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Affiliated with String of Fates Room I-1 | Chorus Teacher ~*~Unfated~*~

[epicureanfromhell]

“You bore me, dear.” Conchita yawned and leaned forward grabbing the other’s shoulder, pulling the pop star closer to her face. “Now understand our meaning, we would not allow anyone to harm ourselves.” She dug her fingers in, feeling the supple, soft flesh underneath her jacket, how very like her own body. A spot of drool made itself shown on the corner of her lips. And almost unconsciously, she leaned in and took a bite. Sharp teeth digging into the trapezius, ripping apart flesh and blood.

The woman slurped down the rest, and licked her lips, blood coating her lips and cheek. “Dear, despite our differences, your flesh tastes just as delicious as my own.” And infused with a delicious taste of alcohol too, my what a delicacy.

[meikoutsessions-blog]

Meiko glared at her lookalike, clenching her fist in preparation to prove her dominance. This was her school, and she wasn't about to let some cannibalistic lookalike terrorize people around here, if they really were Conchita or not. The flesh eating lady pulled the performer in close, and not once did the original brunette waver. 

“Now understand our meaning, we would not allow anyone to harm ourselves.” 

"Th' hell are you talking about, bitc-"

And then, the bite. The unfamiliar sensation of teeth dug right into her muscle, tearing a sizeable chunk from Meiko's body. Almost immediately, she grabbed at her new wound, crumpling into a fetal position, and began screaming hysterically, a slew of expletives and threats filling the air in a raucous cacophony. Perhaps the only coherent words came right at the end.

"I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL YOU!"

[epicureanfromhell]

Food! Glorious food! Delect- Disgusting food! ((SoF Open))

[epicureanfromhell]

“No, peasant, it is not made of people.” Conchita frowned and cut off a piece, holding it out towards the woman in red. Her smile was gone, the fake smile disappeared like the cooks of her own home many eons ago. “It is concoction made of an array of irresistible delicacies that delights the taste buds of any who is so fortunate to taste it.”

Anger that she would dare call her concoction a thing made of people, she did not just go around eating anybody, only the finest and most revolting of human beings would do. “Now art thou going to stay standing like an idiot or wilt thou take a seat at our table.” She said with a sigh and pulled out a chair next to her. “Do not anger us even further, the greatest insult you can give a cook is to spit on her food.”

“But we digress, tell us more about thyself. We wish to find out just how different someone that is our exact reflection can be.”

[meikoutsessions-blog]

If Meiko knew how her manager portrayed Conchita well enough, she didn't doubt for a second that there were bits and pieces of some living creature in that cake. The woman's description of the demonic 'delicacy' might have fooled anyone else, but not her. Once the grotesque food eater pulled a nearby chair out, however, Meiko didn't think she could refuse to remain in her company. There was no choice. The singer sat herself down, hoping that she hadn't gotten herself into a horrible situation.

"...Well, fuck. Might as well stay a while, huh."

"I mean, hell, I know as much as I can about you, so ya' might as well know a little about me. Ain't too much ta' tell, anyway. I've got a passion for music n' alcohol, if that helps. Seems ta' me like the best way ta' explain myself is that we're... uh... opposites, I guess."

[niggabetrippinitslinainverse]

A One Woman Turkey Eating Apocalypse(Event Open)

If there’s one thing Lina actually enjoys about any sort of festival anywhere, it’s the food. The only bonus to this one at the moment would be an eating competition. She has no idea what the prize is, but there’s a prize, and she gets to eat food. With little to no expense. She may well have to get into a magic fight at some point to burn this off but for now she’s far more set on wiping the floor with her competition.

Speaking of which, now that she looks down the row at who all’s around, they all look like chumps. She probably shouldn’t be thinking this, considering that she’s tiny by comparison to your average person, but what she lacks in height she makes up for in her ungodly ability to scarf down food.

As the moderator or whatever you would call it gives the basis for the rules, it’s obvious that Lina’s only half-listening. Chew your food, don’t swallow it whole, if you puke your guts out then you’re disqualified, etc. etc. Typical things that she’s actually heard plenty of times before. For a moment she even wonders why she didn’t start doing that while she was travelling because damn, back home she would have made a name for herself in something other than killing people.

But that’s in the past now.

