Thundercrash — Roleplayer Guild

Minako Ikeda

Location: Campus grounds → Control Room Arena

Interacting with: Devon Slater → Cecilia Lovelace (used with @lovely complex’s permission and assistance) → Amy Stevenson (@Lasrever), Kayla Styles (@BeastofDestiny)

Mood: Conflicted/Angry → Defeated → Conflicted → Nervous → Neutral/Respectful → Determined → Happy → Concerned

3:00 PM

Minako Ikeda was not happy. At the moment, she was making her way across the school grounds from her dorm, listening to some calming music through her headphones and very conscious of the laptop in her backpack; more specifically, the information contained within it. That information had been the reason that she had left a message for her father, and was the reason why she was now waiting for him to call her back.

A ringing sound interrupted her music, and she touched a button on her headset. “Hello Father.”

“Minako. I only have a few minutes, is there something you need?”

”Yes.” Minako's eyes narrowed as she walked. ”Why are you running background checks on all of my friends?”

“I was curious to know who they were.” 

The nonchalance in her father’s voice set Minako’s teeth on edge. ”You invaded their privacy, Father. It isn’t right.”

A sigh filtered through her headphones. “Minako, I have been doing background checks on the people you’ve met since your mother and I chose the doctor who delivered you. You are in a new school with people you’ve never met before, you can hardly blame me for wanting to make sure you’re safe.”

”Then why not do one on every person in the school?”

“Because that’s a lot of names to run down. I needed to prioritize.”

She stopped walking, mouth open slightly at the sheer audacity and simplicity of his tone, as though his answer was the most natural thing in the world to say. She had only been joking in anger, she wanted to believe that he wouldn’t do such a thing. On the other, she could readily see him running checks on everyone at Mayweather and Delphina. In fact, she’d be very surprised if he hadn't done checks on all the staff as soon as the decision for her to attend had been made. 

Rubbing her eyes, Minako continued walking. ”Then why did you send me the results, Father? How can I keep this from my friends?”

Another sigh came through her earpieces, this time heavy and slightly sad. ”Because you are an adult now, Minako, and this is the modern world. Despite what some of your more… old-fashioned relatives may think, it is not my right to decide what you can do and who you may and may not associate with. I can only give you my advice if you want it. I sent you the results because I wanted to make sure that you could make an informed decision. What you do with it is your choice.” There was a slight pause. “Looks like we’re starting back up again, I have to go. This Mireworks fellow is detestable, if we don’t finish this quickly I think Akiko is going to strangle him. I look forward to hearing how your classes go.”

With that, he hung up, leaving Minako biting her lip and in a more conflicted state than she had been in before. The best thing to do would be to admit what her father had done, but she wasn’t sure how everyone would take it. She suspected that more than a few would be very upset. 

3:10 PM

When she reached the control room, headphones stowed away in her backpack and quite pleased that she more or less had a handle on where everything was on campu), there was only one occupant: a very severe looking woman that reminded Minako a great deal of her mother. It was mostly in the eyes, a stern, watchful gaze that you knew missed nothing and analyzed everything. While Minako could not meet Cecilia Lovelace’s gaze (she suspected that using one’s powers on a teacher, even by accident, would not leave a very good first impression), nor did she shrink from it. She had spent almost the entirety of her life living with those eyes on her. Instead, she strode into the room with as much confidence as she could muster, and bowed. ”Good afternoon, Mrs. Lovelace. Minako Ikeda, here as requested.”

“Prompt. If only your colleagues approached their obligations with a similar attitude."

The elder teacher’s tone was entirely neutral, betraying nothing, something else that Minako was quite familiar with from her father. From all that she knew, Cecilia Lovelace was an extremely… controlled individual. ”Being early gives one a chance to prepare, and it is better than arriving late, Miss.” Practice kept Minako’s tone equally neutral and even, albeit polite. 

Again, Mrs. Lovelace’s expression did not change, only blinking once as she briefly eyed the girl in front of her. “You’re Devon Slater’s daughter.” A statement of fact, not a question.

