Yay!

Ibuki's here! Are you ready to rock? Ibuki doesn't care, you're going to rock anyway! [[Closed Ibuki Mioda roleplay blog for disbear-academy]]

[enoshlma]

i want ibuki to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Punk Rock Program [STARTER FOR MOMOMOMORNING]

Computers weren’t all that hard to work with…at least, not for him. Though, that would probably be obvious seeing how he was a Super High School Level Programmer…right? He was used to helping people out with their technological troubles, as well as do a few things for himself. His most desired work was to create an AI…Artificial Intelligence…but, he had a hard time getting work done since he came to this school. Everyone was loud or too colourful and his attention was hooked on them, even if he never really spoke much.

In one arm he held his portable computer’s case, in his hands were a glass and a plate. He walked through the halls in search of somewhere quiet with a lack of people. Most people were just wandering around at the moment, classes not starting just yet…maybe…yes, that would work!

Minutes later, he could be found inside an empty classroom, eating a slice of cake and drinking juice while working away at the keyboard, not even noticing a strangely shaped figure at the door…that had horns? Of course, he definitely noticed when the door was opened with a slam and a loud-mouthed girl stood there.

[momomomorning]

Ibuki had decided that this was it! She had to have the lyrics to her next song done by today! Tomorrow! Next week! August at the very latest! And so it was decided, she would spend lunchtime coming up with song ideas, writing, brainstorming, maybe even rehearsing. 

Of course, she wouldn't have her old band members to brainstorm with her.... not that that bothered her, of course, she reassured herself, not that it bothered her at all. She was Ibuki Mioda, rock sensation, after all! Yes, that was who she was, and she was doing fine on her own! Better, in fact! 

Confident in this fact, she refrained from her usual lunch, instead electing to bring brain food to this writing session. For Ibuki, brain food meant cake! 

And that was how, holding a large tray of cake, she burst in to a room, her hair trailing behind her as she practically leaped onto a seat right next to what appeared to be a small girl. Ibuki beamed at her, her mouth absolutely full of cake, small stains of icig around her mouth. This was nothing short of a brilliant first impression!

[donatssu]

Directions | Ibuki & Aoi

[donatssu]

"A… song and dance routine…?" Did she look like she needed such a performance right now? Did this girl fail to see that she was holding a tissue against her nose in attempt to stop the bleeding? Great, she chose one of the oddest students in the academy. Just her luck. 

"That’s very tempting…" She smiled sheepishly, her voice still somewhat nasally from the pressure she was pressing on her nose. "…but I don’t know if you noticed but I don’t think that when a person has a bleeding nose, it means they’re in the mood to witness some sort of musical performance."

Not only was this stranger’s personality oddly eccentric, but the way she carries herself was also… well, eccentric. Other than her strangely multi-colored hair, she also had them tied up into two horns on top of her head. Is that a thing now? “Is it okay if you show me where the nurse’s office is? I’m kinda lost here. This place is too huge for a short fellow like me.”

[momomomorning]

Ibuki laughed loudly before replying. "But, person who is unknown to Ibuki, someone with an injury can always use a song and dance to cheer them up, especially if it's from a famous rock star like I and Buki and Mio and Da, that's as in Ibuki Mioda, rock sensation!"

She was about to burst into a heart-rending rendition of her latest song before she heard the swimmer's request. Then, she smiled brightly, giving a thumbs up, winking, and sticking her tongue out just enough to be rebellious but not quite enough to be rude. 

"Well, Ibuki can tell you a lot of places where the nurse's office isn't! For example, she knows that the nurse's office isn't here!" she pointed to the floor. "There, there, or there!"  she continued, pointing at several empty classrooms around them,

"Ibuki hopes that was helpful! Now, how about that song and dance routine, huh, stranger-chan?" 

