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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:40 pm
This thread is only for those trying for the female Legionnaire. If you do not want the girl, then please do not post here.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:45 pm
The Prompt
You're at the Academy; the great, impressive, enormous Academy. And you're new. Everything around you seems to be rushing at a great speed. Or is it slowing down to a crawl? How do you feel? What sorts of things are running through your minds? How do you interact with the others?
** This is beginning prompt. There will be changes as you roleplay. **
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:32 pm
It was the most magnificent place anyone could have imagined finding themselves in. Towering windows stretched along the daunting walls almost all the way up to the ceiling where each came to a point. Hallways twisted about in a wild yet very well organized fashion. The marble floor glistened under rays of sun beaming in from the windows. Each section the sunlight touched looked like a gateway into an endless sea below the Academy, reflecting deeper into the floor until its depths were simply too far for the light to reach.
A fanfare of footsteps resounded through a hallway and quickly subsided as the trail of students made their way to their destination. Miki watched with little fascination as the last of them collected into assorted rooms and were gone.
So this is it. The great Academy.
She sighed at the fate she had resigned herself to and began walking forward in search of someone to help direct her along the maze-like hallways. It was almost impossible not to get lost here. Even an experienced staff member would have to pause a moment down each path to make sure they were heading the right direction.
Miki felt rather awkward standing alone in the looming entryway. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do at that moment. Her parents didn’t feel the need to see her off nor did she care if they did. Was she supposed to find another student or a staff member to help her or could she explore on her own? Either way, she was bored of waiting for someone and felt absolutely fine walking on her own. Striding down a hall to her right, she found room after room filled with people, and an occasional empty room here and there. By their attitudes, she could tell if some were noble or part of a legion, and it appeared they were separated in such a way.
Bittersweet scents of chocolate wafted to her from a room slightly further down the hallway. Lingering in the doorway a moment, she closed her eyes to take in the smell.
“Are you lost?”
Miki’s eyes opened wide in surprise as she turned around to find a young Lunarian boy confronting her.
“You should be in class about now…” he muttered, wiping off a smear of chocolate from his cheek. Miki regained her composure and smirked at the boy.
“In fact, I am new. I was not aware I had to attend class today as this is the first time I’ve ever entered the building. I was hoping for some kind of tour to help me find my way through this labyrinth but the service here is really terrible.”
Much to her astonishment, the boy began to laugh, a reaction completely unforeseen to her. Most found her bluntness unappealing but this boy was laughing.
“I’m so sorry miss but the service here never was very good.” The boy had to cover his mouth with his chocolate-stained hands just to cease the laughing. Frowning, Miki put her fists to her hip.
“Well if you’re not going to help me, then you may as well leave because I sure don’t appreciate your laughing.”
The boy smiled at her, a funny tone surfacing in his voice, “Why miss, this is my classroom. I can’t exactly just up and leave for you.”
Miki felt a bit dumb for saying such a thing, but this boy’s attitude was annoying her to no end.
“Fine. I guess I’ll be on my way then. And my name’s Miki, not miss. Don’t even think of using any silly nicknames with me.”
“Goodbye Miss Miki, I hope I may see you again when you are more joined in the student world. And I suggest you go that way,” the boy pointed in the direction Miki had come from, “It would be useful for you to find some staff members to ‘tour’ you through the school. Have a good day.”
Miki opened her mouth to comment on the ‘miss’ thing again but found it a waste of her energy to speak with such a dense person. Instead of retracing her steps back the way she came, Miki continued down the long hallway until she could no longer smell the sweet fragrance of chocolate.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 6:21 pm
Kotone had in fact enrolled in a cooking class, consciously, on purpose. Yes, indeed, she had. However, this certainly didn't seem to be the case when she had stood outside beside the door, leaning her back against the wall, refraining from stepping through the entrance and into the classroom for several moments. Her hands hugged her backpack, arms wrapped around the load against her chest. She didn't really impede the path of anyone entering the room of instruction, however she did look strange at that spot and nearly resembled a lost and lonesome little child. Her eyes seemed to penetrate her shoes and examine her toes then. She had been recalling past memories. And she had also been taking deep breathes as she was suddenly remembering, inhaling air through her nose and exhaling soundlessly from her slightly parted lips.
What did said memories comprise of? She recalled frequently disappointing her mother during past performances in the kitchen and being told on a number of occasions to stop amidst trying to go about cooking properly and leave the room.
Even now, after having entered for some time already and taken her place, standing before a counter, in the class equipped as a kitchen for the simultaneous hands-on learning of students, the question inquiring why was she here ran through her mind.
