For the past week, a sequence of events chained relating to pursuing Jack the White Chapel Ghoul but nowhere to be found; The Akuran Gang were so far have been silent and not made any move. Everyone went back to do their daily activities and in that span of week were just lessons that are trivial and boring. Today, for those who have club meeting then it is their day as the martial arts club are on the hot list.
Martial Arts Training Club (Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays) Member list: Chairman: ??? Stella Mori *Fine Arts Club (Mondays and Fridays) Member list: *Flower Arrangement Club (Tuesdays and Wednesdays) Member list:
Special Tactics Club (Wednesdays and Fridays) Club Advisor: Member list:
Computer/Hacking Club (Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays) Member list:
'Special Classes' Club (Everyday) Sign-up not required.
Tea Club (Lunch Time, any day you want) Chairman: Kenobi-sensei Kurogane Kiyoshi
Manga Club Chairman: Hoshira Kae Member List: Tsurara Ria Arajuku Ueno
The following clubs without the cancellation are sent to the student's H.A Phone. The Hybrid Academy Student Mobile Phone is touch screen with self sustaining battery and sturdy body are made out of the former #2 Level 5, Dark Matter; Teitoku Kakine and engineered batteries are powered by the former #3 Level 5; Railgun, Misaka Mikoto; Powered by Misaka Network and Misaka WORST. The Network not only powers up the batteries for a week of 100% charge but also makes Internet 1000 Mbps and 10 Terrabyte memory. These phones are successfully made 15 years ago with all the help of the Kihara and Andromeda Industries.
Today's technology are Eco-friendly all thanks to the former level 5. The phones are one of the inventions made by Andromeda Industries. The Industry risked in power 15 years ago. Brought up by its Investor, Felicia Truman. Back to the Saturday Classes, all class's are dismissed early with the exception of some students willing to stay in school and get ready for Monday's Club Recruitment Event and guest event by Felicia Truman herself.
Tsurara Ria
Apartment
Well. It all dated back a week ago; April 1,20XX and then to April 4 and now today.
Flashback....
Back in April 1 Ria was ambushed by a bunch of Skill Out and claimed a name as Akura rather it is a sub faction of Skill Out, group naming in all honesty. Day after day Ria would get ambushed by the gang and April 1 was the day she stopped letting them go.
Currently....
Ria is in her skimpy short towel, covering her body with her hair tied seated on her comfy ice chair with her legs crossed. She got her hostage still tied up and frozen with the exception of his head; she took care of this male hostage who knows a valuable information. "Taiki, I've been looking for you everywhere, this is the guy I want to show you." As always the ice esper and her vigilante activity, at this rate she would have been punished by Judgement.
She kept the hostage for a week now, how she took care of him? It is very severe, if the hostage wants to go to the toilet or anything like that, Ria would defrost him and unfroze him and if he tries to escape, he would experience borderline frostbite torture. She explains what she does to the guy for the past week. "Well, I froze his allies too in the windowless building." Scene switches they are still suspended in animation.
"The hostage is severely injured. I almost frost his balls off when he tried something funny but anyways, what should we do with him?" Ria talking about and not modest enough.
Sitting against a streetlamp, Sasaki stared at his hand, body still trembling from the effects of the energy drink he had chugged down in less than a minute. He'd expended what medical care knowledge he'd possessed, and he was neither a qualified medic nor a sanctioned JUDGMENT member. Therefore, he'd left the rest of the healing and rescue to those better suited for it. He flexed his fingers and calmed his breath as the drink's influence died down. What was there left for him to do here? At this point, with all these professionals scurrying about, the titan's attempts at 'helping' would probably be doing nothing more than hindering those more competent than himself.
"...I should go check up on how Kotori-chan is doing..." Sasaki sighed, picking himself up off the cold hard ground, dusting himself off, and making his way back up the stairs of the ruined building that he had last seen his friend. "Ara... You feeling alright?" the towering boy said, kneeling down and placing a hand on her forehead. She wasn't running a fever (Why would she?) and her nose wasn't bleeding anymore, but she'd definitely overworked herself. A feat like that wasn't a thing someone below Level 5 could do just as casually as one would lift a feather. "...Doesn't matter, I'm bringing you to medical care," he stated bluntly, sliding one arm under her legs and the other under her back before lifting the fatigued telekinetic up like a princess. "Haha, how cliche of me," Sasaki reflected, the thought that such an action could be easily misinterpreted by passersby finally occurring to the Iron Giant, "It's like something out of a shoujo manga." But he was assisting someone who needed it, right? Nothing more, nothing less.
"Alright, Kotori-hime," Sasaki joked, "Let's get you some help, ne?"
This was bad. He shouldn't be here, and yet he was. School District 10, area G also known as 'The Strange'. Urban decay ran amok here, and not only the kind that involved buildings. Skill-Out gangs, yakuza, run-of-the-mill delinquents, whatever. If it was gang related, it had a presence here in some way, shape or form. As for why Kirima Sasaki of all people was here... The White Chapel Ghoul Incident stirred something base and instinctual inside him, like a craving that had been fed just enough to draw attention, but not enough to sate completely. It was something he couldn't deny much longer, but he still had to show restraint. Killing someone wasn't what he wanted, not this time.
"Hey asshole! You eyeballin' me?"
Sasaki stood, staring at a group of five delinquents. He made no move to redirect his gaze or shift his stance, standing on the other side of the empty street with his visage illuminated only by a dim streetlight. The giant played with a 5 yen coin in his hands as the delinquents inched closer, spouting insults and threats. The quartet stepped into the radius of light. It was almost like an arena in a way. The group's apparent spokesman flicked out a switchblade and moved closer as the other three moved to flank Sasaki. Skill-Out didn't make the best partners for this dance, but they would do for now.
"You ignorin' me, kid? Do you know the fuck we are?"
Sasaki didn't know who the fuck they were, and just stood in his ominous silence as he practically stared a hole into the thug before him. The cheap coin in his hand glinting in the lamplight as the twat who was shorter in size, but larger in ego got closer. "Tch," the cocky miscreant sounded in distaste at the giant's distinct lack of any reaction whatsoever, "Get 'im boys!" Simultaneously, the massive young man flicked his hand upward, and the patch of street was drowned in darkness as the streetlight was shattered by the force of the skyward coin.
He deflected the incoming stab with his right forearm, blade tearing into the jacket and making a small cut in his flesh. Now there was no need for diplomacy. They attacked first, after all. They attacked first... which meant what happens next wouldn't be his fault anymore. Sasaki smiled ferally, his unsettling rictus now completely fitting for the situation.
