Mikoto Suoh

I don't see the need to introduce myself. I'm just a man and now a teacher.

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What To Do || Open

With his usual gait, Mikoto strolled down the hall of Charisma. An unlit cigarette was hanging off his lips while his hands were fully stuffed in his jean pockets.

He was currently pondering what he should do. After being a teacher for almost over a month, Mikoto hasn't actually done anything. Sighing, he removed the unused cigarette from his mouth, twiddling it between his fingers.

"Maybe I should actually make a lesson plan...."

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4/? Mikoto Suoh - K Project

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I am DIVERGENT || AU - Open RP

                                                                       One choice

                              Decides your friends

                                                                       One choice

                                                                                                Defines your beliefs

                                                                       One choice

                      Determines your loyalties                           — forever.

                                              One Choice Can { T r a n s f o r m } You.

    It was a day that he had been dreading since he was young enough to even remember, a walk forward that caused the room to go silent, Erudite kin smiling all the way as his foot steps echoed through the hallway. Choosing Day… The antagonizing weight was too much for him to bare, as he was left with a choice. He had to choose… he couldn’t go with two answers like his falsified tests had originally deduced. He was in their system as Erudite by sheer luck but in reality…

                                                                 ⇢ Divergent ⇠

    The name rung through his ears like an infection as a shaking palm grabbed the knife that was offered to him and he walked over to the five large bowls with their different contents. Abnegation, he knew that perhaps he was too selfish for such a thing. Amity, though he loved music, he knew better than to claim such a peace. Candor, he had too many secrets to bare through the trials. Dauntless, was he brave enough… strong enough to take a claim as a warrior? Or should he return to Erudite and continue his knowledge? He loved the vast amount of information he was allowed.. the books were magnificent and yet… he found his hand drawing away from the claim of Erudite. 

    He could feel the eyes baring into him like the knife he was holding in his palm. With a shaky sigh, he closed his eyes and made a final decision. He knew there would be no cheering… no welcome in his fair and only trouble to await him, yet something pulled him that he couldn’t explain. As he cut into his skin, he looked down at his unscathed hand dripping a shade of crimson and the sound of the drips hitting the floor. Swallowing hard, he extended his hand over firing embers, so close he could feel the heat against his bare skin… Another drop of blood dripped into the flames of the Dauntless, causing a slight discoloration and then a group of men and women dressed in black all bore smiles in his direction.

    Don’t look back.. don’t look back... He couldn’t look back at the Erudite. He knew the glares he would receive from betrayal of his home faction. Home… No… He was now Dauntless in the making, being taken by a man dressed in black to where the others who choose dauntless were as well. He didn’t fit in among them.. he knew. About half were already dressed in their dark clothes, Dauntless born and dauntless they shall remain, while the other half were dressed in attire from their previous factions, just as he was dressed in all blue that fit snug against his frame. He was so nervous… to afraid to talk to anyone?

                                                    Fear? Why was I compelled to choose Dauntless?

[ Note from Mun: Anyone is open to reply to this even if you had not read the book. The only thing that I expect is that you know of the factions and I can inform you of the Dauntless initiation. ]

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The day of choosing. The day where one choice alters your life forever. 

Just like all the preceding days of choosing, this day was filled with a mixture of anticipation, anxiety, fear, and maybe a minuscule amount of confidence, creating an over all tense atmosphere. 

No one dared to utter a word; make a sound, lest they intervene in the teens who were one by one deciding their fate....their lives. 

One could choose to stay with their family, with the only faction they knew for their whole childhood. They wouldn't have to face initiation, face the chance of ending up factionless. Choosing to go back to your faction meant safety, reassurance, but also means loosing your chance to expand.

                                                                          Or

One could choose a new life. Trade in everything they knew and risk everything they had. To go through initiation and either pass and be accepted into a new environment or fail and be outlasted forever. 

                                            Two choices.

                                                                              One chance.

Once Mikoto was in that position, yet today he was one of the onlookers. A part of the dark section that was the Dauntless. Usually anytime he had to sit for long periods of time in a stiff atmosphere, the red haired male would sleep. However, he couldn't keep the mild interest at bay as he lazily watched the choices being made. Of course, most Dauntless born stay with Dauntless same with Amity and Abnegation. Others fluttered here and there, some getting a variation of different colored initiates.

Dauntless, as always, got few new initiates, after all they had the toughest initiation. Mikoto still had scars from when he had to go through it back when he switched to Dauntless, however he never regretted it. Back then he was determined to join Dauntless...one of the two attributes he tested positive for according to his aptitude test. He had wanted to leave his old life behind, the life that betrayed him. 

Now as he watched a certain initiate, hesitate; his hand steadily moving away from Erudite to Dauntless, Mikoto couldn't help but wonder just what he was leaving behind. What it was that he wanted to gain. Why Dauntless of all things. 

