Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]
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				Title: <strong>Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>20-11-2016, 08:29:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Outside the School</span></div><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/YERaofT.jpg)</div><br>The city of Denai has always been huge and very busy even long ago. Kiyoshi's father is in charge of the entire city and knows everything and anything that is happening within its borders. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 04:31:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Town ------- Beef Bowl Shop.<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Looking for dinner. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>A solitary beam of light pierced the gloom of Night as the old motorcycle made its way down the road that winded its way down from the Academy to Denai City. The Evening was cool, but refreshing as Biscuit rolled on the throttle of the aged 80ci Shovelhead motor. The exhaust roared behind the bike as it dove through another turn. The floorboard scrapping against the asphalt with a metallic grinding noise. A smirk tugged at the corner of Biscuit's lips as he pulled in the clutch, and eased the throttle just a tad. His left heel rose up, and his foot slipped back an inch on the Footboard before pushing the heel down upon the bike's heel shifter. The transmission clunked as Biscuit entered 4th Gear. He let the clutch lever slip from his fingers and pulled on the throttle once more. The Bike seemingly leaping forwards like a charger into battle the lights of the City blurred past. <br><br>Entering the more densely populated part of the city, Biscuit downshifted and cruised at a more sedate pace. He was not familiar with the City, and didn't want risk getting hurt by misjudging a corner, or a blind intersection. That, and if he goes too fast, he'll completely miss the reason he came into this town. Since arriving Biscuit wanted to try some of the local "Delicacies", and one of hte most popular he has been wanting to try was the humble "Beef Bowl" Place. Just the sound of it made him hungry. Course that could be because he hasn't really had anything to eat all day. Having spend all his time today on the road, and trying to get back to school as quickly as possible. So it was safe to say that Biscuit was extra hungry. <br><br>As he took a random left turn at an intersection, Biscuit would spy the brightly lit lantern with the Kanji for "Sakuraba". the Neon Sign over the place said it was a beef bowl restaurant. "Looks as good a place as any." Biscuit mused before shifting his weight, and gliding the bike to a stop just in front of the place. Dropping the jiffy stand, he eased the bike down. Pressing the "Kill" switch, the V-twin shut down, and the hot cast iron, and steel began to pop, and ping in the cool night air. Biscuit would turn the petcock to off before sliding off the bike. Pulling his goggles up onto his hat, he removed the old MIG Welding Gloves he wore as riding gloves. Stuffing them into his belt on the back of his pants. Biscuit took in the restaurant he had chosen for his evening repasts. <br><br>The air had a deliciously greasy aroma, and the front entrance was humble and unassuming. Classic signs of a hidden gem as it wasn't trying to garner attention from "Tourists". Biscuit approached the entrance, and brushed the fabric hanging over the entrance out of his face. Inside was the classic Beef Bowl shop interior that he seen in the few Manga's that his hometown library had in its collection. There was a counter top that took up one half of the interior where the cooks prepared the meal in front of the patrons, and a Handful of tables on the opposite walls. Biscuit would take in the scenery for a few minutes as one of the waitresses came up, and bowed in greeting. "<em>Welcome, and please seat where ever you like.</em> She would say to him in quick japanese. Though for Biscuit, he would only be able to catch "Sit where ever". "Ah-re-got-toe" Biscuit pronounced in thickly accented japanese. However, the Waitress was already rushing over to clear the empty beer mugs from an freshly emptied table. <br><br>Looking around, Biscuit looked to see if there was an empty seat at the counter. Figuring he wouldn't take up a table for just himself. Though as he scanned the counter, he found there was just one seat available, and it was next to a young girl. Though he noticed that she was wearing the same uniform that he saw on campus, meaning she was also a student of Denai Academy. Hopefully she wouldn't mind a fellow student sitting beside her. Biscuit would approach the empty seat, and gently tap the young girl on the shoulder. 'Um...Pardon me. Seat...empty?" He asked as he struggled to find the right words in Japanese. "Sit, I may?" He requested.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 07:00:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef bowl shop in town<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day, night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, with a few shopping bags<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki was not exactly in a great mood by that point.<br><br>Signing up for clubs had gone on far longer than she thought it would. That was not a problem in and of itself, but she had hoped to go into town after school to buy at least <em>some</em> clothes. At the moment, all she had were her school uniforms, and some outfits from the institution… which, of course, were all prominently labelled as such. She had no intention walking around her first school dressed like a convict, so unless she wanted to wear the school uniform 24/7, she needed some other clothes.<br><br>So the plan was to go into town after school and grab just a few things – a more complete shopping trip could wait for later. But club sign-up had taken too long, then she had just missed one of the town buses – meaning she had almost an hour to wait for the next one – then when she finally got into town, everything was either closed or closing. She did manage to grab a few essentials, but no clothes.<br><br>Then when she finally gave up and started to make her way home, it happened again: she <em>just</em> missed a bus, meaning she had <em>another</em> hour to wait.<br><br>The best way to kill time seemed to be grab a meal, and her choice of beef bowl was less about a desire to get an authentic taste and more about the economics. But even that hadn’t gone all that well. The interested glances when she had entered in her school uniform were not pleasant. But that was nothing compared to the looks she got when she pulled out her red card to pay.<br><br>By the time Biscuit walked in, things had degraded to a kind wordlessly agreed-upon cold war between her and the other patrons: <em>Look, you don’t like me, and I don’t like you either. You want me to leave, and that’s fine; I want to get out of here, too. So if you just let me eat this food in peace, I’ll keep quiet and not cause a scene. Then we can part ways peacefully, and that will be that.</em><br><br>So tense was the situation, that Natsuki literally jumped when Biscuit put his hand on her shoulder.<br><br>For a moment she thought she might be in real trouble – that some local had summoned up the courage to pick a fight with an Abnormal, and things were about to get ugly. So it took a moment for her to parse Biscuit’s words over the pounding of her heart.<br><br><strong>“Eh?”</strong> she said blankly. Belatedly she looked at where he was indicating. The empty seat next to her. She looked around, and realized it was just about the only empty seat in the place. She looked back at the newcomer. He was quite large… but he didn’t seem to be the least bit threatening.<br><br><strong>“Ah, yes,”</strong> she stammered. She relaxed, realizing that she had actually tensed up. She took a deep breath and repeated herself, just in case the foreigner didn’t quite grasp what she had meant. <strong>“Yes, the seat is empty,”</strong> she said. <strong>“You may have it.”</strong><br><br>Subtly she looked the newcomer over, partly out of self-preservation, partly out of curiosity. It was hard to tell with an American, but he <em>seemed</em> to be about school age. The odds were that he was either a drifter, or an exchange student. Drifter was possible, but his Japanese didn’t seem quite good enough to risk touring through Japan on his own – and he didn’t seem to be with anyone. Denai was hardly a noteworthy tourist destination either. That meant that if her guess about his age was right, and he was school age, then he was probably a student at Denai Academy.<br><br>It was worth a shot to ask. In any case, he hadn’t seen her flash her red card, and he didn’t seem to have the language skills to pick up on the hint from the murmurs and glares. Whether he as a student or not, nobody here would dare make trouble with her if they thought she was with <em>him</em>.<br><br><strong>“Excuse me,”</strong> she said. She tugged on the lapel of her school uniform jacket. <strong>“You are a student at Denai Academy as well?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 21:54:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef Bowl Shop.<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Looking for dinner, meeting a potential friend...possibly. <br><br>---------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit's hand recoiled back as if it had been shocked when the young girl jumped at his touch. Biscuit thought that for a moment he had hurt her in some way or shape. He really hoped he hadn't. Entering, Biscuit had noticed the atmosphere, but equated it to him being not only a new Face, but a Foreigner as well. There was several establishments back home like that. Usually cool, and distant with new faces until you show yourself to be the good sort, and a possible future regular. Yes there was Southern Hospitality, but you only let your guard down only so much around new people. "Sorry, so Sorry." He stammered quickly as the girl tried to get her racing heart to calm down. <br><br>The young girl looked at the empty seat, and then back to Biscuit before telling him that yes he could sit there. Even taking a deep calming breath, and releasing it to repeat herself just in case he didn't understand her the first time. Ben would give the girl a warm, hopefully disarming smile as he eased himself down upon the seat right next to her. He tried to make sure he wasn't crowding her, but the place was a bit on the cramped side. "Thank you." Ben say to the girl, keeping that smile upon his lips. <br><br>One of the cooks would approach, wiping his hands upon his apron as he gave Biscuit an appraising stare, and a glance to the girl next to him. Though the look he gave her wasn't all that welcoming as he could tell. "Um...Large Coke, and an Extra Large Teriyaki Beef Bowl!" Biscuit requested hungrily. Teriyaki was one of Biscuit's favorite flavors. He used to be able to go through an entire bag of Teriyaki Beef Jerky in a single sitting when he was outside working on his bike. The man looked back at Biscuit, and smiled. It would appear that this young man had an appetite, and there was nothing more satisfying to a cook than serving a customer that was hungry. <br><br>The cook would turn back to his craft leaving Biscuit alone with the Young girl whom had been sizing him up during his exchange with the chef. When she spoke up to him, Biscuit turned his attention back to her as she pulled on her jacket lapel. Causing him to glance down at her chest to see what she was indicating. Though Biscuit had to blink as he did notice how well endowed this girl was. Biscuit would look back up, his eyes finding hers again when she asked if he was a student at Denai Academy. He would nodded in reply. "Yes, I'm a Student. Name is Ben." He replied as he offered his hand to her to shake. It would be actually clean this time since he took a shower before leaving the dorms. "Call me Biscuit." He added, his tone friendly. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 02:37:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef bowl shop in town<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day, night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, with a few shopping bags<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br><strong>“Ah!”</strong> Natsuki said quickly. <strong>“It’s nothing! It’s nothing.”</strong> As emphatically as he was apologizing for startling her, she was doing the same for being startled.<br><br>She focused her attention back on her own beef bowl, mildly embarrassed for being so startled by his sudden appearance. As a gesture of apology, once the chef turned away after hearing Biscuit’s order, she leaned a little closer to Biscuit and spoke softly, so the chef would not hear. <strong>“<em>Tsuyu-daku</em>,”</strong> she suggested. <strong>“If you ask for your order <em>tsuyu-daku</em>, you get extra sauce for free. <em>Tsuyu-daku-daku</em> means even more sauce.”</strong><br><br>She returned to her original position, so as not to be caught giving tips to Biscuit. She didn’t want the chef to assume they were together – if he were anti-Abnormal, he might be inclined to deliberately ruin Biscuit’s dish just out of spite.<br><br>When he introduced himself, she stared at his hand for a moment, bemused, before she realized he wanted to shake hands. The idea amused her, in all its foreignness, and she smiled broadly as she – somewhat awkwardly – too his hand and shook it; her grip was too loose, and the shaking was too vigorous, but at least the attempt was honest.<br><br><strong>“Natsuki Akuzawa,”</strong> she introduced herself. <strong>“‘Bii-su-kiit-toe’,”</strong> she repeated, with a grin, her lips and tongue stumbling somewhat over the unfamiliar phonology, unconsciously ‘Japanese-ifying’ the name. <strong>“That is an interesting name! Like the cookie, no?”</strong><br><br><strong>“You may call me Natsuki,”</strong> she said with a smile. The offer was not meant to be sarcastic, of course; technically, as a stranger, Biscuit would normally be expected to only refer to Natsuki by her last name – Akuzawa-<em>san</em>, even. Encouraging him to refer to her by her first name was a gesture of friendship. It was also a bit of a whim on Natsuki’s part – she knew foreigners and Americans in particular used the first name as a matter of course, and she was intrigued by the exoticism of it.<br><br><strong>“You live in the city?”</strong> she asked curiously. It was a conundrum she was trying to figure out: an exchange student would almost certainly be living on-campus… but here Biscuit was, fairly late in the evening, and wearing street clothes. It was possible he just had a craving for beef bowl and changed before busing it into town… but it was more likely that he lived in town, and had gone home as he normally would after the school day, changed, then decided to go out and grab a meal. <strong>“I live in the dorms,”</strong> she offered. <strong>“I only came into town to do some shopping.”</strong> She indicated the scant collection of shopping bags beside her. <strong>“I came too late, though,”</strong> she added ruefully. <strong>“Everything was closed.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 05:55:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef Bowl Shop.<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Ryuuji (mentioned), Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Looking for dinner, meeting a potential friend...possibly. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit turned back to Natsuki as she whispered a phrase to him. Telling him that if he wanted extra sauce without paying to say that phrase. His eyes grew wide, and his mouth made a small "o" before he nodded. "Thanks. I'll have to remember that next time." he stated as he felt should he shout it to the chef now, it may blow the secretive nature that the young girl was trying to foster. Though the smile was very appreciative. It was going to be little secrets like these that will make his stay that much more pleasant. <br><br>Biscuit held his hand out to Natsuki, waiting for her to take it as she looked at it curiously for a moment. Seemingly unsure of what he was expecting of her. Though when she took his hand, and began to shake his vigorously. He couldn't help the amused smile, and chuckle. It was an honest shake, and that was always better than "Proper" handshakes any time. Biscuit's grip was solid, but no where near as tight as with Ryuuji's from earlier. This was a lady after all. "Nice ta meet'cha, Miss Akuzawa." he replied as she fumbled with his name adorably, and asked if it was like Cookies. Biscuit smile never wavered as he shook his head. "Nah, the English refer to cookies as Biscuits. We American's, Biscuits are a breakfast staple in the south. Particularly with Sausage, and Mustard." Biscuit explained, wondering if he should make some buttermilk biscuits for any friends he'll make here. When Natsuki asked that he call her Natsuki, he nodded. "Sure." He stated. <br><br>When Natsuki asked if he lived in the city, Biscuit rested his head upon his hand, and listened as Natsuki explained that she lived in the dorms, and had come to the City to do some shopping. Glancing down, he could see the bags by her feet. Though she explained that she came too late, and that most, if not all the stores were closed. "Sorry ta hear that. I live in the dorms too. I just dropped off my stuff in my room, and grabbed a quick shower, and clean clothes." He explained. "Though with how nice the night was, I figured a ride into town on my motorcycle would be refreshing as well get a chance to sample the local fancy cuisine" He chuckled as he motioned to the restaurant they were both currently occupying. <br><br>About this time the waitress approached, and set his coke down. Biscuit picked it up, and started to down half of it in a single pull before setting it back on the counter. "Ahhhh, that was good." He said before realizing what he did, and blushed before looking at Natsuki with a self mocking expression. "Sorry about that. It would appear I was thirstier than I thought." He stated, his cheeks still blushing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 01:31:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef bowl shop in town<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day, night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, with a few shopping bags<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki looked somewhat skeptical of Biscuit’s explanation of what a biscuit was. She was half-wondering if he was pulling her leg. She still pictured a biscuit as, basically, a sweet cracker. That didn’t quite seem to go well with mustard and sausage, but perhaps it was an acquired taste.<br><br><strong>“Motorcycle?”</strong> Natsuki repeated, her interest piqued. <strong>“Very cool!”</strong> That explained Biscuit’s peculiar attire, somewhat. Of course, by ‘motorcycle’ Natsuki was naturally picturing a sport bike, or possibly trail bike – the kind of smaller bike more typical of Japanese motorcycles… not a large cruiser. She smiled with amusement at the thought of the ~160&nbsp;cm/130&nbsp;kg American on a tiny dirt bike. <strong>“Ah, very cool,”</strong> she said again, with a jealous sigh. <strong>“And so convenient, too! I have to catch the bus back to the school… well, unless I want to walk. But it only runs once an hour.”</strong><br><br>She chuckled and waved her hand good-naturedly at his chugging of his drink. <strong>“Or maybe it’s just that the local fancy cuisine is that good,”</strong> she offered, wryly. <strong>“Actually, that’s another reason I like to get the extra sauce.”</strong> She waved her hand at her own half-eaten beef bowl. <strong>“When there’s a lot of sauce, it’s easier to basically drink it back quickly. Great for when you’re in a hurry.”</strong><br><br>She half-turned in her chair toward him, resting her elbow on the counter and her cheek on her hand, crossing her legs… self-consciously tugging at the hem of her skirt as she did, to make sure slightly more of her thighs were covered – it really was going to take a while to get used to these short skirts… and looking at him curiously. <strong>“You did the club sign-ups, right?”</strong> she asked. <strong>“That’s what had me running so late,”</strong> she admitted. <strong>“Did you sign up for anything?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 03:00:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef Bowl Shop.<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Ryuuji (mentioned), Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Looking for dinner, meeting a potential friend...possibly. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit could help a sense of pride as it appeared Natsuki was impressed that he owned a motorcycle. Though he wouldn't realize that she was picturing on what he would almost equate to a "Minibike", and humorous it would have Looked. Hell, He would have laughed at the sight himself. "Yeah, I found it while helping a neighbor clean out an old barn on his property. He gave it to me for the work instead of the 300 dollars he was going to pay me. Took me all of last summer to get her running again." Biscuit explained. Though as Natsuki mentioned how convenient it was to have a motorcycle as she wouldn't have to wait on the bus, or walk. Biscuit considered something. "If you want, I can run ya back to the school after we eat. I don't mind, and it'll save you the wait, and the walk." He offered, wishing to simply be helpful. <br><br>Biscuit would be thankful that Natsuki didn't seem to mind his enthusiastic consumption of his drink. Even making light that it was because the food was so good here. Though she would explain that she orders the extra sauce cause it also helps to eat the food if one is in a hurry. He nodded at that, and logged it to memory. "I will remember." Biscuit stated with a beaming grin. It was looking like he was on his way to making another friend. That was good. <br><br>Natsuki didn't have to worry about Biscuit trying to sneak a peek at her smooth thighs as she turned herself in her seat to face him. His food was being set down before him. "Ah-re-got-toe!" Biscuit pronounced as his tongue felt like it was doing flip-flops. Sheesh, Japanese was very hard. Thankfully, the waitress also set down a fork for him to eat with. Figuring that Biscuit would have difficulty with Chop Sticks. And she would be right. Though before he could dig in, He stopped as Natsuki asked if he had been through club sign ups. "Club Sign ups?" He asked in confusion. She explained that it was because of that she was running so late. When she asked if he signed up for anything. Biscuit became fairly embarrassed. "Um...no. I didn't. I actually missed the first day." He admitted, a heavy frown on his face for making a very bad first impression. "My bike was dropped off at the wrong port, and I had to go down, get it, and ride it back. I would've made it to school on time had it not been for that." He let out a despondent sigh 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 04:00:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef bowl shop in town<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day, night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, with a few shopping bags<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br><strong>“You repaired it yourself?”</strong> she asked. <strong>“Impressive,”</strong> she said, nodding. She meant it, too; among the many ‘colourful types’ – ie, criminals – she grew up with were several car mechanics. Well, that was their public job description, anyway. In practice they didn’t often ‘repair’ cars so much as ‘strip them down’ or ‘disguise their origin’… and usually not with the permission of the legal owner, of course. At any rate, to young Natsuki’s eyes, they were like virtuosos with their wrenches – it helped that they were all happy to show off for the young girl – and she developed a secret fascination with the hands-on mechanically-minded type.<br><br>At Biscuit’s offer of a ride home, Natsuki grinned. <strong>“Sure!”</strong> she said brightly. Of course, she didn’t believe he was serious, and so, neither was she. She was still picturing his bike as a dirt bike – or perhaps even a scooter. The idea of two trying to ride such a machine was comical.<br><br><strong>“That’s okay,”</strong> Natsuki waved a hand airly. <strong>“With all the confusion, I only ended up signing up for swimming anyway. I never got a chance to check out most of the other clubs. I suppose we’ll both find interesting ones to join later. Maybe there is a motorcycle club! Or a mechanic club. They certainly had a lot of clubs to choose from, so who knows?”</strong><br><br><strong>“You didn’t miss much of anything else, either,”</strong> Natsuki shrugged. <strong>“The morning was taken up with the introductory address. It went pretty much about as you’d expect. ‘As students, you represent the academy and its values,’”</strong> she mimicked Headmaster Hideaki as well as she could manage. <strong>“The <em>second</em> Headmaster – apparently there are two – was a little strange. The Student Council leader was kinda cute, in a megane-bishie kinda way, but <em>way</em> too serious.”</strong> She mimicked her interpretation of Kiyoshi’s posture, facial expression, and pretended to adjust a pair of invisible glasses. <strong>“Hmm,”</strong> she touched her lower lip as she thought. <strong>“We didn’t do much in class either, besides just introductions. Classes were cut short for the club drive. So, yeah, you didn’t miss anything.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I can give you all the info you missed about how the classes will be run,”</strong> Natsuki offered. <strong>“But you’ll probably get it anyway from the teachers when you report in. Ah, which class are you in? I probably should have asked before. I’m a second-year.”</strong><br><br>The mention of having to pick up his bike from the docks caught her interest. That meant it was an American bike. She had no idea what American motorcycles were like, or if or how they were different from Japanese motorcycles, but she couldn’t help but think of them in the same way as American cars: big, expensive, and driven by yakuza. Picturing Biscuit as a yakuza brought a smile to her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 05:10:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef Bowl Shop.<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Looking for dinner, meeting a potential friend...possibly. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit chuckled bashfully, his cheeks lighting up as Natsuki seemed very impressed with the fact that he repaired the bike himself. "It wasn't that difficult. I simply had to drain, and clean the fuel tanks. Dismantle and clean the carburetor. Replace the Spark Plugs. Change the Engine, Transmission, and Primary oil, and put on new tires. Thankfully a set of spoons, and a bead breaker are not that expensive." he explained. "That, and I had a manual with me so I simply read out of it. The most expensive part was getting all new gaskets." He stated as he held the back of his head with his hand. Trying not to sound braggadocios. <br><br>While Natsuki may not have been serious about accepting Biscuit's offer for a ride, the young man was. "Okay, once I finish eating I can take you back to the school." he stated. <br><br>Biscuit started to eat as Natsuki explained that there was a lot of confusion, and that she signed up for the swimming club. Causing the American to imagine what she would look like in a racing swim suit. Very nice was what came to mind. Though she would state that perhaps they'll find more interesting ones if they look a bit later. Even mentioning a Motorcycle, or mechanic's club. Saying that it was possible as there was a LOT of clubs. "You really think so!?" He asked excitedly at the prospect of a Motorcycle, or Mechanic's club. "That would be amazing!" He stated as he imagined other people that shared a passion for Motors, and all. <br><br>While Natsuki told him he didn't miss much, he was still a bit distraught from missing the first day, and it wasn't because of Morooka's chastisement. He just didn't like being late, and understood that the first day of school was very important. Though at the mention of a second headmaster, he looked at Natsuki with confusion before he slurped up some noodles, and wiped his mouth with the very same shop rag he used to wipe oil, and grease off his hands earlier. Leaving a bit of a grease smudge on his cheek. "Two headmasters you say? I thought Japanese schools only had one. That is strange." Biscuit mused aloud. He wondered whom could be this "Mysterious second Head Master" be. <br><br>When Natsuki went on to talk about the student council president at being cute, Biscuit tilted his head as she expounded. Saying that he was cute in a Megane-Bishi way, but too serious. "Megane-Bishi?" Biscuit asked, clearly not up on slang. Though she would then do a physical impression of the young man that got a smirk, and a chuckle from Biscuit. "looks like you have a knack for impressions." He commented before taking another hardy portion of his dinner. Trying not to scarf it down like a pig, but eat with a bit of quickness so that Natsuki wouldn't have to wait overly long to get back to school. "I see. Back home they would have school the entire day. If introductions got done fast enough the Teacher would simply start the lessons." He explained. "If you wanted to join a club, or Sport. You had to do it after school." He added. <br><br>When Natsuki offered her help with any questions he may have had, Biscuit nodded. "Even if they do go over it, I'm sure I'm going to need a lot of help. So thank you, and I appreciate any help you can give me. Japan is different from the small farm town I'm from." Biscuit let out with a bit of a sigh. It was all so exciting at first. Go to a foreign country, meet new people, and experience their culture. However now it was feeling a bit overwhelming, and he hoped he had not gotten in over his head. When Natsuki asked what Class he was in, mentioning she was a second year. He smiled at her. "I'm a second year too. Perhaps we'll be in the same home room." he said hopefully. it would be great if he knew a couple of people that were in his class. It would certainly make getting into the swing of things easier. <br><br>It would take Biscuit about another ten minutes to finish his beef bowl, and pay his check. As a thank you for being so kind, and willing to help him. He even paid for Natsuki's meal. Once the checks was taken care of, he stood up, and stretched. "If you're ready, we can head back to the school, Natsuki" he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 01:44:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef bowl shop in town<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day, night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, with a few shopping bags<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br><strong>“Eh, heh heh,”</strong> Natsuki chuckled sheepishly. <strong>“That doesn’t sound ‘not that difficult’.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Of course!”</strong> she agreed cheerfully with his offer to give her a ride back to the school – still not believing it was actually physically possible. <strong>“And yes, I do think so,”</strong> she nodded, going back to her beef bowl. <strong>“It’s pretty likely that there’s at least a mechanical club. They might even have a shop area and tools. If you can fix up a motorcycle on your own, they’d probably jump at the chance to have you join.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Yes, two headmasters is a bit strange,”</strong> she agreed. <strong>“But then,”</strong> she added mysteriously. <strong>“This is a strange year.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Gah,”</strong> she choked on a mouthful, her cheeks turning red and eyes widening, when Biscuit called her out for the term ‘megani-bishi’. It was far too embarrassing to be caught out as a fan of shoujo manga and such things, so she swallowed hard, then forced a self-deprecating laugh, trying to deflect. <strong>“That’s just a… thing… people say… heh-heh. It, ah, doesn’t mean anything, really.”</strong> Then she returned to her beef bowl with vigour, to discourage follow-up questions.<br><br>After a few moments, she recovered her composure, as she finished up her beef bowl. <strong>“Sure!”</strong> she said breezily, wiping her lips and settling back. <strong>“If you need any help, just give me a call.”