Clothes! What a wonderful invention they were. Akinari was perfectly happy to be back in them and out of the locker rooms. "No problem. With all the studying you do, homework should just fly by!"
Shin Megami Tensei Persona: Dissonant Strain (Private RP)
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Takuya let Seiya run through the agenda for the meeting. He occasionally speaks up and adds in points he either disagrees with or wants adjusted. Really he let the rest of the chair members debate the school's affairs unless he felt they were stumbling or heading down the wrong track.
As soon as the meeting was adjourned and the others left he sighed and put his feet up on the table. "Tell me, Seiya, are all women only interested in their husband's paycheck?" He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
It was time for his daily idol conversation with Seiya. It would only take few minutes of his time and it was a good opportunity to rest a bit before moving onto his work.
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Kojiro slept for a few hours before waking up in the late afternoon. He stretched and picked up his phone to text Rin and Isoroku:
As soon as the meeting was adjourned and the others left he sighed and put his feet up on the table. "Tell me, Seiya, are all women only interested in their husband's paycheck?" He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
It was time for his daily idol conversation with Seiya. It would only take few minutes of his time and it was a good opportunity to rest a bit before moving onto his work.
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Kojiro slept for a few hours before waking up in the late afternoon. He stretched and picked up his phone to text Rin and Isoroku:
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Meet me at the library, okay?
"Err... Right. All of my studying..." Eber grimaced, hoping his grades wouldn't slip noticeably.
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"I-I... Well, I-I don't think all of them..."
Hikaru fidgeted with her phone, needing to contact Kurado about Hasegawa-san as soon as possible. She also needed to get to cram school... That sort of thing might be what she has to cut from her schedule in order to make it work.
"Did you have a nice time...?"
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"I-I... Well, I-I don't think all of them..."
Hikaru fidgeted with her phone, needing to contact Kurado about Hasegawa-san as soon as possible. She also needed to get to cram school... That sort of thing might be what she has to cut from her schedule in order to make it work.
"Did you have a nice time...?"
Takuya frowned, "No we had a terrible time. I doubt if I will see Miss Vera again."
He sits up and stands from his seat. "She's a leech. A trained dog. A fool. Every time I asked her something she rolled over on the spot and gave me my way, no matter how much I tested her limit. I don't want a woman that will bend to my will just because of my status."
He stretches and then turns to face her, "You did a good job. Specially staying up so late with the underclassmen. Don't stress yourself," He reached out to touch her shoulder and them stopped when he felt Styx recoil. "Hmn," he pulled his hand back, "I forgot we cannot touch you...disappointing."
He shrugged off his last comment. He didn't really mean it, but he knew it would prick at her. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Hikaru." He turned and head out the door. The moment he was in the hall Styx hissed and knocked against the closed door.
"Again?" He muttered at his companion. "No matter, let's stop at the library before we continue our day."
He sits up and stands from his seat. "She's a leech. A trained dog. A fool. Every time I asked her something she rolled over on the spot and gave me my way, no matter how much I tested her limit. I don't want a woman that will bend to my will just because of my status."
He stretches and then turns to face her, "You did a good job. Specially staying up so late with the underclassmen. Don't stress yourself," He reached out to touch her shoulder and them stopped when he felt Styx recoil. "Hmn," he pulled his hand back, "I forgot we cannot touch you...disappointing."
He shrugged off his last comment. He didn't really mean it, but he knew it would prick at her. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Hikaru." He turned and head out the door. The moment he was in the hall Styx hissed and knocked against the closed door.
"Again?" He muttered at his companion. "No matter, let's stop at the library before we continue our day."
Akinari raised any eyebrow at him, patting him on the shoulder. "Seriously. Get some rest sometime. You're going to burn yourself out and it'll only get worse." He was still trying to figure out how study could make anyone that tired. But then he took into account all the activity Eber did. It still did not quite add up, but it explained a few things.
"I will go to bed early--the moment I have finished my work, I swear. You do not need to worry. If anything, you have full permission to pinch me if I fall asleep in class."
He handed over the empty bento from his bookbag and parted ways with his friend when he reached his door.
"See you tomorrow."
