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Who: Nagito Komaeda & anyone who hits me up
What: June catch-all
When: 06/01 onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA

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This post is a place for all of Komaeda's closed threads, starters, and miscellany through the month. If you want to set something up, I can be reached by PM or at sakasaki

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6/5 — contrarily

[commences]

( they're located in the home ec room, and there's a specific baby in their grasp which was taken away from hinata mid-yell, which komaeda should have expected considering his mood as of late. luckily, rika was successfully able to snatch the child, and it now lays on the home ec table in its baby form — lifeless, and floured. it looks like what he'd expect out of a makeshift child, and he's even gone as far as to put googly eyes on it to give it a more livelier form. )

Tomorrow's the day...

( he pulls out a baking pan, setting it down on the table next to the baby so that rika can check if the size will be enough. )

I'm really glad Hinata-kun was willing to give us a baby, I doubt he can be a good mother in that state...

( he crosses his right arm before his chest, and uses his left to hold it up properly. )

[contrarily]

( that was... awkward to witness. she feels like she's seen a lover's quarrel, or something she just wasn't supposed to be a part of? but, still, while hinata was wailing on komaeda, she snatched the baby and ran all the way back to home ec room, where they are now.

... sorry, hinata. sacrifices must have been made for this. )

"Willing" is kind of an exaggeration, you know... ( maybe hinata needed the comfort of the flour to get through these rough times?

they'll never know, because this baby sure is about to die, as she peeks at the baking pan and nods. )

... um... you okay? He looked pretty angry back there —

[commences]

( there's a bit of sheepish laughter as he reflects back on hinata's recent outburst, and while that was something he should have expected... he should be more wary around him. having woke up to his feelings, and to see how far they've been carrying on is quite the unfortunate stroke of luck that he's been given, but he doesn't let it keep him down. )

He's not him when he's hungry...

( when he thinks about it, their conversation revolved around the information komaeda gained from the final dead room, and the funhouse was an area where they were meant to starve. it's an honest reply, actually. )

If you want, we can cut him off a piece of the cake so that he's back to normal...

( that means she'll have to take it to him, actually. he wastes no time in returning back to normal, smiling happily as if this is just another, regular day. ) Or he can starve, but that's up to you!

[contrarily]

( cutting him a piece of rokkun's cake?

...................................................... hmm... maybe... if rokkun doesn't eat all of it... but we'll see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )

It's not my cake, so it's not up to me. I guess if Rocchi says it's fine, we can do it, though.

( she shrugs. she doesn't really know much about hinata, nor why he's being... the way he's being right now, so it's not as if it's her problem. sounds more like komaeda's issue, if anything. )

What, you scared he's gonna go off on you again, if you bring it to him yourself? ( she grabs a large bowl and places it on the countertop, giving komaeda a Stare. ) I'm making the batter, so don't even think about putting anything weird in, got it?

[commences]

( actually komaeda doesn't mind if he's yelled at again, it's not even the display of anger that's throwing him off. it's the reason behind it, a couple of days ago where they laid side by side, and of all things to wake up to it was... pain, confusion, and disappointment mixed together all into one. that's what he heard in his voice, and all because he found out that he's a no-good reserve course student.

though, the feelings that he's going through could possibly be avoided if komaeda would just say something. )

...Ah, you can say no, I understand you want to spend time around Rokkun!

( listen, he gets it, and he's not going to take that from her considering how close she's gotten with him. )

It is going to be his special day, after all.

( he doesn't even know if that's the truth or not, and if he got it wrong then... it's the thought that counts. ) ...And if this is your first year celebrating it with him, you don't want to miss it.

[contrarily]

Cutting him a piece of cake isn't gonna make me miss anything, idiot. But if Rocchi wants to eat all of it, then I won't say no, either!

( in the end... this is a cake for his birthday. they can make a separate one for hinata, if anything, though... that means they'll need to steal yet another flour sack. who would be an easy target?

well, anyway, she picks out another baking pan and then takes the eggs, milk and flour to begin making the batter. )

... ( right, first year. apparently rokkun and komaeda have known each other before this, but... realistically speaking, it's just fake memories planted in rokkun's head, and not something that actually happened.

she doesn't like thinking about that, though. it reminds her of her own, fuzzy memories. )

Hmm... don't even know how old he's becoming. Like, probably 18, right?

