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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Short post is short, but Aya is now officially open for convenient character interaction!

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

A Y A

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• Monday Night, Swan Songs •

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Right now, Aya wasn't in the most upbeat of moods.

It was a mild Monday evening and she'd only just gotten off work two hours ago, as did her accomplice for the night who hadn't exactly arrived yet. Apparently it was Jazz Night here at Swan Songs, and on this particular weekday, Aya had somehow been persuaded to attend by her co-worker. Jazz had always been one of her more favoured genres of music, and it had been a while since she actually got out of the apartment to enjoy herself, but God forbid she stay up this late when she had the stupidly early shift at The Coffee Pot the next morning.

Aya had been sitting at a small table for the past thirty minutes now, waiting. Although the relaxing jazzy tunes being played were very pleasing to the ear, Aya was growing impatient. She tapped her foot under the table, quicker and quicker as each minute passed, arms folded. Although she believed it wasn't the right day to go for a night out, Aya had put in quite the effort to make herself look nice today. She had put on more mascara and silvery blue eye shadow than she usually did, and even decided to wear the dark blue off shoulder top she saved for those special nights out. Aya liked to think she looked especially classy tonight, and it somewhat disappointed her that her friend — who always had something to say about how she rarely went out or how sloppy her makeup looked — was taking her sweet time getting here.

Aya sighed, instead letting the jazz music soothe her head. She didn't want to be in a sour mood when her co-worker finally arrived, even though she found her tardiness quite annoying. She was the one who had managed to drag Aya out of her usual secluded nights in, after all. Aya didn't take out her phone, continue to tap her foot, or curse under her breath about how late her friend was. She just listened and welcomed the music into her cluttered mind, drowning out the sounds of her fellow, seemingly more excitable human beings. That was what she had come here to do, right?

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Since I've joined a bit late, is there anything important I need to know about the current events going on in the IC?

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

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A Y A

K A G A M I N E

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N A M E:
Aya Kagamine

A G E:
22

A P P E A R A N C E:
A skyscraper of a Japanese woman, Aya stands at around 5'9. Her hair is soft and thick, and her eyes are quite thin and sharp. There's also a small beauty spot at the bottom of her lip. Funnily enough, her eyebrows are quite thin, something her friends usually tease her for.

H E I G H T:
5'9

W E I G H T:
132 lbs

L I K E S:
Reading
Racoons
Spicy food
Scaring away flocks of pigeons (when there's no one around, of course.)
Writing
Taking walks in the park
Playing with her trusty guitar/keyboard
Chewing gum

D I S L I K E S:
Beaches (or more specifically, sand)
Sweet food
Heavy rain
Aeroplanes
The deep end of the swimming pool (or the fucking sea)
Getting lost in the middle of nowhere
Lettuce (there's a story behind that)
Writing that's way too small to read

Z O D I A C S I G N:
Capricorn

S P E C I A L T A L E N T:
Aya can play the guitar and the piano very well. Also, force her into a karaoke night and she'll destroy any singer who dares to cross her path.

O C C U P A T I O N:
Aya is a barista at The Café Pot. Every other week she'll even perform on the weekends with her trusty guitar, playing simple tunes to liven up the café and earn herself some extra cash.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Although her job requires her to be as sociable and well-mannered as possible, Aya is a generally aloof person in other social situations. She appears to be the calm and level-headed type, but she is, in reality, a firework waiting to be set off. Stubborn and having a no-nonsense and blunt attitude, Aya doesn't really attract much positive attention. She has a very sarcastic sense of humour and usually comes off as unapproachable and intimidating, even if she's really doing her best not to. And of course she knows that getting mad at the slightest things or the stupidest of peoples isn't always wise. Sometimes, it just sort of... happens.

But past events haven't just shaped her into the woman she appears to be today. Aya's had her not-so-good moments, and right now she seems to be in the midst of a very big one. She's confused, she's stressed, and the only way she's able to handle it is to bottle everything up and end up acting like an ass to everybody. She doesn't necessarily want to act like this towards her friends and other people, but sometimes, just like her short temper, it just sort of happens.

