Cinia Pacifica Posts

Yeah. That's why the system will stay how it has been. Because, anything goes, right?

(This is a joint post starring: TheLoneGentleman and Cinia Pacifica.)

Louise found herself satisfied with the royal suite of the inn. The bed was enough to rival her bed back at the castle, and that was no small feat; she didn’t need to warp back to Masario, for now. It was more than just good news; she’d be able to ignore the unnecessary hassle of dealing with… certain clingy women. Sadly, with all the noise outside, she was unable to enjoy it. Placing her hands over her ears with a look of irritation; she slowly muffled her way out of bed to see what was going on.

“Ugh, and so early in the morning too,” Louise cursed the perpetrators behind the source of the annoying noises – looking towards the window. However, instead of finding anything outside, she found a presence from around the forest, instead. “That thing sure doesn’t know when to give up,” Louise said, sensing Soul’s approaching presence. Creating ruckus seemed like Soul’s only specialty, so far. Indeed, very barbaric – as expected of a Cursed felon.

There was a knock on the door, and a voice called in. “Ma’am, please stay in your room,” said a female voice. Louise assumed that it was the manager that she met when she bought the room, but she didn’t care enough to remember the voice, just yet.

“Will do,” Louise replied. She didn’t raise her voice. Groggy, sleepy, and much more grumpy than anything; Louise didn’t feel like speaking properly to anyone, just yet. Her tone wasn’t so proper and ladylike. With a hint of laziness still lingering over her expressions; she walked up to the window – while rubbing her eyes – to peer down on the streets.

Suddenly, Louise could hear a faint voice humming behind the door. She warily turned to the door; feeling slightly weirded out, and called out to the manager. There was no response, and the humming continued. Then, there was a sound of something hitting the floor. The sound was wet, as if the carpet was soaked, or something.

“Is… someone there?” Louise asked, tentatively. She looked around, cautiously. In a situation where the town is about to be raided by the cursed bunch; there was no telling what was about to occur. Unfortunately, as she had just awoke – there was no way for her to gain any insight in regards to the situation, thus she acted gingerly. She wasn’t in top form just yet, either She picked up her wand hastily, to ready herself for anything. It really helped her feel calmer, despite the already-composed aspect of herself.

With two swift strikes the door was cut into four even pieces that fell to the floor. A woman in a purple dress with red vertical lines on the top section walked in. Her hair a bright crimson that moved with a floaty feel as she entered. She held a hat in her left hand, and in her right a long wavy familiar sword in her right hand. Her face was the same as that woman she fought on the roof in Raltese.

Louise’s lips curved into a smile. “We meet again,” she said, looking up to her appearance, and the change. “You sure changed, in what little time that had passed,” she commented, especially after witnessing the hair. Something definitely had happened to her. There was a glaring similarity to Cain’s other †˜avatars’ that Vejovis spoke of, or rather, the avatars she met before arriving to this place. Regardless, her confidence was peerless, just as her beauty was. With her wand at bay; she wouldn’t feel powerless against an intimidating figure. Not that she is much too different without a wand in her attitude.

“Have we met?” asked the woman standing across the room from Louise. “I was told that I was to escort the woman in this room. That is all.”

“I see. So, becoming one of his avatars makes you lose your past memories, or is it a complete transfiguration?” Louise wondered openly before her; exploring the various possibilities without care; as if this person wasn’t so dangerous as she actually seemed to be. “Cain sure does interesting things, sometimes,” Louise’s mind was calmed, so to say – after the deep slumber – for which she wasn’t finding herself enraged from even remembering Cain’s name. It turned out that her mentality is finally back to its usual tendencies. “Regardless – where am I to be escorted?”

“You are coming peacefully? I was told this would be a lot harder than this,” replied the woman lowering her sword. “We are going to Cain, of course.”

“Well, before I consider coming peacefully – may I know why I’m beckoned by your lord, if anything?” Louise asked. Considering her judgement – from observation of her words so far – this woman hardly knew anything. Other than abiding by the orders. However, in a one of a thousand chance; a possibility lied that she could provide an appropriate answer. Thus, Louise’s inquiry. There was hardly a chance that she’d say anything descriptive, it seemed. A misfortune she’d be required to cope with, unfortunately.

