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whats ur damage

“The human race.”

gimme all your candy, nerd

"..."

"What makes you think I have any? Do I look like the kind of person who buys candy whenever he feels like it? No, maybe it's Halloween. Halloween's a good time to buy candy. But, I don't really care about trick or treaters who come to my door asking for candy. It's a "fend for yourself" kind of world, a dog-eat-dog kind of playground. If anyone has candy, they should be keeping it to themselves."

Yep, I didn't have a single ounce of candy this Hallow's Eve.That's because Tomo and I ate it all yesterday.

#you're too old for this kinda thing man #don't you have any shame #: nonsense #solecistic

ハロウィンなので

#: nonsense bearer #hello attractive #what a lame halloween costume?

NOWHERE IS HOME

Nowhere is where I belong.

23:47 on a Thursday night, in Sector 001. My days usually consisted of pointless excursions, and hours upon hours of wasted time. Without college or a job, there was nothing else for me, really. I mean, I could sign up for something, but that required saving up cash. I could get a job, but really, there was nothing I could do that wouldn't end horribly. Instead, I'd been wasting my time freeloading karaoke hours and McDonald's fries off a certain murderer with wallets to spare. That was the reason I returned to my apartment so late at night. I reached into my pocket to unlock the door, and stopped. "Aw, damn it." My hands came out short. I'd forgotten my keys in the room. This wasn't like the security in my apartment back in Kyoto, and the lock couldn't be broken into as easily, so there was no excuse for my ignorance; seems I still hadn't learned my lesson yet. I noticed how late it was and debated on whether or not anyone would answer, and ultimately decided I needed in whether my room mates were awake or sleeping. I knocked firmly on the door, and spoke up.

"Excuse me, this is your roommate, Ikkun. I locked myself out. Mind letting me in, please?" I realized right then that I couldn't even remember the names of my roommates, despite seeing them almost every day. Fancy that.

#areallifetinkerbell #: laurel01 #he's got the wrong room but hes too stupid to realize #i'm laughing since he's a floor above in f-1..................#i'm excited to rp with you!! thanks for liking my post!

okokok, time for my spiel.

school is eating up most of my time, however when i'm able to, i'd really like to restore what i had the previous time i was in citta. i had a lot of great threads and was able to converse with a lot of amazing muns. so far it seems i'm only rping with close friends, and i'd really love to break away from that and meet some more wonderful people like last time.

that being said, please like this post for a starter. i won't cap it. please keep in mind that he's not a very friendly guy on the inside, as you can read about here, and if you're okay with that, then please, proceed!

if we've threaded before, i'd love to have our characters meet again! just shoot me a message if you're interested in that! i'm fine with long starters and minis, so if you have a preference, please comment here or send me an ask.

#ca rp ad #rp w/ me #i'll try not to disappoint #starters will be v slow tho i apologize

rejoicing-priest-blog1

✗

Send a ✗ and my muse will react to being called a monster.

“….Monster? Truly?”

“An amusing notion, my child. Perhaps you wish me ill for my rejoicing amongst despair? Perhaps you want everyone to see the world the same way, a stagnant realm of smiling faces? Isn’t that hypocritical? In your eyes, I may be a beast, but in the end, I am just as human as you.”

Well…perhaps a bit less so.

#im sorry i like this a lot #sets this here quietly..#save

bluesavant

*♔propria manu. {closed}

Imperfection.

A fault, blemish, an undesirable feature, or such was the given definition presented in textbooks. The defining characteristic that illustrated the defectiveness of the individual that harbored the unattractive quality, often were great lengths taken to ensure it would go unseen, that the ugliness of the true self would go without exposure. Appearances must be maintained, no matter the lies amassed in order to do so, no matter how pretty words only tainted the self even more so. Imperfection surely must be a truly despicable thing to cause such depravity, though it was sought more so than any other.

