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do-deca-dangit · 12 days
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HII any info on black square in the remix au?? I've been pretty intrigued in this au!!! i think its really cool!!
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Honestly, not much different than his vanilla counterpart: desperate enough to be roped into the wrong crowd, unbelievably scared and pressured over how people percieve it, etc. i remember headcanoning that he would have an ability to blend into shadowy/shady areas but i wanna make that more mundane (hes just a very good hider if he finds a dark spot. master of stealth)
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sodapackyuri · 6 months
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6: ALLIANCE ah yes queerplatonic partners and their daughter who forced them to adopt her
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sharkandjellyfishliker · 10 months
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I WATCHED OSO 7 AND AND
Um GUARNAFFITTI BEING TOGEHTER 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️
Also cologne being nervous af bcuz of black zsquare 😭
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oscconfessions · 15 days
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the best type of object show characters are the mute ones. teardrop bfdi. stone hfjone. polaroid burner. black square and blob oso. need I go on?
-comet anon
p.s. I kinda hate that they got rid of woody’s speech disability
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nev-triple6 · 1 month
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Oso Vote result! (2/15)
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have them before i hop off the pc
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I dont know if I wanna start posting here again but like yeah you should see this
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uwukawaii365 · 2 years
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OSO 6
After finsishing this i realize i forgot to put the cologne line... :(
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The Original
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igotsnothing · 2 months
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Thank you for the tag @alinelie! This was fun and super cute!
Two OCs. Two bags. One bad attitude.
Let's go:
what's in my oc's bag? (picrew) vessel
Gideon and Sasha
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Sasha: Why do people need to know? What's in YOUR bag, huh?
Gideon: Calm down. It's supposed to be for fun. Do you want to play or not?
Sasha: Fine. You first.
Gideon: I don't normally carry a bag. Pretty much everything I need to do can be done digitally. But sometimes, if I am going to be offsite or there's a conference, I have this:
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A Tom Ford leather messenger bag, Prada black leather gloves, Loro Piana vicuña scarf, Mont Blanc pen, an Hermès handkerchief, some tissues, my phone, computer, earpods, some change for incidentals, mints, Augustinius Bader lipbalm, the keycards to my apartment and office, a pair of Cartier glasses-
Sasha: Vampires need glasses?
Gideon: -My eyes can get tired if I have been looking at a computer screen for too long- and some cold-pressed plasma fruit juice. Your turn, kitten.
Sasha: Don't call me that.
Gideon: My feisty kitten.
Sasha: F*ck you.
Gideon: See? So fierce!
Sasha: Ok. Welcome to MY bag:
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A Super Sim Saver Shopper reusable bag that Big Oso, the homeless guy near my house, gifted me for giving him a cigarette. My phone. It's about four years old and works perfectly fine, except that sometimes the sound cuts out randomly when you are playing music or on a phone call and the bottom right of the screen- like, the pixels are kinda f*cked up? It's OK, though.
Gideon: ...Do you want me to get you a new phone?
Sasha: This works fine.
Gideon: *Eye roll*
Sasha: I have my cigarettes and my zippo lighter.
Gideon: I thought you were trying to quit.
Sasha: I am, but it's wasteful to just throw it out! Then I have some change that some VERY GENEROUS customers left as tips for me at the diner. Next time I see them, I'm gonna-
Gideon: Um...Moving right along.
Sasha: This is an empty RadBull can. I think someone left it at the diner and we were closing and Hector told me to bus the damn table just as we were locking up, so I just tossed it into my bag. I should chuck it. Sh*t! I think it leaked a little! Oh, and this is the keycard to Gideon's. I keep it safe in this little pocket here.
Gideon: *Can't help grinning, pleased.*
Sasha: And these are some pretty leaves I saw on the ground at the Square in the Spice Quarter.
Gideon: That's really sweet, Sasha.
Sasha: Shut up! Now I'm going to smoke them! Oh, and there is a mechanical pencil and an eraser. Those are Tito's. I really should return them.
Gideon: That was fun, no?
Sasha: Wanna switch bags?
Gideon: [Chuckling] Do I get to keep you if I get the bag?
Sasha: Yeah...Whatever...*Finally cracks a rare smile.*
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taiyiwu · 4 months
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Original myth of La Vijanera:
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In ancient Rome, a group of residents wearing different masks, animal skins and brightly colored clothes played characters such as "La Pepa" (the symbol of the Spanish Constitution), "Madame" and "the Old man" in an open-air theatrical performance. All the figures symbolize different things, and as they parade through the village, they stop from time to time to entertain the people following them. After several performances such as the reading of "Las Copas," in which international and local issues of the previous year are recounted in poetry and satirical language, the celebration ends with the capture of a bear in the so-called "zamarracos."
Wikipedia contributors. "La Vijanera." Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia. Wikimedia Foundation, Inc. 3 December 2023. Web. 8 December 2023. <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Vijanera>
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Los zarramacos wear sheepskin and weevils hats, in addition to wearing a face painted black, and during the year will drive away the evil spirits of jingling bells tied to their bodies. Its mission is to expel the souls of these towns, which are reaching their limits, a tradition that points to something much older, probably from Roman times. Then they gathered in the town square and read out verses that addressed everything that was going on in the world in popular language and tone, from humor to cruelty.
After several performances such as the recital of "Las Copas," in which international and local issues of the previous year are recounted in poetry and satirical language, the celebration ends with the capture of a bear by the so-called "zamarracos" (one of the participants dressed as such animals).
