██ █ ┋❝GAKUEN↷MIRAI❞ (MOVING)

I have cookies . . .

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[Shousie]

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Darkness. That's all he could see. A blackness surrounded him and cloaked him with a heavy weight on top of his body. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak. He just felt stiff. He could barely breathe. Even in his younger years, Katashi had always imagined that this was what death really was like. Darkness. Pain. Nothing. He was swept away in a dreamless world; one he wasn’t sure he would be able to ever leave again. Every once in a while a cold touch would flow over him, only to leave before he was even able to identify the source. As he passed in and out of consciousness, he felt like he never really knew what exactly was going on. At first, everything was just black. No noise, not light. Just black. He didn't know where he was, or what was going on. He tried piecing together what happened before the darkness, but his mind was too fragile and too tired to try and understand what was going on. After a while the darkness and silence faded to a slight tinting of light and muffled noises. And after what felt like an eternity, the whispering started.

It was right at the limit of hearing, so that at first he wasn’t totally sure he could actually hear anything. It was an almost imperceptible susurration that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. The sound was there, yet so far away. It was impossible to determine where it came from, and that made it impossible to make out whether it was voices or just a new fragment of his own imagination. It ebbed and flowed at the very edge of his senses, sometimes drowned by the dragging noise of his own heartbeat in his ears, sometimes becoming almost clear. And then, after he had spend so much time with the incomprehensible muttering, he began to make out individual words. Unpleasantly evocative words. Once, he thought he clearly heard a voice say ”suffocate”. And then the muttering died until he heard, or thought he heard, the word ”death”. After that he was almost certain that he had made out his own name between the whispers... but it was too soft and his ears almost seemed to block out the sound. More meaningless and wordless whispering followed these words, though this time the sounds were considerably louder. So loud that it was logically near impossible for him not to understand the words spoken, near impossible, yes, as it for an unidentifiable reason still slurred by his body in one big blur.

And then, the darkness made place for pain.

Every inch of his body was in agony, as if he was compressed into a tight space and then stretched out and then twisted, then the process repeated hundreds of times. He couldn't move any part of his body. His head felt like it was being completely crushed from the inside out by something that was probably close to being comparable to a nuclear explosion. Any and every breath he took sent shocks of pain to the very tips of his fingers and toes, making him want to cringe and yell out in his agony. But he just couldn't. ”Wake up you fool.” His head was throbbing and spinning. No matter how much he tried, it just felt as if he was stuck in the middle of a tornado, spinning around and around as his body was pressed against the closest solid object. With every word spoken by the new, clear voice a wave of excruciating jolted through him. He felt as if he couldn't take another moment of this tormenting punishment. The voice, he recognized it now as the headmaster’s , was booming in his head; sounding like each individual word was spoken through a megaphone that had been carefully implanted in his brain. ”I do not like repeating myself. Failure – perhaps you’re getting too used to it.” A tortured groan escaped his lips. He couldn't move, his body wasn't even budging to his will -- all he felt was the terrible pain Raiden was inflicting on him. And when his eyes finally obeyed; he was surrounded by white.

At first he tried to blink it away but soon enough noticed that it was no use. His eyes shifted in the general way he thought Raiden would be, now judging by the sound of his voice alone, and found a darker shade of the blinding white hovering over him which he guessed to be the headmaster. Katashi blinked a few times, once imagining that he could actually see the piercing green of the principal’s eyes, though after he had blinked some more the colour faded back to the black and white scheme he had become so familiar with. Yes, it was definitely Raiden standing there... and he did not looked pleased. Not at all. ”I shall be expecting you to get back to your duties. Failure to do so. . .” There was a pause in the words before the headmaster continued. ”. . . will result you to go permanently blind or would you rather have me tarnishing your voice this time?” The music teacher’s eyes widened at the threat, an action he instantly regretted when a splitting pain shot to his head. The colours—his eyesight... that was one thing. But he could not lose his voice and Raiden knew this. A weak point that the headmaster couldn’t help but to exploit. ”No... sir.” He felt the words slip out of his mouth in a small whisper, barely an inflection on a breath. Raiden seemed to be content with just this reply though, certain of the fact that his music teacher would be up and back to work in a matter of minutes. Another few words were spoken to assure this; but soon enough the headmaster took his leave and he was once again left alone in the small infirmary room, eyes slowly falling shut again as a wave of tiredness hit him.

He didn't know how long he waited in the black, but he felt a dead weight descend onto his body as the excruciating pain Raiden had inflicted upon him slowly left his body. His limbs felt heavy and weak, head throbbing with a dull pain that could only be described as annoying and frustrating. His chest felt restricted, as well as stiff. He couldn't move his neck, but he felt all of the original sensations come back. Heh, now was as good a time as any. ”MATSUI-SAN!” The shill voice pierced the air as soon as he had somehow managed to find the strength to sit up – while taking extra care not to move his head too much of course. In his current state he did not want to anger the headmaster even further, but he wasn’t stupid... and certainly in no mood to put himself through even more pain. ”What are you doing?! You’ve been in a coma for a WEEK! You need rest!” He just looked at her and tried to reply but all that came out was a hoarse croak. She must have noticed, as she soon summoned a glass of water that had been standing on his nightstand and hovered it over his mouth. After the soothing liquid trickled down his throat and into his stomach Katashi let out a content sigh before coughing slightly, causing the pain to flame up in the back of his head and his entire body to cringe in pain. When he opened his eyes again, she was looking at him with concern. ”Need to... get back to... work.” He croaked while somehow trying to gather the energy to stand up before actually doing so, ignoring the nurse’s mutters about Raiden’s ’insanely loyal’ teachers as he slowly swung his legs over one side of the bed.


⇡ xx Company - Nurse (NPC).xxxxLocation - Infirmary Room.xxxClothes - Pyjamas. xx ⇡

ooc - kata's coma gave me the time to catch
up. and now i've done that; he's back ;p

[chunese]

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tab As Tomoki waited for his roommate to accept his offering, his silver eyes looked down at the two sad excuses for roses. Maybe that was the reason why these two fell from the large bouquet that his best friend brought for their sensei. The two flowers seemed like they had given up on being beautiful and the petals seemed to die before Tomoki's eyes. Around his fingers the stems of the roses were beginning to become covered in a thin layer of crystal-like frost. That was probably why they were dying in the first place. He silently hoped that Chouko would take the flowers soon, or else they would be nothing more than icicles and Tomoki knew that wouldn't be the greatest thing a girl could receive.

tab His attention was then diverted back towards his white-haired friend who seemed to finally swallow down a much needed chill pill. A few of the petals from his bouquet was beginning to break off as the bundle was extended out towards their bitter looking sensei. Despite Ren's encouraging prodding, the diminutive man seemed to be much more interested in the dolls than Ren's peace offering. He locked up the cabinet then headed out, barely any sort of word toward his beta student. Tomo didn't even need to see Ren's face to know what expression was plastered across his friend's features. A somewhat raging aura seemed to radiate off his body as he gathered his supplies and he too headed out. Not a word was also said towards Tomoki but he figured it was just because he was speaking to his roommate. Then, as if on queue...

tab Turning back toward the lavender-haired female, he noticed a light smile painted across her lips. Tomoki grinned at the smile happily then nodded. She had taken the flowers into her own hands and a feeling of relief passed over him as he watched the roses bloom at her simple touch. The frost around the stems seemed to also fade once the two roses were placed into her care and he wasn't sure if he was the one more relieved or the flowers themselves. She softly told him a thank you and then said that she wasn't sad despite her faltering smile and an added sigh. His eyebrows rose in a doubting expression, then his mouth began to open to say a few words when she cut herself off from explaining. It struck him like the car that killed Myrtle in The Great Gatsby. Realization passed over him and he shook his head just like Chou. How foolish of him to push that memory to the very back of his mind as always. The Sweep Up was definitely something to do with that heavy mood in the air all over Mirai. And yet, the thought of Aki dying... The thought of those who had lost their lives this year, and the many years prior, it was just too heavy for Tomo to bear. The thought of death was not something Tomo had good graces with, that was for sure.

tab And so he knew not to prod, on this subject alone, because he surely did not want this topic to be launched back to his arrival at Mirai. His fading genuine grin was then replaced with a forced plastic like smile. She seemed to have gathered double of what they needed and told him they were drawing models outdoors today. He nodded in a silent thank you then quickly gathered the things he needed, following a few yard lengths behind. Upon arrival to the area where everyone was gathered, a few faces were missing. One being, Ren's whom Tomo thought had left already, but he was nowhere to be found. The 'idol' as well as Nagami was also nowhere to be seen. Tomoki adjusted his supplies in his arms and shrugged a bit. He had no problem shoving his way in a seat next to someone that didn't know him, though Tomo had to quickly think of which side to sit on before he suspected sensei would bark at him or something.

