We Need Wisdom.

Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. Einstein, tell me Is the path I chose to go down correct? Einstein, tell me What have I gained in exchange for all of my mistakes? Wake me up, bright sunshine Today again I’ll bathe in your light Doing my best As equals I move to stand by your side private RP blog affiliated with isola radiale

[weneedwisdom]

MC Wisdom

o-ore wa rosho, tsutsujimori

former clown, current teacher

WILL support your hopes and dreams and punch anyone in the face who tries to stop you

please be nice to him he’s so gullible

literally i saw he’s roomed with azul and i was immediately like oh god baby no you’re gonna get scammed so bad

pudding enthusiast

you will not understand his sense of humor but that’s okay

will adopt every child here

genuinely a very good teacher who is beloved by his students. do come to him for advice or help, he’ll help without question :)

[weneedwisdom]

ringcicatrix​:

“That’s understandable enough. After all, these aren’t exactly normal circumstances.” 

And yet, the teen didn’t look too freaked out. It wasn’t like this wasn’t odd, or anything like that. It was just a bit difficult to get completely freaked out when his life had been nothing but a series of increasingly strange circumstances ever since he’d moved to Domino, and this museum was just the next step up. Art coming to life and killing people? Sure, why not? It wasn’t that much weirder than the creator of a popular trading card game stealing people’s souls.

“Oh, it seems like these monsters are immune to physical violence, for the most part. The only exception is in the case of artist’s tools- things that would create or destroy them typically.”

It was said as if that was a perfectly natural conclusion- for him, maybe it just was. The art had been created, then brought to life, so it being stopped by what you would normally use to erase or take it apart was logical.

“I’ve gathered up a handful of tools for dealing with them, at the very least. A hammer and chisel for the statues, scissors, paint thinner, bottled water, a few erasers… the paint thinner is the biggest issue, really. It’s not like I can just scoop it up and use it again… it’s a bit bothersome.”

“I-Immune, huh...”

Well, that much had been obvious when Rosho’s rather strong punches had only managed to stop them for a brief moment before he was being chased again. That was unfortunate, and probably meant that his microphone definitely didn’t work at all. He wasn’t even sure if these things could hear, anyway.

But, if he was going to be trapped in a haunted art gallery, at least he seemed to have found the right person to be trapped with.

Rosho raised a brow as he listened to the boy’s explanation. “Hm... so to destroy them, we have to use tools that you would normally use as an artist...”

One would probably expect a normal looking man like Rosho to find this bewildering, but instead he just nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. Though it sounds like you’ll have to do your best to conserve the paint thinner... Maybe if you put it in a spray bottle that would be easier than just dumping it on the things? So if they lunge at you, you can just spritz them like an ill behaved cat. Though I don’t know where you could find something like that...”

[isolaradiale]

Hello! I'm reapplying Rosho Tsutsujimori from Hypnosis Mic. He's housed in condo 456.

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Rosho!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 226.

You will retain everything you had previously!

PLEASE NOTE: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two in-character posts or else you will be considered inactive once more.

– ⋆ arcturus.

[weneedwisdom]

ringcicatrix​:

Well, there was a voice, so he could assume that whoever that other shadow was, he wasn’t another monster. Good. Ryou popped the cap off of the bottle of paint thinner, internally bemoaning the loss of art and quietly hoping that somehow, it would fix itself up after all this was over.

“You over there, stay back- I know how to deal with these, but you really don’t want to get paint thinner on you.”

The other figure didn’t seem close enough, at least. Once the paint monster was near enough to him to attack he quickly splashed it with the thinner, managing to not use an entire bottle in the process. That was good, these bottles were hard to come by. It was only once the monster had melted down that Ryou let out a sigh of relief, walking over to the rather panicked-looking man.

“He looks like he’d keel over at the slightest breeze at this point.”

‘That’s not nice, spirit.’

“Don’t care. Hey, I wonder if he’ll pass out when he notices Dark Necrofear?”

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the ghost currently haunting him, Ryou turned to look at the doll still standing on his shoulder. She certainly looked… haunted, for lack of a better word, but she was being quite polite. Hopefully the man either wouldn’t notice, or wouldn’t mind.