All she knows is, there are cooked turkeys, and she will devour them with ease. She’s just about to move to one of the seats before someone has to be a rude motherfucker and push her in a rather aggressive way, resulting in an irritated Lina nearly facefirst on a table.

“Hey! Watch it!” She snaps, moving up just in time to get a good glance at the offender. Hopefully the glare translates well enough in that she’s probably going to lynch their ass after this competition. Or, hell, even during it.

[meikoutsessions-blog]

Drinking alcohol was fun and all, but since this festival wasn't going to be hosting any drinking contests, Meiko decided to find another contest to join. That competitive side was getting the better of her, since she hadn't found much of an outlet for it. Her musical performances were once fueled by the need to prove that she was better than Miku, in any and all ways, and now that those were a thing of the past... Well, you get the idea.

So, when the school had announced an eating contest, the performer was more than willing to participate. Whether or not she would be able to compete with everyone else on the same level was a different story. Meiko could try and harness her inner Conchita, but... Yeah, bad idea. Here, the other competitors seemed to be taking this challenge extremely seriously, as if there were a million dollar contract on the line. To Meiko, this was both a competition and free food. What could be better?

Course, in her haste to start eating, she'd shoved one of the other participants out of her way as she got to her spot. Which, it should be added, provoked the ire of the poor girl who had almost smashed her face. The little snap and glare of a response was enough to grab Meiko's attention, but her spirit of competition seemed to have gotten in the way of what few manners she possessed.

"...Oops. Silly me. Must not've seen ya', or somethin'. Whatever. Why don't ya' turn your ass back around n' start stuffin' your face?"

"Like it'll matter. You're not gonna beat me, anyway."

[meikoutsessions-blog]

epic rap battles of tancho academy [open]

[the-grail-our-savior-blog]

Well one thing was for certain; this woman knew how to handle a crowd of students. She offered them what they wished to hear, and gave them a reason to stay and listen to more of what she had to say. To spice up the offer even more, she even added some menial rule breaking to the pot. It was like she had former experience with such things. Then again, it was completely possible that she did, so he didn’t count that idea out.

However, he wasn’t expecting to be called up to the stage himself. Needless to say, he didn’t have any former experience with such antics and sort of preferred to keep it that way, especially in front of the watching eyes of so many onlookers. Was that what actors and performers called stage fright? He had committed countless atrocities, and faced down warriors many times stronger than him from another time and age, and yet here he was, afraid of going up to the front and competing against this woman? This was frustrating!

“Hardly seems that I have much choice now, do I? Very well.”

Not entirely too thrilled to become part of the show, but willing to go along with it anyway, the Priest made his way up to her, looking no less menacing even with the plainly painted grimace on his face. Hands held behind his back as he walked, he tried to wrap his mind around the idea that he would have to actually rap about something or another. He could probably improvise, but that did not make his situation any less idiotic. When he finally made it to the front, he spoke with his normal amount of enthusiasm. Which was to say very little to none at all.

“You’ll have to forgive me if you find me to be a lacking partner. I have no idea what I am doing.”

[meikoutsessions-blog]

It was easy to see that Meiko was proud of the group that she'd gathered. Normally, most students would have been averse to joining a little organization based on performance and talent. The turnout had been surprising, that was for sure, and for a moment, Meiko had feared that she hadn't provided enough snacks for the initial mingling. Once everyone showed a willingness to participate, she'd been put at ease.

The man whom Meiko had addressed seemed tentative to come up onstage, and with good reason. Having been called out in such a manner didn't really leave any choice at all. The students had begun chattering among themselves, some familiar with the faculty member about to participate in the verbal fray, others wondering who would win, a few others counting the seconds until their chorus teacher annihilated her opponent. The brunette laughed a little as the other made his way to the makeshift stage.

"Glad ya' decided ta' come up here. Name's Meiko, by th' way. Don't think I introduced myself earlier. Guess ya' can't remember everything, can ya'?"

"We can get started whenever you're ready. Might not have ta' break a beat out for this one, seein' as ya' don't really know how this works. It's really pretty damn simple. We'll go back and forth makin' up rhymes ta' try n' prove which one of us is better. It's a fancy way of insultin' each other without actually meanin' it. I think we'll cut th' beat for now. It'll just put more pressure on ya'."

While Meiko assumed that the other man knew what rapping as a basic talent was, she'd been prepared to explain how the rap battle process worked. Going beat-less was a sign of a less serious performance, and it would give the two participants time to think of some lines to spit. Already, the brunette thought about what to say, her arsenal of words ranging from the man's lack of enthusiasm to his priestly getup.

