Character in general: SUPER GREAT LIKE WTF WHAT A GOOD RYUKO GO FOLLOW NOWHow they play them: i love hir so much zes so great aikuro loves teasing em so much how could i not love hirThe Mun: BIANCA ILU
Do I:
RP with them: HE'LL YEAWant to RP with them: HE'LL YEA
What is my;
Overall Opinion: i cannot fathom into words how great bianca's ryuko is like legit go follow hir RIGHT NOW go go go go go go go go go go go go go go
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And then she said something, something e couldnât hear, not with the ringing in eir ears and pain coursing down eir shoulder that suggested something broken, but then she raised her blade, and Aikuro practically stumbled to the ground trying not to let Nui strike eir dearest pupil down.
But that, that monsterâ moments before she struck, her head lifted up, as if hearing some invisible call from her demonic master, released Ryuko from the strands of hir hair and disappeared, off to do her masterâs bidding. Time slowed as Aikuro crawled the few feet to Ryukoâs broken form, in the middle of the arena of Honnouji Academy, and gently rolled hir over. E hunched over hir, protective, and in any other circumstance, ze would probably flush and punch em in the face and proceed to make a large distance between the two of them. But, no, ze couldnât even think straightâ the blow from the Scissor blade left a sour gash on hir stomach, and Aikuro normally would have known better, but e, for the first time, felt something close to panic. Not even Kinue had induced this kind of real, intense fear in emâ e hadnât planned for this. Ryuko wasnât supposed to die. They hadnât discussed this. They had never discussed the possibility, e had never prepared for it at all. The sheer feeling of being at a loss was enough to overwhelm em, let alone the fact that it was Ryuko, a dear friend, and someone e only wanted to see succeed. Ze was like a sister to em, and someone e deeply enjoyed teasing but overall cared for much more than even ze might realize, and it terrified em, the idea of failing hir, of failing hir father.
"Ryuko⌠Ryuko, Ryuko, RyukoâŚ" e said softly, almost in a daze, trying to get hir attention, to wake hir up, to stop this horrifying feeling of being a failure and being at a loss. It took a long time, but ze finally opened hir eyes, bruised and bloody but bright with a fierce, familiar gaze.
"Heh⌠you⌠worry too much, teachâ⌠donât be such a pansy, yâhear? Iâm⌠fineâŚ" ze said slowly, before hir eyes rolled back into hir sockets and Aikuro just about had a panic attack.
Ze woke back up a week later, and Aikuro proceeded to give hir a very angry lecture about why you donât jump in front of sharp things (in front of your teacher, nonetheless), but e never left hir side. The only one who stayed as much as e did was Mako, and together, they kept vigil, over the silly warrior who protected too many people and was far too dangerous without considering hir poor teacherâs high blood sugar.
â a letter meant to be read only once my character is dead
Ryuko-kunâ
Considering the circumstances in which I am writing this, there is a chance that in the upcoming hours, Ragyo Kiryuin may succeed in eliminating some members of the resistance opposing REVOCS. That includes myself; in fact, even moreso than others, as the leader of Nudist Beach, therefore a target, and the most vulnerable as I lack clothing powered by Life Fibers.
If my death has come to pass, I am sorry. This is written in the hopes that my passing was not in vain and that you prevailed on without me, as I know you would. You are a fighter, Ryukoâ you are stronger than anyone else I have ever met, and although our relationship is occasionally strained, you are the greatest pupil I could have ever wished to have. I hope that, in the world you create, free from the binds of clothing, you can live the happy life of a normal student that you always wished for. My greatest dream was always to see a free world, but somewhere along the way, you, Mankanshoku, and the various other students of Honnouji have joined that dream. One cannot be without the other, and you are all irrevocably tied to this great dream of mine⌠I only wish that you are all happy.
You have made both your father and I incredibly proud. I have watched you grow, and although you have strayed sometimes from your chosen path, you never fail to return, and you deeply value those around you who have stayed with you until their end. And I say this as both your teacher and your friend:
Live, Matoi Ryuko. Now that you have the chance, spread your wings, and fly.
{ â } ¡¡¡ If there was one thing Mikisugi Aikuro had ever predicted as a child that e would ever be as an adult, a kannushi was not one of those things. In fact, if e had a list, it would be at the very bottom, in the filler space that no one ever used but made the list look strange because all of the text was off-center if nothing was put there. And yet, here e was, sitting in the shrine of Inari Ĺkami, questioning-- not for the first time-- exactly how in the world e ended up in this position.
E would be honest, living as a kannushi and tending to the shrine was a peaceful life. It had been by pure luck that e ended up inheriting eir ex-boss's shrine after he was murdered. They had been close, but Aikuro had never known that Matoi Isshin would put em as his second in line. Eir family did have a history of Shintoism, so all e had to do was take the test and then e was qualified, but...
It still wasn't the life e had exactly planned out for emself.
Still, e was here now, and it had been years since e had inherited the job, and it really wasn't such a bad life. The only reason e was sitting around thinking about things that had long past was that e was waiting, really-- there was a new miko transferring to this shrine, and e was waiting for hir to arrive. The child of Isshin was, finally, taking after hir father's profession, and was coming to study under em, to eventually take over.
Aikuro knew little about Matoi Ryuko, but there was one thing e knew for certain: based on hir tumultuous history with not only hir father but hir school records, e had no doubt that it would be... interesting, to say in the least.
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