Step out of dreams

Madotsuki [Affiliated with SoF] Girls dorm Q-1

[sharpasascythe-deactivated20141]

Glutton || Open

[sharpasascythe-deactivated20141]

He doesn’t see her, naturally concentrating on his meal and not dropping any food - though he never does normally, but he’s in front of people and wasting food just isn’t cool.

His head tilts but and he pauses his actions to look at her. “Sure thing.” Then he continues as if she had never approached, even standing up and going to get more water, milk and coke to drink.

It was only when he returned he started to think he should probably talk to the girl who had joined him… It was polite, right? Plus sitting in silence was probably awkward, at least for her; he didn’t really mind. “So… What year’re you in?”

[windowtodreams-blog]

The silence was fine with her, the less interaction she needed to have with people before class began the better it was. Though still he was interesting, well it was more the amount of food he seemed able to put away. More mental notes and fleeting thoughts to distract her.

When he returned and began to speak, she lifted her head, looking up to him with tired eyes. Oh, she'd better answer, being rude wouldn't get her more answers, "I'm a freshman," she set one of her diaries down and lowered down to lean against it, "And you..?"

[windowtodreams-blog]

Normality [intro/open!]

[teethbrushings-blog]

“Awww, but there’s no reason to do that! I’m a friend of Justice itself.”

“As that friend, I have to do everything that’s anything to protect everyone I can.”

Karen herself had faced many hardships that would be surprising to the average person how she would still be filled to the brim with energy. Still allowing herself to be sacrificed for others without a single form of regret, or any kind of second thoughts over it. As long as she was protecting them from any harm, and as long as they made sure to defeat whatever evil that happened to come their way, things would be fine, right?

“Ahh, I’m just a year ahead of you. And you’re in softball, huuuuh… that’s cool! If you play any games you need to tell me so I can come cheer you on!”

[windowtodreams-blog]

Such kindness from someone she'd only just met. It was touching.

But it also made her wonder how she was so happy, was there a secret to all of it? Oh no, nothing was ever simple in the brunette's mind, everything had a reason behind it, though, finding out such a thing could wait. It was nice feeling so.. happy, she didn't want to ruin anything.

With the prospect of someone coming to watch and cheer her on, another faint smile came to her lips, "I'll do my best when you come to watch," she paused, "Are you in any clubs?"

[braveofwind]

practice, practice, practice [madotsuki]

[braveofwind]

The dust devil quickly whipped up into a much more powerful whirlwind, though evidently not as powerful as he would have liked to make it. He whipped the kusarigama around faster and faster until she was a blur of silver metal in front of his face, his hair whipping behind him in a flurry of magenta. He unleashed the breeze as a powerful torrent in front of him, which fired out into the grounds harmlessly (well, besides a couple of pigeons that it frazzled indirectly). 

That was, of course, before he felt a familiar sensation of being watched, or at least acknowledged. Someone was around. He stopped the kusarigama from spinning as quickly as he good, grabbing out at her to halt. Then, he quickly surveyed the area around them. Ah. Of course.

Emerald eyes fixed on the newcomer, who he gave a withering stare. She hadn’t introduced or even alerted him to her presence and for that reason alone, he was suspicious. But he was a teacher, and he was supposed to be upholding a somewhat mature face. Not that he was very good at that, at all.

“… What do you want?”

[windowtodreams-blog]

It seemed her arrival hadn't been as subtle as she'd first thought it to be, a shame really, she'd wanted to see what other tricks the male had up his sleeve. Well it was too late for that now so she stepped forwards, grip on her book tightening as she lowered her hands and clasped them behind her back.

"Usually strange things gain the attention of passersby," her gaze darted over him and the weapon he held. It was much more intimidating now that it wasn't wrapped in a blur of dust and wind. Were teachers even allowed those on campus?

"I was curious,"

[sharpasascythe-deactivated20141]

Glutton || Open

The room was silent until a loud beeping rang out. Soul stretched out on his bed as and sighed as he reached over and thumped it, the noise dying slowly: he’d probably broken it again.

He rubbed his hair, already in his trademark style, though some of it seemed to be sticking out at nearly impossible angles.

He blinked awake and then threw his covers off, he hated not living with Maka and Blair - though Blair much less so.

He pulled on the school uniform begrugingly - at least at DWMA they were casual about what their students wore - though he simply folded his blazer and threw it onto his left shoulder, it was way too rigid for the young weapon.

