Watashi-wa Kawaii Desu Ka? A Weeb RP [IC, Anime, Open]

by **Khasinkonia** » Sat Mar 09, 2019 11:59 pm

Dorm(Oshiro Momoka)

Momoka laughed a restrained yet haughty laugh as she watched Marisu. She stood back up straight, with a flawless posture to boot.

“I’d like to thank you for my morning’s entertainment,” she smirked, “Watching an insect proclaim godhood is a nice taste of irony. Why, it’s like watching a gaijin show off their heritage! With your diminutive stature, you proclaiming even a pale reflection of divinity is like when I saw a whalish gaijin wearing a stars-and-stripes bikini attempt to gracefully dive into a pool. Failure. Watching inferiors fail is such a quaint pastime, isn’t it? Anyways, thank you very much for the little laugh.”

She then used her foot to nudge Marisu’s feet out of the way, and then walked past.

“But I have more important things than you, so I’ll leave you to your halfblood friend,” she purred, walking off to her room.

Plaza(Yuman Baihesha)

With the main drama recorded, Baihesha moved from her comfortably discreet position and went out into a less human-occupied area of the campus, amongst a few shady trees. She pulled out what seemed like a small clamshell mirror, which suddenly brought up a hologram. As she was still relatively out in the open, the video function was wisely turned off.

“Mà vái ǒon hēt mākddǎuk. Kōlon xùnkēt dónlon kò ēn kō lâ mà hěe āivǎa kàe āivǎamói càp,” she said in her tonal native tongue to a voice which “Hēt-hēt!” The subtitles indicated she was saying I’ve collected some good footage. Look through it and then tell me what the board says...Got it!.

She clamped the communicator shut and left the trees as inconspicuously as she entered them, being that her dialogue was often in the background of other characters, as subtitles were the only things that indicated what she was saying to the viewer.

by **Kyoki Chudoku** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 12:42 am

Dormitory Corridor - Marisu Akuchi

Marisu did her best to try grab the annoyance’s legs on her way off, but unable to move her legs- and having somehow been pushed into an even more compriomising position- she was unable to move into the right position. She wanted to make a retort, but found herself unable to. The situation was too desperate. And so, instead, she made a half-whispered comment out of earshot of her latest enemy., taking note of how ridiculously oversized those assets were. Had she injected herself with a growth hormone or something? How did she even stand up without falling over!?

“You judge me by my stature...idiotic mutant...in time, it shall be you fallen upon the floor, begging me for mercy. You haven’t seen the last of me...” Marisu signed. What was the woman’s deal with foreigners, anyway? Halfblood? Using a gaijin for that obnoxiously long and convoluted insult? Was she some kind of purist? Marisu didn’t much care about such things. Foreign media had insoiddd many of her schemes, after all, and all nationality would become irrelevant upon her ascension to supreme ruler of all. She made a mental note to use this against the girl.

Of course, she still needed aid against her enemies. And since this perilous joinery towards Kiyoshi’s sister was proven to be an embarrassing nightmare, she wanted an alternative. What about that maid girl? If a maid was able to access the rooms of others...yes. The opportunities for revenge were abundant. And she’d even called her sama. True, it was no kami, and she probably said that to everyone, but at least she knew her place before Marisu’s divinity. I’ll have to seek her out...she’s the only person I’ve met all day that hasn’t tried to desecrate, humiliate or assault me...

by **Jebslund** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 4:29 am

Kyoki Chudoku wrote:Marisu continued in her way. Despite having a very frustrating morning, she was starting to calm down just a little. Maybe she needed to be more methodical about it. Besides, her throat was starting to get sore from all the shouting she’d done today. As long as she made it to her destination without some other crazy incident occurring-

Now somebody was yelling at her. Ugh. Marisu turned around to deal with whatever upstart was attempting to interrupt her mission. However, as she stepped forward, she managed to trip over from the awkward turn-around, and at that moment, she found her feet unable to move. She’d somehow managed to land in a mildly compromising position, and though she tried to get her legs to move so she could stand up, she was trapped. What was this? Why couldn’t she move!? What sorcery was this!?

Marisu wanted to be angry. But instead, she was fascinated. She was trapped, humiliated, and yet...she focused on the power of this...magic? “You know not the agony of my existence upon this day, shrouded sorceress...this indignity means nothing to me now. I acknowledge your power. You may yet prove you died useful in my quest against this rotten reality. But for the moment, I urge you to release me. I, the Goddess-To-Be, have affairs of great importance to attend to. May I overcome the cruelty of this world...”

Khasinkonia wrote:Dorm(Oshiro Momoka)

Elsewhere, there was a girl on a mission. Holding a large bag that was evidently something she was quite eager to get to her room, Momoka smirked and stopped her path as she saw the yakuza and kamidere, with the latter on the ground
“Well...looky here...” she purred mockingly her crisp Kyoto dialect, stepping back and squatting slightly so she could properly look down and see the kamidere, “Is the gravity not working so well in your fantasy world, young Akuchi-tan? I’d step over you but I don’t think I’d like to get into whatever it is Fusui-san is holding against you. That is, assuming she’s done anything and you’re not just that inept at reality...”

