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10 mos ago
Current Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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12 mos ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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1 yr ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
1 yr ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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1 yr ago
Go watch your fucking cow then instead of getting all upsetti spaghetti.

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Saboru Masashi
Groaning a bit at Hoshiko's lack of filter, Masashi dragged both hands down his face slowly before he took a deep breath. Thankfully Asumi didn't take the tangent and run with it for too long. "The future is now, old man," he chimed up in agreement with Chen before he snorted a bit as the first game was decided on. He wasn't as good at the genre as Nagi was given her penchant for Tekken, but he had picked up a bit from hanging around her. More than he could say for Asumi and her somewhat unfounded confidence. Then again, it was Asumi, so what was he really expecting?

The sudden noise outside caught Masashi's attention as his head snapped towards the commotion, and he frowned a bit as he leaned forward, planted a hand on the floor, and pushed himself up. It was probably nothing, but he ended up peeking out the window to check anyways. Brushing aside the blinds a bit, he glanced over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Asumi's challenging expression.

"Hope you're better at this than at the arcade," Masashi countered her challenge with a light jab of his own before he looked between Hoshiko and Akira to see if either of them wanted to have the first round. Seeing as Akira had been the one to suggest Street Fighter, he pretty much expected her to take the controller from Chen.
Signar Wayland

"What a pain." The softly muttered phrase hardly boded well for the beginning of Signar's day, but he was careful enough not to rouse his roommate. Rising early and making the best of what sleep he could manage was something he had long since grown used to, but usually he had at least enough space not to feel cramped! Feeling more than a bit stiff, he sat up slowly and twisted in place to try and work a kink out of his back. A few other things popped and cracked, but the main annoyance proved to be rather stubborn. With an annoyed grunt, Signar resigned himself to quietly slip out of bed and see if some stretches wouldn't help to limber him up in preparation for the day's training.

"Mornin' Julian." He greeted the blonde after he closed the door behind him as quietly as he could. Even with the blonde laid out on the sofa, Signar's vantage point allowed him a full view of the common room once he stepped into it. He had the top of the uniform slung over his shoulder, but a sleeveless tunic kept him from being simply barechested outside his shared room. "Elon. Donathan." The other two recruits greeted in the same quiet voice as he nodded towards them. Reaching up and scratching the back of his neck, Signar rolled his head around as he started to walk around the common room. There was enough room for him to actually swing his arms around a bit without smacking into anything, and he did just that as he grabbed a shoulder and started to roll the arm.

"So, how'd you all end up sleeping? Seems like we're all up a bit earlier than needed," he asked after he made his way towards the window and cracked it open for some fresh air.
Saboru Masashi
Dinner was a nice break from the fare Masashi was accustomed to and he spent most of it quiet as he sampled at least a bit of everything Akio's father whipped up. He left the story telling to the other boy as well, and almost ended up only speaking to introduce himself politely. He did end up remarking how this was pretty much normal for Asumi when he caught the brief look of amazement at just how much she managed to pack away.

"Ugh." Even if it didn't do anything to help, Masashi ended up shaking his hands and rubbing his fingers together. The tips had ended up pruning a bit after he'd finished with the dishes. With everything that had happened coupled with the two going dark, he wasn't in the best of moods to simply relax and hang out. It would have been pretty rude to just dine and dip though.

He joined the others in the spacious room a few moments later after he made a few phone calls. Some unanswered and annoyingly so. He kept that annoyance from bleeding out onto his expression as he slipped into the room though and took up a seat wherever there was free room. He didn't need a wall to lean up against or anything as he just sat down cross-legged and set his bag in his lap. "You could just leave them here for another study session," Masashi pointed out with a raised eyebrow at Asumi as he propped his chin up on his bag. "You'd definitely eat them all if you brought them home."

As spectacular as a failure today's attempt had been, he had no doubt Asumi would be dragging them along the next time a chance presented itself. It was probably a bit too much to hope something insane would happen again, and besides... Masashi didn't loathe the idea of studying that much.