The giant stepped into the knifeman's guard with his left foot and delivered a swift left uppercut to the gut, folding the man at the abdomen. Sasaki opened his fist, grabbed him by the shirt, and threw the wounded knife fighter into the roundhouse of his compatriot aimed at Sasaki's right flank. At the same time, the Iron Giant pivoted on his right foot and aimed a kick of his own using his left, sending both back into the wall. He used the momentum from his push kick to lunge forward and dodge the wooden bat aimed at his head. He ran his left hand along the ground and picked up a sizable shard of glass completing the circle, turning himself into a position to block the incoming metal with his forearms, direct it to the side, and stab the unfortunate individual in the gut with the improvised glass dagger, causing him to cry out in pain. Unfortunately, that wasn't all. Sasaki took hold of the back of the thug's neck, pulling him close and adding more force to the knee Sasaki sent his way, pushing the glass even deeper and, very likely shattering some of it inside the enemy's body.
Sasaki tossed the third to the side in a crumpled heap and looked around. Now... Where was that last one?
The movement of AIM and slight shift of lighting in the alley behind him was registered, evaluated, and submitted into his awareness in time for Sasaki to react, 'Glad to see my instincts haven't gone rusty.' The non-esper swiped the ground and sent a few glass shards, pebbles, and that 5 yen coin flying at his enemy. The light quickly disappeared as the enemy's calculations were disrupted. Simultaneously, the Iron Giant picked the wooden bat off the ground and charged down the alleyway.
Sasaki brought the bat crashing down on his foe.
'...D-Damn it...'
"Okay Sacchin, spill it," the brown haired scientist demanded, spinning to face the bespectacled, black haired younger man scrawling notes into his notebook, "What's wrong? Why have you been skipping classes? A girl rejected you? Failed a test? What?" The scientist rolled her seat over towards Sasaki. "It's affecting your work, y'know." That statement seemed to have gotten Sasaki's attention, even though it was mostly a bluff. "It's nothing important," he answered vaguely, still working ceaselessly, "Just thought I'd take a break after the whole White Chapel Ghoul debacle last week. What's wrong with my work?"
"Nothing, you're handwriting's just gotten increasingly shaky though." "How would you know that?" "I'm a Kihara, we've got an eye for these things. You've also got bags under your eyes."
Somehow that answer didn't surprise the young part timer. Sasaki shut his notebook and leaned back into his own swivel chair. He craned his head over the back of the chair, head upsidedown. "If my writing's your biggest concern on this project, you might as well start getting some actual work done, Kihara-san."
"Oooooh, Kihara-san is it, now? Someone's getting snippy. What happened to Kihara-sama? Now I'm really curious as to what's got your panties in a bunch." "..." "I know you're that age where you want to be super secret and edgy and do lewd things with your friends and yourself, Sacchin, but I'm just concerned about you that's all." "Sigh...You're not my mother, you know."
"Yeah, but you're an Error, and you stick around here so much that I might as well be," she said harshly but truthfully, "Look kid, I may not be your guardian, but suddenly staying cooped up in this facility for a week isn't like you." The young man sat in silence, taking in words he had just heard like a scolded child sent to time out for something they were guilty of but would never admit to doing. Pushing that note into the back of his head, Sasaki continued his work noiselessly until it was about time to check out. However once again, in his way was his boss. "Say, how about I bring you and Sunye-chan to that buffet in School District 4?" she offered suddenly, "The one my husband brought me to a few months ago."
"The one that you said had 'godly food' and 'ungodly expenses'?" "The very same~"
Sasaki was silent for a few moments. "...Sounds like a plan," he agreed.
Today, Morning AKA Sasaki Ruins Kei's Lovely Drawing Sasaki stepped into the Hybrid Academy school building for the first time in a week. Unsurprisingly, it looked like the Ghoul's attack didn't do much to hinder the operations of the academy one bit. He supposed it was one of life's minor miracles, but now Sasaki had realized that he'd missed a week of school and would have to do some catching up on his own time. Perhaps it wasn't really a minor miracle. He had about three hours left until classes officially started. Perhaps he could ask Bang-kun what he'd missed during the interim. It was kind of sad that everyone else he knew was in the grade below his own, though. Being a burden on the other fighter wasn't a thing he'd prefer to do. Either way, first he'd have to find him, and that meant prowling the school.
As the so-called Iron Giant made his way through the school, searching for the boxer in his homeroom class, his ears registered the sound of a lovely melody resounding from the courtyard of the school. Though Sasaki wasn't much for music, it sounded orchestral. Maybe like something out of anime, movie or a video game, too. Not that it mattered too much to the massive student. He peaked out the window to see where it was coming from, and spotted a familiar face playing on her mysteriously varnished violin.
"Ara, I knew it had to be you making that nice music," Sasaki chirped, having finally made his way to the bottom floor and out into Aria's side of the courtyard. Of course he'd waited for her to stop playing that particular song. He wasn't some kind of monster that would deprive whatever audience Aria had from listening to the virtuoso and her works, "...Ah...! I'm Kirima-san, if you don't remember."
Sunye Kirima
@Feisty-Pants Unfortunately for Kotori, that fated arrival was not meant to be just yet, for the Kirima-san that arrived was not the Kirima-san that she would be expecting. "Hmph!" the younger sibling of the songbird's friend huffed with indignance. "Onii-chan told me to apologize to you," she said bluntly, eyes narrowed and directed not at Kotori but at Sasaki. Or maybe Aria, who Sasaki had decided to talk to. Probably the latter. "So 'I'm sorry Namashitya-chan'," she 'apologized', staring daggers into the songbird before finally noticing the bento box and the note upon it.
"..."
There was a heavy silence between the two girls. Silence so heavy that Namashiya's telekinesis couldn't even lift it. "...Why thank you for your kindness as well~!" Sunye said, tone somewhere between a growl and a chirp as she confiscated the bento box that Kotori had prepared for her brother with surprising strength, "Did nii-san put you up to this? Isn't it great how he wants us to be friends and be good to each other~?" She popped open the box, took the chopsticks, and began fervently downing the breakfast. 'It's actually pretty good', she had to admit.
