Wreck it Down

She must have read the letter a dozen times.  Deadpool.  He was with Rikku's Deadpool.  She wasn't quite sure if that increased his chances of making it back unharmed, or reduced them.  At least he had Ino from the gun club keeping an eye on him.

Shutting the door, she knelt down and pulled a box out from under her bed, pressing her hand against the scanner to trigger the DNA lock.  There was a hiss of compressed air escaping as the lid smoothly slid back, and Yurika reached in to select a single item, holding it up to the light as the box relocked itself automatically.

It was untested.  SOLOMON didn't know what it was, or how it worked, and it was the very foundation of the mission they were preparing her for.  Orbo.  The rumor was that humans went mad with prolonged exposure. 

Good thing she wasn't human. 

Yurika slipped the pendant over her head, letting the cool metal rest against her skin for a moment before she returned the box to its hiding spot and went back to her preparations. 


[OOC:  Door is shut, post is open.  That Dōjima's getting ready for her trip is FB, the Orbo and her secret stash is NFB, plz.]

She'd looked everywhere.

Dōjima thumped down on her bed, clearly frustrated.  Romeo never came back to his room this morning, at least not before she'd had to leave to get ready for her own class.  She'd checked the store, pretty much everywhere in town, even wandered the halls of the school for a bit, and she still couldn't find a trace of him.

Normally, if a guy was going to do a date&dash, he didn't leave the girl at his place, not unless he was a total idiot. 

Romeo didn't strike her as an idiot. 

So instead there was an annoyed, and possibly rather worried (not that she'd admit it) Yurika staring at the ceiling.  It was official, boys sucked.


[OOC:  Mostly establishy, since I must crash soon, but open for SP goodness should you so desire.]