tab Silver eyes settled on the black-haired Beta, Shiryu-san who was settling between both of the two puppets. Tomo instantly scuttled forward and placed his things on top of the stool. Just as he was about to check to make sure he had everything a simple word seemed to echo in Tomo's ears. 'Ice'. He flipped his body around until he saw Nakao-sensei lightly pressing a hand across his cruised and swollen cheek. The other cheek was starting to show the purple-ish color as well and Tomo resisted the desire to smile. He sure was having a rough time. So, even if the petite angry teacher hated the alpha with a passion, Tomo jogged forward and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. He then formed a large pile of marble-sized ice and wrapped it in the cloth like a small bento. Tomoki did a quick bow like he had inside the classroom and then presented the bundle to his sensei with a serious expression. "Nakao-sensei ... ehem, ice?" Once it was taken from him Tomo went back towards his seat.

tab The alpha sat on the stool in an awkward-looking but comfortable criss-cross position besides Shiryu, but with closer view for those painting Ryuusei. The alpha quickly unpacked his supplies and placed the pencil case in his lap. All the pencils seemed the same to the lad, the idea that every pencil was different seemed to be nothing more than a foreign concept. No matter what the pencil, heck even if it were some insane magical pencil that Nakao-sensei himself possessed, there was no hope for Tomoki. Sure, he also promised his sensei that he would impress him today, but this whole year so far, all he had produced was something maybe a step or two higher than a pitiful stick figure with insane yaoi hands. He adjusted his canvas a bit closer to him and then turned to the beta with a grin. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here." Sure, the lad was in S&T club with Tomo, but the two hadn't really talked that much, not anything more that the occasional acknowledge of their existence. But then again, they both didn't seem like the shy type. "You aren't gonna draw both of them are you?" The alpha raised his eyebrows in slight disbelief. "Teach me the ways!"

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health ⊰ 1OO% tab feeling ⊰ chatty / curious
ooc ⊰ the most forced post ever. im sorry blah & thanks kappa for the amazin' gfx! <333

howleu

xLiemx

[Soaru]

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Knowledge regarding the whole dilemma was to be kept a secret for now. However, whether she will indeed abide by Jacobi’s words or not was for the alpha to decide. Nanase’s eyes narrowed while olive green strands framed her face as she stayed crouched until the drama queen was done with his little runway talk. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she slowly stood up straight once more. The female was thankful to the fact that she didn’t have to utter the words of apology. She felt as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulder. Such gestures were rather hard for her to overcome. As Jacobi mentioned a few moments ago – they need to have feelings, that Nanase has trouble projecting. “You’re embarrassed?” Rather than an accusation her soft spoken words came out as a question. Her pale emerald gaze scrutinized the expression on the male’s face. Within a matter of a second a smirk graced her lips.

The next moment, the mocking yet barely visible grin disappeared as her attention drifted towards the sudden intruder. From Jaocbi’s tall frame her eyes slowly shifted towards what seemed like a scene from . . . possibly an . . . 'R' rated movie. She didn’t have to look at the face of the naked madman to deduce who it was. Without being unfazed by the scenario, the female simply rested her palm over her forehead ruffling her bangs in the process. Her eyes rested atop nothing in particular to avoid looking at Kouta’s naked form. To be completely honest, she has seen him and another shameless individual in their birthday suit far too many times. The girl has grown immune to such overplayed scenes. Maybe she should start taking pictures of these boys and sell them to the rabid fangirls of Kouta x Nero Naked Love Association (KNNLA). A sudden distaste towards the simpleminded thought forced the girl to frown in disdain. “Tch, I don’t know what you’re talking about Bakouta.” She expressed her irritation and folded her arms over her chest.

As Kouta walked away to get dressed she furrowed her eyebrows at Jacobi’s inquisitive gaze playing in between her and the brown haired bean bag. “Refrain from thinking any kind of inappropriate thoughts sensei.” She spoke icily while giving the teacher a cat-like look, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Despite the fact that Kouta was the one with the cat ears, Nanase seemed to be the one silently hissing at the two males. While her classmate emerged from the bathroom once more, this time hiding mini-Kouta as well the female simply tried to overlook his invitation to go to class together. “Hn.” She muttered and turning towards her wardrobe and opening it without much haste. Her ears stayed perked up trying to catch the conversation between the two metrosexual males. That accusation isn’t baseless because clearly Jacobi wears too much hair extension and Kazuo has an unhealthy obsession with guyliners. Rolling her eyes at the thought she slowly lifted up the hem of her dress unconsciously only to stop midway. “. . . . . . . . .” Another sigh left her slightly parted lips.

Dropping the clothing in between her slender fingers, the female took out her school uniform shutting the door to her wardrobe in a stiff manner. Just before walking past the two taller figures Nanase slowed down her pace, without glancing at Kouta she started to speak. “So sloppy, your incomplete morphing might have prevented you from retrieving your brain.” She stated simply and closed her eyes pretending to think deeply. Opening one of her eyes she turned to face the male and ruffled Kouta’s messy brown hair before walking off towards the bathroom. “There was a . . . bug on your head.” She lied and added a quiet ‘hmph’ at the end of her sentence. Last thing she wanted was for Kouta to get any kind of idea, openly appreciating the boy’s silly words and actions was not going to happen, not today. Placing a hand over the bathroom door the teen paused before entering. “Er . . . you two mind taking it outside?” She questioned blinking away from the door only to look at the two individuals in her room.



❝■┋m o o d : calm ❝■┋ l o c a t i o n : dorm room ❝■┋ c o m p a n y : jacobi, bakouta
❝■┋ o u t f i t : hospital gown ❝■┋ m u s i c : canard

OOC - Trololol

[Define Sanity]

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● Location: Courtyard ● Company: CHouko and 2nd years ● Mood: Happy, even if its fleeting ● Outfit: Female Uniform ●

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When the rest of the students arrived Rin sleepishly sat up to face the teacher. Two of his beautiful puppets (Or dollies as Rin jokingly thought) trailed behind in very old and traditional garments. The male doll, Ryuusei, was wearing a lovely Japanese Hamaka, while the female doll, Elizabeth wore a pretty Victorian era dress. Beside her Chouko had finished setting up their canvases and asked her which person she preferred to draw. “Hm…well it seems you’re doing the girl..so I’ll attempt the man.” The problem was Rin hasn’t drawn lately and happened to get some artist block. She squinted down at her blank canvas and tapped her pencil on her cheek. She didn’t want to be cliché and make a samurai or some other heroic art piece. She also didn’t want to make the man at a festival or something like that. Rin puffed out her cheeks in frustration, making her look like she was pouting. “Mehhh! I Don’t even know! I’m usually just able to let it all flow out…” This was frustrating, but a happy distraction to her mood.

After much sitting around Rin finally decided that she couldn’t think of anything and would just watch the others do work until then. *Sigh* She stared over at Chouko who is in the zone by now. Her friend was especially pretty when she was all serious into her art. “I bet if she just opened up…she could totally get a boyfriend.” And just then a smile crept on Rin’s face. What if Chouko got a boyfriend?? Now that would be something interesting. Hehe “Neh, Chouko!” she giggled, before poking her cheek. “Is there anyone that you like?” The random thought just never popped into her mind. The two were friends not too long after they entered the school, yet this was a topic that they never shared. It was so girly, and just something the two were too shy and reserved to talk about. However at this time Rin wanted anything and anything as a distraction, her work could come later.

She continued smiling at the thought of her own crush. Smiling was such a nice thing right now and Rin didn’t want to stop. If only she could hold onto the giddy happiness of a regular teenage girl for just a while.

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xxxxxxxxx ""If I close my eyes and listen to the wind with the warm sun is on my face, I almost feel like I'm home.""

vampire-ish_angel

1) Yes this post sucked
2) Lol PUT YOU ON THE SPOT

[Onelaughing]

Nagami paused when he noticed Midori had fallen behind him in the hallway and turned back to see she had suddenly started a conversation with one of their fellow classmates who seemed to be headed to the courtyard with the rest of the class. Momentarily confused, he looked back to see what she needed from the student, only to begin to stutter when she began handing over her own supplies. "M-M-Midori-chan! But you n-need to..." He raised a hand as if to stop her, but she had already quickly and successfully unloaded her art materials onto the other student. Before he knew it, the pinkette stood before him with crossed arms and stated bluntly he was contagious. Shortly after, her words had settled in his mind, his expression showed utter defeat. It was too late to beg and plead now. This moment will forever be buried in his conscience; the moment he contaminated Idol-chan with his bad behavior, ruining her good reputation and whisking her away to a flower garden the instant she spoke to him.

