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For those who are having trouble coming up with a post, this section's mostly a SOL/Character Establishment/Reaction Fodder bit. It's not necessarily going to be super long; just as long as you guys want to make it. We want everyone to get at least one post out for this section though that at least says how they reacted to getting popped the question and what they did for the rest of the day.
For actual stuff you can do:
Ayumu is going shopping for supplies, so you can follow after him
Yoshiaki is being antisocial, so you can go confront him about your concerns and stuff
You can stay on the roof and interrogate Shiso and Fon
Apart from those, you're free to break off into your own groups for specialized scenes if you want.
Any questions, comments, or concerns can be sent to your local GM team
For actual stuff you can do:
Ayumu is going shopping for supplies, so you can follow after him
Yoshiaki is being antisocial, so you can go confront him about your concerns and stuff
You can stay on the roof and interrogate Shiso and Fon
Apart from those, you're free to break off into your own groups for specialized scenes if you want.
Any questions, comments, or concerns can be sent to your local GM team
May 11 - The Strange Request From Two Days Ago
It was the end of the schoolday. Clubs were being let out, the week was dying down with the approaching weekend, and from the window of an empty classroom on the third floor, Ayumu Tomoe watched his peers and underclassman file out of the Namimori Highschool courtyard. Drawing his gaze back down towards the broom, he continued quietly humming to himself and sweeping up the detritus left by the hustle and bustle of students over the day.
Not long after the third verse of his work song, he heard the door knob turn and stopped, resting his hands atop the end of the broom's handle like it were the pommel of a sword as the door swung open. "Ah, I was wondering when you'd show up," the youth with the long, dark-hair and the relaxed expresison remarked, casting a sidelong glance to the two figures - a kitsune cosplayer along with someone who was either a midget or a baby. No, definitely a baby; he had a red pacifier - at the doorway of the empty classroom. "Sorry I was so hard to find, after all I do get around a lot, ha," an amused smile played at the edges of his lips, more properly seen now that he'd turned to properly address the odd duo in the doorway.
"So joking aside," Ayumu began, leaning forward and resting his chin on his knuckles. "I take it you two aren't actually from the university drama department?" he asked rhetoricallyhis expression turning from amused to bemused. "Can't say I'm too surprised; have you seen their production values?" he laughed, quieting himself after a moment or two. "But, ah, what's with the whole, uh..." his expression turned from amused to bemused as he tilted his head to the side, and made circles with his hand, "...kitsune-shota combo thing you have going on?" His eyes then narrowed, focusing intently on the fox-tailed woman. "...Wait... I swear, you look like someone I know," he commented, the image of a certain white-haired disciplinary committee usurper immediately coming to mind, "Just can't put my tongue on it..."
"Gah, forget about it," Ayumu handwaved, standing up straight and resting his broom against a desk, "Who are you two, and what do you guys need me for anyway?"
Peculiarly, the two companions shared a look and the baby of all people was the one who stepped forward to speak. "My name is Fon, and this is Shiso," he began elegantly and eloquently like a wiseman rather than a baby, "And we are here because you, Ayumu Tomoe, have been chosen as a candidate for the role of Guardian to the 13th Boss of a powerful mafia family, the Vongola. Of course, you do have the option to decline if you so choose, but I urge you to take the next 48 hours to consider the offer. However, you may not tell anyone, not even your friends or family, of what we have asked you."
With that said, the room entered a pensive silence, broken only by Ayumu's comment many long moments later. "Y'know, if it was just a question, couldn't you just, like, text me or send me and email or something?" he pointed out. "Not that this set-up you have here is bad or anything; it's very dramatically appropriate," Ayumu quickly added, turning away from the two to look out the window. "I mean look! You've got nice lighting, a sunset background with a nice view, good acoustics..." he began to turn back to the two, "Plus, you caught me at a really good time. Actually-"
They were gone.
"...Sure, I guess I'll think about it..." he mumbled, grabbing hold of the broom and continuing to sweep up what was left of this classroom's mess.
May 13 - Gathering of the Guardians
Two days later, and Ayumu was still thinking about it. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea that someone had selected him to join a mafia family. A mafia family that, he noted, sounded nothing like any of the mafia movies or plays he had watched or participated in, respectively. At any rate, Shiso and Fon had definitely kickstarted his growing interest and curiosity in the concept. His research didn't come up with many good leads other than some old news articles in a language he couldn't read, and pictures of clams.
Perhaps it was prank. That's what he thought before heading up the steps to the school roof, but when an increasing number of people - many of which he knew - started showing up, he began to doubt that idea. Especially considering the physical aptitude of the people he did know who had gathered. Still, he hadn't much idea what he was doing here; he was neither athletic nor particularly violent or rugged looking. It was too late for regrets though; he was here already. Besides, he could always just consider it as an expansion to his pool of potential occupations. He did, after all, look very good in a suit if he did say so himself.
