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#goodnight sweaty...#THE ART SO NICE THO HECK moto does not deserve!!#i do not deserve!!#chfour #loulou #blood //#death //

Victim: Motokazu “Moto” Itawa Location of Body: Laundromat Cause of Death: Exsanguination Time of Death: 01:43am

The victim is Motokazu Itawa. The time of death was around 01:43am. The body is located in a washing machine within the Laundromat. Motokazu’s cause of death seems to be of exsanguination as indicated by the blood all over his chest. The victim’s eyes are wide in shock, his expression matching it.

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[AB]NORMAL DAYS | HAVING OURSELVES A PARR-TAY | MOTOKAZU | ATTN: KIKU

Eh? Kiku watched as the other climbed the slide, craning her neck to get a better look behind her. How dangerous! He knows only one person can slide at a time, right? Placing her hands on her cheeks, Kiku felt herself enter an internal crisis— practically fearing for her own life. This was it, this was end. Moto was going to kill her with poor, safety precautions. Gah, there isn’t any evidence here— it’s the perfect crime! And just like that, his heel made contact with her back; she promptly slid downwards, landing on the ground with a small “oof”. Removing her hands from her cheeks, Kiku blinked slowly in astonishment.

“Mmm— I don’t think so…” She mumbled, pulling herself from the ground. “Are YOU having fun yet—? Huh?”

Placing her hands on her hips, she now stood in front of the slide. Kiku cocked her head to the side as if waiting for something, her eyes peering up at him.

“Well? It’s your turn. Go down the Slide of Disappointment— !”

#ic #loulou #chfour #(ab)normal days #shslderbydoll

He watched as she descended, stretching out his legs, thankful for the new leg room. Boy, this thing really wasn’t designed for people his size. After simply stretching out, he seemed to take up half of it’s length!

“Oh yeah, totally...! I’m having a blast. Can’t y’ tell?”

He cocked his head at her request. Him? Go down the slide? It would hardly be of any enjoyment, being only about a foot or two from the bottom. It was more of a long, dirty recliner for him, if anything. Well, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose. He climbed up this rickety old health & safety precaution, it was time to commit.

Drawing his knees up to his chest once again, he gripped the sides of the slide, giving himself a push to start off. For a moment, things seemed to be going well, until about a foot down the slide, he came to a halt. He tried to give himself another push, but he didn’t seem to budge. Nice!

“I think.. I’m stuck.”

sugar free | hyun-min | -> kitchen | attn: moto

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The sound of an angry voice does nothing to make Hyun-min more effective- if anything, he gets worse, wailing as his own eyes begin to burn and water. He continues to fan at the puff of spices helplessly, only serving to dissipate it through the air further. Please stop this.

“I’m so-so-” cough! “-so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” cough, cough! “-Kn-Knock it over! He-Help me clear it-”

He dissolves into coughing, throwing one arm up to cover his mouth and continuing to fan uselessly. Now they’re just fanning the cloud at eachother. How productive.

“Ho-How do you clear it out? Gah- I d-didn’t ask for this! I was just huuuuuungry!”

With that, the idol bursts into tears, sobbing miserably and uselessly as he stops fanning, covering his eyes with both hands. What a piece of shit.

#ic #princek2k #loulou #(ab)normal days #chfour #hyun-min does not deserve this...

The last thing Moto expected the student to do was burst into tears. Had he really been that aggressive? He’d only just arrived on the scene and he had already reduced the only other person present to a teary-eyed, snivelling mess. Impressive, but shameful.

“Ugh, I --Cough!-- Look- Hey, don’t start cryin’. I --Cough!-- didn’t mean it like that!...”

Once the fanning had ceased, the cloud simply drifted to the floor, which was now littered with spice. Briefly rubbing his bleary eyes, he looked to the boy still sobbing before him, unsure of how to comfort him. Reaching out a hand warily, he placed it on the boy’s head, as some weak attempt at consoling the boy. Thanks Moto.

He stood there awkwardly for a moment of two, before he retracted his hand, sauntering over to retrieve the broom stood leaning against the wall.