“They also said you were a talker. Oh ho ho” she said with a laugh. “Cain said that you were ready now. Whatever that means.”

“Hmm, I’ve allied myself to a different faction,” Louise begun, apparently assessing a situation, “I must honor them and not leave this land, to respect their wishes – for once,” Louise said sagely as she spoke, then gave a sly look. “I may not leave without a fight, it seems,” of course, Louise wanted to go. However, she’d make it look as though she was forced away to their land; abducted, so to say.

“You want to fight?” asked the woman raising her sword once again. Placing the hat on her head.

“No, just wreck this room, and we’re free to leave,” Louise shrugged. She needn’t fight a barbarian, just yet. Perhaps after gaining favorable amount of information; she’d consider destroying this freak of nature for her personal satisfaction… which she couldn’t really pull off in her current state, she remembered. “I’m not interested in battling right after awakening – it’s bothersome,” she stated with absolute honesty. “They sent you – as you’re strong enough, yes? Higher probability that I’ll most likely be forcefully dragged. So the wiser choice is to go with the flow.” With the curse in her spirit; Louise could hardly put up a prolonged fight against a fighter of great caliber, anyway. Her drowsy eyes would also get in the way.

“Wreck the room…” responded the woman looking around at the fancy surroundings.

“...You have fine tastes, it seems,” Louise smirked, taking her reaction in consideration. “Then, the window shall do. Onlookers may thus assume that I was forced to escape via the window.” This way, she could perhaps come back to this lovely room. A good plan, indeed.

“No, no I can do this,” she answered giving her sword a test swing. Then on the next she slammed her blade into the floor cracking it as the wood began to splinter. Nails shot out from extreme pressure of the blow. With one more the floor caved in and furniture sunk into the floor as the walls buckled and gave way.

“...You just wanted to test your strength, didn’t you?” Louise said, not sure what to make of this person. She felt slightly disappointed; this woman seemed to be a simpleton. The personality is far more altered than she had initially assumed. There’s also the loss of the room. Perhaps it was inevitable. She was ill-fated this year, truly. “Well, after you,” she gestured, for the lady to lead the way.

She hummed a song in satisfaction as she smiled at the hole she made. Walking past Louise she looked out the window. “You wanted to make this authentic right? We can’t just walk out of here.”

Louise shrugged yet again. “However you wish to do this.” With a pit that large; it didn’t quite matter anymore. It’s not like Vejovis is unaware of her mobility spell. Anyone who knew her, would assume that Louise blew a hole in, instead.

“I heard you had a way to zip from place to place,” said the woman. “How about you teach me that? I’m a fast learner.” The woman smiled wickedly and licked her lips.

Louise frowned. “It’s not something just about anyone may learn,” Louise stated, apparently displeased at the words of… heresy? “If you need me to take you anywhere – I may attempt, however.” Indeed, she could. If, perhaps, this person before her could provide her the mental imagery via transmitting a signal of demonic energy; Louise could pick it up, analyze, and perceive the picturesque imagination in mind.

“Perhaps it would be faster to show?” She said as she began grabbing at her abdomen. She dug her fingers into herself and pulled hard as it began to open slowly. Teeth filled the gap as the opening formed a grotesque mouth up her abdomen. “Once this mouth gets a taste for spirits I can remember it for a while. Go ahead, show me that technique!”

“I refuse; I don’t want to,” Louise puffed a cheek. It was her specialty; why should she be teaching such a precious spell to someone else? She wasn’t obligated to do so! How preposterous! A void in the belly, however? What a grotesque sight indeed. How unladylike to have a second mouth – seemingly more gluttonous than the upper one. Women only needs two mouths, not three, she felt.

“You’re so stubborn!” She said pouting as her mouth closed. A tongue ran up the opening sealing the void shut. “Fine if you get us out of this room and to the the outer plains, I can work with that.”

“The plains outside, hm? Very well,” Louise said, accepting, putting down her frown momentarily. She pulled her wand up. After a moment taken to do a mental chanting; a portal opened itself before the two. It didn’t take so long as the plains were just outside the village Louise walked in, beckoning the avatar of Cain to follow along. The woman hurried along into the portal after Louise as they vanished into the portal.

That's exactly what I thought you asked about though, lel.

