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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 13, 2017 1:52:31 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]Okay, so he knew very well that he was supposed to be studying for his upcoming math test. And yes, Takeo even made himself a study schedule that involved two or three snack breaks in between for said studying. However, his mind was somewhere else. From his dorm room, he stared at his cell phone screen, a page pulled up that displayed the famous and prestigious Mugen Academy. The schooling for the stars of today and tomorrow. The blond couldn't help but let a discouraged and envious huff of breath leave his lips. That school was costly, that's for sure. And it wasn't like he won that idol search to get a scholarship into the elaborate academy. So it seemed like nothing more than an ever-fleeting dream. Just to be enrolled. Let alone attend and graduate.
His friends always told him he had what it took. The charisma, the looks, the voice. But they were his friends. Obligated to cheer him on, even if they believed his efforts were futile. In truth, however, even if they admitted that his voice sounded akin to a fork in the garbage disposal; Takeo wouldn't quit. His dream was to grace the stage. Bellow melodious notes out tot he crowd and such. But then again, his mother always told him he would make a good CEO of a PR agency like herself. Albeit a very nice paying career, it wasn't his dream. And she understood that. Which the boy thanked the stars above for. His mother was always in his corner. "Alright!"
Hopping up from his bed, still clad in his school uniform; Takeo slipped his feet into a pair of socks and then loafers. Blond trestles of hair tied into a ponytail, sapphire hues eyed his reflection with a smirk of confidence. He'd just... examine the campus? Yeah! Just the campus. Then, he'd come back and get to studying. His body moved towards the door, but halted at his night stand. The power bracelet. Oh right, that wasn't a dream. He reached out and placed the trinket onto his wrist. Eyeing the gaudy accessory with the scrutiny of a scientist. "Sentai Venus..." It was all still pretty new to him. But those dreams, the memories, he knew they were real.
Find the others... his comrades.
Takeo hummed in thought, leaving his dorm room and heading out towards the first available bus that could get him to the Sankakusu district and then Mugen Academy. Wasting no time bypassing all of the strangers and citizens that walked about the busy Roppongi district. One of the bittersweet aspects of his school's locale. Always busy. Tons of people, tons of attractions. Boarding school as well the occasional shrine or two. A nice melting pot of cultures.
After catching the bus, Takeo sat and toyed at his phone in silence. Letting the memories of a past life flood and collide with memories of his... current? It was as if his body hosted two similar but different people. It proved to be troublesome at times. But there was no task Takeo couldn't tackle with optimism and positivism! That seemed to be one thing he and his past self shared still. He couldn't help but wonder what el—"oh?"
The bus had come to a stop. He and the other passengers exited the vehicle and went their separate ways. Takeo heading to the gargantuan building that housed the "elite" and "gifted" students. "Definitely looks like the type of place they'd house the stars of tomorrow in." The pictures didn't do it justice. Looking down at his pocket, his phone was plucked out slightly to check the time. All of the classes should have been over now, right? Maybe he could snoop around?
J-just the outside though! No need to get greedy.
With a nod, and eyes darting back and forth, the male took off towards the back exit of the academy. Immediately coming to an open door. "No way," he chuckled, "it can't be this easy, can it?" It was like the gods were giving him a freebie! He'd be a fool not to go in right? That's what he thought too! So without another moment of his precious time to waste, the blond sauntered through the open door.. and thud. He walked right into what felt like another individual. Darn it.
"H-hehe, oops? Sorry about that.." Just his luck. A Mugen Academy student. And a handsome one at that. "I guess I uh, got left behind by the tour guide?" Innocent smile and wide Cheshire grin plastered on his visage. "Faithful encounter?" That's when he felt it, there was a twinge of blurry remembrance in the back of his head. A startling instance of Deja Vu that broke his facial expression and shifted it into a dazed stupor. "Whoa..." [attr="class","sumcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Noto Sans|Ubuntu] [newclass=.kfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff6600;[/newclass] [newclass=.kficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#ff9900;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff6600 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox b]color:#ffaa00;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbase:hover .kfnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass]
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Mar 13, 2017 3:50:33 GMT -5
| Faking a smile was easy – it came easily, after so much practice. Muscles memorized in quirking the corners of sepia-hued lips just so, as his thoughts played with a personal memory, orchestrated to paint light, sincerity, within fire-torched irises.
A memory both warm and comforting for happiness, uncomfortable and bittersweet for regret.
”Sorry, but I really can’t,” Toru had sighed, as he stood with an arm out, holding the door to his dorm partly-open. Lips fixed crookedly, hinting at sadness, as he met a familiar umber gaze. ”This month received double the calls than last. The network barely lets me sleep, let alone socialize.”
Not a lie – the part about both the television network and his manager showing a sudden flair for domination. Supernatural forces stirred restlessly within Minato-Ku, active and impatient. Behavior often reserved for the month of October, strangely. Both a blessing and a curse. Views were ricocheting up, but Toru was expected to apply even more of his time than he usually did into his career.
He could turn-down the odd invitation to a beach party, or a drunken dorm weekend binge, without losing sleep. But he had flunked his second mathematics exam. He knew that he could do better – that he needed to do better – but he didn’t know what changes could be made to his precarious schedule that wouldn’t cause everything to fall apart, crushing him. Perhaps all that could be done was to grit his teeth, ride out the storm and then survey the extent of the damage at the end of the month.
With a light shudder, the elevator doors shifted, opening onto the academy building’s lower floor, and Toru’s cellphone promptly sang. Alerted, he sank a hand into the pocket of his pitch-denim jeans, withdrew his phone and held it up against his ear, without glancing at its screen.
He already knew who it was calling him, that there would be no greeting on the other end. Only the unburdening of repetitive information, instructions. Toru’s manager was nothing if not predictable.
”Mhmm. Yeah, I’m on my way now. No,” dark eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. ”I’m not waiting for you to send someone up to my room to fetch me … It’s a waste of – No. It really is. I wait – what, thirty minutes to be told that it’s safe for me to go outside? Then it’s another thirty minutes for me to get to you, and after that make-up and dressing time needs to be considered. Way too much time.”
Crossing the highly-polished floor, Toru rolled his amber hues, exasperatedly. ”I’m not arguing. Arguing implies a discussion. My not waiting is a fact. I’m just about outside of the academy, any min-“
Listening to his manager’s reprimanding must have served as a distraction, for where Toru had anticipated the building’s backdoor, he instead found himself colliding into someone else. Not too gently, although neither of them lost their sense of balance, Toru rubbed the edge of his shoulder, his conversation temporarily forgotten.
Irritation was easily shrugged-off. Humor always was an effective tool, as was a handsome smile, and the other had both. Wide enough that every last pearly-white tooth was flaunted; the warmth projected by such a simple gesture seemed to cause the blonde’s blue hues to sparkle like sapphires. Radiating, almost hypnotic, in a way that encouraged Toru not to look away, to blink as little as possible. An abnormality that was somehow … familiar.
Immediately prompting Toru’s doubts. The blonde was a stranger to him, and to Mugen Academy too. That uniform was worn by the male youth enrolled into the Gohongi Boy Academy.
”Funny, that tour guide tends to stick to the important areas. Like the lobby, the library. Everywhere but the back of the accommodation building, really.” A narrow eyebrow arched, teasing in his reply.
Mischievousness quickly shifted into concern, triggered by the blonde’s sudden dazed expression. ”Ah, you feeling okay there, Sparkles?” Toru asked, frowning slightly. ”I’m beginning to think that you might have knocked your head in our collision. Maybe you should sit, for a bit?” As he spoke, amber hues surveyed the room. Unfortunately, back rooms rarely saw enough attention to justify the implication of seating. Even the Academy had left the space practically unfurnished.
