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Kousei Yuuki Location: Beacon Academy [Potentially Outskirts] Interactions: @Nothingness Attire: Combat Dress MOOD: Mildly Panicked _________________________ Her scroll had died on the Bullhead, and, of all the things to possibly forget on a day such as now, it had been a charger, a charger...

Two months. Two months spent crammed in a too small room with a stranger, two months spent trying to convince herself that her family wouldn't find her, two months trying to work through the webbing of generational trauma that her grandmother had heaped onto her, two months spent awkwardly...

Conscious thought is a burden, Cyan had once told her over breakfast, right before downing an entire liter of coffee and fighting Noir over who got the last omlette with a steak knife she had randomly procured for such things pertaining to food acquisition. And, to be quite honest, Ichor was...

"You good there?" The man, boy, whatever, asked her. It was a good question, all things considered, but as the edges of her vision began to swim, and as she fought for conscious thought, Ichor was hard pressed to think of an immediate answer Watching the Grimm turn to ash on the wind, Ichor...

"Appreciated." There was an absolutely delighted shriek of happiness off-screen, and Noir's scowl became more angry than annoyed, "Do you think Maven could convince someone to jump off a cliff?" Ichor blinked a bit flabbergasted, she tilted the screen a bit as to get a better look at her...

"If you die, does that mean I inherit Daedulus?" Noir Schmidt had never been one for nicities, least of all when it came to his childhood friend of nearly two decades, so when he opened up his video call to Ichor with such a question, the best she could do was suppress a soft put-upon sigh. It...

Interesting!

Ichor's morning routine had been roughly the same for the last decade of her life, rigid in it's schedule, with only minute changes and alternate destinations depending on the day of the week. Her attendance at Shelter only further hammering in it's importance in her life, what with the need to...

Ichor gripped Selene and Helios so tight, she was sure her palms would bleed, the way her heart practically kept into her throat at the way Headmaster Vos mentioned that she was in line for the position of leader nearly sent her careening to the ground, terrified, and almost gibbering in fear...

Ichor had always found some reason or other to avoid long distance running back at Shelter, which, naturally, would have to be rectified once this hell of an intimation was over with. Following after Rai and their relatively small group seemed like the logical decision, she had no one else at...

Ichor damn near screamed the moment the Thunder Serpent picked her up again, the way it came around her forcing her to belly-flop over it's body at an awkward angle, and she had to force herself upright on the reptilian like Aura construct by her elbows lest she loose her grip on her weapons...

Ichor for the life of her, couldn't stop the way her heart lurched into her throat the minute she felt something grab onto the scruff of her dress. Her heart beating like a small rabbits the more the feeling persisted, her small frame yanked up by the unknown entity before her descent began to...

"𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌!" Cursing every Religion she knew, a few incredibly inventive Gods, and her own shit luck. Ichor let out a terrified shriek of surprise the moment the floors of the Bullhead fell out from underneath her, her cookie falling from her grasp the second the lights went out, her hand lashing to...

"I don't plan on losing either, but I don't mind teaching you if you want to learn a new weapon. They say teaching is the best way to improve your own understanding." Ichor's excitement made her smile persist, giddiness apparent to anyone paying attention. "Oh, I can't wait! I learn everything...

"You can?" Ichor mumbled, perplexed, Chocoberry didn't exactly look the type to be able to wield such a large weapon, but then again, most people tended to assume she wielded a rapier, or generally just a smaller, less violent, weapon of some kind. And then Warutsu confirmed that he did attend...

"Rai Warutsu?" Ichor asked, a bit put off by the name, brows furrowing and quietly filing away his offer for a later time, she hadn't known their family had a son, much less that said son was aiming for Beacon of all places... Well, nonetheless, it would be rude to refuse, she gestured to the...

Ichor blinked, a bit confused by the girl who had just come up to her, hands snapping away from Selene and Helios a little to fast for it to be mistaken as wanting to focus on the conversation at hand. She bit her lip, and shifted her weight to one leg. The words registered a moment later...

Ichor pulled at the ribbon that encircled her throat, more than a bit eager to remove it and do away with how it seemed to simply add to the suffocating silence that surrounded her. Her father had insisted on it, some odd remnant of her mother that he wanted to see on her. Honestly, it just made...

To say Dale scared the ever loving shit out of Morgan would be something of an exaggeration, not a lie, no, but an exaggeration. The man always made her uneasy, made a pit open up in her stomach, a little bit pissed off. She owed the man pretty much everything, her house, her food, her mother's...

"Pigtails?" Seiichi's voice was barely above a rasp, typical for this early in the morning, his eyes glinting with amusement as he took in his little sister's hairstyle for the day, sipping at a mug of coffee as she rushed around trying to gather up everything for the day ahead of them. It was...