</strong> She gave Biscuit her room number in the dorms. <strong>“I think it’s neat that you took the plunge to come here to school, exactly <em>because</em> it’s so different from where you came from. Really, that’s very cool.”</strong> She grinned and gave him a thumbs up, then said, in horrifically mangled English: <strong>«Toe-ta-ry very-big coo-ru, homeboy! Exce-rent! Yeah!»</strong><br><br><strong>“Ah!”</strong> she stopped suddenly, smiling with amusement, once Biscuit had finished his own beef bowl and suggested they head out. <strong>“One moment.”</strong> She reached into one of her shopping bags – a drug store bag – and produced a pack of sanitary wipes. Opening it, she extracted a wipe, before returning the pack to the bag. <strong>“Now, hold still,”</strong> she said.<br><br>She reached out, and gently took hold of his chin, just enough to steady it and discourage him from moving away. <strong>“<em>Mou-ii</em>,”</strong> she tut-tutted, as she used the wipe in her other hand to clean the black streak off his lips. It didn’t come off with the first gentle wipe, of course, so she sighed and rubbed a little more forcefully. <strong>“Honestly,”</strong> she muttered, mostly to herself, with good-natured exasperation as she wiped him clean. <strong>“You mechanic types are all the same… even on the other side of the world, it seems. Do you hide deposits of this stuff all over yourself, for later? I swear, you should just go all-in and coat yourself all over with it, and just stay like that all the―”</strong><br><br>At that moment, one of the customers – a man in a somewhat rumpled-looking suit – happened to walk past the two of them on his way out of the restaurant. But as he passed, he muttered… under his breath, but <em>just</em> loud enough to ensure it would be heard… a slur that could be loosely translated as: “Witch.”<br><br>It was like a switch went off inside of Natsuki. Her warm, friendly, breezy attitude vanished in an instant. Her eyes flashed ferocity and narrowed, and her entire body tensed, like a cornered animal ready to fight. Her nails pressed into Biscuit’s cheeks where she held his chin. She didn’t move a muscle, but it was clear she was ready, on half a heartbeat’s notice, to fly into violence… and she was measuring up her assets and avenues in preparation.<br><br>But having dropped his slur, the man passed harmlessly, and continued to the door to leave. No one else in the restaurant had even noticed what had happened, and certainly none were making any move toward her, threatening or not.<br><br>For a moment, a look of horror passed over Natsuki’s face, as she realized she’d been caught with her guard down, and let Biscuit see… that side of her. She released her grip on his chin. <strong>“Sorry,”</strong> she whispered. Her arms dropped, and so did her gaze, as she avoided his. <strong>“Sorry,”</strong> she repeated, miserably.<br><br>She quickly – making a concentrated attempt to avoid Biscuit’s eyes (and questions, if any) – dug into her jacket pocket for cash for her meal, just dropping the crumpled bills on the counter, then gathered up the two or three shopping bags. Without waiting for Biscuit, or even checking to see if he was following, she stood and made her way quickly out of the restaurant.<br><br>She might have continued that way out into the night, simply leaving Biscuit in her wake without a word… but after she took a few steps out of the restaurant door, her pace slowed quickly… then came to a stop. Her firmly set, upset scowl melted into an undisguised expression of surprise, her jaw dropping.<br><br>When Biscuit came out of the restaurant behind her, she turned and gaped at him for a moment… then pointed at him… then pointed at his motorcycle… then back to him.<br><br><strong>“<em>Eeeeeeeehhhhhhh?</em>”</strong> she cried, with disbelief. That was certainly no dirt bike. She never would have been able to picture an American motorcycle, if pressed… but somehow, looking at Biscuit’s bike, she knew this was exactly what an American bike <em>should</em> look like.<br><br><strong>“No way!”</strong> she breathed, turning back to the bike, and taking a few cautious, wobbly steps toward it. She kept her distance, almost reverently, or perhaps as if she were afraid it would lash out and strike her. She bent over to examine it more closely – unwittingly giving Biscuit a rather impressive view of her rear, in the short uniform skirt – and caught sight of her distorted reflection in the chrome of the air filter. <strong>“No… <em>way</em>!”</strong> she repeated, letting her eyes run slowly over its lines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 05:04:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef Bowl Shop.<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br><strong>Note:</strong> finishing up the meal, and preparing to go back to school. <br><br>-----------------------------------------<br><br>The meal was going swimmingly, or at least Biscuit thought so. Probably couldn't ask for a better experience. He was having a lot of fun getting to know Natsuki. He had expected to take much longer before he could be able to talk with anyone beyond the normal "Hello", "Which way to the bathroom?", and "Does my feet smell like goats breath?" Though her attempt to speak english had Biscuit laughing, and throwing her the Thumbs up as well. &lt;Goodness, I'm gonna need an insulin shot for how adorably cute that was.&gt; He muttered to himself in english. He was happy that he met such a nice person like Natsuki, and Ryuuji. Hopefully this was all just the start to a very exciting, and fulfilling school year. <br><br>They were about to go when suddenly Natsuki stopped Biscuit. The young man stopping, and watching what she was doing as she reached into one of her shopping bags, and pulled out a pack of wipes. What was she needing those for? She would instruct biscuit to hold still and reached out to grab his Chin. His eyes blinked a bit as she started to try to wipe away the grease smudge from his cheek. Though it was a bit stubborn and she had to rub a bit more vigorously. All the while she went on about how mechanic types seem to ways managed to get grease, and oil on them even when they're not working on machines. The words, and gesture made Biscuit think of his two younger sisters whom always seem to scold him for coming home dirty, and oily. <br><br>Biscuit was chuckling good naturedly at the attention, finding it rather pleasant to have the nearly undivided attention of a pretty girl. Though as one of the patrons decided to leave, Biscuit thought he heard the guy say something under his breath that he didn't quite catch. However the effect on Natsuki was ringing alarm bells as she seemed to go tense, much like a coiled spring ready to snap at a moment's notice. her grip on his face much tighter than before. to the point that her nails were actually starting to hurt. Biscuit would be silent a moment or two as the man passed, and simply left the restaurant. Though as Natsuki remained still like a cat with its claws drawn, Biscuit spoke quietly. Trying to get Natsuki's attention. "N-Natsuki ." Biscuit whispered. <br><br>Natsuki would appear to snap out of whatever it was that had a hold of her. Her down cast eyes, and whispered apology was nearly heart breaking to see, and hear. This couldn't have been the same girl from two minutes ago. Before Biscuit could say, or do anything more Natsuki stood up, gathered her things, paid the bill, and bolted for the door. "Natsuki wait!" Biscuit called out to the girl as she rushed out the door. He would shoot a questioning look to the Cook, and Waitress whom seemed more relieved that the girl was gone than they were over what caused her sudden departure. Biscuit would then shoot them a venomous glare before he took back Natsuki's money as he had already paid her bill along with his. The very next minute he chased after the girl into the night. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://motorcyclesadsy.com/mwpics/1981-harley-davidson-flh-electraglide-classic-shovelhead-1.jpg)</div>Biscuit burst from the Restaurant entrance, turning to the left, and right. Having expected that Natsuki was trying to beat a hasty retreat lest she suffers even more humiliation tonight. Blessedly he would find her near an old friend, and smiled as he approached. The look of shock on her face as she saw what was his motorcycle seemed quite common whenever Biscuit rolled up to a stop since coming to japan. She looked at him, and thrust her finger at him and then to his bike, and finally back to him. Biscuit could only give her a sheepish grin as everything was starting to fall into place. Natsuki would then turn back to his bike, and stare at it as if it was some priceless treasure. She then bent over to get a closer look, and Biscuit instinctively let his eyes draw up along her toned legs that could stop a train. Though as his eyes caught a glimpse of the bottom curvature of her tight rump, he flinched, and tore his eyes away from the heavenly sight. One that many young man his age would have been drooling over. He didn't want Natsuki to get the wrong idea of him.<br><br>Quietly he would approach Natsuki from behind, and place a gentle hand upon her shoulder. "Her name is <em>Melissa</em>." He said softly, "I named her after one of my absolutely favorite songs." he added before taking her bags and approaching the large red motorcycle. Opening the left saddle bag, Biscuit gingerly set Natsuki's bags into its depths. Moving the small first aid kit, and cable lock out of the way to accommodate the extra luggage. "Just give me a second to get her started." Biscuit explained before throwing his leg over the saddle with the grace of one that has done that a thousand times. Plopping down on the saddle, the bike give a slight groan of protest before Biscuit turned on the ignition, and the fuel. Reaching back, he flipped down the passenger foot pegs. He then gave the throttle two quick twists before pressing the Start button. The electric motor lurched over as the headlight dimmed a moment before the engine ran over. The engine would make two cycles before it caught, and the bike roared to life. Quickly it would fall into that classic Harley-Davidson uneven idle that sounded a lot like <em>Pa-ta-To, Pa-Ta-To, Pa-Ta-To...</em> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g4vy_m_p4I)<br><br>Biscuit would then lift the bike off the jiffystand, and turn to Natsuki before patting the rear pad just behind him. "Okay, you can get on now." He said to her. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">if Natsuki got onto the bike.</div><div class="spoiler_body">Biscuit would brace his leg as the young woman slipped onto the back of the rumbling motorcycle. the suspension giving a slight squeak, but easily accommodating her weight. The leather seat would be surprising soft, and comfortable. A testament to Biscuit's care as he took a lot of time with saddle soap, and conditioner to bring the leather seat back to life. The bike throbbed between Natsuki's legs, seemingly eager to run into the night with the girl, and boy. "Just hold on to me, and I'll get ya back to the school in a jiffy." Biscuit promised and gave Natsuki a very confident smile, and another thumbs up. <br><br>Biscuit would then turn forward again. His right hand gave the throttle a quick blip, causing the engine to roar once more, the throbbing morphing into a steady vibration through the bike's frame, and seat. Pulling in the clutch, and pressing down on the toe shifter, the 4-speed transmission gave a deep clunk before Biscuit eased the clutch out as he pulled on the throttle in equal measure. The bike easily pulling away from the curb and onto the street. Biscuit turned the bike in the direction of the school, and rolled on the throttle more as the bike gathered speed, and sped off off into the night. the exhaust fading behind, and the Headlamp illuminating their way.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 07:36:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef bowl shop in town<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day, night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br><strong>“Melissa,”</strong> Natsuki repeated, in a half-dreamy voice. Her attention was still entirely captured by the bike itself.<br><br><strong>“Eh?”</strong> Her reverie was finally broken by Biscuit taking her bags from her. She looked at him, confused, not understanding at first what his intentions were. Even when he opened the saddlebag, she didn’t clue in to what he had in mind. She still hadn’t quite got over the surprise of the bike’s size and style enough to recall the earlier conversation about getting a ride. She thought maybe he was showing him some feature of the bike, such as where one could stash bags.<br><br>She watched him start the bike, fascinated by the process. Seeing the latent power of the machine as it roared to life – even causing the headlight to dim – caused her to suck in her breath. <strong>“Awesome,”</strong> she murmured, as it fell back into its petulant idle state, almost sounding impatient to really open up.<br><br>But when he invited her to take a seat, she blinked in confusion for a moment.<br><br><strong>“Eh?”</strong> she said. Then she pointed at herself. <strong>“Eeeeeehhhh?”</strong> she cried out, after another couple of blinks.<br><br><strong>“Eh, heh heh,”</strong> she laughed nervously. <strong>“I think… I mean… that would be a little….”</strong> The truth was, she was torn. On the one hand, she really was starstruck by the exquisite American machine, and she knew that if she passed up this opportunity, her future self would find some way to time travel just to be able to come back and kick her ass. On the other, she was scared witless.<br><br>But slowly, curiosity won over fear, and she inched closer to the bike. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed as she could <em>feel</em> the rumbling the closer she got.<br><br>She got up right next to the bike, and then, somewhat awkwardly, started to lift a leg over it…<br><br>… then stopped abruptly when she felt a gust of air between her thighs, reminding her of her too-short school skirt.<br><br>Quickly she dropped her leg and clutched at the hem of her skirt, her face going pink. Her mind worked furiously looking for a solution to the problem, and she even made a few false starts at attempts to either sit side-saddle, or perhaps slide on from the rear. Soon her face was red, and she was scowling angrily, her eye twitching, at the inanity of the situation.<br><br>Then, without warning, she looked up, looking at something just past Biscuit with amazement. <strong>“Ah-reh?”</strong> she said, her voice full of wonder. She pointed just past Biscuit. <strong>“What’s that?”</strong><br><br>The moment Biscuit turned his head to look, she quickly flung her leg over the bike and furiously shoved her skirt down between her legs and under her bum – both front and back – to pin it under her. She sighed with relief and relaxed somewhat in the seat once her skirt was secure.<br><br>That solved the skirt problem, but there were still plenty of other problems for Natsuki to puzzle over. She quickly realized the foot pegs were for her, but she was still wary of her bare legs on either side of an exposed engine. And of course, there was the problem of what to hold on to. She had seen kids riding doubles on bikes where the kid on the back held on to the sides of the seat – she’d never ridden a bike herself, but after trying it she realized that simply wasn’t going to work. She was far too shy to just put her arms around Biscuit, but his smile and thumbs up emboldened her somewhat. Nervously, she delicately took hold of the back of Biscuit’s jacket.<br><br>But if that had been her plan for the entire ride, it ended the moment he revved the engine. She cried out and&nbsp; wrapped her arms around his torso.<br><br><strong>“Maybe this is a little…,”</strong> she started to stammer, in a small voice – far too small to be heard over the motor. <strong>“I’m not sure….”</strong> Of course there was no response – Biscuit simply couldn’t hear her – but she desperately tried to think of how to say ‘maybe this isn’t a good idea’ in English.<br><br>All that came out, though, as the bike started to move, was: <strong>«<em>VERY BIG NOOOOOOOOO!</em>»</strong><br><br>But by then, it was too late.<br><br>She wrapped her arms <em>tightly</em> around Biscuit’s torso, gripping his T-shirt with white knuckles. Her body pressed tightly against his back, thighs clamped around his waist. So tightly and desperately was she gripping him, that if he had stood up and walked away, he would have carried her on his back like a backpack – he would have probably needed a crowbar to pry her loose.<br><br>For the first few moments, her eyes were squeezed shut and she was trembling, honestly terrified by the roar of the engine just beneath her, and the fear of toppling over sideways – or of simply falling off the back. But after the first few turns, she finally recovered enough sanity to realize that falling over could hardly be likely, and she grew accustomed to the scary sensation of leaning from one side to the other. Slowly she relaxed her death grip on Biscuit, and soon very cautiously lifted her head to peek over his shoulder. The sensation of the wind blowing in her face, blowing her hair back, was <em>exhilarating</em>. The feeling of the powerful engine rumbling between her legs was <em>thrilling</em>. Finally, she lifted her head enough to close her eyes and let the wind just wash over her face, then she threw her head back and whooped.<br><br><strong>“<em>Ya-hoooo!</em>”</strong><br><br>She let the breeze wash over her like the stream from a shower head, even opening her mouth wide to drink in the cool night air. (Luckily, this wasn’t the time of year where many bugs were around.)<br><br>She even eventually found the courage to release Biscuit with one arm, first to reach back to brush the hair out of her eyes and mouth, then to pump a fist in the air and whoop again.<br><br>By the time they reached the school, she was not only quite comfortable riding with Biscuit, she was flushed with excitement. She dismounted awkwardly, with shaky legs, and stumbled for a few steps like a sailor who hadn’t been ashore in ages. Her heart was racing, her eyes shining, her breath came out in pants. She had to stop for a moment and lean forward, hands on her knees, just to compose herself.<br><br><strong>“Incredible!”</strong> she gasped between breaths. <strong>“Incredible! That was so much fun!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 15:35:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef Bowl Shop.<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br><strong>Note:</strong> finishing up the meal, and preparing to go back to school. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Many may have found Natsuki's trepidation to mount the rumbling motorcycle quite humorous, Biscuit simply found it even more adorable. He would keep that disarming smile, and gave Natsuki all the time she needed to summon up the courage to throw her leg over the bike. Particularly after the first attempt brought up a point that Biscuit overlooked, Natsuki's short skirt. Had she completed the maneuver, who knows how many bystanders would have gotten a glimpse of the preferred style of undergarment she likes to wear. After several attempts at different seating positions, and mounting techniques. Natsuki resorted to the tried, and true method of diverting attention. The ole "What's that!?" trick. Biscuit had a feeling she would use it, and played along as he turned his head towards the direction she was indicating while at the same time bracing his leg for what he knew was coming. <br><br>Turning back, he saw that she was situated as best as she felt she could get upon his pillion pad. the Leather cradling her bottom protectively while the bike continued to rumble underneath her.&nbsp; He waited for her to grab hold of either him, or at least his shirt. When he felt her grab hold of his shirt until he revved the engine, and suddenly grabbed him tightly. Causing Biscuit to let out an "oof" by how tightly she grabbed him. He could feel her pressed against his back, her face hidden behind his shoulders. While the soft pressure of her mounds was very nice, he could also feel how utterly terrified she was, and it only intensified when he pulled out onto the street. Her voice of protest swallowed by the roar of the accelerating Shovelhead. <br><br>When Biscuit had first started to learn how to ride a bike, so many people gave him "Advice" on how to take a girl on their first ride. Basically it all amounted to scaring the living shit out of her so she'll hold on tighter. However this seemed a bit counter productive as he figured the objective was to have the girl want to go on more than just that one ride. That, and when she holds on, he figured it would be nicer for her to hold on because she wants to, not because she feels that if she didn't she was going to be eating asphalt. Besides, in the small town he was from, it was only a matter of time before word got around and no woman would want to ride with you. <br><br>So as Biscuit navigated the city streets back towards the school he was going at a relatively sedate pace, hoping to keep the fear that Natsuki was feeling minimal until she learned that he wasn't going to drop her, nor the bike was going to throw her. At one point, Biscuit brought back his left hand, and placed it on Natsuki's. Giving her hand a reassuring pat. As if to say, non-verbally, <em>It is okay. I won't let anything happen.</em>. It would be shortly after that that Biscuit could feel Natsuki's death grip starting to slacken a bit as her head rose up just high enough that she could peek over his broad shoulder. Biscuit smiled as it appeared that Natsuki was starting to enjoy the ride. Even so far as she let out a whoop of excitement. <br><br>As the two reached the edge of the city to take that last road up to the Academy, Biscuit decided to open up the bike a bit more for Natsuki as she seemed far more confident than before. Granted, he wasn't going to do anything dangerous, or scary. But show her how fun riding a bike could be. Biscuit rolled on the throttle, and the low end torque of the V-twin pulled the bike, and its two occupants along easily, seemingly excitedly. The wind welcoming the two into its domain as Biscuit dove the bike into the turns, just barely keeping from scraping his floor boards. The excited whooping from Natsuki emboldening him to try, and coax more excitement from the girl. <br><br>Though with all good things, this too had to end eventually as Biscuit entered the campus, and putted around the school towards the women's dorms. They were relatively easy to spot as there was a sign that specifically mentions the different dorms. The last few meters, Biscuit let the bike coast as he pulled in the clutch, and applied the brakes. Bring the bike to a stop directly in front of the main entrance. A couple of Natsuki's classmates that were hanging out in the lobby heard, and saw the bike roll up. Biscuit put down the jiffy stand, and eased the bike down upon it so that Natsuki could slide off. Though as she started to stumble, he reached out a hand to try and steady her so she didn't fall. "Easy now." He chuckled as she bent over, panting. Biscuit slipped off the bike and opened the saddle bag to gather Natsuki's shopping. He would slip her money down into the bag where she most assuredly find it when she unpacked the bags in her room. <br><br>Approaching Natsuki once more, he offered her her bags back, and smiled. "I'm glad you had so much fun. I did as well. I'm happy I met you tonight, Natsuki. Hopefully we can ride together again sometime." He said with a beaming smile. "Also if you need any help, or an ear to bend. You can always come find me." he said warmly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 02:24:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the girls' dorm<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day, night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki finally managed to stand up <em>mostly</em> straight, though her legs were still a little wobbly. She accepted her bags from Biscuit. <strong>“Ah, thank you!”</strong><br><br><strong>“Yes, of course!”</strong> Natsuki said. Her face was still flushed, and she was still breathing heavily, her heart racing. <strong>“I would <em>love</em> to do that again sometime. You know where to find me, too. So feel free to call me up anytime.”</strong><br><br>She bowed, but it was not easy with her legs still so wobbly. <strong>“Later!”</strong> she said, turning and heading into the dorm.<br><br>Later that evening, Natsuki did find the cash in her bag, though she had no clue how it got there. It never occurred to her that Biscuit might have paid for her meal after she left, and it made no sense for him to just drop cash in her bag for no reason. The most she could figure was that the drug store clerk had simply miscalculated her change, and for some strange reason put it in her bag. It ended up being a mystery that Natsuki never solved.<br><br><hr><br>Unfortunately for Natsuki, she gave herself a bit of a reputation that day. What else could one expect? She strolled into the girls’ dorm with a grin like the cat that just ate the canary, hair wild and messy, face flushed and eyes shining, walking awkwardly with the insides of her thighs red and raw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 14:46:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beef Bowl Shop.<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Dropping off a friend, saying Good night. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"You're welcome." Biscuit replied as Natsuki thanked him, and took the bags back from him. He smiled as Natsuki was eager to go riding again, and stated that he could call her up anytime. Biscuit would chuckle at that. "Be careful what you say. I've been know to take late night runs in the dead of night so I can see the stars." He explained with a cheeky smile. When she bowed, and told him "Later", he gave a bow in return. "Good morning!" He replied in a cheery fashion, missing "good Night" for Good Morning. <br><br>Biscuit would remain outside until he was sure that Natsuki was safetly inside her dorm complex, and out of sight before throwing his leg over his bike, and puttering off around the bend to the Male's dorm. There, he parked, and locked up his bike by the main entrance and entered the dorm to call it a night. <br><br>Though, like Natsuki, Biscuit also seemed to acquire a "Reputation" as for the next several days, he would notice getting some rather odd looks from some of the girls in the school. Some where rather heated looks of disgust. Others blushing furiously, and even some that were giving him hungry appraising looks that had him all confused. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 09:23:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Taro03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Taro Ikeda (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257738.msg12730054#msg12730054)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus stop in front of the school<br><strong>Time:</strong> A few days into the new school year; Afternoon<br><strong>With:</strong> Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black shoes and pants, white shirt, light-gray hooded sweater, carrying a black and gray backpack<br><hr>After classes and his weekly kendo session, Taro had left his school uniform's jacket in a gym locker and replaced it with a hooded gray sweater. It was a departure from his regular schedule that would see him hit the library till supper time, to do some homework before eating. He almost never changed his usual daily habits, but today he wanted to take some time to head into the city center and just window shop for a bit. He had promised Shizuma to take her shopping one day soon, but he did most of his own shopping close to his apartment. While familiar with some stores in the city, he would be a better tourist guide if he refreshed his memory first, and perhaps paid a little attention to shops that sold women's clothing.<br><br>As he left the school and walked the few meters to the bus stop, the major flaw in that plan dawned on him, that being that he had no clue whatsoever what sorts of clothes Shizuma needed or would want to buy. But now that he made up his mind, Taro just sighed softly and decided to go through with his original plan. He had the time to spare on a little browsing, and getting the lay of the land again really couldn't hurt. Some of the smaller shops in the city seemed to change completely every few months, businesses coming and going frequently in some districts.<br><br>He cast a critical look at the sky, then a glance at his running watch. While overcast, the sky didn't look much like rain, and the bus would arrive any minute now. He dug into his wallet, and extracted the green ID card that doubled as a bus pass. The wallet went back into his bag, the card he slipped into a sweater pocket for ready access. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>26-12-2016, 23:38:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1T1AhxZ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> School parking lot<br><strong>With:</strong> Benjamin Stewart<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, after classes<br><hr><br>Classes had ended, sun was still high on the sky. Groups had already started to form, though, as expected, there were still signs of segregation if you looked deeply enough. As expected to be fair, however, it was not nearly as bad as Amaya had first expected it to be. She assumed the grown-ups were a bit more aggressive on the segregation, whilst the younger generation didn't mind so much. All the better most likely.<br><br>However, Amaya had yet to find her closed group. She had her doubts she'd find one either, she enjoyed where she was at. She didn't feel like anyone disliked her, and that was really the most important part of it all, friends could be made later, not to mention she could cherry-pick, she'd never been much one for groups anyways.<br><br>Granted, the primary reason she had yet to group up with anyone as of yet, was because of what she was overlooking. Placed on a bench with grand view of the parking lot, she sat with one leg crossed over the other, creating an unstable laptop-table, ideal for the occasional chittering on the keyboard between the countless finger-gestures to flip through pages and scrolling through them. Whilst she'd ended the last night on a sour tone, Amaya did not let it phase her very deeply, she quickly got back on her feet, as per usual. She'd always been that way, and she predicted she'd maintain her way of life for a good while. There was nothing good with staying down anyways, it wasn't like it led to anything good. Perhaps for those who romanticized pity, but she wasn't one of them, at least not for herself.<br><br>No, between the views on the modestly lit screen in her lap, her eyes darted up to a metallic beauty mixed between disgusting low-performance Japanese moving boxes, better known as the ever familiar Japanese family car. Looked hideous, went from zero to a 100 in a couple hours, and sounded like a coffee kettle. However, between those, she'd noticed it yesterday, was something far more interesting. Chrome shine was what had first attracted her attention to the motorcycle pitted between the hideous examples of automotive engineering taking leaps in reverse.<br><br>She'd first noticed it the day before, though after sticking around for a small while, the owner hadn't shown up, so she'd decided to show up the day after, hence why she was currently waiting. Whilst she had no plans of sticking around for the rest of the day - for all she knew, it could belong to someone in the dorms - she was wiling to sit around for as long as it took for her to get throughly bored, too bored to find out who the bike belonged to.<br><br>Not that she was forced to wait for long however. A small half hour after she'd sat out, a figure approached the bike. It was eye-drawing enough to make her shut the laptop and stuff it into the bag laying beside her before throwing it up on her shoulder so she could catch the cyclist before he made his escape. Whilst she had hoped it would be a tall attractive lady, she'd take it, beggars couldn't be choosers, or however the saying went.<br><br>Her attire swung around slightly with each step. She was certain her sneakers were pulling on the back lining of her loose jeans, though it didn't bother her much. A blue and red flannel was swinging around her waist, meeting a white T-shirt hanging perhaps a tiny bit too low over her well-sized breast, over which again a simple black jacket, left open with the sleeves slightly pulled up, swung around, only tied down by the brown leather bag she kept her laptop in.