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petit a petit, l’oiseau fait son nid cecile murasaki, shsl sabreuse [en vie] | mort

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All for one, and one for... || Chapter 3 || Cecile

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…Ah. So the swordswoman was still caught on that unpleasant little detail. Admittedly, Carmilla supposed, she shouldn’t have let her escapism get that far, but actions taken when one is suffering from shock and mental trauma are highly logical in nature. Still, given that that someone else had murdered Honeya, she really thought that the subject would’ve dropped out of people’s minds by this point. Hopefully Cecile wouldn’t learn that she bit Choju as well. She didn’t really want to find out if a sabre was close enough to a stake to the heart.

“You got me, I have the largest hunger for the ancient dead and forgotten that the world’s ever seen,” Carmilla replied dryly. “I really don’t know why you’re still on about that. It was just a bit of blood, and if memory serves, I was fully willing to cooperate and give the three of you the information I had gained while getting nothing in return–and while we’re on the subject, both crime scenes we’ve seen so far have lost entire limbs–clearly I’m not the only one ‘defiling’ the dead, here,” she said, being very careful to not directly saying Choju’s name.

“As for what I’m actually doing here, I am looking for any clues or avenues we could take to escape. I don’t know about you or the others, but I don’t intend to stay here until our captors get bored, and we’re not going to get any closer to escape just by standing around. So, since this is a new area, this is where I’m looking, for now,” she said, giving Cecile a pointed look. 

“Hmph.” The mention of the missing limbs doesn’t seem to act as the deterrent Carmilla had intended it to, Cecile only bristling more while simultaneously looking perplexed. “I had been assuming you were responsible for that as well. Saving them for a snack in the night or something of the sort.”

After a few more moments of scrutinizing, she loosens her shoulders a minute amount, though. “You are correct, though, you did cooperate. And you did not actually kill them, thus, I have no reason to exact revenge on you. Yet.” Despite these words, it seems that Cecile isn’t quite to the point where she wants to treat Carmilla with anything more than her typical iciness. Still, baby steps.

“Hm. Yes, that is seeming logical. I have found nothing thus far in any location that would indicate a way out, however. I feel they would not be so careless as to leave one. I am supposing it cannot hurt to look, though.” She peers at one of the exhibits for a moment before glancing cautiously over at Carmilla again. “You have not found anything, have you? In other areas.”

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All for one, and one for... || Chapter 3 || Cecile

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Carmilla was, admittedly, a tad….frustrated. So far, she was finding little in the way of her investigations, and more people had died in the meantime. She had a few guesses for who could be running this place, if it was one of the people here, but she didn’t even have that much for certain. It could very well be someone she’d never even met before, and statistically speaking that case was the more likely one! The only reason she was questioning if it was someone in this group at all was because they’re all hope’s peak students, and it’d take someone of that caliber of skill in any field to be able to pull it off.

Still, that line of thought was not benefiting her or anyone else to mope about, so she kept searching. This evening’s search brought her to the museum, as good a place as any other to keep looking for clues. She was definitely also deliberately avoiding the pool and hot springs for now, though. Maybe she’d head towards that way once she was absolutely sure that no one was in either for the night. So, for now, the museum would have to do.

She didn’t, however, expect to see to many other people here, just by virtue of how boring the place seemed at first glance. It wasn’t really a place that screamed ‘hey look at all this cool shit happening here’. Still, there she was, the angry swordswoman from the trial. Not that Carmilla blamed her, of course, the president absolutely did deserve to have been skewered, at least from Carmilla’s point of view. She was just a bit glad Cecile didn’t go through with it, if only so Cecile survived the trial.

“Ah….Cecile, I believe, yes…? What are you doing here?” She asked as she approached, eyes drifting to that saber just in case. If her memory was serving her correctly, Cecile had been….attached to Choju, in some way….this definitely might end up way more awkward than she had planned before opening her mouth.

Cecile, in choosing the museum to skulk around in, had assumed all of her classmates were too busy “”making friends”” and “””bonding””” to do nerd shit like look at exhibits. She was, of course, a person who did nerd shit on the regular- a jock nerd, if you will- and thus this location was rather interesting to her. And it was quiet, most importantly. If anyone came in hollering, as people tended to do, she would most certainly chop their head off with no remorse, and then take whatever punishment she was given. 