[epicureanfromhell]

Food! Glorious food! Delect- Disgusting food! ((SoF Open))

Conchita, cooking pot in hand, was currently making a delectable dish in the woodshop area of the school. She chopped up wood, and added it to the mixture, squeezed a tube of superglue, added a scoop of manure, four tablespoons of nitric acid and six tablespoons of sulfuric acid, and pureed the whole thing up with a chainsaw she found lying around. New technology was quite exciting and she soon figured out that she could let the whole thing simmer over a dozen bunsen burners. That was when she began to add the real ingredients, a bottle of potassium cyanide, a spoon of condensed liver and finally half a bag of fresh cement. Delicious~

About half an hour later, the classroom and anything within 4 yards of it were blown out of existence. Though that was hardly a problem for Conchita, her cake had finished and solidified into a jelly-like state. It looked purple and seemed to be spreading a poisonous miasma around, which is exactly why the woman was eating it. The sheer destruction it would wreck on any being’s stomach brought out from within her a feeling of euphoria. It tasted great, a masterpiece of the culinary arts! Which means that she must have an audience for her accomplishment, after all the nobility were supposed to take care of the peasants, and sharing food was one way of showing she cared.

Thus she set up a table in the courtyard, right underneath a tree, which had already started to wilt. Plates at the ready, forks all set in a row with her creation stood at the end of the table, Conchita was now prepared to interact with the local peasants in a social manner. “Good afternoon, wouldst thou wish for some cake?” She asked the first passerby as she pointed at her… “cake”.

[meikoutsessions-blog]

The days were becoming tedious and boring, as far as Meiko could tell. She'd settled into the routine of teaching, yelling at the students who were tone deaf, praising the ones that could actually hold a tune for more than ten seconds, etc. With the day's classes finally over, the musician thought she could relax. She sat in the chorus room, flipping through a songbook or two, trying to figure out what would allow the entanglement of misfit voices to harmonize, as a rotten stench began to float around the halls and into the room.

Needless to say, once Meiko got a whiff of it, she'd almost thrown up on her desk. What in the hell could it have been? Had a body been discovered? Did someone try playing a prank, only to have it go wrong? The disgusted brunette gathered up her courage, left her chair, and began to make her way outside of the room and into the hall, following the scent with absolute abhorrence.

Her search brought her out to the courtyard, where a particularly familiar looking woman was consuming a...

A noxious delicacy.

Meiko's mind raced, memories clicking into place as she began to recognize who was in front of her, seated at a table surrounded by empty chairs. Tentatively, she approached the scene.

“Good afternoon, wouldst thou wish for some cake?”

"Cake, huh?"

"That ain't made outta people, is it? I swear, if that's made outta people..."

[meikoutsessions-blog]

epic rap battles of tancho academy [open]

[nomouth-mustrock]

When the Recordicons brought Soundwave several flyers around campus of the birth of Tancho’s ‘Rap Battles Club’ the Decepticon knew he had to investigate. First of all: Rap was awesome. Secondly: As a professional soldier and teacher, he couldn’t let his students get into any sort of potential danger! It is not a done thing.

So imagine his surprise, when he went to the ‘Rap Battles’, only to find that it wasn’t really a battle at all, sort of a collection of snacks and…

The most boacious sound system said Decepticon has seen. It was like something you see in your dreams… that you want for Christmas; whatever tunes that come out of there would be most sweet.

“Awesome! Earth music is so awesome! Rap Battles combine the most gnarliest of beats with hardcore flows in combat! Don’t you think so Laserbeak?” the excited bot looked to the robotic condor perched on his shoulder, who merely pushed his thick glassed up towards his face.

“Rap is the opposite of awesome, Soundwave. Do you know how mainstream it is? Only sheeple would listen to something like that. Unless you’re an ironic fan of course…”

Soundwave blanked out the harsh realities that his sidekick spat and began attempting to open up a window gently, so he could make his questions known, but alas! His huge digits could easily crush the windows. His hipster friend sat in silence for a moment, before nodding.

“You’re going to jump into a club designed for students? …A very alt move, Soundwave. I approve.”

And just like that, the bird swooped down and unlatched a window and swooped in, crying out as he did:

“Yes, we have a question. Do you even know what good music is?!”

