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 Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:53 pm
~Iwatodai Dorm~
A dormitory located near the Iwatodai Line, owned and created by the Kirijo Group for the now-defunct SEES Organization. Was once set to be torn down, but was preserved by Kirijo CEO and is occasionally used by the Kirijo themselves on stays in Iwatodai.
Once housed both the Kirijo CEO Mitsuru Kirijo and Japanese Boxing Phenom Akihiko Sanada, when both were members of SEES and Gekkoukan students.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 12:22 am
Mitsuru Kirijo
Head of the Kirijo Group
It was after midnight and lights could still be seen inside the young CEO's room. There were still too much work to get done, and Mitsuru couldn't let herself rest until she was done with at least these papers. Neat handwriting traced on white paper, hand writing down her comments and thoughts on the matter before it abruptly stopped, putting the pen down as red lips let out a heavy sigh. It was becoming an extremely difficult task to keep her head focused on numbers and partners' names and her thoughts in place though with the events that she had experience the night before. A grim expression clouded her features for a moment at the memory...or at the lack of, to be more exact. Everything had become a blur, the most horrible sensation of coldness that took hold of her after, and then... nothing. It was until later that she woke up with a jolt that she remembered everything that had happened, and that she was...thankfully, alive. It had been close...too much close for her liking. But still...it bothered her not having been able to achieve what they wanted. To at least grasp what was going on...
Leaving the papers down and leaning her head back on the couch, the woman pinched the bridge of her nose with two fingers, letting out another sigh. It didn't matter. It was late for now...and she wouldn't go anywhere with her thoughts so scattered as they were. The war last night, Strega moving silently, the group back in Inaba, the news given by her silver haired friend about everything that had happened there in the small town...the grave news on television just moments ago... She needed to shove all those clouding thoughts away and well...a hot bubble bath wasn't sounding so bad as for now...
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 4:56 pm
 Minato Arisato, The Martyr It was late, even for her. Still, he heard the telltale scratching of pen on paper, the tapping of fingers on a keyboard, and the shifting of a body across the floor of the room just beyond the other side of the door he stood beside, ear leaning in closely towards the wood. It was unusual for him to be awake at this time of night; he tended to sleep like a log with the greatest of ease, so much so that in high school he often found himself viewed by his friends and classmates as something of a freak of nature...someone who could sleep through class and display a fairly reluctant attitude towards anything other than eating yet still score high on his tests, ace his sports and culture clubs, and so on. He had even slept through the Dark Hour with ease before awakening to his Persona, not in the coffins, transmogrified like everyone else, but as a human, as though there were nothing different about the oppressive air of the hidden hour than the normal air of the night. So yes, it was unusual that he was awake right now, but something had driven him from his slumber and his feet had almost mechanically carried him upstairs to the vending machine (he didn't know why he liked the one on the third floor better...they both had the same selection of beverages...he just did). Only once he was there, a drink in his hand, he found himself mechanically grabbing another of them...and then, again, mechanically...he found himself padding down the floor of the hallway until he stood before the closed door where he was right now. He had heard the television downstairs earlier, and he knew what was taking place in the capitol and just how serious things were becoming. It was practically written into his DNA not to overreact to anything, though...not to jump too quickly, take any action that was too rash that might endanger himself and his friends. He had, after all, confronted death itself...nothing really could be as intimidating as that. And this, well, there was nothing that they could do about it right now, right? But Mitsuru wouldn't feel the same way...she would no doubt already be planning for what to do if this chaos in the government began to trickle down and have an effect on their daily lives, her company, her friends, or if the debate over who would take over the throne would create conflict or worse...war. Her mind was probably spinning. Maybe that was why he had been compelled to come down here, compelled to bring her something cool to drink...or maybe it was just the subconscious desire to see her that drove him to knock on her door and poke his head inside, hoping that her standing invitation to come see her wouldn't be gone now after all this time apart.
