Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]
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				Title: <strong>Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>20-11-2016, 08:34:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Dormitories</span></div><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/xlHoz8J.png)</div><br>Gender separated dorms, high-class and always taken care of by specialized personnel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>20-11-2016, 21:39:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wJe2bI4.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Location:</strong> Female Dorm Rooms<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>From the female dorms, yelling could be heard. Only one person seemed to be doing the yelling; either they were talking on a cellphone, or the object of their ire was unable to return fire with such volume. It went on for awhile, sometimes dropping off, sometimes picking up. Eventually, the sound of a loud crash could be heard.<br><br>Moments later, Megumi rushed out the front door of her apartment. Her cheeks were wet, and her blindfold soggy with tears. Whomever she was fleeing didn't seem in the mood to follow her. In the spur of the moment, out of pure necessity, she lifted her blindfold and looked down. She could see the footprint of over a hundred students. She knew the gait of the students she met just by listening and recalling from memory. A moment later, she found what she was looking for, along with the heat signature of a woman around the same size as Akiyama. Hurriedly, she lowered her blindfold and made a beeline for the door.<br><br>Someone other than Akiyama answered. Megumi's hasty deduction picked up the wrong room. Sniffing slightly, she stammered, asking if she knew Akiyama's room number. Amazingly enough, the woman remembered the blonde bombshell. Akiyama had saved the girl's phone from certain doom earlier that day (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257851.msg12746127#msg12746127), and the girl, remembering that face, noticed Akiyama again in the apartment complex just a little while ago. She gave Megumi a room-number, and the blindfolded girl hurried off.<br><br>Eventually, Akiyama would receive a quiet knock at her door. It was Megumi, who finally found the right door. It was hard to see her eyes, but the crack in her voice made it apparent she'd been crying recently. <strong>"A-Um. Th-th-that offer you made earlier today. Um. Is that still open?</strong> she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>20-11-2016, 23:04:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's dorm room<br><strong>With:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>As the day had dragged on, Akiyama had eventually found her way back to her dorm-room. Perhaps it was just out of boredom, since most the students had scrambled and she'd found herself dumbfound whenever she tried to approach someone, it seemed like everyone had already established their cliques, just like how it had always been. <strong>"Some things never change, do they?"</strong> She asked hollowly to the roof. She'd adjusted to solidarity in the past, but she was not inclined to do so again. Perhaps she was just socially incompetent? Approaching strangers felt... Strange. With two gorillas less breathing down her neck anymore, it should've left her feeling at ease, so why didn't it? Why did she feel a sense of guilt at any point she tried to approach someone she had no relation to?<br><br>Deep down, she knew. It was the same salty feeling she recalled from years back, when she had still tried to be social. She made them uncomfortable. No, her guardians made them uncomfortable. And she felt like she was to blame for it. Now, years later, the sense of guilt still lingered, with or without a seven foot giant behind her.<br><br>She took a deep breath. It soon seeped out through her nose, she could hear the gentle howling. There was plenty of activity out in the hallways, but it still felt silent, empty. The sound of her letting out inhaled air was the only thing that filled her mind. Perhaps this was what solidarity truly was. Being in a position to find friends, but not making use of it.<br><br>Only time would tell. On paper, abnormals were nestled with normals now. In practice, Akiyama had her doubts. She still felt harassed, eyed up, eaten at, when she moved around in the city. She was recognizable, she couldn't decline that. Tall, long blonde hair, strong figure, there weren't many in Japan that matched such criteria, and the papers only made it worse. <br><br>Though, for now, she figured the best she could do was get ready for bed. It was still a bit early to go to sleep, but she could at least change and sit up, maybe play some games or read a few magazines she had generously spread over the floor of the apartment so there was always one within reach. The more proper explanation was that she could leave them out, and alas, she did. It was a stray spread between comics, science-stuff, cars and motorcycles, and dirty magazines. A little bit of everything to be fair. There had been days when she had just picked one of everything, though she normally threw out what she found directly boring, or felt no incline to further flip through later.<br><br>Granted, the minefield would remain, for the time being at least. She elegantly stepped between the numerous magazines and made her way into the bathroom, where she quickly tossed the day's attire into the laundry bin and stepped into the shower cabinet.<br><br>A fair 30 minutes later, she stepped out again. Her hair was nice and dry thanks to the hair dryer that the room was already equipped with. She'd tied it up into a ponytail, the length of it made it a pain to get it set up, but it felt nice in a sense, to have it a bit lifted up. The wildness her hair possessed earlier the day was still present, though a bit tied down by the bands pulling it up. It still left her with her consistently present heavy bangs swinging by the sides of her eyes, but little did it matter to her. She'd been on her way over to the underwear-drawer to pull out a pair of panties when she heard knocking on the door. <br><br>She had a moment of contemplation, though knowing the dorms were rather strictly kept male-free, including faculty, Akiyama figured it was probably fine, it wasn't like she had never been seen naked in the past. She opened the door halfway, half-hiding behind it, though going by her exposed shoulder, it was fair to assume her attire was lackluster.<br><br>Her eyes trailed over Megumi, but quickly jumped up to her head and she could notice the clear trails of tears, and the dampness of the blindfold. She let Megumi finish speaking, before quickly opening up her door. <strong>"Of course, come on in, just, uh, be careful where you walk, I'll need to clean up a bit..."</strong> She said, closing the door after she'd led Megumi indoors. <strong>"But first, let's get you cleaned up, alright?"</strong> She said. Her voice lacked the energetic tone it had possessed earlier the same day, it had been replaced by something caring, motherly almost. She slowly led Megumi into the bathroom. The fan was howling as it was trying to pull the moisture of the room out, though the room was still warm, and the air was still full of water. Akiyama refrained from asking questions and instead pulled out a hand-towel and had some water on one of the folded corners, proceeding to start slowly wiping away the trails of tears.<br><br><strong>"I'm going to remove the blindfold now, so just keep your eyes closed, okay?"</strong> She returned the hand-towel under the sink again, before using her other hand to slowly lift up the white leather, eventually pulling it aside entirely, and she started to move the towel over her eyes, jut softly tapping over it, all while her warm body rested against Megumi's back, using the mirror foggy mirror ahead of her for directions.<br><br><strong>"So, uh, something happened between you and th- your roommate?"</strong> Akiyama asked carefully. Having finished cleaning away the tears, she ran the entire towel under water and twisted it, proceeding to hang it up from one of the knobs of the cabinet under the sink.<br><br><strong>"You don't have to tell me though, but I'll gladly listen if you'd like. The main room is a bit messy, but just take a moment to catch your breath, I'll clean it up a bit and make your bed, alright?"</strong> The difference between how she had acted earlier and how she currently was acting was staggering. She'd gone from a shameless, energetic flirt, to someone sweet, caring, careful. <strong>"I'll let you know when I'm done, alright? I, uh, vaguely remember your powers, so removing the clutter that is there now would probably be for the best"</strong> She didn't wait for a follow-up message, and instead pulled back slowly, leaving the door open as the sound of her bare feet moving across the floor was the only thing filling the room as she graciously picked up the spread out magazines. She tried her best to categorize them while picking them up, but figuring it'd take too much time, she eventually just stacked them all up and left them on top of her drawers, before moving on to make the second bed. Having a spare one was proving to be useful already. She'd contemplated on pushing them together, but she figured the gap would be too noticeable to find it comfortable.<br><br><strong>"Alright, I've cleaned up the room, do you want me to step aside so you can look around?"</strong> She asked while stepping back into the bathroom, only a small minute and a half after she'd left. The room itself was rather sizable, it was after all a two person apartment. Aside from the two stacks of magazines resting on top of one of the drawer modules, the room had a rather well sized television and a brand new game console pushed in underneath it. There was a closed silver-gray laptop on Akiyama's bed, the one out of the two that was noticeably used recently, and there was a bass guitar with a pair of headphones resting up against her wardrobe, but other than that, the apartment was rather plain. It had a small balcony that Amaya had used for nothing more than bringing in some fresh air, and she couldn't recall having ever stepped foot on it. There was an electric water kettle on a small table in the room, along with a few cup-noodles still in their wrapping, the kettle itself hadn't been used either, she'd only bought the noodle-packs thinking that she'd wind up eating it, though in the end, it'd remained alone for the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 02:57:02</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> Male Dorm (Biscuit's Room) <br><strong>Time:</strong> First day, Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boots, Dusty blue jeans, Army Field Jacket, Field Cap, Aviator Goggles, black Foothills brewery t-shirt<br><strong>Note:</strong> dropping off his stuff. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit inserted the key into the lock of his assigned dorm room. He was more exhausted than he thought he was, and just wanted to off load his stuff, and perhaps take a hot shower before maybe sliding into town, and trying an actual Authentic Japanese Beef Bowl. Biscuit would unlock the door, and slip into the room. He wasn't sure if he had a room mate, or if he drew the "Lucky Ticket", and was the odd man out. Either way was fine with him. Approaching the center of the room, Biscuit tossed his dingy green army duffel bag upon a bed, and eased himself down upon the edge of he bed. A soft groan slipping from his lips as he relaxed for a few minutes. <br><br>How many minutes had Biscuit simply sat there, and staired into nothingness as he let his body relax? 5 minutes, 10 Minutes? An hour perhaps. It took a monumental amount of will for Ben not to simply plop back, and let his body shut down completely. Raising back up, he turned and grabbed his duffel. Pulling out the clothes, he set them in the small chest of drawers, and the closet closest to his chosen bed. <br><br>Afterwards, Ben pulled a new set of clothing, and his bathing kit to go find the showers. Figuring that he must've not smelled very nice
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 05:23:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGaVdmk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's Dorm Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br><strong>A-alright,</strong> Megumi said, oblivious to Akiyama's lack of clothing. She allowed herself to be led into the apartment. Megumi seemed to still be crying a little, small sniffles punctuating her breathing as she followed in silence.&nbsp; Despite her apparent distress, she still noticed the crinkle of a magazine underfoot as she entered. Odds of that happening automatically ran through her head. The data returned affirmed Akiyama's statement; the room was probably a bit of a mess.<br><br>The blindfolded girl felt the rug give way to tiles. She realized they were in the bathroom. She allowed the blonde girl to wipe at her eyes, but flinched when she felt Akiyama's breasts pressed against her back. Was.. <em>was Akiyama naked!?</em> The thought brought a light blush to her features. She almost said something, but was too wrapped up in the events of a few minutes ago to work up the words. They were both girls, after all, and Megumi didn't want to risk being alone right now.<br><br>When Akiyama went to remove Megumi's blindfold, Megumi suddenly rose a hand to stop her. <strong>"W-wait."</strong> She said, turning away from the mirror and taking a step into the room. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and immediately realized <em>that there were now 13,827 individual capilaries in her eyelids and 243 eyelashes attached to the left eyelid and 241 attached to the right.</em> Beyond her eyelids she could see even more, the information flooding in despite her best efforts.<br><br>Quickly, she held out the Blindfold behind her. She was already starting to breathe heavily. <strong>"S-sorry. Be quick if you can."</strong> When Akiyama moved to wipe her eyes directly, Megumi, worried that she might see Akiyama's hand, instead took the Towel herself. <strong>"I-I can do this."</strong> She said, wiping off the tears as she <em>incidentally began to count each and every fiber that went into the creation of the towel along with the exact amount of water absorbed into it, down to the nearest microliter.</em><br><br>While she waited for Akiyama to clean her blindfold, Megumi was forced to endure everything else in the room assaulting her conscience. She could tell when Akiyama stopped showering down the the second, and count every speckle of dew lining the walls. Judging by the fingerprints, only one person seemed to be living here. There was bottle of pills on the toilet- antidepressants. Unused, yet on hand. Two bottles of shampoo were on the floor. Empty, discarded, but never thrown away. Tangled, long lengths of hair in the drain revealed Akiyama's health over the last few years by the thickness of the strands. It was a lot to take in; her mind immediately came to some conclusions, but she said nothing. Worse yet, information of the previous occupants came to light as well, telling scandalous stories of their own. Megumi didn't know two people could even <em>do</em> that in a shower...<br><br>Megumi's breathing quickly gave way to hyperventilation. She bent over with effort. The struggle to stay awake was turning arduous. Strangely, Akiyama had only removed Megumi's blindfold twenty seconds ago. Apparently, she had been using it before coming here. Finally, the pain and lack of oxygen became too much. It was crippling the blindfolded girl. Struggling to retain consciousness, Megumi weakly pawed behind her for the blindfold. <strong>"The Blindfold, P-please! C-<span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Can't breathe...!</span>"</strong> <br><br>If Akiyama wasn't quick to return the blindfold, Megumi would crumple to the floor moments later, totally unconscious.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">If The Blindfold is Returned</div><div class="spoiler_body">With the blindfold returned, Megumi's breathing would slowly begin to regulate. For a good minute, she'd be unable to even speak as she calmed down. Amidst her headache, Megumi was reminded again why she hated her ability. Being reduced to a gasping heap just from cleaning up was <em>pathetic</em>.<br><br>Eventually, she managed a few words. <strong>"Th-thank you. S-sorry for the trouble. Closing my eyes doesn't block out enough light to turn my mind off."</strong> the freshly blindfolded girl stood upright, beginning to cool off. The fresh influx of information had pushed out the issues of the present just long enough for Megumi to regain her composure. At least, to some extent.<br><br>When Akiyama offered to lend an ear, Megumi obliged, standing at the bathroom doorway while the naked woman began picking up magazines. <strong>"Akumi-kun was... Mad, after what happened at the opening ceremony. Said I was a traitor for not being on his side. I- he usually calls me stuff like that. Things like 'asexual', or 'daredevil', but he... usually wasn't so angry about it. Um, when I tried to explain myself, he said I didn't understand and um."</strong> Megumi began holding her elbows in either hand, shaking her head as she thought about it. <strong>"H-he m-m-made me Look at him."</strong> The girl sniffed a little, biting back tears as those memories returned to the foreground of her mind. <strong>"I um. A-apparently h-he had been lying to the school-board about his gender t-to live in the girls dorm. H-he never said, b-but I could tell when I l-looked at him. I t-told him so, which made things worse. H-he grabbed me. Stole my eyes. He tried using them to find something to b-b-blackmail me with."</strong> Megumi shook her head, as if she still couldn't believe it all. Every moment she looked at a person was like a revelation about their character. She hadn't seen anything good about AJ. More than anything, she felt betrayed. Quietly, she continued. <strong>"Th-thankfully, the eyes were too much for him. He passed out before getting a chance to look at me. A-apparently parts switch back when he falls unconscious? A-after that, I ran down here."</strong> That wasn't even the worst thing she saw. Just thinking about it threatened to give Megumi conniptions. AJ wasn't just a boy pretending to be a cute girl; he was a sociopath. <strong>"H-he's a terrible person, Amaya-san. He wasn't just playing pretend, he was... planning to exploit me. I don't know how, but I know he would have. I'm probably going to have to contact the RA. He'll be expelled for lying about his gender, but... I... I don't care anymore."</strong><br><br>Finally, Megumi began crying again. This time in earnest. Careful not to wet her blindfold again, she began tucking the towel she had taken beneath the white leather for brief moments, wiping the tears away. <strong>"I-I just wanted to have a normal school year!"</strong> She protested. <strong>"M-make friends again. T-talk to people. I don't want much... So w-why does everyone I actually Look at turn out to be so terrible!? Everyone I've looked at are evil, or manipulative, or racist, or about to die, or something else. I-It's always something. Some new way to let me down. I-I can't take it anymore!"</strong> Her whole day had been given Megumi so much hope. Shr founded a club, got members to join, met Taro and Shizuma and Jonathan and everyone else... Megumi thiught she might've had a chance, but tonight had shattered her hopes all over again.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 21:41:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's dorm room<br><strong>With:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>It struck Ayama by surprise when Megumi was visibly starting to struggle, visibly drained by the absence of the blindfold. She'd felt it while washing it, it was not just leather. She could feel metal wire inside it, and it was far heavier than leather would've been. In a moment of panic, Amaya had been ready to pull her own hand in front of Megumi's eyes, and maybe it would've worked, but she could picture the far more dramatical kickback if it didn't, so she took the extra second to quickly grab the edges of the still hooked leather, slipping a finger in on both side and pulling it over Megumi's eyes. She hadn't had the time to think of how to put it on, so it was better to just hold it in place until Megumi had caught her breath.