”Come on.” Moving to clap the other around the shoulder, Toru meant to steer him back through the glass door and back towards the direction that he had come from. Standing close, so as to offer support if it proved necessary. He directed the other to the top stair of the flight that led from the main grounds to the back of the building, gesturing for him to sit. ”There – a seat. And fresh air too, even better.”
Adjusting his casual stance, Toru slipped both of his hands into the back-pockets of his jeans, and his cellphone too. Choosing to abandon his earlier conversation. It seemed more pressing to make sure that the blonde wasn’t about to fall unconscious, than to continue a pointless debate over his own safety. Standing tall, flame-torched hues scrutinized the other’s face. Seemingly patient. Compassionate.
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 13, 2017 5:16:04 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]That sudden mental image that flashed in his head. It was very reminiscent to the blurry images he saw the moment he adorned the power bracelet. Although, the only differing factor was that he himself—er, Sentai Venus, was clear this time. But there was another body present. Too blurry to make out, and it seemed as though the both of them where located on a battlefield of some sort? Odd. These sequences of dream like memories had started becoming more frequent. But never had they included other people. Well, besides the princess. She was a reoccurring character in the dreams and memories. Passionate and kindhearted, and a smile that apparently matched his own. The thought of her alone warmed his chest, and even brought a rather complacent smile to his face. That's when Takeo realized he had been standing in a daze far longer than awkward silence time span had permitted. He had to say something. Anything at this point.
"Me? O-oh yeah! I'm fine!" He answered a few seconds too late. The other male had already taken it upon himself to seek out a place for the blond to sit and regain himself. Although there was nothing wrong with him in the first place. Well, besides snooping around where he shouldn't have been. To with which, the intuitive other had seemed to already have pegged early on in the conversation. "Hehe, ya caught me." No need to keep up the ruse when he was already spotted, right? And the student didn't seem to be enraged or annoyed by it. If he was, however, he did an excellent job of masking it. An actor, perhaps? He sure had the looks and voice for it.
His new destination seemed to be the the top stair of the flight that led from the main grounds to the back of the building he had previously tried to infiltrate. Slightly discouraged, Takeo simply shrug and shook off the unwanted negative feelings. Even though it was abysmally small in the first place. He found the other to be very kind and considerate. Even though it was Takeo's fault for crashing into him. The blond was even given a nickname~ "Sparkles, huh?" Taking a seat against the top stair, Takeo stroke a pose, thumb pointing to himself with pearly whites exposed once more, "think I got what it takes to shine and land a spot here?" He stood statuesque for a moment. Breaking his concentration with a hearty chuckle.
"Just kiddin'... sort of," hands moved to plant flat against the ground below. "Sparkles is a nice name and all, But you can call me Takeo." It never hurt to introduce one's self to a generous stranger right? Especially one who felt concerned for his well being after, what, thirty seconds? Definitely a nice guy in the blond's book.
Although, now that he was stationary, he could take this time to actually revel in the features of this mysterious Mugen Academy student.
From his skin tone alone, Takeo assumed him a foreigner. His hair long, similar to the blond's but a darker color and less styled. More... whimsical? Sure, why not. A taller guy, seemed to be fit and in shape too. Especially from how his form flattered the nice uniform he was clad in. It prompted Takeo's hues to look down at his own. A minor scowl at the lack there of flashiness to it. But what entranced him more so than the pigment of his skin, and length of his hair, was his eyes. It was as if they were two round embers for irises. Deep and strong. The more he gazed, the more Takeo feared being burned in the metaphorical sense. Such a stark contrast to the other's caring personalit—
pools of blue widened as another memory played in cinematic fashion. A much faster flash of imagery this time. Still blurry and hard to make out. But they were eyes. He could see himself looking back at another being. And those eyes... familiar. And the location, it wasn't a battle field this time. Some sort of... palace? The princess' palace? No, that couldn't be. He had seen that one before. Whatever building or structure that was, varied greatly from Magellan Castle.
"Huh..." head tilted slightly and eyelids lowered. A gaze of inquisition plastered on his visage as Takeo stared upward towards the other. "Have I seen you somewhere before?" He voiced aloud in a pondering tone. A small hum falling his inquiry. Maybe he could put two and two together before the other could answer? He may not have been a student at Mugen Academy, but Takeo was a smart cookie. Or so said his teachers... or was it smart ass? Whatever! Same thing!
He began putting the facts together.
Eyes that saw through the body and into the souls of others. Silky smooth, entrancing voice. An award winning smile and personality that had to compliment warm charisma and talent obviously. Hm... with the facts he had gathered... some more opinionated than others, Takeo slowly began to come to a consensus. Pulling three possibilities from the swirling thoughts in his head. Finally, a fist slammed down into an open palm. "I know!" He gushed in pride fueled excitement at his skills of deduction.
"You're an actor, right? Or an upcoming one?" That had to be it! But to save face, Takeo wouldn't speak on what movie the guy may or may not have been in. God forbid he end up incorrect and lose what small amount of cool points he had to his name. "With a voice like that, it'd be a shame to keep you as a model." The blond stood up from his seated position, arms folded across his chest, and a mater of fact nod ensuing. "Prodigy of Mugen Academy, I bet~" If that were the case, though, wouldn't Takeo have known the other's name..? "E-er, uh," back pedal, think of something else! "Sooo, do ya like it here?" Another inquired fired off with sheepish grin and scratching at the back of his own head. "I did a little research and you guy's have a lot of perks~" [attr="class","sumcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Noto Sans|Ubuntu] [newclass=.kfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff6600;[/newclass] [newclass=.kficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#ff9900;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff6600 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox b]color:#ffaa00;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbase:hover .kfnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass]
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Mar 13, 2017 7:32:20 GMT -5
| Mugen Academy had its own paid security force. Professionals trained to act as the school’s guard-dogs. Toru did not doubt that an influence for the decision were the parents of the academy’s wealthy 1% - students born into such a deep pool of wealth that actual talent no longer was seen as “important” – who found the prospect of a guardian watching their heirs and babies soothing. But he also knew that he benefited directly from such a system.
Paid professionals that kept the more … enthusiastic of Toru’s fanbase at bay. Who even monitored his mail, lessening the chances of such dedicated fans surprising him with “gifts.”
Toru wasn’t certain how Sparkles had wandered into the Academy’s grounds unaccosted, let alone having gotten inside one of the buildings via the back-exit. He wasn’t sure why someone had yet to approach them still, to question what a Gohongi student was doing outside of the dorm residential building, conversing with a known student. Toru knew that, from where he stood, two sets of security camera were upon him.
Yet, Toru also wasn’t sure that Sparkles was even a fan of his, dangerous or otherwise. Perhaps he was just a passer-by from the street, overcome by his own curiosity. Uncommonly lucky and completely ignorant of the nation’s nightly reality TV craze.
And a bit of a dork too, it would seem.
The laughter that bubbled up and burst free from Toru’s grinning lips was loud, clumsy of rhythm in its lack of restraint. ”Oh, for sure!” He returned, enthusiasm churned hot, licking his words. ”Pose just like that when next you try to enroll and you’ll be in for sure.”
”That’s a shame,” retorting, the grin which had danced upon sepia-coloured lips shifted, becoming more of a crooked smile, subtle in size. ”I was really liking your confidence.” An honest confession, although it left Toru himself feeling less confident. There was something soothing and enjoyable about the other’s demeanor, it felt natural to be swept up within its easy temperament.
A sort of … trust, perhaps. Meant to be felt when in the company of an old friend – not with a complete stranger. Quickly, Toru held to a change in subject.
”Ah, right. My bad, Takeo. I’m always too quick to assign nicknames to others – even complete strangers, it seems.” He smirked, rather impishly, contradicting his use of an apology. ”I’m going to blame your eyes this time, though. They’re awfully beautiful, to be fair.”
