Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP
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				Title: <strong>Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 21:27:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">~Gekkoukan High School~</div><br>The school bell chimed to signal the end of the classes, and students quickly piled out of the rooms eager to go to their clubs. It was a Wednesday, almost halfway through the six day long school week for many Japanese students. Students would have Sunday off to relax, but then Monday would ensue with more school. Due to their location, Gekkoukan High had the longer school week, and also started its school term in April, having three trimesters then a month long summer break. Many of the schools in Japan were rigorous in their criteria, and Gekkoukan was one of them. <br><br>It was the beginning of a new school year, many students still moving into their dormitories and getting settled into their new environments. There were also many new dormitories opening up for students as a new program with the school. Due to recent economical shifting, the school had purchased a few buildings relatively close to the school and were finishing up the renovations so that students could move into the more secluded and private dormitories, most of which had a primary focus of theme so that students with similar interests could be matched up together in their living space. These buildings were segregated and co-ed, depending on the theme.<br><br>Outside of the normal class day, there were differed clubs and activities available for each day of the week, and many students were members of multiple organizations and distributed their time between the clubs evenly, or to the best of their ability. The rewards of being involved with multiple clubs would really benefit the students, but could also be a bit overwhelming.<br><br>Sports clubs were open Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. These included such things as soccer, kendo, basketball, boxing, and other athletic sports.<br><br>Artistic clubs were open Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Such clubs included were the sewing, jazz, dance, music, painting, and other intuitive clubs.<br><br>On Saturday, special clubs would meet that were seasonal. These clubs were primarily aimed at doing one activity with a group, such as hiking, and provided a way for students to hone their skills.<br><br>Academics were the primary focus though of many Gekkoukan High students, for the school was known for its good students. Located in a big city, it provided an effective environment for the students to blossom and grow into level headed adults.<br><br><div align="center">________________________</div><br>Adjusting the hem of her skirt, Kasaro Kari slowly rose from her seat in her classroom and tugged the black fabric down so that her thighs were more properly covered. She tended to wear her skirt longer, almost to her knees, in the proper yankee/bōsōzoku fashion. Wearing black leg warmers, they blended in with her black sneakers and she quickly slung her bag over her shoulder. Wearing the black uniform top to her outfit, Kari adjusted the red tie a bit so it was loosened. She would have to change for Kendo practice anyway, so there was no need to keep her formal look going. Her short black hair was swiftly tucked behind one of her ears, filled with piercings, and quickly made her way down toward the outdoor gym. <br><br>The wind made her hair flick around in different directions as she swiftly walked past students, not caring to notice them or be noticed. It was already warm outside even though it was just April, causing many windows to be opened for relief in the humid climate that Japan had. Kari was especially good at making herself scarce, unnoticeable in a crowd. Her strong blue eyes often drew stares, but she didn’t care. She looked different than most Japanese because she wasn’t a pure blood, but at Gekkoukan, foreigners were accepted. Keeping her eyes down would often prevent attention from being drawn to her, or simply wearing a pair of thick sunglasses.<br><br>Once inside the locker room for the kendo team, Kari immediately put her things in a locker and quickly began to undress, pulling on the traditional attire for practice. Her movements were routine, programmed into her mind and body like clockwork. She’d been doing this for two years now, and it was second nature to her. Pulling on her socks and grabbing her shinai and quickly went to the practice room.<br><br><em>I can’t wait to kick some ass.</em> Kari thought quietly to herself as she walked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 21:37:13</strong>
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				Wednesday meant that their was no music club today for Shine. That suited him just fine. He sat in his seat as he saw all the other students slowly rise up and leave. He was always one of the first students to arrive in class, and one of the last to leave.&nbsp; The halls were less crowded if he waited a bit, and he preferred it that way.<br><br>As he rose up from his seat and gathered his things, he would tuck a bit of loose, bright red hair behind his ear. He wore it in a pony tail, but a handful of strands always managed to get loose by the end of the day. <br><br>"Have a good day." He would say to his teacher as he left. He wandered through the hallways, taking a somewhat "scenic" route to the main entrance, planning to head back to his dorm room for a time, or perhaps, he would head into the city, and wander a bit.&nbsp; He moves at his own casual pace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 21:52:43</strong>
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				Aryn was making his way to the room where the Kendo club was supposed to be. <em>"Is it really called a club, or is it more of a team? Maybe my paper just has a typo, it was probably put together by some teacher's aid or something. I hope at least that the room numbers are all right..." </em>He thought to himself as he consulted his room listings. He was still trying to learn the lay of the place, having just transferred to the school at the beginning of the week. Fortunately though, public places and schools in particular were built with an organization to their numbering system, and Aryn wasn't having any particular difficulty keeping track of where places were as long as he kept his room lists on him.<br><br>When he arrived, he couldn't help but notice that the room was still a bit on the empty side. He went over to where the bokun were and picked one up, testing it a bit before setting it back down. <em>"I wonder if it would be too weird if I started practicing early? I guess I'll just wait since it's the first day and I don't know how frustrating the coach or whatever will be."</em> He set the bokun back down and found a corner to wait in until whoever was in charge of this activity showed up. Putting in his earbuds, he awaited the teams proper assembly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 22:01:06</strong>
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				Entering the room where the kendo club was to meet, Kari noticed a student sitting in the room still wearing their uniform, listening to music from an MP3 player. A sadistic smirk crept across her face from underneath the mask. No matter how hard she tried to put her aggressive past behind her, it always managed to pop out eventually. Deciding to test the waters, she walked over to the newcomer and tapped his shoe with her sock-covered toe, removing her mask so her face was revealed. Giving her hair a shake so it was loose and free, her bangs covered her face as her lively eyes narrowed upon the boy sitting before her.<br><br>“I don’t recognize you. Are you new to Gekkoukan?” Her eyes then flicked him over, as if attempting to read him. He looked like a freshman to the school, for there were three years of high school and she was in the top grade at Gekkoukan. “You a first year?” She asked bluntly. Normally she was softer and gentler, but she really needed a fix for her aggression and was clearly itching for a duel. Lowering her shinai, she slowly poked the boy’s bag that was beside him as she watched him. “If you’d like to join, you’ll have to speak to the captain of the team. And you’ll need a uniform. We have some extra’s in the locker room.” Then crossing her arms, Kari’s blue eyes flicked up at the team captain as he entered, bowing her head in respect. She always respected a hierarchy; it came from her time in the bike gang. “There’s your man now newby, go talk to him about joining.” She said slowly before putting her mask back on, going to a corner to start her warm up exercises.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 22:23:26</strong>
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				Vergil Smith sighed, having sat in the back of every class so far today, trying to stay out of everyone's way.&nbsp; Brushing a few black hairs out of his brown eyes, he gathered his books and went to the gym without a word to anyone.&nbsp; He passed by a girl with blue eyes and some boy she was talking to, but he didn't pay any mind to them, lost in his own world like always.&nbsp; Better to lock everyone out and avoid the pain than to risk more hurt.&nbsp; Vergil didn't get close to anyone, not since his grandfather had been murdered right in front of him.&nbsp; The locker room was busy with others getting dressed for gym, but Vergil took his time, going through the motions like a puppet on a string.&nbsp; The bell about rung for the class to start by the time he was ready.&nbsp; Finding a spot relatively isolated from the others around him, Vergil sat and waited for it to be over, wanting to go home and sulk, like usual.&nbsp; On the other hand, a small part of him wanted to be here, the part that remembered how he was.<br><br>((PS 3, short post.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 22:37:38</strong>
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				Aryn gave her a bit of a wan smile. <em>That's one way to introduce yourself, i guess.</em><br><br>He composed himself quickly, however. "Yes, I am new here. My name is Aryn Hizurugi. A <em>pleasure</em> to make your acquaintance." He bowed, emphasising pleasure as if to chastise her for her bad manners, but then he broke into a full grin.<br><br>"I'm actually a junior, just transferred. If that's who I need to talk to, I'll see you again in a few minutes." He walked past her with confidently towards the presumed captain. He got straight to the point, and was out the door and back again pretty fast, suited up and ready to go. He re-approached her straight away.<br><br>"So, where were we? I don't believe I caught your name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 23:00:52</strong>
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				Bowing her head slightly to Aryn, Kari smirked a bit to herself as she saw him call her upon her manners. She was only half Japanese, but she was still aware of the culture. “A pleasure.” She said quietly as he introduced himself then walked off to talk to the coach. Once she was in her own corner to practice, Kari’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she wielded her sword. This was something she really loved to do, kendo, and would totally get lost in the moment. <br><br>When she saw the new transfer, Aryn, reproach her after speaking to the coach. She always was fond of those who had some attitude, like herself, and she figured they would get along rather nicely after things settled. Slowly pulling her mask off, she stared at him softly, her eyes now calmed now that she’d gotten some of her pent up frustration out, calming down to the movements of her dance. “No, you didn’t catch it.” Slowly putting her hand to her chest, she smiled bowing her head. It was apparent that she was only partially Japanese from her complexion, which was rather nice when she wasn’t so pent up. <br><br>“Kari Kasaro, Third Year here at Gekkoukan. So you are young for your grade? Or just really smart?” She asked with a bit of a smile. Kari was being friendly now, leaning on her shinai for support as she felt her leg act up a bit from an old injury in the motorcycle accident she was involved in years prior. Her blue eyes flicked to another that was in the room, for the students partaking in the club were slowly piling in, and she noticed how he just sat against the wall. He always seemed to do that, but Kari had never gone and figured out why. Figured she should leave him be if he wanted to wallow in his own emotions. Turning her attention back to Aryn, she waited for his response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 23:29:26</strong>
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				"Just young. Although I haven't given up on the idea of skipping to graduation this year." He was smiling, and his tone was light. He sort of looked at her half sideways when he continued. "A bit of a turnabout, but perhaps merely a circumstantial alteration. We'll see. Where do you place yourself in the talent tree of this team, would you say? Last year I came in second place during our final competitions."<br><br>He spoke rather matter of factly of it as he was picking out a bokun. Not to brag, but mearly for her own information. "I suppose I'm really saying you looked like you wanted a match earlier. Still in the mood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 23:45:48</strong>
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				“Hmm. . .” Kari said as she thought about Aryn and him possibly skipping to graduation. Perhaps he was really smart to be able to do that. Many were taking the entrance exams for college and it was heard of for underclassman to take them. Then as she thought about the “talent tree” as it was so eloquently put, she wasn’t exactly sure, so she tried the best she could to summarize it up. “Well I do it for fun primarily, and have done a few competitions. I would say that I’m in the top couple of members, but I’m not as serious about the sport as the others, so I don’t really count myself as a hard core member. And congratulations on your tournament, I’m sure you’re very skilled.<br><br>Glancing at Aryn as he picked up a boken, she instinctively lifted her own up and rested it against her shoulder as she thought for a few moments. “A friendly spar would be appropriate.” She said with a gentle smile as she gently tapped her fingers over her mask. Kari wouldn’t mind a sparring match, even though her need for a fight was wavering. It never hurt to hone your skills.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 00:18:36</strong>
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				He smiled, clearly happy that she was willing to have a match with him. As he turned to face her and pulled down his mask, for just a moment his expression going blank was visible. He took up his bokun in the rather basic stance typified by this sort of weapon (held forward at about a 45 degree angle) and waited. <br><br>"Whenever you're ready, Kasaro-senpai."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 00:27:40</strong>
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				Smiling a bit to him, Kari nodded her head and pulled her mask down as she took up her place. Holding up her bamboo sword, she narrowed her eyes upon Aryn and gently took her stance. “Alright, Hizurugi-san. Let’s begin.” Kari moved forward with a basic set of moves. This was just a practice sparring after all, so she just wanted to test his skills in kendo. Kari moved fast enough to be taken seriously, but slow enough so that Aryn knew she was scoping him out. The captain of the team slowly walked around the room watching everyone practice, nodding in approval as he watched the matches. Kari continued to move forward and back, exchanging friendly blows with Aryn as they worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 00:30:45</strong>
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				Vergil sighed and pulled his mask down before entering an empty space just vacated by another student.&nbsp; Picking up the discarded kendo sword, which strangely enough felt familiar in the young man's hands, the other student before him raised his own weapon at the same time Vergil did.&nbsp; Planting a foot behind him and the other before him in the traditional stance, Vergil waited for the first attack to fall before moving to block the attack, turning the blade horizontally before him before turning the blade aside and turning in fast, getting past the defense the other student tried to put into place only to get whacked across his right side.&nbsp; "Whoa...did I just do that?"&nbsp; Vergil said to himself more than anyone, his brown eyes opening up in mild shock at how easy that had been.<br><br>"Lucky shot."&nbsp; The guy said behind his mask, both of them taking a stance again before going at it.&nbsp; Blocking two strikes and a deft thrust to his midriff, Vergil brought the wooden sword up and down across the mask, making the student see stars despite the protective gear he was wearing.<br><br>"I'm sorry.&nbsp; You ok?"&nbsp; Vergil asked, surprised he'd been able to slip in so quickly without much effort.&nbsp; Maybe it was a hidden talent of his, like his violin playing?&nbsp; The student didn't say a word, mad at being bested so easily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 00:35:18</strong>
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				Around this time, the petite (and slightly infamous) figure of Sakurazuka Kaori walked into the dojo, ever-present umbrella resting on her shoulder. To the 2nd and 3rd years she was a little famous for being the victim of some bullying incidents last year, due to her showing up the entire student body by effectively ace-ing every exam she could conceivably take. <br><br>As of the start of the year she'd taken up the practice of observing the Kendo team's practices and matches from the sidelines, never talking to anyone. It was obvious that she was interested in the club, but she never expressed any interest in actually joining. With her headphones on she sat down to watch the sparring, staring intently without so much as an acknowledgement to the 3rd years in the room. It was rude, but at this point all of the older students had gotten used to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 00:36:32</strong>
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				Aryn seemed to get the picture, as he didn't try to escalate the match beyond the pace she set at first. Seemingly content to not speed up at all, he did however make certain to break up traditional move sets, mostly with the intent to keep her guessing a little. <br><br>After a few moments, he picked up the speed just a little bit, to see what she might do under some more pressure. He still made sure to keep things within the boundries of friendliness though. His moves didn't stray toooo far from the techniques taught, although it might not be too hard to discern that he was forcing himself to fight in a way that wasn't extremely familiar to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 00:48:34</strong>
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				Kari quickened her pace as Aryn did, smiling a bit as she started to take him more seriously and quickly moved about the floor of the room. Noticing the girl who tended to observe their meetings, a girl named Kaori, Kari quickly averted her attention and continued the duel. She remembered how delightful it had been to run into some of the girl's bullies downtown, and beat them up just for the hell of it, or so they thought. Kari didn't like how people would pick on those who didn't deserve it, the pecking order hierarchy burned into her from her days as a yankee.<br><br>Shifting her weight on her foot, Kari suddenly spun around and pulled out a move of her own as she continued to duel with Aryn. It was definitely fun to have someone who could spar with her, but this wasn't the same as beating people up. This new transfer student could prove to be interesting for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 01:54:06</strong>
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				Backing up with a short jump, Vergil dodged a downward strike before stepping on the end of the 'blade' with his shoe and bringing his own weapon up against his opponent's neck.&nbsp; "Good match."&nbsp; The female student said, impressed as much as the black haired youth was.<br><br>"No problem."&nbsp; Vergil replied, showing the person he used to be behind his zombie like appearance for a brief moment before slamming it back into place.&nbsp; Bowing in respect to each other, Vergil turned his gaze to the match going on a few yards off between two students he believed were a year ahead of him.&nbsp; Despite his age, Vergil was a freshman, having taken a year off after getting out of grade school.&nbsp; He had needed the time to adjust to the medication, as his mother was so fond of saying.&nbsp; In truth, Vergil had considered jumping off of a bridge until someone came up and put a hand to his shoulder, shaking their head, as if knowing what he had in mind.&nbsp; Going home that day, Vergil had told her what he had planned and she merely hugged him and kept him home to be sure he didn't do anything like that again.&nbsp; A year came and went and Vergil was back to 'normal', if being a brown eyed zombie was normal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 01:55:18</strong>
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				He saw a few people on his way out of school, and he greeted them; he knew them, kind of. Acquaintances... vaguely. Shine didn't really keep friends, in the truest sense of the word. He has his reasons, of course, but whatever those are are kept to himself.<br><br>As he walked down the side walk, he couldn't help but reflect on just how damn hot it was out.&nbsp; Oh well. Better than the cold, he decided, as he walked away from the school.<br><br>Their was an old shrine, quite far from the school, but he walked to it every few days. The state it was in was deplorable, and he was quite sure that for some reason, perhaps a gross oversight on someones part, that nobody was taking care of the grounds any more. So he had taken it upon himself to do that.<br><br>He was a Zen Buddhist. Their was not a big emphasis on worshiping the gods, goddesses, and spirits and such, but basic respect for the location could definitely be given. In some ways it helped him, too. It kept him busy, and kept his mind off things he'd rather not think about. Their was just something oddly relaxing about it all.<br><br>&nbsp;The temple stayed quiet year round, even though it was in the city. It was tranquil, still, quiet. It soothed him.<br><br>...except for the weeds. Their were always weeds to be removed... and walkways to be swept, and statues to clean, amongst other things. He knew his way around the grounds quite well, having been doing this for the past year, and he set about the task while quietly going over some sutras in his head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 04:16:24</strong>
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				Kanashii Katashiro stood as soon as the bell rang, her movements graceful and fluid, as if they had been programmed into her at birth.<br>"Wednesday.... Sports Club meets on Wednesday. I don't like sports... I won't join their games." From afar, it could easily be assumed that Kanashii was simply thinking aloud, or perhaps reciting something from memory. But if one should take a closer look, they would find that she actually was speaking in hushed tones to a small porcelain doll tucked underneath her left arm. <br>After brushing a lock of ebony hair away from tickling her cheek, Kanashii sighed, what else was there to do on a Wednesday aside from homework? She could wander... Sometimes wandering helped her clear her mind of thoughts she'd prefer not to dwell on, other times it simply made her feel worse.<br>But today felt like a good day, if any, to wander.<br>Kanashii then slung her bag over her shoulder and made her way towards the exit of the classroom, nodding a polite thought slightly curt farewell to her Sensei and stepping out into the hallway.<br>That of course was when choices came into play.<br>Kanashii was bad with choices.<br>"Where to wander..." she murmured, clutching the small doll beneath her arm closer to her, in a half hug.<br>Kanashii was a second year transfer student, and obviously didn't know the area well enough to go anywhere on purpose. If she had a specific direction, she'd ask for help, but today, today was not for destinations. Today was for journeys.<br><em>West.</em><br>Kanashii nodded to herself, agreeing in silence with what she'd felt was internal instincts, that oddly came in the voice of a small childrens doll.<br>And so, with no due hesitation, Kanashii began wandering west, taking twists and turns as she felt necessary, drinking in the scenery of the campus, growing accustomed to it bit by bit.<br>Somehow along the way, she found herself outside the Kendo Practice Rooms.<br>Keno was a sports club, she reminded herself. Sport.... with all it's violence and brutality. <br>But perhaps she could allow herself to be a spectator for this sport? Watching and not participating? <br>With a menial shrug, Kanashii moved forward and into the practice rooms, her eyes dancing across the space, looking for a good place to sit and become invisible for a while.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 05:59:01</strong>
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				Aryn was completely immersed in the battle. This was where he could find his peace, in a moment that required complete control and focus. <em>I wonder, can I beat her? Perhaps the best way to do it, knowing what I know about her would be...</em><br><br>He raised his bokun high over his head in both hands for what would normally be a powerful overhead strike, but instead of coming down with great force he let it fall however gravity might take it, lightly bouncing off her her guard. At the same time he stepped forward, reaching with his left hand for her sword's handle. (If he grabs hold of it, he tries to hold her sword in place while he swings around and lightly touches her torso with his weapon. If not, he backpedals and puts his guard back up x3 )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 06:08:21</strong>
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				As usual, 'Ru had excused herself from class long before the closing bell.&nbsp; There was a loading dock connected to the back of the cafeteria where many of the more unsavory students tended to hang out to smoke, cut class, or make-out.&nbsp; Today, that area is filled with the soft echoing twang of an acoustic guitar and a distant, almost hollow female voice providing a haunting accompaniment:<br><br><em>We passed upon the stair,<br>And spoke of was and when<br>Although I wasn't there,<br>He said he was my friend<br>Which came as a surprise,<br>I spoke into his eyes:<br>"You must have died alone,<br>a long, long time ago."<br><br>Who knows?&nbsp; Not me,<br>I never lost control<br>You're face-to-face,<br>With the man who sold the world...</em><br><br>There's a brief pause in the music as 'Ru takes a drag off her cigarette.&nbsp; The intermission is extended when a hand situates itself on her shoulder, first making her tense and bristle, and then deflate with a sigh made visible in a massive puff of exhaled smoke the trails off in wisps pouring out the corners of her mouth.&nbsp; The teen musician draws the cigarette from her lips and ashes it over the side of the loading dock she's seated at, legs dangling over the parking lot below, and glances aside with a put-upon tone, "Yeah?"<br><br>"You weren't in Literature class, Mimi-chan.&nbsp; You <em>like</em> Literature, right?&nbsp; C'mon..."<br><br>Mimiru sucks down another lungful of smoke and tilts her head straight back to look upside-down at her childhood friend, Tomoe, exhaling it in twin streams out her nostrils like a cartoon bull this time with a devil-may-care grin.&nbsp; "I remember you specifically said, 'come to homeroom so you don't get counted absent for the day, at least' and that was all!"<br><br>Tomoe scowls, knitting her brow in concern.&nbsp; "'At least' generally comes with an implicit request to do more than what's specified, you know."<br><br>"What can I say?" Mimiru grins wolfishly around the cigarette, hefting both shoulders in a helpless shrug.&nbsp; "You can only leave your audience waiting for so long, you know?"<br><br>There's a brief pause as Tomoe glances over the assembled rabble at the loading dock; most of them looked like they were either on something and too gone to care, were too gone to care <em>without</em> being on something (emokids!), or were too into one another to notice the music had even stopped.&nbsp; There certainly weren't any sounds of agreement or support from their quarter.&nbsp; Tomoe slowly raised an eyebrow, shaking her head.&nbsp; "Mimi-chan, I don't think anyone's paying attention..."<br><br>"Eh?"&nbsp; Mimiru turned her gaze on her 'audience', quirking a pierced eyebrow.&nbsp; Though it was a bit late at this point to claim ignorance of their sad state, she nonetheless put forth a token effort in feigning upset at their condition.&nbsp; "Fucking hell, you bunch of ingrates!&nbsp; You're a bunch of uncultured goat-fucking potato-jockeys!&nbsp; I'd say you wouldn't know music from the inside of your fucking asses, but you've got your head crammed so deep up there you can probably memorize it pretty damn good!&nbsp; Che!&nbsp; David Bowie must be spinning in his god-damned grave..."<br><br>"Umm, Mimi-chan...&nbsp; I think David Bowie is alive.&nbsp; Michael Jackson is the one who died."<br><br>The punk rock grrl pauses for a moment, holding her cigarette off to one side limp-wristed like a French debutante with a sour scowl and a slightly inclined eyebrow for all of five or six seconds, then breaks out in a huge shit-eating grin.&nbsp; Almost immediately she stands up, shouldering her guitar and looping her arm around her friend's shoulders.&nbsp; "Fuckit.&nbsp; Let's ditch this shit-hole.&nbsp; You don't have any gay-ass clubs you have to go to today, right?&nbsp; Let's do something!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 06:53:11</strong>
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				As the weapon came down upon her head, Kari readied herself for the smack and was taken by surprise at the gentleness of it. Then realizing that he had grabbed the handle of her sword, she gripped it even tighter and bit her lip in frustration. <em>Damn, that was REALLY good.</em> she thought to herself as her thoughts raced. It'd been so long since she'd been in a real fight that she was incredibly rusty, and told herself that she would need to go warm herself up if these sparring matches were going to continue. <br><br>Then as he swung his bokun around and tapped her side with it, she bowed her head to him and slowly stepped back, showing that she submitted to him in the duel. "You're rather good. I can see how you got so far in the tournament last year. Those are some impressive moves." Kari said as she slowly removed her helmet, glancing around a bit as she shook her hair, enjoying the coolness of the air on her face. Taking in a deep breath, she patted Aryn's shoulder hard, but not too hard, more of the fellow sports player way to show that he had her approval. "I think that we will have to train together. I would really like to learn more from you." Regardless of him being younger, Aryn had showed up Kari up and she was obligated to be polite, but she also wanted to learn.<br><br>((OOC: Moved him and such to move it along since you said what would occur.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 07:20:33</strong>
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				((OOC: That's exactly what I intended. :) Thought it might help speed things along~ ))<br><br>"I would be honored to have more matches with you in the future." Aryn smiled as he removed his mask. There was a gentleness to it, as though the match had calmed his nerves. "It was a good workout."<br><br>Releasing a small sigh, he somewhat reluctantly allowed himself to be separated away from Kari as practice continued. <em>"It actually seems like I'm befriending someone. Figures it would take someone provoking me into challenging them to a match like this to do it. Whatever works, I guess..."</em> He continued thinking about that as practice went on, although he also didn't pull any tricky moves like his finale from the first matchup.<br><br><br>Once practice was finally reaching it's end, he removed himself from the group a few minutes early, heading back into the locker rooms to change. He didn't head back, instead leaving the school altogether and started heading towards the local public library, consulting one of his many maps of the area. When he arrived he dedicated himself to some studies related to his classes from earlier in the day, with every intention of staying there until they closed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 08:37:52</strong>
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				Vergil finished up his last fight by getting behind his opponent when the guy foolishly rushed in with everything he had, and the black haired teen twisted and put his sword into his foe's chest with a horizontal swing, getting him under his armpits with ease.&nbsp; What was going on here?&nbsp; He'd never fought a day in his life, and he was beating the hell out of these guys without even trying!&nbsp; It...felt good...strangely enough.&nbsp; Bowing in respect again before finally taking his mask off, Vergil wiped his forehead off before going to change into his uniform again, having talked to the coach to join the club, something he would have never considered doing before.&nbsp; Today was just full of surprises.&nbsp; Feeling a bit better, a little lighter, Vergil walked home with a little more confidence and well, life than he had felt in a very long time.&nbsp; He wasn't anywhere near back to normal, but every little bit helped, as his mother said quite often.&nbsp; It was almost nightfall by the time he showed up at the small apartment his mother had taken over as a favor to a friend who's grandma was dying of old age in a nearby hospital.&nbsp; It paid the bills, and kept a roof over their heads without having to draw from the family fortune usually.&nbsp; Finding his mother in her room, sewing up a pair of blue jean pants, a soft yet sad smile on her face, Vergil took off his shoes before entering their living quarters, as was the tradition in these parts.&nbsp; His mother looked up and smiled a bit wider as she sensed the change, small as it was, in him.&nbsp; "You look like you had a good day...my son."&nbsp; The only woman he could afford to open up to now was frail looking to those that first saw her.&nbsp; Short chestnut brown hair, sad yet deep brown eyes, many wrinkles marring her otherwise beautifully fair face, and yet she was the strongest person he knew.<br><br>"Yes mother...I...may have found something to make me a bit...more whole I guess you could say.&nbsp; Kendo...if you can believe that."&nbsp; Vergil said, slowly walking over to her to hug her close, which she accepted gladly with one of her own.&nbsp; When it was over, they had a little small talk before Vergil went to his room to study and to get the homework out of the way.&nbsp; He was nothing if not studious when it came to school.&nbsp; Havning a non existent social life helped.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 08:45:06</strong>
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				Smiling warmly to Aryn, Kari excused herself from the club and went into the locker rooms to change. She slowly began to remove her practice clothes and stood there naked for a few moments before grabbing a towel. Walking into the showers of the female locker room, Kari started the water and waited for it to get warm before walking underneath it. Simply standing there she let the water fall down her face and eventually scrubbed the sweat from her body. There was something Kari really enjoyed, and that was warm showers. . . But more importantly. . . Being clean.<br><br>Showing off "war bruises" was one thing, but being covered in grime was not appealing to her. Once she was done cleaning up her body from practice, Kari turned the water off and stepped out of the shower room. Glancing up at her towel, she grabbed it and began to dry herself off, her hair suddenly all over the place as she dried it. Smirking a bit as she felt it bounce, she went to her locker and picked out the fresh set of clothes that she had brought. Pulling on her underwear, she slowly finished drying what she could of her hair and stood there before her locker as she reached for the phone. <br><br>Staring at her phone, she picked it up and stared at it for a few moments before opening it. As she gazed upon the picture on the back, she couldn't help but smile as she was reminded of the days past when she was with her yankee gang. However something caught her attention, and she quickly put the phone away and went back to sorting through her clothes. "What to wear?. . ." she said slowly to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 08:55:14</strong>
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				Kanashii let out a wistful sigh.<br>She had long since fluttered away from the kendo practice room, the words carried on the imaginary wind of a dolls dream led her elsewhere.<br>Somehow she managed to find herself in the womens locker room.<br>"Smells like teen spirit" She giggled at her own joke and stepped inside, looking around as if she were searching for something, but not entirely sure yet what that something was.<br>With a shrug she took a seat on one of the benches and began to read some of the various posters on the wall related to drug and alcohol abuse. <br>Occasionally she'd mumble one of the phrases aloud and laugh, finding it entertaining for some reason or another.<br>"Haha! The things they come up with! Sllly, so silly. Aaah."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 09:40:17</strong>
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				Hearing the loud exclamation of what was said about the posters, Kari turned around and glanced at the girl from before, Kanashii, and blinked a few times. She wasn't in any academic clubs, at least to her knowledge. slowly pulling a bra on over her exposed chest, Kari leaned over and glanced at the withdrawn girl before looking at a poster. "Yeah, they are silly." Watching Kanashii once more, Kari turned around and stared at her closet once more. <br><br>Sighing frustrated, she gave up on wanting to figure out what to wear and decided to wear what she had earlier. "Outfits can be so complicated sometimes. . ." she said slowly before pulling her shoes on. slowly picking up a tank top and pulling it over her head. Kari disliked these days where she didn't know what to wear, or was indecisive enough she couldn't pick. Pulling on her school uniform top once more, she dusted it off and slowly buttoned it up her torso as she glanced back at Kanashii curiously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 09:53:27</strong>
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				"Uh huh" Kanashii nodded exuberantly at the girl, Kari's commentary about clothing.<br>"Yes, I hear you. Sometime the dolls haven't the faintest idea what they want to wear. I swear I've been nearly late to class a good dozen times at my previous school on account of their finicky personalities. It's just ridiculous." Kanashii nodded once more as if agreeing with herself wholeheartedly, oddly, with her back still to Kari, and her eyes still on the posters.<br>"So many outfits so little time... oh! Drat~ Tsukiko wanted me to pick her out a new outfit today." Kanashii stood then and slipped her bag off of her shoulder, before unzipping it and ruffling through its contents, pulling out a small dress the size of a womans hand.<br>She then delicately, like a mother would to a child, undressed and redressed the doll she held under her arm.<br>"There we go." She nodded with approval, tossing the previous garment into the bag and zipping it back up before glancing over at Kari.<br>"Oh, that top is very cute. I have one just like it! That's a coincidence!" She exclaimed as she noted the school uniform.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 10:02:02</strong>
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				Seeing the tiny doll definitely peeked Kari's curiosity, for she hadn't seen a girl her age carrying something like that around before. It was definitely interesting that she was so obsessed with the tiny thing, but Kari couldn't help but feel her curiosity exploding. What could be so fascinating about something so tiny? Blinking slowly to the comment about their school uniforms, she nodded her head a few times before tugging her tie straight. <br><br>"Yeah, well we do attend the same school silly girl." She said playfully as she smiled, pulling out her red jacket that she wore during her yankee days. It came down past her hips, the crimson color suiting her strangely, the gold embroidery on the back showing which gang she had been a member of. Shutting her locker, she slung her bag over her shoulder and began to strut out of the locker room. "Have fun playing dress up~" Kari called out as she stepped out the door, and waved as she vanished out the door, heading toward the shopping center.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 10:15:08</strong>
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				Kanashii simply nodded at the girl and watched her leave, her kind smile never leaving her face.<br>When she was gone, she looked down at the doll in her hands, running her fingers over the body, the face, tugging at the dress in some places to smooth it out,&nbsp; before finally tucking it back under her arm and rising.<br>"Next stop... home."<br>She said home, but in her mind she thought her dormitory. <br>She hadn't had a real home for years, not since her father died. After that it was nothing more than foster home after foster home.<br>It was both a shock and a relief that she'd landed here. At least she was guaranteed not to be tossed around for a little while.<br><br>With a blank expression on her face, she wandered the school grounds a while, searching for the right building and audibly scolding Tsukiko for her horrible direction sense.<br>."Dormitory.... where are you?" She called out, in a tone that implied the thought of attempting to get a small animal to return home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 19:22:01</strong>
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				<em>"I can't believe this library has such uncomfortable chairs."</em> Aryn internally complained to himself. He was bored with the history he was reading as it seemed like every piece of information this book was presenting he had learned already, but was forcing himself to read it anyways just in case. The hardwood chairs in this library were a lot less comfortable than the ones back where he used to live, and he wasn't sure about the atmosphere either. The library wasn't extremely well lit for one, making it a bit of a challenge to pick out and subsequently read anything at all. For two, there was only one librarian it seemed, a creepy old lady who spent half of her time burning incense and warding the library against evil spirits or something. Aryn just shook his head. <em>"Screw this, I'll download the book and read it on my laptop."</em><br><br>Aryn put his book away and started heading for the dorms. Feeling a little like he had been wasting time, he walked a slightly faster pace than he usually set himself. It was double frustrating since the dorms were basically on the other side of the school from this library. <br><br>As he was crossing the school grounds, he thought he had heard something, like someone was looking for something. He stopped for a moment, trying to determine the direction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:43:51</strong>
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				Miki had left class in something of a daze. The first day at a new school was always so tricky, and this place was so big! She had practically no idea where she was going and she thought herself lucky to have even found her class this morning. Good thing for kindly vendor ladies! The first-year felt horribly flustered as she wandered downstairs to her shoe locker. At least the dorms were on campus so she wouldn't have to get a ride or anything. She had considered going to some of the clubs but the ones they had today didn't really appeal to her. Well, except for swimming. She had always liked swimming in the pool at home but there was no way she swimming here where anyone could see her in a swimsuit! She blushed at the very thought of it and made a note to visit the music club tomorrow instead.<br><br>"Now let's see. The library should be...huh?" She looked around helplessly at the tree-lined part of the grounds she was on, then opened her laptop to pull up a digital map of the school. "Wait. How did I get all the way over <em>here?"</em> It was then that she heard someone calling for a dormitory. "Well at least I'm not the only lost one here." She'd make her way over towards the voice.<br><br>"Hello miss? Are you lost too?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:52:48</strong>
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				Having to leave the house to get his library card renewed and to get a couple books anyway for a reading assignment, Vergil got out of his simple desk and headed out the door, telling his mother where he was heading as he got his shoes on again.&nbsp; She nodded and continued sewing, hoping things might turn out for the better with the start of a new school year.&nbsp; A few minutes and a few dollars shorter from taking the bus back to the school, Vergil entered the library and found he wasn't the only one around.&nbsp; Of course he wasn't, students would be coming in and out of the place at will since it was a school library and all.&nbsp; Smiling to himself a little, the young man sighed and went to the desk to get his card renewed before asking for the necessary books.&nbsp; Finding them was going to be tricky when the librarian told him where they were.&nbsp; Getting a quick thank you out, he wandered over to the rows only to stop when he saw a member of the Kendo club in the same place.&nbsp; Any other day Vergil would have simply walked by and gotten what he needed and then left.&nbsp; Today...was different somehow.&nbsp; Before he could muster up the courage to say anything though, Aryn got up and left, seeming to be heading to the dorms as he watched the Kendo fighter head in that general direction after leaving the library.&nbsp; Vergil just went on his own way instead of following him, hoping that maybe he could get past his social problems before too long.&nbsp; He...needed someone other than his mother to talk to, no offense to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:02:11</strong>
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				With the end of Kendo club's training, Kaori stood up and brushed herself off. Using her black umbrella almost like a cane, she promptly left and made her way outside of the school. Martial arts were always interesting to her, even if she didn't want to learn a new one. She had already spent years learning how to fence, so it would be rather bothersome to try and train her body to get it's (admittedly meager) exercise in another way. <br><br>Unlock the majority of the other students who were all heading out to stores, grab food, and whatnot . . Kaori went straight back to the dorm, promptly ignoring the waves and goodbyes from the few teachers that she passed. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that she was already getting offers to join half the colleges in the country (and some not in it) she probably wouldn't be allowed to so blatently ignore common courtesies and showing respect to the teachers. This was probably the one good thing about being 'booksmart', so to speak.<br><br>She didn't bother to go up to her room and change out of her uniform once she got back. Instead she stayed in the lobby/common room and turned on the tv. Kaori would probably run out to the convenience store for food, or stop into the library later . . but for now it was time to just relax.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:20:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn was pretty sure now that he had heard someone talking about being 'lost'. He started heading towards the sound of voices, and before too long he spotted two girls who he figured were probably the source of the conversation. A first year and a second year. The problem was already likely take care of. The second year student seemed familiar, but he couldn't place her. Had she been at Kendo practice? Maybe she was in his class? He decided to just approach them and play it casual to see if he could find out.<br><br>"Hey, I thought I heard something about someone being lost. You two alright?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:57:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What do you say?&nbsp; There's a new club out by Iwatodai station, I could get us in..."&nbsp; Mimiru promises, throwing an arm haphazardly over her friend's shoulders.<br><br>Tomoe smiled, but shook her head, glancing down at the textbook hugged tightly to her chest.&nbsp; "I've got too much homework, Mimi-chan.&nbsp; You should think about it, too, right?&nbsp; You need to bring up your math grades, or your mom will make you go to summer school..."<br><br>Mimiru rolls her eyes toward the ceiling, her upper lip curling into a half-snarl.&nbsp; "Ugh, don't even remind me of that bitch right now.&nbsp; What right does she have to even come off like she gives a shit?&nbsp; At least I won't have to see her practically at all this semester."&nbsp; Tomoe paused mid-stride on the sidewalk, blinking.&nbsp; Mimiru proceeds a few more paces before stopping as well to glance over her shoulder at her, raising an eyebrow.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; Did I space and forget to tell you?&nbsp; I'm going to be living in the dorms this term."<br><br>"That's great!&nbsp; It should be a lot easier on your mom.&nbsp; Do you want to go make introductions with your new dorm-mates?"<br><br>"As if!" Mimiru shakes her head and faces forward again, hefting her guitar a bit higher on her shoulder as she continues on her way toward the dormitory.&nbsp; "I bet it's either a dorm full of geeks or a halfway house for delinquents.&nbsp; I'm just going to pick up my electric and head out to Blue Crush, I'll catch you later, Tomo."&nbsp; The punk decides to leave it at that, not looking back as she proceeds down the street toward her assigned dormitory.&nbsp; The moment she can see it looming up ahead she takes a cigarette out and pops it in her mouth, cupping her palm over it to shield her lighter from the wind.&nbsp; At the front door she pauses for a tic, staring up at the imposing facade like she's at the gates of a massive Victorian prison.<br><br>"Ugh.&nbsp; They should have delivered my stuff here already.&nbsp; I'll just grab my axe quick and get out..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 01:00:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting his books together, Vergil went got his cell phone out and dialed his mom up, remembering that they were supposed to be at the dorms for school before the week was over.&nbsp; "I'm sorry to bug you mother, but I need some help getting a bag together for my dorm.&nbsp; I...am supposed to be there before the school week is over.&nbsp; I love you too and thanks again.&nbsp; Bye."&nbsp; Heading over to the place now that he remembered it, Vergil sighed and almost wished he had changed into something else other than his school uniform.&nbsp; Oh well, there was nothing for it then as he headed outside and towards the boys half of the dormitory.&nbsp; The school grounds were big, that much was certain, but the school itself had been a maze of hallways and classrooms.&nbsp; Seeing the dorms only made Vergil groan mentally to himself, hoping he'd find someone to show him around.<br><br>((Muse issues, sorry.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 02:00:55</strong>
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				"O-oh. Y-yes. I'm fine. Just a little lost and I...err..." She trailed off, blushing, then she bowed deeply, nearly dropping her laptop at the same time. "I-Ishinaka Miki, First year. Sorry to bother you sir. D-do either of you know where the library is? It's...well...I'd like to get a head start on studying for midterms."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 02:09:40</strong>
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				Aryn smiled a little at her nervousness. "Hey, relax, I don't bite. Aryn Hizurugi, a pleasure to meet you." He bowed. "Second year. I actually just transferred here, but I have some pretty detailed maps plus I just came from the library. Creepy librarian and uncomfortable seating aside, you can find it just down that way."<br><br>He pointed back the way he came, also turning his map to show her. "It's right here. Any other questions for the directory?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 04:25:40</strong>
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				Kanashii tilted her head to the side somewhat. She was certain she heard voices somewhere close by.<br>Unfortunately the voices seemed to grow closer and closer only to fade away entirely within a fleeting moment, like the rise and fall of a wave.<br>She frowned to herself, still lost and half wishing she'd brought her campus map with her.<br><br>As if for reassurance, she clutched the little doll under her arm tighter against her,&nbsp; but it offered no support.<br>"If only father had stuck a gps unit into one of you things." She murmured aloud, joking, but beginning to worry that she would not mind the dorms at all and end up more last than when she'd started.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:08:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you Hizurugi-senpai." She bowed, and then blushed. "Umm, where are the dorms? I'd hate to get lost and locked out on my first night here." She looked towards Kanashii with concern. <br><br>"Miss? Are you lost too? This nice senpai seems to know the way around here."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:15:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanashii turned then to the girl that had called out to her.<br>She nodded in response to the question, "Yes. Lost. I... have bad directions." She said softly.<br>Most people would assume it was a flub, that she'd meant she had bad direction sense.<br>Then again, considering she took advice from dolls, perhaps she had indeed just been given bad directions?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:22:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing Aryn in front of the dorms, Vergil walked over to the guy and wondered what he was going to say, other than a lame hello.&nbsp; "Hey...Vergil Smith.&nbsp; Nice...to meet you."&nbsp; Feeling quite awkward and socially inept, Vergil looked away and his face turned bright red as he fought the urge to run like a rabbit.&nbsp; "I...saw you at Kendo today.&nbsp; You..did good and....I'd be honored to have you fight with me sometime..."&nbsp; Where that had come from, he had no idea, hearing his mom pull up the road and into a nearby parking lot.&nbsp; Taking off before any reply could be forth coming, Vergil ran up to the old beat up van that his mother insisted on driving although they had a newly paid for Ford Pickup Truck sitting in the garage.&nbsp; Kissing her as she got out of the truck, Vergil got the boxes out of the back she had put together perfectly, he and her heading to the dorms to see where he would be staying.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:23:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I'm the same way." She smiled sheepishly. "Ishinaka Miki, First year. Nice to meet you! Hizurugi-senpai is the one who has all the answers." She gestured to him with a soft, pale hand, then gasped in surprise as another boy ran up, spoke, and then ran off. She turned back to Kanashii with a whirl of her beribboned hair. "Might I ask your name, miss?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:27:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn was a little dazed at what had just transpired before him... but he made sure to call back to this Smith character before he was out of earshot. "Sure thing!"<br><br>"Ah, anyways, yeah. The dorms are pretty much right over there." He said, pointing. "Just around the corner, really. Although I have heard there are a few dorms off campus... if you're set up there I'd need the street it's on."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:32:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Katashiro, Kanashii... second year transfer student from Okinawa... and Tsukiko" She replied, gesturing to the doll under her arm, then held out a hand to the girl offering to shake.<br>"Nice to meet you Ishanika-san, and you as well Hizurugi-Senpai." She nodded to the male, Hizurugi and then looked away a moment, as if something awkward had occurred that only she was aware of.<br>With a hint of a sigh, Kanashii looked to Miki and said, "Tsukiko likes your hair. The ribbons are quite lovely."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:44:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari paused in her pointless wandering and stared up at the sky. It had been at least an hour, maybe a few since she left the locker room and wandered around town. She’d gotten some things to eat and did a little shopping, simply getting the next manga out of her favorite series and some candy. Her eyes were having a hard time focusing for some reason, but she didn’t know why. Simply shrugging it off for now after rubbing them for a few moments, she kicked a stone to the side and glanced down at the paved street she was on. Up ahead was the new dormitory that she had elected to move into. Because she had good grades in school, and was a third year, she was given the option of being a RA for the dorm. <br><br>This meant that it was her job to help coordinate activities but to also make sure that everyone was adjusting well to the new atmosphere. Because of this, her things had already been moved in. she primarily took it as a way to help pay for tuition, since her father wasn’t really putting out the funds in his drunken state, that and it would give her an excuse to beat up on those who broke the rules, therefore she’d be in no trouble for administering punishment. Kari could really be a sadist at times, but it was something that people grew to love about her.<br><br>A few of the teachers in Gekkoukan had seen her during her middle school days in the yankee gang, but her appearance had changed since then. She used to be a lot shorter, and had her hair past her shoulders dyed orange like many in the gang did. now she was much taller, had short hair, and it was dyed black. Occasionally teachers or students from the school would see her out with her gang coat on, like she was now, but because she kept to herself and wasn’t causing outbursts they tended to overlook her.<br><br><em>Out of sight, out of mind. . .</em> Kari slowly thought as she walked to the new dorm. It was one that was to be for students who were in music classes or clubs, or intended on pursuing it in some fashion. It was the “theme” of the dorm, but like a few of the soon to be residents who she saw moving in, they were just randomly placed there. Kind of like her. <br><br>Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Kari strutted past a group of students who appeared to be standing confused in front of the gates. Flicking her blue eyes at them, an unnatural thing for many people to see on a Japanese person, she walked inside with her head held high. Going into the first floor of the dorm, using a special keycard to open it, she went into the main lobby and entered a private room that her and two other students had access too. In here, she removed her gang jacket, her uniform’s top, and simply walked out in a light blue tank top with her uniform skirt. <br><br>She didn’t really give a damn if people looked at her toned torso, for if she flexed they’d see that she could easily beat them up in a fight. Pinning an ID badge to her shirt, she sat down on a couch and made herself useful. . . which basically meant sit around until someone asked a question about moving in. she would help kids who lost their keys, needed help moving things, or simply wanted to talk. Sighing a bit, she crossed her feet on a table, exposing her tanned legs without a care, and glanced around the busy lobby. <br><br><em>I’m the boss of these dimwits?</em> she thought to herself as she saw a group of fangirls walk past her giggling up a storm. <em>Great, just what a need. A bunch of twigs. I bet I’ll start smoking again. . .</em> Re-crossing her legs, Kari sat there and waited patiently, nodding her head to some song stuck in her head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:49:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn bowed to Kanashii. "Pleasure to meet you, Katashiro-san." He proceeded to not know at all how to respond at the conveyance of the dolls approval. This was exactly the sort of situation that made him ill at ease, everything seeming so completely random and out of control. He managed to latch onto an idea for an escape though~<br><br>"Actually, here." He handed his map to Miki. "I can just print off another one when I get in, and I'm staying at this dorm right here, so it's no trouble. Now also, since you know where I'll be staying, you can swing by if you need any other help." <br><br>He ended with a wink and a smile, a little of his composure restored already. "See you again!" He turned to the dorm and headed inside. Just barely taking the time to take off his shoes, he slumped his bag by the nearest available chair and sat down. Getting out his laptop, he proceeded to download the book he had been reading at the library. He didn't even take in who else might be around him just yet, mind still a little scattered from the wierd of earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:02:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Congratulations, Kanashii, you scared another one away. Good job!<br>Its not my fault...! </em><br><br>A hint of a frown played on Kananshiis lips. It was always like this.<br>The mention of the dolls, or even just having the doll in view, it seemed to drive people away like a plague.<br>The dolls had always been the downfall of her life though, so why stop now?<br><em>Its what father wanted... I can't ignore the dolls...</em><br><br>"Erm, well, thankyou again Hizurugi-san. Perhaps we will meet again sometime?"<br><em>Not counting on it, not if he can help it that is.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:11:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				First came one, then another student inside, and it sounded like there was quite a few more rummaging around outside. Kaori was rather impressed that so many people were arriving this early. Though the dormitory was traditionally for students that had expressed interest or talent in the musical arts, Kaori had ended up assigned here. She had specifically asked to be allowed into this dormitory due to it's prime location, being near all of what she considered the good parts of the city. <br><br>She raised an eyebrow at seeing Kari so scantily clad, before her eyes locked onto her nametag. <strong>". . . Oh."</strong> The girl set aside the remote for the tv in the lounge and picked up her bag, rummaging through it before pulling out a small folder of papers. She walked directly over to her and handed over the folder of paperwork, before pulling a similar looking card out of her pocket to show it to the third year.<br><br><strong>" . . . Sakurazuka Kaori, Second Year Student. Here's my ID and paperwork. I already had my things moved in, and the Principal suggested that I assist you if you need the help in getting the other students settled in." </strong>Straight to the point, and stoic. To be honest, the only reason she was able to get assigned here was because she had won an award for her piano playing when she was little, which the staff had insisted was enough to allow her to get her way. Really, even if she hadn't they would've probably let her in regardless. Most teachers tended to let students that were in the upper percentile of the nation get their way in Kaori's experience. Or maybe she was just jaded.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:21:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki watched him go with a bit of surprise, waving with her free hand in shock. Then she turned back to Kanashii and smiled a bit, shaking her hand. She looked a bit curious at the mention of her hair, but then smiled. "Well thank you Tsukiko." It never hurt to play along after all. Maybe Katashiro-san was just shy, like her. "I never thought much about it, but I do like these ribbons. I've had them since I was young." The purple and green ribbons set against her brown hair had always appealed to her for some reason.<br><br>"So Kanashii-senpai, do you like it here so far? This is my first day here and it's all so...well...big!" She waved her hand absently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:31:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanashii's face seemed to light up when Miki did not shy away from her.<br>"Tsukiko says you are very welcome." Kanashii added, grinning a bit despite herself.<br>It was the first time in a long time that her mentioning of a doll having any sort of feelings had not earned her little more than a night alone and an awkward silent stare accompanied by the person in question simply walking away.<br>It was refreshing to say the least.<br>And heart warming to say the most.<br><br>"The scenery here is pretty..." Kanashii began, in response to Miki's question. "But it's a little big for my preference... I worry about getting lost here. I feel like everywhere I go, there is just more campus buildings in my way. It's hard to wander here, I fear I'd never find my way back. And wandering is no fun when you're not sure how to get home. It's not wandering then, it's called being lost." Kanashii smiled and giggled a little at her own joke, hoping that it was not in poor taste. She always had bad judgment of what was good taste and what was bad, as she had little to no friends to keep her updated otherwise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:33:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blinking a bit as a student spoke to her, Kari slowly opened her blue eyes and peered at the girl who was standing before her. Quickly taking in the features of the girl, she eyed the folder of paperwork, quickly extending her hand and taking it.. her reflexes were fast, perhaps too fast for a normal girl, but it was partially due to kendo. . . and an unknown force. Opening the folder as she flopped it onto her lap, Kari flipped through the pages and quickly read. She was incredibly smart, but only did enough to pass her classes easily with good scores. School bored her, she missed the open road with a nice piece of machinery between her legs.<br><br>“Second year student. . . I thought only third years were allowed to do this. Perhaps you’re my assistant to take over after I’m gone. Might graduate early.” Kari said bluntly, almost like a boy. The way she talked was rather masculine, but it was from the gang. All yankee girls did this, and to those who were unaware of her past just thought it to be rude or improper. Kari didn’t care, she was used to being the man of the house since her mother left when she was small. It was life.<br><br>“Kasaro Kari, pleased to meet you Number Two.” She said flipping through the last of the paperwork and setting the file under her arm, tugging at the strap of her tank top to adjust her moderately sized breast. “Help would be fantastic,” she said sarcastically as she pointed to the group of fangirls to the side in the lobby. “Deal with them if they come around. I hate twiggy lil prisses like them. So whiny.” The way she overlooked Kaori was a test. Kari wanted to see how gutsy the girl was. Their job meant they had to be alpha, top dog, leader of the pack. And if this girl wasn’t cut out for it, then she’d need to find someone else. Things could get rough and out of control. Kari knew she could handle things by herself but that’d get her in trouble with the board for not being diplomatic with her fellow leaders of the dorm.<br><br>Stealing the remote for the television, Kari flicked through the channels to a game show and stared at it dully. It was one she had seen before, but something to cover up the girls in the back was better than nothing. <em>Maybe I’ll kick them out if I can find a way. . .</em> she thought to herslf as a smirk curled across her lips, continuing to wait for Kaori’s reaction to her brash ways.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:38:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Well, that voice sounds familiar."</em> Aryn looked up from what he was studying long enough to confirm who he was in the presence of. Yep, the brash girl from kendo was not only staying in the same dorm as him, but was actually in charge of the place. He just shook his head and tried not to make it obvious he had started listening in. He might not get pushed as hard considering their earlier encounter, but right now he just wanted to study.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:46:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I understand what you mean. My house is the same way. It took forever to get used to the place, and half the time I was just lost, not wandering. But maybe if we're lucky we'll be in the same dorm and we can help each not got lost for too long." She looked at the map. "Let's see...Hizurugi-senpai's map says the dorms are...this way. Maybe we should go and get settled in, and then we can maybe go exploring?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:57:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kamashii gave a swift, small nod, accepting anything the girl had to say as long as it provided further company, devoid of judgment.<br>"I would like that very much, Ishanika-chan." She gave a shy, half smile, testing the waters so to speak by using chan instead of san for a moment, gauging the girls reaction to see if she should switch back to san to avoid any problems.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:05:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carrying a box between them, both Vergil and his mother walked into the lobby, the old looking woman who was no older than maybe 40 years old, but looked to be older than that, made their way to whoever was in charge.&nbsp; Finding it was Kari from Kendo made Vergil stop and almost drop his own box on his foot.&nbsp; His mother looked between the two of them and just shook her head.&nbsp; "Have a secret crush I should know about son?"&nbsp; Offering a small smile, Vergil groaned as the older woman just walked on, a sly look in her eyes as they approached.<br><br>"Hey....nice to meet you....name's Vergil Smith.&nbsp; Freshman here....guess I need a bit of help getting around."&nbsp; Why did he stink so much at this talking thing?&nbsp; Oh yeah, zombie personality, that was why he couldn't talk in complete sentences half the time.&nbsp; Vergil's mother sighed and put the boy's box under one arm for a moment before holding her hand out to the girl.<br><br>"We're sorry to be a bother."&nbsp; His mom said quietly so word didn't get around Vergil was still having his mother of all people help him to school and whatever other rumors it would cause.&nbsp; He had enough trouble with people without adding more.&nbsp; "But, as my boy said, a little help would go a long way.&nbsp; What's your name dear?&nbsp; We'd love to have you over for dinner sometime."&nbsp; Vergil blushed a bright red but he didn't say anything to reign the old woman in.&nbsp; She did after all have his best interests in mind...for all the good it did.<br><br>((My mom's the same way lol.&nbsp; Except she'd love to embarrass me whenever possible, in the nicest way possible of course lol.&nbsp; She's fun that way.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:11:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Well, if someone needs help moving in, that's worth distracting me."</em> Aryn stood up, closing his laptop as he marveled at coincidence. He walked over to Virgil and his mother and bowed. "Nice to meet you, my name is Aryn Hizurugi. I'd be happy to help with getting your things inside."<br><br>He wasn't too sure about how things would pan out from here, but if he was going to be living with such a nervous kid he may as well make a good impression with his mother, right?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:14:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at that honorific. She hadn't thought she'd find a friend here so quickly. And without her two monstrous little sisters to foul things up, maybe she could find more friends! She nodded towards the dorm. "Then let's go. Maybe we'll get good rooms if we hurry." She started out for the dorm by her new friend, feeling shy but hopefully this would work out well. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:21:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl didn't seem angry at the switch in honorifics. To Kanashii's surprise and delight, she actually smiled.<br>"Perhaps we will get a room with a nice view? One that isn't facing buildings upon buildings, that is." Kanashii thought aloud, hopeful for once.<br>"I do not know how the system is set, but maybe, if possible, we could be roommates? It would be nice to have a friend around..." Kanashii suggested timidly. "However, if the rooms are singles, maybe we could just be hall mates?" She said with a laugh and followed Miki towards the dorm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:29:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Glancing up at the boy who introduced himself to her, Kari immediately stood up and smoothed her skirt down. Granted she loved to harass people, but she needed to be professional around the parents that were bringing their kids in. She could go after the students all she wanted, and normally would sass adults, but this was one of the few times Kari was going to act normal. . . surprisingly.<br><br>“Nice to meet you too Smith-san. I take it you are a transfer from overseas?” Kari asked in a very sweet and polite voice. She was partially foreign herself, and she knew the name was European, thus decided to ask so bluntly. “I will be more than able to assist you if you encounter problems adjusting to our school,” she said in almost perfect English, no Japanese accent detectable. Clearly Kari had more to her than met the eye. Quickly switching to Japanese, she addressed Vergil’s mother. “Oh thank you ma’am for the offer. My name is Kasaro Kari, I am third year and acting RA of this dorm. It is a pleasure ot meet you as well. As for dinner, that sounds lovely. I’ve no mother so I don’t know what a mother would cook. It would be a delightful experience.” In reality what Kari said was true. She did have no mother, but it was by her mother’s choice to abandon them. <br><br>smiling gently as she noticed the boy blush, she immediately took a box from him and hefted it up with ease, displaying her strength to all. <em>Toying with him will be fun too,</em> she thought as she glanced at Aryn, who was introducing himself. She smiled brightly at him and spoke gently. <br><br>“Thank you for offering, Hizurugi-san. I will be sure to note that you are very friendly in your chart.” Leaning over to read is ID tag, Kari smiled and motioned for them to follow. “This way to his room.” After a short walk, they arrived at Vergil’s room and she set the box down. “I will swing by later to see how things are going, feel free to ask my assistant for help or anyone else with a badge like mine.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:36:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Oh interesting, so kari will put aside her peculiarities to do her duty. That's a point in her favor."</em> Aryn smiled at her side comment. He wondered briefly if he was taking too conniving of a route in logic when arriving at the decision to help others, wondering for a moment if he should try and change that, but then they were at Virgil's room and he snapped out of it.<br><br>"Well then, was there anything else to carry in? I don't mind chipping in, moving can be a pain when you have to do it all on your own."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:48:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you (correct me if I'm wrong,) Kassaro-san.&nbsp; And to you as well Hizurugi-san.&nbsp; There's no more boxes but we appreciate the offer.&nbsp; You both are welcome at our home whenever you have a chance to come over."&nbsp; Surprise was on both of their faces when the girl said she had no mother to speak of, Vergil afraid to ask and his mother afraid to pry too much on their first meeting the details of what had happened.&nbsp; Vergil wasn't about to complain as Kari took the box and only nodded to her question.<br><br>They had been living overseas, in America until about three years ago.&nbsp; After everything had happened, it was decided that it would be better for both he and his mom to make a fresh start.&nbsp; He hadn't considered flying clear across the world, but it did help to get away from the familiar at least.&nbsp; Something told Vergil that Kari was being unusually kind as she led them to his dorm room before walking away with an offer to help if she could when and if the need ever arose.&nbsp; <em>Unlikely I'll ever ask but we'll see.</em>&nbsp; Vergil thought to himself, but his mother was taken in by it.&nbsp; "Thank you kindly dear.&nbsp; I'll be sure to remember that.&nbsp; Good luck with classes Kassaro-san."<br><br>Bowing at the waist, Vergil and his mother both showed their respect to the girl before turning to unpack his junk.&nbsp; When it was over, Vergil settled down on his bed, his mother having left a few minutes ago.&nbsp; Going to the one box he hadn't touched yet, Vergil looked inside and almost pushed it under the bed.&nbsp; It was his violin case and musical notes, the delicate instrument safely tucked away in its airtight packaging to keep the dust and other things of that nature off of the wood.&nbsp; Putting it on the bed, the black haired boy of 17 stopped and simply looked at it, lost in thought.&nbsp; How long had it been since he'd played it last?&nbsp; Five years, more?&nbsp; Slowly unsealing the covering and taking the bow and violin itself out of the case, Vergil held both items in his hands as if they were made of glass before standing and putting the bow to the strings.&nbsp; It all came back to him in a rush of living color and memory as the first strains of a sad yet heart wrenching song came out of the boy's hands and through the violin, closing his eyes as he went through the old routine without needing to look at the notes that were still in the bag that had kept the sealed instrument safe for so long.&nbsp; In a way, he was like the violin that had seen darkness for so long that the light was foreign and strange to them both.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:59:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn hung out for a while, a little ways down the hall, listening to the music he had only just caught in time before moving completely out of earshot. He didn't linger too long though, heading back downstairs to where he was sitting and picked his laptop back up. This time he looked around a little more. There was Kari, and another girl watching Tv. Ooops. He decided on studies for now, proper introductions when the ceremony came around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 08:15:56</strong>
