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Dec. 22nd, 2018 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unfortunatescholarAh, a beautiful day in Tokyo! Not a single cloud in the sky, cicadas chirping along happily to the songs sang by bluebirds.
Too bad it doesn't matter because Haruhi Fujioka stands alone in Music Room #3, gleefully sweeping to the sound of Absolute Silence, because her senpais left her alone! Finally! She may even bounce a little in her steps, but nobody has evidence that would stand in a court of law and that's all that matters.
Haruhi stops in her Fresh Dance Sweep Routine when she hears the door crack open just so, and takes the few seconds to straighten her own uniform out.
"Hello." She greets the stranger just hidden by the door, "the Host Club hasn't opened yet, but you're free to relax until your Host comes back."
Too bad it doesn't matter because Haruhi Fujioka stands alone in Music Room #3, gleefully sweeping to the sound of Absolute Silence, because her senpais left her alone! Finally! She may even bounce a little in her steps, but nobody has evidence that would stand in a court of law and that's all that matters.
Haruhi stops in her Fresh Dance Sweep Routine when she hears the door crack open just so, and takes the few seconds to straighten her own uniform out.
"Hello." She greets the stranger just hidden by the door, "the Host Club hasn't opened yet, but you're free to relax until your Host comes back."
Oh god how did we get here Soma's not good with navigation
Date: 2018-12-23 04:48 pm (UTC)Their words are mostly white noise to Soma's confusion, but one thing Haruhi says sticks out in his mind, sends him reeling back in even deeper confusion.]
"Excuse me? Host... Club?" [Soma tilts his head, squints.] "What?"
RIP @ Soma
Date: 2018-12-23 05:17 pm (UTC)"Otaku," she mutters under her breath, before. At least Renge had the decency to wear the school uniform before being obnoxious.
Still, the guy looks confused, so Haruhi answers him. "The Ouran High School Host Club, where the school's popular gentlemen offer the school's popular princesses their time." And praise, and compliments, and really expensive tea.
"Uh," she pauses, thinking on how best to express herself to this stranger, "the anime convention was like, three streets down, I think. You went to the wrong building."
Hey fucker I made up lore so buckle up
Date: 2018-12-23 07:54 pm (UTC)But, oh well. Getting offended about being called out for fashion choices won't help matters at all, especially when Soma knows that this person would get even more weirded out by the shit Arikado wears when he's out of the disguise, or Julius' everything else. So he lets it slide, clears his throat, lets go of his coat.]
"No no, I think I got the right one, but..."
[Actually, how does one describe what Soma's doing now? How do you bring up 'oh hey so I was chasing down a supernatural being and it led me into this building' to a high schooler? And Soma, you are nineteen. You have no business in a high school. What to do, what to do, what to--]
"I. Got lost."
[Oh, man. That sounds stupid as hell, but... that'll have to do, he guesses.]
I'm so excited holy Shit
Date: 2018-12-23 08:49 pm (UTC)Haruhi stares blankly at the guy, blinks slowly, and then leans the broom against the wall. Shrugging lightly, she disregards his - everything. If she hadn't gotten lost looking for a quiet place to study on her own, she wouldn't even be in the Host Club. It's absolutely understandable that the guy is lost in a school as huge as Ouran Academy.
"Well, as far as I know Music Room #3 doesn't host (hah) anything other than the Host Club, but I mean - were you looking to apply to be a Host? I dunno if the club is accepting any new members, but I can ask Kyoya-senpai when he comes back." At the very least, Haruhi doesn't think there is a Gothic Victorian type host, and there has to be someone who would pay top dollar for that kind of photoshoot. Kyoya is just shrewd enough where he'd see the potential.
Haruhi stops in her train of thought, narrows her eyes for a second, and then widens them again quickly, snapping as she comes to a realization. "Oh! Or are you looking to be hosted? I mean, I don't know the policy on hosting guys, but I don't think anyone would care much."
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Date: 2018-12-23 09:05 pm (UTC)"Er, no. I'm not exactly looking for, uh." [Lord, this is. Bad. His darkness is swirling though, definitely detecting something off about the room. His target must be here, then.] "Can I just have a look around the room?"
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Date: 2018-12-23 09:15 pm (UTC)"Don't uh, don't break anything, though. Take it from me, breaking things in here isn't necessarily a good idea." It'll land you several thousand yen in debt, she continues mentally, grimacing from the experience.
"Oh, uh, I'm Haruhi Fujioka, by the way. First year."
