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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!]
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"Yeah, it was. That's what I remember from my younger self anyway. I'm sure everything else is just as good though. I was just craving things from home at the time. They didn't have any chapulines, but they had mangos."
He's trying to move along. Really. He's doing his best. But finally, it slips. He at least keeps his gaze off her. It'll ease off both their embarrassment he hopes.
"You know, it can be rough out here on this side of things. And sometimes just in the world in general. We get a lot of people come out of stuff like that. So, you know, you don't have to tell me, but if I can help or avoid hurting you at all, I want to. If that's true for you, just let me know what I need to be more careful with. Okay?"
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"It's okay. You don't have to be careful about anything around me--I'm fine." If he looks back at her, she'll give him the brightest smile she can muster. It's more than she really wants to give in that moment, but he shouldn't have to be burdened with her sadness.
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He shakes his head. "Like I said. You don't have to tell me. But I am going to be careful. I don't know what specifically to watch for, but I can't not try. I mean, I don't know you but I'm sure you'd do the same. You don't want to hurt people either."
Something she's proven by dropping her own practice. By how quick she put her magic away.
"Just consider it. It took me a while to come around to people here too. But they're good people."
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"It's not anything like that. You've been really kind--I know you're not a bad person. This just... isn't something you can help or avoid, and I don't want to burden you with it." Her smile is still there, faint but frozen in place, like she doesn't know how to fully drop it anymore. She gives a small helpless shrug.
"I'll be okay. I promise. It'll pass."
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"Another's heart is the lightest thing in the world, Masaki. No matter what's in it. You can't burden someone with that when they offer to bear it." This smile he does return. "I hope, whatever it is, it gets easier for you."
For now, they had a kitchen to raid.
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So she looks away to hide those tears, blinking fast as if she might be able to dispel them. "You're very kind,"she tells him again. She doesn't tell him that it'll get better. She can't lie like that.
"But I think I've put enough of a damper on this conversation. And besides-- A snack would go a long way towards helping me feel better. Food is nature's best medicine." That's... Probably not true, but don't tell her that.
"To the kitchens?"
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And she makes him laugh.
"I am one hundred percent certain that that isn't true," He says, laughing anyway. Too late, he's already told her. "...But I can see where it would help."
He points his cane up and outwards. "To the kitchens!"