Step out of dreams

His head tilts but and he pauses his actions to look at her. “Sure thing.” Then he continues as if she had never approached, even standing up and going to get more water, milk and coke to drink.

When he returned and began to speak, she lifted her head, looking up to him with tired eyes. Oh, she'd better answer, being rude wouldn't get her more answers, "I'm a freshman," she set one of her diaries down and lowered down to lean against it, "And you..?"

“As that friend, I have to do everything that’s anything to protect everyone I can.”

Karen herself had faced many hardships that would be surprising to the average person how she would still be filled to the brim with energy. Still allowing herself to be sacrificed for others without a single form of regret, or any kind of second thoughts over it. As long as she was protecting them from any harm, and as long as they made sure to defeat whatever evil that happened to come their way, things would be fine, right?

But it also made her wonder how she was so happy, was there a secret to all of it? Oh no, nothing was ever simple in the brunette's mind, everything had a reason behind it, though, finding out such a thing could wait. It was nice feeling so.. happy, she didn't want to ruin anything.

That was, of course, before he felt a familiar sensation of being watched, or at least acknowledged. Someone was around. He stopped the kusarigama from spinning as quickly as he good, grabbing out at her to halt. Then, he quickly surveyed the area around them. Ah. Of course.

Emerald eyes fixed on the newcomer, who he gave a withering stare. She hadn’t introduced or even alerted him to her presence and for that reason alone, he was suspicious. But he was a teacher, and he was supposed to be upholding a somewhat mature face. Not that he was very good at that, at all.

"Usually strange things gain the attention of passersby," her gaze darted over him and the weapon he held. It was much more intimidating now that it wasn't wrapped in a blur of dust and wind. Were teachers even allowed those on campus?

The room was silent until a loud beeping rang out. Soul stretched out on his bed as and sighed as he reached over and thumped it, the noise dying slowly: he’d probably broken it again.

He rubbed his hair, already in his trademark style, though some of it seemed to be sticking out at nearly impossible angles.

He blinked awake and then threw his covers off, he hated not living with Maka and Blair - though Blair much less so.

He pulled on the school uniform begrugingly - at least at DWMA they were casual about what their students wore - though he simply folded his blazer and threw it onto his left shoulder, it was way too rigid for the young weapon.

It was easy enough after that to navigate his way to the cafeteria, grunting a few words if anyone tried to speak to him before he ate.

Eventually she spotted one not too far off from her, occupied by a single person who... actually seemed to have a lot of food piled around him. It was enough to pique her curiosity and soon enough she was making her way over to the table, keeping her gaze on him as she settled down. 

“Oh, sure!” Ritsu continued his petty assault, almost surprised the recluse hadn’t walked away already. “A gold medal in failing at life is something, isn’t it? Staying in your room and sleeping all day must be hard work. You deserve a little recognition.”

"To think my constant sleeping used to worry them, now I can tell them it's a good thing," it wasn't sleeping that was the hard part, it was the twisted dreams and nightmares that came along with it. Of course, she'd never be able to explain that. Much too tedious.

Those silent types were always a toss-up. Sometimes they were suppressing a flood of waterworks, and sometimes they were just cold all the way through, like the moon or something. Ritsu was determined to get some sort of response, though, so he continued on. If there was one personality trait Ritsu possessed that could be called positive, it was his perseverance.

"Lazy, fatass," she repeated the words, committed them to memory. Though why she really felt the need to do such a thing was beyond her; maybe it was for observation purposes or maybe she was using this chance to find a gap in the other female's armor. 

Ritsu had seen her around the girl’s dorms, but only a tiny, tiny bit. He’d be lucky to catch her shuffling out at mealtimes, but he never saw her in the cafeteria or anything. Never saw her in class. Never saw her on campus. He had kind of thought she was really sick or something, but then she’d be in the infirmary, ri—No, on second thought, not with Tancho’s medical staff.

Still, she was shuffling her way out now, and Ritsu was feeling nasty.

A mocking smile crept onto his face as he turned to face her, arms spread wide.

