SHSL Empath

Hey, my name's Aya Kaneshiro. Well, don't just stand there looking stupid, say something or leave! I don't have all day, you know, so don't waste my time. I'd prefer not to talk to you at all, but if you really need my assistance, than I wouldn't be unwilling to help. Not because I want to or anything, I just don't have going on right now is all. So spit it out and I'll see if what you have to say is worth my wild. I don't spend my time with just anyone, you know. [closed rp blog for schoolofshsl] ((*note: this is a side-blog of my other rp account, badluck-komaeda, so I follow everyone from that blog and will contact you from there if necessary.))

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Project: Disaster! [idolsayakamaizono]

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Sayaka was in English class, texting as usual. She was alright at English, but that was mainly because she had a few songs that had some lines in English. Either way, this class seemed like it was going to last forever today.  The teacher was explaining some…project?  Grammar rules? Didn’t they learn this last year? Whatever project it was, she could probably finish that up quickly then have the rest of the time off to herself.

That is…until she heard they would be partners. It’s not that she hated group work, in fact, she liked it….when she knew the person. Sayaka had a decent idea who everyone was and who or who not to work with in this particular class. Of course, there were always a few people she didn’t know about. One of them being the girl she was assigned to work with. Kaneshiro…? Sayaka didn’t even know this girl’s talent. She was the brown haired girl in the corner…right? Or was it the purple haired girl…Oh—no, Kaneshiro was the blonde! Right? She honestly had no idea; she could only hope that the girl would approach her first, so she wouldn’t look like an idiot not knowing who her partner was.

Sure enough, a blonde girl approached her. Sayaka had been listening to what they had to do for this project. Ooooh a video! Maybe she could make a song…or even a dance routine for this! Maybe she could sing some popular English song that is well-known in the west?! Needless to say, she was a little lost in thought when Aya approached her. “Eh?” She snapped back into reality when she saw the girl in front of her. She smiled brightly and acted like she knew exactly who Aya was—for the most part. “Yes! I believe we are! We haven’t formally met, but as you know, I’m Sayaka Maizono!” She giggled, thinking introductions weren’t necessary here, but she did want to know this girl’s talent. “I suppose we should figure out when it would be best to work together due to our separate schedules. Or…would you rather talk about ideas for our video first?” Might as well get straight to the point of this project. She had a feeling that Aya didn’t think highly of her, since it was obvious that Aya was trying to not look angry here.

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Aya frowned at the other girl's too cheery of a smile. It was so fake, it was obvious this girl wasn't even sure who she was, and it only pissed Aya off that the girl tried so hard to play it off. 

"Aya Kaneshiro," the blonde huffed in return. "Of course I know who you are." Her fat face was all over the place, it was hard to miss. The whole country of Japan seemed to be infatuated with the idol and her little pop group, but those kinds of fads never lasted long. Soon, she'd be yesterday's news. The thought made Aya stifle a chuckle.

"Right." Aya pulled up a chair from a nearby desk and sat down next to the idol. "Any time after school is fine with me," she shrugged. Her lack of extracurricular activities and social life made her wide open for working on the project, and the sooner they got done with it the sooner Aya could go back to her own little world where no one else existed. People were too much of a hassle anyway, and the idol was no exception. Besides, they'd be scheduling their meetups around her schedule anyway, and depending on what they decided on doing there could be a limit on what Aya could do on her own.

"Have any ideas?" She voiced the question aloud, but she wasn't expecting any suggestions from the blue-haired girl. A girl who got by on her looks never needed to use her brain, so Aya figured she'd be doing most of the idea-making and work herself. "Let's see..." She studied the instructional handout the teacher gave out to look at the topics to choose from. They were all units they'd covered this semester, so they were pretty broad and gave little guidance on what exactly they should do. "Leisure, careers," she rolled her eyes at that topic before continuing. "Food, technology, fashion." She paused. Fashion? She didn't even remember that unit, she'd probably slept through it. Still, it sounded interesting, and there was no doubt Sayaka would be interested in it as well. "Fashion sounds like a good topic, right? We could do a fashion show video or something like that." She looked up expectingly at her partner with the least bitter expression she'd had all day.

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Unwanted Encounter [Open RP]

[bubblyswimmeraoi]

Aoi let out a sound of pure glee at the sound of the bell. Finally, the end of the day! It had been an especially long day for her; two pop quizzes in one day! She swore the teachers were plotting against her. She had done fairly well on the first quiz, but as for the second… she’d rather not talk about it. Aoi hoped that the upcoming essay would help balance out her grade.

Aoi stood up from her seat, smiling brightly. It was better not to dwell in the past anyway. Gathering her textbooks in her arms, the swimmer walked cheerfully out the door and into the already crowded hallway. She pouted; with this crowd, she’d never get to her dorm! The crowd was mostly annoying people who stopped in the middle of the hallway to talk to their friends. Unbelievable! With a bit of crouching, light pushing, and determination, Aoi managed to break free of the crowd and continue walking in the direction of her dorm without trouble.

