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Post by Suzuki Hayato on Nov 4, 2017 23:21:27 GMT -5
It takes a moment for Suzuki to get his wits about himself as he slowly comes to consciousness, and the door swinging out of darkness is slightly disconcerting, to say the least. Nonetheless, he doesn't find himself all too put off, not when he has his glasses firmly placed across his face-- best to start with the most bare of the positives, at the very least!
There are others around him, and Suzuki looks over the other students, momentarily put off once again as his gaze falters upon some them. Ah, well. He wasn't the Super High-School Level Lucky Student, after all.
"U, uh, hey," Suzuki pauses as his voice comes out far too strained for his liking. Well, he edited the audio of people who used their voices, he didn't use his own voice, jeez. "Heeyyy everypo... every. One! Hey everyone."
God, this was going terribly.
"It's really nice to," he reaches for his glasses and runs his fingers across the rim, finding vague solace in the smooth metal, "meet you all. I think. Actually, we're captured, or something, maybe, so, so maybe not? Aha." He laughs, but it dies off awkwardly. "Aw, man. This is... This is nice. I... O, okay... Where exactly am I?! I, fuck, wait, I shouldn't square, I mean swear, I mean, oooohhhh jeeezzz..."
Suzuki pinches his nose and counts to twenty before letting himself breathe. The loss of oxygen helps steel his nerves a bit, and he lets himself smile again.
"Okay. Okay. We're trying this again. Hey. Every. One! My name is Suzuki Hayato, and I," he runs his fingers over the rim of his glasses once more, "am the Super High-School Level Audio Engineer. Thank you." He exhales, and the cold heat raging in his forehead calms down slightly. Nice!
Thanks, Santa Claus.
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Nov 4, 2017 23:23:34 GMT -5
🐧--- The idea of asking for help from someone they didn't even know almost made them scoff. What, did they look pathetic enough to come groveling to someone's feet for help? It almost offended them to some weird extent, but hearing a ghost of a snrk from the other party was enough for Osatsu to just let it pass by. They tilted their head to the side. A laugh. It's not clear if they're joking or not. --- 🐧
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Nov 5, 2017 0:54:09 GMT -5
—— "Hope's Peak Academy... is a wonderful place."
He finally answers Yanagi, having clearly mulled it over. It looked as if the other male was expecting an answer out of him specifically if his initial heavy eye contact was any indication, and he could not deny a request.
Even if it was only an implicit request.
"It's a school that scouts out only the most talented teenagers of their fields to be able to attend their facilities. Going on the assumption that we were all expecting to be Hope's Peak Academy students before we woke up here suddenly, I would wager that all sixteen of us were deemed the hopes of Japan in a sense-- you included, Yanagi-sama."
The butler looks at the other students, ripping his gaze away from the most confused soul of them all and glancing between the students that had yet to speak up.
"There are five people left whom we do not know. I suppose we also don't know what kind of work you perform, Yanagi-sama... but... Well, I suppose we shouldn't pressure you. Just a name to address with is suitable at this point for the convenience of conversation."
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Post by Karina Karamazov on Nov 5, 2017 3:26:22 GMT -5
For awhile, Karina stayed silent and still as she tried to piece together this predicament. Nothing felt right or made sense; even when she racked her head for how and why nothing came up. This completely unsettled her. To add onto her discomfort was being surrounded by strangers. How lovely.
The others slowly introduced themselves and, to her surprise, she recognized a few. Not at all what she was expecting, but that gave her some relief. Karina then decided that she should introduce herself too so it was over with, and she wouldn't be called out about it. That would be a complete nightmare. Taking two big steps away from the group, Karina waved her hands to grab some attention and curtsied for everyone.
"Hello... My name is Karina Karamazov and I am the Super High School Level Ballerina. It is a pleasure to meet you all."
She tried to finish her introduction with a warm smile, but it ended up looking pretty awkward and nervous. To save herself, Karina quickly raised a hand to cover her mouth and averted her eyes to the wall. Even though she can put on a good poker face, she'll never be able to get rid of her internal embarrassment. Oh well, she did her best and that was all that mattered to her.
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Post by Ishida Takane on Nov 5, 2017 3:43:02 GMT -5
Takane frowned as he took in the information that was being given out. The rest of them—save one, apparently—were hope's peak students as well. The boy who wasn't even sure of his own name was the most interesting, by far. Even in a room full of super high school level students, the one anomaly was the most notable. There was a lot to respond to. He first turned his attention back to the butler that had started this all. It would be quickest.
