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Oh, we could be the stars, falling from the sky [OPEN]
Who: Masaki and literally anyone
When: Early September, wibbly-wobbly time
Where: Aube 1st floor, Aube roof, Training hall
What: Masaki arrives on campus, does a bit of stalking, buys way too much cake, and practices her archery like a good hunter.
Warnings: None, I think! Will add headings if needed.
A. Arrival... 1 & 2
[1]
A young woman in her mid-twenties with short reddish-brown hair stands in the hallway of Aube's first floor. She's arrived at Daybreak with nothing more than a large rolling suitcase being tugged along behind her. All of her clothes and worldly possessions are in there--at least the ones that she really wanted to bring. It's not much, but she doesn't look put out by that. She's bright and cheerful as the morning sun, greeting everyone she comes across with an enthusiastic "Good morning!" whether they live there or not. She might not have asked to come here, but she's going to make the best of it no matter what.
[2]
Arriving at her assigned room, Msaki finds that someone has clearly already been here. Aside from the standard issue furnishing, there's a few large boxes deposited in the middle of the floor. Curiously, Masaki approaches them and picks the biggest one to open. The box yields an ungodly amount of packing peanuts and styrofoam and... the breastplate of a suit of armor. Her expression quickly changes to mortified, and she shoves the antique looking thing back into the box and closes it.
She is absolutely not wearing that. Nope, no way, no how.
...But neither can she just dump it. Her clan would kill her. So her only choice is to start pushing all the boxes into the corner of the room--and maybe stacking them rather precariously. Maybe she'll make a tower and put fourteen potted plants on top of it and never touch it again.
B. Stakeout
It's late. Some nebulous time in the evening. The sun has gone down, but Masaki is up on the roof with a jacket, a pair of binoculars, and a bag of chips. It's a little chilly up here when the peak of summer has started to ebb away, but she's a woman on a mission... And that mission has her binoculars pointed towards... the Lumiere dorm? What the heck is she watching with those? And why? It's definitely a little weird.
C. Cake, Cake, Cake
It should be a crime to visit France and not try all the desserts and pastries that the country has to offer. That's the kind of thing that interpol should be cracking down on, honestly. Which is why Masaki is being a good citizen... and returning to Aube's first floor commons area with a bag of Soliel goodies. There's an assortment of tiny cakes that she starts pulling out and arranging in rows on the counter. Is she planning on sharing these? Because there sure is a lot of them. More than would be healthy for one person to eat... But for the moment, she seems to be just staring at all of them with the utmost deliberation.
And then she takes her phone out and starts taking pictures.
D. Nose to the Grindstone
Masaki is at a school, which means she should probably keep up with her lessons--the kind of lessons that the Quincy would be interested in hearing about. It only takes a little trial and error to figure out where the training hall it--a little but of getting lost in the Citadel, but it's no big deal. She's an adult that's very capable of asking for directions, and mostly capable of following them.
Once she's sure that she's in the right place, Masaki gets to work. There's a few targets on the far wall that she's aiming at, and she faces those with a sort of seriousness that's been absent for most of her arrival at Daybreak. She goes over the basics. Posture. Stance. There's a bright glow as a longbow made of radiance forms in her hand. She holds it up, putting her other hand to the empty string and drawing back--as an arrow of that same radiance forms with the motion. Deep breath in--and exhale. Her fingers release the arrow and the bolt of radiance flies with alarming speed at the targets, making a small explosion against the far wall.
She stops only a moment to appraise the result, and then fixes to fire another shot at a different target.
[I'll match whichever format you want to use, prose or brackets!]
When: Early September, wibbly-wobbly time
Where: Aube 1st floor, Aube roof, Training hall
What: Masaki arrives on campus, does a bit of stalking, buys way too much cake, and practices her archery like a good hunter.
Warnings: None, I think! Will add headings if needed.
A. Arrival... 1 & 2
[1]
A young woman in her mid-twenties with short reddish-brown hair stands in the hallway of Aube's first floor. She's arrived at Daybreak with nothing more than a large rolling suitcase being tugged along behind her. All of her clothes and worldly possessions are in there--at least the ones that she really wanted to bring. It's not much, but she doesn't look put out by that. She's bright and cheerful as the morning sun, greeting everyone she comes across with an enthusiastic "Good morning!" whether they live there or not. She might not have asked to come here, but she's going to make the best of it no matter what.
