bakemonojoou

[bakemonojoou]

Hi! Like you know, I dropped from citta so the members of this group are free to unfollow. As for the indie blogs following me, though- this account will go inactive but you can find Medaka [ here ] !

[bakemonojoou]

Flirt with everyone? And something about...sexual innuendos? Now, that would make perfect sense if it didn't mean she would eventually achieve an ultimate way to unlock every heart for her to own -- such thing was meant to bring her satisfaction?

If it was the reason she was born then she would be glad but it didn't make her happy.

"Dare I say that looking at your face is strangely infuriating? I feel like I should beat you for some reason."

"But I don't hate you, which is weird too. It seems I must express my concern for you through these fists."

“『That’s easy! You were born to flirt with everyone around you and make sexual innuendos!』”

This is it.

This is his greatest achievement.

[bakemonojoou]

misterallfiction replied to your post:♕ The 2nd suggestion: You tell me. ❴event ❵

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"Is this why I was brought here in the first place? Do these people have an answer to my problem? Will they...help me?"

[bakemonojoou]

♕ The 2nd suggestion: You tell me. ❴event ❵

Possessing an inability to not trust another is disadvantageous, for she did not understand what is to be 'weary' -- her heart is naive, foolish and lacking of cruelty.

  To enact upon selfish impulses was not rare, not when finally realizing that decision alone belongs to you and none of it has to do with others. Leaving was an obvious choice, nothing attained her to this place, while her growth may not be recovered, it is all part of a process called 'life' and perhaps cheating with a skill could aid. A flawless plan, wasn't it? Staying was wrong, her presence was highly required back in the grounds of a beloved academy that saw her grow and depart, making her the person who she is nowadays.

However, the gratitude that once motivated the beast woman turns dim, fading as minutes pass by. It is definitively bothersome but at most she is aware of a background that up to this day is completely painful and yet, no sentiment seems to pour from this mental wound.

 Her expression is plain, unaffected from all commotion and devoid of emotion.

She knows what it means to feel and had a fair share of experience but it never seemed appropriate to express any as they were ephemeral. None fit currently. Is this sadness? Confusion? Anger? Maybe a mix of each one?

All she can recall is that the woman known as Kurokami Medaka is disgusting. A monster that ends the purpose of those who have a reason to live while her own is nonexistent. Maybe that is what she requires, maybe someone can clear her mind --

"From me being born to me living here right now, there's no meaning on either to them."

"...Then you tell me, why on earth was I born?"

[bakemonojoou]

"A creep? Me?"

 And once again-- from where is he getting those ideas!? He seemed so desperate and nervous, as if his world was about to crumble in a heartbeat just because he was so secure of his statement when it was completely erroneous. Ah, what an imaginative mind he must have! Yet she was being blamed over acts she never committed.

Not like it bothered the beast woman but quite the opposite.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! MY, WHAT AN INTERESTING DEVELOPMENT!"

"That's a hilarious accusation but I assure you I am not a 'creep' like you say. I ignore fully why you believed something so stupid but you're wrong."

"I already told you! You’re a creep! Go away now!" He didn’t get why it was so hard for her to understand this. He had already told her straight up, yet here she is continuing to question him. Perhaps he should have allowed her underwear sniffing was to continue. He understood the error of his ways now. This mistake would never be repeated again. He’d make certain of this.

"I told you, okay? Just gonna have to deal with that. Ain’t getting shit from me other than that."

[bakemonojoou]

"Because I want to know." Was it that difficult to understand? If he wished for her to leave then at most she demanded an answer to understand the motive of his request -- vile emotions cannot sprout out of nowhere. "You have insulted me out of nowhere even though I have not hurt you nor gave you a reason. That is how far my knowledge goes." Unlike him, she remained calm than before and dared to scratch the back of her neck before talking.

"Can you speak truthfully, Urameshi? Or is that you are afraid and those insults are a mere cover to your incapacity and you just happen dislike me?"

"Why are you still talking to me?" His annoyance level had been slowly reaching his critical point with this girl. She couldn’t take a hint to just leave it would seem. Everything he had said was an exaggeration, yet he was unsure of rather or not she had picked up on it. Still, he refused to make it clear to her.

