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i didn’t mean for this to be so lONG ,,,,

or to basically make it in aedus’ persepective??? oops i really hope he’s in-character cries omg

bUT I ALSO HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!!

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did you want to still continue our threads pako? i could repost them if you’d like u vu

kalikimaka

aaah i'm guessing my pm didn't go through gditumblr ;;;; but if you'd like to continue them we totally can! i mean i can probably still play march hare for your reim but idk about minako it's been like 394859 years since i've played that game so she's kind of really rusty bUT IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE WITH THEM I CAN TRY (I'M SORRY) -- ohh there's no need!! i'll just reply to them with the new account it's really nbd c:

uuu i'm gomen guys i moved over to einsatzs because i wanted to start fresh as a daisy but if you still want to continue an old thread let me know!! i'll happily continue any previous threads you'd like, np. c:

#!what: mun

mesdoram-deactivated20131030

:♥↗ trinity❞ __ @aqua.

Terra remembered the day that Ventus had shown the older Keyblade Wielders the passes that he’d won; he remembered it pretty clearly. They were passes to a place called Disney Town — one of the worlds that the brunette himself had visited, on his mission to defeat the Unversed. What he found there was not so much Unversed as it was someone entirely different. There had been preparations for a festival going on at that time .. and, to put it simply, someone was going around, “ruining” them. He’d helped out, of course — and they’d even given him some kind of award to commemorate it. Terra had kept the little award tucked away, and as he left, he promised to return in time to take part of the festival that they were working on.

Truthfully, he didn’t think he’d have actually done so. But Ven was adamant when he presented Terra and Aqua with the passes that he’d gotten, stating that “they had to spend time together, for once”. And it was true; since his and Aqua’s mission started, the three had barely seen each other. In addition to that, Ventus had, allegedly, left home to find them. No, actually, not “allegedly” — he had left home, otherwise the trio would not have been able to meet up the way that they had, when their separate paths intertwined.

.. It wasn’t just that he wanted them to spend time with him, though; in order for Ven to get into the park, he had to take “two adults” with him. He seemed disheartened when he read as much, and the two older Wielders could not help but laugh — especially since he’d considered the two of them his “adults”. And, after their laughter, Ven had shoved the passes onto the two of them, telling them that they would all “go together”, or else —

— And lo and behold, here they were.

The park-city was different than the brunette remembered it to be; it was probably because of the way it was decorated. The trio had found their way here in the midst of some celebration, it seemed — not the festival that Minnie had mentioned, but something else. Multi-colored lights were strung up all around them, wrapped around and going across the lamp-posts in the city square. All the game booths that were closed during Terra’s previous visit were now open; each one had a distinct, shining sign that advertised what kind of game it was, and what you could win from it. No-doubt the rest of the place was decorated just as splendidly.

The cobblestone square was filled with all the residents of the city — the trio would have stuck out like sore thumbs, had they stuck together. Ven ran off to find a game that he, apparently, loved; he’d said the name, but he’d said it so quickly that all Terra could get from it was “fruit ball”. Aqua, of course, had tried to follow Ven, who quickly reprimanded her for not doing something that she enjoyed; “You’ve gotta have fun too, Aqua! That’s why we’re here!”, he had called out to her as he ran off in his own direction. As for Terra, he wound up remaining in the city square, taking in the sights .. and thinking. It was nice, to have at least some time away from the hectic jobs that were pulling the three apart. It was nice ..

.. But it was also strange. And, for some reason he could not explain, it left him restless.

Catching sight of a blue-haired head amidst the crowd, the Keyblade Wielder shook the thoughts from his head and stood, making his way over to his friend by navigating through the large groups of people. Aqua had her back turned, her attention occupied by something else — and so she didn’t notice him approaching. All the better to surprise her, then; a small smirk crept to Terra’s lips as he came up from behind her, eyebrow quirked at whatever it was that she was doing as he looked over her shoulder.

“Enjoying yourself over here, Master Aqua?”

kalikimaka

Aqua too remembered the day Ventus pulled out the tickets to show the older Keyblade Wielders; she, however, remembered it far more as the first time she ever doubted herself. What Ventus said to her, and what she was ordered to do as Master; she wasn't sure if what she was doing was in the right. Uncertainty flooded her mind as she racked her head over the decisions she'd have to make, but she'd have to push it to the back of her mind for now. Disney Town was holding its annual Festival of Lights today, which she had promised to attend. On top of that, the youngest of the trio had insisted on spending more time together, claiming that the three hadn't seen each other enough since starting their respective missions — which Aqua couldn't deny.

Since they were kids, they promised to always been there for each other; they promised to become Keyblade Masters together, and to be the best Masters ever. But things were changing now. Aqua became a Keyblade Master without Terra, and the growing darkness in Terra was reason enough for concern. The magic wielder knew in her heart that Terra would never actually succumb to the darkness, but .. it was still worrisome. And as much as the girl tried to dismiss her restlessness, it was futile. But she couldn't let the other two see; she was here to have fun, as Ventus constantly reminded her.

Disney Town was just as she left it; the cobblestone streets were covered in confetti, the buildings radiated excitement, and the townsfolk exploded with joy every time they spoke. The square was bustling with people moving to and from attractions, one of which Aqua specifically remembered: Fruitball. The pesky Unversed had made a mess of the Plaza, and since no one else was willing, Aqua stepped up to the plate and defeated them to regain control of the area. It was irritatingly amusing, she had to admit -- despite knowing she had to search for both Terra and Ventus at the time, the magic wielder couldn't help but crack a competitive smile as she smacked down her opponents in the court. Maybe it was because it was the Unversed she was against, or maybe she just had a competitive streak thanks to her rivalry with the other two Keyblade Wielders. Either way, it was sort of .. nice. She needed a distraction -- some sort of break from her constant worrying.

But the worry grew stronger shortly afterward, and continued to grow no matter how much she tried to stop. She hated to admit it, but she really was like their second mother; the thoughts and concerns over the two boys consumed her day and night, from the littlest injury to the life-threatening errors. Even after Ventus had told her to enjoy herself, (it was true that she wasn't particularly in the mood for Fruitball, but at least by following Ventus she could keep an eye on him), Aqua found herself pondering these thoughts as she stared into nothingness. It must have seemed strange to see the blue-haired girl stare so intently into a building as she stood in the crowd, but despite the number of people present, no one stopped her or questioned her. At least, not yet.

With her guard lowered and her mind preoccupied, she had a smaller awareness of her surroundings. Still, a shiver ran down her spine as a second figure approached, trying to warn her of the impending (possible) danger. The closer he or she came, the stiffer the Keyblade Master felt; it was too early to summon her keyblade, but she had been prepared to fight or flee if necessary. Thinking about it, however, it seemed odd for the person to not have struck already. If it were an Unversed, they wouldn't have resorted to sneaking, but to direct confrontation. Her suspicions were proven the moment the other spoke, however. There was only one person she knew who would address her like that.

-- Terra.

She sighed, the tension immediately leaving her body. "Terra, you shouldn't scare people like that!" She spoke as she turned to face him. Well, she couldn't stay mad at him for long. After a playful punch to his shoulder, she smiled his way, lowering her hand to her side and bringing them together in the back. "And it's just Aqua. I don't need you to start calling me that too." A small chuckle escaped her lips as she lifted her head to let her gaze meet his. It was so strange. Just a moment ago, she felt full to the brim with worry -- but now that Terra was next to her, a little bit was lifted off her shoulder. Shifting her weight to her right hip, she smiled a little wider, before dismissing his little prank altogether. His question would have to wait, however -- she didn't want to bring up her worries, nor did she want to lie to him. Instead, she turned the question on himself. "What about you, Terra?" She laughed a little to herself, as she was reminded of Ventus's expression as he ran towards the courtyard. "I know Ventus is having enough fun for the three of us on his own."

#!how: inky #!who: aqua #!who: terra #OF COURSE IT'S ALRIGHT YO IT'S MORE THAN ALRIGHT #i'm gomen mine's not as good

red* velvet♚ __ » █ @dante

If there was one thing about the Kirijo heiress that stuck out (besides her exquisite wardrobe and striking beauty,) it was her aloofness. To hear that Mitsuru requested help from another business was inconceivable for the members of Shadow Operatives; not only was their line of work highly confidential, but, well, this was Mitsuru: she didn't exactly connect well with others. She may have been highly intelligent in terms of academia and problem-solving, but socially? -- not so much. However, the heiress didn't have much of a choice this time around. Shadow activity was on the rise, along with an unknown addition of what she concluded to be demons, which only served to increase her worries.

"This must be the allocated meeting point." Pushing her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head, Mitsuru took in every detail of the building in front of her. "Devil May Cry." It was an interesting name for a demon-hunting business; the Persona user had no idea what it could mean, but she figured it was of unimportance. What was more important was making sure this "demon hunter" was actually worthy of her resources. She could handle the Shadows, sure, but she had nothing on demons. The information center of the Operatives could only gather very little information on them; Yamagishi in particular could only gather the fact that they were not Shadows, and therefore all Personae would be rendered useless. Yet the team couldn't simply ignore the issue; even if they took care of the Shadows, the demons would soon attack anyway. The main purpose of the Shadow Operatives was to prevent such damage to civilians: even if it wasn't their normal enemy, they had to at least try.

