1: Wherein Takara Meets Kasagami

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Kasagami Araki
Kasagami Araki is a tall japanese girl in her mid-teens. She's very obviously active, with athletic limbs, and an otherwise trim and modest body. Her face is very round, with thin lips and eyebrows, a small nose, and very rounded ears. Her hair falls to her shoulders in unruly locks that often hide her right eye. Her left eye is a dull, steely grey, while the right eye is a milky white.

 Deep burn scars run down her face, from the middle of her scalp and sloping jaggedly across most of the right side of her face. Similarly, a vast majority of the right side of her body is similarly scarred.

 She wears the Ohtori High Student Council's version of the school uniform. Her own consists of a very high-collared uniform jacket in a deep red, with a black lining around the edges of the jacket where it meets to her hips. The sleeves of the jacket look almost like arm guards, with a triangle of black ending just before the dark red sleeves. On the left side of the jacket is a white strip where a rose can be placed. She's missing the typical epaulettes seen in the female's uniform, as her shoulders are typically covered by her long, knee-length black coat draped across them. She also wears a pair of black gloves on her hands. Her pants are somewhat form fitting tights in dark red, ending in a pair of black combat boots rather than the usual dress shoes.

 Outside of school, she tends towards either long, full-covering dresses, or jeans and long-sleeved sweaters.

 Either way, she typically has a long dark-red coat draped around her shoulders, and can often be seen toting a large dark-red sheathed nodachi around whenever she can get away with it.

 While in henshin, Kasagami's hair grows crimson highlights at the tips, and her coat and the wrists of her uniform have 'fuzzy cuffs' of rose petals.

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*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+(( Kasagami Araki (Kasa) ))+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
* Name: Kasagami Araki                                                         *
* AKA: Ohtori Student Council Disciplinary Executive                           *
* Source: Revolutionary Girl Utena                                             *
* School (Grade): Ohtori Academy (10)                                          *
* Clubs: Kendo Club                                                            *
* Organization: Ends of the World        * Combat Rank: B                      *
* Quote: "There's no such thing as 'too far' when you're changing the world."  *
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* Kasagami Araki, daughter of a Japanese Politician and a famous kendo         *
* champion, is an outgoing, relentlessly forward person that balances natural  *
* charisma with sheer force of personality that can draw in as easily push     *
* away. But underneath that veneer of hotheaded friendliness is a ruthless,    *
* driven young woman scarred by the youma that killed her parents and          *
* suffering constantly from deep wounds both emotional and physical. A once    *
* hopeful heart turned to bitterness and anger, she seeks strength of blade,   *
* political power, and the magic of Dios to bring the world to heel and        *
* eliminate pain and suffering. With a Rose Signet Ring, deep crimson roses    *
* and an old family sword, she slices away at anything in the way of her       *
* dreams. But can the hope of those around her turn her from a path of         *
* violence, or will she be devoured by her own vengeance and ambitions?        *
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<Pose Tracker> Kasagami Araki [Ohtori Academy (10)] has posed.


 Another night, another dinner here at the Crab Buffet. While it's not impossible for those particularly wealthy to get meals outside of the fare here at dinner, many still find it much easier to go for the crab. And as it turns out, one Disciplinary Executive Kasagami Araki has a taste for crab. She's spent quite some time earlier schmoozing with fellow highschoolers of some of the other Sister Schools for a change, caught between shameless flirting and the sorts of challenges no doubt to be settled with kendo sticks or at the gym later. For now, though, she's tired of visiting the 'common' riff-raff, and has retired to one of a few private tables.

 It was easy to wrangle a private table with a flick of her coat and brush of her uniform. Even here, the Student Council of Ohtori carries a heavy weight.

 Kasagami has laid out her trademark black coat over her the chair she's lounging in, straight backed and yet legs crossed. She opens up crab with relish, neither too slow, nor in a rush. Delicious, rare, Hanasaki crab as both befits her position and palette. There's a few crab cakes too, and a single glass of wine she occasionally takes a sip from. High class of course, and fitting her meal. Plenty of butter too, just to add to the decadence.

 Dateless tonight, she's content to eat in peace, though her good eye occasionally is cast at the other students and the doorway into the buffet. Every now and then she rubs at her right arm in between wielding crab crackers, the only thing marring her otherwise content smile.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*(( Takara Maki (Takara) ))+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
* Name: Takara Maki                                                            *
* AKA: Ohtori Academy Middle School Treasurer                                  *
* Source: Revolutionary Girl Utena                                             *
* School (Grade): Ohtori Academy (8)                                           *
* Clubs: Sailing Club and Student Council                                      *
* Organization: Ends of the World        * Combat Rank: C++                    *
* Quote: "I fight for my freedom! What could be nobler?"                       *
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* Takara is the genderless, attractive, and bombastic Middle School Treasurer  *
* of Ohtori's Student Council. Born to wealth and privilege, but stifled under *
* the demands of keeping up appearances and restrictive and inaccurate gender  *
* roles, Takara views their enrollment at Ohtori as the first step to gaining  *
* true independence. They perform their functions in the shadowy Student       *
* Council with perhaps less discretion and poise than is typical, and are      *
* generally just a little immature. Secretly, they participate in the Student  *
* Council's Duels for the power to revolutionize the world, for the power to   *
* bring themself real freedom.                                                 *
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<Pose Tracker> Takara Maki [Ohtori Academy (8)] has posed.


 "Is this seat taken?"

