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Next time, try swinging like you’re going to kill us.
Yahoo!!! Heya Akabanana!
hello, oumistake (a mistake) (a mistake) (a mistake)
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❛ YEAH. I MIGHT HAVE SOMETHIN’ T’ DO WITH THE YELLOW SCARVES. Not that it’s any of your damn business. ❜ He almost has to fend off the urge to laugh in the other’s face. How utterly RIDICULOUS. Did he even know who he was dealing with ? Had Masaomi chosen to let on to his true identity, he would have been sure to let the other know there would be repercussions. STEEP ones at that. Seeing as he was in fact the leader, he had made it so that something as vile as torture and blatant violence not be dealt. It would taint the good name of the gang as well as his reputation. Not to say that there weren’t exceptions of course. ❛ TCH. Who the hell even are you ? ❜ An arm casually making its way behind his back so as to hide any trace of the bottle of yellow spray paint.
| @akasine
❛ oh? ❜ distaste and disdain brew within him, yet his exterior remains visibly relaxed. he holds his acidic words on his tongue, opting to spare a moment for reflection before behaving rashly. the yellow scarves: a gang that’s signified by yellow attire. potentially dangerous, especially when present in numbers, as most gangs are. yellow-clad, looks to be only a few years older -- most likely a high school student, whom possesses an average size body build and a shorter stature. past karma’s reflection, a string of questions immediately arise. assuming the boy is part of the gang, what does his involvement say of the nature and overall potential danger of the gang? if the gang is malicious, what does it say of the hidden abilities that this boy may harbor? put simply, is he dangerous? or is the gang merely an exaggerated club?
he releases a sneer, eyes alight with ferocity. ❛ arrogant, aren’t we, mr. yellow scarves? ❜ karma’s one part caution, three parts overbearing excitement. if he’s truly part of a legitimate gang, then he must be a troublesome delinquent -- his favorite type of target. ❛ i’m just a middle schooler that you’re oh-so-obnoxiously harassing. say, does it make you feel powerful? ❜
Anonymous asked:
I can't believe IOI pulled a Korosensei!
why is this here let me d in peace
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During Class
Korosensei: Volcanoes can be lethal. They are explosive and violent. Red lava spews from the top and-
Nakamura: I'm sorry, did you mean "Karma"?
tag yourself i’m kayak
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also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu
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You've gotta bash my head in before you can run your mouth.
you keep saying "Trust Karma" ... but where's your proof that he isn't Sal in disguise
- how could you do this to me,
- to karma,
- how could you compare karma to Sal,
- TRUST KARMA TRUST KARMA TRUST KARMA TRUST KARMA TRUST KARMA
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🔫 wtf this is super cute!! also i wish u a happy happy happy new year, may 2k17 be full of great memories!
send me 🔫 and i will do a short write up of what type of airsoft gun would suit your muse best ! / probably forever accepting
❛ at first i thought a shotgun - based model would’ve suited you, but you aren’t the kind for something holding you down huh ? ❜ there’s laughter in tone, humour at the thought he was about gift someone as light-footed as the trainee assassin something already rather bulky to be trudged around. ❛ we can’t have that, so –– ❜ he turns, placing a rather sleek model of the gas-powered glock 21 to open palms. smile turns into a large beam, no denying was there that midori often took great joys in introducing people to the assortment of firearms existing in the world. especially when a match made in heaven could be paired.
❛ it’s lightweight and durable due to it’s chosen polymer base, powerful yet with a low felt recoil and can be used for concealed firearms carry. ❜ the last point earn’s a cheeky wink from midori, if playful was truly karma akabane’s middle name then no doubt some trouble could be caused with a gun that could evade metal detectors trouble indeed ; branch of the .45 auto, not only praised for it’s ease and simplicity of use – but for the equal amount of power that could be pulled from the right person knowing how to work it. ❛ one glock already has a considered high magazine capacity – if you train hard, you’ll be able to dual wield almost easily ! ❜ ( @akasine )
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" happy new years , karma ! hopefully you can be a better person this year . " keyword ; hopefully . . . . .
❛should i make that my new years resolution? it’s not a bad one, but it’d sure make for one boring year. ❜ translation: he won’t do it. :)
“ why must machines be this faulty all the time? ”
Petty. That was what everything boiled down to. At every atom’s core roamed not protons or neutrons, but particles of pettiness. The cause for the space’s curious expansion was not due to heat or dark matter, but pettiness. Every reaction and counteraction, motive and sensation, truth and lie ––– all of them could be measured in various degrees of pettiness.
That was the ultimate fact Daisuke believed, absurd as it may sound. How else would the boy explain the bizarre behaviour of the robot he manned? Obviously, without any outside influence, 122-7605 must have advanced beyond the limitations of its code, created a personality matrix that would contain its desired traits, and became petty. The short trip it undertook had expanded into a tiresome forty-minute endeavour, chock-full with constant problems that were nearly identical to a bratty child throwing hissy fits.
At the moment, 122-7605 was absolutely static. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk, the machine ignored all of Daisuke’s submitted commands. Its leg remained elevated, looking ready to take another step. For all it’s worth, at least the robot hadn’t frozen in a crowded area. A few kilometres away Daisuke groaned tiredly, then set off to type down some direct command lines. With his attention away from the live feed, the boy hoped nobody would be petty enough to topple 122-7605 down.
@akasine
his rather cracked lips release a puff of white compressed air, signifying the emergence of winter. he’s donned attire befitting a bitingly cold day, a completed getup with the focal point being a deep red muffler, darker and more maroon in color than the red of his hair. the knitted muffler wraps around his neck and covers roughly a third of his face, barely concealing ( what would soon be ) a cheeky smile.
what was once indifference turns into curiosity turns into interest as he eyes an offputting form. leg jutted out and in stiff position, something seems inherently odd about the being before him. at first glance, everything about the still figure seemed organic and human: natural hair, natural skin, natural frame. nothing out of the ordinary. except that minutes have passed, and the strange behavior has yet to cease with no cameras in sight. a devilish smile emerging as he pulls down the muffler to reveal the entirety of his face, he openly approaches the stranger on the side of the road, karma’s zealous devotion to mischief kicking into full gear.
❛ hey, did you suddenly forget how to walk, or am i ruining your mannequin challenge? ❜
to say he’s captivated would be an overstatement, yet he leans close and rests an arm around the stranger’s shoulder, only to be taken aback by how hard he (it?) feels. rather than a comfortable, slightly bony resting point, his own arm is met with an extremely solid and inhuman surface.
hello i messed up PSA karma’s birthday was on december 25, christmas day :)
