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Corrected & Connected

I have no idea why I would have a normal and sane reason to post a gif of a rocket snail. But that has not stopped me before.



And back to the murder moonbase away!

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Shambling out of the building and back into a world almost too happy and perfect where the grass was cut to a mandatory length and the birds always sang and those who would not have a reason to smile otherwise were smiling. In many ways this was what seemed inherently bad about the situation he had found himself in for what was he but an outlier in a seemingly perfect set. A camel in the ocean or a cynic at the good feelings convention for happy people. He figured that was how he found himself time and again falling through the cracks of the so called "perfect" world that Yamaku tried to present itself a refuge for those shunned from society and found himself in the fleshy darker bits were his reality was seemingly more present. Seeing the world from this deciding cynical view point has more or less has lead to meetings with some less than favorable figures. Broken souls and those with shattered dreams and had just given up. In short they were his people, his proverbial flock that he had somehow become the header of. The voice of somewhat reason where most would just say hang themselves and get it over with. And hence the wise man legend of Nobuyuki Ueda was born not out of some prophetic moment when he deiced to help people but because out of happenstance and serendipity of being the voice that just happened to drag someone from back over the edge.

Through his escapades over the past three years one such parasite that found its purpose living in the cracks was a man that most people only knew by Toke. The man with no past or no future, who will gladly sell you life in a bottle and then take it away just as easily. Ueda met him early in his first year back when he was still setting up and before the seedier circles of the student body began to frequent him as much as they did. In short Ueda knew exactly what was happening every time the two had a meeting he was Faust and Toke was Mephostophile. A deal with the devil to be able to feel something or anything really. They were stuck down the road to tragedy together wither they liked it or not but it was more preferable than walking the road alone. It was odd thing companionship and how it drove people together. How just having somebody to talk to even if you were convinced he was a sociopath that would gladly let you OD because it might be fun to watch. Or maybe it was because they were not so different from one another really both stuck on the same side of an unlucky coin flip.

He saw the devil ahead talking to what seemed to be a first year and he thought about intervening but the girl seemed to be handling herself well enough without any intervention. So instead he leaned against the side of a tree on the path and watched the exchange continue to progress. A self stylized man with a grin that could freeze water who proclaims that all he does is walk about spreading joy where ever he goes bringing happiness to the community. This usually meant doing as he did now lurking about and finding the antelope isolated from the pack that type that usually would appreciate his services and pouncing while the meat was fresh. Sometimes you would find him hanging around groups of first years talking in extravagant tones like a showman at the circus and before they knew what was happening he had them hooked. Once they were hooked well Toke made it very hard for them to get out of his net. He had a skill at picking at peoples brains and finding what they hated most about themselves, along the same line as Ueda's own talents but used in a much darker form.

Though a minute or so later Ueda finally deiced that he was going to relieve the girl of the devil standing on her shoulder and walked out from under his spot under the tree and towards Toke allowing his associate to see him. Walking forward at a casual pace he allowed Toke's own attempt at fishing for a catch to end as the girl and he parted ways. Toke and Ueda met in the middle of the walkway and exchanging formal greetings they sat down on a bench on the pathway together as a dart of birds flew overhead from one grazing area to another the spring of life fresh and bountiful. They looked like an odd pair with Toke in his varying shades of black on top of black looking more and more like a living shadow each day and Ueda with his cane and seemingly winter attire for a fresh spring day. His heavy overcoat that he always wore looking more at home in the trenches of the first World War than at a school though he was never seen without it not even on the hottest day of the year mostly because it seemingly bulked up his near skeletal frame at that point making him look as odd as it sounded more alive than he normally would be.

"She seems a little young for you don't you think Tokey Toke?" Ueda mused in a dry tone.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

If one by chance walked into the music room at the current moment they would see a strange pair of bedfellows within that in any normal circumstances would probably never meet. The dying washed out drugridden son of an innkeeper and his wife and the prime and proper princess daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the country. Though maybe in a way that showed in some strange way that maybe the founders of Yamaku ideals were not total bullshit, that in the end everyone is the same as one another be they healthy or disabled, rich or poor, broken or whole. So as Tomo played Ueda just stood with his eyes closed listening letting the music paint a picture and if only through the span that it took for it to be finished the picture was real and it lived and breathed and Ueda saw a world that might just be seemingly brighter than the one he was currently stuck within. But like most things the song had to come to an end and Ueda knew it was about time for him to go on having prior obligations to be dealt with. To step outside of that room and enter back into the reality that they were seemingly if only for a little bit exempted from. As the last notes were struck and rung out into the expanse before fading away into silence once more. And for a moment Ueda was tempted to not say anything to extend whatever time he had left before he had to leave but eventually he did speak as he clapped his hands together as vigorous as one would at the end of a great symphony. "And you are the one telling me that I'm my worst critic?" He asked her with a teasing smile. "In my professional opinion it sounded beautiful. I understand that being the prime and proper lady you were most likely told to be modest as the sun shining down upon us. But occasionally taking pride in ones work is not such a bad thing princess." He declared.