Kyoki Chudoku wrote:Dormitory Corridor - Marisu Akuchi

Marisu couldn’t help but sigh aloud when she heard the next set of footsteps. Was it that unconscious girl, here for retribution? No, she wouldn’t know Marisu had done anything to begin with...instead, it was somebody else. Marisu’s ability to recognise people was limited by her worldview, and she wasn’t in a good position to get a better look. Whoever it was...had decided to go and mock Marisu. Alone, this incident was not much. Combined with the rest of this torturous morning, however, it was too much for her to take.

“Delight in my suffering at the hands of the sorceress all you wish, future servant. The universe had made its vendetta against me apparent, and it shall face my wrath soon enough. Do not join it in its journey to oblivion.” Her words carried the usual obnoxious attitude of a kamidere, but her voice maintained the same thoroughly resigned tone and low volume the entire time. It was no grand proclamation. Mentally of course, Marisu was making a note.

This day has gone terribly. That’s it, I’m switching to being a mad scientist as soon as this is over...

Tenshi, hallway
For the most part, Tenshi simply watched as the other Japanese girl did the mockery for her, smirking at the "inept at reality" bit. But silence wasn't going to suit her forever. "You know, you might be more convincing in your pleas for freedom if you were to drop the god complex and show some humility for once in your life.", she remarked, "You can start by apologising for the fuss you've kicked up.", she continued, debating the merits of unleashing one of her more offensive spells on the woman.

Until the woman who had been entertaining in her mockery went on the one rant she probably shouldn't have.

"Release the false goddess from her imprisonment.", Tenshi snapped, "The clothes of the racist are fragile things. Such fragility cannot withstand the Fusui gaze. Shear.", she added quickly, gazing at Momoka. It was one of her favorite spells, given that it was essentially a magical multitool. Locked door? Break the bolt. Target driving off? Break the car in half. Or break a nearby tree and watch it fall on the car. Guy refusing to pay his debt? Break his legs. Someone managed to tie her up? Break the bonds. Some stuck-up purist bitch refer to her as if being half-Japanese made her less? Break her clothes. Just the outer ones, for now. No need to strip her naked, given ~~network guidelines wouldn't allow it~~ it wasn't necessary.

"Let me make one thing clear, purist whore.", Tenshi snarled, not caring that the dorm mistress was present, "Keep up the racist crap, and you'll find yourself in all kinds of hell.", she continued, "Don't bother responding unless you want to lose the ability to speak.", she continued, murder in her eyes before noticing the time. Physics. One of the classes in her minor. Seems the purist was saved by the bell. "Seems I must be off to class. Lucky you.", she said as she turned to head to class.

Jo-chan, on the field of battle in the parking lot
Well then. The other pillar of the campus muscle community wanted a fight, did she? "You saying I look like a man?", Jo-chan growled, squaring up and striking an aggressively muscular pose, "Square up. Those are fighting words.", she continued, flexing in a very aggressive manner as she slowly strode toward Ren, ready and willing to throw down. It didn't matter that the original target of her fury was getting away. It didn't matter that some boy hand helped. No. Someone had had the temerity to call her womanly muscle, womanly makeup (on point, as usual), and her womanly bosom "manly". That would *not* go unanswered. Jo-chan picked up a car and threw it at Ren, determined to strike the first blow.

Zjaum wrote:Kiyoshi has very little time to collect his thoughts when the dorm mistress shuffles him out of the room. It's just about time, though, as his classes are about to start. First on his list is Physics.

Miku, Dorm, having entirely forgotten about breakfast
As the dorm mistress shuffled Kiyoshi out of the room, an alarm on Miku's phone, conveniently a recording of her saying, "Go to Physics", went off. "What? Physics? I thought I only had that on Thursdays...", she muttered as she sat down the plate and went to get her things, yawning as she traveled a route she'd somehow managed to work into her long-term memory, grabbing her things per the note affixed to the inside of her room's door.

The journey to physics was long and arduous, even with time stopping along the way (the cause of the arduous part), given Miku had to rest her power several times and keep walking. By the time she got to her class, Miku's head was pounding, and it was by willpower alone that she remained awake long enough to get sat down and get her voice recorder started before promptly faceplanting on the desk and sleeping, her only saving grace being that she didn't snore loudly enough to prevent her notes from being useful.

Otome, Physics
Contrary to Sleepy Beauty over there, Otome was wide awake and ready to learn, her notebook in front of her and her attitude that of a woman who knew her worth and that worth was more than any boy could hope to attain. She had to keep up appearances, after all, especially since she shared this class with her beloved Kiyoshi. The man who filled her daydreams with happiness and her stomach with the butterflies she worked so hard to conceal. The very thought of him threatened to break the facade of her "too good for you" attitude.

Cyrene, Physics
Also awake and well-prepared was Cyrene, despite being in pain from healing a broken arm of a classmate. And a broken leg of another student not in any of her classes. And a concussion. And a broken finger. And a papercut. In short, abusing the heck out of her healing ability, meaning she was in what would be an ungodly amount of pain to most others. In her case, it hurt like the dickens, almost enough to harm her focus, but not unbearable. It showed on her face, but that was the cross she bore for the ability to heal others so well.

by **Kyoki Chudoku** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 4:51 am

Dormitory Corridor - Marisu Akuchi

The sorceress’s comment about humility frustrated Marisu, but she was somehow bound in place, and did not wish to incite any further arcane attacks against her. However, it appeared that the purist’s ideals had earned the ire of the sorceress, moreso than Marisu’s proclamations. She found herself, at last able to move- and good thing, too. After all, classes were starting, and people were going to be rushing through the corridors to reach them. It annoyed her that she had been called a false goddess, but that was nothing new. Certainly not compared to magic. Her captor had by now departed, and Marisu stood up. Part of her wanted vengeance against the one who had so mocked her, or the mutant who had insulted her, but...no. Physical strength was not her strong suit, and besides...there were other matters to attend to. Left to herself, Marisu decided to embark on a journey. Physics, while a vague interest of hers in those mad scientist phases where she wanted nothing more than to build an enormous death ray, was not a subject she actively studied. That left her free to pursue other matters for the moment. She needed aid. Whether from Kiyoshi’s sister, if she could find her, or from that maid...come to think of it, she’d been around that area, too.

