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Sure, I'll jump in on this
Sorry Tree, but I've lost interest in this RP completely, and I honestly don't have the motivation to keep going. I would've told you this earlier, but things have cropped up here and there which take time away from my computer.

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Feel free to write Satirra out however you want. I don't have any real preferences.

Interactions: Mizutani Hiroyuki* (@HachiRoku), Tachibana Kotone (@Sola)



It was safe to say that Midori wasn't expecting the girl to grind her bike to a halt so suddenly, and now all of a sudden she was afeared that she might've startled the poor girl into bolting the other direction. If that were to happen, then there was no way she could catch up. Realizing that she'd have to run after all, Midori took off after the brown-haired girl, only to be forced into stopping just as abruptly, lest she run straight into another boy. Thankfully the collision didn't actually come to pass, but still...

"Hey, watch where you're...!" Midori turned to face the boy, only to find that he'd already walked all the way around her, and most likely into the store, without much of a second thought, 'Jackass.'

Now that she thought about it, that boy was wearing a very similar uniform to Midori's, and he looked to be about the same age. No doubt this meant the two of them would in the same school, which wasn't surprising since there was only one high school Kurosuoba even had. But it was also very possible that the two of them would be in the same class as well, much to Midori's dismay.

In any case, catching up to the boy so she could have a few choice words with him wouldn't be a difficult task for Midori at all, but for now she turned her head back around and kept going, managing to finally catch up to the brown-haired girl just as she turned her bike around. She fell to her knees and was wheezing heavily by the end of her run, and had been clutching her chest as though she'd already suffered from a heart attack. Midori looked towards the girl with eyes wide open, as if to portray that she was in agony.

"You need to not... make me run down... this entire way... ever again... for one thing..." Midori said through her panting, desperately trying to get a deep enough inhale before feeling the need to exhale again.

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Eventually, Midori was able to stabilize her breathing, and found the strength to stand up again. Her knees may have looked to have taken a hit from her sudden collapse, but the injuries to them were minor at worst. The only real way Midori could've been hurt was out of embarrassment, for the fact that she couldn't even run a single length of footpath without her legs caving in like that, but even then, this girl had never given the slightest hint that she was of the judgmental type... well, at least not as far as Midori recalled.

"Oh my god, why would people torture themselves like this?" Midori asked, almost forgetting for a second that the girl she was trying to talk to was right there, "Actually, before you answer that, I wanna ask you something else. My dad's coming over to visit us for a few days, and my older brother and I are trying to find somewhere for him to stay. Do you think there'd be a room free in that ryokan that you and your mom work in? I'd greatly appreciate it, miss... uh... Kinuye, I wanna say? Kaede? Kazue? Something else along those lines that I'm sure I'm missing...?"

Midori snapped her fingernails a few times, trying to come with more names that she could spitball in hopes that they'd match the face. She knew that the girl's first name had three syllables in it and that it started with a K. But it was evident that Midori was drawing a blank...

Interactions: Tachibana Kotone (@Sola)



"Ugh, I can't believe this mother of ours," Egusa Midori complained to her older brother, Egusa Atsumori, as they walked down the street, "Everyone else would probably be asleep by now, and here we are having practically been kicked out of the house!"

"Hey, come on now; you know what she's like," Atsumori replied, "She never did want anyone lounging around the house."

"So what(?), that's supposed to give her the right to throw us out, is it?" Midori sneered.

"Apparently," as he shrugged his shoulders, Atsumori breathed a heavy sigh, "It's just as much a pain in the ass for all of us, alright? There's nothing you can really do that isn't called sucking it up a little."

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As little as she wanted to, Midori had to admit that her older brother was right. Living with Egusa Murasaki was most painful for Midori herself, true, but their constant feuds with each other were also taking their toll on the youngest of the family, Egusa Emiko. And Atsumori was always the one that had to ensure that such feuds were kept under control. No doubt that aspect would put a lot of stress on him too. In any case, Midori and Atsumori were approaching a convenience store, which gave the former a chance to kill some time.

"Hey um, Atsumori?" asked Midori, pulling out some cash and handing it out to the guy in question, "Can you get a few things for me?"

"Yeah alright, fine," replied Atsumori as he took the money, "I'll just go in, grab some smokes, get your stuff, buy a few more things for Dad's visit and... crap, now that I think about, we never figured out where he was gonna stay..."

"I know a place we can try," suggested Midori. Atsumori seemed to be in thought for a moment, but then suddenly...

"We'll come back to it," he said, "I'll be right back,"

With that, Atsumori went intp the store, while Midori stood right outside and waited, watching the other people pass her by on their way to wherever they needed to be that particular morning. Suddenly, Midori caught sight of a familiar brown-haired girl, who was riding her bike in this direction. Midori could never remember the girl's name, but she did know that she and her mother worked at the ryokan that she'd always pay a visit to, and even spent a night in on several occasions. If Midori could catch up with the girl, she could ask if there was a spare room available at the ryokan in question. It was most definitely worth a shot.

