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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 1:10 am
Nirami had nodded to Hans to inform her that he was okay standing on his own. He had watched Kiyoshi leave, and then blinked as Charles comically informed Tsubame that he was fine. He nodded lightly as the first-year commented that they were all tired, as his eyelids were only half-open. He shifted on his feet lightly at the comments about sorting out rooms, and such, before raising an eyebrow at the comment of bigger rooms for higher classmen.
Nir had started following Tsubame, when the female stopped and started on introductions. He paused and blinked at her, vaguely recalling seeing her from the year before. "Kane, Nirami. Second year." He stated, smiling lightly as she commented on he and Hans looking like freshman. "I do believe that those two are the Freshman, Senpai." He added lightly, nodding to Charles and Hans.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:39 am
Hans nodded following as well behind them. "My name is Hans MacLaren, nice to meet you Tsubame." She said with a little bow. She laughed a little at the freshmen comment. "Well... your intuition is a little wrong miss, Charles and I are the freshman." Hans gave Charles a light punch on the shoulder "Bah, damn tall older lookin people....I'd never get mistaken for an upperclassmen, I'm to short!" She pouted.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 11:13 am
With a hand behind his head and a shy smile he nods as the others correct the upperclassman about ranks. Of course, when Hans slugs him one on the arm, he almost returns the favor with a bonk on the head . . . until he remembers that she is wounded there. Keeping stride with his classmates, he introduces himself as well.
"Charles Takena, ma'am . . . first year. I may be a tad old-fogey-ish, but I just started!" With a polite bow, he moves between Nirami and Hans, and with one arm there to support each a bit, he smiles big again.
"Hey, at least I am big enough to be of some help, ne?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 5:43 pm
((Edited))
Slowly making his way through the mock queu, Yuki was eventually healed. It took a while, and his wound was only closed by the healing kidou. It stopped the wound from bleeding, though he now had to be careful to not reopen the wound with arm motions. Heh, this'll certainly stop me from any rigorous training for a while." As he walked away with more stamina, he waited to see if the announcement regarding new room assignments would be made. He quickly talked with a staff member, finding out that sleeping quarters would be hande out tomorrow. So, Yuki headed off to his dorm to sleep off the events of this crazy day.
Arriving in his now-slanted room, the bright ambience of Hueco Mundo glared through the shattered window. "Heh, I doubt I'll get any sleep with that much lightcoming in." Examining his closet, he chose one of his more-worn uniforms to hang over the window. With the room dimmed, Yuki unstrapped Maru and layed down for a night's rest. He was unaware of the meeting of the sixth-rounders with the faculty. Nobody had told him, though he was often mistaken for a younger student due to his size. He slept on, uninformed and content.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 8:25 pm
"Well, you know what they say:," Tsubame joked, giggling at the error of her assumption, "you can't really tell by the way people look. Not since Hitsugaya-taicho anyway . . . Either way, nice to meet all of you."
She scratched her head in a comical fashion and laughed at her own joke, trying to see if anyone else got it. From behind her, a faculty member started ushering healed students into the Academy, most likely because it was almost night time; the horizon had dimmed into a darker shade of blue.
"Let's go check out your rooms guys. Let's go to Hans' and Charles' rooms first, since theirs are probably closest." Tsubame started to enter the building. Looking at it from this angle, it seems impossible that it did actually stand up to that assault. "Alright Charles, Hans, one of you lead the way to your rooms please."
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 8:48 pm
If one were to attempt blending in, what better disguise than that of a chameleon? One who can mold itself physically and literally seal away its physical obtrusive form. Maroon was not such a man, and his flamboyant behavior furthered his obstruction from setting in. He decided that for the first time in two hundred and fifty odd some years that he would listen to Chamo, unless his ideas were simply killing everyone; thus proving the ability to blend in with no-one. This idea spewed from Chamo's ability to speak in Maroon's mind often, though Chamo proved quite helpful in certain areas. The perky man, which had been quiet for some time, standing on the roof of the spoiled academy, watching those inside from above. Never knowing what color was, he simply marked each shinigami's gender by the way they walked and the distance of their steps.
Maroon slowly pulled out Ombra'marmitta and instantly without thought transformed her into shi-kai form, doing his best to make as little noise as possible. He held the blade up, the arm length blade groping the back of his arm lovingly. He put it in front of his face, the blade's left showing outward with the word "dark" facing away. He mumbled but a word and disappeared, "Nascondere". His special ability of completely concealing his reiatsu proved quite helpful as he stalked several of the teachers and scanned the higher ranked students. He almost let his cover slip, his invisibility almost shattered with a few silly giggles and raspberries as Maroon mocked the students literally to their faces without them seeing him. It didn't hurt that he had been floating upside down as well. He found himself watching an older student, who had just unstrapped his zanpakuto away and fallen asleep. He revealed himself to no-one, he was asleep anyway. He sat on the bed, not disturbing the male. For one of the few times, he took himself seriously, though not speaking in formal tongue rather than childish. "Oh child, sleep well," Maroon consoled Yuki ((He doesn't actually know Yuki's name)) "You must be strong for the others, and most importantly your mate ((reference to his zanpakuto)). Brave knight, ride in on your a** of a steed and mature him into the stallion of saviors. Do not become the Egg on the wall, unaware of his clumsy ability to fall. Stay on your toes, young child, and I will watch over you like Kisuke-taicho watched over me." He brushed Yuki's hair, then giving him a kiss on the forehead. "This seal will be proof that the Vaizard are watching." A few seconds after Maroon had stood up and walked casually out of the room, a small pen-point dot appeared on Yuki's forehead.
