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 Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 10:55 am
::Noelle Everett::  He bolted before she could even blink. The kiss to the cheek was the answer she needed, and with a exasperated growl, she turned back to the question in hand. No use in waiting for Haruto...he had escaped. For now. Oh, when she finds him...
Baby blues turned to Lira and Miji as they opened the door to the newbie's room, tilting her head just slightly to peek inside. Was he responsible? They would soon find out...and when they diiiiid... Oh ho... No one would escape the girls' wrath. The presumed culprit seemed startled, falling down on his face at the sight of them. This idiot seriously stole their things? Didn't...looked like it? "Hey you...Where are-" The rest of her sentence was drowned down by Ishimaru's shouts, making the girl to whirl around to face him, her annoyance visible in her gaze. The volleyball flew; hitting the wooden sword and making it fly off the Rules Lover's hands, before stepping closer to him, her gaze meant to kill. "Look here. I am NOT in the mood for this. This is important, and I won't leave until I find what I am looking for. So, back off."
And just as she finished, Miwako walked out of her room with the same killer intent the two girls had, and the air turned so dark it almost felt the forces were clashing with each other. Still, she wasn't dumb enough to interfere between the older girl and her wrath, so she stayed silent while she snapped at the two boys. That was when the green haired boy bolted. "Well...isn't that convenient..." A sigh escaped her, another glare directed at Ishimaru and Eido, almost saying they weren't off the hook, before following Lira downstairs. This was turning out to be too bothersome...if it wasn't that these panties were her favorite...
"Mhm...Sure. I just want my things back...And definitely make the pervert pay."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 7:08 pm
Miwako Kondo
The Gentle Touch Miwako's Aura continued as Miji launched out the window, but eased slightly as as Lira told her what was going on, a grin crossed her face, "Well, the ones who flee always seem more suspicious, don't they?" She followed Noelle downstairs, but stopped next to Ishimaru before descending, she placed a hand on the shorter man's shoulder, looking down on the ground, "I'm sorry about your head, Ishimaru-Kun~. But if you wake me up like this again..." Her head raised and she shot a death glare to end all death glares at him from under her deshelved bangs, "I won't hesitate to re-injure you..." Her voice was demonic, but just loud enough for Ishimaru to hear, maybe Noelle if she wasn't too far away. Walking past Ishimaru, she descended the stairs.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 8:47 pm
 ~Shinpachi Saito, Master of the Dark Persona~Saito quickly moved through the office window, jumping down the fire escape and then rolling into the alley outside the dorm. He paused on the second floor only long enough to glance in the window, and catch sight of the red haired noobie they'd left behind. "Eido! CHEESE IT!" That was the only warning Saito gave, and then he was on the ground level, taking off into the street after Haruto and Mijiyou. As he ran in the direction of the school, Saito idly thought on the subject that had caused the entire debacle...and hesitated only for a second as he passed the true culprit, eyes widening slightly at Mashiba, not Harusuhei who he'd been sure was the criminal all along. And that ploy with Ishimaru...genius! No wonder he'd been capable of such tactical maneuvers in their previous battles! He was a regular Kongming...and Saito would have to work harder in order to not fall behind in his devious schemes!
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:56 am
 Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
Lira slammed her hand down on the table, glancing around the room. How very convenient indeed. "Somebody in this dorm is a thief." she said calmly. Too calmly. "Let's start with the evidence of the case. Based on the testimony of the girls here, we're dealing with a serial panty thief. However, I'm going to focus on what happened to me, and if it turns out we have more than one criminal..." She smiled grimly.
"Now, let's figure out the time of the crime. As I'm sure you all remember, Saito and I left to go shopping yesterday morning. All of my underwear was where it should have been when I got dressed yesterday morning, so I can confidently state that the crime had not taken place at any point prior to yesterday morning. We got back from shopping at noon, at which point I returned to my room. I was there from when I got back until this morning, and nobody else entered then... so I can only conclude that the crime must have taken place between when I left to go shopping and when I returned. I know they didn't break in at night, either, because I was up all night watching movies." Ah, the resilience of the young.
Lira started pacing back and forth a moment later.
"However, there is more evidence that tells me about the time of the crime, and it's related to the method of entry. My window is, and remains, locked from the inside. There's no way to shut it and lock it from the outside. Additionally, I found my door unlocked when I got back from shopping, and that's very unusual because I always lock my door. I don't feel safe if I don't do that much, so I lock it for even the shortest trips. Considering when I found it unlocked, I'm comfortable asserting that my room was entered through the door, and at some point between when I left it and when I got back yesterday."
She flicked her hair over her shoulder.
