Moving Poetry

"Ah yes, how lovely... ...I was talking about the story, not you." Roleplay blog for Mari Yanagi, affiliated with TDE Status: Alive

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Greenwing? || Mari || Freetime || Closed for Hideo

[silkenflight]

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“If you mean, um, the… the devil’s snare then… no, I don’t think it is. Th-that’s a dangerous plant so it’s probably in one of the higher level greenhouses, if at all.” Hideo remembers quite a few snippets from the books, thanks to multiple re-reading sessions with his little siblings, and that happens to be one of them. He’s definitely grateful that there’s nothing dangerous in here- it makes it a much more pleasant place to spend some time.

Mari’s next words stun him as surely as a petrificus totalus would, though. Hideo can only stare at her for a moment. What? She was happy she got executed? That can’t be true, not at all. Especially not with the way it had happened… and hadn’t she heard anything he’d just said about her not deserving it?

“I-I, um, I mean I’m… I’m glad you’re not t-technically dead, but I still really don’t think you deserved that…” Hideo didn’t think anyone deserved death or torture. It’s not like it solved anything, or made anything better. Executing Mari hadn’t brought Tropi-co back to life, just like executing Lydinyk hadn’t brought Sonoe back to life. It didn’t erase the pain they’d gone through. It was all just… cruel and pointless.

“Um, y-yeah that’s right, sorry, we never really met outside the trials… but I did learn your name in them, um, mine is Hideo Nakano, though I guess you knew that too… i-it’s nice to meet you properly as well!” Hideo steps back and bows politely. Nobody bows anymore, really, it’s a pretty outdated formality, but for some reason Hideo feels like he should right now.

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“No, I mean the daisies. Of course I mean the devil’s snare. The good news is that I can go into  those greenhouses, the bad is that I’m fucking dead.”

This was all said with a completely straight face and an airy tone, as if Mari was talking about nothing more than the weather or a passing butterfly. But then again, with Mari, talking about the weather was a more or less unheard-of affair. She simply scratched at the back of her head, listening to him talk. After the horror star finished, she gave him the stiffest and most awkward bow possible, extending a hand before appearing to change her mind and withdraw it.

“I didn’t? Really, now? I steal for fun and profit, I kill someone in cold blood, and you don’t think I deserve it? And I suppose the criminals that I handed over to the police didn’t deserve it, either. Like it or not, I’m sort of dead. Half dead, I guess. Rant aside, you’re...hmm...”

Mari tapped her chin pensively, making eye contact with him. She had seen this individual before, hadn’t she? And not from the simulation, either. And then it hit her like a bough of the Whomping Willow. Aha.

“You were in that movie, Deep Glub or something, weren’t you? I liked it, you actually managed to scare me. Congratulations. Though admittedly, the special effects were sort of off.”

Now she was just making stuff up. Way to be pretentious, Mari. Nice.

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Notice

So, uh

My laptop is essentially frozen, and it can’t work anymore. My Skype, along with several other files are on that computer, and I have no idea if and when I can get a new laptop/repair the old one. I definitely cannot use Skype for the foreseeable future, and I don’t really have the money to buy a new one. I also need that computer for my work, so it’s important that I have something functional.

I’m probably going to attempt to get a computer repairman’s help, but for now, there’s no way I can get on it. I might also try opening sprite commissions, if anybody would like to purchase them.

I’m sorry if this is complainy, but I’m legitimately scared, considering other things that are happening in real life that I’m not going to go into.

Essentially, I cannot get on Skype and I have a broken laptop that I cannot get fixed easily. That’s pretty much the situation I’m in right now.

But in the meantime, would anybody consider commissioning sprites?

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Spicaterrible || Popiko || Chapter 3 || Closed for Mari

[shslpopiko]

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Popiko giggled seeing Mari jump up like that. Was she always able to do that, or was that a ghost thing? She made a mental note to ask sometime. Ghost physics were cool enough.

“Well, you certainly could have done something! You could have let me lie for you! I was trying to protect you, Mari-sama! Geeeez.”

