#Rui Onishi

[mavrickjubei]

"Besties Until The End"

Starscream and Alexis commissioned fanart by Rui Onishi www.deviantart.com/marble-v

- Transformers Spotlight -

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #641 - "The Master"

Originally posted on March 19th, 2012

Story - Martin Fisher Art - Rui Onishi Colours - Javier Reyes Edits - Dave Reynolds

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005

wada sez: This is Martin Fisher’s penultimate Mosaic strip. As always, having one of the greatest Transformers artists of all time on art duties goes a long way, but this is a remarkably entertaining take on the antipathy between Motormaster and the rest of the Stunticons! While the characters of Wildrider, Dead End, and Breakdown struggle to come through in their brief lines, Drag Strip exclaiming “I always win!” is a great expression of his Budiansky bio. See below for clean inks.

[cyn-the-black-rabbit]

Mugen Myōjō Academy 夢幻明星学園

Student Council Club

Natsumi Sone 曽根 奈津美 (Third-year) (Student Council President) (Former Captain of Volleyball Team) (predecessor of the epithet Luna Moth) Moeko Imai 今井 萠子 (Third-year) (Student Council Vice President) (Former Vice-captain of Volleyball Team)

Volleyball Club

Kaoru Asagawa 浅川 薫 (coach) Satoko Kimura 木村 聡子 (Second-year) (Captain of Volleyball Team) (epithet "Luna Moth") Mayu Taniguchi 谷口 真由 Chitose Sekine 関根 千歳 Kuriko Tamura 田村 久里子 Runa Minobe 美濃部 瑠奈 Nozomi Onose 小野瀬 のぞみ Anzu Hashizume 橋爪 杏子

Baseball Club

Chōei Asato 安里 長栄 (coach) Satoru Ogasawara 小笠原 悟 (Third-year) (Captain of Baseball Team) (pitcher/third baseman) (epithet "Diamondback Moth") Sadao Kuryū 久留生 貞夫 (Second-year) (catcher) Mitsuru Onishi 大西 充 (First-year) (first baseman/pitcher) Issei Ootani 大谷 一誠 (First-year) (pitcher) Fumiya Furuhata 古畑 文也 (Second-year) (left fielder) Giichi Asato 安里 義一 (Second-year) (catcher) Kiyotaka Hoshina 星名 清高 (Second-year) (second baseman/shortstop) Masaki Kurushima 来島 正樹 (Third-year) (center fielder) Rui Inaba 稲葉 累 (Third-year) (right fielder)

Basketball Club

Mitsuo Sugaya 菅谷 光雄 (Second-year) (Captain of Basketball Team) (epithet "Eclipse Moth") Shigeru Oomae 大前 繁 Makoto Nishiura 西浦 誠 Ryusei Mizoguchi 溝口 流星 Katsuomi Utagawa 宇田川 勝臣

[pandora-whowalksbetween]

ありったけの愛を　声の限りに 触れた手　繋いでさ　何処まででも 抱き締めたい　全てを　信じて欲しい 永久に誓うよ　My love

[ayrivynne]

So I've been really forcing myself to draw all the new OCs I've been getting bc I feel bad for not drawing them despite using them through text with my friend. So here's Rui Onishi, an adopt I got from mishiraK a while back. She's one of Kaion's friends ❤️

[recentanimenews]

Sol Cresta Release Date Live Stream Moved to January 22

  Remember when PlatinumGames announced plans to reveal the Sol Cresta release date during a live stream on January 7? Yeah, that didn't happen, but we won't have to wait too much longer to finally find out when to expect the shoot 'em up. Following a delay due to technical problems, the Sol Cresta Release Date Forum live stream is now set to kick off on January 22 at 7:00pm Pacific Time. 

  Chief game designer and Sol Cresta creative director Hideki Kamiya will be on hand for the stream along with producer Takahito Washisaka, director Takanori Sato, and lead user interface designer Rui Onishi. In addition to the release date, the stream will include further announcements and a viewer giveaway.

  You'll be able to watch it in English below:

    Via Gematsu

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Joseph Luster is the Games and Web editor at Otaku USA Magazine. You can read his comics at subhumanzoids. Follow him on Twitter @Moldilox.

