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Location: Melbourne, Australia
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@Write

Gratia Mindaro - Behind the Café

"I didn't know that cock cured traumas."

Gratia's right hand gripped onto Nuit's, halting the girl's movement. Pale fingers clenched at the fabric, the iron-firm touch practically daring the Faunus to take another step away from her. To try and continue to avoid the issue.

"Unless you've made a wonderful new discovery this past week," she continued, a strange casualness entering her tone as sarcasm began to seep into that cold voice. "So tell me, Doctor Nuit, how does engaging in such bullshit allow your mental faculties to restore themselves to the state of a non-retard?"

If the birdbrain wanted to be irritatingly stubborn about it ...

"You killed Vitoria Dodici over a week ago."

Venetia had dealt with the carcass.

"In the period between then and now, you found the time to go on a shitty cruise rather than deal with your little hangup in a more constructive manner."

Such as visiting someone fucking qualified for it.

"Forgive me if I'm doubtful, but how much longer will this minute of yours be?"

Her grip tightened.

Minutely.

But noticeably.

"For how much longer will you run away?"
@Write@Plank Sinatra

Gratia Mindaro - Behind the Café

Two pale fingers immediately pressed firm against Nuit's forehead, halting her attempt at even coming close enough to embrace Gratia. The ponytail-wearing Mistralese girl stared unflinchingly into her former teammate's blue eyes, her onyx gaze as cold and uncaring as even the hardest of gems. She pushed lightly, the sudden effort at her fingertips forcing her friend back a step, before lowering her right arm to her side.

She refused to be hugged.

She rejected it.

Not the fucking time.

Her left hand rose up.

Dangling from her fingers was her phone, an old, scratched silver model that looked to have seen its fair share of wear, but despite its age, the tiny numbers displayed on its small LCD screen were still clearly legible.

"Student counseling," Gratia Mindaro explained flatly without any prompting, her eyes never wavering. "To prove that your birdbrain's more functional than some lobotomised whore drooling to their death from a Rohypnol overdose."

Her thumb moved over the 'call' button.

"Revert all the bullshit you've pulled today," she ordered. "And give me a reason why you shouldn't be talking to a fucking shrink right now instead of trying to direct some shitty Atlesian operative to your vagina."

Bianca Nuit appeared appropriately contrite and chastised for pulling the most retarded fucking bullshit she had seen in a long time, but the girl was off. Had been off. It irked her. The black-haired teenager had already confronted the birdbrain on the fake healthiness during the cruise, but the events that followed had stopped her from revisiting the issues. Distracted from them. Did Nuit really think that regaining her wings and then taking a pleasure cruise was all that was needed to make her shit smell like roses again? After the state she had been in when Gratia had found her?

Don't make me fucking laugh.

The erraticism of Nuit was the clincher.

The issues needed to be addressed.

Bianca Nuit would not have acted in such an excessively rash and irresponsible manner in her normal state of mind.

And this certainly isn't what you call goddamn normal.

To simply ignore it?

Gratia Mindaro refused.


Mindaro Mondays - Café

Jericho's reward from the Mindaros were an example of what one would call 'contrast'.

Galla Mindaro, upon closing the distance to receive the coffee from the Atlesian, merely nodded in acknowledgement of his deeds, taking the warm beverage with no sign of being affected by the heat or appreciating the fact that a handsome young man had made her a drink.

Her parents, however, were all warm smiles and laughs, with Severa immediately beaming at Jericho as she took the two lattes, and Valentinian lightly clapping him on the shoulder in thanks for his hard work (while also beaming, his smile growing widely underneath his moustache).

"No wonder you're popular with les filles," said Valentinian good-naturedly. "Making good coffee is un talent super."

"Your future partner will surely appreciate it," added Severa with a sagely nod, emerald eyes locking onto Jericho's.
<Snipped quote by MULTI_MEDIA_MAN>

I thought that was just how RPs worked


Not if you keep pestering them to post.

You either get them to state they quit or they stay, both options of which are really fucking good when the alternative is fence-sitting.
@Plank Sinatra@Write

Gratia Mindaro - Outside Café

Gratia wordlessly followed Nuit out of the café, only shooting a short glance at Piper as she left, retracing the steps she had taken when she had arrived mere minutes earlier. She was irritated; an opportunity to spend time with her family, even with the presence of her teammates, had now been lost thanks to Nuit's irksome, irresponsible decisions. She was not entirely informed of what had occurred in that office, but given the utter despondency that she had seen on the exiting wage-slave's face, and Piper's growing dread, it was clear that there was bullshit she needed to cut through.

Whoop-de-fucking-doo

The cardigan-wearing teenager stepped out of the doors, spring sunlight breaking upon her pale, stoic face. She ignored it, ghosting past any of the unwashed masses that were strolling between her and Nuit. Soon enough, they had made it behind the café, a small, urban wasteland devoid of anything but a few trash cans. Nobody else. Good.