It was easy enough after that to navigate his way to the cafeteria, grunting a few words if anyone tried to speak to him before he ate.

It was only after he sat down at an empty table, plate piled high with toast, cereals and even some soup, that he became more open and easy to talk to… If anyone could get him to stop stuffing his face.

[windowtodreams-blog]

Most of the tables in the cafeteria were crowded, even at this time she hadn't anticipated such a thing happening. With a quiet sigh, Madotsuki, glanced around the room trying to find a table that wasn't as full as some of the others. All she'd need was enough time to eat then she could leave again before it crowded over. 

Eventually she spotted one not too far off from her, occupied by a single person who... actually seemed to have a lot of food piled around him. It was enough to pique her curiosity and soon enough she was making her way over to the table, keeping her gaze on him as she settled down. 

"It's okay to sit here, yes?"

[windowtodreams-blog]

❂ wake up [ritsu]

[angrygingertrap-blog]

What, was she cataloging the insults or something? Ritsu began to feel unsettled — Well, a more honest way to put it would be that he was beginning to realize that he’d been unsettled since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Something was… wrong with this girl, something on a deeper level that he couldn’t hope to understand without several degrees in psychology. Maybe that was why he was being so vehement with his need to get under her skin, as if he needed some confirmation that she was human at all.

“Oh, sure!” Ritsu continued his petty assault, almost surprised the recluse hadn’t walked away already. “A gold medal in failing at life is something, isn’t it? Staying in your room and sleeping all day must be hard work. You deserve a little recognition.”

Then his face twisted into a scowl and he spat, almost as an aside, “People like you make me sick. I hate people, too, but you don’t see me hiding from them all day long.”

[windowtodreams-blog]

And then she laughed, hand covering her mouth completely. It was short lived however and her hand lowered back down to tighten her hold on the diary in her arms as she stepped closer to the other student. Oh, she shouldn't have laughed, that was rude of her. The top of her foot tapped against the floor gently, a simple action while she settled her thoughts into something of a better order.

"To think my constant sleeping used to worry them, now I can tell them it's a good thing," it wasn't sleeping that was the hard part, it was the twisted dreams and nightmares that came along with it. Of course, she'd never be able to explain that. Much too tedious.

"Hate people? People interest me, they're simply... fascinating," she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes, one eye opening ever so slightly as she looked up at the other, "They overwhelm me,"

[windowtodreams-blog]

❂ wake up [ritsu]

[angrygingertrap-blog]

Well, that irritated him more than it probably should have. Ritsu gave a bitchy little sneer, as if he wasn’t bothered at all by the girl’s emotionless non-reaction to his taunts. 

Those silent types were always a toss-up. Sometimes they were suppressing a flood of waterworks, and sometimes they were just cold all the way through, like the moon or something. Ritsu was determined to get some sort of response, though, so he continued on. If there was one personality trait Ritsu possessed that could be called positive, it was his perseverance.

“You mean it wasn’t what you were trying for? But you’re so good at it! Man, you should go pro,” Ritsu commented with a facetious fluttering of his eyelashes, examining his impeccable manicure as if something could be wrong with it. “If there was an olympic event for being a lazy fatass, I’m sure the gold would be all yours!”

[windowtodreams-blog]

She responded to the sneer with a tilt of her head while one of her hands reached so her finger could tap against her lips, gaze still darting over her classmate. Though she blinked at the words that followed, tapping stopping.

"Lazy, fatass," she repeated the words, committed them to memory. Though why she really felt the need to do such a thing was beyond her; maybe it was for observation purposes or maybe she was using this chance to find a gap in the other female's armor. 

Either way a small smile, too sickly sweet to be innocent, made it's way to her lips, "To win a coveted gold medal would be something to write home about, I'm happy you think I could do so well," rest assured though, with enough poking and prodding the redhead would more than likely get more of a reaction from the former recluse.

[windowtodreams-blog]

❂ wake up [ritsu]

[angrygingertrap-blog]

Oh. It was that girl.

Ritsu had seen her around the girl’s dorms, but only a tiny, tiny bit. He’d be lucky to catch her shuffling out at mealtimes, but he never saw her in the cafeteria or anything. Never saw her in class. Never saw her on campus. He had kind of thought she was really sick or something, but then she’d be in the infirmary, ri—No, on second thought, not with Tancho’s medical staff.

Still, she was shuffling her way out now, and Ritsu was feeling nasty.

A mocking smile crept onto his face as he turned to face her, arms spread wide.

