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[komature]

{open 01 - mindless ponderings

Komaeda liked people -- Komaeda loved people... people filled with such beautiful hope for the future, that they'll become lucky and strike out in life! Some people dreamed of impossible things, striving for something that they would never get, but still pursuing... it was such an amazing sight! 

Even though he loved people, most people didn't love him back. In fact, he was positive that every person in the school hated him. But that was alright! He would die, and that wouldn't matter, because the only thing he was good for was to encourage hope! People didn't understand how he could wake up every day being okay with dying... but only people who had things to strive for fought to live! Komaeda just...

Tumble.

Komaeda swayed for a moment but caught his balance easily, blinking owlishly and looking down on the ground. Once again... he didn't see, ah, stuff like this always happened... his good luck was always overshadowed by bad luck...

"Ah, I'm sorry!" he grinned widely, panting and catching his breath as a thousand thoughts floated his brain. 'Worthless trash,' he thought, 'Knocking into someone... an meaningless apology, you can do better, they deserve better,' he coughed and tilted his head, offering a hand to the person on the ground.

"You see, I just got a bit caught up in my thoughts, thinking of all the wonderful people here, like you! And I wasn't paying attention - stupid, dumb me - and knocked right into you! But I'll make it up to you! I'll do your homework or bring you food or do all sorts of terrible, illegal things that a person like you would never succumb to doing... I'm sure you can think of some way for a person as useless as me to be of help! 

[antiyoko-blog]

{open 01 - the club

Hiyoko put her bend-out table that she had transfigured from a regular table outside of the library, kicking it to make sure it wouldn’t fall down. Once she was satisfied with the state of her very important table, she reached into her bag and took out a stack of papers, spreading them across the counter. “Hate stuck-up know-it-alls? This is the place for you!” one said in cute, bold, pink letters.

You see, Saionji Hiyoko was on a mission.

A mission to get the “We Hate Ravenclaws” club recognized as a real Hogwarts club.

There was no such thing as a Slytherin-Ravenclaw rivalry, but there was such thing as a Hiyoko-Ravenclaw rivalry. And lately, every single Ravenclaw she had run into had been absolutely insufferable. First of all, whenever she taunted them, they always responded by stringing together a bunch of big words. Second of all, Hajime Hinata was in Ravenclaw, and he was an inappropriate pervert. Third of all, she was second in her Transfiguration class to a Ravenclaw, and she had to be first.

“Hate Ravenclaws?” she called out. A few lower-years glanced at her and shuffles back, disgusted looks on their faces. “I know you do, secretly! They’re snobby and too smart, right?! Join the ‘We Hate Ravenclaws’ club! For some reason, the school won’t recognize us as an official club, but we’ll show them.”

She turned away to beacon over a large, scary-looking Gryffindor to take one of the fliers when she heard a slam. Spinning back around, she screeched, “Uwaaaaaaah! What are you doing, dumbass?!”

[daddyslittlereaper-blog]

How to train your owl?! || Open

A hell hound would have been more capable than this owl was at sending messages.

To be fair, Emizel was trying to send it to a place it had no knowledge of - the Netherworld - and he was getting increasingly more frustrated when the owl, a tiny little jungle owlet (with a beard taped to it's face, whose idea was that huh), returned to him mere minutes after he let it loose, hooting its confusion.

"You're freakin' useless!" The demon exclaimed, batting the owl off of his shoulder. He refused to let this failure of a messenger perch on his person; Emizel wistfully thinks of the mystical beasts back at home with their curving horns and wind-tousled hair. They were extremely vicious but were also, surprisingly, easy to tame. There were always a few of them wandering around the blight house; he should have brought one along with him before journeying to the human world, and cursed himself for not doing so.

The owl hoots indignantly and flies around, searching for a spot to rest at. There was somebody nearby...and they seemed to be his owl's target. Oh no. He would not be saying sorry to anybody anytime soon because of something stupid that damn owl did. Whipping out his wand, Emizel casts a quick shield charm on the person with a few flourishing waves of his hand and a quick 'protego' uttered.

Now, whoever it was could hopefully ignore the loud thud and surprised squawk of a bird who suddenly halted mid-air, a mere inches from them. That, or they could help it...but that would be giving the owl more attention than it needed.

Emizel tries to creep up behind whoever it was, slowly moving to grab the owl, and...