Or maybe with trouble after all.

As soon as she rounded the corner, Aoi felt the impact of another student. The student was going so fast that she was knocked off her feet and onto her back. “Hey!” She yelped, and let out an oof as the other student toppled onto her.

"Me?!" Aoi demanded, looking up at the girl in outrage. "You’re the one who was going too fast! You’re lucky the hall monitor didn’t catch you." She sighed, pouting. "Although I should’ve been watching where I was going, too, I guess." She muttered out and apology, and gestured to the girl.

"Anyways, could you please get off of me?”

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Aya literally snarled at the girl beneath her. Her lips curled back like some sort of threatened wild animal, and for a moment she almost looked inhuman. However, she could not keep up her intimidating expression for long, and her mean look fell.

Her bottom lip quivered slightly and she looked away from the other student in an attempt to hide her quickly reddening face. She was pissed, sure, but she was much more flustered than anything. It wasn’t like her to be this clumsy, no matter how much of a rush she was in. She’d rather be skewered by a thousand spears then be in this situation right now.

'So much for avoiding social interaction.' She thought bitterly to herself. 

Aya only grunted at the girl when she asked her to get off. Begrudgingly, the blonde rose to her feet (definitely not because she was told to, of course). Aya offered no assistance to the other girl, instead crossing her arms and glaring down at her with a mix of a pout and a scowl on her face. She got a chance to look the girl over, and her frown deepened slightly. She looked ditsy, to say the least, but she was probably a nice girl. Besides, she had apologized even though Aya was the one totally at fault for the whole accident, so Aya relied on her quick assessment of the girl and decided to do the unthinkable.

She held out a helping hand the the brunette.

Aya couldn’t even bring herself to look at the girl when she did so, and she felt her cheeks heat up again. Whatever, this would be her one good deed of the week (more like  month) and after she helped up the girl she’d be on her merry way and hopefully never see her again. That was the plan at least.

[ocularhorrorshow]

What do you think I am, dumb or something? [OPEN]

[ocularhorrorshow]

Ooh goodness, if looks could kill… would this girl kill her? The stare was harsh, yes, but it was just a stare. Hardly the sort of thing Kioku could call glaring. No, that would probably come later. But that didn’t mean the stare itself wasn’t unnerving. One thing that Kioku had learned over years and years of film study was that if there was one thing villains of the screen shared it was just one minor characteristic – the audience rarely saw them blink. The audience was supposed to feel uneasy under the practically omniscient glare of the antagonist, and they were supposed to feel even a little bit frightened of them – something similar, perhaps, to what Kioku was feeling towards this girl now.

Forgiving? Well, that may have been so, but that probably wasn’t the right word. Rarely if ever did Kioku actually think a wrong towards her merited forgiveness, especially if someone hadn’t even tried to apologize or make up for it yet. But sometimes being angry was a chore – going out of her way to express anger at someone or avoid them enough to give them the cold shoulder wasn’t worth it most of the time. Sometimes? Yes, of course. Ask her aunt. But otherwise she mostly just forgave people because, to her, however they’d wronged her wasn’t worth putting effort into what normally just amounted to frustrated energy and no constructive way to use it. So normally she let things slide, and that probably meant she would forgive Shimakage as well – provided he didn’t just fire her. But even then, frustrated or not, there wasn’t a lot she could do.

“Well, that’s good.” She said. She thought. At least the phone didn’t hit the girl. As Aya introduced herself, Kioku couldn’t help but furrow her brow a bit in confusion. Super High School Level… Empath? Huh, alright. It wasn’t the weirdest talent she’d stumbled across in this school. What was an empath? Someone who could read emotions, right? Well, this girl must have been pretty good at that then. Everyone had some measure of empathy, she was sure of that, so how extreme was this girl’s? She couldn’t help but wonder.

But just asking something like that outright is rude.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kaneshiro.” She said, sticking her hand out towards the girl for her to shake. “If you’ll permit me to ask, is that why you came over here? Because you knew I was upset?” She paused a moment before letting out a light chuckle. “Or was it just because you wanted to return my phone?”

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Aya stared at Kioku's extended hand for a few seconds before reluctantly taking it into her own. She gave her a quick, firm handshake, then retracted her hand once more. She wasn't fond of being being touched, especially unexpectedly, but a handshake wasn't so bad. After all, she could control it, and thus prepare herself in advance. Besides, it would've been rude not to, and Aya was rude enough as it is. She was the queen of bad impressions, and she liked it that way. Others were such a bother.

