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Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

"It is relaxing, especially when it is so nice and sunny out." The girl replied

Ueda was caught off guard for only a moment, he would of guessed her to be the type that would of not even talked to the strange boy that came up to her to begin talking about the weather. But instead here she was, and so for a moment if only just he felt a pang of guilt for doing, the same thing he had chastised Hideo for moments earlier. Ironically enough judging the same girl, before he had given her a chance. He politely listened to her as she spoke, but Hideo was not lying about one thing. Ueda, admired her ability to present herself with an aura of peace and stature around herself. To him it was an odd mixture as if somebody had taken the Buddha and the Emperor and swapped out a Y chromosome for an X. Even as the wind picked up for a moment, and her hair caught the wind, in the same way that the sail of a ship would. Even in that moment it seemed as if, she was not being effected by nature but the wind itself was being moved by her. In many ways it was the complete opposite, the antithesis to himself. He was the one caught in in the tornado and desperately trying to flap his arms to stay in the air.

"I apologize, but I am quiet the person who worries, I am not sitting in a burdensome spot, am I? Perhaps this is your seat? Shall I move?" She asked him

At this the boy with the cane, give a small smile and let out a deep audible laugh. A laugh that was different the one he used at the lunch table with the loose association of people that he could call his friends. It was instead filled with an odd warmth, that had been absent from Ueda's regular dry sarcastic tone which he used to deliver his tidbits of wisdom to the masses that inevitably came to seek him whether he wanted them to or not. He shook his head as he looked up at the pale blue sky above, the same color as a television set that had no reception. He was trapped in his own thoughts as he wandered about in the maze of his own memories, the last time he actually laughed, was when she. But quickly the labyrinthine walls of his own mind shut him out in self defense, to prevent old memories to take hold, it was just best if he forgot.

"No, not at all! I own that spot as much as the flying birds own the sky, and the ants own the grass." He explained to her in a lackadaisical tone, his thoughts still on a place far away from the present. The sound of the rain hitting hard against the ground, the wind howling and tearing through his throwing him back keeping him away. The lights pouring down from seemingly every angle, as if the heavens were casting their judgement down upon him. The blood sticking to his white shirt as he tried to move, somewhere in the distance ahead, a flickering light illuminating the handle of the cane. Though the only audible sound was his own guttural scream, as the wor-

He shook his head, that door was sealed he had stepped through that arch long ago. His thoughts came back into coherent shapes and ideas, as he came to the conclusion that he was still standing next to Ms. Mizukimura and he had not spoken anything for a very long moment indeed. "Nah your not a blind person that worries, your a person that worries." Ueda stressed the importance of those words, words that students at Yamaku learn very well

"That is okay because, well worrying, is nothing to apologize about really it is a natural human process, that even I'm guilty of from time to time. But I can give some advise on worrying as I see it. In the end its all pretty hopeless, we all have one end destination. So why not instead of worrying, take the punches as they come and free up your time to experience life as it exists in the moment, enjoy the sunshine and the breeze and conversation with strangers. Because that tomorrow may just not come." Ueda continued to explain, as he watched a small red ladybird land upon his hands perched atop the handle of his cane.

"Ah, but that is a bit morbid and depressing isn't it? So I guess there is no real good answer to worrying is there? Whether you worry to your panicking hearts content or not is just a matter of preference. Finally the mystery of life solved by random strangers that go talk to other random strangers on a whim." He declared as his own mind was doing its best to wrap itself around the oddity of the situation it had been thrust into.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

UnendingEmpire said
It'd be kinda nice if there were an Akira end, though >.>Oh well, I seem to be on the right track this time, so I guess it won't be bothering me much longer :)

But remember no matter what ending you are aiming for. No matter what happens.

Kenji is the best girl, every time no contest.

TimasheTiger said
Hopefully my post will live up to the standards of everyone else's posts.