He was joking – he was teasing, spinning fun to quicken time, to soften the waiting. Only, perhaps his humor was in poor taste, for his words left Takeo seemingly scrutinizing him. The weight of those sapphire hues, running over every visible inch of his form, was tangible against bronzed flesh. Toru had been gawked at, sized-up and admired before, but Takeo’s attention was something else. It felt profoundly intimate, serious. And Toru wasn’t certain that he liked it.
Soft, sepia-hued lips frowned, almost pouting. Unsettled by the sudden and needless quickening of his own heart-beat. Quickly, he latched onto Takeo’s question for a distraction, although he questioned the seriousness behind it. Raised under the showbiz spotlight, Toru had gotten accustomed to everyone knowing him by name and face without any actual prompting.
”Stop, you’re embarrassing me.” Forcing himself to laugh, the soft sound sounded natural albeit a bit discomforted, and Toru moved an arm, kneading the base of his neck in a distracted gesture. ”I suppose that you could call me an actor, although I don’t consider what I do as ‘acting.’ I am on TV a lot, though.” He expected the ball to drop, but Takeo continued to fail to respond as everyone else so often did when introduced to him.
Definitely, the blonde was no fan of Okaruto. Yet, such a certainty didn’t shake off that nagging … nagging, worming under Toru’s skin.
”Sure. Can’t beat that crisp ocean air,” replying jokingly, Toru proceeded to breathe deeply in. Exhaling dramatically. ”Or were you talking about the uniforms?” Another arch of an eyebrow, but Toru strived to act a little serious, adding, ”I got accepted here at the start of high-school. It’s the only school that I know, can’t really compare it to others. It’s got its perks, its flaws, a few idiots too. But, my teachers are all understanding about the commitments that I’ve made outside of class, I doubt other schools would be.”
”What about you? What’s your insight about Gohongi Boy Academy?” Returning the question, genuine interest blazed within the fiery depths of Toru’s gaze, only for his attention to become distracted by the sudden chiming of his cellphone. ”Ah, sorry. I need to get this.” Withdrawing his phone and holding it to his ear, Toru only had to press his screen before his manager’s familiar voice assaulted his ears, concern and urgency alike audible sharply pressing pins. ”Sorry – Sorry, I didn’t mean to hang-up on you before, honest – Honest – I don’t know why, must have been my reception cutting – I did say sorry – Are you going to let me talk, or –“
Sighing heavily, Toru held his phone down at shoulder-level, allowing his manager to continue to rant without costing himself an unwanted headache. Amber hues turned back towards Takeo, and he smiled bashfully. ”Manager,” he said both softly and shortly. Then, struck by sudden realization, Toru’s smile deepened. ”You know, it went right over my head, missing your cue to introduce myself. I’m not usually an idiot, I promise. But feel free to call me, Toru. Or Aihara, if you’d prefer."
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 13, 2017 19:50:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]Consider his confidence boosted! +10 to Takeo's confidence stat. Having a student of Mugen Academy agree that he had the looks to make it into the modeling business was just what he needed to hear. Oh, wait, maybe he was kidding? Eh, all the same, Takeo's confidence was akin to a flame. All it needed was a spark and it would spread like wildfire for sure! "Hehe, I've got nothing but confidence. Trust me~" And he believed every word of it too. Without confidence, the blond felt as thought he would be just another face in the crowd. Just another kid who attended the academy because his mommy paid his way through. It killed him inside to even imagine being just another number, another fish in the sea of citizens. Especially when his dreams and aspirations were almost larger than life. Confidence had become one of Takeo's best friends. Alongside a few other traits and flirtatious mannerisms. They got him from point a to point b swift and efficiently.
Beautiful eyes? "Really?" The male had never thought too much about his eyes. They were pretty bright, he'd give them that. But he could very well have had a more... exotic eye color? But then again, the blue did go very well with his hair color and such. "Hehe, they are quite entrancing. It's how I sucker in my prey before I reveal the fangs!" Index fingers raised and curled near his lips to imitate the fangs he spoke of. A mild fit of laughter breaking his impromptu show. "No worries~ I like the nickname. It uh," he paused to ponder on his wording. "Sounds more friendlier, yanno?" It wasn't too often Takeo ran into another who seemed to share his outlook on life. And not to mention entertain his shenanigans. Fateful encounter indeed. Or maybe lucky was a more accurate word to use? Either way, Take was quite pleased with the turn out.
"That just means I get to give you one back. And uh, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm the king of nicknames." Self proclaimed. But a king nonetheless. And as such, he needed to make sure that his invisible subjects were reminded as to why he was king in the first place! But um, it would certainly help if Takeo knew the guy's name. But wait, now that he continued to examine the other more in-depthly, there was another twinge of deja vu. Less severe than the blurry ones, but still rather annoying. But a good annoying. Where had he seen this guy..? Around the city? Maybe. The mall? Possibly. But neither of those instances sounded accurate. There had to be something that the boy was forgetting, overlooking—what could it have been?!
Wait, TV? Takeo's attention was captured immediately. Of course! "Okaruto~!" Aha! That's where it was! This was the same guy from the show the male had seen once or twice before. Granted, the TV made for great background noise while he was doing homework, Takeo could recall raising his head and stealing glimpses of the guy he now stood in front of. Small world! The thought of being face to face with a TV star? This was a common dream for most teens, Takeo included. And now, he felt rather bashful for being so buddy buddy with the other. But, then again, things were going pretty well. So maybe it was alright to do so? So long as no borders were crossed, the blond was going to keep going! He heard from those trashy magazines that most celebrities wanted to be treated like normal people anyhow. Takeo could easily oblige~
Ah, then came the interesting description of the academy. From the insider's perspective, Takeo simply deduced Mugen Academy to be a regular institute for learning. Granted, most of the students were famous to some degree, but it still seemed like Gohongi's set up. Teachers that were understanding, teachers that weren't. Annoying classmates, quiet classmates, the more uh... odd classmates. Perks and flaws. The magic had been dulled down, but was Takeo discouraged? Not at all! "I'm gonna make it here, someday." He nodded. It would help him break into the idol world, he was sure of it. "But uh," index finger poked at his cheek while he thought of an accurate depiction of the institute he was enrolled in. "Well, it's pretty much the same as here I guess?" From the description he was given, at least. "No one's a TV star or actor; but we have a few gifted students there. All boy school, a good amount of eye candy at times. But then they open their mouths and it's back to the drawing board." Shoulders shrugged and a defeated sigh escaped his lips.
So many disappointments.
Takeo opened his mouth to speak once more, but was cut short by the sounds of chiming. A cellphone? Ah, his cellphone. The blond chuckled and motioned for the other to take the call. Partially due to his curiosity, but more so due tot he fact it could very well be an important call. Hands slipped into his back pockets and he began rocking back and forth on his heels. Humming a tune while his sapphire hues examined the structure of the building from where he stood. Even though the other made it out to be a regular school, it looked far more intricate and secluded. Hm, maybe all that glittered wasn't gold in this situation?
"Hm?" Attention returned to the other as he divulged who was the caller and seemed to be on the other line. His manager? Ah, so it was important business~ or well, maybe not? Seeing as though the cell phone seemed to now rest against his shoulder instead of next to his ear. "I guess that conversation was a little too long for you, huh?" Takeo chuckled in jest. He couldn't really imagine having a manager hounding him day in and day out about events and such. Even though he lived by himself now, his mother still managed to pester him in regards to his eating habits and such.
"Toru," so that was his name. Consider it locked in the blond's memory forever.
Now the nickname could be coined. And, instead of taking the time to think up some elaborate name that held several facets of clever... Takeo shot the male a wide grin. Eyes lowered and a devilish look painted itself onto his countenance. "Tofu~" Bam! And just like that, Sparkles and Tofu were born. "Ooor," Takeo leaned forward, batting his butterfly lashes. Hands clasped together, resting against the small of his back. "I could call ya, Tofu-kun~" He spoke in a teasing manner, eyebrow wiggle included.
