Puella Magi Troper Magica

"Hm... Hello there." Mari said to Saya. Mari never really seen Saya for all her time, though she admitted to herself that it could be because of her duties as a Magical Girl distracting her from stuff like noticing other classmates.

She sat down and awaited for something to happen.

edited 27th Apr '14 9:52:55 AM by Psyga315

Inordinately pleased by the laconic replies, Saya thrust her hand roughly in front of her in approximation of the gesture of greetings common among the exotic western people she saw on TV.

With a wide smile, Saya introduces herself more fully, "I'm Saya Tsukimi! The Chiakaiser" -she will get that nickname to sticks or die trying!- "isn't here yet, so let's talk!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, however, Saya realizes a terrible truth with an electric starts - oh, no! She have been trying to help cut cost on the electricity bill, so she haven't been catching up on the latest anime! Gushing about Mokoto-chan's cuteness and deep, green eyes probably won't go over well, either...What to talk about, what to talk about?

Her mouth, impatient and unwilling to wait for the whirling gear of her brain, takes the decision out of her hands.

"Erm! Eh, why were you walking the street at night, Mokoto-ch -san?"

Mari sighed. She hasn't asked if the whole Magical Girl affair should be kept secret or if it's customary to keep it secret. Then again, Mari probably wouldn't want to subject Saya to the ideal of being a Magical Girl, even if she may think of it as bright rainbows and fluffy unicorns.

"I usually visit my mother around that time." Mari said. Start with the lie, see if she buys it.

Saya's smile dial one magnitude towards being fixed on the genuineness scale.

Saya spent a lot of times in the hospital - she knew what Mokoto-chan said wasn't entirely truthful.

...But, if she wants to keep a secret, then it wouldn't do to press her.

Voice despondent, she said "-I see. Aww. Here I thought you were some kinda super cool vigilante. Like this!"

Her posture coils, as if ready to pounce. Her face gains an edge, her eyes a steely tint. She tries -and fails- to compress her squeaky voices to gravel.

"I am vengeance. I am the night. I. Am. Batgirl!!"

Supplying her own sounds effect with a "WHOOSH!", she makes to grab a non-existent cape and holds it over her face.

Walking briskly into the classroom, Chiaki-sensei raised an eyebrow at Saya's... exuberance before looking over the class for absentees and noticing the single empty desk, "Would anyone know where Junko-kun is by any chance?" she asked in a honey-sweet tone, her raised eyebrow beginning to twitch in repressed annoyance. The small catlike figure from earlier looked over the school before making its way to the sill of Class 4-B's window and looking in.

When the taxi pulled up Junko let out a sigh of relief. Chiaki-sensei wouldn't have her hide after all! Hopping out she turned to Emi with intention to express her gratitude — only to be puzzled when she mentioned Witches. What? "Umm... alright then! I will!" She just nodded. It seemed like the best thing to do. "I'd better go now... Thanks again!"

And with a wave she ran off, making a beeline for the classroom. After making a brief stop by her locker she continued onward until finally...

"I'M HERE!" Junko shouted as she skidded into the classroom, nearly colliding with Chiaki-sensei's desk. "Eh heh heh..."

"So it would appear you are, Junko-kun," Chiaki-sensei stated dryly, "Would you care to explain why you're late? If you have a good enough reason, I may even forget to assign your detention. I doubt it though."

Disengaging from Mokoto-chan's at her sensei entrance, Saya makes for her seat- only to stop, upon hearing Junko, about to be reprimanded by Chaiki-sensei.

She must protect the timid, sweet girl!

Piping up before Junko can gets a word in edgewise, Saya lied "Er, erm. Chiaki-sensei, Junko-chan was picking up my medicine. Please don't punish her."

"...am I really?" It was more of a statement than a question. Heidi never considered herself funny. Even before all of this happened she was pretty bad at cracking jokes, let alone now.

"...I suppose there is some wisdom in this optimism of yours. It's best to try and not attempt to pick too many things on your back to carry." Heidi gave a brief glance at the watch situated on the wall. About time they've started. "We can resume this conversation at a later date. Until then, matters of education will have to become the most important ones." Giving Natsumi a brief nod, the black-haired girl slipped into classroom just a moment before their teacher did.

"Ehehe, yes, yes Miss Scholarly" says Natsumi with a grin, her hands holding the back of her head as she walks into the classroom "Hope we get Heian period today in history class, always fun that one"

With those words, Natsumi headed into her own class preparing for a day of study and doodling.

(OOC: I know it's a bit forced, but it sounded so goddamn funny in my mind...)

"Meet me in the lounge, huh..." Emi mentally said and she scurried towards the most absent halls of the once busy school. Understandeable, since it was past the hour. "Easy to tell, but everything about this school has changed since I last set foot on here." She muttered to herself, dragging her feet as if a she was some kind of lost deer, her steps echoing in the empty halls.

And then out of nowhere, a hand seized her, lifting her from the ground. "I'm fuckin' tired of you Chiaki's brats!" said a coarse, butch voice of a woman. By the strength of her grip and how she easily managed to lift Emi from the ground, she guessed she was a gym teacher of some sort. Or a very buff hall monitor. "Stop being tardy scared little kittens and enter the classroom already!"

Emi flailed, helpless against the steel grip, who then proceed to shove her inside Chiaki's class, face first in the floor, the door slamming in anger afterwards.

"...mmrhgf..." Emi muttered under her breath. "Great..."

