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Post by Galihan on Dec 27, 2007 13:41:07 GMT -4
Takeshi didn't find the idea of sticking around too interesting to him. He decided that it was now close enough to the beginning of class that he should go inside and take a seat. He saw other students starting to do the same, so he closed his notebook and walked past... what's his name, he'd have to get his name after class if he could find him, and into the large lecture hall. He sat down in his usual seat near the front of the room, where he could hear the prof the best and stretched his arms back before putting his head down on the desk.
The room was starting to fill up faster than it usually did, Takeshi felt like he was being surrounded but he just closed his eyes and began to rest his eyes until the quiz began. He went over some of his notes in his head.
Soul Burial, Hollows, Zanpakuto, Kido, no problems at all. Don't worry, It'll be easier than you think, he told himself. This'll just be a piece of cake, no problems whatsoever.
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Post by Harmony on Dec 27, 2007 23:22:05 GMT -4
Namida jumped a little when he touched her shoulder briefly, and she looked up at him as he withdrew his hand. He asked her if she was alright, and she could see how genuine he was being. She felt a sudden urge to tell him all that was happening... to spill it all, whether he thought she was crazy for it or not. She realized then that she had not talked to another person once about what was happening to her for fear of what they would say or think... She kept it all in to save herself the humiliation. But, when faced with Dante's concern, she felt her lips parting, the words she longed to say leapt within her. Could she trust him? Those blue eyes mirrored hers for a short moment before he looked away, and with the broken contact, Namida's need to speak vanished.
She glanced down at her trembling hands. She hated how nervous everyone always made her... she had almost told him... how stupid. She hardly knew him, and here she was fighting to keep her secret hidden. Her eyes narrowed and she concentrated on the tile floor, folding her arms across her chest. Her mother always told her it was rude to do that: to cross her arms. She sad it made her look angry. Namida never liked appearing angry, but she couldn't help it... it was a habit of hers... it was a way to occupy her hands.
“Well, it seems you to are all ready for class. I think however, that I’m going to have to pass on the fun and excitement of another indoctrinating lecture by the neighborhood tight-ass.”
Namida's eyes widened in surprise. The tone Dante was using with the other two boys was hardly polite and she couldn't help but feel the respect she had for him lessen some. She always hated the way people talked to one another. She felt herself growing uncomfortable and she looked between the two boys who wordlessly took their leave. How odd it was that they did that... did they not hear the way Dante talked to them? Did they not care?
“You… you really gonna sit through this?”
Namida looked up at Dante again, her eyes softening a little. She made him nervous... she could tell by the stutter of his voice... his near vulnerable tone... It hurt her a little to see him talking that way and she was tempted to spend her time with him, but she couldn't stop herself, “I'm sick...”
She realized she was using the same excuse as before, but it didn't matter. Her heart fell to her feet, and she turned to walk away. “It was nice to meet you...” this quiet whisper of a statement was directed at Tsuke, who was still in the hallway. It hurt her to leave, but she felt she had to... she always sought solitude whenever it happened.
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Post by Gahrok on Dec 28, 2007 0:58:46 GMT -4
She had jumped at his touch, it made him cringe… this…. this was why he always stood distant with his hands in his pockets. And people told him he needed to warm up? He chuckled inwardly at his own expense, that’s why you don’t listen to self proclaimed social messiahs, dumb-ass. Scratching the back of his neck and forcing a yawn he looked at the ground, only to notice shaking hands in the corner of his eye. Namida? He bit his lip and stopped mid-yawn…. poor girl, did he really affect her so? If he had known he never would’ve…. damnit. Stick to what you do best, he admonished himself, inconspicuously taking up a hallway corner trying your best to look cool. Isn’t that what you do Dante, he questioned himself, isn’t it what you do best? He knew in his heart he’d never be a social butterfly… he had just hoped… that maybe… it was silly, but he had thought that maybe she could understand… understand things.
“I'm sick...” she said weekly.