But then another blurred memory flashed. A similar scenario but from another time..? That's it. He had to ask! This had gone on long enough. And quite frankly, Takeo had grown annoyed with the frequency of these memories. Specifically around Toru. These memories never happened this frequent. Something had to be up. But, he couldn't just outwardly ask such a thing, right? How could he even? 'Hey, are yo the reincarnation of a fallen warrior??' Yeah, no, that'd be odd. Oh, wait! Takeo coined an idea!
"Oh hey," he stood up straight and extended his right arm. "Have you seen anything like this before?" His attention and inquiry focused to the bracelet situated against his wrist. "I'm uh... a collector." He nodded. Clever boy, clever clever boy. "It looks pretty gaudy. But I figured, since you're a TV star and have probably traveled a bit; maybe you've seen something like it before?" If Toru decided to take a closer look at the bracelet, the orange-yellow jewel within would glow suddenly and quickly dim moments after. [attr="class","kfnotes"] toru can get a flashback if you want! totes up to you domino bb! [attr="class","sumcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Noto Sans|Ubuntu] [newclass=.kfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff6600;[/newclass] [newclass=.kficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#ff9900;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff6600 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox b]color:#ffaa00;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbase:hover .kfnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass]
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Mar 14, 2017 0:02:16 GMT -5
| The ball did eventually drop. And Toru’s grin softened, feeling more naturally set in place, at the familiar sound of his TV show. A comfort that steered attention away from the certainty that nagged at the masculine-built seventeen-year-old, that there was an unknown but important quality about the blonde. A forgotten element eluding his attention.
Purposely, Toru dropped his grin. His expression suddenly guarded, almost impassive. His fire-hued stare a haunting blaze, cutting in its intensity, piercing. ”When the living and the dead connect, a doorway to the Other opens and is left ajar. I am Toru Aihara, guiding you through the door.” Reciting a script long since memorized, spoken in a low, brooding tone, meant to compel. As abruptly, the adolescent winked at Takeo, his audience, breaking from character. ”Ah, probably should have started with that introduction, huh? Personally, I don’t think that that speech works as well outside of my trench-coat costume.”
It could prove to be a taxing undertaking, balancing humor with seriousness. Toru had tried with his description of Mugen Academy to an outsider, although he wondered if perhaps he had held too much of his humor back, his seriousness treading into depressive waters. The Academy’s PR seemed set on portraying the establishment as a paragon among its own kind, and Toru likely wasn’t doing it any favors.
Still, Takeo’s declaration seemed sincere, determined. Hinting at determination which perked Toru’s interest. Bronzed lips parted, about to inquire about what the other’s vital “talent” was, the hook that was necessary to secure him a place in the Academy, but Takeo’s description of his own high-school distracted him. Causing Toru to laugh, again. Amused.
”So, you’re interested in looks with smarts? Good to know,” Toru replied, his smile turning crooked, wicked. It was a subtle acknowledgment that he hadn’t overlooked the other’s allusion for holding an interest in the same gender. If it was an important quirk, it was only so because it further painted Takeo as interesting, intriguing.
”All rants feel long,” he answered, upon the blonde commenting upon his phone conversation, shrugging his broad shoulders gracefully. ”But his heart is in the right place. He just needs a few minutes without interruptions to get it out of his system.” It was then that Takeo made a go at returning a nickname, and his effort left the taller youth snorting, not exactly agreeable but not quite a protest either.
”Well, Sire, I stand in awe of your superior abilities,” he teased, dipping into a bow for emphasis. However, as he moved so as to stand tall once more, he continued by adding, ”consider me to be Tofu-kun from now on.”
His attention brought to Takeo’s wrist, the same intense smoldering heat flared once again within Toru’s gaze. Artifacts, particularly those that hinted at mystery or the occult, always perked his curiosity and interest. ”Oh?” Inquisitive, Toru moved closer so as to stand beside Takeo, his gaze locked upon the bracelet. Visually, it lacked obvious traits shared by the aged items in which Okaruto often focused episodes upon. The twisting gold did not look as if it had observed the passing of generations, its craftsmanship not individualistic or identifiable. The golden gemstone gripped in its center certainly looked real though. Framed by a symbol that pricked at Toru’s memory but still he struggled to form its origin.
”Where did you collect it from?” he asked. The collecting of magical trinkets, both ancient and new, was a selectively private community, there was a chance that he’d recognize a name if spoken. ”That symbol does look familiar, but …” Thoughts churning, brooding, Toru had extended a hand as he spoke, his strong fingertips reached out to brush the bracelet’s metal surface. Only, the moment that dusky flesh forged a connection, Toru no longer saw Takeo standing before him.
He was elsewhere.
Standing – No. Kneeling, on bent knee, a stance meant to convey the deepest respect, he was in an extravagantly spacious hall. A vestibule, really. Lit torches had been fixed to stone walls, projecting a warm glow to hold back creeping shadows. The air was pungent with the smokey perfume of incense. Breathing in, deeply, the taste pricked at his senses. Angelica for protection, frankincense to dispel evil energies and clove to strengthen said wards –
But how did Toru know that? And why was he dressed as he was – in a uniform of chiffon, scarlet and sable? A uniform that he wore with meticulous care, which filled him with pride.
Thoughts contemplative, bewildered, he became instantly distracted by a hand taking that which he had extended, perched above resting knee. Fingers interlocked with his, so much frailer. Softer. Warm. Raising his head, Toru at once saw Her. Cushion lips composed a smile, forming a single word, uttering his name.
”Mars.” That was what he had once been known by. He had forgotten.
He had forgotten Her. He had also forgotten that he was still holding onto his phone, to maintain his grip.
The rectangle form slipped free from masculine fingers. Turning once as it fell through open air, before striking the first of many brick stairs with an audible impact. Once. Twice. It tumbled from stair to stair, each thump promising to do much damage than the last. Amber eyes did not track its destination, but the punishing echo was enough to awaken Toru, to drag him back to his present.
His gaze remained locked upon the shape of his own fingers, resting against unnatural gold. Only, he wasn’t quite perceiving the strange piece of jewelry, but instead he could still picture more delicate fingers holding onto his own.
Only did Toru move when he became suddenly conscious of damp heat tickling his left cheekbone. Moving his hand, he swiped at the moisture, before staring, confused. ”Why … why am I crying?” He murmured, although he could not accurately say who to – Takeo, or himself or – or to the man that he only briefly remembered once existed.
Stellar Knight Mars.
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[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] QUICK TIME EVENT || ROLLING GIRL [attr="class","event1"]A female student had grabbed hold of her things. Finger tips gripped tight at the strap of her backpack while she trudged onward. Leaving the academy's doors, downtrodden, head down. Eyes focused on her feet as she begrudgingly moved onward. Eyes glossed over and lips twinging. She had fought the nasty feelings for quite some time. But today, she just wanted it to end. She didn't deserve it, she did nothing but her best. But it was never enough. Not for the teachers, the students, her parents.. maybe even herself. Nothing she did was enough, no matter how many sleepless nights she slaved away working. She stopped in place, the bangs of her unkempt black hair falling over her eyes. Hiding the beginning of the tears forming. Her hand let go of the backpack strap, hazy vision locking sights to the damage to her palms. Why wasn't she enough?Her fingers curled, hand bawled into a tight fist, teeth sunk down into the brim of her lower lip. She should just end it here. There was no point in contin— "A-AUGH!!"She felt something impale her from behind. A sharp object. Burying itself within her body from her back as she fell over onto the ground. Laying lifeless as a collective of black and purple energies surrounded her body. It only took a second before a humanoid beast rose from her downed body. Breaking free akin to a butterfly from a cocoon. First there were four of the beings [x]. The four then came together and formed into one collective [being]. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"The laugh echoed through the campus of the school. The being levitated into the air and flew towards the roof. Leaving her "cocoon" of a lifeless body behind. There was revenge to reap. TORU AIHARAMADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Mar 14, 2017 4:37:42 GMT -5
| Three years. That was the length of time that Toru had invested into Okaruto. And in that time he had investigated countless recountings of possessions. Of retellings of outer-body experiences. What he had just seen, had just experienced, did not accurately match either explanation.
