t get it. Namiko had never been much of an art person. It wasn’t really her thing. She preferred games, spooky stuff, drama. This was just some location out on a canvas and considered amazing. She was willing to bet the original location looked way better.

The decision to come here had come after she got out of her shower. An effort that took, far too much to go into detail here. Mostly because I don’t know how it goes yet. The main point was Namiko had intended to do something to relax her mind. Escape from the hell she was currently in. The Art Museum really wasn’t doing shit for that to be honest. It was, maybe making it worse. Since there was nothing around to actually distract her, she just kept on focusing on Kiaria’s death, again, and again. The look of horror on her face, the blood on the wall, how much she didn’t deserve any of it. It had all been Jun’s fault. yet she suffered. Shaking her head violently, Namiko poorly rushed away the negative thoughts filling into her brain.

“This place sucks so much shit.”

Frustrated and upset she kicked the wall in front of her, jostling several paintings on it. Seeing them respond as such, she got the urge to start wrecking them. The AI would probably punish her for it.

[shslraya]

This was another instance that clearly showed just how different they were. Raya had always been interested in good artwork. It was like a small window to somewhere completely new, and as an artist herself she always liked to appreciate the time, effort and talent that went into creating something like this. It was one of the first places she explored as it opened, taking this time to having a moment of quiet to herself. She was constantly bumping into people and it was tiring, so at least she had this moment. 

And then there was a bang. The confectioner jumped out of her skin for a moment before moving to find the source. What the fuck.

She had been worried that there was a corpse or something and that she’d be a prime suspect again, but when she saw Namiko she wished it was. Hearing her words and seeing the clear disrespect as evident by the footprint in the wall, she wrote out a small message. It wasn’t a paragraph, sure, but she thought that it got her message about perfectly fine.

[ if you break any of the artworks ill break your spine. ]

She rolled her tongue a little, clearly debating on what else to say, eventually writing out something extra.

[ …. why??????? are you kicking things. ]

[freeing-embrace]

A perception check that Namiko didn’t know about was failed as Raya threatened her in text form. All Namiko could focus on was the wall with a bunch of shitty art on it, and the ever present horror of the situation they had found themselves in. Sighing with resignation, she turned, and found a Raya near her, holding her notepad. She had written two messages with, very different tones to them. The first must have happened before the second, obviously.

Namiko just blinked at her, clearly annoyed at having run into Raya. While she was tired, she still really hated this girl. Her very existence could not be forgiven.

“Because the only real friend I have made in fourteen years just died because a guy who couldn’t even be assed to write his own fucking songs tried to kill her and she defended herself.”

The urge to make a comment about Raya’s dead sister came to her but she pushed it down. Not for Raya’s sake but because she didn’t want to start an actual fight right now. Instead she just focused on passively glaring at the pink girl.

“What do you want Raya? If you have come to fight me over my true talent then I would ask you wait for me to be slightly more alive.”

[freeing-embrace]

gachaboi-fumi​:

freeing-embrace​:

As she was enjoying her delicious, fresh pizza, which she worked so hard to make, something came into the periphery of her view. Turning to see what it was, she found Fumi, the trashy gacha lord. While she did dislike Fumi, honestly with this pizza she was in such a good mood, that she was willing to let it go for now. Maybe they could have a slice and chill for a minute? All smiles and sickening sweet radiance, Namiko raised a hand to wave at Fumi.

“Hey Fu-”

As she greeted the gachaboy, something began to fly in her direction. Arcing majestically through the air, little droplets of packing peeanuts plopping onto the ground as they escaped the box, an express package for pain town came her way. Rather, her pizza’s way. With a sickening thud and splat, warm tomato sauce splattered all over the table, a bit getting onto Namiko’s face as packing peanuts scattered everywhere in the immediate area. As if it were a grotesque form of traumatic expression, her face was frozen in the happy go lucky smile she had before, even as a pained screech did it’s best to leave her body without her mouth moving an inch. It didn’t need to move to show the lines of stress and pain that drew across her expression with a quickness.

Eventually she recovered to some unknown degree. At least enough to close her panicking mouth and stop the weird almost silent screaming. Lines of horror marred her face as she simply smiled at Yuuki, mouth at least closed. All before things became, drastically different.

“What the actual fuck is WRONG with you? Do you have any idea how much time I spent on that FUCKING PIZZA? I worked my ASS OFF on that thing! It was delicious and you ruined it with your weird petty bullshit! AUGH!!!”

Yuuki had heard her yell at them for messing up her clothes before and that was a bit startling. Everyone had also seen her yell at Raya for asking to murder her sister, which did have some intensity to it. This was different. Now Namiko had no reason to hold back most of her emotions that human people had. When she shouted before she was containing her anger. So when she was yelling at Fumi now, it must be trusted that she was, loud. There was little doubt that anyone in the neighboring rooms, or even the rooms next to those rooms, heard her screaming at Fumi as if the kid had just ripped the head off of one of her favorite dolls for the fun of it.

Tell me this wasn’t strangely satisfying, like one of those ASMR videos off YouTube. I dare you. Petty? This goes deeper than petty. To think she has the nerve to actually be upset after the amount of bullshit she spouted last time.

“You actually think I give a shit? This isn’t how this whole thing works. You don’t get to be fucking happy after your secret was revealed. So, since this motive didn’t do its job in upsetting you, know that I will.”

Where was your modest persona now Namiko? Continue being mad. He’d already gotten what he came here for so anything after that is just an added bonus. Should you retaliate, it’d still be a win. Extra dopamine for all he cares. 

“Maybe if the pizza that you “worked your ass off” making was to drown out the misery of your sooo motive-worthy status as a fraud being revealed, I would have just given you the side-eye and go about my day.”

“The fact that  you’re here, happy with yourself, upsets me. You shouldn’t be surprised, you had this coming.”

An image of pure fury had engulfed the happiness that had been Namiko. Her knuckles were white from tension and her eyes were doing their best to stab through Fumi’s stupid face. They thought, that because of her secret, that they deserved to ruin her meal? Who even was this kid? Slam! Her fist impacted the table, rattling the peanuts sitting on the surface and causing a slice of pizza to fall off the edge. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, held it, and eventually let it go. She could handle this kid.

“Oh I’m sorry. Did I upset you by helping somebody target your audience? Is that what this is about Fumi? Is the friendly neighborhood gachaboy mad because somebody moved in on their turf?”

She gave a dry, sarcastic laugh. Their anger was rich. It was as if they were entitled to anything from her. Much less the truth. She didn’t owe anything to them. Regardless of what she did, they were still garbage.