[commences]

He's a third year, after all.

( a native to this school, right? so his age would properly correspond with his grade unlike everyone else here, but there are a few who are lucky. if anyone is lucky, it should be him, right, so he can graduate, and finally be freed of thus place. that's all he ever chants, and what he's excited about obtaining. )

Older men aren't bad, they tend to have a lot of wisdom.

( just in general, but he wonders if that's a reference to the candles that sit atop of the cake. he walks over to cupboards, opening the door to see if there's anything related to them inside anddddd nothing —

he does find a few different flavors of icing: chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, cinnamon, and the like. how convenient! he turns one in his hand, reading the back of the directions for random desserts. you know, just for next time. )

I'm happy for him. ( despite not really knowing him, and he can't even be sure considering the circumstances they're in. ) ...That he can have something like this.

6/8 — crystallomancy

[commences]

( the wish slip that komaeda took that day: a date after-school, when it's raining.

natsume is pretty normal, isn't he? these sorts of fantasies are normally meant for highschool children, but it's not like komaeda's even been given the luxury of it. instead, he lived his life how he wanted, but that's limited with some of the people here, and he guesses this is them trying to adjust. it's pretty disgusting, as he thinks about it, and makes him think that he should work harder so that they can focus on the goal of escaping this hell. that's what natsume called it when komaeda was holding him.

he can't really make it happen considering their circumstances, or that's what he thought when ball monokuma comes recklessly down the hall at full speed, attacking one of the students into the wall. afraid like a sim, they get up in terror, their back against the surface as they watch the creature now unfold from it's form, and stands on feet with arms outstretched. it's a familiar scene, and one that komaeda watches as he remembers the days where the sight of that didn't phase him. even now, he doesn't really care, almost like a trip down memory lane. in the student's escape to get out, he notices how the ball monokuma goes back into its spherical form, and starts chasing after the npc. it bounces all of the walls, and then off the ground until it hits one of the sprinklers above —

and then...

one, by one... it happens. water begins to rain down, pink, but still raining regardless, and it's almost pouring where he is as it begins to cover the floor. )

...Good enough.

( he says, now he's off to find where natsume may be residing so he can finally complete his wish. )

[crystallomancy]

( good question, where is he—

he just happens to be on the third floor, standing by the stairwell but facing out, like he's keeping a lookout for something. someone. neither of which are komaeda, so when he hears someone coming up he steps off the wall (because he's not waiting for anyone or anything or even thinking about that actually), and turns on his heel to see who it is-

his mouth twists into a pretty little frown as soon as he sees it's komaeda, and he crosses his arms. )

What do you WANT.

[commences]

You.

( how many times will his luck look out for him? having stumbled upon natsume is a gift, considering that's what the ultimate wants to give back to him. with a smile, he lifts his prosthetic hand with a wave, and curls his fingers to beckon the other over to follow him. he knows that the sprinklers will continue going off until they're fixed, so he can wait all day even if the other wants to play hard to get. that's how much people act when they have a date anyway. )

We can have our date today, it's already after school.

( he's pulling out the wish slips from before, and holds it out to natsume just in case he had forgotten. )

I didn't want you to be late... especially if you're excited for something so mundane.

[crystallomancy]

( ugh.

the frown stays, his gaze dropping to the wish briefly before it jumps back up to meet komaeda's. the date— he had been hoping komaeda would've just forgotten it, but of course he wouldn't. he turns to look back down the hall one more time, mouth parting to say something before it shuts again, and he turns fully to the other. )

I don't hear any RAIN. ( plainly, but followed up with: ) What did you DO.

[commences]

We're not close enough.

( why do they need to be in the vicinity of rain, well, there are moments where one side of the area rains, and the other side doesn't. this could be the same coincidence, but nothing would ever go that smoothly for komaeda. hm, he could tell natsume about the night where all he heard was a raging storm — yes, at night — but he doubts that would help his story at the moment. besides, it's not the dead of night past twelve, it's a little past six, and the perfect timeframe for natsume's date. )

You're coming with me... you'll see.