"No! Well, maybe! I dunno. Ask him! I know it bothers me, so scram!"

[bakemonojoou]

"Easy to say than done, I care little for your opinion and whatnot. I will advice you to remain silent, Hanten Shiranui. I might be indebted to you but because of that it doesn't mean I will follow alongside your stupid ideas.

If you value your spectator role that much then do not interfere."

At this point you should just hand over your main character title to Tsurubami and join me as a spectator

[bakemonojoou]

"I WILL DESTROY THAT WRETCHED MIND OF YOURS, KUMAGAWA MISOGI!"

That’s because your boyfriend is a shounen baby loving nerd who broke Mukae’s heart.

[bakemonojoou]

plegiandarkmage replied to your post:To restore the balance in the universe I’ll have...

oh youre the protagonist … well then

[bakemonojoou]

To restore the balance in the universe I'll have to break Kumagawa's legs.

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[bakemonojoou]

"Last year I was so busy dying around this time but now I shall compensate the time I lost!" AND LUCKILY HE CAN FEEL HOW HIS BODY IS BEING STRANGLED IN HER ARMS.

TACKLED WITH WHAT LOOKS LIKE A PUNCH.

[bakemonojoou]

That threat is too weak to stop Medaka from tackling him, try again later.

"No, seriously. I’m kickin anyone’s ass who approaches me about this crappy day. A bond between a man and his video game is true romance.”

[bakemonojoou]

"Do not look down on your own masterpiece. Blood and sweat must have been poured on it, I am sure it will be put in good use! It wasn't pointless, Bang." A reassuring hand is placed on his back, patting it softly.

"Weeks…. I’ve spent weeks…. creating this underground tunnel…. WITH SPOONS AND MY OWN FINGERNAILS…."

[bakemonojoou]

"I see, you're a man with an important mission. Then I offer my most sincere support, may you fare well in your journey -- even if you will not remember later my words, I shall keep you in my thoughts for as long as this lasts."

"I’m going back. Not home, but to my road."

[bakemonojoou]

Rather than worrying about such decision, she seemed entirely calm about this whole ordeal. Medaka remained quiet about her choice but did not find trouble on prying.

"So? What your decision will be?"

[bakemonojoou]

 What experience has left in her is a latent fact time cannot alter. How from countless of challenges, only a few mentions can award to be stand in equal terms and although she valued most challengers in similar regards, Oga was the closest one to befall in a 'cool' label.

Graced with a bewildering sight, the beast woman reduced most of her actions to a mere quiet observance, for this visage was deserving of admiration. It may be a accounted as obnoxious, how their form has adopted a more radiant and breathtaking composure that even Kurokami should recognize as 'fascinating' -- the gleaming aura that his body exerted did not stray far from her own changes whenever activating any of her god modes but in him it might represent something more powerful, his own strength finally surpassing a limit it can be outwardly visible.

Excitement is unable to be retained at this point, and in the heat of the moment; she finds herself shouting, "That's the Tatsumi and Beel I love!," a fist pumping into the air the moment ecstatic vocals resounded in their environs. Despite he was her opponent, she couldn't silence anymore her urges to praise the result of his effort in an enthusiastic exposition.

  His conviction brought nothing else but satisfaction to the heiress and such was displayed in a shameful gesture of utter bliss -- a wide smile that unlike her somewhat burlesque tendencies befell in a content fashion, trying to not waste a single chance she has to make her relief noticeable. He rarely disappointed any expectation she settled, despite he was not safe either from being looked down upon, Medaka always knew he could offer enough to rival her abilities. Pride overflowed within her, joy that cannot be equaled and only surges due the thrill of a fight; as no purpose nor deeper meaning is required for a challenge. If she could have another opportunity to speak up, she could have added she was glad for him. Glad to see him up, move forward after facing his own helplessness and step back where he belonged.

For a man who often desired to fight alone it was gratifying to presence these results. Did he finally realized the obvious? She was eager to test it!