Ignoring that nobody would have believed either of them anyways, Popiko playfully sticks her tongue out at Mari before continuing on.

“I’m glad you missed Popiko-tan! She’s everyone’s cute kid sister, everyone should miss her! Ohhhh! And that’s right, you do owe me a favour, don’t you? I almost forgot about that, Mari-sama! How clumsy of Popiko-tan, right? Thanks for the reminder!”

Popiko brings her hand up to her chin, making a very over-exaggerated ‘hmmmm’ noise.

“Well, Popiko-tan was gonna ask if she could touch your boobs again, but now you’re dead, so I can’t. What a bummer! And here I thought I’d finally get some skinship with a cute girl, nya!”

Holy crap.

“Well, how about instead, you haunt somebody for Popiko-tan? Just for a couple of hours! She has someone who… Needs a reminder to stay in line.”

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It took a while for Mari to truly settle down, but once she did, the journalist was calm. She simply kept her head tilted, and the journalist gave as best a yawn as she could, pretending that she had not, in fact, just been three feet up in the air. 

“I simply didn’t want you to make the situation any worse than it already was. I know how to pick my bat...”

Well, it appears that her complaints and explanations fell on deaf ears. Mari gave a small shook of her head, listening to Popiko speak. Ah yes, the favour. There it was again.

“Unfortunately, I think that any boob-touching will have to wait. I can make an attempt, but you’ll have to use your imagination. I don’t think that you’ll get the full effect with spectral breasts, but it is still something.”

This was said with a completely straight face, and the journalist only betrayed a blink or two as her entire emotional expression. Well, it appeared that death didn’t take everything away.

“Anyways, who do you want me to haunt? Tell me, and I will see what I can do. Fair enough, that sounds like a good favour.”

Well, then. At least she upheld promises.

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Spicaterrible || Popiko || Chapter 3 || Closed for Mari

Popiko, with her goldfish-like attention span, was already bored. She’s in a magical video game with people dying left and right, and somehow she’s still not entertained by it all. 

Thinking about something to do, Popiko realized she still hadn’t spoken to any ghosts yet! She wondered if it would be any different than talking to a living person? So, with that in mind, she decided to try and find Mari. Sure, she could have looked for old Unpronounceable Name, but Popiko was quite certain that he wasn’t quite as fun as Mari would be.

As luck would have it, it didn’t take her all that long to find who she was looking for. Considering how fast she was sprinting around the castle, it wasn’t all that unthinkable, however. Approaching the newly-dead girl from behind, Popiko gave away her position by giggling.

"Fufufufu! Mariiii-sama, hello! The terribly cute Popiko-tan missed you while you were busy being dead! Which you’re still doing, I guess. But anyways, did you miss her? You totally did, right?"

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The recently-executed journalist was busy doing nothing. Well, what seemed like nothing to the casual observer, but she was, as a matter of fact, deeply contemplative of her newfound existence. 

Mari walked around listlessly, her head in the metaphorical clouds, much more focused on the metaphysical than any of her new surroundings. She already had enough of that with the other two people she talked to. More than enough, actually, who knew trying to be nice was such hard work? 

Walking around was also harder than it probably should have been, and the ex-journalist’s pace slowed until she was fully stopped. She closed her eyes, frowning, and Mari rubbed her temples with a hand. At least it was peaceful...

Well, peaceful until the sudden interloper made herself known. Starting and leaping about two feet into the air, Mari turned around and saw... Popiko? Well, that worked out nicely. Floating back down to the ground, she faced the background dancer, tilting her head and listening to the other girl speak.

“Popiko... Hello. Well, I’m sorry I was dead, but I couldn’t really do anything about that, now could I? But anyways, erm... I guess I missed you, and it’s nice to see you again, ne? I still owe you a favour, don’t I?”

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Phoenix || Mari || Ch. 3 Start || Open

[lydinyk2]

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Lydinyk seemed to shake his head quickly in response to Mari’s offer.

