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What Are You Listening To?

「 Persona: Reflections 」

For some reason, Hoshiko felt responsible for everything.

Well, not the dead body, that wasn't any of their fault. But Hoshiko, in a rare display of silence within the group, spent the trip to the police station with her head down and her mouth closed tight. She couldn't even bring herself to look towards any others in the cruiser with her, and she knew if she looked at Shirasawa-senpai at any point then Hoshiko probably would've felt even more guilty than she was presently. She didn't mean to say 'Shirasawa did it', she meant to say that Shirasawa found the body! Like those old games people played a couple years ago, only without any of the fun arguing between friends. How could she apologize adequately? Hoshiko had never really been part of a group this big and she was already clearly making a strong case to be excluded from future hangouts.

The silence continued from Hoshiko even as she was brought into a room by herself and sat opposite Miss Saitou. It wasn't until Miss Saitou clapped her hands in front of Hoshiko's face that the first year finally looked up and blinked like she had been woken up from a deep, comatose slumber. "Huh? What? S..Sorry." Hoshiko shook her head but her smile was gone for the moment. She was still stuck in the feeling of deep apology.

"Ebina...that's not the most common family name. Any-"

Hoshiko knew what was coming. It was asked more than she'd like to admit. "Yes, Ebina Habiki is my brother. We're...not close."

"Who's Ebina Habiki?"

Hoshiko paused, blinking, an awkward chuckle escaping her mouth. "Oh uh..well...he's...an actor...right now he's...well...it doesn't matter, you must not be a fan of his. You'd probably think he's handsome, so many other women your age do."

"How old do you think I am?"

"Oh it's fine, my brother is twenty three, he's totally -"

"Best you don't finish that sentence. I was going to ask if there was any sane reason why you decided to put your hands on a dead body."

Hoshiko knew the question was coming but there wasn't really an answer that could be considered good even as she was thinking of one the entire time. How could someone really justify every action they took? Sometimes people just did things because their bodies moved without thinking. That was human nature. "I...well...in police dramas they look through the body to find identification. I wanted to know who it was. And I wanted to know if he was...you know...really dead. He could've just been really, really drunk or something. It's not...it's not illegal to touch a corpse is it?"

"Actually yes. Destruction of evidence if you took something or willingly damaged it. Fortunately you didn't do that, you were just stupid."

"That's...that's kind of mean."

"You were just being stupid. Is that better?"

"Not...really."

"Why did you say Shirasawa-san did it? Isn't she your friend?"

This was the other question Hoshiko expected to be asked of her and this one at least she had a more prepared statement for. "I didn't mean that she killed the guy! I meant she found his body. It was just...I panicked. I freaked out! I...I don't think they're gonna wanna hang out with me anymore." Hoshiko slumped in the chair, again pointing her head downwards as she sighed. "I'm sorry for touching the body. It's my fault they're here so you can let them go. They didn't do anything."

"It doesn't work that way Ebina-san. But I do have more questions for you..."

When Hoshiko's interrogation was finished, she was brought back to the waiting room she almost dropped down to her knees in apology, but instead simply stood by the door and looked at everyone whose day she had made somehow worse - and given they were going to study that was a monumental feat. "I...I'm sorry. I'm really...really sorry. When we get out of here I'll go home and I won't bother you guys again."

Hoshiko took her seat and awaited judgment, saying nothing else on the matter. When everyone was free to go, Hoshiko thrust her hands into her pockets and walked with her head down. When the talk of getting food still was broached, Hoshiko took that as a sign. "You guys...enjoy it. I'm gonna go home. Sorry...sorry again...for ruining the day." A final apology as Hoshiko finally ran out of something to say.

She didn't leave the group but she wasn't moving in any hurry to do so either. She was just...moping.

Rangers

_{interacting with: @Akayaofthemoon}

At first, Mila wasn't planning on going.

