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EVERY MORIARTY SPRITE I HAVE MADE OK..... GOOD... thank goodness ive made a lot... and theres more under the cut... please enjoy my nasty son (especially the crying bits >:^3)

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OK MORIARTYS JUST GONNA SPEND TWO THEN

Moriarty deposits two coins, then…

…

…

The machine seems to be thinking…

Or maybe deciding if it wants to bother with Moriarty or not. Don’t you make that face at it, Moriarty-

Okay, fine, it gives in.

Slip-On Shoes

A simple pair of shoes; some sort of slip ons. The bottoms, however, seems to have an adjustable height chart. If you press a button, the shoes turn into platforms. The height of the platforms go from an inch to five inches.

Parachute

An unopened parachute bag. Contains x1 military-grade ‘square’ ram-air parachute. Please do not use in enclosed spaces, or do so at your own personal risk. You have been warned.

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"Is there like... a limit on how many people I can kill, or can I just hop to it, nya? Just kidding~. I wouldn't stoop that low, even for you~. Maybe. Eheh. Hehe. Hehe."

“I see… Well, do what you will, I suppose…”

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"Hey, hey - Oyaaaaaji-saaaaan~. So murder, huh? Like. Uh, murder-murder, or murder-murder-murder? Like emotional murder or physical murder, nya? 'Cuz I'm capable or both, eheh. (I'm just glad you're easy on the eyes and not some weirdo stuffed toy...)"

“……………”

“Whatever it takes.”

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hi, granddaddy

“BEGONE, THOT”

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That’s right, Isamu. It’s your worst nightmare.

Moriarty grinned as he saw Isamu’s face fall, and tilted his head slightly. As the other spoke, he brought his hands out of his hair and blinked, eyes returning to their normal state and a normal, less-threatening - yet confused, expression returned.

“Ehhh? Moriarty-sama’s confused, nyahah? What face? Moriarty-sama wasn’t making any weird-weird faces~.”

Yeah right. He’s just messing with Isamu now, and he knows it. He snickers a bit and the regular catlike smirk returns to his face.

“Nya, nya~. You know~ I think we’ve been kidnapped, Nyantei-tama...? Anyway, wanna gamble? Nya, nya?”

He bats the air with paw-like fists. Man, he sure has his priorities in check.

A Case of Identity // Isamu Ueda // Prologue Open

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forgive me y’all

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He’s less than energetic in getting up, but he gets up all the same.

A new place, semi-familiar faces... yeah, it’s certain. This is going to be something big. And exciting.

“This is great...”

He’s muttering this to himself, creepily smiling as he eyes everyone nearby. They’re his opponents now.

And then he notices a particularly bouncy and energetic girl. He blinks, the creepy smile fortunately disrupted, and he waves at her, and folds his arms across his chest.

“Oh! Hewwo there~. You seem to have a lot of energy, right, right!? Are you excited too!?”

Limbic Limbo | Yuuna Kusayanagi | Prologue | OPEN

The moment Yuuna Kusayanagi’s eyes open, she’s on her feet. Her intense blue irises jolt around the room, sporadic and unconcentrated. So many new people — so many new test subjects.

She grins; she was already grinning; she's always grinning.

Yuuna cracks her neck, left then right, and rolls out her stiff shoulders. She teeters around on her heels, expression absolutely ecstatic. Just the ideas that flit through her mind has her fingers twitching and toes curling in anticipation. This is a good day to have, an undoubtedly good day to have.

All she needed was to chose which one would be her first subject.

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Moriarty has sat down, legs propped up across another chair. He looks like he’s just chilling casually, and this isn’t a kidnapping scenario, but a I’m-chilling-at-my-friend’s-house scenario. 

He reclines for a few minutes, taking in everything around him, before - ... He tilts his head back so that he’s looking upside-down at Shigemi, a catlike smirk gracing his lips, just staring eerily.

He sits up and turns himself to face the other.

“Nya, nya? Isn’t obvious, nya-haaah? We’ve been kidnapped, churururururururu~.”

He seems... very relaxed, despite that.

The beginning of a symphony || Shigemi || Prolouge: Open.

“………”

No sign of understanding. No sign of explanation. Nothing.

Shigemi’s been standing here in silence for a while now, expecting someone to explain it eventually, but…it seems like everyone else here is as confused as him, or maybe he just didn’t catch that there was a flied trip today. What kind of school gives their students amnesia for that though!? He gulps, just barely raising his hand.

“…H-Hello, excuse me? D-…Does anyone here know what’s going on here…? At all?” He asks, awaiting an answer.

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Waking up in a room with no recollection of how you got there, surrounded by strangers, and stripped of your possessions... it’s far from the ideal situation. 

However, Moriarty seems to be taking it well. Perhaps... too well? He doesn’t seem worried at all... no, he actually seems rather excited by this premise. It’s kind of worrisome, knowing the gambler.

Being here with these people... he figures... it must be some kind of game. 

That has to be the answer! A game! They’re gonna play a game! And of course, Moriarty will win. He briefly wonders what his captors will bet, and what he’ll get if he wins. Something really cool, he hopes.

Right now, he’s making the most terrible face - staring at one classmate in particular. Isamu Ueda. Ah yes. The two of them... how Moriarty would love to gamble against him again.

