Puella Magi Troper Magica

The sun rose over a new day in Ryuugo Town, illuminating a small figure perched on a street light above the route most of the town's girls used to get to school. Not that most would notice the catlike figure anyways, even amongst those who could see it. Most people would be just waking up, and those at the appropriate age preparing to go to school. Above the town, on a small hill, sat Ryuugo Middle School ready to open its doors this fine Monday. Classes would begin in thirty minutes, and may all the Kami have mercy on those who would be late, because Chiaki-sensei will not.

"Ahh! I'm late!"

Sounds of hurried scrambling echoed throughout the Takara household as Junko tried desperately to finish getting ready for school. Her alarm hadn't gone off which led to her oversleeping to the point of being severely behind on her usual morning routine. Once her uniform was correctly assembled she flew like a whirlwind into the kitchen, hastily making breakfast in the form of sloppily buttered toast before grabbing her messenger bag and flying out the front door.

'Oh man! Chiaki-sensei is going to utterly kill me!' Junko thought in despair, pumping her arms and legs as fast as she could. 'No! I can make it! I just have to really book it! And avoid all obstacles! Oh, why'd this have to happen to me?!'

Seated in the back of the classroom, with a commanding view of the front gate and several minutes well before the bell, Saya privately fist pumps in exultation.

The Chaikaiser will have to looks elsewhere for victims today!

...Well, she was the one that insists Chiaki-sensei treats her like every other students, so she can't really complain if she comes late and have to faces That. Still, today's shaping to be a good day! Only a minor dizzy spell in the morning, and she finally fixed up that super comfy chair she dragged in from the dumpster. Seriously. People these days will threw out -anything!-

Humming an off-beat tune to herself, Saya reaffirms her thought.

Today's going to be a good day, I just knew it!

Half an hour. Twenty minutes of steady, calm walk and then extra ten to get all things together and organized. It seemed like a good idea.

Heidi took her time getting herself dressed. She wasn't the one to walk around in skirts: they always seemed a little too short for her own tastes. Sadly, the school didn't seem partial to her suggestion that she could just wear a boy's uniform instead. "Such revolutionary solutions cannot be applied", she was told. Because of that she was forced to resort to a pair of biker shorts instead. They'll have to do.

To not waste more time, she took her sandwich with herself as she got out, saying goodbye to her guardians and picking up a steady pace, munching her breakfast on her way. As she walked she gave her cellphone a few looks to make sure she's going to be on time. Chiaki-sensei was someone that shouldn't be angered, especially not that early in the morning. Experience, that most brutal of teachers..., she thought to herself, her habit of quoting other people setting on again. She was late once.

No criminal and no Witch were quite as scary as an enraged Chiaki-sensei she saw that day. Finishing her sandwich she made her way towards the classroom.

Last night was a busy one for Mari. Yet another wild goose chase for her. Another night wasted on nothing. Still, if it decreased the chances of anyone else having to face what she faced, Mari wouldn't mind.

The path to Chiaki's classroom was memorized so much, that Mari practically walked there with her eyes closed, opening them slightly to see if there was anything in her way. At the very least, it knocked some of the winks out of her required '40 winks' quota. She may have to catch the rest up in class.

When she entered Chiaki's classroom, she made sure to open her eyes so as to not make it look like she was sleep-walking. Seemed she was early. She walked over and sat in her seat, waiting for Chiaki to come.

Katsumi sat the back of the classroom. She'd arrived early, as always... It helped her avoid running into a lot of people, and she liked having the quiet to read to herself. Right now, she had her face buried in a copy of Through The Looking Glass, a particular favorite of hers.

Of course, she was fully prepared to stow the book when the teacher showed up, but for now she was in Wonderland... figuratively, of course.

edited 23rd Apr '14 12:33:24 PM by Bluesunnyday

Another new day alive, another day she wished she just had crawled back in bed. Obviously, even someone as wonderful as her had to have her beauty sleep every time now and then.

The sun kept stabbing in her retinas, offending and vexing her more than she was already. God, she wished she could get some breakfast, and then sleep some more. But that was the quirk of her body. A young beautiful body was a curse, specially if you kept being woken up by creepy people or moral guardians that kept urging you to go back to school.

If only they knew. She thought herself. What I have been doing every single night while they were peacefully asleep. She pondered. Ugh, I need coffee. She chided mentally herself while she struggled to move herself to the nearest coffee shop.

The sun did really felt like having a door slammed at her face. And then something slammed into her face, literally. She was so tired she couldn't react in time, instead being thrown sprawling on the ground.