“No, No, that won’t be necessary. I don’t particularly care much for the details of your death…”

Good. At least there’s one thing he’s not going to pester about.

“That’s all just semantics, Yanagi-san. I may have started this conversation, but you’re the one continuing it. That’s still associating. Whether it be out of politeness or not- So for what it matters, I win.”

“The flick though, Hmm… For now, let’s just say it’s for letting me win so easily. Okay?~ Seriously. I didn’t expect my victory against you to feel so hollow.”

There actually does seem to be a hint of sadness in his voice as he says the last part. But his tone quickly returns to normal.

“Also, I’d honestly prefer just Lyd, if that’s easy enough? But you can call me whatever you want.”

He shrugs. Turning his back to her and pacing forward a couple of steps.  

“As for why I’m bothering you… Who knows? It could be any number of reasons for what it matters. I mean, you did challenge me, saying you wouldn’t acknowledge me, and I think that’s grounds enough. Don’t you agree?”

Lyd turns around and smiles. For once, for a brief moment, it seems almost genuine, but quickly changes as his gaze drifts curiously towards the ceiling.

“So, enough about me for now. What do you plan to do? About making yourself a better person, that is.”

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“Whatever. Whatever. Fine. I’ll spare you the details, then. And I’m simply continuing because it’s polite. Semantics aside, you insinuated it, and I’m holding by that. Okay? Okay. And stop with that, I don’t think this was ever a co...”

Mari’s eyes narrowed even further, and she gave him as flat an expression as she could. This was going well.

“...Excuse me? Let me repeat this once more. It isn’t a game. Well, it is, but not that sort of game. Hmmph. Anyways.”

A brief look to the side followed.

“I’m not surprised it felt hollow. I’d say the same about you, but... I believed you’d be taken to some prison instead of, you know, executed? And perhaps I did feel guilt after the fact, who knows? Well, I do, but that’s besides the point. And, as a friendly reminder, I did it on my own terms. I allowed myself to be killed, and myself and only myself to choose when I would die. Oh, I could have escaped if I hadn’t been so stupid, but I didn’t...”

The ex-phantom thief gave him a pointed look. Was he... seriously upset? Well, that topic was glanced over quickly enough. Mari mentally shrugged and decided to focus on his next point

“Rid. Lyd. However you pronounce that. What even is up with your name, anyways? I haven’t seen anything like it, and that’s saying a lot. Seriously.”

Her attention was back on the storyteller now, and Mari brushed her bangs to the side, blinking in her usual lazy fashion.

“And, for the record, I don’t really care what you call me. Mari. Yanagi. Maya. I don’t care, seriously. But I guess you’re right about the prounciation. Lyd rolls more easily off of the tongue, so who am I to complain? At least it’s shorter than Fuckboy.”

Mari’s face was still one of wood, and she continued blinking at him. What was he doing now? Leaving? Oh.

“Off so soon? But I thought you enjoyed bothering me. In any extent, I believe we’re all wrong sometimes. I was wrong. I fully admit that, and...”

Her speech was cut short by his next question, and she was slightly caught off-guard. Not in the least by the smile. Several more thoughts went running through her head, and the journalist sighed before responding.

“Well, I’m making a genuine effort to be polite for one. I am also attempting to work on being patient. What about you, didn’t you say you were a revolutionary or something?”

A small smile appeared on her own face, and she stared at him. Well, his back, more accurately.

“So. Why don’t you educate me in being polite, if you seem to know so much? Or, at least, I assume that you do. After all, perhaps you can make yourself bearable doing something productive.”

Nice.

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Greenwing? || Mari || Freetime || Closed for Hideo

[silkenflight]

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Meanwhile, after fun Hogsmeade adventures with Eri, Hideo has also mostly recovered. Mostly. Honestly the events of the trial and execution are probably going to haunt him for a long time… not least because he is now apparently being quite literally haunted by Mari. Unintentionally maybe, but there she is, and for a moment Hideo is too stunned from seeing her to speak. Naturally he hadn’t forgotten that ghosts were a thing here, that fact was a little too major to just slip someone’s mind, but it’s still a shock to see them.

