[Elena Thorne]

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Today was as good a time as any.

It was a few days after that Team Combat class, and as far as she knew there wasn’t a person on campus that actually had a class on Saturdays. It seemed like they had almost exactly the same schedules, though she did hear some rumors that some people had to take some additional classes if they didn’t know how to read and write and stuff like that. She didn’t exactly know when those classes were, but at the end of the day she had to pick some kind of time to rent all the equipment and shit and decided Saturday was as good a time as any.

There was this big common area of in the girl’s dorm that was rarely, if ever used. It had a lot of space and a big old flat screen TV there, and with some asking around Elena was able to fill up most of it with a decent amount of stuff. There was a nice special at the local grocery store so she was able to get the plastic cups and snacks and soft drinks pretty cheaply in bulk. Chips, those cheese stick things, and a bunch of other things that she wasn’t really sure what they were but were cheap lined some fold-out tables she had gotten from facilities. It was amazing how much shit they had lying around in closets on campus if you just asked nicely.

In front of the TV was some dance pads with some sort of dance game where you stepped on arrows or something – she rented it from a game store because she liked the packaging on it. It looked super flashy on the packaging, so why the hell not? As long as it wasn’t destroyed or anything the cost wouldn’t be that much, either. There were a couple of card games that she found in the closets too that she stacked on top of each other in the corner with some board games as well, because they weren’t doing a lot of good just sitting there and collecting dust. One of the games that looked particularly interesting was basically just people drawing cards of characters and traits and arguing which one would win in a fight. She had pulled out one set just to see what was there and got ‘an adorable talking cat’ that was ‘wielding a large silver revolver’ and also ‘had a boomerang’. The opponent would have been a ‘demon butler’ armed with ‘a chainsaw death scythe’ who also ‘had a nosebleed’.

Elena would put her money on the talking cat with the range, depending on distance, but it would be a fun sort of exercise to get people talking if people wanted to engage with that. This was the secondary common area so didn’t get much traffic, but she did send a message through the student chat to see if she could drum up some interest. At the end of the day even if nobody came there was nobody on this planet that could say she didn’t at least attempt to socialize with these people, and thus any guilt at not knowing anyone would be assuaged completely. One social event organized a year was good enough for her, and it was good to get it out of the way early while the bar was still insanely low. It couldn’t be the worst social gathering if there were no other ones to compare it to, eh?

The message fired off in public chat was as follows:

Hey guys! I got together some snacks, drinks, and a couple games over in the ground floor common room in the girl’s dorm if anyone wanted to come and hang out. I feel like we haven’t had any kind of social outing to get to know each other outside of beating each other up, and I thought this might be as good a time as any. Anyone’s welcome to come, just wanted the opportunity to get to know everyone a bit better. (:

Her name would be attached to the message that was sent like every message sent through that channel, so she didn’t have to worry about tagging herself or anything. Elena actually went through the effort to look mostly like a human today just in case people actually did want to show up with a brown suede jacket alongside a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans with the knees all torn up for that grungy look that made it look like you didn’t care but you actually did care because you bought the jeans pre-torn up and it didn’t make much sense but was fashionable? Oh, and black boots too. She always preferred wearing boots because it made footsteps feel like they mattered, like you were stepping down with authority and not with all the force of a hummingbird setting down on a window sill somewhere. With a good set of boots, footsteps were audible and people could hear you coming.

Brown hair was done up in a ponytail as the girl flipped up another set of cards in that fictional fight game. The first one was a ‘Boy Band’ that were ‘riding a hoverboard’ and ‘armed with nun chucks’. The second one was a ‘zombie’ with a ‘skunk on a stick’ who was ‘riding a depressed centaur’. She hoped if anyone else joined in the fights would be less lopsided than this one, because the combination of a zombie and a centaur were obviously going to beat the shit out of a boy band with hoverboards. Nun chucks were melee weapons and they would have to get into bite range of the zombie to use them at all. If the centaur decided to do literally anything – and it probably would because getting smacked with nun chucks would be annoying as hell – the boy band would be completely wiped out in no time at all. Easiest argument to be made ever.

Maybe she should have made a sign to make it easier to find the room. She knew damn well that some of her classmates were directionally challenged, and she wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of finding those people out in the woods somewhere trying to find the mythical ‘girl’s dorm’ and instead falling off the mountain or something equally ridiculous.

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OOC Note: This thread has no posting order. The only rule in it is that no NPCs are allowed. This is an opportunity for students to get to know each other IC, and creating nameless NPCs for your character to hang out with instead would defeat the purpose.

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[Niraya Platinum]

Niraya Platinum
When snow falls, Nature listens.

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Niraya was sitting outside enjoying the sun...what little there was. it was pretty cloudy this time of year so she didn't get to enjoy it that much. She had nothing to do on this particular day as her little drone Jixie was busy cleaning out its internal memory and defragmenting itself. you know the usual PC stuff. Niraya lets out a sigh. "Why today of all days do I have to be this bored...maybe I will go visit the guys at the forge." It's at that point her phone rings out signaling a message.

She sits up and looks at her phone. It was on the public threads for the student's someone was wanting everyone to get together. It sounded interesting. Though she was a little intimidated to go over to this party. She hasn't been a part of any social events. She hesitates as she thinks about going or not. After coming to a decision she stands up and dusts herself off. "Come on Niraya it just a social gathering. You heard of these things before. no harm no foul right? besides you have a formal outfit for the occasion right...wait...do I?" She thinks for a bit. "oh yea I have that...does it still fit?" She was thinking about a kimono Zerul had gotten her some years ago when she was little.