And yet, as many of her previous endeavors to avoid her classmates had turned out, someone else was present in the museum. Cecile, as she rounds the corner and catches the eye of Carmilla, bristles on instinct, her entire posture stiffening and her eyes narrowing. Right, that was the one who’d been defiling the corpse in the first murder case. She had turned out to be helpful in the end, but... still. 

“Yes. Cecile Murasaki. And you are... the vampire corpse-defiler.” Polite as ever, Cecile. “I am looking at the exhibitions, as one tends to do in a museum. And what are you doing? Planning on eating one of them?”

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mourir || cecile || chapter 2 || re: body

To be quite honest, Cecile had forgotten about the looming motive nearly immediately after the two extraneous corpses had appeared. It no longer affected her, she thought, and if people had already died, that covered it. 

So, then, the announcement of the actual, murdered corpse is startling to say the least. Sighing and grumbling to herself, she stomps out of her room, straightening her hair absentmindedly as she enters the designated area. Of course, as always, she was fully prepared to glance at the corpse, feel a moment of mourning, and then isolate herself once more, but-

“...”

“...Chouju-san? What... is this?”

She didn’t know why she was talking to a corpse. It was obvious, looking at the body, that Chouju was very dead. And yet still she was, for some reason, acting as if they were going to hop up and grab her hands and do some annoyingly cheery action that she would tolerate for a reason she didn’t understand.

But no. They were still. It was uncomfortable to look at. In all their encounters, Cecile had never considered Chouju to be still at all. This seemed... uncharacteristic.

And Cecile was just staring, embarrassingly. It was as if she was some dramatic movie, she thought bitterly and distantly in her brain, and all their encounters were flashing through her head. I will consider the future, that’s what Cecile had stiffly said. There’d been all this talk of travel and so on and so forth, and yet here the future was, cut down and lying on the ground in front of her. 

As someone generally highly disconnected from her own emotions, Cecile didn’t know how she was meant to respond. Her face felt hot and cold at once, an uncomfortable buzzing filling her ears and head. But there were people around, so a reaction would be... unrefined. Unneeded. There were too many tears. But wasn’t she meant to cry for a friend? Or do something? Cecile was entirely unsure.

Eventually, she looks up, her gaze fixing somewhere on the wall behind the corpse. Her usually dull voice, when she speaks, is sharp and pointed, addressing seemingly everyone and no one at once.

“Whoever has done this. Must be prepared to perish. If not at the hands of this trial system, at my own. Scum cannot continue to live.”

Apparently anger was how things were going to manifest themselves, then. After her cold declaration (a bit worrying, too, with the literal sword strapped into her bag), Cecile bows her head briefly before Chouju’s body once more, lips moving in a silent prayer- or perhaps vow. Or perhaps both. A prayer to usher their soul to Heaven and a vow of... something or other. No one would ever know what she was thinking, anyway. 

And with that, she turns to brush from the room, a mess of emotions still evident in her form. 

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je voudrais-- || cecile || chapter 1 || attn: chōju

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This is approximately the third time Choju has wandered inside the halls of the BeroBero Kingdom’s castle, simply dragging themselves idly against the walls of the halls at this point… There’s only so much to do on their lonesome after all! They’ve already gone to the one area that interests them the most, the park, and met most of their new… Classmates? Is that the right term? Partner certainly isn’t, but nonetheless, here they are, wandering through the massive castle’s halls once again, boredom practically written into their features as they walk around the area completely disinterested… They had lost track of time a long time ago and didn’t know if it was already noon or nighttime yet, but the one thing they did know is that this place was boring… Maybe they should go explore outside some more? Yeah, that sounds like a fantastic idea! Or at least it sounds like an amazing idea until something quite unexpected happens.

