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 Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:32 pm
 ┉⊱Ӎ σɱσιяσ ☽ ❝ A small chuckle comes from the fuchsia-eyed girl's full lips. The laugh isn't particularly mean or mocking, just humoured. After a small tear from giggling rolls down Momoiro's cheek, she wipes it away with slender fingers in a slightly clumsy motion -- most unlike herself. Hastily, the blond composes herself and a hint of guilt settles into her stomach at being so rude. Putting on an apologetic smile, she meets eyes with the strange boy and pushes some stray pale hairs from her bright eyes.
"No, I'm terribly sorry. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yukio and you may most certainly acquaint me at this table -- I'd be honoured. I'm Momoiro," the girl says genuinely.
For the first time since she met Murasaki, the typically skeptic and calculating Momoiro is being overly kind and compassionate. 'That redhead must be rubbing off on me,' she curses slightly. However, the teen is kind of enjoying this whole being gracious thing; it's a little relieving and extremely interesting to meet new people. ❞
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:31 am
 Vincent nodded while taking a seat. This time Vincent kept his hat on. Holding his katana made his hand shakey, so he left it near the leg of the table. Being seated there quietly. Vincent spoke once more," If I may ask, W-What is the academy about? Nothing seems very special about it. I heard there are keyblade wielders here... T-Training." Vincent reached out for his keychain and held it in his hand," W-Want to see s-something?" Vincent had tried not to studder, but seated next to girl made him do so. His facial expression was still the same.. It was just how he thought of things making him studder.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:29 pm
(( yukio is too cute! x3 )) ┉⊱Ӎ σɱσιяσ ☽ ❝ Very intently, Momoiro watches Yukio as he sits down and opts to keep his hat on this time. Internally, she frowns a little at his action to keep his head covered after realising how much she likes his messy golden hair with just a glance. On the exterior, a gentle pink comes over the girl's cheeks as she notices how she has already let herself go around this strange boy. Quickly, she shakes off these very hormonal-teenager-like thoughts and pays attention to the boy before her whilst he speaks quietly and nervously. After he asks about the academy, the blond girl is ready to politely reply that she just got there herself. Instead, she is cut off as Yukio suddenly moves to pull out a keychain. At first, the female teen was alarmed that he was reaching for his katana -- which she has been keeping a rather cautious eye on.
"Hmmm?" Momoiro responds quietly, unsure of how to react. A little nervously, she looks between the green-eyed boy's hand and his very baffling (but adorable) expression. Again, she blushes. ❞
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:15 pm
Vincent's eyes had suddenly widened, but went back to normal as he began to speak about his silver keychain," Phew... Usually when i saw someone this, They would call me names that i will not say. T-Thank you.. For staying here to watch." Vincent had smiled smally, after a few seconds had pasted. His carefree facial expression kicked back in," I'll show you now... Aero, come on out now buddy. N-No need to be s-shy." Vincent swallowed hard, within his right hand where the keychain had been. Lights and stars appeared. Fading away, A backwards blade had appeared," This is my k-keyblade... Wayward Wind, but I call it, Aero." Vincent smirked dazing into the girl's beautiful eyes," W-Whoa, your eyes..." He whispered.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 3:51 pm
Izaya walked into the library. He was new and was checking out the school. It was wonderful sight to him. he old school was nothing compared to this new school. He decided to go to the library to see if he could meet anyone new. He saw two people together looking like they shouldnt be bugged so he decided to look for a book to read. He didnt know any magic and decided to see if there was a book to study basic magic.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 6:35 pm
┉⊱Ӎ σɱσιяσ ☽ ❝ Momoiro just gives the shocked boy an encouraging smile and leans over the book before her on the table to watch him closely. At the moment, she has entirely forgotten the reason she came into this library in the first place and is just focused on Yukio. When the he does summon his blade, the blond girl gives her own look of amazement and leans even closer to the stranger. The only keyblades she ever saw were her own and Murasaki's -- which appear very similar in design. Seeing another's blade was quite a sight to Momoiro since it appeared so unique and brilliant.
