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| Sekai no Mahô; 4th V.O.T. Incarnation | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 25 2010, 03:41 PM (732 Views) | |
| Aoi | Jun 25 2010, 03:41 PM Post #1 |
Reborn Cynic
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The vast campus of Mahora Academy…no, the entire Mahora District was a splendid and awe inspiring sight which. The vast domain instantly commanded the full attention of any and all who first entered it’s boundaries via the Mahora-ku line from Tokyo. This particular train line had several enchantments upon its cars, tracks, and station platform in Tokyo Central Station to ensure no mundane folk could even see the train, let alone access it. The bullet train, gliding across the ephemeral track which glistened in the early morning sun, finally slid through the barrier engulfing the enchanted Mahora District. The entire Mahora District was hidden safely in the Saitama Mountains, and utilized a spatial distortion spell to hide itself among the seemingly bland mountain range. To the untrained eye –as well as the expertly trained- one would never see or know Mahora existed, even as they hiked through the Saitama Mountains. In fact, unless one was aboard the Mahora-ku line, one would not be able to enter the vast Academic City of the Old World. Even Gate Keys, portalized objects used to allow for access into and out of areas, would not work in Mahora unless actively authorized by Dean Konoe. The train was the only –known- way in and out of the Mahora District. And as it slid through the barrier, the tedious view of frost capped mountains vanished and was replaced by a sight far more majestic than before. Now, the only mountains one could see were directly behind the bullet train and far off in the distance. Even these jagged mountains were bordered by lush forestry, and much of the mountain range itself was covered in forest as well. However, aside from the forested and mountainous landscape surrounding Mahora-ku, there was no such area, save for the grassy courtyards and trees. The passengers aboard the Mahora-ku line bullet train would be treated to a view of the entire valley, with the campus directly below them and the city far off across the shimmering lake. The sheer size of Mahora-ku, the Japanese way of referring to the Mahora District, was unbelievable. Even to those from Mundus Magicus, it demanded respect and admiration. Considering Mahora Academy schooled every single mage, magic-user, ki-user, demon, and non-mundane human in Japan; as well as countless exchange students from all over the world and Mundus Magicus, it should really have been no surprise that Mahora-ku was so massive. Even so, the size never failed to impress even the teachers, and Mahora Valley (another name for Mahora-ku/the Mahora District) was number two on Magical Life T2’s “Places to see before you die” list. The array of spaces and academic buildings stretched across as far as the eye could see. Unexpectedly, no architecture here was magical or contained magical properties, save for enchantments to prevent damage to few buildings and facilities. The architecture was grand and elaborate, and certainly expertly crafted. But there were no invisible air corridors like in Mundus Magicus, no odd creatures running around, and the architecture was a testament to the ingenuity of ‘mundane’ man. The campus had been isolated and made magically, long ago, but that did not detract from the very human architecture or the size of Mahora-ku. The passengers onboard the bullet train –enchanted to provide far more room inside each car than outsiders would infer- would be able to see this grand sight beneath them as the train finally began to dip fluidly. The snake like machine twisted along its invisible track, beginning its descent. The train’s passengers would find that they experienced little to no turbulence, and the train finally slid to a stop on the ground at Mahora Academy Station. It would be through this station that one could later buy a boarding pass and travel across campus via monorail or to Mahora City across the lake. For now, though, the lengthy train slid to a stop, and its passengers were allowed to file out the sliding doors of their car. Once all passengers had left, the train kicked into high gear and sped off into the horizon towards Mahora City. That train had been carrying the last minute arrivals to Mahora Academy, and had been the last train approved to enter Mahora-ku. Attentive as ever, the station manager noted this and activated a high level spell to prevent any trains from leaving the area without the Dean’s authorization. Of course, the trains still ran freely across Mahora Academy and Mahora City as per the train schedule, but now one could not simply ride out of Mahora-ku. And, as all knew, simply hiking over the Mahora Mountains and leaving on foot, once one stepped past the barrier on the other side of the mountains, would result in any trespassers being knocked unconscious and teleported to an infirmary. Mahora-ku was effectively locked down, and the last of the students had just arrived. The students already in their dormitories and those just arriving would already know that there were no first of year meetings. All information that merited being made known to the entire campus had been mailed and posted in the Grand Hall at the center of Campus. This was done so that the students wouldn’t need to bother with assembling in one area with such large numbers. Today was a Sunday, which allowed students to explore the campus, interact with one another, and prepare for their classes tomorrow. The campus was littered with students, yet still managed to be quite spacious. The Pre-k through elementary campus was quiet, since those students stayed at houses in the residential district of Mahora City. The Junior High-High School campus and the adjoining University level campus were anything but quiet, though. The grounds were filled with the illuminated faces of newcomers and the hustle and bustle that had become synonymous with Mahora Academy. Left and right students walked, talked, sat, and loitered. The main attraction of the day was the Mahora Academy Club Fair, which resulted in several blocks of main road being blocked off to allow clubs and student organizations to set up booths and displays, and recruit. The efforts made weren’t as noticeable as they were during the Mahora Festival, but there was never a bad time to recruit. The food stalls and club booths took up several blocks of road, and was a chance for new students to make friends with common interests. Several booths were set up and already handing out flyers and demonstrating club activities. On a portable stage, a girl with dark coloured skin and silver or white hair was balancing with godly precision on a translucently thin strip of wire. At another booth, a pair of twins sat in folding chairs, enthusiastically handing out flyers about the “Out-Walking Society.” Next to them, a girl with long green hair and glasses attacked a sketch pad with expert speed and focus. Her very well drawn display pieces lay laminated and clipped to the table’s front. A different booth boasted itself by being located at the head of the street. The people sitting at this long table were the Student Council, with representatives from the Executive Enforcement Group, the Student Activities Board, Student Services, and a few others. The authority of the student council governed these committees, but some were…less well behaved than others. After all, it was the Presidents of these respective committee’s who had authority, and only two notches above them on the chain-of-command (The Student Council President and the Dean of Mahora Academy) left them with a questionable amount of freedom. The Presidents of these individual committees, all of which formed the Student Council and its various departments, were not required to be at the booth. One girl in particular was present, as she had been since she became Student Council President of Mahora Academy. The Student Council consisted of several more generalized groups and their Presidents, who; aside from respecting the authority of this girl and the Dean, were virtually free to do as they wished. Upon her rise to power, she had been quick to exploit a loophole in the Student Council Constitution, and made autonomous action deemed irresponsible or unethical punishable. Her popularity was through the roof, and of the five divisions of the student council, all but one or two people liked her. Ayaka Yukihiro sat at the center of this head table, wearing the distinguished maroon uniform of the Student Council President. Her lovely emerald eyes swept over the tide of students, and she smiled in a heart warming manner. She was happy to be Student Council President, and so far had done nothing but make Mahora Academy a better place for the students. Most everyone liked her and those who didn’t had to respect her charismatic nature and eloquence. Ayaka was impressed at this fair’s turnout, and taking mental notes of how to improve it for next semester. As she quietly went over options in her head, the students all about the fair would be allowed to observe any club they fancied. It was going to be –as usual- an interesting semester. |
