let's make miracles

You can do anything as long as you have the passion, the drive, the focus, and the support.--- XX --- affiliated rp blog for nekomaru nidai from the series danganronpa. selective. private. single ship. belongs with the fame monster ronpa roleplay group. read all the links before interacting. created 10.16.14

[uchugeni]

    he’s shaking. Nervous and dangling from the ledge, he tip-toed     around his words and kept his sentences short and restrained—      like a feline stepping around  a  scorching  tin  roof  he  danced     around his words out of fear of Kirigiri  would  find  one  of  them     distasteful.                                                                                      In all honesty, his presence was enough.                                              ❛ Your leg. How is it? ❜

[gesturi-blog]

                    ❛ Healing, sir. ❜

Short statements. Agree with everything, even if it was against him. This is what fear was. Torture could not compare with the current situation. One wrong word and he would never live the same way again. He thought about his next words. Should he thank the President for considering his health, or was that too much? He felt steam pouring from his ears as he tried to figure out the enigma that was Jin Kirigiri.

                   ❛Please... forgive my neglective actions. ❜

[uchugeni]

  rainy seasons, cold and uncomfortable, he was never a fan   of them. Dreading the flood that would soon fill his shoes he   braces   himself   for   the   walk   despite   the   weathers   quite crappy conditions.                      ❛ Nidai. Walk with me. ❜                                                       it wasn’t a request.

[gesturi-blog]

     A body that moved on it's own. The voice like an unbreakable, dangerous beacon. The tone was not one he normally heard. He followed, his old wounds beginning to sting again. Addressed by the president, told to follow. This had bad news written all over it.                              ❛ Welcome back, President.❜      He didn't dare speak more.

[gesturi-blog]

        >> That makes two of us, Mikan. If it were me, I would do my best to send as many people to you a possible! However, I'm afraid not many people need the... adjustments.

[ scxlpel ]

[pankuhanran-deactivated20150331]

[ ★ ] You seem to treat me as if I am your younger brother at times ever since ya met up with me!  [ Gray blue eyes noticed the paperwork and folders sprawled across various tables in Nidai’s place as the ace seemed to pick up on some of the details that was hidden in the Foundation —- what was that one stray letter sticking out? A personal le—- Nidai’s father. What did the manager say about his father? Oh yes, Nidai’s father was in love with Leon’s mother. Wait, was that the reason why Leon was picking up the vibe from the large cat man himself that Nidai was slightly viewing Leon as his little brother? ]  Plans? I assume they’re related to Jin’s return to the company. It’s buzzin’ around in the under—- Um….I mean on the streets.  [ Why did Leon almost let it slip that it was a topic in the underground information system? Sure, if Nidai pressed about what he said, he’ll tell him anyways. ] 

[gesturi-blog]

[ He ran his hands through his hair; normally slicked back to keep the bangs out of his face, grunting a bit under his breath. Younger brother...? He was clearly misunderstanding the situation. He picked up his protein shake off the table and set it up high. He was never a fan of late nights like such, and it seemed he had left it out from his dinner. He kept his mouth shut about his comments. The plans were, so far, not even going to come to light. Why did they put him in charge of this damn project..?! ] 

Did you manage to get something to eat? Nevermind seems to talk endlessly about you, so I assume she's been feeding you. You can set the toy next to the table. I'm sure one of them will enjoy it. 

[ By one of them, he meant one of the two stray cats that lingered in his apartment. He really needed to officially put in the paperwork for them, but he'd rather them roam free.  As he spoke, one of the cats rolled over under the comforter of Nidai's futon. The big cat was a rather warm thing, and the cats enjoyed the personal heater. ]

[pankuhanran-deactivated20150331]

[ ★ ] Ya sound like I am a problem, man! In fact, if you think it this way, I ain’t a problem for you. Especially when I can get you inside information for you faster than your organization!

[gesturi-blog]

You act like I'm unaware of the future of our organization.

