Battle Fantasia MUSH - User contributions [en]

Daichi Daigo

2013-10-10T17:37:11Z

Touyadachi:

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! colspan="2" align="center" | ''Art collaboration with [[Junko Ishiki]]''
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! style="text-align:left" | Full Name:
| Sora Godai
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! style="text-align:left" | Aliases:
| Light Maiden Hope
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! style="text-align:left" | Gender:
| Female
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! style="text-align:left" | Age/Birthdate:
| ~200 (??? 18XX)
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! style="text-align:left" | Height:
| 5'5"
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! style="text-align:left" | Hair Colour:
| Raven, two Grey strips
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! style="text-align:left" | Eye Colour:
| Red
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! style="text-align:left" | Astrological Sign:
| Rising Star of Kitsune
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! style="text-align:left" | Blood Type:
| Magic
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! style="text-align:left" | Friend Food:
| Bursts of flavor
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! style="text-align:left" | Enemy Food:
| Boring dishes
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! style="text-align:left" | Reputation:
| Mysterious Magical Girl
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! style="background:#CC6699; border: 2px #CC0033 solid; font-size: 110%;" align="center" colspan="2" | '''Dossier'''
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! style="text-align:left" | Organization:
| Unaffiliated
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! style="text-align:left" | Position:
| Full-time spirit
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! style="text-align:left" | School:
| None
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! style="text-align:left" | Source:
| Original Theme
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! style="text-align:left" | Player:
| [[User:Touyadachi|Touyadachi]]
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! colspan="2" align="center" | [[File:DaichiDaigo.png|300px]]
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! colspan="2" align="center" | ''Art collaboration with [[Junko Ishiki]]''
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! style="background:#CC6699; border: 2px #CC0033 solid; font-size: 110%;" align="center" colspan="2" | '''IC Information'''
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! style="text-align:left" | Full Name:
| Daichi Daigo
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! style="text-align:left" | Aliases:
| None
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! style="text-align:left" | Gender:
| Male
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! style="text-align:left" | Age/Birthdate:
| 17 (???, 1996)
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! style="text-align:left" | Height:
| 5'7"
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! style="text-align:left" | Hair Colour:
| Brown, two Grey strips
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! style="text-align:left" | Eye Colour:
| Blue
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! style="text-align:left" | Astrological Sign:
| Sign of the Devil
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! style="text-align:left" | Blood Type:
| Iron-based
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! style="text-align:left" | Friend Food:
| Plain dishes
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! style="text-align:left" | Enemy Food:
| Bitter or spicy dishes
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! style="text-align:left" | Reputation:
| Scary no-good delinquent
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! style="text-align:left" | Organization:
| Unaffiliated
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! style="text-align:left" | Position:
| Yakuza Clan Heir
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! style="text-align:left" | School:
| [[School:_Ohtori_Academy|Ohtori Academy]] (Grade 11)
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! style="text-align:left" | Source:
| Original Theme
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! style="text-align:left" | Player:
| [[User:Touyadachi|Touyadachi]]
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| "Ugh. The hell happened last night? Why am I upside down? What the crap did she do with my body?! SORA!"
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! style="background:#CC6699; border: 2px #CC0033 solid; font-size: 110%;" align="center" colspan="2" | '''Profile'''
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| Sora Godai is a Light Maiden whose soul was ripped from her body by an unknown evil shortly before the Fall of Edo in 1868, leaving her to drift aimlessly through our world. Daichi Daigo is the son of an influencial Yakuza boss in modern times, and he would much prefer it if people kept their damned distance. Funny how fate conspired to bring these two together in every sense of the word. As he lay dying following a demon attack, Daichi managed to cheat death by forging a contract with Sora. She would lend him her strength, fusing their spirits together so as to keep him alive. Daichi, in turn, would act as her anchor in this earthly realm, lending her his human shell in times of trouble so that she could fulfill her duties as Light Maiden Hope. But was Sora really up for the task? She had forgotten so much about her own powers, and about being human. And poor Daichi, how would he ever explain acting as a vessel for a superhuman vigilante to his Yakuza family?
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== Background Information ==

===Edo Period, 18XX===
* Sora Godai is born to a Japanese aristocrat family.

* Sora Godai grows older.

* Sora Godai grows some more.

* Sora Godai makes a contract with a mysterious traveling mask salesman. Receiving a Kitsune Mask from him, she is henceforth given the title of Light Maiden Hope. Strongest out of all the Light Maidens of that time, Sora's job is to fight the enduring enemies of humanity, push back the darkness and bring hope to where it is needed most.

* Sora Godai lives a double life and all is well.

* An unknown evil coalesces off the shore of Japan and begins advancing inland. Light Maidens everywhere rally to the call and try to defeat it in combat, but the evil doesn't even acknowledge them, continuing to lumber onward undeterred. Finally Light Maiden Hope shows up at the scene and blasts the evil with everything she has. The bad news is that everything Sora had was still not enough to defeat the evil. The worse news is that everything Sora had was ''just'' enough to finally draw the evil's attention.

* The evil rips Sora's spirit from her body, leaving her to drift aimlessly through the world.

===The Fall of Edo===
* 'Nuff said.

===1882===
* A powerful magical resonance washes over the world. Caught between planes of existence, Sora's spirit suffers the brunt of the magical wave, her spirit ripped to shreds and scattered across the world as tiny spiritual sand specks. Only her core of a Magical Girl remains, left to watch over the world in its dormant state.

===2013===
* Daichi Daigo is a Yakuza heir. Daichi Daigo goes to Ohtori. Daichi Daigo goes on a school trip.

* While on tour with his art class in a local museum, Daichi is caught in the middle of a demon attack.

* Part of the ceiling collapses on Daichi, and he lies on the floor dying.

* A half-broken Kitsune mask that is on display at the museum falls on Daichi as he lies there. Being Sora's Artifact, the contact with the mask allows Sora to offer Daichi a deal: she will give him hope if he gives the same to her.

* Daichi agrees.

* Dun dun duuuuuun...

===MUSH Opening===
* ???

== Personality Traits ==

'''DAICHI'''

* ''On the Outside'': A volatile, angry, violent, no-good delinquent.

* ''On the Inside'': Scared; trapped under the weight of his family's expectations and their portrayal of the world as a dog eat dog jungle.

'''SORA'''

* ''On the Outside'': An apathetic, dry, blunt, jaded lady.

* ''On the Inside'': Still rebuilding herself. Learning about the new world around her, trying to get in touch with her lost humanity. Eager to try out new things, in her own muted way.

== Relationships ==

===???===
*'''Sora Godai''': Sora saved Daichi's life, acting as his spiritual life support. Daichi, in turn, acts as Sora's anchor and provides her with a foothold in this earthly realm. Each can't exist without the other. For Daichi, who is used to pushing everyone away, being literally tied to someone is very difficult. For Sora, who had spent over a century being less-than-human, this is also new. Both acknowledge they owe each other a debt of gratitude, but it's doubtful they would ever express it outloud.

== Logs ==

*[[09-24-2013 - The Jam]] - Anthy gets slapped. Again. Mami comes to the rescue. Again. Sei is a bitch. Again. Daichi is anti-social. Again. Siiiiiiiigh.
*[[09-26-2013 - Cleaning Duty]] - It's like the Hunger Games except with Junko and Daichi playing everyone.
*[[09-28-2013 - The Forever Timeline]] - What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. WARNING: Contains potential Puella Magi Madoka Magica spoilers.
*[[10-05-2013 - Unknown Enemy II]] - Ohtori Gets A Visitor After School, One Who Wants Something More...
*[[10-09-2013 - The 100% Genuine Magical Apparatus & Doodad Boutique]] - Ren finds a senpai at the exact same time Daichi finds a Kouhai (batteries not included). Daichi then proceeds to spend the rest of his life trying to get rid of her again.

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2013-10-09 - The 100% Genuine Magical Apparatus & Doodad Boutique

2013-10-10T17:31:14Z

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|'''Summary''': 
''Ren finds a senpai at the exact same time Daichi finds a Kouhai (batteries not included). Daichi then proceeds to spend the rest of his life trying to get rid of her again.''
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| '''Who:''' 
[[Ren Aizawa]], [[Daichi Daigo]], Special Guest Star Shiguchi Takahata, NPC Esquire
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| '''Where:''' 
Shibuya Shopping Ward
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| '''OOC Date:''' 
9/10/2013
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::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Meet Shiguchi Takahata.

A lover. A dreamer. A street vendor.

After dark Shiguchi similarly has been moonlighting as a bartender at the Banana No Banana Na Bar (more of a nighclub, really), with all proceeds going to Shiguchi Takahata's one true passion: rock music. Or was it punk music? Rock? Punk? Ehh, whatever, Shiguchi didn't know which was which, he just knew that /one/ of them was his ONE TRUE PASSION.

Unfortunately there was far more rock (or was it punk) music out there than Shiguchi had money to spend on. And with winter drawing ever closer, Shiguchi knew his days of street vendoring were limited. All too soon the days would get far too cold and he would not be able to loiter outside, merchandizing his wares. And /then/ he would not be able to afford his punk (or was it rock) music anymore! Oh no!

For that reason, every single workday now counted more than ever.

Standing behind his '100% Genuine Magical Apparatus & Doodad Boutique' (more of a folding table with cardboard signs), Shiguchi spied every single person who walked by with a critical eye. With his large jacket draped across his shoulders and his afro of spiky unruly hair, the young man looked more like a hippy hobo who was also a hobo hippy than a respectable member of society. Not even his crossed arms and his solemn expression could redeem his look, and many self-respecting businessmen and women marched on past the 'boutique' with nary a glance.

But that was okay. They weren't Shiguchi's target audience anyway. Shiguchi's traget audience had to be younger. More girly. Moe, yet also kawaii. Someone like... someone like...

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
...Someone like Ren? Oh no! Indeed, Ren is present within the shopping district. Which isn't a typical hangout for her all things considered. But when there may be a youma or other big bad lurking about in the shadows, she can make exceptions.

"Souverain Heraut... do you sense anything?" She quietly asks the ornate silver ring hanging from the chain around her neck. The golden stone on the band lights up as a reply comes.

<NO YOUR MAJESTY. PERHAPS WE SHOULD WIDEN OUR SEARCH. IT MAY HAVE MOVED ON.>

"Ah, I was afraid you would say something like that..." Ren sighs with a shake of her head. "Alright then. I suppose it can't be helped." Such is the life of a magical girl dedicated to striking down the forces of evil! Manga and anime always makes it seem more glamorous, eh?

She starts to move past Shiguchi and his table, unaware of his plans...

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Shiguchi peers at Ren with a single open eye, a finger tapping at his chin.

Moe? Check.

Kawaii? Check.

Sugoi desu? Check and check!

Eager to spend money? DAMN WELL BETTER BE CHECK!!

Snapping both eyes wide open, the vendor springs into action. Removing his finger from his chin, he whips his hand around and points at Ren most dramatically. "You! Yes, you! GIRL." For the sake of our viewers at home, Shiguchi's tendency to speak in awful Engrish will be conveyed through the use of fully-capitalized words. "I knew I sensed something special about you the moment you passed by. MAGNIFICENT. Yes, kawaii sugoi desu chan, there is definitely something ~magical~ about you. Ahh, I knew I hit the nail on the head, didn't I? HOME STRIKE." That should have been Home Run. Please don't judge him, he is just a simple Nihon-jin.

"Ahh, little girl," Shiguchi continues, "please don't be shy, you have caught my attention as well as my heart. OH, but it is not /my/ heart you seek, is it BABY? A girl as innocent as you, yours beats for a PURE LOVER. Who is it? A teacher? A classmate? Dare I say it... a CE-LE-BU-RI-TY? With my authentic 100% genuine magical charms, your wish can come /true/. OH YEAH."

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Ren freezes. Her eyes widen. And she pretty much resembles a deer caught in the headlights of a very swiftly approaching 18-wheeler. Though in this case the aforementioned vehicle is some overly-enthusiastic street salesman. Which is /just/ as deadly.

The language he uses is bold and exiciting. Or at least it's supposed to be. Ren just finds it to be overbearing. And that Engrish? Not endearing at all, sorry! "Lo...ver?" Ren repeats as if it's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard. She doesn't have a secret crush! Shaking her head she starts to back away, waving her hands in front of her in what's know as the universal gesture for 'NOPE NOPE NOPE'.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
All the while Ren waves her arms 'NOPE NOPE NOPE', Shiguchi is nodding his head 'YUP YUP YUP'.