Aya may be a bit difficult to understand and talk to, but she's just looking for people she can rely on and people she can be happy with. It's going to be hard to get her out of that awkward, angry shell of hers, but even Aya is seeking to change that for the better.

B I O:
Ever since not so little Aya was born, her single mother had always been struggling to keep their lives together. From their apartment to their bookstore that was barely standing on its feet financially, the first few years of Aya's time walking on Earth was a hard time for her mother. However, not wanting her child to be affected by such things, a smile would cover her stress, and laughter would conceal her sadness. Aya was still young then, so she never really noticed.

Then, in her first year of high school, her mother fell ill after overworking herself. It would take about a month or so for her to fully recover, but that month would be the time where Aya realised what her mother had been going through the second she was born. It was painful to discover such things at a time of bleakness and distress. It was the first time when Aya had felt like such a great burden, and she wanted to do anything that would stop her from being one.

Aya had a deep passion for writing short stories, and an even deeper passion for creating her own music ever since childhood, but the realisation that those music lessons and idly daydreaming about new story ideas was taking a toll on her mother's health, their money, and her own school grades was boiling an inner conflict within her. All that time she could have spent doing something productive like getting a part time job or putting more effort into studying more academic subjects, wasted. At that time, it seemed that Aya had been chasing her dreams of becoming a writer or a musician without considering the negative consequences at all. Would it be enough to fill Aya's pockets when she desperately needed it? Going for a much more 'praised' job would have been, well, better, right?

Then, the time finally came for the two to part ways. Aya would have to make her own breakthrough into the real world, leaving her mother behind with extra space in the house and more money to spend and leaving herself filled with worry concern. Weekly phone calls would become a thing once Aya had moved in elsewhere, and the only thing the woman hoped for was that her mother would pick up every single time she called.

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I'm a roleplayer from the UK who's been writing for about 2 years on site, but the whole roleplaying thing started a few years before. Depending on how busy or motivated I am I can usually get around 2-3 posts out each week, maybe more depending on post lengths and if I have the free time. I just like to write about pretty ladies, I guess.

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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Aya

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A Y A

K A G A M I N E

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N A M E:
Aya Kagamine

A G E:
22

A P P E A R A N C E:
A skyscraper of a Japanese woman, Aya stands at around 5'9. Her hair is soft and thick, and her eyes are quite thin and sharp. There's also a small beauty spot at the bottom of her lip. Funnily enough, her eyebrows are quite thin, something her friends usually tease her for.

H E I G H T:
5'9

W E I G H T:
132 lbs

L I K E S:
Reading
Racoons
Spicy food
Scaring away flocks of pigeons (when there's no one around, of course.)
Writing
Taking walks in the park
Playing with her trusty guitar/keyboard
Chewing gum

D I S L I K E S:
Beaches (or more specifically, sand)
Sweet food
Heavy rain
Aeroplanes
The deep end of the swimming pool (or the fucking sea)
Getting lost in the middle of nowhere
Lettuce (there's a story behind that)
Writing that's way too small to read

Z O D I A C S I G N:
Capricorn

S P E C I A L T A L E N T:
Aya can play the guitar and the piano very well. Also, force her into a karaoke night and she'll destroy any singer who dares to cross her path.

O C C U P A T I O N:
Aya is a barista at The Café Pot. Every other week she'll even perform on the weekends with her trusty guitar, playing simple tunes to liven up the café and earn herself some extra cash.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Although her job requires her to be as sociable and well-mannered as possible, Aya is a generally aloof person in other social situations. She appears to be the calm and level-headed type, but she is, in reality, a firework waiting to be set off. Stubborn and having a no-nonsense and blunt attitude, Aya doesn't really attract much positive attention. She has a very sarcastic sense of humour and usually comes off as unapproachable and intimidating, even if she's really doing her best not to. And of course she knows that getting mad at the slightest things or the stupidest of peoples isn't always wise. Sometimes, it just sort of... happens.