That is to say, until their stomach finally emits a low grumbling noise and they realize just how hungry they are..! After all not only did they miss out on lunch but also on breakfast due to how late they arrived to Hope’s Peak Academy this morning! Of course, knowing where the Kitchen is already located at, they went there as soon as their legs could carry them! At a leisure pace, of course! If they were going to be staying here for a long time then the last thing they needed to do is unnecessarily expend all of their energy! Not everyone knows how to cook here based on the cake fiasco so, being one of the few students who can actually prepare something, Choju figures it’s best if they make salad or other vegetarian dishes they’re familiar with to the others… These are the types of thoughts that flood their mind as they make their way over to the Dining Room.

The last thing they expected to run into when they stepped inside the Dining Room and the Kitchen though was definitely the foreign-looking girl… They didn’t really talk with her before but they do remember quite distinctly having seen her to the side of the bus, not really interacting with anyone other than the pink-haired magical girl of justice they’ve grown quite fond of themselves… But if Kaya likes her, then that must mean she must be nice and friendly to talk to as well, right? Of course! After all, in this kind of situation the thing they need the most is not positive words but teamwork, encouragement, support, and a mutual trust of one another to hold themselves together! Cecile… Didn’t look or sound like she’d be interested in any of that though, at least based on her tone of voice once he stepped into the kitchen.

“Hmm..? Oh… N-No of course not! Choju’s sorry if they distracted you! They just came here to grab a quick snack! Seems like you also had the same idea as well though, no? Ehehe… Don’t worry, Choju won’t tell anyone, they’ll make sure to keep your secret safe, cute stranger! Ah– Choju is also sorry if you don’t like being given compliments– by the way, Choju’s name is Hagiho Choju, they think it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you… Person of Choju’s interest..!”

Based on their rather friendly and welcoming tone of voice, it doesn’t sound like they’re upset at all despite catching Cecile red-handed and with her hands on the cookie jar– or in this case, the snacks jar! Instead though they give the Super High-School Level Sabreuse a light-hearted chuckle as they make their way over to her and look up at the girl, the same smile never once vanishing from their face as they reach towards the cabinet and take some more crackers and other snacks and placing them in the jar she’s holding… Are they actually helping her hoard all of these for herself? Yep, they are doing just that, all while looking up at her with the never-vanishing smile! Why shouldn’t they help, after all? That’s how friends are made, right? Right!

“Wow, you’re really tall, but that’s really, really awesome!! You must be good at climbing trees, aren’t you? Ehehe, jokes aside though, it’s nice meeting you! Umm, Choju already introduced themselves but is it ok if they ask for your name as well? Choju promises they don’t want to hurt you at all, they just want to get to know more about you and befriend you, if that’s okay! If not though they understand, but Choju would still love to know your name and get to know more about you!” 

Wow, they’re just an excitable ball of sunshine and rainbows, aren’t they? Well, not really, but they do like helping others! Sorry Cecile but it seems your rudeness won’t be affecting the Super High-School Level Horticulturist… At least not right now. 

It takes Cecile mere seconds to decide that the person who’d interrupted her was wildly annoying.

Anyone who referred to themself in the third person would be, after all. Her mouth twists minutely more, the girl’s eyes narrowing an iota further as her gaze switches between the talkative newcomer and the pot in her own hands. 

“...Only logical. With threats hanging over, eating with others is a dangerous game. Not that you seem to care about things like that, no? Or take them to mind, rather.”

A slight sneer crosses her features, and her grip on the pot tightens slightly before... Chouju is putting something in it. For her. Cecile’s mind turns over as she considers the move, for some reason scanning for ulterior motives. Was Chouju trying to poison her? No, they’d just grabbed the snacks off the shelf. Were they mocking her? Perhaps, but they didn’t really seem the type. Did they expect kindness in return? That would have been the most unfortunate of all. And their ever-present smile was creeping her out.

“...Really. I had not noticed, thank you for telling me. Do not climb trees, unless retrieving things out of them, a situation which rarely occurs. Cecile Murasaki. Not here to make friends, I am afraid. In a situation like this, do you not think trusting others is a liability? There is the potential for a... backstab.”

She makes a vague gesture like, appropriately, a sabre being stabbed (she needed to practice) with the hand not holding the pot before retrieving several apples.