He certainly didn't like it as much as either Asumi or apparently Akio did though. There wasn't anything from Watanabe's on proud display in the room, but Masashi had seen his classmate around there the few times he dropped by for a browse. His fascination seemed to run much deeper than Masashi's own appreciation for cool blades, and there must have been a reason why Asumi had chosen him to help the group study.

That wasn't going to be happening today though, and Masashi finished looking around the room before his attention went to Akio. "Got anything to do? Board or video games?" He asked before he looked around at the others, silently asking if they had any suggestions. He did fish around his bag, reaching past drinks, and pull out a deck of cards in the meantime before any responses. @Lord Orgasmo
Shou Zheng

The fading warmth of a setting sun prompted Shou to slowly rise from his seated position. Rather than hole up inside his room, he had returned to it only briefly to begin detailing out the latest addition to the tapestry on his back. Completing it would take some time and further inspiration, and he was in no rush despite the dangers he had encountered last night. Perfection could hardly be rushed, and he could not simply add haphazardly to himself. The ink had to settle, be drawn in and integrated, and connected with the changes he worked upon himself.

The majority of his focus had been directed towards recovering from last night's ordeals anyways. Despite the immense amount of food he had consumed during lunch, he could feel his appetite stirring as he slowly started to walk. Minor aches and pains that might have gone unnoticed by non-Egoists were still apparent to Shou, but not concerning enough that he would be absent from tonight's excursion.

By the time curfew actually rolled around, Shou was as prepared as he could have been. Well-fed and well-rested after a quick nap in the few hours he had after the sun had set, he rose again with a quick yawn and stretch. He had retrieved his weapon from where he had hid it this morning rather than carry it through the city like some sellsword. Its usefulness was debatable, but it was easy enough to carry around and something of a comfort to have in hand.

As the bell tolled once more and heralded the mist's arrival, Shou started to move before it could blanket the entire island. Hopefully they'd actually get to meet up without any incidents; it would hardly bode well if one of them needed saving before they could even get started.
Saboru Masashi
Unsurprisingly, his phone had barely rung once before he was connected to an operator. "We found a dead body," Masashi answered before he turned around as more people were drawn to the scene, probably by Asumi's shriek. "Uh... just down Jukishi Street," he continued talking even as he raised an eyebrow up at Chen's suggestion. "Sort of already on the phone with the cops here," he pointed out, a bit calmer now after being talked to by the operator on the other side. "Yeah, sorry, just more people showing up. Oh, yeah they just showed up. Alright."

There had been a patrol in the immediate area just like the operator said so, and with their arrival Masashi finally hung up his phone and tucked it back into his pocket. A somewhat incredulous look was aimed at Hoshiko as she went full motor mouth, before he stepped up to the officers and tried to get their attention. That was just a bit hard when Asumi had been thrown under the bus though. Nagi was going to be pissed when she found out about this. With a grunt, Masashi turned his attention back to Asumi instead and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Breathe Asumi. We're in this together," he tried to reassure his blubbering friend as he blocked the cops out from her view.

He kept a hand on Asumi's shoulder as they were shoved into the same cruiser and taken over to the station for questioning. Given her current state of mind, he took the initiative in letting the two missing know their study party had been shelved. "What? Just letting some friends know our plans have been cancelled. I didn't tell them anything else," Masashi fired back as the cop driving them narrowed her eyes at the use of his phone. He wasn't going to blab about the details of a crime like that, at least not when it wasn't in-person. It was a bit odd that his messages still hadn't been read by the time they got to the station though...
It was really odd that they still hadn't seen the messages a good two hours later once their group were finally free to go from the station. Given the murder they had just stumbled across, Masashi couldn't help but feel at least a bit of concern. It was probably unrelated though, and given the general mood of the group? Voicing that concern seemed like a great way to set Asumi spinning off again, so he just bit his lip and kept quiet about it. Complaining about how Saitou hadn't seemed to like... any of them was pointless as well. That had probably been a bit of his own fault, but then again he didn't have much to say. He kept his answers to a bare minimum and didn't bother to hide his annoyance at being held up. They seriously needed to question each and every single one of them? Between Okamoto and now this? He was about done with the day and just wanted to head home and bash things with his stick for a bit to clear his head.

