God I hope I'm not late. Yumi hurried through the gates of the Montoya Academy. Hands just rummaging through her backpack, making sure that she have the materials she need for the rest of the day. Moving past a few people that glanced back at her as she continued to hurry towards the school doors. I should've stayed home. The most wise decision to avoid all the staring and whispering that has filled the halls of the academy. No secret is truly safe, especially when it's about a death in a family that has quite the reputation, thanks to Yumi's involvement in clubs. Plus being the manager of a bakery, which has kept Yumi busy quite a lot during the summer. Though she didn't complain, being busy with so many customers has kept Yumi busy and pulled her away from complete depression.
Going into such a dark phase would've twisted her mind and push her into ending her own life. Enduring so much hurt of losing her sister tore the family apart but didn't lead them into ruin. Okay, Yumi you can do this. The shy blonde stopped near the double doors, hesitating on whether she should just turn around and leave or go in with her head held high. I can't do this. Both hands slowly curl into a tight fist, clenching till her knuckles went pale. Head hung low, taking in slow deep breathes and exhaling so that the nervousness she felt can go away for just a moment. Giving her enough time to think on this and make up her mind.
It's not like anyone will notice me anyway. She reminded herself. Being so distant and quiet from few of her friends and in class has helped Yumi cope with her loss. "Let's do this." She whispered softly then looked to the door and walked forward. Her breathing calm and steady before she pushed through into the corridor then continued walking. To her left was the office and up ahead were a couple students conversing and didn't look to Yumi. Good. A shaky sigh escaped her peach lips as she stared straight ahead instead of looking at some of the students.
The sudden buzz of her phone from inside her backpack told Yumi that it is obviously her mother texting her, probably making sure that she made it or worried about her well being again. Yumi just shook her head and just ignored the buzzing for now, focusing on getting something to munch on before class. She headed into the cafeteria and stood in line just in time before more poured in. Waiting patiently for her turn, getting a salad bar, cup of fruit and a pear. Yumi then walked away towards a table and quickly sat down in one of the seats. Opening up the wrap, lips snatch a good bite of the salad bar, the taste put a satisfied smile on her face. Feeling little regret that she didn't make this her daily snack. Yumi placed he backpack down on the table and resumed biting down on the bar.
Afterwards she placed the wrapper on the table, about to go fetch a spoon for her fruit cup until another buzz came from within her backpack. Yumi sighed heavily. Not again. Deep down she know that her mother will not give up on getting a text back. A routine that has irritated Yumi for weeks. The blonde finally reached over for her backpack, unzipped it and pulled her phone out. Giving the screen a quick swipe of the thumb then looked at the ten text messages her mother has sent to her already. Oh mom. Fingers begin tapping against the screen, putting in a good paragraph about letting her have some space and that she don't need to worry about her all the time. Also adding that everything is okay and she will do just fine being in school again.
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C O M P A N Y │xNo one__L O C A T I O N │xMontoya Academy (Cafeteria)__A T T I R E │xIn the picture (uniform)
Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 3:30 pm
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(Not at all. I did originally suggest it.xp ) Zana was surprised at how well the two of them really had been doing through the whole thing. It seemed they were making out to be a good team. The feeling of growing more comfortable with Vetta was the same in a sense, as Zana foudn herself always returning to holding her hand through the whole thing. There they were at last, the end. Where a wizard sat waiting for a winner but she found herself hesitant when the chest began appearing. Giving a sheepish smile to Vetta she would slowly walk up to the chest and start to open it to see what was inside
It was about the time people started to notice Hideaki had left that people started to sort of drift apart and go about their daily lives. For the beta known as Toshi this meant very much just being a normal guy. Katsuro seemed to like him, but then again he didn't seem to hate anyone; who could really say how he felt about you? The important thing here was that people like Toshi, not exactly natural born winners but, perhaps out of necessity had developed a hide which allowed them to better make fun of themselves, and thus considered the "funny guy" of each group they were lucky enough to be a part of from time to time, the fact the prince was willing to let him sit with his clique at lunch was something of a highlight in his day. Granted this was only so he could tell stories, most of which had more to do with him getting in hilariously unfortunate fixes, but a win was a win... To some.