But, this wasn't her first day in cooking class. No, this wasn't the case. The reason she was currently engulfed in insecurity, stems to the night before. She had helped with the cooking for dinner and simply put, the outcome of her efforts far from pleased her mother. She had insisted in giving the cooks a hand and thus a surprise to her family for dinner and it just so happened that evening that the family also entertained guests that dropped by for a surprise visit just in time for dinner. Suprises, unfortunately, hadn't unfolded as pleasantly as hoped last night.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 7:32 pm
For once, Yue Lao's half-closed eyes served her a purpose. She was unable to take in the enormity of the situation she had found herself in; not because she mentally could not handle it, but because she couldn't be bothered to open her eyes wide enough to see everything at once. Essentially, she felt a little nervous. However, she took that nervous energy and chanelled it into an extra swagger. Yue had been directed inside, but in a fit of excitement, she propelled herself in the crowd and managed to find herself... back outside. She giggled wildly and turned on her heels, smacking into someone. With only half an apology, Yue went back inside again.
Well, that was her: a whirlwind of motion and energy, seemingly with no purpose or direction. She really ought to be headed somewhere, she knew; attending the Academy was a big deal to her mother, Chishio, and her sort-of-guardian, Yowai Hone. Although Yue just wanted to frolic outside in the sun and enjoy herself, she decided that perhaps today she would try just a little harder to focus. Instead of being frightened by the large crowds, Yue fed off them; all these connections just waiting to be made. She could almost feel the threads that might tie them together. If only she could follow her own destiny, search out those who would become her friends someday. "I guess I'll just have to do this the hard way," Yue muttered to herself, slinging her bag over one shoulder and rocking back and forth until she felt like it was about time she got going.
Yue walked recklessly. She didn't care if she bumped into someone, because for her, it wasn't an aggressive gesture. Yue loved the feeling of skin against skin, and she would go out of her way to get it. In a crowd, that desire was satisfied easily by simply not being careful. It was a little hard to avoid those who appeared to be younger than she was, but it wasn't as if she was trying to flirt. It was a simple desire which she really didn't need to see through at the moment.
Ah, class; with a jolt which did not register on her face, Yue remembered she was actually supposed to be headed off to a class. What was first? Something silly and introductory that Yue could care less about, if not for her mothers. Yue reached into her shirt and withdrew a piece of something which her blood-mother had marked with vital information. By "vital," Yue discovered, her mother had meant the classes that she had signed up for. The first one...
Yue Lao stood stock still in the middle of the crowd, disruptive already, and exclaimed, "Cooking?! But I burn things!" Yue pursed her lips and exhaled, her brows furrowed. With a swagger, again, she followed the flow of traffic and hoped to maybe find her class that way. Well, not particularly; what she actually hoped was that she would get lost and miss it. Maybe she could get lost daily. Forever.
"Well... I guess it can't be helped," Yue sighed, her left arm brushing against another young girl. She would have to burn things someday. Wandering aimlessly, although it had been her initial choice, wouldn't do. She followed her nose to what may or may not have been a source of food, and found someone standing in what either seemed to be shock or reverie, and another girl who seemed totally lost. She shrugged; the lost one would be of almost no help, she suspected, but the reverie one...
"You, I'm looking for some kind of cooking thing. Where is it?" Yue pursed her lips, brushing her fingertips along the stranger's shoulder and then letting her hand drop to her thigh. She shifted her weight and leaned on one leg.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 8:57 pm
It had been time to head inside or be marked tardy. She had pushed off from the wall lightly to stand upright with her balance divided between both feet. And then, just when she had lifted her gaze from her shoes and was about to turn to enter her classroom, Kotone had jolted slightly at the touch on her shoulder. Her head jerked towards and eyes landed on the girl who addressed her. Her arms had tightened their hug on her belongings. "Ah, I'm sorry I got surprised," Kotone apologized, soft voice trembling slightly at the first portion of her sentence.
"Cooking?" The word had reminded Kotone upon her repeating it that she had to get inside her cooking class and had began feeling rushed. What did she mean by cooking thing, Kotone's mind hurriedly tried to process the inward question while still being distracted by the tugging of her internal self-doubt in her mind. Apparently the heavens were merciful to her at this moment as she added shortly after, "Um, this is a cooking class." Kotone freed one of her arms around her backpack and motioned a palm to the classroom she was about to enter, "It's just about to start. Is it what you're looking for? I'd better get inside before roll starts being taken. Please excuse me." And with that, Kotone had bowed to the girl and entered the specified room.