"COME ON, GIRL, don't you want a chance at love?! Of course you do, they all do!"

Leaning over his table, the vendor reaches out and pulls Ren back in, exhibiting what has to be some kind of freaky street vendor magic all of his own, what with his long reach. "Look here, we have magical charms, magical incense, magical keychains, magical origami paper -- just write your wish on it and fold it and POOF -- magical water -- taken from the magical spring of Buddha's private summer shrine -- magical plushies -- watch out, they squeak!" Shiguchi nabs one and squeezes it in Ren's face to demonstrate.

''squeak''

"CUH-YOOT, LADY. And we also have the ever popular magical High School Level Crush charm, they've been selling like hot cakes. OOH, HAWT."

Said High School Level Crush charm looks more like a tiny figurine made of small sticks tied up with a string to resemble a humanoid shape. For something that was selling like hot cakes, there sure were still a whole lot of them on sale.

"What will it be, BABY? Trust me, money is not an issue!" Whoa, shouldn't the customer be the one to decide that? "Tell me which you want and make /your/ wish come true. Love's first KISSU could be yours by morning, na-nana-nana-naaaa~"

Shiguchi riffs on an air guitar in his enthusiasm.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
"Ahh!" Ren is pulled back over to the table before she can fully react. "H-Hey!" She wrenches her hand away, rubbing her arm slightly where the vendor's grip was before. What nerve! She furrows her brows, though that doesn't even begin to make her look upset. Shiguichi launches into an explanation on his wares, explaining how each and every one is MAGICAL. MAGICAL this. MAGICAL that. Simply MAGICAL! Ren, however, knows better than to fall for /that/ load of garbage. When the plushie is shoved into her face she recoils.

"I d-don't really like plush toys." She says softly, remembering a certain incident with DARK PLUSHIES that is still very fresh on her mind. "I really don't want anything you're selling..."

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
"Are are," Shiguchi waves his hand dismissively, "you knock it, you buy it, AH HA HA HA." The man clutches at his stomach as he laughs uproariously, drowning Ren's feeble protests with his overbearing personality.

"But HEY, we're not done! If these aren't to your liking we also have magical candy, magical tarot cards, magical yoga manuals, magical candles..."

MEANWHILE, WALKING DOWN THE EXACT SAME STREET.

Daichi trudges through the shopping district with two packed plastic bags dangling from each hand. The spiritual form of Sora is floating behind him, naturally not holding anything at all. What started as Daichi venturing onto the mainland in order to renew his school supply of general hygiene and manly care products all too soon devolved into a full-blown shopping spree courtesy of Sora.

"What's that?" She would ask Daichi in her bland voice, pointing at a package of something or other on a store shelf.

"Kch," Daichi would spit, before glancing left and right and answering in a growled whisper, "It /says/ what it is on the /front/."

Sora, unfazed, would nod her head. "Mm," she would consider his words and then drone with the same neutral expression, "Add it to the cart."

"What?!"

And so the cycle would repeat, with Daichi putting up a hissy fit all through Sora getting her way.

Now that they were done shopping, Daichi is making his way to the train station, an ugly scowl on his features. The only thing keeping the dark clouds above him at bay is the knowledge that today's shopping spree has finally come to an end. OR HAS IT?

Sora, maintaining her apathetic expression all throughout, catches wind of an enthusiastic street vendor exalting the virtues of his magical wares.

"Daichi," the spirit's soft voice makes Daichi freeze. He slowly creaks his neck around to glare daggers at his ghostly compatriot. Said compatriot, not intimidated, points at Shiguchi. "What's that?"

At the sound of the question, Daichi nearly shoots steam out of his nostrils. OH NO SHE ISN'T!!

"Na-nana-na-naaa~, BABY," Shiguchi air guitars again at his stand. "I think I know what the problem is. You like so much of my stuff, you can't pick which to buy. Is that it? Is that it? AW YEAH, IT'S A BINGO. Tell you what, I will sell you /everything/. Bargain price."

Oh no! Was this it? Was this the end of our intrepid heroine, Ren Aizawa? Was this... how the story ends?

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
WHY WON'T HE JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE HER ALONE?! Ren feels as though she's being held prisoner. Which is ridiculous! She can walk away anytime! But... but...

She covers her ears and winces when he air guitars some more. Why does he keep doing that? It's not funny! How does he hope to sell anything?! Ever?! It's so puzzling! He's /so/ bad at this that it's almost sad enough for her to want to buy- NO! WHAT?! GASP! What if that's his plan?! Being so terrible at pitching his fake magical items that people feel sorry for him and buy them?!

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
"Here," Shiguchi helpfully begins piling up his merchandise at the center of the table in preparation of wrapping it up for Ren. "I'll write up a nice receipt for the lovely LADY and--"

Who knows how much worse this situation would have gotten if not for the timely intervention of a shadow falling over Shiguchi's 'boutique'. The vendor's speech cuts off and he looks up, his heart skipping a beat as he finds himself staring straight into the face of one Daichi Daigo. One very pissed off Daichi Daigo.

Of course Sora had her way in the end. Poor Daichi only wasted his breath when he entered a one-sided heated debate with the girl, trying to put his foot down and refusing to buy any kind of craptacular 'magical' item.

And now here he is, going to buy one anyway.

And it makes him /mad/.

"I heard you were selling 'magical' items," Daichi intones, the aggression very clearly bubbling behind the scenes. Even the sun seems to choose that moment to hide behind a cloud, its warming rays blotted from view. The world is thrust into dramatic shadows as a cold wind breezes past. "If you like selling them so much," Daichi continues, letting go of one of the plastic bags and having it drop to the pavement with a crunch. "Then why don't you," he reaches for his pocket, and Shiguchi swears Daichi is going to pull a weapon on him. "SELL ME ONE OF YOUR GODDAMNED CHARMS?!" Daichi roars that last bit, whipping his fist high out of his pocket and slamming it down on the table, a yen bill under his now open palm.

"KYAAAAAAAAAA," Shiguchi squeals like a moe and kawaii schoolgirl, freaking the hell out to the point of forgetting to speak in awful Engrish. "OF-OF COURSE, TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALL, FREE ON THE HOUSE, JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

And then Shiguchi flees down the street with tears at the corners of his eyes. Why, his feet are moving so fast, they are little more than a flailing mass of chibi circles! Daichi and Sora stare after the sobbing vendor. What the hell is /his/ problem?

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Oh no. He's just assuming she's going to buy all of that?! Ren watches in horror as the salesman piles up a variety of "magical" items and talks of ringing her up for them. And that's when the reality hits her. For as brave as she is as a magical girl... she's still very much the quiet little wallflower she's always been when she's not beating up monsters. It's a crushing thought, really, and she all but deflates right there on the spot. "Sir..."

Though she, like Shiguichi, has what she's going to say cut off by the sudden shallow the befalls the immediate vicinity of the table. A half-turn to the side reveals the distinctly masculine form of a boy who appears to be around her age -- maybe a year or two older at most. The expression he's wearing looks serious; almost bordering on scary. And then he speaks, clearly putting fear into the formerly jubilant vendor. Ren brings a hand up to her mouth when the boy goes for his pocket. Oh no! He can't be pulling out... money? The way he shouts and pounds the bill onto the table is so overly dramatic that Ren very nearly falls over backwards. A sweatdrop is running down the back of her head for sure though in typical anime fashion.

Shiguichi folds /completely/ and runs for the hills, and as he's kicking up a dust cloud in his wake Ren realizes what this means. SHE'S FREE! Without even thinking she jumps up and wraps her arms around the neck of her mysterious savior. "THANKYOUSOMUCHHEWOULDN'TLEAVEMEALONEANDITWASGETTINGREALLY-" She doesn't finish that giant run-on sentence. Because her brain /just/ manages to alert her to the fact that she's all up in the personal space of a ocmplete stranger. "Ehhhhhhhhhhh?!?!?!" She jumps back at lightning speed, cheeks red and eyes completely averted to the sidewalk. OHGODOHGODOHGOD.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
"Hmph," is Daichi's final conclusion once the vendor's gone. Perhaps there is a silver lining to this little confrontation after all - Daichi may be getting a stupid charm, but he sure as hell is not going to spend any money on it now! Stuffing the bill back in his pocket, the young man plucks one of the matchstick figurines out of the pile intended for Ren, picks up his plastic bag off the pavement and prepares to depart the same way he came.

He gets about half-a-step away, body in mid-turn when out of nowhere moe kawaii desu in his face.

"GHK!" The delinquent sputters, gritting his teeth when he is assaulted by the smaller girl. His fingers jerk open in surprise, letting /both/ plastic bags fall to the pavement with a crunch, and the Ohtori student himself very nearly falls over from sheer unpreparedness. Seriously, the delinquent hasn't registered Ren even once in all of this.

"Daichi," Sora remarks matter-of-factly. "You have a little something, there, right there." She points at Ren.

The spirit's words are like a red cloth being waved in front of Daichi's face. "THE HELL?!" He explodes, and it's a good thing Ren releases him, otherwise the older man would have thrown her down.

"What is wrong with you?! Hugging people who are minding their own business? You-- you-- Gragh!!"

Daichi throws his arms up in aggravation before gathering his bags and hurrying away from the little freak girl. He doesn't have the fuel to maintain a long-winded expletive-ridden rant at Ren. Most of his energies were spent on his lost battles with Sora. Right now he just wants to get back to his dorm and lock himself in his room for the rest of the day.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Daichi freaks out. Which... is perfectly acceptable. Ren winces, shutting her eyes and going into a quick bow. "Forgive me! It's just that he was really coming on too strong and I was being forced into buying those ridiculous charms and-" She opens her eyes as she stands back up to see her rescuer's retreating back. Oh. She blinks and watches him quickly putting distance between them. /Great./ He probably thinks she's some weirdo who hugs random people on the street! Maybe she should just turn around and run the other way immediately.

...But that's /not/ what she does. "Hey! HEY!" She gives chase, desperately waving her arms like a maniac. "I WAS TRYING TO APOLOGIZE!"

>:|! That's her angry face right there.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Sora looks almost bored as she observes the interaction between Daichi and the little school girl that could.

Daichi, on the other hand, is as far from bored as possible.

"/Apologize?/" He snaps at Ren as she gives chase, irritated to no small degree about how the stranger was persisting instead of leaving him alone. "You call this apologizing? After the day I had? Go find some /other/ way to apologize! Away from ME."

"From us," Sora says helpfully.

"From US," Daichi repeats automatically.

Wait.

"KEH! From /me/. ME. I meant from me! Ahh, godDAMNIT."

Sora would have smirked if she remembered how.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Ok he's back to being a little scary. Ren stops in her tracks, arms folded behind her in an attempt to look non-threatening. "S-Sorry." She says again, unable to stop. "But I'm really thankful for you coming along and scaring off that guy. He was a real pain."

And... us? Ren tilts her head at that. What does he mean by /us/? Passively, the ring from before glitters. Hmm.

"I'm sorry you're having a bad day but it's not reason to yell at someone who wants to express their gratitude." Her boldness comes back then, brows furrowed. How dare this jerk try to not accept her thanks! Who does he think he is?!

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
"You know," Sora says, idly rolling onto her back in mid-air, "the quicker you accept this, the quicker it will be over with."

Not that Sora has any stock in this situation one way or the other. As amusing as it is to see Daichi squirm, Ren was of no consequence to the magical girl. Whether the female student manages to convey the full depth of her gratitude or fails at it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things.

Daichi, of course, feels like he has plenty of stock. If it were up to him, Ren wouldn't be conveying anything, ever. But she was, and is. UGH. Why were people so... so... /uncooperative/?

Having already stopped dead in his tracks, the male student from Ohtori was now openly looking from Ren to Sora and back again, his expression twisted into one of intense concentration. He was so exhausted after today. Mulling over Sora's words, he had to admit that there was some wisdom to them. Daichi may have been quick to trigger, but he wasn't stupid.

"Gnmrfl," the older student finally vocalizes, tone disgruntled. "Fine. Express it."

The quicker she does, the quicker this ends. Right? /Right/?!

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
What's this? Ren's words seem to have gotten through to him! He certainly looks as if he's considering them. She's never seen herself as a convincing person so...

"Really?" She asks in response to his asserition that she "express it". "It" being her gratitude. Yay! Ren beams brightly with an enthusiastic nod. "Thank you! Of course! Umm... I can buy you something? How about lunch? Food is always a good thing to treat someone to in thanks. There's a ramen place around here that's supposed to be good! Would... you like that?"

