Fandom Jujutsu Kaisen: For Which Death Has Died

[Elenion Aura]

“Let’s just get this ice breaker shit over with,” Mikey bristled, shoving his hands deeper into his sweatshirt pockets as a gust of sea air tap danced across his back, and pointedly ignored the large man’s question about his relationship to either Norie or Leo. Mikey was a world-class ignorer and practitioner of the silent treatment. Any time he was presented with a question he’d rather not answer, or a person he’d rather not speak to, he’d give it to ‘em good. Mikey had it all down to a science. The stance. The glower. It worked every time. Most of the time.

Mikey trudged after Paul, not bothering to stop and take in the sights of the island. He wasn’t looking forward to all the time he was allotted to be spending here, away from civilized civilization and surrounded by god-knows-what for the foreseeable future. Not to mention the stupid trees, stupid rocks, and stupid castle in the distance… Actually, the castle wasn’t half-bad. The only other problem, the thing that just wouldn’t leave his brain, was..—

"Here, Sir!”

Mikey had still been trying to figure out if they’d just hopped off a boat that had, in fact, been sailing the ocean blue when a ’girl’ emerged from the vessel behind them and ‘bounced’ over to greet them. Had she been in there the whole time? Had she been hiding out somewhere below deck throughout the whole voyage, or had Mikey just not been paying attention? Concluding that it didn’t matter now either way, Mikey took a beat to look her up she down. Her haul put Mikey’s singular backpack—slung cavalierly over one shoulder—to shame. He was struck suddenly by the notion that he should’ve packed more shit. Only to be reminded of the silly fact that he didn’t own much more than what he’d stuffed into his old, dusty nap sack before being whisked away to this island paradise.

His next thought was this: damn, bitch, slow down. He regretted it almost instantly, but in his defense, she was suspiciously chipper for someone who’d arguably just spent hours cooped up below deck, on a boat, alone. Who the hell is Renee? Was next up to bat. Mikey reasoned she was probably someone already on the island. They were all supposed to be coming from the sister schools, right? He knew Norie, and Leo, from their time in Bucharest. Figures that other kids would already have other attachments to folk from their home schools. The last thing on his mind was the hand she’d extended, one that was clearly waiting to be taken.

He looked up from it, to her, then back to it, and said, “W’sup?” He did not, however, offer her his hand in return. Shizu, huh..? Mikey thought it was a weird name, but he might just be a hair judgmental.

“I’m Mikey. This is Norie. Yeah, we’re from Bucharest. You?” He knew there were sister schools in London and Paris, and if he had to guess, he’d peg Shizu as a Paris kinda gal… But that would have to wait, seeing as how she had pointed out Norie’s dye job in a feasibly complimentary manner. Still, Mikey couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and shoot his fellow Bucharest Boy (Girl) a sidelong glance. He was curious to see how she’d react.

Norie wasn’t known to play well with others.

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The One Eyed Bandit Beann Sei Shonagon

 

[Beann]

Norie offered the old man a look of disgust — once he turned his back to her. He had gotten her all excited about breakfast but now he was taking his sweet ass time to retrieve someone else from the ferry. Whoever was holding up the group, more specifically her, from acquiring food had already left a sour taste in her mouth and she had yet to meet them. She let out a long, exaggerated sigh as she watched the old man board the vessel, her stomach growling in agreement that this was a huge waste of her time waiting around. At least the old man didn’t take as long as it takes for Mikey to style his fucking hair as he eventually made it back to the two of them, taking the lead.

Shoving her hands in her pockets, she let her shoulders slouch forward a bit. It was a habit of hers —- to mimic whatever pathetic body language Mikey was currently giving. An unfortunate result from hanging around him for so long. Norie raised her eyebrow at the old man’s question regarding their relationship. She turned her head slightly to look at Mikey, her lips curving into her signature shit-eating grin. “Yeah, Mikey’s my little brother. Don’t bother getting your glasses old man, we don’t look nothin’ alike because I acquired all the good looks.”

“Leo, huh?” She questioned in almost a snicker. “Yeah, we’re very close pals. So close that I know he can’t last for more than two minutes.” Whether the old man knew what she was referring to was not her problem but she knew it would disgust Mikey as well so it was all a win-win in her book.