“Well, look who’s decided to grace us with her presence,” Ritsu didn’t actually know her name, but he decided it would be fine anyhow. “Afraid to be the first person to get kicked out for truancy at boarding school? If you want to set a record, that’s not the way to do it, dear.”

[windowtodreams-blog]

Oh dear. 

The redhead's tone caused her to turn and her expression forced her faint smile to fade and turned her own blank. Now really she could just turn, walk away and ignore him but... what was the fun in that. As far as she could remember her encounters with others had been pleasant. This would be interesting.

"Maybe if I knew you, your words would sting more," as she spoke her fingertips brushed along the spine of the diary she held and her gaze flicked across the other female, observing her, taking in little details, "Truancy was never my intention."

[windowtodreams-blog]

❂ wake up

Falling back into the same habits had been inevitable really.

As much as she hadn't wanted to, she'd eventually retreated back to her room and stayed there, avoiding the crowds of students and teachers. It was all overwhelming, even with the few friends she'd made the need for solitude had won out over everything else.

The sleepy brunette had made a point of watching from the window though, an open book in her lap and a pen in the other so that she could take as many notes on the people she could observe from where she was settled.

A quiet sigh slipped from her lips and she slid from the window to change into her uniform, gather her books back up and finally make her way outside and into the school grounds.

Being outside felt... nice.

[windowtodreams-blog]

((hhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i need to get active get active fdjkhf i'll make an open on my day off. im gomen u u ))　

[windowtodreams-blog]

Normality [intro/open!]

[guardsthedevil]

Ok, Madotsuki! Let’s go!

[Without a wasting a single moment Meiling turned set off down the pavement, hand still clinging onto the younger girl’s own. Her brisk pace marked the excitement she felt to make a new friend. One of the first she’s met since coming here, in fact.

Suddenly she halted, long red hair swinging steadily against her back as she looked around. She let go of Madotsuki’s hand to scratch at the back of her head where the base of her hat’s elastic clung to her skull. She looked deep in thought. Finally Meiling glanced down with an apologetic smile.]

Er… wait, where are we going…

[windowtodreams-blog]

Madotsuki hadn't been ready for such a quick starting pace, with wide eyes she stumbled over her own two feet, barely managing to reach back and grab her bag in the process. Well, she'd wanted interesting and new experiences and it seemed like she was certainly going to get them.

When they came to a stop and her hand was freed she stepped forwards to be level with the other female, half rocking on her heels as she glanced around the wide expanse of campus they'd found themselves in. Meiling's words brought quiet laughter to her lips and she tilted her head back to look up at her.

"We could get food?"

[omoteoagero-blog]

17-Gyō [open]

[omoteoagero-blog]

“Ah, 冬(winter) then.”

Izuru paused to collect himself before reciting:

“A Window slammed shut;

May protect from strong north winds

But also new friends.”

He wrote the poem out on the board after he finished and began explaining to the class.

“Here, our seasonal reference to winter is ‘north winds’.  The “Window” itself is an important word in the haiku because it creates the barrier between the person inside and anything outside.  In this poem, it provides protection from evil but also a block against the good.  In some cases it can be better if our window is kept open.”

The bell rings as Izuru finishes his explanation, signaling the end of class.  He makes one last announcement as the students are packing their bags,

“I will have the homework posted later tonight so please bring it in with you to class next time.  And thank you for your participation today Madotsuki-san.”

[windowtodreams-blog]

The girl listened as he spoke, pencil tapping against her book in time with the syllables before she jotted down the haiku and the explanation that followed after it. Maybe she'd have to learn more about haiku, maybe she could talk to the older male before her next class.

As time passed and the explanation ended, Madotsuki shifted to slip her book into her bag along with the pencil she'd been using. The mention of homework caused her to blink and for a moment she wondered what it'd be. She didn't have much time to dwell on it when her name was mentioned along with thanks, "Haiku are.. interesting, sensei," Make a connection, it'd lead to more knowledge of the other male.

[wishofmortality-blog]

“Well, wouldn’t that be more interesting?” God. What was she even doing. Responding to such a useless statement. Shijima didn’t mind it though. After all, humans needed communication to establish something, do they not?

“It’s like people. The most interesting ones are the ones that grow overtime.”

[windowtodreams-blog]

"Interesting, yes, overwhelming too," The reply slipped free before she had a chance to stop herself and she turned to face the other female. It probably wasn't overwhelming for the majority of people, she realized that, but it was still a point she felt as if she needed to make.