{ Now wasn't the time for this. In fact, it was never going to be a good time. Was this all because of the situation regarding his father...? If he hadn't said anything, surely this situation wouldn't have to come to fruitation. With a heavy sigh, he set the locks back as Leon invited himself inside. }

Do not touch a single document you find in this apartment, do you understand? I'm working on... classified information. Plans, if you wish to call them that.

[pankuhanran-deactivated20150331]

[ ★ ] To forge a stronger bond between us men, Nidai buddy! Or should I call you big brother?

[gesturi-blog]

I would like to call the police at the moment, if we were following our intuitions.

But... the last train has left for today, so you really don't have a way home... Fine. Come in. Until the sun rises. I'll... take you to the station in the morning. 

[gesturi-blog]

You come to my apartment. At 3 in the morning. To give me a stuffed cat.

Why, Kuwata.

[gesturi-blog]

Please remember to ask your caretaker if you have your yearly physical scheduled for next week! I EXPECT FULL ATTENDANCE!

[pankuhanran-deactivated20150331]

[ ★ ] Leon watched the other male as he looked at Nidai, just curious of how the other male was faring since he looked shaken for a moment. Like he was doubting something as he decided to make a trade with the other male but first he had to warn him of something.

"They relocated their base. So the Foundation’s information on them is outdated. But I’ll send in the information in a way that they won’t able to track it back to me. After all, I am still around, no? Now, I am curious to why you want to protect me from the Foundation. If I like your answer enough, I’m going to propose a trade with you.”

He was following Daiya’s orders right now; a trade with Nidai. Daiya’s meeting with Nidai for exchange of Leon being able to get into the Foundation to grab a few missing information and Daiya’s folder. And the information on what happened to Daiya’s men.

[gesturi-blog]

The answer to that question was not as simple as Leon thought it would be. Nidai could not lie right now. Leon would be able to see through any sort of falsehood. Nidai had read those emails. According to his mother, he was not to be trusted. Even after everything that had led to this moment. It could not be summed up. The information regarding it was not something he wanted to recite nor remember. But, this was for the idols. His job was on the line. That is why he decided to tell the truth.

❝ Who do you believe saved you from the Foundation's hands in the first place, Kuwata? How did you manage to escape the path of an idol...? You... believe it is your mother who managed it. Your mother... A very kind woman. Passionate. But... She had a weakness. It was you. When you were chosen, she begged the President to let you go. He refused several times over. He even went as far as to... ❞ He stopped speaking for a moment, trying to get his mind off that terrifying thought.

❝ I am protecting you, Kuwata, because... My father was a fool. A lovesickened fool. He loved your mother. He went so far as to delete any data regarding you from the Foundation computer system, just for her to notice his feelings. What an idiot. I am protecting you because I am now in my father's position. I am here for the idols and the future they are bringing. However, I take too much from the old man. I do not believe in the world the Presient wants to create. I do not want normal humans to be forced into the dangers that lie in the path of idols. I do not want to see millions suffer while I stand back and do my job. As a man, I tell you the whole truth. ❞

[sportstarheroics]

[Masaru clings onto Nidai’s shoulders with all his might, keeping his legs bent so his feet can’t touch the floor. He grunts and pulls himself up, but almost slips off when he hears Nidai’s words.]

Ah! You can’t do that! It’s already too cold here! I don’t wanna go there! At least send me to the North Pole so I can get toys from Santa!

[gesturi-blog]

Santa? I thought only good boys and girls got toys from him.

{ He laughed to himself, getting up out of his chair with a grunt. Trying to keep Masaru on his shoulders as he did so, to keep the boy from losing his little mind. }

The good thing was I was only joking, Masaru. I wouldn't send you off that easy!

[sportstarheroics]

Hell yeah I did!

[Masaru climbs over Nidai’s head and shoulders, attempting to get to the desk - and the paperwork that was keeping attention off of him.]

Heyyyy! Ojii! What’re ya doing? Lemme see! I bet it’s something weird, right? Are you plotting to take over the world? Because if you are…you know what that means!

[And by “that,” he means he gets to play hero. And that wouldn’t bode well for the paperwork.]

[gesturi-blog]

{ He set down his pen and leaned back in his chair, mostly on purpose. Could this junior superstar handle such a challenge?}

I'm sellng you off to the eskimos in Antartica. I hope you are packing your mittens!