For one birthed as utter perfection, a celebrated child relinquished from human error where everything done by her hand was viewed as a praise-worthy accomplishment, to simply know a flaw existed would’ve been enough. For the craved weakness to corrode superlative intellect and render it to an irreparable state would be simply stupendous, a beautiful endeavor of which was utterly unattainable. Untouched, unblemished, undamaged; a life meant to maintain this improbable purity for but a short period before disintegrating into nothingness, if not for love would such an ending have occurred.

A man dredged in sin, callous by nature and damaged beyond calculation, he proved to be just as incapable of obtaining salvation as she was of finding proper misery. Opposing selves desired by the other, faced with the cruelty of the unachievable did resentment stew within the only one capable of acting upon the unpleasant emotion. In an unfair rejection of the genuine affection felt for the man was her very self shattered, trodden upon as only dirt, and then as a testament to this heartlessness was she abandoned. He’d broken her, and it’d allowed for a brief sampling of defilement at long last.

It was a loving act if there ever was one and deserved proper rewarding.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, <REDACTED>.” Thin, breakable limbs no sooner encircled the waist of the chosen companion when the door opened to signify his arrival, physical comfort an additional gift to the clear pronunciation of his given name. As bewitching as it was fearsome, for lips to speak those syllables was regarded as a blessing. “This time you worked hard, really hard.” Lavished were soothing words, compelling in nature, meant to instill an unpreventable lucid state of mind.

Thus was the beginning of a complete surrender to the Tyrant.

humanitysweakest-blog

The first door. A stranger in a trial of manipulation and deceit. The second door. An old friend, trapped in the middle of a war until her demise. The third door. The shattered mirror image. The fourth door.

"..." The fourth door, I dare not open. How much had I seen already? For a man deciding not to start what has to end, I was doing a bad job at not getting involved. I'd seen so many secrets of the heart that there was no turning back. Every new tidbit of knowledge had been a step along a dangerous edge, separating downfall and humanity. On one side, I could become what I never was, and embrace these relationships with a new sense of self. On the other, I could down-spiral into destruction at the very force of another human being's secrets, incapable of being carried by a failure of a human like myself. Unfortunately, I was already leaning into the downfall, as the weight of those I knew continued suffocating me. A fourth door meant a fourth secret, possibly one too heavy to keep. There was no way out at this point. There was forward, or nowhere. I picked nowhere. I stood in the flipped city for hours, left to my own thoughts as I wasted endless time. However, as if calling to me, as if drawing me in, as if my destruction was exactly what I thought, I had found myself at the doorstep of the door I dare not open. My hand rested on the knob. I had the worst feeling that something unforgivable lie in wait on the opposite side of the barrier. An almost tangible sense of dread emanated from the wood, and I almost, almost, turned and ran away. As if commanded to by some unknown force, I turned the knob, and walked inside another secret.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, <REDACTED>.” Tiny arms assaulted me with affection the moment I stepped foot inside the door. That name that hadn't been said in years had fallen off her gentle lips, and I had been validated. That Dead Blue whose praises are more enticing than life itself, that Tomo Kunagisa that soothed us into generous peace, that commanding presence that demanded obedience in every form -- had said my name aloud. Mine, the cursed existence with a name so wretched it killed -- had been said by that pure perfection. As the door swung shut, my arms lifted her to my chest like a knight carrying his princess. Her compliment had warmed me up completely, and I couldn't bear to have her any further away from me. In the comfort of my own arms, I carried her further into the foreign room of just her and I. "I worked hard? On what? I think you're going to have to tell me." On one side, I was begging for those compliments that lifted my soul. On the other, red flags shot up in warning at the back of my mind. However, the back is where they remained, as I slowly forgot all sense of reason.

#: tomo01 #✴: passenger #bluesavant #save me from this nothing i've become #ca event #RAM event

hopeasis

live doubting . | ca event

hopeasis

”The location of the body… it’s strange that we found it under a table.”

Effortlessly done; the trial proceeded much like it should have. No particular unease arose that was not already present, and a sense of organization could be found as facts were slowly but surely verified among the group. No notice was given to the other who had suddenly entered their discussion, for everyone but the teen speaking was but a figment of his recollection, and the teen in question seemed too preoccupied making the trial as difficult as possible to realize.