“What is it you would like to know, then?”

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je voudrais-- || cecile || chapter 1 || attn: chōju

Some time following their introduction to the kingdom, and after Cecile had calmed herself down considerably, she figures it’s prudent to look around. There was no point in running around like a chicken with its head cut off-- if she could find some sort of way out in this place, or at least a way to contact someone, then they would be rescued before things got too bad. 

Or, she thinks bitterly, tapping her way through the castle halls, I can slice the heads off those stuffed toys with one sweep. 

So far, her walk around had consisted of wandering around outdoors and, once she’d steeled herself to return inside, an annoying amount of locked doors. Why have so many rooms if they couldn’t access any of them? Every knob she rattles to no avail leads her to sigh world-wearily, giving it a look like it’d personally offended her and her family before moving on. 

Eventually she wanders into the kitchen, however, which is thankfully open. As she takes in the immense amount of food, her thoughts wander to her room, which she’d also looked at briefly, if only to set things down. It didn’t have a fridge, but... if I get non-perishables, she thinks, I won’t have to worry about encountering others for meals. With that in mind, she rifles around until she can locate a large pot and begins steadily filling it with food that didn’t need to be refrigerated.

It was a pretty smart plan, she thought, until she heard the sound of someone else entering the room. After all, though the idea behind it was practical, being caught with a big pot full of random foods wasn’t the most refined position. Immediately she fixes the intruder with a cold, blank look, frozen with one hand reaching out for a box of crackers and the pot balanced on her hip. There’s an uncomfortable silence on her end, and then--

“Well? Are you going to stand there as if you are a deer in the road? Did you need something? I am not occupying the whole kitchen, am I?”

Someone’s defensive.

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un jour tu t’en voudras || chapter 1 || cecile || re: events

The whole debacle with the bus ride should have been an indicator for how the rest of Cecile’s day was going to go, she thinks. She never took public transport unless necessary for a reason, and when she did, she spent much of the time with earbuds shoved just all the way in her ears to discourage people speaking to her. None of those rides had ended so poorly as to have her waking up in an unfamiliar location, at least, staring blankly at a... frog. 

Cecile would, though reluctantly, admit that her language comprehension was below average indeed-- but really, even if she could completely understand what was being said, none of it made any sense. A kingdom? A frog and a dog? Quests? Her mouth opens, as if to object at the idea of having to fight for someone-- or even be on a team, which was not her cup of tea-- but then the word murder comes up. That was one she understood, sure, but she wasn’t sure why it was being said now. It didn’t seem wildly relevant. 

Injury wasn’t something Cecile was unfamiliar with. As an athlete, and an athlete who fought with blades, no less, she’d come up with her fair share of scrapes before. Blood didn’t bother her much and nor, she assumed from the few movies she’d seen featuring it, did gore. But-- 

“Quel? Quel? Tu ne peux pas- Tu ne-”

The sound of breaking bones, and so much injury in front of her eyes is enough to have Cecile pressing a hand over her mouth, gaze averted to the side, though she can still see the mess in her peripheral. As soon as they’re dismissed, she turns on her heel and stiffly marches out, intending to get anywhere that’s not there without drawing attention to herself. 

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- hibiki (discord)

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Forging camaraderie | Kaya | Prologue | ATTN: Cecile

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Unfortunately for Cecile, Kaya wasn’t one to excuse herself this quickly once she’s started a conversation. After all, she genuinly meant it with her words about getting to know each other better! How were they supposed to be on better terms if they would never talk? And it’s not like as if much else was going on, so surely, a little bit of distraction doesn’t hurt!

(Typical extroverts.)

The cosplay idol was a bit taken aback by the response, but quickly recovered from it.

“Oh. Uh, well… I guess you’re right that we should ask someone when the bus’ coming. But whom exactly should we reach out to? The secretary’s office? Our homeroom teacher? The bus company? Someone else entirely?”

And even then, Kaya couldn’t say that she knew the number of her homeroom teacher or the bus company, so the only option would be to look up Hope’s Peak’s number and hope for the best.