{ He was joking, obviously. }

[sportstarheroics]

[Masaru laughs, grabbing Nidai’s shoulders with both hands and kicking his legs, making the chair twist from side to side slightly.]

Hahahaha! Don’t tell me what to do, Ojii! I know what I’m doing! I’m a superstar, and superstars don’t need old geezers telling them what to do!

[He continues his climb, stopping only when he’s managed to hook an arm around Nidai’s neck, thrusting the second hand into the air and laughing happily.]

And he does it! The crowd can’t believe their eyes! Mount Ojii has been conquered! This day will be remembered forever! No one’s cool enough to do this!

[gesturi-blog]

{ He lifted his pen as Masaru kicked the chair back and forth. Was he trying to imitate an avalanche...? His energy surely was something else. Of course, he was used to it by now. Nothing more than a jungle gym, really. }

Alright, alright. Infamy, remembering, yes. Now please come down, before you break my back. Although, your energy has not gone unnoticed! Did you sleep well?

[sportstarheroics]

[Suddenly, the door burst open, a blur of red and white darting into the room. Small hands grab the back of Nidai’s chair, and the owner of the hands immediately begins climbing it (and Nidai)]

And he’s off! The lone sports star Masaru Daimon has decided to take on the unbeatable mountain, Mount Ojii! By himself! No supplies to weigh him down!

Will he survive all the way to the top!?

[He hangs off Nidai’s shoulders with one hand, cupping the other around his mouth and making cheering noises.]

And the crowd goes wild when he reaches the nearest spot to the top! Just a little further, and Masaru Daimon has made history!

[gesturi-blog]

{ He sits still, letting Diamon entertain himself. He might have snuck a small grin at his energy. However, he continues on his paperwork, trying his best to deal with the little monster climbing his chair. }

Carefully, now. Don't hurt yourself.

[gesturi-blog]

Matsuda took a sudden vacation and I was given his paperwork as well as responsibility for the idols under his wing...

What was he thinking, really?!

[gesturi-blog]

He turned off all the light in his office, only allowing for the dim, grey sunlight to illuminate his cluttered desk. His door was locked from the outside, as he wished to see no one. For no one knew his true feelings. No one knew the despair that he felt consuming him whole. No one knew the struggle he was fighting. At the very least, he knew no one would listen.

No one would sit down with him and just... help him figure it out. He was their to support them. He told them to not worry about him. He poured his heart and soul into his work, but recieved nothing in return. No thank yous, no recognition. His name was never once in a newspaper, unless it dealt with some tragedy. There were never letters sent to him, or flowers delivered to his door. For he was not in the spotlight.

His selfless nature led to this feeling. His career made him so focused on the miracles created by the idols. His career made him forget about what his heart truly desired. There was no beacon of hope for him to find. No lighthouses, no landmarks. He had no path to follow. Day in and day out, he wandered, letting only his duties guide him. He had forgotten what he wanted. The drive in his heart-- The motivation he once carried had been sucked out and stepped on. But... he had no choice.

Wear a brave face. Hide behind the mask of a smile. Be their support and get over his feelings. Not giving a damn about how much he hated his life. Hated the path that was carved for him. For his debt was unpayable. His life was given to him by the Foundation he had begun to loathe. The beating heart in him was repaired by the false miracles given by idols. A puppet, unable to cut the thick ties with the man who controlled him. He was to show no emotion at these times. Any emotions shown were weakness. An unforgivable sin. A point of attack and vulnerability. A crack in his masked shield. Perhaps.....

It was better to have no feelings. 

[pankuhanran-deactivated20150331]

[ ★ ] The baseball ace had ordered them the cafe’s specialty, delicious hot chocolates. He was taking his seat in his all too familiar booth as the other male took his own across him to show him the photo. Of course, he knew about the events as he decided to speak after Nidai had finished while their beverages showed up at their table and the waitress nodded to Leon that he wasn’t trailed by anyone, earning a pleased smirk from the young red head.