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Date: 2018-12-23 09:46 pm (UTC)[Real quick being as soon as you find what you're looking for, boyo. And then how are you gonna deal with a high schooler seeing you deal with that, huh?]
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Date: 2018-12-24 05:21 am (UTC)She won't deny, though, it's just a little bit harder to concentrate with the stranger in the room. Haruhi keeps her phone by her, Kyoya on speed-dial, should the police need to get involved, but so far Soma just... wanders, and it's a little unnerving, but it doesn't feel sinister, like she's always been cautious about.
Haruhi shrugs. Maybe he's just a potential transfer student.
WHAT'S THE FUCKENING UPPER I'M BACK
Date: 2018-12-26 04:23 am (UTC)Soma lets his own darkness resonating with that of his target lead him along. He kind of hopes that the monster will flee again, even if it results in another chase, because Haruhi's prying eyes will be a problem if he has to--well, if he has to do Something he will regret doing in front of a civilian. Somewhere at the back of his head, he hears Arikado's voice yelling at him, asking when the hell he will learn that his actions have consequences.
Except Arikado never said 'hell,' actually. He's much too proper for that, but.
Anyway.
Walking around has Soma approach a vase with a particularly odd feeling aura about it. He hums, circling it. It looks old. It looks expensive. It reeks with darkness.
He stops. Well, fuck. Now... how to go about this?]
local japanese student does not understand monster hunters
Date: 2018-12-27 11:52 pm (UTC)It is rather pretty as an art form, Haruhi supposes, but she has kept at least five feet of distance between herself and the podium it's displayed on for the past two weeks it's been up. She's (thankfully) worked through about 3 million yen on her 8 million yen debt, but there is still a paranoia lingering.
Maybe she should warn Soma?
"Hey, be careful around that-" Haruhi starts, standing, before being interrupted by the vase shaking rapidly, quaking so hard it knocks over the podium, cracking the stone.
The vase is... It's hovering. What.
Hammers CV canon until I get This
Date: 2018-12-29 12:56 am (UTC)Well, looks like a Mimic. A young one, at least, so it seems like Soma won't need any extra measures to get rid of it, such as destruction via weapon use. Just picking it up and bringing it back over to Arikado should suffice. Except the goddamn thing has other plans for its own survival when it starts running in circles around Soma. Fast.
He growls under his breath, trying to catch it every time it comes close, yet continuously failing.] "God damn it, stand still, you!"
[Boy oh boy, does Soma fucking hate Mimics.]
isn’t [hammers cv lore] the general mood tho
Date: 2018-12-29 05:25 am (UTC)As fun as watching Soma chase around the (vase-ness monster? Vase eater? Vasecabra - ) Thing is, as soon as Haruhi’s body snaps out of it’s shock, she grasps the broom nearby and marches up to the Thing, winds her arms up, and smacks it as hard as she can, as though she were a hockey play of international renown.
The Thing hits the wall hard and disappears into a cloud of dust. Haruhi lets out a breath and eyes Soma.
“So, coffee, and you can explain exactly what the hell that was!”
OK YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT
Date: 2018-12-29 06:50 am (UTC)Oh.
Haruhi comes back with a broom and yeets the Mimic against the wall, hard. It dissapears into dust. Soma stares at it for a second and then wheezes out a laugh that sounds more like a dying breath. Ha, fuck. Yoko won't let him hear the end of this if she finds out.
He blinks when Haruhi regards him next. Then, shakily, he points at the dust, a nervous grin on his face.] "S-Sure. But, uh, I'm. Gonna need that dust, actually." [Beat.] "Can we put it in, uh... a bag, or something?"
IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY
Date: 2019-01-03 02:43 am (UTC)Haruhi sweeps up the dust and shoves what ends up in the dustpan in a plastic bag, passing it to Soma and directing him to the couch before walking to the kitchenette in the back of the club room to brew some instant coffee. There isn't much noise aside from the gas stove as the water boils, so she stands there, thinking silently, trying to absorb what exactly just fucking happened. There was the vase, and then it grew legs, and Soma definitely had a Looney Toons-esque chase sequence with it, and then it poofed into dust, no this really isn't any easier to absorb in hindsight, what the Fuck.
The kettle whines, so Haruhi pours the water into the mugs bottomed out with instant coffee and walks back to the couch. She's dissociating, she's sure that's plain on her face, but Soma seems to be relaxed, sitting on the couch like this vase monster is a normal occurance.
"So." Haruhi begins, but it hits her that maybe she doesn't know where to begin. "What the hell was that."
