soda for souda 2013

  { soda for souda 2013 }      dropped goodbye

[mechanizer-blog]

[ soda mission woohoo ]

[superhighschoollevelperfection]

Focusing more on speaking with this Super High School Level Student and less on advertising for the Conglomerate, Togami folded up the few flyers he had on him and shoved them hastily into his pocket. That matter could better be dealt with by grunt level employees. This… stranger… had information that the heir needed to know.

It wasn’t an issue of him forgetting what happened. Such a tragedy had been forced upon him by a certain level of despair. Even if it was completely possible that memory loss was the case, it didn't explain why there was a massive discrepancy in how the heir was perceived. Losing weight? What weight was there that needed to be lost?

Togami listened to the pink-haired boy’s explanation of things. Indeed, they sounded similar to the accounts that Mikan provided. Some sort of island, and some strange rabbit creature similar to Monobear. A mutual game of killing. That would make sense. But he couldn't have been there…

“Monobear? Interesting. I thought we’d already rid ourselves of the bear and its controller before… Killing to graduate. Typical.”

“However, that could not have been me with you. I was involved with fifteen students at Hope’s Peak Academy, not this strange island of yours. I doubt that this story of yours is made up, though. You sound too sure of it.”

[mechanizer-blog]

The words that were coming out of Togami's mouth, that they had already defeated Monobear and the mastermind, only continued to establish the validity in the fact that this was, indeed, another Togami Byakuya. After all, how could the Togami that he knew have access to such information? 

"O-Of course I'm sure of it! I was there, through the entire thing!!" An involuntary shudder ran through him, as he mused that somehow, through fright and luck, he'd survived the incident, even if his immediate acquaintances hadn't. But the very thought of killing someone was more than terrifying to him, a person who preferred tinkering with machinery rather than dealing with a unit which, once shut down, could not be revived with screwdrivers and wrenches.

Arms crossed across his chest, he glanced upon the heir in confusion, trying to accept the seemingly supernatural reality that there existed more than one version of Togami.

"So, if you're not the Togami that I know, then who exactly are you? And why are there two of you?"

[crmlttes]

things i have learned about souda from sachis tweets

he wants to work on space rockets when hes older

he didnt want to tell hinata because he thought it was embarrassing

his dream is to make a monster machine that goes like 949km/h but he doesnt want to ride it

he has motion sickness and hates riding cars and doesnt want to get a drivers licence but he loves cars

he loves the smell of oil

he misses the smell of oil since he came to the island

he started messing with the alarm clock in his room and it wouldnt go back together so he made it into a car-like thing

souda always messes up what hes doing around sonia

souda is THEH FUCKGIJN CUTEST TBHIN G EVER BYE

[mechanizer-blog]

how do you feel about sonia-san :^)

(u may have said "sonia-san" but he heard "the fairest princess in the entire world wowee")

"Sonia-san? Everything about her is just so pretty!! To be quite honest, I didn't even know that someone so beautiful could exist... Her smile, her golden hair, her outfit, her personality, and did I mention, her smile? I could get lost in that smile for days... --Ah, but don't tell her that, okay?

I won't allow anyone to treat her just like any other average person!! She's a princess, y'know! So you've gotta treat her like a princess!"

[tendoyu-blog]

[mechanizer-blog]

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[mechanizer-blog]

[ soda mission woohoo ]

[drn008]

It had only been a couple of hours, and Elec Man was already beyond bored of this city. There was plenty to explore, sure, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he wanted to get out of here already. It seemed as though he was not the only one that had been ripped from his home and thrust into Hive City. A number of humans had been as well, and Elec Man took it upon himself to protect them, as was his duty.

Luckily, his services hadn't been needed as of yet, so Elec Man had taken to simply walking around the city. His optic sensors scanned as much of his surroundings as possible, trying to take in everything and find potential ways to escape or hack into the mainframe of the city’s computer systems. So far, nothing.

He was so focused in his own thoughts that he hardly noticed when a human tapped him on the shoulder. Eventually he turned, tilting his head a bit as he saw him. Pink was such an odd color for human hair. No way was that natural.

“Of course, human. It’s right over there.”

Elec Man pointed a robotic finger over to the left. How had the human managed to miss that? It was right there. Clearly, this was why robots like him were needed.

