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whitecometer‌

❝  BWEEH !  ❞ WHAT AN UNLADY-LIKE sound that left her lips. too bad she wasn’t a lady but rather a girl so she could get away with such noise ( still was a little embarrassing though ). still, she was caught off guard by the sudden sheet of paper which seemed to gravitate to her face. it even stuck to it before she peeled it off, azure hues scanning over it instinctively. oh, this was the test they just got back. her own was safely tucked in her bag — 2% ? you could actually get this grade ?

❝  ah.  ❞ this belonged to her, right ? the girl that’s currently looking like she wanted the ground to open up && swallow her whole. did she leave class because of this ? she’s seen a couple of students to the same when they received bad marks but this low of one was a first. ❝  … you want this back ?  ❞ how to proceed …

           she wants the ground to open up for sure. wants it to open up to the point where momo kokonose is fully prepared to become a professional hole-digger right now if it’ll mean escaping that pitying stare.

                aah... seriously, seriously! so embarrassing!

sure, she looks all kind now, but momo can practically hear the laughter echoing around this girl’s head ( and what’s her name again? great, she can’t remember her own classmate’s name ). there’s a sound akin to a cow braying or a lawnmower revving, depending how one chooses to look at it, and it comes from momo’s own lips in the form of a groan.

she slumps to the ground, defeated and head hung. “ ... no. you can put it in the trash. and while you’re at it, put me in with it.”

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whitecometer‌

@ubacchau | event starter

SHE DEFINITELY WASN’T SNEAKING OUT of class. how dare you even think that. she was only … taking a break from the teacher’s yapping, that’s all. she’ll be back … in an hour. besides, her grades were good, she was top of her class, she didn’t need to pay attention to anything, right ? riiiiight.

turning the corner of the hall ( while trying to be as sneaky as possible ), the kaslana made her way to the courtyard where she knew nobody would be at. after all, everyone was a good student was in class. but, ❝  ah —  ❞ shooot, there was another student here. ❝  …  ❞ well, this was awkward.

           she definitely snuck out of class. not the best idea, especially for someone with grades like momo’s; the worst of ideas, to be honest, but it’s been a terrible day. first, she’d woken up to her breakfast being eaten and the offending brother passed out on the ground, then gotten to school and handed in an assignment that her other brother had sneakily drawn inappropriate objects on—and to top it all off, now there’s this.

there’s a shaky sniffle that leaves her form as she stares down at the crumpled paper in her hands. up top, a giant ‘2/100′ has been scrawled in red ink.

                “aaaah, seriously... why are you a friendless idiot, momo?!”

that feels good to have gotten out aloud. about to bury her face in her knees and resume moping, it’s then that momo hears something. she freezes, then turns—and her life ends. it’s over. it’s seriously over. the smartest girl in her year is staring right at her, and there’s no way she’d missed that outburst, and, and—

of course, she loses her grip on the test paper then, and it goes flying into the other girl’s face, 2% grade and all. momo kokonose, age 16, is officially deceased.

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           it’d only been a matter of time until this had happened. ever since realizing it might, just might be the key to unlocking her insurmountable, repressed talent ( go, go, momonose! roars a nonexistent crowd ), momo’s pretty much spent every waking hour trying to make the next big hit on a certain app called pikpok. sure, she’d jumped on the bandwagon a bit late, but that’s no problem! stars are always late to the show!

besides, it looks like there’s someone even later than her—that’s always the case with this guy, though. it’d started with an innocent question, something along the lines of what she was doing; now, they’re in the middle of a full-fledged singing lesson.

“aaah, maybe that song’s a bit too hard... something in a lower key, maybe! yeah!”

with a bag of squid jerky in her lap, momo’s currently in the process of looking up ‘easy songs to sing.’ it’s proving to be a pretty difficult task to carry out while batting hungry hands away from her food, but she’s nothing if not determined. “okay... okay! got one! this one’s by saylor twift, just follow along with the lyrics onscreen, kono-nii!”