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Hikaru leaned in toward his hand subconsciously and looked crestfallen when it came away without contact. She stood stiffly and bowed when the president left the room. If it was bad enough to keep the two of them from touching, maybe it was time to bring Mori-sama to the tunnels like she'd promised. She stayed in the empty room and flipped her phone open to call her comrade.
"Kurado. I need to talk to you."
He handed over the empty bento from his bookbag and parted ways with his friend when he reached his door.
"See you tomorrow."
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Hikaru leaned in toward his hand subconsciously and looked crestfallen when it came away without contact. She stood stiffly and bowed when the president left the room. If it was bad enough to keep the two of them from touching, maybe it was time to bring Mori-sama to the tunnels like she'd promised. She stayed in the empty room and flipped her phone open to call her comrade.
"Kurado. I need to talk to you."
Shiori looked around her dorm room. She wasn't having much luck finding something that she could really use to defend herself. She did find some store bought ramen that she had already slurped down for some energy, but there's not a lot of damage that can be done with a limp noodle.
She glanced over at the clock. 'Shoot, almost 5? Damn it. I wanted to head out there by now. But I haven't found anything I can use except........'
She went back over to the closet and pulled out a pitch black baseball bat. She really did not want to have to use this. This was a very special piece of memorabilia. The bat was signed by Japanese baseball great Ichiro Suzuki, who was almost an uncle to her. He had played with her dad in Kobe for the Blue Wave for five years before her dad went to America, and then played with him there for another four years. During one of her trips to visit her father, Ichiro gave her one of his bats, this bat. After Ichiro became the first Japanese man in the American Baseball Hall of Fame last year, it's value was practically through the roof. It was her fall back option in case she could not get any scholarships next year.
Shiori swung the bat a couple times. "Forgive me, Ichiro-sama," she said to herself. "I know you never intended for your gift to be used this way, but hopefully I won't have to use it anyway." She grabbed the things she had scooped up for supplies; a small flashlight, some yen, her phone, and she tucked them into the pockets of the jeans she had changed into. She also grabbed the spare baseball she had kicking around. 'Might as well bring an excuse to carry the bat around.' Finally she picked up her keycard and headed out the door, determined to find out if there was anything to her idea or if she was grasping at straws.
She glanced over at the clock. 'Shoot, almost 5? Damn it. I wanted to head out there by now. But I haven't found anything I can use except........'
She went back over to the closet and pulled out a pitch black baseball bat. She really did not want to have to use this. This was a very special piece of memorabilia. The bat was signed by Japanese baseball great Ichiro Suzuki, who was almost an uncle to her. He had played with her dad in Kobe for the Blue Wave for five years before her dad went to America, and then played with him there for another four years. During one of her trips to visit her father, Ichiro gave her one of his bats, this bat. After Ichiro became the first Japanese man in the American Baseball Hall of Fame last year, it's value was practically through the roof. It was her fall back option in case she could not get any scholarships next year.
Shiori swung the bat a couple times. "Forgive me, Ichiro-sama," she said to herself. "I know you never intended for your gift to be used this way, but hopefully I won't have to use it anyway." She grabbed the things she had scooped up for supplies; a small flashlight, some yen, her phone, and she tucked them into the pockets of the jeans she had changed into. She also grabbed the spare baseball she had kicking around. 'Might as well bring an excuse to carry the bat around.' Finally she picked up her keycard and headed out the door, determined to find out if there was anything to her idea or if she was grasping at straws.
Yamada had been waiting, but eventually left as well to prepare for cram school, idling by the main gates, still hoping to walk with Seiya, but not sure how long Mori would keep her, if she'd be coming at all.
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Satoshi hid himself in a doorway, holding his breath. What had they just been talking about? What had Mori meant by that? By 'they' couldn't touch her? He was onto something. He just knew it. He ran back for the student council door and pressed an ear to it, desperate to hear more.
There had been something cold to Mori. Colder than usual. He could feel it dark and writhing, but malevolent and wrathful. It scared him, terrified him really, but piqued his interest so much he wanted to just run after him and study it, but knew this was the safer option.
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Satoshi hid himself in a doorway, holding his breath. What had they just been talking about? What had Mori meant by that? By 'they' couldn't touch her? He was onto something. He just knew it. He ran back for the student council door and pressed an ear to it, desperate to hear more.