The female Child Error threw her arm over the telekinetic's shoulder and slowly tightened her vise-like hold on the older girl. "Do you wanna know something, Namashiya-chan?" the short-haired girl whispered conspiratorially into the songbird's ear as Sunye began to literally give her the cold shoulder, "Onii-chan skipped a whole week of school after you got all buddy-buddy with him. I wonder why~"
"Nii-san definitely wasn't sick 'cause he still went to work and stuff," Sunye mused quietly to the Level 4 esper, "Oh! His boss told me that his work ethic was deteriorating and that it's probably has something to do with his social life. Y'know, his friends, people he associates with, people he talks to..." Though her venomous words exaggerated the anecdotes, the expression on her face was surprisingly genuine in her concern. Though unintentional, it added a degree of legitimacy to her claims. Was this perhaps a way of opening up to Namashiya without admitting such? "He's also been staying up real late at night, and not getting a lot of sleep. Says it just 'bad dreams' when I asked. I wonder what's so bad about what he's dreaming about, I mean, it's not like he went through stressful experiences any time recently, right? Well, I guess someone benign like you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
"Anyway, now that we're friends and all, do you mind me asking where you ran him off to that day, anyway? Did you do anything risky (risque)?" she added after a pause. The thought of destroying this girl's clothes and leaving her to humiliation at the hands of her peers at this point was very tempting, but the Korean was smarter than that. After all, nii-san would hate her if she did something like that to this telekinetic bitch, even if it was for his own good. She had to get rid of bad influences like Namashiya, after all. It was no matter of 'want'. She had to. Because she was a good sister, and good sisters protect their brothers.
Patiently perhaps even with a touch of lighthearted hope, the little Songbird settled her own box of lunch upon her lap as she waited for the Iron Giant to arrive. It was almost exhilarating to think that for the first time in her life, she might actually have a friend. For the longest time, it was a thought that she always cast a shadow of doubt upon. After all, if her own mother had feared and despised her enough that she would abandon her in shame, how could anyone else in the world be different?
Just maybe, Sasaki was different. Someone who was free of those heartless prejudices, despite of how hardened his exterior seemed to be.
Her memory of the last events surrounding the conflict in were fuzzy to say the least. The last memory of which was being carried by someone to the infirmary, she didn't even know who had been so kind as to pick up her pathetic little ghostly self; but what she did know was that she felt safe and warm. A muffled voice that was intangible to her as much as a spirit would be spoke a few words, but in her bleary and exhausted state she couldn't recognize it.
It was probably just a member of Judgement arriving and rescuing her to take her to the school's infirmary. She had been there before, and this time certainly wouldn't be the last.
Instead, she let her addled mind and soul rest. The softened onyx texture of her silky hair coming to rest lightly on their shoulder. The only softened words she was weakly able to whisper were a simple note of gratitude: "Thank you."
One day she would have to find that person, whomever they were, and thank them.
Nearby, another girl she recognized she did not know began playing a song on her violin. It was melancholy but beautiful, being picturesque during the midst of a springtime morning. And the little Songbird closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the wooden bench. A soft, small, but warm smile rose on Kotori's lips as she listened. As each note was purposeful as it were delicate, her head tilted slowly back so that she might look skyward. The softened pink of blossoms against the brilliance of the sapphire sky were truly a beauty to observe while time simply crawled by.
A sudden interruption occurred however in the form of the girl who was so terribly violent to her coming in to approach the Telekinetic. First came a begrudging apology, to which Kotori remained impassively silent. This girl didn't mean a word of it, she could tell, the Songbird wasn't a complete imbecile when it came to social interaction. Next however came something that made Kotori swallow a lump in her throat as the girl seized and promptly devoured the meal she had carefully prepared for the Iron Giant. So stunned was she by the audacity, the quiet girl remained absolutely and breathlessly silent as Sunye insidiously continued onward.
The venom from the words crept into her heart swiftly, like a traitor's dagger carefully placed into the back of a tyrannical king or queen. To her very core, the little Songbird let the bitter shards of the sister's icy word pervade her mind. Was she really just a hindrance as Sasaki's friend? Did she really cause him distress and trouble so cruelly like a the spinsters do unto unaware protagonists like the one she had been reading the night before? Venom crept upward and infected her mind, convincing her that every word of this tormenting, cold hearted girl stated was true.
Once again just like her mother before, the little Songbird had become another burden.
Even against the vice-like grip of Sunye though, she stood.
A week ago, she had made a promise. But thanks to being imprisoned with in the infirmary's cage, she hadn't been able to deliver to it. Now, this girl sought to stop her once again. In spite of the stabbing pain in her chest, the Kotori clutched onto her own untouched bento box of food, and she walked away. Refusing to answer her last particularly devilish question as she knew the answer, and how no matter what she said, Sunye would likely not believe her; Kotori spotted Sasaki as he walked out to talk to Aria. Her footsteps hastened, she wanted to run and escape this misery that hung so gravely over her mind, but to even attempt such would be in vain.
Instead, as tears began to stream down her cheeks and she was forced to bite her bottom lip to stop its tremble, Kotori approached Sasaki and Aria.
"P-P-Please forgive m-my interruption. Y-your music is t-t-truly lovely." She stammered to begin with, feeling hopelessly weak as always. "K-Kirima-san, I-I-I..." Her head dipped then, attempting to disguise the heartrending state she was in. Because of her, he was suffering misfortune, because of her and her foolishness, his life was more troubled than how it had began. "I-I brought y-your b-b-breakfast. As p-promised. Here. T-take it." Gently, she forced what would've been her own breakfast into his hands as she finished her presence there with a final statement.
"I-I'm so s-s-sorry for causing you such t-trouble. Su-Sunye-ch-chan told me."
"Goodbye."
Turning away then, she made haste away from the Violinist and the Iron Giant. Aiming of course to disappear into the crowds of fellow students, so that she wouldn't be seen ever again.
Ray stood stock still as he tried to comprehend the information that he had just heard. His mother had made it a habit to call her son/disciple every morning six o'clock on the dot. Ray made sure to pick up the phone, even if it meant him his life, he did not know what his mother would do if he did not. Unfortunately, the usual conversation of "how are you doing?", "How us school?", "How are your grades?, suddenly took a turn for the worst. His mother had said she was coming to take a look at the school.
Ray made quick work of his condolences to his mother before dropping the line. He raked his hand through his black hair and took a deep breath. He knew instantly the his mother would not like the school when she saw the wreckage from the week before. Don't forget you cuts and bruises. His conscious thing, was right, he still had bruises from the fight, that would concern her. Ray quickly paced back and forth, thinking of an excuse to deter his mother. Why are you so afraid anyway? "Can you imagine a martial arts master Magician coming here to "inspect" the school? She wants to make sure the school is good enough, up to standards. If it's not, I don't know what will happen to this school, what will happen to me, I suggested it." Ray mumbled to himself quickly. Aww, come on, what kind of damage could she do with Judgement and Anti-Skill here? "I don't know, but if she wasn't so lazy and was serious, she could easily become a Saint." He said lamentablely. So you mothers a OP, lazy, woman Magician/ Martial artist? "Yes.. " He said sadly. What about your father? "That guy, he is somewhere teaching, he is not there to monitor mother." He said to himself. When will she get her? " An hour." He said quietly. God help us all.