Marisu stepped through the corridors, passing one of her anti-Kiyoshi propaganda posters, and reflecting. Was that girl right? Was it presumptuous to defy the universe in such a way as proclaiming herself the Goddess-To-Be? No...the universe had started this war, and she would be the victor at its end. That was her pledge to herself. That was her promise. No mercy could be shown. As it had proven today...and that day...the universe was cruel, heartless, and unworthy. She would rectify that upon her ascension. That said, she was still going to be a little less overbearing about the goddess aspect of things. Mad science, that was what she wanted to pursue. Or a sorceress persona? No, if she was dealing with actual magic, that was asking for trouble. And so, Marisu continued her quest to locate assistance in gaining retribution against an ever-expanding array of enemies.

by **Barapam** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 11:23 am

Hitora Erika was convinced that the rumours that their dorm was haunted weren't false at all, and she didn't mind it. She had faced mad scientists before, and defeated them, and even though she hadn't faced any demons so far, the nuns that raised her had trained her for it. So she wasn't worried at all.

Once she had finished her morning prayer, she left her room to make an errand, but she soon forgot what it had been when she saw the posters in the corridor.

"Kiyoshi? Yes, that's that guy... Is he pervert? I wonder if..." Erika thought as she read every note she passed. If Marisu's intention had been to make the other girls loathe Kiyoshi, the notes had the opposite effect on Erika. Maybe it was an unforeseen side-effect from her christian upbringing. Maybe it was her genetic heritage. But whatever the reason was, she found the idea... intriguing. She hadn't really been close to Kiyoshi before, but maybe it was time to get to know him better? Erika tried to keep a neutral face, but still blushed a bit, as she thought of the reason for all these notes. What had that naughty boy been up to? Her brain produced vivid pictures in an attempt to find the answer.

While the one-eyed German girl found herself fantasizing about Kiyoshi, she didn't really look where she was going, and as a result, she bumped into Marisu, with her chest to the megalomaniac moe's face, as she rounded the corner.

"Oh, sorry! Didn't see you down there. Oh, sorry, that wasn't a short-joke, I swear! Sorry. Er... Nice to meet you, I guess..."

by **Khasinkonia** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 12:16 pm

Dorm(Oshiro Momoka)

The spell of destruction revealed something anyone who interacted with Momoka long enough could guess. Underneath her robe she was wearing some gym shorts and a slightly stressed t-shirt with the Imperial Banner standing out bright and proud. She knelt down and gathered the pieces of her kimono that lay around on the ground.

“We’ll have to get this sewn up,” she said to herself as she picked the pieces up off the ground and put them in her bag, “Such a shame a nice silk kimono will have extra seam marks, but you couldn’t have known the yakuza was also a gaijin and some sort of witch. We’ll have to find some way to deal with her or she’ll continue to wreak mayhem...”

Momoka then continued off in the direction opposite to Marisu and the yakuza, back to her dorm to find a place to put the morning’s anomaly.

by **Eggistaan** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 12:59 pm

Yukari awoke from her 30 minute trailer into deep slumber, she checked the time. Damn, late for history, I better get up then.. She got up changed back into her replica SS uniform (how does she not get into trouble I don't know but others are carrying weapons so yeah) and snatched her Sherman themed backpack before she threw herself out of the door without locking it again. The multiple tank associated items jiggled about and the actual model tank took major punishment at the pencils and rulers attacking it. On the way there she rammed into someone who she recognised, Hitler? So the Argentina theory was correct huh, wait one minute, why is Hitler a girl and wearing an eye patch. Weird. . With a hurried ''sorry'' she blitzed through the corridor before arriving at the history room. ''After only six weeks of fighting the French, German troops had entered...''. Now was her queue, the moment she had imagined in her mind had not quite gone as planned, Instead of feeling confident, barging in and shouting the answer, which was Paris, she felt the death stare of about 30 people penetrate like an armour piercing shell through 'her body. Fortunately the professor had the heart to save her from the situation

''That is correct, please tell us your name, I appreciate what seems to be knowledge on the subject.''' She said turning some of the death stares into smiles and eying the uniform while simultaneously lifting some weight off of her shoulders.

''My name is Yukari Akiyama, thank you for the comment'' She tried to hide the blush from they're prying eyes to no avail, she instead dropped her head and didn't say a word for the entire lesson/lecture (Its called a lecture right?) only scribbling some notes as she came across new facts. This barley made two lines.

by **Kyoki Chudoku** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 1:10 pm

Dormitory Corridor - Marisu Akuchi

Marisu was preoccupied with numerous considerations. Kiyoshi still had her notebook, and she needed that back. But there was little chance of him giving it back willingly, and given her lack of strength and the ridiculous scenarios she’d been involved in all day, she didn’t want to take part in such a confrontation. No, she’d need to be more subtle about her, more deceptive. But how? She needed someone capable of accessing areas she could not. If someone could sneak into his room for her-

Her thoughts were cut short by something obstructing her vision. She took a step back and realised it was a girl, and a patronising one at that, making a mockery of her height. What did it matter if she was short!? But she didn’t want to anger anyone after the incident with the sorceress. What if this girl turned out to have similar abilities? No, she needed to be careful. And so, by her standards, her response was quite tame.