People like Toshi found people like Yumi deeply disturbing. How could anyone walk through life without so much as a laugh, let alone no speaking unless absolutely necessary. It'd be fair to say Toshi never heard Yumi's voice at all; yet another caught up in the strange pull the silent ones had to be able to steal attention away from conversations, especially when noisy people like Toshi were involved, without so much as an "umm..." Disturbing wasn't wrong either. As if compelled, Toshi, ever since he met Yumi, was determined to help her come out of her shell.
"You just missed Katsuro-kun," said the boy, slowing down some as he passed her table while leaving. Yes, folks, this was the start of something meant to be very beautiful and not at all something you'd just throw out the bravest thing a teenage boy could do, really: talking to a girl for the first time (not that he'd never talked to girls, just this one in particular); and Toshi, brave voyager, would make his first impression by talking about another guy... AHHHHHHH!!!! WHY AM I SO STUPID!
( rolleyes )
Meanwhile, in Hyrule...
Who knows what the Zora heard in her last moment in the realm, as her reality began warping and spiraling out of control. It could have been a mischievous cackle, it could have been Vetta's voice, or something nightmarish and totally different.
Whenever she regained consciousness as she knew it Zana would be standing on tiles, surrounded by the smell of chalk and hormones, and generally disoriented. The light trickling down from the moon kissed her skin silver, and was perhaps the most familiar thing about her setting. Sure, it would be guessed at first that this might have been one of Hyrule's prominent schools, but all these things were too... Alien to be called Hyrulean, even by the most extreme measures. As it was she was in the middle of a classroom with a burnt flower marking where she'd come into this world. As she moved about, specifically into the hallway, she would find, if she looked, faces of people who looked like humans of Hylains from her world flailing their arms and talking hotly about something.
After a moment of this awkward staring, squinted eyes pardoned by the moonlit frame of Tsuki Doji, the news crew was quick to pull themselves over to where she'd just crossed the fence. "Tsuki-san~" Whisper-yelled Emi from the other side. "What're you doing?? Are you here to see it too?" Katsuro, on the other hand, was already deep in the building, setting up. Would Tsuki still be able to find him?
Just like that, her entire world seemed to have just, disappeared. Raising a hand as if to shield her eyes, she looked around in her dazed state trying to figure out where she was. The obvious thought of a school was clear as she almost stumbled into the hall. "Vetta?" She half called out looking side to side in hopes of her previous companion being near. Unaware that she had come here alone. Unsure of what to do in this situation she had wandered through the building growing increasingly confused. Eventually wandering outside in trying to figure out where she was
There's such a fooled heart In search of new dreams, a love that will last.
I'll place the moon within your heart.
Tsuki wasn't exactly sure what was meant. She was definitely here to see someone, if they referred to the prince. They did not need to know that, however. If instead they referred to the supposed ghost that sometimes wandered these halls after he was done cleaning Montoya grounds, then the answer was a simple no. She doubted she would cross paths with a ghost. Given the article choice 'it', Tsuki was inclined to think that the reporter referred to the latter.
"Maybe." She replied, though not particularly lowering her voice to a whisper as she proceeded onto the grounds. There were scarier things than ghosts, as her father would warn, but that didn't mean they weren't to be discounted. Given how the ghosts she'd heard about only appeared and vanished without doing harm to anyone, Tsuki didn't feel there was a reason to worry about them. Was it possible that the reason the prince had come this way was to catch sight of the ghost? If so, why didn't he team up with the news team? Or was it possible he was working without them knowing? Then again, having absolutely no evidence to suggest he was even here in the first place beyond a guess and following his general direction, she decided not to make any concrete guess or hypothosis. Hopefully she would learn more while she was here.
