See You Space Octopus

Karma Akabane roleplay blog for Citta. Housing: C-2 Weapons: Wooden knife Rank: Citizen Also Given: Strawberry gelato ingredients Do NOT use my icons all icons on this blog are MINE

[sendousha]

Make a Splash!

[koromatime-blog]

captivefighter:

Somehow, the stunt was over and neither of them had a scratch. Adrenaline was still fiercely pumping through, yet to settle like the waters about them. Sharp intakes of air persisted even once his lungs were quenched, in fighting the current to return to Karma’s side, a meek smile on his face.

Albeit a shaky one, casting a glance up to the ascent from which they’d both launched themselves. It was still a toss-up as to from which end the sight was more daunting.

               “Y- Yeah”. The tone betrayed him, but there was undeniably the sense of accomplishment for having pulled off something that his peers and friends might have, which would have been so far beyond his reach at one time.

And only managed because of a personality like Karma hanging about. Not that it was something he could profess to rushing to try a second time - a daring dive of this caliber needed building up to, and it was only the worry of disappointing the redhead that forced him over the end.

                “It’s really pretty… seeing the ocean from up there. I should have figured you’d find somewhere with such beautiful sights, and seeing the beach stretch so far”.

Karma hadn’t actually expected anyone to get hurt, but maybe it was him being entirely too used to Korosensei not letting that happen. He wasn’t ehre now anyways, this was a stupid move. But if Karma wasn’t making stupid moves who would he be really.

Karma floated the inner tube over toward Aichi, allowing him to grab on if he so chose to. It surprised him Aichi jumped in the first place, but it was pleasant surprise, excitement.

“Yeah, figured this area was steep enough not a lot of people would come over yet tell enough to get a decent un-obscured view.”

“You don’t sound so sure, but I can tell from your face you liked it. So how about it, wanna go again?” a devilish grin played at his lips, knowing full well what Aichi’s answer would be.

[dancapa]

Nobody could blame her, though, right? For reacting like this? Granted, Kido would be more surprised if it wasn’t for what she experienced in this place the past couple of months, yet that discovery shocked her still. Briefly, she wondered what kind of world Karma must’ve come from to live with Korosensei. The boy himself did seem fairly normal, uncomfortable feelings aside. Should she address the matter? Or was it unrelated to their search? In thought, Kido stroke her chin, slowly digesting the information given.

One thing was for sure, though: Should they manage to find Korosensei, she wouldn’t steal his kill, so that’s one thing Karma does not have to worry about. Obviously, Kido was not going to stand a chance in the first place, she wasn’t trained, after all. Even if she was, she had no intention of messing with someone like Korosensei.

Though, she didn’t know about Karma’s mission in the first place. To her, it was a simple search.

Kido choked, blushed, struggled to find a reply. “I haven’t seen a movie like that once!” That was not even a lie, yet her reaction probably indicated such. “I just! Well, I don’t know if they’re big enough!” Geez, that was not going to make it any better, however it was worth a try. And the only reply she could muster.

Still blushing, she found relief in Karma’s next words. “That’s… that’s good to hear.” Kido cleared her throat. “So, any… anyways, should we check out the cinema? I… I mean it’ll be enough if we asked if anybody saw him, we don’t… have to go see the movie.”

[koromatime-blog]

If Karma was to be asked about the differences between his world and here he would have to say his was normal. Which in and of itself was odd, given Korosensei’s existence. It almost made him want to laugh. Would he himself be considered ‘normal’ here too? Or had he always been without realizing it?

Karma’s mission was, for now, simply searching to see if his target even still remained in the city. If not, he’d leave it up to Class E back home, you know if... no, no he couldn’t afford to think like that, he knew they’d take care of things.

Holding his stomach, Karma was practically doubled over in laughter at her response to his questions. Messing with people was just too fun for him sometimes. “I dunno you’re denying it pretty hard for someone who claims to be innocent~” Grinning, he put a finger to his chin “I guess that’s something very few people, myself not included, could answer.”

“I’d rather not see it yes, but checking the cinema is as good a plan as any. Lead the way.”

