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Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

It was more of a SeeD moment going on right now, so I haven't posted anything lately. I'll get some Mei introspection in and maybe Tyler doing something useful later since I feel kinda bad.

Persona - The True Self

Won't be able to get a post in today since I'm packing for my new pad and also it's Valentine's Day and there's romance to be had. Anyway, Leiko and Seighardt's drama queen showdown will happen, and it will be beautiful.

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-Tuesday 14th April, 2015- After School Leiko Hamada: Warakuma High-Drama Club Meeting Room The door to the meeting room creaked painfully as Leiko opened it ajar, using the wooden doorstopper hidden by the side of the wall to nudge it against the edge with her foot. Unsurprisingly, she was the first to arrive as soon as classes had ended, since the other students were likely taking their time chatting to their classmates about the day's events. Not that the day had been particularly memorable in the least; the day's topics either seemed to revolve around Noboru Yamomoto's consecutive absence, or the approaching Golden Week, which would spell some relief for the students of Warakuma High. Leiko was particularly looking forward to Golden Week but mainly for her own reasons. Namely, her father would finally be returning to Warakuma from his business trip. Clapping her hands together in a show of motivation, Leiko glanced around the room with a subtle hint of distaste. She really disliked the amount of space that was given to the culture clubs, and considering her impressive roster of new members this year, it was a concern that they wouldn't be able to have enough space for the practical sessions. She had managed to avoid the problem with their ice-breaker meeting last time, but she really wanted the flexibility to practice different forms of expression. Well, one just has to make do. Letting out a small puff of air, Leiko rolled her sleeves and got to work. --- A steady stream of students started to enter the room by the time that Leiko was done rearranging the tables and chairs against the walls, and whilst it was a little improvement, it was an improvement just the same. Glancing over at the gathering students, Leiko's gaze stopped briefly at the expectant sight of Masatomo, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the slimy grin on his face before focusing on the task at hand. "Good afternoon." Leiko's words cut sharply through the chatter that still echoed in the room, her stance assuming that of what she expected would exude complete authority. "I'm glad to see some familiar faces returning from Thursday. Although I can't help but notice some absences as well..." Her voice trailed off in disapproval as her eyes flickered across the room before returning to a general focus on the group. "So, picking up from our last session, we introduced ourselves in a more informal manner, and I gave you all a rough schedule of what to expect for the coming year. As earlier stated, we'll be focusing on teambuilding and character skills for the first few weeks. Then...we move onto casting and rehearsing for this year's school play." Giving a solemn nod to herself for a moment, Leiko continued, "As I'm sure you're all aware, the...gender ratio of the club is somewhat skewed this year, so I'd like to remind everyone to keep open-minded. Anyone who has any difficulty with that can speak to me in private of course." Despite what could be seen as a warm invitation was clearly not the case by the cold smile curling Leiko's lips. "Anyway, moving on from that..." Leiko turned around and retrieved stacks of papers laid out from one of the pushed-aside tables before handing them to one of the first years to pass them around the forming half circle of students. "Today we'll be working on dialogue. During auditions, we focused purely on the relationship between the actor, the audience, and the stage. But it's important to count on chemistry with our fellow performers as well, or the whole show will fall apart." She tapped the sheet of paper in her hands with the tips of her fingers as her eyes scanned across the room expectantly. "So, before you all finish getting into pairs, are there any volunteers for a practice demonstration?" There was a clear sense of hesitation spreading across the room, and it wasn't difficult to understand why, considering Leiko's upfront, and somewhat intense attitude towards the arts. But as long as Leiko wasn't forced to ask Masatomo to act alongside her at this particular moment, she could live to be a little less...harsh, she supposed.

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I will get a Drama related post up soon. Also, I'll send that PM to you now Sho.