Oh, don't worry if it doesn't we will make sure that they will be able to recover your body from an easy accessible ditch on the side of the highway.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch.
Orson Welles

Lunch, what would one do without the set time that was lunch. For most people it was a reprieve to rejuvenate and recollect oneself during the midst of a long day. With as early as the 1580s, fields men, and those working since before even the birds had awoken would take a small meal to keep one's self able to perform the labor required to run a household and acquire substance for life. Ueda himself preferred to compare himself to one one of those urban factory workers of the 19th century, that were the first to venture forth in the grand journey that would one day become the modern lunch that we know it. One small thing that humanity has to thank for the industrial complex for its creation. Some might say that the foundation of lunch may even outweigh the negatives. For global warming, the abuse of human beings, nuclear proliferation, and the general progress towards the end of life on earth was all worth it for the creation of the time that would been known as Lunch. For where would humanity be without Lunch?

Ueda did not know the answer to this question, nor did he seem worth it to invest the time into creation one of many possible doomsday scenarios surrounding it. For instead he preferred to focus on the things that were clearly known to the world and not hidden behind the smoke and hazy possibility of "What Ifs". And what he knew was that lunch was a sacred time to not be tainted by deep thought, and thinking beyond what was barely needed to survive. It was a students time, to escape from the overbearing pressure of trying to be perfect in every class, to just pass the class, or to just awake during what seemed like an endless amount of useless exposition. And so he left room 3-04 with no more thoughts of angular velocity or the political structure of the Kamakura period. Instead his thoughts drifted mainly to anything else really. Though nothing in particular for the most part, giving small bits of attention to any thought that drifted into his mind, but not with the length required for a lasting psychological or thought provoking impact.

He sat down at table with the simple katsu-sando, he had acquired from the ravenous war zone of scavengers, ne'er-do-wells, and casualties of war one would expect from the lunch line. He was dragged along to sit a table, of a loose association of ladies and gentlemen that Mr. Nobuyuki could venture as far as calling them friends For friends were something, Ueda had no trouble of gathering it seemed. He could think of why, really for he never went out of his way to try and be friends. But people found him friendly and helpful, "Not an ass" was a favorite. So he sat at the table and followed social cues and norms, when it was applicable to do so, as if also following a script that was tiring and bland. He laughed when he should of laughed, smiled, and even added in his own thoughts as his friends talking about the new year, and ideas in a jumble of excitement and life. Though he was dragged back into active discussion when one of his friends Hideo tapped him on his shoulder as he looked off in the distance looking contemplating nothing much.

"Hey Nobuyuki-senpai, look outside the window." Ueda titled his head puzzled for a moment before nodding and looking out towards the nearest window. Outside he saw a girl, a face that seemed unfamiliar to him. She was sitting under a tree all by herself, sitting proper looking comparable to a pristine Renaissance statue in terms of form and general presentation of one's self.

"Yes, there is a girl sitting outside eating lunch. Is there anything special about it? Does she secretly murder small children or something?" He asked Hiedo

"Her name is Mizukimura Tomohina."

"Mizukimura.... you don't mean. Mizukimura... like the CEO?" Ueda asked remember seeing the name on the The Asahi Shimbun."

"Exactly! Apparently Hideo is in her class, and she acts like the perfect image of a 19th century Yamato Nadeshiko. It just seems so odd."

"Well... I don't know, people choose how to represent themselves it is not like you get to tell me, to not walk with a cane and just let my legs collapse." Ueda responded.

"Sure, whatever but imagine the money that is backing behind her. Imagine her house and her life...." But by this point Ueda was not listening he was thinking to himself as he looked out the window. And before he knew it, or was able to actually accept it his brain had already made a decision.

"I'm going to go talk to her." He declared as he began to stand.

"What?! Dude you can't just go over there and go talk to her." Hideo said shaking his head, putting a hand to his shoulder gently to try and prevent him from moving.

"And why do you say this, my friend?" Ueda asked raising an eyebrow as he grabbed his cane.

"Because! She is a girl that probably has like 10 Maids and a helicopter at home! And you, you are..." Hideo explained fumbling around with his words.

"I'm a what? A degenerate, aloof, son of a poor inn owner, who does not give a care in the world, and only claim to fame is that I'm friendly and help people with their life issues?"

"I was not going to use such harsh words... I was just going to say different."

