[Writing Club Room]
"You Mean I'm stuck Here!?" Jing shrugged his shoulders at Haruka's outburst. "That's what I said isn't it."
Micha was the first to offer his hand at helping. Seira grinned at him. "Yes, good! And don't worry, we're get other people as well. Leaving just one person into a different club can be rather...overwhelming."
Seira raised an confused eyebrow at Haruka remarks. "What do you mean write for wrestling? Like articles after the matches? What else would you even write for their show."
Naoko took Seira's mind off Haruka's claim when she coughed her way to asking about how they would keep the plants alive. Or maybe Human air quality being above getting some succulents. "Well." Seira tapped her chin. "Get some plants that can sit in the shade then"
Those going to the woodworking club had followed Seira down some hallways. They got to clear their lungs a little bit from the possible long lasting damage the dust had done to their respiratory system. As well as admire how goddamn big this academy seemed to big. Really, they had been walking for a few minutes. This place never ended.
And it was busy. Every door they passed they could hear different voices and noises. Laughter and screaming and tools and everything. Only for it to be washed away by something else as they passed another door. Some students passed by them in the hallway, busy with their own club activities. Random words and phrases being heard as they passed by. It did feel truly like this academy was alive with a million different type of clubs.
Seira finally stopped at a large heavy set wooden door. It was at least five times the size of a normal door and had many intricate carvings into it. Haruka nodded to herself, she would not break this door by accident. "We're here." Seira said, taking a deep long breath to prepare herself apparently. Before pushing open the door with a grunt of exertion.
The woodworking room smelled of ancestery. Sitting in there with your eyes closed you got the feeling of sitting next to your great-grand parent in a rocking chair with him talking about his great-grand parents. Being there for a while gave people grand ideas of settling down in the country side and tending to the land while working on some fine ornaments.
All furniture there was, unsuprisingly, hand crafted. Sturdy wooden tables with stools and chairs. The floor despite being cleaned for the new year, still had vestiges of sawdust scattered across. Goggles and tools lined the walls. What spaces weren't taken up by those were littered by motivational posters and quasi-religious momentos.
Seira Mada knew this already. Afterall, Her brother was the head of the club. And before she had joined the writing club, had brought her here to convince her to join. And despite not being fully attentive had at least managed to learn all the tid bits of the room.
The small problem as the writing club exploration group (tm) walked their way into the woodworking clubroom was that...well. No one was here. "Err.." Seira scratched her cheek. Where were they? It was nearly ten already. This was embrassing. She might have to already go back to the mess of a clubroom with nothing to help.
It was then to save her more embarrassment that basically the entire population of the woodworking club lumbered (eh) into the room. They all looked quite...calm. Relaxed, chilled out, such and such. They were also all wearing plaid shirts for some reason.
"Grrrreat meditation session~ We must accept natures love into our hearts before we begin this new year~" Dasaki Mada spoke, leading the group. His sing song voice happy. Turning to see Seira, Dasaki's grin widened. "Ah, my lovely sister~~" His eyes moved across the others. "Are these your new....associates of your club?"
He eyed Micha and Haruka specifically. Frowning slightly. "Their vibe is totally wack, yo."
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With Seira leading a few members outside of the classroom. Jing laid out his hands on the table and rose. "Right, those going to the gardening club. I'll bring you to the club if you wish to go then." And with a sudden vigor, he ushered them out of the classroom.
"And.." His hand went to close a door that no long existed in that space. So he merely swatted at the air for a few moments, "Whatever those not coming decide to do, Try not to talk to any weird strangers."
They made it to the gardening club relatively quickly, even if it involved going up an apparently four thousand stairs.
"You know." Jing said, his face turned away from them. "About your future in the club. The thing is- Oh we're here."
Indeed they were. As they looked at a door far wider then the writing club. Something told them it was adapted to fit in large packages of soil and such. It was ordained in some type of ivy. Giving it the feeling of entering a castle in a fairy tale. Nevertheless, Jing pushed open the door. What greeted them first was...
Yes, ray of lights shone directly from above. They looked up. The entire ceiling was glass, allowing the maximum amount of light in. Compared to the dusty shadows of the writing club; This room was incomparably bright. It was big too. Very big, they couldn't exactly tell due to all the vegetation. But they couldn't see the other end of the glass roof at least.
Perhaps unsurprising, they stood on a stone path that cut through an immensive garden. Different sections had students tending to flowers or bushes or vegetables. The air smelled alive and fragrant yet wet. There seemed to be a lot of people here, a group of students walked by them transporting compost bags.
The different colours of flowers and plants was a little memerising. The group doubted they even knew the names of a quater of the plants they could see. There was something a little off thou-
"There he is." Jing announced, pointing off in the distance. As they looked over to the end of the finger line to see a specific Student tending to a patch of Petunia. His knees digging into the soil with a pleasent smile as he transported bulbs into the rich soil. Both of them knew this was Toru. The head of the club.
"Right, go on then." Jing said, leaning against a wall. Sniffling a little bit. The group of them gave him a quizzing look. "Hey, I have serious hay fever sometimes. It might be dangerous for me to go deeper into that flower maze. I'm sure you two will represent the club juuust fine."
It seemed Jing then, was not going to help them talk to Toru. Alas, it was up to them.
Given that infomation. They decided too....
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BACK AT THE WRITING CLUB
Those staying at the clubroom for the moment. Through indecisiveness of where to go or wishing to further inspect the situation of the room. Whatever reason, the few left soon found themselves not alone. The young man didn't introduce himself, or pardon his presence. But rather was only spotted as someone looked to the corner of the room where he was scribbling something down, peering through old folders and such. Sniggering faintly to himself as he continued on his 'work'.
This Stranger was clearly not part of the club. The members shared a glance to eachother. Was someone going to stop him looking through files, or even ask him who he was?
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