Aria Fabre Playing the last note she let her arms fall down noticing Kirima. "Ah h-hello Kirima-san I hope you enjoyed the song?" She asked as she put away her violin and clutched it once more to her chest. Though the last time they talked he was friendly to her she was still intimidated by him with his large stature. "A-ano did you k-know that girl?" she asked once more talking about the one girl that ran away there must have been some story to that right? Adjusting her clothing a bit she looked at Kirima waiting for a answer as she casually brushed back hair as some stray petals blew past her.
Tsukuyomi Yayoi "Ah sorry sorry" she exclaimed before bowing deeply "I didn't mean to I sensed a foreign spirit in someone and acted upon my training to exorcise it please forgive me." Ah this is so embarrassing she thought as her faced lit up from blushing "ah let me at least take these ofuda off you" with a wave of her hand some pull with her magic they flew off their places and flew back into her hand. "My name is Tsukuyomi Yayoi I hope you can forgive me for my actions I am actually ah how do you say it new to the outside world." "Ah though did you pass someone on perhaps it was them I was sensing?" She questioned before speaking up "ah let me give you these for your duck as apology for hurting it she spoke before bringing out some dried bread these normally are used to feed the birds at the shrine but I can spare some."
Kiyoshi walked down the familiar hallways of the academy that he took 3 years to graduate from. He was everywhere, preforming mundane tasks that were required of a teacher for his lectures. While a week had already passed, Kiyoshi was still not used to being in the Faculty Lounge, having only been there a few dozen times during his time as a student. He still found himself going to the Student Lounge instead, where milk would disappear whenever he got near the fridge. Just moments ago, he did the theft and so a bottle of milk was held within his hands. Kiyoshi felt more comfortable working in his classroom than the lounge, so he would enjoy the milk with Sayuri once he got in.
His cat stalked beside him as they got closer to their destination. Normally, she would be sleeping and Kiyoshi would carry her to the classroom, but it was one of those odd days where she would take her nap after a short morning walk. It was just one of those events that Kiyoshi didn’t understand about Sayuri, even when he shared a strong telepathic link with her.
When they both were at the door of the classroom, Kiyoshi could hear the sound of a violin being played. Kiyoshi smiled. He knew it was Aria. The music would serve to quiet the chatter in the room and make it easier for Sayuri to fall asleep. That smile did not last long when the sight of a crying student was spotted upon the opening of the door.
Namashiya Kotori was her name. She was a good student but was unfortunately injured during the Jack incident. A sense of regret washed over Kiyoshi as he was not able to do anything when Under Blast destroyed school property. For his own defence, he was on standby for 3 separate academies, all wanting the protection of a level 5 from the unknown terrorist threat. By the time Kiyoshi arrived at the scene, Jack had long escaped. Kiyoshi didn't know what happened to his student, but he wanted to help cheer her up. Thankfully he had just the thing to make her smile once again. Bending down to Sayuri, the teacher scratched her chin. Glancing at Kotori, Sayuri understood his intentions and quickly got to work.
Weaving through the desks, chairs, and students, Sayuri gracefully made her way to the crying student. There wasn't much she could do, but what little she could was sure to be plenty. Now at the feet of Kotori, Sayuri meowed, loud enough for Kotori to hear but quiet enough to go unnoticed to the rest. Not waiting for a reaction, Sayuri jumped onto a table and sat patiently for the girl to welcome her presence.
Being put at ease by Sayuri, Kiyoshi sat at his desk and got working on his preparations for the lecture. Secretly and subtlety, Kiyoshi used his ability to listen into the thoughts of his students, using the very program that made it almost impossible for the subjects to detect his probing.
She failed once more people were hurt because of her lack of action. Justeaze though as she walked down the hallway for her patrols though with that said there was little she could have done all things considered with how weak she was as a esper and considering how "Jack" was actually a level 5 from her understanding. Walking down she stopped her train of thought going down that path was just asking for trouble rather she went about looking for trouble makers or anything of the sort. Finishing her rounds she quickly went back to the track field and she quickly strapped on her prototype it was for all intensive purposes roller blades that was able to walk and skate on air for a limited time. Heading out she dashed forward at full speed straight ahead and to her amazement turned when she needed unlike before where going at this speed gave her trouble turning. Sliding to a stop she smiled as she her first invention was a success all things considered. Now since her alpha phase was done time to improve it and move on to beta she thought.
The week had been really, really slow. At least, it seemed like it to Kae. She didn't really care about the incidents going on in Academy City, had it been not because Jack was involved. She might have to scavange the guy's skeleton from the trash if necessary, since it seemed he was now public enemy number one. Then again, she hadn't had the opportunity to put the people she gathered into action. That was a shame in and of itself. Mostly becccause the Anderson brat would think something of her, she was sure of that. He seemed like the kind of punk to do that.
She was in her office slash secret laboratory. A little slime was moving around like one of those roombas they sold in department stores. It was easier to have it around than cleaning herself. Again, it didn't have a name since, to be completely honest, her naming sense was terrible. Last time she named something, its name was the Super Death Ray Of Doom. Of course, it was confiscated right away. The side effects might have included death, but its initial purpose wasn't that, honest! Hence, she decided to hold back on the name suumba All-Eating Slime for the slime and for her talking and walking bonsai, the name Bonsley, the second one more out of fear of being sued because of copyrights.
She prepared for her next lecture as well. Her duty as a teacher was still something she took very seriously, despite looks. After getting everything together, she finally read the document again, memorized it, nodded to herself and stood up from her chair to stretch a bit. She eyed the top of her table and spotted a bonsai tree, another bonsai tree different from the one she had given the ability to talk and walk. "I'll do this whole city a favor with this." She simply said, reaching out to it and lifting it from the table.
She took her scythe from beside her desk before heading out with the bonsai tree in hand. It was her hobby, to be honest, arranging bonsai trees like the one she was now carrying. It would make for a beautiful ornament in a place like Academy City, where nature was scarce at best, nonexistant at worse. The cries of dead nature ringed her ears to no end. Doing this kind of thing might take that away a bit.
She decided to leave the little, beautiful bonsai tree in the hallway, so that people could look at it. A hint of a smile appeared in her poker face, before she turned around and went on with her business. Now, why the hell did the school put her in charge of the manga club? She didn't even like manga to begin with, despite her Japanese heritage. It was for the best to head to the classroom for now.
