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Trying to figure out how to work his MM after drinking his vial. He's confused, but he can't remember the last time he felt this great.
Happy new year, sweet prince.
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It was against his better judgement that he drank one of the bear's vials. That judgement, however, was definitely clouded by the temptation of happiness that the headmaster promised. It only took a few minutes for the liquid to kick in.
Now he's sitting in the far corner of his cabin, Monomessenger in hand, the ghost of a smile on his face and a pleasant warmth in his chest. His heel taps incessantly against the wooden floors to a steady beat. He's excited for the fireworks. He's excited for the new year. He's excited for everything, if only because of his drink. If only he felt this good all the time. Maybe then Hope's Peak Academy would be tolerable.
prowl. [ open ]
Disgusting.
Humankind is disgusting and wasteful in Yuuka's eyes. Wasteful. Selfish. Weak. They're all weak, aren't they? They require others to fight for them. Others who are stronger. Stronger than their weak and flimsy selves. Of course, back in Gensokyo, only the powerful had subordinates whom would fight to their whim. That's how society worked. Power. The strongest would be on top. The strongest had all that they wanted. In Hope's Peak, in a human's world, the most powerful are the ones at the bottom, being used by the more intellectually skilled.
It's a pitiful sight, really. The intellectuals are the most twisted, maddened by their own intelligence and wit. Their inability to be satisfied as any normal human would with accomplishments. They wish to achieve more. More and more, stepping on the backs of life as they rise to their own pedestal.
Yuuka found her solace in the wilderness, surrounded by trees and shrubbery, the very things she feels most connected with. She took everything in; the fauna, the flora, the atmosphere, everything. Yuuka Kazami takes in the beauty of nature to rejuvenate herself. The sort of energy she has been deprived of for so long. Her parasol hung over her shoulders, opened, basking in the warm sunlight beaming over a crisp, frosty environment.
Crisp. Crunching.
A disturbance.
The parasol snapped closed, the woman's body turning on a heel. If the intruder is close by at this point in time, then the very tip of the accessory will be pressed to the other's neck. As nonthreatening as a parasol can seem, her own is used as a catalyst for a powerful spell. The intruder would feel a warmth resonate from the parasol's tip; proof that such a catalyst will be put to use if push did come to shove. She will not step down from a fight if a fight is more thoroughly picked.
"It's impolite to sneak up on a lady." Is she being facetious or sincere? No one can be sure.
Out in the Snow (OPEN)
Kiyotaka stared at the doors to the front of their new residence for the time being, dressed from head to toe in the winter gear which had been provided for each and every one of them. Since arriving, he wondered if perhaps it was a lie; the promise of them being allowed to leave the school grounds. Then again, he'd seen plenty of people existing the premises, though whether they returned or not was something that remained a mystery to him. While he truly hoped they'd made it back in one piece, safety was never something that could be guaranteed here. He pressed his palms flat against the surface, opening the door with more force than should have been necessary. The wind gusting around outside was something he should have expected, but no matter. The seemingly endless flakes of snow fell on his coat, Kiyotaka's breath coming out in hot, visible puffs. Snow was something he was familiar with, something he would often trudge to school through during the winter months. However, enjoying it was an experience he'd never thought to pursue. Beyond his gaze, he could see the forest, his lips tugging down in a small frown. He would stay here, right in front of the temporary Hope's Peak where it was safe. A few steps were all he managed to take before he spotted a figure just a bit ahead of him. Kiyotaka squinted, attempting to get a better look at whoever they were, though it seemed as if that would be impossible without actually walking up to him. And that was exactly what he intended to do. His expression morphed into a more neutral one before he called out, his curiosity getting the best of him. "I sincerely hope you're not planning on heading in there. We were warned of its dangers. Are you sure you want to take that risk?" The thick trees promised nothing but misfortune for those who entered, and if he could discourage this person from venturing out, then maybe he had found a companion for his own excursion.
Stay put. Listen.
Reika gazed at the phone in her hand before heaving a deep breath and turning on her side. Her tattoos ached. No longer could she hide them for Squall's sake. Setting aside the phone, the priestess curled onto her side and gritted her teeth. Don't fall asleep. Squall was coming. He'd be here soon to draw the pain off of her. Don't let yourself fall asleep. Not after Levi had woken up. Don't. She could feel the snake winding it's way around her heart. Just a little longer. Squall would be here soon. Squall would save her. Her eyelids fluttered. Reika gritted her teeth. Awake. Stay awake.
If only she'd been stronger. The glow to her tattoos was returning - as if feeding off of her failure. Reika Kuze's eyes drifted shut. And they remained so.
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Kirby sat by the fireplace in the rec room. After all that running in the snow, he's settled down a bit. He's got a blanket from his room, so now he's in pure, warm, bliss.
Taking things too literally (closed)
Though the ending of the cooking of donuts had resulted in a disaster - the glaze had gone too hard when he had iced them and rendered the majority of them inedible, despite the wolf-like stranger and Fondue appreciating them a lot - Raphael , having taken off his 'Phantom R' guise earlier, was not daunted by this. Perhaps he'd just used the wrong ingredient? He'd written down what was wrong, so he could try again later: right now, though, he was thirsty.
The thief had heard things about some apparent potions causing panic already, however - well, he should be alright as long as he brought an ordinary drink. Of course, nothing was ever that easy, for as the redhead sipped from the glass, he dropped it with a start, feeling a great sense of unease and pain wave through him...could it have been that the 'normal' looking drink was spiked?
Knowing the bear, it wouldn't surprise him, yet the pain was so severe he couldn't even mentally smack himself for not realizing the 'normal' drinks may have been the potions all along, for the bear to trick more people.
Eventually, the pain died down, yet there was an unsteadiness about him as he pulled himself shakily to his feet: catching his reflection in one of the cafeteria steel plates, it was easy to see why: there were a pair of small, white, feathered wings sprouting from his back, brand-new and a little bloody from suddenly forcing their way through skin and muscle.
This had to be a bad dream - he was just imagining things, right?
No, he wasn't in some dream or hallucination, though, because he could move the foreign, alien appendages when he thought about it, and those weren't the only new things. There was a golden ring of light hovering over his head, too. Raphael, despite still feeling sick, had to laugh at the irony. Oh, so now the spiked drink had taken his name a bit too literally. How was he going to tell Aoi this?
Taking his now ripped blue school jumper off and putting it back on over his shirt did little to hide the wings - they fluffed stubbornly right back out of the holes again, and so he walked back to the room he and his cherie shared (albeit unsteadily) without being able to hide a thing. Maybe if he was lucky, he could sneak in through the door and she'd be somewhere else? Raphael knew he should be able to hide the wings with his Phantom R jacket which had no holes, at least.
Opening the door, the red-haired boy attempted to slink in - but had no idea the room was already occupied in his prior worry. Just his luck, really.
