Dew Drops, don't drops...

Hi there! My name is...well that would depend on who you are...but for now you may call me sylvia, Sylvia Mitsuki. I'm a sixth year Ravenclaw who may or may not have a score to settle....

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Shima || Bad Blood

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To be nervous in a situation like this was understandable, but she couldn’t allow those nerves to get the better of her. Cora had to keep a cool head, ensuring that her judgment wouldn’t be impaired by any sort of panic. She had already dressed for the occasion in black clothes that didn’t constrict her movements, and all that was left was to wait for the other girl to meet her. So while she waited in the guest room of the Mitsuki estate, she took it upon herself to find a sense of peace. Meditation was something Abby had taught her when she had first moved in, and years of practice had turned it into a very effective use of her time. The waters of her mind stilled as she sat on the floor with her eyes closed, steady deep breaths allowing her muscles to relax. There was plenty to worry about in regards to what she and Sylvia were soon to do, but giving in to anxiousness wouldn’t do either of them any good.

The sound of footsteps pulled her back to the moment and she opened her eyes, drawing a deep breath. It was time. Pressing her lips together, she stood and made her way to the door, glancing down to ensure that the dagger she had hidden in her boot wasn’t in a position to hurt her. If or when it became necessary, she planned to use her wand. But should things go awry, she needed something else, just in case. Sliding open the door, she stepped into the hallway with Sylvia. “I’m ready,” she told her, steeling her nerves and summoning her confidence. “Lead the way.”

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She summoned their brooms and together they raced through the night towards their destination. She flew silently, checking over her shoulder every now and again to see if Cora was still there. She wouldn't have blamed her if she decided to back out but she had to admit that having someone around was a comfort. 

They reached their destination, the roof of an abandoned warehouse at the very edge of the district. "This is it," she said, transfiguring her broom to be a much smaller size. "She glanced at the roof door and narrowed her eyes in grim determination, "stay close to me," she said quietly as she walked towards the door with gentle quiet yet quick steps. 

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Shima || Bad Blood

Although she was nervous her heart kept a steady pace. Silvermist slipped on the sheer black cardigan over her loose fitting black clothes. She was dressed for movement and stealth and ended up looking like a post apocalyptic movie character. She put up the hood and marched down the wooded covered walkway to the guest room where Cora was staying. There was no time to waste, with the information she had gotten form the Onna she had to move fast, Shima would only be in Ikebukuro for one more night before he dissappeared again, She had to get him now before she couldn't. 

She tapped on the sliding screen door, "Cora, it is time..." she said fiddling with the sword she had charmed to take the form of a pendant.

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WHAT?!

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Nah, it was fine. Just a bit too thought provoking for my liking.

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Okay...well, I guess I'll be off then -she shrugs and begins to walk away-

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-reading in a Tokyo book store-

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Silvermist | Selfie

The owl came with the information from the Onna landed on the bamboo walkway outside the sliding doors to the interior courtyard of the Mitsuki estate. The white and blue sleeping kimono she wore had worked it's way open at her chest and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from her unrestfull sleep as well as the heat hanging in the air. She sighed and rolled from her sleeping position onto her knees and stood to walk soundlessly to the letter which had been deposited faithfully by the black bird.

She broke the wax seal and sighed as she read the list of names and locations. There were seven men left from the priesthood of the brotherhood of the pure hearts, the cult to which she once belonged so many years ago...the people who still held the shackles she wore on her wrists clear as day. In the form of scars and ruined psyche they owned her. They had been her family or at least she thought they had been once upon a time, now she was only all to pleased to bite off the hand that once fed her.

Shima, Renji, Akatsuki, Bishamon, Daichi, Kyouya, Tamiki...and him, the one who started it all...Akhito. She didn't know their family names, they left them behind when they began what they started, their destiny of doom, doom to be delivered by the hands of Silvermist. She was neither Sylvia or Kasumi, she was fairly certain she was beyond any of that, they had stolen from her humanity and now she was Silvermist.

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WHAT?!

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Well look at this kid, gettin’ all existential on me.

