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Re: Adventures in Art School: OS Box.
« Reply #100 on: October 31, 2021, 05:03:42 AM »
I brought these out a little later than I wanted. But hey... at least they're out kinda on time.

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76. Nezumi Radio Broadcast 3 (Watanabe Mayu)

It’s Friday and you know what that means!

It’s time for your very own Cyborg Idol to start your day off right!

Welcome to Nezumi Radio!!! Yaaaaaayyyyy!

It’s that special spooky holiday of Halloween just around the corner!

However, for us lucky students and teachers (if you’re even listening) it means it’s time for the  Halloween festival once again!

It’s true!

The self-proclaimed power couple of the 48 Art Academy Itano Tomomi and Kasai Tomomi have graciously chosen to host this event for another year!

I’d like to put emphasis on “self proclaimed” because the power couple of this school is obviously me and Yu-...

Whoa… almost gave my identity away.

Back to the topic at hand! The festival!

It’s probably expensive to fund this festival, right? But I hear Itano comes from a wealthy family. If rumors are true, I hear her family is some big name in theater. I’ve been told their fingers are practically inside every notable theater stage all over Japan. Crazy right?

And Kasai… I imagine her family is wealthy too.

After all, her family has essentially been the heart and soul of kabuki theater for generations and Kasai is next in line to keep the crazy kabuki lineage going. The Kasai name is legendary around the kabuki circles, and they practically kiss the ground she and her family walks upon.

I keep getting side tracked.

Halloween festival! Remember, to have fun and be safe!

According to this flyer, everyone is welcome. It doesn’t matter if you specialize in photography, painting, theater, music, or if you enrolled this year or four years ago.

It also says the only rule is no costumes…

But knowing TomoTomo… it’s because they want to be the best dressed at the festival.

Ugh… so full of themselves sometimes.

77. Russian Roulette (SayaMilky, FuuMiru, RinoRie)

Another Halloween Festival meant another double date. After all, SayaMilky and FuuMiru have grown quite close.

Considering the festival had mostly just begun, the girls were trying to decide where to eat first.

Until they saw something peculiar.

A coffee vendor.


Fuuko and Miyuki panicked a little bit, wondering if they missed some sort of memo and accidentally no-showed a day of work.

“Honestly, coffee sounds pretty good right now.” Sayaka strayed from the group and walked towards the stand.

And Miru followed closely behind her, “I’m going with Sayanee, but mostly because I wanna see your hot bosses again~”

Miyuki and Fuuko reluctantly followed behind them and sat on the stools in front of the counter next to their partners.

"Yo." Rino casually greeted her employees and regulars.

"Hello girls." Rie greeted shortly after.

"So what's going on here? You set up a stand at the festival?" Fuuko spoke as she got comfy in her seat.

"Yup! We enjoyed our time here last year, so we decided to sign up and set up our little coffee stand at the festival." Rino leaned in a little closer, "besides, a little publicity wouldn't hurt either."

"Any Halloween related coffee or something like that?" Miyuki eyed the menu she'd memorized in her first week.

"A game, really. A Russian roulette of sorts. Rie set em up!"

The girls never saw their bosses work the machines before. What really surprised them was how quick they were at making drinks.

In a blink of an eye, four lattes with neat little bunnies drawn on the cream were complete.

"Three lattes made with a sophisticated Columbian roast… and the other one… it's a surprise…" Rie said as she set the lattes down in front of the girls, "also, the drinks on the house for you four. Consider it as a thank you for being hard workers and for you Sayaka and Miru for being loyal customers."

“This is our halloween russian roulette, because nothing is more scary to me than bad coffee.” Rino said as she prepared another drink.

The four girls said their thanks and brought their cups to their lips.

Fuuko and Miyuki tasted the familiar roast that they’ve served countless times. A clean and mild flavor profile. A flavor they’ve recognized as a late night pick-me-up.

Miru liked it too, however she usually prefers a sweeter drink.

Sayaka tasted soy sauce and coffee creamer.

Sayaka spat out her ‘coffee’, spraying soy sauce all over Miru.

“Ahhh, Sayanee! You’ve made me all wet!” Miru pouted, “Now I have to get naked!”

