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Had a doctor's appointment to settle today, will have something out tomorrow.
VAGRANT
Those who lug around massive, bladed weapons such as axes, greatswords, and scythes. They rely on overwhelming their opponents with powerful, animalistic blows that border on inhuman. There have been many stories of such individuals forging covenants with strange shades.
das me.
I don't know what any of those words mean, but I've been meaning to play a monster hunter type character with a big heckin' sword.
Throwing in some tentative interest.
this is my 3000 post alt.
hi.
KEMURIKAGE AKEMI
煙影 明美
煙影 明美
Location — Ishin Academy Gates
Interacting — @Yankee
Interacting — @Yankee
It took a level of willpower to suppress the eye roll that rightfully should've followed the boy's comments, as if he hadn't just been shuffling around through the crowd, aimless as anybody else, hoping the flow would bring him to where he needed to be. She couldn't exactly fault him for expressing interest in her company, though, nor for the devil's grin that followed it. If there was one thing Kemurikage Akemi was, it was a beam of light, sent down from the heavens above to brighten the days of those lucky enough to witness her radiance. He just happened to be the most recent in a long line of beneficiaries of such a luminous blessing.
That, or high school boys couldn't help but puff up like roosters when they perceived a compliment from the fairer sex. Either or, really.
"What gave it away? My youthful glow?" She asked, gesturing vaguely to herself as if she hadn't slept for all of four hours and spent the rest of the morning wallowing and chain smoking like some kind of burnout, "Class 1-A. Suppose that means I'll have to sit up in the front..."
She deigned to follow along with her ostensible classmate, figuring that a second or third year probably would've already found where they needed to be. Her pale blues scanned the crowds with a vague disinterest, if only to pass the moments between words, her mind lazily shifting through potential bits of small talk to offer up. Eventually, she settled on the basics, magnanimous enough to tilt her head to the side and address him more directly while they walked.
"Name's Kemurikage Akemi. You are?"
That, or high school boys couldn't help but puff up like roosters when they perceived a compliment from the fairer sex. Either or, really.
"What gave it away? My youthful glow?" She asked, gesturing vaguely to herself as if she hadn't slept for all of four hours and spent the rest of the morning wallowing and chain smoking like some kind of burnout, "Class 1-A. Suppose that means I'll have to sit up in the front..."
She deigned to follow along with her ostensible classmate, figuring that a second or third year probably would've already found where they needed to be. Her pale blues scanned the crowds with a vague disinterest, if only to pass the moments between words, her mind lazily shifting through potential bits of small talk to offer up. Eventually, she settled on the basics, magnanimous enough to tilt her head to the side and address him more directly while they walked.
"Name's Kemurikage Akemi. You are?"
MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫
水島 村鮫
Location — Ishin Academy
Interacting — @Mcmolly
Interacting — @Mcmolly
It only took a few hulking slides across the courtyard for Murasame to realize the error of his ways—he had undoubtedly ensured that nobody on the eastern side of the courtyard could possibly have seen his companion. On the other hand, everyone on the eastern side of the courtyard couldn't help but have seen him. He had been terrified all morning of exactly that! All the eyes, all the quizzical looks! The urge to just break formation and book it into the school in shame was incredibly strong. But he had made a commitment. He couldn't back out of something he had promised to do. So agonizing step by agonizing step he did his duty, until they reached the entrance to the main hall of the school and the blonde's voice stirred him from his mortified stupor.
At least Saika had managed to have fun with it. Feeling the smallest he had since arriving in Hokkaido, Murasame could only offer an embarrassed mutter as he shuffled through the entrance behind her, careful to duck his head as to not end up with a bruised nose on top of his bruised self-esteem.
"I don't even know what I'd want in return," He managed once they were inside and proper conversation could carry on, "'Side from never havin' to do that again. You seen many dancin' shark people? 'Cause I don't think anybody forgets seein' a dancin' shark person..."
The flow of students at least saved him from having to root around his bag for the on-boarding pamphlet. The auditorium was the only place students had any business being that early in the morning on the first day, so he nodded his head in agreement with Saika.
"I sure hope the rooms ain't small. I remember goin' skiin' with my folks when I was, err, smaller," He admitted sheepishly, "I couldn't fit on any of the hotel beds, so they had to smoosh two of 'em together, else my legs woulda been danglin' all night."
He didn't even want to think about the logistics of trying to do his business in a tiny little squat toilet. So instead of letting his mind run wild with that, he began to trundle his way towards the auditorium, figuring Saika would come along with him and keep him occupied during the trek. One such advantage of having such a chatty classmate.
At least Saika had managed to have fun with it. Feeling the smallest he had since arriving in Hokkaido, Murasame could only offer an embarrassed mutter as he shuffled through the entrance behind her, careful to duck his head as to not end up with a bruised nose on top of his bruised self-esteem.
"I don't even know what I'd want in return," He managed once they were inside and proper conversation could carry on, "'Side from never havin' to do that again. You seen many dancin' shark people? 'Cause I don't think anybody forgets seein' a dancin' shark person..."
The flow of students at least saved him from having to root around his bag for the on-boarding pamphlet. The auditorium was the only place students had any business being that early in the morning on the first day, so he nodded his head in agreement with Saika.
"I sure hope the rooms ain't small. I remember goin' skiin' with my folks when I was, err, smaller," He admitted sheepishly, "I couldn't fit on any of the hotel beds, so they had to smoosh two of 'em together, else my legs woulda been danglin' all night."
He didn't even want to think about the logistics of trying to do his business in a tiny little squat toilet. So instead of letting his mind run wild with that, he began to trundle his way towards the auditorium, figuring Saika would come along with him and keep him occupied during the trek. One such advantage of having such a chatty classmate.
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