There had been something cold to Mori. Colder than usual. He could feel it dark and writhing, but malevolent and wrathful. It scared him, terrified him really, but piqued his interest so much he wanted to just run after him and study it, but knew this was the safer option.
Kumiko took a break in training to sit on the grass and drain an entire bottle of water in seconds. All that practice was thirsty work after all. The majority of the time she spent on the field was imagining shadows chasing her or that they were the ball itself and it really improved her game.
But it was getting late. 'I guess that's good for today.' the athlete headed back to her room to clean up and attempt to finish school work.
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As he became increasingly worried over Eber's mental and physical well-being he made a mental note to check his levels of energy each day. "I will."
Akinari went back into his room ready for the next day.
But it was getting late. 'I guess that's good for today.' the athlete headed back to her room to clean up and attempt to finish school work.
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As he became increasingly worried over Eber's mental and physical well-being he made a mental note to check his levels of energy each day. "I will."
Akinari went back into his room ready for the next day.
Kojiro arrived at the library and took a seat. HE didn't see Rin or Isoroku so he text them again to make sure they were coming to meet up with him. He wanted to tell them about the other side of the portal...they were probably still sleeping themselves.
In the meantime he took out his books and did some homework. He was working steadily when he felt a chill run down his spine. HE looked up wondering if the AC had come on for some terrible reason, only to see the student council president walking in the door.
'Oh...that's what's giving me the creeps. Creepy McDouchbag. Of course.' He lowered his head and went back to work hoping Takuya just wouldn't care to bother him.
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Takuya entered the library and Styx let him know right away she was bored. Her body trembled in rage. She hated the school. And as he walked by the book shelves she dragged her nails across the spines.
"Stop that..." He muttered. "I'm looking for a book on mythos and the human psyche. ...To understand you of course. ...Because I need to understand you." He shook his head muttering as he looked over the books. To the students around him he was talking to himself.
Oh dear god the president had finally cracked. It must be that German kid's doing...Time to transfer before he comes to school with a gun.
"Ah-" He pulled a book off the shelf and shortly another. "These will do." He turned to leave and stopped when he say Ishikawa sitting by himself.
'Hmn, the slum dog...He's got one too hasn't he?' Styx chuckled at his question.
There was always time for a bit of entertainment.
In the meantime he took out his books and did some homework. He was working steadily when he felt a chill run down his spine. HE looked up wondering if the AC had come on for some terrible reason, only to see the student council president walking in the door.
'Oh...that's what's giving me the creeps. Creepy McDouchbag. Of course.' He lowered his head and went back to work hoping Takuya just wouldn't care to bother him.
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Takuya entered the library and Styx let him know right away she was bored. Her body trembled in rage. She hated the school. And as he walked by the book shelves she dragged her nails across the spines.
"Stop that..." He muttered. "I'm looking for a book on mythos and the human psyche. ...To understand you of course. ...Because I need to understand you." He shook his head muttering as he looked over the books. To the students around him he was talking to himself.
Oh dear god the president had finally cracked. It must be that German kid's doing...Time to transfer before he comes to school with a gun.
"Ah-" He pulled a book off the shelf and shortly another. "These will do." He turned to leave and stopped when he say Ishikawa sitting by himself.
'Hmn, the slum dog...He's got one too hasn't he?' Styx chuckled at his question.
There was always time for a bit of entertainment.
Rin's phone chimed a few times and resulted in Rin groaning on her bed and reaching for it. She barely remembered returning to her room after class to grab a quick nap. She finally managed to grab the phone and pull it over to see Kojiro was waiting at the library. 'I wish I could sleep more but I did promise to meet with them.' She quickly got out of bed and made sure her hair hadn't gotten messed up before she grabbed her bag and left.
Walking quickly she made it to the library as quickly as she could. She found herself sporting a small grin as she entered the library proper. She always had enjoyed visiting the library. She decided to focus and glanced around the area before spotting Kojiro. She started walking over and gave him a small wave. "Ah Kojiro, sorry I'm late. I overslept a bit." She tried not to look to embarrassed as she sat across from him.
Walking quickly she made it to the library as quickly as she could. She found herself sporting a small grin as she entered the library proper. She always had enjoyed visiting the library. She decided to focus and glanced around the area before spotting Kojiro. She started walking over and gave him a small wave. "Ah Kojiro, sorry I'm late. I overslept a bit." She tried not to look to embarrassed as she sat across from him.