"Knock, knock," he greeted the sight of the room that he had missed so dearly with a smile, gray eyes searching for the girl who resided within until he saw her with her head against the couch, worrying just the way that he had predicted she would be inside of his mind...she could be so predictable when it came to taking care of people and being responsible, it was really quite endearing, "have you ever tried a Cielo Mist soda?" He didn't need to hear her answer...he knew that at least before he had died, she had never managed to try one. In many ways, Mitsuru was not unlike Elizabeth in that he had helped her to see many sides of a world that she did not know. And if she hadn't had one in the time that he had been gone, he would feel very happy to be sharing the new experience with her now. Moving his hand to wave the cold can through the doorway so that she could see, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, moving over a little closer to her side so that she could reach out and take it from him if she wanted. He wanted to be able to help relieve this burden that was so obviously on her mind right now. But sometimes, you had to wait for a sign to let you know that it was all right to move forward.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 12:13 am
Mitsuru Kirijo
Head of the Kirijo Group
Red locks jumped away from the couch when the young woman lifted her head at the sound of the knocking, tensing up for a moment, partly because the noise (as light as it had been) had taken her off guard...especially this late, and because she was never been the one to show her weakness around others. That initial weariness dissipated immediately as auburn eyes landed on gray ones, a smile curving on her lips. Around Minato, she had learned to leave that strong facade aside for a while, and she could be a little bit more relaxed. (That didn't stop her from sitting up straight once again, as fingers passed through her hair to comb it into place once more.)"What are you doing up so late?" she answered with a question of her own, shadowing honest curiosity with an amused tone. And well, her surprise was well founded, he...had never been one to stay up late, or stay up at all when it wasn't completely necessary. Not that she was bothered by his visit, or that she questioned his motives at all. There weren't really any reasons to explain why or when they needed to see each other, after all. Oh, no, that wasn't the case...at the contrary...,seeing the blue haired boy standing there by her door really helped the thoughts inside of her head to stop swirling around...even if for only a moment, and well, she had been wanting to see him (even if a month had passed by, it was still very pleasant knowing that he was there). Mitsuru brushed the creases on her skirt, her gaze falling on the can for a moment before returning to Minato, a small pause extending before them as she thought of her answer. She seemed hesitant for a moment, but after a while, she finally shook her head, darting her gaze away from him, almost as if just a little embarrassed. "I...no. I haven't..." the redhead answered, taking the can in her hands, a smile hiding at the corner of her lips. It brought back memories... Him teaching her about the aspects of life she ignored. "Come sit with me..." the woman muttered, sliding a little bit to the side to leave some space for him to seat if he wanted. A finger traced along the rim of the can, before opening it, curious eyes returning to him once again for a moment. "Is it good?"
But well...she'd have to find out on her own. And she was absolutely sure he wouldn't make her try something that wasn't edible, or harmful to her health. But first, she needed to find out how was she supposed to drink this. "Do I need to pour it into a glass, or ..." Or was she supposed to drink directly from the can? That’d different, but if that were to be the case, well…It'd be interesting, to say the least.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 12:01 pm
Minato Arisato, The MartyrIf he was amused by the way that he had surprised her, the tiny, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his lips was the only evidence of it. Mitsuru's can slipped from his fingers and into her own grip smoothly, passing between them with the same ease that so many other things had done in their time together. He could tell that she had been stressing now more than ever, getting a look at the creases in her brow, the taut, downward pull at the edge of her mouth, and the way that her eyes narrowed and turned away slightly when she wanted to hide that she was worried. Thankfully, she knew that she didn't have to be that strong for him...he knew how strong she could be without having to have her prove it to him any further...and the act that she had been ready to slap into place for one of the others dropped by the wayside. He could see the exhaustion on her, even in his hazy, sleepless state, and he could read her when that tension began to ease in his presence, the cold chill of the can and her own curiosity at another aspect of his life (and life in general) that he was sharing with her for the first time. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that it was him...whatever the case, he was pleased by her willingness to let down the burden on her shoulders for just a little while, which was something she had taken a long time learning how to do during that trying time two years ago. Yet here they were, the two of them, stronger and more mature now than they had been in those days not to very long ago...she motioned for him to join her on the couch and the quiet young man accepted, stepping around the arm to take his seat next to her, watching out of the corner of his eye as she examined the can that he had given her as though looking at something entirely foreign. It was fun to see the way she looked at simple things sometimes as though she were seeing them for the first time (and in many cases, it was entirely possible she was), analyzing them, categorizing them, and eventually, testing them in her own way. That was how she was looking at her can now, after opening it, as if trying to figure out exactly how such an unusual container would work. ...It also made him kind of thirsty, which is why he had cracked open his own can and begun to take a drink by the time she started asking him how it was they went about consuming said delicious beverage.
