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[ufowen-blog]

Through the groups of drunk party-goers and dancers, one may see a very short girl peeking out from behind her current hiding place, the couch. Her glares were set on the table of snacks across the room, where she had replaced someone’s cupcakes with her own versions, complete with stale bread and toothpaste frosting.

As she watched, she munched on the other’s cupcakes, the whole tray next to her. Sneaking in here without being noticed was hard, after all. She deserved an extra reward too.

[nyxjr]

Despite his comment, the boys still raised their voices. So, it was going to be like this, wasn’t it? 

Sure, the paint was a pretty big deal in itself, it was pretty inexcusable and Ryoji would agree - but he couldn’t help but grill the people in front of him as they obviously seemed to have violent intentions. “… Did you do something to maybe… Y'know, hurt her? Or make her think she needed to do something like that to you?” The male raised an eyebrow. “Noo~oot to flaunt,” Ryoji’s slight frown turned upwards into a smile showcasing his own aggressiveness. “But I do know quite a few people in this school, I’m friends with a lot of them. I’m sure it wouldn’t take much convincing to show them that what you’re doing is wrong. It doesn’t take a genius to realize there’s bullying going on here, and I don’t like it.”   Shrugging his shoulders, Ryoji reached into his pocket, pulling out his keys. “Now, this is a club room. Activities aren’t going on today, and I’m ready to lock up. You might want to go get yourselves cleaned up before the paint sets.”

[ufowen-blog]

There go their yells again. Something about not having done anything. “It was all that dumb bitch’s fault! Thinking she’s some sort of demon!” “Yeah, she thinks she’s better than us!” 

The leader merely grinned at the scarfed one’s accusations. “No one would be on your side. Everyone knows Nue Houjuu and how much of a freak she is. I doubt anyone would be on her side after they know how much of a shit she is!” Nue heard some laughter, followed by mumbling from the group, things much too quiet for her to hear through the door, and then steps leading out. Their gossip and laughter slowly faded as they moved farther away from the club room.

...Was it okay to leave the closet now? She slowly reached for the doorknob and...

Plop! Out she fell. At least she was finally safe.

[ufowen-blog]

Books are for nerds

[dreamghastly-blog]

Unfortunately for the two (three?) of them, Nue’s managed to get Akihito in a state–mere seconds after she’s entered the room. Knocking over the books was fine. Insulting Don Green (he wasn’t that great anyways) was fine. But Baruto?! That was unacceptable. That was the last straw.

In his righteous wrath, Akihito just about forgot about Mirai’s presence. All his rancor, all his bottled up bitterness at his mortal life, it was all vented towards his chuuni upperclassman.

“BARUTO?! That two-bit piece of garbage?! Everyone likes it because it’s popular!” He leaned over the table, sticking his face right in Nue’s. “That ending was bullshit! Everyone was paired up in mediocre, poorly thought out pairings and were sent off to make babies like a bunch of Christian literalists! Genesis 9:7. King James version! ‘And you, be ye fruitful, and multiply; bring forth abundantly in the earth, and multiply therein.’ That might work for a bunch of white people opposing birth control, but as an ending to one of the longest running manga series of our generation? Bull-fricking-horse-shit!” He sucks in a deep breath but continues on his tirade. “And don’t you even get me started on the fanbase! Half of the time people were reading it for BaruJasu and not the actual story! And the other half are just in it for the demons! Because they’re chuunibyous! Like you!”

“It doesn’t matter if the stories are about humans or demons or talking alpacas!” He slammed one hand on the table, so hard that it hurts–he didn’t care, he was just so outraged by his infuriating upperclassman. “What matters is that the author appeals to the important things in life! Truth! Beauty! Justice! And pretty girls… IN GLASSES!”

It would be a miracle upon heaven and earth if no one had heard that.

[traitorbred]

It keeps happening.

(I warned you bro. I warned you about those stairs.)

Get the two (three, if you count Mirai as part of this current transaction) in the same room, give them time, and an argument was sure to erupt. Not just any argument, but one of ego-bursting proportion – really, the ones Kanbara and her share are tame compared to this. Mirai knows this fact well, for she’s always been in the middle of them; caught between two embittered upperclassmen, fighting for victory, and the ability to gloat over the other once the dust had settled.

