#amarephiltra

[thegatesoftruth-blog]

Alice is ready to go!

                              Welcome to Atlor, Alice.

      The Gates of Truth will be watching our new resident intently.

               Your abilities: N/A

[himedereban-blog]

amarephiltra:

[text] It’s hard to tell through text if that’s a statement or a threat [text] Then again I don’t think there’s anything you don’t know about [text] But anyway, care to elaborate?

to: alice from: himeko

[1/4]: It was a statement. [2/4]: I have nothing to gain by threatening you because... well, as you said. [3/4]: But, knowing everything is so lonely. [4/4]: Do you ever have... weird thoughts like that? It’s strange.

[himedereban-blog]

amarephiltra

Another community gathering—this time to greet the influx of new residents that’d moved into the section just over. Half of the time spent was on greetings and the other half went to haughty passive aggressive debates over wine and other mixed drinks about matters that didn’t—well, matter. At least not to Inaba, and she was sure they didn’t really pertain to either of her parents nor her brother. Though, that guy definitely wanted to be there if only just to see if there were any more girls moving into the nearby neighborhoods…

Who organized these things anyway?

Escaping her family had been easy enough—her mother just tsk’ed at her and mumbled a tired, “Himeko, behave.”—and she managed to navigate over to the only person she could tolerate during such events, relief at having spotted her earlier since washed away in favor of a mildly irritated frown.

“The scandal of the CEO at my father’s firm’s choice in shoes is currently circling three conversing groups.” She took a seat next to Alice, no greeting needed. “Tell me your latest has more depth than the audacity of a poorly executed shoe shine.”

[bolinesque]

amarephiltra

How was it that nobody was up for the tradition of the Big Prank besides him?! He and his teammates had this one, off-the-books responsibility to uphold and he had been met with such resistance! –Which was why he was there at Montrose Academy alone, with no guidance, many cans of silly string, and lots of tea all stuffed into his backpack. Because, that’s what the boys’ Montrose Academy soccer team had to look forward to on their next game against them, the Glendale Public High team—string for hopes of at least managing to ‘tie’, and very many penal’teas’.

What was the point of gating everything up? Bolin grumbled to himself as he jumped the fence to get into the school—not wanting to cross paths with unfamiliar faces near the entrance, and found his way into the school. So far, so good—until he realized he had no idea where he was going.

He chose the hallway that most looked like it would lead to a field—and maybe a locker room?—and started down it, glancing over his shoulder—

And knocking straight into someone. A girl. A student, probably. Either way, he had to keep his composure or his nonexistent cover would be blown. “HEY—YOU.” Excellent start! “My… deepest apologies!” They all definitely talked like that, right?!