And to reaffirm further their differing stances, she could not stay behind in returning the favor. His inhumane speed could oppose the basics of her Kurokami Phantom and his amped power possessed every aspect that should induce fear with the mere thought of defying the grandeur of a regal demon.

Dodging is never part of her small panorama of options, part to blame her horrendous ego that never measured the possible consequences and thus found little trouble to have such insulting idea cross her mind. Thus, it was easy to partake in without actually rationalizing cons and pros --

Nonetheless, a win or a lose were nothing.

His figure could not be followed by mere sight alone when he departed from his airborne position, leaving room to merely follow the contrary direction in order to affront his attack face to face when his electrified form rushed forth--  her veins pulsated at the compass of 'sound' and her muscles were stimulated in a similar wavelength, repelling touch as her own complexion has been left to be moved solely by vibrations. Her unnatural pulse affected directly physical skills.

In less technical terms, Medaka's body has become a heart.

Her body was positioned in all fours before the release, her hands gracing the ground to propel her whole body in a vectorial direction to clash against the contenders' attack. The Kurokami final could be described as a strike that, if overlooked; cannot be seen. One suitable for a beast unknown to restrains.

Their auras clasing could only result into a torrent of air, erupting in various directions that lacked mercy on shredding everything that appeared on their way. Not concerned with the possible result, she limited everything to a counter-charge as she had no possibility to prevent his knuckles from embedding its mark against her flesh. She put most of her effort on at most not being launched backwards, as he possessed enough capacity to pin the beast woman against the floor. The metallic flavor of blood already sipping through her lips was not enough to stop her from trying to rear a fist into his midsection.

"Aih!" There couldn’t of been a more chipper tone resonating through a scene where the very grounds cursed their luck. Once again it would bear witness to two destructive powers fighting it out in pure hearted joy. While a content smile had remained laced upon the younger Beelze’s lips for a moment, it soon reverted back to that scrunched look of determination. He truly was a daddy’s boy, not a single soul could say otherwise. Surprisingly enough, not a single biting comment had passed from Oga.

She was right after all.

A fool of a man who tried to bare a battle that two had fought from the very start; that was Oga Tatsumi. His partner, his son, the mint haired child who stuck with him out of familial love did bring him back. Taught him that even in the realms of family, this sort of selfishness could be accepted. There wasn’t a right and wrong that he solely needed to ponder on. Beel’s feelings had been the missing link to solving the issue. As Medaka declared a focus on the now, their two roaring souls couldn’t agree more.

"Yeah." Simply spoken yet the word was hurling away an unnecessary boulder that hindered the spirit. Calling back on the mode that had been reached by a whim, that’s when he felt the blooming heat that started to reverberate through his very body. Upon his hand, the once crimson crest that remained on proud display had faded away, sinking into both flesh and bone as it latched onto his spirit. It was a burning sort of strength, each and every joint, muscle and sense sparked with a new burst of life as the demonic aura was manipulated to a form naturally ingrained to their skill set. There was no complicated way on knowing how.

He just had to look back on an old school TV show of his.

With a bright flash of light, a column of pure electricity coiled around their frame, taking prep then shooting upwards towards the clear skies. At this point, feeling light as a feather had even became an understatement. All it took was a tense of the muscles to introduce Oga’s new stage.

Ironically enough, the move almost seemed tailored to pit against the space type of darkness that the Kurokami Final had brought to the table.

Expression changing, this time wasn’t an abrupt sort of distraction that came with his take off. Once his feet had left the ground, the delinquent’s body shot forth at a speed that could be explained as phantasmal. All around, the electrical aura that stayed faithful as an offensive defense had intensified, reacting upon the charged up emotions storming the two! Once they pressed into range, that’s when it began.

Twin tendrils of wind had cycled up and around his winded up right as he long since took aim. Aiming to the devastate the very ground where the beast princess stood, her included. Launching it forth, tempered knuckles craved their sacrifice of flesh as Oga’s first blow would go directly for the first thing in reach, her jaw. Focusing solely on connecting the hit, there wasn’t any thoughts playing upon other scenarios, giving this potential hit his full focus.