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Lilium Academy For Young Ladies

El_Tigre said
Sophia sighed in defeat as she rode in the back of her fathers sedan. She had wanted to get to school on time today but her incessant mother just had to go get professional pictures with them all. Apparently it was a big deal that this would be her first school since moving to Japan from the United states. Her mother was incredibly sentimental and persistent when she wanted something. Though the pictures didn't take up all of her day getting lost in the streets of japan definitely was the nail in the coffin for her hopes of getting to school remotely on time. She would have to deal with it and wait for tomorrow. She was actually mildly excited for school. It was something new and the idea of living on campus seemed... strange. But in a good way of course. No longer having to come home to her parents constantly barraging her with questions about her day. She didn't think much about it so there was never much to tell. She was far too apathetic and melancholy to take enough notice of things to bring back a story to tell. Finally they arrived, the brakes squeaking quietly as they came to a stop. She was quick to hop out of the car and collect her two suit cases. Before she could escape her father was there and grabbing at her arm to keep her from running off."Hey hey, aren't you going to say good bye?" Her father teased, a warm smile on his face. She liked her father, he always spent so much time trying to keep her happy and get a smile on her face. That and the whole genetically prone to being a daddy's girl helped that along.She smiled barely, turning around to face him. She dropped her bags and gave her father a strong hug. He smiled and returned the hug, kissing her on the top of the head. "See ya kiddo. Call us when you can. You know how your mother worries." Sophia rolled her eyes, one thing she knew very well was how much her mother worried."See ya dad.." She spoke softly, just barely too loud to be considered a whisper. With that her father ruffled her hair one last time teasingly and went back to the car before driving off.She sighed, whining to herself. She picked up her bags and was off past the gates and towards the school. She came across the bulletin board. She saw her name she read on, though it took her a while to comprehend all the words; She spoke japanese fairly well though she might forget what a certain hiragana symbol was. She then turned on her heels and made her way to check out the school before finding her room. She entered one of the buildings, walking down the hall at a leisurely pace; checking out the artwork and decorations throughout. As she came into a cross section where two hallways met in a crossing she suddenly slammed into someone. She bounced back and landed hard on her bottom, groaning as her backside throbbed from the hard landing. Looking up she saw who she ran into, her unnaturally bright blue eyes blinking to make sure what she saw was real. It was a young looking girl with short hair. She had tears swelled under her eyes as if she were on the verge of tears. "Oh! I am very sorry!" Sophia spoke out sincerely in the best Japanese she knew, the words a little choppy but never the less correct. She worried she hurt the girl and she was going to cry but in fact the girl had just been the brutal end of a mean prank.Sophia pushed herself up to her feet and held out her hand to the girl to help her up. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She apologized sincerely.

Reiko's eyes had been cloudy, tears were falling as she ran, only the light wind in her face from her swift movements keeping her from breaking out into a full bawling. How could they do something so cruel? When Reiko joined the club in her first year, it was both out of a casual interest and because the club president, then a third year, had personally invited her. She was the only other student that Reiko felt comfortable talking with, and she in turn made Reiko feel comfortable; she was the closest thing she could consider a friend at Lilium. Of course, the president was popular with the other members of the club, including Kawase, the successor. Reiko spent her time as a first year member performing stand in roles at rehearsals, scene swapping during intermissions, and getting to know the club president.

What Reiko didn't know was that to some, Reiko's friendship with the club president was taken in the wrong context. Kawase felt stronger feelings, and ever since Reiko joined Kawase felt her chances were diminished. Some girls just couldn't let things go.

But what could Reiko do now? Could she return to the club, full of members who were openly laughing at her? Who had allowed such a prank to go through? She had nowhere else to go...but then again, clubs were not mandatory. She could quit. She could quit and spend her free time in her room, away from the vipers that made up the population of this institution.

The next thing Reiko felt was the sudden feeling of her body making contact with another person. And then the feeling of hitting the ground. Reiko closed her eyes, choosing instead to stay on the ground to process everything, to let her recent experience settle in her head. She shivered slightly, as if coming inside after being out in a snowstorm. The girl she had collided with apologized first, in a choppy accent, but with clear meaning behind that. It didn't sound like the heavy accent of the blonde girl she shouted at earlier.