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Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range Saya sat down numbly as one of the female club members started to announce the rankings for the tournament, a shallow breath escaping her lips at the mention of her name. She had won second place. In archery, of all things. She had won something, and completely through her own efforts. The more she thought about it, the less any of it made sense. She was terrible at archery. She would admit hands down that she was one of the worst archers on the range without a moment's hesitation. And yet, somehow- She quickly cupped her mouth with her hands to hold back the excited squeal that rose in her throat. She had actually hit a bullseye. She didn't really know how, or even why, but there was no mistaking it. The arrow had been firmly stuck in the red centre of the target, and all of the other members were in agreement. So much so, that her arms were still sore from the congratulatory nudges she had received from some of the others. Wincing slightly, Saya glanced over at the crowds, where she could easily spot the lean figure of Akira Kirigakure. He had expectedly won first place, according to the female announcer, and as his reward, he would receive an unlimited supply of coffee from the announcer herself. Personally, Saya felt that it was quite a nice reward. Had she received something similar, she would have liked the opportunity to make a new female friend within the club. Of course, her own reward was a little...different, and Saya didn't really know what to feel about it. She wasn't particularly thrilled with the idea of forcing someone to do something for her against their will, and there wasn't anyone there that she would really desire anything from. Well, apart from maybe one... Her eyes glanced over at the person at the forefront of her mind, the club president himself as he sat placidly on one of the stools. She bit her lip as she envisioned the way she could approach such a request. I wish to ask Rokoru Ishiara on a date. No, too forward. I'd like to ask Ishiara-senpai to take me somewhere nice and quiet, just the two of us. No, that was way too forward, and could be completely misconstrued. I wish... "Ahem." "Huh?" Saya jumped a little as she heard someone clear their throat, looking up with a slightly overwhelmed expression as she realized that Rokoru was standing right in front of her expectantly. Oh my god...did he just read my mind or something? What do I say...umm...uhhh... "Nice job, Rokoru continued with a disarming smile, making Saya's stomach flutter as he further complimented her performance in a simple manner before leaving as quickly as he came. Watching his retreating form, Saya felt herself sink into a state of utmost bliss, a goofy smile adorning her face as she shyly played with loose strands of her hair. Rokoru-senpai actually took his time to compliment her. It didn't even matter that she was second place anymore; she had truly won. As Saya's mind wandered, she could hear Rokoru speak up about Kirigakure claiming his prize from 'Mika' (the female announcer, Saya realized), before looking over and addressing her as 'second prize'. At that, Saya immediately perked up, noting that Rokoru's attention was fully on her, and she blanched slightly when he urged her to make a decision on claiming her prize. She knew what she wanted, but how could she go about it? Her hand went down to tug on her sleeve sub-consciously, but she quickly clenched it into a fist before she could loosen the thread. It wouldn't do any good to become nervous now. She was Saya Ueno, the girl no one thought could actually win something like this. It was about time she took a little initiative. "I want to go on a shopping spree," Saya replied confidently, the decision understandable enough to the people who knew her. She wasn't known as a fashionista for nothing, after all. "And..." She almost faltered on her words, but she inwardly refused to back down as she met Rokoru eye to eye. "I want Ishiara-senpai to escort me for the whole day." There. It wasn't exactly a date, but it would mean more personal time with Rokoru-senpai. Heck, it could even become a date if things worked out really well, although Saya dared not to bring her hopes up too high quite yet. Rising her head up, she added, "I'll claim my wish near the end of the week." And without another word or a backwards glance, Saya turned around and left the range, her face burning red at what she had let herself in for.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Oh dear. Wales just lost against England. I'mma lock up my doors and windows tonight.

Persona - The True Self

I'll get a post in later today too.

And I'd like to ask the newer players what clubs or activities they would like to get into, so that they can get started in this RP and not feel excluded.

