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Post by Ikazuchi Ryûsuke on Nov 11, 2009 21:31:35 GMT -5
Gazing out towards the transparent, cysrtal blue sea which resided on the bounded shores of Duel Academy rested a youthful cherry blonde. Positioned against what seemed to be a rather bulky boulder which lied peacefully on the meadowland resembling hill top, the young student known formally as Ikazuchi Ryûsuke would express a duration of inhaling, and exhaling petite amounts of air as the ingenious blonde enjoyed to the relaxed day.
"I wish more days could be like this."
Spoke in a moderate, Relaxed tone of voice as Ryûsuke propped himself upwards as he soon began to extend his arms outwards, stemming the joints within his upper appeal. Finished with his morning and afternoon classes, the young Duelist sought to use the day as a sort of self-progression. Using his time to study his deck and practice some more duel tactics, however it was quite boring when doing such a task singly, a dueling partner would be much more efficient.
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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 11, 2009 21:47:28 GMT -5
There were a lot of things that Masami would rather do than waste her afternoons in solitude, but she had always had a lot of trouble in connecting to other people and little difficulty in idling her time away by listening to the best music, drawing the most interesting of pictures, and musing about the most unusual of thoughts. Those that had come to know Masami—and they were few—knew her as a genuinely kind person who got lost in her own mind far too often. Those that didn’t just thought of her as a big weirdo. That wasn’t too far from the truth.
Still, she eventually made her way through the grounds, cutting through the forest in an attempt to get back to her room-turned-spaceship at the Obelisks’ girls dorm. Part of her disliked the way the academy staff laid out the island buildings and put the girls’ dorm so far from campus, but the mild mannered Masami would never actually voice such a negative opinion. She did, after all, also enjoy the privacy that it afforded her.
Midstep, she noticed another figure along the way. Another Obelisk, by the looks of his fine, pale blue trimmings. She approached him, wondering what he was up to. Most people who simply sat in the wilderness by themselves and stared at the surroundings either needed help—in which case Masami should probably help them, or they were the lost, artistic type—in which case, Masami likely could relate to them. Approaching him, she made sure that she avoided coming across as too confrontational, in case he was meditating or lost in thought.
“Hey there,” she approached with a smile.
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Post by Ikazuchi Ryûsuke on Nov 11, 2009 23:02:21 GMT -5
Is life as liberal as it seems on the exterior? For the ignorant who only look at the surface, then sure, why not. However for those who possess a stronger sense of creed, for those who look past the façade into its true meaning, life is only an illusion of existing. However for one to truly live, they must experience. If this scrupulous statement is true, then what are you supposed to experience: Love, regret. Sorrow, joy, hatred, or completion, maybe all of the above. However for one to be absolute, they must live a complete life, nonetheless, no one can live a ideal life, and there will always be regret, a missed opportunity, or a certain event that was never fulfilled. So are we supposed to live our lives hoping that one day we will become complete? Or shall we lay piteously in our ignominy and uncertainty, wishing we could have done more.
Such deep thoughts coming from a young man who was liberal in his own right. Mutinous, keen, and clever, yet as gentle as a soft lanced blanket when required. Slothful at times, Ryûsuke was quite the visionary, a prosaic fortune that was sent to grace the world with deep, symbolic lyrics of love, and truth. Or simply, was he a duelist by calling? He enjoyed the sport immensely; it was something he could see himself doing for the rest of his natural life. However was there more to life then dueling?
The day was still quite heavenly. The sounds of reverberating gales echoed throughout the area as a herd of bypassing goose roamed by the skyline in which Ryûsuke now positioned himself upwards, his weight pressed against his legs which were elegantly crossed against one another. The win pressed against the Obelisk Blue blazer in which Ryûsuke had fashioned for the day. This breeze was mildly cool, however congenial.
‘Huh”
Ryûsuke had lifted himself from his position as his autumn brown eyes shifted, catching glance of a rather bulky shadow standing a mere few yards behind the once resting Obelisk. Not being a huge fan of being startled, he was truly taken back by the shadow’s true figure. Young women, curvilinear, with a petite build stunning in the face, sexy in the figure, what a site. Generating a rather charismatic demeanor, Ryûsuke expressed a stunning smile and soon gave a petite gentleman’s bow.
“Hello, however I don’t think we’ve met… I’m Ryûsuke.”
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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 12, 2009 4:04:30 GMT -5
On a separate day, maybe Masami would be more inclined to philosophical introspection. She did a lot of it in her own right. There were times where she didn’t want to do anything. Instead, she would be happy to simply sit or lay on her back, staring up at the sky or her ceiling, and just spend hours lost in her own mind. Her imagination ran amuck, concerning topics ranging from politics to abstract art and everything in between. But those were for times when she had the energy to truly devote herself to the exhausting process of self-exploration.
Reality was an abject simulacrum, or at least that’s what many said. If that was really the truth—and Masami had no way to either prove or disprove it as the case—she figured that everything was relative to herself. Any exploration of the world, the universe, and all of its mysteries must also accompany a complete exploration of the self. As enticing and invigorating as such a journey of self-exploration and discovery may be, Masami knew that she did not have the requisite hours and mental stamina at the moment to undertake it. Instead, she decided to lightheartedly brush aside the outside world, and hoped to return to her room to experience her art and music and everything escapist.
