âWhatâs that thing people say? The party has arrived?â

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âWhatâs that thing people say? The party has arrived?â

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Eren knows for a fact that there was someplace beyond the walls he had spent his entire life in, but he doesnât expect it to be like this. What catches him off guard the most is the lack of stone structures normally used for protection. He isnât quite sure how to feel about that; part of him is glad that there isnât anything separating these people from the outside, and the other more rational side is worried about the appearance of titans. These people had no sort of protection if the murderous beasts decided to come in droves. But it is oddly peaceful here like they had never experienced such things before, and maybe they havenât since there seemed to be so many people around. He finds it odd, but nice at the same time.
He doesnât really know what to do with himself as of right now; letting his guard down would end with the possibility of him getting reprimanded in some way. However, there was really no need for him to have his 3D Maneuver Gear on his person, that and the buildings of the school werenât adequate enough to use it properly. He canât figure what the buildings were made of, but he really doesnât trust it enough to try it out, not when the school looks so pristine and almost fragile, if a building could even look fragile in the first place.
The teen supposed he could try out that high school thing this place was all about, and perhaps that would give him something to do. Eren finds the fact that he has to go back to school incredibly silly, especially since it seemed like he was on the bottom of rank being listed as a freshman here â whatever that was. He had graduated at the fifth rank back at the trainee squad; he didnât need this kind of treatment. Though he is rather curious as to what the classes on his schedule were.
While the boy thinks of something to spend his time doing, he rereads at the paper given to him, hoping to memorize the list of classes. Almost suddenly, his eyes catch sight of something, and this causes him to stop mid-stride, head tilted curiously to the side as he looks at the thing in from of him. He isnât sure what it is, but itâs big â bigger than him, and red, not to mention rectangular. The front to it is clear like a window, and inside he sees all sorts of bottles with different labels and various coloured liquids. He doesnât know what to think of it, and presses his hand against the glass, not surprised when it doesnât break.Â
He wants to know what it does.Â
His gaze shifts from the object, though his hand is still on it, and looks around the area for someone that might be willing to explain what exactly this thing is. When he spots a person, the brunet waves his free hand to catch their attention.
âCould you tell me what this is?â he asks the other once he has their attention, hand gently patting the glass so they know what heâs referring to.
blossoming!
The gardening club had split up about a half hour ago, but that didnât mean Shiemi was going anywhere anytime soon. She was nervous about being in this giant, crowded school and she didnât know where any of her friends were. It was an an impromptu decision for her to begin attending Tancho Academy, mostly decided by her mother.Â
She made it through the school days alright. Shiemi was okay with not saying much in classrooms filled with strangers (who looked at her a little oddly what with Nii-chan on her shoulder). She wasnât as shy as she used to be, but she was in no way comfortable here yet â especially without Rin and Yukio. She missed them and her fellow exorcists-in-training greatly, and wondered when sheâd see them again.Â
Presently, Shiemi was on her knees, tending to the school gardens all on her own. She felt at peace and relaxed. Nii-chan was hopping happily around the flowers as Shiemi began to replant a few with fresh, healthy soil directly from her familyâs shop.
The blonde turned and reached for the soil, spade in her other hand, when she saw someone accidentally stepping on the bag.
âUm, excuse me-!â Shiemi quietly began. âYouâre stepping on my bag of soil-!â
bed jackin'
Nightmares were something that tormented him from time to time.. Something he was used to except... He wasn't so used to waking up alone. Yukimi was always there when he woke up the way he had. Crying out. Frightened. Yet, the man put up with that.. And stayed awake with him until he managed to fall back asleep. This was one of those nights. And this time, Yukimi wasn't there.. As convenient as it was to have a room to himself this time around, Yoite wasn't used to it. As much as he disliked the company of too many people, he was never really alone, was he?
Someone was always there when he woke up..Â
And so, after he'd managed to calm himself down enough to actually move about, Yoite got dressed and left his room once more. Yukimi.. He wanted to find Yukimi. Navigating through the schoolgrounds hadn't been a problem before. He knew where to find that man due to the fact that he knew where he was housed but.. He wasn't there. Since their return, Yukimi's housing had changed and, due to his own frustration, Yoite wasn't entirely sure which room the other was currently residing in.Â
Oops.
Having forgotten his cellphone in his own dorm, Yoite resorted to simply searching until he wore himself out. It was at this point that he ended up at another window. Sneaking was his specialty.. The dark suited him best, after all! Not that he took pride in such things. It was just due to whatever training he'd received that enabled him to do these things. "I am the night." That isn't IC, Yoite isn't Batman.Â
Breaking and entering, that is.Â
Whatever room he'd ended up in.. Roommates or not, he was too tired to notice anything like that. He simply took note of a bed that may have been empty and crawled into it, pulling the covers over himself in the process.Â
"...--"
And that was that.Â
01. Why [open/???]
Out of all the things people would never expect Koujaku to do, becoming a teacher was one of them. There wasn't much of an explanation, he just somehow became a teacher; a fashion teacher, that is.
His time at Tancho wasn't a long one, but he found himself easily adapting to the new setting. As he looked around, he could see quite a few different types of characters and he was quite excited to see just how they act. But then again, he could tell there were some people like that piercing brat and that hooligan around here... But he wouldn't have to concern himself with that.
He walked the halls of the academy, taking in the locations to familiarize himself with it along with his Allmate, Beni. As Beni rested on his shoulder, Koujaku glanced around at the walls, peering into open classrooms, and occasionally stopped to look at the fancy interior of the building. In the middle of one of this inspections, Beni pecked him on the cheek and whispered quietly.
ăOi, Koujaku, there's someone suspicious back there. I think they're following us.ă
"Leave it be, Beni, I'm sure it's nothing." He swatted him away and Beni puffed up his chest in annoyance. The bird turned backwards to where the mysterious person had apparently been. He noticed the person move even closer to the two of them, causing him to feel threatened and without warning, Beni flew up and charged directly at the figure, flying right into the body before his master could stop him
ăDON'T TAKE A STEP CLOSER!ă
And Koujaku froze in his position. From what he could tell, it looked like that really hurt. He was afraid of the damages he may have caused and the punishment he might recieve, but despite all that, he slowly walked to where his Allmate had attacked and deeply bowed, covering his face in shame.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

