#ctrlaltkibo

[omniversus]

---- @ctrlaltkibo​

---- “ Oh, hey! Robo-dude! ” Quickly, Ben jogs over, after spotting the Ultimate Robot out of the corner of his eye.

      “ Sorry about, y’know. Rath. Caaaaan’t really get my head together as that guy. ”

[cabotinageking]

@ctrlaltkibo

Kokichi’s day was not complete without a bucket of confetti spilling over at some point. He had yet to reach that point today, so the ultimate supreme leader had been forced to make a pit stop at his locker to restock his bag with things that might be useful for an upcoming catastrophe- sorry, prank. Slip of the tongue. 

Step two of a good prank- the best pranks - was finding a partner in crime. Fortunately, he knew exactly where to find one. Kokichi liked to keep track of his classmates’ schedules at all times- partially because he liked to know where to find victims when he searched for them, partially because. Well, he liked to stay on top of things. A supreme leader’s gotta know what’s going on, right? Really, keeping a list of 16 people and their regular activities in his mind was nothing compared to everything else he had to manage- international drug trades, the stock market, national and local politics, the price of spray paint including inflation, how many donuts the local cafe would have left by the end of school- he was a busy man! 

The fact that it was lunch increased the number of places he had to look quite significantly, but if he was lucky- Kokichi skipped through the halls, tossing out the occasional snarky comment to the people he passed, raced up the stairs with little care for who he was almost knocking over, until he skidded down a hallway and managed to catch a glimpse of his current target. 

“Hey! Kii-boy!” Waving his arms furiously as he shoved his way through the crowd, Kokichi picked up the pace until he slid right in front of the robot, face creased in a sly grin. “Wow, your supersonic hearing must be broken or something. I had to really raise my voice to get your attention!” He crossed his arms behind his head and grinned, the bag at his waist swinging enticingly. “Anyway, I’ve got a task that I need a robot’s super-tough metal body to accomplish, okay? If you’re suuuuuuper helpful, I’ll get you some oil or something as a snack.” The way he grinned said exactly how much he knew that comment was not appreciated- but who was Kokichi if not someone ready to tease his classmates at any time? Besides, it was K1-B0- for all the ways he was curious about how exactly his AI worked, the robot was nothing if not reliable. Kokichi could probably coax him into this just by promising that it would be fun and not hurt anyone’s feelings. Which it probably wouldn’t. Probably.

[madamhatter]

@ctrlaltkibo​ / for the reclusive cousins! 

For how long she lived life on the outskirts, patient observer to the masses, her eyes were always found looking elsewhere. Balled fists hid in the pockets of her jacket, pensive gaze was overtaken by a wicked curiosity. Over the dozens of shadowed bobbing heads belonging to wandering bodies, a crystal-clear blue sky had a thread slithering across. A long red string belonging to an equally shiny and carefree balloon, escaping into the wind. 

Impulse took to her full flight. No matter the numerous conclusions and endings she figured out, no matter how many theories she built and tore down, she couldn’t figure out this one pattern. The most obvious one and she still chased after it; she was, after all, blinded by the insatiable craving for -- closure.  

Scarred fingers barely brush against the string, slipping from her clutch. It is the same song and dance as she would jump on top of tables, climb on walls, bolt through crowds. ‘Just anything to get that accursed line!’  Stubbornness fuels her tenacity and it’s a dangerous one-way road. A road that only led down, down, down, like a rabbit hole. 

And that’s what she felt. A bold step over the edge, gravity finally taking its course, and her entire body tilts forward. Falling into a cold blackness, consuming her, the string fading away into the horizon and she disappeared-- It was a silent death.

“God--” The student jolts in her seat, shaky palm holding the armrest. Her nails dig into the wood as she forces a breath out as she lowers her head. ‘10, 9, 8...’ Bowing her head, she squeezes her eyes shut, regulating her body to be calm. However, grimace paints her face as her brows knit and she folds her hands together tightly. 

‘The same bloody dream for an entire week. I thought I was over this.’ 

Pushing her head up, Sophie finally opens her eyes, a shadow appears across her face from the hood of her jacket. Harsh sunlight seeps through the polished glass, blue short curtains are drawn to either side of the long oblong windows. Without a second thought, the answer comes to her head: ‘12:32 PM.’ Looking down the hallway, it was deserted and empty asides from distant chatter coming from some students that just turned the corner.

It was a second later before all she needed to know came to her. She needed no questions, no additional sleuthing. The answers came naturally. Yet, they couldn’t enlighten her what was plaguing her thoughts. She grumbles, rubbing her scarred palm against the temples of her forehead. 

Sliding off the seat without a second thought, she straightens her too-long sleeves and holds onto the ends. Her mouth slowly opens, a tired breath leaving her before the next thought hits her.

