RP log: Shiiba, Niou
Date: backdated to, uhh. |D Around the middle of September. (Log was started on the 25th? 8D)
Rating: PG-13? (G, really)
Summary: Shiiba mistakes Niou for his AU self, for a moment. Coffee is made, to calm down, and Peaceful Musings about self and not-selves follow. :3 This is possibly the first log Angel and I have ever actually finished together, go us. |D;;
Niou frowned in concentration (or consternation), a single dart spinning absently between his fingers as he scanned class lists and student test results. Dividing them all up according to ability was proving to be a pain in the arse. Some of them aced Geometry and Algebra, but fell on their faces in stuff like Statistics - not to mention that select bunch with enhanced mental capabilities needing to just graduate the hell out from under his nose already…
Giving up (for the moment at least), the phaser stomped grumpily into the staff lounge, ignoring anyone else who happened to be there in favour of searching vehemently for some nonexistent hard liquor that he wasn't going to drink anyway.
It wasn't so different from home, Shiiba thought as she flipped through the last of the handwritten files that needed added to the school's student database. Names, ages, grade level and ability...last year of school taken.
Powers.
Save for the fact that she'd not run across Tomiyama-sensei during her daily excursions to the Danger Room while classes where in session (and the area wasn't in use), Shiiba could only find the smallest differences between Ryuhana and her own, beloved school. No, there was no X-Prime, she'd not been called on a mission since that day she woke up in the emergency room, and Ryou-kun was Shishido-kun here. But the paperwork looked the same. The students were still nervous during the first days, scared of their own powers. Many just needed someone to smile at them kindly and offer a little bit of help or reassurance before they settled down. There were problems, of course; so many were teenagers, and being a mutant, no matter what the social acceptance around it was, was never an easy thing.
In fact. there were really enough parallels that Shiiba could, for a little while, forget that the campus she worked on was Ryuhana, not Tomihana. She'd had to stop herself from answering the phone that way, but in the late afternoon, when she was more involved in paperwork in her office than talking to anyone, the situation seemed so perfectly normal to her...
So when her attention drifted from her paperwork to the need for...well, lunch, she only absently set the paperwork aside and made her way down the hall to the kitchen door.
There wasn't anything to drink. Unless you counted the milk and water, which Niou didn't. He flopped down across the couch, deliberating the pros and cons of lodging his dart in the ceiling. Maybe it'd be more of a challenge if he went for the cornices, or maybe the light fixture. On the other hand, going to fetch the ladder to get it down would be a waste of time. The flipside to that being... it was still more interesting than evaluating student groups.
Bloody student groups. He made a comical sound of frustration, dart spinning faster. Didn't help that he wasn't even sure he had the board of staff's approval for the shuffle, yet.
The noise of cabinets slowed her steps as she approached the kitchen, pausing until the ruckus had stopped completely. With a small frown, Shiiba started forward again, opening the door and stepping inside long enough to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.
The flash was metal, moving quickly, and Shiiba didn't even think about her reaction. Instinct took over. a small flare erupting from the palm of her hand and flung in the direction of the metal tip.
Niou glanced toward the small flash -- when suddenly the dart wasn't spinning 'round his fingers anymore. The bang hadn't hurt -- hell, it hadn't anything, apart from a short wave of heat as it'd gone through his phased hand -- but. His dart was now embedded in the couch, and that wasn't cool. Niou sat up, narrowed eyes now focused upon the figure in the doorway. "Lady Shiiba," he growled, tone deliberate and a little on the dark side.
The ball had flipped to quickly from her fingers for her to recall her, her focus only on the piece of metal she'd seen. Even when her eyes made the jump from spinning-and-silver to silver hair, she'd not been able to redirect the flare's course.
For a moment, that didn't matter. Her eyes went wide, mind latching onto a familiar, feral expression. "Elusion, what are you doing here?" she started, falling into a defensive stance immediately.
Niou raised an eyebrow, attempting to glance around without taking his eyes off the seemingly combat-ready figure before him (more difficult than it seemed). Slowly, deliberately, he let his expression flicker down to innocent confusion. He leaned back into the couch, body language open. "Just wanted a drink. Staffroom's fair game, ain't it...?"
It a second for Shiiba Saori's mind to catch up with her body, for her to realizing just what she was doing and who she was going it to But the changing expression, the harmless tone...
She stiffened, mouth open, then blinked and slowly relaxed. "Oh god..." she groaned. "I-I'm sorry, Niou-s....Niou. I thought you were...someone else."