The noise Mari hears is Hideo setting down a potted plant as he tries to figure out what to do or say- should he leave her alone? She isn’t looking at him and it wasn’t like they’d been close or anything, they’d never even spoken before the trial. But he does want to talk to her, even if he isn’t sure about the exact wording…

“O-oh, um,” And she’s talked to him first. Hideo straightens up again, staring at her with wide eyes, and then realizes he’s being rude and quickly clears his throat and tries again. “Hello Yanagi-san, I-I was just looking at the plants, um, seeing what was in here…” Hufflepuffs may be great finders, but they still had to actually look in order to find things. After a brief pause, he hurriedly continues.

“I-I’m really sorry! I mean, a-about… what happened to you, a-and what I said right before… i-it was harsh, wasn’t it? I sh-shouldn’t have said that, not right before you…” Hideo cuts off to keep himself from going into a full on ramble, and tries to wipe at his suddenly teary eyes. Dammit why is he such a crybaby? “A-anyway I’m… I’m sorry… I still think what you did was wrong, b-but you didn’t deserve what happened…”

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Mari felt as if she was rooted to the spot. Literally. As if she was a plant and couldn’t move out of the pot. The journalist simply looked around her to try to find some sort of distraction to off-awkward the situation, but it was proving hard. You see one plant, you see them all. Eventually, she simply gave up and turned her focus to Hideo and his plant again, finally managing to move out of the pot and into empty space. 

It would still be rude to leave, even if she was starting to have fading reservations about doing just that. The ex-phantom thief simply looked at him nervously, though with far less reserve than earlier. She simply listened as he spoke, and her shoulders slumped as she did so.

“Hello. Yes. I can see that you were looking at the plants, I was also looking at the plants. Just a few seconds ago, actually. I wonder if that one plant’s in here, you know.”

She made an awkward twisting motion with her hands before the journalist gave up, her hands falling to her sides. Simply choosing to listen to him, Mari blinked and her expression fell once more as he continued talking. Memories from her execution began filtering through her head, and Mari’s face fell even further. No. No. She wouldn’t let this happen to her.

“It’s fine. Yeah. Don’t worry about it, seriously, I’m happy I got executed, actually. Not happy with how over the top it was, but still. I sort of deserved it, didn’t I? Well, it’s over now, and I’m here and not technically dead.”

If Mari wasn’t so sullen, she would have perhaps offered some words of comfort, but for now, she simply put on a more cheerful expression. Well, relatively cheerful, especially for her.

“Well, that aside, hello. I don’t think we met before, shit... I’m Mari, but you knew that, right? Of course. I guess it’s nice to meet you.”

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Phoenix || Mari || Ch. 3 Start || Open

[lydinyk2]

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Her reaction was- Well, not quite what he expected, but being a ghost himself he understood it was physically possible. To be completely honest, he was expecting more of a natural reaction. Perhaps seeing her fall out of her seat backwards. That would have been humorous, but no. He wasn’t here just to mess with her. He shook his head slowly.

“No, I don’t care for that answer any more, for what it matters, I only asked you earlier because I wanted to make sure I was doing the right thing…“

He looked up at her with a dumb grin on his face.

“There could be any number of reasons as to why I’m bothering you right now! For one, you deserved that.”

He makes a flicking motion in her direction, making doubly sure that she understood that was what he was talking about.

“Secondly, I believe you made a comment the last time you spoke to me… Oh, what was it now… Something along the lines of: ‘I refuse to associate with you. Au revoir, fuckboy.‘”

He really didn’t need to add on the last part. But he found it humorous, so he did. It was important to remember that last thing Mari Yanagi called him before just now was fuckboy. Pointing at her, he continued.

“What would you say you’re doing right now?”

What a cheeky little shit. There’s no way this is all he wanted to do. 

“Besides, you called me Nox just now. That has to be an improvement.“

Stop. Lyd please.

