HereComesTheSnow

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

"I'unno, Senhime..." you murmur thoughtfully, fingers gripping the links in the fence by reflex.

Takauji wasn't the only one having a funny feeling about it, that was for sure. Even if your initial dismissal was correct, you wouldn't ever really know for sure like this, would you? And even if you were told after it passed, you'd always be left with that "what-if" burning through your mind, about a possibility that it could have been something supernatural and strange and mysterious.

It's always best to see things for yourself, and for what they truly are.

You turn, wearing that cheshire grin once more.

"Let's go check it out!"

With a little extra bit of pep in your step, you bound towards the door for the staircase.

You were, all of a sudden, feeling pretty energetic today. Something good must have happened over there.

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Happy Easter nerds

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Brewing Storm

"You're right..." Luke said, rising as the Grimm dissolved from the heart outward, slain by way of suddenly ventilated chest cavity. Stepping over to in front of the doorway, he peered in for himself "Well, first we need to see just how bad a shape sh—"

His breath caught in his throat with a hitch.

Blood.

An outright gasp.

"H-Hey!"

So much blood.

All over her face, like a mask—

He ran forward, now not being the time for idle chatter.

"Priscilla? Priscilla!"

No response—

Blood all over—

Torn to shreds—

Both her clothes and her—

"Are you with us?!"

Frantic, panicked, and unfiltered, he all but shouted the words as they came out. In a way, it was kind of funny, given how torn up he could get in a really bad fight. You might say it was hypocritical of him to freak out at seeing someone else so brutalized, from a certain viewpoint.

But—

She's not like me—

She didn't have a body with the auto-regen cheat-code unlocked. She couldn't come back from what he could. Nobody could, not in one piece.

It would have been even more arrogant and unjust if he treated others with the same casual disregard he did himself.

"H-Hey! Can you speak?!"

It was a stupid question ask someone lying in a heap covered in their own blood, but then again, Luke never once claimed to be smart.

His hands shot down, aiming to shake her awake by the shoulders, but stopped mercifully short of actually doing so. Rule number one of traumatic injuries was to disturb the victim as little as possible, and most definitely not shake them like some ragdoll. Intellectually, he knew that, but human instinct has a nasty habit of trumping human intellect in times of crisis.

No, he didn't stop because he remembered it would make things worse.

Regretfully, he only realized how lucky they were that he did after the fact.

Instead, what gave him pause were her eyes.

She didn't need to be shaken awake.

She IS awake.

Awake, and in a world of pain.

It was little wonder she didn't respond—it was probably agony to simply keep breathing. No, scratch that, it definitely was.

He knew that all too well, in fact.

But she needed to stay calm if she was in such bad condition.

Which meant he needed to stay calm, and not yell at her like the sky was falling.

Breathe.

"Okay... Okay. Just try and hold on." he said, equally for his benefit as it was hers, before turning on the knee to meet the other two's gazes.

"We need to get her out of here as soon as we can. I don't know how bad her condition really is, but..."

He glanced back, once more drinking in an eyeful of red where he should have seen pink.

"But it's bad enough that I'm worried about it. I'm not a doctor or anything, but I know a thing or two about being in bad shape."

He frowned, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow in thought for a moment.

"Jack— do you think we can call Professor Goodwitch to arrange for a medical transport, or something? We can't exactly carry her around with us, and just leaving her here won't do either. Something's bound to come after her, in this state."

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i need more sangue in my life but i'm a self-centered prat

y o u ' r e t e a r i n g m e a p a r t

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Jason Alexander

"Uh..."

Wait, wait, wait, hold the hell on a second. When'd this place get so damn crowded? In like half a minute we'd gone from two people to four, all of us taking up this hallway. And on to of that, for that matter...

Why the hell is everyone else here so damn cute?

"Yeah, sure. Jason." I responded, a bit off-base in an understandable manner because of those damn sheepish doe eyes. I needed to avert my gaze quick, before I got sucked in...

Doing so, I found myself faced with another problem— Cyare Staunton, an elegant and shapely ladyknight type chick that Lux would get along great with, from first glance.

More specifically, the two Rooks on the field.

Crap. Go somewhere else, eyes, before you get us killed.

I took an intense interest in The bridge of Kaia's nose. It would have to do in a pinch, and was by far the safest option. Sasuga, me.

"So, you can handle it from—"

"Yo, sleepyhead, I got us a job."

It's a weird fucking day when that voice saying those words is a relief to hear.

I turned to Lux, affixing him with my usual impassive gaze.

"So what is it? And it ain't wasting away, it's living low-stress. Good for the heart and all that."

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I'm blue

daba dee daba die

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

"V-v-v-very well than" Senhime said as she carefully followed Tomoda-San it was somewhat easier to get to the roof this way she noticed since a lot of people seemed to give her a wide berth making it easy to follower in its wake. It was kind of funny watching the two interact it literally was similar enough to her secret stash of romantic comedy light novels. With a small smile gracing her lips she quietly followed through till they reached the roof. Letting them be she quietly went to the edge where her back was against the fencing than quickly looking around she took out a small well used light novel. Taking another look to make sure that no one was looking she quietly took to reading it and quickly forgetting that Tomoda-san and his friend was up on the roof as well.

@Suku

The trip up to the roof was about as uneventful as the three of you could have hoped for.

