#kowoma

[lilactheories-blog]

@kowoma liked this {x} for a starter!!

She had stopped in Deja Brew for a short while. She had ordered a simple cup of coffee and sat down to review her notes about this city. Still nothing conducive. Nothing to point her in any given direction. Not yet, at least. She was hardly one to give up so easily. Who was she, if she did not uncover the truth? A question that was better left unanswered. Kyouko had little time to dwell upon such matters. If there was a case, everything else would become a secondary matter. Was that a way to live? It had to be hers. This gap in her memories and the reason she was here wouldn’t be answered, if she wallowed in her thoughts.

She exited the shop, coffee cup in hand. Truthfully, she hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of the city. She was still first learning her way around. Once she was comfortably familiar with the city, then she could begin a thorough investigation. The detective had only moved a few feet when she realized she was being approached. Lavender eyes flashed in his direction. First toward his robotic arm, then his expression.

“...Is something the matter?”

[dualburnt]

kowoma replied to your post:           “i don’t know what a furry is.”

“Oh, is that all? I can help- There’s really no need to look any further. That person over there is a prime example of one, you see.”

          “looks to me like he just has an animal quirk. i don’t recall ever using the word ‘furry’.”

[gearheaded]

‘ you are not a failure. please believe that. ’

          She knew it was completely pointless to dwell on such things, but she was only human and it was hard not to let it get to her sometimes. She hadn’t been able to repair his arm to its original state even though she had tried so hard-- and after she had promised him that she could... she felt like a complete fool. 

     She should have accounted for the new technology that had been undoubtedly weaved into his arm making it more intricate than the automail she’d seen back home. It had been ridiculous for her to have even tried; she shouldn’t have even asked him... 

     The mechanic breathed deeply, attempting to pull herself together even as she shook her head. She believed he was a nice man, so hearing his words did little to ease the guilt that was gnawing away at her.

     “No, I should have been more careful..” I’m an idiot for even trying. “I promise I’ll work on something for you-- something temporary while I find someone to help me with this. I’m sorry.”

||          kny memes!! ( lighthearted starters : accepting! )

[flightfell-blog]

|| @kowoma​

Birthdays were meant for surprises right? Of course, Tsurumaru didn’t know the young man, but that wasn’t any reason to not help him celebrate a special day he heard the stranger apparently having. Swords technically didn’t have birthdays, but now that he was human, he had reason to research, of course. 

With a small, beautifully decorated cake in hand, the tachi approached the stranger with a peppy smile, raising the cake in front of him once he was close enough.  ❝ Yo~ The name’s Tsurumaru Kuninaga and I’m new in town. I heard while I was out that it was your birthday, so I thought I’d get you a surprise!❞ he grinned, carefully hiding the mischief in his tone while holding the cake even higher to the young man. 

One...two...three.....smoosh! Right in his face! Without hesitation Tsurumaru indeed delivered on his promise of a surprise by practically smacking the cake into a complete stranger’s face. 

[justicefists]

Makoto couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so drained. What was meant to be a peaceful stroll had quickly began to test her patience. Vehicle after vehicle passed her by at lightning speeds, and it was making crossing the street a difficult task. Even when the crosswalk finally gave her the okay to go, a car would rush by without fail, effectively startling her so badly that she was beginning to wonder if it was worth it to go out at all.

Surprisingly, just when she thought her luck couldn’t get any worse, it did. Just as another car was zooming down the road, she noticed a boy crossing the street without a care in the world, completely oblivious to the danger quickly gaining on him.

“Look out--!!”

Moving purely on instinct, the girl leapt towards the tall stranger, shoving him out of the way just in time for the car to drive past them both. It’s time like these that she’s incredibly thankful for her quick reflexes, because if she hadn’t moved immediately, she was sure she would have just witnessed a tragedy.

“Are you alright?! Are you hurt?!” She panted for breath, attempting to steady her rapid heartbeat as hues of ruby inspected him for any sign of injury. “No external wounds at least... Is anything broken? We should get you to a hospital just in case.” She affirmed, picking herself up. Offering a hand to him, her brows knitted together. “Also, what in the world were you thinking?! That was way too close! You have to pay attention when crossing the street!”

@kowoma

[vraelgard]

sometimes you just drop the ball. apping in komaeda nagito from danganronpa! im incredibly sorry! app is under /hope!

welcome back to terra, ultimate hope. everything’s as you left it, though you seem to be all on your own in your old apartment C7, poor thing!

♠ rook

[vraelgard]

With no prior reserve, here's Nagito Komaeda of Danganronpa! You can find his app under /hope or under the 3rd link from the left. ( 03. )

the city is open to you, nagito komaeda. welcome to terra.

you will be housed in celestia apartments C7, where you will find a can of WD-40, just in case that robot arm gets a little creaky.

you have been granted angel’s spell first aid to use at your discretion.

please keep all freak behaviour to a minimum.

♠ rook

[truthsblade-blog]

@kowoma liked this {x} for a starter!!

At best, she was regarding him with cool indifference. She didn’t know his name or his talent. Her alleged memories of the killing game of Jabberwock Island were far hazier than the ones of the killing game of Hope’s Peak Academy. In any case, those had been a motive. The mastermind’s tactic to force the players to move on. To choose hope. Maki herself was the one to fall for it. She had elected to ignore that fact. Sometimes... running away was still easier than facing the truth, especially when she was on her own.

Moreover, she recognized him from Shirogane’s cosplaying in the final trial. A fictional character... She had to refrain from attacking him. It was too soon to determine whether or not he was part of Team Danganronpa. Self preservation instincts and hatred toward the good threatened to overwhelm her. It didn’t help that he seemed to recognize her. Her innate talent was telling her he was a threat, but... she was choosing to quiet it.

“Do you..,” she spoke carefully, keeping anger out of her tone, “know me?”