“However, it is weird that no bus has arrived yet. Do you think that it got into an accident? Had some technical errors along the way? But then they’d surely send for another bus… unless all of them suddenly ceased to function, but that seems unlikely. Or it’s some kind of prank! … But not really an amusing one if so.”

At least the kid tried to provide reasons as to why the bus wasn’t here, huh? Well, not like that changed anything, but to pass time by even a little bit…

That aside, didn’t seem like as if Cecile appreciated the suffix added to her name. Oh, time to change that up! She wouldn’t want to make anyone sour because she kept insisting on her own nicknames!

“Oh, you don’t like it? Apologies, I tend to give others nickname. Would Saki-tan work? Or Saki-san?”

“Also, don’t worry about that! You can call me whatever you want, as long as you’re comfortable with it! But I know that Hanamoto-san is rather long, so if you wish to shorten it, then be my guest! Hana-san or Moto-san works for me as well if it works for you too!”

Afterwards, she was asked about her outfit. Oh, did she think-?

“Oh, no, no, there isn’t going to be a costume party - at least, I’m not aware of one happening! As for why I’m wearing - I just like it! Though you might be inclined to think that it isn’t fit for outdoor event, I made sure that it would withstand such situations! It’s durable and rather comfortable to wear! One of the many challenges that lie in front of you when you’re sewing a cosplay, ehe~”

Just as she seemed to have stopped speaking, something caught her eyes - and automatically, Kaya seemedto get pumped again, a big smile spreading through her features.

“Oh, could this be a weapon on your back? An… um, if I had to make a guess, it would be an epée? That’s what it is called, yes?”

Thank god for playing video games and watching animes/reading mangas or else, she’d never have heardof the word she just uttered.

Cecile twirls one of her long strands of hair as she considers the reasons the bus could have been late. They all sounded reasonable, which gave her a sliver of hope that, despite Kaya’s annoyingly talkative and childish exterior, she was at least smart and logical. 

“Hm... perhaps the organizers of this trip? Though, that would simply be Hope’s Peak in general, would it not? Then perhaps the front desk. Reception. You are correct, though. With your reasonings. A wait this long should already have been remedied. And an unfunny prank it is, if so. The responsible party shall meet my blade.”

Her final statement is said in a haughty tone that makes it hard to tell if she’s... joking about fighting some prankster or not. Hopefully she is.

“...Nicknames are improper. Will not stop you if you insist, though. Saki-san is fine. Will use Moto-san in return. That way, the familiarity is equal.”

Truth be told, she didn’t quite know why she was stooping to this level. Perhaps her exasperation with their long bus wait was making her desperate. Either way, though, she wouldn’t really willingly pass up a chance to shorten a long word that could potentially be mangled by her poor pronunciation.

Again, she gives Kaya’s outfit a scrutinizing look.

“Cos... play? Why on Earth would one choose to wear something so garish? Even if is it durable, it is impractical.”

Wearing clothes because you like them? What a wild concept.

In a sudden contrast to her generally stiff demeanor, Cecile seems to perk up just a bit at Kaya recognizing her weapon... even if she was incorrect. At least she was somewhat cultured, even if the outfit said otherwise.

“Yes, it is a weapon. Not an epée, a sabre. Epée is the heaviest of the fencing weapons. Sabre fencing is the quickest. You can score with the edge of the blade, not only the tip.”

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a watched pot || prologue || cecile || attn: airi

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With sunshine filtering through the leaves of the trees above her and distant birds caught in a cheerful duet together, by all accounts, today was a completely picturesque and perfect day for a trip. The only issue was that it was likely going to be spent on her own, an idea that didn’t quite satisfy Airi the moment it cropped up into her mind.

For a moment she busies herself with looking over each student within her view. The dynamic and personality in each one was interesting – a red-haired, snooty seeming girl, a taller, masculine boy with shades, a far off individual with blond hair and … huh?

Is that a weapon? In their bag?

The linguist can’t help but stare, hands idly tucked into the pockets of her jorts. There’s a tilt of the head, crimson eyes widening somewhat before settling into a slight squint, brows now lightly knit. Weapons generally mean danger, the logical side of her said, and danger means bad. Don’t go over there.