Really, Mirai’s just sick of it now. She can take their usual snark wars to a degree, but once they devolve into manga-bashing, it was downright infuriating. They’re both wrong (to a degree; Kanbara has a point about the fanbase, she’ll be the first to admit it). But bites her tongue, out of respect – well, up until Nue knocks a stack of her gardening books onto the floor, and Akihito returns fire with an overtly loud comeback, shocking the novel from her hands.

“This whole conversation is unpleasant!!”

A deep inhale. “By all accounts Baruto was a well-done series, up until the mangaka started to focus too much on Jasuke, and too little on the other characters! There was no point in his sudden turn of character!  It devolved into power-level wars and a half rushed, half considered ending that paired the spares! And you know what? Half of those pairings didn’t make any sense! Now half the fandom complains over the next-generation of characters, while the other half is still complaining about the end!”

Then, a soft exhale. Following that, she adjusted her glasses and retrieves her book from the floor. “Anyway, Two Piece is by far the better of the Big Three. Detergent is okay, but suffers from an overly long run.” Mirai turned the page. “Get better tastes, both of you.”

ufowen

[ufowen-blog]

...

...For a human, Mirai was powerful. So much so that her yell caught Nue off guard. If not for her extremely honed reflexes — by which we mean her normal human ones — she would’ve knocked down even more books. Luckily, she caught herself before any more of a mess was made in this tiny room.

As much as she wished to refute the other girl, she couldn’t help but admit the flaws. Humans erred, after all, and Baruto was no exception to that. Her criticisms were right on point, put much better than that idiot Daemon. For now, she’d admit defeat.

“...Fine, whatever. I must agree with you, Spirit Warrior. Still, Detergent isn’t worth squat, and Two Piece’ll be too long for anyone to deal with soon enough,” she mumbled that last bit under her breath before sitting down and grabbing some books off the floor.

“I’m surprised you care so much about these things, the both of you. Didn’t you say that all of this was just some ‘chuuni’s delusional recommendations’, not worth even a read? You seem to know a lot about them, despite being sooooooo intent on these dumb things...” Cue a drop of a random book on the table, giving a much louder slam than she intended.

dreamghastly

[rpboxmemes]

send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.  [text]: Come on if you’re coming.  [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome?  [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.

[bloodystreak]

It didn’t take much effort to stir up a whirlwind of aggression in the raven-haired fury. Just as she described - the Bladed Blackguard - was definitely keeping true to her name and description by dangling Nue in the air by their collar. The hurling insults did really not help her cause, and Ryuko’s grip merely tightened until her veins were practically popping on her hands.

“I-I’m gonna make that mouth of yours gets so fucked up, you’ll never be able to speak again– ! How dare you think you can get away with callin’ me stupid!” 

And on that note, the angry teen would use her spare hand to swing a punch at the ‘grand demon’, hoping a nice knuckle sandwich would get her to take back whatever insults she had in mind. 

What she failed to notice, however, was the fact that a teacher had been turning the corner - ready to hand out detention to whoever needed it.

[ufowen-blog]

At that moment, Nue grinned. To any human, that situation would be hopeless. But Nue wasn’t a human. No, she’d show the Bladed Blackguard exactly how strong she was! She’d grab the punch right out of the air, making it miss by only a few centimeters. And then, with a well delivered one-liner, she’d throw her own punch, knock out her enemy, and become the victor!

...Well, that’s how it would have happened, if this was one of her favorite manga series. Alas, this was the real world, and the weak little trickster could do nothing to avoid the punch. Her grin was not a grin at all, but a clenching of teeth to avoid biting her own tongue. The punch connected, hitting hard enough to make Nue fall out of her grip and land on the floor with a thud.

Dear gods, that hurt... No wonder she got such a reputation for being a brute. Wait, was that a loose tooth?! Oh great, how could she explain a missing tooth to those damn monks?!

As Nue tried to rub out the pain in her cheek with one hand and the tears in her eyes with the other, she heard yelling from the other side of the hallway. Someone angrily calling out that damn Blackguard’s name...

[nyxjr]

The stomping didn’t scare Ryoji by any means, but it gave a pretty clear idea about what he was probably going to have to deal with.  Certainly a pain, but what could you do? 