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				Heading back downstairs after Vergil's mother was done speaking to her, Kari noticed that Aryn followed her and quietly made her way back to the lobby. Sitting in her chair once more, she glanced around and flicked through the channels as she stretched. Moving boxes could help her work out a bit, but she was starting to itch for a fight once more and didn't want to snap off verbally while parent's were around. <br><br>Kari spend the next hour or so accepting paperwork from students, checking them in, and handing out keycards to those who would be staying. Even if it wasn't what she was used too, it was nice to be in charge of something. And boy. . . Would Kari dish it out to <em>anyone</em> who wanted to mess with the hierarchy, or her subordinates as she was starting to view her peers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 08:34:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finishing the song, Vergil almost put the instrument away but instead started another one.&nbsp; Falling into the music, and not even realizing it, Vergil started to walk down the hall and back into the lobby, never missing a beat the whole way.&nbsp; A part of his mind had taken mild control over the rest of the young man, wanting to share the gift he had with everyone around him, just as he used to so long ago.&nbsp; So, without realizing he was in motion, heading to what some would say social suicide if it didn't go well, Vergil walked into the main lobby again, his violin tucked under his chin and balanced on his right shoulder perfectly as his left hand moved the bow across the strings in a melody that stirred the soul and broke the heart into so many pieces before being reborn again.<br><br>When it was over and he came back to himself, Vergil took one look at the crowd and ran as if the hounds of Hell were on his trail.&nbsp; What in the world had he been thinking?!&nbsp; Slamming the door shut, Vergil leaned against it and slid down, wishing he hadn't been born until he passed out right there, his violin still in hand.<br><br>Nuttin but stringz - Broken Sorrow (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S3WtJYgy1Q#)&nbsp; (What I had in mind without the other instrumental stuff in the background obviously lol.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 08:38:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Obnoxious..." Mimiru mutters to herself at the hustle and bustle around the lobby, shoving by parents and siblings helping their loved ones move in or bidding them farewell.&nbsp; The punk girl's mother had hired movers to bring her stuff over, and probably wouldn't be away from work for long enough to do more than sleep until the weekend.&nbsp; The saccharine displays made her think for the first time it might be better that way; she couldn't really fathom an awkward bon voyage with the mother she hardly ever saw to begin with, sending her away to this place she hadn't really wanted to be, for reasons they couldn't agree on.<br><br>Mimiru pauses briefly to shoot a glance toward Kari, the sort of sidelong stare that someone gives something that seems slightly 'off' that doesn't really concern them, like a line-item put on the wrong shelf in a section of the grocery store.&nbsp; The moment passes quickly and she heads on up to her room to change her clothes and kit.<br><br>A few minutes later she comes back down, wearing something that <em>approximates</em> a school uniform, if not from this country: she's got a pleated plaid miniskirt barely wider then the studded red leather belt supporting it, a pair of lace-up white boots, and a button-up white blouse left unbuttoned and instead tied off at a knot right under her bustline, with the sleeves rolled up all the way.&nbsp; Apparently having opted for the full-on punk rock look tonight, she's got a spiked leather collar and matching bracelet, a pair of fingerless motorcycle gloves, and her hair done up strawberry-pink, tied in a pair of pigtails.&nbsp; Contrastingly, she's heavily made up, with black eyeshadow and dark red lipstick, and a visible dash of rouge running a bit rampant off the edge of her cheekbones--on the whole, she looks a bit like a Catholic schoolgirl who's had one hell of a rough night.<br><br>The guitar she's got strapped to her back is noticeably different, too.&nbsp; An electric with a cherry candy-shell finish emblazoned with 'Gibson' in black italics, rather than a humble acoustic.&nbsp; The rocker adjusts it as she makes her way back through the lobby, glancing this way and that at the other students arriving.&nbsp; "Oh man.&nbsp; This is going to be one long-ass year..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 08:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn looked up long enough to note who the crazy girl talking to herself was. <em>"Not surprising. I should have expected it would be noisy considering that many people still won't have their things moved in for a while yet. Ah well, I'll just go to my room for tonight."</em><br><br>He unplugged his laptop and headed up to his room. Upon entering, he looked over the boxes. <em>"At some point I'll have to unpack more than my clothes and my laptop... I just can't be bothered right now though."</em> He put his earbuds in and cranked up the music, studying a little bit more for the night.<br><br>Although when he found he couldn't read anymore because of how tired he was, he still fought sleep, watching an anime until sleep absolutely overpowered him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 09:12:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He spent some time at the shrine. Hours, really. He loved it though. It gave him peace and quiet, time to clean his mind and try to organize it, just as he cleaned and organized the grounds.<br><br>But their was only so much work he could do on the grounds. Eventually, tired, but in a good way, he would make his way back to the dorms. He liked the gentle burning in his body, and the hazy tiredness that settled on him, though this last thing he would eventually chase away with some carbonated, caffeinated beverage from a vending machine.<br><br>The drink would be finished by the time&nbsp; he got back to the dorms, and thrown away in a trash can. As he entered the lounge, he forced the metaphorical mask back into its place. He wore a wane, tired smile as he walked in. His eyes quietly danced around, as he wiped away a bit of errant sweat. His clothes were damp from the sweat he had built up from working at the shrine, though one might assume he had simply been out jogging, or doing some other, more mundane exercise. <br><br>He didn't stay there long, though. He would head up to his room. Long enough to clean himself up, change out of his uniform, into something more comfortable. A pair of worn, torn, patched up jeans, and a plain red t-shirt. Then he grabbed some homework and books, and headed down to the lounge.<br>&nbsp;<br>He liked working at the table in the common room. It gave him the chance to watch and listen to the others, and to listen and watch the TV, too, when it was on. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 09:48:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside the dorm, however, Kanashii appeared to have lost sight of her new friend.<br>She frowned, assuming the girl had gone off ahead and Kanashii's slowness had cost her a moment of belonging.<br>With a hesitant sigh, she began to wander about the main floors, finding herself in the common room of all places.<br>She clutched her doll, Tsukiko, to her tighter and found a nice spot in a corner to hide in, hoping that perhaps her friend would find her way in as well, and they would get to talk again.<br><br>Quiet as always, Kanashii looked around, taking in the sights and sounds and going ons of the environment, wondering if perhaps she would be lucky enough to make a second friend today, but not getting her hopes up for it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 09:58:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched the girl with her doll out of the corner of his eye as he was writing down an answer to something. He continued to watch her as she settled down in the corner, which confused him. After getting over the initial confusion, and spending some time thinking on it, he would stand up, and head over to her.*<br><br>"Hi there." he would say with a light smile, his voice having a certain happy-go-lucky tone to it.&nbsp; He would make sure that he left an area open so she could move away; he didn't want to corner or trap her or anything, as that could just upset her. She seemed shy, or maybe distraught over something... either way, he felt like helping her. It was in his nature to take care of others, some times at his own expense. "Is something wrong?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 10:06:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing someone playing a violin, Kari immediately perked up in her chair and noticed the boy from earlier walking around and playing it. It was incredibly odd to see, and she immediately wrote a note to herself that indicated that students should play in the practice rooms, not the common area. It would be too distracting.<br><br>It was getting later now, and she noticed many of the students retiring for the night. Being a night owl herself, Kari simply continued to watch the television. She noticed Kanashii and gave her a polite nod, for they were familiar with each other from earlier, and continued to mind her own business, occasionally rooting at the TV for her favorite game show. Noticing the male who spoke to Kanashii, Kari prepared herself to fight him if he picked on the girl, but realized that probably was unlikely and went back to her show, hugging a pillow to her chest to stay warm
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 10:14:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanashii watched as a male approached her. <br>Her eyes seemed to follow his movements with the closer he got.<br>"Hello" She said softly and ignored Tsukiko's request to tell him hello as well.<br><br>When asked if something was wrong, Kanashii shook her head slowly.<br>"No, I'm fine. I just wanted to sit here a while... I was with my friend but she went ahead. I figured if I waited in one spot long enough she'd find me again..." She paused, looking the male up and down, wondering if he could be a friend, but not wanting to get her hopes up too high. "...But she hasn't."&nbsp; Kanashii finished and gave her doll another tight squeeze, for reassurance.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 10:20:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was quiet and calm as she spoke. His bright red hair was not tied back in a ponytail right now, so when a few locks make their way into his face, he brought a hand up to tuck them back behind his ear. Maybe he'd get a hair cut one of these days, it was getting awfully long... it was down past his shoulderblades now.<br><br>"If you hide in this corner, though, you may not be able to see her or she might not be able to see you." Their was a certain gentleness and warmth in not only his features, but the way he spoke. He was a genuinely nice person, and it just shines through. "My name's Shine, by the way."<br><br>He knew that their was another girl in the room, though he was currently unaware that she had been watching him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 10:33:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanashii nodded, agreeing with him. "Maybe so... But I would recognize her voice, and I think that she would call for me if she did not see me right away... at least I hope." She said, halfheartedly at most and a bit unsure.<br>"Your name is Shine? It's a pleasure to meet you then, Shine-san. My name is Kanashii Katashiro..." She paused then and held up her doll, knowing it was a conversation killer but unable to suppress the need any longer. "And this is Tsukiko."<br>Kanaishii looked down at her doll, her own ebony locks spilling into her face, hiding her shyness well enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 10:39:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mimiru pauses for another brief moment to glance in Kari's direction, perhaps expecting the senior student to say something about the fact she's heading out for the night--then again, maybe she's just curious to see someone watching TV in the common area.&nbsp; Like a lot of the students here she's never lived in a dorm before, or even had siblings, so the idea of <em>not</em> being in utter solitude at home is somewhat alien for her...&nbsp; much less the concept of actually having a "public" area in your residence!<br><br>Eventually she shrugs off whatever thought was eating her and drives onward, back out the front door of the dormitory to head out on the town.&nbsp; Everyone else might be going to sleep, but the best clubs are only just now opening.&nbsp; There's a standing invitation for her to play at some of them when they don't have any acts booked, and she's still short a competent band, so she might as well get herself out there on the scene.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 10:45:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If he thought ill of the doll or her for having it, it does not show. He smiles a bit wider at her. "It's nice to meet you, Kanashii-chan." <br><br>His eyes casually drifted over the doll, and with a slightly goofy grin, he would speak again. "And it's nice to meet you, too, Tsukiko-chan." While her having a doll at her age was odd, he was accepting of it. Everybody's got their traits that make them unique, and one shouldn't ever have to hide it, as far as he's concerned. <br><br>He would step slightly away from her, casting a glance around the room, looking around to see if her friend might be around. He does see&nbsp; Mimiru as she leaves, and is only slightly curious about where she was going.<br><br>He would then look back to Kanashii. "Well, I hope your friend comes along. If you ever need any help with anything, please let me know." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 10:57:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded at him and gave a shy smile his way, "Thankyou." She said with a rather potent amount of sincerity in her tone, as if she were thanking him for more than merely offering a hand should she need help with something.<br>"Please take care." She said, noticing that his gaze was elsewhere and understanding that he may have other things to tend to in which case she knew she shouldn't keep him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 11:07:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He honestly didn't. Their was homework, of course, but his attitude towards it was radically different than your average Japanese school kid. He didn't say to hell with it like some, and he didn't obsess over it like the majority, but instead fell into some place in between the two extremes. <br><br>"I'll just be over here&nbsp; if you need me. Though if you see me around school or town, and need some help with something, let me know." He could hear what seemed almost like exaggeration in her tone of voice, and although his placid appearance may lead one to think their is little going on in his head, it was actually grinding away steadily. <br><br>His thoughts tended to race, like a bullet train, and it ran around the clock. Analyzing, dissecting, thinking, rethinking, puzzling things out. Specifically now, just why her tone had been so potent. It did not seem sarcastic, nor did she seem the sarcastic type. Because of how shy she appeared to be, and given her doll, he imagined she probably did not have a lot of positive social interactions, and that was the most likely reason for what he heard. <br><br>Unless she said or did something to stop him, he would return to the table in the common room to continue working on his homework. He really didn't mind if she stopped him, but he... well, he didn't really know how to keep a conversation going.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 11:20:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Say something!! Stop him! You could make another friend, but you're just going to let him walk away?!</em><br>Kanashii seemed to struggle with what to say next.<br>She wanted to talk more, but found herself at a loss for words.<br>What did everyday people talk about?<br>How did one go about making friends?<br><em>It shouldn't be that hard to start up a conversation, just... just think of something!</em><br>"I... I like music." She stammered, and turned her attention to Shine again.<br>WOW. Captain obvious strikes again...<br>"Alot of music. Like, different kinds, I mean. Er... do you like music Shine-san?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 11:27:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time she had managed to work the words out, he was nearly back to his seat. When he hears her, though, he would turn around, and smile somewhat sheepishly at her. Again, if he seems thrown off by the way she acts, it does not show. <br><br>"I've got something of an eclectic taste in music. Everything from the harp and zither to EBM." He chuckled a bit as he spoke, laughing at himself, not at her. "I like flutes, and I actually play them." He says while nodding. Although he seems at ease, he is probably just as worked up as she is. Shine just has a very good, well practiced poker face.&nbsp; "What about you... do you play any instruments?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 11:42:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded in response to his question, "My voice is my instrument" She said and indicated to her throat, and beneath that, her vocal cords.<br>"Meaning, well, I'm a singer. I can dabble in piano, yes. But my voice is the melody I long most to play." <br>She looked down and clutched her doll closer to her chest, as if seeking support from it.<br>"I like classical." She said at last, followed by a long pause, "I sing it too, I mean. And a little bit of opera now and then."<br>Kanashii loosened her grip on her doll and set it back down on her lap, calmly as she could.<br>"Making friends is hard." She murmured, more to herself as an acknowledgment of the fact than to Shine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 16:43:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kanashii-senpai! There you are! I thought I'd lost you!" Miki ran up, breathing hard, then she spotted Shine and bowed politely. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 17:42:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh. " He nods as she explains that she is a singer. " That's neat."He would say with a smile. <br><br>He was about to respond that <em> It can be </em> to her mutterings, but then along came the other girl, whom he deduces is the friend she was talking about it. His eyes trailed over her once, and he smiled reassuringly at this one. "Don't worry about it.&nbsp; My name's Shine."<br><br>His attention would return to Kanashii. "It seems your friend has shown up." He spoke, with a happy tone to his voice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 20:59:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari had noticed the girl walking past her and out of the dorm dressed rather punkily, but it didn't bother her. Being a yankee, she knew that a girl dressed like that had some spirit in her and could probably defend herself if anything came about. It was the air-headed bimbos that needed supervising, not her.<br><br>Stretching out on the couch even more as she listened to the doll girl and a new guy talking to each other, Kari didn't pay them much mind so she continued to watch the TV until she began to doze. Stretching a bit, she went to the front doors of the dorm and shut them, since no one was moving things anymore, and quickly went to the office she had been in earlier. After filling out something on some paperwork, she shut off almost all the lights of the lobby and yelled out to those who were still talking.<br><br>"Lights out! This means go to your rooms and get some sleep. We got classes tomorrow after all. Don't dabble, get up there soon. I'll be walking through the halls in a few hours, if I catch anyone wandering around I'm going to write them up for a violation and that means community service." What Kari said was partially accurate, but also partially inaccurate. The students did need to sleep, but she wouldn't necessarily write them up on the first day. . . unless they were deserving. She just wanted to clear the halls out until people were more acquainted with one another. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 22:20:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh! We should probably get going. I didn't get the room assignments but I'm pretty sure we can share a room tonight, Kanashii-senpai, and then tomorrow we can ask the advisor for our assignments. My family retainers won't be bringing my things until later this week anyway so I won't take up much space." She blushed and looked down at her bag. She had packed a spare uniform and some essentials, just in case after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:22:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That late already? Well, you two girls have a good night." He would offer them both a smile,&nbsp; before moving to gather his things. Then he would head back to his room.<br><br>He was already settled in, everything nice, and neat, and orderly, and in its place. His textbook and unfinished homework would be set on his desk, and he would go to the medicine cabinet in his room, staring at himself in the mirror. Gradually, his smile wore away into a deep-set frown, how he looked without the facade, without the lie.<br><br>He stared at himself, for a long time. Maybe minutes, but for all he knew, it was hours. He sighed, after a while, and got out of his clothes, down to boxers, and climbed into his bed to try and get some sleep.<br><br>"Om mani padme hum..." was the quiet, solemn chant that he slowly used as he lay there, eyes closed. He does not do this 108 times, as this was no prayer, but he simply used it as to aid him in meditation. By focusing on the chant, he was able to slowly clear his mind of his cluttered thoughts, and get to that quiet place that he needed to be in order to get to sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:33:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Sorry if this messes up anything but I had no idea what else to post.))<br><br>Waking up with a start and feeling pain creep through his body, Vergil groans as he stands and looks out the window.&nbsp; Immediately he noticed something was wrong, but what he couldn't place his finger on it.&nbsp; Going over to the single window, Vergil looks hard and long until he takes a step back and gasps as he realizes what is the matter.&nbsp; The world had frozen.&nbsp; It wasn't ice or anything like that, just that the clouds in the sky, the leaves blowing across the lawn, the few moths and other insects that were hovering about a nearby street lamp, all of it had stopped.&nbsp; Something dark passed by his window and Vergil woke up with a start in his bed.&nbsp; How in the world?&nbsp; What was that just now?&nbsp; Looking out the window again, he sighed in relief to see that everything was alright.&nbsp; Looking to his violin case, the young man sat up fast when he saw that the case was empty.&nbsp; Hearing a small clatter by his bed, he immediately calmed down when he realized he had fallen asleep with it.&nbsp; Picking it up and putting it away, Vergil got back into bed and didn't wake up until the morning.<br><br>((A bad dream or a portent to darker things?&nbsp; I used the old P3 set up as the basis of the nightmare...if you want to call it that lol.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 04:07:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanashii frowned a little at the female voice, issuing a command to get to bed.<br>"I wish for you to have sweet dreams, Shine-san." Kanashii said, but she held up the small doll in her hands and made its head wobble and nod and its hands shake and point as if it had been the one to say it istead.<br>Her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of cranberry red and she gave a short bow before darting off with Miki.<br>"It's alright, my things are in storage until I send for them, which, coincidentally, should be soon." Kanashii replied to her new friend, and held up her own bag in turn, which was considerably bulkier than the other girls.<br>"I have my uniforms and some clothes in here." She explained but failed to tell what was inside that seemed to fill the rest of the bags contents.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 05:26:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh excellent!" She nodded, looking curiously at Kanashii's bag for a moment before heading for the stairs. "Let's get a room with a window! The view should be great and maybe we'll see more than buildings."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 05:34:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Blue Crush wasn't exactly an upscale club, but it was at least a semi-permanent fixture, unlike most of the roving raves that got busted up by the police and rebuilt over the course of a week.&nbsp; A former industrial plant closed down due to pollution concerns (being as it is in close proximity to the school) when Kirijio Group moved in and built Gekkoukan, it's hardly posh or polish, but it has been effectively refurbished to convert the old factory manager's overlook into a stage, with the production floor serving as a mass dance floor/moshpit.&nbsp; The place certainly wasn't Mimiru's first choice, but most of the upscale clubs in the teachers actively enforced age restrictions due to having teachers among their clientele; no amount of fuck-me boots was going to get a visibly underaged girl like herself on stage anywhere better than Escapade.<br><br>The night's a bit slow since the semester's just starting--there aren't as many poseurs and thrill-seekers out for their first club experience as there would be midway through the year--and the wide-open factory just seems too big for the crowd.&nbsp; The acoustics are terrible, of course, kicking back some wicked echoes whenever she tries to go low, and the drummer and bass for the night are wash-outs from last year's crop of wannabes and never-wills who only know a half-dozen songs between them.&nbsp; Even so, it's better than pissing the night away studying, right?<br><br><em>Now let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all,<br>I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feelin'<br>And now the red ones make me fly,<br>And the blue ones help me fall<br>And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling<br>And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall,<br>Fall on your tongue like pixie dust, just think happy thoughts!</em><br><br>Midnight came and went.&nbsp; The crowd thinned out even more into the morning hours rather than growing the way it sometimes would on better nights.&nbsp; A few people had shown interest...&nbsp; but not in the music, and she was more in the market for a permanent drummer than she was looking for a <em>sarariman</em> to engage in "subsidized friendship" with.&nbsp; Not that she figured anyone worth playing to was even in the audience; even in Japan the industrial rock days were long gone, anyone coming to a blown-out factory was probably more interested in a DJ spinning packaged tracks than live music.&nbsp; Truth be told, she wasn't really hoping for a record executive to fall out of the sky with a contract, anyway, but it would have been nice if someone at least looked like they were <em>listening</em> for a change...<br><br>Mimiru ends up closing out her set a bit early--though it's still frightfully late--and bids the bartender adieu, shrugging off a final few thinly-veiled attempts by "gentlemen" to "walk her home".&nbsp; True, it is a bit of a dare to go walking the streets this time of night dressed the way she is, but Iwatodai isn't exactly a bad town; they get more trouble with school-age thugs and "old man hunters" than with real criminals or psychopaths.&nbsp; Besides, doesn't it just seem awfully calm tonight, anyway...?<br><br>About halfway back she begins to realize that is isn't just calm, it's <em>preternaturally</em> calm.&nbsp; Normally, she won't see many--if any--people on the streets this time of night, but she can't even heard the distant sounds of automobiles, or spot any lights across the water.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, there aren't any lights at all: the street lamps are all conspicuously out, she simply hadn't noticed because the moon--god, does it ever look huge tonight!--is casting everything in a glow she wouldn't describe so much as pale as she would "sickly", as if the satellite itself were tinged the faintest shade of putrid green.&nbsp; The quiet is unnerving; not merely a lack of "ciity noise"--honking car horns, distant trains, water running through storm drains--but even the ambient noise is completely stifled.&nbsp; Even the buzz of electricity, that constant near-infrasonic hum that permeates virtually the entire modern world, has gone completely mute.&nbsp; The water in the fountain, no longer arcing and splashing merrily, seems to sit stagnant under the open air, looking for all the world like aging, spilled blood...<br><br>Mimiru pauses, placing her palm to her forehead and closing her eyes for a moment.&nbsp; "God, someone must have slipped me some shit at the club.&nbsp; Mother fucking sicko perverts.&nbsp; Ha, I should thank the bastard, this is some pretty metal shit right here..."&nbsp; At that she reopens her eyes, staring through her splayed fingers with a manic grin, and moves on ahead.&nbsp; Even as she begins to move forward again, though, something undermines that determined facade; there's something making the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, some flitting thing in the shadows just at the edge of her vision, some quiet whisper that she can almost tell herself she just imagined because of the unnerving, deathly silence.&nbsp; That strange, undeniable sense of being by yourself, but unfortunately not being alone.<br><br>The normally unflappable punk quickens her pace a bit, heading back to the dorm at a steady jog.&nbsp; There's a moment of panic when she almost forgets the way--she's only been there once, after all--but fortunately the building looms darkly over the horizon by sheer size alone.&nbsp; The moment she makes it onto the stoop she throws open the door, slamming it shut a bit over-dramatically behind her and pressing her back against it to make certain that it's closed firmly.<br><br>...&nbsp; and blinks in confusion, as she looks around to find the lights on--not many at this time of night, granted, but they're there--and the soft buzz of the air-conditioners has returned.&nbsp; The resurgent ambient noise drowns out the sound of her own heartbeat and the gentle swish of blood shooting through her veins, which had grown almost deafening in the absolute silence, and outside the safety of the dormitory walls she can even hear the distant sounds of cars working their way down the streets.&nbsp; Raking her fingers through her hair, she writes it off as a bad trip and starts heading upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 06:03:31</strong>
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				Something was wrong, he decides, as he lays there in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had just begun to drift off to sleep, but then something just set him off; a sudden surge of adrenaline, of fear, that had him up and out of his bed. He looked around, and sighed.<br><br>"Maybe another nightmare..." He mutters to himself. He stood from the bed, and walked over to the window to open it up-- perhaps some air flow would help him sleep-- only to pause halfway there when he could see how large and brilliant the moon was tonight.<br><br>He finally closes the distance after some time of just standing there, and opens the window. He knows its late, although he is uncertain of just how late it is, but the lack of ambient noise is more than disturbing to him.<br><br>What the hell was going on? Was it happening again? But he's been doing so well without the medicine...he was so sure he finally had things under control, and...maybe it was a dream. Maybe he was lucid sleeping. He's done that before... once, or twice. Maybe.<br><br>"wake up..." He mutters as he pinches himself. And when that doesn't work, he balls up a fist and slams it into his open palm, hard enough to feel a dull, crushing pain, and to make a loud smacking noise, but not hard enough to do any true harm to himself.<br><br>He wasn't waking up. He wasn't dreaming. This was really going on. This was different, but it felt like it could be the same. He slowly made his way over to the medicine cabinet, and opened it up. He stared at the bottle of prescription medicine that was there. <br><br>Maybe he needed them afterall. He could just take one, and then half an hour from now, everything would be normal again... but no. No, no, no, no, he can't do this. He can't go back to the medicine. How could he ever learn to cope with this if he just kept falling back on the crutch? He had to get over this. He had to overcome what was happening.<br><br>He moved back to the window, and closed it. Then he closed the blinds, and crawled back to the bed. Rather than sleep, though, he grabbed his panflute, and decided to play on it some. Playing always helped him to relax. <em> I'm going tog et thruogh this. </em> He reassures himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 06:25:48</strong>
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				Upon settling into her room, it seemed her new friend had immediately fallen asleep.<br>Kanashii laughed to herself and settled upon her own bed.<br>Sleep didn't find her though.<br><br>Quietly, she began to sing to herself, no words, just la's.<br>It was a soft and haunting tune.<br>So gentle.<br>So sad.<br><br>She didn't feel comfortable here, though by all means she should.<br>She had made a friend today, and almost, kind of sort of, made a second one.<br>Kanashii looked over to her sleeping roommate and then lifted her gaze towards the window beside her bed.<br>She opened it and rested her arms and head on the sil, gazing out into the night, wondering what her other, almost friend was doing.<br>The boy.... his name was Shine, wasn't it?<br>Yeah... Shine. That sounded right.<br><br>Kanashii wondered if he too was asleep, like her roommate. Or if he was awake like her.<br>Perhaps he was even looking out his window at the same moon she saw now.<br>Perhaps not.<br><br>Somewhere, carried on a distant wind, Kanashii swore she could hear a flute being played.<br>It was so far away and quiet though, that she wondered if it was just her mind playing tricks on her instead.<br>But the melody continued, instead of fading like most of her illusions, and despite herself, she started singing again, creating a harmony with the flute she heard, and weaving a tale of lyrics in her wake. <br>Insecurity, uncertainty, fear, hope and longing. <br>A song of discord.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 07:19:45</strong>
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				Time passes as he plays the panflute, playing a tune that sounds, of all things, Celtic.&nbsp; It was a rather somber, restrained sounding tune that he played. It was oddly soothing for him, both hearing the tune he played, and the act of playing itself.<br><br>He was unaware of what Kanashii was up to, or thinking. In fact, very little is going on in his mind right now, a welcome change from how it ran all day for him. All day, every day, it felt like his mind was going a mile a minute, and some times with three or four different trains of thought all at once. The only time he could ever seem to still his rapid thoughts was when he was playing, meditating, or working at the shrine. <br><br>By the time he was done playing his flute, the oddness that had come was gone. He chalks it up as being nothing more than a mere slip-up on his part. He cleans the flute, puts it back into its case, and lays down in bed once more. As he resolves to overcome and work through the problem he had, he would gradually drift into a deep sleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 20:20:25</strong>
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				After Kari had managed to get everyone ushered into their rooms and quieted down for the night, she went to her own room, #201, and got her messy bed ready for sleep. She never bothered to make it. What was the point? After all, she would just be messing it up again. Eying a few things in her room, she decided that she would go around and do her first patrol. As she began to wander through the halls, she heard a flute being played and immediately groaned to herself. The student's rooms were not sound proof, and she could hear it all over the place. They needed to have meeting about what Quiet Hours and Lights Out meant. Quickening her pace, Kari tried to locate where the noise was coming from but it stopped too soon. Muttering again, she snapped a hair tie around her wrist against the sensitive skin then finished her patrol.<br><br>Returning to her bedroom after a half hour of stalking the halls, Kari flopped down on her bed and pulled the mass of blankets over herself. It was warm out, but the weight on top of her had always been a comfort. Sticking her feet out of the end, Kari closed her eyes and drifted to sleep eventually, only to wake up immediately after and smack at her alarm clock as it went off. Cursing a bit, she got out of bed and walked to the communal bathroom. It had stalls that contained the toilets, five in total, and a row that had sinks on each side. The showers were in the back, separated by curtains so each girl could have privacy as she showered. Luckily no one was in there, so Kari just stripped and washed herself with soaps that were contained in her locker. <br><br>At least the school had decency to install those so the totes wouldn't have to be carried around all the time. When she was done rinsing the lather from her body, she walked out naked and grabbed her towel, rubbing herself dry then covering her form. Public bathing was common in Japan, so she had no issue with being nude before other girls. It was simply part of the culture she had managed to adopt after leaving England when her mother decided to run off with another man.<br><br>Walking down the hall nodding her head to fellow students as they walked to the bathroom or made breakfast in the small second floor kitchen attached to the lobby, Kari re-entered her room and brushed her teeth. Each room did have a small sink for such a purpose, and it was something Kari really enjoyed. Getting her uniform on, not caring to dry her hair and only combed it, Kari left for school, bag slung over her shoulder, a piece of bread hanging out of her mouth that she'd made in the small kitchen on the second floor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 20:36:57</strong>
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				Sleep was a wonderful thing. As he awoke in the morning, he listened quietly. Sounds. He could hear things now. Standing up, he looked out the window, and saw that it was normal out. It was over. See? He could deal with this problem. He was going to cope with it without the damnable pills.<br><br>He did stare at the plastic container of pills, though. Maybe he should get rid of them... no, no, it might be good to have them, just in case. Besides, he wasn't sure how to properly dispose of them. Wouldn't want some druggy getting a hold of his prescription... that could cause problems.<br><br>He got dressed, and reached over to a box he kept on his nightstand. He didn't bother with a normal breakfast, instead he had some oversized granola bar of some kind, chock full of nuts, fruits, seeds, and other good things to get him going. He devoured the bar as he made his way down to the showers.<br><br>He always cranked up the heat in the showers. It felt good, for the steaming hot water to burn him ever so slightly.&nbsp; His showering is quick, and efficient, getting himself scrubbed clean, and thoroughly rinsing soap and shampoo off his body. He dries, gets dressed, and then pops back up to his room to get his messenger bag, and load it with the textbooks, homework, and other things he would need for classes for the day.<br><br>Once his bag was packed, and his door was locked, he headed down into the first floor lobby. It was here that he waited for some time, occasionally&nbsp; checking an old fashioned pocket watch, keeping an eye on the time. He would wait for a while, to see if those two girls he had briefly met last night&nbsp; would come along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 20:46:58</strong>
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				Kanashii rose early, as soon as the sun lit her face, she was up.<br>She showered and dressed quickly, tugging on another one of her lolita like ensembles and some boots to go with.<br>She grabbed her backpack again and paused, looking inside it a moment. <br>"Goodnight Tsukiko" She murmured and placed the doll from yesterday inside gently, with the tenderness only a child could display.<br>Then, from the same bag, she took out a new doll, this one a boy doll with bright red hair.<br>The hair reminded her of the boy, Shine. She wanted to speak with him again today, and in her mind, the red haired doll would be a sign of her hopefulness. <br>"Rui." She smiled and hugged the doll once. "Let's make another friend, okay?" She asked the doll as she zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, tucking the doll under her arm and leaving the room.<br><br>She made her way to the lobby and grinned with excitement when she spotted the boy from before.<br>"Shine-san!" She called out and waved to him to catch his attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 22:16:38</strong>
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				Waking up and not remembering a thing from last night's little nightmare, but remembering his little musical display of course, Vergil groaned as he got out of bed and got ready for the day.&nbsp; His routine wasn't that much different from anyone else, except he said a few prayers to his Grandfather every morning.&nbsp; Turning to the picture he had set up in a small shrine like set up, Vergil lit the candle and bowed his head in silent prayer for his Grandfather's spirit, hoping he had found his peace in the next world.&nbsp; Silently he wished it had been him taking the shot instead of the other way around, at least then he wouldn't have to deal with the empty space in his chest anymore where his heart used to be.&nbsp; Sighing, Vergil got a fresh uniform together on his bed from his bag, snuffed the candle out, and went to the showers at the end of the hall to get cleaned up.&nbsp; It took him a little more time than it had Shine if someone was paying attention, but in the end, Vergil was back in his room and dried off, fully awake now after taking care of his personal hygiene as he did every other day.&nbsp; Gathering his books in a bag on wheels and grabbing his violin case for later on today, Vergil got up and headed out the door of his room, hoping he wouldn't be late for anything today.<br><br>((What's the school day today?&nbsp; I can't remember to save my life lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 22:48:56</strong>
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				((Thursday))<br><br>Aryn woke up a little late, his alarm blaring in rage at having been ignored for a good seven minutes, but when he did finally wake up he woke with a start and a small yell. He reached over and unplugged his alarm, getting up and going about his morning business as fast as he could. <em>'I guess it is still a bit early for me to be completely over it.'</em><br><br>After he showered and threw on a clean uniform, he noticed that he had actually made up the time lost from getting up a little late, and slowed himself to a normal pace. He was still looking a little worse for the night's sleep, but at this point at least he was able to be courteous again. Stopping by his room to slip his laptop back into his bag, he headed downstairs and took in the people who were there. <em>'The doll girl... Kanashii Katashiro, the nervous kid with the violin, Vergil Smith, was it? Uh, what was the name of the girl I gave my map too? The dorm leader is the girl from kendo... man I'm just no good with names sometimes. Hopefully it comes back to me when I see their faces.' </em> He rubs his eyes with his free hand, then reaches into his bag and gets out his earbuds, popping them in and turning on the music. He nodded and smiled to everyone he passed on his way out, even Katashiro.<br><br>Aryn went over yesterday's events as he walked to school. <em>'I probably shouldn't have run off like that last time... probably came off as weird. It's not -that- strange that a girl personifies her dolls. I mean that's what keeps those really expensive dolls in business, right? Whatever, I'm sure I'll have the chance to make it up to her since we're staying in the same dorm. Isn't it kind of unlikely that I'm not sharing a dorm with anyone from my homeroom? I guess it really is a big school... unless I just missed them. It's hard to say, I haven't really payed any attention to who was around during class. I guess I'll have to next time.'</em><br><br>Aryn enjoyed getting to class early. Something about an empty classroom in the morning made him relax a little bit, helped him with his day. So, he always left early enough to beat everyone to class if he could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:05:49</strong>
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				Miki woke up bright and early, then went to get a shower. Cleanliness was very important to her, and although she was nervous about having to share showers, she figured that only the girls would be using this set of showers, it shouldn't be a problem. She hoped. At least she wouldn't have to share the baths at home with Ami and Saki anymore, and that thought alone sent a shudder of relief through her. After bathing, she very carefully dried and wrapped herself up before changing into a clean uniform and returning to her room for a few moments. <br><br>As always, she needed to select her ribbons. She had packed them in their case carefully before leaving home, and she spent a few minutes every morning going down the lines of colored silk, trying to find the one that best matched the mood of the day. Today was a day of promise, so she went with bright red, and styled her hair into pigtails. Today was also, if she understood the schedule correctly, the day for Music club. So she perked up even more and took up her briefcase with her school gear, put a few nadeshiko flowers into her her uniform top, and strapped her shamisen around her back before picking up her cellphone.<br><br>"Yes. Ryuchi-san? Yes, I've settled in well, and even made some new friends. Yes. Mmhmm. I'm in Room 101. Please have the retainers move the rest of my things in today. Thank you." That done, she headed out into the lobby with a bright smile on her face.<br><br>"Kanashii-senpai! Ohayo!" She was almost skipping and nearly bumped into Virgil. "Oh, my apologies. I saw you yesterday, and you as well." She looked to Shine. "I'm Ishinaka Miki. How are you both this morning?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:27:07</strong>
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				Vergil looked up just in time to see Miki about stomp all over him.&nbsp; Still, a stray thought crossed his mind at the sight of her.&nbsp; <em>You can bump into me anytime.</em>&nbsp; Blushing violet in embarrassment and mostly because he didn't know how to respond without feeling like a dip, Vergil silently made his way to an empty seat somewhere in the back of the room.&nbsp; Seeing Aryn again though did make the young man feel a little better about the possibilities today despite his gloomy personality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:33:56</strong>
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				He waited for a while, not enough time for him to be late, though. He was a very punctual person, you see, some times obsessively so. But he did have enough time to wait... and sure enough, the two girls showed up. First Kanashii, then her friend.<br><br>"Good morning, Kanashii-chan." He would say with a warm smile on his face that was at least partially fake, though one would be hard pressed to pick up on that. Shine has become good at believably projecting the appearance he wants to give to people, and it was only the truly suspicious or highly perceptive that saw through his facade. On a good day, at least. Some times he wasn't in tip top shape, and that made it harder.&nbsp; But today, despite alst night's weirdness, he was doing well.<br><br>He would bow his head slightly when her friend comes along. "Hello,Ishinaka-chan. I'm Shine.I'm doing well. How are you both? Would you two like to walk to class together? We should be hurrying along, so we're not late."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:42:46</strong>
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				Kanashii's face broke into a smile when the boy, shine, had remembered her name.<br>Shyly, she held up her newest doll, Rue. The boy doll with red hair like his.<br>"Rue says hello, Shine-san. He likes your hair, says the flame reminds him of his own." Kanashii murmured, her cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink.<br>"I would like very much to walk with you, Shine-san." She replied in response to his question, her eyes to the ground though, never meeting his.<br><br>She seemed timid and stiff at the same time, as if she was unaware of the social graces that most people exhibited and that the few ones she did know were so rarely used that they simply embarrassed her with every attempt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 01:13:50</strong>
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				Aryn arrived to class a solid twenty minutes early. Not even the instructor had arrived yet to set up for today's lesson. <em>'Perfect.'</em> He sat down and pulled out his notepad, still listening to his music, and began to write. Suddenly his music stopped.<br><br>"Ah man... did I forget to charge it?" He pulled out his mp3 player, a pretty small one even by today's standards, and pushed a button to try and get the screen to light up. Nothing. Shaking his head he put both his mp3 player and his earbuds back in his bag. As he started to look up again, something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Looking back down, nothing seemed out of the ordinary...<br><br>Then he saw it again. His shadow moved on it's own. He stood up and took a step back, and it followed him like it should. "Oh man, I'm losing it." He started to laugh it off, but then it moved again... no, it completely detached from his feet! He took another three steps back, clearly frightened, but then stopped and tensed as his shadow began to stand up from the ground.<br><br>"What... what the..." Aryn's pupils contracted and he grit his teeth. "No, No I don't think so. I won't be cowed by my own shadow, No Way!" He stepped forward. One single step.<br><br>His shadow was gone. Or rather, it was back where it belonged. He could hear the faint sound of music coming from his bag. He stood there for a few minutes, staring at where his shadow had just been. Then he shook his head and sat back down. "I really am losing it. Ahahahaha... at least I know I at least have the guts to face my own shadow." Still laughing, he wiped his eyes and got his music back out. <br><br>"I can do this." He went back to his writing, trying to put what had just happened out of his mind. He didn't want to think about what the consequences of this might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:39:08</strong>
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				Looking up and seeing that something seemed wrong, Vergil looked around and didn't see anything off except for Aryn who looked ready to jump from his seat.&nbsp; What was going on?&nbsp; Getting his bravery up enough to get up and ask, the black haired youth went to the kendo club member's side before saying anything.&nbsp; "Hey...Aryn right?&nbsp; Is...something wrong?&nbsp; You looked...ready to jump...out of your seat there."&nbsp; Blushing a deep red although he was doing a good thing, he hoped, Vergil looked around and could still see nothing wrong, but the feeling was strong that something was or had been at any rate.&nbsp; Where was that feeling coming from?&nbsp; Shaking it off, Vergil took a step away from Aryn's spot but he forced himself to remain until Aryn gave him a response instead of chickening out when someone actually needed his help.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:58:36</strong>
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				Aryn jumped a little when he was spoken too, looking up with a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I guess I must have dozed off for a moment or something. I had a ... a bad dream. Anyways, are you in this classroom too? I guess I must not have noticed. Where do you usually sit, Smith-san?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:03:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Someone was actually talking back to him....it felt good but it was a risk for his usually empty social life.&nbsp; "What...happened...if...you don't mind my asking?&nbsp; As for...where I sit...I just sit in the back right...corner."&nbsp; He was going to say because he didn't want to be noticed but at the same time Vergil wanted to be noticed.&nbsp; Still, it was a risk he was willing to take.&nbsp; "I had a strange dream last night myself."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:37:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing interesting. My shadow started standing up of it's own accord, and I almost punched it's lights out. Still, it was kind of weird, especially since I think that shadows don't normally exist in dreams." Aryn waved his left hand dismissively. "Still, kind of lame for a bad dream. What about yourself?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:45:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Talking about the dream was strangely enough easier than he thought it would be as Vergil slowly raised his eyes to Aryn's face.&nbsp; Anyone else and he would have shut up long before now.&nbsp; "I...am...not so sure now.&nbsp; I had fallen asleep against my dorm room door and I woke up and started to go to my bed, but I noticed something was off.&nbsp; The little I remember of it, it looked like the world had stopped.&nbsp; I mean that I was standing at my window and everything...just stopped except me.&nbsp; Insects...that were...flying around a nearby streetlamp, leaves blowing about the lawn, everything.&nbsp; Then...I saw...or think I saw something pass by the window and I woke up in my bed.&nbsp; I don't know how I got there or what it was that had passed by the window, but it scared the hell out of me."&nbsp; The pauses between his words had all but disappeared by this point.&nbsp; What was it with Aryn that made Vergil want to open up?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 04:09:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki looked at Kanashii to make sure she was okay, and then nodded to Shine. "I will go with you as well." She then looked to her friend. "Rue? What happened to Tsukiko?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 04:20:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh, that doesn't sound very typical of dreams either. I mean, there are rules for dreams as well as reality... I wonder if they put something weird in the school's food?" Aryn grinned widely, clearly not taking it too seriously. "I gotta admit, I'm not really great with this kind of strange stuff. Maybe they'll... well actually I'm sure they'll have a book somewhere in the library about dreams with the creepy kind of librarian they have there. I'll probably check it out after classes. Do you read much?"<br><br>By now a couple more students had started filtering into the room, as well as the homeroom instructor. Aryn wasn't minding the conversation though, it was helping ground him back into reality. He had relaxed quite a bit already.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 04:48:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would chuckle a bit, and offer them both a slightly beaming smile. "Hi, Rue." He would say to the doll. Their was no harm in playing along with her. If anybody saw him and made a big deal about it, ehh... why should he care what others think?<br><br>He would look at the two, and then towards the door. "C'mon, let's get going. It's bad form to show up late to classes." As he went to the doors, he would hold them open, being a gentleman, for the two girls, before following after them, and walking towards the school, his messenger bag having everything he needed, included his more traditional flute, since he knew today their'd be music club, and he was keen on getting involved with that.<br><br>"So, either of you planning to join some clubs?" He'd ask, mostly to make conversation, but also out of curiosity. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 04:52:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pointed to the shamisen on her back. "I was thinking of joining the Music Club. I'm not really interested in the athletic clubs so I think music will be a good fit for me. I've been playing the shamisen for a while now too. What about the two of you?"<br><br>OOC: The shamisen is, as nearly as I've found on Wikipedia, a type of Japanese guitar or related instrument. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 05:48:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Truth be told, Mimiru had no intention of going to school today--after her little episode walking home last night, she expected to be hung over from whatever had gotten into her system, and just cut her alarm with every aim of sleeping in--but she found herself awoken ten minutes till by a phone call from her friend, Tomoe.&nbsp; "Nngh, wha?&nbsp; N-No, I wasn't really--yeah, I know they're doing all the introductions and shit today, but--aww c'mon it's not like that, I wasn't even out late last night, I just--ffffffuuuuuck!&nbsp; Fine, fine!"<br><br>The groggy-eyed rocker flops out of bed at a slowly-graduating stumble toward her dresser, fetching her uniform skirt and long black socks.&nbsp; The thought that the nearest discarded button-up white blouse was the one from her get-up last night and not her uniform blouse doesn't occur to her in her harried state, so she ends up in the wrong one and not even realizing it until she's halfway downstairs.&nbsp; Tch, she didn't even make time to tone down her make-up to a slightly more "acceptable" level of garishness!&nbsp; The teen realizes her mistake as she's heading out the door--the blouse isn't really long enough to cover her midrift, since it's made specifically to be tied off the way she had it, leaving her tapering waist and pierced navel exposed--but it <em>does</em> look almost passably like a part of the school uniform, and she's fairly short on time.<br><br>Besides, maybe no one would notice it doesn't have the three top buttons to fasten, or that it's small enough her more-than-sufficient bustline is threatening to burst out to freedom?&nbsp; Riiiight.&nbsp; Well, she <em>did</em> lay out often enough that her uniforms almost always ended up too small for her before she got around to replacing them, so maybe it's not such a stretch...<br><br>And, of course, even with all her haste, she's still going to arrive a solid ten minutes late for the first bell...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 06:16:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't read like I used to....I...don't do much of anything like I used to...except play my violin.&nbsp; Even that I only started again...yesterday after...five years..."&nbsp; Vergil said, feeling his old fears creeping up on him again before finally turning away to sit silently in the back as he had before.&nbsp; The conversation was over, for all intents and purposes.&nbsp; He had said too much already, but Vergil did feel a small bit happier for the talk, simple as it was about a topic that was a bit strange for the first official day at school.&nbsp; The joke had made the bleak teen smile just a little bit even before he had sunk back into his usual dismal spirits.<br><br>((Watched From Dusk Til Dawn and now I'm back.&nbsp; Sorry bout that.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 07:04:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn gave a small wave to Vergil as he walked back to his seat. Aryn turned back to face forward and return to his notepad, heading right back to where he left off. <br><br>These are the ages<br>When life burns out<br>The days fortold long ago<br>of devestation, of drought<br><br>He contemplated his notation for a few moments before closing this notepad, putting it away and pulling out a different one. This one had the notes from the day before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 08:52:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The walk to Gekkoukan wasn't horrid or anything, and Kari quickly made her way toward the school. She enjoyed being able to sit in the back of the classroom, thus was very punctual with getting to school on time. As she entered the school gates, she removed her shoes and put on her indoor ones before ascending the stairs to the second floor. Taking her seat in the proper room for third years due to the fact they were split up into two rooms. Happily stretching out, Kari relaxed in the back of the room as she waited for a teacher to arrive. She had been listening to music by using an MP3 player, and was still happily listening while she wrote in the margin of her notebook and doodled to distract herself from the wait. <br><br>As a third year, she was ready to go. She'd already begun studying for the college entrance exams that summer, and was ready to get away from it all. Kari had been living in dorms to escape her old man over the last year, but the idea of being able to pack up and move away was a nice idea. Part of her even contemplated on going to England and possibly trying to track down her mother so she could give her a proper ass whipping. That however would take money that she didn't have. Eying the clock, she sighed softly and rested her chin on her palms, staring at the front of the room from under her bangs. <br><br><em>Great, another day with this loser. . .</em> She thought as she saw the worst teacher she had this term enter the room. Immediately lowering her head so she wouldn't get called on during the period, she opened her book and pretended to be cramming.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 09:12:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mimiru slips through the door to the second-year room as quietly as she can, hoping she won't draw too much attention to herself; fat chance, as arriving ten minutes late and dressed as she is makes for a pretty noticeable entrance.&nbsp; The punk girl grins a bit sheepishly and gives a combination wave/salute to Tomoe, who looks rather stunned, before excusing herself and sliding along the side wall of the class toward the back amidst more than a few astonished stares and whispered invectives from the other girls in the class.<br><br>Uncharacteristically, Mimiru doesn't even shoot the chatty bitches a killing glare, much less respond in kind.&nbsp; Normally if she were dressed a bit slutty it would be a different matter, but as this particular instance was entirely accidental, she doesn't feel like she has any right to complain about people calling a spade a spade.&nbsp; Besides, on balance, she'd have to admit she <em>does</em> look more like a schoolgirl prostitute today than the counter-culture punked out private school girl she looked like last night.<br><br>"Mimi-chan," Tomoe whispers to her as she slides into the seat beside her, grinning awkwardly.&nbsp; "Did you really outgrow your uniform shirt again...?"<br><br>The rocker girl grimaces a bit at the snickers from some of the boys who sit near enough to overhear--who no doubt would answer for the affirmative for her if they could put in their two cents--and slumps over to one side, propping her head up on her palm with a huff.&nbsp; "Hey, it's the style in France, you know?"<br><br>"Really...?"<br><br>Mimiru shrugs indifferently, grinning.&nbsp; "Probably.&nbsp; French people are pretty fucked up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 17:36:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanashii watched the exchange of conversation occur between Shine-san and Miki-chan. <br>It made her think and wonder, would she be joining a music club?<br><em>Perhaps....</em><br>Kanashii turned to Miki and held up Rue, making him wave his tiny hand her way.<br>"Tsukiko is sleeping. She can't stay awake all day like some of the others. And Rue-kun wanted to meet Shine-san... they have similar hair." She explained softly, holding the doll up for examination. <br>"As for a club... I was thinking of joining the music club... but I can't play anything, I can only sing. Is there a vocal section of the music club by any chance?" She asked, her eyes studying both Miki and Shine in turn for her answer. <br><br>Before she could speak again, a small charm in her pocket began to make noise.<br>She pulled it out to reveal it was a keychain, in the shape of a doll, that also seconded as a pocket watch and alarm.<br>"We should get to class... we will be late if we don't leave now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 17:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know if there...oh!" She looked at Kanashii's alarm in surprise, then started towards the door at a brisk run. "We can't be late! It would be very disrespectful. Come on Kanashii-senpai, Rue-kun, Shine-san. I'll race you to the class!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 17:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanashii giggled and darted after Miki, as fast as she could manage. As the door neared closer, she was tempted to toss Rue-kun ahead, so that he'd land at the door and outbest them all, but she feared he might not like that very much, and it would dirty his clothes, not to mention leave his fragile porcelain head in pieces. No, he would withstand losing is it meant keeping his head, literally.<br><br>With a tired winded collapse, Kanashii paused at the door, hands on her knees, before she stood up and looked around, wondering if perhaps she'd outrun the others, or if she'd lost. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 17:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki had slowed down when she saw Kanashii looking so tired, and then she came over and offered her arm. "Here. You can lean on me and we'll make it to class together." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 18:08:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little breathless and worn down, Kanashii tilted her head and offered a smile, her eyes closed and her head tilted as she did.<br>It was childlike in a way, but heartwarming as well.<br>"I'm okay, no worries!" She held up Rue and made him wave, as if to say "She's fine, really!"<br><br>(Wait, question: Why would a 1st year and a 2nd year transfer be headed to the same class? *is confused*)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 18:42:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled down at her. "Well, if you're sure." She would go on ahead, but not too far, trying to stay in Kanashii and Shine's line of sight and within earshot as she headed towards the school.<br><br>(I thought it was in the same building. Like they went to the same building and then Miki would go to her class and Kanashii and Shine to theirs.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 18:55:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanishii caught her breath at last and darted ahead, catching up with Miki. <br>"Okay, All better." She piped up, and made Rue nod as well. "Rue said that I need to work on my stamina." Kanashii reported, with a bit of a frown. "I had to remind him that he didn't get very far ahead, either."<br><br>(oooh, that makes sense)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 19:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking to his schedule again and the room number, Vergil gave a strangled gasp when he realized he was in the wrong room.&nbsp; Getting up and grabbing everything on his desk in a hurry, Vergil gave a quick farewell before heading to the first years homeroom like he was supposed to.&nbsp; What he didn't realize until much later was that he had left his diary behind on his desk.&nbsp; It was a simple brown leather bound volume, no name or anything like that to set it apart.&nbsp; But it did have a weight about it, something that drew the eye for some reason.&nbsp; Was it because the pages contained the boy's life story?&nbsp; Said story, if read, would give the reader insights into the person that would otherwise be impossible to discover for the longest time?<br><br>((Aryn or another can take it and I'll throw in entries from time to time.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 19:15:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Making her way into the second years class, with a flurry of fingers as a halfhearted wave to Miki, Kanashii looked about for an empty seat in a relatively unnoticed spot.<br>She took a seat in the back right corner, as it looked like a nice spot to keep out of way of others.<br>When she sat however, she noted something she'd intiitally missed.<br>A hefty leather bound book sat on the desk unopened.<br>Kanashii looked around, worried. Was this someone else's seat?<br>But as time passed, and the class neared closer to starting, with more students filing in, she realized that no one had come to claim the seat let alone the book.<br><em>Read it...</em><br>Kanashii frowned. Rue was so nosy at times!<br>Still... If she wanted to return it to the lost and found perhaps, then she'd need to know who it belonged to.<br>With a mild curiosity, she opened the book to the first page and examined the hand written scrawls within.<br><br>(Sorry Vergil, the crazy doll girl found your book =P I could edit my post if you were hoping on Aryn however.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 19:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki had giggled at the interplay between Kanashii and Rue before going on to class. She didn't want to say goodbye, but they were in different years. Still, she hoped she could find friends in her class. She took a seat near the front and meticulously organized her binder and pencils before pulling out the class textbook and reading from it. She'd read a chapter or four ahead on her way to Gekkoukan from home, but it never hurt to review.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 19:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grew quiet as they walked towards the school, just letting the girls talk amongst themselves, and paying attention to it all. He was like this; quiet, unless spoken to directly. He was kind of off in his own little world, to be perfectly honest, attention equally split between paying attention to where he was going and what he was doing, and thinking about last night. It hadn't been the usual problem he experienced... maybe it was getting worse? Maybe, despite all his efforts, he'd still end up needing those damned pills? But he wouldn't give up so easily.<br><br>And yet, despite all the other thoughts, too, bouncing around his head, he doesn't really show it. He's got a somewhat blank look on his face; slightly smiling, happy, even. He really does have this nice, warm smile. Too bad it's fake. <br><br>When it came time to race, he just laughed lightly, and shook his head. He just kept on walking, going at his own pace, and letting the two girls run.&nbsp; He would eventually get to the doors after them, and open them up, stepping inside. <br><br>"Hope you two do well in your classes. I'll see you in the music club, I suppose." He would say to them both, before heading off to his own classroom.&nbsp; Unlike the others, he always settled somewhere in the middle of the classroom, but as close to the windows as he could get. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 20:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn quietly and discreetly took in the faces of everyone in his class, trying to see just who he might already know. <br><br><em>'The doll girl, the rocker girl... who apparently rolled around in her closet this morning to get dressed. She must already be a delinquent of some kind, nobody with a reputation to protect would show up to class looking like that and late. What happened to Smith-san? Maybe he was in the wrong classroom, only came in cause I looked like I was going to flip. That was still too weird. Agh, focus!' </em><br><br>The instruction for the moment was going to be about English. Aryn suppressed a sigh and prepared himself to be bored. Languages in general were pretty easy to pick up for him, and he already knew English fluently anyways. Still, he did his valiant best to pay attention and not zone out into his own little world just in case they covered something he wasn't familiar with.<br><br>As the day droned on, the other classes came around ~ Mathematics, History, and Science. Aryn maintained his focus and applied himself diligently to his lessons, in spite of his poor night of sleep and weird morning. Lunch break would be soon after.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 20:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Brother has comp.))<br><br>The first entry was not in Vergil's hand, but rather his Grandfather's.&nbsp; In fact, several of the first pages were in his hand.&nbsp; The one of note though was the third of May, thirteen years ago...<br><br><em>Today is my grandson's birthday.&nbsp; We went shopping together, myself, Karina, my daughter Vergil's mother, and of course little Vergil himself.&nbsp; The little guy is growing so fast.&nbsp; It seemed like yesterday that I was helping Karina change diapers, as well as picking up food and other things to help her out while she tended the house.&nbsp; Maybe it was fate that led our little group to the music store that day, but my grandson's ears seem to perk up when a violin solo of an artist long forgotten reached his ears.&nbsp; He asked what it was and I smiled and told him that sound was that of one of the best instruments that was ever created, to which his reply was simple but I'd remember for a long time to come.&nbsp; "Do you think I can play the violin?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 21:11:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari was staring forward at the board as the annoying teacher started to write things. Glancing around her, she didn't seem to recognize anyone from her new dorm in her class and shrugged a bit. She was rather used to being alone and having to rely on herself to survive, so why would she need others around. . . Right? As she wrote notes boredly, she was staring out a window as her hand transcribed the information then suddenly felt the lead break on the tip. <br><br>Blinking a bit surprised as her pen stabbed the paper, she glanced down at it and saw a small pool of blood leaking out of the tip of her pen. Shaking her head, she blinked and immediately searched her finger for a wound. Finding nothing there, she glanced at the paper and the tip of her pen to no avail. There was nothing there. Rubbing her eyes, Kari blinked a few times and came to the conclusion that her eyes must have been playing tricks on her. <br><br>That was the only explanation for what occurred. There was no blood anywhere on her desk. Staring forward once more, she sighed deeply yet quietly enough for the teacher to not hear and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging on it a bit as she thought about what had occurred.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 21:29:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vergil was in the middle of Math when he too saw something that almost made his heart stop.&nbsp; The teacher was an entertaining fellow, so Vergil was doing everything he could to absorb the information that was being given when the whiteboard started bleeding.&nbsp; No one seemed to notice but him, a fact that registered quickly with the boy as words started to form in the red liquid which had started to pool on the floor by then.&nbsp; "IT IS YOUR FAULT"&nbsp; Closing his eyes hard, Vergil gave it a count of ten before opening his eyes again.&nbsp; The blood and the hate filled words were gone, but Vergil was still on the verge of going into a full blown panic attack all the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 23:24:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki was writing notes and trying not to giggle at the antics of the professor. She hoped all her teachers here would be as amusing. Then she noticed someone familiar. <em>Oh yes. The boy from yesterday! Why does he look so panicky though?</em> She reached out from where she was sitting and looked at him carefully, mouthing the words "Don't worry. I'll tutor you if math is hard for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 23:52:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Snapping his head so hard to the right of him that he hurt his neck a little bit, Vergil's panicked face didn't disappear as he saw that someone was trying to get his attention.&nbsp; Shaking a little bit, the brown eyes that found Miki's face didn't lose any of their raw terror as he mouthed words back in reply, trying to get them out as clearly as he could, which was a challenge given his current state at the moment.&nbsp; "You...didn't see that just now?&nbsp; I...must be losing my mind.&nbsp; First the weird dream last night...and now...this.&nbsp; You...didn't see the whiteboard...change at all...covered..in...blood and words...being written in the stuff?&nbsp; It...is your fault...all in capital letters."&nbsp; Shaking a bit more, Vergil sighed and looked at his desk, wondering if he wasn't finally losing his mind.&nbsp; It would be about right for it to happen now of all times when he had started to pull out of his shell ever so slowly.&nbsp; Was he forever cursed not to find any peace from his past?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 00:42:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanashii sat in class, gazing through the pages of the diary, when she knew she should be paying attention to her schoolwork instead.<br><em>Don't worry, Ka-chan.</em><br>Kanashii's head snapped up from the book, looking straight at Rue who was perched on the edge of her desk, facing the board.<br>Slowly she turned him around to face her.<br>"...What did you say?" She whispered back to him softly.<br><em>Don't worry Ka-chan.</em> It repeated and Kanashii frowned angrily.<br>"You're not supposed to call me that!" Kanashii hissed, her voice rising a bit.<br><em>But daddy called you that all the time, Ka-chan.</em><br>"I don't care what daddy used to call me, daddy is--"<br><em>Dead. I know. But you were his favorite doll, Ka-chan.</em><br>"I'M NOT A DOLL!" Kanashii cried out, angrily and stood in her seat. Slowly she looked around at the room to find that everyone seemed to be staring at her. <br>"Sorry..." she whispered and slowly took her seat again, shocked to find that Rue was facing the board like he originally had been.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 01:53:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Perhaps he was blessed, in that, as class went on, he didn't seem to have any more moments. Odd, he thought. School was a bit more stressful than trying to get to sleep, and stress had always been a trigger for him. In fact, he had been wary of today. But nothing happened.<br><br>One class passed... then another, and another... all the way up until lunch. He went down to the school store to buy some melon bread to eat, having a certain fondness for this particular food item. He took it with him up to the roof, where he liked to eat his lunch. <br><br>As he stepped out, he squinted a bit, the sun being oppressively bright today. He found a quiet little cranny where he hid himself to eat his bread, a mindful eye kept on that old, but reliable, pocket watch of his.&nbsp; He knew that, some times, other kids would come up onto the roof to eat lunch there, or, perhaps, to hide out in order to skip class. He tucked himself into this small nook to be out of sight to anyone who might come up there. <br><br>It was nice. Quiet. Peaceful. Their wasn't anything going on around him, and this enabled him to slow his mind down without the need for meditation.&nbsp; He enjoyed it when everything felt like it was going at a steady pace. It wasn't overwhelming.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 04:28:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki shook her head, her eyes wide with confusion. She mouthed back "No. Are you okay? Maybe you should see the nurse?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 05:41:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nevermind then...."&nbsp; Vergil replied, thankful the end of the class came around about the same time.