"Wow. So . . . beautiful." With wide fuchsia eyes, the teen just continues to scan her gaze up and down Yukio's keyblade as she halfheartedly listens to him speak. However, once she hears the boy's voice raise slightly in astonishment she looks up at him with a bewildered look. Then, what he just said processes in Momoiro's mind and she gives a small curl of her pale pink lips.
"What of my eyes?" she asks quietly, knowing just what to expect.
This isn't the first time the pale girl has been in a situation like this -- where someone makes a comment about her eyes being either weird or enchanting. Over the years, she's actually gotten kind of bored and annoyed by it. But, she doesn't seem to mind Yukio's amazement over her peculiar gaze and is actually quite giddy about it. For just a moment, those very fuchsia orbs dart about the room in their dire need to soak in every detail of their surroundings; they catch sight of a dark-haired boy wondering into the library. With a blink, Momoiro decides that he doesn't look like a threat and quickly turns her stare back to Yukio's green eyes. ❞
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 7:02 pm
Vincent had frowned looking at his keyblade then her eyes then back to his keyblade," Your eyes remind me of someone i knew.." He had let go of the blade and it faded away, dispersing into little sparkles. Vincent turned around to see another boy come into the library. Nothing to worry about, Vincent sat back down and looked at Momoiro directly in the eye. He knew that her eyes had already haunted him but he did not want to metion it to Momoiro right after they have met," Looks like talking about sad things help me not studder.. I'll admit, I'm a pretty weird boy." Vincent lowered his head and looked at his hands,"I'm a nervous wreck.." He smiled, finally taking his hat off once again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 7:45 pm
┉⊱Ӎ σɱσιяσ ☽ ❝ Yukio's sad tone tugs the blond girl's lips downward. His response was not what Momoiro had anticipated and the mixture of confusion and worry on her face is clear proof. Gradually, her shoulders slump and she leans back in her seat no looking at the blond boy's shadowed face. A bumbling nervous wreck she could deal with. But, once a depressed emo began to speak of suicide, the pink-eyed girl had to leave -- she wasn't very good with emotionally unstable people. Unsure, Momoiro just chews on her lip and looks across the table at the boy through her dark lashes.
Still somehow intrigued by Yukio, the female teen opts to stay and hear him out instead of taking her usual course of fleeing the scene. With an irk of her thin brow, Momoiro takes note of how fluid the boy's quiet voice has become. The sound of his words tugs at her heart slightly and she has to look away from his hidden face for a moment. Slowly, she turns her pale face back to gaze at green-eyed boy in time to watch him reveal his delightfully messy hair. Momoiro takes a sharp intake of breath as she attentively peers at the light hitting his golden locks just right. For some odd reason, the girl has always loved hair -- especially playing with it.
Prying her eyes from Yukio's hair, the female student blinks and locks her gaze back onto the boy's dark face to talk to him. "Being normal is o-overrated," she stutters slightly.
Upon hearing her shaky words, Momoiro's eyes widen and a look of shock comes over her face. Never had she fumbled over her words before. With a deep breath to calm herself, she continues in a more confident tone. "What is making you so sad, if I may inquire?" the blond girl asks politely, not wishing to further upset the teen boy. ❞
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 8:34 pm
 Sol entered the room, quietly and quickly as he sat down at one of the chairs at a table. The young man's blue eye scanned the area noting those who were in the room with him. Since it was his first time at the academy he felt...awkward. He was new despite being a seasoned fighter. He sat quiet, realizing that he could be at ease here.