"Mukizu Gonkuro. I thought you seemed familiar. It's no small wonder you've gained the title of Super High School Level, you're renowned for what you do."
He tilted his head slightly and looked over at the rest of the room's occupants with a thoughtful gaze, slowly scanning them all again.
"It's as the rest of you are saying, I was supposed to attend Hope's Peak Academy as well. The fact that we're all here like this is suspicious, even moreso considering our circumstances. I doubt that this room is part of the academy, especially since the feeling of entering this room was so out of the realm of normalcy."
His gaze went to 'Yanagi' and stopped, and Takane unfolded his arms to point a single gloved hand the other's way.
"You're one of the least normal things in this room. The only one of us who isn't a super high school level student, at least not that he's aware of. I assume you're dealing with some form of amnesia, but I'm sure grilling you for information won't do anything but frustrate you and the rest of us. I would say that we keep our curiosities on the matter in check, no matter how burning they might be. That said, if you're hiding anything or remember anything, it would be smarter not to keep it quiet. The fact that you apparently have amnesia is already suspicious enough, you don't need anything else worsening that."
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Post by Ootani Yakumo on Nov 5, 2017 3:55:07 GMT -5
".....Well. You did ask for me to-," another snrk, "lend a hand, didn't you?"
He was only trying to be polite after all.
Upon being asked about well-being, he chuckled while lightly scratching his cheek
"Ah..., I don't think dissociating is the right word to use here, but I think i'm doing as fine as I can be in a situation like this." He just had the tendency to space out when thinking, is all.
But now that he wasn't spacing out for the time being, he could actually pay attention to the other students speaking. So once he had heard Suzuki and Karina's introductions, he waved at the two of them. Sending a warm smile before talking to Osatsu again.
"But-- astral projecting? Isn't that... pretty dangerous?"
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Post by Yanagi Tsuneo on Nov 5, 2017 6:38:46 GMT -5
Oh, wow, he suddenly seemed to have a lot of attention on him. Yanagi's eyebrows furrowed, peering quietly at the crowd in front of him before his hands slid into his pockets while he attempted to maintain a somewhat rational and calm facade. Even if it didn't seem to work, as he was approached by a rather demure-looking girl who seemed genuinely worried about him. Turning quietly to her, Yanagi lifted one hand to casually wave off her concern, though he didn't seem to be dismissive.
"Oh... Quite the contrary, Isayama-san... I feel fine, except for the, uh, not remembering anything part. It's frustrating." His cheeks tinted slightly at his apparent lack of eloquence, and, after a few moments, he bowed his head shamefully before, once again, he was being talked to (or, rather, talked at), and, for the first time, his concern was slightly alleviated by Mukizu explaining to him exactly, what, he was supposed to know about their education.
(Although, all he seemed to know was that he was in high school... Which was a startling lack of information.)
"Ah, thank you Mukizu-san, I appreciate it. But.. I don't understand how I could attend this school if I'm not exceptional at anything. Surely I'd remember?" In truth, his question seems less directed to anyone around him, but rather a question he asked himself-- which was only more humiliating... At least, it would be, if he cared enough to wonder what these other teenagers thought of him.
Finally, however, he was being... Pointed to, and his eyebrows raised sharply as he was... Simultaneously defended and accused. He wasn't sure what to think of what was being said to him, though after a few moments, he tapped his chin carefully, as though contemplative.
"There's no reason to believe that I am or am not a student of Hope's Peak, I realize. And I'm not sure what I myself believe, either," he murmurs, before his gaze pauses on each of the others in turn. "Though I also have no reason to believe any of your stories either, except for perhaps a sense of naivete and a willingness to believe one of my fellow teenagers has the ability to wipe my memory. Aside from that... I don't remember anything-- not my parents, or my birthday, or other things like that. It should be a simple task to prove if you can come up with simple information that I should know- but can prove that I don't."
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Post by Nagareboshi Koi on Nov 5, 2017 10:01:49 GMT -5
She dreams of the space between the stars, of the empty, swirling void swallowed by shadows.
A thousand tiny lights dapple the endless expanse, illuminating the inky infinity like the gentle nib of a white gel pen against paper wrapped up in navy and black. And yet, even though there are stars she cannot see, even though there’s hardly a space present not sparkling with burning lights, she feels as though the tenebrosity has coiled around her, imprisoning her in a cage of oblivion.