[mechanizer-blog]

When the stranger responded, Kazuichi nearly leapt into the air, exclaiming loudly as he shifted his foot back, arms flailing to keep his balance, briefly forgetting about his one-man search for a vending machine. Eyes wide, he pointed an accusatory finger at the robot, out of sheer surprise rather than accusation itself, voicing his surprise in only the most elegant of ways.

"A-Aren't you a robot? Why are you talking on your own? And walking? And... functioning?" Sure, Kazuichi had put together a little bot to cheer Akane up-- which had functioned, for the most part, on its own, but that had been a small piece of machinery when compared to the... human-sized robot in front of him.

"I... Wh..." With his palm pressed against his forehead, he continued to babble wordless syllables, still not quite over the initial shock of coming across a fully-functioning, independent machine unit. Sure, Kazuichi himself was an exceptional mechanic, and knew of the existence of robots being able to perform simple tasks on their own, but that was a field still being explored; how could this robot execute such complex tasks without a controller?

His voice threatened to crack, as he asked, "What are you?"

[mechanizer-blog]

[ soda mission woohoo ]

[superhighschoollevelperfection]

A quick once over of the man who wanted to waste his time gave a laughable impression. The strange color of the stranger’s hair was highlighted by the obtrusive color of his clothing. There was no way that this person could amount to anything in his life. If he was so concerned with finding something to quench his thirst, he could easily find what he was looking for without bothering Byakuya Togami.

However, it was the words that came out of the pink-haired person’s mouth that surprised the heir most. He recalled his conversation with Mikan, who had been worried about some supposed weight loss. For this guy to recognize him and make a similar comment had to be significant. Togami crossed his arms as he spoke, intent on seeing the connection.

“Yes, I’m Byakuya Togami. I suppose you gleaned that, considering how I said Togami Conglomerate.”

“And I’d like to know just what you mean by saying I’ve lost weight. A girl named Mikan said the same thing. There has to be a reason I’m hearing this more than once.”

If Togami’s prediction was correct, this boy was another one of the phantom Super High School Level Students. A classmate of Mikan’s. It was strange to think how the only connection between the surviving class and this new class was Togami himself. Had he really been involved in both classes? He would have someone look into this matter.

[mechanizer-blog]

"Yeah, you've mentioned your company before..." His voice trailed off, still perplexed at how Togami was still treating him like a stranger-- an acquaintance, now, but as if they were meeting for the first time. The Togami Conglomerate was something that the Togami he knew made sure that his fellow students would never forget. Heir, heir to the company, heir to the family, heir, heir, heir.

Scratching at his cheek with a finger, Kazuichi scrambled for potential reasons that could properly define Togami's memory loss. (At least, that's what he assumed it to be.) Perhaps the events had been too traumatic for Togami to recall?

"Eh, do you really not remember?" Kazuichi hesitantly spoke up, still halfway between a state of shock and fright. He was but a simple mechanic; solutions to situations like these completely eluded his grasp, and he resigned to simply debriefing a small summary as to what had occurred, hoping that it would stir up Togami's memory.

" 'kay, I guess I'll remind you... All of us-- all 16-- got sent to Jabberwock Island, with this rabbit-thing named Usami... She told us about how we were supposed to live in paradise and stuff, but then a few days later, this other bear-- It was sort of black and white and... red... Monobear, I think?" A visible shudder ran through him upon forcing himself to remember, and he nervously gulped as he continued, in a hushed tone.

"It told us we had to kill each other in order to leave the island and graduate.

But you were there with us, Togami. Super high school level heir, right?"

[maoisara-blog]

[mechanizer-blog]

[ soda mission woohoo ]

[kibouu]

The stranger seemed to be eying him up and down, and he suddenly felt oddly insecure about his height, but for some reason he didn’t appear to be intimidating anymore; quite the contrary, in fact, as his expression told Naegi that he was actually friendly. His posture loosened up and he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders (literally), so he managed a smile.

There was an unshakable feeling that he was a familiar person, but he couldn’t put a name to the face. This suspicion was furthered by that for some reason, this man knew who he was. Slightly remorseful, he responded to his addressing him.

“That’s me! Sorry, but you are..?”

