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You know I've always wanted to do something in the Harry Potter universe post canon
Today is the day... Starting today, I am a Host.
Anjii Mikame straightened his tie in the mirror, preening and preparing himself for his first day entertaining the young women of Ouran. There was alot at stake here. Ever since The Host Club became a huge social and financial success under its founders, Kyoya Ootori and Tamaki Suoh, it became a big deal to become a host or hostess. to the point where commoners were even offered full scholarships, called the Fujioka Grant, for similar successes on a smaller scale with their Host Clubs. And the wealthy? Even though the Host Club was always limited to a certain number of members depending on demand (which there was always plenty of) and therefore only a very small number of Hosts were ever admitted, Patriarchs of most of the filthy rich families attending Ouran always insisted their son or daughter at least try to be admitted. Including Anjii Mikamoro, head of the company Anjiil Feathers, and Mikame's Father.
"So you are soon to begin school at Ouran like the rest of your family?"
"Yes father."
"I assume you are aware of the prestigious Ouran Host Club?"
"Of course father"
"I have arranged you to get a special interview with the clubs planning coordinator. You have a rare opportunity that not many other applicants will get. Do not disappoint me. I suppose I can reasonably assume that my responsible son has already submitted his application for candidacy?"
"Thank you Father. I won't disappoint you father. Of course father."
"I have arrived... Abandoned Music Room 3... I wonder what I will find when I enter this place..."
Slowly Mikame steps forward and turns the knob. He pushes his way forward, and is greeted with many eyes upon entering.
There are many smiles in the room and everyone seems very happy...
Yeah...I think I could thrive in a place like this...
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Anjii Mikame straightened his tie in the mirror, preening and preparing himself for his first day entertaining the young women of Ouran. There was alot at stake here. Ever since The Host Club became a huge social and financial success under its founders, Kyoya Ootori and Tamaki Suoh, it became a big deal to become a host or hostess. to the point where commoners were even offered full scholarships, called the Fujioka Grant, for similar successes on a smaller scale with their Host Clubs. And the wealthy? Even though the Host Club was always limited to a certain number of members depending on demand (which there was always plenty of) and therefore only a very small number of Hosts were ever admitted, Patriarchs of most of the filthy rich families attending Ouran always insisted their son or daughter at least try to be admitted. Including Anjii Mikamoro, head of the company Anjiil Feathers, and Mikame's Father.
"So you are soon to begin school at Ouran like the rest of your family?"
"Yes father."
"I assume you are aware of the prestigious Ouran Host Club?"
"Of course father"
"I have arranged you to get a special interview with the clubs planning coordinator. You have a rare opportunity that not many other applicants will get. Do not disappoint me. I suppose I can reasonably assume that my responsible son has already submitted his application for candidacy?"
"Thank you Father. I won't disappoint you father. Of course father."
"I have arrived... Abandoned Music Room 3... I wonder what I will find when I enter this place..."
Slowly Mikame steps forward and turns the knob. He pushes his way forward, and is greeted with many eyes upon entering.
There are many smiles in the room and everyone seems very happy...
Yeah...I think I could thrive in a place like this...
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Ahem.-~- I would like to submit my candidacy for Tatl.
I couldn't help but notice you were short a male for your host club. I was hoping I might be able to fill that void.
After all, if there aren't enough good men to go around, all those poor girls will get bored with our lack of variety.
And since our mission is to help them no matter what, I propose myself to add that variety.
One doesn't simply visit an ice cream parlor and spend twenty minutes perusing the flavors for the purpose of choosing the same one every time... So allow me to add some...flavor.
You'll have to excuse the elipses, as my flair for the dramatic greatly requires them. There is no better way to let someone know you are pausing to stare into their eyes.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul but I instead propose that you are what you see behind your eyes. A mirror is more than a vain reflection of what you want to mold yourself into, but have you ever looked into the eyes of your mirror and wondered if the light reflected in them is your soul staring at itself, and the eyes are simply between them?
Well when I look into your eyes I promise that our eyes will be the only thing between us in much the same way. I will look into your heart and grasp your soul by the hand, show you where I pluck the heartstrings, and where I store your tears. I will leap from your soul into mine and bare it for you that you may understand why I navigate yours so easily. Indeed the soul is only but a place behind a window that I must shatter, as I will shatter the veils before your eyes and return you from your disillusionment into a state of pure enlightenment. A state of being loved in more than just a way that your body reacts to the soul, but instead by interacting with the soul itself. So stare into my eyes...
There. Now you have traveled with me. It's up to you where our journey goes from there...
After all, if there aren't enough good men to go around, all those poor girls will get bored with our lack of variety.
And since our mission is to help them no matter what, I propose myself to add that variety.
One doesn't simply visit an ice cream parlor and spend twenty minutes perusing the flavors for the purpose of choosing the same one every time... So allow me to add some...flavor.
You'll have to excuse the elipses, as my flair for the dramatic greatly requires them. There is no better way to let someone know you are pausing to stare into their eyes.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul but I instead propose that you are what you see behind your eyes. A mirror is more than a vain reflection of what you want to mold yourself into, but have you ever looked into the eyes of your mirror and wondered if the light reflected in them is your soul staring at itself, and the eyes are simply between them?
Well when I look into your eyes I promise that our eyes will be the only thing between us in much the same way. I will look into your heart and grasp your soul by the hand, show you where I pluck the heartstrings, and where I store your tears. I will leap from your soul into mine and bare it for you that you may understand why I navigate yours so easily. Indeed the soul is only but a place behind a window that I must shatter, as I will shatter the veils before your eyes and return you from your disillusionment into a state of pure enlightenment. A state of being loved in more than just a way that your body reacts to the soul, but instead by interacting with the soul itself. So stare into my eyes...