She heads back to the girl's dorms and up to her room. She checks up on Jixie who was still doing its process to clean up internal memory. She begins looking for this gift She kept it secure in a special wooden box as it was one of the few things that were given to her. She finds the box under the bed and upon opening it she is greeted with a beautiful red and white kimono. and surprisingly it was her size. Guess Zerul was just planning ahead...or maybe these kimono's were more one size fits all. She pushes aside those thoughts and gets dressed for the occasion.

She was struggling as she wasn't sure how kimono's worked but a quick online search helped alleviate some of her problems. After it was on snuggly she checks the mirror and a blush comes across her face. "Come on Niraya. You look good you can do this. Its probably not that many people anyways." She takes a deep breath and calms down. "Right...which room?" She checks her phone it was the extra room in the back that was empty for the most part. She puts away her phone and heads out locking her room door behind her and heading down to the first floor.

She arrives at the room and hesitates in front of the door. her hand was shaking as it hovered just over to the handle. "Come on Niraya...you have faced grimm. survived on your own for years. you can do this." She takes another deep breath and opens the door. Upon entering the room she sees it was set up for a party. a long table in the back covered is various snacks and drinks. to one side was a TV with a dance pad setup. the rest of the room was left mostly empty to allow people to socialize a bit.

Niraya sees the only person in the room, Elena Thorne. Niraya bows to her. "Greeting My name is Niraya...are you the one that set this social event up?" Niraya had tilted her head as she asked this. She looks around the room again and sure enough Elena and Niraya were the only ones there at the moment. "I...guess i'm early?" Niraya sounded nervous at this. It was prety obvious this was a little uncomforting to her.

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[Rosario Rosada]

"Let's have some fun while we still can, huh honey?"

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Ros was actually a people person.

As in, he enjoyed hanging out with people and went out of his way to enjoy people.

Saturday. He enjoyed the weekends. More of a time to put off his daily responsibilities, not that he ever really cared to keep up with them anyway. He yawned, adjusting his casual black beanie as he headed off to every man’s dream land, the girl’s dorm.

Hm… That Elena girl, Shadowcat. Cute. Cattish. Brunette. Good qualities, the worst thing about her was her apparent try-hard but self-conscious personality. A hard worker. Rosario wasn’t a fan but she still had a nice face. He liked to see it flustered. She had a cute pouty face, probably.

Apparently she really was trying hard to make friends. Ros didn’t like making friends because normally people getting close was just people getting way too close. Yet, his Saturdays were normally boring and free so he was just going to have some fun.

Whistling a tune he had heard some before, he stretched out his arms behind him. He was in his more casual attire. White jacket with the decorative dark blue and pink trim, the back had a large version of his own personal logo, a heart with layered outlines and spikes. His bottom half had fitted black slacks and his shoes were the same color with pink accents to match his hair. To most, everyone could see that Ros had his own sense of style. Loud, much like his personality.

Looking to the common room, Ros poked his head in and gave a little giggle.

“Yo, yo~! Hey Shadowcat! Oh, and there’s a little Sparky here too huh?”

Casually entering, he gave a wave to announce his presence. Elena was nearby playing one of those weird mix and match card games, and it seemed that Niraya had just arrived. Ros easily recognized the Faunus girl and she was as adorable as ever. Being apparently the only male there as of yet, it seemed that Ros had the two gals to himself.

Walking in without waiting for other greeting, looking down at the cards laid freely on the table. “Oh! Oh! I know this game!” And with the way he said his words, it was nearly obvious that he had little idea of how to actually play the game. He picked up a few cards, making a weird hand of his own. He looked down to what was already laid down on the table, neon eyes toying scanning over the cards played. To anyone else, and Ros included, it seemed like a bunch of nonsense, centaurs? Nunchucks? Boybands? It was defintely the kind of chaotic nonsense that Ros loved to play around with.

Ros laid down a trio of cards of his own. “Ehe… lesse here! How about lizardman with a flamethrower on with rocket surfboard!” His hand was something he appeared to have complete confidence in… before he burst out laughing once again. “Oh my gosh… who comes up with this?” Lifting up his black beanie, he scratched his head, exposing his naturally pink locks.

He looked to Elena, assuming that she actually knew the rules of the game because he sure as hell didn’t.

“So uh, who wins?”