“Look, let’s just clean this mess up, before we both get in trouble.”

[AB]NORMAL DAYS | HAVING OURSELVES A PARR-TAY | MOTOKAZU | ATTN: KIKU

Kiku, now out of the way, watched as Moto took things into his own hands—Literally. Peering from beside him, she witnessed an astounding feat; Moto had managed to lift the slide despite her previous attempts. Sure, she’d only given it about ten seconds, but Kiku was amazed nonetheless.

“Wow—! That was, like, really macho, Moto-chan.” She said, scurrying over to the ladder. “I’m puh-retty sure you just lifted it with your hands though.”

Once she had climbed to the top, Kiku promptly sat with her legs resting in front of her. She kicked her feet against the slide, shaking off some of the dirt and rust as she did. It was a wonder why the girl even wanted to use such a shabby thing.

Gross or not, It was a slide and dear Kiku just wanted to have a good time. Pushing herself forward, she slid about a mere foot before somehow stopping in the middle. What an awful playground, what awful equipment.

“Aw— lame.” Kiku sat there, displeasure written across her face. “Stupid friction…”

#ic #shslderbydoll #loulou #chfour #(ab)normal days

He scratched the back of his head bashfully, accompanied by a little shrug following her compliment. It was hardly anything impressive, but it was nice to know that someone around here appreciated his very specific knack for...lifting slides.

“Oh, yeah... hands. Sorry.”

He watched quietly as she clambered up the slide, preparing for ~the ride of a lifetime~, only to come to a halt mid-way. Talk about an anti-climax. He waited patiently for her to continue her trek down the slide, but she just sat there glumly instead. Was she stuck...? He wouldn’t be surprised, this clearly wasn’t designed to accommodate teens, even if Kiku was pretty small.

It was time to take matters into his own knees hands. Climbing up the slide after her, the rusty metal creaking under him, he sat himself at the top, knees drawn up to his chest. Boy, he was right when he thought this wasn’t for people his age. Or his size. But sometimes you have to take risks, for the sake of fun.

Stretching out his legs, he gave her a shove in the back with his heels, pushing her to the bottom of the slide.

“Are you having fun yet..?”

sugar free | hyun-min | -> kitchen | attn: moto

It would seem that Hyun-min’s regular place to, as the cool kids say, “hang out” was the kitchen. Perhaps it was the fact that he always seemed to be hungry- his metabolism was that of a rabbit, people had said. Always eating. The fans thought it was cute, his fixation with food. Really, he just felt like his stomach was a constant pit of despair.

Either way, he was in the kitchen once more.

Having reapplied makeup, he looks much more confident, sliding around the room like he actually knows what he’s doing (which he doesn’t, really). There seems to be far too many bottles of spice on the counter as he rifles through the pantry and fridge, coming up with vegetables and a pack of noodles… that don’t really look appropriate for the meal he’s apparently trying to make. Ah, well.

Humming cheerily- some unrecognizable pop tune- and moving his arms in the ghosts of dance moves, he digs out a pan and just sort of… drops everything in. That’s definitely not right.

The sound of someone approaching is lost in his reverie- he only notices the new arrival once he turns on his heel, grabbing for some sort of bottle. In his surprise, his fingers flail out, knocking the bottle… and sending a cloud of red spice out into the air. Everything suddenly smells- and feels- very spicy. Near-shrieking in embarrassment, Hyun-min fumbles his hands around uselessly in an attempt to stop the cloud from reaching their unfortunate new acquaintance.

“젠장!! I’m sorry, wa-wa-watch out!”

It is too late.

#chfour #ic #princek2k #(ab)normal days #loulou #he burns

Motokazu was a growing boy. And, as a growing boy, he was often drawn to the kitchen in search of something to snack on, to appease his bottomless appetite. Although he could write a book on all the horrible atrocities that he’d experienced in his time at Fotia Loulousdia, atleast the kitchen always welcomed him with open arms, choc-full of food to snack on.

