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In Shin Megami Tensei: Persona → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The room you awaken in is draped in a swathe of deep blue. It appears to be a luxurious train cart, a variety of cushioned seats on either side. You swear you can hear what sounds like music coming from all around you, though there are no speakers that you can see. The train feels like it is moving, though several curtains block the outside view. Any attempt at removing them is blocked, and a single wooden door decorated in an odd insignia appearing to be a mask. For some reason, it looks familiar, but you vaguely remember that it wasn't nearly as blue as it was now. Without realizing it, however, your hand is reaching out towards the handle. As your hand is just about to touch the doorknob, a voice calls out to you.

"Welcome to the Velvet Room."

The voice is decidedly male and coming from behind you; standing next to a small, wooden desk with a quill and paper on it is a young man dressed entirely in rich, blue clothes and platinum blonde hair with golden eyes gives you a warm smile, a large book residing in one hand with his other hand raised to his chest as he bows to you. You vaguely remember his name: William. As he straightens, his smile is much warmer than before.

"I have some wonderful news. The previous denizen of the stage has made it to your world," He informs you politely with a subtle relief in his eyes. "While the details remain unclear, it is certain now that hope is not yet lost. As I was bound to serve them as well, it is comforting to see them persevere. But that is not why you have come, is it?"

William taps the paper on the desk. "The corruption of that world has started to seep into your own. You are duty-bound to stop it but worry not. Multiple people have signed contracts much like yourself, and thus fate will work to bring you together," He assures you. "Tomorrow, you will find one another and be led to the Reflected World. But fear not, for you have the power to purify the corrupted land. While Lilith ever lurks and plants her seeds of destruction, you have the flames of rebirth on your side. The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed."

He bows his head once more. "We will meet again, I am sure. Until then, take care of yourself."
Hinotori High School
Kyoto Prefecture
APRIL 10TH, 2018
CLOUDY DAY
"Ugh, this is why I don't trust the weatherman! He said it would be sunny all week!"

"It looks like it's gonna pour any second. I totally forgot my umbrella, too..."

The general grumbling escalated as the school day came to an end. Despite the soul-sucking drain of school, no one was quite eager to leave just yet. Thick, gray clouds covered the entire sky, a stark contrast from the previously sunny morning. Thunder rolled off in the distance, signaling a storm. Some students debated whether to leave now or wait it out, unsure of just how much it would rain. Some club leaders had decided to make things easier by canceling sessions, though others insisted the storm would pass by the time they finished. Regardless, it was universally agreed that the sudden weather change was downright weird.

Unfortunately, the weather wasn't the only thing that was weird. The gym had been closed off without explanation, with a myriad of rumors circling around as to why. Some say a random cat had trapped itself in there, others claim there had been faulty wiring that had caused a panic in the staff, but the truth was much less exciting. A few students had poked their heads in and had seen one of the floor-length mirrors on the wall had fallen and shattered, and so it was left until some professionals would come to dispose of and replace the broken mirror. Still, the truth did little to deter the rumors.

Meanwhile, a majority of the faculty had gathered to meet. While they would be otherwise indisposed, Sakuya was all too pleased to get to kendo practice. There would be a council meeting today, but she wouldn't be surprised if no one ended up showing up--the weather was looking pretty bad and she wouldn't blame anyone for deciding to go home. Personally, she was hoping to catch a certain someone before they left the building, but she wasn't sure if she'd catch the girl. It wasn't a total loss, as she had happened to catch Sanada-san and had gotten herself a shinai to take home. While taking out equipment from the gym normally wasn't allowed, apparently, they had planned to get rid of it, and she was all too happy to take it off their hands.

With bag and shinai in hand, Sakuya left the council room and ascended the stairs. Day two was going much better than day one, and she was actually happy--no, not happy per se, but being genuinely untroubled was a relief. Ueno-san's determination to save all the clubs and get through the financial crisis was a massive relief. While everyone would be stretched thin, it was better than the alternative. She was glad her council was serious, with Kinoshita already working to find a good day to collect all the club leaders for a meeting. One less thing to worry about, she supposed.

