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Nagito Komaeda Height: 180cm Weight: 65kg Chest: 84cm Blood type: O Birthday: 4/28 Likes: Pretty things Dislikes: Noisy places Special: SHSL Good Luck

[egocentricpolicedxck-deactivate]

just my luck // adachi and komaeda

Adachi had been asked to patrol around the school, making sure students weren’t skipping class and that there weren’t any people suspicious lurking around. Well, he wasn’t asked. He volunteered. He needed something to do; he was already bored of this stupid job. It wasn’t like had many options, though. He knew that the police force back in Inaba wouldn’t have him, and everywhere else he applied for a job turned him down because of his background. Kerria was the only place that hired him.

He didn’t regret taking the job as much as he seemed to. It had nice pay, most of the staff weren’t very nosy, and the campus was gorgeous. He was so enraptured by the scenery that he didn’t notice that he had just bumped into a kid. He sure is doing such a great job making sure those kids are in class.

"Oh! Haha, sorry about that," he said, stepping back a bit. He looked at the white-haired boy for a second, realizing what he was supposed to be doing…but that could wait. He could stop and chat with the kid for a little bit without anyone minding, right?

[hopeous-blog]

Komaeda should have been in class; the campus was near empty with only the occasional adult running personal errands and he was but a student with no special exceptions of his own.

But he could pretend otherwise, effortlessly, with a smile that withheld all minor detours even as they collided with him head on.

"Oh, not at all! It was my fault." It's not true in the slightest, but accepting blame was easy enough if it made himself more likable. Besides, the misfortune that plagued him often threw him into scenarios of far more danger and risk, and so a simple bump into an officer was truly nothing to stress over.

--Supposedly. It was also partly bad luck that he'd been stopped by someone with the responsibility of seeing him to class, especially since it could have been avoided should he have been more cautious. Given how he originally wished to enter the teachers' dormitory, explaining his intentions are out of the question, so before he can be questioned of such the teen spoke first.

"You're not a professor here, are you? I don't recall seeing you around."

[hopeous-blog]

-- inward ;

[hostofwrath]

As soon as she was addressed by a voice she didn’t recognize, Ava’s regular, simple routine of enter the nurse’s office, get some painkillers and go was shattered. She startled, quickly looking up to find the source of the voice.

After a moment of searching, she found the source- a rather pale boy probably around her age. She’d definitely never seen him before; did the nurse get a new assistant or something? Maybe he was sick, too…

"Do I look like I need any help, you pale fuck?" her demon’s words poured out of her mouth, tone and posture hostile. "Just go take your ugly ass face somewhere else. Like a garbage bin or something."

[hopeous-blog]

His offer had been nothing more than an excuse to gauge her intentions, but for such a hostile reaction to come from so little provocation... it was almost laughable. A defensive measure, perhaps? It's a shame; if she'd been a bit more uninteresting he might have desisted as she wished.

To be told his worth amounted to garbage was neither news nor a discouragement, but a reflection of his own personal opinion. It's for this reason he was able to continue nonchalantly, even adding his own undesired input.

"But you're the same, aren't you? That vulgar radiance you're carrying... it's just a means to test the others' hope." He hummed, acting as if the atmosphere was one normal and light. "I wonder if you're capable of a despair grand enough to give birth to a monumental hope? It seems unlikely somehow... you're not very cunning."

[stratagemical]

03 memories; [ &komaeda ]

[stratagemical]

    ◄〖☆〗► It is still unknown to Nanami whether any action of hers for the sake of interaction with other students was a good thing or not. At her previous academy, several faces she doesn’t remember anymore (their voices she could partially recall), had spoken about her reserved nature, though it was known that she doesn’t talk much about anything. That is the case unless it involved video games. Whether she had the skills or the actual capability to continue a conversation was another matter, though, and considering her current state - which was truly depressing - she’d determined her communication skills under average at best.