“Are you alright? I’m sorry if I’d frightened you before.” Ryou wouldn’t blame the other if he mistook him for a ghost- it wouldn’t be the first time someone had made that comparison, thanks to his hair.

“P-Paint thinner...?”

Rosho didn’t need to take the time to wonder what that meant. The stranger before him splashed a nearby monster with said thinner, and Rosho watched in surprise as it melted, as if splashed with powerful acid.

A wave of relief washed over him, and he let out a long sigh. That was one less of those things to deal with...

Straightening himself up, Rosho stepped closer to get a look at the person he’d come across. He seemed about the age of his students. That did help him to relax a bit... or it would have, if not for the strange doll on his shoulder. It wasn’t doing much of anything, so Rosho assumed it was safe, but...

“Oh, ah... No need to apologize. I’m-- I’m just on edge, I suppose.” He looked about him as he spoke, as if expecting another monster to pop out at any minute. His gaze wandered to the spot where the monster had melted.

“...You were able to defeat it, yes? With the paint thinner...? I tried to take on one that came after me earlier, but punching it didn’t seem to do much at all...” Tried to take on was a bit of a generous description, considering Rosho had just screamed and punched the thing the moment it had lunged at him, but there was no need to go into those details.

[ringcicatrix]

@weneedwisdom​

Despite his usual frustration with the spirit of the ring, Ryou found that he didn’t really mind him hanging around for the moment, purely because he was being helpful for maybe the first time in his life. Between the ghost and the doll of Dark Necrofear on his shoulder, he’d been doing well at avoiding too much trouble, but that luck obviously couldn’t last forever.

He sucked in a sharp breath as a paint-monster crawled from its canvas, hands searching through his bag of “borrowed” tools for a bottle of paint thinner. He was running through it far too quickly for his liking, and having trouble finding more… this could be a problem.

“I was liking this gallery far more when you paintings were staying in your places…” His hand finally grabbed a bottle, about to pull it out and dump it on the monster, when he saw another shadow in the hall. If there were two of them, then this could be a problem.

[weneedwisdom]

Rosho hated this. He absolutely hated it.

It wasn’t a ghost situation exactly, but it was damn well close enough! The moment things began to crawl out of paintings and statues began to move, Rosho was downright terrified. This was like something out of a horror movie, and anyone who knew Rosho well enough knew he couldn’t stand those. 

Currently he was running for his life down one of the halls, nearly out of breath and looking like he might start crying at any moment. This was horrible. His microphone wasn’t working on anything, not that he was in a state of mind to be able to rap effectively at all, and anything he punched out of the way just got back up. What was he supposed to do?!

As he ran, he suddenly noticed someone in the hall, and he made a small noise, something like a shout. “W-Who’s there?!? Please don’t be a paint monster, please don’t be a paint monster...!!”

[weneedwisdom]

// small event part 2 starter call ~ like this post to have Rosho punch a painting. capped at 2, castmates exempt.

[weneedwisdom]

// finally getting back into shape here, so here’s a small starter call! capped at 2, castmates exempt

[weneedwisdom]

carrdsoldier​:

“Maybe we could, though I’m not all too great with directions…” The number of times Deuce had found himself lost within his own dormitory was probably testament enough to that. Or…well, it was really just the rose maze, but…he had gotten lost in other places, too.

It was a little funny, considering he was much better with directions on the road.

“I only wanted to enroll in one class - the ones here are much different than the ones I’m used to…but I thought, if anything, they must have this.” This man was a teacher, though, so perhaps he’d be helpful in figuring out if this class did exist at the school. If not…well, maybe he could find something other than math…?

“I think we should be able to find it, though, if we look around enough!”

“I’m so-so with directions personally, but I’m familiar with campuses- like you said, we should be able to find it if we simply look.” So long as this campus wasn’t laid out in some strange way, there would certainly be signs pointing them in the right direction.

“Let’s be on our way, then.” He gestured to the young man to follow and began their search.

“I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself yet... Tsutsujimori Rosho, at your service. But feel free to just call me Rosho.” He smiled politely as he continued. “If I may ask, what class are you looking to enroll in? And what sort of classes are you used to for there to be not much similar to your classes at home?”