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Food.

Sora's interest is immediately piqued and she rolls right back to her feet.

"No," Daichi says.

"Yes," Sora interjects.

"Yes," Daichi repeats. "--wait, /no/."

"Yes," Sora insists. She indicates with her head in Ren's direction, dry expression full of meaning.

Daichi's eye twitches. "...yes..." he ultimately grunts.

"A to-go bag," Sora continues once that's settled. "You will need a to-go bag. For everything."

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
No? Yes? YES? YES!

"Perfect!" Ren clasps her hands together in front of her now, an adorable smile overtaking her face. One that cannot be resisted. Hah.

"Come on!"

A short ways down from their current location is the previously mentioned ramen shop. It isn't much of a walk thankfully. "Here it is! I've never tried it before so don't get angry if it's not as good as people have said, ok?" Ok! She goes right up to the counter and begins to place her order.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Daichi puffs up with indignation when Ren admits to never having eaten at the ramen place before. Yet she deigns to inflict this untested ramen on /him/? How DARE she?

Before he can go on a tirade relating to this subject, the girl and the annoying smile that overtook her face scamper off to make an order. "Cute," Sora deadpans, using her ~special~ ghost powers to cut ahead in line and peer at the menu hanging above the counter. Decisions, decisions.

Once it's Daichi's turn, the young man steps up, takes a deep breath... and with his lips curled into a frown, awaits Sora to dictate to him his-- their-- her order.

As he feared, when Sora begins listing her desires it becomes clear just how many spicy additions she wants. Daichi hates spicy food. Fucking hell.

"And this is all to-go," the Ohtori student concludes the order, indicating he has no plans to eat it there with Ren.

(If anyone wants to get technical, Daichi isn't going to be eating it at all. Sora will be the one eating it, and Daichi is the one who will be stuck with the after-taste once Sora undoes her transformation, but that is neither here nor there.)

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Ren nods, order complete, and steps back to let Daichi place his. And... oh my. He sure does like his spicy items, doesn't he? She supposes it fits him, given how he looks and acts. 'I bet he isn't even that tough!' Ren thinks to herself, having to stiffle a snort.

"To go?" She snaps out of her thoughts when he says that last part. "Oh! Me too!" Yeah he's not going to just get his food and ditch her here to eat all by her lonesome like the jerk he's portraying himself to be.

Oh right. She should make conversation while they wait.

"I'm Ren Aizawa." She starts, giving him a small wave of hello. Introductions are key! Even if he obviously doesn't care to know anything at all about her she's still going to tell him some things! "I attend the Infinity Institute. How about you?"

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Is she seriously telling him her name? Daichi doesn't care! He's just gonna keep staring straight ahead with a frown and--

KER-RECORD SCRATCH.

Infinity Institute?! Daichi's head jerks at Ren so quickly, it's a wonder his neck doesn't snap. It is a well-known fact among Ohtori students that Infinity students are all dicks, and that they should go eat a dick. Yes! Infinity students should all go eat themselves. And now this girl... she's...

"Who says I attend school at all?" Is the snappy, almost automatic response.
"But you do," Sora drones.
"Shut up," Daichi bites at her, though it may as well have been said to Ren, since clearly there was no one else there for Daichi to speak at /except/ Ren.

But then Daichi smells an opportunity. No sooner had he finished snapping at Sora that he addresses Ren proper with: "Ohtori Academy."

Yeah, if nothing else, perhaps THIS will get Ren off his back.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Well /excuse/ her. Ren frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. He /totally/ goes to school. He's just keeping up the jerk act, clearly.

And then he tells her to shut up. Wha? >:0

Yeah, he's doing himself no favors at all! Ren is about to give him a piece of her mind when he outs himself as an Ohtori student.

Oh. OH. OOOOOOOOH. That explains /everything/.

"You mean that school of snobs?" It comes out before she can censor herself -- not that she truly wants to anyway! "You're doing a bang-up job representing them, by the way." ZING. She is on /fiyah/ right now!

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Ren's words hit Daichi right in the spot. Yeah, /the/ spot. He stares at the girl for a moment longer, his overcast face growing stormy. And then he swivels on his heels and marches right out.

Or he would have. As it is, he only manages to reach the door before Sora calls out, "Daichi. Food."

The young man halts, grinds his teeth, and marches back to where Ren is waiting for their orders. And he stands there, pointedly ignoring the Infinity brat and boring holes in the wall opposite him with his eyes.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Not so talkative now are we? Ren grins widely, satisfied with herself for shutting Daichi up. The silence between them persists... which unfortunately gives Ren enough time to start feeling guilty.

Damn!

She tentatively starts to move closer to him -- much like an easily spooked animal sniffing out the potential for peril. By the time she's comfortable her position is fairly near to him now. Then she sighs.

"I don't suppose you would accept another apology from me?" The look she has on is KAWAII. Because he's been so unable to resist that so far, right? "...But you still have to admit you're being difficult."

THUNK. That was the sound of some of the sincerity she was trying to utilize hitting the floor. Ren giggles.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Daichi doesn't believe his ears. "I'm. Being. Difficult?!" Every word is punctuated by a slight turn of his head, until the male student's gaze is once again fully focused on the girl by his side. Oh, if only looks could kill - then Daichi's look would... actually not kill Ren at all, as he appeared more incredulous than anything else.

But his hands around her neck as he strangled the life out of her sure would kill her!

Except for the fact that Daichi's hands were full with shopping bags. Also self-restraint. Can't forget self-restraint.

"/You're/ the one forcing yourself on ME," the delinquent accused the girl. "Feh! Typical of a meddlesome Infinity brat." And unlike Ren, Daichi doesn't seem nearly as smug about this counter-zing. Merely frustrated.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
"I'm not some meddlesome Infinity brat!" Ren counters huffily. "I'll have you know I attended Juuban up until I was recruited!" So HAH! Take that Mr. Snob!

Wait. She was supposed to be making amends. Ugggggh! Ren's body language softens and her expression turns sheepish. "I... didn't even /want/ to go to Infinity." Though she doesn't mention the positives that came out of becoming a student at the famous charter school.

The ring subtly glitters again.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Finally, Ren does something right as some of the fire inside Daichi diminishes at the sound of her final words. Didn't want to go to Infinity? Then why is she? Bah, whatever.

"Sucks to be you," is Daichi's blunt remark following the girl's confession.

This, however, is promptly amended with Daichi's own attempt to make amends - or perhaps he was just being introspective. Whichever the case, he offers his own gruff admission, saying, "I didn't want to go to Ohtori either."

And Sora... she would have made a dry comment at that point about the tender moment that was developing between Ren and Daichi, except her attention was caught by the glint of the ring. She only gave it a cursory glance at first, no more than an instictive look. But then her eyes narrowed, her gaze focused, and--

''DING''

Everyone gets interrupted by the man at the counter announcing their orders. It was time to pay and go.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
"Yeah. Thanks." It /does/ kind of suck to be Ren in some ways. Given her whole family situation and how she grew up feeling about her own self-worth. But now with Souverain Heraut by her side and the world of magic opened to her, things are certainly looking up!

She doesn't say that out loud though because secret identities and all that. Can't go around talking about magic and devices and everything else included. Plus Daichi probably wouldn't get it.

Hah. Hah hah hah. Oh boy, if Ren /only/ knew, huh?

"Eh? You didn't want to go to Ohtori?" Her eyes focus in on Daichi as if he's become the most interesting person in the room. Kindred spirits?!

''DING''

Oh right! The food! Ren rushes to the counter, fishing out her wallet to fork over the right amount for both of their orders. "Thank you!"

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
With everything said and done, Daichi reaches over Ren's head and plucks his order off the counter while she pays. Yet another bag added to his haul. Yipee.

"Say thank you to the nice girl, Daichi," Sora instructs.

Daichi makes a sour face and says nothing.

Sora sighs and floats close to Ren, leaning her face right next to the girl's ear. "Daichi says thank you," she says oh-so-dryly.

The male student's eyes narrow. "Did you hear that?" He asks Ren, the question probably sounding as if it came out of nowhere.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Manners, Daichi. You need them. Like, badly. Ren doesn't pester him though. If he wants to be that way he certainly-

<YOUR MAJESTY. THERE'S... SOMEONE.> Souverain Heraut telepathically sends into his master's mind. Oh, she knows that /now/ of course. Because while Sora has been pretty undetected by the young mage due to the spirit keeping her distance, there's no way coming in that close to whisper thanks on behalf of Daichi would fly under Ren's magical radar.

She rounds to throw a shocked look over at the Ohtori student. "Yes." She answers, head tilting quizzically. "Who was that?" Whoever it was, they were familiar with Daichi -- enough to speak on his behalf.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
There was a plan in Daichi's head. The plan went a little something like this:

"Did you hear that?" Daichi asks.

"No," Ren replies, shocked at his sudden question.

"Good," Daichi says, before turning around and making for the door with deliberate steps. At the very last moment, right before he will have disappeared into the night (because in Daichi's fantasy it was now nighttime instead of the middle of the afternoon), he may or may not have stopped in his tracks to say, "That was the sound of me saying thank you."

And then the young delinquent would vanish, disappearing out of Ren's life forever. Or more precisely, Ren disappearing out of /his/ life forever.

WELL, SO MUCH FOR THAT PLAN NOW.

Instead of making his smooth exit, Daichi blurts a most undignified, "GNH!", recoiling from Ren in a panic at her words. And yes, Daichi /is/ panicking. This was no longer the aggressive and scary Daichi from before, but more of a cornered animal. His eyes darting left and right in their sockets -- perhaps checking if anyone else heard Sora, or perhaps in an attempt to find the nearest exit -- Daichi never answers Ren's own question. Instead, he bolts. The sound of the door being thrown wide open is the last sound he makes, accompanied by his retreating footsteps.

Sora, likewise, only has enough time to lean back from Ren, put a hand to her chin and exhale a subdued (if thoughtful) "Huh," before Daichi's increasing distance begins tugging on her.

"Oh, that's rude," she remarks in her usual soft voice as her body floats away of its own accord, pulled by her bond with Daichi. Just as she finished speaing, her body phases through the wall and out of sight. Not that she was really /in/ sight to begin with, but...

She didn't even get a chance to inspect that ring again.

::'''[[Ren Aizawa]] has posed''': 
Yeah, so much for that plan. What did Daichi expect her to do? Shout out whatever secret it was she'd only just stumbled upon? And by the way he's reacting, /this/ is something major.

<THEY DON'T SEEM TO BE A THREAT.> Well, Souverain Heraut seems to be alright with Daichi and whatever it was he had going on with him. Ren nods, casting a curious glance at the older boy. Within the very next instant he's traveled from the counter, to the exit, and through the door leading back outside.

Wow. Is he on the track team or something? Impressive!

Ren grabs her food, bows to the server, and then gives chase!

2013-09-28 - The Forever Timeline

2013-10-10T17:14:09Z

[[Category: Logs]]
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! style="background:#CC6699; border: 2px #CC0033 solid; font-size: 110%;" align="center" colspan="2" | '''Title: The Forever Timeline'''
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|'''Summary''': 
''What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. WARNING: Contains potential Puella Magi Madoka Magica spoilers.''
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| '''Who:''' 
[[Homura Akemi]], [[Amu Hinamori]], [[Daichi Daigo]]
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| '''Where:''' 
Ohtori Academy
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| '''OOC Date:''' 
28/9/2013
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|}

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Lunch time. The most important time of the day for budding students who live and die on brain food. A time for socializing, for bartering, and for learning about the world economy. Whether it is in strengthening one's bonds by exchanging delicious bento box treats through heated negotiations, showing off the latest octopus-themed dish in a social game of heirarchy and status, or by fighting to buy the last Sweet Bread in the cafeteria shop after felling countless rivals - the time of lunches is like a tiny window into Real World Experience.

For Daichi, lunch time is an opportunity to give a resounding 'Fuck you' to all of the above.

Having no bonds to strengthen, no specially made bento boxes to show off, and no interest in sweet bread, all Daichi cares for is bumming around school as he waits for this kafkaesque quagmire of studies and lectures to reach its conclusion come the afternoon. School was bad enough all on its own, but Ohtori Academy was something else altogether. No matter how many years Daichi had already spent within these vibrant halls, the academy remains a constant reminder of the pressure his family puts on him, expecting him to excel at his studies and become a shining pillar of the Yakuza community.