                               ”…huh? Unfortunate? Did something…”▷

    She wasn’t willing to push further though, voice trailing off before ending her sentence. Maybe that would have made him uncomfortable - but just maybe. Problems after problems were stacking up during the conversation - and she wasn’t even done with the first - what was his name? She had paid so little attention to anything but her sleep and video games that it was difficult to say anything that’s happened for sure. On top of that, he was a transfer student… She should at least know that, right.

    Lost in her recollection, she failed to notice the other’s last words, image by image passing by her mind as she continued her questioning gaze at nothing in particular. 

                           ”… I never really imagined that either, but…                                                             A transfer student… last year..                                         Are you… Komaeda-kun?”▷

[hopeous-blog]

Even with the way her words faded out of courtesy, he listened intently to the curiosity that had sparked them. His situation wasn't a secret story worth unlocking, but he's charmed by the interest that had appeared even if it'd disappeared just as quickly.

"Hmm...?" His neck tilted much like hers did habitually, his smile utterly unwavering. Interesting how he could meet her gaze directly only to watch her lose herself to nothing in particular, unfazed. Although she'd always been one to think before speaking, he couldn't help but wonder what it is she considered in such ordinary scenarios.

As another realization is made however, Komaeda's rather enthused. He isn't sure if his reputation among the Hope's Peak students was to thank for the recall of his name, but he's grateful nonetheless. Their conversations hadn't been the most frequent, but he greatly enjoyed the calmness with which she carried herself, and needless to say, the hope she embodied merely by existing. 

"Nice to meet you again, Nanami-san." Just to speak with someone not overly cautious of his simple, unconditional love was a pleasure. "Are you wondering why I'm here? It's not for any unexpected reason... I merely didn't belong among you all."

And though he believed his own words, a sadness remained hidden behind them.

"I can't imagine you would leave under the same circumstances, however. Just what brought you to Kerria?"

[hopeous-blog]

-- recycled ;

[notthegodloki]

Sitting at one of the tables in her kitchen, sipping at honey milk tea and thinking about life and lesson plans, missing old friends and thinking about where to take her life after she’s had enough of teaching. Sighing she rested her head on the table next to her cup and closed her eyes for just a moment.

It seemed like at least hours had passed when she reopened her eyes, feeling a bit groggy. Loki sat back up and checked the clock across the room, it had only been about 20 minutes. She yawned, stretched and hopped off the stool. These long days of rowdy students, educational prep-work and grading paperwork were beginning to take a toll on her, some nights she wouldn’t go to bed till two or three in the morning and then get up at six just to start all over again.

Loki was reheating her tea when there was a voice from the door way. Her eyes fell on a student whom she hadn’t seen as of yet but her interest was peaked when he asked for a request. Walking to the doorway of the kitchen she smiled to the young male “How may I be of assistance?”

[hopeous-blog]

Relieved that no hostilities were met, he proceeded with a warming demeanor. Although he noted that the teacher held tired eyes, no prying was done and a glance to the tea being reheated was the only act done consequently. 

"I was hoping to use this kitchen." It was an honest request with no ill intentions, but whether he was allowed was another matter altogether. "I don't want to bother you to supervise, but I'll only need about an hour, at most."

Stepping forward just once, one finger tapped against his cheek. "I never made this dessert before though... I wonder if it's even possible for it to turn out good?" Succeeding on the first try-- such things didn't usually happen to talentless people.

"Oh, and the kitchens in the dorms are all full." Busy with students preparing treats of their own, it seemed. "Well, that's not entirely correct-- I hadn't checked the girls' dorms." For obvious reasons.

Finally, he merely laughed away his musings. "Sorry, sorry, I'm rambling. But if I could use this space... I'd greatly appreciate it."

[allumerboy-deactivated20160124]

komaeda;; carrying the loser

[allumerboy-deactivated20160124]

Kerria wasn’t so bad, despite the strange events, as he found it much more friendlier compared to Hope’s Peak where he didn’t feel as tense as he would feel before. The pressure of being a reserve student and the fact he did pay into Hope’s Peak Academy was certainly was something that did affect his attitude as he faintly remembers the last he talked to to Komaeda like this was quite a while back.

