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 Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:09 am
Miwako Kondo Miwako nodded in thanks, as she turned on her side and slid through the door, walking into the center of the room. This was the first time she had been in Lira's room, as she usually kept the door locked. Miwako looked around the room, the eerie green hue of the Dark Hour filling the room, even with the window blocked.
After a few brief moments of looking around, Miwako's eyes found it's way to the book on the other girl's bed and immediately recognized it. "Lira-San... This book..." She reached into the large front pocket of her own pajamas and retrieved the book she had been reading earlier and looked at it, 'Love Roses' The title was different, however the pen name on the cover was just the same, 'Magic Misha' "My, This is both unexpected and... Pleasing." The tall woman smiled, this was the first time she had met another reader of Magic Misha's works outside of Comiket. It seemed Miwako and Lira had something in common.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 1:32 pm
Junpei Iori, Okina Senior Combat Adviser
"...Ta da da da! I'm da man!"Achoo!
The dormitory's male adviser rubbed his nose strangely, eyes flashing towards the ceiling as though he suspected his sneeze had been caused by someone in the upper levels gossiping about him. And why did that thought make him feel unusually suspicious? He was doing his best here, right? Responsible adult, setting a good example, trying to settle into a more stable relationship instead of looking around...well, something like that, anyway. Forget the rumors. These kids loved him and he knew it! How couldn't they when he put on such an impressive face for them? And if all else failed, he'd heard that Mashiba and Saito had tried their hands at baseball at their previous schools. Man, if they could see the way he could smash a ball (or an enemy) when Hermes really wound up and tossed it at him...there's no way they wouldn't be impressed! Of course, this litany of thoughts was pushed aside as the seafoam-haired female adviser of the Dorm finally made her way out from his office (he'd been surprised to hear she was in there on the phone earlier, but he supposed it was less stressful than sitting in front of those monitors upstairs all the time hanging in a more normal room) and over towards the kitchen, removing some headphones as she came. Unlike her, the little league coach had indeed heard some thumping upstairs with all the commotion, but two stories down and with the blood pumping through his ears, it was easy to dismiss it as...normal roughhousing, right? They wouldn't try to interrupt him having a quiet dinner, alone, with Fuuka...would they?
There was probably something in the Bro Code about that, after all.
Deciding that unless something really crazy happened that it was safe to continue enjoying this rare moment of peace downstairs, it was only the voice of his companion that finally recovered his attention and left him mildly flustered he had been lost for any length of time. "Who...oh! Me? Ah, it wasn't too bad, really. Bridge is coming along all right, but it's going to take a while before it's anywhere close to race-worthy. Oh! Hey, I got some Chinese Takeout...I remembered you liked their noodles the last time we all had some." It was just one of a litany of things he remembered about Fuuka that others might not have remembered so easily. More and more time lately had been spent thinking about his partner in this new organization...while others from their old team (and within this dorm, if his nose was to be believed) still viewed him much as they had back in high school, as unreliable or perhaps a bit immature, he hadn't missed the way Fuuka...well, didn't. When he gave her his word, or when he wondered if he had what it took to be a mentor, she would always smile at him confidently...like she knew something he didn't about himself. It made him feel stronger, somehow...a better version of himself. And...wow...
...These noodles were still hot!
"Ow! Damn, they really do seal the steam in tight, don't they?" he laughed to himself, hoping she'd buy that it was said steam that made his cheeks red as they surely were. Which wasn't entirely wrong! Just, well...not the whole picture, either. He tried hard to think of something to talk about as she joined him and had the chance to open her own food, but he struggled to find something to talk about until...! Until he realized that he didn't have to struggle with it. This was Fuuka, after all...his friend, someone he had fought and risked his life with. Someone that he trusted. Why try so hard not to look like the same old Junpei when she liked that Junpei already? "So this afternoon during batting practice, I was telling Goro...he's the cleanup hitter, you know...that the reason he keeps hitting the fence is because it's undercutting his swing. You know what they say, the more you try to hit a home-run, the less likely you are to reach the fence? Well we made an adjustment to his stance, right? By lifting his elbow..." as he explained the situation and told his story he began to fall into a familiar routine, noodles disappearing between twists and tales...his excited face beaming as he gestured with his free hand this way and that...in the end he hadn't worried at all about looking silly or foolish or immature. But even if he did seem a little silly, there was something about the story that was...different. A care for the children he was coaching that was almost... "...So after all that trial and error I finally threw him one right down the middle, and you know what he did? He hit the darned thing off his mom's company car! How about that, huh Fuuka?"
Had he lost her? Maybe. But his enthusiasm was catching...and the way that he was truly proud of what that kid had done under his coaching, well...
It was almost downright fath...
"Yeow! My fingers! Damn broth..."
...Maybe it was best not to get too far ahead of themselves just yet...