<br><br>And as it seemed like Megumi was getting back up on her feet and her breathing had calmed, Amaya finally proceeded down the line. <strong>"Could you move your hands up, hold the blindfold in place so I can re-tie it?"</strong> She asked, letting Megumi move her hands up before proceeding to fix the white leather so it sat idly to the back of her head with no twists or turns to it.<br><br>And with that out of the way, she offered an apology as she realized how uneducated she had been when trying to remove the blindfold, even if it was something Megumi had eventually offered to do. However, it seemed like Megumi wasn't holding a grudge, so her attention instead drifted back to cleaning up the room whilst offering her ears to Megumi's poor experience.<br><br>In the end, she found her lips bit between her teeth, palms clenching on to the bedsheets she'd just prepared, trying not to let Megumi know of the genuine anger she felt over it all. Perhaps believing everything Megumi said without second thoughts was a single-minded approach, but the lords would know that Amaya's mind was dead set on the situation.<br><br>However, she took a deep breath. She knew violence wouldn't solve anything, as much as it tempted.<br><br><strong>"He's playing a dangerous game if what you're saying is true, and it would explain a thing or two"</strong> Amaya finally said, feeling she had calmed down enough to talk like a human being. Thinking of what Megumi had said made Amaya curious of what would happen if he swapped per say their hearts. Amaya's body could handle the excess bloodflow, her circulation would merely speed up enough to deal with it. It made her curious what would happen to Akumi, seeing her own heart could pump out - as far as she was aware - several times more blood than a normal could under stress. Would it eventually just get to the point where his veins would just pop? It was a horrid image, but, such a thing was undesirable for both parties. After all, she didn't know what would happen if Akumi died, what if his barter-powers didn't swap back? Would she be stuck with an undesirable mess while her own excellency would be left in the chest of a dead sociopath?<br><br>Granted, she'd play conflict shy for the time being.<br><br><strong>"Humans are selfish beings, nobody'd perfect, and if there's one thing that will always shine through, it's the wrong in all of us, isn't it?"</strong> Amaya asked rhetorically, looking over at Megumi. <strong>"One good deed doesn't make up for one bad, though I guess I'm hardly one to speak"</strong><br><br>She sighed and let go of Megumi's new bedsheets, leaning up towards the wall between the beds. <strong>"You're welcome to stay in my room for as long as you'd like, make yourself comfortable. If you'd like, I can go over to your old room and pick up some clothes and what have you, if not, you're more than free to change into some of mine, I think our sizes shouldn't be too bad of a mismatch"</strong> Amaya said calmly while stepping into a pair of casual black panties and slipping on a well-sized white T-shirt. It was like a modest dress almost, though, it was mostly just to cover up a bit, it wasn't like she had to hide from anyone in particular in the girls' dorms, at least so she'd thought.<br><br>Though, with Megumi starting to break down, it was hard not to step up and offer a big soft hug, and she didn't consider herself one to let go of temptations, she quickly stepped up and wrapped her hands around Megumi, holding her close. <strong>"Don't worry about it, things'll normal out soon, I'm sure"</strong>&nbsp;There was some doubt in her voice. She couldn't tie it down enough to make it sound genuine, she was skeptical, worried, scared, of what the year had to offer as well. <strong>"Come on, pull yourself together. Actually, know what, I know"</strong> She said, starting to slowly pull Megumi along. <strong>"Eating always helps. I don't really have anything to offer but cup noodles, but it's good comfort food, what do you want, chicken, beef, or prawn? I'm good with any, so pick your poison"</strong>&nbsp;Her embrace slowly lifted into standing side by side with Megumi, by the low Japanese-style table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 03:42:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGaVdmk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's Dorm Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>Megumi returned Akiyama's hug in silence. The blindfolded girl was shivering slightly, but the hug calmed her down a little. <br><br>Megumi felt more than a little childish for breaking down in front of Akiyama like this. Megumi knew that the woman had been through far, far worse than she herself had. Heck. Megumi's own troubles felt small to her by comparison. However, in the same way, it gave her a sense of shared understanding with Akiyama. They were both burned by their abilites. They both had trouble adjusting to society. And, most notably, they both had antidepressants- which was one of the <em>fun</em> reasons why Megumi knew the purpose Akiyama's pills so easily. When you got right down to it, Megumi realized the two of them had a lot in common... Albeit in all the wrong ways.<br><br>Still, as much as Megumi did not want to impress upon Akiyama's time, there really wasn't any other choice for her. What else could she do? Call her parents? Those monsters didn't give a hoot-nanny about her. Her mom moved back to Germany and Megumi had to struggle to get an allowance from her dad, and a small one at that. In terms of people she knew well, there was next to no one to lean on. AJ, who she had lived with the past week, was probably the closest thing, and he was neither apt nor applicable any longer.<br><br>Pulling back, Megumi softly nodded. She had managed to stop up the waterworks for now, which was good, because her&nbsp; blindfold was going to get crusty at this rate. She gently applied the towel blindfold blindfold again as she spoke. <strong>"S-Sorry. I like to think that wanting to make up for the bad is what matters most. Honestly... Knowing someone's past doesn't sting as much as realizing what they've become. Th-that's the worst problem for me. I don't just see people's past, I see who they <em>are</em>. Um, if that makes sense, at least. It's hard to describe."</strong><br><br>When Akiyama mentioned clothes, Megumi hesitated, but eventually produced her keyring. One for the door, one for her room, one <strong>"Um. My apartment should be safe right now. Um. Akumi will be unconscious for the next fourty five minutes and thirty three seconds, and um, after that he will remain unconscious for one hour, ten minutes and twenty-two seconds unless woken by something."</strong> Those numbers would prove 100% accurate, should Akiyama pay the room a visit.<br><br>At the mention of food, Megumi realized she hadn't a bite to eat in awhile. The cafeteria closed late at night and arguing with Akumi had taken up her regulrar mealtime. With her allowance, if Megumi couldn't find time for dinner she was Shoot out of Luck! <strong>"Food? Um, that would be nice, actually."</strong> She admitted. At the very least, thinking of food took her mind off the trouble upstairs <strong>"Chicken, if you don't mind."</strong> She said.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">If Akumi gets Megumi's clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Megumi's apartment was surprisingly clean. Blind or not, Megumi had no tolerance for dirt under any circumstances. Errant grime only annoyed her eyes further. A few things had been broken; a thrown bowl, a toppled lamp, nothing serious however. In the center of the room, flat on his back and out cold, was AJ. It appeared as if he was wearing some kind of sequined, razor-thin bikini and thong, with noticable bulge that left very little to the imagination. Yeah. This had been what Megumi had to deal almost 24-7, and precisely what she had been forced to look at a few minutes ago. Not a pretty sight, to say the least.<br><br>Megumi's room was locked, but the key to her door opened easily. The room inside was much cleaner, but felt blank. Usually people were supposed to have magazines, toys and books in their room. Posters, pictures, memorabilia, anything. Beyond her clothes and a few books stacked in a drawer, Megumi's room had <em>nothing</em>. No dolls. No ornaments. No desk-lamp. Not even a computer. Even her selection of clothes was pretty bare. She had more school uniforms than actual outfits, and the former was not a high number.<br><br>Upon her return, Akiyama, surprisingly, might find her apartment a little cleaner for no real reason. Just around the table Megumi had been eating at, in places she could feel with her fingers. Cleaning was Megumi's personal solution for therapy; even if it was only with a napkin.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 00:36:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's dorm room<br><strong>With:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>What Megumi responded with left Amya stuck in thought for a short while. She spent it filling up the electric water kettle with cold water that would soon boil up. She was admittedly a bit curious to how skilled Megumi was with chopsticks, considering that she after all couldn't see. She had a few plastic forks too though, so it wasn't like it mattered much.<br><br><strong>"It makes sense, I just don't entirely agree with it"</strong>&nbsp;Amaya broke the silence with it. <strong>"It's an optimistic way of thinking, but realistically, people don't change at the snap of a finger. You can change how someone does a job, but you can't change how they think"</strong> She said, opening up the chicken cup and a beef cup for herself, opening it up and pouring in the stock and the small pack of dried vegetables that would in the end just lay sad at the bottom of the cup.<br><br><strong>"That being said, you have the more fortunate view on the matter, and I envy you for that. Realism is nice and all, but optimism sounds far more pleasant"</strong> Amaya responded, finalizing her view on the matter, just in time for the kettle to finish in a loud humming of water boiling against an electric heater. Amaya pulled off the kettle from the small foot and poured in the now steaming water, placing a pair of chopsticks over the top cover she'd pulled halfway off earlier. <strong>"Just leave it sitting for a bit, I'll go and pick up your clothes. If there's anything else you're missing, I'll go with you tomorrow and we'll pick up those things, ok?"