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indentNo matter what happened everything always backfired on the god. Everything he did, even if it seemed like a good idea with literally no way of going wrong, went wrong for Kusuriko. Today was no exception for the god of death. In fact, today was probably one of his worse days. From the moment the god had woken up he was miserable. The inside of his head felt like it was trying to claw it's way out, wrapping its talons around his neck and eyes making him blind and his breath escape him. For what felt like an eternity he just sat and stared. His vision slowly coming back around him until he could see clearly. His breath decided to stay just out of reach-causing a raspiness to his breathing that made him overall uncomfortable. Trying to wear a mask was going to be difficult-but scars stained his face. They were exposed. Out for the world to see. For them to judge and criticize him. Tell him that he was ugly. Scary. Or the worst; that he was the grim reaper. The thoughts plagued his mind and caused him to let out raspy breaths to try and calm himself, but ended up making his morning worse. But if he didn't get up and get together in this moment he was going to fall behind. Already. He knew he would fall behind in the classes because of his nature. It was just who Kusuriko was.

indentThe next hour was full of the god scrambling around and getting all of his masks put into his black backpack-not risking putting them in his suitcase in case they get tossed around and lost. He needed his masks on his at any chance he got. It kept him grounded. He needed them. So that was one of the first things he had done-put on a mask. It was a simple mask, just plain and black. He didn't want to go all out and wear something that would catch everyone's attention. So his plague doctor mask was safely tucked away in his suitcase, protected by the various clothing items he had packed. Most of Kusuriko's suitcase was just masks and gloves, but he couldn't go anywhere without them. The black mask and gloves did contrast with the white uniform he had on, but he didn't have time to stop and look for his white accessories.

indentWith the hour Kusuriko had spent sitting and staring at the floor and the hour he spent packing the last minute details, he was already behind. He wasn't surprised when he learned his sibling was already gone. He didn't expect him to wait. The two had drifted apart after Kusu's accident and they never bothered to try and fix it. Between the trauma and the scarring and losing his sibling, it made the god unstable. He felt as if he lost a part of him at that moment. Like his soul was broken and scattered around. But there was hope. That he'd find people or even places, that would carry the broken pieces and glue him back together. Like an object. Home wasn't one of those places. After everything that happened here, he was happy to leave. It harbored too many memories he didn't want to relive. But he did. Every. Damn. Day. Kusu was cursed. [But to be honest, he was the god of death so it was expected]

indentThe trip from the house to the school was quiet. Too quiet. It was nerve wracking. To sit in a car [which he didn't want to be in the first place] and just think about everything that could happen and was going to happen. And the thoughts were cut short as the car came to an abrupt start. He felt his throat instantly dry and his head start to pound again. It was a lot for him to handle. He didn't want to be here. To sit and listen to everyone whisper and talk about him. To remind him that he's the reason everyone in the world is so sad. In despair. Anguish. That he was responsible. He felt like he should be punished for it. Castaway and left alone to his devices. It certainly felt like that most days. He spent hours alone in his room, his only company being the insects he had collected over time, without any interruptions. Not even his family bothered to check on him. They just assumed he was fine. But he wasn't. When was he ever?

indentAs the god exited the car he felt the anxiety start to set and pile up on him. He even felt insecure about the way he was holding his suitcase and backpack. It felt like he was doing everything wrong. And this was only the beginning. Today was going to be a top contender for one of his worst days. Ever. And it was going to start with one misunderstanding.

indentThe room was crowded. Too crowded for Kusu. He could tell that people were watching him. Whispering about him. He could tell it was about one of three things: his mask and gloves, the immense eyebags underneath him [or maybe just his overall sickly god prescence], or the fact that he was one of few that was actually wearing the school uniform. Great start. He was already messing up. The large crowd was around the sheet that held the exam partners-something from the email that made Kusuriko quiver in his shoes. It didn't help that the god was already shakey on his feet with anxious thoughts. So when the god tried to approach the board he felt himself being pushed and shifted around-something that made him want to vomit right then and there, and the feeling only doubled when he felt himself bump into a rather tall individual. He turned to look at the man before he felt himself pale [if he could he was already so pale] at the icy stare locked onto him. The crackle of thunder around him only made realize just how screwed he was. The god did not look happy, but Kusu couldn't understand why. Did people really hate him that much? It only made him went to curl up and leave right this instance. To leave and never come back. The god of death couldn't even do anything but stand and stare at the god, who he assumed was the god of weather from the thunder that occurred once they locked eyes, and make an idiot of himself. He fumbled with his gloves for a moment before casting his gaze away, the sweat starting to build on his forehead from the anxiety this god was causing.

indentHe was screwed. There was no way this god was going to let him go off easy. But for what still puzzled Kusuriko. Was it just pure hatred for the god of death? Was he really that bad? Did he cause enough death in the world that all of the gods hated him? The thoughts started to spiral down, down, and down. Everything was going wrong and it wasn't even the first hour of being at the academy. And deep down he knew he deserved it. Deserved everything that was thrown at him. It was karma for everything he caused. All the pain. Suffering. So he could only stand there and accept it.

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[ mood; pumped up!! ] [ location; arena ] [ tags; open ] [ mentions; crowd ] [wc; 827 ]
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indentSo it probably wasn't smart to stay up nearly all night training and prepping for the day that the familiar would make it to the academy, but, hey, bad decisions could turn into good ones. It also didn't help that the female's sleep schedule was a train wreck from the journey from her home in Russia to the summer estate her family-owned. It was a large and beautiful building that housed a full gym and training area for Stasia to work in. So she was busy for the few days she had to wait until moving to the academy, so she wasn't complaining. She'd be able to sleep easily once she was at the academy and was working out and tiring herself out. Plus by that time it was safe to say her body would have adjusted to the cycle of the sun and moon.

indentThe journey from her summer estate to the academy was a rather long trip, so the time she spent in the luxurious car was time spent sleeping. Or at least trying to. Sleeping in a moving vehicle was never easy for the scythe familiar but she made it work. Plus it helped that she wasn't wearing the disasterous uniform and was in some traditional clothing from her home back in Russia. It was a long, almost cape-like, jacket that was furlined. The intricate design was littered with reds, greens, and blues, and complimented the Russians skin almost flawlessly. It was one of her favorite clothing items she owned and the charm only added as her grandfather had hand-made the whole item. Any chance she would get she'd boast about it. There was no reason why others shouldn't know how powerful she was and be put in their place.

indentOnce the car came to a stop the eyes of the familiar opened and glanced around the rainy building. She had to take a double-take as she still wasn't used to seeing rain instead of snow. Living in the more northern parts of Russia meant snow, snow, and more snow. While it was nice to see rain instead of snow she wasn't about to let the rain ruin her grandfather's precious clothing. So in a quick motion the door opened, Stasia stepped out, and an umbrella was handed to her from the maid. The rain pattering on the umbrella was a reminder to Stasia that this was reality and she was finally here. The grand building before her caused her to let out a large, and rather sly, smirk. She took the handle of her, rather large, suitcase and started to head towards the building. The click of her boots echoing around her giving her a sense of power. A quick flick of the door [possibly a little too forcibly as she was used to heavy oak doors instead of sleek and thin doors] and she was inside the building. Right away her yellow eyes locked onto a crowd forming around what she assumed was the sheet that held the pairs for the exam. The exam Ana was looking forward to, maybe a little too much. She couldn't want to see how the gods handled her Scythe and used her. She wanted to feel powerful, wanted them to feel powerful. Like they were holding something that was stronger and more prized than they were.