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Mari moved to sit cross-legged, alighting upon the table. She had to learn to get used to these mechanics in roughly five seconds, lest she embarrass herself again, or at least make an attempt to stay perfectly stationary. At least the storyteller didn’t seem to want to insult her because of it. Pressing her mouth into a thin line, she simply held his gaze as he spoke. Slowly, ever so slowly, it turned into an expression of surprise, and she grasped for just the right thing to use as a response.

“Fine. You were doing the right thing, and bam, I’m dead. End of story. Well, not really, but I digress.”

There were several things over the trial she wasn’t quite over, but those could wait. There were much more important things to deal with, such as the airborne grinning menace in front of her.

“No. I deserved my execution, which I will describe in excruciating detail to you if the urge hits, but flicking me? How. Please, I implore of you, tell me what that accomplishes.”

Knowing that she was likely at risk for being on the receiving end of another flick, she backed up slightly, not taking her gaze off of his face the entire time. Aaaand... the frown was back on her face.

“I still stand by that statement. Well, sort of, but... Death sort of changes your perspective. And for the record, I didn’t associate with you, you associated with me. I’m only being polite, Nox.”

And the staring continued. How did she manage to get herself into this mess in the first place? Well, she knew how, but that was irrelevant given the current situation. 

“Nox. Yes, Nox, that’s your name. It’s much simpler than fuckboy is all. Or would you prefer for me to call you Fuckboy? I can do that easily, you know.”

Finally blinking, Mari attempted to sigh with a slight amount of success.

“Why are you so interested in me, anyways? Or rather, why are you so intent on bothering me?”

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On Silent Wings - A fanmix for a reversal of the heart and the thief who stole and paid the ultimate price.

1. Detective Conan Theme - Katsuo Ohno 2. Rabbit Heart - Florence + The Machine 3. Wherever I May Roam - Metallica 4. Dirty Laundry - Don Henley 5. By the Sword - Emelie Autumn 6. Lifeless - Stolen Babies 7. I’m a Bird Motha’ F - Remix 8. The Ceremony - Dark Moor 9. Magia - AmaAmaLee Cover 10. Soleil - Lizz Cover 11. If I Burn - Emelie Autumn*

*TW for fire references

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Phoenix || Mari || Ch. 3 Start || Open

[lydinyk2]

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Well, that trial had certainly been a thing. Lyd had almost been convinced that Eri was the culprit. The execution was, well, needless to say, he didn’t care much for the over the top execution. At least his had been mostly quick. It most definitely wasn’t painless though. He could only hope to imagine how bad hers had been. 

But now what was he to do? Well, there was only one thing to do. He was gonna go find a ghost, and not the one that didn’t attend the trial. He would pester her when he got around to it. No. There was something more important to attend to, and that involved finding the ghost of Mari Yanagi.

Luckily, he didn’t have to go too far, as she hadn’t gone too far off. Finding her on the bench, he walked up to her, standing directly in front of her for a couple of seconds before-

*Flick*

He flicked her right in the forehead. Ouch. What the fuck Lyd.

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The journalist’s thoughts kept on swirling through her head, and the memories of the execution finally made their way to the surface. That was definitely something she could do without, and Mari rubbed at her temples, ever-oblivious to the approaching interloper.

She began nibbling at her lip, a habit that seemed to only show up with more frequency as of late. Nervous tics that actually showed up when she was nervous. Who knew. And, right now, her nerves were definitely on-edge and raw, coupled with the desire to keep at least six feet of distance between her and the remaining students.

So when Lyd alerted her to his presence, she did the only reasonable thing she could have done. Mari Yanagi let out a cry and rocketed straight up in the air, hovering a good two yards above her previous position. At least she was sticking to her promise, even if she didn’t consider the dead in her equation.

Her expression quickly changed from surprise to blank neutrality, or at least an attempt at it, as she looked down at her assailant.

“What the fuck.”

The initial shock wore off, and she simply floated there in midair, staring at Lyd. Terrific, now the dead also had some sort of a vendetta against her. Slowly bringing her hand down, she crossed her arms and snorted.

