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Sophia "Soph" Minerva Green
A Few Years Ago...


Death City Airport was quite crowded that morning. Young adults from all-around the world stepped off of the airplanes into the large pavement lot in Death City, many of them holding suitcases, luggage bags, and other travelling necessities in their hands as they glanced about to survey their new life. One of these people was a young British girl, with dark blonde hair and blue-green eyes, holding a small tan suitcase in her hands. She couldn't have been more than 12 or 13, definitely too young to be traveling alone, at least for a normal girl. But this wasn't just some normal girl. She was special- one of the many new students arriving at the DWMA to join their class of demon-fighting students.

The young girl took several deep breaths. It was time to face her greatest demons. Her brothers were certainly able partners, but some of the people here were top-of-the-line meisters and weapons. Especially those in the EAT Class, she had heard, where her dad had formerly studied in. These were the best of the best, the world's greatest champions of justice. Oh, she would- she COULD- kill to be one of them.

After passing through the security gates, Soph moved down the sidewalks of the beautiful Nevada city, until she saw it- the great DWMA, towering above the city. Approaching it in awe like a peasant nearing a great cathedral, Soph's eyes glimmered in excitement. It was time.

She planted her foot on the first step. Dad, I promise...

I won't let you down.

Back to the present...
September 16th
Death City, Nevada
Joint Moore-Green Apartment


"I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own..."


Soph grumbled halfheartedly. "Viva la Vida" was a sign that her sleeping time was soon over; that the bliss the classes-free weekend had brought. Alas, that time was now gone. It was the bane of every man and women's existence- Monday.

"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field..."


Soph rolled out of bed. She was wearing a teal nightrobe, whose fluffiness reached down to just above her knees. Her hair was quite messy, falling in a knotty mess onto her shoulders and back. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes. She cracked her neck, and stretched her arms and legs quickly, trying to get into something that at least resembled wakefulness.

"For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never a honest word
And that was when I ruled the worl-"


Soph slapped the OFF button on the alarm clock, before proceeding into the kitchen. It was empty- after all, there was no way she had woken after Viv, who had a tendency to sleep like a hibernating bear. The kitchen was quite neat and tidy, thanks to Soph's impeccable organization (at least, that's what she would say about it)- the pots and pans all were hung up neatly on the rack above the counter, the fridge was clean of any moldy or otherwise undesirable food, and the table in the corner was cleaned off and shiny. Soph grabbed a circular pan and placed it on the stovetop, turning up the heat on the knob. She might as well make breakfast for the two of them.

Soph opened the doors to the refrigerator, grabbing two eggs out of the square carton that held them, and cracked them against the side of the pan, before dropping them in with a delightful sizzle. The gentle scent of eggs in the morning wafted through the apartment.

Little did Soph know, she would need every ounce of energy should could get out of those eggs that September monday morning.


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Grace Amadeus Fugue
Apartment
Interacting with: The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit

An alarm interrupted the sound of static.

Some people were into white noise machines. Others were into whale calls. The sound of nature. Rushing wind. For Grace, a radio tuned to nothingness worked just fine; as long as she was surrounded by something other than silence, nothing really mattered.

The alarm was familiar, despite this being the first day of school. Years of practice in her former life coupled with the more recent staunch insistence by her weapon partner ensured that she set a morning alarm each and every day, even if she had nothing to do. That said, nothing about her waking experience tended to be pleasant these days. She wiped her hands down her face; she could already feel how awful she must have looked, especially with First-Day Anxiety keeping her up later than intended.

Though it wasn't silence, the buzzing of her alarm wasn't music either. Propelled by annoyance, Grace pulled herself out of bed and paced to the other end of the room. The radio's insidious placement sure was effective, even if she hated it. A press of the alarm button, and her hand immediately flew to the dial.

"--And with that out of the way, let's turn to the request line on this beautiful Monday morning. KV-101.9, home of KV's Classics, what can we get you?"

Beautiful Monday morning. Maybe not her word for it, but glancing out the window, Grace couldn't complain. It's not as if her training had stopped anyway; it would be a cold day in hell before Seren decided to take a month off, let alone a whole summer. So, here she was, awake, and ready to do the same old thing she always did (but admittedly with a little more guidance).

The droning caller's voice finally gave way to the sound of bass and drums, and the twang of a guitar sealed the deal. Her hand switched dials, and spun up the volume with a single smooth motion until the machine could go no further. Seren was probably up already anyway, so who cared? She could swear the meteor-girl got her kicks from being the first to walk into an empty classroom. Something something "dedication to instruction."

She grabbed her towel and a change of clothes and pushed open the door. The music went with her, spilling out into the wider apartment. "Seren, I'm gonna take the bike, are you coming or what?" she shouted on her way to the bathroom, not even bothering to look for her surely-awake companion.
 
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Yori
| Location: | Outside
| With: | N.A
| Mentions: | Coriander Coriander
Yori looked back when he heard voices, swiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. A pair of girls he vaguely recognized from class were heading to the main building early, gossiping about their classmates. "What a waste of time," he said under his breath. He lifted his bokken, facing a tree in front of him. Seeing as he was off school grounds, it was the only thing he could practice on.

He woke up before sunrise to get some training in, since he had severe doubts that he would get the chance later. He would skip class entirely if he could, but that was a one way ticket to being kicked out of school, so he kept his opinions about the pointlessness of sitting around doing nothing to himself. Yori smacked the tree again. His bokken was looking a little worse for wear these days, but he would keep using it until it was in pieces.