Their faces glisten with pale luminosity, countenances varying in expression— some floating closer to the edges of the sky, some clustering together in joyous unity. They form a pattern of radiance, each star bearing meaning and accomplishment—
and yet she still looms in the shadows.
They cannot hear her voice— she is one whisper among resonance, weak voice trembling under the booming power of all others. She is insignificant where they are center-stage.
She is nothing, isn’t she? She lies among a synthesis of grandiosity, feeling small and foolish. She holds so tightly to a world that was, her findings, her hours of slaving over textbooks and microscopes and light-tipped cleansing brushes all so meaningless in the grand scheme of the present. Life weaves a tapestry with every passing day, and she’s lost in piecing together forgotten scraps.
Fire blazes overhead, and she’s the only one who can hear. She doesn’t close her eyes, even though the swirls of red and orange and gold and ash burn brightly, reflecting off the gleam of her glasses— she just claps her hands over her ears and waits for the world to fall apart.
It takes all of her effort not to cry—
but then she wakes up.
A blanket of frigidity billows around her, spears of ice whipping though the thin texture of her uniform. Emerald tresses sway in relentless winds, and even though she wraps her arms around herself, the cold gives her no respite.
Walking feels so taxing, the snow blooming more coldness in the soles of her feet, and frost dances on the lenses of her glasses. Half-blindly, she drags herself through, heart racing with an uncertainty she’d never before known, anxiety pounding and reverberating in every little step she takes, fear that the cold might just swallow her swelling beneath her neurons—
when her hand curls around a doorknob.
Knowing warmth had to be near, she hungrily twists the knob and practically vaults herself into the heat of an insulated lounge. The pleasant tingling of thawing whistles on her fingertips, and she lets out a laborious exhale, embraced by both warmth and the knowledge that she had escaped a boreal fate beneath freezing shards of snow. A different kind of heat, however, spreads through her doubtlessly scarlet cheeks as she realizes that she’d earned herself some skeptical glances from a council of unfamiliar eyes.
Her voice is sweet and meek, a soft little melody that barely sings above the rest. Sheepishness clings to her every word, and she offers a tiny smile to the people standing before her, desperate to earn some comfort. She bows politely.
An awkward laugh follows her anxious introduction. Goodness gracious, she can only hope that she hasn’t just destroyed the atmosphere— she’d hate to become the very asteroid that silenced an entire species.
Okay, she was going to stop now.
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Post by Shimakage Seitaro on Nov 5, 2017 11:24:48 GMT -5
Shimakage certainly hadn't expected Yanagi to ask if he could shed any light on his past. After all, the two were perfect strangers, and asking someone else to fill in the gaps was just asking to be fucked with. But then, Shimakage was nothing if not an opportunist, so instead of babying the resident amnesiac like the girl in red seemed to want to, he allowed a cheeky grin to settle onto his features. But then Ishida began to talk, and Shimakage's eyes flickered over to the golfer. Isayama's intervention had been annoying enough (god, couldn't he extort a poor amnesiac in peace?), but true to form, the wealthiest person in the room - by his calculations, at least - just had to take control. Realistically, he figured that most of them had accumulated some type of wealth (they were all pros at what they did, after all), but only one of them seemed pompous enough to flaunt it.
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Post by Utazawa Fumio on Nov 5, 2017 11:42:58 GMT -5
Despite how strange the situation seemed to be, especially the moments leading up to waking up, Utazawa couldn't be any farther from nervous. Lodges were pretty sweet, plus...there were some really cute girls here. That was always a bonus! So, there was really nothing to stress about! Life was good.
As the others introduced themselves, however, he began to feel irritated by the sheer fact that he was stuck here with people like this. Damn, were they ever boring! All of this formality was too much for a party person like himself. It sucked that Tenshimizu wasn't here-- then these (presumably) friendless losers could see how real people interact! Only that Hirase chick seemed to get how to have fun.
"Alright! Enough waiting around-- the real star is finally here!"
He practically yells, hoping to grab everyone's attention.
And then...he dabs.
"Sup bros-- I'm Utazawa Fumio, but of course you already knew that! I'm too good for Hope's Peak, but I was gonna attend as the Ultimate Vocalist. Fitting title, don'tcha think?"