indentThe Russian made her way through the crowd, some moving out of her way which honestly was only an ego boost to her, to the sheet. Her eyes scanned the sheet until her eyes locked onto her partner. Seiji. The god of the weather. So that most likely explained the rain. Was her partner already regretting his decision to come here? She'd change that. Once he saw her and got his hands on the familiar he'd understand just how powerful she was. How powerful she could make him. He would be thankful for her. And if not, well, she'd teach him a lesson. He had to show her off, after all, show everyone that she was as strong as any god. And it seemed that her partner was only growing more restless and angry. The vibration of thunder throughout the building was enough to cause the Russian to stop in her tracks and move to see what exactly was going on. Her eyes locked on two men-a large redhead and a darker haired individual. It seemed like something was stirred between the two but it only caused the female to scoff. "Глупые студенты." She muttered under her breath before she used the time to stop and study the two. The god of the weather, Seiji, definitely seemed stronger and more prepared for this fight than the other male. He had this aura to him that was rather intoxicating to Ana. He reeked with power but yet something was holding him back. She let out another scoff before crossing her arms as she awaited the next action. This would be good.

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𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢,
hisao / god of life / academy / 1122 / god of weather, god of death, cat

his death

The day begins as it usually does. A sun barely rising and a chirping bird or two - signs of life, of continuation. The rustle of a tree or the passing of a stream - things that are, in any sort of form, apart of his domain. Music being created in one form, a new musical phenomena, an academy-winning piece of cinema, a museum worthy piece of art - new life, births, awakenings, losses. Always in his domain, always changing the balance, always being rebalanced when he feels other things leave. A name, forgotten - a death, a usurping, something as simple as a show cancellation. Something being made and something being taken.

Something being made and too many things being taken. An explosion being created, dying, taking more with it. The music a man feels when he looks to the sky and sees the drop, when the vibrations are felt for a mere second before snuffing everything out. The art a person can make from something tragic, the tragedy in something that someone else can find beautiful.

Corrupt images, thoughts, songs, ideas. Birth of ideologies, of movements, of change. Of keeping equilibrium, of waking to a sudden skew in the numbers. Bleary eyes that barely remain open after sleepless nights, after surveying changes in statistics, of making sure the equality is kept between everything, of equal exchanges. Making sure that what he allows to be taken is oven back to him. Monitoring changes that seem unnatural, of finding their cause and finding a new error- something burning deep inside that causes his jaw to clench, blunt nails digging into the flesh of his palms.

Knowing that free-will is only as true as position allows. Determined by the upheld status, predetermined not by worth but by lineage - by an age-old, inferior system. Ruled by impervious Gods and Goddesses too vain to care, flummoxed by the very idea that an establishment of their own could be corrupted by something as simple as bias, superiority.

It always begins the same, with the birds chirping and new life becoming equal and taking the vacancies for their short duration of living.

A weary gaze watches beyond the window, not truly paying attention to anything visible. Numbers aren’t quantifiable, not visible, not understandable - balance just is. It has to be. And when the balance isn’t correct, when it has become filled with error-

He can feel the loss of something constantly, always at the back of his mind, just as the birth of something is - every second of every day. He can feel the system that was built into his purpose assigning the numbers again, every second of every day. Sleepless eyes slide off the scenery outside to despondently glance around the room, temporary though he can vaguely remember a point of creation, a breath softly passing his lips, frown settled on his face.

Moving was constant, necessary. The shift of his body as he stands from his perch, nerves alight, alive, muscles shifting. Life thrumming through a body that contains all too much, so much that if he thought about it for too long a period of time it would drive him mad, his own life in his own veins. There’s a catchy song, he thinks, that he doesn’t much care for.

The flooring no longer carries any true life - just remnants of it, lingering from the people who took notice of it, from the past it carried before it was a floor. He finds himself inspecting the flooring, lost in thoughts for a mere moment before he looks up to see the figure of a rotund cat in the doorway, watching him with a rather odd expression. It meows and he briefly smiles, watching as the cat looks on for a moment longer before continuing on its way.

He spends little time in collecting his things and leaving, having already spent far too much time through the night and into the morning to waste any more. As he’s leaving, his eyes catch on a familiar doorway, face shuttering as he looks away and spares no more time for useless thoughts. Hisao feels the loss of something, but not like the constants he’s used to feeling. How unwanted.

When he arrives, the first thing he does is barge straight into the principal’s office to protest the entire thing. This whole gimmicky set-up, the standards that they seem to find amusing, the pairing, the very nature of the institution they’re established on. And, remarkably, exactly one thing happens. It takes short time to have reduced Hisao into storming out of the office, still forced into the very same situation he was in prior to entering. Well, save for a little more irritation than before.

Getting down to the ridiculous notice board does not improve his mood. When people move to give him leeway, he thoroughly ignores them, not even considering where he’s going for the most part, vaguely walking in the correct direction. His gaze remains glaring at the ground for only a while longer before he stops, looking up at the small crowd that always seems to gather by boards for some reason.

And the weather change would be hard to not notice, since the God of Weather seemed all too thrilled to make a scene at the board of all places. Like some child throwing a temper tantrum, and something akin to disgust is felt as he ignores the growing crowd to make his way even closer to the board. It isn’t hard to see the two of them, and he doesn’t have time to school his expression before he’s looking skyward, praying to absolutely no one that he didn’t make a mess on the first day of all times.

With a sigh, Hisao turns to face the God of Weather, some sickly looking redhead kid, and Kusu, who he barely takes a moment to glance at. “Would you quit?” He begins, gaze unamused, tired. Despite the height difference, (and, really, why was he so tall? Unnecessary.) Hisao is undaunted. “You’re making a scene over nothing. And in the way of the board. Don’t start a fight over something so... unnecessary. It’s meaningless.”

He looks away steadily, once more returning to looking at the stupid board. “If you’re going to do something, at least make it something worth anyone’s time, not some petty little fight because he nudged you. Control yourself.” And, as though nothing had occurred in the slightest, he looked through the names, found his own and the name of his partner, and forgot the other two even existed.

Murasaki, huh. Rekka? If that name held any importance to him, he couldn’t recall it at the moment. Oh well.