“Nox. So, you wanted to know if I was happy with my decision? Was it what I really wanted? Yes. I’m a criminal and I paid for it, with my life apparently. Virtual life, whatever. And I’m also trying to figure out how to be a better person.”

And with that, Mari floated downwards until she was in the air over the table, directly facing the storyteller.

“Well? You must have bothered me for a reason, so out with it.”

[shslintrepidjournalist-blog]

Ahhh,as a note, I’ll have to post for trial tomorrow....

I’m sorry for the wait,,

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so, somebody asked for mari’s nicknames for everyone?

below the cut because who wants to see mari’s nicknames taking up deshboard space

Aiko - Candy Stripper-san

Akemi - Too Much Hair Dye-san

Ayame - America-san

Bard - Decent

Chouko - Choke-ko

Clausen - Hissy

Eri - Mouldy Oldie

Gingham - Knife Guy

Hideo - Nanakodomo, Crybaby

Remy - Brutus

Kaede - Twighead

Lars - Blonde Norwegian Ass

Liling - Pon Pon Ping Pong, Torture-san

Lydinyk: Fuckboy, Ridiricku, Too Much Hairspray

Mari: N/A

Nelly: Neighlly

Popiko - Creepy, Popikowai

Rex - Fossil

Saki - Half-Baked-San

Seth - Powertori

Sonoe - Kawaiiyanagi, Don’t Steal My Last Name

Tanja - Tanjarin

Travis - Spikes

Tropi-co - TV Tropes

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Candy Heist! || Bard and Mari || Closed!

It was a rather funny scene for someone looking from outside. A white haired male with a cat wrapped around his neck, both with a determined gaze torwards the shopkeeper. Sometimes he’d extend his hand torwards a chocolate frog and quickly take it back.

"…Mhm… Maybe if I really put a bucket over her head…"

Bard seemed to be really in a deep thought.

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Mari was currently so engrossed in the frog cupped in her hands that she payed no heed whatsoever to anything else around her. However, oddest of all was the fact that she simply appeared to be staring at the frog, no comments, no other reaction. But then again, knowing the journalist, it wasn't as strange as it sounded.

In fact, she was so enraptured in her pet that she barely noticed entering the store, and she also barely noticed the other individual until he spoke.

"...Bucket?"

She looked up quizzically, blinking. Had she missed something?

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im already giving in with titles || Liling || Closed for Mari.

[shslx4]

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"You said you didn’t have money, you can’t get food."

Liling sounded a little grumpy but mainly confused - how on earth do they propose to get get the food? Neither of them had any money, food simply wasn’t an option. Oh well. Liling supposed they wenren’t that hungry anyway. They didn’t expect it mattered much anyway - the other was probably going to get Liling food whether they liked it or not. 

"My name? I’m Liling Shi."

Ling paused for a moment, before continuing.

"I suppose I should mention my SHSL too? I’m the SHSL Ping Pong Player. Yourself?"

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"Well, that is a pity, isn't it..."

Mari stood there in thought, making little "hmm" and "ooh" noises every once in a while. She seemed to be in some sort of mental debate with herself, strangely enough, before she at last seemed to come to a conclusion and she turned, a triumphant smile on her face.

"So, let's do it the old-fashioned and not quite legal way! Let's go steal stuff."

Turning and crossing her arms, the journalist impatiently tapped her fingers along her other arm before waving it dismissively.

"Yeah, yeah. Nice to meet you, I guess. I'm Mari Yanagi, Journalist, and let's go."

[shslintrepidjournalist-blog]

Guess who actually has a sprite now.

That's right, the queen of trash herself.

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im already giving in with titles || Liling || Closed for Mari.

[shslx4]

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Oh. That didn’t go down well. Liling took a moment before replying, not only thinking about what this stranger said to them, but what Liling had originally said. Liling’s Japanese skills were less than great, so talking to people they don’t know is.. usually a challenge. They’d probably been really rude, huh.

"No need to be rude..! I was just asking. What rained on your parade.."

