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[ArtyAlpha]

Sakuma Kiyoki ♛ Kurisagama Familiar ♛ Tags: Kusu

Back against the wall, Sakuma raised a brow to the scene unfolding in front of her, being right beside the board everything circled around them but she was jn prime front mosh pit position to witness every juicy detail. More and more poured in, God and familiar alike. Sakuma reaches into her pocket and grabs one of her last pops in her stash from home. Grave was her favourite so every time she ran away she would buy as many as she could and hide them in Lioris room for safekeeping. Opening the pop with ease she put it in her mouth and happily sucked away. Always being a physical and tactile person such simple things are a type of relaxation for her racing body. She felt tension drop thick like a heaving morning fog as a smaller- much smaller boy appeared to detain the situation.

As she gazed upon the three gods she felt excited. They were both leaking pure power from their aura and Sakuma knew that this was going to be an interesting class. She let out a small 'pfft' resisting a chuckle at the smaller gods benevolent, monotone judgement. She continued to enjoy her pop and twirled the stick with her fingers as she felt tension revolve to anger. As if these boys had any guts. That hot headed tall one is all bark no bite with a temper shorter than the God that defied him. As he wandered to the board right beside her she glanced at him with a soft chuckle and then flinched as another god arose from the crowd and seemed to be frustrated with the smaller ones' defiance. Sakuma raised a brow, she thought his little piece was rather entertaining and hopefully derailed the situation.

Though she doubted it, but still, it was still amusing. WIthin seconds of the others moving away from the board, Sakuma flinched with shock as a body flung right beside her and she moved back immediately. Her body was frozen as she stared at the two. She raised her brows as she heard the soft voice of the dark haired boy and demanded to be hit. The clenched fist inches from his face. With subtle awe, her gaze was focused on the new found power and courage in the smaller god. His physic and stature did not match the power of his ability at all. He ebbed raw power yet he looked weaker and more frail than any god she had known.

Tilting her head subtly she was confused by the gloves and mask. Hmm, what was he hiding? Glancing between the two, the darker haired God seemed like a single punch would knock him on his ass, that throw already seemed to have put the god into a pained state. She frowned. Why would such a powerful god allow himself to be pushed around like this? Perhaps it was his plan to show dominance, act all frail and permit the god to punch him but then take it back and knock the stubborn hot head on HIS ass. Yes of course, how rude of Sakuma to even doubt the powers and intelligence of such a powerful God- her thoughts were cut short as she looked to the scene in front of her. The jot head screamed put shut up yet the room was silent. She shuffled back as the weather god stepped away.

She glanced at him in confusion and the soft murmurs and conversations grew as the crowd tried to understand what had happened, but without another word he pushed himself through the crowd and away from the chaos. Falling for a moment her eyes were locked back to the dark haired God as she waited for him to retaliate and show his true power. But… he only looked to the crowd then meekly turned and left. He- but- she was stuck and lost for words. In such a situation Sakuma would retort a witted comeback to the said 'bully' or 'brute' even though she knew it was never her business. But her mind was blank and all she could think is why such a God would ever be pushed around. With a frown her blood slowly boiled. It was her duty to be a guard and tool to a powerful, mighty God, no way would she let someone like him look down on himself instead of others.

As the crowd slowly dispersed her eyes were still locked to the wounded God, he was in obvious pain and in a weakened state. It ached her through her blood to see a god weak. Biting down on the stick of her pop she walked over to the God and stood in front of him, arms crossed and hip cooked. She looked down to him as he was lowering for his case and he raised a brow with a frustrated and sarcastic look "What the heck was that, Oh Mighty God. You keep letting people walk over you like that and you might just be demoted."

Her tone was stern and obviously frustrated. Sakuma knew gods as power and might. By having such a powerful god act so meek was a crime in her eyes. If he kept up such an act he would certainly be seen as no more than a familiar to her.

[Speak]

ａｌｋｍｉｎｉ ☾ ｇｏｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｍｏｏｎ

[gender] female [age] eighteen [ location ] arena [ mentions ] hibiki, seiji [ tagged ] aelia, kusu, sakuma

Stepping out of the car just behind her sister Alkmini smoothed her skirt and looked over her surroundings, the grandiose buildings seemed to tower over her. Everything would be fine, this was just another test she could overcome. Bowing in thanks to their driver before he took off, no doubt to drop their things at the dorm room, Alkmini was already way behind Aelia whose mood seemed to have dampened with an incoming storm. The storm itself was unexpected the dark clouds collecting above their destination as if they'd been summoned, which was certainly a possibility. Almost as soon as the goddess entered the arena the rain started and Alkmini was cursing herself that she hadn't brought her bag with her. Apparently the goddess was more rattled than she'd originally thought to have forgotten her bag, all the pressure she'd faced at home to be the perfect daughter and goddess had seemed to double as soon as they'd crossed through the gates of the academy.
Walking through the dark tunnel Alkmini's skin and hair practically glowed, though she normally wore white the combination with the black skirt just made her paler. Following the path carved by her sibling, Alkmini joined Aelia in examining the boards eventually finding her name paired with that of Sato, Hibiki. Of all the significant familiar families Alkmini could recall Sato was not one of them, narrowing her eyes the goddess could only hope that this familiar would be able to pull their own weight through this first test. Besides this was only the first exam, it was highly unlikely that any god would find their familiar during this first exam, that's at least what she'd be telling herself. Examining the crowd os students before her Alkmini almost wished they'd been asked to wear name tags, at least something to help her track down this Hibiki before the exam.
A flash of movement and raised voices drawing her attention Alkmini watched much like the rest of the students as the four gods in question snarked and belittled each other. Only five minutes or so? That had to be a record. Not like gods were known for their cool heads and even temperaments but this was...Searching for the right word Alkmini quirked a brow as her sister spoke. "More like children playing at gods." she responded already tired of this pathetic squabble. As things swiftly escalated one conflict was brought to an end, leaving the god of death slumped on the ground and the other pair still at odds. Whatever had started the argument was a mystery to Alkmini but the fact that the god in the black mask had simply let, presumably, the god of weather walk all over him like that was disappointing. How was any familiar supposed to respect a god who didn't stand up for themself?
Seemed that someone else was thinking the same thing as a familiar approached lecturing the god whose eyes held desperation and posture clearly communicated the pain he was in. Unwanted opinions often were tossed aside which is why Alkmini held her tongue, gliding past the familiar and approaching the dark-haired god. "Did you want some help?" she asked softly not wanting to further the god's embarrassment as she offered her arm, the subtle glow of her skin obscured by the harsh light in the arena Alkmini could at least heal him enough to clear his head. Though confident in her ability to heal surface wounds, internal wounds, however, became more complicated as she couldn't see them heal. Alkmini knew that even if she did manage to heal him it was probably best to go find the nurse anyway just to make sure. Whatever she thought of him clearly this wasn't the god of death's day, unfortunate as this was his first impression, but he had time to grow.