He could not even describe it as a “waking dream.” Every moment perceiving that … place, he had been ever conscious of his own consciousness, of what his eyes were seeing did not match with his reality. The most accurate comparison that he could think of was that of a memory. Only that proved to be the most improbable answer of them all, and only raised further questions.
It was bewildering, and it had reduced Toru into a state of utter confusion. Amber hues, still damp, stared Takeo down, dark eyebrows knitted tight, almost scowling. Another tirade of pressing questions that he struggled to find words for. He knew that the blonde was connected to it all – to the weird bracelet that he had claimed ownership of, to whatever it was that Toru had seen too. Toru knew it with an unquestioning sense of certainty. But details were elusive.
Soft caramelized lips parted, prepared to demand further answers. Only, a different voice cut across Toru’s own – a collection of voices, sounds. Deeply distressed. A chorus of shrieks and screams. Alarmed, Toru turned so as to look behind and towards the main campus. His scowl deepening as he saw familiar and less familiar faces running away from campus grounds, clearly terrified.
”What the –“ Toru had begun to mutter, only for his voice to catch, painfully, in his throat. As if silenced by the malicious cackling that sliced, cruelly, through the air, a painful intensity to the ears. Or by the impossible sight of a glass-forged entity, translucent with her form catching and reflecting the daylight, flying towards the roof of the academy’s main building. In truth, both were secondary to what he felt – terribly familiar, not felt since his childhood. Not forgotten and not missed.
Evil. He would always recognize that noxious dread. That crushing weight. That piercing chill.
His bronzed complexion paled visibly, and he held his breath sharply on a soft whisper. ”No …” A pitiful plead whispered by a frightened five-year-old boy who had naively thought that the darkness listened. His mother’s harsh response had been to pressure him to confront the dark, to fight back. Back then, the thought had scared Toru, he hadn’t wanted to. Just as he did not want to now.
Only he knew that if he didn’t, then who would?
He said nothing to Takeo. Instead, he clenched his hands so tightly into fists that the pressure of his own nails against his skin hurt. And inhaled shakily, deeply. Before lunging into a sprint.
He wasn’t thinking – he didn’t allow his mind to focus on thoughts, to second-guess his own behavior. Dodging and weaving around fleeing students and faculty, Toru threw open the lobby’s glass doors, dashed for one of the elevators and jammed a thumb against the door’s electric button. Allowing himself a short sign of relief upon finding that it was in perfect working order. There were too many flights of stairs to be taken to the roof.
Unfortunately, once Toru found himself standing upon the building’s sky-roof, with the intimidating and impossible entity visibly before him, the realization concerning the folly of his impulsiveness chose to strike him hard. After all, he had no plan.
He was only human and the source of evil was clearly not. So, he was an idiot as well.
Yet, just as there had been no time for second-guessing on his way to the rooftop, there was no time for doubts now. His career was to expose the truth behind the questionable, the terrifying. Though there was no camera currently focused upon him, the show did not stop rolling. Whether he once was Knight Mars or had always been just Toru Aihara was irrelevant – both guided against the Other.
Purposely, Toru hid his doubts from his expression. Hues of molten flame watched the translucent humanoid visage with unyielding intensity. ”I feel your hatred,” he confessed softly. ”Your pain, it’s become unbearable. And now you’re hiding it beneath all your terrible anger. If you show your power then it’ll hurt less, right?” He paused, briefly. As if in thought. ”But that’s not right. You’re only going to hurt more if you don’t stop now.” | |
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[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] QUICK TIME EVENT || ROLLING GIRL [attr="class","event1"]The female youma moved to the roof of the academy. Perching at the center, hovering a few inches above the floor below. Her eyes surveyed the frenzy she had created with great pride and accomplishment. This was what she wanted. She wanted them to fear her. Drown in the despair inducing metamorphosis she had undergone only moments ago. She felt stronger! All of those feelings of uselessness had been thwarted, extinguished! With this newfound power? She could burn this entire establishment to the ground! Leave it in nothing but rubble and debris. A memorial for her pain and strife! Then, after she handled the building, she'd take out each of her aggressors. One by one. Each bully, each doubting family member. Each staff member of this wretched place. She'd destroy them all! No one would stand in her w— "eh?"Her head snapped back at the sounds of another being present. How dare he. How dare he? "Silence!" She barked in return. "You know nothing of my pain! This hatred is nothing compared to what I felt before!" Her mouth opened, no teeth to be shown, but the malicious grin that formed was prominent as she floated higher into the air. "I know you," she began, "The token TV personality of this hell hole." Eyes hardened, lowered to a piercing glare. "THANKS TO PEOPLE LIKE YOU, I'VE FALLEN THROUGH THE CRACKS!!" Her shrill screech of despair rang through the air. Cutting through even the wind currents themselves. "He... hehe... HAHAHAHA!! WITH THIS NEW POWER, I CAN END THIS. I CAN END YOU!"That's right, that voice in her head. It said to target the light. To find and destroy it. He was the light of this school. One of the many beckons. The monster's eyes widened and a hand extended towards Toru. "I'll erase you. I'll erase you and everything that hurt me!!" Purple energy began to swirl about her body, coagulating at her palm and form into a blinding Purple orb. Her maniacal laughter ensued as she gathered energy. "I WON'T FAIL AGAIN!"TAKEO AIKO • TORU AIHARAMADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]"Family heirloom. It was uh, passed down to me." The flicker from the bracelet was enough to confirm Takeo's suspicions. But he couldn't help but wonder if it was simply some ability the transformation trinket carried instead? It wasn't like he was given an instructional booklet or how-to video on every in and out of the thing. Rather, it was tossed to him in a life or death situation and he took to it almost immediately. Though, with that said, maybe he knew the ins and outs of it? And well, he had a feeling that the flickering was indeed a sign he had stumbled across a comrade from a time long ago. Takeo recalled being tasked with the job of reuniting the Knights of the planets. But he had no idea the emotion that would follow such an adventure.
Sapphire orbs watched intently at matching Amber variants. Only to be sucked into another sequence of memories as well. But far more vibrant and crystal clear. Now, the other had a clear face. Those eyes, they were the same. A comrade in battle, Sentai Mars. Images of the two on the battlefield played in cinematic fashion. One another taking down the forces of evil, taking precautions as to guard the well being of one another among the other blurry figures around them. The other knights... he had to find them. There was a pang in his heart after the memories faded. His eyes welled up at the sight of the other in tears. His friend, he couldn't stand seeing them upset. "I-I don't... I mean, you and I are—"
Catastrophe struck and broke the reunion. Snapping Takeo back from his stupor. His head craned about in the direction of the commotion. Screams of students, male and female. Not to mention a few adults as well as a shriek that pierced the peace of the area almost effortlessly. "Dammit." He cursed under his breath. Could it have been one of those youma causing havoc? Here?? Those ungrateful heathens had no decency it seemed. They would outwardly spawn and attack the citizens in any area. Eyes still locked on to the direction of the incident. Then, within the sky, Takeo could make out a figure zipping through the air. Heading towards the rooftop. His eyes widened, teeth clinched. He could feel it's power. A youma with matching levels of the monster he took on prior to his own awakening. He had to destroy it. Or at least lead it away from the area.
"We need to g—" Eyes widened yet again, in fear rather than dismay however. Toru had took off! Heading into the building?? Mouth opened, but no words could form. Instead, his facial expression hardened. Eyes grew sharper, resolve overflowing from his body and posture. Head craned back to eye the roof top. That thing was there. Takeo would make swift work of it.
He'd protect the students. The staff. His precious friend.
