“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..” Dragging that out for as long as possible without it being too strange (but, really, he was bordering the lines of normal there), Kano held up a finger towards his lovely assistant with a smile.
"…Even if that’s so, it’s fine for me to figure it out along the way, right? It’s leadership building! I’m learning, right? Anyway… since you seem to have a good idea of what you’re doing with that sort of statement, what plays are you thinking of?"
"Huh?" The sudden question strikes him off guard; it was probably a better idea for him to keep his mouth shut in this so called planning period. Kano grabbed him out of nowhere, so did he really expect such a random passerby to be brimming with ideas for a place that he felt... obligated to? No other feelings than that?
If that was the case, then this guy was certainly a huge optimist. "Unfortunately, no. Since you're the real leader here, I'm just saying that I thought you'd have something going on..."
Then he remembers, somehow-- the form turned in hastily to the staff. "Wasn't your purpose, uh... 'Greased Lightning' ?"
"…Now that I think about it— even though I started a drama club, I haven’t discussed any plays at all… And we need more members for that, but first things first.. What sort of plays would bring people in? Romance? Action? Tragedy? A musical?…"
Why is he here. What even is the point of being here. "You know, if you're going to lead a club... shouldn't you have some idea of what you're going to do?"
... At least vice president is synonymous to 'doing absolutely nothing'
It looks like he's been missing a couple assignments for this class, so it's probably a good idea to get this done... before, well, he fucks up his grade even more.
The fact that he let this pile up was an absolutely stupid move; they weren't even taxing assignments in the first place. But at the very least, late grades were acceptable, right? They better be. A-ya'd be wasting even more of his time if it wasn't.
Tap, tap. Click click! First one, write about yourself.
My name is A-ya, pronounced ei-ya. I'm 16 years old, and I've spent my entire life in Japan. There's nothing particularly interesting about me, as is there anything interesting about most other things, so I suppose the best way to define myself would be... completely mundane.
I suppose I do have my own personal preferences that could come off as strange. And for you as well, I do expect the exact same thing. I'm not too keen on seeing what sorts of grotesque hobbies you probably have in the bedroom or in the depths of your own mind, but I guess that raises a point. Having abnormalities still qualifies us as normal. Therefore, nothing I say should surprise you, whether it be me admitting to displaying physical affection towards wild octopi or the fact that I am not an only child.
What is true is that I am an only child. My parents leave to work very early, so I normally don't see them through the day. I go to school on schooldays, get home by dark, and idle around on the weekends. It's a rinse and repeat schedule, and there's nothing that can really change it. Our family's hamburger steak recipe is also said to be very good. I wouldn't know how to cook it myself, though.
With that said, I'm actually a bit glad that I left home, but I'm still lost. Perhaps I won't be as glad by the end of it. A change of scenery is just a change of scenery.
...And now that's done and over with (fuck his hands hurts), it's time to go onto the next one. This'll take a bit of thought. Or maybe he'll just bullshit it.
Human nature, by some people, is divided into two distinct colours: black or white. Although it's claimed by some that there is no such thing as grey, then wouldn't everything be completely black?
It's a relatively easy thing to question, but everyone has done their fair share of vile things. Without evil, there would be no good- but there's certainly a fair share of both residing within one body. With every tainted canvas, there is another, proving in ultimatum that nothing is inherently white.
While grey does not mean much to me as an individual, it's a definite symbolism towards us as a whole. Both negativity and positivity mixed, but the grey can only become darker.
I suppose that it wouldn't be a very good outcome.
The pen drops at an astounding rate.
Whew. This wasn't the best he could do, but it's definitely finished. B material, maybe?
mmm i'm on a SH due to a particularly rough patch in my family, but that doesn't stop me from at least checking around a bit!
and considering how everyone's suddenly swinging in with self introductions, i'll have my hand at it too! i'm hiro, also known as the king of memes. rping has been a pretty big thing for... a few... years...?? but rn in amare i play a-ya from shuuen no shiori, and i'm bringing someone else in pretty soon!!
i'd really like to apologise prior to taking a SH for not being very good at replies, but once i'm able to pick myself back up, i'd be happy to rp with anyone!! a-ya's not the most social guy in the world, but there's nothing against pushing him into it, right?
