A complete Turnover

"Aimi Yokota here. Nice to meet you! Title? Uh, that's not really important, hah. Anyways, I'll be in your care from now on, so let's do our best together!"

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Yokotaball || Aimi || Chapter Three [Normal Days] || Closed for Saiko

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“Hmm… I should probably take off my jacket then. Uhh, I’m not really the best at sports, but I’ll …… try. Why not. B-Be glad I’m even considering playing this…”

Saiko steps back, looking around then sliding off her oversized jacket to fold it up and set it out of their way. She walks back, now with actual mobility.

“Okay…… That sounds doable enough.”

She nods, hopping forward to try and kick the ball past Aimi. She’s not really fast and doesn’t kick very hard, but she’s putting a decent effort into starting.

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Aimi nods, patiently waiting for Saiko to finish removing her coat. She would probably take off her uniform jacket, too, but she honestly didn’t think she’d work up enough of a sweat to need to. Also, Kale doesn’t have the sprites for it. That’s a factor as well.

She doesn’t really plan on trying too hard- it is just supposed to be a distraction, anyways- but Aimi still takes a few strides forwards, retaking the ball with her foot and quickly rolling it back a bit, trying to get control back.

“Aha, not bad!  It’s been a while since I played soccer, so I dunno how much I remember. But next time, keep the ball close to your feet and move with it. Harder to get it that way.”

To demonstrate, Aimi does just that, lightly jogging forwards with the ball in between her feet, moving to the side of Saiko with the intention of passing by her.

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Yokotaball || Aimi || Chapter Three [Normal Days] || Closed for Saiko

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“… Scrimmage.”

She repeats the word unenthusiastically while cuffing her sleeves together. She doesn’t seem like the most athletic person by nature, but who knows what kind of skills she might be hiding up her sleeves.

“… … I know the meaning of the word alone, but I’m assuming you mean some kind of sport and not, like… a fight. Right.”

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“Haha, it’s just a term for a not so serious game. It’s how I’ve heard it used, anyways. I guess it could mean a fight, but that’s not what I mean here.”

Aimi isn’t really the type to suggest a brawl on the field. Not unless someone dives. Then there’s no guarantees. Backing up a little, Aimi smiles and motions to the ball.

“Okay! See if you can get it past me! First one to get a goal wins. Sounds good?”

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Yokotaball || Aimi || Chapter Three [Normal Days] || Closed for Saiko

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Saiko was wandering around, seeming unperturbed by her black orb companion. She had a bored look on her face as she walked by and a stray ball rolled over and tapped her foot.

“… … … …”

She stared at the ball for a moment before looking up at Aimi with an equally disinterested gaze.

“… Alright.”

After answering with a soft, monotonous voice, she turns to face the ball and taps it with her foot, sending it an astonishing foot-or-so closer to Aimi. It’s not a very impressive kick. Saiko steps forward and gives it another tap, sending it rolling a few inches. In the process of getting it back over to Aimi, she’s basically just walked over there while nudging the ball with her feet. Fantastic.

Once close enough, Saiko looks up and is quiet another moment before speaking up.

“You are…Yokota-shi, right.”

Though posing a question, her tone is flat and disinterested, making it sound rather like a statement. If anyone had heard her in the trials, this is pretty normal- last trial not included.

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Aimi stayed where she was, although her smile became a little bit forced as Saiko took her sweet time getting the ball back to her. Not that the other girl really looked too jazzed about it, so Aimi didn’t expect much, but... Surely there had to be a more convenient way of doing this? It’s not like she was going to speak up about it, though, so Aimi just kind of... Silently stood there while waiting for the return of the ball, not moving until Saiko got close enough.

“Oh, thank you! Sorry about that, it’s been a while since I played.”

Taking a small step forwards, Aimi retook the ball with her feet, holding it just under the toe of her shoe.

“Yeah, that would be me. You’re Edano-san, right? Nice t’meetcha. Do you wanna try a scrimmage for a little? It’s more fun with more people.”

Normally Aimi would value her alone time, but she had some things to discuss with Saiko since the trial- plus more real voices meant less voices from the orb following her around.

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it's munday aka time to show off the reason I use snow camera and not snapchat

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New Leaf || Aimi || Prologue || Closed for Sparrow

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Well this was unexpected. Sparrow didn’t think anyone would be here. Now look where we are. Already being asked for help. So much for avoiding people.