Sighing as he straightened up he took his cigarette out of his mouth and dropped it to the floor grinding out the flame with the heel of his shoe. Looking up at the clock it would seem that he was running a bit and he dreaded to think of what trouble Toke had gotten himself up to in the time he was left waiting for him. "Well I'm sorry to have to end our little gathering here but it would seem I'm late for a prior engagement." He turned to leave and began to slowly patter his way out of the room the soft sound of his shoes stepping upon the ground contrasting with the solid thunk of the cane. He dared not to turn back to be tempted to stay any longer then he already had and so he moved to the door but before he did he gave a few last words of advice as he did. "Oh and Mizukimura-san. You should sing more often, I don't know what I saw back there Princess and it took me a moment to put it together but for a moment it seemed I finally got to see the bird free from her gilded cage and soaring through the sky. Happy and free suits you much better princess."

With that Ueda walked out the door with a small wave of hand to the second year and he trotted down and away from the dusty old forgotten music room. The only sound left being the faint echo of his cane as he walked down the hallway. He thought of the girl for a moment longer and chuckled to himself. Tomohina Mizukimura, Second Year, Blind and yet seemingly able to see the world better then him. A princess.... correction a bird stuck in a cage dreaming of the open air. He truly did hope that she found whatever it was that would unlock the cage that encased her.

I really hope that Toke has not gotten himself into any trouble....... Who the hell I'm I kidding?

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LovelyAnastasia said
You could always walk into the music room~ The atmosphere seems a bit heavy there but it would be fun to play with your characters Ursa.

Yeah! We don't bite. Unless you are secretly food that is.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

"Your imaginary friend? That might simplify things... yet I breath, I eat and I sleep. So I think I exist; for no one's imagination would be cruel enough to create me." Ueda replied as he exhaled blowing out small lazy rings of wispy smoke that drifted through the air without a care in the world before being swept away by the spring breeze coming in through the windows scattering the rings as they broke vanishing almost as quickly as they had been formed. Ueda listened as she spoke even though true to her words he was still somewhere else at the same moment. He was on a far off star that could be seen during the night, the kind that would take hundreds of years for his dim reminder of existence to shine back down upon the planet. She talked about feeling, about being in the present, about living has life. To be honest at that very moment she sounded just like well her if a little bit more reserved if Tomo was the gentle spring rain that gave life, she was the summer monsoon the downpours that came and went all within a seeming instant. At that moment he knew he had a choice. She was offering to show him the way across the bridge back to the world of the living, to a land of color and wonder of love and dreams. He had to admit that it was tempting, tempting to exit his world of self-deprecation, to mark the end of his own selfmade exile. But he knew he was just fooling himself and that in the end he knew he was not going to walk across that bridge to go back across would to be forget what happened, forget the exact reasons he acted the way he did. Because in his point even a fragment of the thing called hope was not just something alien to him, it was absolutely terrifying.

"Mizukimura-san if only it was so easy to see the beautiful aspects of this world as easily as you do. If it was so then maybe we could be in a perfect world where everyone feels the immense connections that every living thing has to each other." He mused with a small knowing smile leaning up against the side of the piano in a spot where the sunlight caste down from seemingly making the dust covered black wood shimmer the small motes of light hidden in the dust twinkling about like little stars. "But if you wanted to know there was a time when I might of been able to still see the world as you do. I was here and not in some far distant place. But my dreams turned blue and the one that should me the way back across to the world of the living died and yet I was still here........ But that's just how the story goes." He explained to her with a twinge of sadness in his voice something that was usually hidden beneath his nonsensical mannerism and seemingly all knowing philosophies but that existed just the same.

"But I've talked far too much about myself today Princess and resurfaced things I've done my best to forget..... And so instead I present you with a new question are you just going to sit in front of that beautiful musical instrument or are you going to play it? For your eyes might not tell you much but they tell me well enough and you have the appearance of a little girl in a candy shop. And, in my personal opinion I think it would be an insult to the Piano if you did not indulged in your desires." He explained with a small laugh and it was as if a switch had been flipped and the leak had been plugged and the boy with the cane suddenly showed no signs of the alone and almost remorseful personality that was shown moments ago and he was back to the happy and seemingly distant person that everyone else knew him as.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Major Ursa said
Read the CS carefully...Ash has not been formally diagnosed to be ___. Besides, that's just an example of when a tiny bit of his personality peeks through, normally he's just friendly enough...@_@

Never formally diagnosed that is great.

