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i’ve noticed a few people have followed me here, and while i’m flattered i’d like to remind everyone that i won’t be rping here anymore!
if you’d like to thread with me, please check out my new blog here.
i’ve noticed a few people have followed me here, and while i’m flattered i’d like to remind everyone that i won’t be rping here anymore!
if you’d like to thread with me, please check out my new blog here.
i’ve noticed a few people have followed me here, and while i’m flattered i’d like to remind everyone that i won’t be rping here anymore!
if you’d like to thread with me, please check out my new blog here.
i’ve noticed a few people have followed me here, and while i’m flattered i’d like to remind everyone that i won’t be rping here anymore!
if you’d like to thread with me, please check out my new blog here.
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and be kind.
so, i’m moving blogs today! i’ll be posting my new promo and reblogging it over here in a bit, and i’ll continue to reblog it for a few days so that everyone can see it. you can check out my new blog here, and i’d really appreciate it if people could reblog my promo to spread the word!
i’m more than happy to move threads over or write starters to replace old ones; i’ve also edited my relationships page so that old relationships with muses i don’t thread with anymore aren’t present, allowing those characters to get a fresh start. however, if you’d like to be re/added please just let me know! if your muse isn’t on the relationships page but we have threaded, their relationship won’t be reset unless you’d like me to.
i think that’s everything for now! i’ve had a lot of fun on this blog, but i’d like to try out a fresh, new start in the hopes of threading with more people and leaving some old things behind me. thank you all for everything, and i’m looking forward to seeing some of you again on my new blog!
Yuka nodded at what Shiori said before hearing her walk off to get a pack of ice. She then let out the breath she’d been holding. Today was turning out to be the most stressful day of her first week at this school. How had she gotten tangled up in a fight and then someone who probably knew her relation to those crimes she’d committed? Damn her curiosity!
The skater sighed and felt her nose again, realizing that it was bleeding now. “Oh great…what do I do about this?” She rummaged around in her pockets for anything that could be used as a tissue. Much to her relief, she found and pulled out a napkin. “Maybe that girl won’t notice…” Yuka murmured to herself while dabbing her blood away. She didn’t need even more trouble on top of all of this.
It didn’t take very long at all for Shiori to make her way to the nurse’s office and grab an ice pack; she had been in there many times before for both her own injuries and those of the other people she helped, so neither the nurse nor her assistant batted an eye as she asked for one. Wrapping it up in a paper towel so that it wouldn’t freeze the girl’s nose off, she hurried back to the library as quickly as she could without running, hoping that she would be alright. After all, there was only so much she could do to help--especially if she really did end up having a broken nose, something that the nurse herself would have to treat.
Of course, what she didn’t expect to see was blood; once she arrived she saw that the girl was still desperately trying to hide her face, but a bloodied napkin was crumpled in her hand, dry residue lingering beneath her nose. Her injury was much more serious than Shiori had thought, even though she admittedly had no idea how she could have broken her nose with a simple fall...perhaps she had had the injury before, and the fall had simply made it worse. Despite her burning curiosity, she held her tongue and went back over to her, holding out the ice pack for her to take while carefully attempting to avoid staring at her face. “H-Here you go,” she stammered, “If there’s anything else I can do, please, let me know...but, um...if you really are hurt, you should probably go to the nurse’s office...I wouldn’t want your injury to get any worse than it is...”
Togami watched with interest, completely focused on both listening to and watching her explanation. Bullets into the magazine, magazine into the gun, chamber a bullet, aim, fire. When she did it, it actually seemed fairly simple, but somehow he still didn’t feel that it would be right for him to fire it himself. He wasn’t frightened of the gun itself, but he wasn’t looking forward to the possible frustration of not being anywhere near his girlfriend’s level of talent. He simply had never fired one before so it stood to reason that there would be a learning period, and yet he still felt slightly uncomfortable about having Shiori–yes, even her–watching him fail. She was one of the most accepting people he had ever met, but that didn’t mean that he would be able to feel confident in failure with her here; he wanted to impress her with everything he said or did. Acting like a child would not impress anyone, least of all a girl who had been handling firearms since she was in middle school. No, he thought that perhaps he had best watch her again, or see her fire a few more weapons before he took one into his own hands, unless she thought he was ready.
