Corrupting Magics (Nimander x snapdragon)
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				Title: <strong>Corrupting Magics (Nimander x snapdragon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>14-10-2016, 07:46:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i66.tinypic.com/sljqm9.jpg)</div>Dark azure orbs looked up as a book, held in one hand, was placed carefully on the desk as the teacher in the room spoke with far too much enthusiasm, "Alright guys, quiet down. Raise. Bow!" He waited for the greeting, and then smiled as the teacher spoke again, "Class, we have gained a new member! I know it is a little late in the process for that, but let me introduce to you Hiragi Sensei, an intern from Tokyo Academy!" He then turned to the young man and asked, "Would you please introduce yourself?"<br><br>Hiragi "Sensei", no more than nineteen or twenty years of age, seemed to radiate confidence as he replied, "Yes, Sensei." The intern spun so that he faced the class and folded both his arms behind his back before he continued with a smile, "I'm Hiragi Sensei, the teacher's assistant that will be completing your tutoring for the remainder of the year. I'll keep what my hobbies are to myself, but my favorite food as a university student is plain soba." He smiled characteristically and then bowed to the teacher, "Thank you, Sensei. Please, be at ease." <br><br>However the greeting went, and dependent on the noise level, he would slam his hand, not too hard, but enough to gain attention as needed, "As we are near the end of the year, Yamada Sensei has told me where he left off. First, let me take attendance." Hiragi picked up the attendance list and smiled as he started to read off the names. Hiragi Sensei was not just a normal intern, but a former being of power. That power, and what he had attained since he had left school, allowed him to search for others will that power, or the potentially to have that power granted, or unlocked. He had seen a few with potential, one with hidden talent, and one or two that he couldn't read. He found the two of them the most interesting, during the role call, and decided to look into them more, after school.<br><br>After attendance was taken, he'd smile enthusiastically and continued as he pointed a finger in the air, while the other grabbed the book he had placed down earlier, "Lets start your history lesson from where Yamada Sensei left off."<br><br>The teacher was dressed in a mostly black overcoat with red lining and dark red on the inside, one that could be used for in the classroom and when it rained and still be dry. It was a choice in uniform, how formal one had to dress as a teacher, but as an intern, he had to wear the whole thing. Like the male students, he wore the black pants, and in the building, black loafers. He had actually kind of missed the uniform after he had graduated, so he welcomed this opportunity. <br><br>What they focused on and what he taught came out like someone between green and a few years completed. A few of the male students though to make fun, while others scolded them. The young intern only smiled a bit, though he did scold a few students himself. His eyes, however, always scanned the class. What he sought- what he was truly after- was somewhere in this school. It wasn't just those young ones that he wanted, there was an object or a creature that could grant those this power. Hiragi was on a special mission that just happened to coincide with his education, attached to the Organization.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting Magics (Nimander x snapdragon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snapdragon</strong> on <strong>17-10-2016, 05:10:03</strong>
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				The mornings at Tokyo Academy were as rambunctious as ever. Students with their bags stuffed to the brim with text books and homework, all filing in to the school grounds beyond the high wrought iron gates. The noise was indistinct chatter as girls in plaid uniforms gathered in circles as gossip slipped between them. It had been on everyone's lips that there was some new person on campus. Teen girls leaned in to cup their hands near their ears as they whispered to each other. "Did you hear that 1-2 has the new teacher assistant?" <br><br>"Mou~! Lucky! I saw him in the hall and he was cute!"<br><br>One girl didn't seem to be gathered with the groups with their minds on hormones. Her eyes were sleepy, a dark amber color that was hidden behind dark lashes. She carried her bag like it contained the weight of the world across slim shoulders. "Momoko-chan!" one of the girls called, but she barely raised her hand in a wave as she carried on down the hallway. The sharp ring of the bell caused another movement of crowded hallways towards clean, bright classrooms. <br><br>The homeroom rose in unison with the command of the teacher, bowing and parroting the greeting. Momoko's seat was furthest in the back, letting her slouch further down in her seat as if she could avoid the daylight sharply beaming into the warm classroom. The names were rattled off for attendance and as he called her name, "Fukada Momoko!" Her hand went up to acknowledge his presence.<br><br>She stretched her legs in front of her as she sat, dark pleated skirt spilling across her thighs. It was hard for her to keep trying to pay attention, even with the new assistant in front of the classroom. While he wore the copy of the boys' uniform, hers was similar – white blouse with dark red neckbow, dark blazer, and dark plaid skirt. Momoko's hand tangled in her dark blue hair, twisting strands around her fingers as she looked forward. The room was filled with a new, unusual energy that she couldn't pinpoint. No matter how many times she tried, she was never as good as some of the others who could read the auras of the room. All she was good for was fighting monsters, apparently, but she could sense something new. She didn't *like* new. <br><br>Momoko was determined to find out what it was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting Magics (Nimander x snapdragon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>17-10-2016, 05:46:25</strong>