He leaned a little further back in his chair and sat there, bored, strange, and felt another odd feeling, it was happiness...just the slightest of it. It had been years since he had felt a feeling such as that and that made him nervous and felt foreign to his being. He wondered,had his years of training in the darkness really equated to this? To not yet avenging his friends and enrolling in an academy that he doubted could properly assist him in the 'training' he needed. He sat stoic, his opened eye looking at the floor as he pondered these thoughts. I wanted to protect her...even if it meant never seeing the light again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:16 am
Izaya saw as another person entered the library. he had never seen anybody who looked that "diffrent" before. He wasnt one to judge people by their looks though. he went back to looking for a book though. After scanning the bookshelf he finally found a book titled Magic for Begginers. He opened it up and started to read it. He skimmed the first page and was very confused by it. He realized it was gonna take more than just skimming the book to learn any magic.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 8:55 am
 Shiro walked into the library, in search of a professor. She wanted to find out more about this so called "mark of mastery". She sat down at a nearby and waited for one to show up. It is a library after all, a professor is bound to show up sooner or later.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 9:42 am
Vincent faced her directly, making it more intense for him to look away from her glare,"Oh, I'm not sad. Does it look like i'm sad? My facial expression naturally make me look sad.. To give you an answer, I'm in need of Trust and Truth... I call it 'T2'.." Vincent said while raising his right hand up, sticking out two fingers to indicate the 'two'. Vincent then lowered his hand and continued speaking," In 'T2', Trust is being able to trust me as a--.. What ever you would like me to be. And Truth is something we both desperately need to find out.. A 'desire' in other words.. I seek in only one thing.. Finding out what had happened to my parents.." Vincent frowned once again while holding his cold palm out towards Momoiro," If you accept this... Things will change.. I will not force you to do this.. It will be your choice.." Vincent had hoped that she would not take his hand.. He didn't like changing others for his own sake.. But this we his final option... Something had shocked him from the back of his head, Vincent stopped himself and closed his palm before she had reached out for it, he took one last look at her eyes, apologized, then left without saying another word..
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 3:41 pm
Izaya saw as another person walked into the library looking like they were looking for somthing or someone. He then heard the speach that the boy he saw early when he walked in gave. What he heard inspired him. He needed to trust other people. Then he saw as the guy who gave the speech leave. He walked over to the person who was looking for somthing. 'Ummm... are you looking for somthing?" he asked even though he was new and probably wouldnt be able to help her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 3:49 pm
┉⊱Ӎ σɱσιяσ ☽ ❝ Some footsteps alert Momoiro to visitors and she glances at the door in time to watch a handful of students walk into the room. Realising how rude it is to just glance away from a person you're having conversation with, the girl quickly turns her head back to Yukio with a slightly embarrassed look in her pink eyes. She proceeds to hear out the stranger boy and tilts her head slightly in curiosity as he speaks. Once the blond male begins to speak of "T2", her brow creases slightly in bewilderment as she just nods and waits to see how this talk will end. Very quickly, Momoiro finds herself uncomfortable with what the green-eyed boy is going on about and trying to involve her in. Subtly, she leans farther back in her seat and pulls her hands into her lap as an attempt to remove herself from this peculiar Yukio.
"Yukio, I don't comprehend," the blond girl responds quietly with a small frown. Never before has someone made her feel so unsure.
Nervously, the fuchsia-eyed girl glances at the boy's hand as he holds it out to her. Skeptically, she looks up to his eyes filled with unreadable emotions contrasting against his blank face. Momoiro bites on her pink lips as she ponders over his words. '"Truth and Trust"? What blasphemy is he uttering?? None of this is making logical sense. How should I respond?'
Suddenly, she spots Yukio's hand retreating and gives him a look combining confusion and worry. With that disheartened gaze, the pale girl is left to watch as the boy stands abruptly with a quiet apology before walking away. Sitting there in complete bewilderment, Momoiro just chews on her lip and furrows her brow in worry. After a moment, she blinks away the deep emotions on her face and runs a hand through her light hair with a sigh. When she looks down at her shaky hands, the teen notices the book that brought her here and started this baffling conversation with this boy. Again, she sighs. ❞
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:59 pm
Shiro looked up at the man who had spoken to her. "Yeah i am...I'm uh just looking for a professor to answer my question. Unless your one, I don't think you'll be able to help me" she sighed and turned around. She realized she'd been rude there. She turned back around and faced him. "My name is Shiro Suta."
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