</strong>&nbsp;She said, stepping towards the door, stepping into a pair of simple sandals and unlocking the door.<br><br><strong>"I'll be back in a few minutes, just make yourself at home"</strong><br><br>And with that, Amaya stepped out and closed the door after herself. She realized in retrospect she should probably have brought along a bag to put the clothes into, but oh well, it'd look real lame if she had to come back half a second after leaving. She assumed Megumi had one, and if not, she'd figure something out.<br><br>She spun Megumi's keys lightly around her index finger, catching them just before they slipped off every time. The room number was written on the plastic piece on the handle of the key, so finding it wasn't too bad at least, the trek went by quickly. The population in the hallways had thinned out quite a lot, there was only the occasional stray student walking through, most seemed to have gathered up in their own or others' rooms, if they weren't out in the city still.<br><br>And eventually, she'd made her way to the door to Megumi and Akumi's dorm-suite. She unlocked the front door and stepped inside, quickly noticing the passed out... Thing, on the floor. A part of her wanted to step over and give her, or rather, him, a solid kick between the legs, but she held back her desire and instead tried the key on the first door. Nothing. It was the other one then. And true enough, she pushed in the key and it slipped right in, as if the lock had just been oiled. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. It looked like there hadn't been anyone inside for ages, cleanliness aside. She found a bag though, so she just opened it up wide and pulled Megumi's clothes out with some level of care, though for the most part, she assumed it'd have to be re-folded later anyways, so a lot of it ended up being lazily dumped in. When the bag was full, there was not a single garment left, though then again, most bags were bigger than they looked.<br><br>With that, Amaya stepped back outside and locked the door to Megumi's private quarters to keep the perv still passed out on the floor from getting in there, before turning off the lights in the suite and stepping out, carrying with her the bag down to her own room. Her own room wasn't in the same layout, no separate rooms, just a big shared space with sizable beds, she was a bit envious, but at the same time, her line of intimacy was rather lackluster and she couldn't claim she didn't want to share the space with Megumi, even if it could make it awkward at times.<br><br>The lock to Amaya's dorm room unlocked in a loud snap, followed by the sound of Amaya's sandals flopping against her heels as she stepped inside and closed the door after herself, finalizing with locking it. <strong>"There we go, don't know if I got everything, we can have a look tomorrow, after we've gone to the school board about A- your current roommate"</strong> She put the bag down a few steps from the door and stepped back to the table, sitting down by it. <strong>"But enough about that, let's eat, chopsticks are on top of your cup, which, uh, is right in front of you"</strong> Perhaps she was spoonfeeding a bit too much. Did it sound condescending? God she hoped not, she was just uncertain of how to present it. She was merely trying to be helpful, trying to envision the struggles of having no eyesight. She snapped her own chopsticks apart and pulled off the top of her cup, leaving it on the table for the time being, the smell of beef stock quickly filling the room before she'd had the time to start eating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 15:42:03</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> Boy's Dorm-Lobby<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Day, Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryuuji (m), Natsuki (M), 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> returning for the night. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Biscuit locked his bike up next to the main entrance of the Male's Dormitory. The Front entrance's over hang was more than large enough to keep the Bike out of the elements and still not be in the way of others arriving, and departing the Dorms. He couldn't help but feel that while his first day didn't exactly begin on the right foot, it sure as hell ended on the right one. He was quite thankful to meet a friendly person to show him the faculty office in Ryuuji. Biscuit felt like Spark Plug could be quite the entertaining trickster. Then that evening running into Natsuki at the Beef Bowl Joint. That was nice as well, barring that strange departure of course. Though the Ride back was more than memorable. Who was Biscuit kidding!? Natsuki was smokin' hawt, and he gave her a ride that she seemed to really enjoy. To the point that she wanted to go again! He couldn't think of a better way to end the day. That would explain the shit-eating grin on his lips as he entered into the Dormitory lobby. If not for the Curfew, Biscuit might have taken another ride this night. <br><br>As the doors hissed closed behind him, Biscuit slipped his Student ID card back into his wallet. Biscuit eased himself down on a bench, and started to work his boots off. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to wear his boots through the dormitory, but he decided not to take a chance and offend his fellow dorm mates. Once the boots came off, Biscuit walked into the Lobby proper before finding a nice seat to relax in for a few minutes before making his way back up to his room. From his pocket, he pulled his phone out, and opened the Pandora App so he could listen to some music. The lobby wasn't very crowded, or even populated from what he could tell. Either way that was fine, Biscuit was content to sit, and enjoy his music. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 00:41:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGaVdmk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's Dorm Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>Upon hearing Akiyama's opinion, Megumi frowned a little. The pills, the outlook, the history... Points and insights banged into place like pieces of a Rubix Cube, twisting and turning until one side was vaguely colored Akiyama. Megumi worried for the woman slightly, worried that she might blame herself for all she had been through. As always, Megumi could be dead wrong, but she almost wanted to say something. However, tonight wasn't the time, nor did the blindfolded girl had any place saying so. Instead, she timidly nodded, unable to find the right words. <strong>"Sorry, you're right, of course."</strong><br><br>Megumi's power had a big influence on her opinion of people's past. Everything about people... Who they are, what they've experienced, what they've done, it was all interconnected in her eyes. One of the limits to Megumi's power was that it drew information solely on how the world affected a person, not the other way around. This was more important than it sounded. How could Megumi truely blame Akumi, when she knew how his parents neglected him and the system alienated him? Likewise, her parents were terrible people, but their powers influenced their opinion of the world until they had become that way. She disliked them, but at the same time, they were all products of their environment. Everyone was. That was why she held people trying to become better in such high regard. Megumi could see the change. During her time at the Hospital, that was what she learned to put faith in. In times like this, it was helping hold the girl together.<br><br>When Akiyama returned with Megumi's clothes, the latter forced a smile in appreciation. <strong>"Thank you, Akiyama-san. Um, Really. Thank you. I don't know how I'd of gotten through tonight without your help."</strong> When Akiyama indicated where the chopsticks were, Megumi was actually thankful. Though she hated to admit it, it was hard for other people to gauge when she actually needed help with something. Sometimes her ability helped and sometimes it didn't; it was tricky and easier to err on the side of caution. With that, Megumi dipped into silence, saying a small prayer for the food before eating.<br><br>Megumi was able to eat with chopsticks, though the way she consumed it was a little peculiar. She drank all of the broth right off the bat, allowing her to have better purchase on the noodles and know the rough amount of noodles left by feeling the heat on the side of the cup. Megumi had been using chopsticks since she was born; in many ways they were just as comfortable as fork. Though she wasn't able to extract the last bastion of errant noodles at the bottom of the cup, eating a majority of them was within her ability.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 18:57:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's dorm room<br><strong>With:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br><strong>"Don't worry about it"</strong> Amaya replied casually, mixing the noodles around a little whilst watching Megumi start drinking the broth. A bit peculiar, but Amaya decided to keep her mouth shut about it. After all, it didn't make much of a difference aside from how long the noodles would stay warm... And possibly the flavor, she couldn't say she'd tried, but she doubted Megumi would've started drinking the broth if there wasn't a good reason behind it.<br><br>That being said, it was a tasty meal. Not as good as from a proper stand, but they really weren't that bad. Amaya remained silent throughout most of the cup and there was mostly broth left. From a proper serving place, she would've drank the broth too, but the cup noodle broth, she wasn't particularly fond of, so she stood up and walked over to the bathroom to pour it out in the sink, using the chopsticks to catch and eat any noodles still left at the bottom of the cup. She trailed it with pouring in some water to avoid it stinking up the room before stepping back into the main room, throwing the cup in the lidded trash-bin.