@Sho Minazuki

To help with that, here's a current list of the current clubs and its participating members. Drama Club- Tuesdays and Thursdays -Leiko Hamada (Club President) -Rui Shinichi -Kami Sutoraiki -Sato Hashimoto -Noboru Yamamoto -Alexei Dragunov -Seighardt Kasumi Archery Club- Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays -Sato Hashimoto (Vice President) -Rui Shinichi -Rokoru Ishiara (Club President) -Saya Ueno -Akira Kirigakure -A bunch of Sen's other NPCs MMA Club-??? Days -Alexei Dragunov -Diabolical's NPCs Track -Toma Tanaka -Aiko Yamamoto -XLegs NPCs Anime and Manga Club -Akane Hanazawa (Club President) -Rui Shinichi Idol Club -Chiaki Nettu -Noboru Yamamoto (I think?)

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Leiko Hamada: Warakuma High- Library "I wonder what happened though." The hushed words of Leiko's friends crowded around her as the girls leaned closer over the small oak table that they shared. "He was gone for days. Even his brother was out looking for him. Did he just run away from home?" "And I heard he's in hospital right now. Maybe he caught pneumonia or something? He probably slept rough-" Bam. The solid thunk of Leiko's textbook hitting the wooden surface of the table jostled them into silence, shared looks of confusion amongst them as they watched Leiko warily. "Umm...Hamada-chan?" "We're supposed to be studying, not discussing Yamamoto", Leiko reminded them with a steely look. "If I realized that we were just gonna gossip about people we don't know, I would have suggested the mall." "But aren't you even a little curious, Hamada-san?" One of her friends spoke up as she met Leiko's line of sight boldly. "I mean, Noboru-kun always seemed so happy. People really liked him. Why would he even do something like this?" Honestly...Leiko would be lying if she denied being curious about the Drama clubmate's recent whereabouts. To show up so suddenly (and if the rumours were to be believed, in hospital) had stunned her as soon as she caught wind of it, and she found her thoughts helplessly drifting back to his first audition and his flawless, confident, practised performance. Acting was in his blood, she supposed, but in the end, that was all it was. There wasn't a shred of Yamamoto to be found on that stage, and she could still remember the shadows of doubt that lingered in her mind back then. And then he disappeared. "I'm not." Leiko suddenly broke her own silence, turning a corner of her page purposefully as her eyes drew back to the desk."Now can we get back to studying?" In any case, she would most certainly give him something to think about if he missed Drama Club again tomorrow. --- Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range The Vice President made a funny expression as Saya caught his attention, as if he was trying to place her face from the growing amount of archery club members. Saya couldn't really blame him for that, and she opened her mouth to follow suit with an introduction, but he cut her to the quick with a straightforward answer to her question. "A tournament?" Saya reiterated with a blink, glancing over to where the boy was pointing. Indeed, people were loading their bows with arrows and standing in an orderly line for one of the lanes.. So the 'preliminaries' were already over, apparently. Well, it would have been nice to have practiced instead, Saya thought with a slightly dejected pout. There was no way she was ready to take part in some kind of tournament, let alone win any 'prizes'. It was a shame, but at least she would have the chance to watch Rokoru-senpai in action again. And then the Vice President's next words made Saya's fleeting fantasies grind to a screeching halt. "What?" She gasped, her eyes widening like saucers at the fact that her name had been opted in already, without her consent. "B-But wait! I haven't practiced! A-And I suck!" She protested with a wild shake of her head. "Ahh, but I can't just tell Rokoru-senpai that!" She despaired, more to herself to the boy in front of her as she looked over at the Club President standing proud over the other members. If she refused now, Rokoru would think she was just completely pathetic for not even trying. And then he would never like her back. "And speaking of Rokoru, he’s going right now.” The Vice President's words jolted through her like a live wire as Saya broke out of her panicked thoughts, her mouth slightly agape as she watched her senior make his way to the marked line. He looked as ruggedly handsome as he always did in her eyes, and the thick frame of his body straining in the tight cotton of his damp shirt did not go unnoticed. However, as Rokoru started to sling his arrows, Saya's mind went into overdrive. Everyone would be watching her. Counting her shots, judging her every move. It was so much pressure that Saya wasn't even ready for yet. Informal