You can never copy perfectly. There is just no way. Either a certain amount of it is compensated for by making up the past or a portion of the personality, or you just try to copy fully and succeed/fail to an extent. At the end of the day, copying is still copying, I guess. That's a fact.

Yeah, but I know that some of those characters are actually formed from anime/manga he really loves/delved into.

I know this dude. I'm quite certain I can tell why he asked that.

To answer that particular question:

It happens. I'll admit that it happened to me about... 4-5 years ago? I think a lot of people goes through this phase, and eventually gets over it till they can find inspiration and make their own characters.

It isn't something seriously bad, but it does show one's lack of creativity at one point of time. It also feels very strange -- and some things feels out-of-place too from my experience -- when you try to follow this certain pattern of habits and personality that you'd possibly take up from the original character you 'copy' from -- after getting attached to it... which you may or may not have shown signs of while RP'ing, Ezlare.

Getting over it means you're a more creative person than before. Which is a good thing.

(This post stars: Charlotte and Minase Iori.)

It was now past 1pm. Iori and Charlotte came out from the academy after taking permission from a teacher – namely, Johnny. He loves to thoughtlessly give the leave permissions because he loves to sign his name on the permit paper. A simpleton indeed. “Jeez, I wanted to get changed, but you just had to insist that those crepes would be sold out,” Iori complained, walking past the sunny streets. She held a pink parasol so as to protect her translucent skin that was apparently feeble to the harmful rays of sunlight.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t help it, you know how much I like them, and they do run out at times. We should go out more often when we get the chance, Iori-chan.”

“Look now, if we keep doing that; you’ll lose your sense of calorie intake,” Iori mocked with a snide face. What was Charlotte so afraid of, anyway? There were hundreds of stones – Iori thought. She pondered if she should just order an year-worth of supply of crepes just to get rid of Charlotte’s fear of dwindling supplies of crepes.

“I didn’t mean we should go out and eat all the time,” Charlotte pouted. “Not like I gain weight anyways, it just go somewhere else, hmph.”

“Oh my, your act is in shambles now, you know? Nihihi,” Iori mocked further, with an impish giggle; apparently seeming to be having her private fun while noting how she said †˜go’ instead of †˜goes’. Strange way of speaking, she thought. However, the two didn’t note that they were already garnering quite the amount of attention. Well, specifically, it was Iori who was receiving the attention. Regardless, the two felt piercing stares, for which they hurried into the café to take their seat.

“Hmm,” Iori pondered, looking at the menu intently. The café didn’t seem to have anything that their academy may provide in their cafeteria. Iori knew somewhere in her mind, that the Starlight Academy had even high-class food and dishes to present. She insisted on eating out, anyway. She now lived to regret that very insistence. “This place barely has anything good,” she commented with displeasure. Of course, a random café out in the streets could hardly be all those high-class options for Iori to pick from. “Oh well. You’re taking the strawberry crepe, yes? I’ll be taking this, then,” Iori pointed at the strawberry parfait, then called over a maid to make her order. “One strawberry crepe, and a strawberry parfait, please,” she made her order. It felt like more than just an order, however. It was a very demanding tone that Iori spoke in.

“Understood, we’ll bring them over, please wait a bit,” the maid replied with a curt bow before she sped off with quick steps. Her smile was professional and she moved with grace. She wasn’t an idol doing part-time job, was she? Of course not! How preposterous! Iori believed.

“I really can’t lose my cool like that again,” Charlotte sighed. “That was mean of you, Iori-chan,” Charlotte said as she pouted. “By the way, Iori-chan what you think of Tabi-chan?”

“Well, it’s just a joke, a joke,” Iori was stifling with laughter, trying hard to suppress it. Victory was a feeling much too esctatic. “That Tabi Aomori-san? Even if you ask me, I’m not so sure what to think of her. I haven’t even seen her performance that she gave in the audition,” Iori added, showing her absolute disinterest in the matter. Iori was actually busy with an audition at the time when Aomori’s audition took place.

”Well, that’s true I suppose, we can only tell as time goes by,” Charlotte said as she looked around wondering when her crepe would arrive; impatient.

The same maid came back with a tray in her hands. “Here’s the strawberry crepe, and the strawberry parfait. Thank you for waiting,” she said, placing the two’s respective orders before them. She then gave yet another curt bow before approaching a different table for orders.

