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[tropicalsouda]

createurs:

    It was easier than she thought it would be, but it wasn’t like she was bothered– If anything, it made her excited to see someone just as enthusiastic about her invention. It was worth gloating about. “Heh. You should be honored! Write this day down on your fucking calendar!” She smirked at the thought, taking a step closer as her gaze situated itself directly onto him.

    “Come on, guinea pig. I’ll show you where the real magic begins.” As much as she would love to ride through these dirty halls with a bike, her invention was better than that. Iruma had placed it outside in the courtyard– It wasn’t that spacious, but it would do. She wasn’t concerned if the bike ran over a few flowers, either. She wasn’t a botanist.

    With that, Iruma pointed towards the stairs as she whipped herself around. “Alright, fuckers! Out of the way! It’s time to test the ‘Multi-Bike 1.0!’ Move your asses!” She’d think of a better name later. For now, she nudged him to follow her as she began moving to the stairs.

Being a chaotically Organized teen, Souda lacks the coordination to keep a calendar, and relies heavily on the school agenda for things. But, of course, what she’s saying is a saying and not a demand. Still, if the bike IS super cool, he wouldnt mind marking this day.

“Guinea pig? ‘m Souda!” He fires back, but outside of context it doesn’t make much sense. Who’s Soda? What does that mean. Who knows? 

He follows her without much hesitation for he is easily trapped into doing free things for people. Not seeing an issue with it. Besides he’s excited to see it, and is willing to go the extra mile to view her invention. Maybe he can help outside of testing it!

“Multi-bike? Wouldn’t it be shorter to call it a Mike.” Souda says in poor taste

[tropicalsouda]

nonludum:

    she WONDERS if his cowardice will prevail here, or if he will truly continue on beside her. what an interesting test and one which she has NO idea what she will do with the results of. but as she sees him move to pick up the camera, even AFTER he speaks in such a frightened and SHRILL voice is almost inspiring. he has certainly put up with more than she expected him to. in all honesty she had COMPLETELY expected him to turn heel at the first instance. but now he is ALMOST proving himself worthy despite how annoying he can be.

             “ of course. but it would be FOOLISH to leave before we collect more evidence. “

   oh – she is curious to see how he will react when he sees the room she prepared upstairs. how it has BLOOD upon the walls, and demonic symbols etched in everywhere. she had spent quite a bit of time on the elaborate prank. and so she AWAITS him picking up the camera before she turns on a heel to walk back up those stairs without so much as another word. 

   at the top of the steps, she STOPS, giving a soft hum before APPEARING to wander in a random direction, aimlessly wandering until they come across the other set of stairs just as she had planned. another few moments and she leads him upstairs – before PRETENDING to hear something in one of the rooms in the hallway. silently, she approaches the door before pushing it open and shining the flashlight within to reveal the horror.

                                              “ take a look at this. “

While he doesn’t have the perfect ride or die mentality, Celes has treated him better than some who consider themselves to be his friends. While he’s always on guard, today he’s mistakenly dropped it to do this little ghost hunt. In his defense he didnt expect anything to come out of it. Like, sure he’s terrified of ghosts but who thought somewhere HAUNTED would have GHOSTS. The audacity of it all? He was ever a fan of horror movies, liking mostly action and comedy, and this is enough horror to last him a life time.

 “I mean, I think we got enough, but you’re the expert here.” He says trusting her expertise like a damn fool. His mind racing and unable to connect dots, as this puppet master prepares for him to run screaming from the building. To him, Celes is like a Psyche.

He follows close behind her, holding his camera away from her backside. It’s currently off, but he’s been screamed at for worse offenses that he didn’t attempt to make. His eyes wander around the walls as they walk up, and he’s so glad to have left the basement.

At least, that relief lasts for a little while. When she suddenly stops, he feels like he’s going to fall back down the steps! Man it’s the worst feeling in the world. His hands shake as he trembles. Once she lets him up, he chases her like a duckling, not wishing to be far from the mother duck. In his anxiety ridden state, he turns the camera back on to take videos as theyre walking. Just in case.

“Look at wha- iiieEEE-” A blood curdling scream rips through his lungs as he suddenly jumps almost right out of his shoes, dropping his camera on the ground as he looks into the hellish room. If his hair wasn’t dyed, it would have gone WHITE from the shock! He grabs her shoulder, to hide behind her, as she should know what to do. “What the FUCK what the fuck.”

[tropicalsouda]

ahogedetective:

The final bell of the day rang, which meant most of the students were going to start making their way home. Packing up his stuff and waving goodbye to his friends as he exited the classroom, Shuichi started making his way to the one of the main exits.