As she climbed, she spotted a pair of students a little too close to one another. She really wished she had a hose or something to spray them, but she figured telling them to knock it off would at least get them to relocate somewhere she wouldn't have to see them. Once she got closer, however, she noticed it was less of a makeout session than she had initially assumed.

"I said, let go!" The girl made an attempt to pull back her arm, wincing as the boy's grip tightened.

To Sakuya's shock, Yamamoto was the one keeping her there, a look of anger on his face. "I'm not finished talking to you yet," He insisted.

Their conversation yesterday immediately came to mind, and without hesitation, Sakuya approached the pair, clearing her throat loudly. The two froze, with Yamamoto loosening his grip. The girl slipped out and away, stumbling as she held the rail. "I--I have to go," She muttered, hastily taking her leave without another word.

Yamamoto looked ready to chase her down until Sakuya stepped into his line of sight. She was surprised to see the complete look of fury etched on his face, his eyes outright glaring daggers at her. It was a little unsettling if she was being honest, but his actions were inexcusable regardless of what happened.

With that in mind, she regained her footing. "Harassment is inexcusable," She reprimanded him. "Whatever happened, you shouldn't--"

"What, is it suddenly a crime to talk to someone?" He snapped, cutting her off.

"Conversations happen with words, not by grabbing someone's arm," She replied cooly. "Whatever the case may be, it would've reflected poorly on you had a teacher seen."

Scoffing, Yamamoto raised a hand to his head. "You're overreacting and sticking your nose where it doesn't belong," He grumbled. After taking in a deep breath, he seemed to have calmed himself down somewhat, leveling a look at the girl. "You said you didn't have time yesterday, but can I assume you have time today to talk?"

She would rather stick pencils in her ears, but that is indeed what she stated yesterday. Despite clearly knowing that there would be nothing positive about this conversation, Sakuya ended up nodding. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"

"I'm a little concerned with how you're going to be handling your position going forward."

For the love of all that is holy, why? No, she had no one to blame but herself for this. "That concern seems to be misplaced considering I hadn't had the chance to actually do anything yet," She couldn't help her dry response.

"True. But I was speaking of your father," Yamamoto said. "I don't believe there are many who would know about it, but I believe his trial is coming up. How would it reflect upon the school if people were aware a criminal's daughter was Student Council President without earning the position?"

This was the absolute last thing she wanted to talk to anyone about, let alone this pompous idiot. Still, it was bound to come out sooner than later, so maybe dealing with it once and for all would settle the matter. A naive thought, for sure, but it was worth an effort. "Get to the point. Are you asking for my resignation?" She outright asked.

Fortunately, for whatever reason, Yamamoto was completely calm now. "No, no...the school has suffered enough change. But I would like to make an offer."

"An offer," She repeated in disbelief.

"Don't act so high and mighty, your reputation is already in shambles," He cut her off again, raising his voice as he took a step closer. "The truth of the matter is you're no better than--no, you're the absolute bottom of the barrel. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be here, you're nothing but a stain on the otherwise perfect reputation Hinotori has!"

To his credit, Sakuya was completely speechless. Had he lost his marbles? She would've laughed if it wasn't for the terrifying look of anger on his face. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only one angry. Snapping her mouth shut, she leveled her own glare at him. "What are you, stupid? Don't waste my time with such nonsense," She had enough of the conversation, turning around and descending the steps. No way was she sticking around--he looked about ready to do something reckless.
Stretching out its limbs, the cat let out a soft mewl of happiness. Sitting on the shoe lockers, it stared down at the many students. Most students ignored it, though the few that approached it were widely unsuccessful at getting it down. Its mismatched eyes and blonde coat indicated that it wasn't a stray, or at least it was a little smarter than most. The way it kept searching people's faces made it seem like it was looking for someone, though it lacked any collar to indicate who it belonged to. Occasionally, it would look up and stare at the ceiling, but otherwise stayed put.
In Shin Megami Tensei: Persona → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
"If you have to do a tracheotomy, a knife should be preferable to a spoon," Taro replied nonchalantly, glancing at his watch. "Though you're right about Jirou, I'm pretty sure he'd struggle to pour water out of a boot with the instructions on the heel."

