[If there were ever any doubts about who the Rosa Chinensis would be at the beginning of her third year, they were few and mostly whispered in private. Everyone knew that Mitsuru Kirijo would be the Red Rose. Kirijo Group is one of Lillian Private Academy's biggest bankrollers, and the inheritor to its sprawling business arms might as well own the school.
The Yamayurikai may not have absurd levels of power or influence in the school, but Mitsuru herself does... if she so wished. Normally, however, she's inclined to be as much of a normal student as she can possibly be.
Unfortunately, that's not as often as she'd like.]
[A]
[In the opening ceremony, Mitsuru stands in the front of the room with the other Roses. One by one, the first-years come up, and one by one, she gives them their rosary with a polite smile and nod of her head.
And then, the first years are gone, off to their initiations and introductions to the school proper. Mitsuru exhales, softly, before remarking to the person closest to her-- you:] It's a shame I won't be able to greet them again next year. They seem so... energetic. It's really quite refreshing.
[B]
[Most high schools in this country would have a kendo club, and so does Lillian Academy. It also has a Western fencing club.
There's a demonstration for first-year students, on an outdoor stage amidst all the other clubs advertising for new members. Two young women are on the stage in full fencing garb, each holding a foil. One lunges, the other parries, and in the blink of an eye the second has landed a hit directly on the chest of the other.
They bow and turn, and Mitsuru-- victorious, of course-- removes her helmet, her dark red hair spilling out of confinement and down her shoulders.]
Mitsuru Kirijo | Third Year
The Yamayurikai may not have absurd levels of power or influence in the school, but Mitsuru herself does... if she so wished. Normally, however, she's inclined to be as much of a normal student as she can possibly be.
Unfortunately, that's not as often as she'd like.]
[A]
[In the opening ceremony, Mitsuru stands in the front of the room with the other Roses. One by one, the first-years come up, and one by one, she gives them their rosary with a polite smile and nod of her head.
And then, the first years are gone, off to their initiations and introductions to the school proper. Mitsuru exhales, softly, before remarking to the person closest to her-- you:] It's a shame I won't be able to greet them again next year. They seem so... energetic. It's really quite refreshing.
[B]
[Most high schools in this country would have a kendo club, and so does Lillian Academy. It also has a Western fencing club.
There's a demonstration for first-year students, on an outdoor stage amidst all the other clubs advertising for new members. Two young women are on the stage in full fencing garb, each holding a foil. One lunges, the other parries, and in the blink of an eye the second has landed a hit directly on the chest of the other.
They bow and turn, and Mitsuru-- victorious, of course-- removes her helmet, her dark red hair spilling out of confinement and down her shoulders.]