"Now, Aeroda-kun stands accused based on Mijiyou-kun's testimony, which I think I can prove to be a lie." Lira put her hands behind her back and smiled. "As I'm sure you all remember, Aeroda-kun was locked out of his room two nights ago and had to spend the night downstairs... you know, instead of knocking on Yamagishi-san's door like a normal person would have." She didn't seem very impressed by Eido's intelligence. "Now, seeing as he was downstairs, I think we can all agree that he would have had the time to steal a key at some point during the night, but I'm certain he didn't. You see, he got his spare key yesterday morning from Yamagishi-san, and she would certainly have noticed if any of the other keys had been missing. Therefore, Aeroda-kun clearly did not have a key to my room yesterday morning, and if he was unpacking his things after finally gaining entry, then I doubt he would have had the time to go downstairs, break into the key cabinet, steal several keys, raid multiple rooms, stash his goods, and return all of the keys without anyone noticing a thing. Besides, we keep the keys secured just to be sure the boys can't sneak in." She scowled. Obviously, it hadn't been good enough.
"Now, if someone didn't use the keys, then they must have used lockpicks to get in. If Aeroda-kun was actually skilled with lockpicks, he could have simply unlocked his own room... or gotten his own key out from the cabinet. The fact that he didn't do so suggests that he has no such talents. However, there's one other point of Mijiyou-kun's testimony that doesn't hold up."
She slammed her hand down on the table again. "According to Mijiyou-kun, he heard Aeroda-kun talking last night and say, quoting, 'I heard him talking to someone... or something the other night. Said something about taking Him out for a walk..and he got really startled when I knocked.'" She clenched her fist tightly. "I'm sure we all understand what Mijiyou-kun was suggesting, but words like that would certainly have been spoken softly, and Mijiyou-kun would have us believe that he easily heard these words through a door and out in the hall... despite the fact that we were all in the hall this morning, just outside of Aeroda-kun's room, and talking quite loudly for some time before Mijiyou-kun opened the unlocked door. Now, thieves would want to be secure, wouldn't they? It would be quite odd for a thief and a pervert to simply leave their door unlocked if they were doing anything funny, especially after Mijiyou-kun's testimony about how he was physically pushed out of Aeroda-kun's room."
She resumed pacing.
"So. The testimony regarding Aeroda-kun's guilt comes from somebody whose word doesn't seem too trustworthy. More than that, we all know what a prankster Mijiyou-kun is. Thus, we're asked to believe that a complete newcomer to the dorm would have had the time and willingness to immediately commit multiple acts of perversion, undetected, just after they'd arrived and before they'd even gotten a good sense for the layout of the dorm or anyone's schedules. There's risking a lot for perversion, and then there's just plain stupid."
She thought for a moment.
"Oh, and Mijiyou-kun came downstairs a little while after I did yesterday morning... now, isn't it possible that he went somewhere besides his own room, especially if he knew some of us were already downstairs?" She slammed both palms onto the table. "On the basis of all the evidence I've presented, I think we all know who had the ability, the opportunity, and the willingness to do something like this... and isn't it interesting how he and the other boys are running away right now? Does anybody have a problem with my reasoning?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:31 pm
 Eido Aeroda "You've got that Wrong!" a voice called from the hallway, as a figure moved out, hearing the girl talk , trying to sort out the mysterty..That he didn't quite grasp.
"I wasn't locked out two nights ago! It was early morning yesterday!." He paused for a bit....before counting onto his hands. Three..Four...Five..
As she went on with lockpicks, he felt the need to continue, standing up. "Can't people use like, hairclips and stuff?" he added, quickly. "I mean, lockpicks aren't really something you can buy...but I had a friend that knew how to pick locks with a little pin thingy.....And....as for the talking thing...I can explain."
He cringed a bit, before starting to put his hands in his pocket.
"You see...I kind of have this little friend.." he started, bashfully. "He's..been with me for a few years, and he's really happy to be here...But, I couldn't really leave him alone back in Inaba, and he's a really sweet thing...even if he's a bit...Umm..Kind of...a.....what's the word i'm looking for.."
He was stammering and flushing, fiddling around for his phone. He didn't really Want to talk about Python, but if it meant clearing up his innocence...
"And..I just kinda have a lot of embarassing mementos and such from before I transferred in here.' he called, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't really know anyone here, and i had a few friends back in Inaba...but i had to come out here..and I...kind of didn't want to show anyone else the things. They're....personal."
He glanced to the side, only half paying attention to the girl at this point, wrapped up in his own kind of thing.