They didn’t particularly take classes together as Hianta was busy with his own things and even if he did try to approach Komaeda in Hope’s Peak, he remembers faintly that he didn’t end up talk to Komeeda at all. They were in two different words but here, they could be on equal grounds to everyone around them and silently he pondered if his father asked him to attend Kerria for his sake too.

Hinata grew deathly silent at Komaeda’s morbid usage of words, his fists clenching at the reminder that Komaeda had his own issues that Hianta wasn’t capable of remedying himself. Right, the real reason he was here wasn’t for his father worrying about his sake. He wanted Komaeda to have the support he never properly received when both of them attended Hope’s Peak Academy.

'If I'm just sitting here, then what's the point of me here? This idiot needs a lot more help then I do'

He held up a hand to roughly ruffle Komaeda’s hair and finally tugged Komaeda’s hoodie over his head with a scrunched up expression. Pain? Sadness? Pity? He didn’t feel anything for this guy but a sense of unfairness for this person because how could this guy think nothing else but things he couldn’t control on his according.

"You will. I don’t care if, what, or buts. You will. And you’re gonna live a lot longer than whatever people say.” Running a hand through his hair, Hinata grabbed on to the sleeve of Komaeda’s jacket as he began to drag him to a steady pace towards his dorm. “I don’t understand you despite how long we’ve known each other, but don’t think something like that. Isn’t it fine to have a bit of hop-“ 

He grew silent at his own last words as Hinata silently muttered, “Now I’m talking like an idiot now..”

[hopeous-blog]

The ruffling of his hair is a gesture he'd missed, even if done through pity or agitation, roughly so or gently; to see he still had an impact on his friend after some years of petty separation indulged him in a temporary joy disgusting to admit. His hoodie flipped abruptly, Komaeda blinked in silence as he couldn't even see where he was being dragged, simply agreeing to move ahead in blind faith.

But the love for the other's minor sympathies hadn't been able to last. Saying he'd live longer than what was estimated by professionals... even if he'd like to believe it, was that not just ignoring the inevitable?

"That's..." Not being understood, that much could be forgiven. However, there was something terribly unsettling in the hope the other had described that the blond couldn't help but clarify needlessly-- even morbidly. 

"Even if such an insignificant thought causes you the slightest bit of discomfort, isn't it best to embrace it?"

"Running away from that kind of trivial despair... that's no good, Hinata-kun! If you want your hope to shine like those from that school... you'll have to overcome it!"

His hand rips apart from the other's grip on his sleeve, latching to his own body as if in giving himself an uncanny hug. Fingers digging into his jacket, he shivered from the sheer violence of the dread he felt-- an emotion he was beginning to mistake for excitement.

"But ... it's really impossible without talent, isn't it..." His rambles turn to mumbles, nearly incoherent for the better. "I knew that, but I wanted to hope otherwise... how repulsive... it's definitely impossible without that birthright... it's only natural!"

[hopeous-blog]

-- security ;

Komaeda hadn't ever imagined he'd be sensed by another under the cover of darkness, even more so by someone with an appearance more questionable than his. Although the horns were reminiscent of a certain light music club member's, the crimson eyes that spoke hollow volumes were enough to have him rethink his venture to the main building altogether.

It's unusual... he still isn't sure just how she managed to find him leaning against the clocktower when its shadows had clearly been angled in his favor.

Nonetheless he spoke up immediately, relying entirely on what she might have been up to at this hour in order to distract from his own agenda. Refusing to allow disappointment to sneak into his tone, he proceeded casually. 

"Are you lost, by any chance?" Unlikely as that was, any night activity unable to be excused would have to fall upon such a bait offered so that suspicion could be deterred-- unless some noble reason was at play. "It's not safe to be out so late..."