"La Vijanera Festival." Spain.info, https://www.spain.info/en/calendar/fiestas-la-vijanera/. Accessed 8 December 2023.
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In ancient caves, Oso incarnates evil and is the bearer of the souls of the dead. Their departure marked the beginning of spring and the end of winter. If he goes out and sees that it is dark and it is a new moon, he will fart and release the spirits of the dead...... On the other hand, if it is a full moon, he will return to the cave again and continue to sleep for forty days, thus prolonging the winter. That's why it's so important for him to go out and see everything that's dark.
zarramacos represent the forces of good, and they capture Oso until they eventually kill it. He would try to blend in with the people, but his struggle with the animals was constant, and his face was blackened as he rolled in all the pools and puddles on the road.
No specific author. "El Oso y el Amo." Vijanera, https://www.vijanera.com/portfolio-items/el-oso-y-el-amo/. Accessed 8 December 2023.
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At the end of the year, Los brancos went back to the cave to hunt bears. When he returned to town, he was asked whether he wanted war or peace. If he wanted peace, they hugged and danced together, and if he asked for war, they fought with fists and stones.
No specific author. "La Vijanera en Silio, Cantabria." VIPavi, https://www.vipavi.es/la-vijanera-silio-cantabria/. Accessed 8 December 2023.
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The Roman god Janus presided over La Vijanera, Janus is the door. On this day the evil bear was captured by the warriors from the cave, and the calf was born, because there were no more bears. Good triumphed over evil, and the day meant "the door between two years."
No specific author. "La Vijanera, Bien de Interés Cultural Inmaterial." Vijanera, https://www.vijanera.com/2021/la-vijanera-bien-interes-cultural-inmaterial/. Accessed 8 December 2023.
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meli-r · 8 months
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Redemption v2.2
I've finally dared to edit my first fic with scenes I always had in mind but didn't manage to add to the story. I'm also fixing the long descriptions I used to do years ago. It hurts my eyes to read how I used to write, even though I keep trying to improve my writing. The principal's dialogue didn't exist but I created it to better show an OC and her motivations. Feedback is greatly appreciated :)
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Sitting on the edge of a building, with a book in her hands and her gaze lost in the city, Yashiro thought about the challenges ahead as her gray eyes lingered on the tall, thin, imposing Public Safety Bureau building in the distance and the surrounding skyscrapers.
Getting to her feet, she walked to the rooftop door putting the book away and slung her backpack on her back. Then she stopped and turned around again, running to the edge and jumping towards a building two meters away below.
She kept running, jumping over air conditioning units installed to climate the building's interiors. She stopped at a narrow edge for several seconds before jumping over the next building, landing on her feet on a wall. Resting a hand on it to lower herself to the ground, she continued running down the outside hallway.
Crossing a door, she entered another empty hallway where she turned left, and walked to catch her breath. She opened another door and came to an all-white office, with synthetic plants and a column that read the name of a company. A man in a suit using his cell phone in front of a counter looked up at her.
Yashiro touched a button on the wall and waited for the elevator. A young woman sitting at the counter raised her head and looked at her from behind a glass, but it was the man who began to approach. When Yashiro entered the elevator with a quick movement, she pressed the sub-floor button. The man stopped and frowned at the sight of her beige skirt and white blouse crumpled as the door closed. Yashiro turned to the elevator mirror, tossing long strands of brown hair back.
Reaching the basement, she walked down another neat hallway until she reached the street. There was a lot of movement and noise in Tokyo at that time of the morning, and she mingled among the people crossing a small square and approaching the street. Cars were coming and going, and buildings had huge billboards with neon lights.
Finally, with quick, casual steps, she reached the entrance of the Oso Academy. At that moment, Yashiro felt alive, connected to every part of the city she had walked through. It was as if every jump and every movement had released something inside her. The school had walls and trees surrounding it and separating it from the city like a medieval fortress that contrasted with the modernism outside.
She hurried her pace, crossing the garden decorated by a central statue and returning the greetings of some students she met on her way. As Yashiro passed, people turned to watch her. Some would glare at her, suddenly wary. They could not explain why they did so. Two by two she climbed the steps of the wide staircase. The principal's office was medium-sized, with a dark gray floor and beige walls. The furniture was clean and in perfect condition. There was a bookshelf and some pictures related to the history of the academy. When Yashiro entered the room, the face framed by a light gray lock beard of the principal, who was dressed in a black suit, focused on her.
"Takahashi-san, thank you for coming. Please have a seat. We have some important matters we need to discuss."
The principal smiled, clasping his hands on his desk, but the silence lingered, waiting for an apology that never came. Yashiro gazed at the man standing at the side of the office. Wearing a black vest, red tie and white shirt, Touma Kouzaburou watched her with a serious expression, between brown locks that fell to the mole under his left eye. Taking a seat, she turned to the principal, who cleared his voice.
"First, we have noticed that you have been missing some exams without giving any justification and arriving late to class. This is not acceptable in our school, where a high level of discipline and responsibility is expected. You have always been an excellent student in all subjects, can you explain why this has been happening?"
“I have been busy with other projects and personal commitments. I take responsibility."
"I understand that we all face challenges in life. I appreciate your honesty about that. But it's important that you find a way to manage them without affecting your academic performance. We are here to support you, but you need to communicate with us if you face problems that affect your studies. You have been an exemplary student so far, and it would be a shame to see your performance suffer in these last few months. I urge you to strive to maintain academic excellence to the end."
The principal paused, but Yashiro's eyes prompted him to keep talking.