&nbsp; Most of the day was uneventful after that, until lunch time came around.&nbsp; Wanting to find a place out of the way and fairly secluded so he could sulk without anyone bugging him, Vergil made his way to an empty picnic table, his lunch consisting of a simple salad and a bottle of water.&nbsp; Playing with his food a bit, Vergil sighed and wondered, and not for the first time that day, if he was truly losing it.&nbsp; Normal people didn't see blood dripping out of the walls.&nbsp; Looking up to the roof, the boy thought he saw one of his dorm mates pass by up there but he wasn't sure.&nbsp; Considering his morning, he could have been seeing what he wanted to see for all he knew.<br><br>((For Mab if she reads more in the book.))<br><br>June 16th, 13 years ago...<br><br><em>A month and some some change ago saw my grandson a year older.&nbsp; His parents had their careers take off about the same time, leaving me to take care of the little tyke along with the nannies and maids that work at the house my daughter and her husband bought a year ago.&nbsp; While I am glad they have had such a big success in their lives, I have warned them that money isn't everything, and my daughter Karina at least has gotten the message.&nbsp; I'm suddenly not to sure about the husband though.&nbsp; When they first met, I and the rest of the family thought of him as the same.&nbsp; Now, I am unsure what to think.&nbsp; I digress however, for this day was a happy occasion for Vergil, my grandson.&nbsp; He started his violin lessons two weeks ago, and he played his first full song today without missing a single note.&nbsp; Two weeks, and already he can play better than anyone I've seen for a long time.&nbsp; While I am not a big believer in Fate, I cannot help but wonder if she had a hand in his life, for even an old coot like me can sense untapped potential in my daughter's pride and joy.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 06:03:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn pretty much went straight to the roof for lunch. He always kept enough food for two or three days in his bags, so he didn't have to make any stops. He selected an unoccupied section of railing and enjoyed the view to the tune of his MP3 player and PB&amp;J sandwich. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 10:35:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mimiru actually remains in class until lunch period--perhaps feeling a pang of guilt for arriving late?--but as soon the the bell rings she's looking for someplace to go to skip class.&nbsp; The town's most likely going to be dead today, even Paulownia Mall is generally a ghost town during the day this early in the year.&nbsp; There haven't been enough borderline-dropouts and discipline problems formed yet to properly populate the station, either, which means the crowd there would be much nastier than usual; actual criminals and gangs, rather than kitschy ganguro girls, wannabe-thugs, and the like diluting the level of simmering violence down to an acceptable degree.<br><br>The rocker chick finally settles on just going up to the roof for now--shit, maybe she'll even go back to class!--to light one up.&nbsp; The fact Aryn is there doesn't really seem to bother her, she just lights right up and sits down on one of the benches with her guitar laid across her lap--one leg crossed over the other to get it up closer to her chest, skirt hiked up to keep it out of the way--staring out toward the bay.&nbsp; After a few puffs off her cigarette, she inclines her head toward him with a slightly worrisome manic smirk, "Any requests?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 11:18:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do free bird." He would quietly call out from his hiding spot, potentially startling the other students. Foreign pop culture held a casual interest to him. <br><br>He had heard them, though he didn't see them; coincidentally, they would not be able to see him until he had stood up, stretching out, his tasty bread devoured already. He was a fast eater.<br><br>He would step away from the spot where he was hiding, and be out in the open.&nbsp; He was hoping no one else would come up, but they had. Why not show himself?&nbsp; It would seem less suspicious that way.<br><br>Suspicious? He's not really doing anything suspicious. Not at all, in fact, but their goes his mind, running away with an idea. If one of them had heard or seen him where he was hiding, they'd just assume he was doing something suspicious, which would put him into the position of lying about doing something suspicious, or telling the truth and being branded a liar. Of coursed, their could be other ways that would end.. lots of ways, really. Not infinite possibilities, but it might as well be. Dozens of thoughts are entertained in as many seconds, trains of thought that ended as soon as they began, or that went on to a logical end. <br><br>Shine was, to be blunt, possessed of a brilliant mind. Unfortunately, their are many sayings that can be applied to him... a fire that burns twice as bright burns out twice as quickly, for instance... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 14:16:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tch, like I've never heard that one before..." Mimiru replies with a roll of her eyes, flicking the ashes off the tip of her cigarette over the edge of the roof.&nbsp; The young woman pauses in thought, staring at Shine while she twirls the lit cancer-stick around in a slow circle with her knuckles, taking another drag before she replies in a puff of smoke, "I've got a song for you, though."<br><br>The first few chords sound a bit off, and anyone who recognized the song would know why--it was really meant to be played with a strong bass accompaniment, and certainly not acoustically--but she seems like she's used to 'compensating' for those sorts of deficiencies, as she quickly settles into recognizable rhythm even without the bass-line.&nbsp; As she begins to sing, it's with a certain 'twang' distant both temporally and geographically, a sort of 'down home' Kyoto accent that sounds like it should be married to a biwa-player from the Edo period, or some colonial throwback; there's no placing it exactly, but it just sounds sort of old and earthy:<br><br><em>I heard your voice through a photograph,<br>I thought it up; it brought up the past<br>Once you know you can never go back,<br>I gotta take it on the otherside<br><br>Centuries are what meant to me,<br>A cemetary where I marry the sea<br>A stranger thing could never change my mind,<br>I gotta take it on the otherside<br>Take it o~n--take it on<br><br>How long, how lo~ng will I slide?<br>Seperate my si~d~e, I don't<br>I don't believe it's ba~d,<br>Slit my throat<br>It's all I ever--</em><br><br>The teen really seems to get into playing: about midway through she shifts both feet flat onto the ground and leans over the guitar a bit--careful not to spill out of her rather strained top--pulling the instrument in toward her stomach and rocking with it as she picks at the strings with bare fingers, marrying the speed work of an electric to the reverberating twang of the acoustic for the solos.&nbsp; Though, her concentration does seem to be largely consumed by the chords, as she only looks up now and again during the chorus to stare off the side of the roof.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 19:49:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn took out his earbuds and hummed along with the song, softly. He nodded to Shine, too. It was only polite to acknowledge someone when they are present, but he didn't want to interrupt the music by saying something aloud.&nbsp; Music was precious that way. It needed protection.<br><br>When the rocker girl finished up the song, Aryn clapped. "Interesting choice. Well played though, considering. Do you normally play under more accommodating circumstances?" He was starting to sound a little stuffy, trying to squelch the hope that was bubbling up within him.<br><br>"I mean, basically, do you have a band together?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 20:41:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would give Aryn a wave, acknowledging him silently, so he didn't interrupt once the girl started playing the music. He did not think that music needed protection; that implied that music was weak, and music was, in fact, capable of being a potent force. Well, that's his take on things, anyways.<br><br>He found a new spot, out in the open but distant from the others, and settled down once more. When the song came to its conclusion, he clapped appreciatively. He did not say anything, for Aryn had just asked the question he was about to. Instead, he simply sat there, watching them both, and awaiting her answer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 20:46:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even from his spot on the ground, Vergil could hear the girl playing from the rooftop, just barely though.&nbsp; It sent a thrill through his otherwise dead heart, reminding him that he had come a long way and that, despite his possible madness setting in, he wouldn't be giving up anytime soon.&nbsp; <em>Thanks...whoever you are.&nbsp; Thank you.</em>&nbsp; Vergil thought to himself before finishing his lunch and gathering his books and his violin case before heading off to where he hoped the music club was going to meet at.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 22:40:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki's face had been troubled through the rest of Math at the strange exchange. She wondered if she should tell the nurse on his behalf, but then she realized that she didn't know his name to begin with. She put the issue on the back burner while she went to the front steps to eat her lunch. Ryuichi had packed several boxed lunches for her before she left home and she ate slowly and methodically, just like she had been taught was proper for a young lady. While she ate, she listened to someone's song and hummed along to it. It was pretty good, even if the lyrics spoke of sadness and loss. She idly wondered if the girl singing it would be coming to music club today. <br><br>Once she finished lunch she headed back into the building and walked around some. She wanted to find the music club before she went to afternoon classes so she wouldn't get lost and miss it later. It was with surprise that she bumped into Vergil again. "Good afternoon! Sorry to bump into you. I was just trying to find where the music club would be meeting at." She looked at his violin case, and then pointed to the shamisen strapped to her back with a smile. "Are you going to join too?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 23:15:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vergil looked up and offered a weak smile.&nbsp; "Y..yes, I was thinking about it.&nbsp; It's...one of the few things...I still do..is play my violin."&nbsp; Recognizing the girl from Math, the black haired brown eyed boy sighed and looked away.&nbsp; "I'm..sorry about earlier.&nbsp; I guess...the stress of starting a new school...is getting to me.&nbsp; My name's...Vergil, what's yours?"&nbsp; He forced the question out, but Vergil felt a little better for the asking all the same, even if there had a been a lame excuse mixed in with it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 23:19:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh it's okay. The first day is always hard for anyone." She smiled and bowed. "I'm Ishinaka Miki. And I was serious about the tutoring if you need help. It'll help both of us to do better on the tests. But for now, how are you adjusting to Gekkoukan?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 23:27:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vergil looked at Miki's face and his usual neutral, expressionless face cracked ever so slightly into a smile at the offer.&nbsp; "I thank you.&nbsp; I'm finding my way around easily enough...except for a few classes here and there."&nbsp; As if uncertain about what he was doing, Vergil put his bag down for a minute and offered his hand to Miki.&nbsp; "Thanks and...I hope we have...a good year together."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 02:29:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not really," Mimiru replies, scowling a bit.&nbsp; The young woman crushes the butt of her cigarette into one of the potted plants near the bench, then straightens up her posture for a moment and wiggles her shoulders slightly, 'adjusting' her bust so she can reach down into her cleavage and recover the pack.&nbsp; Normally she'd just roll it up in her sleeve, but that would be asking for a little too much trouble at school.&nbsp; As she fishes out a fresh stick, she mutters, "I mean, I play with bands sometimes, but this far out from the Tokyo-Chiba sprawl things get pretty fucking lame.&nbsp; There's barely anyone in Iwatodai who wants to hear anything but anime themesongs and dance tracks."<br><br>Pausing for a moment to pucker out her lips and cup over the lighter to block the wind, making sure to puff a few quick drags off to get the cherry nice and hot, she glances up at Aryn more directly.&nbsp; "I mean, I play clubs sometimes and I can usually scare up some other instrumentals, but they're all over the place, right?&nbsp; They usually know a couple of Ikimongakari tracks and maybe some Linkin Park.&nbsp; God knows they can't read fucking sheet music to save their lives."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 02:42:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn frowns, disappointment clear on his face. "Can't even read sheet music? That is pretty bad. How did they learn to play at all then?" He shakes his head. He doesn't seem to mind at all the fact that they haven't introduced each other, or her cussing, in spite of his properness in front of others.<br><br>"Well, who knows? You're in the music dorms, right? You might find someone to compliment you. Even I know how to read sheet music."<br><br>Aryn said no more, even though it felt like a kind of awkward place to stop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 02:51:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mimiru raises an eyebrow, picking out a word and repeating it slowly, "Dorms..."&nbsp; Come to think of it, someone had mentioned the dormitory was supposed to be for students 'like her', but she had assumed at the time they meant something derogatory by that.&nbsp; The teen puffs on her cigarette again, introspective for a moment, looking Aryn over again with a more appraising eye.&nbsp; "You're a second-year student, yeah?"<br><br>"Oh..."&nbsp; After a moment, she lifts the guitar back up close to her, the body of it pushing up on the undersides of her breasts slightly, making them wobble faintly with the vibrations of the strings--definitely no bra.&nbsp; "The way they learn is they just try to play a song they hear, you know?&nbsp; They mess around with the instrument until it makes the sound they hear in the song.&nbsp; They just keep doing that until they know how to make all the sounds they need to play that song.&nbsp; 'Playing by ear' or whatever; they fuck up a lot that way, but sometimes they end up making some pretty boss covers of songs on accident."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:06:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh. Imagine that. Seems like the hard way around to learn something to me. Anyways, yeah, I'm a second year. We're in the same class actually. Aryn Hizurugi, a pleasure to meet you." He bows with a halfway sarcastic smile. "Don't worry about returning the bow, you might do permanent damage to your shirt."<br><br>He paused for a moment before continuing. "Do you tend to play more American rock? What are some other artists whose styles you like?" The way he asked implied that it was for more than idle curiosity. He looked down at his MP3 player he wasn't listening to anymore and turned it off. <em>'Gotta conserve that battery, never know when I'll need it.'</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:21:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Personally, I like playing things by ear. Then again, I also just like stringing things together until it sounds good." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. When it came to playing his instrument of choice, he could read sheet music, he could play some of the classics from memory, even. But he liked to experiment, he liked to try and come up with his own things, though he only rarely produced something that was, to him, good. <br><br>"I play the flute, by the way." He would explain, as he imagined that one or both of them would become curious about what he played. So he simply answered the question before it could be posed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:25:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mimiru sticks her tongue out at him, hefting the guitar up to the point that her raised breasts seem ready to pop out of her shirt in a rather impressive display of bunched-up cleavage, shaking her shoulders to make them sway back and forth slightly.&nbsp; "Yeah, yeah.&nbsp; Looking's free, smartass."&nbsp; The rocker wasn't really mad; it was her own fault for not paying more attention when she was getting dressed, and it wasn't like she didn't <em>expect</em> people to look when she was wearing this shirt.<br><br>"Everyone calls me Ru.&nbsp; Umm, well, that's probably not true, but you seem like a nice boy, you probably don't want to be repeating most of what they call me."&nbsp; There's a hint of pride in the way she says that, but maybe it's just punk-rock sensibilities; after all, 'punk' itself was originally a pretty offensive slur.&nbsp; Though, without the accessories she normally wears it's hard to identify her style of dress as 'punk' rather than 'slutty', admittedly.&nbsp; "I don't play with the same band very often, so...&nbsp; I don't know, I guess I've learned to play some of everything.&nbsp; You can't be picky if your drummer only knows Alumina songs, right?&nbsp; I play Japanese rock sometimes, too, and a lot of British shit..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:57:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn just grinned at her response at first. <em>'Kind of weird that I'm getting along better here than I was back home. Perhaps I was just surrounded by more poser types than I ever knew? So far everyone here has been okay with me pushing a few buttons right off the bat.'</em><br><br>"I'll take your word for it on what I don't want to be calling you, Ru-san." Aryn replied. "I wish I could say I could help you out with your playing partners problem, but alas at best I'm a passable singer. I'm not entirely sure why the school insisted I get put up with the musicians."<br><br>He turned his head to Shine, still smiling. "And you are? If I'm going to be bouncing guitar and flute sounds around in my head to get them to work together I may as well know who got it started."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:09:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shine, year two." He shrugs his shoulders as he introduces himself. He slowly walks along the roof, over towards the wire fence that they have up, and presses against it lightly, looking around the school grounds briefly. Then, he would turn his attention back towards the girl and boy who was up here with him.<br><br>"I imagine I will be seeing you both in music group later, then?" He would speak, without the wane smile he always wears leaving his lips. He was looking forward to it, something in the back of his mind telling him that this year was going to be interesting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:17:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah, I'm not really the club type," Mimiru replies to Shine.&nbsp; The music club didn't sound so bad, but she was rarely at school to the end of the day to begin with, much less around to do events afterward.&nbsp; "Besides, you two are already risking your reputation.&nbsp; Heh, you got any idea the kind of things people would say if someone caught you up here on the roof with me?"<br><br>'Ru flops backward to lay longways on the bench, staring up at the bright blue sky and lazily passing clouds.&nbsp; At least she's covering the angle of attack for anyone coming up the stairs: they'd probably have more to say about the fact they can see right up her skirt from that angle than who she' with.&nbsp; The punk girl laces her fingers at the back of her head, looking for a moment like she might fall asleep up there, lazily smoking and staring off into the sky.&nbsp; Actually, she didn't sleep more than a few hours last night, so it's a distinct possibility...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took his hand a little awkwardly, not quite used to shaking hands, and she bowed partially. "I think our year will be good. First year is the time to just relax and make friends. Have you meet Katashiro Kanashii? She's our senpai in year two and she's really friendly. You might like her. And I'm sure we'll both make friends at music club. I know! If Kanashii-senpai isn't busy this weekend, maybe we could all go out into town and explore. How does that sound?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:38:24</strong>
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				(Kari right?&nbsp; Myir's girl?&nbsp; Just asking to be sure lol.)<br><br>Vergil quickly let go and blushed a little as he let his eyes wander away from Miki's face again.&nbsp; He could never keep eye contact for long, even on his good days, this being one of his worse days.&nbsp; Still, it was hard to be so bleak with such a happy individual next to him, and Vergil was finding out he liked being around the girl.&nbsp; "I think so.&nbsp; She...seemed nice to my mother when I moved into the dorms last night...but I think that was just the public side I saw of her when parents and other superiors are around.&nbsp; Eh...I don't know.&nbsp; I guess...time will tell.&nbsp; As for...going into town...I think I'd like that a great deal...Miki."&nbsp; He hadn't gotten out of the house much...at all, so any chance to do so was welcome to Vergil as he led the way, (hopefully,) to the music club meeting place.&nbsp; "I hope...I memorized the map...correctly.&nbsp; I don't want to be late...for our first day.&nbsp; That...would kind of be...embarrassing...even if it's expected for us...first years."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:44:44</strong>
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				"Reputation, huh? What a novel thought." Aryn rolled his eyes. "I've gotten this far on my own, I'm not too concerned if popular opinion here is against me as well. Too many things of much greater importance occupy my time for me to spend any moment worrying over the opinions of the ignorant. Why, anything you're guilty of you'd like to warn me about before we go any further?"<br><br>Sore spot? Maybe. He didn't even notice Ru's precarious positioning.<br><br>"As for clubs, I was thinking of checking out the literature club. Reading is all I seem to do these days, might be fun. I might pop by the music club if that doesn't work out, but I can't see myself joining."<br><br><br><em>'Much too soon to sing again.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:51:31</strong>
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				"Hahaha..." He chuckled slightly as he listened to Aryn talk, and offers him a&nbsp; sheepish smile. "My thoughts exactly.&nbsp; The opinions of strangers count for little."<br><br>He would then&nbsp; look over towards the girl, eyeing her a bit longer than he really needed to, but not being nearly as lecherous as many other students would be. More curious, really. "You're not the only one they whisper about." He would say as he started to listlessly move about the roof, as if unable or unwilling to just be still.<br><br>"People have finally stopped talking about me, it seems.&nbsp; Still hear the occasional rumor, though. I actually think it's kind of funny that most people have nothing better to do than gossip. Funny, but also sad." He would say with the slightest hint of a sigh.<br><br>On an entirely unrelated note, he was currently wishing he had a juicy peach to eat. The bread had been tasty and filling, but he was in the mood for fruit. Maybe he'd swing by a store on the way back to the dorms and pick up some. Or maybe he'd just settle for some peach flavored candy or drink to satisfy his craving. Or, perhaps, he could just ignore it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:58:47</strong>
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				Mimiru holds her cigarette out at arm's length, considering the burning cherry for a moment contemplatively.&nbsp; The tone she takes is even, a bit amused perhaps, "Nah, just the last time someone caught me up here playing for a couple of boys, by the end of the day the rumor turned into, 'Ru got caught taking it up the ass on the roof while Shinji blew all over her face'.&nbsp; Oh, and did you hear the one about how I poured a drink on someone in Escapade and lit 'em on fire?&nbsp; I think it was supposed to be my ex-drummer who was cheating on me, or some dramatic shit like that..."<br><br>The rocker doesn't seem overly bothered by it, though she does take a moment to pull a long drag off her cigarette before concluding, "People around here have pretty fucking boring lives.&nbsp; They like to think all kinds of dramatic shit happens when they aren't looking, so they don't have to think about how miserable their own lives are.&nbsp; Pretty god-damned depressing, innit?"<br><br>Mimiru, perhaps unsurprisingly, doesn't go in for the stereotypical white cotton schoolgirl panties.&nbsp; Rather, she's wearing a little black satin thong that clings tight and seems to all but disappear between her round buttcheeks.&nbsp; The teen hasn't noticed Shine peeking--distracted by the way her exhaled smoke plays off the passing clouds through the miracles of deceptive depth, probably--though she does shift a bit, letting one leg drape off the side of the bench lethargically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 05:21:01</strong>
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				(Nope. Mab's girl.)<br><br>Miki nodded and smiled. "Oh, I'm sure she meant it. Has she introduced you to Tsukiko and Rue yet?" She followed along behind him, not really seeming to pay too much attention to where they were except for the occasional glimpse at her map. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 05:30:55</strong>
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				"Briefly if at all."&nbsp; Aryn and Shine, he was hoping was who Miki meant.&nbsp; He didn't remember their last names at the moment, if he ever got them at any rate.&nbsp; "I must have been thinking about...the girl that is in charge of our dorm.&nbsp; I don't believe...I've seen her yet."&nbsp; Vergil finally said, feeling like an idiot for making such a simple mistake.&nbsp; "Sorry...I'm bad with names..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 05:32:46</strong>
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				"Depressing is one way to put it, yeah." Aryn reached down for his bag, slinging it over his right shoulder. "Although there's a certain irony in talking about people talking about people. Anyways, I'm gonna head back to class. It was nice meeting both of you."<br><br>There was still a decent bit of time before classes would be resuming, but Aryn felt he would need a minute or two to clear his mind. He put his right hand over his left shoulder, as though it was pained by something.<em> 'Life must continue. I will excel. I will bring honor to their memories.'</em><br><br>He headed straight back into his classroom and sat down in the same seat as before, pretty close to the center of class. Taking out his not-for-class notepad, he opened it up and began writing again.<br><br>Cursed for an eternity<br>Our hearts, our souls<br>Dreaming of insanity<br>Lusting after paradise<br><br>I'll bring you a new kind of hope<br>One that thrives on agony and pain<br>Take my hand, I'll see you through<br>We'll wash away this moment of shame<br><br>He closed the notebook and put it away. Popping his earbuds back in and turning on his MP3 player, he let his music wash the world away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 05:43:48</strong>
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				Shine kind of shook his head as Ru mentioned that one particular rumor. "Ahh. The big one everyone was whispering about me is that I was in Uenai hospital." Uenai was a mental health hospital... aka, insane asylum.&nbsp; "Not sure where people got that idea from..." he would shrug his shoulders, and watch Aryn as he left.<br><br>Hmm, was it almost time already? He would take out his pocket watch, which was attached to one of the belt loops on his pants by a sterling silver chain. "Damn, time flies. Catch you later, Ru-chan." He would give a friendly wave to her as he headed back down.<br><br>Unlike Aryn, he did not go back to class immediately. Instead, it was off to the bathroom, to deal with those pesky biological processes that all living creatures have to put up with.&nbsp; And to wash up, of course. His hands are practically red as he comes out of the bathroom, because of just how hot the water was he used when washing his hands. But it would fade away in a while. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 06:19:55</strong>
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				"Oh no problem. I'm sure she'll introduce you later. And as for the girl in charge of our dorm, I haven't met her yet but I'm sure I will at some point. Oh. I think this is the room." She pointed to a door on her left, holding up her map. "I think this is where the Music Club meets. But we'd better get back to class before we're late." She looked at her map again. "It looks like our class is...this way!" She pointed to some stairs. "Let's go Vergil-kun!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 06:24:00</strong>
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				Vergil nodded and let Miki lead the way this time.&nbsp; At least they had found the place before they were required to do so later.&nbsp; Miki was a nice person to be around, Vergil was starting to find as he kept up with the girl, both of them carrying a little more than half their weight in books and musical instruments.&nbsp; "I am...strangely enough...looking forward to it."&nbsp; He replied, holding the door open for Miki when they reached the classroom a few minutes before the bell rang.&nbsp; Nothing strange happened the rest of the day, and he was starting to wonder if he hadn't still been asleep at the time the more the day wore on.<br><br>((Not sure what to say exactly lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 06:33:11</strong>
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				Miki smiled at Vergil's politeness, then seated herself in the class. She'd spent the rest of the afternoon classes&nbsp; taking notes in a painstakingly neat way, seeming to be lost in whatever the teachers were saying. She never looked up from her desk except for once, during Science, to make sure Vergil was doing okay. <br><br>Once classes were done for the day she'd go up to Vergil's desk. "Well, time for club! Let's go! And...was everything okay? No more hallucinations?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 06:40:26</strong>
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				When classes were over, Vergil stretched before getting up and turned around to see that Miki was standing by him again.&nbsp; When she asked him if he had seen anything else, he wasn't sure if he was happy she was worried or offended by the question.&nbsp; "No..nothing else like that first one."&nbsp; He had been taking notes as well, hoping he got everything so if anything strange did happen, Vergil wouldn't have noticed it most likely.&nbsp; "I never...had that happen before...today and...possibly last night.&nbsp; I am still not sure if I was dreaming or not at the time."&nbsp; He explained to Miki as best he could about the dream he had had, if that was what it was the night before while walking to the music club the whole time.&nbsp; He finished a little before they reached the door, enjoying Miki's company despite the strangeness that at the moment held them together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 09:34:00</strong>
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				Aryn stayed in his classroom for a few minutes after the bell rang, finishing up his notes and packing his things. He liked to wait a little while for the traffic in the halls to lighten up a little. He watched as people filled out, staying in his seat. He looked down at his shadow, which obediently remained attached to his feat. <em>'Did that really happen? It's just too weird. Maybe I really did fall asleep. Then again, Smith-san had some kind of experience too, right? Hmm. I wonder if he prefers to be called Vergil rather than Smith? Maybe I should ask him next time.'</em> <br><br>That tangent took him ever farther from the subject of his shadow. <em>'It does seem like I'll be staying with alot of musically inclined people. I wonder what&nbsp; they'll make of me, since I won't be performing? It seems like an easy way to get ostracized. Not like that really matters, but they seem like decent enough people. It would sort of be a shame if even now I couldn't have a few friends. Especially now. Music club. Hm. Maybe I'll just sit in for now.'</em><br><br>Even as he reached a compromise, he stayed in his desk for a fair while. After what was probably a good twenty minutes he finally got up and proceeded to lurk about the music club's activities, staying in the background and declining any requests to participate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 09:51:45</strong>
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				Mimiru eventually awakens from her nap on the rooftop and heads back down into the school, making a beeline down the stairs toward the exit.&nbsp; As she goes, though, she overhears a couple of third-year girls standing at their lockers whispering to one another while she passes:<br><br>"That's the one Tomoe-chan is always hanging around?&nbsp; No way!&nbsp; She looks like a total tramp!"<br><br>"No kidding, right?&nbsp; Tomoe-chan must be a little slut, too.&nbsp; You can't always judge by looks and grades, huh?"<br><br>The punk rock girl didn't stop, or even pause for a tic; she just reached over mid-stride and put her hand on the back of the second girl's head, and then introduced it unceremoniously to the door of her locker.&nbsp; Truth be told, she didn't slam her head <em>that</em> hard--she isn't even bleeding!--but the combination of the extremely loud, hollow bang and the tendency of teenage girls to overreact to any sort of physical contact leads to quite a scene, with the offended girl howling and her friend clutching her protectively, shouting after Mimi, "You psycho bitch!&nbsp; Someone should call the cops on you!"<br><br>Mimiru didn't even turn around to face her as she continued on her way.&nbsp; She just brought one hand up and pantomimed a quaking duck with her fingers and thumb over her shoulder.&nbsp; "Yeah, yeah," she replies in a completely dismissive tone, trying not to smirk.&nbsp; "I'm going, I'm going.&nbsp; Tell the disciplinary committee I'll be at Escapade tonight if they want to drop their pea-sized balls and say hello."<br><br>That was slightly satisfying.&nbsp; Though...&nbsp; now that she thinks about it, she isn't going to have the school trying to call her mother and getting call-forwarded to an uncaring secretary, this time.&nbsp; They're probably going to call whoever's in charge of good order and discipline at her dorm, who <em>might</em> actually pick up.&nbsp; Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 10:00:49</strong>
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				He tried not to think about it. He really didn't want to admit to himself that he could be slipping again. No. He would conquer this problem, and he would go on to finish school, and... maybe he'd go to college. Or perhaps he'd pursue a musical career. He would do something, but the one thing he wasn't going to do was fall apart again. <br><br>He could do this, he told himself. A few slips now and again he can handle, because he knows when he's slipping... just minor set backs, he assures himself. Though, still... this early in the school year? That didn't bode well.<br><br>When classes ended for the day, he had, much like Aryn, waited for the students to file out, first.&nbsp; He slowly rose at his own casual pace, and would give a fair well to his teacher as he stepped out into the hall. His messenger bag hanging around him loosely, he would walk up to the roof. He hadn't seen Ru come down earlier when he did, and was worried she might still be sleeping up there. But she wasn't. Seems he missed her again. Oh well.<br><br>With a slight shrug, and the tiniest hint of a bounce in his step, Shine would make his way to the room where the music club was meeting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 22:12:33</strong>
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				Miki nodded. "Okay. Well, you be sure to rest well tonight. It might have been caused by lack of sleep or something. I know the first few days are always hectic." She gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, then waved to the others she recognized. "Shine-senpai! Aryn-senpai! Good to see you here!" She smiled and then went inside to sign her name on the club register. She proceeded to bow to the teacher with the bunny ears attached to a headband she was wearing. They matched the rabbit-paw gloves on her hands. It was the oddest thing she'd ever seen but it wouldn't be polite to comment. <br><br>"Miki-chan is it? Would you like to demonstrate your ability?"<br><br>"Yes, Naoko-sensei." Miki removed her shamisen and it's matching bachi and then began to tune the instrument. She folded her legs under her and closed her eyes, beginning to pick out a soft, quiet melody that she was fond of. The music flowed from the strings in a gentle tinkling sound, like the sound of rain on stone. As she strummed, she hummed the words of a lullaby she remembered from her own youth, singing in time to her instrument.<br><br>The sudden screaming in her ears startled her out of her rhythm. She sat bolt upright, eyes open and widening. <em>What is that?! Where is it coming from?!</em><br><br><strong><em>Don't you know?</em></strong><br><br><em>What?</em><br><br><em><strong>You can't tell me you don't know what's going on, Little Miss Perfect.</strong></em><br><br><em>The room swam before her eyes like a mirage. The walls began to weep, trailing a sticky dark-red substance that stank of iron and...something else. The smooth white walls began to burn, crisping away to reveal a shiny black mirror. She could see herself in the walls now, shaking in terror as her many reflections began to twist, each facet reflecting something different and then shifting again before her eyes could adjust. Sweat and flame filled the air, lighting the yen coins that fell from nowhere into flaming incandescence. The molten metal was falling on her, burning away her skin, while in the distance a shadowed woman on a throne of shattering mirrors laughed and laughed....</em><br><br>She sat there on the floor of the Music Club room, hunched over her shamisen, almost prostrate, and screaming incoherently.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 22:20:32</strong>
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				Vergil signed his name right behind Miki, bowing to the teacher and not commenting at all other than to say a simple hello.&nbsp; Seeing Aryn and Shine did lift Vergil's usual sour mood, but he only offered a small smile their way, keeping his eyes to the floor.&nbsp; When the woman asked Miki to go on and demonstrate what she had to offer, Vergil sat in a nearby chair and put his books and violin case within easy reach when and if he was called up today.&nbsp; Listening to Miki play her choice of instrument, (post a pic if you can Empyrean, never heard of it lol,) the expressionless facade he wore cracked again as he started to hum in tune with her song.&nbsp; Then the screaming started as Miki hit the floor in a heap.&nbsp; Vergil was the first to get to her side, wondering if this normal or not.&nbsp; "What the hell is going on?!&nbsp; Someone get her to the nurse!&nbsp; Miki, what's wrong?!"&nbsp; It took a long time for Vergil to realize it was he that was shouting the orders and asking the questions.&nbsp; He didn't care at the moment though as he tried to pick the girl up and lug her to the nurse's station by himself if he had to.<br><br>((I didn't know what else to do lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 22:27:37</strong>
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				(Here's a pic of the shamisen. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shamisen (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shamisen))<br><br>Miki looked up at Vergil with wide, unseeing eyes for a long moment, still screaming as she felt the molten yen burning against her. Then the screaming stopped, both hers and the voice in her head. The room shimmered, and all was normal again. She blinked rapidly, tears coming to her eyes.<br><br>"Vergil-kun? Wh...what happened? Why am I on the floor?" She shook her head slowly, as if coming out of a daze. "What happened just now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 22:35:18</strong>
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				"You...just started screaming and hit the floor in a heap."&nbsp; He said, locking his eyes with her and reaching out to wipe the tears away before he stopped himself.&nbsp; He was starting to become too attached...too close again.&nbsp; He couldn't risk another tragedy...could he?&nbsp; "I'm...glad you seem to be ok now at least."&nbsp; Vergil finally said, his zombie expression falling back into place as if someone had pulled a mask over his face again as he got up and sat back down.&nbsp; Why was he thinking of his nightmare and the blood on the whiteboard?&nbsp; Because this felt like those two instances all over again.&nbsp; He wasn't going to ask here with so many people nearby, but he looked to Aryn nodded once all the same, wondering if he was thinking the same thing he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 00:04:26</strong>
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				Shine would nod and wave to those who entered, offering the ones he knew a quiet "Hello". He hadn't signed up yet, he was observing the class to see what it would be like this year.&nbsp; Once he had a feel for how things might be this year, then he would decide wether to sign up or not.<br><br>When the screaming started, he flinched and stood up, but Vergil got to her before him, and, seeing that Vergil seemed to be able to handle things, he settled back down. <br><br>It struck him as odd. What had happened? Stage fright, maybe? But that seemed unlikely. He was not thinking along the same lines as the others. He hadn't seen anything odd since last night, and&nbsp; that he attributed to his problem. No matter, it seemed like she would be okay, and that was good. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 01:03:55</strong>
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				"Ishinaka-san, Smith-san." Aryn smiled and nodded to them both in turn, although he sort of hung apart from the group. It was a pleasant atmosphere, he thought, a room filled with musicians. Would the dorm be this way?<br><br>When Miki started screaming and Vergil called for someone to get the nurse, Aryn took up that task and bolted out the door. <em>'Damn good thing I spent so much time looking over maps.'</em> He got there fast, and got back with the nurse just as fast.<br><br>"Ishinaka-san, I brought the school nurse. How are you feeling now?" Aryn asked as the nurse began her work of looking the girl over.<br><br>((Shall I leave the nurse's diagnosis to you, Empyrean? :3 ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 04:59:34</strong>
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				Miki blinked, looking at them, then around at the class. "None of you heard the screaming? Or saw the mirrors? They were everywhere!" She looked more shocked then hurt, and the nurse examined her for a long few minutes before gently wiping away the cold sweat on her brow.<br><br>"Well, I see nothing wrong, dear. It's just probably just stress and lack of sleep. Why don't you go back to your dorm and relax, and if these things continue just come by the nurse's office, okay?" Miki nodded at the smiling nurse, standing up shakily. <br><br>"T-thank you sensei." She bowed to the nurse and the club, her face red with embarassment. "My apologies everyone. I'll try to do better next time. Thank you Vergil-kun, Aryn-senpai, Shine-senpai." She bowed to each in turn, then strapped her shamisen to her back, picked up her briefcase, and walked out the door very slowly, heading for the dorms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 05:15:01</strong>
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				(I missed a bit, I apologize)<br><br>Kanashii sighed, her eyes darting over the handouts and binders, the notebooks and textbooks all arranged neatly before her.<br>Homework. Work to do when at home.<br>But what if the person in question didn't really have a home? Were they still meant to do the work?<br>And what if they're home didn't really feel like a home at all? Wouldn't it just be more schoolwork then? Or would said person have to be at school for it to be considered such.<br>Kanashii shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. She was reading too deep into these things as always, best to just accept it and move on. <br>Her fingers and mind worked in tandem, filling out each sheet with ease and intelligence. Her homework was through before she'd even really begun.<br>With a content sigh, she gazed over it, checking it for errors.<br><em>You're so smart...</em><br>Kanashii paused and glanced at her bag where Rue-kun sat propped against it.<br>"Thankyou." She replied kindly and turned back to the papers.<br><em>The smartest of the dolls, Ka-chan.</em><br>She tensed then and looked back to Rue-kun, angrily spouting, "Don't call me that! It's not true!"<br><em>What? You don't like being a smart doll, Ka-chan?</em><br>"I'm not a doll!"<br>Yes you are. You've never been anything else but a doll. Look in the mirror Ka-chan. See your reflection, you're just like us. You've always been just like us. Daddy could never love you if you weren't. <br>Kanashii stood then, shaking her head, her slender hands pressing against her ears as if to block the words out though they rang true just the same.<br>As she stood, she moved, her eyes catching sight of the mirror set on the wall.<br>In the reflection, she was there, her skin like porcelain, her eyes like marbles, her lips but a painted on smile. She was a doll.<br>"STOP! I'M NOT A DOLL!" She screamed and her vision faltered, blurred, the room grew black for a moment, then lit again and became clear.<br>Her image in the mirror was normal. She was normal.<br>"What's happening to me?" She whimpered and stumbled out into the hallway of the dorms, landing on her knees, shaking her head and fighting tears.<br>"I'm not a doll!" She whispered to herself, willing it to be true.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 06:23:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"hey, wait up, Miki-chan. I'll walk you back to the dorms. It might not be a good idea to go alone." He would stand up, and without even really asking her if she wanted him to, she would find him following along.. first behind her, then alongside her. <br><br>He had a few reasons for wanting to help her. In the first place, that's just how he is; he enjoys helping other people,&nbsp; taking care of them. His outlook on life was that it generally sucked so much because people were too self absorbed, too busy going <em>me, me, me</em> that they never helped anyone else out. That lack of caring bred more lack of caring. He hated that. So what could he do to stop it?<br><br>He could preach. He could make pamphlets. But those things were stupid; people never listened, never gave that any attention. Besides, if he was busy doing that, he wouldn't be able to help other people, which, to him, would make him a hypocrite. So instead, he leads by example.<br><br>And nevermind the greater plan he has in the workings, there. He just plain enjoys it. He gets a sense of satisfaction, of a job well done, when he helps another person out. He's quirky like that.<br><br>And then, their's what she said. It made him curious. What if she had a problem like he did? If she did, then she especially needed help, and he would truly know what was going on. He had hallucinations, too... for a very, very long time, he's had to deal with them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 06:31:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vergil couldn't help but follow Shine and Miki out the door when he finally made up his mind.&nbsp; Catching up with his bag and violin case bouncing against his back again, the black haired kid trotted quickly to keep up before slowing down to match their pace.&nbsp; "You saw something, both of you."&nbsp; He knew they had experienced something similar to what he had earlier today, otherwise Vergil figured that Shine wouldn't have gotten up as quickly as he had to follow Miki.&nbsp; "I've seen stuff around here too.&nbsp; During Math and last night when I woke up to get into bed after falling asleep against my door.&nbsp; What is...going on in this school?"&nbsp; Was it just the school though?&nbsp; Vergil wasn't sure, but he never had an issue like he had until yesterday and today.&nbsp; Something was wrong, something was horribly wrong, and he was bound determined to find out what it was.&nbsp; Even if that meant letting these two get close enough to him to risk being hurt again, Vergil would do his best to understand what was going on.&nbsp; First though, he needed to be sure they were on the same wavelength.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 07:55:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn shook his head as the three of them left the room in turn. <em>'Why are all of them leaving? They were practically the reason I came. Pah, I'll just go sit in on the literature club like I was originally planning.'</em><br><br>In less than an awesome mood, Aryn made his way over to the Literature club's room, and he proceeded to talk to the members there. He held off on signing up, but he still made his presence known, much more so than he had been in the music room. He burned time there for an hour or so before heading back to the dorms.<br><br>He took the long way through the strip malls, stopping by and getting a small snack. <em>'I wonder what I'll do with my alternative days... maybe just study? It never hurts to be prepared, that's for sure.'</em><br><br>He tried to take his time, getting to know what the area looked like and enjoying his time outside while the weather was still nice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 09:19:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mimiru returns to the dorms right after school to get changed, knowing she's going to need a while this time around.&nbsp; The shared bathrooms would be an annoyance, too, but it's something she's going to be dealing with, so she decides to go ahead and get it over with.&nbsp; Besides, first and foremost she needs a nice, hot shower.<br><br>Mimiru gathers up her supplies--a tote bag full of them, from actual shower kit to grooming tools and a veritable arsenal of hair-care products--and heads to the communal bathroom, making her way to the shower area.&nbsp; The punk girl drops her bag on the bench running the length of the shower-stall 'hall' and begins to undress, hanging up her towel on one of the hooks outside the stalls.&nbsp; There doesn't seem to be anyone around, which is nice--she's not really experienced in public shower etiquette--so she strips down right there in the passage before cranking on one of the showers, remaining outside the curtain for the moment with one arm stuck in to test the water until it levels out at an acceptable temperature.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 20:17:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh! There's no need, but thank you Shine-senpai." She gave him a wan smile, about to say something else when Vergil ran up. "Vergil-kun? Shouldn't you..." She stopped as he spoke, and then swallowed heavily.<br><br>"Well yes. I saw the..." She looked around the hallway. There were still students going back and forth to the various clubs and she lowered her soft voice even further, audible only to Vergil and Shine. "I was hearing screams. And there was blood everywhere. At least I think it was blood. It was red and smelled like...hmmm. Metal is the best word I can think of. The walls became these black mirrors with images that I couldn't make sense of, and money was falling everywhere, but it was on fire and it burned me." She shook her head softly, trying to make sense of it. "And there was a voice too, and a woman sitting on a throne of mirrors but I couldn't really see her too well. That's all I remember." She coughed lightly then. "But I'm not crazy! Really! And neither are you, Vergil-kun. It must be what the nurse was saying. We just haven't adjusted well to the transfer yet. If we both rest and eat well, surely these disturbing things will stop happening, right?" She looked at both boys with a frantic sort of hope in her eyes.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 21:20:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was quiet as he listened to them speak. If he was bothered by what she said she had seen, he doesn't really show it; he doesn't really show much, in all honesty, except for that slight smile of his. It was a mask that kept people from knowing who he was really was, afraid that they might see it, and then he'd be alone again.<br><br>Their was something wrong, now that he thought about it. Their had been something different about this last hallucination of his. Maybe their was something to it? His mind cranked away, churning out ideas. <br><br>"Maybe their's still chemicals in the air at the dorms from when they were cleaning it. Inhaling that kind of stuff might be making us hallucinate." He would finally say, admitting, indirectly, that he, too, had seen things.&nbsp; But, he decides, they won't ever know just how long that problem's been going on, nor would he inform them of his particular cause for suffering them.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 21:31:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't believe that Shine...and neither do you."&nbsp; Vergil said, his voice having a tinge of anger mixed in with it.&nbsp; "It's this school in general, or there's something coming that's just going to get stronger as time wears on.&nbsp; It...seems to attack us by...showing us what we fear the most or something.&nbsp; I..don't know but what I do know that I highly doubt it's chemically involved."&nbsp; He turned to Miki then and sighed before telling Shine what he had seen.&nbsp; "My own experience was similar except the whiteboard began to ooze blood and words formed in the stuff.&nbsp; 'IT IS YOUR FAULT' was what it said...and I have a good idea what...was meant..."&nbsp; Looking away completely then, Vergil didn't say more than that, his thoughts going to a day ten years ago.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:01:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His normal placidness is broken by Vergil's anger. If it's one thing that Shine can't stand, it's being around particularly intense emotions. "What, are you a mind reader?" He scowled, an obvious note of hostility in his voice as he snaps this at Vergil.<br><br>"Sounds to me like you've got a guilty conscious, and it's eating you up from the inside out. Find a way to fix it, or it'll destroy you." The anger dulls a bit, but is still present.<br><br>"Your idea doesn't work. I haven't seen anything that has so much as caused me to raise an eyebrow." And now he's back to being calm. Not quite happy-go-lucky as he usually is, but calm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:09:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I get the feeling you will before the day is over, and as far as being a mind reader goes, I wouldn't need to read your mind to know you're full of shit."&nbsp; Vergil snapped back, his anger taking a turn for the worse at the reaction he had gotten out of Shine.&nbsp; It had hurt because the guy had hit close to the mark.&nbsp; Besides, Vergil might be considered emotionally dead to most, but when one filters through, it's strong and not easy to reign in again.&nbsp; "You don't know a thing about me, so don't act like you do.&nbsp; We both have seen something and I'm beginning to think you have as well since you're so eager to brush it under the rug."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:17:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn was finally making his way back to the dorms, when familiar voices being raised caught his attention. Thinking something may have happened to Miki on the way back, he hurried over to where their exchange was taking place, although once he saw everyone was still standing, he took a moment to catch his breath before approaching them.<br><br>"Hey, is everything all right? You guys seem really tense." He seems to not have heard what was being discussed at all. ~
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:54:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With hurried hands and a racing heart, Kanashii stumbled back to her dorm and looked at Rue-kun.<br>"I'm not playing with you today."She announced, ignoring his pleas and stuffing him into her bag, before pulling out a different doll, another girl, this one with long blue hair and sparkling white eyes. Her name was Miyuki. <br>"You know the rules, right?" Kanashii asked as she dressed Miyuki up in a school girl uniform.<br><em>No calling you Ka-chan, or a doll?</em><br>"Yep! I think we'll be just fine Miyuki-chan." Kanashii sighed a warm note of relief and stood with the doll in hand, making her way out of her room and in turn the dorms.<br>It being Thursday, Kanashii found herself wondering if she'd missed the music club already, she hoped not but something in the back of her mind told her she did.<br><br>With little else to do, she left the dorms and proceeded to wander around campus, with no real aim or direction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 23:06:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ironically enough, saying that I don't know a thing about you indicates I hit the nail on the head, baka." He retorts, his patience starting to slip away from him. This is why he didn't like dealing with people often. They got on his nerves, and when people got on his nerves, it fucked everything up; well, that's how he saw it, at least. He didn't like the stress of the situation, it exacerbated his problem, but he was also just too damned worked up to let it go.<br><br>He shoots Aryn a glare when the other kid catches up to them. "He's just being a pretentious asshole." He nodded towards Vergil, hands slowly balling into fists, his attention fully resting on the "asshole". 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 23:23:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vergil started to turn away but then he shot back around when Shine called him an asshole.&nbsp; Balling his own hands into fists, Vergil charged at the guy.&nbsp; He stopped though as something seemed to freeze him into place and a voice echoed in his mind.&nbsp; <em>STOP!&nbsp; Thou art a fool to attack thy allies!</em>&nbsp; Putting a hand to his head as pain flared behind his eyes, as if his head was about to split apart from the voice commanding him to hold off giving Shine a beating.&nbsp; It didn't have the same feel as whatever darkness that was attacking them.&nbsp; It had felt...friendly, for lack of a better word.&nbsp; Looking to Shine again, Vergil muttered an apology before walking away.&nbsp; He was needing to lay down, his head still hurting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 23:32:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki had looked back and forth between the two of them as they argued, and fear had begun to chase away the shock. When Vergil balled up his fists, she reached out to stop him. "Please! No fighting!" She let out a deep breath when Vergil refrained from hitting Shine, but then looked to Aryn and then to Vergil as he walked away. "Vergil-kun! Please don't be angry with Shine-senpai. I'm sure we're all just...well, if we're seeing things then talking with words and not fists is the only way we're going to resolve the matter. If we're going through something it's better that we work together instead of fighting one another." <br><br>"Aryn-senpai, do you agree?" She looked at him. She was used to be the eldest. Being in authority over her unruly siblings. Now that there was someone older than her she felt a sense of relief bubbling up. Surely he could get them all to calm down and see reason. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 00:47:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn was not amused. "Yes, I do agree. Moreover, is this how you escort someone who has been ill back to their dorms?" The disdain was clear in his voice. He didn't care too much about whatever they were arguing about; they should have been able to keep it in check until a more appropriate time.<br><br>"Whatever strange occurrences may be abound, let it wait until we're someplace reasonable for the discussion. Ishinaka-san, please allow me to escort you the rest of the way as well."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 01:14:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm...sorry as well.&nbsp; This...has just been a stressful day for everyone...some more than others."&nbsp; Vergil said, stopping at Miki's request and slowly turning back to the others.&nbsp; "Shine...you were right.&nbsp; Let's...take this to a more private setting...as Aryn said.&nbsp; Does...anyone have an idea where we can talk without others listening in?"&nbsp; This was crazy, and Vergil knew it, but if they all were experiencing the same thing, then they did need to talk about it.&nbsp; But, as Aryn said, they should talk about this in a more private setting so as not to raise alarm bells.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 02:24:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As insane as it sounded, they were all right. Their must be something going on that's deeper than his having a relapse of some kind, and it didn't seem as if any of them were able to deal with things as good as he could. Then again, could he deal with them good, knowing that these hallucinations may not come from his own broken mind, but from some external force?<br><br>"I'm&nbsp; sorry." He would say sincerely, offering Vergil his hand so they could have a friendly handshake, and to try and show their's no hard feelings any more. If he didn't shake after a few moments, his hand would return to his side.<br><br>"I know some place quiet we can go. It's a bit of a hike, though, but I guarantee you no one will overhear us, and nobody's liable to come barging in on us, either. Their's an old shrine near here. If you guys agree, I'll lead the way." He liked his idea, but If somebody else had a better one, he was willing to go with that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 02:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vergil surprised himself and grasped Shine's hand in his own.&nbsp; While there was no strength in his grip, more from being afraid to get too close as always than any lack of physical strength, it still showed that he was making progress despite the craziness that was starting to bind them together.&nbsp; "It...is fine Shine.&nbsp; I have nowhere I can think of other than...perhaps the cemetery...but it is too far from here unless you have money for the bus."&nbsp; The same cemetery that his grandfather was buried, the same place that Vergil visited every Sunday afternoon if he could get away with it.&nbsp; "I am for going to this shrine you...seem to know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 02:44:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn raised an eyebrow at all of this. It really was rather outside of what he was expecting. Then again, he still didn't -really- know what they were talking about. Perhaps the key to the situation laid within the conversation they were planning to have at this shrine?<br><br>Only one way to find out. "Sure, if Ishinaka-san doesn't mind the detour. Are you feeling up for it?" He turned to look at her as he asked, concern still strong from what had happened at the music club.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 02:53:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the midst of her wanderings, Kanashii noted a small group up ahead of her.<br>Shine-san?<br>Miki-chan?<br>And two others that she wasn't sure she recognized. What were they doing?<br><em>Go find out!</em><br>She shook her head, feeling cautious. "I don't know, Miyuki... what if they don't want my company?"<br><em>You'll never know unless you ask.</em><br>"True...." She trailed off and decided that it was now or never after all.<br>Kanashii ran ahead quickly, stopping a foot short of the group.<br>"Miki-chan? Shine-san?" She said softly, shyness shining through.<br>"Uhm... What are you all doing?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 04:01:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think it is a good idea that we go and sort this all out now, while it is fresh in our minds. And...oh! Kanashii-senpai!" She blushed, not quite sure what to say or how to explain. <br><br>"Well...I wasn't feeling well in Music Club, and Vergil-kun wasn't feeling well earlier today in class. We both...well, we both experienced something very strange. It's hard to describe in words, so Shine-senpai suggested we all go to a shrine he knows of where we can talk openly and not disturb our fellow students." She bit her lip a moment, then looked back to Kanashii. "Kanashii-senpai, have you by any chance experienced anything...well...strange since coming to Gekkoukan? It might help us try to figure out what is going on." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 04:10:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanshii paused, both started and stumped by Miki-chans words.<br>"Something... strange?" Kanashii paused to think back on the events that had occurred as of late, with the dolls and the strange things they were saying.<br>She nodded, silently of course, not wishing to delve too much into what had happened, at least not here nor now.<br>"A.... shrine?" Kanashii clutched at the doll in her arms tighter, the last time she had been to a shrine was to honor her fathers death.<br>She wasn't particularly religious, after all.<br>"May i come along too?" She asked, after a moments hesitation. Maybe she could help. Maybe not. Either way, it was better than suffering alone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 04:14:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would like it if you did." She smiled at Kanashii and looked the others. "Can Kanashii-senpai please come with us?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 04:16:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure. Whatever's happening seems to be affecting all of us at the dorms... maybe the place is haunted?" It seemed like a semi-reasonable idea, though he also felt like he was kind of grasping at straws as he said that.<br><br>"Come along, guys, it's about twenty minutes if we walk at a steady clip.&nbsp; Their's a nice little spot along the way, with a dozen vending machines, if you guys are hungry or thirsty. And like I said, the shrine is quiet... I don't even think their's an official caretaker for it."<br><br>Assuming everyone agreed with this idea, he would take the lead of the group, and guide them towards 'his' shrine, where he spent so much time. On the one hand, he felt awkward revealing his little slice of Nirvana, but it seemed like it was needed. <em>Maybe this is the hand of fate, too...</em> he thought to himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 05:32:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Sorry, had to let my mom and bro on for a bit.)<br><br>Vergil followed, but he did offer a small smile to the group that he had managed to surround himself in.&nbsp; "I doubt it's just...the dorms exactly...although I am wondering if you aren't on the right track all the same Shine."&nbsp; He said, wondering what this shrine place was that Shine was taking them to.&nbsp; Making the trip was easy enough, although he wished he had left his bags at the dorms by the time they arrived.&nbsp; On the other hand, Vergil was wondering if it wouldn't be a good idea to start getting into shape if things got crazier than what they were already.<br><br>((Put a pic up or describe the place for us if you would my friend.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 09:31:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn nodded, to no one in particular really. "Well, I must admit I'm not totally sure I know what you guys are talking about, but I'm willing to wait until we arrive at the shrine."<br><br>Everyone at the dorms, seeing things? Ridiculous. Well, he'd hear them out all the same. Best if any unrest was nipped in the bud, so to speak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 09:45:52</strong>
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				Kanashii watched those in the group beside her with curiosity.<br>What in the world were they going on about?<br>Strange occurances? Haunted Dorms? Those things were probably made up ghost stories to scare new comers and the occasional gullable upperclassman, or at worst they were illusions in their head.<br><br><em>They're strange. </em>Miyuki murmured in awe, at their panicked state and self proclaimed heightened sense of being they seemed to be putting on about.<br>Kanshii nodded a silent agreement to her doll.<br>These people were very strange indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 10:30:02</strong>
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				Kari had done the usual the night before, taking roll of the students in the dorm and monitoring the halls. It was busy work to her, for she had things she’d rather do but really needed the assistance with funding her school bills. The young yankee knew that a job was a job, and this one was better than a majority of others. She could slack off if she desired too, and didn’t have to worry about hours and homework. If Kari really wanted too, she could have a full scholarship to college. But she didn’t want that, thus why she did enough to get a A-B average with her grades. She’d always been smart but wanted to live the life of the rebel. . .the bike riding yankee.<br><br>School was out now, and Kari really didn’t feel like attending clubs, so she quickly made her way back downtown. There was a shopping center, a shrine, and another shopping district she could go to. She was in a particularly odd mood day, so she decided to go to the shrine. She sat on a bench listening to the birds for quite some time within the park surrounding the shrine only to glance up and see something out of the corner of her eye. Darting her head around, her blue eyes focused on something shining on the ground. Standing slowly, she walked over toward it and saw that it was a small flash drive, one that was meant for a cell phone. And what was strange about it was that it was gold colored. Kari had never seen such a thing, and quickly stuck it into her phone to sift through it. if someone lost it, perhaps she would be able to find them by accessing the data right?<br><br>Her phone’s screen suddenly went black and a few words popped up on her screen. They were written in a strange font that Kari had a hard time reading but managed to understand what was written. <em>I art thou, and thou art I. Upon the square, six at struck, paths unwind.</em> it made absolutely no sense to her until she fully started to analyze it. There was a part of the train station where there was a large square hole in the ground before a giant clock. <em>This message must mean that. . .</em> She quickly thought to herself as she shoved her phone into her pocket, flicking the high collar of her red yankee jacket up. Briskly leaving the shrine, she noticed that a group of students from the dorm were also making their way toward the dorm. Clubs had gotten out and it would be six soon, she needed to hurry. Starting to run down the street, Kari ignored everyone she passed and headed for the clock tower.<br><br>She got there just in the nick of time and panted heavily as she glanced around. Kari had barely caught he train and now glanced up at the clock. And sure enough, just as the clock struck six and something did happen. Kari found herself staring at a tall boy beating up on a smaller one. Quickly rolling her sleeves up, she shouted and yelled at the guy to get him to stop to no avail. She was swiftly right beside him and landed a good kick to his face. After a few more swift swipes from the former biker gang girl, the larger boy was running off crying, bleeding all over the place. Standing triumphantly, Kari glanced down at the small boy and blinked shocked. She was transfixed with what she saw. . . The boy was transparent. Kneeling before him, she was unaware of how everything around her suddenly got darker, shadows dancing along the buildings and ground, blood forming everywhere as the moon suddenly appeared within the sky. The sound of the boys sobbing filled her ears, echoing throughout the area and she did her best to comfort him but to no avail. <br><br>Then the boy suddenly jerked his face up toward her. She now saw that his skin was black and that there was a mask over his face. Kari yelled frightened and leapt backward. The boy was crying at her and waving his arms which extended toward her. Almost panicked, realizing that this boy was not a boy but in fact a ghost of some sort, she screamed and tried to run away only to realize her surroundings had changed. There was blood splattered everywhere, bloodied handprints and writing on the walls all saying <em>You did it! You killed us!</em> It made absolutely no sense to Kari but she started to feel herself getting overwhelmed. <br><br>Running through the train station, she was yelling for help but no one was in sight. The streets were empty and she saw the moon in the sky. <em>This has to be a dream!</em> she thought to herself as she ran even more frantically. But eventually she was caught in an alleyway and turned around. The boy had been following her, but his height had increased, and his arms had multiplied. They were reaching for her, toward her, and she screamed out in horror. Kicking herself up against the wall, Kari screamed out for her life when she closed her eyes and cried out. “Tasukete! Onegai!”<br><br>The shadow-like boy with the mask suddenly halted and turned only to be obliterated by something even bigger behind it. Kari heard it’s wails and opened her eyes to come face to face with another transparent creature, this time it was in the shape of a wispy beast. She cried out and whimpered, pressed against the wall as the creature investigated her and appeared to be sniffing her. It slowly backed away and started to leave the alleyway. Slumping to the ground, Kari felt her body pumping adrenaline through her veins and quickly decided to try and run away. Just as she got out of the alleyway, the large shadow beast turned and pursued her, quickly smashing into her and forcing her to fall onto the ground. <br><br>Kari stared up at the beast and saw its mouth open, an endless pit of shadow and nothingness. She screamed out once more as the beast proceeded to bite at her head, preparing for death only to feel the sun suddenly on her skin. Kari was lying down next to the hole that was cut into the ground and stared up at the sun until it hurt her eyes. “:What. . .&nbsp; What was that?” she asked herself as she got up, wincing as she realized she hurt as if she had been ran into by someone. Whimpering a bit as she held her side, the yankee slowly rose and walked toward the dorm, her black hair thick with sweat from fear, her clothes also soaked. She continued to ask herself what in the world had happened to her.<br><br>Once within the dorm, she locked herself in the bathroom and ran the water over her fully clothed self. She was gasping for air, trying to calm herself but could not shake the fear that gripped her to the bone. Eventually she stripped her clothes and saw the massive bruising on her left side that she had landed on. it was incredibly colored, and clearly it was not something caused by a normal fall. Something <strong>had</strong> knocked into her, but what it was remained a mystery. Kari eventually retired into her room and locked the door, staring at the gold chip she had found. Deciding to hold onto it for now, she kept it in her phone and stared up at her ceiling in wonder. <em>What’s. . . What’s wrong with me?</em> she would ask herself repeatedly throughout the night.<br><br>Eventually it was time for Kari to go downstairs and wait for the students to arrive and sign in, so she slowly pulled a long sleeved shirt over her wounded arm and a pair of pajama pants. It was certainly odd to see her so covered, but she was still shaking from the encounter, abnormally pale in fear. Sitting on the couch wrapped up in a thick blanket, Kari slowly dealt with the students who came in almost in a daze-like state. She was clearly disturbed and was unsure of what could be lurking around the corner. Kari knew she had to keep it together, but she was so scared because she didn’t understand what had transcribed before her. Being surrounded by lots of people brought her some comfort, so she remained there in the lobby, waiting for students to return.<br><br>((Trans: Help! Please!))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 12:22:33</strong>
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				Mimiru finishes showering up and attending to her personal grooming, and begins to prepare for another night out on the town.&nbsp; Tonight, she's got an invitation waiting for her to Escapade.&nbsp; The upside was that Escapade was just about the nicest club high school students could reasonably get into, a bit smaller and cosier than most of the other local venues, with great acoustics.&nbsp; The downside was that Escapade was unabashedly a dance club.&nbsp; They normally just ran a DJ instead of live bands, and when they did bring in performers, they expected dance beats.<br><br>After some consideration, the rocker settles on a pair of pleather pants so tight they could be painted on, almost reflective in their shine, with lacing where the outside seams on the legs would be; at the ankles it's laced together tightly, like shoestrings, but as it approaches her hip the lacing widens out to leave a skin-baring gap a good three inches across.&nbsp; Paired with the pants she wears a black slip, spaghetti-strapped and made of a near-translucent material that thins to gossamer in places, giving the illusion it might be completely see-through when in fact the important parts are fully obscured with the fabric simply giving the impression of bare skin visible underneath.&nbsp; A black choker with an ankh dangling from it, a collection of wristbands and bracelets that combine to nearly form bracers, and a pair of platform-heels in with straps that criss-cross up over her calves complete the ensemble.<br><br>Thus prepared, she fetches a nice black-finish Les Paul and heads downstairs, where she can't help but pause at the sight of the visibly shaken dorm maven bundled up on the couch.&nbsp; "Eh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 12:33:49</strong>
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				Still on edge, Kari heard Mimiru's reaction to seeing her upset and slowly glanced up at the girl. Her paled blue eyes glanced over the outfit and immeidately put two and two together. Kari was still freaked out, but didn't know how to communicate what had happened to her. It was almost crazy what had happened, as if a dream but it couldn't have been. . . Right? Slowly rising from her spot on the couch, Kari kept the blankets tight around her frame and approached Mimiru before speaking. <br><br>"Going out tonight, Mimiru-san?" Kari glanced at her once more before taking in a slow breath. "Be safe and stick to lit streets. Call the police if anything happens." Kari immediately went back down to the couch and sat. She was in no physical condition to boss another around, yet alone mentally able too. Staring up at Mimiru weakly, she continued to keep an eye on the others and realized that her appearance was a bit upsetting. But regardless of what she did, Kari just couldn't get the terror out of her form as she remembered the masked boy reaching out toward her, and the shadow beast about to kill her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 13:42:54</strong>