The shop standing in front of her was nothing that she expected -- then again, what did she expect? Growing up with an abundance of wealth really did have its disadvantages; for one, she didn't have too much of an imagination. Devil May Cry appeared to be a normal brick building, with a few steps leading up to a set of double doors and a red neon sign on the awning declaring the shop's name. The two streetlights on the side shined with a dullness: the light unable to penetrate the dirt that covered the glass window. Clearly the area surrounding the place of business was not like her manor, or even Shadow Operative headquarters, for that matter. There was a quaintness to it, however, that reminded Mitsuru of the streets of London. It was peculiar, but the woman felt herself slightly drawn to the ruggedness of Devil May Cry. She felt as though there was something there -- something deep, that she couldn't place a finger on just yet.

But as the heiress continued to stare into the flickering sign, she began to second-guess herself. Was coming here the best option? Could she trust whoever it was who ran this shop? It may have felt like there was no other choice, but it was undoubtedly possible that another option could make itself known. Should she turn back now, while she has the chance? No -- she shouldn't think like this. She made her decision. Wavering from that now would only cause unnecessary complications. Besides, this was for the greater good. If they can't get the Shadow-Demon attack under control soon, well, the damage could be massive. The Shadow Operatives must prevent that from happening at all costs. That was the whole reason she started this division in the first place.

A small chuckle escaped her lips as she realized how foolish she had been to doubt herself. Newly resolved, she looked at the door in a new light. "I certainly won't get anywhere standing here."

With that said, she climbed the steps, opening the door as she awaited with uncertainty and partial excitement to see her what her new "business" partner had in store.

#!how: inky #!who: dante sparda #!who: mitsuru kirijo #wow im sorry it's kind of bad???

kalikimaka

█ !*offsides ✿ __ »「@haruna

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Haruna was startled out of her thoughts by Fudou’s voice. She peeked over, swallowing down the last mouthfuls of her food. “..Yea.” Walking over to a nearby table, she grabbed a spare napkin and wiped her hands clean, the young girl not having the courage to look him in the eye just yet.

“Coach Kudou agreed to not say anything about this to the rest of the team. Especially my brother. All that I really have to do is go to his office when he needs more questions answered. He said he will take care of everything.” As a manager, Haruna knew that keeping this information from them would be crucial. It would be wrong, but it needed to be done. What kind of sibling would she be if she distracted them from a match with news of her violent attack?

That wasn’t going to happen. She would make sure of it. She knew that most of the players in the team were suspicious already and it was frustrating. Haruna could see the wheels in Endou’s brain churning (albeit slowly), and Kidou’s face more blanker than usual, but she wouldn’t budge. Not until after their match, would she explain everything in detail.

Drinking the last bit of her milk, she crushed the small box in her hands and threw it towards the garbage can near her - Watching as it sailed and landed inside perfectly with a loud thunk. “I was a little afraid to tell him, actually but..” Trailing off, she shrugged her shoulders, her eyes now trailing towards Fudou’s direction. “It was more easier than I though it would be.” Fingers brushed away some messy bangs from her face, lips pursed in thought. “I really had no idea what coach Kudou was thinking about. His face was pretty blank.” Had he been angry? In Disbelief? Shocked that someone in his care had attacked and mugged like this?

Haruna could of sworn she saw his eyes darken, in what she assumed had been anger, but she really wasn’t sure. She was certain that she would never know. “When isn’t he ever, huh?” The manager tried to throw in a small joke, lips twitching into a soft smile. “The limp in my leg is gone now, sorta. It still hurts, but not as much as before!” Here she did a little leg wiggle for example, the tension in her relaxing away. “My body is sore as well, but I can deal with that.” The bruises on her skin were becoming more darker each day and it was terrifying to think if someone caught glimpses of them. She didn’t want questions to arise. That’s why she made sure to wear long sleeved shirts and pants, along with wearing a collar like decoration around her neck, to keep them out of sight, just until they faded away.

“Did coach call you away from practice? If he did I’m sorry!” She took a few hesitant steps closer to the other male, as she sent the other a small apologetic grin. “I know how serious you are about soccer.” What else was she supposed to talk about?

Maybe about that kiss you gave him last night..? A teasing voice whispered in her mind.

It was unavoidable that her cheeks turned a dark red and she fidgeted with her glasses, that were now clutched in her hands. “Uhm..about what happened the other night. You know, that kiss..?” She cleared her throat, sending the male a sheepish smile. “I’m not sure..what came over me. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

kalikimaka

It didn't matter whether she had the courage to look him in the eyes or not; Fudou didn't back down from anything or anyone. He continued to watch her, analyzing her movements as he did last night. At least she wasn't moving as awkwardly, he noticed, all the while shifting his body to lean more comfortably against the door frame. "Hn. You'd be stupid if you didn't." He remarked to her admittance, closing his eyes as he smugly smiled. He didn't particularly care whether or not she got offended by his words: if she did, oh well. Really, she should be thankful for him. He gift wrapped her the solution; she didn't even have to think about it. Granted, why he did it he wasn't as sure about, but all the other journalistic questions were easy to answer.

So, why did he do it? He didn't have much time to mull it over; before he could explore possibilities, the girl in front of him spoke again. This time, she sounded almost sad. It kind of infuriated him, actually, but .. he couldn't understand why. There were so many internal questions: about himself, about this feeling of frustration; but there was no time to explore any of them. He had other things to focus on, other things to worry about. Dammit, why did she have to intrude on him like this?! Things were so easy before! He didn't have to think about such trivial and useless questions! "Tch." Frowning, he huffed under his breath, still managing to listen to the girl speak as he pushed the rest of his anger to the back of his mind.

"Well, you got what you wanted, then. Congratulations." He knew what he was doing. Fudou knew that his words sounded crude, and would probably hurt her. This was what he chose to do; once she saw how selfish and unaligned he was, she'd leave him alone. It was for the best, he thought. After all, she shouldn't get any closer to him than she was now. Fudou didn't need support, and he certainly didn't need these excess emotions. Besides, she'd be better off aligning with the others. Fudou wasn't kind like the others were. He'd do whatever it takes to get to the top -- granted, he wouldn't resort to cheap tricks like Kageyama had, but realigning himself? Not a problem for him. Ideally, he'd like to climb the ranks by himself, but even Fudou knew that was impossible in this world. He could only gain power through others.

How and who he's been gaining power from, however, has been changing. Since being accepted into Inazuma Japan, Fudou evolved. After given a second chance by Endou, the mohawked boy realized the value of teamwork. The lion hunts in prides; and although Fudou was certainly full of pride, he wasn't so keen on the idea of teaming up -- until, that is, he was forced to. Team K, Demonio Strada, Kageyama Reiji: all names that contributed to his awakening. He was still hungry for power, yes, but at least now he knew the means to do it correctly: with friends. Endou and Kidou had given him a light in a world of darkness. He hated to admit it, but without them, he'd probably still be following Kageyama.

"Hn. I wouldn't worry about that. Coach knows what he's doing, and that's all the reassurance you need." Besides, he didn't dare to add, if it happens again, he'd personally show the thugs who they're dealing with. Of course, it wouldn't be for her -- fear spreads like wildfire: if he could instill fear into them, they'd know who's alpha. It was essentially killing two birds with one stone: the delinquents would leave her alone, and he'd gain power. Could it get any better than that?

As Haruna demonstrated her slow but definite recovery, Fudou observed carefully. He wasn't a medical expert, naturally, but he did pick up a few basic things here and there. After she finished, he pushed himself off the doorway, taking a few steps closer to her. "Just make sure you rest. And stay away from manager duties." It wasn't going to be easy for her, but it had to be done. "If the other two ask about it, just make up an excuse. But don't make it something stupid, for obvious reasons."

Obviously he called him away, otherwise he would still be on the field, he thought to himself. But he supposed he could humor her and play along while he was still excused from practice. "Yeah, he did." How serious he was? Everyone was serious about soccer on the team; Fudou was no exception. With a shrugged look, he averted his gaze. What was with this girl? Why was she apologizing? He didn't get her at all. "Whatever. I'm going back soon anyway." She really was a strange one. She was Kidou's sister, right? Even he seemed more easy to read than her -- maybe Fudou was just bad with the opposite sex.

When she mentioned last night, he couldn't help but contort his face in both embarrassment and frustration. He had tried so hard to forget that -- why did she have to bring it back up?! "Just forget it ever happened." He scoffed, refusing to look at her. "And don't ever tell someone else about it." The faintest of blushes could be seen on his cheeks, and his normally steady posture changed to that of discomfort and unease. He crossed his arms, bringing his attention to the playing field past the window -- anything to get his mind off last night.

Fudou was still just a kid, after all.

