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Welcome to the New Year
"Gokigenyou."
"Gokigenyou."
The clear morning greeting travels through the serene, blue sky.
Today, once again, the maidens that gather in the Virgin Mary's garden smile purely to one another as they pass under the tall gateway.
Wrapping their innocent bodies and souls is a deep-coloured school uniform.
Walking slowly as to not disturb the plaits in their skirts, so as to not toss their white sailor scarves into disarray... such is the standard of modesty here. Running because one is in danger of missing class, for instance, is too undignified a sight for students to wish upon themselves here.
Lillian Private Academy for Women.
Founded in Meiji 34, this academy was originally intended for the young women of nobility, and is now a Catholic academy of prestigious tradition. Placed in downtown Tokyo, where you can still see traces of Musashi Field's greenery, it is protected by God, a garden where maidens can receive tutelage from pre-school to university.
Time passes, and even now, in Heisei, three era-names past Meiji, it is a valuable academy, where nurtured ladies raised in greenhouses are shipped out in carefully packaged boxes after 18 years of schooling - an arrangement that continues to survive.
As the last note of Maria-sama's Soul rings through the chapel, echoing into the high rafters, the Yamayurikai stands tall at the front of the procession, ready to give out the gifts of rosaries to their newest arrivals.
The respective classes of each first-year are called, and each one receives their gift from the Yamayurikai members. The second and third year students are sitting by, simply watching, perhaps commenting quietly to each other whenever a particularly interesting first-year passes by, but they are quick to silence when the stern gazes of the nuns passes over them.
A new year has come to Lillian Academy, and the students are ready to start their adventures in life, love, and everything else.
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[Open post for the welcoming ceremony and the beginning of the year! Feel free to use this for the actual ceremony, shortly thereafter, or the general first day of school. Welcome!]
"Gokigenyou."
The clear morning greeting travels through the serene, blue sky.
Today, once again, the maidens that gather in the Virgin Mary's garden smile purely to one another as they pass under the tall gateway.
Wrapping their innocent bodies and souls is a deep-coloured school uniform.
Walking slowly as to not disturb the plaits in their skirts, so as to not toss their white sailor scarves into disarray... such is the standard of modesty here. Running because one is in danger of missing class, for instance, is too undignified a sight for students to wish upon themselves here.
Lillian Private Academy for Women.
Founded in Meiji 34, this academy was originally intended for the young women of nobility, and is now a Catholic academy of prestigious tradition. Placed in downtown Tokyo, where you can still see traces of Musashi Field's greenery, it is protected by God, a garden where maidens can receive tutelage from pre-school to university.
Time passes, and even now, in Heisei, three era-names past Meiji, it is a valuable academy, where nurtured ladies raised in greenhouses are shipped out in carefully packaged boxes after 18 years of schooling - an arrangement that continues to survive.
As the last note of Maria-sama's Soul rings through the chapel, echoing into the high rafters, the Yamayurikai stands tall at the front of the procession, ready to give out the gifts of rosaries to their newest arrivals.
The respective classes of each first-year are called, and each one receives their gift from the Yamayurikai members. The second and third year students are sitting by, simply watching, perhaps commenting quietly to each other whenever a particularly interesting first-year passes by, but they are quick to silence when the stern gazes of the nuns passes over them.
A new year has come to Lillian Academy, and the students are ready to start their adventures in life, love, and everything else.
[Open post for the welcoming ceremony and the beginning of the year! Feel free to use this for the actual ceremony, shortly thereafter, or the general first day of school. Welcome!]
Kaede "probably raised by wolves" (no last name) | First Year
[She hadn't been plucked off the street, but a situation barely a step removed from them. Kaede was a problem, at an orphanage that was already failing. It'd be a noble story, a lost little devil made whole again through the mercy of the academy. But Kaede was a problem case in more than rumor; she'd frightened the staff at the orphanage with her silence, and again with her violence. She was difficult, with her last conflict before that orphanage closed particularly bloody. Even her age was difficult to determine. So with the first years she walked.
But here, she was given a second chance. And they'd been kind to her. Kindness, where she'd known nothing like it in her life. That astonished look when someone had touched her head in gentleness rather than a disciplinary blow was quite possibly the reason she was here at all. Why she was even walking at this ceremony.
Kaede was trying hard, honestly so, to behave. To repay that kindness. To act presentable, to act like she wasn't some half-feral animal shoved into a uniform.
But it came though anyway, though subtly. The stiffness to her legs and stride, the confrontation barely hidden in the confident way her shoulders were raised. The suspicious glances when she could get away with them. Little gestures that hinted at the rage rattling about under the lid, quelled only briefly when a nun she recognized glanced her way.]
[B.
Afterpa—Afterwards][Kaede didn't seem to relax after all that was over and done with. If she could even relax at all, in a strange place and surrounded by no one she knew. She'd retreated to the greenhouse, but it was difficult to be truly alone here.
In fact, she had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't.]
Who's there.
[It wasn't a question. It was a demand.]
[C. Choose your own adventure]
[Neither of these prompts work, have a different idea, etc? This one's for you!]
((OOC: Standard "please ignore the horns in her icons" here.))