He and the two weren’t going to have a training session today, so he didn’t have a real reason to stay after school. Heading out the exit among the other students heading towards the main gate, when he suddenly heard someone yell out ‘oi’…

“!” Shuichi stops in his tracks and turns to face him. “Ah, y-yes?” While he didn’t personally know Kazuichi, he knew he was one of the upperclassmen. So for him to approach Shuichi all of a sudden surprised him, since he really didn’t speak to the upperclassmen that often.

He feels himself regain composure after lightly jogging over. It does help with the bit of flush he has... His face lacks any sign of malicious intent, and genuinely feels relief from seeing the familiar guy. He doesnt really know anyone this tall who wears this kind of clothing, but he can equate it to being something in Fuyuhiko’s tastes, the outfit. 

It would probably been easier to spot Kaito, or Maki, as they stood out more, but he feels as if this one of the three, the first one he’s seen, is a bit more relaxed than the other two. Which, in the end, he’s half right. 

Eager he nods, “Yeah, you seem to be the guy.” As if Shuichi should know what that means. Souda holds his hand out to shake, luckily it’s clean as he hadn’t gone to tinker with tools as of yet. “I’m Souda Kazuichi. I noticed you guys had like, a club?” He asks out right, not beating around the bush.

And yet not coherent. Souda seems to have seen them before, seems to know that he has a group thing. The mechanic isnt specific as to when he had seen them, or what they were doing, or what kind of group it was. Mostly because he assumes they should know what he’s speaking about, which is, in a way, rude of Kazuichi.

[tropicalsouda]

Sorry I’ll be back maybe in the next week or middle of the week! I just found an apartment and I’m trying to set things up while working 50 hrs a week ahhHH

[gothghost]

mods are asleep post ball monokuma

[prophetricks-archive]

( @tropicalsouda) Hope’s Peak engineering building–where the scent of oils and metal and clanging of tools preceded any sign of life. Hagakure arrived here, hoping to find his target. Somewhere among the rubbish and student projects, Hagakure had hoped to find him here. The pink-haired mechanic in his natural environment, tinkering away with who-knew-what. Making his way through the workshop, there was a blooming sense of nostalgia that Hagakure felt; the train tracks and the dirty air from Ueno were fresh in the back of his mind. Ah, those days of climbing through abandoned train cars. The “secret clubhouses”, the traps that he would set for his enemies who would come pester him about money and pranks, and the spectral conductor who kept a watch over his grounds as an old, fat dog over his boneyard…

It wasn’t until a student began swearing at him to FUCKING MOVE that gave him impetus to find Kazuichi Souda. And move he did, a jog out of their way. Once he neared a pile of parts strung about like a butcher’s leftovers, he called out to who he hoped was the mechanic.

[tropicalsouda]

To be working is to be high functioning. Souda feels like a machine without his tools, unable to function while lacking that certain edge. Perhaps he is a cog in a machine himself, made to manufacture different machines until he’s made The One. 

No matter the situation, one thing is true. Souda loves his job. He doesnt have second thoughts, or other desires. Being a mechanic, fixing and building machines, he is truly afloat. He can only go up. The transition from cars to space ships will hopefully be as easy as rocket science. 

Today he is trying to make a more slender engine, but is interrupted by the sound of life in his workshop. Due to the smell, he’s used to being alone. He puts down his soldering gun and shoves the paper and pens from him, placing things aside. 

“Who’s there?” He asks, hoping it not to be some of his classmates, as he’s been bothered by them enough [and they dont even appreciate his assistance! Oh so cruel, this world can be.]

[tropicalsouda]

rockinmusician:

“You always get paparazzi. Do one thing worth note, and there’s always going to be somebody looking for dirt. Ibuki’s thing of note was having a famous mother.”

“I don’t think I can relate, but that sounds like ass. It’s already bad enough we have our classmates and teachers on our back. But like, having people on you for everything all the time?” Souda thinks of it as something he doesnt want for himself. He remembers when Britney spears had her breakdown! Luckily being a really awesome mechanic just gets you more engines to fix. 

“We need to find a way to get Ibuki a cooler disguise. But how....?” he must find out!

[vesselize-gone]

reblog this if you love your muse more than canon loves your muse

[tropicalsouda]

rockinmusician:

“Ibuki doesn’t really get it, but those sunglasses make it really hard to tell who someone is. Like, you obviously could because Ibuki still talked like Ibuki, but if she had disguised her voice and chosen her words better… would you have known?”

“Also, Hello!”

Her inability to catch the sarcasm in his throat is perhaps the best feature, as instead of admitting his joke, he can just keep going on with it. It’s more fun than being honest. He tilts his head at her confusion, masking his own state of understanding as well.