or no, this was still a test of her skill, and Saya had practically none so far. Skin turning ashen, Saya watched silently as Rokoru stepped away from the line, the Vice President following through with some kind of joke. Honestly though, Saya had barely paid attention to what Rokoru had actually scored. She was too busy being distracted by his wet shirt and her own impending doom to even care. Once Rokoru started calling out the next archers, and inevitably reached her name, Saya felt like the world was about to end. So much for having a chance in hell with him now. She was going to make a complete fool of herself in public, and he would never take her seriously. Her shoulders sagged dejectedly, and only the Vice President's punch on her shoulder broke her out of her slump. His encouraging words, as well meaning as they were, felt a little hollow to her, but Saya was still strong enough to press a smile on her lips. "Thanks. They're gonna have to suck really badly though," she laughed self-deprecatingly, her eyes glancing down at the range warily. "Well, I guess-" "With this bunch, you might even pull off an upset. Pending you don't shoot someone. Then again, you might even get extra points for it." "Huh?!" Saya jumped, very nearly knocking over her Vice President in the process as she whipped around to the voice that sprung behind her. "Y-You!" She gasped at the sight of Akira, the boy that had upset Rokoru-senpai before, and the guy that had caused her so much trouble in the first place. His words were highly sarcastic, accompanied by a a teasing gleam in his eyes as he waited for her reaction. She swallowed thickly, trying to keep her cool as best she could in front of Warakuma's famed delinquent. "Y-Yeah? Well, maybe that's your approach to things, Kirigakure-san," she sniffed. "But I don't want to hurt anyone. And...And I don't want Rokoru-senpai to get the wrong impression if he sees us talking," she added in a hushed whisper, her eyes fraught with dread as she looked over the lanes once again. "A-Anyway, I...I have to go." Taking a deep breath to motivate herself, Saya rewarded the other boy with a grateful smile before marching down purposefully to where a small line was forming. Standing at the very back, Saya noted the way that the other members were conversing and laughing like this was any other club day. Perhaps it was, and she was just overreacting? Yes, perhaps that was it. Two names later and that attitude was quickly starting to wane. The ones before her were hardly slacking on their shots, and Saya could swear she could feel eyes burning into her from everywhere. Her stomach knotted with nerves as she felt a wave of nausea wash over her, reminiscent of that one and only time Hama-chan had forced her into the Drama Club. She had to recite a play by some Greek guy, and within ten words of her soliloquy, she was throwing up more than just words. Needless to say, Hama-chan didn't invite her to the club again. One more person left, and Saya was really starting to feel the pressure. Her body was starting to tremble, her palms were becoming clammy, and she was pretty sure she was as pale as a ghost. Still, she refused to back down in front of the guy she liked, and when it was finally her turn, Saya stepped up to the mark with an almost impressive degree of determination. When she got there however, she immediately felt the need to bolt away and never come back. The target looked impossibly far away, the arrow felt slippery on her sweaty hands, and she felt like a million eyes were watching her every move. Letting out an audible gulp, Saya raised her bow and arrow, her arms shaking from the combined force of the taut string and her own shot nerves, and after an excruciating second, let go of the arrow with a weak twang. The arrow didn't even reach halfway the lane, and Saya couldn't feel any more embarrassed. Refusing to look or listen to anyone around her, Saya quickly turned and reached for the second arrow, desperate for the moment to end so that she could curl up under a rock and cry. Loading her bow with the second arrow, Saya tried to blink back the tears as she vainly attempted to line up the sight of the target with the point of her arrow. Biting her lip, Saya shut her eyes as she let go of the straining arrow with as much force as she could muster. A distinct thunk against wood told her that the arrow had found its target, and Saya's eyes immediately snapped open at the sound. What she did see however, made her pinch herself in disbelief. The arrow was securely lodged in the dyed red centre of the target. The more Saya stared at it, the more impossible it was to deny it. It was her shot, and it was in the centre. Numbly, Saya slung her equipment back over her shoulder and walked away from target lane, completely shell shocked and unable to comprehend what had just happened.