"B..but just because I have some things that I don't really wanna share doesn't mean that I took anything!" he added. "I mean...I don't even know most of your names! I could never do something like that!!!"
Wait, was he saying too much? He just..was innocent is all!
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 5:24 am
Oowada Ishimaru With Miwako having woken up from his pseudo wake-up call, he immediately acknowledged her presence, before the rest of the dorm mates had responded to his accusations. With all of them showing their distaste for his loud statements, he stood firm... until Miwako had sent a fearing chill down his spine. Quickly recovering, he had saluted to her. With Lira giving her own statement on what had happed, analyzing everything carefully, Ishimaru only nodded as the information seemed accurate. With that, he had picked up his sword and stated "So, is it all agreed that we find out from the assumed guilty party were they had left the panties?" Ishimaru was blunt about the topic, but then with one look from his watch, which he meticulously made sure always was in functional and in proper order, he immediately ran back to his room. He had to book it if he were going to make it to school with sufficient time. Once he had left his room with all of his stuff, he had ran downstairs, carefully so that another accident similar to yesterday, did not happen, and ran out of the door towards his new school. TOWARDS EDUCATION!
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 10:03 pm
[Some time later, After School] Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
Lira flopped onto her bed, burying her face within the soft pillow as she tried to put her anger management classes to good use. Calming... calming... yes. Sigh. Stupid boys. They did whatever they wanted and then laughed about it, never really considering the feelings of those outside their group of monkeys. They might actually be decent if they cared to consider others, but that had never really gotten into gear. The girl rolled over a moment later, picking up the familiar weight of her weapon and running a hand along its shaft. As it always did, this act brought back every terrified scream, every plea to run, every begging sound... tch. She had to get stronger... MUCH stronger if she was going to take down the ones who had done this. You're underestimating me. She clenched one fist. We aren't toys for you to throw away any time you want. And if you push us too far... I'll show you. I'll show all of you. The first step? Surpass Haruto and the others in power. She could never be satisfied if she only wandered along behind others instead of actively trying to solve her problems. From there? Whatever it took to finally put the voices to rest.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 8:34 pm
Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
A few minutes later, Lira calmly made her way downstairs, looking around the dorm for something to do. There were many ways to spend her time, after all, but she wanted to do something that might actually help out in the future... and, eventually, she headed back up the stairs instead, going to the roof to practice with her scythe. A little bit of training was just what she needed.
Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people don't kill their dorm-mates.
...The quote may not have been exact, but it was better for her situation. Yeah, working off her frustrations was both productive and healthy... and who knew? Maybe someone else would come up and join her while she was here. That... wouldn't be a completely terrible way to spend some time.
She was NOT lonely, okay?
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 1:21 am
~Shinpachi Saito, Master of the Dark Persona~At this point Saito was intimate enough with his team to have a guess where they spent their free time. There were plenty of reasons members of his old team liked to have a little space, and the rooftop provided just that. Plus, it frustrated Ishimaru when someone broke the rules, and that fit Lira's personalty...natch. So as the Necromancer looked around the rooftop she'd notice a skeleton plushie sitting under a little makeshift lean-to, a note attached...and a familiar pair of panties on it's head. "Spring turns to Winter,
A girl's room violated.
Ishimaru, the culprit." "I don't normally approve of violence, but...go get him champ."-- SaitoNeed more be said?
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 1:23 am
Great Ryoman! ~Shinpachi Saito, Master of the Dark Persona~At this point Saito was intimate enough with his team to have a guess where they spent their free time. There were plenty of reasons members of his old team liked to have a little space, and the rooftop provided just that. Plus, it frustrated Ishimaru when someone broke the rules, and that fit Lira's personalty...natch. So as the Necromancer looked around the rooftop she'd notice a skeleton plushie sitting under a little makeshift lean-to, a note attached...and a familiar pair of panties on it's head. "Spring turns to Winter,
A girl's room violated.
Ishimaru, the culprit." "He said, 'These panties violate the dress code', and 'This laceyness is obscene!'. I don't normally approve of violence, but...go get him champ."-- SaitoNeed more be said?