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				Mimiru barely inclines one eyebrow at Kari as she walks over and gives her spiel.&nbsp; The teen isn't really one for <em>tact</em>, but then again, Kari doesn't look much like the sort of girl who requires it, so she cuts right to the quick, "What's wrong with you?"<br><br>Kari doesn't look so roughed up that she would assume she got raped, and she doesn't really seem like the <em>type</em> to get "date-raped" or whatever the popular term for it is now.&nbsp; Though she seems shaken, that doesn't really seem like the problem, anyway; victims are scared and confused, sure, but usually not <em>horrified</em>.&nbsp; The best she can tell, it looks more like the older girl had a bad acid trip and hasn't quite been able to reconcile the events with reality.&nbsp; "You look pretty fucked.&nbsp; Did something happen?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 00:03:41</strong>
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				Mimiru's blunt language caught Kari off guard, and made her break her inner thoughts. Staring up at the girl who stood before her, Kari felt herself starting to feel a little like normal, wanting to scold the younger student for disrespecting her. But even that inner smirk died quickly as her side started to pang in pain. Knowing she'd sound crazy if she did tell the truth, Kari straightened herself on the couch and tried to pipe off a response as she normally would.<br><br>"Watch your mouth to an upper classmate," she said slowly before flicking her eyes up to Mimiru's. "I'll be fine, eventually. Just really had the shit scared out of me, I guess you could say." Kari was partially telling the truth, for the encounter did scare her to death. It was the most horrifying experience she'd ever had in her life, worse than the biggest nightmare she'd ever had. But how could she talk about what happened? It was impossible. And people might see the bruises, she'd have to explain where those came from. "I ran into a rival gang." Kari said quickly, rattling it off as if she'd been in a massive fight. That would cover up the bruising, but not her fear. But it was all she could come up with in her frantic state of mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 00:58:58</strong>
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				It had been a very long day for Taijo. The young man had spent the majority of his day preparing the house so that his mother would be okay in his absence. Of course this meant gardening, massive cleaning, and some shopping all occurred before a heartfelt goodbye and a long trip to his new home. His mother was not feeble, but she was a small woman and had some limits on what she could manage. It is for that very reason that Taijo had stood with his mother for his first year of school, but now he had a scholarship and he could not pass up the opportunity. <br><br>Taijo had to take three trains to get to Gekkoukan’s campus. Coming from a smaller town it was almost a shock to be in a small city. There were so many sites to see he would have to schedule some time to see them. However, the young man did have a schedule to maintain so there would be no looking around now. He wore a light blue shirt and a pair of standard jeans. He didn’t feel the need to put on his uniform yet as he had just made it to school. However, it was safely packed away in a large black duffle bag he was carrying. The bag seemed to have what appeared to be a large wrapped stick tied to it. He also wore a backpack and carried a large Cello case with him. <br><br>His first goal was to find his dorm. He had been placed in the dorm for music enthusiasts. He was probably placed there because he played Cello. The funny thing was that he didn’t really like Cello. However, it was one of the factors that got him into this school in the first place.<br><br>He found his dorm and took a deep breath. <em> Here it goes. Welcome to your new life.</em> He opened the door to find a relatively empty lobby room. He walked in slowly, allowing himself a moment before he entered. He noticed the two ladies conversing. One seemed a bit shaken. He really didn’t want to interrupt them, but, as he didn’t see anyone else around, he left his bags near the door and moved closer to them. “Excuse me?” He said as he approached to two. When he saw how Mimiru was dressed he was mildly surprised, but when he saw her blouse he blushed a bit and turned his head away almost instantly. <em>I knew women wore more revealing clothes out here, but I had no idea they would be that revealing. I could see right through that! </em><br><br>He instead focused his attention on the woman with the blanket. She was fully covered and therefore safe to look at. “I am sorry to interrupt, but I am new to the dorm. Can you tell me where I can find the RA?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 01:08:10</strong>
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				Kari glanced up at the boy who spoke to her and blinked a few times. She saw the cello on his back, and the large duffel bag. Glancing to Mimiru, she gave her a slight nod before rising from the couch. "I am the RA," she said coolly before bowing her head in greeting to him. "Kasaro, Kari. I am a third year at Gekkoukan. I assume you are here to check in." Kari motioned to the office with her head and led the way to the back of the lobby. Slowly lowering the blanket to reveal the red pajamas she wore, she slowly rolled the sleeve up on her right arm and grabbed a pen. Going through some paperwork, she pulled out the series of documents that would need this new student's signature before she could give him the keys and a room assignment. Giving him a sign in sheet, she asked for his name and started filling out what she could on his paperwork then handed it over. <br><br>"You can select a room either on the top or first floors. They are mixed gender, but there are bathrooms for each that are separate. The doors lock at 10pm every night, but you can get in using your key. Also, quiet hours begin then, so no practice unless it's in one of the sound proof rooms, alright?" Her blue eyes stared up at the boy before her, slowly tucking her cropped black hair behind her ear. This was proving to be a sufficient distraction, her job making her forget about the terrifying encounter she had earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 01:55:31</strong>
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				Taijo was surprised that he had been lucky enough to run into the RA before anyone else. It would save him some time on his schedule. He followed Kari into the office and did as she said without a word. He bowed greeting her. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Kasaro-Senpai. I am Hanekawa, Taijo, 2nd year transfer student.” <br><br><br>Sitting down he read through each document quickly and signed off on it. He waited patiently for her to finish before responding. “No problem. I always practice from 8 to 9 anyways.” He said with a polite smile. “I think I’ll take one of the top rooms. I would like a bit of view. Thank you for all your help Kasaro-Senpai.”&nbsp; He waited to recieve his key then got up and prepared to leave the office along with Kari&nbsp; before he spoke again. “Kasaro- Senpai, do you know where there is a good place to eat? I haven’t eaten dinner yet and I am new to the area.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:13:41</strong>
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				Upon hearing his name, Kari quickly made note of it and looked him over. He looked clean cut, possibly from a very formal family. Practicing earlier in the day was good, he wouldn't keep people up like the person who had played the flute the night before. Hearing how formally he addressed her, she slowly glanced up at him and cocked a brow. "There's no need to be so formal," she said in a rather brash tone, part of her yankee past spilling out. <br><br>"Kari is more than acceptable. And if you have to add a title you can." Smirking at him gently, she slowly handed him his key for the dorm and led him upstairs to the empty rooms. "You can take your pick, just let me know which one and I'll give you the key to it. As for food," she pointed over to the small kitchen that was in the second floor lobby. "You can cook something but you need to clean your mess up when you are done. As for food that's faster, there are some places in Iwatodai." Kari quickly explained to Taijo how to get there on the bus and how his school ID would act as a pass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:14:01</strong>
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				While they walked, Aryn's patience ran out pretty fast. Time was precious, and there were always more things for him to turn his attention too. This had better be important. Then again, why wonder about it when you could ask?<br><br>"So, I don't suppose someone can summarize the purpose of this meeting, just so I know what you guys are going on about? What seems to be affecting most of us at the dorms? Did Shine have a strange dream as well or something...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:28:37</strong>
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				Vergil looked up to Aryn and nodded at his question.&nbsp; "Everyone here has had something happen...to them...in some shape...or another.&nbsp; Shine offered us...a place to talk about what we all seem to be...suffering from.&nbsp; I think...and I know how this will sound...because I feel crazy for saying it...but I think something's...attacking us purposely.&nbsp; Some dark...force or curse or something...is trying to make us succumb...to our worst...fears.&nbsp; Miki saw something in music...you know.&nbsp; I saw something in Math today...and had a weird dream last night.&nbsp; Ask the others and I'm...sure you'll hear similar...tales."&nbsp; Vergil replied, wondering what Aryn would think of all that.&nbsp; "Before you ask...I've never had an issue...until I moved out here to the dorms...and started my first...year in the school.&nbsp; I just...have my own problems...same as anyone else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:38:53</strong>
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				Taijo was honestly a little taken back by Kari’s brashness, but he showed no signs of it. He had been trained to be polite in all situations. Besides, she had not insulted him. She just told him not to be so formal.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Nodded understanding what had been said to him. He picked a room in the corner. He thought he might get a second window and more sunlight there. “I’ll take this one. Thank you again Kas…Kari-Senpai.” Tajo had been raised to be very formal and it was going to take some time. Nevertheless, He would respect Kari’s wishes. “I hope to see you again soon.” He bowed his head at the shorter, but older girl and took his things into his room. <br><br>He closed the door and looked at his room. There was a desk, a bed, some shelves built into the wall and two windows. He took a step in and in a blink everything changed. The world got strangely darker. The shadows grew longer and seemed to dance along blood covered walls. He was taken aback. He closed his eyes and shook his head and when he opened them again everything was normal. <em>Strange, I must be tired.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:02:34</strong>
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				Aryn frowned slightly at Vergil's tale. "A dark force or curse which is trying to make us succumb to our worst fears? Really?"<br><br>He shook his head. "Okay, what kind of proof do you have, other than two people seeing things within a day of each other? I mean, seriously? C'mon man, there's a thousand other, much more plausible explanations for what you're describing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:18:31</strong>
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				"Like I said before, personally,&nbsp; I think Vergil's just got a guilty conscious. Considering what he saw said he was responsible for something." He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to lead them through town, and towards the old shrine (the in-game one from P3).<br><br>'And I, personally, haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. Maybe you're both just taking your studies too hard? Stress can really do a number on your brain. You push yourself too far, and stuff breaks." He was glad to see that Aryn was skeptical of this. Shine, himself, was doubtful of it being anything supernatural; if anything, they might be "sick" like he is. Or hell, the thought crosses his mind, what if they aren't even there, and this is all in his head? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:27:28</strong>
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				"Wait a few days Aryn, more than your shadow will move on its own."&nbsp; Was all Vergil would say in reply to his obvious skepticism.&nbsp; The way it came out of Vergil's mouth also said that he believed quite strongly that something was out of the norm at the school as they finally reached the shrine.&nbsp; It was nice enough, and fairly secluded, but the teen wasn't paying much attention to the place as he glared at Shine next.&nbsp; "Alright, then...enlighten us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:37:34</strong>
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				Miki looked down at her shoes. "Well, the nurse said it might be stress and moving and all. I don't have any proof of it being anything else. I thought Vergil-kun might have just been tired too until I...well...what happened in the music club. I didn't have any dreams last night though." She frowned, trying to remember, then shook her head. "But what I saw in the club, it seemed so real. For a minute there I thought I was burning." She looked troubled and then sighed.<br><br>"I don't understand though. I felt fine yesterday and this morning, and all through class too. Why would I have that...that...whatever it was in club?" She sounded more than a little embarrassed and confused, and was shuffling her feet nervously now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:02:21</strong>
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				"Look, I'm not saying there's no explanation for what happened to you, Ishinaka-san." Aryn put his hand on her shoulder and smiled warmly to her before returning his gaze to Vergil. "I'm just saying that an evil curse out to kill us is going way to far way to fast. My little daydream notwithstanding, definitely not on a screaming bloody murder in music club level event. Humans are interesting creatures, lots of things can create lots of results."<br><br>"So let's <em>assume</em> for a moment that these visions, dreams, and happenstance are caused from external circumstances and that there's not just a stress related disorder that's creating all of this. You'd have to assume again to say that they're all connected, and assume a third time to say that it's some malicious force seeking our destruction. Don't you see how much of a stretch that is? I mean, haven't you ever taken a statistics class? Just because two things are correlated doesn't mean that one caused the other. Unless you have more to share?"<br><br>Aryn tried his best to keep his tone polite and reasonable. It would serve no one if they got all riled up again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:11:50</strong>
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				He rolls his eyes a bit as he looks towards Vergil. "You said it yourself. The board said something was your fault. If that's not a guilty conscious, then what is?" As he spoke, he would stop, more or less in the center of the shrine location, his attention fully resting on Vergil. Considering that the other kid almost hit him earlier, Shine is a bit tense, and fully expecting another swing to come his way, since he was saying pretty much exactly what he had said to provoke him earlier. It stood to reason that a similar result would occur, and it also was highly probable he would not hold back this time around. So he was ready for it.<br><br>"I agree" He would say to Aryn. "Mind you, I do think their's a lot of strange stuff in the world." His gaze would flicker back to Vergil. "Maybe you're just bored and want things to be spiced up?" <br><br>"Anyways. Fact is, when your brain is doing too much, it gets overworked. You overwork something, it breaks. When it breaks, it causes problems. Pretty simple reasoning, right? Sunday's right around the corner, I suggest you both take it easy on that day. Make it as stress free as possible, and I'd wager it'll get better." His feelings were conflicted, and part of his facade cracks, and shows it.&nbsp; Unlike Aryn, his tone of voice changed noticeably as he spoke, going from nearly cruel and harsh, when he was saying Vergil was guilty of something, to be light and truly caring as he advised them to take things easy. Shine is about as capricious and temperamental as a spirit, they will soon find out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:29:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vergil is not happy about the way things are going.&nbsp; In fact, the black haired teen glares at Shine with enough hatred at being completely blown off like Shine had a moment ago to punch bullets through the guy.&nbsp; "Bored?&nbsp; You think...I'm trying...to get attention or some stupid shit like that?!"&nbsp; He'd had enough, not hearing the rest of what Shine said as he charged and this time, no one told him to stop as he tackled Shine to the dirt and swung to plaster his nose through the back of his skull if he connected.<br><br>((Sorry, brain's turning to mush at the moment.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:34:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And there he goes, just like Shine was expecting.&nbsp; Right as Vergil is about to make contact with him, Shine practically springs, jumping off to the side. Quick on his feet, he would circle around behind Vergil in only a moments time, and go to shove him in the back, with enough force that he is likely to knock the other kid down to the ground if the hit connects. <br><br>"The fact you're getting so angry about it just proves that I'm onto something!" He would shout. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:37:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Instead of falling to his back, Vergil rolls to his feet and quickly rebounds to come at Shine again.&nbsp; He had never fought a day in his life, and yet he was finding this easier than it should be as Vergil takes another swing at Shine, this time aiming for his stomach before twisting around and aiming a kick to his face if the first connects.&nbsp; "I know that I am not crazy and I sure as hell know I ain't trying to get attention you dickless asshole!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:49:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He is practically bouncing back and forth by the time Vergil recovers, looking ready to spring to either direction. Shine's been in a few scraps before--though nothing serious-- so he's a bit more familiar than Vergil is. Marginally. And even when he's amped up on adrenaline, he doesn't stop thinking. His mind was his greatest asset.&nbsp; And one thing he knows is the value of dodging. Not only&nbsp; did it protect you, but it placed you in a position to more readily attack your opponent.<br><br>He goes to dodge again, but he's a bit slow, the bouncing actually working against him by some fluke of timing. He had only begun to move when the punch connects, so rather than hitting his stomach, it connected with his side. Still, he was pumped up on adrenaline, and it hardly slows him. The kick he is able to dodge, since he is still moving.<br><br>As he practically danced around Vergil, he would once again go in to shove him, from the side,&nbsp; trying to knock him down, or at least, keep him off balance. Unlike the other kid, Shine had no interest in truly hurting Vergil. He was motivated by the urge to protect himself, and to just trounce Vergil enough to make him give up on the fight. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:50:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn comes up behind Vergil, reaching to grab him. "Put a stop to this childish display! Look. I'm going back to the dorms, and god willing I'm taking Ishinaka-san back with me. If you're going to kill each other, I'm just going to call the police and have you restrained."<br><br>Letting go (assuming he caught hold in the first place x3 ), Aryn turned back to Miki and bowed to her. "I'm sorry you had to come all this way when you must still not be feeling the best. Let's go back to the dorms for now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:55:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once Kari was sure that Taiji was fully fine on his own, she had given him his key and quickly went back to the first floor. Being around others was what could distract her now. After swiftly retrieving her blanket from her desk in the office, she quickly went back to the couch and wrapped herself up in it. Shivering a bit when she felt her side hurt, she glanced over at the other people then down at the floor. Her mind was slowly filled with the images of what had occurred, and quickly tried to shove it out of her head. Regardless of what she did though, it still crept back into her head. <br><br>Lowering her face so her hair covered it, Kari glanced around the lobby at all of the smiling students and wondered if she was losing it. If bottling up her emotions and only relying on herself was finally catching up to her. . .causing a break down of some sort. The young yankee had never allowed herself to grieve over her mother abandoning her, for it was a sign of weakness. That was another reason Kari joined the gang, to get stronger so she'd never need someone else in her life. But now on the couch, she'd have given anything to have someone just give her a hug.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 05:09:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Being knocked off balance but not to the ground, Vergil regains his footing only to have Aryn stop him cold from behind.&nbsp; "Damn it, get off!"&nbsp; He tries getting free, but realizing he can't, he gives up the fight and slumps, suddenly out of whatever adrenaline rush had a hold of him.&nbsp; "Damn...it.&nbsp; Damn it...all to hell!&nbsp; Fine...but when things...get worse...I'll be there to say I told you so!"&nbsp; He says, fuming but not attacking anymore as he stalks off back to the dorms by himself.&nbsp; Things would only get worse, that Vergil could practically feel to be true, nevermind how he knew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 06:03:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A rival gang, huh," Mimiru mutters, sounding thoroughly unconvinced.&nbsp; The punk girl remains impassive as the new student makes his way over and Kari becomes swept up in dealing with him, however, watching the older girl with a critical eye but no further challenges.&nbsp; Eventually, she decides to slip out while Kari is otherwise occupied, though the thought lingers in her mind.&nbsp; <em>What the fuck happened to her?</em><br><br>The generic advice Kari had given her played out in her head a few times on the way to Paulownia.&nbsp; Fortunately, the route to the mall was relatively well-lit and busy, anyway, so she didn't have to think about it overly much or make any special detours.&nbsp; Even so, she caught herself glancing at every side street and back alley on the way there, gazing over-long into the dark shadows in search of something she couldn't quite define.&nbsp; The memory of her little 'episode' coming back home the previous night kept insinuating itself into her thoughts, a nagging little voice asking her if maybe, just maybe, it was more than a mishap with an unknown hallucinogen.<br><br>As soon as she arrives at Paulownia Mall, she pushes the thought out of her mind.&nbsp; There's still an hour or two before Escapade really starts to get going for the night, so she decides to hang around and mall-crawl in the meantime, checking out the clothing and music stores.&nbsp; Maybe she'd even stop by Mandragora!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 06:31:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taijo was quick to start unpacking and getting everything in order. He had convinced himself that what he saw earlier was just because he was fatigued so he didn’t really give it a second thought, but worked diligently. Once everything was in place he began to write his schedule. He left many time slots open for socializing and maybe clubs. He wanted to make friends, but he couldn’t do that if he had all his time prescheduled. Still, when he was done, it looked too empty. He comforted himself with the knowledge that it wouldn’t be for long.<br><br>He looked at the clock. There was still plenty of time to go and get something to eat before he had to get to bed so he got up and headed down the stairs. He noticed Kari- Senpai back on the couch again. He was going to wave and go ahead, but she didn’t look so good. He stared at her for a moment. Part of him thought he probably shouldn’t bother her, but what if something was wrong and she had no one to help. <br>&nbsp;<br>He moved over to her calmly. “Kari-Senpai, I know we just met, but are you ok? You seem distraught.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 06:31:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki had nodded and started to say something to Aryn and Shine when the fight suddenly broke out. She gaped in shock and began fluttering her hands, trying desperately to stop this. She wasn't used to boys fighting. With her sisters she had always been bigger and had the family retainers to keep them in line. Now she was at a loss. So when Aryn came up to her she grasped at his normality like a life preserver.<br><br>"Y-yes. P-please don't hurt each other you two. It's not..." She trailed off as Vergil stalked away and then she sighed and bowed to Aryn and Shine. "I apologize for being the reason this occurred. I will see you at the dorms." She would collect her things and wait for Aryn to walk her back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 07:02:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not your fault, Miki-chan. It's Vergil's for being such a hot head." He sighed, and shook his head. He watched them as they left. "I'll be by later. I need some time." He would say,&nbsp; wandering around the grounds of the shrine listlessly until everyone else had left. Then he would settle down in the shade of a tree that he was rather fond of, and took his O-juzu out of his pocket.<br><br>He would sigh again as he looked at the lovely&nbsp; wooden beads,&nbsp; rolling them between his fingers absent mindedly for some time, before he would look around again.&nbsp; It really was silly, what Vergil thought. Especially with a hot temper like that, who knows, the kid was probably a crazy, too. But what about Miki? It was odd, but... well, maybe mental illness is more prevalent than he thought.<br><br>And hell, maybe it really <strong>is</strong> something in the air. It's entirely possible. Slim, but still... no, no, he's not going to let himself get carried off on this line of thought. He'll drive himself crazy, and he still needed to take some time to relax.<br><br>He would begin to pray, using the beads as an aid in counting. "Om mani padme hum... Om mani padme hum... Om mani padme hum..." Over, and over, and over again. One hundred and eight times, he would chant this. As the chant progresses, he focused on it, and used that focus to help shed away all his other thoughts, and feelings, and to reach a state that was nearly blissful in its absolute stillness. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 07:35:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing Taijo approach her, Kari slowly looked up at him as he inquired about her condition and slowly spoke. "Oh, I just have a lot on my mind is all Taijo-kun." she said softly. Kari had spoken softly and soon snapped out of her daze, realizing she needed to keep her story going. "I ran into a rival gang earlier today, got my ass handed to me." She was back to speaking brashly, like a boy which was typical of the yankee girls in the biker gangs. Smirking a little, even though it was fake, Kari moved her hand behind her head in the typical Japanese fashion. Giving a sheepish chuckle, she smiled at him and tilted her head to the side. "Are you adjusting okay? I have a map of the city if you need one."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 07:53:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taijo was never the best at picking up subtle differences in a person’s behavior. However, the shift between what Kari said before and what she was saying now was too obvious for anyone not to notice. <em>She's lying and definitely acting, but why.</em>&nbsp; “I think I’m okay with the directions you gave me.”<br><br>He sat down on the coffee table and stared back at her. “I’m sorry, but it doesn’t seem like it was a fair fight. You shouldn’t beat yourself up about it, Kari-Senpai. I’m sure you were stronger than each one of those girls…Maybe you should go to the doctor so they can make sure you are ok.” He then looked down. He probably shouldn’t have said that. He was talking to an upper-classmen and it might have been disrespectful, but looked back up. He was sure he was doing the right thing. “I could escort you if you like? Make sure they don’t attack you again.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 07:58:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vergil walked in a moment later, having just caught the tail end of Taijo's comment.&nbsp; "What happened to you Kari?"&nbsp; He asked, forgetting all about the reason he had slammed the door as he approached the two.&nbsp; Seeing the new kid did give Vergil pause as he looked away and his dead look on his face appeared again.&nbsp; "Nice...to meet you.&nbsp; Kari?&nbsp; Did...something happen?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 08:11:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding to Miki, he began walking towards the dorms, looking back to ensure that the fight had really stopped. Aryn shook his head, and then massaged the bridge of his nose for the first few feet. "Hey, I'm sorry that things went like that. It's a good thing I came along, or you'd have been stuck there with them alone, huh? Are you feeling any better now? Just because I don't think it's an evil curse doesn't mean I don't respect that something happened that terrified you, so just let me know if you need anything." Aryn's warm, if slightly tired, smile carried through all of the previous events somehow. Strange people were a part of reality that you had to be able to deal with. He spoke softly and kindly, knowing full well that she was probably completely distressed by the actions of her friends. <br><br>"Still, that's part of the joy of coming to a new school, right? Meeting new people~" He grinned at his own joke, even if it was in pretty poor taste. "Can't always tell what you'll get into."<br><br>He stopped then, blinking. "Wait a sec, Did Kanashii-san come with us? Oh man, I forgot about her in the heat of the moment." He looked around to see what had become of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 08:20:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari nodded when Taijo said he was good with her directions. <em>Good,</em> she thought to herself. <em>He doesn't seem to be from the area. It'd be a good idea for him to adjust sooner than later to the city.</em> Watching him sit at the coffee table before her, Kari perked her brow curiously and watched him as he spoke to her. She immediately waved her hand dismissively as she heard the word doctor and couldn't help but smirk. <br><br>"Doctor? Me? Please!~" She laughed a bit to herself before eying him. "I will be fine. Just some bruising. I'd know if anything was broken." Kari then winced as she moved around. Indeed she knew nothing was broken, but damn did it hurt. Then when she heard his offer to escort her, she blinked a bit shocked. Kari had never had anyone offer to do such a thing, then she realized she wasn't wearing her gang coat. This kid probably didn't realize that she had been in one. <br><br>Smirking softly to him, she leaned on her elbow and closed the distance between them. "No one's offered to do that for me before. Normally I am the one defending others. And. . . I think I'll be okay." Kari didn't know if she would be or not, after all. . . What had happened was completely unexpected and caught her off guard. Perhaps the next time she got a strange message she'd be sure she wasn't alone if she decided to go investigating.<br><br>Seeing Vergil appear beside them and ask her about her condition, Kari immediately frowned and stood up off of the couch, waving her arms around. "I got beat up!" She yelled loudly so the whole lobby would hear, taking a typical yankee stance as she eyed the younger boy that had approached. <em>I have to keep what happened a secret until I figure out what in the world is going on with me.</em> She thought before speaking again once Vergil was done addressing Taijo. <br><br>"It happens in the gang world from time to time. I ran into some old enemies and they decided to take a pipe to me!" Granted it wasn't a pipe, but a shadow monster. . . Regardless it would work. Pulling her shirt up so her bruised left side was exposed, she started rambling off once more, speaking like a boy as usual. "See, they got me good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 08:41:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taijo was a bit surprised by her dismissal, but he knew she was putting up a front. Her body language was a clear indicator of that. However, he knew he should probably let her be. He felt bad for her though. When she said she had never had someone offer to protect her. It seemed as though she was really saying that she had no one to care for her. He would have commented on this had they not been interrupted by a somewhat rude and abrasive friend of hers. <br><br>Then things went further south when Kari got up to exclaim what happened. He winced at the bruise. Then he smiled out of embarrassment and scratched the back of his head. “Well, she seems like she is going to be ok.” He said to the new guy who had interrupted them. He stood up and greeted this new guy with a slight head bow. “I am Hanekawa Taijo, 2nd year transfer student. And you are?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 09:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm...Vergil Smith, first year myself."&nbsp; He said, bowing slowly but bowing all the same.&nbsp; Social grace was not his strong suit, but he was getting the hang of it.&nbsp; Turning to Kari next, he sighed and shook his head at the bruises, not buying her story for a second given the way she had snapped at him.&nbsp; "Gang related...huh?"&nbsp; He said it in a way to leave no doubt he didn't buy it for one second as he headed upstairs to his room, room 205 to be precise before shutting the door and locking it from the inside.&nbsp; He needed time to think and to get his emotions under lock and key again.&nbsp; Turning to his grandfather's picture, Vergil bowed his head and hoped and prayed, as he always did, that he was at peace despite the way he had left this world.&nbsp; After that was taken care of, Vergil finally allowed himself a chance to break down and cry, letting all of his suppressed emotions free.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 09:38:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taijo watched silently as Vergil questioned Kari one last time before he stormed off. He had not expected to find so much tension on his first day. Kari was hiding something, but Taijo could tell she wasn’t going to say a word about it to anyone. He waited patiently for her to finish her rant. Then he walked up to her. “Well if you would like to talk about it Kari-kun, I’ll be happy to listen. For now I think I am going to go get something to eat while I still can.” He smiled at her and started to the door. “I will see you later.” <br><br>Taijo walked out of the dorm and immediately felt a sense of relief. The tension in that place was way too much, at least after Vergil popped in. Taijo was also very hungry at this point. Thankfully he had scheduled free time for the rest of the day otherwise this would have been a terrible inconvenience. He took the route to Iwatodai, as he was told by Kari. Hopefully the rest of the night would go smoothly for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 17:13:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki nodded, then managed a small smile at his apology. "Thank you Aryn-senpai. I will be fine. You and the nurse are right and I probably just need to rest. I've been under stress for so long at home that moving to a new place probably just completely threw me off. I'll be fine, and if anything else comes up I'll be sure to let you know."<br><br>At mention of Kanashii she stopped and then turned back in concern. "Kanashii-senpai!" She cupped her hands over her mouth. "Kanashii-senpai! Are you okay?!" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 18:06:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing Vergil repeat what she had said almost skeptically, she nodded in an attempt to quiet his questioning. "Yeah gang related. Ain't ya ever hear of a yankee before? Cuz I got some scars I can show off to prove I was in a biker gang!" Kari knew that her jacket would alert anyone to her ties to the gang, but not wearing it now made me appear to be a normal high school student. Her hair was no longer dyed orange or cut in the strange fashion many yankee girls had. Instead, it was a shorter version of a yankee haircut and dyed black. Kari didn't like it if people knew what her real hair color was, for it was the same as her estranged mother's. As Vergil left, Kari took note of his behavior and assumed that something was going on with the troubled youth, and she'd have to figure it out later in the day if not tomorrow.<br><br>Hearing the male suffix added to her name brought a genuine smile to Kari's face. It had been a long time since she'd been called <em>Kari-kun</em> but it reminded her of her days in the gang when things were much brighter for her. When she heard him offer his ear to her, she blinked a bit as she adjusted her shirt around her hips once more. Kari wasn't used to people being there, or rather, males being there for her period. Her father had basically ruined her reliance on men, thus why she joined a female bike gang. Still lost in surprise, she snapped back to reality when Taijo said he was going to go get something to eat and nodded her head to him. <br><br>"Be safe, and remember the dorm locks it's doors at 10pm so you'll have to use your key if you come back after that." Smirking a bit as she gave him a short military-like wave, she slowly returned to the couch to stew in her thoughts about what had happened to her earlier in the day as she waited for the other students to return from their day at school, trying to immerse herself in her work to distract her distraught mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 00:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn shrugs. "I guess she's out of earshot. Do you have her phone number or something? I mean, worst case scenario is we go back to the dorms and look it up. I'm sure she's fine."<br><br>He starts to continue walking back to the dorms, looking to make sure that Miki can keep up. Searching for someone in a city, when they had little idea where to look? Better to get them to come to us, even if we have to give directions over the phone or something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 02:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki shook her head as she trailed behind Aryn. "No. We just met yesterday. I just hope she can find her way back. This city is just so large. Maybe we can ask our dorm-senpai to call her. They should have her number." She looked around at the streets of Iwatodai. "Have you lived here before, Aryn-senpai?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 02:58:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn shook his head. "I've actually been living out in the U.S.A. Last summer my family fell apart on me, and since I was born here, this is where my citizenship was and this is where they sent me. I'm lucky I do well enough for a bit of a scholarship or I'd really be in trouble."<br><br>He speaks without much emotional attachment, like for some reason&nbsp; his family 'falling apart' wasn't too big of a deal. "Anyways, I do agree that Kasaro-senpai should have the phone number somewhere. We'll make sure Kanashii-san is okay!" He finished with a big smile.<br><br>Once back at the dorms, Aryn scans the public area for Kari and approaches her as soon as he sees her. "Kasaro-senpai, we lost track of one of our dorm mates, Kanashii-san, some ways out of the way from here. We were hoping that you had her phone number on file so we could make sure she wasn't lost or something?" <br><br>He paused for a moment, then spoke up again with a slight frown. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to speak with you privately on some other matters that I witnessed today."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 05:14:51</strong>
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				Kari perked up when Aryn spoke to her, a small smile curling at the tip of her mouth as she glanced him over. He had spoken to her formally, and that simply would not do. Waving her hand at him rather energetically, she rattled off a few sentences before calming down once more. "Kasaro-senpai is too formal! Kari will work just fine, and if you have to add the title then you may. But don't call me Kasaro, you'll make me feel like my old man!" Kari smirked crossing her arms and chuckled a bit on the couch. Then tilting her head a bit to listen to Aryn explain about Kanashii, she slowly stood up and straightened her pajama pants, dropping the blanket on the couch. <br><br>"Kanashii-san? I'm pretty sure I have a number for her somewhere in the paperwork. Let me go check," she said slowly as she stiffly made her way toward her office. Pausing when she heard Aryn mention he wanted to speak to her privately, Kari nodded slowly and her eyes told him that they would as soon as they could. Continuing to her office, Kari slowly began to dig around in her paperwork until she found Kanashii's folder. Noting that it said texting was an okay option, Kari sent her a brief message stating that Aryn and Miki were at the dorm and asking about her location. <br><br>Once she was finished, Kari slowly made her way back to the couch and sat down, staring up at the two before her. She'd been sitting too long during the day but was going to stay put if it meant she could stay around a lot of people. Turning her gaze to Aryn, Kari spoke gently and calmly as an RA should. "Aryn-san, I'm free for the rest of the night." She said slowly as she glanced over at Miki then back to Aryn. "Just let me know when to take you into my office."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 05:44:43</strong>
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				Aryn grinned at Kari's response. "Alright, I can work with that, Kari. Thanks for checking up on this for me." He watched her as she headed into the office, turning back to Miki to give a thumbs up and a smile. He took a seat heavily and sighed. It seemed like a pretty crazy long day at this point. <em>'I wonder if things will be this crazy all the time? I sure hope not, I'm not ready for this much hecticness on a regular basis yet.'</em><br><br>When Kari came back, he stood back up. "Hey, right now is as good as any other time. Let's go."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:09:33</strong>
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				Nodding as Aryn said now was a good time, Kari slowly got off the couch once more and walked to her office, slowly tucking her black hair behind her ear. "Alright, sounds fine with me." Opening her door, Kari waited for Aryn to go inside before motioning him to sit on a sofa that was in the small room. She took her seat behind a desk piled high with papers, and stared at him slowly from her perch. Trying to figure out what it was he wanted to talk about without being overtly obvious, Kari took in a deep breath and pushed all of her fear from earlier aside. Right now she needed to be an RA, or so she thought, and had to be ready to dish out the discipline if someone had screwed up in the dorm. <br><br>"So, Aryn-san. . . What is it you would like to talk to me about?" She asked calmly as she folded her fingers together, resting her chin on them as she leaned over the desk, her blue eyes searching Aryn's face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:34:07</strong>
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				Miki had listened in silence, wondering why Aryn-senpai didn't seem to be affected by the break-up of his family. It would not be polite to pry, of course, so she nodded at his words. But she had been intrigued. Sometimes she wondered if her family would better if it dissolved. <em>Well, that can't happen. Someone has to watch over, and keep a leash on Ami and Saki, and I'm not sure who would take care of things at home for mother and father. But still...I wonder what could break the bonds in Aryn-senpai's family.</em><br><br>Once at the dorm she bowed to the RA. "Kari-senpai. It is an honor to meet you." She stayed silent as the two talked, and then waved to Aryn as he walked off to speak to Kari. She was going to retreat to her room when her cellphone started emitting her ringtone: the theme tune to a romantic anime she was fond of. "Yes? Oh! Ryuchi-san. Yes? Yes? I see. Please bring them in and be mindful of everyone else. Thank you."<br><br>She stood to one side as her family's butlers and maids, all in their formal uniforms, began to move her things into the dorm. She pointed them towards her room and they would start the process of getting her moved in proper.<br><br>(I figure they're sort of background unless anyone wants to interact with them or Miki during the whole move-in process. :) )
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:55:52</strong>
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				"Well, today had a lot of things in it that I thought would be constructive for you to know, since it all concerns our other residents here in the dorms. Miki screamed during music club and collapsed, saying she saw some pretty freaky stuff for a few moments. The nurse said it was probably stress and blew it off." Aryn did his best to relate things in an objective light. "After that, I ran into Vergil and Shine looking like they were about to get into a fight, and intervened. Vergil revealed that he had been seeing things at school too, and thinks that everyone at the dorms is under some kind of curse."<br><br>Aryn shrugged.&nbsp; "Anyways, It <em>is</em> possible there's a similar reason for their moments over the course of the day. Did you see anything that could add to this somehow? If there's a reason for our classmates hallucinating, we should probably find it, you know?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 07:17:01</strong>
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				Kari's brow rose high on her forehead as she listened to Aryn describe how all of the students had reported seeing things in the music club. She felt her face pale slightly in the realization that others were experiencing strange things, but didn't think what had happened to her was linked. After all, the others had been affected at the school, she was no where near the school when her <em>encounter</em> had taken place. It was possible that Miki had just been having a nightmare, thus why the nurse excused her. Many of the students were stressed. School had just started after all and they were all being moved into the new dorms which had a few problems still but maintenance crews were swiftly fixing. <br><br>"The nurse was probably right about Miki-san," Kari said slowly as she rested her hands in her lap. "We are all under a lot of stress, it's possible that our minds have played tricks upon us or we have simply broke down a bit." She spoke calmly, but in her mind Kari was questioning herself as she listened to her own lecture, feeling a bit hypocritical in that moment. "Regardless, if it continues I am sure that the school will have the nurse see her again. After all, it is fairly common for kids to get into drugs at this age." Kari smirked a bit then snorted as she rubbed her nose. "With a girl from that type of environment, it's possible for her to simply be going wild for a bit with freedom. I'll keep a close eye on her though and check in with the nurse tomorrow."<br><br>Sighing a bit in her chair upon hearing about the fight, Kari pushed herself back and slowly moved a few of the files on her desk around and opened one. After reading a few lines, she slowly placed it down and stared at Aryn. "As RA of the dorm, I am privy to specific knowledge of each student. It seems that Vergil-san has had a traumatic past, which would explain his sensitivity." Flipping through another file, Kari skimmed a few more lines and then spoke again. "Shine-san I will speak too about the fight, and figure out if it has to do with something I see in his file. <br><br>"I do thank you for the information about the fight." She said with a soft smile on her face. "It is especially important that I know about these things to silence any tension that may be occurring behind my back. I need to stay on top of these things to make sure that the other students stay safe. As your RA, it is my <em>sworn duty</em> to ensure the safety of those who live in this dorm." Kari was so absorbed in her work now that she had completely forgotten about what had happened to her and her inner panic had subsided. In fact, she felt a bit aggravated and wanted to go beat the boys up but wouldn't do such a thing. They hadn't been in the dorm, thus she couldn't reprimand them for their actions, only try to prevent further ones in the future.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 08:10:45</strong>
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				<em>'wow, she really gets into this, huh? Whatever gets the job done right, I guess.'</em> Aryn nodded to her when she finished speaking. "Well, I'll keep you informed. I'd certainly like to make sure we have a relaxing place to come back to after school. Just let me know if there's anything you'd like me to do to help."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 08:17:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari smiled and nodded a bit as her body language relaxed, her overall demeanor quickly melting away so she was returned to the brash young woman she'd been before. Waving her hand dismissively at Aryn, Kari smirked and winked at him. "Just let me know if any more fights break out, with whom, and why. The school is pretty strict with their fight policy. That and it would be bad to get blood on the new carpets. Then <em>I</em> would be getting scolded for not doing my job right." Kari winked at Aryn before leaning back in her chair with a content sigh. "Don't worry, I am sure that things will settle down in no time. You appear to be a good kid, Aryn-kun. I may require your assistance outside of Kendo Club." She chuckled a bit to herself before slowly standing, going to the door of her office and halting. Glancing back at him, she spoke softly. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 09:36:56</strong>
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				Escapade eventually begins to fill up, if largely with underaged students posing as adults and the odd alcoholic on the balcony.&nbsp; The DJ spins for a while as Mimiru and the other musicians work out a set list with the club's owner--he wants dance tracks, of course--and set up the limited stage space for performance.&nbsp; The transition, when it happens, is almost subtle compared to the constant near seizure-inducing play of flashing lights and the dull throb of the club's overly enthusiastic bass.<br><br>Mimiru tries to clear her head of what happened last night and the weird but brief meeting with the dorm's RA earlier in the night and focus on the music.&nbsp; Despite it being the thing to do for young Japanese musicians--especially females--she's not really much of a dancer, so her options for songs come up pretty limited: she needs something with vocals she can do, that also has a lead guitar so she has an excuse not to dance, but still has a beat the club can dance to.&nbsp; Not exactly her normal choice in music.<br><br>At least she fakes it well.&nbsp; Well enough she looks like she might <em>not</em> be faking it, actually; the way she bobs and swings her guitar with the rhythm and leans into the mic on the chorus, it's easy to wonder if maybe she doesn't enjoy the club music more than she lets on:<br><br><em>What a shame we all became,<br>Such fragile, broken things<br>A memory remains,<br>Just a tiny spark<br><br>I give it all my oxygen,<br>So let the flames begin<br>So let the flames begin<br>Oh glory...<br><br>This is how we'll dance when,<br>When they try and take us down<br>This is what will be, oh glory<br><br>Somewhere weakness is our strength,<br>And I'll die searching for it<br>I can't let myself regret,<br>Such selfishness<br><br>My pain and all the trouble caused,<br>No matter how long<br>I believe that there's hope,<br>Hiding beneath it all, and--<br><br>Buried beneath it all, and--<br>Growing beneath it all, and--<br><br>This is how we'll dance when,<br>When they try and take us down<br>This is how we'll sing, and this is--<br><br>This is how we'll stand when,<br>When they burn our houses down<br>This is what will be, oh glory!</em><br><br>There's a bit of sweat on her brow by the end of the song.&nbsp; Afterward, she seems almost grateful to let the male guitarist step up and take a shot at singing and dancing while she just sits back on the guitar, scanning the audience for anyone of interest.&nbsp; The crowd looks pretty normal for this part of the week, unfortunately; new faces and bigger crowds would at least be a sign that they were generating some curiosity around the area.<br><br>There's something else she's looking for, but she can't quite put her finger on it.&nbsp; A nagging little doubt making her scan the rafters and watch the door, for what she doesn't know...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 10:04:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn gave her a wry grin. "Don't worry, Kari-san, I'm more than willing to help out however I can. I don't <em>think</em> there was anything else, but if I remember something else I'll let you know. Oh hey, any chance I could get your phone number, just in case?"<br><br>--<br><br>After their exchange, Aryn went back down into the public area, dug out his laptop, and got back to studying. He had burned quite a bit of time on the random events of the day as it was, and he wanted to get back to ensuring his future. However, it wasn't quite that easy to clear his head and wipe the days events away. He didn't give up though, peering over the material as though if he stared with enough intensity he could rip the words from the screen and absorb them directly into his mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 10:28:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't sure how long he had been at the shrine, just relaxing, but when he came to, so to speak, it was beginning to get dark. He stood up slowly, and reached into his pocket, taking out one of those granola and fruit bars he was so fond of, and opened it up, eating it as he began the long walk back towards the dorms.<br><br>He really should pay more attention to the time when he comes out here, he decides.&nbsp; As he passes by a trash can, he would throw the wrapper away.&nbsp; Along the way back tot he dorms, he would stop to get a can of melon cream soda from a&nbsp; vending machine. Their were so many god damned vending machines in their lovely nation. It was convenient, really. He wondered, briefly, if other nations did the same thing. <br><br>Eventually, he would make his way back to the dorms. He gets inside about half an hour before their curfew, more through luck and being tireless than through planning. Once inside, he would pause, and look around, to see if anybody was still up and around this late at night. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 22:30:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari smirked to Aryn's eager assistance to help her. <em>Perhaps if this continues, I could get him to help me run the dorm. After all, my assistant from yesterday has vanished on me.</em> she thought quietly to herself and opened the door, following Aryn out. "Thank you again, Aryn-kun." She paused hearing him request her number, and nodded. She realized that her phone, with that golden chip inside of it, was still in her yankee coat's pocket. Grabbing a small piece of paper, Kari wrote down her phone number then handed it to Aryn. "There you go, message me whenever you need too." <br><br>Following Aryn out into the lobby and watching him leave the area, Kari sat back down on the couch and got comfortable with her blanket, resuming her game show marathon she'd been having all day. She wasn't out there long before something else came along to distract her. When Shine entered the lobby, Kari noticed him immediately for she had been thinking about the fight. It proved to be a good distraction from the other thing on her mind. . . getting attacked by a shadow beast and a shadow boy wearing a mask. . .&nbsp; She waved her arm at him, a frown on her face as she spoke up loud enough for him to hear. "Shine-san, is that you? We need to talk in my office."<br><br>((OOC: *sound of whip cracks through the air* LOL))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 22:50:36</strong>
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				Taijo had made it to Iwatodai and had a quick meal at a local fast food joint. Then he headed straight back to the dorm. He had to admit. He was tempted to check out the city, but there was no time on the schedule for it. He had just enough time to get back to the dorm. He got there just in time to see Kari-kun calling someone into her office. It seemed almost foreboding the way she did it, but Taijo let the thought seep from his mind. He had no time to ponder what was going on in Kari’s office. <br><br>Taijo showered quickly, brushed his teeth, and went back to his room. It was a bit plane. There were no posters or decorations. Taijo didn’t even have a laptop, though he had saved enough money and was going to buy one tomorrow. It was his first night away from home and he was a little lonely. He thought about his mother and wondered if she felt the same now that he was gone. Either way, he was here now, He would have to learn to make the most of the situation. With that thought in mind, he let sleep take him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 00:10:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... Hello, Kari-Chan. What's up?" He frowned a bit, and wondered if it was because he was coming home so late. The fight was far off in his memory, and besides that, he didn't think anyone would go tattling about it. Not that it was even a big deal in his mind.<br><br>He looked a bit tired, and he was, in all honesty, but if she had something important to talk about, then they should do it now. He would wait for her to lead the way into her office, and follow along behind,&nbsp; brushing some of his long, red hair out of his face. It was getting unruly these days. Maybe he should cut it, or else, tie it back in a ponytail. Hmm, choices...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 00:17:44</strong>
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				Escorting Shine into her office, Kari shut the door behind her and motioned for him to sit down where Aryn had been earlier. Taking her seat, she held up his file and scanned a few lines before speaking, not making eye contact with him. When Kari did speak, her voice was firm. "I heard that there was a fight earlier today and that you were involved. I want to know who started it, and why. But I also want to know if you're going to endanger any of the others in this dorm. I know a bit about your past, and your medical history." Laying the file down in her lap, she eyed him with her blue eyes before blowing some of her black hair away from her eyes. "I just need to be sure that you have things under control." She was less formal now, and her face had softened. It appeared that Kari was just wanting to stay on top of things.<br><br>((OOC: If me mentioning medical history is not okay, I will delete it from my post))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 00:30:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He walks in, but rather than claim a seat, he just settles against the wall, leaning against it in a position that probably looked odd, but that he found comfortable. He didn't feel like sitting down. He felt oddly nervous, though outwardly, he shows exceedingly little.<br><br>"It was between me and Vergil. He kept talking about how he saw these signs saying that he was responsible for something. I told him it sounded like he had a guilty conscious, and he freaked. I asked him if it wasn't that, then why was he getting so bent out of shape? And he starts swinging. Kid's got a good right hook. I know." And she'd know what he meant by that, since she had looked at his file. Shine's been bullied a <em>lot</em> over the years. Three times last year alone, but this goes all the way back to when he was 13. <br><br>As for his medical condition... apparently, about four years ago, he was attacked by three older kids, and beaten so severely he had to be hospitalized for several months, with a long list of injuries. After that event, he had spent some time going to Calios mental hospital, and still goes there from time to time, too. He also has a prescription for an anti-psychotic drug known as paliperodone. <br><br>And the fun continues, Shine's life has been quite fucked up, to put it bluntly. His parents were murdered when he was 7, and he lived with his aunt and uncle until he was 14, when they died in a car accident, and he's been living with his grandparents ever since. <br><br>"I do have things under control, Kari-chan. It's Vergil who gets angry at the drop of a hat." He said dispassionately. This wasn't him trying to deflect blame or anything; this is his genuine viewpoint of things. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 01:26:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari immediately rubbed her brow upon hearing the story of Vergil claiming he saw things. <em>First Aryn mentioned Miki-san, now Vergil as well? What in the world is going on? Maybe there's a gas leak at the school causing hallucinations. . .</em> Then Kari was suddenly panged with her own experience, and quickly shoved it out of her mind. <em>Now is not the time for me to be thinking about my own break down and mental insecurities. I need to focus on the good of the students under my watch.</em> Kari lifted her head and stared at Shine as he leaned against the door and stood up herself, closing his file. Slowly approaching him, she stood before him and crossed her arms, staring up at him stubbornly.<br><br>"He may have a good right hook," she started off slowly. "But that is no excuse for him to be getting bent out of shape like that. If he seriously is going too, he shouldn't be in the Kendo Club either." Kari had remembered seeing him in there and bit her lip as she thought, tucking her hair behind her ear. Due to their close proximity, Shine would have been able to make out that Kari actually had some faint freckles on her face, uncharacteristic of a full Japanese person, but so were her eyes. But her blended heritage was something that Kari did not want to open up about. Turning her attention back to Shine, Kari spoke again but more firmly. <br><br>"I will make a call to the school nurse and see about getting Vergil in for some sessions with the school's Councillor. If he can't keep his temper under control, then there's no reason for him to be enjoying the freedoms bestowed to those who are able too keep it under control. Thank you for your honesty, Shine-kun." Kari gently rested her hand on his shoulder and smiled. "If it happens again, please don't feed into it and let me know right away so we can take disciplinary action. But if another fight breaks out, and it's in the dorm, I will be forced to act."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 01:38:43</strong>
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				He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders as she spoke. His eyes did trail over her, noticing the oddity of the freckles, and filing that bit away for later. He was also coming to the conclusion that she was injured; if their was any obvious display, he'd have picked it up by now, but even then, their were subtler things one could pick up on in the way one moved and reacted. <br><br>"Personally, I don't care that he came swinging at me. I'm used to it." He was being entirely honest and forthright with her here. "But I can understand wanting to stop him before he goes hurting someone else." He eyed the hand on his shoulder with just the <em>slightest</em> bit of confusion. Why was it there? He wasn't sure. Then again, he's generally not sure of a lot of things when it comes to interacting with other people. which is why, despite all appearances to the contrary, he really doesn't interact with that many people. <br><br>"If he comes at me again, I'll just do what I always do. Let him burn himself out." He is quiet, and for a moment, his stony facade breaks to show a bit of worry. "Are you alright, Kari-chan?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 06:39:20</strong>
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				"You may not care that he came at you swinging, but I do." Kari said rather firmly, crossing her arms stubbornly. Letting out a soft sigh as she listened to Shine talk, she looked him over. "Defend yourself if you need too. There is nothing wrong with that. But regardless, I will fix the problem if it occurs here at the dorm. Perhaps you should wipe him out then leave him with a sore pride. That may fix the problem." Kari immediately remembered how sometimes the gang she was in would humiliate another gang to get them to stop territorial pissing wars. Perhaps that would work here.<br><br>Hearing Shine's question, Kari lifted her head then waved her hand around dismissively. It seemed that everyone could pick up on the fact that something was going on with her. "Yeah, I am fine. Just got beat up on by an old rival gang. I'll be fine in no time though." She gave him a bright smirk before winking at him, attempting to reassure Shine's concern.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 06:59:49</strong>
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				Aryn finally got burnt out on studying and went up to his room to call it a night.<br><br>Or at least to watch a show on his laptop for a few hours in quiet. <br><br>((exit post until next day xD ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 08:15:50</strong>
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				Hunger finally won out as Vergil got up, tried to dry his eyes as best as possible in front of the mirror that had been nailed to his door by a previous tenant most likely before finally going into the kitchen area to make himself a quick snack and hoped he wasn't seen by Shine or Aryn.&nbsp; They probably thought he was nuts, and Vergil wasn't sure they weren't right now that he had time to think about it.&nbsp; Maybe it was just stress, starting a new school, things like that?&nbsp; He'd never had problems like this before until yesterday night and today, so who knew?&nbsp; Still, Vergil couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong, something was terribly wrong at that.&nbsp; Casting it aside for the moment, he got a small salad and a sandwich together before looking down and seeing that Aryn and Kari and Shine were still around in the lobby area.&nbsp; He would have to face them sooner or later, might as well get it over with.&nbsp; Going down after cleaning up the mess, small as it was, Vergil held onto his small tray and settled down in an unoccupied couch and looked between the group.&nbsp; "I'm...sure you heard by now...huh?&nbsp; I'm...sorry for the trouble this has caused you...Kari-senpai...Shine....Aryn.&nbsp; I've...had some time to think...and maybe you guys were right...about it being stress related.&nbsp; Before you make...any comments...about my mental state...or anything like that....I just wanted to let you guys know...I'm normally not...so sensitive...about things.&nbsp; I don't...jump at shadows...or think someone's following my every...move or anything like that, honestly.&nbsp; Just...things have been hard....for me is all.&nbsp; I'm not saying they are worse than what...you might have had...to deal with...just...I have...my own issues.&nbsp; I...try not to let it...bother me...."&nbsp; He wasn't about to say how he did that, considering he was an emotionless zombie and all.&nbsp; Shutting himself down was the only way Vergil knew how to keep all the pain and anger and guilt from driving him insane, and only recently was Vergil feeling the strain of holding all that inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 10:55:33</strong>
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				Or beating him could escalate things. Some people couldn't accept being beaten, and then things would get worse. Other people could get involved, or it might progress from fisticuffs to brawling with weapons. He was tempted to tell her that. But instead, he chooses to keep his mouth close. "Well, I'll try to keep the problems to a minimum for you." He would bow his head slightly to her, a sheepish smile spreading over his face.<br><br>That smile does not last, though. When she explains her injury, it is replace with one of worry. Mild worry, but still, worry. "I could walk with you to school in the morning if you're worried about them messing with you again." He would offer. Shine was really odd here. Because despite his need and drive for social isolation, he also had the conflicting drive to help others, which often necessitated social interaction. <br><br>He would await her answer to his offer, whether she wanted to do that or not, and then he would give her a "goodnight", and make his way up to his room. Their was a bit of homework to be done, and their was also sleep to get. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 11:08:15</strong>
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				Kari waved her hand gently at his offer before speaking slowly. "It's okay, they got me while I was down in the town, school should be safe enough for me. Thank you for the offer though." Kari slowly smiled to him and herself as she quietly stood there thinking. <em>Wow. . . Twice in one day, I can't believe that there are actually guys out there who would offer to help me.</em> Opening the door to her office, she walked out into the lobby with Shine. "Thank you for being honest with me, and I'm sure that we'll be able to clear things up."<br><br>After bidding Shine goodnight, Kari locked the doors to the dorm up, Kari told everyone it was quiet hours and went to her room on the second floor. Laying on the bed, she kept the fight on her mind to keep her attack out, and eventually fell asleep only to get up the next morning and get ready for school. It would be Kendo day, and she knew she'd be incredibly sore for practice due to her injuries.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 14:41:09</strong>
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				The night's beginning to wind down at Escapade before Mimiru takes center-stage again.&nbsp; This is her favorite part: just before closing, when the owner wants to calm things down and get people to start leaving.&nbsp; There were plenty of songs in her repertoire which were effective cures for people who didn't know when to stop the party--she could be downright depressing, when she felt the need--and there weren't many other times she could convince anyone else to play them.&nbsp; The normally exuberant punk brings a stool up onto the stage and sits down with her guitar across her lap, plucking out a slow, lilting melody...<br><br>The lights dim down aside from the one directly over the stage, creating a diffused sort of spotlight effect that makes it hard for her to see out into the audience.&nbsp; For a moment, she lowers her head and concentrates on working the strings of her guitar, enjoying the way the acoustics of the room echo notes back to her in near-perfect time.&nbsp; Mimiru's halfway into the lead-in when her fingers strike a chord only to be greeted with a dull *thwang* instead of the amplified reverberation she'd come to expect.&nbsp; At first worried that her guitar was unplugged, she jerked her head back toward the amp, only to realize that the drumkit and bass had fallen silent as well.<br><br>The stool clatters to the ground as Mimiru jerks to her feet, turning to face the stage behind her.&nbsp; There's no one else there with her, only silently looming coffins set upright where the other musicians had been.&nbsp; The young guitarist takes a step backward, tripping over the cord of her guitar where it looped around her ankle from the quick turn, ending up on her backside at the stage's edge.&nbsp; Her head jerks around to stare out into the audience, only to be greeted with a similarly morbid scene: dozens of coffins stand upright, facing in different directions but otherwise largely identical, many of them postured atop puddles of blood from where a patron had spilled a drink.<br><br>"What...&nbsp; what the <em>fuck</em> is this?&nbsp; WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE?!" Mimiru howls out at the top of her lungs to the seemingly empty club, shaking a bit from the combined effort of screaming and her rapidly increasing heart rate.&nbsp; Her eyes dart back and forth, her state of alertness heightened by the adrenaline that's starting to rush through her body.&nbsp; This is the only reason she's able to spot it: an inky glob of blackness moving in the shadows cast by the obelisk-like caskets, darting from behind one to the next, rapidly making its way closer to the foot of the stage.<br><br>The girl pulls herself up and begins to backpedal again, moving to the center of the stage and changing her grip on the guitar to hold it by the neck with both hands like a club.&nbsp; She's shaking, and at first her voice puffs out in a whisper between heaves of her chest, "...&nbsp; c'mon..."&nbsp; The words grow louder with repetition, her eyes wide and muscles tensing, grip closing white-knuckle tight on the guitar's neck until the strings begin to bite into the palms of her hands.&nbsp; "C'mon, c'mon, COME ON!"<br><br>The flitting shadow finally reaches the coffin closest to the stage, halting for a moment.&nbsp; Then, with a horrible slowness, it begins to emerge: at first it looks simply like an improbably-cast shadow stretching out toward the light rather than away from it, but as it draws closer it begins to <em>thicken</em> in an entirely impossible way, taking on a third dimension only immediately obvious due to the way it blocks her line of sight to the coffin directly behind it.&nbsp; A few moments is all it takes for the shadow to grow from a seemingly innocent floor-bound trick of the light into a human-shaped pool of darkness, 'standing' freely with no surface to cast itself on.&nbsp; A pair of eyes open in the head, the only mar on the otherwise perfect obsidian form.<br><br>Mimiru's bravado evaporates in an instant.&nbsp; The normally headstrong girl's breath catches in her throat in a gasp, and she almost hiccups, practically choking on her own shock.&nbsp; The ready stance is abandoned as she turns and breaks off into a run, stumbling and nearly falling immediately, but managing to use her forward momentum to continue scrambling until she hits the edge of the stage.&nbsp; At that point she launches herself off into open air, getting her feet back under her by the time she lands--albeit in a bit of a skidding stagger--and taking off running for the club's exit.&nbsp; The teen slams into it shoulder-first, bashing open the door hard enough that it seems almost to disgorge her forcibly, leaving her to skid shoulder-first across the floor of Paulownia Mall's plaza.<br><br>Mimiru picks herself up again, panting hard, pausing only briefly to stare at the towering fountain of livid red blood that dominates the center of the plaza.&nbsp; Her head jerks over her shoulder again, looking toward the door to Escapade.&nbsp; Beyond she can initially see only darkness, making it only that much more surprising when a pair of eyes open in the shadows, seemingly disembodied from the way her umbral pursuer blends in effortlessly with the shade.&nbsp; <em>"Are you going to run away again?&nbsp; This is where you wanted to be, isn't it?&nbsp; Besides, where are you going to run to--you can only get more alone than you were on the stage!"</em><br><br>The eyes close, making the shadow effectively vanish.&nbsp; Mimiru doesn't wait around to see what happens next: she takes off running at a clip, straight out the doors of the mall and onto the moonlit streets, her pulse pounding in her ears every step of the way.&nbsp; Her route is aimless, looking for someone--anyone!--in the dead of the night, but finding only a scant few silent coffins and the silent, sickly glow of the gangrenous moon to keep her company.&nbsp; As a result, she just runs and runs until her lungs give out, collapsing onto her hands and knees near the station, gasping and heaving uncontrollably to the point that she nearly vomits, sweatdrops beading off her forehead and dripping from her chin.&nbsp; There's no telling how long she spends there, panting and shaking; she probably wouldn't have even realized that things were back to normal if a car didn't drive by, briefly blinding her with the brightness of its headlights.<br><br>Even once things return to normal, Mimiru decides not to chance the streets, making her way to a 24-hour diner to camp out at until the day breaks.&nbsp; At dawn she finally feels a bit more comfortable venturing the streets again, returning to the dorm around the time everyone else is leaving for school...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 21:59:58</strong>
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				Taijo’s day began at six in the morning as it had done every day he could remember in his life. He immediately got dressed and ran his typical five mile run. Then he began his regular workout routine, push ups, sit-ups, timed hand stands, and other painful exercises. He finished off by grabbing his Bo staff and heading up to the roof. He figured there would be enough space up there for him to practice. He was right, the roof was pretty much large and empty space. He practiced with his staff. If anyone had seen it they would have been amazed at how fluid each motion was. Each leap and kick was timed perfectly with a strike from the staff. It was almost as if he were performing a dance.<br><br>He finished up with an hour to get to school. He put his things, took a quick shower, followed by a quick breakfast, than he packed up his things and got dressed. Taijo was never one to waste time. He wore his uniform today and that was it just the uniform. There were no additions or changes made to it at all which made the whole thing look rather plane. He moved down to the lobby where other students were also gathering to go to school.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:11:51</strong>