His mind was muddled with his wrongdoings, but it was too late to back out now. They had soon arrived to the garden, which welcomed the two with a spring breeze and a soft pink haze blew by. Nagami lifted his head up to face further skyward, his eyes widened in awe of the scenery that looked unfamiliar to him. He never had a purpose to visit the garden on his own, and he had never been willing to invite someone to visit such a place. Coming to the garden so early in the morning made the flower beds and the cherry blossoms far more bright and lively. It was even reminiscent of those manga where the heroine and her love interest meet beneath the bright pink trees and the petals obscuring their vision when they are moments from each other's reach. It's a heavily cliched setting, but admittedly, it was sort of romantic. But that wasn't the reason why the two classmates were there. They were there only to pick flowers. They skipped class for good intentions, right?

Nagami's attention drifted away with the spring winds that he admired so greatly. They felt so gentle, unlike his own. His gaze turned back to his pink-haired companion when he heard a sneeze followed by laughter. The boy couldn't help but laugh along with her, feeling a sudden amount of relief and the weight of leaving their class being left far behind him. He was surprised when Midori had assumed that he had many friends, even when their encounters had always been short and sweet. Having a lot of friends probably wouldn't be the right way to phrase it. Kouhai, senpai, sensei were more accurate really. He opened his mouth to reply, but he hesitated and shortly after she continued to speak, providing him with a question. "Nagami-kun . . . do you like it here?”

Over the course of the conversation, their eyes never met. The two had acted so familiar in the hallway, speaking so freely and even running off with no regrets -or few, from his perspective. All of a sudden, they were sharing thoughts over the scent of cherry blossoms and what were mostly tulips. It took a long while of thinking before Nagami could voice his own thoughts, although he felt more comfortable without Midori looking him in the eyes. "I do." His words were quiet, and his tone sounded almost like those of a confession. His cheeks were tinted pink as well, but that could have easily been because it was reflected off the endless rain of petals. He slowly stepped towards Midori as spoke just as quietly until her words seemed nonexistent. He looked at the bud between Midori's fingertips and bent down, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

The wind picked up at that moment, brushing by the both of them. She looked defenseless, staring only at the bud and nothing else. Speaking so freely with someone she barely knew. The way her words trailed off made her seem so inferior, so thoughtless to the idea that a boy was alone with her. If he gripped her shoulder any harder, he could have pushed her down from where he stood. That's right, she was Idol-sama as well, not just the Midori-chan he knew from music club. She was letting her guard down because it was Nagami and not someone else. She shouldn't be so easily deceived by a pretty face, he thought. I'm still a boy... I'm still one of them. I react just like all the rest, just... differently. He felt his bangs cast over his face as he dipped his head downward. She couldn't see his expression, since she still wasn't looking at him.

Nagami let his emotionally charged mind run wild, and suddenly he found himself on the verge of tears. He was shocked to see a glimmer of moisture amount to tears in his eyes. His hand was still on the shoulder of his classmate, but he soon retracted it and stood up to his full height again. He felt that the moisture had yet to stream down his cheeks, so he hurriedly wiped them away with his sleeves to hopefully hide his sudden burst of tears. Hopefully, she hadn't seen it. If she didn't look back anymore, just like before, everything would be fine and he could pretend it never happened.

His mind quickly reset to what they were doing before, hastily trying to recover the purpose of their visit to the garden. "The flowers... do you think the tulips were nice?" he asked in a slight nervous tone. He sniffled, maybe because he was reacting to the flowers. Or maybe it felt colder all due to the breeze. "I don't know much about flowers or how to pick them, but they're pretty." He laughed awkwardly at himself, indirectly implying that he'd never gotten flowers as a gift for anyone before. He wasn't familiar with how they were chosen, although he had seen bouquets before, most often when he passed by a flower shop in the past.


▌WHERE : garden
▌WITH : midori
▌MOOD : nervous, suddenly uncomfortable
▌OUTFIT : male school uniform

┆OOC : （ thanks to Goat for the new gfx! ）

[xLiemx]

Arisato_Shiryu

Medusa's Eye

- Second Year Second Stage -

The treacherous Sunset
wipes the irratation off my brow
My bike engine roars
As if it's singing a song

♦Location:

courtyard

♦Status:

wearing my uniform

♦Company:

art students(2nd years), tomoki

♦OOC

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He slouches, he stretches and he occasionally doodles random animals (typically obscured cats and dogs) into his notepad for 'inspiration'. Next up, he would look at one puppet and then glance to the other, proceeding to day dream for a little while before finally progressing a mere 0.2% on his art work. But hey, at least he's doing some work, right? The boy makes such an effort to procrastinate that if he would divert some of that towards his canvas, perhaps he shall have less work. This is actually true in all his classes if we are going to be picky. Shiryu is not one to be restricted by exhaustion or lack of sleep. He knows not of this monster that prey on the mind of artists known as 'art-block' nor is his armoury deprived of 'inspiration' at any given time. Infact, he has numerous ideas. Although right now his current one is a plain lead based picture form of both puppets, he feels not lost, overwhelmed or troubled. It's just, well, it's midday and although some might argue art class is already a fun class, its not the same as having fun and that is exactly what shiryu wants. Fifteen minutes in, he's already grown bored of this segment and he's much rather get an early start on lunch. There's a good week to do this project right? Hey, if he's able to do half today (which shouldn't be too bad), then he can leave the rest for the end of the week right? It's not like there's gonna be other assignments or commitments...right?

Shiryu places his pencils down. Just like that his attention pans out. Early start on lunch...whats in the cafeteria today? He didn't check out the menu at breakfast, too busy devourin' eggs so he doesn't run late on period one. Deep in thought about what delights he could use, he didn't notice Tomoki come around him. "Whoa, what up. Weren't you with the bleachy?" Bleachy was Shiryu's friendly nickname to Ren. Whether Ren feels it the same way was a whole 'nother matter. Afterall you gotta use a heavy amount of bleaching products to get Ren's snow white hair, right? Shiryu looks side to side of the courtyard. Huh, Pinky aka Midori ain't here either. "So Ren up't and got out of this class. Can't say I blame the dude but... there's other classes worth didtchin' yknow." Like maths or history or both. Not that Shiryu plans to do so...today. Tomoki was part of the sciencey club of the school. A second yearer like him too. They don't talk much but c'mon. All a guy needs to do is say hi, shake hands and you're best mates now. "So what's Smokin' Tomoki'n. Plannin to draw the puppet-dude huh." Well, the male was situated closer to that puppet.

Shiryu picked up the current two pencils he was using and continued his work. Back to the canvas now. As he lifted both sketching tools, he could feel tomoki's pair of eyes still on him and his theory was confirmed when the boy asked about Shiryu drawing both puppets. "Scheheh. You got it man. Art is for the greedy and when I am an artist I don't want the number 1 or 2 but the number 12. Who knows. Maybe Sensei will uplift my grade from this, Maybe I get some certificate, some letters asking my Piece to hang in Kyoto's Museum. Or maybe I just get a decent grade, I'm cool with that too." He smiled, his eyes still on his canvas, though it's not as empty anymore. His right hand moved from the canvas only to place itself beneath his chin."I'm still not too sure on how I'll draw these two interacting though. So what's your piece about?" Shiryu decided to make small talk. Drawing ain't hard work but with company, it's enjoyable work, even if it will take double the time. "Well, we got a week to work at it. We can simply take our time, am I right tomoki?" He pondered for a moment if he should ask tomoki about other things. Stuff like the whole chimera incident. Did anyone else have something strange happened to them? Anything at all? As far he knows, several people demonstrated extra control or surpassed their previous skill levels. Personally, all he got was a permanent third eye. Not the prettiest thing, mind you. He glanced at tomoki and proceeded to open his mouth slightly, only to sigh. A conversation for another time. Many are still recovering, physically and mentally. "Y'know what dude. I think I'll just draw these two battling it out..,Shounen-like, in their current clothing style. The idea just...came to me, Scheheh."


Having some focus, he increased his pace. The puppets, in their stillness, only assisted his imagination to place them in the canvas. He didn't take his eyes off the canvas although he retained his communication with Tomoki. He did have something he needed off the boy though. Something that was weighing on his mind and has been for a while now. "Oi, Tomoki-bro. Know what's good on the lunch menu today?"