WC 539 || TWC 539
Elena Thorne Niraya Platinum

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 996 | twc: 996 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] Despite the rocky start of classes during the first few weeks, Qiu'li was slowly becoming a proper student, sort of. After the events that had transpired during the first weeks, Qiu'li realized that what he had expected on how little he knew and how much he actually didn't know were on two completely different planes of existence. Social etiquette, basic manners, how to talk and conduct themselves between peers, adults, and strangers. Although some of these things seemed obvious or trivial to Qiu'li, there was a lot that he hadn't known either. In short, it would be a long and winded road for him. While recovering in the infirmary after the team battle, Qiu'li had more or less come to terms with how wide the gap was between his current level of strength and what his 'ideal' strength was. In the meantime, he was slightly upset at the fact that he was prohibited from participating in combat classes for the week. Bummer, though at least he was permitted to spectate. Though he received something else as a result that he had not anticipated. The worn textbook that Qiu'li had found in his weapons locker, after being notified that he had a weapons locker to begin with, was something he treasured and guarded since (though he still tends to keep his Panlong on his person since it took up little space). It contained detailed notes, advice, and various other tidbits that Qiu'li studied diligently. It was a great transition to being able to live comfortably outside of Forever Fall, though there was a couple minor issues. Well, one major issue really: Qiu'li's vocabulary sucked. A lot. There were many words that he didn't know. Terminology, lingo, and other various forms of phrases and metaphors that he didn't understand well. He got by with the small number of words that he knew as well as the diagrams provided. Up until now he hadn't needed much trouble with this issue since Requests could be explained by the name of the Requester, professors often read things out to him without needing for him to read himself, and anything else that he didn't understand was explained by Flower during their study sessions. Such is the case again as Qiu'li was making his way to her room. Flower didn't answer her Scroll earlier when he tried to contact her, therefore he presumed that she was away from her Scroll or something. Most nights he would spend paging through the textbook and now a lot of his free time outside of Requests and classes were spent studying the material from the textbook, or at least as much of it as he understood. There were some terms that he didn't understand once again, and he decided to pay her room a visit. For educational reasons, of course. He wore his uniform more often, though he preferred to keep the Academy's blazer in his room unless he had to go to class. Therefore, he was dressed in the standard dress shirt, pants, and shoes, which he learned to dress to himself based on the textbook. His worn, tribal clothing and armor was hung up and rested on a hook near his bedside for easy access, though given his condition, it seemed like Qiu'li wouldn't be wearing it for a while. As he entered the female dormitories, Qiu'li decided to walk and read the textbook at the same time. Perhaps there was something he missed earlier and rereading could allow him to understand it. Nope. Didn't seem so. Urgh... Qiu'li furrowed his brow, his signature scowl only growing deeper as frustration settled in. No matter, he was sure Flower could explain it to her. He was particularly engrossed in trying to figure it out though, so much so that by the time Qiu'li stopped in front of where he had guessed Flower's room was and knocked on the door. Right. One of the first things that he learned in the textbook. Knocking before entering, especially when it came to a female's room, was essential to display politeness and to respect one's privacy. Though upon knocking, it seemed like the door opened on it's own. Strange, perhaps she stepped out briefly? Or rather she could have simply left it open for visitors. Either way, his eyes went back onto the book to recall what he was stuck on as he entered. "Flower... Do not understand what this is. Can explain pl-" His sentence was cut short as he stopped to look up. Qiu'li looked around and was met with a room decorated with strange things. There were cups, a large television with some kind of flashing devices attached... A 'game,' was it? A table with cards, food, and people. Oh- it was Niraya dressed in an elaborate looking dress and Ros, his former opponent during the combat class. Right. Qiu'li recalled a message being sent earlier about some kind of social gathering, except he was still unconfident about going out to socialize. His eyes locked with what he presumed to be the host of the party with his signature gaze. Her name was Elena, based on the message sent earlier. Ah, right, the proper thing to do when entering one's room by mistake was to apologize and leave briskly, right? Though it was a party, and she was inviting everyone to 'hang out.' Aside from the fact that Qiu'li didn't understand how or what one would 'hang' from inside a dormitory room, he was also unsure about how to respond to this scenario. Does he simply apologize and turn to leave like the book said? Though what if it offended the host, who made this party specifically for others to get to know each other? His mind was doing somersaults like he normally would as he wracked his brains trying to figure out what to do in this scenario. Therefore while he tried to process what to do, he simply stood in the doorway, textbook in mind.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E

[Elena Thorne]

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Social anxiety, thankfully, wasn’t a thing that Elena really experienced these days. All of her anxieties kind of just molded together in this general sort of anxiety, so she could honestly say social interactions didn’t bother her anymore because most things induced some level of anxiety… especially in the first days in a new place. It took her a bit to adjust and get settled into a routine, and it would probably be a month or so total before she completely got her bearings and felt completely comfortable at Haven.

Once everything fell into a comfortable sort of routine that she could just not think about and set her brain on autopilot, things would get a heck of a lot easier. The initial rush of people started, with the first student to arrive being the tall as hell fox faunus she had seen tinkering with little robot things in some classes. As Niraya bowed and introduced herself, Elena awkwardly held out her hand… not really processing the bow and doing the wrong thing in response. ”Nice to formally meet you, Niraya, I’m Elena!” she said enthusiastically, knowing damn well she’d forget a name that difficult in about five seconds flat and cursing herself in advance for it.

The second to arrive was Rosario, who honestly had that ‘party boy that probably sells drugs on the side’ vibe. He made a point in showing how cool and rebellious he was, which tended to mean that he cared a lot about seeming cool. That wasn’t really a knock, because lots of people wanted to seem cool and a lot of them actually were. She didn’t have any issue at all with legitimate parties or drugs, really, because she believed that people should be able to live life as they saw fit. It was just that most people didn’t… uh, advertise the fact that they were alternative and stuff like that quite so much as he seemed to.

The guy strutted in like he owned the place and declared that he knew the game that Elena had set out, which was actually really cool. She didn’t realize it was popular or anything and the fact that someone recognized it was a super good sign going forward and… the look on his face when he drew some cards made it pretty obvious he didn’t know the game and was just saying it. Momentary disappointment, but a good recovery as she helped him save some face by not pointing it out! Quite frankly, someone like Rosario was bound to know what a lot of people were up to and all the cool shit that happened around campus because there was definitely a certain type of person that would flock to someone like him – or rather the type of person he projected as.

People tend to talk most freely to the people who aren’t perceived as threats, so someone like him would have a lot more information than someone that most of the class actively saw as competition like that brown-haired guy who won the tournament or whatever. Actually, just the reminder that the guy existed was enough to mentally shift her perception of Rosario just a little bit – he didn’t care more about seeming cool than at least some others and hit a happy balance. He didn’t take it to the logical extreme like that dude did. Blue eyes lit up as she forced her focus back on the present to get talking so the initial jitters would wear off once the pink haired boy chose his starting hand.

