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SHSL Kenjutsu Master
(Year 3)
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Oct 28, 2016 4:12:12 GMT
A soft, synthetic breeze blew through the Dojo, making the petals on the indoor cherry blossom trees flutter around in the air. The environment carried peace that was unlike any other room in the school. Silence was carried throughout every corner, but it only boosted the peaceful feeling. Standing in the room was one figure, a girl; Mei Meiyo. She carried in her left hand a katana and her red gaze was staring down a propped up straw bale. Quicker than anyone could've expected and with perfect form, cut through the bale.
Not many could cut through a bale with a practice sword, at least not as cleanly as the pieces currently scattered, but for the Super High School Level Kenjutsu Master, it was simple work. Mei sighed as she grabbed her sword strap, secured her katana back on, and pulled it back on over her shoulder. The Dojo was fine, but it was too easy for her. She yearned for a real challenge to boost her skills, but there weren't many people here that could match her in a duel. Well, there was one second-year student, but she always seemed too busy and Mei always got a little uncomfortable trying to talk to new people.
She cleaned up the straw that had scattered upon the wooden floor and when she was finished, she took a seat near one of the cherry blossoms and unsheathed her wakizashi that was on her hip. From within her hoodie pocket, she took out a cloth and began cleaning off the silver-painted wood, taking comfort in the silence.
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(Student)
SHSL Librarian
(Year 1)
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Post by Paris Eins on Oct 30, 2016 14:32:39 GMT
[attr="class","otl"] [attr="class","otlimg"] [attr="class","otllyrics"]Ever since I was a child I've turned it over in my mind I sang by that piano tore my yellow dress and Cried and cried and cried and I don't wanna see what I've seen, To undo what has been done, Turn off all the lights Let the morning come, Now there's green light in my eyes And my lover on my mind, I'll sing from the piano tear my yellow dress and Cry and cry and cry Over the love of you, On this champagne drunken hope Against the current, all alone Everybody see I love him Cause it's a feeling that you get When the afternoon is set On a bridge into the city [attr="class","otllyric"]I don't wanna see what I've seen [attr="class","otlbody"]Paris wasn’t quite sure why they were here. It had been two months since their Ultimate—or rather, former Ultimate friend, Mai, had quit. The Fencer had cited simply “trauma” on the resignation forms, but that simple word was all it took for the Librarian to understand. Chiaki Nanami. Her death hadn’t been a trickle-down of regret, but rather…a flood. It seemed most people had been affected in one way or another, but few dared to show it.
“I just—I can’t do this anymore, Paris. I can’t handle—I look at that spot every day. I saw her die. And now—now it’s just—no. I can’t take seeing it and having to—“ The Fencer broke down sobbing for the first time since Paris had met her at a peace conference. Her tears fell thick and heavy on the earth-colored comforter. Her glasses tumbled off, landing in her hand, the red rims surviving for mere seconds before the once-so-incredibly-strong woman crushed them into a ball in her hands. “I’m. Done.”
So now, they were here. The Dojo was Mai’s just as the Library was Paris’. Their dominions were marked, and that was one thing nobody could deny. Paris liked Mai for what they had in common—appreciation. Not just blind devotion, but an unwithering flame of love, of passion, for the very subject which gave them the purpose they so desperately desired in life. The duo had earned their places; days of Paris watching Mai gracefully tap into every weak point of a practice dummy; nights of Mai, eyes closed and ears open as Paris murmured the words of Brothers Grimm. They had earned it. But now, she was gone. Her phone was deactivated shortly after she quit. Was she…ever going to return? Would Paris ever feel the purple-haired girl pressed to their side as they walked through the frigid winter air? No—it was certain. Fate had torn them asunder.
But they weren’t alone, even now. Who was that in the corner? Sakura Oogami—no, too small. The girl wore a black outfit full of maroon accents, the same color of the Librarian’s hoodie. Instantly, the color felt soothing. Her expression was peaceful, serene like the lilting cherry blossoms tumbling in restless cycles around the room. And yet, she looked…bored.
“A-Ah! Pardon me? Miss, ah…hm. May I ask your name?” Paris forced themself to smile, pushing the thought of the Fencer from their mind. The girl even looked a bit like her. “It’s a lovely place, isn’t it? Wondrous. I used to come here…so often, but it seems we’ve never crossed paths. What a twist of fate.”
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(Student)
SHSL Kenjutsu Master
(Year 3)
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Oct 30, 2016 17:29:06 GMT
Mei slowly lifted her head as someone entered the room. It was easy to tell in a place like the Dojo, where peace and solitude seemed to go hand in hand. Before long, the person had approached her, and Mei could see a flicker of some emotion on their face. Sadness? Apparently, it didn't matter much as they immediately smiled once seeing Mei. But it seemed like a small smile, and Mei didn't know if this was how they normally smiled or if it was an attempt at a smile.