The redhead's tone caused her to turn and her expression forced her faint smile to fade and turned her own blank. Now really she could just turn, walk away and ignore him but... what was the fun in that. As far as she could remember her encounters with others had been pleasant. This would be interesting.

[Without a wasting a single moment Meiling turned set off down the pavement, hand still clinging onto the younger girl’s own. Her brisk pace marked the excitement she felt to make a new friend. One of the first she’s met since coming here, in fact.

Suddenly she halted, long red hair swinging steadily against her back as she looked around. She let go of Madotsuki’s hand to scratch at the back of her head where the base of her hat’s elastic clung to her skull. She looked deep in thought. Finally Meiling glanced down with an apologetic smile.]

Madotsuki hadn't been ready for such a quick starting pace, with wide eyes she stumbled over her own two feet, barely managing to reach back and grab her bag in the process. Well, she'd wanted interesting and new experiences and it seemed like she was certainly going to get them.

When they came to a stop and her hand was freed she stepped forwards to be level with the other female, half rocking on her heels as she glanced around the wide expanse of campus they'd found themselves in. Meiling's words brought quiet laughter to her lips and she tilted her head back to look up at her.

Izuru paused to collect himself before reciting:

“A Window slammed shut;

May protect from strong north winds

But also new friends.”

He wrote the poem out on the board after he finished and began explaining to the class.

“Here, our seasonal reference to winter is ‘north winds’.  The “Window” itself is an important word in the haiku because it creates the barrier between the person inside and anything outside.  In this poem, it provides protection from evil but also a block against the good.  In some cases it can be better if our window is kept open.”

The bell rings as Izuru finishes his explanation, signaling the end of class.  He makes one last announcement as the students are packing their bags,

Even Ninjas need practice. Yuri had not become the powerful (albeit damningly feminine) warrior he was without practice and he was aware that, if left ignored for long periods of time, his skill would dwindle into nothingness and there was very little that could stop Kamanosuke from doing something he wanted to when he was set on it. And in this case, it was practising with his kusarigama and his element alike. 

Weapons were, of course, prohibited from being carried around the school campus, therefore Kamanosuke had deemed it necessary to do this somewhere a little more hush hush. Behind the main school building, to be accurate. It was a prime place for smokers, stoners… other black-market or habitual goings on that students preferred the teachers not to know about. Not that Yuri was remotely interested in any of that - he was a teacher himself, but he had no intentions of reporting any rule-breaking he caught here. 

He was doing it himself, after all. 

Dragging his sickle-and-chain along the floor behind him, he found a nice, open spot to practice in. Lovely. After assessing his surroundings and deciding that they were satisfactory, he raised the kusarigama and began to swing her around. Fast. Faster. He was homing his skills both in weaponry and in his element, wind, and as the spinning chain gained speed, it began to whip up a small dust-devil.

In any case she continued to wander the area, hands clasped behind her back. The area behind the school was deserted for the most part, the occasional straggler here and there but they seemed to leave pretty fast. It wasn't until she felt the wind start to kick up that she noticed the small cloud of dust that'd started to form. Those... weren't supposed to happen just like that were they? She  glanced back the way she came then over to the dust cloud before making her way over to it.

[There's someone there..]

“What was home like?” Perhaps the question was prying too much into the girl’s life when they had hardly just met. But there was a reserved, almost sullen aura to her which struck Emanon’s curiosity. 

When the question came, Madotsuki was at a loss for words. How did one explain that all they'd known for a long time were the same four walls and a balcony. Eventually she lifted her gaze back to the other, "Lonely, it's something I got used to though," It was something she'd done of her own will after all.

Yes!! Sneaking! You…. You scared me.

[ Ib has always been afraid of rustling noises ever since she had gotten stuck inside of Guertena’s world. She’s well aware that she shouldn’t be taking this out on other people, but in the spur of the moment, all she could do was yelp as she fell into the trap of an awkward conversation. ]

I’m sorry…

[ All Ib could do was whisper those words out as she stared at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl in front of her. ]

It was strange how... familiar she was; they'd never even met.

"I.. it's okay," The brunette looked to the side before holding out her hand to the girl.