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paipayaseeds · 3 years

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Before Angie had been about to respond to Shuichi,

The girl began to laugh cheering, climbing down from the table with surprising grace and strolling up to the tall astronaut. Her eerie smile still on here face.

"Dear Momota.. The Atua can tell when one is in love you know, like a mother knowing a child's darkest secrets." as if it hadn't been possible, her smile would widen once more and boop his nose, walking back to the table to rest on it, looking up at the ceiling.

"If you were to watch over Anya, and she happened to be the chef of the crab pot, you'd listen to whatever she had to say like a lost little puppy. The love you store for her over balances your morals.. So!" Angie sat up, another giggle escaping her before pointing to Kokichi and Rantaro.

"The Atua has decided that you watch over Kokichi and Rantaro, meanwhile, Himiko and Shuichi will watch Kibo!.."

"Hey ya crazy slut! Quit degrading Kaito and list your fucking reasons already damn it! I wanna fucking sleep!" The girl genius announced, an obvious annoyed face gracing her features. If Angie had been more expressive, it probably would show annoyance. Though the only thing that was an indicator of that was her rapid blinking at the girl.

"..The Atua actually informed me... That Miu shall monitor Rantaro."

"WHAT?! I DON'T WANNA WATCH THAT AVOCADO FUCKBOY-"

"Yoohoo! For reason of my candidates.. Kibo is a robot? For what we are aware, he could be serving as the masterminds camera or contact without our knowledge. Kibo's 'Inner voice ' could be the mastermind jumping in to sabotage or steer us in the wrong direction you know?, Nyahaha! "

Kaede would frown, the fact that age couldn't argue with that logic was frustrating. Angie's plan was a good one but.. It came at an expensive cost,

Trust.

She didn't want to start suspecting people.

Ryoma would simply watch.

"She.. She does make a good point.. Sorry Keebs."Kaede would mumble, The Artist smiling in delight.

"Kokichi Ouma! Due to us still not knowing Anya's attempted killer, and his recent threats, he's not only a suspect.. But!-"The white haired girl once again began walking, pinching Kokichi's cheek before he'd gaze into his eyes with her piercing blue ones.

"You were listening in on our talk were you Kokichi, yes? And you enjoy the killing game? Kokichi could be.. The traitor!" Backing away from him, she'd happily cheer, Korekiyo rolling his eyes I'm humour. It was rather adorable in a way to see Angie practically scare the others a bit with her sudden.. Seriousness?

Was she serious?.. Yeah she was.

"And finally.. The siblings. Rantaro and Anya's involvement with the hidden door is.. Quite concerning. Anya surviving could be a form of immunity.. And Amami is her right hand man.. Or the roles are reversed. Unless there's something that can eliminate Anya isn't scheming, as the holy vessel of the divines, I, Angie Yonaga, declare this time be ruled!"

'Are we in a court now..? '

"Korekiyo and I will be dealing with Anya's maintenance--"

"I did it!"

Kaede would stand in front of her classmates, already bowing as if she'd been confessing, her body shivering. This act raised a questioning brow from the artist.

"Oh?"

"You did what, titless?! A porno? A glory hole experience? Ooh, the good ole-"

"Miu I say this with whatever patience I have in this shortened body of mine... Stop. Talking."Miu would mumble angrily to herself before watching the scene.

"I mean.. I'm the reason why.. Why..

Why Anya almost died."

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okay I love rping as Angie now because AA-

Rantaro could feel his patience thinning as Miu ran her mouth, pursing his lips as he tried not to think about the fact Miu would have to monitor him.

As Kaede further explained the cryptic meaning of her words, Rantaro felt as if his heart nearly threw up. "I beg your pardon?" Rantaro faced Kaede, an unreadable emotion hidden behind his very small, 'patient' smile.

Shuichi whipped his head towards Kaede, shock and disbelief dawned over his features. "K- Kaede?"

With his voice cracking from the strong sense of betrayal he had felt, Shuichi's eyes remained wide in shock, glued onto the pianist. He gulped, certainly, she wouldn't have done that out of bad intention, right? She wasn't the mastermind, that wasn't possible — but did that mean she just wanted to kill? No, that can't be right- He trusted her, that wasn't a mistake, right? The talk with trust and friendship, and escaping; was that all a lie?

Shuichi's voice had lowered in pitch and tone, questioning too many things at once. "But- ... Why would...?" For the love of everything that is holy, Shuichi couldn't think of a reason why she would try and kill Anya; his heart had been palpitating, affecting his thought process greatly.

Kokichi rubbed the sore spot on his cheek, face seemingly unfazed as if he already knew. Though his blank expression soon shifted into one of anger as he suddenly threw his finger at her, "Well hey! That's not fair! Why should we be punished for her actions!? It was all Kaede's fault then!" Kokichi spewed; as if not considering the fact that, even without the near-death Anya experienced, he wouldn't have gotten accused.

Kokichi's face contorted into too many expressions to count, lips flapping as he spoke in an overly dramatic manner. "I knew it from the moment she forced us all to the tunnel thing! No doubt about it, she's trying to sabotage us-!"

Despite Rantaro's silent rage, even he sighed from the irritancy and absurdity of Kokichi's words.

"Hold on! Kaede, it's fine! There's no reason to lie! It was the mastermind's doing; blame the mastermind!" Kaito defended, ignoring the feeling of his own heart, ache from betrayal and betrayal; he still decided to believe in her. Because... There's simply no way she could've done that, because- because it didn't happen. It didn't hurt to believe that, right? Anya ended up surviving anyway.