Junko felt her stomach drop into a bottomless pit, somersaulting head over heels. She was indeed late. Even if it was just by seconds. Sweatdrops quickly started to run down her face as she struggled to come up with a reason for her tardiness — not that any excuse on the planet would-

...Annnnnd then Saya swoops in with a blatant attempt to save her from her fate. "Uhhhh... Yes. What Saya-san said..."

She was dead meat. There was no way Chiaki-sensei was going to buy that. It would take a miracle to direct the woman's attention elsewhere.

...Well you know what they say. Ask and you shall receive. Junko jumped back some when the familiar form of Emi suddenly got thrown into the classroom — sprawled out on the floor. The pink-haired junior high student merely blinked, mouth agape.

edited 28th Apr '14 12:51:15 PM by maxyrama

"Really now Saya-kun," Chiaki-sensei asked raising an eyebrow, before she was suddenly caught off guard by the new girl shoved into her classroom. "Saya-kun, Junko-kun, take your seats. Now who would you happen to be, hmmm. A transfer student perhaps?"

I knew this was going to be a good day! Thank you, Mysterious Transfer Student™!

Winking conspiratorially at Junko, Saya skips to her seat with a spring in her steps.

Eh, looks like Chiaki is here.

Meh. Time to clam up then. Make it look like Kaz was paying attention. Sitting up straight, Kaz waited for class to begin. She would continue conversing with book-worm girl later.

Mari cracked a smile. Wonder how she views Magical Girls... She never really saw them as vigilantes, rather beings ordained by a power higher than them and a sense of moral guidance to hunt down witches. So essentially a denizen of Salem. A shadow of doubt was cast though. Does she want to subject Saya to the worlds she faced?

Then one of her students arrived, being pretty late. It helped break her mind off for now. She sat and began to ponder about how to tackle her school life. For a brief moment, she had forgotten that she was Mokoto Mari, Witch Hunder, and now she was Mokoto Mari, High School Level Student.

"No, no, no, no, no! I don't want to be late yet!"

Anna was running down the hallway, checking her watch in a panic. She had pedaled as fast as she could, but had lost too much time oversleeping this morning. There was no way she was going to make it!

She stopped a few feet in front of the door, placing her hand on the wall as she caught her breath. She'd always been somewhat athletic, even playing basketball for a few years before coming to Japan, but today she'd been forced to skip breakfast, which had thrown everything off.

After a few seconds, she slowly walked towards the door, poking her head in to check if class had started.

Realizing that it had, she then moved on to Plan B, and slowly slid inside, moving silently against the wall towards an open desk in the back.

When Chiaki-sensei told Junko to take her seat, she nearly melted with relief. No detention! Hopefully! Hurrying over to her desk she gave Saya a smile and a small wave before seating herself. Now... what on Earth was Emi doing here? Either way, it was a welcome distraction.

...Then in came another tardy student — whom Junko recognized as Anya. What great timing. With Chiaki-sensei distracted perhaps the foreign girl could make it in without being spotted...

"Ummm...." Emi fidgetted as she got back to her feet, rubbing her nose. "...I'm not..." She ventured to say."I'm just an...uh...daughter of an acquaintance of Fujika-sensei..." She excused herself as she took a couple of steps towards the door. "And...um..." she added, averting her gaze."...someone confused me for one of your students and threw me there." She added, looking at Chiaki.

"...so if I could get into the teacher's lounge before someone else throws me in here, it'd be good... and I also apologize for the interruption." She added, bowing so slightly.

Making her way carefully around the confused 'student' with the grace of a Stasi agent, Anna continued sliding against the wall until she reached the back of the classroom.

She scanned the room for an open desk, before realizing that none currently existed.

Too embarrassed to alert the teacher to her presence, Anna slowly slid down the wall, sitting on the floor.

Like a good student, she opened her backpack, took out her notebook and pencil, and prepared to learn.

Chiaki-sensei's sharp eyes noticed the girl at the back of the room, "Anna-kun, could you please escort this girl to Fujika-sensei? I may forget your tardiness if you get back before English is over."

"I wasn't tardy, Chiaki-sensei!" Anna protested, gathering her things and standing up nevertheless.

She walked over to the door, taking Emi's hand. "Let's go, let's go," she said eagerly, nearly dragging her out of the room.

"um...yeah." Emi added as she let her be dragged away. The lie had been through, however, because who in the world would believe she was Fujika sensei's sempai?

And speaking of the devil...there she was, as stylish as ever, but even the great Fujika could not keep time at bay forever. Her charming visage was beginning to be carved by expressing lines, as well as shades of gray on her once pure black hair.

"I'll take it from here. Sigh..." She said, exasperated. "Emi, how could you end up in Chiaki's class? No, better don't answer that, come to the lounge and we'll talk." She rolled her eyes as she pinched Emi's cheek hard, dragging her in.

Owowowow Emi thought. Aren't you enjoying this a little too much for the sake of appearances, Fujika-kouhai? she added mentally as she bit her lip.

"You may return to your class, thank you." She added.

"Alright," Anna nodded, slightly confused. Japan is weird. Everyone is so short, and people are a lot more open with each other than they are back in Vladivostok.

She returned to the classroom, slipping into the back, and returning to her squatting position.

edited 5th May '14 10:49:29 PM by renathearchmage

Classes that day proceeded onward as normal, and soon, it was time for everyone to head home. As the girls walked home, anyone with sharp eyes would notice a slight pulsing light coming from rather innocuous rings several of them wore.