SHSL Spring Board Diver

Yo...Oh you want my name? It's Mizuiro Ren, SHSL Springboard Diver. Affiliated with: R Incorperated Status: Alive

[daikikageyama-blog]

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daiki_k: what better way to spend the holiday season than with family?

suzu22: <3 

mitch_el: dorks

[starshineseeker]

A Special Occasion

[shizuka-atoshi]

Daiki Kageyama - SHSL Wake Boarder [ x ]

[starshineseeker]

Field Trip!!

“Yo, ‘Zuiro, Dai? Do you mind covering for me at the pool for the next couple weeks? I just got an invitation to go on the Kaiyou trip!”

“You know we don’t mind. I’ve never been to Kaiyou, but the sea is beautiful this time of the year.”

“It’d take a maelstrom for you to admit the sea isn’t beautiful, idiot. But yeah. Don’t drown, crab.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it dork-for-brains. And thanks you two! I’ll bring you guys a souvenir, promise!”

[starshineseeker]

Piercing

“Piercings and pool water don’t mix you stupid crab.”

“You’re just jealous because Dai and I have cool body art stuff and you don’t.”

“Please, just because you say you got a piercing doesn’t mean I’m going to believe-”

“…..”

“I swear to fucking god Suzu.”

“You have to admit, she looks good.”

“Shaddup Daiki.”

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The Three Dorketeers...

Daiki usually lets the ‘unofficial holidays’ pass without much thought. At the most, he’ll make note of it, but that’s the extent of his celebrations.

Today is different.

Sighing, he walks out onto his apartment balcony, book in hand, before curling up on one of the bean bag chairs nestled in the far corner of the relatively spacious balcony.

Quietly he reads, his eyes moving with ease down the pages. The book is well loved-dog eared pages, creases in the spine, the old book smell-so it’s no surprise that he almost has the story memorized and doesn’t really need to reread it to know what happens.

He does anyways.

The sun is just about to set behind the horizon when he finishes. Closing the book, Daiki lets out a quiet sigh before he stands. Walking over to the balcony’s edge, he looks outwards in the direction of the ocean. He can’t see it. But he knows it’s there. Just like how he can’t see them, but he knows they’re there for him. The copy of the Three Musketeers they shared suddenly feels heavy.

“Happy Best Friends Day…”

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I take it Suzuka is the kitty, and Mizuiro is the dog trying to pretend he's not wagging his tail so much?

“Shaddup.”

[lepipehd]

[buddhabrot]

this is actually the best post on the internet i lied every other time i said that

[mizuiroren-blog]

Mizuiro and Suzuka's relationship in a nut shell.

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Fishy [1] 

Conor Breagadoir: Octopus

Mizuiro Ren: Lion Fish

[rincorperated]

Trial Start Case 3

“All right everyone, welcome to the trial of the murders of Katsuo and Mizuiro… Ah, I have something specific for this trial. H.A.R.I~?”

“M-me? Oh… What you said. Right… Sigh, I have to say it myself. This case… You will have two votes. You will vote on Mizuiro-san’s killer, and Katsuo-san’s killers, individually.”

“It’s so we don’t have a rehash of last game’s third murder where the fact they only had one vote made it obvious there was one killer. Seriously, they almost voted for Darius and thought he killed the poet-chick-who-I-forget-the-name-of when they only had one vote. Idiots. You can still, technically, vote the same person for both. but keep in mind… the penalty for being incorrect still applies.”

[rincorperated]

Mizuiro Ren, one of the eldest and strongest, was collapsed on the ground and bleeding from his chest and stomach. It was very obvious from the amount of wounds, and the slump of his body, after seeing two of them already- and in some of your cases more- that the SHSL Springboard Diver turned Hope’s Peak Official… was dead.

However as you start to get to work, a quiet voice speaks up.

“Everyone... There’s more for you all to look at. Please follow me.”