By: Joseph Luster

[mtmtedatabase]

Visions of the Future by Rui Onishi

[ljaesch]

More Cast Members Announced for the Basilisk Sequel Anime

More cast members have been announced for the forthcoming Basilisk sequel anime: Katsuhiro Tokuishi is Saizō Ishi Fukushi Ochiai is Shikibu Kōra Mitsuhiro Ichiki is Shichigen Higurashi Shinichiro Miki is Gorone Negoro Saori Hayami is Hachisu Reina Ueda is Rui Ayane Sakura is Utsutsu Kaori Nazuka is Namenba Junji Nishimura is directing the anime at Seven Arcs Pictures. Shinsuke Onishi is in charge…

[nintendo-town]

Astral Chain : des détails croustillants sur la conception de l’interface utilisateur

Astral Chain : des détails croustillants sur la conception de l’interface utilisateur

Dans le cadre de la série en cours de devblogs publiés par Platinum Games en vue de la sortie d’Astral Chain, une interview a jeté un nouveau regard sur le développement par l’équipe de l’interface utilisateur globale du jeu. Cette fois-ci, nous lisons Rui Onishi, artiste principal de l’interface utilisateur, et Yasutaka Saito, autre artiste de l’interface utilisateur. (more…)

[noahbodie]

Powered Convoy by Rui Onishi.  If the design looks familiar, it's because this figure would become the basis for Transformers character Ultra Magnus.

[thefoolsdeck-blog]

Daisuke 039 - The Birthday Gift of You

Game: Persona MUSH Characters: Daisuke Itami, Rui Onishi Location: Omoikane Investigations, Okina City Summary: Daisuke Itami helps his assistant Rui celebrate her birthday in the best way he knows how. Rating: daisuke is so nice in this log

This morning, like all mornings, Rui Onishi woke up to the sound of her alarm. Sitting up lethargically on bed, letting the sheets slide unceremoniously off her body, she spent several moments blinking her heavy eyes through the tinny beeps. Getting out of bed was never one of her strong suits.