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Roar Out Loud
You Don't Say Much
The Fairy Knows Not to Talk Around Snakes

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Where: Science Classroom
Who: Fukui-sensei, First years
Feeling: ...
Outfit: School Uniform


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"Delighted to meet you Chiki-kun." Sora said brightly before a disruption within the classroom from one of his friends, Hilde distracted him slightly so he didn't quite catch the rest of Tento's words. Hilde spoke, saying something about the hand of the new student bleeding and her taking him towards the nurse. Sora figured that that might be the best as he was pretty sure that Hilde herself wasn't quite fully healed just yet. She was supposed to be resting until fully healed, not hopping around attending classes, but if she felt up to it, Sora wasn't going to annoy the editor of the school newspaper any more than she already was. Besides, she still hadn't quite forgiven Sora for not being able to take any photos of the sweep-up. Maybe next year if Sora felt up to it, but he was fairly certain that that was in no way going to happen. Even as he watched, Hilde grabbed her crutches, and the new student along with her before rushing out of the science classroom. Once she was gone, Sora turned back to face the first year he'd addressed earlier.

He just managed to hear the question posed to him from the new student and Sora kind of understood his fellow first years' confusion. Tento-kun had not gone through the annual sweep-up, he had just missed it by a few days, so it was understandable that he would not understand what exactly was happening at the current moment. "Oh... erm it's just something that happened last week." Sora explained, a little hesitantly. How to explain an event where lives were lost fighting against monstrous things, created from the deepest and darkest imaginations possible in the human mind? "Everyone was... deeply affected by it." Sora added, not really knowing how else to explain the concept of the annual sweep up to Tento. "You'll understand why everyone's acting this way next year, when the event happens again." That is, if one lived to tell the tale...

Out of the corner of his eye, Sora saw another first year approach Kotori, his other good friend and speak to her. The first year, Sora believed his name was Akihiko-kun, didn't look too great, and if his assumption was correct, it was once again something to do with the sweep-up. Watching Kotori stand up and help Akihiko out of the science classroom, Sora inwardly sighed, making a mental note to check up on his two friends later on during the day. He heard Tento-kun speak and turned to face him. "Well Hilde's already taken the new student to the infirmary, and Kotori's taking Akihiko I assume. You still want to be partners?" Sora asked, a little at a loss at what to do now.


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OOC: short and crappy I know >.<"

[vague and vogue]

━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ( hair manipulation ) ━ ( first year ) ━ ( journalist )
━━━ALL WE NEED IS A LITTLE BIT OF INERTIA ❖
━━━━━LOCATION: SCIENCE LAB >>> INFIRMARY━━━━WITH: FUKUI-SENSEI + FIRST YEARS >>> AKIHIKO + NERO, SHIROIBARA, RUNA & MATSUI SENSEI (SHE HASN'T NOTICED HIM YET THOUGH)
━━━━━CONDITION: BEWILDERED, CONCERNED & SHY




It was too late to regret asking a silly question. If it could be done individually, surely Fukui-sensei would have mentioned it. Kotori placed her hand on her lap, smiling weakly at the beautiful teacher. Before she could say anything else, a hand appeared on her desk! Seemingly out of nowhere too, until...

"If it isn't too much trouble, would you help me to the nurse's?"

It was so strange seeing Inoue-kun kneeling on the floor that she had to blink several times. Her heart began beating a little faster with his face so close to her. She had always thought that her dormitory neighbor was adorable (and tall, but most of the students were towered over her anyway). To see him up-close was slightly bewildering for her. His breathing was uneven and his eyes appeared to be going unfocused. Oh no! Once his words sank into her mind, Kotori immediately stood up, nearly falling off her chair. She steadied the chair and herself, giving a sheepish look at Fukui-sensei. She looked nice enough to understand that Inoue-kun was really unwell, right...?

"It's no trouble at all, Inoue-kun," she whispered, suddenly having the urge to pat the his head. His hair looked soft. "Fukui-sensei, I apologize for disrupting the class. I think Inoue-kun has to go to the infirmary and it is better if he is accompanied. For, erm, safety purposes..." She tried not to end her sentence with a questioning tone. The first year could not afford to be so uncertain of herself all the time.

Bowing deeply, Kotori turned to Inoue and placed a reassuring hand on his forearm, before holding it in a very loose grasp. She tugged gently, signalling for him to move. They made their way out of the classroom slowly but steadily, with Kotori struggling to compensate for her height (or lack thereof) by tip-toeing ever so often.

Once they were out of the classroom and walking along the corridors in the direction of the infirmary, Kotori released her hold on Inoue. "Sorry, Inoue-kun...hope you didn't mind...the, ah, that." Her arms gesticulated wildly, almost hitting the other student. Frantic, she quickly grabbed on to his arm with both hands. "Um, sorry..." she mumbled, letting go while paying close attention to Inoue's condition. If he showed any signs of collapsing, she would support him as gently as possible.

Eventually, she held on to Inoue's wrist in a loose hold, telling herself that it was for her classmate's sake that she was doing this.

It seemed to take an eternity to get to the infirmary.

"Sorry to disturb," she said politely, opening the door and waiting for Inoue to walk ahead first. "Eh? Nero-senpai?" Upon seeing her room-mate with two female seniors and a nurse, Kotori immediately let go of Inoue's wrist in embarrassment.

The shirtless state of Nero and that familiar tingle in the air made her brows scrunch. She waved her hands in an attempt to shoo off the pheromones emitted by Nero. "You've got to stop stripping, senpai. You'll get into serious trouble-"

Kotori stopped talking. She was here for a more important reason than squabbling with her room-mate! "Here, Inoue-kun," she said softly, "I think you should sit down..." She stopped herself from commenting on his paleness; it would be very nice to remind him of just how unwell he looked right now. Giving a small smile, Kotori nudged him towards an empty bed.

The nurse, who still looked a little daze from Nero's pheromone attack, finally came over. She checked his temperature and ran a quick scan of his vitals. "Your temperature is starting to run a little high..." the nurse said with a frown. "Inoue Akihiko, first year," she read his name out loud, then glanced at him. "Get more rest. And eat regularly. It is for your own good."

Kotori, not knowing what to do, sat on the edge of the bed that Inoue was occupying. Though hearing such comments from the nurse should be somewhat of a relief - he wasn't suffering from some serious injury after all - she still felt unsettled.

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but then that word
GREW LOUDER&LOUDER* ▬
UNTIL IT WAS A BATTLE CRY. I'LL COME BACK WHEN YOU CALL ME. NO NEED TO SAY GOODBYE. NO NEED TO SAY GOODBYE.
UNTIL IT WAS A BATTLE CRY. I'LL COME BACK WHEN YOU CALL ME. NO NEED TO SAY GOODBYE. NO NEED TO SAY GOODBYE.
OUTFIT this plus a grey cardigan howleu LOCATION courtyard > garden howleu COMPANY second years, elizabeth, ryuusei > tomoki > little italy, midori, nagami
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s soon as Mika had finished giving out instructions, the students began to move to their respective sides. Elizabeth ended up drawing in most of the crowd, much to his distaste. It wasn’t a bad thing though, for at least she’d be too occupied keeping a nice pose to stir up a fight with Ryuusei. It just meant there’d be less of a variety coming from this period, and there was another thing. Ryuusei was now flirting with his female students again.

That damn eccentric. Sure, the puppet might not have any ulterior motives, but it was still god damn disgusting. His mouth twitched at the sight. Even above the murmur of the crowd, he could overhear their conversation. “Oh? You’re from Shibuya? How lovely. And…” His attention then shifted to another student. He tapped his lips with a finger as he gazed down at her. “Heeeeh~ Rin-chan, correct me if I’m wrong, but….for a moment there, you had the look of a lovestruck school girl.” He teased, eyes glittering as he relished in the young girl’s reaction. “So who is it? A lover? A crush? Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul. Cross my heart.”

“Huh, that’s funny,” Elizabeth retorted, “because last time I checked, you didn’t have one.”
“Eh, that’s cold, Lizzie…”
“How dare you call me Lizzie!”
Yeah…these were his prized possessions alright.

Mika was about to head off to treat his own wounds when Tomoki approached him for the second time that day. His expression remained unchanged as the boy made a quick bow and held out his makeshift icepack. Water dripped through the fabric and landed in glistening drops on the grass. The elder glanced between the boy and his offering before reluctantly taking the package.

“…Thanks.” The boy had already left by the time those words passed his lips though. Whether or not he even heard him, well…that didn’t matter all that much to him. It still felt odd, though, for him to receive these kind gestures from others, nearly to the point that it felt foreign to him. Sitting down on a stone bench, Mika gently pressed the icepack against his cheek. His bruise stung at the first freezing touch but gradually grew numb over time. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back. ‘Well, so far so good…mm?’ Looking down, he found Little Italy carrying a manila folder over his head. The puppet bounced up and down and waved the object at him. “Right…attendance…I got it. I got it.” The minute the folder slipped out of the puppet’s hands, he grabbed hold of Mika’s leg and climbed up onto his lap. “Arisato’s here…Koujun…Kyomizu……….” His eyes narrowed. “…Miyagami…Miyagami Midori!” No answer. “Oi, Ryuusei, where’s Miyagami?”