“Ah, I am aware of that event and I must let you know the bombing was caused by one of the Idol Elimination groups that isn’t Crazy Diamonds . So I must insist that you trust me on this because I am not your enemy here. However, Kiyotaka Ishimaru is under the Crazy Diamond’s hand. I do not know the location fully but I can assure you that I can ensure his safety back to the Foundation if you’ll let me do my work. He is an innocent Idol and I’ll do what I can in my dealings with Crazy Diamonds to ensure he gets his medicine, plus be released to you safely and in one piece.”

A sip was taken out of his warm hot chocolate as the young informant decided to reassure Nidai with a warm smile, “Do not worry. I refuse to give my information to anyone who wishes harm upon the Idols and you.”

[gesturi-blog]

His fingers tapped on the table softly as his mind digested the information given to him. The Crazy Diamonds.... For as long as he'd been working for the Foundation, he would have never thought he would have to make his way into enemy territory. A sinking feeling drifted into his gut. This was his job. Risking his life for those who creates society's miracles. At least he's still alive, presumably. What a dark and twisted way of thinking.

     He took a sip of the cocoa; too sweet for his tastes. It would end up giving him a bad stomach ache if he drank it all. Leon finished speaking, prompting a moment of thought for the manager. He knew he could not ask the Foundation for help. Since this incident began, they had begun keeping close track of any information bring sent, adjusted, received, and edited through the servers. He knew the Foundation knew where that base was. He just... needed something to get him in. 

     ❝ Kuwata. I need you to send an anonymous letter to the Foundation regarding this information. Do not mention my name. At this point, that information you've given me is enough to locate Kiyotaka. You have my eternal gratitude. ❞

[pankuhanran-deactivated20150331]

[ ★ ] The flaming head offered the older man a soft yet very warm hearted smile as he chuckled softly when the other made a comment that came out as a growl as he decided to heartily as if he was a perfect match for being an Idol himself but it also came with an aura of mystery lingering in the air as he walked out of the cafe with Nidai, leading the other male up the street to a different cafe.

"I’m Leon Kuwata, son of Lexine Kuwata who was a scientist in your Foundation. I am aware of the letter that was attached to the email. Someone was trying to provide me more reasons to protect the Idols other than that I view them as human beings myself. I do have excellent baseball skills if you wish to watch one of my games one day for fun and as a way to bond closer to me, my dear friend. Also, you must be aware I do know exactly who you are. Now…I must assume you have questions for me. Please, enjoy this cafe’s delights and make yourself at home. This is an extension of my home, my dear guest.”

Even when he was speaking to Nidai, he was treating Nidai as a friend, an ally, and as a fellow human being who deserved attention and care. If Nidai were to be paying attention to the warmth in his tone, he could feel nothing but pure honesty and love in Leon’s words and tone. It seemed Leon’s mother’s notes about Leon were correct. Leon was full of pureness. He was pure love to everyone.

[gesturi-blog]

     ❝ Aware...? ❞ His voice was low, trying not to interrupt the other's seemingly rehearsed speech. His voice carried some warmth and compassion, yes. Pureness however, was not the feeling Nidai received after the other spoke such exuberant words. This boy knew too much. Too much to guarantee his safety. If the groups bent on violence learned of him, the Foundation would be in trouble. However, if the Foundation found out his vast amount of knowledge, there was a possibility of some of the cruelest punishment he could think of. At his request, he pulled a photo out of his coat pocket. It was a bit beaten up, since it'd been hastily made. But, the image was clear enough to get his point across.

      ❝ October 31st. Considered one of the darkest moments this city has bare to witness. I do hope you are aware of the event at hand... ❞ He set the photo down and picked up his coffee; cold from the bitter air outside. ❝ 5 idols in attendance, as well as myself. Only 4 made it back to our headquarters. KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU. I'm told you know his location, Kuwata. Inform me this and I will be on my way. I will even... protect you from the Future Foundation's eyes. I am not an enemy. I just... need them all to be safe. I am the manager. The manager can only do their work when the full team is present. There will be no repercussions for denying to answer. Consider your safety before granting my selfish request. ❞