Dormitories

Subject: Dormitories Mon Mar 30, 2015 11:51 pm

This area is a large building hidden behind the main academy building, this area houses all of these academies students and offers basic living quarters for its inhabitants. While nearly all rooms are identical, four walls, a desk, bed , window and bathroom, some rooms have been either modified or were constructed to house soul societies nobility. Fighting and horseplay is strictly forbidden here, as this is a place for students to relax and unwind after their daily studies.

This area also contains the Cafeteria, where food is distributed to those that live or work within the academy.

Guest

With a loud thud the sliding doors opened to her room. It was a small space, it had a window on the one end, a small bed on the floor. A closet to store clothes, bedding and some personal belongings. By the window side was a small desk stacked with books and stationery. On the one end was a small room with a bathroom. Anira looked at the door leading to the showers. She would have loved a shower but she was too tired for that. Anira stripped off the top of her white top letting it hand around her waists by her red lower hakama. She roughly tore off her bandages and chucked them to the side, loosening her hair so they fell in folds. Anira wiggled her hips, slipping out of the red pants that all girls of the academy wore. She now stood in her own skin, only a thin material covering her groins. She was yet young to need a bra but soon she would need them. Anira closed and locked the door behind her and threw herself ontop of the covers.

Sleep came to her quickly. Like an off button her eyes just shut and darkness hugged her. It was the early morning by the time she fell asleep. Anira's sleep pattern, such did not exist. She simply slept whenever she could no longer go on. When she slept there were no dreams. Her mind was too tired for anything creative. She simply stopped recording information and became a block of meat till she next woke up again. She wished her sleep phases were shorter but a growing girl did need her sleep. These knock out times would last even half a day. There was telling when her mind would turn back on again.

It was well past dinner by the time she had woken up again. She wiped some saliva off the side of her mouth. Her eyes were still closed but she felt refreshed. She rubbed her bushy hair before letting out a loud yawn. Absent mindely she played with her breasts feeling their growth. Slowly she crawled out of bed and forced herself into the bathroom. There she got a hot shower and rubbed off all the dirt and sweat. Afterwards she dressed herself in a fresh set of uniform. Red and white Gi and Hakama. She dried and brushed her hair, tying her hair back and in a half pony. Her eyes had some dark rings but they were less extreme then prior to her sleep.

Anira's stomach grumbled in hunger. When was the last time had she eaten? Yesterday. No juices dont count. When was it last she had a proper meal? Hmm. Anira opened her door. People were already coming into their dorms to sleep for the night. Such a shame it was still the weekend they could stay up and study but they chose to sleep. Anira stalked the corridors the way she did, slipping and sliding through the masses laughing and getting ready for bed. Where she wanted to go was the cafeteria. Though they had strict serving times, cold leftovers were always available for those who studied late into the night or simply fancied a snack.

The Cafeteria's many doors were all closed save for one. A yellow warm light welcomed Anira. She slipped into the empty cafeteria, making her way to the little lamp that kept the leftovers warm and visible. There were some potatoes left. Potatoes were cool. She dished some up and began to pile her food on. There was some macaroni and cheese. It was a strange food from the west but it was good. There was no meat on the menu. There was never any meat left behind, the boys munched it away like carnivores. There was bean strings which she piled on and some carrots. Luckily there some miso soup left over as well, she dished herself a bowl and returned to a desk.

In the silence of the empty hall Anira ate. She simply ate her piled of vegetables and soup. She would have loved some meat but there was none. She focused herself on eating, she wasnt the type to look at notes while she ate. That was just counter productive. In the silence she ate.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:48 pm

There it was, a figure sat behind the woman, but ten paces off to her right shoulder. This figure too was dressed as a student, which meant he must be a student. The man was garbed in red and white Gi and a red Hakama, much like the young woman sitting not so far away from him. The person was at a loss with himself, constantly searching it seems. There he was with a tray containing food laid out before him. The man had what was perhaps the last portion of meat on his tray. Some crushed potatoes, and some fried noodles on the side, with a drink also. The portion before him was enough to satisfy his hunger. But many would think that man was about to let his food go to waste. Just before the young lady had entered the cafeteria, a group of young men was also present. And as they cleared their plates, they began to stare at the seemingly fledgling Shinigami sharing the same space as they did.

But how did the man get to where he was? And why was he staring so blankly into space, and almost intently at the same time. His crimson eyes seemed to have been aimed in the direction of the young woman. But in reality the man with long spiky white hair was looking right past the young chica. The student was in a daze, having flashbacks that turned up blank. It didn't make sense to him at all. It felt as if the signal to his memory banks were being blocked. And it was quite frustrating to say the least. The man felt himself yearning, feeling a sense of belonging. He was at the academy, but felt as if he didn't belong there. And maybe he didn't, but for now he would go along with whatever this was. That was until he could finally figure out what was missing.

The Shinigami remembers waking up in the dorms, clothing to fit already provided. A meal was on the side ready for him. More importantly, the man woke up shouting, screaming what sounded like a battle cry. So much so, many would liken it to someone waking up after a few years, with their last memory being that of a battle that they never got to finish. It didn't make sense at all, not one bit. Equally, the Shinigami felt as if he was being restrained, but there wasn't any chains, shackles or any kind of bondage on him. Nothing that was visible to the naked eye. So why? Why was he feeling like this? Regaining his composure a little, the Shinigami finally picked up his fork and decided to chow down on his meal.

