Krayzikk

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

<Snipped quote by Krayzikk>

"That's a good point..."

Rarely did Kimiko ever skip out on her two pilgrimages to the cozy little temple in Daisuke's neighborhood - that most prolific of outposts, the tiny little thread in the larger, greasy tapestry that was the world's largest hamburger chain. Lit up like a beacon into the 1 to 2 am hours every night, it drew Kimiko in like the young budding detective was a whaling boat, exhausted after her long tour at school. She loved sitting down with her gargantuan tray of fries before she went home, and she loved the two sodas she would slurp down after she got thirsty and went back in time to spend the midnight hour.

But it was certainly true - though the fryer and the fountain remained the same no matter who was on shift, and the price never changed, Miyamoto-kun was still the most talented server on staff when it came to handling her regimen.

The others would roll their eyes at Kimiko.

"I'm pretty hungry. Okay. We'll go."

They went.

@Plank Sinatra

"C'mon, then." The Miyamoto's oldest son stepped out into the hall, slinging his bag over one shoulder and starting to root through his pocket. Normally he'd be in a rush; afternoon shift started twenty minutes after he got out of class, so he needed to get to work, change, and clock in during that time. He generally aimed to be early when he could, so he planned with fifteen minutes. If things went to shit he had five minutes to spare. Today, though, he had plenty of time. He'd still need to collect his bike, though, didn't trust people enough to leave that at school overnight. He needed it to get to school on time, anyway.

Kimiko was there, though. He'd need to walk it. His keys were what he was looking for, actually; the tiny one that went to his bike lock was on the same ring as his house key. It took a moment to sift through the day's accumulated shit, pens, folded papers, change, all that stuff. Still, they were exactly where they needed to be. He bounced them up and down in his hand a little while they walked, pretty quietly all things considered. Daisuke wasn't a quiet guy, but without anyone to bounce off of, he tended to settle down pretty quickly. And Saitou Kimiko wasn't exactly boisterous. So they made their way through the halls pretty peacefully until they stepped outside, and then the (reformed) delinquent made a beeline for the bike rack.

The process of unlocking it, stowing the lock, and freeing the bicycle was quick and practiced. Like clockwork. A second more and Daisuke's backpack was back on his back, and he had the handlebars in hand. Normally he'd already have been on board and riding, but as with everything else, today was a little different.

"Ready to go?"

Rise of the Super Mecha [Mecha/Supernatural Interest Check]

I might be down for this.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Apologies for taking so long for such a lackluster post.

@Lugubrious

A post is a post, no apologies needed.

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

Cyare Staunton

@Caasicam @Plank Sinatra @HereComesTheSnow

"I avoided that outcome rather inadvertently while meeting him." Cyare commented, a little dryly, when the blind girl turned towards her. Clearly she had some measure of awareness, at least, if she could turn towards her without assistance. Given that she wasn't looking quite perfectly in her direction, however, Kaia's method wasn't one hundred percent perfect. Still, it was an indication of something. She didn't bother nodding in Kaia's direction or pointing to herself, knowing that they were pointless gestures that she would not be able to observe. She did, however, take a step forward and carefully take Kaia's right hand in her own, wrapping her left around both for a firmer grip. She shook the blind girl's hand sincerely, and released it after a moment.

"Ms. Kaia. Your associate has said much about you. It is good to meet you. I am Cyare Staunton."

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

Angel Ferrara

"Iiiiii..." He began to straighten his posture out a little more confidently, regaining some natural comfort at the thought of being around Kaia soon. The two mages doubled back to Angel's room in little time at all. Cyare's hunch had turned out to be correct - she had stopped to talk to a somewhat austere looking mage, and they were passing a note that looked suspiciously like Angel's back and forth between them.

H-Heh. Oops.

"Kaia!" Angel called softly, raising a hand up to wave and grinning. "Coming up on your right. Brought a friend." He didn't stop to consider Cyare's reaction to the term, but instead closed the distance with her to reach Kaia Iona and her designated set of eyes. Ferrara reached out and ruffled the bedraggled hair of his blind teammate affectionately.

"Sorry about the note. I tried telling you to stay in bed." He looked up to the mage who must have been reading for her and smiled sheepishly. "Thanks for, um. Taking care of my friend. I'm Angel."

@Caasicam @HereComesTheSnow @Krayzikk

@Plank Sinatra

Cyare Staunton

Angel was doing much of the talking, which was not a paradigm that Cyare objected to. She did not know either of these people, and Angel at least knew one of them; that meant it made the most sense for him to handle conversing with them, as well as overseeing the introductions between herself and his associate. Besides, it freed the Tactical Mage herself from having to address the unknown elements of the group. She preferred to observe them all first. Which, coincidentally, was exactly what she was doing.

Roughly of a height with Cyare, darker complexion, and a noticeable preference for the color red and dark makeup. The former was impossible to miss, given the red streak in her otherwise white hair, but both were definitely present. Somewhat oddly, given that she obviously couldn't see either one. Perhaps Angel gave her feedback on her appearance? Or perhaps, like her previous musings suggested, her magic involved a sight replacement. Something to enable her to perceive her environment. Though she wasn't sure what could possibly do so to such a degree that she could successfully perceive color. Nevertheless, she was clearly able to move about freely without aid; her presence outside of the room with no clear source of help proved thus. Athletic build, more runner than weightlifter.

All of this was filed away silently, while she simply stood slightly back and observed the proceedings.