In time it became fairly obvious just who was capable of the remarkable perception needed for the case to proceed, and so had the conversation progressed by their tongues. The body couldn’t have been moved, evidenced by the blood, therefore he must have been killed under the table. Every aspect of the murder was outlined in this way, from how the blackout in which the victim was murdered had occurred, to the threatening letter that had been sent the day prior it. Twenty minutes of detailing and dispelling speculations would pass until Komaeda would remind them they’ve come no closer to actually finding the culprit than from the start of the trial.

”Looks like it could have been any one of us, doesn’t it?” The group becomes agitated, but does nothing out of their ignorance. “Unfortunately, it’s the truth… we’ve discussed the incident all this time and yet we haven’t found a single clue leading to the culprit… but that’s just natural isn’t it? I mean, there’s no way the culprit could be one of us.”

Cutting off someone about to object, a somberness was injected into the atmosphere via his tone, clear effort being made to deter the discussion. ”— Hey, everyone. Haven’t you ever felt like this?”

Suddenly, eye contact would be made as he stared directly at the stranger he hadn’t so much as glanced at this entire trial, a knowing smile revealing he’d been much more aware then he’d let on.

”Haven’t you ever felt it better to die trusting your friends than to survive suspecting them?”

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The details continued on in rambles as the crime scene was painted in my imagination. They were gathered in a room with a table, and once the lights went out, the murder took place under the table. I was used to dealing with closed room murders, but crimes that happened right under your nose were slightly unheard of in my line of work. I was reminded of the gathering in the dining room of the genius' mansion on Wet Crow's Feather Island. There were so many clues that the answer became obvious, but the more they were discussed with a large group the more the answer became out of reach. Some such mysteries are better solved alone, or with a single side kick. In that case, Kunagisa was the star detective, and I was only Watson, mind you. Come to think of it, Emoto Tomoe's death happened right behind me as I tied my shoes. That mystery had been solved alone, but how ironic that I hadn't noticed something so obvious simply because I hadn't looked behind me. If I had done so then, if I had called Tomo-chan back after the mysterious phone call, if I had crushed all chances of chance working in her favour, the jig would have been up. How easily would Mikoko have been caught. Instead, because of the human behaviour she relied on and succeeded in, the solution took an unnecessary amount of time. The misconception of proof is always a set back. "Looks like it could have been any one of us, doesn’t it?" The Einstein, the master behind the discussion, spoke in a concluding voice. "Unfortunately, it’s the truth… we’ve discussed the incident all this time and yet we haven’t found a single clue leading to the culprit… but that’s just natural isn’t it? I mean, there’s no way the culprit could be one of us." That very arrangement of words. There was something off about his reply, however I couldn't yet understand it. And then-- Then, ”— Hey, everyone. Haven’t you ever felt like this?” With a voice that commanded every bit of attention. Those eyes filled with both hope and despair bore directly into mine for the first time in the entire trial. ”Haven’t you ever felt it better to die trusting your friends than to survive suspecting them?”

A chill coursed down my back. I was face to face with my challenger. There were no longer secondary students in our plane of existence, only me and my opponent in this moment of conflict. As if trapped in the strike zone of the predator. I realized the problem with his words. "That depends on who's answering, doesn't it? I certainly live life without a single ounce of trust in another human being. You either ignorantly depend on the people known as friends, or you come to terms with the fact that betrayal cannot be avoided. Hoping that everyone in this room agrees with the latter, then the real truth becomes prevalent: someone in this very room is the murderer, and no one can be trusted." Like the scientists of the Mad Demon's research ward. Like the apprentice in the Hanging High School. Like the college friends in my university. Like old friends deciding on a deal. "Enough of this nonsense. That's a fair bit of manipulation you're using, isn't it? There is no way the culprit could not be someone of suspect in this very court room."