Now that that was out of the way, Utazawa looked back at Hirase and couldn't help but wonder how such a fun and beautiful girl could be left all alone. With a confident expression, he walks over to her and offers a wink before speaking at a normal volume for once.
"Heya, sweetheart. How are ya?"
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Post by Hirase Marin on Nov 5, 2017 13:33:18 GMT -5
After Mukizu explained himself, Hirase amended her introduction. "My official title according to Hope's Peak is Super High School Level Lifeguard! So I'm, like, really good at my job. But there's no need for '-sama', Mukizu-kun! We're all equals here, so just 'Hirase' is OK. Oh, that goes for everyone, since we're friends now!"
Ignoring the fact that she only knew the names and talents of the others, she already decided that everyone there could be considered her friend. If they were all SHSLs, then they were probably classmates, right? That made them friends, at least in her opinion. She listed off the names of everyone that had introduced themselves so far to make sure that she had everyone correct. "So there's Mukizu-kun, Komatsu-chan, Maru-chan, Ishida-kun, Yama-chan, Osatsu-kun, Ootani-kun, Yanagi-kun, Shimakage-kun, Suzuki-kun, Kara-chan, Boshi-chan, and Utazawa-kun...so we're just waiting on a few people to speak up! Yay!"
Hirase clapped her hands together and turned to smile at the boy who approached her.
"Utazawa-kun, like the Utazawa-kun? It's so nice to meet you in person! I hear your stuff on the radio at work all the time!"
She grabbed his hands and bounced up and down on her heels. Sure, he wasn't a cute girl, but he seemed fun enough. Everyone else was so stiff! Anyone who was willing to dab in front of other people was someone that she wanted as a friend.
"I'm good, how are you?"
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Post by Isayama Yaya on Nov 5, 2017 16:31:47 GMT -5
Yaya had given Yanagi a gentle smile at his omission of any injuries. Although her face still shown a painful amount of worry, she had sighed and smiled in defeat.
She had taken a step back, giving the boy more space.
She given the boy a bright smile before she had moved her attention elsewhere. This time to Shimakage. There been a slight bitter taste in her mouth when he had finished speaking.
She had done her best to give a friendly smile, despite of how nervous she had felt.
Avoiding conflict was the best course of action, it was the top tier choice of what to do. At least, to Yaya, she had thought as such. So, she had acted on the thought, hoping that Shimakage could forgive her for her bold nature, and understand.
She had bowed in apology- and looked up with a soft smile.
Another bow- but quicker then the first. She had gone to wait for a reply, but, seeing as Utazawa introduced himself; Yaya could not help, but to raise her head in wonder mixed with surprise. She had heard the name before, and the voice.
'Inside The Lines'... was it? Her friends had let her borrow a copy once to hear it.
How curious- that she would meet him here.
How curious it was- that there were several people she either heard or seen before were here.
She had remained silent as she kept the thoughts of past sight-seeing to herself.
For a moment, she had let the silence pass by, before coming to remember a piece of what the butler had said.
Her arms had folded, and the look in her eyes were full of questioning.
The voice she had spoken with faded as she continued the thought in her head, and eyes clued down to the floor.
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Post by Marugou Madoka on Nov 5, 2017 16:31:59 GMT -5
Whilst more introductions and discussions were beginning to take place, Madoka decided to be a little bit more productive than to stand around and simply listen to what was being said. After all, there was a thing called multi-tasking and if she already had that skill, why not put it into good use? Not like there was much to be done here anyway, but willingly standing still just didn't sit right with her.
Thus, Madoka began to wander around, letting her brown irides sway to and fro. The first time she looked around had been merely a quick scan, before refocusing on the dialogues taking place. Now, however, Madoka made a more thorough job at scanning her surroundings, trying to not let a single detail escape her eyes. Truthfully speaking, she wasn't expecting much from this, but it was better to be safe than sorry - something that a detective had to live by if they wanted to succeed in their field.
(They had some interesting talents assembled here, Madoka noted.)
The female detective was by the fireplace, holding her delicate hands in front of the dancing flames, as she turned her head to where Yanagi roughly stood. Given his situation - or to be more precise, everyone's situation, really -, it was actually quite logical to not trust everyone by their word. It was a sentiment that Madoka could share, which prompted her to murmur the following - more to herself than anyone in particular, really:"Fair point."
Shortly after that, it seemed like as if Madoka was about to say something again, but ultimately, decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being. Right now, this could wait - there was always time to speak up about it on another note. They had more pressing matters, though if the situation called...
