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[ it's rare that she can garner enough time away from a packed schedule and her own school hours to drop by Kaijou, but even if it's just a practice match, Makoto likes to faithfully attend what she can. She's always liked basketball, so growing closer to Kise had only made that fondness stronger. It's fun to watch them get into the game, and it's fun to lose herself cheering for them.

But it's warmer today than it's been all week, and with the hat crammed over her head to hide her identity (she so optimistically felt), it was doing little to cool her head off. Strands were starting to stick to her neck.

... In a sense, it's a happy realization, that her hair was growing longer by the day, but for now, it was a little bit troubling. Still, she waits until the court's cleared out, enough of Kise's squealing crowd dissipating to allow her to sweep her hat off and try to salvage her hair.

It's a shame she can't see what she's doing. ]
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[personal profile] unicornered
[ it figures, that even with Break's (long-awaited) willingness to engage in a dance with his mistress, something would still manage to cut the lesson short. And it wasn't him stomping on her feet or refusing to let the instructions stick, but something bigger. Much more catastrophic.

Well, Sharon had decided. She wasn't going to let that single aspect of that night be colored with unsavory memories. Those she would not soon forget, but today, she'd rather not dwell on them. She wouldn't think, similarly, of her lack of finery, that Break's hair was likely to be its usual wild mess. The memory of a dance, fulfilled, was what she sought, and Break was going to help her obtain it, whether he liked it or not.

So she waits in the drawing room, furniture subtly moved aside to clear a decently-sized space, a chair left near the door in case the sudden shift threw off Break's balance-- though she expected he'd navigate himself just fine.

And she continues to wait. Unseen beneath her skirts, one foot taps. ]
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General musebox post is go! ... Again!

Comment here with a location in the subject line (The Thor, some alien planet, Pandora, etc). You can come up with a scenario or leave your comment blank and I'll do that for you!
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[ as continued from here. ]

Huh? [ and from the look she passes along, it's fairly evident that if Kise says anything dumb about disregarding doctor's orders or not treating it seriously, she's going to Have Words. But she'll hear him out. ] What about it?
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As the subject says, this is a musebox post for Sen, to see how I'm doing with her voice! Location is anywhere you choose, and if you can't come up with a scenario, leave the comment blank and I'll see what I can do.
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[ she had more-than-half expected this. Takane had never not been aware of being followed, and after the initial brush with the paparazzi sent by Kuroi, she'd been even more on guard. Particularly so when the encounters with Masamune became more frequent, more intentional. She couldn't say she minded; there was familiarity at the same time as a sense of new intrigue. He was both the same and not, but the differences only made him... endearing?

It wasn't wise, however. The idols couldn't show a bias towards a single person in public, without the reporters or stalkers catching wind of it. But she'd never run from an encounter, and it's during a walk with the ever-straightforward Masamune that her eyes sharpen and she glances in the direction of a nearby park. Namely, where a few trees and bushes could easily conceal someone.

How deplorable. ]
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General musebox post is go!

Comment here with a location in the subject line (Mayfield, Amaranthine, Deep Roads, etc). You can come up with a scenario or leave your comment blank and I'll do that for you!
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[ there are very few fights where Kasuga has found herself backed - no, slammed into a corner, and she's loath to admit it, but without Sasuke, she can't confidently say she would still be alive.

But she is, and he is, and although their opponent still lives, he's doing so at a safe distance-- far enough for Kasuga to dazedly drag herself up against a nearby tree and fumble for her medical kit. Sasuke-- she'd lost sight of him, and she leans back against the trunk with a ragged breath before she turns her head to see if she can spot him now. ]
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[ WHEN WE LAST LEFT OUR INTREPID HEROES... they were on a date. Or something. Anyway, it seemed like a date.

Continued from this monstrous thread. ]


Simple doesn't mean shitty, Klavier.
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[ the brightest spot of the day, to Oichi, has always been arranging flowers into her own original creations, rife with meaning that she'd only explain when prompted to. But next to that was when she received a shipment, welcoming the newest flowers into the shop with gentle fingers and a soft smile, the promise that they would not be neglected. The newest arrivals just so happen to be a bunch of some of the largest sunflowers she's had the honor of housing, their yellow so bright that it almost hurts her eyes to stare at them too long. But it's a good hurt, she likes to think, as she carries her armful over to the counter. And a familiar one; they remind her of someone. ]

What others might you like to sing with, I wonder...
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[ Leif Helgarson is nothing if not patient. For a thousand years he has waited for this- the day that he finally gets revenge. The day they sneak into Asgard. The day he kills Thor.