ｂｅ́ｌａ ♦︎ ｔｈｅ ｓａｂｅｒ

[gender] male [age] eighteen [ location ] arena [ mentions ] masahiko [ tagged ] hisao, kaichi

Béla had only arrived in the country the day before and the seven-hour time change was still getting to him. He'd nodded off a couple of times in the car which was strange for the young man, watching the world outside whiz past him only built his excitement for this new adventure he was taking on. Every time Béla opened his eyes he was passing through yet another place that looked completely foreign to the Hungarian and now as they approached the ornate iron gates that marked the outside of Kami Academy Béla couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. The old stone building was reminiscent of the old architecture in Budapest that the familiar had grown up exploring when he wasn't training.
Thanking his taxi driver Béla stepped out with a shoulder bag in hand, the majority of his things should've already arrived as his family had sent them ahead of Béla travelling so he'd only had to take the essentials on the plane. His heels clacking against the stone tile driveway Béla wanted more than anything to explore his new home but he knew that he should at least figure out his first exam partner and his dormmates first, once he'd figured out all of that he could go exploring. The arena itself was a huge dominating building, definitely more modern looking than the main building and apparently where everyone had collected. The black and white uniforms definitely made it easier to distinguish god from familiar but even then Béla felt a little lost looking at all these unfamiliar faces. Pushing away his uneasiness Béla smiled at anyone he passed as he made his way to the board that listed the different classes and pairs for the first exam. Masahiko huh? God of the seas, Béla was already excited to meet him and start this new chapter in his life. Up until this point he'd been training for the day he met the god that he'd be paired with for the rest of his life now all it was, was a matter of finding them.
About to leave the crowd and sneak off to his dorms Béla's caught the tail end of what sounded like a one-sided argument, intrigued and confused the familiar found himself joining the crowd of people watching a clash of the gods. Well, they would be clashes if either god picking a fight were getting a response. A fight was really only fair if both parties were committed this was more like someone lashing out. Taking a step towards the brown-haired god shouting at another's back Béla found his easy smile, "Hey guys, maybe save some energy for the first exam huh?" he suggested feeling eyes on his back as others whispered about his reckless move. Standing just off to the side of the two Béla let the whispers become just a low din, maybe it was stupid but if he could at least divert their energy the whole situation would blow over easier. "uh-I don't suppose either of you know a Masahiko?" he asked looking from the shorter blonde to the taller brunette, hoping he'd pronounced it correctly.

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𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢,
hisao / god of life / academy / 894 / god of war, god of weather, god of death, saber

his death

There aren't many things that can get on his nerves. Well, no, there are, but there aren't many that he chooses to act upon. And in that regard, he typically likes to consider himself rather level-headed about it all. But of those things, the God of War is not apart of.

It's only a minute or so after he's said something and turned away that that voice pipes in, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment to rationally consider not doing something in return. But it's only for a second that he actually considers this, because he's already turning around to look up (which normally doesn't matter but god does he hate it in this one instance), neutral expression slipping into something more considerately called a scowl.

"Kaichi," he greets, tilting his head slightly. "Do you ever consider what you do or say before it happens? Actually, nevermind, I answered that myself. Maybe you should start doing that, though, it does help in the long run so you don't say something that applies to you, too." He sighs, perhaps a bit over-dramatically for effect.

"I'm sure you would consider it self-righteous to not want someone to be beaten for no reason, wouldn't you? You should keep those thoughts to yourself, most people don't like that ideology.
" Arms crossed and mouth drawn into a tight line, he remains watching the God of War.

It was always the same where Kaichi was around. A count that shouldn't be high being higher, ticks that echoed in the back of his mind, constant and quick -- tick, tick, tick tick, tick, like a broken clock, moving seconds too fast in one instance and then slower in the next. Ugly, unfamiliar, unnatural.

It isn't like Hisao didn't know that wasn't his fault, not really, but when it was his presence that set it off? Numbers he can't keep track of anymore, words he doesn't care about, ideologies that kill and kill and kill and kill and--

The sudden noise from Kusu and the God of Weather manages to visibly startle him out of his thoughts and he turns his gaze to look, brow pinching at the scene those two have created. His brother isn't fighting back, because why would he. He isn't doing anything because why would he. He doesn't do anything because why would he?

Without taking his eyes off of the scene going on, he directs his comment towards the War God with a bitten irritation. "I suppose this is what you want, isn't it? That's how it works in life, after all - in War."

He doesn't say much else as the unhinged God of Weather begs to be hit, as his brother doesn't, as nothing happens. Doesn't do anything when the God of Weather runs away, doesn't move to help when Kusuriko stumbles off, or when he notices the girl that trails after him. It's fine.

It's only after they've left that Hisao briefly turns to look at Kaichi for a second longer, although he doesn't quite hold his ground this time. "If you're going to decide to say something important, let me know so I can listen. Don't you have other things to do?" The board is broken now thanks to that God of Weather and Kusuriko's body, the crowd is still present, and he's easily aware of the murmurs in the crowd. The count is still off.

Tired already, when the blond kid comes up, Hisao is ready to fight to drop class levels. Oh, he has an accent. Hisao blinks slowly, shakes his head. "That's that God of the Sea, isn't it?" He asks, although it's rhetorical, a thoughtful question. There's an attempt to recall the God, but nothing is clicking currently. "I don't believe I do, sorry." Then, as an afterthought, "maybe Kaichi would know, he typically does."