"In view of these circumstances, I believe it is necessary to take disciplinary measures to ensure that you understand the importance of attendance and punctuality. However, before making a decision, I would like to hear your opinion, Touma-kun."
“Takahashi-san is an excellent student, but she needs to be reminded that talent alone is helpless in life. The idea that talent can survive all obstacles is a childish fallacy. Success requires both talent and luck. And just like opportunities, luck must be constantly helped along and provided by someone. The rarest plants are usually the most fragile and the first to perish in the face of hardships,” Touma paused and turned to Yashiro. “It takes a tough skin to face existence. Imagine those rare plants struggling to survive in a harsh winter or being mercilessly swept away by the wind. Do you believe they can withstand such adversity, let alone grow? I think not.”
The principal looked at them for a few seconds, noticing how Yashiro was frowning with her gaze fixed on Touma.
"This brings us to the second matter I wanted to discuss. We have received information that you have been involved in a science club, even though you are not an official member. Is this true?"
“It is," Yashiro looked at the principal.
“And that you have been participating in some of their activities and research. The club has research interests in the psycho pass and have been questioning its efficacy.”
“That’s true.”
"All those ideas, who gave them to you? Anyway, I don't know whether to call it authentic style, contradicting not only the principles that this academy tries to instill but those of society. Some consider you a revolutionary, and you may think you are one yourself, but you're not even that... what you're doing is crazy, sorry to put it that way."
“It's okay, it doesn't bother me.”
“You may be pleased to know that at a past meeting there was a tiny group of teachers who stood up for you. Unfortunately, those who criticized the club's actions outnumbered the rest. Civics teacher Yamazaki made this a personal matter, going so far as to mention the expulsion of everyone involved. Please note that you have provoked Yamazaki-sensei more than once.”
“Yes, I did.”
"That's the problem. Your attitude to ethics and morals. You never gave it the necessary attention. And yet you are an excellent student in all other subjects. No one denies the importance of arithmetic, history and economics, but why ignore values, the more... human part, so to speak? It's true that technical and scientific subjects are crucial for your development in the academy and for your future career. However, we must also remember that ethics and morals play an essential role in society and in making fundamental decisions in life. While you may have differences with some professors on these subjects, it's important to find a balance and value the importance of ethical reflection in your future actions and choices.”
"Is it worth discussing my choice of subjects now?"
“I'm trying to help you. You must recognize that you have been warned several times before all this happened.”
“I know.”
The principal shifted in his chair. Yashiro's eyes were fixed on him politely, only it made him feel as if he was not in that room.
"I heard about certain concerns that arose among professors regarding the lack of consistency in your work. When you were given the freedom to choose style and subject matter, professors would approve your projects without knowing how to fit those… quirks into a larger context. But when you were given a particular style, they expected to see the reflection of that approach in your creations, and instead, they were met with your excessive and unpredictable interpretations that did not fit what was required.
"While your partner Kaneko-san, a member of the club, transformed surrealism into dull, passionless modern houses, displaying a cold and disconnected view of art, you chose extremist themes that reflect a lack of understanding about the importance of collectivity and general welfare. Would you say that's doing the job you were instructed to do or insubordination?"
“Insubordination.”
"We have considered giving you a chance because of your outstanding achievements in all other subjects, but when you turn national job creation and promotion of local industries into a criticism of Sibyl and isolationism policies... really, it's already too much. I must say that I am deeply concerned about the direction you are taking with your ideas. Your questioning approach goes against the fundamental principles on which our society is based.
"It’s important for you to understand that Sibyl is a system established to maintain peace and security in our community. Your suggestions to open up to the world and eliminate import substitution industrialization could have devastating consequences for our security and well-being, jeopardizing the order and stability we have built.
"Oso Academy is a place for learning and development, but it's also a place for discipline and respect for established institutions. Your extreme views can have a negative impact on our students and community cohesion. I urge you to reconsider your views and align yourself with the policies and values we have established at this institution, as well as understand the policies that govern our society, rather than blindly defying them. How do you expect to be passed after all this?"
“I never expected them to.”
"Kaneko-san said exactly the same thing. You also leave us no choice at this point. You probably have a grudge against us..."
“I don’t,” Yashiro replied coolly.
Touma looked at her. The principal blinked silently for a few seconds, until he leaned forward with a smile.
"It's not in your best interest to take that attitude, especially after what I have to say. Why don't you take a few days to rest and think about your actions? Then there may be a chance to admit you to the club, any club you like. No promises, but consider it. For a student with such a good academic record, it's a real opportunity."
"Why do you assume I want to join that club?" Yashiro responded.
"Huh? Well, most students join a club."
“I have nothing more to learn here.”
“Say again?”
"My reasons don't concern you."
"I don't understand you," the principal said firmly.
Touma slowly turned his head towards Yashiro, not taking his eyes off the principal.
"Takahashi-san," Touma's voice was soft, but it made her look at him. "Please refrain from making such comments."
“No. I want to hear it. Please, explain yourself.”
"I understand that you may be concerned about the reputation of the academy and the possible subsidies we receive, but truth and freedom of expression are fundamental to an education," explained Yashiro.
"How dare you question our sources of funding and stability?" the principal's eyes grew wider.
"Interests can have a significant impact on the academy and the decisions made. Not only in politics, but also in research and other areas. If a researcher or academic staff member has personal or professional interests that influence their perspective, this can affect the objectivity and impartiality of their actions.
"Let's imagine that an academic is conducting research on an important topic. If that researcher has personal or institutional interests that lead him to favor or endorse it, there's a possibility that his approach and conclusions are biased. There could be a tendency to present only those results that support its efficacy, while ignoring or minimizing those that question its validity or raise doubts about its performance.