Blearily, she rubs at a set of old laceration scars that run down the length of her forearm, then reaches back for her still-ringing alarm. It's her ever-present PDA, beeping inside the palm of her hand until Rui turns it off. The screen lights up the darkness of her bedroom, as well as the frown that slowly twitches to life across her lips. She's noticed today's date. It's her twenty-fourth birthday. Letting the PDA drop unceremoniously to the mattress, the young woman lets her head drop to both hands. Another birthday without her father. How long will it be before she can have him back? In the end, and birthday or not, mildly depressed or not, Rui knew better than to put her day on hold. She has work to do, an a purpose to keep, even if her great purpose these days is delivering mysterious packages for Daisuke Itami's equally mysterious contacts. Two hours later, she's back to her usual appearances, dressed impeccably without a hair or a hem out of place, carrying that unusual stoic frown and disinterested set of her yellowy eyes as she hands off the mysterious goods she'd picked up from her day trip to the aquarium. Not even its unknown contents are of any concern or consequence to her; the instructions were not to open it, and Rui has always been one to follow the rules. Accepting and pocketing payment, the job is done. Closing the front door and divesting of her long coat, Rui's finally returned to the office in her quiet and ubiquitous manner, trained and trained well to pass through the world and leave it untouched and undisturbed. Also because Rui knows well that entering Omoikane Detective Agency is like navigating an active minefield. One wrong step and it's all over. The quieter she keeps, the more likely she'll be left alone. --- One wrong step and it's all over.  The quieter she keeps, the more likely she'll--  --walk into the side of a massive cake taking up the surface of her work desk.  It is perhaps fortunate that Rui is left unmolested for long enough to truly grasp what she sees in front of her, because the cake is a spectacle to behold in its own right: composed of three tiers, it might almost be a wedding cake if not for the fact that its assembly is schizophrenic at best; the first tier is made with white fondant, arranged with eight lit candles wreathing the surface in a simple and straightforward manner; there are even cute little fondant flowers. It's adorable.  The second layer is the smallest of all, precariously held in place by plastic 'pillars.' This one seems to coated by some bizarre combination of strawberry and possibly lemon icing, striped together vertically across the cake. The lit candles for this one are shoved into the sides of the cake itself.  The third tier is inexplicably the largest, seeming to almost wobble with the sorely lacking support of the tiny cake layer beneath it. This one is covered in chocolate fondant, and seems to have been assembled upside-down. All the decorations, even the 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RU-CHAN~~' made with horrifically neon pink icing, are all on the bottom of the cake rather than the top. As are the eight lit candles precariously held to it by slowly warming icing assembled like a flaming halo around its outskirts.  Judging by the amount of wax that has oozed and splatters its way onto Rui's actual desk in various ways, it seems like this cake has been here for a while.  Yes. It's a good thing that Rui is gifted a precious few seconds to behold the terrible confection masquerading as a piece of surreal artwork on her desk.  Especially because it is a precious few seconds of distraction in which Rui Onishi may find a party hat shoved on top of her head with the painful snapping of elastic bands. And, as if in an echo of the upside-down celebratory salutations on her cake, a horrible, familiar voice intones like some sort of damningly cheerful promise behind her: "Happy Birthday, Ru-chan~~!" And this is about when Daisuke Itami will stroll past, also wearing a party hat. His right cheek is swollen with an ugly-looking bruise, but this does not really detract from the fact that he is happily blowing on a party horn.  "I was trying to decide if soulless dolls actually let themselves have birthdays because it might detract from their precious someone's birthdays, but then I remembered you're not really a soulless doll anyway, so congratulations on twenty four years of human life, Ru-chan~!" To emphasize this, Daisuke gives a celebratory blow of his party horn, letting the paper tube smack Rui in the forehead. In celebration. *bwaaaaaaah*  --- If Frankenstein's monster were made of cake, this would probably be what it'd look like. In her eternally patient, eternally methodic, and eternally boring way, Rui Onishi spends an infinite amount of time hanging up her coat, mindfully brushing stray bits of lint from its cashmere-wool sleeves, then she follows it up by very delicately and neatly folding the long length of her scarf. The entire process takes a good five minutes, terminating with the careful way she arranges it into her coat pocket. Then she turns around, and finds herself face-to-face with lovecraftian pastry. Stopped on the spot, her spine straightening like she's received a lethal dose of electric current, Rui's limbs stiffen and her jaw snaps shut as she slowly lifts her head, staring up and up at the horror of it, like Salvador Dali had risen from the grave to vomit something up on her desk. For the longest time, she's not even sure what it is. Then she finds the courage to lean forward, her head tilting almost comically to one side as she reads the decorations. H A P P Y B I R T -- Her face twitches. He didn't. He wouldn't. He shouldn't even know-- Then, out of nowhwere, a hat is SNAPPED down around her head, and if Rui had a voice she'd shriek in surprise. But she doesn't, and the best the woman can do is part her lips in silent dismay, before old training takes over, and faster than a snake bite she's whirled around, the blade of her kyoketsu-shoge shot out of her left sleeve to hold at the throat of -- Daisuke?! Rui