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| black shadow alchemist | Jun 28 2010, 01:59 AM Post #2 |
Scrambled it Trouble down
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A figure looked out at the massive expanse in front of her. She could see most of Mahora from her window spot on the train. She yawned lightly. This was the massive campus of Mahora. It was nice, but not what every seemed to say it was. Tsuzune wasn't exactly imperssed. Meanwhile another passenger stared in complete awe of the spectacle before him. Oliver tried not to look silly, but he was genuinely impressed by Mahora. He couldn't believe not only did a large city like this sat nestled in this wooded valley, but it was also completely non-mundane. Even the train they came in on was magic. It was definitely amazing. The train took a sudden drop. It was similar to the first fall on a roller-coaster. One could feel their stomachs lifting. Someone was bound to hurl somewhere on the train. The train then leveled out of its sudden dip. It was no time before the train stopped with a light push at the station. All passengers were asked to leave the train now that it had reached its destination. The two passengers rose, completely oblivious to each other currently. They walked out of the train. Tsuzune had a large shoulder bag containing all of her belongings. Oliver carried all he needed in a small bag, and his large trunk. They passed through the magical detection area. Oliver was asked to present ID given the nature of his belongings, but after he showed that he was part of the Monastery all was cleared. Oliver was actually here on a small ambassador mission. He was suppose to stay on the campus for a while, and observe how it runs. His mission was to last roughly three months before he was to return to Italy where he would report his findings. Oliver also had an appointment scheduled to talk with the Dean about his motives. This would be the first touch between Mahora and the Monastery so Oliver had to make sure to be on his very best behavior. Tsuzune walked through the streets of Mahora for a short time. She had no idea really what to do. She wasn't told where the dorms were, or even the academic buildings for that matter. She wandered aimlessly for a short time before walking into a street flooded with what looked like students. She noticed that there was a large desk that had a banner that read Student Council or something. There was a blond haired girl who sat in the center of the desk. If someone would know where she was suppose to go it'd be her. Tsuzune walked quickly over. She wore a large hat similar to those that stereotypical witches wore. It had a blue gem on the end of a line that connected to the top of the hat. She wore a white jacket and skirt. They looked fairly tight, and revealed that she had no curves on her. White hair could be seen poking out from under the hat. Tsuzune was a very white person. Another figure walked the streets of Mahora. His silver hair blew in the light breeze. He wore a simple white button up along with a part of dark blue cargo pants. He held a large truck on his back with ease even though it looked very heavy. He walked with a light smile on his face. That changed in a moment's notice. He was suppose to go to the chapel on Mahora to meet with the woman who ran it. It wasn't unusual for Oliver's quarters to usually be in a church of some sort. However, he had another place he felt he needed to be. A familiar feeling clicked in his head. There was a demon on the campus. Oliver wasn't familiar with Mahora's policy on demons, but his experience taught him to never just let one go. He ran down the streets quickly following the trail it had left. He noticed that there was some sort of gathering in the street. It seemed to be involve school clubs as he read some of the banners. His eyes trailed until they looked on a young girl who wore all white. He could sense it, it was her. Tsuzune, the girl in all white, stopped in front of the desk immediately before Ayaka. Tsuzune took a light breath, "Excuse me, I'm new here. Could you perhaps direct me in the direction of where I can find my dorm room?" |
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| Aoi | Jun 29 2010, 01:38 PM Post #3 |
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Reborn Cynic
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The Student Council president was quite used to new students coming up to her and asking her for directions. Since the first day of school wasn't until tomorrow, a lot of the students were simply enjoying the time off, frolicking and playing and loitering about the campus of Mahora Academy. Ayaka, though, was as busy as ever, greeting new students and welcoming back familiar faces. Her emerald green eyes shone with an enthusiasm unmatched by most in her position, rather than the tired reserve with which so many politicians and busy members of the student council carried themselves. This welcoming gaze was given to a girl who caught Ayaka's attention, pulling Ayaka away from shuffling Student Council fliers she had printed off the night before. "Excuse me, I'm new here. Could you perhaps direct me in the direction of where I can find my dorm room?" A young girl with white hair and wearing all white had come up to the table, and Ayaka returned the girl's question with a kind smile. The girl had asked a common question, and Ayaka was all too ready to give the girl an answer. However, without knowing the girl's class number or grade, Ayaka would not be able to help the girl find her dormitory. Ayaka herself was only seventeen years of age, despite being the Student Council President for the entire Student Council, having vested in her authority that most students would accept in a heart beat. However, given Ayaka's charismatic personality and genuine interest in being a just and fair leader (albeit a bit of a taskmaster), she was well suited to the job. "Well, you look like you're about nineteen or twenty years old." Ayaka said, placing a hand underneath her chin, giving a thoughtful look to Tsuzune and analyzing her. "If this is the case, then you'd be a university student here...at least, that's my guess. A Freshman in the university?" she asked, and carried on without waiting for a correction. "Well, the university girl's dorms are split into four buildings, all of which are over eight stories tall and very well furnished. Luckily, even though this is the junior-high and high school campus, we adjoin directly with the university's campus, and the two are often indistinguishable." Ayaka said, reaching into the pocket on the right side of her maroon jacket. She produced a slim, black book. Emblazoned on it's thin, leather front was a golden, holographic symbol of a Fleur-de-lis; Mahora's Student Council symbol. This was the girl's student passport, a device given to students as they went to the Registrar's office to pick them up. Ayaka thumbed through hers, before finding a two page map of Mahora Academy. She set the passport down and moved her fingers on the left page in an elaborate pattern, before taking her fingers off of the passport. From the open guidebook a light was projected, before a textbook sized map of Mahora appeared in front of Tsuzune. Ayaka pointed to a particular point on the map, and began tracing a holographic line with her index finger as she spoke. "We're here, right now; at the base of the Mahora Clocktower." she said, using her other arm to gesture to the tall structure behind them. "You'll want to head that way." she said, pointing behind the girl and into the street filled with students and booths. "For several blocks, until you reach Sakura Boulevard. When you reach the intersection of Main Street; which we're on now, and Sakura Boulevard, you'll take a left down Sakura. You'll pass a building labeled 'Henderson Hall', which is one of the exchange students residences. Go past that and in two buildings you'll find 'Amane Hall', which is where the most rooms are freed up for university females." Ayaka said, having -as usual- given a thorough answer where a short one would have sufficed. She flipped the passport shut and pocketed it, smiling up at the girl once more. "So, yes, you'll