#nonsense bearer uses nonsense!#komaeda please #hopeasis #: komaeda01 #ca event #✴: passenger #ram event

saintism

!to claim our fate: [closed]

but there fortune permitted for the end of her glory and for the last time that she would ever carry arms.

"Retreat! Fall back beyond the gates—!"

Silvern scintillates beneath the scorching sun, vocables clamouring in this forlorn endeavour. Looming walls of tempered stone protrude from the dusted grounds, engulfing all within umbrage to those pressing onward atop wooden passage, minuscule trickles of water resonating from the moat dug deep from vibrating gallops beneath each steed fleeing to safety. Amidst them one lacks, golden tresses adorned with an elaborate diadem peeking above many troops from the rear whilst she stands within both stirrups, elfin fingers grasping tight the monumental standard to wave them forth to escape.

Porcelain features are etched in earnestness, resolute in these efforts to maintain the lives of troops, intrepid so, whom trekked far into the fields of battle with her to rescue Compiegne from siege. Vigilant, lavender hues flick betwixt each soldier before her, honouring herself as last amongst these men to return to safety. Ah, that is until the brief glimpse of a straggle garners her attention.

"Continue onward, do not halt," she shouts, swiftly taking seat in the saddle before maneuvering each reign to guide her blackened mount. Hooves stomp ferocious toward the intended target, resting the silk woven banner against her so one limb might extend outward. Digits yank him toward her, an attempt for him to keep hold of the beast whilst they make way to enter their secured destination. "I know not why one would wander here, stranger, but I shall not forsake you to them," she manages, merely intent on succeeding in those spoken words.

Metal chains resonate throughout the open air, clinking in tandem with each link thus drawn, severing any path into the city before them. There are few left stranded outside the wall, teeth clenching tightly against each other in realizing there is no further entrance into the residence, periodically slowing her horse until halting it amidst those unfortunate to find protection. Eyes turn to glance beyond her shoulder, observing the reinforced Englishmen begin to enclose them with no possibility of flight.

humanitysweakest-blog

Scene changes were a growing trend these days. Whether this was a sign of dying or a simple dream, I did not know. Maybe that computer was real, but that would imply this battle scene before me was also real. Wasn't this France? The Hundred Years' War? It was French versus English in any case, and I was now part of history. "Continue onward, do not halt." A shout from an unknown direction brought me into a scramble to find it. A horse, ridden by a woman in armour, trotted along beside me. Trotted wasn't quite the word, as I very well thought I was going to die via trampling at the speed they were going, but the steed was skillfully maneuvered to the left of me and her hand reached out to yank me towards her. What incredible strength. It had to be the most ungraceful struggle ever, but I somehow managed to climb onto the back of the mount behind my rescuer. "I know not why one would wander here, stranger, but I shall not forsake you to them." "..." This voice was familiar. There was no mistaking I knew this voice. This blond braid, the speech pattern, her very presence... The undeniable being. The horse slowed to a stop. We were surrounded by the enemy, and there existed no exits from the situation. The two of us were trapped.

"Jehanne," I spoke under my breath. "Can we pull off something crazy? Like, climb that wall or take these Englishmen down or something. Being trapped isn't an ideal situation." Of course it wasn't. However, we were only a handful of people against a terribly angry force. There may as well be nothing we could do.

#✴: passenger #saintism #: jehanne01 #ca event #ram event

solecistic

✵; causation — {closed}

Incomprehensible were the measures willingly undertaken in order to ensure the continued livelihood of the cannibal. Physical infliction previously avoided had been suffered without disdain, negativity stifled in wake of the severity of this combative task that had made acquiring his aid a requisite. The assigned role had been properly fulfilled, if not for the blunder that had made it necessary for the unprecedented ally that was ZigZag to interfere in order to preserve the life of the Zerozaki.

Casual banter had been exchanged with the woman thereafter, any breached topic gradually substituted with conversation pertaining to the hitman. As the influencing force behind the current happenstance it was to be expected, logic dictating that this was to occur at some juncture. For the direction of the discussion to refrain from remaining superficial was off putting, in a sense, abandonment implied to be the correct choice in lieu of remaining faithful to the given word of seeing the suicidal mission to it’s conclusion.

