THat was my bad. Didnt see those two lines there. Will post tonight
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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 5 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
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Oh shit, I'm sorry
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instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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She sighed as she leaned back in the cockpit.
There wasn't much going on at the moment so Reve didn't really have anything to do. Some of the crew were being hush hush about something, but she wasn't interested in gossip and the likes. Talking to Nena over the din of the people working on Virtue would just be a bother.
"Ah... won't something interesting happen already...."
Crossing her legs, she closed her eyes for a quick nap.
Will toast tonight
I don't know. I still don't know how much freedom I have in writing here.
Looks like the RP is....
*puts on sunglasses*
Kill la Kill.
"Good to hear that you're being more outgoing. It doesn't help help morale when everyone is acting stiff when we're on our off time."
Reve started to laugh, but managed to quickly stifle it with a hand over her mouth."..fmmff.. says the one who acts stiff all the time..."
"Yes Nena was an enemy and so is this girl over here Miss Reve..."
"Eh? So Stella gets the ok?" Reve gave an exaggerated tired look. "I envy you, Stella. If only I had that charm of yours."
"Quite frankly Miss Reve I'm just glad we have help from you. I'd hate to find out you were planning to back stab us in the middle of nowhere." Paul said not too friendly about it but Stella grabbed him and shook her head, "Lieutenant...should we be trying to..get along with...everyone who are on our side?" Stella asked him as Paul sighed, "I suppose you have a point Stella. But you can't blame me for being distrusting."
"Don't worry, Stella. These military types do that. Distrust everyone and create their own justification for their actions." She gave a small grin. "Like abandoning us as bait to retreat in safety or shoot down an entire colony." As suddenly as she took that slightly serious tone, her demeanor changed to be as cheerful as any girl in spring. "Well, I'm kinda bored so I'm going back to Exia. Take care Stella."
With that and a last wave goodbye, she walked out of the cafeteria towards Exia.
Name: Matakihara, Freija
Rank: No Star
Appearance:
Personality: Both silent and curious would be what most people would describe her personality with. Brash and reckless would be another. She doesn't show most of her emotion. Why would she? There was no one to really show them to. She doesn't talk much either. Why would she? There was nothing to really talk about. Freija segregates things and matters in order of importance, oft paying little attention to things she deems unimportant. Small talk is unimportant, as studying was, unfortunately. Unnecessary things were abandoned, thus most of her clothings and even her home reflected this part of her, being very spartan and utilitarian. Only her best weapons she made would be adorned and embellished as much as possible; her own private vice.
Short Bio: Having come from the far north end of Japan, she was drilled mostly in the art of weapons by her grandfather, father, brother and sister, so as she could fulfill her obligations as the youngest daughter. However, she was more interested in getting stronger, fighting people and fooling around in her forge. Having beaten the local badass boss of a gang there in her home, she sought out better opponents, before hearing of Honnouji Gakuen, where it was said the strongest gather. Of course being the hot-blooded reckless youth she was, she stole her father's bike, and traveled a grand total of three meters before crashing into a neighbor's restaurant, which was then demolished in the ensuing fight against her enraged father with a bowl of soup, a cat and a lot of fish.
And so she hitchhiked to the school, with only a few belongings. Unfortunately, while she was skilled in the Mugenryu school, more academic matters was beyond her, and thus she was set to No Star rank. It doesn't matter though, for she had came here searching for powerful opponents to hone her blade against. Plus, people in the No Rank zones always needed some new weapons or something fixed.
Abilities: Taught the Mugenryu school of martial arts, which focuses on weapons of any types and forms, though she learned only the path of the sword at the moment. Its main point is it's versatility in changing techniques and forms to each opponent. Has a lot of fancy names for ordinary moves.
She could also forge most anything with skill, sew, knit, and do carpentry. Has abysmal skill in studying, concentrating on one thing for more than a few minutes, and especially cooking.
