Watchful eyes and blank smiles came the procession; that filing out to a brief moment of freedom from the tedium of academia. Rin had waved away two of her friends, Ikagura and Momoi with a sharpness about her that did not beckon argument or even a scowl by the way of rebuke. They understood that look, she knew, and would not dare approach her until whatever business she had was done. They, too filed out, looking a little more befuddled than the rest; but happy all the same. Rin had taken it upon herself to investigate the potentially supernatural melancholy that surrounded their new classmate; this Reiki Tsukihasa. It was a safe bet to assume that he would stay behind, and a safer gamble, one that could be easily explained if she happened to be wrong; which Rin Mizushima doubted, rarely wrong as she was.
Once they were gone, a pseudosilence filled the room; a perpetual sense of static that lingered in the ears, broken only by the nearly sublime noise of the ticking clock mixed with the incessant chirping of birds from outside. It lasted only a few moments before Reiki seemed to notice her staring at him.
"My friends have already gone, Tsukihasa-san. Whether you need a babysitter or not is none of my concern," she was serious, at least about that matter, "but I have been given a task and I intend to carry it out as efficiently as possible," Rin shifted in her seat, sliding her pencil into place and stowing away her messy sheet of half-assed notes. "Staying here is your choice, as it is mine. Had you not opened your mouth about it, this conversation never would have transpired." She fixed him with a steely glare, searching through the lidded veil of his soul for more concrete answers about what plagued the boy.
If it's just depression, I'll leave him be, she told herself, but I have been given a task.
"What is it that follows you?"
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Alright. Looking forward to it.
Day 1.
Reiki Tsukihisa
It was written plainly across the blackboard, white serpentine coils that spelled out the new student's name. Of course, the teacher hadn't opened her mouth yet; she merely stared out over the class. Through the reflective glare of her glasses, it was impossible to tell who, exactly, she was looking at. She would subject Class 3-B to her veiled surveys quite often, though it was always the longest when she had to decide something.
Yukimura-sensei is certainly inscrutable, when she wants to be, Rin mused, but I get the feeling her eyes are on me.
She mulled over the possibilities for a moment, attempting to judge the tilt of the teacher's head and her usual choices for classroom tasks. While it was true that she did not relish these assignments, it was known to most of her peers that the responsibility of performing these tasks would fall on herself or two others in the room. Most often, it seemed the wheel of fate would halt its burdensome needle upon sensing her aura...leading Yukimura-sensei to single her out.
Rin Mizushima, seated in the second row, adjacent to her teacher's desk, lifted silver eyes; first locking on to Yukimura-sensei and then onto the new student. The task was already set before her, practically; showing a stranger around the labyrinth of a school. Her attention, though, could not remain on the task at hand; summoning a mental blueprint of the twisted innards of the school interrupted by a small detail.
This 'Reiki Tsukihisa' looks tired, she placed her thumb between her teeth and bit down, the bags under his eyes exceed anything I've seen in recent days...the way he slouches and that grim expression. Rin rolled her thumb between her teeth, her eyes darting again to the teacher; drawn by the abrupt clacking of heels.
"Alright," Yukimura-sensei shouted into the silence, "I think I've got it all figured out!"
She seems terribly pleased with herself, the small girl growled internally, like she's gloating about figuring out! Just say-
"Mizushima-san," it was already too sing-song for Rin to enjoy, "you will be showing Tsukihisa-kun around the school!" Rin had accepted this inevitability, just a moment before; but the shock must have shown on her face. Yukimura-sensei seemed to pay it no mind, turning to Reiki and offering a flourish of her arm toward the classroom. "Please, Tsukihasa-kun, find yourself a seat."
"Tsukihasa-san can sit next to me. I would much prefer him to Akimoto-san," the boy next to her seemed to perk up for a moment, turning away from what, at a glance, appeared to be a crude and lewd drawing of the teacher, "No offense intended, Akimoto-san," she turned her head to him slightly, meeting his disapproval with an impeccable poker face.
"This is no time for deadpan humor, Mizushima-san," Yukimura-sensei cooed, running her eraser across Reiki's name, "but I suppose it would be for the best if the two of you were to get close. Akimoto-san, I banish you from your seat; move next to Ikagura-san."
No time for deadpan humor, huh?
Akimoto moved without any complaint, but he was careful to cover his drawing. Rin was genuinely relieved with the change, though it was for no reason other than distaste for Akimoto's hobbies. She allowed herself a small smile, as Yukimura-sensei continued.
"Take your seat, Tsukihasa-kun," she waited for a brief moment before scrawling on the board again, "Now, we'll be resuming our lesson on..."
Rin tuned her out, disinterested in matters of academic nature. What held her interest now was the potential for a spiritual pursuit. She watched Reiki move to the vacant seat next to her, paying close attention to the look in his eyes.