“You are forgiven, this once, assuming your words are genuine. I am Marisu Akuchi, the Goddess-To-Be. Who are you?”

At this point, another girl rushed past, ramming into this girl. For some reason, upon closer inspection, Marisu felt as though she recognised the one-eyed girl, not from life, but from some kind of history textbook or movie or something? Why did it feel is though she was supposed to have a really small moustache? Maybe this day is just driving me crazy...

by **Danceria** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 1:47 pm

Jebslund wrote:Jo-chan, on the field of battle in the parking lot
Well then. The other pillar of the campus muscle community wanted a fight, did she? "You saying I look like a man?", Jo-chan growled, squaring up and striking an aggressively muscular pose, "Square up. Those are fighting words.", she continued, flexing in a very aggressive manner as she slowly strode toward Ren, ready and willing to throw down. It didn't matter that the original target of her fury was getting away. It didn't matter that some boy hand helped. No. Someone had had the temerity to call her womanly muscle, womanly makeup (on point, as usual), and her womanly bosom "manly". That would *not* go unanswered. Jo-chan picked up a car and threw it at Ren, determined to strike the first blow.

The car soared straight into the air, much of the early budget apparently devoted to the car seemingly careening towards Ren without any effort to stop it. With a sickening crunch, the car landed on the athletic woman, and in the distance someone called out for a name. Whether that person mistook Ren for someone else, or had a pet name for the car would be unknown, for the next shot pretty much nullified the theme of danger. This was a trashy harem anime, not Game of Thrones.

In spite of being significantly less "buff" than Tekira, Ren Yakumo still had strength hidden under her musculature, and held the car aloft with her two hands, barely. Staggering over to where the car once was, she set it down, exhaling. It's not every day you have to carry a car, even for a semi-professional athlete and trainer! Whoever this muscle-head is, she means business! were the thoughts that were audibly recieved by the audience. Wiping off the sweat and stretching as if it was nothing, Ren loomed at the irate girl. "Look honey, I'm normally happy to throw down on whoever, wherever, especially putting some hot-headed shortstop tries to start something with a gal half your size!" she assumed a stance, and the camera gave her a gracious look at her upper body, excluding the hips and a determined shounen-protag-esque staredown at the audience. "The name's Ren Yakumo. I'm the designated muscle around here, and you're apparently the designated muscle-head!"

by **The Verdantderm Lands** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 5:11 pm

Tensai Josei

Grateful as she was for... Kiyoshi?!?! Josei hadn't seen Ki-chan since before her family had moved into the secret neighborhood! How Wonderful! But again, as grateful as Josei was for being spirited away from a fight against some muscle-bound boy who couldn't accept a kiss in exchange for saving her life, Josei was not in the habit of being carried about like a sack of potatoes. And who dared to threaten him?!?! What?!?!? Now he was carrying her to his classes?!?!

"Ki-ki-ki Ch-ch-chan!" Josei managed to get out as he ran, rattling her rib cage, "P-p-please! St-st-stop a--a-and p-p-put m-m-me d-d-down!!!"

by **Castelia** » Sun Mar 10, 2019 7:18 pm

Kiyoshi Alter, Physics Laboratory

Alter-chan sat in her seat, conveniently next to our MC's, with her face in a massive pout. Not only was her plan for a good blackmail foiled by circumstances clearly out of her control (they weren't), she got yelled at by the dorm mistress who apparently had mistaken her for her male counterpart.

*flashback scene*

Zjaum wrote:The other lady, still on the floor, apparently the owner of the mysterious voice, is now surrounded by women across the ground floor, most notably the mistress.
"Fujita Kiyoshi!" she squawks at the alter on the ground. "That's quite a disturbance you caused for your fellow dorm mates! That will be one strike for you!"
"And you! Fujita Kiyoshi!" she states as she points a finger at the newcomer boy. "You know better than to look at women while they're indecent! That's another strike for you! Remember, Fujita Kiyoshi, three strikes and you're out! You have one more!"

"Hey, who the hell do you think you're talking to? Did you really just lump me together with that weakling man over there? Hmmph, this is why I hate old ladies. Totally blind to my beauty, and stupid enough to mistake me for that trash!" Ranting over and over again, she failed to notice the numerous X's popping up all over the dorm mistresses' head, and so became the victim of her wrath. *censored scene*

*flashback ends*

You'd think that getting a severe beatdown would have dampened anyone's spirits, but not Alter-chan. In fact, she was now even more determined, planning to exact revenge on the dorm mistress for beating her up, Kiyoshi for being, well, Kiyoshi, and the entire dorm because they were at fault for making her yell.