When it came to the holidays, Mila Doehring's relationship with them were complicated to say the least. The last Christmas was spent in the lobby of student housing just because nowhere else was open long enough to spend more than an hour or so inside; she could've bitten the bullet and made an attempt to go see her parents, her family, but she made a promise and she was going to stick to it even if that meant spending a Christmas bouncing between reading about an ancient civilization and humming along to Here Comes Santa Claus. This Christmas, at least, she managed to spend with people at a little party hosted by her favorite teacher at the University. But that was Christmas and now it was New Years Eve and that meant a festival and with a festival meant people celebrating another year gone and another year to come. She didn't go to the festival last year with the excuse of having an excessive amount of homework. She had, of course, been lying, she always made sure her homework was finished at a reasonable enough time. She just didn't want to go. And she almost didn't go this year. But then she went to a cafe.

Going to a cafe was nothing special, Mila went regularly enough when she wanted a change of pace from the library. Normally she would think little of it, except on this particular trip she noticed one of the employees was new and seemed to be a bit in over her head. Mila could empathize, there was a time when Mila didn't know anyone and had a hard time breaking that ice. It might have been an assumption on her part, but that didn't stop her from asking if the employee was new to Angel Grove, and it wasn't long after that that Mila had met Hana Song.

It was Mila who invtied Hana to the festival believing that it would be a good way to end the year without having to worry about if a party was with the right crowd or not. Free music, food from trucks, attractions, what wasn't to like? And if Mila had her way, by the end of the night Hana would have expanded her circle of friends. Just because Mila often chose reading and history over dates and hanging out didn't mean she wasn't still a social butterfly when it mattered. What Mila didn't want to do was force Hana into an uncomfortable situation. Yes, the blonde wanted her friend - associate, whatever the term - to meet more people, to find her voice so the speak, but it was important that it be on Hana's own terms, not on Mila's. As long as it took.

"Keep the change. Happy New Year." Mila paid for a slice of sausage pizza and two canned beverages. One she popped open and took a sip from, the other wasn't for her. The other she offered to Hana. "I probably should've asked if you wanted anything, but I wasn't thinking. Still, it's yours if you want it." Mila took a bite of pizza and her expression could only be described as...intense. Her eyes closed, she sighed deeply, and she savored the bite. What was it about festival food that made it taste better? The perfectly melted cheese, the slightly spiced sausage, the warm sauce holding it all together...Mila couldn't help herself and took a second bite as her ears pricked up from the sound of a police siren whizzing past in the distance.

"Probably some drunken brawls or something." Mila shrugged. It was that time of the year. Plus big gatherings of people always had a tendency to have a few rowdy jerks making things worse for everyone. Mila didn't want to focus on sirens, she wanted to focus on music, on the live performances going on. Some bands were clearly better than others but that didn't matter given the atmosphere of it all. "Do you want to get closer to the stage? Wait, better question: how are you doing? Having fun, right? I told you it wouldn't be so bad." If nothing else, Mila hoped Hana would come away from the night not regretting being there.

Rangers

Green Ranger

_{Mila Doehring / Doe / 22 / Green Crystal Ranger / 3CB371 / Alicia Schmidt}

A P P E A R A N C E

At a glance it is easy to dismiss Mila as little more than a ditzy blonde and many have made that judgment call to their great loss. It's no secret that Mila has an impressive figure, standing at an above average 5'10" and that's without the benefit of heels, Mila used to have a bit of a complex about her height back in the elementary school days when she was taller than most of the other girls though in hindsight a lot of it stemmed from her own weird misgivings that she believed herself to be weird just because most kids her age needed to use a stepladder to reach the top shelf. Despite her interests seeming to skew towards a field where appearance is secondary, Mila nevertheless takes a certain amount of pride in making sure she looks presentable in most situations, be that regular trips to a stylist or ensuring her makeup looks good, she doesn't do herself any favors when it comes to shedding the ditzy blonde stereotype that hovers over her like a cloud.