( he'll extend his hand, wondering if natsume will take it... like a princess. it's okay, hinata is just as judgemental, so komaeda's used to this. )

[crystallomancy]

( no he's not going to take it; he doesn't like being treated like a girl, even in jest. he is going to sigh and flick the longer part of his hair though, like he's over this already. )

Then lead the WAY, Komaeda-san.

6/20 — radnarok

[commences]

( need a little murder during hope class, which is during club hours, and yes they're going to meet in classroom 1-D because that's both komaeda's homeroom, and crona can open the window if they want. or is able to, komaeda hasn't learned the technicalities of that yet. now, he's got a piece of chalk in his hands as he proceeds to write on the board in his blocky handwriting like so. first he writes a few names of the ultimates that are already in the school —

Akamatsu Kaede
Amami Rantarou
Fujisaki Chihiro
Ishimaru Kiyotaka
Nanami Chiaki
Ouma Kokichi
Saihara Shuichi
Tanaka Gundham

he points at the first name, nanami, and he looks towards crona with a smile on his face — )

Each one of these individuals have hope stored within them, some are stronger than others, but together their blinding radiance will guide us to a hopeful future.

( as he speaks, he chuckles in adoration, his fingers rubbing against their names like he would do a lover until... it smears, a few of their names becoming lost in the white dust. once he realizes what he's done, he jumps in a bit of shock as he quickly goes to fix them back. he rewrites over three names, a little harder than before, but enough so that it's easily readable for crona. he takes a step away from the board to pick up a slip of paper from the desk, and he slowly makes his way over to their desk to sit it down in front of them. )

If you could travel back in time three years, what advice would you give yourself?
What type of person is Nanami Chiaki?
Who has the strongest hope?
10 + 10 and 11 + 11 equals the same number? True or false.
What type of Ultimate is Amami Rantarou?
The person in front of you is in desperate need of help. But it is not your job to save them. You view this person as a victim, but if you was to SEE WHAT I SEE, beneath the mask is a criminal undeserving of the life he leads. Your obsession tells you to save the victim. I tell you to walk away. What type of person do you think Saihara Shuichi is?
If you could make one rule that everyone in the world had to follow, what rule would you make? Why?
With Ishimaru Kiyotaka being the first hope you viewed, how much respect do you have for him now?
Have you asked Tanaka Gundham what the animal of the day is?

BONUS: What Ultimate is on your mind?

Gorgon-san, as you know... this is test day, so I hope you've been keeping an eye on our fellow Ultimates this entire time.

[radnarok]

[Crona has indeed opened a window, and was half dozing by it as Komeada ran around writing up names, half of one dark grey open to keep an eye on him while the rest of them enjoyed what little fresh air you could get in Yogen. Not that Crona would ever be ungreatful for any amount of light and space. They know what being in a dark room alone is like, and its hard to deal with.

Once again, its a bit weird Komeada doesn't include himself on the list. Nanami had said he was part of the class...with his own scary sort of luck power. Maybe luck stuff will get its own class later. ]

U-um....You can just call me Crona? Gorgon is Lady Medusas name and I don't really use it. [ They smile a bit as they fiddle with the paper. Komeada your handwriting straight up looks like a font, but that means its pretty easy for Crona to read it. They blink a few times owlishly as the read it, and the rest of Komeada's words become clear before they wave their hands, slightly flustered. ]

Ah er. I mean, Sorry! Do I just...write it down? Or do you want me to tell you what I think? [This is their first test ever! ]

[commences]

( well, that's a little embarrassing, is that not their name, can lady medusa not share their last name with crona? he'll clear his throat, a hand raising to the back of his head as he runs fingers through white locks, chuckling sheepishly as he tilts his head towards an apology. with his hand dropping down by his side, he walks towards the teacher's desk, crossing one leg over the other, and his hands rest in his lap as he watches the other. )

...Isn't that too personal?

( he asks, tilting his head to the side, it's easy to see that he doesn't use first names so easily like nanami does, but that's because he doesn't try to form attachments with others. he likes to see bonds with others, but he knows better than to do something he shouldn't have. he doesn't find crona as the smartest person in the world, yet they seem to be learning as well, and that must be hard without their one friend here. so far, they appear to be doing pretty good. )

Speak aloud!