Kojiro smiled as Rin sat down, "No worries. Gave me more time for homework." he pulled out his phone and checked it again. "But no Isoroku...He's probably still sleeping. I hope he's ok...It seems like when ever we get back from the tunnels he's really out of it."
Eber kicked back in bed after scribbling out quick answers to his homework and considered the face of his cell phone for a long moment before texting Kumiko,
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The conversation that took place within the Student Council room was muffled to Satoshi, but still the words were clear enough to make out on Hikaru's end:
"There's another one--another Akaito student having dreams about the tunnels. I don't know what's going on... Why so many, and all at once? It never happened like this before..." Hikaru paced the small room fretfully, "And Mori-sama... I'm taking him tonight. If his needs are satisfied, he'll be out of the way--Just trust me, please! I know what I'm doing!"
She picked at a loose thread in the hem of her skirt, mumbling, "Intercept Hasegawa-san. Please."
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Shiori:
No one pays much mind to a teenager out on the town after school, but the streets are much busier during these last few hours of daylight and getting to a supposed crime scene unnoticed proves to be a difficult task. After waiting at a nearby cafe for rush hour to end and the evening diners to head home, it's quick work to slip down the subway entrance stairs without being chased by a police officer.
Past the broken gate, it's dark. Obviously no one would bother lighting a broken station. It seems really cold down here, and the air is stagnant.
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Mizushima-senpai, do you suppose we are noticed when we leave campus in the night?The conversation that took place within the Student Council room was muffled to Satoshi, but still the words were clear enough to make out on Hikaru's end:
"There's another one--another Akaito student having dreams about the tunnels. I don't know what's going on... Why so many, and all at once? It never happened like this before..." Hikaru paced the small room fretfully, "And Mori-sama... I'm taking him tonight. If his needs are satisfied, he'll be out of the way--Just trust me, please! I know what I'm doing!"
She picked at a loose thread in the hem of her skirt, mumbling, "Intercept Hasegawa-san. Please."
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Shiori:
No one pays much mind to a teenager out on the town after school, but the streets are much busier during these last few hours of daylight and getting to a supposed crime scene unnoticed proves to be a difficult task. After waiting at a nearby cafe for rush hour to end and the evening diners to head home, it's quick work to slip down the subway entrance stairs without being chased by a police officer.
Past the broken gate, it's dark. Obviously no one would bother lighting a broken station. It seems really cold down here, and the air is stagnant.
Kumiko put down her pen, happy to find a reason to stop working on problems. She plopped down on her bed and grabbed her phone from her night stand.
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I don't think so. But we're 'security' now, so we're fine right? Something bugging you?"Wow, this place is a dump," Shiori said to herself. "Why would anyone want to come down here?" Still the familiar tiles on the wall told her this is where her dreams came from.
She followed the tracks for a little bit, looking for something out of place. However it looked like the police had swept the place clean. There were just rocks and tracks, both looking like they'd been abandoned. Undisturbed for a while.
"What the hell, there was a train going by in my dream....It would have had to kick up something, wouldn't it?" She rested the bat on her shoulder, looking deeper into the station. There was nothing but darkness. She took out her flashlight, and turned it on. It didn't illuminate anything interesting. She pressed on into the tunnel.
She followed the tracks for a little bit, looking for something out of place. However it looked like the police had swept the place clean. There were just rocks and tracks, both looking like they'd been abandoned. Undisturbed for a while.
"What the hell, there was a train going by in my dream....It would have had to kick up something, wouldn't it?" She rested the bat on her shoulder, looking deeper into the station. There was nothing but darkness. She took out her flashlight, and turned it on. It didn't illuminate anything interesting. She pressed on into the tunnel.
Satoshi took notes faster than he ever had in his life, the article totally forgotten, this was more personal ow. He was just so intrigued. He'd never expected Seiya to be more the ringleader type but that's how it was sounding. She was having someone intercepted ad leading Mori into something? Oh, this was just too good. It was amazing.
He nearly snapped the writing utensil when he realized what she'd said about the dreams. He'd had those dreams. He'd had them too. The very day he got there to Akaito. After waking up in a cold sweat he'd written the entire thing down, so excited about having such an interesting dream, disappointed that it wasn't his real life. Everything he'd had had always bee so boring. That was what he'd wanted. It was thrilling and new and dangerous.