The thought made him pause. What was Mieno doing again? She'd been sleeping when he left, or so he thought. Yori didn't really stop to check. He looked at his bokken. At all the scratches and splintered wood. Next time, he should probably give his bokken a break and practice with his actual weapon. On one hand, Mieno was a lot more durable than a wooden sword. On the other, he didn't have to deal with the bokken telling him to stop. Not that she wouldn't come out and find him anyway. Yori sighed and swung the bokken again.
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Mieno Sanctuary

Location: Somewhere in the street | Interacting with: | Mentions:Yori ( S n o w S n o w )


Mieno sat up from bed quickly, her hair flicking in a mess and covering her eyes. She had fallen asleep before setting the alarm and she highly doubted Yori would ever bother with waking her up. She looked over to the clock that was sitting on her side table, the red numbers blinking a reasonable time. That set some reassurance into her tired eyes. She had stayed up way too late, working on studies that werent necessary, but still doable.

Mieno got up and stretched, grabbing a towel and heading for the bathroom. The space was empty, her partner obviously off doing something he wasnt suppose to do. Her shower was quick, breakfast being even faster. Toast wasnt much of an energy builder but as long as it gave her stomach the illusion of a breakfast it was good for now. She slipped on shoes, grabbing her bag and headed for the door. Mieno whipped around suddenly, grabbing her usual coat before turning back to outside. The air was cold and welcoming, shaking the rest of the sleep from her.

She knew she had to find her partner, it being more of a 'if I dont find him now he wont go to class' sort of deal than anything. His lack of care for grades made her sigh, but his strong ambition for fighting made up for it. Usually finding a single person in a decent sized place would be hard, but for Mieno she knew exactly where he was. Sadly.
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Mieno sat up from bed quickly, her hair flicking in a mess and covering her eyes. She had fallen asleep before setting the alarm and she highly doubted Yori would ever bother with waking her up. She looked over to the clock that was sitting on her side table, the red numbers blinking a reasonable time. That set some reassurance into her tired eyes. She had stayed up way too late, working on studies that werent necessary, but still doable.

Mieno got up and stretched, grabbing a towel and heading for the bathroom. The space was empty, her partner obviously off doing something he wasnt suppose to do. Her shower was quick, breakfast being even faster. Toast wasnt much of an energy builder but as long as it gave her stomach the illusion of a breakfast it was good for now. She slipped on shoes, grabbing her bag and headed for the door. Mieno whipped around suddenly, grabbing her usual coat before turning back to outside. The air was cold and welcoming, shaking the rest of the sleep from her.

She knew she had to find her partner, it being more of a 'if I dont find him now he wont go to class' sort of deal than anything. His lack of care for grades made her sigh, but his strong ambition for fighting made up for it. Usually finding a single person in a decent sized place would be hard, but for Mieno she knew exactly where he was. Sadly.
 
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Tomoki's dream ended abruptly, as he was shaken back into reality. His eyes opened, his eyelashes faintly batting against his lids when he blinked. He steadily rose from his bed and placed his feet on the velvety carpet next to it. From there he freshened up and got dressed.

Walking into the kitchen, Tomoki grasped a box of cereal from atop his refrigerator and opened a cabinet and took out a plastic bowl. Opening the box of cereal, he tilted it above the bowl and began shaking it, causing cereal to fall into the bowl. Once there was a sufficient amount he closed up the cereal box and placed it back on top of his refrigerator then took hold of the handle and pulled the door open. When he spotted the gallon of milk he grasped it and pulled it out, closing the door and walking back over to his bowl of cereal. He did the same thing he did with the cereal box to the gallon of milk accept instead of cereal pouring out, mild did and it made the cereal in the bowl rise. Then, when he was done pouring milk into his bowl of cereal he screwed the top on it and put it back in the refrigerator. He cautiously lifted the bowl of cereal and carried it to the dining room table and placed it down, taking a seat himself. He scooped some cereal and milk and stuffed it in his mouth.

He was looking forward to today. The day he has been waiting for for which felt like the longest time. He felt he was in a suitable state to finally began attending his new school and boy could he not wait until the good stuff started to happen.
 
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A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body; And a sound body was not something that was had by sleeping in.

Monday through Sunday, come rain or shine, Seren's day started with a jog accompanied by the rising of the morning sun. Death City was a nice enough place at such an early hour. It wasn't too hot or cold, there were plenty of places to run, and the streets were calm and quiet. Then again with the number of Meisters in training that took up residence there, it really had no right to be. That was definitely an annoying thought, especially when she considered that her partner was one of those layabout slackers, but Seren was working on that.

One of these days, she was going to make that girl live up to her name.

Her jog came to a finish as her partner's room begun to blare out with sound, Seren's arrival home coupled with the sleepy apartment's silence being replaced by the now-familiar early morning radio. She could never really understand people's need for alarms. By all means, a properly maintained sleeping schedule should have been enough to get you out of bed in the morning, she figured. Not that most kids her age actually would maintain their sleep schedules properly, but that was besides the point.

"Yeah. You're peddling." Seren spoke curtly, spotting Grace vanishing into the bathroom, while she herself moved to take care of the rest of her morning routine.

Before the shower started up, she quickly ran her hands under a stream of cold water, filled a kettle with that same stream, set it to boil, and then raided the fridge for the day's lunch. Carrots, celery, cheese, crackers, and a one-night old boiled egg, all in portions of two for the off chance that Grace would feel like eating healthily that day. That taken care of, she picked a packet of oatmeal from the pantry and emptied it into a bowl with one hand, and the freshly boiled kettle with the other.

A sound diet was just another step on the path to a sound body, she figured, so even for a meal like breakfast she couldn't let herself slack. And, conveniently, if her timing was right then by the time she'd finished her meal, Grace would be giving up the bathroom and she could deal with this nearly-dried sweat.
 