"What the fuck did you do," asked the ponytailed Mistralese girl flatly, onyx eyes locking onto Nuit's with a flat coldness.


Severa Mindaro - Café

Severa smiled warmly at Jericho's approach. "You did?" she said, a note of surprise and gratitude entering her voice. "It wasn't necessary, Jericho. You could have spent it on yourself!"

Although, she was already growing used to the Atlesian boy, and knew that her words would fall flat on him.

"Gratia decided on a mocha with five sugars," added the Mindaro matriarch, choosing to answer. "And, I hope this isn't too much to ask, but could I just have a latte?"


@Ryonara@Sho Minazuki@HereComesTheSnow@FlitterFaux@Abillioncats@Onarax

Shuai Taidan - Food Cart

"Not yet, but please focus on enjoying your meal," said Taidan with a grin, his persona breaking once again. "Just pay us once you finish Var's awesome cooking, yeah~?"

He glanced up from where Yue was, eyes immediately locking onto the short, approaching form of a violet-haired woman.

"Oh, you're here too, teach?" he called over happily in greeting. "Want some fish?"

Said woman stopped for a moment, her expression shifting from annoyance to blankness to an uneasy smile, even as her eyes seemed to suggested that she was thinking heavily about something in that brain.

"I wanted to get my hoodie back from this ... brat," said Teàrlag Cirsium with a hint of grumpiness, pointing towards Yue. "But ... I'll just have some salmon sushi too."

Taidan grinned.

"Varius!" he shouted back to the stand. "Salmon sushi!"
Alright.
@Sarcelle Renard@chukklehed@SMS

Uchima Senior High - Hallway Outside Newspaper Clubroom, Practice Building???

The explosion of energies detonated upon its knee, and the metallic pistons creaked and screamed one last time as they crumbled, taking the beast's attempts to escape the ground alongside them. It staggered as it wildly sought stability, but none would come. Prospero's sphere of wind, a rotating tempest that careened through the air and into the Mykálfr's torso.

Black sloshed and sprayed.

Eyes popped.

Gears and pistons pushed and creaked.

Then they stopped.

The luster of the gems disappeared.

And the Mykálfr collapsed backwards, torso dissipating into inky vapour. The rest of its body soon followed, dissolving and fading into nothingness before the very eyes of the three teenagers.

The battle had been won.


@vancexentan

A few blocks away from the park

"Yeah yeah, let's just keep going then."

The woman turned her eyes back towards the direction that they were walking in.

"Hata Express better be close," she seemed to mutter to herself as she continued to make her way up the street.

If Hans were to pay attention to the houses along the street they were walking along, he would be able to make out that one of them seemed to have a pink, sparkling light that pulsed regularly from its door.


@Mistress Dizzy@Bornlucky

Uchima Senior High - A Hallway, 2nd Floor, Classroom Building???

Ai nodded as firmly as she could. She still seemed to tremble slightly in the fear at the thought of fighting that creature of ice they had just barely escaped from, but she was putting her faith in Ryoma's plan.

"Let's hope there aren't any more monsters," she chirped, trying to add a bit more levity into things.

She scratched the back of her head, shooting the brightest smile she could at her two companions as she followed them.

If they were to head down the stairs, they would emerge into an empty hallway, similar to the one that they had just left. The world was still a dull monotone of grey, black and white, and deep crimson liquid streaked across the bleak walls. However, there was one difference that stuck out, a something that was present in this hallway that wasn't in the one on the floor above.

Of the classroom doors that sat against the walls, the ones that none had sought to enter, one near the far end was barricaded, a plank of wood holding the locks shut.
@Write@Plank Sinatra

Gratia Mindaro - Café

"Mama?"

"Yes dear?"

Onyx eyes turned away from the table where her team members were sitting, focusing instead on the white-haired figure who appeared to be looking away. She would need to change her plans. That was irksome. It was a damper on her mood, and she could feel her smile dimming.

"Go on ahead," said Gratia Mindaro as she began to make her way towards her new target. "I need to take care of something."

"Do you want me to order you something?"

"Mocha. Five sugars."

With that flat response, the ponytailed Mistralese teenager was already closing in on Bianca, her expression schooled into her usual stoicness as the smile that once sat there flattened out.

"Nuit," she flatly announced in a tone that brooked no argument, stopping behind her former teammate. "Behind the café. Now."
@PyroDash888 Good to hear.
@Abillioncats@Sho Minazuki@HereComesTheSnow@FlitterFaux@Ryonara

Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor", Heading to Food Cart

Sometimes people think that teachers are supposed to give 100% of their support to anyone willing to go for the self-improvement, but you'd be off your head to think that I'm going to let this brat throw their shame away just to be something more! I know what it was like to be some quiet lass nobody cared about, but trying to escape other folks' perception of you by flaunting societal mores won't work out. Even if you think it'll work out wizard, that nobody will keep throwing you into that box of what they believe you to be, will changing one category out for another really chib at any of your issues?