( that's actually fun, he thinks, having crona read it to him, and then answer them accordingly will be like the classes they already take. komaeda slides off the desk, looking for a sheet of paper, and grabbing his own pen before settling back into place. )

Then we can go over them one by one, and I'll grade you at the end. ( he sounds excited about this, but aren't all teachers? ) So the first question?

[radnarok]

Um. [ They tilt their head right back at him. Copy copy, they're quite the little mimic.] Crona is just what everyone calls me. I don't think I can deal with more then one name. I might get confused when my brain gets scrambled. [ Like an egg. Crona is not particularly more attached to their name then they are to their hair or their blood or anything else. Lady Medusa picked it out for her weapon, so there it was. Crona Gorgon is a name for legal documents. "Crona" is a command to come when called.

They lean back in their chair, blinking as they stare down at the paper.]

Three years ago I'd still be with Lady Medusa. [ They mumble. The thought makes their hands tighten into their skirt. ] And I wouldn't know Maka yet...

[ Its actually a difficult one. Really hard to deal with. If they asked themselves to run away and find Maka, she wouldn't know them. If they told themselves to work harder at training so they could meet her, then maybe they'd just be to strong for her to beat them up right. They always really get how things came to be the way they are, but they wouldn't want to mess it up.] ...I'd say, "Don't be afraid of girls!"

[commences]

( that's interesting, he thinks, writing that down as he learns crona preferred naming regimen — this must mean they're no good at nicknames, so komaeda sighs softly as he makes note of that as well. it makes sense considering crona's nature, despite them complaining a lot, they sure are straight forward in what they can do, and can't do. it's shows their incompetence, but komaeda doesn't truly believe that they're useless. besides, all it takes is someone's hope to make them become someone —

hence why they're having this class to begin with, to also learn of crona's hope, and the hope that they see in others. )

You mention those two a lot... Lady Medusa, Maka-san, what makes one better than the other?

( perhaps they mean the same to crona, and now that he thinks about it, does crona understand the connections that they share with those two. or rather, do they go with the flow as long as it's nothing too out the way. they do act upon things in a simple manner, which komaeda also tends to make a mental note of to understand their behavior. well, he's invested in the information until crona answers question number one, and komaeda stares, pauses, and laughs to show his amusement. )

If you ever meet Hinata-kun, and Yeon-kun, do make sure to tell them! They bully girls so much, I'm starting to worry.

[radnarok]

I don't get what you're asking. [ Why does that question make them feel so disquieted? ] Lady Medusa is my mother. She raised me. That was... [They actually have to swallow. ] Maka is my friend and I don't worry much when I'm around her. Doesn't that make them different?

[ They get what people mean to them, even if the terms they have are simple and jagged at the edges. But just, its not worth thinking about. Thinking is pretty hard to deal with! So they shake their head and give Komeada a hesitant smile. ]

Hinata and Yeon. Okay, I can try! [ They look down. ] Oh! The next question is about Nanami! That's easy. She's a nice person!

6/21 — samuraiwomen

[commences]

( he's acquired both an arm (which is in a black bag next to him) and a finger (in his pocket) from izumi, and he had already told ouma that he would be slipping him a gift into his locker. once komaeda's able to stand before locker 133, and he knows he was told not to touch it at all with his gross hands. he looks down at his fingers that really haven't been washed in awhile, and so he can understand ouma's reservations about komaeda touching anything. most people would find this hard, but for him, he knows the easier solution, and that would be having someone use use their hands.

as long as it's not his own, it should be fine, he's not comfortable with the talentless doing the same, but he believes that if he suggests gloves then... that should be fine. it's almost like right on cue that someone walks by — i'm banking on the fact that sara's locker is like a few numbers down, but she'll catch the sight of someone reaching out with one hand like trying to call her over. )

Excuse me. ( he calls out to her, hoping to grab her attention if a wave of his hand doesn't do the job. ) May I have your assistance, I won't take up too much of your time...

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[samuraiwomen]

[ Sara was on her way to go throw more books at Noah, but she looks up politely when Komeada reaches a hand out. There is...no way she doesn't recognize this as the guy who was out in the courtyard a few days ago...