Strangely enough, he wasn’t the only growing boy in the kitchen that day. As he approached the kitchen door, he stopped, hearing someone humming to themselves within as he reached for the handle. Crap. With some hesitation, he turned the handle, hoping to slip past unnoticed, grab his food, avoid any eye contact, and exit smoothly.

But it seemed this stranger had other ideas. Upon entering, he was hit with a cloud of spice that burned his nostrils and made his eyes water, sending him into a coughing fit as he tried to wave the pungent shroud away.

“--Cough cough!-- Dude, what the hell! --Cough!-- Put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door next time, would’ya’?!”

#chfour #ic #loulou #shslderbydoll #(ab)normal days

[AB]NORMAL DAYS | HAVING OURSELVES A PARR-TAY | MOTOKAZU | ATTN: KIKU

Moto sat atop the weathered dome climber, feet propped up on the peeling metal bars. This playground really was a dump. In hindsight, he thought visiting the playground would be a fun experience! …But alas, instead he was greeted with the sight of rusted bars and peeling wood.

And… Kiku? What was she doing here? Apparently trying to upright a toppled slide… and failing, it seemed. Why someone would want to use that slide in the first place, Moto would never know. It was so coated with rust and dirt, it’d probably give you tetanus just by looking at it. But what did he have to lose at this point? Who was he to deny someone a little fun in these trying times?

Making his way over to her, he peered over her shoulder, clearing his throat as she mumbled to herself.

"Mmn… Hold on a sec’."

Gripping her shoulders, he scooted her aside, before dropping to his haunches. He slipped his hands under the side of the slide, straightening up with some effort, and allowing the slide to stand upright once again with a ‘thunk’.

"Lift with your knees next time, dummy."

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IVE BEEN SO UNPRODUCTIVE TODAY have a drawing of my astral son

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(Ab)normal Days | Tfw no waifu :'( | Kiku | RE: Event, Moto

#ic #prologue #loulou #(ab)normal days #emetophobia tw #kill em kik -_-

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dead: /ded/ (adjective)

no longer alive. ”a dead body." synonyms: passed on/away, expired, departed, gone, no more;

“Eh—?”

Dead. Dead. She was actually dead. They were all in the presence of a dead body. Kiku Nekomura continued to stare blankly ahead, allowing a moment for it all to sink in.

Is this f-for— real?

“EUGH— OH MY GOD!" Kiku exclaimed, grasping the sides of her own face. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god— This is totally NOT okay! Where’s Usagi-chan’s justice? W-what about her body are— are we just going to just leave it there?!”

Feeling her hands go clammy, she slowly lowered them to her sides.

Hello—Is anyone out there? Guys?! She swallowed a lump that had begun to grow in her throat. Was this her fault? As a “fighter of justice”— shouldn’t she have prevented this? Kiku’s face grew somber. Suddenly this was less about having some good ol’ boulder fun and more about protecting her classmates.

After all, it was her job as a Magical Girl— Usagi-chan, your death won’t be in vain!

"Hh—?" Kiku suddenly turned her attention to the guy she’d shared some banter with earlier; he wasn’t looking so hot. Wait. This could be her first step of redemption! "M-Moto-chan? Are you okay?! Don’t— don’t worry, I’m going to save yoo—ou!”

She took long-strides to the boy before taking off her jacket. Oh my god, he really wasn’t looking good. Kiku began to fan him quickly— with great enthusiasm. Everything was going to be a-okay!

"T-take deep breaths and— and don’t think about vomiting!"

At first, his heart skipped a beat when he heard a girl's voice address him, his immediate thought being: "Oh, that must be Usagi. See, I knew she was fine!" But of course, it wasn't. Usagi was dead, and that was the reality they lived in now. Using what little willpower he had left, he slowly turned to meet the girl's gaze, being greeted by two big, blue eyes staring back at him, framed by a head of obnoxiously bright pink locks. Oh, it's that boulder girl again.

Was she... fanning him? Did he really look that bad? Another sudden wave of nausea answered that question for him, causing him to double over, gripping his sides in a vain attempt at keeping his queasiness subdued. Maybe taking a few deep breaths wasn't such a bad idea. Besides, he was far too ill to protest.