She moaned, apparently she had collided with someone in a hurry.

edited 23rd Apr '14 1:08:36 PM by AtomicNut

Morisato Natsumi. One of the top students of her class in 3rd year of middle school. A young lady from a family which rose to fortune by sheer luck about 5 or 6 years ago. Those characteristics may hint at a restrained and studious soul... and not at the reality, currently rollerskating her way to class, letting out a cry of glee as she jumped down a couple of steps and then proceeded to greet every girl of her school she passed by.

A mirthful figure, all smiles and joy as she crossed the gates of Ryuugo middle school "Woo! With time to spare" says the girl, making a fist in the air at arriving on time to the foyer where the shoe lockers were... though at the stares of some of her juniors, she laughed a little awkwardly, scratching the back of her head and bowing her head in apology for being so noisy.

Still, it was a nice and bright day as she removed her skates and placed them on her locker, putting on the indoor slippers to be worn at school before she headed up to her classroom, once again greeting most of those she crossed paths with.

Maybe Junko was going to make it afterall! The more she ran, the closer the school got on the horizon, which put her heart at ease. If she could be in the classroom before the morning bell it truly would be a blessing. Unfortunately, fate decided that all her rushing meant she would be careless enough to accidentally smack another student in the face with her bag. Whoops.

Skidding to a halt, the pink-haired middle schooler turned around with a look of shock and embarrassment. "A-Ah! I'm so sorry! I didn't meant it!" She bowed immediately, cheeks tinted red. 'Greeeeat. Just greeeeat.'

" 'm Fine. " Emi managed to mutter as she got up, dragging herself to her feet while she dusted the dirt from her legs and torso. "And I see you are too." She did not state this out of courtesy. Even after she had become a magical girl and even after she had begun to train her body with martial arts, sometimes the fact she was merely in the way hurt other people more than it should have been.

It was then, because of the hit that when she stood up, her cigarette pack and lighter fell out of her usual hiding position, clattering audibly in front of her. "Pretend you didn't see that." She added blushing too. "I get you're getting late somewhere?"

Kaz was walking to class rather slowly. She had time. Thirty minutes. And she wasn't too far. She would make it, barring unexpected complications.

Which was why Kaz was absolutely sure such a complication would occur. Because, the universe just LOOOOVED to fuck her over, whether with headaches or making her day miserable in other ways. However, she could deal with being late. What she couldn't deal with was the noise.

All around her, the banging and clanging of civilization could be heard, the voices of man in a cacophanic roar, causing her to grit her teeth as she tried to block out the noise. This. This was why she preferred her apartment. The noisiest thing there was her computer.

One of the girls greeted by Natsumi was Heidi herself, giving the green-haired girl a small nod. Common courtesy required some good manners after all. "Good day to you, Morisato-san." She spoke, her tone a dull monotone. "I assume your weekend was well? After all, a well-spent day brings happy sleep, quoting Da Vinci."

"Oh. Thank goodness." Junko said with relief. The last thing she wanted was to cause bodily harm to someone in her haste to get to school. When the lighter and pack of cigs fell onto the ground the middle-schooler bit back a gasp of surprise. How old was this girl anyway? "R-Right!" She responded with a nod. There really was no reason for her to tell anyone about this, anyway.

"Late? Oh! Yes! Late! I'm trying to get to class before the bell." She checked her watch nervously.

"Yooo, Heidi!" Says Natsumi, trademark grin on her face as she waved at the other girl "Ehehe it was definitely fun, but a tad exhausting. I feel like I fought off a thousand enemies, you know?" she asks, moving her arm in a circular motion while holding onto it by the shoulder.

Far too jubilant to contain herself, Saya noted the filling classroom with anticipation.

Seems like it'll be a bit before Chiaki-sensei arrives. Better go bother someone!

...Hnnn. The girl at the back, with such pretty, pretty black hair seems to have her nose buried in a book. Maybe some other times, then.

On the otherhand...

That girl with the twin tails- she must have saw her half a dozen times in Ryuugo General Hospital while she herself admits -is she sick, too?- and -well, maybe her mind have been playing tricks on her- but, she might have saw her walking the streets at night, a couple of times?

Curious girl. Very curious, indeed. Time for friendship, then!

With a loud -bellow- that belies her petite form and sickly aura, she said, "Hallooooo, Mokoto-san!" all the while striding forward purposefully at her prey target classmate.

edited 23rd Apr '14 9:03:25 PM by PBlades

"I imagine." Heidi's tone didn't change one bit although the girl herself would love if Natsumi spoke a little bit quieter. How that girl was capable of being half as cheerful and carefree as she was, the black-haired one had no idea. "Be careful and vigilant however. After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb, quoting Mandela."