backtrack down the street and take a left at Sakura Boulevard. But please, don't be too hasty to go to your room. I assure you, as Student Council President, your luggage and gear have all been delivered and are waiting for you in the room you'll be given in Amane Hall's lobby. So, please, take a while to associate with your fellow students at our humble Club Fair. I know that a lot of the people here look younger, and it's true a good portion are junior high, but we have just as many -if not more- high school and university students here too. At Mahora Academy, we are all a family; and once you reach junior-high level and above, it is not uncommon for one to associate with university students." Ayaka informed her, sitting down and handing a flier to the girl. "This is a list of only a few of the amazingly versatile clubs we offer here at Mahora, and it is mandatory for students junior high and above to be involved in a club. So, why not take a look around and see if you can't find something you like. Will you do that?" Ayaka asked kindly, tilting her head and keeping her friendly gaze on only one of the fresh, new faces at Mahora Academy ______________________________________________________________ And, even as Ayaka offered the utmost hospitality to the disguised demon, another new face on campus was stalking Tsuzune. Mahora Academy had no policy against demons, and the creatures from Makai were often welcomed at Mahora by faculty and student council members. However, as was the case everywhere, even the closest thing to a utopia was plagued by very human shortcomings. One of the most prevalent shortcomings in the magical world was prejudice against demons, full blooded or half-breed. Now, in recent years a good number of supernatural denizens had come to accept demons as their equals. However, many still feared and hated demons. The fact was, all demons were considered dangerous by old fashioned mages who knew that demons were the creation and tool of a dangerous Demon Lord from hundreds of years ago. The Demon Lord had once been a good made, but had began creating demons in secret, and before long the Demon Lord had amassed an army. He let loose his artificially created demons, as well as the countless 'true' demons who had pledged their loyalty to him in exchange for power, turmoil, and revenge. That incident had almost ended the world, and it was only thanks to a legendary hero that Valde Everto, the demon lord, was vanquished once and for all. But people's memories are not quick to fade, and history is written by the winners of famous battles. Demons, whether they served Valde Everto or not, were all held in low regard and carried with their race a stigma. The magical world was split down the middle in terms of those who accepted demons and recognized them as "not necessarily evil" and those who hated all demons regardless of their personal creed. At Mahora, as in Mundus Magicus and most magical realms, demons were welcomed and considered equal. But there would always be those whom looked down upon demons, or feared and hated their kind, simply for what they were. Demons in the Old World were incredibly rare, as most dwelled in Makai or Mundus Magicus. However, a few existed, and the Dean always knew who was a demon and who was not. Disguises made no real different to people like Oliver Otuel or Mana Tatsumiya. As the silver haired monk eyed his mark, another unseen figure eyed him. However, his stalker chose to make herself known, and she walked until she stood beside him. She wore a white suit jacket over a dark red 'Y' shirt, along with white slacks and dress shoes. She was a tall girl with black hair and a dark complexion. Being half-Japanese and half-Puerto Rican, her skin pigment was somewhat darker but not nearly as dark as those of the African variety. "So, you see it too?" she asked, quietly. She made no moves to attack Oliver, but simply stood to his left and slightly behind him, having noticed the demon first, but then noticed the man following the demon. |
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| Wolf Face | Jun 30 2010, 10:15 PM Post #4 |
The meek one
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Kacie Burkowitz-Sidel was sitting in a seat by himself, staring out of a window as he watched the scenery go past. Honestly, he wasn't ready to meet his class-mates face to face. He hadn't been in contact with any of them for two years. In his lap lay a small note book, and despite resting his chin on his fist, Kacie's other hand held a pencil. So far he had been scribbling in it, and there , were lines of words.. However after so many lines the hand-writing changed from a neat, loopy scrawl to a jagged, chicken-scratch. Suddenly the train took a dip. After two years, Kacie had already forgotten about the stomach-flipping sensation and found himself bolting for the bathroom on the train. The notebook went flying into the air and landed, cover up, on the seat were the orange-haired kid had been. It wasn’t until the train stopped at Mahora Station that Kacie went back to his compartment and gathered his heavy messenger-bag, slipping the small notebook into it. Stepping off of the rain, Kacie was still wobbly and green in the face. He was headed towards the school grounds, unsure of what to expect. Would any of his class-mates recognize him? Did he want them to? Walking into the middle of the hustle and bustle, Kacie had forgotten the sheer awe that came with so many students and activities. There were plenty of familiar faces, including the dark skinned girl doing tricks and the Student Council. To Ayaka's left, sat Sang-Ji Sima, president of the Judicial Council. Despite being just as friendly as the Student Council President, Sang-ji seemed particularly distracted by the ring on her finger. It looked as if it were made out of pure silver, and it had three bands, the middle one embedded with a rainbow of small crystals. This middle band was also able to move independently from the rest of the ring, so Sang-ji was currently turning it with the thumb of her other finger, seeming lost in thought. That was until Tsuzune showed up anyway. When she heard the soft voice, Sang-ji looked up suddenly, with a great big smile on her face. Ayaka could handle this one simple question as she had several times before. Though, as Ayaka continued her long winded explanation, and insisted that Tsuzune should join a club, Sang-Ji couldn’t help but take in the white-haired girl’s scent. A demon.. Well they littered Mahora and didn’t bother Sang-ji in the least. Giggling, Sang-ji waved a hand as Ayaka conclude herself. “I will gladly escort you to the different club-booths, or even to your dormitory if you would like.. What’s your name, miss?” Never did Sang-ji try to up-show Ayaka. Merely compliment the President’s job, Ayaka had many people to assist, and couldn’t escort everyone that asked for help. Kacie walked right passed the girls, hearing Ayaka mention that everyone had to join a club. How could he have forgotten such a thing? So far his stomach had settled from the train-ride.. Alas, this made him feel nervous all over again. What club should he join? …What if he had to join more than one? Absently, he pulled the small notebook out of his bag, and flipped it open, writing on a fresh page with his tidy cursive. “Do you want to join a club?” “You’re stupid if you’re seriously asking that question.” Was written with the untidy chicken-scratch. The pencil was one of Kacie's favorite objects. It was enchanted to change color depending on who was holding it. Kacie sighed, he had been afraid of that answer. So he continued to wander around the booths, looking and jotting down notes in the notebook. It wasn’t long before he stopped in front of the booth for The Advanced Robotics Club. The orange haired boy gazed at the booth, looking vaguely grumpy. Jeremy used to be in the Advanced Robotics Club when the twins were 13 and 14... Right before.. Well that didn’t matter anymore. The twins hadn’t been to Mahora for two years… Would the Advanced Robotics Club recognize that grumpy face as Jeremy Burkowitz-Sidel? |
   
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| TacoClone | Jul 4 2010, 03:56 PM Post #5 |
The Captain
