I. The Airship There [If there was one thing Takane was good at, it was being highly accepting of every situation that befalls her, no matter how surreal or confusing. Which is why she'll gracefully seat herself onto one of the viewing seats, helping herself to the mystical view, as well as the snacks that were constantly offered by the floating trays.
Lots and lots of snacks, actually. Somehow, she's managed to procure a plate and pile it high with various pastries, sandwiches, and other finger foods that she couldn't quite identify, but would give a try nonetheless. She just eats. And eats. And eats. Somehow, she still doesn't get quite enough, and continues to refill her plate from any other tray passing by. And despite all this rampant gluttony, she manages to somehow keep the display graceful and tidy.
In the midst of her gobbling, something catches her eye, and she turns her attention to you:]
I beg you good pardon, my esteemed peer. If it is of no convenience, might you be able to pass along to me teacup floating there?
II. Thaumaturgy 101 [Ah, she is so cold. Even despite being sufficiently dried up and given a uniform as a change of clothes after that whole rain and blizzard fiasco, Takane can still feel the chill in her bones. Not that many around her could tell, as she remains quiet and attentive towards the lecture, trying her best to take notes like a good student.
When it comes to practicing the basic spell, however, despite tracing the symbol quite well with her wand---]
Sense Magi---CHOO! [Messing up the incantation with a heavy sneeze, instead of sparkling, her wand fires out a bolt of magic at the nearest person. You know that static shock you get sometimes when you touch a doorknob? It feels like that, but times twenty.]
III. Bala-inlota Practice [Why yes, this is a ball in her hand. Takane stares blankly at the foreboding team hurdling towards her own like a violent tidal wave, almost as if she doesn't register the impending threat of misery that was coming towards her and her team mates. However, in a quick second, her eyes and attention suddenly sharpen as they get closer, and she chucks the ball towards you, standing a bit closing to the center of the field.
She readies her wand, and stares down the approaching opposing team.]
My esteemed peer! Offense is the greatest defense! Run forth, to glory...!
Takane Shijou | The iDOLM@STER
[If there was one thing Takane was good at, it was being highly accepting of every situation that befalls her, no matter how surreal or confusing. Which is why she'll gracefully seat herself onto one of the viewing seats, helping herself to the mystical view, as well as the snacks that were constantly offered by the floating trays.
Lots and lots of snacks, actually. Somehow, she's managed to procure a plate and pile it high with various pastries, sandwiches, and other finger foods that she couldn't quite identify, but would give a try nonetheless. She just eats. And eats. And eats. Somehow, she still doesn't get quite enough, and continues to refill her plate from any other tray passing by. And despite all this rampant gluttony, she manages to somehow keep the display graceful and tidy.
In the midst of her gobbling, something catches her eye, and she turns her attention to you:]
I beg you good pardon, my esteemed peer. If it is of no convenience, might you be able to pass along to me teacup floating there?
II. Thaumaturgy 101
[Ah, she is so cold. Even despite being sufficiently dried up and given a uniform as a change of clothes after that whole rain and blizzard fiasco, Takane can still feel the chill in her bones. Not that many around her could tell, as she remains quiet and attentive towards the lecture, trying her best to take notes like a good student.
When it comes to practicing the basic spell, however, despite tracing the symbol quite well with her wand---]
Sense Magi---CHOO! [Messing up the incantation with a heavy sneeze, instead of sparkling, her wand fires out a bolt of magic at the nearest person. You know that static shock you get sometimes when you touch a doorknob? It feels like that, but times twenty.]
III. Bala-inlota Practice
[Why yes, this is a ball in her hand. Takane stares blankly at the foreboding team hurdling towards her own like a violent tidal wave, almost as if she doesn't register the impending threat of misery that was coming towards her and her team mates. However, in a quick second, her eyes and attention suddenly sharpen as they get closer, and she chucks the ball towards you, standing a bit closing to the center of the field.
She readies her wand, and stares down the approaching opposing team.]
My esteemed peer! Offense is the greatest defense! Run forth, to glory...!