Unfortunately, that day was tomorrow, but what was one more night after a thousand years? He'd just slaughtered a whole mess of young vampires intent on invading his territory (his territory being the entire state of Arizona), and now he had the rest of the evening to kill- figuratively speaking. Just as well since something his Druid friend, Atticus, mentioned to him has his interest piqued: Atticus had said that Thor was a comic book.

Why anyone would want to make a comic book about that arrogant, self-centered--- well, why anyone would want to make a comic book about Thor was beyond him. And so the vampire spent the evening in his office at the law firm of Magnusson and Hauk in front of his laptop doing a few idle searches.

Ah. Now he understood. Complete and utter ignorance was why there was a comic book about Thor. This selfless, heroic character was the polar opposite of the real Thor. ]


You will get your comeuppance, God of Thunder. I can promise you that.

[ Not that Leif was one to talk to himself, but he figures he's allowed a little bit at this point. ]
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[ there are very few things that can break through Judith's cool, but she's very, very protective of her former home. Mt. Temza was not meant to be intruded upon, especially when she knew there were still people who desired the Entelexeia. She'd never once forgotten that Ba'ul was constantly at risk.

And it's why she's fighting so fiercely now, fighting to kill if he persists, where she might otherwise find joy in a good challenge. Her method of fighting isn't fair. She aims to knock her opponent to the side, to leave lasting injuries, to evade and flip and gouge and slash-- but he's fast, feral, and she hasn't stayed unharmed from this encounter. Truth be told, she's bleeding rather heavily down one arm, another injury dripping into one eye from a gash beneath her bangs. ]


... I won't say it again.

[ she pauses to catch her breath. ]

Leave.
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[ she's no stranger to the idea. In times of war and strife, the heads of factions would most certainly not remain idle. Takane had known, and yet, she would have expected someone responsible for Oshu's well-being not to go about making idiotically reckless moves. And perhaps any other girl would be able to set it aside, realizing that for all of his bravado and skill and experience, Masamune was only nineteen.

But for someone who behaved far more responsibly than people twice her age, that wasn't an acceptable excuse. Any opposition wouldn't have seen it as one.

And truthfully, Takane's not fond of how it felt, knowing he'd risked himself to the point of being bed-bound for days, that he should have known better, that her chest squeezed - aching and sharp - whenever she went in to change bandages and exchange cool cloths, that she'd felt so helpless. Kojuro has probably already lectured him, but she's not the type to remain silent when she has things of her own to say.

Masamune should be mobile today. She's carrying a bucket of water to one of the vegetable gardens before she abruptly changes her course to seek him out.

At which point she will oh so subtly block his path. ]
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[ it's tennis practice.

Really.

Because there's a tennis ball and Makie is definitely practicing with it.

... Except the ball is being tightly wrapped by a ribbon, dipping and gliding in the air as Makie arches her back or points a leg above her head and basically goes through her entire routine while treating the ball like a yoyo. This display ends when the ball is released into the air and drops back down into her waiting hand.

So she's kind of an idiot, but when it comes to athletics, she's no slouch. ]


I think that'll drum up interest for gymnastics and tennis! What do you think?
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[ it's become something of a thing that no one, out of all the men or the good people of Oshu, has ever seen Takane sleep. Of course, they've mostly assumed that she does sleep, like any normal person, but there's been some doubt. At night, she's rarely in bed. In fact, that's usually when she tends to wander, and looking over at her at any given time of the day has her gazing back, serene and alert.

Tonight is seemingly no different. The men are snoring, the animals are asleep on their feet, and Takane is outside. It's incredibly late.

There is, however, one minor difference. While the moon is still present and Takane is indeed seated out there in full view of it and mostly sheltered by the enclosure, she's not standing and gazing up at it. Instead, her usual posture has been compromised by an unusual slump and the support of a nearby post. Her head's chosen to rest against that, while one hand settles limply in her lap.

Her eyes are closed.

Yes, folks. Miracle of miracles, Shijou Takane is actually asleep. ]
[personal profile] riset
[ she's not expecting much more than the usual, even with the tiny part of her constantly being alert for otherwise. Rise's learned her lesson, that things tend to happen without warning. But she's feeling tired today, setting down her tome of a script and padding out of her room and down the stairs. No need to talk to her grandmother, as she's had this habit for years of just going out and wandering. If anywhere's mostly safe to walk about without any form of disguise, it's Inaba. The town's accepted her as one of its own and, aside from a few stares and the occasional person disrupting her walk for an autograph (there will always be a few tourists, somehow), Rise can make her way towards the floodplains unhindered. It's a good day to sit by the river.

Maybe she should be expecting something new today, but she doesn't. ]

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