Aya huffed slightly at the question, musing if she should even dignify it with an answer. "First off, I could hear you screaming from a mile away," she scoffed, averting her gaze from the other. "Actually, I felt it first. What you were feeling I mean." Aya's frown intensified, and her voice grew cold. She hated talking about her talent, it took too much explaining. It wasn't the kind of thing others could really grasped, not unless they could experience it for themselves. "I could feel exactly what you felt, maybe even more intensely. Anger, frustration, that kind of sinking helpless feeling in your gut that you get when no one's listening to what you say no matter how hard to scream." Gold orbs flitted back to stare straight into Kioku's eyes. "All of it. I felt everything."

"The phone thing, it just happened to land near me." She shrugged, "Don't go thinking I went out of my way for you or something." Her words were harsh, but they didn't hold the icy tone she'd had before. "You should really be less careless," Aya chastised the other with a slight scowl on her face. If that phone had hit her... well it wouldn't have been a pretty sight.

"So, what was that conversation on the phone about anyway? It got you pretty riled up from what I could tell." She tried her best to pretty up her voice so as not to sound threatening, but the attempt was halfhearted at best. "I only heard bits and pieces." Even only hearing the parts she did hear, the blonde had a pretty good idea what was going on using context clues. Still, it'd be nice to have a conformation that her suspicions were correct.

[shslacrobatmarisa]

Confusion Upon Arrival. [[Open Roleplay Starter]]

[shslacrobatmarisa]

Covering her mouth with one hand to stifle a giggle, Marisa smiled, keeping her eyes locked on Aya’s back with an intent expression. 

"I piss you off? …How forward. Ah well, it can’t really be helped, I suppose. The matter at hand is how it is, but I will refuse to drop this persona, Kaneshiro-sama. I have a feeling you can tolerate this better than that other me. Anyway, it’s not like these people are the real me. I don’t even know who I am anymore."

With another giggle, the girl folded her arms. “But let’s not bore you with a tragic backstory or annoying hints. That’s far too annoying, no?”

Matching her steps with Aya’s, Marisa simply hummed quietly as they walked, rather grateful that she was taking time out of her day to show such a pathetic girl around. How kind of her. She musn’t be as awful as her exterior suggests.

"I think you’re rather charming." The redhead muttered, tapping her lower lip with a dainty forefinger. "Mm…A nice person. Though, I won’t bother you with trivial things like friendship. No doubt you’d hate that sort of thing, at least with me—Ah? Upstairs? Ok, let’s go."

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"Do what you want then," she sneered, slightly offput at Marisa' laughter and her strange words. Not knowing who she was? What a freak, though in a way Aya connected to it. She had trouble understanding her own emotions, so it was like she was disconnected from a part of herself. In that sense, they were the same, but still they were different.

Aya's turned back to her companion. Her face flushed slightly at Marisa's words, as she was unused to getting complimented. "Don't say such weird things," she huffed, gold eyes flitting away from the redhead. Charming? That sounded like something only her dad would call her. Nice? She treated everyone like dirt underneath her boots, Marisa included, and she still thinks of her so highly? Marisa only got stranger and stranger, but Aya didn't quite mind. Her compliment was refreshing at least, no one else at this school seemed to appreciate Aya.

The blonde led them through the atrium to the dorm hall. "That one's my room," she pointed out as they passed her dorm: room number 111. She wasn't sure why she said it, now the girl could come and pester her whenever she'd like, but the words had just been blurted out of her mouth.

They reached the end of the hall, where a staircase was located, and Aya started up them without pause. She gripped the banister to secure herself, just in case. The two made it up the stairs without any problems, and Aya kept lookout for the redhead's room.

"210...209... 208." Aya stopped in front of the door. "Here. You have a key or something, right?"

[shslacrobatmarisa]

Confusion Upon Arrival. [[Open Roleplay Starter]]

[shslacrobatmarisa]

At Aya’s words, Marisa simply gave a smile. It seemed warm enough and not a bad intention could be read upon her features.

Don’t act like that? That’s really a stupid request, isn’t it? Surely she likes this version better than the last…

"But I’m sure that my last set of personality traits displeased you, Kaneshiro-sama. This set must be at least a little more appealing. Either way, you must be dying to get rid of somebody like me, so let’s get it over with."

She never really considered how she managed to change her personas so quickly, the girl just figured she did it to adapt. Why else would she? In the world she lived in, this was a needed adaptation. And she wasn’t about to drop it now she was in high school. Wasn’t this kind of place worse? She needed to be strong, after all.

Though when her acquaintance began walking, Marisa put her hands behind her back and walked behind her a good few steps, looking around as she went. He ballet flats were silent against the floor, so much so, in the past she’d scared someone into thinking she was a ghost thanks to her silent movement.