"Moreover, a lack of transparency in the disclosure of potential conflicts of interest and the methodology used in research can undermine confidence in the findings and the integrity of the academy as a whole. That's why it's good to promote transparency, peer review and critical debate to ensure that research is rigorous, unbiased and based on solid evidence.
"As students, we are here to learn. We should not be afraid of debate and discussion, but embrace it as an opportunity for improvement. It's important to keep an open mind and be willing to consider different perspectives and approaches."
"I don't need lectures on how things work in the academy. You're just a student, and you don't have the experience or the full understanding of how decisions are made here."
“That doesn't invalidate my concerns about objectivity in the academy.”
"Your concerns are nothing more than the ramblings of an idealistic student. The academy has its own procedures and standards, and you won't be the one to question them," the principal shook his head.
"If seeking truth and honesty is unwise, then I'll gladly be so. I came here to learn. When presented with projects, what I value most is learning how to approach them as if they were real challenges, seeking meaningful and applicable solutions in the outside world. I have learned a lot, even in the subjects I don't pass."
"Are you saying you would seriously implement those ideas in the real world?" the principal raised his eyebrows.
“Yes.”
“But who is going to allow it?”
“Who is going to stop me?”
The principal remained in his seat with his lips parted. Touma lowered his gaze with a smile on his lips, and his expression hardened again when the principal looked at him for a moment.
"This is unprecedented. I will not tolerate your arrogant and irresponsible attitude. I want you to pay attention to what I am about to say, because this is very serious. You have been questioning the Sibyl System and suggesting ideas that go against our fundamental beliefs. But don't you realize that the Sibyl System has been proven by all the authorities in the field? It's an advanced and proven technology that has proven its effectiveness in maintaining order and security in our society. There is a rich tradition in our current policies and beliefs, we can only respectfully follow the established principles. Who are we to question what has proven to be effective? We can only try to maintain and improve it over time."
"Why?" questioned Yashiro.
"Why, it's obvious!" the principal exclaimed.
"I don't care what people think about art, music, Sibyl or whatever. Why do I have to consider what other people think?" Yashiro held a hand out to the side for a moment, opening her palm.
"That's our tradition and society's,” he measured his voice.
"But, why?"
"How can you be so smart and so naive?" the principal raised an eyebrow for a second.
"Honestly, I don't understand," Yashiro stood up, heading to one side of the room, where there was a wooden bookshelf with books, folders, and academic pictures. "Why choose the monotony of copying and repeating what others have done before? Rules? Every material, every place and every goal is unique, but we insist on applying the same thoughts over and over again, becoming copies of our parents, who copied our grandparents and so on creating a world composed of copies where no one owns their mind and every generation thinks the same."
The principal watched her sitting slightly leaning back. Something about her confused him, not because of her words but because of the way she said them. Touma's expression did not change at the sudden movement of her body, as if it were a mere continuation of a conversation they had started before.
"But... there is nothing that has not been expressed," replied the principal in a quieter tone. "All forms of expression have already been discovered."
"Expression of what?" Yashiro leaned forward, reading the title of a book. "The high-speed train does not serve the same purpose as its predecessor, the steam locomotive. An airplane or ship does not serve the same purpose as a train. The telegraph was an important innovation in communications, but it became obsolete with the development of the telephone and more advanced communication networks. A building must follow its own truth and serve its sole purpose. It becomes alive when it reflects a central idea that is expressed in every detail.
"Each idea has its own meaning, just as each person creates his own meaning, his own form and his own destiny. Why should it matter what others have done? Why should their way be the only valid one? Why blindly follow the majority without question? Why turn truth into a simple matter of conformity? Why must everything be adapted to please others? There must be a reason. Even if I don't know it yet, I am going to search for it and understand it."
"For God's sake!" the principal exclaimed. "Don't you find it more convenient to sit down? Thank you. Now listen to me carefully. The past was always adapted to the needs of the present. No single man ever invented anything in any area. The creative process is slow and collective, each man collaborates with the others and subordinates himself to the pre-established rules of the majority."
"I have probably sixty years to live," Yashiro looked up for a moment. "I will spend most of that time working. If I don't find joy in what I do, it will be torture. I don't plan to waste it following rules or traditions. I'm not interested in approval and conformity. I'm willing to set my own standards, even if it means being at the beginning of something new and different."
"How old are you?" the principal frowned and leaned forward slightly.
"Eighteen," replied Yashiro.
"Right, that's understandable," the principal sighed and stretched back in the seat with a smile. "You'll outgrow that. The old standards have always existed and no one has been able to improve them. Modernists are merely a trend. Can you name me a single one who has achieved any permanent distinction? What's become of them now? If they didn't become criminals, they're bums or drunks who are lucky to get part-time work as dishwashers in…”
"I'm not going to talk about those men," Yashiro cut him off.
"Are any of them your friends?"
"I have seen their works."
"And what do you think of them?" the principal wanted to know. "Do you find them...?
"I said I don't want to talk about them," Yashiro insisted with her eyes fixed on the desk.
"I hope you have realized that I am actually allowing you too much freedom. I do not usually have discussions with students who behave as you do, but I want to prevent what I fear is a real tragedy: the fate of a talented young woman who wants to complicate and ruin her life unnecessarily.
"You have shown great effort in your education and are just a few months away from finishing your studies. However, there is one crucial aspect you should consider, especially given your current situation. It's important to reflect that no one is an end in themselves, but a thousandth part of the social whole. Cooperation is key in our modern world and in any profession. Have you ever thought about others?"
