Renny

Star Wars: A New Force

@AHeartlessNobody For sure, let's get it going.

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@Dezuel I forgot to mention that Lisa isn't apart of Ichikawa, she's actually apart of Nobuya. I gotta add that into her Bio.

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* * * April 28th * * *

Natsu had remained stoic as the Karasoto team had approached. He had never been a fan of those that talked thrash or for that matter anyone that talked too often. While he hid it rather well, Nanashi-san was one of those people that aggravated him. The way he talked, especially at the moment, was far too lively, too happy. It brought fresh pain to his own self-torture.

One of the members of Karasoto, a blonde haired-blue eyed casanova bowed towards him and made some comment that sounded ill-prepared and wrong. Natsu wouldn't dignify it with a response because he knew it wasn't meant for him ... that was unless the boy had been batting for the other side. A shiver ran up his spine, causing him to jolt slightly, but it was all for nothing.

No sooner had he said that, did a truly, fascinating beauty speak from Natsu's shadowed-left. She wore Nobuya's blazer stylishly over a pure blouse as she returned Ternal's bow. "Unfortunately I don't get the chance to battle today." Her voice was nice and inviting. She spared a side-eyed glance at Natsu, a purposeful yet pleasant smile on her face. "I'll be acting as substitute coach for Nobuya's gunpla club this evening."

Natsu found it easy to ignore everyone amidst the adjoining chaos. Soon Team Chasers had arrived, confronting Sousuke with a obvious lack of caution and seemingly ... a vendetta. Deep in his mind, Natsu found a place of silence to mull over himself. "... I'm nervous." he uttered on the wind. He grabbed Echo Barbatos' case tight in his hands. "Too many egos, not enough battling." he continued.

"It's nice to meet you, Ternal ... Kayl, Syo. Team Chasers and the unnamed gunpla club of Ichikawa. Give me the honor of welcoming you all to Nobuya Academy and leading you the tournament arena." She greeted, curtsying in an odd-western-fashion towards the group of battlers.

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@Double I thought about that too lol. But I figured it was better than nothing. If one of you thinks of something better we can change it later.

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@Crimson Lion@Double Sorry about the hold up guys. I caught a bad case of writer's block today.

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* * * April 28th * * *

Natsu stood between Nanashi-san and Sousuke-san, staring up at the grand institution known as Nobuya Academy. There was a notable irritation in his dead blue eyes. Even as he stood dumbfounded by the gray color of the extravagant school--which was a mildly-futuristic outlook of his own--he felt that prod of familiarity again.

The question. Have I been here before? arose three times.

Natsu Saisei watched Sousuke tip his hat down with a foxish flare. The blue-themed boy stepped to mimic his position and firmly grabbed his own neck. A tightened push on one side created a crackle of noise. With a sigh he said, "I'm ready to pummel'em all. Also, Nanashi-san, on the way here I was thinking of a few names for our group ..." He paused, slightly abashed. "The Definities. I thought hard about it and we're near nothing alike but we all have our definitions of Gunpla. It brought us together and I think it makes us who we are. So ... why not?"

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@Crimson Lion Well I'd like to go ahead and get over to the tournament if its not an inconvenience to anyone. We have a player incapable of posting until then it seems.

Bleach

@jynmi88 Awesome. Now I can get to work on my Soul Reaper.

Bleach

@jynmi88 Just wondering. You seem to have the right idea, I was only worried that interest would start waning.

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* * * April 28th * * *

Natsu felt an odd sensation the next day as he laid on his poorly-made bed. It was deeper, darker. A vortex of emotion that threatened to swallow him hold ... and yet, it was near impossible, no matter how much he wanted to, to ask for help. He trudged onto the edge of his full-size bed, his jogging pants a mess of wrinkles, his hair a old blue feather duster. He sighed and with that felt an ever-so-light release of that miasma in his heart.

I don't wanna go to school today ...

After washing up and putting on his uniform he opened his door, only to see Yuma sleeping across the narrow hallway. He was wrapped tightly in his white linen, his eyes staring intently at Natsu. They demanded that he stand still. "Natsu you're depressed, bro. Over something completely understandable but you can't avoid me because of it."

Natsu tightened his jaw. "You don't think I know that?"

"Most people do, doesn't stop them from running away from it."

Natsu was at a lost for words. So he remained quiet. "If you need to talk come to me, Natsu. I'm not only your brother, or your Gunpla builder, less not forget I'm also your best friend." Yuma shrugged off his covers and stood up, revealing how bonny he had become. Natsu turned his eyes to the floor. "I met a kid 'round my age yesterday in the hospital. I think his illness was terminal."

"...Oh. That's why you wrecked your room last night?" he accused. "So what man, you'll be okay. I got this from smoking and I'm sure that kid got his from somewhere too, you don't get sick like this out of the blue. So don't worry." Yuma reached out to clasped his shoulder but Natsu sidestepped it in a fit and started the down the stairs.

"Natsu?"

He hurriedly grabbed his backpack, slid on his shoes, and slammed the door behind him.

"Natsu!" Though he was out door, he imagine his brother ruffling his black hair in frustration. "Shit!"

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The moment he got near school, he felt the grey overcome him and jumble everything together. His eyes glazed over with a sense of boredom. Knew he wouldn't get it. He ruins everything by jumping recklessly ahead ... I was happy it wasn't me. That it was him on the chopping block instead.

The school day was host to a new endless tone, even as he was called on, he let auto-pilot handle his life. At least he would until a bit of color emerged during Gunpla Club.