daybreakacademy | When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.

While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.

Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...

Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]

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[Weird message? Hm... Maverick digs his phone out again. Oh yeah, look at that. Ominous, sort of...? More like somebody tried to be ominous but forgot what they set their username to. Whatever, he'd look into that more later, when he wasn't helping to keep a boy from killing his future self and vice versa...partly because that's when he will actually feel pretty awful himself. Not a lot the magic has to copy over, those first four or so years.]

I know, right? You dress super fucking lame when you get older.

I'm not trying to dress eye-catchingly. I'm trying to avoid being noticed by the fucking stalkers that call themselves my fans. And I haven't exactly had much time to change my wardrobe since I left Japan, either.

[At least he's not bothering with his gloves today? Though that might have to do with the fact that his nails are a good couple inches longer than normal.]

Fans? Why the hell would I end up with fans?

Fucking foodie pics really fucking helping you stay off the grid. You know, if you wanna borrow my shit, you just have to ask, I know you're taller but a lot of my shirts are a size up anyway. You could finally rep the bands y --

[WAIT WAIT WAIT, also sorry, bittykechi, but the fans are weird and he'd much rather talk about this thing]

Hey! [Finally Maverick pushes himself to his feet, balancing his cigarette between his lips as he leans in to inspect Akechi's nails. They're long! They're colorful! They're sparkly!!]

I get discounts for reviewing some restaurants.

[Oh. He's having his nails examined. That earns a rare genuine grin, though it still doesn't show quite as many teeth as it should. That might have something to do with the the fact that the bitty has shown some canines on the sharper end of human when he snarled...]

Ah, what do you think of them? I got a manicure while I was in Marseille.

A maniwhat?

Fucking fancy way to say primped and pampered.

[Despite the words, his tone is rife with approval rather than scorn. He doesn't understand a lot of the dumbass things Akechi does, and full manicure is a little much for him, but painting nails and indulging is all good fun.

...It's also very tempting to bring in the queer hammer, but even if it's just to a younger version of someone whose glass house he already shattered, outing is too shitty, he decides.]

Pretty nice, princess. How the fuck did you even text with those? Anyway, I covered magic, but not how you're so fucking important and accomplished. And not as fucking cool, but I think he's got that.

Very carefully. I had to use the pads of my fingers instead of the tips.

[He combs his nails through his hair, which is somehow looking even fluffier than normal. And he's normally meticulous about conditioning.]

Honestly, the gist of my accomplishments is that I used what I was able to dig up about my previous foster parents to legally fuck them over, and managed to impress enough of the right people that I got a reputation as a prodigy detective.

So I manage to get those assholes what they deserve...and get rewarded for it?

[It sounds like a pain, honestly, but hey, he's not the one that has to deal with it. He just gets to see. He's good with this arrangement.]

Mhm~ [presumably, anyway. he doesn't know the details.] Sometimes people get their heads out their asses. But the taste of success has made you way less fun.

The success was maybe a little too noticeable. You try having fun when people are watching your every fucking move. But, I am at least popular in Tokyo, so it's not all a pain in the ass.

Popular? But...nobody likes bastard kids, no matter what we do...

[Heeeere's where he stretches his arms up and turns to go pick up his discarded bat.]

Well, it's been real n' all, but I figure you guys got some weird shit to really dig into, dunno if princess and I have reached that point in our relationship. I'll catch you later?

[The older Akechi nods and idly combs at his hair again.]

I'll take him back to the dorm once I've filled him in on everything he's going to ask about me.

[One final smirk and chuckle for the pair.]

Heh heh... I'll have the aspirin ready.

[He'll also be taking some himself at that point, but oh well.]

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