Shin Megami Tensei Persona: Dissonant Strain (Private RP)
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Akinari jogged at a leisure pace, doing what he could to conserve energy. This had to be some sort of step backwards in training. Occasionally, he would sprint to catch up, but he did not put forth the normal effort he usually did every day. There was just too much he had to 'look forward' to doing.
The German gradually slowed until he was running alongside his friend, just the slightest of frowns on his lips. Mori had really overworked him last night... So he'd have to show the Student Council President his "thanks".
"You seem tired. Let us skip the last lap and get to the homeroom early, ja?" He reached out to ruffle his hair and then split off from him to go shower at the gym.
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Isoroku paused while he thought on this, looking around the room. He looked at Rin's desk. He looked at Kojiro's bookbag. He looked at the chalkboard. Then he looked back at Rin.
"I do now."
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Hikaru received the text message: it reminded her to finally get to class. Just minutes to spare before the bell rang, she slipped into her seat behind Hasegawa and collected her books from her bag.
"You seem tired. Let us skip the last lap and get to the homeroom early, ja?" He reached out to ruffle his hair and then split off from him to go shower at the gym.
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Isoroku paused while he thought on this, looking around the room. He looked at Rin's desk. He looked at Kojiro's bookbag. He looked at the chalkboard. Then he looked back at Rin.
"I do now."
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Hikaru received the text message: it reminded her to finally get to class. Just minutes to spare before the bell rang, she slipped into her seat behind Hasegawa and collected her books from her bag.
Shiori was just sitting thinking about nothing before class when she heard Hikaru slip in behind her. It immediately snapped her out of her little daydream.
"Hey Seiya-san," she said as she turned around to greet her friend. "Just to make sure, Security Team is in that same room as Monday, right? It hasn't moved or anything?"
"Hey Seiya-san," she said as she turned around to greet her friend. "Just to make sure, Security Team is in that same room as Monday, right? It hasn't moved or anything?"
Kojiro did his best to not laugh at Isoroku. He turned his head and rolled his eyes before looking back, "But you're not in music club..." He leaned back in his seat, "What kind of instrument do you like Isoroku?"
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Takuya sat in his desk, arms crossed, eyes closed, uninterested in everything going on around him. However he could still tell when Seiya entered the room. After all Styx let out her familiar groan of displeasure at the girl's presence.
He did not move to look at or acknowledge her.
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Takuya sat in his desk, arms crossed, eyes closed, uninterested in everything going on around him. However he could still tell when Seiya entered the room. After all Styx let out her familiar groan of displeasure at the girl's presence.
He did not move to look at or acknowledge her.
He couldn't have been happier to hear that. The boy slowed to a walk and made his way to the gym showers. "I'll see you in class!"
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Kumiko tousled her hair a bit and quickly ran her fingers through it when the blond boy approached the front steps. It seemed a bit silly to spend all that time waiting to greet someone you would definitely see later that day. But she didn't think it was.
"Morning, Eber." And that was it. She smiled, waved her fingers a bit, and then headed off to her homeroom.
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Kumiko tousled her hair a bit and quickly ran her fingers through it when the blond boy approached the front steps. It seemed a bit silly to spend all that time waiting to greet someone you would definitely see later that day. But she didn't think it was.
"Morning, Eber." And that was it. She smiled, waved her fingers a bit, and then headed off to her homeroom.
Akinari momentarily forgotten, he flashed the sophomore girl a bright smile on his way through the building.
"You make the day radiant, as always, Mizushima-san."
He walked backwards down the hall to keep sight of her for a moment longer, than resigned himself to the classrooms.
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Isoroku glared at Kojiro for his indiscretion and answered with palpable sarcasm.
"Soft jazz."
He turned around in his seat, crossing his arms in a sulk while he waited for class to begin--and get on with it.
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Hikaru only barely hid her grimace at the mention of the Security Team so close to Mori. "Y-Yes, Hasegawa-san, that's correct. It'll be the same room that you stopped at before, remember?"
"You make the day radiant, as always, Mizushima-san."
He walked backwards down the hall to keep sight of her for a moment longer, than resigned himself to the classrooms.
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Isoroku glared at Kojiro for his indiscretion and answered with palpable sarcasm.
"Soft jazz."
He turned around in his seat, crossing his arms in a sulk while he waited for class to begin--and get on with it.
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Hikaru only barely hid her grimace at the mention of the Security Team so close to Mori. "Y-Yes, Hasegawa-san, that's correct. It'll be the same room that you stopped at before, remember?"
The classrooms settled as they sensed the arrival of the morning's final bell. The lessons are increasingly brutal, many faculty members having taken Mori Takuya(or his grandfather)'s expectations for a peerless student body very seriously. And the better the school as a whole performed, the better the funding they received and the fatter their paychecks. So the theory seemed to go, anyway, as Eber scowled at the mathematics equations in his textbook.