“Well too bad, but I can offer them something you never could at Kokoro no Heiwa. I can give your sad, pathetic little whales, a home to actually make something of their miserable, useless lives. Not like they amounted to much in society anyway. I mean only a complete sack of shit would drop out of life to run away to what is known of already as a cult. Honestly I think Kokoro no Heiwa might even be of service to you. When your little games drain them dry of almost everything they have and they become unable to function, they come to me. We have no internet so they can’t say how the gachaboy Fumi fucking ruined their lives by getting them into the games in the first place. See Fumi, I am your ally.”

Snide and mocking, her smile was grossly sincere compared to the one she had normally shown when she was doing her Cult Leader act. You wanted the opinions of the real Namiko? Well now you had them, and she didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of it. None of these people mattered. They were just cogs in a wheel she was determined to abuse for her own benefit. Giving another dry chuckle, her smile dropped, and her mood soured into disdain.

“You’re worthless. At least I provide a service in getting people who have no worth to society out of the way. I invite them to a place where they can live away from those they will be a burden on, all while they can praise the beautiful Namiko for saving them. What do you again? Oh yeah, that’s right. “Hello everyone, Gachaboy Fumi here again! I am here this week to tell you how to get the best chances at defying your corporate masters in the gacha game sphere! Next week I will be showing you how you can make easy money on CSGO lotto too! Now remember, hit that like and subscribe button, and don;t forget to ring that motherfucking bell icon!”” She dropped the momentary sarcastic act and resumed her disdainful look at Fumi. “Sorry I angered the person who advises introduces kids to babies first gambling addiction. my bad bro.”

[undyingxiv]

I'm Rude Now || Namiko || Ch2, Closed Fumi Thread

Alone in the lunch room sat a single cult leader. Well, actually she was the figurehead for a cult. With a wide cheerful smile she held a steaming piece of pizza in her hand. Onions, mushrooms, chicken, some tofu pieces, and green peppers, all resting on deliciously melted cheese that was oh so close to dripping off the slice onto the table beneath. They didn’t offer pizza like that precooked did they? Did Namiko make this thing? Was her actual true talent cooking? No it was tricking people. Including you lot of chumps. Yeah that’s right I am pointing at the readers her. Absolutely hecken fooled mate.

Her feet kicked back and forth under the table, the perfect image of a happy teenage girl enjoying a delicious meal. Maybe whoever saw her like this would be so kind as to forget she was a bastard? She really deserved it. I mean look at that adorable face right there. She is just so darn cute. Can you really stay mad at that? Whether anyone was mad at her or not didn’t seem to be a worry on her mind at all. It was like she didn’t just get outed for being an absolute piece of shit after tricking so many in this building by trying to make them she was like a mother to her followers.

[gachaboi-fumi]

The motives that have been revealed as of late haven’t been anything of note honestly. Shoko? Basic, saw that from a mile away. Yuuki? A mood. Make your coin if you have to, he won’t judge. Mahiro? Pathetic. The virgin Mahiro who can’t even get a date vs the chad Fumi who’s been in a loving relationship for years.

All of which are things people wouldn’t kill someone over, or at least shouldn’t. Though at this point he’s tired of giving these people the benefit of the doubt. All of you, except Rosalia (and Akemi to an extent), do not have rights. None.

So imagine him. In the play area, you know, the first place you go when you want to think about life, just sitting pondering existence and then seeing that on your screen.

“Namiko Izayoi isn’t the real leader of Kokoro no Heiwa; she’s just the figurehead of the whole cult and has been this entire time.”

Despite everything that happened last time the two interacted, Fumi barely managed to maintain a tiny sliver of tolerance for the girl. The cult’s cause was at least respectable in his eyes, even if their methods didn’t actually improve anything. Now? Electric chair. Death penalty.

Anyways, how does he react to this new found information? Revenge. Lucky, that he had the decency to clean up the unused room after he was dunked on. Karma time. Sorry to any passerby that had to bear witness to Fumi in such a state. The sight of him, power walking throughout the hallways must have been quite something to see.

He arrives in the lunch room after scouring the school grounds. Oh? Is little Miss play-pretend enjoying her meal over there enjoying her meal? Fresh off the oven? It’d be a shame to waste your meal like that.

He tosses the contents of the peanut filled box in her direction, taking aim at the girl’s pizza. He also tosses the box as well, as a treat.

[freeing-embrace]

As she was enjoying her delicious, fresh pizza, which she worked so hard to make, something came into the periphery of her view. Turning to see what it was, she found Fumi, the trashy gacha lord. While she did dislike Fumi, honestly with this pizza she was in such a good mood, that she was willing to let it go for now. Maybe they could have a slice and chill for a minute? All smiles and sickening sweet radiance, Namiko raised a hand to wave at Fumi.

“Hey Fu-”

As she greeted the gachaboy, something began to fly in her direction. Arcing majestically through the air, little droplets of packing peeanuts plopping onto the ground as they escaped the box, an express package for pain town came her way. Rather, her pizza’s way. With a sickening thud and splat, warm tomato sauce splattered all over the table, a bit getting onto Namiko’s face as packing peanuts scattered everywhere in the immediate area. As if it were a grotesque form of traumatic expression, her face was frozen in the happy go lucky smile she had before, even as a pained screech did it’s best to leave her body without her mouth moving an inch. It didn’t need to move to show the lines of stress and pain that drew across her expression with a quickness.

Eventually she recovered to some unknown degree. At least enough to close her panicking mouth and stop the weird almost silent screaming. Lines of horror marred her face as she simply smiled at Yuuki, mouth at least closed. All before things became, drastically different.

“What the actual fuck is WRONG with you? Do you have any idea how much time I spent on that FUCKING PIZZA? I worked my ASS OFF on that thing! It was delicious and you ruined it with your weird petty bullshit! AUGH!!!”

Yuuki had heard her yell at them for messing up her clothes before and that was a bit startling. Everyone had also seen her yell at Raya for asking to murder her sister, which did have some intensity to it. This was different. Now Namiko had no reason to hold back most of her emotions that human people had. When she shouted before she was containing her anger. So when she was yelling at Fumi now, it must be trusted that she was, loud. There was little doubt that anyone in the neighboring rooms, or even the rooms next to those rooms, heard her screaming at Fumi as if the kid had just ripped the head off of one of her favorite dolls for the fun of it.