It was only a while after everyone arrived that the door to the roof finally began to open once more. While the wait for the Boss was rather long considering he should have gotten the same time as everyone else, it wasn't necessarily inconveniently so. Ayumu had a few theories as to why. Maybe he was being fashionably late, or had been watching and planned to show up last; Ayumu could respect a guy who thought like that.
Naturally, he was very surprised to learn who the Boss behind that turning knob actually was: Yoshiaki Sugihara, resident delinquent gamer and occasional community service conscript. 'Hmm, perhaps I've just been revenge conscripted,' Ayumu thought before the baby mentioned that Yoshiaki had a decision of his own to make, which was apparently not the decision to kick any of them out on principle if Yoshiaki's answer was anything to go by.
'Interesting. So the Boss didn't even know he was the Boss. How very monomyth of them.' After Yoshiaki gave his answer, the two recruiters began to explain what was going to happen. Namely, camping. Ayumu was never really a fan of camping; he'd never even camped out once in his life, so this was going to be a new experience in at least two ways. Honestly, he'd been expecting something more like racketeering or some kind of other shady, backalley behaviors, so he was pleasantly surprised with the outcome. At any rate, there was one glaring detail that stood out after that explanation had been given:
The silence.
'Now we can't have that, can we?'
"Well!" Ayumu clapped his hands together as he began to make his declaration, "That seems to be the end of that. Who wants to hit up the shops and obtain goods through completely legal means?" He emphasized the last bit, because it was important. Wouldn't want some strange misunderstandings going on, after all. "I'll be heading over to the shopping center to get some stuff. Anyone who wants to join me can head over there."
It was the end of the schoolday. Clubs were being let out, the week was dying down with the approaching weekend, and from the window of an empty classroom on the third floor, Ayumu Tomoe watched his peers and underclassman file out of the Namimori Highschool courtyard. Drawing his gaze back down towards the broom, he continued quietly humming to himself and sweeping up the detritus left by the hustle and bustle of students over the day.
Not long after the third verse of his work song, he heard the door knob turn and stopped, resting his hands atop the end of the broom's handle like it were the pommel of a sword as the door swung open. "Ah, I was wondering when you'd show up," the youth with the long, dark-hair and the relaxed expresison remarked, casting a sidelong glance to the two figures - a kitsune cosplayer along with someone who was either a midget or a baby. No, definitely a baby; he had a red pacifier - at the doorway of the empty classroom. "Sorry I was so hard to find, after all I do get around a lot, ha," an amused smile played at the edges of his lips, more properly seen now that he'd turned to properly address the odd duo in the doorway.
"So joking aside," Ayumu began, leaning forward and resting his chin on his knuckles. "I take it you two aren't actually from the university drama department?" he asked rhetoricallyhis expression turning from amused to bemused. "Can't say I'm too surprised; have you seen their production values?" he laughed, quieting himself after a moment or two. "But, ah, what's with the whole, uh..." his expression turned from amused to bemused as he tilted his head to the side, and made circles with his hand, "...kitsune-shota combo thing you have going on?" His eyes then narrowed, focusing intently on the fox-tailed woman. "...Wait... I swear, you look like someone I know," he commented, the image of a certain white-haired disciplinary committee usurper immediately coming to mind, "Just can't put my tongue on it..."
"Gah, forget about it," Ayumu handwaved, standing up straight and resting his broom against a desk, "Who are you two, and what do you guys need me for anyway?"
Peculiarly, the two companions shared a look and the baby of all people was the one who stepped forward to speak. "My name is Fon, and this is Shiso," he began elegantly and eloquently like a wiseman rather than a baby, "And we are here because you, Ayumu Tomoe, have been chosen as a candidate for the role of Guardian to the 13th Boss of a powerful mafia family, the Vongola. Of course, you do have the option to decline if you so choose, but I urge you to take the next 48 hours to consider the offer. However, you may not tell anyone, not even your friends or family, of what we have asked you."
With that said, the room entered a pensive silence, broken only by Ayumu's comment many long moments later. "Y'know, if it was just a question, couldn't you just, like, text me or send me and email or something?" he pointed out. "Not that this set-up you have here is bad or anything; it's very dramatically appropriate," Ayumu quickly added, turning away from the two to look out the window. "I mean look! You've got nice lighting, a sunset background with a nice view, good acoustics..." he began to turn back to the two, "Plus, you caught me at a really good time. Actually-"
They were gone.
"...Sure, I guess I'll think about it..." he mumbled, grabbing hold of the broom and continuing to sweep up what was left of this classroom's mess.
May 13 - Gathering of the Guardians
Two days later, and Ayumu was still thinking about it. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea that someone had selected him to join a mafia family. A mafia family that, he noted, sounded nothing like any of the mafia movies or plays he had watched or participated in, respectively. At any rate, Shiso and Fon had definitely kickstarted his growing interest and curiosity in the concept. His research didn't come up with many good leads other than some old news articles in a language he couldn't read, and pictures of clams.