It was four long, grueling hours before the midday bell rang, signaling the lunch period.
It was four long, grueling hours before the midday bell rang, signaling the lunch period.
Considering the tasks they'd have to do later, Kumiko decided that today was a good day to eat a full lunch full of carbs. She just had to keep telling herself that by then end of the day she would have burned through them.
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Akinari sigh in relief at the bell. "I can't fit anymore math in my head today. I can still see numbers when I close my eyes." He rubbed them as if to prove his point. He turned towards Eber's desk, tilting his head in question. "So what are we going to do for lunch?"
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Akinari sigh in relief at the bell. "I can't fit anymore math in my head today. I can still see numbers when I close my eyes." He rubbed them as if to prove his point. He turned towards Eber's desk, tilting his head in question. "So what are we going to do for lunch?"
Yamada stayed rather pensive through his day. He was happy for the intense lessons and through himself right into them, even continuing to edit his notes and begin one of the assignments after the bell rang as if he'd simply not noticed that it had.
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Satoshi didn't show up for class at all that morning. He didn't even stir from where he was sitting until past eleven, blinking as though he had no idea where he was. His eyes roved over his empty walls of this already barely familiar room. He stood on trembling legs. He didn't bother changing his clothing, or touching his hair, or seeing if his messed up face had healed any. None of that registered. His little world had been rocked on its axis and he had no idea what to do about it.
He wandered out of his room, eyes somehow both furious and dead at the same time and went to class. He wasn't sure why, or even how he got there. When he was in his seat he noticed he was there and wondered why for just a moment as he scanned the blithe faces of his classmates. He had just wandered in, didn't even have his bag and sat there, seeming dazed, lost as his mind reeled with what to do about this, how to do anything about it. He didn't care that it was lunch, but it was fortunate that he'd come in during it and not a lesson, though surely he'd not have noticed even if that had been the case.
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Satoshi didn't show up for class at all that morning. He didn't even stir from where he was sitting until past eleven, blinking as though he had no idea where he was. His eyes roved over his empty walls of this already barely familiar room. He stood on trembling legs. He didn't bother changing his clothing, or touching his hair, or seeing if his messed up face had healed any. None of that registered. His little world had been rocked on its axis and he had no idea what to do about it.
He wandered out of his room, eyes somehow both furious and dead at the same time and went to class. He wasn't sure why, or even how he got there. When he was in his seat he noticed he was there and wondered why for just a moment as he scanned the blithe faces of his classmates. He had just wandered in, didn't even have his bag and sat there, seeming dazed, lost as his mind reeled with what to do about this, how to do anything about it. He didn't care that it was lunch, but it was fortunate that he'd come in during it and not a lesson, though surely he'd not have noticed even if that had been the case.
Shiori let out a sigh as the lunch bell finally rang. The teachers certainly weren't doing the students any favors. Math was especially hard. She could easily see that homework taking up an hour or so of her time, and that was not an appetizing prospect. Math was her most hated of subjects. When was she going to use algebra?
She rose and turned around to head out. "What are you doing for lunch today, Seiya-san?" she asked her classmate.
She rose and turned around to head out. "What are you doing for lunch today, Seiya-san?" she asked her classmate.
Flipping his mobile phone closed, Eber stood up. "I have already sent for it. Allow me to go and pick it up from the lobby, all right? It will only take a moment." He left his bookbag in his seat to discourage any other students from taking it over in his absence. Downstairs, he waited at the entrance to the main building for the meal he ordered. His French-loving friend from the cafe around the corner arrived with a plastic bag filled with clear plastic take-out boxes.
"Monsieur," Eber said, looking everything over and then smiling, "I appreciate your delivery."
"As I appreciate your business, Mr. Fridmund," the gentleman replied, fingering the bills he'd been handed. "Oh. And here's your soda. You didn't strike me as the type to drink it."
Eber shrugged, quirking an odd sort of grin. In the bag were three boxes--A lunch for himself and for Akinari, plus an additional treat. He'd have to deliver that first. Flagging down another student, he paid him a generous tip to see the smaller box delivered to Mizushima's homeroom, to the lady herself in particular.
It was a rather elegant French dessert, very light, very chic. Flavorful cream whipped to a perfect fluffing texture atop a folded pastry cup filled with stewed peaches and brandy. A melon sauce added flavor and decoration. Scrawled on the inside of the box lid was a brief message:
To which Isoroku replied, "What a douche..."
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Eber dropped the two leftover boxes on Akinari's desk. "Please choose whichever you like best. I have one more delivery to make."