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xxxxxxxrole.. (. the god of war .) ........ tagged.. (. hisao .) ........ mentioned.. (. seiji, kusu .) ........ wc.. (. 2212 .)



xxxxxxxstatus update: everything sucked.

xxxxxxxand his dad was a hypocrite.

xxxxxxxso, really, it was business as usual.

xxxxxxxkaichi had always expected to be given a familiar at random, considering how little respect his father held for them. he'd never seemed to care about 'compatibility' before, and his philosophy was reflected in the fact that he'd gone through several familiars throughout his reign. to him, they were mere tools━tools that wore down over time. they broke, as tools do, and were thus replaced. no reason to get sentimental about it.

xxxxxxx...right.

xxxxxxxin any case, for that same god to turn around and forcibly ship kaichi off to kami academy, of all places, seemed rather absurd. it felt like an awful lot of effort to go through to get paired with a 'mere tool.' still, kaichi supposed he should be grateful for the temporary reprieve, if nothing else. he hadn't actually spent much time with his father recently, but his influence and presence lingered regardless, staining the little time kaichi had left back at home. all at once, the day to leave had arrived, and he was both more than ready and not at all.

xxxxxxxready to leave, yes. ready to step out of a place built within his father's shadow, ready to go somewhere new, somewhere free. a place where he wouldn't be expected to line his feet up perfectly with the footsteps of those who'd come before him, but instead a place where he'd be presented with a blank canvas and finally be able to carve out a path of his own. the burning, watchful gaze of his father wouldn't be able to reach him here, and that, at least, was one aspect that didn't leave a cold pit of dread curling in his stomach.

xxxxxxxready to find a familiar? not so much. kaichi didn't lack so much self-awareness as to think that he was an easy sort to get along with, and whether his father believed in compatibility or not, the reality was that students at kami academy were, in fact, paired based on that. kaichi would be lying if he said he was certain he'd meet his match. what kind of familiar would be a match for someone like him, anyway?

xxxxxxxhis father would likely want him to come home with someone obedient, preferably from a renowned, traditional family with a long history of churning out strong and impeccable familiars with unquestionable honor. kaichi didn't think he'd hate that, but at the same time, the thought of a silent, obliging familiar following him around for the rest of his days left somewhat of a bitter taste on the back of his tongue. familiars like that felt... lifeless. in a way, kaichi suspected they probably were. so many had their personalities trained out of them; they were told that repressing themselves would allow them to better serve their gods. the whole concept left kaichi rather... uncomfortable.

xxxxxxxwell, he did know a thing or two about repression, after all.

xxxxxxx'the explosively angry guy represses his emotions? whatever do you mean?' funny that, right? turns out anger was fine to show. it was simple, really: war was angry. whether it was the justified rage of a destitute people building a revolution, or the petty wrath of a greedy ruler denied more land and jewels, war and fury often went hand-in-hand. so often that, of course, such emotions were always encouraged in kaichi. they were, hm, befitting of a god of war.

xxxxxxxsorrow? no. don't grieve that which you've lost; rally against those who took it away. fear? certainly not. they must not be given the illusion of having the upper hand. joy, even? best avoid it, too. if they see what it is that makes you happy, they will know to destroy it.

xxxxxxxon one hand, kaichi was glad this was the path his father had chosen for him. this way, he at least still had one emotion to vent through. it could've been worse; he could've been whipped into a blindly loyal and unquestioning soldier, forbidden from showing any emotion. but no, his father had wanted a rebel from the start. well, he'd sure as hell gotten one. too much of one, maybe. why else would he want to send kaichi away? it was funny, really. perhaps the saying "be careful what you wish for" carried some weight, after all.

xxxxxxxkaichi could take some pride in that: being too much of what his father wanted.

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xxxxxxxa light pattering against his window pulled him from the deep recesses of his mind, and kaichi's gaze locked onto a drop of water as it rolled down the glass. oh. fantastic.

xxxxxxxstatus update: everything sucked and now it was raining.

xxxxxxxkaichi hooked a thumb under his headband and tugged it down to cover his eyes, not really tired but certainly not excited, either. it was an odd stalemate to be at. he wouldn't have much longer to dwell on it, though; no sooner had he pulled the fabric down than his car was rolling to a stop. kaichi pushed his headband back up and glanced out the window again. sure enough, the academy loomed just beyond the glass.

xxxxxxxhe and his driver didn't exchange a single word as kaichi opened the door and stepped out of the sleek, black vehicle. the latter started to follow suit, presumably to fetch kaichi's bag from the trunk, but kaichi held up a hand and shifted around to the back of the car himself. he didn't want to stand idly any longer than he had to, and waiting for his driver to finish a stilted goodbye would make his time spent by the curb stretch on for a while. when the trunk popped open a second later, kaichi hauled a single large duffel bag out of the center and flung it haphazardly over his shoulder. he closed the trunk without ceremony, giving it two extra pats in a halfhearted farewell, and turned to face the academy.

xxxxxxxthe sea of black and white uniforms that greeted him reminded kaichi of all the parts he was dreading about this experience. his eyes fell on a small cluster of students decked out in black, and he wondered in the back of his head if any of them would be the one to end up by his side.

xxxxxxxlooking at kaichi, one wouldn't immediately be able to tell whether he was a god or a familiar, as he'd foregone the "required" uniform that exposed his rank for the time being. his dad hadn't gone that far. if he'd tried to force kaichi into a uniform, it would've been another instance of his hypocrisy, seeing as he'd never cared much for formalities and appearances like that in the past. thankfully, kaichi had been able to escape the responsibility for now. as he surveyed the students ahead of him, he caught a few flashes of color that suggested he wasn't the only one to do so. good; maybe at least a few other people here would have a spine, then.

xxxxxxxthunder rumbled overhead, urging kaichi to move. he didn't mind getting wet, but if the rain totally soaked these clothes, he might have to change into that awful uniform sooner, and that just wouldn't do. plus, if there was one thing he'd be able to feel even remotely excited about, it was the entrance exam, and that was the first item on the agenda. getting to fight right out of the gate? sign him up. he was here for it. kaichi would be more than happy to show off his combat abilities so the other students would get a clue about what they were dealing with when it came to him.

xxxxxxxas kaichi neared the arena, though, his mood soured once again. groups of students were pushing against each other to get a glimpse of lists pinned to the walls. oh, right. with each step, kaichi's heart drifted a little further down. right... we're already paired up for this part. it wasn't like he was going to be able to waltz in there and scoop up any weapon of his choosing. this wouldn't be like the training he was used to. he was already going to be given a familiar, a partner with whom he'd probably have to communicate to be successful.

xxxxxxxnah, give yourself a little credit. you could probably get by without communicating. i mean, it's worked so far.

xxxxxxxstill, though. there'd be a living, breathing familiar in his hands, not an inanimate weapon like the ones he'd been taught to wield. even knowing it wasn't intended to be a permanent pairing, all of kaichi's apprehension came flooding back to him all at once. would they know of him? of his father? would they hate one or the other, or perhaps both? kaichi cared little for others' opinions of him━at least, he told himself as much━but it would be inconvenient if his first partner had a preexisting belief about him. or, worse, if they had a preexisting belief about his father. kaichi inherited those more frequently than he cared to talk about.