[sasori-otoko]

okuragn

[twin-tailed]

Source

[junkopanties]

[momomomorning]

ロンパろぐ5

[oftd]

絶望的らくがき【ちょいネタバレ】 | ちい

[saikorashii]

割完成し

[betadead]

i finally finished this shit im not even happy with it oh my god whatever its done iTS DONE THANK THE LORD

[donatssu]

Directions | OPEN STARTER

One hit straight to the nose by a volleyball was definitely something unexpected. She didn’t think her first week in Hope’s Peak Academy would turn out this bad. Aoi Asahina, Super High-School Level Swimmer, walked down the corridor with a handkerchief in hand— pressing it to her nose in attempt to stop the bleeding (she had a feeling she was doing it wrong) as she made her way for the nurse’s office.

Thanks to her lack of skills in decision-making, however, she had decided to look for her destination herself— declining any help from her classmates as she had excused herself from her Physical Education class. Now she was utterly lost and confused as her cerulean gaze scrutinized her surroundings.

"So where exactly am I…?" She wondered out loud, her voice coming out somewhat nasally due to the pressure she was pressing on her nose. Why she declined offers of help from her classmates, she could never comprehend. Perhaps asking someone wouldn’t hurt. All she just had to do was ask someone who seemed… pretty harmless. Someone who wouldn’t just shrug her off or tell her to get lost; in spite of the evident fact that she already was.

"Umm, excuse me…!" She managed to tap the shoulder of the first person passing by. 

[momomomorning]

Ibuki didn't know where she was going, and that was just the way she liked it. All of her extensive knowledge of life, or at least, what she'd seen in the anime she sometimes half-watched whilst she was writing song lyrics, told her that the cute and ignorant moe-type was certain to make tons of friends and be loved by everyone!

As someone tapped her on the shoulder, she whirled around, her long hair trailing behind her. She looked the girl in front of her up and down, seeing a well-muscled figure, large blue eyes, and a tissue being held over her nose. Ibuki thought that this was a strange fashion choice, but knew better than to judge. 

"Hello!" she said, in a voice that was far too loud. "What do you want, stranger-chan? Do you want Ibuki to perform a song and dance routine for you? Because she'll do it, right here and right now!"

[kendoka-tool]

Summersaults {peko&ibuki}

[kendoka-tool]

  Up as an up… elevator… Peko’s head swam with the words that came out of the energetic girl’s mouth. She moved from topic to topic without even a subtle hint of pause or hesitation. From what she could deduct, her name was Ibuki. She was referring to herself in the third person. Quite an interesting verbal tick… 

The kendoka glanced at the girl’s extended hand before carefully taking it in her own carefully, bringing herself up on her feet. Once she was standing again, she brushed invisible dirt from her clothes and tucked a strand of hair that’d fallen loose from one of her braids behind her ear. 

"It’s all right. I should have paid more attention to my surroundings." She responded to the girl’s apology with a nod of acknowledgment. Although being knocked into wasn’t incredibly fun, she didn’t really hold it against the other girl— at least Ibuki apologized and didn’t run away in fear of the shinai she wore on her back. Peko preferred an apology over the ‘monster treatment’ any day. Despite having just fallen over, this girl seemed awfully chipper. Ah, she’d just called her stranger-chan, hadn’t she? Introductions were in order. "I am called Peko Pekoyama. And… your name is Ibuki, I presume?" 

She paused, listening to her offer of help. She was about to disregard it and insist that she could find them on her own just fine… Until she noticed just how many students were bustling about in the hall around them. The chances of her finding them quickly were low, and the chances of her glasses getting stepped on and crushed were heightening. 

Clear lenses and thin frames— without her glasses, it would be difficult to find them. A little embarrassed over the silliness of the ordeal, her cheeks went a little red. “I would appreciate the help, if you wouldn’t mind.” She squinted, checking the floor around their feet. “They can’t have fallen far… But it’s difficult for me to see where they might have gone.” 

[momomomorning]

Ibuki beamed as the other girl introduced herself. Ibuki's somersault classroom exit strategy had made her meet a new person! Ibuki just knew that her inexplicable charm and perfect manners would make them into best friends in no time at all, or even less!