Funnily enough this wouldn’t be the first time Sayaka has heard those remarks.

Miru began lifting her shirt before Fuuko pulled her off her seat dragging her to the bathroom with an emergency change of clothes. Poor Fuuko always has to be prepared for surprise nudity.

Rino and Miyuki were giggling at Sayaka’s misfortune.

Rie slid over a complimentary milk tea as compensation.

78. Pin Cushion (MariMii, MioMeru)

"Ms. Shinoda. Can you please tell me why you're duct taping me to a wall?"

"Oh I forgot to tell you, Minegishi. I've signed up for us to be one of the attractions at the festival." Mariko casually said while taping her wrists onto a wall filled with several balloons.

"What kind of attraction? S-should I be scared?"

"Oh, it's just knife throwing. Pop the balloons and get cool stuff." Mariko shrugged.

"Knife throwing!? While I'm taped up to the wall?! Surely there's some legal issues?!"

"I used to study law before being a librarian at the academy. You'd be surprised with how much you could get away with by saying 'it was performance art.'" She said nonchalantly.

Minegishi screamed as she tried to break free.

"Stay calm, my angel. If you move around you're more likely to be struck by a blade." Mariko pushed up her glasses as she devilishly grinned. "Oh? Our first guests have arrived!"

Tomonaga Mio and Tashima Meru read the sign together, "Knife throwing?"

Meru cracked her knuckles, "Piece of cake."

Before Minegishi could protest, her mouth was duct taped shut by the sadistic librarian.

"Tomonaga and Tashima. Rumor has it that you two were ninjas?"

"Yep. However, we're from two different specializations." said Mio.

"Oh? Is that right?" Mariko smiled.

"Yeah, Clan Tomonaga were the subterfuge and gather intel sort of ninjas."

"And Clan Tashima specialized in...?" Mariko tilted her head curiously.

"Assassination... though I doubt she wants to talk about it." Mio said as she observed the selection of Mariko's blades.

Minegishi's screams were muffled.

"I'm not really 'feeling' these knives." Meru said as she put complimentary blades down.

Minegishi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good thing I always bring my own with me."

Minegishi screamed once more.

Meru pulled out her weapons from her jacket, fanning three knives in each hand.

In a blink of an eye, five blades soared through the air. Each knife popped a balloon that was dangerously close to her body.

For pure style, Meru threw one of her knives in the air and delivered a powerful spinning kick to the handle as it fell, sending the blade careening towards the balloon right next to Minigeshi's head.

And poor Minegishi fainted.

"Such entertainment!" Mariko clapped. "Pick a prize!"

Meru immediately grabbed a stuffed koala and squealed.

The two ninja girls were oddly entertained by the plushie. One could guess that growing up as a ninja had little room for stuffed animals… or a childhood in general really.

Mariko smiled as the girls made their exit in a puff of smoke, and turned to her unconscious assistant.

"I suppose I've had my fun for today…"

Mariko took down her stall, packing everything away neatly after only serving one guest.

79. Pursuit of Knowledge (TomoTomo, JuRicchan)

If you didn't know who hosted the festival, you'd find out pretty quick.

Walking down the lanes of their event, two girls walked side by side observing the festivities and making sure everything ran smoothly.

The empresses of the academy always made their presence known.

Itano Tomomi was wearing a white double breasted suit and dark shades. Her outfit gave her the image of authority and sophistication. Looked expensive too. It probably cost an arm and a leg to import it from Italy or something.

Kasai Tomomi was clad in flowing robes, holding the kitsune mask on her face in one hand and in the opposite hand, a dulled naginata which gave itself the resemblance of a queen's scepter. Underneath her mask, she wore her kabuki makeup on one half as she wore her lineage proudly.

And if that wasn't enough…

They had a whole parade following them, a lion dance, the beating of taiko drums, and a dragon dance tailing closely.

Hell of an entrance they made.

"Do you remember signing off on that?" Itano pointed to a small gathering around what appeared to be something hosted by the academy idiots.

Takahashi Juri and Kawaei Rina.