The puppet blinked at him with a clueless expression. "And that is..."

That one who called me Elizabitch? Or at least that's what it sounded like what she was about to say..hmmph."

“Oh! I’m not sure, but I believe she left with one of her girlfriends. She was wearing a boy’s uniform though…you should check in on that.”
“Why didn’t you say anything before?!”

His eyes widened in feigned surprise. “I thought you knew.”

Unbelievable. Setting the melting icepack down, Mika shooed Little Italy off his lap and rose to his feet. His eyes swept across the courtyard as he did a quick headcount. ‘Even Tsukino is gone, too….tch.’ Honestly, he didn’t want to go searching for them; although at the same time, he didn’t want to have them wandering around campus when they clearly should be in his class either. He was their mentor, not their babysitter, for kami’s sake. “Oi, Elizabeth. Ryuusei. If anyone gets out of line, you know what to do.”

“Aye, aye,” Waving the duo goodbye, Ryuusei waited until both Mika and Little Italy were out of sight before finally turning back to the students with a Cheshire-like grin. “So~ how about we have some fun?”

Elizabeth snapped her head towards the latter in utter disbelief. “You…you can’t be serious. You’re not talking about that, again! You couldn't have possibly forgotten about what happened last year!”

“Mmmm~” A hand slipped underneath the folds of his kimono and pulled out a charcoal, leather book. He crossed one leg over the other, not even caring about the lovely view he was giving the students that were seated on the grass – not that it mattered anyway. He was only a puppet after all, and it wasn’t like there was anything for them to see anyhow. He smirked at the thought as his fingers leafed through the clear sheets. “Ah…there it is….so~” He smiled. “Who wants to see sensei’s baby pictures?”



A sneeze echoed through empty corridors, or well…almost empty. Sniffling, Mika pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his nose. "Ugh…disgusting…” Little Italy paused in his tracks to stare up at the puppeteer behind him. He took off his bonnet and held it up as an offering. It was a sweet gesture, and as much as the latter hated to admit it, he did feel a little touched. However…now was not the time for that. Bending down, he plucked the small bonnet out of the puppet’s small hands and tucked the item into his pocket. Pleased, Little Italy began to hop after him,

It doesn’t take long before they finally spot the two little misfits. Mika found them kneeling down by the flower beds in the garden, and if he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought they were overgrown flowers, too, what with that hair of theirs. The two had their backs facing him, meaning they had yet to realize that they had already been caught. And now for a punishment….
Something hard and cold nudged against his leg. Glancing downwards, he let a smile creep onto his lips. “Well, done, Little Italy.” The puppet beamed proudly up at him, even despite the droplets of water that was dripping down his face from the silver nozzle. As soon as the hose was in his master’s hands, he scrambled between the bushes where the handles were. Pointing the water hose towards the two idiots, Mika put out three fingers and began his countdown. “Three…two….one!"



OOC meh, didn't really proofread it so sorry if it sounds weird..probably does because i wrote it in the heat jaogjpadgjdaop


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[iamgone000goodbye]

Ren listened to the Dutch teen blabber away. What? He was actually doing her a favour. The boy corrected her English and now she will never make those mistakes ever again, well he hoped she won't. But it was Hilde he was talking about, so who knows what’s gonna happen next. "Is that all you have to say?... Still the same as ever I see, pointing out my flaws since we enter the forest; you ******** jackwit." The words swiftly fell out of Hilde’s mouth. “Wait what did you just say? Pointing out flaws? DAHAHAHA! Well for your information Janssen, I don’t’ really have to point them out…they’re pretty obvious.” Ren told Hilde as rolled his eyes at her. The white head removed his arm from Aki’s shoulder. He then crossed his arms and glared at her.

“And what exactly do you mean by ‘Since we enter the forest? HUH?!? You entered the forest without me and Yuki.” Ren corrected her. He was getting rather feisty right now. Well it was a peaceful day and all, and he was in a great mood, but…everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. “I just caught up to you with her so that I could stop you from going all ‘SOLO YOLO, IMMA DITCH THIS b***h AND GO SUICIDE MODE, SO MOVE ASIDE!...ugh.’” Ren shouted out to the girl. All he was trying to do was to stop her before she got murdered by some Chimera. Hilde was acting like a naïve and reckless first year, which she probably is in Ren’s opinion.

A long sigh escaped from his mouth. The lad was getting really ticked off by this chick. She commenced ranting and complaining about her s**t. She should've just spent a few minutes limping to my dorm to speak with me and not spend hours on that letter. The boy stood there by Aki's side while listening to what Hilde had to say. Ren then started wondering about what she just said about the cookies. He had left them by her doorstep approximately ten days ago. Ren was pretty surprised that Hilde didn’t get a bad case of Diarrhea. HAH! well of course it’s because I made them!

Then the Dutch teen said something that caught him off guard. What...‘yet you didn't brother to find me’…what does she mean by that. She has a brother? Wait…Is she calling me her brother? Those qeustions flooded his mind. "I think you should go back to the hospital and stay there for a few more days…because it seems like you’re going cuckoo…” Ren scratched the back of his head while feeling confused by what Hilde just said. Even though he wasn’t all that friendly with Hilde, he still sort of worried about her wellbeing. Suddenly Hilde spat out that she knew 7 languages. Umm...I didn't wanna know how many languages you are familiar with...damn she’s a show off. The boy thought in his mind. Hilde then blabbered away about how she just wanted to apologize. I thought I already said it's okay…but your jenglots pretty much failed to keep Yuki safe…so I don't know if you deserve forgiveness... The lad started recalling what happened in the sweep up. Ren wasn't really sure if he could do the next sweep up now. Death was written all over that event. Who knows maybe he himself will die in the next sweep up.

The silvette then noticed Hilde’s eyes lingering on the female beside him. She kindly introduced herself to Aki, going from 'super-duper b***h mode' to ‘oh so fake and nice’ mode. Wait what...she’s the head editor of the newspaper club…I thought she was just...a member. Ren squinted his eyes as he watched Hilde. ”You don’t even know Japanese, let alone English. How the hell did you get the spot for head editor? He was pretty surprised to hear that she was the editor of the newspaper club. Ren really didn’t expect someone who had difficulty with Japanese to have been the head editor of Mirai’s newspaper. ”Did you like bribe or blackmail the person in charge? Well when we look at your reputation that is probably one of the possible ways…” The beta questioned the brunette female yet again. "Plus I heard that you even infiltrated the Idol’s room like a few weeks ago. So yeah you really have a bad reputation, Hilde.” Ren recalled hearing people talk about how she gained access to the Idol’s room a few weeks ago. He believed that was most likely the reason why the Idol shrieked out loud in that particular morning. Ren knew he would’ve screamed like a little girl if someone sneaked into his dorm.

“And No. Stay away from Aki. I don’t want you to infect her with your ‘viruses’.” To be very honest he really didn’t want Aki to hang out with Hilde. He looked back at Aki and said “You know what…I’m not gonna drop you off to class…let's just skip on go to the rooftop...” Ren then looked Kentarou and smiled at him. “It was nice meeting you Ken...” He was pretty much oblivious about the fact that he still didn’t give Kentarou a proper introduction. With that being said he took Aki’s hand and ran off to the staircase. When he got around the corner of the hallway he found the stairs and climbed up while dragging Aki with him. Fortunately the door to the rooftop was open. Ren went near the edge of the rooftop and stood there with Aki. “Well I umm…Aki…I just don’t really like her…” he spoke to her mentioning that he was not very fond of Hilde. Ren remained silent for a few long minutes and then looked back at Aki and said. “Eh Kouhai…gomen ne, for acting like that in front of you with Hilde…he let out a sigh as he stood there by the edge while a soft breeze wafted through the place. “You must’ve felt a bit lost and confused back there Aki…” He suddenly heard the voice of a very special person. But then he turned around to see his worst nightmare take place right in front of his amber eyes.