Kotone's seat was not far from the door and it was quick that she had gone from the entrance to her place in the class and pulled out the stool from under the counter and set down her belongings on it. Also, it turned out the teacher seemed to be taking extra time with preparations in the beginning class time. And so, her spacing out while looking at her backpack on top of the wooden stool that was her seat in front of the counter hadn't been caught by the instructor.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:46 pm
After continuing her venture down the long hallways, Miki found herself… completely and utterly lost. She had been given a map along with her schedule upon entering the building, but even then could not decipher the long daunting hallways.
…The schedule!
Miki was actually rather aware of her need to attend class on the first day, but was not too keen on it. She had simply told the boy she had met earlier that she would prefer to explore, but now she was feeling that sticking in one room would be best. If the size of the building hadn’t been overwhelming enough, the plentiful classrooms and student body would overcome anyone.
Pulling the crumpled slip from her bag, she traced her finger along the first hour till it reached the class name and room number.
Cooking Class.
How could she possibly be caught in a cooking class? She needed to stock up her schedule with fighting courses and anything that could possibly her in the war. Not cooking. Grumbling as she turned around, Miki trudged back the way she had been before. At least out of all the classes she could have possibly had, she knew where this one was.
Reaching the room that smelled of chocolate, Miki peeked in through the doorway. There were already quite a few students in and the teacher was just starting to take roll call.
“Excuse me, I assume this is the cooking room,” Miki called into the class room, knocking lightly on the door. “Please pardon my lateness but I found myself a bit lost. It shall not happen again.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:49 pm
She really hadn't been very clearly aware of what had been taking place in the classroom. Kotone was gradually gaining more alertness of her surroundings' happenings as she pulled out the recipe she'd brought to work on for today's class from the contents of her backpack. She'd placed the paper on the table, hands flattening themselves and ironing the sheet with them against the counter's surface with lingering absentmindedness after she had pushed in the backpacked-topped stool back beneath the counter and took small steps forward, closer to the work surface.
Eyes checking to look in the direction of the instructor, it occurred to her that the beginning-of-class preparations may not even have been gotten to yet. And next, it was only at this point that the aroma of chocolate became very apparent to her. There seemed to have been an accident that took place during the class before, a spill maybe, she pondered. There were also a few students left from the class before around the teacher. Kotone guessed they were being scolded and instructed to clean up.
She sighed softly and restrainedly, trying to escape her disorientation. Her current state wasn't a mood suited for learning, she chided herself mentally. Due to such factors as her classmates taking the opportunity to visit other classmates in their seats, she was among the few closest to the entrance at the moment. However, being that she was still quite out of it, she hadn't noticed the knock on and voice that called from the door as she attempted to go over the recipe again before roll call was commenced.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 8:52 am
“Miki Yumi?”
“Yes, that’s me.” Miki called to the teacher as she entered the room, setting down her bag on a nearby table. She regarded the girl sitting there with a smile, and then looked up to see the boy she had met earlier cleaning a mess in the back with a small group of other students.
“Do you mind if I sit here, or are we assigned places to sit…?” She looked down at the girl, coolly waiting for a reply while also taking in the rest of the atmosphere here. It was quite friendly in the cooking room, people bustling to and fro to get things done. Newer students were sitting at tables waiting for the teacher to finish and to give them the instructions for today.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:06 pm
Had she been in fact early or was she late and hadn’t noticed? She and time were very much out of tune with each other today, she felt. Insecurity after insecurity after insecurity was running through her mind. She felt frustrated with herself. She really needed to snap out of this state of mind, she thought urgently, struggling on inwardly. She kept sending quick looks around to check every now and then in between trying to reread the recipe she was attempting to further prepare herself for, but the battle with herself in her mind persisted to take up most of her thoughts. Habit was responsible for the polite smiles that curled her lips toward anyone she happened to make some eye contact with during these looks up from the paper on the table despite her head still not being completely grounded in the class.
Additionally, she also ended up performing other actions that contradicted past ones made in her nervousness. She had pulled out her seat from under the counter again, then moved her backpack to the floor and had it lean against one of the inside sides of the counter. She next sat down and stared blankly at the recipe for a moment.