Niou shrugged, a little nonplussed now that it looked like... whatever Shiiba had been on was out of her system. "Happens?" Even though, y'know. He usually did something, first. Like, dress up as Hirochu or something. The phaser pointed to the next couch, indicating for the Lady to sit, as he stood for a couple of mugs. Well, since there was no alcohol... "'m I gettin' you a coffee, or...?"
"Yeah, I guess so..."
Though really, she needed to be more aware of where she was and who belonged where. She sighed at herself, sitting down tiredly and checked over her hands. The heat that followed in the wake of her powers normally dissipated rapidly, and her palms were cool enough that she could trust them on the fabric.
"Coffee's fine," she smiled, running her fingers through her hair.
Niou made it as thick and black as he could get the instant stuff. Not that Shiiba really seemed to need the caffeine, but whatever. Two mugs in one hand, and a handful of sugars and creamers in the other, he made his way back to the table. "So. A lot o' people want you dead where you come from, or what?" he chuckled. It might as well have passed for casual conversation, where mutants were concerned.
Shiiba thanked him as she took her cup and several packets of sugar.
It wasn't that she needed it -- or the caffeine, really, she chided herself. But that small blast of power meant energy consumed, and she would have to make up for the calories it had taken from her in some way. The sugar would at least hold her over until she could go back to her office and have something more substantial from her desk.
Looking up at Niou's question, Shiiba smiles a little and bit her lip. "A few?" she offered, with a little shrug. "Not a lot, I think." Not if the fan sights were anything to go by…
"But there were some that probably did."
Niou chuckled at that. "So long's I din't happen t'be one of them," he grinned, going as heavy on the creamer in his own coffee as Shiiba seemed to be doing the sugar, and winked over the rim of his cup when it was done. "Couldn't hurt a lovely lady like you." Which was a fairly blatant lie, and Shiiba probably knew it, but that didn't really matter. So long as they were both on the same page: he was harmless, here <3
"Mmm, you were actually," Shiiba mused, taking a sip of the now saccharine coffee. "Well, not you. But the person who looked just like you."
And that really wasn't that much of an explanation, she thought to herself. Yet it was still hard to explain; she was still getting used to the idea herself, and telling Hanamura-sensei, would could at least telepathically scan her and verify the trust to her words, was a thing unto itself. Telling someone without that ability?
That was a bit more awkward.
Niou took the information at face value, not thinking too hard about it yet. 'Guy that's not me, but looks like me?' Just like Yagyuu does it. No sweat <3
It was a bit of an eyebrow raiser what this dude was doing with the Niou Image, though. "Bit of a bastard am I, huh?" It... wasn't too surprising a concept, he guessed.
"Mmmm…" Shiiba paused thoughtfully, her coffee cup against her low lip. "Yes, you…I mean he was. Very." She settled back in the chair and took a sip of the warm liquid. Her ankles were crossed on the floor in front of her, neatly polished heels squeaking against one another as she adjusted her feet. "Elusion was…well. I didn't really talk to him much, but he was quite dangerous. He kidnapped a friend of mine..."
"Must'a had a reason," Niou chuckled softly. But then paused himself, and amended: "Probably." Elusion, huh? Likely meant the other self was more actually into the missions thing, rather than training the wee ones. Pity his one.
What did a guy even say to that? "Pity," he murmured eventually. "Copping out early this world's had passed out and thought he'd carked it. Which Niou hadn't been too happy about, but at least it hadn't happened.
But this was a bloody depressing topic. "Anyway," the phaser continued with an easy grin. "Just lemme know if you're ever homesick, yeah? I c'n pretend t' try kill you, for old time's sake <3"
"Yeah…probably," Shiiba agreed, hunching her shoulders a bit. There was an unpleasant thought that she hadn't really considered -- neither her other self nor whatever was…there of her surviving. "I just…hope everyone back home is all right."
She licked her lips and took a final sip of her coffee, appreciative of the change in topics. It would be something familiar, but not, she thought with a smile. "Sparring against you might be fun, actually," she laughed softly, "but I don't think I'm going to miss the 'trying to kill me' part that much."
"'s alright, it wouldn't happen," Niou chuckled, tipping back the dregs of his coffee, so he could leave Shiiba in peace with hers. The earlier-offending dart was between his fingers again, and spun once. "They're all blunt, 'nyway." He'd given up on tungsten ones, except for serious play, since they just shattered too easily. The shafts were nickel, for training, worn in too well. And a pain in the ass to sharpen all the time.
At any rate, the phaser grinned, standing to leave, and saluted with his empty mug. "Anytime you're up for it, Lady <3 Jus' lemme know."