Noboyuki
Noboyuki had been fairly busy lately with what had been happening lately. He had been fairly useless, that was a fact, even as a member of Judgement he could barely do anything, even less meet the so-called White Chapel Ghoul which, to be completely honest, he wanted to meet. Badly.
It was a matter of fighting him. He'd grow as an Esper and as a person ater he got to battle him. He'd know whether or not his talent as a gemstone was enough to actually rival against the artificially made espers. Not to mention the fact that, regardless of the outcome, he'd enjoy a lot the time he spent in there fighting the Ghoul. He would either get trashed around by him and feel pleasure as a masochist, OR he would be able to outwit him and him being the one trashing the Ghoul around. Either way, he'd be really satisfied at the end of it.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to be fantasizing about it. He was right now at Ria's appartment. The image was sweet to the eyes, yes, but, even if she was flat as a board, Noboyuki still didn't got riled up because of her body. Why? Simple. She was over the age of 12. And Noboyuki's strike zone was from 8 to 12 year old girls that would call him 'Yuki-niichan'. She shook his head to also chase that fantasy away, but what Ria was saying didn't help in the least to his fantasies.
"U-Um, Ria? Could you... could you freeze mine instead? That sounds like it'd be..." Wiping his face for some drool that started to sip out from his mouth and gulping audibly, Noboyuki went on with what he wanted to say. "That sounds like it'd hurt. A lot. Please? Pretty please?"
Shiho
The younger of the Hebigami twins was finally able to pull herself out of her bed and get dressed up for school. Was there school today? She wasn't really sure. She didn't really care either. It was already the afternoon, after all. Even if there had been school after all, Shiho had no hope of getting to class anymore. One of the downsides of no longer living with her brother, among many others. Like, not being able to sleep with him. Well, she could sunbathe for a while and recharge herself. Unluckily, her mood and laziness were equivalent to the charge of sunlight she had at the moment. Scratch that, the laziness had nothing to with it.
"Ugh, Shiho's so booooooreeeed! I wanna play, I wanna play, I wanna plaaaaay!" She threw a tantrum there, where she was lying, moving her legs and hands around just like a perfect brat, before settling down, though still with her cheeks puffed. "Onii-chan, why did you leave your kawaii imouto alone?" She heaved a sigh. Well, it was no use throwing a tantrum there where no one could hear her. She might as well go and talk with someone already. Maybe drag them into doing something.
She stood up in a single motion with a kip up, making her skirt flutter about, something that would have effectively shown her panties to people around her. Some were even looking at her with expectation. Only to be let down by the fact that she was wearing shorts below her skirt. She smirked arrogantly, before turning around and showing her tongue to all the perverts expecting to see something. "Better luck next time, idiots! You won't get to see Shiho's panties even in a million years!" She mocked them, before walking away while laughing under her breath.
She arrived to where a lot of people were around and looked around with a big smile on her face. She took a deep breath before shouting away. "Shiho wants to plaaaaay! Someone play with Shiho pleeeeaseee!" She shouted, and now, she waited. For anyone that would come and offer to be of assistance to her. Anyone was fine, as long as she was able to kill her boredom.
It didn't take much to neutralize the songbird, did it? Her short spiel was admittedly rather lacking in tact, but she took the bait like a good fish. Just went to show that someone lacking in mental fortitude like her wasn't good enough to hang around her precious Onii-chan. Sunye watched Namashiya make her way closer and closer to her brother, tears streaming down her concealed face, and took that as her cue to get out of there before Sasaki could catch sight of her. With little fanfare, Sunye sprung from the bench and entered the school building via the closest entrance and melted into the crowd herself.
Following the direction of the academic mass, the kawaii imouto caught sight of another kawaii imouto, except the other one was yelling words very loudly. Words that could be easily misinterpreted. Seeing that this individual was no threat to her livelihood, Sunye tapped the older, light-haired girl on the shoulder. "Excuse me," the Level 3 addressed, "But are you okay?"
Sasaki Kirima
@Kyun@Suku "Mhm," the giant of a boy hummed wiith a nod, "It really was very good." Petals drifted through the courtyard, carried by the light spring breeze. It was almost like something out of a manga. The world seemed to be at peace here, nothing but the dull backdrop of the Academy City's hustle and bustle to accompany the serenity of this courtyard. So far, today was looking brighter and brighter. "Guess you don't owe me that song anymore," Sasaki joked before taking on a more serious tone, "You're definitely as good as you said you were, back then."
The titan allowed the peaceful silence to settle between the two rather than the awkward one that had punctuated their previous discourse. However, instead of being broken by one of the two, another individual appeared. Kotori Namashiya, a hero to many, a friend to himself, and deliverer of breakfast it seemed. He didn't too much note in the girl's stuttering. After all, she was a timid sort and admittedly it was a rather awkward and very misinterpretable situation. However, before he could thank the mousy young girl, she left with a vigor after apologizing for some perceived trouble that she'd caused. "...What was that..?" the befuddled young man murmured, watching the songbird retreat into the cage of her timidity. He glanced around the courtyard attempting to find Sunye as Aria asked about Kotori, but found neither hide nor tail of his younger sibling. Finally, when his gaze was directed down to Aria, Sasaki took note of the wet spots dotting where she had stood previously. Had Kotori been... crying?
"I... I guess I know her, but at the same time, it's like I don't," Sasaki admitted, voice monotone as he looked down to the bento in his hands, "Hey... Fabre-chan, I know you and I don't really know each other that well and all, but can I ask you to do an important favor for me?" He passed the box to the violinist, "Can you go check up on my friend and give this back to her? I... don't think she wants to see me right now and I've got a real bad feeling about all this.."
That finally said, the giant took a seat on a bench beside the young, somewhat effeminate individual and put his face in his hands. He sighed, remaining silent in his very mopey position as he began to run through the events of the last time he had seen Kotori in an attempt to find the root of the problem, so to speak. He'd left class, administered some very ghetto first aid to several (un?)lucky people, and carried the telekinetic to the infirmary. Not much in the way of 'publicly available' trouble anywhere there... There was always that, but he'd made a point not to mention such to Sunye. Maybe he'd done a worse job than he'd thought. Resting his chin on his hands, a quick look at the contents of the adjacent individual's drawing pad made Sasaki realize an unintended consequence of his actions. "Oi, artist-kun," Sasaki said, finally addressing the artist-kun in question, "Sorry for ruining your drawing."
"No, no, You're right." Kazeno corrected the girl, "There's foreign spirt in me who compels me to do stupid stuff. Her name is Chi Ni." "He's lying!" Chi Ni poked her head out and then realized her mistake, "Shit."
