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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 1:00 pm
Ayumi smirked a bit as seh waited for Regan patiently. When the girl finally was ready and opened the door, the both of them headed off to their newly assigned homeroom class.
[3-B]
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 8:28 pm
"Mmnnn... we didn't find out much today, did we, Ayumi-chan?" Regan meanders into the room ahead of her roommate, tail swishing behind her. She steps out of her shoes and lets down her hair, tossing her blazer aside and undoing a few buttons on her shirt before she flops herself down on Ayumi's bed. "But at least it was fun going around together, right? So it wasn't a complete waste. <3"
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 2:55 pm
The lights flickered for a second. The first sign something was going to happen.
In a matter of seconds, the building seemed to go black as the electricity went out in the hallways, then each dorm room lost all of its power.
Late Night, The Dorm Building [Everything Inside of It, Dorms Too] Suffers A Blackout.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 7:33 am
Regan's eyes open, a frown fixed on her lips. "... it's noisy." She jumps out of bed and dresses herself, holding a flame in her open palm to light her way as she leaves to investigate the noise.
[Dorm 12]
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:01 am
Dammit! Was that word being thrown around too much lately?
Anyway. Ayumi had woken up that morning. Last time she checked, Regan was in the room with her. But now the girl was gone, there was lingering demon scents around the hallways, and Ayumi could already feel the immense power elsewhere on campus. In multiple places, but the tree was also pretty massive.
Ayumi jumped out of her bed and went to find a change of clothes. She needed to get her a** moving, she could find Regan easily. If she could find Regan, she was almost positively sure it would take her to one of the sources of power.
[Leaves in an awful hurry]
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:29 pm
Yuuna Akashi anata wa itsumo hitori
nanika to tatakatteru  From its place on her nightstand, Yuuna's cell phone lit up as it received an incoming text message, then paused in preparation to transform into the demon spawn of satan. Suddenly it began to vibrate like it had been imbued with a Hemi engine, sliding across the desk and rattling against the wood frame. As it was doing so, the gruff and overly-loud voice of Sergeant Major Avery J. Johnson belted out, "HEY! b*****d! KNOCK, KNOCK!"
It was the voice that shocked the gunslinger girl awake, sending her tumbling out of bed in a tangle of sheets. Grumbling in irritation, she sat up and groped about the nightstand, grabbing the offending electronic device and squeezing as she contemplated pitching it through a window, she relented and unlocked the touchpad, reading the message she had received.
Trouble at the World Tree. Lots of major players. And she was supposed to join that party? Well, if the bosses said so.
Dismissing the message, she got up and dug underneath her bed, pulling out the bits and pieces of armor that she had been sent home with after the meeting yesterday. Where most would have expected a comedy moment to ensue as she tried to figure out how to properly put on her armor, no such hilarity ensued. She had spent pretty much all of the previous night practicing donning that armor.
Suiting herself up with some expediency, she shifted her shoulders and flexed her now-gloved fingers. She pulled her hair up into a light bun and picked up the helmet, staring inside it as she held it in her hands. She'd put the thing on and off a dozen or more times, but it still made her giddy every time she looked into the thing.
Pulling it on, she twisted it into place and sealed it to her armor collar. The suit systems activated, the interior of the helmet lit up and the HUD came online. A static line scrolled down her vision from her side; from the outside someone would see the visor polarize in that badass fashion.
She grabbed the bag of holding that contained her mother's guns and strode out of the dorm, moseying on down to the growing charlie foxtrot. soba ni iru koto shika
atashi ni wa dekinai kedo arrow To World Tree
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 6:26 pm
∰ Richter St. Claire ∰
~ Mahora Academy Student ~ Mage ~ Practitioner of Ice and Wind ~
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Deciding to follow Amy's 'orders' to some degree, Richter opened the door to his dorm room, shutting the door behind him. Thankfully...his two roommates were gone most of the time. The concept of such close human interaction scared him at times, and the two of them probably thought him nothing more than a freak regardless. Or...some arrogant, spoiled rich kid.