@douwasure​

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E V E N T : [ subversion ] & part i.

meet momo kokonose, age 16 and in her second year of high school. she’s the youngest in a family of three children.

given her odd upbringing ( thanks, onii-chans ), never managed to make any friends in school. why do people look at her strangely when she wolfs down food at the speed of light like kono-nii? why doesn’t anyone want to play the knife game with her? sae-nii taught it to her so patiently!

tends to be at home a lot as a result, but really, really wants friends! wants to live the ideal life of a teenage girl, too. spends a lot of time on social media and watching strange dramas as a result. her handle is @MOMONOSE, and she uses a lot of 🍑 and 👃 emojis! doesn’t have many followers besides bots and her two brothers.

loves singing on the isolan equivalent of tiktok, but also hasn’t really managed to get popular anywhere no matter how hard she tries.

is also equally ( if not more ) terrible when it comes to grades at school. her answers are otherworldly, to say the least—maybe it runs in the family. momo’s quirky sense of logic is really only understandable to her and kono-nii.

feel free to drop into my DMs for a pre-established relationship!

relationships: two older brothers, one who’s a hungry cinnamon roll and the second who’s a chaotic evil snake.

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aaaalrighty, we're giving this another go! without prior reserve, re-apping momo kisaragi from kagerou project! application can be found under /app, unchanged from before.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Momo!

You’ll be housed in CONDO 417.

You’ll regain the things you were given previously.

– mod altair.

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gun emoji

KNIFE EMOJI

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onzoushii‌

Little Tokyo truly is just like home – and that includes the good and the bad. It’s familiar, noisy, crowded, overstimulating…and even so, when he sees the skyscrapers and the ads flashing across giant screens that appear as though they’ve been plucked right from the real place, Togami can’t help but feel like he’s back home, nostalgia overwhelming. Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t visit often, and when he does, he doesn’t stay for long; in his time here he’s learned to constantly look forward and move ahead, for dwelling too much on the past only leads to regret. 

…Regret. It’s what he’s feeling right now, but not for that reason; no, what had started as a surprisingly peaceful shopping trip has turned into a deafening experience, for the girl next to him suddenly just…started shrieking about some cute thing or another. All he wanted to do was see if there were any casual clothes that weren’t shredded to pieces or ten sizes too big…and judging by the lack of sweaters (and sweater vests), this obviously isn’t the right place to look. But of course, he’s not going to leave before telling this girl off – hadn’t she ever learned about keeping an inside voice?

“Could you quiet down? I’m sure we’d all rather leave here with our hearing intact.”

           alright, so maybe she’d have backed down more easily if he’d been less of a total jerk about things, but there’s something about this guy’s attitude that tells her otherwise. can’t he read the mood here? granted, momo wilts slightly at the tone of his voice, but her chest puffs up moments later. gotta stand up for yourself, momo! don’t back down, momo!

               ( it’s great, being your own mental cheerleader. )

“h-hey!” oops, that stutter hadn’t been intentional. “come on—it’s only normal to get excited over something like this! it’s a super rare item, y’know!” and then, to top it all off, she hoists the treasure she’d managed to find: a musty orange ( or maybe it’s closer to brown ) t-shirt featuring a distinctive, fishy odor to match the cartoon image of a tuna fish drawn on it. all in all, it’s something she absolutely needs in her wardrobe this instant, and it’s become her new goal to get this guy to appreciate it as well.

“they released a keychain just like this back home, but it was a limited edition! ah, but that was a salmon instead of a tuna... ”

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retainedreds‌

@ubacchau!

Well he is outside, something rare from his part but the worst part is that he was in a place he didn’t know about, at all. But it didn’t seem that bad…? Atleast he didn’t have Ene around to make comments on his akward behavior with other people. But anyway, he didn’t know anyone here, so he was going to be uncomfortable and akward with everyone, what a nice luck he has!

He let out a sigh, maybe if he walked around he would learn about where he was, which would be very helpful, come on Shintaro use your IQ to underestand everything you see fast. His low stamina barely let him walk without feeling tired, and he was thirsty, but he didn’t know where to go so, he’s fucked.

After walking a bit and somehow still breathing, he saw a silhouette that was really familiar, side ponytail, orange hair and obnoxious clothing style, it was his little sister, no doubt (who would doubt anyway, she somehow attracts everyone’s attention). He walked as fast as he could since his energy wouldn’t handle running towards the girl.

