Leiko ain't having none of that.
Although she may have recruited the twins now. Wahhhhhhhh!
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22 y/o Welsh gal living it up in the big city with my SO and two beautiful cats. Hobbies include gaming, creative writing, baking and dank memes. Oh and RPing too I guess.
I can't say I've been with RPG for terribly long, but I hope you enjoy what my writing style has to offer. Cheers!
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Leiko Hamada
Leiko had busied herself with her Drama recruitment campaign by stapling one of her prized flyers to the bulletin board on the third floor, hoping to draw some more attention from her upperclassmen. She had a decent amount of second years already, and some first years had signed up thanks to the publicity stunt with Noboru, but she needed some older students as well for a more mature and sophisticated flair.
However, the last people she expected to approach her were the Yamamoto twins, much less with the request they had given her. "Hmm?" Slightly irked at their addressal of her (how clear did she have to make it to people not to call her Leiko?), the young drama enthusiast's expression only grew more incredulous at their proposal. "With all due respect, Senpai..." Her voice was chillingly cold, despite the respect she inferred in her tone. "Are you telling me how to run my club?" She sniffed indignantly, folding her arms across her chest. "Convince him if you want, but I'll treat him how I want to treat him. No one tells me what to do." Her voice was smooth and refined, befitting of one that so many called the Warakuma Queen. "On the other hand..." She passed them a flyer each with a disconcerting smile. "I would be more than happy to welcome two talented and well known individuals as yourselves into my club. And I can promise to go 'a little harder to sharpen your amazing talents' if you deem it necessary", she quoted brightly. "Please, think it over some."
Leiko had busied herself with her Drama recruitment campaign by stapling one of her prized flyers to the bulletin board on the third floor, hoping to draw some more attention from her upperclassmen. She had a decent amount of second years already, and some first years had signed up thanks to the publicity stunt with Noboru, but she needed some older students as well for a more mature and sophisticated flair.
However, the last people she expected to approach her were the Yamamoto twins, much less with the request they had given her. "Hmm?" Slightly irked at their addressal of her (how clear did she have to make it to people not to call her Leiko?), the young drama enthusiast's expression only grew more incredulous at their proposal. "With all due respect, Senpai..." Her voice was chillingly cold, despite the respect she inferred in her tone. "Are you telling me how to run my club?" She sniffed indignantly, folding her arms across her chest. "Convince him if you want, but I'll treat him how I want to treat him. No one tells me what to do." Her voice was smooth and refined, befitting of one that so many called the Warakuma Queen. "On the other hand..." She passed them a flyer each with a disconcerting smile. "I would be more than happy to welcome two talented and well known individuals as yourselves into my club. And I can promise to go 'a little harder to sharpen your amazing talents' if you deem it necessary", she quoted brightly. "Please, think it over some."
SwordfishKnight said
Don't worry, it involves getting Noboru into the drama club.What you should be worried about is what club they join, or if Chiaki's club idea passes, what she should be worried about.
I'm intrigued.
Still worried though. XD Wait...the twins might be joining the school idol club? D:
SwordfishKnight said
Yeah, the twins have a little proposal for Leiko.
That worries me slightly. XD
Mwahaha! Now Sachiko will surely join the Drama Club!/sarcasm
Leiko's eyes flitted to the clock mounted on the wall, relief etched on her face as the bell finally rang for lunch. Finally. It wasn't that Leiko was a bad student or that she struggled with the learning material, but her heart really wasn't into learning about such dry subjects. She much preferred the sheer thrill and mental stimulation that the arts offered instead of the regimented laws of languages or sciences.
"I am soooo glad that is over! Phew!" One of Leiko's friends let out an emphasised yawn. "I miss spring break already!"
Leiko merely shrugged. "I don't. Spring break was boring."
"W-Well, yeah, that's what I meant!" The girl backtracked quickly on her words, a sheepish yet disingenuous smile on her face. "It was totally lame, right? I was climbing the walls, I was so bored!"
"..." Leiko's eyebrow twitched. Didn't these girls have minds of their own? Were they really so eager to stay in her good graces that they had to surrender free expression altogether? "Sure," she said blandly. "I'm going to patrol the school to help promote the Drama Club. So I won't be joining you for lunch."
"Huh?" Several of the girls surrounding Leiko looked disappointed. "Really? But we haven't hung out in ages."