"It's nice to meetcha, Peko-chan!" Ibuki exclaimed, flashing a cheerful grin and a peace sign.  "You are indeed talking to rock sensation I to the B to the U to the K to the I to the Mioda, that's Ibuki Mioda all in all! But you can call me Ibuki! Or Mioda!" 

She mock-saluted when the swordswoman asked for her help. "Yes. ma'am! With Ibuki Mioda at your service, we'll find your glasses in no time at all!"

Holding her hand over her eyes as if she was looking over the horizon, she scanned her eyes over the floor, spinning around rather too quickly to be practical but just quickly enough to be fun.

"No sign of them yet, Peko-chan!" she chirped as she began to spin on the spot even faster. "Ibuki will definitely find them eventually! This method is sure to work! Ibuki is working of filing a patent!" 

[momomomorning]

This is the Punk Rock and Peace of Mind Committee

[waka-gashira]

Kuzuryuu was power-walking around the school as a sort of introductory self-tour. He didn’t like to take his time doing mundane things like meandering around a school building, and to be honest, he wasn’t that interested. There were plenty more exciting things to do, if he could be bothered to list them.

At this point in time he was heading back towards the dormitories, his introverted side pining for the silence and peace of his room. Too many people today had looked at him and not known who he was, and it pissed him off badly. Perhaps what pissed him off even more was the fact that they all had to look down on him due to his unfortunate size.

He noticed someone calling out to him and was even more shocked to see them bounding in his direction. It caught him off guard a little, and he was furthermore irritated that his route was interrupted by such an outlandish-looking person. What the hell was up with that hair? He’d never seen the likes.

The gangster would have carried on his path if the girl hadn’t added ‘-chan’ to the greeting. Even if it was just a habit of hers to say, it struck a nerve from the beginning. Was she insinuating that he was cute or child-like?! Already his blood was boiling, and he wasn’t afraid to say so.

"Watch it, dumbass!" he snapped sharply, stopping in his tracks with his fists on his hips. "You’ve sure got my attention, but’cha might regret that! The fuck do you want? I swear, it better be good, or you’re done for.”

[momomomorning]

Ibuki looked down at the diminutive stranger. the smile on her face wavering slightly. Evidently, he didn't seem to be the friendliest time. Ibuki had found it a rule, and quite an effective rule, that people that greeted her with the words 'watch it, dumbass' tended not to turn out to be friends with Ibuki. 

However, Ibuki believed that she should always give every strange she met a chance to impress her. Although this little guy sure didn't seem like he was very happy with Ibuki, something that stunned her considering how wonderful Ibuki was,

She smiled at him brightly. "There's no need to be so rude to Ibuki, lesson who Ibuki doesn't know! Truth be told, your pint-sized anger is kind of intimidating to Ibuki! She'd appreciate it if you could just tell Ibuki where she's supposed to be right now!"

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Timely Arrival - {OPEN}

Timed as if a compass were the heels of his boots, clicking against the tiles of the academy’s floors. Straight lines of unseemly perfection the edges of his uniform, an uptight posture which gave the spotlessness of his attire a strange air of military upkeep. The little mock soldier followed his way through currently unfamiliar halls, though that was a matter which he - in his devotion - intended to correct with some urgency.

Timed were his breaths, easing warm from his lungs despite the chill of winter. In the back of his mind he made notes of distances, of locations, of the numbers of classrooms which he would attend and those which he would not. From his dorm the time it took to the cafeteria, from the halls where he might most clearly see the clocks hung upon the school’s walls; details which to others were meaningless seemed essential.

Ishimaru Kiyotaka wordlessly examined each turn of his new school. He’d always been of the mind that - as a student - learning was his occupation and the academy his office. Or, given the level of his dedication, his home away from home. An only more fitting idea seeing that he’d be living here as well. Among classmates he did not yet know but made an internal promise to meet. Each and every last one of which he’d keep a watchful eye over.