“M-Momo…!” He had to stop to catch a breath (damn, he sure sucks at anything that needs him moving) “I-It’s…m…..e Shintaro…..!” God he was dying.

           the memories are still too fresh. a darkened night—a familiar figure, or so she’d thought, accosted by a figure clad in pure black. whatever’d happened at the end of the celebration of life has left its mark on momo, to the extent where when she hears her brother’s voice lift into the air, her first reaction is an ear-splitting shriek.

“w-waaugh!?” she’d have leapt a full ten feet into the air, if it’d been possible; instead, she manages a mere inch or two. “wha... w-wh... ” automatically, both arms are thrown up in front of her ( it’d pass as a battle stance in a comedy, maybe ) as a flimsy show of defense. then she’s staring shintaro kisaragi directly in the eye, mouth agape. this is the real thing, isn’t it? after all, there’s no way anyone else would be this completely uncool, panting and out of breath in the middle of the day.

but momo’s been fooled once already, so she won’t let this go that easily. her face screams determination as she clears her throat and tries again. “s-state your name and business! prove that you’re the real onii-chan!”

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highliberation‌

→ data file: @ubacchau

She can’t stop looking at her. Almost as though there’s some sort of pheromone in the air; though her gaze may stray now and then it’s drawn back like a moth to a flame, those brilliantly orange locks close enough. She’s certainly cute, but there’s something more there – but whether it would be useful to Makino’s interests, that’s yet to be seen. There has to be some reason she keeps staring at her…regardless, it’s simultaneously frustrating and intriguing. An endless cycle of curiosity, a craving for knowledge, and the frustration that comes when that knowledge is unknown…it must be discovered, and thus begins anew. And one way or another, she is going to find out why this girl interests her so. She’s never failed a mission yet.

In times like this it’s best to frame the interest as coming from the target, to not give herself away. A friendly smile is given; a slight tilt of the head follows. “You’ve been looking this way for a while now, haven’t you? Is something the matter?”

           it’s happening again. even as she shrinks this way and that, trying to hide herself ( come on, isn’t this bush great camouflage? should she move to a different one? ), it’s to no avail. as if they’re boring through her very being, momo can feel the stares all around her—ahh, seriously! she wants to become part of the greenery. she wants to become part of the ground. she just wants—

“eek!” she shouts aloud, her stealthy trail to another, bigger shrub having been interrupted. “ahaha, wow—nice weather we’re having, right!” there’s false pep dripping from each and every word ( cringe, momo! shouts her inner critic ), even before she turns to face the stranger—and thank goodness, when she does, it turns out to be another girl around her own age. cue a sigh of relief; maybe today’s episode won’t be as bad as she’d predicted. “um, me? looking? it was probably just the sun! haha... ”

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aneverlostword‌

        she’d thought the most shocking thing here was that ayano was alive and present, but seeing momo kisaragi (   who looked at her and had no recognition   ) had to top it. the mystery meat on her hoodie was ignored for all of thirty seconds before she began stammering.

        “d-don’t worry, kisaragi…” no, she doesn’t recognize you! “i-i mean! i can get this cleaned up, i-it’s fine…”

        even so, she brushes off the larger chunks of the meat off the fabric, still mentally reeling. kisaragi’s a celebrity, she reminds herself, so there won’t be much question as to why she knows her name, right? right. surely. of course! oh god, but if she still had the eyes, what then?

        would recruiting the dan in this place again even be an option? no, it’d be ridiculous, she had to find a way out of here, but maybe…

        “y-you just…arrived here, right?” she’d have to definitely wash her hoodie a couple of times. what was that meat, anyway?

            maybe it’s a blessing in disguise; alternatively, a curse. either way, momo does notice the use of her name. it’s the first time she’s been recognized by anyone here, and the absence of overwhelming attention in a place like this has been a constant companion. she can’t not be aware of it—especially when the feeling she’s left with borders dangerously on loneliness. 

                it’s a bit of a relief to not be just another figure in the crowd, to be honest.