Everything went silent as Tsukuyomi stared at the two. Nothing broke the silence, not even Paragade's questioning quacks as he examined the bread in the girl's hand. For the first time in a long time, Chi Ni was reminded was fear was as she realized she had proven her existence to someone who could remove her.
"Help me Kazeno-san!" She cried as she hide behind the boy's back. @Suku
"Anderson-sama~" the lips came in closer to Anderson as a hand met them. "Sakura-chan." Anderson's voice had a hint of annoyance, "Stop treating me like a little brother!"
Anderson roared as he threw the person across his dorm room and on to his bed. He knew who it was, Honda Sakura, one of four RE_Birth assassins under his command. Like the rest, she was incredibly deadly, once a child error who was a test subject the graceful black haired beauty had the reaction time needed to cut bullets in mid-air. And just like the rest, she was weird as hell.
"So mean Anderson-sama. Sniffle." Sakura gracefully flipped through the air and landed in a kneeling posture on the bed, "Don't you care about Sakura onee-chan?" "You aren't my onee-chan." In one felt swoop, Anderson broke Sakura's heart. "You're so mean! Anderson-sama!" Sakura pretend to cry and pout. However, her acting was noticibly off today and not fooling anyone.
"What's with all the noise?" A voice rang out from the bathroom, "I'm tryin' to take a shower here! Hello?" "Its nothing Amelia, its just Sakura being an idiot again." Anderson called as he sat at his desk, the lean black rectangle on his desk sprung to life and three monitors folded out, all connect to the central screen.
Amelia Jones was another one of RE_Birth's assassin. Hailing from America, she was also an orphan who a large medical corperation used as test subject in various types of drugs. When Anderson's mother sucessfully took control of the company through her puppets, she gave Ameila and several other girls as slaves to Anderson for a birthday present. Anderson, after sending his mother another bag of cherry pits and most of the girls back, took a liking to Amelia's attitude and sent her to train as a hitman.
Her training had turned her from a little girl to a lady who could carry around an auto-cannon and still be quick as a fox. Somewhere along the way, wither by all the drugs she had been used to test or by genetics, her bust size increased expodentionally and intrigued Anderson's teenaged mind to no end, annoying Anderson himself to no end.
"Where's Edelweiss and Katyusha?" Anderson called out to Amelia as he begain opening windows on his computer. "Pft, hell if I knew." Amelia turned off the shower and walked out wrapped in a towel, "Is Sakura going to be okay?" Amelia poked the Japanese girl as she sat on the bed, actually crying. "Don't worry, she'll return to her normal self in about 3... 2... 1..."
Sakura shot straight up, her tears magically erased themselves from her face, "I have something important to do!"
Without fail, she stood up and smacked her head in the wall, knocking herself out, alarming her teammate. "An-AN-Anderson! What the hell did she do?" Amelia shook Anderson in his chair. "She's taking a nap. The only way for her to sleep is to knock herself out. Don't worry, what ever brain damage she takes won't be enough to do anything to her."
Jack walked out an alley, his chest binding hurt more then usual. He need to find something to eat, he hadn't eaten much since he Shia Surprised the school. Perhaps the blood dust thing affect his metabolism?
As he continued to walk the maze of back alleys and dark shadows, he felt something moving around him. Clowns "Lookie what we have here~" one of the Skinhead sang as more of his comrades grew from the shadows, "Aren't you lost-" "Shut the hell up, I have no time to waste on shit like you." Jack interrupted them and stomped his foot on the ground.
Huge stone spikes erected themselves from the ground, impaling all the clowns in that generate direction. More spilled out from other places and dropped to the ground level. Jack, unamused, slammed his fist into the ground. A wave of dirt and clay towered over the Clowns as they were buried in seconds.
Jack spit on a limb that hadn't been submerged by the earth. As he walked away, acting as if nothing had happened, the stone spikes and dirt slowly sank back into the ground, taking there victims with them. They would be buried here with no one to send them off, no one to visit their grave, no one to care about their existence.
It almost struck a familiar cord in Jack before he himself disappeared into the ground to tunnel himself elsewhere, "What is it humans love the most?"
As I continued my sketch, a short scene seemed to unfold before me. Something with the violinist, the towering giant and the glasses girl. I wondered if I had just witnessed what people call "teen drama". Whatever it was, it had slightly disturbed my sketch. So much for a lazy morning. As I considered whether to just leave it as it was or try to finish it from memory, the giant decided to sit by my side.
Looking at the giant from a distance was something, but up close he was really intimidating. The fact that I was small also did not help in the slightest. As I noticed he was looking at my sketches, I hurriedly closed the sketchbook. It was silly, since the subject of the sketch was obvious, but I still did not like people viewing my sketches. "It's no problem. It's just a sketch." I said as I put the sketchbook and pencil back in my bag. It was unlikely that I'd use them further for now. "Is it okay for you not to go after your girlfriend?" I remembered the giant and the glasses girl seemed to be close during last week's incident, and thus had somehow arrived at the conclusion that what I had just witnessed was a couple's quarrel.
@Kyun "Still, it's all that work, down the drain for nothing," Sasaki said, tone betraying a little more than a simple apology for ruining the miniscule young man's works. The giant noted the hurried concealment of the artist's chosen medium. Was this kid one of those good artists who were afraid of showing others what they were capable of, or maybe ashamed of their art's perceived terribleness? The shorter boy definitely didn't have anything lewd in there, from what he had seen. The mildly entertaining thought of the artist having some degree of romantic affection for the violinist briefly passed through his mind before being dismissed as groundless musing. It was a good day after all, very picturesque in its ways. Good for art, in other words. Besides, looking too deeply into these kinds of things usually only results in wrong ideas all around. Usually. Speaking of which...
"Hm? No, it's alright. She's not my girlfriend," Sasaki answered simply. What were you expecting? Multiple exclamation points, a reddened face, and a loud declaration screamed to the heavens with an emphasis on the negative? "She probably doesn't want to see me anyway. I figure if I go it'll make things worse," he explained, sitting up straighter, further emphasizing the size discrepancy between the two, "How about you and your... model?" That probably wasn't the art term for what Aria was serving as, but whatever. "Nice of her to let you do that."
Akira was walking to the gym, thinking on the events of a week ago, or at least what Akuma had written down for him. I wonder what business Jack has with Tsurara-san. It doesn't seem like she knew him, so they don't have a past together. Maybe he's been hired to kill her. . no, that doesn't make sense, he wouldn't have given up so easily if that was the case. I feel like I'm missing something here.