The attention quickly shifted over to the student that the old man had to fetch from the ferry. The person who held up the group from getting breakfast. Norie copied Mikey’s scowl as she also looked Shizuka up and down. Way too energetic, like a chihuahua. She was already expected to deal with Leonardo’s antics, now she’s gotta play nice with others? Her eyes squinted at the hand that Shizuka extended outwards to them, her shoulders pulling back slightly as if she was offended by the simple gesture.

She could have at least saved the pleasantries for after breakfast. Norie was already irritated as is and the compliment she received didn’t do much to quell her emotions. She met Mikey’s glance, her chin turning up slightly as she gave her best friend a readable look:

‘I’m either gonna kill myself or her.’

Looking back to Shizuka, Norie let out another pained sigh. “Shitzu, yeah? It’s pretty easy getting your hair to this color. You just have to know what you’re actually doing. Maybe our pal Leo can help you with that — I heard he finally learned how to read instructions on the back of a bottle.”

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The One Eyed Bandit Elenion Aura Sei Shonagon

 

[Nobody Special]

Leonardo Aquila
Location: BIUCA, Mess Hall
Interacting: Aranea ( simj26 )
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Leo quietly listened to the young maid’s responses to his rapid-fire onslaught of questions with his head resting in his palm and a grape in his mouth, hidden behind a wide, counterfeit smirk. Aranea was a cute girl, that was a fact, but her personality… it could surely use a bit more spezia. She wasn’t in whatever maid’s quarters she’d resided in during her life before enrolling into school, and though he was technically still the head of a fairly wealthy organization, Leo– being the commoner he was– couldn’t appreciate the luxurious manner in which he had been addressed.

He finished his grape with a quiet, subtle swallow, and opened his mouth to respond to his seatmate. “Tests can be fun, mia cara. You’ve simply just been taking the wrong ones.” He leaned in slightly, hoping to finally catch her full attention by shifting the focus from her food to his eyes. “And, please, drop the ‘Master’ when you address me. I’d like to consider us to be equals, and I don’t wish to be treated–how you say– untruthfully just because of your background.”

For a moment, his mischievous smile turned genuine– reassuring, even. “Your family is not here to ridicule you, love. Just ‘Leonardo’ or ‘Leo’ is fine.” Now holding a bunch stem that was void of any grapes, Leo reached for his first piece of toast. “But, anyway. Back to tests!”

He took a bite of his breakfast, enjoying the sweet taste of the jam combined with the slight salty taste coming from the toast.. “Me asking you to marry me was like a test. You said no, so I failed– horribly so. But, I still had fun asking!” Another bite. “Try to have a little more fun, amore. We’re still young, after all! If you spend some more time with me, that frown will be upside down in no time.”

Suddenly, Leo raised his elbow to his nose, and briefly turned his back to Aranea to sneeze, twice. “Mio Dio!” He chuckled, his eyes drifting away from the girl before him and towards the entrance to the mess hall. “Somebody must be talking about me.”

He eyed his second slice of preserve-coated bread. He wasn’t hungry anymore. Without asking, he pushed his plate over towards Aranea, who was finishing up her meal. “Try a taste of Italy. It’ll refresh your palate, especially after that… breakfast you had.”
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[The One Eyed Bandit]

Hushed Trail
AtlannianSpy​

The dourpuss felt chatty. Imagine that!

Adina had never been what one might call close with Renee but she, frankly, had thought she'd had her figured out regardless. A quiet little wallflower who was only there because she had nowhere else to go. It sounded a bit harsh, so she'd obviously never said it out loud, but she didn't think it was unfair. This was the first time she'd heard her say more than a sentence at once! She swore!

Probably.

She nodded along with Renee's summary of her mission, and her soap opera too, patiently following along with each of the smaller girl's words, while simultaneously getting used to hearing so much of her voice at the same time. It was cute, she reckoned, in that squirrelly nerd sort of way. Despite her guise of comprehension, however, Renee had lost her not long after she'd stopped talking about her missions. Curses she could understand. But daytime television? Yeesh.

"Well it sounds like you've been reaping a much better use of your time than the rest of us. Yesterday was, and I really mean this, dreadful. I had to throw out a whole outfit!" Adina put on an exaggerated look of dismay. "They had us endure what one might call a hazing. A hazing! I thought that was what sororities and frats did, not the actual school!" She huffed lightly, and then shrugged. In sync with her shoulders, her expression relaxed.