In. In. Out through the mouth. Hey, maybe this is working! As he focused on his breathing, it began to quell his upset stomach. And as he began to feel better, he became aware of exactly what he was doing. He was sitting on ground, like a big helpless baby, while a girl he was mean to earlier was trying to help him out.

How pathetic.

His eyes snapped open at this realization, and he rushed to get back on his feet again. This was no time to be helpless. For all he knew, one more slip up like that, and he could be the next student to be skewered on a garden ornament. Clearing his throat, he wiped his clammy hands against his jeans.

"I'm... f-fine, I just—"

His eyes trailing from Kiku's as he struggled to come up with an excuse, he caught sight of Usagi's bloody corpse hanging limply from the statue, and was suddenly (and unpleasantly) reminded of how he became so ill in the first place.

Urp.

Hit by another wave of nausea, his eyes went wide as he doubled over, up-chucking what little food he held in his stomach, directly onto Kiku's lovely pink sneakers. Welp.

As he stood gasping for breath, he was suddenly hit with the gravity of the situation. He just threw up. On a pretty girl. After she had tried to console him. Wow, what a dick move. Trembling slightly, he slowly stood upright, completely lost for words as he stared back at her. Well, there was really only one thing he could say, wasn't there?

"I...am so, so sorry about that."

#ic #prologue #loulou #(ab)normal days

WHO ORDERED THE RABBIT SHISH KABOB? | MOTOKAZU | RE: EVENT

As his own eyes fell on Usagi’s glassy, unwavering eyes, Moto was overcome with dread.

Sure, it didn’t take a genius to tell that this place was a little more than just unnerving, but there was never any forewarning about literal murder. One would assume at least that would not be a worry, even in such a strange environment. But no, that was the reality now. As he eyed the weapon protruding from her abdomen, he couldn’t help but instinctively put a hand to his own gut. Ouch.

Now seeing the body was one thing, but cleaning her innards off a tacky garden ornament was something different, to say the least. But what choice did he have? The way the caretaker reacted… He seemed a little too calm about the whole situation. If he refused, he could be the next student to be shish-kabobbed in his sleep. But nonetheless, he was far, far from willing to do so.

"That’s-…That’s really, really fucked up…"

Not the most eloquent way of expressing one’s self, but it’s all he could muster at the time.

As hard as he tried to tear his eyes away from the cadaver, he couldn’t erase the image now newly engraved in his brain. The twisted expression, those cold eyes , the blood- Of course Moto had dealt with blood in the past naturally, because of his talent. But in such quantities? No, this was all foreign to him. And he wasn’t enjoying it one bit. In fact, it was starting to make him feel a bit nauseous.

"I-…I’m just gonna…"

Outside of his own control, he dropped to his knees, doubled over and clutching his stomach. As images of the body still flickered in his mind, he could feel his composure slipping. At least focusing on not losing his breakfast was taking his mind off things, but not as much as he wished it would.

As he sat there, using what little willpower he had left on not blowing chunks, he eyed the other students dotted around the scene. Sure, several seemed to have a similar reaction to his, but some seemed oddly…aloof about the whole predicament. It made him grit his teeth, wishing he had such sangfroid.

How could anyone be so calm at a time like this?!

PROLOGUE | IT'S THE HARD ROCK LIFE | MOTO | ATTN: KIKU

Kiku blinked, her expression growing somewhat blank as she sought out an answer to that question. Was any of this getting through to her? She puffed out her cheeks, prodding one with her finger. Hm-! Kiku Nekomura was obviously giving this serious thought.

Wait, a second-…

The girl pulled herself to her feet, nearly jumping up from her spot before hopping onto the ground in front of the other. To her dismay, she was a lot shorter at this level, having forgotten that the boulder had drastically aided to her height. Whatevs- She didn’t need a rock to be intimidating!

"Eh-…? If you don’t want to fight me- what DO you want?” Kiku asked, inspecting him closely. “I don’t have any lunch money, by the way-… although, I am totes hungry-!”