"Besides, maybe we can help with promoting-"
"No." Leiko's answer was blunt, causing the others to quickly cease their chattering. "It's better if I do it on my own. A group will just intimidate people," she sighed with a roll of her eyes. "And this is too important."
She gathered the remaining flyers from her desk and stood up purposefully. "I'll see you later in class."
"Yeah!"
"Sure thing, Hama-chan!"
She tucked her chair firmly behind the desk before heading for the door. As she passed, she felt her eyes draw almost magnetically to the girl near the middle of the classroom. Sachiko Mogami. An icy aura seemed to radiate from the auburn-haired girl as she watched her enemy silently, her lips pressed into a scowl. Bitter words threatened to tumble out of her mouth, and it took all of Leiko's strength to rein them back in. As much as she would like to cut that arrogant loudmouth down to size, she had to keep up appearances in front of the rest of the class. Her Drama Club's reputation was at stake after all.
So, clearing her throat, she approached the brunette with a carefully placed smile, relishing in the surprise adorned on the girl's face as she handed her a flyer. "We're in the same class? How delightful," she sang sweetly. "Well, after your little performance this morning, I think you'd be a perfect addition for the Drama Club. You certainly seem to have a flair for the melodramatic after all. Mogachi-san, was it?" She pulled a puzzled expression. "No matter. I look forward to spending the school year with you, so let's do our best, okay?"
And with that, Leiko turned on her heel, a smug grin concealed on her lips as she left the classroom. Now...where to start? Perhaps she would start by stapling some flyers on the information boards across the school...
"I am soooo glad that is over! Phew!" One of Leiko's friends let out an emphasised yawn. "I miss spring break already!"
Leiko merely shrugged. "I don't. Spring break was boring."
"W-Well, yeah, that's what I meant!" The girl backtracked quickly on her words, a sheepish yet disingenuous smile on her face. "It was totally lame, right? I was climbing the walls, I was so bored!"
"..." Leiko's eyebrow twitched. Didn't these girls have minds of their own? Were they really so eager to stay in her good graces that they had to surrender free expression altogether? "Sure," she said blandly. "I'm going to patrol the school to help promote the Drama Club. So I won't be joining you for lunch."
"Huh?" Several of the girls surrounding Leiko looked disappointed. "Really? But we haven't hung out in ages."
"Besides, maybe we can help with promoting-"
"No." Leiko's answer was blunt, causing the others to quickly cease their chattering. "It's better if I do it on my own. A group will just intimidate people," she sighed with a roll of her eyes. "And this is too important."
She gathered the remaining flyers from her desk and stood up purposefully. "I'll see you later in class."
"Yeah!"
"Sure thing, Hama-chan!"
She tucked her chair firmly behind the desk before heading for the door. As she passed, she felt her eyes draw almost magnetically to the girl near the middle of the classroom. Sachiko Mogami. An icy aura seemed to radiate from the auburn-haired girl as she watched her enemy silently, her lips pressed into a scowl. Bitter words threatened to tumble out of her mouth, and it took all of Leiko's strength to rein them back in. As much as she would like to cut that arrogant loudmouth down to size, she had to keep up appearances in front of the rest of the class. Her Drama Club's reputation was at stake after all.
So, clearing her throat, she approached the brunette with a carefully placed smile, relishing in the surprise adorned on the girl's face as she handed her a flyer. "We're in the same class? How delightful," she sang sweetly. "Well, after your little performance this morning, I think you'd be a perfect addition for the Drama Club. You certainly seem to have a flair for the melodramatic after all. Mogachi-san, was it?" She pulled a puzzled expression. "No matter. I look forward to spending the school year with you, so let's do our best, okay?"
And with that, Leiko turned on her heel, a smug grin concealed on her lips as she left the classroom. Now...where to start? Perhaps she would start by stapling some flyers on the information boards across the school...
Thundering footsteps clanged against the grated floors, causing the injured soldiers to stir from their state of half-consciousness as they eyed the ceiling warily. "What do you think that is?" One of the soldiers murmured, nursing an injured leg gingerly as the sound started to travel further and further away. "Sounds like someone's royally pissed."
"Reckon it's probably Lieutenant Fiore...", one of the others piped up with a shudder. "You should have seen his face when we got on board. We're really in deep shit now..."