xxxxxxxthere was no time to simmer in his anger about that now, however. it was time to focus. he'd find his partner, and he'd ace this exam, or die trying. and honestly, that might be preferable, given the godawful party that he was supposed to attend later, on top of everything else━

xxxxxxx━thunder, again, yanked him from his musings, only this time it was less of a distant rumble and more of a furious clap, causing a few students in kaichi's vicinity to jump in surprise. kaichi's gaze flickered upwards, and a curious, light smirk tugged at his lips. interesting. was a little rogue god of weather feeling a bit antsy, perhaps? bringing the whole campus down with a gloomy storm seemed to be a touch on the dramatic side, but hey, kaichi couldn't exactly talk in that regard.

xxxxxxxconcerned murmurings to his right caught his attention, and kaichi looked over to spot two god students squaring up against each other. well, sort of. upon closer inspection, it looked more like one━a towering individual with bright orange hair━was preparing to kill the other.

xxxxxxxkaichi narrowed his eyes.

xxxxxxxfights were fun━especially when they didn't involve him━but this didn't exactly look like a fight. the other god━a tall but thinner guy with dark hair, a mask, and gloves━looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he'd found himself. the rage was entirely one-sided, stemming from who kaichi had to assume was a god of weather or storms. had the other god even done anything wrong?

xxxxxxxyou know, a voice in his head pointed out, some of your 'fights' probably look like that, too.

xxxxxxxwow, thanks, conscience, he shot back. didn't ask for your input, but thanks. i don't care.

xxxxxxxkaichi moved to get somewhat closer to the duo in question. he didn't make a beeline for them, instead taking an arching path to get a slightly better line of sight without looking like he was overly invested in the outcome. he shouldered past someone and came to a stop several feet away from the pair.

xxxxxxxeven if it was one-sided, he wasn't about to intervene or do anything crazy like that. kaichi wasn't the type to get involved in the affairs of others━of strangers, anyway. he was just curious. plus, maybe he'd get a glimpse of how some of the other gods fought, if it truly escalated that much. that could prove to be useful information.

xxxxxxx...ah, well. if, indeed. evidently, not everyone was as keen on keeping to the sidelines. kaichi scoffed as a disgustingly familiar blond head of hair flashed next to the two quarreling gods. as soon as hisao began to speak, kaichi rolled his eyes. did he know how to talk normally? or did he really have to put everything through a pretentious filter first?

xxxxxxxkaichi's own desire to stay out of the altercation evaporated in an instant. words━something between maybe mind your own business? and shut up shut up shut up━hovered on the tip of his tongue. man, and to think, his day wasn't going that poorly before. too bad he let himself live, for just a moment, in a beautiful world where this idiot didn't exist.

xxxxxxxreality was so often disappointing.

xxxxxxxkaichi pushed forward, unceremoniously shoving another individual out of his way as his glare zeroed in on hisao, the original two gods responsible for the problem forgotten in the (quickly vanishing) calm corner of his mind. he caught up with the god of life as he was making his departure from the list of pairs, because━as hisao so frequently loved to do━he'd said his piece and apparently planned on slipping away without dealing with any of the fallout. typical.

xxxxxxx"it's been, what? five minutes?" kaichi snapped, his prowl reaching a stop a few feet away from hisao. "we just got here and you're already weaseling your way into something that has nothing to do with you? really?" never mind the fact that kaichi was now doing the very same thing. "think you could at least try to keep the self-righteous crap to a minimum for, like, i don't know, a day or something?"

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Kairan awoke to the sound of wheels rumbling atop the dark asphalt road. It had only felt like minutes since he had boarded the bus bound for school, when in reality it must've been long, seeing as the school was coming into view. While most gods opted to be driven to school by their own personal driver, Kairan always chose the bus. It was just so strange; how could something much larger than a car fit in the same space? Sure, it is wider than a car, but not by that much. Does that mean you could stand up in your car if you had the proper space? If so, then why weren't cars made like that? Upgrades people, upgrades.

The young god was broken from his thoughts as the bus slowed to a halt, letting out a exhale as it's doors opened. He lugged his small suitcase out of the vehicle and watched as it drove off; still contemplating his earlier dilemma. With a small grin, Kairan began his short walk to school.

Right as Kairan walked on to campus, the sound of thunder rumbled from somewhere nearby. To the god of chaos, it just served as a reminder that he'd at least know one person here. With his suitcase rolling behind him, Kairan began his walk to the arena; where he'd see his temporary partner and classmates. The sea of white and black uniforms was strangely pleasing to the eye, it a sort of organized way. Although not one to believe gods are superior to familiars, it was nice to be able to easily tell which was which. There were a few stragglers who simply wore normal clothes, himself included, which also added a nice little mystery to things.

Being completely honest, hardly anyone really realizes Kairan is a god. He holds himself no higher than normal people, and now that he isn't in uniform, there was no telling what people would assume. Some guessed that he was a familiar, others even accusing him of being a mortal with just a strange appearance, and the rare few who were right. What makes things stranger, is that Kairan doesn't quite seem like a familiar, which is what really just bamboozles people. However, once he says he's a god, everything just kinda makes sense and people wonder how they hadn't realized on first glance.

As he entered the somewhat crowded arena, Kairan noticed that there were significantly more people crowding a board then anywhere else, so the young god assumed that's where he'd figure out who his familiar was. Squeezing his way to the front of the crowd, the boy scanned the list for his name. Finally spotting it he looked closer; Suzuki, Kazue. Now he knew who to look for.

Another loud clap of thunder brought Kairan's attention to where two tall men stood; one being his cousin, Seiji, and the other being a rather gloomy looking fellow. Poor guy didn't even seem to be looking for a fight. It was no surprise that Kairan didn't seem to recognize the man; despite being a god himself, he never got the opportunity to meet the majority of them. Maneuvering to get a better view, Kairan wondered if he should step in. That was, until, a short guy with light hair shouted something at the pair before moving on. Good on him, I guess.

Deciding it was best to let the two handle it themselves, Kairan opted to stand off to the side so that others could get a chance to read the list.

[`kosmic]

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xxxxLeaving the comfort of the estate was well... sort of intimidating to say the least. Don't get her wrong, Lady Dominika had travelled outside her home several times before but never longer than a day or two. However, just as the generations before her, it was now Dominika Hamasaki's turn to attend the infamous Kami Academy which was literally just an academy for the offspring of both God's and familiars. It was interesting, really, but she supposed it was society's way of bringing God x familiar bonds together faster in a way. There was a part of her that was excited for the new step in her life, to experience and see things outside the luxuriant life that made up her parent's estate. However, it was also all she really knew so she was dreading this very moment of departing with it. Whether she liked it or not, this was the path that was etched out for her from the moment she was brought into this strange world━━ as a familiar she was born for this, as her parents always reminded her. Over time, Domi has grown to have a love-hate relationship with the whole idea of being another weapon at the hands of some God, some having very little regard of the delicate human life they held in their fingers. While the Demi-humans, or rather the familiars, lived off their respected God's life force; they were still human beings and should be treated as much. Now, she wasn't saying that all Gods were savages like so but it was definitely enough to waiver her view on the whole thing. Still, she knew she had a reputation to up hold as the daughter of the Yumi familiar, her father. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint the two people in the this world she cared about the most and raised her to be the best version of herself.