But, actually Hisao doesn't wait for Kaichi to say anything, turning his back to him again before completely ignoring him in favor of the new person, who would be a familiar, then? Of which he still had to find his partner as well, somewhere in the crowd. Or he could just wait and not do that and eventually they'd meet up anyways. That wasn't productive though, so the thought was quickly thrown away.

"We could go and look for him though," he offers, voice the equivalent of a vocal shrug. "I still have to find my partner as well, anyways." He thinks about Kaichi for a moment, considers inviting him, and decides with one hundred percent certainty to not do that. Not that the God of War would even agree if he actually wanted to invite him (which, again, he didn't).

He doesn't say it, but Hisao is curious about exactly what kind of weapon this new guy is - and then, in that line of thinking, realizes that no one actually introduced themselves except for him unintentionally introducing Kaichi of all people, which is, frankly, just terrible manners. If his mother were here.

"Oh, I'm Hisao, by the way." He offers, and just to be petty he throws in a wayward glance at Kaichi and gestures airily at him. "That's the God of War, Kaichi, who should probably be finding his partner, too." There's a pointed direction in that, not quite aggressive but definitely subtly there - although Kaichi doesn't seem to do subtle.

[Quetzaloe]

ʜɪʙɪᴋɪ
Dual Kunai | Location - Arena | Tag(s) - Kusu, Alkmini, Aelia |
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HIbiki inhaled sharply as he caught a distant view of the fight.

No. Fight wasn't the right word. A fight would imply that both sides had gotten in a fair shot. One man had simply slain the other.

He hopped to his feet and took off at a sprint, arriving as one familiar left, and one person he could only assume was a goddess approached. Although he'd come by to assist the fallen male, the pale glow of the goddess took him off guard. Wow. She was...

Not what he needed to focus on right now. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he knelt down by the man, who maybe was a death god?! Wait, gods did this to each other?! He was going to be absolute toast during the exam.

She, the unknown goddess, in all her beauty and kindness (she, at least, Hibiki was sure wouldn't ever do anything like this because she was perfect and he was already smitten...) offered the god her arm. Watching, Hibiki wasn't sure how to pitch his help, but it seemed wrong for her to do all the work. "H-hey man, that... you look, uhm. We can help you to the nurse's yeah?

Way to not be awkward, dork.

Hibiki ignored the intense heat in his cheeks, and gently reached down to help pull the god to his feet (using his good arm, duh) and sling an arm around Hibiki's shoulders, whilst the familiar slung an arm around his waist. Looking at the kind, lovely, gorgeous goddess, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Do you uh, know how to get to the nurse's?"

He caught sight of a smaller goddess behind her he hadn't noticed previously, scoffing and rolling her eyes (at him? or the death god? he wasn't sure...). Flushing redder still, he turned to the injured god. "You'll be wanting to take it easy on that arm for a bit, I'm guessing. Do you know who your exam partner is? I could try to find them and let them know what's up? I don't really know the other familiars yet, but they can't be that hard to track down, right?"

Right. Right! A gameplan, that's what they all needed. He'd help this dude to the nurse, with the help of the pretty goddess, and then he'd find the other familiar to let them know what was up, and then he'd find his exam partner so they could get ready. And he probably wouldn't be late to the exam! Maybe. Hopefully.

[kafka `]

𝑹𝑬𝑲𝑲𝑨 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑰


🠒 the katana. she/her. eighteen. arena/dorms. mentioned; seiji, kusu. tagged; n/a.

xxxxxthere was a dangerously pleased glint in hatsumi’s eyes as she watched the scene in front of her unfold, though her face remained neutral to it all. the display of power from the god of weather was something satisfactory to the familiar, she wanted to feel that power at one point during her time at the academy. the power seemed volatile and everchanging, as if the god himself couldn’t control it very well, that alone piqued hatsumi’s interest. she’d have to pull some strings to get paired up with the god in the exams to come. her assumptions were further proven when the god had a burst of emotion, the thunder raging and the rain getting heavier, and hatsumi was having the time of her life.

xxxxxshe was already beginning to form an opinion on the two gods, as per usual when it came to her, jumping to conclusions faster than she’d like to admit, but whatever, if she was proven wrong then she’d take it, no harm done. the god of the weather, for one, seemed extremely unstable and unable to control his emotions, a bit bipolar even, but that’s what made him interesting in her eyes. that, and the raw power that the god emitted, which was the focal point of hatsumi’s interest. the other god on the other hand… a god that can’t stand up for himself is weak in her eyes, and not someone that she would want to be handled by. he wasn’t worthy of her power.

xxxxxthe scene was over just as quickly as it started, the fiery-haired god walking away from the crowd, hatsumi’s eyes following him for a few seconds before turning back to the victim of his wrath. the familiar’s face assumed a frown, a disgusted one at that, as she stared daggers at the weaker god. she wasn’t necessarily sure who he was, but she knew for certain that she didn’t ever want to paired with someone so… pathetic. she noticed that other people were already approaching him and asking if he needed help, and hatsumi had the sudden urge to scoff. she looked on for a few more moments, before turning on her heel to leave the area. the crowd parted like the seas once again, and hatsumi was off to find where the dorms were.

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xxxxxshe had to check the location of the dorm building at least three times before she was able to actually find it, her forgetful nature and terrible sense of direction made her job ten times harder than it should’ve been, and she had to stay out in the rain a lot longer than she would’ve liked, and she was ninety percent sure that she would end up having a cold tomorrow if she didn’t get inside the dorm building as soon as possible. the rain didn’t bother her at first, really, but now she was shivering head to toe and her bangs clung to her forehead for dear life and she was not, in fact, living her best life. maybe she did admire the power that the god of the weather held, but did he really have to make it rain so much?

xxxxxshe sulked her way into the dorm building before finding her way to the room that was specified to her, and she really, really hoped that she would be the first one to arrive, because she didn’t want the people she would be spending her time with to see her like this. it wouldn’t make a good first impression. unlocking the door, she peeks her head through the gap to make sure that no one was around, and she was pleased to notice that she was the first one to arrive. she headed inside, locking the door behind her softly. the room was wonderful, to say the least. of course, it wasn’t anything like at home, but that’s ok, this could do as well. the general living area was spacious and clean, but what was more exciting to her was getting to pick out her room first, call her an overgrown child.

