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Post by Alexander Root on Jan 26, 2016 17:53:05 GMT
[googlefont="Berkshire Swash"]  Science is the Poetry of Reality Words: 373 | Tag: @open
It was quite unfortunate that for the funding he needed for the kind of research he was doing he would be forced to attend a 'special' school full of 'people like him' as his sister had called it. It wasn't an insult to be called special, because he knew that he was special. The insult was that these people were like him. There were 'ultimates' here, but there were also those who were mediocre. People he preferred to never have met. Then again, that was probably just his pessimism talking, and his superiority complex which is mostly a façade (even if it weren't at times). However, he was happy to be here, not only because of the funding, but he'd made friends, even if they might consider him a friend in return. It was occasional people who he liked and therefore teased and taunted more than others, not to be confused with the people he hated and therefore teased and taunted more than others as well.
However, one of those rare people he tried not to tease or taunt, he… well, worried about his health and it was that thought that drove him to go to the cafeteria today. After all, he needed to eat, and he knew that more food usually would mean better processing power, even if eating wasted time. It was a give and take. So, for the first time in 24 hours, Root made his way to the cafeteria, notebook in front of him as he scribbled down notes and walked at the same time. He made his way to grab a plate, and unhappily had to stop working while he carried his plate to an empty table at the back of the cafeteria where he could see the rest of it, but also eat in peace… hopefully. As soon as he sat down, he began to write notes once more in his journal.
Occasionally he'd glance up, grab a bite of his food before continuing to work. He was so close, he could almost taste victory when it came to this cloning machine he'd thought of. The theories were so solid, but there was one nagging problem he had right now. And he just had to solve it.
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Feb 6, 2016 16:21:30 GMT
Nagito wasn't fit to eat with the Ultimates...no Nagito wasn't even fit to breathe their same oxygen. However it was his Luck that had gotten him here, and to waste such an oppurtunity seemed ungrateful. So he decided he would spend time with them during lunch. It wasn't entirely selfish, after all if anybody wanted his assistance, as meager as it could be, he would gladly give it to them. Anything to help his Ultimates, the embodiments of Hope he had admired all his life.
He grabbed a paltry meal consisting of soup and bread, then tried to find a seat where he could sit mostly by himself. It was enough to merely observe his fellow Ultimates. However while he was going to his seat, he managed to trip, apparently on his own feet and fell, spilling his lunch on a man who was writing in a notebook. What horrible, awful luck!
"I am terribly sorry! Because of my foolish clumsiness I spilled soup all over your clothes. Please allow me to pay for any- Alexander Root? Your the Ultimate Scientist! It is an honor to meet you sir!" Nagito said, going from a self-deprecating apology to an excitable mood almost instantaneously. This man's expanding of scientific knowledge was incredible. He was a shining hope to all the men and women in the scientific community and to those who dream of a world further benefited by science and technology.
Truly this was an incredible twist of fate. The bad luck of spilling his lunch on a beloved Ultimate, lead to the good luck of meeting Alexander Root himself! He couldn't wait to see what would happen next!
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Post by Alexander Root on Feb 9, 2016 5:11:54 GMT
Science is the Poetry of Reality If the spring constant were set to.5, the distribution of the oscillator's velocity would have the shape he was looking for. The only problem was that he couldn't seem to get the resonance just right so the pistons would stay at exactly the same rate so he could test for the existence of other dime–
Soup. Soup everywhere. Root quickly jolt up from his seat but it was already too late. He had been lost in his work so well he hadn't even seen it coming. And now? Now his notebook was ruined. "Damn it!" Root tried to shake off the pages but they were already filled with soup. No, no, he needed those notes. They held the secret to the current issues he was having with creating what was known as a naked black hole on Earth. Of course, if the general public were to know he was looking at making black holes, they'd want him shut down because 'oh they could destroy the world' and blah blah blah. Not that any of that would actually be a threat with the tiny black holes he'd create, but the media could be so stupid sometimes.
Back to the issue at hand. The soup, the food, the guy. Root's look shifted up to the boy who had caused it, a glare towards the guy. Unlike most people, he didn't know most of his classmates, as he preferred to keep himself isolated. As to who this guy was, well, he was obviously an idiot or something. Of course, the whole it was an honor thing did help the guy a little bit. After all, Alexander Root was a famous scientist who would change the world. At least the guy could recognize that.