eyes widen, and momo finds the corners of her lips lifting into a smile despite the look of despair she’d been wearing mere seconds ago. now that she’s taking a proper look at the stranger, it turns out she’s a super pretty girl to boot. lucky, momo! “ahaha... to think that i’d finally run into a fan here... ” she trails off for a moment, that dopey grin still resting on her face—then remembers just why they’d started talking.

the smile vanishes. “ahh! ah, that’s right, and to think that i greeted you this way... ” back to panic mode momo, she leans in to help pick off the remaining bits as best as she can (probably widening the stain a bit in the process). “i’m really, really sorry! i... i don’t have any money here yet, which is why i came for the free food, y’know? but i promise that i’ll make this up to you once i do have some!” and with that declaration made, she dips into a bow, both hands clasped before her in apology. “i’m sorry!”

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           the world has ceased to spin, and a single person hangs on the center of its axis. at least, that’s how it feels for momo, fleeing for her life and not thinking of much else besides run, i’ve gotta run from these crazy things! until the sight of a familiar face stops her instantly in her tracks. wait. she knows this person. she knows this person. one foot lifted and frozen mid-step, it’s like walking into a glass wall—bam, dumbstruck.

her older brother is dangling in midair and at the mercy of a black-clad stranger.

          “ONII-CHAN!”

her body moves before her brain’s fully able to process the situation; bending down, she scoops up the nearest rock and hurls it at the aggressor ( because it’s gotta be that weird guy; there’s no other possible explanation because that’s onii-chan. ) there’s no hesitation whatsoever.

“let him goooo—!” the scream that rises from her throat is barely recognizable as her own, but momo doesn’t care as she sprints towards them with all the speed she can possibly muster.

@ouhebi

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           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.

@onzoushii

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            to put it simply, this is the absolute last person she’d expected to run into here. it’s a chance encounter on the street, nothing more or less; but even before she’s fully turned around to call the man back, lips are parted in shock and momo isn’t able to do much more than babble incoherently.

              “wha... w-wh... e-ehh, hold on, that—”

and then, unconsciously, eyes are flashing red as she draws that attention towards her, even in the middle of a crowded street. here we go again.

@realitycrushed

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           en route to a first-time exploration of the cotes ward, she stumbles upon a curious sight. it’s an unfamiliar girl, upon closer inspection (initially, she’d mistaken it as a ball of fluff by the roadside), and one who appears to be thoroughly exhausted. that’s no good.

rummage. rummage. momo fumbles in her pockets for a moment, until ultimately extricating—right, there it is. a peach-flavored candy she’d bought from a vendor earlier.

               “uh, hi! are you alright?”

there’s a note of nervousness that slips through in her words, but nevertheless, a hand’s resolutely thrust forward to offer the sweet. candy always makes her feel better, after all.

@joohebi​

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           when young, broke, and dumb (hey, she hates to admit it, but her test scores are definitive proof of the fact), any and all events promising free food are worth checking out. that’s how momo kisaragi, age 16 and newly arrived to the city of spirale, ends up at day two of the celebration of life with a full plate of nearly every dish being offered.

              “mmf! this meat! it’s so good—!”

appreciative words are called out as she chews away, amazed at how barely anyone’s touched the specific dish she’s referring to: an unknown meat covered in an equally unknown sauce (black and lumpy, looking awfully suspicious by ordinary standards). with just a tiny spot on her cheeks from the frenzy she’d found herself in, momo whirls around—and promptly dumps the remainder of her mysterious black meat onto a stranger’s hoodie.

silence ensues as she stares at the spot in horror, then slowly raises her gaze to the stranger’s. not a flicker of recognition is visible in momo’s eyes, with her expression instead reading a big, fat oops. “ah... ahaha... haha... i’m so sorry!”

@aneverlostword

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alright i made icons here’s a small starter call! capping at two with castmates exempt. these’ll be a mix of event related and non-event related, let me know if you have a specific preference!!

[ubacchau]

hello! you can disregard the extension request, acting on prior reserve, momo kisaragi of kagerou project is ready to go! app can be found at /app, thank you!!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Momo!

You’ll be housed in Condo 455!

You’ll be able to use Captivating Eyes for up to an hour a day, but you’ll only be able to make people focus on you (with mun permission). You can keep your change purse.

– mod spica