xxxxxshe examined the rooms before making her final decision. they were all around the same size, so there was no point in even picking based on size, so she decided based on how many windows there were and the nicest view to wake up to. her things were already in the dorm, brought in from her family’s car by the staff from the academy, all she had to do was move them into the room she picked out. it wasn’t too much of a problem, except for the fact that hatsumi did not pack lightly and most of her suitcases were just… really heavy. but it was whatever, she could handle this just fine. all she dreaded was having to unpack everything at one point, but she chose to ignore the daunting task that lay ahead of her, focusing on moving all her luggage into her room.

xxxxxshe huffed after finishing, heavy weight lifting was never part of her training at home, so this was something she wasn’t used to. either way, her current problem was that she was still soaked from head to toe from the rain, and her clothes clinging to her were not being helpful at all, she practically had to peel them off her body. she heaved a sigh, she didn’t want to unpack any of her clothes right now, so she’d just stay in her undergarments for the time being. she wasn’t required to be anywhere right now, and the dorm was nice and warm so she couldn’t find a reason to care about not getting dressed, and she didn’t give a damn if her roommates had a problem with it. she tied her wet hair back into a ponytail (she’d dry it off properly later) and exited her room, collapsing onto one of the sofas in the general living space and simply waited for her other two roommates to arrive at the dorm.

[harbinger]

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𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 ;;
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xxxxxxxrole.. (. the god of war .) ........ tagged.. (. hisao, béla .) ........ mentioned.. (. seiji, kusu, masa .) ........ wc.. (. 1624 .)



xxxxxxxhe couldn't deny the briefest spark of satisfaction that hit him as hisao's indifferent countenance cracked into something closer to a grimace. perhaps it was the feeling of having some sort of power over others, however slight; he could take some sad pride in being enough of a thorn in someone's side to at least garner a reaction from them. it was better than being ignored, anyway. for someone who puffed himself up a lot, it was difficult for kaichi to feel anything but small during instances when he was the sole participant getting remotely unhinged, a lone ember left to smolder and wane on his own. conversations—if they could be labeled so civilly—with hisao weren't always like that. the god of life knew which buttons to press, and it wouldn't surprise kaichi if he took some satisfaction from doing so, too. people like that fanned the ember into a flame, and from there it often grew exponentially out of their control—out of kaichi's control, too.

xxxxxxxas his own hypocrisy was immediately thrown back in his face, kaichi's scowl deepened. in the back of his mind, he might've even known some of hisao's words rang with bitter truths, but that only made it all the harder to defend against, and concession wasn't an option. onto the offensive, then, as per usual.

xxxxxxx"at least i don't run away from the aftermath," he shot back. "you think you're immune to consequences? you think you're so impressive because you say something quick and then bow out?" kaichi shook his head, somewhere between disbelieving and disgusted. "if you're going to commit to something, commit to it. i've never seen someone abandon their cause as fast as you." and, truly, was there anything worse than an advocate who never stood their ground to defend their stance?

xxxxxxxhisao's assumptions and accusations piled one on top of the other, building the unseen and already-impervious wall between the two gods higher and higher. kaichi had to give him some credit, though; the short stature of the god across from him was filled to the absolute brim with audacity, if nothing else. it was a bold position to take, for hisao—someone who never seemed to want to keep his opinions to himself—to encourage kaichi to hold his tongue. better yet, for him to claim to know the ideological makeup of kaichi's mind. kaichi thought that was probably the worse of the two.

xxxxxxxfists clenched now, kaichi took another step closer, accentuating the height difference between them. "careful, hisao," he hissed. the flame inside was growing now, showing its face; kaichi's eyes burned with it, the swelling rage. "you're forgetting your own advice."

xxxxxxxthings that went unsaid included 'you don't know what you're talking about' and 'like hell do i want to see someone beaten for no reason' but neither seemed to find enough purchase on his tongue to make it all the way out of his mind. maybe he knew that they, too, would be hard statements to defend, given his prior inaction towards the other two gods responsible for this mess. but that... that wasn't the point. who was kaichi to say whether or not those two had a reason for their scuffle? he didn't know. even if the smaller of the two gods had looked confused, frightened, lost... the one with the bright hair, the weather god, he could've had a good reason for it.

xxxxxxxtoo many times had kaichi's past altercations involved the interventions of clueless bystanders trying to quell his fury, even without knowing whether or not it was justified. they merely saw his anger and read it as senseless violence, so he was pegged as the one in the wrong, every time. but that wasn't always the case—it wasn't—and he'd be even more of a hypocrite to turn around and do that to someone else. if the god of weather was truly acting out for no reason, then he would lose kaichi's respect, but unlike some people, kaichi wasn't just going to assume that. perhaps that was a form of naivete, in a way, or at least an idealistic view of how other people fought. but today wasn't going to be the day kaichi challenged that, especially since it was hisao questioning it—hisao, who apparently thought kaichi would support that kind of pointless bloodshed. oh, how kaichi hated him. what did he know about kaichi's ideology? it was the same cookie-cutter assumption kaichi had grown accustomed to as someone so closely linked to war... not that that made it any less infuriating.

xxxxxxxbefore kaichi could do anything too reckless, though, a cacophonous boom shook the ground beneath his feet, catching kaichi off-guard enough to cause a brief image of surprise to flit across his face where anger had been only seconds before. the disruption was enough to get him to pull away from hisao slightly, glancing over his shoulder, curious more than concerned. a quiet, almost impressed "damn" slipped past his lips as he took in the view, so soft it might've been intended to be a mere thought. the god of weather had laid waste to the announcement board, and... maybe the other god as well. yikes. kaichi really hoped he'd had a good reason for it now.

xxxxxxxhe didn't have long to dwell on it, though, before hisao was taking another jab at him. all at once, kaichi remembered what he'd been doing and lost interest in the scene behind him, rounding on hisao once again with a glare. he didn't say, 'it could be. we don't know the reason.' nor did he say, 'of course not, you idiot. you don't know the first thing about war.'

xxxxxxxinstead, he said, "yeah, wow, look at that. lot of help you were. so much for not seeing someone get beaten, huh?" he paused. scoffed. "oh, that's right. you don't actually care. you just want points for acting like you tried." kaichi stared him down, unflinching. tone hard, he added, "don't kid yourself. you didn't do anything."