#!how: haru #!who: fudou akio #!who: otonashi haruna

♛*bromance↓ __ » @junpei

No way. The numbers blinked on and off on the screen, but she still couldn't believe her eyes. Her hands that clutched the controller shook: the sweat on her brow beaded and then fell, as she exhaled so deeply she wasn't sure she'd ever inhale again. Shock spread across her face as she continued to stare at the numbers. Junpei, 2348939. Minako, 2401283. There it was, plain as day. There was no mistake about it. A feeling of joy bubbled up in her throat -- her toes curled under her socks as she tried to hold it in but she couldn't help as it exploded out instead.

"Yes, I finally did it!"

Throwing her fist in the air, she laughed (rather loudly, much to her dismay.) At last, she beat Junpei's high score! Man, is he gonna be shocked; well, either that, or really pumped to now beat her score. Junpei and Minako were always rivaling over stupid little things: high scores, shadow counts, walking pace -- everything but grades. Minako knew it was hard for Junpei to study, so occasionally they'd ally for the night and cram some last minute information in. But when they weren't trying to one up each other, they were practically best friends. The two ran into a few rocky situations after she was appointed leader, and as guilty as Minako felt for taking the position away from him, she really wasn't to blame at all -- she knew that. That was all water under the bridge now, though, which she was very thankful for. Junpei was a great person; he was unbelievably kind, and although he sometimes said some, well, thoughtless things, anyone could tell he truly cared about his friends and wished to protect them. She couldn't ask for a better friend, or a better rival.

With a spring in her step, the leader ran out of the room, stopping first at Junpei's room to knock at his door. Nothing. No response. Akihiko passed by, stopping to give her a questioning look and ask what she was doing. When she asked if he knew where Junpei was, he only shrugged and apologized as he continued on his way to his own room. Minako stopped to think, where would he be? It was possible he went out for the day, but she figured it couldn't hurt to keep looking around the dorm and ask the others. Akihiko didn't know, so that left 5 others: Yukari, Mitsuru, Aigis, Ken, and Fuuka. Koromaru, too, if she brought Aigis to translate for her. Between the six of them, she was sure to find out where he went! This would be easy.

But as she soon found it, it wasn't so easy: Yukari and Mitsuru went out earlier in the day, and Fuuka had been working on Yukari's computer all morning. Ken wasn't sure either, and Aigis had been sent to the lab for a routine check-up. The brunette sighed, resting her chin on the palms of her hands as she sat in the lounge. There was only one option left -- Oh well! She gave it her all, and that's what counted. Smiling, she pulled out her phone, and decided to send Junpei a message:

i finally beat your score! ヾ（＠＾▽＾＠）ノ - Minako

There, that should do it. "And ... sent!" Now, it was a waiting game -- at least until he came in through that door, if he even left the house. For all Minako knew, he could still be sleeping soundly in his room!

#!how: wish #!who: minako arisato #!who: junpei iori #I'M SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY LATE WOW #I'M PROBABLY THE WORST KIND OF RP PARTNER

kalikimaka

██ ◟*birdcage __ ❜( @daryan )

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It was typical of a band like Garyuu Wave to have frequent contests and giveaways, especially when said band had a lead like Klavier Gavin. Despite the fame and popularity that the group had obtained seemingly overnight, he did not allow distance to grow between himself and the fans that loved him so — something that happened quite often when bands and singers became “too popular”. No, he had always found some way to keep them .. involved, in a sense, and these giveaways and contests were just one of the many ways that he’d suggested. But then, it was just like the blonde to do things of that nature — “glimmerous” as he was, he cared a lot about other people. Those who judged him merely by looking at the way he dressed and held himself probably had the wrong idea about him entirely.

So when things of that nature were organized, it was mostly on the blonde’s part; the other members of the band weren’t nearly involved with all the planning as he was. Least of all was the second guitar of the Wave, Daryan Crescend. It wasn’t that he just didn’t care entirely. It was just that he felt that there were more .. “important” things to be organizing and dealing with, rather than organizing things of that nature. The blonde would, of course, disagree, and that would be that. There was really no point in pursuing the subject any further, or in turning it into a full-scale argument; despite their friendship, Daryan and Klavier seemed to butt heads on quite a few subjects. This was one of many.

He could have easily tried to argue that one of those “more important” things was his other job — but that wouldn’t have gotten very far in the long run. In addition to being the second guitar to a band that blew up overnight, Daryan was a detective, working for the international division of the Criminal Affairs department. However, he wasn’t the only one within the band with such a background; in fact, all four of the members of the Wave had some background in which they worked with the law. And, where Daryan was a detective, Klavier was a criminal prosecutor. So, in some sense, their workloads were evenly matched. Not to mention, Klavier practically argued for a living and he was good at what he did. But that was besides the point —

The contest that was held this time around was one of those “radio call-in” kinds of things. There would be a question asked, and the first person to call the radio station and answer correctly would get a free ticket to Garyuu Wave’s next concert. As an added bonus, there’d be a backstage pass for the lucky winner, so they could meet whichever member of the band that came out to meet them; usually, that person turned out to be Klavier. As if the concert ticket wasn’t already enough reason for the fans to dial their phones frantically; that fact alone made the contest that much more hyped-up. The questions, however, were pretty difficult; today’s question was no different.

“Name one of the sister ships to the Titanic”.

Truth be told, the detective doubted there would be a winner this time around — or, actually, he doubted there would be someone who had been able to answer the question without having to look it up first. And if that was going to turn out to be the case, it’d take a while for the actual answer to surface and for a winner to come around. So by that logic, it only stood to reason that he was shocked when he’d heard it was one of the first few callers that had answered correctly, and won the prize that was so sought-after.

But then, who was he to question?

In any case, the concert in question went as planned the night that it was to be played; a week after the actual giveaway. A few of the groups’ more popular songs were performed, with an intermission of sorts in-between the two that were last and second-to-last. The concert hall was packed from wall to wall — though, that was how it was with every performance Garyuu Wave put on. The place of venue mattered about as much as the weather that day and the time the concert was to start; no matter what the conditions were, the throngs of people found their way in and (somehow) found a place to stand comfortably for the evening. And said “people” were almost all the same in every city — most of them female, most of them in the latter half of their teenage years. The crowds kind of blurred together, in that way. After all, all of the girls in the crowds wore the same excited grins, reacted the same way when the band took the stage, and they almost all had the same words written on their signs —

So when Daryan went backstage to meet the contest winner, she certainly caught his attention, in that she wasn’t what he was expecting at all. There were, of course, the usual kind of girls also waiting backstage; ones that had probably bought their passes online, or had some kind of connection to the band. They looked like they were going to burst with excitement (and then disappointment) when he walked past them and over to this other girl. A glance at the passes they wore around their necks told him that none of them were the person he was looking for. The ones that made the passes made the winners’ pass look a little different, so as to tell them apart — and “tell them apart” he did.

“You the one that won the radio contest?” He asks as he approaches Akane, though he doesn’t exactly need to. It’s for that purpose that he continues on without waiting for a response from the brunette. “The lead’s busy with a couple of other things, so he can’t be here. Fortunately for you — you get me in his place.”

kalikimaka

Gah, absolutely nothing was coming to mind! I mean, what was there to say besides "Oh, I liked your concert"? Talking about how deeply it inspired her might come across as weird or creepy, and if she were to comment on the spectacles, they'd just nod and smile and thank her; they already know how fabulous their shows are, they don't need to be told that again. Then there was the matter of why she was here, which she didn't even know herself. What made her want to come to this concert in the first place? Was it just to get away from the daily routine of welcoming her brother home just to have him leave again in an hour? Was it a subconscious decision to try and see if Jumpy or the others would be there? Was there no reason? Or was it --

Oh!

He took her completely by surprise; with her mind faltering between staying and going, she didn't even hear him speak, let alone realize he was approaching her. Fortunately for the second guitarist, Akane's processing speed worked quite well even on a subconscious level -- she managed to pick up on his words, but didn't really think her answer through. It just sort of kept spewing out, like a waterfall of words she couldn't control.

"O - oh, sorry, um. Yes, I won the contest, although. .." She paused, as the adrenalin coursing through her body over the sudden intrusion subsided. "I'm not really sure why I entered it to begin with." A small, nervous laugh escaped her lips as a smile began to grow. "I bet there're a ton of girls who'd like to be in my shoes right now, huh? To be honest, I don't really feel like I deserve it. I may have answered the question, but -- well, I don't even know any of your names. I've never heard of your music until tonight." Twiddling her fingers, the girl stopped herself from further embarrassment, avoiding the gaze of the others staring her down. Truthfully, Akane wasn't scared of them at all -- she's faced much more terrifying things than a handful of jealous fangirls. It was more of an act of deception than anything. Akane was clever; if they thought she was weak, it wasn't her problem. It'd be their fault if they assumed her to be incapable and misjudged her capability.

