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9 yrs ago
Current I'm back from my mini-Rp hiatus! Gonna go through the reams I missed and start getting back into it :)
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9 yrs ago
I'm on a hiatus atm due to work related issues. I'll be back and running next week.
9 yrs ago
Procrastination has appeared. It's the killer. Do not die.
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Now's not the time to be dead!
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T5 is the butts.
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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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Monday 20th April 2015: After School

Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range

Saya had braced herself for Akira's scathing reply, and she was more than a little surprised that he actually provided her with a genuine, not-a-jerkass response. Well, mostly. The whole 'shooting someone' thing caught her attention but she was surprised enough not to take even a little offence. "I...see," she murmured back warily, fingers pattering away at her wooden bow as she looked over at his perfect trajectory, the arrow lodging firmly into the red dot. "You know, you shouldn't talk down to me, Number One. I'm Number Two, remember? I'm your greatest competition," she suddenly spoke with a burst of confidence, looking over at him mischievously. "Turn your back, and I might even be a better shot than you someday."

She didn't really know where all this bravado was coming from, but she really did want to fit into the club without too much conflict. As mean as Akira was at times, Saya didn't want Rokoru to think she was stirring trouble within his club on purpose. And hey, she couldn't stay a victim forever. If she wanted to become a more confident archer in the club, she needed the personality to match.
Dat thong tho.
Yet more OC's bite the dust.

And hmm, I can imagine a naked chained up Wiggs would be the stuff of nightmares tbh.
Finally, the squadron of SeeD had returned, but not without sacrifice. In all honesty, Mei had expected bloodshed, (it was true that she was not as astute to detail as her brother but even she was aware of the Major's terrible power), but even she had not expected the outcome of the fight to be...this.

She was rendered at a loss for words when she first caught wind of Syrus's injuries. Not only had the SeeD apparently suffered critical damage during the fight, but the boy was likely to stay in an indefinite coma as a result. Once the diagnosis was made clear, Mei could feel her stomach drop, images of the boy dancing with her the night before. There was so much about him that she wanted to know, needed to know. And now...would she ever get the chance?

The life of the SeeD... The words echoed solemnly in her head as she hung her head low, watching the wounded and the dead arrive along with the group. This was their life, it was true. Their existence was always hanging in the balance, the thread about to be cut short at any moment. Tyler often teased her that she didn't really comprehend the life of a soldier, and he was probably right.

An array of emotions crossed her face as she watched on helplessly, but it wasn't until she caught the sight of her mangled brother that the girl immediately sprung to action. "Tyler!" She cried, bounding over to where her bloodied sibling was being laid to rest. "Oh god. He's not-?!"

"No, not dead. Although the kid should have known better," the SeeD sighed piteously at the unconscious male as he tended to his gushing wounds. "Got right into the thick of it when he should have left it to us. Wiggs was no joke, I can tell you that." He looked over at the distraught looking girl, his features softening slightly at her despair. "Look, compared to some of us, he got off lightly. He'll be feeling it for a while, but he's gonna be just fine."

"...Thank you." Mei's words were quiet and defeated as her hand rested over her brother's clammy forehead, a look of regret filling her eyes. "I...I need to speak with the others. Where are they?"

"Should be back in the operations room by now. I know Lerwick had some things to say."

"Right." After making a polite bow, Mei left the room, a grim expression forming on her face as she prepared for the encounter ahead.

"...Dismissed."

The gravelly sound of Duncan's voice echoed through the room as Mei slinked her way past the departing SeeDs, swollen eyes fixed on the former Instructor. "I heard about Syrus. And my brother." Her voice was choked as she struggled through her words, looking downcast as delicate fingers caressed the wood of one of the chair frames. "I...I can't believe this could happen." Tears began to well in her eyes before she brushed them away stubbornly with the back of her hand. "This wasn't supposed to happen. Duncan...wh-why did this happen?"
Monday 20th April, 2015: After School

Leiko Hamada: Warakuma- On the Outskirts of Town

Leiko always chose one particular place for their meetups, for innumerable reasons. Namely, the quiet, refined cafe of her choice gave them both the peace of mind to speak openly with one another without any fear of being overheard by nosy high schoolers. Additionally, the quality of tea that they serviced was simply to die for, so much so that Leiko hadn't even brought any of her friends there, fearing it was a little rich for their tastes.

That, and the place just felt like...theirs.

"How is your studying coming along?" Leiko finally broke the silence as she finished taking a sip of her herbal tea, peering over the rim of the cup at the person before her. "Not getting in the way of your writing, I hope?"

The handsome male cracked a grin as he shook his head in response, his bangs falling into his eyes before he swept them away with a fluid, delicate motion. "My grades are holding up fine. As for the writing...well, nothing can get in the way of that. Not even my parents, although they are quick to encourage me towards something more solid...like teaching or med school." The skin on his nose wrinkled as he spoke of them, leaning back in his seat lazily as he eyed Leiko with a friendly smirk. "And what about you, Miss President? How is your little club coming along?"