He let out a small sigh, slowly shaking his head. Jirou was a good guy, but his antics probably made things harder in hindsight. Ito probably wouldn't be the only one happy to hear he was gone. He had his two full-timers covering the graveyard and morning shifts, so if he stepped in to help during the afternoon and evening, he figured he could fill in the holes with a few part-timers. It'd be a rough time until he got some help, but he figured most of the locals were patient enough to suffer through one cashier for a while.

The thought didn't go too far as he was approached by one of the schoolboys he had greeted previously. The flyer had done the trick in record time, it seemed. He turned to face the kid fully, giving him a quick look. He didn't look like he'd struggle with merchandise and not dumb enough to get into the alcohol all at once, so it was a start.

"It's twelve hundred yen an hour. Flexible schedule--come in whenever you feel like getting paid. Ito here's pretty good at setting things up," He jabbed a thumb Maki's way. "You look like you've got a decent head on your shoulders. Just don't go eating the inventory and you should be fine."

He paused for a second, scratching his chin. "...you move here recently?" He suddenly asked, but as quickly as he did, he ended up dismissing it. "Not that it matters. I just tend to at least recognize everyone that comes in, though your face is new."
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In Of Blood and Magic → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
It all happened so fast. One second, Lilie was confident they had succeeded without any issue, and in the next, there was the clash. Was it a clash? That felt like too strong of a word--she could swear their magic had only just barely touched one another. But no matter how small it was, the contact was enough to break their focus in more ways than one. "Ah--!" While Lilie's reaction was to immediately withdraw and step back as if to move away from the shock, Jonathan's reaction made sure to make the water from the barrel shoot out. Without really thinking, Lilie raised her hands as if trying to control it, eventually throwing her arms above her head as she ended up getting splashed.

Somehow, she didn't end up as drenched as Jonathan, but she was equally surprised. Was she too forceful? She was trying to be smooth and gentle, but then again, they both reacted in surprise. Once he started laughing, Lilie couldn't help her grin, wringing out her ponytail a touch. Well, at least the class wouldn't be boring!

At that point Baron had stepped in and easily gathered the water from both the floor and their clothes, explaining the importance of practice. Maybe she was too ambitious and started with too much. "Is this how all magic feels like when they hit each other?" She ended up asking as she dipped her finger in the barrel, deciding to start with a much smaller stream. Would a smaller source of magic result in a smaller shock? "Or is it because we're trying to mingle our magic together?" She sent the stream to Jonathan, bracing herself.
In Shin Megami Tensei: Persona → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The door on the far side wall opened, the sound of a few clicks punctuated with the last one signaling that whoever was coming through had missed the receiver of the phone a few times. Once he finished, the man stepped out and held the door, likely to prevent it from just slamming against the hinges. He was generally unremarkable with a mess of black hair and dark eyes blankly staring ahead, albeit he was definitely on the paler side. Unlike Maki, he wore a black polo and slacks, a nametag pinned to his left lapel reading the name Yamada Taro with a capitalized 'MANAGER' sitting underneath.

Right before the door closed, the phone rang again. Taro took a step backward to pick the phone up, only to place it back where it was before fully stepping out again. He approached Maki with a few papers in hand, though he noticed the trio of kids gathered around. "Welcome," He gave them a brief greeting before focusing on Maki. "Jirou won't be coming in anytime soon, said he ended up somewhere bad and ended up getting shot in the leg. If you want the extra hours, they're yours. But I'm going to need an extra pair of hands or two in the meantime," He stated as he let himself out of the cashier's area.

He placed down a 'help wanted' advertisement on the counter, smoothing it out. "I'd prefer a full-timer, but it'll probably be easier with more bodies," He mused out loud, hand scratching his neck and revealing the tip of what looked like a tattoo as he scratched, though once he stopped, it was easily hidden by his collar.
@Asura@WXer@Scribe of Thoth@psych0pomp
Sora smiled sheepishly at Oka's comment, albeit he wisely chose to stow his gear away to avoid distractions. He chose to listen as she spoke, though before he could contribute, the last member they waited for arrived. He perked up considerably at Oka's introduction of him, bowing his head to Emi. "Ah...nice to meet you," He stated, moving to stand, though he saw that was pointless as he noticed that there was an empty seat across from him.

