#mizuo

Great picks! I’ll choose:

1. Gmagicard

Probaly my favourite design at the moment. I think its powers could be more interesting than just turning people into dice and stuff (I mean, come on...it’s magic), but I love it shoots cards out of its hat.

2. Chronoklok

Cool aesthetic and really powerful. The way it “speaks” in Michael’s voice is kind of creepy, I like it.

3. Cyclopee

Copying whatever it can see is a pretty great power, and it caused Myst and Glowboo to team up, which I love.

4. Mizuo

One of my favourite episodes! Love the design of it and the way it moves

5. Mastaar

Idk, I just think it’s neat :)

[TW: BLOOD]

Mizuo had always been an early riser. It was something he was proud of, always being able to get things done to give him the rest of the day to do whatever he pleased. As of late...it seemed to be less of a blessing and more like a curse. Staying in bed that morning was an option with his hands messed up, but he couldn’t get himself down and out about it!

The need for productivity would be his motivation for today! The greenhouse was in sore need of checking...

It felt like any normal morning with the building buzzing with life. 7 AM was hardly the time for anyone around here to be awake, so the little underwater world was essentially his oyster.

An odd thought occurred to him as he ascended the elevators to the 7th floor to the Greenhouse. The last time he had been here...He hadn’t seen a particular person in a while.

Mizuo took a step off the elevator and looked around the Greenhouse, something bitter, like dread or smoke, clogging up his throat and nose.

She wasn’t here… And neither were the plants he’d tried to grow, the plants that were now burning up in a scattering of fires in the Greenhouse. The seedlings had once been growing, thriving as much as they could thrive here, but now there wasn’t much besides dirt, smoke, ashes, and hungry flames. Oh — that explained where the smell of smoke came from, didn’t it?

His pulse quickened as dread twisted in his stomach. Something was wrong...so terribly wrong

He got back on the elevator, but he didn’t return to the dorms, instead he went down, down to the ninth floor. Call it paranoia, call it suspicion, call it a bad feeling, but call it correct.

The sight that greeted him when he reached the Navigation Station brought him to his knees.

In the end, Mizuo had been right. Not being right didn't always equate to a good feeling. Did he feel good about sending one last person off to their death? Certainly not. It did, however, give him a mortality check. He'd had a lot of those these last few months. Norman and Anabelle are not human...But to him they were.

Mizuo didn't speak for the duration of the trial. The yelling, the screaming, the inevitable demise... Everyone had it figured out, why have any input now? All of those bad emotions, it was all dead weight that had lifted once he realized he could go home.

Home...

The overwhelming feeling of relief. Mizuo did his best not to smile climbing into the boat. The others were still in, what seemed like, mourning. Mourning for the people who had died for the experiment they were all part of. There was no way he'd be able to forget about what had happened here. At least Rhett would rest easy...

Sitting himself down into the boat, Mizuo pulled out the notebook he had hidden in the boat a day prior and threw it out into the water. The loose paper floated into the water and the words began to bleed into the water before disintegrating and disappearing for good.

It made him feel good...

There was a newfound hope in him that he'd be able to save the one person he cared for, instead of writing his last words of love to the boy he couldn't save...

'I'm coming home, Himawari...'

There wasn’t anything he could say to make things seem better. There was always something he could do and now he wasn’t sure if he should do anything. It would only make things worse. His mouth hung open watching as Kosuke’s life came to a rather gruesome end. He couldn’t bring himself to watch as the dog got closer and instead focused his attention on Chouko, who looked to be taking this...not so well.

What would he say to her?

Kosuke and Chouko’s exchange earlier had surprised him and made him feel...[Redacted].

Gritting his teeth, Mizuo kept his gaze lowered to the sunflowers in front of him. He wondered if [Redacted] had some by [Redacted]. It’s not like it would matter anyway...

FrogBot’s words brought the Amezaiku back to reality, and Mizuo made his move to Chouko’s podium.

Dammit, dammit, dammit..!

She didn’t move of say much of anything when he grabbed for her hand, tugging her out of the trial room quickly. Mizuo had to make sure he kept his pace with hers due to the height difference. He was so frustrated with everything that had happened that Mizuo ended up picking her up and carrying her.