The taste of the food was delightful, so much so that he finally snapped back to reality. Actually now taking notice of the young woman. Albeit, he could only see her from behind. Her long brown hair was noticeable. She also possessed a slim and slender body, that was by his own standards anyway. The man grew ever so curious, now felt he needed to ask a question.
"Who are ya, and who am I?". The Shinigami inquired, his voice echoed as his words traveled in order to serenade the young woman's ears. Hopefully she had some clues as to who this man might be. Because at this point in time, he did not know himself. And that was a dangerous thing.

Guest

In silence she ate and in silence she enjoyed. Her mouth was filled with mash potatoes when a voice behind her called. She was spooked at first. She was sure she was the only inhabitant here. She trained her neck backwards slowly edgding her vision around her. Was it a ghost? Holy shit what if it wanted to kill her? She turned to face a student too old and big to be one. His eyes were blank and lost deep in thought talking more to himself than anything. She turned back around and swalled her food, wiping a bit of crumb off from her mouth. Wait, technically she was a ghost. Could she even die? Her eyes darted from one corner to another in deep thought. She shovelled a spoonful of mash potatoes to a corner before turning back around.

"hey man.... that question is too deep for me....who are we really?"
She returned back to her food, looking at its content. How come he had meat? She poked at her steamed carrots maybe she should have come at the correct times. She lazily shovelled another mouthful. Strange, people talking to her. Everyone knew her by now, the yellow eyed freak. Hollow bastard was a new name she had heard recently. SHe snorted at the hatred. So misguided people were. Why didn't he know who she was? Was he a spy?! Through the back of her head she tried to see him but obviously that was stupid. Weapon? She only had the spoon and tray. Why would there be a spy in the academy?

She turned around to see him still staring at her. He had some massive pedophile vibes going about him and Anira felt uneasy. There should be an age limit to the academy she thought. Maybe a night school for the old people like him. She turned around back to her tray, she wasnt so hungry anymore. Maybe she would come at the correct times to dinner from now on.

"oh my... look at the time..."
Anira slowly stood up taking her tray and spoon to the dustbin. She awkwardly and casually walked over and began to empty the remainder of her food into a trashcan. Maybe she could ditch him if she left now.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Fri Apr 03, 2015 5:28 pm

Takezo waltzed amomgst the students without a care, carrying a tray fully loaded with red apples, also precariously stacked high for the moment. It seems apples were in abundance here at the academy, so even if he was required to go to classes that sorta made up for it. That, and being hungry all of the time wasn't exactly the greatest feeling in the world.

If not for the Academy, he'd be out working somewhere perhaps back at home. Bodyguard work was in high demand back in the outside rings of the Rukongai, and despite his happy go lucky attitude, he could appear intimidating when put to the task. However, The shinigami said they would provide for his family, which made this gig even sweeter. He did miss his adopted family, even so, but knowing that they were safe and provided for was a load off of his mind.

Whistling to a tune as he danced through the crowd, most of them departing due to the time of the night, he found himself swung around and roughly seated at a table with two others. A mousy brown haired woman and a red-eyed young man, with a conundrum of a problem.

Sitting down as the woman stood up, Takezo started in on his apples. His eyes darting back to the man infront of him for a moment, before taking in his meal once more.

"I know who ye are." Takezo noted, chewing thoughtfully. having overheard the conversation just before he scared off the young woman.

"You got smashed in the head with a bokken or something yesterday, got carried back to yer room, and put on some girls clothing. Like seriously man, everyone looking at you because er not in uniform." Takezo finished, pointing out the crowd that the man was watching closely, then moving towards the obvious difference. Clothing.

Takezo wasn't the splitting image of clean cut, his top was left undone, exposing a body wrapped up in bandages. Messy black hair ended near his shoulders, and crimson eyes that matched the man in front of him stared through them. While their physiques may have differed, Takezo being a bit more muscular than normal students, he wore the norm blue academy robes for men. The other guy wore the girls red version.

"So uh..do you know her or not?" Takezo asked, taing another bite of an apple before turning to look at the woman that walked away. She was cute, in that normal sort of way he supposed but he caught a glimpse of her eyes and that caught his attention. They were shockingly similar to something he had seen before... but he couldnt put a finger on it.

" 'cause you made a rough first impression I'd suppose." Takezo finally finished, taking the last bite of his apple before grabbing another.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Fri Apr 03, 2015 6:45 pm

Hurs walked in with a brisk pace with beady eyes behind sunglasses looking around and assessing the populace. His bruised face and urban tough guy look made him seem ridiculously more seasoned and aggressive than he really was. No one seemed to stand out personality wise, so socializing probably wasn't a fruitful pursuit at this juncture. Besides, like any good organization, performance was the true key to success. The former human decided to go into a study mode and find out what standards these shinigami had. Once he had that figured out he would devote all his time and efforts into excelling at the business. If he needed to survive he might as well learn to thrive. He grabbed a cup of coffee and quickly ate breakfast only listening to conversations at the back of the room. After five minutes of analysis he grabbed his cup put the tray away and left. He was already beggining to get a grasp at what kind of job this was.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Sat Apr 04, 2015 6:18 pm

A question had been asked, and the currently nameless Shinigami could only hope the young woman would be able to answer. The food in his mouth was chewed up and swallowed. Now resting in the belly of the beast, waiting to be fully digested. The young woman turned around once again, this time the nameless one was able to get a glimpse of her eyes. They were something truly special, and the Shinigami could only come to appreciate their unique and authentic traits. The Shinigami perked up a little, something had caught his attention and he was now interested. But he was not completely out of his daze yet, there was still something missing. The brown haired girl needed to fill in the blanks, otherwise living day to day can become a little awkward.