Nevertheless they were petty questions that were brushed away as the Dauntless crowd rustled and stood up, filling the hall with their loud voices. All that matter now for every single initiate is if they had the conviction, the want, the raw desire to earn their place. If not, then all that would be left for them is being factionless...that is if they survived.

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Ignorant of her audience, she continued to play, every note being hit perfectly. At last, the song came to an end. Her hands lingered in place for a moment or two before she let then fall and rest upon the bench she was sitting on. 

Somehow, she was still unhappy with the melody. Perhaps she was being too much of a perfectionist. It was still a work in progress, but she felt she should have come up with a better first draft. 

She heaved a sigh. “Maybe I just need to increase the tempo…” She thought aloud, more than used to talking to herself when it came to composing.

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When the music ended, Mikoto made no move. Of course he broke away from his thoughts, but he continued to stand there in his corner, just riding out the lingering music that was slowly fading away into the silence. 

The red head thought that maybe she would play again...or notice him. To him either one would be fine. In fact we was thinking about taking a nap to the next song she would play. However when the female's voice rang out instead, Mikoto cracked open an eye, looking over at the pianist.

"I think it's fine." He commented out of the blue. Now he wasn't a musician himself and only knew the basics of music terms. However he does have opinions and it's not often that he likes something to a point where he would comment nicely on it. "Keep it."

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It's not slipping it's just hard to believe. I can understand if you threatened them into this position but it doesn't seem like your thing. Teac-. Excuse me, I need to take a step back, such close proximity with you is making me sick.

"Like I would threatened some primp up school people just to get a job. That’s not my style, Munakata. Oh that’s right, you don’t like breathing in my toxic air, even though you approached me first."

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Teacher: So what'd everyone do over the summer?

Me: [Muffled Attack on Titan opening playing in the distance]

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I admit it's shocking that you're doing something good but are you sure you're qualified?

"Munakata, you know I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t qualified. Don’t tell me that intelligence of yours is slipping."

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Please tell me you've come to get your high school degree and not that you're actually teaching.

"Is this how you greet all the new teachers, Munakata? And here I thought you would be happy to see me doing something good for a change."

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Stand in the Wilderness Suoh Mikoto’s character song (CV. Tsuda Kenjirou)

Cover Art Souce: 尊さんとアンナちゃん  By: タカナギ＠二次元

Note ;; the translations are rough because my langauge is not up to standard, and because this is essentially a Japanese poetry, what i have done is to interpret each line and to piece together the meaning of this poem. Please feel free to correct me if I get anything wrong! The bracket-ed parts are parts I’m not entirely sure of, but feels natural as I translate it in that manner. As mentioned, feel free to correct me, I’m eager to learn! Don’t treat this as a proper translation please, just as a rough guide to understand what Mikoto is chanting about. Heh. It’s a nice song though, brings out his deep voice and all. I really wish he had sang it instead.

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Finally, she had found one of the schools music rooms, and luckily it seemed empty. Stepping in, the young blonde sat at the piano, lightly brushing her hands over the keys. 

Ever since she had been on her flight to Italy, she had been dying to test out a song that she had composed in her head. with a small smile, she began.

Her finger tips teased the keys as she played, her voice strong enough to be heard clearly over the music. it felt good to finally be able to play again, this was why she had come to the school. 

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Once again, Mikoto was avoiding his teacher duties and was wandering around the school campus. There wasn't many in either of his classes, plus both classes or more of a freedom thing. So in essence, Mikoto wasn't skipping too much...

Mikoto didn't pay much attention to where he was going, but when music reached his sense, he immediately knew he entered the music building. liking the melody that was playing, Mikoto decided to follow it, entering the music room where it was coming from.

Silently, he leaned against the wall by the door, making sure not to disturb the girl was currently playing. Her playing had a soothing effect and before the teacher knew it, his head was resting against the wall and his eyes were sliding close. 

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Directions || Hanji & Mikoto

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Hanji nodded her head as she thought about that. “That’s true…I agree with that. What kind of poetry do you like the most? Or moreover, who is your favourite poet?” Hanji was intrigued by this man. He looked different than he acted, and she knew that observation to be true. She wondered what made him bitter. She knew that feeling all too well, yet she had the ability to hide that with her personality.

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"You ask too many questions." Mikoto mumbled, closing his eyes briefly as he let out a long sigh. "Free Verse and I don't have a favorite poet. As long as they are tolerable, then I'll read their works." Why did he have to snag a curious woman out of all of the people on the street? Mikoto didn't necessarily mind the questions, but it's just the fact that he doesn't share a lot of information about himself, even about the things he likes. Damn, he really needed a cigarette right about now. 

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" 'M not whinin’! You’re just really pissy. S’probably that cigarette makin’ you all cranky. Then you’ll be whinin’ cause your face will be all wrinkly! HAHAHA!” Rin stop. That is not a valid argument whatsoever. 

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"...." Did this kid even understand what he just said? "Did you miss your afternoon nap kid? You're talking like you have no sense."