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[humanitysweakest-blog]

TOMOGACHI

                          Can such a title even merit a serious thought?                 Fragility is a treasure akin to something priceless and fleeting.

YOUR DORM NUMBER HAS BEEN CHANGED FROM #119 TO #118! ENJOY YOUR NEW ROOMMATES, BASTARD! UPUPU!

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> RYUKO MATOI > KUNAGISA TOMO

     What-- What was she doing here? In this school, in this school of murderers, much worse than the island of a crow's wet feathers, more cluttered than that Hanging High School, way more threatening than the four hours spent in that cage, it was dangerous, dangerous, dangerous--      Before I could think, my feet had begun to propel me towards the dorms. Room 118-- the first floor, meaning no stairs lay in her path. The first place she would go to was predictably that room. It was right beside my old room, mere steps from my door, but even that was too great a distance when I needed her, right by my side. I had to keep her safe, and that required being with her every single moment.      My feet couldn't carry me fast enough.      I rounded the corner into the exiting corridor, pushing myself off the opposite wall when my turn wasn't sharp enough, and continuing onward at an even faster pace. If she wasn't safe, what would I do then? Well-- Well, the trial would commence, and I'd slaughter everyone in that room for good measure. What of my sanity? There would be nothing left, for there is nothing without her.      I couldn't think about that possibility right now. I crashed into the heavy door separating the dorms from the school, and pushed with all my strength through the obstacle. Straight down the hallway-- destination in sight.      I grabbed onto the handle and swung the door open. "Tomo!!"      A moment of deafening silence that stretched on an eternity as my heart sank.      Not a strand of blue in sight.      My mind was racing. If not here, where--      My feet took off again, to where, I don't know.      Farther down the hallway--      I heard something.      The voice of a child.      Tomo Kunagisa.      I skid to slow down, and ran back to the room.      There, head popping up behind the back of the couch, was none other than the girl that had caused me so much trouble.      "Tomo!" I closed the door, ran through the room and jumped onto the cushion of the furniture, where I leaned against the front and set my hands against the top to see her up close. No visible cuts or bruises, no sweat, no breathing problems-- everything was fine. I was instantly calmed, and addressed her again.      "Tomo. What are you doing here? Wasn't Jun-san supposed to watch you?"

[humanitysweakest-blog]

BLUE PARTED WATERS

                    It continues, forever. Forever, frozen. In other words, I                  have not grown one bit since being gripped by Dead Blue.

     Separation. Separation anxiety? Something like that. It's foreign to me. It's unknown to me. The reason for it? I can't imagine. The cause of it? Simple.      Kunagisa Tomo.      The alarm sounds as the government speaks about closed roads. The blockades. The unmoving train. The force field keeping us inside not Kairos, but Paralia. Waking up in my old bedroom. Harukana, gone. Migiwame, gone. Nothing is right. No one is right. No one is where they belong.      Kunagisa Tomo.      Not here, not beside me. Over there? Maybe. Here? I don't know.      I didn't know anything. Why I was feeling this way, why I couldn't think about anything other than Tomo, why I had to find her, right now, right now, no stalling, no questions asked, no excuses. I had to find her.      Out the front door, down the dirt path. People passed me with confused looks on their faces. People were shouting, crying, overreacting, complaining, doing what humans always do. None of that mattered. None of them mattered. They were not Kunagisa Tomo, and so they did not matter.     Turn left. There was a crowd of people. All of them, anxiously pushing at each other towards the entrance to the train station. No access. The conductor was shouting. None of these savages were Kunagisa Tomo. I moved on.      My legs carried me into a sprint. Fast, down another street. I ran towards the expensive houses. Why there was this sense of urgency, I still didn't know, but it gave me adrenaline to get there faster and for that I was grateful. Reached the houses. Didn't see anyone. I didn't see anyone, and started to panic. Where else could she be? She was all alone. Her family was moved, no one could be there to help her. She needed help, and I wasn't there to help her.      Why, did I even need to help?      Why- did she need me?      I needed her.      Needed to see, her. Needed to breathe. Needed to calm down, to be okay, to make sure, make sure she was okay-      My mind didn't even make sense. Why, a complete stranger, could mean so much to me that I couldn't function, was a complete mystery. Why I was worried, why I was panicking, why I was angry and frustrated and out of my senses and not me and somebody else all at once-- I couldn't function. Just had to search. Keep searching, keep running-      I ran. In between the houses, I shouted her name. Around back, through trees, cut across lawns, jumping over fences-- but there was no answer.      There was no answer, until--