stares incredulously at him, before her face locks itself down with anger. It doesn't look right with the paper hat on her head that loudly declares her to be a PARTY PRINCESS. Staring into her features is probably the closest a living human being gets to witnessing the mouth of hell. Shoulders tense, arms locked at the elbows, blade still held forgotten between two fingers of her left hand, Rui's eyebrows are ticking in barely-concealed fury. She stays that way as he speaks to her, and it's obvious he's just making it worse, by the way one corner of her mouth starts twitching. Taking a deep breath, Rui tries to collect her thoughts in time to-- *bwaaaaaaah* Rui violently grabs the paper noisemaker away and throws it away. Sighing soundlessly, she straightns, letting her weapon disappear back up her suit sleeve. Then she points angrily at the bruise occupying half of Daisuke's face. It's obvious what her furious frown is asking. --- Daisuke Itami feels the cold steel tip of a blade bite lightly into the stretch of his throat just above his adam's apple.  He looks down inquisitively at it for several long seconds of silence before summarizing his feelings eloquently:  "Whoops."  A single heartbeat passes.  "You're not really behaving like a proper party princess, you know."  And Rui summarily helps prove this point by ripping away Daisuke's party horn less than a second later. Brown eyes blandly look in the direction of where the noisemaker falls. A disappointed frown tugs at his lips. "Not a proper party princess at all."  Itami seems content to leave things at a defeated shrug of his shoulders; pressing down on his heel, he starts to pivot away. At least, until he takes note at an almost accusational finger being thrust at his face. Well -- a part of his face.  Itami stares cross-eyed at the finger. And then, as if he could, he rotates that gaze around to peer at the right half of his face. He taps his cheek thoughtfully, helpfully stinging realization back into his mind with the sharp flash of pain.  "Oh, that! Well, you see--"  ~*|An Entirely Accurate and Unbiased Recounting of the Events that had Transpired Previously|*~  "Kuma-kun! I'm so happy to see you again~! Let's bump our fists together, like the great friends we are~~!"  In this interpretation of events, Daisuke Itami - surrounded by a choir of angels singing his praises - holds a fist out happily to his brother-in-arms. He is also bathed in light.  Which is just about when a horrible monster fist punches him into the earth.  "THAT AM SMARTEST THING OOKUMA EVER HEAR!" screeches Akira Ookuma over the fallen and bloodied Daisuke; Akira is also ten feet tall and looks something like a cross between a hillbilly and the Incredible Hulk. Also, for some reason, he talks like Bizarro.  "HA HA HA! BIG BAD OOKUMA AM LOSING AGAIN! ME NO AM THE GREETEST! NOW ME NO AM LEAVING OKINA CITY FOR NO RAISIN!"  At which point Akira promptly jumps through a window pane and into oncoming traffic.  ~~~  Daisuke Itami stares pointedly at the unbroken window pane beyond him.  "Or maybe I should have said 'oh, I just fell into a doorknob~!' That's what people in abusive relationships say, right? Ha ha ha ha!"  Content to laugh this off without any further explanation, Daisuke saunters over to his desk, flopping down in the chair with such intensity it wheels backward a foot or two. "More importantly, though, shouldn't you get to work on that cake? I put a lot of love into making it for you, and besides--" Daisuke squints. "--it looks like it might collapse at any second."  This is probably not a lie.  "... Anyway." It is almost abrupt, how Daisuke's tone changes; once light and airy, it now inflects a degree of seriousness that Rui Onishi may have never heard from her employer before -- a sense of gravity that is reflected on his features as he looks directly at Rui. "Were there any complications with the package?"  --- The entirely accurate and unbiased flashback ends. Rui is left staring at Daisuke, giving him a look about as stale as three-month-old bread. Then the young woman gives her head a shake, one hand lifted to rub wearily at the bridge of her nose, as if to try to snuff away a growing migraine. Her PARTY PRINCESS hat tilts a little askew on her head, until she remembers it enough to rip the thing annoyedly off. Throwing it annoyedly away, Rui slips Daisuke a glance, her deadpan yellow eyes inquiring rather eloquently in their staring: did you provoke him? She's not sure whether to feel angry or amused that Akira decked her employer. Daisuke probably deserved it. But she does have a job to do. She'll just have to keep a closer eye whenever it seems likely Ookuma's temper will snap. Part of her wishes she were there to have witnessed it. And not purely out of Rui's duty to stop it. Glancing back, Rui looks almost morosely back at the sad attempt of a birthday cake when Daisuke points it out. Just the crippled sight of it makes her draw back a little, unable to stop a slight grimace at just the prospect of eating such a thing. Even if she did eat the food human beings do, she doesn't think she'd ever develop the stomach for... that thing. But staring at it, the way her name is written into the decorations, Rui feels an uncomfortable mixture of disgust and disenchantment. She tries not to realize that, really, this is the first time she's ever received a cake on her birthday. Not even her father ever bought her one. In the past, birthdays were celebrated, but they took the form of yearly assessments than anything else. She enjoyed pleasing him with each qualifying test. But it does look close to collapse. Rui supposes she'll need to get some garbage bags. That is, until Daisuke distracts her with a strange, unprecedented sort of seriousness, something that earns her total, and somewhat surprised, attention. Her eyes widen slightly, her expressive face quickly retreating back to its usual blandness. She stares at him a moment longer than is necessary, probably out of disbelief, before she inclines her head in a single nod. Remembering, she reaches into her suit jacket as she approaches his desk, retrieving the small envelope of payment for her boss's perusal. At that point, most human beings, with their insatiable animal curiousity, may be inclined to at least ask something about that mysterious package, and whatever it could be. Rui, stone-faced, holds no such designs for humanity. --- 'Did you provoke him?'  