“Whoa! Laserbeak! A most sick burn, but not what I was going to ask!” Soundwave’s arm now fitting through the window; “We just wanted to know if teachers could get involved, dudette!”

[meikoutsessions-blog]

By Meiko's standards, the turnout of the first meeting was pretty damn spectacular. There were enough interested students that she might actually be able to get to team battles if they became good at the craft. Even a few faculty members had shown up, just to see if everything was safe and didn't break too many rules. A club that had the word 'battle' in it probably didn't seem like the friendliest of organizations, but Meiko knew what she was doing.

Course, her sense of knowing what to do went out the window as some bird flew through one, followed by a... robotic arm. The performer had seen a lot of strange things during her time onstage, but this might have taken the cake. At least she could understand what they were saying, even if it ticked her off just a little bit.

"...Huh. Okay, then. One: Yes. Yes, I do. Can't win 'em all, I guess."

"And two, so long as you ain't gonna wreck th' place, or fuck shit up, I don't see why the hell not. So, uh... robo... dude... Mind takin' th' birdbot outta here before I fry both of your circuits with rhymes?"

To hell with what she'd scheduled. No one in their right mind would waltz into a musician's domain and outright challenge their musical tastes. It was as if that bespectacled freak was asking to get verbally destroyed.

...Well, there's always throwing water at them.

[soundcirculates]

04. reunited [@meikoutsessions]

[soundcirculates]

Well it was her favourite food and she wouldn’t have to spend any money right now. Holding a couple cans for her friend wasn’t that bad as long as she gets a part in drinking and eating them later on things were okay. Of course, tuna would be nice with a little alcohol yes? That was her general opinion on alcohol, she liked them with seafood.

 “It’s not like I really mind carrying it, just don’t go bankrupt from buying your booze okay?” That was one of her fears. She wasn’t too fond of the idea of Meiko going shopping for alcohol; she can buy quite a lot in comparison… It was a bit too scary for Luka to comprehend sometimes. “But yeah, I’ll remember.”

 “Depends on the quality of the tuna,” Luka started thoughtfully whilst placing a finger on her chin. “But in general it shouldn’t be too expensive. Dinner would be nice; I am a bit hungry I guess. Well, it’s a free meal so I don’t see why not.”  

Well, the free meal was a small component. Honestly she just wanted to spend more time with her friend. Still unwilling to admit it, she really missed her a lot. Thank god she didn’t start to babble about the quality of tuna, the harvesting process, and other things.

She could spot a store from a further distance. It definitely wasn’t a store that Luka was familiar with because she wasn’t a keener for alcohol in the first place. Well, it was time to watch the expert pick out her drinks. 

[meikoutsessions-blog]

Luka's worrying about Meiko's booze dependency was... Well, it was Luka being concerned about alcohol. It wasn't a concept that the brunette was a stranger to. In fact, the few times that they'd argued before, it was over something related to the demon drink. Meiko didn't mind the attention at all. It was... nice.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, kiddo. As long as I'm teachin' over at that place, and I've got th' managers dragging me into th' studio every now n' then, alcohol ain't gonna be the death a' me. You oughta' lighten up a little."

"Ah, and that's th' spirit I was lookin' for! Trust me, ya' ain't gonna regret it. I mean, I ain't ever cooked tuna before, but it shouldn't be too hard. I'll get it just right, I promise. If it ain't star quality tuna that we're buyin', I'm sure as hell gonna make it star quality tuna! You just leave it ta' me!"

Meiko could see her store coming up soon. Hopefully, the clerk would recognize her after such a long time of being away, and make good on that discount he'd offered way back when. Once they'd gotten to the door, the brunette pulled it open, a distinctive bell jingle alerting the employees inside.

"Well? After you, kiddo."

[meikoutsessions-blog]

"Meiko I heard that Conchita is here... I thought she was fictional. I'm actually quite frightened. You're gonna do something about this yes?"

"Yeah... It's true, kiddo. Thought she was fake, too. Guess my manager must've been lyin' ta' me."

"If this keeps up, ol' Conchita might have ta' meet th' red lady mercenary soon."

[epicureanfromhell]

“Your speech is quite vulgar.” Conchita sighed shaking her head. Peasants and their delusions of grandeur. How amusing, if she wasn’t directly attacking her. “We are the one and only Vanika Conchita, empress of Belzenia, and epicurean of legend. You are a peasant fortunate enough to have been graced with a body like ours.”