"All attractions must be approved by me personally! How could I have let something get past me? Chiyuu~." No one really knew why Kasai said chiyuu periodically or what it really meant… but people just accepted it.

The two commanded their parade to halt as they made their way through the crowd which wore expressions that could be described as… invested but incredibly confused.

Itano put a stick of gum into her mouth and spoke between gum chews, "Takahashi. Kawaei."

"Hi Tomomi!" Rina waved energetically at Itano.

"Hi Tomomi!" Juri waved at Kasai and smiled, "You know, I totally get your first names confused sometimes."

Kasai pulled her mask away and blinked before looking at the attraction before her.

A small table. And several snails. A finish line.

Snail… races? Seems oddly entertaining.

"So… what's this attraction meant to be?" Itano spoke up first.

"Ah! We've gathered the fastest local snails and we're making them compete. Some people even pick their favorites to win!" Juri said with an explosive passion.

"Pick their favorites to win hm? Meaning that there's gambling in my festival?" Kasai raised an eyebrow.

"How much is the buy-in?" Itano put away her shades to have a better look at the event and possibly the money they raked in.

This time Rina excitedly replied.

"No buy-in at all!"

"So how do you make a profit from this?"

"Our profit is the pursuit of knowledge!"

Itano slowly blew a bubble and let it pop, "...knowledge?"

"Mhm! One of these snails is gonna move so fast they start flying! And me and Juri here will be the first to discover the first flying snail!"

TomoTomo stood there in silence. Complete… utter silence.

"Tomochin, I'm gonna let this decision be yours. Chiyuu~." She whispered.

Itano blew another bubble until it popped, "Carry on, girls. Enjoy the festivities."

The two bowed to JuRicchan and the crowd before the taiko drums began to beat once again and their walking parade continued.
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Indeed, these were out just in time. Btw, I'm happy about seeing your work as the first thing on a page instead of one of my comments. I felt like a thread hijacker.

Nezumi Radio Broadcast 3
The buildup to the TomoTomo from Nezumi's broadcast to their grand entrance felt pretty Fire Lord-like lmao. I think it was deserved. I don't think I've ever commented on it but I think the choice on formatting ('script' form but no "Nezumi:" for each line and no quotes) was pretty good. Easy to read and understand that this was kind of a transcript.

Russian Roulette
I'll never get tired of Miru's naked schtick, what with lines like “Now I have to get naked!” and "surprise nudity". The (normal) coffees sound good! I love food (and in this case, drink) descriptions so this has been pretty enjoyable for me. RIP whoever gets another one of those coffee creamer and soy sauce cups tho :nervous

Pin Cushion
Miichan was lucky that the people who came to the booth were experts. At least she only had to go through it once since Mariko-sama met her entertainment quota pretty quickly.

Pursuit of Knowledge
Man, TomoTomo are pretty thorough about their displays, huh?
JuRicchan had me laughing the whole time, I really enjoyed this one from the "pursuit of knowledge" line to expectations for the snails. It was just weird.

My comment is probably too late but Happy Halloween!

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Re: Adventures in Art School: OS Box.
« Reply #102 on: November 14, 2021, 09:19:30 AM »
I kinda get into it more in the A/N. But bare with me here. You didn't miss click.

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17. Before the Tea Leaves Fall (YuuNaa,FuuMiru,TomoTomo)

A/N: This is more of a story centered around Murayama Yuiri than it is a YuuNaa or a romance fic. Also... bare with me it's a pretty big experiment and I'm trying new things. There was orignally a song link in the middle of this, but formatting wouldn't agree with me. It was Sacrifice of Tradition from the Ghost of Tsushima OST up to the point of where Yuiri "snaps" back.

Tragedy always follows the tale of a warrior.

Murayama dragged herself back to the remains of her village to complete her final hunt to claim the life of General Shiroma, The Empress of War.

She hardly considered herself to be living. Opting to believe was a walking corpse with a sword at her side. A burning-hot engine where her heart used to beat. Only purpose for existing was to carry out revenge, and die soon after.

Murayama smelled the ashes of her village piled at heaps on the ground. Her eyes were devoid of life when she saw the cinders of what she used to call her home again.