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Hikaru set aside her math notes with a satisfied sigh. "Oh. I bring my own..." She dug her bento out of her bookbag--opening it revealed a small and somewhat clumsy array of rice and curried vegetables. "I, um. I don't usually have the time to... decorate..."
Her words trailed off towards the end when she noticed Fridmund enter the room. He was certainly difficult to miss, which was indicated by the amount of other students in the senior homeroom who also turned to look at the German. Appearing unfazed by this, he crossed the room to Mori's desk and extended his hand. It had a can of melon soda in it, dripping with condensation.
"I wanted to apologize for my rudeness, President-sama," he said, eyes cold, "And I wanted to do it in a manner befitting your culture. I believe this is how it is done, correct?"
He pulled the tab on the can, dowsing the senior's entire head in explosive carbonation. Whatever hadn't sprayed out, he poured into his lap, then dropped the empty aluminum on the desk.
"Auf wiedersehn."
And he left just as quickly.
"Monsieur," Eber said, looking everything over and then smiling, "I appreciate your delivery."
"As I appreciate your business, Mr. Fridmund," the gentleman replied, fingering the bills he'd been handed. "Oh. And here's your soda. You didn't strike me as the type to drink it."
Eber shrugged, quirking an odd sort of grin. In the bag were three boxes--A lunch for himself and for Akinari, plus an additional treat. He'd have to deliver that first. Flagging down another student, he paid him a generous tip to see the smaller box delivered to Mizushima's homeroom, to the lady herself in particular.
It was a rather elegant French dessert, very light, very chic. Flavorful cream whipped to a perfect fluffing texture atop a folded pastry cup filled with stewed peaches and brandy. A melon sauce added flavor and decoration. Scrawled on the inside of the box lid was a brief message:
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See you this evening. Eber.------
Eber dropped the two leftover boxes on Akinari's desk. "Please choose whichever you like best. I have one more delivery to make."
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Hikaru set aside her math notes with a satisfied sigh. "Oh. I bring my own..." She dug her bento out of her bookbag--opening it revealed a small and somewhat clumsy array of rice and curried vegetables. "I, um. I don't usually have the time to... decorate..."
Her words trailed off towards the end when she noticed Fridmund enter the room. He was certainly difficult to miss, which was indicated by the amount of other students in the senior homeroom who also turned to look at the German. Appearing unfazed by this, he crossed the room to Mori's desk and extended his hand. It had a can of melon soda in it, dripping with condensation.
"I wanted to apologize for my rudeness, President-sama," he said, eyes cold, "And I wanted to do it in a manner befitting your culture. I believe this is how it is done, correct?"
He pulled the tab on the can, dowsing the senior's entire head in explosive carbonation. Whatever hadn't sprayed out, he poured into his lap, then dropped the empty aluminum on the desk.
"Auf wiedersehn."
And he left just as quickly.
Shiori couldn't help but stifle a laugh at what had just happened to the red-headed boy. There was a lot of silence around after the foreigner's blatant move on the President, but for the relatively new student, it was just a funny prank. Especially considering the rude welcome he had given her. She saw it as a kind of karmatic justice.
Turning back to her friend, she said, "It looks decent. At least you can cook. I never learned, so it's usually just instant whatever, and stuff from restaurants." She showed the large cup of ramen she had sitting in her bag. "I only know how to doctor it to make it taste good."
Turning back to her friend, she said, "It looks decent. At least you can cook. I never learned, so it's usually just instant whatever, and stuff from restaurants." She showed the large cup of ramen she had sitting in her bag. "I only know how to doctor it to make it taste good."
There was some momentary pause in Takuya's brain.
Fridmund. Soda. Everywhere.
Before the next though even finished, before he could even think to control it, the desk before him was literally lifted and flung to floor to the side of him. God help the student that sat next to him.
He stood up and his eyes turned harshly to Seiya with look that read 'Either assist me or stay out of it.' The look was amplified by Styx's growing malice that filled the room and hung over Takuya like a dense fog. He stormed out of the room looking down the hall to stop Fridmund. Of course he was out of sight.
There were some many things he wanted to do to the freshman so many horrible horrible things. He took off down the hall, as he did anyone and everyone around him felt Styx shove them over or heard her scrape her talons along the walls
Killing him would be the most satisfying thing to do. He would feel good, and Fridmund would feel nothing. Styx seemed to approve of this plan but Takuya knew better than to out right kill someone with so many witnesses.
Instead he made his way the teachers lounge- dripping in soda and demanded to speak to the freshman's homeroom teacher.
The day was starting out badly. He would probably take it out on Tsukiyomi later...
Fridmund. Soda. Everywhere.
