#idealprotag

So she’s basically still trying to find her pokemon, cheers for her amazing luck, honestly. But this city is crazy as hell, and she’s seen crazy as hell things... But this place is arguably in her top ten now, in all honesty. Anyway... Stepping by some random nerd standing next to some random shop the trainer decides to stop dead in tracks to turn and look over her shoulder.

〚 ♡ 〛- Hey you! random dude... random weird dude you! could you lend me a hand or something?! I will repay it!!! 

       [🐾] -- Ever since the thought that this could possibly all be a part of the Shaman Fight popped into his head, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe all of these people were in the Shaman Fight... He was so certain he gathered enough info to know or recognize at least a few of these people, but nope. Nothing. 

Exploring an entire city was thirsty work. Unfortunately for Enkidu, he hadn’t been summoned properly as a servant, and didn’t have the appropriate background knowledge on the modern world. 

He’d found a vending machine. It contained the sorts of packages that he’d seen people drinking from. That was promising. But he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to operate it. He’d tried observing others, but he couldn’t figure out how to select any particular drink. 

He stopped the first passerby he spotted.

“Sorry,” She says, though the comment comes out from under her breath. Working in a cafe doesn’t get any easier when customers get fussy, and she figures when one gets her attention, chances are: it’s about to get messy. Maybe they’ll even force her to call on a manager. “Was your order alright? Or... Is there something I can get you?” 

Takane rummaged through the pockets of her shirt, her skirt, and even the ones on her backpack, annoyance flickering through her eyes--though that was nothing new. She was only twenty-five cents short of buying a soda, and to be frank, she could use some caffeine.

Doctor’s orders be damned; who cared if it threw off her sleeping schedule? She was tired, but didn’t want to sleep, so caffeine was the best solution. She’d just have to be careful to not be seen by any teachers.

Spotting a classmate in the school’s halls--classes were out for today--, Takane drew his attention with a curt word or two.

“Hey, Kamijou.”

As much as I write about Aqua studying and being a nerd here, I have to go back to doing that myself! I owe posts/starters for:

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