xxxxxxxwere he a better man, that would probably have been his cue to storm off and let them both stew in their residual anger. but no, kaichi held his ground, glowering at hisao, waiting, hoping for him to keep firing back. in the next moment, though, a third party arrived on the scene: another blond head of hair, taller than hisao but shorter than kaichi.

xxxxxxxah, right on schedule, kaichi thought, gritting his teeth. my own intervention. of course. every time.

xxxxxxxwasting no time, his fiery gaze snapped to the new arrival. "worry about yourself," he spat. kaichi didn't need to save energy; he had plenty of it—more than enough. wasn't that obvious? couldn't they all see it bubbling to the surface, seeping through the cracks? it pulsed through his veins and rocketed around his skull, constantly begging for release. and, well, maybe he'd do just that—

xxxxxxx—but then 'masahiko' hit his ears, and kaichi paused, some of the heat in his eyes abruptly fizzling out, betraying a different kind of warmth: some kind of pleasant surprise, something softer than the inferno that so frequently blazed in its place. it was gone in an instant, though, probably thanks to hisao's voice grating on his ear drums once again.

xxxxxxxkaichi rolled his eyes before letting them settle on hisao. "i would know, actually," he said, bristling when hisao just turned away from him. he shifted his focus back towards béla. "be thankful you didn't wind up with this piece of work," he told him, jerking a thumb in hisao's direction. "masa's leagues better."

xxxxxxxthe compliment fell from his lips with such ease that he actually choked on the end of it a little when his mind caught up with his mouth. it was too late, naturally, but if he had to, he'd just disguise it as more of a dig at hisao than a kind sentiment towards masa. both were true, anyway. kaichi had been around masa few times in the past, and something about the aura he gave off was really... nice. 'comforting' was the wrong word, but the sea god didn't make kaichi feel like his existence was a blemish on the universe. he was fun to be around, and it took a special kind of personality for kaichi to so willingly admit that, even just to himself. i wish he was here instead of the o mighty god of life, kaichi thought, only a bit sourly. he'd probably be nice to get to know better.

xxxxxxxdrawn out of his thoughts by hisao's stilted introduction of him, it quickly became apparent that kaichi's presence was no longer wanted—not that it ever was in the first place. whatever. fine. he didn't have to be told twice; hisao was the last person he wanted to wander around with, so if they were done taking cheap shots at each other, kaichi saw no reason to stay.

xxxxxxx"blue head of hair," he said abruptly, glancing once more at béla. "really, if you see someone and think, 'huh, he looks like he'd be a sea god,' you've probably got the right guy." kaichi turned to hisao, the steel returning to his gaze. he plastered a too-wide smile on underneath it, sharp and irritated and courteous in all the wrong ways. voice tight and superficial, he continued, "do pass on my apologies to whatever poor familiar gets stuck with the likes of you, won't you?"

xxxxxxxthen, he made to leave, shouldering past hisao. would he look for his partner? maybe. maybe not. kaichi didn't really care at the moment; he just knew he had a lot of extra energy to burn off now. 'save it'... yeah right. it'd eat him alive if he tried to do that.


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[ mood; in shock and pain ] [ location; arena ] [ tags; hibiki, alkmini, sakuma ] [ mentions; seiji, hisao ] [wc; 849 ]
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indentThe god of death's head was bowed as he struggled to stay still, his back aching at every move he made. The pain, while explosive at first, was worse the more as time went on. The ache slowly growing into a full-blown tsunami. Sure Kusu was expected to be able to take more pain than most as he was a god, but he was a weak god. A fool. It was clear to see. The crowd around him was still surrounded him-whispering and pointing. And he knew what it was about. How he couldn't hold his ground and how he was going to be a terrible god to have. How bad his familiar must feel. He let out a sudden sharp intake as he felt his body go through a small spasm but just like that, it was gone.

indentSwift movement in front of his caused the god to jerk his head up to see someone standing over him. He flinched at first thinking it was the weather god again, but it wasn't. It was a different redhead. A shorter female. He avoided her eyes-worried that in doing so he would see more hatred. So he wasn't surprised when the female opened her mouth and started to insult him. Her words didn't hurt. He was used to people treating him this way. Telling him he was weak. Boring. Worthless. He had gotten his fair share of those comments from his family. It was normal for him to hear these words. So instead of responding to the female he simply let out another raspy breath and shaking his head. She was right. He was weak. He couldn't even hold his own against someone.

indentAs more people started to approach Kusu he only grew more nervous. His heartbeat increasing with each and every movement around him. He really hated large crowds. He felt his breath falter yet again-his breath hot against his mask-before he heard the voice of a softer female. She was asking if he was... alright? He blinked in surprise before looking up at the silver-haired female. He paused in awe at the power she radiated. It wasn't raw and untamed like the god of weather. It was more, groomed. Mature. It was rather calming to Kusu, even in this mess he was in. He kept his gaze on her as she stretched her arm out-an offering. But before he could even consider taking the goddesses arm another male came over-a dirty blonde that was quite tall. He blinked in surprise as he shared some concern towards him. Did people really care? He assumed he would simply be left to his own devices and have to figure it out by himself. With the help of the male-who he assumed was a familiar as he didn't have the same aura as some of the other gods- he was able to keep his footing. He let out a weak smile before forgetting that the male couldn't see his face because of his mask. With the two helping him-one of each of his sides-he felt slightly more relaxed. It wasn't by much but enough for him to accept their help and not make a fool of himself. [Even tho he already had]

indentAs more questions were asked he let out a soft gasp before glancing behind him at the board he had destroyed. "Oh, uh, no. I didn't get to, uh, look at the board." His voice was soft and muffled by the mask. But what shocked Kusuriko was just how devoid of emotions his voice was. It was all one-note. Was he getting that bad again? To the point where he couldn't even bring it upon himself to fake some sort of emotion? It was like right after his accident. Where he couldn't feel, well, anything. It should scare him. Should make him terrified of himself. But it didn't. It almost felt like a twisted joke. But Kusuriko only assumed it was the side-effect of being the god of death. This was his punishment.

indentThe god shifted before letting out a ragged cough-his back pain flooding through one of his arms. He glanced at the limb-the one that the female goddess was holding-to see that it looked rather banged up. Did he hit it in the fight? It must've been when the god slammed his shoulder into the wall. With how long it took him to notice the pain it might be pretty bad. Numb-pain bad. No wonder these two came to his aid-he was in worse shape than he thought. God, he really was worthless.

indentThe god paused as he finally felt his other arm being looped around the male. He paused in fear that his glove would slip off and everyone would see his scarred hand. How bony and frail it looked. It looked almost unusable. He shivered at the thought before blinking in remembering they needed to find the nurses' office. "Um. No. Sorry." He felt useless. [I mean when didn't he but] "Maybe around here?" It was blank again. No emotion. He hated it. He hated himself.

