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harimenuis‌:

“Oh, nonsense, nonsense~! Not only do I know a super pretty tall girl like you with long hair back at home, but I know an even bigger cutie who is just as sporty—if not more than you—with hair just a biiiit longer~! You know, you could always try a wig, just to test the style, if you want~!” Nui did you just read the crossed out text, you can’t just do that yet

“And you think so? Hahaha, I don’t know about that…” And it would be as she trailing off that Nui would also coincidentally reach up into her hair and pull out an actual, still alive bird, before letting it go without once taking a look at it as it flew off. 

So many of these normal, fleshy humans seemed to think they were the abnormal ones around her… If only they knew~!

“You knoooow... that’s an idea. It wouldn’t work walking around school like that, but I don’t think my boss would care.” A tasteful pink one might be a good tester for Mr. Dumont. 

“Nice ones are high priced though, I think. I’ll have to find out~” Food $200, Data $150, Rent $0, Skincare and Handbags $3,600, Utility $150, someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this

“Was that your pet bird, by the way? What’s its name?” If pet birds came back just like cats did, Karen hoped to catch a sight of it in action.

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youllgocrystalcrazy‌:

   Rubbing a thumb along the tips of his fingers, he listens, relishing in the compliments he was receiving. “Mmm… Well, I… I suppose I could humor you with a little ditty or two…” He states, matter-of-factly. His expression contradicts his tone however, lips curved upwards in a wide, gummy grin. “Alright, Karen, I’ll join you in a little sing-along. You’ve won me over.”

   “Neo Cortex, ready to take to the mic.” He chimes, all too proud. So proud that he even gives his company a little bow. “I can attest that your assumptions of my singing styles will be as smooth and velvety as you’d hope.” With a far more cheery and conceited demeanor, the small pharaoh sets foot in the room, his chest puffed out in pride. 

“Neo Cortex, Ne~o Cortex. What an imposing name,” Karen commented as she followed him in, tapping her palm with her folding fan. The rhythm was enough to jog her brain into putting the pieces she’d gathered together. With both the N and the same last name, they had to be related.

“Aah! You know Nina!” she concluded, taken in by the “small world” joy. She didn’t to know either of them that well to be happy for them. “Petite and cute? Shiny hands? Tiny N on her forehead? It must be lovely to have family around.”

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“Okay! Wait oneeee second.”

And in no time, she’s holding up a rather basic sign that says “10/10☆”.

“On a scale of 1 to 10—with 1 being ‘super cute’, and 10 being ‘the cutest thing in the universe’—how cute am I~?”

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though isolaween is over, I will keep replying to those threads if you reply back. thank you for the opportunity to let her be a little more eccentric either way! my motivation here feels more stable now.

I finally snagged spirit hunter: NG, the last game I’ve wanted for this year, so I’m excited for that (but it won’t boost my activity for a little bit…). I also have older threads still tracked from before isolaween, and hope to feel Karen-energized enough now for good responses to them.

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youllgocrystalcrazy‌:

   “Performer?” Cortex sneers at the word briefly, but bushy brows raise in thought once he’s told he would add some variety. Peering into the karaoke room, the small pharaoh winces. That’s what she meant by perform. Singing was far better than putting on some comedic act of sorts, but he’s not really charmed at the idea of singing in front of others… “A-hah… I apologize, my dear, but I’m not particularly fond of putting on that sort of display-” He’s quick to button his lip when she adds one key factor to her request. A slight stroke to the ego.

   “Velvety, you say?” Doing a half smirk, Cortex pinches at the false beard on his… real beard. “True as that is, I’m afraid you’re going to have to find more reason to convince me. Hehehmhm…” Is he fishing for compliments? Maybe. It’s the first time meeting her, but she’s so far been one of the more pleasant people he’s met here on first impression. It felt… nice. Maybe it’s the party’s vibe, but what’s the harm in just… one song? He’d hear her out with a little more coaxing.

“Yes! Hearing it now, there’s definitely a nice depth to it. It must be amazing with a song you love.” As much as she enjoyed the performances of the others inside, he could add something new to it. (Of course, she was being optimistic, rather than knowing with any certainty that was true…)

“Alsooooo, you have a very karaoke-experienced young lady here if you need a second vocalist for it. Karen Hanatsubaki, at your service. I promise I won’t let you down!” She nodded confidently. …Relative inexperience with Egyptian pieces as she was, she couldn’t remember one of those featuring an N before.

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anglerfishnabe‌:

“ ….yeah.”