“..I need to see Mr. Idabashi,” 

. . . 

The STEM corridors of Hope’s Peak Academy were certainly an interesting change of pace from the common living areas and general classrooms. Lined pristine doors that reflected the latest of technology -- automatic sliding doors with large numbers on the right side, designating which room it was. Recalling from her beginning years at the academy, most were standardized and non-specific to which science it would cater to. It was only until several weeks after that each laboratory became home to one of the main course students. 

Several were scrupulous and pragmatic, carrying themselves with such strictness that it might’ve been a death wish to encroach into their lab. From her sharp memory, down the corridor, and the farthest room to her left-hand side, Sophie recalls a pharmacist that wouldn’t dare let anyone breathe in her space. No less, the laboratory at the far-end of the hall was practically her living quarters when she strayed away from the majority of her class. 

A similarly-fated student happened to be the robotics engineer. He was a boy too attached to his creations and clutched onto science as if it were his bible. Kiibo Idabashi, the only son of Dr. Idabashi, a national sensation and intellect in his field, truly followed in his father’s steps, even if they were rather big shoes to fill. Circumstances surrounding his childhood and how he was raised explained how his current quirks and inhibitions came to be. He was a part of the latest year to join the academy, but he was already distancing himself from his peers -- which wasn’t the best social etiquette. Then again, what else was she to say? He wasn’t that polished in human contact, to begin with.

A long yawn escapes the strolling student, her head tiredly bobbing as she glances to her left. Speaking of him, she muses to herself as she spots a branded “3” on the glass doors. Stretching her arms lethargically over her head, she rolls on the balls of her feet, murmuring to herself some long-forgotten song from her childhood. An honest-to-god earworm, it was something her father made up and constantly sang to himself. It seemed she inherited just as many oddities from him, more than she wanted to admit. 

The student steps forward, hands now sinking into the pockets of her jacket. The glass doors swiftly and silently open before her, brisk cool wind from the interior of the laboratory and a sharp chill runs down her spine. She grabs the collar of her hood, nestling it against her chilled cheeks, but she continues forward.

As the doors slide behind her, her eyes roam around the numerous machines made lovingly by the fellow Ultimate and numerous devices and tools that she could easily list off of, if anyone did inquire about it. She glances down at the floor, brows furrowing. I wonder where his cleaning friend is, she ponders, she’s the first sentient form that greets me. 

Rustle, rustle. That was the sound of a thick, heavy fabric moving around in the laboratory, shape obscured by the contraptions around  The sound of a lab coat, she concludes.

Sophie finally withdraws her hood, short and stocky silver hair finally visible and it was tightly in a ponytail. The length is short, halfway down her neck, if it was left loose. Sleeplessness marks below her eyes, dark bags as well compliment the stern, if not cautious, gaze she carries herself with. Yet, her irises widen, looking side to side, and she finally asks for:

“...Kibo? Are you in today?” 

[scuriti]

---- @ctrlaltkibo​ liked  👮

---- “ The Talent Course is quite interesting. What ‘talent’ is there in ‘robot’ or ‘princess’? You were given enrollment just because you exist? Sounds like corruption or favoritism at play, if you ask me. ”

[lovelornings]

❥ Her favorite robot’s back!!

[technonewkid]

@ctrlaltkibo​ asked for the V3 Class Mom!

“So I’ve met a few of the new students already, but where are the rest of them I wonder?” Vivian had been walking around the school all day trying to meet as many of her new students as possible, but some were just a bit more elusive than others. She’s met Kaito, Shuichi, Maki, Ouma, and Rantaro so far, but she’s still got plenty more students to meet. The small teen mumbles to herself as she walks along the halls, not paying enough attention to her surroundings and, as she rounds a corner, she walks right into what felt like a wall! Had she missed her turn?

Looking up, it’s revealed that no, she hadn’t missed the turn, but she’d run into a student! What on Earth were they wearing that made her think she’d run right into a solid wall? “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you!” Upon a closer look, she realizes that this might be one of the newer students, considering she’s never seen them around before. So with a smile, Vivian stands up straight and holds out her hand. “My name is Vivian Povlov, it’s nice to meet you! Are you one of the new students?”

[theultimatemusemess]

@ctrlaltkibo​ asked for this~

“Hey Kiibo...” Ouma’s voice was unusually quiet. The Ultimate Supreme Leader was normally very loud and out there, but from the way his eyes darted back and forth and how small he was making himself, it was clear something was up. “Are you busy right now?” The smaller teen nervously rubbed at his arm, still looking around as if he was keeping an eye out for something else.

[artisticvesscl]

✏ human keebs maybe?

let me draw your muses!

Kibo Iidabashi, Robotics Engineer Extraordinaire