Reiko opened her eyes, less clouded as her watery tears were starting to dissipate. A bright pair of blue eyes met her gaze. Reiko shook her head but took the hand and got to her feet, brushing flecks of dust and dirt from her skirt. "Th..thanks." Reiko spoke in her low hum of a voice. "You didn't hurt me. I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry." She punctuated her apology with a sincere and quick bowing. Reiko brough her hand to her eye and wiped away the lingering traces of her previous crying.

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Silver Fox said
Coolz. Just gave Rusalka his week warning. May need to replace Asuka if there isnt a response by tomorrow

EVERYONE NORIAKI LOVES IS VANISHING. D:

Fairy Heart Attack!

I am going to post tomorrow! :3

Lilium Academy For Young Ladies

Alright. Starting tomorrow I am getting things back on track. Meaning being active as I was before life happened and put me into a panic. We're going to get past the first damn day, dammit!

Thank you all for continuing to bear with me.

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Okay. By 'five by five' I meant 'I'm going to post tomorrow or I am going to explode.'

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Silver Fox said
It's up to her, but every kill on these particular kind of spirits will have a cost.

What, like money?

Are we not getting EXP from these kills?

Female Warriors of Feudal Japan

Oh good, at this rate things will be dead before Noriaki even has to make up an excuse.

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ReaptheMusic said
"It's been but less than a day Starlight." Ariiko jumped down from her spot on the roof, landing on the ground nimbly and with her armor in hand. She walked to the light haired warrior with ease and stopped beside her. "What were you reading?"[moar filler]

It had been less than a day, but in Noriaki's mind, or rather in her eyes, it had been much, much longer. For every moment apart from her muse was as if a week had gone by. Perhaps even a month. Noriaki did not say as much outloud, merely letting it stay in her thoughts, but as her eyes settled on the woman, a smile made its way across her lips, a smile so wide and full of joy that it almost looked sinister. Noriaki continued to smile while she placed a hand onto Ariiko's shoulders, letting her palm linger there in a sign of affection.

"Just old letters, my muse, old letters from an old friend. An old friend who was the first to read my poetry, my written tales. Perhaps one day, when we are on our journey together, I will tell you of the author of these letters. And soon, I shall be entrusting you with the privilege to be the first to read my newly crafted poems, for I do believe you will find the subject matter pleasing, as they will certainly revolve around you, my muse."

Noriaki would then slip her hand to Ariiko's other shoulder and press her closer together, embracing her into a side-long hug. Or so she had intended, before the sounds of shouts, of heavy footsteps charging through, of the unmistakable sounds of combat. Which meant that the Princess was likely in trouble. Which meant that Noriaki was on the clock, so to speak.

"Odd..." she said softly, her ears pricking up at the sounds of the rampaging spirits elsewhere in the village. "Ah, well, sounds like the drunks are being rowdy tonight." Noriaki let out a chuckle, but even she didn't sound sincere in her voice. If she could understand what that noise meant, could her muse? And would her muse drag her along to the encounter? "Anyway, what say we enjoy a cup of hot tea and the pleasure of each other's conversation and company? Talking the day away and resting together until dawn?"

The next few moments were crucial. Noriaki wasn't yet sweating, but her lips were quivering slightly. Excitement? Or was it nerves?

The Countess and a Silver Heart

Perfect. Well, almost. The Countess' suit was not tailored to combat someone with the power of invisibility, the dirty trick that it was, but where the suit failed, the real power of The Countess prevailed. Her mind, her intellect, was her true weapon. Though her attack was typically used for diversions or to incapacitate an opponent to make a quick escape, in a pinch such as this it was used as a slight form of echolocation. And it had worked as she thought. Judging by the flickering of the invisible annoyance, it seemed the girl was still green. Still unable to adapt to the situation. And that would be the advantage needed for The Countess to seize victory.

"Go home, before you get even more embarrassed." The Countess mocked as she came to a landing on the ground, her suit absorbing most of the force from the impact. Her gaze was affixed to the cowering coward covering her ears, and behind the face-obscuring mask, The Countess was smirking. Was there any sight better than seeing 'good guys' or 'good girls' in this case in pain? On the precipice of defeat, just waiting for that final, ending push? The engine on the back of her suit spun up again, lighting up red once more, but this time her left hand also began to hum with vibrations and faintly glow red.

"GO HOME!" The Countess shouted as she jabbed her left hand forward towards the spot where the hero was covering her ears. The punch didn't come out at a superspeed, but a normal, typical punch. But should the punch hit, the force would be felt thanks to the power behind it from the engine.

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Oh, are we in combat again? Time to find a reason to not get involved