Vivian Moore, in apartment
Interacted with: Literally Batman Literally Batman Mentioned: ...

The warm orange glow of the sun slowly climbing up the skies. The gentle sounds and harmonies of birds waking up in the distance, a light breeze following as they peacefully fly and start their day. Early mornings always had something beautifully serene to them, something truly stunningly beautiful. There was one tiny little detail that might not quite fit into such a setting though.

Violent vibrations shook the room as alarm number 3 took effect, this time blasting off at volumes roughly equivalent to a giant aeroplane rushing by the house. The chaotic piles of items and clothes stood tall and proud around her bed, the warm embrace of purple blankets keeping Vivian dazed while literally deafening noises filled her room. You see, Vivi was known to be a heavy sleeper, a very heavy one to be precise. Most would have to go to extreme lengths to even wake her up let alone actually get out of bed. It was a true tragedy, a curse that she did not really particularly despise to be completely honest.

Luckily, alarm number 3 succeeded in doing his part, for the sluggish mammal had finally been disturbed. Slowly but surely, Vivian sat up in her bed with a tight grasp around her pillow as she eagerly cuddled it while releasing a plethora of noises in the shape of dramatic yawns to confirm she was actually awake.

After having rubbed her eyes thoroughly, reluctant movements were made to eventually manoeuvre herself out of bed. calmly turning off the ear-destroying noise by a mere click of her finger. Performing a few morning rituals, Vivian finally managed to get herself representable, or at least as if she hadn't just rolled out of bed.

Pushing open her door, Vivian was quickly greeted by the wonderfully soothing scent of eggs. She loved eggs, a lot.

Theatrically taking in the whiff of lovely scent with her eyes instinctively closing to focus her utmost attention on it, Vivian intended to release a sound of satisfaction, which somehow mixed in with an incoming yawn. Soon, a warcry or yawn/roar of some sorts would escape her mouth, her arms lifted up into the air as she performed yet another stretch.

"Good morning~" the happy yet still noticeably tired voice would chime afterwards, obviously aimed at her beloved roommate.

Still somewhat hazy from just waking up, Vivi moved forth and leaned slightly over the counter upon reaching it, wishful eyes darting straight towards the eggs. "That smells far too good." is what she would state, the smile on her face growing upon taking in yet another whiff of delicious eggs. "You're such an angel, Soph." She would compliment afterwards, hoping that one of those eggs was intended for her.

Having appreciated the food long enough, Vivian eventually moved away towards the cabinets. "Would you like some tea as well?" Vivi said, glancing to the side before looking back as she opened two cabinets at the same time to take out a set of cups and a beautifully old-fashioned kettle. Sliding past her Weapon, Vivian would fill the kettle with water before carefully positioning it on a free spot on the stovetop, turning its respective knob before heading away to grab some tea bags.
 
The piercing screams echoed throughout the room; Curtains drawn in such a way to allow a single beam of light the ability pierce the room and directly into the crease of closed eyes. Shaking her head in attempts to make it go away Ayame had awoken herself, lazily she sat up and yawned which was followed by a second yawn. That out of the way she leaned over and turned her alarm-clock off, the screaming finally ceasing and allowing the sound of a single bird song to reach her ears. It was a sweet melody of unknown meaning, the human ear could only translate so much of what she head, a disappointing fact that she had to face. With that the blankets were thrown back and she began her walk towards the bathroom.

Along the way the sound of grumbling, or maybe growling would be more accurate, rang from Ayame's stomach. She had gotten used to that hunger, it was one she had to handle quite often and if she didn't satisfy it then that made it even more difficult to go from day to day. She reached a hand down and patted her stomach which now stopped it's growling and fell calm once more, the flesh seemed to move around the spot below her ribs. There wasn't much time before she entered the bathroom and turned on the light, the mirror revealed her black crop-top and what seemed to be a normal stomach. Reaching to the toothbrush holder she grabbed a slightly larger one, most might call it comically over-sized as it appeared to equal the size of a remote control. "Aaaa" A monotone voice rang out as Ayame opened her mouth, in the same moment another set of jaws opened.

She added the toothpaste atop the brush and made to work, brushing both her normal mouth and the one on her stomach. The sink in her bathroom had been modified to accommodate for her... condition. After that had been successfully completed she made haste to take a shower and get changed into her clothing for the day, A simple outfit really. One of many custom-made black shirts: a rather sizeable zipper along the stomach section, black leggings, and shorts. Her outfit was quite lacking when it came to color, but she didn't want to stand out in a crowd anyways. With that she began to look around her home for Matthias; He wasn't on the couch, or the kitchenette floor, or the balcony, where was that blonde blade?

She had an inkling and slipped her shoes on before taking a walk, Chupa♥Cabra's this was where her suspicion had led her to go. Now it was just a matter of looking around for Matt, "I can't smell the cigarettes... Are you around here Coco?" she spoke with a slightly louder voice than her usual soft tone.

Mentions: Jean Otus Jean Otus (You asked me to find you I think?)
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Sophia "Soph" Minerva Green
September 16th
Death City, Nevada
Joint Moore-Green Apartment


"Awe, how sweet of you!" Soph smiled delightfully at her partner's comment about her being an angel. It definitely made her feel better to know that her efforts were being appreciated. "Tea would be great! Thanks, Viv." She removed the pan from the heat, sliding it to the side, and grabbed two plates, dropping one egg onto each. She put each plate on the table, dropping the proper utensils alongside them. It seemed as though her partner had went to get teabags for the tea that she was making. Viv had obviously learned of Soph's ravenous need for morning tea, especially on the first day of school.