<br><br>Thereafter, she returned to the table, watching Megumi finish up her cup. There were still a few cups left, but unless Megumi asked for another one, she figured she'd leave it, it was probably not the healthiest to eat at the end of the day, not that she was a particularly health conscious person herself.<br><br><strong>"Let's go by the school board tomorrow morning, I'll happily come along. Do you think he'll be a risk for others, you know like, after he's expelled?"</strong> Amaya asked, though feeling the question was poorly formed, and decided to try again. <strong>"Like, hurt someone, be a risk for the recent changes? I don't think anyone but you would know if that's the case. I thought a bit about what you said earlier today, about giving more attention to appearance and what have you in relation to the political aspect of it all... Gah, enough rambling. If you think he would be a legitimate risk for the situation, I have a few contacts, interest parties, that should be informed. You don't have to worry about it, it's not like there's any risk in raising the flag, if they're to be trusted at least"</strong> Though, the short light hearted laugh that came with it implied Amaya wasn't very worried. <strong>"Let me know tomorrow how you feel about it, okay?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 01:15:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGaVdmk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's Dorm Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>At Akiyama's question, Megumi looked pensive a moment. Her mind didn't really give her the luxury of being able to sleep on answers. <strong>"...No, he won't be a problem."</strong> Megumi decided, after considering Akiyama. <strong>"His abilities are dangerous, but reputation is Akiyama's largest blind spot. He has an inferiority complex; if others think less of him it can shut him down. Honestly, if this all went public, I'd put him at risk for... well, a more permanent way out of the limelight. I think it would be better for everyone if I just kept this quiet. I'll, um. I'll call the RA in the morning."</strong> <br><br>Tiredly, Megumi rubbed her blindfold. She wasn't exactly happy that she could be so certain in her response. It was like a bad memory she couldn't put out of her head. <strong>"...Sorry, it's always like this when I look at things. I see too much- just seeing half of your bathroom told me things I really have no right to know. Um. Related to that- you should probably clean out your shower. With bleach."</strong><br><br>Megumi set her cup on the table when she finished. <strong>"Um, Anyways, thank you. The- the noodles helped calm me down a little... Um. Sorry for asking, but is this room a single or a double? I thought it was shaped like my apartment, but the table is placed wrong."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 17:55:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's dorm room<br><strong>With:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>Though not feeling wholefully convinced by Megumi's response, Amaya decided to leave it and just put some faith into what was being said.<br><br><strong>"If you say so"</strong>&nbsp;She replied casually. She tried to not make it sound like she disagreed, but she doubted there was any chance Megumi didn't pick up on it. She didn't have much to say on the matter when she had admitted that anything she said on the topic would merely be a seed of bias due to her already not liking Akumi.<br><br>Megumi's comments on the bathroom were peculiar, Amaya wasn't sure if she should be frustrated, worried, or if there was little to care of it. She assumed Megumi had noticed the bright orange bottles that had been half pushed aside, though she wasn't sure if she should be worried about it or not. <strong>"The shower? The entire room looked clean when I got here though..."</strong> She wasn't sure what to think, at least with no knowledge of what it was Megumi had seen in particular. <strong>"I'll, uh, get on it I guess, I'll do it tomorrow"</strong> She found herself scratching the back of her neck trying to think of what kind of impurities Megumi could've seen.<br><br>On the question of layout, Amaya was unsure how to answer, she had admittedly not seen many of the other rooms, despite having arrived early. <strong>"It's a double, uh, how do I best explain it..."</strong> She tried to think of how to best explain it without having to force Megumi to take off the blindfold. <strong>"I got an idea, hold on"</strong> Without getting up, in an awkward moment she laid her upper body over in the direction of a cupboard, opening it to pull out a notepad and a good pen. <strong>"I'll draw it out on this notepad, like, real hard, while you won't see the color, you should be able to feel where I traced it, I'll explain as you feel over it"</strong><br><br>And with that, she started drawing the room, judging the distance between things as best she could. First the outer walls, then the subsection that made up the bathroom, forming the room into a crude. After that, the doors, including which way they went, and then the beds, and last, the table where they were sat and the wardrobes and cupboards, as well as the TV in the corner of the room. To finish it off, she put the notepad in front of the notepad so the door was on the same wall on the drawing as it was in reality.<br><br><strong>"There we go, hold on"</strong>&nbsp;She scooted in next to Megumi and led her right hand up to where they were sat, starting to narrate the layout of the room. It was inherently a bit more plain and a tiny bit smaller than the one Megumi had shared with Akumi before. There was no stationary table, just one that could be pulled out if desired for instance, and the free space on the floor was somewhat limited, it clearly wasn't designed to host a lot of people. The room resembled the layout of a hotel-room with two double-beds more than anything really. Not that it had been an issue when she was alone, she wasn't one to cry out about privacy either, it wasn't like she was very used to it. When she first saw the layout and how it differed from the other rooms, she'd not thought much of it. Studying the stray fire-plan chart, she'd seen that the room was a tiny bit smaller than all the other rooms on the row, which made her conclude that there had been some miscalculations by the engineers and architects, and that it had been a last second solution to make sure there were enough beds in the dormitory.<br><br><strong>"If this doesn't give you enough of an idea, I could alternatively put away a lot of my things and you could have a look at the room if you're feeling up for it"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 08:45:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGaVdmk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's Dorm Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br><strong>"Oh, that would be nice, actually!"</strong> Megumi said. Paitently, she began to wait while Akiyama began to Art. It gave her a bit of time to reflect. Megumi supposed things could be worse. Akumi wasn't an exceptional person, but that didn't mean no one else was. Megumi had been so distraught that she was fell back into her old psychosis of distrust. It was a bad state of mind for her, and she really appreciated Akiyama getting Megumi out of that state of mind.<br><br>Megumi seemed a bit surprised by Akiyama getting close again, but she didn't seem to mind it. As the girl moved Megumi's hand, the blind girl's fingers graced the paper; skidding over the markings her host had etched. The product of the blonde girl's work was a bit rough, but Megumi found it functional. Akiyama wasn't exactly an architect, and she was doing the best she could under the circumstances.<br><br>Megumi had never stayed in a hotel room before. The closest thing she could compare it to was a double-bed setup hospital room. Perhaps with a few more appliances, but close enough.<br><br><em>"If this doesn't give you enough of an idea, I could alternatively put away a lot of my things and you could have a look at the room if you're feeling up for it."</em><br><br>To this, Megumi actually made a soft giggle, then shook her head 'no'. <strong>"Sorry. If used my eyes again you'd probably have to carry me out of the kitchen. Eh heh, to be honest, I feel like I'm going to collapse anyways! Heh... <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">I am very tired.</span>"</strong> The half-germanic girl may have been naturally pale to begin with, but Megumi was several shades whiter than she was this morning, and when Akiyama touched her hand to move it, her skin was still cold to the touch. Both of these things would have had Megumi just entered from outside just a minute ago, but she had been inside for a good while now. Some people's abilities operated on calories, or timers. Megumi's powers relied solely on TLC, and she was in short supply. She needed to rest properly before she could use her eyes again.<br><br><strong>"So... you're in this double by yourself, right?"</strong> Megumi would eventually ask, drawing some conclusions from the bath-view. <strong>"Um, I didn't know if I was interrupting anyone else. Not for sure, I mean- I just wanted to know for certain!</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 22:08:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's dorm room<br><strong>With:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br><strong>"Sorry, I, uh, meant tomorrow, or some other day"</strong> Amaya elaborated. <strong>"I figured you probably wouldn't want to look around any more today, I meant some other day"</strong> She explained, thinking about it. It probably wouldn't happen, she figured that by the time Megumi would feel ready to have a look around, her mental image of the room would already be so good she didn't feel a need to see it.<br><br><strong>"I have it for myself, yeah"</strong> Amaya replied gently, starting to stand up. <strong>"They said it was merely because the number of girls making use of the dorms was odd, but I have my doubts to be honest. Since you mentioned things you weren't meant to see, I'm assuming you were referring to the pill-bottles in the bathroom?"</strong> Amaya didn't bother waiting for an answer. <strong>"They think I'm suicidal and on the verge of a mental breakdown, guess their galleon figure was only relevant for so long and now they just want to avoid a catastrophe, for all I know, they could think I'm just fine but just want to be on the safe side"</strong> She said with a sigh.