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daybreakacademy2019-09-02 02:47 pm
taiyounoyou) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-09-02 02:47 pm
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!]
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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That said...
"But you know, if someone was watching me and happened to pick up how to do it..." She shrugs a little with feigned innocence and a smile. "There's nothing I could do about that."
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"So watching you practice might help me with that. And if it goes anywhere else. Well, you could hardly predict that happening." Before all of Maya's baggage, she was kinda like that. Feigned innocence with a smile, the letter and measure of her word and anything beyond that couldn't really be said could it. "I'm Maya."
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"I'm Masaki Kurosaki--but just Masaki is fine." She holds out her hand to Maya in greeting. "It's nice to meet you. Are you here to practice something yourself? Or just looking around for tips?"
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"I'm here to practice my own powers, the ones I'm good at." A candle without any use of her radiance and all that. "I need to study other people using their powers to be able to understand what I'm hearing on missions and stuff."
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"Oh, okay! I don't mind being an observation specimen." It sounds weird when she puts it like that, but she laughs it off--and she's not any less genuine for it. "What do you need me to do?"
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It'd help if Maya knew what she was doing, but that's a lot to ask of her.
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"Alright. If that's all, I'll just keep going." She gives Maya another smile before turning back to the shooting range. It's a little weird having an audience now, even as Masaki tries not to be self conscious about it. She brings the bow up again, drawing it back through the air as another arrow of radiance forms. The sound that Maya hears from her--or rather the two conflicting melodies of radiance and blight--draws up from the center of her, where a soul might reside. It runs through her arm and out to her fingertips, where it finally coalesces into something tangible. Masaki's is still the louder of the two, but there's a split second of harmonization as the arrow is fired and a brief increase in the power of the shot. Then the two melodies tumble into dissonance again.
She fires off a few more volleys before glancing uncertainly back at Maya to see what she's doing.
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"Does the fact that you're using blight have anything to do with why this technique is a secret?" Maya's paying very specific attention to what's going on, that sorta thing would be hard to hear if she were casually listening but- evaluating what she hears it's pretty obvious.
so sorry for the delay, went on hiatus and i'm trying to get back to threads now!
Whatever Masaki expects Maya to get out of this... it's not the question that she's first given. She drops her stance, turning more fully towards Maya with a furrowed brow. Her confusion is clear in both her face and her tone.
"No, our techniques use radiance, not blight. You can't have both. I mean, even if you tried, they would cancel each other out. I think?" That's how she understands it, anyway. Radiance is the anti-thesis of blight, and the opposite is also true. Heck, just a little while ago, she nearly burnt up some poor undead guy, just because she didn't realize he was there.
Suffice to say, she really has no idea what Maya's talking about.
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"You... knew you had blight too, right?" Knowing things people didn't know about themselves was complicated, and it caused problems to just 'tell them' things she could hear. But it was the most confusing thing about what she could hear.