Coins for Discoveries (Iris/Open)

[Rick Fader]

So far, Rick's day was not going too well. As usual, he had failed to make any form of progress in his training. For the past month, he had been focusing on finding ways to operate despite his bum left arm. The weapon had hardly left the confines of the gym, mostly when necessary, and rarely for any sort of fun.

And for what? Any methods he managed to find were too impractical for his tastes. To climb high walls without lifting his left arm to grab a handhold, he needed to resort to using his wires to launch himself over the wall. But as it was, his wires would tire him the hell out with even such a short use. Fighting without using his left arm was hard for him to adapt to, due to being used to using both arms equally on the field, and mostly having to have both arms to back him, especially with elbow strikes or attacks that relied on him lifting his arm above the shoulder.

The weapon felt disheartened. For a moment, he thought that it may be impossible for him to find a new method to carry on fighting. He might have to take up some bullshit hacking or desk job before his arm healed in order to make use of himself to his fellow EAT students. But then, Rick snapped himself out of it. What would any of his friends have to say if he did all of this work for nothing? All those plans he had, just abandoned only for him to outright quit. Rick was determined to see this through, no matter how long it took.

However, the weapon needed to get something to drink. His body and breath were ragged from hours worth of physical exertion. Rick dragged himself over to the vending machines, still clad in the tracksuit pants, sneakers, and muscle shirt he wore while exercising for the past hours in his continued effort to try to find a new fighting style.

To anyone who would spot the blue-haired student, it was clear that what Rick really needed was some sleep and a break from his continuous hunt. However, the weapon would never admit to this, despite the fact that he could feel it taking its toll on him. His whole body was numb, his lungs felt like they were on fire. He would hopefully grab an energy drink, drink it, and continue his hunt for a better way of fighting until his little injury could heal.

[Ashley Noriko]

Ashley's eyes were half closed behind her black ski goggles, her boots clinking softly as she walked down the hall in a lazy strut. Her hands tucked away the pocket of her jacket which was zipped up today. Unlike her normal outfit she was wearing a pair of loose purple pajamas with little chibi black cats on them. She wore her black halter top under her jacket but that didn't matter much now. Ashley had decided today was gonna be her lazy day, she even left her constant companion at home today. The loss of the bag's weight was apparent on her shoulder the whole day and she wished she hadn't made the mistake.

Ashley dragged her eyes from the ground as she heard a few footsteps besides her own. A tired looking soul stood attempting to get a drink, but he looked like he would fall over at any second. Ashley blew a large bubble with her gum only suck it back in, causing a loud sharp pop. She found it was the easiest way of getting noticed without wasting words. She walked up to him though not caring about his reaction. "Working hard there?" Ashley asked, "I think you need a bit more than a drink to keep you on your feet boy."

Ashley leaned against the vending machine, and boredly pulled at the side of her beanie. A strands of hair bounced as she did. She looked up at him through the goggles that hid her eyes, he was breathing heavy and she was positive she could see bags under his eyes. How hard had he been working? Besides that boredom why was he working himself so hard? Sometimes the girl just couldn't understand a single thing about people, they work so hard only to die. Than again isn't she doing the same thing? Working hard to do something only to rot in the ground, not a single memory of her left behind. They all fade away at some point, but she never found sense in working so hard just to die. Even so the world would keep turning, in a way she guessed it was just human nature. Besides some people managed to make it work. Still that gave the boy no right to work like he was insane, he clearly needed sleep. Weather he knew that or not wasn't her issue, but she was bored as hell.

[Rick Fader]

"I'm going to fucking punch Sai in the balls when I'm out of here. . .", muttered the weapon quietly, still a little bitter over the acupuncture incident. Though he was still willing to be best friends with him, Rick felt like he needed to get back at Sai for fucking that procedure up.

Despite how exhausted he was, Rick made it over to the machine. Obviously, he intended to pick up one of the larger bottles of an energy drink. However, the real problem was choosing between the flavors. Lemon lime, blue raspberry, grape, and fruit punch were the four flavors that appealed to Rick. But before he would decide, the weapon fished out a dollar bill from his pants pocket lazily.

His attempt to insert the money was quickly interrupted by the sound of a bubble popping. Rick turned his head to find a shorter black-haired girl in pajamas, boots, and goggles on. Rick didn't seem phased by the sound at all, having experienced much worse around the world. She asked him if he was working hard, then commented on the fact that he should actually get some real rest.

And boy, was she right. And it wasn't the first time he had heard or acknowledged this. In his time on the courses and training grounds of Shibusen, he had barely gotten any sleep in between. Every time he had come into class, he looked and felt like total crap. It was a miracle that he hadn't just fallen asleep in class most of the time.

"I. . . I'll be fine. . . I just need. . . caffeine to wake me up. . .", he told her stubbornly, yet tiredly. Though he knew she was right, he wasn't going to give up. He was now stubborn in his pursuit for compensation of his bum shoulder. He knew that this would bite him in the ass later. But he didn't want to miss a beat on the journey that had cost him a month.