     -- I found her. Standing on the bottom step, completely frozen and unresponsive. My feet booked it towards her.      "Tomo!" I called out. She didn't even look back. The closer I got the sooner I could make out details, the sooner I could see she was shaking, trembling, and..      ... she was crying.      "Why," I stood next to her just before the stairs. "Why are you crying? What happened to you?" To make an innocent blue cry-- what a heartless, inhuman thing to do. It was a disgusting act. An absolute low. The lowest of the low. An act that make me shake along with her, not from fright but from anger. "Whoever did this-- tell me. Whoever made you cry, I'll kill them."

[phdinscience]

7, 24, and 38!

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

He’s actually not much of a time-waster. It isn’t so much about any sort of moral judgment relating to time and its passage and ways to spend said time; it’s more out of a sense of wonder and exuberance at the world and its possibilities. A “lazy day” for Carlos would mean cleaning and fixing up the house. There is always just so much to be done.

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

Science.

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Science? Science.

For real, though, there's just so much wonder to the universe that all it takes is a glance through a microscope or at the evening sky or the pipes that carry water into his home through a series of hydraulic valves and pressure controls or the grass outside with its equilibrium with insect life or the earth beneath their feet containing a combination of nutrients and stones that both arise from the death of living things and help to strengthen the life of other living things to get him back on his feet, most of the time.

[humanitysweakest-blog]

"Let's get married!"

     A fountain, or maybe a stream more like a sprinkler, of water flew from my mouth at the particularly baseless question.     Marriage? I didn't even know this girl's name, and she wanted my hand in marriage?     I pounded on my chest to clear the water from the throat, and wiped my lips with my sleeve.     "Wait a minute. Have your parents ever told you you go too fast? I haven't even met them. If we get married, they'd charge me for kidnapping." I placed down my water bottle on the table, and checked my back pocket. I had cut out a coupon from a cereal box recently, and forgot I had it until this morning. I took it with me to use it on one of my friends, but it just so happened to have a better use now.     I got down on one knee, and held out my left hand, which she placed her right in, palm facing up.     "Kunagisa Tomo, if that's really your name. I'd be so very honoured if you...."     From my pocket, a folded piece of cardboard was withdrawn, ink printed on the inside saying '2 for 1 Movie Ticket'. I placed it in her upturned hand as if revealing a magic trick's finale.     "Go on a date with me?"

[lazyjumpsamurai-blog]

♦ & ‽

♦:Someone I follow and never roleplay with but enjoy watching from afar

whispers all of the crew at FRW. I'm not even kidding I see some threads and I'm rolling around in laughter or going OH NO THAT'S CUTE. Right now though, I really want to thread with Once-ler and Hans for more BAD SCHEME INVESTIGATIONS.

‽:An unpopular/unusual ship with my character that I love

Lets see. What else counts as unpopular? I answered Gintaka the other time but its really hard since I don't feel super strongly about any ship at all. I've seen some Gintoki + Sakamoto fanart in the Gintoki tag lately and they seem pretty cute, I'd imagine having a dork like Sakamoto can be pretty good for Gintoki when he gets down?

[shininghikariarchived-blog]

☃ & ✔

☃: A character I played on a whim and gave up on

… Hmm.. I would have to go with Mikasa Ackerman from SNK. I just couldn’t pull her off. Weeps.

✔:What got me into roleplaying

One of my friends from middle school.. We would often just write little stories sorts of things and then eventually I figured out it was roleplaying and that there was this big community of them and I was like.. eyyy and I’ve been addicted ever since.

[gratuitagneau]

alpha & gamma!

Alpha & gamma here~