#onwiththesyo

[secretuum-blog]

onwiththesyo seem to be gripping their scissors tight as they wave to you.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite serial killer. How are you, Genocider-san?"

[diabolicalsoul]

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onwiththesyo started following you

sanidiaus started following you

Tic tok, tic tok! That's what the clock sounds like when the last minutes of your life begins! Don't you just love the sound? Death just keeps getting better and better! Maybe Alice will experience death soon! By Alice, I mean by you if you haven't caught on to that yet.

[malignitet-blog]

тωσ disgraceful humans

Komaeda

Syo

"...What the fuck do you want?"

[coeurderoche-archive]

onwiththesyo said:[ Takes two pairs of scissors from sleeves. Turns one sideways, opens them. Starts mashing them together. ] JUST SAYIN’!

Exhibit A, folks!

[dimidiaeus-blog]

「 10 」within the sights

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onwiththesyo

buririansu

Skirting the outdoor pathways of the academy, Hinata's gait carried him soundlessly across the concrete slabs with a subconscious lightness placed to his steps. A substantial number of other students could be seen milling about, moving on their own ways, or clumping in groups to chatter in their unoccupied time but the long haired male did not move to interact with anyone for the moment. His hands only hung by his sides as he gazed ahead before beginning to migrate to his pockets for a mild slouch.

Peaceful? Yes. Uninteresting? Also unfortunately yes. Nothing at all of note had occurred throughout the day to capture Hinata's attention and, as tended to be common, it began to grate on his chilled nerves. There was nothing at all to remedy his idleness besides this nonsensical strolling and, so, his wandering eyes soon drew forwards once more to settle upon another figure on the path.

Approaching another, in contrast to other things, was far from something he did often but his own version of drastic circumstances did certainly call for personally drastic measures. ". . .hello," He began once the proximity was near enough to halt and leveled ruby tinted irises onto the other as if centering his attention in the form of locked crosshairs. 

[dazed-galaga]

In a decently large room, a girl stood, indulging herself in an accidental habit she had: sleeping, whilst standing straight up. Her head tilted downwards, it leaned against her left shoulder. It was something she does a lot, and the gamer would have stayed there, if it wasn't for a hand shaking her shoulder gently. Taking about a few minutes, her pink eyes opened gently, a yawn escaping her. She looked sleepy, that is, until she saw several people in front of her.

"O-Oh my! Ah... p-please don't do that... I don't like being startled, especially when I wake up..." The sleep rolled right back into her eyes, but she stared at everyone in front of her. "Hmm... Komaeda-kun, you seem to be the only one I recognize... for the rest of you, though, my name is Chiaki Nanami. It's a pleasure to meet you, even if it is on such strange terms..."

[fujisakichii-blog]

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bona--fortuna

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onwiththesyo

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"Th-There's a lot of you here...! A-Anyways, hello...!"

[buririansu]

-- it's such a world of fortune I live in.

--two classmates have joined, two symbols of hope.

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onwiththesyo

"More of the symbols of hope -- I'm honored, really! It kind of makes me feel insignificant around you guys, to be honest. What's trash like me doing here with you guys, is a real mystery!" Resting slender digits on the thin, defined crevice of his jaw, Nagito chuckled ominously. In all honesty, coming to such a school had already been an ego crusher for him. Well, it would have been if he'd had anything left to crush. An essential empty shell, human garbage awaiting the sweet deliverance of death, he had absolutely no will for much anything. Twitching slightly, his whole body aching as he spoke, the pallor of his watchful gaze skimmed the two before him with a bit of curiosity.

"Watashi no namae wa Komaeda Nagito -- I'll be your very own super high school level good luck. I prefer the title fanboy, though. It's a bit more fitting, really." Trailing down milky flesh and loose folds of cotton, his hands found their way into the deep pockets of his hooded jacket. Shaking out a bit of mused ivory, careful not to dizzy himself with the effort, the demented student gaze a sinister grin. It seemed, these days, that everything he did was saturated in madness.