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				Much like Taijo, their is a distinct routine that Shine goes through every morning when he wakes up. After his six hours of sleep--he never has, or could not remember, ever having an eight hour night of sleep-- he awoke, shockingly alert, and set about doing his stuff. The morning, as always, started with him staring at the bottle of pills. He should be taking them... shouldn't he? But he's also doing so well without them. He just hopes that Kari won't discover he's not on the medication, as it seemed like she would know from that accursed file.<br><br>He's not going to stress about this, though. Stress is the enemy, stress is what makes the problems a problem, and he avoids it like the plague. It's how he handles it all.<br><br>After a little internal monologue, he went over to check his homework, making sure it was all done and looked right, gathering his books and other things and loading them into his messenger bag, along with a large granola bar. He always had one of those bars on hand, just in&nbsp; case he gets the munchies.<br><br>Then it was off to the showers to get himself thoroughly cleaned up. He awoke about the time Taijo left for his run, and that meant he had the showers all to himself... because, really, who in their right mind would be up and about at six in the morning?<br><br>The water was always as hot as it could be, hot enough to hurt him without truly damaging his skin. He enjoyed the burning sensation, oddly.&nbsp; He practically scours himself clean. Eventually, the shower would end and he would thoroughly dry himself off, and spend a good, solid five minutes messing around with his hair. He always fussed with his brilliant red locks. <br><br>After that, it was off to the shared kitchen to do... something. Which, today, is, apparently, stare blankly off into space while he decides what he wants to eat. Then he decides to hell with it, he will get something from a vending machine later.<br><br>Back to his room!&nbsp; He gets all dressed up in his uniform, rechecks his messenger bag to make sure he's got everything he needs--and a few things he doesn't-- then it was down to the lobby to quietly watch the morning news, and wait for everyone else to be up and about. <br><br>edit: Five in the morning changed to six in the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:19:54</strong>
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				Kari had tossed and turned all night, her injured left side keeping her awake for a good portion of the night. This made her already partially up when her alarm went off, to which she promptly smacked it. Sitting up in her bed, she yelped out in pain before grabbing her shower caddy and slowly migrating her way to the shared bathroom. Not caring if others saw her, due to lack of sleep, Kari didn't even care to notice if she was in the bathroom alone or not. Putting her clothes in a locker, she slowly walked to a shower and pulled the curtain around her, standing in the warm water as she let it de-tangle her hair. After a few minutes of careful scrubbing, Kari's form was clean and slowly tip toed out of the shower to dry herself off.<br><br>Once in her room again, Kari pulled out her uniform's skirt and put it on, adding an under armor tank top. She would need that for practice, especially considering she was going to go without a bra today. The elastic band pressed hard right on a big black bruise and she didn't want to deal with the discomfort all day. Pulling her uniform on over her head, Kari slowly tied her cravat then made her way into the kitchen, grabbing a muffin from her shelf and made her way down to the first floor. She tiredly ate at the blueberry filled delight, and ran her fingers through her hair to comb it as she walked. Kari was clearly in a daze, merely nodding her head when acknowledged by other students, and continued to slowly and stiffly make her way to Gekkoukan, a few bruises visible on her left arm where her short sleeved uniform exposed her fair skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:23:20</strong>
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				Aryn woke from his fitful slumber with a jump, falling out of his bed. He groaned, getting up, and checked out the clock. <em>'Ugh... 6:15? Fine, whatever.'</em> He went about his morning activities, catching a shower and then going downstairs with his bags to sit in the lounge. It was still too early to go to the school, the rooms would all still be locked, so he decided he'd just burn some time and try to wake up.<br><br>So, he was there when Mimiru came back in. "Hey Ru-san. Didn't expect you'd be the early morning... " Looking up at her properly, he couldn't miss that something was up.<br><br>"Hey, are you doing okay? Did something happen?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:45:27</strong>
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				"...&nbsp; huh?" Mimiru looks up at the sound of her name, seeming genuinely surprised that someone was calling out to her.&nbsp; The teen does look a bit haggard, as much from staying up all night at this point as from her flight from Escapade.&nbsp; The eyeshadow only does so much to cover the dark circles under her eyes and the slight pallor to her complexion.<br><br>For a moment, she seems to consider Aryn, squinting her tired eyes at him slightly.&nbsp; There was no way she was on anything last night; she hadn't touched any of the club's drinks.&nbsp; There was no way she had fallen asleep and had a nightmare, either.&nbsp; The event--<em>someone</em> had to have noticed, right?&nbsp; No matter how late it was, an entire audience up and disappearing, and those coffins ending up in the middle of the mall, and...<br><br>...&nbsp; and no one had noticed.&nbsp; There weren't any police sirens that she had heard all night.&nbsp; No one had called her cell, and from the look of things no one had come by the dorm looking for her.&nbsp; The entire event happened in the middle of a live performance, and as far as she could tell no one present had so much as said a thing.&nbsp; Even if everyone at the club <em>had</em> vanished into thin air, someone would have started asking questions by now.&nbsp; As one of the performers on the club's list for the night, they would have wanted to talk to her about it, to ask some questions at least, they had to have--<br><br>"--no one noticed I was gone," Mimiru mutters under her breath, arriving at the point with a certain grim finality.&nbsp; Then, realizing that Aryn is standing there waiting for her to say something--to him, anyway, and not herself--she slaps one hand to her cheek, covering her tired right eye.&nbsp; "Yeah, umm, long night.&nbsp; Longer than usual.&nbsp; Hey, if anyone asks, I'm taking the day off from school, alright?"&nbsp; That was sort of uncharacteristic of her to even care if anyone knew where she was or why she wasn't in class, but she's not exactly in a normal frame of mind.&nbsp; The one thing she does realize, however, is that if she's the only one who noticed anything amiss last night, she can't breathe a word of it or they'll think she's insane.<br><br>Not that she's entirely certain she isn't, at this point...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 23:08:58</strong>
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				Aryn narrowed his eyes at Mimiru's enterance and story. "Sure thing, I'll let them know. Take it easy alright? Don't worry too much." His tone was perhaps overly warm, never mind that 'don't worry' might have been a strange thing to say. The gears in his head were going full tilt now.<br><br><em>'So now something's up with her too? I don't think I'm ready to say there's an evil curse, but something's definitely strange. I'll ask her about what happened after class, maybe I can find some parallels and start putting this together. Even if I'm the only one who'll think objectively about this madness, I'll still figure it out somehow. Sound logic can't fail.'</em><br><br>He grabbed up his things and started out for the school. It was still probably a bit too early, but he wanted to poke around the rooms where these things had happened now to see if he could find anything out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 02:08:54</strong>
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				He frowned just a bit as he watched the others. When Mimiru came in, looking completely out of it, he was about to say something... but as he sat there and thought about what to say, Aryn spoke up. So instead, he just remained quiet and in his seat, listening.<br><br>Maybe he should be taking the medicine. Because really, what are the fucking chances that all this shit is actually happen? maybe some of these people are just in his head. Shit. Fuck. What should he do... could he really not keep it together? Was he going to be stuck on those accursed pills that drained the life out of him forever?<br><br>Well, their was always another option, one he does not dwell on, though. Dwelling on it made it tempting. And he couldn't let it all end like that. Not without trying other things first.<br><br>He watches as Aryn leaves early, and slowly stands up as well, following after him. "Morning, Aryn-kun. You're up awfully early. Say, you wouldn't happen to know who told Kari-chan about the fight, do you?" He assumed she had heard about it from one of the others who had been there, and Vergil hadn't said anything because she made it clear she had to talk to him. So it was one of the others. Aryn was here before him, so why not ask him first? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 03:23:55</strong>
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				"Yeah, I did." Aryn replied without hesitation. "Vergil flipped out pretty quick. If I hadn't said something, and someone living here ended up getting hurt by him, I'd have regretted it."<br><br>He shook his head. "I am starting to think that something might be up though. Did you see Mimiru? She was like a whole different person than when we spoke to her on the roof. I mean, I'm not endorsing the 'evil curse' theory, but maybe we should keep our eyes open. It's possible someone's been playing some really tasteless pranks on us, or I don't know, something, and whatever it is needs to stop."<br><br>Aryn turned to Shine and grinned. "When we find out who's responsible for this, I'm gonna make them regret messing with our dorm mates."<br><br>((Edit: Other people's names need capitalizing too.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 05:17:24</strong>
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				Well, that solved one question. And he could understand where Aryn was coming from, even if he wouldn't have done the same thing. "Well, my working theory before Vergil blew a fuse was that their might be something in the air. Maybe some of the cleaning stuff they used." He shrugs his shoulders "or something else. I don't know how many people are having problems, but it seems like everyone in our dorm is being affected, at the least."<br><br>&nbsp;He doesn't volunteer that he had seen something that had been slightly off. One person knows about his problem, he doesn't need multiple people finding out about it. He doubted Kari would say anything to anyone because then she could get in serious trouble for blabbing about confidential student info. Well, he's not so sure, exactly, that she would. But he imagined she would. It made sense.<br><br>"What if it's not a person, though? Ever hear of ergot? It's this mold or bacteria or something that grows on... rye, I think it is. Makes you trip like you're taking acid. What if their's something like that in vents?" While it sounded far fetched once he heard himself actually saying it, it had sounded like a good idea... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 05:26:49</strong>
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				Vergil rolled out of bed and got dressed quickly about the same time everyone was starting to gather in the main room.&nbsp; Heading down and fixing a quick meal, completely ignoring everyone around him by design, Vergil's face and eyes were empty this morning.&nbsp; Before at least there had been a little life in his expression, but now there was nothing as he ate in total silence.&nbsp; Last night had been rough, to put it mildly.&nbsp; He'd been haunted by terrible nightmares the whole night, or so Vergil had thought until he had woken up with claw marks on his back.<br><br>((Sorry if this is too much of a Discordia thing.&nbsp; Can change as needed.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 07:26:28</strong>
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				Kari had left the dorm early because she knew it would take her longer to get to school due to her injuries, but she didn't realize how slow it would really make her. Grumbling a bit in frustration, she forced herself up a hill and eventually recognized a few of the students behind her. Two were Shine and Aryn and she noticed that they were talking. Not wanting to cause any trouble though, Kari continued to walk forward and pulled her stockings up over her knees again. The side of her thigh was bruised and she knew the ones on her arm were visible again. <br><br>Her yankee coat was tucked away into her bag, and she noticed that the weather was getting warmer. Perhaps things would look up for the students at Gekkoukan, maybe not. There was something strange going on, and Kari was going to mention it to the director of housing. It was possible there was something wrong with the building and that was the source of what was going on. But she couldn't stress about it now. Her fingers slowly traced over the phone in her pocket and she shook her head, forcing herself to not think about the golden chip inside. <em>No. . . Not again. I can't let it try to get me again. . .</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 07:43:57</strong>
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				"well, I guess it's always possible. I mean, obviously we don't know what's going on for sure just yet. Even for something like that though, someone's responsible for the state of repair of our dorms, right? I mean, stuff this crazy is what rules are made up for." Aryn grins slightly as they continue talking. "Anyways, did you end up choosing a club for after school yet? I ended up joining kendo, since last year... Oh hey, is that Kari-san up ahead?"<br><br>Aryn nodded towards her while looking at Shine, a 'C'mon' of sorts, and sped up a bit to catch up with Kari. "Hey, Kari-san. Today is just full of surprises already. I never thought so many people would be heading for the school so early, you know? Plus... " He finally notices the bruises on her arm. This prompts him to notice that she's not really walking that fast and looks a bit pained. "Kari, are you okay? What happened? Do you.. here, let me carry your bags. Jesus christ, how much can happen in two days?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 07:45:21</strong>
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				Finishing his meal in silence, the dead look on his face never changing in the slightest, Vergil gets up, grabs his bag, and head outside to go to class as he was supposed to.&nbsp; The scratches on his back flare up with every step, but he shows no reaction to them at all.&nbsp; There was no way they were self inflicted, given the angle and how far down they went.&nbsp; From his neck down to the base of his spine, Vergil had 'dreamed' that he was tied up to a post in the middle of the cemetery and his grandfather's ghost had tried to kill him, running filthy claws up and down his bare skin.&nbsp; Vergil had woken up when the marks were made, just barely getting a pillow over his mouth to stifle the scream that had come out of him.&nbsp; He doesn't think of any of that though, simply walking with robotic like movements to where he was supposed to go, not even acknowledging the others as he reaches their position.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 09:23:55</strong>
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				Miki had turned in early once her retainers had finished setting up her room for her and left. While it wasn't as spacious as her room at home, it had been decorated with many personalizing touches. She'd hardly noticed any of it, still mentally worn out from the day's weirdness. She was up early the next morning, and after completing her morning hygiene and dressing in her flower-accented uniform and hair ribbons (a bright blue today), she'd gone to the lobby for a meal. Then she had left for school, determined to have as good a day as possible.<br><br>In her bookbag was a swimsuit. Although she had been reluctant to go swimming at all here, one of her maids had commented that swimming helped one exercise. Maybe exercise was what she needed to take her mind off the strange vision from yesterday, and another club on her record couldn't hurt. So she'd decided to at least check out the swim club today and hope it went better than music club. <br><br>Up ahead she spotted Kari with Aryn and Shine. Not wanting to be rude, she stayed to their side so she wouldn't intrude on their conversation. Instead she bowed once to the group. "Ohayo senpai." Then she would fall silent and walk alongside them, far enough away to give them privacy but near enough to be heard if they addressed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 10:07:26</strong>
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				Hearing her voice getting called out from behind her, Kari paused in her walking as Aryn and Shine approached her. She smiled tiredly at them and listened to Aryn's question but decided to ignore it for the moment. Instead, Kari eyed Aryn for his attempts to carry her bag, and protested rather loudly, flailing her arms about until she realized how painful it was and quickly gave up. She was in no condition to resist his attempts and realized letting him carry it was easier than saying no. Sighing a bit, she ran her fingers through her soaked hair and eyed Shine, bowing her head to him in greeting. Then turning back to Aryn, Kari slowly spoke. <br><br>"I am fine. They got worse overnight because it's part of healing. After some medicine from the nurse I should be fine but probably won't practice in pairs during Kendo Club. I'm a bit too stiff for that." She continued to walk in silence before the boys, and noticed that Miki had greeted them as well. Bowing her head in return, Kari spoke gently. "Ohayo, Miki-san. I hope you rested well." Kari said politely before continuing to walk forward, trying to tug her skirt down and hike her leggings up so that way her bruises would be noticed less.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 10:50:22</strong>
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				"I might take something... probably music, I haven't decided yet. " He shrugged his shoulders, and watched Aryn go off. Shine follows along, a deep set frown on his face when he sees Kari and her injuries. Those looked painful. "Please try to be careful, Kari-chan. You should make sure to get some bed rest.&nbsp; And I bet the pharmacist at Paulownia might have something over the counter for the pain and bruises. I could swing by after school for you." He would offer.<br><br>Shine was odd in a lot of ways. Most noticeably, it was right here.&nbsp; He was driven to go out of his way, at cost to himself, and expecting nothing in return, to protect and help other people. He's probably got a good reason for it all, though if he does, that's a secret to his dorm mates for now. But his desire to help her is genuine, with no&nbsp; hidden motives.<br><br>When he saw Miki, he would offer her the faintest ghost of a smile, and wave to her in a silent greeting.&nbsp; As the group traveled, he stopped at a ramen vending machine, and puts some money into it. "I'll be along in a bit." He'd say to them. It would take a minute or two for the ramen to be prepared by the machine; he didn't want them to have to wait for him if they were in a hurry or anything.<br><br>Once it was done, he would take off for the school once more, happily munching away on the ramen as he walks, though it's a bit awkward. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 20:43:08</strong>
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				She nodded. "Yes I did Kari-senpai. Thank you." She smiled a bit, then noticed Kari's efforts with her skirt and leggings and gave her a concerned look. "Kari-senpai are you okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 21:42:48</strong>
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				Taijo did not wait around but left almost immediately for school. He wanted to get there early so he could schedule in some of the clubs. Music and Track were the only too he was certain he was going to join. It is for this reason he carried his leather covered Cello case. He didn’t like music, but one of the reasons he got a scholarship was because he was a musician. He had to get there a bit early too check the large thing into the music room. He saw Kari from far away, walking with a group of people he didn’t know, but it looked as though she was safe and taken care of. Nevertheless he would schedule some time to check up on her later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 22:00:38</strong>
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				Hearing Shine mention possibly getting something at the pharmacy in Paulownia, Kari thought it might be a good idea. But hearing his offer to get it for her caught her completely off guard. She flailed at him next, as slowly as she could manage without too much pain, before crossing her arms and standing tall as she walked. "What is it with you guys and trying to take care of me?" she asked as she shot Aryn and Shine a glare. <br><br>"I was in a <em>bike</em> gang. I've had worse injuries. Want me to show you where I got knifed one time?!" Kari was back to her old self in that moment, talking like a boy would and began to lift her shirt. Soon enough her whole under armor covered abdomen was exposed and it appeared that the scar she was talking about would require further undress. Seeing the expression of those around them though, Kari laughed a bit and lowered her shirt. "That's what I thought!"<br><br>Putting her hands on her hips, she eyed Miki and gave her a swift nod. If her recent display didn't show that she was fine, this would. "Aye, I'm just peechy keen and ready to kick some ass in revenge." Kari flexed her good arm and revealed that she did have a bit of muscle, for being a girl that was. "I'm going to get that rival gang back!" she said rather loudly. <em>Might as well make another scene so people stop questioning where and why I got hurt. . .</em> she thought to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 22:12:56</strong>
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				Aryn is not amused or impressed. "When someone is hurt, they should be helped, regardless of their past experiences, don't you think?"<br><br>His mood properly soured now, Aryn nods a greeting to Miki but then doesn't say much more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 22:39:27</strong>
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				"Okay." That's all he has to say to Kari's display. Just that one single word, delivered in a flat, dry, crisp, clean monotone.&nbsp; His usual facade of calm does not change, though in all actuality, he was put off by it all. It was in his nature to help others, but he guessed she was just the strong, loner type. He hadn't meant to offend her or anything, he was just doing what he always does. Taking care of others.<br><br>So he makes a little note in his head. Screw it, it says, basically, don't bother to help her any more. Their's no point in trying now, because all it does is upset her... and especially considering her current state, that's just going to do harm.&nbsp; He would continue to walk with the others towards school, even though he now wished he was alone. He would continue the walk in silence, unless directly interacted with. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 22:44:24</strong>
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				Miki gasped as Kari pulled her shirt off, and then blushed a very deep crimson. "I-I-I. Um. Er. O-of course, Kari-senpai." She bowed, trying to look anywhere but at her exposed stomach. It just wasn't proper. "B-but please, if there is a way to avoid further violence, please try to find it, okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 23:20:27</strong>
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				Shine's response didn't trouble her, but Aryn's did. He did have a point, that when someone was hurt they should be helped. That was why Kari would defend those who were smaller so often. She was pushing everyone away at this point though because she was scared of what the others would think if she did attempt to tell them what was going on. Kari knew that if she did manage to tell anyone what had happened, that they'd rule it out as her being crazy or wanting attention. She didn't like to lie normally, but this was to protect herself. After all, she was still licking her pride.<br><br>"Yes, they do need help, Aryn-kun." She would say slowly before glancing at him. Her face softened and she gave him a half smile, almost looking like a normal girl in that moment. "That's why I'm letting you carry my bag, but only until we reach Gekkoukan. I can take it from there." Giving him a slight wink from her eye, Kari continued to look forward until she noticed Miki's direction. It was a bit odd to see a girl embarrassed to see another girl's belly, but then again Miki did come from a wealthy family and were probably used to being waited on hand and foot. Kari waved her hand at Miki before answering her question. <br><br>"Oh I plan on avoiding them, so don't worry about that." In reality Kari didn't know how to avoid it, but she did plan on trying. Thus why she was staying in areas with lots of people. She'd been alone when attacked, so if she wasn't alone she would be safer. . . Right? Continueing to walk to school, Kari smiled softly to let the others know that she was okay, even if there was a bit of a limp in her stride.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:37:19</strong>
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				Miki smiled. "Good. I would hate for you to get in trouble or get hurt Kari-senpai." That said, she headed for school with extra spring in her step. Once she got there she would take a seat in her homeroom and start reading ahead in the book until class started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 21:01:40</strong>
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				Vergil silently entered the home room class right behind Miki, the dead look in his eyes never disappearing as he stared dully at the books he laid out in front of him.&nbsp; <em>It's your fault!&nbsp; I died protecting you, you worthless child!&nbsp; YOU COULDN'T EVEN GIVE ME THE DECENCY OF SAYING YOU'RE SORRY FOR YOUR SIN!</em>&nbsp; The thoughts echoed over and over in his mind, trying to shut out the hate filled voice of his grandfather and not getting anywhere fast.&nbsp; Thankfully Vergil had clamped down and had remained in his zombie like state before he had walked out the door, the scratches on his back having stopped bleeding shortly after he had found them that morning, but how long he could keep this facade up Vergil wasn't sure as the minutes and seconds seemed to drag on.<br><br>((Oh Miki, a little help here before the class starts please lol.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 22:03:56</strong>
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				Miki smiled at Vergil, though the smile was tinged with worry at her dead-looking face. "Vergil-kun? Are you okay? Did you sleep well?"<br><br>(Help?)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 22:07:34</strong>
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				(May have to get up and slap him or something lol.&nbsp; I said as much in the OOC a page or so back I believe.)<br><br>Vergil doesn't respond except to look at the girl before looking back down at his desk.&nbsp; "Hello.....Miki."&nbsp; Hearing someone as lifeless as Vergil seemed was enough to send chills down any number of people's spines.&nbsp; "I...didn't sleep...well...at all."&nbsp; That was the truth in a nutshell, and his back still bore the marks to match his simple statement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 22:27:14</strong>
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				"Oh." Miki checked the clock, then looked at Vergil. "Could you watch my bag for a minute please?" <br><br>Then she'd run outside, find a vending machine, and come back in with a candy bar and a can of Dr. Salt NEO. She handed both over to him. "Here you go!" She smiled. "This should wake you up enough to get through class."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 23:03:15</strong>
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				Vergil looked to the girl again after she ran off and came back, holding a candy bar and a soda out to him.&nbsp; He slowly took the offered items but he didn't do anything with them other than to put them on the desk.&nbsp; He turned away then, offering a very small but unobstructed view of the top of his neck and the beginning of the three claw marks to Miki's eyes if she looked hard enough before turning back and opening the soda and taking a very long sip out of it.&nbsp; It did help to get a little more energy into his system, but the lifeless expression on his face was still very much there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 23:16:02</strong>
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				Kari had reached the school now, and was slowly making her way up to the second floor of Gekkoukan where the classrooms were at. Slowly grabbing her bag from Aryn as they reached the second year's classroom, her eyes narrowed onto Vergil and her expression immediately hardened. Strutting into their classroom, knowing that they had some extra time before class started, Kari planted her book bag down on Vergil's desk and leaned down toward him. Staring intently into his eyes with her blue ones, she noted that his overall expression appeared to be rather lifeless. Pointing at him slowly, Kari spoke in a firm tone, not caring how many students were staring at her. "After club, we need to have a meeting at the dorm. Don't skip it, or else you'll regret it." Pulling her bag off of the desk, Kari slung it over her back with her good arm and proceeded to stiffly leave the classroom and go to the Third Year's room, sitting in her usual desk and waited for her teacher to arrive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 23:58:20</strong>
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				Miki blinked, not sure of what she was seeing. "Vergil-kun? What is...oh!" She just barely got out of the way in time to avoid Kari. She stared at the older girl nervously as she made her pronouncement, folding her hands in front of her. She'd never much liked confrontation and threats. Her brown eyes went wide as she walked Kari stalk out, and then she looked at Vergil.<br><br>"Vergil-kun? Are you okay? There's something on your neck, and...well...don't worry." She gave him a tiny, encouraging smile. "Kari-senpai is a good person. I'm sure whatever she has to talk to you about, she'll be fair. Just...try not to worry, get through class, and maybe get that thing on your neck seen to, and you can get through it. I'm sure everything will be okay in the end, okay?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 00:04:32</strong>
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				Vergil didn't respond openly to Kari's demand that he see her after classes, but he did file away the information all the same.&nbsp; Hearing Miki continue to prattle on, which he ignored for the most part until she mentioned the marks on his back, to which he stiffened visibly but he didn't say anything to it.&nbsp; Having the nurse look at them was the last thing he wanted to do.&nbsp; Despite her attempt at comforting him, Vergil didn't say a word, simply taking another drink from his soda and then starting in on the candy bar without even looking to see what it was or to even register the taste of it, Miki's words doing nothing for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:14:33</strong>
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				Kari sat in her classroom and waited for the bell to start signaling that class was in session. As usual it was boring as ever and she found herself doodling in class.Surprisingly, she found herself drawing strange symbols and odd combinations of words. Kari didn't even remember doing it, but simply shook her head. Now was not the time to be having a freak out, the pain in her shoulder was testament to that. Her ribs were also aching by the time lunch time rolled around, and she quickly took herself down to the nurses office to get some medicine to help with the pain. She dodged the strange nurses' questions as much as she possibly could before going to the roof to eat a sandwich she'd bought at the cashier's stand. <br><br>Sitting on a bench, Kari removed her uniform's shirt so she was just in her under armor tank top, hot up in the sun upon the rooftop. Leaning against the chain link fence, she sighed and took a bite out of her sandwich as she figured out how much of the day was left. She had so much on her mind it was wearing her down, not to mention the pain she constantly felt, but there was also something nagging at the back of her mind that she just couldn't put her finger on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:24:35</strong>
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				Morning classes were... blah. He paid attention, he took his notes and did his work, and all the while, his mind is constantly going, going, going, going. It never stopped, except for those blissful moments of stillness at the shrine.&nbsp; That was the only place he could truly stop everything, he felt; it was like a sanctuary for him, and he was sure it was as much the setting as it was the act of meditation itself. <br><br>What were his thoughts on? All the god damned weirdness going on. That, and he was worried about Kari. He had no reason to doubt her explanation, so his worries are quite centered around what happens if that gang comes after her again. What if they hurt her even worse. What if they kill her? What could possibly happen after that? Always planning, plotting, preparing... he had to be ready for any event.<br><br>Did he really, though? Normal people don't do that, do they? But then, why does he obsess so much about what is and isn't normal, when he does a lot of things that aren't normal anyways. Maybe he should just accept this part of him... but it's not really a part of him, is it? Not his true self.<br><br>His thoughts ramble on and on, and by the time lunch comes around, they're too muddled to be coherent. He came up to the roof, following his usual routine. Today, like days before, his choice of food was melon bread. It was tasty, and filling. He also had a can of melon cream soda, which was most certainly his favorite drink. He really likes melons, you see.<br><br>As he comes up, he smiles a bit wanely as he sees Kari is up there, too. "As they say in America... penny for your thoughts?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:07:28</strong>
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				Kari perked up hearing Shine speak to her and sat up, no longer leaning on the chain link fence. Smiling softly at him, she moved her shirt that was beside her in case he desired to sit. Pondering over the expression, she slowly glanced at her sandwich before taking a bit out of it. She wasn't exactly sure how to answer his question, so she simply shrugged a bit. <br><br>"The nurse is a total creeper. Tried to touch me all over when I mentioned I got beat up. I got out of there fast though with the medicine. I'll have to go down to the pharmacy to fill my prescription, so that way I can have some on hand if the pain flares up." Kari smirked a bit at Shine before motioning at his soda. "I used to drink those all the time as a kid, they are pretty good." She smiled at him and leaned against the fence once more, enjoying the wind go through her hair. It was flying all over the place now, but she didn't care. It was relaxing up on the roof, so that's where she decided to stay.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:51:38</strong>
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				He found it relaxing up here, too. Quieter, too, though not nearly as nice as the shrine. He smiled at her, and after taking another sip from his soda, he would extend the can to her. "Would you like a swig?" <br><br>After asking that question, he continued to speak. "I'm wary of the nurse, too. Always going on and on about weird things. Oh well. I'm a weirdo myself." He chuckled as he spoke, though a bit of nervousness creeps into the&nbsp; sound, slipping through his facade. His mind was still going a mile a minute, like it always does, focused not just on paying attention to her, but also to his generally surroundings, as well as trying to maintain the incoherent thought process he's had going all day. He was unwilling, or perhaps, unable to just drop the damned thoughts. Maybe that was why he was crazy. With how fast it's constantly going, it wouldn't be surprising if he was burning himself out. As the saying goes,&nbsp; a fire that burns twice as bright burns out twice as fast...<br><br>He grew quiet after he spoke, just quietly tearing off small bites of the melon bread, and eating it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:09:31</strong>
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				Taijo reached the second year class room and sat down on the first empty seat he could find. He paid attention intently to everything that was going on and found morning classes hard to keep up with. He didn’t realize missing the very start of classes was going to get him so far behind. Once his morning professors finally finished talking he took a breath. He was going to have to redo his schedule right away in order to add some more study time. He pulled out his little black leather, daily planner and immediately started writing in more study slots. <br><br>He didn’t even pay much attention that his fellow classmates where filing out of the room. That is until the door slammed. Talo looked at it and realized he was the only one in the room. <em>I should probably go grab something to eat</em>, he thought,<em> I can do the rest of this after I eat.</em> He looked down at his notebook and immediately gasped. His entire schedule was gone. The book was completely empty. He flipped from page to page to page until he found something that had writing on it. It said, “Are you following the schedule, Taijo?”<br><br>Tajio stood up, forcing his seat to fall over from his movement. It was the phrase his father would tell him every day of his life. He lived by it, but he had never written it in the book. The light changed almost suddenly. Talo looked at the outside window to see the moon in an eerie night sky. There was blood on the walls everywhere and it began to spell out the same phrase, “Are you following the schedule, Taijo? Are you following the schedule, Taijo?” <br><br>Taijo’s breath quickened. He was starting to get really scared, but he had no idea what was going on. He heard something. His book was shaking. The ink on it rose and started to take shape, but before Taijo could realize what it was it wrapped around his neck with lightning speed. <br><br>It was a hand, a giant shadowy hand had wrapped around Taijo’s neck like it was a can of soda. There was a shadowy arm connect to the hand and it was rising out of Talo’s scheduling book. Soon a shadowy torso and then an entire shadow body rose from the book. Taijo had to wrap his hands around the Shadow’s wrist to hold himself up as he was now being lifted off the ground. It’s head grew in last with a creepy,&nbsp; plane smiling mask. The shadow, at full height, was more than double the size of Taijo. <br><br>Taijo was in a full thrown panic now. He was being held off the ground and strangled. He couldn’t call out for help. There was nothing he could do. In a last stitch effort to save himself he aimed a kick right at the shadows elbow joint. He hoped to break the elbow. There was an inhuman scream that echoed through the room. Taijo was dropped. He was out of breath, but he struggled to stand up and get into a fighting pose as quickly as possible. However, when he got to his feet it was all gone, the shadow monster, the blood, and it was bright and sunny out. Taijo was in complete shock. He was wheezing because he was out of breath. He looked around the room, but it was completely normal. <br><br><br>He gathered his things quickly and ran out of the room. He didn’t want to be there another second at this point. He wanted air, fresh air and sunshine.&nbsp; He ran up the corridors to the roof. He nearly slammed open the door, dropped his bag, and nearly threw himself at the large empty chain fence. His body was covered in sweat and anyone who touched him could tell he was damp. His breathing was labored and almost as soon as he stopped he had a dry coughing fit. He clung to the fence for dear life. Taijo didn’t even know he had a fresh bruise developing around his neck. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 08:14:54</strong>
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				Kari kindly refused the offer of the melon cream soda and continued to eat her teriyaki sandwich. Staring up at the clouds as they drifted by, she smiled gently and took in a slow breath. "You're not a weirdo. That nurse is a perverted <em>freak</em>. I swear he is. I've always disliked going to see him, so I tend to avoid it. Just use some of the old wives tale remedies instead and deal with being sick is my motto." She glanced over at him and gently bumped into his shoulder. "Don't compare yourself to that guy. We all have issues and dark secrets," she said slowly as her fingertips gently pressed against one of her bruises on her left side. "Trust me. . ."<br><br>Seeing Taijo run up onto the roof was a huge surprise for Kari, and she immediately sat straight up. Putting her sandwich down in it's bag, she got up and ran to him, not caring about what pain she would be in. There was something wrong with her, and her instinct to protect others was kicked into overdrive. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she glanced him up and down then saw the bruise on his throat. Gently touching the side of it, she felt her heart suddenly be squeezed and she gasped out for air. The feeling quickly fled her, and she wondered what in the world caused it. "Taijo-san, are you alright?" She would ask with a squeaky voice, her heart suddenly pounding as if all of Taijo's fear went into her as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 10:09:50</strong>
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				Taijo shook and continued to breathe heavily. He immediately shifted his neck away from Kari and looked at her with panic as if he were expecting an attack. However, she registered in his mind and he looked away from her.&nbsp; It might have been humors to an onlooker. Taijo had a somewhat intimating figure in comparison to most high school boys.&nbsp; And stared past the roofs fence to the world below, but he was still envisioning what happened to him. He could even feel the place where he was grabbed. It was still sore. <br><br>Taijo was trying to make sense of it. He wanted to speak, but his words were failing him. He had never experienced anything like this before. Thinking about it logically, the entire thing was impossible. <em>But it was so real</em>, he thought, <em>I never have had that happen before. Wait- last night…</em> <br><br>Taijo suddenly recalled entering his room and seeing it in the same type of background. “No…” he said softly, more to himself than Kari. There had to be a logical explanation for what happened. He needed to do some research and find out what was going on. One thing was certain. Telling people he was attacked by a shadow monster was going to get him labeled as a lunatic. He might even get sent away. That couldn’t happen. He had worked too hard to get there. After what seemed like a really long time Taijo pulled himself together slowed his breathing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I am just stressed about school work.” It was a boldfaced lie and the cold delivery didn’t make it anymore believable. “I have a lot of catching up to do coming in late.” Taijo didn’t look at Kari till he was done lying. He was a bad liar. He had never had the need to lie before. He looked at her and there was still fear in his eyes, but he held his composure. “Thank you for your concern, Kari-kun.”<br><br>After a short pause he asked, “Are you feeling better?” Taijo was honestly concerned for Kari, but he was saying this more to drag the attention away from himself. He also needed a little more time to gather himself and his courage before he could head back down. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 11:14:10</strong>
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				Just like Kari, he turned around to look at Taijo when he comes running up, looking completely freaked...and like someone had been strangling him, based on the bruising around his throat. Which struck him as odd, because Taijo was a big guy, maybe the biggest guy in the school, and he found it perplexing. So maybe it wasn't strangulation, maybe something had hit him... but how, why, and what..? <br><br>Unlike Kari, he did not go to his side, but that was only because Kari beat him to the punch line, so to speak. He instead remained where he was, quietly observing the two as they spoke. Being something of a liar himself, and a good one at that, Shine was able to discern that Taijo was not telling the truth. He's too panicked, trying too hard, and their is a giant bruise on his throat that could not possibly be caused by stress from school work. Unless he was a self-harmer. But, then, why the panic and running?<br><br>Things were getting weirder. Shine did not like this. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 20:15:05</strong>
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				Kari could tell that Taijo was really upset by the fact that he wouldn't look at her face, and she was starting to see that the bruises around his neck were indeed that of a hand print. She didn't know why he was saying what he was, or whether it was true or not, but she decided to not risk it. Going back toward her seat, she got the cravat from her uniform and pulled it out. It was just the standard issue one, but she knew it would work for her plan. Carefully turning Taijo to face her, she tied it around his neck in a way that wouldn't look too out of place, effectively hiding the bruise. Glancing up at him, she gave him a weak smile and nodded her head. <br><br>"That should do for now, but you may want to wear a high collar shirt tomorrow. . ." She paused for a few moments as she rolled his question around in her head, wanting to answer but also not. Everyone was asking, therefore she had to lie to protect herself from being accused to be insane. But things were really starting to get odd in the group. This was not the first attack upon the students in the dorm, and Kari knew deep down in her gut that something was wrong. Slowly pushing her thoughts to the side, she closed her eyes then looked up into Taijo's eyes, hers burning with determination he hadn't seen before. . . Then she asked her question. <br><br>"Did you get beat up too? By a gang of students?"<br><br>Kari was in a way testing Taijo, to see what had happened to him, but also to see if he would run along with her story. She knew that people didn't believe her when she said she got beaten up, so those who were doubting the story might actually say that they had been beaten up as well. If they did, then it was a sign that they were being attacked possibly by a similar thing, or force. . . whatever the shadows were with the masks. And Kari had to get to the bottom of it. She continued to wait for Taijo to answer her, simply standing there and waiting as her heart continued to beat quickly. . . Wanting to grab the phone from her pocket with the golden chip and see if there were any more words on the screen. This was no coincidence she realized, they were all being attacked somehow or some way. . . How was undetermined though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:08:04</strong>
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				Taijo didn’t realize he had any bruising on his neck until Kari came over with the cravat. He was starting to feel embarrassed over the entire situation since he wasn’t used to looking so helpless in front of strangers. He blushed as her hands gently tied the cravat and covered his bruise. It was apparent that despite Kari’s tough persona, she had a deep and almost motherly instinct to care for those around her. He scratched the back of his head and looked at her in obvious embarrassment, but still gave a weak smile and said, “Thank you, Kari-kun.”<br><br>Then there came Kari’s question which threw him way off. He hadn’t thought about how he was going to explain the bruise to her or anyone else. He looked at her without response and took note of her eyes. There was something about them he couldn’t quite put his finger on and something about the question too. It was almost as if she knew he was lying. It was like she knew the truth about the entire situation, but that was impossible right?<em> Unless the same thing had happened to Kari? No, that’s impossible. What happened could never have really happened for me! It sure couldn’t happen to both of us. </em> <br><br>“N-no” he finally answered, “My foot fell asleep and when I stood up I fell onto a desk.” It was another obvious lie to the trained ear, but he went with it. “No one has been giving me problems at school Kari-kun, don’t worry.” Taijo grabbed his bag from the ground. He now needed to leave before they started asking any more questions. <br><br>“I should get something to eat before lunch is over. I’ll talk to you later.” Taijo said with a soft smile before he started out. He noticed Shine on the rooftop for the first time. He didn’t know who Shine was, but he bowed his head slightly as an almost apology for interrupting his lunch. He then headed back down the stairs.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:47:24</strong>
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				Kari knew in her gut that Taijo was lying, but didn't want to try and confront him about it any more. She needed to do some investigating on her own before that. Nodding her head when he mentioned that he fell off his desk, she slowly spoke in an attempt to comfort him. "Well be careful next time Taijo-san. You need to do some stretches during class with your feet so that won't happen again." Acting as if she bought the lie may help Taijo calm down, but she wasn't sure. Smiling gently as he mentioned needing to leave, she slowly stepped away from him and waved slowly. "Talk to you later." <br><br>She wanted to run after him, every bone in her body screamed to run. . . but now was not the time. Kari quickly went back to Shine and finished the rest of her sandwich in silence, not talking about what had happened. It was all too strange and she just wanted the school day to be over. She couldn't check her phone now, not with Shine there, so she just smiled and put on an act like all was fine, trying to mask her deep thoughts as she spent the rest of her lunch with Shine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:01:43</strong>
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				Miki had spent the morning dutifully taking notes, and then had gone to eat lunch in the school cafeteria. She was feeling butterflies in her stomach the whole time, and had a hard time keeping her food down. She couldn't help but fear that later today she would have a freak-out in a club again. It must already be getting around school about her screaming fit in the Music Club yesterday. What if it happened again when she went to visit the Swim Club? Or even in class? How embarrassing that would be! <br><br>Finally giving up on getting her lunch down, she neatly packed away the remnants and went up to the roof. She needed some air. Spotting who was there, she bowed. "Kari-senpai. Shine-senpai." She gave them a slight smile then found a nice breezy spot to sit down at and try to get her thoughts together. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:27:09</strong>
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				Kari perked up a bit when she noticed Miki walk out onto the roof and slowly nodded her head in response to the greeting. The rest of her sandwich was hanging out of her mouth, so she lifted her hand up to wave at the younger girl before leaning against the fence again. <em>Man, how i would kill for a cigarette right now. . . </em> Kari thought as she stared up at the clouds and wished the sun would give her a tan to help cover up the bruises. Eventually though she sat up, swallowing her sandwich and pulled her uniform top back on, adjusting it so it looked as if she hadn't taken it off, just missing her cravat. Waving to Miki as she started to walk toward the door of the roof, Kari pulled her phone out and glanced at it. She wanted to check it so badly but knew she should be alone if she did so she wouldn't have to explain anything. <br><br>Pausing a bit as she stared at her phone, deep in thought, Kari turned to Miki and spoke gently. "Hey, I think tomorrow night I'll be calling a meeting in the dorm about some stuff. Would you mind telling some of the other residents? I might be a bit busy with things tonight and would really appreciate the help." Kari's face was soft as she spoke, and it was apparent she genuinely wanted to talk about something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:40:03</strong>
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				Aryn's lack of sleep was finally catching up with him. Somehow he zombied through the first half of the day's classes, making sure to take even more studious notes than usual, since he figured he wouldn't be retaining as much today. The lunchtime bell was a blessing, and he got out of that classroom as quick as he could.<br><br>Usually he'd have gone up to the roof to have his lunch, since the view quiets his mind, but since he was so out of it he figured he'd jog a few laps around the school. Exercise went a long ways towards waking someone up as long as it wasn't in excess, plus it would help him to learn the lay of the place a little better.<br><br>As he ran, he pondered just how little he had found out that morning. <em>'So far I've got nothing. Man, I don't even know where to start to be honest. I was hoping I'd find some kind of clues with a careful examination of the classroom... then again, it wasn't isolated to just the classroom was it? Still, something in common could have turned up... could still turn up. I just have to keep my eyes open and stay vigilant.'</em><br><br>As he was coming around the back of the school, he saw a woman standing to the right of the path, wearing a simple white dress with a few cherry blossoms in her hair. It took Aryn a moment to put together that there were no cherry trees on this side of the school, so cherry blossoms shouldn't be around. He slowed, looking around, seeing more of them floating through the air. He came to a stop some ways away from the woman. Something within him told him she was dangerous, terrified him in a way that the shadow in the classroom never could have. Still about twelve meters away he stood, when she turned to face him. As her right side became visible, he could notice that she was holding a long knife, the sort you might find in kitchens, and her entire side was covered in blood. She started walking towards him. Smiling. Smiling so warmly as she approached drenched in blood. Aryn couldn't move.<br><br>From behind him a familiar voice spoke up. "What's the matter? You're not afraid of demons but a woman with a knife appears and you can't do a thing? Pitiful really." Aryn turned around and saw his shadow was upright once again, taunting him. <br><br>Then the woman spoke. "Come now Aryn, I'll let you see your father." It was too much. He turned from the path and ran from them both, without a care for where he was or where he was going.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:43:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked to Kari, and wanted to ask her what was on her mind. He could tell something was up, and he was curious. But then again, if he went around asking everybody every question he wanted to, they might start asking him questions, and then things could get messy. She already knows he has problems, he doesn't need to go and risk someone else finding out, too.<br><br>So he remained silent, too. That is, until someone else joined them. By that time, he had finished the bread and soda, and he was just holding the empty can, planning to pitch it into the trash before he got back to class. "Hello, Miki-chan. You don't have to call me Senpai." Shine was not particularly fond of formality; both using it, and having it used on him.<br><br>"I can help let the others know, too, Kari-chan." He would offer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 00:09:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding with a smile to Shine, Kari bowed formally to both of them. "Thank you for your help," she would say quietly before darting off the roof and down the stairs that led to the classrooms. Kari would anxiously count the time until school was out. She wasn't sure if she was going to attend Kendo that day, for her injuries would hinder her ability to practice. Continuing to debate on this for the rest of the class day, Kari finally came to the conclusion that she would skip Kendo practice, after showing off her bruises to the team captain, and would go investigating. She needed answers, more importantly now than ever due to the increase in frequency of attacks. Kari just had to find out what was going on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 00:34:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taijo bought a sandwich and sat down by a tree near the school entrance. He was still working things through in his head and trying to get over the feeling of embarrassment he felt when he was confronted by Kari about it. The only logical explanation he could think of was that he was having a psychotic episode, but he had never had mental health problems before. Maybe it was the stress being in a new environment and surrounded by people he didn’t know, but would that really cause him to loose touch with reality?<br><br>Taijo reached up and gently touched the bruise on his neck. He winced as he felt the searing pain from it. It was still fresh. Even if he did have an episode the worst part is he had managed to hurt himself in the process. He gave his sandwich a hopeless look. There was one lonely bite on it. <em>What am I going to do?</em><br><br>It was almost time for class so he finished off his sandwich quickly and went back toward the room. He stared at the door to the 2nd year class room for a long time. <em>It happened here</em>, he though, <em>what if it happens again, when my classmates are around. </em> <br><br>Taijo took a big breath. He needed to do this. He had no other option. He walked in with steady determination and sat down at the same desk. He paid attention as much as he could, but he was overly anxious for the day to be over. He almost felt like skipping track today, but it was his first day and trying out for the team had been a long term goal. He wasn’t going to miss it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 06:32:16</strong>
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				"Of course, Kari-senpai." Miki had bowed politely, unable to hide her curiosity.<br><br>The rest of the day passed by in a blur of notes and lectures for her. She made sure to tell Vergil about the meeting however, in between English and Science. "Don't forget, okay Vergil-kun! It's important that we all be there." Once classes were done she steeled herself and made her way down to the pool. <br><br><em>You can do this. You can do this. It's not totally improper if the school sponsors it. No one will laugh at you. Ami and Saki aren't here to make fun of you. Maybe no one heard about the incident in Music Club.</em> She swallowed heavily, then made her way into the pool room and with a trembling hand, signed her name on the club register.<br><br>"Miki-chan is it?" At her nod the short-haired woman in the mermaid outfit directed her towards a changing room. "Why don't you take a few practice laps and get warmed up." She smiled at the nervous girl and Miki nervously smiled back. <br><br>"Yes, Hirahara-sensei." She left and returned a few moments later in a modest black swimsuit and with her hair tucked into a matching rubber cap, blushing from head to toe. She made her way to the pool under the gaze of her fellow swim club members and began her practice laps, her nervousness driving the weirdness of yesterday clear out of her mind for a time. <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 06:40:10</strong>
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				The day went by fast, even for the empty shell that Vergil was becoming more and more the longer he obsessed on the bad nightmares he had had the entire night, among other things.&nbsp; Hearing Miki mention a meeting beside the one Kari probably wanted to rip his balls off and hand them to him for the fight did make a crack appear in Vergil's shell, but he didn't show it to Miki in the least as he silently turned away after turning his dead appearing brown eyes to the girl to hear her better.&nbsp; He skipped Kendo and went straight to the dorms, planning to 'study' and 'do homework', in reality staring off into space until someone called him out of his defensive barriers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 20:55:48</strong>
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				Time steadily marches on, and Shine eventually gets back to his classes, and gets through them. Their were no clubs today that had interested him, and so, he found himself leaving school straight away, and heading towards his little sanctuary, the shrine.<br><br>The walk was always long, but enjoyable. People generally left him alone, and he was moving at a steady clip without slowing. Once he had arrived, he spent some time walking around the shrine grounds, checking things out. Nothing was wrong, nothing was out of place, everything seemed fine, and for that, he was grateful.<br><br>It's not that he minded taking care of the place. If he did mind, he wouldn't bother with it. But it's nice when the place is just fine. He settled down under the cool shade of the tree he loved so much, and just rested there. It was always nice and quiet here. Tranquil. Serene. He felt safe here, felt like he would be alright while he was here, which only made what happened next all the more horrifying.<br><br>A familiar, cloying scent stung his nostrils. The perfume... what was it, lilac..? Yes, that was what it was. Lilac perfume, mingling with the smell of pickled plums.&nbsp; So familiar, so alluring, so arousing. He frowned, and bit at his lip. Why was she here?<br><br>He opened his eyes, and he could hear her laughter, so musical. Was that the zither he heard? She was always a wondrous player of that instrument. He shook as he stood up, and knew this was wrong, knew this shouldn't be happening, knew she was gone, but gods be damned, it was happening again. Why? Why did she have to do this to him, why couldn't she just leave him alone... why couldn't he just leave himself alone..?<br><br>He had to follow it, he had to see her again, or else. He knew he had to confront this problem of his, had to do something. He can't just close his eyes, and wish it all away, it never worked, never helped, never did anything.<br><br>He saw her in that lovely, torn, bloodstained kimono he had bought her once, at a festival. She was beautiful, her black hair tied back in a bun of some sort.&nbsp; And there she was, playing the zither in the shrine, the sweet melody lulling him... no, no, he can't. Can't get lost here, he reminds himself, can't lose it, it has to end, it has to end, it has to end!<br><br>"You're dead, Shiho." He said, as strong as he could,&nbsp; but his voice faltered, and his lips quivered. "It's time to move on...y-you can't stay here any longer..."<br><br>"But we promised, Shine. Always. Together forever. I'll always be here for you, always be watching you, always playing...remember how we would play together? Do you remember the song?" The ghost whispered coyly to him.<br><br>"This isn't right." He mumbled half-heartedly. "This is all wrong..."<br><br><strong>"Wrong!?" </strong> The zither produced a shrieking, wailing sound as it was suddenly splintered beneath her furious fists. "Wrong! You tell me of what is and isn't wrong? You left me! You said you would stay, but you didn't! That was wrong! You're wrong! Wrong, <strong>wrong, WRONG!</strong> " Her words echoed, turning into a painful litany that would not end, not even when he covered his ears with his hands. <br><br>He cried, and faltered as he fell under her verbal assault, fell under the crushing pain of the guilt he still felt. He felt so... ironic. Maybe even hypocritical. He had lashed out at Vergil for having a guilty conscious, and look at him here. He had his own skeletons in the closet...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 21:27:28</strong>
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				Once the bells chimed to signal that school was over, she quickly shoved her notebooks into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Going down to the first floor, Kari walked straight to the gym where the team captain would be. After exchanging a few words and flashing off her bruises, the captain ushered Kari to go home for the weekend and heal up, possibly re-joining practice Monday if she could. Kari played it off as some big gang fight, which the captain bought easily. Whether people were aware of it or not, Kari and the team captain had gone to middle school together, thus the captain had seen Kari fully in action and knew about some of the fights she’d been in. It was app part of the “package” that comprised of Kari.&nbsp; <br><br>Making her way to the lockers at the front of the school, she slipped her indoor shoes off and put on the ones she’d come to the school in. Grabbing her yankee coat from her locker, she slung it over her shoulder as well and quickly walked off the school grounds. People didn’t pay her any special attention, a few people from the club noticed her but she quickly informed them that the coach knew she was skipping due to illness. It was partially true after all.<br><br>Kari quickly made her way down to the bus station and rode all the way to the dorm. She dropped off her bag and began to pull her school uniform off. If she was going to possibly have another encounter like she did before, she wanted to be prepared for it. Pulling on a pair of darker loose pants that stopped right above her knees, Kari tied the drawstring together so that they would stay on. She needed something loose to fight in, especially if she had to move quickly. Then Kari pulled on a lightly colored vest that zipped all the way up to her neck, black embroidery on the back signaling her affiliation with a yankee gang. This wasn't as flamboyant as her gang coat, but it would be enough. Pulling on a pair of leather gloves with studs on the knuckles, she wiggled her exposed fingertips. It was then that Kari decided she might need something to protect herself with. <br><br>She had a sword case that she had used to conceal a special weapon that had been given to her by her former gang leader, and quickly pulled it out of her closet. Inside was a wooden katana, supposed to be a more ornamental piece than a weapon; however, Kari knew it was fully capable of killing someone. There were inscriptions along it with her name and information about why she had been given it, and her fingers lovingly traced over it. <br><br><em>If anything, you should help give me the strength to fight. . .</em> she thought to herself before putting it back into its carrying holder, slinging it over her back. She was ready now, just needing one more thing. Grabbing her cell phone, she held it firmly in her gloved hand, her exposed fingertips touching the plastic keys as she walked out of the dorm and into the sunlight, searching for the right place to carry out her investigative mission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 04:51:48</strong>
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				Once Miki was done practicing and had been dismissed, she changed and came back home to the dorms. Her walk was slow, partially due to exertion, but at least the club meeting hadn't been totally bad. She'd gotten used to some of the girls there, and Hirahara-sensei was funny, even with her mermaid costume and her odd habit of squeaking at the end of sentences. So it was in a good mood that she returned to the dorm.<br><br>"Good evening everyone!" She waved and dropped her bookbag in her room before washing her hands and coming back out. "Who wants dinner? I can order out for us if you'd like."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 07:57:02</strong>
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				Kari was standing in a part of town that was deserted except for the local gang thugs. However, during the day she was relatively safe in the location, thus remained where she was. Making sure that no one was around her before pulling her phone out, Kari flipped it open and stared intently at the screen. There was nothing on it, so she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, thinking strongly within her mind. <em>The attack on me, it’s happening to others as well. . . Right?</em> She wasn’t exactly expecting her phone to answer her, but when she opened her blue eyes, her phone’s screen got all fuzzy and soon blackened as the faint gold writing appeared on it once more. <br><br>The words <em>”Only in due time.”</em> appeared and Kari stared at her phone in disbelief. It had actually answered her. Shaking it a bit as she pulled it to her face, she began to speak to the piece of machinery quickly. “Tell me! Tell me how to stop it! I have to protect everyone, it’s my <em>duty</em>. Vergil, Taijo and I have all been injured. . .” Kari was sure that there were others, or soon there would be others. But she’d seen scratches on Virgil’s neck earlier that day, bruises on Taijo’s neck, and she knew for certain that she’d been attacked. Then she’d heard rumors of Miki’s freak out during club the day before. And then there was a fight between the students. . . where was all of this fear and unbalance coming from? All of the anger? She had to find out.<br><br>Staring down at her phone, she squeezed it firmly in her hand as she prepared for the next answer to appear on the screen. Slowly the gold letters appeared, forming slowly before her blue eyes. <em>Unstoppable.</em> Kari almost threw her phone on the ground in frustration. How could it be unstoppable? She growled a little in frustration, still squeezing her phone tight as she grit her teeth together, so angry she wanted to hit something. Inside of Kari’s mind, she was doubting herself but also screaming that she needed to protect the others. She was the leader of the dorm, the RA.<br><br>“I have to save them; I have to protect those weaker than me!” Kari whimpered out as she slumped to her knees, cradling her phone to her chest as her heart rate started to increase. She felt as if she may experience a panic attack right there, her chest was being squeezed so strongly at that point. Almost gasping for air, she opened her eyes to see that everything was hazy around her, and a huge red moon was now in the sky. She gasped a bit in shock, realizing that this was like how it was before, when the masked boy tried to come after her and the beast pursued afterward. Part of her wanted to run, but she narrowed her eyes in determination. “No. . .” she said slowly as she stood, staring down at her phone. “NO! I won’t run away! I’m not afraid!” Kari held her hands down as she quickly stood ready to fight, taking in deep breathes as her heart’s pounding beats filled her ears.<br><br>Kari’s phone suddenly began to shake in her hand, and she stared down at it. She realized that she was not standing in a pool of blood, and her knees were covered in it from having been on the ground moments earlier. Glancing up, Kari gasped a bit to see bloody hand prints smeared across the walls of buildings, the sounds of many angry voices filling her ears. That’s when she saw it, dozens of mask covered shadow beings similar to the boy she had seen prior. <br><br>Immediately not hesitating, she grabbed her wooden katana from the case on her back and held it before her, breathing deeply as she squeezed the hilt. <em>I can’t fail. . .</em> she told herself as the things began to close in on her, slowly stepping backward as she tried to figure out how to fight them. Eventually one came at her and she swung the blade as strongly as she could, making the shadow fly backward a few feet. She continued to smack them with the blade or kick, trying to push them back but regardless of what she did, it appeared that they weren’t damaged in any other way. Kari was covered in sweat at this point, exhausted in her weakened state, and fell down to one knee. <br><br><em>I’m. . . I’m so weak. . .</em> she thought as she hung her head, the shadows enclosing upon her even more. Her head was full of voices filling her head, overpowering her as they degraded her and humiliated her for her pathetic strength. There were tears streaming down her cheeks as blood poured out of her nose and ears, her wooden katana falling to the cobblestone ground underneath her as she held her head and rocked back and forth. It was apparent that Kari was overwhelmed, and by the time she looked up, the huge shadow beast that had attacked her was standing directly in front of her, its snarling fangs fractions of an inch from her face. <br><br>Kari’s eyes widened in fear as she was paralyzed, realizing that she was probably going to die. Part of her didn’t seem to care, almost relaxed by the idea. But there was a tiny shred of strength inside of her that was fighting to survive and shine. Snapping out of her daze, Kari immediately rolled away from the beast and picked up her wooden katana. Her face and vest were soaked in blood now, and her hair plastered to her head in sweat. <br><br>Opening her eyes, they suddenly burned with a deep rage, a rage born of her self hatred. Kari didn’t show it, but part of her had always hated herself for being too weak to stop her mother from leaving their family when she was younger. It was because of that she joined a gang and got stronger physically. She still doubted herself in many ways, but there was a deep part of her that was stirring to life, and would consume anything it could to unlock her inner strength. <br><br>Kari lifted the wooden katana up and charged the large beast that was about to attack her, slamming the blade into its mouth. It did no damage, but Kari didn’t give up on her strikes. Her body screamed in protest, but she didn’t care, she was blind with anger and hatred at herself, but it was fueling her true inner strength. Screaming out with each strike, she glared into the eyes of the shadow monster and stared it down fiercely, as if proving herself before it. “You can’t beat me! I refuse to fall to something that’s not even real!” she screamed out as she continued to strike the monster, the blows not even causing any apparent damage, but Kari was blind to it all. Her body was fueled and on fire, as if there was something changing within her, driving her forward.<br><br>Eventually the beast began to back away from her. She noticed that the surreal world around her was slowly falling and flicking apart and soon found herself standing back where she had been earlier that day, the moon high in the sky now. Unaware of how much time had passed, Kari walked through the station and eventually found a clock, realizing that it was past two in the morning. She had been there fighting the things for almost twelve hours straight, but other than the dried blood all over her, she felt rather good. Even her body, which was incredibly tired and weak, didn’t hurt as greatly where she had been injured the other day. Kari was amazed, but slowly made her way back to the dorm. Feeling her phone go off, she slowly pulled it out of her pocket and read the golden letters that appeared on it.<br><br><em>Time’s running out. Watch the countdown, we’re coming for them.</em> Kari couldn’t help but smirk as she read the words, licking some blood off her lip. “Bring it. . .Bitch. . .” Stuffing her phone into her pocket, she continued to walk home, dragging her wooden katana behind her as she gradually made it into the dorm. Completely forgetting that she was going to talk to Vergil, Kari eventually slipped into the dorm and walked into the showers. Not even bothering to change, she simply let the water rinse the blood off of her before she made her way too her room, her bloodied footprints visible in the bathroom, as well as a ring of red around the shower. Passing out in her bed, Kari let herself slip into darkness, her body craving for the next fight, still on fire with that fueling desire to not fall again to whatever it was wrong with her. <br><br><em>I’ll win. . . </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 09:18:01</strong>
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				Taijo was the first one out of the room when the bell rung this time. He wanted nothing more than to escape it and put the whole ugly incident behind him. He changed into some black shorts and a grey T-shirt. Both were very breezy and light and would make tryouts easy. He would have felt very confident and prepared, but there was still the small issue of the bruise on his neck. He didn’t want people staring at him for it, but it wouldn’t be right to wear Kari’s Cravat to practice either. Not only would it look weird, but he would sweat.&nbsp; Instead, he decided to go with the bruise exposed.<br><br>Taijo asked one of the fellow students to point him to the team captain. The captain looked at Taijo’s neck, but, before he could ask, Taijo gave the same excuse he gave Kari. His leg had fallen asleep and when he got up he fell on a desk. It was a bold faced lie and it made the captain raise his left eyebrow and asked, “Do you think it’s a good idea for you to try out for this sport?”<br><br>Taijo&nbsp; just smiled. “You’ll have to judge that yourself, sir.” <br><br>Despite what the captain may have thought initially. He had to recognize Taijo had talent after try outs. Barely any of the students could keep up with him. Taijo left feeling confident about the try outs in general. It was everything else going on that was bothering him. He went back to the dorm and tired to put all of it out of his mind.&nbsp; He took a nice warm shower, changed into some blue sweatpants and a t-shirt, and started on his schedule. However, there was little he could do to free his mind from what happened and studying proved a poor distraction for the incident that had left him bruised. Still, he followed the schedule completely. <br><br>He even changed into jeans and a blue zip up turtleneck, which he zipped all the way to hide his bruise, and went out to buy the laptop he had wanted. He had been planning to buy it all through out summer break, but had decided to wait until he was in school, so he didn’t have to carry it all the way. It was a slim black Toshiba. He brought it black Toshiba. It was sleek and shiny and had a 27.5 inch screen. As he started it up he couldn’t help, but smile to have a longtime desire filled. He connected it to the internet and thought about what he should search first.<br><br>However, the more he thought about it the more he kept coming back to the classroom. He shook his head in a vain attempt to toss the thought from his mind, but he couldn’t. So it came to be that Taijo’s first internet search on his first computer was on “Psychotic Episodes.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Schizophrenia accounted for almost everything that happened. It was just the bruise that was throwing him off. However, he could not peruse his quest to find out what was wrong with him. He had run out of time he had scheduled for surfing the net. Taijo went to bed, but sleep didn’t take him quickly. He had to force himself to really push his “psychotic episode” out of his mind before he was finally able to knock out for the night. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 10:27:16</strong>