"Yes," nodded Yashiro.
"Thinking of others is paramount in any project. You must think of others above all else. The purpose of all expressions is to serve others. Think of the artist, who seeks to connect with his audience through his work, the singer, who seeks to excite and delight his audience with his music, or the architect, who has the responsibility to create spaces that meet the needs and desires of those who will inhabit them. It's important to aspire to give adequate expression to the aspirations of those for whom we work."
"I don't want to exist to serve."
"'Come again?" the principal shifted in his chair, frowning for a second. "You mean you want to force them to accept your ideas?"
"I don't intend to force them to think like me or be forced."
The principal exchanged a glance with Touma, then turned to her more attentively than before, as if he had understood what was confusing him about her behavior.
"Have you considered that your arguments would be more persuasive if you demonstrated a genuine interest in knowing my opinion on the subject?" the principal asked.
"Yes, but I don't care whether you agree with me or not," Yashiro replied so calmly that the comment did not seem offensive.
Touma's eyebrows raised for a moment slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the desk.
"You seem not only indifferent to the opinions of others, which might be difficult to understand, but you also show no interest in persuading them to adopt your point of view," the principal observed.
“No.”
"But, that's… evil."
“Is it?”
"This conversation has been eye-opening, and I am pleased to have had it," the principal said in a louder tone than usual. "After hearing your opinions and views, I concur with those who expressed concerns at the meeting. Your actions and attitudes are of concern to me and other faculty members. Your disruptive behavior and your insistence on questioning the fundamental beliefs of our society and our school cause us to consider that your presence here could be detrimental to the educational environment for our students. I believe that this school was never the best fit for you. Although I have tried to be supportive, I see that you are not to be encouraged. Your thinking is potentially dangerous."
“To whom?”
The principal stood up and gestured towards the door, indicating that the interview had come to an end. Touma turned around and watched her rise from the chair to give a brief bow of her head and then leave.
"I can't believe some teachers have said she's a great woman. A great woman... or a terrible criminal," the principal shook his head, resting a hand on the desk. "It's really surprising. After all these years, it's hard for me to understand how you didn't warn of her behavior earlier, even though your ideas and hers are so opposite. Didn't you realize that she could have expressed those kinds of opinions in your class long before? It's something that puzzles me, considering your strong hold on your own beliefs and values."
"Takahashi-san speaks for herself," Touma replied quietly.
"Evidently she shouldn't. We can't allow her to. Not even you," the principal frowned in a deeper tone of voice.
"What happens to her now?"
"I am seriously considering expelling her," the principal tapped his fingers on the desk, looking at the bookshelf in the room.
Touma frowned with his eyes still fixed on the door.
"I think making such a drastic decision might not be the right solution," Touma turned around with a relaxed expression. "Takahashi-san is an independent and driven individual, and her approach to the club was never for the purpose of causing harm, but to question and explore the world around her. She has the ability to express her ideas in a... forthright and passionate manner, which can generate varying reactions from others. However, she has always been respectful and open to dialogue with those who have different opinions in class."
"I appreciate your perspective, but I can't ignore complaints from parents about the impact their actions have on the club, and therefore on the academy and the mental health of the students. I can't risk keeping someone who could negatively influence others."
"I understand that, and I agree that we should consider the welfare of all students," Touma raised an eyebrow and lowered his gaze, pausing. "But perhaps we could look for a solution that doesn't involve a permanent expulsion. We could consider a temporary suspension as a warning measure and opportunity for Takahashi-san to reflect on her actions."
"That could be an option, but I would need guarantees that the science club's activities would not cause further conflict," the principal tilted his head to one side for a few seconds.
"I understand your concerns, but I also want to point out that several students have found value and enrichment in the club's discussions," Touma waved his hand.
"Still, I cannot allow this to continue. I will cancel all club activities. In addition, I will suspend all students involved. I cannot allow Takahashi-san's influence and her ideas to affect other students. This is my final decision," the principal stated in a firm voice.
"I understand. But I ask you to consider the possibility of allowing Takahashi-san to continue at the academy after the suspension. Machiavelli said that sometimes it's necessary to make firm and drastic decisions to maintain order and stability in an institution. However, it's also important to know how and when to show clemency," Touma turned his head to the side slightly, squinting his eyes. "Allowing Takahashi-san to continue at the academy after the suspension could be an opportunity to show wisdom and prudence. Sun Tzu also mentioned that the best victory is the one in which one avoids destruction and succeeds in transforming the enemy into an ally. Likewise, allowing Takahashi-san to learn from her mistakes and continue her education here could be a victory for all of us."
"I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything," the principal turned in the chair looking at the wall on one side of the room.
"Let me talk to her. I promise I will guide her and help find a way to balance her convictions with the general welfare of the academy. If after that you feel more drastic measures are necessary, I will accept your decision."
"All right. I accept your proposal for temporary suspension and your commitment to supervise her activities," the principal sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "But you must understand that any further problems will be grounds for immediate expulsion."
"Of course," Touma gave a slight bow of his head in appreciation. "I'm sure she will understand as well and learn from this experience. I don't think it's necessary to take such drastic measures, especially considering the time of year we're in."
"I hope so. You may leave."
Yashiro walked slowly through wide, long corridors, down the staircase and out into the garden. She had met many men like the principal, but she had never understood them. She only knew that there was a difference between her actions and theirs, but it did not bother her. Sometimes, she wished she knew what made them the way they were. There was a principle she needed to discover.