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Now was the perfect time for action. Renji stared up at the clock tower with a devilish grin on his face. The medium length black hair fell in front of his eyes, obscuring them from other people's views, but that's how he'd always worn his hair. His skater shoes pattered on the ground as he walked slowly up to the base of the iconic behemoth that stood above the club fair. He stood behind the clock tower, unseen by the hustle-and-bustle of the beginning school year before him. He rarely participated in school activities, and was willing to do so even less today. Renji was on a mission. He pulled his drumsticks out of the back pocket of his baggy blue jeans, letting his tight black tee to fall back into place on his hips. Standing in front of the maintenance door to the tower, he held one of the drumsticks with his right hand and placed it firmly against the door's lock. It took only a few seconds as blue light flared weakly and died back down. There was a low clank and the door swung wide open. He spun his drumstick in his hand before pocketing them back as though his back pocket were a gun holster. The door's lock had been blown out from the inside, using his ki focused through the drumstick to enter the keylock and then expand until the lock was no more. Now he navigated up the service ladder and made note of all the clockwork inside of it. He smiled as he made it to the top of the structure. The light filtered in through the huge clock faces. This was where he'd carry out his plans. His left hand pulled out a small device from his pants pocket. It was round and looked similar to a pocket watch. He wound a knob on it's side several times before reaching out into the middle of the tower's clockwork and placing it on a flat surface therein. Then Renji took his leave, hopping over to the ladder and sliding most of the way to the bottom before letting go, landing in a roll, and high tailing it out of the thing (hopefully) unseen. Moments later he appeared on the opposite side of the club fair from the tower, ready for the show to begin. He pulled a smaller version of the school passport than Ayaka's out of his right pocket and flipped it open. He nodded, noticed that the thing he had placed should activate within the minute, and returned the book to his pocket. Then, on cue, Mahora Clocktower burst to life. A large hologram-like image similar to the projection similar to that from the passport appeared in front of each clock face on the large tower. It seemed to be video of the Vernacular Hats at a live concert. But it wasn't just the images, it also had sound. Audio of the concert blasted across the campus, delivering musical goodness to all the students there. A large portion of the student body started cheering immediately, while another portion groaned at the unexpected and unwanted disturbance. But Renji didn't care about that second group of people. "Hater gunna hate," he said more-so to himself than anyone around him. Thus far his mission had been successful. He'd selflessly delivered precious, precious jams unto the people, and he was satisfied with the half of the student population that were enjoying it. More and more of the students seemed to be warming up to the surprise every moment, soon everyone would be dancing and having a good time. Renji laughed. |
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| Aoi | Jul 4 2010, 06:32 PM Post #6 |
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Reborn Cynic
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As the two sided coin of a mage loitered in front of the Advanced Robotics Club's booth at the Club Fair, a pair of glazed, alert eyes settled on the boy's familiar facial features. The two green hues blinked once, taking a quick snapshot and running the face through three years worth of memory. Various facial features, in her vision, were highlighted and picked out as a list of names and accompanying faces began rapidly scrolling next to the picture. Finally, Chachamaru picked out the boy, and in a split second had discovered his identity as someone she had seen before. The robotic girl did not move from her position behind Satomi Hakase, but she lowered her head and spoke into Satomi's ear. The bespectacled mad scientist of Mahora was busy tinkering with an odd looking compass of sorts. Upon closer inspection, one would find that it was not, in fact, a compass; but a very elaborately decorated watch. When Chachamaru tapped her shoulder, Satomi subtly slid the watch out of view, securing the thing and making sure it was safely out of sight. Then, hearing Chachamaru's whispered words, Satomi jerked her head to the side and locked eyes with Chachamaru. The girl stood from her chair, knocking the metal folding chair over with a loud clang that was lost amongst the rabble of the crowds. "Sidel-san?" Satomi asked, hastily. She had glued her eyes upon the boy's face, and a small but noticeably growing smile was on her face. Satomi was wearing the typical female uniform of Mahora's Junior High Division, and a long, white lab coat over that. She spoke again, not really giving the boy time to confirm or deny he was who she suspected. After all, with Chachamaru having identified him, Satomi knew there was no chance of a mistake being made. "Hey, it's good to see you again. It's been a while...where's your brother?" she asked, not caring if she sounded rude or not. She was happy to see this particular person back, as she knew one of the brothers had been in the robotics club. They had been gone a long time, though, and at that point Chachamaru had only been a year old. Two years had passed since then, and it was only due to Chachamaru recognizing the physical body in front of them that Satomi even had a clue this was one of the Sidel boys. "I never could remember your names or keep your faces straight. Were you the one in our club?" she asked, after his answer about his brother. "I'd certainly like to see a returning member, especially after he's been gone for so long." she said aloud, waiting for the boy to return her greeting. ______________________________________________________________ Ayaka Yukihiro had allowed the Judicial Council President to take over, as Ayaka resumed her organization of various fliers and information booklets. The blond haired girl was quite busy, given her position as the Student Council President, and she was quite thankful that Sang-ji had begun talking to the white haired girl. This meant Ayaka could begin her next task, checking over the club booths to make sure everything was ship shape, and that the numerous students attending the Club Fair were having fun. So far, there had been no fights or attempts at dueling in the streets, which was always a good thing. It was Ayaka's job to stop people who dared to challenge the rules set forth by the Judiciary Council, herself, or the Dean. She had many connections throughout the school given her prestigious position, but she had no idea what Renji was up to regarding the clock tower. She had no idea that he had destroyed the lock to get in, scaled the structure, and planned to broadcast an unauthorized performance using the clock tower. And, given how fast-paced everything was right now -as it always was that time of year- she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until the show had started. As the music started playing and the image surfaced on the clock faces overlooking the campus, Ayaka frowned and pulled out her own passport. She flipped it open, and lifted it to her cheek, waiting for the student she had selected to pick up. ______________________________________________________________ The tall, dark skinned girl next to Oliver heard a high pitched ringing sound, and fished out a small, thin book. It was glowing bright blue, and she lifted it to her face, securing it to her ear. She said nothing that Oliver could hear, and simply shifted her amber gaze up to the clocktower as the concert began. She had heard of concerts being used as diversions at schools before, and the realization that the projection was playing songs by the Vernacular Hats was no surprise to her. She listened as Ayaka gave her new orders, though Oliver -even standing next to Mana- would be unable to hear anything. After the telepathic conversation was finished, Mana pocketed her passport and looked to Oliver again. "Be careful tailing people around here...some could see it as a challenge." she said, offering a few words of wisdom before departing. Mana took off into the crowd, the flash of white disappearing as she maneuvered through the crowd with great agility and skill. She wasn't even using supernatural speed as much as she was just ducking and weaving through the now alert crowd. Many of the students were cheering and hollering, while others were more confused or offered looks of disapproval. Mana was acting on the latter's behalf, and on orders from Ayaka herself. Mana ran up the steps quickly, her long legs making short work of the stone staircase. Upon finding that front door to still be sealed shut and locked tight, she ran around to the other door and frowned. She knew right away someone had been in here. She picked up the lock, and inspected it briefly before arriving