Dante fumbled for some words of consolation, but she was already walking away. Giving Tsuke a pointed glare as if he had been the source of all of his problems Dante swore viciously and silently under his breath. Maybe… maybe it had been those two that had made her uncomfortable, they had been doing fine last time… till… till those guys showed up at least. Dante barred his teeth at the very thought of them but quickly shook his head, relieving himself presently of the memory. Now was not the time. She was leaving, he told himself, she was leaving and this is going to be how this thing ends. You’re the asshole who made the situation, fix it….
“Yeah, I guess I’d better.” he said under his breath, his nervous mingling with his anxiety all fronted by a gruff and annoyed overtone that did little to mask the shakiness of his voice.
At an awkward half-run-half-walk Dante made a point of catching up with Namida, slowing down his stride to meet hers, stroking his chin thoughtfully and looking at the pictures on the wall beside him with false interest. His heart beating like a drum he turned to her with a crooked half-smile that slowly evaporated as he began to speak: “Uhm…. Is there anything I can do? See I had a friend… with… anxiety once. I always used to stand with him.. outside of class… helped him out, yah know? I mean I dunno if your that kinda sick…” he swallowed roughly but forced himself to keep talking, his pace getting faster and faster despite his constant stuttering and stumbling, “You seemed… a little nervous… and… thing is, I felt like, maybe I could help.” he paused for a second, adding as a quiet afterthought. “Sorry if that seems silly, I wasn’t going to class anyways see so… I guess I figured maybe we could help one another out? Sorta like last time… hopefully a little… er, better”. He said that word venomously, his eyes clouding over in memory.
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Post by Tsuke on Dec 29, 2007 11:32:47 GMT -4
Tsuke could hear the entire conversation between the two, as he felt the slight wind from the other boy entering the classroom. He could faintly here the girl whisper something, but wasn't sure if it was directed towards him, considering his head was rested on his knees. Loud footsteps seemed to lead away from the rendezvous spot, and after a moment of silence, another set of footsteps proceeded down the hall. Tsuke looked up and noticed that everyone had left the hallway and that a few students were entering the classroom. Tsuke pushed himself up and walked through the doorway leading into class.
He looked in the first row and noticed the same figure from before. It was that Takeshi kid. Tsuke figured that they got off to a bad start so he decided to sit next to him. He set his bag of school materials under the desk in front of him and sat down in the chair. He looked over to Takeshi, attempting to start another conversation. "Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I didn't mean to insult you or make you uncomfortable out there or anything like that, it is just the way I am." Tsuke paused for a few seconds before continuing. "I always seem to joke around about other people, to a point where they don't comprehend what I am saying. And it is probably the reason I don't make too many friends." Tsuke glanced at the cieling and daydreamed about his past and most of the unhappy moments flashed before his eyes. He shook his head and continued on saying, "Well, my name is Tsuke Isami. I am a 1st Year student in the Shingami Academy, and I wish to become a Captain in the future. It is nice to meet you." Throughout these last few sentences, Tsuke tried to put on the friendliest smile he could.
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Post by Galihan on Dec 29, 2007 13:18:02 GMT -4
Takeshi lifted his head up off the desk and yawned once more, feeling ready for whatever the prof had planned for the day. Speaking of which the old man was late again as usual, wouldn't surprise him if he took his sweet ol' time going the long way through the academy and stop at every punk kid to give them a piece of his mind on how they should stop being such hooligans and get to class. Takeshi began to doze off again until he noticed someone sit next to him, something he wasn't used to.
He wasn't paying attention to the person until he heard the voice of Tsuke next to him. He didn't catch the entire apology, but he did hear him saying his name, year, and goals for the future. From that alone he felt like he was going to get along better with this guy than he first thought. He turned his head and looked up at the fellow student and grinned.
"Well, I guessed you're a freshman too, or else one of us is in the wrong class." he said in his usual quiet tone, "And I guess I should be apologizing as well. You see I usually don't get half of what anybody says to me so I just make a bad habit of ignoring people sometimes. I'm sorry if I made you feel silly."
He stopped for a moment and thought if he missed anything in his speech. Then it came to him.
"And you're not alone in your dream to become a Captain." he added before reaching out his arm for a handshake, "Name's Takeshi, nice to meet you Tsuke."
