#perfectminus

Even though he always called himself ‘The Supreme Leader of Evil’, Kokichi was no villain. Not really, he may did know how to act like one, but true vile outcomes never are his genuine intentions. However, that didn’t stop him to pretend to be one, since it is one of his main jobs to act like one. Hiding is identity was part of his Ultimate Talent, and even though he did already have his doubts if that ever was the real deal to begin with, he doesn’t really have much left, so he’d keep acting like that.

When grabbing a drink once he entered that so called villain longue, he saw masks for sale... Well, if that didn’t take him back. None of these were as unique as his old pierot mask that belonged to him back in the day though, and he wasn’t trying to hide his face here right niw either, which was why he didn’t feel the need to buy one.

Now it was time to tease some people here though. The liar doubted he’d make any friends here, most people here were probably murderers or genuine vile people. Though fear wasn’t really anything he felt all too often. 

He was just walking down the street and suddenly he’s flying forward and right into a pile of trash cans. They clatter and clang to the side, spilling their contents around him.

“Ah,” he says, when his head clears enough to sit up. “How unlucky.” He picks a banana peel off his head and looks around for what caused him to trip this time. His shoes are tied, and he can’t see anything abnormal about the road. Maybe he just tripped over his own feet. Such clumsiness might be cute if he were the protagonist of some romance, maybe, but that wasn’t what he was. (Maybe that’s why he’d wanted so badly to be the hero. Not to matter, not to make hope shine, just so everything ugly about him might come off as charming or quirky.)

He stares forward, and right through what had actually caused him to trip, even when it starts moving and shifting, like he doesn’t see the thing, the person, at all. He tries to stand up, only to step back on the banana peel he’d just thrown off his head and fall back down again.

He just sort of sits there, massaging the wrist of the hand he’d used to catch the fall, right in the middle of a pile of garbage, as if he were perfectly at home there. “Well,” he says to himself, quietly, “trash really can’t complain if it ends up in the garbage…”

He still doesn’t really even notice until the view from his seat in the trash is suddenly (as far as he’s noticed) obscured by a shadow. A very dark one at that.

dropped!

[For the next five asks, Ouma cannot tell a lie.] 1/5

“Aren’t you curious about that?” He remembered the small talk he had with the other, while also bragging about his ‘revil organization’… Dang, now that he wasn’t able to tell a lie, there was no way he could continue that little story, was there now? However, it was a question that still gave him a lot of freedom as well. 

        “you really have so much disregard for your own life, huh? why would you allow them to beat you up like that?” maybe it was bad of him to stand there and watch instead of stopping it but from afar, it looked like he had it all under control. he wasn’t much of a fighter anyways, usually he’d be the one getting punched or even headbutted. not to mention, alleyways are bound to give you all sorts of trouble, like he would even go near here on a regular basis because he was only just simply lost. hope the other wasn’t going to be bad that he didn’t stop the situation but it had seemed to have stopped for the time being. “hope you aren’t disappointed. i’d rather keep my pretty face from getting punched and ruined by idiotic delinquents.” how embarrassing would that be?

   Walking around the Mermaid Cove Mall seemed to fit Rise-- All the different types of fashion and accessories certainly caught the idol’s attention. She couldn’t really buy much given she was new and all, though.. For now, she’d have to resort to window shopping. Still, all the walking around could make anyone hungry. As she neared the food court, she couldn’t help and notice one of the food places seemed to be burning their food. At least, that’s what it smelled like to Rise.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Kumagawa!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 242.

You will be able to undo minor wounds up to five times daily and will receive one of those swaggy inflatable screw squeaky toys!