"Yeah, well. We deserve it." The soldier known as Branon spoke plainly, taking the others by surprise. This was the soldier who ached for the thrill of battle, whose arrogance was parallelled to none. And here he was, sounding so...defeated. "We were a mess up there. The Lieutenant was really trying hard to protect us...and we let him down." His hands trembled into tight fists. "I thought I understood what it meant to fight in a real battle. I really thought I was ready. But when I saw that SeeD girl summoning that thing..." His voice shook slightly in disgust. "I was a coward. It felt like the battle was bigger than I was, and I held back. Because...I wanted to survive."
A stony silence reigned over Ace's battered squad, looks of sympathy and understanding shared between the small group. "But hey, who knew Fett had it in him, eh?" The soldier with the bad leg let out a hearty laugh. "I always thought that he'd get knocked over by a chicobo, but there he was, taking on that SeeD like a pro. What a guy."
"Yeah." They all agreed in warm unison, the memory of their comrade close to their hearts as they shared a bittersweet moment of silence.
The moment didn't last.
A loud muffled bang interrupted their remembrance, Branon springing to his feet quickly in alarm before clutching his side with a wince. "Oww...that damn bear's claws were sharp. What the hell was that?"
She didn't know why she did it. Actually, thinking about it after the fact, as sharp searing jolts of pain raced up her arm, Asa thought it was pretty damn stupid.
Gritting her teeth, she withdrew her arm from the dented wall, blood seeping through her glove from where the ridges of her knuckles were. Slowly, she flexed her fingers, biting hard on her lip to keep herself from groaning as pain burned through her hand. Carefully, she slid off the bloodied glove, studying her bruised knuckles carefully for any signs of a fracture. She wasn't exactly a medical expert, but she couldn't see any bones jutting out of place, so that was something.
She allowed her back to rest against the wall before sinking slowly to her knees, the calm of the storm finally settling in as her anger ebbed away into a feeling of complete emptiness. She had bottled up so much pain, so much anger and defeat, that she had to let something out. And the wall had been the perfect candidate for that.
"I should have a Cure spell stocked...", she murmured quietly to herself as she pressed her free hand on her paramagic drive, drawing out the healing spell that she needed for a quick fix. Ace was hardly an adept healer by any means, so whilst the spell got the job done in the way of closing up wounds and ceasing any more bleeding, it did little in the way of analgesia. "Tch..." She shook her head slightly before sliding the glove back on. It would have to do.
Slowly, her thoughts wandered back to what her commanding officer had said. Raze Dollet to the ground.
That wasn't the plan. That had never been the plan. The orders were to infiltrate and restore Dollet's communications tower, and to occupy the city if they were met with resistance. But destroying an entire duchy on a whim? Just because they lost?
Asa's stomach churned as she thought of the families and businesses that would perish to the Galbadian missiles. These people had done nothing wrong. They were innocents caught up in the political storm between Galbadia and their pursuit for ultimate domination in the West. They would die....and she would be a part of it.
Wait. What was she thinking? Ace shook her head quickly as if to shake the troubling thoughts out of their head before they lead to something more dangerous. This was the reality of war. Dollet was an empire that had been doomed for decades anyway. It was only a matter of time before something like this happened.
She was a soldier, and that was all she needed to be.
"Sir?" Branon's tentative voice crept through the crack of the door, alerting Ace to the sound as she immediately hid her bloodied hand. "I heard a banging noise. Is...is everything alright sir?"
Ace let out a reluctant sigh. "...Yes. Everything's fine. We should be back in Deling City by nightfall, right?" At Branon's agreeable nod, Ace continued. "Dollet will be razed by the Galbadian Army. Make sure the others know."
"What?" Branon sounded genuinely startled, but Ace was no longer in the mood for questions as she headed to her bunker.
"This is what war is really like, Branon. Get used to it."
"Reckon it's probably Lieutenant Fiore...", one of the others piped up with a shudder. "You should have seen his face when we got on board. We're really in deep shit now..."
"Yeah, well. We deserve it." The soldier known as Branon spoke plainly, taking the others by surprise. This was the soldier who ached for the thrill of battle, whose arrogance was parallelled to none. And here he was, sounding so...defeated. "We were a mess up there. The Lieutenant was really trying hard to protect us...and we let him down." His hands trembled into tight fists. "I thought I understood what it meant to fight in a real battle. I really thought I was ready. But when I saw that SeeD girl summoning that thing..." His voice shook slightly in disgust. "I was a coward. It felt like the battle was bigger than I was, and I held back. Because...I wanted to survive."