[2]
Arriving at her assigned room, Msaki finds that someone has clearly already been here. Aside from the standard issue furnishing, there's a few large boxes deposited in the middle of the floor. Curiously, Masaki approaches them and picks the biggest one to open. The box yields an ungodly amount of packing peanuts and styrofoam and... the breastplate of a suit of armor. Her expression quickly changes to mortified, and she shoves the antique looking thing back into the box and closes it.
She is absolutely not wearing that. Nope, no way, no how.
...But neither can she just dump it. Her clan would kill her. So her only choice is to start pushing all the boxes into the corner of the room--and maybe stacking them rather precariously. Maybe she'll make a tower and put fourteen potted plants on top of it and never touch it again.
B. Stakeout
It's late. Some nebulous time in the evening. The sun has gone down, but Masaki is up on the roof with a jacket, a pair of binoculars, and a bag of chips. It's a little chilly up here when the peak of summer has started to ebb away, but she's a woman on a mission... And that mission has her binoculars pointed towards... the Lumiere dorm? What the heck is she watching with those? And why? It's definitely a little weird.
C. Cake, Cake, Cake
It should be a crime to visit France and not try all the desserts and pastries that the country has to offer. That's the kind of thing that interpol should be cracking down on, honestly. Which is why Masaki is being a good citizen... and returning to Aube's first floor commons area with a bag of Soliel goodies. There's an assortment of tiny cakes that she starts pulling out and arranging in rows on the counter. Is she planning on sharing these? Because there sure is a lot of them. More than would be healthy for one person to eat... But for the moment, she seems to be just staring at all of them with the utmost deliberation.
And then she takes her phone out and starts taking pictures.
D. Nose to the Grindstone
Masaki is at a school, which means she should probably keep up with her lessons--the kind of lessons that the Quincy would be interested in hearing about. It only takes a little trial and error to figure out where the training hall it--a little but of getting lost in the Citadel, but it's no big deal. She's an adult that's very capable of asking for directions, and mostly capable of following them.
Once she's sure that she's in the right place, Masaki gets to work. There's a few targets on the far wall that she's aiming at, and she faces those with a sort of seriousness that's been absent for most of her arrival at Daybreak. She goes over the basics. Posture. Stance. There's a bright glow as a longbow made of radiance forms in her hand. She holds it up, putting her other hand to the empty string and drawing back--as an arrow of that same radiance forms with the motion. Deep breath in--and exhale. Her fingers release the arrow and the bolt of radiance flies with alarming speed at the targets, making a small explosion against the far wall.
She stops only a moment to appraise the result, and then fixes to fire another shot at a different target.
[I'll match whichever format you want to use, prose or brackets!]
Stakeout
[If she's not paying attention to her surroundings, Masaki might not even notice him arriving. His stance is definitely that of a warrior.]
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[She looks back at the boy with a bit of bewilderment but also embarrassment. And maybe a bit of guilt.]
What? I'm not a stalker. I'm just--you know! Looking for birds! I'm bird watching. For night birds. Owls. Owl watching.
[Is that even a thing? She's not sure. She really should have practiced this...]
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[See? Look at her looking at the main campus buildings off in the distance! Look at her checking those roofs too! Total coincidence.]
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B - for "But this isn't actually a thread, just a joke"
"GO TO SLEEP, IDIOT!"
He draws back in, slams the window shut, and draws the curtains.
continuing the joke...
The slam of the window makes her flinch, even this far away. That's... really rude! God, why is he so awful?!
She doesn't go inside immediately. She hangs out on the roof for another hour, just to make sure he's not going to sneak out of the dorm and run amok while she isn't looking. But eventually she gets cold and tired enough that she calls it a night and heads inside to her nice warm bed.
D - for Dat Actual Tag
He greets the lady with a smile and a nod, but doesn't otherwise interrupt, reaching back for another arrow and firing it off. It's only after a second glance that he notices she hasn't got a weapon at all. His brow goes up and he starts to ask when that bow of radiance forms and his skin starts to burn.
He yelps and stumbles back, his own bow dropping.
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It's the yelp that brings her up short, startling out of her focus at that cry of pain. She doesn't think to dismiss the bow until she sees his skin burning in the light of it. It's gone in a heartbeat, and she holds up both hands as if to show that the radiance is gone.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry--" she starts, saying the words quickly and repeatedly. There's a frantic concern in her voice, and her brows are knit together with worry. "That wasn't supposed to happen-- Are you okay?!"