The reply to the Shinigami's question startled the man a little. So much so that his eyes widened for a brief moment. But soon narrowed somewhat, a show of concentration perhaps? Or could it be that he was even now more confused? She didn't know who he is or was, or what he is. And to say the question is too deep? Can she not comprehend? Was it the male's demeanor that unnerved her somewhat? "So ya know not who I am? Strange. Equally, a man must apologize, for I know not who you be". The nameless man noticed that the young woman seemed somewhat cautious and uncomfortable in his presence. He was just about to say a few words to put her at ease, but she decided to end it all ever so abruptly.

The Shinigami sighed to himself, looking down at his hands. Meaning clenching and opening his fist repeatedly as if testing his hands. "Time?" the man pondered after hearing the mention of time. She wasn't so much the focal point for the nameless male anymore. His thought had begun drifting, about a possible displacement that had to do with time. He was missing something, a piece of the jigsaw puzzle so to speak. And this missing piece could prove to be of vital importance too. Nevertheless, the male would not bother the young woman any further. Not for the moment anyway, and why should he? Another person had decided to step in, which was unexpected.

The Shinigami was most surprised when this male decided to invade his space. His tray full of apples and all. But even more important was his introductory words to the nameless man. He knows who the nameless Shinigami is? "Ya do?" the man inquired in his own mind, now awaiting the big revelation. After listening to the man opposite him and taking note of what was being said. The nameless Shinigami raised his left hand, thus revealing his palm to his fellow crimson eyed male counterpart. This was a sign that the apple eating male needed to cease all speech. It was a sign for the man to stop talking no matter how abrupt it was. It was a blatant objection to the man's actions, and even more so it was quite comedic.

"So yer know this man?". The currently nameless one asked while pointing at himself. His left hand then moved back down to the table where his own food was. "A man needs to know his name. And a man also wants to know who hit him with a Bokken too. So tell me, do ya know?". The Shinigami quizzed his fellow Shinigami in hopes of getting an answer. And thus a better understand of what has happened. And why his mind was currently drawing a blank.

Guest

She finally emptied the tray. Scraping the last scraps of food off the wooden tray. She made to look for the exit as another man entered. Soon the new student dressed in blue was engaged with the man dressed in woman's clothing. Anira yawned the last of her tiredness away. It was a new session and a lot of studying and training was in order. With her left index finger she rubbed the panda circles under her eyes. There were times when other girls ridiculed her for her appearance. Calling her a rag of a lady. Some who were nicer suggested some good sleep and perhaps makeup to cover it up. But really it was a waste of time Anira thought. If she sacraficed a bit of sleep now she could make it big later and she could sleep as much as she wanted to. If she could have her way she would probably fall asleep now and never wake up for a thousand years. Anira laughed silently to herself in the distance. Such was a delightlful thought but now she needed to return to her studies. Her usual spot with her notes. Her notes.. hmm..

dammit... She had left her sack by her table. She really needed to eat at normal times. It seemed that the nightly hours attracted freaks of all sizes. She the yellow eyed bastard hollow was one. The two clearly over aged men were another. To be honest they only appeared 6 or so years older than her. Souls however aged slowly and as far as actual age was concerned they could have been a couple centuries apart. Anira was no hawkeye or master of any art but even a youngling like her could see the confidence that the two carried. It wasn't something they showed on purpose nor was it the confidence of youth. Rather it was a way they carried themselves. Over the years they had become comfortable of their powers, dropping their guarding knowing no one would dare attack them.

why were people like them in the academy? Were they some ruffians from the outskirts of Rukongai here to master their souls? Anira could not know. All she could do now was retrieve her sack and leave quitely. Confidently she walked back to her seat and looked for her sack. To her disappointment it wouldn't be an easy snatch and run. The new comer had sat on her bag's straps and now was wedged between his bum and the table.

"ah... could you get off my bag?"
Her words had a hint of annoyance. It was her usual demeanor. Over the years the defense against her stigma had left her tongue sharp and her words traced with annoyance. She feared none, what was hers was hers. Even if it was the Soul King himself she would have demanded her bag back. Such was the way one should live. What was yours was yours, be it property or things such as pride. Her yellow eyes stared into the red. There were many strange people with demonic red eyes but Anira's ghastly yellow ones were probably 1 of a kind.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Sun Apr 05, 2015 12:39 pm

"..."

Takezo stopped momentarily to listen to what the man was saying. making a mental note of how he talked, someone must've really screwed him up in the past. Either that, or he really did take a bokken to the head. Those training swords were nothing to shake a stick at. even with they were... well sticks.

His free hand found it's way into a bag beside him, coming away with a fistful of notes of some sort as the man stumbled through talking like a normal person. He dashed them in his belt only moments before the woman made her sudden reappearance as the man in front of him rephrased his question again.