[meikoutsessions-blog]

"Ya' just don't give up, do ya', lady? Yeah, I know who th' fuck you are, because you were my manager's shot for getting me higher on th' Top 100 chart."

Whether or not this was an actual personification of the character that Meiko had been told to play or if it was someone who was really into the Conchita character was beyond her. 

"While we're introducin' ourselves, I guess I oughta' do th' same. Name's Meiko, former queen a' th' pop music scene. But that ain't important, right? What's important is that this peasant's about ta' feed your royal pain a knuckle sandwich in a few seconds." 

[meikoutsessions-blog]

epicureanfromhell replied to your post: “Hello, I am Vanika Conchita.” She greeted and shot the woman an inquisitive stare. “And who are you, person that looks like me.”

“Now judging from thy speech, thou art not quite educated. Pity, my lookalike is a peasant.”

"Oi. You ain't the queen a' this place, lady. And last I checked, you're my fuckin' lookalike."

"And this peasant is probably richer than you'll ever be, so I suggest that ya' learn your place as my manager's fucked up character idea. And take off th' damn costume while you're at it. This is a school, not a convention."

[meikoutsessions-blog]

"Hello, I am Vanika Conchita." She greeted and shot the woman an inquisitive stare. "And who are you, person that looks like me."

"Vanika Con-"

"...Th' fuck, are you supposed ta' be a cosplayer, or somethin'? Four for you, lady."

[meikoutsessions-blog]

epic rap battles of tancho academy [open]

[shotaloid-blog]

{ When Len heard that a certain senior of his made a club based on rap, he had to go see it. The male wasn’t in the club (yet, maybe), but he really wanted to see how Meiko would handle it. He followed a few of the students to the music room and leaned against the door frame.

He watched with slight amusement as the students socialized and ate their snacks. Well, Meiko out did herself but it was expected of her. Manager-san had told Len Meiko was dabbling in the rap genre, but there was still one importat question on his mind.

He cleared his throat when she asked if there were any questions, and there was an amused smile on his face. } “Yeah, I have one. Can you show us some of your ‘moves’? I’m kind of curious as to what they are.”

{ The room fell a bit silent after his question and there was whispering among the students. Maybe he was challenging her, maybe he wasn’t. Either way, this could only end well. }

[meikoutsessions-blog]

When Meiko had asked if there were any questions, the voice that rang out in response was one she didn't expect to hear. Nevertheless, knowing that Len had enough interest in the brunette's little organization to show up for the first meeting almost made her forget the question at hand. The little smirk on his face said much more than his inquiry let out, or, at least, that was how she perceived it.

Meiko put her hand up to her chin in mock thought. The rest of the students in the room seemed to liven up at the question, their talented supervisor having been called out on her own stage. 

"...Huh. Looks like we're gonna get things started early. Ya' want a demonstration, Len? If that's what you're askin' for, I'm sure I can come up with somethin'. The only catch is that if you're makin' me perform, I'm draggin' ya' onstage with me."

She stopped herself there, letting her own challenge sink in with the rest of the people in the room. Were they all about to witness Tancho Academy's first rap battle? Did Len even know what he was getting into? Meiko nonchalantly tilted her head over to the mic stands in the middle of the room, accenting her little dare further.

"Ya' heard me right. Ya' asked for moves, and you're gettin' em.' You n' me, right now." 

"I've got backing tracks and a kickass speaker system set up at th' front, here. Pick a track, pop it in, and we'll throw down. Ya' ain't afraid ta' get schooled by a dinosaur like me, are ya', shotarella?"

And thus, the gauntlet had been thrown.

[meikoutsessions-blog]

epic rap battles of tancho academy [open]

[the-grail-our-savior-blog]

Now this club was primarily open to students first and foremost, but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t catch the attention of faculty as well. In particular, a certain male nurse/priest had taken quite an interest in the club himself. When he entered, he simply stood off to the side near the doorway where his imposing presence would not intrude upon her lessons. This was her stage, and he had no place on it.