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God didn't tell me anything about this. [Intro/Open]
Jeanne had come to face many hardships ever since sheâd heard the voice God, some of which she overcame alone and others through much needed support. For a while now, she continuously, and firmly, believed there should be nothing so hard nor terrifying to completely paralyze a person anymore. This though, this was proving to be too much!
Through inexplicable means, the maiden had herself surrounded by a civilization she was unable to identify; it was so different from Vaucouleurs, OrlĂŠans and even her beloved DomrĂŠmy. It was not just the bizarre architecture that was steadily intimidating her, but the amount of people and strangeâŚcarriagesâŚ? What were all these thingsâŚ? Why was everyone dressed so strangely?
Clutching her cross tightly in her hand, the blonde tried numerous times to approach whoever happened to get close to her, murmuring barely audible âexcuse meâs and âpardonâs to no avail. âWhat should I doâŚ?â The light tremor in her hands was more out of nervousness than actual fear, yet Jeanne was getting a little desperate in figuring out where she was. No, no, she had to do something if she expected to get anywhere!
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and turned towards the closest person, raising her voice in order to get their attention as she tried to gently reach over and touch their arm. âE-Excuse me!â As if suddenly realizing she had raised her tone seemingly too much, the teen stammered a quick apology. âUmâŚâ How should she askâŚ.
001} hard knock life
Despite Maryâs many years of living, this was the first time she had actually been to a school with other children. How things operated were a big shock to the girl, and she was lucky not have had some sort of nervous breakdown while walking through the halls. She had never dealt with so many people gathering in one place before, not alone anyway. If she knew that any of the others that she knew were nearby, maybe she could have handled things better.Â
She somehow managed getting to and from classes by keeping her head down and trying to make herself as small as possible. Her feet often stumbled, almost making her trip and fall, but it had never occurred fully yet. The child was glad for that, not wanting to make a mess and cause unneeded attention to her person. She already felt like she was going that just by being there, a head full of white hair and deep red eyes, or maybe she was just overreacting, that wouldnât be a surprise. The medusa had a habit of thinking the worse when forced into new situations.Â
Finally, the last bell of the day had rung, and Mary quickly exited her last class. Leaning her back against the wall, she let out a sigh through her nose, and let her shoulders sag in relief. She had made it through the day with no accidents, a feat that was rare even within her own home. Feeling a little bit more confident, she removed herself from the wall to begin walking. When turning, her bad luck kicked in, and she stumbled on her feet before falling right against someone, causing both her and whoever it was to fall on the floor.
It took a few seconds for the child to process what had happened, but when she did she immediately straightened herself. Her face burned hot with embarrassment, and the sudden need to cry was overwhelming, but she managed not to do so, not yet anyway.
âI-Iâm so sorry!â she spoke, lip quivering slightly and hands clutching the fabric of her skirt. She had messed up big time, and she hoped the person wouldnât be too mad at her.Â