■ (ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ⋮ hallway-rooftopxxx■ (ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ⋮ Hisakawaii, KenKen and that chick-Aki and Tomoxxx■ (ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ⋮slightly annoyed-terrified
■ (ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ⋮ uniformxxx■ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ⋮ Specialist
■ (ᴏᴏᴄ⋮ didn't proof read so butcher me if you want to difegrstdjyg/color]



Vosien


XxWild-Eyed_JokersxX


The Night Owl
msg. to you: Im sorry but i just had to post ahead cuz of the other post below me. ;w;

[iamgone000goodbye]

■ ( TOMOKI'S P.O.V⋮

Tomoki chuckled at the little comment Shiryu made about Ren’s hair. The ravenette started drawing the puppets. He wasn’t all that good in art to be very honest. He nodded at what Shiryu said about ditching classes. He looked around and noticed that most of the students were busy drawing, but of course some of them were out of site. Ren should’ve made Tomo come along with him, but he like walked out of the class and ran off somewhere else. The boy noticed that his friend’s bag and the disassembled flower bouquet was by a stool. He continued doodling on the canvas. Sadly Elizabeth looked like a woman with a huge blob on her head. No I have to draw good today...I promised Nakao-sensei. Determination rushed through him now and he rubbed the pencil sketches from his canvas and started drawing I all over again. "So what's Smokin' Tomoki'n. Plannin to draw the puppet-dude huh." Tomo looked back at Shiryu and said “Well I started with the lady…But I rubbed it off..well I really want this painting to look good, better than my other drawing at least.” A sigh escaped his lips as he remembered all the art projects he had done which turned out…well let’s just say it looked better than Ren’s. Well at the most that is.

Tomo looked over at Shiryu’s artwork. His canvas was pretty much filled now. Tomoki was slowly giving life to his empty one. He listened to Shiryu talk as he tried to lightly sketch out Elizabeth and Ryuusei. He looked back at his classmate when he asked what his work was about. “Uh..well I don’t really have a definite theme to be honest. I’m just drawing them the way they are…And yeah we have lot of time to finish this Arisato-san.” He went back to drawing. But then he let out a little laughter when he heard Shiryu saying that he’s gonna make them look like they’re battling. “Ahahaha, ne ne Arisato-san. You have a wild imagination. I’ll be looking forward to your finished product now.” Tomoki then cracked his knuckles a bit. As he was doing that he looked up in the sky. It was such a lovely day and everything ws serene. What could possibly go wrong in this beautiful spring morning? The lad’s eyes then caught Ren. He saw him standing near the edge of the rooftop. So that’s where he is…his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Arisato. “Uh…I’m not really sure but I believe we’re having Nikudon for lunch. Well that’s what I heard from someone this morning.” Tomoki got up from his seat and dropped his pencil as he stared at the rooftop. “Eh, Arisato-san I’ll be going to the rooftop for a bit…” He spoke to Shiryu as he lifted up his arm. “You see Ren’s right over there. I’ll try to get him back to class.” Tomoki pointed to the rooftop with his index finger. He looked back at his S & T mate and smiled at him before running off to the main building.

Tomoki soon reached the building where Ren was hanging out in. He quickly entered it and ran to the staircases. He climbed up a few flights of stairs and finally reached the rooftop’s entrance. As he entered the area he noticed that Ren was still there by the edge. He went up to him and said “Ren you need to go back to class ya ’know. You can’t be skip-” Before Tomoki could even finish his sentence, Ren caught him off guard when he took her name…Aki. Suddenly the Alpha started recalling everything he had experienced in this year’s sweep up. Memories of little Akiha started flooding his mind. He didn’t really get to know her all that much, but he had to suffer from the fact he couldn’t save her. Akiha died, right in front of his silver eyes.

Team Psi wasn’t able to save their fallen teammate. It was just too late for her, she’s been deceased. But he just heard Ren taking her name was she…still with them? Tears started trickling down his eyes. Aki…Akiha. Is she still alive…? His vision became blurry and he felt so frail. To be very honest he still did not recover completely. Tomoki hit the edge as he started to collapse. The flashback he just had strangely started affecting his mental and physical health. The black haired boy slipped a bit and his body lurched down and fell from the roof top. Tomoki reached out his hand towards Ren while his fragile figure cut through the wind. His bangs were flowing all over the place. All he could see was Ren and a blurred sight of something brown. “Ren…” he whispered his name as gravity pulled him to the ground. A pool of pure crimson blood surrounded the dying Alpha and everything became dark in his vision. Entering a dark and endless Abyss…Tomoki’s time ended.

■ ( REN'S P.O.V⋮

Everything happened so quickly. Just a minute ago he was just talking to Aki normally but then he witnessed something he never wanted to see. Tomoki fell from the edge and he noticed how tears were flowing out of his grey eyes. Ren tied to grab Tomo’s hand when he was reaching out to him; however Tomoki hit the ground so quickly that he couldn’t grab hold of him.

“NOOO, TOMOKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”

The beta screamed out Tomoki’s name. Blood quickly commenced to stream out of the fallen male when Ren yelled out his name. He could feel fresh hot tears flowing out from his eyes. Without wasting another second he opened a portal to the place where Tomoki’s dying body rested. He entered it and found himself right in front of the unconscious Alpha. He left Aki at the rooftop and had completely forgotten about her now. It was just like the incident that happened inside the medical tent when the sweep up had ended. Ren knelt down by Tomoki’s side and took his hand to check his pulse. As his eye sight got hazy because of the flowing tears, Ren started to Hyperventilate. Anxiety took over Ren and he was having a major emotional breakdown. Who would’ve expected something as outrageous like this to happen in this beautiful day? The beta checked the Alpha’s pulse and felt relieved to find out he did not instantly die.

Soon people were starting to slowly gather up to observe. Ignoring them, Ren opened another gateway to the fifth floor of the Infirmary and rushed inside it while holding Tomoki in his arms. “SOMEONE…PLEASE HELP HIM…” Ren yelled out. Doctors and nurses heard him suddenly rushed to the boys. One of the nurses brought a gurney. Another nurse and a doctor took Tomoki away from him and placed the half dead boy on the gurney. They started to push the stretcher towards the operation theatre. Ren went with them and the doctor asked a few questions. “Year, name and the reason why he’s in this state please.” Ren looked up at the doctors and quickly answered him. “Uh, s-second year, Y-yoshida Tomoki. And he fell from the r-r-rooftop… ” soon the Tomoki was taken inside the operation theatre and Ren was stopped by a nurse from entering the room. All the nurses went inside and started operating on his best friend. Ren’s uniform was covered in Tomoki’s blood. He took a seat near the operation theatre and sat there waiting. Feeling utterly devastated, Ren covered his wet face with his palms and rested his elbows on his thighs. Will this be the end of Tomoki…

■ ( OOC IMPORTANT NOTICE.⋮
LISTEN HERE GUYS! Chunese's computer has viruses and its not workign at all now. So it's preventing her from posting and stuff So yeah Tomoki fell form the roof AND NOW ITS FEELSY AGAIN asdwfegrhetyrtu. But Tomoki is not dead. He will be in coma until Chunese can come back to rp with us. So yeah. And she gave me the power to godmod Tomoki just for this to happen. AND ANOTHER THING TO EVERYONE IN THE INFIRMARY. Ren's on the fifth floor of the infirmary so i dont know if alll the others are on the same floor or not...well assume they're not tbh.

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the crouching girl said xxx yesterday, today, and the day before yesterday
xxxxxxxxx i had a dream that xxxxxxxxxxxxxx this wide world was easily crumbled.”

xx that feeling within a voice saying "i’m scared” xxxxxx "it's just so painful" with a teary voice
xxxx but what if we could be saved xxxxxxxxx like in a picture book?

She felt desperate attempts to save her. It was intoxicating to her. While more people would call it a second power, she calls it desperation to survive. As a child, her parents, no matter how wonderful they were, had absolute no experience with cooking or cleaning. Their main talents? Teachings learned from 'love and war'. So that's what they say anyway. They at least knew how to pick out groceries. So when her nose gave away Nero's position, her body had instinctively told her to start running. But she chose a rather obviously bad place to escape. From this room's position and at the current floor's height might have been a rash place to go and look for an exit. As she was pulled inside, her face, it was a bit amusing to see to anyone who was looking at her. Her cheeks were puffed up slightly, but anyone looking closer could tell that she was probably holding her breath for a bit.

“What was that all about ..” she was asked, “are you alright?”

She overheard the duo that 'saved' her ask about her condition. Why she didn't answer, it was probably because if she spoke, she'd have to let go of her breath. She took a moment to analyze their voices in her blind vision calmly in her head. This girl ... It was most definitely Runa. She met her a few times, other than that one week and it put her a bit at an uncomfortable position in her head. She was probably the main reason for her more serious injuries and it made her feel very guilty.

And the chest she was lying on momentarily (not to mention the "ghastly" full on scent she was trying hard not to smell) was definitely Nero. She could already recognize those abs at this point, as half the time when she was in the pool, she was either blindfolded or had her eyes closed and would crash into him often, either in the pool or out the pool. It happened frequently too, so she often was rather annoyed and miffed at times (which was very rare) that people would assume she'd have a rather big crush on him. No, she knew very well of his rather LEWD past, seeing it once after deciding to see eye-to-eye with him and ended up knocking him out with a brutal blow via a most surprisingly well-done roundhouse kick to the head. In some ways, she kinda wished it did knock down his ego.

