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daybreakacademy2019-09-02 11:57 am
hattersgonnahat) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-09-02 11:57 am
You waste your time with hate and regret [Open]
Who: Puella with some Kit cameos, and anyone else
When: August 21st-September 1st
Where: Campus
What: Post mission recovery, post mission blues, and apparently, Postmates.
Warnings: It seems almost mandatory that every Puella log contains sad now
A - Thawing Out (Infirmary, Aug 21st)
[Nothing about it was very serious anymore, but it didn't hurt to be cautious at any rate. Ice magic at that caliber was no joke, and the last thing needed was a rebound because no one had been supervising her.]
[Despite it still being summer, Puella was under at least three blankets, had a heat pad going, and somehow was still feeling a bit cold and shivering occasionally. It kept her in bed and easy to check on at least, but it was far from pleasant. And yet somehow it could've been far worse.]
[The most Puella could do was try to sleep it off and wait for her body heat to come back, but she was also open to guests that wanted to try to cheer her up. There was...plenty of that needed too, given everything else that happened.]
[At a later part of day one visitor did make their way to peek into Puella's room for a few minutes. They did not really say anything though. Did they actually go to this school? Were they even human for that matter? They looked almost like an oversized plush doll than another kid...]
[Of course, they quickly tried to dash off the moment someone else approached anyway.]
B - The Waiting Game (Lum Floor 1, Aug 22nd and onwards)
[Very rarely does Puella try to find Ekkehardt at his room, or even try to go in there for that matter, but she stay right at the door wanting to go in. Alas, it seemed to be lock for the time being. Maybe because it'll help in recover faster, or maybe so his casket won't get vandalized anymore.]
[Regardless of the reason, Puella tried giving the door a tug and no use. Not that she tried very hard at all, but it was obvious it wasn't going to open up any time soon. Or maybe she just didn't actually want to see what was inside. ...So she paced around the door instead. Maybe, just maybe, if she stayed around long enough Ekkehardt would open it on his own and come out. And...]
[...No, it wouldn't be that easy. She saw what happened to him, and it wasn't pretty. How exactly was he supposed to come back from that?]
Ekke..? [She asked too softly for anyone to hear. No reply. She glanced down at the floor with her vision starting to blur.]
[Puella found a sofa available in the common room to curl up on. She...needed a moment. None of this would've happened if she hadn't been so careless.]
C - Delivered in 30 Minutes or Free (Campus, Anytime)
[As the start of the school year got closer, Kit was beginning to make himself a little more known around the academy. Not because he really wanted to, mind you, his English and French was horribly broken so there was barely anyone to communicate with. And there was still...his over all appearance not fitting in to worry about as well. But the trips were quick, faster still because he was nervous about being seen, which worked out well in a way since he always did get everything delivered on time.]
[So whenever he was seen, he was always carrying something. A coffee here, takeout there, way too many energy drinks everywhere - all of which seemed to go into one of two directions: Avery's apartment or his office.]
[Come to think of it, that dark purple cloak and aesthetic kind of matched with Avery's too. ...Weird.]
D - Wildcard
[Surprise me with anything.]
When: August 21st-September 1st
Where: Campus
What: Post mission recovery, post mission blues, and apparently, Postmates.
Warnings: It seems almost mandatory that every Puella log contains sad now
A - Thawing Out (Infirmary, Aug 21st)
[Nothing about it was very serious anymore, but it didn't hurt to be cautious at any rate. Ice magic at that caliber was no joke, and the last thing needed was a rebound because no one had been supervising her.]
[Despite it still being summer, Puella was under at least three blankets, had a heat pad going, and somehow was still feeling a bit cold and shivering occasionally. It kept her in bed and easy to check on at least, but it was far from pleasant. And yet somehow it could've been far worse.]
[The most Puella could do was try to sleep it off and wait for her body heat to come back, but she was also open to guests that wanted to try to cheer her up. There was...plenty of that needed too, given everything else that happened.]
[At a later part of day one visitor did make their way to peek into Puella's room for a few minutes. They did not really say anything though. Did they actually go to this school? Were they even human for that matter? They looked almost like an oversized plush doll than another kid...]
[Of course, they quickly tried to dash off the moment someone else approached anyway.]
B - The Waiting Game (Lum Floor 1, Aug 22nd and onwards)
[Very rarely does Puella try to find Ekkehardt at his room, or even try to go in there for that matter, but she stay right at the door wanting to go in. Alas, it seemed to be lock for the time being. Maybe because it'll help in recover faster
[Regardless of the reason, Puella tried giving the door a tug and no use. Not that she tried very hard at all, but it was obvious it wasn't going to open up any time soon. Or maybe she just didn't actually want to see what was inside. ...So she paced around the door instead. Maybe, just maybe, if she stayed around long enough Ekkehardt would open it on his own and come out. And...]
[...No, it wouldn't be that easy. She saw what happened to him, and it wasn't pretty. How exactly was he supposed to come back from that?]
Ekke..? [She asked too softly for anyone to hear. No reply. She glanced down at the floor with her vision starting to blur.]
[Puella found a sofa available in the common room to curl up on. She...needed a moment. None of this would've happened if she hadn't been so careless.]
C - Delivered in 30 Minutes or Free (Campus, Anytime)
[As the start of the school year got closer, Kit was beginning to make himself a little more known around the academy. Not because he really wanted to, mind you, his English and French was horribly broken so there was barely anyone to communicate with. And there was still...his over all appearance not fitting in to worry about as well. But the trips were quick, faster still because he was nervous about being seen, which worked out well in a way since he always did get everything delivered on time.]
[So whenever he was seen, he was always carrying something. A coffee here, takeout there, way too many energy drinks everywhere - all of which seemed to go into one of two directions: Avery's apartment or his office.]
[Come to think of it, that dark purple cloak and aesthetic kind of matched with Avery's too. ...Weird.]
D - Wildcard
[Surprise me with anything.]
no subject
[That's the trouble with needing to recover. He doesn't miss it.]
I brought some books. I don't what you like so I grabbed a few. And I brought my guitar. I could play it quietly.
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What's that one? [Puella places her hand on one that looked like had stars on the cover. Because of course she would be attracted to that one most.]
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Zoo In The Sky. It's about some of the constellations of earth. The animals that make it up. It's a little young but I thought you might like it anyway.
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[She does kind of wonder how many are in the book. And if by chance, how many more she hadn't known about yet.]
[Puella picked the book up to see the cover better.] It looks like the books I used to have read to me. [By parents, elementary teachers. Not necessarily the subject matter but the art style still felt the same.]
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Would you like me to read it to you, now? I'll try not to mess it up with my accent too much.
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[Besides, it'll give her time to stay warm and cozy and still entertained. At least for a little while.]
Do it! [Hands the book back to him.]
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Ay! Not even a "please"!
[He shakes his head but keeps smiling. He takes up the book.]
Alright, mija, I will.
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[But now, Puella was pleased and satisfied, and chuckled a little bit. She nestled back into her blankets and felt a fair bit warmer again. For the time, she had nothing else to think and worry about, and it was relieving.]