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, a bit heavy maybe? I'm probably just overthinking it, I shouldn't push it on to you. It's just... When things are too good to be true, it's typically because they're not. It's easy to go around all happy go lucky thinking that the world is a better place now, while in reality, the many of those "saved" from it all just don't know what to do with it all, I guess that includes myself. It's hard to go back to a society that used to shun you thinking nothing of it. I guess I'm kind of lucky in that regard, I have decent control over my powers and they don't visualize like those of many others, many aren't quite that lucky. And yet, I have moments when I think that it would have been best if things just stayed the way they were, as selfish as it sounds. Because I can't think of anything sadder in life than not having a direction you want to go. At least before, I used to have ideas of what I wanted to do, now, all I do is to distract myself"</strong> She said with a small, half-hearted laugh. <strong>"Though, I guess that's just life, distracting yourself from the fears of the unknown, but no amount of alcohol, money, sex, love, or joy can truly hide over it as well as motivation can"</strong><br><br>What was that feeling that was crossing her cheek. The mild moisture, the modest taste of salt touching the tip of her lip before tracing down to her chin and dropping down on her chest.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, again, I'm forcing you to listen to my rambling, I'm going to get some air"</strong> And with that, she stepped over to the balcony door, opened it, quickly closing it after herself and drying the corner of her eye with her palm, biting her lip till the thick taste of blood coated her tongue. <br><br>It was cold. Despite being an April night, the winds didn't shy from the cold breeze coming from the sea. It left her skin feeling prickly, feet were shifting uncomfortably on the concrete flooring, nipples were poking into the thin material of her top. Her underarms felt sore already from leaning against the rough material of the balcony railing. <br><br><em>"I'm sure I scared her off... How dumb can you get, it's not like she's in a position to feel much else. If anything, it just made me seem like a whiny little kid... Though, perhaps I'm no better than that, not like this at least..."</em><br><br>She had a brief look down. A fall of several stories. Every time she closed her eyelids, the image reappeared with dashes of red. But ultimately, it sickened more than tempted. She pushed back from the railing, looking up at the sky instead. Not a cloud to be seen, just dim yellow dots.<br><br><em>"I wonder what she thinks of me by now... I guess I'll find out whenever I go back inside... Not that I really want to"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>17-12-2016, 00:28:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGaVdmk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's Dorm Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br><em>Since you mentioned things you weren't meant to see, I'm assuming you were referring to the pill-bottles in the bathroom?</em><br><br>There was hesitation, but eventually Megumi nodded. That was precisely what she had picked up on. Antidepressants, for depression. As if by fate, it happened to be the exact same prescription Megumi herself was taking. Depression had been a serious problem for her in the last few years. The scars on her eyelids still stung from all the times she literally tried to scrape them out. There were other scars in less... courageous places as well.<br><br>In acute silence, she listened to Akiyama's troubles. The blond girl felt like she was imposing, but that couldn't be farther from the case. There was an entire club Megumi had founded for dealing with problems Akiyama was going through right now. Megumi, in her social akwardness, had never considered what she could say in this situation. However, as Akiyama continued to have trouble, her words beginning to bear the trademark noises of someone crying, Megumi processed. Her mind went over everything someone could possibly say. It was a nebulous task, but Megumi wanted to ease Akiyama's mind somehow. She couldn't just let the woman who had helped her so much feel terrible like this. It just wouldn't Do.<br><br>It took her some time, but Megumi realized she shared a lot in common with Akiyama. They both lacked trust. To them, the world was always full of scary unknowns. Around every corner, lurking beneath every shaded eve, was the possibility of a new betrayal; a new danger. Once burned, it was so easy to assume you'd be burned the next time. It kept you safe; it lessened the blow when the next betrayal eventually came. It hard for many people to understand without having experienced it themselves. Megumi, however, knew all too well. Everything in her world was an unknown.<br><br>Then, Akiyama felt she had said to much. Megumi heard her host retreat for a 'breath of fresh air'. Alone, Megumi took the time to finish considering a response. Wordlessly, she stood and began blindly finding her way to the balcony. Her hands eventually found the edge of the balcony's sliding glass door.<br><br><strong>"It's a bit chilly tonight, isn't it?"</strong> Megumi asked, joining Akiyama on the balcony. Similarly to her host, Megumi leaned on the railing, taking in the night air, even though she couldn't see view quite as well. In one hand was the wetted towel from earlier. <strong>"...Akiyama-San, can I show you something?"</strong> Working silently, Megumi began to wipe at one of her wrists. Slowly, concealer makeup was wiped away. Beneath it was three pink, jagged lines on her forearm, near the base of her wrist. Scars.<br><br><strong>"Sorry- it's a bit dark out, but I think you should be able to see them."</strong> Speaking quietly, Megumi pointed at one of the dashes across her wrist. <strong>"Um. September 18th, 2013: three days after my ability manifested."</strong> She pointed at another scar. <strong>"December 30th, 2013: the same week they gave me my blindfold and took me off of sedation."</strong> Finally, she pointed at a third. It was fresher than the others. <strong>"And... October 2015: the day after I diagnosed Shiro-Senpai."</strong><br><br><strong>"Sorry, I... Don't normally show this to people."</strong> Megumi said, forcing a weak smile, <strong>"But I wanted to show it to you because, well, my apartment doesn't have a balcony for a reason. The group who helped you; I don't know much about them, but they don't think you are suicidal. They would have put you on the first floor, or next-door to me, by the stairwell. Sorry- it sounded like it was troubling you, so I wanted to speak up about it."</strong> <br><br>Rubbing the exposed scars absentmindedly, Megumi continued, speaking frankly for once in her life. <strong>"I... have trouble trusting people too. According to my psychiatrist, that's actually where my stutter comes from. I have trouble speaking normally to people because, even though I don't trust people, I have to put faith in them anyways. I am blind, after all. If I stopped relying on others, I would never get anything done. That's the thing, though. After awhile, I realized that forcing myself to depend on people helped me in a ways that went beyond my disability. If you never trust anyone... It eats at you. Do you ever get that feeling? It's a special, terrible kind of loneliness; made only worse since you know that you're the one responsible for it. It was hard, but after I started relying on people again, I've been able to stuff that feeling back in the hole, where it belongs. Eheh, most of the time, at least."</strong><br><br>Looking back in Akiyama's direction, Megumi did her best to summaraize. <strong>"I guess what I'm trying to say is, that fear of the unknown? As impossible as it sounds, dealing with it gets easier. It never goes away, but it does get better. You just need to keep working at it."</strong> Megumi smiled lightly. <strong>"...At least, that's how it is for me! Sorry, I hope that made sense..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>17-12-2016, 01:30:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's dorm room<br><strong>With:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>As little as she wanted to go back inside, the cold air was getting to her. Perhaps it just fit, maybe that was it. Cold had never been something to bother her. Perhaps it was because of her drop in heart. Perhaps it was because the wetness on her cheeks was sucking up the cold. Or perhaps it was just her body trying to get her to go back inside.<br><br>Just in time for Amaya to turn around however, the sound of the balcony door opening appeared behind her, and Megumi came out. She should have guessed as much, it was too much to expect to be left alone. <br><br>Despite not saying anything, Amaya's eyes were naturally drawn towards what was put on display in front of her. Her eyes traced the hand working the towel till it had done its deed and thin lines came to view in the moonlight, before Megumi started explaining their origins.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps that with the balcony is true for you, but... They know I don't have the guts to jump"</strong> Amaya replied silently, glancing down again. Yet again, every time she closed her eyelids, the afterimage of the pavement was painted in shades of red.<br><br><strong>"I've thought of death as a sweet release as well, but... The last time I tried... Well, that's how I ended up in the hospital. I almost killed a man. A man with a loving wife and two children. It's not what I was about to do, what I could have done... No, what I would have done, that eats at me. It's the thought of what I'd leave behind"</strong> Amaya's arms returned to the balcony railing. <strong>"The guilt of thinking I was seconds away from leaving his wife a widow and his children forever waiting is what burns the most. I'm not going to claim he was a good man, however, it doesn't mean his family would have deserved it"</strong><br><br>Another deep sigh breathed out through Amaya's nose. <strong>"His wife actually visited me in the hospital one day"</strong>&nbsp;Amaya said calmly, almost a bit optimistically. <strong>"She broke one of my ribs and told me she wished I had died that day. I guess she really did love him, I don't think I've ever met a woman that hit as hard as she did. To think such an act would be possible in a modern hospital, bizarre, no?"