[ikeatrice-blog]

the murder of roger ackroyd : closed @ koromatime

[koromatime-blog]

ikeatrice:

“I’m sure some stories must be more fun than others. And some endings, too… there must be an aspect of wish fulfillment in there. To be able to go back and change things, and fix things until they work out just the right way…”

He glanced up with serious eyes, odd, almost …pleading eyes, and then averted them. He looked back at the books as though they were the most interesting things in the room.

“I’m something of an amateur writer myself. I get distracted. Pardon me.”

“If you’re in a hurry, then go… I may stay a while and look at these, if–” His voice caught. Really? He choked–really?–swallowed. He pushed through. “If you have any interest in coming back. …Talking about it. In my opinion, mystery novels are best enjoyed, …with someone else.”

Not alone. With a friend. Right? A friend.

“Yeah I mean there’s good and bad endings and through hard work you get the true ending, the ending the story is supposed to have over all. You choose to see how every ending could have gone. it’s an interesting medium for story telling, I could lend you one some time if you want.”

Karma caught a glance at Kanon, returning it with a confused expression of his own.

“You write? Do you write murder mysteries like the ones you read?”

Karma looked at the books in his hands. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and Murder on the Orient Express. Mystery novels someone already knew the secrets of, that understood them and seemed capable of discussing on Karma’s level. Yes, yes he would definitely be coming back.

“When do you wanna meet up to talk them through then?”

[ikeatrice-blog]

the murder of roger ackroyd : closed @ koromatime

[koromatime-blog]

ikeatrice:

“Handheld game systems… if they’re games, there must be choices. Right? Ways to win or lose. The, different endings. …It sounds interesting.”

Interesting, sure. A hundred choices, a thousand options, a million endings–it sounded overwhelming, and it sounded familiar. How much time could you spend writing something like that, or playing through it, until you found the single shard of hope?

Motive. What drives a person. Kanon looked up; Kanon blinked.

It wasn’t his voice, so much, that was familiar–and, of course, this boy was much younger than the other. Older than he had been, younger than he was now. But the words, and the red hair, and the serious look in his eye–Kanon looked away.

“They’re not mine. I don’t need any. I’ll put them back; you can go check out.”

They’d catch up with one another, or they wouldn’t. Would it be nice? Would it hurt? What kind of friend makes a constant comparison, ill-chosen, ill-timed? It had been so long. But–he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah your choices lead to the endings. You typically pick what you feel you resonate with the most the first playthrough, but then you just pick the other options afterward to see everything. It’s fun, depending on the story.”

Hours, weeks, years could go into everything from playing to creating these games. It was truly interesting, and while not all the games were good, they were still, respectfully, art.

Karma raised an eyebrow at Kanon’s reaction to his words. Was it something he said? Yes, Karma had a slight interest in the morbid, the odd, the interesting, but he hadn’t thought it was that off putting.

“You sure? You looked pretty excited about some of those books.”

Karma didn’t mind comparison. He would prod and poke about it, but he wouldn’t force him to say anything, he wouldn’t force out bad memories and tainted words. He couldn’t help being who he was. He couldn’t help being too grotesquely familiar.

He couldn’t help reminding Kanon of Ushiromiya Battler.

[koromatime-blog]

dancapa:

Well then. That sounded like a person Kido wanted to meet for curious’ sake, but also like someone she’d like to avoid at all costs. If you could even call him a person in the first place. In response, the girl let out a noise akin to a grunt, a distressed one. It was too late to pull back, to say ’Thinking about it again, I’d rather not…’ No, she isn’t one to push people back once she extended a hand, though Kido wasn’t so sure if this boy needed help in the first place. He seemed capable, dangerous, as well like someone Kido shouldn’t get in touch with.

However, she didn’t want to judge too soon, knew how harsh people could be, how much injustice was done by relying on first impressions. Though, it was hard to tell what she’d do after seeing Korosensei right in front of her for real.

He’d stick out. Well, usually. In a place like Hive a octopus-like teacher grinning from ear to ear he apparently didn’t even have wasn’t too abnormal. Which was scary in itself.