Daisuke Itami squints so profoundly that his eyes almost seem to close. Five seconds of silence pass.  "Ara ara, I don't know what to make of that expression at all!"  And that is the rather eloquent rebuttal Rui Onishi gets from her employer.  A hand swims through the air in an errant dismissal of Rui's "concerns." "But you don't have to worry about that! Kuma-kun just needs to vent his frustration at his failings at someone. And for a friend, I'm happy to be the target of that kind of twisted sentiment~."  Brown eyes level upon Rui, with a stare that seems to peel away those tight layers of professionalism. Daisuke grins.  "But I'm very touched by your concern, Ru-chan."  Spinning his chair around, the private investigator loads up his PC lovingly, even as Rui stares with complex emotions at that cake. "Does it fill you with nostalgia?" His voice cuts in through her quiet contemplation like a knife despite the fact that he is not even looking at her. "Though I wonder if a girl in your situation has ever even tried cake before? ... As if the answer to that isn't obvious, right? Ha ha!"  Somehow, his laughter sounds pitying.  Yet it is by the time that envelope reaches Daisuke's desk that his expression has sobered considerably. Most people, in this unusual situation, would be curious -- outwardly curious. Most people would feel compelled to ask just what that package was, that has Daisuke looking so severe. Most people would at least contemplate the potential of it.  Most people are not Rui Onishi. And yet--  "Good. Your father should be happy to know everything went smoothly."  --Rui Onishi is most people, when given proper incentives.  That single observation is delivered as calmly and seriously as everything preceding it. It is like a vocalized piece of tantalizing bait, swinging just within Rui's reach...  "Well, in any case, thank goodness that's all settled!"  ... before Daisuke Itami cruelly snatches it away.  The information broker does not spend a single second longer on that ambiguous package or his equally cryptic words. Instead, he abruptly and quite cheerfully swings himself around to stare straight at Rui. His smile burns more intensely than sulfuric acid. And yet somehow, it still manages to seem apologetic.  "Ara ara, I hate to bring this up on your birthday, but then again Ru-chan is the type of weak individual who just can't function in any situation that isn't cold and professional so I guess I'm doing you a favor when I say,  "'I need you to do a job for me~.'" A lone second passes in silence. Daisuke then appends:  "'And it's something only you can handle. Probably.'"  --- Just at the first mention of nostalgia, Rui already looks like she's had well enough. Her expression falling back into agitation, she turns away, more than happy to leave Daisuke behind to his laughter, his jokes at her expense, his spinning chair, his envelope of money... When she stops dead cold. She turns sharply on Daisuke, her yellow eyes fierce, almost desperate, as they lock on his. Her lips part to demand something, no doubt the young woman forgetting in a rare moment that she cannot speak, and her commands come out as no more than a weak sigh of air. Grimacing with transparent frustration, she's already pulling free her PDA, her fingers flying across the keypad to hurriedly open a blank message, and start typing what she can't say-- Until Daisuke turns on her, his assistant left paused in mid-sentence as her attention tears helplessly from her half-typed interrogation to watch him. The look on her face looks as structurally sound and balanced as the cake left teetering on her desk, and her hands are clutching that little device in her hands just a tic too tightly. Why would her father be happy? What does he have to do with this? Why didn't she just look at the package? Why didn't he tell her this? What's going on? Rui just stares near-breathless askance, her yellow eyes almost pleading. Most of Daisuke's words, spoken in those pear-shaped tones of his, are barely heard, the young woman having trouble parsing them through the torrent of her own thoughts. Why didn't father mention something like that to her? Why has he been speaking directly to Daisuke? How is he? Is he angry with her? Is he-- Daisuke brings mention of a job, one only needing of her skills, and some half-scorned voice in the back of her head raises hope that he's going to ask Rui to be the weapon she is, finally do the job her father sent her to perform.  She shakes it away, going as far as to ignore Daisuke's request to instead shove her PDA's screen close to his face. The hastily-typed message demands: [ My father?/? tell me ] --- And just like that, Rui Onishi becomes a completely different person. To Daisuke Itami...  ... it's as disgusting as it is hilarious.  It is exactly because of her fervent confusion and curiosity that Daisuke completely and utterly ignores his assistant's obviously dismayed mental state. Vexation seems to just progressively rise within her as Daisuke turns his attention back to his computer screen. He loads up the Spring Frog Cartel's message boards, peering at them with a sense of interest that lies wholly outside the realm of Rui Onishi's concerns.  And he finds his soul alighting with joy at every fumble that Rui makes,  and every perilous thought he knows must cross through her mind.  "Huh, I guess my generosity must have shocked you speechless!" a private laugh in his head "So, I'll just go ahead and explain the job. See--"  When Daisuke Itami turns back around, he receives a face-full of text. His eyes widen with the suddenness of it all as he stares mutely at the clumsily-written demand (plea).  Slowly, that surprise dissolves into unreadable placidity.  "... Really, Ru-chan..."  