Takeo took off towards the building. Running in the opposite direction that Toru had took. Deciding to use the opportunity to transform and deal with the pest quick and efficiently. The blond bobbed and weaved through the frantic crowd of people. Only stopping when he noticed a fallen student. His first inclination was to assume she had gotten hurt in the stampede. So he ran to her side. "H-hey, are you okay??"
Hands reached out to hold her. She felt so... cold. Lifeless. But she was breathing..? His eyes narrowed, brows contorting in confusion. Could it be that... eyes sprung open. Takeo moved the female to a safe patch of grass, away from the frantic crowd. He gave her one more look before taking off to the school building from the rear.
His hand bawled tightly into a fist, he stopped once the coast was clear an through his fist heavenward. The gold jewel of his transformation bracelet a glow. "Raise your sword, Venus Power!" Once the phrase was shouted with drive and purpose, the gold jewel within the bracelet began to emit a blinding light that soon took over Takeo's entire body.
The world around him became nothing more than a fluorescent orange backdrop accompanied by the stars from the galaxy itself. Takeo's body nothing more than a blinding silhouette of light that ebbed and flowed in tune with a trail of stars. His body soared through the new found space, only to stop dead in it's tracks and become surrounded by a ribbon of stars. His hands raised and with the sudden pop, he was granted White gloves with an orange trim. Stars from above spiraled towards him and on contact with his body they too exploded into the ensemble of the Stellar Knight. A crisp white dress shirt, and blue vest appeared on his body. Hands came down and a trail of stairs danced across his arms until a matching white and orange accented penguin tailed suit top appeared, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Landing on what would be assumed ground, a star below him would shine a blinding light and matching white pants would now be present against his body. White and orange lace up dress shoes on his feet. Finally, three more stars would collide against his body. One forming a bow tie of matching orange and navy blue color scheme, the second a small red ribbon that tied and reaffirmed his ponytail, and the final star forming into a whip around his waist. Azure eyes opened and immediately shifted to gold in color as the stars faded. A wink would cause two silver studs to appear on his ears. The symbol of Venus glowing proudly against his forehead, and the running of his gloved finger through his ponytail would signal the finishing touches to his transformation.
Transformation finished, Sentai Venus took off towards the roof. Leaping through the air as the screams of the Youma caught his ears. "Hang on, Toru." He thought to himself, the soles of his shoes landing and pushing off of the surfaces of buildings as he ascended higher. Just in time to administer a kick to the side of the Youma. Prompting the demon to let out a screech of pain as the purple orb disappeared, and the monster began it's descent from the sky.
Landing in front of Toru, Sentai Venus took a stance and began. "Clad in the attire of Venus. I am the handsome suited soldier who fights for Love and Beauty, Sentai Venus!" His body spun into a crisp stance. Index finger pointed skyward before a wink and sparkle ensued. A flipping back of the stray strands of blond hair from his piercing eyes created a break in his introduction. "In the name of Love, you shall be punished." His hand took hold of his whip and with the crack of it, a toothy grin would be exposed. "En garde!"
Hoping his assault to the monster's side was enough to warrant a moment or two of reprieve, he turned to the tanned skin male and extended a hand. A warm grin plastered on his face. "You're okay, right?" He looked to not have been touched yet, thank goodness. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. But I swear to you, I'll protect y—" The Youma let out a screech once more. Prompting Venus to turn in attention.
"Protect yourself!" He spoke out to Toru. "I'll make quick work of her." Venus spoke out in an abundance of confidence. Only to feel a sudden surge of power. It was different than before. It was filled with hope rather than despair. Slowly, his head turned back to face the other, a shining, familiar red symbol shining through on the surface of the other's forehead. "Mars..." [attr="class","sumcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Noto Sans|Ubuntu] [newclass=.kfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff6600;[/newclass] [newclass=.kficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#ff9900;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff6600 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox b]color:#ffaa00;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbase:hover .kfnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass]
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Mar 14, 2017 9:22:00 GMT -5
| As a preteen youth, Toru had competed on a reality television show designed for the promoting and the exposing of psychics. Now, in his later years of adolescence, he still recalled one of his competitors, a man named Jun Ito, who had claimed, quite confidently, that no spirit or spiritual power, no matter how aggrieved, could inflict physical harm.
Toru remembered Jun so clearly, even after roughly five years since the show’s finale, because, even at twelve-years-old, he had known Jun to be so terribly wrong.
Difficult and unresolved emotions, chaotic circumstances, kept a spirit earthbound. Trapped. Maddened. It bred a dark power, an in-balance, which any spirit could draw upon, abuse, with the right knowledge and will. That Jun hadn’t known as such was only because he had never found himself at the mercy of evil before. If only Toru had ever been so lucky.
Yet, as tormented and haunted as those shades had reduced him into feeling back in his past, it was only now that Toru realized that they were mere shadows compared to the creature before him. Toru recalled cruel pinches and slaps, hair-pulling and physically being thrown into walls, but all had come about after physically being touched. Whatever the creature was or who she might have been, she didn’t have to touch a hair upon his raven-hued head to inflict pain.
Her voice, those hateful words that she shrieked, her anguish contained within every last word spoken, tore at Toru. His ears felt as if they were being savagely stabbed at with shards of glass, shredding such fragile flesh. His stomach rolled and heaved sickeningly, his very mind seemed intent on exploding under such force. And the only resistance that Toru could offer was to wince, teeth gritted against a yelping howl, as he sank to his knees, his body bent as his arms held tightly to his own torso, as if that alone would hold him together.
Worse, the pain that he had said that he could feel from her, he continued to feel keenly. Accompanying his own. He felt the crushing weight of her loneliness and her despair. He knew that she had spoken truthfully – that she felt betrayed by Mugen, betrayed by people like him. And he couldn’t blame her. Those fortunate enough to achieve a placement within their academy are always told that they were “special,” “talented,” “the best.” It was cruel, when a “shining star” became overshadowed and snuffed out by those who shone brighter around them. And it felt all the crueler, all the more distressing to Toru. To feel her pain so keenly but to be unable to comfort, to apologize. For Toru did not recognize her as she was now. He didn’t know her name; neither did he recognize the sound of her voice.
Breathing heavily, roughly, strained, he didn’t know how to help her. ”Please,” he gasped. ”Please, don’t do this to yourself …”
Molten hues widened in accordance to the creature’s own gesture, but he felt only fear at the sight of that growing purple light, knowing what she meant to do with it. I can’t do anything, Toru weakly acknowledged to himself.
Wrong. One short thought countered his despair. Spoken in a voice that sounded like Toru’s own but … not quite. Softer. Kinder. A more gentle echo. And yet still profoundly startling, as it was the first time that Toru had overheard a voice other than his own within his thoughts.
Outside of his head, the creature was attacked, knocked off balance and her deadly attack halted, by the appearance of a “sentai.” The golden ponytail that Toru’s savior had styled his hair was strikingly familiar, but the penguin-tailed suit that he wore was even more-so. A change of certain colours and it was a close match to the uniform that Knight Mars had worn in Toru’s memory of him. It left Toru staring closely at “Sentai Venus.” And the longer that he stared, the more distinctively familiar that certain features of the other’s appearance seemed to him. Until the blonde knight spoke to him, concerned, and all but confirmed a stunned Toru.
Takeo?
Yes. The Knight of Venus, that other voice confirmed. Our –
”- Friend,” Toru whispered out-loud, somewhat conscious that the corners of his eyes were prickling, uncomfortably damp once again. Only, he quickly became overwhelmed as his mind flared with an intense searing pain, causing Toru to claw at his own temples, crying out. Before Takeo, the creature and Mugen Academy were suddenly gone, replaced with the aftermath of a vaguely familiar battleground.
Toru was filthy. Caked and crusted in sweat, and in mud and blood too. His body ached from exhaustion, his lungs felt heavy and slightly starved, but it wasn’t fear or apprehension warming his blood – it was relief. Happiness. He was laughing, as he stood beside four others.