<br><br><strong>"Hey, you there!"</strong> Amaya called out, jogging across the parking lot. Despite being some range to cover, she didn't seem moderately phased by it. She stood fairly tall for her nationality, only shorter than the western figure in front of her by a few inches. Her eyes shone with confidence, as did the modest smile on her lips.<br><br><strong>"Your bike?"</strong> She asked, without showing the consideration to wait for an answer as she slowly circled around it, studying it. She was quite certain it had to be his, after all, American made bikes were hard to come by in Japan, and he looked like the kind of person who liked engines and all that came with it. <strong>"It's nice, I quite like it, not Japanese but I can forgive that. You're a foreigner, no? America I presume?"</strong> Perhaps a bit preemptive, though she figured the same nationalism that went into brand pickings likely applied to wherever the foreigner was from, which would make America the first guess. <br><br><strong>"Oh, I guess I should introduce myself, just call me Amaya, I don't care much for honorifics and all that stuff. It's a nice bike, I hope you don't mind me barging in on you, it's just fun to see something a bit different from mopeds and minivans"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 00:48:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natsuki (m), Ryuuji (m), Natsume (m), Akiyama, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>School finally ended, and for Biscuit it didn't come too soon. It was tiring being in a new school, but in a new school in a completely new country was exhausting. To make matters worse, his uniform shirt were a bit tight around the neck. He'll have to figure something out with that later. He did see some familiar faces over the course of the day so that was good. He saw Natsuki, He gave her a smile and wave. Greeting her warmly. He would also see Ryuuji, and shared a fist bump with him during the Lunch Period. Biscuit also saw Natsume, he worried about her since she had her episode the previous day. He only hoped she was doing better now. <br><br>Once the Students were dismissed to leave to either attend their clubs, or do whatever, Ben made his way back to the male dorms to change out of that choking uniform. Donning a pair of jeans, his favorite boots, a t-shirt. and his cap. He decided to do some work on his bike. He ran her hard yesterday, and didn't really do anything afterwards. Not a good way to keep an old Shovel running. So this afternoon he'll have to give Melissa a good look over. <br><br>Making his way down to the parking lot, Biscuit was carrying a medium sized tool bag with all the normal tools he uses to maintain his bike. Threading his way through the parking lot, he was unaware that someone was waiting on him, or watching him. As he approached the dull red bike resting on her jiffystand, he smiled. Seeing his baby girl always made him smile. Remembering warm sunny days running on back roads around his home in South Carolina, or dipping north across the state Line into North Carolina. A part of him wished he was back on those familiar sunny roads. Yet, he had to remain positive. there had to be wonderful roads here in Japan for him to explore. And with the inclusion of Natsuki's interest in riding, he may have someone that would like to go with him to try, and find these roads. <br><br>Ben would set the tool bag on the seat as he unzipped the top before he heard someone call out. He wasn't sure if it was to him, or someone else so he staightened up and began to look around him to see&nbsp; who it was. Only to see a blonde Bombshell trotting over his way, or at least he thought it was his way. He quickly looked around for someone else in the vicinity that would warrant this beautiful girl's attention other than him. "Uh...me?" He asked while pointing at himself as she slowed to a walk, and asked if the red Shovel was his bike. She prowled around the bike with an appraising eye seemingly more interested in the bike than whatever answer he could give her. Biscuit's own eyes doing a bit of appraising as well. Nothing overt, more just glancing than anything else. This young woman was certainly beautiful. There were a lot of beautiful girls here. Though the question was, what had her interested in coming all the way over here. From the looks of it, it was his bike.&nbsp; <br><br>She quickly began to speak. Telling him it was a nice bike, even if it wasn't Japanese. Though she was sure to declare that she forgave him for that trespass. Causing Ben to quirk an eyebrow and smirk at the young woman. Some may have been offended by such an attitude, but Biscuit found it more amusing. Sure, if one took that attitude too far, it can be problematic. However, there was nothing wrong with a little rivalry, so long as it is kept friendly. "Yeah, she is mine. Her name is <em>Melissa</em>. Thanks for the compliment. I worked hard to get her looking this good. Though I still have a long way to go." He explained before she asked if he was an American. He gave a cursory glance over his outfit, and gave her a cheeky grin in return. "Was it the outfit that gave it away?" He teased. <br><br>The Girl would introduce herself as Amaya, and told him again that Melissa was a nice bike. She also asked that he forgive her for barging in but it was nice to see something different. "Not a all. I don't mind in the least. It is nice to see someone that appreciates machinery." Biscuit stated. "I'm Ben Stuart, but everyone calls me "Biscuit". Nice to meet you, Amaya." He stated with a warm, friendly tone before opening his tool bag. "I had to ride her pretty hard yesterday to get to here. Even though I completely missed the first day." He stated before pulling out a set of "L" Hex Keys. "I Hope you don't mind that I work while we talk. I need to look over Melissa." He explained. <br><br>Biscuit knelt down, and pulled the dipstick to check the oil, normally this is done while the bike was hot. However, Biscuit didn't want to run the bike just to get it hot. That was a good way to drain the battery. So he simply factored the cold temperature. "So you like Bikes?" Biscuit asked as he checked the level, and found it was a little down from yesterday. Nothing worrying, But if he takes her for a run today he'll have to check the oil and set the level. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 18:30:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1T1AhxZ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> School parking lot<br><strong>With:</strong> Benjamin Stewart<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, after classes<br><hr><br><strong>"Nah, not so much the outfit"</strong>&nbsp;Amaya replied casually. <strong>"Western bikes are rare to come by around here since it costs so much to import compared to selling, even scrapping your old bike and buying a new one once you've landed. Motorcycles, even new ones, are relatively cheap here, so only the silliest people bring with them their bikes"</strong><br><br>She took a small break from talking, before resuming. <strong>"And you have a Carolina plate"</strong> She said with a smug smile. <strong>"That was kind of the obvious one"</strong><br><br>She let him start unpacking his tools while presenting himself. Whilst he did so, she squatted down on the opposite side of the bike, gazing into the exposed engine block. <strong>"I'll stick with Ben I think. And don't worry about it, I didn't intend to stop you from whatever you were planning to do"</strong> Admittedly, maintenance was a bit of a gray area for her. She'd likely end up paying someone to do it once she finally got herself a pair of wheels, not because she thought she'd be incapable of doing it herself, but merely because she didn't have any interest in it.<br><br><strong>"Indeed I do, this kind of bike is probably my favorite. Open engine, and a slightly more upright sitting position. I'm not too fond of racing bikes, crotch rockets or whatever other names you have for it, I feel like something like this is a bit more fun. Granted, a bike is a bike, I'm not going to disrespect someone for their choice of bike, be it design or country of origin"</strong><br><br>She stood back for a bit to let Ben finish up the oil check. Even she knew what it was, there were limits to how oblivious even she was on it, such a basic task even she could wrap her head around.<br><br><strong>"I've been meaning to get a bike of my own, I've just not gotten around to it yet"</strong>&nbsp;She proceeded to fish her laptop out of her bag, opening it up and bringing back up the dealer page she'd had a peek at earlier. 2005-model Yamaha, a V-max to be more specific. While not ideal for Japanese roads, it didn't bother Amaya much, she'd more or less made up her mind. It was the 1200cc, 140bhp edition, naturally, perhaps a bit ambiguous for a relatively fresh driver but she wasn't worried much, she had her ability to back her up should it prove to be a challenge. <strong>"And before you say anything, yes, a bit overkill, but it's a fun bike, I tried one out after I got my license, was a lot of fun, so I've more or less made up my mind already"</strong> Of course, it was an obnoxious bike. It was overkill, it turned like a truck and the brakes were so-so, but it didn't bother her much, if any.<br><br><strong>"Plus, can't think of anything much sexier than a loud and obnoxious motorcycle"</strong> She said with a small laugh before closing up the laptop again and tucking it back in her bag. <strong>"What brought you to Japan by the way? You one of those basement-guys that love Asian girls to death and decided to take a year here because of it? ...That became a bit blunt, sorry, didn't mean it like that, I'm just curious... And spoke before thinking"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 19:19:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiyama, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit listened as Amaya explained that it wasn't his outfit so much as the fact that he had a western bike with him. That mostly the cost of bringing one over was so outrageous that most people would simply leave it behind to get a new bike here. That only the "Silliest" of people would actually bring their bikes. "I see, well then I guess you can chalk me up to one of those "Silly" People.&nbsp; " He replied warmly without a hint of offense. Course, the fact that she told him he had a carolina License plate being a dead giveaway, Biscuit nodded. "Yup, I suppose it would, wouldn't it?" He mused. <br><br>Ben didn't really take notice of her squatting down, He was more focused on pulling out the correct tools for what he was about to do. Most other males would have probably tried to use the height difference to try and steal a peak down the front of her shirt. Though as Amaya answered his question about liking bikes, he looked up into her eyes a moment as she explained that she liked the style of bikes that had open exposed engines, and a more upright seating position. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of Rice Rockets either. Puts too much strain in my wrists, and lower back. Nothing wrong with them, just not my cup-o-tea." He replied. <br><br>From the engine Oil, Biscuit took one of the "L" keys, and broke the transmission dipstick loose. Setting the key to the side, he grabbed the Handle bar, and pulled the bike upright as you had to check the trans fluid with the bike upright. While balancing the bike up with one hand, he pulled the dipstick out with the other. Wiping the stick on his thigh, he then set it back in the transmission, rest the sit on the threads. A second later, he pulled the stick out again. He looked at the level, and nodded. It was good. No leaks so far. He even inspected the color, and see if there was any excessive metal shavings. He just changed the oil before coming over to Japan so it was still pretty clear, and golden in color. Once he replaced the stick, he eased the bike back on its jiffy stand before threading the dipstick back into the transmission's trapdoor housing. <br><br>It was about this time that Amaya mentioned how she's been meaning to get a bike, just not gotten around to it yet. To which she fished out her laptop from her bag to show him. Biscuit stood up, and came around the bike. An oily rag from his saddle bag used to clean his hands. She would show him an 05 Vmax. Biscuit looked at the bike, and let out an appraising whistle. his eyes flicked over to her as she mentioned about how she knew it was overkill, and obnoxious but she liked it, and pretty much made up her mind. "I wasn't going to say anything like that. To each their own. She's a beaut. Vmaxs are pretty cool bikes. The Soldiers around the Military base in Fayetteville liked to ride around on those cause they were really torquey. Often they would go out and find empty roads to do impromptu drag races on." He stated as he slipped the rag back into his pocket. <br><br>He would share Ayama's laugh at her statement about how there was nothing sexier than a loud obnoxious bike when she closed her laptop, and slipped back it back into her bag. Amaya would then ask what brought Biscuit to Japan. Musing on if he was one of those basement dwellers that spent all their time online drooling over Japanese grevuer models and thinking that Japan was this paradise of available women that would look past their pasty white skin, obese belly, and utter lack of drive and confidence. Though she appeared to realize how such a statement could be taken and quickly apologized. Though Biscuit simply waved it off. "Nah, I can see how you can come to that conclusion. I'm not exactly the textbook example of a Foreign Exchange student I suppose. " He stated as he leaned against his bike, and crossed his arms to think of an honest answer. "I guess I would have to say "Adventure".". He started. "Don't get me wrong, Japanese girls are quite beautiful. Ran across two yesterday that I'm sure would have been quite popular in my old school. However, I wanted to get out of my small town, and didn't think I could do it after High school." He admitted. "And I wanted to check out the roads." He added with a cheeky grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 02:43:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1T1AhxZ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> School parking lot<br><strong>With:</strong> Benjamin Stewart<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, after classes<br><hr><br>While the term rice rocket was a bit of a stranger to Amaya, she connected it to the more local term crotch-rocket, and figured it just meant lightweight racing bikes of Asian heritage. For her, it was a broader term, reaching over all brands following the same "formula", though why bother nitpicking. <strong>"I'll admit it's more so the visual aspect of it for me, I just like how it looks more"</strong>&nbsp;She said as she got back up and stepped around to better see what Ben was doing, though she kept a good enough distance to avoid interrupting him, and to avoid any liquids spilling on to her clothes, within reason anyway.<br><br><strong>"I dunno, while their practicality for races is understandable, aerodynamics and all that taken to mind, for casual commoner-use, it just looks a bit childish, like a "I want to go super-fast!" call from a kid. From the few I've tried, there's nothing practical about them other than handling, fuel-economy I guess but who cares about that. Just having to give up saddle-bags is bad enough on its own"</strong> While there surely were options for it, saddle bags rarely sat well on stereotype racing bikes, nor did it tend to look very good, so it was enough to disregard it completely, in her eyes anyways.<br><br>With no idea of where on the globe Fayetteville was (Granted she figured it was in Carolina, not that it told her much), Amaya strayed from responding and let the conversation float on to Ben explaining his reasons for coming to Japan, luckily not seeming to have taken offense to her thoughtless comments. <br><br><strong>"Well, never too early for doing something new, no?"</strong>&nbsp;She said with a smug smile.<br><br><strong>"The world isn't going to wait around for you to get ready to go out and experience it, no reason to wait for decades to pull the strings it takes to experience it. The sooner you take the step it takes to look at it, the sooner you can get hooked and desire more and more of it"</strong>, she finished with, stretching her arms over her head, leading her shirt to lift a small inch, exposing a tiny bit of skin. <strong>"All good with your bike by the way? All up and running?"</strong><br><br>She felt a vibration against her right hand thigh and quickly reached down to pull out her phone to check what it was, not because the conversation was boring her to any extent, but merely because she knew she'd forget about it later if she didn't. Much like the laptop, rather new model phone. It turned out to be nothing so she stuffed it back down as quickly as it had been pulled out, tracing it with a small apology for having taken the attention of the conversation on a ride.<br><br><strong>"Oh, and are you planning on joining any clubs by the way? I'll stick to the going-home-club myself, at least that's my plan, but as an exchange student, you'd probably benefit from joining a club, really good for the social stuff, not that I would know, but that's what they say at least"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 04:44:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiyama, Natsuki (m), Natsume (m), Ryuuji (m),Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit nodded as Akiyama, and him discussed what it was about the "Super Bike" Design that they didn't like. He agreed that always did seem to want more than their share of attention. Usually those that rode Super Bikes usually had equally flashy&nbsp; Clothes, and accessories to match. Course there were always exceptions to the stereotypes, but that was not the point of discussion. "Yeah, I like having saddlebags. I got me a first aid kit, some tools, and a rain suit stashed in my Saddlebags. Been caught in a summer down pour enough times to learn to at least put a rain suit in the saddle bag. Riding when you're completely drenched to the bone may sound romantic, but it sucks. Add to that, I simply don't have the figure to pull it off." He said before striking a "Sexy Pose". Showing that he was comfortable enough with himself to make fun of himself. <br><br>Her response to his reason for coming to Japan had Biscuit thinking a moment before she continued. Though as she continued, he had to give a wistful smile. She was a real go-getter, and he really respected that. "I wish it was that easy. For some, it can be quite difficult." He explained. "To be honest, I thought I was never going to be picked. there were so many more qualified candidates from my school. So I was quite surprised, happily so, to be selected. Hopefully I don't make a fool out of myself. So far, I've not made any overly dramatic mistakes. Biscuit chuckled quietly, his mind already telling him to Knock on some wood otherwise he would do something. Though chuckling distracting him from the bit of skin that Amaya was displaying. <br><br>When Amaya asked if his bike was up, and running. Biscuit smiled and nodded happily. "Yes! She is." he announced. "I had to ride her pretty hard yesterday, 600 miles from the port where she was mistakenly dropped off at. That is why I completely missed the first day of school. I got here just after School let out.." He explained with a remorseful sigh. Reminding himself that he missed yesterday, and had to ensure that run in with Morioka. A experience he was not looking to repeat for any reason. "Though it wasn't all that bad. I meet Ryuuji, The Lightning Emperor. Though I call him "Spark Plug" I think it is a better name. Then a met Natsume, she seems like a nice girl. Last night at Dinner, I met Natsuki and gave her a lift on the bike back to the dorms. She really seemed to enjoy the experience. Hopefully I made a couple of friends." Biscuit said happily, hope of having some acquaintances clearly evident. <br><br>Though as Biscuit noticed that Amaya pulled her phone to check it, he stopped talking in cause she had to answer a important call. after a second she replaced the phone and apologized. "That is okay. I understand it could have been something important." He stated before she asked if there was any clubs he was eyeing. Biscuit shook his head. "Not sure to be honest. didn't really get a chance to scope out any clubs yesterday. I was both too tired from the ride to really care. Add to that, being chewed out by that teacher, Morioka, wasn't making my mood any better. Then Natsume gotten ill and I helped her, along with another student named Saya, to the nurses office." He explained. "Not sure if there would be a club that would interest me really. Unless there was a motor club or something with people that liked to ride around on Bikes and stuff, but I think that is asking a bit much. But Who knows." He joked "I could have checked them out today I suppose, but I really needed to ensure that I didn't over do it yesterday with Melissa. She is over 30 years old, practically ancient by motor vehicle standards. I think in a couple more years, I can register as a "Classic Vehicle". " He explained. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 02:47:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> School parking lot<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Amaya, Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki strolled toward the bus terminal with a bored glumness, hands in her blazer pockets, shades of a pout on her face. Her first day of classes had been somewhat duller than expected – mostly just introductions and outlines of the courses. The classes that did start real teaching underwhelmed her, which was hardly a surprise. Natsuki had always been a bright student by default, and the years in Level 3 had put her well ahead of her peers – there wasn’t much else to do in L3 confinement other than reading, and the reading material was fairly limited to mostly educational stuff.<br><br>But perhaps the main thing bringing Natsuki down was the complete lack of any personality in her uniform. She was dressed, perfectly and correctly, in the school’s uniform – exactly as laid out in the handbook – as if she were a school-approved model for other students. Just from looking at her, one couldn’t be blamed for thinking she was a goody-two-shoes, teacher’s pet type. It felt stifling to be so conformist; she felt like a drone. It wasn’t by choice, of course – the uniform and its (school-approved) accessories were literally all she owned, other than a few items from the institution… and she wasn’t walking around school wearing <em>those</em>. Yesterday’s clothes-shopping attempt had failed because the club rush took too long, so she’d have to get some things today.<br><br>As she passed the parking lot, she caught sight of Biscuit, talking to a blonde girl she hadn’t seen before. The first thought that went through her mind was: <em>Smooth work there, big guy!</em> But then it occurred to her that he might be on his way into town, too. She knew he hadn’t been able to get much done yesterday either – for different reasons, of course – so perhaps he was on his way to do some shopping, too. In that case, it wouldn’t be taking advantage of his friendship to hitch a ride, would it?<br><br>She wavered for a moment about butting in, but it seemed the conversation was focused on the bike – or at least, so it seemed from the girl’s body language. It wouldn’t hurt to say hi while passing by, and if her presence seemed unwanted, she could always just keep passing by and leave them to it.<br><br>So she strolled over to where Biscuit and the girl were, approaching with her best attempt at a friendly smile – though despite hours of practising in a mirror, she knew she could never quite get the edge off it, and despite her best efforts at looking ‘normal’ she would always give away the impression of someone wary of hunters – and a casual wave. <strong>“Yo, Biscuit-san!”</strong> she said, still mangling his name as something more like ‘bi-su-ki-to’. And then she tried some even more mangled English: <strong>«My fu-rendo! What is up my home-doggy? Keeping it rea-ree! Exce-rent!»</strong><br><br>Natsuki was way ahead of her peers in most of her classes. Unfortunately. English was not one of those classes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 14:29:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1T1AhxZ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> School parking lot<br><strong>With:</strong> Benjamin Stewart, Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, after classes<br><hr><br><strong>"Well, if you weren't the most qualified, then I guess it was just fate"</strong> Amaya said in return, a comfortable smile on her lips. <strong>"Never know what tomorrow has to know for a reason, the suspense is what makes it exciting to get out of bed in the morning"</strong> She stated confidently.<br><br>She was happy she had taken the time to wait for Ben to show up. She was liking the guy. He seemed to have some level of self awareness and wasn't worried to joke around about himself and his more eye-drawing shortcoming, it showed a level of comfort that she could appreciate. Plus, he liked motorcycles, but that had kind of been a given. Overall, he seemed like a nice guy, and she'd happily chat with him again.<br><br><strong>"Lightning emperor? Sounds a bit pretentious, no?"</strong> Amaya said with a small laugh, seemingly not too phased by it. <strong>"As long as he's nice, I'm sure it's fine, but be somewhat on guard, not all of us weirdos are correctly put together - Oh, that reminds me"</strong> Amaya scrambled through her bag until she finally found a notebook. She found a page she'd only half-finished on each side, and ripped out a piece of it, proceeding to overlap it with the notepad itself and scribbling down her phone number. <strong>"Here you go, I like you, so if you get into trouble, give me a call, I'll bail you out"</strong> She said with a joking grin, holding out the piece of paper. <strong>"I fall into the weirdo category as well, granted my magic tricks aren't as fancy as what I'd imagine the "Lightning emperor" would have"</strong><br><br>It was fairly clear from the way she spoke of it that she didn't hold the title in any particular high regard, which was ultimately true, she didn't. Perhaps it as because of how close she already was with the system, but it just seemed like some act of overcompensation to her. Most powers were in essence useless from what she'd seen, and those who had the more "useful" ones rarely liked to be recognized for it since it normally caused them more grief than joy. "Cool" names for powers were just like a medal worn on the chest minus the value, since there was no good way to employ the powers and the public, as well as a number of abnormals, just wanted them out of the world.<br><br><strong>"Anyways, I should probably get goi-"</strong><br><br>Her sentence was interrupted by someone approaching them, shouting around in awful English, it was enough to tempt Amaya to laugh, but she held back her tones to have a look at who it was. So she turned over to have a peek, and surely, it was a woman, quite the beauty too.<br><br><strong>"My my, you said she'd be popular where you were from, but I didn't expect your lady-friend to be this lovely"</strong> Amaya said, turning her attention towards the recent addition to the conversation.<br><br><strong>"I was getting ready to make my leave, but I always have a moment to spare for a beautiful lady"</strong> She'd been leaned up to a parked van, but pushed off and elegantly crossed the distance between them until she was well within the commoner's comfort zone. <strong>"And what a beautiful lady you are"</strong><br><br>Her eyes were easy enough to look through, but even without them, the lust was written all over her face. <strong>"Sadly, I've already announced my leave, but we surely will meet again, I'll happily take you out for a few drinks sometimes, sooner rather than later. Give me a call, I just gave Ben my number, he can surely pass it on"</strong><br><br>And with that, she stepped back out to a "comfortable" range, stepping out on the field behind the bike, planning to cross it to get back towards the dorms.<br><br><strong>"My name is Amaya by the way, I almost forgot, but call me anything you want as long as you call me up sometime"</strong> With a final wave to the both of them, she turned around to cross the field to the dorms, hips swaying graciously with each step, making the flannel around her waist fly around with each step. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 15:51:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiyama, Natsuki, Ryuuji (m), Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit chuckled as Amaya called out Ryuuji's nickname by proxy. "Yeah, I thought the same thing. That is why I call him "Spark Plug"." Biscuit reiterated. "But he seems like a nice guy. Even showed me around a bit yesterday after I showed up. He didn't have to mind ya." He added before Amaya told him to be on his guard, and that not all the weirdos are put together correctly before she seemed to remember something and pulled out her notebook. A moment later, she was handing Biscuit her phone number, telling him to she liked him so if he got into trouble to give her a call, and she'll help him out. "No worries, I find that I like the Weirdos. They're more fun to be around than "Normal" People. Course, I don't think I can say I'm any less weird. As you put it, a normal person would not have dragged their motorcycle half way around the world." He laughed and gave Amaya a friendly smile as he accepted the phone number.&nbsp; <br><br>Amaya was about to say her goodbyes and let Biscuit finish up his work when a Adorably familiar voice called out to him in bad Engrish. Biscuit had a beaming smile spread across his lips as he knew exactly who that was. Turning he saw that he was indeed correct. Natsuki was trotting up to them waving. Biscuit smiled, and waved back at her, motioning for her to come over. "Good evening Natsuki." He called back to her, flubbing the greeting. As she approached he held his hand out to shake Natsuki's in greeting. Normally he would have given female friends hugs, but since he was still new here, he wasn't sure if that was appropriate since he, and Natsuki just meet the previous night. "How are you doing? Having a good day?" He asked. He hoped her day was going better than it was last night. <br><br>Though it would appear that Natsuki's beauty wasn't just recognized by him, but also by Amaya as well. "Yeah, what can I say? I have a gift for understatement." he joked as Amaya mentioned about how lovely Natsuki was. The other girl would approach, and even Biscuit could feel the sexual tension rising up in Amaya. Oh, so she was that kind of girl! Makes a little more sense now that she would be approaching him with a legitimate interest in his motorcycle. He watched as Amaya started to flirt with Natsuki, acting a lot like those "Pretty Boys" He seen around school, even his old one. Though Amaya didn't seem that have that Arrogant vibe to her pick up lines that normally rankled Biscuit. It seemed more playful than anything else. That, and it was kinda hot to see a pretty girl flirting with another. <br><br>Biscuit just shook his head with amused grin as Amaya had to leave, telling Natsuki to give her a call some time. Biscuit waved to the blonde as she ran across the field towards the dorms. "She seems nice, I suppose. Likes motorcycles so she can't be all bad." Biscuit stated before he began to gather up his tools, regarding Natsuki. "So what can I help you with today?" He asked as he opened the saddlebag to set the tool pouch in. THe question asked with a friendly tone of a person willing to help a friend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 01:12:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> School parking lot<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Amaya, Biscuit<br><br>Had Biscuit moved for a hug, Natsuki would have simply accepted it much like she had the handshake from the night before – as something cool and foreign – and in all likelihood with just as much ineptness. That ineptness was once again very much on display as she grinned brightly at the sight of Biscuit’s outstretched hand, and shook it just as awkwardly as she had before, almost as if she were pumping his arm for prizes as she spoke: <strong>“I’m fine! How’re things with you?”