And as Daisuke Itami speaks with a gentle tone, Rui might feel a hand on hers where she grips so tightly to her PDA.  [ My father?/? tell me ]  "... sometimes..."  And she may see slender fingers pressing upon that PDA.  [ My father?/? tel ]  "... your obsessive fixation..."  [ My father? ]  "... really just makes me..."  [ ]  "... feel sick to my stomach~."  [ no ]  The smile that crosses Daisuke Itami's lips is so wide that it makes his eyes shut with the warmth of it.  Slowly, his hands drift away. "Now, about that job..."  --- Behind that flared-forward screen of her PDA, Rui's yellow eyes are fixed, aiming with the intensity of a firing squad. By the way she stands there, stiff and resolute, her other hand clasped down onto his desk as she practically leans over its mass to make her demand, the woman is not brooking argument. There are consequences for every action, and she makes it well known the consequences for mentioning her father so lightly in her presence. His deferring use of 'Ru-chan', the nickname that Miss Onishi so despises, makes her eyes narrow in clear warning, before she puncutates her demand with a fierce gesture of her PDA. Adamant, she begins to shake her head no, as if to tell him that she won't-- --glance entirely away, shocked, when his hand curl over hers. Her eyes widen in shocked silence, and Rui alternates fierce glances between Daisuke and the screen of her phone, watching as her text is slowly deleted from the screen. She begins to frown, then her attention is soundly stolen, and she takes the words 'obsessive' and 'fixation' as soundly as most people would a direct slap across the face. Incredulous outrage spreads across her face like a poison, the blood colouring her cheeks under her growing, mounting rage.  Her free hand, the one stamped flat against his desk, tries to curl her long fingers into the palm with a distinct scraping of her nails. How dare he. How DARE he... Repulsed, Rui snatches her hand away the instant Daisuke lets go, stepping furiously backward with a sharp inhale, allowing him only one second more of her baleful staring to glance back down on the screen. His parting message reads clearly across her face. No. Rui looks slowly back up. And it doesn't take a particularly telepathic man, or an observant man, or even a creative man to take one dead look straight into her eyes and know what she's thinking. She's thinking about how easy it would be for her to simply give his desk one, solid, forceful kick, and send it, the computer, the papers, and the man seated behind it straight out the window. Expressions like hers, they don't call so much a warning as they do a death sentence. But even death sentences can get pardoned, as Rui's dangerous staring ends as she closes her eyes and exhales out all of her fury in a silent exorcism. She can't lose her temper. She can't fail her father's expectations. She can't break her promise. It takes five seconds for Rui to find her bearings, and ten more to type her inevitable reply. [ What do you need me to do? ] Rui's razored stare adds an unsaid addendum to the message she's too polite to write. --- There are so many things that Daisuke could say to Rui to snuff out the growing outrage in her heart he sees so clearly reflected in her eyes. He could smother it entirely right now, with a simple line.  But he would like to nurture the toxic seed sown in her chest, instead.  Rui Onishi's hand snaps away. Daisuke Itami merely watches with smiling eyes as she reads the simple, two-letter message. He does not say a word. He just watches as her gaze lifts. Watches as she levels death upon him.  Watches as she contemplates how easy it would be to take a life like his.  It takes five seconds for Daisuke's smile to die, and ten more for him to level a bland stare at her PDA. He looks up. And his expression is still monumentally bland when he speaks again:  "Arara. You should feel lucky looks can't kill, Ru-chan!  "Well, most of the time, anyway."  Daisuke stands with such a swift motion it might seem like he wasn't even sitting to begin with. He slips a hand into his pocket, fishing around for several seconds before he pulls something free, and thrusts it directly into Rui's face almost as a reflection of her previous actions: a simple thumb drive.  "I've been hired to look into a certain dorm at Gekkoukan High. Unfortunately, I'm a little too busy and just don't care about the case," not true, "so I've given it to Endachin so he can expand his horizons a little. Unfortunately, I think Endachin might be a little too personable for this kind of client," whatever that means, "so I'd like for you to act as the go between for them. You'll be receiving any information Endachin gets and delivering it to the client directly -- and you'll also be reporting that information back to me.  "And everything else you might discover." Daisuke, whether the thumb drive is taken or not, will turn at this point. He walks around his desk towards Rui's, and pokes at the top of his tenderly crafted cake. Chocolate icing smears across his index finger as he speaks.  "The client's name is, ah... Kichiro Higa-san, I believe. He's a surgeon. Well, the relevant data is all in that file anyway, so you don't need to hear it from me.  "You just need to pretend to be human every now and then." He turns to flash Rui a smile that is far too promising.  "Simple, right~?"  --- Lips curling slightly, Rui tips her head back reflexively as he proffers her a small object, her narrowing eyes recognizing it as a small computer flash drive. With a slight, unspoken scowl, she takes it swiftly from his hand, before her nerves force her backward to give both of them room. Partially because she cannot stand to be within her employer's presence when her blood is this hot, and partially because she can't trust herself to be. Rui would like to pretend she possesses no such thing as a temper, would love to pretend she holds totally mastery over her own anger and cannot lose herself into her own fury until all she sees is bright, white-hot rage, but even there are limits to her powers of delusion. Obsessive fixation... how dare he equate her loyalty to her father to something as base as that. As if he wants to corrupt the only love she's ever received in her life. To say that is to insult the man who loves her. Anyone else, she knows she could be tempted... Her thoughts reflecting sourly inside her half-hooded, waspy eyes, Rui stares them down at the drive held in the palm of her hand. Unresponsive to most of Daisuke's genial exposition, she frowns bemusedly at it, almost in consideration, before-- Did she just hear him right? The name earns Rui's full attention, the surprise enough that, for the moment, she completely forgets her own anger. Kichiro Higa. Dr. Higa? She knows that name. She knows the man. He was the one who treated her. She was so sick that night, but she remembers it in pieces, remembers how carefully he handled her, remembers how she looked up in his face and thought he was-- Rui's hand closes over the flash drive, as though a silent decision has been made. She's not looking at Daisuke as he turns an eely glance on her, the expression on her face more than a few miles away. She nods absently with his words, her face blank save for the strange way she blushes across the cheeks. --- Daisuke Itami knows. For someone like Rui Onishi, feeling genuine emotion of her own-- --is probably the worst sort of thing to feel. Whether it is rage...  (A flush of pink exposes itself on Rui Onishi's cheeks.)  ... or infatuation.  Which is why he treasures each one she shows so dearly.  But it is perhaps fortunate for Rui that Daisuke seems to turn an apparent blind eye to her unusual reaction to her words. That anger is instantly mollified by a fond memory. Daisuke merely smirks, and lifts his fondant-covered index finger to his lips.  "I'm glad you agree~."  It tastes wonderful.  An exasperated sigh is heaved from Daisuke's lungs. He lifts his hands in the air as if in rueful defeat. "Ahh, alas, alas! I wanted to spend the entire day celebrating Ru-chan's birthday, but I'm too busy to waste my time on frivolous things you don't even care about! We'll have to do it next year, won't we?" he asks, like a promise.  "I'm going to be in Inaba for the rest of the week on a job. Well, I guess it's partly for 'my hobby' too, but we can keep that secret between each other, can't we?" Daisuke looks back at Rui. "Like friends would~.  "I'll let you take care of the office in the meantime! Don't forget, I need all the information that Endachin uncovers and any information you find yourself. You could say 'that's an order' but I hate being so strict about these things!"  Rui might be lost still in her ruminations when a slender hand falls to clap her on the shoulder in a light pat.  "I'm putting my faith in your abilities, Ru-chan~."  Unless stopped, Daisuke turns then to leave his own office in Rui's hands. It is only when he gets to the door that he pauses.  His fingertips rest gently on the doorknob as he realizes something. He does not even deign to look back at Rui when he speaks again.  "Oh, by the way...  "It's a good thing you didn't give in to those emotions you're not supposed to have and tried to torture the information out of me or something. I mean, the superficial reasons why should be pretty obvious! But..."  Daisuke Itami grins. It is a grin full of unchecked cruelty and malice.  "... Your father made one very clear request to me about that package. I can't remember the exact words, but I'm pretty sure they went something like, uh...  "'Until told otherwise, Rui Onishi is not to know the details surrounding this job.'"  He forgot to give her one last present. For her birthday.  "I wonder what /that/ means? Hm, hm! Well, I guess you can ask him yourself--  "If you don't mind betraying your faith in him a little bit, anyway~."  And by the time Rui may look over, the door will already be shutting with a soft yet resounding click.  Leaving her with nothing but her thoughts as company on her birthday.  --- Very carefully, the young woman pockets the flash drive, already treating the device with extraordinary care. She's not sure how a kind man like Dr. Higa has attracted the interest of Daisuke, but Rui supposes she'll discover the reasons soon enough. Glancing up from her thoughts, she imparts her employer a needly look, following his movement with his eyes in that cautious way people watch the flightpaths of annoying, stinging insects. Daisuke's talk of next year earns him the most glorious gift of Rui's visible repulsion. For the most of his dialogue, his would-be bodyguard stands there silently, still on the spot, accepting his words with little fight. But it's his mention of secrets that stutters Rui's frowning a little, her expression going briefly pensive, almost peaceful. It makes her remember that secret Nagisa told her, confessing a night ago to her that she was dying. Daisuke hasn't the slightest clue, and in that moment Rui feels a strange sense of power in the knowledge that there is something she knows something that he doesn't. If Rui were a more spiteful person, or someone who allowed herself to be a person at all, she'd consider using that knowledge as a weapon. But she doesn't, doesn't even consider it, and simply lets that rare instant of control be the only salve for her anger. But she wants to see the day come when he learns that she knew something he didn't. Rui thinks she wants to see the look on his face when that happens. '...by the way...' Stolen from her thoughts, she spares him a venomous look, before her expression drops its guard, disarmed on the spot when Rui sees the poison in Daisuke's smile for what it is. Eyes widened, she can only stare helplessly as he pulls his last dagger, and turns her own father's supposed words on her. The door closes. Rui is left staring at it in total, devastated disbelief. Her father said that? Why would he say such a thing? Why would her father-- Father... Letting her head bow forward, her long hair disguising her features, Rui lifts one hand to brush her fingertips across he choker around her neck. Her hand closes over her throat. The cake collapses.