</strong><br><br>Amaya's drier tone made a quick return however. <strong>"I fear the unknown more than anything. I hate waking up and wondering what the day will bring, because you never know. I fear of days of the past just as much as those of the future. Between shattered bones, burn-marks, scars and whatever worse you can imagine, there's no place left in the world for people like you and me. The world is designed for those who fit into it, that doesn't encompass me, nor does it you. Perfection isn't subjective, it's objective. It's a collective opinion, and the collective opinion is that things should have stayed the way they were. When a brightly colored card describes you better than your own tongue, then what does it matter"</strong><br><br>Amaya leaned over to pick up the wet towel Megumi had brought out, using the cleaner side to dry her eyes. <strong>"But, I have no desire to die. I won't have any legacy, nobody I leave behind, all that will be left will be a donor-card that can hopefully help someone else"</strong> And with that, Amaya was done. She had nothing left to say, anything of interest had been said. <strong>"Thank you... For listening to me. I appreciate it, I really do. Sometimes it's just nice to talk for a bit. I don't normally like to talk about my issues, but... I figured if there's anyone it'd be alright to tell, it'd be you"</strong><br><br>And with that, she gently took Megumi's hand and started to lead her back inside so they wouldn't catch a cold.<br><br><strong>"Also, I wanted to apologize, for earlier today. I shouldn't have, what should I call it... Tried to push myself on to you, it was not cruelly meant in any way. You're a beautiful girl in every thinkable way, don't ever let anyone say otherwise, but I'll leave you alone, it's understandable that your predicament would desire other traits than just physical"</strong> <br><br>Amaya shut the door to the balcony, making sure it was properly closed. She bit her lip yet again. <strong>"I really mean it... It's not just something I'm saying. I'm sorry, I put you in a very tough position due to my own selfishness, so please, don't think ill of me for it"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>18-12-2016, 23:55:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGaVdmk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's Dorm Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br><strong>"There <em>is</em> a place for me, and there <em>is</em> a place for you."</strong> Megumi said to Akiyama, with unusual firmness. <strong>"I am certain,"</strong> she reassured. This was one of the things Megumi felt strongly about. Akiyama had said many self-defeating statements, but that one point was something the blindfolded girl denied with the stubbornness of a mule. If there was no place for them in life, then to Megumi, life was genuinely not worth living. The assertion that she could never reintegrate with society was of the few things that actually kept her going. <strong>"...And um, y-you're welcome."</strong><br><br>It was probably a good idea that Akiyama led Megumi back inside; the woman felt deathly cold to the touch. At this point, it probably wouldn't healthy to expose the blindfolded girl to the elements for longer than a few minutes. Apparently, Megumi didn't seem to care for her own well-being as much as she cared about pulling Akiyama out of the rut she had gotten stuck in.<br><br><em>"I'm sorry, I put you in a very tough position due to my own selfishness, so please, don't think ill of me for it."</em><br><br>Megumi sighed at Akiyama's apology. Being called genuinely beautiful was a flattering, but it wasn't the part that Megumi focused in on. For a brief moment, it felt like their roles had switched places. Searching out for Akiyama again, she would locate the woman and give her a tight hug. Tight as it could be, at least- Megumi wasn't exactly strong. <strong>"Y-you don't have to be sorry for anything. I don't think ill of you just because y-you hit on me and I will be disappointed if you start avoiding me. Akiyama-san... you do your best to help people. You've done bad things and terrible things have happened to you, but I can tell that you are trying your best to change. I s-said the same thing before; that, more than anything else, is what makes all of the difference."</strong><br><br>The blind woman drew back, keeping her hands on the girl's shoulders. <strong>"You are a good person. You are trying to change. And, um, if you ever need help with that, or j-just need to talk again, I w-would be honored to help in any way I can."</strong> Megumi smiled genuinely. Without a doubt, she knew that tomorrow she would have to give Akiyama a flyer for her club. <strong>"Now um- uh- is it alright if we go bed? I, um, actually feel a little faint..."</strong> she said, in a tone with progressively decaying confidence.<br><br>Should she be brought to anything resembling a bed, she would almost scramble into it the moment she knew it was there. She would mutter a wholehearted thank-you and goodnight to Akiyama, and fall asleep in her school-uniform. She was beyond tired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>24-12-2016, 00:16:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Akiyama's dorm room<br><strong>With:</strong> Megumi Shika<br><strong>Time:</strong> First day of School; Night Time<br><hr><br>As with earlier, Amaya's ideas conflicted Megumi's optimistic response greatly. She saw no future for herself, and admittedly, very little for Megumi. They would forever be considered freaks, it was merely how the world operated. One would have thought that superiority would be seen as a means to advance, but instead, all it had proven to show is that even the most mundane of humans have strains of heartlessness in the bottom of their hearts. However, Amaya was in no mood to further discuss it, it would only strain their friendship, since Amaya had no intention of changing her ways in that regard, and, fairly, she had no desire to change the way Megumi thought on it. Her optimism was enviable, though her realism was far more reliable, even if fate was a cruel mistress. <br><br>It was relieving to know that Megumi held no grudge for what had taken place in the auditorium. While the response was more or less what Amaya had expected, it was relieving to have it reassured.<br><br><strong>"I'm happy it doesn't bother you. The bed I made for you is right over here"</strong>&nbsp;Amaya said, leading her on towards it. <strong>"I'll be up for a bit reading, if I went to bed now, even if a bit tired, I'd wind up wide awake at four. I'll stop if it bothers you though, so just tell me, same goes if you need something"</strong> Amaya stated, letting Megumi undress and get ready for bed while she fished out her reading material. A small stack of thin magazines she'd likely peek at, a maths book she probably wouldn't touch, and a book on kanji, the one she'd most likely turn to. Her Japanese knowledge as far as reading went was below average, she was well aware of that. Same went for most subjects admittedly, and while some mattered less than others, reading was vital enough to dedicate time to knocking it into her head. And the magazines made for a nice break, even if they weren't as good of an exercise as a proper book would have been. <br><br>And thus the night started. Amaya left the lights on, it didn't matter much after all. She needed the lights and with Megumi's heavy duty blindfold would keep it all blocked out, so it was fair as was. <strong>"Goodnight Megumi, and again, thanks for listening to me"</strong> Whilst her smile would be nowhere to be seen, the lightness in Amaya's voice would reflect positive emotions just as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>03-01-2017, 02:36:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/U9J0oRx.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Eva Jonah<br><strong>Location:</strong> dormitory common room<br><strong>Time:</strong> After first day of classes<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white tank top and jeans (basically picture above)<br><strong>With:</strong> Alone for the time being. (reserved scene)<br><br>Today had been a pretty mundane for Eva so far. Classes were nothing to write home about since it was only the first day, and the only thing they'd ever really been able to talk about were course expectations, a few basic nonexistent tests that did nothing but give the teacher a reasonable expectation of where their class was sitting at... All the regular starting up stuff that made Eva want to slowly melt out of her seat. It would be a little different if her abilities were more potent, and she could at least glimpse far enough into the future to cheat on a test or two...&nbsp; But as it was, the thirty seconds she had didn't even let her look that far ahead. The best she ever got was maybe a lucky question or two off a neighbor's desk, or a good head's up that if she didn't ease up on her pencil she was about to snap the lead off by accident. It was days like this that left Eva at her most downtrodden and frustrated. What was even the point of going to a school with all these amazing abnormals with their unique traits and abilities if she was... well... basically just a normal? Powers didn't exactly mature with age, at least as far as Eva had seen, so it wasn't like she could just buckle down and wait until her powers were truly incredible.