=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
Kiba
Kiba was pleasantly surprised with her ranking of second place, and gave a wide grin as she stretched out her wings, the rest of the day went by in a blur—a very claustrophobic blue, but the girl supposed she could get used to it. Finally, classes were over and it was time to see her dorm. She had chosen a shared room because she thought it might be big enough for her to stretch her wings out sometimes, and that it would give her an excuse to make a new friend. She took her key with a little trepidation and went up to floor 5, scanning the halls for room number 27. When she found it, Kiba cracked the door open, then further.
It was far nicer than the empty cabin in the woods her clan used occasionally. While Kiba wasn’t surprised the staff hadn’t managed to bring in an actual tree to the dorm room, she was pleasantly shocked at how well they granted her request to be high up with space to hang. Not only was she on the top floor, just a quick flight from the roof, but there was what looked like a massive cat playground covering a third of the room, floor-to-ceiling. There was space to sit, lie down, and a storage area, and thick ropes trailed from the top level that would allow her to sleep upside down if she wanted.
“This is perfect!” Kiba squealed as her echolocation took in her half. She had only a few belongings with her, namely a few pairs of casual clothing with colors that probably clashed horribly, and some random trinkets she had found interesting since coming to actual civilization. Several pieces of glass, a Polaroid camera she had found discarded, a slightly dented pair of binoculars, and a couple fake flowers. Why anyone would want to make a replica of something they could literally walk three feet and pick up was beyond Kiba, but to each their own. Once she finished unpacking, the bat girl hopped up the levels of the structure and threw her legs and wing claws over a rope, hanging upside down, planning to get some shut-eye before dinner.
Yakima
Yakima’s poker face did not shift at all when the rankings were revealed, but she allowed herself an inner pat on the back. As the day passed, Yaki spent most of her time twirling a pen in her hand and looking bored, waiting for Pip to recharge. Watching the sleeping animation was funny the first couple times, but after that, watching three purple Z’s bubble out of Pip’s ear then pop just wasn’t that entertaining. Instead she watched the bar under the pixie as it slowly filled, changing from red to yellow to green until finally, in the middle of math class, the pixie exclaimed “Pip feels refreshed! Let’s play again soon!”
Needless to say, Yakima was exceedingly grateful when that period ended and Hero Course Class B was instructed to head to their dorm building. She hadn’t listed whether she wanted a shared or single dorm, because while a single dorm would be nice for privacy, Yakima knew she would go stark-raving nuts after a week with only Pip for company when gaming online. When she opened the door to her dorm, there was another girl in there already, her side giving off a very fluffy aesthetic. Yakima’s side was… a little different.
Her bed was like a bunk where the bottom bed had been removed and replaced with shelves and a desk area, gaming chair rolled slightly back. The bed was very neatly made, a couple game-controller shaped plushes on it, and lights that she could change the color of glowed faintly in the already-lit room, currently a bright red. Various rock band posters were rolled up on the desk where her computers, speakers, and headset would go, as though whoever put her stuff into the room didn’t know where to put them up. That was alright, she would pin them up soon, along with her gaming rig she had with her in a separate bag. She didn’t trust the movers with those things, nuh-uh.
Yakima jumped, realizing she had almost forgotten about the other girl in the room, and—very gently—set her bags down. “Umm… hi,” Yakima said, a little awkward. “I’m Yakima Temu. This thing here—“ she gestured at Pip “—is Pip. Nice to meet you?” She held out her hand to shake. The floating username above the girl’s head said “SnowCone” in an ornate cursive script that fit well with her soft side of the room. She’s sweet but cold? Or maybe her quirk has something to do with sweets? Or ice? Or both? Either way, she seems alright.
Kiba was pleasantly surprised with her ranking of second place, and gave a wide grin as she stretched out her wings, the rest of the day went by in a blur—a very claustrophobic blue, but the girl supposed she could get used to it. Finally, classes were over and it was time to see her dorm. She had chosen a shared room because she thought it might be big enough for her to stretch her wings out sometimes, and that it would give her an excuse to make a new friend. She took her key with a little trepidation and went up to floor 5, scanning the halls for room number 27. When she found it, Kiba cracked the door open, then further.
It was far nicer than the empty cabin in the woods her clan used occasionally. While Kiba wasn’t surprised the staff hadn’t managed to bring in an actual tree to the dorm room, she was pleasantly shocked at how well they granted her request to be high up with space to hang. Not only was she on the top floor, just a quick flight from the roof, but there was what looked like a massive cat playground covering a third of the room, floor-to-ceiling. There was space to sit, lie down, and a storage area, and thick ropes trailed from the top level that would allow her to sleep upside down if she wanted.
“This is perfect!” Kiba squealed as her echolocation took in her half. She had only a few belongings with her, namely a few pairs of casual clothing with colors that probably clashed horribly, and some random trinkets she had found interesting since coming to actual civilization. Several pieces of glass, a Polaroid camera she had found discarded, a slightly dented pair of binoculars, and a couple fake flowers. Why anyone would want to make a replica of something they could literally walk three feet and pick up was beyond Kiba, but to each their own. Once she finished unpacking, the bat girl hopped up the levels of the structure and threw her legs and wing claws over a rope, hanging upside down, planning to get some shut-eye before dinner.
Yakima
Yakima’s poker face did not shift at all when the rankings were revealed, but she allowed herself an inner pat on the back. As the day passed, Yaki spent most of her time twirling a pen in her hand and looking bored, waiting for Pip to recharge. Watching the sleeping animation was funny the first couple times, but after that, watching three purple Z’s bubble out of Pip’s ear then pop just wasn’t that entertaining. Instead she watched the bar under the pixie as it slowly filled, changing from red to yellow to green until finally, in the middle of math class, the pixie exclaimed “Pip feels refreshed! Let’s play again soon!”
Needless to say, Yakima was exceedingly grateful when that period ended and Hero Course Class B was instructed to head to their dorm building. She hadn’t listed whether she wanted a shared or single dorm, because while a single dorm would be nice for privacy, Yakima knew she would go stark-raving nuts after a week with only Pip for company when gaming online. When she opened the door to her dorm, there was another girl in there already, her side giving off a very fluffy aesthetic. Yakima’s side was… a little different.
Her bed was like a bunk where the bottom bed had been removed and replaced with shelves and a desk area, gaming chair rolled slightly back. The bed was very neatly made, a couple game-controller shaped plushes on it, and lights that she could change the color of glowed faintly in the already-lit room, currently a bright red. Various rock band posters were rolled up on the desk where her computers, speakers, and headset would go, as though whoever put her stuff into the room didn’t know where to put them up. That was alright, she would pin them up soon, along with her gaming rig she had with her in a separate bag. She didn’t trust the movers with those things, nuh-uh.
Yakima jumped, realizing she had almost forgotten about the other girl in the room, and—very gently—set her bags down. “Umm… hi,” Yakima said, a little awkward. “I’m Yakima Temu. This thing here—“ she gestured at Pip “—is Pip. Nice to meet you?” She held out her hand to shake. The floating username above the girl’s head said “SnowCone” in an ornate cursive script that fit well with her soft side of the room. She’s sweet but cold? Or maybe her quirk has something to do with sweets? Or ice? Or both? Either way, she seems alright.
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