HereComesTheSnow

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

NAGASE ERI

"Nagase-san, right?" Miss Hoshino asks.

Instinctively, I straighten up my posture a bit, standing more at attention when addressed by a teacher. It's a habit I picked up somewhere in the middle of always being coached something back home, I think.

"Yes, sensei. That's me." I reply with a small bow.

Fortunately, slipping back into habits help ease me out of feeling overwhelmed by things most of the time. It's probably something to do with the familiarity of a certain action or way of carrying yourself, like an anchor you can rely on to steady up the ship in rough, unfamiliar seas. Or, something along those lines. To be honest with you, I've only ever been on a boat three times in my life total.

In any case, it's a relief to hear that whatever situation I'd stumbled into seems more or less resolved for now. Nobody's hurt, nor is anyone really in trouble...

Although this Matsuoka guy's— excuse me, his Goddess, Cloacina's— getting a bit of an up-close-and-personal talking to from her. She takes control of his body? That's an odd pact if I've ever heard one. Apparently she needs to ease off on it too...

Only, judging from those tomato-colored ears, she doesn't seem like she's got a complete domain over him.

I bite back a smirk, a skill I've spent years cultivating. You're kinda cruel, aren't you sensei? Poor guy's heart must be going crazy.

I'll throw you a bit of a bone, buddy. You and I are probably gonna need to stick together anyway—

Here's why.

"She does do your accent pretty well, though. Somewhere close to Kobe?" I ask conversationally, having pinged the region at an "almost-certainty" level after the first three words left his mouth. A small chance at Osaka, but I really doubted it.

I'm not as alone as I think I am!

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

It's Toei, they'll cut all the corners on their own.

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

Will The Blue Thunder of Furinkan High make a grand appearance?

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

I say stick it in Nerima. : D

@Raineh Daze

I volunteer to not fight the wrecking crew

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

<Snipped quote by HereComesTheSnow>

Well, I don't think it was intentionally suggested at any point? ^^;

@Raineh Daze

Nah I got the wrong impression from working off of someone else's opening post late at night

just a bit of a perfect storm of misinterpretation, I can fix it up for you if you need me to

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

I've been misled

Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

>Rockhold

Don't think I won't let this go unappreciated

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

it's gonna take a bit to find the voice

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

ERI NAGASE

One foot in front of the other.

It's a good way to take life, you know. That it just so happened to be what I always tell myself when I get zoned in during a run's just icing on top of the cake. Track, it seems, is a good way to get life lessons on the cheap.

And unlike a friend of mine, whose family had raised him in the land of bankers and watches up until he was a high-schooler, while still being just about full-blooded Japanese, I might add, I don't handle money so regularly that I can zone out and miss a good deal when I see one.

I know what you're gonna say to me: "Hey, run that back for me again? What's with this convoluted backstory?"

To which I reply:

If you think that's wacky, you should see the guy's ahoge when he's flustered. I swear, it could have it's own circus act.

But enough about him. I can tell you about all that later. In the most selfish phrase I've ever honestly uttered—

Let's talk about me. Time to get the story rolling proper, as I'd meant to do before devolving into a tangent about some guy who occupies half of my text message notifications talking about random stuff.

It was a pretty... normal day to begin with, as far as days at this school went. I'd woken up, attended classes, had lunch in a cozy little nook I'd managed to sniff out, et cetera. Like I said earlier, I think I was just trying to take the day one step at a time, still trying to process what I'd gotten myself into.

And it was, much like the defeat of Nazi Germany, a two-front war I was fighting.

Front One.

Honesty time: I'm still very new to this whole thing. See, this Ritual Technology business isn't something I've been involved with for too terribly long. I've learned a few neat tricks with the abilities and Device given to me by my patron God, Kuraokami, yeah...

But I haven't settled into this school specifically designed for it in the slightest. Sure it's my first year attending and early on in said year, but that would suggest that the second front shouldn't be happening.

Front Two.

Apparently, someone high up in the food chain sensed some crazy talent or latent potential left to unlock in me, that I have no idea of. That's my only explanation for this one: I've been selected as a candidate to fight in the Annual Academy Tournament. These shindigs are Huge, with a capital H, to these schools. I can tell that as a relative newcomer to the system easily, so them picking a girl as green as I am even for consideration can mean, in my mind, just a couple of things:

One: They could have mistaken me for some hidden savant who just needs to go Gohan and "unlock their true potential" to suddenly become a monstrous fighter who could beat up peers well-established already—

or Two, which I'm really hoping it's not: This school has fallen from grace hard enough to just sort of stop caring about who it sends off to these things. I'm serious, please tell me it's the former! The latter's honestly kind of insulting!

In either case, though, there was only one logical answer to this: Train. Either I'm representing this school because I have great potential, or I need to stick it to anyone who thinks we, and by extension me, are write-offs.

Both versions would need me to get good at using this thing in combat. Learning how to not only adjust to this new world I live in, not only learn how to survive in it, but to thrive in it.

So that's how I got here, in a nutshell (kind of): Briskly jogging across campus and now, opening the doors with a wipe of the brow, into the battle simulation area.

Another Track life lesson: To get good at anything, you're gonna need to put in the work.

If I wanted to prove myself up for the challenge the faculty had set for me, I was gonna need to get a bunch of rounds in, not only to condition me, but to learn what I need to.

And if it's anything like Luke's little sister's told me, it's gonna take a whole lot of beating me up. And I'm ready for that.

What I'm not ready for, however, is looking in through the door to find a group of people already in the middle of using this unit. One who was a foreigner, probably hailing from America or Europe, cap affixed to her head. The second is a Japanese girl, shorter than me... with a cape. Huh. The third kid, to round everyone my age out, is a tall (taller than me) guy with a Katana, currently in the middle of bowing to the two.

Had he barged in like me? Was he thanking them for a good fight?

I couldn't know, but I wonder if it had something to do with the teacher here, looking like she had a lecture ready and waiting...

"Uh..."

My mouth automatically makes noise to express my confusion, and I really, really wish it hadn't. I could speak with more poise than this normally, I knew that. Maybe I'm just out of it today, but now I'm forced to follow it up with something.

I hope I get into the swing of things ASAP.

"Should I go look for another sim room?"

It'll have to work. For the record, I blame the strange atmosphere and situation for this.

Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

dude

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