at the conclusion a ki user had picked this lock. Pocketing the now ruined security device, she headed towards the ladder and looked up into the crossbeams and rafters. Seeing the beacon, she frowned, and jumped into the air. Her white dress shoes gently alighted upon a rung of the ladder, before she leapt to a low lying support beam. She twisted a small degree in the air and rebounded off of this rafter. Her next perch was the rafter the beacon was on, and she could see it emitting the projection against the clock faces; the sound uncomfortably loud as it blared around her noisily. A swift reach into her suit jacket produced a high caliber handgun, and in a split second the beacon was destroyed by three powerful shots from the firearm. The images on the clock faces flickered in and out of existence, as if resisting the damage done to the device. Yet as Mana's right foot came down on the device and shattered it underfoot, the music and images faded. The energy from the brief concert, however, refused to fade. If anything, the five or so minutes it took to find and shut down the device had gotten most of the campus riled up and boosted their energy levels. Some members of the crowd still cheered, while others pried their attention from the impromptu concert and began observing clubs with newfound determination to have a good year. Ayaka gave a satisfied smirk as the device was destroyed and the concert ended, but a large part of it was simply tradition. This happened every year: some club -often times, multiple clubs- would try to catch the attention of students in bizarre and odd ways during major campus attractions. Even if Ayaka did know Renji was behind this, she wouldn't have punished him for something as simple as this. Ayaka enjoyed things like this, more or less, considering the harmless shenanigans a game or a competition of sorts. Ayaka mentally noted that she needed to thank Mana later, and her emerald eyes scanned the Student Council table for any sight of the Executive Enforcement Group's president. If she saw him, she'd be sure to mockingly scold him since she knew he was in that band. Renji's mission had been accomplished, and the concert had taken four minutes or so to shut down, giving the student body plenty of energy and enthusiasm about the semester ahead. Ayaka continued to scout for her target, hoping he was present at the fair. |
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| Wolf Face | Jul 5 2010, 08:28 PM Post #7 |
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Hearing a faintly familiar voice, Jeremy actually looked closely at those in the robotics club, wondering who had called his name. Carefully he slipped the small notebook into the messenger bag. The grumpier twin actually managed a smile, offering Satomi a hand-shake. "Yeah, I was. Kacie ran off, probably looking for his old study group.." There was always something darker in Jeremy's eyes, always had been. Even despite his smile. The dark look wasn't just because he was lying. "Sorry for disappearing on you like that, Satomi-chan." Then he took full notice of Chachamaru. "Is that Chachamaru-san? Wow, she looks great!" He remembered the robot, however he mostly remembered seeing a few of the plans for her, and hearing talk. He couldn't remember if he had been there for her creation. The side-effects of getting killed and resurrected in a shared body, one could suppose. Admiring the look of the robotic girl, that's when the noise of a concert cascaded over the grounds. Looking up at Mahora Clocktower, Jeremy's demeanor changed as Kacie involuntarily took over. "Wooow, I love Vernacular hats! So coooool!" In a snap the demeanor changed again, and it was just Jeremy, scowling at the clocktower, none-the-wiser that his brother had been in control for a moment. |
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| black shadow alchemist | Jul 8 2010, 12:25 AM Post #8 |
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Oliver's eyes darted to the girl who stood next to him. It was obvious that she too could sense demons and such. She was skilled to say the least. She also gave some good advice. She didn't seem like she had much time because shortly after arriving she held some sort of device to her ear. As she departed Oliver spat out a quick, "Thanks for the info." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tsuzune listened as Ayaka told her where to go, but she was quickly overwhelmed by the directions. She gave a sort of blank look as she went over what she said in her head, but none of it seemed to match up. At the mention of clubs and how they were mandatory, Tsuzune thought about taking this opportunity to find one. "Sure, why not while I'm already here," Tsuzune said. She wasn't sure how it happened, but it seemed like another girl was going to show her around the clubs. She could tell how easy it could be to overlook several clubs with how many there were here. Tsuzune looked down the street. There had to be at least a hundred stands up. She faced the girl who offered to help when she heard the question of her name. "Tsuzune, Tsuzune Fukunaga," she said in a monotone voice, "Thank you for offering to show me around." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oliver watched as one of the student council members got up, and began walking with the girl he sensed. It seemed that either no one noticed she was a demon, or more likely, no one cared. It was refreshing to see a lack of prejudice despite the magical war that happened. He smiled to himself before he remembered that he had to get to the Dean's office on the double. With a quick sprint, Oliver was well on his way to meet the Dean of Mahora and get everything situated between Mahora and the Monastery. |
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| Aoi | Jul 8 2010, 02:17 PM Post #9 |
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Dean Konoe sat in his office as the festivities of the Mahora Club Fair reached full swing. The old man wore casual cloths consisting of slacks and a button-up dress shirt not befitting a man well into his seventies. However, there were many things about this man, known to many as "the old man with the oddly-shaped eggplant head", that did not betray his old age. He always seemed to have plenty of energy, had no trouble hearing a whisper or reading the tiny cursive on acceptance letters. He could raise his voice and even jog if he actually needed to, at least for a short distance. The one thing that did accurately convey his age was his wrinkled face. Each fold of skin in his face was carved by the dual knives of wisdom and experience, and some cuts had been more painful than others. Even so, despite Konoemon Konoe's wizened face, he almost always wore a smile. The Dean often acted as if he was still in his prime, and had no plans of retiring from his position anytime soon. He had long ago vowed that as long as he could in some way benefit the world, both mundane and magical, that he would continue to serve as Mahora's Headmaster. Dean Konoe knew almost every student at Mahora by name and by face, and made a point to include himself in events such as one transpiring in the winding streets of Mahora's junior high campus. However, he had an appointment scheduled this morning, and so the old man could only watch from his office's large window. This office provided a view overlooking almost all of Mahora Academy's campus, including the Hill and the World Tree, as well as part of Mahora Lake and Library Island in the distance. He stood at this window with his arms folded behind his back, hands joined together. The office itself had an inviting feel to it, from the royal purple curtains and the maroon carpet to the way the man's oaken desk was arranged and the coat rack by the door. Dean Konoe's office smelled of cinnamon as usual, owed in large part to the choice of candles his granddaughter always got for him. As the old man waited for Father Otuel to arrive, he looked up with a semi-alert expression as the Clocktower came to life. The clock faces projected a familiar image and the tunes of Indigenous Toupés or some such band echoed across Mahora Academy. Instead of reacting with a scowl or mental complaint like most old men would, Dean Konoe simply smiled and ran one of his hand's fingers through his beard. He was always filled with joy when the students of Mahora Academy felt inclined to share their energies with one another, and filled even more so when they found inventive ways to do so. Dean Konoe watched the entirety of the concert until it was cut short, and his smile remained even as the sound and image faded into the ether. He could see the positive way in which the student body present had been effected, and he continued to watch