Soph poured the now-boiling water into two small teacups, placing them on the table as well. She stared at the bubbling, scalding-hot water in the small cups in reflection. It had been months since she had last attended the DWMA, forget gone on a mission to collect evil human souls. She hoped that she hadn't grown rusty from lack of practice. She knew that some of the other students spent the whole summer training (pity their souls), which made her feel bad in comparison, as she had only practiced a sliver of that time.

The Brit sighed, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms. Ah, well.

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Matthias sat on the floor of a room he had often sat in before. The family library was always a pleasant place to spend an afternoon after his lessons were finished. The quiet atmosphere was always kept at a pleasant temperature, and the way the turning of pages echoed off the bookcases served to ease the harshness of his studies. Laying on the floor made the two-floor library tower above him, like a skyscraper of colorful leather bricks and wooden shelves. When the book he was reading lost his interest, or his mind wandered, he would trace his fingers along the intricate patterns and knots of the plush Turkish rug which covered the floor of the library. It was a veritable paradise, the glowing heart of his childhood. Suddenly the floor fell out from under him, the pleasant atmosphere was sucked from around him, leaving a cold, clammy vacuum around his skin. Surrounding him was no longer the colorful walls of the family library, but instead, grey stone walls, stripped of their covering. Beneath him was a mix of ash, ice, and coarse dirt, frigid and sharp on his body. Any feeling of pleasantness or happiness was gone, instead, there was only a fear that struck him to his core. The subtle echoing of pages was replaced with a sickening slithering, reverberating throughout the naked stone walls. Frozen in place, Matthias watched as red tendrils crept around the corners and out of cracks in the walls. The closer they got, the louder the slithering became, until it was deafening. The tendrils coiled themselves around his legs, tightened around his torso, before finally engulfing his head.

With a crash, Matthias tumbled out of his bed, still kicking and struggling against the bedsheets that he'd entangled himself in during his brief, restless sleep. Evidently, poor sleep habits and a night spent trying to sneak into a cabaret was just the recipe to awaken old nightmares. Finally awake, he was able to undo the wound sheets from around his body and check the time. Pretty late again, though not so bad, he'd just be able to make it to class on time barring any accidents. He quickly moved to the shower to try to wash away some of the tiredness. Starting after dinner at seven last night, he had spent six hours attempting every possible plan to sneak past the bouncers into Chupacabra's cabaret club. Every attempt had resulted in more or less abject failure. Defeated, he had returned to his bed and had an all too brief sleep, dogged by the nightmare which had haunted him since his childhood.

Now awake, it didn't take long for him to regain his composure and ready himself for classes. He dressed as he usually did, in a casual shirt and cardigan and a pair of khakis, lighter and the tin of cigarette materials skillfully tucked away in a secret pocket he had sewn on himself. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the time to eat breakfast, given his mode of awakening, which would most likely come back to bite him later, but still. He grabbed a can of juice from his fridge before strolling out the door, hopefully, that would tide him over until lunch. As he rounded a corner he came across an interesting sight. There was the club which he'd failed to gain entrance to the following night, and in front of it was his partner, shouting his nickname, as if he lived in the club. Stepping gingerly up behind her, she gave the back of her head a light tap with his can of juice before taunting.

"Aren't you a bit young to be hanging around a place like this? Or are you looking for a new line of work?"

Mentions: Entity.Eclypse Entity.Eclypse
Interactions: Entity.Eclypse Entity.Eclypse
 
Grace Amadeus Fugue
Apartment
Interacting with: The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit

"Damn," Grace outwardly yet mildly cursed as she entered the bathroom door, the sound of the room sealing shut echoing over the wail of the radio's guitars. Her single-word response wasn't a complaint at that point so much as begrudging acknowledgement; in the name of physical readiness, the bike's electric motor had turned into something used for rare joy rides instead of its main mode of operation. On one hand, all that pedaling kept the battery constantly charged, yet on the other, Seren sure knew how to force people to put effort into things, even simple, supposedly leisurely activities like bike riding.

Even so, she'd gotten as used to the routine as possible, even finding her endurance had gone up a fair bit--though likely not as much as Seren would have wanted it to. All things in due time, they both supposed; the only difference there was their respective expected deadlines.

Grace's shower went quickly enough, and as she emerged with a loose, long-sleeved shirt, a skirt, and leggings, the smell of dull breakfast reached her nose. On one hand, she missed the extravagant, expertly-crafted meals of the Fugue family's chefs, but on the other hand, the further she distanced her mind from that manor, the better. Besides, the packages in the pantry did their job just fine, and the feeling of fullness lasted longer into morning classes than the taste of whatever filled her.

"Bathroom's open," she said as she walked back to her room and tossed the towel inside. The secondary offerings laid out by Seren were basically what she had expected. Grace had taken on her weapon partner's diet on something of a part-time basis, easing herself into the deeper end of the pool at her own pace. Today, she figured she might as well take the hint, shaking her head lightly as she went for the cupboards.

"How'd the run go," she asked, lidded eyes flicking back and forth through across the inner shelves. Seren likely wasn't bound to be all that leisurely with her shower, so cereal and milk would have to do. "Fun" cereals were kind-of banned; Seren probably couldn't have actually stopped her from buying whatever she wanted, but the least she could do was try and buy into some of the selections that would elicit less of a stink eye from her room mate.

Fiber and nuts. Protein. Sure. Some of the nicer ones included fruit, making them just sweet enough anyway. She poured out the remainder of a strawberry variety, grimacing slightly as she noted she was just about down to insubstantial powder by the time the bowl was full. A bit of milk later, and her own variant on breakfast was complete.