Apart from the cosmetic side and her height, Mila's weight and figure and her care for both are clear. She isn't someone who meticulously counts carbs or the like thanks to her unusually high metabolism, but she does have a regular fitness routine that is mostly centered around cardio and stamina, and that's before getting into her background which only worked in tandem to help sculpt her physique. Mila has tight abs and definition to her arms and legs, but not to the point where she comes off as an amazonian or something to that effect. One of her friends, though, said Mila could at least pass for someone who could be a ring girl for combat sport; Mila took that to mean she could be a wrestler and no one corrected her. She tends to be joking when she says it, or so people hope, but she has claimed that she would literally die if she had short hair which is why she keeps it long even with the extra maintenance it requires. The only thing she wishes is that it got cold enough to need wool hats because she figures she'd look cute in a warm hat like that.

S T Y L E

Mila likes to strike a clear balance between comfort and fashion which ultimately leads to her striking common ground between function and form. While she doesn't have a closet full of designer dresses or accessories (not that she doesn't have those, of course) she does have her share of seasonal stylings that take up space in the closet. On a typical day, given the warm climate of Angel Grove, Mila is often wearing shirts that don't quite cover to her navel with jeans or shorts to match, unless she's at the gym where she swaps the shirt for a sports bra nad the jeans for capri leggings. Mila can wear and walk in heels but she'd rather take sneakers any day of the week. Heels are for dates. Not for day to day life.

Mila's favorite accessory are her sunglasses, which she also likes to push down to the bridge of her nose so her piercing blue eyes can get a better look at something or flutter her eye lashes for whatever purpose that might serve. She doesn't always wear them, but she does always wear a bracelet on her wrist for seemingly no other purpose than sentimental value. She doesn't quite have a preferred color to her clothing, but her favorite pair of jeans are a powder blue.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

• Ebullient - Mila has never had a bad day in her life - or rather she's never let a bad day bring her down. She likes to smile, she likes to see the positive side of things. She isn't naive enough to think that everything is always sunshine and rainbows and that problems don't exist, but rather when faced with a problem or something that brings her down she wants to do everything she can to turn it around and find the silver lining.
• Emotional - On the other side of her ebullient self is the fact that Mila can be a creature of emotion, be it to crying at movies or bottling up the negativity to the point where letting it out in loud form is inevitable, Mila sometimes thinks more with her heart than she does with her head.
• Perceptive - Nothing seems to get past Mila's bullshit detector. She isn't a psychologist or the like but she interacts with people on such a regular basis that she likes to think she's pretty good at knowing when someone is lying to her or hiding something. This also extends beyond people, if she comes across a disorderly room, for example, she will do her absolute best to piece together what happened just from what is missing or out of place. In other words, she has an eye for details.

F A C T S

• Mila has trained in capoeira having initially thought it looked like a fun dance. She was wrong, of course, but she fell in love with how it looked like a dance. It's kept her rather flexible and swift as well as given her means to defend herself if the need ever did arise. She believes that everyone should know basics to defend themselves just in case though obviously doesn't expect everyone to become martial arts masters.
• She has an incredible interest in archeology stemming from her love of certain movies and stories told to her as a kid. She's attending Angel Grove University with an intent to become an archeologist or anthropologist, or whatever will let her explore dig sites and the like. Her interest in archeology aside, Mila is also quite well versed in history.
• Mila doesn't have a good relationship with her family, as a teen she 'rebelled' by going goth for a few years before ultimately realizing the best way to deal with it was to just leave them and start fresh. She did that by moving to Angel Grove and changing her name to Doehring. The idea of a supporting family is important to her, but it's just an idea for now.

R A N G E R

Why is Mila a good fit with the Rangers? Mila's high spirited self would provide the optimism and never-give-up attitude that is essential in anyone facing overwhelming odds. Her ability to read people has convinced her that she knows what can keep a group together, making her invaluable in the sense that a strong glue keeps even the flimsiest of pieces together. Every team needs a heart, and Mila has enough of it to spare.