"Takahashi-san," an older professor who had been teaching arithmetic at the institution for years greeted her with a brief smile. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for what happened. I hope you were not discouraged by these recent events."
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter," Yashiro nodded.
"You must feel it's completely unfair," he commented after a pause, lowering his gaze.
“I didn't think so. What's wrong?”
The professor frowned at her for a moment, then turned to the building in front of them separated by a large garden. Yashiro's tone denoted surprise, like strangeness at the surprise on his face.
"Sometimes I miss the days when this school was a place of debate and discussion, of competing ideas. It was a different time."
“Did you live through that time?” Yashiro asked.
"Yes, I did. I've seen how the country has changed drastically all these years. You and your friends made me remember something I had forgotten, that I didn't know I might miss, though I'm not sure what it is," the professor raised an eyebrow.
"I get what you mean. Sometimes I wonder what it was like growing up in a world like that," Yashiro replied casually.
At that moment, the professor looked at his watch and sighed.
"I'm sorry I must go, I have a class in the other building. But it's been nice talking to you, Takahashi-san."
"Thank you. It's been a pleasure for me too," Yashiro replied. "Someday, I'd love to hear what life was like before."
The professor smiled and bowed in farewell, heading towards the other building. Yashiro stayed a moment longer in the garden, until she entered the building and headed for the bathroom. Inside, she sighed and relaxed her shoulders, looking at the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror and washing her face with water.
At that moment she saw a girl with glasses coming out with a cane from the last toilet cubicle, and three others waiting outside surrounded her. Two girls next to Yashiro who were washing their hands looked at them and left the bathroom without drying their wet skin.
"What are you doing here? We were looking for you."
One took the cell phone from her and raised her arm, taking a few steps back. The three formed a circle, tossing the cell phone to each other as the girl approached one of them. Since the three were taller, it was basically impossible for her to reach it. When the one with long blonde hair grabbed her by her red scarf around her neck, raising the arm with which she had her cell phone, she leaned towards her.
"Why don't I just smash it already?" she asked, gritting her teeth and staring at her.
Suddenly, her eyes squeezed shut and a grunt of pain escaped her lips, as Yashiro grasped her hand, pulled out her cell phone and then pushed her away. Turning around, she handed the cell phone back to the one with glasses, who blinked gawking at her.
"W-What are you doing? You shouldn't have..." she mumbled, shaking her head and grabbing her cell phone.
“Who’s this?” another asked.
The blonde grabbed her wrist and closed and opened her hand with a grimace of pain, looking at Yashiro, who went to get her backpack that she had left on the ground a few feet away. When she bent down to grab it someone else did it first.
“Get lost,” Yashiro narrowed her eyes.
The girl stretched her arm towards the collar of Yashiro's blouse, but she pulled away by grabbing her wrist and pushed her aside. Her body slammed against a half-open door of one of the toilet cubicles, and despite grabbing hold of the frame she fell in front of the toilet.
“Darn it!” she grunted in pain.
“Have you lost your mind?” another raised her voice.
She pulled on Yashiro's arm, but Yashiro turned around and gave her a light kick near her ankle, causing her to take a few steps back and lean against the wall, lifting her leg and gritting her teeth. Suddenly, Yashiro felt an arm wrap around her neck tightly.
“Crazy brat, who do you think you are?” the blonde muttered in her ear, grabbing her own arm with one hand.
Yashiro pushed back, but could only take a few steps. The other woman lunged toward her, but Yashiro kicked her in the stomach and knocked her to the ground. Turning to the side, she put her foot on a door frame and propelled herself backward. A grunt of pain echoed through the bathroom as Yashiro slammed her against the counter.
The one who had fallen into a cubicle got up, but when she tried to grab Yashiro, she jumped up and slammed both legs into her waist, pushing her against a door and freeing herself from the grip on her neck. Coughing and bringing a hand to it, Yashiro leaned forward. However, a hand grabbed her arm again and pulled her against the counter backwards.
Yashiro pursed her lips at the slight pain in her back, and when the woman approached raising her hand, she held her wrist and elbow against her neck, lifting herself up and pushing her onto the counter. Her large brown eyes glowed, fixed on Yashiro's gray ones. She gasped, feeling the tension in her arm and back, as she held Yashiro's shoulder with one hand.
"You think you're a queen but everyone at home treats you like a pawn," Yashiro observed in a serene tone.
The blonde frowned, but as soon as her lips parted, Yashiro pulled and pushed her to the side, causing her to fall to the ground and stagger herself. She then walked to where her backpack had fallen and slung it on her back. The girl in glasses stood motionless against a cubicle door watching the bodies move on the floor.
"You okay?" Yashiro looked her up and down, causing her to blink and flinch at her composed voice. "Come on."
"Why did you do that?" she walked behind with the cane, stepping out into the hallway. "You didn't have to. It's wrong. And now... now they'll come for you. What's your name?"
The dining room of the Oso Academy was large and majestic. A silence spread throughout the room. Staring blankly at the table, Yashiro did not notice the student who had entered the dining hall, followed by the glances of the rest. When her shadow was cast beside her, she managed to catch her attention.
“Unusual to see you worried," said a perfectly measured female voice that seemed to dance in a soft whisper yet disturb the atmosphere like a melody.
Yashiro smiled for a split second, utterly oblivious to the casual murmurs and laughter coming from the other adjacent tables. She looked up to focus her full attention on the tall, slender girl, who was noticed by many of her admirers especially because of her long black hair, which was always flowing down to her waist, imposing a magical yet simple elegance.