Nevertheless, the boy would lay his staff on its mount on the wall before moving over to his bed. After taking a seat, he looked out the window, musing over the light of a full moon. The things that had happened today were beyond anything he could've imagined. To think...he was going to get training from such a powerful demon. The thought itself gave him the most terrible, wonderful goosebumps he'd ever had. But, he felt almost as if something were...different.
He'd gone so far to say familiarity earlier, but there was no way to be entirely sure. It was just...a bond that he didn't feel with anyone--or anything--else he'd ever been with on this earth. Deep down, he knew that his excitement and confidence were just an excuse; a shielded, frail attempt to explain just why he was able to be so loose and open with Amy when he couldn't with anyone else. No...there was something else here, and he would get down to the bottom of it in due time. And the more his thoughts focused on his master, the more his eyes would shift. Little by little, they flickered more and more into a brilliant purple hue before fading back into their usual gray, dull tone. It wasn't much longer afterwards that sleep took him into a dreamless night...how bland.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:34 pm
∰ Richter St. Claire ∰
~ Mahora Academy Student ~ Mage ~ Practitioner of Ice and Wind ~
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ After getting what seemed to be his first good night of sleep in a couple of months, Richter woke up and readied himself for the day. With his familiar staff and cloak in hand, the chilling breeze floated out of the window, heading straight for the woods where he had first met Amy. Hopefully, he would see her again. In some strange way, he'd become fascinated by the 58th Residential Spirit of Hell. And he still felt that strange link that he couldn't describe. It was all strange, and he couldn't add it up. But for now, he decided to go with the flow.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 3:15 am
Yuuna Akashi anata wa itsumo hitori
nanika to tatakatteru Yuuna suddenly and rapidly came to wakefulness, not out of any sense of distress or disturbance, for no reason at all, really. In the dimness of the early morning light trying to peek in through the window, she raised her left arm and turned her wrist toward her gaze. The digital watch on her arm read that it was only a minute or two before her obnoxious cell phone alarm was due to go off.
Quickly rolling over and reaching out with her right hand, she snatched the device and unlocked the touchscreen, thumbing through menus until she found and disabled her alarm. Setting her phone back on the nightstand, she stretched in bed for a moment longer, then tossed off her covers. Gathering her clothes for the day, she snuck quietly into the bathroom to shower and dress so as not to disturb her roommates. soba ni iru koto shika
atashi ni wa dekinai kedo
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 7:50 pm
"Mnnnnhgg..." Regan turns over in her bed as the early morning light of the sun shines in through the window, onto her eyes. "The sun... my one mortal enemy... and eternal nemesis... nnh..." She groans, turning over onto her side and pulling the blankets up over her eyes. "Nng... gotta... set an example..." Her body demands that she remain in bed. She never was a morning person... but... she has students now, and she has to lead by example. She can't let her pupils see her stay in bed until the last minute...
So the young martial artist rolls out of bed unceremoniously, onto her feet. She stands for a little bit, standing, slowly waking up. "Mm... someone's in the shower already. Guess I'll start breakfast." She stretches and pops her shoulder and neck while she steps into the kitchen, starting to fix up some yums for eats.
~~~~~
It isn't long before Regan has breakfast cooked up. With Ayumi gone, she doesn't need to cook for her anymore... Her roommate is still in the shower, but she doesn't expect that'll last too much longer. She leaves a plate of breakfast and a note. 'Hey. Thought you might like breakfast, so I made you some. Gotta run~' She nods, deciding the note is enough, before she leaves. The note would at least let her roommate know that the plate of food there is for her.
[Academy Grounds]
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 4:24 pm
Yuuna Akashi anata wa itsumo hitori
nanika to tatakatteru Only a minute or two after Regan departed, Yuuna exited the bathroom, fully showered and dressed for the day. Her night clothes going into her hamper, she first wandered over to the window to get a look out at the weather. "Got a bit snowy out, I see."
Wandering through the room, she came across the food left for her, and the note. After reading it, she grinned, sat down, and partook of the breakfast. After eating, she quickly washed the dishes and put them away, then decided she'd wander around campus a bit before school started.