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Post by Harmony on Jan 5, 2008 4:43:32 GMT -4
((I'm really sorry for having this take so long guys. I had a severe case of writers block for this thread... still do... but ill try and force something out even if it sucks. Sorry again))
Namida heard footsteps and she looked down, shoving her shaking hands in her pockets. It was Dante... without looking over her shoulder, she knew it was him. Her heart pounded in her chest and she continued to walk away, busily chewing on her bottom lip. She needed to escape. She needed away from him, away from those boys, away from the school... away from all things normal. She didn't belong here among people who could laugh and make friends and do their schoolwork.
He eventually caught up with her and she continued to look at her feet, pretending not to notice him. She didn't like this sheet of cold that surrounded her, but she couldn't help it sometimes... sometimes people were too much for her. As he began to speak her eyes narrowed and her heart split into two.
“Uhm…. Is there anything I can do? See I had a friend… with… anxiety once. I always used to stand with him.. outside of class… helped him out, yah know? I mean I dunno if your that kinda sick…You seemed… a little nervous… and… thing is, I felt like, maybe I could help. Sorry if that seems silly, I wasn’t going to class anyways see so… I guess I figured maybe we could help one another out? Sorta like last time… hopefully a little… er, better”
His words did manage to penetrate the walls surrounding her and she looked up at him dumbly, hardly daring to believe how perceptive he was. It frightened her as much as it pleased her. She was comforted in the understanding that someone saw past her lies, dared to care... but beneath her relief she was terrified of being discovered. No matter what he says... don't believe that he'll be so kind to you if he learns the truth... just.. keep walking, Namida.
She finally shook her head, a wide grin forming on her face, "It's nothing, Dante," she said cheerily, "I'll get better soon." She laughed nervously, twiddling her hair in her fingers. She avoided his gaze, looking past him with her glittering guilty eyes.
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Post by Gahrok on Jan 11, 2008 23:50:58 GMT -4
“I see,”
he muttered frigidly, looking past her with cold eyes. His walls up once more. How could he have even thought that she trusted him, that he could help. With a quivering lip and a burning glare, Dante picked up his pace, his hands shoved forcefully into his pockets. Naïve, that’s what he was. Sighing audibly Dante made no real pretense of having believed a word she had said. It hurt him so greatly that she wouldn’t tell him, he had worked so hard… to be there for her… to open himself so that she could come in, and take shelter. So that he could repay her…. and this… this was his reward. So be it.
The worst was that smile, that smile that he loved seeing… that seemed to crack a hole in the dark skies and let in the sun…. that smile being fake, being corrupted… lying to him… mocking him. How could she do that? Why didn’t she just tell him the truth… that he could do nothing for her, that he was nothing for her. Dante bit his lip as he pulled ahead of her with long strides, why had he told himself that this would be something
“I guess I’ll talk to you when you get over your nothing.”.
Dante walked off with long and deliberate strides, without another glance towards Namida.
(exit)
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Post by Kovath on Mar 30, 2008 0:51:05 GMT -4
(I'm introducing a new character : )
Kovath Lanteri was many things in this world. He was extremely fast, had high amounts of spirit power, and was overly nice, but he wasn't rich. That's how we find him running down the hallway at blazing speeds while carrying a 100 lb. package thinking, "Dang it, Dang it, why did I have to cross that professor, now I'm stuck carrying this stupid box to some other professor just for some lousy ryo." Right after thinking that, he promptly cursed as he realized he skipped the room by 576 rooms. So he began his tiring journey back.
He finally arrived at room 4395 with full speed and with a series of complex footwork, redirected most of the speed and turned. He ran straight throw the door with a resounding, "BOOM!!!". With that, his momentum carried him forward into the room full of students, through the flight of stairs, and then he promptly ran into the wall creating a large dent. All of this in 3 seconds. right afterwards, Kovath peeled himself from the wall and handed the box to the professor and said, "Here is your box Professor Kazaki, that'll be 100 ryo." After accepting the money Kovath turned at the still dumb strucken class and with a smile stated, "Hi, my name is Kovath Lanteri and I'm a first-year student."