[shslsatired]

freeing-embrace​:

Namiko looked like there were several cogs in her brain trying to run in reverse to process most of what Yuuki had said. Now, she wasn’t as smart as Yuuki but even this degree of inability to comprehend what they said was extreme. She was a lot smarter than she often made herself seem and yet here she was. A dead look was in her eyes and it was very likely that if you tried to look within them you would find a group of confused math ladies working together on an incomprehensible problem.  Eventually her what must have been a minute or two of processing sputtered out and she broke. 

“H- Huh?”

Man she was absolutely lost wasn’t she? There was probably a roll of steam flowing out of the top of her head right now from things breaking down. Was this that kind of media? Poor Yuuki was probably wondering what the hell was wrong with this girl. Well, what was wrong with her in a way that wasn’t involved with her being an evil cult leader. That one was obvious. Scrunching her brow together, she seemed to be coming to something but lost it.

“I just… I don’t get it. Of course if your family is awful to you then you aren’t going to treat them the same. I just, don’t understand, the idea, of, being that way. How, do you want to hurt family? You rely on one another. Even parents rely on their children in their own ways. So, why would somebody hurt their family when they have done nothing to them? Why can’t they see a mistake they made and get past it. Like…”

She sook her head and looked at Yuuki with a legitimate expression of distress. Why was this bothering her so much? Shit just happened right? Not everyone was a good person, even to family. Yet while she so easily accepted people were often trash, to be trash to family surpassed her understanding easily.

“Family hurts each other sometimes. It happens. Everyone hurts people on accident or when they don’t mean it but… You apologize, forgive, move on. That’s, how family works! How can you not do that? It’s… You have to!”

At this point it was almost as if she was becoming desperate. Forget it bothering her. This topic was causing her clear pain to process. It was so deeply against her very understanding of what one should do, against her moral code of life, that the mere idea it could be normal was like an act of aggression to her psyche.

Yuuki’s expression didn’t betray much. If Namiko’s confusion affected them in any way, it was impossible to tell by looking at their face. They remained as neutral as ever. Watching this girl try and fail to put together the fact that some families don’t like each other, right in front of them? It was kind of embarrassing. How did this girl lead a cult (we know now)? They shouldn’t have to put up with this, and they certainly weren’t gonna console someone they saw no point in helping for being wrong.

“Oh shit, did Namiko.exe just crash? Why do people hurt anyone when they’ve done nothing to hurt them? There’s so many different breeds of asshole out there. There’s assholes like you, who think they’re doing everyone a service and are just oh so great. Assholes like me.” They tapped on their watch. “You don’t even need to be human to be an asshole, Daichi’s right here.” They tsk’d. “Believe it or not, you don’t have to love your family.”

This sounded like the kind of thing that an abusive family would impart on a child, rather than an independent thought on Namiko’s part. But that thought didn’t last long; Yuuki wasn’t here to psychoanalyze the literal (presumed at this point) cult leader.

"You know, for all your talk of society being a problem, that sure is some socially regressive shit you’re touting. We should ‘forgive?’ Even if a family member apologizes, why put the impetus on the victim to consider the value of family? That’s ass fucking backwards, and people have no obligation to forgive people who mistreated them, family or no. But hey, what do I know?" 

Yuuki shook their head. They could tell this sucked for Namiko, who’d already suffered a head injury. 1.) They didn’t want to make another one, and 2.) There was little point to trying to tell her otherwise, nothing they could say would have any impact. They simply spun their chair away, tucking their legs under it as it spun and collided with a desk. 

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Something seemed to begin to click within Namiko’s mind. Her eyes became focused for a second, and the clouds blocking the sunlight in her mind began to part. Yes, she is understanding. She know now what family truly means! She- wait, no, never mind. She hasn’t changed one bit and in fact is still extremely hard pressed to get what Yuuki is making a point of. There is no way she is figuring this out today. What did collect properly within her mind was a different understanding. Looking up from the floor which she had been transfixed on in her lost state, she locked her gaze on Yuuki. It was a sad, pitiful one. As if Yuuki were a wounded kitten or a hungry child. That was what Namiko saw before her. It was absolutely pathetic, and heart breaking. Something to almost bring a tear to your eye.

“Oh, poor Yuuki. I am so sorry. I didn’t understand.”

There was absolutely no chance that this meant she had figured them out and Yuuki had to know that. She wasn’t that stupid. Namiko leaned forward, slowly getting up from where she sat she approach the spinning Yuuki. Her hands were pressed together in a fretful mashing of fingers and she came closer to them.

“I didn’t realize, that your home life must have been so terrible, so horrible as to make you feel that way. I am, so sorry. You aren’t the best person. You may be a useless neet with no real life skills or ability. But you don’t deserve that kind of thing still. I will try not to talk about it since it is, obvious such a painful thing for you.”

Hold up. What?

[shslsatired]

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Yuuki was absolutely right. Something that needed to be said more, just not as much as they actually probably deserved. You don’t just come up behind a girl and bonk her on the head hard enough to knock her unconscious without some level of murderous intent. Luckily she somehow didn’t bite it. Fortune truly did look in her favor. You know, as long as you ignored the whole “Trapped a murder game set to die by explosion” thing. Namiko herself almost seemed a little bitter to acknowledge that Yuuki was probably right, despite feeling it might be true right before Yuuki confirmed it.

“I guess I am lucky to have a hard head then. It takes a lot to get through this skull.” She reached up to lightly tap her head with her fist. Bonk bonk. “Ouch!”

Yeah that was stupid. She was going to go back to sulking instead of trying to make cute gestures. Just image she is making her usual minor but still adorable actions. That and you can also ignore the scowl spreading across her face with what Yuuki told them about their family. She really did take the whole family thing pretty seriously from what it seemed. If it had turned out Raya did those things to her sister instead of the other way around, who knows what Namiko may have done? I do, but do you?

“I don’t have a brother, or sister, or other. I am a lone child, and… If somebody did anything like that to my sibling,”

“I, would, murder, them.”

She was probably just exaggerating, probably. The terrifying nature of her face and, everything, quickly faded back to the usual sadness as she continued.

“It is really shitty that your siblings were awful to you. That’s just, not right. Family is all you have for so many. You can’t choose family, but you are supposed to, you know, help each other. I know that bad households exist, I just. I can’t imagine why? Even an evil, terrible person, should be good to their family.”

Yuuki crossed their arms disapprovingly. Namiko acting in a cute way bothered them, because it was objectively cute and they didn’t like evil people like Namiko being cute to get sympathy points. They pointed out she needed first aid, and would get it if she refused to herself. If only to prove her wrong that they were just some laze-about do-nothing neet.