But first, there was this Obelisk boy in between her and the dormitories. Even though Masami may not have been the most social individual—and she most certainly was not prepared to endeavor a comprehensive exploration of the transcendental nature of her reality, she most certainly did not have a desire to shut out the outside world. So as long as there were interesting people in her path to talk to, Masami had little hesitation to engage them in conversation.
“We haven’t. And I’m Matsumi,” she returned an enigmatically faint smile. Masami rarely smiled too widely; it was just one of those subconscious quirks about her person. She did not give in easily to histrionics.
She took a moment to survey him. He was a ginger haired boy, a few inches taller than herself. He had sharp features, an angular jar, and a straight nose that made his countenance look particularly striking at first glance. His features did not seem to possess any exceptionally pretty or handsome features, but his overall character seemed open and expressive, and not the type to be harboring any extreme malcontent.
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Post by Ikazuchi Ryûsuke on Nov 12, 2009 18:44:09 GMT -5
Taking adequate, yet concise time to scan over the newly arrived student, Ryûsuke noticed a few traits, features, and appealing fragments that caught the tasteful attention of his Golden eyes. Her petite figure, obviously its small frame was well-curved, resembling that of a cola-bottle. Her youthful face, devoid of blemishes and flaws, however more prominently, the consistency of her skin. Her chest was exceptionally large for her frame, however still attractive to say the least. Ryûsuke, though admiring her beauty, took his attention off her appeal, and placed it towards her mental qualities.
Matsumi, huh? So after giving his name, he was graced with hers. Beautiful in its own right, Ryûsuke attempted to uphold a demeanor of bliss and comfortably with a petite smile that complemented her faint beam. He could that she was one of those girls who usually spent most of their time secluded, or for the most part, weren’t tremendously communal; which wasn’t a bad thing at all. This meant she kept to herself, and most likely didn’t care for much other’s opinions or suggestions, a firm trait that only few held.
“So what brings you out here to the woods, Matsumi-chan?”
Exclaimed as Ryûsuke placed his hands gently in his pockets, lifting the sides of his Blazer over his now enclosed wrist. Was she heading to the dorms? If so, that would provide a sufficient rationale and would make the young Student look quite dumb for asking such a pointless question. Having been at this establishment for some years now, Ryûsuke was surprised that he hadn’t seen her around, or belittled his own lack of attentiveness for not remembering her if the two had crossed eyes previously.
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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 12, 2009 19:35:20 GMT -5
What brought her to the woods?
Well, Masami had an extensive philosophical answer to the question that involved both nihilistic and transcendental explanations, but she figured that he was not really interested in spending the next fifteen minutes discussing something so petty and unsubstantial. It was, after all, neither here or there. Ultimately, Masami was simply heading back to her dorm room, and as much as she could argue that the path or the room or even herself would change based on the perception of reality, the only functional difference was when her physical body would pass through that door and enter that room.
Instead, however, she simply gestured toward the direction of the girls’ dormitory. She never quite understood why the Obelisk girls’ dormitory was so far from the rest of campus, and was the only dormitory where the girls were separate from the boys. She liked the fact that they were isolated and had incredibly luxurious accommodations, but the sheer inconvenience was sometimes a little astounding. Surely they could have built a larger Obelisk building with two wings, couldn’t they?
“I’m just heading back to my room,” she added. “I’m feeling a little tired.”
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Post by Ikazuchi Ryûsuke on Nov 12, 2009 21:07:01 GMT -5
"Ahh, the inevitable necessitate for rest.”
So she was tired, reasonable, however it wasn’t evident through her eyes, as most would envisage. She was seemingly heading back towards the Girls Dorm that rested quite the way from the main campus. Truly an irritation that Ryûsuke couldn’t hope to comprehend. Fortunately the Male’s Dorm was closer to the campus which left really no distance between the two. However the question now posed was why would he be out here? Simple really, the woods were quiet, and allowed one to express himself internally, thinking on a echelon far surpassed the typical teenage realm.
“Well, I could walk you to the Dorms if you would like some company.”
Why offer such a courteous gesture? Simple, and not for any reasons that could or would lead to any sexual connotations. Naturally, Ryûsuke was the type of guy who ostracized having others in a state in complete solitude. Walking to the Dorms alone had to be quite tedious, and Ryûsuke simply wanted to relieve that sensation from Matsumi. Though the answer would surely be no from the two just meeting, Ryûsuke had fragments of optimism that she’d agree to his proposal, which could lead to possible bounding, and the beginning of a good friendship.
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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 19, 2009 7:37:55 GMT -5
“You certainly may if you want to,” Masami replied, flashing a bit of a cold smile. Ever since she was a kid, Masami always had a little bit of trouble displaying a sense of openness and warmth that came so naturally to certain others. She was friendly, receptive, but never particularly warm or engaging. There was a level of detachment and frigidity in her voice that could push others away from her subconsciously, even if she never quite had that intention.
She tugged at her bag strap, readjusting the pack so it rested more comfortably over her one shoulder. Without another word, she began the long walk towards the girls’ dorm. The distance between the dormitory and the school made it difficult for her to go back to her room in between classes, and she usually had to make it a point so that she could actually leave the premises in order to go to classes. Sometimes she envied the proximity of some of the other dorms to the main building, because they could practically roll out of bed and still make it to their class five minutes later.
After a few steps in relative silence, she finally spoke to the other Obelisk, though she did not turn her head to look at him. It had simply occurred to her that it was odd for a boy to venture past their own dormitories and towards the girls’. “So what brings you to this part of the island?”
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