 Takara stands tall and confident by a pointedly unoccupied chair. Their words are measured and their voice even, eyes narrowed as though to dare Kasagami to argue. They fold their arms casually, light glinting off of the rose signet on their left middle finger, a measured and obvious demonstration of just who, precisely, they are.
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<Pose Tracker> Kasagami Araki [Ohtori Academy (10)] has posed.


 Takara, of course, has Kasagami's attention almost immediately. Her head tilts just a bit, she eyes that ring, and slowly her smile becomes just that much more confidence. If anything, she's looking the new Student Council member over appraisingly. So far, at least, she doesn't look disparaging of the new member.

 Silverware going down, she uncrosses, then crosses her legs again. Her boots thump just a bit against each other. Arms open in welcome.

 "So /you/ are the new one, I take it? Welcome! Please, this table is reserved for people of our influence. You have every right to be here, if you're wearing one of those."

 Arms close, and she nibbles on crab a bit more thoughtfully. Her face and smile in between is all warmth and friendship. Her gaze is one clearly sizing up a potential opponent.

 "Kasagami Araki, Disciplinary Executive. But maybe you already know that. I'm distinctive." A light chuckle.

 "Tell me your name."
<Pose Tracker> Takara Maki [Ohtori Academy (8)] has posed.

 Takara takes their seat, sizing Kasagami up in turn, and they're a good deal less subtle about it. They clearly don't mean to mince words or play games.

 "I've certainly heard the tales," they say with bombast as they lean forward, just a touch, over the table. "Takara Maki, Treasurer."
<Pose Tracker> Kasagami Araki [Ohtori Academy (10)] has posed.


 Her good eye closes at the mention of 'tales'. "Only the bad ones, I hope!" She offers with another little exhuberant chuckle, just before spearing a bit of crab cake. Swallow, and she offers what's almost a half-bow in her seat.

 "Maki-san. Interesting shoes to fill, nevermind who your senpai is. Now /that/ woman is..." Her smile becomes a bit more unreadable for the moment, before she shakes her head.

 "Amazing. But we're not here to talk about Juri-san. The person I'm interested in right now is /you/. Where are you from? What 'quality' in you makes you worthy to stand beside me, ally and enemy all at once?"

 "What are after? And most importantly..."

 Her grin turns absolutely wolfish. "Any good with a sword? Because I'd /LOVE/ to find out personally." Taunts the young woman with a naked air of anticipation.
<Pose Tracker> Takara Maki [Ohtori Academy (8)] has posed.

 Takara returns Kasagami's grin, teeth dazzlingly bright. "Nevermind her indeed," they say, their tone measured. "I think it only polite for you to offer information to me before I respond in turn, no?"

 Takara's eyes briefly linger on the crab, and they grow momentarily distracted. But then their eyes are back on Kasagami's. "You seem to have quite an opinion of yourself. And, I presume, of your swordsmanship."
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 Her smile softens just a touch. "Alright, I'll play too. I want power. I was born in Tokyo."

 Then, Kasagami shrugs just a bit. "Mmm. Not so much myself, but my legacy. A very strong, graceful woman taught me how to fight and live. I intend to live up to her legacy or die trying." Offers Kasagami rather honestly for a member of the Council.

 "And yes, my swordsmanship is unique and something to behold! You'll get to see it eventually. You should join the kendo club, if you can manage it. Something with history and pride."

 "You seem confident yourself. Is that bravado, or do you believe in your abilities so much?"
<Pose Tracker> Takara Maki [Ohtori Academy (8)] has posed.

 Takara grins at scoring rhetorical first blood. "How noble of you. How forthright," they say, and it's clear that they genuinely mean it.

 "Osaka," they say after a moment. They eye Kasagami up and down. "And I'm here because I have decided not to bow down to anyone nor anything. Clearly, someone appreciates it."

 "I appreciate your invitation, Araki-san, but I fear I must decline," they say in a sort of sing-song, parroting voice. "There'll be time enough for us to spar in the Arena, don't you agree?"
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<Pose Tracker> Kasagami Araki [Ohtori Academy (10)] has posed.


 Kasagami doesn't seem put down at all, and she gives a single nod. "What can I say? I'm a sinfully honest woman. So I have to trust in my bravery, purpose, and my sword arm."

 That eye of hers narrows. Just a second, and she takes in their objective. A low 'hmmmm'. "Interesting. I can't wait to see how you stand up to Touga and Kozue. I can call you Takara-san, right? I have a feeling you and I are going to have so /very/ much fun for as long as you're with us. Don't prove worthless, and watch your back, alright? Just a tip from a former 'newbie'." A wink.

 Arms cross, and she leans back in her chair imperiously. Somehow, her coat manages to flap in non-existant wind. There's the scent of rose in the air.

 "So very boring. I see someone doesn't appreciate striving spirits and straining muscles, as hot-blooded swordsmen clash! Skill and cunning and strength!" Her voice rises, almost as if in a chorus of one. She shudders, arms hugging herself.

 Then, she snatches up the last bit of her crab. "Just remember to be able to hold your own, when we meet in that most hallowed of places! I /hate/ fighting weaklings."

 She turns, scowling at one of the various white-clad servants in attendance.

 "Well? What are you staring at? Why haven't you gotten Takara-san something to eat yet." A sharp, menacing glare, and then off goes the man.

 "Sorry about that. Good service is hard to find, hmm?" Her laugh, is half self confidence and amusement at once.