As soon as the door slammed open, the male clicked his tongue. By the time the day was over he’d be lucky if it hadn’t been bumped off it’s hinges. He folded his arms, frowning just a bit after noticing the pink paint before trying to manage a comfortable smile. So, this girl could possibly be a troublemaker… But this situation stunk of the phrase ‘two wrongs don’t make a right’ to him. 

“Calm down, calm down.  All of this shouting isn’t necessary - I can hear you perfectly clear. I’m sure I’m right in assuming you aren’t here for drama club, but the second you all walked in this room is full of drama… So is there something I can help you with?" 

[ufowen-blog]

From the small window of the storeroom door, Nue could see the entire altercation play out. The group of idiots who ran into her trap were currently yelling at the scarfed human who possibly saved her life. Even through the thickness of the walls, she could hear their yells of rage.

It was a bit muffled, but the chuuni could make out the words fairly easily, thanks to their lack of volume control. They quickly went through her offenses, from dumping paint on their “designer clothes” (even though they definitely looked like rags), to calling them “brain-dead muscle-headed plebeians”. Their goal was simple: kick Nue’s ass, and then extort her for all the money she had and then some to repay the damages. 

Her entire livelihood was up to the scarfed human’s ability to talk his way out of all of this.

[battleshipreclass-deactivated20]

“But I like that name! That’s my name dodn’t toss it!” Re-class thought hard for a second, but then beamed with a solution. “I can have both names!” Oh wow, that would be pretty special too. Most people had two names also, so now she would as well. Would Re-class be her first or last name now though? 

She decided to not think about that right away. After all there was a lot to pay attention to. “Hello Nue Houjuu! Will you stick together with me? So we’re friends now!” Re-class didn’t really get the clarification she had bee looking for on the whole friends or not issue, but overwhelming evidence told her yes.

[ufowen-blog]

Nue merely nodded, grinning happily. New servant, get! And one that seemed content with getting wet. Should she need it, Nue knew that a water-based attack could be handled, thanks to Re-Class.

“It’s no problem, no problem at all! Keeping that old name of yours just to keep those pesky humans at bay is a smart move. It seems I made the right choice. You and I are now bound by contract, and as such, we shall be together! Even if we are miles apart, we will always be together! And should you ever need me, call on me!”

Nue suddenly reached into her pocket, pulling out a simple flip-phone. “...Unfortunately, my demon powers are sealed, so you’ll have to do so on one of these things.”

[ufowen-blog]

Books are for nerds

[dreamghastly-blog]

Akihito didn’t really know if there was a God or Buddha or Flying Spaghetti Monster out there, and neither did he usually care, but right now he scrambled to remember the most basic words of praise to these hypothetical supreme beings in the hopes that his frantic prayers would deliver him from this living Gehenna.

“Don’t encourage her, Kuriyama.” Akihito flipped through the paperback in his hands before putting it in one of several discrete piles–whether this was ordered by quality of the text or the physical state of the book itself wasn’t known to anyone but Akihito himself. 

“I got these as donations from work, you know. It’s not like beggars can be choosers… and you’re one to talk. Don’t you still watch those shitty shonen anime?” With a soft toss, another book goes onto the largest pile of books. Akihito’s about to return to his work, when he noticed the book in Nue’s hands… or more specifically, its title. “Hey, ‘The Fault in our Constellations’ wasn’t that bad! Everyone just dogpiles on Don Breen just because everyone likes talking shit about him on the internet!”

He was probably just saying that to be argumentative–he’s never actually finished the book…

sanguinisa

[traitorbred]

A simple prod is all it takes to draw Nue in – hook, line and sinker – as per usual. Well, a prod hidden beneath a guise only Nue’s chuuni syndrome would recognize, but it works well enough. Mirai shuffles left to make room (little that there is, in their already crowded club room), before flicking through another disheveled novel. 

“I’m not encouraging anything. Well, I’m trying not to… It’s just easier to get Nue-Senpai to do something when you play along with her fantasies, rather then fight aainst them. Go with the flow, as they say.” Never mind that Nue is right beside her, fully aware, and more then likely to respond to their two-person conversation.

She places the book back into the box, rather then add it to the pile – given Kanbara’s particularities when it came to sorting, there was little point in trying to do her own. At this point Mirai’s just hanging to find a new gardening book (or manga, that’s always nice to come across). “They’re not too bad, Nue-Senpai. A little dated, maybe.. um, and worn, too. I think I saw one with erotic drawings in the back where the reader likely got bored of the actual erotica as well, but it’s not that bad.” Like no glasses, for instance. That kept Kanbara rather quiet.

