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[goldexperienced]

                          ——— ★ In the wake of the trial, handwritten notes have been placed                                            in several strategic locations around the grounds, all with                                            the intent of capturing peoples’ attention. The notes read as                                            follows:

                                          Seeking:                                           Individuals of extraordinary talent and willpower.                                           Please inquire further at room 192. Knock twice                                           in quick succession. Great reward may be at hand.                                                                                                                             —P★

[technoego]

Extraordinary talent? Willpower? That describes him perfectly! Given his continued ignorance of the school's true nature, Matt Miller blindly and eagerly jumps at any opportunity to prove his exceptional worth to the world. His talents in all things technology and wordplay. All things Nyteblayde! Ah, no, not that. No, that will not help him do anything besides analyze fine details. Moments pass before the young hacker strayed away from the note.

At long last, he reaches room #192. A dormitory. From what he recalls, dormitories were far from favorable for secret meetings, especially when they are to be shared among others. Regardless, he would knock twice in rapid succession, stepping back and awaiting this "P" person to answer.

[technoego]

You appear to be wearing some third-world version of a vest, yet your tie hangs lazily, not even tucked in to it, making you look unprofessional and like a flight attendant on some sort of hallucinogenic. Your belt isn't even securely on your waist, hell, you have multiple, perhaps suspenders, maybe something from Brooks Brothers, would suit you better. Also, your neon ensemble is painful on the eyes, switch to navy, I think it would suit both you and everyone around you better. Cheap haircut.

In order to get those sorts of observations in, the observer must give their attentive eye to their subject. The ever-brilliant hacker happened to be one such target-- blue eyes catch a glimpse of this older-looking male; briefly did Matt consider the possibility that this stranger happens to be staffed in Hope's Peak, although... something told him that may be unlikely. A gut feeling, if you will. Thin brows furrow, form swiveling to face him more personally. ❝Staring isn't all that polite, you know. May I help you with something?❞ For all he knew, he wasn't staring at all. 

[technoego]

unspokenorihara replied to your post:like this for a starter from this technophiliac...

pls do the starter in my steed„ rip no inspiration to write today„

of course ill write the starter instead.,, sprinkles u with some of my inspiration ganbatte my friend,..

[technoego]

like this for a starter from this technophiliac nerd boy!! max will be 2.

[mari-paris-doodles]

I drew that fucking NERD

[viksworth]

Matt Miller from Saints Row.

This little shit. This little Cyber Punk God is fun to color, but I regret coloring this, because I don’t like how it turned out. Although I did have fun with his hair. I had to make his eyebrows blue because they got lost in the coloring. Or now that I look at it, it looks like he doesn’t have eyebrows. I give up! 

I know his hair isn’t his style, nor his face in general, but I wanted to play around with it. 

Bah! 

[technoego]

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[scythiana-deactivated20180208]

            { ✖ } — Arriving an hour or so prior to her roommate the Angel found herself thoroughly displeased with her accommodations. The huts given to students were the exact opposite of what she was used to. Her cushy lifestyle at the church was over and Stocking was less than thrilled. High School had been bad enough in Heaven and after revisiting due to a ghost hunt she hardly ever wanted to return. Yet, somethings were even out of hands of Judgement herself.

            Upon arrival all students were given a mobile phone. The lolita took a moment to examine the device finding two numbers already present on her contacts list. Clicking the highlighted text she then found that the person listed was one of her roommates. ❝ Matt…❞ Clicking the dial button Stocking prepared herself to set some ground rules with the person she would be sharing space with for however long she was stuck here.