It was one of Akane's specialties; she wasn't proud of it, but since the end of the first Nonary Game, she's been able to do a lot more .. well, a lot more interesting things with her outward personality. She wasn't always so cynical; she could remember believing in Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny, and even the Tooth Fairy. She remembered how spiteful her brother was after the death of their parents, but how grateful she felt to all those people who helped them. But then the Nonary Game happened, and all the shit in the Kurashikis' lives hit the big fan in the sky. It became nauseating to look at people. It made her blood boil to see Cradle Pharmaceutical everywhere. She may have been Schrödinger's cat, but the box she waited in was one-way: it was dark, and the world was light. She could see everything laid out in front of her, but she couldn't touch it. Akane could only pray someone would be able to hear her voice -- and someone, at the very end, did: Jumpy. Her childhood friend -- or was he her sweetheart? Oh, she loved him, there was no question about that. What concerned her was if he loved her back; after all, what she did to those people was unforgivable. She wouldn't be surprised if they hated her.

But there was no point in reminiscing now; with a small sigh, she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, bringing her attention back to the man in front of her. Akane could actually feel the others staring her down, but she wouldn't let it faze her anymore. It was time to be honest for once; with others, and with herself. She looked up at the guitarist, smiled, and after a brief moment to collect her thoughts, she spoke.

"But I did want to thank you. This past year hasn't exactly been great for me and my brother, but .. well, this might sound a little, um, mushy, but I'm glad I came tonight. Your music is really commendable." Bringing her arms behind her back, she continued, averting her gaze to the floor. It was kind of embarrassing, but it had to be said. "It almost felt like all the worries I had were able to melt away for that little while; it was really nice, for lack of a better word." She paused, unsure of what else to say. "So, well, I just wanted to thank you for that." There, all laid on the table. Phew; it felt good to get that off her chest. Akane exhaled softly, averting her brown-eyed gaze back to the man in front of her, and smiled gently.

"I should be leaving soon; I don't want to keep you away from all your other fans." She didn't feel the need to tell him her name, or ask for his; she said what she wanted to say. That's what she came here for, and besides, Aoi would be expecting her back soon anyway. A part of her wanted to stay and learn more -- whatever she could gather on the band. Yet another part said it was time to go: that she embarrassed herself enough, that she didn't belong here amongst this crowd of screaming headaches. She had to go back to her lifestyle of hiding and atoning. She just wasn't like these girls around her -- no, she was much worse. After all, who would want to spend time with a murderer? Nobody did, except maybe her brother. Even then, that was a family tie: he was all she had left, and she was all he had left. It was a system of give and take in the Kurashiki household, in which Aoi gave and Akane took. That was the only way things worked smoothly.

"It was nice meeting you, though. I can see why your fans are so devoted."

#!how: inky #!who: daryan crescend #!who: akane kurashiki

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A Winter Vacation Break : [ closed - Suzuya&Ohana ]

It was time for winter vacation and it was dreadfully cold wasn’t it ? Well yes it was, which is why Suzuya was making sure everyone was dressed warmly for their little vacation that they were having for winter break. They had been talking about it all the time during the times they could during classes or their lunch breaks or when they went to the roof top. Kanata, Yoh, and Tsukiko were very much excited for it and ready to plan for it so Suzuya thought well, might as well join in and have fun with them all.

They all chipped in too to pay for everything, the place they wanted to pay for so that they could spend a week or so there. It wasn’t too bad trying to get enough money for it all, they were able to and now here they were, bundled up and ready to go in and have fun as they were saying. Suzuya though of course just merely stood along behind making sure no mischief was going to happen, basically being the parent of the whole group. And for some reason, he had a feeling it would probably be like this for the whole entire stay here.

” lets go in before we all freeze, hm ? “, he said with a slight smile. After everyone saying their yeses, they all went inside to where it was going to be a little more warmer and not so cold. As the other three began to talk to themselves looking all around the place checking it out, Suzuya thought this would probably be the best oppertunity to probably go and pay for the room they wanted. So quickly slipping away from the three, he just went toward the desk with a smile.

” Ah, hello. We’d just want one room for the four of us for a week “, he said with his smile still on his face as he started to grab out his wallet and grabbing out the money that he needed to hand over.

” And this looks like a very wonderful inn. I’m happy that we are able to stay here “, he said with a little cheerfulness.

Even if it might ended up with him being the parent for a week, well, he was sure this would be a lot of fun none the less.

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It seemed, once again, it was time for winter vacation for high school students; unfortunately for Ohana and her co-workers, such a thing didn't exist! Vacation, at a time like this? Grandma (or should she say Madam Mistress) would never allow it. The inn was slowly losing profit as it was -- it made absolutely no sense to close for the holiday season. So, with that settled in her head, she let out a great big sigh. She'd be stuck waitressing this week, no doubt, on top of cleaning duty and hosting too. It wasn't necessarily that she minded doing the work: actually, she almost enjoyed it. Ever since she came to live at Kissuisō, things have changed. In a way, she wished things could stay like this; that she could wake up on the top bunk at the break of dawn to clean the hallways, that she could spend time with the customers and learn so much about life, that she could laugh in the kitchen with Tohru and Minko, despite their serious natures. Kissuisō was her home now; and these people were her family. Things were finally looking up for her, and she couldn't be happier --

That is, she means to say, she's most happy after her work hours are done. "Ohana! Can you take care of the customers in the front? I'm swamped!"

"On it!"

Feet flopped over feet as she raced down the stairs, masterfully keeping her uniform in check and her flimsy shoes on, panting only slightly by the time she made it to the lobby. She was more than used to flying all around the inn -- on certain days, especially during the summer, it was even worse. She could handle it, she would tell herself, otherwise she probably would have broken down a long time ago. As she approached the backside of the front desk, she couldn't help but be a little surprised at what she saw: four high-school students, each seeming to be around her age. There was a girl with long, brown hair who seemed very kind. She was acting as the middleman between the other two boys: one with red hair, and the other with silver. The one with red hair seemed to be teasing the (much taller) silver-haired boy, as the girl laughed along with them. The three of them were towards the entrance of the inn, talking to each other (about what, Ohana couldn't really hear), but who really caught her attention was the one approaching her.

They were all so good-looking, it almost made Ohana embarrassed to be looking like this: her hair was a mess, no doubt, and her hands and wrists were covered in dirt from picking weeds not so long ago. Wiping her hands on the apron of her uniform, so she didn't trail dirt all over the desk, she decided to put the thoughts in the back of her mind. She had to be professional. C'mon, Ohana, smile! Fest it up! You can do this!

"Hi! Welcome to the Kissuisō!" As the boy told her the reservations, she marked it down carefully, nodding once or twice to show she was listening: one room, four guests (three boys, one girl), one week. Alright! See, this is easy! "Okay, you're almost done! I just need you to sign here, and pay this amount." She pointed to the price on the paper, after marking the place for him to sign. "Your room should be ready in about 5-10 minutes. Breakfast is served at 9am, lunch at 2pm, and dinner at 6pm. Oh, there's a brochure in your room that has all this information, so don't worry if it didn't click the first time!" Still smiling, a little forcibly at this point, she pulled out four keys from under the desk, placing them on top of the desk and pushing them towards him. "Here're your keys, and ..." One more look around the desk, she frantically tried to remember if there was anything else that needed to be said. "I think that's it." Not quite. "Oh! Hot spring hours are from 7am to 11pm. There's a separate bath for women and men, so there's no need to worry about that." With a nod, she reaffirmed to herself that that was indeed everything, before turning once more to the boy.

Wait. "Oh, wait. I .. never got any of your names. Sorry, I need them to complete the check-in process." Man, was she going to get an earful from Madam later. Normally she was pretty good at check-ins, despite it not being a part of her work at all. Ohana couldn't really tell what exactly it was about this group, but .. she felt drawn to them. Maybe it was jealousy, or maybe it was a longing to be one of them -- to not have to work, to be able to laugh around like that. Ohana had friends, sure, but they all worked here in Kissuisō, so they barely could hang out outside of school. It was a rather complicated feeling that Ohana just didn't have the time to figure out.

As he complimented the inn, she couldn't help but smile genuinely again. The Kissuisō was pretty great, wasn't it? Considering all the things the workers pulled off, (and some things, she swore, were miracles in themselves), they really do care about the inn, and the co-workers who run it. "Thank you. We're happy to have you all stay here too." Her smile widened a little more, before adding: "I hope you enjoy it here as much as I do!"

#!how: dendra #!who: suzuya tohzuki #!who: ohana matsumae

█ cradle !*«「@shinji

Fighting shadows at midnight became a near-daily activity for the members of SEES; despite only a couple of months passing, Minako and the other new recruits had adjusted fairly quickly to the dorm life and exploration of Tartarus. School by day, the members of SEES left their designated dorm late at night to complete their mission of ridding the world of Shadows and the Dark Hour. Tonight was no different -- Minako and the others brought their respective weapons, along with their evokers, and left for their school around 11:50pm. They had made it pretty far into the place; none of them knew exactly when the floors stopped, but still, they felt rather accomplished. There were still a few full-moon Shadows left, however, so their work was far from done.