Liling promptly turned her head away, an action that was quickly followed by some angry muttering in Chinese, which could probably translated along the lines of “Learn to lighten up, God.”

After finishing her grumbling, Liling looked up at the girl with a glare, wondering why on earth she hadn’t taken her leave yet. She clearly had no desire to talk to them, and seemed less than impressed with Liling. And, honestly, Liling was less than impressed with them.

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Mari sighed and side-eyed Liling, surveying the other individual. It was true that she didn't like to be interrupted, but it was equally as true that she had to establish good relations. Joy. The journalist arranged her hair and drew herself up to her full height, responding in an imperious tone,

"Well, it is still a fair question. You need to eat, fairly obviously. And I can help you find food, if you'll stop asking things out of me. However, I request one thing in return. What is your name?"

Apparently unimpressed at the other's usage of Chinese, Mari crossed her arms and yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth or even mutter a word of apology as she did so. Well, a few more minutes, and she would be done with them. The least she could do was give them a chance, even if she didn't get off to the best start with them in the first place.

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A Winner Is You || Mari || Open

[truecrimefanboy]

The blond rolled his eyes and shifted his jaw a little bit, clearly unamused.

"Just because someone is observing something vaguely in your direction does not mean they’re staring at you."

The Norwegian’s arms were crossed tightly across his chest, tilting his head just slightly as an unamused expression just cemented onto his face further. His head tilted a little bit, causing some strands of hair to fall by the wayside to reveal one of the small, silver hoop earrings, which had a matching piece in the other ear.

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"Yes, and.... you know what, this isn't going anywhere. Do you have anything useful to say, like, I don't know, your name?"

Mari leaned against the back wall, biting her lip before letting it go. Her eyes flickered from the face of the other to the back wall, back to him again. If her expression wasn't the same as the blond's, it was a close approximation. The light caught off of his earring caught her eye, however, and she cocked her head. There had to be a story behind that, there usually was, wasn't there? Or perhaps she was just jumping to conclusions.

"Whatever. I'm Mari Yanagi."

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im already giving in with titles || Liling || Closed for Mari.

After firmly establishing they weren’t dreaming, Liling decided it was high time to get out of that clasutrophobic cabin - it was super crowded and getting pretty stuffy, which Liling didn’t appreciate. 

Walking out into the corridor was refreshing, and Liling quickly found themselves sitting against the wall, looking towards the cabins. It was less than comfortable, but at least better than where they were before. Unfortunately, being rather uncomfortable just wasn’t a situation that particularly complimented their boredom.. or growing hunger.

Only problem? Food cost money, and Liling had no money. Maybe they could.. ask if someone could give them some money? Someone must have some! Of course they’d just have to ask someone random if they had the money but it was worth a shot. At the very least it was better than being hungry. 

Without any further thought, Liling looked at the nearest person they could see, and promptly tried to get their attention. 

“Hey! Excuse me! You don’t happen to have any money do you?”

[shslintrepidjournalist-blog]

Mari had made the decision that it was high time that she left the cabin. After all, none of her roommates proved to be much use, and they were all utterly, utterly boring. Besides, she required solitude. So the journalist disappeared out the door, closing it none-too-gently behind her.

Once out in the hallway, Mari allowed herself a few minutes to purvey the rest of the rooms and space. She silently made her way down the hallway again, eyes flicking back and forth across the space. People... So many people.... More people than the journalist could handle. Adjusting her collar, she strode imperiously back to the area around her cabin, looking down her nose (or trying to) at anyone who so much as glanced her way. 

Just before she was about to re-enter her cabin, and dreading the thought, a voice reached her ears and she turned to see where it came from.

"What? Are you actually asking me if I have money? Well, I have news for you... No. No I don't have money, and even if I did, I'd rather use it for my own benefit. Why don't you try stealing the food or bothering the conductor or something?"

She turned and looked at the other person through half-closed eyes. To be frank, the only reason she hadn't already taken off yet was because this was at least a marginally more interesting situation than that inside her cabin.