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It wasn't like it was a full-on blast, just a bit of peripheral from something smaller. He straightens out and looks over his arm. Just a burn, nothing melted through or anything horrific. He hopes his face isn't too bad-- only discoloration around where his markings would be on the one side.
"It's not you, it's... it's me. I'm not supposed to be around Radiance. I'm sorry. Let me just get out of your way." He just needs to grab his bow...
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"No--it's okay! I can practice later," she responds quickly. "I didn't even think to check if there were any... uh... Radiance averse... people around? I will next time, I promise." Not that it does him much good right now, but boy does she stumble over what to call him. Would it be rude to ask if he's some kind of zombie? Probably. She already feels bad enough.
"Does healing magic hurt too? I can try to fix it, but I don't want to hurt you more."
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B
< Dude, if you keep that up, someone's going to get pissed at you. You're really obvious. >
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What the hell.
"Pissed at me f... for what?-- Where are you?" Her second question comes on the heels of her first, thrown out closer to a demand than a question. Is someone playing a trick on her?
She stands up, tentatively looking around the roof, like there might be someone just out of sight. She does not at all question the bird--or the idea that a bird might be telepathically talking to her.
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He's far from the weirdest guy around, this is a pretty tame introduction to the school, honestly. Nope, not feeling guilty at all!
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Masaki turns towards the bird, blinking in surprise. This? This is the person that's been talking to her? Even knowing that, she looks around again, like she expects there to be someone else. She's talked to ghosts and whatnot before, but talking to animals? Now that's just weird.
"Uh... hi?" A beat of silence. "Can you raise your wing if you understand me?" Just to be sure.
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Grindstone
Radiance sounds like candles, but louder and more... there. She assumes that people who regularly use their radiance have a stronger sound to them. But she hasn't really asked around to test that theory out. Maya's standing in the doorway in her usual workout gear. Comfort and only looks good because Maya looks good. And other than her words, not a noise from her at all.
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Maybe she is a ghost? Maybe she's not a blighted one, just a normal ghost this time.
"Oh, this?" She gestures to the bow. "Everyone in my clan does this. It's our trademark. Very secret, you know. Super hush-hush." She laughs like she's joking, but she's really not. She just thinks it's a little silly they have to be like this.
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Maya's voice doesn't carry enough anger to really sell how much she's grown to hate that aspect of this life. But it is a bit there. Still, hearing a proper use of radiance was good. She's never really had a lot of interaction with radiance. "So it's a technique, that means anyone with radiance could learn it if it wasn't secret?"
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so sorry for the delay, went on hiatus and i'm trying to get back to threads now!
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yet another stakeout...
She cheerily saunters over to Masaki's space and offers the buttery microwave bag over. If the woman bothers checking, the popcorn is...uh. It's red. It's a very bright, peppery red, and has the taste to match its vibrancy.]
What channel're we watching?
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Nothing! We're not watching anything. Just... enjoying the night air! The stars are really nice tonight, aren't they? I think we should be able to see Saturn! Pretty cool, huh? [She remembers reading that somewhere, but she has no idea about the details.]
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...Then again, she’s eaten soap as a show of dominance, so. Whatever.]
Saturn, huh?
[Yeah, totally looks like she was looking at the stars. She hums thoughtfully while munching away at another peppery handful.]
So we’re seeing if we can find rings? There are easier ways to find out if someone’s available.
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what would you even call this... malicious intent??
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Arrival 1!
The werebear blinks once, and blinks twice and-
Oh right, he should greet back. "Auh...G-Good morning..!"
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Hearing the heavy accent in his voice, though, she switches to her native language. Her words come a bit faster in her excitement. "Do you speak Japanese? I don't think I've seen you around yet. I'm Masaki Kurosaki."
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Oh thank goodness, "Y-Yes! I, the man Gongenzaka, speak Japanese... ...Auuh, I am not from this dorm however. Rather, I typically stay in the Lumiere dorm... ...I, the man Gongenzaka, was merely visiting someone..."
Ah, names though. "Mnh- Noboru Gongenzaka- it is good to meet you," he greets politely, bowing somewhat.
One thing that's definitely clear- Gongenzaka's particular manner of speech is....probably a good century out of date. Impressive, really.
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D
... Whoa. That's kind of incredible to watch. She's gonna be staring quietly before murmuring--]
Amazing...
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Oh, hi! I didn't even see you there.