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Posted! I've had a pretty hectic day, so I'll make a post on what Leiko's doing next time. I don't think she's that close to Noboru, so she probably won't visit him in hospital. She may or may not chastise him for missing Drama sessions when he comes back though.

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-Monday 13th April, 2015- Morning Leiko Hamada: Ueno Residence The weekend left as swiftly as it came, the latter of which was spent at Saya's home. It wasn't the first time Leiko had stayed over, but she still marvelled in the difference between Saya's family life and her own. The Ueno Residence was...chaotic, to say the least. Breakfast was rushed and sloppily presented, goodbye kisses were hastened and fleeting, and all the while, Leiko could hear nothing but the distressed sounds of Saya's little brother wailing in the distance. It should have annoyed someone so prim and proper like Leiko, but truthfully...there was a gnawing sense of jealously that brewed within her whenever she stayed there. Despite the pandemonium that was Saya's family life, everything was so bright and full of life that it almost dazzled her. Compared to her own home, with its empty, stagnant rooms, politely scripted conversations, and predictable routine, it was difficult to miss it. Not that Leiko made a habit of complaining about her lot in life. She was very privileged to have the life she had, and she would have no one infer otherwise. "Goodbye, sweetie. Have fun at Archery Club today," Saya's mother smiled good-naturedly, kissing Saya's cheek at the doorstep as she saw the two high school girls off. "And it was a pleasure to see you again, Hamada-san," she added warmly, giving a formal bow in Leiko's direction. "Please continue to watch out for our daughter." "Geez, Mom, stop embarrassing me," Saya whined, tugging Leiko's arm as they headed to school. "Let's go, Hama-chan." She was oblivious to the slightly jaded smile that crossed her friend's lips as she followed suit. --- -Monday 13th April, 2015-After-school Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range The school day had been a fairly eventful one, as the student body stirred with rumours that the missing student Noboru Yamamoto had finally been found. The gossiping grew wilder and more outlandish as the day passed by, with some of Saya's friends even suggesting that the boy was currently hospitalised from whatever ordeal he had gone through. Saya didn't really know whether or not to believe that Noboru had been found in such a state, but it was nevertheless a relief to know that her classmate had been found. She only hoped Noboru was recovering quickly and that he would join them all again soon. Stretching as the bell tolled for club activities, Saya got up from her desk and bid Hama-chan and her friends farewell before making her way to the range. Hama-chan was planning a study session in the library with some of their classmates, and for once, Saya was more than eager to be excluded. She had more important things to worry about...like practicing her Archery skills. However, as soon as Saya stepped onto the range, bow and quiver mounted over her shoulder, she noticed that something was off. The object of her affections, Rokoru Ishiara, was crowded by a bunch of club members, and there seemed to be some sort of commotion, which was...strange for the usual nature of the club. Were they holding some special event that Saya had been unaware of? Feeling slightly sheepish at her obliviousness, Saya searched the range for someone less...intimidating to ask, and finally her eyes fell on a boy slouching against the wall by himself. Oh! Saya immediately recognized his face, having been introduced as the Vice President of the Archery Club before. She'd never spoken to him before (nor could she recall his name), but he seemed kinda nice. He was bound to have some sort of clue on what was going on. Straightening her shoulders, Saya walked over to where the male appeared to be brooding, and cleared her throat quietly to catch his attention. "Umm...Vice Prez?" She spoke up cheerfully, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as her eyes flittered to where the group of excited people were starting to disperse. "Sorry if this is kinda a dumb question, but what's going on?"