She then continued to plan, mumbling nonsense, with an evil aura surrounding her.

by **Las Palmeras** » Mon Mar 11, 2019 10:14 pm

Dorms- "Tohori Fukuzawa"

Now that the laundry as arranged and delivered to its rightful owners...maybe...Fukuzawa could continue on with her schedule, mopping the corridors. And so, with a broom and bucket in her (un)able hands -and with absolutely no trace of a caution sign- the neurotic maid set to work in unevenly dragging her mop around to and fro, leaving behind a trail of puddles in the corridor, seemingly waiting for any hapless victims to step out of their rooms or to walk by. At that moment she realized something unusual in the setting.

"Sacrebleu...there are flyers on the walls! That means the mistress will make me take them off. I hate extra work. Wait, this is about Fujita. I wonder who made it..."

by **Zjaum** » Mon Mar 11, 2019 10:16 pm

"...They... They used the sakuga moment... on the car."
-Omae Wa Productions

"Cars?... CARS?! CAAAAAAAAAA-
AND IIIIIIIIII- HOLY S---! WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU- I Can't believe you did this to me, how could you do this to me-hee-hee..."
-TronJohn Reacts to Anime

"You know what? Good on them. I expected it to be full of absolutely nothing, and instead we have too much."
-Digichick

"Casually discussing racism. In a harem anime. Shoot me now."
-Father's Attic

{OOC Notice: I'm splitting the story into locations. Attend/Interact as necessary, and please note your location when posting.}

Pavillion
The car explodes, thankfully with no damage to any leads. The pavilion is filled with dust. The music starts to pick up the pace and increase in volume. The two shounen protagonists face off against each other, and, at Ren's insult, we immediately cut to-

Physics Hall
Kiyoshi, upon the quiet plea of his childhood friend, immediately sets her down. Goodness knows that this was far too elementary of a class for a girl of her intellect. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Josei! I completely forgot! I hope you don't mind how far I took you away from your mech." He laughs.

The wizened professor begins drawing on the chalkboard. "Today, class, our subject is escape velocity. It should be a simple exercise of calculus you already know, but it is crucial to understanding orbits and a great number of similar patterns in other parts of physics. Keep in mind that most rockets don't ever reach escape velocity at ground level, but reach a higher altitude, where escape velocity is noticeably smaller. Hint, hint, for the midterm. Oh yeah, forgot about that; we have one next week."

Kiyoshi takes the most diligent notes he can, but he is still too distracted by all the buxom beauties beside him. Like, he doesn't think that many that he just met would have taken this specific course at this specific time. What are the odds that they all came from the same two dorms he just visited? Of course, he can always be wrong. Still, he does need some help if he wants to pass this course. He leans over to the girl next to him. "Say, could you take notes for me? This seems like a really important course, and I want to be doubly sure I get everything."

History Hall
The slideshow projector is filled with anime waifu versions of mid-20th century dictators. The tanks are waifus. The ships are waifus. The countries are anime. Notes in the class are just deviantart-tier doodles, and for some reason everyone merely glosses over the bastardization of WWII. The professor, however, is giving a very thorough WWII diagnosis.

"See, the Germans could not endure another prolonged war. The resources they did have (coal, salt, rare metals) were very useful for an early industrial powerhouse, but the economy of a modern industrial powerhouse required a very different set of tools, most notably oil. France had the ability to draw from external territories and to transport them safely to the mainland. Germany did not. This is also the reason why the Germans went as far south as Stalingrad, and why the Soviet Union ultimately won the war in the east."

Hysteria Dorm (Dorm #1)
(Practically nothing to report; feel free to occupy this new )
Tamiko finishes her light breakfast, leaves Miku to her misery, and enters the lounge to read. While the book is strictly academic, her mind is lost in the clouds. What she was thinking of, no normie could imagine. In the background, the blaze of battle on the pavillion roars strong.

Insanity Dorm (Dorm #2)
The morning's incident had cooled down significantly. From the failed attempt at blackmail to the magical bindings to the Hilterian newcomer, the mistress had already reached her quota of havoc for the whole week. "Now, shoo, shoo! You all have things to do, I'm sure! If not, I have plenty of things for you all to do!" With that statement, she pulls out twenty different cleaning utensils, each with its respective maid's outfit. Most girls run away, ashamed to be looking like that in case the menace named "Kiyoshi" ever comes back.

by **The Verdantderm Lands** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 12:11 am

Tensai Josei

Kiyoshi's Physics Class.

Recovering herself after Ki-chan set her down, Josei happily accepted her childhood friend's apology. Before the class's Professor began his lecture, she hurriedly wrote down her address and mobile phone number onto a note. She put the note into his shirt pocket.

"Kiyoshi," said Josei, "call me, later today. We really must catch up with each other's lives and news. I simply must show you some of the neat scientific projects that I've seen working on!"

The Professor cleared his throat and Josei made her way back to her dorm, getting her mother's birthday card and mailing it. Then putting Rakuna Yūbi, the mecha, through some experiments.

Every system on the mecha was working as planned, so she returned it to it's parking spot, in the lab.

Josei took a brief time out for some refreshments, before going to check on her most secret project....

by **Kyoki Chudoku** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 12:30 am

Dormitory Corridors (Kyoki Dorms)

Upon sight of the dorm mistress, Marisu had performed immediately evasive manoeuvres. She’d suffered enough humiliation today, she was not going to be forced into the role and outfit of a mere servant. Indeed, she raced frantically away, trying to avoid bumping into anyone but taking no other particular caution. She needed to evade her enemy, fast. However, this mad dash for escape resulted in her failing to notice the incredibly wet and slippery floor, and so naturally she slid across the ground, before landing directly into a massive puddle.