She ate standing, the majority of her attention turned toward the window. She was only half looking forward to a new year; sure, she'd be forwarding her goals, but all the less than favorable things that came alongside her preferred pursuits would be a concern nonetheless.
 
Yori
| Location: | Outside
| With: | Mieno
| Mentions: | Coriander Coriander
Yori practiced his diagonal swing, cleaving off a line of bark. He kept pushing himself to be faster, for his hits to land harder, but if it was helping, he didn't see it. If he was going to help Mieno become a Death Scythe one day, he was going to have to face off against a witch. He felt severely unprepared for that eventual battle. He struck the tree again without thinking--at a bad angle, he realized after he heard a sharp crack. The top quarter of his bokken was on the ground.

Yori threw the rest of it down and sat back against the tree. He was breathing hard, his hands aching. He was not at all surprised when he saw Mieno heading his way, wrapped in a coat. Unfortunately, he didn't have the energy to get up and pretend he didn't see her. The way he was sitting, he was facing her head on. Yori tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a few seconds before he faced his partner.

"Do you want something?" he asked once she was close enough.
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Mieno Sanctuary

Location: A tree | Interacting with: Yori ( S n o w S n o w )| Mentions:


Mieno made her way over, turns out she took a wrong turn and got a bit lost. But in the end she made it here on reasonable time, tired, but reasonable. She walked over to him, standing straight and taking a bit of a breather before putting her hands on her hips. Tired or not, training or sleeping, they needed to go to school and by the looks of it, her partner had no intention of heading off any time soon.

"School is a requirement so I ask of you to at least attend with 1% focus. And that means you need to actually be there. You can train after class, when time is not necessary and education is finished." She didnt really want to grab him and attempt to drag, seeing as he was now sweaty and like always, grumpy. But she did kneel down next to him and glare, urging him on with facial expression alone. She did have several other words to lecture, but that could be saved for in class.
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Mieno made her way over, turns out she took a wrong turn and got a bit lost. But in the end she made it here on reasonable time, tired, but reasonable. She walked over to him, standing straight and taking a bit of a breather before putting her hands on her hips. Tired or not, training or sleeping, they needed to go to school and by the looks of it, her partner had no intention of heading off any time soon.

"School is a requirement so I ask of you to at least attend with 1% focus. And that means you need to actually be there. You can train after class, when time is not necessary and education is finished." She didnt really want to grab him and attempt to drag, seeing as he was now sweaty and like always, grumpy. But she did kneel down next to him and glare, urging him on with facial expression alone. She did have several other words to lecture, but that could be saved for in class.
 
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Gadis Lestari
Apartment
Studying; Cooking
Interaction
: Jade Emperor Jade Emperor
Mention: -​

Lesta was already up when the sun peeked through the horizon.

Those who woke up before the sun is up is often portrayed as the embodiment of spring and youth, however, Lesta was nothing like that. To start, her appearance was nothing but fresh. Her face showed nothing like a smile. A book thicker than a dictionary was open on the table, with stick-it-notes and handwritten memos on various pages. It was clear that the girl had studied for a long time with the book. When the sunlight crept through the curtains and entered the room, Lesta turned and walked to the window.

If you expected her to open the window, stretched, and said with a warm smile, "Good morning, world! What a beautiful day!" you will be severely disappointed.

"Tsk. It's time already."

She pulled the curtain open with a jerk. She had woken up a bit after three in the morning to study Theory Regarding Magic Formula since she couldn't practise magic or prepare potions in the apartment. She wasn't crazy, so studying it was a pain.

Lesta changed into a fresh set of clothes before turning the knob of the stove and took several eggs from the fridge. Soon, the sizzles of hot oil and smells of breakfast filled the room. Lesta wasn't standing still while she cooked the egg. Toasts put into toaster, Witch-related materials stashed in a hidden safe protected with key combinations and magic. The morning was quite busy.

"Grimm, get your ass off the bed and eat breakfast! If you skip breakfast again you'll be my sparring partner tonight!"

After shouting one last line, Lesta put the eggs on a plate. Using two piece of toasts to sandwich a sunny side egg with a fan of lettuce and a cheese slice, Lesta sat down and started eating.

She might look up for the part, but Lesta enjoyed cooking. She sometimes cook dinner aside of breakfast, but only when she had the leisure to. Lunch? If anyone expect her to pack a homemade lunch for her partner, they would be disappointed. Back to the point, one of the reason why she liked to provide (force) breakfast for her partner was because she liked doing so.

The other reason was she actually wanted Grimm to be her sparring partner, but that was another matter completely.
 
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After finishing her breakfast, Seren still had to waste a few minutes waiting for Grace to finish with the shower. In other words, her timing was off today. Idling around like this was definitely a little annoying, but even she wasn't fanatical enough about self-management to have something to do with such a slim span of time.

She was, however, fanatical enough to have set out her towel and clothes the night before; So when Grace vacated the living room, she was able to nearly mechanically swap places with her.

"It was fine, as quiet as ever. I'm beginning to think there's something to listening to music while exercising, though." For a long time she'd held the belief that listening to music in situations like that was just some sort of crutch for unmotivated people, but the sound of her own, solitary footsteps had started to get to her lately. Seren wasn't the kind of person that got bored easily, but more often than not they'd just remind her just how few people bothered with a proper routine. Which was a one way trip to her getting annoyed. Which, in turn, was definitely bad for her form.

All those thoughts streamed through her mind as she lathered herself with a variety of products, and let a nearly scorching-hot stream of water wash across her body.