"Ah ha ha~, I'm fine, I'm fine. You're looking a bit better than last I saw you too." Reve tilted her head slightly. "Maybe you like it here better? Well, at least until they backstab us or something."
"Hello.I saw Gabriel leave the hanger with his GX. He might be at where Graham is now." Some woman she forgot the name of approached them, giving a familiar greeting. Reve did get her name before but it slipped her mind at the moment.
"Eh? That's boring. What am I going to do now?" She sighed, before looking at Paul for his reply at Donna. It didn't really matter, she already knew that the people here didn't trust her or Nena, judging from all the people eyeing her every time she passed them. Nena presumably knew as well. Both of them did live in a world where literally almost everyone on earth were their enemies after all. At least Nena gets to pilot Virtue. That other woman seemed very.... suspicious. Almost as if she had stolen the MS from Tieria.
Perhaps she should take a nap instead and conserve her energy for the next skirmish. That Paul person was giving her the evil eye again.
"Hello.I saw Gabriel leave the hanger with his GX. He might be at where Graham is now." Some woman she forgot the name of approached them, giving a familiar greeting. Reve did get her name before but it slipped her mind at the moment.
"Eh? That's boring. What am I going to do now?" She sighed, before looking at Paul for his reply at Donna. It didn't really matter, she already knew that the people here didn't trust her or Nena, judging from all the people eyeing her every time she passed them. Nena presumably knew as well. Both of them did live in a world where literally almost everyone on earth were their enemies after all. At least Nena gets to pilot Virtue. That other woman seemed very.... suspicious. Almost as if she had stolen the MS from Tieria.
Perhaps she should take a nap instead and conserve her energy for the next skirmish. That Paul person was giving her the evil eye again.
oh wait, ive not posted yet. I'll get one up after I wake up.
She adjusted the hat, tilting it slightly forwards to a position she deemed comfortable. It was just another day in this thing they call a school. It was huge; even the gates she passed under screamed of extravagance and overcompensation for something. Perhaps the owner likes showing off, or something.
The moment she passed under the gates however, the commotion grabbed her attention, particularly the part about where they were forming it for No Stars. Interesting. And from the little gathering in front of it, the ranked students didn't feel too happy about it. This could be what she was looking for, something to bring the ranked students to her, instead of her picking a fight with them. A movement that will bring her stronger opponents, and stronger weapons, so she could improve her own.
She had barely opened her mouth to ask some questions, before the stand exploded from a missile.
"I'm not late, am I?"
A human missile. If it was anyone else, she would be mildly concerned, but it was just Kyouko. Well there goes the revolution. Perhaps she should seek her own club. She thought about it for a moment as she continued walking to class. With a sigh, she decided it would not work, since she would be given a ranked uniform and defeat the whole purpose of her club.
"Ah, i forgot. The huge red block letters to introduce myself."
MATAKIHARA FREIJA
NORMAL STUDENT
Freija looked at the huge letters for a moment, before adjusting her bag and continued walking. First class would be English lessons again. Not really interesting, but it would give her some time to think about how to make the ranked students notice her.
The moment she passed under the gates however, the commotion grabbed her attention, particularly the part about where they were forming it for No Stars. Interesting. And from the little gathering in front of it, the ranked students didn't feel too happy about it. This could be what she was looking for, something to bring the ranked students to her, instead of her picking a fight with them. A movement that will bring her stronger opponents, and stronger weapons, so she could improve her own.
She had barely opened her mouth to ask some questions, before the stand exploded from a missile.
"I'm not late, am I?"
A human missile. If it was anyone else, she would be mildly concerned, but it was just Kyouko. Well there goes the revolution. Perhaps she should seek her own club. She thought about it for a moment as she continued walking to class. With a sigh, she decided it would not work, since she would be given a ranked uniform and defeat the whole purpose of her club.
"Ah, i forgot. The huge red block letters to introduce myself."
Freija looked at the huge letters for a moment, before adjusting her bag and continued walking. First class would be English lessons again. Not really interesting, but it would give her some time to think about how to make the ranked students notice her.
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