Even more so was the discrediting of the value of Izumu’s very existence.

"I don’t understand why he would exist in this world, but for us it seems we have differences when it comes to value."

Undisputed perplexity swathed youthful features as without need for clarification nor justification were the fetters in question. Mouth parted to provide it regardless of the inability to understand why importance had been given to making this distinction, the besought reply given without an inkling of hesitation as the interpersonal relationship was one of absolution.

“My relationship with Izumu?” Vocables sounded, the tone that was used being distinctly frank and remaining so as the answer followed. ”We are accomplices. That is to say, we’re the same as family." An unthinkable likening as familial roots were wrought with animosity, it’d been an astute summary of the bond forged by their intersecting paths. A connection unable to be accepted with those supposedly of the same blood, it was capable when it came to the coinciding improbable existence that was Izumu.

To raise further inquiries, or laughably reject the possibility of emotional depth being possible for one such as he, would prove inconsequential should the present third party attempt to cause an impact with his own words. As the concise truth had been directed at the individual rather than the woman who’d begun this, it would seem as though objection was thought to come from the man.

humanitysweakest-blog

That is to say, we’re the same as family. Confirming the very words spoken to me before his departure was none other than Zerozaki Hitoshiki, in the former shell of who he used to be. The black hair was a bit of a throw-off, but there was still no mistaking that I was face to face with the other side of the mirror. The feeling was the same as it was our very first meeting under the bridge on Friday the 13th. I began to recall a conversation we had in a karaoke bar the day after his attempted murder. He was a normal kid, with normal sensibilities, believed in God, and felt unconditional love for another human being. My mind wandered. This kid was no stranger to me, so naturally, I had to show a bit of interest. Whoever this lover was, it had to be of relevance to his character. Just another reason that we existed as one in the same, of opposite sides.

”Then what’s your definition of family? What makes you accomplices?” In terms of value, humans could be based on a different variety of morals. Self-worth, status, relationships, salary, ethic; the list goes on to include everything you can think of. However, once you begin calculating these values into statistical reports and facts the more it becomes nonsense. Human values are determined by humans themselves and are therefore biased and inaccurate. They are only beneficial to a single person in thought. Of course, it’s not impossible to say opinions can’t be swayed by other opinions, but in the end, the value of a human being is dependent on the human being evaluating. ”And in that case, tell me the value of this Izumu’s existence, if you would.”

#ca event #solecistic #✴: passenger #ram event

lightmorphogeneticfield

EA Themed Questions

Liar: Has there ever been someone or something that you were completely obssessed over?

Fight Like A Girl: Is there anyone or anything you want revenge for? How far would you go to see it through?

Thank God I’m Pretty: Have you ever gotten any unwanted attention? How did you deal with it?

Time For Tea: Is there someone in your life you’d love to get rid of?

Chambermaid: Was there ever a time when you thought you were in love with someone, only to realize you weren’t?

Mad Girl: Was there someone who hurt you in such a way that you don’t think you could ever recover from?

The Key: Was there a time when you’d lost hope, when you thought all was lost?

The Art of Suicide: Do you think death is glamorous?

In The Lake: Have you ever had to deal with a dead body?

4 O’clock: What keeps you up at night?

Gaslight: Was there ever a time where it was ‘you against the world’ where no one would believe or help you?

My Fairweather Friend: Do you have a friend who is only a friend when circumstances are pleasant or profitable?

One Foot In Front Of The Other: Was there ever a point when you had to keep going even when you wanted everything to end or be over?

What If: Did you ever force yourself to change for someone other than yourself?

Save You: Would you, or have you had to, give up on your own happiness for the sake of anothers?

Girls! Girls! Girls!: What are some misconceptions people seem to have about you?

If I Burn: If you were going to die, who is the one person you would want to take to the grave with you?