"Mrph lths" his low voice was muffled by the can, and if there was something intelligible in what he said you would have had to finish about ten courses in advanced phonetics to comprehend it...however, the answer that the red-haired girl had sought was right there before her eyes as he sipped from his Cielo Mist, the light-hearted mood only growing more lax with her blue-haired companion's mild antics. It was funny how two mature people could occasionally enjoy something so simple and amusing as something like that...the silly sounds made trying to speak through your drink...and maybe that was why Minato had done just that, in hopes of further getting the girl's mind away from her troubles. His eyes still watched her for a moment longer, shifting away only as he swallowed heavily, forcing down the big gulp of drink that he had taken with an ease that probably wouldn't have been possible for a normal person. Eating and drinking with Minato had always been interesting...as Junpei could attest after the former-martyr's last 'Peta-Wac Attack' when the now-construction worker had taken him out to eat in celebration of his return. Not so interesting in front of the girls, but...still amusing in its own ways. Now though, having pushed down a huge mouthful of drink, the young man returned his attention to the girl at his side and began considering her other questions in his own, lazy way. What was he doing up so late? He didn't really know...it didn't really matter, either, since it had brought him here with her. He was fine with where he was now, a small happiness inside of him that he could relieve her burdens ever-so-slightly. Since coming back into the world, there were very few things that he had been able to do for anyone...he hadn't been allowed to go out much, hadn't been able to work, and despite their investigations from the old dorm, they hadn't been able to get a leg up on the Strega problem.
Was it possible that even he could feel inadequate, after all he had done for the world? Maybe...but more than that, he just wanted to be able to be there for Mitsuru and their friends. He guessed if this was all he could do for now, he was more than happy to do it. "Go ahead and try it," he encouraged her with a little half-smile, waiting for the hand nearer to him to be free so that he could slip it into his own. It wasn't much, but it was something...a connection...and maybe that was all they needed to remember that neither of them were in this thing (whatever it was) alone.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:16 pm
Mitsuru Kirijo
Head of the Kirijo Group
Oh! So, it really was like that. Seeing the blue haired boy's actions was enough of an answer to her earlier questions, and with it, her gaze fell back to the cool can on her hands, before furrowing her eyebrows ever so slightly. So, she really had to sip directly from the can...and now that she thought about it, it was obvious; perhaps not something she was used to (just like many of the things he used to teach her about before), but well, there was no other practical way, was there? And it wasn't like she hadn't seen people with such drinks before, but...she had to accept that she had paid little to no attention to it before tonight. It didn’t stop her from wondering why a drink would be poured into a container such as a can…Wasn’t that a little unhygienic? But…perhaps that same thought had crossed her mind when she had to eat with her hands, and nothing had happened to her. It had been pretty interesting, and the burger hadn’t been bad at all, to be honest; and the fact that it had been him there teaching her, and dismissing her own doubtful thoughts had made it better. This time would be no different, she was sure. A small smile crossed her lips for a moment, really feeling grateful for Minato’s presence that took her mind away from all her worries, and that relaxed her when she was feeling exhausted and about to burst. She looked at him, before snapping away from her thoughts, nodding at him as she raised the Cielo Mist from her lap, directing it to her lips. “Ah, of course.”