xxxxKneeling at the edge of the walkway at the pond, the black-haired individual stared at her reflection in the mostly-clear water. Bright, amethyst eyes stared back at her as cherry blossoms soared overhead, the small breeze causing black locks of hair to sway slightly. With one arm tucked between her knees and chest, the other reached out toward the water until her index finger touched the surface with the lightest of touches. Just like that, her reflection was distorted as the large koi fish she had poked at whipped its tail around, splashing water as well. "Lady Dominika," a familiar voice spoke from behind, the girl finally standing up and turning to face both her maid and her mother who was dressed in a traditional kimono as she always was. Immediately eyes lit up as a smile crossed Domi's lips, the familiar walking into her mother's arms as they exchanged their final hug; well, for awhile anyways. Now being held at arms length from her spitting image, blue eyes scanned over her. "My beautiful flower... I know you'll make your father proud," the older woman spoke, her voice and the look in her eyes soft as she did. "I'll try, momma," Domi replied, her voice soft as well but not as soft since goodbyes weren't her favorite. Dominika had spent her entire life here after all, it was gonna be hard adjusting at Kami Academy but she was determined to do the best she could; if not for her, for her parents at least. The goodbye was bittersweet, Domi even found herself feeling a sting at the corner of her eyes as she walked away from her mother and down the pathway to the front gate. There, a black vehicle was waiting to transport her to her new life. The familiar took one final glance over her shoulder, one final look at the place she spent eighteen years of life, before sliding into the backseat.

xxxxThe car ride from the Hamasaki estate to Kami Academy wasn't painfully long, though it was long enough for Dominika to get buried in her overwhelming thoughts and by the time she actually arrived she was almost completely crushed by them. The sudden jolt of the car coming to a stop was luckily enough to snap the girl from her thoughts, blinking her eyes several times. "Oh, I'm here," she found herself murmuring to herself, mouth running dry all of sudden. Without another thought, the door was opened, Domi having to take that moment to force down her nerves and hold her head up high from that moment forward. She couldn't sit back and let her thoughts eat away at her anymore. This was it. However, instead of it being sunny and bright, rain clouds filled the sky and droplets came down. Luckily, she had been offered an umbrella as soon as she had stepped out. Eyes ran over the academy in awe── this place was huge, and so pretty. Of course she had visited the campus before but it still amazed her every single time and it probably always will. After saying her thanks to the chauffeur, Dominika began to make her to way toward the arena which she had been told to report to in an email. Apparently, on the first day, every student would be participating in an exam with random pairings. So, that should be fun... not. The woman noticed that as eras passed, the use of a bow and arrow just wasn't as common anymore, therefore it was harder to actually come across a God that was able to wield one properly. She doubted this would be any different. Dominika didn't have to be told twice that finding a God that she'd be "compatible" with wasn't going to be easy, she had a long road ahead of her.

xxxxFinding the location, the black-haired girl stepped inside, already surrounded by a sea of students and she found herself scrunching her nose up in slight irritation. Too many people. The first thing she noticed was the fact that most students weren't even wearing uniforms, which she was a bit surprised by. Unlike the majority, Dominika herself had dressed herself up in the black uniform; the hem of the skirt brushing against her upper thighs and jacket ironed out, the uniform fit her body shape pretty well actually. The only thing she changed was the shoes, wearing a pair of black stilettos instead. Ash-black hair fell across her shoulders and her back in waves, bangs brushing just shy of her amethyst eyes. Having abandoned the umbrella at the door, the familiar now made her way toward the board that would show her partner for the exam── and her luck, she really didn't need to push her way there, most students actually stepped out of her way themselves. Already, the whispers started: "She's a familiar? How sad." "What family is she from?" and she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying anything. 'This is the first day, Dom, calm down' she had to remind herself. Despite what others may think, she was not ashamed of being a familiar... she knew what she was capable of.

xxxxA soft sigh slipped past glossed lips, stopping at the board and letting the tip of her nail run down the list until she found her name. "Hamasaki, Dominika ── God of Death: Endo, Kusuriko". Huh, interesting, she didn't seem to be complaining though. Stepping away to let others find their names, she was already failing to put a face to the name. While Domi has met her fair share of both young Gods and other familiars, she has not met the God of Death. Probably because her parents would be totally against him. "Hmm... Kusuriko... Kusu-" but the woman was suddenly cut off by a sudden clap of thunder over the arena, even causing Dominika's small body to jolt in both fear and surprise. With that, it sounded like the arena of students also began to become silent, attention turned toward the tall male who was most definitely the source of the thunder. So, he must be the God of Weather. Why did he seem so... angry though? A slight frown now crossed Domi's lips, eyes flickering toward the other male who was the target of the God's anger; she didn't recognize him either. the yumi familiar now began to wonder if these two would really be causing such a scene on the first day of school. There was another male, a blonde one, who made some comments on the situation but not much before he walked away. There was also a brown haired boy who wanted to add fuel to the fire it seemed; are these guys all Gods? It sure felt like it.

xxxxUsing thin fingers, the young familiar tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, turning away from the conflict. She decided she didn't want to see what would happen next── it just looked like a bunch of Gods trying to prove who's best on the first day.

[Quetzaloe]

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Sun Goddess | Location: Arena | Tag(s) - Alkmini,
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Hopping out of the car, Aelia ran out full of actual genuine excitement. Which quickly turned to anger when she noticed the weather. Storm!? Really!? Unacceptable, she'd been having a word with whoever was responsible. This was something she'd been looking forward to! How dare the sun not be shining!

Irritated now, she stomped her way over to the arena, fully not paying attention to her twin as she huffed to the board. The familiar didn't really matter, so long as they didn't mess up. If they made her look bad, heads would be rolling. What mattered, what made her blood boil was when she noted the little "God of the Sun" next to her name.

God?! God?!

She really was about to stomp right on up to that idiot headmaster when she realized.... Alkmini was described as "God of the Moon." Oh? Oooooohhhhh. Ok. It was just everyone then.

That's right, she assured herself. The school knew she was a girl. She was living in the proper dorms, had received the proper uniform. They weren't disrespecting her. They had used her name, even!

Mollified, she began taking note of her surroundings. Familiars and gods alike milled around the area, all giving her a wide berth. Whatever. They didn't really matter, they weren't the ones in her class or dorm.

Or Alkmini's dorm. Which really. What was 'Mini's was Aelias, and what was Aelia's was Aelia's. Well. Maybe some things she'd share with Alkmini. Maybe.

A group was starting to gather of boys getting into a fight. With a laugh, she watched from a distance. Well. Now the weather made sense. She thought she could pin some of the boys. Clearly the one about to get whooped was the God of Death. Could that mask belong to anyone else?! How tacky! "Boys... they're really such animals, aren't they."