Now yes, it would be extremely odd for this sort of male to appear here, of that there is no doubt. However, this false priest had taken an interest in this club for a reason he could not quite place. He wasn’t going to question it though, because, quite frankly, he had been bored senseless as of late. Even with the Grail War going on, it seems most of the contenders were content to sit by and wait for someone else to make the first move, which was perfectly fine for now, considering he would have to greet them soon. But now he needed a distraction. And the antics of his roommate would be sufficient for that.

He would stand aside and watch the show for the time being. Obviously, it would be a little odd for him to participate among the students when really, he was just interested in theirs acts as opposed to actually partaking in the club itself. It was a bit of a stretch from his normal vice of pain and suffering, but it was also much more socially accepted. Besides, watching some of them go at it would probably fit the bill for torture.

[meikoutsessions-blog]

If any of these new club members had any doubts about how things were going to get thrown down, they sure as hell didn't voice their concerns. Maybe they genuinely didn't have any questions that needed to be asked. Or, they might just be suffering from a little bit of stage fright. Who wouldn't be, after being told that they would be performing in the coming days? Those who were experienced in the art of show business knew that there would have to be a huge amount of practice time in between, or, if things proceeded like street rap battles did, research on potential opponents.

It always made the crowd cheer to hear a killer line about a rapper's vices.

Meiko scanned the room, getting a feel for the atmosphere she would be advising in. For the most part, it seemed that her intervention wasn't going to be needed, and that this group could handle themselves well. She nodded her head at them all, displaying approval at their silence.

"Guess you're all ready ta' get this show on th' road. Now, these sorts of contests are pretty basic when it comes ta' actuality. Two rivals come up on stage, rhyme at each other while a nice beat plays, and the audience'll decide who wins. Sounds childish, but, you're all kids, so I'm sure you'll get into it. For our purposes, we'll try ta' keep th' cursing lyrics to a minimum, but I ain't got a problem with it if ya' decide ta' drop th' F-Bomb on someone."

"If ya' want, we can get a few of ya' up here now for a little exhibition, or..."

The brunette's eyes darted across the room again, attention caught by one other faculty member who happened to be near the doorway. Ah, hopefully, he'd be willing to put on a little show for all of these prospective members. She raised her arm above her head dramatically, before bringing it down to point at the man.

"Oi, stiff. Why don't ya' come up here n' join me? Get a little flow goin', n' help me show these kids how it's supposed ta' work. Ya' know, unless you're afraid of a friendly little challenge!"

[meikoutsessions-blog]

epic rap battles of tancho academy [open]

Well, Meiko's new student club had finally gotten itself set up. After school, in the chorus room, with the brunette's own top-of-the-line speaker system hooked up for optimal sound... If there was one thing she thanked her managers for, it was introducing her to rap music. It was a genre of varying degrees of creativity, and those who could manipulate words to sting others in a good, old fashioned, rap battle needed a place to express themselves.

Therefore, the chorus teacher had hung up a few flyers around the school, advertising the first meeting of Tancho's Rap Battles Club set for today, complete with free refreshments. Different tracks had already been arranged, some of different rap battles, and others of instrumentals to be used in the future, if the club even had a future. So long as a few people showed up, Meiko could make sure that everything went well.

So far, the room looked pretty good for a club. Food and drinks lined up at the table in the back of the room, tables moved to the sides to provide a makeshift stage in the middle, two mic stands set a good distance away from each other... Hopefully, the brunette had thought of everything she was going to need. Once enough people had made their way to the room, and they'd been given a few minutes to socialize and grab their snacks, Meiko stood up from her seat at the front of the room, and yelled a bit to grab the prospective members' attention.

"Glad ya' all found the place alright, kids. Let me get all th' formalities out of th' way. Welcome ta' the first meeting of Tancho's Rap Battles club, n' all that jazz."

"I'm gonna have ya' all get ta' know the art of rap battles for the first few meetings, and then we'll get two of ya' ta' go against each other once you're all familiar with each other. I'll lay down the rules for th' verbal skirmishes once we get to it. Hopefully, you're all artistic enough ta' get how it all works."

Meiko let her little introduction settle for a few seconds. These kids wouldn't be here if they didn't know what rap was, right? In a few meetings, the brunette would have these kids spitting rhymes at each other like pros.

"So... any quick questions, before we get things started?"