She was a little agitated, probably a bit annoyed that she left her bag near his bottom, and would likely be even more agitated when she found that her notes had mysteriously disappeared...

The gears clicked and whirred in Takezo's mind, looking at the man, then back at the girl as his plan took form.

"Ye know, I do know who smacked you right in the head. It was this she-devil!" Takezo noted, pointing at yellow eyed woman with an accusatory finger.

"No wonder she was so quick to get away from ya, you see She did the crime! I saw'r it with me own eyes I did. Smacked you right in the noggin like you were some sort of nail in a plank." he continued, the strength in his words now coming through. Truthfully, he had no idea what had happened to to the man, but a bit of mischief would suit him fine right now.

"Here's yer bag miss, just dont scramble my brains like ye did his." Takezo said, standing and retrieving the bag from his bottom, then holding it out for the girl, noticeably lighter.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Sun Apr 05, 2015 3:05 pm

Silence reigned supreme for a few moments while the Shinigami took glances at the male opposite him. The man had asked the questions that was most important to himself. Equally he was also searching for signs of dishonesty in the words of the male. Then there she was again, the nameless one now taking noticed of the woman with yellow eyes. Was it a mutation of sorts? Whatever it was, it made her stand out, and for all the right reasons too. The nameless one wasn't the type to discriminate and avoid others because of their unusual traits. He was quite interested in such things, and the reasoning behind them. Tick tick, tick, time was now being wasted, and the Shinigami was no closer to an answer.

That was until the apple eater revealed the culprit behind the nameless one's current circumstances. The revelation brought forth a gasp, but not from the Shinigami. The white haired man looked over at the women, all the while the male was still talking. He wanted to gauge her reaction, since that would tell it all.

"A man needs to know, did you smack a man over his head? Further more, who are you two anyway? A man wants to know. And as for yer apple eater, yer still didn't tell a man who he is. Its either yer do or yer don't. Or maybe yer been lying all along? A man wants to know, otherwise ya be of no use to this man". There was that and the nameless Shinigami still didn't know what to make of the young woman yet. Just what had she gotten herself into? Meanwhile all of this was happening, the calm, calculated and otherwise creepy demeanor of the man was being accompanied by Reiatsu leaking. Maybe it was his mood, but the restraints currently keeping him in check could not hide what truly laid in wait. The nameless Shinigami was certainly dangerous. And while his Reiatsu did not spike, and cause a fuss. One could not deny the lingering feeling of something almost malevolent in nature.

A wicked grin was beginning to manifest on his face, the face that wasn't yet hidden. The man giggled a little before shaking his head and then proceeded to tuck into his food. Several bites and he was eating his food again. He needed time to think and a bit of time to weigh up his options too.

Guest

"What. The. Fuck?"

What on earth were wrong with these people. Clearly there been a surplus of lunatic and had dumped a whole bunch of it on these two. The vain she did not know of began to pump blood into her temple. All she wanted was to get some food before she began her routines until she next fell asleep. She shivered as she tried to contain her annoyance. The man eating his apples had taken out a large portion of her notes. The notes she had spent hours on, minimizing redundant information. Keywords and references to bigger notes. Diagrams of her own interpretation, shortcuts and theoretical understanding of complex subjects. The hours of raw will power that had fought through the feinting urges to sleep. All messed up scattered on the floor.

"Your Clothes! Inside of them! NAMES!"
Anira tucked at her white uniform sideways. The left part of her Gi, revealing her name printed in black calligraphy. It read ANIRA KUJA. The Characters used were complete and power. In the process she showed the softness of her inner flesh, of course her more intimate area was covered in bandages. It was true, all students had their names printed on their uniform. If any uniform was found lying around that student would be punished. These two were no exception as well. Was this some new ploy to make fun of her? Anira barely felt anything special about her to receive such a royal pain in the ass treatment.

"Seriously...."
She could not care for the antics of the two red eyed folk. The lies he spread and the strange way the amnesia patient talked in. She snatched her bag away from Apple-oji and sat about collecting her notes from the table and floor. Inspecting the integrity of each note Anira began to calm down again but her annoyance was still visible.

"Yesterday was Saturday. Meaning there was no class for Bokkenjutsu. Second both of you are not in my year of study. Which means for one, I did not hit you with the bokken during training. Furthermore, it makes you, either a delusional sociopath or a compulsive liar."

Anira gathered the last of her notes, stacking them in a pile by tapping them on the table. She placed them back in her nap sack and faced the two once more. They were definitely too old to be in the academy. They did not belong here. They neither had the smell of all the fluffs around here nor did they have the right colors. Their uniforms were too fresh like they had been recently brought out.

"If you can't find your names because you're suffering from sudden memory loss or from being a sociopath. Go to the humanities resource department. Show them your face and everything you need to know will be there. Now if you'll excuse me."

Anira turned on the spot to leave and as she did another burly boy had gotten in her way. Enough was enough, she lifted her leg up and kicked him in the stomach. Move out the way! She thought as the innocent boy fell with a belching heave. Good, he was from one of the crews that thought up weird names for her every time they met. She needed to graduate as soon as possible. To hell with people skills, people skills were meant to be used with another people not demented sociopaths.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Sun Apr 05, 2015 5:35 pm

"WOAH WOAH WOAH Missy!" Takezo said, cutting her off in a few quick movements. Despite his size he was surprisingly agile. Slipping through the crowd and over her most recent victim.