"Sit wherever, Ueno-san. This is just a casual meeting for us to touch base," Sakuya stated as she pulled the seat next to hers back. "I was just saying that the Vice Principal has asked that we assist with the rise in delinquency and briefly touched on budgetary changes. They're significant enough that the club leaders are aware that there are going to be some unwanted changes."

Taking a page filled with braille, she slid it over to Emi. "It's precisely around forty percent across the board. We do have the option of shifting some from lesser needed clubs and those that don't have enough members that'll probably end up disqualified, but this is what it looks like for now," She explained, looking at her own notes. "It's not too surprising considering how expensive the renovations were, but I mistakenly assumed that it wouldn't be this much."

"Forty percent? That's a lot," Sora said, surprised. "Mmm...it could just be that we're just unlucky this year?"
@Obscene Symphony@Entityx
Anzu let out a giggle of agreement--she was glad to see she wasn't the only one that had seen the new bows as redundant. She did, however, lose a little bit of her smile at Yori's comment. While it was a little comforting to see not too much had changed, she was all too aware of how much she chafed with the other members. However, Yori's question completely flipped a switch in Anzu, the older girl openly rolling her eyes.

"I'm actually a little shocked she's only infamous in our grade. All the third years know that Hinotori's Tyrant is Nakano Sakuya," Anzu huffed. "I've had the misfortune of being in the same class as that bossy know-it-all three years straight--she was always our class leader and now she's the council president. Unlike Natsuhime-san, she's completely rigid and never compromises. She used to clash a lot with uh..." She trailed off, trying to remember.

"...with...ugh, I don't remember who," She shook her head, but returned to her angry rant right away. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. Giving someone who's so obviously power-hungry a position of power is a terrible mistake, and if I can't convince her to cut us some slack, we'll probably be in trouble."
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In Current Mood in One Gif → 4 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
In Shin Megami Tensei: Persona → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Linda listened intently as Genki spoke, making sure to absorb everything he said. While he spoke, Kaito focused on the pot as he brought out a small, wooden box. Sliding it open, he plucked out what looked like a tiny seasoning shaker out, taking the lid off the pot and sprinkling its contents in. Placing it back respectfully, he hummed quietly to himself, though he looked over at the pair once Genki finished speaking.

"I'm hoping for at least three times a week starting on Tuesdays--with this week as an exception to focus on recruitment, of course," Linda finally spoke, holding up three fingers. "How long we end up staying varies depending on what dish we end up tackling, but we usually make enough for people to take home. That said, though, we won't be recognized as an official club until we get at least four members. So if you know anyone, try to drag them down here when you get a chance."

Kaito looked up from his cooking, his mouth agape. "Drag them down--Senpai, is that really a good idea?" He asked nervously.

"They'll all come running at the chance to have such a cute kouhai," She replied cheerfully as she slapped Kaito's shoulder.

"Shouldn't you use yourself as a recruitment tactic...?" He grumbled.

Linda ignored him, turning back to Genki. "Although, I'll probably be here every single day, so if you wanna learn something new or just need someplace to hangout, you'll always find me here!" She informed him.
@Lord Orgasmo
Anzu let out a small sigh, scratching her cheek. "It stands for now," She grumbled, though she ended up walking a little faster to end up in front of Yori. "If Natsuhime-san was president, I wouldn't be so worried. Instead, we get stuck with Hinotori's Tyrant. I don't doubt that if there's another budget review that we'll end up getting slashed further. Never mind that we reach nationals yearly, but if the Tyrant doesn't approve, well..."

Ansu stopped before a locker, entering a combination--she made no effort to hide what she was doing, clearly showing it off so Yori could access it herself in the future. "Supposedly we're supposed to be getting some modern bows in the future, but I really feel like they're missing the point of a traditional archery club," She said as she opened the lock, carefully sliding the locker open. Each bow was marked and in its place, with a blank sticker on the locker's wall.