Kido blushed at a certain remark, unable to help out with that one. The new information relieved her, though. At least she wouldn’t get hurt, not without giving Korosensei any reason to. Oh boy, she so wouldn’t do that. “We could try out the cinema nearby, maybe they’re playing a movie that included the… well… includes lots of women.” The girl cleared her throat, blushing some more. She’d rather not mention being awfully aware of a movie airing that might suit Korosensei’s tastes. It was a coincidence she knew, one that she was ashamed of. “I mean, he could get some snacks there, too. Dunno about the teaching part.”

The girl shrugged, trailing behind Karma. There was a tiny distance between them, one Kido was not conscious of. “You said he wouldn’t hurt us, but… would we hurt him? He sounds like a tough opponent.” Perhaps Kido was mistaken about that, maybe her assumption was off but from the way he talked, the information given and Karma’s general behavior, she was led to the conclusion there was more behind finding him.

Karma couldn’t help noticing the mix of emotions flowing through her while she was lost in thought. That was what he expected out of someone learning who Korosensei was for the first time, not that he’d ever really had to explain to someone about him. Being a national secret isn’t just for names, it’s the real deal. Karma wondered what would happen if information was leaked about Korosensei to other places. Chaos, probably, and more likely the end of their assassination classroom. Too many people would be after Korosensei’s head, and why would they want him to be killed by anyone outside of class E anyways? That would be terrible. Unlikely. Even if they managed to save him instead, Karma still preferred it was done on their own terms.

First impressions are often harsh judges, but Kido had hit the nail on the head. He was definitely capable and dangerous. A fan of violence and pain. It was fun to him.

Karma had also been trying to elicit a reaction out of Korosensei’s interests, but what he hadn’t expected was being told there was a movie playing currently that would suit Korosensei’s tastes.

“Ehhh? You know about a movie like that? How many times have you gone to see something like that~? You must know if they’re big enough for his liking then~”

He didn’t even need to ponder her question, the answer was just obvious to him. “No, he wont hurt a hair on our heads. He’snot allowed to. And even if he was, he doesn’t want to.”

[sendousha]

Make a Splash!

[koromatime-blog]

captivefighter:

Try not to die? Wasn’t that an obvious goal? Still a sore subject, he grasped at his hoodie, adjusting it to ensure it covered everything - lacking confidence in his appearance was one thing, but this summer there was a second reason to keep covered.

Without incident, he’d scaled the ascent, gazing in awe at the view it offered - that the ocean would stretch without interruption to the horizon and what he could see of the shore, the clusters of people collected and paddling in the shallower waters.

                  It offered a small relief from fixation on his racing heart rate once standing at the top of the rockface, gawping down at the distance which separated him and the redhead. Karma had come out unscathed, so he just had to follow that advice and it would all be the same, right?

Right?

His body straightened itself, running over the pointers Karma had offered not once, but thrice, before moving forward whatsoever. Hesitation was commonplace for a boy who lacked confidence, who would be scared into inaction by doubts. But with Karma’s guidance, he might be able to break those habits for just one instance.

                                    Once readied, he sprinted towards the edge and leaped off, soaring through the air and plummeting into the water not far from where Karma himself had. All of a sudden, the heat was no more and his legs kicked furiously to return to the surface, breaking through nearby and searched for the younger.

                      “How was that?” he called, inhaling deeply to replenish his lungs.

Karma thought it was odd Aichi would wear a hoodie to go swimming. Who even does that? The extra fabric would get so heavy it would just weigh him down in the end. It was dangerous.

Karma paddled around in the water, offering Aichi a small wave when he looked down. A small red haired speck in the clear blue waters. Well, maybe a little bigger than a speck, but Aichi was still pretty far away from Karma now.

He knew Aichi would be fine, he knew he could do this. It looked terrifying to some and probably felt so to others. The view and the exhilaration from the jump though, that cancelled out all fear.

He grinned upward seeing Aichi’s form descending the cliff in style, a large wave splashing up and wetting Karma’s hair and pushing his floaty tube around a little, watching where Aichi had gone under and waiting for him to come back up.

And once Aichi had air in his lungs, Karma could let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in.

“Yeah that was great. Did you like it?”