</strong><br><br>But her attention was almost wholly pulled away by Amaya’s approach. At first she turned casually, hands in her blazer pockets, to greet the woman. But when Amaya got… <em>very</em> close… it caught Natsuki by surprise. She didn’t shy away in the least – it was not in her nature to show fear or weakness, thanks to her rough upbringing – but she did blink with curiosity and surprise at the woman.<br><br>That faded quickly, as she rapidly clued in to what was on Amaya’s mind. A smile spread across her lips, but unfortunately, a hint of blush managed to colour her cheeks before she could control of herself.<br><br>She looked Amaya over with every bit as much interest… and undisguised lust… as Amaya looked <em>her</em> over. <strong>“From what I can see,”</strong> she said, with a playful smile and a soft voice, <strong>“Biscuit-san seems to have many very beautiful ladies as friends.”</strong><br><br>It wasn’t until Amaya stepped back that the almost electric connection between them was broken enough for Natsuki to belatedly realize she’d lost track of time momentarily while gazing into Amaya’s eyes. Natsuki blinked and even had to literally shake her head to clear it, trying to remember what she was doing here in the first place.<br><br>She watched Amaya’s departure – watched it very closely, especially enjoying that luscious sway – with her mind still somewhat fuzzy from the encounter. She looked at Biscuit. <strong>“Wow,”</strong> was all she could muster at first. <strong>“She’s, uh…. Wow.”</strong><br><br>Slowly her mind started to boot back up again. <strong>“Yes,”</strong> she grinned dryly, agreeing with Biscuit’s assessment of Amaya. <strong>“Nice. But that’s the standard you use to judge? ‘Likes motorcycles’?”</strong><br><br><strong>“Anyway, I was on my way into town to do the shopping I never got done yesterday,”</strong> Natsuki explained, <strong>“when I saw you flirting with your new friend.”</strong> To punctuate the point, and add to the teasing, Natsuki made the same “sexy pose” that Biscuit had earlier… which she had seen from across the parking lot. <strong>“I was wary of butting in while you were working your game,”</strong> she continued, with mock breeziness, <strong>“but I wanted to ask how your first day was.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 04:24:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiyama (m), Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The sexual tension that was quickly being generated between Natsuki, and Amaya was getting so thick that even Biscuit, as clueless and Dense as he could be sometimes, was seeing the attraction each had for the other. One might have had been able to take bets on when each was going to start tearing the other's clothes off. And Biscuit had a front row seat to it all. Though he didn't let on too much about it. Just let Akiyama, and Natsuki say their piece before Amaya departed for the Dorms. Ending what may be the first of many encounters. Possibly even the beginnings of a relationship. Time will only tell. <br><br>When Natsuki was able to come back down to earth from whatever planet she was on, Biscuit chuckled at her impression of Amaya. when she asked about his standard of Motorcycles, he only shrugged. "Shared a common interest. Usually that is a good ground work for a friendship, or even more." he explained before she told him she was on her way into town to go shopping for the things she never got yesterday. Though as she mentioned him flirting with Amaya he turned to look at her with a confused expression before she threw that pose he did. Oh, so it appeared he was flirting with Amaya from across the parking lot. "Nah, nah, nah. She was only curious about the bike. Nothing more. There was no game." he explained with a dismissive wave of his hand. " Though I can see how you could think that. Besides, given her reaction you I think I have a fair guess to her inclinations." he said with a warm smirk. He had no judgement over Natsuki's preferences "I don't mind giving you her number. She did specifically say you can get it from me." He added. <br><br>Biscuit shut the saddle bag, and threw his leg over the bike as he raised it up off its jiffy stand. "School's going about as good as it can I suppose. I don't think I put my foot in my mouth too much, and I'm not being chased out by an angry mob with pitch forks" He laughed. "You said you wanted to go into town, right? Well, I can give ya a life if ya want. Give me an excuse to ride the bike, and see more of the city. Get a better lay of the roads too." He offered as he patted the pillion pad on the back of his bike. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Should Natsuki accept</div><div class="spoiler_body">Just like the previous night, Biscuit would turn on the ignition, the fuel, and the Run/Stop switch as hte bike's lights all flickered on. His left hand pulled in the clutch, and the right twisted the throttle a couple of times to prime the Carburetor before he reached down to apply the choke. Once that was done, he pressed the start switch and the engine lurched over once before firing. the two into one chrome exhaust roared to life once more. Biscuit's left hand moved down to turn off the choke as his right feathered the throttle to keep the bike running a she warmed up. It would only take about two to three minutes before he could fully release the throttle and the engine began lopping excitedly. Ready to run once more. <br><br>Biscuit would then turn his head to Natsuki. "Where do you want to go first?" he asked over the idling engine.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 05:34:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> School parking lot<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Amaya (m), Biscuit<br><br><strong>“Oh, I don’t believe in guessing at inclinations,”</strong> Natsuki grinned sheepishly, putting a hand behind her head. <strong>“She might just have been messing with me to make you jealous.”</strong> Astonishing as it may sound, it actually did not occur to Natsuki that anyone really <em>nice</em> would find her attractive, or interesting. All of her experience had her being looked down on – mostly for being Abnormal – except by perverts who wanted to take advantage of her. <strong>“Or maybe to try to turn you on,”</strong> she added, as an afterthought.<br><br><strong>“At any rate, I’ll get her number from you, and yours, too. But first I need to get a phone.”</strong> Almost as soon as she said it, Natsuki felt like slapping herself in her face for her own stupidity. Thus far she had done what she thought was a fine job of keeping her status a secret from Biscuit. But a girl her age not having her own phone? That was a dead giveaway. <strong>“A <em>new</em> phone,”</strong> she corrected herself, quickly. It was misleading, but technically not a lie. <strong>“That’s one of the things I have to go into town for.”</strong><br><br>And then he offered her a ride, just like she’d hoped, but immediately she felt guilty for using him so. <strong>“I don’t want to exploit you as my chauffeur,”</strong> she said, wryly, after he’d let off the throttle. On the one hand, she actually <em>was</em> excited to ride the bike again – each new roar of the throttle reminded her of how much fun that had been. On the other hand, she did legitimately feel uncomfortable taking advantage of Biscuit for a ride – in the world she came from, one avoided asking favours, because <em>owing</em> favours could be hazardous. <strong>“I actually have a lot of shopping to do: I have to get a phone, clothes, a computer… pretty much everything.”</strong> Once again she knew she was giving away her status, but this time she’d already thought up a convincing half-truth/half-lie to cover. <strong>“I’m starting completely fresh this year.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I only intend to get a few things for now, but it’s still going to be a fair bit of running around,”</strong> she said. Then she crossed her arms and pursed her lips, thinking hard. <strong>“Tell you what,”</strong> she said. <strong>“If you’re actually willing to ride me around town to get everything I need, then in addition to getting a pretty decent tour of the town, I’ll treat you to dinner. Unless you’re really in the mood to go to another dive, hm, maybe Ootoya? They serve full meal sets… a lot like a traditional home-cooked meal. You should try it at least once.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Also,”</strong> she added mischievously, leaning against Biscuit conspiratorially, as if she were making some sort of shady deal with him. <strong>“You’ll get to see me try on my outfits. Including the bathing suit I have to get. I might also be convinced to try on something of your choosing,”</strong> she added, gently nudging his side. <strong>“No cosplay, though,”</strong> she added quickly, with a glare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-01-2017, 01:26:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiyama (m), Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>As Natsuki mentioned that she didn't believe in guessing at inclinations, Biscuit nodded. "Yer' right. As my Grandfather always said. To "Assume" makes an "ass" out of "U", and "me"" Biscuit stated as Natsuki offered up the explanation that perhaps Amaya was trying to mess with Biscuit, to either make him Jealous, or possible make him aroused. Had Biscuit been a more blunt individual, he would have stated that the scene, and the sexual tension being generated was quite appealing. "As nice as that would be, I don't think so. She seemed genuinely interested in ya." Biscuit replied. At the mention of getting a phone, Biscuit looked at Natsuki quizzically. He thought all japanese had phones. Hell, He was sure that the phones they had here were light years ahead of anything he seen. Then she corrected her speak by saying "New", and he nodded. "Ah, sure I don't see why not." He replied. <br><br>As the bike was warming up, Biscuit just smiled at Natsuki when she mentioned about not wanting to use him as her chauffeur. "Don't worry you're not. I want to ride, and this is an excellent excuse. Besides, if I can take a pretty girl for a ride, then I'm making out like bandit." he replied, not really registering what he said could be considered flirting. He was just honest, and thought Natsuki was pretty. Yet, Natsuki was still a bit hesitant and listed off all the things she needed. Explaining that she was trying to start off fresh. "That is alright. We get as much as we can, and I'm sure there is a way to get the other stuff brought over. The store may have a delivery service, and if there is a charge. I'll pay for it." He announced. <br><br>Natsuki was seemingly coming around as she mentioned that she really had more running around to do than simply a lot of stuff to carry. She began to think before she came up with an offer to reimburse him for his time, and gas. Not that she really needed to, Biscuit was most likely going to go for a ride anyways. She was just giving him a destination. She offered to buy him dinner, a full course one too! A place called "Ootoya". Though she wouldn't be finished yet as she leaned against him with a look of about to make a shady deal. Though what she offered had his cheeks explode in color and an audible gasp slip from his lips as an image of Natsuki appeared in his mind in various types of swimsuits. Bikinis, racing suits, thongs, Slings. Quite a plethora. He swallowed thickly as he tried to regain control of his adolescent brain. "Y-you don't have too...if you don't really want to." he stated, trying not to sound too excited at the prospect. Though the stipulation of no "Cosplay" had him shaking his head vehemently. "Understood." He stated, though he wasn't sure what Cosplay was.<br><br><div class="floatleft">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6mCLJRbOAo</div>The two would roll out of the parking lot of the school, the bike's exhaust setting off a couple car alarms that will undoubtedly upset the owners. Though Biscuit cared little for that as he rolled on the throttle, and the bike quickly gained speed. Since Natsuki seemed much more comfortable, and relaxed than she was last night. Biscuit was a bit more vigorous on the acceleration. Granted, the Bike was far to heavy to do any wheelies, or anything it still had surprisingly smooth torque that allowed Natsuki a comfortable acceleration. <br><br>As they rolled the short road from the school to the town, the sun shown down upon them. Warming their skin as the wind kept them comfortable. Biscuit's goggles over his eyes as a boyish grin stretched across his lips. Yeah! There is exactly where he belonged, in the saddle of his motorcycle. the Motor singing beneath him as the exhaust faded behind them. The few cars that the two pasted had small children laughing and waving at the two. Biscuit would wave back as they dove through a curve. The movements were so fluid and natural it was like he was born on the back of that bike. Unlike last night, Natsuki got to see the world rush past them both in a blur. Biscuit was hoping that Natsuki was enjoying herself. <br><br>Before too long, the two reached town, and Biscuit had to slow down to navigate the traffic safely. He figured Natsuki would want to get her phone first, and a phone store was the first shop they were coming upon so Biscuit rolled off the throttle, and leaned slightly as he glided the bike towards the curb where he found a parking spot just in front of the shop. "Here we are." he announced as he eased the bike on the jiffy stand, and it the kill switch. "We should be able to get you a phone here." he explained. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>06-01-2017, 01:53:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> School parking lot... then a few random stores (phone store, computer store, etc.)... then a large clothing store<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform... then a bunch of very revealing and flirtatious outfits<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki was quite pleased with the response she elicited from Biscuit. She had no idea what he was imagining, and was perhaps a little wary of getting herself into a tight spot (and, in all likelihood, a tight outfit), but the thrill of uncertainty was definitely fun. And of course she could put the kibosh on anything that went <em>too</em> far.<br><br>Once again there was the matter of actually <em>mounting</em> the bike. As before she had no bags in her hands to worry about – this time because she hadn’t done any shopping yet and had left her satchel back in her dorm room – but there was a new challenge: this was a school parking lot, with plenty of students in the area who would certainly get a peek. With a sigh she realized there wasn’t much she could do about that – luckily she was wearing underwear – but there was one spectator she could do something about. She put a finger on Biscuit’s cheek and – gently but firmly – forced his head to turn away from her. Then she swung a leg over, took a moment to fix her skirts under her, and finally settled into position on the seat behind him. This time she was ready to slide her arms around his torso and nestle up against his back – shyness was overridden by the memory of how thrilling the ride could be.<br><br>She gave him the signal that she was ready, and then they were off. It could have been the fact that they were in daylight now, or perhaps just that she was getting used to it, but the ride was a whole hell of a lot less <em>terrifying</em> this time. It was still exhilarating, but not being on the verge of a heart attack from fear of dying made it a lot easier to enjoy the world around her as they rode. She was meticulous about not disturbing Biscuit – she tried to fidget as little as possible while pressed against his back and hips – but she kept looking around at the scenery they passed, and naturally repeatedly had to brush the hair from her face. She even waved and bowed her head at passersby who acknowledge them, or looked at them curiously.<br><br>When they arrived at the phone store, Natsuki dismounted awkwardly, once again stumbling as her legs tried to re-adapt to solid land. She had stand bent over with her hand on her knee – the other hand holding up a raised finger signalling Biscuit to give her a moment – for almost a full minute to recover.<br><br>Natsuki was not much of a shopper. That was partly due to simply never having much money, but mostly due to the fact that one couldn’t very well just browse a shopping district with a red card and not expect trouble. Shopping for Natsuki was a matter of figuring out what she wanted beforehand, then getting in and out quickly before anyone came looking for trouble.<br><br>So even before walking into the phone store, she knew exactly what she intended to get. It was a simple matter of pointing and paying. The one hitch was that she had to distract Biscuit by coaxing him to go check something else out while she paid; she didn’t want him to see her red card.<br><br>It was the same procedure, essentially, at the computer store. She knew exactly what laptop she wanted, and simply had to rattle off the model number and ask for it to be shipped to her dorm room. Again, the tricky part was distracting Biscuit while she paid.<br><br>There wasn’t really much she had to get, so it only took a few more stops – always following the same routine of distracting Biscuit when it came time to pay – and soon she had everything she needed except the clothes. But that was the plan: get the business out of the way first, and do the clothes shopping last. The clothes shopping was the <em>fun</em> part.<br><br>By the time she had Biscuit stop at the clothing store, she had grown a lot more comfortable on the bike. There was still a small production each time she got on, of course, as she forced Biscuit to look away then struggled with her school skirt. And every time she dismounted, there was still a period of wobbly legs. But she was getting accustomed to it all.<br><br>She insisted on having Biscuit accompany her on her clothes shopping, which was nothing like all the shopping she had done before. <em>That</em> shopping had all been strictly business: in, find pre-selected item, out. <em>This</em> shopping was far more whimsical. There was no danger in taking her time trying on many multiple items in a single store, because the red card only became an issue when it was time to pay. She could draw out the trying-on phase as long as she wanted until then.<br><br>And so she did. Had she been alone, she might just have picked a few items rather quickly then left. But with Biscuit along to model before… shopping became <em>fun</em>. Naturally, she tried the styles she had originally intended to get – mostly plain and unassuming fitted pants and straight skirts, and simple tops. But Biscuit’s presence encouraged her to be… <em>bolder</em>.<br><br>And maybe even a little cruel, because she deliberately picked items that were… provocative. She chose tight leather skirts and pants that she would never in a million years have picked out on her own initiative, sexy heels, and bust-enhancing tops, just for the pleasure of stepping out of the change room in them and posing for Biscuit, running her hands sensually over the lines, turning around and doing a little dance for him, and asking: <strong>“Well? What do you think?”</strong> If he hesitated to offer an opinion, she was stretch her body, roll and wiggle her curves, and caress herself – pretending she was simply trying to see how the item fit. And of course, there were plenty of deliberately flirtatious questions, like <strong>“do these make my boobs look weird?”</strong> or <strong>“is this too tight around my butt?”</strong>. She even, once or twice, asked him to come over and search for the price tag – which she knew full well was in a risque place – and read it out to her… when she already knew the price, of course.<br><br>Technically she <em>was</em> getting her shopping done… but certainly her primary focus was clearly on torturing poor Biscuit. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she was giving him a very PG-12+ show with her modelling, she kept casually dropping suggestions that she might need him to assist her in picking out underwear or other lingerie as well. And, of course, there was the lingering promise of swimsuit shopping coming up soon, too.<br><br>While she was certainly enjoying tormenting the poor boy, she did feel <em>some</em> pang of remorse for enjoying herself at his expense. It was when she emerged from the dressing room wearing a pair of strappy heels, a tight miniskirt – showing off her long legs – and a shoulderless crop top that showed off her navel, that she finally… after turning and running her hands down her body to give him an excellent view of her outfit… that she finally asked: <strong>“You don’t mind this, right? I feel kinda bad for exploiting you like this, and making you stand around and wait while I try things on. I’m trying to make it fun for you, too. Are you enjoying this?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-01-2017, 18:49:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiyama (m), Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit didn't mind giving Natsuki the time she needed to get her legs underneath her. He was happy that she appeared to be enjoying to ride far more today than she did last night. Perhaps she also trusted him a bit more now that she knew he could actually handle a bike. Once she was able to stand again, Biscuit walked over to the Door, and opened it for her. Following her inside, he just glanced around the shop. He wasn't sure how long Natsuki was going to take. If she was like any other woman he met, she was going to shop all day for the absolute "Cutest" Phone, Case, Strap, Charger, and a Partridge in Pear Tree she could find. Not that he really minded, he had nothing better to do and who wouldn't want to spend time with a beautiful girl? However, Biscuit was actually quite surprised to find that Natsuki already knew exactly what phone she wanted, and any accessories to go with it. So they were only going to spend about 5 minutes in the store, and most of that time was the Clerk going into the back to fetch the phone. The only thing that struck him as odd was when Natsuki asked him to look at something over yonder while she paid for the time. He didn't think nothing of it, at first.<br><br>However, as they continued their shopping, Biscuit noticed things about Natsuki. Like she never browsed, she simply walked up to the register and told the clerk exactly what she wanted. Biscuit also noticed that whenever it came time for Natsuki to pay for things, she would always ask him to go look at something else away from the register. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it worried him. He hoped it wasn't anything major and that Natsuki simply wanted a bit of privacy when handling money, or cards. Something he could understand.&nbsp; He didn't complain, nor ask questions. He would rather want Natsuki to feel relaxed around him, and not feel like he was judging her. <br><br>Once the hard shopping was done, it came time for clothes shopping. A prospect that Biscuit noticed seemed to make Natsuki happy. Though he did notice her difficulty getting on, and off his bike every time. Constantly asking him to "No Look", to which he would always respond by looking forward, and up cause his had he looked just straight ahead, his mirrors would have shown him what Natsuki was wearing that day. So mentally, he thought about at least suggesting she buy, and wear a pair of jeans, at the very least shorts, so she won't have to worry about that. <br><br>The clothing shop they visited catered exclusively to Women, and the moment they walked in, Natsuki had a sales lady right there with her. Soon she was picking out outfits, and being shown to the dressing room while Biscuit found a bench to sit on to get comfortable. Figuring this would actually take awhile. Though a part of him was rather excited too. Excited to see what kind of outfits that she would come up with. The first several outfits were very nice, and causal. Pants, Skirts, Tops that had Biscuit giving Natsuki smiles, and "Thumbs up". She seemed to have a knack for making a lot of outfits look great. <br><br>Then came the "Torture". Biscuit was not expecting it as the outfits that Natsuki showed him earlier were rather conservative. When she stepped out in a leather miniskirt, and a halter. Biscuits eyes became as wide as dinner plates as a choked squeak struggled to slip from his throat. Natsuki turned, and twisted as she showed off for him. "<em>Y...Ya look great!</em>" Biscuit stammered in english, the scene before him just too sexy to let his mind try and translate it to Japanese. Even the Sales lady was giggling at how Natsuki stupefied Benjamin. Yet, Natsuki would simply stop there. Each outfit was more, and more alluring than the last as she finally had a chance to let her hair down and enjoy herself. Even when she asked him to check the price tags that were "Strategically" placed, she would feel Biscuit's hands trembling. She was certainly having an affect on Biscuit. Yet the young man tried to be a complete gentleman. Yet, his cheeks would never lose that rosy hue cause of all the "Stimulation" that Natsuki was providing him. <br><br>When Natsuki came out in a number that would have bowled over the School's Judo team, and asked if he was enjoying this. Biscuit stood up from the bench, and approached Natsuki. The smile he gave her was warm, and honest. "I'm having a lot of fun hanging out with you, Natsuki. All these outfits, they all look wonderful on you. I'm glad you let me come along." He said before a cheeky grin spread across his lips. "Though with all this, I think we missed a golden opportunity to tease Amaya a bit. Should have sent her a couple pictures of you in the outfits. I think that might have cause her to blow a gasket." He chuckled. Hoping that Natsuki could sense that his joke was all in good fun, and nothing in any way against Amaya, nor her. <br><br>Biscuit then held up a pair of jeans for Natsuki. "Would you please try these on? I asked the sales lady to find me a pair." He explained. The jeans were not of a "Fashionable" variety, but heavy weight. The material thick, and durable. "I know you have been concerned about flashing people with your school skirt. These may help with that. Also, I don't ever plan on laying my bike down for whatever reason, but I also know that sometimes things happen. Heaven forbid that it happens, and you're with me. But if it does, I hope clothes like these will help to keep injury to a minimum." He explained. Basically telling her that he wanted to make her rides with him safer. "You're my friend, and I don't like seeing my friends get hurt."." he stated sheepishly&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 06:25:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> A large clothing store<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black shoulderless crop top, tight mauve miniskirt, black strappy heels... then, heavy black denim jacket, heavy black jeans, heeled boots with buckles, black peak cap, black fingerless gloves<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit, Amaya (m)<br><br>Natsuki had been feeling genuinely bad for taking advantage of Biscuit the way she had. Not for the fashion show torture – no, for <em>that</em> she was not the least bit apologetic, and in fact she was already plotting to ratchet up the pressure. What she felt bad for was having him cart her around during his free time. Surely he would have been happier just being left alone to mess with his bike.<br><br>But no, she felt his enthusiastic reply was honest, and it relieved her. She smiled back, and maybe even blushed at little, grateful for his company.<br><br>However, her shy, friendly smile became devilish once again the moment he invented pictures.<br><br><strong>“For Amaya?”</strong> she said, raising an eyebrow. She reached out a hand and patted his cheek gently, but deliberately sensually. <strong>“Are you sure the pictures wouldn’t be for <em>you</em>?”</strong> She struck a deliberately suggestive pose in her already provocative outfit for his viewing pleasure. <strong>“You can take pictures if you want, you know,”</strong> she cooed, teasingly. <strong>“I don’t mind.”</strong><br><br>And that was true. Normally she <em>would</em> have minded, very much. But then, normally she wouldn’t have been wearing such clothing at all. But it was <em>fun</em> to dress up and pose for Biscuit. And if he snapped a few pictures that he liked… well, there was no harm in that. If he enjoyed the pictures, it would be the least she could do for him.<br><br><strong>“Don’t worry about Amaya-chan,”</strong> Natsuki said, smiling wickedly, as she stepped alarmingly close to Biscuit, pressing her body up against his and placing a suggestive finger on his lips. <strong>“We’ll get something <em>especially</em> for her soon enough, I assure you.”</strong><br><br>Once again, she was enjoying tormenting him, but she was caught off guard by his pants suggestion. At first she thought he was only making the suggestion out of a desire to for prudish propriety. Maybe the tight miniskirts were too much for the poor boy to bear. But the <em>actual</em> reason he wanted he to try them on brought a blush to her cheeks, and an honestly shy and embarrassed smile.<br><br><strong>“So…,”</strong> she said, shyly avoiding his eyes. <strong>“So that means you <em>want</em> me to ride with you? We don’t… we don’t always have to go where <em>I</em> want to go… you know. You… you can just… you can just invite me along… any time… any time you just want a― a―… someone to… you know… go with. I mean,”</strong> she stammered quickly, <strong>“I’m not saying you <em>have</em> to invite me. Just… you know… if you want a friend… to ride with you… it’s okay to call me.”</strong><br><br><strong>“A― anyway!”</strong> she said forcefully, to change the conversation. She grabbed the pants from him, and was just about to turn to enter the change room… when suddenly that devilish smile returned.<br><br>Instead of entering the change room with the jeans, Natsuki, with the assistance of the sales associate – who had clearly clued in to what Natsuki was doing to poor Biscuit, and was gleefully assisting (it probably didn’t hurt that Natsuki wasn’t merely buying an item or two, but was getting a full wardrobe) – went out to grab a few more items first. When she returned, she gave Biscuit that dangerous smile once more, and warned him: <strong>“<em>This</em> one you can’t take a picture of.”</strong><br><br>When she emerged from the change room again, she was wearing the jeans … but that wasn’t all. Along with the jeans, she wore a pair of heeled boots with heavy buckles on them, a pair of heavy-duty fingerless gloves. Most importantly she wore a heavy jacket and a peaked cap that both matched the jeans. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, looking for all the world like a member of a girl gang from a bad 1980s film. The loose, heavy jacket and pants added artificial bulk that helped make her look “tough”, and her naturally somewhat unruly hair and the mischievous glimmer in her eyes were perfect for the look.<br><br><strong>“Well?”</strong> she asked, somewhat teasingly. <strong>“What do you think?”</strong><br><br>But before he could answer, she casually unfolded her arms from around her chest, and moved them to put her hands on her hips.<br><br>And as she did, her thumbs naturally brushed the sides of the jacket, and forced it to open slightly.<br><br>Which, as the jacket opened, it revealed… <em>she wasn’t wearing anything underneath</em>.<br><br>There was a clean, unbroken strip of Natsuki’s creamy smooth flesh, right from her chin down to the waistband of the jeans, revealing her bare navel, and absolute cleavage.<br><br>She stood there like that, feet slightly apart, hands on her hips, smiling wickedly at him, <em>challenging</em> him to comment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 17:39:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiyama (m), Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Isn't it suppose to be Illegal for a School girl to be<strong> <em>THAT</em></strong> sexy. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Benjamin swallowed hard as Natsuki accused him of using Amaya as an excuse to take a couple of pictures of her. The touch of her warm hand upon his cheek had him biting his lower lip. She would accentuate the accusation with the pose that back it up. She would then tell him that she wouldn't mind if he took the pictures. "Really!?" Biscuit squeaked as the temptation to rip out his phone, and start snapping away was almost too much to bear. "I...I would be lying if I said that I wouldn't like to have pictures of you on my phone. You're very pretty to look at. Though I kinda like hanging out with the original more." He stated shyly, the smile on his lips both nervous and yet warm. <br><br><br>When Natsuki mentioned that she had something special planned for Amaya, Biscuit's grin showed a hint of wickedness to it as he felt that amazing body press against his. His arms twitched a bit, almost as if to reach out, and wrap Natsuki in his arms. The finger to his lips causing them to purse a bit. He nodded as she promised they'll get something specially for her. Amaya seemed like a good person to mess with, and would enjoy whatever Natsuki had in store for her. So long as it wasn't malicious. <br><br>Though it amazed Benjamin just how quickly Natsuki went from that tease that threatened to completely set his heart aflame to a shy, and adorable young woman in a matter of seconds when she found out that Biscuit honestly wanted to make sure she didn't get hurt when she rode with him. Natsuki began to mumble shyly, asking if he really wanted to her to go riding with him, and that they didn't have to go wherever she wanted to go all the time. That any time he was going to go for a ride, he was free to call her up. Benjamin smiled at Natsuki and nodded. "yes, I do enjoy taking you for rides. It is much nicer to go riding with someone I like too." he stated as that smile grew into a happy grin. "I hope you like going for rides with me, too." <br><br>Natsuki would be quick to change the subject, and assert her composure once more as she snatched the pants from him to try on. Though before she made her way to the changing room, another devilish smirk spread across her plush lips. The kind of Smirk that would have men shivering in want, and a hint of fear. Natsuki would leave Biscuit as she, and the Saleslady rushed around to grab a few more items. the sales lady constantly throwing the American a knowing hissing laugh. Leaving Biscuit to wonder what Natsuki was plotting this time. He was quite eager to find out. Particularly after she told him that he couldn't take a picture of what she was about to come out in. <br><br>When she emerged, Biscuit's mouth dropped open at the tall buckled boots, the jeans he picked out, a Denim jacket, and a peaked cap like what one saw in the photos from the 50s. Though the show wouldn't end there as when she asked him what he thought her arms came down causing the Jacket to open slightly. Biscuit's eyes grew wide at the revlation to the fact that Natsuki was nude underneath that jacket. <br><br>His eyes drank in her form like a man dying of thirst. His eyes slowly traveling up from the hem of the heavy denim jeans along her trim stomach that simply begged to be caressed. Up her sternum between the deep crease of her cleavage. Her luscious orbs barely hidden behind the black Denim jacket standing as two great mountains welcoming the observer's eyes. When Biscuit's eyes found Natsuki's eyes again. She had that Wicked grin that became the object of any man's desires. <br><br>"<em>Oh...mah...gawd</em>." Was all Biscuit could say as he couldn't take his eyes off of Natsuki. <br><br>the Saleslady barely could stifle her laugh. "It would appear he is stupefied, Madam." the woman giggled. She always enjoyed teasing men. <br><br>Biscuit started to take a step back as if to get the "Whole Picture", his eyes unable to move from Natsuki's. However, he forgotten about the bench that he had been sitting on just moments ago and was directly behind his knees. When his leg caught the edge of hte heavy bench, he lost his balance. "Wh-Whoa!" He called out as his arms began spinning for balance. However it was a futile gesture as he was going over whether he liked it or not. <br><br>Biscuit would land with a loud crash, barely keeping from knocking over a fixture. He came to a stop on his back, his legs sprawled hooked over the overturned bench. Though in doing so, he would inadvertently show to both Natsuki, and the sales lady that he wasn't just Large of Body, but Quite large where it Counted too. A thick protrusion from the front of his pants tented up. Straining, and pressing at the zipper that was barely keeping it contained. <br><br>Biscuit rubbed the back of his head from where it bounced on the tile. "Ouchie." he groaned as he looked up at the two ladies, and quickly noticed something, that he was displaying, and rather proudly too. Instantly, Biscuit's legs snapped together as he tried to cover his shame. "I-I'm sorry!" he yelped as his face colored in embarrassment, and shame. "I-I didn't mean for that to happen." He said as he found he couldn't look either Natsuki, or the sales lady in the eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 02:58:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> A large clothing store<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Heavy black denim jacket, heavy black jeans, heeled boots with buckles, black peak cap, black fingerless gloves<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki stood with her hands on her hips, deliberately holding the front of the jacket open, smiling mischievously at Biscuit while he took the view in. She, of course, was more than happy to have him stare. It was great fun to have the poor boy dangling on her line, and it helped her regain control of the flow after he caught her off guard earlier by offering her the jeans.<br><br>She saw him stepping backwards, and she saw the danger, and she instinctively started to move to reach out to stop him. Luckily she caught herself in time, because had she reached out to grab his arm… in all likelihood he would have gotten a good show.<br><br>Lucky for her, though; not so much for him. Because he fell back over the bench and ended up in a rather awkward position.<br><br>Carefully keeping her hands in place to prevent the jacket from opening any further, Natsuki stepped forward, intending to offer a wry comment. But as she approached to look over the bench, between his splayed legs, she got a <em>hell</em> of a view herself. Her eyebrows shot up, and her mouth made a small ‘O’.<br><br>Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help the thought from echoing through her brain: <em>Well…, I guess it really is true what they say about Western men….</em><br><br>She stared quite shamelessly until Biscuit closed his legs, then looked away, embarrassed, her cheeks bright red. <strong>“W-well,”</strong> she said, trying to reassert control of the situation. <strong>“I guess you liked it.”</strong><br><br>She couldn’t help him back to his feet, unfortunately… that entailed far too much movement, reaching out, and leaning over, and thus far too much risk of revealing more than she intended. So she stepped back and held the jacket closed around her until he sorted himself out.<br><br>Once he was on his feet again, Natsuki recovered her composure (keeping the jacket pulled shut around her), and spoke: <strong>“I think I’ve got enough to have a working wardrobe. I have two more stores to stop into before we can grab something to eat. Don’t worry; I only need a couple things from each. But before we finish up here…. Because you’ve been such a good sport about my playing around with you, I am going to pose for a picture for you. You need a picture of me for your phone, after all. I’ll need one of you, too, once I set up my phone, so I know you’re calling. But for now, let’s get a picture of me for your phone. You may pick out any outfit in this store – any of the ones I’ve already tried on, or a completely new one – and I’ll pose in it for you.”</strong><br><br>She held up a finger. <strong>“But it can’t be anything inappropriate!”</strong> she said, firmly. Then she grinned, tugging at the jacket she was holding closed around her. <strong>“Like this,”</strong> she admitted, sheepishly. <strong>“I mean… <em>sexy</em> is fine, but… you know. Nothing that you wouldn’t see in a decent fashion magazine.”</strong><br><br><strong>“So pick anything you want me to pose in, and I’ll give you a picture for your phone that will bring a smile to your face every time I phone you.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-01-2017, 01:35:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiyama (m), Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap. <br><strong>Note:</strong> Isn't it suppose to be Illegal for a School girl to be<strong> <em>THAT</em></strong> sexy. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit wanted to laugh the situation off. To try and make it seem like no big deal, but to him it was. He pretty much came as close to flashing poor Natsuki as he could possibly come with his pants on. Though as she quipped, rather embarrassingly, about how he apparently liked the outfit, Biscuit could only let out a strained chuckle. "Yea, I kinda did. It looks...very nice." He stated as he tried to get his brain to work to make coherent sentences. From there, Biscuit worked to untangle himself from the bench while not letting the two women see his predicament. Though even after he stood up, and relaxed. There was still evidence of his arousal. While not as nearly pronounced as it was before. It was still noticeable. "Fufufu, seems like the young man has quite the <em>presence</em>." The sales lady whispered just loud enough for Natsuki to hear, but not Biscuit. <br><br>Natsuki would say that she had enough for a working wardrobe, leaving Biscuit relieved that she was willing to change the subject and not dwell upon his little faux-pa.&nbsp; Though she said that he can take one picture in any outfit of his choosing, so long as it wasn't appropriate. She stated that "Sexy" was fine, but nothing lewd. "Okay. If you want, I can return the favor for you when you need my Picture. Though I don't have much of a fashion sense. " Biscuit stated as he started to give Natsuki a very appraising look. Thinking about what best to pick out for her. He was really digging the boots, and Jeans. Hell, the Jean jacket was a good touch, but it needed something to cut all the black. Something light, and airy. "Lets start by removing the hat, and gloves." Biscuit stated before thinking. "I think I have an idea." Biscuit declared before dashing off into the jungle of racks filled with women's clothing. Leaving the Sales woman to look at Natsuki with a "Are you sure about this?" Look. <br><br>Biscuit would return with a light green Camisole with white lace trim. "Can you please wear this underneath the Jacket?" He asked as he offered the camisole to Natsuki. Biscuit hoped his sense of fashion, or rather lack thereof, wouldn't be too off putting for Natsuki. When she came back, he smiled and approached her. "It looks nice on you." he said happily before be began to roll up the sleeves on the jacket to just below the elbows. "There." He said triumphantly. "If you could, just smile and wave. I Think you will have a nice warm smile, Natsuki." Biscuit requested. What Biscuit was requesting wasn't really sexy, nor complicated. He simply wished for a genuinely happy smile from Natsuki. He held up the phone, and gave the girl a smile. "When ever you're ready." he stated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>09-01-2017, 02:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> A large clothing store, then outside walking around for a bit, then into a new store<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Heavy black denim jacket, heavy black jeans, heeled boots with buckles, black peak cap, black fingerless gloves... then the same without the hat and gloves, and with the addition of a green top... then finally back to her school uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>At Biscuit’s offer to return the favour, Natsuki smiled wickedly. <strong>“It’s a pity my phone isn’t set up yet, because that pose of your a moment ago would have been just <em>perfect</em>,”</strong> she said.<br><br>She waited with barely contained curiosity to see what he would come up with, and was intrigued by his selection. <strong>“I’m surprised you didn’t go for something more… racy,”</strong> she commented, wryly. <strong>“But this is a nice touch.”</strong> It was, too – the outfit she was wearing was deliberately going for an over-the-top “tough” look… and primarily designed for the cleavage reveal gag she’d pulled on him. But the addition of the top – and the removal of the far-too-much gloves and hat – had a feminizing effect, toning it down considerably.<br><br>She went into the booth to change, then emerged and struck the usual set of poses for him to show off the look. <strong>“Is this good?”</strong> she asked.<br><br>Rather than smiling and waving, Natsuki smiled and held up a pair of “V” signs sideways on either side of her face, leaning slightly to one side. It was a bit of a goofy pose, but at least it was a genuine smile – in fact, she was actually laughing as she did it.<br><br>But once Biscuit got his picture, she just had to ham it up, putting on various poses and coaxing him to capture them in an impromptu photo shoot. First contrapposto with her hands on her hips and a deliberately bad “stern model face”, then turned to the side with her arms raised to hold her hair up with her mouth open in a soft gasp and bedroom eyes, then turned the other way with one hand on her hip making shy kissy lips that she was touching with her finger, and so on.<br><br>Once that game was over, she had to ask both Biscuit and the sales associate to help her gather up everything she’d intended to purchase and bring it all over to the checkout. The store employees were only too happy to help; it wasn’t a <em>large</em> wardrobe by any stretch – she would have to do a lot of mix-and-match to stretch it – but on the other hand it wasn’t all that often someone came in and bought a whole wardrobe in one go.<br><br>It had been a struggle to get her mother to agree to this shopping spree, even after her father offered to pay for it; her mother objected that any contribution her father made would be thanks to his criminal proceeds. But she finally conceded that Natsuki couldn’t very well walk around a new school in what was essentially prison clothing. She needed have worried; Natsuki was naturally extremely frugal – she’d picked up that habit living in the Abnormal ghetto before her detainment.<br><br>Natsuki didn’t haggle, but she did push for free delivery, and got it. Once again, when it came time to pay, she arranged to have Biscuit distracted….<br><br><hr><br><strong>“Only two more stops,”</strong> Natsuki said, as they left the clothing store, <strong>“and then shopping’s done. But,”</strong> she held up a warning finger. <strong>“These next to stops will be far more challenging for you than this last one.”</strong><br><br>She refused to elaborate on what that meant. But it would become clear a minute or two later, when she led Biscuit to the swimsuit store.<br><br>If Biscuit objected to going in with her, she was having none of that, even grabbing his arm and <em>dragging</em> him, if necessary. Once inside, she grinned her dangerous grin at him, and explained.<br><br><strong>“I have joined the swim club, and although I’ll be using the school swimsuit most of the time, I’m going to want a second suit just in case. Also, I don’t want to have to always wear my school swimsuit when I’m swimming for fun. So I’m going to need your help picking out a suit.”</strong><br><br><strong>“What do you think?”</strong> she asked, with a straight face, as she picked up a suit and held it up in front of herself for him to see. “The school suit is a one piece, so maybe a second one piece?”[/color][/b] It was <em>technically</em> a one piece halter top suit… but most of the material aside from the cups and the crotch was mesh, and therefore covered nothing and revealed everything. <strong>“Or maybe a two piece, for some variation?”</strong> Naturally the bikini she chose was just as racy – a tiny little number with string-tie sides.<br><br><strong>“What would you recommend?”</strong> she asked with theatrical innocence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-01-2017, 00:54:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Isn't it suppose to be Illegal for a School girl to be<strong> <em>THAT</em></strong> sexy. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit just chuckled as Natsuki mentioned how it was a pity that her phone wasn't set up otherwise she would have made him take that one pose from earlier to set to her phone for his contact picture. "We'll just have to make it up later." He joked. When Natsuki commented that she was surprised that he didn't pick out something "Racy", once again his smile was warm, and friendly. "I guess I wanted to capture the real you." He explained, hoping that made sense. Sure there was a lot of guys that probably wanted to see how far they could push things with the stuff that Natsuki would wear, but Biscuit wanted to foster an honest friendship with her. If it went anywhere after that, well Time will tell.<br><br>When Natsuki came out, and asked if it was good, Biscuit nodded. "yeah, it looks good on you. I was a little worried about the color as I didn't know how well it looked with Black Denim." he admitted, before snapping a couple of pictures for fun. When she finally took the pose that he would use for the photo, Biscuit laughed as it was perfect. It showed a playfully goofy side of Natsuki along with that beautiful smile that was so genuine, and true. "That is going to be the phone for your new number once you give it to me." He announced before they continued with their mock photo shoot. It was more fun that Biscuit had in a while. <br><br>However, eventually it had been time to leave and pay for the clothing. Biscuit didn't mind helping Natsuki bring all the chosen clothing to the desk to check out. Course, immediately afterwards, she asked him to check something out for her away from the register. He didn't mind as he understood this game, and did as she requested. Only returning after he heard the transactions had been completed. <br><br>Outside the store, Biscuit turned to Natsuki. "So where to next?" he asked. to which Natsuki replied he only had two more stores for their trip. Though Natsuki was quick to point out that the next two stops would be a true test of Ben's mettle. Biscuit wasn't too worried about it. Not after that little show in the clothing store. <br><br>Oh how wrong he was. <br><br>"Natsuki, are you sure about this?" Biscuit yelped as Natsuki drug him inside. Granted, Biscuit could have probably gotten loose, but lets be real. Who would want to? Once inside, Biscuit kept close to Natsuki as he didn't want the girls behind the counter to suspect him of something illicit. Though as Natsuki smirked at him once more. He could not help the shiver going up and down his spine. It excited him to find a girl that was this playful. A lot of the girls in his home town wouldn't be caught dead doing half the stuff that Natsuki did with Biscuit today. She explained that she was on the school swim team and she would be spending a lot of time in the water. She would be using the school sanctioned racing suit most of the time, but wanted a back up in case something happened to it. As well as another for fun. That was where, she explained, he came in. He was to help her chose a suit. Causing poor Biscuit to swallow thickly. <br><br>And so the task of picking out a suit began as Natsuki picked out two similiar and yet very different suits from the racks. Both looked like they would be amazing on her in their own way. Once again, Biscuit swallowed thickly as he looked at the suits, and then to Natsuki as he imagined what they looked like on her. "H-Honestly, I find it hard to tell you. I think they both look good. And I'm sure they'll look good on you, Natsuki. Since you said you already have a one piece, the Bikini may be the way to go. Also, with the mesh one. Wouldn't it leave that pattern on your skin if you try to sun in that?" he asked, bring up a good point about the design. .&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>11-01-2017, 04:48:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Swimsuit store, then outside walking around for a bit, then into a new store<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit, Amaya (m)<br><br>Natsuki chuckled. <strong>“Oh, I’m sure it wouldn’t leave a visible pattern,”</strong> she said, breezily. <strong>“Though it would make for less tanning. Of course, that would only be an issue for anyone actually <em>seeing</em> this much of my skin.”</strong> She patted Biscuit’s cheek, teasingly. <strong>“Since you’re concerned about it, I assume that means you want to be seeing it in the future?”</strong><br><br>He did have a point about already having a one piece. Besides, she wasn’t a kid anymore! It was time for a more mature look. A bikini it was, then!<br><br>But of course, not the one she held in her hand. No, that one had been chosen specifically to torture Biscuit. She wasn’t bold enough to be out in public in <em>that</em>.<br><br>So she set to work looking for a stylish, trendy bikini – something that she could get lots of sun in, but that wasn’t slutty. She wasn’t really an experienced shopper, but luckily something caught her eye (http://www.simplyooh.com/shop/2016-bikini/love-beauty-stylish-2016-black-white-color-block-halter-bikini-push-up-swimwear-lc41249-sexy-bathing-suit-retro-biquinis/).<br><br>While trying it on, she toyed with the idea of giving Biscuit a peek. Ultimately she chickened out, but she rationalized it by saying she didn’t want to have to take off her underwear or socks. Biscuit would have to content himself with <em>imagining</em> her in the suit. For now at least.<br><br>As always, when it came time to pay, she first made sure Biscuit was distracted – by now, he seemed to know the routine well enough that she probably didn’t even need to do anything herself. But this time… something was different.<br><br>It was nothing Natsuki hadn’t experienced before. It didn’t surprise her in the least. Hell, this was exactly why she shopped the way she did. When she tried to pay with her red card… the staff’s attitude <em>changed</em>. Friendly and professional before, then suddenly… cold. And angry.<br><br>They sullenly accepted her money without actually making a scene, but this time Natsuki made sure to take the suit with her… she wouldn’t trust them to have it delivered. And once the transaction was complete, she made sure she and Biscuit beat it the hell out of the store as quickly as they could.<br><br>But once outside, she relaxed again. The crisis was over. Back to enjoying her day.<br><br>And that meant….<br><br><strong>“We have one last stop to make,”</strong> she said, in a tone that <em>sounded</em> innocent … but with a dangerous edge to it calculated to make Biscuit’s skin crawl. <strong>“I’m sure you will be able to handle it, Ben-chan,”</strong> she said in a way that made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t.<br><br>She stubbornly avoided giving him any hints about where they were going next, until suddenly, she stopped and turned to him, in front of no place in particular.<br><br><strong>“I have everything I had originally intended to get,”</strong> she declared. <strong>“But earlier you brought up something that made me realize I may have missed something. And this won’t just be for <em>me</em>. It will also be a gift for Amaya-chan. And maybe if you’re very, very lucky, a gift for you, too.”</strong><br><br>And then she took his wrist, firmly so he wouldn’t be able to escape.<br><br>And then she pointed…<br><br>… at a lingerie store.<br><br>And not just a <em>regular</em> lingerie store. No, this was a store that specialized in <em>erotic</em> lingerie, along with other naughty accessories.<br><br>Before he had a chance to fully process and object, she was already firmly dragging him along into the store.<br><br><strong>“Hm, but what should I get?”</strong> she asked, sweetly, in full torture mode. <strong>“What do you think Amaya-chan would like? Maybe a bodystocking?”</strong> She lifted her leg, and held the material of a sheer bodystocking against the flesh of her bare thigh, as if she were wearing it. <strong>“Maybe a corset, with some fishnet stockings?”</strong> She posed next to a display model in such an outfit, lifting her breasts with her hands to simulate the effect of a corset. <strong>“Ooo, or maybe a harness?”</strong> She moved to a mannequin wearing a strappy leather harness with open cups (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/AugAAOSw1-RUZaOB/s-l400.jpg), then turned to Biscuit, standing beside the mannequin to coax him into picturing her in the outfit, while taunting him by using a finger to tease the mannequin’s exposed nipple. <strong>“What do you think?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-01-2017, 16:14:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Isn't it suppose to be Illegal for a School girl to be<strong> <em>THAT</em></strong> sexy. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit listened as Natsuki teased him about the mesh pattern being too small to really leave a visible pattern, but conceeded that it would make for less tanning. Though she added the only issue would be to anyone that wanted to see her skin. Which could be counted on for pretty much the entire male student body at the school. Though as she reached out, and patted his cheek. Benjamin couldn't help but instinctively lean into that hand. Natsuki's palm felt so soft. Though the tease about him wanting to see it in the future had him biting his lower lip as he tried to think of what to say in reply. Was it a test? Was she trying to see if he was just a normal hormonal teenager like everyone else, or if he could rise above and be what one may call 'Boyfriend" Material. "I would like that." he sheepishly admitted. <br><br>Natsuki would put both swimsuits away, and go searching for one that she really wanted. Allowing Benjamin a moment to relax and compose himself. What she picked out was a rather elegant, and flattering suit. Trimmed in Black, and White, Biscuit would think it would do much to accentuate Natsuki's already dynamite figure. As Natsuki tried on the suit, Biscuit hung around close by to ensure if she needed any help he was there, as well as keep anyone from trying to peek in on her. Disappointingly, she wouldn't model the suit for him but it is what it is. When she came out from the fitting room, Biscuit was there. "So how did it fit?" He asked, trying to make conversation. <br><br>When it came time to pay, Biscuit told Natsuki he'll wait outside so he wouldn't make any of the other customers uncomfortable as he had noticed some weary glances from a couple of the younger girls coming in to pick out their school swimsuits for their school. He didn't have to wait long for Natsuki to come out, but he noticed something appeared off with her before she took a breath and let it out. Instead of prying he just gave her that friendly smile, and hope that whatever it was she left it behind. Natsuki would explain that they had one more stop to make before they can move on to dinner. However it was the way she said it that had his internal Alarm blaring. Particularly when she said she was sure he could handle it. As they walked, he asked about where they were going, but Natsuki would usually answer with a innocent hum. Leaving Biscuit to be both curious, and apprehensive. <br><br>And he had every right to be. <br><br>He stopped when Natsuki stopped. She explained that that they have everything that she originally planned to get, but Biscuit brought up something that caused her to realize what she missed. Something that wasn't just for her, but Amaya, and if the planets, and stars align just perfectly. For him too. Causing Benjamin's eyebrow to raise suspiciously as she took him by the wrist, and suddenly pointed to the shop she wanted to stop at. When Biscuit saw it, his eyes almost bugged out of his head. It was an lingerie shop, and not just any. One that would have put Fredricks of Hollywood to shame. <br><br>Natsuki would not give Benjamin a moment to breath before he was dragged unceremoniously into the store where Natsuki began to play her little game once more. Really, Biscuit could almost see Fox ears, and a tail sticking out of her. if he knew any about Japanese Mythology, he remembered that Foxes were tricky creatures. Once inside, Biscuit had no idea where to look. Everywhere he looked he saw women's unmentionables, and other women that were giving him accusatory eyes. Particularly since he was with a beautiful Japanese woman. Others were visibly uncomfortable, and were moving to parts of the store where he couldn't see them. <br><br>Benjamin turned his attention back to Natsuki as she stood by a mannequin that was wearing a sheer body stocking. Asking what should she get for Amaya-chan. She moved her leg right next to the manniquin, and Biscuit saw that creamy smooth thigh next to the material. Mental images of what that thigh would feel like against his cheek began to manifest in his mind. From the Body Stocking, she moved to the Corset, lifting her ample breasts. Making them look so comfortable to rest his head upon. The final suggestion was a Harness that would have caught any man's attention. Particularly with Natsuki teasing the nipple, causing Biscuit to feel a familiar stirring in his lower region. Swallowing thickly, he had to exert his will over his body to not have a repeat performance from the clothing shop. He took a deep breath to compose himself before he answered Natsuki. <br><br>"To be honest, I'm partial to the corset, and stockings. While it is very erotic, it is also elegant too. Talking with some of the girls at the Ren Faire near my home town. They say the corset also feels good if you have back problems. Keeps your spine in alignment" He began as he stood by the display. "Though they caution against cheap corsets that use plastic ribs. If you're gonna get a corset, make sure it has surgical spring steel for the ribs. As for the Material, Satin is always very pretty with lace trim. Though there is something to be said for Leather." He stated as he approached the harness, and reached out to rub his fingers over the leather, and gave a disapproving shake of his head. "I think this might be too much. Besides, the leather feels cheap. If you rub your fingers on it, it feels dry, and rough. Sure it may soften up with wear, and a lot of elbow grease with some Leather soap, and oil. But good quality leather should feel supple to the touch. Also if you feel the back of the straps, the leather has not been dressed. So if you do wear this for any extended period of time. You'll chafe." He explained before releasing the material. <br><br>On a mannequin next to the harness was another outfit. It was a semi-gloss black leather teddy that came up to the throat in a choker with exposed arms, and shoulders. Just below the throat at the base of hte collar bone, the teddy opened up to give a Peek-a-boo slit that would come down the length of Natsuki's torso and end just below her naval. The slit was trimmed in polished studs to draw the eye. It did not expose her breasts, but it did a similar tease to what Natsuki performed for Biscuit at the first shop. the thighs were high cut, but it wasn't a thong back. The back of the Teddy was laced to adjust the fit. Biscuit approached, and began to inspect the leather. It felt supple, and pliable in his fingers. No hint of stiffness, or cracking of the leather. the inside felt smooth, and there was some material to prevent chafing in the sensitive areas. "See? This is some good quality leather, and is designed to be comfortable for awhile." He explained as he offered Natsuki to look at it herself. "Wear this, that floral lace body stocking, and some thigh high leather heeled boots. If that doesn't get a reaction out of Amaya, then we need to check her pulse." Biscuit stated. <br><br>It would be about this time that a Sales woman ventured over to the pair. She appeared to be in her Early to mid twenties with a coal ash pencil miniskirt was just high enough to show the tops of her thigh high stockings and black garters. A tailored matching Jacket was worn up top and it was left unbuttoned enough to display that she was wearing what appeared to be a black satin, and lace teddy. Her breasts just covered by the Jacket's lapels. She gave Natsuki a warm smile. "Welcome, and good afternoon Ma'am, and..." She started to say with a warm, and welcoming tone before her eyes fell upon Benjamin "...