And then the dab happened.
It was only by chance that she'd seen Utazawa do that, really. The small girl blinked, letting a few seconds pass; and if one were to look at Madoka now, they'd see her slowly raise her arms, but stopping midways as Utazawa turned his attention to the lifeguard. She held that kind of awkward position for only a mere second or two, before letting her arms drop down and ultimately shrug that entire moment off - and straight back to holding her hands near the fire, so she could warm herself up a little more.
(Missed her chance at dabbing back at the singer, huh?)
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Nov 5, 2017 17:26:34 GMT -5
🐧 --- Their eyes flicker to others when they started introducing themselves, but soon, they turned back to Ootani-- not that they could help it. He was kind of a walking tower from the comedian's perspective. There's another chuckle that comes from Osatsu, before they once again got distracted with listening to people's introductions. Interesting group, they mused to themself. Of course, most of them were Hope's Peak Academy students after all. It would be a no brainer that the group would be very... well, full of surprises. Especially the one who didn't even know if he was a student or not-- now he was on Osatsu's list to pester later. But enough of that. At the sight of the dab from a certain person, they quickly turned their attention right back to Ootani, proceeding as if they never saw it. They had to. Otherwise, they might have started to mutter things like: "dabbing is the lowest form of comedy-- it's a mockery of it-- it's a tell-tale sign that they've got no personality--" and that's just not good. Not good, Osatsu. Don't present yourself anymore of an asshole than you are. ...Failed step one. Thanks. --- 🐧
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Nov 5, 2017 17:40:02 GMT -5
—— "Hirase-sama... I understand that you may wish for us to be equals, but we never will be, you must understand. I live to serve, and my talent being bestowed upon me means that I must now more than ever uphold my duty."
He pauses before addressing more vaguely everyone:
"This applies to everyone in this room. For as long as I am in your company, consider yourself within my contract-- within reason, of course. It's a rather informal process this time around, but... I am certain this is what I am meant to be doing. Though... I am uncertain how long we shall be in one another's presence or if any of you would even require my services really..."
He trails off. After all, even if these people were fellow students, this was not as if it were a situation where they would require someone to cook, clean, advise, or serve for them.
Mukizu continued to listen attentively to his peers, genuinely interested in what they had to say. As the conversation splintered into various interactions, as was to be expected when you place so many people in one space together, he found it a bit more tiresome to try and keep up. On top of that, some interactions just seemed nonsensical to his ears, but... he supposed if he stopped paying attention to one conversation out of simple apathy, he might miss an important detail. People say the dardnest things without realizing it-- much in the same way that one man's trash is another man's treasure.
How unfortunate that that was the reality.
With the ambience of teenage chatter in the background and less focus on him, Mukizu had started moving around to inspect the room-- especially after Shimakage had brought up the possibility that the group might have been kidnapped by a large corporation ( whether in jest or not, it was a fair complaint to bring up ) and he had finished making his rounds of examining mostly the doors leading to the other rooms, stopping at the entrance door again by the time that the shrine maiden had spoken up in a bit of concern over the lack of any apparent authority figures.
"The best course of action when in an unfamiliar area is to stay put. Moving in uncharted places often ends in death, so for the sake of all of your personal safety, I advise none of us move without a concrete reason. Quite a few of us seem ill-equipped for the weather in any case..."
He places a hand on the handle of the very same door that all of them had used to enter, had seen one another close and open for each newcomer that had fought their way through the snow outside, and in rattles it. The attempt to pull it quickly proves fruitless before he proclaims:
"...Besides, unfortunately for us, we are all locked here regardless. We have little choice but to wait."
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Post by Yanagi Tsuneo on Nov 6, 2017 1:08:43 GMT -5
Despite his common sense (or, at least, a sense--perhaps the quiet girl who continued to furtively glance at him was trying to tell him something) telling him to be more skeptical of the other students, Yanagi somehow felt inclined to at least hear them out-- perhaps they were classmates. Even as he entertained that train of thought, Shimakage once again stole his attention. Yanagi's eyes narrowed, curiously, and he suddenly realized how Shimakage was an effective salesman--he was charming and seemed to actually know how to get people on his side. However...
"Twenty-thousand yen? Jesus..." He paused for a moment, hands quietly and quickly patting his pockets before he realized that, among not having a functioning memory, he didn't have a wallet. "Er... Not that I was going to hand over twenty-thousand yen right now, because I don't think I even have that kind of money... But, since we're on the topic, does anyone else have their wallet? Or any other personal belongings?"