"TO START OFF, thanks for that information, that's actually quite helpful." Takezo said, opening his top to examine his name tag, conveniently placed where the woman had pointed too when she flashed them earlier.

"Takezo Murata..." he read aloud. Not really taking into account he had just confronted an angry woman who had allegedly knocked a man out, then kicked another bystander. His peek at his name tag also revealed a ring of papers stuffed within his shirt. Her notes he had 'misplaced'.

"Hey...I think they spelled this wrong..."

Looking up, he started in on the violent woman.

"You dont kick noobs! Ya see? All he was doin was coming in here for a late night snack. Now he's choking on his marbles so to speak. SHAME." Takezo continued, scolding her as he pointed off at the young man, sprawled on the ground with a growing crowd gathering near.

"Dont ye think that was.... a bit much?" Takezo asked, adding a bit of seriousness to the moment. She didnt have to like him or the other guy, but kicking an unsuspecting student was a little uncalled for.

"... And whose to say you didnt bokken his head? Your last victim might agree with me."

Turning back to the man sitting at the table, along with his apples.

"A MAN NEEDS A NAME... Er.. WHATS YOUR NAME?" Takezo asked, attempting to mimic the mans odd speaking pattern, but realizing that didnt exactly work to his liking. whatever the case it was time to get acquainted, especially if they were going to be friends.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Sun Apr 05, 2015 6:13 pm

"Nani?" the sudden outburst from the young woman had startled the man somewhat. It was not unexpected to some degree, but the nameless one didn't think it would happen that fast. The man paused for a moment and raised his eyebrow at the two. The Shinigami seemed somewhat puzzled, and was somewhat reluctant to check the inner areas of his garment. He was suppose to be dressed in the garments of the opposite sex. And should he start touching himself, or make any sudden and deliberate movements. Then his status of creeper of the night may be elevated even more.

The young woman was more like a snapping turtle, becoming somewhat temperamental. And yet people would allude to the notion that the nameless one was the unstable person at this little gathering. The white haired Shinigami took the time out to put his fork down on the tray. And proceeded to reveal the name on the inside of his clothing. And so the name read Izanami Kaonashi. At this point in time, the crimson eyed man cocked his head off to the right and released an exasperated sigh. The name most definitely wasn't his. And how did he know? Well, he was certain Izanami was a girl's name. That and he was also supposedly wearing the wrong clothing. Which then begs the question, who is this Izanami and why was he wearing her garments. And even more to the point, just who the fuck was he?

There were questions still unanswered, and the man didn't yet know what to make of it. There he was carefully listening to the young woman. She was somewhat of a cutie, especially when she was angry. The man would wonder if he ever took note of the fact that her nose twitches a little when she's in such a state? The man sat there mesmerized watching the young girl in action. Meanwhile, bringing himself to release a low chuckle. Apple face and twitchy nose seemed like they were about to be at each other's throats. As for the innocent by-standard, the man could not help but smile to himself. Maybe he himself should back her into a corner and see exactly what she was made of. The man soon snapped out of his current daze and stop up. His eyes glancing at the young woman and Mister apples. The Shinigami closed his eyes before opening them again slowly.

"Hey!" the man said aloud, his tone was enough to bring to an halt any kind of squabble currently taking place. "A man wants to know. Who is Izanami Kaonashi? If neither of ya can help this one. Then this one shall take his leave and investigate what has happened. At least yer know yer names. I don't. But I have this sudden urge to...". The Shinigami did not finish his sentence, and perhaps it was for the worst. The Shinigami sat down once more, his eyes still fixated on the two, plus the other one on the floor currently in pain. This was getting most interesting.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Sun Apr 05, 2015 8:10 pm

A slow tilt of the head followed a masked face making its appearance as she heard her name called. Yes, she had been there the whole time. Waiting, with one hand resting on the wall as she listened to the conversation in its entirety. There he was. There he was. That was the one that she had been looking for. With a soft humming at her lips, she scanned over that face with the upmost of care.

The white hair. Pure. Soft. A sensation like no other, perhaps. Hair that made everything else simply pale in comparison.

The red eyes. Like blood trickled into his iris and settled there. Captivating, a trap that one could fall into willingly.

The choice of her obsession. The one that she wanted to stay close to. A single step into the room, with her attention diverted from the riveting conversation that they were all having, she instead focused on where he sat and slowly made her way over. A way of carrying oneself placed itself in a deranged stance of a regal woman, despite her choice to hide her face.

"Good morning. I am the owner of that garment. You left yours in my room last night..."
And she'd fixed it accordingly. A tear at the bottom had come from walking, and she'd taken it upon herself to fix it for him...by breaking into his room and stealing it to fix up the hole. Unfortunately, a terrible mix-up had occurred, and now she was stuck wearing her Dog's...A clear of the throat and Kaonashi ended up bowing before the man from the waist to show her apologetic stance on the matter.

"My Dog has it on currently. He mistook it for his own...I apologize for the inconvenience."

Her apology had been given. Hopefully, he wouldn't be mad at her for merely trying to display some care towards the unsettling situation. Oh...perhaps, she should offer to be quicker next time to getting it back to him? Maybe that would help with matters in ensuring that he would not be angered.