Though, in the back of her mind, the redhead felt some form of admiration budding for Aya Kaneshiro. She seemed like a strong person, and very down to Earth. If only Marisa wasn’t how she was. Perhaps they could’ve been friends.

"Thank you for escorting me…" She began with a small hum, contemplating about asking where Aya’s dorm was. "Ah..? Oh! My dorm room is uh.." She squinted, remembering back to her Student ID. "Right. It’s Room 208."

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Aya didn't know what to say to this girl. She changed her whole disposition just to please her? Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to resent that. Still, if she was able to change her whole character so quickly, Aya wasn't sure her talent would be able to keep up with it. Even  she could be fooled if the mask put up was realistic enough.

"Yeah, well, you'll piss me off either way so you might as well be yourself." Aya retorted, puffing out her cheeks a bit in annoyance. Though her words sounded harsh, as everything she said did, she meant them in the nicest of ways (though she'd never admit that).

As the pair were walking, Aya had to stop herself from turning back to check if the redhead was still there. She was so quiet, like a ghost. If not for Aya's uncanny empathic ability, she'd have no idea the girl was even there, and even with it it was hard to tell. This girl, she was something different.

"It's whatever," she brushed off Marisa's gratitude, not wanting her to know Aya was going out of the way for her. It wasn't something she'd normally do, and she sure didn't want the reputation of being a do-gooder. People might start to think she was approachable, and she couldn't have that. "Oh, upstairs then." The blonde had never bothered to check out the upstairs dorms as hers was on the first floor, but she knew where the stairs were so it shouldn't be much of a problem as long as the numbering was the same.

Aya waited for Marisa to draw closer to her before turning back and heading towards the dorm hall once more. Aya wasn't one for conversation, so she made no move to initiate small talk. Instead, her thoughts drifted to this Marisa Megumi. She just didn't understand her, or her strange adaptation. At first she'd thought she was just some dumb lost little new girl, but there seemed to be more to the acrobat that what met the eye. Though she'd never say it aloud, Aya almost found the girl tolerable, which was virtually unheard of. Maybe it was just the curiosity that drew her to her, but still, she didn't feel quite as annoyed with her as she'd expect to. Marisa Megumi, she was an enigma.

[shslacrobatmarisa]

Confusion Upon Arrival. [[Open Roleplay Starter]]

[shslacrobatmarisa]

Marisa cringed at the other girl’s slight change in expression, almost immediately resolving to change her talking style and adapt a more confident attitude. Perhaps she could try to act like she does in her shows? Either way, Aya was of no threat to her, so why was she acting so meek? Rather idiotic of her.

Though years of discipline and training said otherwise.

"I’m glad to meet you, Kaneshiro-sama." Her voice was smoother now with no cracks nor stutterings, and she bowed with a small smile. It was rather ehausting to act this way, but perhaps she wouldn’t make an enemy of her now.

"Need..?" After straightening up, Marisa tilted her head to the side a little before straightening her neck in realisation. "Oh..! I need some directions and possibly an escort to my dorm. I was…told there’d be somebody here…but I guess not."

'Why would anybody come here for me, anyway? ..I'm not all that great. Rather pitiful really..' She added silently, yet kept her smile. She was rather decent with hiding emotion.

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Aya raised an eyebrow at the girl's sudden change in composure. Such an abrupt change from a sputtering nervous wreck to someone so calm and composed would catch anyone's attention. She liked this version of the girl, Megumi, better, but it seemed so strange, so forced.

"Hm, don't strain yourself trying to act like that." Aya remarked with a frown. The mask was convincing, but the blonde could still tell it was an act. Nobody could transform their whole persona that quickly, no one could calm down that fast, especially not in the presence of Aya.

Aya tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the girl to spit out whatever it was she needed so they could get on with it. The sooner they got started, the sooner they'd be done, and this girl would be out of her hair for good.

"Hm," Aya tilted her head slightly, pondering if she should just give the girl directions and send her on her way alone, or actually escort her there herself. To her displeasure, the blonde chose the latter. She couldn't just have this newbie wandering around the school like a lost little puppy, could she? Even Aya wasn't completely heartless. "Okay, I'll show you there." She gestured for Marisa to follow before she pivoted on her heels and sauntered back the way she came, her heeled boots clicking on the linoleum floor beneath her. Aya made no attempt to wait for the redhead to catch up, figuring it was her own damn fault if she couldn't keep up.

This girl, she was so... insecure. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, Aya could still feel the fear emulating from her. It almost made her feel sorry for her, and Aya was not one for pity. If that girl kept going on through life like that, she'd be eaten up and spit back out.

Aya paused to turn back to the girl, and gave a sort of attempt at a smile, just to try to calm Marisa down a bit. "Right, so, what's your dorm number?"