The prospect of a free home-cooked meal was pretty tempting though, and he wouldn't even have to suffer under Asumi's gruelling tutoring before it either! Silver linings he supposed. Even if he didn't chime in with Asumi's question, a rumble from his stomach voiced Masashi's agreement well enough. He shrugged off any looks that were sent his way. Given it was well past the time to start eating dinner, how was it his fault he was hungry?
Signar Wayland

Apparently not! It was looking like he would have the most stuff around once he picked them up from the inn, and it was a bit of an odd feeling. Then again most of his squad mates had homes in the country, so it wasn’t like they needed to bring their possessions with them to the Academy. A deep sigh escaped him as his thoughts wandered for a moment before he shook off the sprouting recollections of his past and focused on the present instead.

Liesse and Dot had squirreled themselves away in their room and the protection offered by the magic infused into the door. The specifics may have eluded him, but the arrays were common enough in Lanhelm to be familiar to him. The blend of an academy and production city meant that apprentices couldn’t just be allowed to wander freely as they pleased. While physical barriers and deterences were the main source of security for Valefor as a nation, the extra layers offered by magic were well worth the cost. Access passes allowed passage through some of them, while buildings like the female baths had simple yet stringent requirements. It was a bit odd that their room alone had the enchantment, but it wasn’t his business to dwell on. Seemed more like Rossweine’s to know what made two of his squad members special.

Speaking of their squad leader, Signar peered into the lavish and more spacious room that housed him and the third seat. Kaiser was… he supposed odd was the best word to describe the other boy and his mannerisms. Clearly he had energy to spare given how he had scampered around the entire shared space earlier, but now he was curled up atop his bed like it had become a makeshift fortress. If their eyes met, it was only for a moment as he finished his sweep of the room and turned his attention to the last room of the four.

The absolute glorious mess that couldn’t have been anything but intentional. Whatever the higher ups might have planned, just getting over it certainly didn’t seem to be in the books for their squad’s second seat. From what little interaction he had with Julian though, he figured the blonde would be just fine. As easy as it had been to rile him up with cheap jabs, the other trainee also had plenty of spunk to spare. Hopefully the two could figure something out before it escalated into something actually nasty. Be a terrible way to start off their time together.

“Anybody else wanna head to supper with Zen and I?” He extended another offer to the entire squad, and there was a bit of a pause before he added, “Well, once we figure out where it’s even served. Shouldn’t be too hard if we follow our noses.” with a shrug.
Saboru Masashi

April 24th, 2025

It took quite a tremendous force of will not to react as the bitch didn't just leave them alone after dragging out that slog of an excuse for a class. It wouldn't have been bad if she was just boring, but something seemed to have jammed the stick even further up Okamoto's rear today. An extra dose of unpleasantness that even his earbuds couldn't fully drown out. His eyes closed, as if that would somehow make the drawing she was holding up disappear, but it was still there when he opened them. How the hell had Munehisa let that slip out of his possession?!

With the blonde looking for any sign to even pounce on, Masashi shook his head slightly to cover up the earbud he had in and slumped a bit into his seat as he waited for things to blow over. He kept up the bored expression and did his best not to acknowledge her presence as she stalked past his desk back to the front of the class.

"Hmph." Now that was a bit too much not to react to. Thankfully the bitch seemed to have her head so far up her ass to even notice the derisive reaction he had towards her grand proclamation. Yeah, she was going to get an entire class of students expelled over a single drawing. Unless the blonde had some serious dirt on the principal, he didn't see how she wasn't going to get laughed out of his office after making such a demand. To say nothing of the absolute hell that would get raised if such an absurdly disproportionate punishment was handed out.

Dismissing her threat as inconsequential as the rest of her rantings, Masashi did spare a glance over his shoulder once the bitch finally left them alone. Asumi was... spinning from what he could see. Nagi seemed like she was about to kill Munehisa. As for the guilty party in question? Well, he at least had the decency to look a bit sorry about the damn mess they were in now. His eyes narrowed a bit at the blonde as if to drive home that yes, this was his fault in some way, before he turned back to face the front. They'd have to figure this shit out after school.