PS!! you can follow me on twitter or tumblr!! though i'm p much on twitter 24/7 sooo
Horologium: Do you usually get to class on time? If you’re a teacher, how do you feel about late students?
Horologium: Do you usually get to class on time? If you’re a teacher, how do you feel about late students?
"I try to be early, but everyone's bound to make mistakes."
If there's one thing A-ya hates, it's the incessant looks and judgmental gaze of the teacher... so he prefers not to be late overall. The feeling's pretty shameful, and worst of all, everyone's eyes are on you.
General Headcanons: hair styling!, Vulpecula, Ask Mun/Muse: what's the most difficult thing about rping your character?
General Headcanons: hair styling!
A-ya’s not necessarily one to take care of himself well, going to the extent of occasionally forgetting to eat or do homework… so you really wouldn’t expect him to take the time to brush his hair in the morning! Pretty menial stuff can escape his mind easily when he’s much more engulfed in his hobbies (rumours, occult), so he’s not exactly one to go to for the sake of hospitality, since he’s easily prone to forgetting his own needs.
bedheads are the new thing
Vulpelca: Do you consider yourself fit?
"I suppose it’d be better to change those sorts of habits, but for the most part, I wouldn’t use that word to describe myself." A relatively straightforward answer; his lungs were never able to carry him very far, so he never bothered counting on physical activity.
Ask Mun/Muse: what’s the most difficult thing about rping your character?
oooh god he’s so contradictory his actions and personality are really contradictory to each other despite making sense BUUUT..
read more or i’ll clog the dash
A-ya’s someone who needs balance. He’s an asshole despite being rather timid, and doesn’t really hold relationships or ties that close (for example, not showing much concern for c-ta despite them being together for such a long time) which detracts from him as a person a lot!!!
If someone were to leave him as a friend, no matter how close they regard him, he wouldn’t… care that much? He doesn’t care about others, yet the guilt will always come back to eat him away. For the mun, it’s a sense of… exercising what length he goes to? People normally mistake him to be a sociopath, but he definitely isn’t one; shown by the amount of anxiety and guilt that garners over time that encompasses him to be a huge wreck once it’s become too much… like?? all i can say is that he’s a character that goes really far in the spectrum of things yet still dwells in the middle and it’s a huge paaain especially when you start rping him. it’s either you make him too social, or you make him too cold and his intentions are oftentimes mistaken
Putting on a blatant lone-wolf exterior would be fatal. He wants to be inconpsicuous— or rather, he needs to be due to the nature of his hobbies. Since he’s someone who makes rumours about other people for his own entertainment, A-ya can’t (nor does he deem himself capable of) be the most sociable guy in school, or his cover would be blown immediately! Though at the same time, that also requires for him to have at least some form of social interaction, or else he won’t really have any basis on anyone to start with.
In comparison to the rest of the Shuuen cast, which I’ve all tried my hand at before, A-ya’s probably the hardest that I’ve started out with but he’s definitely rewarding?? I won’t lie that he’s difficult to grasp at first???
IT’S… REALLY HARD TO EXPLAIN.. i can explain it just fine in most cases but having to write it out blatantly is really ??? he doesn’t care yet he will care, doesn’t like interaction yet has to interact on his own will, hates the mundanity yet once that’s taken away from him he flips out…
tl;dr he’s a very contradicting character that demands a strong sense of balance to be maintained from the mun or his intentions and desires won’t play out appropriately wowowo
Truth/Dare: Self-explanatory. Please don’t send dares that might make someone too uncomfortable!
General Headcanons: Send someone a word they can make a headcanon for.
General Drabbles: Send someone a drabble prompt.
Ask Mun/Muse: Ask the character or their roleplayer anything! You can also send them these below (they’re IC, however).
Sagitta: Have you ever hurt someone without meaning to?
Canis Minor: Did you have a pet at home? If not, did you want one?
Scutum: Is there someone or something (tangible or intangible) you want to protect?
Cepheus: Is there anyone you really look up to?
Horologium: Do you usually get to class on time? If you’re a teacher, how do you feel about late students?
Pegasus: What’s something about you that’s unusual?
Vulpecula: Do you consider yourself fit?
Cygnus: Do you prefer to keep to yourself or be with others?
