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As the funny bathhouse lady thought about what to say, Tomo glanced around at the workers scurrying here and there. She tried to meet their gazes and offer up friendly waves, but none of them would so much as glance at her at the moment, so she turned back to Mai with a huff. At least she seemed nice enough. She didn't really seem like she loved to hang out with humans, either, but at least she was friendly about it. As for the contracts...Tomo kind of did remember something like that, but thinking about it made her head hurt and just gave her fuzzy images, so she decided not to ponder too much on it.

At the mention of food, Tomo perked up. Come to think of it, she was starving, and now would be the perfect time to show off how much she could stuff in her mouth. She skipped after Mai as she went, chirping, "That sounds super great! Thanks a lot! You're way nicer than everyone else here," she added with a tiny whisper before falling back to talk with the other kids, a giggle on her lips.

In particular, Tomo approached the girl with the notepad from earlier. She hadn't said anything the whole time, as far as Tomo could remember. That made her seem kinda shy, and right now she looked dejected to boot, so Tomo thought she'd cheer her up a bit. After all, if this group needed anything, it was a bit more brightness. "Boo!" Tomo said as she came closer. She offered the other girl a wide, toothy grin. "What's your name? I'm...Tomo! Mai said we should talk more, and I think we should. We've gone pretty far together, but we hardly know each other!"
Hahaha, sorry I haven't been checking the OOC. I underestimated third year high school despite the past two years of warnings, so it pretty much already takes a lot of effort to post in the IC alone @_@ I would've loved to check it out, Lugubrious, but I don't think I can join any more RPs at this point. ^ ^; I'm sorry. Maybe someday we can all roleplay again, though!

I agree wholeheartedly as well, though; nothing's really been happening for the past page. I suppose since both of you are leaving anyway, I ought to go as well, unless Vita decides to move the plot onwards, though it seems unlikely at this point :/

It was nice meeting a dedicated albeit small group, and I also hope to see you again someday! ^ ^; Goodbye!
Aiko raised an eyebrow at the call; clearly Kenji's carefree mannerisms had repercussions after all. Whoever was on the other end of the line sounded less than happy with whatever it was Kenji was lacking this time. "Oh, I'm fine with my own studies, thank you," she scoffed, and eyed his phone, which he had stuck in his pocket. "And who was that, hm? It's sounds like you're in quite a deal of trouble, Kenji-kun." This would certainly be an interesting topic for gossip. Little details into other people's lives always interested her.

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Honestly, Crisis Sonata was surprised that Breaker did actually decide to stick around for a while. He'd never come across as a bookworm to her. Then again, maybe all serious and quiet people liked to read. Boring. Shrugging, Crisis sat back into one of the chairs in the lounge, crossing her legs and glancing between the room's inhabitants. At the comment about living alone, she sniffed and waved her hand dismissively in the air. "Oh, enough about me. Let's talk about you," she said sarcastically, without really agreeing or disagreeing with Breaker's inference.

In any case, he lost interest with the lounge pretty quickly, and soon Crisis was forced to stand lazily and wave the two residents of the castle goodbye, again not caring whether they payed her attention at this point. The lady seemed pretty focused, and focused people were no fun. As for the man...Well, whatever. Quicksilver Seraph walked pretty fast, and she didn't seem the dilly-dallying type of woman. The question she had posed to the other Egos, however, intrigued Crisis, and she found herself asking as they entered the kitchen, "What are these games you speak of?" As she asked, Crisis took a cup from the stacks and paused, deciding on what to get. Her stare lingered questioningly on the sleeping Midwinter's Envoy for a moment, but she overall concluded that it was best to ignore him because they were on tour.
whew! post UP! /falls dead to the ground
Tori didn't think she'd be seeing Master Yoru again so soon, nor did she think she would ever think of him as not the meanest person in this place (or dream, or whatever it really was). It was obvious now, though, that Lady Katashi was the most unpleasant person in the Bathhouse. Her orders aimed towards Yoru alone sounded suspicious. Even the piglet in Yoru's hands was nervous, and it had the right to be, the children soon discovered when its squeals and screeches ripped across the large room, accompanied by the roar of something...something possibly more unpleasant than Katashi. Tori choked on her breath, quickly averting her gaze from Yoru's (seemingly) nonchalant expression and whatever was past that tiny door. Out of this room...she couldn't wait until she was out of this room.