"I will be faster next time. Please excuse this blunder..."

Guest

It was about this time that He arrived at the scene, wearing the males clothes. He groaned and stretched slightly, rubbing the back of his head and looking around. His masked head searched through the crowed, looking at them all before making his way to his mistress's side. He scratches the back of his head and yawns, his mask moving down slightly as he did so.

"What do you mean mistaken Izanami? I knew whose it was when I put it on."

He asked ever so softly to her, just loud enough for everyone to hear. He smiles, thought it was hidden behind his masks.
He glances around again, looking at all of them, then focusing his gaze on the male who's clothes he wore at the moment. He tilts his head slightly and sniffs the air, tilting his head up slightly as he did so.

"Someone left a stove on."

He told Izanami quietly, glancing at her. It was about then that he realized there was a kind of.. Situation going on? He wasn't quite sure to be honest, but it was then that he looked at all of them with much colder eyes. More calculation, as though searching for each of their weak points in case something happened.

Guest

The events that transpired had to have been weaved by sister Fate herself. More and more people entered assuring Anira that she would now eat at the cafeteria at regular times. The man obssessed with apples and hinting off sociopathic vibes intercepted her exit. Thanking her for a service that was common knowledge to all the students. She began to think that these two men were in fact accomplaces in a some kind of terrorist attack. The name he read on the inside of his uniform, Anira thought that it didn't belong to him at all. As her suspicions grew she spotted a chunk of her notes hidden away in his robes. It appeared he was a had a tendency to steal as well. The notes had no real value to anyone, it wasn't as if one could trade it for gold or soul credits. Yet the man chose to steal her notes, bad habits his fingers had. She snatched the notes away from him, it was hers and it was her right. These notes she put back into her sack and she made to leave again, eyeing the man in front of her with a bit of contempt. Her yellow eyes were close his red and she eyed him without fear. She had no idea of his true identity and what he was capable of, as far as she knew she was just another man. She already had enough reason to dislike this man. He had called her names, accused her of a deed she had never done and had taken to stealing her property. 3 strikes.

Next the first man who had surprised her with his ghostly ways had read out the name inscribed on the inside. Obviously the name that was read out was not his name. Firstly it was a girl's name and in hindsight Anira should have known the girl's uniform did not belong to him. It didn't quite fit him, the small uniform stretched over his muscles in a tight fit. On second glance it was quite comical, this silent man with his strange speech. It was like someone was playing dolly dolly with him. The sleeves were too short and his pants cut around his knees showing his legs. Oh man, he was practically dressed as a little school girl. Anira's mood changed for the better as she felt a snicker of a laughter forming inside her. Of course the legend said if you laughed while you were angry you'd grow horns on your buttocks. She did not however show her change in manner there was no time. More people had entered.

A deinty girl yet taller than Anira entered. The height might have been accredited to her high heeled shoes but that wasnt the focus. It was another one of the lunatics. She wore a mask and spoke strangely as well. She spoke in formal tone to everyone, so Nira guessed it wasnt so strange. It turned out she was the true owner of the uniform and she had infact been the one who clothed the first Shinigami in the red uniform. "I think he belongs to you. He's a bit lost, he claims to not know who he is." Anira addressed the new girl in her strange mask and would then address the white haired man. "Good news, your wife is here to pick you up. You should probably go with her."

Anira retreated to another table adjacent to all the tables the people had gathered to. There she re-arranged the notes she had recovered once again, placing them back into the order she had placed them before they were stolen. It was not long before another one had entered. He too wore a mask and it must have been the so called dog that belonged to the girl known as Izanami. It was quite cute, of course out of context. There was the wife, the husband and they even had a little dog. Which was kind of strange he was another shinigami afterall but to be referred to as a dog and he appeared to embrace it. Anira lifted an eyebrow, she had been called a dog before but she had never allowed such, beating up the group of boys. That was a long time ago, when she was but a rat running around Rukongai. No one would see the strange relationship being weaved at that very moment.

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Subject: Re: Dormitories Mon Apr 06, 2015 11:49 am

"w-wait we dont even know each other that well..!" Takezo said, backing away as Anira reached into his top to retrieve her notes.

"oh."

"Well..uhh.. yea, those were just... around ye know?" Takezo nervously noted, scratching his head while taking a few more steps backward. She was a proven violent person, and it seemed his bit of mischief was not as funny or as well taken as he thought.

Then, there was the other guy. Apparently, he was a freak. Anira had a good eye for that because he would have never suspected it, with his white hair, strange ways of speaking, red eyes, and overall serious demeanor.

"Uh..." Takezo muttered, pointing at the three dumbfounded. "A dog, a Wife, and a husband huh?" Takezo thought, well he had seen stranger things in his day.

"SEEING as this mystery has been solved, im gonna go ahead and...leave." Takezo said, pausing momentarily to stuff the rest of his dinner from his tray into the pockets lining his top. In truth, this was getting a bit to... weird for his tastes.