Perhaps it was prank. That's what he thought before heading up the steps to the school roof, but when an increasing number of people - many of which he knew - started showing up, he began to doubt that idea. Especially considering the physical aptitude of the people he did know who had gathered. Still, he hadn't much idea what he was doing here; he was neither athletic nor particularly violent or rugged looking. It was too late for regrets though; he was here already. Besides, he could always just consider it as an expansion to his pool of potential occupations. He did, after all, look very good in a suit if he did say so himself.
It was only a while after everyone arrived that the door to the roof finally began to open once more. While the wait for the Boss was rather long considering he should have gotten the same time as everyone else, it wasn't necessarily inconveniently so. Ayumu had a few theories as to why. Maybe he was being fashionably late, or had been watching and planned to show up last; Ayumu could respect a guy who thought like that.
Naturally, he was very surprised to learn who the Boss behind that turning knob actually was: Yoshiaki Sugihara, resident delinquent gamer and occasional community service conscript. 'Hmm, perhaps I've just been revenge conscripted,' Ayumu thought before the baby mentioned that Yoshiaki had a decision of his own to make, which was apparently not the decision to kick any of them out on principle if Yoshiaki's answer was anything to go by.
'Interesting. So the Boss didn't even know he was the Boss. How very monomyth of them.' After Yoshiaki gave his answer, the two recruiters began to explain what was going to happen. Namely, camping. Ayumu was never really a fan of camping; he'd never even camped out once in his life, so this was going to be a new experience in at least two ways. Honestly, he'd been expecting something more like racketeering or some kind of other shady, backalley behaviors, so he was pleasantly surprised with the outcome. At any rate, there was one glaring detail that stood out after that explanation had been given:
The silence.
'Now we can't have that, can we?'
"Well!" Ayumu clapped his hands together as he began to make his declaration, "That seems to be the end of that. Who wants to hit up the shops and obtain goods through completely legal means?" He emphasized the last bit, because it was important. Wouldn't want some strange misunderstandings going on, after all. "I'll be heading over to the shopping center to get some stuff. Anyone who wants to join me can head over there."
History to be added but here's my char so far.
K finally got around to looking at it. Looks gucci so far, but you're gonna have to finish it before we can make a final verdict.
EDIT: Busy today working on two group projects for class. Post is half-written. Will get it out tomorrow.
Lmfaooooo that's a really funny relationship background
Also, could we expect an IC post some time this week or are we waiting on something? :o
Yes.
I like the sound of that.
Any hidden details on the newly opened restaurant though? Like someone infamously bad at cooking was there somehow?
The restaurant has, of course, hired a partially Italian chef who was very excited to implement some rediscovered recipes* made by his grandaunt that are, quote-unquote, "totally delicious I swear".
*which, for some odd reason, come out purple.
Sounds okay, though I would say it's less of someone he can be less cautious around, and more of this strange friendship where he can just be more tolerated, since he can be quite insulting at times, sneaking in subtle insults in his dialogue sometimes.
Though for a strange friendship, they would also have had to have met on strange terms.
Strange terms, hmm...
Hisaki's uncle did that thing parents/guardians do when they give invites to the whole class. Ayumu was the only one who showed up/stayed. He also ate half the cake.
Ayumu was looking to research the art of 'being thug' and went to the most convenient, least-inclined-to-beat-him-up-for-fun person he knew of.
They were groupmates in a class project that nobody ever speaks of. There's nothing particularly weird or sinister about it; they just don't.
They frequent the same seafood restaurants. One day they independently visit a newly-opened restaurant. They get hospitalized for severe food poisoning and end up sharing a room.
Or something. idk. It's super late and I just got home so I'm not running at 100% rn.
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It'd be interesting. As I read the two are basically the opposites of one another. Your character is popular and an image of an honors student, but mine is pretty much a delinquent who does what he pleases.
Yeah, and for all their differences, they've actually got a few similarities when you get down to it (even if those similarities have differences in and of themselves).
As for actual ideas, if they're on friendlier terms, I could see them having this weirdly chill friendship where Hisaki has a weak, harmless person he can be less cautious around, while Ayumu has someone to admire for their ability to do what they want, when they want without too much repercussion.
At any rate, no matter the relationship, I don't believe he'd have earned Hisaki's respect given he's not much of a fighter (though IDK, that's really your call)
Thoughts or ideas?
@Vongola_Hasayo Demon and I'll check it out when we get home.
It also means we don't have to go through a whole introduction section, which is nice.
ETA on the IC is tonight or tomorrow night.
Also @Sho Minazuki, it's occurred to me that our characters have both been in Nami for a long time and are in the same grade. D'you want to network them or nah?
Also @Sho Minazuki, it's occurred to me that our characters have both been in Nami for a long time and are in the same grade. D'you want to network them or nah?
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