“You might find something that suits your tastes. Like a tome about magic, or how to make Kanbara-Senpai less grumpy,” she adds, rather nonchalant, before nose-diving into another novel.

[ufowen-blog]

Unfortunately, it seemed that most of what Mirai had said went one ear and out the other. Nue could take insults to her (after all, no one truly understood her greatness), but her precious stories were a completely different matter.

“You just don’t understand the greatness of Baruto! His dedication to saving his samurai clan even after they condemned him for housing a demon, one that he didn’t even want, is one of the greatest stories humans have ever concocted! Much better than this melodramatic star business!” 

By this point, the ‘demon’ had reached over the table to yell at her ex-comrade, knocking over a few stacks of books in the process. 

“Who wants to read stories about sick pretentious humans, anyway?!” Demons are waaaay more interesting.

dreamghastly

[ufowen-blog]

A party, hosted by the Bladed Blackguard...

“I learned my lesson last time! I wouldn’t want to go aaaaanywhere near that violent human again! You won’t see me aaaaaaanywhere near that place, at aaaaaaall!”

[ufowen-blog]

♧♫

♧ - Clothes

Nue’s manner of dress in canon is pretty nice, I think. Her clothes, while still a bit out there, don’t exactly stand out too much. They’re not big and frilly like other touhou outfits (coughYUKARIcough) which makes it easier for the eye to focus on other things like those sweet wings

Nue’s clothes have definitely gotten more modest. Gone is her signature black dress, replaced with a modern black hoodie and short shorts combination. It’s not gone out of her own choice: if she could, she’d definitely still wear something like that. However, the monks at home aren’t exactly lenient when it comes to that... something about keeping appearances. The only thing that transferred over was her love of knee-high socks. 

I think canon is better cuz sweet-ass wings but that’s just me--

♫ - Future plans

Nue doesn’t particularly have future plans in canon? She seems content with living at the Myouren temple, despite not exactly fitting in. if she does have other aspirations, she never mentions them.

AU Nue, on the other hand, doesn’t really like living in the temple she’s in? They’re quite strict on her (more than canon Myouren Temple would be, anyway) and all she wants is to have her debt repayed and get out of there. Where she’d go afterwards... even she doesn’t know.

[fatesmemes]

Which one’s better?

Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you the difference between AU and Canon. Then I’ll tell you which one is better.

★ - Family ☀ - Friends ✦ - Enemies ♥ - Love ✄ - Lifestyle ✿ - Jobs ♧ - Clothes ♫ - Future plans

[battleshipreclass-deactivated20]

Now that was much better! Seeing her smile brought an even bigger grin to Re-class’s face. Hugs always worked magic like that. “Yeah!” Finally letting her go, Re-class hugged the bucket of balloons instead, cradling it like a baby, though she also eyed each one mischievous. There was so much they could do with these. At least, Re-class hoped it would be a ‘they’ and not just her. Playing alone was no fun.

Smiling, adjusted her scarf that had gotten all messed up in the hug. “I’m not a little person, I’m Re class.” She was pretty tall, even without shoes, almost as tall as the demon before her. “Ok! I can be flood friend! Can I be your friend too?” Obviously being a friend was better then being a master. Besides, she had never been a master before, but she had been a friend a few times, so at least that she knew how to do. And it involved having a lot of fun. 

[ufowen-blog]

Re-class? That alone sounded like a nonhuman name. The girl didn’t act like one of her kin, however. Those with otherworldly powers (the ones that believed they had them, anyway) were always quick to admit so. The way she agreed to Nue’s words wasn’t in the same vein. 

“Re-Class! Toss away that name! From now on, I will refer to you as Flood Master! That name shall be the bond of contract, one that keeps us together! I congratulate you, as you’ve garnered the attention of Nue Houjuu, the Grand Demon of Illusions!” Nue laughed heartedly. With the agreement of the other girl, the contract would be sealed and Re-Class would be bound to Nue in servitude... in the latter’s mind, at least.