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				If the young Makoto had thought that her teacher's assistant had not noticed her sleepiness, she was dead wrong. He remembered what it was like for him, a double life of protection and homework. His journey, before his corruption, had started near beginning of his lower secondary school. Hiragi made it a mental note to speak to this "Fukada Makoto" after class ended. He would not have her dose like that, and slump in her chair like some limp fish. Oh, the things that he would do to her-<br><br>His mental images stopped as he realized that this should be kept for later. He paused a moment in the teaching, and thent continued with a light smile on his face. The kids that tried to give Yamada Sensei trouble, after that, found out that Hiragi Sensei didn't tolerate it to the same degree. They would be called on to answer more questions, but then one of them started to back talk as he snapped in a growl, "Oh yeah? Well, what about Fukada-san? She's just sitting there like she ain't slept." Clearly, this student was not born around here. His speach was less refined, and he seemed to embrace it. If Hiragi remembered correctly, he was Kirigaya. The kid seemed determined that he would not be the only one reprimanded, and Hiragi decided that this would be a good opportunity.<br><br>"Kirigaya-kun, you are actively messing around. Fukada-san," he said her name louder as he turned his dark blue eyes in her direction, "I will see you after classes are done, in this room." He didn't expect the kids to really understand all his reasons, but he added, "Yamada Sensei will be here as well." He'd rather she not get any strange ideas, so it was better to tell her that the teacher would stay. He nodded over to the board and said, "Now then, Kirigaya-kun, answer the question."<br><br>Class seemed to go relatively smoother after that exchange, as a delay like "meet with the teacher" meant that one would be late for club activities, even scolded by their fellow club mates. However, there definitely wasn't a club that Fukada belonged to. Anyone that tired usually studied too long, or had a job, something that a high school student was not supposed to have. In other words, for Makoto, it could mean being a year held back if she were found out. Not that he thought she had a job that actually paid her. No, he sensed something else with the girl. She was not like the others, and he would have to investigate the other, Jitou Momo later. His eyes glanced back at her, and the students took that as a warning that she had better show up.<br><br>At the end of the class, Hiragi left and spoke with the teacher as the new teacher made their way in, for calculus. Male students milled about for a while, made fun of Kirigaya, and then general buzz was that Makoto had already pissed off the assistant. He looked nice, but there seemed to be the general energy that he wasn't as nice as he appeared. A passive rage, they seemed to say- after all- Hiragi Sensei was still young, not that much older than the rest of them. A back-handed insult and rabble until the math teacher snapped for them to get seated. A rather unpleasant woman, she was strict, and not even that fair. Makoto might even get scolded again, and there was no way that Kirigaya would let her live it down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting Magics (Nimander x snapdragon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snapdragon</strong> on <strong>12-11-2016, 10:51:37</strong>
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				It was always troubling how long the days felt like in the classrooms of the academy. Makoto's energy seemed to drift to dangerously low levels as the sensei continued to speak. Her eyes drifted towards the window, looking out at the bright blue sky that was littered with soft clouds that seemed to float with the same lack of urgency as time dragged along. The notebook page that should have had lines of notes was almost empty with features of half finished sentences and pen taps against the page.<br><br>Her attention finally snapped back when she heard the rude voice of Kirigaya-kun, sneering with hostility as her name was dragged out. Makoto's face pinched up in a disgusted look with narrowed eyes at Kirigaya. There was a soft sound of whispers from students as Hiragi sensei had pointed out she'd have to see him after the end of the day bell. There wasn't a fight or backtalk from Makoto, but a purse of her lips as she bowed her head.<br><br>It wasn't easy, she knew, how to keep a façade that wouldn't falter. She just happened to be tired and there's no way of coming back from this kind of tired once it set in – bone deep and to her core. Fights were not supposed to be as arduous, but things had changed. Her nights grew longer and left her more wary. She'd take the scolding, but it wouldn't change anything, would it?<br><br>The change of teachers was almost unnoticed if it wasn't for her being called on. Makoto had just shrugged, mumbling an answer into the desk top. Students laughed now, even when a bitten off command for quiet was barked out by the teacher. She had been sent into the hall to wait with her lack of participation.<br><br>This happened almost daily now that Makoto was starting to wonder if she'd even manage to leave school this year.<br><br>The end of the day bell rang and while other students flooded halls with excitement. Makoto waited, tucking books in a worn bag and stood by the front of the 1-2 classroom door for her sensei.<br>
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