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 8:15 pm
 Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
"Wh- hey, don't look!" Lira said, already sounding a little more lively. "It's just something I picked up on a whim once, since I wanted to see what kinds of comics women were making when not being pushed around by corporations." She crossed her arms, scowling slightly. "Sheesh, why couldn't they have made TVs work in the Dark Hour? Wouldn't be having any of these problems otherwise..." It was so hard to binge-watch movies when things cut out right in the middle. There was no passion, no drama, when tense scenes got interrupted for so long! That was half the fun! Sigh.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 8:11 am
Miwako Kondo "Oh, so you aren't a fan...? Miwako said with a slight tilt of hear head, and a slight hint of disappointment in her voice. Whether Lira was telling the truth, or just covering her bases for her own sake, Miwako couldn't tell.
Along with the red head's following comment, the tall girl put a hand to her own chin, "Hmm... I think I might have a few older horror novels in my room, if that suits you, Lira-san." Miwako herself was never the biggest fan of reading horror, but had a few of the novels in question given to her by a family member a number of years ago, and despite her disinterest, she still had them.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 7:34 pm
Fuuka Yamagishi, Okina Team Supervisor A small giggle escaped her lips as Junpei stumbled with his words, her fingers pressed against her lips to suppress the sound. Still, she was glad his day had gone well. He worked hard every day and he put his all into coaching those kids... she was proud of him. "That sounds great, though! I am sure that with your hard work, you'll be able to complete that bridge in no time!" The seagrean haired girl smiled, but was taken aback when he mentioned having brought dinner for her. Those Chinese noodled she had liked so much, no less. That he remembered made her cheeks colored faintly. It was a tiny gesture, but... he paid attention to those little details not many would see. "Oh, I really like those. Thank you, Junpei. That's really nice of you."
"Oh, please be careful..." Still, she giggled as she took her noodles and opened them, taking the chopsticks in her fingers. She noticed the red cheeks and somehow that made her own glow pinker. Was he nervous about something? Or did the steam really was the one to blame? Even if it was just a simple dinner at the dorm's kitchen...it was just the two of them...and somehow it looked almost like...
Her companion began talking again, telling her about his day, making her to relax again. They didn't need to do anything different...they were comfortable with each other as they were...so why change that, right? Still, a shy smile appeared on her lips as she took her noodles, listening to Junpei's story carefully. He sounded so excited...so happy...and his enthusiasm made her happy. With little 'mhms' and small laughs, she listened and ate her noodles. It was nice...this late dinner. She wasn't great at sports, and she certainly didn't know too much about them, but... that sounded like a good thing, right? Hitting the ball far was a good thing in baseball. Probably. "Oh! That's amazing! With such a great coach, no wonder he did better. Still...nothing bad happened to the car, right?"
"Oh! Are you alright? You didn't burn yourself, did you?" Fuuka brushed her fingers over his faintly, examining his hand, before moving them back quickly, blushing deeply. "Sorry, it's nothing, right? I'm overreacting."
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 9:27 pm
Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
"Ah, books are no good, except as source materials." the redhead explained. "Sure, they can give you the crawlies, but nothing can match a scream on a screen when they do it right." Horror was one of the few things she took truly seriously. "Though, I guess nothing beats that book about the brain parasites for sheer creepy... the author thought they were perfect, peaceful creatures we should emulate even when they were committing xenocide... there's something wrong with that lady."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 8:46 pm
::Noelle Everett::  The noise startled her awake, and for a moment, Noelle Everett felt her heart racing, back in that dreaded day where everything had changed. A scream caught on her throat, everything looking unfamiliar for a second. Hands reached out for her weapon in the dark, the gun shaking in her hands as her finger tightened around the trigger. The faint outline of her guitar...the shelf with the plushie Haruto had given her...clothes and decorations...brought the pinkette back to the current time, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. She wasn't anywhere near Yomi...she was in Okina, in the Kirijo Dorm...inside her room. She was safe. They were safe. Shaky fingers brushed through pink locks in an attempt to calm down before she slid out of bed, and opened her door. Everything was quiet now, nothing showing they were under attack. "If this was a prank..." her voice was low and dark as her bare feet carefully took her down the hall. "I'll kill them. I swear I'll kill them..."
Low voices took her attention then, coming from Lira's bedroom. Bright blue hues shifted to the stairs and then back to the half-opened door, frowning. She had thought of giving Haruto a visit...to curl up against him and hear his breathing...just for a moment. He always was there for her; he always soothed her whenever she woke up after nightmare of that day. He was the only one she could show just how troubled she still was...how scared she still was...