[daifuku]

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spacerA rhythmic marimba solo shocked Kasumi out of her sleep, and moving purely out of habit, she sat up and slammed the off button on her alarm. Rubbing her eyes to shake off the lingering drowsiness, she threw off her blankets and began her day. While she moved with absent-mindedness, her body controlled through muscle-memory and routine, her mind was active, dwelling on the fact that today was going to be her first day at the acclaimed Kami Academy, where her parents, her parent's parents and so on had all attended in their youth. She was neither excited, nor apprehensive. More just accepting. After all, my duty as a familiar is to assist the gods, which I should be honored to uphold the tradition of the centuries, and yada blah blah... Echoing around her skull was her family's repeated monologue. As much as she hated to admit it though, her dependence on the gods as a familiar was still a reality. I just hope I don't end up with a god I absolutely hate, she thought to herself on her way downstairs, tote bag in one hand and suitcase in the other. Perhaps it should have been the alternative though─ the gods hoping she didn't hate them, since she wouldn't hesitate to give them a piece of her mind.

spacerShe cast a glance around the main living room, with its lovely greenery, the familiar worn cushions and intricate tapestry in the corner. The moment of nostalgia and rememberance was broken by none other than Kasumi's own snort. It wasn't the first time she had left home for a while, and she'd be back sooner or later. Why waste her time missing it?

spacerSpeaking of wasting time, the handy wall clock reminded her that she was nearing her scheduled departure time. She hastily scribbled a goodbye note to her father, making sure to remind him to water her beloved plants. Wherever he was, Kasumi was sure he wouldn't want to see her off in person anyways. They had never been one to show emotions around each other, and his absence would keep it that way. It was at least better than a stiff and awkward farewell, and deep down, the two knew they'd miss each other at least somewhat. Her lips turned downwards in the slightest of frowns, knowing that she'd be leaving her father to live practically on his own. I'll write to him or something, she resolved, with the reluctance of a prideful child in the wrong. Embracing that sentiment, she kicked a rock into the nearby koi pond in an infantile manner. Giving her thoughts a nice solid kick as well, she made her way out the door, past the garden, and out the ebony front gate. Her last glimpse of her somewhat quaint home was through a car window, the white walls and mahogany-red beams dulled by the gray tint. She clutched her bag to her chest, popped in a pair of earbuds, leaned back in her seat, and scrolled through her email to remind herself of where to go once she got to the school.

spacerA good hour or two passed with Kasumi switching between sleeping and staring out the window. Along with trying to stuff down her nausea, courtesy of the stuffy air and leather seat smell. To make matters worse, it had started raining, so she couldn't even open the windows for fresh air. Finally, the vehicle came to a sharp stop and she lurched forward, causing her seatbelt to dig into her body. Muttering a begrudging thanks, she quickly exited, got her stuff and stalked away from the car.

spacerThe academy was as huge and grand as all the photos. She marvelled at it for maybe about two seconds. It was too aggressively flashy for her taste, but she supposed it had some charm to it. The uniform she wore wasn't terrible either, with plain black and white as its colours. She smoothed out her skirt and adjusted her tie before moving on. Head down, staring at the instructions on her email, her feet led her to the ever-growing group of people around the arena bulletin board. Apparently, there was to be compatability exams to begin the year. Whether that was a good thing, or a bad thing, she didn't know yet. In the end it all really depended on her partner, since as a familiar she had little power by herself. If the god she was paired with messed up, it might reflect badly on her too, and she would not be happy. Shoving her way to the front, just the teensiest bit aggressively, she raised herself up on her tippy-toes to read what was posted. Before anything else, her eyes were drawn to her name and the one beside it: 'Matsuda Kaichi, god of war.' Tight, she mused with mild satisfaction. A god of war should be able to fight somewhat decently... at least they better. She tried to linger to read the rest of paper, but the amount of students towering over her became rapidly uncomfortable. She let out an angry huff as she weaseled her way out and collected her belongings.

spacerThunder sounded, causing Kasumi's head to snap to the commotion from two students gearing up for a fight. Obviously, one had to be the god of weather. Clicking her tongue in mild annoyance, she settled for sitting on her suitcase and watched from afar with an amused smirk. Although the altercation was probably a just a little unnecessary and dramatic, it did provide quite the show for her first day at school. It's not like she had anything else to be doing other than waiting. Maybe she could have gone around and talked to some people, but that wasn't really her style. As long as she wasn't caught in the crossfire, she'd be totally down watch the two duke it out. More students, probably gods, entered the fray to add their two cents, leaving the familiar to silently snicker by herself in the corner, ways away from the suffocating crowd.

[honeycomb `]

────────（ 𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈 ！！ ）

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: arena ／／ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: kusu <3 [im sorry] ／／ 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: hisao, kaichi ／／ 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 932
indentit was clear that he had already began to make a scene and it was drawing the attention of not only his own classmates, but the rest of kami academy’s first years who had gathered at the arena. even so, seiji could feel the rage boiling inside him. he was vaguely aware that this was not the pale dark-haired man’s fault, but realistically seiji knew he would not be able to reason with himself once he went black and as no longer his introverted self.

indentdamn, is this really how you wanted to start your day. ballsy if you ask me.

indentby now the other students had started to gather around the two men. everyone seemed to be maintaining distance from both of them incase this escalated to something more than just seiji screaming in the guy’s face. the god of weather’s gaze zeroed in on the shorter male. he almost seemed petrified, if not completely terrified of seiji; who wouldn’t be? not only was he insanely tall for his age, seiji had a cruel demeanor and sinister aura that he put out once he had gone dark. there had been times as a child when he was able to get ahold of it and calm himself down before he did anything irrational, but as he aged that seemed even harder to do. he had never wanted to be the kind of guy to lash out at others for no reason, genetically however, he was wired to act a certain way. just like a dog who was bred to be aggressive because his parent were aggressive that was who is was now. It meant that seiji had no control over himself even when he wanted too.

indentstaring down at the man who had just shove him his frustration only grew, meaning that the situation was about to escalate to the point of no return. maybe with some luck he could get expelled and just run away, somewhere far, where his controlling parents would not be able to reach him. before being able to finish his thought process, the weather god’s mind went blank, and his eyes formed a grey haze over them; almost identical to the clouds which were forming overhead. he could vaguely make out someone speaking to him but was not able to focus in on who it was, which meant that it was not important enough to acknowledge. extending his arm to mean the pale man’s shoulder, seiji inhaled slowly, almost like he was completely relaxed and void of all frustration. that moment did not last long, within seconds he had thrust all of his strength into his left arm, slamming his opponent into the announcement board behind him. cracking under the pressure of the two men, the board fell to the ground in pieces, leaving a human shaped imprint on the stone wall behind it.

indenthis breathing was heavily and unsteady, almost like he had run a marathon moment before. truly, he had put most of his strength into slamming the other man into the wall that now his arm fell limp at this side, but he never lost contact with the guy’s eyes. seiji’s eyes narrowed as he leaned into the wall, using his right hand to keep him from falling into the other god. narrowing his eyes, the god of weather’s hand started to form a fist inches from the other god’s left temple. unknowingly, he was fighting back the urge to begin to pummel this guy into nothing but dust. muttering under his breath, he managed to make to words from what seemed to be just gibberish, “hit me”.