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[ mood; determined ] [ location; dorms ] [ tags; open ] [ mentions; seiji ] [wc; 584 ]
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indentIt was quiet. Too quiet. There was no sound in the dorm besides her heartbeat and breathing. She let out a 'tsk' before walking over towards her suitcase and pushing it over. It landed with a thump as she knelt down and started to rummage through it. Trying to find the clothes she would need to wear for the exam. She let out a puff of air as she sat there in her underwear-feeling slightly uneasy before the uniform came into view. It was piled under the loads of clothes she had piled in her suitcase. And to top that off she still had clothes in her other suitcases and bags in the dorms common area. She may have overpacked. Just a little bit. Okay, maybe a lot. She couldn't help it-it wasn't like she could easily ask her parents to deliver something. They lived thousands of miles away. She didn't have that luxury. It ticked her off. How everyone here acted so entitled because they lived around here. They would underestimate her. Tell her she got herself into something she couldn't handle and she had to 'go home'.

indentThe thought alone caused her to clench the uniform in her fist and let out an angry scowl. She didn't have to prove herself to these weaklings. She was already stronger than most of them here. Ana was just a strong as any god. Seiji, the weather god, was another level of raw power. She needed that. Wanted that. To have that power in her arsenal and use it later. To save it. Store it. And then-boom. Explode.

indentShe let out a sly smirk before standing up and letting herself get dressed-her uniform fitting tightly against her body. Just how she liked it. The less fabric there was the less room for chafing there was. Plus the more fabric there was the more it got tangled and caught around her joints. The Russian took a moment to pull her hair up as she started to walk out of her room and into the main room of the dorm. Her suitcases weren't hard to find-they had a distinct look to them. The only way she could describe it to anyone else was that it looked Russian. The coloring and the overall build of the suitcase was enough to cause people to stop and question. She let out another 'tsk' before grabbing some of the bags and lugging them back to her room. She'd worry about unpacking and putting everything in it's rightful place. She didn't have the patience for that right now-especially now that she was all riled up and prepared for the exam. Nervous wasn' the word-she was excited. Pumped. Engaged.

indentIn an attempt to clear her head Stasia she left the room and made her way to the couches that littered the main room of her dorm. She tilted her head before flopping with down on one-letting her feet hand over the armest and dangle her feet. Without the pressure on her feet, and head, she was able to take a moment to relax. But she knew it wouldn't be for long. Once someone else came into the dorm she'd be up on her feet, her arms crossed and face cold. It was just who she was. She wasn't good with strangers, mostly due to her mother being the same way, but luckily Ana was able to be friendly. If you counted intense glares and an ego to put herself above them no question.

[sneezes]

sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.
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★ 𝑆𝑈𝑍𝑈𝐾𝐼 𝐾𝐴𝑍𝑈𝐸 ★
WHO? the generics

WHAT? waking up ha
ppens a slight mom
ent late and a brok
en board is fixed

WHERE? from bed to
a crowded room.

WHY? being late for
the test isn't
good, but fix
ing the board
was nice.

WHEN? far too late
yet still in the morn.

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Perhaps something in the fates merely called for a late awakening. It wasn't too far in the day's required schedule that b
right eyes opened to the light of the day, and yet the time lost was still unretrievable. Yet there were days to come and
no inherent rush as to her arrival. Dreams were sweet, careless things ━ desireable in everywhich way they presented,
and yet bittersweet in their leaving that always came too soon. Whether in waking moments or in unconscious streams,
preferences relied on the wishes of life, not of sleep, and by the logic she felt, there was no further option that rising fr
om the warmth of the sheets covering her body and the slow, calm thrum of her heartbeat to follow.

She reaches up and wipes the remnant tears from her face, a misplaced concerning thought taking her attention for a m
oment before she brushes it away with a bravado she forces herself to take on. No use waking up on a sour note, of cour
se, even if she can’t quite think of what the reasoning is. Positivity was always a choice, so they said. Cue stage laughter
In the background of her mismanaged thinking.

Pulling herself from the makeshift bed she had been using, she draws her arms upwards and stretches mightily, pleased a
t the morning benevolence already being given to her. Morning stretches, always important no matter the time that she w
oke up at, are continued until she’s sure that everything that needs to be popped has snapped cheerfully in the vacant, bl
and room. By the time she's making her way downstairs, dressed in a new white and blue accented dress, she's content en
ough with her lateness to even make herself a cup of tea, sitting at the table and soaking in the meager sun that comes th
rough the window of the room. Humming a small tune, something she can't place the origin of, she collects her cup, stands
and takes her time to clean up before heading out and away.

It's only when she's halfway to her loction that she remembers that they had a uniform to wear, but it's probably fine - not
the end of the world or anything. If it just so happens to be a problem - well, she can figure that solution out later. The s
un is shining, the birds are chirping. It's truly quite the gorgeous day.

If she so had the opportunity, had no obligations or necessities to fulfill those she placed on herself, well, she thinks it wo
uld be nice to sit and enjoy the world every day. Everything it had to offer, everything that changed day in and day out. S
till, she hears her mother's voice in her ear, soft and sharp, explaining what she's alive for, and the idea vanishes and she's
sooner at the designated location, late, than she is in remembering the idea at all.

When she gets inside, the weather is drastically different. Not just that, though, but the atmosphere is far more volatile,
charged with quite the negativity. She blinks wide eyes, takes in the students milling around in their uniforms (although s
he does notice some that aren't wearing one, though that doesn't mean she didn't break the rules) and the murmurs sprea
ding through the crowds. Talking about some fight that already happened, or some... bully or beatdown or whatever they
called it. Point being, first day already has someone being injured and nothing had even started yet.