"Tell me how you're going to replace my notes. They're priceless. I was on the verge of a breakthrough and you come in here and ruin my notes destroy the momentum I had on the issue I was facing." Root carefully handled the notebook wet with soup and looked at it trying to figure out if he could salvage any work. Root took off his lab coat, and used it to wipe a space on the table as he took his pencil and began to scribble bits of the notes from the notebook onto the table itself. It was barely visible, but at least it was writing. And he could get a new notebook and transfer it over then. "It would really show how much of an honor it is, if you'd at least try to clean up your mess." Root huffed, not happy about using his lab coat as a napkin, but it was a situation he had to solve quickly, and he was scribbling down all the notes he could on the areas of the table which he had cleaned off or were originally unaffected by the spill.
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Feb 9, 2016 12:59:42 GMT
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He ruined scientific notes written by the Ultimate Scientist himself. What an event utterly filled by despair. Still he couldn't just give up. To true Hope, despair was a petty thing. There would be a positive outcome to this somehow. Hope always won in the end.
"This is truly a tragic event...your work lost. However perhaps you can benefit in some way? I would be pleased to serve as a guinea pig to any of your experiments. Or I could serve as an assistant...though I couldn't really promise you I would be reliable." Nagito said. Cheering up at the thought of being a help, even slightly, to an Ultimate.
"Ah yes. I will get some napkins." Nagito said, and he ran over to do just that. When he got back he began cleaning up as best he could.
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Post by Alexander Root on Feb 16, 2016 22:30:18 GMT
Science is the Poetry of Reality Root huffed as he managed to get the last of the retrievable work from the notebook onto the table. It felt odd without his lab coat on and his arms were getting a little cold, as he was used to the long sleeves of the lab coat, even if it didn’t provide that much heat. Root rubbed his face and tried to calm down. Not like he needed to make more of a scene than the guy already did for him. Nagito. He’d heard that name before. If he could turn back to his earlier notes, he’d probably know more about the kid. Luck. When he thought of Nagito that was a word that popped into his mind. Hmph. He was probably one of those lucky students. Perhaps he could… no. He was a scientist, he couldn’t rely on luck. The last time he did that, he had rushed his time travel experiment and it ended up exploding. Plus, luck was a common misconception, a term used by the less knowledgeable for a calculable circumstance and - he needed to just stop right there or he might end up getting all caught up in himself again and he wouldn’t go anywhere with such an argument.
“Reliable? Reliable! Oh yes of course you would be,” Root began sarcastically raising his voice slightly, “Let’s see just how much of Root’s notes you can destroy! I’m set back weeks because of you and you’re offering to be a guinea pig? How would I know you wouldn’t just sabotage my experiments? Did you wake up today and think, oh I should fuck with work that will change the world forever today? I’m just going to fuck over the advances in science itself and put back the world weeks and weeks. You’re a fucking idiot. Now… I need…” Root looked around with a bit of a frantic look, as if he had forgotten something. What did he need? He looked at the ruined notebook and remembered what his train of thought had been. “I need a new notebook.” Normally he carried around several notebooks, but - Shit there was one in his lab coat. You know, the one he used to originally try to clean off the table. He took in a deep breath and reached into the lab coat to pull out the notebook which of course had gotten wet as well. Fuck.
Could this situation get any worse?
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SHSL Shopkeeper
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Post by Kaneko Nejibisu on Feb 16, 2016 22:45:51 GMT
 Everyone wants a magical solution for their problem, yet everyone refuses to believe in magic. It was a slow day for Kaneko, so she decided to spend some time in the cafeteria with some of the stuff she was going to sell later on. She was also pretty hungry, and she knew that Daniel was going to be fashionably late, as usual.
As she entered, she heard a commotion. Well, commotion was a lie. An accident happened and someone was angry. Upon closer inspection, it was Daniel's dear friend Root who was angry at Nagito Komaeda, the SHSL Good Luck.
Chuckling to herself, she approached the two.
"Hello, my dears.", she said. "I am sorry for eavesdropping, but are you perhaps looking for a notebook or two, Root, my dear?"
She rummaged through her stuff until she pulled out three notebooks, one in red, one in yellow and one in green. "Want to purchase one? They are 2 dollars each, or 5 dollars for all three of them." She smiled at him.
She could guess how the SHSL Scientist worked. She knew that a good Scientist always kept notes, and notebooks are perfect for that.
"How about it?"
She wasn't sure what to say to Nagito, so she didn't say anything. She hoped he at least acknowledges her presence. Words: 204 | Tag: @username | Notes: notes
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Feb 17, 2016 1:05:02 GMT
Root hated him? What more could he have expected? Someone like him, a cursed human who couldn't do anything right, would always be hated by the truly talented. But he didn't understand. And how could he? Root never knew what it was like to be worthless. He could only think that what had happened was purposeful, not simply the result of Nagito's "talent".