Although, despite that realization, his own thoughts seemed to fade peacefully into the background as Shimakage countered Ishida's accusations with one of his own, and Yanagi's eyebrows furrowed. He hadn't really entertained the thought of the group being kidnapped--he'd thought, perhaps foolishly, that this was some sort of class trip gone awry, or that his amnesia was shared among the rest of his peers.
(Shimakage is giving you advice. Are you friends now?)
"The bourgeoisie? I-... Are we being oppressed by Ishida-san-- no, no, I mean... Do you think Ishida-san even has the means to kidnap, presumably, a group of wealthy and influential teenagers? Surely someone would notice?"
That train of thought caused a spark of anxiety to rise in Yanagi's throat again, and he chewed his lip quietly, frowning at the ground until Isayama once again spoke up, her gentle, soothing voice a bit of a relief from the stressful situation.
"Ah... Thank you, Isayama-san, for your kindness. Hopefully I remember soon... But it is a little concerning, you're right Especially since it seems as though I'm the only one like this. Damn."
Finally, it seemed the attention was away from Yanagi, and he allowed himself to quietly watch Mukizu attempt to open the door before declaring, somewhat nonchalantly, that they were locked in.
(Well, fuck.)
Eyebrows furrowing, Yanagi turned back to Shimakage, apparently now trusting the salesman's(?) opinion as his fingers once again found themselves tapping an anxious rhythm, silent but precise, almost like he was keeping time. While his voice was quiet and calm, there was a sort of strength to it--an underlying certainty about what he was doing, even if it was simply asking questions.
"... Since we're locked in here... Let's revisit your theory about us being kidnapped. Do you think someone would be capable of wiping our memories, collectively? I mean, I guess I got the worst of it, hah, but... Hm. Does anyone remember, really, how we got here? Or what day it is, even?"
(Apparently when he needed to be, Mr. Amnesia could focus on something other than the rapidly approaching terror of having no recollection of who he was.)
(Impressive.)
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Post by Yamato Nadeshiko on Nov 6, 2017 11:04:49 GMT -5
Ah, maybe now was a good time to say something.
That girl in the dark uniform had, after making a beeline to the hearth when she'd entered the room, seemed content to stay quiet. Perhaps she was just shy; she did seem to have that air about her... either way, she'd been watching the others talk and introduce themselves for a while now. Her expression didn't seem to change much, though she definitely smiled when Utazawa dabbed. (Or smirked?)
Her voice was small— like someone you'd listen to just to fall asleep.
But which two, she wondered... None of that introduction had anything to do with the theories that had been brought up, but perhaps that was purposeful. 'There's no use worrying about things beyond our control', maybe. Or, she'd just really wanted a chance to read people—?
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Post by Tenshin Sakurako on Nov 8, 2017 12:42:47 GMT -5
Tenshin had been resting against the wall towards the entrance of the heated room for some time now. She had scrambled into the room along with some various other students earlier before but needed some time to recover from the frighting awakening, though this environment wasn't helping...
Normally Tenshin woke up with a hot shower and thirty minutes to herself, interacting and making small talk with others was daily occurrence Tenshin had adjusted to and enjoyed but it required a build up; Tenshin couldn't just spring out of bed and immediately be a delightful, lovely girl. She needed sometime to herself normally and waking up in strange locations just knocked her out of preforming well with this prestigious society she was uncomfortably in.
As a result Tenshin blended into the background and watched from afar as the students began to chat. Sure others noticed her for sure; with her shaky posture and her smudged mascara, but she didn't make anything of herself, just a teen dissociating in the background. She breathed in back and forth, trying to gather some strength. These were higher-ups, big names and important people in the world. She had to mutter something out to make herself seem desirable.
She took two fingers and wiped away the running mascara, taking a deep breath as she took a few steps towards the general crowd before holding two peace signs to her face and blurting out.
"Good morning friends! Despite this odd situation I am ever so pleased to meet you all!"
She held herself with forced confidence; back held up straight, a sweet, welcoming look upon her face.
"My name is Tenshin Sakurako, i'm a skilled waitress!" a sugary giggle left her lips as she continued. "Its nothing compared to all the interesting talents ive been hearing around the room! I am truly blessed to be surrounded by such a qualified group of individuals!"
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