She opened her closet door to grab her jacket, and in the process looked to where her ODST armor was placed on a stand. She smirked as she looked at the armor and grabbed her jacket. "Next time, baby." soba ni iru koto shika
atashi ni wa dekinai kedo
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 7:30 pm
Regan watches the box that's next to the door to her room as she opens it. "A delivery...?" She blinks at it for a moment and checks the label after getting the door to her room open. "Me...?" She cants her head at it before she grabs the box, going to lift it once. Nothing. "Mmhp. Alright..." She cracks her neck and grips it seriously, putting her legs into it and just barely getting it to lift off the ground. "Hhhg... hup!" She takes a step back, bringing the box into the doorway and huffing and puffing as she does. She drops the box in the doorway, leaning against it and breathing heavily. "Gghf... heavy." She rolls her shoulders a bit and grabs the box, tilting it back into her and pulling it into her room, lifting as necessary to make it easier to move. Not to actually lift it.
After she gets it into the main room, Regan carefully, slowly lays the box down onto the floor. "Now... how to get this open." She rubs her chin before she gets an idea. "Hey, Sword." She pulls Terreo from her back. "I'm gonna use you." Before he can have a chance to object, she uses him like a crowbar to pry open the wooden box, tossing the lid inside. She digs into the stuffing of the box to find what's so damn heavy, in there... "Whoa..."
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:11 pm
There was a woman in the box. Actually, yeah. There was. She had long blue hair, and looked like she was sleeping peacefully. She wore an outfit that looked similar to a one-piece swimsuit, but it was far more..archaic in design. Metallic objects and circuitry, it looked like, ran along various places on the outfit itself. She had a skin tone like that of a normal human; but she wasn't breathing. And she wasn't dead either. If someone were to reach out and touch her, she'd be cool to the touch. Not warm or cold. But everything about her was perfect. She was stunning, in fact. And there was a small note in the box. It was in a fancy script, but it read;
'To you who made the decision to take charge of your own fate: Throughout our lives, we are often asked if we want to wind, or not wind. When do not wind, we do not experience life. Our strings remain, and we have no motion. Like a doll, we are driven by the currents of life to our chosen place. You who chose to wind are not content to drift along. You have chosen life, and it is life you have been given. Look after my daughter. My will has kept her along the tides of time for so very long. She has known other masters, and she seeks one that will be the last. Perhaps that will be you. Treat her according to your own values, and she will grow. How she grows..that is up to you.
Wherever my soul has ended up, I hope that it will be able to see her develop into more than what she was born to be. That was my wish, and my legacy, for all of my errant daughters. Only two remain. To awaken her, to wind her, is your last choice. You can simply choose not to. Or, you can allow her to see the world again, in ways I could not. I hope when she awakens, if she does, it is a time of peace, and not war. Regardless. To awaken her, speak her name, and tell her the following; 'Atlantis Awakening Protocol 7: Awaken from sleep mode. As to her name. This child has a name, but it has never been known. As for what she responds to; you may call her Atma.'
The name on the note is long since faded.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 10:06 pm
Terreo made no objection to what Regan wanted to use him as for the moment, though being called "sword" chipped just a very fine sliver at his patience. However he was just as curious as well.
"Well, this certainly is something that gnaws at the back of my memory... if only that damned book didn't make me forget so much. " he blinked and then looked to Regan.
"Anyway, why not give it a try? Just, be wary ancient things like these are not to be toyed with. Trust me, I've had a few bearers get themselves killed or worse like that, and combat had nothing to do with it.
Now, what's the code again?
Atlantis Awakening Protocol 7?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 10:06 pm
Regan takes a moment to just gaze at the woman in the box. Her hand finds the note, but she doesn't look at it immediately. Just... looks at the woman for a moment or two, admiring her beautiful before she notices the note she holds in her hand. She reads it carefully, before looking up at the woman. "Atma, huh? Well... here goes." She clears her throat, sitting over the box and checking the words she's supposed to say. Sounds like a voice command for a computer... "Atma. Atlantis Awakening Protocol 7: Awaken from sleep mode." She puts the letter aside, going to put it away for safe keeping in a minute, and turns her full focus to Atma. What kind of entity has she stumbled upon -now-? Goddamn, Mahora's a magnet for all sorts of interesting things...
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