Before the next though even finished, before he could even think to control it, the desk before him was literally lifted and flung to floor to the side of him. God help the student that sat next to him.
He stood up and his eyes turned harshly to Seiya with look that read 'Either assist me or stay out of it.' The look was amplified by Styx's growing malice that filled the room and hung over Takuya like a dense fog. He stormed out of the room looking down the hall to stop Fridmund. Of course he was out of sight.
There were some many things he wanted to do to the freshman so many horrible horrible things. He took off down the hall, as he did anyone and everyone around him felt Styx shove them over or heard her scrape her talons along the walls
Killing him would be the most satisfying thing to do. He would feel good, and Fridmund would feel nothing. Styx seemed to approve of this plan but Takuya knew better than to out right kill someone with so many witnesses.
Instead he made his way the teachers lounge- dripping in soda and demanded to speak to the freshman's homeroom teacher.
The day was starting out badly. He would probably take it out on Tsukiyomi later...
Kumiko was alerted to a guy standing in the doorway with a box and a nervous smile on his face. No one had to tell her that whatever was in it was for her. It wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. What was different about it was the name on the card. "Ei...ba...!! Eber?" As soon as those two syllables left her mouth she was surrounded by women shrieking in disbelief. She proudly displayed the name at the bottom of the card, letting every single one of them know that what was inside was for her. When she did open it, the same female cries were heard again. The girls complained, 'I wish my boyfriend would bring me stuff like that' and 'How come Mizushima-san gets all the good ones?'
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Akinari picked the smaller box more out of guilt than anything. "This one smells good." Before he could get anything else out of his mouth, he was watching Eber's back as he left the room again. He blinked and shrugged his shoulders. "Hurry back! You'll miss out on lunch of you're gone too long!"
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Akinari picked the smaller box more out of guilt than anything. "This one smells good." Before he could get anything else out of his mouth, he was watching Eber's back as he left the room again. He blinked and shrugged his shoulders. "Hurry back! You'll miss out on lunch of you're gone too long!"
Kojiro watched the scene of girls flock around Mizushima and the edges of his lips curled up in disgust. He turned to Isoroku.
"Really? When the fuck did that start happening? She's cradle-robbing now for popularity points? As if being the biggest snob in class wasn't good enough!?" Kojiro huffed and leaned back in his chair.
"I wonder who started dating who? If Fridmund's going after her because she's Queen-Snob or if she's going after him because," He leaned over pretended to swoon on his friends arm, "He's so dashing and foreign! Bah!" He sat back up and shook his head.
"Really? When the fuck did that start happening? She's cradle-robbing now for popularity points? As if being the biggest snob in class wasn't good enough!?" Kojiro huffed and leaned back in his chair.
"I wonder who started dating who? If Fridmund's going after her because she's Queen-Snob or if she's going after him because," He leaned over pretended to swoon on his friends arm, "He's so dashing and foreign! Bah!" He sat back up and shook his head.
'Cradle-robbing? Cradle-robbing? Who the fuck just said cradle-robbing?' Kumiko looked back to see the one guy still blabbering on and of course it was Kojiro. It was always him that had to open his damn mouth and say something completely unnecessary. And after they had gone through the trouble of completely ignoring each other. But that was now tossed out the window.
"I thought we were going to stop this crap, Ishikawa." Kumiko stood up to confront him. "You do realize that I'd have to be a lot older to cradle-rob anyone, right? But you're right though, he's got a lot more charm than you could ever muster."
"I thought we were going to stop this crap, Ishikawa." Kumiko stood up to confront him. "You do realize that I'd have to be a lot older to cradle-rob anyone, right? But you're right though, he's got a lot more charm than you could ever muster."
Kojiro stopped joking with Isoroku and frowned at Mizushima. "Sorry, its just so hard to ignore you, when you make it so easy. I mean, do you even try to be anything other than a text book example of a leading high school drama queen? You've got the poor freshman wrapped around your finger and every girl in school is just dying to be you!"
He scoffed at her and smirked, "Maybe I won't find you so amusing if- you know- there was actually something remarkable about you worth praising you for."
He scoffed at her and smirked, "Maybe I won't find you so amusing if- you know- there was actually something remarkable about you worth praising you for."
Her lips twisted in anger. This guy seemed to live to overstep lines with her. Kumiko shifted the box in her hands. She smiled sweetly, "Enjoy, asshole." She threw the treat at Kojiro's face. "Learn to keep your fucking mouth shut."
The girl turned around quickly, her hair whipping behind her and stormed out of the classroom. She sent a text message to Eber thanking him for the dessert.
The girl turned around quickly, her hair whipping behind her and stormed out of the classroom. She sent a text message to Eber thanking him for the dessert.
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Best treat I've ever gotten.