After all, his duty was to enforce order in the prestigious Hope’s Peak Academy and provide an optimal learning environment for his fellow students!

At least, that is how he saw it.

And so on did he forge, building in his mind’s eye a map of the school whilst the halls were not yet packed. Timed as if a compass were the heels of his boots, tapping a little soldier’s march and oblivious to the footsteps of whomever came around the corner of the hall. Not until the prefect had run into the other’s frame.

"Ah, excuse me! I’d not seen your approach from the hall!" He is quick to apologize once he backed from the other, offering a respectable and bow in hopes of expressing the sincerity of his sentiment.

[momomomorning]

Ibuki had decided that since she didn't have class, or at least she though she didn't have class, or at least she was bored and didn't want to go a class, she would explore the school. Running through corridors at breakneck speed until she was out of breath, walking for a little while, and then running again, she moved her neck at a speed highly honed from years' worth of headbanging, not so much drinking in the scenery as gulping it.

She didn't notice or care that at one point she'd accidentally just walked up and down  the same corridor five times, and when she accidentally walked into a lesson in progress, instead of apologizing meekly as was expected, she cheerfully jumped in front of the teacher and got halfway through an introduction before she was shushed and shooed out of the classroom. 

She was dismayed that nobody would experience the endless joy of meeting Ibuki Mioda, rock sensation, but she quickly forgot it as she continued to walk through the school with the sort of boundless curiosity that was usually exclusive to young children and small animals. 

She was having such a good time that, as she was running round a corner as fast as she could, she collided with someone else, the musician being sent sprawling onto the floor. 

Climbing slowly to her feet, she rubbed her head with one hand whilst the other did a cheery little wave. "Ibuki believes you didn't see her because there was a wall in the way, person who Ibuki doesn't know!"

She put a hand to her chin, sticking her tongue out with concentration for a few seconds before her face lit up. "Ibuki's just had an idea! If all the walls in the school were knocked down, things like this would happen less to Ibuki! What do you think, stranger-chan!"

[momomomorning]

This is the Punk Rock and Peace of Mind Committee

Ibuki had been waiting all day to be able to get into the prestigious hope's Peak Academy the instant it opened. She'd had a cunning plan to camp outside the school the night before, but after 20 minutes and a broken tent pole, had decided that perhaps her school bag was not best fitted to carrying a tent. 

So, since 4 AM, Ibuki had been waiting for the school to open to new students at 9 AM. After all, she knew that arriving early to your classes was a sure way to succeed, and Ibuki definitely had plans to succeed. 

By 5:30, Ibuki had run through her supply of cake and decided that perhaps she should have a little nap. Just a little short one, of course, because she also knew that getting lots of sleep before school was a sure way to succeed!

Seven hours later, Ibuki stretched, and whined slightly when she noticed that all of her limbs were in pain. Groaning quietly, she vowed to herself to never fall asleep in front of the school ever again, before catching sight of her watch and jumping to her feet.

"Late, late late, Ibuki is late!" she sang joyfully as she ran into the school building and through the corridors. Of course, Ibuki was pretty sure that being late was a bad thing, but she was doing something different. She was to be fashionably late.

 Ibuki had no idea what it meant to be fashionably late, but she was fashionable, and she was late, so she figured this would suffice. Ibuki's clever plotting was quickly interrupted by a questioning, insidious thought sneaking into Ibuki's mind and betraying her.

Where is Ibuki? 

Ibuki stopped, looking around. She was in a corridor. Satisfied with this answer, she prepared to continue merrily marching through the school before another, even sneakier thought crossed her mind. 

Where is Ibuki supposed to be? 

Ibuki stopped again, scratching her head. This tiny little problem could easily spell the end for Ibuki's successful school career! Fortunately, Ibuki could see someone else walking down the corridor towards her. They seemed to be in a hurry of some sort, but it probably wasn't important. 

Ibuki ran towards them, waving her arms frantically. "Hey! Hey! Stranger-chan! Pay attention to Ibuki!"