Rosario+Vampire The Next Generation.

[Sgt Gearex]

~Rika Shikaru~

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Despite most of them rejecting her offer for breakfast, she did manage to give some to Midori and some of the other girls in the dorm. They seemed to enjoy it and that made her smile. Even if they were monsters, they still enjoyed human style cooking. It filled her with a sense of joy and appreciation. After she went clean of breakfast foods, she got herself ready for the festival today. She wondered if people were going to dress up in costume, but it might be an odd topic considering regular halloween in the human world they dress up as monsters. That might be offensive in this world.

She looked through her stuff to see if she had anything special to wear for a festival. Rika paused when she found the kimono that he mother had gotten her before she got sick. Rika never got to wear it before when she was in the hospital and passed away. She looked over the kimono, admiring its design and regretting not being able to wear it to show her mother. She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror, it suited her despite it feeling a bit tight on her. She'd get used to it though.

As she set foot outside the dorms, she noticed that a lot of the festival was still in the middle of being set up with tents and all. She started to reconsider wearing her kimono so early.

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Where am I?: Outside Dorms
Who's there?: No one
How am I feeling?:Happy, confused
OOC:

[LacrimosaCaelum]

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Kisaka Hirao

Kisaka smiled a little and said, "Yes, I know that." as she made the roses bloom. She held her illusion steadily and gained control over it. It was like a dream to her; she was being girly which wasn't like her, at all. Her own thoughts and emotions were being shown throughout the illusion, which made her blush a little. It was a piece of heaven for her and with the fact of her being a dark angel would only make it hell; her family's history of killing people with illusions is quite well known, meaning she would have to keep calm. She thought, "All's fair in love and war. So let the war begin."