”Oh, I’ve never actually played but read the rules. Apparently each person draws three and then argues why their person should win, and everyone who doesn’t draw decides who wins in a fight to the death. The default location is uh...” brief pause to open the booklet to check. ”The City of Vale.”

”We got Niraya here who can judge easy peasy. She has a cool little robot so obviously she’s smart enough to pick a winner, yeah?”

”You got a lizardman with a flamethrower on a rocket surfboard, and I got…” slight pause to draw cards and… ”A mad scientist who throws bears and is riding a motorcycle – who would obviously win. First of all, the dude’s clearly strong as heck. He’s literally riding a motorcycle while also throwing bears, that is plural – so he has a bunch of bears he’s just chucking around with this insane strength – with the dexterity to also steer the motorcycle with his knees.” She mimed the action of riding a motorcycle steering only with her knees and picking something large and heavy from the ground an throwing it.

As she did so, she noticed the guy who got injured at the door just kind of staring awkwardly like everyone in the room was an alien or something. For the life of her she couldn’t remember his name – something like Leon or Leonard or Landon – it was something with an ‘L’ noise in it somewhere. ”Come on in, we don’t bite!” she offered, flashing a smile as she did so. ”Just playing one of the card games I found in one of the storage closets.” she noted before turning back to her pink-haired opponent and continued rattling off reasons why her side would win without missing a beat.

“Rocket surfboards are cool, yeah, but I’ll take the dude strong enough to throw bears and the group of bears on this one. The lizard guy would either get mauled by the bears or like ripped in half when this scientist built like some sort of action figure comes in and like rips them in half. Think about it this way – the lizard man’s going to run out of flamethrower ammo sometime and there’s no limit here on the amount of bears thrown. Angry horde of bears angry at having their fur singed? I know where I’m putting my money. Sure, you can hide for a while because Vale is pretty big but an army of bears is something you can’t get away from forever. This shit’s overpowered, to be honest, I’d love to be able to throw an infinite number of bears from a motorcycle.”

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[Niraya Platinum]

Niraya Platinum
When snow falls, Nature listens.

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Niraya looks at Elena who held out her hand when Niraya bowed to her. "Uh, it's nice to meet you, Elena." Niraya shakes her hand. It's at this point that others started to enter the room. Ros was the first to enter. He gave off a bad boy kind of vibe. it kinda irritated Niraya, to be honest. Walking around like he owns the place. no sign of him being humble at all.

He walks over to the table with the card games and plays something. A lizard on a hoverboard with a flamethrower. that is an interesting combo. but a fight to the death. the person he was fighting would need to be burned to death at that point. Niraya was staying silent her nervousness getting the best of her. Then Elena asked Niraya to judge the game. In her shock, her ears stood upon her head and her tail darts upwards. "I...Ugh...o-Ok." She was not ready to be put on the spot like that.

Elena played her set and it was a mad scientest throwing bear and riding a motorcycle. an impressive feat to say the least. The lizardman would have a hard time hurting the mad scientest since most flamethrowers were either gas based or oil based. the oil one would be a problem for the scentest but if it was gas based there isn't much in the way of continuous damage, unlike the oil one as it sticks to people.

Niraya was going to say something but her nervousness was holding her back...that and she heard a knock at the door. Niraya turns around to see a familiar looming figure. "Qui'li?" Elena didn't skip a beat an invited him in. Niraya sighs and tries to relax but her nervousness still showed. her ears laid flat on her head and her tail was wrapped around her. "Well...i...guess the Scientest wins. Ursa is bear Grimm and they are resilient to fire. and the chance of the lizard man having the deadlier version of the flame thrower is slim and doesn't guarantee he could land a decent amount of harm on something that can move quickly on a motorcycle."

Niraya sighs hoping she made the right call. Why did she have to be so nervous about this? She walks over to the refreshments and gets herself a drink hoping it would ease her nervousness. She just stands next to the table sipping on her drink unsure what to do. "maybe it was a bad idea to come after all." she says this under her breath.

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[Caelum Ashworth]

It sucked to be sent back to the dorms just because there was no work for him to do at the shop he usually frequented. His only problem with being a student at Haven Academy, if he could at all call it that, was he could not take normal jobs in the city. He would go to certain shops and establishment on his free afternoons and nights to see if there was anything odd they needed to be done, but luck was a rare match with Caelum nowadays. Saturdays were his hope, but even today decided he had to pass his time with something else other than working.

Well, he could as well go back to the school and slice a few imaginary enemies in half, he guessed. That was not quite how he imagined his day to go, especially because that did not yield him money, but that would have to do. Anything was better than sitting around in his dorm room, doing nothing. Anything...

Ping.

Without looking at his phone, Caelum knew this was not the anything he wished for.

Reading the message on his scroll that came from one of the students in his class, he just stared, and then, without anything better to do, just stared some more. He was not exactly the social butterfly, to say the least, so gatherings like this were not on his to-do list. He liked to make friends and have friends but... pointlessly getting together for the sake of getting to know a bunch of others he knew he would forget the names of sounded rather counter-productive. But the letters were glaring back at him from the screen, and it was the little smiley at the end of the message that did him in.

Gosh darn it for all heavens.