Speechless, Marisu forced herself up. Not only had it hurt, but the moisture caused the unusually thin fabric of her outer uniform to become transparent. Trembling with fury, Marisu rose up in a huff- only to fall straight back down onto the ground, this time sliding directly next to a girl in a maid costume. A hapless victim of the mistress’s whims? No, wait...hadn’t the two met before? Marisu carefully stood up, trying and utterly failing to cover the massive amounts of exposed windows left by the wet fabric. Unable to control her anger, she snapped on the girl. “You...this is you fault, isn’t it!? I saw where you were before! You’re in league with the pervert, aren’t you!? This is all his fault! He has cast this disgrace upon me, hasn’t he!? Confess to your sins against the Goddess-To-Be!”

by **Castelia** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 1:16 am

Zjaum wrote:Physics Hall
Kiyoshi, upon the quiet plea of his childhood friend, immediately sets her down. Goodness knows that this was far too elementary of a class for a girl of her intellect. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Josei! I completely forgot! I hope you don't mind how far I took you away from your mech." He laughs.

The wizened professor begins drawing on the chalkboard. "Today, class, our subject is escape velocity. It should be a simple exercise of calculus you already know, but it is crucial to understanding orbits and a great number of similar patterns in other parts of physics. Keep in mind that most rockets don't ever reach escape velocity at ground level, but reach a higher altitude, where escape velocity is noticeably smaller. Hint, hint, for the midterm. Oh yeah, forgot about that; we have one next week."

Kiyoshi takes the most diligent notes he can, but he is still too distracted by all the buxom beauties beside him. Like, he doesn't think that many that he just met would have taken this specific course at this specific time. What are the odds that they all came from the same two dorms he just visited? Of course, he can always be wrong. Still, he does need some help if he wants to pass this course. He leans over to the girl next to him. "Say, could you take notes for me? This seems like a really important course, and I want to be doubly sure I get everything."

Unfortunately for Kiyoshi, the one girl he asked for help was the one not paying attention at all to the class. Alter-chan was sleeping, as was typical of people who don't pay attention, when Kiyoshi suddenly leaned over to her seat. Alter-chan jolted awake, her knee hitting the desk. "OUCH!", she shouted out, doubling over in pain, attracting the attention of the professor. Not even caring at all about the old man, she turned her wrath to whoever woke her up.

"Who dare- urk?! You?!", she gasped, her face turning red. "Hmm.. Hmmm? You must be truly desperate to come to me for help! Hahaha! But of course I'll help you! Hmm, yes, that's right. It could only be me you need, right?! Hahahaha!" Alter-chan smugly said, her face still bright red. Apparently forgetting that she didn't have any notes at all, Alter-chan immediately seized the opportunity to score some Kiyoshi points. Immediately taking out her notepad, she began randomly writing stuff from the few pieces of information she could remember, most of which wasn't even related to the topic at hand.

Fed up with her antics, the professor finally took action at this breach of classroom discipline. A ruler flew towards Alter-chan's head, leaving her with another massive lump of flesh on her head.

by **Barapam** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 7:13 am

From the Insanity Dorm, to History Class, and Back

"I'm Hitora Erika, I don't believe we've met. I..." Erika took a polite step back in order to not smother Marisu with her assets. She was a curious about her, Erika liked her humor (because surely the Goddess-To-Be comment was a joke, right? Not even her brother had that kind of superiority complex) and wouldn't mind some smalltalk, but she was cut short by a girl wearing an SS uniform ramming into her, which caused her to trip, fall over, and, of course, land in a compromising situation.

Where they back for her? Her heart skipped a beat, and she reached for her skirt to lift it and draw her Luger from its thigh holster, but the SS girl had already apologized and run off. "Phew! She wasn't one of them!" Erika thought. "Must've been a 'Nazi Chic' chick late for class..."

"Class! I'm late for history class!" Erika jumped up and ran after Yukari, and just in the right time too, as the mistress came for them with maid outfits. No, just no! Erika shuddered at the thought. Nothing could be worse!

That's what she thought until she got to the classroom. "Oh great... It's all about Adolf again. I'm going back to the dorm and the maid outfit instead."

And that's what she did. As she got there, she saw Marisu throwing accusations at Fukuzawa. Accusations about Kiyoshi. Hmm... Should she go up there and help the poor wet girl, or just listen in the shadows to how the scene would develope?

She didn't get to do either, as the mistress gave her an outfit and a feather duster, and told her to get changed and get working, which Erika accepted to do with a sigh.

by **The Verdantderm Lands** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 8:25 am

DURGA

Dr. Tensai Josei's Laboratory

The vast stationary computer became active, again. Dr. Tensai had turned it on and it rebooted, going through numerous and tedious protocols, before achieving full wakefulness. Now, with it's audio-visual active, it identified Dr. Tensai and greeted her..

"Good morning, Dr. Tensai," said DURGA. "What will we be doing today?"

"Good morning, Durga," the Dr. replied. "I have a surprise for you." The young human female moved to a gurney. On the gurney was something under sheet. "Durga," the Dr. continued, "you know, that for safety and security reasons, I have kept you isolated and away from the outside world."

Although it wasn't a question, DURGA responded, "Yes, doctor. Does this mean you're going to allow me access to the world through a modem? I promise not to take over or destroy the world, like those fictional artificial intelligences, whose stories you've let me access."