(I'm assuming the classroom is the one where Tsuke and Takeshi is and that ryo is the currency. I'm sort of new to rps so I hope this post was satisfactory)
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Post by Galihan on Mar 30, 2008 1:30:25 GMT -4
The dead time before the test was going much longer than Takeshi had expected. The material, having been read over several dozen times by the time the old Kazaki finally made it to the class, was actually pretty basic for this being the advanced class, in fact it seemed almost too easy to seem real.
There was a dead silence in the classroom, which made it all the more suspicious when all you could hear was someone running in the hallway. It sounded fast, like someone who was almost going to be late for whatever a test was going to be handed out in a matter of minutes. The person passed on by, a blur past the doorway.
Someone must be in a hurry, Takeshi thought to himself as people used that racket as a general excuse to begin their own rabble as was one of the many unofficial traditions of classroom. It wasn't very long before the sounds of footsteps were heard again, this time coming back down the hallway and crashed though the doorway and into the wall.
"Hi, my name is Kovath Lanteri and I'm a first-year student!" the young man said with a smile. It seemed like there was the most awkward silence ever immediately following, broken by some girls giggling at the back of the classroom. Takeshi couldn't help but notice that the only other available seat in the hall was the one on the other side of himself.
"...great..." the foreigner shinigami-in-training couldn't help but moan quietly as he had to shift slightly closer towards Tsuke and make room at the end of the row for this new person who would have to sit down next to him. He also couldn't help but wonder what was in the box...
(Your post was pretty good, but I'm sure you'll enjoy watching as the posts get better with experience. As for currency, I thought it was called Kan, or at least that's from the Shattered Blade game for the Wii has called it)
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Post by Kovath on Mar 30, 2008 23:54:30 GMT -4
Kovath looked around thinking, "They still haven't finished?" after realizing that 50% of the class was still trying to finish the test. "Come on! I came in like 15 minutes late and I still finished! It's not like it's that hard!" he thought boringly. He then began noticing his surroundings and saw a rather foreign looking student next to him. After scrutinizing him, he then turned back to his own space and began what he called,"The Fake Pay Attention." He then started by facing forward and crossed his arm, and began..... daydreaming.
After class, he walked up to the foreign student, who was just about to leave, and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around irritably and waited for some response. Kovath smiled cheerfully and said, "Hello, my name's Kovath Lanteri and I just got into the Academy mid-term as an exception. Could you help me around?" Then he scrached his head and stuck his hand out like he was greeting him instead of asking him for help. Kovath then waited for a response.
(Umm.. from what Harmony and Gahrok said, it looks like we're the only 2 left in this post so I assume the turns are just me and you until another academy student joins (Hopefully))
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Post by Galihan on Apr 3, 2008 17:11:43 GMT -4
Takeshi was ready to leave the class and move on to the Kido Pit for some practice, when he suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Startled, he jumped a bit and spun around quickly to find himself looking at the noisy kid who showed up late and made the huge scene halfway through the test.
"Hello, my name's Kovath Lanteri and I just got into the Academy mid-term as an exception. Could you help me around?" He asked, scratching his head and extending his arm in greeting.
He was taken back at first, and felt a bit awkward seeing as today he was meeting all sorts of new people, some that might bloom into a good ol' competitive rivalry, others he'd probably never meet again for one reason or another. He extended his own arm, gripping the new kid's hand, returning an introduction.
"Name's Takeshi, nice to meet you Kovath." He said quietly, releasing the handshake and turning down the hallway towards the training areas. He quickly opened his book and ripped out a simple map of the academy and the important places within; the lecture halls, the dorms, the training areas for swordsmanship and kido.
"I was planning on going to practice some kido," Takeshi said as he handed out the map towards Kovath. "Care to join? Or do you prefer blade?"
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Post by Kovath on Apr 3, 2008 17:31:28 GMT -4
Kovath was relieved, everyone he asked either gave him a cold shoulder, looked at him funny, or if they were a girl, sometimes they'd giggle into their groups and walk away. He heard Takeshi say" "I was planning on going to practice some kido, Care to join? Or do you prefer blade?". He responded, "I don't really care that much, the only things I know would be 2 kido moves, and some basic Zanjutsu," he replied taking out a VERY thick textbook, "I was given this to try and catch up, currently I'm on page 345 out of the 5,434 pages there are. Just curious, when do you get your zanpacktou?" Kovath questioned as he began scanning the map.