Minako decided to bring Akihiko, Junpei and Shinjiro with her this time: Junpei, because he wouldn't stop asking her, Akihiko for his healing, and Shinjiro, well, because she wanted to learn his strengths and weaknesses firsthand. The four of them were doing quite well on this particular night, mowing down enemies and climbing up to new heights. She began to wonder if they could reach the end of the block, to collect the Old Document Elizabeth requested -- but for now, she had to focus on the battle in front of her.

There was only one shadow left.

"PERSONA!"

A sound like glass breaking echoed through the room as she pulled the trigger on her evoker. Lo and behold, Suzaku answered her calling and let out a silent roar: Agiliao. Flames engulfed the Shadow, swallowing it whole as it disappeared into blackish dust. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she brought her naginata down to her side and turned towards her comrades. Junpei was hurt, but nothing a little medical powder couldn't fix. As she handed him some, she turned to the rest of her teammates: Akihiko and Shinjiro.

It was an interesting scenario. Some people would probably look at the girl with respect, being the only female in the group, and the group's leader at that. Others, on the other hand, may not be so .. well, kind in their words, especially some of Akihiko's fans. Minako didn't care either way; all she cared about was keeping everyone safe, and completing their mission to destroy all shadows, once and for all. That was the responsibility she was bestowed with the moment she became the leader -- whether she liked it or not.

"Are you two okay?" She asked, beginning to feel the effects of the Dark Hour. Akihiko seemed fine; or at least from what she could see, he did. He was an interesting person -- he always put on a tough act, but she knew as well as any other that he was also human. He had strengths, and weaknesses; he had cried, and he had laughed. Minako wished she could get to know him better, but every time she approached him after school in the hallway, his "fangirls" glared at her so much it caused her to recoil and turn back. Some fearless leader she was.

Shinjiro, too, seemed alright. Having him recently rejoin SEES, Minako didn't know a lot about him, but something told her that despite his rugged appearance, he seemed like a very kind person. After helping the three of them (Minako, Junpei and Yukari) safely escape the back alley incident, Minako had seen the boy in a new light. She never thought of him as bad, per se, it was more of an unsure or cautious feeling. He was as mysterious as they come; he didn't say a word about his past or why he quit SEES to begin with -- but Minako knew better than to pry. She was just happy he was here now, lending them his strength -- and boy, what strength he had! The four of them had flew through the floors, but unfortunately it seemed only Minako was getting tired. It was no wonder why, she thought to herself: between leading the group these past few days and studying intensely for upcoming exams, andkeeping up-to-date on her club activities (mostly Student Council), she barely had time for sleep. She wondered if she should keep quiet and continue on, until someone else got tired or too injured. After all, everyone else seemed to be on a roll -- this could be great training for them, and if she just pushed herself a little more, they might reach the end of the block soon.

Akihiko replied to her earlier question with a nod and a small smirk, adjusting his gloves and mentioning something about continuing on, just as Junpei finished treating himself and gave the group a big grin to show he was ready again too. Minako turned to Shinjiro, waiting for a response from him before making the decision of whether they were done for the day or not.

"Aragaki-senpai?"

#!how: hasu #!who: minako arisato #!who: shinjiro aragaki #aaaa i hope this was sufficient!!!

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█ !*angels ♈__ » 「@dark

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So here is where he had landed, trees, bushes, unknown place he had never landed in before. How exciting was this ? Not really that great for Dark but he could make do with it, but, he just needed to find Wiz. Wiz had gone off somewhere and he had no idea where, nor did he even know where they were at. Which just made the situation worse. All of this mess just for a bloody necklace he had to steal, what a great mess this was.

A irritated look was placed on his face as he held the necklace in front of him staring at the pendant hanging off the chain, just a little blue orb with wings coming off of it. Yet it held a lot of power that needed to be sealed up most definitely. Putting it away safely in his pocket he then started to begin his search for Wiz. Digging into every bush he could see looking around up in trees too. But sadly no little white long eared … rabbit. If you could even call him that.

With another irritated sigh he kept moving forward through this forest. What was up with all the weird flowers and funny other looking plants he had no idea. He was just going to ignore it all, he just needed his companion and then he’d be on his way home. So really, he kept getting more and more irritated as he wandered about trying to find the thing.

“Wh - Who’s there?”

Oh ?

A voice ? A voice of a girl too no doubt, his ears never failed him, seemed like a scared voice too. Ahh, well he suppose it was time to ease a woman’s fear then. He then came out of the bushes with a apologetic smile upon his face holding a hand up.

” My apologies, didn’t mean to frighten you young lady “, he said sweetly.

But then of course he realized he couldn’t really stand about and flirt casually could he ? No, not at the moment anyway, which was a sad moment indeed as this girl was very cute and seemed like a very sweet young lady. But maybe … maybe she could have seen Wiz run by.

” By chance, have you seen about this size of a rabbit ” he said as he held his hands apart a little ” red eyes, and, long ears “, he said as he used his hands for long ears by his head to basically get the right length down.

Heck maybe this girl probably knew where he was too, because he sure as hell didn’t.

kalikimaka

Oh wow, what a smile on that man; it almost made Fluttershy want to run and hide oh my god why he is approaching me he's not a terrifying evil monster in disguise is he because if he is -- she didn't want to even think about that possibility. With each step the dark-haired man took towards her, Fluttershy took an equal amount of steps back, as though the 8 or so feet between them wasn't enough distance. It was obvious she was frightened; if her eyes didn't give it away, then her stance did. She didn't care how sweetly he spoke: incubui worked the same way, after all, and Fluttershy was not, she repeats, not a fool. She could see through his act from a mile away. No sir, Fluttershy was not about to fall victim to some stranger. Not even if he says he's looking for the cutest wutest most squishable little critter she's ever laid eyes on --

"A .. rabbit?"

Fluttershy had to pause to think; she's seen plenty of rabbits over the day, but from what the other described, she couldn't recall seeing one like that. Ignoring the rest of his advances, she grew curious of his pet. A red-eyed, long-eared rabbit around the size of a guinea pig, maybe a little bigger? "No, I'm sorry. .. I haven't seen any rabbit like that." Fluttershy continued bashfully, not daring to look him in the eyes but instead down at her feet. She had to admit, he was frightfully alluring. It almost felt like she was looking in the cockatrice's eyes all over again whenever she glimpsed into his. There was this certain something inside of those eyes that drew her in, but .. it was hard to put a finger on what that was. "Is he or she a friend of yours? Maybe they found their way to my cottage."

Wait. Back it up. He didn't mean to frighten her? That could mean he wasn't there to harm her. Now that she had a good look at him, he seemed like an outsider; she's never seen anyone like him in town. Who knows? He could be lost, which was why he was in these woods. Or if he's telling the truth, then he's just looking for his lost rabbit. If that's the case, then -- Oh no, he's in danger!

"Wait, um --" How can she word this without causing panic?! "Maybe .. maybe we should go to the cottage! Who knows, maybe you'll find your rabbit there. A - and besides, I don't mean to offend you or anything, but .. you seem a little lost. Everyone in town knows to not come into these woods, so -- I'm guessing you're not from around here. ..." She pushed her hair behind her ear as she continued, still avoiding his gaze. "Unless you are, and I just never met you before. That's possible too. ..."

Man, she was terrible at these kinds of things. Why couldn't Rarity or Pinkie Pie be here with her?! Fluttershy shuffled her feet, playing with her fingers nervously as she realized how much time she was wasting twisting her words around. It was better to come clean. "We should go. ... I - It'll get dark soon, and all kinds of dangerous monsters come out then. I know you must be worried about your friend, but .. --"

She trailed off, not exactly knowing what else to say to him. Fidgety, she waited for a response from the man in front of her.

#!how: dendra #!who: dark mousy #!who: fluttershy

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School Days [ closed : Yamamoto & Kobato ]

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” Ahhh … maybe we should just go back to the bus stop ” , she mumbled to herself tiredly as she continued to walk up the sidewalk. She’d rather just go back to the school and start from scratch from there but, given with her ditzyness, she probably couldn’t find it so, she would be stuck wandering around til she found something.

Just as Ioryogi was once again going to insult her and speak at her, but of course an unexpected person came in.

“Hey, is something wrong? I’d be happy to help you out!”

In that moment Ioryogi just went to looking like a normal blue dog doll in her bag and pretended that he was not alive at all. Kobato jolted right up straightening up her back and started fumbling around for her words.

” U-Um ! W-Well I — That is — “, words words words she needed to get the right words out and recover from her sudden shock.

” I-I am fine thank you ! “, there ! she finally got them out.

” I am sure I can find my way just fine ! but thank you very much ! “, was that too much of an obvious lie ? It probably was as Ioryogi was very much thinking so.

” b-but if someone were to want to go back to the bus station, which way would it be ? “, she said trying not to make it too obvious that she was lost. Maybe she could just lie and say it was for a friend that she had to message quickly on her phone. Maybe.

She wasn’t really good at coming up with fake stories but you know, at least she tried. But she certainly didn’t want to bother some random stranger she had just met for help that was for sure. It wouldn’t do at all ! She didn’t want to be a bother to anyone so she certainly just wouldn’t have it.

kalikimaka

"Huh? Sorry, didn't quite catch that."