indenta chorus of gasps from the crowd finally helped him snap out of his enraged trance, only to find that he was pressing another man against the wall, faces inches from each other, and his right fist even closer. his eyes grew wider, almost matching the eyes from the god he had slammed into the wall. frightened, was the only feeling he could make out. it had been years since he had snapped like that, last time putting someone in the hospital. the only thing that had stopped him this time was the other god’s eyes. they were so expressive, full of both terror and worry which began to agitate seiji again. he could not figure out if the man were taking pity on him, which if he were, would only make seiji angrier. every bone in his body screamed for him to move, to run away; but he could not bring himself to move an inch. it was like his whole world would collapse if he tried to move away from his victim, but at the same time he wanted to get as far away as he could from everybody.

indentyou are a damned fool! do you realize what you have just done. if this is not going to bring you bat crazy mother out here-

indent“SHUT UP!” his voice echoed like the thunder which was crackling overhead. “just shut up,” he said, almost pleading more than anything. somehow, he began to manage to get himself to move away from the other god. all eyes were on him. whispers from the crowd only made the voices worse, almost like they were cheering them on. without wasting another moment, he began to push through the crowd, accidently shoving another man out of the way who was yelling at another god. it did not even cross seiji’s mind to apologize, he just wanted to get out of the crowd before he did something else he would regret.

[honeycomb `]

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: dorm ／／ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: none ／／ 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: domi & kasumi ／／ 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 860
indentstarting off with a boom as a complete understatement. this was like having an all-inclusive access pass to backstage passes to a juvenile male testosterone contest for gods. mura debated on stepping in, because in all reality the god of weather was no joke and could end up seriously hurting this guy, however it was not her fight as she was blissfully aware that if she did step in it would make her look like someone who did not know when to mind her own business. She decided that instead of watching little boys make a scene and fight that she should probably unpack her things and get settled into her new room.

murasaki looked left and right for an easy way out, because even though she radiated immense power, everyone was so captivated by what was happening with the two gods that they would not easily pick up on her aura. she decided to discreetly slip out where the wall of onlookers was thinnest. she caught sight of her sister hatsumi, who seemed like she was going to stay behind and watch what unfolded between the two boys. letting out a soft, unnoticeable chuckle, the naginata familiar pushed through the remaining few people who stood in her way and made it out of the arena. it was still raining, and thunder was still crashing overhead, which meant that the freaking god of weather was still going at it with the other god. candidly murasaki, felt a little bit bad for the god who had shoved the weather god. while she was aware, he could probably hold his own, there was some sinister aura that radiated from seiji, which sent shivers down the pure blood naginata’s spine. even though she wanted to be paired with a god of unimaginable power, he was not on the top of her list because of his obvious inability to control himself.

it was pouring outside. holy mother of the god of weather, could he just stop this. rain made murasaki get cold, cold meant she would get agitated, and well agitated meant that she as eight out of ten times more likely to want to strike someone down. also, point blank, rain was just depressing; and while she fully supports that the earth needed rain to continue to exist, could it not wait until she was warm, and inside her door before it began. obviously not, because this was not even mother nature giving her a middle finger, it was that stupid god of weather who she had begun to dislike even more so now because she was going to be soaked by the time she got to the dorms. might as well make a run for it.

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she was correct, by the time she got to the dorms, which was on the other side of campus, murasaki was soaked head to toe in god of weather rain. she was about to say something along the lines of the day could not get any worse, but if she did, she knew something else would happen; like maybe actually getting struck by one of his stupid lighting bolts. making her way through the girl’s dorm corridor she saw an announcement board by the staff office. murasaki peered at it, head tilted like a german shepherd puppy checking out something new and exciting. she searched through the names and room numbers until she happened upon her own. it looked like she was going to be rooming with two other girls, dominika and kasumi. hopefully, she would end up getting along with both of them, or at least be civil enough to live together. it would suck if for some reason they all ended up hating each other.

the room was large, and each had its own living space with separate bedrooms; which was the most exciting part for murasaki since she would have her own space so she could come home at late as she wanted to without disturbing everybody else when she decided to tip-toe in. murasaki chose the bedroom with the largest window, facing the academies garden. her things had already been moved in by the school’s staff. when she had packed to leave home, she had organized everything perfectly so that she could unpack easily. murasaki sat on the bed, surveying the room with curious and careful eyes, a knock on the door interrupted her train of though as she contemplated how to decorate her bedroom. getting up from her position on the bed she made her way to the front door, opening it to see her family’s butler with her dog shihiko.

“i snuck him in, just as you requested miss, you family doesn’t even know he is missing from the compound.” The older man said to her, handing murasaki the leash. smiling gleefully, she took the dog inside. murasaki unclipped the from the shiba inu’s collar and sat on the couch, letting him cuddle up next to her. she wondered when her roommates would arrive and what they would say about shihiko; not that she cared. if they did not like dogs she would make them sleep outside.

[kalo.]

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indentThe ever-growing crowd around the two gods only made Kusuriko's anxiety grow. There were so many people staring at him. Watching him. Their eyes digging into his skin and eating him from the inside out. Slinking around under his skin, making it impossible for him to react and calm the feeling. The thoughts that raced in everyone's heads. Judging him. Teasing him. Betting on how badly he'd lose. And they were right. Kusu didn't deserve to win this fight. He didn't deserve to win any fight that was thrust upon him. He already brought so much sadness into the world. It only made sense. And the crowd seemed to have agreed. They gathered around and watched-some of them whispering and Kusu could only assume it was about the other god.

indentHe was powerful. Extremely powerful. You could just sense it. The way he carried and present himself. It reeked of power. Even without his power, one could tell how strong the god was. That he wasn't someone to pick a fight with. [So, of course, Kusu ended up in his path to be pummeled] Kusu took a moment to look up and meet the gods' eyes. He regretted it immediately. His icy hot stare was enough to keep the death god frozen in his place. The frustration, anger, but there was something else. Something that caused Kusu to stop and tilt his head slightly. A feeling he was so familiar with but he couldn't quite wrap his finger around it. It worried him. Worried him that this god was struggling with more than meets the eye. With such a powerful aura and overall presence he almost missed it. But what he didn't miss was the too familiar voice of someone's snippy voice interjecting. Hisao. His sibling wasted no time interjecting his opinion and shrugging past them. And Kusuriko wasn't hurt or surprised by it. He'd been hurt one too many times in his past from Hisao and his nature-so he was used to it. Used to his sibling merely paying attention to him and instead dedicating his time to his own goals. Leaving Kusuriko in the dust. Alone. And scared.