The only logical explanation for the reason that he knew him prior to this meeting; the man in front of him was actually a student from Hope’s Peak. If that were the case, he was truly sorry that he had no memories of him.

“Do you want me to show you the way to the vending machine?”

He hadn't much else to do, and being able to help someone, make a friend, and possibly receive an explanation would be a very beneficial scenario for him.

[mechanizer-blog]

Naegi was a sort of celebrity now, in the eyes of those whom he had worked his miracles of hope upon, and Kazuichi was quick-- almost too quick-- to forgive him, it was natural for Naegi to not recall every single face that he'd seen!! After all, he was a hope worker, not a memorizer. Overall, Kazuichi was a rational person, so there was no need for Naegi to feel sorry at all!! 

He tossed Naegi a grin, eager to (re)introduce himself. "I'm Kazuichi Souda, super high school level mechanic!! It's alright that you don't remember, since I bet you're busy saving lots of people, anyway." Naegi might still be confused as to what Kazuichi was talking about, but that didn't put a damper in his enthusiastic mood; Naegi would just learn over time, maybe.

At the invitation, he nodded, gratefully. "Sure, that'd be nice. I've been looking for a vending machine for about thirty minutes, and I haven't been successful so far."

Along the way, he would probably offer to discuss all the events that had occurred, but only if Naegi wanted to hear it. But the very idea of spending time with Naegi was almost dazzling to him; he was about to spend time with the very epitome of hope!! (We summarize that Kazuichi is a fan of a multitude of good things and good people.)

[mechanizer-blog]

[ soda mission woohoo ]

[superhighschoollevelperfection]

The worst part about this city was that the scientists had brought their experimental participants in without a penny to their names. The richest people, dependent on their livelihoods, famous for their fortunes, were now facing an empty bank. Sure, there was an opportunity to regain all of that money. But that would take time.

Time which Byakuya Togami seemed to have. He’d accepted the fact that there was no money in his pockets. A major setback, by any measure. Success came at a price, and hard work would be that cost. Even though his initial attempts to start a new branch of company were met with relative success… He’d need many more employees.

Which is why he walked the streets again, ready to place more flyers that pointed to another chance at working under the Togami name. He hadn’t even started, however, before some boring citizen tried to get his attention.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest vending machine was, would you?”

The heir wasted no time in turning to the offending party, ready to impart some… advice.

“Bother someone else with your petty concerns.”

“I don’t need some strange idiot interrupting the rebuilding process of the Togami Conglomerate.” 

[mechanizer-blog]

He swiped a tongue over his lips, unaware of the fact that drinking something carbonated would probably make his thirst worse, rather than alleviate it. But regardless, Kazuichi was a simple-minded person, and he wanted his Coke, 24 packs of grainy sugar and all. 

When the person turned around, his pink eyes widened as he recognized the familiarity of the blonde hair, the glasses and the angled, ice blue gaze. But that was where the similarities ended. This Togami was a whole lot skinnier, had abandoned his white suit for a black one, and looked about half the size of the Togami he knew, horizontally.

The heir's unexpectedly blunt response set Kazuichi at unease, causing him to involuntarily step backwards, with a hand at his mouth, shielding a loud gasp. The Togami he knew didn't talk like that!! Hadn't Togami been the one who always promoted working together to jointly solve their problems? Through teamwork and cooperation, one can solve more? Had he not said that that was the role as a super high school level heir? None of this was making any sense, at least, not to Kazuichi.

He could feel his head reeling with all these sudden differences, but in the end, he was so taken aback by surprise that he practically shouted the first thing that had come to his mind.

"Togami, is that really you? You've lost so much weight!!"

[mechanizer-blog]

[ soda mission woohoo ] --} open

[kibouu]

It was a bright and sunny afternoon. The kind that would make you forget about all of the misfortune in the world, no matter how upset you are. Still, it only added to the cruel irony of being imprisoned here, but Naegi had become conditioned to not fret over these things, and to retain hope for the future.

Of course, there was no point in cooping himself up in his apartment on a day like this, so the boy set out on another exploration of the city. It was a massive environment compared to Hope’s Peak high, and took much longer to map out. Despite this, it was still a task that had to be done, and it wasn’t as though he could get nothing accomplished during his strolls through the city.