“I think I understand, but perhaps you had best demonstrate firing it again? I certainly won’t get tired of seeing you at your work. And if you’d rather use a different weapon, I’d be interested to see what you choose. I’m not sure that handing someone as perfectionistic as myself a firearm without a few more demonstrations will be our best course of action, unless you’re absolutely certain that I can master it.” There, that sounded a bit convoluted, but hopefully he had gotten across what he meant to say without making a complete fool of himself…
Unfortunately, Shiori wasn’t absolutely certain that he would be able to master a gun upon first using it--nobody could, not even herself...even if her skills had still been above average when she was younger. So while she had been rather eager to see him try one out, she understood that it would be best to wait on that so that she didn’t risk upsetting him; as such, she decided to play around with her pistol a bit more, both for her own practice--not that she needed any-- and so that he could see her fire it now that he knew how it worked. She would have to make sure that she was slower this time around, more deliberate with each shot; taking a deep breath to calm the sudden onset of nerves that poked at and pierced her mind and heart, she took his hand and led him back over to the targets, making sure not to start until the slight trembling in her hands had stopped. The last thing she needed was for her anxiety to get the better of her in a situation like this--and she had handled worse, right? This was nothing...
Making sure to speak before he had put his earmuffs back on, she said, “While aiming for the bullseye is a good way to improve your accuracy, it’s not always what is needed for the task at hand...oftentimes you’ll want to aim for the head or arms, as the former will take out a target instantaneously and the latter will only injure them, in case you need them alive. The difference is more than a matter of life or death for the the target themselves...sometimes a hostage is involved, or sometimes a bomb or other weapon is enabled and only the target knows how to stop it. You have to be ready for anything...and, well...just aiming for the bullseye can get a bit boring, really...”
Satoshi almost yawned just from hearing what she had been writing about. He had always much preferred science over history. Her topic was bound to be 10x more boring than this. Or well, that was just his opinion.
The woodcarver was floored by her kindness. To offer to help him after spending so much of the night on her own boring piece? She had to be a saint.
“I couldn’t imagine making you stay up for me! Why I’d probably bore you to tears…if you’re not at that point already.”
“And I’d want to repay you in some way if I did keep you up any later.”
Yes, Shiori was exhausted--but that certainly wouldn’t stop her from helping someone in need. While she was doing her best to practice taking care of and putting herself first, when it came down to it she really wasn’t that tired, and it wouldn’t make much of a difference if she stayed up for a few minutes more at this point. Besides, it couldn’t hurt if she made exceptions every now and then, and she was sure that science and frogs would be infinitely more interesting than the period of history she had just written about--not that she didn’t like history, but the Meiji Restoration had been beaten over her head too many times to count, and she was frankly quite tired of the whole thing. Really, now that she thought about it there was nothing to lose, and everything to gain...
“It really wouldn’t be any trouble at all...and I really don’t think anything could be as boring as the paper I just wrote,” she smiled, trying to resist the urge to giggle--she didn’t know what exactly she found funny or why, but perhaps she was simply so tired that everything had a tinge of amusement to it. “And you really wouldn’t have to repay me...I enjoy helping people, so just knowing that you would be able to finish up your work would be enough for me...”
“Um…”
Yuka thought about her next course of action for a moment. She didn’t want this girl to see her, OR any nurse for that matter. She could handle whatever was thrown her way, no sweat! But…her recently broken nose WAS throbbing and the offer of ice was just too enticing.
“Um…ice would be good I guess.”
Yuka decided to slowly get up and just face away from her fellow student. While her prior position had been one of the most uncomfortable ones she’d ever been in, she also wanted to check her nose. If she had to set it AGAIN she would be majorly pissed.
The only explanation for why this girl was so hesitant to get up was that she was embarrassed, and she didn’t want anyone to see her after she had tripped and fallen on her face--and it made perfect sense to Shiori, who didn’t try to question it at all even if she was still a bit confused. She wasn’t going to force her to get up or do anything, so when she began to move on her own she was careful to look away a bit after catching a glimpse of her face and what looked to be a broken nose--her injuries were definitely more serious than she had claimed, then. She had best hurry before things became even worse...
“Um, alright...I’ll go get some, then,” she nodded, trying to avoid staring at the girl as she stood up, ready to go and ready to help. However, her paperwork still weighed heavily on her mind so she went back over to her computer and saved the documents, closing them before coming back to her side. “I’ll try to be as fast as I can, so please, wait here...don’t try to move too much if anything hurts, and please let me know if you need anything else...”