"You're right. I am unreliable and far less intelligent than you. You do seem to misunderstand me though. I would never purposely damage your work. I would do anything to help an Ultimate. I am sure you have a glorious vision of hope for the world. And nothing would make me happier than helping you achieve it." Nagito said with a smile. He was as polite and well spoken as ever but a touch of self-deprecation seeped into his words.
Then suddenly out of nowhere another Ultimate emerged on the scene. Kaneko, the Ultimate Shopkeeper had arrived. What an amazing day! The bad luck of Root scolding him lead to the good luck of the Ultimate Shopkeeper coming along to sell notebooks.
"It's no problem Root-kun, I shall pay for them myself." Nagito said. He brought out a wallet and took out a $100 dollar bill, and gave it to Kaneko.
" All three notebooks please. Feel free to keep the change. Supporting a talented person like you is well worth any expense." Nagito said. Maybe in small ways like this he could actually serve as a stepping stone for the Ultimates. Just the idea of being a help to them made his heart beat in excitement!
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Post by Alexander Root on Feb 19, 2016 18:31:11 GMT
Science is the Poetry of Reality Okay, there was no one that could be that delusional and cheesy when they spoke naturally. This guy had to be either trying to stroke his ego, which Root wasn’t going to allow, or being sarcastic. Yet, Root was one of the masters of sarcasm, and could usually sense when someone was being sarcastic. So that couldn’t be it. Yet, it didn’t seem like the guy had ulterior motive, even if logic dictated that he had to have some other motive. Of course, Root was the best scientist out there, so maybe the guy like… worshiped him because of his fantastic work. His work would of course warrant such behavior, but being the humble man he was, he felt like he would have to deny this help anyways, seeing as he could still have an ulterior motive, and he preferred to work alone… even if it was tempting to use this guy as a guinea pig.
However, out of the blue, Kaneko showed up. Of course, Root knew her via his friend, Daniel, who was undoubtedly dating her. Even he, a beacon of confidence who wasn’t afraid of anything besides a crushing amount of water that could easily drown him, was not illogical and therefore was afraid of Kaneko if she wasn’t in a good mood. However, today she seemed to be in a ‘not bad’ mood and therefore, she wasn’t that scary. Plus, she had notebooks that he needed. It was a good thing that Nagito offered to pay, though he wasn’t quite sure why he had given so much extra money to her. How did he even have that kind of money? Was he from like a rich family? And more importantly, could he support some of his funding needs, which he would really need after he graduated and lost the funding of the school? Probably not. It was probably this guy’s allowance for the week and he was just being an idiot.
“Hmph. It’s only right seeing as you ruined my notes in the first place,” Root huffed taking the notebooks as he began to transfer table notes over to the notebook.
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Feb 24, 2016 2:34:04 GMT
"Exactly. It's really the least I can do. I know you probably don't want to spend any time with someone like me but...is there anything else I can do for you? Even if it's only in an insignificant way I do want to help you. I suppose it's a bit more selfish than that though. In truth I want to feel less worthless. Because of my so called talent I feel a little out of place here. That's only natural don't you think?" Nagito said.
"Regardless of what you decide I sincerely apologize for wasting your time and ruining your work, Root-kun. I completely understand if you rue the day I was born. You are many classes above someone like me. I can only hope you understand that I have no ill will towards you. Though it is probably a little much to expect you to empathise with a lowly commoner. " Nagito said. His self deprecation was now much more apparent.
"It was a pleasure and an honor meeting you Kaneko-san. I am sure that you will continue to spread hope throughout the marketplace with your astounding shopkeeping talent. I very much admire you for that. If you ever would like a hand please come to me, I won't refuse any work and you wouldn't have to pay me." Nagito said. Here his mood, which had been rather gloomy and self-deprecating, though in an oddly matter of fact way, improved. He was back to being simply polite and pleasant, with a disarmingly friendly aura.
All this excitement was starting to get to him. He was going to have to take a long nap after this or at least lay down. He was still getting used to seeing his heroes everyday.
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Post by Kaneko Nejibisu on Feb 25, 2016 11:01:48 GMT
Everyone wants a magical solution for their problem, yet everyone refuses to believe in magic. After Kaneko accepted the 100$ bill, she was listening in when Nagito suddenly went on a self-deprecation spree. Slowly getting annoyed, she began to glare venomously at the Lucky Student. If one looked closely, one could swear that her eyes were glowing a threatening red.
"Quit it.", she said with a hint of authority in her voice. "It's getting hard to listen to you hating yourself."
"In any case..." she brushed some dust off of herself. "...Thanks for your purchase. I hope you'll come again." She then smiled sweetly.