“If Ibuki disguised her voice, and wore a cool disguise, it’d be harder to tell. Like a wig or one of those hats that you can shove all your hair into.” He wonders if she needs a fake mustache ! ! 

“Why would Ib- Uh, you need to hide anyways? You getting paparazzi?” which is totally possible 

[tropicalsouda]

rockingmusician replied to your post: "Would you recognise Ibuki if she was wearing...

“NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE SUNGLASSES!” *tears them off ((Hello))

“AH! It was you all along!” He’s shocked! how could it been ibuki that whole time? And where did that other lady go...!

[tropicalsouda]

"Would you recognise Ibuki if she was wearing sunglasses like this?"

“Oh man, model lady, have you seen my friend Ibuki anywhere? She’s your height and has the same colour hair as you, but doesn’t wear such ROCKIN’ sunglasses.” He jests. Though if they put their effort into it she could be the clark kent or miley cirus of rock n roll.

[tropicalsouda]

@ahogedetective

At the present time of day, it should be just after class. A few of the students from Souda’s grade have already gone home, but he hasn’t. The day prior he had witnessed a few students training in the yard when he had stayed late to fix the head masters coffee machine. [Which is now an engine powered coffee machine, with latte and espresso making functions]. 

These individuals were, as it seemed... working out. Which is such a youthful activity, and, as well, something Souda wishes he could do with his own classmates! The only who seem to spend time with him are Nekomaru, who he is convinced is trying to bend souda so impossibly that it’ll snap his spine, and Owari. Who is easily bribed by food.

Knowing not the name of the student in question souda’s spent his whole day his head above looking through the crowd. He’s been searching for one of the three he saw in the yard, and luck by in the air tonight, for he’s found Shuichi. The teen with a fire in his eyes and energy in his heart rushes to his schoolmate, “Oi!”

After running over he’s out of breath, and leans over, catching it. Hands on his knees. Oh that was hard. “Hey, you.” He isn’t saying this in an accusatory tone, but he clearly wants something from Saihara! 

[tropicalsouda]

// I’m going to bed but i will prolly be on tomorrow, like this for a small starter!

[tropicalsouda]

airheaded-donuts replied to your post: i wanna talk with cute girls all day longg…

*waves hands*

Thats ONE cute girl! Super cute, super sporty. What’s not to like?

[tropicalsouda]

i wanna talk with cute girls all day longg...

[tropicalsouda]

nonludum:

    she is SLOW to get up – milking the idea that she has been attacked by the ghost. her gaze circumnavigates the room for a moment before a SIGH leaves her lips, an almost disappointed expression alighting upon doll features. it is only then that her gaze returns to him – a FAKE panic written upon her features for him to see. 

          “ oui – though i DO have a headache now… “

      more ANNOYED now than frightened, she turns away again to peer at the camera as if searching for something. her head tilts as she once again PRETENDS to hear something, arms crossing before her chest to express DISPLEASURE with this ghost. eyes roll in such an expression of annoyance before she speaks once again. is she ABOUT to give up this false ghost hunt? she will admit it has come to a certain level of fruition – but she can push it to NEW extremes.

       hands settle upon her hips now as she looks at SOUDA, that annoyance still upon her features – such a PERFECT actor in these situations. a HUM and she gestures to the stairway with a certain level of INSISTENCE.

              “ the ghost has LEFT the room. we must MOVE now to investigate other rooms if we wish to gain more EVIDENCE. “

His concern warps his desires to flee, as Celes is more important for the time being. Which is a trait he tends to have, wanting to help, even when he shouldnt. She has a headache, but she could have been worse. Clutching his chest like his heart is going to bust out, Souda wonders if she wants something for the headache. He’s no mikan, and heavily relies on the nurse. He doesnt remember the last time he’s carried anything for headaches on him. 

“A headache...” He kind of remarks, like an echo. He doesnt know what do for that, so he offers nothing.

She seems to venture around the room with an air of annoyances. Her posture giving him the sense that there’s an absence of gravity in the room. As if, for the moment, theyre safe. 

She seems to look at him like there’s a deal he cannot refuse. It’s free realestate, Pops into his mind briefly as he watches her. What she suggests shocks him. A step forward is taken, and his posture grows tense.

“M-m-move? You want us to chase the thing? After what it’s done to you?” Voice shrill enough to peel pain, souda sounds about as uncertain as they get. And yet despite his words of protests he’s picking up the camera! The buffoon! 

He shakes his head, at a loss. “I don’t want this thing to hurt you. Once we have enough, we need to high tail it out of here..!” Souda thinks this ghost is.. very much real.