Iori looked eagerly towards her strawberry parfait. The innards of the treat she got herself could be seen via the transparent glass. The flavors of the icy, creamy treat topped strawberries – accompanied with a mixture of yogurt – all melted together in her mouth. Her eyes were starry with satisfaction as she pressed her cheeks with her hands; it truly clicked for her. “Mmmmn!” Iori made a delightful squeal with the spoon still dipped into her mouth.

Upon her crepe being placed in front of her, Charlotte’s eyes began to sparkle. The crepe was filled with strawberries that came along with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream covered with chocolate drizzle as well. Charlotte picked up her crepe and took small bites, wanting to enjoy her Strawberry crepe as long as possible. “It’s delicious,” Charlotte said happily. “Too bad I can’t eat one everyday.”

Iori gave a warm smile from looking at Charlotte – which was rare. “Indeed. I suppose we can spoil ourselves once in a while,” she then took a bite of the parfait. “It’s indeed delicious.”

“Yeah, lets do this more often,” Charlotte said pleasantly as she then took another bite from her crepe.

(This post stars: Charlotte and Minase Iori.)

[size=15]Charlotte and Minase Iori[/h]

Upon waving goodbye to Aomori, Charlotte decided to check on Iori. I wonder if I could’ve explained more, Charlotte thought as she headed to Iori’s dance room. “Though, thinking about it, I never did tell her I am her senpai, did I? I shall tell her next time,” Charlotte told herself. She soon arrived to the dance room. Looking through the window on the door; she could see Iori practicing. She sure gives it her best whenever she can. I can’t fall behind anymore, Charlotte thought – as if to reconfirm her determination – as she then knock on the door.

Iori’s dance stopped just as the beat of the music ended. It seemed that Charlotte waited till the end of the song; just as one would expect from her from her courteous manners. Iori was panting as she walked over to the door. She worked up a good sweat indeed. “Haah,” she sighed hard. “Are you done with them already?” Iori asked, apparently surprised. She expected Charlotte to spend more time with her assigned underclassman.

“Yes, she had class at 12:30pm, so I didn’t have much time to show her around,” Charlotte said as she approached Iori, she seemed rather disappointed that she couldn’t show Aomori around. “Though, seems like your dance practice went well,” Charlotte said with a big smile.

“I’m not sure what I’m practicing for, though. There’s no audition that I signed up for, at the moment,” Iori said, rubbing her cheeks with a towel. Then again, idols must always practice to stay in their top form – she reminded herself.

“Well, it’s always good to be prepared. Since you don’t have an audition; wanna go look at what auditions we can apply for?” Charlotte asked, making a suggestion.

“We probably should. Let’s go to the bulletin board in the lobby; it should have something for us there,” Iori replied before nodding; agreeing with Charlotte. It wasn’t just the bulletin boards, however. All the advertisements in the lobby actually advertised auditions. It’s just that there was a specific board for newbies.

“Alrighty, I hope there’s something interesting.”

Iori didn’t speak any more, but instead, she noted how Charlotte said †˜alrighty,’ which means that her act was still in an incomplete form. No princess would speak such a casual word. She sure has a long way to go… not that it’s any different for me.

The two soon reached the lobby where many other idols seemed to be prowling around. Iori approached the bulletin board that was actually in the form of a holographic display in the wall.

“Let’s see, what do we have here…” Iori look at one of the illusory posters. “Light of the Stars… hiring a mascot girl for advertising a new takoyaki shop featuring golden octopus. Hm, it may only be entered with a pair.”

Iori then looked at another sign. “Audition where your dance performances are self-choreographed… I’m not sure if I can even do that. Who’d enter that anyway?!” Iori said with a cranky expression. “Glittering Web Girl… perform a Net Live Performance of which the video would be used for advertising in a new Aikatsu Goods related website… maybe it’s not my style of thing,” Iori assesses placing her hand under her chin. It’d take place too late, anyway. It was more of an advertisement for an audition coming up; most of its details were not given yet. “Sun Kiss Audition,” this seemed to have caught her interest as Iori smiled to its name. “Be the image girl for the new lotion product in the market that has a sunny and refreshing scent and feeling to it… ! Doesn’t sound so bad,” she remarked after reading out its description.