Made sense, Namiko was an only child, imagine being the sibling to a dude who started a cult, fucking. Wild. Still at her explanation, Yuuki remained nonplussed, and just. Clicked their tongue.

“Okay, calm your tits. You can’t call someone edgy in one breath and then talk about murdering someone while your face gets all shadowy and serious for dramatic effect the next. It’s hypocritical.” 

Knowing that Namiko’s ire wasn’t directed at them had given them back some confidence. Jk, they were never confident. But a lack of confidence didn’t mean they couldn’t be fucking rude all the time. 

“I’ll tell you why that happens. You call society flawed, and that’s true, but that’s only because it reflects the flaws of its component parts, you and me. We as a species were blessed with the level of thought that enables us to look at each other and go ‘man fuck that guy. Fucking hate that dude.’ People will hate each other, no matter what ties supposedly bind them.“ 

Aside from their siblings, Yuuki didn’t hate their family. Their mom was rad, and their dad… he was alright, they guessed. But they never saw themselves as being obligated to be good to them. To love their family above all else. They didn’t get that, pretending to care about people if you didn’t otherwise like them. They cared about their mom because she cared about them, not because she was their mom.

“Who taught you that bullshit? Was it your family? No one’s obligated to care about anyone. Maybe they’re a dirtbag for doing so, but in the end, if someone’s shit to you, you have no obligation to forgive them just because you have the same DNA.” They shrugged. “I hope I never see my siblings again. I don’t think about them, much. And I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual. That’s just how I am.”

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Namiko looked like there were several cogs in her brain trying to run in reverse to process most of what Yuuki had said. Now, she wasn’t as smart as Yuuki but even this degree of inability to comprehend what they said was extreme. She was a lot smarter than she often made herself seem and yet here she was. A dead look was in her eyes and it was very likely that if you tried to look within them you would find a group of confused math ladies working together on an incomprehensible problem.  Eventually her what must have been a minute or two of processing sputtered out and she broke. 

“H- Huh?”

Man she was absolutely lost wasn’t she? There was probably a roll of steam flowing out of the top of her head right now from things breaking down. Was this that kind of media? Poor Yuuki was probably wondering what the hell was wrong with this girl. Well, what was wrong with her in a way that wasn’t involved with her being an evil cult leader. That one was obvious. Scrunching her brow together, she seemed to be coming to something but lost it.

“I just... I don’t get it. Of course if your family is awful to you then you aren’t going to treat them the same. I just, don’t understand, the idea, of, being that way. How, do you want to hurt family? You rely on one another. Even parents rely on their children in their own ways. So, why would somebody hurt their family when they have done nothing to them? Why can’t they see a mistake they made and get past it. Like...”

She sook her head and looked at Yuuki with a legitimate expression of distress. Why was this bothering her so much? Shit just happened right? Not everyone was a good person, even to family. Yet while she so easily accepted people were often trash, to be trash to family surpassed her understanding easily.

“Family hurts each other sometimes. It happens. Everyone hurts people on accident or when they don’t mean it but... You apologize, forgive, move on. That’s, how family works! How can you not do that? It’s... You have to!”

At this point it was almost as if she was becoming desperate. Forget it bothering her. This topic was causing her clear pain to process. It was so deeply against her very understanding of what one should do, against her moral code of life, that the mere idea it could be normal was like an act of aggression to her psyche.

[shslsatired]

freeing-embrace​:

Namiko looked as if she had been drained of all the life within her and suddenly squished to show just exactly how deflated she was. Eyes that normally held life with either anger or happiness, were dull. Quietly she shifted over towards the computer without an internet before slumping down into the seat sitting near it. The cushion almost seemed to be trying to eat her with how she rested atop it. Looking up at Yuuki, she did her best to hold back feelings that would cause her too much trouble to express.

“I haven’t. Maybe I should? It feels like somebody tried to split my head in half with that bottle. Then again, I guess they really did try to. Maybe people were right at the trial, and somebody actually did try to kill me then? Crack my head open and kill Raya’s sister to frame her for it? The idea of somebody trying to kill me is, terrifying. I don’t know which bothers me more. The idea that Raya attacked me just to kill her own sister, or the idea that somebody tried to murder before framing it on an innocent person. This is all just, so terrible, and… I just want to go home.”

She pulled her legs into the seat and hugged them close, resting her chin on her knees. Well maintained, pretty blue nails dug slightly into her skin. Whether through anger or fear was uncertain.

“The reason, I let it get to me, is because I can’t help it… I mean, you have a cool and famous mom. I am sure she is great to you, and does everything she can for you. My parents are like that too. And if I had a sister, I would want to be like that for her. Even if she was the same age or older. That’s just, how family acts. You do what you can to help each other get by. Even if it’s hard. The idea that even if she was bluffing, to make herself seem tough, that she would say that. I, can’t forgive that. I don’t want to forgive that. It would mean understanding it on some level. Even if her sister hurt her. Even if Raya wasn’t lying about all that… What kind of fucked up people do you have to be?”

She had not exactly planned to talk to Yuuki about anything legitimate aside from their aspirations. That or lecture them about being useful in life. For some reason this girl had a habbit of running into her at the exact worst times. Why couldn’t it be somebody like Kiaria? Even if Namiko though that, she still spoke to them about things, and Yuuki had saved her. Yuuki was one of the better people here, even if they were a neet loser.

Ohhh boy, she was going full blank on them. Yuuki didn’t know how to deal with this kinda situation. They were much better at arguing and dealing with people who tried to argue back, not any kind of genuine emotional response. There was some clear hesitation on their part while they buffered for a bit. Uhhhh.

“Maybe you should? Hmmm, yeah! Maybe. No wonder your head still hurts, you big blonde bumblefuck, did you do anything to treat it?” Considering she wasn’t nearly in as bad shape as she was when they found her, clearly, yeah, but Yuuki expected her to be more proactive. Expecting niceness from Yuuki, still, was asking a bit much. “And you call me useless. Ask him, or I’ll do it for you, or I’ll do it for you.”

If you asked them about it, they’d probably say they just didn’t want to have to risk hearing Namiko complain about her head hurting, just help her now and get it over with. Yuuki joined her at the computer; even sitting, Namiko was probably closer to Yuuki’s height than they liked.

“They definitely wanted to kill you. They struck you in the head and then left you behind to bleed out. Ain’t a lot of room for ambiguity there.” Raya was hardly what yuuki’d call innocent, but yeah. 

