❜ 11月の雨 ✿ mono

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NICO MATSUMOTO
PRETTY BANNER COMING IN THE STORE NEAREST YOU​

Chaos erupted, though it was contained. One moment he was the center of attention, the next he'd been forgotten in the anger that simply radiated from the woman with the black hair. Questions were asked, wands readies, said questions answered, only to bring forth more queries. He could only be relieved when the letters were taken from his hand and he could slink back into a chair, preparing for yet another eruption that brimmed beneath the surface. Though he was curious, he forced himself to look away from the Boston lady; he himself hated being the center of attention, and he could only imagine that feeling being amplified when one was emotional.

Muted gray eyes studied the Native American who asked the most obvious question, and held his own tongue. Nico knew of her; or at least, had an idea of who she was. Ryan had given them all a quick briefing over dinner last night, before all hell had broken loose on Ilvermony and Taylor was stuck cleaning up the mess. So he remained quiet, even as yet another woman questioned the Red Serpent's legitimacy.

He knew Ryan wasn't stupid. Nico wouldn't be here otherwise. And while he could understand her concerns, his faith and loyalty in his friend overruled any empathy he might have had for her. She'd indirectly insulted someone he thought highly of and while he'd never voice it, he couldn't say she was growing on him.

The giant spoke, and Nico instantly warmed up to him in contrast with the Van Helsing. He knew the feeling all too well, but at least he could easily identify the reason why he'd been invited. Without Ryan, he doubted his quiet life would have been interrupted. He could only imagine one's confusion and doubt when thrust into this room full of strangers, being assured you were destined for something great when reality spoke otherwise.

[bcolor=#908b9f]"They do it on purpose."[/bcolor] He said it quietly, audible only if they truly listened. [bcolor=#908b9f]"Silver Heart doesn't discriminate based on skill, or it would be all too easy to squirm your way into their exclusive group. They choose everyone, from all walks of life, so it would be that much harder to link them all together."[/bcolor]

 

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i died ok

 

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La Vanille

OUR STORY

 

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takamine tsubaki

class 3-C

HISOKA (TEXT)

Brown eyes stare at the board, steadily growing blearier with each tick of the clock. Tsubaki's grip on her mechanical grows looser as she struggles to stay awake. She knew she shouldn't have stayed up reading that webcomic, but she'd been too curious about what happened next in each story arc. Of course, now she was stuck sleepless and frustrated, as the latest update ended on a cliffhanger. Was it even worth it? The brunette suspected the answer was no, but she'd rather not dwell on the fact.

The familiar opening piano rift of one of her favorite songs came on, and idly she wondered who was playing it in the music room above them. She saw others make note of the sound, although the teacher paid it no mind as Sawamura-sensei had as much hearing left in him as he did hair. There wasn't much left of either.

Her heart practically fell to the floor when she finally realized that the sound actually was her phone, and despite Sawamura-sensei's bad hearing he absolutely hated class interruptions. Her chest pounded as if a marching band beat within as she reached into the shelf underneath her desk, rejecting the phone call.

Not five seconds later, it rung again, catching the attention of those beside her, who gave her pointed looks and a slightly-panicked expression. Her fingers shook, now with worry as yet another attempt at rejection was met with another call from Hisoka. This time, when she rejected the fourth attempt, she brought up her message box and sent her best friend a quick text message.

is something wrong? Σ(ﾟдﾟ；) im in sawamura baldy's class but can make up an excuse. you'll save me wwww

Though her tone was almost carefree in the message, Tsubaki was genuinely worried. If Hisoka didn't reply within five minutes she'd leave her class. Hisoka was a worrywart, yes, but he wasn't one to blow things out of proportion. If he was calling repeatedly, something major was going on.