#onzoushii

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@onzoushii

She has an easy routine. Easy being a relative term, when considering the volume of her work and effort at the casino. The place sings under her touch, despite her exhaustion and the fatigue that comes from trying to expand her world. At least there’s opportunity, and a certain quietness that comes from nobody breathing down her neck. 

Nevertheless, the hint of sweat on her brow and quiet tiredness falls away as soon as she spots a familiar figure. She doesn’t run cold, no, but she’s struck dumb for a moment, before moving forward.

“Togami-kun. What a surprise you’re turning out to be.” 

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[ CONTACT ] ;; Togami-kun 

[ TXT ] ;; hey! sorry to text out of the blue like this... but... are you okay?

[ TXT ] ;; i didn’t go to the last day’s event.

[ TXT ] ;; i didn’t… feel like running into my classmates. long story.

[ TXT ] ;; but I feel like I’m hearing an awful lot a noise now, ya know?

[ TXT ] ;; so i’m… a bit worried. text me back if you can, ‘kay?

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    ≪❀≫ “Oh, pardon me! I didn’t see you there.”

      WELL, OF COURSE he wouldn’t – after all, the MAGUS was carrying a stack of books easily higher then his own head. So? The fact that he nearly knocked into the younger male wasn’t surprising. The half-human magic user wasn’t really the type to consider those sorts of things. He wasn’t in any DANGER in a library, so? He could be a little overly-whimsical in choosing his actions. Actions that could often, nearly, lead him into trouble. (HIS LUCK was likely the only thing that had stepped in to stop him from actually running into the other.)

      With that, he is quick to discard his pile onto the table he’d set up at. It would be obvious to any who saw it that he’d likely been here for hours already. Many books remained atop the table – many of them open to different particulars, which? Generally lead him to searching out more books. Cross-referencing everything this Library had to offer on varying subjects.

      Though, an OVERWHELMING majority of his table was covered with textbooks and TOMBS of magical references. He was ATTEMPTING his luck to figure out what was going on here and how it was that he and his fellow SERVANTS could be summoned to the island – without the HOLY GRAIL. But, now? He should probably apologize for being… less than careful with his surroundings. “I’m sorry. I should have been a little more careful about that. You weren’t hurt, were you?” The COURT MAGE of the Round Table was pretty sure he didn’t run into the boy – however? With how many books he was carrying, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he accidentally run into someone.

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   @onzoushii

    This newfound place was hardly Tokyo, but she saw it to be pointless if she were to sit around in her living corridors all day without exploring around. Someone as analytical and observant as Makoto wanted to take in her surroundings and learn more about it. Perhaps it was unrealistic to assume she could do so in a simple stroll, but it did have its benefits. Besides, it wasn’t like she had any sort of specific inkling as to why she was here. For now, though, looking was her biggest aid.

    She happened to come across a rather large campus that looked like a university. The priestess was someone who had been trying to get into a good school-- Still, she knew nothing about it. She walked near its front entrance and turned to face the closest person she interlocked eyes with. “Ah, excuse me? You.. wouldn’t happen to know anything about this place, would you?”

    “I was only curious about its acceptance rates and academic standing. That’s all.” Makoto held high expectations both of herself and for her future career-- She had been working hard this whole time in her studies for that goal. However, even here, she didn’t want to let her studies slack off.

[sotouso]

@onzoushii  liked this for a starter

Since Kokichi newly arrived to this city, he had nothing. The only thing he carried aorund with him, were his lockpicking tools... And not even he wanted to steal from strangers right on his first week here. However, there was this one vending machine selling his favorite kind of soda, grape panta... A good carbonated drink would help him and his brain juices actually a lot now. And there surely was some idiot around, that would give him the needed money for free! As soon as he thought that, some rich looking dude passed by, and of course, the prankster took his chance!

“Heeey, four-eyes over there! You look like you have some cash with you, would you mind helping a kind soul like me out here? I just need some coins for that vending machine over there, no big deal, riiight?”