[rincorperated]

Swimming with the Fishes

Your dreams were full of fear and panic, loved ones lashing through your mind, scenes of their death, execution, or their pain from their own game flashing through your mind and making you restless.

You felt as though you hadn’t had much rest before the quick rapping at your door sounded, and a muffled voice spoke rapidly.

“Everyone. Wake up. Someone has fallen for this motive. Come as soon as you can.”

You slowly wake up, Hanuel’s words not registering until you are half dressed.

Someone is dead again.

Fear hits you, and you quickly make your way out of the room, barely registering that there’re quite a few people missing from the elevator as Hanuel presses the button for the second floor.

The ride up is agonizingly slow, various people’s nervous habits sounding as the elevator opens and Hanuel places his hands behind his back, quickly walking to the rec room…

Inside is a… frightening sight.

[rincorperated]

how to save a life || ryuu || motive reaction OPEN

[shslacrobat]

Another game. Was Umi really in another game? Would she be okay? Killing someone would just make him lose her in a different way, but the idea of finding out she was killed…

Before the thought could reach conclusion, they were in the rec room. Ren shoved two of the couches, hopping on over the back. Ryuu climbed over himself, leaning back and sitting cross-legged while he stared. God. Flying home. Ryuu adored what he did, but it never really occured to him in the hecticness of all of this. Now that his sister was dragged into the mess, he very suddenly wished that he could be… flying.

Ren is definitely being vague, but for once, Ryuu gets it.

“… my older sister, Umi, is the only reason I ever got into acrobatics in the first place. I followed her around like a lost dog when I was a kid, so when she started getting into gymnastics and all of that stuff, I sorta went with her. Now I can’t imagine what I’d be like if I hadn’t.”

“And now she’s probably in some other shitty game. Fucking asshole robots. What’s the point of doing something like this besides being a prick? For fucks sake.”

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“To break us. That’s what the point of this whole shit show anyways.” 

Mizuiro doesn’t mean to answer, but he does anyways. “You think that them doing something to you physically or emotionally, or tempting you with something is enough but it’s not. Not for them it never is. They don’t give a damn about who they involve, no matter how sick, or twisted, or wrong, or the fact that the bastard who’s in charge of this whole fiasco is willing to get a ba-”

There’s an audible snap as Mizuiro shuts his mouth. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, I fucking babbled like that stupid crab, he thinks to himself, trying to focus again on the sky outside. “...You’re sister sounds cool. I knew a couple acrobats from the gym where I used to practice. Their tricks were ridiculous.”

[brexgadoir]

I’m probably gonna go to Chell for this… But, like the Wolfy howls at the Moony, this is an opportunity that I Mai not pass up! I need sleep like a Kat.suo, I i-Taj-ine that had I stayed up for this punfest, I Maya been grumpy this morning. Still, I cannot help but (Ma)sae about missing it. Though, I won’t be Soren about it; I The(o ) that it was not meant to be. Let me Masque, would sticking around have been my win, or Melosia? But then, Yuu can’t answer, can Ryuu? It’s a question only I can answer. Su,mi best option is to work that out for myself; but, I should know that answer from the Gec-ko. I’m doing well, I’m not Lucy my good mood, so it’s all good! Nothing is Nikki my enthusiasm! Manami-s Sweets, and I shall put on Makoto go out for the day (because it’s rather cold, I’ll need a coat). Kei,ta motive is a really tough one to swallow. Conor won’t be doing well: Kezao-t of his false calm now! …Akemi, Haneul, and Mizuiro.

Me

Sorry about those last three, couldn’t Jam them in.  Not Joshing you on that, I promise!

(via brexgadoir)

[rincorperated]

how to save a life || ryuu || motive reaction OPEN

[shslacrobat]

And then, like a touch screen, the touch on his back woke Ryuu from his stupor. He blinked slowly, the blond tilted his head slightly to look at the older man. Get outta here. Get… oh. Right. 

For the few moments after the motive announcement, he’d almost forgotten where he was, completely swept up in the wave of emotions. Now, however, he was back, no matter how much he wished he wasn’t.