[weneedwisdom]

tragiccxmedy​:

Well, it had been a long shot, anyway. Rosho had expressed that he didn’t want to join him where they came from- he hadn’t really expected anything different here. But a guy could hope.  “Does there have to be meaning behind it?” Sasara asked, leaning back against the couch again and looking up at the ceiling. “Sometimes things just happen. Or maybe someone did this to us, like Chuuoku or another division trying to get rid of the competition.” He raised a shoulder in a shrug.  “Besides, being a hero doesn’t suit me. I prefer making people smile to saving the world.” He looked over at his partner, smile tipping up the corners of his lips. “You’re an exception, of course. I’ll be your hero any time you need me.” 

Silently, Rosho was grateful that Sasara didn’t push the issue. He’d loved comedy, he really did. But he’d moved on now, and was happy with where he was in life.

He was happier now to have Sasara back in it, of course, but he wasn’t going to change what he had now.

Another roll of his eyes was accompanied by a small smile, Sasara’s own smile always contagious. “I’d be worried about my own safety if I was getting rescued by you of all people.”

“...Still, though, I don’t think it’s very likely that Chuuoku or another Division is behind this. The Party would want the Division Battle to go smoothly, after all, and I can’t really see our opponents pulling something like this just to get a win...” He didn’t know much about the Buster Bros, but even if they somehow did have the ability to transport people to other dimensions, they seemed like they’d be the type to want a fair fight.

[serenadeofthelovingguitar]

Klavier had been singing for hours. He felt exhausted and his voice started to crack, his throat throbbing. He had been singing for hours. He regretted that he had accepted the quest. “Life’s a show” had sounded so easy, but no matter what he tried, no matter how much he sang, the little robot that was floating above his had did not react at all to his voice.

Klavier had to take a break when he started coughing.

Ah, how troublesome. I should have brought some water along… what is it that this little robot wants me to do to be entertained? Does it not like music, maybe?

[weneedwisdom]

For a while now, Rosho had been watching the other man perform, doing his best to try to entertain the robot above him. Rosho himself felt plenty entertained. This stranger was quite the singer, after all, but it seemed his robotic audience wasn’t reacting at all.

When he finally stopped, Rosho’s brow furrowed in sympathy, and, without thinking much, walked over, holding out his own water bottle.

“It’s rather strange it isn’t reacting at all - maybe you ought to try something other than singing?” Rosho paused briefly. “Ah-- sorry to just walk up. I was watching nearby...”

[mysterthree]

          ( @weneedwisdom​. ) event sc.

Man… none of the quests had really appealed to Mitsuba whatsoever. Which was fair, really, because after more than a year in this city, uh… it was sort of annoying, to keep having to do this? If this was the way he had to do things in order to have a shot at a real life then he guessed it was fine, but. That didn’t mean… that he liked it.

He wasn’t even at one of the safe zones right now, honestly; Mitsuba was just sort of walking, trying to see if having to do any of what he was being told to do jumped out at him (and so far, nothing). He didn’t really feel like putting on a one-man play? If Kou were here he’d probably excitedly drag Mitsuba up on stage to perform something with him, but… Kou hadn’t… been here in… a while.

… ah, man… Mitsuba was lonely.

And he probably would have stayed wallowing in that loneliness with absolutely no ideas jumping out at him, were it not for the, uh… man with one of those Ofiuclone-things staring him down like it were about to attack him.

Mitsuba raised his hand, halfheartedly.

“I think you’re gonna need to protect yourself against her, y’know. She looks like she’s ready to see what you’re gonna do.”

[weneedwisdom]

Honestly... Rosho had completely forgotten about the quests.

He’d heard the announcement, of course, everyone had, but it wasn’t really something he thought someone like him needed to get involved in. Some of the quests seemed almost fantastical in nature, and, being from a world without magic, Rosho was still taking his time wrapping his head around the idea of it. So, at some point, he’d just... forgotten.

Well, perhaps he just wasn’t thinking about it. It didn’t really concern him, after all.

So, when he found himself face to face with one of those clone things while taking a walk, it was almost a bit of a surprise.

From somewhere nearby, he heard a voice warning him. Ah. so this was going to attack? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time Rosho had gotten into a fight.

He’d barely thought that when the Ofiuclone rushed him, and it took only a moment longer for Rosho’s instincts to kick in. 