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Are you not pleased with my answer?

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WHAT?!

"Woah woah woah! Hold up— its August, already?! Where did Summer go?!”

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The past silly, where all memories go.

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Going Back || Cora and Sylvia

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Much like herself, Sylvia didn’t appear one to talk about her problems with others, but Cora was glad that she had put the offer out there, just in case. If anything, it might help just to know that she didn’t have to be alone. “Yeah, of course,” she offered her a small but brief smile. Glancing over to make sure that they weren’t standing in anyone’s way, she continued, lowering her voice. “Do your parents know what you plan to do here?”

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"The people..my family I mean," she started and began again. Sighing she shook her head, "My foster family does not know." she said at last. She knit up her brows, "please understand, these people have been very kind and generous to me but...they...we don't feel like a family." Not that I would know what a family even is, she added in her head. "I care about them...but I do not usually refer to them as my parents."

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Summer Blues

*sigh* Counting down the days until I can return to classes… It’s not that I do not like the summer, but rather, I find a certain elderly man in my household to be QUITE unsavoury!

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Oh dear, well I myself am missing school quite a bit, although I am not certain I will make it back this coming year.

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Going Back || Cora and Sylvia

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The girl’s truthfulness didn’t catch Cora off guard, and she wondered briefly if it should have. To be honest, the two of them hadn’t known each other very long at all. Yet here they were, traveling to a foreign country with the possibility that they might die. Not exactly how most conventional friendships began, but oddly enough, Cora found herself trusting Sylvia more than any ‘friend’ she had made before, despite not knowing much about her.

She watched Sylvia pull at the edges of her sleeves and cross her arms, and everything clicked. It was clear that she wasn’t grasping for sympathy, but Cora couldn’t help it when her heart ached a bit for her. When the other girl continued, she listened closely. “Of course,” she nodded her understanding. A beat of silence passed before she hesitantly spoke again. “Sylvia, I know we met under…odd circumstances, but,” she paused, trying to figure out how to word what she wanted to say. “If you ever need, you know, someone to talk to— a friend, I’m actually fairly decent at that sort of thing,” she offered her a small but sad smile.

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Sylvia nodded, although she was still unsure of whether or not she would take her up on her offer. She trusted Cora, she really did, Sylvia was a trusting person by nature but she wasn't the sort of person who liked to burden others with the sorts of things that weighed on her heart. "Thank you Cora-chan," she said quietly....

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Going Back || Cora and Sylvia

[corathefish]

Admittedly, Cora was a little nervous about traveling to Japan with Sylvia. For years she had considered the possibility of taking action against the men who had ruined her life, and she was finally taking the first step in doing so. It wasn’t until she met Sylvia’s family at the airport that everything truly began to sink in. This was really happening. Before, she had considered the small chance that this trip would dissuade her from seeking out the men who killed her parents, but with each passing moment, that possibility was growing slimmer. Sylvia was living proof that it was possible to take your fate into your own hands, and she was heading into this situation with the hope that she would come out of it and do just that. 

Cora tried her best to keep a calm demeanor as they began their flight. She hadn’t traveled out of the country since the day she had entered it, seven years ago. In attempt to ignore the paranoia that she had grown unfortunately used to, she focused her attention on the people around her. She sat a row behind of Sylvia and her family, and next to an older couple who had managed to fall asleep before the plan had even taken off. She contemplated taking a short nap as well, but knew that she wouldn’t be successful in doing so and instead opted to read the book she had brought along. In silence, she sat back and tried to dive into the book, but it wasn’t long before her thoughts were drifting again. Since that night in the forest, she hadn’t been able to shake the curiosity she harbored in regards the the girl sitting in front of her. It wasn’t any of her business, nor should it be, but she couldn’t seem to stop wondering. Her parents seemed nice enough, so that wasn’t the problem. But what was it that Sylvia needed to do, then? The seat belt sign clicked off and she sighed, sliding the book back into her bag and standing up. Not wanting to get too fidgety from sitting still for so long, she made her way down to the restrooms, letting out a quiet groan when she noticed the occupied sign. After a moment of hesitation, she turned around to head back to her seat, when she bumped into someone. “Oof,” she stumbled back slightly before regaining her balance and looking up. “Oh, Sylvia,” she smiled, “Sorry about that— you caught me by surprise,” her smile faltered when she noticed the look on the other girl’s face. “Hey…are you all right?”