He always had that annoying habit of teasing her, and it only managed to make her even more irritated as the auburn haired girl shot him a surly look. "Drama is going quite well. There are a few people I have my eye on for the leading roles this year already." At the thought of her responsibilities, a smile managed to warm her face. "Being President feels...good. I like being in control. I call the shots, and no one tells me what to do. Well, besides that irksome Masatomo idiot." She voiced his name with a hint of disgust. "But I can manage characters like him."

"I'm certain you can," the boy laughed, the sound of his laughter so infectious that it caused Leiko to follow suit. "You've always been so bossy. I'm surprised that you let the teachers teach you and not the other way around."

"Oh, I'm not that bad," Leiko rolled her eyes, tutting quietly as she began to pick apart her velvet cake. "Anyway...this might sound a little strange to you, but have you heard anything about the recent disappearings in Warakuma?"

The surprise was evident on the boy's face, and he followed quickly with a small nod. "Yeah. I heard that two high school students disappeared from your school this month. They were found though, right?"

"Yeah." Leiko's teeth began to bite into her bottom lip before she continued. "One them was a senior...and the other was a member of my club. I don't know him very well or anything but..." She broke off her sentence with a solemn shake of her head. "It's starting to bother me a little. I haven't told any of my friends or anything but...I have a terrible feeling that it's not going to stop."

"Leiko." The boy uttered her name with the utmost sincerity, akin to that of an older brother. "It's going to be fine. Just promise me that you'll take care of yourself...and don't put yourself in harm's way, alright? Try not to walk home alone if you can help it. At least until the police find out what's happening."

A sudden warmth enveloped Leiko's hand as the boy placed his over hers, and Leiko's worried frown immediately melted away into an easy smile. "Don't worry Rin. I'll be fine."




Saya Ueno: Warakuma High: Class 2-1 - Archery Range

Saya was in an undeniably good mood that day, so much so that even her closest friends had commented on her unusual glow. She sailed through the day with a cheery smile and an uncharacteristic enthusiasm for the day ahead as she worked diligently and laughed with her fellow classmates without a care. Only a few could really guess the real reason for her high, (and that reason beginning with a capital R), and it wasn't until the bell rang for the beginning of clubs that Saya began to show signs of deflating.

"What's the matter Saya-chan? I thought you were dosed up on the love bug." One of her friends grinned at her as Saya began to gather her things with a slight frown. "Shouldn't you be excited about seeing your special someone?"

"Can you be quiet?" Saya moaned self-consciously, eyes fluttering strangely to the door as a blush painted her cheeks. "I'm kinda nervous about Archery right now actually. I didn't go on Friday...and I haven't really practiced or anything since I had that mad moment of luck..." Should she bail again? It wouldn't look particularly good for her if she did, but making a fool of herself seemed worse too...

"Well, you can always come shopping with us instead?" Her friend suggested sympathetically, but that only caused Saya to remember that she had barely any money left after her outing with Rokoru the day before. Not only had she splurged on more clothes than she could fit in her room, but she had treated him to the occassional snack and beverage, if only to help him tolerate the trip. If she spent any more any time soon, she would have to start working more regularly at her parents' place, and Saya felt like she had little free time as it stood.

"No, it's fine. I'll suck it up and go," Saya shot her friend a weary smile and a thumbs up. "Wish me luck!"




When Saya arrived at the range, she couldn't help but notice that some of the seniors were starting some kind of tournament amongst themselves, albeit with a more laidback feeling than the one that was held the previous Wednesday. Having had her fair share of such excitement, the girl walked over to the lockers to retrieve her equipment before finding a good spot to practice. Deciding on her usual lane (hey, familiarity was good, right?), she picked a bow from her quiver and assumed her shooting stance, making an extra effort to beat down her nerves and stop looking so darn worried about shooting a target. Just as she pulled the string taut however, she noticed her neighbour land a clean, impressive hit on their own target. Letting out a low whistle at the impressive shot, Saya looked over to compliment the person in an attempt to become more friendly with her clubmates. "Wow, that was really good. How did you get it to go so straight like that, umm...?"

It took Saya a moment too late to realize who she was speaking to as she finally caught the face of her neighbour. Oh. Oh no.

Akira.

"Ahh...umm..." Crap. Crap crap crap crap cra- "Yeah! That wasn't bad, Kiragakure-san," she laughed unsettingly, before sharply looking away and desperately focusing herself back on, well, anything.
*cracks knuckles* Right, time for me to post after bloody forever.
-Sunday 19th April 2015-

Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Mall

As soon as Leiko turned her attentions on the new guy, Kasumi was quick to excuse himself from the situation, making some halfhearted comments about missing the next drama session before swiftly leaving, to her own chagrin. Here she was, standing up for him and this was her just reward: left to pick up the pieces.

Exit: stage left, she thought dryly as she watched Sieghardt disappear into the crowds before once again focusing on the one that caused all this interruption. It wouldn't be long however, before yet another zealous Drama candidate appeared into the fray, leaving Leiko absolutely exasperated. It was like she was being hounded by her own club today.