Ogata stares her, bluntly, utterly disregarding the mask extended towards him. He’s glad he’s not wearing anything like that. He’d let the blood only because the timing of its’ fall had been set so close to the party - the unknown prankster had long disappeared and Ogata didn’t feel like putting effort in tracking them down anyway.

“ I’m good. “

“Hmm. Are you sure?” The distortion ended when she lifted the mask off her head again. 

“Then we just need to find something more your style! What do you think? A skull? A mummy? A spooky cat?” Cheerfully, she pinched both masks in one hand to hold them and gestured back with her free one. “Even more choices await you!”

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luna moth ☆

Well, that’s a familiar voice, even though said voice is screaming. One tripped Karen on the floor later, and Gwyndolin peers down at a terrified friend who seems to be requesting protection. He reaches down to offer a hand to help her up, figuring this monster is probably a mere attraction of the holiday.

“Lady Karen, art thou quite alright? What sort of monster didst thou see? I shall make certain of its defeat!”

Their hands met, and halfway up, she realized who she’d flopped down in front of. “Luna Moth! I mean — Dark Sun Gwyndolin the Exalted!! Thank you very much~ I was a little hasty, but I didn’t take anyone down with me!” she announced as if it was a great victory. 

“You look just stunning tonight! A true angel! And it was a wolfman, I know it.”

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“Oh! Now you look like a grand performer. You would add some wonderful variety in here.” She was already gesturing eagerly for the shiny pharaoh to step in the karaoke room. Something about him was familiar, but she’d stop to think about it once she succeeded.

“Please, entrance us with your velvety vocals~!”

@youllgocrystalcrazy

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me, very importantly serially establishing that karen believes things are cheap quality:

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“Magpie~! It’s so nice to see you again. I like the skull; very spooky.” She wasn’t sure if the rest was a costume or not. What’s the Add*ms F*mily. 

Returning her attention to where she’d been looking before, her eyes fell toward a table with a couple of people watching at the side. In the center was someone with a cheap crystal ball, clearly not an official staff member. Before commenting, Karen opened her folding fan in front of her mouth secretively. 

“Saaay, what do you think of fortune telling? I won’t be mad either way.”

@bionicharm

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“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The distant scream grew louder near the end of her sprint, and that worked out well and fine when her shoe landed on someone’s trailing dress. Another gasp later, Karen fell forward in the hallway, landing roughly on her stomach. 

So far it seemed like she’d only caused any trouble to herself. Now, she reached up toward someone she could only half-see from the ground.

“Ah! Angel! There’s a monster in the back!”

@darkmoondelusion

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“Yes! You!”

The girl wearing a pumpkin mask held out a similar one to him, the least festive-looking man around her. Her voice was slightly distorted behind the plastic.

“They have rooms with extra costumes and makeup, you know. I think you’d look great as a pumpkin.”

@anglerfishnabe

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karen’s hitting the party fashionably on time, and plans on sticking around unless some disaster befalls her in her excitability. here’s her outfit, very 2011 Karen Hanatsubaki Approved✔️

I want her to be over the top for now and feel a little less stressed here, so LIKE THIS FOR A SHORT PARTY STARTER 🌺

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Kana Hanazawa - too late for chocolate?

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@harimenuis, continued from ask:

The finger scissors earned wide eyes, clearly nonthreatening as they were: for a second, Karen imagined she’d be told she only suited an even shorter cut. She went quiet as she processed the real suggestion.

“Ohhhh, nooooo~” she drew out once it settled, a pinker face and a dismissive wave of her hand. She was the one being flattered. “When I got taller I knew it didn’t suit me. I have such a sporty figure, you know?”

She really did want to be able to change around her hairstyle like this girl could. So much more could be done with long hair. Karen please consider wigs

“But I’d like to try so many accessories on your hair! You can get away with so much up until Halloween.” Even if it wasn’t a normal declaration to a stranger, abnormal was normal around her.

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She’d been standing unmovingly beside a candy store’s display case for three minutes, a hand at her face like an adoring statue. When her expression shifted, she did too, looking over at the nearest person and pointing at the candy-covered strawberry ghosts.

“Hey, hey. Don’t you think those are just too cute to eat?”

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@sanpatron asked:

[TEXT] Victor: lmao I'm back and with broken legs （*´▽｀*）

TO: Victor FROM: Karen

> Eh? Where?? > It wasn’t the birds, was it??

A silly question slipped out in her hurry around the room. Typing out her thoughts mixed up “important” with “not important.”

> Just tell me where and I’ll be right there! Don’t move!

And after that, she was out the door. She didn’t need the address to get to a florist for the appropriate get-well gift first.