Akira groaned, rubbing his temples as he felt himself getting a headache from his frustrations. He had been in control for the past 3 days, having regained it at the moment Akuma had killed some Akurans in a rather brutal matter. The mere thought of it made him ill, and strengthen his desire to rid himself of Akuma once and for all. Sometimes, it was just too easy to forget how willing Akuma was to take life, how much he craved it. With a sigh, he decided that some sparring would help him relax a bit before classes started, groaning a little more when he thought of how they had classes even during the weekends. I don't think that'll ever not suck.
As Akira entered the gym, he noticed Tatsuya sparring with some training bots, though a better word might be decimating. They stood very little chance against the boy, which made sense given the new found knowledge he possessed of Tatsuya's fighting abilities. With this in mind, Akira decided he might as well help his fellow student get a good early morning workout.
"Hello Tsu-, I mean, Tatsuya-san, I hope you're having a good morning so far." Akira said as he approached, watching as the bots collided into each other one after another. "It would seem as though you would require more of a challenge in your choice of sparring partner, would you mind if I volunteer myself?" He said, getting into a ready stance as he was sure that Tatsuya would say yes. Not much can be learned from smashing bots into each other like he was doing.
Dylan was walking down the hall, flipping through the internet on his H.A. phone, sometimes switching over to the Judgement App that would alert him to any criminal activity that Judgement was currently engaging nearby. Currently, that was nothing, which led him to be extremely bored. He considered going on patrol, try his luck, but he'd been doing that all week, and it had gotten him absolutely fucking nowhere. He was getting extremely twitchy with all of this excess energy in him, he needed to fight something or someone soon or he was going to lose it.
Just when he was about to go up and challenge some random student to a duel he wouldn't let them refuse, he rembered something. Scrolling through his phone, he found the list of clubs and saw that the martial arts club was active today. No sooner had he verified that, he was bolting through the halls, moving over, under, around, and even through some students, until he arrived at his destination, the Martial arts club Clubroom. He took a second to calm himself down, tuning his fidgeting level from 'Spastic seizure' to 'He might just be the slightest bit insane'. Once he had done that, he opened the door and walked in, an energetic smile on his face as he gave a wave to those inside.
"Hello, I'm Dylan Brooks and I'm interested in joining this club. Now that's out of the way, let's have a friendly spar!" He was already in a solid fighting stance, ready for anything.
"One more test should be done before moving to beta" Justeaze muttered to herself and started at the track once more but after setting up obstacles for her to weave through. "This will be the true test she thought to herself as she dashed forward once more" Weaving between the hurdles she pushed her speed more. "I have to go faster not because I want to but rather if I don't who will in the end?" She questioned as she speed around the track the speed she was going made her hat fly off not that she noticed. Laughing while she went across the track the track for her fourth time. "Nothing can beat this feeling can it?" she yelled as she increased her speed more this was her limit as fast she could go she thought to herself. Racing around really was freedom she thought nothing but you and the wind with it voices singing to her letting a smile grace her lips she slid to a stop. Looking down she looked at her prototype the wheels was smoking but everything else was still fine it seemed that the regular clay wheels started to melt due to the friction.
Aria Fabre She stood holding the box before heading out to find the crying girl. She was really unsure on why but Kirima-san asked so why not? Chasing after the girl who left she felt really out of place she was doing something that was completely left field for her and yet she was doing it because she wanted to? It was all so confusing to her with her violin case and boxed lunch still in her hands she looked for the girl. No this is needed Aria thought to herself she needed this to grow out of her shell she weakly clung to still. "Kagome kagome, kago naka no tori wa, itsu itsu deyaru, ushiro no shoumen dare Cage, cage, the bird inside the cage. When, when will you come out? Who is the person behind you?" Aria quietly muttered it fit the situation she supposed spotting her huddled in the cafeteria. Her back was turned to her so she walked up behind her and muttered once more "Kagome kagome, kago naka no tori wa, itsu itsu deyaru, ushiro no shoumen dare"
Tsukuyomi Yayoi "Ok" she spoke breaking the silence normally she was supposed to exorcise the spirit in this case though she was unsure on what that. "So.......... May I ask what this Chi Ni is to you" She asked looking at the spirit back to him for a few times before focusing on Kazeno. "Look I can either leave you guys alone since she seems more or less of a clueless type spirit than a evil one or I can purify her." She spoke labeling the choices she could do now as she saw them.
Well, wasn't this girl a little cute and bosy thing? It seemed like something Shiho could use to kill some boredom. She laughed as she spinned around and laughed. "Hm, hm, I wonder?" Shiho said between laughs. She stopped spinning after a while to finally face the black haired girl. Putting a finger on her cheek as if to think about what she was going to say, Shiho started, "Shiho is okay if you mean if Shiho's body is okay. Shiho is also okay if you are talking about Shiho's health! Shiho isn't sure if she's okay regarding her mental health though." Looking puzzled, Shiho tilted her head to the side a bit to ponder about the answer to that, until she finally shook her head and broke into a smile.
"Well, isn't that okay? Life is always more fun when you aren't sane, right!" Shiho said, sounding a bit too happy to take her seriously. "Besides, isn't being mental like, totally in? With that White Chapel Guy and those other guys too causing trouble! Also, the blue sensei! Being a freak is in, right?" Shiho wasn't sure of it herself. A sudden idea popped in her head. "Or is being in a gang what is in right now?! Umm, but Shiho doesn't want onii-chan beating her up. If he knew Shiho got into a gang, he'd go rescue Shiho and trash the boys too. Ummmm.... what to do?" Shiho looked really troubled, now that her odd sense of trendy-ness shifted to an even stranger path.
"Umm, let's forget about that for now!" Shiho quickly chased those thoughts away and went back to the subject at hand. "Ne, ne, won't you play with Shiho? Shiho is really bored right now!" The blonde girl asked, with a big smile on her face.
Anderson sat at his desk, his monitors flashing all sorts of windows. He was starting a new operation and with each start came requirements and rules. Pieces had to be played, pawns to be moved forwards, strategies whose groundwork had to be laid. There were cards to be played, agents to inform and rules to break.
"Katyusha, Edelweiss, do you copy?" Anderson spoke into his headset. "Ja, Komandir." "Yes nii." "Are you two covering the advance of our friends?" Anderson began sending messages to his agents across his network of contacts. Blackmail here, a "disappearance" there, some well placed bribes over there and well-connected individuals elsewhere ensured that Anderson always stayed within the loop if not several steps ahead of it. There was not place that wasn't some how connected to Anderson in this city. "Everything ready?" Anderson said after the two gave their approvals, "Link, Start!" ____________________________
"Everyone, move out and surround the school, ain't not one of these idiots gettin' out today!" the Skill-Out commander roared as the collation of Skill-Out and Clowns moved in, "And you Clowns better not be thinkin' of rapin' anyone just yet. Get them to the warehouse first! Now, fire!"