They listened to her go, and nodded along with her. Were they… actually listening? They didn’t just understand why their mom came into it, even if she was right.

“Siblings aren’t always great. I had a brother and a sister who would torment me and my pets all the time. Just because siblings are family doesn’t mean you have to respect them. They can be shit, sometimes. Can’t say I understand hating someone so much you’d say you want to kill them, but no one’s experience is universal.” Eloquent as always. “Do you have a brother?” Quirked eyebrow. “Some people think that because they were mistreated in the past gives them the right to mistreat others.” Those were two somewhat contradictory statements. They shook their head. “But that bullshit, back at Akemi’s meeting and the trial? Whether he meant it or not, I think most agree that kinda thinking is fucking stupid and extreme.”

Yuuki pulled up a chair and sat down as well. They weren’t about to just fucking. Walk away, while Namiko was blatantly upset. They were not that emotionally dead. They just. Awkwardly patted her on the arm. “Some people just suck shit. Thought you knew that already.” They were gradually trying to move this away from Raya specifically because. Well. Talking about her specifically was the problem here. 

Wait a second, Yuuki was talking to a cult leader. They forgot about that for a second. Good thing they remembered.

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Yuuki was absolutely right. Something that needed to be said more, just not as much as they actually probably deserved. You don’t just come up behind a girl and bonk her on the head hard enough to knock her unconscious without some level of murderous intent. Luckily she somehow didn’t bite it. Fortune truly did look in her favor. You know, as long as you ignored the whole “Trapped a murder game set to die by explosion” thing. Namiko herself almost seemed a little bitter to acknowledge that Yuuki was probably right, despite feeling it might be true right before Yuuki confirmed it.

“I guess I am lucky to have a hard head then. It takes a lot to get through this skull.” She reached up to lightly tap her head with her fist. Bonk bonk. “Ouch!”

Yeah that was stupid. She was going to go back to sulking instead of trying to make cute gestures. Just image she is making her usual minor but still adorable actions. That and you can also ignore the scowl spreading across her face with what Yuuki told them about their family. She really did take the whole family thing pretty seriously from what it seemed. If it had turned out Raya did those things to her sister instead of the other way around, who knows what Namiko may have done? I do, but do you?

“I don’t have a brother, or sister, or other. I am a lone child, and... If somebody did anything like that to my sibling,”

“I, would, murder, them.”

She was probably just exaggerating, probably. The terrifying nature of her face and, everything, quickly faded back to the usual sadness as she continued.

“It is really shitty that your siblings were awful to you. That’s just, not right. Family is all you have for so many. You can’t choose family, but you are supposed to, you know, help each other. I know that bad households exist, I just. I can’t imagine why? Even an evil, terrible person, should be good to their family.”

[shslsatired]

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In her work to properly stack and prepare the leaflets for mass distribution throughout the school, Namiko failed to notice the person who had joined them in the room. That was until she turned and was rather near a Yuuki who was talking to them. It would have been comedic to jump in surprise and send papers flying everywhere. Sadly all she did was stand there, blinking at them. All before she grew a sour form of kind smile. As if it had been left in the sun long enough to rot but the heat had tanned it to stick in it’s happy placement.

“I don’t care if she did it.”

The almost cheerful tone to this bluntly presented statement was followed up on by her turning to place the stack of what must have been forty leaflets onto a table. How many was she printing?

“She asked me to murder her sister for her. Her, sister. I mean, honestly. Can you…”

It was quite clear that her cheerful demeanor was diminishing and the tan on that smile was stretching. The more she spoke about what happened the more she lost it. It wasn’t okay. None of it was okay! Turning back to Yuuki it became clear exactly how furious she was at Raya, and the things she had done.

“Can you imagine asking somebody to murder your own fucking sister? MURDER? That isn’t some random person. It isn’t life or death for you. It is KILLING YOUR SISTER! YOUR FAMILY!”

Yelling in frustration like a wild animal that had stubbed it’s toe on a coffee table, Namiko proceeded to flip the small table she had set the papers on, sending them flying around the room. After that she took a deep breath, and calmed down. Nah I’m just kidding. She stayed really pissed.

“I don’t fucking CARE if she regretted asking! I don’t CARE if she feels bad that somebody did it! She ASKED FOR IT! Even if she didn’t entirely mean it, word’s have power, meaning, and she said boldly that she WANTED, HER, DEAD!”

Rearing back she kicked the machine and it did not move. Her toe inside her shoe did and she recoiled in pain. Placing a hand on the press, she finally took some deep breaths, pain having stalled her bottled up furry. Eventually she looked at Yuuki, a little calmer.

“It really hurt Yuuki. It still hurts. My head, I mean.”

There was like. Zero warning before things went from zero to a hundred real quick. And suddenly a table was being flipped in Yuuki’s general direction and they just sort of had to get out of the way. Okay, Namiko was mad again, thankfully(?) not at them this time(?) which meant they probably(?) weren’t gonna get the shit kicked out of them (please don’t kick the shit out of them). This was getting immediately out of hand, and Yuuki glanced off to the side.

“Hey, hey, Yeah, we all know. And we all agree that was fucking scummy, and that her dumb histrionics after and at the trial were dumb.” Yuuki scratched her head. “I was hoping someone would admit to it at the trial so Raya’d look stupid and admit she didn’t know, but she did a perfectly fine job of making an ass out of herself.” 

Namiko was totally not cool with that. Yuuki wouldn’t be either, if they had to put up with someone like that. They didn’t understand why Raya acted like she did, and they didn’t particularly care to 1.) think about it, 2.) try to analyze it with Namiko. 

“I mean, yeah, it’s a fucking awful, edgy thing to ask, but I think you’re attributing to her far more importance than she deserves.” Yuuki was curious. “Any reason you’re giving strength to her words specifically? She did say them, but it sounded like a lot of blustering to me.” There was more curiosity than usual in her voice; Yuuki wanted to know where this was coming from.

Yuuki shrugged. Of course it still hurt. “Yeah, it fuckin’ looked like it, I tell you what.” They didn’t regret helping Namiko, they’d do it again if presented the opportunity, but they were coming to see engaging right now might have been a bad move. “Did you try asking Daichi for painkillers or something? Like, c’mon. If it’s bothering you, it’s worth a shot.” 