indentThe god of death was so foolishly lost in his thoughts that he didn't sense nor see the god of weather lunge at him. [Even if he was paying attention he wouldn't have been able to stop the fellow god. He was way too powerful] It happened so fast. The crack of thunder above them. The crack of the board behind him. The splitting hot pain tearing through his back and head. His breath being forced from his body and through his mask. His arms stayed limp at his side in shock as he struggled to get out any kind of breath. Any attempt came out raspy and deranged, his mask puffing out from the sudden gusts. Kusuriko closed his eyes as his back erupted into a fiery pain. The clouds that covered his head soon whisked away as his eyes opened. His terrified eyes locked back up on the weather god. Again there was that emotion. But what confused the god was his breathing. It was just as ragged and unsteady as his was. It didn't make sense. Kusu wasn't hard to push and move around-and the weather god was clearly more in shape than he was. Did this have to do with that emotion? The one he couldn't place? It didn't help that his eyes stayed in contact with his. Tearing him apart from his insides with a single gaze. Kusuriko's insides started to squirm and flip-making the anxiety only build up and eat him alive. He squirmed under the gods' gaze, but he was unable to look away. He was trapped. Physically and mentally. His body refused to move or even try and fight back.

indentAfter what felt like an eternity of silence between the two [and watching as the weather god's face got closer and closer to his] the taller god broke it. "Hit me." Once the words registered into Kusu's cloudy brain he blinked in confusion. What? He wanted him to hit him? Why? It didn't make any sense to Kusu. It only caused his breathing to become more ragged and conflicted. What was going on? But at the gods next words, Kusuriko flinched and tried to shove himself farther into the wall-to hide. But his back screamed in protest at the movement. Begging him to stand still and not move. He slowly opened his eyes and caught a brief glance of the god before he turned and started to leave. His eyes. They seemed... scared almost. And his voice... it worried Kusu. But his body was still trapped in fear and pain that he couldn't even think about moving or saying anything. But once the weather god was out of sight he felt himself crumple to the floor-his hands barely catching his fall. His back felt like it was on fire. But he couldn't tell if that was just in pain or if blood was going start soaking his new uniform. It did cause him to worry for a moment-but he flinched in remembering that he deserved what was brought upon him. And he'd been through worse. He'd survive. Right?

indentThe god of death slowly lifted his head to look up at the crowd that was still whispering and staring at him. He lowered his face in both shame and embarrassment before lifting himself back up-hissing through clenched teeth as the pain shot through his body and to his head. Once again his head started to pound, the steel drums banging louder than they had before. He moved his gloved hand to his back to try and feel for anything wet, but luckily nothing major. It still hurt terribly-as if someone had hit him with a car. That gods' strength was immaculate. It was quick and clean. Got the job done. Kusuriko wouldn't be surprised if he met the wrath of the god in the future. There was something in his eyes that caused him to worry. For both his own safety but also the safety of the other. Was that wrong? He took a step towards his suitcase but stopped and let out a painful hiss. He couldn't put this off-he had to go to the nurse. Day one and he would already be on his way to the nurse. He could already hear everyone talking about it. 'Did you hear? The god of death got beat up on the first day. What a wimp' He shut his eyes forcibly before letting out a sharp inhale to try and steady himself. He had to go to the nurse, but he needed assistance. He didn't know anyone off the top of his head, besides Hisao but he knew his sibling would rather be found dead than help him. Which stung slightly but, again, he was used to it. So he let his eyes linger on the crowd around him-trying to see if he knew anyone [which was unlikely] that could at least assist him halfway to the nurse. He didn't even recall where it was. His head was pounding and fuzzy from the impact.

indentHe hated it here. He hated this crowd. He hated himself. But he would never hate the red-headed god who just beat him up. He kind of wished the god simply knocked him out.

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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐕 ~ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑
[ mood; wow okay/disgusted ] [ location; arena/dorms ] [ tags; open ] [ mentions; crowd/seiji ] [wc; 832 ]
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indentThe Russian was not prepared for the sudden escalation of the fight before her. The red-head, Seiji if she recalled correctly, slammed the black-haired man into the wooden board and cracked it. The power behind the movement stunned Stasia for a moment. Caused her to stop and do a double-take. He did some serious damage in just a short moment-it had to be not even a second or two. It only caused a short smile to form on her face. While she had to agree that the fight was rather stupid and unnecessary for the first day, she did enjoy it. Seeing others fight gave her some sort of satisfaction. Mostly because for once it wasn't her starting the fight. Her ego tended to get the best of her in this situations and she'd dive headfirst into a fight with someone. Especially if they insulted her, her heritage, or family. It was simple. Keep her name out of your puny mouth and there wouldn't be an issue. But some people, evidence of the fight, seemed to not understand that rule. It wasn't hard.

indentBut as quickly as the fight had started the taller god started to storm off. A quick eye roll from the Russian prompted her to do the same. To leave and forget the fight even happened. It wasn't like the outcome was anything special-the short god was practically pummeled. It was a one-sided fight from the start. There was no way the red-head was going to lose. So, while the fight was fun it was unnecessary and a waste of time. She could have used this time and gotten her stuff thrown into her room. Get prepared for the exam they had planned for today. Not to mention the party that was going to take place later. That only caused Ana to let out a sly grin and start the walk towards the dorms. But, of course, it was pouring outside. The god of weather really was pissed off. It did cause Stasia to wonder what exactly went down between the two. She didn't know either of them nor did she hear what they had said. Some mysteries were left unsolved.

indentWith a quick flick the umbrella by her side was opened and the sound of rain hammered against it. Damn. He was really pissed off. The familiar let out a hiss before muttering under her breath, "Ради бога.". The rain was stupid and the god really had to get his temper under control. There was no way in hell that Stasia was going to sit through the whole year with it pouring outside almost every day. It wasn't hard to control a power. He was just letting his emotions win over, which was a foolish move. If you wanted to survive in this world you had to start strong. Keep those pesky emotions at bay and not let them fuel your actions. [But yet Stasia did the very thing she swore would get you killed]

indentThe walk to the dorm wasn't terribly long but it did piss her off. The heavy rain bounced off the umbrella and the concrete and soaked her grandfather's precious jacket. One of her prized possessions now soaked because of some god's temper tantrum. She slammed the door behind her, closing her umbrella and letting out a huff before locating the board that held the dorm assignments. Hopefully, her roommates wouldn't be terrible. Because if they were it would only fuel her temper. ANd maybe get her kicked out, which wasn't an option. She had to stay and prove that she was a powerful familiar. As powerful as the gods. Her yellow eyes scanned the paper before landing on her name. Aelia and Sakuma. She shrugged as she didn't recall either of them-but yet it made sense. She wasn't from around here. She didn't know anyone. It kind of made her a threat to the others. They didn't know what she was capable of after all. She could easily take them down and rise to the top of their puny ranks.

indentUpon opening the dorm room Stasia let out a disgusted grunt. It was nothing like she imagined. Sure it was big and rather luxurious but just the overall feel and look of the room put her off. She wasn't used to sleeping in places without any kind of Russian influence. But with a sigh, she made her way towards one of the rooms. She didn't bother to check the others-she didn't care how big it was. That was irrelevant to her. Setting her suitcase next to the closet she started to take the jacket off-being gentle with the wet parts of the cape and fur. With a disgusted sigh, she draped the jacket over the open door to her room. The Russian crossed her arms and quickly took the shirt off. She had to get ready for the exam after all-and that required the gym uniform she was given. Dreadful. She hated uniforms.