The way she tripped over her words made it a little difficult for him to understand; she seemed pretty shy to him, but he didn't think she'd be this nervous. An awkward pause fell upon the two as the long-haired girl fumbled for words, and Yamamoto found himself shifting his weight to his hip in a subconscious attempt at lifting his boredom. One hand remained in his pocket, as the other hung down to his side. When she spoke again, he quickly straightened up, smiling a little in a reassuring matter. It was fairly obvious to anyone that she was lying, but he didn't pay it too much mind. She probably was just too shy to ask for directions! He hadn't seen her around town, so it was understandable that she'd be too uncomfortable asking someone or using a map. It was a good thing he was here, then!

But wait, why did she say it in such a third-person matter? Was that just a custom of her hometown, or .. oh! Could it be she actually isn't lost, but her friend is? Maybe she's not used to the town, so even though she knows where she's going, this girl's having a hard time describing the route from this park to the bus station to a friend! That's gotta be it! I mean, he thought, why would she lie to me? We just met, so there's not much of a reason to. Maybe she really is alright on her own, but she's just bad at explaining things to others! She was probably just embarrassed to admit something like that, making her nervous and wishy-washy with her answer. With a nod, Yamamoto assured himself he had to be right, and began to speak as his smile grew.

"Oh, I get it! You're trying to give directions to a friend, right? Hehe, well, it's a little lengthy, so why don't you write it down while I say it? That way you can't forget it!" He paused to make sure he actually did know a route, before waiting for a response from the girl. "If you don't have anything on you, you can use my notebook." As he spoke, he swung his backpack around to his right side, and pulled out a marble composition littered with scribbles and extra pages sticking out. He grinned from ear to ear, almost looking foolish. "I even have a pen somewhere, if you need."

#!how: dendra #!who: kobato hanato #!who: yamamoto takeshi #skdjfkf i'msorryit'skindofshort

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█ !*offsides ✿ __ »「@haruna

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Morning came way too quick for Haruna as well - Most of her dreams were plagued with Fudou and the kiss she gave him, and sometimes they would change and twist into different scenarios that made her far too flustered than she would like. Once she had showered, dressed into some clothes that would cover her bruises and brushed her hair clean from tangles, the young manager made her way out of her room and down the hallway. Her stomach was grumbling and she paused for a moment when she was near the entrance to the cafeteria, hesitation flickering on her face.

What was she so nervous about? Was it the thought of bumping into Fudou? She wasn’t sure if she could properly face him yet, not without blushing around him. No..I have to tell the coach Kudou about what happened..Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she straightened up and walked past the door. She could hear faint voices of her name being called out in a questioning and concerned tone, and it pained her that she had to ignore them. If she stopped now, she would most likely broken down again like last night.

Once she made it to the office that belonged to the coach, she knocked three times and waited. When her eyes locked with the adult’s, she let out a shaky sigh, lips twitching into a weak smile. “T-There’s something..I have to tell you, coach.”

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Haruna never considered telling coach Kudou would be that easy. She had been really stupid for beating herself over it and being unsure.

As she re-told her story and showed the bruises littering her body, his face had been impassive, so the teen had no idea of what he was thinking. After a nervous minute of silence, he replied with that calm voice of his, informing her that he would take care of everything, calling her only when it was needed for more information. She was thankful that her begging and pleading had led for him to keep this a secret from the rest of the team, as well as her brother. “Go and eat breakfast.” He had ordered softly, once her stomach rumbled loudly. Haruna wasn’t sure of how many times she had bowed and thanked him until tears filled in her eyes.

Closing the door behind her, Haruna wiped her face clean, giving a small sniffle as she walked down the hallway. Are they there..? Peeking her head inside the cafeteria, to her immense relief, they weren’t. Probably practicing outside..Relaxed with the knowledge that she wouldn’t be bothered until much later, she grabbed a banana from a small tray nearby and a carton of milk, too tired to really make herself something better to eat. Once peeled, she took a small bite, chewing thoughtfully as she made her way over to the window to peek through it, watching in silence.

kalikimaka

Breakfast came and went almost as fast as the rising sun did. Fudou didn't really need more than two helpings; he was still too used to conserving food and fasting from his days living in debt. Just having the choice of how much he wanted to eat made him feel strangely guilty and nauseous -- so he abstained from indulging like the others did. It was peculiar, but despite his obvious drawbacks, Fudou didn't hold it against others to do so -- unless, of course, it was a blatant misuse of food. That was a different story completely.

The morning warm-up was led by Endou, as per always. The stretches were the usual arms, legs, back, and ankles, and the three-lap jog around the field was a breeze for everyone. This is it, he thought, this was the day he'd succeed. As everyone split up to undertake individual training, some continuing the jog around the field while others took up shooting practice, Fudou decided to help out the defense players and brush up on his own defense skills. As a midfielder, he had to be prepared to both defend and attack at any given moment; after all, the purpose of a midfielder was to act as the bridge between the defenders and the strikers. If he lacked skill on one side, he'd be an inefficient player, and may even lose his spot on the team.

He couldn't let that happen, not if he wanted to get rid of his mother's debt.

The soccer balls flew at him and the others with tremendous speed, but none got past. Fudou could hear Endou behind him, praising him for his work. He smirked, "Of course. What'd you expect?" But that's not what he was really feeling; he felt incompetent. He felt inadequate. He felt powerless, and he hated every minute of it. As soon as he turned away from the captain, he frowned. This wasn't good enough. He needed more power. Waiting for the strikers to kick, Fudou prepared himself, attempting to anticipate their movements and calculate the trajectory. He felt the dirt under his cleats crumble as his foot shifted and his body relaxed. This was it; this was what he needed: focus.

"Fudou-kun!" He stopped, turning his attention to the manager named Kino Aki. She motioned for him to come over, which took him by surprise. He was never called out like this. Did something happen? His teammates stared at him as he made his way over to the manager's bench, whispering between themselves as to what's going on and why Fudou, of all people, was being called out of practice. Endou particularly looked the most curious of them all. He didn't mind them, though -- he was more concerned over the why. Was he going to be kicked off the team? Did something happen to his mother?

Was it about Otonashi?

From what Kino explained, it seemed the coach had a few questions for him. She wasn't sure of the details, but she told Fudou to immediately go to his office, after reassuring him everything was alright, and that he wasn't in trouble. Slightly irritated, but understanding of the situation, he left the field and headed towards the main building. He could hear someone (was it Kidou?) telling the others to get back to practice just as he opened the door and went inside.

It turns out, they were both right; he just had a few questions for him, concerning Otonashi. He'd seen the two of them talking last night on the field, but wasn't able to draw conclusions from it until after Haruna confessed. Fudou more-or-less knew only as much as Coach Kudou did, however, so he wasn't of much help. The midfielder explained how he guessed at her condition when she first arrived, and (reluctantly) admitted to comforting her when she broke down crying. Fudou also revealed how he advised her to see the coach about what happened, but he didn't have any more information than that. Still expressionless, the coach thanked him for his time, and dismissed him, leaving him to return to practice when he was ready to.

Memories of last night flooded his mind as he vacated the office, leaving him with a bad taste in his mouth. What happened to her was unjust. He didn't know Otonashi very well, but from what he did know, she always tried to help others. She was a genuinely good person, which was more than what he could say about himself. Ugh, which reminds him, that kiss. .. It still bothered him. What about it made him so uncomfortable, though? Was it because he was inexperienced? Was it because the last and only person to kiss him was his mother? He was only a middle schooler -- it was expected of him to be lacking in the romance department. So why did he feel so .. hmm. He'd have to mull it over later. He had more important matters to attend to, like seeing how his new "friend" was doing today. He figured he might as well get over their awkwardness sooner than later -- better to do it while they were alone then with the others hanging around and questioning everything.

There she was, standing by the back windows of the cafeteria. Had she been watching them practice? What a stupid girl. She should be resting in her room, not doing her manager duty. Oh, whatever. It was her decision in the end, he supposed. Fudou leaned against the doorway, (cool kids have to be cools kids, after all) making sure to call out loud enough to grab her attention. With his arms crossed over his chest, he spoke:

"Looks like you took my advice."

#!how: haru #!who: fudou akio #!who: otonashi haruna #you did the banana thing on purpose didn't you #i mean obvs the banana king has to have a banana queen

「 salt★` peanuts❜↓ @mayaka

A friendly school competition? Really?

The rural boy was less than pleased with that idea. First of all, his partner wouldn't be here to share the fun with. After the Investigation Team had finally solved the murder case that shook their town, Yu Narukami had to go back. Sure, he came to visit occasionally, so it wasn't like they'd never see the guy again -- but let's face facts. It was certainly not the same team without him, especially during the school year. He had Chie to poke and prod at, but even that got boring after a while. Was this really how it was going to end? They save the town, catch the murderer, risk their lives, learn to accept each other's greatest flaws, and then .. they dissolve like any other group of friends after high school? But everything they went through was so raw, so powerful. He didn't want to think about it any further.