[ocularhorrorshow]

What do you think I am, dumb or something? [OPEN]

[ocularhorrorshow]

Studio Ghibli. The Nikkatsu Corporation. Toei Company. Toho. She’d always been drawn to Kindai Eiga Kyokai. Million Film if she was desperate. She’d interacted with almost all of them before, so maybe there was a chance that one of them would be willing to hire her. And why not? She did decent work. Her one feature-length film sold out theaters for twice as long as the summer blockbusters upon release, never mind the music videos and various other dabblings in television and local stations. She rattled off the list to herself as she shifted her weight back and forth, from one foot to the other, in an attempt to calm herself down. It would be okay. Being let go from Kadokawa wouldn’t be the end of the world – it certainly wasn’t because of the work she did, after all. She would be fine. She’d be able to find work and continue making movies – by herself if not with a major studio. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the know-how, and the ability to manage a budget. She’d be fine.

Her internal mantra was cut short, however, when she heard another voice. Koku glanced up, green eyes meeting gold as this girl offered the filmmaker her phone back. Her left eye closed as her right shot back and forth, between the girl’s face, her own phone, and back again. Letting out a short hum, Kioku reached out and gingerly took her phone from the stranger. “Th-thanks.” Kioku flipper her phone over, checking for damage – self-inflicted, of course. She knew this girl more than likely hadn’t done anything. Once the cursory scan was done with, however, she felt her phone vibrate. Flipping it over once more she checked to see what the screen had for her. It was a text. From Shimakage.

She clicked her screen off and slipped the phone into her pocket. He could wait.

“Um…” She pressed the pads of her fingers together, a little unsure of what to say. “I’m sorry for shouting – if I startled you or anything.” Kioku bit the inside of her cheek as she briefly retreated back into her thoughts. “And-and I hope I didn’t startle you, or hit you with my phone. I’m sorry for that too, if I did. But, uh…” She took a deep breath. “But thank you for bringing my phone back.”

What else was there to say? It seemed rude to just leave. Besides, she didn’t know this girl at all. Perhaps an introduction was in order.

“I’m Kioku Higa.” She said, her tone a bit more sure now. “Super High School Level Filmmaker. Who might you be?”

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Could this girl be any slower at taking her phone back? Aya resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but she frowned slightly and continued to stare harshly at the girl before her. This was why she didn't do nice things for people; everyone was so annoying and slow! It was exhausting dealing with other people, the blonde much rather be alone.

Aya only hummed in reply and watched as the girl inspected her phone for damage with vague interest. She heard the phone vibrate and when she read the name of the person the blonde tensed slightly. She'd told him to leave her alone, and he still chose to contact her? That fucker was lucky she didn't know who he was, because she was poised and ready to kill at this point. Her hatred of the man she'd never met was irrational, but all of Kioku's frustration and anger had built up and intensified in Aya, and she was not as forgiving as this girl probably was.

At the sound of the flustered girl stuttering out an apology, Aya turned her gaze back to her and hummed again to indicate she heard her. "Huh? Don't worry about it, it takes more than that to startle me," she scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. The girl continued to sputter out words, and the repetitiveness of it all got annoying far too quickly. Wow, she got it. She was sorry. Okay, stop get so choked up over nothing.

There was a pause, and Aya was just about to turn to leave, but then the girl introduced herself. At least she sounded more confident, as she seemed more composed than before. Aya thought about turning around and leaving anyway, but she figured she'd stay around for a bit. Just to see if that Shimakage bothered this girl, Kioku, anymore.

"Aya Kaneshiro," she responded curtly. She hesitated before revealing her talent, as it was more trouble than it was worth. "Super High School Level Empath."

[shslacrobatmarisa]

Confusion Upon Arrival. [[Open Roleplay Starter]]

[shslacrobatmarisa]

At the sound of a rather lovely voice, Marisa let out an audible squeak, feeling some sort of form of fear run through her. Of course, this person seemed kind enough, despite only hearing her words so far. Drawing in another intake of breath, the redheaded girl turned around to face her conversational partner.

"U-u-um..I..I’m new, yes. It’s..nice to meet you..!"

Her voice was quiet, and cracked when she began speaking, a due sign she was abnormally quiet. She never really held many conversations with anybody. Not even her parents, to tell the truth.

With an attempt to focus on calming down her breathing, Marisa finally succeeded, though she never did stop worrying about this girl’s opinion of her. Noting she hadn’t exactly given an introduction, she made haste to create one.

"My n-name…is Marisa Megumi…B-but you can call me wh-whatever you like! I d-don’t…mind.." She looked at the ground,nervous that she’d messed this up already. "I’m the S-Super High School Level Acrobat.."

[emotionless-empath-blog]

Aya raised an eyebrow at the sound of the girl's voice. She sure was a coward, stuttering away like that, or maybe Aya was just intimidating? Either way, she didn't care, but if the girl kept talking like that she'd get annoying pretty quick. 