That was it. There was no way he wasn't finding out more. Even if he wasn't supposed to be he was part of this now. He just knew deep down that he needed to be. This wasn't the sort of thing he was going to just let go or pass up. He had this. He just knew if there was anything he could do right it was this, even if he didn't completely grasp what 'this' was.
He wanted to just burst into the door. He bit his lower lip as he wrote, no idea how to go about this. He just had to go though. Whatever it was he just had to do it. She'd said there were a lot of people involved. More than she was used to or there should be. He went through ay millions of things it could be. Alien research team, superheros fighting crazy slime mutants, Search and rescue team of the undead. It was then that he remembered the velvet room. Igor and Eleanor. He couldn't wait to meet them in person. He was sure they were real. He'd thought them so interesting before he'd eve done little doodles in the margins of his classwork of them. That nose was not something to be forgotten. He nearly vibrated with anticipation for whatever this was.
He nearly snapped the writing utensil when he realized what she'd said about the dreams. He'd had those dreams. He'd had them too. The very day he got there to Akaito. After waking up in a cold sweat he'd written the entire thing down, so excited about having such an interesting dream, disappointed that it wasn't his real life. Everything he'd had had always bee so boring. That was what he'd wanted. It was thrilling and new and dangerous.
That was it. There was no way he wasn't finding out more. Even if he wasn't supposed to be he was part of this now. He just knew deep down that he needed to be. This wasn't the sort of thing he was going to just let go or pass up. He had this. He just knew if there was anything he could do right it was this, even if he didn't completely grasp what 'this' was.
He wanted to just burst into the door. He bit his lower lip as he wrote, no idea how to go about this. He just had to go though. Whatever it was he just had to do it. She'd said there were a lot of people involved. More than she was used to or there should be. He went through ay millions of things it could be. Alien research team, superheros fighting crazy slime mutants, Search and rescue team of the undead. It was then that he remembered the velvet room. Igor and Eleanor. He couldn't wait to meet them in person. He was sure they were real. He'd thought them so interesting before he'd eve done little doodles in the margins of his classwork of them. That nose was not something to be forgotten. He nearly vibrated with anticipation for whatever this was.
Eber responded,
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"I'll be down at midnight."
Hikaru hung up and gathered her books and files together before leaving the club room. As she stepped into the hallway, she paused... Something prickled at the back of her neck. A sense that someone was present.
Well, that seemed a pretty general feeling. There were still plenty of students in the building. Shaking it out, she hurried out to the parking lot to catch her ride to cram school.
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Shiori:
The tunnels appear to be in horrible disrepair--it requires supports to keep it from caving in on itself beneath the city. The darkness is vast and devours much of the light you shed on it. There's a low hum in the air, at first just the sound of perpetual silence, but slowly growing louder. Amping up the volume on the atmosphere.
Within you, something tugs. It wants to take you deeper.
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Perhaps it is only restlessness, but does it not seem too simple? Surely the faculty cannot be that foolish."I'll be down at midnight."
Hikaru hung up and gathered her books and files together before leaving the club room. As she stepped into the hallway, she paused... Something prickled at the back of her neck. A sense that someone was present.
Well, that seemed a pretty general feeling. There were still plenty of students in the building. Shaking it out, she hurried out to the parking lot to catch her ride to cram school.
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Shiori:
The tunnels appear to be in horrible disrepair--it requires supports to keep it from caving in on itself beneath the city. The darkness is vast and devours much of the light you shed on it. There's a low hum in the air, at first just the sound of perpetual silence, but slowly growing louder. Amping up the volume on the atmosphere.
Within you, something tugs. It wants to take you deeper.
She pondered over the message for awhile.
And then she started to think more on the subject. It was kind of strange that none of them had been caught or called in for suspicions.
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Maybe the security really hasn't picked up on anything to tell the faculty about. If you think there's something up though it wouldn't hurt to look into it.Kumiko smiled at her phone's screen. He cared enough to check up on her. Her leg still twinged every now and then, but it wasn't too painful. She couldn't have been more pleased by his concern.
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It's nothing I can't handle. Thanks for asking.