“Oh. Right. Okay. Let’s… go. I’m always enthusiastic – no idea what you’re talking about.”

Ryuu sighed inwardly, unable to shove away the motive long enough to form a convincing smile, but he made a token effort.

“You look… enthusiastic, too. Where should we go?”

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“Kitchen? That hall with the chairs? The rec room’s got windows, we could go check out the sky.” Mizuiro guides Ryuu towards the elevator and the two of them get in. 

The red head stays silent for the majority of the trip.Without really thinking about it, he brings Ryuu to the rec room, pulling the blond over to the windows. “Come ‘ere.” He says with a grunt, shoving two of the sofas together right by the window. Jumping over and landing on his back with a thump, Mizuiro waits for Ryuu to lie down. 

There’s a long pause before he says anything else.“The sky’s the closest we’re gonna get to home. Not like family home. Like familiar home. Flying home.” Mizuiro murmurs as he stares out the window. He’s being ridiculously vague, but he has a hunch Ryuu’ll get it.

After all, he is the only other person here who knows to fly through the air.

[rincorperated]

how to save a life || ryuu || motive reaction OPEN

I wonder what sort of fresh hell awaits us.

Ryuu stood there in the hallway, an almost bored look on his face. The past few days had caught up to him, leaving him finally tired enough to get some sleep. Considering the kid barely slept after hours of exercise, it meant a lot that circumstances drove him to this. He just wanted to flop into bed and snuggle with Makoto the Kitty Cat, and not think about the situation.

But, of course, Ryuunosuke was not that lucky. What the hell was he thinking? With the last motive being painful, that meant the next one would simply be worse, didn’t it?

The other game. Doesn’t take much for him to figure out what that means, and exactly who is over there. And he can’t even tell himself that it’s not possible, that it’s a lie, because he knows it’s not.

The idea of losing that person made his blood run cold through his veins, sending a violent chill down to his very core. The blond slipped a hand into his pocket, automatically drawing out his phone. He stared down at the lock screen wallpaper, face almost… blank, before he shoved his phone away once more.

The first motive, he had yelled at N.O.T.O.Y.O for hitting Masae. The second motive, he had screamed and cried at seeing Yasu once more.

This motive? Ryuu stood there, silently, like a shut down computer. Like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

[mizuiroren-blog]

Mizuiro maybe losing it, but ‘older brother’ instincts don’t take a hike. Ever. Doing his best to disguise his own distress, Mizuiro walks up to Ryuu and gently rests his hand on the middle of his shoulder blades, rubbing gentle and barely noticeable circles on his back. “Hey Spitfire. You look…enthusiastic.” Mizuiro says, failing miserably to sound like his usual, sort of kind of, bad tardy self. Making an effort not to look at the phone the blond had pulled out, he gently presses his hand into Ryuu’s back in an attempt to get him moving. “Let’s get outta here.”

[rincorperated]

Needs To Know | Mizuiro Ch 3 Motive | Reation/Open

Mizuiro stares in horror at the bot’s retreating back. “No. No, no, you're lying.” The red-head snarls. His expression however, reveals exactly how terrified he is. “You’re lying. That’s not happening, that’s a bluff.”

Right?

Mizuiro lets out a low growl, and stalks off towards his room, anger and frustration radiating off him in waves. When he gets to his room, he practically kicks down the door, its handle slamming into the wall.

Letting out an enraged yell, Mizuiro kicks the small garbage can that’s situated near the door clear across the room. A bang follows a moment after as it collides into the opposite wall as the red-head clutches his head in pain.

“Not Dai. Not Dai, please, please, please, not Dai. Not Dai-” Mizuiro moans, his eyes screwed shut, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Out loud he begs for it not to be his remaining best friend but, another thought enters Mizuiro’s mind and his legs shake at the thought.

“God, god, not them, please, not them." 

Mizuiro doesn’t even notice that his door’s still open, his distress not letting him calm down.