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[1] Really, Nanami had forgotten how dull the initial stages of her stay at Rakuen had been. No one had accepted their roles yet; no one was developed enough to be a threat. She wasn't needed at all. She could barely recall seeing the original head prefects in those first weeks. It was odd, because she must have encountered them, seeing her the way she saw the newcomers now. Weeds, everywhere, and she was held back, sheathed, unable to stamp them out. She sighed, a quiet, graceful noise, and leant back into the cushions of her armchair. Her tea, steaming, sloshed slightly as she rested the mug on the sidetable.

It wasn't a sword's job to tell the weeds from the saplings, after all. Was it? No, she would sit, and wait, and bide her time. The mayor would tell her when to move. And if she took some time out of her day every morning to sit in front of her tower, and place a hand on the larger handprint against the pale block, well. That was her business. He wasn't here any longer. And she was still alive.

"It's such a bother," she murmured to herself, lifting her mug again. Uncaring about whether she was overheard. "I really don't enjoy this job."

[2] [ The girl standing before you is neat, diminutive, graceful. Pale. A good breeze would probably knock her over. But she's smiling slightly, hands clasped in front of her, and she's watching you exit the train with the absent intensity of a surveillance camera.

Whilst she sounds polite, there's not an ounce of meaning behind her words. ]

Good morning, and welcome to Rakuen.

Threaded | Flat

[ Miwako looks about in confusion as she steps off the train, clutching the briefcase she was given close to herself. ]

Er... g-good morning... Rakuen?

A soft click announced Day's presence, she had long since given up trying to sneak up on Nanami. It had been a tiring day a thousand and one problems with stupid people who couldn't even follow rules set out in a book. If she'd known this job would be so testing she would have embraced death.

No that wasn't true, it was sort of fun being alive even if she was just delaying the inevitable, what else was life.

"Please tell me we wern't as useless as this lot when we arrived," she muttered throwing herself on one of the comfy chairs. Being in the mansion at least she could act herself and not like some all knowing head mistress.

In all the paths her life- or lack of it- could have taken teacher would have been her last choice. Morveer would be laughing at her if he knew.

Santana comes up behind her, "Don't you hate these new people?" Personally she was bored out of her mind. She demanded respect dammit, she was here way before any of these losers showed up and she knew way more than any of them but they still insisted that they could beat her. She'd show them.

"So we get to command all of this fresh meat and no one gives a crap about what we gotta say. Why did we stay behind again?"