IT'S FINE
Date: 2019-01-04 05:02 am (UTC)So, the last option is Yoko. Well, at least she'd probably be more understanding than anyone else. Okay. Soma types up his plea for her, adding a note about her please, please not telling Arikado or Julius, sends it, and waits.
In that time, a kettle whines in the distance, and soon enough after that Haruhi comes back carrying mugs of coffee. Soma smiles and mutters a small thank you as he takes one. It's hot, so he lets it rest for now, instead choosing to focus on Haruhi as she demands to know just what the hell that was.
He shrugs, mug in his hands and bag of Mimic dust resting against his thigh.] "Er, well... I'm not. Sure how to start explaining that." [A pause, in which he frowns, looks down at the mug.] "Or if I should. It's bad enough that you saw that thing in the first place, really. But you're taking it surprisingly well, you know."
[No, she's not. She is dissociating, and he can tell, but. Maybe at least being complimented will comfort her? Who knows.]
shes trying so hard to understand
Date: 2019-01-05 04:22 am (UTC)She takes a look at the broom she used to kill the monster vase. "I'm guessing that brooms aren't the preferred method to uh, get rid of those... things? They're monsters, right? Why was it here?" The questions flood from her mouth before she can stop herself, "is the club room dangerous? Should I call a priest?"
Haruhi takes another sip of coffee. She's not really scared perse, but she definitely feels on-edge and cautious, as though the table she's sitting next too could grow a mouth and move its stubby wooden legs.
She'll be fine if Hammer could do it so can she
Date: 2019-01-08 03:20 pm (UTC)"No, no, hey, listen. Uh, no, usually I get rid of these with other methods, but--no, the club's not haunted." [He offers her a chuckle and a tiny smile, trying to go for reassuring and hoping it doesn't look as nervous as he feels.] "Trust me, if it was, or if that thing had been an actual danger, I would've evacuated you before anything else."
[The problem is he hadn't been counting on it actually springing to life when he approached it. He was kind of expecting it to remain still enough for him to shatter it, then shove the debt off to Arikado. He would've been fine, Soma knows. Arikado somehow just has funds up the ass. And desperate times call for desperate measures, man!]
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Date: 2019-01-15 02:13 am (UTC)Not the point, Haruhi. She shakes her head and gets back to the conversation at hand.
"So, uh, you deal with these things sorta often, hm?" She asks tentatively. "Are you... okay? Like, I know you're uh, trained," she says, before muttering "or at least, I hope so," under her breath.
"I'm assuming, also, that I wasn't supposed to... see that. Am I right?" Haruhi drinks a little more of her coffee, swishing it around in it's mug a little and leaning back into the chair she's sitting on. "I can't imagine most of Japan knows about this and uh... takes it well?"
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Date: 2019-01-19 06:52 pm (UTC)[I mean, Hammer isn't the best example to make when he's, like, in his thirties, and in the fucking military, but. Soma takes a sip of coffee. He thinks of Mina, instead. Yeah, that's more like it. And it's fine, right? Surely there's no problem if at least one person knows? What's the worst that can happen?
Well, whatever. That can wait until later, so he decides to answer her other question first. It's nice, that she's worried about him, but it's also kinda funny given he's--well.] "Don't worry about me, Haruhi. I'm fine. I deal with this stuff a lot." [A lot being since like, last year, but. She doesn't have to know that.] "The general public doesn't really know this stuff goes down but, uh, I guess all I can offer to you is that it's more under control than you'd think."
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Date: 2019-01-21 10:12 pm (UTC)"It's cool to think there is an underground group of monster hunters. It reminds me of some books I've read," she observes, tapping her chin with her finger. "So, are the myths real? As in, do vampires exist? Werewolves?"
Haruhi takes a moment to look at her coffee again, before glancing at Soma with a grin, "you don't suck up ghosts with a special vacuum, right?"
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Date: 2019-01-22 04:31 pm (UTC)[He tries to take a sip of coffee and ends up making a face at Haruhi when she asks about the vacuums, scoffing and setting a hand on his chest in mock offense.] "Excuse me! We are not the ghost hunters, thank you very much."
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Date: 2019-02-02 10:20 pm (UTC)Which brings her to... the broken vase. A mumbled "damn rich people," escapes her as she imagines the several thousand yen she owes to the Host Club being added to. Haruhi takes a sip of her coffee as she gives Soma a deadpan stare.
"Do monsters always pick the most inconvenient places to show up?"