The blonde only hummed in response to the redhead's words, not dignifying them with a response. Instead, she looked the girl up and down, inspecting her. She needed to learn to pull up her shirt, but other than that she was pretty decent-looking. A tinge of jealousy made her face go sour (or rather, more sour since she was already frowning).

At the girl's introduction, Aya had to lean in closer just to hear her meek voice. What was her name? Marisa? Marina? Something like that. This girl needed to learn to speak up, straining to catch her words was going to get old fast!

"Right. Megumi, then." The blonde managed to catch her last name at least. There was a pause before Aya decided to go ahead and introduce herself as well. "I'm Aya Kaneshiro. Super High School Level Empath." She crossed her arms and grimaced. "So, let's get this over with. What do you need?" Directions probably. She'd send her on her way as soon as possible, then spend the rest of her day in sweet solitude.

[emotionless-empath-blog]

Seeking Silence [shsljournalistyokubo]

[shsljournalistyokubo]

Quiet. Quiet is all Yobuko needed, with two essays, a science project and a newspaper article all for tomorrow she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She sighed and stood up from her dorm room’s desk. It was obvious that quiet wasn’t something easily found at this school being able to hear many groups of students being unintentionally loud which obviously didn’t help Yobuko’s mood. She paced around her room and quickly decided to go outside and find somewhere to work, grabbing her schoolwork and pencils, stuffing them into her bag and walking out after muttering a few choice words at the pupils talking outside her window.

Walking along Hope’s peak’s campus Yobuko couldn’t help but overhear the stupid things her classmates were worrying about, Dates gone awry and fallouts with friends, instead of worrying about tests and homework! She shook her head as she walked further away from the main building and luckily she found just what she was looking for, a small table that was out of the way, small and most of all QUIET.

She quickly got straight to work quickly finishing one of her essays before looking up and spotting a blonde haired girl walking towards her table. Great someone coming to destroy her peace, that’s all she needed. She tried her best to act as if she wanted company but it was painfully easy to see she didn’t.

She glared at the girl as she sat down, “Nice to meet you too,” Yobuko muttered bluntly “don’t act so high and mighty,” she sat back down to her work, quickly noticing she was in one of her classes but decided against telling her, quickly mumbling a quick “I mean really can anyone have such a stupid hairstyle…” she muttered looking at the blondes long, messy hair.

[emotionless-empath-blog]

At the brunette's words, Aya's face twisted into an ugly scowl. Her face flushed in anger, and she had to resist the urge to hit the girl. "Excuse me?!" she practically growled, her hands gripping into the wooden table to restrain herself. The anger was evident in her actions, but Aya felt almost numb. It was a strange feeling, the absence of emotion. She only ever felt other people's emotions, and never her own. For this reason she had trouble controlling her own feelings, which were disjointed from the rest of her body and mind.

"You're one to talk," the blonde spat back in response, her teeth clenched angrily. "You're the plainest person I've seen in the entire academy!" Her golden eyes flitted over the other's appearance. Plain clothes, plain hair, plain personality, probable plain talent too. Really, the academy let in some pretty stupid-looking people, but to let in such obviously boring students too? Aya couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand her. She couldn't stand anyone at this godforsaken academy!

After calming down a bit, Aya glared icily at the girl before her before opening her binder and starting on her homework. She wasn't moving from this spot no matter how despicable the company was. After all, Aya never backed down from a challenge.

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Project: Disaster! [idolsayakamaizono]

This class is soooo boringgg, Aya complained in her thoughts, watching the clock as time ticked by slowly. English class was easy enough for her, as her mother had taught her fluent English when she was younger. Even though she only partially retained the language, and writing in English proved difficult for her, she still held a greater understanding of the language as compared to the rest of the class.

Aya shifted in her seat, and began rhythmically tapping her fingers on her desk rather than listen to her teacher drone on about grammar rules she already knew. Distracted by her own thoughts, Aya failed to hear her teacher explaining a project they were assigned.

"Kaneshiro," Aya snapped back into reality at the sound of her name. "You'll be working with Maizono."

Maizono? Who the fuck was Maizo – Oh! That overrated pop princess!

Aya frowned at the thought of working with the idol; she was probably airheaded and expected to get by on only her looks. Despite this, Aya decided to try not to be too unpleasant, after all they were stuck together.

The blonde glanced over at Sayaka before glancing back down to her desk, where a sheet of paper explaining the project had been placed when she wasn't paying attention. Aya read over it slowly, and her frown deepened. The two were expected to make a short creative film outside of class, using one of the unit topics they'd learned in class this year. The video only had to be 5 to 10 minutes, but it wasn't as easy as it sounded for non-native speakers. Aya was already dreading this project, and the thought of working with a blue-haired bimbo only made it worse.