But past events haven't just shaped her into the woman she appears to be today. Aya's had her not-so-good moments, and right now she seems to be in the midst of a very big one. She's confused, she's stressed, and the only way she's able to handle it is to bottle everything up and end up acting like an ass to everybody. She doesn't necessarily want to act like this towards her friends and other people, but sometimes, just like her short temper, it just sort of happens.

Aya may be a bit difficult to understand and talk to, but she's just looking for people she can rely on and people she can be happy with. It's going to be hard to get her out of that awkward, angry shell of hers, but even Aya is seeking to change that for the better.

B I O:
Ever since not so little Aya was born, her single mother had always been struggling to keep their lives together. From their apartment to their bookstore that was barely standing on its feet financially, the first few years of Aya's time walking on Earth was a hard time for her mother. However, not wanting her child to be affected by such things, a smile would cover her stress, and laughter would conceal her sadness. Aya was still young then, so she never really noticed.

Then, in her first year of high school, her mother fell ill after overworking herself. It would take about a month or so for her to fully recover, but that month would be the time where Aya realised what her mother had been going through the second she was born. It was painful to discover such things at a time of bleakness and distress. It was the first time when Aya had felt like such a great burden, and she wanted to do anything that would stop her from being one.

Aya had a deep passion for writing short stories, and an even deeper passion for creating her own music ever since childhood, but the realisation that those music lessons and idly daydreaming about new story ideas was taking a toll on her mother's health, their money, and her own school grades was boiling an inner conflict within her. All that time she could have spent doing something productive like getting a part time job or putting more effort into studying more academic subjects, wasted. At that time, it seemed that Aya had been chasing her dreams of becoming a writer or a musician without considering the negative consequences at all. Would it be enough to fill Aya's pockets when she desperately needed it? Going for a much more 'praised' job would have been, well, better, right?

Then, the time finally came for the two to part ways. Aya would have to make her own breakthrough into the real world, leaving her mother behind with extra space in the house and more money to spend and leaving herself filled with worry concern. Weekly phone calls would become a thing once Aya had moved in elsewhere, and the only thing the woman hoped for was that her mother would pick up every single time she called.

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I'm a roleplayer from the UK who's been writing for about 2 years on site, but the whole roleplaying thing started a few years before. Depending on how busy or motivated I am I can usually get around 2-3 posts out each week, maybe more depending on post lengths and if I have the free time. I just like to write about pretty ladies, I guess.

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A new character to add to the RP, possibly?

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@Inkarnate Doing good, good good.

Breakfast University Of Magic

#hildadidnothingwrong, but Jay puts her in the worst possible situations anyways.

Breakfast University Of Magic

H I L D A

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Another student approached the quarreling pair - a girl this time, it seemed - and tried to ease the conflict between the two; how the girl would stand a chance against that muscular beast was beyond Hilda. But perhaps the student was not as frail as her physical appearance made her out to be. Either way, Hilda hoped, no, she prayed that the girl had some sort of powerful magic spell she could use to somehow break the fight up.

Hilda almost screamed when the colossal being reached out at the girl, grabbing her head in his giant hand.

Had it not been for the smaller boy in grey, Hilda knew that girl wouldn't have gotten out of this situation without extremely serious injury. With the much larger student's arm now pinned to the ground, Hilda felt some sense of relief. All they needed now was an actual teacher to put a stop to this unnecessary violence.

Then the boy was flung into the air, and Hilda let out a small shriek. Although her years of combat training had honed her reflexes enough to be able to immediately retreat from the table, they didn't seem fast enough to escape the flying plates of leftovers and the glass of milk she was about to drink. Her milk splashed all over her jeans and breadcrumbs stuck to her woolen jumper, and in that second all Hilda could say to herself was 'Why'. It was better than her own blood, at least.

But despite her clothes now being in an horribly filthy state, Hilda visually expressed much more concern for the boy that had just crashed into her table. As she outstretched an arm to help him he gave her a weary smile, before turning his head towards the giant that was now striding towards him. Hilda felt the ground shake after each step the thing took, and soon, she felt herself quavering in her combat boots. And it wasn't from the cold this time.