Trudging through the Acadamy with his hands in his pockets, Daichi glares at anyone who stands in his path, the force of his look alone enough to send students stumbling out of the way. Behind him, the ghostly form of Sora follows, the bright sun streaming through the hallay windows dancing through her iridescent kimono.

Stopping at a vending machine off by the corner, Daichi fishes around for some money and deposits it into the contraption. Finger hovering around the many buttons at the side, the delinquent pulls on his nose in disdain and buys himself some canned coffee. Truth be told, this particular male student would love nothing more than to go to sleep and forget about his troubles and his life, but unfortunately there was n o e s c a p e.

As the machine whirs and processes the order, Sora tilts her head in curiosity before leaning forward, sticking her ghostly noggin' through the machine in order to observe its inner machinations. CLANG! The requested can drops down the main shaft all too soon and Sora pulls her head back out, a hand to her chin in thought. "Fascinating," she murmurs.

Daichi ignores her, claiming his can in silence. Tapping on the aluminum top a few times, he cracks open the tab with a familiar pressurized hiss and takes a swig. Ugh, bittersweet.

Turning to walk away, the male student only manages half-a-step before Sora's voice stops him.

"Again," she says.

Daichi gives a languid twist of his head, glancing at Sora over his shoulder with a befuddled frown. "Huh?"

Sora points at the vending machine. "Buy another," she clarifies.

Daichi considers protesting but ultimately just sighs. It wasn't unheard of for Sora to try out various drinks and foods while transformed, leaving an awful aftertaste in Daichi's mouth after handing his body back to him. That must have been why she wanted him to buy another can. And so Daichi does just that, and once again, Sora sticks her head into the vending machine, spying on each and every mechanical step undertaken by this miracle of science.

Once the purchase is complete, Sora immediately pulls her head back out and repeats, "Again."

"Wha--" Daichi stares at his female compatriot. "Are you fucking out of your mind?! I'm not made of chump change here! Why would I buy more?"

Of course he has to keep his voice barely above a heated whisper. It would be unseemly if people caught him talking to the air.

::'''[[Homura Akemi]] has posed''': 
Lunch Time. The most important time of the day for etc. etc.

At least it is that for most people. Most people have lives to lead and plans for the future. They have families and friends and can laugh and cry together knowing that the only thing they have to fear are exams and social politics. True, the life of a student in Japan is not a charmed or easy existance, but it has a certain value to it. A value that shouldn't be traded away lightly.

Homura Akemi has no desire for these things. Since transferring to Ohtori Academy there have been many attempts made by various social groups to include the mysterious, beautiful, intelligent, and athletic young woman to their numbers. They've all been given the cold shoulder. Indeed, more than a few have been shocked at how easily this young woman has given them the cold shoulder. Some may have even begun to plot to bring her down a peg.

Homura Akemi doesn't care.

So what does this woman do on her lunch breaks then? Does she eat? Certainly, though it seems she does so swiftly. The bulk of her time is instead spent walking the campus grounds seemingly alone. It's hard to detect a pattern to her movements. Only someone who knows who she is guarding and who she is guarding them against would understand.

It is during one of these patrols that Homura is passing by the vending machines on campus. At first the person standing at one of them does not reflect in her eyes. He isn't the one she is looking for. Similarly she moves with such silence and lack of presence that one would be hard pressed to notice her passing behind you. Particularly if one were distracted by the increasingly unreasonable demands of a spirit in an iridescent kimono. It seems that today is destined to be no meeting between Homura Akemi and Daichi Daigo...

'Are you fucking out of your mind?!' The rest is lost in the hushed sigh of a whisper.

"Is there something wrong?" An evenly toned voice speaks up from behind Daichi. Should he turn to face it, he would find a Middle School aged girl, one of his underclassman, standing there and staring at him with cold violet eyes. She wears the uniform of a Middle Schooler, but like so many she has altered it a bit to her tastes by wearing a pair of black tights with brown loafers.

And no matter how much he scowls Daichi finds she will not flinch or look away.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
If history was any indication, there was a 77.8% chance that the argument between Daichi and Sora would have lasted for less than two minutes, at the end of which Sora would have gained the upper-hand by bluntly giving Daichi an unpleasant ultimatum. Then again, there was a 22.1% chance that Daichi would have gained the upper -hand through sheer determination, though that eventuality would have called for the young man to remain calm in the face of pressure -- which was a rare event.

And then there was the outlier... a 0.1% chance for a wildcard to present itself. How many lifetimes and how many alternate worlds have the many versions of Daichi and Sora experienced in which this wildcard manifested?

At the sound of Homura's voice, Daichi stiffens. His head whips around, followed by the rest of his body as he spins to fully face the newcomer. "Wha--Guh!" is his most eloquent response to the question Homura posed to him. Where the hell did she come from all of a sudden?

It takes a second or two to tick by -- Daichi grasping a coffee can in each hand and staring down at the raven-haired girl in shock -- before his brow twitches. What was once a stare becomes a glare, and the male student does indeed scowl.

And he scowls. And he scowls harder. And he scowls hardest...

The beads of sweat collecting on his brow weight heavily against his skin. This girl... had guts.

"What are you lookin' at?" Daichi finally demands.

As for Sora, her interest was, and remains, the vending machine. Homura only receives the most symbolic of looks before the spirit turns back to Daichi and says, "Buy another one or I will tell this girl, at length, about the Snoopy print on your pajamas."

Daichi's breath hitches in his throat. Maintaining eye contact with Homura, although his stare-turned-glare has now become more of an aggressive look of trepidation, the young man hisses between his teeth, "Shut up!"

Please just walk away, Homura, please just walk away, Homura, please just walk away, Homura...

::'''[[Amu Hinamori]] has posed''': 
Lunch time is the best time. Today, Amu is out wandering... partly to avoid Kukai after he promised to do training today. She might not be able to escape the inevitable after school, but she can at least relax now!

The fact that there are two upperclassmen near the drink machines doesn't dissuade Amu from approaching, though there is a hushed conversation going on around her. "Amu-chan, Amu-chan, doesn't she look cool?" "Shhh, not now, Ran." "He looks tough. Maybe we should rough him up." "Miki, stop pretending everyone is with the Yakuza." "He looks grumpy. Let's make him cookies!" "...Suu! Augh..." The pink-haired girl presses her palm to her forehead. "Now shush before they see me and think I'm talking to myself." A chorus of 'awwww...' sounds as the trio float back into the case on Amu's hip.

Taking a deep breath, Amu finally approaches, steeling her expression. It falls into a neutral one as she pauses just by the two... then looks up at Daichi. "You're blocking the machine."

::'''[[Homura Akemi]] has posed''': 
Anyone passing by this pair my indeed feel worried about Homura's safety. After all she's a middle schooler facing down a delinquent high school student who is clearly in an unpleasant mood, all by herself. She doesn't even have a posse of other similarly aged girls to back her up. And yet... and yet.

The second hand ticks by. Homura's neutral expression remains steady against the pressure of that Yakuza scowl. Finally when that pressure fails to crack the craggy indifference of Homura Akemi, Daichi turns to demanding to know what it is she is staring at.

And then he hisses between his teeth for her to shut up.

At least that's what someone else may have interpreted Daichi's actions as being. They'd think he had gone insane. That he was dangerous, and perhaps she should tell a teacher. Instead Homura breaks eye contact with Daichi to look down at the drinks in his hands with casual disinterest.

Or so it seems. In fact the space between Homura's ears is a hive of activity, thrumming with consideration over a thousand variables. Lines that can be turned on and off but that have implications that travel forward from the present and move onwards to a hazy, wavering future. She makes a decision. Homura's eyes snap up to meet Daichi's. Her mouth opens...

A flash of pink.

Homura's eyes widen suddenly, her raven locks whipping upwards as she turns to face...

'You're blocking the machine.' Homura's expression returns to neutrality almost instantly. No, of course not. She would be eating lunch with her friends right now, as she always did. Laughing, smiling, sharing stories. Homura can feel her jaw clench tight.

"I apologize. I had distracted Daichi Daigo while he was buying drinks for himself and a friend." She turns from Amu to Daichi. With one hand she reaches back, trailing her fingers through the thick silky tresses with a flourish flipping them back over her shoulder. "There will be time later for this conversation, after all."

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Once more, there was a 93.68% chance that Sora would have gotten her way. There was an additional 6.31% chance Daichi would have gotten his. And then, there was that 0.01% chance of something else. Yet another wildcard thrown in the mix. Every deck of cards had at least two jokers, after all.

But what were the odds that this particular deck at this particular time would..?

Amu's arrival is not nearly as sneaky as Homura's. While the latter's presence remained obscured from Daichi until it was far too late, Amu walks up to the vending machine like a regular human, with regular human legs. Or she would have walked up to the vending machine, had Daichi not been blocking it.

"Kch!" The delinquent vocalizes, sneering as he looks away from Homura so as to give Amu a sidelong glance. 'Little brat with her little bratty face' is what passes through the male student's head. He almost decides to buy a third drink as per Sora's request just so as to spite Amu and that neutral gaze of hers, but--

> "I apologize. I had distracted Daichi Daigo while he was buying drinks for himself and a friend."

Daichi's heart skips a beat. His pupils shrink, refocusing on Homura with a numb intensity. Amu ceases to exist. Sora ceases to exist. The Snoopy print definitely ceases to exist. And for a brief moment that could just as well have stretched to infinity, the only people to matter were Daichi and Homura.

How did she know his name? His /full/ name? He had never seen her before in his life. What else did she know about him? Was she related to another Yakuza family? The police? Teacher's union? Why did she mention 'friend'? If she knew who he was, she should have known he /had/ no friends! Unless she meant...

"Fucking hell," Daichi gives a breathy growl, alarmed and agitated, and agitated over being alarmed. Moving away from the machine, the male student instead steps right up to Homura, invading her personal space. "Who are you?" He whispers, looming over the girl.

Sora, meanwhile... well, she couldn't care less. Whatever ridiculous school-time shenanigans Daichi got up to were none of her concern. Right now, she simply wanted to watch the vending machine work again. And... it looked like she would get her wish thanks to Amu. "Oh good," she deadpans, expressing her nevertheless genuine approval.

--

The very same girl in her iridescent robes was standing on top of a tall skyscraper, observing the brewing storm up ahead. Her neutral expression was hidden only by a half-broken kitsune mask covering the top part of her face. The wind rushed around her in a violent gust as Walpurgisnacht hit the mainland.

Light Maiden Hope turned her head to look at Homura.

--

Sora turns her ghostly head and pushes it back into the vending machine, anticipating Amu's purchase.

::'''[[Amu Hinamori]] has posed''': 
Scaryscaryscary, -both- of them are giving such scary looks! She's not sure which is worse, the surprise changing to neutral from the middle school girl, or the sneer from the high school boy. Fortunately, she doesn't have to decide, as Daichi moves for her. "Is that so?" Yellow eyes focus briefly on Homura as Amu tries her best to sound disinterested. So there's -another- party involved here.

A coin is brought to the vending machine, pushed in, and Amu reaches for a button... and then -freezes-. She... she can't get strawberry milk. Not with two people here to see her. Quick, Amu, think! What do cool kids drink? Probably coffee, even though it's not really to her tastes. Well... maybe she can get a milk coffee. That's still plenty cool, right? The button is pressed, and the can falls down. "You two..." Amu pauses as she reaches down for the can. "Seem to know each other, hm?" She glances up, one hand casually coming to a lock of pink hair and flicking it aside. She's not quite as good at it as Homura, though, partially due to having shorter hair.

::'''[[Homura Akemi]] has posed''': 
--

Homura stands upon pillar that rises from earth to touch the heavens. The violent gust rushing past causing her hair to whip with a similar, violent intensity. She raises her left hand. The ring set upon her middle finger begins to glow with an intense violet light.

Purple flames wash across Homura's body, and within an instant she assumes the uniform of a Puella Magi. After the buckler forms upon her arm she reaches to touch it with her fingers. She closes her eyes, "This time for sure... I will be able to protect you."

By the dozens, more figures rise throughout the city preparing to meet the coming storm.

--

In truth, Homura was finished with this conversation. As implied she would be more interested in having this conversation later. Unfortunately Daichi did not seem to get the memo, and sure enough the delinquent is soon looming at her with even more fierce intensity. It is enough to stop Homura in her tracks. After all, he is whispering right now and the last thing she wants is for him to start yelling.

"I am an ally of those who know how to keep their compsure." Homura states coolly. Amu then speaks up. Really were it not for their uniforms it would be hard to tell between the two which was the elementary student and which as the middle school student. "Not really." Homura states in response to Amu's noting how Daichi and her seem to know one another. "I transferred to this school recently. I did not know him before I transferred here."