[koromatime-blog]

unsetter:

He shrugs, donning a cheeky grin as wide as the aisle-way. “You gave me an offer I couldn’t pass up!”

And okay, he might get a little self-conscious about his height every once in a while, but he’s not selectively picking on just you, Karma. The setter goes quiet as he picks around a few wares, taking the chance to remember all the times he’s found himself inferior to many of the other players around him. He knows he’s not the best, but, if he can be as good as he can be around his friends, Sugawara doesn’t find himself complaining.

“Karma, get down here again, will you?”

Ruffling the redhead’s hair comes in one swift motion as taking the silly stool off his head. “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“It wasn’t a serious offer! Who would be serious about something this stupid Suga-senpai?”

Jeez, way to tease the kid Suga. Karma was used to it by now though. He was basically getting the same treatment he gave others and that was the golden rule, wasn’t it? Not that he ever really gave two shits about rules in the first place anyways. It was kinda funny, really. Karma’s blatant disregard for others while still caring about certain ones. Karma thought himself weird in this regard.

He watched Suga picking things up on the shelves, grabbing his own things to stuff into the basket, helping out a little for once. What a big surprise.

When Suga asked for him to bring himself down to his ‘friends’ level, Karma obliged, eyebrow raised as he leaned over a little to meet Suga’s eyes.

Finally the stupid hat he had was gone. Thanks Suga. He looked a little confused at the hair ruffle, but it was also seemingly normal. At least this time someone wasn’t ruffling his hair with a tentacle.

“Yeah sure, don’t worry about it. Figured I might as well do something today.”

[koromatime-blog]

Familiarity Time || closed; kirahebi

[kirahebi-blog]

[ ☢ ] – Nagisa trusts Korosensei to know the teacher wouldn’t lie about his destruction on March 13th, much less lie about his students’ graduation date. Under normal circumstances, he would be able to say they should all be dead with as much certainty he can muster up in his body. Though that’s just the problem: this isn’t a normal circumstance. Karasuma and Irina had taught adaptability in extreme conditions, but where did they ever teach about alternate universes?!

       … At least, that’s what he thinks after taking in his initial surroundings. Nagisa mistakes the extravagant outfits around him as cosplay, and he thinks he’s in Tokyo until he realizes the difference in weather from home. Then, while he thinks an alternate timeline might just be more plausible, it certainly doesn’t calm him down. The face on the screen had said he was in some experiment in “Hive City” but Nagisa can’t ever recall any outstanding settlement like this one. Surely even the government can’t cover up wide-spread abduction like this, can it? Questions continue to fill his head. He doesn’t enjoy this kind of uncertainty.

       “I was hoping you could tell me that, r-really…” If someone like Karma had let time slip by without even realizing it, then their chances only slim. It makes him wonder just how long his classmate has been here to make him so dismissive of the date.

       The boy swallows the lump in his throat before recomposing himself. He’s still visibly shaken, but at least he’s not bouncing off the walls anymore.

       “You’ve been here for a long time now, haven’t you? The last I knew it was still January, yet here you are before me barely remembering it’s June. I know you’re not the type to forget easily, so I can’t help but be even more worried.” He can hear how shaky his own voice is and takes a deep breath here. “Just… what is this place?”

[koromatime-blog]

Karma too knew that Korosensei wouldn’t lie about something as drastic and pressing as the end of the world. Or, on a lesser scale (tho maybe larger for Korosensei himself, somehow), their graduation. The graduation they were all promised time and time again they would not receive.

Maybe Karma just assumed the odd was becoming normal, that’s why he didn’t question the world he had ended up in. He’d woken up in a laboratory and told what to do, which he loathed, and was slightly offended when he couldn’t find a way back where he’d come from, any reference to where he’d been or what had happened to him. All he knew is the same thing had happened to other people as well, and at least once to Korosensei. Korosensei, Karasuma sensei, and now Nagisa-kun. There were familiar faces here. Maybe that’s what bothered him the most, people he knew getting involved.