So he strides right up to him.

“Nyaaaaaanteeeeeeei-taaaamaaaaaaaaaa~.”

Jeez, stop making that face, please.

A Case of Identity // Isamu Ueda // Prologue Open

Isamu had awoken rather peacefully all things considered. He didn’t fling himself from his chair, he just popped one eyelid open and peered around him. He had examined around him, taking in the decor, or lack there of really. It felt like he was in a high school auditorium, or maybe a college theatre lecture hall.

Slowly, but surely he had slinked his way out of his seat and stretched out his back, hands raised in the air. He doesn’t look visibly alarmed, as all he did was romp from his chair to the end of the aisle way and leaned against the wall. “Strange place we have here.” He said as though he wasn’t pointing out the obvious.

Was he confused as to where he was? Yes. Was he wondering who all these people were? Yes. Was he going to make an immediate move? No. Every investigator knows you have to scout out the area first before you head in.

He glanced around the room, and just nodded his head. His lips were slightly pursed as he thought about the situation, until someone had decided to come up to him.

Shall you engage?

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Of course, he’s all for getting attention, especially when it’s getting his picture taken. Even if it’s something bad and gossipy, even if it’s something trying to drag him through the dirt... it’s still getting him attention, right? That’s good, right? It is! At least in his thoughts, it is.

“You’re a paparazza, right Ime-tama, right, right, nya!?” 

He seems to be... maybe too excited by this fact. Eh, the fact of the matter is more coverage means more fame and gambles for him. It’s all a win-win, and boy, does he love to win.

He goes to her side and strikes a pose reminiscent of a famous anime. It’s a bit strange, but isn’t he as well?

“Ime-tama, are you getting Moriarty-sama’s good side, ehehe? Not like I have any bad sides~. Buuuuuut~.”

Narcissistic, much?

Consent || Tsukasa || Pregame--OPEN

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Moriarty is a gambler.

He’s observant of his surroundings, especially the people in it and their actions. It was nearly impossible to cheat in a gamble against him, and trust him - many had tried. What a shame it must be to not have amazing luck to help you.

He’s observant of even the tiniest details... and that means even a tiny girl climbing up a tree, aiming her phone at passersby. Hmm... that seems like fun. Moriarty heads over to check that out, stepping with ease, and a slight bounce in each movement.

Oh. This girl was...

“Kya? What’s this? You want a picture of lil ol’ Moriarty-sama?”

What a contrast in speech and looks it is... 

“Ehehe, of course, nya~. I’m always happy to pose-pose for the paparazzi, chururu~. Do you want any juicy gossip to go along with that, Ime-tama? Maybe something like ‘Famous gambler Moriarty-sama still sleeps with a nightlight’! Or something... Nyaha?”

Consent || Tsukasa || Pregame--OPEN

There was a pretty big tree on campus that had recently become Tsukasa’s favorite perching spot. Most of the branches were higher up, so you would it would be too difficult for someone as small as her to climb–but Tsukasa has a system.

Seems this kid is no stranger to climbing up the occasional tree. Could you blame her? There was something nice about feel tall. No one could walk all over her from up here, even if they wanted to. They’d fall if they tried.

Ah, she almost did it again. Phone in hand, aimed at a random passerby.

What a bothersome habit–what cumbersome rules. It would have been pretty bad if the school found out Tsukasa was taking pictures of people on campus without consent. They were pretty clear about that in her acceptance interview. It would probably be fine as long as she didn’t post it publicly, but….

Well, it’s probably best to try and shake off old habits while she’s here. If Tsukasa called out to the person below, would they hear her?

“Anoooo…~! Up here! Could Tsukasa-chama take your picture?“

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This place was a lot fancier than the Higanbana, that was for sure.

Not saying the Higanbana wasn’t fancy or nothing... well, it just didn’t compare to anything that was Hope’s Peak. This place was something else for sure. It made him wonder if he could turn it into a venue for some gambling fun. Surely the headmaster would allow it, right? He could get away with that, right?

Moriarty’s lips curled up into a self-satisfied smile about that. What a way to rake in the winnings, and make a name for himself here... Ah, he could see it now...!

However, something interrupted his thoughts.

“Nya-hi? Oh, huh? What’s this, huwa?”

He took it anyway, looking it over, though holding it upside-down. 

“Ohhh, I see, you’re a Takasei-tama, huuuuuh? New nyicknyame time, kyaha~. Yaaaa-ho, I’m kind of frugal with my money, y’know, chu? I don’t have time for frivolous pur-cha-ses.”

What a blatant lie.

First Impressions || Tohru || Open

That huge school building that was built on a prime plot of real estate in the very center of the city, as if it was the center of the world itself… To think that Tohru would find herself attending such an illustrious academy! Her hard work has taken her here, so she needs to make most of her time! The benefits of attending Hope’s Peak: of course, having the cultivation of your talents subsidized by the government, having no need to waste your time with classes or homework, and, of course…!

Please, take one! Just something to keep in mind, right? You only make one first impression, so need to make of the most of it! If fine feathers make fine birds, then the best clothes can make you a phoenix! Right?

Networking!!

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“We will put everything on the line… and gamble!”

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sprites part 2!!!

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halfbodies part 1