That was what she told herself at least, but considering how quickly her annoyance tended to evaporate when she got home, it was more likely that Grace's music-mania was just starting to rub off on her; Or there was that other, infinitely more embarrassing reason, but even her subconsciousness wouldn't entertain that idea.

Before she could come to an epiphany about either of those lines of thought, Seren shut the shower off, and then hurried herself her toothbrush. Oral hygiene was definitely one of the most important kinds, so she spent a generous few minutes systematically murdering every last piece of plaque in her mouth, before stepping from the bathroom dressed in one of her usual chuuni-ish outfits.

"Are you ready? We should be able to make it to class nice as early if we leave within the next..." She eyed the living room clock. "...Five minutes."
 
Grace Amadeus Fugue
Apartment --> Death City Streets
Interacting with: The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit

Seren's emergence from the bathroom was more or less timely with Grace's finishing of breakfast; sure, she had to spend a moment or two shoveling the rest of her cereal into her mouth, but thankfully she'd gotten pretty quick when it came to that. She tossed the bowl in the sink, and managed a mumbled "yeah, sure" right after swallowing. She drifted over to her room, moving with greater speed and purpose, for the closer that Seren came to readiness, the less delays she tolerated. Grace had, of course, pre-packed her things the night before; nothing less would be tolerated, but she didn't actually mind all that much. It was efficient, after all.

The radio dimmed and clicked off, and Grace emerged from her room a moment after, messenger bag slung over her left shoulder and headphones over her head. She pushed a few stray strands from in front of her face, and flicked her finger to the door. She wasted no time making her exit, her quick departure modeled somewhat after Seren's own habits. Grace went first as they left the apartment, expecting Seren to lock up behind her, seeing as she'd have to unlock the bike in a few short moments. Though it wasn't as if they were long-time friends or anything, Seren and Grace had seemingly developed a few common understandings, which, at least from the outside, seemed like quite a feat. Even so, the frills and laces styled girl didn't seem to be the sort that appreciated music at all. To each their own, Grace supposed, but she always felt a small twinge of disappointment in regards to that fact anyway.

Oddly enough, however, that bit of Seren's personality appeared to be turning around.

"What kind of music do you like," Grace asked as the two hit the bottom of the stairs, striding out of the apartment doors and directly to the bike rack right ot the side, "usually if you're exercising you want something with energy behind it for that, but there's a bunch of different genres you can pick." The bike lock came off easily enough with the correct combination, and the meister shoved the loop of metal into her bag as she pulled the modified bike free and spun it around on its back wheel. Seren would have to sit on the back, but there was more than enough space. Grace shook out her legs, rolled her shoulders, and tilted her neck from side to side.

Time for her variant on a morning workout.
 

Vivian Moore, in the apartment
Interacted with: Literally Batman Literally Batman Mentioned: ...

After her quick stop at yet another well-organized cabinet, Vivian would find the packet she was looking for with relative ease. It always amazed her how swiftly she could find something in the kitchen or, well, any other part of the house other than her room really. It acted as light motivation to keep her very own room tidier as well but said motivation would usually dwindle down to non-existence the moment she dropped down on her bed in exhaustion.

Seeing as her wonderful partner had done most of the work as per usual, Vivian simply had to take a seat at the table, placing down the small package of teabags near Sophie after having picked one out for herself.

"Did you sleep well?" She would question as she properly took a seat, glancing at her weapon before quickly looking back at the divine egg she had awaited. It was perhaps quite the standard thing to ask, but Vivi did genuinely care. She herself had gotten enough sleep, although Vivi was of opinion that there was no such thing as 'enough sleep'. Rest was always great, which was why her holiday consisted of a lot of it.

Her hands tingled in excitement, grabbing the utensils to cut of a humble little piece that would become her first taste. A sound of delight would quickly emanate in the shape of a lower pitched "Mmmm".

"This is delicious" she would say, obviously after having finished eating the little piece. Vivian sure is a chaotic person, but simple table manners are not something she lacks.

The light scratching of her knife and fork would quickly follow after she spoke, with the meister taking up her eating pace quite considerably now that she knew it tasted as great as she expected it to. Cooking, even in its simplest forms, was something that always amazed the young girl, so even well-prepared eggs would be able to make her day. Her seeming incapability of proper cooking probably played a good part in this, for she could only shudder thinking back about the former accidents she had instigated.

Luckily, her conscience did not bother her at the moment, for she was thoroughly enjoying the lovely taste of egg and tea respectively.

 
Yori
| Location: | Outside/His Apartment
| With: | Mieno
| Mentions: | Coriander Coriander
Yori rolled his eyes. Even knowing she would, he was still annoyed that she came all this way just to nag him. "Necessary," he repeated with a scoff. He stood, moving around her to grab the two halves of his bokken. "I bet the next evil human we fight will be really impressed by your test scores." He walked away without waiting for an answer.

But instead of heading to the front entrance of the school, he went in the direction of their apartment. "I'll go after I shower," he said without looking, assuming she was following him. As much as he didn't mind going to school a sweaty-mess, he could smell himself and it bothered him. "Go without me."

Yori headed back inside, grabbing a random outfit from his room as he went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He stayed under the water for longer than he had time for, but he wasn't expecting Mieno to still be around when he came out. If she still wanted to be early, he doubted she would wait for him.
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Mieno Sanctuary

Location: Road, Heading to class | Interacting with: | Mentions:Yori ( S n o w S n o w )


She slowly watched as her partner walked away, slowly disappearing from sight until he was completely gone. When he was gone Mieno motioned to the sky, questioning the forces at hand. Why must he be like this. Grades werent important for fights, sure! But what about after that huh? What about the jobs that require a damned education! He was so, so irrational! Mieno gave a swing at the tree, punching it with all her irritation, before quickly pulling here hand away and rubbing it.