<br><br>To somebody who desired nothing more in the world than to be respected and admired, being trapped in the mundane was a purgatory on earth. It was in this mindset that the somewhat discouraged black haired teenager dropped herself down into one of the large, cushy recliners in the dormitory common room the instant that classes let out. Her room was decent and all, but it was wanting in the ways of furniture. Besides, nobody really used this common room anyway so she wasn't too worried about having anybody interrupt her. Eva lived a life of essentially trying to make the biggest mountain out of the molehill she'd been assigned, and while for the most part she was embracing of her ability and tried to make the most of it, sometimes it just got the better of her, and she fell into the stupor of remembering that her power just kinda flat out <em>sucks</em>. In the event that anybody opted to join her in the common room, they would see the raven haired girl relaxing, her head slumped backwards and her eyes shut as she let out a little indignant huff.<br><br>There were people out there with a lot worse problems than she had, she knew that... But that didn't mean she couldn't allow herself to wallow in a little bit of self pity every once in a while. These kinds of little 1-person pity parties could be surprisingly therapeutic whenever she was feeling particularly downtrodden. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>04-01-2017, 00:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1T1AhxZ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dormitory Common Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Eva Jonah, Natsuki (Mentioned), Benjamin (Mentioned)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Second day, after classes, after parking lot scene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=258957.msg12863117#msg12863117)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Loose, slightly ripped jeans, white T-shirt, red and blue flannel around waist, sneakers.<br><hr><br>After leaving Benjamin and Natsuki, Amaya had ended up just going a bit of here and there to make time pass. She had no grand plans, she merely believed in making an impact and then letting it sink until the other person's own curiosity got the better of them... Or not, it didn't always work, but then she'd know to go for the more aggressive second act, provided she was interested in further pursuing the line she had tossed out. She had no dreams of a relationship beyond intimacy, she had a lurking feeling her second ability would've been spreading bad luck to those around her, it felt like those who got too close to her usually winded up burning their fingers, or burning hers.<br><br>Which was why she considered it if not appropriate, then at least acceptable, to place as many leads as she did. She could love a person, it normally came with the intimacy her leads lead to, and she'd rarely be against re-living that love at a later date, but she was not in the market for something deeper - Something more dedicated. If the other person couldn't handle that, then they would just have to cut their ties altogether.<br><br>Perhaps it was the lax attitude that had given her some degree of popularity among girls curious to see what another girl could give her. The ability to cut all ties immediately should the taste for more not arise. Luckily, it usually did, with all the problems that came with it. "You were my first, take some responsibility" was a line she was certain she'd need more than one hand to count, maybe more than both her hands.<br><br>However, she'd slowed down after the encounter on the parking lot. The response she'd read from Natsuki's body was more than enough to chart some fun up in the near future. Plus, she had been curious of a few things, and she'd gotten them answered throughout the day. She'd had a peek around the premises, gotten in a small and meaningless fight, had a short chat with the school nurse, and she'd taken some time to study the bus schedules so she'd have it in her head till she had her set of wheels, since until then, it was either that, or going by foot.<br><br>But, it was getting darker outside. Not nighttime just yet, but it wasn't too far off. She wasn't too hungry admittedly, she'd probably have some more cup noodles later, for the time being, she'd leave it. She'd had some small snacks while surveying the area, it felt like it'd last her for a fair while. Under normal circumstances, she'd likely have gone straight back to her dorm room after class to play video games for a couple hours, but with Megumi in mind, she'd decided to slow down on the games. It felt a bit respectless to enjoy it while Megumi was incapable of even glancing at it. Another day, at a better time, she'd return to it. For the time being, she'd likely return to her dorm room to study, or flip through some magazines maybe.<br><br>That was, until she noticed that there was a kettle and a fair selection of teabags in one of the common rooms of the dorms. Humming along to an upbeat tune playing in the earbuds hanging from her ears, she stepped over to the kettle with light feet, seemingly being quite spaced out, which she was. While the kettle was heating up the water, she flicked her way through the broad selection till she found a flavor that sounded exciting - Dragonfruit and raspberry, not the type of tea she'd normally drink, though even more reason to give it a try, no? She grabbed a cup for herself and put the teabag in, wrapping the thin string to the handle of the cup to keep it from falling into the tea once the water was added.<br><br>Quickly after the added the water, the sweet aroma the tea produced spread like a wildfire in the room. She'd been ready to move on to her room by the time she noticed the girl sitting in the common room by herself. She pulled out the pair of white earbuds and stuffed them down the collar of her shirt, proceeding to step over, claiming a seat next to the girl.<br><br><strong>"Everything alright love?"</strong> Amaya asked quietly, glancing over, taking a sip of her cup, quickly pulling away again, cursing silently as she'd burned her lip. She let the cup down on her knee to rest it, balancing it with her hands. <strong>"Any particular reason you're sitting by yourself? Waiting for someone?"</strong> Of course, she knew well why, or at least what she'd been doing. Perhaps because it was relatable, but she didn't hold the face of someone excitedly waiting for a boyfriend or a bunch of friends. If it was loneliness or if it was some other form of pity, Amaya didn't know, but it wasn't something positive at least. She tried another sip of the tea, taking a good sip from the cup, yet again regretting it once she felt how hot it was down her throat, though this time, she kept silent about it, opting for a smaller sip afterwards.<br><br><strong>"Enough hot water in the kettle for another cup, I'd go for the dragonfruit one, it sounded pretty interesting"</strong> She said with a sleek smile, taking another sip of her cup, well aware that she'd left the wrapping for the tea-bag on the counter, and that she'd recommended the exact same one she was drinking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Denai Academy (Superpowers/Academy/Anime) [Dormitories]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 06:28:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/U9J0oRx.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Eva Jonah<br><strong>Location:</strong> dormitory common room<br><strong>Time:</strong> After first day of classes<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white tank top and jeans (basically picture above)<br><strong>With:</strong> Akiyama Amaya<br><br>Eva jolted with a bit of surprise when the blonde entered the room, helping herself to tea. Because every student had their own personal dorm room, it was a rather rare event that the common room was ever populated outside of being a rallying location for friend meetups, or special events thrown by the student body. Either way, Akiyama would be met with a neutral smile as she shook her head at the flurry of questions. It wasn't that Eva was outright disagreeing with her, more that was a practiced, reflexive action that came with a great deal of muscle memory. "Oh, yes. I'm perfectly fine." she reassured. She wasn't so childish as to be lost on the fact that her complaints were petty and mostly groundless. She just found that letting that shallow, petty little part of her vent every once in a while did help her keep her head on straight. "I am on my own though, just wanted to stop in... My own room is a little on the empty side." She offered as an explanation to the second question. It was around this point that Akiyama could start to pick out the traces of her accent, if she was feeling astute. Denai academy was growing more renowned by the year, resulting in teenagers from all over the world migrating over to make it their new home and training ground... It seemed that Eva was no different, in that regard.<br><br>Either way, the black haired girl would offer a bit more genuine, a bit brighter of a smile as she leaned forward, speaking as she did so. "I may take you up on that tea offer, thank you... My name is Eva..." Seamlessly, Eva's fingers grazed along her forehead as she messed with one of her bangs. It was an action that seemed fairly innocuous, but it got the job done as her mind's eye took a glance thirty seconds into the future. This particular little trick was one that she'd put a lot of effort into, and it always seemed to at least catch them off guard, impress some. Without breaking the stride of her commentary, she took advantage of the information she divined from the future she'd seen. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaya." she said casually. She knew that among natives, it was more polite, more decent, to refer to somebody by their last name and some kind of honorific... But Eva was a cool renegade that didn't quite play by all the same rules as society, she could afford to break this particular courtesy to tactically boost her image... she found that most students here didn't really mind anyway. <br><br>For now she'd just be patient, await the blonde's reaction... She only had two more times where she could peek ahead at their conversation and cheat like that, and neither of them were going to be quite that free, or obvious. Now was where the more challenging part began, selling the image she advertised and ensuring that she walked away as somebody worthy of admiration, respect... Maybe even just a touch of envy if she did *really* good. Admittedly, that one was a lot more challenging now that she was in a school for the supernatural, but that just meant it was all the better whenever she managed to pull it off.
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