Kiyotaka Ishimaru [石丸清多夏] (
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[TEXT / ACTION] all all apologies
[It had been a long month of ups and downs. Mostly downs. While Hajime was able to pull Kiyotaka out of a state of self-loathing depression after his failure to bring about change to the school and subsequent removal from the Disciplinary Committee, the drawn-out tantrum that followed was a complete trainwreck for anyone unfortunate enough to come across "Ishida." But the raging emotions had taken their toll on him mentally while the few intense fights he got into wore him down physically, and eventually young Vivian finally talked him down from the brink of virtual insanity, still believing in him even after his attempts to push her away.
The first thing he did when he parted ways with his former partner was crash in one of the temporary dorms for half a day. Then he grabbed whatever he could from the cafeteria and filled his stomach, though it took a lot less to get the job done than it felt like he was going to need. Full and somewhat-rested, but still sore and emotionally exhausted, he sat alone in what used to be the Disciplinary Committee's meeting room with his hands folded on the table in front of him, in deep reflection for well over an hour.
He needed to apologize to people, that much was certain. It was also a sure thing that an apology wasn't enough, and he feared that there was no way to even begin mending the damage he'd done with certain people. But... he had to try. That was all he could do. Even if he had no idea how, there was no way he could just sit and do nothing. He was through running away; he settled on that much when he stopped hiding behind Ishida.
If only the people he most wanted advice from weren't among those he needed to speak to in the first place.
Just how many people did he need to reach out to, anyway? His memories of the past month were clouded by anger and regret, the things that broke his heart most standing out a lot more than some smaller incidents which no doubt were in just as much need of atonement. The network seemed like a good start, he decided. Efficient and wide-reaching.
And so, from a terminal in the library:]
I understand that there is no excuse for my recent behaviour. I will do everything in my power to make up for any trouble I have caused.
I must also announce that I am no longer a hall monitor or the head of the Disciplinary Committee. This has been the case for several weeks. Do not think that means that you have free reign to cause chaos.
[Yeah, but chaos is gonna happen anyway, AS USUAL.
Anyway, with that done, he lingers in the library for a little while before beginning the trek back to his dorm. He's been dreading going back for the first time since Valentine's Day, but it can't be avoided any longer. Unless he runs into someone else along the way.]
The first thing he did when he parted ways with his former partner was crash in one of the temporary dorms for half a day. Then he grabbed whatever he could from the cafeteria and filled his stomach, though it took a lot less to get the job done than it felt like he was going to need. Full and somewhat-rested, but still sore and emotionally exhausted, he sat alone in what used to be the Disciplinary Committee's meeting room with his hands folded on the table in front of him, in deep reflection for well over an hour.
He needed to apologize to people, that much was certain. It was also a sure thing that an apology wasn't enough, and he feared that there was no way to even begin mending the damage he'd done with certain people. But... he had to try. That was all he could do. Even if he had no idea how, there was no way he could just sit and do nothing. He was through running away; he settled on that much when he stopped hiding behind Ishida.
If only the people he most wanted advice from weren't among those he needed to speak to in the first place.
Just how many people did he need to reach out to, anyway? His memories of the past month were clouded by anger and regret, the things that broke his heart most standing out a lot more than some smaller incidents which no doubt were in just as much need of atonement. The network seemed like a good start, he decided. Efficient and wide-reaching.
And so, from a terminal in the library:]
I understand that there is no excuse for my recent behaviour. I will do everything in my power to make up for any trouble I have caused.
I must also announce that I am no longer a hall monitor or the head of the Disciplinary Committee. This has been the case for several weeks. Do not think that means that you have free reign to cause chaos.
[Yeah, but chaos is gonna happen anyway, AS USUAL.
Anyway, with that done, he lingers in the library for a little while before beginning the trek back to his dorm. He's been dreading going back for the first time since Valentine's Day, but it can't be avoided any longer. Unless he runs into someone else along the way.]
aaaaacktshun
It's been a while since anyone's opened this door but him...]
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ON A SERIOUS NOTE
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...
::REACTION::
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LIBRARY ACTION
and she sees this post which is so un... kiyotaka-like that mukuro was concerned. so concerned that she forgot that normal people used doors and corridors and hallways. she jumped through the trees and slid into the library first, where she entered through the open window high up. she travelled on the tops of library shelves before she managed to find a familiar crop of black hair and kiyotaka's frame at a computer.
she took no qualms in sitting on the shelf hanging above his head. kiyotaka might notice if he looks up, that she's sitting cross legged and staring at him quite intently. ]
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[text]
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lame
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MYSTERIOUS ANON HACKERS
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Hey.
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not a joke tag
1/???
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I LIED I HAVE ONE MORE TO ADD
1/2
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Oh--
[For him, it only took a glance to immediately see the difference from Kiyotaka's destructive spirit before. Hajime stopped in his tracks, relief slamming over him in a heavy wave. For just a few moment he stares, floored by the sight of a normal spirit.
Well, more normal, at least, not to where Kiyotaka had been before, but--then the waves of guilt and regret set in.]
I'm... glad to see you're doing better.
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okay but what if this one isn't a joke tag
WHAT IF....
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text.
Disciplinary Committee.
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[text]
When Ishimaru's message came up on the network BBS, Pulse took great notice. While he had been out to handle yet another spate of cyber threats on the FDC metropolitan area network, he had been missing out on so many things going on in the real world. Pulse still didn't know Ishumaru all that well, but he was one of the few people he felt like he was on the same wavelength with... and nowadays, he was probably the only one left at the school. He still wasn't very good at socializing, but he needed to get to know Ishimaru more.
Reading over the message, Pulse began to feel concerned, wondering what could have happened to cause Ishimaru to lose his position. Maybe this wasn't the best time to try to approach him. He was already aware of the small group of people at the school who already knew Ishimaru from elsewhere and spoke to him often; since he already had close friends here, he would be better off going to them with his problems... right?
Nevertheless...]
Ishimaru, is there anything I can do to help?
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[rushed text]
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[Video]
What the hell happened?!
[Do you remember this guy?]
[text for life]
[Video]
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OUCH MY FUCKING HEART
private-o
[Granted, he was still too hesitant to let Alter Ego out thanks to unmentionable incidents, but Kiyotaka was still a friend and he was still concern of him.]
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Ishimaru IS Inuyasha
DON'T DO THIS CHRIS
YOU CAN'T STOP ME
EDITS BECAUSE I FORGOT ABOUT THE TEXT THING
great jearb, shorky
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late but WHO CARES??? (sob)/ text
Then it just made him disappointed.]
So...you're just gonna quit doin' what you did before? Is that what you want?
I CARE, NEVER TAGGING AGAIN
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