Leaning back, Homura tilts her head so she can regard both Amu and Daichi with her neutral expression. "My name is Homura Akemi. I am an eighth year student."

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
"Incredible," Sora says after she pulls out of the vending machine. Through her observations, the girl had reached the important conclusion that: vending machines were really really ingenius.

Whether something was or wasn't ingenius might not have mattered in the slightest insofar as her vow to become Light Maiden Hope was concerned, but deep down Sora thought that she wouldn't mind protecting the sort of people who made vending machines a reality.

--

Light Maiden Hope stood amidst the rubble of what was once a flourishing city. Puddles of rain mixed with sea water pooled within craters and between building husks as a monstrous shadow rose in the distance.

The battle had been won, but the day... had been lost.

"Seek him out," Light Maiden Hope said to Homura. "Daichi Daigo. I will be with him. He will be with me. Do not tarry."

How many times have these words been spoken? Only once. How many times have this battle repeated prior? Countless. But perhaps this time... perhaps /this/ time...

--

At Amu's question, Daichi gives the girl a scathing look for daring to interrupt. "Hell no," he blurts at the exact same time Homura provids her own 'Not really', earning a disgruntled curl of the lips from Daichi. Honestly, with the way the two of them denied knowing one another so bluntly and decisively, someone with an over-active imagination might find it a bit suspicious.

"Keh," the male student proceeds to sulk as Homura continues talking, taking charge of the conversation in her own muted way.

"Look, whatever," he says, finally getting Homura's memo. Either that or he decides this much social interaction is too much to his liking. "You're a weirdo," he looks at Homura, "You're a weirdo," he looks at Amu, "And I'm outta here!"

Spinning on his heels, the delinquent begins his departure.

"Wait, Daichi," Sora calls.

Daichi freezes.

Sora tilts her head. "Buy another?"

The punk loses his cool entirely, swiveling back around and barking, "SCREW THAT."

--

"Screw that!" A similar cry escaped Daichi's mouth, standing at the exact same vending machine and holding five cans including his own that Sora had forced him to buy in another lifetime. Homura was there as well. She had sought him out... once.

--

::'''[[Amu Hinamori]] has posed''': 
"An ally...?" That's such a weird phrase to use. Amu quirks an eyebrow slightly as she pops the top of her can. "Mmm?" A curious sound of acknowledgement escapes her as she takes a sip... ick, not as sweet as she'd hoped. But she can handle it. She can be cool.

"Oh, so you're new? Akemi, is it?" Her uniform marks her as an elementary student. Yet she doesn't seem concerned with things like honorifics. She is far too cool for that. Just a last name on its own is good enough! "If you need someone tos how you around, let me know. I'm with the Guardians, even though I don't wear the cape." The closest thing the elementary division has to a student council. Amu is being responsible today!

"Oh, you don't?" Yellow eyes narrow slightly at being called a weirdo. The corner of her mouth twitches, and she almost--almost--flies into a screaming fit.

Instead, she rests her free hand on a hip. "If we're the weirdos, then why are you the one who keeps yelling at nothing?" Pot, meet kettle.

::'''[[Homura Akemi]] has posed''': 
'Seek him out.'

--

Homura walked past Light Maiden Hope, her hands clenched at her sides and tears falling from her eyes. The words reached her ears, but she did not stop or turn to reply. Her hand reached again to the buckler upon her arm. Again. Again.

... again.

--

It was certainly a bit comical in how the two denied knowing each other. One vehemently, and the other with almost complete indifference. Daichi doesn't take much longer after that to decide to fly off the handle. She doesn't stop him though. Any attempt to force him to calm down would likely just exacerbate matters, it would seem.

Her reaction to being directly called a weirdo is only a slight narrowing of her eyes. Unfortunately her advice for him to maintain his composure went unheeded. This time he even goes so far as to spin around and yell 'SCREW THAT!' ... but not just in front of Homura.

Now it's an elementary school student who is choosing to confront the high schooler. Well, Ohtori is just that sort of school. She doesn't respond to the offer by Amu to help show her around. Instead she simply turns to walk over toward the vending machine. It would seem that it's her turn now.

In truth she had not planned to buy a drink for herself, but events had unfolded differently. She slips several yen coins into the machine prior to making a purchase, no doubt to the delight of Sora.

... and perhaps to the astonishment of Amu, when Homura comes up beside her she will see the cold, mysterious beauty holding in her hand a bottle of strawberry milk.

Homura takes a sip from the container but remains quiet. It seems like she's not going to try and come to Daichi's rescue this time.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
To say that Homura was not going to try and come to Daichi's rescue was not entirely accurate. The act of purchasing her own drink was, in itself, quite a gesture.

"And she can't even hear me," Sora says, giving Daichi a meaningful look before diving right back into the machine. The girl has taken quite a liking to the working intricacies of the contraption, even if her emotionless state indicated otherwise. She could be passionate, deep down, when she cared to be.

--

Light Maiden Hope hovered high in the sky, rain pelting against her body. She raised his arms in a flourish, the extravagant sleeves of her kimono flapping in the wind. A flock of butterflies made of black vapor coalesced and materialized around the Magical Girl, swarming Walpurgisnacht and coating the witch's torso like a thick blanket of darkness.

A kitsune spirit made of shadows and smoke leapt from building to building before landing on the witch's clockwork mechanism, ripping into it. All the while the witch laughed, and laughed, and laughed...

Up above, a mass of dark miasma formed, battling the storm clouds for supremacy. From between the folds of dark energy, molten balls made of the night-time sky began raining down, exploding all around the monster that threatened to swallow humanity.

--

Daichi watches, stunned speechless, as Homura claims her strawberry milk. Did she do that on purpose? Just to spite him? But that didn't make any sense. As Sora said, Homura couldn't hear her - couldn't see her. The fuck was this? Some kind of mutant coincidence?

The flame inside of him that had triggered his outburst from just seconds prior still burning, Daichi has only one last thing to say to all of this. "Kch!" And away he marches, leaving Amu and Homura behind. He didn't like either one of them, and his dislike only grew the longer he stuck around. Like hell he would ever, EVER maintain his composure around the likes of Homura. EVER.

--

"I'm sorry," Daichi said softly. He was sitting in a shallow outcropping of water, propped up against the remains of a building. A thick slab of concrete covered one of his legs, and a metal pipe had pierced his shoulder. Light Maiden Hope was nowhere to be seen. Sora's spirit was nowhere to be seen.

"Shit... I'm sorry... so sorry. Fuck, this hurts... I can't-- hell with everything. What did she do with my body? Sora... you stupid... why did you..? Where..."

The delinquent looked up seeking Homura, eyes already glazing over. He found himself in this state when he woke up from the transformation. He didn't know what happened. Not all of it. And if Homura had any answers, she wasn't sharing them. All the while a plume of crimson was spreading in the water around Daichi, slow and deliberate, like a blooming flower.

--

::'''[[Amu Hinamori]] has posed''': 
These two are so hard to read. And that not-yakuza-probably kid is -still- scary. So is Homura, in a way, but she's not -quite- as intimidating. Especially when she sees what drink the middle schooler has chosen. Briefly, Amu's eyes widen. Th.. that's not fair at all. Maybe she should try that next time. If Homura can look cool while drinking strawberry milk, then so can Amu! N...next time. It would be totally uncool to just throw away what she's already bought. And it really isn't -that- bad, though she really prefers milk.

"Hmph." A soft noise from Amu is directed at Daichi as he storms off. From behind her, a tiny blue-bereted fairy peeks over her shoulder, presses a finger below an eyelid, and pulls down as she sticks her tongue out. Amu makes a choking sound as she tries very hard not to laugh. Cough. Ahem. "...Are you sure you two have never met before, Akemi? Or maybe he's just that grumpy naturally."

::'''[[Homura Akemi]] has posed''': 
--

Amidst the dead city, Homura stood amidst the ruins. The dead and dying were all around her. Nearby she could hear the voice of one: Daichi Daigo. She could tell from his injuries that he would not last for much longer. But she could have gone to him. She could have said something, said anything.

But she did not.

Instead the great shadow loomed over the horizon. Near to her stood a small, fairy-like creature. White of fur and red of eye, its features frozen in a constant cat-like smile. If it was talking though, Daichi could not hear its words.

And soon he could hear nothing at all.

... again.

--

'He can't be relied upon.' Homura thinks to herself, while taking another sip of her strawberry milk. Other than that she continues to watch him silently, her own features seemingly frozen. She could say something, say anything to him to explain things.

But she won't.

At least not yet.

Instead she turns her head slightly to regard Amu. "I have met him before." Homura says plainly, "Though, it is unlikely that he remembers meeting me." This girl pretty much lives and breathes in the cryptic, doesn't she? "Now if you excuse me, Amu Hinamori, I will be leaving as well." She finishes the last of her strawberry milk and tosses the empty container into the conveniently placed recycling bin. Then, with one final flip of her hair, she begins to walk away.

::'''[[Amu Hinamori]] has posed''': 
"Really?" For a moment, Amu looks incredulous. How can you forget meeting someone like Homura? She's so pretty!

"Oh? Ah.. yes. Of course." Amu clears her throat softly. "If you need any help with anything or if you get lost, don't hesitate to come see the Guardians... even though you're in middle school. We're in the greenhouse by the flower gardens." And then the hairflip... Amu considers growing her own hair out a little. She can do something like that, but it seems to be even -cooler- with longer hair.

2013-09-26 - Cleaning Duty

2013-10-10T17:03:20Z

Touyadachi:

[[Category: Logs]]
{|class="toccolours" cellspacing="2"
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! style="background:#CC6699; border: 2px #CC0033 solid; font-size: 110%;" align="center" colspan="2" | '''Title: Cleaning Duty'''
|-
|'''Summary''': 
''It's like the Hunger Games except with Junko and Daichi playing everyone.''
|-
| '''Who:''' 
[[Junko Ishiki]], [[Daichi Daigo]]
|-
| '''Where:''' 
Ohtori Academy, Classrooms
|-
| '''OOC Date:''' 
26/9/2013
|-
|}

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Tuesday.

September 24th.

2013.

Let it be known that on this day, Daichi Daigo got into trouble for sitting with his feet up on his desk. The teacher that had caught Daichi was a fearsome specimen. A veteran schoolground dog who had seen everything and then some. None of Daichi's glares, barks or ultimate protests that it was lunch time did any good. Sitting with one's feet up on school property was not conducive to the schoolroom environment, and the hardass teacher wrote Daichi up for punishment.

In this case, punishment meant staying up after class to perform cleaning duty outside of Daichi's already-scheduled cleaning duty for the month. Ugh.

Of course, Daichi had a partner to help during cleaning duty. Was this someone who was supposed to perform the cleaning that week to begin with, or was it another poor sap who had been oppressed by The Man? Daichi didn't know. Daichi didn't care.

After the teacher came by to make sure Daichi didn't skip his punishment, he handed the young student a broom, to his partner in crime he handed a mop and a bucket, and then left them to get to it. Glaring down at the broom, Daichi snorts. Above him, floating on her back with arms behind her head, Sora enjoys the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows.

::'''[[Junko Ishiki]] has posed''': 
Had Junko Ishiki not been spending that portion of the day in a restroom stall, fingers tapping away at her PDA as she expertly wasted time, she would have been present for Daichi getting written up for having his feet on the desk. And she would have called him out as a wuss, because really, wasn't he some sort of yakuza prince or something? The Head had briefed her on her notable classmates, and Daichi had been one of them, but so far Junko was utterly unimpressed.

But as it goes, Junko WASN'T present for Daichi getting written up, and instead spent an hour and a half in that restroom stall. She returned in the middle of history and got called out for her extended absense-- which, on its own, might not have earned Junko cleaning duty. What earned her cleaning duty was the fact that, in response, Junko threw her middle finger in the teacher's face, saying she had more important things to attend to than this dumbass class.

And THAT was how Junko landed herself in cleaning duty. She briskly followed the teacher into the room (as Junko had tried to slip out of the building unnoticed) with her nose held high, taking a seat immediately on the closest desk, kicking her boots up beside her. A mop and bucket was shoved into her hands-- she scrunched her nose in the teacher's direction just until he turned and left, at which point she dropped the bucket, sloshing soapy water every which way.

Only then did she realize that someone else was on cleaning duty with her.