A stony silence reigned over Ace's battered squad, looks of sympathy and understanding shared between the small group. "But hey, who knew Fett had it in him, eh?" The soldier with the bad leg let out a hearty laugh. "I always thought that he'd get knocked over by a chicobo, but there he was, taking on that SeeD like a pro. What a guy."
"Yeah." They all agreed in warm unison, the memory of their comrade close to their hearts as they shared a bittersweet moment of silence.
The moment didn't last.
A loud muffled bang interrupted their remembrance, Branon springing to his feet quickly in alarm before clutching his side with a wince. "Oww...that damn bear's claws were sharp. What the hell was that?"
She didn't know why she did it. Actually, thinking about it after the fact, as sharp searing jolts of pain raced up her arm, Asa thought it was pretty damn stupid.
Gritting her teeth, she withdrew her arm from the dented wall, blood seeping through her glove from where the ridges of her knuckles were. Slowly, she flexed her fingers, biting hard on her lip to keep herself from groaning as pain burned through her hand. Carefully, she slid off the bloodied glove, studying her bruised knuckles carefully for any signs of a fracture. She wasn't exactly a medical expert, but she couldn't see any bones jutting out of place, so that was something.
She allowed her back to rest against the wall before sinking slowly to her knees, the calm of the storm finally settling in as her anger ebbed away into a feeling of complete emptiness. She had bottled up so much pain, so much anger and defeat, that she had to let something out. And the wall had been the perfect candidate for that.
"I should have a Cure spell stocked...", she murmured quietly to herself as she pressed her free hand on her paramagic drive, drawing out the healing spell that she needed for a quick fix. Ace was hardly an adept healer by any means, so whilst the spell got the job done in the way of closing up wounds and ceasing any more bleeding, it did little in the way of analgesia. "Tch..." She shook her head slightly before sliding the glove back on. It would have to do.
Slowly, her thoughts wandered back to what her commanding officer had said. Raze Dollet to the ground.
That wasn't the plan. That had never been the plan. The orders were to infiltrate and restore Dollet's communications tower, and to occupy the city if they were met with resistance. But destroying an entire duchy on a whim? Just because they lost?
Asa's stomach churned as she thought of the families and businesses that would perish to the Galbadian missiles. These people had done nothing wrong. They were innocents caught up in the political storm between Galbadia and their pursuit for ultimate domination in the West. They would die....and she would be a part of it.
Wait. What was she thinking? Ace shook her head quickly as if to shake the troubling thoughts out of their head before they lead to something more dangerous. This was the reality of war. Dollet was an empire that had been doomed for decades anyway. It was only a matter of time before something like this happened.
She was a soldier, and that was all she needed to be.
"Sir?" Branon's tentative voice crept through the crack of the door, alerting Ace to the sound as she immediately hid her bloodied hand. "I heard a banging noise. Is...is everything alright sir?"
Ace let out a reluctant sigh. "...Yes. Everything's fine. We should be back in Deling City by nightfall, right?" At Branon's agreeable nod, Ace continued. "Dollet will be razed by the Galbadian Army. Make sure the others know."
"What?" Branon sounded genuinely startled, but Ace was no longer in the mood for questions as she headed to her bunker.
"This is what war is really like, Branon. Get used to it."
Haru Nyan said
Why not let everyone be a part of the drama club?
Whoa. I know I was getting hyped that Drama Club was getting popular but DAMN.
SwordfishKnight said
Noboru is probably gonna get stuck in the drama club no matter what.
You mean the dream is still alive?!
Noboru's a second year.
Isamu is in the same class as Chiaki and Midori, according to Sho.
Isamu is in the same class as Chiaki and Midori, according to Sho.
Primetime TV right there.
...Oh yeah, I forgot to gloat about winning my bet.
Haha!~
...Oh yeah, I forgot to gloat about winning my bet.
Haha!~
Sen said
More like ace defectives.
Oh god. I'm an IRL Junpei. *facepalm*
Never mind, Sword and Kissu kicking ass and solving crime! *totally should be a TV show*
Yes. Lunchtime will be spent with Leiko being obnoxious and hunting people down to join her club. Senpais beware!
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