“Hrrah--!!”

With a wild shout, he threw a punch, hitting the Ofiuclone squarely in the face. As he skirted back to give himself some distance, he finally got a look at the person who’d called out to him.

“Thanks for the heads up--” He paused. It seemed who’d called out to him was a young boy, probably a bit younger than his own students. He seemed a bit... odd, but, well, there were more important things to worry about at the moment. “Are you okay? Nothing’s attacking you, right? If you need help, you can stay behind me-- I’m not quite sure how any of this works, but it’s better we’re prepared.”

[weneedwisdom]

inkalized​:

like magic, how curious. by the sounds of it the concept of magic appears to exist, however magic itself seems non-existent. such frightening thought, a world without magic.  ❝ i never thought i would see the day of megaphones being used as weapons. i must say it is rather curious, i hope you can tell me more about them some time. ❞ azul would leave it at a request. whether rosho would be willing to tell more would be up to him. 

he nods,  ❝ my thoughts exactly. ❞ certain topics aside, considering how mundane it had been one would almost forget that they have been kidnapped to an unknown city. he doesn’t know where he is and it certainly cannot hurt to have someone at his side at a time like this.  ❝ in fact before i arrived here i saw an advertisement for the star trail. ❞ it sounded promising.  ❝ i would like to go there first. ❞

“If you ever have any questions about it, I’m more than happy to tell you what I know.” Rosho himself doesn’t exactly understand how it all works, but he’s certainly happy to explain what he can. “In return, I’d love to learn more about your world as well.”

The world Azul came from seemed incredibly fascinating to Rosho. He’s curious to learn more, but for now, that could wait until later.

“The Star Trail, huh? What a fantastical sounding name...” It sounds almost like something out of a fairy tale or some kind of fantasy type legend. It piques his curiosity, so he nods. “I’d like to see it too, I think. It doesn’t sound like any of the places I’ve been to in my world.”

[weneedwisdom]

carrdsoldier​:

Even if he wasn’t at Night Raven College anymore…it was still important to stay on top of his studies.

That was Deuce’s logic, anyways, as he wandered over toward the supposed university within the area he wound up housed in. If he was going to be stuck here, he should at least be able to get back home and have improved grades. Of course, he wasn’t surprised to discover that they didn’t have classes like alchemy, flying, or magical history but…math had to be a universal subject, didn’t it?

( It would be upsetting if it wasn’t - like math was a subject invented and placed just in his world to scorn him. )

The university was…a bit hard to navigate. It seemed like there were a lot of classes dedicated to studying marine life, which wasn’t really what he was looking for. He wasn’t certain of where he needed to go to enroll in classes, either, so things were already going south. 

Deuce sighed and folded his arms over his chest, just thinking for a moment before…someone approached him.

“No, I’m not…” He started, looking the man over for a moment. He…kind of looked like he could be a teacher. Or…maybe he was, and he wasn’t supposed to be here?

“Ah, sorry, am I not supposed to be here? I was looking to try and join a class, but if it’s a private school…”

Now that he was able to get a closer look, it was clear that the person before him was definitely a student. Whether or not he attended this university was still up for debate, but Rosho liked to think he could tell high school students apart from other young adults after working with them for several years.

He met the boy’s apology with a small shake of his head.

“Oh-- if you’re not supposed to be, I wouldn’t really know either,” he admitted with a small chuckle. “This is actually my first time here. I was looking to see about getting a job here...”

Rosho offered a small smile. “If you’re looking to sign up for classes, perhaps we’ll be able to find the faculty office together? I don’t believe this to be a private institution... from what I read anyone can attend classes here, so if that was your goal, it shouldn’t be any issue to get enrolled.”

[weneedwisdom]

tragiccxmedy​:

“Changelings!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Not that he actually believed it was changelings. He grinned. “Even if it’s not changelings, it’s a pretty big change, though.”  “So we woke up next to the pit, with others. And we know the information that was in the pamphlets.” His eyes narrowed as he thought, his smile giving way to a more pensive expression. “I don’t think they mean to hurt us. Other than the threat to not leave the city, they’ve given us accommodations and some money. It almost seems like we’ve been… relocated. Like we should work on starting over.”  He turned to Rosho. “So! If we’re starting over, we should be a comedy duo again~! Dotsuitare Hompo 2! Double knock out!” He made a punching motion with his hands then cheered.  