"Daigo-han," she sniffed, looking down her nose in his direction. "Shouldn't ya hurry up and get to work?"

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Junko only earns the most cursory of glances from Daichi when she arrives alongside the teacher. The male student recognizes her as his classmate, and how couldn't he? Her ridiculous mane of hair was pretty distinct. However, that ridiculous mane was also where the buck stopped. Daichi knew absolutely nothing else about the girl, and he much preferred to keep it that way.

His plan, in short, is to ignore Junko and mind his own damn business until the girl finishes cleaning the classroom and they can both leave. Until, that is, Junko opens her mouth. Daichi's plan gets a little bit derailed when that happens.

Jerking his head around to openly glare at his classmate, the male student is about to throw a scathing insult at the Junko-bitch, interrupted only when Sora's calm voice says, "Yes, Daichi. Please get started, and remember to clean behind your ears."

With the words cut off before he can even say them, Daichi gnashes his teeth. Sora didn't even open her eyes, or even move from her comfy mid-air perch when she spoke.

"Tch!" Is Daichi's ultimate response. "Shut up and do something useful with that air-head of yours," he snaps. "Like dunking it in that bucket!"

Not quite as heated or as vulgar as Daichi's initial instinct called for, but it was enough to pass his point across.

::'''[[Junko Ishiki]] has posed''': 
She quirks a brow in Daichi's direction. "You got guts," she manages with a sickeningly sweet tone, more a mockery than anything genuine. But this is a luxury that very few people are worthy of-- only those with formal acknowledgement from the Head ever get to experience this.

But even those lucky few never get to experience it for too long.

She swings her legs over the side of the desk, crossing her ankles and leaning on one hand for support. "Looks like those guts supplement for all that fluff in your head, aho." She takes ahold of the mop by the handle and shoves it in the man's direction, leaning forward and perching perilously on the edge of the desk as she does so. "I've got places to go and people to see, so chop chop."

The girl claps her hands as she says the last few words, before giving up on regaining her balance and hopping to the floor. She clicks her tongue and drums her fingers on the desk, reaching for her PDA to check the time. "And I ain't got all day."

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Daichi's glare turns ever grimmer as Junko speaks. Hearing her words is not unlike having a red sheet waved in front of bull-Daichi's face, and this particular bull-Daichi is very much full of bull. Er... yeah.

"Keh, you little," the male student mutters, eyes narrowing.

"Take care of your own fat gut before you try giving me orders." The sneer as he speaks is clear in his tone as it is clear on his face.

Grasping his broom tight, Daichi then swivels around, turning his back on the female brat. "You want this place cleaned, do it yourself. I'm just here to kill time."

Marching up to the classroom windows, Daichi plants the broom vertically on the floor and puts both his hands at the very top of the handle, resting them there. And so he remains, passively surveying the school grounds through the glass, brow wrinkled in a grouchy display.

Up above, Sora finally rolls onto her side, glancing down at the two jailbirds. "My my," she says. "That's no way to speak to a lady."

"And you're not a lady!" Daichi immediately barks over his shoulder in response to Sora's words... though of course as far as Junko is concerned, the comment came unprompted.

::'''[[Junko Ishiki]] has posed''': 
"Who're ya callin' fat, beefcakes?" Junko's response is almost instantaneous and she takes a step forward, one hand balling into a fist and the other passing the pda and reaching instead for her lyre. The fact that metamorphosising here might not be ideal is the furthest thing from Junko's mind.

But what iS a present thought, however, is how severely she would be scolded by none other than the Head himself if she were to break rule 6, clause a.2 within the first month of her schooling. That is the only thing that makes her hesitate in her movement. Her face, still twisted into a scowl, falters for a moment. Had she not been challenged, Junko might have sucked it up and done some cleaning after all. However, now that he has raised the stakes, she has no other choice.

The comment about her lady-ness is what finally sets her off. Her face visibly darkens as both of her eyebrows raise, disappearing into her hairline. Her femininity is not something usually attacked-- mostly because people don't often associate Junko Ishiki with femininity to begin with.

She decides, in that moment, that it's unacceptable.

Briskly and without a word, she recovers her mop from the floor. She matches Daichi's pose, resting both palms on the top of the mop handle, and her chin atop her hands. She juts her hip out to the side, putting her weight mostly on one leg as she waits for him to notice her. He doesn't. That, too, is unacceptable.

"Oy," she calls, and with a certain finesse that one might only attribute to a magical girl of some kind (?!), she grips the mop in both hands and twirls it around, sending an impressive torrent of soapy water Daichi's way. The mop clangs against the floor and Junko resumes her previous pose as if nothing had happened.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Daichi has been doing a very good job standing stoic (read: sulking) by the windows. With his back to Junko, he sees none of the girl's actions, granting him the ultimate in passive-aggressive dismissive techniques. This has the unfortunate result of causing Daichi to miss an amazing opportunity to make fun of Junko's 'lame baby guitar thing'. It also means he has no way to defend himself when the spray of soapy water comes his way.

"WHAT THE F--" The male student sputters, swiveling back around to face Junko the same way he had swiveled away from her to begin with. Sora, whose body remained ~magically~ dry as the drops simply passed right through her, gives a stretch and rotates upright in the air so she is now in a seated position. This was getting interesting.

Not that Daichi was feeling that way at all. With murder in his eyes, his bared teeth are the only warning before the young man goes on the offensive. Grasping his broom with both hands, he begins aggressively sweeping the floor in Junko's direction, sending dust and various filthy fluffs found on the floor Junko's way.

::'''[[Junko Ishiki]] has posed''': 
If she were to take a step back, Junko would realize that this is stupid.

But there are many things that Junko is good at. Music, for one. Golf for another. And probably a few more things that haven't been well established yet. But one thing that she ISN'T good at is taking a step back.

"You little shit!" she cusses, her words devoid of any fondness or playfulness that one might associate with the term. She steps back (which, as it turns out, she's perfectly capable of doing as long as it's literal) as if the dust and dirt carries the bubonic plague, grabbing onto the edge of the desk as if she could somehow use it as a shield. But wait, Junko, that won't--

''CRASH''

She tips the desk with great fervor, creating quite a clamor and stopping Daichi's dust in its tracks."Heh," she laughs, more to herself than for Daichi's ears, and she puts one foot on the edge of the desk, now facing upwards. She's the queen of this veritable mountain, and she's going to enjoy it!

"You're fighting a losing battle, Daigo-han," she informs, one hand on her hip and the other flipping her mane behind her shoulder. "I implore you, give up when you've still got a shred of dignity."

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
"Kch!"

Daichi glares daggers at Junko, hunching over his broom like an animal. "/You're/ the one who looks like she crawled out of a fucking toilet," he spits back, refusing to take her insult lying down.

Besides that, if she thinks her blocking of his dust was going to dissuade Daichi from continuing to press his offensive, she was sorely mistaken. "Go eat a dick!" He orders, hoisting the broom and throwing it at Junko's face like a freaky spear.

The broom's just a diversion, though. Even as it goes sailing through the air, Daichi is already reaching to the blackboard next to him, snagging the two erasers on hand and beginning to slam them together. Large plumes of chalk-dust explode outward, and with his arms stretched ahead of his body, and his legs moving him forward, Junko is the very clear victim of this PARTICLE-ular assault.

::'''[[Junko Ishiki]] has posed''': 
"Jesus /fuck/!" Junko yelps, ducking just in time for the broom to soar past her ear. She hears it clatter against the wall behind her, but before it even hits the ground she jumps back up, shooting Daichi a glare that's sharp and scathing. 'Ya aim like a girl,' she makes to say, but before she can get the first few syllables out she's accosted with a terrible coughing fit.

She hikes her shirt up slightly, just enough to pull over her nose and mouth so she can breathe, with her other hand swiping wildly at the air in front of her. She can see Daichi through her eyelashes as she squints, and her eyes would have narrowed if they weren't already.

Further backing away from the advancing male student, Junko twists her body so she soon finds herself backed against the blackboard. Daichi may have possessed both erasers, but Junko had something else going for her-- something very feminine indeed.

Flexing her hand and giving her nail polish a once-over, the girl shifts again before raking her nails down the blackboard, gritting her teeth and wincing, but above all else, doing what she does best-- making a hell of a lot of noise.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
"How'd you like this, huh?" Daichi demands. "How'd you like this?!"

With his lips twisted into a predatory smirk and his eyes gleaming, there is no denying it - the male student is on the warpath. It's doubtful anything could break him out of his tunnel-vision induced trance. He has to finish tormenting Junko and making her pay for her insolence. Only after that would he calm down, as the only thing capable of calming Daichi down was Daichi himself.

Or Sora.

Or nails on a chalkboard.

Wait, what?

"Uh, Daichi," Sora begins, but it is too late. Junko enacts her nefarious plot with much gusto.

"GAAAAAAH," the male student cries out, dropping both erasers and slapping his hands to his ears. It's of little use, though, as the sound seems to easily overcome these fleshy barriers, penetrating Daichi's skull.

"Oy," Sora sighs at this pathetic turn of events, otherwise unaffected by the loud noise, while Daichi collapses to the floor on his elbows and knees.

"STOP-- YOU FUCKING-- KHHKKHHH," Daichi gasps and wheezes and grinds his teeth. Recognizing the futility of keeping his ears covered, the young man removes his hands and begins pawing blindly at his surroundings, trying to find something to use as a counter-attack against the noise.

His hand bumps into the bucket Junko abandoned in the beginning.

Daichi doesn't think twice before he grabs it and empties its contents on Junko... as well as on himself.

::'''[[Junko Ishiki]] has posed''': 
Unfortunately, Junko's next-highest expletive ranks in a tier too high to be rewritten word for word. Please examine Reggie Watts' most popular rap for reference.

Junko doesn't even have time to finish her long-winded expletives, let alone to peel away from the chalkboard and out of the water's range. So she is drenched, her hair taking most of the wetness but also becoming incredibly heavy in the process. Instantly, she seems to pick up on the slight chill in the room as she shivers. "Daigo-me!!" she barks, hands shaking by her sides. She lunges forward, but not at Daichi-- rather, she makes for one of the still-upright desks, peeling off her backpack and shaking the suds and wetness off of her hands before recovering her pda.

She has rescued it before the dampness had reached it-- her shoulders, which she hasn't realized were tight, dropped back to a relaxed position.

Her moment of temporary panic puts things into perspective, and Junko realizes just how ridiculous this whole exchange is. And to think that her device might have been collateral...!

"I would've murdered you," she growls, slamming her fist into the desktop before shivering again. "You're real lucky, Daigo-me. Now get outta here before I change my mind!!"

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Of course that at first, Daichi blames Junko for the sudden onslaught of damp water cascading over his head. Only a second later does his brain connect the resounding splash that was heard with his swinging of the bucket.

He keeps blaming Junko for it anyway.

"Agh, you /bitch/, now I got soap in my /eye/!"

Indeed, Daichi had dropped the bucket and was now rubbing at his eyes like a fool. This spared him from the sight of Junko trying to murder him, for better or for worse.

When the girl tells him to skeddadle outta there, the punk Yakuza doesn't even care if it came out as an order. The stinging in his eyes has only gotten worse in time with his rubbing, and the male student could only focus on how awful it felt, and how much he wanted it to stop.

"Fuck you," he bites, struggling back to his feet. His cheeks are red, water, soap and tears streaming down them. "You're lucky I can't see a goddamn thing, or I'd rearrange your ugly face."

Staggering towards the door in his half-blind state, Daichi bumps into the doorframe instead. He covers for his embarrassement by immedately amending his last statement with an impulsive, "IT WOULD BE AN IMPROVEMENT."

And then he stumbles out the door, cursing, grunting and groping around for support. He needed to find a washroom, and he needed it /now/.

Sora rolls her shoulders and floats out of her seated position after Daichi. "Good luck cleaning the room," she says to Junko, though it's doubtful the latter could hear any of it.

::'''[[Junko Ishiki]] has posed''': 
Junko doesn't hear any of it, indeed. In fact, it is almost as if she can't see Sora at all, because before the light maiden even finishes her well-wishes, Junko storms right on through her. She gets about halfway to the door before she pauses, whipping her head back and forth a few times and pelting everything in the room with a fine mist of soapy water from her long, toussled hair.

She doesn't even offer the room a cursory glance before she slams the door open. "Fuck it," she snarls under her breath, wiping some of the suds from her face. She's vaguely aware of Daichi heading the wrong way-- why is he going further into the school? Junko has places to go and people to see-- and restrooms are meant for doing things during school, not after.