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04. reunited [@meikoutsessions]

[soundcirculates]

Luka wasn’t too keen on the fact that Miku would sometimes take away the spotlight of Meiko and Kaito, but then again, sometimes she liked some fame as well. However, she got a taste of that and obviously doesn’t want to do it again. Man, she’s glad that she wasn’t Hatsune Miku or anyone along those lines. Singing is fun definitely, but overdoing it is another story that she doesn’t want to undergo. Thank god her manager was nice enough to let her go back to Tancho Academy again.

It was silly of Luka not to immediately connect Meiko with liquor.

Maybe it was because of the students from the morning class. Oh god, they were so noisy. Sometimes Luka had to tell them to be quiet, which doesn’t happen a lot because the pink head is usually very patient with people. Luka knew that they had to find the liquor store quickly before Meiko ended up throwing an anger tantrum. Yeah, not a pretty scene to see.

The pink head only followed the brunette as they kept walking along the streets of the district.

 “Yeah they did. Well, I’m alright now at least. At least I’m not Miku, man I wonder how she handles all those recording and live sessions.”

 “I’m only carrying them if you buy me some tuna alright? Well, you don’t have to, it’ll be nice though.”

It wouldn’t hurt to have a drink or two with her friend now would it? After all, she had her lonesome drinking session in the room next door while Meiko was gone—she wasn’t going to tell her that. Nope, never. But having some food would be nice as well now wouldn’t it? 

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...Tuna, huh? Figured. You could tell that pinkette that she could have anything in the entire world, and she'd probably waste that chance on a couple servings of tuna fish. Not that Meiko minded at all. While she wasn't such a big fan of the stuff, she could understand why Luka loved it so much. The mention of the food did give the performer a little bit of an idea.

"That's all ya' want? Little bit a' tuna, and you'll carry my booze for me? Sounds like a plan, then. Remind me ta' pick some up once we're done grabbing my drinks. Think of it as kinda like a 'Sorry for not tellin' ya' I was leaving and I'm glad ta' see ya' again' present."

"Tuna ain't too expensive, right? ...Hell, we might as well just buy some rice n' garnish, and chill for th' night, if it sounds good ta' you. A little dinner, as a 'welcome back' party. There's this classic wine that goes well with some pepper crusted tuna, and I've been meanin' ta try it out for a while. Ya' know, a little light alcohol or somethin'. I ain't gettin' hammered over a plate a' fish."

The longer the two of them walked, the closer they got to the one alcohol store that Meiko used to frequent when she taught last year. A little Cabernet Sauvignon wasn't going to be be too expensive. Even if the brunette wasn't the type to match her alcohol with her meals... Wait. How was she even supposed to know what wine went with tuna? Sheesh.

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“Oh yeah, they really are a pain aren’t they? I got called back a few days after you left and gosh I couldn’t really adjust to it anymore. I’ve gotten a lot of recording sessions to do back in between, I almost felt like a second Miku.”

She chuckled after her last words. It was one of the most painful things ever. Unlike what the fanbase thought, she wasn’t keen on competition. In all honesty all she cared about was bonding with the people around her and building good relationships. However, the number of recording sessions overwhelmed her. Of course, she then made an excuse to take a ‘long hiatus’ as the managers like to call it. Well, that led her back into Tancho Academy.

“Oh you,” Luka couldn’t help but to grin in response to Meiko’s answer. She wouldn’t admit it, but she really missed the presence of her friend.

Maybe she missed the other Vocaloids too, but Meiko was someone who was much more special in comparison. The two of them went through some whacko things before they left Tancho Academy. They laughed, they had minor arguments, but they were all worth it. Their friendship is strong and she wasn’t going to allow some manager break them apart again this time.

She listened to what Meiko had to see. The pink head couldn’t help but to suppress a light chuckle. Of course she was going to buy some booze! That was probably one of the things that Meiko for want to look for! Then she listened to her second part and placed a finger on her chin thoughtfully.

“Yeah of course I can help.”

Luka nodded and followed Meiko. Meiko was right, people were staring, and it was in fact too awkward for her to handle anyways. Well, hopefully Meiko doesn’t get drunk on the first night she returns to the academy. 

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So, Luka's managers wanted to pull her back into the scene. Sounded like all of the 'loid family were getting called in for a song or two. Or three. Meiko would have to find Len once she got back to the school. If the brunette and the pinkette had songs to run over the break, it would've made sense for the blonde to have to do the same thing. Didn't matter how much they sang, since Miku'd always come out on top. A sad fact of the vocalife. Sure, little miss teal hair had talent, but Meiko was there first. She didn't mind sharing the spotlight, but having it taken from her was a different story.