But then there was the curiosity of the reason on why the girls were gathered in The Necromancer's room. A late-night sleepover? Perhaps they knew what was going on... Her body twirled and moved towards the door, fingers pushing the door open with a creak. "Hey there...Do you know what that noise was? For a moment I believed we were being attacked..." Noelle let out a dry laugh, though they would probably see right through her attempt to seem casual. The bags under her eyes, and the way her shoulders were tensed..."Was it Ishimaru again? It's not even dawn yet... Heck, not even the Dark Hour has passed..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 2:05 am
Haruto Mashiba, Dashing Rogue and Mysterious Fool
"...The silence echoes through me, like the voices of the ones I've lost. It's better to live with their whispers than with nothing at all..."He could see the faint light in the hallway reflecting from her silky, pink hair...read the unease in her silhouette; it was easy to tell when something was bothering her, especially when she got that frown on her soft lips. Over the last couple of months he had seen that expression more than once when she came to visit him in his room in the middle of the night, seeking some kind of comfort against the memories and nightmares that haunted her in the dark. Tonight she had gone to her friends...the thought that Noelle had come to trust them enough to allow this slip in her confident veneer in front of them was enough to make Haruto smile faintly himself, though he couldn't deny the faint melancholy that it hadn't been him. It was for the best. He couldn't be the only one there to help her recover from the trauma that they had all suffered together, the survivors of the Iwadate Massacre from teams both Light and Dark. And Lira, she was another one who was only in the process of healing...the two of them coming together after the battles that had engaged in not so very long ago was almost miraculous, if you set aside the extreme circumstances that had been required to get there. Was it a miracle? A mistake? Was it desperation? He liked to think it was necessary...a faint light shining out against the shadows that threatened to swallow each of the survivors whole. Was there anybody else out there who could possibly understand? Anybody beyond the walls of this dormitory who had suffered in the way that they had? That terror...that darkness...that loss?
It was dark in the Meeting Room, but the light from the monitors lit his features like some kind of marble statue in the room. Gone was the usual carefree expression that had come to be something of a staple of his in the presence of his teammates. In its place was a small, but decidedly pained downward turn of the lips...haunted eyes watching, ever-watching the walls beyond the dorm, the halls within, some of the rooms...never again, he had told himself so many times. Never again would he be caught unaware...never again would his friends suffer, die, because he hadn't been ready for whatever would come. This was their second chance, their Rebirth...if he could give it to everyone he would, but for now, this was all that he had left after the failure he had suffered inside of Yomi. A second chance...a second life...he would not fail them a second time. Never again...
Noelle was safe in Lira's room now, and the others were all well enough in their own ways. Still, he watched the monitors...silent, monolithic...a far cry from the prankster they knew and loved. This was the other half of his reality...these thoughts, these internal promises, this justification of his survival...this was the truth of how he lived. His guilt drowned in vigilance, his failure drowned in renewed purpose, the deaths avenged by not wasting their rebirth. Haruto Mashiba, the self-styled avenger, sat alone in the dark and he watched because he couldn't sleep...because his team needed him to be as powerful, as sharp-witted, as confident as he seemed to each of them in the daylight. And he would be all of that for them, more...
If he failed again, there would be no second chances.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 9:13 am
Haruto Mashiba, Dashing Rogue and Mysterious Fool
"...The silence echoes through me, like the voices of the ones I've lost. It's better to live with their whispers than with nothing at all..."Another evening had come, finding the leader of the Okina City 'Pursuers' quietly monitoring the situation throughout the city and within their own dorm on the monitors upstairs in the Meeting Room just outside of the room in which their adviser Fuuka Yamagishi usually slept. She wasn't in at the moment, however, which allowed him this solemn vigil without the plethora of questions that might have accompanied one who saw him this stoic, this focused on the task at hand and not some unusual prank hatched between he and his partners in crime amongst the team. This was something that he didn't share with anyone so long as he could help it, but he had been forced to concede the truth of his nightly disappearances to Noelle after the second occasion he had left her resting back in the bed they had been in together. That was another secret that was theirs alone, but nobody else really needed to know everything about their relationship down to that level except the two of them. If you hadn't lived through the Massacre, you could never understand...and if you had never built yourself back up from a shattered nothing through only your strong will and the support of one person who loved you...whom you loved just as deeply...you had no right to pass judgment. It was even more rare than those, however, that he spent back-to-back nights on watch, but something in the air of the city just didn't feel right to him right now...and until he was certain nothing out there was looming just beyond the horizon to take them by surprise as they had once been, his watch would not end.
Whatever was out there, he would find it...through the vale, he would see it before it struck...his mind drifted as he watched a particular street corner near the dorm where some of the city's delinquents liked to linger...drifted to the important conversation Noelle had told him the dorm needed to have on their way home from school earlier. They had come together, hand-in-hand, and she had seemed as shaken as he could remember seeing her in some time. It disturbed him...but she was strong, her initial nerves and paranoia giving some way if not entirely to rational thought. Tonight, she would tell everyone what she had seen...what she had heard...but for now, he kept his watch. If she had some suspicion of danger, there was always the possibility that the perpetrator might strike now before she could warn them. If that was the case, they'd be in for a rude awakening. "Anarchy in the JPN" wasn't just the (suggested) title of their band's first song, after all...it was the name for the chaotic beating he would lay on anyone who turned vengeful or opportunistic eyes upon his friends again. Ever.