"C'est la vie, I suppose. At least we know that none of us who made it through the little ordeal are weak." She considered her words for a moment. "Ah." And then caught them by their tail end. "Not that I'm doubting you, Renee! It's just these kids from the other schools. No way to know what we're in for!"

The air stewed for a moment. The grass grew. Adina coughed.

"...Speaking of! You were on the ferry with them, weren't you? Do you fancy about our cousins from... Whichever of the two they're from?"

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Renee De Cortagne
"Oh dear," said Renee , not precisely registering how much of Adina's distress was fabricated for the sake of theatre. "Well you do seem to have quite a lot of them so maybe things will work out in the long run? In the meantime I brought plenty of extra flannel shirts and hiking boots if you need to borrow anything to wear?" Renee herself had lost a number of outfits to her surprise survival exercises or training sessions her Father had sprung on her to keep her on her toes. Eventually Renee had given up entirely and just started wearing rugged, easily replaceable outdoor wear more or less everywhere. This had not made it any easier for the already shy girl to make friends with other girls her age, who tended to treat her fashion sense as a sort of virus that might infect them if they spent too much time around her.

"As for for the other students-" Renee said quickly, relieved when Adina took away the responsibility of bridging the slightly awkward silence between them. "I didn't um, scope them out or anything like that," Renee looked suddenly guilty. "Is that I was supposed to be doing? I didn't realize, also they were kinda scary...." Renee trailed off before brightening slightly. "Oh I did hear them talking to each other though, they didn't sound British at all so I think they're probably from the Bucharest branch no? They talked to each other a lot actually now that I think about about, they seemed kind of close,"

Renee put her hands over her mouth quickly. "Oooooh maybe they're an item?" Suddenly she shook her head. "Okay all those soap operas might have affected me more than I realized,"

The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Wxnter]

» Nyx Starforge

『 LOCATION 』 Student Village

Moonlight seeped through the sheer curtains of her window. The heiress was awoken by a gush of cold air that entered through the cracks in the walls and roof. She shivered and pulled the thin blanket over her body as she tried to return to slumber, but a myriad of thoughts entered her mind, overwhelming her consciousness and keeping her awake.

‘This won’t do.’ Whipping the blanket away, Nyx sat up and swung her legs over the bed. She stood, and her feet touched the cool, hardwood floor. She yawned and stretched her arms before walking over to the window and peering out into the darkness. Her eyes flitted from the fog, from the shadowy outlines of the trees to the single lamp post that stood infront of the wooden porch. Suddenly, an idea came to mind.

Nyx walked over to her closet and slipped off her satin nightdress, changing into warmer traditional garments. After tying the sash around her waist, the heiress grabbed her sword and left through the front door, remaining as silent as she could as she exited the bungalow and closed the door behind her. Cold air caressed her face, and she welcomed it with a small smile. The quiet moments before dawn always brought her peace.

As she inhaled the chilly night air and looked up at the starlit sky, a wave of sadness suddenly washed over her. Her mind drifted to thoughts of Ira and the time they had spent together in Paris. The mornings they’d spent training, the afternoons in their favorite café, the evenings he’d walk her home and how she would purposely take smaller steps. She was going to miss all of it.

Nyx frowned upon realizing that they won’t be embarking on this journey together – not anymore. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she dropped her gaze to the ground and ran her fingers through her dark hair. Nyx still struggled to wrap her head around the fact that Ira, her best friend, had been sent home. Ira was naturally gifted as a sorcerer. She could attest to it, having trained with him for so long, so news of hin going home was not only shocking but downright unbelievable. With the strength and intelligence he possessed, the initiation would have been a breeze. So why...?

Feeling defeated, she sat down on the front porch steps. ‘No matter. I can’t change anything.’ She thought, shaking her head. Pondering only led to more questions than answers. There was only one thing left for her to do: Accept things and move forward. She only wished she had been given the chance to speak with him before he'd left the island — at the very least to wish him a safe journey back home.

'If only...'

Finally, dawn arrived. The first rays of morning light began to show on the horizon, pulling the heiress away from her somber thoughts. As she looked up in admiration, she felt her worries begin to take a backseat. Her face lit aglow with the orange rays of sunrise, the warm light reflecting in her emerald eyes. She smiled softly as if some of her heavy feelings had been lifted off her chest. Nature, indeed, was healing.

Though sadness still lingered in her heart, the sunrise reminded her of hope and new beginnings. Today, her life at the island officially begins. She would live it to the fullest until she could meet him again.

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