Rating: PG-13? (G, really)
Summary: Shiiba mistakes Niou for his AU self, for a moment. Coffee is made, to calm down, and Peaceful Musings about self and not-selves follow. :3 This is possibly the first log Angel and I have ever actually finished together, go us. |D;;
Niou frowned in concentration (or consternation), a single dart spinning absently between his fingers as he scanned class lists and student test results. Dividing them all up according to ability was proving to be a pain in the arse. Some of them aced Geometry and Algebra, but fell on their faces in stuff like Statistics - not to mention that select bunch with enhanced mental capabilities needing to just graduate the hell out from under his nose already…
Giving up (for the moment at least), the phaser stomped grumpily into the staff lounge, ignoring anyone else who happened to be there in favour of searching vehemently for some nonexistent hard liquor that he wasn't going to drink anyway.
It wasn't so different from home, Shiiba thought as she flipped through the last of the handwritten files that needed added to the school's student database. Names, ages, grade level and ability...last year of school taken.
Powers.
Save for the fact that she'd not run across Tomiyama-sensei during her daily excursions to the Danger Room while classes where in session (and the area wasn't in use), Shiiba could only find the smallest differences between Ryuhana and her own, beloved school. No, there was no X-Prime, she'd not been called on a mission since that day she woke up in the emergency room, and Ryou-kun was Shishido-kun here. But the paperwork looked the same. The students were still nervous during the first days, scared of their own powers. Many just needed someone to smile at them kindly and offer a little bit of help or reassurance before they settled down. There were problems, of course; so many were teenagers, and being a mutant, no matter what the social acceptance around it was, was never an easy thing.
In fact. there were really enough parallels that Shiiba could, for a little while, forget that the campus she worked on was Ryuhana, not Tomihana. She'd had to stop herself from answering the phone that way, but in the late afternoon, when she was more involved in paperwork in her office than talking to anyone, the situation seemed so perfectly normal to her...
So when her attention drifted from her paperwork to the need for...well, lunch, she only absently set the paperwork aside and made her way down the hall to the kitchen door.
There wasn't anything to drink. Unless you counted the milk and water, which Niou didn't. He flopped down across the couch, deliberating the pros and cons of lodging his dart in the ceiling. Maybe it'd be more of a challenge if he went for the cornices, or maybe the light fixture. On the other hand, going to fetch the ladder to get it down would be a waste of time. The flipside to that being... it was still more interesting than evaluating student groups.
Bloody student groups. He made a comical sound of frustration, dart spinning faster. Didn't help that he wasn't even sure he had the board of staff's approval for the shuffle, yet.
The noise of cabinets slowed her steps as she approached the kitchen, pausing until the ruckus had stopped completely. With a small frown, Shiiba started forward again, opening the door and stepping inside long enough to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.
The flash was metal, moving quickly, and Shiiba didn't even think about her reaction. Instinct took over. a small flare erupting from the palm of her hand and flung in the direction of the metal tip.
Niou glanced toward the small flash -- when suddenly the dart wasn't spinning 'round his fingers anymore. The bang hadn't hurt -- hell, it hadn't anything, apart from a short wave of heat as it'd gone through his phased hand -- but. His dart was now embedded in the couch, and that wasn't cool. Niou sat up, narrowed eyes now focused upon the figure in the doorway. "Lady Shiiba," he growled, tone deliberate and a little on the dark side.
The ball had flipped to quickly from her fingers for her to recall her, her focus only on the piece of metal she'd seen. Even when her eyes made the jump from spinning-and-silver to silver hair, she'd not been able to redirect the flare's course.
For a moment, that didn't matter. Her eyes went wide, mind latching onto a familiar, feral expression. "Elusion, what are you doing here?" she started, falling into a defensive stance immediately.
Niou raised an eyebrow, attempting to glance around without taking his eyes off the seemingly combat-ready figure before him (more difficult than it seemed). Slowly, deliberately, he let his expression flicker down to innocent confusion. He leaned back into the couch, body language open. "Just wanted a drink. Staffroom's fair game, ain't it...?"
It a second for Shiiba Saori's mind to catch up with her body, for her to realizing just what she was doing and who she was going it to But the changing expression, the harmless tone...
She stiffened, mouth open, then blinked and slowly relaxed. "Oh god..." she groaned. "I-I'm sorry, Niou-s....Niou. I thought you were...someone else."