Maroon walked out of the room, and scared some children with tales of Hollows, acting as if he were their elder brother. Some remarked with "Silly instructor!" and gasps of horror. Maroon had succeeded in blending in with the students. His only challenge lying in front of him was the other instructors. Maroon made his way to where the oral announcement had ordered the meeting, and Maroon slipped in middle of the pack to hear the anouncement.
His name was Maroon, and he had given his seal of approval. His disguise half thorough for now.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 7:53 am
Hans flinched away from Charles seeing him raise his hand to bonk her on the head, so she reached up to cover it quickly and ducked to the side to get out of the way,"Eep! No hit! No hit!" she squeaked out, but it never came as he thought better of it. She gave a relieved sigh. Hans chuckled softly and nodded over to the lower classmen dorms. She took the initiative and went ahead of Tsubame to lead to group into the building. She looked around trying to remember just where her room at been. She went to the right and down the hall a bit before finding the correct number and opening the door to look in.
It was tussled a little more than usual, but other than that it was about as she and her room mate had left it. If they looked inside they could see that it was a complete mess with clothing and blankets and pillow scattered about along with sheets of paper and writing utensils. They had not been there for very long before completely destroying the feeling of neatness. Hans looked over at the unmade bed across from her own, she didn't think her room mate had made it through the surge of hollows. Her shoulders slumped a bit before going to her desk and digging around. She reached over to grab her shoulder bag and began stuffing pencils, notebooks, and what looked like a sketch book into it. She grabbed a drawing from her desk that she handled gently and tucked into the front of her shirt.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 9:47 am
Realizing that this is a fairly decent room, and how both Hans and he were new to this, Charles clears his throat as she starts to gather things together. Moving about with her, he begins to help organize the room a bit and make it resemble a more managable state. "Nice place- need a roomie? I mean . . . yer stuff is already here. I didn't come with much of anything, so why not bunk together?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 1:14 pm
Hans didn't look at him but merely shrugged "I don't care, I don't think the room mate I had will be back anyway..." her voice sounded subdued and she let out a sigh "If the faculty doesn't mind it, I don't mind, but be warned. I am a very messy person" she smiled a bit looking at him out of the corner of her eye as she put the should strap of the bag over her head. She went to her closet and grabbed a second top from inside and put it on, wearing it loosely over the first. For some reason she was exceedingly cold despite the sun, and it might make a nice pillow if the faculty decided to bore them with another long winded speech.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:02 pm
((I'm suffering from a case of writer's block, so this will be a fairly low-quality post.))
Makoto nodded to Tsubame, walking quickly to the location of the announced meeting. The way was relatively clear, the sixth-rounder only running into two other students. When he arrived, Makoto noted the low head count. Apparently, not many Seniors survived the attack. I'm not surprised, he thought. Even Kuchiki-taichou was having trouble. His next words were to the instructors. "So, what's the meeting about?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 9:29 am
With a rather large yawn, Charles shrugs. Watching his step, he winds his way to another part of the room- where another bedroll was laid out and just needed 'unearthed'. A few quick shuffles of his feet later, there was enough room for him to lay down. "Anywhere I can knock out for a while is fine with me at this point. I'm pooped . . ."
Laying down, his eyes get suddenly very heavy as he starts to feel the fatigue of all that has happened recently.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 11:55 am
She looked over her shoulder at him and sighed, he was in her bed. She didn't care though. She walked over and grabbed the blanket that had ended up elsewhere in the room and put it over him. "Sweet dreams..." She mumbled as she quickly stepped back from him and turned to the other bedroll that was out. She sat down on it and took off her sandals and socks.
She pushed herself back to the far corner and leaned against the wall on her side so she wasn't hitting the injury on the back of her head. She brought her knees up to her chest and curled up into the corner. She was tired, but was afraid to sleep. She had heard something about not sleeping if you had a concussion because you might not wake up again, and she didn't want that to happen. She reached into her shirt and pulled out the piece of paper she had saved from the chaos of her desk and set it on the windowsill, staring at it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 8:25 pm
Nirami had watched Hans from the doorway, beside Tsubame, as she moved about her room. He had frowned at her comment of her room mate probably not making it, and then watched Charles pretty much move in. He continued watching as the two seemed to settle down, and then he wobbled inside, plopping down at Hans' feet, and groaning softly as he did. "Well, it seems you two will need someone to supervise. I don't think they normally let males and females bunk together." he commented, though he yawned loudly. He seemed about as ready to pass out sitting up, then Charles did laying down.
Nir sighed after yawning, shifting a little where he sat and adjusting his arm. He then closed his eyes for a few moments, and then opened them again when he unsteadily decided he was going to fall asleep if he kept them closed. So, he shifted and looked around the room to keep himself awake.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:02 pm
"Nirami, I think it'll be fine. I mean.....one guy is one thing, but what would they say about two?" she smiled slightly and looked over at him watching him nod off for a second and then wake up. "And you need rest anyway, your not going to be able to stay up all night and make sure 'we don't do anything' when we're all to tired to 'do anything' AND he's old. I mean...come on..." she rolled her eyes. She said it all with a serious voice, but she didn't really mean any of it. She picked up her end of the blanket and threw it over to cover some of him shaking her head and curling up closer to the wall.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:58 pm
Nirami looked to Hans as she spoke, giving a slight smirk. He shook his head slightly, knowing he really did need some rest. "Wake me up if something happens... or when you get too tired to stay awake. I'll keep an eye on you." he murmured as he shifted to lay down. He was exhausted... it was hard to keep his eyes open. He knew Hans couldn't sleep because of her head-wound, but...
Nir yawned loudly, resting the blanket over his bare-and-bandaged torso. It was nice to be able to lay down... Especially on a floor, and not in the hot sands outside the building. Before he knew it, he was no longer conscious. He had nightmares and odd dreams, and sometimes stretches of blankness, but he still dreamed, nonetheless.
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