Meaning, it was only once or twice that you and your bro had tried to trip eachother up in your arbitrarily declared race, in the most literal sense of the phrase. This led to the two of you ending up nursing sore palms just ahead of Senhime as opposed to having left her in the dust ages ago. Hey, catching yourself non those school floors were killer, man.

Once up atop the roof, things proceeded as normal, albeit at a somewhat muted volume and with a respectful distance to Senhime, who for her part quickly went off into her own little world with that LN she was reading. You'd have to inspect her taste at some point.

For the majority of the time you spent up there, things were the usual You-and-Bro fare, shooting the shit about the latest episodes of the shows you were watching...

"Yo, Priscilla got messed the fuck up!"

"I mean, that's one way to deal with the character..."

What games you were playing...

"Why does the Bed of Chaos even exist, though? What idiot at FromSoft thought it was a good idea?"

"They literally apologized for that one."

"I'd hope. It was such bullshit..."

Even personal lives.

"So, we gotta do something about that harem before it grows out of hand."

"I don't have a harem."

"Debatable! And besides, if we wanna kee—"

His faces visibly tenses, and he sharply cuts you off with a raised hand.

"What's up?"

"You hear that?"

Tilting your head quizzically, you focus your attention on sound as opposed to sight for a moment—

And faintly, very faint and distantly, you hear people screaming.

That was weird.

Your bro's already up on his feet, and started in the direction of the screams, or at least what seemed to be their direction. Deftly hopping up, you follow suit, until both of you are gripping the chain links of the fence as you gaze down upon the strangest sight.

The Drama Clubroom is trying it's damndest to be a Sun Number Two, Horrific Boogaloo. Impossibly bright light floods out the windows, like someone tried to pause time during the detonation of a flashbang and rolled a Natural 20. Takauji, ever one to take matters into his own hands, voices the question every witness was asking

"The heck's going on down there?"

You pause for a time as you look his way.

You're not sure what possesses you in this moment. You never will be. But whatever it is, it must have come from deep within. Maybe concern for his well-being on some instinctual level. Some breed of selfishness making you want him to stay out of the newest weird creepy thing to happen. Maybe you said it because you thought it was the most likely thing, despite not believing it.

Maybe you didn't want to suddenly have all of your "dude you're literally a main character" jokes come true.

So you lie. You tell a big fat lie about your opinion with the straightest face you can muster.

"Probably just testing out new practical effects."

"Like what?" he counters, albeit with genuine curiosity.

"Like a bunch of new lighting stuff and sound system for sound effects, probably!"

"Maybe..."

He looks back, and you continue to drive through the crack in his armor you've made.

"Ain't it getting kinda late, anyway? The girls shoulda backed off by now."

He checks his watch.

"Crap, you're right..."

"We should probably go home, man... Aw, piss." you growl, folding your arms.

"What's up?"

"I'm stupid." you state bluntly, before waving him on. "I forgot half of my stuff in my desk, you go on ahead."

"Oh, that's it? I'm fine waiting for you, man." he replies, and you know that's true no matter how little help it was in this instance.

"No, really, it's cool. I'll catch up. Hell..."

You smirk, before playing your trump card.

"I bet if I didn't, I'd beat you there."

"Oh, would not!"

"It'll be just like that mile run in eighth grade, and you know it..."

Your smirk widens to maximum oversmug dimensions, as you recall the impromptu race the two of you'd had during the fitness testing day of class. "...Mister Second Place."

That lights the fire of competitive spirit under his ass, and he all but rushes off, roughly shouting "We'll see about that, NERD!"

"You better get moving, DORK!"

"Bye then, DWEEB! And Senhime-san!"

The door slams shut, and you snicker.

"I dare someone else to try and pull that on him and have him fall for it."

Now then, as for the catalyst to all that...

You turn, staring down the burningly bright clubroom.

It was time to get some answers.

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all these queers who can't appreciate the nape of the neck

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@Lugubrious@Sho Minazuki@Suku

Brewing Storm

"Cover me."

A command that, in this instance, meant a specific set of actions that teambuilding exercises both in and out of classes had quickly driven into the newfangled, turbulent team's skulls.

It's a catch-all phrase, and needs context to inform the actions to do it,
But the obective's always the same:
Keep them safe.

Nodding in Cian's direction, the black-haired brawler, proceeded to the right side of the door's frame even as she mirrored his action on the opposite side, both pressing themselves against the wall. In essence, they treated it like proper paramilitary personnel enacting a classic "breach-and-clear". Jack, with his nigh teleportational speed and general evasive savvy, was to kick the door down, and as soon as even a hint of an attack was launched from within, Luke and Cian were to cover his Instant-Transmission-level escape from it.

The door, sent careening inwards, was summarily kicked open as per usual. A split second of silence followed, just enough for Luke to wonder if they were clear—

Then the shrieks of approaching harpies shattered that illusion. Taut as a drawn bowstring, Luke readied himself for another round of visceral combat, as the avian Grimm burst into their vision.

And cover he did.

The uppermost harpy, talons streaking towards their leader's eyeballs, found herself abruptly and sharply torn off-course by the gauntleted hand that had suddenly encased her leg in a vicelike grip. Gritting his teeth, Luke leaned back to counter her momentum dragging him forward ever so slightly—

And then yanked the Grimm earthward, high-pitched whirring of his other hand's drill filling the room as it chased the creature's descending torso.