Ah, what a miserable way to find out you're near someone you'd rather not be near.

Eventually she had to let go of her breath, her body making her let out her air and making her cough. Her head was pounding already, so this made it worse, but she tried to be a bit polite. "Ahno ... Did something h - happened to you Runa?" she asked, avoiding her former comrade's question. "Did it r - reopen?" She did her best to try to ignore Nero, but it was getting difficult. She sensed it changed again somehow and knew, somehow, something bad was about to happen. And it did.

”I think Shiroibara is good to go, isn’t she, nurse?”

She tried to signal the nurse in a rather desperate matter to not make her go with Nero, but the nurse, already wrapped under his spell, stated that she just needed to go and rest after classes. That and she should stop shaking her head unless she doesn't mind it getting worse. Which it was. Reluctantly, she got up slowly and sighed. "So ... Runa ... I heard the ranks were up? Have you seen it yet?" she asked curiously, preferring not to ask Nero in hopes of avoiding to have to stroke his already probably enlarged ego.

( ooc :: pfft, nero, you're not worth it D< )

"#1B3F8B - alaska sky ( speaking )" ;; '#4E78A0 - aquamarine blue ( thinking )' ;; ⋟ - changing moods

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[Secretly a Goat]

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xxxxx█:❜ t h e m e: { - ♔ - }



tab When Kouta felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He was pulled back towards the white haired man, making eye contact and locking it. Kouta’s smile slowly faded as he realized that Jacobi’s was not a welcoming, friendly smile – even if it seemed that way. The teacher spoke his name, and although he didn’t seem furious, something in his expression or voice was eerie. Maybe it was the eyes; they were like daggers shooting straight into his brain. Or the smile, which he was convinced would decapitate him. It was like a mask. A happy go-lucky mask hiding a furious demon under it. A shiver ran down Kou's spine, almost able to imagine his own murder in this room.“Yes, Enomoto-sensei?” He whimpered, mustering his best guilty-faced puppy dog look. “E-explain? Yes – sir, I will.”

tab Glad he was now fully dressed, Kouta fiddled with his tie for a moment, breaking eye contact with the looming teacher. “You see,” he began, pausing for dramatic effect. He straightened his posture so to seem polite. “Ijiri-san doesn’t let me sleep next to her unless I’m a kitty. But…she threw me out the window,” Kouta’s expression turned into a thoughtful one, furrowing his eyebrows. Then Nanase walked past them, offering her own input; she suggested that the presence of his ears and tail could mean his brain wasn’t complete either. A smile cracked through Kouta’s guilty look, and he held back a chuckle. “That’s silly, Nana-chan,” Kouta thought for a moment, expression lighting up as he leaned in and quietly asked, “Do you think I can use that as an excuse?”

tab Nanase wasn’t going to vouch for Kouta, although he felt like she owed him for chucking him out of the building. Instead, she ruffled his hair and left for the bathroom. Ah well, he would get her back eventually, but right now he had to shovel himself out of some deep s**t. He looked back to the frightening teacher with a sheepish smile, attempting to lighten up the situation. “Anyways, a boy caught me and wrapped me in a soft blanket,” Kouta made a wide gesture towards the blanket, “but when I realized I was late for class I had to turn back. The end!” Kouta said simply, finishing as quickly as possible. Despite not wanting to get stabbed or decapitated, he didn't want to spend too much time explaining. He was already late enough for class. “I don’t see what’s wrong with being naked, Enomoto-sensei…you’re born that way. Besides, it’s funny, right?” Again, he mustered up a kicked-puppy look, ears flat and eyes large and sincere. He spoke slowly and quietly, trying his best to use his experience as an animal against the man.

tab “Er . . . you two mind taking it outside?”

tab Kouta glanced towards Nanase, but he was careful not to break the puppy eyes. Not that they were difficult for him, but because he had a feeling Jacobi wouldn’t be easy to convince. “Alright, Nana-chan,” he said as he headed towards the door. “Are you coming, Enomoto-sensei?” He asked politely as possible, opening the door for the teacher. Kouta was aware that he was going to be very very late for class at this rate, but it would be worth it not to get a detention. He wasn’t sure what Jacobi thought he would be doing walking around the school naked, but Kouta felt he shouldn’t be so uptight about it. He was dressed now, wasn’t he?


xxxxxx█:❜ w h e r e: { - dorm - }
xxxxxx█:❜ w i t h: { - nanase, jacobi - }
xxxxxx█:❜ m o o d: { - uh oh - }
xxxxxx█:❜ o u t f i t: { - uniform, cat ears and tail - }

xxxx┆OOC: （ will kouta survive long enough to get to class? stay tuned. ）

[Xylodoll]

› › ›› L ᴏ ᴄ а ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ : : [ Infirmary waiting area ]
› › ›› W ɪ ᴛ ʜ : : [ Ren ]
› › ›› E ᴍ ᴏ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ : : [ Moody as hell ]
› › ›› Ø Ø ℂ : : [ o o c ]

Beatrice slumped over the pile of emptied candy wrappers and the remains of a jacket she tore apart to get more. Her stomach was burbling in protest to her actions, but she didn't care. at the moment she was in sweet tooth euphoria. She blinked a few times lazily as she saw a student coming closer to her table with a distressed look. The small girl fidgeted as she stood in front of the unpredictable science teacher, which looked a bit like a sleeping bear.
"K-Klaus sensei... the substitute h-had to take an emergency leave. You should report back to your c-class." She bit her lower lip, her blue eyes darting to the side to avoid the violet stare of her superior. For once it wasn't a totally hateful stare, instead Beatrice had been mostly tranquilized by a heavy dose of sugar, and the stare at the student was one of aloof boredom, waiting for the girl to just leave already. She knew she had a class to run, but judging by the paper the girl handed to her most of her students had snuck off either with each other or to do something... She grunted. She didn't know, whatever students happened to do instead of the all important studying. Still, as the kid stared at her with growing bravery and expectation Beatrice huffed through her nose. Fine, fine. She was up. She scooted back her chair, letting that loud horrid squeak fill the room. The girl made a small noise, nodded, and scurried off in the direction she had come from. Beatrice's gaze fell out the window into the courtyard. It was far too bright for this bullshit. She scooped up the jacket and what was left of the candy and began to limp off toward the exit with wrappers trailing behind her.

Class being in session made the hallways almost deathly quiet. This was how she preferred them, feeling like she was king of the castle. She could hear teachers belting out their lessons from behind closed doors, and occasionally she spotted the stray student group that would giggle and duck into the bathroom so they had an 'excuse' to be out of class. Beatrice snickered to herself, her eyes lighting up with the fires of mischief once more. She loved terrifying students who didn't obey. She straightened herself and licked her lips, moving slowly towards the hideout when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. A flash of black wavering from the window for a split second. Beatrice paused, staring at the now empty sky. What was that? It was a person that was for sure. Her heart sped up, not from fear, but from sheer delight that someone, somewhere was committing suicide and that meant new play things. She limped slowly to the window, pressing her face against it like a little kid, her eyes trying to seek down below, which wasn't possible from that angle. She could hear a growing commotion, and with each shout she grew more antsy. She wanted to be a part of this! Among the students she was seeing gathered, she spotted her little cookie cabinet, Ren. He was one of the only students she didn't mind too much, and she noticed immediately that something wasn't right. She was the mistress of 'wasn't right'. Now she really must get down stairs. She started to boldly gimp her way downthe hallway towards the open stair well, cursing every step of the way with every lazy bone in her body.

Why did none of this fun stuff happen when Beatrice was doing other things? She never got to see anything interesting beyond petty highschool drama. She hopped down a the first row of stairs before poking her head to the window to see if she could get a better view of what went down, and she did! On the ground sprawled out lay the familiar form of Tomoki, and she would never admit it shocked her. He seemed like one of the more stable ones. Her eyes widened and she pressed her nose closer to the glass, getting her breath all up on that. Disappointment filled her, she wouldn't say it was losing a precious student, but rather it was losing a candy / cookie source. Such a shame. Apparently the fuss, the group, showed he was still alive. That was...good? That's what one would say in that situation right? She would take her time now, but there wasn't an accident she wouldnt show up for. She shambled down the rest of the stairs and opened the door at the bottom, her eyes hatefully adjusting to the bright sunlight.
What a horrible day to pick to jump off a roof. Someone didn't have any taste. Beatrice mulled it over as she stood in the doorway getting used to the warm embrace of the sunlight, which she rejected every portion of. Tomoki wasn't one to just jump, and students weren't allowed on the roof. Was he the kind to break rules like that? Her eyes narrowed slightly, tongue rolling on her lower lip.