”Yes Miss. My mother and he send their regards.”

More silence followed. “Records say you transferred the first day of vacation.” 

Minako nodded. ”There were other obligations that my father and I had to attend to, Mrs. Lovelace. My focus, however, is here.”

With her arms crossed, Mrs. Lovelace held herself tall, back straight, never a slight emotion written on her fair face, an aura of wealth, class, and power, as her crisp voice sharply responded, “Word of advice, since you're already off to a good start; I'm the teacher who will learn the most about you, and my expectations are high."

Here, at least, her father’s information was proving useful, and Minako truly sympathized with Eliana. Minako was no stranger to demands for perfection, though in her case her immediate family seemed to recognize that there was a time and place. If the frustration that she sensed from the elder Lovelace child was any indication, coupled with the impression that Minako was getting now, then Eliana had no such respite. Perhaps it was fortuitous that they had met that night. 

Minako raised her eyes as far as she would dare risk. ”And I shall exceed them, Mrs. Lovelace.”

For the second time since Minako had entered, Mrs. Lovelace’s piercing blue eyes traveled up and down the girl’s body, committing even the most minute detail to memory. “I expect nothing less.”

Sensing that the conversation was concluded, Minako turned and made her way to the back wall, setting down her back and sitting down a short distance from the door. Making herself comfortable, she let her eyes drift closed, and unbeknownst to her a soft violet glow illuminated them from within as she slipped into an internal trance. She had some time. 

3:28 PM

The vibration of her phone alarm roused Minako from her trance, and she opened her eyes to find the room slightly more populated than it had been before. There were a couple people she didn’t recall the names for, but that was to be expected. Others however, she did recognize. 

Of course, she recalled Lucas’s face, and was pleased to see that he had apparently recovered none-the-worse for wear. Another… interesting sight was Elijah. She hadn’t had a chance to speak with him again since the night that she had arrived, and that was a conversation that she very much wanted to continue, even though he hadn’t been entirely the most pleasant conversationalist. 

By far, however, the ones that Minako enjoyed seeing the most were her new friends. ”Kayla! Amy!” Slipping through the group, she embraced both girls, smiling happily. ”I thought that I had seen your names in the email. I must admit, I was surprised to receive it, given how new I am.”

The expression on Kayla’s face made her pause, and Minako frowned. ”Are you alright, Kayla? You don’t look well. Are you nervous?”

7872

Interacting with: Christine Ramirez @Nallore, Oliver Harper @smarty0114, Everyone

7872’s eyes flicked to her former cellmate. Interesting. Already there was someone useful among the group; having an additional person with medical training would go a long way to ensuring the survival of the overall group. ”There do not appear to have been any injuries as a result of the crash. However, there are two tasks that you can assist me with.”

As she turned to leave, ignoring the girl who had joined them and was attempting to beguile the pilot, a sudden scream drew her attention. ”That situation may have changed. You will follow.”

Moving quickly but calmly, she returned to the main group, which was hastily attempting to return to the ship’s interior. She was curious than concerned about the presence of something in the trees; in all likelihood, it was some sort of native animal. If it was predatory, it wasn’t likely to attack the main group unless it had a significant size advantage. Without that, it would simply be too risky. If it was a prey animal, that it was even more unlikely to attack. In fact, all the commotion by the others had probably scared it off. 

Now was not the time for such ponderings, however. She pushed her way to the male carrying the girl. ”This way, follow.” Still, her voice carried that same flat tone. Leading the way to what was likely the pilot’s living quarters, she gestured to the bed. ”Set her down there. I will take a look at her.” She turned to the group gathering behind her. ”Everyone except her,” she pointed to Christine, ”get out. She will need room to calm down.” For probably the first time since leaving solitary, 7872’s tone changed, implying that “no” was not going to be an acceptable response.

She turned her attention back to the patient, looking her over with a neutral expression. ”You do not appear to be injured. Likely just shock. Please describe what you saw.”

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