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Post by Galihan on Apr 5, 2008 0:39:27 GMT -4
Geez, why didn't they make this guy wait until next year, Takeshi wanted to say but he bit his tongue before he could. It'd be so much less hassle for everyone, but somebody must have faith in this guy.
He caught what Kovath had asked and he stopped to think about it for a moment. Reciting some of the material from what he'd been taught so far, he remembered that most shinigami's Zanpakuto were physical manifestations of their own power and soul, but the weak ones and the new recruits were usually outfitted with a asauchi, a nameless zanpakuto with no sentient spirit and therefore no released form. Seeing as Takeshi himself was never given a cheap knock-off sword like some other students in his grade, that must have meant that the tachi-style blade on his side was in fact his very own zanpakuto and was a part of him, and in time would reveal it's name in order for Takeshi to release a portion of his true power. Now for a way to explain it to this person without making himself sound like a doofus.
He began stuttering something incoherent, and after a few brief pauses and failed attempts at saying what he wanted to say he simply grabbed the lugger of a textbook from Kovath and opened it, and flipped to the first chapter on zanjutsu. He quickly began scanning the pages and after about a half-minute found the information on zanpakuto and asauchi. He pointed out the text to Kovath and returned the textbook to it's owner, without trying to make himself seem stuck up or a jerk but he rarely had much luck with that whenever he tried conversing with his peers.
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Post by Kovath on Apr 6, 2008 9:51:46 GMT -4
Kovath's eyes widened considerably, he read the pages over and over again. "This is implying I...I...already have a zanpacktou." Kovath said turning toward Takeshi. "A physical manifestation of a soul and its power." (I have no idea how they get it so I'm just going to invent a way, or use a cliche one, whichever it appears) "I was told to place my hands on this orb, then force all my spirit power into it." Kovath then pulled out his sword revealing a beautifully embroidered hilt and a black blade. "This is what appeared," Kovath answered gesturing toward the sword.
"Thanks," Kovath answered, "We better start to leave or we're going to be late!" Kovath shouted when he realized the time. He sheathed his sword, grabbed Takeshi's hand and sprinted at lightning fast speed, bumping into a few people, and arrived exactly in time for the Zanjustsu class to the amazement of both students and teachers. "Sorry about us," Kovath said with a smile, gesturing toward the both of them.
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Post by Galihan on Apr 6, 2008 13:14:22 GMT -4
Takeshi was kinda suprised at how this person seemed so alive and full of energy. It was almost frightening how fast Kovath was and that he had practically carried him all the way to the class. He was discombobulated, a bit dizzy, confused and his hair in definite need to be reorganized which he did just with his gloved hand. He had never moved so fast on foot before, his arm and shoulders a bit sore from being pulled and his legs somewhat wobbly. He was also almost out of breath, and after panting for a good minute, and taking a seat by the wall, putting down his own zanpakuto down on the wall next to him. After catching his breath he managed to blurt something out along the lines of,
"Good God! Do you pour coffee in your morning cereal instead of milk or something, how are you able to run like that and not even break a sweat??!"
Not even waiting for an answer, he picked up one of the wooden bokken used for training and got himself in line along the edge of the sparring arena. He sat quietly, resting up for a moment to collect the rest of himself so he'd be ready for any matches he'd be fighting today. The instructor usually for some reason didn't like Takeshi, maybe something to do with his appearance, but whatever the reason was he was sure that he'd have hell today after that entrance with Kovath. Maybe they'd get pitted against each other, but if so Takeshi wasn't sure just how his defense would fare against that guy's speed.
(Please for in the future, if you have any questions about certain stuff in Bleach, please ask ahead of time in a topic in the questions section. Also, could you refrain from god-modding scenarios like you did by suddenly making it time for sword class? I don't care so much personally but if it were someone else I can't guarantee that it'd go over so smoothly. Also you ended your post in 1st-person, which isn't how it's suposed to be done. Again, I could care less but other people could get very nitpicky)
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