The person then spoke to her, peering out from behind their big glasses. They had untidy brown hair and rather large brown eyes. Then, their words sunk in. May I ask your name? Immediately, Mei could feel her tranquility vanish, her social anxiety settling in. It was odd to her, how when meeting someone or starting a conversation, she felt like the world was crashing onto her shoulders, but then we she needed information or was fighting, she was completely at ease and her words flowed out normally.
The Kenjutsu Master stayed silent for a bit, just staring into the person's eyes, "M..My name is Mei. Mei Meiyo. This place is peaceful... It almost reminds me of home." The last bit was half a response and half her own thinking tumbling out. The student's words were eloquent and well put together, but even so, Mei felt as if everything they were saying was garbled up, lost in her own social awkwardness.
Mei stood up and sheathed her wakizashi and put back her cloth. If she was going to talk, she was going to do it the right way.
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(Student)
SHSL Librarian
(Year 1)
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Post by Paris Eins on Nov 8, 2016 16:59:51 GMT
[attr="class","otl"] [attr="class","otlimg"] [attr="class","otllyrics"]Ever since I was a child I've turned it over in my mind I sang by that piano tore my yellow dress and Cried and cried and cried and I don't wanna see what I've seen, To undo what has been done, Turn off all the lights Let the morning come, Now there's green light in my eyes And my lover on my mind, I'll sing from the piano tear my yellow dress and Cry and cry and cry Over the love of you, On this champagne drunken hope Against the current, all alone Everybody see I love him Cause it's a feeling that you get When the afternoon is set On a bridge into the city [attr="class","otllyric"]I don't wanna see what I've seen [attr="class","otlbody"]The girl tensed up before Paris could get even three words in. Oh, how familiar. The Librarian themself had fought a similar obstacle of anxiety; in a way, they were still chasing that whale. But at least now, they had a crew. Lucca, Alexander, Willow, Anzhelika...they had never given up on Paris. Maybe this girl just needed her own crew. After all, from the look of that wicked blade, she needed no harpoon. Her eyes were piercing, almost as if she was gazing through Paris into some place far beyond the dojo.
“Mei Meiyo.” The Librarian repeated it slowly, as if savoring each syllable. They flowed like honey from a hive. “H-How...quaint. Your name is just l-like her’s, too.” They took a step back as Mei rose from her seat, holding their arms up defensively. “I-I mean no harm! But...I’m s-sure you don’t, either.” Paris tore her eyes from the Kenjutsu Master, forcing them to instead peer through the fluttering blossoms.
Another thing that flowed through the air like honey. Truly, this place was predestined to be resided in by Mei.
“What a peculiar thought. To be reminded of your home in such a tranquil, yet archaic area...you must be t-truly fortunate to come from such a place. I admit, th-this is very far out of my c-c-comfort...com-comfort zone. S-Sorry.” The Librarian lifted their iron-heavy arms, crossing them clumsily. “I’m m-much more accustomed t-to the musty scent of a well-worn book. ...A-Ah. If you care, m-my name is...Paris Eins. I’m the U-Ultimate Librarian of this academy.”
They chose every word carefully, placing them meticulously exactly where they belonged. It flowed much more easily in the Library. When Mai was still within the realm of talent, this place had felt much more welcoming. But Mai was gone. Now, there was Mei. A new dawn, a new age; Before Chiaki and After Chiaki.
“P-Please forgive me if I p-p-pry too much. But I-I’d like to know more ab-about you. Y-You remind me s-so much of...an old friend.”
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SHSL Kenjutsu Master
(Year 3)
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Post by Mei Meiyo on Nov 8, 2016 21:33:21 GMT
 MEI MEIYO -KENJUTSU MASTER- The Ultimate Librarian. Of course, Mei knew what a librarian was. They worked with books in a place called a library. Hope's Peak had a library, too, but Mei had avoided that place like the plague. There was a part of her that desperately wanted to go there and to check out a book, but the other part of her fiercely refused. She looked at the librarian and thought she saw that same look as before, though she didn't know what it was or what it meant.
"Your name is just l-like her’s, too.”
Like who? Mei wondered, but she said nothing. The librarian looked uncomfortable enough as it was and Mei didn't really want to make the conversation any harder. As she stood up, the librarian took a step back, as if scared. Mei was used to such a reaction from other people, but usually it was because they were afraid of her cutting them. As the other turned away, Mei thought to what they said. Fortunate? Her mind wandered back to her simple life-style before Hope's Peak. There wasn't too much to it and that was a beauty in itself.
Paris Eins. Just who were they and why were they so fascinated with Mei? No one had expressed such an interest in her before... They way that they looked at her... It was almost like he was looking for someone else in her. Mei didn't understand, but she was willing to see more, "Wh-What would you... like me to talk about, Eins?"
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