Before going back to the dorms, he stopped at a bakery to get a box full of neatly decorated cupcakes of various flavors, because he remembered his manners and what his mother had beaten into his thick skull. He needed to bring something when he went to a social gathering, even if someone else already took their time to prepare snacks and drinks. He sighed, holding the white box in a hand as he stepped toward the designated common room as if he was walking to his own hanging.

He wore a blue button-up with its sleeves tucked up to his elbows, black ironed pants, and his orange embroidered necktie. The usual get-up. There was no point in changing into anything else on his way. He had his straps across his shoulders, but his holsters were left in his own room for the day – as attached as he was to them, people did not quite like to see it on him when doing some work around a convenience store.

The first thing he noticed was the sound coming from the common room even before he managed to look inside. The unmistakable buzzing of people talking to each other could be heard, and that was enough to tell Caelum he was at the right spot. He would have checked right away too, if it wasn’t for some other student blocking the view.

“Do not just stand there, go in.” Was how he addressed the person standing in the doorway. His voice was calm, void of any kind of annoyance or harshness that would indicate he was bothered by Qiu’li blocking the entrance. Turquoise eyes looked the person up and down before trying to maneuver past him in case he decided to just keep standing there instead of stepping inside. Not that he couldn’t see above their head anyway, but it was always easier to see from the front rather than creeping up behind someone else to see.

The gathering was exactly how he imagined it after reading the message of the student named Elena. There were only a bunch of people around, board games ready to be played, TV set for the same purposes, snacks and drinks waiting to be devoured. Inside were two girls and a boy other than the one standing in the doorway. He assumed, understandably, that one of them must have been “Elena”, though he had a fifty-fifty chance of guessing which one. Actually, make it eighty-twenty. He would have placed ten bucks on the girl that just kept talking, giving the impression she knew full well the game she seemed so focused on. The other girl seemed to be more awkward, while the pinkette just radiated a breezy assurance. The atmosphere seemed, as of now, completely soothing.

It was so ordinary, so normal that Caelum felt nauseous.

“Delivery.” He said matter-of-factly, slightly rocking the box from one side to the other as if that would make it gather more attention. “Did anyone order cupcakes?”

He knew no one did. He was fine with others thinking the box was from a random person who did not attend the gathering. He would not correct them if they assumed as such, although he might shake his head or even deny if they accused him of buying them himself.

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[Flower Fiorella]

❝What do your eyes see?❞

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Flower was at her sewing machine. She checked back to a notebook, checking the notes and figures for the outfit she was making.

It was a cosplay. Gemma Sailor Star. Specifically the Shining Princess outfit. Colored white, pink with grey trim. She was Flower’s favorite Sailor Star. Her actress, Iris LaBella, was going to appear a fan convention in Mistral. Flower was just putting the finishing touches on her outfit. The ribbons had been hard to try and fit together, but she was just now adding the final bits of trim. The convention was at the end of the month, so Flower had plenty of time to finish it. But it was the weekend now, so she had the free time.

She had some appropriate music playing with her headphones, the Sailor Star theme on loop. Hearing Gemma Sailor say ‘It’s time to Princess Shine!’ for likely the upteenth time in a row, Flower took a break from her sewing to look at her scroll.

There was a message on it from Qiu’li.

Flower blinked. She hadn’t remembered saying she wanted to meet up to study this weekend. Of course though, thanks to Instructor Shadecloak, the foreigner from Forever Fall was finally starting to integrate himself into modern society. She sat back in her chair, crossing her legs in front of her. She also had another notification. She tilted her head, tapping at the message.

A party?

Well, if Qiu’li wanted to learn more about social conventions, maybe that was really the best place to try and start. She looked at the timestamp, the gathering would have started by now. And Qiu’li… if he really had wanted to come to her room also should have been there by now. She wondered if he had gotten lost. It wasn’t an impossibility. While the man could have parkoured easily in the woods or across rooftops, navigating the school campus wasn’t something quite in his skill set just yet.

Sorry. I was sewing. o(_ _;o)
How about we meet at the party downstairs? Girls dorm. First floor.
I have to get ready still, meet me there! ヾ(｡･ω･｡)

She stood up. She looked down, realizing that she hadn’t even changed out of her pajamas for the day. She wasn’t really expecting to go anywhere that day either. Well, plans always changed.

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The outfit was slightly different than normal.

Her hair was done up in poofy twintails. Some free strands framed her face in messy bangs, the layers of her grey hair still showed some patches of darker lavender. She wore a large dark sweater with some slight ruffles at the collar. Her bottom half was simply a pair of short grey shorts and her usual dark combat boots with light laces. Some matching jewelry there and to tie it together was her usual dark ribbon tied neatly around her neck.

She was walking down the hallway, already hearing that there was some commotion down there on the first floor. Flower blinked, seeing that Qiu’li was the doorway. Along with another young man, presumably, a student, dressed rather sharply. She looked to Qiu’li, though he seemed to be looking into the room. Textbook in hand, the girl simply walked over to him, apparently not caring so much if she was next to the strange boy either.

She tapped Qiu’li on the shoulder. She waved without saying anything, violet eyes looking to his dark orbs. Her signature blank gaze. A greeting hello would have already been saying a bit much. They were familiar enough with each other that those kinds of recognitions were plain.

She looked a bit into the room, seeing that a trio were already in there. Elena. The girl who sent the text. Niraya. That Fox Faunus who enjoyed robots. And Rosario, the pink haired troublemaker. She gave a short wave to all of them as well.

She then turned to the young man who apparently had cupcakes. Flower tilted her head at the announcement. She hadn’t realized that she was hungry that day. There was food in the room too, nothing particularly healthy but she was fine with not being healthy on a weekend day. Violet eyes stared blankly at the boy with the box.