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Sylvia blinked a few times as she registered who she had bumped into. Noticing her sleeves she frantically pulled them down to cover her wrists and sighed in relief. She wasn't afraid of Cora's judgement but rather the judgement of the people around her. "No," she answered truthfully, "but I never expected I would...I have not been okay for awhile." She hadn't meant to seek sympathy or understanding, just to state a fact, a reality of being in the sort of situation she was. "When we touch down there is something I must do alone..." she said with a sigh, crossing her frail looking arms across her chest. "I hope you know that it is not because I do not trust you...it is just a highly um...personal meeting..." 

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New Friends || Selfie

Stepping off the plane her feet felt like lead, but where despair had once sat in her heart a flame was growing brighter and brighter. The sun sparkled on her raven black hair as she walked out into Tokyo. The bustle of the streets,  the smells, the sounds, it felt nostalgic but not like home. She took a deep breath in and called out to her family, "I want to do a few things before I get home, I'll see you later..." she said as she ran away with a skip at first and then a dead sprint. She needed to see that woman, the one who sold information and at one time, young children to the compound where she had once lived. She needed to do it alone and so she would.

She eventually saw it, a small, ancient looking book store, it's bright paint chipping with age, nestled between two sky scrappers. She squared her shoulders and clutched her sword that had been charmed to be a necklace. She felt small next to the vastness of the small space she was walking into. She knocked into the book shelves on either side as she made her way to the counter at the back. There she was, the "onna" 

She was known only as the onna to her clients, the woman sat there, hunched over with greying hair as she smoked her pipe. The air was charged with her wicked energy and although she wanted to turn and run, she stepped forward. 

"Hello," said the woman with a toothless smile, "and what might someone so young be coming to visit me?"

Sylvia placed her letter on the counter, "tell me what you know about the brothers and sisters of the pure hearts." she said firmly, touching her necklace awakening the sword with a bright light. She held the sword to her throat. The Onna's eyes sharpened but if she felt any fear, Sylvia wouldn't know.  

"I know who you are," she said raising an eyebrow, "I made quite a bit of profit on that compound you know..."

"I know," said Sylvia sadly, angry tears forming in her eyes, "now tell me what you know about them and you will profit with your life."

The Onna rolled her eyes, "you think you have any power over me girl?"

"I do. I have all the power in the world," she scowled, "because I believe it."

"You believe?" said the Onna with a sly grin.

"Yes, I do." she said with iron in her tone.

"This venture of yours will end you girl," the Onna said with a cackle.

"I know," said Sylvia.

The Onna's smile widened, making Sylvia sick to her stomach. "Well then," she said, "let's do this then,"

Sylvia's eyes widened, "what?" she asked incredulously.

"I'm going to help you die girly," she said with eyes smiling darkly.  

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Going Back || Pascal & Sylvia

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Pascal found her answer peculiar but he didn’t want to press on the matter and make her more uncomfortable then she already seemed. “Oh yes! My family used to own an art gallery right in the heart of Paris. But now that they don’t we just collect art pieces and keep them around the house. Plus it’s never bad to just go and see what’s around.” He said with enthusiasm. Whenever he started to talk about art he usually rambled because of how passionate he was. He didn’t see a problem wit his ramblings because being passionate was a good thing in his mind.

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Sylvia was very interested in what he was saying, he seemed to have such a unique way of life. It was almost like hearing a book spoken aloud the way everything he said seemed so surreal. It occurred to Sylvia in that moment that she went to school with some very interesting people. "That sounds lovely...I have never been to Paris, maybe some day I'll go..." she said a little wistfully, although a part of her considered she may never have the chance to. 

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-dancing in front of her dance studio-

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