Rummaging through her pockets, she pulled out a marker, offering it to Yori. "Here," She offered. After a few seconds, she looked over to the other members still chatting. "If morale gets brought down, I'm afraid it'll have an affect on people."
@RiverMaiden
"I'll be counting on your support!" Sora gave Oka a small bow of the head, though he straightened up considerably once Sakuya walked in. The girl looked less than pleased, albeit she gave off an air of professionalism as she stopped next to the boy. "Ah--Nakano-san, thank you again for choosing me." He said, bowing his head once more.

Sakuya stopped in front of a seat, placing her bag down before sitting. "I heard good things from Hinotori Middle School's counselor. I was surprised you had an interest in serving on the council, I was sure you'd rather be in the Photography Club or on the school's newspaper team," She said as she brought out a small notebook and pen, her hand already working on writing down a few bullet points.

"Oh, I got the okay from Otsuka-senpai--I'll be prioritizing this, of course," He hastily explained.

Sakuya nodded in response, putting her pen down as Oka spoke. For a second, she seemed like she wanted to say something, staying quiet. "Busy is right," She eventually replied, folding her hands together as she rested her chin on them. "We've got our work cut out for us this year. Vice Principal Taniguchi has stressed the importance of cracking down on the rising delinquency for one, and for another, the budget changes have gotten the clubs all up in arms. We're probably going to have to support Ueno-san in her area to keep us from falling behind."
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In Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Overwhelming had been putting it lightly.

While Clarissa had managed to get Isolde onto the carriage, getting off was an entirely different ordeal. Even when she finally did, however, it was like she was having an out-of-body experience. Professor Michail wanted her on the frontlines?! Auberon and Derec she understood, but what good was she? She wondered if he knew about her training, but even then, her legs were trembling and she hadn't even taken a step away from the carriage yet. Her back had remained firmly against it, terrified to step foot into the village. She had her orders, yes, but to go out there was suicide!

She could only watch as her classmates all moved--Derec, in particular, responded greatly to Auberon's orders, going forward immediately. He didn't look afraid or showed any sign of hesitation. Honestly, if she didn't know any better, she'd assume that he had some actual experience. He successfully pushed back a bandit, though she let out a squeak of horror as he just as easily plunged his spear right through them. Derec and Auberon were definitely the right choices for the front line. Clarissa tried to appeal to the bandits' morality, helping in her own way. And everyone else moved, doing their part. Everyone except her.

Tomai watched both Kellen and Imogen, letting out a whistle of approval as Jorah's arrow plunged into one of their chests. As the second was distracted, he brandished his arm as a circle of runs formed in front of him, dark magic surging forward and striking the unguarded bandit. He let out a slight 'tsk' of disapproval, frowning at Kaira. "Let me borrow that," He said, holding out his hand. Once she gave him the staff, he pointed it at the staggering bandit, the runes forming quicker and the magic bursting forward notably stronger.

"There we go," He was much more pleased, ignoring the bandit's cries of pain as all the life left him. "Move forward, people. That means you, Clarissa." He called as he walked forward.

At that point Michail stepped into Isolde's view, looking down at her. She couldn't help but drop her gaze to the ground, ashamed. It was obvious what he was going to tell her. "Let's go," He said--ordered. And why wouldn't he? She was the only one who wasn't doing what she was supposed to.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Isolde pushed herself away from the carriage, following Michail as they joined the duo. Michail clapped Auberon's shoulder, gesturing for the trio to follow him as he charged forward. As if on cue, a few bandits charged at him, but with one swing, he knocked all but one back. The unfortunate one, it would seem, as Michail's next swing embedded the tip of his spear into his chest. Instead of ending it there, however, he was thrown into his comrades in time as a surge of lighting came down from the heavens.

"Fourteen left," Tomai yawned, casually walking up to the group with Kaira following suit. "We haven't been noticed yet, but as soon as we get deeper into the heart of the village, I'm pretty sure they'll react accordingly. Euphemia's making her way to the other side, undetected, but we have a pair of archers we should probably look out for."