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

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Tristan

_{"Keep on looking if you're looking for unique, Cause I'm an Abercrombie lookin' ass bitch and I don't give a fuck"}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Tristan Hope Rogers ∞ Tris to most, especially her friends. Captain Rogers to the team and those who want to be funny. O N L I N E - N A M E S JusTris JusTris A G E 18 G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Open Bisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Los Angeles, California C U R R E N T R E S I D E N C E Long Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y Caucasian. Probably some European in there somewhere. _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'11" Weight: 119 lbs Hair: A lighter brown than her brother. She prefers it long though puts it in a tiht bun come game time. Eyes: Brown Body Type: Tall, Athletic, Lean. She has defined musculature on her arms and thighs though hers is more lithe and fit rather than bulked like her brother. Body Marks: A scar on her right shoulder blade. Has broken a finger. _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single. Not by choice. F A M I L Y Family Relation: ∞ Sawyer Rogers, Father ∞ Dawn Rogers, Mother ∞ Tyler Rogers, Brother. He's older by three minutes. P E T S They have an Akita named Chopper. Technically gifted to Tyler (he did name Chopper, after all) but it's clear who Chopper prefers H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ "Our house is inches away from the beach. Needless to say that makes some people very jealous of us. Not to mention the fact that our parents let them get high for free." _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Wuxia and martial arts movies ✔ House special fried rice from an authentic Chinese place, especially with extra shrimp ✔ Olives, she'll sometimes just eat them from the can. Black only of course, green are bad. ✔ Going to the park with Chopper ✔ Ice cream, specifically praline and cream ✔ Vanilla scented candles ✔ Escape rooms, they were fun the couple times she did it ✔ Singing in the shower...or karaoke ✔ Air hockey, which is objectively better than foosball D I S L I K E S ✘ Sunbathing and those who think it's a leisure activity ✘ Hackey sack, her dad still does it every so often and it sucks ✘ Insects that are bigger than a fly, who needs 'em. ✘ Talking on the phone when texting is faster and better, who does that anyway? ✘ Netflix and their constant price increases ✘ Opera, it's so fucking boring listening to people sing instead of act ✘ Tea, especially chai ✘ Mimes...freaky fuckers. ✘ Eggplant, it's the worst vegetable there is ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Motivated φ Animal-Loving φ Competitive φ Athletic φ Modest φ Flexible φ Social φ Outgoing The spirit of competition is alive and well within the Rogers Siblings and when your brother is both 'older' but also pushed to succeed despite a history of dropping interests it's not a surprise that Tristan both feels like she has much more to prove and a drive to seei t done even when people tell her otherwise. There's nothing Tristan hates more than being told she can't do something. Between the two of them, Tristna is in several ways the responsible one; she walks Chopper and feeds him every day to the point where Chopper is happier to see her when she comes home. She'd like to cut loose and have fun, but the drive to break boundaries and prove people wrong and, yes, to keep her brother from doing something stupid has held her back in some ways. What makes Tristan different is that she doesn't need to have the spotlight on her, and often she would prefer otherwise. She does not like giving speeches in class and would just as soon spend a Friday night watching martial arts movies with a big bowl of popcorn and chop curled up next to her as she would going out and getting into trouble. Her dislike of public speaking doesn't translate to huddling with the team during a game, though, but that's considerably different than stammering over words when trying to explain the themes of The Grapes of Wrath - especially when you didn't finish the damn thing. Still, Tristan is a sore loser but she's not afraid to put herself