Reiki Tsukihisa
It was written plainly across the blackboard, white serpentine coils that spelled out the new student's name. Of course, the teacher hadn't opened her mouth yet; she merely stared out over the class. Through the reflective glare of her glasses, it was impossible to tell who, exactly, she was looking at. She would subject Class 3-B to her veiled surveys quite often, though it was always the longest when she had to decide something.
Yukimura-sensei is certainly inscrutable, when she wants to be, Rin mused, but I get the feeling her eyes are on me.
She mulled over the possibilities for a moment, attempting to judge the tilt of the teacher's head and her usual choices for classroom tasks. While it was true that she did not relish these assignments, it was known to most of her peers that the responsibility of performing these tasks would fall on herself or two others in the room. Most often, it seemed the wheel of fate would halt its burdensome needle upon sensing her aura...leading Yukimura-sensei to single her out.
Rin Mizushima, seated in the second row, adjacent to her teacher's desk, lifted silver eyes; first locking on to Yukimura-sensei and then onto the new student. The task was already set before her, practically; showing a stranger around the labyrinth of a school. Her attention, though, could not remain on the task at hand; summoning a mental blueprint of the twisted innards of the school interrupted by a small detail.
This 'Reiki Tsukihisa' looks tired, she placed her thumb between her teeth and bit down, the bags under his eyes exceed anything I've seen in recent days...the way he slouches and that grim expression. Rin rolled her thumb between her teeth, her eyes darting again to the teacher; drawn by the abrupt clacking of heels.
"Alright," Yukimura-sensei shouted into the silence, "I think I've got it all figured out!"
She seems terribly pleased with herself, the small girl growled internally, like she's gloating about figuring out! Just say-
"Mizushima-san," it was already too sing-song for Rin to enjoy, "you will be showing Tsukihisa-kun around the school!" Rin had accepted this inevitability, just a moment before; but the shock must have shown on her face. Yukimura-sensei seemed to pay it no mind, turning to Reiki and offering a flourish of her arm toward the classroom. "Please, Tsukihasa-kun, find yourself a seat."
"Tsukihasa-san can sit next to me. I would much prefer him to Akimoto-san," the boy next to her seemed to perk up for a moment, turning away from what, at a glance, appeared to be a crude and lewd drawing of the teacher, "No offense intended, Akimoto-san," she turned her head to him slightly, meeting his disapproval with an impeccable poker face.
"This is no time for deadpan humor, Mizushima-san," Yukimura-sensei cooed, running her eraser across Reiki's name, "but I suppose it would be for the best if the two of you were to get close. Akimoto-san, I banish you from your seat; move next to Ikagura-san."
No time for deadpan humor, huh?
Akimoto moved without any complaint, but he was careful to cover his drawing. Rin was genuinely relieved with the change, though it was for no reason other than distaste for Akimoto's hobbies. She allowed herself a small smile, as Yukimura-sensei continued.
"Take your seat, Tsukihasa-kun," she waited for a brief moment before scrawling on the board again, "Now, we'll be resuming our lesson on..."
Rin tuned her out, disinterested in matters of academic nature. What held her interest now was the potential for a spiritual pursuit. She watched Reiki move to the vacant seat next to her, paying close attention to the look in his eyes.
Setting this up so we have a place to chat and post character stuff.
Name: Rin Mizushima
Age: Fourteen
Class: Freshman
Appearance:
Personality: While most know Rin as a charming and pleasant girl, the truth is far more devastating. She tends to be caustic and inconsiderate in stressful situations, basing her decisions purely on logic; giving little concern to others involved. Rin values honor highly and has a very rigid idea of how people should conduct themselves. Is this all a front? Is she deeply caring and insecure on the inside? Maybe? Probably.
Expertise: Exorcism. Purification. Warding.
Manifestation:
Temperance
Name: Rin Mizushima
Age: Fourteen
Class: Freshman
Appearance:
Personality: While most know Rin as a charming and pleasant girl, the truth is far more devastating. She tends to be caustic and inconsiderate in stressful situations, basing her decisions purely on logic; giving little concern to others involved. Rin values honor highly and has a very rigid idea of how people should conduct themselves. Is this all a front? Is she deeply caring and insecure on the inside? Maybe? Probably.
Expertise: Exorcism. Purification. Warding.
Manifestation:
Temperance
I'll put some interest down.
Went ahead and posted for Tim, since no one offered to spar against him. If anyone else has no opponent, there's a fair enough opening at the end of Tim's post to start another combat match. Just shoot me a PM or something.
I'll get a post up for Peace when I can get in touch with Sicarius.