Within a few moments, he was gone as fast as he appeared. Running off to his own room to prepare for the following days classes.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Mon Apr 06, 2015 1:12 pm

The Shinigami had little time to sit back and think, or contemplate anything. Before the supposed culprit made her appearance. And such an interesting figure said culprit was. The Shinigami now held a visage that showed a sense of mild astonishment. Just what had happened? Why would the Shinigami have had any reason to be in the woman's room at any point? An implausible prospect, but then again, if the nameless Shinigami didnt have a memory lapse. Then the improbable may well be all the more probable in this case. Could it be that the white haired fiend had somehow come to know this woman intimately? Was this another ploy to drive him closer to becoming a deranged person? This was all a bit too bizarre for his liking, and yet not impossible at all. But why? Does she even know? The man most certainly doesnt quite understand what had happened. Jupiter's cock this was turning into a never ending circus of performers. All determined to send the man on a path of mental assault. A vicious act of mind rape, and the Shinigami wasn't about to let it happen. The ass of Uranus will need to be kicked, and be used as am example to all. But before all that could happened, the white haired man paused after Izanami's revelation.

"Eh? Wh-why is this one wearing yer garments. And ah..did this man had a merry jolly time with the maiden?". The Shinigami asked as the woman came over and bowed to him in a most apologetic manner. That mask made the Shinigami curious about what laid hidden behind. What if her face was that of a donkey's ass? Then again, it could be the type of Venus that would make the man crave Venus' cunt. This is perplexing, and even though it would appear he was finally getting some answers. He was even more now displaced in his mind. "So, what happened? A man wants to know what caused this blunder in the first place". The man stated while tugging at his or rather Izanami's garments.

And who was this dog that she mentioned? Dogs don't usually get dressed, especially not in the garments of a humanoid. "Heller puppy. Would a good little doggy like to tell a man what his name is? Better yet". The Shinigami said while getting up and moving towards the man. The white haired Shinigami would see for himself. At least then, there could be no lies. But before that, madam Anira, queen of witty exchange dropped another implausible but plausible bombshell. The Shinigami frowned a little, but did not respond, he was far too busy now trying to figure out who he was. Maybe the man just needed to rest. Or have a moment of zen in order to discover what was missing. The pieces of the puzzle was slowly falling into place, but misdirection can be a bastard sometimes.

The man can only hope he was not being misdirected. There was also the dog, the mask fellow the white haired man had not forgotten either. His little remarks, dropped hints of foul play. So just what the hell happened during his meeting with these two? "Yer know what, I'm getting tired too. So hurry up and reveal all that is hidden. A man wishes to know. In any case, I'm off to my quarters, maybe lady Izanami and dog chan would like to explain what has happened while we walk?". The Shinigami decided to take his leave, but only after he had received the much needed intelligence regarding his own well being.

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Subject: Re: Dormitories Mon Apr 06, 2015 3:42 pm

Husband?...

....Yes, she was his wife. His loving, caring wife...~

It was a series of steps on her end that was made to close the distance as a small nod to the woman that had left was given as both a sign of respect and to play the part just right. With her digits tracing over his shoulder as he spoke of a "merry jolly time" that he might have had last night, Kaonashi leaned down with a soft, loving, caring tone being used as she spoke up to him in order to attempt to answer his questions in the order that they came within.

"Ah...You fell asleep in the middle of things, darling. You seemed really tired... But it's alright. Things can be tried again next time. Now, I think you might have taken my uniform by accident since things were rather messy and the like. I had asked the Dog to clean up a bit since he would be up, but he wanted to play a trick on you, it seems..."

Dare she do it? ...Ah, why not? She should play this right. She should make sure he knew just how much she cared. A gentle lift of her mask, so that but the soft, sweet smile of her lips was visible, and Izanami placed a soft kiss on the forehead of the man that had become the object of her obsession -- Pluto Rikudo. With the mask moved back down, only the glimpse that could be caught showed what was a beautiful woman, though her eyes remained hidden without failure before she watched him get up and spoke for the chance she had before he took to addressing the Dog.

"We should go and change now, before things become awkward with the change of clothing that we've all had. Ah, and how could you not remember your name, darling? Pluto Rikado. It's a unique name."

And there he went off, taking his leave after the confusion seemed to be hitting him harder, and with his leave, she followed without a missed step. A motion made for Yomotsu-Inu to follow her, she laced her digits together and rested her hands behind her back with a soft tune hummed with every step that she made to follow him. Where he went, she went. After all, that was the only way to behave as a good wife, wasn't it?

...Haha...~

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He grunt slightly, looking at them all for a moment, watching how things played out.

Husband, Wife and dog, huh? This girl is rather interesting. I'll have to find out more information on her and this other male who seems to steal stuff. I can't let him steal anything from Mistress.

When Pluto talked to him, asking his name. He simple looked over at him, and waited. It was only a matter of time before Izanami said his name for him, and she had not given him permission to speak further as of yet. His cheeks did lift slightly, barely visible behind the mask, as Izanami played out the wife role, knowing what it meant to her, and what it could mean for him and Pluto as well.

As they made their leave, he followed, having been called by Izanami. He would have came anyways, never straying more then a few feet at a time from her. Some would call it an obsession, others called it love. He knew what it was, but he wasn't telling.