[kerria-academy-blog]

Off-Dash Activity

Hey guys! We’ve finally come to a decision regarding chatzies, CAH, BGO, and other forms of off-dash activity. From now on, all off-dash activity will be limited to Fridays, starting and ending at midnight EST. We recognize that these are fun and unique forms of interaction, but we would like to stress dash activity above all else. Please remember that off-dash activity does not count toward your activity in the group, regardless of whether or not it’s considered canon.

★ vv mod

[hopeous-blog]

-- hauntings ;

Rumors always one to entertain, it was with a curious disposition that Komaeda had decided to lean casually over Kerria's main fountain in the center of campus. Paying no mind to the stares pointed in his direction, he remained blissfully uncaring of the water that occasionally splashed against his jacket while carefully examining the faucets.

"There really is one that doesn't work," he mused, a delight hidden behind the calmness of his tone. Laughing quietly, he straightened himself before dampened hands were pocketed. "... and they say nothing goes wrong in Kerria Academy."

Blinking curiously at a boy nearby who seemed to be in a world of his own, the blond hummed a question to both gauge a reaction and bounce back an entertaining thought.

"Say, have you heard this? They say the reason the fifth faucet isn't on is because a dead body had tainted its water supply."

"Isn't that creative?"

[hopeous-blog]

-- rewritten ;

Although his studies were not necessarily always the top of his priorities, Komaeda did have the courtesy to come early to class. Interest came from something as simple as observing when students came in, where their habits fell, and how much potential was conveyed as a result.

Today, however, his attention was seized not by the people to gradually enter the room, but by the petite figure behind the main desk. Unable to take a seat until clarification was given, the blonde took one tentative step past the door.

"Are you...?"

To prevent sounding completely arrogant, his tone quieted. For a boy who barely looked to be past puberty, the other certainly carried an air of maturity. Silently wondering if there was such a thing as a Super Middle School Level ability, an amused smile soon lifted his lips.

"This is history, isn't it?"

[hopeous-blog]

-- novelty ;

Suspicion could be considered justified when a student who usually spent hours within the library reading every mystery novel was now instead wandering through shelves of all genres, pushing and pulling the occasional book as if in expectation of something bizarre to occur.

"Too cliche, I suppose..." He mused quietly aloud, emerald eyes scanning and rescanning each corner of the library until he was suddenly greeted with the sight of the woman in charge. Blinking momentarily, his lips curved into a natural smile before a question was posed just as casually.

"They say there are hidden rooms within these walls-- do you believe it?"

His lighthearted tone breaks the scholarly silence that had lingered, inviting also a sense of realistic intrigue to the otherwise fictional entertainment found among pages.

"Or perhaps a better question is--"

"-- what do you know of them?"

[hopeous-blog]

-- inward ;

Idling silently by the window was growing tiresome; he'd much rather expend his energy outside than wait for it to dissipate via ridiculously dull waiting. Despite how often he was obligated to visit the nurse's office, the truth that he had better things-- better investigations-- to do proved to drive him into impatience almost every time. He didn't argue of course, this attention to his health is one he doesn't even deserve, but the the idea of walking out was still considered all the same.

Fortunately, his eyes instead fall upon a girl he'd witnessed entering here once or twice before. One he'd never spoken to for the way she seemed to enter and leave without a word. 

"-- Hello."  

He greets the female with a smile, one that shone a friendliness he didn't actually hold in its entirely. It was perhaps more accurate to say he was curious and therefore, amicable by default.

"Are you looking for medication of some sort? ...I can help you find it."

[hopeous-blog]

-- intentions ;

There were several mysteries surrounding Kerria; the suspicious nature of some staff, the secret rooms stumbled upon in uncanny areas, the abilities of some students, the fact Hope's Peak had sent him here, of all schools... 