"Of course you were. Well I'm going to go anyway. Because nobody deserves to be all alone at lunch on the first day of school. That is just cruel." Ueda declared.

"Well its your own funeral man." Hideo muttered under his breath.

Ueda smiled shaking his head as he walked towards the doors leading to the outside world, at a slow pace, his cane tapping against the ground gently. He pushed the doors to the outside realm open and stepped outside. And oh so suddenly he was greeted by the cool air and the sun shining down behind him. He looked up and let out a grateful sigh to get out of the cafeteria and be able to hear himself for a moment. He then directed himself towards the girl sitting under the tree, eating cherries in quiet reserved silence. He saw the white cane, next to her and immediately realized why she was at the school little that it mattered. He then decided that he had to go charge into the unknown sooner or later.

He walked up to her leaning against his cane, as he leaned on his cane underneath the shadow of the tree. He let out a sigh as he looked up at the sky and did what he did best, he just began to talk and probably in not the best form did not even bother introducing himself. “You know I was going to ask you why somebody would sit outside alone. But know that I’m out here, I realized it isn't really being alone. You have the company of the birds, the trees, the insects, the sky, the wind. It’s actually nice isn’t it?

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Death end, is still the best end though. Manly Picnic, all the way!

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Genkai said
Oh hello, G.U ref. XD

It seemed oddly appropriate. XD

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You know it would seem we need some action filled background music for this fight. So I will play the song that was playing as I wrote my latest post

Edit: QQCode got messed up.

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"You do not need a therapist if you own a motorcycle, any kind of motorcycle!"
~ Dan Aykroyd

But does a digital motorcycle, constructed primarily of ones and zeroes still count? Futen was about to find out. He could barely contain the look of amusement on his face, as he mounted the bike, and one might expect him to giggle about like a young school girl that just got a valentine from her crush. He always wanted a motorcycle, all the heroes in action movies had one, the quintessential companion to the modern day action hero, as the Samurai, or the American cowboy had the horse. But it was always the irresponsible economic decision, for his part, most the traveling he did was close enough to either walk, run, or use his bike. All of which required a lot less storage space than a bike would, nor would he have to pay for the parking of them either. So instead Futen had to be content with his non motorized vehicle life, in favour of stability and good economic decisions. His forefathers would be proud and disappointed with him at the same time.

But, now here he was. A digital motorcycle, was not a regular motorcycle he did not really have to pay for a parking space or worry about fees to get it registered and the rest. Best part of all was that it was free of charge, more or less, just required the selling of his soul to the government, which he had already done at this point. And so with essence of childlike wonder and innocence, he pushed forward on the accelerator and the engine roared to life, with a beast like grumble. He typed in the coordinates into his own navigational display on the bike and a thin green line appeared in front him, only viewable by his own person. He looked on ahead and saw that Ice and the others had already began to move, so he nodded to himself a grin on his face as he sped on forward as he talked to himself. “You know even though, we are thrusted into life and death situations on a daily bases, and you could watch you friends die in front of you at any moment. This job is really worth it sometimes.”

He soared along the digital plain, an oddly quiet place for one that held such a vast amount of information and the foundation for modern society as it was known. Millions of zettabits of data flying about them, some containing messages: written to lost loves, friends, families, invitations. Others were more important work based info, data on projected sales and many interesting tidbits of data. But usually as Correctors they were sent in to defend the very big picture stuff, government agencies, hospitals, banks, places were that having their infromation secure was of vital importance.

As he progressed forward he saw Ice and E.G stop a bit further ahead at location of the breach. As he pulled up and quickly though it pained him to let it go, got off of the bike and took up position a bit further up to the right of Ice. He stood and watched as Ice confronted the two hackers. Fright and Fury, currently wanted for a series of breaches against high value targets, They were professionals and not just some run of the mill blackhat, messing around with his toys, and should be considered dangerous targets. that was what Gvn report had on them. Futen shook his head, it would seem that this was not just going to be clearing out some run of the mill virus or hacker, no this was going to be a fight that they had to take seriously.