A smoldering emptiness. The only thing that still existed here were screams in her head as she walked through.

Underneath the tree that watched over her village for generations... she saw her standing in front of the graves of Murayama's beloved family.

The empress of war herself.

She was a stone statue holding a naginata, appearing to be in deep thought as she swallowed the emotions of seeing a family she once knew in the ground.


The empress slowly turned around and met her eyes.

Murayama’s face was twisted in anguish and rage, whereas Shiroma’s was frozen in a near unbreakable stoicism.


“What I did? And what would that be? Putting an end to your husband treating the wounds of the enemy soldiers!? You knew the actions of your village was a betrayal to our country! Do you believe that this was the outcome I wanted? I simply... did what I had to do.”

"What you had to do? You razed my home to the ground. You followed orders to slaughter my family… my neighbors… so many innocents… for NOTHING!"

"Those men your husband treated were going to come back and raid your village, what would happen then? We'd have marauders living amongst us. Imagine what they would do with your husband's medical knowledge at their disposal. It wasn't an easy choice, but I had to! To the shogunate, you're a traitor along with your village!"

"If I'm a traitor to him, then you're his slave! My husband's medical research is gone! Lost in the ashes behind me! Our country would have benefited from his work, but the shogun is obsessed with the enemy and allows his people to suffer!" The pauldrons of her damaged armour came undone as she lumbered closer to the empress, "you dare lecture me about betrayal as you stand in front of my son's grave!?!" Tears streamed from Yuiri's eyes, " sweet Ryoma."

Yuiri was open, vulnerable. She fell to her knees as everything she had been through had finally caught up to her. The warrior had never reflected on her traumas and was unable to slow down her rage. Her grief had chained her to the floor as she was hit with a flash flood of emotion. She cried out in agony, indifferent to the presence of her final adversary.

The shogun ordered Shiroma to claim her head, and if there ever was a time to collect it. It was now.

But she couldn't.

A lifetime ago, these girls were friends. She had even considered her to be a sister.

Shiroma knelt down beside her and embraced her. She had no right to comfort her, but she deserved it.

It'd be so easy to drive her tanto into Shiroma's abdomen. But this was the first time she had a shoulder to cry on after burying her family. She needed this more than anything, she grit her teeth cursing herself for being weak. Humiliated for allowing herself to be fragile ever so close to her revenge.

What would even come of Shiroma's death? Killing the only family she had left.

The empress stood up as Yuiri continued to grieve. Miru approached the graves, her hands gripping her naginata tight.

Miru bowed to the grave of Yuiri's father. The strong warrior that trained both of them. A death that was regrettably on her hands.

She was just following the Shogun's orders. Murayama's father would've done the same.

For the country… for honour… right?

Miru planted her naginata next to his grave before noticing several leaves blowing from the direction of the eastern mountains.

"The tea leaves are falling…" Murayama spoke without her soul.

Miru stayed silent and allowed her to continue.

"My father said he would teach Ryoma how to use a sword once he saw the tsubaki leaves fall from the mountains."

"Yuuchan…" Shiroma used the nickname she called her as a child.

"Don't call me that…"

"You've come to me for revenge right?"

Yuiri looked up and saw Miru's usual stoic expression with tears slowly crawling down her cheeks like a mountain under the rain.

"If your father wanted you to kill me, he'd want it to be through an honorable duel." Miru gripped the katana at her side. "If you take my head, I can only hope that we meet again in the next life so I can finally see you at peace again."

"If I fall to your sword… promise me that you will bury me next to my husband." Yuiri stood up and readied her hand on the handle of her blade.

"I promise."

Miru proceeded to pull her katana out and threw the sheath off to the side.

A sign of Miru accepting her fate. At peace with the fact that this may be the last time she'd pull her blade out.

Yuiri did the same, pointing her weapon forward and throwing the sheath onto the ground as she was also uncertain if she would come out the victor of the duel.

...or if she even wanted to for that matter.

This is where we part.

Revenants of our failures.

Will death redeem us?

The two charged at each other and collided with their blades, rapidly swiping at each other creating a steel barrier that shredded the falling leaves that interfered in their duel.