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Transformers: Multiverse #14 - "CSI: Cybertron"

Originally posted on February 28th, 2013

Story - Mario Coleman Art - Rui Onishi Colours - Liam Shalloo Letters - HdE Edits - wadapan

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wada sez: On deviantART, Mario acknowledged that Perceptor’s characterisation here isn’t really remotely similar to how he’s been portrayed in any prior media; historically, he speaks with loquacious verbosity and never uses idioms. Really, this feels more like a Prowl or Nightbeat strip. Now, the version of the comic you’ve just read above is actually edited from the strip as originally posted (see below), which featured some blatant coloring errors on Liam Shalloo’s part; presumably, the script for this one would’ve called for a generic Autobot in the second panel with Ratchet, and Fracas (Scourge’s Targetmaster partner) in the final panel, but presumably Liam never got the script, leading him to color these characters as the Decepticon Hun-Gurrr and the Autobot Scattershot, cross-factional counterparts who have no reason to be in this story. Onishi appears to have drawn Fracas using the erroneous character model from classic ‘80s fiction; I expect that Shalloo misinterpreted the artwork as depicting Scattershot, (who he broadly resembles, particularly with the back-mounted gun barrel), then picked Hun-Gurrr for the second panel due to his prior association with Scattershot. I’m not sure who Onishi intended that background character to be, if anyone, but the details look fairly specific; for my corrected version of the strip, I’ve colored him as Fastlane, who has those wheels on the backs of the shoulders. It’s a shame that the strip as originally posted had all these little issues muddying the story, because I think the core premise here of a Targetmaster howdunnit that asks “what if the murder weapon transformed and hid itself” is really good, and Onishi’s art is gorgeous as always.

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Transformers: Multiverse #10 - "Just Good Friends"

Originally posted on January 15th, 2013

Story - Mario Coleman Art - Rui Onishi Colours - Liam Shalloo Letters - HdE

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wada sez: This strip plays into an oddity from the original Sunbow cartoon; in The Transformers: The Movie, Hot Rod and Arcee are shown flirting onscreen for most of the film, but in the show’s third season, with Hot Rod’s narrative role having shifted with his transformation into Rodimus Prime, Arcee was instead typically written to have a closer connection with Springer. Mario Coleman offered this scintillating bit of behind-the-scenes commentary on this one: “I hate, hate, HATE the friend zone. I wrote this from experience unfortunately.” This strip just about predates widespread awareness of incel culture. Meanwhile, Onishi specifically noted having drawn the Dinobots into this strip out of love for their depiction in the show’s third season. That big looming hulk in the final panel is a rare appearance of Broadside, drawn to match his pre-final character models based on an early toy prototype. With this strip, Multiverse celebrated having ten pieces published. See below for clean inks.

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Transformers: Shattered Glass Comics - "Farewell"

Originally posted on May 12th, 2012

Story - Wout Jut Art - Rui Onishi Colours - Philip Knott Edits - Paul Vromen, King Wrench

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wada sez: Get ready for a week of Wout Jut comics! These one-page strips were collected on deviantART with a mockup cover based on this strip. Only one of them was actually published as a Mosaic, but I expect most of the others were intended for the project before its cancellation. Shattered Glass Elita-One repurposed the Cybertron Override GTS figure; this strip gives her an original aerial mode. See below for tons of ancillary material for this one.

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Transformers: Mosaic #601 - "A Duty To Life"

Originally posted on May 19th, 2011

Story - Martin Fisher Art - Rui Onishi Colours - Josh Burcham Letters - Dave Reynolds

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wada sez: I believe Full-Tilt is a favorite of Rui Onishi’s, which would explain his appearance here. Unusually for Fisher, this strip doesn’t slavishly recreate the character’s Budiansky bio—which reads “First Aid hates seeing a machine in pain - even if the machine itself is unaware that it's hurting. He's been known to fix broken street lamps and administer water to overheated cars on his travels.”—and instead establishes a more grounded ethical dilemma seemingly inspired by the medical principle of “do no harm”. I can only assume that in the final panels, First Aid accidentally sets the cure down on an inclined surface, causing it to promptly roll off and shatter on the floor. Whoops! Clean inks, sketches for the strip, and a painting based on one of the panels are all included below.

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Transformers: Mosaic #597 - "Scattered"

Originally posted on May 2nd, 2011

Story - Martin Fisher Art - Rui Onishi Colours - Yu Hye Shim Letters - Dave Reynolds

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wada sez: Scattershot’s original Bob Budiansky bio says: “This brawling, bragging berserker's idea of strategy is to wade into a Decepticon patrol with all barrels blazing and not withdraw until he's out of ammo or out of enemies, whichever comes first. And he expects his followers to do the same.” Ratchet dryly remarking that Scattershot’s words to his followers are hypocritical is funny to me, considering the very first sentence of that bio is: “Scattershot leads by his actions, not his words.” In the first narration box, a little header reads “TK5: C-86″. C-86 is his Takara ID number, with TK5 being the number of the Technobots as a unit. Clean inks and colors below, along with a preview of tomorrow’s strip.