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

Angel Ferrara

He nearly hugged her.

He was in the process of one. His face had softened past even the point of his usual gentle androgyny, and his right arm was raised to slip around Cyare's shoulders if need be. But then his arm crooked over again to fix his own wet hair, playing off the motion. Like it'd never happened.

One of the first things he had learned from the world is that people don't want hugs as much as you might think. And that sadness, when someone presents a target by getting too close, can lash out as something else entirely. Then it just went back and forth and...

...

Angel wanted to say something to Cyare about that, apologize back to her for shying away from her so much.

But it would take too long to explain.

"You're okay. You couldn't have known, honest. No sweat, okay?"

@Plank Sinatra

Cyare Staunton

"However I could have been more tactful." A faint hint of wryness manifested in a twitch at the corners of her mouth while she glanced over at Ferrara again. "Tact is supposed to be my forte. In more ways than you are aware."

She crossed her arms casually, slipping her hands under her arms and regarding her erstwhile compatriot with a composed expression much more akin to her norm. The faintest rise and fall of her shoulders indicated a shrug, and she directed her attention to the hall again while she resumed walking at a much more efficient pace. "Your understanding is appreciated, nevertheless. See your associate anywhere?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"She'll be fine. And back in a sec." The brown haired Hunter-in-training flashed Lauren a quick, mild grin and waved at the SL half of the team before beckoning Amy on. The quip-and-wave combo was pretty cavalier, an excellent smokescreen for nerves gnawing at the edges of his cool composure. Five people unaccounted for. Chances were they were somewhere on this floor, and if they hadn't said anything after all the commotion... They probably weren't alive. Ben allowed himself a quiet deep breath, masked by the movement of drawing his tonfa. The mission was almost over, if they could just keep it together a little longer. No more walking through a creepy, dangerous facility looking for survivors. No more finding dead bodies. For today, at least.

He had Amy fall in behind him with a quick point, slipping out of the cafeteria and back into the hall. Still no more Grimm, at least that he saw, so there was no immediate danger. But best to be careful. Even if it was the nerves talking, gut instinct had a way of keeping you alive. He just hoped he could find the rest of the crew alive. Or at least... Intact. The corpse downstairs had rattled him a little, even if he didn't let it show. First time dealing with a situation like this was bound to be hard.

But he needed to concentrate. He was the Cap. He was Bastille's Cap, and that meant being the best.

The first residential quarters he reached were closed and locked up tight. Metal door, industrial style, probably meant to keep Grimm out in a scenario like this. Like the stairs had been. Still, he was stronger than a Grimm. "Amy, step back and cover me."

The hawk Faunus nodded, stepping back and aiming Unchained Fury's business end at the door. Artorius and Lawnslot went back into the holder, and Ben braced his hands against the door where he felt the most resistance; where the deadbolt probably was. A quick application of Deinamig to the arms snapped the bar with (relatively) minimal damage to the door or the frame around it, and left it free to swing. And after drawing Lawnslot again with his left hand Ben gave the door a light push, making it swing inward.

"Hello? We're from Beacon, here to help. Anyone in here?"

@Lugubrious

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

"Y'know they're the same fries, right, Kimiko-chan?" Daisuke asked rhetorically, even though he knew with Saitou Kimiko no question was ever really rhetorical. At least no rhetorical one would be. She'd answer in her unique, left-field way and more often than not catch everybody who wasn't used to her off guard. It was her way. A way that had taken months upon months of knowing her, either at work or school, to get used to. But her way nonetheless. The teen adjusted the strap of his bag, glancing back at the doorway where he'd been heading just a minute before.

"I'm planning on heading home. Gotta grab something to eat, I skipped lunch. Want to walk with me? I can supervise my coworkers, make sure they get your fries right." A pause. "You never skip fries, it's weird that you'd think about it."

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

Angel Ferrara

"I've never had anyone else. Dad died when I was six," the pretty boy said quietly. "Rest of my life, it was the monsters and me."

Not that there was anything wrong with forest living. It had taught him a degree of self-reliance and improvisation on his feet that he would have never gotten growing up in a place like Fiore. It had taught him what was worth attaching yourself to and what was worth letting go. It had taught him how useless it was to cry over things like cold in the middle of the night, and how to grit your teeth and bear it without screaming after the sixth or seventh time in your life you find yourself being mauled in the same fashion.

But there were things every child knew that Angel would never, ever discover. And even after five years removed from Boundary Forest, people like Cyare constantly made him realize how little he belonged outside of it.

"She bears with me a lot."

@Plank Sinatra

Cyare Staunton

"I'm sorry." The apology, or perhaps a condolence, was much quieter than she had been. A lapse in the cool collection of her demeanor, or the faintly amused air she had emanated before. She had... Failed to consider the causes of those scars. Thoughts that made much more sense now. She could fill in some of the blanks, at least with a pretty good idea, and it wasn't a pretty picture. Something she should have taken into account. His attachment, as well, made much more sense. His friend was very important to him. With good reason.

Odd. He grew up without others, so he was drawn to them. Bonded closely with them. Cyare herself had seen too much of others, and she was much more distant. She preferred, and she was self-aware enough to know of her preference, to be alone. Or travel only with one or two others that she believed she could trust, not necessarily to have her back but to at least be consistent.

... Not the time to be looking in the mirror.

"That much have been very difficult for you. I apologize for any offense, I did not know."

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

There. Sorry for anyone who was waiting on me, ended up having a busy couple of days.