[freeing-embrace]

Namiko looked as if she had been drained of all the life within her and suddenly squished to show just exactly how deflated she was. Eyes that normally held life with either anger or happiness, were dull. Quietly she shifted over towards the computer without an internet before slumping down into the seat sitting near it. The cushion almost seemed to be trying to eat her with how she rested atop it. Looking up at Yuuki, she did her best to hold back feelings that would cause her too much trouble to express.

“I haven’t. Maybe I should? It feels like somebody tried to split my head in half with that bottle. Then again, I guess they really did try to. Maybe people were right at the trial, and somebody actually did try to kill me then? Crack my head open and kill Raya’s sister to frame her for it? The idea of somebody trying to kill me is, terrifying. I don’t know which bothers me more. The idea that Raya attacked me just to kill her own sister, or the idea that somebody tried to murder before framing it on an innocent person. This is all just, so terrible, and... I just want to go home.”

She pulled her legs into the seat and hugged them close, resting her chin on her knees. Well maintained, pretty blue nails dug slightly into her skin. Whether through anger or fear was uncertain.

“The reason, I let it get to me, is because I can’t help it... I mean, you have a cool and famous mom. I am sure she is great to you, and does everything she can for you. My parents are like that too. And if I had a sister, I would want to be like that for her. Even if she was the same age or older. That’s just, how family acts. You do what you can to help each other get by. Even if it’s hard. The idea that even if she was bluffing, to make herself seem tough, that she would say that. I, can’t forgive that. I don’t want to forgive that. It would mean understanding it on some level. Even if her sister hurt her. Even if Raya wasn’t lying about all that... What kind of fucked up people do you have to be?”

She had not exactly planned to talk to Yuuki about anything legitimate aside from their aspirations. That or lecture them about being useful in life. For some reason this girl had a habbit of running into her at the exact worst times. Why couldn’t it be somebody like Kiaria? Even if Namiko though that, she still spoke to them about things, and Yuuki had saved her. Yuuki was one of the better people here, even if they were a neet loser.

[undyingxiv]

Quick Before Akemi Moves In || Namiko || Ch 2 Closed Thread, Yuuki

A room filled with printing material, media resources, and editorial machinations. It was surely a useful room for their time here, and one that would very likely be difficult to properly check out further down the line. That very reason being, eventually Akemi would probably move in and start regulating the items within the room. She didn’t have the power to do this but Namiko had a pretty good feeling that is exactly what would happen. So she was here now before things got out of hand.

Yet, there was one odd thing about this room. Why was there a wet floor sign in the middle of the room? The floor wasn’t even wet. Why? It was a mystery which plagued at her mind as she investigated other parts of the talent room. No matter where she went within the space, it mocked her, demanding her attention. She needed to do something to distract herself. So, why not use the equipment here.

That was how the sound of the printing machine came to fill the room for a short period, and papers began to stack at the end of the machine for distribution. What had she gone to the trouble of making during her time here? It was just a few papers that exclaimed “Raya is a bad liar and an edgy teenage requester of sororicide.” with nice inked etching on the edges of the paper. This wasn’t petty. Don’t you dare think this is petty.

[shslsatired]

The newsroom: the site of their first experiment, and a room of personal interest to a quasi-journalist such as Yuuki Yoshida. They traipsed in, happy to hear the sound of someone already inside; glad to know others were getting use out of the room. Yuuki probably wouldn’t talk to them. Of course, that was before they realized who it was. Namiko in here, huh? What was she up to?

“Here to print out some propaganda, are ya?”

They strode past the wet floor sign that they’d left there, walking to where the papers were starting to print. Taking a peek. This’d be libel, if it weren’t true. Namiko wasn’t proselytizing, she was just. Being mean to one of her classmates. Yuuki didn’t especially care about it. What they did care about was .. how badly she was doing it. Had Namiko never been bullied in her life? These were just common sense statements everyone knew by observing Raya.

“If you’re trying to make a point, you could di a lot better. I mean, c'mon. This headline sucks poopy butthole.” There’s something to be said about Yuuki’s ability to balance their apparent intelligence and. That.

They clicked their tongue, sighing. Badmouthing people where they couldn’t hear themselves being badmouthed wasn’t Yuuki’s thing, usually; they spoke to be heard. But they could understand Namiko’s frustrations, just this once. Especially considering Namiko and Raya’s… interactions. At akemi’s meeting.

“Sounds like they really got to you at that trial, huh? You still think they’re the one that beaned you? How’s your head doing, anyway?”

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In her work to properly stack and prepare the leaflets for mass distribution throughout the school, Namiko failed to notice the person who had joined them in the room. That was until she turned and was rather near a Yuuki who was talking to them. It would have been comedic to jump in surprise and send papers flying everywhere. Sadly all she did was stand there, blinking at them. All before she grew a sour form of kind smile. As if it had been left in the sun long enough to rot but the heat had tanned it to stick in it’s happy placement.

“I don’t care if she did it.”

The almost cheerful tone to this bluntly presented statement was followed up on by her turning to place the stack of what must have been forty leaflets onto a table. How many was she printing?

“She asked me to murder her sister for her. Her, sister. I mean, honestly. Can you...”

It was quite clear that her cheerful demeanor was diminishing and the tan on that smile was stretching. The more she spoke about what happened the more she lost it. It wasn’t okay. None of it was okay! Turning back to Yuuki it became clear exactly how furious she was at Raya, and the things she had done.

“Can you imagine asking somebody to murder your own fucking sister? MURDER? That isn’t some random person. It isn’t life or death for you. It is KILLING YOUR SISTER! YOUR FAMILY!”

Yelling in frustration like a wild animal that had stubbed it’s toe on a coffee table, Namiko proceeded to flip the small table she had set the papers on, sending them flying around the room. After that she took a deep breath, and calmed down. Nah I’m just kidding. She stayed really pissed.

“I don’t fucking CARE if she regretted asking! I don’t CARE if she feels bad that somebody did it! She ASKED FOR IT! Even if she didn’t entirely mean it, word’s have power, meaning, and she said boldly that she WANTED, HER, DEAD!”

Rearing back she kicked the machine and it did not move. Her toe inside her shoe did and she recoiled in pain. Placing a hand on the press, she finally took some deep breaths, pain having stalled her bottled up furry. Eventually she looked at Yuuki, a little calmer.

“It really hurt Yuuki. It still hurts. My head, I mean.”

[mokadevs]

freeing-embrace​:

Plop plop plop plop plop plop… SPLOOOSH!

