Post by amano, yosuke on Aug 25, 2016 0:18:50 GMT
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Faberge Posters
+ Description: Posters advertising the next Faberge event are coating the walls all throughout the campus; the Guardians have put out a notice that they’ve become excessive and need to be taken down.
+ Take down the posters: +1 Guardians, -1 Faberge
+ Put up more posters: +1 Faberge, -1 Guardians
+ Vandalize them: +1 Roost, -1 Guardians, -1 Faberge
+ Requirements: None
+ Submitted by Pai and Hatta
These things were such an eyesore.
The bright yellow plaguing him wherever he went, he could've paid them no mind at first but the more he saw that ugly shade of yellow the more he could feel himself becoming annoyed. A rather impressive talent of his, the longer he let something go the longer it would build up until eventually he lost his very short temper. If you asked a past acquaintance of his they would all agree. The kid was a ticking powder keg.
And with his luck he was once again met with that stupid poster in his face as he left the classroom.
He grit his teeth, staring the poster down as if it might scare it away. Unfortunately for him it held up a bit better against his stare than Junko did. He'd take just about as much of these freaking fliers as he could possibly take, though sadly that was very little. With a sudden flame igniting inside him Yosuke hurried down the halls towards a room he'd heard plenty about.
The Cooking Club's domain.
A few students who had attempted to buddy up with him at the beginning of his transfer had told him about the club, providing treats and snacks for those who'd forgotten a lunch of needed a pick me up. If he was right, they'd have exactly what he'd need for dealing with these posters. He was careful to check the room before entering inside, relieved to see he'd be met with no trouble at all. The room was empty and unprotected, making this all the more easier. The third year rummaged through the drawers, fishing through the various tools and dishes that were stored away before he stopped. He eyed the drawer with a certain gleam in his eye before he picked up the utensil and slipped back out of the club room and into the hall.Faberge.
The bold lettering stared back down at him, if he thought about it... he'd heard this somewhere before. Even now he didn't understand the meaning of the word, but from the looks of the poster, it was a group. It was flashy and tacky, irritating to the eye. That first year...from the archery club. She mentioned it. He bit his bottom lip as his frustration flickered liked a fresh flame on wood. It was starting to annoy the hell out of him all over again. He fiddled with the utensil in his hand, moving it between his fingers before he finally made his move.
He brought his arm down on the poster, digging the knife in his hand into the poster as he slowly dragged it down. The paper under the knife ripped and tore slightly as he gradually etched away at it. The yellow color was torn in half, a slow grin growing on his face as he got what he wanted. No one would look twice at this piece of crap now and neither would he.
But that wasn't good enough.
The school was practically riddled with these posters, most likely down in an attempt to advertise the group and its desire for new members. He honestly didn't give a rat's ass. If they wanted members so badly they could do it some other way, instead of making his time in school even more painful. It wasn't classy, it wasn't cool, it wasn't professional, it was an eyesore.
He walked through the halls, passing few students here and there as they began to slowly dissipate from their classes. The laughter and chattering echoed in the hall as he slipped by them one by one, drowning out their pointless banter."Poor Miyako was so embarrassed!"
"Can you blame her? How lame!"
"I totally bombed the test...my dad's going to kill me..."
"It's okay, I'm sure you can make up for it on the next one..."
"You wanna head downtown?"
"Nah, I've got practice in a bit..."What was even the point? Did they really think they'd still be friends after school? People changed, they all did eventually. It was pointless to bother playing buddy buddy with one another when it was obvious they'd grow apart. It was pointless and childish. He didn't have time for that crap...
He paused in the hall, a few girls passed by him as they eyed him for a minute before continuing on their way with a few giggles and whispers. Girls were another pointless pain...He fidgeted with the knife in his hand, bringing it up to yet another poster as he slowly dragged it along the surface. He increased the pressure here and there half way as he traced the knife along the poster, scratching it's glossy paper. A scratch and rip here and there, idly spacing out as he stood there. Eventually the knife would slide off the poster, his arm falling limp as he stood there with a sigh.
What a waste of time.
He let out a soft chuckle, tightening his grasp on the knife in his hand. It wasn't anything more than a simple butter knife, he probably looked like an idiot as he scratched away at each poster with it. A few scars etched into the face of the idol girl on the poster, he reached up to touch his own face as he stared her down. Another laugh escaped his lips, his hold on the knife loosening as he let it drop to the floor with a clang.
He slipped his hands into the pockets of his cardigan, the hand he'd held the knife in now stung with an odd sensation. Guilt? Anger? Excitement...? He couldn't figure it out, but his hand was still hot as if scalded by the utensil. He shook his head with a laugh, turning away from the poster as he continued down the hall with a smug smile on his face.
It didn't mater. It wasn't that important anyway was it.
It'd just be yet another thing he'd forget anyway.