Which is why and how Airi finds herself stepping over out of complete curiosity, in search for both answers and perhaps a new pal. Winging on what to say was fine, right? It’s not like it would come back to bite her or anything.. all she had to–

Smack! Just before she opens her mouth in preparation for a greeting, Airi is promptly bumped into, stumbling backwards somewhat with a startled squeak.

Airi reaches a small hand up to rub her forehead, blinking once as she now properly takes the sight of Cecile in while listening. For what it’s worth, an apologetic smile tugs the corners of her lips upwards, seeming grateful for what little concern was laced in Cecile’s voice.

❝ Oh, I’m okay! Sorry for bumping into you, and stuff… I was just about to talk to you! How about you, are you okay too? ❞

The fact that the person she’d just run into was just about to talk to you wasn’t a very good sign, Cecile thought wearily. Was something about her demeanor urging attention? Whatever it was, she felt the need to change it immediately, and thus her eyebrows furrow as she stares down at the unfamiliar girl in front of her.

“What... would make you wish to talk to me. I was not doing anything in particular, no?”

She hopes whatever she can gather from this conversation is something easily amendable, to prevent such an occurrence from happening again. At the question of whether or not she was fine, Cecile huffs, glancing aside somewhat sourly. What, did she look like the type that would be injured by such an encounter? Really.

“No. I am fine. Was only startled. At least I did not pull my weapon, no? Ha-ha, it is a joke. Do not pull my weapon unless practicing, or I suppose in an actual threat scenario, which this will become if the bus does not arrive soon.”

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Forging camaraderie | Kaya | Prologue | ATTN: Cecile

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The taller girl didn’t seem to be in a good mood. Then again, she couldn’t really fault anyone for not feeling all that peppy, given that their bus ride was exceptionally late. She’d already heard that Hope’s Peak could be eccentric, but would they really let so many students wait in vain? It seemed odd, to say the least.

Back to the present though.

“Ehehehe, I guess that’s only natural - to wait for our ride to finally arrive is a truly boring task, but one we have to endure. That’s why I prefer to engage in conversations while we have time to spare - that way, not only do we get to know each other better, time will also pass by way faster! Two birds with one stone, right?”

Then again, there were all sorts of people and some seem to have a preference to be left alone. However, they would need to exchange some words at some point, given the nature of their trip, so might as well do it when nothing is going on! Time management and all!

“The pleasure’s all mine! You have such a pretty name, Saki-chan! It rolls off the tongue so well~ It has a nice ring to it! Oh and don’t worry, I wouldn’t expect anyone to introduce themselves the same way as I do! To each their own, yes?”

Get to know each other better. That was most certainly one thing Cecile wasn’t in the mood to do. She hopes that her body language is enough to indicate to the other girl that she’s uninterested in talking, for some reason unable to simply tell her outright. It would be like kicking a puppy, she thinks dully.

“...Would think that Hope’s Peak would manage to give buses on time. More effective than talking to classmates would be phoning them to get a reason for the delay. I see no particular reason to get to know one another unless forced.”

Right, so perhaps she couldn’t erase all harshness from her words, but she figures it’s enough of the old college try that she can’t be faulted.

Then again, though, Cecile was a sucker for compliments, which was probably the biggest thing keeping her from just turning and walking away.

“...Hm. Thank you. Many say it is hard to pronounce. But... -chan.” A hint of disdain crosses her features. “Also I do hope you are not expecting me to refer to you in such an immature way, Hanamoto-san. Ah... tell me, are you planning- is this event some sort of. Party of costumes? That you are wearing such a thing.”

Somehow, miraculously, Cecile’s final question seems genuinely curious and not rude... for the moment. Almost certainly Kaya’s explanation would be dissatisfactory to her.

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Forging camaraderie | Kaya | Prologue | ATTN: Cecile

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Despite her crashing entrance and the immediate resulting encounter with one of her fellow classmates, Kaya didn’t feel exhausted by a bit. If anything, it only spurred her into action. After all, as long as they couldn’t board the bus, one had to make the best out of this waiting period! What better way to pass time than to become friends with everyone assembled here? Forging new bonds was always something that Kaya loved to do.