A tidal wave of water and chaos washed over Namiko, sending her sinking into the very depths of the Lazy river, flailing wildly with a panicked look on her face. For some reason, she had not anticipated somebody throwing themselves so aggressively into the water near her. As she sunk to the bottom, eyes wide, and mind blank, she watched above her as her interloper began to surface. Well, that was just rude.  

Her butt touched the bottom of the long pool eventually, causing her to gently bounce under water. Blinking, she looked around before looking back up again. Narrowing her gaze, she pushed off the bottom and quickly returned to the surface. Without much fanfare, her head rose out of the water, staring straight at Shoko, somewhat displeased.

“No, it’s fine. I should have been prepared for this eventuality.”

It didn’t seem like she felt it was okay.

Shoko seems to recover fairly quickly from the predicament, bowing as best she can when partially submerged in water.

“Well, if there’s no issue, then!”

Completely ignoring the other girl’s disgruntled expression, Shoko holds a hand out with a grin spread across her face.

“How about Shoko-chan makes it up to you! She’ll do your nails later, if you want. She’s not wearing anything right now, but you definitely got a look at her whole array she had going on during trial, right? It takes a lotta effort to look as pretty as that, y’know!”

She puffs her chest out.

“What sorta clothes do people wear in your cult, Nami-chan? Do they all have that minimalist white-n-blue look that you’ve got goin’ on? Shoko-chan’s pretty partial to blue herself, umu, though she finds herself favoring yellow more than white.”

[freeing-embrace]

To be entirely honest, Namiko was somewhat displeased by the whole, cannonball affair. It had been a perfectly serene time before this human embodiment of twitch streamer cringe dive bombed right into their lovely moment. It was going to take a lot to cause her to get over this.

“Of course there is no-”

“Did you say you would do my nails for me?”

Well that seems to have worked pretty effectively. Straight from generally displeased directly into somewhat pleasant and happy, as if nothing had happened. Only her still disheveled hair really told otherwise. On top of that Shoko seemed to have no problem with her group she lead. Maybe this girl wasn’t so bad after all? Figures the cult leader would get along with the twitch streamer. The two were close enough in function. Namiko just launched head first into normal conversation.

“Actually the people in Kokoro No Heiwa wear whatever they please. A part of the rules for our community is abandoning the requirements from normal society to look a certain way at certain times. We just ask you be adequately clothed in public. Otherwise, it is up to them. I wear the dress I do because I like it. It shows off my natural beauty. Well that and.”

“I am the representation of our group. While we do not hold such ideals within our own town, I do have to interact with society as a whole which means I have to conform to what they desire. Which means looking as pretty as I can, having a healthy dose of makeup and the proper fixings. It’s a whole ordeal. I assume you know how it is considering you are also a public figure. It is fun making yourself look pretty but it can sometimes be less fun when it is a must to be taken seriously all the time.”

Well that sure was a downer addition to an otherwise pretty nice tone of conversation. The expectation for Shoko to be insufferable being so thoroughly defeated, really had taken down several of Namiko’s shields. Maybe this person could relate to her?

[undyingxiv]

Gets Absolutely Pampered || Namiko Izayoi || Ch 2 closed thread, Shoko

Murder was bad. Executing people who were just saving others, was also bad. In fact everything here that they had been doing, was pretty bad. There were perhaps better ways to describe the events taking place within Neo Hope’s Peak than “bad, but Namiko in her current state would fail to think of them.

Laid out on top of a placid, glass like surface, Namiko floated along in the lazy river. Her long blond hair sprawling out in the water around her head as if it were a halo of sunshine stretching out to corrupt the water’s surface. It was a good she had thought to bring her swimsuit in her luggage or else this would have been a lot less nice of a moment. The calming blue one piece fitting perfectly with her modest personality.

All around was the serene sound of trickling water, and the emptiness of an area inhabited only by her. Such peace would not last but for now, she treasured it. In a nearly sleep like state she simply lay there, drifting in the water, rising and falling within the water with each breath she took.

“Kairaimori needs a pool.”

[gurumiin]

To say that Shoko was peeved would be a bit of an understatement. It wasn’t really sexy when someone attempted to frame you for murder, after all, not to mention that she’d probably never be able to look at a slice of her delicious Grandma’s Ramen Apple Pie without feeling sick again… well, at least she’d get to live for another few hours, right?

Nonetheless, she decided to wash her worries away with another activity altogether.

“CanoooonnnbaAAAALLL!!!!”

Without looking where she was going, Shoko opted to throw herself headfirst into the spa lazy river. Sure, it’d be pretty rude to do something like that if someone else was enjoying the spa, but Shoko was pretty sure it had been empty before she had jumped, so–

…ah. About that.

“E-eh??! You were– Shoko-chan just– ghk.”

For once, Shoko seems to have the presence around her to look a little bit ashamed with the entire situation, scratching her head with as much guilt as she could muster.

“Uhm… uhm uhm, Shoko-chan’s real sorry about… ruining your spa time… geh. U-uh, you’re… Nami-chan, right?”

[freeing-embrace]

Plop plop plop plop plop plop... SPLOOOSH!

A tidal wave of water and chaos washed over Namiko, sending her sinking into the very depths of the Lazy river, flailing wildly with a panicked look on her face. For some reason, she had not anticipated somebody throwing themselves so aggressively into the water near her. As she sunk to the bottom, eyes wide, and mind blank, she watched above her as her interloper began to surface. Well, that was just rude.  

Her butt touched the bottom of the long pool eventually, causing her to gently bounce under water. Blinking, she looked around before looking back up again. Narrowing her gaze, she pushed off the bottom and quickly returned to the surface. Without much fanfare, her head rose out of the water, staring straight at Shoko, somewhat displeased.

“No, it’s fine. I should have been prepared for this eventuality.”

It didn’t seem like she felt it was okay.

[shslsatired]

freeing-embrace​:

Alright so they did the thing and were now slightly less pathetic as a human being. So, now what was Namiko going to do? They didn’t really want to babysit this kid, but they also had stuff to do. She did have drying to do. Of course, she still had to do one thing before she grabbed her clothes to dry them. Moving near Yuuki as they sat on the washing machine, she reached out and gently patted them on the head. 

“Good job Yuuki.”

They were going to go absolutely feral at that. It was perfect. Pretty satisfied with herself, she cheerfully moved over to her ruined stuff and gathered them out of the washing machine. Closing the thing up, she found the nearest drier and tossed them in before starting it up. Yuuki may or may not be yelling at them but she was ignoring it if they were. It would do them some good. Stretching and yawning, she turned back on the useless girl.

“Don’t you feel good having learned something new?”