It was getting closer and closer, and Hilda was not in any position to think of a solution to this fight. She had no idea what to do. There was nothing she could do.

Six metres. One more step and she would be within his attacking range. Hilda drew in a sharp, frightened breath; in that moment, Hilda would have certainly sprinted in the opposite direction.

Instead, her battle instincts decided to kick in, and in an instant she found herself directly facing the colossal figure and standing as tall as she could to protect the boy in grey.

Hilda exhaled. Maybe there was a chance she would end up covered in her own blood. Again.

@TheHangedMan

Breakfast University Of Magic

#hildadidnothingwrong

• 葉隱 •

K A G U R A

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The early morning had been a strenuous one for Kagura. She had awoken long before the sunlight filtered through the forest trees to hear the birds call, and as the sun's rays grew brighter with each heavy step she took, Kagura seemed to be one foot behind finding a plentiful breakfast. She had settled for nothing but handpicked berries for yesterday's morning meal, and went without any sort of food to end last night. Her tongue felt painfully dry and her limbs, usually moving with great confidence and strength, seemed to slug behind her. Her pacing towards an unknown destination was not as swift as the days before, and with each new day as her food supplies got smaller, Kagura would ask the forest to not be so cruel the next coming morning. Today, it seemed, the forest had once again ignored her plea.

An hour passed, and Kagura was still wading through the morning mist. Although her movements grew slow, her senses remained sharp, hoping to hear an animal's crinkling steps against fallen autumn leaves. She tried to keep the grip around her bow firm and tight, her footsteps careful and quiet, but with each minute her body seemed to be doing the opposite. The sunrise began to shine bright in Kagura's tired eyes, and all she could do was moan at her misfortune.

Yet another hour of roaming over uneven levels of forestry passed, and the sun had gone from a vibrant orange to a pale yellow. At that time, Kagura began to question why she had woken up at an unnecessarily early hour. Aside from herself, the towering trees and shrubs that were rooted into the soil, and perhaps the occasional whistle of a bird, everything around Kagura seemed to be dead. Dead still, more like.

But her stomach and the arrows that sat in her quiver were hungry for some meat. Just the thought of having some rabbit meat roasting over a fire was what kept Kagura struggling through this skeletal forest. She licked her lips sore, the imaginary taste of and hunger for rabbit proving too much for the weary teen.

Then, as if the forest had graced her with a solution to her cracking lips and limp tongue, Kagura's ears picked up the sound of running water. She darted straight towards it.

And there it was, a shallow river sheltered by thin trees. She leapt onto the riverside, kneeling on the pebbles and plunging her free hand into the flowing water. Cold. Clear. It looked safe enough.

Kagura made no hesitation in downing as much as she water as she could stomach, cupping her hands to drink as well as wash the dirt off her face and out of her hair. If, or rather, when she found something to call breakfast, she could bring it back here. It had almost been a week since she had found her last clean river, and two and a half days since her flask ran dry. Kagura expressed her gratitude in a triumphant yell, thirst quenched and energy slowly returning.

With a full flask of water and a small pouch of berries from the bushes behind her, Kagura felt prepared for a hunt. Or rather, she was starting to feel a bit more lucky.

And lucky, she was! The tables turned as soon as she spotted living, breathing breakfast after walking a couple of miles away from the river. There, in a small clearing where all the sunlight poured into, a pheasant. Kagura could feel the drool running from the side of her mouth; she hadn't had pheasant in months.

The bird was big, the bird was fat, and Kagura was very, very hungry.

Crouched behind a prickly shrub, she drew her bow. Slowly, carefully, she drew her arrow further back and waited. A minute passed as she watched the bird pecking at the undergrowth. Kagura closed her eyes and uttered something under her breath, and upon opening them she saw the pheasant begin to move.

Then, she let go of the arrow.

Kagura grinned, giving the forest her thanks for not ignoring her plea.