Yashiro raised her head slightly at those amethyst eyes, which watched with an almost palpable coldness, narrowed, something that many students did not notice. She gazed at her for a few seconds, fumbled with her fork twice, and continued her lunch, which was beginning to grow cold from the long wait. In response, the girl proceeded to sit across from her, in a refined, upright position. They usually asked permission to sit, but Yashiro had become so used to her presence that manners had long since ceased to exist between them.
Rikako was always accompanied by one or two students as if they were bodyguards, but every time she addressed her she did so on her own. Yashiro wondered what she had to hide, why she needed to protect her reputation so much the way she did. They were silent for a long while, one eating placidly and the other analyzing her every move, with that empty, enigmatic expression that so characterized her and to which Yashiro had grown accustomed.
“It's not about the club, is it?”
Yashiro wiped her mouth with a piece of cloth, leaving her hands on both sides of her tray to look at her. At that instant, Rikako pursed her lips proudly and leaned forward clasping her hands together, to rest her chin on them. Her eyes were fully fixed on the person in front of her, as if memorizing every expression or detail displayed.
"How are you doing with your drawings?" Yashiro asked. Rikako watched the cold silver in her eyes, prolonging the silence. "I see. I could help you find inspiration."
After a minute, having finished her lunch, Yashiro stood up with casual, careless movements.
“As thanks, I'll make an exception by letting you see my latest work. It's not finished yet, so your opinion will be very helpful," Rikako mimicked her movement and stood in front of the table.
They stood facing each other for a few seconds. There were murmurs and glances landing on them. As they walked past, some students smiled and Rikako returned the gesture, while Yashiro kept her eyes straight ahead.
At that moment, she only wondered what work Rikako was talking about, what it would look like, what its meaning would be. Such was her self-absorption that when another student greeted her, she automatically responded with a simple nod and a broad smile on her lips.
At that hour, the corridors of the academy that connected the different classrooms were isolated and silent, and were only dazed by the gentle footsteps of both students. When they arrived at one of the art classrooms, Rikako placed her hands on the doorknob and opened it, gesturing with her head to let her in.
The room was empty with only one drawing in the corner, with its back to any possible viewer. Rikako was very cautious, she did not like people looking at her unfinished drawings. She preferred to refine them until she finally decided that she could make them public in class.
“What do you say?”
Rikako's voice brought her back to reality and Yashiro opened her eyes again. She turned to Rikako, who was sitting in front of her creation with her hands on her knees. Yashiro moved closer to study the work very closely, standing behind her. The image made her lean forward slightly.
It was a woman who stood looking up, as if observing something beyond her reach, naked and with her hands clasped together in what looked like silent weeping. Behind her was a large tree to which she was attached, as if she were part of it or subject to its presence. A few branches full of leaves covered her, but she seemed to be alone, out in the open, despite having pleasant company. Yashiro smiled and exchanged a glance with Rikako.
“I wonder what inspired you. Solitude? Blindness? The Sibyl System, perhaps?”
Rikako smiled and Yashiro's eyes sparkled as she walked down the hall, followed by her eyes. Unlike Rikako, her hair was brown and fell tousled to mid-back, though she usually wore it over her chest.
“Now... will you tell me what's going on, without changing the subject?”
Yashiro paused with a long, deep sigh as if she had known that question would reach her ears. She turned her head gently towards Rikako, who was still sitting with her straight hair behind her and kept looking into her eyes.
“I dreamed of ghosts from the past that I thought I buried," Yashiro nodded softly.
“We all have ghosts. You have to learn to let go,” Rikako's voice echoed.
“How?" Yashiro asked.
Rikako seemed to find it hard to believe that Yashiro, being older than her, was asking her for advice. It was something she would not do with other people, except for teachers. After taking a deep breath, she stood up to walk towards her, standing half a meter away.
"Accepting them, living with them, until they become memories."
Yashiro walked to the window to look out at the blue sky and the students crowding in the courtyard. She frowned for a moment, feeling a slight headache.
"Where have you been?" Rikako asked, seeing some stains on the bottom of her white blouse.
"Out and about," shrugged Yashiro. “Got something for you.”
Yashiro reached for her backpack that she had left lying on the floor and pulled out a book from inside, reaching over to hand it to her. Rikako's eyes widened for a few seconds as she opened it, and looked up at her.
"Thank you. It's hard to find copies of Shakespeare," Rikako paused, looking into her eyes.
At that moment, Rikako raised her head slightly and her lips parted, but the words did not find their way out. Her eyes, normally bright, now seemed dull. She looked at Yashiro's lips for a moment, before returning to her eyes and watching her features. However, the sound of the door opening made Yashiro turn around. A woman with glasses and gray hair walked in. She was known to the students because she had worked at the academy for many years.
"Takahashi-san, excuse me, but I was told I might find you here," the school counselor paused, looking at Rikako and then at her again. "I'm sorry about what happened this morning."
"What happened?" asked Yashiro.
"Well, there are all kinds of rumors. I can't tell you how sorry I am. That club must have meant a lot to you."
Yashiro just looked into her eyes without answering.
"Now you'll have to leave that club, and who knows what else, won't you?" the woman shifted on the spot. "But you shouldn't be disappointed, you'll be finishing your studies shortly. We have to look on the bright side of suffering, don't we?"
Yashiro turned around and walked to the window.
"Ah, Takahashi-san!"
"What?"
"The principal… the principal made a call through his secretary," she explained.
“And?”