Junko goes unopposed as she peels out of the door, down the stairs, and eventually off campus. If someone tries to scold her tomorrow-- well, what's the worst they can do? Give her cleaning duty?

She'll just make Daichi do it.

2013-09-24 - The Jam

2013-10-10T16:52:52Z

Touyadachi:

[[Category: Logs]]
{|class="toccolours" cellspacing="2"
|-
! style="background:#CC6699; border: 2px #CC0033 solid; font-size: 110%;" align="center" colspan="2" | '''Title: The Jam'''
|-
|'''Summary''': 
''Anthy gets slapped. Again. Mami comes to the rescue. Again. Sei is a bitch. Again. Daichi is anti-social. Again. Siiiiiiiigh.''
|-
| '''Who:''' 
[[Anthy Himemiya]], [[Mami Tomoe]], [[Sei Itazura]], [[Daichi Daigo]]
|-
| '''Where:''' 
Ohtori Academy Grounds
|-
| '''OOC Date:''' 
24/9/2013
|-
|}

::'''[[Anthy Himemiya]] has posed''': 
The late afternoon weather in Ohtori Academy is, as it almost always is, sunny, bright and brisk, with picturesque clouds dotting a deep azure sky. This is the kind of weather that would put just about anyone in a good mood, and certainly Anthy Himemiya appears to be in one as she hurries--if you can call that somewhat less than leisurely walk a hurry--from the East Dorm towards the campus. It is after school, and she carries a cloth bag in her hands. Something clinks within it.

As she passes by the magnificent buildings, on her way to the middle school building where Utena awaits, a trio removes themselves from the shadows and start to follow her. When she has her side to a wall, one of them calls out:

"Hey, you!"

"Eh?"

Anthy pauses, blinking over at the three girls who now approach her, foul looks on their faces. She recognizes them instantly and takes a step backwards, but in an instant they have her surrounded.

"How could you humiliate Hirata-kun like that!" the one with the pigtails demands, taking point as she usually does. "Don't you have any shame at all?"

"It's bad enough that you have so many of the boys eating out of your hand," says the second, one with her hair curling up onto her cheeks, "but it's too much when you let it go to your head!"

"Wh-what? I don't know what you..." Anthy protests weakly.

"Ohh, are you going to play dumb now?" the third, a girl with a mole on her cheek, utters haughtily. "Don't tell me you already forgot turning him down when he confessed to you? Or are you just so stuck-up that you think you're owed that?"

"You already ruined Saionji-san for us!" the leader insists, getting into Anthy's face; the purple-haired girl lowers her face, visibly uncomfortable, and shrinks away as much as the wall to her back will allow. "Are you going to ruin all the middle school boys next?!"

"I-I... I don't..." Anthy murmurs, but it's clear none of these girls have any intention of listening to her--especially when the pig-tailed one lifts a hand, and...

SLAP!

::'''[[Mami Tomoe]] has posed''': 
The sunlight gently beams own onto golden hair as Mami Tomoe's footsteps click against the cobblestones, her shoes touching down on the pathway as her path takes her out of one of the other buildings on the campus. There's a pause, as she turns to close the door behind herself, rather than gracelessly letting it fall to shut with noise on its own. Her other hand still holds a school bag, of standard issue much like most of what she has on her today. As always, the third-year middle schooler wears the uniform largely unaltered, adding primarily a single ring on her left hand--and, for the observant, apparently sort sort of decoration on one of her fingernails.

No matter; her steps are only part of many at this point, as she is hardly the only one walking here. Quite the opposite--the three girls from the shadows quickly drown out the noise of her approach. Mami, eyes down in thought, does not bother to comment on them. This, too, is usual.

Her steps slow, however; she's walking a distance, but behind and out of the sight of the girls accosting Anthy. That change in her pace happens as the shouting intensifies, and she finally looks up. This is in time for her to see the violence, and her mouth briefly thins into a line.

There's no sign of that as she suddenly alters course, walking calmly up behind the group. "Himemiya-san, it was so kind of you not to show anger when this girl nearly tripped and hit you by mistake as she was falling." She smiles as, presumably, at least one person prepares to face her. "But don't let me interrupt you while you make it up to her, Sonoda-san. After all, if Himemiya-san hadn't caught you, you really could have hurt yourself."

Her voice is mild, and pleasant, even kind. The undertones are just subtle enough that it's possible to /pretend/ that the way Mami stares the slapping girl down is just innocent focus.

::'''[[Sei Itazura]] has posed''': 
The two middle-schoolers and the bullies are not the only students about the campus this fine afternoon. In the near-distance another pair of girls is making their way down the path, from the gates of the school deeper into its recesses. These girls both wear the uniform of the high school, and, perhaps a bit startingly, appear completely identical from a distance - their distinguishing feature, the color of their eyes, not easily apparent unless closer.

Reaching a fork in the brick-paved path, however, these girls pause briefly, apparently speaking to each other. Nods are exchanged, and they part ways.. one moving away from where the middle-schoolers are having their little confrontation, the other heading almost directly their way, though from all appearances, completely by coincidence.

As she draws closer, Sei's eyes, so unusually blue in her Japanese face, focus upon the small gathering of girls with what is first idle curiosity, her mouth twisted slightly to the side in a small grimace, almost of distaste, as in, 'what are these peons doing in my way'. A slight burdgeoning of interest, however, begins as she draws close enough to see the violence done, no matter how tame said violence might be. She says nothing, though, continuing on her intended path, though her steps slow just slightly.

::'''[[Anthy Himemiya]] has posed''': 
It maybe be a small kind of violence, perpetrated by unathletic teenage girls on another unathletic teenage girl, but the red blush left on Anthy's cheek is no less visible for it. The glasses-wearing girl makes absolutely no move to defend herself or fight back; she merely continues to cower, having accepted the blow. The girl with the pigtails opens her mouth to continue to berate her, when--

'Himemiya-san, it was so kind of you...'

Keiko Sonoda almost jumps when Mami's voice sounds behind her, and she whirls around along with her two friends. She reddens when Mami, a girl she does not know but who seems to know her, addresses her by name and suggests that she make it up to Anthy.

"*So* sorry for tripping into you, *senpai*," she says in a curt, haughty, completely insincere tone, and then quickly starts to walk off. Her two friends fall in step with her, and as they go, they pass by Sei. One of the girls, the one with the mole, briefly glances at her, but otherwise they keep their heads high as they retreat, even under the heat of that disdainful look of Sei's. Somewhere, a girl with blonde curls might be frowning very mightily at this turn of events.

However, that doesn't matter at the moment. Anthy, no longer surrounded, slowly straightens, one hand still clutching her bag, the other pressed to her abused cheek. She watches Keiko and the others retreat with slightly parted lips and nervous-looking eyes, which slide briefly towards Sei before landing on Mami. "U-um... Thank you very much for your concern..." she murmurs, bowing her head just a bit.

As she does so, her green eyes come to a rest on the blonde upperclasswoman's hand.

::'''[[Mami Tomoe]] has posed''': 
Mami's mild smile remains as the others whirl around and Keiko makes her clearly false apology. It remains as she watches the three of them leave, seeing them off it would seem. Today, a different set of blonde curls reigns supreme near the middle school building.

"Please, think nothing of it," Mami insists gently to Anthy as she bows her head, her hands visible enough, now that they're folded before her on the handle of her school bag. "That type only needs to be challenged a little bit before they back down. They won't bother you for at least the moment. Is your cheek all right? That looks painful."

The ninth-grader turns to glance down the way, in time to see Sei present. She bows slightly to see her moving slowly, but won't say much yet--after all, Sei is still walking... or is she??

::'''[[Sei Itazura]] has posed''': 
Sei is actually still walking, although not very quickly. The three bullies scurry past her, and the look on her face might be more at home on someone facing down severl cockroaches than underclassmen. Those eyes, cool and blue, shift then to Mami.. Anthy completely disregarded. Asses potential threats.. the girl who was getting slapped around hardly qualifies. The blonde might be a different story, although she's still a Middle Schooler. Such beings, in Sei's mind, rank somewhere between plankton and litle yippy dogs.

"Pathetic." is what the senior mutters, after a moment, a brief shake of her head sending her long, dark hair shimmying behind her head. Who she is talking about, however, is left ambiguous.

::'''[[Anthy Himemiya]] has posed''': 
Anthy's eyes remain lowered, bangs hooding them from sight as they peer at the other girl's hands. Then, as Mami asks after her cheek, she straightens at last. "Y-yes, I'm all right, thank you..." she murmurs, before braving a smile. "It was kind of you to say something, wasn't it...?"
There is a pause then, at which point Sei makes her remark. Anthy's expression pinches as she looks again at her, but aside from very briefly meeting the high schooler's blue eyes, she keeps to herself. Instead, she looks back to Mami, lips pursed for a moment before her expression clears and she reaches into her cloth bag.

"I don't know if this would be to your liking, but..." With another slight clinking sound, pulls out a small jar of what looks to be a dark red jam. There's no label on it, but the preserves look rather good, and Mami has a chance to get a fine look as Anthy holds it out to her with both hands. "Rose jam. I made it myself," the dark-skinned girl offers with a small smile. "It's just a small token, but it's the least I could do."

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Daichi was not having the best of days, to put it mildly. What started as him sitting in the back of English class and minding his own business (read: not paying attention to the substitute teacher) took a turn for the dangerous when said teacher called upon Daichi to stand up and read a passage from his textbook.

Daichi could not sensibly fault the poor man -- he was new to the class, and didn't know to leave Daichi alone. But what the hell, Daichi faulted him anyway! Glaring at the substitute with the fury of a thousand suns, the substitute recoiled as if struck, sweat gathering on his brow.

"P-P-please," the older man said, trying to maintain his cool in front of the student body. "If you may, r-read the, uh, second paragraph--"

Daichi's glare intensified, lips pulling back and baring the grit teeth beneath.

The teacher swallowed audibly, regretting his agreement to fill in at Ohtori on such short notice. "If-- if it is too difficult for you, I, uh, can ask someone else to--"

Daichi's palm came slamming down on his desk with a resounding sound, making the substitute teacher flinch. The defiant student hunched over the wooden surface like an angry beast, burning eyes boring holes into the professor. "You," Daichi uttered, tone low and threatening.

The teacher, white as a sheet, made one more valiant attempt, "It sh-should be n..no problem, if you had done your homework assigned, which-- uh, uh, according to my notes, I trust you did, uh," and it went on like this for a few moments longer.

That was when Sora, invisible to everyone and hovering over Daichi's shoulder, decided to speak up. Only Daichi could hear when she deadpanned over the substitute's prattle, "Why not confess you have no grasp of the English language?"

"GO TO HELL," Daichi exploded, head whipping in Sora's direction.

A deathly silence followed this outburst. Students and teacher alike had grown stiff with shock. After a moment Sora offered oh-so dryly, "I stand corrected." For indeed, Daichi had chosen to yell at her in perfect English.

Told to stay after class, and receiving a stern talking to from an actual teacher that the substitute had called over for the abject purpose of chewing Daichi out, the Yakuza heir was only now making his way back to the dorms. Trudging with his shoulders slouched and hands in his pockets, the storm cloud over Daichi's head was quite potent. Sora was gliding behind him, absently gazing at the school grounds and completely disregarding the foul mood Daichi was in and which she was directly responsible for.

It was probably for the better anyway. Daichi did not care to interact with anyone. He already had way too much interaction for one day, thank you very much. His social quota was way past 100%. Sadly, school grounds being what they were, Daichi could not avoid passing by other human beings. A trio of haughty girls, for one. A trio of not-quite-as haughty girls, for another. Daichi didn't care for either group, but the mention of 'rose jam' the second time around managed to catch Sora's attention.

"Oh," she said softly, ghostly form coming to hover right above Mami and Anthy. "How quaint. Daichi, ask her for some."

Daichi halted and snapped for a second time that day, turning his head around in a sharp gesture, blurting, "What?!" at Sora... although as far as those gathered would be concerned, his bark may as well have been aimed squarely at them.

::'''[[Mami Tomoe]] has posed''': 
As Anthy smiles, Mami looks over her once more, and then nods, seeming to be somewhat satisfied. "Oh--please, don't worry about it," she says, more sincerely pleasant from the sound of it.