over the crowd until he heard his office door open. Dean Konoe turned from his window and set his eyes upon his visitor: Oliver Otuel. Upon seeing the young paladin, Dean Konoe smiled and nodded at him, speaking with a voice that was as wizened but kind as himself. "Ah, Otuel-kun!" the Dean said enthusiastically. "It's good to see you. I do hope you had a good trip, and ran into no complications finding our humble academy." he said, sincerely. Gesturing to the coat rack by the door, Dean Konoe asked Oliver to place his trunk there and offered him a cup of tea, indicating a pitcher and glasses on his desk. _____________________________________________________________ Satomi smiled ad Jeremy returned her greeting and reached across the collapsible but stable table. The bespectacled scientist used her right hand to adjust her oval, frameless glasses while extending her left to accept Jeremy's more western greeting. She shook his hand idly, then pulled her hand back, not really used to such a western welcome. Satomi wasn't really sure if this had been the twin she had preferred, or if it was Kacie, the missing one. As Jeremy mentioned Kacie having wandered off, Satomi noticed Chachamaru shift her stance out of the corner of her eye. Is that right? Satomi thought to herself, taking mental note regarding Chachamaru's subtle signal. However, to avoid suspicion from Jeremy, Satomi quickly redirected her attention back to the more serious of the twins. She looked him up and down, not an uncommon thing to do after one has not seen another for two years. The dark haired girl smiled, and placed one hand on a clipboard that lay on the table. She slid the clipboard forward, and Jeremy would be able to see the thin chain that attached a pen to the hardwood display. Clipped to the board was a piece of paper with blanks for information such as name, number, and other tidbits of miscellaneous information. Satomi's glasses titled at just the right angle to allow a glare on their surface as she spoke. "Well, then, Jeremy...would you like to sign up for your old club? We'd be delighted to have you back." Satomi said, then hearing the boy inquire about Chachamaru. Even as stoic and analytical as Satomi was, even she couldn't help but give a small grin as the boy showed amazement with her pride and joy. Any self respecting scientist or inventor would be flattered by one complimenting their creation. Chachamaru was, without a doubt, the most advanced piece of technology in the Old World (and most likely in Mundus Magicus), powered by magic and far beyond the capabilities of any currently existing technology. "Yeah, that's her!" Satomi said, cheerfully. The egghead wasn't surprised that Jeremy didn't recognize her, as Chachamaru hadn't really been seen much during her first year of "life". She was three years old, and remembered Jeremy with little to no trouble at all. Satomi's smile faded as the concert began, and she stared at the man as he let out an enthusiastic comment regarding the band. His immediate shift in disposition was not lost on her, and she wondered if that had something to do with Chachamaru's signal from earlier which indicated Jeremy was lying. "Whaddya say?" Satomi inquired, hand still resting on the upper portion of the clipboard, as she stared at Jeremy curiously. |
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| Tenish | Jul 9 2010, 02:19 PM Post #10 |
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Ender gritted his teeth. This was not going to be a good day. His eyes lanced sideways. Movement. To the right. Dashing backwards, the air where he'd just stood exploded outwards n a wave of heat, molten concrete blasting away from the crater. He flashed from point to point, zig-zagging across the pavement the ground turning to slag behind him. Dash. Leap. Kick off. He vaulted off the flagpole, sailing over the ruined field, the pole burst into flames just as he'd kicked off. Flipping backwards he landed in a crouch on one of the last bits of unmolested ground in the lot. The explosions stopped, he slowly scanned his eyes over the battlefield. Violent shimmers of heat rose all around from the impact craters. It was not going to be a good day. Because today it was a magician. One with high order fire magic and a proficiency with illusion. Then he heard it. Ender looked towards the center of Mahora, several blocks away from the vacant lot. Even at this distance he could hear it. He was singing. He could see images flickering on the clocktower. "Renji, dammit." Ender groaned, and was engulfed in flames. The highly concentrated firestorm raged, the ground all around buckling and bubbling from the intense heat. It was so bright, one could hardly look at it. And Ender was at its center. As the flames slowly began to die, the mage slowly rose from one of the other impact craters, slowly materializing from the magma. He was small, about the size of a middle-schooler. Not that appearances were much of an indication at a place like Mahora. He wore a cloak, charcoal black, with the hood pulled low over his face. Only his mouth was visible. He was smiling. The mage turned to look at the clocktower. What a fortunate turn of events. He'd been having trouble pinning down that Enforcement President, and was running out of time on his charm. But that was all it took. In a high-level fight like this, all it took was one screw up to end things. It was going to be a good yea- Ender's fist connected with the mage's teeth. The mage flew across the field, crashing hard into the dumpsters against the far wall. Ender straightened, the flames vortex of flames behind him blasting outwards and dissipating from the shockwave of his extreme burst of speed. Ender slowly straightened from his guard after he was sure the mage wouldn't be getting up again. He regarded the unconscious mage, smelling something burning. He looked down. His arm was on fire. Waving it violently he patted out the flames frantically and groaned at his charred clothing, feeling the burnt material on his back and arm. This had been exactly what he was trying to avoid. First day and already he needed a new uniform. Ender sighed, taking off his jacket and slinging it over his shoulder, and now he had to go deal with the fallout off Renji's little stunt. Ender sighed, his shoulders deflating further. Why did his life have to be so complicated. Hopping lightly over piles of molten slag Ender made his way to the lot entrance, pondering the wicked threads of fate that seemed so keen on throttling him. Ender paused as he stepped out onto the sidewalk and took a deep breath. Oh well, it was the beginning of a new year, his first full year as the president of the Enforcement Group, it wouldn't do to be absent at the club fair. He'd only taken the position because it comped all his meals and gave him a budget. Not to mention Dean Konoe guilting him into it. But Ender wasn't one to shirk his responsibilities, no matter how contrived. And if it meant that he had to deal with troublemakers like the firebug, then, well...he hoped he wouldn't have to deal with too many people like the firebug. Ender sighed, took a step off the curb, and vanished. ***** The square was in a frenzy of animation by the time Ender arrived. He whistled appreciatively at all the activity. Looked like people were in high spirits today, very enthused. Then he thought about how much more likely that made some sort of fight or disturbance breaking out and sighed again. At least someone had shut off the broadcast of Vernacular Hat. Ender loved his band, he did, but he hated to hear himself sing. His voice was pleasant enough to others, he knew, but when he heard it, all he could hear was all the missed harmonies and flat intonation. He ran a hand through his blond hair, his head dropped, as he started on a fresh cycle of self-deprecation. |
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| TacoClone | Jul 9 2010, 09:39 PM Post #11 |
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A shadow moved and the crowd around Ender blurred as he was pulled back and downward. Before he could react, Renji was next to him. The drummer's left arm slung across the enforcement squad president's shoulders while his right hand held a finger tight to his lips. "A Challenger Appears!" Renji whispers as he nods his had at Ayaka. For now Ender was safely out of Ayaka's sight thanks to Renji, but in the end it would be up to him whether or not he intended to stay hidden. The drummer noticed the slight smell of burnt coming from Ender, and he frowned at him, making it apparent that Renji was expecting an explanation for the slight barbeque aroma. But then he remembered something else, put up a finger showing Ender to wait one second, and then produced a small item from his pocket. It was another pocket-watch-shaped device. Ender would recognize it immediately, and Renji was hoping that with the new school year rolling in that Ender might have removed that stick he often had up his butt and would be up for turning this dull semester opening into a good time. He gave Ender a big, mischievous smile. |
