In Search Of Alexandria @shsl--librarian - Tumblr Blog

Canals ✖

ultimatepaint:

Ah, books! Something that Masaaki actually knew quite a bit about… and something that made him happy. He smiled briefly, but it vanished as soon as it came.

“Tim… That’s… uh, American, right?”

He had an immediate respect for anyone that could speak more than one language. He, himself, only knew Japanese, which he felt made him kind of boring. Someday, however… Someday, he really wanted to learn! But that was an aspiration for adulthood; he had other things to worry about now.

He laughed nervously as he handed over the novel. It appeared to be A Brief Intro to the Works of Confucius.

“It’s, uh… Haha, it’s actually pretty fucking lame. Don’t you dare judge me, okay…”

As he said that, the cashier returned to take his order, and once done, she handed him the coffee that he ordered as well as the sandwiches. He took them in his arms and went to find the nearest table, beckoning Tim to follow behind. For the first time in a while, someone struck what appeared to be his good side. All it took was talking to him about literature.

He placed his food on the surface of the table and turned to look where Tim was still standing at the register.

“You can come sit with me… if you want. Fuck, I can’t make you, but if you don’t, I want my damn book back…”

“Y-yeah, I guess my accent shows, doesn’t it? Ehe... I’m-- huh?” Timaeus blinked in surprise at the hefty book now in his hands, and huffed even more in surprise at Masaaki’s dismissal of its contents.

“There’s nothing lame about ancient Chinese philosophy! Who told you that?!” he yelped as he flipped through the pages looking for a publisher’s mark. “Huh, I don’t think I’ve seen this edition before... Where did you--”

He looked up again and Masaaki was gone, now beckoning him to join him at the table. Tim practically skipped over to him, forgetting the espresso machine entirely.

“I-I don’t actually know all that much about philosophy but! If you didn’t like this one I can help you find an annotated translation that’s a little easier to approach! Or more in-depth, I don’t know what the problem was exactly, I haven’t heard of this particular translator, aha.” He clapped his hands together. “But don’t give up yet! It’s a really interesting area of study!” Tim calm down.

#resort mode #masaaki #ic #((i lov this thread im laughign))

ultimatepaint-blog

Canals ✖

shsl--librarian

ultimatepaint:

Masaaki wasn’t sure he could keep being mean to someone who was this kind, even when he’d just been so hostile. But this was Masaaki, and he struggled to be nice to anyone. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, thinking to himself for a bit, before averting eye contact and nodding.

“Fucking machines, right? Never goddamn working the way they should.”

Though it wasn’t exactly the most heartfelt conversation he could have been having, at least it wasn’t as confrontational as before. Masaaki shuffled around again, uncertain, then finally looked at Tim, glancing him over up and down. He’d never seen this person before, even if they were in the same class; Masaaki didn’t exactly pay attention to others as he should have.

He frowned.

“…I’m Mashita Masaaki. But just call me Masaaki. Uh, I don’t…” A pause as he retracted his statement. “Sorry. You are?”

“W-well, hopefully it’ll be worth the wait! This place is so fancy...” This kid came off pretty gruff, but Tim could tell he was trying to hold back, and he appreciated that! Plus he had a book, so he couldn’t be all bad.

“Ah, Masaaki, right! I-I know your face we just haven’t really talked, I guess! Um, my name’s Timaeus, b-but that’s a mouthful so people just call me Tim, ehe... What are you reading? Can I see?”

#resort mode #masaaki #ic #((I LOV MASAAKI.......))#((also i figured he might still be carrying the book i hope that's ok :'D ))

ultimatepaint-blog

Canals ✖

A field trip to a resort, huh? Of course, that meant having to deal with other people- which was an exhausting feat in its own right- but Masaaki had never been anywhere so fancy before… As such, he accepted the offer and was quick to pack his bags, albeit fill them with junk food and other random crap as opposed to actual necessities. Nevertheless, when he felt ready, he boarded the bus and sat by himself. He clearly wanted nothing to do with others, and as such, he rested comfortably- alone- with a book in hand.

However, once the bus pulled up at the building, he was amongst the first to jump out. For the first time in a while, he was excited for something; he envisioned wading in a large hot tub, hitting some ski slopes, and perhaps sitting amidst beautiful scenery whilst he wrote poetry in his journal.

Alas, the ride was long, and he was starving by the end of it. So before he could accomplish any of these dreams of his, he searched out a cafe. There wasn’t a grand line, given the resort was reserved for their class alone, but he was still irritable with the one person standing in front of him nevertheless. He was always grumpier when hungry.

“…Fuck, could this take any longer?”

What a nice way to make friends. He didn’t care though; he crossed his arms over his chest and stomped one foot on the ground with impatience. He wanted his damn coffee and ham sandwich right now, thank you very much.

shsl--librarian

Timaeus was waiting quietly for that fancy espresso machine to heat up, and hadn’t realized he was standing in the way of the sandwich buffet until he heard Masaaki grumbling behind him. He practically hopped out of the way, apologizing profusely.

“A-ah, sorry, sorry! The machine is, um, taking a while... I guess we’re the first ones here today, huh?” He let out a nervous laugh, hoping the boy wouldn’t take out too much of his anger on him.

#resort mode #ic #masaaki

despairingheights

Fresh Air

The door looms large. The metal creaks under the influence of some invisible wind outside.

Outside. Not just beyond some ski lift, where any misstep would send them falling to their deaths. The real, outside world, ready to take them back.

Hanami Yamaguchi holds the little metal plate in her hands. It’s warm but still stained with blood.

Eisuke Watari remains by Hanami’s side, the printout of the living family members in his free hand. It has no clues as to their location, but his mother’s face and name are still printed on it clearly.

Timaeus Woodworth hovers a bit behind them, where he can still read the nine digits engraved on the plate. He reads them aloud one by one: 4-6-6-9-4-3-2-7-8.

Nemuitsu Hoshi presses each button in sequence with shaking fingers. The entry pad clicks quietly with each press until the ninth—the numbers flash into “ACCESS GRANTED,” and the doors pull apart.

A hiking trail takes you to the base of the mountain, where the temperatures have finally warmed. From there, a run-down road leads you to civilization. In the towns are fires, broken glass, masks in the shape of a painfully familiar bear.

But you will make it through.

You will hope.

You will live.

[[END OF GAME

Despairing Heights has officially ended. Survivors may write any desired endgame posts, and all participants may now write Resort Mode opens, which will be added to the opens page.]]

#((dances aggressively))

shsl-couchpotato

“Ah, but life is like that! It does not permit you to arrange and order it as you will. It will not permit you to escape emotion, to live by the intellect and by reason! You cannot say, ‘I will feel so much and no more.’ Life, whatever else it is, is not reasonable.” - Agatha Christie, Sad Cypress

HERE HAVE SOME MORE TIM…… he did it he survived despairing heights have an angsty survivor portrait

#((HES ALIIIIIIIVE))#mun art

shsl-couchpotato

despairing heights mastermind trial is tomorrow and it’s been about a year since the game started and i drew my first tim sprite so!! here’s a quick art improvement meme thing i guess

lov this noodle……. can’t believe he’s still alive lmfao

#((He's Here))

((tim is not good at hacking))

Timaeus: rotary