Now was not the time to lose cool, she had class to get to and partner or not, she was going to have that perfect attendance. Now it wasnt even for her own ambitions, it was purely out of spite. She headed to class finally, figuring that her partner would get there sooner or later. No matter what Yori did it would not get to her, she wouldnt let it get to her. She's gotten here off good grades and hard work, so thats what she's going to keep doing, with out without her partners help.
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She slowly watched as her partner walked away, slowly disappearing from sight until he was completely gone. When he was gone Mieno motioned to the sky, questioning the forces at hand. Why must he be like this. Grades werent important for fights, sure! But what about after that huh? What about the jobs that require a damned education! He was so, so irrational! Mieno gave a swing at the tree, punching it with all her irritation, before quickly pulling here hand away and rubbing it.

Now was not the time to lose cool, she had class to get to and partner or not, she was going to have that perfect attendance. Now it wasnt even for her own ambitions, it was purely out of spite. She headed to class finally, figuring that her partner would get there sooner or later. No matter what Yori did it would not get to her, she wouldnt let it get to her. She's gotten here off good grades and hard work, so thats what she's going to keep doing, with out without her partners help.
 
Seren Gogo
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"Ahh..." Difficult question. She was familiar enough with the essential genres of music, but only in name, and she hadn't listened to nearly enough of it to actually know what she liked. "...What genres do you listen to? They're the only sort that I'm really familiar with."

A little awkwardly, Seren straddled the seat behind Grace. It was unusual for her to be asking someone else, let alone another student, for advice about something. She was, after all, someone who firmly believed that reaching a conclusion on one's own had a certain level of value to it, but... It just be foolhardy of her to not take advantage of Grace's expertise here. It always seemed the girl cared about the stuff, music that is, more than she did most anything else. Even her studies, sometimes.

Well, there was that, and there was also just that age old concept of 'bonding'. For their efficiency as a team, of course.

"That song that was on the radio earlier was alright, but it was too, er, outbackish?" That was definitely not a good way to describe it. "I mean uh, it doesn't sound like something I'd want to listen to while running. Or at all really, but that's besides the point. Maybe you could recommend me something?" Asking for help twice in one day. There were definitely some people that she couldn't let hear about this, lest she have her ear prattled off by some sort of annoying joke or another.
 
Grace Amadeus Fugue
Death City Streets --> DWMA
Interacting with: The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit

"I listen to whatever I want. The radio is usually on a rock station though." She shrugged, and Seren took her seat on the back of the bicycle. Grace clicked the gearshift all the way up to six; maximum effort, and all that. After all, even if she wasn't super big on some of Seren's demands, she sure as hell wasn't going to be the weaker half of the equation.

The gearshift clanked loudly as Grace took off, leaning forward and arching her back slightly in order to build up a little momentum. Her momentarily heavy breathing paused as she began maintaining a reasonable pace, keeping one hand on the bars as the other reached for her pocket, pulling her headset plug from her phone. The relatively straight street afforded a brief period of phone usage, with Grace scrolling through her music library as quickly as she could. There was something kind of odd, Grace felt, about their usually business-like relationship being interrupted for music recommendations. It was oddly...normal, a little bit of reasonable conversation within a maze of training regimens and schedule adjustments. She had always sort-of felt that there was a person underneath all of Seren's ambitions, but this felt like the first time she was actually getting to see it.

"Try this," she said, tapping a song, turning the volume up, and shoving the device back in her pocket. Arching forward again, she began picking up the pace, increasing her speed right before turning the corner and hitting the usual hill. She practically glared, soundlessly putting as much concentration as she could into keeping the bike moving at the same pace as before. They crested the top of the hill, Grace attempting to hide her heavy breathing as she kept the two moving. "You either need something...that's energetic enough to get you going, or...smooth enough to let you concentrate. Take your pick," she managed between breaths, swinging the bike into a deep, tilted turn as she rounded another corner, skipping the main street to duck into a steep back-alley. It was something of a shortcut; in the long-term, it wouldn't really matter to most, but she'd found that it generally shaved a second or two off of her time on average.

Grace, clearly, had chosen a song more befitting of the second option, which was no surprise given her personal preferences. Legs burned and lungs heaved as she finished the journey without a single complaint; the academy, the city's huge, central construct, loomed overhead as Grace pulled up to the base of its long staircase. Several minutes of biking followed by a run up the stairs. The "run" part was definitely guaranteed, so long as Seren was around.

She walked the bike over to a nearby rack as she steadied her breath, flicking the bike lock out of her pocket and binding her treasured transport to the metal. "Home stretch," she muttered, looking up at the staircase. Her legs already felt like they were about to fall off, but Seren--and to an extent, Grace herself--would have none of that. "Let's get this over with." She hopped in place, shaking out her legs and arms, then started on the stairs. "What're they...gonna have us doing for the first day anyway?"
 

Sophia "Soph" Minerva Green
September 16th
Death City, Nevada
Joint Moore-Green Apartment


Soph took a seat across from her partner, stirring her tea slowly, watching the color change like some sort of delicious chemistry experiment. "Slept like an angel last night," she responded, taking a sip of the tea and then a small bite of her own egg. She smiled at Viv's compliment about her cooking. Soph definitely didn't consider herself a chef extraordinaire, but she did her best to make food for the two of them whenever possible (especially after the last time Viv cooked, when the food tasted awfully like the stuff inside a fire extinguisher).

Soph continued to eat the egg, slicing it into small pieces and consuming it piece by piece until nothing remained. As soon as Viv was done scarfing down her breakfast, Soph took the plates.