Sorry for my prolonged absence, I've had a hell of a time since Easter (I don't mean that in a good way). I am still interested in continuing this RP and making something out of it. So, don't bail on me.
I'll get a post up for Peace when I can get in touch with Sicarius.
Sorry for my prolonged absence, I've had a hell of a time since Easter (I don't mean that in a good way). I am still interested in continuing this RP and making something out of it. So, don't bail on me.
He lifted his head, barely catching the last of the principal's words as they echoed in the quiet chill of the morning; blaring and vapid. Hazard Star was nowhere to be seen, at least not from his vantage; far in the back of the crowd, another late, forgotten arrival. Tim would have spit, if his cowl did not prevent him from doing so. Instead, he merely shifted on the balls of his feet and strained his weak eyes to observe the blurry, shifting silhouettes of his peers.
If I can even call any of them 'peers'.
Bitter mental spittle broke through the shifting darkness of his mind. A resounding, silent defiance against the world that exploded into gradient misanthropic hues. This thought rolled through the spectrum of abandonment and woe, touching the singular chroma of malice; dull and gray. Timothy Granwall had never been more offended in his life. Today had begun without a single word spoken to him, not from his family nor his only friend. The lonely walk to school is what had made the thought palpable; placing the taste of blood on his lips.
Tim, my dear, foolish boy...you do not need them. You only need me and I only need you. We only need each other.
It was a voice akin to his own, reverberating through the shell of his skull, tracing wicked fingers along his spine. He had come to fear this voice, in a distant way and the dark tidings it often brought. It had been with him for some time, though he was unsure if it was a product of his own splintering sanity or a creature sent to him as an unending torment. Either way, it was a part of him; he could not ignore it.
Shut up, Tim commanded, shaking his head, If you keep talking, I swear to God I'll drive a pencil into my heart.
God, it responded with faux concern, since when do you believe in God?
I...I don't know if I do, but that's not my point!
Then what is your point? I merely wish for you to rise above your glaring inadequacies and...well, you know...
Burn everything in sight?
Yes, but that will take time. For now, dear boy, I wish for you to prove yourself.
"Fine, fuck it," Tim whispered in his small, boyish voice. The boiling apathy of his cauldron-heart seeping through the tenebrous reaches of his mind, painting the darkness red as his inner voice broke into a screeching crescendo of countless abrasive, vile thoughts. Behind his mask, Tim bit down on his lips to keep himself from screaming aloud. The taste of blood was real, now and sweeter than he remembered; perhaps it had been too long since it had touched his lips. Something in him quivered with excitement when he thought of new blood touching his tongue.
With his hidden eyes, he watched the students break away and fall into their groups. Envy smoldered in his chest and tickled the base of his throat, setting his breathing on edge. His eyes widened, though it was lost on those around him, and his fingers closed into a fist. Before him, the gathered students engaged in combat; some serious while others merely wished to go beyond this foolish formality. A few, however, remained stationary; their eyes wide and uncertain.
Nobodies, his inner voice cooed, fearful and weak. Worthless, I would say. Are you a Nobody, Timothy?
"No," he said simply, his fists uncurling and his arms hanging limply at his sides. Tim lifted his right hand and held it aloft, scanning the crowd as he prepared to launch his first attack on an unsuspecting victim.
COMBAT INITIATED!
From his palm came a quiet flame, thin as a whip and quick as a serpent, that darted in strange undulations toward the back of his chosen foe. When it struck, the fire spread into dancing, licking tongues of ire; setting his opponent alight. The Nobody danced in his mounting pain, forfeiting his turn in a futile attempt to swat away the embers that gnawed on his flesh. Tim patiently awaited for his next turn and shot forth a bolt of ethereal pressure to strike the Nobody's shoulder.
He briefly considered biting the Nobody on the cheek, tearing away partially seared flesh with his bare teeth. However, it was his first day at Bridge City High and showing yourself to be a budding cannibal was not a good way to earn the notice of your classmates; this much he knew. Instead, he watched as the Nobody twisted; clutching their shoulder. The battle was over.
If I could even call that a battle.
His veiled eyes turned again to the stage, where the principal stood; towering over the procession of violence with an oafish grin on his face. Tim shrugged. It was good enough, he supposed. Without further thought, he adjusted the straps of his backpack and began making his way through the crowd.
If I can even call any of them 'peers'.
Bitter mental spittle broke through the shifting darkness of his mind. A resounding, silent defiance against the world that exploded into gradient misanthropic hues. This thought rolled through the spectrum of abandonment and woe, touching the singular chroma of malice; dull and gray. Timothy Granwall had never been more offended in his life. Today had begun without a single word spoken to him, not from his family nor his only friend. The lonely walk to school is what had made the thought palpable; placing the taste of blood on his lips.