Whether he would find answers or more questions didn't stop him from fulfilling a personal obligation to investigate, though. Curiosity coupled with a cunning mind had him wandering the halls of the main building in the dead of night, one hand casually caressing its walls as the other remained pocketed within his jacket. 

He didn't get far before the sound of clicking heels forced him to outwardly flinch however, his neck immediately turning in anticipation of who might catch him. Fortunately, when it's revealed that his company was only a student, his shoulders relaxed.

"Oh, you're-- Junko Enoshima."

Clarification isn't even needed; not only does he already religiously research those worthy of attending Hope's Peak each year, but her face was one plastered on almost every major magazine cover-- it was harder not to know who she was.

"That's strange... what is someone so able to embody hope doing away from that school...?" A moment is needed to collect his thoughts before he decided to voice the more pressing issue.

"-- Either way, you shouldn't roam about during these hours. The staff constantly warn that it's not particularly safe." 

He doesn't care to mention that it's for that exact reason why he's out examining these halls. Afterall, if something happened to him, that was one thing-- but if misfortune befell a worthy Hope's Peak student? The consequences were completely different.

[herbalxsm-blog]

Oh, was this the legendary Asian modesty? It was the same as with her Master. Almost amused, Nero snorted and clasped her hands together, being cautious as not to pull her new companion by the chain. Still, his suggestion was good, he would be an excellent follower.

"A fine plan!" Yes, let us go in search of the saw," Then, remembering what he had said before, she shook her head, shooting him a smile she used often. "And worry not, as long as you follow me, you shall experience my love! Any of my followers will indeed be blessed— you shall not be garbage!" 

[hopeous-blog]

A blessing could alter his worth...? Komaeda remained at a loss for words momentarily before a smile inched to the corners of his lips, the disgust he felt with himself less apparent as he made an honest effort to please. This woman held such powerful conviction-- the type of confidence that could easily bestow hope to any grand crowd! Just being considered above trash by such an individual was a compliment in itself.

"I see..." A laugh escaped him. "Very well-- I'll consider myself fortunate to have met you."

Glancing down the hall, he motioned vaguely towards the room they needed; he wouldn't dare consider himself worthy of leading. "I believe our best bet would be the classroom for mechanics and woodworks."

[hopeous-blog]

i'm getting to the last of my replies soon but i kind of want more threads?? and since i've liked many starter posts and yet never made my own---

--like this post for a starter! no cap for now? i'm sure the post will get buried eventually... let's hope. ]

[allumerboy-deactivated20160124]

komaeda;; carrying the loser

[allumerboy-deactivated20160124]

Perhaps he was far too familiar of Komaeda’s personality from the stranger parts of him. But the obvious loneliness Hinata’s seen from afar before, that it angered a part of Hinata. Angry that the other accepted it all without fighting back against fate but leaving it up to his ‘hope’.

Despite taking psychology classes and reading from several books, he doesn’t understand too well behind the reasons of Komeeda’s actions. It scared him enough that Hinata almost felt that perhaps his efforts to help were in vain, but yet the small reply makes the boy almost just as useless as ever.

"…. idiot," is all he mutters at the small reply, knowing the usual cycle of this kind of conversation emerging again. 

How could he hold himself in pride to call himself Komaeda’s friend? He just knew that that the boy was far too lonely and despite his talent, the talented chained Komaeda to a terrifying cycle and a dangerous view of the world. All he could do was just be there by his side while taking the blunt end of the luck Komaeda had.

He grows silent at the change of topic as Hinata scratched the back of his head. Was he too harsh? No, he made it clear at least that he didn’t mind being by Komaeda’s side like this. For now they could forget such a darker topic, it’s not like it mattered to them right now and so Hinata answers,

"It’s not too bad. I didn’t think my grades would have made the cut though… But hey, it’s not too bad. I mean the …. classes are interesting. I didn’t think they’d have a proper class for sociology." He looked to Komaeda, "How about you? How’s the school treating you?"