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 8:56 am
Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
Lira stared at the plushie for a few moments. Cu... cute... WAIT! NO! she thought quickly, moving over to pick it up. She glanced at the note a moment later, frowning slightly... but a short while later, she was by the incinerator for the dorm, where she calmly tossed the panties in before turning the machine on to thoroughly dispose of them. Who knew what those boys had been doing in the time they'd had them? Urgh, she didn't even want to think about it... though she'd have to at least confront Ishimaru. Might his bon- er, obsession for the rules be hiding a much more dark and twisted personality? That wasn't truly impossible, after all... and she did need to check on it, at least. Sigh. Maybe after her exercise - if nothing else, it would be a good warm-up. After that, though... kukuku.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 6:25 am
Miwako Kondo
The Gentle Touch The last little while had been fairly quiet. Well... At least as far as group actions were concerned. Around the dorm, though, things were always loud. Whether it be Ishimaru, or even Lira yelling, Miji getting up to some kind of mischief. Miwako idly wondered if this is what having children was like, at the very least, the team of Fuuka and Miwako, herself were good enough to defuse most situations, collectively, if not together. Miwako liked Fuuka. Somewhat of a kindred spirit in this... House of madness.
Smiling, and lightly shaking her head, she continued what she was doing. Which was knitting. Something she did in her moments of peace, usually when the students in the dorm were at school. She seemed to be making a scarf, though it was significantly longer than any regular scarf had any right to be. "I wonder what Fuuka-San and Junpei-San are up to..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:19 pm
Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
Ah, the Dark Hour. Or, as she liked to think of it, the Witching Hour - it was a heck of a lot more appropriate than any other time she could imagine, and a small grin crossed her face as she carefully glanced through the halls of the dormitory, then crept forward. At the moment, of course, she was wrapped in a dark cape that made her very difficult to see in the already-dark atmosphere of the dormitory, and she quietly opened the door to Saito's room. How? Well, that was a girl's secret... but it didn't take her long at all to cross over to his bed and hop on top of it, her cloak fluttering open slightly to reveal that beneath it, she was wearing things that could only be described as "black" and "lacy". "Saito... wake up." the Necromancer whispered softly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 9:26 pm
Junpei Iori, Okina Senior Combat Adviser
"...Ta da da da! I'm da man!"It was late...evidence enough of that was plain outside the window in the green sky and the golden moon. Hard to get used to being in the Dark Hour again after all they went through to get rid of it, but he supposed that it wasn't so easy to put an end to evil for good...otherwise the world would have already been scrubbed clean, right? No, it always found a foothold and festered and grew, but that's why the world needed heroes! ...Well, he wasn't quite so naively excitable about it as he was back a few years ago when he first joined SEES. That didn't mean that he had given up his enthusiasm entirely, nor did it mean that he thought what they had accomplished was anything less than heroic. Call it self-serving if you wanted, but they had literally saved the world. And he frickin' died for it to happen! That he had somehow managed to return from the seal when things got darkest back in the world didn't matter in the slightest, because heroes always came back in the world's darkest hour! That's why they were making Spider-Gai 7 or whatever and showing it in the theaters this weekend! Speaking of which, he wondered if Fuuka liked that kind of movie...?
"Nah, probably not...she's probably like, into art movies or romance. Maybe there's a theater showing that 'The Notepad' movie..." his voice hummed and his mind whirred as his strong fingers wrapped around the handle of the dorm's front door and threw it open, allowing himself to enter the empty lobby smoothly with the spoils of his late-night visit to the shopping district. Just before the Dark Hour he'd gotten some takeout, though seeing the guy transmog as he left the window was the sort of thing that would give him nightmares in the future. His suffering had paid off, though! He was back now...exhausted as he was from leading the bridge-road project near the train station (to make better access for cars and of course, the new Kirijo Steambike Races)...and he'd managed to get something to eat together with Fuuka now that all the kids should have been either in bed or in their rooms. It would be the first time he had a chance to really talk with her alone like this since they took over this dorm since that first night. And, well...well... "Ah, man...am I getting my hopes up too much, here? To her, I'm probably the same old Junpei...though I have been trying..."
He wasn't the type to brood much (though he preferred to do so near the station back in Port Island when he did), but he'd been mulling this idea for a while now. It wasn't just that they were here, it was...everything before that, back for as long as he could remember being around her. It was only just now, just recently when she had started to look at him like he wasn't just another teenage idiot on a regular basis that he had began to think that maybe he wasn't just kidding himself when he thought he had a chance. Maybe he was really growing up? Maybe...but he still wasn't sure they were quite ready for this assignment.
"H-Hey, Fuuka!" he called as the door clicked behind him and he turned his head towards the office behind the desk, knowing she'd most likely be in there somewhere, "Come on out of there and get something to eat! I brought food for us to...I-I mean, for you!" He didn't wait for a response. He wasn't sure he had the gut for this...I mean, well...ah, screw it. Dismissing his protests mentally he simply went ahead into the kitchen and set out the takeout boxes on the table. Kids in the bed, adults at the table for a late dinner...he felt his cheeks pinken ever-so-slightly. This almost felt like...
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