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				Eventually, when the sun was getting low in the sky, Aryn found his way back to the school. He went back up to his classroom intending to grab his bag, but it wasn't there. He proceeded to the office, but they had closed up already. It had been a long day for him, his memories rushing back out from behind the walls he had constructed, the walls that let him continue to live a normal life. His left shoulder throbbed in remembrance of what had happened that last summer with his family. His eyes were super wide, as if he was trying to take in every conceivable detail around him. Fear was written all over his face, and it wasn't going away.<br><br>Aryn wandered around the school a little bit, feeling as though he should be there for having missed class, before heading back to the dorms. The fear in his eyes only faded slightly by the time he got back. He entered silently, walking lightly in a way that seemed natural to him, stealthily making his way through the common areas without truly hiding at all. He went into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich, and then sat there eating very, very slowly, staring straight off into space as though he was in a completely different world.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 17:49:04</strong>
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				The madness that overtook him eventually faded away, left him weakened but alone.&nbsp; Why here..? Why in his special place, his quiet place, his safe place? But, maybe it was better that it was here...nobody had seen him lose it, and that was more important than anything else. He couldn't ever let anyone know just how damaged he was. He spent some time--hours-- soothing himself, calming himself, rebuilding his facade after this incident, and trying to fortify himself mentally. He could handle this. He would handle this. And he wouldn't take those god damned pills, either.<br><br>A little after dinner time, he had made his way back to the dorm. He went straight to his room, avoiding the others; he didn't want to deal with anyone right now. When up there, he just munched away on a granola bar. It was filling, and nutritious, and it worked good enough for him, even if it wasn't a real meal.<br><br>He busied himself with homework. Their was always stuff to read, questions to answer, and essays to write, and he wasn't going to let the events at the shrine stop him or slow him down. He couldn't. He would beat this, he would triumph over this, he wouldn't let this damned problem weigh him down. He couldn't. <br><br>Eventually, after all the work had been done, sleep would claim him. A deep, quiet, dreamless slumber that was wondrous. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 23:35:48</strong>
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				Looking around like a puppet on a string, Vergil saw that he wasn't the only one around.&nbsp; Seeing Aryn in the room made a small shiver run through his body as memories raced through his mind, but Vergil didn't entertain any of them, choosing instead to finish up his homework before heading up to his room.&nbsp; However, looking at his face as he passed, Vergil stopped and saw that Aryn was as freaked out as he was.&nbsp; He couldn't control what came out of his mouth next.&nbsp; "I told you so."&nbsp; What the reaction would be from Aryn, Vergil had no idea, but he knew without a doubt that something had happened to Aryn the same as had happened to Vergil already, or at least he thought so at any rate.&nbsp; If it was something normal, Vergil doubted Aryn would be looking like he had seen a literal ghost fresh from the grave that had then tried to kill him.&nbsp; Instead of heading upstairs, Vergil sighed and finally let his defenses down and sat by Aryn.&nbsp; "What happened?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 23:41:02</strong>
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				Miki went ahead and called out to Hagakure, a place that had been recommended to her, and ordered enough take-out for the dorm, with a variety of different bowls and samplers. She would give Vergil and Aryn their space, not wanting to intrude. Instead she sat in the common room and did her homework until the delivery man arrived. She would pay him, tip him, and then set about arranging the food so that anyone could come and take what they pleased, setting aside her own platter and Hagakure bowl for later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 00:39:15</strong>
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				Aryn slowly turned his gaze to Vergil, fear slowly being replaced with anger. His voice however comes out soft and calm, almost relaxing. "You told me so? Told me what, exactly? That my past prevents me from getting decent rest? That moving to a new area is a stressful and taxing experience? Vergil, I need you to go away from me. Your idiotic insistence that we're cursed is pissing me off."<br><br>He continues to eat his sandwich, saying not a word more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 00:49:33</strong>
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				"Maybe not, but there is something going on."&nbsp; Vergil countered, relaxing a bit more despite Aryn's angry remark.&nbsp; "I'm...sorry if I am...not someone you want...to see right now.&nbsp; But ever since...I started this school...things have been...happening.&nbsp; Now...it seems to be spreading...whatever 'IT' is.&nbsp; Maybe it's not a curse...but it's definitely not benign...either.&nbsp; I'm...just trying to find answers....answers to why...things are happening."&nbsp; Wincing a bit as his shirt moved against his marred back, Vergil looks over his own shoulder and runs a hand over the material as best he can and almost jumps out of his skin when a couple of the scabs are pulled on.&nbsp; "Geeze...I'm...ok....."&nbsp; He clearly wasn't as Vergil's face became zombie like again on the surface, having been outside of his shell almost for too long.&nbsp; He couldn't risk showing what he was truly feeling...not now...not when he was so close to losing it already.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 01:20:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Searching for answers I can work with. Saying something seems off? Understandable. These are things logic can be applied to." Aryn continues to speak very softly, almost sweetly, occasionally pausing to take a bite out of his sandwich, which by now was almost gone. "Just as long as assumptions stay out of this equation, we can potentially cooperate. I was poking around the classrooms this morning, but I wasn't able to discover anything meaningful. Have you been investigating as well?"<br><br>Aryn figured the answer would probably be 'no', but it never hurt to ask, right? He was still too out of it to really notice Vergil's condition, or ask about his words that seemed out of place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 19:36:44</strong>
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				Once her homework was done and her dinner eaten, Miki would carefully portion and bundle up meals for everyone in the dorm and put them in the refrigerator, and then shower. Someone had left a red ring in the shower and red footprints everywhere and that just wasn't right, so she spent some time scrubbing the bathroom to a spotless sheen before returning to her room. Once in her room she neatly reorganized the flowers on her dresser before folding her clothes and cleaning each of them. She had asked the maids to teach her how to do laundry before she left home, to maintain the standards that had been drilled into her. It was important that everything was set up perfectly. It reflected on her and it reflected on her family and she had always been taught that she had to represent the best her family could present to the world.<br><br>The next morning she handled her hygiene, then dressed in a freshly washed uniform. Today she went with a chain of sakura blossoms in her hair and a necklace of white lilies, preserved fresh from home. With matching pink ribbons in her hair and her bookbag organized, she went into the lobby, ate a frugal breakfast, and then headed off to class.<br><br>Once in class she sat down in her chair and prepared herself for the day ahead.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 21:17:25</strong>
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				"I've...been trying...but so far nothing....nothing but more nightmares for my effort.&nbsp; Everyone...but a few people like me...and you and Miki and Shine perhaps and...Kari don't seem to realize anything's going on.&nbsp; It's...strange, to say the least."&nbsp; Was all Vergil would say on the subject.&nbsp; He hadn't honestly been trying that hard, being too lost in his own darkness to come out of his shell for long periods of time.&nbsp; That and trying to conceal what had happened to him was becoming harder as time went on.&nbsp; Getting undressed tonight was going to be a pain, to be sure since the shirt had become attached to the uncovered wounds in his back, the scabs becoming attached to the material.&nbsp; Aryn didn't need to know that of course.&nbsp; Getting up and biting back a small scream at the same time as he stretched as he stood, Vergil made his slow way to his room and finally peeled the shirt off, thanking his lucky stars that no one was awake at this hour.&nbsp; It hurt but Vergil got undressed and slept on his stomach the whole night without much trouble at all surprisingly enough.&nbsp; The next morning saw him in classes after cleaning up, but not before making sure no one else was in the showers, and eating a light breakfast he had no memory of what it tasted like afterward before getting to class shortly after Miki had.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 07:20:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn didn't go to school the next day. Eyes still a bit excessively wide, he hung out in the lounge, wearing casual clothes, with his laptop with the TV on something random. He also had his Boken laying across his lap. He almost wasn't able to sleep at all the night before, so rather than pretending to pay attention and waste his and his instructors energy, he looked up the lesson plan and studied it on his own. Occasionally he mumbles something to himself, as though forgetting he's just talking to his laptop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 09:33:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taijo awoke early the next morning to a sore neck. He went to touch it and winced, but here was not time to let it get the best of him. He had a schedule to follow. He awoke and did his morning exercises and prepared for school. He wore a high collared shirt like Kari had suggested and pack her cravat along with his things. He was planning to give it back to her today. He moved down the stares and went to school like it had been any ordinary day. Whatever happened to him yesterday was not real. He would just have to remember that as he went through an ordinary school day. <br><br>He walked into the building with no problem. His body moving like it had been programmed to do. However, when he got to his class room door her paused for a moment and stared at it. The nightmares all came rushing back to him and he could recall the terrible scream the shadow monster had made before it dropped him. He shivered a bit and his neck tingled in pain. It wasn’t real, He told himself, It wasn’t real. <br><br>He repeated the thought like a mantra until he was through that door and sitting at his desk. His classmates were around and he gained a little comfort from that as he stared at the chalkboard and waited for the day to begin. Still, he was very much alone. No one knew him yet and, now that this ‘incident’ had happened; he really wished he had someone to talk too. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 22:30:48</strong>
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				Morning eventually came, without any nightmares or terrors. That was always nice. He'd hate to wake up one of these days with a scream, that could be problematic.&nbsp; It has, thankfully, only occurred once or twice before in his time at the school.<br><br>He stretched out, and groggily went about getting ready for his morning shower. He was still tired and his nerves were frayed from the events at the shrine yesterday. And then their was the added thoughts... was it really just him? what if he wasn't crazy and their was something to this, because some of the others had been having problems, too... but then again, maybe they've just gone crazy. He can't tell.<br><br>He spent about five minutes getting his mask into place, that thin, seemingly genuine smile, and happy go lucky look that he put on to keep people from seeing who he really was. He was well practiced with this guise; he's been using it a number of years now, it came naturally to him, and he could pull it off exceedingly well.<br><br>As always, he cranked the hot water up, getting it as hot as it could be in the showers, finding some strange solace as it burned him, without truly harming him. He frowned a bit, though, when drying himself off, and he realized the red was starting to fade from his hair. He'd have to dye it again, some time in the next week. He adds that to his mental list of things to do. Hair dye.<br><br>He got himself all dried off, and dressed in his school clothes, before making his return to his room, feeling much better after the scalding shower. But he was quite hungry. He was not fond of the idea of vending machine fair again, and although he does enjoy those bars of his, he wanted some "real" food. He still had enough time, too, so it was off to the kitchen, to see what he could make up...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 23:17:49</strong>
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				Kari eventually awoke in the early afternoon of the day, and could immeidately tell by how bright it was outside that she'd already missed school, or a big portion of it. Not really caring because she could write it off as being the medication's fault the nurse gave her, she reminded herself that no one needed to know where she had really been, or what she'd really been doing. After all, they may panic to find out their RA didn't get back to the dorm around three in the morning covered in her own blood. That would just strike up a panic.<br><br>She rolled herself out of bed and yawned before stretching her arms above her head and curling her legs in toward her chest. She was sore all over, but for some reason it didn't really bother the high school student. The bruises on her side were starting to change color, a bit of green in them, but surprisingly weren't as painful as the day before. Her bed was damp from having fallen asleep in her wet clothes from the shower when she arrived at the dorm, which only caused a slew of murmuring to escape her lips. Pulling her sheets off so they could dry, Kari placed them out on her chair and desk to dry, hoping that she wouldn't need to go to the laundromat.<br><br>Slowly walking to her dresser, Kari removed her damp clothes and started to put on some fresh ones. Wearing a blue T-shirt that matched her eyes, she pulled on a pair of black shorts and slowly walked out of her room. Sliding on some indoor flip flops, she walked down the hallway slowly as her brain began to remember what had occurred the night before. The night before had left Kari with many unanswered questions. She was unable to do anything really about her past, but she couldn't help but feel a bit of the anger toward herself rising back inside her chest. <br><br>Part of Kari really resented herself for not being able to stop her mother from leaving her behind to run off with another man, and was the root source of why she had a hero complex. By protecting those who couldn't protect themselves, Kari would be able to prevent her own suffering from occurring within others and overcome the limitations placed upon her. But no matter how many people she protected, Kari always felt that she was weak inside and would fail when the true time came for her to rise up. It was this deep seeded insecurity that held her back from many things.<br><br>Running her fingers through her hair to slightly comb it back, she made her way to the small kitchen and started opened a cabinet that was her own. Grabbing some instant coffee, Kari prepared it slowly in her haze of only being partially awake. Mumbling quietly to herself, she continued to sip at the hot caffeinated liquid until her vision finally began to clear up, and her stiff body began to relax.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 04:22:28</strong>
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				Vergil had decided the moment he sat down in homeroom that he wasn't going to stay.&nbsp; Instead, right before the bell rang, he got out of his chair, grabbed his bags, and muttered an excuse he wasn't feeling good as he rushed out.&nbsp; The teacher didn't stop him because the look on his face gave her pause, having seen it once or twice before right before someone threw up.&nbsp; Vergil did actually feel like throwing up, but not from being physically ill exactly.&nbsp; Mostly he was afraid, afraid something would happen today as it had the other night and the events that had been plaguing him for some time since starting the school.&nbsp; But in a way, Vergil just wanted his pain to end so he wouldn't have to worry anymore.&nbsp; Heading outside, the sun shining brightly despite the mood he was in, Vergil brushed a couple of stray black hairs out of his face and walked to the cemetery.&nbsp; He didn't know what he was going to do once he got there, but two hours later saw him in front of the place.<br><br>The place was as peaceful as he remembered, two sakura trees on either side of the iron gate which was usually always open, as it was then.&nbsp; Going inside and making his way through the maze of headstones to where his grandfather was located, Vergil stopped before a small but ornate gravestone, kneeling down to run a hand across the writing.<br><br><em>Dajima Smith<br>Loving Grandfather, but taken before his time.<br>Born May 3rd, 1952<br>Died August 4th 2000</em><br><br>Vergil bowed his head and offered his respects as he normally did.&nbsp; "I know...that whatever has been happening hasn't been you Grandfather.&nbsp; You...you would never hurt a fly...you were always smiling and laughing.&nbsp; Not once...did I ever see a sad look in your eyes or anger pass across your face.&nbsp; You would never...hurt me...as that THING, whatever it was, did to me already.&nbsp; Please...give me strength...a sign...anything to keep on moving forward.&nbsp; I can't...do this alone....I can't...I just...can't.&nbsp; I'm sorry...I'm sorry I couldn't save you....ten years ago...I wish I could...change things.&nbsp; I need you...now more than ever....but it's my fault you're gone."&nbsp; Whatever strength had brought him there gave out as Vergil fell against the headstone and let his brown eyes fill with tears that quickly fell to the ground as they ran down his face.&nbsp; "Damn it!&nbsp; Why couldn't you have let me take that shot!&nbsp; You damn fool...had to play the hero!&nbsp; I have been alone since then!&nbsp; Your selfless sacrifice hasn't done a damn thing!"&nbsp; The words were born of anger and a hurt soul, and Vergil knew it as he continued to rant and rave, spending his sorrow and anger before finally gathering his things and heading back to the dorm.&nbsp; It would be about the same time Kari was getting up that Vergil would walk in and plop down on the couch, face first after dropping his bags on the right side.<br><br>((Searched for a good one.&nbsp; Pretty tight quarters lol.))<br><br>(http://traveljapanblog.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/japanese-cemetery.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 04:53:36</strong>
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				Aryn looked up at Vergil as he face-planted himself into the couch across from him. He blinked tiredly a few times at this display, wondering if perhaps he had been overlooked somehow in spite of being in plain sight. <em>'Weird kid. Weird circumstances. Strange happenings. ...Whatever, I don't even wanna look at this guy right now, things are bad enough as they are without adding to the madness.' </em><br><br>Aryn closed his laptop, grabbed his boken, and headed up to the second floor without saying a word, paused for a moment, then went into the guys restroom. He took stock of himself in the mirror. The rings under his eyes were pretty dark by now, and although he was clean and his hair was looking alright, his eyes really detracted from what he normally had going for himself. He wore a dark blue short sleeved shirt today, a random selection really, and you could see that he had some decent muscle tone in his arms. Not as much as he thought he should have, especially considering how hard he trained at Kendo, but respectable nevertheless. After a few moments of self examination, he pops back out and looks to one of the chairs and...<br><br>"Oh, Kari. You didn't go to school today either, huh? Is that coffee?" He sounds intent when he gets to the word 'coffee'. "May I... have some? Gah, what am I doing, we have more important things to discuss. Much more important things."<br><br>He finds himself a seat and sets his laptop aside for a moment. "Something's up. You might say I had a run in with that rival gang of yours. We seriously need to do something about this. Any ideas? Cause I swear to god I'm going to pummel the living shit out of the next crazy thing that happens."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 05:05:29</strong>
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				Kari glanced up as she was blowing on her mug of coffee, hearing her name being said. Making out Aryn's figure, she rubbed her eyes a few times before blinking the sleep from them. The coffee was helping her wake up, but she knew that she still needed some time to finish. Hearing the request for coffee, she immediately got up and went back to the counter. She had boiled hot water in a kettle so it would be easy to mix some instant crystals with it. Kari didn't prefer the stuff, but it was fast thus why she had it.<br><br>Freezing when she heard Aryn mention that he ran into the gang she had, Kari almost poured hot water on her hand and quickly set the kettle down. After dumping in some of the instant coffee crystals, she turned toward Aryn, mixing the hot liquid as she walked before handing it to him. Sitting down on a couch beside him, she didn't make direct eye contact with him and rubbed her nose which was still sore from all the bleeding the night before during her twelve hour fight session with. . . whatever the creatures were. Turning to Aryn, Kari slowly spoke but avoided making eye contact.<br><br>"The rival gang you say?" There was an obvious note of fear in her voice now. Kari's heart was beating so rapidly she couldn't keep track of the beats. Was it possible that someone else was having this happen to them? If so, did that mean that she wasn't crazy? Was there something wrong with their town? Was there a gas leak somewhere, or was someone playing an elaborate prank on them? There were an infinite amount of possibilities, and Kari knew that she wouldn't be able to find them out herself. The warning from last night said that the countdown had already begun. Patting where her phone normally was, she realized it was still in her room and exhaled deeply before looking up into Aryn's tired eyes with her own. "The crazy things," she said barely audible, as if it were just a whisper. <br><br>"I think. . .I think that they may be happening to a couple of us. I don't know why yet, but I tried to find out last night." Kari looked down at her sore hands, and her callouses were redder than normal symbolizing how much she'd been fighting the night before. There were some new scrapes that could be seen on her knees and arms, so it was apparent that she'd been in another fight. "I don't know what we should do. . ." she would say simply, hugging herself as she stared at the dark steaming liquid within her mug. "But. . . I was warned, I just don't know how to understand it yet." Her hair covered her face now, to hide it from Aryn, she didn't want him to see the fear in her eyes or the insecurity she felt because she was failing as an RA to protect everyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 05:14:26</strong>
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				"Well, that's why we're having this discussion, to figure out how to protect everyone. Don't crash on me now, you're pretty much the only one I've met so far that I have enough respect for to talk to about this in a serious fashion." Aryn replied flippantly, taking a drink from the coffee she presented to him. "Ah! ... I guess boiling water is hot, huh?" He set it back down, grinning sheepishly. He took a deep breath before continuing.<br><br>"Not sure what we're up against to be honest. It could be anything, and with no information to really work with it makes it a pretty daunting task. I wonder how many of our residents are capable fighters? I... well, I know this is against the rules, but i have another 'boken' in my room that conceals a real sword. Considering the circumstances I figured I should mention it. Resources are resources." He picked the coffee back up, blowing on it this time, then taking a sip. "Once the whatever it is does whatever it's gonna do, that's when we'll have to make a quick response. Defense is a lot, lot harder than attack. So, how defend-able is this place? Is there a back entrance? How strong are the windows? Do we have like a... I dunno, tornado hall or something with only one or two ways in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 05:15:09</strong>
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				After making himself a rolled omelet for breakfast and consuming it, Shine had gone to class.&nbsp; It was boring as always, but he also knew it was quite essential.&nbsp; He had wanted to stay at the dorms today, after what had happened yesterday, but he couldn't. No matter what, he always came to school, even when he was seriously under the weather. He never, ever wanted anyone to start asking questions about his health. In his mind, all it took was one person going "hey, why isn't Shine in class?" and it would somehow inevitably progress to someone knowing his secret, knowing his problem...and then everyone would know, and life would become impossible.<br><br>He could handle this, he could handle this, he could handle this. It's something of a mental mantra for him. He could do this. He would do this. He can handle this problem, and god damnit, he is going to triumph. Without those accursed pills. <br><br>Lunch would be spent up on the roof, though this time, it was not his normal meal of melon bread he ate. Instead, it had been a cutlet sandwich. because the melon bread had been sold out. Which, really, made him quite sad.&nbsp; He was as fond of the bread at the school store as <em>she</em> was fond of pickled plums.<br><br>Why did it all happen the way it did? When did everything start falling apart? He found himself questioning everything, while up there. Why couldn't he have saved her... why couldn't she just leave him alone? What did he have to do to be left alone? And her words, echoing, faintly, in the back of his mind. <em>Always. Together forever.</em> Oh, how he wished he had never uttered those words.<br><br>Their was, of course, always one way to end it all. He knew this, as he stared through the chain link fence to the ground below. Their's always a way out of everything... but what a horrible way to get away from it all. He could never do it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 05:32:41</strong>
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				Chuckling as little to Aryn's realization about the coffee, she fought a smirk and spoke kindly. "Sorry, I should have warned you first. My apologies." But when he started talking again, Kari stared at Aryn almost speechless. He was asking her all the things someone would when trying to protect others. Perhaps he was just like her in a way? Wanting to fight and protect the weak? Regardless of Aryn's reasons, he had just earned an immense amount of respect from Kari. She suddenly saw him in a new light, as if he was someone she could rely on in case she needed back up, or a supportive hand. Taking in a very slow breath, she smiled at him and spoke quietly as if she were afraid they would be heard.<br><br>"The windows are reinforced, and there is a back entrance to the dorm near the trash room. This building is safe. It's brand new and they took security measures into consideration and I think we will be fine here." Slowly folding her fingers together, she leaned her chin on her hands. "Every one of my encounters has been in town. I don't know about the others, but I think this is something that's striking randomly." Slowly leaning back now, she eyed Aryn and smirked. "I have a wooden katana I can use to kill with if necessary. Just keep it hidden so no one else knows. There's rooms for storage and utilities we could hide out in, but I don't think it's wise. We don't have the supplies to hold up this place, and the cops would come to us before that anyway." <br><br>Standing up off of the couch, Kari suddenly walked to her room and disappeared for a few minutes then came back out with her cell phone in hand. Slowly opening a little flap on the side, she pulled out the tiny gold memory card. "This thing has been warning me before they come on, the encounters." She held it up for Aryn to see before slowly putting it back in her phone. "Words will appear." Staring at her phone's black screen for a few moments, she turned to Aryn and gently rested her hand on his knee, but so lightly that it was almost as if she wasn't touching him. "Can I count on you, as my support, Number Two?" She used the term <em>Number Two</em> to try and allude to the fact she was going to view him as her second in command from there on out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 05:50:33</strong>
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				"Two entrances... not bad, can't argue. Defendable with an escape route. Good, good." He nodded, listening intently to her speak of the layout of the place. "I know nothing's really happened here yet, but I thought we should think of this place first since this is where we sleep. It's where we're most vulnerable and so it should be our strongest fortress, you know?"<br><br>When she brought out the cell phone with the golden memory card, he was a little skeptical. "Seriously? I mean, okay, the memory card is made out of gold and <em>that's</em> weird, but it tells you when the... stuff~ is coming?" He shook his head. "I can't just refute it, as much as I'd like to. Anything is possible in my mind right now."<br><br>"Of course you can count on me, that's why I'm here!" Aryn grinned. It was almost a sinister, wicked thing, that expression, as though he was daring that threat to just <em>try</em> him. "I'm gonna level anyone and anything that threatens my home, you all just have the good fortune to be living in the same place as me." He stopped and shook his head, replacing his grin with a more normal smile. "I suppose I should put the friendly face back on, eh? I don't want to make a name for myself as a ruffian or thug. Thank you very much for discussing these matters with me today, Kari-kun. I trust that between the two of us we'll be able to ensure the continued security of our fellow classmates, and ourselves. I'm going to get back to my studies though. I may be skipping class, but I'm still not going to fall behind. I have a lot I need to accomplish if I'm to meet my standards." <br><br>Smiling to himself as though he had just told a funny joke, he picked his laptop back up and opened it. Resuming his studies, the smile lingers for quite a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 07:34:12</strong>
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				Miki had gone through a typical day in her classes, taking notes to keep her mind busy. Keep it from wandering. She had been concerned when Vergil took off, but she hoped he was seeing the nurse and taking care of himself. Considering how important tonight's meeting was, she'd opted to skip Saturday clubs and return straight home.<br><br>When she entered and saw that some of the others were already there and talking, she bowed politely. "Gomen Nasai. I didn't mean to be late Kari-senpai." She looked from one serious face to another, her own becoming more somber. "It must be something serious, to call us all together like this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:24:12</strong>
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				"I know that it is strange, that's why I'm not exactly sure what to make of it. If it happens again, the words that act as a warning, I'll try to get to you in time to show you. I'm serious. . . This only started after I found the stupid thing and put it in my phone to try and figure out who's it was." Kari sighed a bit and pushed her hair back with her hand. She jumped a little when Aryn suddenly got excited and said that she could count on him. The smirk across his face would have unsettled most, but Kari was used to such an expression. She had been known to wear one on her face many times in her past. <br><br>Smirking a bit up at him, she sat up and flexed her bruised arm, not caring if they were visible. "We will level anything that crosses our path." She grabbed Aryn's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "We are a team now, Number Two." She winked playfully at him before blowing her bangs out of her face. Bowing her head when he gave his thanks, she simply waved her hand. "Naw naw, thank you for letting me talk about it. I've been lying to everyone and it was driving me mad. And don't worry about being considered a thug, everyone will automatically see me as the gang member of this dorm, so all their attention will be put on me." She smirked and winked once more at him to comfort him, and bowed her head when he mentioned going back to his studies. <br><br>"Yes, don't fall behind, that'd be a bad idea." She watched him open up his laptop and smirked a bit. <em>If only I was that dedicated. . .</em> Kari thought as she crossed her legs on the table and continued to sip on her coffee, simply sitting beside Aryn for a few moments. Occasionally she'd glance over at what he was working on before turning on the TV, keeping it down as she mindlessly surfed the channels in search of something to entertain her. Then hearing Miki's voice coming from the hallway, she glanced over at the bowing girl and waved her hand at her dismissively. <br><br>"No need to apologize Miki-san. We haven't started the meeting yet." Kari said plainly as she motioned at Aryn's computer, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and pulling him close to her. "I was just being a good Senpai and tutoring her Kouhai, isn't that right, <em>Aryn-kun</em>?" Kari rolled Aryn's name off of her tongue with a bit of a strange European accent, making sure that he saw the glint in her eyes. It was another lie in a sense, but they were studying for something together. . . It just didn't have to do with Gekkoukan. . . <br><br>"The meeting will start in an hour or two, after people are done with clubs. Not everyone should be there, but you need to be. It's nothing too serious, just general dorm things to take care of. Also, Shine-san, Taijo-san, and Vergil-san should probably come. Same for Kanashii-san if she is present. Would you mind telling them if you see them? But if they've already left to go home for their day off it's fine."<br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">((OOC: If you desire to enter Discordia, better start posting things to be in the general vicinity of the Common Room on the 2nd Floor.))</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:37:25</strong>
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				The day went on painfully slow as Taijo was in the room were the strange event had occurred. However he got through it and fled from the scene as soon as possible. Thankfully there weren’t any clubs or anything that Taijo wanted to go to today so he just headed straight home from school. He was so happy to get out of there he almost ran to the bus stop. <br><br>Freedom, he had an entire day of freedom. What more could he ask for? He rushed to the dorm. It was almost perfect timing because he entered right as Kari finished talking. He noticed everyone in the room and politely bowed his head. “Good evening, everyone!” He noticed Kari among them and reached into his bag. “Oh, Kari-kun. I have your cravat.” He retrieved it and went to give it to her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:44:00</strong>
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				Aryn laughed at Kari's gesture. "Yeah yeah, and in exchange later I'm gonna be showing <em>this</em> one..." He jerked his head towards Kari. "... how to fight properly with a boken." Clearly he had no problem with this lie of hers.<br><br>&nbsp;Aryn grinned a bit roguishly at Miki. "How was today? Feeling any better?"<br><br>When Taijo entered, Aryn stood up from what he was doing and offered his hand. "Hey, I don't think we've met. My name is Aryn Hizurugi, but you may as well just call me Aryn. Everyone else seems to have taken it up, and I'm used to it anyways. Pleased to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:51:47</strong>
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				Kari chuckled a bit and raised her brow at Aryn. "Teach <em>me</em> how to properly use a boken? Oh it's on Kouhai~" she said teasingly back before giggling. Glancing over at Miki, she gave her a warm smile when Aryn asked how she was doing. Kari had only heard rumors about what had happened, and wanted to wait for the meeting before asking about it further.<br><br>Kari smiled to Taijo when she saw him reaching her cravat out to her, and gently took it from his hand before sitting back down on the couch. She watched Aryn introduce himself before she spoke in regard to her cravat. "Thanks Taijo-san." Then noticing the high collared shirt he was wearing and winked at him, sticking her thumb up in approval. "Nice choice~" she said playfully before wrapping the cravat around her wrist a few times then tying it in place. This way she wouldn't forget about it. Now sipping at her cool coffee, she waited for more people to show up. <br><br>"Taijo-san, are you staying here this weekend? Or are you going home? Because if you are staying here tonight, would you mind coming to the Dorm meeting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 04:07:00</strong>
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				Taijo blushed a bit when Kari pointed out that his shirt was a nice choice and winked at him. He smiled back and said “thanks.” He then noticed Aryn stand up. <br><br>Taijo took Aryn’s hand without a moments hesitation and gave him a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, Aryn-san. I am Hanekawa Taijo, 2nd year transfer student. You may refer to me as Taijo.” Few people had introduced themselves to Taijo since he had arrived two days ago. In fact, he only really knew two people at the school. It was nice a bit refreshing to meet someone new. <em>Maybe socializing with more people will help me get control over my psychotic episodes.</em> He thought.<br><br>It was true that Taijo had not been a very social person which was partly due to his upbringing and rigorous schedule, but he hoped to change that when he came to this school. Admittedly, part of the fault was his, he didn’t go out of his way to meet people. At the very least he should have met everyone he was living with in the dorms. He made a mental note to schedule some time for this. <br><br>Then Kari told him about the Dorm meeting. He had scheduled a couple hours of free time when he got back so he didn’t think it would be a problem. It would also be a great way to meet everyone. “Well I am not going anywhere Kari-kun. If the meeting is soon then I will be there.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 04:41:43</strong>
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				A soft smile crept across her lips as she was told by Taijo that he would be able to attend the meeting. It was good news considering that she knew Taijo had been one of the people affected by what was going on. She still wasn't exactly sure what was going on with her, or the others. . . And the idea of talking about it to them scared the living hell out of her. But she had to try somehow. When Aryn indirectly confirmed her suspicion of what had been going on, it was only proof that she wasn't the only one. Either something was happening to them all in the same location, which could be explained by an unknown event like a gas leak. But if they were spread apart, then there wasn't such an easy explanation for what was going on with them.<br><br>"I look forward to seeing you there, and yes it should be held relatively soon. But you have enough time to change and do whatever else it is you need too for the day." She said calmly to Taijo. There was no need to cause a panic, thus she wouldn't. Instead, Kari would just smile sweetly and wait for everyone to show up in the second floor lobby.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 04:57:42</strong>
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				The afternoon classes eventually let out, and Shine had once more opted to skip clubs. last year he had done music club, and swimming, and while he had wanted to do them again this year, he did not think it would possible.&nbsp; Their's a shocking amount of stress already present in his life, he's not going to add to that and risk having a breakdown around other people.<br><br>So once school was out, Shine made his way back to the dorm. As he entered, he would look around the common room, though he did not see anyone. He thought this was odd, he imagined if their was going to be a meeting, it would be here, in the den... then again, maybe it hadn't started yet. Shoot, what time was it suppose to start? He frowns as he takes out his pocket watch, and checks it. <br><br>He mumbles a curse that dies before he can finish it, and heads up to the second floor, slightly frazzled. But when he caught sight of the others up there, he would quickly don his well worn, slightly tired, smile. "Hey, everyone. I'm not late, am I?" He would ask, his attention going straight to Kari...and specifically, looking her over to see how her wounds were doing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:17:11</strong>
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				Vergil went up after seeing Shine enter the room, feeling the need to apologize.&nbsp; Seeing everyone else upstairs though made him stop.&nbsp; What was going on?&nbsp; Maybe things were worse than he thought if everyone he had heard or suspected of having something happen to them was in the same place.&nbsp; "Am I...missing something here or is this a private meeting?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:22:29</strong>
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				Aryn nodded to Shine, and then Vergil in turn. "Nah, come on in. We're having a dorm meeting in a few." He retook his place and opened his laptop back up. "Kari wanted to talk to everyone about something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:30:22</strong>
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				Taijo nodded, moving back to his room to drop of his bag and school jacket before returning and taking a seat in one of the chairs. He noticed Shine among the group and recognized him as the man who was on the roof when Kari was helping him get himself together.&nbsp; He couldn’t help, but feel a little embarrassed, but he didn’t know it. Instead he smiled pleasantly and hoped that nothing would be mentioned of yesterday. <br><br>Kari was likely just going over dorm rules and such. At least, that is what Taijo thought. He was sure the meeting wouldn’t last long and when it was over he would introduce himself to everyone. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:32:20</strong>
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				Kari smiled to Shine and waved gently to him. "No, it's not too late Shine-san." She turned to Aryn and gave him a soft smile as he opened his laptop back up and sipped on her coffee, her brows perking to Vergil's question. "No, this is a meeting for a few of the dorm residents, one of which being you. It will start relatively shortly, so I would really appreciate it if you would attend, Vergil-san." Kari's eyes were locked on Vergil's, the look of seriousness in them. She still needed to talk to him about starting the fight the other day, so she wanted him to stick around.<br><div align="center">__________________________________</div><br>Once everyone was settled into the large squishy chairs and sofas in the common room, Kari stood and cleared her throat before speaking. The bruises were visible on her left arm and thigh, but she appeared to not be expereiencing any pain from them other than stiffness. "Everyone, I've called this meeting together because of some things I have heard going on from teachers and fellow students. I would like to discuss these things but first there are some other matters to attend too.<br><br>"How is everyone adjusting to living in the dorms? I know that for some of you this may be your first time. Are there anything wrong with your rooms? Like broken sinks or beds that my need changing?" Kari held up a clipboard and was prepared to write down any issues. It may also help to explain what had been going on with them. "Also, I would like to ask everyone how they like their classes and clubs. I would like to know if anyone has any suggestions about dorm activities that we could have. Last year we would take turns cooking on Sundays so all of us would get some home cooking every once in awhile. How does that sound?" Kari would continue to stand until the students started to speak and tell her about their days.<br><br>((OOC: I need to cool off. . . Everyone just post stuff about how they like the dorm and stuff, but DO NOT mention Discordia-related stuff yet. I'm primarily doing this to buy time so you all can post and not be super bored while I go calm down.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:43:36</strong>
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				He settled down, still carrying his messenger bag with him.&nbsp; He did not take it of,f instead, keeping it close to him and closed.&nbsp; &nbsp;He occasionally brushes some stubborn strands of hair from his face, and ponders for the umpteenth time, whether he should do a pony tail, a top knot, or just get it cut. <br><br>"Nothing's wrong with my room. I don't have anything to complain about. Haven't noticed anything off about the dorms, either." He nodded his head firmly. "I don't have any problems with my classes or clubs. Everything's going fine." He does not mention the fact he actually isn't taking any clubs, and has no intention to at this point, wishing to keep things brief... and also, because he thought it was odd, and he didn't want people thinking he was odd, because then they might go prying into things he'd rather they not. Does it really show, though? No. His facade is something he is quite experienced at using.&nbsp; Some times it faltered and failed him, when he was stressed, or if he was caught off guard, but he had had enough time to 'prepare' it for this meeting.<br><br>"I'm fond of the cooking idea.&nbsp; I love to cook, myself, especially breakfast. I make a really good tamagoyaki." He would say with a warm smile. "Know a few other recipes off the top of my head, too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 06:32:28</strong>
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				Miki had let out a relieved breath at learning she wasn't late, and smiled at Aryn when he asked his question. "Today was good for me. Thank you for asking Aryn-senpai."<br><br>When Taijo had introduced himself to Aryn, she bowed politely. "Ishinaka Miki, of the first-year. A pleasure to meet you, Senpai."<br><br>When the meeting began and Kari asked her question, Miki listened politely to what Shine had to say before raising her hand. "I would like to learn cooking from you then, Shine-senpai. I don't know how myself." She blushed a bit, then looked to the others. "As for the dorm, it is very nice. I have to admit, it is a change to get used to the space, but I like the company here. I don't have any complaints. As for classes and clubs, well, to be perfectly honest, I don't much like classes with Edogawa-sensei. I know he is the nurse and knowledgeable in many things, but his laugh is...unsettling. And he rambles about the strangest topics." She shook her head slightly.<br><br>"Other than that I like most of my classes and teachers, and look forward to the clubs." She deliberately didn't mention her experience in the Music Club. No need to darken such a bright day. "It is, well..." She blushed more. "Different, being in a swimsuit around so many in the Swim Club. But difference is what makes going to this school worthwhile. Umm. As far as dorm things go, maybe we could plant and tend to a tree around here, to leave something beautiful for those who come after us? Or sponsor projects for younger students at nearby schools, to give back to the community?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 07:16:32</strong>
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				Vergil had taken a spare seat by then, leaning against the back of it as he listened to the questions and answers before finally speaking up.&nbsp; "The rooms are fine.&nbsp; The dorm...is pretty good as well.&nbsp; I can't complain...about anything really."&nbsp; He did look to Shine and sighed, knowing that Kari had 'asked' that he stop by and speak to her, but it had never happened that day.&nbsp; Most likely part of the meeting would be about the fight, but he'd let her bring it up first.&nbsp; "I have to agree with Miki as far as adding what she talked about already.&nbsp; Maybe we could add a Chess club of some sort as well if one isn't already active."&nbsp; Talking about Chess only made Vergil look away, remembering the few times he and his Grandfather had played.&nbsp; Neither had been any good, but that hadn't been the point.&nbsp; It was just enough to have fun and talk and enjoy the other's company.&nbsp; Shaking his head of black hair out of his face, Vergil sighed and didn't say much more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 09:12:24</strong>
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				"Chess? Not a bad idea." Aryn pipped in, finally adding his voice to the discussion. "I really have no problems with the way the dorms are now. You already cleared up my concerns in our earlier discussion. It's actually been a lot nicer than I thought it would be. I had prepared myself for the worst."<br><br>He grinned. "To be honest I usually manage to keep myself busy most of the day, so I'll probably be a bit scarce most days. Then again, with how weird the library is in this school, I might be by more than normal. I sincerely hope the normal librarian was just out that day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 09:49:26</strong>
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				He would smile sheepishly at Miki. "Don't call me Senpai, Miki-chan. It makes me feel weird. Just Shine, please." He did not like formality being applied to him. He also was not fond of using it, either, though he did so more as a way to blend in. Camouflage, if you will. But he couldn't stand being called Senpai, Sensei, Sama, or anything like that. Kun was grudgingly acceptable. <br><br>"Why limit it to just Chess? We could play Go, or other board games, too. Card games, maybe?&nbsp; Anybody want a tarot reading?" He would laugh a bit at this last suggestion, making something of a joke, or trying to, at least. <br><br>"Another thing we could do would be more seasonal...ish. When exams are coming up, we could do group studies. I'm sure each of us has a strong point and a weak point when it comes to classes, so it'd be helpful, right? And it's important to get good grades, or else you'll never get into a good college." Not that it interests him, really, but still... academic excellence was something the majority strove for, and he pretended to want this quite well.&nbsp; It's all a lie, really, but he's been lying so much at this point, he couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted to. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 10:12:11</strong>
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				Immediate grabbing at her breasts upon the mention of the strange nurse at the school, Kari made a sound of displeasure before rattling off in response to Miki. "I can't stand the old lecherous man. I swear every time a girl goes in there he tries to feel them up or stare at their breasts. It's so not kosher in my book." Slowly removing her hands, Kari's face remained soured for a few moments. But she soon smiled and clicked her pen to write upon her tablet about the possibility of a chess club. She herself didn't have that sort of power, but it was possible for her to mention it to the student council during her next RA meeting. <br><br>"I will mention it during my next meeting, but Vergil-san, if you are really wanting a chess club you should speak to the student council yourself. Same goes for the rest of you. I can request things for the dorm, but when it comes to actual clubs that's not something I can directly form as an RA. Something outdoors that's seasonal would be very interesting. Perhaps we could do something that's organized as a Dorm to strengthen our moral." Tapping the pen to her lips, she began to write down everyone's ideas and suggestions with a smile on her face.<br><br>"I am pleased that many of you are enjoying the dorms as well as the clubs. There's been some maintenance issues that are being resolved. So please, if anything comes around that you think needs fixing, please report it to me directly and we will fix it." Kari stood there quietly for a few moments, wondering if and how she should pose the question about he strange events that had been occurring. Her eyes slowly landed on each of the people in the room, taking in a slow breath as she glanced around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 10:27:32</strong>
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				<em>'Is that her looking for information? A pause and a deep breath~ not much of a hint. I guess I'll just go for it.'</em><br><br>"Hey guys, another thing. There's been a couple of incidents as you guys know, I think most dramatically Miki's issue at the music club a few days ago. Since I've heard about a few more, I figure'd I may as well start checking it out. If you guys experience anything weird, I don't care what, wouldja do me a favor and let me know? You don't have to tell me what happened, just tell me where and when. I'm too nosey and curious to leave it alone, so gimme a hand with it, alright?" Aryn grinned casually to everyone, making sure to make eye contact with everyone there to make sure they knew he wasn't just making a joke out of it. "I know one of us here at least was taking this <em>very</em> seriously, and I don't wanna leave my dorm mates out in the cold. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 10:33:22</strong>
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				His mask is solid. It rarely breaks on him, but as Aryn talks about these things, it falters. The happy-go-lucky, slightly tired look of his is gradually replaced with a deepening frown. When he feels the boys gaze on him, he flinches a bit; he couldn't help himself. Try as he might, their were cracks in his facade, and Aryn had just hit one of them, and that caused bits and pieces of the mask to fall away. It did not entirely crumble, but still. <br><br>He can't pull this off believably, but even then, he <em>still</em> answers with a "I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary." Well, it was kind of true, he thinks to himself. Hallucinations <em>are</em> ordinary for him. So he's not lying here! But he's hoping they'll take it as he intended it: for them to assume he has not and never has seen anything odd. He can't let them know...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 10:41:10</strong>
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				Kari smirked at Aryn. <em>Well well, he's catching on. I might as well give him some back up.</em> Clearing her throat slowly, Kari lifted her head up and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Because these are new buildings, it's possible that there's problems with the electrical and possibly with the gas lines as well. If there are any leaks, hallucinations and other things could be a possible side effect of that. So please, let one of us now so we can protect the others." There, Kari was trying to lay down the foundation for a system within the dorms so that way the students would come to them. If Kari and Aryn could get a sense of 'team spirit' to form within the others, they'd be able to prepare better for whatever was coming. Slowly, Kari glanced down at her phone and noticed that the screen was black. Sighing a bit with relief, she returned her attention to the members of the dorm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 17:25:40</strong>
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				Miki had nodded to Shine's request and blanched when Kari mentioned Edogawa trying to look at girls' breasts. She made a hasty mental note to avoid going into the Nurse's office if she could possibly help it. <br><br>She blushed heavily at the mention of her experience in the Music Club, her eyes looking downward. She flicked a glance over to Taijo, hoping he wouldn't think she was weird. She'd been trying hard to just forget about the whole affair. When she caught Aryn's gaze she swallowed once and then nodded. "Yes Aryn-senpai. If I...run across any more anomalies like that, I'll be sure to let you or Kari-senpai know. But to be honest, I hope I don't run into anything else like that. Umm....maybe this weekend we should do a top-to-bottom tour of the dorms and see if we can find any problems to report to the school?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 19:32:40</strong>
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				Kari smirked a bit when Miki suggested that they do a top-to-bottom search of the dorm. <em>Of course, everyone reacts differently to the same stimuli. It is possible that if we do this, that everyone around will react differently if they do at all. This could be a way to try and target the source. . .</em> Kari had been chewing on her lip the whole time she thought, and she glanced down at her phone to see if there was anything there. Of course it was solid black, but Miki still had a grand idea about doing a tour. Kari stood up and immediately began to stretch before making a face of pain. Lowering her arms, she glanced over everyone's faces and smiled gently.<br><br>"I think Miki-san's idea is really good, and if there are no objections, I would like to possibly get it underway tonight if none of you have plans. It is our night off, so we should be able to do it just fine without having to worry about homework, right?" She gave everyone a mischievous yet adventurous smile. It was apparent that Kari liked doing risky things, or just having fun. This was something that reminded her of her days in the gang. <em>This is my family now, and I have to protect them.</em> She thought to herself before her eyes rested on Aryn. <em>He and I are going to have to get everyone else to see that we're the glue keeping everything solid, the alpha's who will protect the others. . .</em> Clapping her hands together, Kari glanced at everyone with a kind smile on her face. "So anyone interested in doing that now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 19:42:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right this minute, Kari-senpai? I had thought of tomorrow, our day off. But I suppose now is as good a time as any." She looked a bit startled that her idea was being accepted. "Is there a plan of the dorms so we can know what is and isn't supposed to be here?" She looked around at the others, a bit of enthusiasm dawning in her face as she began to mentally organize what would be needed for the excursion. She had always felt most comfortable in planning things and in having a goal to work towards. It was much better than the uneasiness and discomfort of the chaos her sisters reveled in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 19:50:36</strong>
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				"Sounds like a plan to me.&nbsp; And if anyone does have homework, and needs a hand with it, let me know." He would offer a quite genuine looking smile as he made this offer, and he slowly stood up, stretching himself, his shoulders rising and falling as he shrugged them.&nbsp; He opened up his messenger bag, and reached in, taking out a fistful of individually hard candies. They're espresso flavored caramel chews, and while they are not melon flavored, they are still quite tasty.&nbsp; He would offer everyone present one of the candies if they would like one, then pop in into his mouth and deposit the excess into the bag within his bag.<br><br>"By the way, does the dorm have an emergency first aid kit or supplies? And if it does, where would that be? I think it's important for everyone to know where it is, just in case." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 20:05:41</strong>
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				Aryn closed his laptop and shrugged. "Sure sure, we can do the twice over now I suppose. No time like the present, like they say" He stretched his legs a little, then looked to Shine as he asked after emergency supplies. "That's a good question, where would something like that be located? Ah, one second."<br><br>Aryn took his laptop and boken back to his room and slid them under his bed. He returned with a slight grin. "I guess we should probably split into groups for this. I doubt the girls want us poking through their rooms. Let's do our floors first, then we can take care of the lounge downstairs together. Sound like a plan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:27:22</strong>
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				Mimiru glances at her phone wearily as it gave an obnoxious buzz.&nbsp; For the first time in a solid day, she actually bothered to flip it open and see what it had to say: 17 unread text messages, 3 missed calls.&nbsp; The majority of them were from Tomoe, no doubt; normally she at least gave her a heads-up if she was going to skip out on school completely.&nbsp; The tired punkette snapped the flip-phone shut, bringing her cigarette back up to her lips to draw a generous drag.<br><br><strong>"Do you think you can close your eyes and just wish it all away?"</strong><br><br>Mimiru's eyes went to the closed phone at first, almost wishfully.&nbsp; A moment later she heaved out the entirety of the smoke she had inhaled in one massive, deflating sigh, not even bothering to remove the cigarette from between her lips as she mumbles by way of response, "That's how it's going to be, huh?&nbsp; I'm going to start hearing some goddamn voices?&nbsp; Aces."<br><br><strong>"I'm every bit as real as you are.&nbsp; No one may notice when I'm not around, but are you really any better of--"</strong><br><br>"Hey!" Mimiru chirps in a mock-helpful tone, mercifully up in her room where no one else has to bear witness to how frighteningly insane the scene playing out must look.&nbsp; "I've got an idea!&nbsp; &nbsp;How about you just go ahead and shut your filthy fucking cock-holster, eh?"&nbsp; The teen glances back over her shoulder, half-expecting some umbral nothing of a fiend to rip itself free of the shadows and come at her.&nbsp; The shade cast by the objects in her room remains politely mundane, however.&nbsp; Another sigh slumps her shoulders; she had almost wished the shadow-thing would pop up, as in some sick way it would mean her hallucinations were encapsulated entirely in all-out episodes of psychosis.&nbsp; The thought that she's starting to hear voices while otherwise lucid is somewhat less than comforting.<br><br><strong>"So much anger.&nbsp; And for what?&nbsp; Because life hasn't been good enough for you?&nbsp; Because you aren't talented enough?"</strong><br><br>Mimiru pushes through the door into the common hallway, heading toward the stairs.&nbsp; Aware that someone might be listening, she restrains herself to mumbling out the side of her mouth, "Piss off."<br><br><strong>...&nbsp; Because you aren't smart enough?</strong><br><br>"Piss off!" Mimiru growls, angrier and louder, as she begins to take the stairs at a clipped pace, as if hustling that little bit will let her outrun whatever disembodied voice is dogging her down the hall.&nbsp; The increasingly irate teen reaches the ground floor in no time at all, stomping through the commons in an obvious huff.<br><br><strong>...&nbsp; Because you weren't <em>good</em> enough.&nbsp; The only real problem with your life has always been <em>you</em>, hasn't it?</strong><br><br>That gave the rocker chick pause for a moment, right there standing before the front door of the dormitory.&nbsp; Her hands ball into fists and shove straight down at her sides, rising up on her tip-toes with her back arched like a hissing cat, pitching forward slightly with the sheer intensity of her emphatic outburst, "Fuck off you goddamn piece of shit!&nbsp; Grab hold of yourself by your fucking lipstick dick, bend over the fuck backwards, and cram that angry inch right up your own blown-out cumdump of a shit-chute, you cock-sucking, shit-eating, cum-guzzling goat-fuck bitch!"<br><br>There's a long moment afterward where she just stands there, panting slightly and red-faced from a combination of the sheer fury and volume of her tirade and a twinge of embarrassment at having exploded so publicly at what amounts to her imaginary friend.&nbsp; Her nostrils flare and her eyes remain slightly widened, trembling with incoherent rage for what seems like a very long time before the apparent absence of further berating from her incorporeal tormentor starts her toward calming down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:33:33</strong>
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				Taijo sat through the meeting and calmly listened to people talk about how they were adjusting and what ideas they had for dorm activities. When it came to his turn he simply said, “Everything is just fine with me. It’s a little stressful coming in a little later, but I’m sure I will catch up in my work.” It was a lie, the episode he had yesterday had proved he wasn’t adjusting well, but Taijo didn’t want to make a fuss. Whatever was happening to him, he would deal with it. He then continued to listen calmly until Aryn brought up the “incidents.” <br><br>Taijo’s stomach dropped and every muscle in his body tense up. He didn’t want to admit he had a hallucination because he wasn’t sure what had caused it. <em>Was it really a gas leak though? If it had been wouldn’t it have happened in the dorms and not in the classroom?</em> He asked himself. He looked over at Miki when they mentioned her episode in the music club. <br><br>He felt bad for her as she was being used as an example, but he said nothing and gave her a light smile. He could only imagine how it would have felt if people had seen him yesterday during his episode. He was still embarrassed that Kari, and that other guy saw him. In the end he said nothing. It seemed to be the best plan of action. He wasn’t ready to admit something had happened yet. <br><br>Miki suggested a tour of the building and Taijo nodded in agreement. It would be a good idea to know where everything was especially if there was an emergency. Taijo looked at the clock. He still had an hour left of free time scheduled so it was possible for him to tour the building with the group. <br><br>“Sounds like a good plan.” Taijo said to Ayrn brightly. It was apparent from the meeting that Aryn was Kari’s second hand. Kari was in a gang before. She might be running the dorm as a kind of gang. <em> It wouldn’t be a bad thing, </em>Taijo thought,<em>We are all living together so working together like a team could only make things easier on us. </em><br><br>Taijo stood up he looped his fingers together and stretched out his arms above his head. He started to head for the stairs with the group when he heard a woman’s voice rise up with a string of curse words. He looked over at everyone else as if he was asking. <em> Did you hear that? </em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:43:26</strong>
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				Jumping at the question of whether or not there had been anything weird or strange going on with everyone in the group, Vergil sighed and nodded once, but he didn't go into details.&nbsp; Just saying something had happened to him was a leap for him considering his anti-social nature.&nbsp; Still, the idea of looking for something out of the ordinary didn't seem like such a bad idea.&nbsp; He figured the sooner the better, hoping that it really was a simple gas leak.&nbsp; That idea was blown out of the water though when he moved his back in the wrong way, sending flares to his brain, reminding him of a nightmare that had become reality.&nbsp; "I don't mind looking around.&nbsp; It gives us an excuse to learn the layout of the dorm and...helps those that don't know their way around yet as well as others might to learn where everything...is."&nbsp; He being one of them but thankfully he had yet to get hopelessly lost just yet, but trying to find the bathroom in the middle of the night was not exactly his idea of a good time.&nbsp; Standing up and leaning against the table, his hands resting on the edge, Vergil sighed but smiled a little despite the tense mood.&nbsp; "So, where should...we start..and how should we split up do you think Kari-senpai?"&nbsp; Hearing the screaming from a nearby room but no discernible words from here, Vergil turned his attention to the sound and hoped he wasn't the only one hearing it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:12:05</strong>