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      It was not particularly natural to see things as they currently where – a city that had different Wards that separated varying levels of cultures and societies. Apparently, the wards carried all sorts of colorful folks as well. People from varying “worlds,” abilities, and so on. So? In theory, it wasn’t much different then Chaldea, which housed varying souls from different parts of the universe…

      Except there was no Master to obtain orders from. Nor was there any constructed form or necessity for her to follow. She had no job. No parameters to follow at all…

      So? She’d made it her mission to try to understand the varying WARDS – their differences and cultures. However? The puppet’s trip had come to a dead stop when she arrived at a place apparently referred to as the “Netwalk”. A place inhabited by unusual canine-like creatures. “… observation concludes android-like existences ranging in size and behavior. Intelligent with a pack-like behavior, similar to other living species…” She was mostly muttering these things to herself. The puppet didn’t think much to the contrary. After all: It wasn’t as though Assassin was in the middle of business… and with her natural concealment left intact – the chances of running into danger from another servant was slim. “Continued observation recommended – at this time, it’s unclear of whether or not they have any benefits that work alongside of these changes.”

      She didn’t think much about other “residents” being in the area. At least, until she happened to notice someone else on their way through here. “… if permitted, I would like to ask you some questions.” Danzou’s voice calls out to the young man traveling through. She wasn’t sure if he was someone from around these parts or not, however? Any amount of clarifications would prove useful for the puppet-woman who had only just arrived in the city. “If that is acceptable, of course. Should it be too much trouble, then I shall excuse myself.” Well, she would excuse herself to continue to observe the creatures – netpups, she would assume.

      It was hard not to be fascinated by them – given they appeared to live, despite the lack a natural canine’s head. It reminded her a little of her own condition, so to say.

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@onzoushii

This person...seemed familiar. Not in a personal sense, of course. How could she have ever met someone for real, a string of numbers and codes...although...this whole situation was odd to begin with. She shouldn’t have been there in general, taking into account that she had just... However, her programming could, of course, identify one of the critical members of the organization that brought her into existence. Although he seemed...different. Maybe younger? The vibe was strange. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, however.

“Excuse me...are you Byakuya Togami? You attended Hope’s Peak, right...?”

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@onzoushii

This gun was such, a pain!

Yes, it was a prop, and he knew his card gun was too in a way. But how was a gun with foam darts going to benefit him in his phantom thief identity? With the card gun he could use those cards to make smoke fill the room and create a distraction. Now, without it? He was powerless. The only item of importance he had now was his glider, sure he had

He sighed, he was definitely going to have to find a magic shop sooner or later.

“This bites...” he mumbled to himself, moving the NERF gun towards the air. “Just how does anyone use this thing?”

Little did he know however, was that someone had overheard him... At least he managed to cover himself with his wording..

[ubacchau]

           this place is just like home, with lights flashing and cheerful songs being blasted at full volume—but with one key difference. momo is walking the streets freely here in little tokyo, and she is absolutely loving it.

ever since arriving, she’s noticed that her 'curse’ tends to wear off after a certain point. no longer does every head turn in her direction once the day’s episode has run its course (unfortunately, what hasn’t changed is her inability to control when she captures the attention of quite literally everyone in the vicinity). instead, she’s left in peaceful, peaceful bliss.

             “this is so cuuuuute!”

maybe it’s a bit too peaceful, though. caught up in the bliss of shopping freely for the first time she can remember, she yells at full volume beside a certain young man who also appears to be browsing this store’s wares. oops.

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“I’ll admit I’m not quite sure what this is,” he says as he hands over the golden gift wrapped box, a small present containing endless possibilities. While part of him worries that this might come off as a cop out, he hopes that what might be inside might very well make her Christmas. “The Marketplace said that it will give you a ‘small trinket from home;’ what that might be, I have no idea. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it – I’m quite curious as to what may be inside.”

     “A small trinket from home��?”

     Curious, her eyes run over the gold box, should an intense look at it bring about any outstanding hints as to what it should contain. However, nothing comes of this, and from every point of view it’s a normal box. Looks can be deceiving, and Cardia is no stranger to this notion. Gloved digits tear the gift wrap away, and then opening the box - and before her own eyes, a familiar suitcase appears to drop out from beneath it, and the now-weightless box is empty in her hands. Blinking twice, it’s hard for her to process what just happened, but it’s almost too good to be true. Originally on her way from Saint Germain’s mansion back to Wales, to ease the burden of her companions and live alone as a monster, the trunk Lupin gifted to her was the only material object she had with her as she ran away wordlessly.

     Her heart pangs, and the box drops from her own hands and the doll-like girl kneels to the suitcase, hesitating for a moment whether or not it’s real - but her hand reaches and it displays all of the personal items she packed on her way to her lonely home, prior to arriving here. The dishware and pillowcases and all are tightly folded and arranged in the very way she packed, making it clear it hasn’t been tampered at all. Many questions come to mind, primarily the fact it has arrived without a scratch, and who could have gotten their hands on such a unique item…

     Her reaction spills over nonetheless.