Each strike was familiar as they had dueled countless times in the past underneath the same tree where they trained as little girls.

The once sweet memories returning as a bitter reminders of how cruel destiny can be.

Yuiri was relentless in her attacks, trying to crush Miru's stone guard.

A pattern of dodges, deflects, parries, and ripostes.

A brutal back and forth.

Even though there wasn't a single cut delivered, pain was brought with every swing of their katana.

Murayama brought down her blade in a downward slash, the same slash she won against Miru in one of their many duels. It was deflected with a fluid motion of Miru’s wrist.

Miru countered with a thrust, the technique that was the killing blow against Yuiri’s father. It rolled off Yuiri’s breastplate in a glancing blow. But the battle raged on.

The sounds of colliding steel rang in their ears as they continued to strike at each other, anticipating every move they had in their respective arsenals.

The warriors began to lose their breath. Their weapons weighing heavily in their hands. They made eye contact, knowing this battle's ending was drawing near.

They swung their katana at each other with all their might and the two blades clashed in the middle, grinding the edge of their weapons as they met face to face once more.

Releasing one hand from the handle, Yuiri delivered a vicious gut-check to Miru's abdomen with her fist.

As the empress tried to regain her poise, Yuiri shoved her with her shoulder and swung her blade upwards, unable to control the speed of its ascent.

The wood of her prop caught Miru's eye. And the girl dropped to the floor, clutching at her injury, screaming out in pain.

Fuck… fuck… fuck!

No ashes. No tree. No village. No war.

Yuiri found herself back on the stage of her theater class rehearsals. Immediately attempting to rush over to Miru to see if she was okay.

This was the worst case scenario… Miru trusted her with the choreography and her own incompetence allowed her to hurt a fellow actress.

"Fucking idiot!"

A drink was thrown directly at Yuiri's head before she could aid the other girl, leaving her face and hair drenched in iced coffee, with the sticky sweet substance slowly dripping down her costume and the set.

Unsurprisingly Fuuko, who occasionally stopped by to watch the rehearsals, was furious at Yuiri for hurting her girlfriend. Fuuko stormed up the stage, getting up in the drenched actress's face.

Yuiri tried her hardest to choke back tears.

"Who allowed you to be in the lead role?! Miru trusted you! Look at what you've done, bitch!" Fuuko pointed at Miru who was crumpled to the floor, crying as she clutched her eye. Yuiri couldn't see the injury clearly, but there was definitely blood in Miru's hand.

TomoTomo led rehearsals as the theater teacher was healing off a leg injury.

The two girls stood between Fuuko and Yuiri, guarding the latter with their bodies.

"The stage is sacred, chiyuu~. If you throw anything at the stage as an audience member again, you can consider yourself banned from the theater." Kasai said, laying down the authority.

Itano followed up, crunching down on the lollipop in her mouth.

"It's also not your place to discipline the talent. You may exit the stage now." Her tone laced with an ice cold admonition.

Fuuko backed off a step.

"At least let me take Miru to the nurses office."

Kasai gestured to her with her head and kept a close eye on Fuuko.

The girl carefully helped her girlfriend up and put her arm over her shoulder. She carried the injured actress off towards the exit of the stage.

Before making the complete exit Fuuko spoke over her shoulder.

"Sorry for making a mess on the set."

"Hold on Fuuko, wait."

Miru freed herself from Fuuko and ran up to Yuiri who was completely crestfallen.

"Look at me, Yuuchan."

Yuiri slowly turned her head up.

Miru's injured eye was covered by her hair, some blood and tears still trickling down her face.

"Accidents happen, Yuuchan. I understand. It's gonna be tough with one eye, but I'm still gonna work really hard to make our performance perfect. And I want you to work hard too. Don't give up… and uhh... I'm sorry about Fuuko. Can't really blame her for being protective, huh?" Miru tried to bring Yuiri's spirit up as she noticed tears building up in her eyes. "On the bright side, I think my character would look way cooler with an eyepatch."

The last remark brought a small smile to Yuiri's lips.

"That's the smile I wanted to see… We're gonna kill it next time!" Miru retreated back to Fuuko who was still glaring at Yuiri.