And that was when the girl’s question caught her attention in a manner that pulled her out of the sea of diffidence in her mind if only for a moment. “Ah, please feel free to. We don’t have assigned seats,” she replied, voice and a smile softly delivered. That Kotone’s mind labeled the place she was currently seated at as her place merely meant that she was comfortable having taken a seat at that spot numerous times when she found it available. Then, her eyes had drifted back to the recipe on the table before her to try to comprehend more of it in a rereading.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:37 pm
Instead of deterring Yue Lao, Kotone's seeming discomfort at being touched, even lightly, served only to encourage her further. Yue waited, her eyes half-closed even then, for her answer, her lips pursed. It was taking a long time for such a simple thing. That displeased Yue; clearly, this girl was not the one to ask for information. At least she was in the right place, though. "Sure, thanks. You've served your purpose anyway." Yue waved one hand dismissively and did not follow the girl in. She had little intention of attending class at all, and no intention of being on time. If she absolutely had to go to a cooking class, of all things, it would not be without a little resistence on her part. Honestly, Yue would much rather transfer out of the class than ever attend it at all. Was it mandatory or something? Chishio had maybe scheduled her without really informing her of it. It wouldn't surprise her; Yue was useless in the kitchen, except for meat. Yue loved preparing meat. She figured that in some creepy way, preparing meat related to her love of physical contact. Knowing that about her was kind of an uncomfortable speculation she liked to deny.
Yue Lao leaned against the wall next to the door, her arms behind her back, one knee bent and her raised foot against the wall. Boring. It was boring so far. Another girl walked into the class; she was holding some kind of slip. Yue heard her apologize and snickered. Through the door, she could hear the voices of both girls; Yue wasn't above eavesdropping, and she did so now, to entertain herself. Why not? She didn't want to cook, though, and she didn't see how they could want to. Maybe she could knock some sense into them. Yue smiled to herself, licking her upper lip and then pursing her mouth. At least it smelled of chocolate in there.
When Yue was fairly satisfied she could be called 'late', she pushed herself off the wall and made her way into the class, hips swaying, flipping her braid behind her shoulder. She was right; the girl she'd spoken to earlier, and the one who had passed by her, they were both seated rather close to the door. Yue waved at the teacher almost half-heartedly and approached the girls. She dropped her bag on top of the recipe book. "You're seriously into this? You're actually going to ...cook?" Yue rolled her eyes. She grinned. "Besides, what kind of cooking class has chocolate? Or was that from before? Chocolate is a dessert. Not proper food at all." At least if she had to go to class, she could make trouble. Maybe she could even get in a fight. She pressed her palm against her cheek and surveyed the girl she had yet to speak with, the one who had seemed disoriented outside. In an almost predatory way, Yue Lao positioned herself close enough and brushed her fingers down the girl's shoulder. "I saw you in the hall; you new?" Yue fluttered her eyelashes. If anything, she suspected that Kotone, though Yue did not know that was her name, would be grateful that Yue's attention was on this other girl.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:22 pm
The drop of the girl’s bag had Kotone’s gaze dart up to the source, surprised yet again. It was the girl who had brushed her shoulder earlier and asked about a cooking thing. Her current mental state was really not doing her much good at all, she further realized as she had difficulty comprehending what was happening all of a sudden. Well, her mind all the while had been having trouble fully registering anything to begin with it seemed this entire day so far.
“Um, yes, I‘m going to cook,” came Kotone’s response to the girl’s question regarding if she was serious about cooking, the tone of her voice was soft and hesistant once again and she looked at the inquirer she had just spoken her reply to with a befuddled look.
Kotone’s eyes chanced an anxious peek at the instructor. Had the class in fact started already? Had she missed initial instructions? More questions of insecurity surfaced in her thoughts. She felt upset at herself that she was as lost as she was now.
She next stood from her seat, her motions reflected how unsure she was feeling about everything right now, as if standing from her seat wasn‘t allowed and she was sneaking out of it gradually. This manner of her movements kept up as she then she took a few steps to the side to try and check if her classmates had gotten started on anything for the class.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 7:58 pm
Another girl happened to appear in class a little after Miki. She thought it strange since she had seen her in the room just before. Shrugging, she sat in a seat at the table with the first girl and began scanning her schedule.
Good, P.E. next. At least that’s something I’m good at.
Miki’s thoughts were interrupted by one girl’s complaints. Rolling her eyes, she sighed and looked up at the speaker.
“I do believe the chocolate is from the previous class and that they merely share rooms since this area actually has a kitchen…” she paused, “But yes, of course I wouldn’t know anything because I am new. And I’m not very big on cooking and could care less about even being here, but I don’t so much mind eating.” She smiled up at the girl with the kind of grin that could have been mistaken for a smirk.
“And what would your name be?” Resting one hand on the table, she placed the other gently under her chin, framing it with slender fingers. There was a twinkle in her eye, a sort of sixth sense to the girl’s attitude. Even though she acted rather brash, Miki liked what she saw in the girl. Yet, liking someone didn’t mean she would let her guard down.
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