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| Wolf Face | Jul 10 2010, 04:23 PM Post #12 |
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Oh if only Sima-san didn't have a job to do, she would have danced along with a few of the students. Alas here were rules and protocols, several that she had put into place, several that she had to follow thanks to her predecessors. She couldn't wait to find the cuplrit under her judgment.. If such happened. Well Ayaka surely had it handled, but just in case, Sang-ji pulled out her own Mahora passport, practically identical to Ayaka's save the name scrawled on the inside stating ownership, and a few golden words on the front identifying her as a president of the Judiciary Council. The concert was cut short, and that sweet voice and those instrumentals were gone. A sadness hit Sang-ji but she was still smiling despite such silly emotions. Glancing around, she saw the students that had taken a positive light from the concert, surely the illegal broadcast had done a good thing to it's audience. Well, back to her other job, showing Tsuzuen around. "Oh, it's my pleasure Fukunaga-san!" With a gesture they started to walk towards the club booths. "What are you interested in, hun? I wouldn't want to show you clubs that you couldn't enjoy..." With a swift glance left and right, Sang-ji leaned in to Tsuzune. "What do you think of the Vernacular Hats? I might have to ask them to have a legal concert after mid-terms this year, the Student Body seemed to love that illegal broadcast." As if Sang-ji wasn't supposed to approve of Vernacular Hats, she was whispering under her breath, acting friendly with Tsuzune. Sang-ji could smell something to the effect of a city block having been burnt, or molten lava streaming from a volcano. How specific, yet Sang-ji didn't often doubt her nose. What could it be? No need to go sniffing around the school to figure it out though... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ah yeah, Jeremy noticed Satomi's slightest discomfort with the greeting. Too much time spent from Mahora, he supposed.. Then again it wasn't all that unusual for him to accidentally impose a more Western culture on the students he met in Mahora. He had noticed Chachamaru's shift, but thought nothing of it. "I think that you have an old member back, Satomi-sama." Really, was that smile partially charming, or was it the flattery of calling her 'sama'? Picking up the clip-board he used her pen and wrote in his untidy chicken scratch, he paused when it asked for a number. Jeremy had a cellphone.. But it was technically Kacie's. In the past both twins had separate cell phones because they did so many different things despite staying close together. In the end he gritted his teeth and decided to leave it blank, instead supplying an E-Mail address that he would make tonight. With a slight smirk, he passed it back. For Satomi to look at, however Jeremy was thinking of other things. Kacie would probably like to join a club too, although they were technically one student. It wouldn't hurt to be in two clubs, would it? Remembering the social etiquette of Mahora, Jeremy offered a slight bow. "Please excuse me Satomi-sama, I need to look for my brother." A small smile, "I have a feeling that he's already lost on campus." Before Satomi would really say anything, Jeremy bolted. It was after he disappeared into the crowd that Kacie took control again, and was glancing around at the clubs, and up at the clock tower. Sad to know that the concert had ended and he had only seen a fraction of it. Wait... Was that Ender and Renji? Fanboy time. Well.. not really, cause when Kacie went over to spew his fandom, he tripped and fell flat on his face right at the feet of the drummer and vocalist for Vernacular Hats. |
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| Aoi | Jul 12 2010, 05:10 PM Post #13 |
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Satomi gave a genuinely pleased smile as Jeremy signed his name on the club roster. "The Professor", as Satomi was often called despite being simply a junior-high student, showed no signs that she had noticed or thought anything of Jeremy's hesitation to provide a cell phone number. She quietly recalled that to the best of her knowledge he had given a number when he first joined the club a while ago. At first, she wondered if maybe he had switched phone numbers and simply couldn't remember which number to write down. However, Satomi noticed the absence of a phone number at all by the end of it and quietly reminded herself to check with Chachamaru once Jeremy was gone. She wanted to ask her robotic creation what the signal she had given was about. And, luckily for Satomi, it didn't take long before Jeremy was on his way. He bowed this time before darting into the crowd. The scientist would have liked time to explain that he didn't actually need a phone number if he had picked up his student passport. However, the chances were good that Jeremy hadn't managed to get his yet, since the wondrous devices had only been put into circulation just after he had left. Even Satomi, first and foremost a scientist, had to admit that the capabilities of the magical world were incredible and often awe-inspiring. Any student who picked up and registered a passport from the Registrar's office would be able to use a map of Mahora Academy, Mahora City, or Library Island, as well as possess the capability to pinpoint the location of other registered user's passports and communicate with any registered passport. Of course, non-registered passports merely served as a map with no other functions. But the capability to mark favorite paths and routes as well as track other registered users to find them on such a vast campus was definitely a useful element. The communication between passports was as easy as one selecting a student from a list and utilizing the passport's pseudo-telepathy. The nifty device served other purposes, but none of them worthy of in depth mention or explanation. most students figured out their passports quickly and learned to love them. Satomi had no time to mention the new innovation, however, as Jeremy took off as quickly as possible. Without turning to face her prized creation, Satomi spoke quietly under her breath. "Chachamaru-san...what did you notice earlier?" she asked, shuffling the papers on the clipboard so that a new registration sheet was on top. The tall, green-haired girl stood behind Satomi with her hands folded passively in front of her as she so often did, speaking calmly but with purpose. "He mentioned his brother Kacie, and said that he was on campus somewhere. However, not only do both twins lack a student passport, but only Jeremy is registered in the school database. Kacie was a student here once, and was registered two years ago...however, when I was scanning the student database and trying to recall who Jeremy was, I noticed his brother was never registered in the system for this semester. Every student and faculty member, in order to board the train to get here, punches a special ticket at the station. Once this ticket is punched, the student is registered in the school's database...separate from registering one's passport. Only one "Sidel" has enrolled this year." Satomi smirked upon hearing this interesting tidbit of information, and looked into the crowd to see that Jeremy was long gone by now. "Is that right?" she asked, not expecting an answer from her creation. "That's definitely interesting...so that means Kacie-san never even enrolled this year. It's not unheard of, and he may not be attending due to family issues...but...if that's the case, why would Jeremy-san lie about Kacie so openly?" she pondered, cupping her chin lightly with two fingers in a contemplative posture. And, just as quickly as Chachamaru had detected the anomaly in Jeremy's alibi, Satomi snapped out of her reflective state and shrugged it off. "Well, I'll just have to look into this further at a later time. It'll be easy with him in our club." she decided, getting a passive nod from Chachamaru. Satomi always was interested in every little thing she could find out about...after all, as a scientist, the pursuit of knowledge was her ultimate goal. ______________________________________________________________ It was far from unheard of for tough guys on campus to challenge members of the Executive Enforcement group. After all, if one