After the two girls left the building, Yuiri fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I ruined everything… I didn't… mean to…" Yuiri mumbled into her hands as tears broke free from her eyes.

Itano walked off to grab cleaning supplies for the spilled coffee on the stage.

Kasai however stayed behind to comfort Yuiri. She knelt down beside her and rubbed her back as she wept.

"I'm not good enough Kasai… I'm a failure of an actress. I'm sorry for letting everyone down." Yuiri was barely audible as she was muffled by her hands.

"This is a challenging role, Murayama. I recommended professor Akimoto for you to take the lead for a reason. You're a skilled performer. From the day you stepped foot here, I had you pegged as the Theater Queen. And coming from a multi-generational kabuki theater background, I think I have an eye for these things." Kasai assured warmly before pulling Yuiri's head to allow her to cry on her shoulder.

"Murayama… The stage, and everything on it is sacred. And when you're performing, that includes you…"

Yuiri wanted so badly to believe her.


Okada Nana couldn't wait to just take her uniform off and just be back in the comfort of her dorm.

Once she made her way inside, she laid her portfolio by the door as usual and took in the sight of her girlfriend.


She was huddled up on the couch clutching a dolphin plushie in one hand, and a near empty wine glass in the other. She was watching Big Hero 6 for the twentieth time.

"Hello my naachannnnn." Yuiri slurred.

Okada scanned the site and immediately found the empty wine bottle on the coffee table.

She seemed to have remembered it being pretty close to full before she went to class.

*Hic*"Sorry Naachan, I didn't save any for you" *hic* She swished around the liquid in the glass. She almost tipped over.

"Why are you drinking so much?"

"Because!" *Hic* "I feel bad for youuuu." *Hic* "You're dating a loser like me… can't do a simmmple scene without hurting someone."

Nana settled down next to her partner and took the wine glass away from her, setting it out of her reach on the far end of the coffee table.

"I was drinkinnn that."

"I don't think so… So what happened?"

Yuiri sighed and leaned on Nana, laying all her weight onto her, "I fucking hurt someone! Hit her in the fucking eye with the sword." Yuiri's tears threatened to leave her eyes for the umpteenth time, "Some girl threw a coffee at me after… I deserved it though"

"You absolutely do not deserve getting stuff thrown at you." Nana stroked her hair, "C'mon let's get you into bed. Get some rest. You're gonna have a shitty wine hangover tomorrow."

Yuiri groaned, "Urgh… not yet. I think I'm gonna throw up…"

"Okay, then let me help you up and get to the bathroom."

"No… I can find my way to the bathroom myself…"

"You couldn't even find your asscheeks by yourself. I'm helping you up whether you like it or not!" Nana asserted.

Yuiri groaned, "fine… but be slow."

"Maybe when you're all lucid we can practice that scene till you're perfect!"

"Ugh… the thought of messing up and hurting you makes me wanna throw up more."

"Alright alright… let's get your drunk ass to the toilet."



Sae barged into the break room, gagging.

"Sae, what's wrong?" Rena rushed over to check if she was okay.

"Sorry Rena, but can you take care of the patient outside? She's got this eye injury… and man… I don't do well with eye stuff…"

"What?! As if I'd want to be involved with that?! You're the leader, you shouldn't have such a weak stomach!"

"Well it'd be a shame if Maimai learned that you never finished medical school, nor do you have any licence to practice."


Sae made herself comfy on the break room couch giving Rena a shit eating grin.

"As long as you patch her eye up, I wouldn't dream of it."

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The way she treated Yuiri even after she was being helped outside was just so kind, it made me that much sadder. It's a bloody eye! Miru and TomoTomo let Yuiri off easy, I think. Again, an EYE! Though I assume it's because it's not actually a serious enough injury, so they didn't feel the need to crucify Yuiri on top of her punishing/hating on herself over it.

Awesome dramatic storytelling with the theater play, and even outside it. I felt like I was seeing everyone's emotions in conflict with each other. I understood Shiroma's following orders but still loving Murayama, their not being sure whether they want to be the survivor, Fuuko's anger, Chiyuu's protectiveness over the theater, everything was so compelling. The prose was SOOOO good and natural-sounding.