Michail took a second to digest everything before turning back to the group. "Good job so far, make sure to keep it up," He told the students. "We're going to make sure to get as much attention as we can so the remaining villagers can make their escape."

A low rumble felt through the ground interrupted the conversation. Kaira looked around, a little surprised. "Tomai, can you feel that?" She asked worriedly.

"We all felt that," Michail replied.

"No, there's a lot of magic in the air right now," Tomai noted. "If I were a betting man, I'd say that this is what the air was like right before that explosion. We were too far away to sense it, but it's growing thicker by the second. How ominous."

"All the more reason to keep going as quickly as possible," The knight rolled his shoulder as he took back his place to the front. He stopped as he seemed to notice something, moving to his left as an arrow zipped past his cheek. "There's one archer," He muttered. "Jorah, you're going to have to find those two archers before they pick you guys off! Let's keep moving--"

A savage battle cry cut Michail off as a few previously unseen bandits charged towards them from the right. While the noisier ones made their presence known, a group of five came quietly from behind with the intention to surround the group.
In Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
In Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks


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Physical Description
The one thing most notable about Sengo Tsubasa is his beauty. While tall, he sports fair skin that looks softer than silk. His jet-black locks contrast his skin, tumbling over his shoulders and reaches his waist. He often pulls it up with a red ribbon, though it isn't uncommon for him to keep it loose. His amethyst-hued eyes often seem like they're looking through you, his features soft and his smile always gentle.

Character Conceptualization
Tsubasa is a young man who dreams of creating a forbidden weapon. Some years ago when he was learning signs from the Signkeeper, he stumbled into her collection of books and accidentally knocked over a pile. In his haste in putting them away, one was opened, revealing a page that had caught his interest: a colorful image of a man clad in metal wielding a weapon. He didn't even look at the rest of the book, entranced by the man and his strange equipment.
Despite knowing it was wrong, he tore the page out of the book and took it with him, obsessing over it for some time. One day, he managed to get the materials to make his first attempt at replicating the weapon. While his success varied, he was inevitably caught by his master. Instead of getting in trouble, however, he was strictly told that he should never attempt to do such a thing ever again and was only saved from being outed because no one else had seen it.
Ashes had been thrown onto his obsession, quelling it for the most part.

Other Information
  • His secondary hobby is flower pressing.
  • For some reason, Signkeeper Tomo doesn't seem to like him. He hasn't the foggiest clue as to why, either.
  • He is always happy to run errands for others. This is often exploited.

Known Signs:
Heat and Water signs for smithery; tried wind once for fun but doesn't really have an interest in magic
In Shin Megami Tensei: Persona → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Spending time together? Lunch? Kaarage?! What in the world was wrong with this guy? There wasn't even time to come up with a proper retort as Hoshino made his swift exit, leaving Sakuya fuming. Idiot. He was an idiot! She absolutely hated that his stupid comment managed to hit her hard enough to stun her to silence. And she was supposed to look after him, what an absolute joke! Her initial assumption had been right on the money, at the very least, even if she was less than pleased at the outcome. Did she look like some sort of beguiled housewife?!

After a few seconds, however, it was apparent that any lingering students were definitely staring at her. Gripping her bag tightly, she spun on her heel and marched out of the room, biting down hard on her tongue to prevent herself from lashing out at anyone. This was so stupid, all that fuss for an idiot. No, that wasn't what she was really mad at. She felt completely embarrassed by the entire interaction, there were about a dozen different ways she could have handled it better. And of course, that spectacle in the second years' classroom would be quick to spread. So much for keeping her head low.

Noticing the vice principal a distance ahead, Sakuya stopped in her tracks. He kept looking around, and she assumed he was looking for her. Ducking into the girls' bathroom, she placed her bag down as she approached the sink, deciding to wash her face. As she checked her reflection, she noticed that she looked upset. Of all the sorry expressions she had to have, why did she have to look upset? Did what the stupid transfer student have to say really bother her that much?

