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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 7, 2018 23:35:49 GMT -5
So who was supposed to share the dorm room with Bayushi Chiyo this year?
Who cares? They aren’t here! So first choice of digs belonged to the faster, smarter roommate. That’s the way it all goes, isn’t it? First come, first serve.
It didn’t take long for Chiyo to dress up HER side of the room, let her presence be well established, colors and fashion all over the place, and little to no regard for her roommate’s tastes. Whatever they are—because they don’t matter!
They should have gotten here sooner. Sucks for them.
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Post by Otomo Mochihime on Jan 9, 2018 16:05:35 GMT -5
Two beleaguered servants carrying boxes are directed to the room by Mochihime who is fiddling with her phone. She looks up from her facescrolling to notice her roommate for the year has already arrived! How exciting!
Her smile and excitement dies a quick and messy death as the young Otomo realizes who the powers that be have chosen to be her roomie.
"Oh Heavens... It's you!" A little frown appears and she comments in a flat tone, "Yay... This will be an awesome year..."
The servants in the meantime keep bringing in boxes, most of them filled with carefully wrapped mecha models. They appear to be very, very careful with them.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 9, 2018 21:27:24 GMT -5
"Oooh, Otomo-san, is that you?" Chiyo drags the 'O' as she ends the query with a yawn. She glances at the Imperial over the edge of the book she is 'reading'. Okay, actually reading this time, but not Advanced Etiquette. She hid a romance novel behind it and spent the last ten minutes devouring a steamy scene between a foreign prince and an innocent Unicorn. This stuff is gold, but contraband and a half around these parts.
Solid gold though. 10/10.
She briefly regards all boxes, but she doesn't seem to find their quantity intimidating. "That's an impressive collection," she muses. "Did you make all of these during the break?"
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Post by Otomo Mochihime on Jan 10, 2018 15:47:51 GMT -5
There is a little frown.
"Of course not. I've been in the hobby and playing Build Fighter since I was twelve." Mochi shrugs. "I did build a bunch, including this really wicked, completely custom PKW-006 Breda. But not like you really care."
An eyebrow goes up in surprise.
"You actually studying!? Tired of failing?"
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 10, 2018 21:41:12 GMT -5
Blah, blah, tiny robot toys since I was born, blah. Blah. BLAH. Chiyo would have rolled her eyes if she didn't have a more interesting paragraph in her book for them to stay put upon. How scandalous, mister Prince! She's but a doe-eyed virgin! Mochihime might as well give her a biology lesson on dissecting frogs because at least that would have been remotely interesting and not completely made up garbage. She bet the Otomo spent ridiculous sums of koku on those stupid toys, not to mention precious time.
So in assuming the Bayushi didn't care, she only got a small hum out of Chiyo. "I don't want to fail this year," she admit, plain and simple. "You see, I have wisely decided to spend my time learning something essential for practical, real-world applications."
While she wasn't lying exactly, she was sure one of the immediate thoughts that'd spring to Mochihime's mind would not be how to make a young Utaku's hairs stand on end by applying hot breath behind her ear. Oh, Prince Javi. If only you made my hairs stand on end.
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Post by Otomo Mochihime on Jan 11, 2018 1:14:26 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, good luck with that..." There is a bit of a mocking smile. "You will need it, I suppose."
The Otomo starts unpacking her clothes. There is an inordinate amount of black and a marked lack of actual colors.
"So, met any interesting first years? Or heard about new sensei?"
The Bayushi was a terrible gossip, after all, so might as well inquire.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 11, 2018 9:40:31 GMT -5
(I had a whole post typed up and my browser ATE it so this one will be short and uninspired because work. TT My apologies.)
“The games have hardly begun,” Chiyo responds airily. “Perhaps I’ve lost my touch. It’s not like I crossed paths with a wealthy gaijin or happen to know an old childhood friend that might be attending this year. I’ve been too busy devouring all these books.”
She sounded less genuinely hostile this time. Perhaps she was already done antagonizing the other, or perhaps she found a subtler way to do it.
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Post by Otomo Mochihime on Jan 11, 2018 16:04:52 GMT -5
(Eh, no biggy, and I know the feeling. This week is hell-week at work)
Mochihime shrugs.
"Tarik-san, yes. My brother has taken a liking to him. Go figure." She finishes up putting away her clothes, but now comes the much more pleasant task of unpacking and displaying her mecha. She frowns a little. Definitely not enough shelve space. She might have to talk to someone about this!
"Well, study and self-improvement is good. You already wasted enough time with... whatever the hell you were doing last year.", the Otomo offhandedly states, distracted by calculating just how many of her models she could properly display. After all, they're her pride and joy!
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 11, 2018 20:41:42 GMT -5
The mention of Mochihime's twin visibly irked her. He's a third year now too, damn... She kept forgetting these two weren't in her graduating class last year.
"He is exotic," Chiyo admits. "But he has no idea what lies in store for him. It's almost endearing." If he wasn't a full grown man, perhaps it would have been.
It looked like the Otomo was struggling to get the mechas to fit on such a limited space. Their dorm room looked like two worlds clashing, one of vibrant colors and flowing scrolls, pressed flowers, silks--the other monocromatic, edgy, cold and stark. The Bayushi considered maybe, just maybe letting Mochihime take one of the shelves on her side. All she had on that shelf was a pair of folded robes that could fit literally anywhere else.
Be nice...it's time...to be nice. Just until the year's up.
Nah. She looked back to her book and pouted. "I would rather look ahead this time. You...can take the shelf in the middle, if you promise to put something I don't know...colorful up there. You might find it covered in flowers otherwise," she grumbled.
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Post by Otomo Mochihime on Jan 13, 2018 9:02:53 GMT -5
Mochihime raises an eyebrow. Chiyo being... not a bitch? The girl had been a terror to the students over the last years and they had clashed on occasion. Oh well, she will surely exact a price, but she could use the shelve place.
"Errrr, thanks Chiyo-san! I'll put the more colorful models up there. I much prefer more realistic looking metallic ones, but some of the super-robot genre ones have pretty sweet stats.
Seriously, it is appreciated!" There's a little frown. "If you need any help with the lore classes, just ask. You know I'm, like, the smartest in the whole school, right?"
Perhaps this wouldn't be such a disaster after all!
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