Moments later Fright casted her blast of wind, out at the group. As E.G casted her shield, Futen threw his body to ground hard, behind his vehicle as he heard a whoosh as the gale of miscellaneous objects trying to murder them soared past. As he got up he looked down at the bike, he used as a barricade, it was cut, torn and punctured looking a bit worse for wear. He had a mixture of feelings about this, first being filled with relief that he was not the one filled with cuts and puncture wounds, like swiss chess that had been thrown in a war zone. But on the other hand he was a bit disappointed, that his new shiny toy, had just be beaten up. “You messed up the paint job!” Futen muttered angrily to himself as he put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Hey, Futen, come on!" Futen nodded as Ice called out to him and ran up after him, getting to his side as the two of the moved towards Fury, he tilted his heads to his squadmate and told him some very simple words. “Slash & Smash?!” hoping very well that Ice would catch on.

Slash & Smash, being the nickname that most Correctors used for a combat technique they learned in basic combat to be used against another close combat ordinated opponent. One corrector would strike out first quick and unrelenting, taking the full brunt of the attackers aggression. This part is the so called Slash. The other part is the Smash. With the attacker focusing on squadmate one, the other Squadmate is available to go in against the attackers unprotected flank and hit them where it hurts. Very basic in turns of tactics, but sometimes that most basic tactics are the most practical.

And so Futen lead inwards with the Slash. As Fury turned towards them and drew his own blade. Go forth like an avalanche unrelenting and unforgiving Futen thought the mantra of his old Kendo teacher as he drew his blade and stroke out against Fury. The two blades smashed together. Fury looked at Futen and give him a predatory grin as the two of engaged in a dance of metal. Fury was unrelenting his attacks, held power and ferocity behind them, as well as a demon like speed. And Futen was doing his best to counter each stroke with one of his own. One torrent of blows, was countered with another. But Fury was pushing Futen back as he was forced to take a more defensive stance as he brought down a heavy overhand blow. Futen countered bringing their two blades together with a clash. Fury kept the blades together as he pushed against Futen’s trying to drive his own into his skull.

Futen gritted his teeth as he pushed back, and he did not notice as one of Fury’s hands left the hilt of his sword and came swinging underneath hard slamming into his stomach and sending him sprawling backwards as he rolled away as Fury blade slammed into the ground . wincing as he arose to his feet, Futen raised his sword again and slammed into him again, this time making it so Fury was the one that had to take a few step backwards.

“Ice! You know anytime you want to jump in would be appreciated!”

Katawa Shoujo ~ Disability Girls ~ (All Genders Welcome) REBOOT

The book of bad juju said
This Bump is the bump that will pierce the heavens!

Believe in the Bump that believe in You!

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Major Ursa said
Aw sweet...our first cat fight~!

Let me get the popcorn!

And on another note, mediocre first post is mediocre. Oh well,

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Nobuyuki Ueda was late. It almost seemed as if those four words were destined to be intertwined with another. He had entered the main building from the dormitories a few moments prior without seemingly a care in the world. As those who seemingly had a better grasp on the reality of the situation were running past him, screaming thought not vocally, more of the internal screaming that is mastered by those used to high stress situations, such as people watching in desperate agony as a roomba runs over some canine waste product and paints a picture with it. No Ueda was seemingly not cornered at all as he slowly progress, the sound of his odd three legged steps went about, the soft plodding of his feet, contrasting with the sharp thud of a cane bounding against the floor.

As Ueda plodded along his thoughts drifted away to him like smoke from a flame. His thoughts out of maybe a sense of nostalgia, to his first year at Yamaku. When he had first arrived two years ago the academy seemed odd, overly complex and incomprehensible to a degree that would drive the human mind to start ranting and raving about the coming lizard man invasion. It took him some time, to finally get a hand of things to come, moving along with the success of small child without legs trying to ride a bicycle: adorable, yet sad at very same time. Though somehow through the process of Osmosis, he did begin to pick up on how to get from point A to point B quickly. It came with a moment of revelation and understanding and for a moment he was a caveman and he had just discovered that if you rub two sticks together long enough, fire happens. Gradually this understanding came from, not relying on the map of the school all new students are given as they move in. For the map was almost a fictitious entry designed to give a semblance of order, even though the piece of paper could not tell you where the foot traffic was always the heaviest, where the 12:00 PM children with wheelchair rush occurs and one could only watch in horror as the wheeled demons mow down any that dare to stand in their way. He learned like most, and like most he did not use the power that came with this knowledge responsibly. For if he did, Ueda would not be late.