It wasn’t long until he was stopped by a stranger. A boy about his age wearing a yellow jumpsuit decorated with several different items. He had an unapproachable air about him, but it wasn’t like Naegi to just ignore him.

“U-uh, I just passed one about two blocks back.” A coin-operated drink machine at that. He had no idea what this guy wanted to do with a vending machine, but he decided it was best to just not ask.

[mechanizer-blog]

The boy whom he had approached didn't seem to be anyone significant. At first glance, the only trait that had stood out to him was the stranger's peculiar height-- or should he say, lack of height.... But anyone that knew where the vending machine was was a friend to him, and he wasn't one to discriminate based off of height alone!!  He was more far simple-minded than he himself would have preferred to be, but he's never preoccupied himself with the big picture to begin with.

Lifting his hand off of Naegi's shoulder, Kazuichi nodded at the other's timid response, giving him a good-natured grin. "Ah, really? I'll go try to find it, then. Thanks for the help!!"

But just as he was about to turn around to retrace his steps down two blocks, there was another thing about the newcomer that caused him to halt in his tracks, a cause that seemed so familiar that it was almost addicting, in a way; it was as if this person's very core radiated an unusually powerful sense of hope, calming, relaxing, and comfortable. And now that he slowly began to recall the events that had occurred, Kazuichi was pretty sure that he had seen the stranger before-- at the final stage of the trials, along with two other people, that had come to their aid to save them from turning back into the rawest forms of despair.

He continued on excitedly, his wide smile exposing his sharp teeth. "Wait, hold on for a second!! Haven't I seen you before?

You're Naegi, right?"

[mechanizer-blog]

[ soda mission woohoo ] --} open

[shslprincess-blog]

With knowing there was a place where she could stay, it counted as one less worry for the princess now that she managed to settle properly. Meant she had more time to explore Hive City as much as she pleased, trying to know more about it and meet their citizens if luck was kind enough with this young woman. Minor details such as tracing a map or following a certain point about the place never struck Sonia’s mind at this point, considering how many surprises this could reserve if she tried to plan out her trip around every street. Much better if she kept everything as a mystery that needed to be solved, made it more exciting.

Like now, being called out of nowhere. A simple question that didn't need such a thoughtful answer but she did take her time to reply to what can be called a stranger now. Turning around to reply at the inquire, aquamarine eyes perking up to meet with a neon pink-haired male that she would recognize everywhere, appearance quite difficult to forget no matter where she was. It took her less than a second to react.

Grabbing both of his hands without any doubt nor even giving a moment to think about her sudden action, Sonia’s gaze quickly sparked up in complete excitement. First Gundam and Pekoyama, now Souda ! They were all here, none of them showing a single scratch. Sonia couldn’t stop but getting giddy and ignored completely the fact this was not exactly the better place for them to meet again. It was better than Jabberwock island, at least.

” Souda-san ! I’m so relieved ! “

” Ah, you were trying to find a vending machine. Forgive me, I got a bit too happy. We can try looking out for one together in this very instant if that’s what you want. “

[mechanizer-blog]

The instant her eyes, radiant and beautiful, met his, it was as if mere seconds elongated into minutes-- a sort of timeless feeling, with a surreal air wafting in the space between them. When she reached forward to hold his hands in hers, he couldn't help but to notice that they felt like fine silk, luxurious satin, a most delicate flower; everything valuable, precious, and wonderfully warm. (Of course, he hadn't the slightest idea as to what these rich fabrics felt like; he could only imagine. Life's tough when you grow up poor, hime-san.) 

He was too busy being ecstatic over the fact that she was holding his hands to properly say anything back at first; when he first tried to open his mouth to tell her something, anything, his throat went dry, and words would not produce. But to say that Kazuichi loved everything about Sonia would be an understatement itself. His attention, all still focused on her, shifted erratically, from her sparkling irises, to the excited, adorable manner with which she had encountered him, to the fact that she was so happy because of him, in this moment, and not anyone else.

But, of course, all these elaborate conjurations were limited within the creative confines of his mind. Dream on, Kazuichi.

When his voice (and common sense) returned to him, he managed to speak, and the words came tumbling out, all at once. "Sonia-san, you're here!! I was worried that something had happened to you... See, I expect that stuff from Gundam, or Hiyoko, or Akane, but you're better than all of them!!"