“Hmm, well from these four I think I’m only interested in two. Though, which one are you most interested in joining, Iori-chan?”

“The Sun Kiss one seems interesting to me. It doesn’t accept duo like the Light of the Stars audition does, however. Why not join that one with me? I might try Sun Kiss myself later, though,” Iori offered, as she pointed to the first audition she read about. “This super idol Iori can’t possibly not handle both of these auditions at once,” Iori proudly said with her hand placed over her chest in an elegant manner.

“Very well then, let us the Light of the Stars’ audition together,” Charlotte said, she spoke in a refined tone, too. However, only some of these lines were in fine tune with her act. “I would do the Sun Kiss one, but I doubt I can beat you, yet. But it would be more fun working together.”

“So you admit that I’m still better than you? I knew you would know~” Iori asked, sky high with her pride and skills.

“For now. I’ll will catch up with you soon enough,” Charlotte said confidently.

“I’ll work harder so that you don’t,” Iori grinned with confidence.

“Well, before we start going back and forth, let’s sign up for the audition, shall we? This should be very fun.” Charlotte joyfully said. She couldn’t wait to enter and then practice with Iori for it.

“Yeah, let’s,” Iori flipped out her Aikatsu Smartphone, pressing a button in it to first look up the audition. “Ah, there we go,” upon pressing a button; entering the audition, there was a message that popped up saying †˜ACCEPTED’ to which she smiled. Subsequently, there was a message that popped up – prompting Iori to enter someone’s name. There was a message over it asking Iori to enter her partner’s name, which she figured would appear after she joined. “C-h-a-r-l-o-t-t-e,” she typed as she spoke out the name slowly and silently; then sending the name of her partner away to the organizers of the audition. “It’s done now. All we have to do is practice till it begins.”

“That’s good. Though, how long do we have?” Charlotte said as she then began to look for the date.

“Hmm,” Iori looked above – to the bulletin board. “It says that it’ll take place in around six days… in the RPJ Hall, it seems,” Iori said, looking into the name of the venue, that was rather far from the academy itself.

“Oh, that’s good, we got enough time to practice. Though, what do you think about heading to the cafeteria to get something to eat?”

“We shall do that, then. After that, it’s all training!” Iori announced, pointing straight to Charlotte’s face with a smile. She, however, now noted that Charlotte overused †˜though’ for some reason, as well. Is that how fairy tale princesses talk? Iori thought, with a puzzled looked, before moving on from it with a shrug.

“That’s fine with me. Let’s do our best, Iori-chan,” Charlotte smiled back at Iori. “Before I forget, don’t forget about the strawberry crepe you owe me.”

“I haven’t forgotten about it, jeez!” Iori exclaimed, slightly irritated at the notion of loss. Usually, Iori doesn’t quite mind treating others, however. She hardly knows the feeling of having a lack of money, after all. “Well, why don’t we go to a café outside, then? Since the food here are mostly free; it wouldn’t feel like I gave you a treat,” Iori said, apparently bored with the idea of simply carrying the strawberry to her dear friend. She had money, why not spend it for an outing instead? She thought.

“Very well then,” Charlotte said; delighted. ”It’s been a while since we gone out together, hasn’t it.”

“It sure has been… since you were busy cramming for something, I’d usually just leave you alone,” Iori replied. She figured that Charlotte was actually researching fairy tales and all sorts of old stories – it was a time before she adopted her act. “But it allowed me to move up higher, so I feel that there was nothing wrong with it,” she spoke with her nose ever higher.

“I had no other choice back then, especially with all that happen back then,” Charlotte said with a pout. ”Though, thanks to you, and Aoi-chan I was able to move on.”

Iori simply smiled. “Well, let’s get going then, shall we?” Iori then begun to walk. She said †˜back then’ twice just now… oh well, I probably shouldn’t think too hard about this.

“Right behind you.”

Sorta got me into Sidonia.

Mnm... not sure if I like those images in said user's sig.

thx

sauce of image to the right pl0x?

no u

4/10

how you been

omg been ages

Guess that's what you call a miracle. Am glad regardless.

Probably just the usual here for the end day of fasting.

Your avi takes the cake, Neo.

0hey phag

Lol.

Azelle has cancer, IIRC. So yeah, that's why she/they have such expectations. I'd love to believe that it's just an over-exaggeration, though.