Take The Pill: Were you ever forced to do something against your will?

Start Another Story: How do you think your life with end? Good or bad? What is your ‘storybook ending’?

Ghost: Are you still grieving over someone?

#o k maybe... one...............#: meme sunday

IMPRISONMENT [✵ : host]

"Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being." ------ Oba Yozo, No Longer Human

Another. Another book was finished. I struggled with biology, even with a mind like mine. Human anatomy, and the like. There was too much to remember at one time, too many changes in circumstances to remember them all at any given time. Class was easy, I had no troubles then, but the senior high and college level content that I read for pleasure was a bit beyond my comprehension. Not a problem. Not a problem for me. I had all the time in the world to figure out this problem, too. Another book later, and I still didn't fully understand the concepts. Oh well, come back to it at a later date. I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling above. I ran over the equations used in class some hours ago. The cost of a pen after subtracting the cost of pencils multiplied by the amount to find each, then calculating that by the overall price to find answer. The typical, "X hours of work done by 8 people would take X hours for 30 people?" Beginner algebra. If A - B = 4 when A + B = 12, what is A? The test fretted upon by twelve year olds was child's play for me. The test they cried to their friends about studying for was never mentioned to me. That was to say, I didn't exist. I didn't exist in their field of awareness. And of course I didn't. I was above them, anyway, so above them we were on different planes of-- My door cracked open, and I shot up. My parents never opened it and I had no friends. So, who? Ahead of me stood a stranger I have never once seen in my life. A stranger I had no knowledge of conversing with.

"... What, are you doing here?"

#ca open #ca event #✵: host #a new day a new role #feel free to reply in either first or third person it doesnt matter to me!#it's great to be back in citta aah #ram event

hopeasis

live doubting . | ca event

Centered within a court stood fifteen individuals and sixteen seats. All members circled as if to inspire debate, the seemingly absent of the group was of no consequence, an image of his expression slathered with a painted “x” taking the place with room to spare. A throne with the best of views would be occupied by a plush bear bizarrely sentient, situated just outside the ring of amateur detectives.

This doll would do the honor of explaining the situation with an enthusiasm inappropriate of the occasion. Fortunately, these rules are rather straightforward. Your task in the school trial is to reason out the identity of the culprit, and vote on who to accuse. Should you correctly identify the culprit, they alone shall be punished. If you vote for the wrong person, then everyone except the culprit will be punished, and the culprit will be given permission to leave the island.

Recalling what the actual matter at hand is, the circumstances become much more clear; this is a memory of another invaded by someone who does not belong. No actual danger presented itself— at least, not to the passenger who so daringly entered. In truth, even the mystery at hand was one long solved and needed no pursuing in the present; by that logic, interfering should have little effect.

”How about we discuss the most interesting fact first?”

After moments of tension, a blond teen interrupted with words disguising an underlying eagerness. He seemed not to notice the appearance of a stranger witnessing his dilemma, nor did any of the other students participating. Regardless, leaving the area was out of the question. As if something had contaminated your vision, no location but the main focus of the memory was visible. The other seats, the elevator, and even the massive screen displayed in the background were blurred significantly. With no obvious exit in sight, the choices here were few— witness or intervene.

humanitysweakest-blog

Before me, a court. A collection of students gathered around in a large circle of podiums with one empty seat, and at the head of the table in a throne fit for a human, sat a familiar black and white bear. Familiar? No, that didn't sound right. There was something jumbled up in my memories, moreso than usual, it felt, so that couldn't be more true than it possibly wasn't. This was, or wasn't, my first time in a trial. However, it was my first in this trial. "How about we discuss the most interesting fact first?" A teenaged boy with wild white hair reminding me of certain murderer spoke up from a few podiums down. Some others piped up, muttering words completely irrelevant to what was said, and nothing like progress was made. "..." I looked ahead at the stand in front of me. No one seemed to notice my presence, but there was an empty seat, and with no such thing as an escape route around me, only one possible option remained. I walked to the podium and took my place in the trial I knew nothing about.