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At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all.

"I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening.

"May I help you?" She asked politely.
Hm. Still unsure where to go with Kolya. Yume is the only other character currently not busy (I think), but since she's pretty pissed off I can see him just getting attacked.


Actually, Yume's temper dissipates pretty quickly, and she's probably one of the most pacifistic characters.
Yume gently touched the grief seed to her soul gem, watching it funnel away the black substance that had tainted the grey-pink color. "Sorry, friend." she thought, blinking back budding tears. "Don't you dare cry." she scolded herself. This is how it always turns out, how it has to be. Without this sacrifice, the world, no, everything, would fall apart. She knew that before she took them on and became their sister in heroics, and she'd promised herself not to let her feelings get in the way of the greater good. But still...she couldn't stop thinking about them. This grief seed in particular had once been the soul gem of a girl very close to her heart, someone who'd trusted and looked up to her.

"Why?! Why you too?! I could have helped you, why did you fall into despair?!" she screamed, holding the grief seed painfully tight. "Where are you, you damn rodent. I want to know what happened." Yume hissed, starting to feel her anger fade and be replaced by coldness.


Doable for me.
I can understand the age thing, I was just going on Nagisa, since she seems pretty young, and some real girls reach the part of their life in which they would become very emotional at a young age. I'll bump it up, though, to make things reasonable. I'll see what I can do about the magic as well.

Edit: Now she's a year older, contracted at eleven, and with more appropriate magic.


Having arrived at the firing range with the required protection, Sepia nervously picked up a rifle and magazine. As her weapon required good aim, she wasn't particularly worried about accuracy. What she was worried about was loading the stupid thing, especially after Ms. Vanhomrigh's rather emphatic words on the subject. Thankfully, the ammo went in without a hitch. Once on the firing line, Sepia assumed position with nearly perfect form and waited for further instruction. She was especially careful not to point the rifle anywhere near other students, having nearly blown a hole in her face in the past from careless firearm handling.
Nails darted out into the hallway the next morning, already starting to feel a little tense. It had been some time since her last dose, and she was most definitely aware of her rising panic. She lifted a pen that she'd stolen from a staff member up to the nearest wall and paused in thought. Then she jotted down a short, simple sentence. You'll know...someday. She went from room to room like this, scribbling cryptic phrases on the walls and doors nearby. When she got to room 22, Nails was in the middle of trying to climb a doorframe in order to reach the ceiling when a young woman opened the door and stepped outside.

"Shit."
Oh crap. I totally thought we were skipping the rest of Practice. Excuse me while I get my rear in gear.
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