Cinia Pacifica Posts

A faggot. No doubt.

A derp.

8/10 cuz Chris.

8/10

Lol.

Heh.


Never.

I want to so badly, but my windows derped.

Black wallpaper forever.

Oh well... it suits me anyway...

Forgot when something like that was done for me but... it was scary as fuck.

6/10

5/10

8/10

What seemed like a barrage of excuse- or more like, a frantic state which came with a flurry of reasoning, the boy gave away his reasons for calling Ayane out. It would've been fine if he just said in the mail in the first place, Ayane felt, but she didn't say anything. Stricken by guilt - a grievous expression surfaced on her translucent-skinned facial features - feeling truly sorry for how much the boy was hurt. Ayane was too gentle a person. She too, not knowing how to apologize, slightly panicked with the thought of how to cheer the boy up, "A-Ah! I'm so sorry, I didn't think I'd hurt you like that for making such an accusation," she immediately bowed slightly to further express her words, "I was just taking a guess, I'm sorry!"

Ayane sighed. She had hurt a soul once again. Looking at his pleading eyes, Ayane couldn't just help but take her guard down for a moment and leaned towards him on the bench, gently putting her hand over his head and rubbing - patting him. "Oh dear, don't look at me like that... now, getting back to business. According to you, you've improved in your usage of powers, mnm? Flattery will get you no where, but I'll comply to help a fellow Aero Hand user, and I'll refrain from calling you a pervert... for now," she added a smile to further help calming him. "Though... I keep forgetting your name, for some reason, what was it again?" she felt that she just ruined the mood with that. But she couldn't help it either, she really forgot again. She's been bad at remember names of males, for quite some time now. Rumors about men crying due to her for some are never-ending.

Happy birthday, Jacob.

I love both. Don't see why they wouldn't be enjoyed, either.

Fucking lol'd.

Cuz fuck Bangladesh, amirite

Dust subsided. Blocking Mikoto's final attack, Railgun, his fist was right before Mikoto's face, who looked down with her arms covering her head in fear. She hadn't a clue how strong Touma's 'power' is. Someone who is strong enough to even disintegrate her signature move, Railgun, would most likely have some kind of a powerful ability that would hurt even more Railgun, is what Mikoto assumed. However, Touma's right hand didn't move an inch further to knock Mikoto's face with it's hard knuckles. Instead, he flicked her forehead.

"Don't get scared now, Biribiri."

"W-W-W-Who'd be scared of you?!!" with this came another barrage of sparks from Mikoto's bangs. Her face was as red as a rose. The battle had ended. It was taken as a draw by Mikoto. While Touma didn't seem to care regarding the victor, he wouldn't hit Mikoto, he'd rather have Mikoto win if it meant that he could go back to doing whatever he was doing before finding Mikoto.

An unfamiliar figure seemed to be walking silently in the sidelines. "Who's there?!!" Mikoto shouted, "... Huh?" it seemed like a girl with silver hair, carrying a bag, and a stuffed doll. Her eyes had the condition known as heterochromia. Whereas both her eyes had distinctive colors. Mikoto felt that she saw her somewhere before, but couldn't exactly pin the memory down in her mind.

"A... weirdo?" it was sheer irony, a 'gekoer' calling anyone else weird.

The girl seemed to also be a curious onlooker, most likely. That's what Touma assumed, "You're going to scare her with all those electricity around you, Biribiri..."

"D-Don't call me that!! That said, our fight is yet to be over."

"It's another draw right? Can I go now?"

Snapping back to reality, Ayane's face stuttered as the ice-cold metallic object leaned against her cheek, but it did felt rather pleasing. Ayane slightly looked up to the boy. The glasses, combined with the headset visibly covering portion of his head, seemed familiar; it was that boy she met right outside the mall. He held so many cans, for what reason, she didn't bother to take a guess. She gave a light smile to his presence. "Oh no, I just got here," it was her usual reply, she had actually been waiting for over ten minutes. This is because she had nothing better to do on her way to the location. It also seemed as though Jun wanted to meet her immediately, so she expected him to be here before her, much to her belief that wasn't the case.

Ayane had been wondering why Jun called her here of all places, albeit her line of thought had ended when Jun intervened with the can, she had already reached her conclusion.

"So, I've been thinking of the reason why you may have called me here of all places... a park beside a hospital that is mostly deserted," she looked with a contorted face filled with suspicion, "Is it because y-you want to do something dirty?!! This park may not have others besides us, but there are abundance of people on this city! Jumping on my frail figure like that wasn't enough for you, was it?!" she came to the conclusion after thinking through regarding the location and past incident, the boy jumped to her body and his face had surely landed on her chest. A pervert who desperately desired more than just that, had become what seemed like Ayane's impression of the highschool student.

"I tell you, such an attempt will result in you ending up on that hospital right there!" she pointed towards the hospital that stood beside the park.

Sitting on a bench, the young woman, started to sigh-see with her beautiful, gem-like violet eyes; entering a daze. A hospital was the first, tall standing building, which caught her line of sight. It was between district 7 and 18, she hadn't a clue that such a place existed in Academy City. She wore a uniform which had navy blue in majority over white in minority; navy blue being pleated over white, from the chest, down to her skirt. It was the Tornado Hand user - Shirayuki Ayane. The emblem proving her to be a student of Nagatenjouki laid on the left of her chest, it was enough to make other geniuses from other schools look pale in comparison to herself.

She tried to keep her hair from being fumbled as her hair fluttered about, caressed by the gentle breeze as she waited. Ayane silently pondered, as to the exact reason why such a boy would invite her to a place like this. A park beside a hospital, of all places, there were more spacious parks out there, definitely. She thought up many reasons that the boy could present, in order to pass time. She had around two hours before she'd have to pay a visit to a certain facility. It was a certain old man's order, she had no choice but to obey. Ayane yawned. Waiting sure is painfully boring, she thought. She wondered if she had come way too soon.

Ayane then looked up to the sky, her face riddled with grief and worry, Just what could this project be about? Artificial anti-aging..., she then shook her head, saying to herself not to mess her mind up over an experiment, as this city is full of them.