And with that, she went off to the nurse’s office, unable to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She would be alright, wouldn’t she?
there’s no CRIME in being KIND.
She was too sweet, wasn’t she? To think that she could openly say how she felt like that, and didn’t think that anything could make her feel otherwise. Perhaps ignorance was bliss and perhaps she was correct; only time would tell. He closed his eyes to steady himself for a moment, strangely relieved by the loss of sensory input from his vision; perhaps his neural-net was becoming a bit overstimulated by the stressful situation. To make him more lifelike, he had been programmed to respond to stress with symptoms that imitated adrenaline; sometimes that was helpful, but when it came to more ‘human’ moments like this it became a nuisance. Hopefully he would be able to get his point across to Shiori without scaring her too much–he could already hear her heart racing, and his sensors had already indicated that her temperature had gone up. Signs of nervousness, and of infatuation…Thankfully he had talked with Maman beforehand and she had helped him talk through this before moving forward. She was far more sensitive than he was to Shiori’s feelings, despite his best efforts to learn from experience. Etiquette told him that he couldn’t exactly ask Shiori what she was feeling, so he had to just jump in, and hope she would tell him herself…
“Shiori, I’m not human,” he began, “I never have been, and I can never be. My father entered me into the family competition as a test of his scientist’s abilities. Of course I was able to surpass all of them with hardly any effort, despite receiving all the same lessons and tests…I am, after all, an android.” There, he had said it. With the worst of it over, he felt able to open his eyes again, although it frightened him to look at her vivid green eyes and see her reaction.
Despite having accomplished the initial reveal, it lacked explanation of how, and what exactly being a mechanical man entailed. Strangely, despite all his planning and careful consideration, he still wasn’t sure where to begin his deeper explanation. At a loss for any other way, he decided to start with his engineering. “I have all the parts a human would, a pump in place of a heart, a mechanical brain, even veins and bones. I can do anything that a normal person would; I can eat, run, play sports, have children…But I felt that you needed to know the truth before we pass a point of no return in our relationship. To let you continue to love me, not knowing what I am, would be cruel, and I care for you far too much to hurt you that way.”
Was Shiori shocked at this sudden revelation? Yes--saying otherwise would be lying, and no matter how polite and composed she was she still couldn’t help the hand that flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp or the widening of her eyes, the truth presented before her something she had only read about in fiction. She had no idea how any of this was possible, and admittedly the thought of wires running beneath the surface of his skin rather than veins was nearly enough to make her shudder...yet, her feelings didn’t change one bit. Human or not, he was still the same person he had always been, right? In fact, this helped her understand him better, helped her understand why he had so much trouble with both his feelings and emotions. All this time he had been trying his best--so why would she leave him now, when he needed her more than ever...?
Taking a deep breath before she spoke, she tried her best to calm her nerves, not only for her own sake but for his as well. “U-Um, well...thank you, for telling me this...I’m just glad that you decided to. But...it still doesn’t change anything, even if it’s not what I expected...I still love you for who you are, and I’ll still love you for what you are, too...you’ve done so much for me, and I want to help you in any way I can, so...it really doesn’t make a difference to me. You...you still love me despite my scars, right? And...you’re still you, right...?”
The last few words that flowed from her mouth faltered, and she quickly closed it so as to not make either of them more nervous than they already were; she thought that vocalizing her emotions would help, but now she just felt silly. After all, she wasn’t the one who needed reassuring right now--telling your girlfriend that you were an android was most likely much more stressful, and if there was anything at all she could do to make it easier for him she would. However, she still didn’t quite understand what difference it made, and she was eager to hear more about him even if she was slightly unsettled; hopefully understanding him better would only serve to improve their relationship, and as silly as it sounded she was actually a bit excited to see what seemed like a plot from a book or a movie play out. Perhaps reality really was stranger than fiction, after all...
He knew exactly how she felt in terms of boring papers as this was not his first late night session in the library. He rubbed his eyes and stretched in order to avoid visiting the realm of dreams.
“I don’t mind at all. It was also really boring though…just a paper on the differences between two types of frogs for biology. What about your boring paper?” He said softly.