Niou shrugged, a little nonplussed now that it looked like... whatever Shiiba had been on was out of her system. "Happens?" Even though, y'know. He usually did something, first. Like, dress up as Hirochu or something. The phaser pointed to the next couch, indicating for the Lady to sit, as he stood for a couple of mugs. Well, since there was no alcohol... "'m I gettin' you a coffee, or...?"
"Yeah, I guess so..."
Though really, she needed to be more aware of where she was and who belonged where. She sighed at herself, sitting down tiredly and checked over her hands. The heat that followed in the wake of her powers normally dissipated rapidly, and her palms were cool enough that she could trust them on the fabric.
"Coffee's fine," she smiled, running her fingers through her hair.
Niou made it as thick and black as he could get the instant stuff. Not that Shiiba really seemed to need the caffeine, but whatever. Two mugs in one hand, and a handful of sugars and creamers in the other, he made his way back to the table. "So. A lot o' people want you dead where you come from, or what?" he chuckled. It might as well have passed for casual conversation, where mutants were concerned.
Shiiba thanked him as she took her cup and several packets of sugar.
It wasn't that she needed it -- or the caffeine, really, she chided herself. But that small blast of power meant energy consumed, and she would have to make up for the calories it had taken from her in some way. The sugar would at least hold her over until she could go back to her office and have something more substantial from her desk.
Looking up at Niou's question, Shiiba smiles a little and bit her lip. "A few?" she offered, with a little shrug. "Not a lot, I think." Not if the fan sights were anything to go by…
"But there were some that probably did."
Niou chuckled at that. "So long's I din't happen t'be one of them," he grinned, going as heavy on the creamer in his own coffee as Shiiba seemed to be doing the sugar, and winked over the rim of his cup when it was done. "Couldn't hurt a lovely lady like you." Which was a fairly blatant lie, and Shiiba probably knew it, but that didn't really matter. So long as they were both on the same page: he was harmless, here <3
"Mmm, you were actually," Shiiba mused, taking a sip of the now saccharine coffee. "Well, not you. But the person who looked just like you."
And that really wasn't that much of an explanation, she thought to herself. Yet it was still hard to explain; she was still getting used to the idea herself, and telling Hanamura-sensei, would could at least telepathically scan her and verify the trust to her words, was a thing unto itself. Telling someone without that ability?
That was a bit more awkward.
Niou took the information at face value, not thinking too hard about it yet. 'Guy that's not me, but looks like me?' Just like Yagyuu does it. No sweat <3
It was a bit of an eyebrow raiser what this dude was doing with the Niou Image, though. "Bit of a bastard am I, huh?" It... wasn't too surprising a concept, he guessed.
"Mmmm…" Shiiba paused thoughtfully, her coffee cup against her low lip. "Yes, you…I mean he was. Very." She settled back in the chair and took a sip of the warm liquid. Her ankles were crossed on the floor in front of her, neatly polished heels squeaking against one another as she adjusted her feet. "Elusion was…well. I didn't really talk to him much, but he was quite dangerous. He kidnapped a friend of mine..."
"Must'a had a reason," Niou chuckled softly. But then paused himself, and amended: "Probably." Elusion, huh? Likely meant the other self was more actually into the missions thing, rather than training the wee ones. Pity his one.
What did a guy even say to that? "Pity," he murmured eventually. "Copping out early this world's had passed out and thought he'd carked it. Which Niou hadn't been too happy about, but at least it hadn't happened.
But this was a bloody depressing topic. "Anyway," the phaser continued with an easy grin. "Just lemme know if you're ever homesick, yeah? I c'n pretend t' try kill you, for old time's sake <3"
"Yeah…probably," Shiiba agreed, hunching her shoulders a bit. There was an unpleasant thought that she hadn't really considered -- neither her other self nor whatever was…there of her surviving. "I just…hope everyone back home is all right."
She licked her lips and took a final sip of her coffee, appreciative of the change in topics. It would be something familiar, but not, she thought with a smile. "Sparring against you might be fun, actually," she laughed softly, "but I don't think I'm going to miss the 'trying to kill me' part that much."
"'s alright, it wouldn't happen," Niou chuckled, tipping back the dregs of his coffee, so he could leave Shiiba in peace with hers. The earlier-offending dart was between his fingers again, and spun once. "They're all blunt, 'nyway." He'd given up on tungsten ones, except for serious play, since they just shattered too easily. The shafts were nickel, for training, worn in too well. And a pain in the ass to sharpen all the time.
At any rate, the phaser grinned, standing to leave, and saluted with his empty mug. "Anytime you're up for it, Lady <3 Jus' lemme know."