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Post by Siyon Zakarra on Nov 30, 2016 19:22:15 GMT
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SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAFIOSO The castle. A popular destination spot among the students of Hope's Peak Academy. Why was Siyon Zakarra here? Well, she figured that if she visited it at least once, she would understand more of what the buzz and hype was about. So far, though, the Mafioso wasn't impressed. It was just a castle. Some building that probably belonged to some fancy, rich family that had been royalty. Or perhaps it was just a tourist attraction that people created to bring in more attention. Siyon didn't know, and frankly, she didn't really care either.
It was also a bit hot inside, though Siyon would take a bet and say it had something to do with the strange weather outside. And then, her dark colored hair absorbed heat fairly easily and only made her feel warmer. Maybe it's time for a haircut, huh? Nah, fuck that. She rather enjoyed having longer hair. After all, while in the Corvina group, she had it cut short to blend in. The male dominated crime syndicate looked down on women and Siyon couldn't afford to have that working against her. Now, being able to be who she really was outside of the eyes of the Corvina group, Siyon enjoyed who she was and took pride in it.
Now, standing here in this warm castle, Siyon wondered if she was wasting her time here. Perhaps she should turn around and go back to her dorm room. Maybe go find someone to talk to or antagonize. But just as the Mafioso turned to leave, she stopped short. The castle seemed pretty empty. Wasn't that strange?
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Post by Damia MacBeth on Nov 30, 2016 20:38:54 GMT
The Castle. Indeed it was a cold and Lonely place, and has been for long time. So many rooms, each of them once used for some purpose but now they, like the whole building, were a relic of the past.
As Siyon wandered around the castle, someone would start to watch her, trying to get a grasp on the person in the castle. If the Mafioso got the feeling they were being watched, there would be no signs around of the culprit. The castle was quiet except for the noises she made herself, so the source of the unease was hard to pin down. In other words, it was quiet. Too Quiet.
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Post by Siyon Zakarra on Nov 30, 2016 21:14:09 GMT
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SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAFIOSO Where was everyone else? Wasn't this castle some sort of hot tourist spot? It wasn't like Siyon minded being alone, but she did wonder why such a large place would end up being so empty. Was it really just a bad time? Or perhaps the hot weather outside was more appealing that a hot, stuffy castle. Perhaps it would be best to look around while the others were all away. Maybe Siyon would find something important.
Though, something still felt off to the Mafioso. She gazed around her, looking for something that could possible hint at danger. As a Mafioso, she had to be ready for anything, random attacks included. It happened more often than you'd think in the Corvina group and sometimes, it was even from the lower members. Then Siyon would have to get down dirty and execute a swift punishment. She was no stranger to death and danger, and was filling to fight back if her life depended on it.
Is someone watching me...? They better watch the fuck out. She though, feeling an apprehensive tingle travel down her spine. She shuddered a bit, looking for the source of feeling and yet, she still found nothing. Not one hint that anyone else was even in the room. With that, Siyon raised her voice and called out, clear and commanding, "Hey, asshole! Come on out why don't you?"
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Post by Damia MacBeth on Nov 30, 2016 21:26:59 GMT
From behind her, Siyon would hear a bit of a gasp as Damia jumped from the sudden outburst. She was hiding a bit behind a corner, but otherwise not really that well hidden. Honestly her hiding seemed far too amateur than what had just been happening. Stepping out from behind the corner she nodded a bit. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to find out more about you."
She made her way towards Siyon, almost as if she was gliding across the floor instead of just walking, and waved, "Hello there, I'm Damia MacBeth. What brings you to my home today?"
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Post by Siyon Zakarra on Nov 30, 2016 21:57:19 GMT
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SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAFIOSO Siyon whirled around in surprise, flicking her wrist allowing her knife to slide into her hand. However, what she saw was different than what she expected. Siyon missed this girl? She didn't seem to be that well hidden in hindsight. It was almost like she had just... appeared... like a ghost. Maybe Siyon should've brought Kikuyu. The Seamstress never missed a detail and it would be fascinating to Siyon to see if Kikuyu would've missed her too.
The way the girl moved was strange as well. It was like she was putting no effort into moving. Using no muscle. It was like she just willed herself to move and so it happened. Then she waved at Siyon who frowned.
"Siyon. Siyon Zakarra." The Mafioso responded to Damia. She looked like she could be a student, so she added, "Super High School Level Mafioso."
"I'm sorry. I was just trying to find out more about you."
"Find out more about me? You could've just asked, Ghost-tits. And I came here because I happened to be bored and I came to see what all of the fuss about this place was." Siyon responded. Her tone of speech was still more reminiscent of how a boy would talk, but she didn't mind, nor did she try to correct her speech. It was all too natural for her.
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Post by Damia MacBeth on Nov 30, 2016 23:45:15 GMT
"Super High School Level...? Oh yeah, the others that have shown up here recently had titles like that... Although I did have to ask what this 'High' School was," Damia said in response to Siyon's introduction. Then her hand moved over her mouth. "Oh My, you have quite a foul mouth, don't you? Sadly I've become accustom to this manner of speech." It seemed like that was the part she was focusing on for the nickname that she had been given. "As for the state of this castle, it is indeed a shadow of it's former self, but at least it's still standing after all of this time. I'm not certain what would happen to me if it wasn't."