After the teacher was done assigning partners and answering questions, Aya made her way to Sayaka's desk and tried not to frown. "Yo," she greeted casually. "Looks like we're partners."

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Seeking Silence [shsljournalistyokubo]

Because of her general dislike of people and social interaction, Aya quickly had learned how to avoid people as efficiently as possible at Hope's Peak. When she went for a jog, she knew just when to go to evade encountering anyone. She found the least crowded route to her classes, and she even knew which classrooms were unused so she could ensure that she could be alone when she didn't feel like travelling back to her dorm.

Today, feeling a bit stir crazy from cooping herself up in her room all the time, Aya had decided to do her homework outside. Earlier in the year, she'd found herself a nice table behind the school where no one ever went because it was a bit out of the way, and she made it her spot to enjoy the outdoors every once in a while.

As she sauntered over to her destination, books and binder in arm, she stopped short and scowled once the table came into view. There was someone there. Aya quickened her pace, refusing to abandon her plans because somebody didn't know their place.

When she arrived at the table, Aya slammed her books down hard and sat down across from the student, an unfamiliar girl. "Yo," she greeted, but her tone sounded threatening. "I'm gonna do some homework. Try not to bother me, okay?"

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Confusion Upon Arrival. [[Open Roleplay Starter]]

Marisa Megumi stood in the entrance hall, her student ID gripped between her pale fingers. She looked as if she might cry, almost shaking from nerves.

Be strong, Marisa! You have to do this.

It was difficult. She couldn’t ask anybody for help. Not right now. It’s not like she could speak unless she was spoken to herself, anyway. 

Desperately looking around, she so hoped somebody would come and ask her what was wrong, if she was okay and needed any help. She needed help. This school was too large. She squeezed her teary eyes shut and took deep breaths. 

Don’t let this school year be horrible…Please…

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As Aya approached the entrance hall, the unfamiliar feeling of butterflies in her stomach appeared suddenly, without warning. Caught off guard, her legs wobbled a bit as the sudden sense of nervousness hit her like a bullet, and she stumbled slightly, her whole body shaking. After taking a breath, Aya composed herself and continued her walk, but as she neared the hall the uneasy feeling intensified. 

The blonde neared closer, and saw a girl standing awkwardly in the middle of the hall, scared stiff like a deer in headlights. Aya sighed and glanced around. No one else was around to help her, and even someone as coldhearted as Aya couldn't leave the shaken girl like that, not when  the desperation twisted in her own gut as the other must've felt as well.

Cautiously, Aya drew closer before finally calling out to her, "Oi, you new or something?" She stopped a few yards away from her and crossed her arms, an unhappy frown plastered on her own face. This wasn't any of her business, she shouldn't be wasting her time. Still, this girl was practically hyperventilating! "Hey, calm down," as much as she tried to pretty up her voice, Aya's words still sounded a bit harsh. She spoke softer this time, her voice cracking with the emotions they both shared. "Don't worry, I'll help you out." As long as you don't get on my nerves, she added silently.

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What do you think I am, dumb or something? [OPEN]

“No!”

“….”

“I am telling you, I can’t help that!”

“…”

“For the last goddamn time, no! I have sent you at least thirty scripts and referred you to five different people – I’ve worked with you for the better part of a decade! Don’t you trust me?”

Being a Super High School Level anything was difficult in and of itself – when one had a job on top of that then the pressure was on. It really wouldn’t have surprised Kioku to learn she wasn’t the only one who was pulling out her hair and grinding her teeth at night sometimes. But, speaking personally, this week had really taken the cake: the studio she worked for had started demanding even more than she felt she was able to provide, even calling her in the middle of class sometimes asking her to hop a train and do some camera work. They had her schedule! They knew where she was! And it wasn’t like she could just up and leave whenever she wanted – she didn’t want to get in trouble.

“I can’t help you.” She hissed into the phone, turning on her heel for the umpteenth time to continue pacing behind the school. “I’ve got classes and my own work to do. You’re asking me to drop everything I’ve got going on just so I can come and shoot something – I’m not the only one who knows how to work a camera, Shimakage. Hell, I bet you could do it if you found a good tripod!”

“…”

“As if I don’t know that! But, in case this hasn’t occurred to you, being enrolled here kind of requires me to attend classes and get my homework done. I know it’s been ages since you were in high school—”

“…”

“You are sixty-five.”

“…”

“I don’t care! I can’t care! I’m doing everything I can to appease you and I still can’t get you off my fucking back! Can’t you be reasonable about this?”

“…!!!”

“THEN FIND SOMEONE ELSE!”

With all the might one could muster from practically non-existent muscles Kioku hurled her phone as far as she could, managing far beyond her normal measure of luck to land it in a relatively soft patch of grass. Frustrated tears stinging the backs of her eyes she put her hands to her face, cupping them over her nose and mouth in an attempt to force her breathing to slow.