could best an individual whose specialty was rooted in combat and neutralization, then the challenger could prove just how strong they actually were. Perhaps it was this train of thought that had encouraged the fire mage to attack the president of the Enforcement group. In either case, the skirmish between Ender and his first challenger of the new year had managed to relieve the boredom of another party. As Ender walked from his fight and vanished into the crowd of the Club Fair, Evangeline McDowell remained seated atop the roof of an academic building. She had been watching the fight since it had first begun moments ago, and had seen it through to the end. The only reason Evangeline was amusing herself with such trivial matters was the absence of her partner: Chachamaru Karakuri. More often than not, the robotic student of class 3A accompanied the eternally young vampire everywhere she went. Today, however, Satomi had asked Evangeline if she could borrow Chachamaru to show off at the fair. Considering it was Satomi who made and often updated Chachamaru, even Evangeline had a problem refusing the request. "These things are so boring." she muttered, already a member of the GO club and the Tea Ceremony club. In her mind, even light skirmishes like the one she had just witnessed were infinitely more interesting than the tedious, day-to-day life of a schoolgirl. Of course, the fact Evangeline had completed her school year many times over probably had something to do with her position on this matter. It would make sense, and was also the reason Evangeline actually cared about Chachamaru. The two were both frozen in time, unable to progress with their lives and unable to truly age. Evangeline had been growing very bored lately, and had recently been researching possible ways to break the curse placed on her so long ago by the now legendary Thousand Master. She frowned, realizing even thinking of that smug ass put her in a foul mood. It was all his fault that she had ended up trapped here, and for a long time she had sought a way to break the all powerful Schoolasticus Infernus curse he placed upon her. It had stripped her of most of her power and bound her to the realm of Mahora. The fact the man had went and disappeared on her long after promising he'd return to lift the curse had not helped her sour disposition. As a result of this, any leads to lifting the curse would be vehemently followed, and anyone who got in her way destroyed without mercy. With the fight over and the victor clear, Evangeline frowned and withdrew from the edge of the roof. She had seen enough to know that Ender could perhaps be her ticket out of here. She knew she might be way off base, but in recent years a number of interesting characters had come and gone. She was determined to break the curse that restrained both her power and motion and once again rise to power as the Dark Evangel. Until such a time, however, Evangeline had to simply bide her time and observe...a fact that she cursed every time she was forced to acknowledge it. The Shinso vampire already had a plan to draw Ender's attention...or at the least find more candidates to free her from this infernal spell. But as of now, the young girl left the roof and headed down into the academic building, planning on going to take a nap in her cabin like she usually did during boring days. |
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| Tenish | Jul 14 2010, 11:47 PM Post #14 |
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Ender had prepared himself for Ayaka, and the playful tongue-lashing he knew he'd receive. Though she was only a middle schooler, she was his superior socially and on the student council. This suited Ender fine, he was experienced in serving young ladies after all. It wasn't her displeasure that he was dreading, it was that she wouldn't really mean it. Ender had always held himself to a very high standard, sometimes impossibly so. So when it came to things like this, where not only had he failed in keeping school order, but it was one of his friends who had caused the disturbance...well...Ender would have preferred a public flagellation. Yep, Ender was prepared to suffer through peoples acceptance of his many flaws, what he could never prepare for, was Renji. So when the drummer for Vernacular Hats put his arm around Ender's neck and pulled him back, Ender's fist found itself hammering into Renji's jaw. Ender turned to see who he'd hit, "Oh. Renji. Sorry about that." Ender retracted his hand, rubbing at the back of his head a little embarrassed. He hadn't hit Renji that hard, and as tough a comer as Renji wouldn't really be injured, but Ender's punch still had plenty of kick to it. Still he didn't look any worse for the wear. Then Ender remembered something. "But you know, for some reason I'm thinking I should have hit you harder." Ender returned Renji's smile, butting his forehead against Renji's, trying to push him. He knew Renji wouldn't back down either. It was a ritual they often performed. "You bastard. You cause me nothing but trouble. Ever since we were kids all you do is mess around and make my life hell. I've half a mind to take you down right now, and see how many school ordinances I can cram down your throat. Malcontent! Delinquent!" Ender's tirade was mostly in jest...mostly. He and Renji had known each other for years, and for years, Renji HAD caused Ender nothing but trouble. The two were polar opposites. Ender did nothing but try his best to excel and please those around him, Renji seemed to do nothing but slack off and do his best to displease those around him. Their differences were even reflected in their ki. Ender had spent years focusing and refining his ki, sharpening it, tightening it. Renji's just roiled about in a wild chaotic mass of monstrous potential. In a way, Ender envied Renji, even hated him a little. But still, in spite of this, or perhaps because of it, Renji was probably Ender's best friend. It was almost sad, he knew, but Ender couldn't think of many other people who knew knew him as well as Renji did. Ender knew Renji would always have his back when it mattered, and he of course would have Renji's. Not that it would stop him and Renji from beating the hell out of each other on the street. Maybe in the end that was all you needed in a friendship like theirs. Ender wasn't an expert. If nothing else, Renji certainly kept things interesting, not to mention being one hell of a drummer and a fighter. Ender snatched the projection device from Renji's hand and crushed it in a fist that shook with indignant rage as he waited to hear Renji's equally fierce response. But before he got the chance to plow his shoe into Renji's stomach he found another student's belly draped over he feet. Ender looked down at the kid. "Hey, you alright kid?" Ever the boyscout, Ender completely forgot about his friendly/not-so-friendly square off with Renji as he carefully hoisted the kid up by his arm, carefully dusting the kid off. "You hurt?" He placed a hand on the boys shoulder frowning down in genuine concern. |
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| Wolf Face | Jul 15 2010, 07:29 AM Post #15 |
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The meek one
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Trust that, when Kacie went to go get a passport, there would be quite a hitch in the twins' plan to return to school without much to worry about. However that would obviously be dealt with later. Perhaps they would use the story that Kacie had to arrive extremely late for whatever reasons. Forget the fact that it was mainly Kacie prancing about, and grinding his nose into the ground. "Ooow..." So clumsy, sometimes Kacie really hated his own character trait. Surprise was the expression that took over his face when Ender hauled him up by the arm. "I-I'm fine, it happens pretty often." However his nose was scraped, he was going to have to wear a band-aid for a bit. Rubbing it lightly he winced. Happens too often... Small tears in his eyes from the smarting pain, he glanced up at Ender, as if finally remembering why he had taken the spill to begin with. Then he freaked out and lost all gall to ask Ender and Renji for an autograph, and started waving his hands and babbling. "I'm so sorry, I'm such a klutz, please forgive me! I didn't mean to fall on your feet, or interrupt you, I hope I didn't interrupt anything. I didn't did I? OOooh, I'm not a klutz, I'm also a basket case, I should stop rambling, I'm sorry!" Clapping a hand over his mouth he succeeded in ending the stream of words. Why was Kacie behaving like a goof, despite being in the same class as Ender? Simply: He was a really big fan of Vernacular Hats. |
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