Three of the four appeared hazy before Toru’s gaze, as if he were counting them against the sun. Only the familiar visage of Takeo appeared clear to him. That radiant grin still proved to be contagious, as he found himself grinning back in return, before affectionately bumping a mud-sprayed shoulder against his shorter friend. ”Now I, for one, have complete faith in our illustrious leader.” Toru felt his own lips moving, even if the sound of the voice spoken from his own mouth sounded strange to his ears. ”If not for his quick thinking seconds ago we’d all be feeling more than a little embarrassed right now. So, perhaps our prince shouldn’t tease him so?” More laughter burst free from his lips and then Toru was in another setting. Cleaner of appearance, but the three were still difficult to see clearly, with Takeo once again the lone exception.
”What is this?” Further bewilderment followed, for Toru wasn’t certain if he had spoken his question out-loud or within the confines of his mind.
Memories, that voice replied.
”Yours?”
And your own.
Toru was conscious of the searing heat, causing such unpleasantness to his mind, was still growing in intensity, even though he kept finding himself in different scenery – memories. ”But why?”
You want to help that anguishing soul, but to do that you must first awaken – I need to be allowed to wake up.
”I don’t understand. Just what are you?” As if in answer, Toru found himself once again kneeling on bent knee within that same shadowed vestibule. Her smiling face seeming to laugh at his lack of understanding, even as she held tenderly to his hand.
”I am what you once were.” Again, Toru could feel his own lips moving, forming that strange voice. ”Don’t you remember yet? Everyone called us Her knight, Her champion, but we have always been more than that. We are the instrument of Her will. And that’s precisely why we are never helpless.”
The memories stopped. Toru found himself kneeling exactly where he had fallen, the searing intensity now dulling inside of his head. Fingertips traced the shape of fire that now marked him, the symbol of Mars. Molten hues swerved, focusing upon Takeo’s face. Tears trickled wet lines down bronzed cheeks, even as Toru grinned, laughing recklessly.
He could feel the familiar weight of his power bracelet, resting around his right wrist, as if it had always been there, as if he had never taken it off. And he traced his left fingertips lightly across the surface of its ruby gemstone, before he extended his right arm up, fingers spread and reaching towards the sky. ”Raise your sword, Mars power!” he shouted, words that blazed with his own power.
And the world blazed too in response, however briefly. A crimson backdrop, toasted with the fiery glow and warmth that Toru knew to be Mars itself. It enfolded him, embraced him, much as a doting mother might do with their child. Vitalizing him with strength and valor – and hope. For a brief but glorious moment, Toru was a beacon of living fire.
Flames that danced brazenly in their ephemeral state, Toru joining in on their graceful rhythm, even as the fire gradually receded first from his hands and his feet. Leaving, in their wake, gloves that extended from his wrists to his fingertips, faultlessly white excluding thin crimson trimmings, whilst handsomely tailored laced dress-shoes graced his feet, blood-red of hue. Next followed a pale dress-shirt, accessories only with a crimson vest at first, but a sweeping white penguin-tailed jacket soon materialized from the fire, with sleeves that were long but smartly cuffed, accented with thin trails of vivid red. Metal plating, sable of hue, protected the broad width of his shoulders. Following next were tailored white slacks. Whilst a crimson bow-tie, a pitch-black short-bow materializing in his right hand, and the inked rectangular shape of a paper talisman resting visibly from his jacket’s outer-pocket completed the transformation.
Fire now fading into ash, Toru shifted his stance, so that he stood sideways facing the glass-like yoma, his right arm at first directing the blackened form of his bow towards the heavens, whilst he traced his left fingertips down from its fanged frame, materializing an equally as dark arrow. ”Garbed in the garments of Mars, I am the handsomely suited soldier who fights for flame and prophecy, Sentai Mars!” In his announcement, Toru strung his bow, twisted the positioning of his arms so that his arrow was directed threateningly at the yoma. ”In the name of Mars, I’ll chastise you!” Bronzed lips shifted, a corner of his upper lip quirked, forming a smirk as Toru laughed. A short taunting sound.
Rather than fire an arrow, hues that blazed brightly, as if amber irises were actually living flames, focused upon Takeo. ”I’ll follow your lead – as always, oh illustrious Venus-taichou,” he teased, winking impishly.
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Post by ☾ on Mar 14, 2017 20:17:00 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] QUICK TIME EVENT || ROLLING GIRL [attr="class","event1"]The kick to it's side caused the youma to spiral downward. A hand gripping at the affronted area as she plummeted downward. Lips twisted into a disgruntled scowl while she cursed under her breath. The kick itself wasn't detrimental, it was the element of surprise that had caught her off guard. It added an extra sting to the blow. However, it only took a moment or two before she managed to regain her balance and hover effortlessly within the air once more. Although, even more disgruntled at the sudden surge of energy she felt. It was no longer one threat, but two of them! This wasn't fair! Once again she was being cheated out of success!! And she was so damn close to eradicating that pest!! "AAAAHHHHH!!" Hands gripped at the top of her head, pulling at translucent hair as she rose to the roof. Staring the two sentai down with a glare of disdain and fury. "This is EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN!" An index finger shot forth, pointing towards the two males. "Even when you deserve to be punished, you somehow get saved! Where was MY SAVIOR?!"awakening! enter, sentai mars! awakening! enter, sentai mars! it's time to get your skills! apply for them here! The youma extended her hand once more, a crazed glare and menacing grin on plastered on her face. "I'll end you both! I'll destroy the light and then this entire academy!!" The dark energy began to swirl about her hand once more. The purple orb forming once again and firing forward towards the pair of Stellar Knights. "DIE DIE DIE!!"TAKEO AIKO • TORU AIHARA MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 15, 2017 2:54:50 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]Golden hues watched on as his friend began to speak. The voice that left sepia toned lips however, it carried traces of remembrance. Evoking the beginning of a smirk against Venus' lip. Could it be that his comrade was returning to him? It seemed to be as such. He watched on, without speaking and interrupting the combining of two similar yet different entities. He too had went through the experience not too long ago. He knew how... out of body the entire ordeal was. And he wouldn't get in the way of Toru coming to grips with the warrior he once was, and would soon become once more. Venus turned his head and looked out towards the edge of the rooftop. The youma had yet to reveal herself again. But there was no sounds of the beast colliding into the ground. His eyes closed and he cleared his mind. He could sense it, the demon was still alive.
> Sentai Venus used his sixth sense. The Youma is ranked at the POWER LEVEL <
Eyes opened and he chuckled to himself. It seemed as though the odds were in their favor. The monster's power levels, while still dangerous, rivaled his own. And seeing as though there would soon be two knights present, this should be a cake walk of an ordeal to handle. Assuming that the other came to grips with his other self and accepted the transformation, past, and present. The thought alone caused Venus to crane his head back to look at his comrade. He could feel the power levels rising within the other. His grin widening, heart beat quickening in excitement at the prospect of being reunited with someone so near and dear to him.
Venus wasn't the only being to be delighted by the events that were unfolding. Takeo was overjoyed. He feared fighting alone for a long time. Of course he was ready and willing to dedicate himself to the cause and take down as many malicious demons that he had to. Ensuring the safety of all was his duty. However, now that the thoughts of having a partner to assist him, to be at his side, to reap the joys of a job well done was soon to be a real thing? He couldn't help but feel overjoyed! Anxious as well. This was going to be a new chapter unfolding for Toru and himself. And to think, his only intentions of the day were to visit the campus of the academy.
Things had certainly changed for the better!
If only he could exterminate this larger than life pest that was hell bent on revenge. From the words she had spoken, Venus deduced her to have once been some sort of student. That's when his eyes widened in realization. The pieces of the puzzle coming together and confirming his suspicions. The downed girl he had saw before taking off... could this be some sort of projection of her frustrations? But... how exactly could she have...?