out there. She came out as bisexual to her parents who really thought she had something more serious to say during a family meeting. They might not have thought much of it, but it helped Tristan realize that sometimes you just have to let people know who you are and if they reject you then that's on them. Granted, this hasn't helped her have a stable relationship but she at least asks people out. She's using this last year of high school to finally step out of the shadow of her brother she was blissfully living behind and becoming her own woman. She's already quieted many naysayers by taking the position of captain of the lacrosse team after her brother, the initial choice, turned it down. The sport might be male dominated but at Delbrook it's a co-ed team and to Tristan that only meant one thing: anything they can do, so can she. Don't let her appearance paint the wrong picture. She looks good off the field but she looks just as good getting sweaty and dirty in game. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Sawyer Rogers was once a rather decorated MMA star who was given little choice but to retire after a bad injury during which he got way into the herbal remedy side of things no doubt thanks to his rehab trainer turned wife Dawn. To many it's a romantic story, the hard as nails fighter mellowing into new age hippie parent who still wants his son to excel but for Tristan it's more of an eye rolling account of why her dad owns a rasta tam hat. Compared to Tyler, Tristan was not given as much pressure to be a 'somebody' but because Tristan is an unabashed daddy's girl, she picked up a few of his beliefs anyway. Sawyer is softer with Tristan not because of favoritism but because he didn't want to see his little girl get hurt. She had to convince him to let her try out for a co-ed team and even then the first time she was tackled to the dirt Sawyer was ready to pull her out. And go off on the ref. Would that she could be the dainty weed princess like her mom, but that was never going to happen so long as she was born three minutes after her fraternal twin. When Tyler showed an interest in Lacrosse, Tristan studied the rules and tried out as well. She kept up with him, never surpassing him, and settled into a role where her style of play - analyzing the situation, adapting, setting up - worked out well. In middle school the two of them were a bit of a menace, with Tristan doing what she could to get the ball to Tyler for him to score. Sure, he got the glory, but keen eyes and sharp minds knew it wasn't just Michael Jordan who won the Bulls those rings. Or whatever. Tristan doesn't see herself going into sports professionally because outside of high school she'd never really get the same celebrity treatment that the men do. People know Tom Brady but it's not like the average person knows Hailey Rhatigan. Her father always told her brother to be someone who matters and Tristan has started considering what she wants to do to be someone who matters. Her goals aren't as lofty as Harvard, but they are goals nonetheless. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E B+ Average F A V O R I T E C L A S S Women's Studies E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Zoology, Women's Studies, Chinese (she wanted to watch kung fu movies without shitty dubs) E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Lacrosse Team. Midfield, number 15. Captain. T R A N S P O R T A T I O N Gets a ride with her brother most times. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N "I think I might want to do...something. I don't know. Maybe I'll go to veterinary school." ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Walking Chopper. Listening to her parents talk about their new strains or whatever. Being lacrosse captain and keeping Tyler's ego in check. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Any park that allows dogs R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ See Also: Employment ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Absolutely loves martial arts and wuxia movies. Has a not so secret crush on Tony Leung. Speaks conversational Chinese in that she can order from her favorite place well enough to get free shumai. T H E M E S O N G Drop Out Face Claim: Alina Zagitova | #8E35EF