Tim, my dear, foolish boy...you do not need them. You only need me and I only need you. We only need each other.
It was a voice akin to his own, reverberating through the shell of his skull, tracing wicked fingers along his spine. He had come to fear this voice, in a distant way and the dark tidings it often brought. It had been with him for some time, though he was unsure if it was a product of his own splintering sanity or a creature sent to him as an unending torment. Either way, it was a part of him; he could not ignore it.
Shut up, Tim commanded, shaking his head, If you keep talking, I swear to God I'll drive a pencil into my heart.
God, it responded with faux concern, since when do you believe in God?
I...I don't know if I do, but that's not my point!
Then what is your point? I merely wish for you to rise above your glaring inadequacies and...well, you know...
Burn everything in sight?
Yes, but that will take time. For now, dear boy, I wish for you to prove yourself.
"Fine, fuck it," Tim whispered in his small, boyish voice. The boiling apathy of his cauldron-heart seeping through the tenebrous reaches of his mind, painting the darkness red as his inner voice broke into a screeching crescendo of countless abrasive, vile thoughts. Behind his mask, Tim bit down on his lips to keep himself from screaming aloud. The taste of blood was real, now and sweeter than he remembered; perhaps it had been too long since it had touched his lips. Something in him quivered with excitement when he thought of new blood touching his tongue.
With his hidden eyes, he watched the students break away and fall into their groups. Envy smoldered in his chest and tickled the base of his throat, setting his breathing on edge. His eyes widened, though it was lost on those around him, and his fingers closed into a fist. Before him, the gathered students engaged in combat; some serious while others merely wished to go beyond this foolish formality. A few, however, remained stationary; their eyes wide and uncertain.
Nobodies, his inner voice cooed, fearful and weak. Worthless, I would say. Are you a Nobody, Timothy?
"No," he said simply, his fists uncurling and his arms hanging limply at his sides. Tim lifted his right hand and held it aloft, scanning the crowd as he prepared to launch his first attack on an unsuspecting victim.
COMBAT INITIATED!
From his palm came a quiet flame, thin as a whip and quick as a serpent, that darted in strange undulations toward the back of his chosen foe. When it struck, the fire spread into dancing, licking tongues of ire; setting his opponent alight. The Nobody danced in his mounting pain, forfeiting his turn in a futile attempt to swat away the embers that gnawed on his flesh. Tim patiently awaited for his next turn and shot forth a bolt of ethereal pressure to strike the Nobody's shoulder.
He briefly considered biting the Nobody on the cheek, tearing away partially seared flesh with his bare teeth. However, it was his first day at Bridge City High and showing yourself to be a budding cannibal was not a good way to earn the notice of your classmates; this much he knew. Instead, he watched as the Nobody twisted; clutching their shoulder. The battle was over.
If I could even call that a battle.
His veiled eyes turned again to the stage, where the principal stood; towering over the procession of violence with an oafish grin on his face. Tim shrugged. It was good enough, he supposed. Without further thought, he adjusted the straps of his backpack and began making his way through the crowd.
Wishful thinking, clearly. ;)
Edit: I've had family over since Easter. They're rather distracting. No worries, though, got a post in the works with Sicarius. I'll send a PM to everyone else, later.
Edit: I've had family over since Easter. They're rather distracting. No worries, though, got a post in the works with Sicarius. I'll send a PM to everyone else, later.
Yeah, just roll initiative. 1d6+your agility modifier. The post looks great, can't wait to see you guys get into the brawling part.
STILL LOOKING FOR SOMEONE FOR TIM TO FIGHT WITH. lol.
STILL LOOKING FOR SOMEONE FOR TIM TO FIGHT WITH. lol.
Happy Easter, everyone! (if you're into that kind of thing)
Ezekial Wolffe: Tim is still open for a sparring match. The Glitch Twins aren't currently available for sparring, since they're going to be fighting one another. Saccharine's character is also available for sparring, if I'm not mistaken.
Corporal Lance: The ref will be handled by the players. This fight won't have individual announcers or refs, since Rizzo is watching and he's more than capable of stopping anything that gets out of hand. Once we get to sanctioned fights, I may allow people (that aren't involved in the fight) make sheets for their own ref to use during other peoples' fights.
Ezekial Wolffe: Tim is still open for a sparring match. The Glitch Twins aren't currently available for sparring, since they're going to be fighting one another. Saccharine's character is also available for sparring, if I'm not mistaken.
Corporal Lance: The ref will be handled by the players. This fight won't have individual announcers or refs, since Rizzo is watching and he's more than capable of stopping anything that gets out of hand. Once we get to sanctioned fights, I may allow people (that aren't involved in the fight) make sheets for their own ref to use during other peoples' fights.
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