They like to talk up the entire individuality bizzo, but one Great War doesn't overturn aeons of human nature. People are fine with you expressing your unique traits, but only if it continues to stay within the realm of what this society considers to be acceptable. What it considers to be truly laudable. And not all behaviours are considered to be worthwhile, either. Look at those introverted buggers who just like to stay at home and read; sure, it's still something we think slots into the category known as 'acceptable', but despite that, society as a whole is still going to bloody complain about their lack of 'outgoingness' or something and try and force them to conform to what it thinks is best. Some animals are more equal than others, and all that jazz.

That's the unfortunate fact, you know? If you're a tad more different than anybody else, you're no longer going to be part of that 'tribe'. They refuse to acknowledge you as part of their 'acceptable' standards. You're just something that's too different, too clarted in unwanted behaviours. A problem. But not one that they will be willing to actively work to fix. Humans are selfish creatures, me included, and we just don't have the time to spend on somebody no longer within the 'tribe' when we have to deal with our own - supposedly more important - issues. If you're not affecting us, then we'll just completely ignore you. You're somebody else's problem.

Except that doesn't mean we won't stop judging you.

The impressions we make are the strongest in this society, after all. No matter what you try and do, some bugger won't budge a single inch from their perception of who you are. Humans hate change. They refuse to change. No matter how daft it is, they'll cling to that view like a beached whale and stubbornly refuse to admit that it's unjustified. The judgement of society as a whole is almost impossible to break free of, you know.

In an ideal world, maybe we wouldn't pretend that our own beliefs and values are bugger-free, but this isn't an ideal world.

If you want to manoeuvre through society, you're forced to be superficial. Stick to the script they've given you. Mask the truth of what you want and you want to be just so you can avoid being judged by everybody else. Even as they continue to judge you by the impressions given off by that mask you wear. No wonder there's so few dobbers who have really achieved individuation. When it feels like the entirety of society is working against you, what point is there in trying?

A teacher isn't supposed to tell the brats they're responsible for not to try. That effort should be something that gets extra marks onto your report card, right? Why aren't you doing your job, Teàrlag? We're going to be talking about this at the next staff meeting!

Except it's because I'm a teacher that I don't want this brat to do something crazy.

Being crazy is an express trip towards society's negative judgements.

Brat, do you want to be forever seen as a girl who runs about in a luchadora outfit? Maybe some buggers might think it's a wizard-looking set of clothes, but you'd be a dunderhead not to realise that the majority of people will only have that impression of you. Their judgement of you will be of someone without any shame, of someone who is perfectly willing to dress up in cold, revealing outfits. All their assumptions will be made entirely on that view. They won't take you seriously just because you don't look like someone who seems like they can act seriously, and that's a pretty superficial assumption, isn't it? You're just another boot to them, and everything about you'll just get discarded without mercy.

I don't want that to happen to you.

"I can't do that," I begin.

Then the brat runs off.

Oi.

Oi.

That's my hoodie you've got. Don't just run off with it!

I immediately start running after her.

This isn't my day.


Shuai Taidan - Food Cart

"Fried tuna? As you wish, senoritas."

Taidan smiled warmly at his customers, before smoothly transitioning into a bow. That was two servings of fried tuna for the girls that he needed to get from Varius, then! The prettyboy pyromaniac extraordinare of Canvas was, even though he was currently still in-character, totally excited for all the people flocking to the food carts. And having Sterling along for help was pretty cool too!

"No sushi, Varius!" he called over to his serious teammate. "They want it fried!"

The arrival of that luchadora from before meant that he could give her her meal too!

"Here you go, senorita! You forgot this!" he said, popping over towards her and handing over the sushi from before.
@ChickenTeriyaki

葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)

"Oh, Aihara-san," replied Katsura Hyoukyo, class representative of East Umitori High School's Class 3-G, as she turned to face her underclasswoman with a smile. "I'm currently planning on returning home. Is there something you need of me?"

Her enquiry was a polite one, and she patiently waited for a response from the younger girl. It would be necessary however, to delay her pursuit of the observed foes in Yamashita for the time being if she wanted to ensure that her alibi as a magical girl remained as sealed as the lips of a skilled espionage agent under heavy interrogation. Her lack of presence would hopefully not prove to be too detrimental; she trusted in the skills of most of the local girls, and depending on the number that arrived to the fight, they would be able to handle any threat with little difficulty. Returning home also allowed her to drop off unnecessary items before entering combat, as well as giving her a chance to provide Kanaria's requested food.

Ha, you totally remembered, boss!

It would, quite fortunately for her wallet, not be a regular occurrence, especially as it would only sate her fae companion's desires rather than provide many tangible benefits. Purchasing so many of the 'sausage things', as Kanaria described them as, without appearing to consume them would also appear suspicious.

Oi, it'll be totally fine! I just want to grow big with this stuff!

Only certain parts will grow big.

Oi!

Her attentions returned to Yuu, awaiting an answer.
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