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Got into the Overwatch 2 beta

Push is the best game mode.

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

@Akayaofthemoon

okay i added them

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Interactions: @Ambra@Psyker Landshark@Zombehs@DJAtomika@Solace

There was a certain energy to the ramen group that Hoshiko couldn't describe but it made her feel what could commonly be described as happiness. It felt like she was hanging out with friends and while she wasn't presumptuous to say they were, the fact that she was so easily able to talk with them despite them being in a higher year than her was a good sign. She was even smiling a bit though that was as much because she was going to have food on someone else's dime which was always worth a grin or two. Before doing the rounds in conversation her eyes rolled towards another senpai who seemed very excited about the girl who took their order which only served to widen Hoshiko's smile again. "Senpai, do you have a cruuuuuuush? You should say something!" Hoshiko was quiet enough to not alert the attention of Yuri but loud enough that it was very clear among the group who she was talking to.

"Cute? The boys who like you?" Hoshiko blinked towards Shirasawa-senpai. Hoshiko wasn't exactly an expert on cute boys so she shrugged her shoulders. "You could probably do better." As the food was set in front of her, the first thing she did was take a gyoza and dip it in the broth of her spicy ramen before taking a bite. "You have a rough way of talking, senpai. It's kinda funny." Speaking with her mouthful towards Nakano-senpai, Hoshiko took another dunked gyoza bite. "Also what's a condom? Why would she be scared to buy them? Hey we should all exchange contact info. Do you guys have Line?" Perhaps she was rushing into things but Hoshiko didn't care.

She was just happy to be part of something for once.

April 24th, 2025

"I don't even know why I'm hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Hoshiko slumped her shoulders as she followed along with the small group of mostly familiar faces. When she left the ramen shop a few days ago she didn't expect the next time she'd be invited to something would be being dragged along to a study group. She hated to study! It was so boring! And she wasn't even in their class, she was a first year, they'd all already been through it so what were they going to study with her? Answers to tests they took already? Hoshiko's hands were in her pockets and her lips were pouting but she'd already agreed to come along when Shirasawa-senpai ran into her in the halls and invited her as Hoshiko was getting a drink for lunch.

In hindsight, Hoshiko really wished she listened to the invite instead of just immediately saying yes when she was asked to do something with others.

There was some conversation being discussed about their class being expelled but that didn't exactly matter to Hoshiko given she was a first year and the worst thing her teacher did was try and get Hoshiko to apply herself. She was partly tuning out and partly making sure her voice was heard as she complained whilst shuffling her feet. There was nothing exciting about studying even if it came with them stopping to get snacks which at the very least would be the highlight of the afternoon. Hoshiko would have killed for something else to do.

And that was precisely when Shirasawa shrieked.

Hoshiko had to cover her ears until it subsided. Just before she thought to ask what that was all about, she noticed the rest of the group in some state of shock or the like and her eyes finally danced upon the reason. A body. A corpse. A cadaver. All manner of other names for the thing that was completley out of the ordinary; it wasn't like corpses were just found on the sidewalk every day. Well, not that she knew of. She'd have to ask Nakano-senpai if she saw bodies before; she just seemed like the type. The only time Hoshiko had seen a body was on cop dramas that she watched, mystery stories and the like starring eccentric murder solving detectives and the stuffy partner who was usually cute and uptight.

"Is it a real one?" While people were, understandably, freaking out, Hoshiko did a strange choice and approached the body, blinking only once as she did. "Shouldn't we, like, see who it is? Maybe we know him. Like a grandpa or uncle or something." That's how they did it in the shows. The detectives would look for a wallet or card or identification of some kind and while Hoshiko was definitely not a detective she had watched many of them on tv. "Wow he's like...really dead, huh." Hoshiko, for want of a stick, crouched next to the corpse and poked with her index finger the arm of the corpse. She gripped the cadaver's sleeve and lifted the arm up a brief moment and let it fall back onto the trash bags.

"HEY, HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT? WHO SCREAMED?"

An authoritative voice cut through the area and Hoshiko quickly stood and spun to face it. Two uniformed officers arrived on the scene and instinctively Hoshiko threw up her hands. "He was dead when we got here. Honestly. I didn't do it. We didn't do it. She did it." Hoshiko pointed towards Shirasawa-senpai. "I mean she didn't do it. She-"

"Everybody step away. Now." The first officer on scene commanded while his partner was reporting something to the radio, no doubt calling it in and calling for backup.

"See, this is why I don't study."

"Which one of you kids can explain to me what happened?" Wisely, the officer seemed to ignore Hoshiko.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Yes, Activision-Blizzard sucks and all but also I kinda hope I get into the Overwatch 2 beta.

I dunno I just wanna throw javelins at people as a robot horse.

Rangers

Sheet submitted now I rest