He felt a little bad. Was he keeping her up by talking to her like this? She looked like she needed a good nights sleep, especially after working so hard and staring at a screen all day. And now that he thought about it, maybe he should get some sleep too…but that probably wouldn’t be the case tonight. While this paper wasn’t due for another week, he was going to be pretty busy after this and didn’t want to risk not finishing this paper.
‘I guess this will just be another very late night.’
“By the way…I’m not bothering you am I? I apologize if so, you do look really tired.”
As the boy rubbed his eyes and stretched Shiori barely resisted the urge to do the same, instead covering another yawn that slipped past her lips. Just the very thought of being able to rest easily after finishing her last assignment was enough to make her want to fall asleep right then and there; now that she didn’t have any work for a few days if not a week, she could do whatever she wanted to--and after some sleep, she would finally be able to start the new novel she had picked up at the bookstore the last time she visited the mall as well as spend some more time with her friends and boyfriend, all of who had been busy as well. Hopefully this boy would be able to do the same soon...
“Well, ah...my paper was on the Meiji Restoration, for history...it wasn’t exactly an interesting topic, either...” she trailed off, smiling a bit sheepishly. However, when he apologized she quickly shook her head; she had had much longer nights before, and she wanted to reassure him that she didn’t mind talking to him in the least--especially since it was a worry she often had herself when she spoke to strangers. “Oh, not at all...please don’t worry about it. I actually was wondering, since I finished my work...do you need any help with yours? If you do, I’d be more than happy to find a book or look something up for you...”
He wasn’t sure how to answer–it all sounded like a good idea to him. Still, he thought he ought to see a bit more before he dared hold one of the weapons in his own hands. But which one? He wouldn’t mind seeing her use that handgun again, and perhaps move a bit slower so that he could see what was happening, but it would also be interesting to see the others. For now, he decided that it would be best to start with the handgun. “Would you try that again, a bit more slowly this time? I’d like to see how you load it and what the steps are to fire it. Unless there’s something else you’d like to show me instead, I think it would be interesting.”
How did she do it? Her aim was perfect with nearly any weapon; be it mechanical or not. Even with darts, he had once seen her get ten bulls-eyes in a row. Was it innate? Something about her eyesight and depth perception that made her extraordinarily accurate? But even that couldn’t account for the precision and absolute ease of her movements, something beyond muscle memory. She was, simply put, amazing. It was enthralling to see her at work, and bemusing trying to match that persona with this one, the sweet and cheerful girl who made it her life’s mission to make everyone else happy without a thought to her own well-being. Somehow, though, it only made her all the more wonderful to have both, and he wouldn’t give up either for the world. While other men might be looking for that ‘perfect’ wife stereotype without any substance, he was glad that Shiori was arguably a stronger person than him. Their personal strengths complemented each other perfectly, however, making for the perfect team.
She should have known he would have asked for more detail, and she only hoped that he would be patient with her as she explained; it took great skill to teach him something without him becoming impatient and indignant, though she supposed it couldn’t be too difficult to learn how to load and fire a gun since she had done so a quite the young age. Leading him back over to the table where she had placed her things, she made sure that both the gun and its bullets were in full view before she took out the magazine and lifted it up, making sure that he could see that it was empty; the easiest part would be showing him how it was done, but it would be hard to explain it in a way that was satisfactory to him without getting too confusing or technical. After all, he was a perfectionist and wouldn’t accept anything else, and this was something he might not be able to get right on the first or even the second try...
“Alright, well...first, I’ll have to load this again...this is a 9mm semi-automatic pistol, a Heckler and Koch USP...usually they’re only given to the Special Forces Group, but they gave one to me since I’m one of their best snipers,” she explained, gathering up some bullets and slipping them into the gun’s magazine, snapping it shut once she was finished--and doing it all without looking down even once, as it was second nature at this point. “Most officers carry a revolver, and I had one at first as well...but, um...I really don’t care for them much...I still have my first one if you’d like to see it some time, though. Anyway, ah...you’ll need to make sure the safety is disengaged, and then you’ll pull the top back like this”--she did so as she spoke--“and that will chamber a round, and the gun will be ready to fire. After that, you’ll just need to aim and pull the trigger...”
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Now Yuka may be one of the best roller skaters in the world but that didn’t mean she wasn’t clumsy when just walking around. In fact she was a bonafide disaster. She decided to lay there for a second and wallow in her pain and misery, groaning all the while. That is, until she heard someone talking to her.