[hopeous-blog]

The change of topic eases in the same way as his gaze, though he blinks at the minor detail offered. Sociology... how so like Hinata, studying adamantly of the nature of others. The remarkable kind of person who could balance both sternness and patience while maintaining multiple responsibilities-- 

-- and yet be considered talentless. This school was no Hope's Peak with its incredible staff obtaining only the best in their field, but he'd be lying if he said it had no charm. Kerria held a different type of prestige with its own fair share of special invitations and guaranteed futures, so perhaps the hope found within its walls could blossom in their own right. Whether it would measure to those he adored since birth was too soon a call to make.

That school had sent him here, however. There must be some association between them, even if just to dump their garbage. Of course, it was possible that this building was of some other use considering he'd spotted some other familiar students wandering the halls... how curious.

"It's not bad." He merely echoed the response Hinata gave him, lips slanting just the slightest bit. "Everyone has been oddly welcoming." Odd to him, anyway, who was so used to specific professionals gently attempting to distract him after looking at a record full of problems and smiling nervously.

"I don't think I'll get too bored here." There were some classes that had been quite extraordinary-- thanks to their teachers-- as well as some teens who'd captured his interest. "Some of the students even have a certain aura about them... like an aura of potential. I'd like to live long enough to see them graduate one day."

[hopeous-blog]

saberofbabylon:

She didn’t know how it had happened but it did and there was no going back The key would take 4 days to make so until then Nero was chained to a student. Amazing. But she didn’t let that affect her, no, she would remain as positive as possible— especially if the kid that was looking down at her remained so too. Hopefully he would.

Though there was one problem.

"Mmm. How are we going to go to the bathroom?"

Although he would have liked to focus on their situation in a hopeful light, there was genuine sympathy felt on the teacher's behalf, so he first slaughtered his self-worth.

"Being chained to such garbage... I sincerely apologize." Wishing to be anything but a burden, he thought instead of another method to free themselves. "We might be able to find a saw somewhere in the school, if you'd be willing to try."

[stratagemical]

03 memories; [ &komaeda ]

    ◄〖☆〗► Maybe it would have been better to pay more attention to class - every single minute spent asleep or gaming meant a minute more spent in supplementary classes. It’s not that Nanami would have minded it… too much, of course not - but having to give up gaming for a while so she doesn’t fail her classes was really depressing. Surprises were abound to classes as well, she noticed (when she really paid attention for once, at least) - glancing every once a while towards the one seated next to her - the striking semblance to someone who has been in the same class as her in Hope’s Peak before actually irking her a little.

    RRRING. A part of her was extremely negating the fact of talking to her classmate (What does she do in case he isn’t? Would that lead to a bad end?), the other dying to know whether it was a previous classmate of hers. Well, in the end, the gamer figured, curiosity got the better of her. Even if it ended up being not the one she’s known, she’s already had most of the conversation composed in her head - it wouldn’t take an extremely unexpected turn, after all.

          "Hey, um… Did you attend Hope’s Peak last year, by any chance?"▷

[hopeous-blog]

All students of his previous school were recognized almost instantaneously given the adoration with which he held for them. Having revered their potential for most his life, the proper research on the pupils of Hope's Peak had been constantly done-- and continued to this day. Even with the prestige of Kerria, and the hope he admittedly became thrilled to see within its academy, there remained an utterly unshakable devotion to that school and its teens of talent.

Seeing a former classmate was far beyond his expectations, to say the least. His own gaze occasionally shifting to meet the one beside him, his smile would indicate he knew more or less the thoughts running through her mind. Fortunately, a bell signaling the end of class allowed an opportunity for clarifications to be voiced, and he beamed with satisfaction.

"Oh? Do you remember me?" A tad eagerly, the entirety of his attention is directed to the other student. "Ahh... what an honor. It's true. I attended for a year before... well, transferring." He paused, deciding against going into detail. "It was certainly unfortunate but..."

"...I never imagined other Hope's Peak students would come here... how truly, truly lucky..."