The second thing to bother him was the name of the other school: Kamiyama High School. The place was famous for its "Classic Literature Club", or so the rumors circulated. How the literature club gained so much recognition Yosuke didn't really care about; it was the "why" that caught his attention. They solved mysteries, similarly to what their team spent the last year doing, and apparently they were very good at it. What kind of people were they, and how did they get into the mystery-solving business anyway? He heard there were only four members, but after that the details got fuzzy. He guessed he'd have to wait until their "rival" school arrived and the competitive festival started to find out more about this club -- which brings us to his third complaint.

"I can't believe I got stuck with door duty! This sucks!"

Moaning, he slumped back on his fold-out chair, cursing his fate as co-host. It was a simple game of picking straws -- how could he lose?! Now he'd have to represent Yasoinaba High as the entrant. Yosuke didn't know the other high school's representative yet, but he prayed it would be someone tolerable, considering he'd be stuck with them all week while the festival carried on. There wasn't anything he had to do yet; or at least, not anymore. He was told to set up the tables in the front of the school and organize the flyers in the box, which he already did. Well, he already got Kanji to do. Now there was nothing left to do but wait for his entrant partner verdict and maybe even catch a few z's.

You know, maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so bad after all -- especially if he ended up with a pretty girl.

#!how: pherra #!who: mayaka ibara #!who: yosuke hanamura

kalikimaka

★sk8er boi◟*» █ @beat

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Having time off from school meant that Beat was not only able to get away from studying for a while, but that he was able to spend more time just hanging out with his friends and younger sister. It wasn’t as though he didn’t get to see them at all while school was in session — he went to school with Neku and Shiki, and Rhyme, of course, lived with him. It was just that during the school year, the time they spent together was on things that were more .. academic. Shiki frequently set up study groups for the three of them, despite the two boys’ obvious reluctance to spend time in such a way. And whatever disdain Neku felt for the activity would easily go double for Beat. When he imagined spending time with the others, textbooks and algebra questions just didn’t quite fit in; he would much rather go down to the scramble crossing, maybe check out the sales at some of the shops (Wild Boar especially, considering that was where he bought all of his things).

And besides for that .. Beat wasn’t the greatest when it came to academics in the first place; he didn’t have trouble in one subject, but nearly all of them. It wasn’t because he didn’t apply himself and try, because he did — but try as he might, he could never really get the hang of most of the things he was taught. Having Neku and Shiki trying to re-teach him what he couldn’t grasp in class only made matters worse, though, because it fully embarrassed him. “‘m jus’ not good at school, yo! It ain’t for everyone. Let it be.” He’d try to persuade them against helping him out in such a way every time that they met up for one of the infamous “study group sessions”, but it never worked. Shiki was the more persistent of the other two, insisting that she’d “stay with him until he mastered it”, and Neku would (probably reluctantly) nod along with her.

But now that break was upon them, there was no need to worry about things like algebraic equations, or the history of Japan. No, for the next week or so, they’d be able to kick back at each others’ houses, walk around the shopping districts, maybe even buy a couple of things if the price was right —

At least, that was what was expected.

“So .. what, you ain’t gonna be around today? .. — Nah, ‘s a’ight, man. I’ll catch you some other time, yeah? Later. —”

Flipping his cell-phone shut with a sigh, the blonde reaches up to fuss with the knit-cap on his head. Neku had called, telling him that he wouldn’t be able to meet up today like they’d planned — something had come up with his parents, and he couldn’t get out of it. Shiki had already made plans to go out with Eri today, and Rhyme wasn’t even at home. So, Neku bailing on their plans brought Beat back to square one — bored, and at home. So much for a first day of break ..

“Ain’t no point in stayin’ inside, though! I need t’ get somethin’ to eat, anyway —”

So out he went. Despite being left without any plans, the skater wasn’t about to spend his first day of break inside the house. It was too nice a day to do that, so sitting at home would probably be just as bad as having to sit in a school building. Instead, he chose to go to one of his favorite places to eat: Ramen Don. It wasn’t too far from his house, but it was still a good walking distance away. And, anyway, having to travel to it would be worth it in the end; he’d been craving some of their noodles for a little while now, and he hadn’t actually eaten at the restaurant in some time —

Once he reached the place, he ordered his usual tonkatsu ramen and sat beside a pink-haired girl who was already digging into her own bowl of noodles. They smelled great, and it felt like forever until his own dish came. It did eventually, though, and when it arrived, Beat wasted no time in starting in on the food. It was delicious, as always, and he felt like he finished it a little too fast — but who could blame him, really? He’d walked all the way here on a completely empty stomach; it only made sense for him to want to eat what he got quickly .. at least, he thought so. A contented sigh escapes him as he finishes off what’s left in the bowl, and he reaches into his pocket for his money just in time to hear the girl sitting beside him say that she’d forgotten her wallet.

A quick glance at her expression made it pretty obvious that she wasn’t joking around; she’d probably rushed out of her home so quickly that bringing it with her slipped her mind. Beat had done that himself many a time, so if that was the case, he could understand, and even sympathize. The owner of the restaurant, though, didn’t seem too amused that she’d only realized this after she finished eating. He opened his mouth to say something to her just as Beat pulled money from his pocket and offered it to him. It was obvious that the amount in his hand was more than what his own food had cost.

“‘s all good, yo — I got her bowl, too. There’s enough here t’ pay for th’ both of us.” The owner raises an eyebrow at Beat but takes the money nonetheless, thanking them for their business before walking off to some other part of the restaurant. With that taken care of, the blonde looks over at the pinkette once more and flashes her a grin, though, unsure of what to say.

kalikimaka

Just in time. Luckily for the owner, the skull-capped boy saved him from some sharp-tongued lashing from the irritated pinkette. Oh boy, would Junpei get a mouthful from her -- just you wait, bracelet 5. Clover was a mesh of colorful emotions; contrary to her brother, who rarely showed anger, the girl had no qualms about showing her wrath. Maybe it was Napoleon syndrome, maybe it was excess testosterone -- she didn't pay too much mind to those things. Clover was who she was. She didn't care about the why or how. She only cared about the what. (That is, strictly speaking about personalities. Calculations and equations were a completely different story.)

Sighing inwardly, Clover calmed herself down. There was no point in throwing a fit over it now: the debt was paid, thanks to this stranger, so everyone could be on their merry way now, right? Wait, no. It wasn't that simple. There were two possibilities as to the fate of her wallet: one, she lost it on the train ride. The second possibility was that she left it at home. Either way, she was screwed. How was she going to get back home? Buying the train ticket the day before the trip seemed like a great idea at the time, but now it came to bite her in the ass. How could she be this stupid?! She had all her money in that! Never mind getting home, how was she going to eat? What about housing? This was turning into a big mess, and fast.

Still, that was her problem, not his. Shaking the thoughts away, she turned to look at the boy, smiling slightly. It was kind of hard to smile with the idea of homelessness flooding your mind.

"Hey, thanks. I owe you one. I'll pay you back when I get the money, okay?"

Wait. Why should she have to pay it? This was all Junpei's fault to begin with! She huffed, crossing her arms as the smile she wore melted into a scowl. "Actually, I'll have my friend pay you back. It's his fault to begin with." Crossing her arms, the bushy-haired girl had made a complete 180° turn from the smile a few moments ago. Her brows creased, and the frown that ruined her face only seemed to deepen. She sure was in a pickle, and, honestly, she didn't really know how to fix it. Clover supposed she could do some favors and jobs for others, and hope they pay her. She just needed enough money for the train ride, after all. But .. this boy. She didn't think she'd see him again if she left. She resented the idea of not paying him back -- it felt wrong to her. And Clover absolutely hated those who knowingly did the wrong thing.

Why? Enter: Hongou Gentarou. If she wanted to be the better person, she could try to understand his motives, but the truth was, she couldn't. No matter what his reasons might be, she didn't care. He ruined all of their lives. He shattered their natural rights, caused severe psychological trauma, he killed someone. The mere thought of that man made her blood boil. Clenching her fist under the table, she took a deep breath. There was no need to get riled up, she told herself. Everything was fine now; that man was imprisoned, and she and her brother, and everyone else -- they were all safe again. That's what matters, right? Everything that happens before the happily ever after becomes obsolete. It becomes nothing but a memory. Or so she liked to think.

Suddenly, Clover felt a vibration coming from her backpack -- that's right, her phone! She could call her brother, and he could relay the message to Seven or Lotus, and have one of them pick her up! Genius. Shoving her hand down inside to grab it, (she really needed to clean this thing out), Clover pulled out her beat-up black enV3 to read the message. Good ol' Snake! She knew her brother would come through. Now, let's see, what wise words does he have to offer this time?

You forgot your wallet.

