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May 11 2018, 06:09 PM
The weekend rolled into a lazy morning sun coming over the horizon and many students who weren't in a routine at this hour stayed in bed or made their day plans to hit the station early to get a head start. Between those that had plans outside of Bugei and staying in the dorms sleeping sat a wide awake Honda girl having tea in the lounge. She didn't wear the usual uniform and kept too a light blouse, tennis skirt, and a long silken scarf hanging around her neck and down her shoulders like some celestial cloth on Buddhist statues. Upon the table occupied by herself sat her phone blankly. The first sip made her breath deeply and sigh for what today would be and for any mental stress that would come of it.
In summary of the plan, today was going to be a discreet meeting with the infamous Ghost Rider who plagued the mission boards of Edo Bugei. Bu wanted to meet them to talk about bikes and things so an agreement was made between Mika and senior mentsuke Ajibana for permission to let this happen. Now all that waited was for the notice of their arrival and wherever Bu might be doing at this hour.
"She best not be truant for this," the Honda princess,in name and nothing more, drank her tea with a sigh in her wait. If this was all made for Bu and the Rider to have a get together then what did Mika have to gain from all this, one may wonder. The answer to this when divided out into portions would find that 85% of this meeting didn't have much to
gain at all. The underlying connection of the mission that happenstance to encounter was the main draw and that would be the end of that. Her role was to oversee the two for neither of them to break the one rule of this encounter; no one leaving campus.
The other 14% was doing the security work. That final 1%, although a portion that should be largely unimportant, was to see what made the Rider tick. For the past several years of the rumored Rider being an elusive target on the motor bike now lives under Ajibana's custody than serving jail time. So far that person hasn't tried to run away or just avoided easy opportunities. Why ruin a good thing that's keeping one alive, right? Mika didn't want to deal with too many problems today so she texted Bu again to ensure that they weren't going to hold them up.
The person you wanted to meet should be here shortly at the main school entry gate. Treat them like an alumni student if anyone asks about the visitor.
The message was sent off with a press and the last of her tea was polished off from the disposable cup. Once finding some peace with the tea and the time drawing near, Mika headed out of the dorms to stroll across the campus to hang around the main entry gates. Either one should be showing up eventually so it was best to start actively surveying for potential problems overlooked by the rest of the student body.
May 1 2018, 02:22 AM
The new adjustments to working as a somewhat student aid had small ups and downs. The biggest one was the distance from the other classes. On the third floor of the main school building was were the mixed third and elite years were held in their lecture halls for the morning portion of their continued studies but the afternoon was very much divided. Students remained students but depending on the arrangements, different Elite years surveyed over whichever their prime track and abilities took them be it assisting in combat training or excelling individual clubs they favored. In that respect where most Elite years were given an assistant teacher rank and file, however, not all were put out on special assignments. Special may not be the correct word or viewpoint of this but rather specifically requested to be on missions to either guide, support, or perform their own work as asked by Edo Bugei. A level of productivity was needed when often times it was the students themselves who became that proactive.
Having all this in mind was Yuubae Suishoku, a student nearing the end of their third year within the school but became an Elite year following the the Great Kanto earthquake, left her assigned lecture hall on the third floor to hang out by the windows a bit while the lunch rush started to kick in. "Barely a C mark on the essay paper," she sighed and fanned herself with her text book with a paper sticking out marked up with red ink. "I should have picked a better topic than 'Chukogu Fish Wars'," the burnette groaned before pausing to look the paper over. It recounted much of what she experienced with Roshi during a trip. Due to being written from a personal perspective, the paper lacked actual facts and current data. "Maybe the title was just bad." That may have played a factor in this too after meeting both the page requirement and deadline.
Having finished that trial and error, the girl moved on from her poor paper to take out a magazine to over view something she hadn't done in a long while. Thanks to the recent Chinese students coming to Bugei and Roshi's fireworks display did her eyes fill with new found inspiration to go back to a loose hobby thanks to the ceremony club. "What's in season to use," she muttered gently while going through an array of flowers to fit a currently tight budget for a floral decoration in the staff office while Izuki-senpai was away.
Ikebana served to her as a relaxing tool like archery. Skill could be acquired in these fields but they were really methods to hide behind. Suishoku hide her eyes subconsciously in the magazine as she left the windows to return to the office of Izuki-senpai's to check on what teacher and student files were left for his desk today. No one has asked her to lead missions or perform a lecture so far, and she'd gladly like to keep it that way, but it's hard to not feel the pressurized air around the third floor sections of the school. Unlike the endurance and stress training under the school's drill instructors the third floor was decorated as a different world. The inner decorations of a castle that got dropped on top of what could have been a normal two story school. In her search for flowers in this session did she venture back to the desk work on the teacher's side of the third floor by muscle memory than visual guidance.
Apr 28 2018, 05:07 PM
[Late one night]
Upon which weekend would you be available?
Answer as soon as possible.
Apr 14 2018, 12:48 PM
The number you have dialed is currently unavailable right now. Please leave a message after the tone.
Mika sighed into the phone from her room in Bugei dorms. The clock on the wall ticked away past dinner hours. Second thoughts of having to arrange this after that horrible club meeting irritated her like buyers remorse. Her hand lifted a plain, normal calligraphy brush and set it to rest before a messy sheet of paper. Instead of direct scribbles was she trying a more abstract art style of letting her brush wander over what she envisioned something would look like. The attempt to try making a flowing scarf looked more like a black eel are wormed over the sheet by the time the number for Ajibana was placed and the dial tone rang for a few minutes.
Taking a breath and awaiting the tone, Mika sat formally on her cushion as if talking before the very man himself as the message was recorded.
"Honda Mikazuki. Many apologies for calling so late and abrupt phone call. I am calling to inquire about the former Ghost Rider. Their status and what has become of them. The student along that mission has been wondering the same and would like to know as well. We are both well aware that they were left under your custody and only ask for this much. A meeting may be over stepping this request, to have the Rider meet with student Rakuyama, but the knowledge would be greatly appreciated. Apologies once more for this intrusion."
Hanging up the phone and setting it down parallel to her work space, Mika hung her head and somewhat bowed to the phone as though ending a stressful meeting. It is very unlikely to every come to pass or founding on the senior's generosity is too forthcoming to assume that it may happen, but the message has been delivered on her part.