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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!]
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?
no subject
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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[Masaki blinks at that, momentarily confused. And then after that moment, she seems to catch on with a start.] Oh! No, no! It's not like that! It's really, really not like that.
[She looks very briefly a mix of both concern and horror. She doesn't want this train of thought, thanks!!! But at least it's enough to shake her from her fake story. It wasn't any better than the bird story, and she can't possibly let this communication error stand.]
I'm... Okay, I'm just keeping a watch on things. To make sure no one starts causing trouble on campus.
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What's so bad about that? You don't have to hide it. Good people keep an eye on troublemakers, don't they?
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The school doesn't seem to think anything is wrong. They, uh-- [There's a pause as she tries to figure out how to describe the situation without giving her target away.] They put a lot of trust in the students here. But I have reason to this it might be misplaced. In... certain cases.
what would you even call this... malicious intent??
What do you mean? Is there someone scary in that building?
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Maybe? I mean... They're not being scary right now, but they could be? --But you don't have to worry! I'm keeping an eye on them. If they try to hurt anyone, I can be there in no time. And then I'm sure the school will realize they shouldn't be a student here.
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What a relief! I feel lucky to have someone like you around. You must live in this dorm, right?
no subject
I do! I just moved into the first floor. Ah... 104 I think it was? It's at the end of the hall, that's all I really remember.
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Wow, what a coincidence! We're on the same floor, at either end of the hall! I've got the first room, see? We can look out for each other and be good friends!