Kiyotaka Ishimaru [石丸清多夏] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2012-10-05 07:18 pm
forgetbeam) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-05 07:18 pm
Must be dreaming, or...
Characters: Ishimaru and YOOOOU
Setting: A couple of places.
Format: Interpretive Dance. I mean, whichever one you want.
Summary: Another dazed and confused new arrival...
Warnings: Slight concussions and probably gross sobbing at least once.
The first thing he was aware of was a pounding headache.
The second was that he couldn't move... or had he just forgotten how? Whatever the problem was, it didn't last very long, and the young man finally brought a hand to his face with a quiet groan. He could hear the sound of paper crinkling as it pressed against his forehead, but it took him a few moments to realize he was holding it.
A note...? It was important somehow, he just knew it! If only the words would stop blurring as he tried to read them... There. Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.
That... wasn't the note he was expecting, was it? No, there was something else more important. Something he'd forgotten. Of course, the note he did have was much more alarming. The world had been destroyed? When? How? What did that even mean? If he was here, there was no way the world was destroyed. That's all there was to it.
(His head was killing him...)
It wasn't until after he got out of bed that he realized that he had no idea where 'here' was. This room was nothing like his dorm at Hope's Peak Academy. Had he passed out and been brought somewhere else? He couldn't recall. All he knew was that he had to find a computer. One very specific laptop. It was... special somehow? A clue? He'd remember when he found it.
For now he stumbled around the dorm, dizzy but determined to get his bearings on his new surroundings.
---
The wisest thing would be to rest and relax until the headache was gone. Unfortunately, concussion or no, Ishimaru was kind of stubborn when he put his mind to something. He had located the trunk at the foot of his bed and dressed himself in one of the uniforms he found inside, feeling much more comfortable now that there was at least some familiarity around him.
He clutched both notes tightly in his hand as he roamed the halls, hoping that somehow... someone would reveal that this was all a prank. Or that he was dreaming. Or, at the very least, that he could find the special thing he was looking for and remember why it felt so urgent in the first place.
---
At some point, Ishimaru realized how hungry he was. Like he hadn't eaten in days. He'd been able to locate the cafeteria, and as bland and unappealing as the porridge he'd been given was, he was more than happy to fill his belly with anything. At least the hunger meant he was still alive and that this was all real, right?
The headache should have been enough proof in the first place. It almost made him too nauseous to eat, except his hunger won out in the end.
Setting: A couple of places.
Format: Interpretive Dance. I mean, whichever one you want.
Summary: Another dazed and confused new arrival...
Warnings: Slight concussions and probably gross sobbing at least once.
The first thing he was aware of was a pounding headache.
The second was that he couldn't move... or had he just forgotten how? Whatever the problem was, it didn't last very long, and the young man finally brought a hand to his face with a quiet groan. He could hear the sound of paper crinkling as it pressed against his forehead, but it took him a few moments to realize he was holding it.
A note...? It was important somehow, he just knew it! If only the words would stop blurring as he tried to read them... There. Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.
That... wasn't the note he was expecting, was it? No, there was something else more important. Something he'd forgotten. Of course, the note he did have was much more alarming. The world had been destroyed? When? How? What did that even mean? If he was here, there was no way the world was destroyed. That's all there was to it.
(His head was killing him...)
It wasn't until after he got out of bed that he realized that he had no idea where 'here' was. This room was nothing like his dorm at Hope's Peak Academy. Had he passed out and been brought somewhere else? He couldn't recall. All he knew was that he had to find a computer. One very specific laptop. It was... special somehow? A clue? He'd remember when he found it.
For now he stumbled around the dorm, dizzy but determined to get his bearings on his new surroundings.
---
The wisest thing would be to rest and relax until the headache was gone. Unfortunately, concussion or no, Ishimaru was kind of stubborn when he put his mind to something. He had located the trunk at the foot of his bed and dressed himself in one of the uniforms he found inside, feeling much more comfortable now that there was at least some familiarity around him.
He clutched both notes tightly in his hand as he roamed the halls, hoping that somehow... someone would reveal that this was all a prank. Or that he was dreaming. Or, at the very least, that he could find the special thing he was looking for and remember why it felt so urgent in the first place.
---
At some point, Ishimaru realized how hungry he was. Like he hadn't eaten in days. He'd been able to locate the cafeteria, and as bland and unappealing as the porridge he'd been given was, he was more than happy to fill his belly with anything. At least the hunger meant he was still alive and that this was all real, right?
The headache should have been enough proof in the first place. It almost made him too nauseous to eat, except his hunger won out in the end.
it's a good start, but you need to put more feeling in them-- don't treat them like they're your mom
Brother?! You have a brother here?