This was far from her most unreasonable request. She was just one employee – one small, underage employee who had yet to complete her schooling – and asking not to have to work 24/7 while in school was far from the most ridiculous thing an employee had requested from Kohei Shimakage. On one hand, that was no reason to fire someone. On the other hand, Kioku had just basically asked to be fired. Back on the first hand, this confrontation had been a long time coming. She’d spoken with the headmaster about it and he’d said she had no reason to worry; even if she was fired from Kadokawa Pictures, she was still a Super High School Level Filmmaker, so she would still be able to attend Hope’s Peak. Besides, he had no doubts she’d be able to quickly find work elsewhere. All the same, though, she could feel herself shake. Out of nervousness or rage, she wasn’t sure. The only thing she knew at the moment was that she had to find her phone.

She hadn’t actually hung up.

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Frustration. Anger. Dismay. The emotions rose up in her gut suddenly, and Aya had to bite her lip to resist the urge to scream. She sensed the feelings before she heard the yelling, and Aya was drawn to the sound. She was one to mind her own business, but it was hard to do so when she felt the secondhand exasperation twisting in her stomach. Her face was hot, her palms were sweating slightly, all the signs of being upset were there, and yet they were not her own. As she drew closer to the source of the noise, and underlying feeling bubbled up over the other emotions. Helplessness.

Quietly, Aya observed the girl from afar, trying to get a feel for the situation. Though she couldn't hear the other end of the argument, Aya easily pieced together the circumstances, after all it was her specialty. This girl's boss was being unreasonable, demanding her to go to ditch school and work instead. Despite the desperate, terrible emotions twisting in her stomach, Aya forced herself not to make any move to try to intervene. It wasn't her place, and why should she help anyway? It was none of her business. If the girl couldn't stand up to her boss, than it was her own damn fault, right?

All of a sudden, the emotions intensified as the girl screamed lightly and chucked her phone, which landed helplessly in a patch of grass a few yards away from her. Without thinking, the blonde sauntered over to the location of the phone and picked it up, reading the contact on the screen: Kohei Shimakage. She frowned at the name; he sounded like a little bitch. Casually, Aya held the phone up to her ear to see if he was still there. He was. The sound of his voice made the girl scowl, and her stomach turned. She hated this man, she loathed him already. She couldn't help it, after feeling just how the other had felt: hopeless, frustrated, upset.

"Oi," she hissed into the speaker, her voice dark. "Leave this girl the fuck alone. She's not coming in today, so stop being so unreasonable. If you call again, I swear I'll break your skull open." And with that, Aya hung up the phone, not bothering to listen to his futile reply. She'd probably just lost this girl her job, but it's not like that was her problem.

Aya strided over to the stranger and held out the phone to her. "He hung up," she lied, staring at the girl coldly, and studying her face. Her eyes were a bit red; had this fucker made her cry? Maybe she'd been too easy on him.

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((A not so quick drawing of Aya to practice my digital art. It's transparent, btw, and it looks a lot better if you full view it.))

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Aya Kaneshiro - Super High School Level Empath

((A small gift for you! I hope you don’t mind me drawing Aya, she is super pretty and I’ve been wanting to draw her for awhile now ehehe. Drew her in The Animation style rather then game style, I hope you don’t mind~))

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((Omg omg, I love it so much wow this looks so great, I'm so happy you have no idea. Thank you so so sooo much. This looks so amazing, especially her eyes and everything else too I mean I'm so happy. Just, thank you thank you thank you!!!))

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Unwanted Encounter [Open RP]

After class was usually a time of socializing for most students, but all Aya wanted was to make it back to her dorm room without any social interaction. These other students weren't worth her time, as "talented" as they might be. Really, what kind of talents were luck, or gamer, or hall monitor anyway? How were those specialties supposed to help you in the real world? It all seemed so silly to her, really. Maybe it was this kind of attitude that made people so wary of trying to befriend her. Maybe that was why she was so lonely.

Aya briskly strode through the halls of Hope's Peak, heels clicking on the hard floor and hips swaying with confidence. A vexed scowl on her otherwise pretty face warded off any who would dare approach the girl otherwise. School was so boring, all she wanted was to relax in her dorm room alone. She'd been lucky enough not to have been assigned a roommate, and she intended to enjoy that luxury while it lasted.

As fate would have it, Aya would not be able to make it to her room without socialization. As she sharply turned a corner, another student had been walking in the opposite direction, and the two collided. Aya, because of her speed, hit the other with such force that it knocked over the student, and brought Aya crashing down after them. To her discontent, she landed squarely on top of the other, straddling them.

"Hey, are you stupid?!" she accused in anger, her tone sharp and bitter. "Don't you watch where you're going?!"

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Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am