She took her course closer to the buildings, her pink eyes sweeping the open-air hallways and her ears listening for motion or movement. What caught her attention was the sound of someone calling... though words were not easily understood. A different accent, dialect. Feminine... yet... Stranger. A stranger was here? This was puzzling too. The ghosts that were said to linger here were generally male.... weren't they?
Tsuki stopped walking and simply continued to listen, at least for now.
I'll paint you mountains of gold I'll spin you Valentine Evenings
I'll paint my love between the stars...
(OoC: Do I understand Zora?)
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Domina Mortem
Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 5:23 pm
Send. Yumi threw the phone into her backpack then resumed eating her salad bar. "You just missed Katsuro-kun," Hearing Toshi mention the guy she used to talk with nearly made her choke on the piece of the salad bar in her mouth. At first she stared up at him, baffled that he would blurt out his name so suddenly without even saying hello or ask how her summer went. Yumi quickly swallowed down the food in her mouth then cleared her throat. "I'm not looking for him." She blurted out with flushed cheeks.
Everyone in this school find her weird now that she became distant and the quiet type that many find boring. Yumi's gaze shifted down to her half-eaten bar. "H-how.. is your day going so far?" She changed the subject on Toshi before he can even say anything about what she just said. Such a comment might give Toshi the hint that she isn't interested in looking for someone to cuddle up to like most girls do to guys these days. Yumi's hand slowly fall to her lap, contemplating on whether she should be quiet or say something to keep the conversation with Toshi.
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C O M P A N Y │xToshi__L O C A T I O N │xMontoya Academy (Cafeteria)__A T T I R E │xUniform (In the picture)
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 6:15 pm
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"Huh? Uh, it's fine, I guess." Toshi took this as an invitation to sit down, and quickly flipped a chair around and sat. "How 'bout yours? ... Ya know, I gotta admit, until about a minute ago I wasn't sure you actually spoke," said the boy with a chuckle.
Oh, she is so into me! YES. Score for Mackin' Toshi.
(lol No. Just to make it interesting. You can tell it's a name though.)
The others were already coming over to the other side where Tsuki was as Emi seemed to be having a mini freak out over the whole thing. "You like ghosts too, Tsuki-san??" A little squee escaped her lips. "You'll lead us right to it then! You and Katsuro always--"
"COP!" A tense, breathless moment would have to pass before anymore was said. Some hid in the branches, others in the bushes, and it would seem almost certain he would see at least one of them. ... Yet it glided quietly down the street and turned. Unfortunately Emi forgot what she was saying in the excitement and went on to help her sister and the others over the fence. The news crew would enter the building through a rock, paper, scissors chosen method of a human pyramid through a window. After the first was in they could unlock a door to let them all in. This was time-sensitive job, as the member who saw the cop car felt he needed to point out every other minute.
On the inside things were getting good. Hideaki had fond a nice little space in the old boiler room that nobody used anymore. The door was tricky to open, not locked like everyone thought, and so he would be relatively undisturbed. That is until an abnormally high sonic read showed up.
"WHOA, BIG READ! BIG READ!" A fiery tornado, Katsuro tore out of the room with his infrared camera in hand and burned up the halls with its hot eye. Sliding around corners, jumping stairs, generally just looking badass, the prince made every effort to capture the ghost's presence before it could leave any specific view. These quick shots, he'd concluded a while ago, were the best way to catch the ethereal being's figure. What he wasn't counting on was that around the next corner would be a figure, strange enough to be considered a ghost in the moonlight, but visible to the naked eye.
"Wha...?" Lips quivering on the edge of a scream, the prince double checked by pulling his camera up to his face and then down, just to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing with his eyes. This thing, whatever it was, was 'real.' They stood, eye to eye over a long stretch of dark tiles in silence.