Maki Moritomi was most definitely a lively fellow, everything from his mannerisms to his speech, and Leiko couldn't tell whether this was a virtue or a curse. She forced a pleasant smile when he arrived (although her eyes hardened slightly at the careless use of her name), and met his carefree question with blunt honesty. "Not particularly. I was purchasing materials for Drama Club, but luck appears not to be on my side. One of our members has been left quite upset from the comments of this person, and quite frankly, I want nothing more than to go home and run myself a hot bath. Perhaps then, I shall have the chance to enjoy myself."

Leiko let out a sigh of relief once she was done with her tirade, and true to her word, left to finish her purchases and collect her friends before returning back home.




Saya Ueno: Warakuma Mall

Saya was relieved to hear Rokoru's indifferent response, the expression evident on her face as she felt the tension release from her facial muscles. "Oh no, no I don't mind at all! I was worried you might mind, since you know, you're the Club President, and I'm you know, nobody. Well, not nobody, but compared to you, I'm-"

Saya was well aware that word vomit was pouring out her mouth at terrific speed, so she quickly refocused the conversation with an easy smile. "Yeah, I'm gonna get these and maybe some other stuff. You won't mind helping me carry these after I buy them, right Senpai? After all, it's in your contract~" She reminded him with a teasing wink before heading over to checkout, positively glowing. It was entirely possible that people from Archery had seen them but she didn't care. Senpai didn't care, so neither did she. Let them talk.

If this is what came of winning, Saya needed to hit those bulls-eyes more often.
Broken foot or not, waiting on you, Kissu.


I was waiting for Archangel to respond but I'll get something up at the end of the day either way.
-Sunday 19th April 2015-

Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Mall

Sieghardt appeared to agree with Leiko's sentiments, just in the way that she expected he would, but their shared interest in the arts would meet an unexpected factor when a dark haired male knocked right into Sieghardt, causing them both to tumble to the ground with little grace. Leiko stepped back in surprise, nearly dropping her basket of crafting materials as she watched the scene unfold before her.

The dark haired stranger was the first to speak as he rose from the ground, crinkling his nose in some disdainful manner as he made some snide comment on Sieghardt's clothing. The fact that the boy had not only rudely interrupted their conversation, but had followed through with an insult was not lost on Leiko, and a shadow of disdain crossed her features as Kasumi decided to retort. If anything, his response was just as exasperating as the other boy's, and Leiko considered for a moment whether she could slip away and let the two males have it out.

Of course, nothing was that easy, as Kasumi roped her into the conversation with a cheeky grin before announcing the two of them as 'sisters'. Unfortunately, it appeared the sibling inside joke was going to stick for longer than she cared for, and it was all Leiko could do not to groan aloud.

The bespectacled male made some kind of snappy comeback in retort to Kasumi's words, before focusing his attentions on Leiko herself, choosing to inquire her about her name, although in a slightly less caustic manner.

Leiko looked over at the boy directly as he asked his question, her expression unflinching with a curve of a frown on her lips. "Leiko Hamada. Kasumi and I are clubmates. And I find that knocking people over and choosing to insult them with no good reason to be very bad etiquette," she said smoothly, not an ounce of intimidation in her words as she stared at the stranger. "Now, if you have any purpose here besides being a disruption, I would love to hear it, Mr...?"




Saya Ueno: Warakuma Mall

Rokoru's answer was a bit more basic than Saya had hoped, as he murmured vaguely about how he went running on occassion whilst he thumbed through the clothes rack. She wondered for a moment whether her senior was considering trying on any of the shirts, his words fading into static in her ears as her expression became slightly unfocused.

"You like it? Rock?"

"Hmm?" Saya blinked as she was suddenly drawn back from her own thoughts, aware that Rokoru was a little bit closer than he was before. "R-Rock? Umm, like rock music?" If it hadn't been clear that Saya wasn't exactly paying attention, it certainly was now as she looked up at the older male with a slightly embarrassed grin. "Umm, it's OK, I guess? As long as it has a good beat. I don't really like the ones where they scream a lot, you know?"

She brushed her fringe out of her eyes as she spoke, suddenly feeling a lot smaller compared to someone like Rokoru. Was this working out? Did they even have anything in common at all? The possibility of becoming a drag on Rokoru's time was almost too much to think about, and she beat down the uneasy thoughts with an unrelenting determination as she walked over to where the sale on spring dresses were being held. Expectedly most, if not all girls and women were at the mall today, considering the up and coming Golden Week that hung over the horizon. For Saya, her wardrobe was far to outdated to be considered acceptable, so the event was a good an excuse as any to work on a new look.

After looping a couple of colourful and cute dresses over her arm, Saya walked over to where Rokoru stood and opened her mouth to ask him a question that quickly died on her lips as soon as it had arrived. Over Rokoru's shoulder, there was a familiar group hanging around in the store, the excited babble of female voices drowning over the reluctant males that resided with them. It took Saya a moment to realize where she recognised the faces from, and the blood quickly drained from her face as she looked back over at Rokoru hesitantly. "Umm...aren't those people in Archery Club?" She whispered over at Rokoru with a slightly worried frown. "Umm...do you...do you think we should go?"
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Aaaaaand I completely missed Archangel's post. Sorry! XD Since it's more directed at Oblivion, I'll let him react next.
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