She steps around people casually, polite to not throw herself into them bodily or press against anyone too much. A few gr
eetings are thrown around, she says hello to a couple more people or returns a smile that's sent her way, and when she ar
rives at the epicenter of the group, it isn't hard to see the large cracks spread through what should have been a solid wall.

On the ground are remnants of what used to be the board, and she tips her head as she surveys the actual damage to the
wall, looking back at the destroyed board again and then, once more, back at the wall. It takes her a minute of rifling thr
ough a small bag that she brought with her, but eventually she makes a small, 'aha!' and pulls out a roll of clear packaging
tape, carried for emergencies, moving to the broken board before kneeling before it and picking up the largest chunks she
's able to find, ripping apart chunks of tape to slowly rebuild the ruined object.

It doesn't take that long at all, and she hums the entire time she's fixing it, smiling brighter when certain pieces work out
until she has the reconstructed board before her. It's still broken in places, bent and warped, but no longer ruined as it on
ce was, and that in itself was a good thing in her eyes. If something could be fixed, could be better, and someone could h
elp that happen, well, then it was just the right thing to do.

She looks to the wall again and realizes that it can't... quite fit where it used to, now that there's the giant, vaguely perso
n-shaped cracking there. Glancing around, she finds a different, bland section of wall and moves towards it, still carrying
the sign until she's able to find a solid, good-looking spot and, with a bit more tape, gets it to stick to the wall. She slides
the tape away, her hands places on her hips as she nods at the board, and then waits a moment to find her own name thr
ough the rumpled writing.

Suzuki Kazue, paired with a... Ryosuke Kairan? The name rings absolutely no bells, though she takes in the 'God of Chaos'
title and thinks nothing more of it, not quite knowing a better way to go about finding this God than to just... wait, hon
estly. And so, having done what she found necessary to do, Kazue moves out of the way of the board so others can look a
t it again and proceeds to make her way off to the side, finding a vacant seat and taking it.

It's louder here, but not bad. She can hear the excited buzz of the students, overlapped with a nervous intensity. She kno
ws she cannot fail whatever God ends up with her, cannot disappoint them no matter what. Kazue pulls a miniature sketc
hbook out of her bag and settles further into the chair, spinning a pencil into her hand before introducing it to the paper.

It was a nice scene, she thought, and one that would be fun to take to paper while she had the time to do so.

[`kosmic]

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xxxxTalk about starting the first day off with a bang. Who's idea was it again to create an academy and bring together a bunch of big macho Gods who swore they were the strongest? A great idea, really, she couldn't have thought of anything better. Just as she had turned away and began to walk further from them, another loud crack of thunder shook the building followed by a loud crash and several gasps around the arena. "Enough already... with the thunder," she whined under her breath, hands rubbing at her arms as she tried to rid herself of the goosebumps that covered her skin now. However, it was clear she wasn't talking only about the weather but also the current conflict happening. Geez, she really hated this weather. Finally, now stopped in her tracks, Dominika whipped around to survey the scene between the two Gods once more. They had managed to break the announcement board── wonderful. They've also managed to catch the attention of pretty much every student in the arena. However, taking a closer look, the student who wore a mask didn't seem to be fighting back in any way; not even verbally. Was he just the poor victim of a really angry God of Weather, or perhaps he started something and was afraid to finish it? It was almost too hard to tell, almost. There was very little, if at all, movement afterwards... just a lot of staring and silence between the two males. Which that alone was enough to tell Domi, and probably many others, that there was definitely some inner battles within that God of Weather that triggered this event. However, nobody was willing to step forward and break them apart, probably afraid that the angered God would turn on them if they did. Domi included. Deep down, she hoped this would be the end of it and things would settle down from here; would the god really continue to fight even if the other wasn't willing to defending himself? It seemed her prayers were answered, this time anyways. The altercation had ended just as quickly as it had started. The sudden shout of the orange-haired God sounded similar to his thunder, a slight frown forming on her lips as she watched him leave the building; there was definitely something going on with him.

xxxxLetting out another sigh, Domi turned away just as some students rushed forward to help the poor God who had suffered the wrath of the other. And just like that, the crowd began to disperse and it was as if nothing had happened. Sad, really. Although, she could still overhear the heated argument between the blonde male and the brunette; she thought she might've recognized one but it was hard to tell. She knew a lot of people. Deciding to also leave that one alone, she walked forward once more, glancing around to see if she could find anyone who may know the whereabouts of her God partner for this stupid upcoming exam. She figured she would find and introduce herself to him, and then go to her dorm to unpack. Finding a group of three girls, it was hard to tell if they were Goddess' or familiars though, Dominika began to walk toward them. Their laughter and gossip, probably about the fight just moments ago, stopped as Domi approached them and offered a slight smile. "Hi, sorry to interrupt. I was just hoping one of you may know who Kusuriko Endo is? The God of Death?" she asked, keeping her golden smile. Though, the reaction she received wasn't at all what she was expecting, her smile disappearing and brows knitting together. "The God of Death? You mean the guy that just got beat up?" one replied, followed by her trying to stifle her laugh. "Don't tell me, is he your partner for the exam? Good luck," another added on; angering beginning to bubble within the familiar. 'Calm down... it's the first day' she had to keep reminding herself. Clearing her throat, Domi studied the three girls: "Thank you anyways," before turning away and walking away. "Well at least we know who will be failing this exam," she heard one say, followed by a fit of giggles. Dominika just rolled her eyes.

xxxxSo, that was it then? The God she had been searching for this whole time was right there the entire time, except he was getting beat up by the God of Weather. As she walked back toward the scene of it all, she began to wonder if right now would be an appropriate time to introduce herself; the last thing he probably cared about right now was meeting his temporary partner. But then again, maybe finding each other would take some stress off his shoulders? He wouldn't have to worry about finding her later. Lifting her eyes, amethyst irises focused on the brown-haired male who was now being helped up by two others, probably heading to the nurses office soon. The familiar found herself hesitating at the sight, but quickly pushed herself toward them, figuring it was easier to get it out of the way now. "Hi... uh, Kusuriko?" she spoke up, voice soft yet loud enough for them to hear. Glistening eyes studied the God before her; he was obviously hurt and in a weak state, probably still in shock. "Um, are you okay?" she then asked, but silently cursed herself for such a stupid question; no, he obviously wasn't okay. "Don't answer that... that was a dumb question," she then said, scratching at her cheek momentarily. Ah, shoot, back to the subject. "Sorry! I'm Dominika, your partner for the exam. It's a pleasure to meet you," she finally got out, bending at her waist slightly out of instinct when it came to introducing herself to Gods. Straightening out once more, she offered a small smile, "I'm assuming you guys are heading to the nurses, I'll let you guys go then. I hope you feel better soon," she then told him, and just like that Domi left the group of both Gods and familiars. She didn't want to stop him any longer than that.