Cupcakes…

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 720 | twc: 1716 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] Ah, it seemed like Qiu'li was caught in a trap. A frontal assault from the host, offering a friendly invitation with an extended hand and a comedic line. There was no way to escape without seeming rude to Elena as well as the participants. In addition, his only method of escape was blocked off by a light-grey haired man wielding a box of what smelled like baked treats. A pincer attack! A precarious situation, though it seems like he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate. Qiu'li nodded to the grey-haired one and gave a brief apology before stepping inside. "Qiu'li apologizes.." He mumbled as he stepped to the side, closer towards the table with food and drinks. The student's tone of voice was calm, soothing almost. He was glad that it didn't seem like he was terribly annoyed by his aloofness, though he hadn't seen this student before. Perhaps he hadn't noticed him during the class introductions, though Qiu'li supposed that he would most likely see him later on. Seems like he would have to meet up with Flower later. He supposed he could mingle a bit, perhaps talk to Niraya too. Ah, it seemed like Elena had invited Niraya over to the game to make a judgement call on their card game. He didn't know the rules of the game or how it functioned, but the scenarios that were stated were amusing to say the least. At least, the ones that he understood. Qiu'li recalled that it's been a while since he last ate; reading had taken up most of his time as well as practicing the study sheets that Flower meticulously made for him. Speaking of which, Qiu'li locked eyes with Flower just as he had stepped in too. He hadn't noticed it earlier but Qiu'li could have sworn he felt someone tap his shoulder. While it would be right to assume that it was from the grey-haired one that was standing behind him, Qiu'li was sure that the one who had tapped his shoulder was... a lot shorter. His hunch was right when he saw Flower appear and gave him a small wave. As their eyes met, Qiu'li simply responded with his own unfriendly glare as he waved back before turning to the food table. It semed like Flower was preoccupied with something else at the moment anyways. Approaching the food table, Qiu'li took a look at the assortment of food. It looked like they were mostly bowls and plates of laid out snacks and drinks laid out with a stack of cups. Qiu'li recalled in the book that in a social setting like this, they weren't supposed to take the entire plate of food. That was incredibly rude, no matter how hungry one was. Glancing over, he saw a stack of small disposable plates and picked one up to start piling an assortment of snacks as well as a drink. As he began to eat, Niraya had gotten up from the table and shuffled over to where he was, picking up a drink herself and simply looking around. Qiu'li looked over at her. She seemed rather nervous and uncomfortable based on her posture. Flattened ears and her tail wrapped around her, seems like she was out of place like Qiu'li was in this situation. He continued to eat and drank some water. While he could probably leave quickly now that the cupcake man had stepped out of the way, Qiu'li felt like leaving her here would be just be an unpleasant experience. Glancing around, he finished the meal on his plate and walked up to Niraya to tap on her shoulder. Qiu'li pointed to the television screen with the large arrow-shaped pads on the floor and the flashing lights on the television with flashing texts "DANCE DANCE MEGA MANIA" pulsating across it with loud, upbeat music blaring from it. Qiu'li had no concept of what a 'video game' was though it was pretty obvious that this was some kind of entertainment device intended to be interacted with. "What is that? Game? Niraya play before?" Qiu'li asked as he approached it. Although he had no idea what this was, Qiu'li was certain that Niraya might. She was versed in mechanics so she would probably have a better idea of what it does anyways.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E

[Niraya Platinum]

Niraya Platinum
When snow falls, Nature listens.

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Niraya was so out of place here. she grew up on her own with barely anyone to look up too. She just stands there next to the snack table nervous drinking her soda trying to ease her nervousness with it. She wasn't expecting Qiu'li so she jumped a bit when he tapped her shoulder. "Hi...uh...wh..what?" Qiu'li seemed interested in the dance game on the other side of the room.

Niraya follows him as she finishes off her drink and throws it away in the trash. "uh...its a video game. you basically you play it by stepping on the corresponding button on the floor. This particular game is called Dance Dance Mega Mania." She walks over and checks that everything was hooked up properly and she found nothing wrong so it was ready to be played.

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[Rosario Rosada]

"Let's have some fun while we still can, huh honey?"

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Oh ho? So this was a game all about arguing heh? Rosario liked that. He slouched over casually, neon yellow eyes matched his casual smirk as he took the time to listen to Shadowcat explain so from a cutesy little booklet.

“Ah, Shadowcat, now this sounds like my kind a game! No cheating Sparky, I know I’m irresistible so feel free not to choose me anytime.” He snapped his fingers once, his arrogant words were said to smoothly it was hard to tell whether he was being serious or he really was just joking around. Naturally, that was just the way it was around Ros, hardly anyone could tell the difference. His neon yellow eyes looked to the Fox Faunus. Of course, he noticed her apparent social shortcomings. Her face was all he needed to see. Words said under her breath? He could hear it all.

He let the brunette state her case and really it was all so convincing. He kept up a casual smile, nodding every so often and giving her a ‘hm’ or a ‘yeah’ here and there. It was best to let her go ahead and say all she wanted before he went out his own. He didn’t really care about winning or losing, but surely Shadowcat couldn’t be so certain of her own victory? In the middle of her monologue, suddenly another student showed up to the party. Ros turned his head at the door.

Ah, Samurai Jack.