Dr. Tensai believed DURGA, because she had used the template of her own brain when creating the A.I. and the doctor (as far as she knew) didn't have such desires for domination or destruction. "I appreciate that, Durga," she said, "but, no, there will not be a modem. Instead, I have created an android unit to be a mobile data gathering external interface for you."

With a flourish, Dr. Tensai removed the sheet from over what was on the gurney to reveal DURGA's new peripheral. The android body looked very much like Dr. Tensai, but it was clothed in a form-fitting uniform like jumpsuit and had slightly longer and lavender flower colored hair. DURGA thought it was quite nice.

"This body will need you to recharge it for two hours, after 46 hours of use," the doctor informed DURGA. "At the same time, you can upload any new information that you deem worthy of retaining into your stationary self." The doctor paused and then asked, "How do you feel about this?"

DURGA checked itself and replied, "I am eager, Doctor Tensai."

The Doctor smiled and said, "Good. Let's get you started." And, with that comment, Dr. Tensai readied DURGA's android body for its first use....

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 8:32 am

Parking lot
The two girls were interrupted by a sudden gasp and the sound of a whole shitton of books being dropped. This was followed by the telltale sound of a blade being drawn from it's sheath.
A young girl-probably no older than 20, and likely a freshman- stood behind them, wearing a rather conservative dress that clashed utterly with the knee-length cavalry boots she wore. Currently she was holding a Szabla wz. 34 in her right hand, and was currently in the 'en-garde(On the left)' stance(Except for the fact that her left hand was on her hip and not in the air but let's not go into that).
"Right!" she said, with a cheerfulness that seemed to defy the gravity of the situation. "Let's all sit down and know each other properly, tak? No need to go around throwing cars. The name's Maria Lipka. You?"

by **Main Nation Ministry** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 5:12 pm

Takahasi Nao

Hysteria Dorm (Dorm #1)

Nao Takahasi slept in his dorm room around the time that both history and psychics classes had started. Nao didn't have to worry, since his history class began later than the morning class. For life, things can't have been rather..ahem...interesting for Nao. By now, you're probably wondering how the hell there is another male student in an all-female university. You can blame both Nao and his parents for that. Of course, he didn't intend to be here. Yet, his family knew of his "habit". And what worst way to take advantage of it was forcing Nao to attend an all-female university. Nao was nervous, wondering what would happen if he got caught, but he tried to stay positive.

Nao woke up in his bed, as the alarm clock rang out. The sun outside was shining through his window, as he slowly opened his eyes. He had his covers over him, as he helped himself out of bed. Normally, Nao does wear some female clothing when he's attending his classes, however he also wears some underwater, not actual panties. To hide this, he tends to wear shorts underneath a long skirt that disguised his manliness, but still made him look girly. No one when Nao attended the school seemed to know that Nao was actually a guy. Even if you knew that Nao was a guy, his normal voice was surprisingly feminine. Feminine enough to know this by examining the actress who plays Nao in the credits of this pilot episode.

Even though Nao was considered "flat" by some of the other girls, he didn't really mind this. After getting himself ready in the bathroom, he put on a small bra and put on his usual clothes that he wore as a female student. He still needed to get himself some breakfast. Leaving his dorm room, while looking rather nervous and shy, he walked over to the cafeteria, planning on having some breakfast.

by **Las Palmeras** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 7:24 pm

Kyoki Chudoku wrote:*snip*

Kyoki Dorms- "Tohori Fukuzawa"

Fukuzawa looked down at the second accident she caused that day...so far. And she also gazed at the near translucent clothing of Marisu in a mix of confusion and disbelief. Her head chattered with many thoughts as she shook her head in guilt and embarrassment at the mess she had made, though fortunately nobody else was around to see Marisu in near-transparent clothing. *Non. Non! Did I use industrial grade soap in the water, why is this girl's clothing so weak?! Or is quality of fabric in Japan really that bad?*

Stammering, she uttered with grief: "A-Akuchi-dono. Much apologies. I-Is there something I could do to make up for the trouble I've caused you?" But, instantly after she said had finished the small attempt at atoning, Tohori was raising one brow and furrowing another, as if thinking something through. And even if the soaked super villain was going to reply something in that moment, the maid snapped her fingers as a wide smile streaked down her rounded face, oblivious to the rage of the little megalomaniac.

"I know! I have another uniform in the lockers, I can fetch it for you. Perfect, is it not?" She gestured to look at Marisu too look and made a little twirl with her dull ankle-length dress, covered by a white apron. "Comfortable, no? Modest, yes definitely. That way that pig Fujita will not have dirty thoughts. It will also solve your clothing problem. Black is not transparent!"

by **Kyoki Chudoku** » Tue Mar 12, 2019 10:28 pm

Domitory Corridor (Kyoki) - Marisu Akuchi

Marisu was thankful for the maid’s atonement. At last, someone who knew to apologise to and respect her superiors. But before she could offer any suggestions for how this atonement May take place, the accursed fiend revealed her true colours and suggested Marisu dare take the form of a servant!? She wanted to explode into an outburst of fury. She’d suffered enough! And yet...another indignity. How many more would she suffer today alone? She’d already even desecrated, publicly humiliated...this was more fuel for a fire which seemed to perpetually and inevitably burn.