“Um… Sure I guess.”

She walked over besides the shorter girl and looked down at her.

“So what do you need me to get?”

Okay, not bad. You haven’t made things awkward yet, Sparrow. Doing great! Just gotta keep this up and hopefully not embarrass herself.

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Aimi brightened a little as the other girl approached. Thank goodness this girl had a good chunk of height on her. If Aimi had to crawl onto a counter to open soomething one more time...

“Thanks! I appreciate it. Well, can you just open that one cupboard there? If there’s anything that’s not normal kitchen-y stuff, it would be great if you just let me know. I’m trying to find some sort of clues related to... Well, whatever the hell is going on here.”

Laughing and rubbing the back of her head, Aimi looked back up at her height helper with a smile.

“I’m Aimi, by the way. Aimi Yokota. It’s nice to meet you.”

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New Leaf || Aimi || Prologue || Closed for Sparrow

Leaving home had been harder than Aimi had expected. Of course, she knew she’d get some sort of official goodbye from her old school, but holding a surprise goodbye party for her…! Everyone at her old high school was too good to her. All she could do now was pray Hope’s Peak would be welcoming.

Aaaaaaand that was definitely not the case, so it seemed.

As she blinked awake, Aimi was having a hard time believing that she wasn’t still dreaming. Outside… All these people…. Certainly, she was doing something before this, right? Yes, probably? Jesus, why did her mind feel like molasses? This was already so goddamned weird that the unexpected arrival of a cute girl didn’t even make it weirder. All Aimi could do was blindly follow along.

The whole time, she kiiiiind of zoned out in thought. What exactly was she meant to be doing here? She should have been at Hope’s Peak by now. She… She had left for the school, right? Honestly, Aimi had no idea what had been happening before for her to somehow wake up in this brand new location. Her mind didn’t really stop racing until she was left to her own devices- and even then, the one thought that had fully settled in was ‘what the fuck?’. Memories, other students, shadow, it was just too much to process right now no matter how much she tried.

“… Uh, this is kind of…”

Aimi spoke to nobody in particular, helplessly casting glances around the room in hopes that maybe somebody would know what the hell was going on here. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to know anymore than she did. Well, this was no good. Pursing her lips, Aimi snapped her hairband against her wrist as she thought about what to do. If she looked around, maybe she’d find some answers.

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The kitchen is always a safe bet, right? So that’s where Aimi wound up. Nothing here really stood out to her or gave her the answers she was looking for. Still, it was worth poking around the room. Looking upwards at a particularly high cupboard, Aimi lifted an arm upwards and…

Couldn’t reach it. God dammit, dad, why did I get your height?

And that’s when somebody walked on in, making the new population of the kitchen two. Twisting her head over her shoulder, she glanced at the newcomer. This was one of the other students, right? Maybe she was doing the same thing as Aimi. Best to try and greet her, right?

“Uh, hi! Sorry, hope I’m not bothering you. Could I get a hand here?”

Who knows? Maybe she’d find out some new answers about her predicament by talking to somebody else. Slowly but surely, Aimi was going to piece this together.

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what the fuck is going on in here on this day

hello!!! i’m kale and it’s great to meetcha!

you can use she/her or they/them pronouns for me- honestly, whichever you’re more comfortable with! im 17 and i live in canada- more specifically, within the est timezone! that may affect what times im online.

the games ive been in up until this point are... honesty i cant remember all of them! ive been here since doubt academy 1, though, so ive been chillin here for a while. some of my more recent games were once upon a trial 2 as daisy prescott, the despair experience as popiko, dreams of death as daisy prescott (again), cinema despair 1 and 2 as a moderator, and reaching despair 2: heaven as lise franzen. now i’ll be playing aimi yokota, shsl hacky sacker!

my only real trigger is images or graphic written depictions of syringes/injections, so please please tag those! my squicks are on the trigger list, too, but that is the only big one that i absolutely 100% will need tagged. thank you for the consideration! 

chances are your oc won’t know aimi. if they keep up with world records, though, they may have heard about an okinawan girl who recently broke the world record for longest time keeping a hacky sack up in the air! shes not really a celebrity, though.