In the same pause, Mami looks up, assuredly unaware of how she's being sized-up. Still, as middle schoolers go, she is somewhat unusual. "...I apologize if the commotion has troubled you," she offers to Sei, using polite--but not too deferential--language. Her eyes slide back to Anthy, though she doesn't turn away from Sei, and looks slightly surprised. "Oh, you really don't have to give me anything," she answers at first, though she bends her knees a moment to set her schoolbag down so that she can reach both hands towards the jar; to steady it, though not to /take/ it yet. "...If you insist, though, I'm sure I can use it." THe last is offered with a slight smile of her own. "In fact--ah, I know what I can do," she says, and leaves it mysterious as--

As... Something usual occurs.

Mami's eyebrow lifts at the outburst from Daichi, "I'm sorry? I must have been very distracted; I didn't hear what you said at all."

This is one of those social lies that polite girls tell to let other people avoid looking bad.

::'''[[Sei Itazura]] has posed''': 
"You know what troubles me?" Sei asks, one delicate brow quirking above a pale blue eye. Her gaze swerves to find the retreating backs of the bullies, watching them a moment before looking back at Mami, the slightest shake of her head once more sending her long, straight hair swaying. "Angry little girls who think they're tough, but run away the moment anyone shows a little spine. It is, as I said, pathetic." Her voice is clipped and precise, her tone casual, rather than angry or arrogant. "If one is going to resort to violence, one must be prepared to follow through." The senior falls silent as Anthy offers her gift to Mami, a little smirk forming on her lips. "Well, isn't that cute. Either way, this whole display has been mildly entertaining, but-"

She's cut off by Daichi's sudden outburst from nearby, the blue-eyed girl turning slightly to regard him qith both brows now raised in query. "Do you have something to say, Daigo-san? The situation seems to be well in hand."

::'''[[Anthy Himemiya]] has posed''': 
When Mami seems to accept the jar, whether to steady it or to actually take it, Anthy removes her hands. If this means that it goes smashing onto the concrete below, that will no doubt cause a good bit of dismay, but for now the demure girl continues to smile, this time with shut eyes. She doesn't insist or anything of the sort, though she doesn't say anything to contradict Mami, either. "May I ask your name?" she wonders, though before the older girl can say anything, that outburst occurs.

"Excuse me...?" Anthy wonders, holding a hand to her chest now that they're free, tilting her head at Daichi in apparent consternation as he seems to bark at her and Mami.
She makes no remark to Sei, the high schooler having not been addressing her at any point, but she does look between her and Daigo.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Had Daichi possessed a penchant for physical tics, the bottom of his eye would be twitching by now. Instead, his eyes simply dart from Sora, to Mami, to Anthy, to Sei, and back again. It would be a pretty comical sight if not for the very serious matter of ~school bullying~.

"Ahh... khh... ngnngngn," the young man tries articulating. The tiger in him wants to rip into Sora and give her a piece of his mind. But whatever remains of his common sense knows that doing so in public would be a very bad idea. It takes him a moment of heavy breathing and regaining control of his shaking fists before the Yakuza punk finally spits, "It's nothing."

Sora, surveying the scene all the while, immediately points down. "The jam, Daichi," she reminds. "The jam."

Daichi's nostrils flare. "Absolutely /nothing/," he repeats with added force, intending to convey the brunt of his words in Sora's direction without coming off as a freak to the fully-human girls in the group. The last thing he wanted was for Sei to spread around that he was crazy - not when his own Yakuza clan relied on him. If any of the rival groups smelled weakness, that would be the end. Bringing disgrace to the Daigo family name would be the least of Daichi's worries at that point.

"If you don't ask," Sora offered matter-of-factly, "/I/ will."

Daichi's heart skips a beat. His eyes widen, and for a moment it appears as if an intense inner struggle is taking place inside of him. Finally, as is far too often the case, Sora gets her way.

The Yakuza heir turns to glare straight at Mami, as if accusing her of something unspoken. "The jam," he states.

"Ahh," Sora expresses her deadpan approval with nary a smile, clasping her hands in front of her chest.

::'''[[Mami Tomoe]] has posed''': 
Left with the choice between ruining the lovely attempted gift and taking it, Mami of course keeps her hands on it, taking the jar in both hands and holding it for a moment that turns into a few more moments in short order. After all, there is the boy being strange, but there is also Sei, actually answering. Mami's return gaze is steady, perhaps moreso than a middle schooler's ought to be. She is silent at first, and then sees to leave it at that for a moment at the matter of violence, until the sarcasm rains on /the jam/.

"Yes," Mami agrees, "I'm certain that our senpai has many other things occupying her time. She must have come out here specifically to check on the school, or she'd never have been able to be free to stand here watching members of the junior high." Smile.

'Something to say' finally comes up, as he's insisted about nothing, until finally mentioning, in his very unusual way, the jam.

"Yes?" the puzzled blonde answers. "What about it, exactly?"

::'''[[Sei Itazura]] has posed''': 
Sei meets Mami's gaze for as long as she gives it.. one slender brow slowly raising for each extended second of the eye contact, a slight, sideways smirk growing on her face at the same time. This one has balls, of a metaphorical sort, and that sort of spunk always intrigues the girl. "What can I say," She murmurs, "The smell of conflict attracts me."

Then Daigo, faced with scrutiny, manages to say a lot of nothing, followed by 'the jam', and Sei's cutting pale gaze returns to him again. She looks quizzical.. then a bit disbelieving and amused all at once, as she misinterprets his statement through the lens of her experience. "You're robbing jam from middle-schoolers now, Daigo-san?" A soft, loft sigh, her eyes rolling skywards. "There was a time my father spoke with respect of your family, you know. I suppose sons cannot always be the equal of their fathers." A slightly more barbed smirk is sent his way. "But do enjoy it. Ill-gotten gains are all the sweeter.. especially when they're spread on toast." She then turns back to Mami, Anthy still, more or less, part of the background as far as she is concerned. "As it happens, I do have business to be about. So much pressure. You'll understand when you're older. Ta." And then she's off, walking at a brisk pace down the path, long hair flowing out behind her.

::'''[[Anthy Himemiya]] has posed''': 
Anthy smile widens just the smallest amount when Mami remarks on Sei's presence near the middle school building, barely noticeable. Since her eyes are still squinted shut at the time, there is no particular emotion to which to assign it. It remains in place just as much as it was before when Sei criticizes Daichi for his attempted jam thievery, and when Sei flaunts her way out, Anthy finally regards the young man and his strange outburst in regards to the jam with eyebrows upturned and expression gentle.

"I'm very sorry," she says, and she looks like she means it, even after Daichi's truly bizarre display of manly indecisiveness, "but I only have two jars with me, and the other one is for Utena-sama... I need to hurry and get back to her; she's waiting for me. If you're interested in jam, you could always buy some at the tea shop Magnolia, over in the shopping district...?"
Of course, given that this rose jam is homemade, he won't find any there, but Anthy never did say anything about the specifics.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
Sei's words cut straight down to Daichi's heart. At any other time, the young man wouldn't give a crap about the rose jam. Or any jam, for that matter. Stealing jam was one of his /least/ favorite things! However, even more so than the insinuation that he was into jam, was the fact that Sei managed to hit a very sensitive nerve of Daichi's by mentioning his family.

For a moment the young man is struck speechless as a result, staring after Sei as she takes her leave. Only after the window of opportunity for a well-placed retort has long-since passed that poor Daichi remembers how to move his tongue.

A blazing fire ignites inside of him alongside the aforementioned memory, both coming together in a volatile reaction. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!" he barks. "YOU TALKING CRAP ABOUT MY FAMILY? YOU TALKING CRAP?! YOU LITTLE BITCH, /YOUR/ FATHER WOULDN'T KNOW A GOOD JAM IF IT STRUCK HIM IN THE FACE, YOU FUC--" and on and on Daichi's foul mouth ranted, cursing after Sei and acting as an aggressive top dog to the best of his ability. It was doubtful Sei even heard half of that, though. By the time Daichi regained control of his vocal cords, she was already well on her way to her next destination.

Upon finally running out of ugly words in his lexicon, Daichi levels his heated gaze on Anthy and Mami. Now Sei had done it. Now Daichi was on the warpath.

"The shopping district?" He says. "You expect me to go all the way to the shopping district? After all THAT??" He makes a wild gesture in Sei's direction. Anthy sure had gall to suggest something like that.

Daichi also had gall, but what he did /not/ have was patience. Not satisfied in the slightest with Anthy's words, Daichi once more turns to Mami. "The jam," he says, tone very nearly a growl. "Give it to me."

Sora, who really didn't care much for Daichi's derogatory vocabulary, would have none of /that/. "Politely, please," she admonishes.

Daichi slaps his hands to his face, shutting his eyes tight. When he next looks back up, his abrasive voice is heard rephrasing the demand.

"Give it to me?"

Well... that'll have to do.

::'''[[Mami Tomoe]] has posed''': 
Mami watches Sei Itazura leave. It is a few moments before she is willing to turn away from the older girl. In that time, it would appear that Daichi all of a sudden has a need to shout a lot of words that proper young people should not be hearing, much less mentioning, even if he is shouting on about family. Frankly, being near all that yelling is something of an embarrassment.... But not as much as something else.

The heated gaze brings Mami's eyes up to settle upon Daichi's, even as he turns towards her. She is still holding onto the jam. "Apologies are unnecessary," she says to both Anthy (as a reassurance) and Daichi (as the start of something of a challenge, basically.) Her eyes remain on him. Despite her size and age, she does /not/ back down from the angry older student befor eher.

"It would be terribly rude to pass on a gift so quickly, and I would hate to be rude to someone on a pleasant day like this." She doesn't actually start smiling.

::'''[[Anthy Himemiya]] has posed''': 
Anthy covers her mouth with one hand and her eyes fly wide open as Daichi screams abuse at Sei's back, well after Sei has already gone, all over a jar of jam. The bag she holds, which conveys her solitary remaining jar of jam, is clutched to her chest, and when Daichi yells at her for /daring/ to suggest that he actually buy his own jam from a store, as opposed to actually forcibly take the jam like Sei just mocked him for doing, makes her clutch it close as she shrinks back again, eyes and lips trembling as her eyebrows drop. "I-I'm sorry..." she murmurs. The expression doesn't much change even when he turns his demand into a question.

Mami reassures her that there's no need to apologized, and Anthy turns that fearful look her way--though this time, it is as if to a ray of hope, and when she stands up to the much taller, much older male student in front of her, the younger girl takes half a step to one side, putting her directly behind the blonde girl.

::'''[[Daichi Daigo]] has posed''': 
"Mm," Sora vocalizes, eyes similarly directed at Mami. About the only indication that the ghostly girl was assessing the blonde and giving her words any consideration happened to be the slight tilt to Sora's head. Mami may not be aware of it, but the diplomatic case she was making to Daichi was leaving quite an impression on the spirit.

"Why you," Daichi starts anew, unwilling to back down and failing the game of diplomacy altogether. He takes a step towards Mami -- Anthy did wisely when she took refuge behind the blonde -- quite literally stepping up the challenge that had been unwittingly put forth by both students. Who knows how things would have further unfolded if not for Sora's timely intervention.

"Let's go," she says, and Daichi freezes mid-step.

His expression is painted a confounded shade, even as his brow remains lowered in aggression. His lips mouth a single, silent word. 'What?'

"Let us go, Daichi," Sora repeats, already floating away in the direction of the dorms. "There will be other, more pleasant opportunities."

At that, Daichi finally rips his eyes away from Mami's, turning his head to look at Sora's retreating form. To Mami and Anthy, of course, it will appear as if Daichi was looking off into the distance for no discernible reason before returning his now distressed(?) gaze to them, and back again to the horizon.

Thus the tensions come to a peaceful end. "I don't even /like/ jam," is the final barb he says Mami's way, not unlike a petulant sulking child. And then he departs, stomping on after Sora.

::'''[[Mami Tomoe]] has posed''': 
Mami thus ends up standing between Anthy and Daichi, as her classmate clutches a bag and looks her way, and as an unseen spirit apparently judges her words. Not that she knows that, of course. Mami has a lot of talents, but noticing ghosts without even trying is not one of them. There are many other things that aren't one of them. Luckily...

She does have a way with words. Anthy, behind her, may notice a slight tension when the step is taken towards her--she doesn't step back, but she is prepared to move a bit, though she keeps it subtle. However...

However, there's.. Another...

"...?" Watching Daichi go, Mami tilts her head slightly. "...Well, that was certainly unusual, wasn't it?" Turning to face Anthy, she smiles. "I'm sorry; my name is Mami Tomoe. I suppose I should let you get your other jar to this Utena-sama. Take care, all right?"