<em>sir</em>." saying that last word as if she had a rather unpleasant taste in her mouth. "How may I assist you two today?" She asked, directing the question entirely to Natsuki.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 03:56:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Erotic lingerie store<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit, Amaya (m)<br><br>The tables were turned completely. Natsuki had thought she was in perfect control of the situation, leading poor Biscuit along like a dog on a leash. She thought he was completely in her thrall, and too embarrassed by their surroundings to do anything about it.<br><br>But to her enormous shock, he actually replied.<br><br>And not only that, he replied in astonishing detail, with such casual openness about such a lewd topic that <em>Natsuki</em> was the one who ended up embarrassed into silence. In fact, he spoke with thoughtful authority, as if these things that she thought were so embarrassing were actually no big deal for him. Her cheeks went bright red, and her eyes went wide.<br><br>It only got worse when he actually stepped forward and started touching the <em>extremely</em> lewd harness, studying it with a practised eye, offering insightful opinions about it. Natsuki’s jaw dropped.<br><br><em>And it still got worse</em>, because of what he was saying – easily talking about having her wear the item for long periods of time, and offhandedly talking about it making her skin chafe. Natsuki’s legs just about gave out at that point.<br><br>But he wasn’t done yet! Because <em>then</em> he went on to suggest an alternative… naturally a <em>raunchy</em> alternative, because that’s more or less all that was available in the store. And for the cherry on top, he suggested that she actually <em>would</em> be wearing it for Amaya… and that it would have an <em>effect</em>.<br><br>She was frozen. Stunned. She was in a state of shock. She wouldn’t have been surprised if she was sweating, or trembling. All she could say in response was a hoarsely squeaked: <strong>“Hm.”</strong><br><br>It was a masterful victory. He’d beaten her soundly at her own game. She’d tried to embarrass him into catatonia… he’d turned the tables on her. Now <em>he</em> was completely in control of the situation, with <em>her</em> floundering along for his amusement.<br><br>And just when Natsuki thought it was all over, the sales associate showed up. Natsuki turned to look at her… and <em>goodness</em>, what she was wearing. It hammered home just what kind of store she’d walked into… and what kind of look <em>she</em> would be sporting if she bought anything here.<br><br>Natsuki immediately made a choking sound, and had to brace herself against the nearest mannequin… grabbing its boob. She sputtered and stammered as she tried to right herself and recover her dignity, but she knew her face was bright, guilty red, and that she was shaking and sweating. Hell, she might even have a nosebleed.<br><br>In a shaky, small voice, she stammered: <strong>“I’ll just get whatever <em>he</em> wants.”</strong><br><br>Natsuki was too off-balanced to notice, but at her words, a shadow crossed the saleswoman’s eyes. It was as if what Natsuki had said had angered her.<br><br>But she kept doing her job, despite that. The only sign that something had changed was that there was now a cold-burning rage hidden subtly in the saleswoman’s manner.<br><br>But Natsuki was too oblivious to notice the change in attitude. The saleswoman took note of the items Biscuit had picked out, then pulled Natsuki aside to measure her. Natsuki, still disoriented by the sudden turn, remained silent as the woman made her lift her arms, then measured around her chest and torso.<br><br>Natsuki didn’t need to try on the teddy once she was measured, which was for the best. She was <em>far</em> too embarrassed – which would likely cause problems wearing it later, but for now, served mostly to increase the slow-burning rage in the saleswoman. The saleswoman seemed to have gotten it into her head that Biscuit was somehow forcing Natsuki into buying a lewd outfit. She kept throwing dirty glares his way, but Natsuki continued to be nervous and oblivious.<br><br>She didn’t have to try on the teddy – or the bodystocking, thankfully – but she did have to try on the boots. That was not <em>too</em> much for Natsuki… though seeing the boot on her leg brought a fresh blush to her face.<br><br>Having collected the outfit Biscuit had recommended, and wanting to get out quickly before anything else embarrassing happened, Natsuki hastily attempted to pay for everything. The saleswoman, still seething, dutifully put everything in the bag, and held up the pay terminal for Natsuki’s card.<br><br>Natsuki drew her red card and tapped it on the terminal to pay … and that’s when all hell broke loose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 17:10:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Huh? A problem?....<strong>RUN AWAY RUN AWAY!!! </strong><br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit wasn't trying to beat Natsuki at her game, he was honestly trying to help her. Which probably made everything he said, and did that much worse. When he was finished, Natsuki was barely one step above a sputtering mess. She would tell the sales woman that she would take the three items that Benjamin pointed out. Now leaving her the task of measuring Natsuki for both the Body stocking, and the leather teddy. All the while Biscuit tried actively to not "Look" at anything in particular. Finding the scene outside the window to be of particular interest. So as the Sales woman took her measurements, and tried her damnedest to melt Biscuit into a puddle of goo. <br><br>The only time that Biscuit looked back during the fitting was when Natsuki was trying on the boots. They were made of soft supple lambs skin leather, and polished to a high sheen. They seemed to mold to the curve of her calves, and caressed around her thighs. Drawing the eye of the observer, and displaying Natsuki's long legs. The black polished leather contrasting perfectly with the creamy smooth whiteness of her fair skin. Biscuit blushed a bit as he saw just how pretty Natsuki's legs look. "They look very nice on you, Natsuki." He said bashfully as he scratched at his cheek and not stare too hard. Though this got the Sales lady to let out a disgusted "Tch" under her breath. <br><br>The Sales lady would gather the desired clothing to bag at the counter, once more leaving Biscuit to gravitate towards the door so that Natsuki could pay in privacy as she desired over the course of the entire day. However, it would not be as peaceful as it had been at the previous shops. No sooner than Natsuki reached out to tap her red card on the terminal than the Saleswoman snatched at her wrist. "<strong>WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?</strong>" She shrieked in disgust, ripping the card away from the terminal before the transaction could be completed. Biscuit spun around as he heard that shout, and saw the Salewoman leaning over the counter looking like she was ready to attack Natsuki. "How dare you enter my store you retched little witch!" She seethed. <br><br>Biscuit wasn't the only one that heard the shriek. Outside three young men were just departing the shopping district. One of them was the boyfriend of the saleswoman from the swimsuit store that gave Natsuki such a disgusted look when she purchased her swimsuit. He was dropping off her dinner, and stealign a few kisses before departing. He, and his friends were very much anti-Abnormals. As they passed the Lingerie shop, they heard the shriek and dashed into investigate. What they say was Saleswoman holding Natsuki, her red Card out on full display. A large Gaijin between them, and the counter looking very confused. When the sales woman saw the three men enter, she started to shout something at them while jabbing an accousatory finger at both Natsuki, and Benjamin. Biscuit didn't understand what she was screaming, but the twisting of the men's faces into disgusted rage was more than enough to tell him that both He, and Natsuki needed to get the hell out of Dodge. For while Biscuit did not know how many of these men it would take to kick his ass. He could clearly see how many they were willing to use. <br><br>Biscuit reached out, and grabbed what looked like a very expensive fixture, and yanked it down between him, and the three men. It landed with a loud crash between the two groups. However, Benjamin wasn't wasting any time. Spinning on his heel he ran towards the counter where the Saleswoman was holding onto Natsuki's wrist as tightly as she can. Biscuit reached out, and grabbed the saleswoman's wrist, and clamped down on it with his left hand. Causing the older woman to let out a yelp of pain and release Natsuki's hand. There would be some bruising for the older woman, but natsuki was free. Was a pity too, Benjamin thought the saleswoman was pretty. However, now was not the time to be ogling older women. Biscuit took Natsuki's hand, and snatched up the bag with her swimsuit off the counter. "We're getting out of here." he declared, before dragging Natsuki towards the emergency exit in the back. <br><br>Biscuit threw his entire bulk against the emergency exit, his arm pressing the release panel that allowed the door to open. The Fire alarm began to wail, only adding to the chaotic cacophony of the disastrous shopping excursion. Just behind them, they can hear the shouting and screaming of both male, and female voices. The two found themselves in what looked like an Alley way. To the Left was the store front, and the shortest distance to Biscuit's bike. However, the screaming, and the fire alarm was attracting a lot of attention. No way a fat foreigner dragging a beautiful Japanese girl behind him was not going to attract attention, and possibly the wrong conclusions. So it would appear their only avenue was to the right. "This way!" he called back to Natsuki as he started off down the right, his hand still holding onto hers. Just behind them the drumming of pursuing feet told them that they were being chased. <br><br>Biscuit ran as hard as he could, but a runner he wasn't. Even ducking down several connecting alleys didn't prevent their pursuers from closing the distance. Making one last left, Benjamin prayed for their deliverance. What the two found was a dead end with a high brick wall. "<em>Fuck!</em>" Benjamin cursed as he glanced back to the mouth of the alley, and saw one of the men peeking around the corner before he heard some whispering. "Stay behind me, Natsuki." Biscuit instructed as he quickly looked around for anything to use to fend off what is appearing to be a savage attack. From a nearby dumpster, a piece of 1"x 4" wood board jutted out. Biscuit reached for it, and found it was about three feet long, and broken off at the end. It wasn't much, but it was certainly much better than nothing. Benjamin brandished the board before him like a Samurai sword. His heart was pounding in his chest from all the physical exertion, and adrenaline. "Natsuki...you may be able to climb the dumpster to get over the wall. Don't worry about me, and go. I'll hold them off as long as I can. You just get away to some place safe."&nbsp; Biscuit stated over his shoulder even as he kept seeing the men peeking down the alleyway. What were they waiting for? Where they waiting on friends? Biscuit tried to be brave, and composed. But the truth was he was afraid. Afraid of getting hurt in a foreign country, Afraid that because he insisted that he help Natsuki she was going to get hurt, or even <em>worse</em>. He tightened his grip on the board, but he could feel his hands trembling. Possibly his whole body. He swallowed thickly, and waited for that looked like was the inevitable beating that was to come. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>13-01-2017, 03:44:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Erotic lingerie store... then running through alleys... then a blind alley... then a rooftop<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki should have been ready for it. But her mortification at being outplayed at her own “embarrassment game”, coupled with the still echoing shy blush after Biscuit complimented her in the boots, had her off balance. The saleswoman had a firm grip on her wrist before Natsuki was even aware of the danger.<br><br>By the time Natsuki got over the initial shock, Biscuit had surely already seen the red card. She cursed to herself. Oh well, that ship has sailed. That can’t be fixed.<br><br>But the problem of being held fast still needed dealing with. She was far too savvy to outright attack the saleswoman. Even if it was perfectly justified – and it certainly was, in this case – it would boil down to her word against the saleswoman … the word of a level-3 Abnormal against a non-Abnormal businesswoman. That was a fight that there was no way she could win. Had she been prepared – as she had been at all the previous stops – she could go intangible and walk away before the saleswoman could react. But she hadn’t been prepared this time. She cursed herself for her carelessness.<br><br>She started concentrating, preparing in her head the incantation she used before going intangible. She blocked out whatever Biscuit was doing behind her – she would have to deal with explaining things to him, but that wasn’t the immediate problem, so she put it aside in her mind. She started mentally itemizing everything she needed to bring with her, but she kept hearing shouting and loud noises behind her that broke her concentration, forcing her to start over. <em>Come on!</em> she chided herself. <em>Concentrate! From the top: four hairpins, two earrings, blouse, ribbon, blazer, ….</em><br><br>But she never managed to get through it, finally being jolted out of her concentration by Biscuit grabbing the woman’s wrist. She was free, but now they were in serious trouble – probably more than Biscuit realized.<br><br>She didn’t argue when he grabbed her and ran for it. That seemed the only sane course of action at the moment. She had no idea how quickly he could get his bike started, but at the moment it seemed like their best chance.<br><br>Unfortunately, that avenue of escape seemed blocked. So it was on to plan B… blindly run away from their pursuers, hoping to shake them.<br><br>For a moment, she thought that plan might even work. Then they found themselves in a blind alley.<br><br>Biscuit realized their plight at the same moment she did. However, he decided that the only way out was to fight. Natsuki bit her lip. It would be so easy to follow his instructions… to scale the wall and run… to never reveal that she was a freak.<br><br>But she couldn’t live with herself if she abandoned him like that.<br><br>So what she did next… would probably shock the hell out of the poor boy.<br><br>Without a word of warning, she started thrusting her hands into his pockets… all of his pockets, one by one, reaching into them fumbling around with the items inside, then moving on to the next pocket.<br><br><strong>“Bi-su-ki-to-san,”</strong> she murmured, in a quavering, nervous voice. <strong>“I’m sorry. Please, trust me.”</strong><br><br>Rapidly she felt her way through all of his pockets. Then she got even <em>more</em> invasive, bending down and lifting up the cuffs of his jeans to look at his socks, and even reaching into the waistband of his jeans and pulling them aside so she see his underwear.<br><br>There was a shout from the entrance of the alley. Apparently their pursuers had regrouped, and now they were approaching.<br><br>Meanwhile, Natsuki was frantically but methodically poking her fingers into every nook and cranny of Biscuit’s outfit. It was like a pat-down to search for weapons, done to the extreme, because Natsuki was not just looking for weapons, she was itemizing every single item of clothing he was wearing, every single item in his pockets, and every single accessory he was wearing.<br><br>Several people poured into the alley, completely blocking any escape. They approached slowly, fanning out, taking advantage of their superior numbers, wary of the board Biscuit was still holding.<br><br>Natsuki either found everything she was looking for in her desperate search of Biscuit’s person, or decided there was no more time to look. She pressed against Biscuit, keeping a tight grip on him, eyes squeezed shut as if she were desperately trying to tune out the world around her. Her lips moved slightly, as if she were reciting something to herself.<br><br>Their attackers closed in very slowly, wordlessly coordinating as they approached. Their primary concern was Biscuit’s “weapon”, but with Natsuki pressed against his side, his options for using it were limited. Nevertheless, no one wanted to be the person to take a hit from it, so they moved in carefully, hoping to stymie his efforts to swing the board and defend himself, and overpower him all at once.<br><br>But they stopped their approach abruptly when Natsuki moved.<br><br>She stepped between Biscuit and the attackers, her back to them, and threw her arms around Biscuit’s shoulder, pressing her body against his. <strong>“Trust me,”</strong> she whispered one last time.<br><br>With Natsuki in that position, the attackers realized Biscuit would be helpless to defend himself, so they surged.<br><br>And then… something very peculiar would happen.<br><br>To Biscuit, it would almost feel like the entire world suddenly went slightly out of tune. Sounds would become muffled, and distant. Everything he could see would be come blurry, as if everything in his vision except Natsuki had started vibrating at a high frequency. Indeed, he would feel a kind of warm vibration in his own body.<br><br>Even stranger, the board he was holding seemed to just fall right out of his grip. No, rather, it seemed to fall <em>through</em> his grip.<br><br>It clattered to the ground, along with the tinkle of other items: some coins, a few hair pins, a 10 mm socket that had been hidden deep in one of Biscuit’s pockets.<br><br>The attackers froze in their charge, stunned, and though they were looking right at Biscuit and Natsuki, it was like they couldn’t see them. They looked around, confused.<br><br><strong>“Don’t make a sound,”</strong> Natsuki whispered.<br><br>But in doing so, she violated her own advice.<br><br>“I can hear them!” one attacker cried. “They’re still here! They must just be invisible!”<br><br>So they charged again, swinging blindly with punches and kicks at the place they had last seen Natsuki and Biscuit. Alarming some of their swings went right <em>through</em> Natsuki and Biscuit. Biscuit would feel nothing but an odd pressure, and a slight tingle, as the swings passed through him, but his clothes and Natsuki’s hair would react to the breeze as they passed.<br><br>Natsuki realized that simply waiting, invisible and intangible, would not be good enough. They needed to escape. So she looked up… and then Biscuit would feel himself being lifted up into the air by some invisible force.<br><br>They rose out of the crowd of blindly swinging attackers leisurely into the air, rising up, up, higher and higher, until they were several storeys up. They rose all the way to the rooftop of the building, then glided gracefully to a gentle landing on top.<br><br>And then the strange muffling of sound and fuzzing of vision ended, and Biscuit would hear and feel the crunch of the rooftop’s gravel beneath his and Natsuki’s feet, and the chill breeze of the rooftop air.<br><br>Natsuki would sigh with relief, and Biscuit would feel her physically relax again him. But… she didn’t let him go. She remained standing on her toes, leaning her body against his, her arms around his neck.<br><br>In fact, Biscuit would find that he was physically unable to remove any of his clothes, or any of the items from his pockets, and – most importantly – anywhere he was touching Natsuki, he would be unable to remove himself.<br><br>Natsuki herself was blushing furiously, her face only millimetres from Biscuit’s, desperately avoiding his eyes. Every few seconds she would try again to unwrap her arms from around his shoulders, or pull her chest away from his. But she couldn’t.<br><br><strong>“It… I…,”</strong> she stammered. <strong>“This won’t last long! It just… it just takes minute… then we can… we can… move again.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-01-2017, 20:25:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Natsume (m), Ryuuji (m), Amaya (m) Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong><strong>RUN AWAY RUN AWAY!!! </strong>....Holy <strong>S</strong>ugar<strong> H</strong>oney <strong>I</strong>ce <strong>T</strong>ea<br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Many times in a young man's life they dream of being the valiant hero that saves the beautiful damsel in distress from a horrible fate. To accept her praise, love, and heart before departing into the sunset leaving a legend in his wake. However, what those fantasies often exclude was the royal ass beating that normally comes from trying to live out those fantasies. To say that Benjamin was scared was an understatement. He was not a violent person, nor a confrontational person. He would rather laugh, and joke while sitting on a front porch on a summer's afternoon with friends than to get into rowdy fights. <br><br>Yet, here he was staring down a growing pack of young men that seemed to want "Street Justice" against him and/or Natsuki for some precieved crime that he was not aware of. Biscuit's heart raced as he felt a cold sweat begin to build along his brow, and the back of his neck. that board in his hand trembled as his knuckles turned white from how tightly he was gripping it. He never thought his time in Japan would end up like this, but at least he made a couple of friends here. Well if he could actually call Ryuuji, Natsuki, Amaya, and Natsume friends. He would like to, but he just wasn't sure if that was the right way to put it. <br><br>As the men started to form at the mouth of the alley, Benjamin was about to shout his best threat but all that came out was a shocked yelp as he felt a pair of hands that did not belong to him suddenly dive into his pockets. He wanted to turn to see who, or what it was but he dared not turn away from the growing mob. Natsuki would whisper to him to trust her, but he really wanted to ask what she was doing. Particularly since her hands came really close to a part of him that would have reacted quite strongly to a woman's touch. Another started squeak would slip from his lips as he felt her yank on his waistband for her to see that Leopard print silk boxers. His cheeks blushing at the fact that Natsuki knows now. Though the humor may not be as apparent in this current situation. <br><br>Suddenly, Natsuki finished her pat down, and threw herself at Benjamin, his left arm instinctively wrapping around her waist to keep her close. The board held out menacingly before him and her, but considering she was severely limiting his movements, the group was embolden to attack. She requested him to trust her once more as he gritted his teeth watching the attackers rush them now. <br><br>Yet suddenly the world seemed to shift, and become muffled. Biscuit blinked as he watched the board fall from his hand only to clatter on the ground. "Wha..." he was about to say, but Natsuki told him not to make a sound. Which appeared to be just enough sound for the others to realize they were still there. Biscuit heard them call out that they were invisible and the men began to swing wildly around. Some of the fists even sailed clear through His, and Natsuki's heads. Leaving a weird pressure where it passed through his face. <br><br>If that had been the strangest thing, Biscuit might have just calked it up to the most interesting date ever. However, next thing he knew Natsuki looked up and now they were going up. Like if they were on an elevator. Biscuit was about to let out a yelp, but remembering Natsuki's warning, kept silent. Soon the two were deposited upon a nearby roof, the sounds of the men still swinging wildly could still be heard, but for the moment they were safe. <br><br>Biscuit turned his attention back to Natsuki as she relaxed against him. Biscuit tried to shift around, and move his arm from her waist so she wouldn't get the wrong idea, but found that he physically couldn't move his arm...or his body! What was going on!? He could feel her try to pull away as well, but couldn't.&nbsp; He placed his right hand upon her shoulder to see if they could be separated, but Natsuki seemed to understand what was going on. She told him it would take a moment, but they'll be free free of each other soon. <br><br>Biscuit wanted to ask so many questions right at that moment. What did she do!? Why couldn't they separate!? Many more. However, the look on her face and the knowledge of what they just went through silenced those questions. He can ask them later, if Natsuki wanted a "Later" with him and her. Right now that was probably the very last thing she needed. Instead he let out a deep sigh before speaking. "Everything will be okay, Natsuki. We're safe." he promised her. His other arm that had been loose the entire time coming around and began to rub up, and down her back gently. He hoped he was comforting her. He gave her a soft smile. "Everything will be okay." he repeated, hoping it would help her. Noticing she was standing on her tip toes, he tried something. Gingerly he leaned back a bit hoping to pick her up off the ground. "Set the balls of your feet on my boots. Don't worry, they're steel toe so you can't hurt me. That way you won't have to stand on your tip toes." he explained before gingerly setting back her down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 03:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop of a store building<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>The tension quickly returned to Natsuki’s body, as the seconds ticked by and she was still stuck to Biscuit. How long would this last!? Normally it was over in under a minute, but one time she’d been stuck to a fellow thief for almost an hour! Her partner been livid, too – they managed to steal what they came for, but her partner blamed Natsuki for almost blowing it, and even accused Natsuki of faking being stuck, or deliberately making it last longer than necessary, as some sort of twisted plot against her. She’d never worked with Natsuki again.<br><br>Is that how Biscuit would react? First of all, how would he react to learning she was a freak? Even if he could accept that, what must he be thinking about the fact that she’d <em>adhered</em> herself to him. Would he believe it wasn’t in her control?<br><br>But that wasn’t the most pressing concern for Natsuki at the moment. The most pressing concern was that he was <em>moving</em>.<br><br><strong>“Ano~,”</strong> she said, in a soft, nervous whisper against his shoulder. <strong>“C-could you not…?”</strong> … <em>move</em> your body so much, she wanted to say. She could feel every beat of his heart, and every breath, through her chest pressed against his. And every time his muscles coiled and uncoiled against her, it sent ripples of… pleasure? No! Don’t think that! <em>Sensation</em>. It sent ripple of <em>sensation</em> racing through her body.<br><br>But as much as she refused admit it, she <em>liked</em> the sensation of his big, strong hands rubbing her back. She could almost melt into bliss at the sensation. And when he spoke, the rumbling of his voice felt through her chest made her― oh, no, no, <em>no</em>, <em>definitely</em> don’t think that.<br><br>And then, worst of all, he <em>lifted</em> her. That effectively pressed her against him even <em>more</em> while she was raised into the air. She blinded poked about with her toes desperately until she found his, but even after he lowered her weight, the lingering, pulsing <em>warmth</em> of the pressure of his body against hers lingered.<br><br>She squeezed her eyes shut and trembled slightly. Don’t think of it! Think of something else! Baseball! That’s it; think of baseball! Okay, the, uh, ball, goes down, uh centre court and, uh…. Okay, not baseball; think of something you actually know something about!<br><br>Ironically, it did the trick. The distraction was enough to calm her emotions. She wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but suddenly she realized they were free.<br><br>She jumped back quickly, breathing hard. Just like when she dismounted his bike, her whole body was trembling, and she had difficulty standing. She had to bend over slightly, to catch her breath.<br><br><strong>“Okay,”</strong> she said, in a hurry to change the subject. <strong>“I think I know where your bike is from here. We only have to do this… just one more time.”</strong><br><br>She tried to look at him without actually looking at him, avoiding his eyes shamefully. <strong>“I― this time… I’ll… touch you… in a place where I would be touching you when we’re on the bike. So that… so that… when we go solid again… even if my hand is stuck to you, it will be okay; we can still ride and get away from the area.”</strong><br><br><strong>“They… they won’t want the cops involved,”</strong> she continued, stammering and mumbling. She didn’t want them involved either. <strong>“If we just… slip away… they’d probably rather let it drop. So… so let’s just slip away. I’ll just… touch you… and… and float us down to your bike… then we can get on quickly… and get away.”</strong><br><br>She was too proud and stubborn to beg, but there was a pleading tone in her words. Would he <em>want</em> to turn her in? Or perhaps even leave her to the crowd? And even if he didn’t, would he want anything more to do with her at all? Would he consent to letting her touch him to make them intangible again? Would he let her touch him again <em>ever</em>?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 01:34:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Parking Lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong><br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit continued to rub Natsuki's back even after he set her on the top of his boots so she wouldn't have to strain her calves. Though he wasn't really aware of how much of an effect his touch and his words were having on her, and not in sense he wanted them to at least. It was actually making things worse. Had he had known, he would have ceased immediately, not wanting to prolong their contact any further. Not because he disliked the closeness. Who wouldn't want to be so close to such a pretty girl. He could actually feel the generous swells of her breasts pressing against his chest. And it was only emphasized every time she took a breath. <br><br>Biscuit turned his head slightly to her to see if what he was doing was helping at all. Yet, he saw her eyes were jammed shut, and could feel just a slight trembling as he thought her saw her lips move. Whatever she was doing, it seemed to do the trick as he felt the pressure of them together slacken a bit when her power finally died down. She would quickly jump back from him when she figured it out, and belt over to take a breath, and regain her composure. Biscuit wanted to approach and make sure she was alright, but given what happened today, he didn't have a clue how to begin. It was just like with Natsume yesterday when she disclosed how she was&nbsp; a lvl 3&nbsp; abnormal. So he only gave her her space, and time to recompose herself. <br><br>Natsuki, once she managed to catch her breath, quickly outlined a plan that would get them back to Biscuit's bike, and out here as quickly as possible. Even taking into consideration being adhered to each other. Though the way she spoke seemed to show that she had no confidence in how the situation is going to play out between him, and her. Whether or not He would allow her to touch him again, or he would be be willing to go along with this plan at all. For Biscuit, He didn't see any other way off this roof without calling the fire department, and that would take a lot of explaining on how he got up there in the first place. From a logical standpoint there wasn't much of an option for him other than to trust Natsuki. <br><br>Biscuit took a couple of steps towards Natsuki, and reached out to take her hand. With a deep breath, he looked into her eyes. "Okay. I trust you. Lets get down from here, and we can go find a place for a bit to eat, and talk about what happened." He stated. His voice calm, and friendly. Biscuit liked to think he was an easy going fella, and not let much rock his boat. Over the past handful of hours, he found he liked Natsuki and hoped she would be a good friend for him. "Just tell me what you need me to do to help." He stated. <br><br>Once into position, the world seemed to take that 'Out-of-phase" Appearance once more and they floated off the roof. Biscuit held his arms out so not to accidentally touch Natsuki and get stuck like before. Though in the position he was imagining in his mind, he couldn't help a certain Celine Dion Song from a movie about an ill-fated trip across the Atlantic upon a ship that was reported "unsinkable". He chuckled softly to his mind as the chorus played out in his mind. <br><br>They would land close enough to Biscuit's bike that it was easy to get on. Natsuki's swimsuit quickly stashed into one of the saddlebags. One would have expected the old shovel to be petulant about such a quick start, but it seemed to know the will of its master and fired right up. the throbbing vibrations rippling through the frame, and seats of the old motorcycle. Biscuit spared a glance back to ensure Natsuki was able to get on, and situate herself before He pulled in the clutch, and rolled on the throttle. The bike easily pulled away from the curb. The Shopping district quickly becoming a shrinking image in the rear view mirror. <br><br>Once Biscuit was sure they were far enough away, he eased the throttle back to more of a sedate pace as he leaned back just a bit, and let out a sigh of relief. "Looks like we got away Natsuki." he called back to the girl on the back, a beaming smile upon his lips&nbsp; as he held up a "Thumbs Up" for her to show that they were out of the woods. <br><br>As the two approached the outskirts of the town, Biscuit pulled over into the parking lot of what looked like a nice diner. The smells in the air were mouthwatering, and the parking lot was modestly full. Showing that the food must be pretty good. Putting up to a spot close to the door, Biscuit set the side stand down and cut off the bike. "We should be good now. How about we get something to eat. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry. Tell you what, Dinner is on me tonight." he declared as he gave her a big smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>19-01-2017, 02:37:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop of a store building... then floating invisibly through the shopping district... then riding with Biscuit... then outside a diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform... later the same, with something important missing<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki visibly relaxed when Biscuit accepted her plan. More importantly, he didn’t seem too upset about what she was, and what they’d gotten into because of that. Or at least so it seemed – it may just be possible she wasn’t reading his foreign mannerisms correctly.<br><br>She got into position behind him, and reached one arm around his waist – the way it would be if she were riding behind him, holding onto him. She tried to make as little contact as possible; enough that she could bring him along with her, but as little as possible to avoid too much issue when they got stuck together. Only touching his jacket would suffice: she touches his jacket which touches him… the connection was made. Once they went intangible, there wouldn’t be an issue; all that mattered was what she was touching the moment they went intangible.<br><br>She still had the list of things he was wearing and carrying fresh in her mind, so she started reciting mentally as she touched his jacket. And then… once again they were intangible and invisible.<br><br>Right away she started floating them off the rooftop, but she was momentarily distracted by the sound of fabric falling. She looked back at where she had been standing… and saw to her horror that she had been so focused on bringing through everything <em>Biscuit</em> was wearing that she forgot to fully itemize everything <em>she</em> had been wearing. Luckily Biscuit was too focused on the sensation of flying to notice they’d left a pair of panties behind them.<br><br>She floated them off the building, and down to street level, casually passing through pedestrians and other items on the street as she made her way toward the goal. Nobody could see them, and if they felt them it would just be as a strange sense of a warm breeze passing through their bodies.<br><br>Finally they came to the bike, and Natsuki brought them to a gentle landing right next to it, then re-solidified them. If anyone noticed the pair popping out of nowhere, they didn’t make a fuss about it. With one hand attached to Biscuit’s jacket, and the other firmly holding her skirt down, she took her place behind Biscuit on the bike, and then they were off. Their pursuers were probably still swinging blindly in the alley to find them, or at least they hadn’t got around to thinking about the bike, if they even knew about it. No one seemed to pay them any mind at all, as they rode away.<br><br>To be honest, what Natsuki wanted more than anything else was to get back to her room, lock herself in, and curl up alone. But Biscuit wanted food, and she didn’t dare argue anything – it felt like enough of a stretch to have him go along with her escape plan. Though, she <em>was</em> hungry.<br><br>And the diner seemed like a relatively safe place to talk things through. He probably wouldn’t have brought her here if he intended to yell at her.<br><br>By now she was no longer stuck to him, so the only challenge was getting off the bike. All the comfort and familiarity with the manoeuvre that she’d gained during the day was lost now, because of the lack of underwear. Once again, it was a quick, awkward manoeuvre to swing her leg over, without lifting it <em>too</em> much. But it worked… she hoped.<br><br>Now the <em>really</em> awkward part began.<br><br><strong>“You don’t have to do this,”</strong> she mumbled, miserably. <strong>“You know what I am now. It’s nice that you’re not angry about it, but you don’t have to force yourself. Today was all my fault. You could have really been hurt, and it was all my fault.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-01-2017, 04:20:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Diner parking lot.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, Afternoon ----&gt; early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong><br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit stopped his approach to the diner when he heard Natsuki mumble that he didn't have to do this. He turned to look at her as she went on to say that he knew what she was now, and while she was happy he wasn't angry. He didn't have to force himself to hang out with her. That he could have gotten seriously hurt. Biscuit took a breath before turning around and placing his large hand upon the top of Natsuki's head. He rubbed softly back, and forth like he would for his little sisters back home when either one was upset. The warm smile never leaving his lips as he placed his fingers underneath Natsuki's chin and tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. "You're right. I don't <em>Have</em> to do this. I <em>want</em> to!" He chirped warmly before pulling his fingers away from her chin. "Besides, it would not have been the first fight I've been in." He stated before taking Natsuki's hand in his Before leading her towards the door. "And you're right. I do know what you are. You're cute." He said with a teasing lilt to his words as he reached for the door.<br><br>Opening the door, the two were greeted with the usual Family diner affair. Booths line the parameter of the establishment with a couple of tables in the middle. Two to three college aged women trotting around bring out orders, and taking them as people ate their food in relative peace. It was a rather relaxing scene. A waitress would quickly trot up to the two. "Good evening. Please follow me." She stated as she started to lead them to a table in the middle of the room. Though Biscuit quickly motioned for the booth in the corner away from everyone. Figuring that Natsuki would like to have a bit more space than normal. The waitress smiled, and nodded as she led the two over to the booth. Biscuit would let Natsuki take a seat before taking a seat to keep an eye on the door, and the rest of the restaurant. "What would you both like to drink?" The waitress asked. "Coke's fine for me please." Biscuit replied. The waitress would then turn to Natsuki for her selection. <br><br>Once the drink orders were taken and the waitress departed the table, Biscuit finally relaxed as he leaned against the table. He was quiet for several long minutes as he tried to organize his thoughts. What happened today was big, and couldn't simply be swept under the rug. Yet, remembering what happened with Natsume yesterday, he was sure he didn't want to make Natsuki feel worse than she already did. With another deep breath, he finally spoke "Natsuki, I'll let you know that before coming here to Denai, I've never met a Abnormal before. All I knew was what they threw out on the TV. Since coming, I met three others aside from you. One that even claims she is a "Class Three" or something. I'm enjoying hanging out with you. You're fun, and today was the exact opposite of boring Even after what happened today, I want to be your friend, and go riding my bike with you. I hope that is okay." Biscuit stated as he began to twiddle his thumbs together nervously. He wasn't sure what to say about what happened, but he wanted Natsuki to know that he wasn't blaming her. He also wanted her to know he would like to remain friends, if that is possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>21-01-2017, 03:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Booth in a diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without panties<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki blinked in surprise and blushed when Biscuit put his hand on her head, like he was comforting a child. Well, looking at the height difference between the two, that’s probably how she looked to him. She wanted to protest that she wasn’t exactly <em>short</em>… but in context, that would have been a weak point to make.<br><br>Then he took her chin, and that was even <em>more</em> surprising and embarrassing. She looked into his eyes with her eyes wide with shock, and cheeks bright red with blush. By the time he called her “cute” and grabbed her hand, all she could muster was a sputtered: <strong>“<em>B-baka!</em>”</strong> But she let herself be led into the restaurant.<br><br>She allowed him to lead her into the restaurant, though the whole time her face was bright red because of the fact he was holding her hand. When he asked the waitress for a private booth, she smiled with a look that made Natsuki wonder if it was possible to literally die of embarrassment.<br><br>For whatever reason, Ben had the foresight to seat them with her back to the room… so she wouldn’t have to see that everyone could see <em>her</em>… and him… together… in a private booth….<br><br>She shook her head violently to derail that train of thought, then was caught unprepared by the waitress’s question. She stared for a moment like a deer in headlights, before shyly looking away and mumbling: <strong>“… same… please.”</strong><br><br>There was a long, nervous silence – nervous for <em>her</em>, anyway. Biscuit seemed quite calm. After a few moments, she wondered if she should say something… just to break the silence. But she had no idea what to say.<br><br>Thankfully, he seemed to finally organize his thoughts, and started speaking… but of course, it was <em>that</em> topic. The nervous shyness drained out of Natsuki, and her shoulders slumped. She really didn’t want to talk about this stuff, of course. But… it needed to be discussed.<br><br><strong>“<em>Level</em> three,”</strong> Natsuki corrected, in a soft voice, with a cool familiarity with the term that was unnerving. <strong>“<em>Threat</em> level three,”</strong> she added.<br><br>She wouldn’t meet his eyes, looking at the table, the wall, anything she could find an excuse to look at. She leaned back in her seat, hands folded on her lap.<br><br><em>This would be easier if you hated me,</em> she thought. <em>Or feared me.</em><br><br>So she fixed her eyes on his, burning with cold heat. It was the look she’d adopted in lock-up to hold the guards and other threats at bay; a look that screamed danger and barely restrained violence.<br><br><strong>“That’s the highest threat level for freaks,”</strong> she said, coldly. <strong>“At least the highest for freaks allowed to live. It means potentially extreme threat to humans and human safety, usually coupled with a demonstrated attitude that suggests a will to use their power in such a way. For example….”</strong><br><br>She leaned forward slowly, never taking her eyes with their intense, threatening gaze off of his.<br><br><strong>“… an abnormal with the power,”</strong> she said in an icy tone, <strong>“to reach into your chest, and squeeze your heart, stopping it from beating, while leaving no traces.”</strong><br><br>Of course, Natsuki could not really do that. If she tried to reach into his chest while insubstantial, all she’d be able to do is wave her fingers through his heart, insubstantially. If she tried to make her hand solid while inside his chest, her hand would be violently thrown out as it solidified, mostly like wrenching her joints, possibly even dislocating or breaking something.<br><br>But he wouldn’t know that.<br><br>She leaned slowly back in her seat, then looked away again, trying hard to keep her expression hard, and cold. <strong>“You are a nice person, Ben-chan,”</strong> she whispered, sadly. <strong>“But is there not a story among your people about the dangers of ‘nourishing a viper in one’s bosom’?”</strong> Then she added in a cold, even tone: <strong>“Or letting a scorpion ride on your back seat?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-01-2017, 17:25:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Natsumi (m) Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> N/A<br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>One can not succeed at everything it would seem. Biscuit attempt to try and strike up a Friendly conversation, and assure Natsuki he wasn't angry or hated her seemed to blow up in his face as she corrected him about <em>Class</em>, and <em>Level</em>. Explaining that it was a "Threat Level", and the coolness in which she spoke about it had a tight knot appear in his stomach. He wanted to say something to hopefully make her feel better, but what was there to say. <br><br>Then Natsuki would up the ante, and the look she gave him actually put a twinge of fear in him. She explained that Threat Level Three was the highest level that allowed the Abnormal to live. They were Adnormals with powers that were a threat to Humanity, and displayed the willingness to actually use those powers against people. The words only added to the vicious look Natsuki gave Ben. The expression accented when she leaned forward and spoke about someone reaching to his chest, and squeezing his heart till he died without leaving a trace. Ben's eyes grew wide at that example as he could almost feel that squeezing sensation on his own heart. A hand reflexively gripping at his chest to push away that icy feeling. <br><br>Natsuki would lean back in her seat, and turn away. It suddenly felt like a movie, and this was the scene where the Bad boy (or girl in this case) was trying to break things off with the sweet, and nurturing young girl (or chubby male gaigin) that was smitten with him cause she felt like he had a "Softer side" that only she could see. Natsuki would even say a cliche line that he was a nice person. She would ask if there was a fable about nurturing a viper to one's bosom where he came from, and while Biscuit didn't think there was a story. Just from the title he could piece together the moral of the story. She would then add another that biscuit knew was referring to herself. <br><br>When Natsuki finished, Biscuit just sat in silence a moment as he processed everything. From what he gathered, Natsuki was a claiming to be a Level 3. The only other Level 3 he knew of was Natsumi from the previous day. Yet, she didn't appear to have the willingness to hurt anyone with her powers. Hell, she didn't look like she could harm a fly. Though to be fair, he knew next to nothing about her. He didn't know she actually killed a man, even if it was in self-defense. Also given all the fun they had today, Biscuit liked to think that Natsuki wasn't that type of person either. Even if her powers were...disorientating, and left Personal space by the wayside. Again, Biscuit wanted to say something, anything to show that Natsuki didn't have to go it alone. If Biscuit was anything, he was a loyal friend. <br><br>As the Tension seemed to mount, the bright chipper voice of the waitress broke through as she set two tall glasses of soda on the table with a couple of straws. "So, have you two found out what you would like to eat?" She asked with an overly perky tone. Completely oblivious to the tension of the atmosphere. Thinking quickly, Biscuit spoke up. "Um, actually I don't think we gotten any menus." he stated. The waitress blushed suddenly as she realized that he was right. "I'm so sorry, I'll go get some right away." She stated before trotting off.&nbsp; <br><br>That little interruption managed to put a break in the tense atmosphere and let Biscuit look at Natsuki again. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward so she could hear him without him having to speak up. "Do you realize how awesome that power is!?" He asked, referring the one Natsuki used as an example. "My sister, Cookie, is always complaining about those plastic packages where you have to get out the heavy shears to cut them open, and then you have to tear them apart to get the product inside. However if you can just reach through the plastic and get the thingy, all the better!" He announced, a goof grin on his lips. <br><br>Though before too long, Biscuit summoned up his courage and reached across the table to take one of Natsuki's hands. "Also, I'm willing to take my chance with a "Scorpion" on my pillon pad. Especially if that "Scorpion" was a cute one." He stated with a cheeky teasing tone of the last statement, remembering her calling a "baka" for saying it last time. Though the statement was genuine. Ben only knew Natsuki a short while, but he felt like she was not a bad person and hoped they could be friends. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>22-01-2017, 05:18:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Booth in a diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without panties<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki carefully kept her face turned away while the waitress was present, not wanting to be seen by anyone else at the moment.<br><br>Once Biscuit spoke again, she tried to maintain her cold, stern demeanour, as much as it hurt her to do it. It would be better for him, though. She needed to stick to it.<br><br>But his suggestion, that she could reach into a package and extract the item, was not quite correct. Her powers didn’t work that way. She couldn’t make herself intangible, reach into the package, then make the item inside intangible. She would have to make herself solid, touch the item, then make both herself and the item intangible together… but if she couldn’t touch the item through the packaging, she couldn’t make it intangible. She <em>could</em>, however, make the <em>package</em> intangible while leaving the item inside solid – it would then drop out of the package.<br><br>She wondering how to explain this, or <em>if</em> – because explaining it would give away that the “heart squeeze” threat was false – when he reached over and took her hand again. As before, it caught her off guard, and she couldn’t stifle a blush, despite her efforts to stay looking stern.<br><br>That, of course, pretty much undercut the whole effort, so she sighed. <strong>“<em>Baka</em>,”</strong> she whispered. Then she tried to suppress a smile. <strong>“<em>That</em> is what you’d use the power for? Opening packages?”</strong><br><br>She still refused to look directly at him, believing that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to help from crying. So she kept her face turned away, looking at the empty space on the seat beside her. But she did not pull her hand away from his. Instead, she started moving her thumb gently, to softly stroke his hand.<br><br><strong>“Your way of looking at things is so strange,”</strong> she murmured. <strong>“But I like it.”</strong><br><br>She thought for a moment, wondering what she should tell him about what it was like to be Abnormal, or about her own experiences.<br><br><strong>“I only started at this school yesterday,”</strong> she said, still looking at the seat beside her. <strong>“I mean… I only started at <em>any</em> school yesterday. They found out I was Abnormal before I started school, so I had to go to a special ‘school’ for Abnormals… which was actually basically a prison.”</strong><br><br><strong>“That’s why I don’t have any clothes,”</strong> she admitted. <strong>“Or anything.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I’m still trying to figure all this out. All of this. Going to a real school. Being able to walk around without restraints and an escort. Just being able to go outside and go where I want. I’m still trying to figure everything out.”</strong><br><br><strong>“So don’t… don’t <em>expect</em> anything from me. Don’t hope for a… a normal friendship or anything like that. I’m in uncharted territory here. I can’t make any promises to you, about anything. I can’t even say for myself how things are going to turn out in the next few months. I keep thinking that any day now, the dream will end – something will happen, and they’ll throw me back in lock-up. I can’t guarantee that won’t happen. So I can’t promise anything. I’m not going to. I’m just going to… figure things out as I go along.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-01-2017, 04:26:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Natsumi (m) Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> N/A<br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>It would appear something seemed to gotten through to Natsuki as Biscuit heard her whisper something underneath her breath before she asked him if that is what he would have used the power for, opening packages. Biscuit could only give her a cheeky grin before quipping, "Yup. Sounds pretty useful to me." He replied, though the fact that she wouldn't face him was causing his grin to falter some. Yet, he could feel that she wasn't pulling her hand away from his, and was actually stroking it with her thumb. So there was as still hope for a friendship. <br><br>Natsuki would murmur something else, but Biscuit couldn't quite catch it. Instead she would tell him about how she started School yesterday, A real school. That before now she was basically a prisoner, and that was the reason she did not have any real clothes, nor possessions. Biscuit's grin was gone from his lips as he listened, Remembering that Natsume said something very similar yesterday. Natsuki would go on to explain that she was still figuring things out. That He shouldn't expect a normal friendship from her. That she might be carted off a couple of months from now cause of some unseen transgression. <br><br>As she spoke, and kept her eyes off of Biscuit, he gingerly slipped out of his seat and approached her side. Her hand still in his as it would appear. He would only release it for a moment before Natsuki would find two thick arms wrapping around her person gingerly. A heavy gentle hand beginning to rub the top of her head in a familiar fashion. It was Biscuit, he was trying to comfort Natsuki just like when they were on the roof. "I am not going to stand here, and patronize you. Saying that everything will be okay, or nothing bad will happen. Most likely it will. Nor will I say I understand what you're going through cause I don't. I honestly don't know what the future holds, Natsuki. However, I do know that if you want. I'll stand by you as long as you would like me to. I doubt I can do much, but a friend by your side can help make the hard times not so hard." He whispered into her ear right before he gave her a generous hug. He could only hope he was helping, and not making things worse.&nbsp; <br><br>The waitress saw the Hug taking place and her cheeks blossomed into color as she spun on her heel, and moved away so not to interrupt. <br><br>Biscuit would release Natsuki, and take his place across the table from her before fishing something out of his pocket. It was Amaya's note with her phone number. Pulling a beat up pen from his pocket, he also scrawled a series of numbers on the paper before sliding it across the table to her. "Here, it is my number along with Amaya's. You can call me any time you want. Even if you just need to get away from everyone. I'm pretty good at getting lost when on the bike." He said with a warm friendly smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 05:40:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Booth in a diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without panties<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki sensed that Biscuit was moving, of course, but she still wasn’t ready to look over at him. At first she thought he was just shifting in his seat, or maybe taking off his jacket. But he seemed to be actually getting up as if to leave. And then, before she could process that, he was sliding into the seat next to her and – completely surprising her – enveloping her in a great hug.<br><br>If she could have jumped in surprise, she would have, but all she could manage was an expression of complete and utter shock… coupled with a hot blush on her cheeks. Any average Japanese girl would have been caught off-guard by the public display of affection, but Natsuki in particular was very sheltered due her time in the Institution. She froze like a deer in headlights, her embarrassment made even worse when she saw that the waitress had noticed… and apparently decided to give them space.<br><br>She only <em>barely</em> managed to suppress her instincts to turn intangible. If she <em>had</em>, more likely than not she would have left most of her clothes behind. Or all of them. <em>That</em> would be the shining cap on the day, for sure. Of course, <em>that</em> thought only reminded her that she’d <em>already</em> forgotten her panties, and was now sitting without them wrapped in Biscuit’s arms. That pushed her even closer to losing control of herself. Luckily she barely managed to keep herself under control, though her body was stiff and trembling, and her heart was racing.<br><br><strong>“B-baka!”</strong> she stammered, eyes wide, cheeks bright pink. It was the only word her rampaging brain could manage to find.<br><br>He released her, and moved back to his side of the booth, leaving her trembling and pink. If it was hard to look him in the eye before, it was a thousand times harder now! She sat rigid in her seat, thighs pressed tightly together, hands ferociously holding down her skirt. She kept her eyes fixed on her knees, strategically downcast to avoid Biscuit’s – or, worse, the waitress’s, or any other onlookers.<br><br>With her focus downward, she didn’t know what he was doing until he slid the paper over to her. Phone numbers. Natsuki released a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, melting out of her stiff posture. She even slumped against the table, resting her arms on it, as she caught her breath and tried to control her heart.<br><br><strong>“Baaaa~ka~!”</strong> she repeated, giving him a sour look. Then she sighed heavily. Of course, that kind of physical intimacy was probably normal where Biscuit came from, even in public. She knew Americans were hand-shakers and huggers and who knew what else!<br><br>She picked up the paper, though, and looked at it for a moment. <strong>“When I get my phone working,”</strong> she promised. <strong>“I will call.”</strong> She folded the paper and stowed it safely in her pocket.<br><br><strong>“<em>Ne</em>,”</strong> she said, after a moment, to avoid an uncomfortable silence. <strong>“Do you like music? I found out today there is a rock band at our school. They are very good! Maybe… maybe you would like to hear them sometime?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 15:37:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Amaya (m) Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Italicized means spoken in "English" <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>It was appearing that whatever Biscuit tried to get Natsuki to feel better about not only herself, but life in general, was backfiring spectacularly. Though it could be chalked up to the fact that he was an American in Japan trying to be an American comforting someone. Simply put it, Different culture reacts differently. The trembling, and the muttered "Baka" leaving him unsure if he was in fact helping, or simply making himself a bother. He just hoped he wasn't sabotaging what could be a friendship with a pretty girl.&nbsp; <br><br>When Natsuki took the offered numbers, and promised to call him when she got her phone working, Biscuit would give her a warm smile. "Okay, Like I said. If you ever have a need to get "Lost". I'll be more than happy to take you for a ride." he said with a nod. To him, if he ever felt down, or overwhelmed, nothing reinvigorated him more than a ride on his bike. Judging with how much Natsuki was enjoying it coming here from the school, he believed she would feel revitalized from it as well. And if Amaya actually got a motorcycle herself like she was talking, then perhaps they could ride together as a group! That actually sounded like a lot of fun. Hell, perhaps there was something to making a Motor club after all.&nbsp; <br><br>Natsuki would then suddenly ask if Biscuit liked music. She explained that the School actually had a rock band, and that they were pretty good. "Really!?" Biscuit asked as Natsuki ask if he would like to hear them sometime. Biscuit did like music, though he wasn't really one to go to concerts, and all. He tended to get fidgety if he was idle for too long. "Sure, I would like that. Would you be there as well?" He asked. He hoped she would as she seemed to be inviting him. The smile upon his face warm, and hopeful. <br><br>It would be about this time that the Waitress would return with their drinks. "Here you go. Have either of you had a chance to look over the menu?" She asked as she tried to pretend she hadn't seen anything. "Oh the menu! Shit." Biscuit stated as he scrambled to pick up the menu and glance it over. Though one of the menu items really stuck out to him. the Picture looked like Country style Steak, and gravy with green beans and could he actually believe what he was seeing!? Corn Bread muffins? Holding up the menu to the Waitress he pointed to the picture. "Is that Country style steak, and gravy?" He asked. The Waitress blinked, and gave Natsuki a look as if to ask if the young man was sane. "Ye~s?" She replied. "And it says it comes with Corn bread muffins?" Biscuit pressed, his eyes looking hopeful. The waitress could only nod. "<em>Sweet!</em>" Biscuit chirped happily. "I'll have that then." He announced. The Waitress scribbled his order down before turning to Natsuki. "And for you miss?" She asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 04:34:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Booth in a diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without panties<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit, Tatsuo (m), Aoi (m), Fairy April (m)<br><br>Natsuki smiled warmly. <strong>“Ben-san,”</strong> she said, softly. <strong>“I spent half of my life ‘lost’, locked up away from the world. I don’t want to disappear anymore. I want to <em>live</em>. I want to go places. I want to do things. I want to have experiences.”</strong><br><br><strong>“And most importantly,”</strong> she held up a finger. <strong>“I want to do all those things with friends. So if it’s alright with you, I won’t be calling you to get lost.”</strong> She smiled again. <strong>“I will be calling you to have <em>fun</em>.”</strong><br><br>She clammed up quickly when the waitress reappeared, studiously avoiding the woman’s eyes. She knew the woman had seen them getting… rather close to each other. She didn’t dare speculate on what the woman thought, but she knew it would be embarrassing. Picking up the menu to look intently at it gave her an excuse to avoid the inevitable eye contact.