"H-hey! Hold up!" Midori waved her arms in the air as she said this, hoping she'd managed to capture the girl's attention, and that she didn't wind up braking too far away from her. She was not going to run half-way down the footpath just to stop and chat.

Interactions: Cayde Selmy @Guess Who



"Soooonnnuuuuvvvaaaa bitch, this is taking way too long," Satirra groaned, evidently frustrated about the lack of progress that she was able to make. It was a commendable effort, that was for sure, but in the end it was futile.

Satirra should've known that the Ether-lock's effect were never going to fade that quickly, especially not after she had the cursed thing on for the past couple of years. If not for that, she'd already have been down a couple of floors. Cayde had mentioned that they were better off continuing to run down a few more floors first, and while Satirra hated the sentiment of giving up, she could see where he was coming from.

"Yeah, you might be right," she told Cayde, "Seems as though I underestimated this piece of shit Ether-lock. Damn pain in the ass thing..."

She got up on her feet, just in time to overhear the radio communications coming from all the other soldiers. It looked as though they meant business this time around, as they received orders to kill any of the escaped prisoners on the spot. Satirra had mixed feelings about this news. On the one hand, spending any more of her life in this hellhole would be trying at best. But on the other, she was made for so much more than this. For now she listened into more of the communications, particularly something concerning the warden.

"Hmm... we might be able to misdirect all the other guards into rushing right past us; that job would be much easier if we keep that one guy alive," Satirra mused aloud, "But that warden Derrick sounds like he'd be a stubborn old mule if I ever heard one. We'll need a plan for him specifically."
I plan to post some time tonight.
Planting this here purely to see how it holds up as an app. I had planned to save this for when transfer students would come into play, and if there are too many characters being run at the moment, I can still stick to that plan quite easily :]

So... what floor's the research on, out of curiosity? It might have been hinted at before, but my memory's bad :/

Interactions: Perkeo* @The Irish Tree, Cayde Selmy @Guess Who, Homura* @GarlandDaHero, Vandesdelca Ivalice* @Kal-El



Maintaining a strong choke-hold on her chosen guard, Satirra took the time to look around and see what was happening with the other guards. Cayde was able to swiftly slay one of the forward-most two, and that other Draph had taken down the other one. But as she looked to see whether any more were coming, Satirra saw a man with blue hair wrapped into a ponytail, who'd been standing over the corpse of a guard that she must have missed. Now that she thought about it, it was possible that that man had rushed past everyone completely just to get to him.

'Huh. Guess we owe him one,' Satirra thought to herself, 'Still though, I could've sworn there were only three of them...'

She'd spent some time seeing if she could wrap her hand around her miscalculation but, no longer wanting to think about it, she slammed her chosen guard's head against the stone wall. His helmet would likely keep him alive, but the Copper Dhirom had still applied more than enough strength to knock him out. She was about to give the radio she had in hand the same treatment, but Cayde's advice had stopped her from going through with it. He did have a point about co-ordination being possible with the things.

"Slight problem with that, Cayde; we're all used to doing our own thing and there's not enough radios for everyone," Satirra mentioned, "We've only got four of the things and there's six of us. Seven if you count 'pansy-fist' over there."

She made sure to emphasize the imaginary 'n' in pacifist, as if to take a slight jab at Perkeo's lack of will to fight.

With that, Satirra position herself behind everyone else and set the unconscious guard down to one side, before kneeling down and brandishing her claws. Assuming the Ether-lock had worn off on her completely, she should be able to dig through this floor like a hot knife would cut through butter. Infusing her claws with her Earth magic would allow her to break through any material that it could possibly have been made of, and if arcanists had a hand in reinforcing its structure, she'd know about it. In any case, it was better that Satirra test her theory right now, rather than try to do it in desperation and find that it was completely impossible. She could easily catch up to everyone if breaking through the floor wasn't going to happen. Furthermore, it was still very possible that the resulting hole would fail to lead anywhere, or that the fall would be too great for anyone else to make it down without injury. In both of those events, it made little sense to dig the hole in a position where it would be in everyone else's way; hence why Satirra made that slight backtrack.

"Aight, I'ma see if I can dig a hole real quick," she told Cayde, "If that guard I knocked out comes to, make sure no-one gets a knee-jerk reaction from it and tries to kill him. He'd have been a modern art piece by now if I didn't think he'd have the slightest value to us alive."

Trusting Cayde would know what to do from there, Satirra set to work, mustering as much of her Earth magic as she could while she clawed away at the floor. Time would tell if any of the scratches she'd make would pay off in the long run.
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