She could hear the foot falls on the tile flooring nearing her fast. Soon they were nearly skidding from the stairs as she froze in place. A strange device now being pointed at her as she wasn't sure what it was. After that long silence she stepped forward as it finally dawned on her that this boy could help her. His device didn't seem to be dangerous. "Um, excuse me.But do you know where I am?"
There's such a fooled heart In search of new dreams, a love that will last.
I'll place the moon within your heart.
The concern and worry about the cop went unnoticed to Tsuki. She wasn't sure about what she and Katsuro always did... but she imagined she'd hear about it one way or another. The attention of her ears was elsewhere. The noise fell still.. but only for a little bit. There was now another question asked of this voice.... or it seemed a question. The first bit... had that been a name? Though, of this second phrase, Tsuki could not understand.
She began cautious steps forward, in pursuit of this sound, though she quieted her footsteps by shifting her weight to the pads of her feet. Her shoes were lightweight, worn through use and exertion, and it was much easier to judge the earth while wearing them. Here, the ground was flat and still, concrete and stone that held steady under all the pressures of a given day.
Another, panicked, had shouted moments before. It was his, and with an excitement she hadn't heard from him before. Out of surprise, she felt herself doubting that it was him at all. She pressed on and cautiously. There were hurried footsteps. They came to a stop. She followed the voice and noise that echoed from the hall, she turned down another open-air hallway, and then paused to lean around the corner... where she felt close to the sound.
She saw a form in the moonlight, silver and blue... though this form looked to another, the posture pleading and curious. The tone of this individual suggested hesitation. Fear. This figure seemed almost ghostlike... yet they cast a shadow. Whatever it was... Tsuki couldn't call it a ghost. This stranger spoke with someone just barely hidden from her own view. She felt a guess. That guess made her heart twitch in anticipation.
What's going on?
I'll paint you mountains of gold I'll spin you Valentine Evenings
I'll paint my love between the stars...
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Domina Mortem
Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 3:04 pm
Hideaki Katsuro: The Prodigy
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Holy s**t it talks!
Even one so poised as the prince could stop the reflexive scooting of his left foot back, as if to brace himself for some impending impact. That was the only move he made, though. The rest of his energy was mentally focused on decoding what it was that actually stood in front of him. Years of off-and-on internet perusing into the mythos of many a culture shattered his mind into several branches. Some of them weren't as successful, of course, and died out fairly quickly, but there were some ideas he though might have had a stronger connection. Among those were things like Undines and Nereids, but this was another digression.
There he was, looking stupidly frightened as he reeled in the whale of thoughts which tugged as his heart, threatening to pull it right out of his stylishly sleek sweater. For a moment his lips quivered, trying to find purchase in the violent stream of words his mind wanted his mouth to say. Finally, hand up...
"... What?" The two seemed to speak different languages. Whatever the creature in front of Katsuro was speaking, it wasn't Japanese. Hell, it wasn't even Engrish! "I'm sorry, I can't understand you..." Auto-pilot at this point, but Katsuro wouldn't botch this encounter with something so wildly out-of-this-world. He of course snapped a pic of the Zora casually.
Her eyes went wide when the words he spoke sounded like complete nonsense to her. "Oh no." Her face started to lose some color as the reality was starting to hit her more. Wherever she had been sent to wasn't native at least to Hyrule at all. Maybe she was just on another continent, at least she didn't want to think to heavily on the other possibilities.
She flinched when her picture was taken and unsure on how to react, she turned around to run for it. Only she spotted someone else looking at her from around the corner. Wait, was she being ambushed? Out of confusion and fear of her situation she would raise her arms in a shape of an X in front of herself. Where those fins on her forearms would reveal themselves to be more than just for show as they took shape of the Zora Twin cutters. While they were technically part of her body they were as capable as a sword was.
Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 4:28 pm
There's such a fooled heart In search of new dreams, a love that will last.
I'll place the moon within your heart.