She was pretty certain from that evidence alone that someone must have had a second hand in this. He was always hanging around one of her favored students, the mighty cookie bringer. By the time she had gotten over to where the student had fallen there was nothing left but a bloodstain on the concrete. Apparently he had been taken away already, though if he was still alive they'd take him to the infirmary. Students stared at the stain, still fresh and glistening. Beatrice had to admit it was quite lovely, and brushed off the stares she herself was gathering. Any deaths in the school and she was on that like bees on honey. Mmm honey. Before anyone could ask her any questions and her precious skin burnt from that horrible natural sunlight she turned heel and headed off towards the looming figure of the infirmary. It was a large building, probably because a lot of the weak ******** around here always got themselves hurt or whined over every single little scrape and cut. Beatrice turned her gaze slightly towards her own poorly wrapped ankle and already breaking stitches. Normally she would have been noping all over about coming to a place like this...

The little bell on the door dinged in warning to the nurses as she opened it, a few coming to greet her at the door, taking a look at her wounds as if she was a patient.
"Tch don't give me that look! I know your plans! Don't you touch me with your smelly alcohol ridden fingers. I'm here for a student. The one that jumped, is he dead yet?" The nurses backed up the moment she started snapping. Beatrice was a wounded animal, and they knew well enough that if they touched her they risked broken hands that would make Jacobi's look like a work of art. One of the nurses holding a clipboard adjusted her thick black frames and cleared her throat.

"That particular patient was rushed off to floor five. ICU, no visitors. Waiting room only sensei" She spoke in a very formal voice, a student volunteer it seemed. Beatrice eyed the girl up, but didn't say much more, just making a spitting hiss at the girl who backed up a step. She chuckled to herself and shuffled to the elevator, bracing her weight on the wall as she pushed the button. When it finally opened she wasn't really surprised to see Ren was already crumpled in his chair, sobbing to himself over the loss of something so close. Beatrice was frozen for a moment inside the box, staring out with shocked eyes. Even if she had seen that look so many times before with people mourning, something clicked. Something so familiar she could reach out and touch it, so familiar it ached in itself. A recognizable sensation filled her chest and she tried to stomp it down with her boot, not wanting to deal with it ever again. The elevator doors creaked threatening to shut on her, and with one quick motion her hand shot out to stop it. She slowly stepped out and made her way to Ren, her eyes narrowing into a glare that was horrifying, yet her hand lightly shook.

"Oi, stop making that stupid face. People leave all the time. So unreliable. Crying won't help anything, it'l only make you weaker." She snarled, but she sat down next to the student, her head bent over till her bangs covered her eyes. Something, something was bubbling inside of her like a bad stew. A few more sobs and though Beatrice kept insulting the kid one of her arms reached over his body and grabbed onto his shoulder, pulling his weight to lean onto her with a disgruntled sigh. She rested her chin on the top of his fluffed white hair.
"Just shut up already..."





Kappako

[The Night Owl]

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feeling| SO CONFUSED > horrified xxxx location| courtyard > hall > rooftop > hall xxxx company| Ren > Ren/Hilde/Ken > Ren/Tomoki > no one xxxx outfit| student uniform

Hisakawa's smile faded a little and her gaze dropped as Ren informed her that she had, for the first time, caught him without a treat. Her downed spirit was lifted once more though when he instead presented her with a flower crown. This she accepts graciously as an adequate replacement for her usual gift.

“I’ll get you something covered with chocolate later. I promise!” At that, she lifted her eyes to his face, meeting his gaze. “But…Are you skipping classes or something? I’m pretty sure you have science right now.”

"Huh-? Oh! No . . well . . yes?" Aki thought for a moment, considering telling her captain about her plans but then she realized that it wouldn't be much fun if he knew about this one. Fortunately, Ren provided her with the perfect excuse.

“Did you like come here to get chocolates from me? So I’m the reason why you’re skipping eh.”

"H-hai!" Hisakawa quickly stammered before being pressed against Ren and receiving a noogie. She grabbed the arm restraining her to balance herself, laughing. Before she could retort, Ren had whisked her off into the building. They wandered together for a moment - in the wrong direction of her class fortunately until something caught Ren's attention. She didn't notice anything abnormal until Ren stopped their progress suddenly and spoke.

"They are?" Aki inquired, having been completely oblivious to the stares directed at Ren. Suddenly a new problem arose.

Ren's voice pierced the hallway as he seemed to address a couple of students ahead. Aki was dragged along to the two students where they came to a halt. The girl then was berated by Ren for a situation that Hisakawa had clearly been absent for. It seemed more serious than her trouble with Japanese or English though.

Before she knew it, Aki had begun to zone in and out of the conversation until the girl addressed her directly.

"Hi, you must be a new new student, my name is Hilde Janssen - first year; head editor of the newspaper club. And. you must be...?"

Aki blinked, registering that she had indeed been talking directly to her and not some other nearby freshman. "Ah. I'm Hisakawa-"

”You don’t even know Japanese, let alone English. How the hell did you get the spot for head editor?" Aki turned her gaze to ren again as he aggressively attacked Hilde's position in the Newspaper Club. ”Did you like bribe or blackmail the person in charge? Well when we look at your reputation that is probably one of the possible ways…” A reputation for blackmail? Aki glanced back at Hilde. Was she really someone who would do something like that? It was easy for the freshman to forget that this wasn't a school full of normal human people, this was a school full of people who's powers she didn't know. "Plus I heard that you even infiltrated the Idol’s room like a few weeks ago. So yeah you really have a bad reputation, Hilde.” The idol? Who was that?

“And No. Stay away from Aki. I don’t want you to infect her with your ‘viruses’.” His attacks suddenly became defensive but they only raised more questions. Did Hilde actually infect people with sicknesses? Aki was going to get a headache quick if some of this wasn't answered.

“You know what…I’m not gonna drop you off to class…let's just skip on go to the rooftop...” Ren continued, now addressing Aki. “It was nice meeting you Ken...” Ah! She had completely forgotten about the other person standing with held in the chaos of a situation she had no way of understanding.

"L-later!" She shouted back at the two as she was dragged off again. The two arrived at the rooftop in record time. Looking at Ren now, she realized he looked more troubled than angry. Was she an ex?

"Oi Ren! What was all that?" Aki questioned, feeling the awkwardness of her situation sinking in. The next conversation she'd ever have with either of them would involve that little spout and chances are she'd be caught in the middle of a feud.

“Well I umm…Aki…I just don’t really like her…” Was Ren's response. Aki crossed her arms and leaned back a little, her lips pursed. No duh he didn't like her. “Eh Kouhai…gomen ne, for acting like that in front of you with Hilde…" Her expression relaxed. How could she be sassy with him making that face? “You must’ve felt a bit lost and confused back there Aki…” Aki nodded at this.

"Lost might be an understatement, Ren." Hisakawa responded in earnest. How could she have understood any of that? "You know, you could have at least let me introduce mysel-"" Aki stopped as she raised her hand to gesture and remembered that she'd cut her finger with scissors earlier - scissors that she'd left beneath a bush with the rest of her items. Before she could address the fact that she'd gotten blood on Ren's hand while they had been traveling, something stopped her.

Her eyes darted up to Ren then followed his gaze wondering why his posture indicated such a vastly different mood from before. There was another person on the rooftop. Aki stared, confused again. This male had black hair and something about the way he stared at her for a moment shook her. Tears fell from his eyes and his knees seemed to buckle beneath him as if someone had stolen all of his strength from him.

Then he fell.

Hisakawa's eyes widened as she witnessed his body crack against the ground then become surrounded by crimson - all the while staring back up at Ren and Aki. "W-what . . ?" Aki's mind blanked. Had she really just watched someone - a student - die?

“SOMEONE…PLEASE HELP HIM…” Ren's cry for help pierced the quiet murmur of the gathering crowd while Hisakawa stood alone on the rooftop. Help. Help. Help. What could she do?

Before her brain could accumulate a response, the fallen student had been taken away by a nurse and doctor to the infirmary. Ren followed.

Aki stared at the where the four had last been visible to her site for a moment before she began to climb over the edge of the roof but she stopped herself. She couldn't make that jump without severely damaging herself and she needed to find Ren - fast.

Hisakawa stepped away from the edge of the rooftop and ran down the stairwell back the way she had gone previously.

She definitely couldn't go back to class now. She had to find Ren.

I FEEL MY HEAD STILL SPINNIN.
BUT I'M DOING [ ALRIGHT ].