Nagi seemed pretty quick in dragging Munehisa out of the classroom once school was over for the day. By the time he had packed his things up and looked back, the two were already nowhere to be seen. It wasn't like she was going to hold anything back on though, so it wasn't a big deal. Kendo club wasn't meeting up today though, so that left him with a few options to spend his afternoon. It had been almost two weeks since his last visit, so he could check out the game center. He noticed Asumi had struck up conversation with one of their other classmates, and her mood seemed to have done a smooth reversal, so nothing to worry about there.

He was pretty much ready to leave the school when a message in their group chat gave him pause. His name had been mentioned in specific and he grumbled a bit in annoyance. To be honest, he had pretty much all but forgotten about the test until he had just been reminded of it. Which was probably why Asumi felt the need to call him out specifically. It was a better use of time then what he had planned though, and he didn't doubt that the bitch would go out of her way to bully anyone who failed in her class. She seemed petty like that. While her opinion was ultimately irrelevant to him, her classes were already a chore to begin with and earning her attention would probably just compound it. "God damn it, why can't we just get plain old boring teachers instead," Masashi mumbled under his breath as he let Asumi know he was waiting by the entrance for them.

"How are you going to study if you're spinning this much?" Masashi remarked with a sour pop in his mouth. He was following right behind Asumi as she was the only one who knew where they were going. "The bitch is just power tripping, and we'll figure something out once the other two show up." It was going to be hard to plan anything when they didn't know how Munehisa had even lost his damning drawing after all.

He was close enough that he probably could have made an attempt at catching Asumi as she stumbled. Her mood was sour enough without adding in a humiliating fall into garbage, but his hands were a bit full with the drinks they'd brought along as well. As such he only managed to start reaching out to help her up when he noticed it. Her fall must have shifted around some of the bags that had been covering up the body.

It wasn't Masashi's first time seeing a dead body, but he had certainly never been this close to one that had been killed. The grisly wound across his neck sure as hell didn't look like an accident. The fact that they had been dumped under garbage bags was even more damning. He was tunnel visioning hard on the body as he just stared, eyes wandering up and dow-

"Fuck!" Masashi threw a hand up and over his ear as Asumi's bloodcurdling scream finally snapped him out of it. The cloying scent hit his nose and he realized he had taken a few steps closer to the body instead of retreating like Asumi had. He had to pat his pocket a few times before he finally managed to pull his phone out, and even then he struggled with getting the pattern right. "What the shit is this," he muttered to himself as his eyes flicked towards the corpse again and he just hit the emergency dial button instead.
Saboru Masashi
@Psyker Landshark@Ambra
Well damn. He hardly blamed Munehisa for sharing an umbrella with Tanimoto. The first thing he had done before the group had stepped off into the rain was pop in one of his earbuds again and start one of the podcasts on his phone. Course this meant that when Asumi decided to rope in a soaked junior, it was on him to share the umbrella with her. Not the end of the world though, even if it meant getting a bit wet. @DJAtomika@Solace

"Ebina-san, right?" He greeted her with a slight nod before he extended the umbrella to include her in its cover. It had only been a quick glance, but he did recognize her as a member of the softball club. It had been one of his responsibilities to filter out the students that had already joined a club when the kendo club had gone recruiting. @Fabricant451


Stepping under the canopy in front of the store, Masashi closed his umbrella and shook some of the water from it before he used it to poke and prod at the pigeons. "Shoo, shoo." They weren't quite as fat as those in Tokyo, but they certainly already knew how to gather most of the scattered feed. Even with him bothering them, none of the fluffy birds bothered to fly away or throw up a real fuss as they just waddled out of the way with heads a-bobblin'. With pigeons a bit more scattered now, he glanced upwards at the crow before he stepped into the restaurant after the others.