Finally, the last girl signed her contract; thank goodness. Lady Katashi didn't seem like an amicable enough person-thing to spare everyone else at the blunder of even one of them; Tori wasn't sure what Katashi would've done if the other girl hadn't signed it. She sent a grimace towards the other girl, sending a mental message of Geez, that was close! her way, and politely turned back to listen to whatever other cruel nonsense Katashi was going to spout, although Tori's fingers still wiggled restlessly behind her back, and she fixed her eyes at the wall right behind the witch to avoid throwing up at her disgusting expressions. Oh, no offense, of course.

She couldn't keep her eyes away, though, when her name magically peeled itself off her contract as if in a cartoon, and flew into the hand of the old hag in front of them. Tori watched in awe as the letters rearranged themselves. Before she could really read what the words now spelled, the letters flew towards her face, and she yelped, throwing her arms up the shield her face, but the word already flashed in her mind:

Tomo.

Tomo? What was that?

Slightly disoriented, Tomo(? That was always her name, right? Wasn't it?) took a while to process Yoru's sudden loss of composure, and suddenly, everything seemed a lot stranger and alien than before, while also so much more real. It was a bit too weird for poor Tomo, who nearly fell completely over as she was thrown out the room screaming by the same magic that had dragged her in. What? What did Katashi say? She was lying? But what was that supposed to...?

As Tomo stood in the rapidly dropping lift, she really didn't know what to think anymore. Katashi's little bit about not leaving the Bathhouse kind of concerned her, but she wasn't sure what she could do about it, and considering what the witch seemed to think about humans, maybe she would change her mind and eventually release them when she was tired of watching them. Tomo breathed sharply, telling herself she'd make the best of her job or whatever it was before thinking about stuff like that.

Surprisingly, Yoru was acting rather kind (as kind as he could get, at least), and especially after Katashi's show of cruelty, he suddenly seemed like the friendliest person-thing ever. Tomo mentally took note of his advice, getting a bit used to staying quiet. She could've asked questions, but Yoru probably wouldn't have answered them. Besides, the doors now opened again, this time to a pleasant change of pace--a performance of some sort.

Whatever the original context had been, seeing such a ridiculous display that seemed to entertain even the other spirits was such an amusing sight that Tomo couldn't help but break into laughter even after Lady Katashi's dark display of power. At least it was now obvious that everyone agreed that Katashi was no good. For a moment, Tomo has assumed that all spirits were like Katashi or Yoru, and it was refreshing to come across a woman like the one prancing before them now.

The moment of joy, however, was short-lived, and the air grew heavy yet again at the mention of humans. Tomo's heart sank. What was it with these spirits and humans? What did humans ever do to them? Well, whatever the reason, Tomo would make sure that she and the other kids would change that! She looked around at the other children accompanying her indignantly, seriously hoping they shared the same conviction. "Don't worry! We won't let you down!" Tomo announced publicly. Although that probably wasn't the reason of their disgust, it would hurt to show them how enthusiastic she was going to be, would it? Optimism was the key word here!