[Iris Walker]

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This was her first time "making rounds" at Shibusen. Really, whenever Preston didn't have her running errands she had nothing better to do than explore the grounds. She felt kinda like a glorified hall monitor. That carried a katana. Speaking of her trusty companion, Preston presented her with a strap for it. This way, she could sling over her shoulder so it didn't look like she was going around looking to cut people. Still, the sheer length of the weapon nearly made it touch the ground when carrying it like this. If anything, it might end up making her stand out even more. She hadn't found a place to stay yet, so she wasn't going to leave her pride and joy sitting in a hotel room. Besides, carrying it around made her feel like an authority figure, something she was not use to. The self-styled Samurai's purpose in being here was twofold: To act as Preston's aide, running whatever errands he needed, and to be someone the students could approach without fear. In hindsight, while it makes her feel good to carry her sword around, it defeats the purpose of appearing as a friendly person to speak to. She started to head towards the vending machines, feeling the need to get something to drink. She passed by a blue-haired boy who clearly seemed exhausted. It reminded her of how she would feel after sparring with Master Wakahisa, but she decided to proceed forward. Training had to be intensive here for any combatants, so she assumed that was normal around here. As she passed by him, obviously due to having more energy at the moment, she heard him mutter something. "I'm going to fucking punch Sai in the balls when I'm out of here. . ." Does he know Sai? Suddenly her curiosity was kicking in. She slowed her pace just a fraction, staying ahead of him but still within hearing range. The Samurai was suddenly attempting to be subtle, so subtle that she wandered straight past the vending machines, where Rick had stopped. She turned around, preparing to get something herself, but another girl had started talking to him already. The subject of the boy's exhaustion was at hand, and he was quickly dismissing it as a need for caffeine. This was where she felt the need to chime in. "Caffeine is only a temporary solution. A true fighter knows when it's time to rest." she stated in her usual deep-toned "public" voice. [/style] [style= background: #000000; border: 3px dotted #5d07b3; font-family: georgia; italic; font-size: 8pt; color: #8c77a1; text-align: center; text-indent: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; width: 385px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 20px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;] Table by Ghost from TWP and Yori from OTE[/style]

[Ashley Noriko]

Ashley rolled her eyes and huffed heavily. She glared at him through those dark goggles of hers. She didn't care that he couldn't see her eyes, but as she leaned against the vending machine she heard the women speak. "Caffeine is only a temporary solution. A true fighter knows when it's time to rest." Ashley smiled at this. Just a soft smile, but truly more of a smirk than anything.

“She even she can tell you really need some sleep.” Ashley said leaning forward just a bit so her shoulder was no longer against the cold metal machine. Her raven hair fell to slide with the new pull of gravity on it. “Get some sleep okay, and I'm sure you'll feel better.” Ashley added on. She was slightly curious if the guy had been going to any of his classes. Had he just been going on and on relentlessly?

Ashley pushed herself up off the machine and stood in her normal slouching way. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket, even though her arms were really just hanging in front of her with the length of her hoodie. She slide her eyes over to the woman behind her goggles. Why was she carrying a sword around? Did she think it made her look scarier? Ashley almost scoffed at that thought, but kept it to herself.

[Rick Fader]

Ashley and Iris would notice that Rick's fingertips were still replaced by the clean, white electrodes. Before he had come over for a drink, Rick had been attempting to practice some electric shock attacks, attempting for a stun-reliant approach to combat in order to compensate for his inflexibility. In his tired state, Rick had neglected to switch out, and had failed to notice.

After inserting the dollar bill into the machine, Rick fished out a quarter from his pocket in order to complete the price. As he sifted through the pocket of his track pants, another voice chimed in. A strange pale girl with black hair and a sword on her. She told him that he should indeed get rest. Rick thought about it again for a moment, wondering if it was best to just take a rest and continue when he was in a less tired state. After all, it would probably be better to just rest now instead of passing out in the middle of something and get set back by yet another injury.

"F-fine... lemme just grab a drink, still... still fucking thirsty...", replied Rick, pulling his hand out of his pocket. When he tried to remove the quarter from the palm of his hand, he noticed it was stuck. "The fuck?", muttered Rick, as he attempted to pull off the quarter, which wouldn't budge.

Eventually, when his hand was pointed upward, the quarter came off by itself, and launched upward, hitting the ceiling. The surprised look on Rick's face would tell the other two that it wasn't even known that he could do that. The quarter came crashing down on top of Rick's head.

"Holy shit...", muttered Rick, switching out of his partial and picking up the quarter. He then inserted it into the machine. "I... I've been looking in all the wrong places...", he mused out loud, selecting one of the energy drinks from the machine. "Well, I'm gonna need this to get back to my apartment anyway...", he continued musing.

[Iris Walker]

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[Ashley Noriko]

Ashley leaned away from the man as he seemed to accept how tired he was. Her mind wandered away from this trivial meeting, ending in a blank as she watched down the empty hallway. She could hear somewhere above her the fluorescent lights buzzing like in the horror movies. She could almost envision the sick creatures that would come crawling down the hallway. As a clicking sound reached her ears she looked up at the ceiling where a quarter stuck to the ceiling. That was a strange sight, and no doubt lived in her mind that it was caused by the half asleep weapon.

Her eyes flickered back to him under the black wall between them and the world. He seemed as confused as the her and the other girl. Yet after is fell back to his hand he just began muttering to himself and slipped the quarter into it's new home in the machine. "So you look about as shocked by this as anyone, but do you have any clue what just happened?"

“Something scientific,” Ashley mumbled to herself in a smart ass tone. Personally she didn't care what caused it to fly up to stick on the ceiling. It wasn't much concern to her, and the strange mumblings of the boy was starting to remind her of an oracle. She never much liked the idea of an oracle, relaying messages from the gods. Her cold eyes traveled away from the boy again, and her mind to bed that was waiting for her.