She was absolutely making fun of them. It wasn’t even subtle.

Head pats. Normally, coming from a cute girl like Namiko, they wouldn’t mind them. Except. This was Namiko. Who was trying to be condescending and also. Kind of “ambiguously” evil. There was zero trust, and they accepted the head pat without acknowledging where it came from. The sentiment was there.

And you know what? Yeah. It didn’t feel bad to do something like that for themself. It felt good actually. Their mom didn’t need to be so pushy about not letting Yuuki do laundry, they were perfectly capable of doing things themself.

“Why yes, Namiko! Or should I say Mom-iko? I feel just grand! Perhaps you could teach me more housely duties over some tea and cookies? I’m just soooo useless and pathetic, as you know! There’s so much I can learn from someone so good at taking care of others like you.”

Their smug, overly cheerful expression mirrored Namiko’s own. Fighting fire with fire. And legit calling her mom. They just outright did it. Momiko. Mommy-ko. They liked that second one, liked it a lot, they were totes gonna keep that one in their verbal bank. It would appear they were regaining some of their stride. How unfortunate.

[freeing-embrace]

Did... Did they just call her Mom-iko?

“Pfft. I... pfffft.”

Namiko looked like they were going to rupture. Out of all the things Yuuki could have formed as a comeback, that was it. That was the first thing they went to. It was Mom-iko. She just couldn’t handle this. It was killing them. Really this just wasn’t fair. As each second passed the bursts of air broke free of the girl’s best attempt to keep them in control. This was an impossible battle. She wasn’t going to be able to beat this. Never was. Clutching her sides she eventually fell down onto the ground, broken.

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Oh my goodness! MOMIKO! I just. Pfffft. It’s... It’s great! The look on your face. I just. Ahahahahaomg.”

This would be a lot less funny if it hadn’t come from Yuuki at the exact time it came from them. I mean there were other reasons but she didn’t have the power of will to get to that right now.

“Do you need a bento every day? Should I start babying you? Oh-pfft. Oh little Yuuki remember to brush your hair and teeth. Yuuki you really need to get a date. I don’t want to be a grandma before you get married!”

She was actually losing her mind now. It was not as funny as she was taking it but apparently to Namiko this was the fucking epitome of hilarity. Maybe it was because of the energy Yuuki put off. They did have an air about them that asked to be taken care of.

[freeing-embrace]

gachaboi-fumi​:

freeing-embrace​:

Namiko simply laughs at Fumi’s assertions. They were a poor piece in a machine that hurt not only them but the others within the machine. They just wanted to make everyone else in the machine have a little but of an easier time as it wrung them dry. It was a good joke. An absolute farce. Fumi was about as sympathetic as somebody who’s fist was stuck in a hole because they wanted to cheese within but their grubby little fist wouldn’t fit out of the hole it was in.

“Oh poor little Kokonose kun. I understand now. You are stuck within a deadly cycle that nobody is allowed to leave. You are born into it and will die in it. You have no choice but to take part in the system so it is not like your content brings more people into it because you are born within it. Oh wait, I am sorry. I was mistaken! So sorry about that.”

Their sincerity and concern melted away as she dropped the act. Fumi didn’t deserve kindness or gentleness. They were a disease, and made others sick in the process. Even worse, they were a disease that pretending to be a helpful entity.

“You weren’t born in a gacha world. You choose to stay there. Maybe you do have an addiction to the material but that only makes it that much more sinister to make content that could be considered introductory, that brings others into the system. “Oh but I make stuff for people already playing to learn to play better.” you say. You are a fool or a liar. Everyone knows new players to things use those things to learn how to best start out. All you do is increase the range of victims for the thing you consider bad. You, willing or not, are a peddler of the thing you are stricken by to those who are currently free. Just a piece of a corrupt machine. That is the difference between us Kokonose. I help people escape a society that mistreats and abuses them. You tell people how it can be used in an optimal way, giving them a false sense of hope towards a system tactfully made to bleed them dry of everything they own. No matter how much you call yourself scum doesn’t lessen the impact of the truth. It may make others view you more kindly as you bash yourself but I am not so foolish.”

This bitch is tiring is where he’s at right now. Resolve was wearing thin, there wasn’t much else he had to say really and the cult leader’s constant speeches. Who cares anymore. Might as well give her what she wants, she doesn’t look like she’d stop anytime soon.

“Oh? So you finally took down the act huh. It’s about time. I think I like it better honestly, it suits you. Now you’re least you’re being direct with how you feel about me. Yeah yeah cult leader, you caught me. I’m exactly how you perceive me to be. Yup! Nothing wrong in the slightest. I’ve never denied the fact that yes my videos do attract people in. You’re right. Yes they do. That doesn’t change a single thing about what I set out to do. And since you are so keen on using gacha as an allegory for society, I’ll just say this right now. This lifestyle, my own actions and motivations was made from my own choice to join. I keep referring this place to a hell-hole and it is. Yes, you could be stuck here forever but you are still able to leave, something you can’t do in entirety with actual society. I know that I’m in this “deadly cycle”. Stop making it out like I didn’t know that.”

“You know what? I don’t really care for this conversation anymore. I’m tired Iyazoi, I really am. Let’s agree to disagree for now. If I’m bad and part of the machine then I’m bad and a part of it. You aren’t changing anything here and neither am I. I’ll continue to make the best of it and enjoy my time before I rot away….”

He continues to sink even deeper into the box. If this void wants to claim his body then so be it. There’s nowhere else to go anyways, finding comfort in layers of the packing peanut coating his body. He’s not going anywhere.

She expected Fumi to be, unpleasant, but she did not expect them to be this much a pain. They were not a problem in the manner one might consider a particularly worthy adversary. It was more like they were a petulant child who refused to offer any legitimate argument and also refused to agree with anything what so ever unless it fueled their own intents. Really she had no idea what anyone saw in this kid. Then again she knew the power that internet personalities had for being completely uninteresting and people still groveling over them. It was kind of sad.

“Honestly, I agree. I have no need to speak to you further. You are beyond reproach or consideration. I tried to give you some semblance of a chance but it seems you can not defend yourself in a manner that meets even my mediocre ability to speak. I hope you find yourself stuck in that box.”

With that she grabs a nearby box full of packing peanuts and stands up. Looking over Fumi, she gives them a look as if they smell like three day old broccoli, and drop the box full of packing peanuts on top of them. Giving a slight sigh of self satisfaction, she brushes off her dress, and promptly leaves the room, slamming the door behind her.