A shout from Yoru sent the workers back where they came from, and a few formalities (if you could call them that) later, Tomo found herself staring at the funny big lady from earlier. She would commend her for her comedy, but it didn't seem like she was particularly happy with humans either, so Tomo resorted to puffing her chest out and declaring, "My name is...Tomo!" Was that always her name, though? This nagging feeling kept bothering her, but she decided to ignore it, as it wasn't exactly helping the situation.
Aiko giggled. Too bad; that was so close. It would've been funnier if he were asleep, and countless windows of opportunity would've opened for childish pranks and such...Well, whatever. Maybe next time. Presently Aiko began to twirl a lock of her hair in her fingers in sarcastic abashment, crooning, "Aww, you flatter me, Kenji-kun. I'm more of a solo-type though." One would think that Aiko was the type of person to join as many clubs as possible, but when it came to performance, she preferred being the main attraction. Groupwork didn't suit her, it seemed.

The latter offer caused Aiko to raise her eyebrows. "Hm. 'Return the favor,' you say?" she repeated with a sly edge to her voice. "Color me intrigued, then. What do you mean by that?"

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Breaker seemed particularly thoughtful at the moment; at least he tried to be polite to certain other Egos. Meh. Staying formal was boring anyway. Crisis broke into a grin at the obligatory homeward statement, clicking her tongue. "Oh, Breaky. Just pretend this is your home for now. It's a rather stunning home, in any case." She nodded gratefully to Seraph as she took the first step. "And thank you, Lady Seraph. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated by both of us, I'm sure."

Crisis walked quickly to keep up with their guide's speed, though her eyes skimmed over the brick walls as they went; they seemed to hold a special kind of iridescence to them. It was certainly a special building; on the inside, it seemed hardly foreboding and more mystical, really. Even outside the context of watching Breaker's reactions, Crisis was starting to be glad she took Seraph up on the offer.

The party's first stop was the lounge, as Breaker wanted so badly to see, and Crisis was surprised to see other Egos inside the building. In the first place, it might have been foolish for her to assume that Ironclad, Midwinter's Envoy, and Quicksilver Seraph lived in the gigantic castle alone, but that tended to be the connotation when the doors of a fortress are opened and you are met not with an army but with a small number of Alter Egos. "Yes, lovely indeed," Crisis chirped, and bowed to the other two Egos in the room, regardless of whether or not they were looking. "And it's nice to meet the two of you lovely people as well! As for that last question..." Crisis looked over to Breaker with one eyebrow up, an amused smirk on her face. "I'm eager to see the rest of the place, but I feel as if Breaky here might want to look around the lounge he was oh so curious about."
sadhbfhsadf I just want to apologize for not posting; every time I feel like I can put a post up, I can't finish it in time! There's a lot to write about. >_> I'm weaving together a post slowly, but I'm not sure when I can get it done...
Aiko continued to weave through the notes of the ballad, walking around the park and watching Kenji start to nod off in the corner of her eye. She wished it were polite to stare, because it would be extremely entertaining to do that now. This guy really was as sleepy as his rep said he was; one song and he was having a bit of trouble staying in the waking world. Gregory, on the other hand, sat up straight with the countenance of someone at an actual formal concert; Aiko wondered if other foreigners were so uptight, though she hardly really thought so. She finished up the entire performance with a final long note, and made another overdone bow afterwards.

She was about to check if Kenji was still awake, but was distracted with Greg's praise. His accent marred his pronunciations, but praise was praise, and she nodded to him with a conceited grin. "Why thank you. I do try." To her surprise, though, Greg got up and excused himself right afterwards, as if he'd come just to hear her sing. A very flattering prospect, but a bit upsetting nonetheless; she was hoping for a lengthy three-way bonding time; sure, she still had Kenji with her, but he wasn't exactly the most excitable person in the universe. A balance of character was always good to spice things up. "Hey, hold on..." Aiko started, but Greg had already disappeared around the corner. Sighing with a shrug and shaking her head, Aiko spun back around to face Kenji.

"So much for him, then. Hey, Kenji-kun, you still awake?"