Rosario gave a welcoming smirk, giving the man a false salute as his other ear still continued listening to Shadowcat ramble on. He could still remember their fight back in combat class. It seemed that the Samurai was all better now. It was odd not seeing him tied at the hip from Robot Girl, but hey, maybe the guy was more independent than Ros gave him credit for. “Yo! Straight Samurai, c’mon and join the party! Promise I won’t send yah to the nurse's’ office this time.” His tone turned sarcastically innocent and he even gave the raven haired young man a wink.

And so it was time for him to come back to the game.

“Oh come on girls, don’t even let a man have a chance to stand up for himself?” Not only was Shadowcat so certain, but she had even convinced Sparky the Faunus to her side. Ros tapped at his chest, tilting his head back and forth in a medium sway.

“See, you’ve got bears and I’ve got a flamethrower? But you never specified what kind of bears, and even if they are Grimm, they’re wild animals no? Wild, feral, mad! But if there’s one thing an animal can’t take down, it’s fire. Uncontrollable, unimaginable flames. Now you say that a flamethrower only has such a limited amount of ammo, but that all depends on what I’m burning. Burn down the whole town, no bears for you to find. Burn down the forest the bears live, no bears for you to find. And who’s to say that those wild bears will listen to what you say? If I’m being thrown around town on fire, I might have it in my to wonder why I’m being thrown around in the first place. Your image of a man on a motorcycle is quite fantastical, but between a motorcycle and a rocket surfboard, who do you think is faster? More maneuverable? And which one can fly? My lizardman could outrun both your motorcycle and your mobs of bears and still use his flamethrower to take down the whole town.” His thoughts seemed scattered, but even Ros’s own fantastical distractions were starting to distract himself. He was smiling the whole time, but even as ridiculous his own arguments seemed to be, he stayed with a smooth voice and tone. The pink haired young man could be talking absolute bull but confidence was key and Ros only radiated it.

“Another thing you’re underestimating… the strength of my lizard man. Well, throwing bears is all fine and dandy but what is a mere mortal versus the mutant lizard? The guy’s probably got a backstory worth a comic book! What’s a bear to a calculating and intelligent man with the abilities of a lizard? Throwing bears? Thinking about throwing elephants! Claws and bear paws mean nothing to a leather hide and and a mauling tail. My lizardman could take down all your bears, an army of bears, and the flamethrower would just be a way to get rid of the carcasses.” Ros paused for dramatic effect, his apparent smooth conclusion all he needed to end his side of the case. Then he only shrugged, bursting out into laughter not a moment too soon. Now that was probably the longest he’d held a somewhat serious conversation about absolutely nothing serious at all.

And it looked like he was just in time for more sweets.

“Ah… cupcakes?!” Ros sat up with a bright smile. He was a kid in a candy store, and he looked to the apparently delivery man. Ros whistled, only once. “And we got ourselves a delivery boy. Oh come now, don’t pretend and be shy.” He waved his hand with a bit of a shrug tacked on, adjusting his black beanie on his pinkette head once again. “We’ve got ourselves a real party now.”

He added his words with a bit of a spice to them. Of course, as he raised his head he saw that there was someone else also entering the room. The Robot Girl herself. “Seems like someone already wants a little Cupcake, huh Cupcake?” Now he didn’t really know who the newcomer, delivery boy was. But Cupcake seemed like the most fitting name for him.

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[Caelum Ashworth]

“It is fine, there is no need to apologize.” He reassured the young man as soon as he stepped aside so Caelum could further walk into the room. The structure of his sentence was somewhat strange, so Caelum quickly deducted he was either a foreigner getting used to the language, or just someone with a less socially normal upbringing. In either case, it won’t be Caelum who makes fun of him for that, and so, his reassurance was said with the same calming tone he talked before.

The card game was getting rather heated at the table, and Caelum had to realize with a somewhat horrified undertone that he knew of the game they were playing. They had it back at home, and his mother used it as a silly motivational game for simulating and helping the development of their tactical sense. The amount of ridiculous solutions they came up with were just insane, and Caelum hated the fact he found the cards on a random social gathering he attended by chance at school. Now to make sure no one noticed he knew it, or he would be roped into playing it. He could only guess that their first round of “fight” was coming to a close, as all the participants have given their two cents about the drawn cards and matches. From the little he heard, the match-up was ridiculous, as always.

The young man that stood in the doorway now went further inside and gravitated toward the faunus girl. Caelum left them to their shenanigans when he was addressed by another person, barely tilting his head toward the pinkette who talked. Holding the box in only one hand, Caelum put his other one on his hip, assuming a slightly more leisure pose than before. He stared at the boy, judging. If he was considered shy, as was told, he had to wonder about the rest of the boy’s vocabulary and general word usage. But instead of commenting in any way, he just rolled his eyes. Right. It was not even worth a comment from him.

Another person appeared in his peripheral vision from the doorway, a girl much smaller than him in casual clothes with a rather unique and personal touch. He tilted his head, as if wondering what exactly she wanted, before he heard the previously dismissed voice again.

Oh no. This one was a smartass.

“It is not Cupcake. My name is Caelum.” He said, voice the same calmness and control as if he was talking to a child rather than an annoying student. He only spared one glance to the annoyance before he turned back to girl, now in full understanding of what she might want. He fiddled with the box’s lid, and after managing to get it off with one hand, he lowered the box so the ashen-haired girl would be able to peek inside.