xxxxWith that out of the way, she figured it was probably safe now to go check out her dorm and meet her dorm mates. Making her way through the crowd, it a lot smaller than before, Dominika headed out of the building. Crap, it was still raining. Though, that wasn't much of a surprise. Lucky for her, she found the umbrella she had used earlier when first entering the building. Opening it and holding it over her head, the familiar began to quickly make her way toward the dorm building for the girls'. It didn't take too long, but she was still freezing by the time she arrived, her small body shivering as she entered and shook her umbrella off. Walking further in, she spotted another announcement board, walking toward it and eyes searching it over. She found her name next to a Murasaki and Kasumi. She didn't know them either, oh well. Dominika found her room relatively quick, using the key to unlock it and enter. It was huge, and they even had their own separate bedrooms which was nice. The girl quickly noted that the lights were already on and the air had been disturbed, meaning someone was already here. Not just someone... someone and their animal companion. Amethyst eyes narrowed in on the black-haired girl and the shiba inu cuddled up next to her on the couch, Domi suddenly exhausted from the amount of excitement in one day. "A... dog? Interesting, thought they weren't aloud here," she then spoke up, shrugging her shoulders as she walked further into the dorm. However, she didn't have anything against dogs so she wasn't complaining too much. "I'm Dominika, or Domi for short," she introduced herself, now not too far from the other familiar.

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spacerDamn. That was the only response Kasumi had to the scene. Definitely staying out of his way, she resolved. It was difficult to find the familiar admitting weakness without complaint. Here though, there was no doubt that the god of weather was a tad unstable and very powerful. She'd likely get thrown around like a ragdoll if she ever butted heads with him. Still, it wouldn't stop her from speaking her mind, so it'd be better to avoid him.

spacerWith that spectacle over, the crowd began to thin out─ somewhat. Students still arrived and lingered, whispers filling the enclosure. She skimmed her email once more, realizing that she did have something to do: move into her dorm. Groaning at the downpour of rain that had recently begun, she sifted through her tote bag for an umbrella. She came up empty, causing her to mutter a few choice words. Should she have brought an umbrella? Maybe. Was it supposed to rain today though? No.

spacerIf she had read with care, she might have realized that the school staff could have moved in her belongings for her. But, she hadn't, so she had to book it through the rain while carrying a suitcase and bag. Her tote was fine; it was a simple fix to tuck it in her jacket to keep it dry. It was her suitcase wheels that got stuck on the various cracks and pebbles in the ground. Each little bump fuelled her growing annoyance. By the time she reached the dorms, her blood wasn't quite boiling, but it was simmering. She wasn't a wildfire of rage yet, but she was definitely a smouldering pile of coal. Any other inconveniences would likely ignite an ember or two. Hiding under the front entrance's canopy, she wrung out her hair and took off her hairband as well. She pushed her bangs out of her face as well, trying to wipe the water off her face. It kept dripping into her eyes, but her soaked sleeves only added to the wetness. That's just my luck, isn't it? Looking like a drowned rat for first impressions, she brooded. It didn't help that her face had adopted an irritated scowl.

spacerAfter a hasty trip to the announcement board, featuring an awkward stance to stay out of the office staff's sight, she made her way to her room. She would be living with two other familiars: Murasaki and Dominika. Their last names rang some bells. The Japanese pureblood families were pretty well-known, at least amongst each other. It didn't mean much for Kasumi though. Much like her, the Kumagai family wasn't good at retaining relationships with others. Chances are they wouldn't know each other well.

spacerThe door let out a quiet click when she opened it. Judging by the droplets of water on the floor, she guessed one of her roommates had made it up already. Kasumi was not at all eager to have whoever it was her in this state though. She twisted her hair into a low bun, hoping to hide how soaked it was, and hung up her jacket to dry. She tried to pop inside a bedroom as fast as possible, but unfortunately, the early bird was already on the couch. Actually, there were two of them. Even better. One was tall and slender, with long, black hair, and the other was shorter, with lighter... "Hold on, is that a dog? Hell yeah!" Her last thoughts were verbal. She was surprised to say the least, but the shiba inu was cute, adorable, beautiful, and that was all that mattered. Screw the pet policy! If the school had one that is, not like she had read the rules religiously. Her earlier mood had somewhat dissipated. Gone was her exasperated frown and glare, replaced with an expression that could just barely be described as pleasant.

spacerHer outburst of energy didn't last long though. She became painfully aware of her situation, standing in the middle of the room, drenched and creating puddles on the floor. Plus, her first interaction with her roomates was her gushing about a dog. Kasumi didn't know how to go on. She hadn't planned on saying much, especially when she had no clue what the other two were like. It wasn't like her to be so talkative, if her eight words could even be called that. Being the one to initiate and lead a conversation was foreign to her.

spacer"Hi, I'm Kasumi," she finally spit out. "I'm gonna go get changed, one sec." She was well aware that she sounded like a weak and nervous mess, and she hated it. She chose the nearest bedroom, which happened to be the smallest one. Luckily, it was right to her liking: cozy, but roomy enough at the same time. She slapped her belongings on the bed and changed into the provided gym uniform. She'd need to wear it for the exams later anyways; putting it on now would save her some time later. A chill went through her body and as a last thought, she snatched a hoodie to wear from her suitcase. When she returned to the communal living room, Kasumi sat down cross-legged in an armchair, hands bundled up inside her sleeves. That was the worst introduction I've ever done, sorry you had to hear that, was along the lines of what she wanted to say. However, she kept silent and waited for the other familiars to speak. If their next words were filled with intense judgement, so be it. After all, if Kasumi was them, she would have made a snarky comment or two. Or at least some raised eybrows.