.. He's kidding, right? "Snake .. you .." Considering all her pent-up anger, what happened next was rather mild. She threw her phone back into her bag, slamming her head on the table in defeat. "Hey," Muffled, but still audible, she spoke to Beat. "Word of advice: when a friend says to meet you in a different city, just do yourself a favor and say no." Lifting her head from the table, she began to stand herself up. Just sitting there and complaining wasn't doing any good. She was sure she could figure something out: she just had to think positive. Grabbing her bag and swinging it over her shoulders, Clover turned one last time towards the boy, flashing him a quick grin herself. "But, if you do decide to go, make sure you bring your wallet. Not everyone's as nice as you are, paying some stranger's bill." With a small wave goodbye, Clover began making her out the door, stopping one last time as she hit the doorway.

"Oh, yeah. My name's Clover. It was nice meeting you, even if it was under pretty pathetic circumstances on my part."

#!how: inky #!who: clover #!who: daisukenojo bito #ksdjf beat's really kawaii #ALSO GOMEN not as long as i wanted

█ !*angels ♈__ » 「@dark

No one was quite sure why the gentle beauty was so attached to the neighboring animals, but they didn't bother questioning it. No, they thought, it wasn't a matter of questioning. It was a matter of acceptance. The girl was simply who she was -- whether you called her a doormat, or a tamer, or even an angel. Fluttershy was the kindest soul in town; nobody, or better yet, no living thing would be denied her helping hand.

"There you go, little one. Run along now, and stay off that leg, alright?"

As she watched the fawn scuttle away, the pinkette sighed with worry. She hoped he would be alright, but the tension in the fawn's muscles, and that fracture in his femur. .. Fluttershy did everything she could, but would it be enough? Only time would tell, she feared. There was no point in worrying about just him, though -- she had more than one animal to tend for, and besides, just worrying about it wouldn't get results. She needed to work at his recovery, not simply wish for things to be better. Smiling a little, she bent her knees back to a standing position, patting the dust off her long skirt. She couldn't show them her worry; the animals were too susceptible to those kind of things, and she didn't want them to worry too. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she stared into the woods beside her small cottage. What was it she needed again?

Right, lavender. That should help with the anxiety. While she's out there, she might as well find some tumeric and ginger plants too. Fluttershy was a big fan of medicinal herbs; she stored various types in jars for cooking and ointments, but she only really used them on the animals. Her friends used to look at her strangely whenever she tried offering, though they seemed fine drinking her green tea. She supposed it had to do with the recent popularity of teas in her town, but frankly, she didn't really care. She simply liked having their company.

Not bothering to bring a basket, (she was sure she could carry it if she put her arms together), Fluttershy made her way towards the woods surrounding her. Sunlight beamed down through the holes in the treetops, lessening her anxiety. The Everfree Forest was notorious for being much too dangerous, and filled with far too many strange creatures. But things seemed to be tamer under sunlight; Zecora and Fluttershy both frequently went into the woods during the day, but didn't dare go at night. They cherished their lives.

The forest was dense, but enough light penetrated for Fluttershy to see a good twenty-something feet ahead of her. Her eyes searched the leaf-ridden floor for the herbs in mind, and although she managed to find some, her mind began to wander. Normally she was fully on-guard while in the forest, but .. that fawn .. She sincerely hoped she was giving him the right treatment. Her eyes flickered less and less over the scenery, and soon enough, focused on nothing. Fluttershy's worry consumed her conscious -- she had dropped her guard, and at the worst possible time. A rustling in the nearby bushes shook her, causing her to flinch in fear. The herbs she collected fell to the floor as a small whimper escaped her lips. Her body going into overdrive, she started to shake as she subconsciously hugged herself for comfort. Even still, she just had to know:

"Wh - Who's there?"

#!who: dark mousy #!who: fluttershy #ahh i hope this is adequate ~*~#!how: dendra

kalikimaka

█ !*offsides ✿ __ »「@haruna

rpthings-blog

The young ex-manager wasn’t sure of how long she had been crouched there, but she heard what Fudou said, lower lip being bitten on. Could she really tell coach Kudou? Maybe if she begged hard enough he wouldn’t tell the rest of the team about this, nor Kidou. She wasn’t sure of how the whole thing would play out though - A part of her was still scared, scared of what could happen once the adult was told the truth. Knowing the coach, he would no doubt involve cops into this, and then it would turn ugly. She sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. She had a lot to think about once she got back to her room.

Otonashi. Stand up.

Her head was still bowed, as she stared blankly onto the floor. She wanted to scream out, “I can’t get up!” But her voice failed her. She was too numb to feel anything at this point. The next thing she knew, the teenager felt something wrap around her fingers, before her body was lifted up back onto her feet. Her legs wobbled with the strained effort, but soon they didn’t shake. Her fingers tightened around his hand as she listened, the tears falling from her eyes eventually stopping and the tremors barely visible. Her eyes never broke from his gaze, and it felt like whatever had been constricting her chest was leaving.

He was comforting her. Despite the awkwardness of it all, he was doing his best to comfort Haruna, and it showed through his words. Her free hand pressed to her chest, as she felt her heartbeat race faster and faster, almost to the point that she thought it would explode.

It was then that she realized the missing warmth. He had let go of her. She stared at her hand, trying to push away the disappointment. He was so warm..Wiping her face clean from the tears, she made her way over to Fudou’s side, smiling softly. Without hesitation, Haruna leaned over and kissed the other on his cheek, letting her lips linger before she pulled away. “Thank you..” She murmured quietly, her gaze warm and affectionate. “I wasn’t sure what I would of done if I hadn’t said anything. Fudou-kun figured it out very quickly, and yet..I’m glad it was you that straightened me out. You might not think this is true, but Fudou-kun is very kind.”

Scratching at the back of her head, a tiny blush formed on her cheeks as she eventually broke her gaze. “Goodnight, I’m heading to bed now. Please don’t stay here that long practicing okay? You always have tomorrow to train as well. And make sure you eat.” She gave a small bow, straightened up, and then began to walk off back inside to the building. By the time she arrived at the door, her face was burning a bright red, the hand that had been held by Fudou pressed over her lips. What the heck was I thinking, kissing him like that!? “So stupid..” She groaned as she rubbed at her face.

Would she ever be able to face him again tomorrow?

kalikimaka

What the hell. All he wanted was for her to cope, he didn't want a goddamn kiss. And for her to say he was kind? She didn't know the first thing about him. And then there was how uncool he looked when she walked away -- blushing like that and stumbling over his own two feet. The dirt he kicked up from embarrassment caked over his skin and shoes; the last person to ever kiss him like that was his mother when he was a kid. You might say a kiss on the cheek is nothing to get so worked up over, but this was Fudou Akio. He may give an impression of being this "bad boy", but let's be real: he was as innocent to romance as the rest of the team was.

Suffice to say, he didn't sleep so well that night.

Morning came, all too abruptly. Fudou first heard his teammates make their down the hallway to the cafeteria, alone in pairs, or in groups. There were quiet members -- usually those who didn't do so good in the mornings or who were considerate of those still sleeping, but then you had the loudmouths whose voices could be heard from miles away. Light poured in from the window as his eyes opened, a small moan escaping his mouth. His blankets lay askew on the bed, barely covering his exposed but now clean legs and feet. His shower last night was meant to be brief; he just wanted to take the dirt off him, but he ended up lost in thoughts. He didn't think something like that would shake him up this much. Was he really this afraid and uncertain about a stupid kiss?

Fudou stared at the wall across from him. Lack of sleep was probably the worst thing that he could have done to himself, but what was he to do? It was Otonashi's fault, if anything. 'Lousy manager.' Even still, it invaded his thoughts like some new strain of parasite. How was he going to deal with this today? With a sigh, he pushed himself off his bed. He'd have to put it in the back of his mind; he had to focus on practice.

Before changing into the team tracksuit, Fudou stretched as instructed to every morning. He felt better than he did yesterday, despite the little sleep, and didn't want to chance losing that again. His stomach, however, wasn't happy that he left the bento box unopened outside -- there was no way he'd eat what she brought after .... that. No, he thought to himself, he had to stop thinking about what happened. He had to focus. Stepping into his shoes, and tying the jacket around his waist, he left his bed unmade as he walked into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He'd make it later, he thought. Right now, breakfast was priority. He ignored the others walking along him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants as he closed his eyes. It was just too early for anything right now.

The cafeteria was as lively as ever. Some players were finishing their second or third plate, while others just started to line up for their first. He spotted an empty table slightly further from the others, noting it as he made his way over to get whatever it was they were serving. It smelled good, at least, so he didn't really pay a lot of mind to exactly what was for breakfast. He did, however, pay mind as to who was serving what, and made sure to stay out of Haruna's way. It would just be awkward for the both of them, he figured, then his teammates would question it (especially Kidou), and he simply didn't want to bother with all that. He took whatever he could from the other two managers -- Kino and Kudou, he remembered them as -- and sat down at the empty table. Others sometimes looked at him, almost like they wanted to say something but were too afraid to, but he couldn't be bothered by them. He has to perfect a solo hissatsu. And today would be the day he did it.

If only he could stop thinking about it.

#!who: fudou akio #!who: otonashi haruna #AAAA SHE'S JUST AS KAWAII #LET'S SEE WHERE IT GOES ~*~#but he does care!!!#he's still kind of indifferent towards her he's gomen #hehe but yeah #!how: haru

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