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				Aryn had been sharply observing everyone in the room during their reactions to his inquiry. Of course he hadn't expected everyone who had had an incident to jump out of their chair with 'Oh my god yes! I'm so glad you brought it up!', so instead of relying on their words he had been focusing his attention on their body language, muscle tension, hesitation, <em>anything</em> he could spy that would be an unusual reaction for someone... except for Vergil and Miki, since he already knew about them.<br><br><em>'Sheesh, both of them tensed up? What in the world... dear god that's <strong>everyone.</strong> Everyone in these dorms that I've met so far, except maybe that doll girl.'</em> Aryn had a moment where his shocked realization floated faintly to his face, but he quickly mastered himself. <em>'This is serious. Too serious. I mean, I guess it's still guesswork but... oh man. I should make some preparations just in... wait what was that?'</em><br><br>Just then the yelling from downstairs broke through his contemplation of things to come. "Oookay, who knows what room that's coming from, and what do you wanna bet she just... I don't know, dropped her bed on her foot?" The sarcasm was a little light, and it was clear that he was actually concerned. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:20:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could have sworn, he vaguely heard something in the background that may or may not have been a human voice. But he just chalks it up to his imagination, and he quietly reminds himself that he needs to stay calm and focused. He is not going to break down in front of these people. He can't. He won't. He refuses! <br><br>But then Aryn says something. Which means it was a voice, and it wasn't in his head. This is good. This is nice to know. Reassuring, even. He's not losing it here. "It sounded like it came from around the front door... and they're probably having an argument on their cell phone with a friend." He offered, since while he had not made out clear words, he could feel the emotion behind them. <br><br>"As for going through the dorms... if we're checking each room, I'd like to take a few moments to clean mine up. It's not really presentable." Hey, it's usual for a kid to have a messy room, right? He hopes so. Because his room isn't a mess, he just wanted to make sure he had his pills entirely out of sight. He does not want people seeing them. Hell, he doesn't even want Kari seeing them, <em>especially</em> because she knows he's on them. Because he actually isn't, and never has been. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 05:09:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki's ears turned a flaming red as she heard more and more of the foul language. Her face and even hands soon matched. She twisted uncomfortably in her seat. <em>Whoever could be so...so...vulgar?!</em> Her hands twitched and fidgeted with her uniform skirt for a long moment, and then she stood. "Excuse me for a moment everyone." She bowed, and then followed the sound of the cursing. She stopped at the top of the stairs and bowed before calling down to the girl standing there.<br><br>"Gomen. Miss, could you please not speak so loudly? I mean no disrespect but your words carried."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 01:35:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari could hear the cursing coming from another direction, and recognized the voice faintly. Soon she saw Hikari leave her room and go down to the first level, but didn't say anything. Kari had a large amount of respect for the other girl, because in many ways they were outcasts in society. Granted Hikari wasn't a former gang member like herself, but when compared to the others, they had the most in common.<br><br>She knew that something had probably happened to cause Hikari's outburst, but knew that she needed to handle it later. Right now she needed to focus on the group. Watching Miki go, Kari stood and re-directed everyone's attention before putting her hands on her hips. She had to go against her curious instincts in this moment, no matter how much it drove her up the wall. Clearing her throat, Kari slowly looked at everyone and spoke slowly.<br><br>"Splitting up is a bad idea," glancing around as she spoke, she made sure to make eye contact with everyone. "Yes it would get things finished sooner, but I am the only one familiar with the dorm. We don't have a blueprint here in the dorm, but I was given a tour of it before and after the construction was finished. I understand that everyone's eager, but we should focus on the main areas. We are all in our rooms every day, so it will be easy to check those on a regular basis." Kari smiled reassuringly to everyone before stretching her arms a bit. <br><br>Looking at Aryn, Taijo, Shine, and Vergil Kari made the decision that she should wait for Miki to return from having investigated why Hikari had her outburst. "I think we should start on the second floor, then the first. Then we should do a quick sweep of the area around the dorm. So if anyone needs to go get shoes or a coat to wear outside, I'd advise that you two go and do so now." Kari eyed her sandals and knew she was ready to go outside, but wanted to give the others a chance. She squeezed the phone in her hand as she felt her chest flutter. <br><br>Something was creeping up behind her, causing the hair to raise on her back, but she knew nothing was there. No one&nbsp; was freaking out by looking at her, but she also knew that strange things were occurring. Everyone here had reacted to the incident, and she couldn't bear to let anything happen. She would continue to stand there, waiting for Miki to get back and for everyone to be ready.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 02:09:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki bowed again to the girl down the stairs. Still blushing, she returned to the meeting. "My apologies. I thought I heard you say that we should get shoes for going outside in? Then I will be right back." She would go to her room and change quickly into a pair of white capri jeans, a pink shirt with a Hello Kitty design on it, and tennis shoes. The only thing similar to her uniform was the necklace of sakura blossoms she still wore. She returned as quickly as she could and bowed to Kari. "I am ready Kari-senpai."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 02:17:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm always ready, more or less. If anybody wants some candy or gum or anything, let me know, I'm always willing to share." He nodded his head as he spoke. He sniffs a bit, perhaps just some allergies, since it is spring, but the reasoning he sniffed was because he was sure he had caught the scent of pickled plums. Some times the noise came first; some times it was the scent. His hallucinations were always powerful, something he could sense with every single one of his senses. But was it going to happen now? He hoped not. No, no, it wouldn't. It had to be something else. Maybe their's pickled plums in the fridge, or something... yeah. That has to be it. <br><br>After that initial cracking and falling away of his facade, he worked to slide it back in place. It took him a few moments, but he's not really doing anything odd; it's all just psychological. Their's a slightly distant look to his eyes showing he's distracted, but that could be caused by a great number of things. <br><br>...Could he trust Kari? She wouldn't have access to his file, wouldn't be the RA, if she wasn't mature, capable, and trustworthy, right? But she knows his secret. That's worrying to him, but like with many things, their's no real give away that he's worried. He's worked diligently to become good at showing people what he wants them to see, rather than what is actually there. He's almost always just got this very care free, happy go lucky sort of expression, and way of carrying himself. <br><br>It was all a lie. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 03:54:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taijo watched Miki go and thought it might be best to let her handle whatever was happening downstairs. He himself returned back to the group just in time to hear Kari tell them to stay together. He nodded and thought if he wanted to change. Normally, he would as he hated button up shirts, but he really didn’t want to draw attention to the bruise on his neck. Then again jeans and gym shoes would be nice and comfortable.&nbsp; “I’ll be right back myself.” He said after Miki had returned. <br><br>He returned to his room swiftly and put on a pair of jeans and some white gym shoes. He kept his shirt though and kept it buttoned up at the top, but undid the buttons on the sleeves and rolled them up. Then he came back to the group and stood next to Miki. “I’m ready as well.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 04:51:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari nodded as she realized everyone was ready. She had been patiently waiting for this moment, and took in a slow breath to calm herself. Smiling to everyone, she started to leave the common area and motioned that everyone follow her down the hall. "We should check the bathrooms on this floor first, then the storage room and closets."<br><br>Kari led the group throughout the second floor, searching everything and anything they came across. They weren't really finding anything that was out of the ordinary, but Kari wasn't surprised by that. After all, it was apparent that they all had experienced things but they all occurred at different places. This was more of an informality to build a sense of team hood, and Kari hoped that it worked. <br><br>Once they were done with the second floor, Kari led them down the first and began to search throughout there. Again, there was really nothing out of the ordinary, and Kari stood with her hands on her hips, simply glancing around the lobby of the first floor, letting out a deep sigh. "I wonder. . . " she would say rather slowly. "Should we go outside and check the area around the dorm? We don't have to go very far, and it's still pretty light out." Staring out the dormitory's glass front, she noted that it was getting dark a bit, but that there was still enough light to where the street lights weren't on yet. It would still be safe, especially since they would be right outside the dorm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 05:16:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki accepted a candy from Shine and kept her eyes open during their tour. It was a bit strange to be walking around their new home like this, but it was kind of fun too. It felt like one of those western detective novels or something. Even though she didn't know <em>what</em> to look for, she got into the investigation with gusto. <br><br>When Kari suggested they go outside she was smiling cheerfully. "Sure. What are we going to look for outside the dorm Kari-senpai?" She was feeling chipper and it showed now.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 05:57:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari turned her head hearing Miki's question and promptly answered it once something came to mind. "Well we could make sure that the exterior of the building looks okay. We could also search for any issues with the landscaping or see if there were dead plants nearby." She suddenly paused and realized that there was another way to see if people found evidence of such things occurring. If Kari used the guise of someone possibly pulling pranks on them, then people may start speaking up more. "There's been some rumors of students from rival schools coming and pulling pranks on Gekkoukan students as well, so we should investigate for any signs of that around the dorm. That's the last thing we need, a group of kids causing crap here at our dorm that have no right too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 12:20:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment Miki addresses Mimiru the punk's head whips around, wide-eyed with her lips pulled up in a snarl.&nbsp; For a tense moment, it looks as though the girl may have inadvertently stepped in front of a charging bull.&nbsp; Very slowly, though, Mimiru begins to relax, her shoulders slumping back down and eyes narrowing back to a more speculative stare at the other girl.&nbsp; The realization that it's a person addressing her, not some phantom voice echoing in the back of her skull, seems to be enough to curb her outburst for the moment.<br><br>Not that she might not smack the other girl <em>anyway</em> under normal circumstances, but for the time being she's already driven to distraction.&nbsp; Lowering her head and pushing the heel of her palm to her left eyebrow, Mimiru closes her eyes for a moment and shakes her head.&nbsp; By the time she looks back up, Miki's already run off to do something else.<br><br>"Tch.&nbsp; Being batshit nucking-futs is harder than it looks.&nbsp; I should ask Mr. Edogawa for some pro-tips," Mimiru comments aside to herself.&nbsp; The silence that responds to her is comforting, at least enough so to compose herself for the moment and continue on her way out the front door. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 22:09:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"By the way, kari-chan, do we have an emergency first aid kit somewhere? I asked earlier... if you answered, I'm sorry, I didn't catch it." He smiled apologetically to the RA, his eyes constantly but casually roaming from person to person, watching as they go off and come back.<br><br>"We should always know where it is, and have it somewhere easily accessible. And if we don't have one, maybe we could all pitch in and buy one from the pharmacy at Paulownia Mall?" He offered helpfully as he took out another candy from his messenger bag, and popped it into his mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 22:24:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari smacked herself in the face with her palm, and groaned loudly hearing Shine's question. She had forgotten about his question and felt like an idiot, her thoughts of what was possibly to come had been too much of a distraction. Giving Shine a sheepish blush, she waved her hand around her face to try and fan the slight tint in her cheeks away, the freckles on her face standing out a bit more. "Ah. . . Yes we do have one in my office but also in each kitchen. I apologize for not remembering to answer you the first time, Shine-san." Kari bowed her head as she gave a playful chuckle, scratching the back of her head. "I guess I got a little overwhelmed with everyone's questions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 01:49:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'm glad that we all know where that is now." Aryn pipped back in. He had gone quiet while they were searching the dorms, which was pretty normal for him when he started focusing on a task. It was in his nature to fully apply himself to whatever he decided to do. "Anyways, I'd be up for searching around outside as well. Better safe than sorry, and all that jazz. I'm not totally sure what we'd even be looking for at this point though. Ventilation and stuff tends to all be located on the roof, right? I'm not sure that pranksters would climb our building just to screw with us, although I guess it's not out of the question."<br><br>Aryn looked just a bit distant as he spoke as he realized he was speaking with a bit more of his 'attitude' than he generally liked to portray publically. <em>'Ah well, I guess this is what I get for never getting enough sleep. Maybe I should see if I can get a prescription...? Then again, if things are gonna be crazy I might need to be able to wake up on a moments notice. I guess I'll just have to wait and see how things go before I make a move on that one.'</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:56:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari nodded to Aryn and crossed her arms as she looked over the group of students for a few moments. She was beginning to wonder if everyone was doing alright before her eyes landed on Vergil. He seemed a bit edgy so she approached him and quietly spoke in his ear. "Are you alright, Vergil-san?" Seeing how the boy eyed her, she immediately recognized that he was feeling uncomfortable and nodded her head slowly toward the hall his room was down. "How about you go turn in early and rest up so you can enjoy your day off tomorrow?" To this, Vergil simply nodded his head and excused himself from the group, heading to his room. Kari swiftly turned around to the others and waved her hand around as if it were no big issue. "Um, Vergil-san's feeling under the weather, so I told him he should go rest." She said calmly before glancing over at her group once more. <br><br>Hearing Aryn mention the roof, Kari nodded and crossed her arms. "That's a likely spot as well. I know what things should like, for I was given the tour before I moved in so I will be able to tell if things have been messed with up on the roof. If we suspect anything, we can always call maintenance to come down and give it a look. And Aryn-kun, you'd be surprised with what some kids did my first year here at Gekkoukan, or what we did back at my middle school." Kari gave him a mischievous wink before turning to face the others in the group. "I think we should definitely search that after we go outside. The roof is lit up at night, so we will be fine if we have to search in the dark. Also, I'll have to dig out the key that will give us access and that may take awhile, so I would advise that we go outside first. Is everyone ready?" Kari would ask as she slowly made her way toward the glass doors of the lobby.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:27:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm always ready." He said casually, which, believe it or not, tended to be quite true. One thing about his condition, it led to paranoid thoughts. Those, in turn, combined with his tendency and capacity to think a great deal, led to many plans being devised in his head. Additionally, it made him want to acquire and carry around items that may not have any use in a common day application, and which he may very well never need to use, but nonetheless possessed. The term "crazy prepared" and the saying "better to have an item and not need it, than need it and not have it" could be applied to Shine quite easily.<br><br>He kept with the group, bringing up the rear, his eyes constantly darting and searching, apparently genuinely suspecting to find something out of the ordinary. In truth, he was just starting to think that maybe the common thread in this dorm was not musical talent, but rather, the school had just arranged to put all the mentally ill students in one room. Maybe it was a test, or a show, or something, or...no, no, he should not entertain such notions. They weren't conducive to him getting better. But still...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 07:27:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taijo silently followed the group and examined each area, but he didn’t see anything suspicious. He took this task seriously and it could be seen on his face. His eyes squinted at certain objects only to relax when he found them non- threatening. He didn’t really say anything, but followed Kari silently and listened to the answers of people’s questions. When Kari mentioned that they were going outside, Talo nodded, “I am ready, as well, Kari-kun.”<br><br>They were just heading outside so it wasn’t that big a deal to Taijo. He liked it outside during this time of year. It wasn’t too hot, but also wasn’t too cold. It was the perfect weather for a run. His only fear at the moment was having another episode like he did yesterday. He didn’t want to appear crazy to his dorm mates. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 08:55:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryn simply nodded when asked if he was ready, not wanting to contribute more sounds to an audiably crowded area. He followed after Kari, his eyes still trailing through the room as though he half expected to notice something amiss at the last second. He decided it might be a decent idea to lighten the mood. <br><br>"So, what do you guys do? I mean, these are the music dorms, I figure everyone must play an instrument or something. I'm actually still a bit surprised I got set up here... when I was filling out the paperwork the only thing I wrote down was that I occasionally compose. Just writing sheet music, I've never had anything produced or even tried performing most of them." Aryn grinned slightly. "I'll probably be the odd one out when it comes time for the music club. Oh, sort of on the same subject, what kind of stuff do you each listen to?"<br><br>Once the search is on again, Aryn fully goes back to intensely investigating the area, although he keeps an ear open for the replies of his peers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 17:31:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki wasn't quite as prepared or observant as her peers. She did look around the dorm as carefully as she could but it wasn't with the intensity of the others as she didn't know what she was looking for. She looked a bit sad at the mention of pranksters, but then looked away. <em>At least pranksters aren't as bad as the twins.</em><br><br>She was startled out of her thoughts by Kari's question. "Of course Kari-senpai." She followed the others, then looked to Aryn. "I play the shamisen. I've been practicing it since I was a little girl. I've always found the geisha styling to be the most comfortable and relaxing, so that's what I tend to play. As for what I listen to...hmm. Well, I like stringed instruments and romantic music." She smiled. "It's soothing. That and anime soundtracks."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 21:12:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a look to the clock, Oguri waves to get the attention of her sempai before getting herself ready to leave for the day. She moved into town almost a year ago and should have started school last week with the other students, but with her father falling ill and herself taking the time to find a suitable replacement for running the Breeze of the Cherry Trees Inn on the outskirts of town she had too much on her plate to balance with school until now. On her way out of the pharmaceutical establishment, Oguri is given a brown paper bag stapled shut and an address tag with the name of Shine Masateru. With a nod of her head, grasped delivery in hand, and a respectful farewell for the night to her sempai, Oguri rides on the side of the road with her bicycle. It only took a few minutes of peddling to arrive at the hospital, where she entered and stayed for only a few minutes as her father hasn't shown any sign of progress and she is only able to see him through a two-inch thick plate of glass. As she leaves the hospital a few tears well up in her eyes, but she wipes them away with the sleeve of her jacket, and once again strides down the street on her bike.<br><br>The address she was required to deliver to was near the school she was supposed to for her third year, and her thoughts were it's convenience to her getting a chance to examine the area so she wouldn't get lost on her first day. That and since the first week has already passed by, she would need to catch up with which classes she would need to take and where they reside. She stops her bike when she's in view of the school, and takes a moment to absorb the appearance of the school. To her, it looked far more appealing than the schools in America, but she already saw this school before. This will be the first whole year that she will be attending, and a sense of accomplishment arises in her chest, warming her body as she lets a smile peek from her lips. Oguri walks her bike to a bike rack and looks at the area around her, which seems rather devoid of life or movement, and the creeping feeling of isolation slips into her mind, causing her to take her pack and sling it over her shoulder. Her hands pull the sides of her jacket together as she starts to wander around outside, hoping to find a sign for the dorm she is looking for, but with the size of the school that might take a while.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 01:39:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kari smirked a bit at Aryn's question and slowly opened up the glass door to the lobby, motioning everyone to walk out ahead of her when they were ready. Deciding that she'd answer his question as well, Kari slowly cleared her throat and followed after everyone once they were outside. "I don't personally play an instrument like Miki-san plays the shamisen, which is very traditional of you by the way," Kari said in Miki's direction, giving her a swift wink and a smirk before turning around as she walked backwards out onto the sidewalk so everyone could follow after her. "And I don't compose sheet music either like Aryn-kun does." She crossed her arms and smirked up at everyone before looking them all directly in the eye. <br><br>"However, during my gang days back in middle school we had a small band. For awhile I sang and ran the synthesizing for our music, but it wasn't a long lived feat." Laughing a bit, Kari nervously scratched the back of her head. "We sucked in all actuality, but it was something fun. Anyway, when they asked me my preference of which dormitory I would be in charge of overseeing, my preference was toward the music one." Kari giggled softly as she started to walk around the front of the dorm, inspecting the glass wall and the brick exterior for signs of alteration. She didn't pay any mind to the people walking past them on the street, instead keeping her eye out for any shadows that may be a bit more 'active' than a normal shadow should be. Glancing down at her phone, she stared at the black screen and sighed slightly with relief when she noticed there was no writing on it. <br><br><em>Maybe we will all be safe now that everything is out in the open. . . kind of. . .</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 21:02:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miki smiled at Kari's acknowledgment and looked interested at the mention of a band. "Synthesizing? That sounds very interesting Kari-senpai. How does that...work?" Noticing an apparently lost young woman wandering around near the bike racks, she looked at Kari. "Excuse me a moment Kari-senpai."<br><br>Miki would walk a few steps in the girl's direction, staying within easy eyeshot of the group, and wave. "Konnichwa! I'm Ishinaka Miki. Are you lost, miss? Can I help you find something?" She bowed lightly, the minimum bow of politeness, and stood still to listen. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 01:28:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I play the flute. A few different types, actually. I've always been fond of wind instruments." He answered the question with a small smile. Finally, something that wasn't a lie.&nbsp; How often does he lie, anyways, he wonders to himself. It's become natural to him. He can't ever let anyone get truly close to him. He decided on that a long time ago. <br><br>He did not notice the lost girl right off the bat; or, rather, he did and didn't give it any mind, until Miki&nbsp; excused herself. She was weird. And he was glad for that, too. So was the girl with the doll. And Vergil. And, now that he thinks about it, everyone else in the dorms! They must be. Maybe that's the common link, and not music. So his thoughts go, at least.&nbsp; He was glad for the others being weird, though. It meant he could better hide himself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 03:29:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oguri turned her head and almost jumped back at the introduction, as she didn't notice that anyone was even nearby. "Ko-Konnichiwa Ishinaka-San, I'm Michiyo Oguri. I was supposed to have started school last week with everyone else but my family has encountered some... complications. If I'm not allowed to be here unless I live in the dorm, I apologize, but I've been given the task of delivering a prescription to a..." she says shyly and tilts the bag she was carrying forward, and reading the name on the sticker. "a Masateru Shine? Is he currently here?" Her eyes travel from the girl to the boy that is standing away from them, then back to the girl, not liking being outnumbered at all even if wherever she goes there will be more people than herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 04:28:10</strong>
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				Miki smiled. "It is nice to meet you Michiyo-san. I'm sure there's no problem with you being here. Some of us were just exploring the dorm and I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem for you to come with us. You'd need to ask Kari-senpai though. She's our resident advisor. As for Shine-senpai, that's him right there." She stood aside and gestured to Shine. She waved him forward as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 04:29:13</strong>
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				“I play the Cello.” Taijo said automatically, “but, I honestly don’t care for it too much.” He felt a little embarrassed admitting this to his dorm mates as they all seemed to like music. However, he felt it was best not to lie in this situation. He had taken up music because his parents had made him. There was little interest in it for him. <br><br>He didn’t pay much attention to the girl who had arrived near the dorms until Miki went over and introduced herself. He smiled a bit. “Miki- san is very kind hearted, I see.” He said to the group. “She likes to care for others. Much like you, Kari-kun. ” He gave their R.A. a little smirk as he said this. He didn't forget how kind she was to him after his 'episode' the other day. Taijo pointed this out because he thought it was admirable quality. Taijo couldn’t help, but feel happy that there were so many caring individuals in the dorm. If they ended up finding out about ‘episode’ then maybe they wouldn’t be so judgmental about it. Nevertheless he didn’t want to have one, especially now that he was getting to know people. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 16:08:59</strong>
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				Oguri nods and smiles to her new acquaintance, and gives a small respectful bow before trotting over to Shine, holding out the bag. "Deliver for you Shine-sama," she beams a smile to the boy, her shy demeanor hidden by the drive of completing her job, which also pushes away the feeling of something not being right about this place. Once he takes the bag, she bows politely and then trots back to Ishinaka. "I forgot to ask before, but who is the R.A.?" she asks politely, her hands clasped together and in front of her, as she is still shy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 18:03:45</strong>
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				Aryn didn't really take much notice of the new arrival, not even when Miki ran over and introduced herself. It was only once a question was asked that he stopped what he was doing long enough to jerk his thumb towards Kari. "That one." He replied curtly but with a grin, as though he was making a joke of some kind. "Did you need her for something?"<br><br>He took a moment to take better stock of who he was speaking to. "Sorry, it's been a long couple days. My name is Aryn Hizurugi. Pleased to meet you. Do you go to school with us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 19:32:26</strong>
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				"...Hi. Since when does the pharmacy do deliveries?" He asks, entirely perplexed by this turn of events. He's used to going there and picking up the drugs himself. Damnit. Hopefully no one's going to ask questions... he could always cut it off and just come up with an explanation. Say it's for insomnia, or something. Or that could seem too defensive, and raise questions, and no matter what, Kari would know he was lying, and then she might suspect all the other lies...<br><br>So, it seems like he's just going to play the casual card. It's alright, he assures himself, he's become good at this. He accepts the package, and stashes it away into the messenger bag he always carries with him. He offers no explanation, and acts as nonchalantly as he can.&nbsp; Which is <em>quite</em> good. <br><br>Once the package was secured, he took out his wallet, and gave her what he owed, about 800 yen. He was covered by his guardians medical insurance, but they didn't pay the full thing. His copay out of the way, he would become quiet, and just passively observe the others in the group as they interacted. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 22:09:03</strong>
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				Her head turned to look Aryn and she bows politely. "Why yes, I do. I transferred here six months ago, but I'm still rather new to the area," she says with less shyness to her words and movements, feeling welcome among this group already. When Shine pulled out some yen she held up her hands before clasping them together and bowing again. "I already get paid to deliver and organize orders at the pharmacy, and I wouldn't want to take any more money than I already have been given. Sensei has employed me as a secretary and improvised delivery girl for the orders that are within the area." Oguri bows again to the two boys and then the first girl. "Thank you all for the warm welcome, as well as information."<br><br>She trots over to the R.A. and waits to be addressed, as she is already in a conversation with another boy. She overheard them earlier, but she knows less about music than she does heavyweight boxing, so she wouldn't even dare attempt at joining in the conversation. When addressed, or at least asked who she is, Oguri bows slightly. "Konnichiwa, I'm Michiyo Oguri, and I've been told to ask permission to explore the premises for which classes I will be attending this year."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 00:37:29</strong>
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				Kari was about to answer Miki when she suddenly excused herself to go wander off and greet the girl who appeared to be lost and looking for something around their dorm. She was a little suspicious of the stranger until she saw the bag with some sort of order form on it. <em>Delivery girl eh?</em> She thought to herself quietly before glancing back over at Shine and Taijo. Hearing that they both played an instrument, she smiled softly and nodded as she thought. "So the cello was what I saw you carrying into the dorm then, Taijo-kun? Well, if you don't really care for it that much have you considered possibly switching to something else? With your background, you should be able to adapt to a new instrument relatively well right?" Kari was speaking purely out of curiosity. She'd known a few people who could play multiple instruments because of their similarity in nature.<br><br>Her face suddenly froze when she heard Taijo mention that she was kind-hearted, and immediately crossed her arms and tried to act tough. "Miki-san is better at it than I. After all, she's more of a girl than me!" Kari laughed a bit as she flicked her short hair past her cheek then flexed her arm, revealing that she did have some muscle there. She was definitely more of a tomboy than anything, but Kari didn't care. "After all, a leader always takes care of their own, right?" She said to Taijo before giving him a semi-informal salute. Returning his smirk, she lowered her 'tough guy' act and ran her hands over her shorts as she stared around at the group, noting the interaction going on between the delivery girl and Shine. Kari immediately assumed the pills had to do with his condition, but kept her face calm and blank so that no one would catch on to the fact that she knew about Shine's condition. The only reason she had known about it was because she had access to his records; as an RA she needed such information in case there were times of crisis.<br><br>Lifting her brows to seeing Aryn thrust his thumb out toward her, Kari put her hands on her hips as she stared at him curiously. "That one what?" she would ask before seeing the delivery girl approach her. Kari immediately wrapped her arms together under her breasts, watching the stranger with a wary eye. She was already on edge from the strange feeling she had, not to mention the warning that had been given to her. Part of her felt the need to check her phone, but she couldn't do that. . . not yet anyway. <br><br>Flicking her eyes over the girl as she was addressed, Kari bowed her head slightly before standing straight once more. Tilting her head to the side as she thought, Kari paused in her breathing for a few moments before speaking softly. "Konnichiwa. I am the RA of this building. My name is Kasaro Kari." she said politely before staying quite for a few moments, processing what the girl had said to her. "Exploring the campus? Well if you need a tour guide you could go to the school and request one. This right here is our dorm," she said pointing backward at the glass and brick building. "And there are other ones located along this street. They are new, just opened this term actually." Pausing once more, Kari scratched at a freckle on her nose before continuing, her blue eyes locked on the stranger before her. "But Gekkoukan is only about a ten minute walk from here. Do you know where the actual school is?" Kari waited for a response, and stiffened a bit as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. All the hair on her neck stood up as she debated whether she should check it or not. After all, it could be something completely normal. . . A mail message or missed call. . . But her stomach soon began to knot up and twist about. . . as if could be something else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 23:17:00</strong>
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				Oguri payed close attention to what she was saying, and noticed that her arms were crossed after the first few seconds of dialogue. She couldn't help but feel shy, and she pulled the sides of her jacket together on instinct. When asked questions, her voice was softer. "I-I thought this was the school, Kari-senpai. It's such a big building and I thought that the clubs have already started. I apologize for mistaking the dorm for the school," the girl says before bowing, her eyes turned to the ground. When she heard the sound of a vibrating phone, she lifted her gaze and then looked around, and seeing no one looking for their own phone she silently whimpers as she feels like she stumbled across something she shouldn't have. <em>"Please be nothing... please be nothing...</em> she thinks to herself, a sense of fear apparent in her eyes and her hands cross with the jackets sides, hiding her breasts and all of her shirt in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 04:39:47</strong>
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				Aryn just grinned at Kari for a reply. She figured out what quicky enough when the new girl walked over with her question. He let himself fade into the background a bit, just listening in on the conversations. Once attention was properly off of him, he allowed himself a small smile. <em>'She might not want to be seen as someone who cares, but I don't think she can avoid it. It's written all over her, after all. Since when is compassion a trait someone doesn't want to be credited for anyways? Ah well, she might be a bit backwards, but she's got it right where it counts.'</em><br><br>The phone vibration didn't really click in his head right away, but after a few moments his gaze slowly turned to Kari. He put on his best smile. "Hey, I'm gonna be right back, alright? Gotta use the restroom." <br><br>As soon as he was inside the dorm he bolted for his room as fast as he could, retrieving his bokun which had still been lying out, and then bolted back downstairs to the front. He had thought for a moment about going for his real sword, but it was stashed away under a bunch of boxes. He didn't know how much time he had, assuming of course that it wasn't just a text message, but he didn't intend to take any chances. He was pretty sure he could kill someone with a bokun anyways. Second place in his catagory's finals wasn't something to sneeze at, after all. At the door, he took a deep breath to slow his breathing and to think about how he'd be re-entering the conversation. <em>'It would be weird if I showed back up with a bokun for no reason. Ah, think! No, wait, I've got it.'</em><br><br>He stepped back out and towards the others with a grin and a flourish. "Oh yeah, it occurred to me that before the day is out we might get some practice in, Kari-kun. You did say you wanted to back at the meet. What do you think of that once we're finished up out here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 22:09:50</strong>
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				Kari turned toward the apologizing girl, using her as a distraction from the tingling sensation she was experiencing on her skin. She wasn't sure if her phone was being normal or not, and currently lacked the courage to quiet her curiosity. Then she caught sight of Aryn's face and how he excused himself rather quickly. <em>I wonder if he caught on to what may be happening. . .</em> she thought slowly to herself as she forced her face to stay blank. If there was something about to happen, she needed Aryn by her side. They had agreed to back each other up, beating around the topic of what was happening to them but had solidified their alliance to protect the students of the dorm. She hoped he'd return soon, her stomach still knotting and twisting. <br><br>Seeing the new girl before her begin to bow profusely again, Kari waved her hand dismissively at her, speaking softly in a reassuring way to calm the confused girl. "There's no need for such formalities," she would start out softly. "No this isn't the school, it’s much larger. This is just one of the many new dorms. But you being new to the area, well. . . it's understandable that you would get confused." Giving the girl a charming smile, Kari slowly pushed some of her chin-length black hair back in a fashion that would surely attract the attention of any guy gawking her. It was rare that she did such a feminine thing, but she was trying to sooth the uneasyness within the girl before her, and in her own stomach. <br><br><em>Sacrifice yourself for the others.</em> <br><br>The words echoed through Kari's mind. It was a philosophy she had adopted back when she was a yankee, in weekly fights over territorial matters or defending fellow members. Her sense of team spirit was stronger than it should have been, but that's what happens when you live a hardened lifestyle. Kari had been hospitalized for some of the fights she had been in, as did her teammates. Even a few had been killed during some of the more aggressive times. Kari herself had been, but that was something she would never speak of, or of what she had seen. The only sign that such a thing had happened was a scar hidden upon her body somewhere, from the accident that eventually forced her into a more 'domestic' lifestyle and led to her transfer to Gekkoukan.<br><br>Seeing Aryn coming back out of the building, realizing how much time had passed while she was absorbed in thought, Kari tussled her hair a bit before glancing at him. Seeing the boken in his hand, it was suddenly clear in her mind as to what he was referencing too and she slowly nodded as her hand went into her pocket, her fingers slowly touching the plastic and metal of her phone. "I completely forgot about that, Aryn-kun. Thank you though; we should practice our skills for Kendo Club. We will start as soon as we are done checking out the dorm." Kari glanced over everyone in their group before slowly gripping her phone and withdrawing it from her pocket. Using her thumb to flip it open, she slowly peered her eyes down at it, hesitantly breaking her eye contact with Aryn as she glanced at the screen. As she looked up to tell Aryn, it was too late. . .<br><br>The surrounding area had already begun to shift. The moon was becoming visible in the sky and was the color of blood. Kari felt every hair stand up on her body as the ground underneath them suddenly shifted and blood began to pool and ooze out of any crevice it could. Turning around madly, Kari immediately took up her defensive stance as she heard faint whispering in the back of her mind. Glancing around quickly, Kari balled her fists up together before glancing down at her phone; the timer had just reached 00:00. Her hair was a bit fluffy from standing up at the roots, and she quickly shot Aryn a glance. "Everyone huddle up!" She yelled authoritatively as she began to back everyone up into each other. Kari and Aryn had to protect everyone, they knew what was coming and could fight.<br><br>Knowing that she had been unable to really inflict any damage to the creatures she'd fought off last night, Kari didn't let it break her resolve. She had survived fighting them off for twelve hours the day before, and could do it again. Stepping out of her flip flops, she got a good grip on the blood covered pavement underneath her and sweat was visible on her brow. She couldn't help the feeling of terror crawling over her skin, but she knew she would overcome it. An intense feeling of heat was spreading from her belly and chest, and soon her brows were furrowed in anger as she yelled into the dark, watching the shadows of the buildings dance and sway as if to taunt her. <br><br>"What do you want with us!?" She yelled through grit teeth. "Why do you have to choose them!?" Glaring down at her phone, Kari waited for a response but got none. Fighting a string of curses, Kari's attention was suddenly caught by something in the corner of her eye. Her head snapped up to see the shadow beast from her last two encounters approaching their group slowly. The expression on her face screamed that she knew the creature, so anyone looking directly at her would have come to the realization as well. Waving her arm out to the side as if she were holding a sword, Kari braced her stance of about to charge, her eyes on fire with intense hatred. All of the negative emotions that had fueled her the day before were back in full force, driving her onward.<br><br><div align="center">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs9/i/2006/074/8/4/Shadow_Wolf_by_Birvan.jpg)</div><br>Leaving the group, Kari darted forward and swung her arm around at the shadow beast whom easily dodged the strike. Screaming out in frustration, Kari continued to punch and kick at it, darting back and forth as she tried to fight it and destroy it. She was blinded by her anger, but also blinded by the fact that this thing had come after <em>her</em> and now was coming after the people she had to protect. When her strikes did connect with the beast, she did no damage just like the time before, and she desperately tried to understand why she couldn't damage it. The cell phone was still in her right hand, and she used it as a weight, similar to brass knuckles, to carry her punch forward faster. She noticed that whenever her right hand connected with the beast that it would flinch or the shadows would ripple on it. Glancing back to Aryn briefly, she noticed that there were other shadow creatures closing in on him and the group from all sides. They were the many handed creatures that wore masks of different colors that the beast had originally saved her from during her first encounter. <br><br><div align="center">(http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/429/957562-shadow1_super.jpg)</div><br>Screaming out for him, she waved her arms to alert him to the threat and left herself open. The shadow beast that had been stalking her took this opportunity to lunge forward, snapping it's jaws at her and pinning her to the blood stained ground. Punching at the beast, Kari screamed out defiantly and hit it so hard in the head that her cell phone shattered in her hand. Using this chance to escape, she rolled away by tucking her knees to her chest and sprawled out against the pavement as she skidded back toward the group in a pool of blood. Her knees were cut up, her hands and feet covered in blood from being knocked down. Surely it was a horrifying sight, being entrapped within a world and seeing someone so easily begin to fight as if they were used to it. Kari's secret was now out to the group, and her bruises were visible still on her left side. Now it should have become apparent to what really happened to her, that is, if anyone was still wasn't panicking. <br><br>Opening up her right palm, Kari winced as she felt the pieces of her broken cell phone fall to the ground and noticed some were buried into her palm. Picking them out, Kari paused at the last piece. It was the gold microchip she had found that started it all. Buried over halfway into her palm, Kari simply stared at it as her own blood pooled around it, an echoing voice filling her head and drowning everything else out. <strong>"Thou art I, and I am thou. From the sea of thy soul I come."</strong> Part of her recognized what was being said in her mind, but another part was almost too terrified to move. The sound of her heart beating pounded in her ears, only able to hear her own breathing as everything else seemed to become a haze in the already different. Her whole body shook as the words continued to fill her mind. <strong>"Unsurpassed strength is obtained by those with proud hearts. The time has come, and so has your fate. Which destiny will you choose? To fall? Or become more?”</strong><br><br>That’s when Kari felt it. All of the negative emotions within her that had been fueling her enraged fighting suddenly spread throughout all of her body. <em>I-I must. . . </em> she thought to herself slowly. <em>I must defend them; I have to channel all of this into my strength! I must become more in order to protect them!</em> Glaring at the shadow monster before her, Kari ground her teeth together and almost snarled. <em>It’s your fault that they are endangered! It’s your fault this has happened!</em> Kari screamed out within her mind as she glared at the shadows with the masks circling the group and the golden chip in her hand. <em>All your damn fault!</em> she screamed inside her mind, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably as her rage suddenly bubbled and boiled up uncontrollably, screaming inside of her mind. Her eyes were blinded as her will burned with power, consuming her form as her hand clenched the golden chip embedded into her flesh, making her blood leak out even faster onto the already tainted ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 23:45:38</strong>
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				Everything seemed to be going so well. It was a nice day, and everything was... just plain nice. Yes. But then, everything started getting weird. It was odd; a weirdness he was unaccustomed to. He noticeably flinched as the world started to change around them, but remained shockingly calm. As far as he knew, this was only something happening to him, and he was stubborn about not freaking out infront of people.<br><br>It's only when Kari starts to react to the scene that he realizes something. Holy. Shit. This isn't just happening to him. It's happening to her... it's happening to all of them? Maybe. Possibly. God. What does this mean? What are the implications? Maybe he's never been crazy, maybe he... no, no, what if they're all just crazy, and it's some sort of shared hallucination? Oh, no. That would be horrible.<br><br>He's too torn, too conflicted about this. His mind is going a mile a minute in two different directions with this, all while trying to appear like nothing is going on, even when Kari began to fight. He froze up completely, though not from any shock that might be caused by this situation. Rather, he froze up because of absolute disbelief. <em>This can't be real, this can't be happening...</em> It's a mantra. Unfortunately, it's going to do him not even a lick of good when the monsters invariably notice the practically paralyzed&nbsp; student. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 00:02:35</strong>
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				<em>What will you do now, I wonder?</em><br><br>The question appeared in Aryn's mind unbidden and with an unfamiliar voice. Before he had time to wonder at it though, the world began to change around him. When Kari gave the order to huddle up, Aryn took his place on the other side of the group brandishing his Bokun. "Well, all the crazy shit that we've been getting hints of has finally come to pay us a visit huh?" He spared a glance for the girl who just arrived for a delivery. Pretty bad luck. "Alright everyone, stay together and we'll get through this! If you can fight, provide cover for those who can't. I don't know you guys well enough to give good orders, so do what you know you can do and most importantly stay alive!" <em>"Here they come..."</em><br><br>When Kari split away from the group, Aryn let out a low growl of frustration. While offense may arguably be the best defense, did she really have the luxury of striking out when they had so many people to defend? He turned his gaze forward, focusing on the incoming shadows. He would just have to believe in her ability and simply do his part. As one of the lesser creatures approached a bit more boldly than the rest, Aryn stepped into action, unleashing a barrage of strikes with his bokun. He struck with precision and power, sending it backwards through the air back among it's kin, but it sprang right back up as though it didn't feel a thing. "What the hell...?" Aryn grit his teeth and braced himself. This wasn't gonna be easy.<br><br>Just then he heard Kari's cry of warning, and he turned in time to see her stricken down. His eyes went wide with the amount of blood she was already sharing with the earth, and though she escaped the larger creatures grasp his emotions had been roused. This was just like back then...<br><br>This time though, he wouldn't just watch. He had to help her!<br><br>Aryn blazed a path to the greater beast. It didn't matter that he wasn't doing any harm to the lesser... things, merely that they were pushed out of his way when he struck them. "You sunnova bitch!" He cried out as he lept at the canine-esque beast, delivering a blow that would have surely crushed limbs and broken a human being. This thing was not human however, and it shrugged of his mightiest of blows as though it was nothing more than a stiff breeze. It did take notice of him, however insignificant the strike may have been. The beast swiped at Aryn, which he rolled underneath, delivering an upward slash to it's jaw. For his effort, his bokun splintered. <em>'How the hell is this possible? If even this isn't enough...?</em> Aryn's eyes began to widen in real fear at last. Fear that coursed through his entire being. Fear that slowed him down. The beast struck then, it's claws digging deep through his chest and sending him to the ground a few feet away. He lost his grip on his bokun and couldn't tell where it landed.<br><br>He turned his gaze to Kari, struggling to get up. The fear was still with him, and was no doubt visible in his eyes as he spoke. "My sword... In my closet on the left..." He struggled to get to his feet to no avail, blood soaking through his now ripped open shirt. He turned his gaze to the seemingly invincible creature. He was breathing hard, and he clearly intended to try and continue to fight even though he was so dazed he couldn't stand. <em>"Damn it damn it damn it! I can't believe this... I fought with all of my talent and strength and the most I managed was to screw up my Bokun and waste my life. To die in an inane circumstance such as this... truly I have lead a cursed life. At least it's almost over."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 00:46:00</strong>
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				Kari's eyes darted to Aryn as he ran past her and assaulted the beast that had tormented her twice before. She watched, completely frozen as he acted without her. Her heart was beating rapidly, pounding in her ears, deafening her to almost everything else. She continued to watch completely frozen and glanced behind her slowly at the group. Shine was frozen just like her, and it appeared that they were in more danger than she realized. The masked shadow monsters were closing in on the group, and she was trying to come up with a plan when she heard Aryn's cry of pain. She watched him slide across the ground after being struck, and saw all the blood staining his shirt. The blood on her own wounds wasn't fazing her, but seeing a comrade. . . no. . .her second in command injured? It was too much. She failed him, just like she had failed Mitsu back in the accident. <br><br>Seeing the beast dart toward Aryn, Kari suddenly snapped out of her delirium and ran toward Aryn screaming. She was attempting to distract the beast, and managed to beat it to Aryn. Holding her arms out wide, she glared at it before coiling her fist, forcing the golden chip to sink into her palm all the more. "Back the fuck off!" she screamed with such force, her fist connecting with the beast's snout, forcing it to fly backward. Kari's punch had packed some major force to it, too much for that of a normal human. Turning to Aryn, Kari fell to her knees and held him up on her legs, inspecting the gashes on his chest. She was panting heavily, her body trembling with fear at all the blood around him, a mixture of Aryn's and whoever else's it was. Kari wasn't even aware if anyone else was following after her as she ran to aid Aryn.<br><br>Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she silently sobbed, holding onto Aryn tightly as if he were going to die. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I failed you, I failed everyone here. Oh god I can't do anything right!" Kari wailed out as she felt her chest open up inside, as if she had been stabbed through the heart. Her lack of faith in herself was eating her up inside, and she wasn't able to hold it together for herself or anyone else. Her bloody hand&nbsp; gripped his shirt, their blood mixing in the fabric, almost identical with how they were holding up. Both were injured, upset, and covered in blood from being knocked around. Together as they were, it showed how vulnerable they were apart, but how greatly the sense of 'bonds' was needed. <br><br>The beast this whole time simply stood backed off in the distance as the masked shadows continued to approach the group. It appeared that the giant creature was watching the two damaged students, taking them in and observing the scene. Swiftly turning it's wispy head toward the other shadows approaching the group, a second and third pair of eyes opened up on it's face and glowed brightly as it's fangs were revealed, a deep snarl emanating from it's throat as it began to crouch low to the ground. However, it's intentions were not apparent to the group, as to whether it would strike someone else, or possibly at one of the shadows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 00:55:18</strong>
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				Aryn was... confused. He was very confused. "Kari..." He just listened to her for a few moments, expecting her to get cut off at any moment by the onslaught that would end them. Surely the attack would come at any moment. They were both wounded and now she was getting all emotional. This is when any natural predator would strike.<br><br>The strike didn't come though. He tried to look past her at the beast, and it seemed to be most interested in the others now. <em>"Ah, I see. Securing a complete victory first. That makes sense."</em> Although... in a way that was even more terrifying. Invulnerable and calculating? This world was doomed. Even so.<br><br>Once Kari's admission of failure was over, he grinned a wicked smile back at her. "What do you mean you've failed? You idiot. We're still alive. As long as their is life, there is hope! Help me stand up, it seems like we've still got a minute. We gotta help the others. I'm gonna give that thing a piece of my mi.." He was cut off suddenly by his own coughing. He could taste blood in his mouth. He hoped that she couldn't tell he was coughing up blood. He started to pull himself up. "That thing is gonna rue the day it messed..."<br><br>Aryn passed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 01:17:23</strong>
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				Kari held onto Aryn tightly as he spoke to her, her tears halting as she absorbed his words. Her blue eyes didn't stray from his, instead. . . Instead the resolve that was once there suddenly flickered back to life. Aryn was right, they needed to protect the <em>others</em> still. Kari had forgotten about them momentarily. Flicking her head toward them, she saw the beast and it's gaze upon the group, and immediately felt every muscle flexing in her body. Now was one of those moments you fought or you ran, and she wasn't going to run again. Squeezing Aryn to her as he coughed, she saw the blood come out and felt a few drops flick onto her cheek due to their close proximity. She felt him go limp in her arms and immediately felt her whole body turn ice cold.<br><br>She didn't know if Aryn was dead or alive, but something inside of her snapped.<br><br>Kari slowly rose from Aryn's limp form and turned toward the beast, slowly walking with her head down. Her right hand was still dripping blood all over the place, but it twitched and clenched, the gold chip worked its way out of her flesh and onto her fingertips. Slowly lifting her head, her eyes were on fire with rage and determination as she yelled at the creature. "Your game is with me! Did you forget that?" She screamed pointing at the bruising on her left side. "You are to <strong>finish</strong> me off first!" She hissed out angrily, taking an offensive stance. <br><br>The air around her was shifting, and the shadows on the ground suddenly began to dance around her. Slowly lifting her right hand, the gold chip suddenly turned to dust and began to move around in her hand, re materializing into a gun. She stared at it for a few moments before an insane smirk crept across her lips, almost as if her sanity was no longer solid. Slowly holding the strange pistol up toward her head, she slowly uttered out a few syllables. "Pe-r-so-na. . ." What she said made everything stand still in the area, even the masked shadow monsters halting in their advance toward the group. It was then that Kari's hand lowered to her chest, mirroring where Aryn had been hurt, and pulled the trigger.<br><br>A lone gunshot rang through the frozen place, as if time itself stopped.<br><br>Splinters of something emitted out of Kari's backside, and she gasped sharply as the bullet went through her form. It all happened in slow motion until Kari took a step forward to steady herself, the surrounding area suddenly ripping and shifting. Screams, horrible demonic screams started coming out of her mouth as her hand dropped to her side, the gun vanishing as her skin began to rip off of her body, her clothing shredding off as well. But instead of tendons and tissue being exposed, all that was underneath was darkness, pure darkness. <br><br>As her skin continued to shred off of her form, Kari's body twisted and convoluted as it began to shift and change, her hair flowing behind her and past her hips, her limbs growing longer and lengthier. Tendrils of darkness swirled about her form, as if being commanded by her will. She stood before everyone fully transformed, a creature of shadow herself. On her dark face, there was nothing seen behind the long hair until, ever so slowly, her eyelids spread and slowly opened, revealing glowing yellow orbs for eyes. Her lips were curled into a sadistic twisted grin, her whole form moving as if it were made of pure fog and shadow before she screamed out insanely, charging the shadows that were attacking the group. <br><br>Not even caring to adjust her pathway, the thing that was Kari simply jumped over the group, soaring into the air before landing smack dab in the middle of the shadows. The darkling form of their RA began to shred the shadows apart, their terrified screams filling the air as she continued to laugh hysterically, as if she were savoring each and every twist and rip of the other monsters. The large beast darted toward the group as well, running around them, and clamped its jaws down on one of the shadows masks, breaking it apart. The beast continued to stomp and bite at any shadow that came near it, killing them side-by-side the darkling form of Kari, nothing but chaos and carnage viewable to the group.<br><br><div align="center">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/229/3/7/AntiForm_Kita_by_RyouGirl.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 07:33:17</strong>
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				Miki had been paying polite interest to Michiyo and Kari when she first noticed it. Something seemed to be shifting. She blinked at first, thinking it was something in her eye. Maybe a lash. Then things just got <em>weird.</em> The shifting couldn't just be her, could it? It was getting dark out in ways that were not natural. Then the moon was up, blood-red. She blinked, thinking she was hallucinating the blood seeping from the ground, the eerie moon, and the sense of terror that was raising every hair on her body. A cold sweat was breaking out on her body, chilling her as she began to breathe heavily. <em>I...no. Not again! This can't be happening to...to us?!</em><br><br>Her panicked gaze took in the others. They all seemed to be experiencing what she was and that hadn't happened last time. What did it mean? There was no time to ponder though. Creepy shadow <em>things</em> were crawling towards them and Kari was shouting and fighting. It was chaos. Miki had never been able to abide chaos. It violated her orderly, perfectionist mind. She drew closer to Shine and Michiyo, unconsciously obeying Aryn's order. "W-wha...." She had no plan. Nothing to hold onto in this world that defied all logic she'd ever learned. There was only fear.<br><br>Her hyperventilation only increased when Kari started to bleed as she fought the...whatever it was. Then Aryn fell and she could hear her heart hammering in her chest. She backed into Michiyo and her wide brown eyes took in the other girl without thinking. She was about to say something when a sound caught her attention.<br><br>Gunfire.<br><br>It was almost unbelievable. She'd never had any experience with guns save what she saw on Western shows on television but the booming thunder made her hope for just a moment that maybe someone from the Self-Defense Force was miraculously here to save them. Then she looked at where the sound came from and her jaw dropped wide. <em>"K-Kari-senpai?"</em> Then it was madness once more as Kari...or whatever she had become, lashed into the creatures, aided by the beast she had fought. <br><br>Miki's whirling mind could make no sense of it. She grabbed Shine's hand and Michiyo's and tried to yank them back towards Aryn. Her only thought was to get to the injured boy and get them out. <em>Away. We have to get away. Get Aryn-senpai help and...and...</em> Her mind blanked past that point. All she had really was a vague hope that the horrible nightmare would end like it had before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 04:31:49</strong>
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				Michiyo couldn't help but blush as she smiled in return to the RA's actions, and her eyes were closed as she smiled. <em>'What a big place! I bet the school is as large as the hospital.'</em> she thinks to herself before her hair stands on end, and when her eyes opened she could see Kari's face and a glimmer of anxiety in her eyes. She looked around and saw the forming nightmare and stepped back, both of her hands going to the shoulder strap of her bag and gripping it hard with her small hands. The masked creatures that vastly outnumbered the group was the only thing that she noticed as she jumped back to the rest of the group when Kari yelled for them to get together. When the beast and shadowed version of Kari began to attack the masked creatures, Michiyo was only able to watch in shock and awe, until she felt someone take her hand. Suddenly she was pulled from her daze and notices that one of the people who was hear when she arrived is hurt.<br><br>Michiyo takes a step towards Aryn, and pulls her hand free from Miki's, stopping in mid-step when the shadowed creatures nearby notice that she was about to break away from the safety of the group and the two creatures protecting them. <em>'There's too many!'</em> she hears herself thinking, and a knot of despair could be felt in her stomach, and she sank to her knees as the thought echoed in her head. The strap on her shoulder came off and the bag on her back slipped to the blood covered grass as she could only feel helpless amidst all of the chaos. The RA was some shadowed monster, there was a wolf-like creature wrecking havoc amidst the masked creatures, and the ground was covered in what looked like blood. As a tear wells up under her eye she stands herself up and grips the shoulder strap again, pulling her bag over her shoulder and then running to Aryn when there is some sort of opening. She didn't form much of a plan other than dragging Aryn back to the group if she could, and administer the small amount of first aid that she knows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:17:13</strong>
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				The world began to change around the group so suddenly that it was more than a chock to the system. It was a frantic heartbeat. Taijo noticed much of the familiar scenery. He could see the moon and the dark sky. The pools of blood were making there way across the ground. All he could think was, <em>Not here, not now, not in front of them. </em> All signs of panic were physically visible in the young man’s form. However, his panic was broken by a single command from Kari to huddle up. Commands were something he knew well. They were something he could manage in any situation. He tried to get a grip on himself quickly and looked around to asses the situation. The confused and frightened stares of his fellow classmates matched his own. Only Kari and Aryn seemed to be ready. They had their bokun and were ready for a fight. <br><br>It finally became apparent that this was real. Everything that had happened to him the other day was real and now he was being attacked again. Everyone was being attacked. He could hear Kari cry out to whatever it was and ask what they wanted of them. Taijo wasn’t sure whatever was attacking them would answer. Then Aryn told them to prepare to fight and Taijo obeyed. If he could help in any way he would.&nbsp; He undid all the buttons of his shirt sleeves and neck. If he was going to fight he was going to have to be loose enough to do it. His neck was also fully exposed now and showcased his lovely bruise from the day before. Yes, he was scared. However, he had been trained to keep a level head in all situations just like he had been trained to fight from the time he was young. He thought of his father and how fortunate he was to have had that crazy man in his life right now. <br><br>Then the first beast approached and Taijo was taken back for a second and noticed Kari charge. “Kari-Kun!” He called out trying to tell her not to take on that thing on her own, but it was too late. Other shadow monsters were approaching them now and he saw Ayrn go for the nearest. Taijo wasn’t about to sit this out. He leapt in on the approaching horde and through a blitz of punches at the nearest one. Each was sadly ineffective. He felt as though he was fighting off some gelatin monster. However each attack did force the creature back. Then it happened. Kari fell; Aryn went to her aid and got slashed. And then Kari went to his aid. <br><br>Taijo leapt back and looked at the other students for a brief moment. Shine in particular seemed petrified. They weren’t going to make it. Taijo couldn’t keep all of them safe himself. He needed them to do something though. He needed them to try and help. “Fight!” He screamed at the group, “We all have to fight!”&nbsp; Just as he said this one of the shadows cornered him and he got knocked to the ground. He felt the wind knock out of him and gasped for a moment. He didn’t have time for this though. He didn’t have time to lie down and die here. He got up, bloodstained and bruised, and stared at the approaching shadows. He knew he would die fighting. Taijo leapt back in and began to brawl. Punching out one with enough force to push it back he then focused on kicking another. It would have been so much easier if he had his weapon, but he didn’t. He was doing little, but slowing down the inevitable and getting his ass kicked.<br><br><br>Suddenly, everything halted. Taijo stopped himself and breathed heavily. There was something in the air and it was powerful. He turned to see Kari holding a gun. An insane look on her face and all he could think was that she was going to end herself right then and there. He reached out in her direction and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. <br><br>He saw it all with awe and horror as Kari transformed into something horrifying in its own way. He ran towards the group and took cover among them and watched in horror as the shadowy Kari tore the monsters to shreds.&nbsp; Then he noticed the new girl break away from the group. She was going for Aryn and Taijo wasn’t going to let her go alone. He ran after her and forced back some of the approaching. He made it to her side. He was the biggest guy in the group and could have carried Aryn on his own, but he couldn’t have Michiyo cover him while he did that. “I’ll cover you!” He told her as he prepared to defend her while she dragged Aryn’s body back towards the group. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:41:28</strong>
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				He's honestly not sure how long it was. Seconds, minutes, hours? But eventually, the shock passed, some primal urge screaming in his head, as Taijo screamed. They had to do something.&nbsp; His eyes quickly scanned around their surroundings, and it took all he had not to just lose his shit right then and there and run like hell.<br><br>What would be the point, anyway? He would probably die tired, then. Die...&nbsp; would they die here? As his eyes sweeped around, looking for Kari and Aryn, he only caught sight of Aryn. The shadowy metamorphosis Kari had undergone had passed right by him, his shock having shielded him from noticing it.<br><br>He had to calm down. Had to do something. Aryn, he saw, was out of the fight. Taijo looked bad, and so did everyone else, and Kari was gone, and oh god. <em>Oh god. Oh god. Monsters. Fucking monsters, fucking everywhere, and what the fuck is going on? </em> <strong>Calm. Down. </strong> He couldn't lose it again, damnit. It's not just his own life that he was worried about, either.<br><br>He stared at the dorm, foreboding and eerie due to the scenery shift. But perhaps it would offer them some safety. "Quick! Let's get into the dorm!" He shouted out, finally finding his voice. He moved towards the girl to assist her in dragging Aryn along. Although not as strong as the fighters in the group, Shine isn't a slouch, either. With her help, they should be able to drag him along at a fairly brisk pace.<br><br>Even as they would begin to move towards the building--if they did go with his plan-- he worried. The doors would not last forever. Maybe if they got to the roof, it would buy them more time...but that's all it was. Buying time. They needed to do something more than retreat, but he was at a loss as to what they could do.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 06:47:15</strong>
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				Still entranced in the pained screams of the shadows underneath her, the twisted form of Kari continued to slash at the masked monsters, screaming out wildly with every strike. The large shadow creature that was beside her was still snapping masks between its jaws, scratching at the shadows and ripping them apart. The creatures didn't bleed, so there was no added blood, but the smell in the air was something that no human had ever encountered before, and it was starting to bother Kari's twisted form.<br><br>Rearing her head up, she took a deep sniff of the air around her and then heard the scream from Shine to retreat to the dorm. Her yellow eyes locked onto the strange girl that was dragging Aryn away and something flickered within her heart. For a moment Kari's eyes cleared but the rage that consumed her quickly took over. She charged the group of students as they attempted to retreat, screaming out as her mouth opened incredibly wide, revealing massive sharp teeth. The beat that had attacked her before, and now appeared to be her ally, reared up and bolted after her. It leaped out before Kari, blocking her path, and proceeded to engage her in a struggle as if to protect the group of students that were panicking. This was buying the group time, either to escape or try to get Kari to remember who they were. It was apparent from her behavioral mannerisms that she was incredibly angry and most likely acting out because of it.<br><div align="center">___________________________________________</div><br>Meanwhile, at Gekkoukan High, there was a tall lengthy boy standing outside the school gate, peering inside as if curious. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans that clung to his legs tightly, and wore a black hooded sweatshirt that should have been too warm to wear. As his eyes darted around the front of the school, he slowly tilted his head in the direction of the dorms, his long bangs parting momentarily to reveal the cold and withdrawn eyes hidden underneath. Flicking his head back toward the school, he scoffed a bit at it before turning on his heel and walking toward the dorms. <br><br>Dressed entirely in black, it was apparent that he was a loner, an outsider, someone who was not a student at Gekkoukan. Even his complexion and features were abnormal for a normal Japanese person. His lower lip had two black rings in it, and what was exposed of his ears revealed industrial piercings and barbells with spikes. He would be considered a freak by most people's standards, but he didn't care. That's how he preferred to be viewed by the outside world, for in his reality. . . the stranger you were the more likely you were to survive. As the wind slowly knocked around his shaggy black hair, his sunken blue eyes would appear as he watched where he walked, a small bell key chain hanging from a loop on his pants jingling as he walked. His teeth were chewing on one of the rings in his lip, and his eyes perked and grew more alert. Quickening his stride, he kept walking along the sidewalk past natives to the area and felt his heart rate increase slowly. <em>Just a bit further. . . </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 16:30:41</strong>
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				Miki's heart was in overdrive, thudding in her chest. She could hardly think for the panic that flooded her mind. She had started to bolt towards the dorms on Shine's suggestion, hoping for some shelter there, but paused when the big scary beast suddenly charged forward and...<em>protected</em> them from a rampaging Kari? That fact cut through her haze of fear for a moment. <br><br><em>"K-K-Kari-senpai? Kari-senpai! Please stop! W-why are you doing this? You're our friend! Please don't hurt us! You're really nice and you fight the monsters. Please don't become one!"</em> She didn't know what she was saying really. The words just flowed up to her mouth and out. She held out her hands in a pleading gesture. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 06:45:57</strong>
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				<em><strong>Asleep.</strong><br><br>Is she still asleep?<br><strong>Yes, she still sleeps.</strong><br>And She’s sleeping?<br><strong>Yes, She sleeps.…</strong><br>Wake Her up?<br><strong>Wake Her up…</strong><br>But not her?<br><strong>No, let her sleep but wake Her up…</strong><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">WAKE UP!</span></em><br><br>Kanashii was indeed asleep. <br>Her eyes seemed to flicker beneath their lids, indicating a dream in progress, or perhaps a fitful sleep.<br><br>The dolls were talking again, but of course that was no surprise. When were they not talking after all?<br>Strange though…They usually had enough courtesy to leave her alone when she slept.<br>So why did they wake her now?<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>WAKE UP!</em></span><br><br>Kanashii could hear them, some whispered, others screamed, all of them talking at once, demanding her attention. <br>This was new.<br>This was odd.<br><br><em><strong>You messed up.</strong><br>She still sleeps?<br><strong>And now she is awake.</strong><br>But not She?<br><strong>Idiot!<br>You're so foolish.<br>You Moron.</strong><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">WAKE UP!</span></em><br><br>In that hazy moment between dream and wake, Kanashii opened her eyes, though no other part of her yet moved.<br><br>If she had had the strength, she’d have probably screamed at the sight before her.<br><br>The dolls.<br>All of them.<br>Every last one.<br><br>They stood or crouched, knelt or sat, right at the edges of her bed, surrounding her entirely.<br>Something strange was happening indeed.<br><br>She blinked a few times, wondering if perhaps she was still dreaming, but the dolls remained where they were. Insistent and unwavering.<br><br><em>Wake up!</em><br>“I am awake.”<br><em>Wake up!!</em><br>“I AM!”<br><em>Not you…</em><br>What do you mean?<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>WAKE UP!!</em></span><br><br>“Stop it!” Kanashii shrieked and bolted up in bed, her arms lashing out to knock the dolls aside, only to find, that they had already left. They were back in their boxes, her bags, or their shelves. Away from the bed. Away from her.<br><br>”Bad dream…” She murmured to herself before turning and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed until her feet hit the ground.<br>In a sitting position, she reached for her phone on the nightstand, finding quite a few missed calls as well as some texts.<br>She scrolled through them nonchalantly, planning to call or text later, as she always did. And as usual, later would turn into tomorrow, tomorrow into the next day and the next into a blatant acceptance that she wouldn’t be responding anytime soon. <br><br>Kanashii then stood, her legs feeling wobbly and her body sore and heavy, as if she’d slept for a long, long time. <br>It was strange really, when she thought about it, she couldn’t seem to remember even laying down to sleep, or returning to her dorm room to begin with. <br>This caused her to worry.<br>Forgetting occasional details was alright, expected even. How many people could even remember what they had for lunch four days prior?<br>But forgetting whole gaps of time, blocks of hours, days even? <br>That was dangerous. <br>That was bad.<br><br>She glanced at her phone again, checking the date to be sure.<br>Days had passed.<br>Whole days. Come and gone.<br>She’d missed school. Missed her sort-of kind-of friends.<br>And the dolls…. Had they been trying to wake her this entire time?<br>Or had they let her sleep?<br>Had no one come to wake her manually? Or had she simply not been jarred from her slumber?<br><br>Confusion and fear flooded her, poisoning her mind with what ifs and worries.<br>What was happening? What had she missed? Where was Miki and the others? Did they sleep for days as well? She needed to talk to someone, find out if anything odd had happened to them as well.<br><br>But no, wait.<br>What if it was all a misunderstanding on her part?<br>What if her phone was screwed up and was showing the wrong date?<br>What if she’d simply been so tired that she fell asleep without realizing she’d crawled into bed.<br>Yes… yes, that made sense. That would be easier to accept than the possibility of blacking out for days.<br><br>And so, with first things first, Kanashii grabbed a change of clothes and hurried to the dorm bathrooms to shower and get cleaned up. <br>Once cleaned, she’d planned to find someone with the correct date and time to cross check her own phones calendar and hope against hope that hers was wrong.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 10:44:39</strong>
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				Aryn's eyes fluttered as he began to be dragged towards the dorm's doors. "It's... closet!! Closet!!" He shouted out as one of his arms reached over to cling to his still bleeding chest. After the jerky stop that resulted from one less puller, Aryn's eyes snapped open. <em>"Where... what the... is that the fucking SKY? ... Oh shit I'm still alive. <strong>The others!</strong>"</em> As everything came back to him he sprung to his feet, only to feel all the pain in his chest flood over him, threatening to send him right back to the ground again, but somehow he kept his balance even if he was halfway doubled over in pain. Slowly, he pulled himself upright. Breathing hard, he took one step forward.<br><br>"Guys, someone. Go into my room. In the closet on the left..." He stopped for just a moment to catch his breath. "There is a bokun. It conceals a real sword, full tang and battle ready. Please retrieve it. Everyone should go inside..." Although the flow of blood had slowed since the initial wound, his trousers were taking on a darker hue around the waistline.<br><br>He looked around for a few moments, concern slowly weaving into his face. "Wait... where the hell is Kari...?" He took in the new ... shadow? This seemed off. Kari wouldn't have left them. This was all too much. Something crashed in Aryn's head, and all of his barriers about what could and couldn't be crumbled into dust. He met the eyes of this figure of darkness, seeking an identity. It was unlikely, but so was every damn fucking stupid thing that had happened in the last twenty minutes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, which had a short chain attached to it. "I swear, by everything I've ever considered sacred, I will not allow harm to come to those who dwell in this dorm so long as I can draw breath."<br><br>&nbsp;Gripping the chain like a garrote, Aryn readied himself to spend the last of his life fighting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 11:42:20</strong>
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				The shadow form of Kari quickly snapped it's head at Miki hearing her cry, her head tilting to the side appearing as if it were going to snap off. Her lips slowly curled back, revealing her sets of razor sharp teeth. Flicking her yellow eyes around to each of the faces of the group as if she were trying to recognize them. In her moment of distraction, the shadow beast pushed her back and quickly snapped it's jaws at her wisps. This made her leap back quickly, snarling at the beast as they began to charge and engage herself with the beast. But the scream from Aryn was what caused her to pause once more and eventually drop down onto all fours. Her yellow eyes were locked on him, her shadowy form whipping around as she shrieked out in pain. She was fighting for control, fighting for her sanity, it was something that she knew was waning in all the rage that was consuming her form in that moment. Kari was recognizing her friends, but the burning emotions within her form were fighting for control which made her shake with tension as she tried to control herself and take control back of her form.<br><div align="center">_________________________________________________</div><br>Approaching something that only he could sense, the boy in black slowly lifted up his hand from his pocket and held his hand out. His blue eyes could see it, but no one else could. It was almost like a barrier of sorts, a thin layer of mesh that held the two worlds apart. This was something that he had been able to see and sense for years, something he learned through trial and error. The sun had already begun to set around him, and everything was dark, but he knew that things would twist and alter as soon as he entered the plane before him. <br><br>Slowly pushing his hand through the delicate barrier, he pushed his body through and felt everything around him tighten. Closing his eyes for a few moments, he opened them slowly to find himself immersed into the dark twisted realm that had become the place he primarily viewed as his home. Hearing the shouting of others from a distance, he soon kicked his black sneakers up, the worn out souls slapping against the dark ground and through puddles of blood. Pulling the zipper of his coat down a bit, he reached his hand inside of his coat, gripping something that was hidden from view as his pointed canines bit at one of the black hoops in his lip. <em>They need me. . . I can feel it.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 12:21:48</strong>
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				Kanashii tensed as her right foot hit the last stair of the steps and her left hit ground.<br>She started through the common room, finding no one around. This thought seemed to bother her, it was nearing seven in the evening, shouldn't at least a few students be loitering in the lobby and common rooms at this point?<br>But only silence seemed to linger.<br>Silence, as well as an uncomfortably strong aura of fear laced with apprehension. <br><br>Making her way through the common room, she placed her hand of the doorknob that lead outside but stopped short before turning it.<br><em><br>Wait for me?</em><br><br>Kanashii turned, her eyes settling on an all too familiar doll this time.<br>"Tsukiko...." She knelt down and picked the doll up, clutching it under her arm protectively.<br>Tsukiko had, and always would be, Kanashii's favorite doll.<br>She was not the prettiest by far, and certainly not the best kept, but she held a strange, deeper value to her that seemed to touch Kanashii's heart in places usually left unhindered and cast off and away from normal society.<br><br>After she'd scooped up the precious doll under her arms, she turned her attention back to the handle of the door, twisting it and pushing the door open at last.<br><br>The first thing she noticed was the crowd.<br>The second thing was the look of shocked expressions that seemed to appear on every single face.<br>The third thing was the blood.<br>Lots of it.<br><br>"What's happening?" She asked, mainly to herself, and stepped forward, trying to understand the situation but still keeping a safe distance from the events.<br><em>Let me go...</em><br>"What? Why?" Kanashii asked, looking down to Tsukiko in her arm with a frown.<br><em>Can't you feel it? ...it's calling to me... calling to you too Ka-chan.... </em><br><br>The scream from another direction caught her attention.<br>Get a sword? From Aryn's room? What was happening? Why was there blood everywhere? What was happening to Kari? <br>"Kari-san...." She whispered, horror overtaking her gaze. She felt frozen in place, her arms and legs heavy.<br>Her arms....<br>Her arms were empty!<br>"Tsukiko?!" Kanashii's eyes snapped around, looking for the favored doll that had been in her arms but was now missing.<br>"Tsukiko!" She cried out again, her eyes now seeking out where the doll was heading.<br>Someone in the distance was making their way nearer to the fast occurring madness.<br>But why?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 12:33:39</strong>