He is not just a psychopath no that wouldn't be bad enough. He is one of the smart, high function ones that can blend in well enough into society to not be diagnosed. You know like all the good serial killers and madmen like Ted Bundy, or Charlie Mason, or Jim Jones. This is not helping ease our fears at all you know this right Ursa? xD

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Don't think nutter case would be the best way to describe Ash Lennon. More like the byproduct of a one night stand between Hitler and the Devil.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

“I suppose that is true. You can’t really expect friends to go and fall out of the sky in front of you and then venture off in glorious friendship with one another. If it were that easier than well I think a lot of people would be a lot more happy then they are right now.” He explained out loud even though he was more or less thinking about what she had said in his head exploring the sentence as if it was puzzle. The one piece that did not fit though was her comment asking about himself. How was he fairing in the friend department? To be put in the gentlest way possible about as good as a racoon on the highway about to meet his best friend a car wheel. He once had friends but now? Well he had Toke but he wasn't so sure if he could count his dealer as a friend. But he was the only one around Yamaku that Ueda could be completely open with. So one friend.... that wasn't that bad right? A little bit brought down from his own revelations he decided the best course of action in the puzzle that was human interaction was the truth, that usually worked. “I know it might come to a shock for you to believe that such a likable dashing talented person such as myself would have no real friends but that would be closer to the reality. A lot of people know me and I know a lot about most people but in the end I guess I would call them associates more than anything else. For I’m perfectly content wasting away without much human interaction but people one way or another stumble upon me, or maybe they are directed by a friend to come find the strange upperclassman with the cane.” He explained with a shrug. “For apparently as the little boy with the PDA in your grade.... what was his name? Ah yes Fuyuki to go find information. They find me because for one reason or another I’m able to calm the woes of their hearts. So they appreciate me. But freinds? Not really there had to be some give and take there with emotional involvement and well that just doesn't happen. Oh well such is the life of the dying hermit.”

Ueda finished his little story and to his surprise he still did not feel anything it was probably the most he had ever talk to anyone beside Toke about himself in one go and yet he was still as hollow and ambivalent towards the girl as he was everyone else. What caught his attention though was his hand shaking it was a gently tremor but it was a signal as he looked down at it and doing some calculations in his head he figured it was about that time again and so he reached into his coat. Ueda beside his more dangerous drug habits of things a bit more deadly in the short term had a bit of a smoking problem he started back the year or so before he came to Yamaku or was it later? Though in the long run it really did not matter what did matter was that it eased the constant trembling and pain that was accompanied with the slow degenerative process of his body and it helped keep his mind cleared. He knew perfectly well that might just be an excuse of an addict but when you only have a good ten years left you were less worried about the long term side effects of smoking a pack or two. Cursing his trembling hands underneath his breath he took a smoke out from the pack and put it in his mouth and then brought out his lighter from another pocket. Striking once and failing, twice and failing, three times and failing curing his hands as they continued to shake as the broken and degenerative nerve endings were still losing life. Finally though it lit up and soon smoke filled his lungs and he let out a mental sigh of relief as the trembling was dulled by the nicotine if only for a little while. He then realized though that he still had company and he looked at the blind girl in front of him. “I’m being rude again aren't I? You want one?” He asked her with a raised eyebrow. “Though no offense princess but slowly destroying your lungs through a habit that is basically a violation of common sense doesn't really seem like your thing.” His eyes flicked towards the window making sure it was still open. He didn't want the fire alarm to go off or anything. For that would just be problematic at the least.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Corrected & Connected

Krauxis said
Hey all, work's been getting nuts on my end, and combination of stress and bad hotel internet means I haven't been making my posts on time like I should. After thinking about it, I don't want to lag behind and hold up any RPs anymore, so I've decided to take a break from the site for now. I hope I don't burn any bridges behind me, I may be back around winter when work slows to a crawl and I have time and focus to devote to posting again.Any characters I've left drifting are fair game, do whatever you've gotta do, and I wish everybody the best.

Oh no don't leave us Krauxis! This Band of Brothers must stand together!

...But if you really must leave let me at least say this.

"May the sunlight find you,
thy days be long,
thy winters kind,
and thy roots be strong."