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This was only getting better. Crisis Sonata had driven Breaker into a corner, and she was honestly surprised at how well he swiveled his demeanor around to make it sound like he was in on it too. Either Breaker actually was curious about the fortress, or Crisis had done a great job of boxing him in; she smugly accepted the latter as the true information.

if anyone was more against the idea than Breaker, it was Ironclad. The Alter Ego just went off and stomped away with a sorry excuse for a farewell; Crisis considered calling him back and insisting on his company (it would be something to see him clash with Breaker), but he'd made it clear that the only thing he was interested in at the moment was bashing heads on one of his metal armor plates from his immense collection of them. Instead, Crisis bit her cheek and mumbled, "What an irritable chunk of steel."

In any case, Seraph, at least, seemed thrilled by their acceptance. Suddenly Crisis was hit by the actual idea of actually seeing the rest of the huge castle; the possibilities seemed endless. She took a deep breath and put a hand to her chin, admiring the designs on the walls and the ceiling around them for a moment. "Hm. It certainly is a lovely place; I can't decide. Do you have any personal recommendations? Anything you want to see, Breaky?"
Aight then. I still wanna put a post up, but I'll see if I can't have one up in between attempts at scholarly bluffing schoolwork for Chem. OAO
Aiko watched Greg carefully as he accepted their offer and sauntered over, plopping into a swing next to Kenji. He was certainly very noticeable; the color of his hair stood out in a crowd, as had been proven earlier, and he was quite tall, with a face you couldn't really forget. A decidedly foreign-looking face. This certainly made an interesting audience, Aiko decided with a grin. Telling herself that she really needed to get into it now, Aiko dipped her head in a deep theatrical curtsy. "Absolutely free entertainment this afternoon, no strings attached, mmkay? So both of you just sit back, relax, and have a good time."

Having finished her vocalizations, Aiko skipped straight ahead to the intro of the song she had in mind, weaving the tune with vocables to set the mood. Ending the last, low-sweeping note of the introduction she lightly closed her eyes and began with the sombre notes of a ballad, some cheesily sad song about lovers having to break up or something, the usual subject of sombre ballads. Although she personally found the entire thing very corny, she put an effort into making it sound sad and tear-jerking, maybe too much effort to some people. Aiko was a very dramatic person, and she took pride in that as she walked around the area with blue notes tumbling and floating from her lips, her arms waving around in the air with every emphasized word, every lamentation straight from the heart of whatever depressed singer wrote this stuff. It was all a little over-the-top, though it couldn't be denied that Aiko did have talent, and maybe she could be just way too happy with that sometimes.

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Fantasy Sky Breaker himself didn't seem very thrilled by the whole ordeal, but at least he made a point. Startled by her own forgetfulness, Crisis Sonata immediately lowered herself in a long, deep bow, saying, "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Crisis Sonata!" As she stood back up, she gave Breaker a mischievous side-glance. "And yes, it has been a long day, though enjoying or loathing it really depends on your outlook on life, don't you think so, Breaky?"

At the mention of the Negative Midwinter's Envoy brought along, Crisis crossed her arms, a finger tapping. "Well, yes, we could see that," she said, sending a sharp sideways glare at the man skulking at one of the room's many doorways. "In that case, though, were you the ones who shot it down? We'll have to thank you immensely for that."

After an obligatory declaration of hospitality from Quicksilver Seraph, Ironclad brusquely took her away for a bit of a "private talk." Shrugging nonchalantly, Crisis turned to face Breaker with a smirk. "What a fancy place, eh? Makes you feel like a little itty bitty spot in a huge wide world." She glanced at Ironclad and Seraph, engaged in deep conversation. "Though it looks like someone doesn't want us snooping around. Oh well. I still think we should grace this lovely castle with our presence for a little longer."

Without waiting for a reply (more of a retort, really, knowing Breaker), Crisis bowed to Seraph and Ironclad again, now that they had come out of their little secret talk. "We appreciate your hospitality," she said. "Even if Breaky here is in such a rush, I think it'd be a waste not to take up this offer. Isn't it a long walk home, Breaky, wherever that is? I think we ought to take a rest in these lovely people's home, since the opportunity so graciously stands before us anyway."
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