And yet here he was looking up at the stairwell in front of him. For Ueda was seemingly running on a clock that was about ten minutes behind the rest of his classmates and teachers, coming in to class late was a habit, and that was on good days. On bad days he just wandered about, not caring about his studies. He was much more content with finding new places where nobody could find them unless they were part time basset hounds. He took a breath as he brought his first foot onto the first step. And a dull pain ached through his body, and that was another thing that had changed from when Ueda first came to the academy. He did not yet have his cane. But little could be done to stop that and when he acquired it at the beginning of his second year, he did his best to ignore that even existed. But at times such as this when the pain ran through his legs, it was a reminder of why he had it. And a normal man would of taken the elevator, to avoid the inconvenience but of course Ueda would not do that, too stubborn and too unwilling to accept defeat as he pushed forward one step after another.

Two years at the academy had not changed Ueda. Though it many ways his perception of his situation did change. For he realized that with so many students attending the academy, that either the dice thrown at the beginning of ones life to determine if they would be normal, healthy, comfortably middle class, or, poor, insane, and posing a degenerative disease that slowly kills you must have been weighted heavily to one side in some peoples cases. Ueda deiced that it was either because the reminiscent figure above either had a sick sense of humor, or he like all the other kids just had bad luck and should ever becoming professorial uncontrollable gamblers. In many ways he still found the academy very counter productive in its goal, of bringing them up in a location where nobody was ostracized for being different. It was as if they were all goldfish in a safe tank, but what happened when they exited the tank? Well the plump little goldfish know used to swimming in a little tank, would be devoured by the sharks of course, the circle of life and all that. But Ueda put those thoughts away, keeping his own inner pessimist at bay.

As he walked up the stairs somewhere close and above him, he heard a series of loud noises. It was only as he progress further up the stairs did he see the source of the noise. Three people upon the first floor landing, two of them standing and the other one a smaller figure kneeling on the ground. Ueda did some quick connecting of the dots, and deduced that somebody more specifically the small figure had taken a fall. And judging from how one of the boys, who seemed to judging by body language and general reaction, had slammed into the smaller figure and sent them flying backwards to their otherwise unscheduled doom. Ueda then moved around them and kept on progressing up the stairs, deciding that two people helping the smaller figure was more then enough. The sound of his cane echoing as he progressed slowly up through the stairs and away from them, as he thought to himself. And thus it was proven once again, stairs are the mortal enemy of the bipedal mammal.

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The door to room 3-4 was closed, when Ueda arrived and he shrugged before slowly entering. His teacher turned around and looked at him as he let out a sigh. "Mr. Nobuyuki, I was just starting, and may I asked why you are late to my class, as one would come to expect from you?" His teacher asked "Or did you just think that class started ten minutes later this year?"

"Well no! Of course not Sir! You know how it is in the morning, and the traffic on the highway on the daily commute. You can't help when there is a ten car pile up, that is not my fault?" Ueda interjected with a sincere hint of honesty to his voice, even though he was lying through his teeth.

"Mr. Nobuyuki, I'm well aware that you live in the school dormitories, or do you not remember last years incident?"

"Well! That my respected teacher has nothing to do with the current situation and I find it very insensitive that you open wounds still so fresh." Ueda declared holding his free hand to his chest as if he had just been shot.

"... Mr. Nobuyuki just take the empty seat next to Mr.Blair over there. He is new here at our academy, so I ask you from the bottom of my heart. Don't corrupt the boy."

Ueda nodded, and walked over to seat that his homeroom teacher had gestured towards. He eased himself down, doing his best to not put anymore strain on his already falling apart body. "Well, at least I tried." Ueda muttered to himself as he took out his books, not bothering to opening them as he shoved them to a corner of his desk and put his head down.