With a deep, drawn-out sigh of incredulous reluctance, the Goddess-To-Be turned her gaze away from the latest conspirator against her. “...fine,” she muttered. “Fine. If the universe wishes to make me suffer this day, I shall avenge myself soon enough. Just make this quick.” There was an ulterior motive at work. Perhaps, she thought, embracing this suffering now would reduce that of the future. Perhaps this form of penance was the lesser of two evils. To be exposed, soaking wet, or to be humiliated in the same way as others caught in inaction...it was a difficult choice, but this was, by a narrow margin, the superior option.

by **Las Palmeras** » Wed Mar 13, 2019 8:37 am

Kyoki Dorms- "Tohori Fukuzawa"

"Très Bien, Akuchi-dono! That's the spirit, keep your chin up despite this tragedy." In an almost supernatural manner, Tohori had already crossed the entire campus and had a folded dull dress ready to be accepted by the depressed ojou. Extending her arms down towards Marisu, the maid's smile beamed down emitting total assurance. And most importantly, to Akuchi, through Tohori's deeds was a seemingly simple-minded and banal task, it showed glimpses of either a near animalistic focus on Fukuzawa's goals when she had a proper mindstate or total willing fanaticism.

by **Jebslund** » Wed Mar 13, 2019 8:56 am

Castelia wrote:Unfortunately for Kiyoshi, the one girl he asked for help was the one not paying attention at all to the class. Alter-chan was sleeping, as was typical of people who don't pay attention, when Kiyoshi suddenly leaned over to her seat. Alter-chan jolted awake, her knee hitting the desk. "OUCH!", she shouted out, doubling over in pain, attracting the attention of the professor. Not even caring at all about the old man, she turned her wrath to whoever woke her up.

Miku, Physics
The shout was loud enough to snap Miku awake with a startled cry of, "The square root of two times the gravitational constant times the mass of the body in question divided by the radius of the body in question, usually a planet or moon.", her mind having been half-processing the teacher's lecture into a strange dream involving mushrooms and turtles being at war and the formula for calculating escape velocity somehow being the key to reuniting them and freeing Kiyoshi from the clutches of a particularly muscular turtle wearing a crown with long black hair. The woman gazed around somewhat sheepishly as her mind caught up with reality, her hands subconsciously pulling out a notebook and writing down exactly what was on the board before another faceplant returned her to the war effort, which had somehow seen the advent of wizard turtles and plumber mercenaries in her brief absense.

Otome, also Physics
Otome sighed heavily. Between the idiot in front of her being punished for her antics (and those notes... Ugh! Otome made a mental note, audible to the viewers, to slip a copy of her own notes to her Kiyoshi.) and the old lady waking up suddenly and shouting what was presumably some formula related to the subject at hand (she'd have to remember to ask how the heck she did that. Provided she could catch disappears-in-the-blink-of-an-eye-san awake.), this class was turning out to be one big mess of distractions, to speak nothing of the knock-down-drag-out going on outside the windows. Really, who but the two muscleheads of the campus would be so crass as to be throwing cars around this early in the day? Between the hulking she-bear and the wannabe campus cop, the ruckus being caused was distracting to the 26-year-old, and the addition of a wannabe Zorro didn't look promising.

Tenshi, Dorms
And of course she would get halfway to class before realising that she hadn't gotten her things. As Tenshi headed back to her dorm, willfully ignorant of the fight in the pavillion, she mentally kicked herself for such a stupid oversight. As an assassin, such an oversight in the field would have gotten her killed. As an enforcer, it would have meant possibly losing out on collecting a debt. As a student, it was simply unacceptable, and Tenshi had a nice, strenuous exercise routine planned as self-punishment. The wet floor was noticed and avoided by way of a whispered spell allowing her to levitate over, but the upside to this act of forgetting was seeing the fake goddess in a maid outfit. "My, my... When I suggested you be more humble, I didn't quite think you'd go this far.", she quipped, grinning, "I have to say, though... It looks good on you. Maybe wearing that for a while will adjust that attitude of yours.".

by **Kyoki Chudoku** » Wed Mar 13, 2019 1:13 pm

Kyoki Dorms - Marisu Akuchi

Marisu was stunned at the speed with which Fukuzawa retrieved the...unfortunately necessary attire. How did she manage that? Did she have some kind of magic, too? Even that was not as important, however, as this...focus. Fukuzawa seemed clumsy at times, but when she was intently focused...if Akuchi could get her reliably into such a state, there was some potential to be exploited.

Unfortunately, for the moment, the only potential for her to exploit happened to be her own further humiliation. Marisu carefully took the uniform, as though holding a bag of garbage she didn’t want to spill everywhere. At last, she reluctantly forced the clothing on. It was better than being exposed, but even so...Perhaps I should become some form of clandestine operative? That would justify this...wait, no, I don’t need to. I can just claim the accursed dorm mistress caught me. That’s believable, and spares me from trouble...

Naturally, almost as soon as she’d gotten the thing on, a girl showed up to see her in a servant’s attire. It was the same girl who had somehow trapped her feet in place...Marisu knew to tread carefully. Rather than show any sign of anger or embarrassment, she forced herself into a reluctant tone. “I suggest caution,” she said, “for should take spend long too long in those corridors, there some who would have you punished. I was unable to escape the frenzied dorm mistress. Do not allow yourself to meet with the same fate.” Of course, inside she would have liked nothing more than to push the girl over and have her deal with the same situation Marisu had, but...angering a supernatural being wasn’t the smartest move.

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