“Yeah, I’ve been here since about the end of January or beginning of February. So entirely too long. I haven’t found a way out yet though. I wouldn’t just lose track of time like that. Something’s really off. Did you know it’s 2015 here? We’re in the future. That’s not all. Korosensei, Karasuma-sensei, and now you, I’ve seen you all. Well, you again, this is your second time here, and I guess you don’t really remember the first. As for what this place is, what I’ve managed to gather is artificial city in a rift in time, tucked away in a place no one has seen for the purpose of watching us, testing us, learning us.”

[incandeo]

frisbee? more like frisbye.

[incandeo]

  JUST BE glad it wasn’t a plastic bucket filled with sand or anything of the sort which could be found at a beach. To be fair, the frisbee had adorned the color of red and the stranger’s hair happened to be also red– so Frank could claim that he swore he merely saw to similar colors colliding into each other. 

   Wincing at the sudden curse, forgetting that this city is filled with odd characters who prefer to use the darker side of words. Running that aside, the slightly larger male continued to apologize profusely. While it wasn’t a rare sight for him to leave a bump on someone’s head, his natural instincts to beg for forgiveness always kicked in. 

   To top it off, he raised his limbs as a sign of resignation. ❝Sure– err I meant, of course I will! I swear I didn’t see you… and your gelato that’s on the floor now. Also don’t go swinging that frisbee around, you could hurt someone with that.❞

[koromatime-blog]

He was lucky, yes that it hadn’t been something heavier, like a watermelon. He didn’t want to leave the beach today with a concussion. Karma came out to have a good time and honestly he’s feeling so attacked right now. He didn’t know how long he could harp on this situation but fuck his head just hurt and... was he forming a bruise at his temple? Oh hell no. No one managed to really get a hit on him before and here comes this asshole with his frisbee managing to land an attack on him. What a disgrace of an assassin really. Should’ve dodged Karma, should’ve dodged.

Gripping the frisbee in his hand, Karma found himself pouting at the other boy, watching him apologize with such technique that he must be a true master in the art of being sorry. He couldn’t stay too mad, honestly, at a simple mistake, but maybe he could get a new gelato out of it.

“Yeah, that sure is my strawberry gelato I was looking forward to on the ground,” he agreed, pausing a moment to look down at the splattered mess attracting ants. “And really? You’re the one who hit me  with a frisbee and you’re lecturing me on how to be careful with it? Real rich.”

He thrust the frisbee back into Frank’s hands, not even waiting to see if he had grabbed on or not yet before pulling his arm back into a cross armed scowl.

[dancapa]

Well, he had yet to find out what had become normal to Kido, what she considered to be part of a routine others would question but why bring up weird eye-powers unless she had to? There was no point, it was not going to be of any help during their seach, either. Hibiya would be a better assistant, Kido mused, after all he could just take a quick look, while Kido did nothing but… well, disappear. If the octopus was going to run the moment he spotted the duo, then, yes then maybe, Kido could bring it up.

   "Well, some people were talking about it. I just overheard them briefly and quickly ruled one by one out. I’m sorry if that was rude…“ She didn’t mean to pry, but sometimes Hive’s habitants made you part of something you actually wanted to avoid.

   ”That’s… that’s good to know.“ Not much of a relief, seeing how she was in a different position, but that just sounded like scenario number two in which Kido could use her Concealing Eyes. All was going to be fine, she just had to chant it often enough in her mind. ”Anyways…“, the girl cleared her throat, ”I’m afraid I haven’t seen your teacher around here, he sounds tough to overlook. Got any clues?“

[koromatime-blog]

Korosensei wasn’t known for a fight or flight attitude. In fact, if Korosensei had seen them coming, the more likely outcome would be quickly shining Karma’s shoes and brushing his hair rather than avoiding an outright attack. But he always would dodge, at the last second, and his students would learn and grow. Maybe that’s why he was so interesting, anyway.

“No it’s alright, makes explaining easier I guess. Or not needed, that too. Light description though, he’s big and yellow, tentacles everywhere, graduation robes for some reason. Always smiling like he’s happy to see you, and maybe he is, who knows what’s going on in that big squishy takoyaki head of his? Wondering if that rang any bells for you anyway. Once you see him it’s kinda really hard to forget he exists. That, and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.”