"We ought to get to school early this morning. Might as well start the day off on a good note," Soph said, dropping both plates into the sink.

She walked into her room, swinging the door shut behind her, and quickly changed into a very simple burgundy tank top and pair of short Jean's, to tolerate the scorching heat of late summer Nevada deserts, before emerging. Her eyes gravitated towards the clock.

"Lucky we're right by the Academy," the British teen mused, leaning back against the wall outside Vivianne's room and waiting in silence.



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Seren Gogo
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Despite not actually being within her field of vision, Seren merely nodded along as Grace spoke. She'd never considered using music to help one's focus. If what she was being told was true, then it'd have more uses than just for her jogs. Not that she needed one, but, it could even be used as a studying aid; Or something to listen to while doing chores. There was more to consider here than she'd originally thought.

The song that Grace had put on for her was certainly a step up from the earlier one, too.

She still couldn't say that she was 'grooving' or 'feeling it', or any of those other words she'd heard people using to talk about music, but she didn't dislike it. If she were to weigh it against the sounds of the waking city that she'd gotten so used to, for example, there was about a fifty-fifty chance that she'd choose to listen to this instead. This was putting aside the issue of actually getting the music in the first place, though. She didn't have a clue how much music cost nowadays, didn't have whatever the popular player nowadays was, and her phone was... Outdated, to say the least. Hanging off of Grace's back, Seren let out a huff as they drew up to the DWMA's infamous staircase. They could continue discussing this after class.

"Thanks for the rundown. I'll be sure to make good use of it." While she was genuinely thankful for Grace's assistance, either out of awkwardness or rudeness, Seren spoke as curtly as ever. Seeing as it was the start of school, the two of them had more important things to talk about. Which, delightfully, Grace seemed to have keyed into on her own as she begun to ascend towards school.

Was she finally getting through?

"I'm not entirely sure. The curriculum here is a little, er... Unpredictable, don't you think? I just hope they don't say anything wasteful like 'It's the first day, so how about we just take it easy?' or 'Hey, how about we share what we did during our break?'" She could remember teachers doing that a lot, back when she was in the normal school system. As far as she could tell, it essentially just translated to 'I'm want to go back on holiday, so can you guys just waste some time for now?'. What a poor example to be setting for students.

"Personally, I hope we're just getting right into it, maybe with a field mission or sparring session. The holiday training was well and good, but nothing beats a practical experience, don't you think?" It'd also been a fair while since she'd eaten a Soul, but that reason didn't need mentioning. "What about you? Is there anything in particular you're hoping for today?"

Her pace carried by the distraction of conversation, the towers of the DWMA soon lurched above the meteor-duo.

"Though, whichever way the day ends up going, I suppose there's only one way to find out, no?" Seren spoke, not showing a sign of fatigue as she stepped up the final of the DWMA's steps, and through the final stretch of courtyard and hallway that lay between them and the classroom.
 
Grace Amadeus Fugue
DWMA (Outer Steps --> Classroom)
Interacting with: The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit

A day of taking it easy. That seemed like such a foreign proposition that Grace was slightly surprised that her partner even decided to mention such a thing. It wouldn't be unwelcome, but...

The girl shook her head. If she was trying to take this whole thing seriously, then there was no point in even wishing for an easy first day. Sure, she wasn't going through the easiest adjustment, any idiot could see that, but easiness wasn't the point of the process anyway.

Grace was there for a reason. For all she knew, her very own mind might depend on her success.

"I don't think they're exactly known for letting meisters and weapons off the hook easily," Grace replied as she, too, crested the top of the stairway, taking a few moments to pull herself together. "This class is supposed to be the serious one, right? A lot of people are putting their faith in us...apparently." It would have been a daunting thought, had Grace been there solely for the academy's stated mission. For better or for worse, other goals occupied her mind. Rolling her head and shoulders, Grace started toward the front door, certain that Seren was right behind her. She'd memorized the classroom number the day before, and even if it somehow managed to slip her mind in the moment, there was no doubt in her mind that her weapon partner would pick up the slack.

Briefly, she glanced back at the older girl, furrowing her brow lightly. Seren's own desire to get started as soon as possible came from some hidden part of herself, yet when the thought of asking just what she was up to surfaced, an odd feeling of discomfort came with it, like black bile bubbling up alongside a dead fish.

She flicked her gaze forward again. The two weren't close enough for questions like that, she figured. Chances are it would be quite some time still before something like that became relevant in the first place. Their working relationship functioned just fine as things stood.

Grace's idle thoughts came to a halt, mimicking her own sudden stop as the correct room number flickered into the edge her vision. She glanced at the door for a moment, glanced up and down the hall, then to her partner, and offered a shrug. She hadn't even bothered to check the time. There was no need to, since it would be a cold day in hell before Seren allowed the duo to arrive late to class, but it might have been nice to know just how early the two had ended up being.

"...Alright. First day. Whatever," she muttered, her voice just loud enough for Seren to hear. She swiftly grasped the handle, then pushed open the door, holding it open for Seren as she strode inside.
 
G r I m m

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"Fuck you!" would be the only response gained from Grimm, as his body didn't move from the bed. To say Grimm was not an early bird would be a great understatement. He hated, absolutely hated the mornings. There was nothing good about it. The night was when he got to rest, the evening was a calm time, the afternoon was where he had the most energy. But the morning? Just waking up was his least favorite part of the day. He could practically hear his aunt's complaining about how his lazy ass would refuse to get up. Followed by a cap on his bum from his grandmother to make him get up. Grimm slowly raised himself up, raking a hand through his hair. "You can't fight me anyways I'll beat your ass!"
 

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