But that was all in the past now. Right now, Meiko's focus was on finding some quality liquor to down tonight. Her friend should have expected that from the beginning. It was rare to find the performer without a bottle of booze on her person, the only true exceptions being when she went out to buy more. No one liked to be around her during alcohol shortages. The last time that happened, Meiko had said some things that she didn't mean, tore up half of the house, and... Well, you get the idea.

The brunette kept on walking along, glad that her friend had decided to stop standing around and keep her company.

"They got to ya', too, huh? Hope they didn't wear ya' out. Next time they call ya' ta' pop in for a little bit, tell 'em ta' go screw themselves."

"Hell, enough about that shit. I'm just warnin' ya' now, you're helping me carry all of the booze I buy."

With any luck, they'd be drinking some of the booze that Meiko bought by the end of this whole thing. Which would eventually lead to rewatching that movie, and scaring the shit out of Luka. Damn, did the brunette like that idea.

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A large and stupid grin came across her face as soon as Meiko turned around. It really was her! Luka was so happy, but immediately she collected herself and only reserved to chuckling and clearing her throat due to embarrassment. Well, Meiko was right on the spot when she said that Luka missed her. She really did, but it was a good thing that she was back again. Hopefully they can reserve to having some regular rendezvous this time around. The only thing the two of them ever done last time was watch a horror movie and they didn’t even finish that! Or, Luka fell asleep under the influence of Meiko’s booze.

“Jeez Meiko, you never even told me where you were going before you left,” Luka sighed slightly. In all honesty, she was slightly disappointed and maybe even a little angry about it back then. It was almost as if she had disappeared from her so suddenly and what the pink head thought about didn’t matter to her. But no more worries, she’s back and hopefully she’ll stay all the way now.

“But all that matters is that you’re back now, welcome back,” she grinned before patting the other woman’s shoulder affectionately. Then something came across her head: What was Meiko doing here in the first place? Luka had an errand to run, but that could be set aside for another day.

“Speaking of which, what are you doing here? Have you even moved into your room yet?”

Yep, Luka, nosy as ever. She would never stop asking questions or stop being a perfectionist. Some people thought she had OCD or something along those lines, but she was surprisingly sane. Her errand wasn’t anything special; it was just to do a quick checklist on the whereabouts of the teachers of the music department. She could complete that any other day.

She shifted awkwardly before looking around her. There were people staring at her and Luka flushed a little before coughing to reassure herself. It must have been because she cried fairly loudly. Wow this is embarrassing.

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Ah, the elated feeling of running into someone you didn't think you'd see for a while was most certainly mutual. Meiko had previously estimated that it would've been at least a week before she ran into her old friend. What a pity. The brunette was planning on surprising Luka by popping in while she was teaching a class. Goodness knows how that could have turned out. Ah, that opportunity had left as quickly as it never came.

"...Yeah, thought I shoulda' told ya' I was leavin'. Didn't have much time ta' get in touch with ya', seein' as how th' managers wanted me ta' make a few appearances in their new productions. Somethin' about bein' there for th' old fans who missed hearin' my voice. Can't believe they were serious about it, too. They fuckin' kicked me out before, and then they come crawlin' back ta' me. Feels good."

"But I sure as hell wasn't gonna stay there forever. I'd miss ya' too much. Heh. It's real nice ta' be back, anyway."

Meiko welcomed the brief contact with her pink haired friend, another smile forming indirect approval. If this was the way her sudden departure and reappearance would be taken, the performer might have to take these little getaways more often. Just knowing that there was someone waiting for her to get back, even if it was her best friend, meant that she was doing something right.

Luka's next few questions could easily have been anticipated. Simple ones that still managed to display concern. Even better, they reminded the brunette of what she was supposed to be accomplishing. Meiko would have to remember to buy some tuna for the pinkette later.

"What I'm doin', huh? I'm out here tryin' ta find a place that sells booze, that's what I'm doin', Luka. Actually movin' back into my new place can wait for later. You can help me with that, can't ya?"

"C'mon, walk with me, kiddo. People are starin', and I ain't got all day ta get my fix."

She turned around and began walking right back in the direction she had been previously, beckoning for Luka to follow after. Ain't nothing wrong with walking around the city with your best friend, right?