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				The opening of the door made Kari screech out a bit more, seeing Kanashii standing there in the doorway. Deep down in her heart she could remember how she had stood up for the strange girl and all of the dolls that she seemed to carry around, but in Kari's mind event the oddity didn't mean that she deserved to be beat up upon by others. Screeching even louder, Kari's clawed hands scratched at her shadowy face as she continued to wail out in her monstrous tone, fighting to control herself and the emotions that burned inside of her. It was as if her form were on fire, and she couldn't take much more of it. She had to protect everyone from the monsters attacking them, but what little of Kari's psyche remained told her that she was the enemy now, and that the group needed protecting from her.<br><br>Rounding the corner, the strange boy suddenly felt the bangs of his face flip up to fully reveal his eyes as he saw the shadowy form of a person and of a beast. Then his eyes immediately flicked to the group of students huddled near a building, one covered in blood while the others were clearly terrified. . . and could have sworn he thought he saw a doll running toward him. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he tugged on the necklace around his throat once more, feeling the metal dig into the back of his neck. <br><br>Prepared to immediately spring into action, he stood there frozen for a minute as he assessed the situation. The beast could either be ally or foe, but his eyes were clouded in this instance. Normally after being inside of Discordia as long as he had been, he'd been able to distinguish a shadow from a persona. The way that this beast was prevented the twisted user from lashing out screamed to his mind that it was a persona, but he couldn't be certain. Approaching the shadowy form of a woman as he witnessed her screams of anguish, the boy quickly turned and avoided her all together, recognizing her volatile state. <br><br>He noticed how the doll was now at his foot, he lifted his brow noting how the strange little creation held its hands up. In the corner of his mind, amidst the chaos, he could have sworn that he heard the words "<em>Up up</em>" being said as if it were from a child. Blinking in wonder, he felt his pupils begin to shift and turn into slits that was very common during his time in this alternate reality. It was one of his many abilities that had been picked up during the years of exploring Discordia. There was something strange about this little doll, and he could sense that it was strangely tied to this world, but didn't comprehend how. . .at least for the time being. <br><br>Easily leaning over to the side, he picked the porcelain doll up with ease and carried her with him as he turned and made his way toward the group. Tucking the doll into his side, he did his best to avoid the shadowy beings before them and noticed the area where there were destroyed masks. <em>Shadows. . .</em> he thought to himself as he paused in his stride, his form tensing as his blue eyes narrowed upon the scene before him from behind his dark hair. Turning so he was staring at the terrified group, just a few feet away from them now, he spoke rather roughly with a husky voice, as if due to heavy smoking, in a commanding tone to get their attention. "If <strong>any</strong> of you want to live through tonight. . . You will <strong>follow</strong> my lead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 23:37:08</strong>
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				Aryn's eyes flickered to the newcomer long enough to take in his existence, but not so long as to create an opening for the shadows to take advantage of. "Sure, why not? Dunno how far these legs will carry me at this point, but I'm all for trying. Mind giving us the short version of who the hell are you along the way?" <br><br>It was about then that he realized this new guy was holding a familiar looking doll. He glanced over again, to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Nope, it's still there. Why the fuck does this random fucking guy have of all the weird fucking things one of that weird fucking girl's fucking dolls? Aryn felt like his head was going to implode. <em>"No no no, fuck this. I reject all this weird shit. I'll follow the demanding mystery prick if only for lack of a better idea, but honestly at this point I'd take a halfway decent excuse to die. You can only bleed so much before you're dry, after all."</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 02:07:09</strong>
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				"Tsukiko!" Kanashii cried out as she saw the strange boy nearing the group. He had her under his arm, but Kanashii sensed that Tsukiko was not at all alarmed by the fact.<br>If anything, it was Kanashii who was worried.<br><em>"If any of you want to live through tonight. . . You will follow my lead."</em><br>As if any of that mattered. As if she even knew what was going on!<br>Kanashii only wanted Tsukiko back, and, to discover why she had fled towards the strange boy to begin with.<br>She conceded to follow the boy, at the very least to get her doll back, Tsukiko was worth more than the other dolls, not in a monetary sense, but on a deeper, personal level.<br>Kanashii wouldn't allow this strange boy to dart off with Tsukiko.<br>She had no choice but to follow.<br><br>With hesitance in her step and fear in her gaze, she started towards him, the boy, trying to ignore what was happening around her, difficult as it may be.<br>She didn't understand what was happening to Kari-san, didn't want to know what had happened to Aryn-kun and was far too afraid to even begin to wonder what could happen to everyone else. <br><br>Despite all that...<br><em>Tsukiko...</em><br><br>"Wait!" She called out and hurried until she was a foot away from the boy.<br>"May I please have my doll back?" She asked, her timid voice cracked somewhat with her phrase, betraying her awkward lack of social skills openly. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 03:16:37</strong>
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				Upon realizing that the injured boy was addressing him, the new stranger to the group flicked his head toward the speaking boy, causing his hair to part from his face so his pale blue eyes were fully exposed. Locking his gaze with the injured boy, he simply listened to him speak before firmly responding in a cool tone. "You can be carried if necessary. Don't worry about your legs." After rolling a few thoughts around in his mind, the stranger spoke once more as he turned to look at the struggling beings a few feet away. "who I am and why I am here can be explained later. We need to focus on the now in order to survive." His words were grim, but still unwavering in their firmness. It was apparent that this stranger was not fooling around with the group of Gekkoukan students.<br><br>When hearing the cry from the girl in the doorway to whatever building they were in front of address him, the boy turned and glanced away from the group and foucsed on her, which halted his swift retreat from the area with the others close behind. Staring down at the much shorter girl once she was beside him, he lifted one of his dark brows underneath his long bangs and studied her features. She wasn't as frightened looking as the rest, so it was possible that Discordia wasn't affecting her as much as it was the others. Glancing down at his arm, he blinked a few times as the girl asked for her doll back. He was perplexed as to why she was wanting a doll back, but then again, this was Discordia and everything inside of it was demented. <br><br>Perhaps this doll was something more than just a simple creation of resin. Slowly reaching his arm out, he extended the doll toward the girl before glancing around at the others, speaking with his rugged voice. "This situation could get ugly and fast. We need to either relocate somewhere safe, or I need to take them down." he said bluntly as his head motioned toward the shifted Kari and the shadow beast that she was struggling with. He was still unable to determine what the beast was, his sight still clouded, but he knew that the woman-like shadow was a person, one in serious danger if he didn't act quickly. <br><br>Reaching underneath his coat again, he gripped the charm that was suspended over his heart by a black woven chain, and bit the rings in his lip as he rolled action plans around in his mind. He wasn't used to having so many people around, and it was overwhelming to have to add them in with the calculations inside his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 04:33:56</strong>
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				"Tch! This isn't the time or place for us to be chatting!" he snaps off handedly, a rare moment for him, his calmness and placidity quite thoroughly broken.&nbsp; Honestly, at this point, he has not really had the time to realize that the stranger wasn't some one from their dorm, or from the school, or...something.&nbsp; Instead, he focused on other facts. They were exposed, and thus, vulnerable. Aryn was badly wounded, and needed to be treated in some way. <br><br>"Dorms. We're going inside." He orders. Under most circumstances, Shine was willing to just drift along after others, but now that he was at least partially in control, he was quickly realizing that--atleast to him-- nobody had any fucking common sense. Which meant that he was going to have to bail them out, and give them it. <br><br>regardless of whether he had any help in the effort at all, he would pull Aryn along towards the dorms. Shine may not be particularly strong, but he did have some muscles, and with the way the adrenaline was flooding his system, it seemed to make him stronger. Or, rather, the strain placed on his muscles with this overextension was simply dulled. <br><br>"Kana! Get back inside!" He'd call out to her, not even thinking to be relieved that she was alright. He liked her, because she was odd rather than in&nbsp; spite of that fact. Their was anger in his voice, not really directed at her, but just the situation in general. He didn't know how else to feel about it all, except pissed off. <em>At them, too. Fuck them all, why do I even care?</em> Part of him thinks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 22:23:46</strong>
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				Miki was rattled and showing it clearly now, but there was a small ember of hope in her eyes. Kari had not attacked them yet. Maybe she was still in there, somewhere. She was about to call to her again when everything got even weirder. She looked first to the strange boy who was speaking her language-survival-and then to her friend who suddenly popped up.<br><br>"Kanashii-senpai?! You <em>can't</em> be here right now! It's not safe!" Her eyes flicked between Kanashii and the stranger, and noted quickly how Tsukiko...moved on her own? One more oddity in a sea of them. She started towards the dorms and called out to the strange boy. "Come with us! The dorms are safest! And don't hurt Kari-senpai! She was fighting those weird things and then turned into...whatever she is now, but she's still our senpai! Please sir!" She was speaking and backing away as quickly as she could, her voice pleading. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AbsyntheAngel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 06:07:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>In Inceptum finis est</em></strong><br><br>She should have trusted her instincts. Something about that guy had been off, something about him made her think of... she pondered for the words like a life preserver, something incorporeal to hold onto. The mystery boy made her feel like she was standing near the edge of a precipice, her heels touching the air, her toes digging into rock while she struggled to maintain her balance. Then, he turned and began walking away, not noticing her, and she felt as if she could breathe again. But then, he disappeared.<br><br>Kagami inhaled, and exhaled, feeling the cliff crumble just slightly. <br><br>Gekkoukan High School and its surroundings were nearly silent, the reticence unnerving and broken only occasionally by a car or motorbike passing by, the sounds of life and traffic distant. She didn't normally walk around town in the middle of the night, especially towards places she didn't like to frequent during the day (and school was definitely on that list of places), but for some reason she found herself walking in that direction and now emerged from the street lamp she'd concealed herself behind. She had seen a boy standing in front of the school's gate and paused, wondering what the hell he was doing, peeking through the bars like he was going to break in or something. Kagami had stopped and quickly hid, peering around to observe when suddenly the guy was walking and had simply vanished.<br><br><em>'Gut Gott,'</em> she found herself thinking, <em>'Did he just...? No way!'</em><br><br>She crossed the street and placed herself in the same spot that she had first seen the Mystery Boy, hands on her hips and head tilted quizzitively to the side. <br><br><em>No wormhole, no trap door...Maybe it was just a dream?'</em><br><br>She had sleptwalk before, and wondered if maybe it was happening again. Kagami looked down at her clothes, and sure enough, she was dressed in pyjama shorts and a shirt, though how she managed to get her trainers on was something new. She sighed, feeling like an idiot and trying not to feel frightened. She had always had trouble with numerous sleep disorders, insomnia and sleep walking being high on the list, but it wasn't like her to do it so frequently. It used to be a once or twice a year affair that had morphed into a once a month excursion, where she'd awake in the morning in different parts of the house. Comical as her cousin Kotori might find it, it was annoying to go to sleep in your bed and wake up seven hours later in another room, wondering how you got there. But she had never left the house before. <br><br>Kagami shook her head in exasperation and sighed, turning to make the trek back home when she noticed a shoelace had come undone. She bent down to tie it and gasped when her fingertips touched the pavement and came back wet with something warm and dark.<br><br>Blood...?<br><br>Somewhere indeterminate, a bell chimed for the twelfth time and the ground underneath her sank. Kagami stumbled and started running while the world around her metamorphosed into a gross parody of a haunted house, coffins standing upright in the middle of the road while above her head the moon swelled outrageously and glowed with an ethereal halo of light. <br><br>She felt something wet hit her cheeks and dragged the back of her hand across her eyes, coming to the realisation that she had started crying. <br><br>In her mind, her grandmother chanted '<em>Gutes und Barmherzigkeit werden mir folgen mein Leben lang, und ich werde bleiben im Hause des Herrn immerdar,</em>' the prayer she always tucked Kagami into bed with, and the memory only made her run faster, her feet hitting the sidewalk painfully now as she pushed herself faster and faster. <br><br><em>It's finally happened,</em> Her mind insisted, <em>You finally cracked and this is your punishment. She was right, I finally lost it after all.'<br><br>'Papa...'<br><br>'Papa...'</em><br><br>Her chest burned with the exertion of having run nearly four miles, but her feet wouldn't stop although her muscles began to cramp and her energy dwindled. Then, up ahead, what she saw made her stop in her tracks with awe. <br><br>A building, surprisingly normal-looking in the hellish surroundings was the backdrop of a scene Kagami thought could have been straight from <em>Purgatorio</em>. A group of schoolkids around her age were gathered at the entrance of the building, attempting to flee what looked like a shadow born to life, vaguely human-shaped but with eyes that glowed with the same hue as the moon above them. This creature was fighting off a group of other shadows, <em>monstrous</em> creatures of someone's demented nightmare birthed into existence. <br><br>One of them was injured. One was trying to get the others inside the building, and...She spotted the boy she saw in front of the school before everything had happened. <br><br>Suddenly, Kagami became very calm. She kept her eye on the group of humans and the aggregation of shadows, suddenly noting with an almost languid curiosity that she was closer to the shadows than the people, and that it was going to be impossible for her to make it over to them without drawing the wrong kind of attention. <br><br>The thought made her feel very disjointed, and eventually her whole body relaxed as she collapsed to the ground. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 06:11:05</strong>
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				Kanashii looked surprised with Shines outburst, and when Miki piped up as well, she knew it must be best to ease their worries and immediately started towards them. Shine-kun and Miki-chan... both were sort of half friends right? A slowly building alliance, yes? She should go with them. That's what normal people do. They team with their friends. With people they trust.<br>Except Kanashii was bad with trust. <br>And friendship. <br>And people.<br>And socializing in general.<br>What if this was the wrong choice instead?<br><br><em>Go with the boy, Ka-chan.</em><br><br>"What? But... I don't know him. Haven't you ever heard of stranger danger Tsukiko?"&nbsp; Kanashii said, still making her way towards the others.<br><em>I want to be in his arm once more.</em><br>"......Tsuki, you do realize the way that phrase sounds, don't you?" Kanashii eyed her doll, one eyebrow raised in bewildered half-shock.<br><em>Go back to him, lets tag along with him, he's different.</em><br>"Different how? Everyone here is different, and, in case you haven't notice, Kari-senpai is sort of struggling with her 'difference' right now." Kanashii retorted and cast a nervous glance towards the group she was nearing. Was going to the dorms the right idea really?<br>Still uncertain, she stopped a moment mid stride to contemplate, despite the ongoing situation. She was odd like that.<br><em>He's like us.</em> Tsukiko whispered, her words implying something more than they appeared.<br>"Like...&nbsp; us?"<em><br>He's different, Ka-chan... Different like us. He'd understand. Don't you want someone else to understand?</em><br>"You don't know that for sure.... nobody ever understood us Tsuki, why would he?" Despite her words, Kanashii was still halted where she stood and, for a moment, turned to glance back at the boy.<br>Nobody ever understands.... and yet, Tsukiko persisted.<br><em>Go back, Ka-chan. Please. Go back and let him understand.</em><br>"It won't happen. You're just getting your hopes up, setting us both up for failure!"<br><em>Then let me hope. One of us has to.</em><br>Kanashii paused a long moment. Too long. It felt as is time had slowed to a crawl, tempting her with hidden strings of fate and winding paths she'd yet to travel.<br>At last, she spoke.<br>"....fine! But it was your decision, remember that." Kanashii frowned and started her way back to the boy.<br><br>"I'll follow. You, I mean. I'll follow you." She said, softly, ignoring the elated giggled from Tsukikos tiny lips.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 13:08:02</strong>
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				Aryn had expected something to have happened by now. Mystery boy shows up, demands that we follow his lead, <em>and then doesn't do any damn thing at all?</em> Stupid. Until something changed he would not take his eyes off of his enemies. He felt shine's hand on his shoulder, and allowed himself to slowly back towards the dorms, but he would not take his eyes off of his enemies. When did the world stop making sense again? It all seemed so distant. Perhaps he was losing too much blood? What mattered now was what was in front of him. Everything seemed so distracting, <strong>but he would not take his eyes off of his enemies.</strong><br><br><em>He stood in a kitchen, his family's kitchen. He stood over a man, bleeding profusely. The bleeding man had been stabbed repeatedly, it was obvious even to a child. Would have been obvious even if he hadn't just watched it happen. Over and over and over, sixty seven concurrent stabbings. He had counted. He looked up at the one holding the knife. Her wicked smile pierced the dark room like a beacon light straight from hell.</em><br><br>Aryn snapped back to reality. It had only been a single moment. Just one, thank god. Any longer would be lethal. He was losing it though, he knew it. Still, he kept his eyes open, kept his eyes on... another student? <strong><em>Who just fucking collapsed?</em></strong> <br><br>Shit.<br><br>"Someone's down, over there. Mystery boy, if you can figure this out instantly, by all means do it." Aryn sighed quietly. "Taijo. Let's go get our guest. Shine, watch the others... please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 22:55:10</strong>
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				He had been able to pick up pieces of what the doll was saying, but he didn't say anything of it. The boy was too engrossed in trying to figure out what to do in this situation. Having a group of people who needed saving would only hinder his regular course of action. Large groups like this were not his specialty. One or two was good enough. Hearing the girl with the doll address him, he turned his face to her and tilted his head a bit before he realized that the girl was saying she'd listen and follow to him. He only offered her a firm nod before returning his attention to the scene around him.<br><br>Hearing the injured boy mention someone collapsing, the strange boy immediately turned his head toward the girl who had collapsed. His eyes widened a bit as he realized she came from the direction he had. <em>Shit. . . I didn't realize I was being followed from the outside. . .</em> he thought to himself for a few moments before he snapped back to reality. Gathering his thoughts, he glanced forward at the shadow beast and the person who'd changed. The beast he would figure out later, but the person had to revert back to normal before much longer, otherwise. . . They may be permanently lost to Discordia. <br><br>"You're injured," he said sharply to the bleeding boy, fully removing his coat so he was just in a sleeveless black shirt, the item around his neck exposed finally. It was some sort of gothic looking cross, as if it were an antique from somewhere in Europe. But when he heard that the other would take one of the uninjured with him, he simply nodded slowly and started to walk clamly toward the two fighting shadows. Holding his hand back toward the girl with the doll, he spoke calmly and authoritatively to her. "Keep your distance, but run in any direction if you need too to become safe. You can't fight yet, so you have to stay back." He kept in mind the collapsed girl's position for a moment as he walked then paused just fifteen feet from the struggling creatures. Even if they couldn't see them just yet, the boy could sense that there were other smaller shadows on their way, drawn to the fighting. He would have to take care of them after he rescued whoever fell victim to the shift. Clenching the cross around his throat, he gripped it with his hand tightly and held it to his temple, proceeding to punch himself with it.<br><br>"PERSONA!"<br><br>What appears to be glass burst out of his head, much like how it had come out of Kari's chest when she had shot herself with the strange pistol. Suddenly everything around them shifted and the mystery boy's blue eyes locked onto the fighting shadows ahead of him, but the rings around his pupils were no longer blue, they were red. A pair of dark, ominous wings suddenly appeared behind him, and from the shadows on the ground emerged another figure. This one was male as well, with long locks of hair that hung and covered it's face. It's torso was pale and exposed, white as death with multiple scars visible from prior fights. As the wings on this second figure sprang to life, it hovered in the air behind the mystery boy and it became clear that it was taller than any of the students in the group. <br><br><div align="center">(http://c2.api.ning.com/files/nZjWb-6haJistAjFvxsxQFKxTRQ5YyG6*UVk4uyCCRtQVkNj8um-5Y3x20NZiME6vFgbgRZQr42uhMKwN3txhATf27kvp5HR/vampire3.jpg)</div><br>Pulling back his lips, the boy began to run forward with an open palm, as if he were scooping up the air around him.&nbsp; The winged figure that appeared from the shadows quickly followed suit, immediately crashing into the twisted form of Kari and pulling her away from the shadow beast. In turn the boy darted toward the new shadows that approached, all wearing the same masks only this time they were different colors. Throwing his open palm toward one, he yelled out, "Agi!" and fire burst out from his hand and hit the beast in the face. It managed to crack the mask, and the boy immediately smirked continuing to throw fire balls at the shadows as the winged creature held Kari in place. <br><br>Eventually Kari's form struggled and screamed out as if she were in pain, but the winged creature didn't loosen its hold upon her. Instead it let her struggle and eventually parted it's lips, exposing shiny rows of teeth. Sinking it's fangs into Kari's form, she suddenly let out a wail of pain and began to thrash and flail. Eventually though her struggling ceased and her form became limp in the winged creature's grasp. The shadows seemed to retreat from her form, pulling away and dissipating to only leave Kari's worn form. She was incredibly pale and barely breathing, but she was alive. Her arms were covered in gashes and cuts, and she trembled with each breath she took. The shadow beast that she had been struggling with earlier had already began to retreat from the area, thus the winged form turned its attention to the newly approached shadows bearing masks, lashing out with it's dagger-like claws and shredding them apart with it's strikes as the boy kept assaulting them with fire. . . working side by side to eliminate the threat.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 03:24:20</strong>
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				<strong>Oh, fuck</strong>. what in the <em>fuck</em> is going on? <strong>Seriously!</strong> Their's just too damn much going on, and his mind, becoming frayed from the stress of the situation, and his own problems in dealing with anxiety, couldn't process it all. Much like before, when things first began, Shine just seemed to completely freeze up, becoming nearly catatonic as his brain, in essence, suffered a Blue Screen of Death, and had to reboot itself. <br><br>It was only once Shadow Kari began to scream that he seemed to be able to snap out of whatever was happening to him. Thankfully, the shadows seemed to be leaving him alone... potentially because they realized his crippling problems made him the weakest link, and thus, nothing for them to worry about yet.<br><br>As he comes back to earth, in a manner of speaking, his eyes began dancing around the scene, assessing things. The gears in his head start spinning again. The vaguely human like Shadow-thing was getting attacked by some sort of fallen angel, or something, and their was a mysterious girl collapsed on the ground, and Aaron had said his name but he wasn't sure why or what the other words had been... he's confused. He really is. As intelligent as he was, he had many mental deficits because of his problems.<br><br>But eventually, he is able to get into action. He does not see the Shadow-thing become Kari once more, as he was now moving towards the collapsed girl. Aaron had gotten free from him, or maybe Shine had moved away from him and wasn't even aware of doing so. The new girl seemed to be the one in the most trouble now, and he ran towards her, even as part of him told him to run back to the dorm, to barricade himself in his room, and... and what then? He wasn't sure.<br><br>As he ran towards her, his hand slid into the messenger bag he still wore, and wrapped around a familiar string of beads; his O-juzu. Up until now, he hadn't thought of them, but he turned to them now to help him calm down. He wasn't going to meditate or pray or anything here, but simply counting the beads helped to calm him down. And he realized that he couldn't help anyone if he wasn't calm.<br><br>As he knelt down to check her vitals, ensuring she was alive and not dead, he quietly counted off the beads. He could feel a certain kind of pressure building up in his head, it felt like a migraine was going to hit him. Oh, if only it were that simple.<br><br>It was driven by many factors. He wanted to help her, that seemed to be first and foremost in his mind. He was anxious, and scared, too. And maybe, just maybe, the gentle litany in his head--Om Mani Padme Hum-- helped to coax it, whatever it was, out of the sea of his subconscious...<br><br>The pressure became so intense, he thought he heard something like glass breaking, and assumed it must be some sort of...muscle in his brain or something. That he had finally burned himself out, or something. But no, it wasn't that. Instead, what happened was that a figure appeared behind him.<br><br>Clad in a trenchoat, and with the tools of a surgeon stuffed somewhat precariously in its pockets, the tall man stared down at Shine and the girl thruogh a mask that was distinctly bird shaped, especially the beak. The smell of bitter antiseptics and exotic herbs seemed to cling to this figure, and it was actually potent enough to make Shine cough.<br><br>He is not sure what fully happens, but the figure seems to recite something, in a language he did not know.&nbsp; Then, their was a warm light that seemed to bathe Kagami. The light soothed the aches of her body, and sealed any wounds she might have. But even more then that, it filled her spirit with vivacity, restoring and mending her on a spiritual level as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 02:18:36</strong>
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				<em>"Sure, screw me. Thanks Shine."</em> Aryn began walking towards where Kari now lay. Sure, there was a supernatural battle going on over there, but he didn't really pay it much mind. It was all over his head now. He was feeling a little light headed, actually. Kind of dizzy. A bit spacey. Not a big deal though, plus he couldn't really feel the pain in his chest so much anymore. That was good, right? Sure. Why not. He lacked the motivation to think it through. Right then, he needed to get Kari. He was approached by shadows, but he seemed to easily avoid them. Or maybe they were avoiding him? He felt like something in his mind was cracking. He got to Kari though, somehow. How long did it take? He wasn't sure, it seemed pretty fast.<br><br>He kneeled down next to her, taking her under his arms. "You and I are going to have to have a talk later." The words seemed to come from somewhere else, but he sort of abstractly recognized his own voice, his mouth moving, making words. He picked her up easily. He noticed that he was bleeding on her a little. He resolved that if they survived he'd spot her for a new shirt. Not important. He started walking back to the group. He was pretty sure he walked in a straight line. Seemed like that wouldn't make sense, considering the circumstances. He suddenly realized he was smiling. That probably seemed out of place. He opened the door to the dorms and set her down inside.<br><br>Aryn's eyes were glazing over, but still he stood back up and went back outside. Life was a sacred thing. He needed to be there to protect it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AbsyntheAngel</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 09:12:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Somniloquy</em></strong><br><br>The words whispered to her were soft, anachronistic but soothing. She didn't understand but didn't think she needed to; they were benevolent, whatever they meant. <br><br>While she listened, she observed a figure in her mind's eye. There was something inside of her responding to the unfamiliar voice, its caedence calling forth an entity long buried inside her subconscious. Kagami reached out to it mentally, but then was distracted by a warm feeling creeping over her whole body. It was so relaxing, she began to feel tendrils of lethargy washing over her...and then, like someone splashing cold water over her she shot straight up...<br><br>...and painfully collided skulls with another person. <br><br>"Ah!" Kagami cried out, more in surprise than anything else. "Owww! I'm so sorry, are you--" She an opened an eye and thought for a split second she saw another man beside the redhead, with a plague mask or something over his face. She blinked again and the man hadn't disappeared, so she pretended to ignore it, figuring she had just suffered a minor concussion when she fell, and was hallucinating.<br><br>"Are you okay?" She finished, eyeing the stranger with concern and a mite of embarrassment. Over his shoulder, Kagami caught sight of a large man who's back had large bat-like wings sprouting from near his shoulder-blades. Her eyes widened when she saw another male, smaller, almost identical to the first, only with shorter raven hair.<br><br><em>'The boy!'</em> She thought, and clamored to her feet in a mix of adrenaline, excitement and anger.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 19:01:51</strong>
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				<em>A nightmare. That's all this is. Just one long...scary...impossible nightmare!</em> Those words ran through Miki's mind as she saw the massive bat-winged creature emerge from the mystery boy and then saw him running around shooting fireballs. From his hand.&nbsp; Yeah. The gibbering panic was really beating on her skull by now. She could feel it, like a headache throbbing in her brain. The cold sweat was running down her forehead and neck, chilling her even more than this cold, dark place. It didn't help when some kind of bird-masked doctor came out of Shine-senpai a few minutes later.<br><br>Then Kari was being hauled back inside. She stumbled over in her direction, then grabbed onto Aryn's shoulder. "Aryn-senpai, no! Kari-senpai needs you and you're hurt. Let's get you and them inside and...and...try to wake up or something!" She gestured to Michiyo, Shine, Kanashii, Kagami, and the strange boy. "Whatever's going on, there has to be a way to get out but we need to be safe from those things out there, and maybe the...the..fire-shooting boy will able to stop them better from the roof, where they can't surround him or something?" She was panting as she got that out, but she tugged hard on his arm with one hand, using the strength her panic gave her, while gesturing urgently for the others to get inside with her other hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 02:54:36</strong>
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				Shine never has been one to deal with stress well, as evidenced by his tendency to utterly freeze up and do nothing for many moments.&nbsp; But it actually felt like maybe some of that had left him, just now, when the strange Plague Doctor seemed to disappear, presumably back to wherever it had emerged from.<br><br>He seemed happy for that split second between her waking up, and the collision, which startled and stunned him for a moment. He actually recoiled a smidgen, a hand coming up tog rab his head, where she had hit him, and let out a low whine that soon passed. "...Yeah. C'mon, get up and get inside." He said as he stood up, then offered her his hand to help her. But she was already taking off by the time he offered...<br><br>In truth, he was not alright. He was absolutely baffled, but on a positive note, he has been so fucked up by the events in Discordia for so long now, he's actually getting used to it.<br><br>his mind would switch gears, partly working on figuring out just what in the hell he did, the other half working to observe the going ons around him, and try to figure out what his next plan of action was. It came quickly. Aryn was still struggling, and while he did not know what in the hell he did, it seemed as if he had resuscitated the collapsed girl. <br><br>Maybe if he did exactly what he did for her, he could somehow use that same power, and heal Aryn's wounds. Well, it was worth a shot. So he began to make his way towards the older boy, the O-juzu still grasped firmly in his hands. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 04:10:52</strong>
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				Aryn stopped when he was grabbed, and turned towards Miki. His eyes held no recognition for her, didn't even seem to focus on her, but he smiled gently at her as if to say that soon all her fears would be swept away. "Everyone needs to be safe, you're right. We won't be saved simply by wishing for it though. The newcomer may well have the situation in hand as it stands, but I'll not rest until I know that we are all safe and sound." He spoke with a slightly different tone than usual. Turning back towards the door, the gentle smile still on his face, it seemed as though he didn't even notice Shine heading back except that he made sure not to block the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 20:52:08</strong>
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				The stranger to the group was doing rather well against the shadows with masks, continuing to cast agi on them and his persona flew across the battle field, scratching apart the shadows in a similar manner to how Kari had. They were completely wrapped up with their task of eliminating the shadows. Even as the students scattered about frantically, or tried to heal each other, the boy paid them no mind. Glancing up slowly from his spot, he let out another ball of flames onto an approaching shadow. His form was sweating now, his chest heaving slowly as he glanced around at the enemy. He wasn't tired persay, but his stamina was going down. This group of students had attracted quite a bunch of shadows, and fighting them all off by himself was draining.<br><br>Meanwhile, Kari had been sat down in the dorm by Aryn. Her pale form was incredibly still, and there were strange lashings on her arms and legs. You would think she was dead if it weren't for the fact that her chest slowly rose and fell every now and again. Eventually, through all the yelling, or perhaps it was the chaos. Kari winced a few times and sat up on the couch she'd been laid upon. Pushing herself up off the soft fabric, Kari yelped out in pain as she felt every muscle in her body scream in agony. She quickly bit her lip though as her mind eventually cleared, and she realized that she was still within the nightmare-ish realm. Her head snapped toward the door that led into the dorms. <br><br>Kari could see that her fellow students were terrified, and some were hurt even. There were people she didn't know, didn't recognize from before her. . . whatever it was. . . and she quickly darted forward to the doors, or what she could manage to do. Her body was stuff and protesting, so she hobbled more than anything. Once she reached the doors to the dorm, she felt her jaw drop as she watched the new boy with the winged man behind him fighting off the shadows. . .and winning. He was actually able to defeat him. Her mind immediately began to process what was going on and knew that they needed to get everyone inside. It seemed that the boy fighting the shadows had the upper hand, so she let out a soft command to the group. <br><br>"Retreat into the dorm." <br><br>She stood outside with Aryn, on the other side of the dorm as she watched everyone retreat inside. Her weak blue eyes didn't leave the stranger though, and soon she returned to Aryn's side and gently brushed his arm with her own, immediately taking in his wounds. "I need to fix you up. . ." she whispered. Deep down in her heart, she knew that Aryn getting hurt was her fault, and couldn't stand the thought. Since what had happened, she'd been filled up with questions and thoughts, curiosities but also an unknown knowledge of things. She couldn't explain it in its entirety, but she was sure that with time it would eventually clear up.<br><br>Turning her attention to the strange boy with the winged man, she blinked a bit stunned realizing that he was walking toward her, the winged man floating behind the boy. Gripping onto Aryn's wrist, she squeezed it a bit in fright before forcing herself to relax once she heard the strange boy speak. "We're safe for now, but we should lock ourselves up inside and talk about some things." She could tell that the strange boy was tired, and quickly glanced to Aryn. He had been aware of what was going on more than her, since her transformation, and she was relying on him to make the call. The strange boy noticed the girl's reliance on the injured boy, and quickly averted his gaze to Aryn. "I will explain everything about what has happened to you. That is, if you will let me." Staring down at Aryn through his bangs, the mystery boy stood patiently while the winged man behind him continued to survey the area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:45:59</strong>
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				Aryn looked at Kari and smiled. "Fix me up, huh? What a novel thought."<br><br>He grinned slightly at their rescuer when he approached, and stepped aside to allow him space into the dorms. "Answers would be most welcome. Please come in, make yourself comfortable. Thirsty? We've got a few things in the fridge I could offer you. Please please ~ sit down." He motioned towards the couches. Aryn went off towards the nearest first aid kit, opened it, then took off his shirt. Three long gashes still wept of the blow he took, although only the central one seemed to be deep once he started cleaning himself up. After wrapping himself up as best he could, he walked back over towards the sitting area in the lobby and found a chair to lean on. He was still breathing a bit heavily, but that was obviously not enough to stop him from being himself.<br><br>"Since we're all probably bat shit fucking crazy, I think I'll just let you decide how to start this story and then we can all take turns cross examining you until you wish you hadn't saved us. Although I suppose a name would be a good start."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 00:24:15</strong>
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				Miki gasped as she heard Kari speak but she didn't need to be told twice! She backed towards the door, eyes wide and staring at the strange boy who had rescued them as she retreated into the dorm. <br><br>"Explain? What's to explain? We're all delusional! There...there must have been a gas leak or something at the dorm and we're all experiencing a fever dream. Or something. Please let this be an awful dream and we'll wake up in the hospital and pretend this never happened! Please?" She looked desperately hopeful.<br><br>As she settled onto the sofa her whole body started to shiver in a delayed fear reaction. She brought her knees to her chin and wrapped her arms around them. But her wide brown eyes remained fixed on the strange boy and the bat-winged creature he had summoned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 04:13:33</strong>
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				He realized, as everyone began to file back into the dorms, that despite it all, despite all his problems, he actually seemed to be in pretty good condition. Their was a gentle throbbing in his head that could potentially develop into a migraine, and he was uncertain why it was there. Their could be multiple reasons. He didn't try to think much about it, though, instead opting to try to still the racing, chaotic mess his mind could be at times.<br><br>He waited by the doors, on the inside, and once everyone was inside, he poked his head outside, and took a quick peek, to see if their was anyone or anything else coming. Either way, after his quick peek, he would shut the door, and lock it. <br><br>"Antibiotic cream." He'd say to Aryn as he bandaged himself up. Those wounds could easily be infected, and if they turned septic, could kill him, or, at the very least, be a&nbsp; royal pain in the ass.&nbsp; Shine knew a bit about medicine; quite a bit, actually. It was something that interested him, although he had no intentions of ever making a profession of it.<br><br>Afterwards, he would move inside, moving to a wall near the group, and resting his back against it. The position he adopts seems like it would be uncomfortable, with the way he's leaning against the wall, but he seems not only unbothered by it, but to enjoy it. <br><br>"Yeah, but why would we all have the same hallucination? They don't work that way." He'd say to Miki, speaking listlessly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 05:31:51</strong>
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				Kanashii watched the events unfolding around her.<br>Everything seemed to be happening so quickly, her mind and eyes strained to follow.<br>Kari, Aryn, the mystery boy, Shine, Miki, the mystery girl.<br><br>"I don't want to watch." She whispered and closed her eyes, kneeling down and hunching over like a frightened child, burying her face in the top of Tsukikos hair.<br><br>She listened though, listened to the noise of battle and carnage, of allies and half friends all saying different things.<br>She listened to the madness, the pain, the worry, the shock, could almost hear the pounding of every frantic heart in each person nearby.<br>She could smell the panic of everyone around, something like sweat and stale breath.<br>She could taste the fear, it tasted of iron and spilled blood.<br><br><strong><em>Why?</em></strong><br><br>Kanashii gasped, except the gasp -while initially intended to inhale air- actually forced the air out of her instead.<br><br><strong><em>Why?</em></strong><br><br>That wasn't Tsukiko's voice... and it didn't sound like any of the others.<br>It was heavy and raspy, but definitely belonged to a female.<br>Kanashii's entire body tensed up as she heard it the second time, it felt oddly familiar... and yet, she couldn't seem to place it at all.<br>Nervously she lifted her head and looked around, had a third stranger appeared?<br>She turned left, then right, then stood up and whirled around entirely.<br>Everyone she saw, was everyone that had been there before.<br>There was no new girl. No new woman. No one.<br>Perhaps she had misheard the sound? Maybe mistaking wind for a voice? Or something to that effect?<br><br><em>The boy's leaving, go get him!</em> Tsukiko cried out in a panic.<br><br>"Huh?" Startled, Kanashii's head snapped to the rest of the group, they were headed inside.<br><br>"Oh... right." She nodded and stood, hurrying over to the remainder of the group, casting a worried glance at the injured ones and a curious glance at the two newcomers.<br><br>She was the last inside, darting in just as Shine looked about to check for stragglers.<br>She heard the click of the lock behind her and immediately felt sick.<br>Locks were supposed to be for keeping you safe. Keeping the bad guys out.<br>Or were they really just locking the good guys in with something or someone equally as bad?<br>She shook her head, no time for being ominous, not with injured half-friends.<br><br><em>"Go talk to the boy."</em><br>"Later, Tsuki-chan. Kari-san and Aryn-kun are hurt."<br><em>And? Since when did you become a medic? There's nothing you can do for them.</em><br>"Moral support!"<br><em>"Because you're</em> just <em>the person they want to see right now?</em>" Tsukiko scoffed.<br>"Why are you being so mean all of a sudden Tsukiko?" Kanashii frowned, hurt by the dolls words.<br>Tsukiko fell silent for a long moment. Kanashii was almost convinced she wasn't going to say anything at all.<br>Until finally, she piped up. <em>".......Pms."</em><br>"You're a doll!"<br><em>"Don't judge me!"</em><br>"You don't even have ovaries!"<br><em>"You're just jealous."</em><br>"Of what?"<br><em>"....just take me to the boy Ka-chan, it's important!"</em><br>"No!"<br><em>"You don't want me to be happy Ka-chan? You don't love me anymore? I thought we were friends! Best friends! I thought I was your favorite? You won't give me this one favor? Out of all the years we've had together, Ka-chan?"</em><br>Kanashii frowned, Tsukiko played her like a harp, plucking all the right strings to make pangs of guilt sound through her heart.<br>"....Fine." Kanashii grumbled and started towards the boy, thrusting the doll out awkwardly, with her head downward, as if she were suddenly very self conscious.<br>"....Tsukiko wants to play with you." She explained, her words an embarrassed mumble.<br><em>"We have very important buisness to discuss! Tell him that!"</em><br>"Tell him yourself." Kanashii hissed back under her breath.<br><em>"Fine!"</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AbsyntheAngel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 11:07:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Outside In</strong></em><br><br>Kagami had began to make her way over to where the mysterious black-haired youth was fighting off the monsters, moving with an single-minded purpose, but stopped and observed him instead. He, and the large winged creature hovering near him both managed to fight off the creatures by--of all things!--shooting fire from his hands. <br><br>It was truly a magnificent sight to behold, watching the boy and his doppelganger move in almost complete synchronisation. Their actions were fluid and methodical, and Kagami was almost awestruck, but somewhere inside of her that awe was overcome by near rage. This predicament she was in had to be tied to him, the young student was assured, and it was difficult to marvel at a pair she was certain was wreaking as much havoc as it was correcting.<br><br>Kagami ground her teeth in silence as the last of the shadow-monsters was vanquished in sea of flame. <br><br>A low female voice came from somewhere to her right, and she looked to see a pale girl hunched over in the doorway of a huge glass building Kagami didn't notice until just then. Her spiked hair was drooping at places, and her eyes seemed tired. The other humans around her: the boy with the red hair who had been kneeling over her when she awoke, a small girl in cute Victorian clothes, a boy, injured and bleeding and another girl clutching to a beautiful doll with vivid eyes, all turned to the young woman in the door way and heeded her demand to return inside the building. <br><br>Kagami stayed where she was and watched the mysterious boy and his doppleganger approach the girl and the bleeding guy near the entrace, observed the girl with the doll as she handed it out to him. As strange as it was, they all seemed to know one another; that much was clear by the way the spiked-haired girl clutched onto the bleeding guy as if he were the only thing keeping her upright, and the way the crimson-haired boy with the messenger bag tended to the injured and interacted with the little girl in the cute clothing. <br><br>For not the first time in her life, Kagami felt more and more like an outsider. She had witnessed the same thing the rest of them had, yet rather than be bonded together to the rest of them with that common fact, she felt rather as if she had stumbled into a private affair completely on accident. <br><br>Still, curiosity blended with a half dozen different emotions caused her to take her first tenative steps inside toward the rest of them. Self consciously (she was in her pyjamas still, now dirtied from having been lying on the ground), Kagami spoke to the red-head first.<br><br>"Excuse me," She began, hazel eyes flickering apologetically to the girl closest to him resting on the sofa. "Uh...Thank you. I don't know what you did, but I was feeling pretty lousy, and when I came to, I felt better than I have in...awhile." She crossed her arms in front of her chest as she spoke, trying to keep her native German accent away from the Japanese on her tongue, an old habit. <br><br>"Pardon the intrusion," She said a bit louder so the rest could hear. "I don't mean to be rude," Kagami gestured to the injured boy, "but a name can wait. I just want to know what the hell I just saw, so I can go home and pretend it was just a nightmare I had and not think about it tomorrow. I don't want anything to do with this."<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 02:33:52</strong>
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				The doll being thrust toward him was certainly something unexpected, and Drake slowly took the doll from the doll-like girl, eying it curiously. The doll had run after him earlier, that he remembered. Slowly tucking the doll underneath his arm once more, he refused the offer for a soda after he entered the dorms, standing before the couches and chairs, not caring to sit. His arms were crossed before him, his pale blue eyes piercing into those of the students around him. It was apparent he wasn't Japanese, but he had somehow managed to speak it well enough to communicate with them. Perhaps he'd been in Japan for awhile. Slowly parting his lips, his tongue ran over the metal rings in the lower one as the winged man immediately perched himself on a wall, simply staring at the group with yellowed eyes, silently watching and observing. Clearing his throat, the mystery boy spoke.<br><br>"A name is important. All you need to know is that I am Drake." He paused a bit as he listened to the girl in pajamas mention wanting this to all be a nightmare. "Keep that attitude up and you'll die the next time you're caught up in this." His voice was harsh, but it was apparent he wasn't fooling around. "This is Discordia, the shift of time and space we currently inhabit. In it there are monsters, like the ones that were killed and ones like she turned into." His finger immediately locked onto Kari. She had sat beside Aryn on the couches, hoping to avoid being singled out, but once having been. . . she simply cowered where she was and stared at the ground, ignoring the wounds on her arms.<br><br>"All of you are in serious danger if you don't buck up and take this seriously. If you all were brought in together at the same time, then it's not a coincidence." Drake said firmly as he glanced around the group. "I can smell it on you all, Discordia. You've been experiencing it before, but I take it that this was your first time in an all out experience. Predictable, the newbies freaking and panicking." Crossing his arms once more, he closed his eyes and let his bangs fall over his face. "Listen up, if you want to survive this realm and live another day, stay here. But if you're too scared to handle it," his eyes immeidately shot toward the girl in pajama's. It was apparent that he was trying to intimidate the group. Drake had to be. If any of the students were to survive, they'd need to learn how to awaken their personas and fight side-by-side with them. <br><br>"If you can't handle the fact that you're going to have to fight to stay alive, leave the room right now and try to live a normal life. . . But trust me, that will be completely impossible for you. . . Discordia has its eyes set on your soul."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 08:47:03</strong>
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				Taijo struggled to protect Miki and Shine as they dragged Aryn’s body to the safety of the group. The only problem was that as he was fighting off the shadows he was starting to be surrounded by them.&nbsp; By the time the others were at a safe distance to the group, Taijo was fully immersed in a battle he could not win.&nbsp; As he fought off one shadow, another made its way in. He felt himself get multiple hits, but he just kept on. It was then he spotted an opening, a weak spot where not so many shadows had gathered. It was his only change. He bolted through, but not without an unpleasant scratch to his side. He ignored it and ran. <br><br>Taijo was lucky he was a runner. After all the fighting he had been doing a normal person wouldn’t have been able to run, but he did and he was fast. Taijo wasn’t sure how long he ran or for how far, but when he finally found a deserted spot stopped and breathed. Looking around it became apparent that he was lost. For all his training and practicing he was useless in the end. He had completely abandoned the others and what was worse was now he was alone in this realm. If there was ever a moment he was going to cry. It would be now. How could he leave his classmates like that? He had completely forgotten about them as he tried to save his own life. He had to make it back. How he was going to do this was beyond him as he wasn’t even sure where he was. The city was still new to him. Well, he wasn’t going to find his way back without moving. <br><br>Taijo began to circle around. He could feel the stinging pain of his wounds and there was certainly a great deal of fatigue, but he pushed onward. He had to find the dorms. He had to make sure the others were okay and he had to get to safety himself. He searched for a familiar street and as he noticed the shadows around him moving. He was being hunted. He picked up the pace, but his fatigue was catching up to him. He tripped into a puddle of blood and moaned as he hit the ground hard. He was beginning to feel it. All of the bruises and cuts were finally registering. He looked at the ground before him. There was a ball point pen right in front of him. It seemed strange and out of place. He reached for it and gripped it as if it were the last thing he could hold onto before he died. <br><br>He knew the monsters were closing in on him. He could feel their presence growing stronger. Their desire to feed on him was well understood. Taijo was almost ready to let them have him. The pen in his hand began to move of its own free will. It scribbled, “You are supposed to be a warrior, why are you lying down?” on an exposed piece of Taijo’s arm. <br><br>“Warriors die too.” Taijo mumbled.<br><br>The ink on his arm changed shape and spelled out something else. “Yes, but they don’t give up. There is a beast within you Taijo, release him!” <br><br>Taijo saw the words and felt himself rise up. It was almost like he was possessed. He knew he was doing it, but he couldn’t believe he was doing it. He ran, he ran full blast as if there was no pain in his body. He ran as if it were his early morning run, but he was faster. He was sprinting, no flying. His legs were moving, but he didn’t feel it. I want to live. I want to help the others. I want to be useful! Taijo&nbsp; moved full blast and found himself at the dorms before he new it. His instincts seemed to know where he was the whole time. <br><br>There was no one there, but the dorm door was closed and the lights were still on. Taijo raced to the door and struggled to open it, but it was locked. He reached in his pocket, grabbed his key and unlocked it. Throwing the door open he staggered inside and looked at the group wildly. If there was ever a moment that the prim and proper Taijo looked like a beast, it was now. His clothes were torn and bloodstained from head to toe. Multiple bruises covered his exposed skin. Cuts and scratches still bled along his body. It was obvious that Taijo got the shit beat out of him. He had a wild look in his eyes as he scanned the room. Everyone looked like crap, but they were ok. <br><br>He closed the door and feel back against it. He slid down against it into a seated position and left a lovely bloodstain behind as he did. “I’m sorry.” He managed to cry out as he hit the ground. “I didn’t mean to run.” He managed. He was trying his hardest to apologize for not being there when they needed him, but all his fighting and running had caught up to him again. He failed to realize that he was still holding the pen he found.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 10:46:43</strong>
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				Aryn grinned slightly at Taijo. "Hey, just glad that you're alive. Make sure you lock the door again, then come sit down. We've got things to discuss." Aryn turned his gaze back to Drake, a serious expression finally stealing his face away from the sarcasm and smiles. "Cut the shit, okay? We're all gonna live. She's freaking out, and I don't blame her."<br><br>He turned his gaze to Miki and made eye contact. "She'll get herself together for this though. I know she wants to live."<br><br>Aryn turned back Drake. "So let's cut to the point. You know how to defeat these things, and you are implying that you're about to show us. What do we need to know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:15:01</strong>
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				Still pumped up on adrenaline, and struggling to fight off a headache, Shine mostly remained to himself, near the door.&nbsp; When the door began to wiggle from the attempted opening by Taijo, he back away from it, and shifted his stance. It was one that might be familiar to someone with an interest in boxing, however, a real boxer would notice that what Shine was doing was a mere emulation. He is not a boxer, he does not have any experience fighting in such a style, he was merely emulating something he's seen quite a bit. Parroting it. <br><br>But when the door is unlocked, and he sees It's Taijo, he relaxes. He let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding, and moved towards the door, locking it for him. "Relax, we're all still alive." He would say before moving to the group. <br><br>His attention focused on Drake. Although he did not say anything, Shine could be quite expressive when he wanted to be, and his expression changed from a <em>Are you fucking serious?</em> to a <em>Shit. This guy is serious</em>. He sat down on the ground, in a spot where he could readily watch everyone else without too much difficulty.<br><br>"I can't speak for the others, but I'm not planning on dying any time soon... so, how do we survive this?" He would pose his question to Drake, then fall silent. The O-juzu was still clutched in his left hand, and he was slowly, mentally counting the beads to help himself to relax. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 21:49:15</strong>
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				Miki felt the fabric of her white capris as she hugged her legs to her chest. She was certain she'd press them into the skin of her legs from the force of the shaking she was doing. She didn't like the look the strange boy was giving her. "D-Discordia? Fold of time and space?" She knew she was stuttering. She didn't care at the moment. Her voice was soft, confused, and frightened. <br><br>When Aryn made eye contact she slowly unfolded herself and tried to set up straight. She could still hear her heart beating in her chest but she nodded to him. "Y-yes, Aryn-senpai." She swallowed heavily and then looked back at Drake. <br><br>"Ishinaka Miki." She was too flustered to even try and bow. "How can this place...be?" She gestured around to the dorm, or the Discordian version of it anyway. "What <em>is</em> it? And how can a place have it's sight on our souls? Why can't we leave it without it coming back to haunt us?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AbsyntheAngel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 01:13:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Inside Out</em></strong><br><br>Kagami folded her arms over her chest, all-too aware of the almost vehement looks she received in reply from the mysterious boy, who's name was revealed to be Drake. <br><br>He spoke of Discordia, the in-between world they were inhabiting at present, where monsters were a regular commodity and blood stained the sidewalks like some kind of vicious crime had occurred. <br><br>It made no sense, yet somewhere in the back of her mind, it did. Kagami was prone to sleepwalking, and when it happened, woke up feeling exhausted like she had overcome some sort of travesty in her slumber. She had once thought that the nightmarish memories stemming from the times she sleptwalk were subconscious and abstract, nothing more. Faced with the shocking reality of Discordia, Kagami had no choice but to accept Drake's words, and her nightmares, as the bizarre truth. <br><br><em>'Shift of time and space...'</em> She mused quietly, trying not to jump as the door burst open and what appeared to be another student--Taijo?-- joined them in the living room of...wherever they were. Her father, who had been an astro engineer, designed a lot of German and Russian space flight vehicles that had seen the stars. He dabbled in astrophysics as well, and she recalled a memory of him from when she was younger; Her father, talking to a fellow scientist about something called string theory, the idea that electrons and smaller subatomic particles existed as strings within an atom. Kagami remembered listening to the conversation without really understanding a word of what was spoken, and felt similarly now, at this talk of Discordia. <br><br><em>'Just because I accept that the universe is a quantifiable place, doesn't mean I know everything about it, or understand how it works...'</em><br><br>When Kagami came back from her thoughts, the boy who saved her was speaking to Drake, posing the question everyone probably wanted to hear. The young-looking girl, timid and soft spoken introduced herself (<em>'Aryn. Miki. Well, at least I'm learning names...'</em>) and posed another question for the boy. As she gestured around at the room, she noticed for the first time that as the outside was blood-spattered and coffin-laden, the inside too seemed...off. She thought at first the building must be a dorm of some sorts which is why the other students seemed to know each other--they must be dormmates--but the interior was warped in a understated way. <br><br>Always polite, even when faced with realities different from her own, Kagami waited for Drake's reply before posing an additional inquiry.<br><br>"This may seem like an obvious question..." She trailed off, looking at Drake wholly, as if she might peer into his mind for answers. "You said fight to stay alive. Accepting the fact that this place, Discordia, is in a dimension apart from our own, how do you expect us to do that?" Kagami thought back to when Drake had fought off the monster using a doppleganger that fought alongside him. Was there a doppleganger inside each of them, too?<br><br>"And also, where are all the people? I followed you here from Gekkoukan High School, and even though it's late at night, I didn't see anyone, no police, no drunk <em>sarariiman</em> on their way home, no one."<br><br>She shivered at the memory.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 07:34:13</strong>
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				Aryn seemed ok as he greeted Taijo and Taijo nodded in response, but didn’t move from his current position. He was still breathing heavily and just needed some time to recover. His injuries didn’t really help the situation, but he wasn’t about to allow himself to knock out on the floor. He instead stood vigilant and listened. Shine seemed to respond to his panic and help him out by locking the door and assuring him the group was ok.<br><br>“Thank you,” Taijo responded as he smiled up at Shine. It was nice that no one was angry with him about what had happened, but Taijo wasn’t going to go so easy on himself about it. He would have to remain vigilant as ever from now on. He wanted to be there to help when he was needed and that would mean taking care not to loose himself in any intense situation.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking his time, he noticed the two newcomers in the room. They weren’t from the dorms or, if they were, he hadn’t met them before. Taijo simply sat back and listened to what was being said. Apparently, the male newcomer seemed to know what was going on with them. It was called “Discordia,” or at least that is what Miki and the new girl seemed to mention as they spoke. The mysterious young man seemed to know what it was and how to defend against it. However, Taijo already had his own theory on defending against it. He recalled how Kari had transformed and was able to actually damage the shadow monsters that attacked them.&nbsp; However, the very memory sent a shiver down his spine. <br><br><em>Are we all going to have to become like that in order to defend ourselves?</em> He thought. <br><br>Honestly, the thought of becoming a twisted shadow monster didn’t thrill Taijo. He didn’t really want to be anything than he already was. He looked down in dismay and noticed that the writing on his arm had changed to read, “Pay attention, this is important, Taijo.” Taijo’s eyes widened and he looked over at the mysterious young man. One question he would definitely have to ask was what was going on with the ink on his arm. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 00:43:08</strong>
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				"Were you even listening?" Drake looked at Miki disapprovingly. "Discordia is not a <em>place</em>, it's a <em>distortion.</em> It can happen anywhere, but it's appearances are not random. It moves through the world as well, like a cloud of nightmares and death. Don't think of it like some kind of weather though. Discordia knows you, and it wants you dead."<br><br>"To survive, you each must learn to summon your Persona." He lifted his head subtly in the direction of the winged figure still perched on the wall. "That's the only way to have a chance at protecting yourself when Discordia comes for you. You'll each need some sort of tool to bring it out of you and it's different for everyone, so maybe you should do some quick thinking on what that might be."<br><br>He turned to look at Kari before continuing. "Just make sure you don't lose it like she did. One screw up is all you need to die."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 22:48:59</strong>
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				Upon referencing to her failure to act as a dorm leader, and protector of the students, Kari immediately cowered in her seat and stared at her feet. She knew she had failed. She had been unable to keep her own dark feelings under control, and had used the power that came from them to try and change herself. Glancing down at her hand that had been cut, she suddenly realized that the golden chip had become a gun. In those moments, she'd been acting on pure instinct. It was almost as if she herself hadn't done the actions, but another did. <br><br>Glancing up at the strange boy and the winged figure behind him, she couldn't help but wonder if that was what she was supposed to have done. A persona? She had whispered 'persona' right before shooting herself. So that beast that would fight then defend her? Perhaps it was in darkness itself because she had been lost. Perhaps that beast saved the group for her crazed urges because it was meant to be her 'partner' in this crazed world known as 'Discordia'. But it was all too much for the senpai of the group. She still felt humiliated and shamed by what had happened, so she continued to look down at her cut up arms and legs, running her trembling fingers over the thick scabs that covered her pale skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 19:31:09</strong>
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				Miki stood up and walked towards Drake, a mix of frustration and anger on her face. "<em>How?!</em> This might be normal for you but it's all brand-new to us! <em>What</em> is a Persona?! <em>How</em> do we call it without becoming what Kari-senpai did?! Just telling us to do it doesn't give us the knowledge to do it! None of this makes any sense at all!" Her voice had scaled higher, letting out all the stress and panic of the last several minutes in a most un-Miki-like screech before she threw up her hands and started pacing, breathing hard as she did.<br><br>After a minute she turned back to him. Her voice was calmer now. "So, according to you we're in something. A...<em>distortion.</em> Which doesn't <em>really</em> make a bit of sense to me but okay. We're in a distortion. And somehow this distortion is...alive? Aware? It knows us and it wants us dead, though what we ever did to it I have no idea. So once we summon these Persona things, <em>if</em> we can figure out these tools and summon them at all in the first place, what do we do with them? Do they make it possible for us to chase Discordia away or stop it from attacking us, or...or...what?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 20:16:56</strong>
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				Shine listened patiently. Once he had calmed himself down, his brain, still running like a bullet train, began to process and work over what information was being given to him by the boy. He had questions, but rather than pose them right off the bat, he worked to try and figure it out in his head, feeling a bit awkward about asking a question.<br><br>He looked down to the O-juzu he had. Needed a tool, he said, needed a tool to get it to work...so, is that what happened to him? And the girl? He hmm's quietly, and starts quietly, mentally counting the beads as he moves over to Aryn and Kari.<br><br>He stares at them intently, but his gaze seems to become distant, after a few moments. He was trying to put himself back into the spot, the place, he had been in when it first went off.&nbsp; The panic...no, that couldn't really help, could it? The need, the desire to do something to help...maybe that was the ticket.<br><br>They were both wounded. And he did want to help them. Maybe he could coax that... Persona thing out of himself again. He focused, and eventually his eyes closed. It takes him a while, it really does, but eventually something does happen. He could feel pressure building up in his head, and he wasn't sure if that was because of the headache, or because of what he was doing, because of the energy expenditure and stress summoning a Persona would surely put someone under.<br><br>...And then, it happens. His eyes snap open as his hand clamps tightly on the prayer beads, and something manifests, oddly accompanied by the equally odd smell of anodyne. The Plague Doctor appeared, the tools of his trade vaguely visible in the pockets of its thick, brown coat. Its appearance was fully hidden; it was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman, the skin color, or anything. All that could be seen was the white eyes with the tiny black pupils, peering eerily out from the beaked mask it wore. <br><br>It seemed to watch the two, eyes analytically assessing the wounds each had taken. It nods its head, quiet as can be, and made several gestures with one gloved hand, a distinctly eldritch quality to them. A warm light seems to envelop both, separate lights, but happening at the same time. The light was warm, and comforting, like the gentle embrace of a lover, or a soothing soak in an onsen. It renewed depleted energy, soothed tired and strained muscles, and caused the various nicks, scrapes, scratches, and other wounds they had suffered to begin to heal.<br><br>This expenditure, however, seems to become too much for Shine to handle. He's burning himself out from all of these recent, rapid fire events, and he collapses to the floor, the beads still tightly clutched in his hand. The Persona stares at the collapsed youth, but shakes its head, before disappearing back to whatever void it came from, seemingly unwilling, or perhaps unable, to help the very one that gave birth to it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 03:44:24</strong>
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				Taijo felt a little more than overwhelmed with what was going on. The attack and battle was one thing, but now to find out that this force, this “Discordia” was going to continue to hunt them. His inner frustration was echoed by Miki’s outburst. How were they just supposed to accept this? How where they supposed to summon a persona and not become like Kari? Taijo stood up and felt the soreness in his body again. He was going to be feeling this for some time. He scanned the group and noticed Kari. She seemed devastated by what had happened. Taijo could understand. He was pretty useless during the fight as well. He sighed recalling how he ran.&nbsp; <br><br>Then something surprising happened. He saw Shine praying with his O-juzu and there was a foreign pressure in the room. He was worried that they were going to come under attack again. However, it wasn’t the same shadowy creatures that attacked them before. It was a new being and it seemed to be coming from Shine. Taijo watched in amazement as it moved over and began to heal both Aryn and Kari. All of the sudden everything clicked. Shine had found out how to summon his persona. Taijo watched in awe, until Shine collapsed. He moved quickly as he could to his classmate’s side. Checking to see if he was injured first, he was relieved to see that Shine had just collapsed. “Sorry, Shine-san, but I have to lift you.” He whispered to the man before he took hold of him. Taijo was thankfully a big guy, though Shine was heavy and Taijo was injured he managed to lift him. <br><br>He moved him towards the largest couch and waited for the others to move so he could lay Shine down. Taijo waited until he got Shine into a comfortable position. Then he stood up, at his fully height. Bloody and bruised Taijo did not look good, but he certainly did look menacing. He was lost in thought as he wondered why all this was happening. Finally, he turned to the black haired man that seemed to know all about what was happening to them. His usual politeness was gone for a moment. Now he just wanted an answer. <br><br>“What is causing Discordia? It has to have a source. All phenomena are caused by something so what is causing this?” <br><br>He wasn’t attempting to be threatening, but he was being firm. If the new guy knew anything about what was causing this to happen they needed to know. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discordia: A Persona Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 23:23:08</strong>
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				Simply turning his gaze to the girl who was speaking in a frustrated manner, Drake simply pushed some of his long bangs from his eyes and looked her over with his cold eyes. Even as she began to pace he did nothing but observe until she began to speak more calmly.<br><br>“Yes,” he said solemnly, looking down for a few moments before speaking again. “We are in a distortion of sorts, and it is alive and aware of what is going on. Through the use of personas, we can shield our consciousness and prevent permanent damage from being done to our psyche. As for what you do with a persona, you fight with it. A persona is an extension of your true self, the self that you are too ashamed to show to the world. They are like a raft in the ocean, a preserving device, but they will not work just by themselves. We just fight alongside our personas in order to survive.”<br><br>The hairs on the back of Drake’s neck stood on end as Shino summoned his persona. The healing type immediately making his darker rooted one get on edge as well, however it soon passed. Motioning toward the new persona and how it healed the others, then as Shine collapsed, Drake spoke once more to the group. “Working together as one. If your will is strong, your persona will have a strong one as well. But when you falter, so will it. It is important to remain linked, connected to your persona.”<br><br>As Taijo asked him about what caused Discordia, Drake immediately shook his head, causing his long dark locks to fall back over his eyes. “The exact workings of Discordia are unknown to me, but the more I have delved into it, the more I have learned. I am currently on a search for what causes it, and how to stop it from consuming the world.” Crossing his arms, Drake leaned against a light post and stared at the group, his persona’s red eyes simply shifting from each person as if it were assessing them. <br><br>“I have been travelling through Discordia for a few years now. I’ve only been able to do so much by myself. I’ve been traveling in search of answers, yet all I find is more chaos and death. Today I was able to save your lives, as I have saved others, but I have never encountered a group of people who were persona users like myself, in these numbers at least.” Shifting his weight to his other foot, Drake looked up at the others and simply blew some hair from his face. “This has to be fate; to have my path crossed with everyone else’s this day, here and now.<br><br>“So the choice is yours. Do you want to try and survive this? Or hide until it destroys you?”
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