Karma grinned to himself, turning to start walking with his new traveling companion, mind deep in thought. What was he supposed to do against Korosensei though? He’d lent his wooden knife to Nagisa to put him back in his comfort level, and Karma was embarrassingly unarmed, save for the mustard and wasabi tubes in his pockets. They’d have to do for now, he supposed.

“I’m teasing, mostly. He wouldn’t hurt you. That’s not who he is.” Karma shrugged at her question, thinking back to what he knew about Korosensei. “Well... I know he likes sweets, movies, big titties, and teaching, so maybe a place with one or more of those.”

[sendousha]

Make a Splash!

[sendousha]

There’d been no doubt in Aichi’s mind that Karma had both the skill and courage to pull off such a stunt, though the ever-present risk was a factor that would nag away nevertheless.

The gentle water ruptured with Karma’s plunge, forcing Aichi to kick against the miniature current to keep his position and meet with the redhead once he surface.

                           Perhaps something that might have been safer from a distance.

“M- Me–?”

The two of them were leagues apart in so many respects when it came to physique; Aichi gaped at the rocky ledge and paddled towards the protruding rock, removing the inflatable from around him and nudged it in Karma’s direction.

             “Well, o- okay then. I’ll try my best”.

With that, he had little option but to climb; a mixture of apprehension and excitement churning in the pit of his stomach. “Any tips you have?” he called whilst scaling the edge, sights fixed on the path from which Karma had launched himself.

[koromatime-blog]

Karma was skilled, learning hardcore parkour in his PE class, so jumping off a cliff into some deep water was the furthest thing from dangerous in his mind, so he wasn’t phased when Aichi told him to be careful, just confused. After all, last time he jumped off a cliff he was fine. And he was fine when he hit the cool blue water and came up for air, treading water next to Aichi with a wild look in his eye and an even wilder grin. A look that said he was surely up to no good. Aichi should honestly be more afraid of Karma than the upcoming jump he asked him to participate in. Maybe you should’ve stayed away from Karma entirely Aichi, that sounds like a reasonably safe distance. How had he dragged you along for this anyway, or had you offered yourself under the guise of needing to supervise him. He was after all, still a middle schooler, and as his senpai, didn’t you need to make sure he didn’t make a fool of himself, or hurt himself? Well, Aichi didn’t need to, and Karma wouldn’t ahve let him fuss over his well being, but he was surely glad for the company at any rate. He usually preferred to do things alone but what’s more lame than jumping off a cliff by yourself for fun?

“Yes you, who else would I be talking to right now?”

While yes, they were physically different, he trusted that Aichi could follow suit. After all, it wasn’t difficult, and if you were careful you’d be just fine and have fun. Besides, Aichi seemed like a nice cautious kind of guy, he was sure to be safe and okay. You know, outside of him probably being scared out of his mind.

Karma took the floaty tube and swam inside, kicking around a little to get out of Aichi’s potential landing zone. He thought, more than once while watching Aichi make the trek to the top of the cliff, of joining him up there for safety measures. He also thought Aichi was old enough to know what he was doing and to make sure he was safe. That, and Karma wanted to ride the wave that would come from Aichi’s drop into the water. Now that sounded like a blast to him.

“Tips? Look where you’re walking, look where you’re jumping, don’t lean back, don’t hesitate and don’t do too short of a jump. Don’t die!”

[unsetter]

Silently, in his head, he wishes he never has to hear doubts like that. It’s not like, at this point in time, does Sugawara consider Karma a close friend, much less his best friend, but they’re definitely past simple acquaintances and he hopes the “14 year old” knows that. A quick moment passes between them as the setter gives Karma a quizzical look. There’s no way in hell this kid is only 14 years old. What the heck.

Quickly, Sugawara props up the stool in his hands on the ground, grabs a second one, and climbs up the first one to set it atop Karma’s head. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps smiling at him like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

[koromatime-blog]

Karma was still cautious, still internally protecting himself from people, and Suga was no exception. However, he had to say, he was fond of Suga, he was alright around him, he was friends with him. Sorry Suga, he is 14, get used to it until Christmas.