Focusing on one or two characters while the romance is left a little to the side is still interesting to me. It's a great chance to show touching friendships and more of each character's... character lmao.

For OSTs, a sudden A/N in the middle of a story to put a song link might be jarring to some readers, while for others it's more convenient and makes them more likely to listen to it at the right time (because of convenience). Either way, I listened to the soundtrack as prescribed.

I think I have an eye for these things
So does Miru haha.
In contrast to 'eyes'.

you never finished medical school, nor do you have any licence to practice
Reminds me of Jurina'sCenter's own unauthorized practice of medicine in MG4. Eye(haha)-catching setup for future stories!

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Re: Adventures in Art School: OS Box.
« Reply #104 on: December 02, 2021, 01:26:09 AM »
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@aneramyre: I imagine most of those theater girls are "the show must go on" types. So I feel like Miru would be forgiving about the injury regardless of severity.

The original plan was to have her be just as angry as Fuuko, but I feel like Miru being kind through the pain shows her dedication to the craft as well as her grit. Especially considering thus far, we haven't seen much of her artistic side until now. Makes for a stronger character moment imo.


One small one before the Holiday fics come out.

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80. A Moment Between Enemies (Murayama Yuiri, Mukaichi Mion)

A/N: Highly recommend reading 'Before the Tea Leaves Fall' to get the full context of this installment.

Nana was right… Yuiri was gonna have a rough wine hangover.

After several hours laying in bed, Yuiri decided to finally get up and try to walk it off.

A couple laps around a nearby park, maybe grab a coffee at the…

On second thought… I probably should avoid Rino&Rie's… Fuuko could be working today.

Right as she exited the dorm room, the room next door opened up as well.

Mion was also on her way out.

Great… exactly who I wanted to see…

"Hey Yuuchan… I heard what happened during rehearsals."

The taller girl sighed and crossed her arms, "it's only been a day… how do you even know?!"

"Word travels down the grapevine pretty quick in this school. I know a girl who knows a girl who knows a girl who knows a raccoon who knows a girl…" Mion cut herself off, "yeah… something along those lines."

"Whatever… Are you gonna take this opportunity to make fun of me? Drill me in the back of the head with your stupid nerf gun when I walk away?"

Mion pulled open her jacket to reveal a lack of concealed plastic weaponry.

"No I'm not gonna shoot you. I just thought you wanted to know about Miru."

Yuiri's temper cooled down. "Miru… Actually… yeah. How is she? Is she okay?"

"I heard she's gonna be down an eye until the performance, but she'll make a full recovery eventually."

"I still feel so awful." Yuiri frowned, the same feeling of shame washing over her again.

"It's not your fault. Shit happens sometimes." Mion leaned against the wall casually, "also whoever threw the coffee at you… total bitch."

Yuiri was flabbergasted at Mion's words. The two were always at each other's throats. Yuiri would've predicted she would kick her while she was down.

"You're defending me? Did Mogi tell you to be nice to me or something? You're not acting like yourself."

"Look, I'm not evil and annoying all the time." Mion smirked and rolled her eyes before continuing, "I saw you walk into your room with this dejected look in your eyes and I know that look when someone's about to drink their sorrows away." Mion knocked on the walls for emphasis, "also these walls are paper thin, I could hear you and Naachan talking about wine and stuff."

Yuiri hung her head in silence.

"What I'm trying to say is… I really hate seeing people give up on their art. I wanna see you go up on that stage and knock everyone dead."

The theater girl took a moment to process Mion's words.

"Thank you Mion. That really means a lot."

"I promise by tomorrow I'll be back to my antics, shooting you with the nerf gun and all that."

A genuine warm smile found its way to Yuiri's lips, "and I'll be ready to smack you as hard as I can with the sword."

"Can't wait." The short girl stood up straight before getting ready to leave, "I'm about to go on a little snack run to the convenience store, did you want anything when you come back?"

"Coffee… and a snack… surprise me." Yuiri said as she walked away.

And the two parted ways as friends… (sorta.)

A/N: Surprise Mion character development.
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