Who goes around hitting their mom with a baseball bat?!
[Wow, Ishimaru... Sensitive to the situation as always.]
You see, I am referring to Oowada-kun! He and I... spent a hot, steamy night together, fueled by hot-blooded passion! Since then, our bond transcends that of mere friendship!!
[HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE'S IMPLYING...]
As a man, I'm sure you understand it...
welp//not here// maybe? IDEK
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1 / idk man ollies into the sun
i'll just say when i'm done okay i can't
So he was momentarily distracted by the mention of balls (the execution kind, not the latter kind) but then the latter kind suddenly got into play here too. It actually takes a few moments to reach his brain, hence why he just stopped halfway into his tirade.. ]
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hot.... steamy..... ]
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Sure, there was dudes sniffing dudes and then something which - he's fairly sure - was something along the lines of dudes hitting on dudes but.. this is...
DUDES HAVING HOT, STEAMY NIGHT WITH DUDES?! ]
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there's no other way to describe this very horror to him. ]
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But nope, he's too far gone. His brain has officially broken at the thought of those two getting it on together. He's fairly sure he can never erase this image from his mind ever again. He'll need trauma therapy.
Just.. nope, ollies into the sun, thank you, bye, just bring out the balls again THAT WAS BETTER THAN THIS. ]
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okay i'll stop murdering your inbox i'm sorry
[ He can't even words right now. He's like a frozen statue, pretty much, those words just.. barely manage to get out...
Congratulations, Ishimaru, you've officially broken him. ]
I wonder if we have to hold a trial for my inbox...
Is something wrong?
welp, time for my shsl commentspammer execution
As-is, he's actually taking a step backwards, as if he doesn't even want to be near the other guy.. ]
Y-.. you're asking me what's wrong..?! Shit, what isn't wrong about something like that?!
Your punishment: buried alive in tags
I can't think of anything that is wrong with it... I'm really surprised, Kuwata-kun! I would have thought you'd had at least one such relationship!
but this already happens to me daily...!!! 1 / 2 again MAYBE MORE
I would have thought you'd had at least one such relationship...
It's like it's echoing in his head over and over like some bad horror movie. ]
okay yes just 2 / 2 you live another day
I.. I like chicks! I'd only have that kind of relationship with those, else it'd be.. weird as shit!!
EDITS THIS TO MAKE IT WORSE
I see... so you're that kind of person...!
[WHAT KIND OF PERSON...]
I have to say I'm a little disappointed! I was looking forward to spending some quality time getting to know you better, Kuwata-kun, but if you would prefer to surround yourself with women...
i hate you a little more each day (and by hate i mean love since i'm tsundere)
I-.. is Ishimaru.. hitting on him..? Or was hitting on him..?! He's turning so pale, he just can't do this anymore. This is his worst nightmare coming to life here. Fine, tower, you win. YOU WIN. Now just take him away from heeeereeee... ]
Just go get your fucking quality time with Oowada already! I mean, this is-- .. this-..
[ ... ]
Argh, retardedretardedretardedretardedretardedretarded!!
[ congratulations, ishimaru, i don't even know if he's broken for better or worse compared to just before. ]
Nobody out-tsuns me >:|
bondagebonding time?! This poor lost soul!More importantly, he's just being needlessly rude. Time for Ishimaru to put his foot down.]
I don't know what has you so riled up, but you need to keep a better control of your temper! What if your yelling attracts something dangerous?!
[Never mind that Ishimaru's matching his volume.]
I-IT'S NOT LIKE I WANTED TO OUT-TSUN YOU OR ANYTHING
Just stop it with your fucking stories about what you and Oowada do!
[ do you get it, fucking? since he thinks Mondo and Ishimaru-- okay, no, it's a bad pun and i apologize. ]
B...BAKA... /PUNCHES YOU INTO SPACE
[Wait, what's that sinister buzzing noise...
It's...
A SWARM OF BULLFAIRIES. It's headed this way! Drr...drr.. wait no. Anyway, even if they're harmless, Ishimaru doesn't know that.]
What... is that?!
TEAM BALLS IS BLASTING OFF AGAAAAIIIN..
But then again, Mondo would probably murder him for that.
Especially if they're apparently buttbuddies as well now.
So he just sticks to the honest answer. ]
I don't know what those things are, but they're harmless. Just some.. weird flying things.
*Distant sparkle*
Are you positive that they're harmless?
[He's still on guard, but he'd feel bad about punching some innocent animal out of the air if it wasn't necessary. Bzzz bzzz the swarm passes right on by. Slooowly. Bumping right into him here and there.]
...I had been expecting something worse, from the way the creatures here have been described...
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