"Even the ones that don't grow can prove interesting,"

[windowtodreams-blog]

(( hfgsf okay hi u u; my muse for mado died for a little while but i think it's coming back!! i know i've got some replies and i have a couple in my drafts completed uhm if you have any opens you'd want me to reply to too i can do that ;w;))　

[braveofwind]

practice, practice, practice [O P E N]

Even Ninjas need practice. Yuri had not become the powerful (albeit damningly feminine) warrior he was without practice and he was aware that, if left ignored for long periods of time, his skill would dwindle into nothingness and there was very little that could stop Kamanosuke from doing something he wanted to when he was set on it. And in this case, it was practising with his kusarigama and his element alike. 

Weapons were, of course, prohibited from being carried around the school campus, therefore Kamanosuke had deemed it necessary to do this somewhere a little more hush hush. Behind the main school building, to be accurate. It was a prime place for smokers, stoners… other black-market or habitual goings on that students preferred the teachers not to know about. Not that Yuri was remotely interested in any of that - he was a teacher himself, but he had no intentions of reporting any rule-breaking he caught here. 

He was doing it himself, after all. 

Dragging his sickle-and-chain along the floor behind him, he found a nice, open spot to practice in. Lovely. After assessing his surroundings and deciding that they were satisfactory, he raised the kusarigama and began to swing her around. Fast. Faster. He was homing his skills both in weaponry and in his element, wind, and as the spinning chain gained speed, it began to whip up a small dust-devil.

Tornadoes and typhoons would be too risky and not exactly low-key, and he was doing his best not to attract any attention. It wasn’t so much that he was worried about the consequences of being caught rule-breaking, it was just that he had no interest in being ranted at. It was boring. And there was nothing, nothing that Yuri hated more than bordeom.

[windowtodreams-blog]

Okay so maybe her recognition skills had gotten a little rusty. It'd been a short while since she'd wandered the nexus and the worlds that branched from it, that usually helped her to memorize surroundings. All she had to remember was to not take that detour again, that was all.

In any case she continued to wander the area, hands clasped behind her back. The area behind the school was deserted for the most part, the occasional straggler here and there but they seemed to leave pretty fast. It wasn't until she felt the wind start to kick up that she noticed the small cloud of dust that'd started to form. Those... weren't supposed to happen just like that were they? She  glanced back the way she came then over to the dust cloud before making her way over to it.

[There's someone there..]

They were causing this...? 

[wanderingemanon-blog]

the wandering girl settles down || intro/open

[wanderingemanon-blog]

She thanked her wordlessly with a soft smile. Using the longer strands of grass freed from her hair, she began to braid them into a crown.

“What was home like?” Perhaps the question was prying too much into the girl’s life when they had hardly just met. But there was a reserved, almost sullen aura to her which struck Emanon’s curiosity. 

[windowtodreams-blog]

The smile was strangely comforting and the action of braiding grass drew her attention towards it. It was just like braiding hair, maybe a little more fiddly, but still the same.

When the question came, Madotsuki was at a loss for words. How did one explain that all they'd known for a long time were the same four walls and a balcony. Eventually she lifted her gaze back to the other, "Lonely, it's something I got used to though," It was something she'd done of her own will after all.

[abyssofthedeep-inactive]

♔ Fated Day {open/intro}

[abyssofthedeep-inactive]

[ Ib’s glare softened a bit upon hearing the braid-clad girl’s response. ]

Yes!! Sneaking! You…. You scared me.

[ Ib has always been afraid of rustling noises ever since she had gotten stuck inside of Guertena’s world. She’s well aware that she shouldn’t be taking this out on other people, but in the spur of the moment, all she could do was yelp as she fell into the trap of an awkward conversation. ]

I’m sorry…

[ All Ib could do was whisper those words out as she stared at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl in front of her. ]

[windowtodreams-blog]

While the girl had seemed hostile, Madotsuki had wondered for the shortest of moments if her effects could be summoned outside of dreams, in case she ever needed protection. She fought the urge to shake her head at such a silly notion and turned her attention back to the other.

It was strange how... familiar she was; they'd never even met.

"I.. it's okay," The brunette looked to the side before holding out her hand to the girl. 

[windowtodreams-blog]

allyouneedisspeed started following you

wishofmortality started following you

sinful-existence started following you

icystalker started following you

"This school.. keeps growing," A daunting thing for the brunette that was for sure.