Kokichi grimaced, seriously contemplating how much Angie despised Kokichi to try and make the moron, Kaito, monitor him. "God, you're literally the dumbest person alive." Kokichi's 'rage' somehow dissipated into thin air, as if he hadn't been screaming at the top of his lungs not one minute ago — it was like Kaito's stupidity had somehow doused the fire of his words.

With the detective's voice as fragile as a glass doll, he approached her, hesitance laced within each step. "Kaede... Is that the truth? Are you..? Are you lying?" A small part of him already knew that she hadn't been lying; if Kokichi of all people, deemed it the truth, then...-

But even so, Shuichi refused to believe it. The truth- who cared? It didn't matter. His eyes had practically been begging for Kaede to say it was just a lie, a harmless lie she told, so they could all get along.

#i got chills homie #mod chia #rp #RantAnya

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itticklesme · 7 years

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21 March 2011 Whatever became of the things I let go of? She said that she threw away my Barbie townhouse. When I close my eyes...and I do often....I try to remember the things that made my childhood mine. It seems like a million days ago that my brother slipped into my room when the heat lightning began. He knew it frightened me so. It took seconds after the first thunder of a storm before he was breathing heavily next to me. "S'gonna be ok Sarah." "Thanks Keeb." Cinnamon raisin toast. I rarely take the time to make it anymore. The smell of it brings back my Grandmother in her housecoat...padding around the kitchen in her slippers. She was from the generation that never ever went barefooted...even in their own house. Butter went on everything when I was a child. I remember bakeries on many street corners. And my family always put butter on the underside of their danish. They have gone missing as well...bakeries. Early one Saturday morning, Leo and I decided to do as my father and I used to do when I was his age. We went out to get some pastries. We drove around for over an hour looking for a bakery. My dad used to take us down North Avenue and let us pick out two donuts. Just two. I would always pick something covered in finger licking crunchy sparkly sugar. With supermarkets on every corner...bakeries are no longer necessary. Such is life...self serve and nothing with sprinkles. We used to run the neighborhood. My father worked third shift and if we were not in school...she locked the screen door with threats of what would happen if we rang the doorbell. She would ring a cowbell when it was lunch time. We always knew when she wanted us....hard stomps on the floor or that cowbell. We made our rounds of the neighbors gardens and swing sets. I was the only girl. Hanging out with the boys always came easier. They always tell it like it is...hang onto less. Yesterday's fight was today's laughter...if it was remembered at all. Climbing out onto the roof outside my bedroom windows. I would kill my children if they attempted such idiocy. Much worse, we slathered on baby oil to bake in the sun. I must have looked so foolish...never remembered to turn over and the back side of me was as pale as the underside of a frog. That is what comes with white blonde hair...so pale. What happened to that as well? The white blond curls. I have one, you know. My Mumma saved it for me...in a music box. Television was different when I was a kid. Cartoons were mostly for Saturdays and certain channels only came in black and white. After school specials dealt with studying too hard and not eating right. Or, maybe some kid drank when his parents were not home. I cannot imagine what an after school special would show now. Having my own children, I almost don't want to know. It is no wonder they gave up on them...the problems became too big to fix with anything less than rehab of some sort. Some of the toys are the same. Kills me when I walk the aisles of Target to see Strawberry Shortcake, My Pretty Pony, and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I wonder what she did with my Holly Hobbie Oven. You can still cook food with a light bulb...I just had forgotten how bad it tasted. Yeah, we used to run all over the neighborhood. The circumference of that area was about a mile. Play dates involved ringing a doorbell and asking if their kid was home. Engraved invitations go out these days. And my children must be within sight at most times...or I cannot breathe. I am too aware of the news...and what the freaks of the world do to children. Was my Mumma as aware? Or, did she just not really give a crap? Was she flying by the seat of her pants? She also stuffed tons of choking toys in with me when I slept...and nothing happened. "You turned out just fine." I remember many mornings or afternoons, sitting quietly by as she and her girlfriend drank coffee and gossiped. I never knew what time it was really...before lunch or after. If I kept my mouth shut, they forgot I was there. Many wonderful gripe sessions took place. I felt as if I were a grown up...being allowed to witness such conversations. Mumma always treated equally to some degree. We had a say and it mattered...unless it went against hers. Mouths were washed out with soap. Bottoms were spanked and wrists held firmly. And, the wooden spoon almost always sat next to her plate at dinner time. Sassiness was rewarded with a smack of some sort. I have never spanked my children. Negotiations go on regularly...as well as sassiness. "He is such a character." Some things will never change. I still spend most of my life barefooted...even when it is not summer. Am smiling with my shoes somewhere under my desk and my feet tucked up under me. Sleepy thunderstorms in the middle of the night scare me and I wish that I had someone to make it better. I have my own DSi...and Ninja Turtles. I am partial to Leonardo...go figure? When it starts to rain, the beasts and I run outside to watch the lightning and laugh at the thunder. I will never be too old for puddle splashing. My children are treated as individuals with an opinion that matters. Even if it does differ from mine. I will never wash their mouths out with a bar of Lava Soap, but I am happy to tell them that their Mimi was cruel and did it to me. And, I will call the police if I have to. "Do you want to go to jail?" Is funny...last night Leo came down to watch the movie I was watching, Morning Glory. "Mumma...is that Han Solo?" "Yeah." "Man...he got old. Where is his blaster gun?" "Some things change Leo. That is what happened to Han Solo thirty years later." "Mannnnnnnnnnn. That sucks." "Yeah. Everyone grows up."

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