Sara's pretty sure she knows exactly what kind of person Komeada is. She figured it in the courtyard, and she figures it now. His eyes are...almost identical to Midori's, down to the color. Something about that disquieting cheer sets her teeth on edge, even though she's perfectly aware Komeada has never done anything to her. Even now, he's being perfectly polite, but Sara takes a single practiced step back, narrowing her eyes.

People like this...are the last kind of person she wants to even know her name. She'd be fine if she just avoided him, wouldn't she?

...But thats cruel, and its making assumptions, isn't it? Everyone had reasons for what they did, and Sara couldn't be the first to judge. She wouldn't be that person. If someone needs help, she just had to choose to trust they meant it. She soothes her expression, and walks towards Komeada with a polite incline of her head. ]

Of course. I'm in no rush, Komeada-san. What do you need help with?

when will you make it an icon on sara

[commences]

( innocence is what dwells in those eyes of his, asking to be trusted, but they see through sara without actually seeing her — he's far too gone between those with talent, and without it. her existence isn't as important as others, but he keeps in mind that she too has a hope that can flourish like everyone else's. as she comes over, he watches the expression on her face soften, and that's more than enough for komaeda to tell she isn't too keen about something. it couldn't be because of the locker he's at, who wouldn't like an ultimate of ouma's caliber?

he takes a step back, pressing his hands together gently as he nods his head at her, and then looks towards the locker. )

Being around me must make you uncomfortable, huh?

( he says this unprovoked, curious as his eyes looks down towards the bag on the ground, and then back to the locker. he proceeds to dig in his pocket, thumbing through his weapons, accessories, and then the tips of his fingers brush along the skin of the finger he's carrying. doesn't the skin get all flaky and hard, well it's cool to the touch, and komaeda sighs softly before returning a gentle gaze towards sara. )

I'm sorry, for that... but if you could push open this locker's little door, I need to slip something in.

[samuraiwomen]

[ Donate to my "buy more icons" fund today to unlock this icon. ]

[ His lack of interest, the sense that he's not looking at her, they're not that hard to pick up on. Sara actually finds that more comforting then weird. She hated the sense of being stared at in the killing game, like a prized calf or an especially precocious child. Komeada's disinterest suits her just fine. Maybe they can work together if he's got other people in his sights. Or is she being too negative? She can't just assume things from a bad vibe! He could just be a guy with creepy eyes! ]

I'm sorry. [ She's not denying it... ] I don't mean to be rude, Komeada-san.

You can't do that yourself? [ So much for apologizing for being rude. She reaches over to try and grab it. I'm not sure if Komeada unlocked it already, but she's just going to pull on it anyway. ]

[commences]

It's fine, I wouldn't have it any other way.

( with her assistance, he waits for the hatch to be open, and once it is, komaeda digs into his pocket as he pulls out a finger that he cut off awhile ago. half the bone is sticking out, and that beautiful skin of izumi's turned pale from how long it's been separated from the body — lack of blood flow, but a pretty near heirloom if anyone wants to keep something from their yogen investigation. aside from that, he's looking it over, kneeling down so he can peek into the hole of the locker, and he pushes it inside with a thump. )

Ouma-kun said he didn't want something gross as me touching his locker, so I had to find an alternative.

( as someone with weak hope, the least she can do is be used to do mundane things like opening doors for ultimates or something. ) Happy Birthday. ( he brings his hands together in a little prayer as he looks towards sara, waiting for her to do the same. ) Give your wishes.

end of 3-1B spoilers~

[samuraiwomen]

You wouldn't?

[ She turns after flipping the hatch to face him, frowning slightly at the strangeness of the request. Its just enough time to see the finger in his grasp, but not long enough that her hands can move fast enough to snatch it before Komeada plops it in. Her hands clasp over empty space as he kneels down suddenly, and she's left standing unsteadily above him, staring down in shock. ]

Was that a finger? [ It's not a question. Right now his face...its pretty close to the ground. She could kick him. She really wants to. Komeada isn't a doll, he if she hit him, he'd bleed, but hadn't she killed Midori just the same? ]

Disgusting! Why do you have something like that? [ Why is he looking at her expectantly. ] Is this some sort of cruel prank?