At her suggestion, his heart leapt with joy. "Yes-- I mean, no-- I mean!! We can do anything you'd like, Sonia-san! I'm fine with doing anything, as long as it's... with you..." His voice trailed off awkwardly, nervousness forcing him to drop his gaze, but the bashful hopefulness was still there. "That is, if you want to spend your time with me..."

[mechanizer-blog]

[ soda mission woohoo ] --} open

For one who had worked with countless blueprints, having comprehended illegible scribbles of mechanic jargon as if they were composed of the workings of his second language, Kazuichi Souda was, without a doubt, completely stumped by this simple city map. He turned it this way and that, his head tilting in confusion and the corners of his lips turning down in an unhappy frown. 

It shouldn't have proven to be such a difficult feat to locate the particular area he was looking for; after all, it was commonplace to see one every few meters or so, or so he thought... But after another few seconds of useless paper-shuffling, a frustrated exhale left him, as he messily folded the paper and tucked it into his back pocket.

In the end, he resigned to asking the nearest person he saw. He allowed several people to pass by undisturbed first, hesitating for just a second too long. But after a moment, he managed to walk up to someone and lightly tapped on their shoulder, to catch their attention. "Hey, you."

"You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest vending machine was, would you?"

[twinbunned-blog]

helping hand →

{ it’s a tough way to live, leading a kawaii life. 

it’s tough and mei knew this.

first impressions were important in her opinion! if she never took care of her appearance, pokemon trainers would look down upon her and refuse to take her seriously. she despised the thought of having a stranger laugh in her face!  which is why she was determined to spend good amounts of time picking her clothes, doing her hair and applying slight make-up to her face in the mornings (not really practical for a trainer, but something needed to conceal those unsightly blemishes!). 

especially her hair. mei took pride in her long, flowing locks and many people had complimented on her hair in the past! sure, her hair was a little on the long side but no way was she cutting her hair. it’s difficult to let go of your hair after growing it for years. besides, that’s why she holds it up in buns! two doughnut-shaped buns! doughnut buns are cute and charming, right? }

” WEEEEEEEHHHH!! “ { perhaps just a little too charming (to a hungry mind anyway). what once was a peaceful moment sitting on a bench in a park was soon transformed into a chaotic scene revolving around the female and her snivy. it seemed the sight of her hair reminded a few pigeons of a certain ring-shaped snack and the birds had begun pecking at her poor head! her arms waved back and forth in an attempt to shoo away the pesky birds but to no avail. snivy, on the other hand, stood on the bench watching. thanks, snivy, damn u, snivy.

what will you do? }

[mechanizer-blog]

Girls-- girls, like his precious golden-haired princess, liked parks, didn't they? He had set off in that particular direction, and thankfully, he had gotten there with relative ease. The park was a strange place, one full of trees in bloom and fresh, green grass, and endless paved pathways that his feet had tread upon, but alas, there was no princess in sight. Disappointed, he was about to turn around and head back to his apartment, when a shriek split the air. He instantly flinched, his body tensing up at the sudden noise, his fingers locking in their respective positions, altogether standing his ground and resisting the urge to run.

After calming himself down and backtracking his steps for a few meters, he finally managed to find the root of the peculiar yell-- a girl, with pigeons eating her hair, and an odd creature standing idly on the bench slat next to her. Out of curiosity (and a strange courage that one only develops when one has felt fear beyond one's normal limits), he rushed foward to help her.

"Oi!!" With a grimace, he waved the pigeons away from her head, accidentally smacking one or two of them with the back of his hand while he did so. Regardless of if he had hurt them or not, he managed to free her hair from the flock of birds, watching as they all flew (or hopped) away.

"Really, now..." He clicked his tongue, an annoyed reaction seemingly aimed at the birds, but really, it was him chastising himself for allowing himself to react in such a way before helping her, while hoping that no one had seen him then. Scratching at the back of his neck, he turned towards her, now that the problem with the pigeons had been resolved, briefly giving her pet an odd glance before looking back at her. "Hey, are you fine?"

[mechanizer-blog]

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please feed me coke

no im not going to eat your children

treat my hime properly you piece of shit