His thoughts were cut short by the familiar phrase shouted from a familiar voice. "Welcome back." He spoke to himself, his grin evolving into a full fledged smile as the surge of power behind him registered with him. He waited a moment or two, slowly turning around after the other's transformation was complete. Extending a hand outward to his fellow sentai in a playful manner. "Glad you decided to show up. I was a little worried you were more content sleeping." The golden haired male winked to the other. Just in tune with the youma rearing her ugly head. "Right on time," he teased, looking back to the monster.
"She's the manifestation of a student I found earlier." Gloved hand moved to his trusty whip, gripping hold of it, golden hues locking in on the enemy. "How it happened, is beyond me." The whip began to glow a bright golden glow. "But I'm sure she won't be too keen on telling us either." Shoulders shrugged, listening to the youma once more. The hurt and pain in her voice evoking a clinching of his teeth behind closed lips. It was a tragedy, hearing someone suffer like this. "You won't suffer for too much longer," he started, "Allow us to ease your pain~"
Once the youma fired her attack, the knight of Venus wasted no time cracking his whip and attacking the orb of malicious energy. Reflecting it outward and skyward. Watching the energy dissipate within thin air. "She's a weaker one," He called out to his comrade, leaping into the air. "We'll make quick work of her!" A plan had been devised the moment he became airborne. Being that her power level was where it was, Venus was sure Mars' ability could easily exorcise her from existence. All he needed was assistance.
Hand held onto the grip of his whip, arm moving about in rhythmic fashion and causing the golden glow of his weapon to shine and beam. The whip itself became nothing more than light that danced about the knight's form and body, causing his hair to rise until it became a sole ball of golden energy atop his head. Right index finger raised and pressed against the surface of the golden orb, evoking another beam and glow. "Venus, Wink Whip Syndrome!" He exclaimed, lowering his right arm to point at the youma, his left hand coming to rest against his elbow.
The orb then suddenly broke and formed into three tendrils of golden light. Ripping through the air in rhythmic fashion. Aiming towards the Youma in an attempt to wrap and ensnare her within mid air.
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Mar 15, 2017 7:28:24 GMT -5
| Fear had sought to crush him. As had despair, and doubt. And an endless assault of questions.
No more did Toru flounder, a slow drowning beneath regret. The blazing flames that had embraced him during his transformation were gone, but Toru still felt the warmth of Mars, singing, soothing, cheering within the rhythm of his veins. Holding him up high. Igniting his lungs with strength, and bravery, and hope. Happiness too – no elation. This was right. As he was now, standing with Venus, fighting to fix committed wrongs – it was as he was supposed to have been. He was the Knight of Mars.
And he held tightly to Venus’s offered hand. Fingers intertwining. Sepia-hued lips grinning even wider. ”Oh, you know me. Never could manage to sleep soundly. I was bound to wake up sooner than later,” he joked. Fingers squeezed the other’s, voicing further words that could not be spoken in their brief moment. But they were finally together again.
The yoma’s reappearance saw Toru relenting his hold. Dropping one hand to rest by his side, whilst his other tightened his hold upon his bow. Excited flames which had danced roguishly within amber hues simmered to a paler flame, as Toru’s grin faltered. Pressing into a tight line of resignation, hinting at sadness.
He now saw her clearly. Only now realizing that he really hadn’t before, distracted by the pull of her pain and by his own deep slumber. Her translucent disfigurement was but an outer layer, one among five. Like a matryoshka doll. One layer hiding the other that nestled within. And at her center a dark seed had taken root. Dark tendrils were insidiously spreading before Toru’s piercing stare, like weeds set on strangling a lone flower. She didn’t see it. She didn’t feel it. And she didn’t know the parasite that was sickening her, as both Venus and Mars did.
”Chaos,” Toru spoke, tersely, following Venus’s exposure of what Toru had already suspected might be the creature’s origins, a fellow student turned monster. ”She’s been corrupted.” Just like before.
Toru didn’t need to speak what he suspected had weighed upon his friend’s mind too. Chaos’s corruption of innocents, its attention set upon Earth, was what had caused the terrible events of the past. The death of the Silver Millennium. Of Venus, and Mars and all whom they had known and loved. It was unspeakably cruel that Chaos meant to be a plague within this existence too.
But they could save this one innocent. Toru knew that both he and Venus could at least do that, even if she, in her corrupted state, fought to stop them.
Venus once again took care of the Yoma’s deadly purple orb. His Sacred Weapon swiped the corrupted energy away easily enough. Confidence, and likely a less harmonious trait acquired in his new being, compelled Toru to comment, impulsively, ”we’re a bit resilient – kind of a necessity, being knights and all that.” Molten hues glanced apologetically at his companion. He had to admit, he did sound a little taunting.
Venus moved so as to strike. ”Right!” Toru returned, agreeably. His bright gaze followed that golden mane, as his fellow Sentai leaped high, before he thought to add, ”careful though – she’s a matryoshka!”
Did Takeo know what a matryoshka doll even was? Toru had only a brief moment to re-think the structure of his warning before Venus’s golden attack had bound the yoma in place. Triggering Toru’s turn to attack – and one that would hopefully wrap-up the show.
Toru broke into a headlong sprint, breaking his pace after four strides so as to leap, much as Venus had done. Motivated to breach the distance between where he had stood, feet planted on the ground, and where the yoma had positioned herself – levitating high above. He failed to jump as high as Venus had managed, by half-a-head. His gloved fingers reaching, not to nock his bow, but for the narrow paper kept within his jacket’s outer-pocket. His ofuda. Hurling it at the yoma.
Molten hues tracked the parchment’s travel, rather than to hold them shut in concentration, as he centered and focused his spiritual power, intently anticipating the moment that paper grazed translucent glass. ”Konton Kosoku!” Toru bellowed, the unleashing of his spiritual force an audible quaver. And the ofuda ignited into a blaze of unnatural brightness, consuming the yoma from sight as it did too.
Takeo. Toru. The open-rooftop. And even the academy’s entire grounds. All were temporarily lost within that searing light.
Toru shut his eyes, as he felt the ground rise up to catch him, and he hoped that Venus remembered enough about their past to have done the same. It was all that he could do.
That and pray wordlessly to Mars that he had done enough to burn through all those corrupted hidden layers, to eradicate the chaos seed within.
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Post by ☾ on Mar 16, 2017 1:08:03 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] QUICK TIME EVENT || ROLLING GIRL [attr="class","event1"]Dammit! The youma had been found out. Not to mention it's attack had been so easily deflected by the knight in orange. A snarl was easily seen on the face of the beast. No matter though! She could easily escape the scene and hide. Bide her time and then return when it was more convenient for her to do so. With a mental nod and confirmation of her plan to escape, the Youma began to slowly hover backwards. Only to be caught off guard by the three oncoming tendrils of light that aimed straight for her. No matter! She'd simply replicate and avoid the oncoming attack! Haughty laughter took over as the sole entity began to split into the four. However, after having being warned by his comrade, Sentai Venus took that into effect and allowed for his use of the sixth sense to guide his attack towards the youma. Her body only managed to separate into two beings. The tendrils of light wrapping around her body and pulling her back into one form. "No... NO NO NO!!" Then came the blinding light. The youma had no idea what would become of her. That is, until the ofuda reached her position and latched onto her body. Igniting her translucent form in a blaze and essentially burning her away from existence. The only thing left of her was a weak screech of pain. Down below on the grass, the female student slowly began to budge. The foreign object that had been lodged into her body slowly emerged from her back and dispelled into thin air. Leaving nothing in it's wake. "H-huh?" She sat up, looking around before grabbing hold of her backpack. What was she...? She couldn't remember what she was going to do? With a shrug, she began walking off of the school property. Heading home with a rather confused look plastered on her face. "...Weird."TAKEO AIKO • TORU AIHARAMADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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