"The secretary asked me if I could please tell you that the principal wanted to see you. Why do you think he wants to see you?"
"How should I know," Yashiro turned to Rikako's drawing.
The woman followed her with her eyes, watching her slender figure move about the huge room. She feared that Yashiro might suddenly pounce on the drawing and break it, knocking the chair to the floor, though she had never shown any such inclinations. But, without knowing why, she kept waiting for catastrophe.
"Takahashi-san, what are you doing?”
Yashiro was watching Rikako's drawing, but looked up at the woman, raising her eyebrows.
"What about the principal? The principal, who is waiting for you," she shook her head.
"Oh, right. I forgot," sighed Yashiro.
“You… forgot?" her voice echoed.
"Yes."
"Well, all I can say is that you deserve it. All of it. You should hurry up and rush to his office," the counselor raised her voice.
"I'll be right over," responded Yashiro.
The woman frowned as she watched Yashiro pull her hair back with her fingers to give it the appearance of a hairstyle.
"Takahashi-san, are you planning to go like this?"
"And how would I go?" asked Yashiro.
"But it's your principal!"
"Not anymore."
The woman thought Yashiro said it happily, and for a moment she stared at her with half-open lips, until she sighed and walked back out of the classroom. Rikako could not help but smile as she saw Yashiro slung her backpack over one shoulder and hurried out, taking long strides, exchanging a glance with her.
Sitting with a forearm on the desk, the principal had leaned to one side listening to his secretary. When Yashiro walked in, his eyes glanced at her for a second, but he continued to talk to the woman about something she did not get to hear. Touma Kouzaburou was standing at the side of the room, his hands in the pockets of his dark beige pants.
"You're right on time," Touma smiled and tilted his head at her, not taking his eyes off the principal.
“Thought I was late,” Yashiro approached him.
“That’s what I mean,” he frowned, turning to her.
The secretary nodded and left the room, leaving the three alone. The principal raised his eyebrows and waved for Yashiro to sit down.
"Takahashi-san, Touma-kun, thank you for taking the time to speak with me again. I want to be clear about how we will proceed after this situation," the principal leaned his elbows on the armrests of his chair, and clasped his hands together in front of his chest. "Takahashi-san, I have decided to cancel all science club activities. In addition, both you and all students involved will be temporarily suspended as a disciplinary measure.
"I have noticed that your opinions and attitudes have been the subject of controversy among several teachers and students. I understand that everyone has the right to express their ideas, but it's important to maintain a harmonious and respectful environment at our educational institution. Therefore, I have decided that it's necessary to take additional steps to ensure that these situations do not happen again."
"I'm sure you'll find a new graduate the next time this happens. I just don't understand why you haven't yet," Yashiro commented calmly in front of his desk.
Touma frowned and slowly lowered his head, turning it towards her.
"Takahashi-san, it's none of your business to consider that," Touma's tone was unusually deep and his expression became more serious, which made her blink.
"I'm just curious. I want to know my situation. I'd like to know beforehand if I'm going to be expelled," Yashiro raised her eyebrows looking at him for a moment.
"There is no need to reach such presumptions, Takahashi-san," the principal raised his voice. "You will get the necessary information in due course. But here's what you need to know now. The only reason you have not yet been expelled is because Touma-kun begged me to give you a chance and submitted a formal plea to keep you at this academy, stating that he will be in charge of your supervision. I took his words into consideration. You can thank him for still being here."
Yashiro's eyes widened and her lips parted as she turned to Touma, who was looking at the principal.
"The suspension will be an opportunity to reflect on your actions. You should appeal to your conscience and recognize that your extremist ideas have created controversy and could raise overall stress among students. You should admit that others are right and reconsider your approaches," the principal continued, pausing, as if waiting for an apology, but it did not come. "Please note that this temporary suspension is not a concession, it's a warning. Your ideas and actions will be carefully monitored. Any misstep and expulsion will be imminent. That's all I had to say. Is there anything else you'd like to add... or explain?"
"No," replied Yashiro.
"Good. You may go now. I have matters to discuss with Touma-kun alone."
Yashiro stood up with a slight bow of her head. Her eyes met for an instant the narrowed brown ones of Touma, who had turned to face her. A smile tugged on his face, causing her to frown and walk out of the office.
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do-deca-dangit · 8 months
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Since you brought up Cologne... Does anything change about his character and relationships with characters such as Black Square and Glowing Heart in Remix? Your design is awesome by the way.
I'd say with Black Square it'd be sort of the same, itd take a bit more convincing to ally with him though since theyre on different teams. With Glowing Heart though Cologne wants to avoid her not because she didnt grab him at the end of OSO 2 but because she cant handle her weirdgirl dragon swag, Glowing Heart is cheery to a fault and a bit gullible but she always manages to twist Colognes intentions back at her, so his usual tactics of trying to manipulate and pull the strings doesnt really work. When he tries to avoid Glowing Heart afterwards through shes still convinced that Cologne is so cool and friendly
Cologne also has a few new dynamics with characters, like, for example, Tart. They hate eachother for reasons related to Tart's previous career in modeling and are always at eachothers throats over the most petty stuff
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sodapackyuri · 1 year
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HI................................can i have..............POINTS AT YOU VIOLENTLY some black square and cologne from yesterday's silly rp?
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it isn’t from YESTERDAY anymore but still
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pothosrays · 3 years
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past flat fucks. and also soda bottle of ancient reference.
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gelatinbfb · 3 years
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nev-triple6 · 2 months
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Surprise voting time!!!
All the characters here are randomly selected!!
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