As if on cue, the girl’s stomach gave a loud grumble. Aw man- Kiku let out a whine, acting as though the sound caused her physical pain. Taking one of her hands, she began to pat her tummy with a pap-pap.

“Shoosh- Don’t be like that now!" One could practically hear the heartbreak in her voice. "I’ll find us food soon-…! I promise-“

Turning her attention back to the boy, Kiku gave a rather sheepish smile, shrugging her shoulders in a “it can’t be helped” fashion. Moving on from that tragedy, her eyes began to trail away from her companion as she seemingly drifted from their conversation once again. Yes, there she goes…

Focus!

Her gaze immediately flickered back to him, almost bewildered by the sudden spark of realization. They were having a conversation, weren’t they?

"My name’s Kiku-! ☆” Okay.

#ic #shslderbydoll #i am slow

He blinked as she hopped down from the boulder, suddenly going from looking up at her to looking... down at her. Way down. How old was this girl, exactly? She looked like she barely scraped five foot! And now she was trying to act intimidating? This was becoming a lot more difficult than Moto thought it would be when he first approached.

"Eh...? Lunch money? I don't even think this place has anywhere to even use money... Have you seen this place?"

He took a moment to gesture to their general surroundings, confirming that yes, there wasn't anywhere to use lunch money in the cavernous hub.

"What makes you think I'd want your money anyways? I have my own lunch, unlike some people..."

Okay, maybe that was kind of mean. But this girl was getting more insufferable by the minute. The conversation was moving so fast, he was forgetting the reason he approached her in the first place! He took a second to recall the purpose of this wearisome conversation. Er, what was it...what was it... Oh right, apology! She almost knocked me over when she showed up in the cavern earlier, duh.

Just as he was about to remind her of her previous actions, he was cut off again as she suddenly announced her name to him. Be strong, Moto. Someday you will get a chance to say something...maybe.

"Um, okay...Kiku. I'm...Moto? This is getting way off track. I only came over here to ask for an apology."

Ruse Rain | Shigemi | Prologue [Re:Moto]

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"Ha, all right, here."

With no reason to fight, Shigemi handed the card back to the hapless guy. This situation needed a little fun, was all - so what if it was pouring out there, she’d have her parade yet. She took a glance around the cavern, bright eyes shining with anticipation.

"Wow… this place is gonna be exciting to explore, I can just feel it."

On instinct she reached to wipe off her arms with her gloves, but realized that those were just as soaked and huffed. It was like that rabbit expected them to dry off without towels! Again, she shuddered; going sleeveless in this weather was such a bad idea. She turned towards the boy again, and decided to ask him another question.

"Say, d’you happen to know how we all got here?"

He probably didn’t, but it was worth trying. And not only did she forget how she got here, she’d also apparently forgotten her manners. Name, age - no, not age, what use was that - title! That’s right, the title she’d just gotten before all this happened. Before she was stuck in a cave, she was heading to Hope’s Peak, wasn’t she…

Such a radical location change needed some serious explanation, though, and again, she’d get to that later.

"Oh, right! The name’s Shigemi Hirabayashi. The Super Good… no… uh… Super High School Level Goalkeeper! And for some reason I think I’ve seen you around before."

She could have sworn she saw the word “students” in the rules a couple times. Not to mention the “caretaker” mentioning it in passing. Students plural - so the guy in front of her must be a student too! Of Hope’s Peak, no less, because she also swore she’d never seen him at Aonami. Whoa, did that mean he was famous for something, too? …Did that mean everyone was a star here in their own right?!

#breakneckgoalie #ic #loulou #prologue

The second she held the card out to him, he snatched it from her grasp, shoving it into his pocket before she could change her mind. He gave her a quick nod of gratitude, following her gaze around the cavern. What was she so excited about? It was just some big dusty ruins. And from their brief introduction to this unplanned vacation, one could assume they were going to get really tired of ruins this cavern really fast.

"Yeah, I guess if you like... rocks?"

Honestly, he didn't see the appeal for it.