There. Now you have traveled with me. It's up to you where our journey goes from there...
Appearance: Silver Hair, Blue-almost violet eyes, a thin face but a tall body with medium build. Almost Grecian in form.
First Name: Mikame
Last Name: Anjii
Age(14-18): 18
Gender: M
Club (Host or Other): Host, Writers, Speech, Thespians
Type (Cool Type, etc. Only for Host): Charming type (not to be confused with princely type, whom can flatter all with the same words, this type is able to take in the individual before them and use their traits to flatter them in a more... personal way)
Special Skills: Adept in nearly all forms of artistry, but has a particular affinity for the theatre.
Odd Habits: Has a tendency to analyze people down to a T, and be extremely blunt when he deems it necessary.
Likes: Understanding the individual, Science and nature, Deep discussions
Dislikes: Waste of any kind, Demeaning remarks towards himself.
Theme Song (Optional):Misa no Uta
Other:
First Name: Mikame
Last Name: Anjii
Age(14-18): 18
Gender: M
Club (Host or Other): Host, Writers, Speech, Thespians
Type (Cool Type, etc. Only for Host): Charming type (not to be confused with princely type, whom can flatter all with the same words, this type is able to take in the individual before them and use their traits to flatter them in a more... personal way)
Special Skills: Adept in nearly all forms of artistry, but has a particular affinity for the theatre.
Odd Habits: Has a tendency to analyze people down to a T, and be extremely blunt when he deems it necessary.
Likes: Understanding the individual, Science and nature, Deep discussions
Dislikes: Waste of any kind, Demeaning remarks towards himself.
Theme Song (Optional):Misa no Uta
Other:
It bothered me how few people in the crowd had said anything. Dozens of people and only a handful have spoken up. The silence is awkward.
"Damnit what's WRONG with you people? I'll be the first to admit I didn't trust this guy or his little mouse in the corner there. I mean I hid under a window to keep them from having my weapons. But how can you not SEE what this man is OFFERING you!" I look around at the slightly miffed faces in front of me...
"When was the last time you had HOPE? I know what we've all been through. WE ALL KNOW. I know that EVERY SINGLE ONE of you has held your family in your arms and WATCHED them die in morbid helplessness. I know you have all STARVED for weeks at a time, searching for food. I know the people who's evils have awakened in this new world have come across you. And I know every one of you have done what you needed to survive. WHATEVER that may be. Well this should be no different damnit.
For God's sakes our weapons are RIGHT THERE. If we wanted we could gut these two where they stand. But we haven't. We all can tell who and what this man is. We all know he's transparent. The only thing holding you people back is your hope. We stand a better chance together than alone. We can make better decisions, protect eachother and most of all, BRING BACK THE PERSON WHO WAS THERE BEFORE THE SHIT HIT THE FAN.
We are reduced by our lack of hope. And this man is offering to give that back to you
He's offering to save you instead of the savages this world requires.
He has a vision that you are apart of.
And if you weren't willing to be apart of it, then you never would have come to this building hoping for EXACTLY THIS.
We all know what we came here for.
This is it.
I am willing to hope alongside this man.
I hope you have the balls to admit you're willing to do the same."
"Damnit what's WRONG with you people? I'll be the first to admit I didn't trust this guy or his little mouse in the corner there. I mean I hid under a window to keep them from having my weapons. But how can you not SEE what this man is OFFERING you!" I look around at the slightly miffed faces in front of me...
"When was the last time you had HOPE? I know what we've all been through. WE ALL KNOW. I know that EVERY SINGLE ONE of you has held your family in your arms and WATCHED them die in morbid helplessness. I know you have all STARVED for weeks at a time, searching for food. I know the people who's evils have awakened in this new world have come across you. And I know every one of you have done what you needed to survive. WHATEVER that may be. Well this should be no different damnit.
For God's sakes our weapons are RIGHT THERE. If we wanted we could gut these two where they stand. But we haven't. We all can tell who and what this man is. We all know he's transparent. The only thing holding you people back is your hope. We stand a better chance together than alone. We can make better decisions, protect eachother and most of all, BRING BACK THE PERSON WHO WAS THERE BEFORE THE SHIT HIT THE FAN.
We are reduced by our lack of hope. And this man is offering to give that back to you
He's offering to save you instead of the savages this world requires.
He has a vision that you are apart of.
And if you weren't willing to be apart of it, then you never would have come to this building hoping for EXACTLY THIS.
We all know what we came here for.
This is it.
I am willing to hope alongside this man.
I hope you have the balls to admit you're willing to do the same."
People unable to admit that training their mind would do them good are hiding themselves from themselves. I'm sorry that your mother has had to endure such traumatic experiences. I'm sorry her parents turned out the way they did. And I'm sorry she didn't have anyone to protect her when it happened.
Skyrte said
Quick question peeps, would you guys be cool if I took the time to fluff up the universe of this setting?This means more aliums, a choice of star-systems to go to with detailed planets and moons, more backstory to generally everything.
I think the current mission has enough story to it that we can be pretty independent for awhile. I say yeah, take some time to brainstorm.
It took me a moment to decide. I have always had a good eye for people... Jed seemed genuine... but... definitely daunted by the task before him. I could see in his eyes that he knew the difficulty of what he proposed. Searching the world for survivors... It would be dangerous... and it would take a lifetime. And a farm? There was much to discuss. And alot of trust would have to be gained... But I was willing to follow this person.
Opening the window I sat down on the sill ten feet above everyone and shouted, "I'm with you."
Opening the window I sat down on the sill ten feet above everyone and shouted, "I'm with you."
Qirin said
Reading up on the ic and the characters. I think btw that I've found megadraco's lost cs: it is placed inside angelnoire's hider
MegaDraco? Also it's good to have another martial artist in the group ^^
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