A flash and snap of a camera and the form's shadow appeared on the wall behind it, only to soon disappear again. The alien stranger recoiled from the light and ran in her general direction. On spotting her with large and dark eyes, the stranger brought up two appendages in front of itself defensively. Forelimbs, that in the dark, seemed to be like fans or great fins.
Tsuki's eyebrows knit together in puzzled wonder. What was this strange thing and how did it get here? What was it doing? Posture suggested fear, especially as it stopped so suddenly at the sight of her and withdrew behind its arms. Tsuki stepped out around the corner, making no great rush toward the stranger that didn't understand... nor spoke what Tsuki could understand. This was a being, physical and real. It was panicked.
Tsuki stopped in the center of the hallway, now aware that her hood was still on her head. Curiously, she pushed the hood from her head. In what little light there was, pink tresses would be visible, somehow matching the hue of the eyes that took in so much information yet betrayed so few emotions.
When the stranger had been running, it occurred to her that the individual... wait.. it was hard to tell what it was. It had the form of a person, save for the strange fins.. was that what they were? Tsuki felt herself slip into confusion again. She wasn't sure how to interact with those she couldn't communicate with. So, probably looking like an idiot, she just stood there.
I'll paint you mountains of gold I'll spin you Valentine Evenings
"Uh... Hey, hang on. I'm not gonna hurt you..." Katsuro's only option was to come forward a bit, his hand extended out in front of him one might approach a frightened animal. He of course hoped this one wouldn't bite.
"Hey, wait..." After the original shock died down a bit and allowed his gaze to wander a bit, Hideaki noticed there was somebody else in the hall. "You're the girl from before, aren't you." Now he was squinting. ... And suddenly it hit him.
"Ts-Tsuki?" He never believed in honorifics; even less that Tsuki would take an interest to, well, anything, especially not the paranormal. It all prompted the question, "What're you doing here? You're not with those news idiots, are you?"
Zana had backed up from the girl and turned to where her back was now against the wall. Making it easier for her to keep an eye on both of them with just a turn of her head. She noticed that as the boy approached he was now addressing the girl. Which really didn't help to calm her down; were they trying to coordinate in catching her? Neither of them seemed armed as far as she could tell, save for that strange flashing device the boy had. Growing increasingly paranoid she looked to a window and made a decision. Raising her arms up she slashed at the window a few times to break it open before jumping through. (I'm just imagining this to be on the first floor.>< ) Now outside, she just started running for it.
There's such a fooled heart In search of new dreams, a love that will last.
I'll place the moon within your heart.
Tsuki held her ground, mostly out of curiosity's sake, and had a clear view of Katsuro when he stepped into the hall, following after the stranger. His words were reassuring to her, that he wasn't going to hurt her. Did he also translate fear from the stranger? The distinctly feminine stranger? These details were jettisoned sharply from her mind when his attention landed directly on the pink-haired girl. In fact, all thoughts left her mind, particularly when he said her name. He always had been brave, a trendsetter of his own right, ignoring honorifics as though all were the same in his eyes. It was endearing in more ways than one. His surprise was quickly followed by his question about whether or not she was with the news crew. Her face darkened in a blush outside of her will and she turned her face aside, breaking eye contact with him.
"No, I'm not." She spoke of not being with the news crew. It was embarrassing enough that they were so enthralled with her on the first day of school. She doubted she could handle the exuberance of the team. However, she didn't have much time to explain her reasoning for following, or to come up with a good explanation, when the stranger leapt to the window, slashed it apart, and then was suddenly through it.
That certainly wasn't something you saw every day. Tsuki approached the window and the shards and looked out after the stranger. The... she needed a means to identify the strange one. The blue one didn't seem to be hampered or hurt by glass. It was impressive. Her eyes turned back to Katsuro, finding herself wondering what it was he wanted to do. He had a camera... Was he here looking for ghosts?
That would explain why he was here. A fairly safe past-time.
I'll paint you mountains of gold I'll spin you Valentine Evenings