Watching her shiver to herself after being soaked through by the rain, he took the opportunity to zip up his own jacket. Under other circumstances, he may have offered it to her, but all she knew about her is that she stole ID cards, so better to be safe than sorry.

He blinked as she asked him a question out of nowhere, putting a hand to his chin in thought. He then turned to the cavern stairwell, gesturing towards it briefly.

"Well... We came out of a weird hall of mirrors... Then we met the rabbit and the other guy... Then we came down these steps... And now we're here." He turned back to her, shrugging. "That's all I got."

Oh right, introduction!

"Motokazu Itawa, Super Highschool Level Boxer... I mean, Welterweight Boxer. Call me Moto. Please." He stopped suddenly. "Eh...? You know me? Are you... a boxing fan?"

It wasn't really unusual for Moto to be recognized by people who followed the boxing scene, but he hadn't prepared for another Hope's Peak student to recognize him. Well, it's a small world, after all.

PROLOGUE | IT'S THE HARD ROCK LIFE | MOTO | ATTN: KIKU

Eh? The derby doll peered down at the other, hands still on her hips. Despite her attempts at intimidation or feign authority, Kiku wore a cheery smile- practically beaming down at the boy.

Ehehe- lucky me x2! A challenger! ☆

At a glance, the girl appeared far too skipper for someone who’d just discovered their new living arrangements. In fact, Kiku didn’t show any signs of unease despite her previous fright. As far as she was concerned, they were on vacation- a vacation before school even started! What could be better than that?

Kiku gave her head a small tilt, her hair flopping to the side as she stared down the stranger. Wait-… was he talking to her?

“Oh! Are you saying words-…?” Kiku asked, crouching down to a sitting position. “You should totally speak louder, you know-… muttering isn’t cool-… like at all!” She pulled her knees to her chest. “I won’t fight you unless you challenge me like a real delinquent-!"

Delinquent? She tapped the toes of her shoes on the boulder’s surface, her smile unwavering. Was this girl for real?

"I know I’m super cute- but you should approach me with more confidence!"

She began to rock side-by-side, seemingly pleased with her ample dose of encouragement. I’m a good person! Kiku giggled quietly to herself as she sat in anticipation, her gaze beginning to wander along the cavern’s interior.

Uuu-…! This is fun and all-… but i’m starting to get really hungry…! I should’ve packed my lunch-… or maybe stopped by the convenience store- AH! I totally forgot about that new mochi shop down the street-! Awa-… I guess it’s too late to go now-… talk about unfair! Mmn, don’t rocks have nutritional value or something-…?

Kiku suddenly blinked, the boy still standing in her field of vision.

“Eh?" She brought her hands to her cheeks. "You’re still here…? What’s up with that?"

#this rp 90% elipses #shslderbydoll #ic #loulou #prologue

He stood impatiently waiting for an explanation from her, but all she gave him in return was a cheesy grin. Did she even hear m-- “Oh! Are you saying words-…?”. Well, she answered that question before he could even ask it himself. Too bad the second she addressed him, he couldn't get a word in edgeways. Wow, this girl sure did like talking.

"Well, yeah but-- Muttering...? No-...Delinquent? I don't..."

Yeesh, this girl was hard to keep up with. Why was she making all these outrageous claims? I don't even know her name yet, and she's already critiquing me!...Was I really muttering that whole time? Well, now I am. Stop that.

He let out a small sigh, trying his best to relax himself. Okay, let's try that again.

"...I'm not tryin' to fight you, I just... Get off the rock, please? I'm tryin' to talk to you here... Also, I'm not a delinquent.

By the time he had managed to form that semi-coherent sentence, she already seemed to be off in a world of her own, rocking from side to side and giggling to herself. Okay, this is proving more difficult than I thought it would be. He waited patiently for her to come back to reality, and he gaped when her only response was "You're still here...?"

"I was... talking to you? Like, literally ten seconds ago...? Is really none of this getting through to you?"

Deep breaths, Moto. He was about five seconds away from climbing onto that boulder himself and giving her a piece of his mind, but he decided it was best to refrain from that. Or at least, for the moment.

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