His confusion did not subside from the answer he had just heard. Just the opposite occurred. Like some gloomy looking guy who just happen to be walking by could understand his situation. It could be possible he was in cahoots with the school that kidnapped him.
If his headache didn’t hinder him, he would’ve come up with at least five different possible ways to handle this situation. Maybe half of them would have been stupid and made the situation worse, but hey at least he thought of them.
Perhaps his pain made him think rationally for once, as he stood up, holding his head and shivering, to properly respond to the stranger and perhaps get information.
"I don’t need some dark and mysterious character appearing out of nowhere to tell me shit! They always end up betraying the hero halfway through for some revenge scheme, and I don’t need that in my life."
He was actually about to do something correct in a given situation, but his personality override everything. He was still in pain, yet he still had the audacity to say something stupid.
Okay, what? Was this guy actually serious. Labeling him, someone who went out of his way to actually speak to an already hopeless soul, as a 'dark and mysterious character'? At this rate, there was no denying that there was something definitely wrong with the person as hand.
But the facts still remained as is... that holy shit, did he feel bad for him. Maybe whatever was in his letter got to the brunet; he vaguely remembered that peculiar gas that filled the room at the time. If it had enough potency to knock A-ya out, then perhaps it could set a few screws loose, right? Knowledge on sedatives was pretty lacking, but it seemed like a viable answer.
And it wasn't even that, either! Someone acting like that on free will was a pretty amazing sight already. Much more than dealing with a huge classload, that is.
Even so, entertainment was one thing, but it was a matter of his patience agreeing with him. This was interesting enough in itself to deal with, but A-ya's found himself undoubtfully flying down the road of exhaustion by dealing with someone who's already considerably looney.
Looney, looney... well, perhaps it'd be alright with... striking a few nerves? Fabricating stories was always something he loved; rumours being the subject of attention, but this could do for now.
First things first, though, before he got too excited: what would he tell, exactly? That took some thinking.
This guy wasn't too witty of a person, so there's no need to waste time on something too elaborate. Of course, if he gave him something too boring, then it'd only be returned with an equally boring response-- which would be a waste of time, meaning that he'd have to be given something both simple and comical--
Lightbulb. That was it! A simple video-game based plot would suffice. Especially with that 'hero' motif going on, it'd be easy to watch him take it and run.
Masking any outward feelings of uncertainty, he then proceeds with a more serious tone.
"Of course, you're right. An NPC can't do anything... but if you're not careful, you'll be good as dead on your first day. They say it's dangerous, whatever's in the school..."
There was something really absurd that had happened that made Hidenori end up laying on the ground in an unfamiliar place. He was sure he was getting toyed with and was about to shout, “the charades are up,” but he realized what was the point. Those idiots would be the ones to take a joke as far as they believed they could do it, and, boy, did they believe they could do it.
It was no use laying down on grass looking at the trees above. Plus, it was cold and he didn’t seem to have his winter clothes on. Instead, he was decked out like some idiot ready for summer, red Hawaiian shirt and all. Not a very pleasant state.
When he sat up, he found that he was surrounded by trees in all directions with no end in site. To top it all off, he had a raging headache that worsened when he sat up. He also felt something foreign in the pockets of his shorts. It was a letter addressed to him. He didn’t remember receiving this letter. He was even more confused when he read the whole thing.
In a school where things where things were already set in motion, seeing something somewhat off-kilter was bound to raise some eyebrows...
And looking at the current situation, it was perfectly viable for them to be raised. A glasses-clad boy, dressed clothing that absolutely did not pertain to the weather. Yeah. What the hell was he doing here? Was he blatantly looking for trouble, or was he just stupid enough to do...
do... um... whatever he was doing. Sunbathing? The weather wasn't suitable at all for sunbathing, but considering the island atmosphere, it wouldn't be surprising if someone lacking in common sense were to take it as such.
Continues listening in.
"I’ve been kidnapped by school."
His suspicions were right, and honestly, he was starting to feel bad for him. Empathy wasn't something that he normally kept up his sleeve-- it wasn't as if he was legitimately feeling bad for him, but considering what he said, well,
That was an issue concerning enough on it's own. Therefore, he should at least... clue him in, right? Right.
"...You're not kidnapped, you know." said like a side comment. Maybe he'd get the idea, hopefully.
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