<br><br>But then Biscuit starting asking very intense questions about the menu. Natsuki was at a loss – having spent much of her life in the institution, she was hardly up on foreign cuisine. Indeed, pretty much all she knew about food was the cheap stuff – that was generally all her father could afford. She could prattle on for hours about how to find a decent <em>tachigui</em> stall, but anything much beyond that price range was out of her league. She could certainly point out cheap fare, as she had when she had recommended Ootoya to Biscuit earlier, but that was the upper limit of her experience. She had already embarrassed herself at her misunderstanding of the nature of Tatsuo’s café (though, luckily, he hadn’t noticed… yet). She’d studied a lot, due to having little to do but read in the institution, which was why she could quote from obscure Aesop fables like the viper who was nourished in the bosom of the farmer… but it hadn’t occurred to her to study <em>food</em>. (Probably because that would just have made isolation that much more difficult.)<br><br><strong>“<em>Kone... bread... muffin</em>?”</strong> she tried repeating, her tongue tormenting the unfamiliar English phonemes. She knew what bread and muffins were… but “kone”?<br><br>Nevertheless, it was her turn to order, so, she decided to throw caution to the wind. <strong>“I will also have can-tree style steak with cone bread muffins,”</strong> she said, cheerfully and confidently.<br><br>Thankfully the waitress was smart enough to figure out what she wanted, and headed off to get their orders.<br><br><strong>“Yes, we really do have a very good rock band at the school,”</strong> she confirmed proudly, pleased that she could be an expert on at least one small thing. <strong>“They are called Fairy April, and they practice in the music room. You could go see them any time you like, I suppose… though I should warn you,”</strong> she added, with a wry smirk: <strong>“They are all <em>very</em> cute boys… and they have a <em>lot</em> of female fans. You should not underestimate their ferocity. Treat them as you would a pack of rabid lions.”</strong> She did not elaborate on why she was so wary of Fairy April’s fangirls, but her tone indicated that she was speaking from experience.<br><br><strong>“I am their acoustic specialist,”</strong> she added, grinning whimsically. Once again, she didn’t explain the joke, or even that it <em>was</em> a joke. <strong>“So I’d be happy to introduce you.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 20:03:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Amaya (m) Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Italicized means spoken in "English" <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>It was nice to see a warm smile upon Natsuki's lips once again. That look she had been giving him, being distant or cold, didn't seem to really suit her. She was so pretty when she smiled honestly. It was that warm genuine smile that summoned one in return from Ben as he sat across from her. Though Natsuki would explain that she spent a good portion of her life locked away from the rest of humanity, and that she didn't want to disappear any more. That she wanted to live, go places, do things. That she wanted to have experiences. She would then emphasize her next statement by holding up a finger. She wanted to experience all of what life had to offer with friends. She would smile at him and say she would call him to have fun. Biscuit nodded in understanding. Knowing it wouldn't do add to the conservation by saying getting lost was Fun. "Okay, Sure. You can always count me in. Well, Unless I'm taking a nap, then you may have to wake me up first." He said as he stuck his tongue out to be goofy. <br><br>Natsuki would be correct in assuming that the Waitress was thinking that the two were a couple and was silently enjoying watching them from any part of the restaurant. Though in her mind, the waitress felt that Natsuki could have done so much better than an overweight Gaijin. Though as Natsuki repeated Corn bread muffin with her broken english, Biscuit was a bit to excited at the prospect of a meal like he would get at home. "yeah! Corn bread. I hope it is sweet like my mama's Corn bread Cake." He stated happily, almost dancing in his seat, as he thought about the deliciously moist slices of cornbread he would devour whenever mother made sunday Supper with the family. When Natsuki ordered the same thing, the Waitress nodded before jotting it down. "Thank you, I'll put your order in right away!" She announced before departing the table leaving the two in peace once more. A hungry grin upon Biscuit's lips as he hadn't really eaten anything that day. He spent his lunch hour trying to find a Vending machine for a snack, but was unsuccessful so he was pretty hungry. <br><br>Biscuit was rather surprised that the School had its own rock band, but thinking about it. It probably wasn't such a surprise at all. High school was about the time that may people dreamed big, and make attempts to capture their dreams. Biscuit nodded as Natsuki gushed at the fact that they were very good. Apparently the band's name was "Fairy April", a odd name in Biscuit's opinion, but he wasn't japanese so there must've been some kind of naming convention to do with that. Natsuki would explain that they practice in the music room, but warned him about how rabid their female fans were. Course the fact that Mentioned mentioned they were "Very Cute" would lead Biscuit to accept that they had female fans. Biscuit laughed as Natsuki told him to treat the female fans as if they were a pack of rabid lions. "Yea, I can imagine. I remember how girls went gaga over that <em>Twilight</em> saga back when it was very popular." He explained before taking a sip of his soda. "Course, the worst part about it was the "Twilight Moms". Older women, some in their late forties going hawg nuts over the guys in the movie." He said as he shook his head. "Course, had that been middle aged men going nuts over 18 year old girls. Some one would have called the police." He joked. Course there was a hint of seriousness in his voice. <br><br>Natsuki would go on to announce that she was their <em>Acoustic Specialist</em>, causing Biscuit's eyes to grow wide in awe as he was taking Natsuki completely seriously. "Really!? You're their sound engineer? That is awesome. Those sound board things look very complicated." Biscuit said, clearly very impressed with Natsuki's "Title". When she told him she would introduce him to the band, he gave a grin. "That could be fun. Hell, they may want me to join their band. I can play a mean pair of spoons." He said as he held up two of the spoons on the table, and clacked them together. Course, he wasn't really any good with spoons, he was just trying to be silly to make Natsuki laugh. <br><br>Surprisingly it wouldn't take long for their meals to come out. Both on hot plates. Each plate had a generous portion of country style steak with a thick layer of Pepper gravy on top (https://www.crackerbarrel.com/~/media/CrackerBarrel/Menu/Seasonal/FY16%20Spring%20Promo/0216_Country-Fried-Steak_MI.jpg?h=400&amp;w=600&amp;la=en&amp;hash=837DB5F207C5185FE4D34DFC2FF483B36DC53BE3). Nestled in the corner was a pile of green beans, and mashed potatoes. Biscuit's mouth began to water as he saw the waitress set them down on the table before Natsuki, and Ben. Then the Waitress would set a bowl of corn muffins between them with some butter. "I hope you both enjoy your meal." She said warmly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 03:09:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Booth in a diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without panties<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br><strong>“Caaa~ke~?”</strong> Natsuki’s eyebrows shot up. She may not know what corn bread was… but she sure knew what <em>cake</em> was. It looked like taking the plunge and ordering what Biscuit had was going to pay off.<br><br><strong>“Eh~... <em>eeeh~</em>,”</strong> she gasped once Biscuit started talking about mixing boards, a horrified expression on her face. <strong>“Th-that’s actually a <em>thing</em>?”</strong> She had had no idea that “acoustic engineer” might actually be a real job that a band would have – as far as she was concerned, a band was just the musicians and a manager. <strong>“No, no, no, I’m not <em>that</em>!”</strong> she tried to quickly correct the misunderstanding, waving her hands in front of her. <strong>“It’s just…,”</strong> she clammed up quickly, looking embarrassed. After all, explaining why she had been jokingly referred to as the acoustic engineer required explaining about her humiliating entry into the music room. <strong>“It’s hard to explain…,”</strong> she mumbled.<br><br>When the meals were brought to them, Natsuki was both surprised and perplexed. It certainly looked hearty, and the beans and carrots looked almost like candy. And of course, it was actual steak! That was a rare treat for Natsuki.<br><br>What perplexed her, though, was the knife and fork. Of course she’d used them before… back when she was quite young. But she’d hardly had cause to use them most of the time she was living with her father. They couldn’t afford anything hearty enough to require a knife and fork. And once she’d been locked up, they would never give her anything as dangerous as a knife and fork: floppy plastic chopsticks and spoons were all she ever got.<br><br>There was no way to avoid using them this time, though. Even if she asked for chopsticks, there was no way she could eat that steak with chopsticks.<br><br>So she picked up the knife and fork, warily. She had a vague notion of what to do: poke the fork in the steak to hold it still, and cut with the knife. So that’s what she did… jabbing the fork downward into the steak like she was committing a murder, then clumsily sawing around it in a very rough circle. It took some work, but she got a relatively bite-sized portion free. However, her momentary victorious grin vanished when she realized that she now had to switch hands to get the fork in her dominant hand… then twist her arm and lean her head to one side to actually get the meat off the tines.<br><br>It was awkward – both in how it looked and how it felt to do it – but it worked, and it paid off beautifully. She moaned with delight as the steak’s juices exploded into her mouth. It was so good, all thoughts of how silly she felt – and must have looked – vanished from her mind, and soon she was exuberantly going at her meal in her bizarre, awkward way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 15:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Amaya (m) Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Italicized means spoken in "English" <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit tilted his head in confusion over Natsuki's reaction of questioning if she was their sound engineer. The way she acted, it seemed as though she didn't know that there was such a position. "Yeah!, The sound engineer mixes the music together and achieves some sort of balance if I understand the job correctly. I seen a mixing board as large as this table at<em> Guitar Center</em> back in Charlotte when my friends and I took a weekend trip up there. It had all sorts of buttons, and slides, and dials. Just looking at it, I felt overwhelmed." Biscuit explained. For Natsuki, she quickly dispelled that assumption and tried to explain that what she did was hard to explain. It did seem to make her uncomfortable to explain so Biscuit nodded, and decided to drop the subject so not to make Natsuki more uncomfortable than she already was. <br><br>surprisingly, the meal was delicious! Though the corn bread muffins were still a little dry. The butter helped with that. For Biscuit, this was comfort food as he reminded him of home. He barely gave a cursory glance to Natsuki, and her troubles using a knife and fork. He didn't laugh, but she did look adorably cute. He could only imagine how inept he would have been with a pair of chopsticks. He simply smiled at the scene when she displayed her reaction how delicious the steak was. He was hoping he would have many more moments like this while in Japan. It would make his stay that much more pleasant and the memories more memorable. <br><br>Once the meal was finished, Biscuit paid as he promised. Leaving a nice tip for the waitress that had her give him a wink and a "cute" giggle in return. Biscuit just gave her a friendly smile and wave. He had no dillusions that she was in any actually interested in him. Just making him feel more "Welcomed" for the tip. "Well, I guess we should be heading back. We both have homework we need to get done." Biscuit stated as he slid out of the booth. <br><br>Outside the wind picked up a bit as a Front was rolling in. Biscuit would approach his bike, and turned to comment on the wind. "Looks like the wind is a bit....gusty!?" Biscuit squeaked as he looked at Natsuki. Either the Gods were enjoying seeing Biscuit squirm, or they were rewarding him for trying to be chivalrous earlier that day. For no sooner than Biscuit turned his head than a gust of wind raised Natsuki's skirt just high enough for him to see her most sacred area. His eyes grew wide as he took in the curves. He could feel his mouth water at the prospect of it all. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as that image was seared into Biscuit's memory. <br><br>The flash only happened for a moment, but it was enough to stupefy Biscuit into complete motionlessness. Once the skirt fluttered back down, Biscuit's mind rebooted as he quickly spun around. "<em>S-Sorry!</em>" He stammered in panicked english as he tried to figure out what to do to help. It never crossed his mind that Natsuki may actually like going "Commando". Suddenly, he remembered something he had in his saddle bag. While it wasn't much of an opinion. It would give Natsuki some dignity back. Ripping top of his left saddle bag, Biscuit dug down to the bottom for a ziplock bag. Once he found it he would approach Natsuki and offer it. Making sure to not look below her neck line "Don't worry they're clean. Brand new even." He explained as what was in the bag was a pair of Zebra print silk boxer shorts. Once she takes them, He immediately turns around to act as a bit of a wall so that Natsuki could put on the boxers in as much privacy as Biscuit could give her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 04:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Booth in a diner, then outside the diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without panties... then later with men's zebra-print silk boxers instead.<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki thoroughly enjoyed the meal, which was an entirely new experience for her and all the more thrilling for it. She didn’t even care how awkward she looked with the cutlery – indeed, by the tine she was a few bites in, she’d forgotten about it.<br><br>Of course, with as much concentration as it took to manoeuvre the knife and fork, and deal with cutting the steak, she didn’t have a lot of mental capacity left over for any conversation. That was probably for the better; she didn’t really want to talk right now anyway. She wanted to put the day behind her and get back home to the dorm, to set up her phone and continue the process of settling in to this new life.<br><br>So the meal passed without further incident, and afterwards, Natsuki was so stuffed by the unaccustomed heavy food that she couldn’t put up any kind of argument to Biscuit paying. She’d cover a future meal, to be sure. At the moment, all she wanted to do was just lay back and <em>digest</em>.<br><br>And so, as she walked outside, her mind was in a bit of a lazy haze. There was a bit of a breeze, and in a few moments she was going to be on the back of the bike, nestled against Biscuit’s back, with the wind whipping her hair back, so she casually reached up her arms to gather her locks and restrain them a bit – pity she’d lost most of her hairpins when she went insubstantial.<br><br>That was what was on her mind as her arms were raised, gathering up her unruly hair, when a gust slipped between her legs, and lifted the front of her skirt all the way up.<br><br>In truth, Natsuki had known this was going to happen from the first time she put on the uniform skirt. She didn’t really have a problem with its shortness – to her it was no different from a pair of really short shorts… but its <em>looseness</em> was something almost completely alien to her. For most of the last decade of her life, she’d only worn institution jumpsuits – or occasionally just underwear – she hadn’t worn skirts since she was a little girl. It was a constant distraction walking around Denai the last two days, always conscious of how short her skirt was, and how <em>easy</em> it was to flip up, or see up when she was climbing stairs, and so on. For the last two days, at the slightest breeze, her hands were always defensively near her hem, ready to hold the skirt down at a moment’s notice if the wind gusted.<br><br>But now, in her post-gluttinous stupor, she let her guard down. Just for a moment.<br><br>Even then, it wouldn’t have been such a catastrophe. She would have preferred <em>not</em> to flash her panties at Biscuit, but that was hardly the end of the world. <em>Except</em>… when she had gone insubstantial earlier, she had been distracted, and left her panties behind. Again, in her post-meal lethargy, that had slipped her mind.<br><br>It only came back to her about a half second too late… when her skirt front was already fully raised, with Biscuit standing right in front of her tragically looking directly her way… and she felt the chilly brush of the breeze over smooth, clean-shaven flesh of her most intimate area.<br><br>For a moment, she just froze in shock and confusion, as her food-addled brain slowly tried to piece out why she was suddenly so <em>cold</em> down there. And then, after she realized what had just happened, she noticed exactly where Biscuit’s eyes were pointing.<br><br>And as innocuously as it had come, the mischievous breeze passed, and her skirt fell back down into place. Truth was, the whole flash had lasted for less than a second. But the damage had been done. Natsuki was still frozen in place, with her arms still raised to rein in her hair. Except now her eyes were wide, and her face was beet red.<br><br><strong>“Aaah~,”</strong> she made a noise, barely a squeak in her throat, as if she wanted to say something. But her brain was far too damaged trying to process the horrifying humiliation she had just endured. She stood rigid, not moving but for a not-too subtle tremble. She couldn’t even muster the presence to <em>scream</em>, she was so shocked and mortified. Indeed, she looked just about to faint. <strong>“Haaa~aaah~… Haaaahn~… Nuh-haaaaah~.”</strong><br><br>Thankfully Biscuit was able to recover faster than she was, and while she was still standing, frozen in her trembling, catatonic state, he thought quickly, and produced a pair of underwear for her. Men’s underwear. Rather <em>flashy</em> men’s underwear.<br><br>When he held them out to her, she took them mechanically, her body moving out of sheer habit because her brain was yet to full reboot from its crash. But when Biscuit turned around, that snapped her back to her senses, somewhat. She didn’t even have time to think any thoughts more complex than “need underwear”, followed by “have underwear”, followed by “must put on quickly”.<br><br>And so that’s what she did. Moving with twitchy, panicked fury, she awkward slipped her feet into the boxers – luckily they were large enough that it was no challenge to do so even with her shoes on. When she pulled them up, they were unsurprisingly loose, but thanks to her wide hips and rather full rear, she had enough curvature to keep them in place.<br><br>However, the legs were just long enough that they only just <em>barely</em> remained under the length of the skirt. Just about any move she made – even <em>walking</em> – would reveal them.<br><br>But that wasn’t the worst of it. Because a second or two after she had pulled the boxers on, she belatedly realized… <em>she had a swimsuit in the saddlebags</em>. Specifically, a two-piece, whose bottoms could certainly serve as an emergency panty. Sure they were brand new and she would prefer to wash them first… but these boxers were apparently brand new, too. And the bikini bottom, unlike the boxers, would at least stay comfortably hidden under her skirt. They’d also actually <em>feel</em> like she was wearing underwear, which these boxers didn’t.<br><br>So by the time Biscuit turned back around, she might have <em>looked</em> alright from the outside – so long as she was simply standing upright, it looked like the boxers would stay completely hidden under the skirt – but her face was a mask of horrified embarrassment: pale, eyes wide, a single tear rolling down her cheek, with a shell-shocked expression.<br><br><strong>“I’m ruined for marriage,”</strong> she whimpered. <strong>“I can never be a bride now.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 19:20:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Amaya (m) Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Italicized means spoken in "English" <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit waited until he felt that Natsuki would have enough time to slip the shorts on before he would turn around. He hoped that the option would work, though he completely forgotten about the swimsuit that she bought earlier, AND was sitting in the opposite saddlebag. When he turned, he could see that outwardly nothing looked out of sorts, but it was the expression on her face that told him otherwise. It looked as if someone just ran over her puppy, brought it back to life and ran it over again. Just devastation. The single tear running down her cheek had him scrambling to find something to wipe it off with. "No, no, no." He said quickly as he fished out an oil stained shop rag from his back pocket that miraculously survived the day. He dabbed her cheek to wipe away the tear as she mumbled about being ruined for marriage, and how she could never be a bride. That tore at Biscuit's heart. <br><br>Once he wiped the tear away, he stuffed the rag back into his pocket before cupping Natsuki's cheeks so she could look at him. His eyes earnest, and genuine. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't say such things. You're not ruined, and yes you can be a bride. You will be the most beautiful bride there ever was, and any man would give his left nut to to stand at the alter with you!" Biscuit hastily said as he was trying everything he could think of to make Natsuki feel better. "And if anyone still thinks you're not worthy of being a bride. Then send them my way, and I'll beat some sense into them with a hammer." He explained before giving Natsuki a goofy expression in hopes to get her laughing. After a moment, his expression softened once more as his thumbs caressed her cheeks just beneath her eyes to wipe away any more tears that threatened to fall. "And if, and I serious doubt this will be an issue, no man would take you for their bride, then I'll happy accept your hand in Marriage." He said warmly. Not exactly registering what he was saying. His only goal was to make Natsuki feel better. Whether or not he would succeed was to be seen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 03:27:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside a diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without men's zebra-print silk boxers instead of panties.<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki stood half-catatonic, barely reacting to Biscuit’s attempts to console her. She barely blinked as he wiped her tears.<br><br>In fact, Biscuit’s efforts seemed to be having little effect at all… until his last few words.<br><br>Then Natsuki’s eyes opened wide, and her cheeks turned bright red, growing hot enough that Biscuit might have wondered if keeping his hands there might give him first-degree burns.<br><br><strong>“W-wha―?”</strong> she blubbered. <strong>“D-did you just―…. Did you just pr-pr-pr―…. Did you just ask me to―…. I-I’m too young to―…! Well, I mean, I guess I’m not <em>too</em> young to…. But… but… I-I can’t…! It’s… it’s too sudden…!”</strong><br><br>But suddenly she stopped, in mid-stammer, and that whimpering, terrified expression on her face vanished… replaced almost immediately with an exasperated glare.<br><br><strong>“Wait a minute,”</strong> her voice had changed, too, from the quavering, nervous trill, back to her regular speaking voice, as her eyebrow twitched. <strong>“What did you just wipe all over my face?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 04:28:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Italicized means spoken in "English" <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit couldn't help but feel like his efforts were paying off as it seemed like his words were understood by Natsuki. The babbling stammering was certainly better than her sinking into depression about not being fit for marriage. That was certainly a notion he had to quash before it took root in Natsuki. Plus, seeing her so flustered was actually pretty funny, and cute. He'll have to remember that for later. He gave her a warm smile, hoping to coax her back to being her normal self, and not get lost in the details of the situation. Particularly the fact that she was wearing his spare underwear. Really!? what was Ryan thinking getting him those kind of Underwear? Well whatever, they saved the day today.<br><br>Biscuit was brought out of his musing as he noticed Natsuki stopped babbling and was suddenly glaring at him. He blinked as he wondered what was the matter. She started to speak, her voice her normal timbre. Though her eyebrow began to twitch. He only looked confused a moment before she asked what he just wiped all over her face. Biscuit's eyes moved form hers, and looked to her cheek where a familiar metallic looking smudge could be seen smeared across her cheek. Biscuit didn't have to think of what it was. He knew exactly what it is. "Um..." He started to say sheepishly as he found he couldn't look in to her eyes any more. His voice taking a more nervous tone as he didn't want Natsuki angry with him. "um...anti-seize." He replied quietly.<br><br>Anti-seize. A lubricant often placed upon nuts, bolts, screws, shafts, etc to prevent corrosion, binding, and of course Seizing. Yet, it had the peculiar inclination to get into the darnedest places if the user was not careful. Often leading mechanics to dub Anti-Seize the "Herpes" of the Lubricant world as it didn't come off easily, and generally spreads. Usually a shop grade exfoliating soap (lava) was needed to remove the mark. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 00:24:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside a diner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without men's zebra-print silk boxers instead of panties.<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki had no idea was anti-seize was, of course. Had she known of its infamy at being difficult to remove, and of how much hassle she would soon face getting rid of it, she would likely have been even less pleased than she was. But she understood enough to know that – whatever it was – something that <em>should</em> have been only in the guts of his motorbike engine was now smeared on her face.<br><br>She sighed heavily and frowned, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. <strong>“<em>Baka</em>,”</strong> she muttered.<br><br>Then she sighed again, but this time it was a happier sigh, accompanied by a soft chuckle. And without warning, she stepped right up to Biscuit and gave him a very warm hug, pressing herself firmly against him, wrapping her arms around is torso, and burying her face in his chest.<br><br><strong>“<em>Baka</em>,”</strong> she whispered softly into his chest, affectionately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 02:15:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second Day, early evening. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br><strong>Note:</strong> Italicized means spoken in "English" <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit was not surprised by the look of unamusement upon Natsuki's face. Had she any inkling of how much "Fun" it would be to clean that stuff off, she would be even more "miffed". Biscuit merely cringed as Natsuki let out a heavy sigh, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. All the while calling him "Baka", a word he knew to come to understand to be Fool. It was pretty much the same sorta of mannerism that Cookie would take when He bumbled at something and made a mess for her to clean up. "I-I'm sorry." He said softly. He was truly regretful. <br><br>though, after a moment Natsuki would sigh against, though the pitch and tone was far more different. The soft chuckle telling him that either Natsuki was over it already or something else, possibly even more dangerous, was afoot. Suddenly he stepped right up to him, and hugged him tightly as if she was hugging a large stuffed Teddy bear. Which would probably be the closest approximation for him. He could feel her mounds pressing against him as she buried her face into his chest. For a moment, Biscuit's mind went blank as he tried to process. "<em>Aye...Aye...Aye.</em>" He stammered as his cheeks flushed darkly at the fact that a beautiful woman was holding him. <br><br>Though as she whispered "baka" again with affection, Biscuit looked down at her a moment before his arms slowly enveloped her. Holding her to him tightly. It may, nor not been a surprise to find out that Biscuit was actually quite strong even with his bulk. Yet the surprise would be how gentle he could be with his strength. He exuded a sense of warmth, and protection in that simple embrace as he leaned down, and nuzzled the top of Natsuki's head and brought his hand up to stroke her hair. Course, he made sure the hand was clean first before he did so. He didn't say a word, and simply stood there holding Natsuki as long as she wanted. Giving her all of his time, and attention for those precious moments. <br><br>When she stepped back out of the hug, he smiled at her. "Are you ready to go back, Natsuki?" he asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Outside the School]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 03:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Natsuki Akuzawa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside a diner - later, after a ride, back at her dorm<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> School uniform, without men's zebra-print silk boxers instead of panties.<br><strong>With:</strong> Biscuit<br><br>Natsuki was in no hurry, taking her sweet time with the hug, not really caring who saw at this point. If they weren’t standing in the middle of a parking lot, she might have considered simply staying that way, maybe even for hours on end.<br><br>But finally a gust of chilly wind forced her to acknowledge reality, and with a heavy sigh, she finally stepped back. <strong>“Yes,”</strong> she replied, simply, with a tired smile and a nod.<br><br>That was about all she said for the rest of the evening. It had been such an emotionally draining day, all she wanted was to fall into bed. Of course, she had a lot of work to do before then, too – going through the things she’d bought (those that weren’t being delivered, anyway), setting up her new phone, and so on. Tired as she was, she was probably going to be up until late in the night. She sighed again at the thought of it.<br><br>Getting back on the bike was a lot easier with Biscuit’s boxers. She just couldn’t bring herself to think of them as underwear – they felt more like shorts to her – so it was not at all embarrassing to just swing a leg over.<br><br>She relaxed against Biscuit’s back for the ride back to the school – if the ride had been much longer, she might even have dozed off. But finally they pulled up in front of the girl’s dorm. It took some time to unload all her purchases from the saddlebags, and manage to find a way to actually <em>carry</em> them all. It would have been much easier if Biscuit could simply come inside the dorm, but Natsuki had been in enough trouble already today. Eventually she was set, and she gave Biscuit a polite bow and promised to contact him tomorrow – by phone, just to make sure she had entered it up his number properly.<br><br>If her entry the previous day had got tongues wagging, the gossip network would have a field day tonight. Not only had she arrived with the same boy she had been with the day before, this time she appeared to have been treated to a shopping trip by her supposed lover. And some the bags appeared to be from some… interesting stores, such as a swimsuit shop.<br><br>But what really made things scandalous was that she had large hand prints on her face… and she appeared to be wearing his underwear instead of her own.
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