     “I… don’t know what to say. I know you said you didn’t know what was inside it, but… I couldn’t ask for anything else.” A tearful laugh and the brunette looks toward the man, her gratitude clear just from expressions alone. “I can’t thank you enough, thank you Togami!” Later, she will take the time to show him everything in it, from the poison-proofed wear and wares to the few photographs of the friends she has mentioned before, and share the few, but wonderful and vibrant, memories with someone she is forming new ones with.

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onzoushii / byakuya !

          “Who? Me? Can’t say that I have..?” Not that he was actively looking around for something like that in the first place.

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      “Would you mind my asking why you seem so frustrated?”

      It wasn’t much like him to approach a stranger in this manner, however, Rantaro couldn’t really help himself. He had become curious on his way through the beautiful park laced with the never-ending cherry-trees, when he’d seen a strangely frustrated looking man in the setting. Perhaps it wasn’t any of his business, and if that was the case, he’d happily make his way out of the scene. He wasn’t the type to linger when unwanted, however? Being who he was, he couldn’t help but at least ask what seemed to have the other frustrated.

      “You certainly don’t have to talk about it if you would rather not.” He continues, laughing a little awkwardly. “I just happened to see you, is all.” Rantaro – as an older brother figure, had a hard time simply passing someone by if they needed help for any which reason. Though he was the type to be rather reluctant to let others know when something was wrong with him, himself? He couldn’t just pass by someone who looked distressed/irritated/sad. He just didn’t have it in him. And though he wasn’t sure what it was that had the other looking irritated, he was happy to at least check in on him.

      “My name is Rantaro Amami, by the way.” He introduces himself, laughing a little, as he approaches still. “Sorry for intruding.”

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Coffee! (only if it's alright)

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Switcheroo! (don't feel like you have to do this if you don't want to!)

Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe  ( accepting x )

The heir to a substantial business conglomerate in Japan, Byakuya has spent his entire life working himself to the bone to earn his father’s respect and be named the most competent of his siblings, and thus the one most worthy to inherit the company, a feat which has earned him their intense ire. He, however, has shaped himself into an immovable glacier. He is perfect. He is unshakeable. No jealous siblings or scrutiny can change this.

...At least, this is the personality he tries to exude.

While he does his best to cover the insecurities that linger beneath his polished exterior, there are things that are beginning to make them waver. Such as the allies of the company dropping contracts, or suffering abrupt or sudden deaths. It causes other to worry if the family is cursed, and thus contracts are severed and business falls short. The alarming rate at things happen urge him to take matters into his own hands, which leads to research into more unconventional methods. Learning about it is the first step, but he didn’t seem to show much hesitation when the odd app showed up on his phone...whether or not that was a hasty decision doesn’t seem to matter.

Togami’s persona is KING ARTHUR, the ancient British King said to have pulled the sword from the stone. However, this persona seems to draw hints from the Post-Vulgate Cycle, where the Lady of the Lake gave Excalibur to Arthur after he began his reign. King Arthur appears as a large golden figure dressed in armor with a regal robe on his shoulders, who’s face appears as an unmovable mask set in a solemn expression. The crown over his head merely hovers like a halo, while the sword he wields is also grasped by two slender disembodied hands at the hilt. It is meant to represent both Byakuya’s want to lead properly, as well as to display how other people think he was handed his position. 

King Arthur is of the EMPEROR Arcana.

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“I know where I’m going.”

Late Night Wanderings

“I’m sure you do, Togami-kun.” Celestia speaks gently, holding off that note of sarcasm that threatens to make this less friendly. So, she manages a small laugh, and folds her hands together.

“But, if I recall. That street is under construction. They’re pouring concrete, and I assume you have no desire to ruin your shoes. So let me show you the alternate route, I insist.” 

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     While he doesn’t seem to notice her, as they go their separate ways, she most certainly does. Togami Byakuya, the Super High School Level Heir, a survivor of the very first season of Danganronpa the killing game. What luck it is for her to have encountered someone from Danganronpa, here in this very city! Those ice blue eyes might have judged her, perhaps as someone so plain and uninteresting, but still her lips tug ever so slightly. A haughty and cold person, judgemental as well, all that she knows and remembers quite fondly, having watched the first season so many times, and know he’s here in the flesh. The cosplayer can’t help but have a smile spread across her face, knowing that where one Danganronpa character is, there’s surely more to follow, and she can’t wait to see more of them.