            ❝ What the hell?❞It might have just been a coincidence but from where she was standing she could here the light melody of a muffle ringtone. Following the sound Stocking soon found herself in the infirmary. Finding the source of the noise on a far off table she approached. When her name flashed across the screen her suspicions were confirmed as she snatched the phone up to stop the ear piercing sound. Unfortunately, so after one anoyance was put at bay she was met with the numbing shrieking of the person she had been meaning to call

            ❝ Will you just calm the fuck down?❞ Rolling her eyes at the stranger before handing him the now silenced phone. ❝ I’m your roommate, Stocking Anarchy.❞ Now getting a good look at the other the blogger was quite impressed with the other’s sense of style. ❝ Despite how annoying you are about your phone I can’t complain about your clothes. At least I don’t have to be worried about being seen in public with you—That shade isn’t blue coral #1, is it?❞ Well, she forgot about her bad mood quickly…

[technoego]

There. That woman! The soreness would set in once again, eliciting a groan from the young man, partially gloved hand resting lightly upon his aching nape. That's right-- just moments before he had heard that unusual jingle from his issued cellphone. He has to change that ringtone, that's for sure. The tune, to his ears, sounded unfitting. Unworthy. Too basic to secure an attachment to someone as technologically advanced as he. That cellphone needed plenty of modifications before Matt would even dream of using that thing in public.Well, he would need to get his phone back.

❝I will not calm down when you're touching things that don't belong to you!❞

Free hand was able to snatch back his mobile device, smoothly pocketed into his jacket pocket. Blue eyes would shift back to his supposed roommate. That would explain why she had his number to begin with. Did the school pre-store contacts into these cellphones? Most likely. He had to admit, however, she had plenty of style going for her.

❝Stocking. Not the most normal of names I've heard, but I'll bite.❞ Nickname, probably. He'll have to check his contacts again, unless she changed her name on that already. ❝Are you trying to pick a--❞

❝Is that right?❞ Finally, someone with an eye for style. It shows in her wardrobe, but one could never be too sure. ❝Why yes, yes that's exactly it! This particular shade goes well with my complexion and wardrobe, doesn't it? I must say that whatever administration decided for us to be dorming together has an eye for compatibility.❞

... Wait. Room mate. Room mate.

❝... The management neglected to inform me that dormitory conditions included mixed-sex arrangements.❞

[technoego]

❝ All these Halloween trinkets and not a single NyteBlayde-themed costume in stock. I'm sorely disappointed in this selection. Hardly sophisticated. Hardly even creative! ❞ That ain't stopping him from looking over the various trinkets in strock, though. ❞ Honestly, if I'm to be expected to live on this primitive excuse for an academy for the exceptionally talented, then at the very least the available stock should be worth my while. ❞ 

[actualbisexualmairuorihara-deac]

To: Everyone From: Mai

Ladies and Belphagor! I present to you the rare and elusive Izaya Ori-bara!

[technoego]

It's time to completely clean out his phone's message history and internal memory; as well as pretend he never saw anything this disturbing.

[technoego]

suziecutero replied to your post:COMMAND://R E B O O T // open

"you are gay" suzie q says, strutting away

excuse you

[archoness-archive-blog-deactiva]

[technoego]

COMMAND://R E B O O T // open

A sharp breath expels from Matt's lips the moment he shoots up from bed. White. He's surrounded by nothing but white canvassing. White. White, white, off-white, white-- a paled grey-scale highlighting the vague visage of a hospital setting. No, that can't be right. A hospital-- no, he must be in the nurse's office or something. Blue eyes focus now. Focus, focus, focus more. A sore neck prohibits him from swiveling his head as frantically as he had desired. He's certain of his surroundings now. The nurse's office. Infirmary, to be more politically correct. Did he pass out on arrival?

Weird. Very weird.

❝ Funny, I was feeling alright on the plane ride here, ❞ he muses to himself. For the life of him, he couldn't pinpoint the exact source of his neck pains, but he will make due for now. A groan, and he would pat his person, only to be greeted with the absence of something dear.

❝ Where-- Where's my bag? My tablet!? My console?! My bags!? ❞ Maybe the school board confiscated them-- that won't due at all. Despite the searing ache present, he is quick to slide out of bed. A stranger presents themself, curious toward a device Matt instantaneously recognized. A mobile phone. School issued, but he did adorn it with his trademark insignia on the back (well, more like a sticker of a bright blue skull with a star over its eye socket), and that stranger, that neanderthal, is getting their grubby hands on it.

❝ Hey, don't touch that! ❞ For someone so meek, he sure barks loudly. ❝ That's mine. Did your parents not teach you any manners? One does not touch what does not belong to them, and that includes my phone. Now give it here. ❞

[technoego]

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