Taking off his blazer, he brushed down his shirt a few times before he slipped past Nagi and the two extended family members. At the table he ended up taking the further seat on Asumi's side while the one directly in the middle was left empty for Nagi to take. He was busy rolling his sleeves up a bit before Asumi's despair earned a snort out of him. With Yuri approaching their table for an order and Nagi slotting herself between them though, his amusement at her misfortune would hopefully be water under the bridge and all but forgotten.

"Extra spicy miso please," Masashi added onto the order before he peeked around Yuri at the fridge by the entrance. "Ginger ale too," he added on after a moment of deliberation before he scooted his seat backwards. Might as well wait and see if anyone else was going to get a drink as well and grab it in one go.
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Signar Wayland

If there was one part of Julian that wasn’t small, it must have been the pair of lungs he possessed. Even Signar, whose hearing must have been somewhat damaged by the years of roaring forges and ringing hammers, could still hear the lingering echoes of the blonde’s furious protests. He rubbed his ear as he stood and waited with the rest of his squad to receive the keys for their new accommodations. They were quite nice compared to what he was used to growing up, but it would have been quite difficult to beat the spartan buildings and furnishings back at Lanhelm.

As the minutes started to pass by without any sign of their squad being called up, Signar moved to one of the windows and opened it to let the gentle breeze in. He certainly couldn’t tell if the air was any fresher outside, but the sun’s warmth was welcomed now that the curtains had been brushed aside. With his slightly more comfortable position now, Signar took a deep breath and settled in for a slightly productive way to pass the time.

He drew the steel rod that hung from his belt and muttered a few words under his breath as he ran his other hand over its length. With a slight shimmer, the metal seemed to melt away and lose cohesion as it fell downwards. It stopped after just a few centimeters as Signar’s expression furrowed in concentration, and from there he began to manipulate the liquified steel. It slowly trailed after the path he drew in the air with his finger before he started to mold it into a variety of shapes.

He was almost too focused to miss when his name was finally called out. The lapse in attention caused his current model to fall apart and nearly splatter against the floor, and he had to bite back a curse that was instead muttered under his breath. With another quick few words though, Signar returned the steel rod to its original shape and brushed a few strands of hair aside. The practice tool was tucked away onto his belt again and he quickly approached the gruff knight in charge. Apparently even the slightest of delays warranted an extra pointed glare from the man, but Signar didn’t flinch as he accepted the key before he made his way up the stairs to check out his new living quarters.
Well the furnishings might have been nicer, but the room was smaller than he had expected. The addition of a bed that was meant to accommodate him meant there was barely any room for Signar and his roommate to move around at the same time! Not to mention how he had to duck a bit to avoid cracking his forehead against the doorframe. He could already tell it was going to get old rather quickly in the mornings, and he cut loose a heavy sigh as he rubbed his forehead.

First impressions revealed that the uniform seemed to be a proper fit as well. He had no idea if they’d stand up during the rigorous training he had heard about, but a quick test fit had seemed in order given how much larger he was than the usual candidate. Without any complaints after a little twisting and stretching about, Signar quickly changed back out of the uniform. The fabric had been quite nice and the tailoring solid, but he was going to be in those clothes often enough in the coming days.

@pkken Smoothing out his clothes once he was fully dressed again, Signar finally directed his attention to his roommate. “Signar Wayland. You can call me Sig if you want,” he introduced himself with a grin as he clapped his fellow countryman on the shoulder. “There’s probably a bunch we could talk about, but frankly this cramped room is already getting to me,” he admitted with a shrug before he stepped past Zenshin and opened the door to let some fresh air rush in. “So why not over supper, eh?”

He paused long enough for his roommate to give a response before Signar turned his attention to the rest of his squad mates. “Anyone need a hand with their things?” It didn’t seem like there was much room for personal belongings, but maybe the nobles had gotten cushier accommodations? He also didn’t know what they would have even brought with them to warrant an extra set of hands in carrying, but… nobles. Speaking of personal belongings, he’d need to find some time to head back into town to pick up his personal belongings from the inn he had been staying at. A matter to tend to after supper though.
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