Rosho rolled his eyes at Sasara’s word play, opting to not comment on it, lest he give the man a reason to make more terrible puns. But even still, he smiled. Sasara’s horrid jokes were something a comfort in this unfamiliar world. Not that he’d say that out loud.

Only a moment later though he was rolling his eyes again, this time at Sasara’s suggestion.

“No,” he stated bluntly. “You’re free to continue on the stage if you want, but those days are in the past for me. I’m happy to just support you from here on out.”

“But, I do agree that it does seem as if we’ve just been relocated... The question then is for what reason? There’s got to be some... some meaning behind this, right? I mean, doesn’t this sort of thing happen in books and manga? Isn’t there usually some kind of destiny set out for the hero who’s been whisked off to some world...?”

He let out a small sigh. “But I don’t think either of us really qualifies as some kind of hero... and if it were that sort of story, there wouldn’t be nearly so many people ending up here...”

[weneedwisdom]

copybook​:

The other’s reaction to his answer really perplexed the blond for a few moments. This division certainly seemed to exist in Rosho’s world, which meant that his Yokohama wasn’t the same as the one the detective knew and loved. 

It was giving him a bit of a headache, evidenced by how he instinctively rubbed his temple as he sighed.

“I really haven’t. Which means that we’re from two entirely different Yokohamas. More importantly, this means that we’re from two different worlds. I … don’t know how to think about this, because I’ve never experienced such a thing before. I’m going to assume your world doesn’t have abilities, then?”

“Two... Two Yokohamas...?”

The idea seemed preposterous. How could two of the same place exist? But the more he thought on it, the more that seemed to be the only logical conclusion. After all, he and his roommate had come from separate worlds entirely. Would it be too much of a stretch to imagine that another world existed that was much like his own, yet different?

“...I suppose it’s a possibility,” he finally said. “It would explain how you know nothing of what I consider to be common knowledge...”

Rosho’s brow furrowed in thought at Kunikida’s question. “Abilities...? I... feel as if what you are speaking of might be different from the rap abilities I have in mind.” Ability was a bit of a vague term, after all, but the way Kunikida said it held some kind of meaning that Rosho didn’t know the details of.

[weneedwisdom]

inkalized​:

  ❝  … eh ?  ❞ did he just hear that right, a weapon? this is most curious indeed. confusion etched on his face he gives a raise of his brow.  ❝  did you just say a weapon ?  ❞  not exactly concerned with it ever being used on him, but he couldn’t help but be slightly fascinated with it.  ❝ that is a most curious choice for a weapon.  ❞   but hey who is he to judge. 

taking the broom he opens the door to the room he claimed when he got here and props it against the wall.  ❝  you’re free to pick a room to your liking. ❞ considering none of the rooms look like they’re currently being used.  ❝  judging by the number of rooms i suppose it is safe to say that more people will be joining us here sooner or later. ❞ but for now he is glad he only has to deal with one person. 

still nothing can be achieved by just standing here,  ❝  i was planning to look around and get familiar with the city, care to join me ?  ❞

Rosho laughs softly, his smile apologetic. It’s no surprise Azul is confused. “It is a bit strange, isn’t it? Honestly, when they were first introduced in my world, I thought it seemed like magic...” Or perhaps it was something more out of a nightmare, considering the path that lead to the microphones’ introduction into the world. For a moment, Rosho’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but he lets the moment pass.

“Ah, yes, I’d assume as much-” Rosho comments as he glances to the other doors in the apartment. “I’ll pick out a room later.”

He’s certainly glad to only have one roommate for now. It’s been years since he lived with anyone, and while he can handle talking to one person at a time, more than that and he might start to grow anxious.

“Oh-- If you’re going to, then I’d be happy to join. I wanted to do a bit of exploring myself, and it’s probably safest if we don’t go alone for now.” Rosho pockets his microphone as he says this. Even if he doesn’t think they’re in danger, he’ll bring it with him, just in case.

[tloraxin]

Will Rosho be okay with the fact that he has to diss a high school student (aka Jirou)…….. 🥺