Mikoto Minagi (
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[BACKDATED] Round 1, Day 4
Characters: Mikoto and you, ALL OF YOUMikoto is the type of person that if she doesn’t want to found, she’ll make it that way. But considering she doesn’t know the layout of the school that well, she doesn’t exactly have anywhere to go. She lost Gaara as her weapon, but it’s more than that to her. She kind of saw a brother in him, and a younger sibling never wants to fail their older one. It doesn’t mean that’s the end of their friendship, but she’s taking it that way.
Format: Action
This log is: Open
Location: Near the woodlands.
Summary: Mikoto’san unhappy wet catkind of upset that she lost Gaara as her weapon. And he’s the person she happens to be closest with at the moment… so she’s not taking it too well? She’s failed her brother type figure.
Warnings: N/A
She’s in the middle of trying to climb a tree. But for some reason, she can’t remember how and she’s failing… miserably. Never mind the uniform, but her skin is all scratched up. Legs, face, arms… if they’re not covered in cuts, they’re definitely covered in dirt.
{I didn't want to backdate this ridiculously. I will get to this log Saturday night or so. Worst case, Sunday when I come off hiatus}
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Along her path, though, she catches the sight of someone a bit more familiar than this hair shade. She's a bit away, but Mai is close enough to tell who it is without a doubt.
Mikoto...
She had just seen the girl yesterday, and things were made rather clear by that encounter. No, not clear. More like the least clear they've been in a while. That whole conversation has been weighing on her mind for the last day, confusing her more than ever.
But... now Mikoto just looks like she's in terrible shape and struggling at a tree. It's immediately obvious that something was wrong here, because normally Mikoto would have no trouble getting up into a tree like that.
Fishing her (normally white, but now orange) handkerchief out of her pocket, Mai looks down at it and back to Mikoto. There's no way it could clean all that dirt off her, even with the bottle of water in her bag - and after yesterday, it's not likely Mikoto will let her. But still, she can't help but worry. Mai approaches a bit closer, nonetheless. No one should be left dirty and hurt like that.]
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Mikoto.
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