“Would you like some?” He asked, nudging the colorful sugary little sweets her way, urging her to take whichever she wanted. There were about twelve palm-sized cupcakes, all of them different colors of pastels, some with little stars and pearls made of sugar, others with sliced fruit and cinnamon. All of them had a thin pink and baby-blue paper-wrapping on their side. “There is enough for everyone.” That was said a little louder so the others would know they were addressed as well. If Flower let him keep the box and did not take it from him – in case she liked sweets that much, because it was a possibility –, he would walk around and offer it to the others who were too busy playing their own games to sneak towards the door where he stood.

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[Flower Fiorella]

❝What do your eyes see?❞

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There were quite a few people at this social gathering. Elena, the cute brunette girl. Niraya, the cute fox faunus. Rosario, the talkative troublemaker. Qiu’li, the one person among them that Flower really considered a friend. And then there was a young man with two toned hair with some apparent Cupcakes.

Flower cared little attention to the pink haired Rosario as well as his antics he seemed to be getting into with the brunette Elena. Qiu’li gave her an acknowledgment of eye contact. From the looks of it, maybe he hadn’t actually seen her text at all. Oh well, he needed the practice of social gatherings anyway. The girl paused, blinking once. Lately, the two had spent quite a surmountable amount of time together. She didn’t mind.

Soon enough, he formally entered the room. Flower watched him go, only half listening to what Rosario apparently named the newcomer to the party. Flower’s eyes still fixed on the box of cupcakes…

The young man’s name apparently was Caelum. Flower could have recognized the name. A fellow student, possibly they had a class together. It wouldn’t surprise her.

He eventually noticed her staring. Flower wasn’t short, but it just so happened that a lot of people around her were very tall. Caelum was another one of the tall ones. She had to look up at him as he looked to her. She tilted her head, blinking with blank violet eyes.

“Would you like some?”

“Yes, please.”

Her voice was very quiet. Compared to anyone else in the room, Flower’s softspoken words were barely audible. She nodded once. And while her outside appearance seemed very calm and collected, on the inside she was bursting with joy at the thought of getting a free sweet treat. He opened the box and immediately the blank stare that Flower had was dusted with a blushing of a rose pink.

“Cute...”

And indeed, they were! Pastel colors of frosting and sprinkles, little sugar flowers and even slices of fruit! They were lovingly made, and so obviously delicious. Flower carefully picked out a small vanilla cupcake, decorated with a little sugar flower. It looked like a little garden in the palm of her hand. Her sleeves were a bit long, so she ended up holding the cupcake with just her fingertips. The man called Caelum went on in the room, stating that yes, there were enough cupcakes for everyone.

“Cute…”

Flower breathed out the word again as suddenly her feet were taking her inside the room. She really didn’t have much of a reason, but she simply followed Caelum around, cupcake still in her hands. She didn’t want to eat it quite yet, it was just far too delightful to be delectable yet.

It seemed like Qiu’li was… playing a dance game? That would be some kind of interesting development. Niraya was talking to him about it, but it seemed neither had really started playing yet.

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 350 | twc: 2066 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] Video... Game? Qiu'li would be lying if he said that he had heard of it before. The textbook did mention something about how games have evolved into electronic medium and some relied mostly on reaction timing and interacting with a screen, but this was the first time seeing one himself. The upbeat music was rather entrancing, catchy, and the voice coming from the screen was enthusiastic for some reason. Well, it seemed like it was working properly according to Niraya so he followed the button prompts on the device that Niraya had pointed out to choose the options. With no real sense of direction where to go, Qiu'li basically tapped through all the basic settings before entering the tutorial. It was simple, and easy to follow. An arrow would scroll across the screen to the top. Press their foot down on the arrow's direction once it aligns. The more one can manage to hit the arrows in a row without missing, the higher their score. Seems easy enough. Hopefully. Suddenly Qiu'li found himself in a giant scroll wheel filled with names of songs that blared out a portion of the song before looping itself. Beside it was a large six-sided shape with oddly shaped spikes on the inside. For now, Qiu'li didn't know which to choose so he went with the first option on the easiest difficulty. After a few seconds of loading, the screen shown in the tutorial had popped up, except there were two this time. Ah, did this mean Niraya was playing too? Qiu'li looked over at Niraya and nodded, pointing to the dance pad if she wasn't close by and prepared himself for the incoming arrows. What would result is what anyone would expect from someone who had not played a video game up until this point, especially a rhythm based game that relied on pseudo-dancing. Qiu'li nearly missed or missed almost the majority of the arrows, quickly finding his life pool in the red with the commentator dishing out various insults to his inability to 'shake that booty.' He glanced over to see how Niraya was doing.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E

[Niraya Platinum]

Niraya Platinum
When snow falls, Nature listens.

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Niraya could tell he had no clue. "Well ugh... let's play the tutorial than" She helps him navigate to the tutorial and after it explained everything Qui'li chooses a song. It was easy difficulty so it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. but because player 2's dance pad was detected it loaded the game in multiplayer. it wasn't uncommon for this to happen some people even relished the challenge to use both dance pads.

The song was starting and Qui'li was trying his hardest. Niraya, on the other hand, wasn't really trying. She used to these sort of games where you had to time your inputs. the first few notes she didn't hit them perfectly but that was more to judge input to system delay something that is easily compensated when you know what you're looking for. She was then doing perfectly fine on the song.

When Qui'li looked at her as he was doing terrible she points to the screen. "try to hit the note slightly before it reaches the mark. or to be more exact the middle of that mark. you trying to hit the button happens quickly but the game takes a moment to confirm that is what is being done and thus a small delay happens." Niraya continues landing perfect hits if Qui'li was paying attention Niraya was hitting the notes and there was a small delay between her hitting the button on the pad and the audio queue that told him she hit the note.

↺ + HK

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