The night slowly progressed...and his watch continued in the deepening dark.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:24 am
[9/16 - Early Morning] Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
The morning had been normal - up to a point, anyway. However, that normality was shattered as a piercing scream came out of one of the bedrooms, suggesting nothing other than pure terror in the truest sense of the word. The noise was followed by a heavy thump, as if something heavy had hit the floor within the room.
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 6:13 pm
 Eido Aeroda "MOMMY!"
A figure SHRIEKED, somehow even louder, and more stricken with terror than even one who faced something truly traumatizing. Eido quickly barged out of his room, still in his pajamas, as he scampered towards the source of the yell, knocking wildly on the doors.
"Ishimeru! Haruto! Miji!!! SAITO!!! SOMEONE'S YELLING!"
He tumbled, fumbled, and staggered up the steps, looking around.
'Is it an enemy? A burglar? A stalker?! he thought, clenching his fist. 'I gotta be brave! I gotta be brave..!'
"I'm HERE!" he called, now on the floor that was the source of the noise.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 1:22 pm
::Noelle Everett:: If the scream hadn't woken her up, her own dream would have had startled her out of dreamland. Noelle jumped out her bed, and wasted no time to step out of her room in search of the noise. Not without her trusty weapon, the volleyball. Screams were kind of usual in this dorm, though, so the initial fright of a blood-curdling scream had washed away with an annoyed sigh of 'What now?' "Alright. Who broke whose door now? Did Ishimaru try waking someone up and died?" The moment the statement came out of her mouth though, the awful dream flashed back to the front of her mind, and the pinkette flinched. Ishimaru had died in her dream... many people had died in that dream. She would stop eating sweets at night, seriously. Even if they helped to ease her mind the night before...these kinds of dreams weren't worth it.
Still, she made her way to the source of the noise hastily, noticing it was Lira's room. She wasn't alone though, Eido already busting the door open. Noelle opened her mouth to say something, but stopped. Didn't he learn anything about just shoving inside a girl's room? The pinkette rubbed her eyes sleepily, and tried passing her fingers through the mess of pink locks... and waited. "Hey, Lira...are you alright?" She called from outside, avoiding the whatever that was coming Aeroda's way.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 3:41 pm
 ~Shinpachi Saito, Master of the Dark Persona~Saito gave a long sigh as he walked up behind Noelle and passed by, rubbing his own eyes. He'd had a terrible night and now there was the usual screaming and Eido fumbling and...speaking of, Saito made sure to lightly bump Eido as he passed, knocking the overzealous and awkwardly intrusive dorm inhabitant out of the open window nearby. He stretched with another loud yawn as his hand came down on the sill of the window, shutting it before flicking the lock to trap the ol' imbecile outside for a bit. It wasn't worse than whatever could have happened, he was sure, and he wasn't quite energetic enough for all the screaming that would have ensued as either he or Ishimaru tried to barge into the conversation about to happen. "Noelle, could you find out what's wrong?" Saito stepped to the side of the doorway, and used his knuckles to rat-a-tat on the door to Lira's room like a sensible human being, whether anyone else intended to leave it ajar or not. If this wasn't an ordinary thing in the Iwatodai Dorm, he might have actually been worried, but considering the likelihood that Miji had just raided her panty drawer again...well, Saito was as calm as ever, at any rate.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 4:44 pm
Lira Chronicle, the Necromancer
The screaming from inside of Lira's room didn't stop - in fact, if anything, it was getting worse as the girl's voice grew both louder and hoarser. Whatever was freaking her out, it wasn't simply her usual tendency to be pissed off. In fact, it sounded like she had completely lost it, and might not have even been sensible enough to open the door. Which was a bit of a problem for those on the other side of it..
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 7:30 pm
~Shinpachi Saito, Master of the Dark Persona~"Noelle." Saito motioned for the girl to go in, and reached into his pocket to pull out a ring of keys. He slid most of them to the bottom of the steel circle and then jammed the last one into the key socket, unlocking the door. He turned the knob and stepped aside as it opened for Noelle to go in. Whatever it was going on inside, it was important that they open the door to settle things quickly, and they would do just that...of course, Noelle first. Thus he'd signaled for her to be ready to go in before he revealed the key that he had to the door, though it wasn't what it looked like to any with a keen eye; he had borrowed (that might not be the right word for it) the keys from Junpei a while back, and by now had duplicated them all in case of emergencies. That wasn't implying that he felt he was more responsible as a guardian than Junpei, but...yes. Yes it was.
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