With that order, homemade mortars and smuggled in and all manner of explosive devises where launched at Kirigoka Academy. As hellfire rained down on the buildings, Skill-Out and Clowns alike rushed into the school, chaos ensued as the building began to crumble under the weight of explosive ordinance and the armed thugs zerg rushed the school. Not even the school's own espers could protect their weaker classmates. Through all the smoke and violence, the one thing anyone with a good eye and enough time to look was the symbol on all of their weapons the, the Apple of Eden, the symbol of Coercion.
"Oh no, she's evil, she made me kill my parents." Kazeno nonchalantly said as if he was speaking about grocery prices, "She also why I can use magic."
While Kazeno was all fine and dandy about this, Chi Ni was scared out of her mind, already managing to construct a ghostly WW2 bunker behind Kazeno, equipped with period weapons and one scared ghost girl, "Ne ne... Kazeno-san... umm... Can you please get her to leave?"
Kazeno sighed as he dragged Chi Ni out of her bunker through the opening, causing the entire structure to disappear.
"See? Here she is." Kazeno held her arm up as Chi Ni freaked out, kicking and fidgeting every which way like a roasted duck hanging in front of an especially powerful fan.
Player Characters Participating Legend: PC, NPC Rescuers
Aria, H.A
Sasaki, H.A
Taiki, H.A
Ria, H.A
Hibiki, Kirigaoka
Kaname, Kirigaoka
Hostages
Kotori, H.A
Nishikara Wendy
Other People Probably, Various
Antagonists
Ander"Red Herring"son, H.A
Akurans, Akurans
Cain
Clowns, Clowns
Skill Out, Skill Out
Akuran Leader, Akurans
Cameos
Team Nagetenjouki, Nagatenjouki
Kishiko, H.A
Objectives
Rescue hostages
Defuse bombs
Kick ass
Significant Locations
School District 4 (Mocha Dreams Party/Kidnapping Sequence)
School District 7 (Ria's Hostage, Hybrid Academy)
School District 18 (Kirigaoka Investigation)
School District 21 (Ria + Kaname vs Cain, Hostage Location for Wendy)
NOTE: I got permanent authority in this arc and other characters won't intervene as this is an isolated arc which will be three days in IC Time. Nobody else is allowed to join until I say so.
Apparently I was mistaken about the giant's relationship with the glasses girl. Well, it wasn't really important. Having no knowledge of what was happening, I decided not to meddle further. I looked puzzled at him when he asked about me and the violinist, and promptly felt blood rushing to my face when he mentioned her permission, just like a child caught doing something wrong. "I... I don't know that girl. I just thought she wouldn't mind, because the scene looked so pretty." My tone betrayed the fact that I really wanted to turn invisible at that moment, and was fully expecting to be scolded.
Running away was something she was always so horribly talented in. Fear and regret were her companions, and little else. Dark miserable thoughts trailed in her mind even still, and the lonely corner of the cafeteria that she had barricaded herself within seemed like a tiny fortress for her consciousness to assault her. Settling her face down into her arms as she sat and wished desperately for this day to end.
Sasaki had been troubled and had even gotten in trouble because of her. Once again, she had become a burden. Just like how she had been to great a burden for her own mother.
So furious with herself was she, that angrily her fingertips dug into the texture of the table. Vain tears still crept down her cheeks as she was suddenly met with a surprise. Something soft and furry slid against her leg, and wiping the hopelessness from her eyes, the little Songbird looked down as a feline meow met her ears.
Looking right back at her was a pair of feline eyes. Rising upon two legs, it's cheek rubbed against her elbow and her trembling hand found the ability to lightly scratch the space between its ears.
How pathetic was she? So pathetic that even animals could sense her unhappiness?
Even so, she couldn't deny the charm of the little feline, slowly reaching beneath its belly to pick it up and hold it close. Purring as a constant, the little creature seemed to at least enjoy the fact that she was scratching its ears. Picking up her box of milk, the little Songbird snatched a small paper plate and squeezed out a bit of milk for the cat to partake in.
Settling it upon the table, the cat naturally hopped onto the table to partake, and Kotori watched it; continuing to scratch its back, she dug around in her bag with her free hand. Extracting from it a spare piece of paper and a pencil, she began to do something that had always helped settle her miserable self.
She began to write music. Humming softly to herself, the presence of another was announced by an oddly melodic phrase. One that called her a bird, of all things? Slowly turning to look at the girl with still puffy red eyes, the little Songbird looked at her confused for a moment. Had she followed her? Why did she have the box that she sacrificed to give to Sasaki?
Even still, she was ashamed.
A mild, tiny little whisper of words came forward from Kotori, yet there was no tremble, no stutter. Her unhappiness was beyond that, there was only a sense of sorrow upon her lips.
"Hello...you're the violinist, yes? I...I'm sorry about my conduct."
By the Gods, she hated having to wear flashy revealing clothing.
A soft steady hum of busy company began the part of Kotori's shift. Hiding in the back at first as she prepared the ridiculous uniform that Ria had chosen for her, the mild shy girl looked at herself in the mirror in complete dismay. Of all things, why had Ria forced her to wear this?! Already blushing a brilliant red from embarrassment, she tried tugging upward at the low cut of the maid's blouse that displayed her cleavage to try and hide it a little more.
Even worse was this despicably short black skirt whose white frills barely extended past her bottom! Grumbling worriedly, she tugged nervously at the hem before fitting the white stockings and black polished shoes.
For a superior ranking employee, Ria was most definitely merciless when it came to these things. She didn't have a choice in the matter. It was either this, or lose her job.
Finally, she tightened the corset and tied the knot deftly at the small of her back, only to add a thick pink sash about her hips. Biting her lip as she did a small twirl in the mirror, Kotori sighed in dismay. Ria was truly a cold hearted person when it came to this, utterly cold in every way.
There was a brief momentarily followed her entrance, as eyes fell on her for a brief second, only to resume shortly afterward where a pair of patrons sat in waiting at one of her tables.
Moving up to the two boys, the meek little Songbird bowed slightly and held her notepad tightly in her hand. As cheerfully as she could apply it, her softened words came forth smoothly, well at least mostly.
"W-Welcome to Mocha Dreams, how can I-I serve you today?"