[ufowen-blog]

Books are for nerds

[dreamghastly-blog]

If one was to encapsulate Akihito Kanbara’s relationship with his upperclassman Nue Houjuu into a single interaction, the current situation would be a good example of such. There Akihito was, quietly admiring the way the light glinted off of Mirai’s glasses when the two of them should have been sorting some donated paperbacks for the library, minding his own business… and then, BAM! In comes the worst sufferer of chuunibyou that he’s known in his entire life, spouting nonsense that only she really understands.

Having been used to it for quite some time, he doesn’t look at her, preferring to continue sorting through a large cardboard box full of books. Considering the size of their meeting room (if you could even call it that), it seemed like a small miracle that there was still room to move around.

“The only illusion here are your delusions, Houjuu.” Knaves? What was this, Game of Crowns? “Now that you’re here, maybe you could give us a little help? We managed to get some paperbacks from the bookstore I work at, and I’d really appreciate if you helped us with sorting them all.”

sanguinisa

[traitorbred]

She’s only recently taken to the literature club (no thanks given to Kanbara, and his constant mother hen nagging), but it’s a cozy little thing, something Mirai can appreciate. Besides, she’s allowed to keep her bonsai’s on the ledge, and the shelves have some of the rarer gardening books on the island, so it all works out for the best. Mostly, anyway. Save one factor, but she only appears at certain intervals, like clockwork. Speaking of which–

3.

2.

1.

There she is.

Mirai looks up from the box, paper back in hand, to smile at the senior posing in the doorway. “Good morning, Nue-Senpai. Oh I mean.. Um, Grand  Demon of Illusions. It’s nice to see you stop around again.” Nue, for all her grandeur, was the Literature club’s head in name – and even that was slim, at best. Were it not for her senior status (and some strange even that conspired before she entered school) Kanbara would have taken over. Well, Mirai’s not too bothered by it all; her leader status, or her chuuni syndrome.

“Did you come to help with sorting? Like Kanbara-Senpai said, we would really appreciate the extra hands.” Wait, that won’t work. “I mean.. Would you, oh Grand Demon, help your lowly servants with this task? We are in dire need of assistance.”

[ufowen-blog]

Nue pouted. What was with the lackluster reaction? Had she really become so predictable? Unacceptable. One which commanded illusion should never fall into a routine. Living unexpectedly, deep within the unknown... that’s how she was meant to exist. Hopefully her powers didn’t dull because of it.

“At least one of you pathetic serfs is trying. Show some sort of respect, Burning Daemon. Need I remind you I outrank you?” In both status and age, somehow... How a demon like her could even stand to still be acquainted to these two was a mystery. The one known to the humans as Akihito used to be one of her kin, before being brainwashed by the other, Mirai. Still, as snarky as they could be, the pair was usually the only ones that would give Nue the time of day.

“I suppose I could take time out of my busy schedule to assist you with this trivial job. A leader must lead by example, after all.” Looking quite proud of herself, Nue took a seat next to Mirai. That grin immediatly flipped into a frown once she caught sight of the books. She quickly flipped through, her expression souring even more.

“What is with these tomes... I see your taste is still as shit as usual.”

dreamghastly

[bloodystreak]

Oh, god. This was the kid that people warned her about in gym, right? The one who thought they were a monster? Slamming her locker door shut, Ryuko lets out a slightly irritated grumble under her breath. She was not dealing with this sort today.

“I dunno if you realize buddy, but demons don’t exist. You’re just a normal kid like me and the rest of us here. You ain’t special and you ain’t above us in any way. Or do I need to teach you that lesson with my fist?” 

Once the girl had looped, Ryuko was spinning on her heel to try and catch up and hopefully grab a fistful of their shirt. “Now you listen here– I’m Ryuko Matoi and if you haven’t realized most teachers don’t like me for good reason– I’ll beat the crap outta you if you mess with my head!” 

One more strike and the girl knew she’d be suspended again, but she really didn’t want to deal with a demon brat today.

[ufowen-blog]

Having the ignorant masses yelling at her was nothing new. Ever since her heritage dawned on her, Nue had been ridiculed and hurt. She could handle it. She was a Grand Demon, after all! One that could easily get away from some ruffian whose intelligence seemed to be connected to her fists. 

Unfortunately, her current vessel couldn’t withstand as much violence as her bloodline normally could. Curse this world and its ridiculous rules. Nue tried to pull herself away from Ryuko’s grip, but failed to do even that.