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Subject: Re: Dormitories Sun Apr 12, 2015 3:37 am

Monoashii walk up to the academy. He let out a breath as he had a bag over his shoulder as he seem to be thinking about some things. It seem like he was a new guy coming to the academy at the moment and was told to go to the dormitories to pick out. Once he did, he place down his things and walk about the halls as he seem to be taking a tour of the place at the moment to get the feel of the place before he actually go anywhere to do some training. Once he found the lunch area as he heard his stomach growl and he laugh some. Alright alright given me a moment stomach and I'll go get some food. He spoke to himself seeing now he was the only person there at the moment as he grab a trey and started to grab some food as he sat down at a table and started to eat. It was his first day here of course wondering if anyone else was around he was somewhat shy around new people and was hard to open up to them as he ate his food in piece.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Sat Apr 18, 2015 3:14 pm

Food food food. This place had food up the wazoo. Quality of the smells accompanying the food made Janza drool like a dog. Normally, he would have noticed the grouping of people at this time of night. And, normally he would have felt the unusual charge to the air. Living on the age for as long as he had taught him to read a room and to keep his distance from possibly trouble, but for a person that couldn't remember the last time he had eaten it was heaven..

Moving within touching distance of the group, he found his way to the food. He picked up a tray and immediately started to pile food on top without even looking at it. The first thing he found was a 72 ounce medium rare stake. Next, he piled on his own pile of apples, followed by several pounds of sushi, a large amount of spaghetti, pizza, and a large bowl of ramen. A full cod found its way to the plate accompanied by a full chicken. He tossed a few handfuls of steamed carrots, and some artichokes on as well. On close inspection, it seemed there was also a big pile of spinach. Last, there were a dozen biscuits, two loves of bread, and a couple of pounds of butter... and two pitchers of water.

Did he wait to sit down to start eating? Within seconds, he had downed half of the steak and a loaf of bread. Half of a pizza, and half of a dozen veggies found its way into his stomach as well. It was a bit much for him to eat that much so fast after so long without eating, and it caused him to throw up. Right by the grouping of weird people. He ignored that and moved to a table across from them keeping a little bit of distance. He took his guitar and his bag from either shoulder and sat down. (Yeah, he didn't even wait to find his dorm room before coming to eat.)

The rest of the pizza lasted maybe a minute. The ramen soon followed. Within 10 minutes, the massive pile of food was down to the apples. He scarfed down 2 of them, and stuck a few apples into his uniform.

Without, a thought for any of the people that just took an exit, he left the cafeteria. He quickly found his dorm room and set the belongings onto his bed. It was time to go train.

Subject: Re: Dormitories Sat May 09, 2015 8:27 pm

With her basic necessities in hand, Hana walked into her assigned dormitory to change out of her once everyday wear and into her uniform. The fabric felt so different compared to her silk kimono, but she enjoyed the fact that it was lightweight yet sturdy against her skin. It was different, but she wasn't complaining because it was actually very comfortable. Her long brown hair was already pulled up into an elegant ponytail with braids and some flowers in her hair, so she didn't need to fix or do anything different with it. The only thing she changed were the flowers. Instead, she pulled out the flowers and decided to wear a red ribbon that matched her uniform. After changing she took her kidou training guide and headed off to her first class, where she will learn about her Reiatsu and how to control it.

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Subject: Re: Dormitories Wed May 13, 2015 10:04 am

Shusuke had to pass many dormitories occupied by other students of the Academy before he would find his own. He noticed quickly that the ranks of the hopeful shinigami were made up of all shapes, sizes, and cultures. Many had already donned their Academy uniform, while still a handful had yet to change or perhaps had not yet picked up their items from the library. He could also hear bits and pieces of conversations as he passed opened doors and groups of other students in the hallway. Thick accents could easily be picked out of the crowd, some of which intrigued him, and others yet that assaulted his ears and made him cringe.

As he finally arrived at his assigned room, he shut the door behind him and placed his bag on the lone desk that sat against the wall near a small window. Looking out the window, Shusuke could see the main academy building in its entirety, as well as a number of students making their way to different destinations. Many of the students were headed either to or from the main Academy, while others were headed to destinations unknown to him. After peering out the window and watching the everlasting flow of traffic throughout the Academy grounds, for quite some time, Shusuke wasted no time in removing the clothes from his body and wrapping the standard blue student's robes around him.

As he moved to exit the room, Shusuke stopped halfway to the door and turned around, almost forgetting to grab his kidou training guide. Retrieving the book from the desk, he tucked it away inside the blue robes he now wore before making sure once again the robes were secured nicely around his lean body. After pushing the dark purple hair that had fallen to cover half his face back behind his right ear, he made his way to the door of his room and left, being sure to close it tightly behind him.

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Subject: Re: Dormitories Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:32 am

Looking up at the entrance to the dormitory Arekusu sighed and then pushed open the door. At reception he had been handed his bundle of items and now it was time to claim his space for the duration of his stay. It was exciting in a fashion but when you are doing something you have expected to do its more a satisfaction of success.

Looking at bunks as he passed, he walked until he found a more secluded area ignoring many empty ones for one with no surrounding beds taken. Finally sitting on a bed edge he lumped the clothes and books down with the bokken and lay back. The bed was pretty uncomfortable in comparison to where he had lived but not worse compared to when he was first reborn in soul society. “Ok, nice quiet spot. What exactly do I do now.”

Speaking to no one he figured he would find a class for him and get started. Sitting up he quickly changed into the academy clothes and picked up his books and bokken… Time to start his journey and discover who he was.

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