‘Oh no…that’s not that computer girl is it? She’ll totally know who I am won’t she…’
And so, Yuka came up with a master plan: Just never get up.
“Um…yes I am fine. These books were barely pointy and I definitely got zero paper cuts. I uh…don’t think help is necessary.”
And of course, she said all of this with her face buried in a pile of books.
Emerald eyes flicking between the girl lying on the floor and the computer behind her, Shiori found herself in a quandary: as much as she wanted to help her, she also had work that needed to be done, confidential work that shouldn’t be left out in the open where anyone could see it. She also didn’t want to be overbearing, either; while she wanted to do whatever she could to make sure this girl was alright, she also didn’t want to make her uncomfortable with her motherly nature. Inhaling deeply to ground herself, she decided that the best course of action would be to ask her again, just to make sure; if she insisted that she didn’t need help she would have to take her at her word and leave her be, and go back to her own work. After all, as much as she didn’t want to admit it she needed to put herself first at times, too...
Kneeling beside the girl so that she could get a closer look at her, she couldn’t help the slight bemusement that crept into her tone as she asked, “U-Um...are you sure about that? If you don’t want to see the nurse, I could always just get you an ice pack or something...I--I mean, ah...I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to, but...I also want to make sure you’re alright...”
Atsuko was fully prepared for the lovely task of attempting to clean up a sticky drink, sleep deprived, and having almost never done it before. In fact, she had only mopped something up by herself maybe once or twice back home and since coming to the school she hadn’t had to clean anything up. It wasn’t that she was exceptionally good at cleanliness (if anything she was a bit above average), it was just that she didn’t feel confident enough in cleaning something up to the level it should be.Which was why she was surprised to see that black haired girl who had startled her get paper towels and begin to clean up Atsuko’s mess. She even got wet ones and soaped them up to clean up the stickiness!
Looking at the girl with slightly parted lips and a wide eyed expression, she looked the other over. She seemed upset at herself which was understandable, she had just partially caused her to drop her energy drink on the floor. However, wasn’t it kind of both of their faults? They were both tired, probably, and they were both not paying attention to their surroundings very well. In an act that was very unlike herself, Atsuko put on a slightly annoyed expression. Why didn’t this girl let her clean up the mess herself? It was her spill! She should have cleaned it up! When the other began to speak, she noticed her expression slip up and immediately set her face back to its happy default look.
“It’s really okay. You and I both did not see each other. We both startled the other so we’re both at fault! Don’t worry about it. As for the energy drink, don’t worry. I have a whole pack up in my room for late nights. If you really want to make it up to me, if that liquid in your thermos has a high caffeine content and/or is incredibly strong, can you tell me what it is so I can order some from somewhere? I’m always looking for new late night solvers.”
Many a time had passed when people had told Shiori not to worry, and many a time she had had passed when she had tried to take their advice and failed miserably--and this time wasn’t any different. While an apologetic smile slipped onto her lips, quivering slightly, she still couldn’t help the utter embarrassment she felt; if she hadn’t turned around so suddenly, if she had put the lid on the thermos, if she had simply been more careful...none of this would have happened, and perhaps the two girls simply would have seen each other in the kitchen and waved, perhaps striking up a simple conversation about how tired they each were. Granted, there was still a chance that things could go in that direction, but as it was now Shiori simply wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out; her anxiety was getting the best of her again, and she need to calm down and ground herself. A few deep breaths combined with the girl’s gentle words helped, and she was able to speak once more--but she also knew that if things went badly she would need to get out of this situation as quickly as possible, and luckily enough she could use the thermos as an excuse.
“If you’re sure...I really wouldn’t mind at all,” she insisted, not wanting to come off as overbearing yet wanting her to know that she really was willing to make it up to her, that she wasn’t just doing it just to be nice--even if she wanted to be seen as such. However, when it came to her question...she hesitated, unsure what to say. To be honest, she wouldn’t wish this disgusting drink on anyone, but she didn’t want to lie or avoid answering after the mistake she had made; in the end she decided to be honest, though she couldn’t help a grimace as she said, “This? I, um...I would actually advise against drinking it, unless you like really bitter coffee...it’s Luwak, and it’s actually for my boyfriend...”