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Post by Siyon Zakarra on Dec 1, 2016 0:45:53 GMT
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SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAFIOSO Siyon thought about what Damia had said. First off, she didn't know what a high school was which, disregarding the fact that you'd have to live under a rock to not know what high school was, meant that she didn't attend Hope's Peak. Secondly, she had said that there were other Super High School Levels who had come here, which meant that this was in fact a popular tourist site between the students, but then that also meant that this girl was here for it all.
"Oh my, you have quite a foul mouth, don't you?"
"I would hope that my manner of speech wouldn't be a problem. Who the fuck judges people on what they say? It's actions that count and... Well, if you knew my actions, then you would probably dislike me to say the least." Siyon laughed a little, knowing that everyone judged based on speech pattern.
"As for the state of this castle, it is indeed a shadow of it's former self, but at least it's still standing after all of this time. I'm not certain what would happen to me if it wasn't."
"You speak of the castle as if it is your home, Ghost-tits. But that can't be right. I don't know much about this place, but I do know that no one lives here." Siyon thought about it for a second longer. Could this girl just have been hiding the whole time? If so, how did no one find her?
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Post by Damia MacBeth on Dec 1, 2016 1:15:52 GMT
"It's my home, but I don't live here for that implies that I live. I thought you knew that, after all? Haven't you been calling me a ghost?" Damia tilted her head to the side curiously. She then floated up into the air a few feet before returning to where she had been 'standing.'
"As for disliking you for your actions, you didn't kill me so there's not much I can hold against you. Those that did are long from this world so there's no point in me being a vengeful spirit. I mean it's been... almost 600 years. I'm not sure I can even hold a grudge that long."
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Post by Siyon Zakarra on Dec 1, 2016 2:16:50 GMT
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SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAFIOSO "What... What the fuck!? I was calling you a ghost because you came out of fucking nowhere!" Siyon exclaimed as Damia literally lifted straight off the ground. This was... impossible. The notion that someone who was dead could possibly come back as a ghost was just impossible. And yet, here was Siyon's proof standing right in front of her. This 'girl' was actually a ghost.
That explained how Siyon had missed someone who hid so crudely. It also explain her strange way of 'walking'. Why was it that the ghost had to look completely normal in every way except for apparently floating and phasing in and out of existance? The Mafioso could hardly stand the sight herself and realized that she should probably never bring Kikuyu here.
Siyon shook her head, she had plenty of questions, but she figured that asking any of them might offend Damia and she really didn't want to get possessed or anything. She looked up at Damia, "So, you've been here for 600 years. Doesn't it get lonely?" Despite Siyon's loner attitude, she did enjoy the company of others. It was something she really didn't get much of when she was younger and now that she could be herself, she liked being near others, not that she would ever admit it.
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Post by Damia MacBeth on Dec 1, 2016 4:33:37 GMT
Damia just floated there as Siyon reacted to the reveal that she was a ghost. This wasn't the first time someone had been surprised by what she was and she had learned that just letting it sink in was better than anything else. "Oh yes. I've spend decades at a time all by my self. Every so often someone would try to move in but they were all scared away by me eventually. It seems like a lot of people can't handle having someone that can phase through walls living with them."
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Post by Siyon Zakarra on Dec 1, 2016 20:33:28 GMT
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SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAFIOSO Siyon quickly recovered from seeing the girl just... float on up. When she thought about it, this girl was actually pretty adorable. Just a lonely little ghost girl. "Heh. Scared of you? You're actually kinda cute, Ghost-tits." Siyon tilted her head, a smirk on her face. Of course, she knew that just ghosts in general could scare the living shit out of some people, just as that news that there was a ghost on the roof had. Siyon didn't believe in that bullcrap before though, but now, the proof was floating right in front of her. Huh. Maybe I should check out that 'ghost on the roof' thing and see what all of the fuss is about then.
Siyon looked back around the room, "Ha. I would move in with you if Satan-spawn wasn't fucking terrified of ghosts. She'd probably disown me as a friend if she found out I was living with a ghost." Siyon chuckled a little, the smirk on her face having not faded once. She adjusted her vest and tie before speaking up again. "So, what do you do here? Just float around?" Siyon couldn't imagine sitting in a drab, old castle doing nothing all day for 600 years, but then, Damia was a ghost. Maybe things were different for her? Maybe phasing through walls was the funniest thing in the world to her. Just watch as I let my guard down too much and end up possessed or some shit like that. Then Kikuyu would go fucking nuts.
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Post by Damia MacBeth on Dec 1, 2016 21:08:12 GMT
"Well, for a while after I died I spent the time haunting the people that killed me since they tried to live here. They tried to get rid of me for a bit but that proved difficult... Then they ran away. Things were pretty boring for a while but then more people kept moving in, I mentioned that already. Thankfully after the Printing Press was invented people would start moving in with books and leaving them when they ran away. Then I had to learn how to read, but after that I just started asking people moving in for more books. If I was tired of reading or out of new things to read I would wander the halls and contemplate the meaning of my existence." Damia managed to keep a cheerful attitude throughout that whole explanation, even during the bits that talked about her dying and the ones that killed her. Either she had just gotten used to the whole situation over the past 600 years or she was the tiniest bit unhinged.
"I mean... Why am I a ghost? My whole family was killed here as well as many others. Thinking about my death has taken up a lot of that time."
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