Tearing her gaze away, she stared down at the running water. "Idiot," She muttered under her breath as she turned the faucets off. Whining about it wouldn't accomplish anything, she would just have to be more careful moving forward. It didn't matter how it started, it was all about how it finished, after all. At least, that was what Reiji used to tell her. Which meant she was going to have to make sure to handle the transfer student. She wasn't about to let him think he could walk all over her like that.

She was much more determined as she dried her face off, poking her head out to the hallway. The coast was clear, so it was one less thing to worry about, at least.

"Nakano-san."

Sakuya held back the groan in her throat as she looked over to who called out her name, meeting the gaze of one displeased Yamamoto Kenta. While most people were quick to dismiss the bespectacled stickler, those that were in the know were all too aware of how much influence he had. The Yamamoto family was well known even outside of Kyoto, and the decision for one of their sons to attend Hinotori had been nothing short of a blessing; there had been multiple generous donations every year he had attended. To be fair, he typically kept to himself and wouldn't necessarily laud his position over overs. However, whenever he did decide to stick his nose somewhere, it was never a good thing.

Sakuya put on a more neutral expression as she stopped in place. "Good afternoon, Yamamoto-san," She replied.

"If you have a moment, I'd like to speak with you about something," He said, getting right to it.

"I'm gathering the council for something. If it isn't urgent, I'm happy to hear you out tomorrow," She told him.

"I wouldn't say urgent, but it is important," He paused for a moment, looking her over. "You look more mature now, like a spring flower that's finally blossomed."

Sakuya blinked slowly, her head trying to process what she just heard. First Hoshino, now this. She naively assumed she wasn't the type to draw male attention, but she supposed at the very least she should have expected it from Yamamoto. He was probably just being nice, she felt like she lost too much weight the past few months. "I'm...glad you think so," She replied, if only because she honestly had no idea what to even say to that. "Is that all?"

"Ah, no. Actually, maybe I'll take you up on that offer for tomorrow," He thought about it for a moment. "I assume you're aware of the increase in delinquency. It's bad enough poor Mochizuki-san ended up hospitalized, but it's important that they are stomped out sooner than later."

"Mochizuki Ayane? But her accident was..." Sakuya stopped herself, shaking her head. It wasn't any of her business to spread personal information around. "I believe you're mistaken that the two are connected, but I'm in full agreement. I'll come up with something sooner than later."

"Good! Though it really is a shame that poor Mochizuki was the one to suffer. Though I'll be honest, I don't think I would have cared as much if it had been Asakura," He admitted.

Sakuya resisted the urge to roll her eyes, though she did let out a sigh. Asakura did seem like he had come out of it none the worse for wear, but she wasn't going to go making assumptions. "You shouldn't say that, it's a terrible incident nonetheless," She stated.

"Don't tell me you actually care? Asakura was basically the ringleader of that little crew," Yamamoto scoffed.

While she had no strong feelings on the matter, Yamamoto was starting to annoy her. Placing her hand on her hip, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Your only interest lies in Mochizuki. As always, whenever there's a girl involved, suddenly you're right there," Sakuya replied without missing a beat. "Funny, I never took you as the type to pine over girls who had boyfriends."

"What--That's ridiculous," He snapped, much to her satisfaction. He quickly recovered, however, an odd expression on his face as his lips curved into a smirk. "And I never took you as the jealous type, Nakano-san."

Sakuya let out a hollow laugh, the smile on her face never quite reaching her eyes. Whatever little patience she had in her reservoir was already scraping the bottom, her temper flaring up again. Instead of outright yelling, however, she made sure this time she was the one in control of the situation. "I'd sooner watch you choke on your million yen bento lunch," She told him happily, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she walked past him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my members are likely waiting for me."

She heard some grumbling behind her but chose to focus on continuing her walk, checking her watch. Hm, she wasted too much time with him, if he was going to approach her with more nonsense then she was going to have to be harsh from the start. Being stricter and more assertive was usually the way to go, anyway. With that in mind, she opened the door to the student council room, happy to see two members already there. She was certain Ueno-san would join them soon enough.

"Good afternoon," She greeted them both.
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