Karma sighed, he hadn’t meant to actually make Suga follow this idea. So now here he was, walking around the store with a children’s step stool on his head. This was stupid.

“Really? You really did that?”

[incandeo]

frisbee? more like frisbye.

koromatime

[incandeo]

  HERE HE was along with the rest of the ‘crowd.’ The crowd mainly referring to the rest of the population of the metropolis which he currently, albeit happily, resides in. For some odd peculiar reason a beach had been driven out from the nothingness, though it was safe to say he had no interest in staying at this new-found section any longer.  

   Beaches were never his forte, nor were they any sort of priority of his. Though that mindset didn’t loom for long as his eyes set its sight on a lone frisbee which seemed abandoned to an extent. He had hoped it’s previous owner wasn’t a child… or anyone in general, so for good measures Frank had fetched out a small sum of money and switched places with the said toy. 

   And then, his fingers grasping the object, he went out of his way for a test run. Little did he know that a red-haired man would be passing by anytime now. Without any hesitation, the raven-haired flung out the frisbee– and then the two things collided– an angry shout resounding from the other– ah, so much happens with Frank Zhang. 

   It didn’t even take a second for his face to go fully red. ❝I–I’m sorry, stranger! I swear I never saw you there!❞

[koromatime-blog]

Never had Karma ever expected to be assaulted by a children’s toy, especially when walking down the beach in an attempt to relax. But here he was, taking a frisbee, a rather firmly thrown one he might add, right to the temple.

Karma ducked down, holding his temple with both hands and dropping his strawberry gelato on the ground, which he hadn’t even gotten to eat mind you. In frustration and pain and angry “FUCK!” escaped his lips. He didn’t care if he was cursing, that hurt.

He began looking around for the culprit and snatched up the frisbee angrily, when he was approached.

“Pay attention to where you’re throwing things!”

[sendousha]

Make a Splash!

                                                 “Are you sure this is safe?”

He was tucked in the centre of an inner tube, the current was pleasantly gentle, and there should be no danger of any surge dragging him away from the shore.

It wasn’t for his own sake he was questioning the endeavour, but Karma’s, who stood atop a jagged formation which stretched out from near to the beach’s root. He’d suggested roping in someone to jump - ‘tombstone’, the phrase he’d used - though the terrain had Aichi, who viewed from the waters, speculate the activity.                             “I wouldn’t want to see you or someone else get hurt, now more than ever”.

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“Would I be doing it if it wasn’t safe?”

Well Karma, you probably would, if we were being honest anyway. 

The water was blue and sparkling and he’d checked the depth ahead of time. He wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t going to to jump and hurt himself. He knew what to do, he was informed, the way he always liked to be.

“Just stay calm, I’ll be fine okay?”

He backed up, before he began running, taking a flying leap off the cliff splashing down in the water with a loud laugh. Living on the edge, that was his style.

Once he’d managed to surface, however, he smiled a devilish grin at Aichi.

“You’re up.”

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the murder of roger ackroyd : closed @ koromatime

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“Visual novels… that’s something on the computer, isn’t it?” He piled the books neatly on the shelf, adjusting their spines until they were straight and even. “I suppose I’m still adjusting to that. You’re from a world where those are common? If you’re interested, …I can offer some suggestions…”

Kanon’s eyes stayed on the books, on the shelf and in his hand–he didn’t meet the other boy’s eyes. Is that what friends do? Pick up one another’s messes, and talk about mysteries?

“How did you choose that one?” he asked softly. “Have you heard of it before? Or was it the title that stuck out to you?”

Imagine: the culprit of one, and the culprit of the other… or the victims, the circumstances. What could that say about his companion? …Or nothing at all–does one need to be a murderer to enjoy a mystery? Hardly. Imagine: stories, puzzles, built to bridge a gap between two disconnected people… Or an irate librarian telling them to shut up and clean up their mess and leave.  He turned. Only a few were left on the ground.

He said, “Are those your final choices?”

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“Yeah they’re on the computer and game systems, mostly handheld ones. Just stories with sometimes, multiple endings and a true ending that’s considered the real one. Yeah, they’re exceedingly common where I’m from. There’s so many they sort of saturate the market sometimes, anyway. Yeah sure, offer away I guess.”