"I appreciate the offer, Nagito, darling, but I'd rather work by myself. Besides, I have Daniel with me too, so I already have a helping hand."
She then looked at Root. "I'm sorry that I didn't carry more notebooks with me today. Please excuse me for this. I carry more of them in my shop, though." Words: 145 | Tag: @username | Notes: notes
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Post by Alexander Root on Mar 8, 2016 1:38:30 GMT
Science is the Poetry of Reality Root completely ignored Nagito's words, as he transferred notes from the table to the notebook, though he nodded and made a 'mmhmm' sound as if he were listening. The words were entering, of course, but they mulled around as he gave his attention to something more important, though never truly leaving. When they finally were given a thought, Root looked slightly confused. This kid seemed quite… happy despite the fact he was calling himself worthless. When it came to worth, well, Root already had lost points himself, really, he hated himself. However, he had to be worth something and that was why he worked so hard all the time, because he wanted to show that he was worth it, worth the life of his mother, even if he knew he could never be worth that much. However, thinking that way? It always made Root feel… bad, sad, like he shouldn't even exist, that he just needed to go back in time and stop him from ever existing because the world would be better off then.
"Why would I waste time ruing the day you were born?" Root said in a low voice. It wasn't like he lived to be nice to people who were happy with being worthless. However, it wasn't like he was heartless. Though he wasn't going to go out of his way to make this kid think better of himself. "Fine, you can come to my lab if you would like, just be prepared to work." Root wrote down directions to get to said off-campus lab (though still owned by Hope's Peak unfortunately). It wasn't like he had a guinea pig other than Taro before. It wasn't like Taro volunteered to be a guinea pig either. Then again, maybe he should know better than to use Taro because accidents always happened around Taro.
"Three is fine. Say hello to Daniel for me," Root said with a slight grin, looking up at Kaneko as she apologized for not having more with her.
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Mar 8, 2016 3:02:15 GMT
The Ultimate Lucky Student would have been more then happy to just stop talking completely to avoid upsetting Kaneko. However what Root said reinvigorated him.
Nagito could hardly believe his ears. Root wanted his help after all? This was fantastic news. Maybe he could truly help Root make strides in his scientific pursuits? Maybe his good luck would actually prove useful for someone else as a change? He had no one else left that he loved so surely his bad luck would only affect him?
"That's great news! You can really do whatever you want to me. I don't mind at all. I promise I will work as hard as I am able. I am sorry for implying that someone like you would waste time even thinking about someone like me. I suppose that is more of my selfish pride. Anyway you really are a kind person Root-kun, to give me such an oppurtunity. "Nagito said.
"Oh and I am sorry Kaneko-san. I know you don't want to hear me speak my self-deprecating words. It must seem quite self indulgent to you doesn't it? I would hate to take up more of your time but if you don't mind me asking. This Daniel wouldn't happen to be Daniel Saotome, the Ultimate Procrastinator would he?" Nagito inquired.
He had heard of the Ultimate Procrastinator before. However he was able to get very little information on him. Such a talent didn't seem very special. However he just knew it had to be useful in someway if Hope's Peak accepted him. They only accepted those with the potential to fill the world with Hope or at least be a stepping stone for the process.
Maybe he could relate in some small way to the Procrastinator? Komaeda held onto that faint, secret hope. He wasn't sure if he deserved even that much...but he was too weak to cast it away entirely.
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Post by Yvette Dupont on Mar 11, 2016 0:58:45 GMT
Yvette had a hard time, but she eventually managed to steal the washing machine from the laundry room without anyone noticing. It took a little bit of chloroform here, and fake spiders there, but it got the job done.
Getting the washing machine to the kitchen was a whole other issue. She opted against using the trolley because wheels are for tigers. Tigers are orange. Oranges are orange. And oranges are evil! Therefore, using the trolley would have supported Christopher Dodd! And he's evil. Yvette was only doing her civic duty. Wait, civic duty. No you fucking weren't! You were about to assassinate a presidential candidate! You were almost arrested!
"It's not like it's my fault they got mad at me for trying to eat a presidential candidate!"
Yes it is. People get mad at you when you try to kill someone. And that was last week. The elections were already over! You don't even live in America!
"What was I supposed to do, not use a spork?"
That's not the fucking poin..you know what. Nevermind. Bottom line, she pushed the washing machine into the cafeteria where the others were.
She saw Root, the Ultimate Soup Store Owner, Nagito, the Ultimate White Hair, and Kodak Nachu Picchu, the Ultimate Cross-Country Skier That Also Has Chicken Pox At Seven.
"What an odd combo? Shouldn't you guys be in Brazil? You know, to feed the duckies."
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