However, it was a rather difficult decision to pick out a certain individual in the midst of this colorful bunch. After all, everyone seemed to be so unique and amazing in their own right! If she had the power, she would probably create clones of herself so she could talk to everyone at once!

As she didn’t possess any ninja skills - thank god for that -, Kaya had to settle down for the more difficult path; not like she was one to complain about that! As people say, always do your best with what you’ve been given! That’s how you overcome trials!

Eventually, Kaya’s eyes caught the figure of a pretty, blonde girl who stood all by lonesome self. That wouldn’t do! It would be a tragedy if someone felt left out! Thus, Kaya felt obliged to engage in a conversation with her - everyone should feel happy! No way in hell would she let someone be sad!

A bright smile adorning her well-rounded face, Kaya approached the foreign-looking girl without an ounce of hesitation. When she was near enough, she stopped at a respectable distance and greeted her with a wave of her gloved hand.

“Greetings, dear comrade! How are you faring so far? If there’s any problems, please do not hesitate to call for me! It would be my pleasure to lend you a helping hand!”

“Oh, but before you can even call for me, you are required to know my name! Hanamoto Kaya, at your service~!”, at this part, she stroke a pose not unlike the ones that magical girls tend to do,”What is thy name? I bet it’s lovely, just as your elegant appearance!”

Cecile, as per usual, had been having a perfectly pleasant time standing alone and not talking to anyone. This was what she spent most social situations doing, after all, and there was no reason to mess up that streak. Occasionally one hand comes up to twirl one of the long strands of hair framing her face, but otherwise, she seems completely impassive. Like a sour-looking statue. 

But then... someone had to mess up her routine. Owl-like, her head turns to regard her... very enthusiastic and talkative classmate, not a single shifting emotion showing on her face through the entire speech. Comrade? Thy? Not even Cecile, with all her stilted, proper sentence structure spoke in such a way. Irritation and confusion war in her head as she stares, her mouth eventually dropping into a slight frown.

“Faring... bored. Poorly. The bus is late, or had you not noticed?”

She wasn’t sure what sort of “helping hand” this Kaya could come up with, but Cecile figures she’ll rustle up with something interesting.

At Kaya’s rather flamboyant introduction, Cecile visibly takes a step back, mouth dropping ever-further into a sour expression before she inclines her own head slightly. Lovely appearance?

“Murasaki... Cecile. Hope you do not expect me to pose ridiculously as well. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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a watched pot || prologue || cecile || attn: airi

Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and every moment Cecile stood outside the school gates filled her head with an ever-increasing chorus of “what am I doing here?”

It wasn’t hard to tell she wasn’t much of a charitable individual. The sabre pinned into the holder on her bag was further indication that she had no desire to be here-- both that she was missing practice time and that she, apparently, had no qualms spearing someone who approached her unduly. No matter that the button on the tip made that impossible, of course. She stands, staring icily down the road in the direction the bus was meant to come from, and broods. Of course, her brooding isn’t obvious, like some-- she wasn’t so uncouth as to make her discomfort visible through more than her ever-present, very cold-looking resting face. No, instead her rigid figure cuts a rather passive reminder that she has places to be, people to see (not really), especially emphasized by the tension in her shoulders.

It’s late, no? Waste of time. Should get to practice.

Her decision made, Cecile huffs softly and turns to leave, only to run smack-dab into... someone. Cold green eyes narrow further, focusing in on the person she’d bumped into. One of her classmates, and yet, not someone she could recognize. That wasn’t a surprise, of course, given Cecile’s tendency to not speak to people unless spoken to, but. One would figure she could at least rustle up a name.

Eventually, she inclines her head slightly.

“...Apologies. Was not watching where I was going. Are you injured?”

There was no way that the person could have been severely hurt, and thus Cecile didn’t sound that worried, but it was the thought that counted...?

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& thread tracker.

three is all i’m going to take since i have a few tests i need to study for this week!

1. kaya

2. airi

3. hibiki

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First batch of icons done!

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hey, Nice