“Mmmm... The title definitely. Murder? I’m interested. Those are always intriguing to figure out. Motive especially, what drives someone to take a life.”

Karma heard the librarian telling them they were too noisy, too messy, and kindly told them to take their choices to the front to be checked out, so they could remove themselves from her presence.

“Yeah, I’m good, those on the floor yours?”

[koromatime-blog]

Player Two Time|| closed; captivefighter

[sendousha]

An inquisitive gaze trained itself onto the much taller boy, overflowing with confidence and apparently timed so well that he had the chance to tap his shoulder with the plastic weapon. Clutching his own with the faux barrel aimed skywards and clasped between both hands, he’d follow the redhead’s lead when it came to handling the weapon itself.

                   Even when it came to inserting the fee to play the game, adding his own admission charge so to enter as a second player alongside the boy and then straightened his frame, with a palm cupping the back of the gun.

“Karma-kun then”. Something he made sure to he note, lest he require calling it out at any point during the stage. Lips pursed themselves during the tactical strategy, head quickly nodding so to confirm hhis understanding.

“You can count on me". Azure hues rounded to the monitor flashing in front of them and features usually so soft and gentle hardened with the preparation for battle. “I’ll follow your command, if that’s what you want. Please notify me when you need that cover”.

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Karma was a pro and held the gun as such, as someone who used one on a regular basis (or would if he skipped less PE classes, anyway). The weapons matched them in hair colour, oddly enough, and would be funny if Karma paid more attention to it outside of Player 1 and Player 2.

Karma watched the warnings and  tutorials flash over the screen as they had every time he’d started the game up, and every time he’d seen someone else do so the time he was there. He listened to his name roll off of Aichi’s tongue, sounding foreign to himself when someone new was saying it.

“Just relax we’re not on a real mission you know” he said, eyes not leaving the screen as virtual bullets expelled from his barrel. “I’ll tell you when I need it,  just play for fun until then, okay? And don’t forget to shake the gun to reload”.

[koromatime-blog]

Familiarity Time || closed; kirahebi

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[ ☢ ] – It isn’t that he was caught off guard and abducted that worries Nagisa, nor is it the unfamiliar cityscape that causes his distress. Instead, it’s the glaring sun above the jagged skyline and the clear lunch rush around him that’s making his shoulders tremble in fear. 

       For as far as he knew, he had been talking to Nakamura in the forest after class, when the sun had already begun to settle on the horizon.

      The dissonance could have been easily explained: maybe he had just been knocked out and slept through the night, released into the city only one day later. Or, he could err on the side of caution and assume that no, today is not January 22, and Nagisa isn’t sure whether he’s in the afterlife or he’s hallucinating.

         So Karma is a godsent gift, the anchor that pulls him back to whatever twisted reality he’s in right now.

     “Karma-kun!” Whatever the taller student had said clearly doesn’t register in Nagisa’s head. It’s obvious to anyone who had bothered to watch– the blue-haired boy’s little jump in the air and the clutching at his chest are sure telltales that he’s guarded and tense, all too surprised to see a familiar face on such unfamiliar grounds.

       “What day is it today?!”

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Karma watched his small friend jumping around. He also noted that Nagisa had made no mention of what he’d said earlier about him leaving and coming back. This was odd, things were wrong and he knew it. Think calmly Karma, maybe when he returned, his memory hadn’t returned with him. It was plausible, especially if Nagisa had been caught upon reentry, or even upon exit. Who was to say how far he’d gone.

He looked distressed, not entirely unusual for him. An assassination classroom was simultaneously the most relaxing and most stressful place many of them had been in in a while. But Nagisa now just looked out of sorts, afraid, and Karma knew that was wrong.

“Hey whoa calm down will you. It’s June 6th alright, stop---”

Oh.

Oh.

Then it hit him. They were past the deadline and Nagisa was panicking. Did Karma even have a home to return to anymore? Fuck if he knew, probably not, if Korosensei was indeed telling the truth of the matter. No, no it was way past deadline.

“We didn’t do it, did we?”