“Ryuko Matoi. Yes, I know of you. The Bladed Blackguard, responsible for the injuries of those stupid enough to cross your path.” Despite her attempts at staying calm, even her voice began to shake. “Just as stupid as those you punish. Just because you’re too much of a simpleton to understand it doesn’t make it nonexistent!”

[orpheusorigins-deactivated20150]

“ I’m ready for it. ” So, maybe she did feel sorry for the office workers. After all, getting stains out of suits were a pain, not to mention coming to work dirty would look bad on them. At the time, she didn’t want to ruin Nue’s fun and she herself is already guilty of laughing at that unfortunate boy…so it was too late to turn back now, right? Oh well!  

“ Here they come, here they come…!  ” She was just above a loud whisper, but that most likely didn’t give them away. Minako ducked down a bit more and peeked through the bushes’ opening. It started with two business men, they were talking so unknowingly and–oooh, one went face first in to the mud! For every one that fell she found it harder and harder to keep down her laughter. It was especially great when one businessman followed right after the other. 

“ Oh, man…! “

[ufowen-blog]

As each suited individual fell, Nue’s laughter grew. How self-absorbed they were to not even notice the ones before them falling into the same mud puddle? Tapping away at their smartphones, so invested in their work that they can’t even see what’s in front of them. This is why humanity was useless. They set themselves up so easily to become her playthings.

The pair would have kept watching the mindless drones fall over one after the other, laughing until their guts couldn’t handle it anymore, if the prankster hadn’t caught a curt throat-clearing.

She immediately paled, looking up at a group of very angry businessmen. The majority of them were covered in mud, and those were the ones who looked like they were ready to beat the two within inches of their lives. 

[nyxjr]

And… There it was.

Ryoji was certainly surprised - not by the fact that someone had indeed made their way into the drama room, but by the fact that it had been so frantically, and ’… Scarf human…?’ But for now, he’d pay little mind to that. What was going on out there?

He frowned slightly after immediately realizing the girl was in some sort of trouble, and that wasn’t going to fly at all with him regardless of the instigator. With no questions asked, the boy rose from his seat and hastily made his way towards a small door. “First off, away from the window. Try and be gentle about shutting the door behind you, okay?” Once he opened the door out came a life-size skeleton prop from inside and after that, a few costumes were pushed out of the way. If Nue had gone into any other club room, it might have not been as convenient. 

“This should probably do it!” Ryoji gestured the girl towards the closet with a wink. “I’ll take care of the rest from here, so don’t worry.” With his popularity, he never had much trouble with the bullies. That didn’t mean he didn’t know how to deal with them, though.

[ufowen-blog]

Nue was not one to pray to gods, but she had to give some sort of faith to whatever it was that helped her find this place. The male seemed eager enough to help her out. She followed his directions as well as she could, though the door did make a louder sound than intended due to her haste. Getting beat up would definitely put a damper on her day.

As she watched him take out various items, including a human skeleton and various outfits that even she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing (despite being a chuuni, she still had taste), she briefly wondered if asking this specific human was the smartest idea...

Her hesitation was interrupted by the sudden loud stomping coming from the hallway. Without a second thought, Nue jumped in, slamming the door behind her. It was only but a few seconds before the club door slammed open. A large group of delinquents glared down the poor boy, yelling something about paint and a delusional 3rd year. Somehow, their intimidation wasn’t as effective when half of them were covered head to toe in bright pink paint...

[ufowen-blog]

Books are for nerds

The literature club: an unpopular little thing in this school, pathetic even compared to the other cultural clubs. The meeting room was delegated to a small room in the far corner of the building, no larger than a storage room. It was that room that Nue made for straight after school. Weaving through groups of students making their way to more popular clubs, the girl eventually made her way to an empty corridor, with the meeting room at the end.

Through a strange manner of unforeseeable circumstances, the chuuni had somehow become the ghost leader of said club. Normally she’d be jumping at the chance to lead her own servants into battle, if not for finding the members’ morale (and taste in books) extremely unfitting. 

Still, the title was hers and she would exert the power as often as she wished. Like right now.

The door swung open, the slam from the backswing echoing through the empty hallway. “On your knees, knaves! Your great leader, the Grand Demon of Illusions, has graced you with her wondrous presence!”

dreamghastly