Natsumi let out a good natured laugh and then lightly patted Heidi on the back "There you go again, you're so funny Heidi! When I talk with you, it's almost as if I have a hotline with all sorts of historic figures"

"As for hills, that's just fine with me! If I got over a hill only to see nothing greater all around, life would be way too dull. It's because the world always has something more interesting that life is as great as it is"

It was around this point that Katsumi finished her book. Normally she'd have read through it again, but seeing as how the teacher would be arriving any second, she instead calmly placed her hands on her lap and waited for her to arrive.

"I'm grateful." Emi added, as she nonchalantly hid the the cigarettes in her sweater. The cogs in her mind began working. Some time had passed, and fads had changed it, but those were the colors of that school. When she used to attend, a long time ago. A brief hint of a nostalgia hit her.

"I bet the old Fujika is still teaching there." Emi added, mumbling about her acquaintances, except when she met Fujika, she was the elder student to a distressed newcomer. So much time had passed. They had still exchanged letters though, even when she got to hiding. She smirked.

"Well, we can't have that, can't we? You did apologize so..." And then she waved her hand, causing a taxi to stop"...the taxi's on me."

"Ah... You used to attend, then?" Junko surmises, looking the girl over again. She could be a high schooler. That would make perfect sense. "Oh and yes! Fujika-sensei is still present..."

When a taxi was waved down for her specifically to take she started to shake her head. "Oh no! I can't expect you to do that for me..." But at this rate there would be no way she'd make it on time on just her own two legs. "...But if you insist... I'm Junko Takara! Pleased to meet you!" She bows as customary for introductions, smiling easily.

Aaand time.

Upon reaching the class room, Kaz sat, and slumped. Time for another BEAUTIFUL fucking day. Now all there was to do was wait on whats-her-face, the one teacher.

"Ugh, I hate the morning."

Ah, complaining. Complaining was nice. Not as nice, as, say, getting into a fight and punching someones lights out or doing some programming, but hey, you took what you could get.

Kaz took note of the girl next to her, the one that had just put down a book. Socialize, be an ass, socialize, be an ass. Meh. Might as well try and make friends. An easy source of gossip is an easy source of information. Even though this girl looks as gossip friendly as a....Damnit, can't think of a good simile. Eh, fuck it, moving on.

"So, er, hello. Names Kaz. You are?"

Goddamnit that was terrible.

Katsumi looked up, startled.

"Oh, uh... I'm... Katsumi... Do you... Need something? Or uh..."

Oh lord socialization, the bane of Katsumi's existence.

OOC: And then Junko was kidnapped by Pedobear

"Kikuchi Emi, and yes I used to attend there." Understatement of the century She added mentally as she urged to get in. "I just happen to have spare cash and I don't feel like doing much besides wasting time this morning. I might ... just pay a visit to good ol' Fujika."

"Driver, hit it, Ryuugo's Midle School." She added, urging the driver to make an extra effort to be fast.

She paused for a second, as the driver started his race. She sized Junko up and down. So young... so innocent. So... like prey for that bastard of Kyubeei. "Takara-san. Take this as a memento of this fated encounter." She added, rummaging in her pockets and producing a matchbox of the Witches' Kiss nightclub."I really hope you won't need it. But if the time comes, call the number on the back." She added.

Better keep a mysterious edge, she would never believe me if I told the story right off the bat.

edited 26th Apr '14 1:49:33 AM by AtomicNut

As they got into the cab and took off for the school, Junko mused over why Emi, a total stranger, was being so nice. Was she really just a good samaritan? Either way she was ever thankful — now she wouldn't be late!

"Huh?" She snapped out of her thoughts when the older girl handed her a matchbook. "Witch's... Kiss?" Some kind of night club? She wasn't sure about holding onto it. What if her parents found it in her belongings? What would they say? They'd surely question her about going places at night she shouldn't be. Whether or not she hadn't actually been there or not. But to be polite, she smiled and nodded, tucking it away in her pocket.

"Thank you Kikuchi-san. I'll keep that in mind." And what would she need to call the number for... she had no clue. This was all very strange. "Ah... Do you go to Ryuugo High School, then?"

"I do not. I'm a ronin. Bad stuff happened in my life." Emi said. It wasn't the entire truth, but at least it was not a flat out lie. Best lies had something of truth ingrained in it.

"We're here." She said, as the taxi stopped to an halt and she paid the taxi driver whatever abusive sum he wanted. She got off from the taxi. "Remember, Takara-san, if you ever find yourself in need of information about Witches, come to the club." She added, trying to seal her deal about her self. She did not want to wait for Takara to leave, instead choosing to lean at the entry and texting messages.

The recipient, of course, was Fujika-sensei.

edited 26th Apr '14 3:41:29 PM by AtomicNut