Goodnight.

Fumio Yasu! The mechanical engineer that was a culprit in 109 and a victim in Astral. 

Honesty being a priority here, I guess I should go ahead and clear some stuff up? Ah yes, 109. The roleplay in which I cringed at a bit.

I wasn’t really entertained with rping Yasu in 109 due to how terrible his relationship with his partner was. Sure, sure Yasu may have kept some secrets from him, but total isolation and abandonment was…well. Interesting of a reaction to say the least. 

With their differences in mind, his partner being a stuck-up perfectionist due to losing an arm, and him, the boy that simply wanted to grow up and experience the world that he couldn’t see in the past, it was difficult for me to enjoy that. Of course, Yasu got hit in the duration of this, slapped after trying to punch someone that led him to getting knocked out, often getting hit within the past, yada yada.

It was the cause of Yasu’s execution being well, centered around his previous relation with the electric engineer. Fun, isn’t it? (No way.)

It was somewhat interesting, though with their differences in play and how negative the mun of Yasu’s partner was, it was somewhat of a bumpy ride. Accusations, negativity, and simply terrible situations in OOC from rping Yasu within 109 had made me…almost throw the character away in my frustration. But nah. I apped him to Astral (okay i thought the deadline wasn’t 17 days from then). 

But then I got into Astral for some miraculous reason, and I’m honestly really glad. I got to show more of Yasu’s personality traits and little quirks than the previous roleplay, which was incredibly fun! I even got to ship with a very compatible character as Yasu, and I’m really glad. I really am.

I adore Astral so much and I just. I’m actually still sad that it’s ending and wow, another game is going to be held. I love a lot of the players within this game, and I apologize for the times that I could have been possibly annoying or anything of the sort to say the least. It’s such a wonderful time I’ve had in quite a while, and wow. I’m still in disbelief as to how I got into such a wonderful group like this.

{TEAM EFFORT}

Yasu is placed in a secluded robotics lab, having tables all around with piles and piles of materials on them, as well as the floor. His expression is as blank as a blank slate, proceeding to walk forwards, seeing how it was the only option he could take. He wasn't sure what he was going to face, but heck, he was confident that he'd enjoy it for a bit. Right?

Upon walking far enough in the robotics lab, a soft 'whirr' could be heard, the silence of the lab from before making it seem...terrifying. It was out of place, and surely, a signal for him to try and get the hell out of here if he could.

He started to try and run away in the opposite direction, only to fall down when a cold and metallic hand grabbed at his ankle, in the familiar strength he knew too well.

Already, he could feel his ankle starting to hurt a lot more than he expected as he tried to frantically get out of the hand's grip, only to feel it slowly, but surely, start to hurt too much.

A snap was enough to hear that his ankle was gone. He let out a scream at first, but then started to laugh as he laid there, feeling himself starting to be dragged. But where? 

"You're so stupid!"

Why was his voice here? He felt the hand now off of his injured ankle, only to now feel it around his neck, and slowly...pick him up from the ground. 

"You're not good at anything! You didn't tell me anything, you're so...so stupid! Don't you understand how it feels to lose an arm?! Do you?! Do you!? Answer me you piece of shit!!"

He couldn't breathe, his hands attempting to claw at the arms of...what appeared to be the robotic version of his former partner. But at last, nails don't make a mark on most metals used to make robots.

Suddenly he felt a punch being dealt to his face, knocking him down to the floor, all the air from him suddenly gone, his glasses falling off his face from the blow. He gasps for air, stunned in place as he felt the robotic version of his partner step closer and closer to him seeming to be dragging something with them.

"Why aren't you saying anything?! Speak for once!!"

Before he knew it, he was screaming out in pain, an axe now in one of his arms, tears forming up in his eyes. The pain was unbearable, exceeding past the point of enjoyment for his masochistic side. Well, there goes his arm!

He couldn't even say anything to Hirashi at this point, the pain was too much and the past being present in his eyes. Everything hurt and he'd wish that he could rewind time, back to before he killed someone. Truly this was...the feeling of regret, wasn't it?

"...M-Matsu...o...ka...?"

The axe was plucked from his arm, now raised above his partner's head.

"Just die. You're such an eyesore."

He expected for that to be the end, but it only landed in his gut area, making him continue to scream in agony as the axe was lifted up again and again from each blow in non-lethal spots. With forced out apologies leaving his mouth, he could feel himself slip away, slowly almost beginning to black out from the pain.

"...Sorry isn't going to cut it. I want you out of my life."