And she wasn’t disappointed. The soda slipped down her throat, leaving behind that peculiar flavor that she couldn’t really pinpoint having tasted before. It was bubbly, like what champagne or sparkling mineral water would feel like, but the flavor was nothing like it. She lowered the can, gaze flickering with that same curious light that would usually appear (if only around him) when being shown something new. Almost like a small girl in twin pigtails discovering something amazing. “Who comes up with these ideas?” Either way, it wasn’t unpleasant to her taste buds, and her companion had been right to show her this. “This is splendid!” The redhead had taken a small sip, unlike the blue haired martyr sitting beside her, but it had been enough to make her consider buying this…Cielo Mist …was it?, from now on. A newly found liking for sodas perhaps… “Thank you,” Mitsuru added, not specifying if they were words of appreciation for the soda he had brought her, or for him distracting her away, or just for walking up to her room and being there with her at this time when everything inside of her mind felt so somber…but, it really didn’t matter much. Not for her, at least. Leaving the can on the small table in front of the couch, tired crimson eyes returned to him, though the smile on her lips was content, warm.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:47 pm
Minato Arisato, The MartyrMinato always enjoyed being with Mitsuru at times like this, not just because he got to see those rare expression on her face when she discovered something new and interesting (and in many cases, as it had been, delicious), but also because he enjoyed seeing the tension almost literally drain out of her shoulders, her face, her neck as she began to ease away from her burdens. It was the glimmer in her eye, that childlike pleasure and the mature joy she felt at learning more about both the world and herself, and the look that she often afforded him when she was finished experimenting. Her gratitude, her honestly pleasure, and her affection...he had never been all that poetic or even all that energetic in describing the world around him, in taking notice of things and acting when it wasn't necessary, but if there was one thing that provoked in him a more aggressive and passionate response to anything it was the many faces of Mitsuru. And now came the moment of truth that he had been secretly looking forward to since he handed the can over to his red-haired senpai; what would her expression be upon her first encounter with the delicious and wildly addicting soda (as that girl he met at the station before during one of his quests for Elizabeth...how could she drink 20 Cielo Mists so fast anyway?!...had proven) end up being? Would she like it? Love it? Hate it? He watched as she took a sip and the gears began to churn inside of her mind, as though she were trying to process the feeling of the drink upon her lips and tongue, classify the flavor and relate it with something of a similar ilk, but no matter how she tried, he had a feeling that it would be impossible to relate anything else very closely with the taste of a Cielo Mist soda. And sure enough...her response was just what he had been hoping for. Surprised, pleased, and altogether intrigued by the unusual new taste and sensation. Leaning back on the couch, the blue-haired young man took another long sip of his drink as he watched her a little longer, before mirroring her action and setting the drink down onto the coaster on her small table at the center of the room.
Now it was just the two of them again, sitting together in the thick silence which lay upon the room like a heavy blanket before...now lessened, lighter, and her gratitude (which he hoped was as much for that as it was for the drink itself) was enough to send the would-be conversation into a much more pleasant direction.
"I'm glad you liked it," the girl's more youthful companion mused quietly, watching her with those gray eyes of his, a hint of honest affection and a tiny amusement visible inside of them, "there are a lot of flavors of soda you should try some time...I'll bring you one next time I visit." It was a small promise that there would be more 'next times' after this one, the look in his eyes honest and just a little bit sleepy at that. Rarely since he had come back from his place as the Great Seal had Minato ever spoken of the future...in fact, there was a small hesitance in his manner at all times that most might have missed, but for someone observant like Mitsuru she was apt to have noticed. It was almost as though he wasn't certain that he had one...as though he were planning something on his own without telling them, worried that one day he might have to disappear and leave them all again the way he had on that night over two years earlier. He hated to make promises...hated to think that if he did he might not be able to keep them. But time had passed, their situation hadn't changed very much, and maybe now...maybe he could really begin to start taking his life back and planning for the future after all? After all, even though he had been a martyr...and if anyone had earned the right to be taken care of for what they had done it was him...he found it hard to imagine himself remaining the way that he was right now forever. If he had a future...if he had one...he couldn't simply lay around the dorm and allow himself to be protecting, taking advantage of Mitsuru's hospitality forever...could he? He might have been a little lazy, but he wanted to be able to do something for Mitsuru. Maybe he couldn't do anything too major right now...and maybe, in the future, he would have to make the same sacrifice he had before all over again...but for now, he could take pleasure in little offerings like this. Being there to relieve her tension, to share her burden, and as long as they had this time together...to introduce her to more and more of the world around them that she was so anxious to see. Maybe they had a future...maybe they didn't.
But he would cherish these small moments together with Mitsuru for as long as he was alive. Of that, there was no uncertainty whatsoever.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:18 pm
Satoru Otonashi
Senior of class 3-2
After breakfast at Junes, which was not nearly as good as Breakfast at Tiffany's. The train ride was just as easy just like normal. He decided during breakfast that if he was going to be off of school he might as well visit where his original home was, and the people there that really mattered here. Of course he had people in Inaba that were important. All the member of SEES-2 were important, even if some of the were a bit unsociable but they still were his allies to the same cause and there were other people that were important, Leon and Faust plus all the others. Anyway he went up the few stairs to the door to the dormitory building knocking a few times on the door before opening the door. 'Dang its been so long since I was last here, probably far to long.' He looked around the entrances for a few seconds before stepping into the lobby area. "Hello, anyone around?" He called out trying to make sure his voice still sound like well his voice so any residence wouldn't think Toru was so sort of intruder.
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